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hallowedmuses · 3 years

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𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑡: 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟

SUMMARY: Our ragtag team of heroes including Natasha Romanoff, Daniel Sousa, Clint Barton, Loki Laufeyson, Veronica Stevens, and Deke come together to rescue Director Daisy Johnson from the clutches of Lucia von Bardas. TRIGGERS: Torture, Violence, PTSD, Trauma WRITTEN WITH: @ofbartons, @oflokismischief, @ofdcniels, @daisyljohnson, @ronniestvns, @oflemcns

CLINT: when loki woke him up for the rescue mission, clint wasted no time. he threw on the first shirt he could find, which luckily was clean, and his shoes before literally tumbling out the door with his bow in hand. his fuzzy pizza-sliced patterned pajama pants wasn't the most tactical choice, but then again neither was his bright purple t-shirt and converse. once they'd arrived at the hellicarrier, clint took out the guards on a section of the deck before firing a bomb arrow at the wall to create a point of entry for 'tasha and the dude in the blue shirt. "i will admit, being subtle might have been the smarter play here." he chuckled over the comms while firing a trio of arrows. the explosion had two purposes in his head- one, the point of entry, and two, draw attention away from daisy's rescue duo. the second purpose was just working a little better than he'd thought it would. he slid across the deck, firing off a couple more arrows before standing up and kicking one of the guards in the chest. using the controls on the handle of his bow, he switched to a smoke arrow before aiming at a group of the guards "hey lo, i'm really glad you have the cape still." keeping the arrow drawn back, clint turned his head to look at his boyfriend "otherwise i'd be too distracted by that ass of yours." he winked and let the arrow loose, still looking in loki's direction "not to mention all these schmucks would be staring at it." he switched back to regular arrows before firing into the smoke.

LOKI: Loki should've known Clint would be far from ready when it was time to lead the mission, it had been quite awhile since he'd gone into battle but then again he did quite love the hunt when it came down too it. His mission was simply and if anything he could easily take out anything humans could throw at him. "Possibly but then again we have quite the army of people who have been missing out dear Director and I'd burn the place down if she wasn't in there." He mused throwing iced daggers at all who dared come near. For those who got to close they were met with his quick stabs and his illusions. when he heard his boyfriend speak chuckling softly "Its all about fashion darling, Those little SHIELD outfits do nothing for my figure" He mused back looking at Clint he always found his Archery skills rather attractive before he rolled his eyes "as for my ass I'm sure I can other wise to distract you, maybe flirt with a villain or two and see how much of your spy skills come out to play, after all Green is quite your color my hawk"

NATASHA: "Subtilty was never your strong suit, but I do appreciate the flare. The pajamas make it easier to find you too," she laughed as Clint shot a few explosive arrows to give herself and Daniel an entry point into the helicarrier. As Clint, Loki, and Ronnie guided Lucia's guards away from the entry point, Natasha and Daniel made their way in. Natasha fired off a few taser disks, hitting the oncoming guards squarely in the chest. She watched them fall to the floor, convulsing as electric shocks ran through their body. As the guards fought to peel the taser disks off of themselves, Natasha made her way through the hallway. She ducked as a few rounds of bullets came flying at her and Daniel. She grabbed him and pulled him toward the wall for cover. Natasha used the wall to shield herself as she fired at the oncoming guards. "Ronnie, have you located the room where Daisy's being held captive?" They could aimlessly fire rounds all day, but they needed to know what direction to go. She made a face as she heard bits and pieces of Clint and Loki's conversation over coms. "Honestly," she frowned and looked over at Daniel. "I can't even be mad. I did this to myself inviting those two along."

RONNIE: “Yea... I’m working.. on it.” Veronica breathlessly remarked over the coms. A few grunts could be heard as she flipped the guard she’d been tangled up with and stabbed him with one of poison daggers. “Now where were we.. a yess.. here we go.” Ronnie grabbed her data pad, ducking down behind a bolder as she took control of the building. “I’m in, I’ve got eyes on Daisy.. She’s alive..” Ronnie neglected to add how bad she looked from the live feed she was getting on their shitty surveillance system. “She’s on the fourth floor, third door to the right. Give me thirty seconds, I’m disabling the alarms and lock mechanisms now. I’m about to fry the fuck out of their systems and equipment. Can’t promise I won’t blow the lights.. hope you brought flares.” Ronnie playfully teased, falling forward as a couple of guards began to fire at her out of no where. “Hey lover boys! As uncute as it is listening to you flirt endlessly while taking out guards, I could use some help over here! Cover me while I shut down their main line.” She made a mental note to switch them over to their own channel when she was finished here.

DANIEL: while this wasn't the strangest mission he'd ever been on, that title probably had to go to the whitney frost case, this had to be the most chaotic and strange team daniel had been apart of. you had not one but two super spies (one of which was in pajamas and using a bow and arrow of all things), a tech genius, a god (or were they an alien? daniel was a little fuzzy on that particular detail), and deke... at least most of them seemed to know what they were doing. daniel ducked down when agent romanoff pulled him out of the line of fire "thanks." he waited for the shooting to stop, meaning the men were reloading, and once they did he leaned out at shot the men. keeping low he moved towards the door to the stairwell one he heard daisy's location. daniel couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him at the couple's banter "compared to the things i've heard howard utter, this is nothing."

DEKE: In the past, when Deke had thought about his 'next cool mission' this had hardly been the thing in his mind. Not Arrow-Guy in his pajamas, not working with someone who practically a God, Black Widow herself or well, any of them. Certainly not Daisy being in danger like this... But still, he was nothing if not adaptable. So adapt he did. Rescue Daisy now, rankle his mind about all these events later. There was something pretty calming about the group of them being so casual and prepared (though he still felt a spike of fear at every loud noise, the many of them). He was working with the best, Deke reminded himself. He'd gotten the Hyperbaric Chamber ready to go for Daisy upon their return, nervously awaiting. In one of his more anxious moments he'd thought about preparing food for Daisy before remembering he wouldn't know how long she'd be in there for. So, with the chamber up and waiting, Deke listened on the comms and waited. "How's it looking? It sounds pretty crowded." Crowded, being the word for all the many enemies they seemed to be facing (and taking down). "You guys doing okay?" He was fairly sure they were but it didn't hurt to ask.

DAISY: Daisy had been living in a fantasy world, but it could only last so long before she eventually had to wake up. Wake up was a relative term. It didn't mean she was entirely awake and aware, more so that she had to wake to the reality of her situation, that there were no happy endings, that she couldn't get what she wanted, that actions had consequences, and even when you thought you won, it could come back to bite you in the ass. In the time that it had taken everyone to track down her kidnappers, Daisy had been put through several different forms of torture. Lucia had even been so kind as to grace her with her presence, reminding Daisy of what she'd done to the woman and how everything she was going through now was her own fault. Daisy could give her that much. Daisy had done her fair share of awful things, even if she hadn't been entirely in control of her own actions at the time. Nick Fury Sr. had made sure of that. It seemed that even after she'd taken things over from him, he still managed to screw up her life, but in the end she wasn't really surprised by any of this.

Currently, she didn't know where Lucia was, and she was just surrounded by guards who had all made sure not to listen to a word she said. Still, that didn't mean she wouldn't try. Her ears were ringing, but she could still feel some kind of activity on the ship. She spat out blood. "Sounds like . . . you've got company," she taunted, her voice raspy and barely carrying out to them. Her breathing was shaky and uneven. "You might . . . wanna go deal with that." They ignored her, saying nothing.

CLINT: clint had been in a lot of sticky situations before, but this wasn't one of them... if anything he was like a greased up hog running from the farmers trying to catch him, which might be a little dangerous for him. bad things tended to happen to him when he got too confident, but at least both loki and 'tasha were here to keep him from dying. he was about to fire off an arrow when a guard came up on his left, so he turned and stabbed the arrow into the guy's eye "oooh... i hope your insurance includes vision." clint quipped as he fired another set of arrows into the group. "aww, don't be like that lady. you know that my husband and i are cute as fuck." he winked at her as he ran by, headed towards loki... not because he needed the back up but purely because clint wanted to get another look at loki. his look was different from the last time clint had seen him in his battle gear and the blonde had to admit it was a damn fine look. "hey handsome! you come here often?"

LOKI: Loki had enjoyed the thrill of field work, it had been such a long time since he'd been able to use his daggers and magic against an actual threat. The best part was having Clint fight side by side him, before they'd been on opposite sides of a war, never sharing more the small glances. He fought with a passion ensuring they would clear a spot to bring Daisy home, there was no way he was leaving without her even if it cost every single on of these humans lives. "Did you really just say that Clint?" He questioned chuckling softy as he quickly disarmed three more guys pinning them down with a couple of his daggers. "We actually are, plus you are the driving force that brought us together in life and on this mission. The blame is fully on your shoulders Nat darling." He teased the other as he noticed his lover coming towards him. He could easily see that glint in his eye whenever Clint saw Loki in his more regal clothes, though now he'd donned on his Asgardian wear leaving that as his go too field work outfit. He turned to reply to Clint before throwing a dagger right into the bad guy who'd tried to take Clint by surprise. "Depends on who's asking, and if they are going to buy me dinner first," He mused winking at Clint.

NATASHA: Natasha had learned long ago to tune out the chatter of the coms. She kept her volume low so she could focus on their current situation. If shit hit the fan outside, she trusted her team to be able to handle it. "Ah, Howard Stark. If working with him is anything like working with his son, I'd pass on the opportunity," she joked. Tony wasn't so bad...in small dosages anyway. The lights on their side of the helicarrier flickered before going out completely. In the next moment, Natasha and Daniel were bathed in an eerie red light. Ronnie must've knocked out the security system. Only the emergency lights were operational now. "Fourth floor, third door," Natasha nodded as they slipped into the stairwell. She heard heavy boots above them. Reinforcements were coming through. "Five pairs of boots," she whispered to Daniel as she ducked behind one of the spirals. As the sound of boots came closer, Natasha shot a taser disk at the first guard. He convulsed and fell forward, tumbling down the stairs. He was wearing the same mask Natasha saw in her memories. The widow jumped out from behind one of the spirals and landed a kick square in the chest of one of the guards. He fell forward and took a third guard down with him. Three out of five. Not bad. She turned to take down the other two, but it appeared Blue Shirt was already disengaging them. She would have to share the body cam footage from her stealth suit with Daisy later. That was sure to lift her spirits.

RONNIE: “Nice one Nat.” Ronnie mused as she watched Nat take out three guards at once, followed by Daniel knocking out a couple more. “You kids make a good team. Daisy’s gonna be so proud.” She snickered into her earpiece. She’d muted Loki and Clint’s come but kept an eyes on everyone’s body cams in case the lover boys got into trouble. She loved them dearly, but their banter was brining her lunch back up. “They’ve got her surrounded.. ten.. maybe fifteen guys.. the footage is shit.. but I’m trying.. ” Ronnie relayed, watching the room she was being held in like a hawk. “She’s saying something to them but no ones budging... hold on..” a few clips to enhance the audio and suddenly Ronnie was sporting a shit eating grin. “I knows we’re here. Hang on, Director.. we’re coming for you.”

DANIEL: hearing that they had eyes on daisy made him feel a little better but he wouldn't feel settled until she was out of here completely. after kicking the fifth guard in the chest, with his bionic leg for good measure, he turned towards natasha to see if she needed help "ten to fifteen? i think we can handle that." daniel smirked before reloading his guns "so how do you want to do this?" he peeked around the corner seeing that there were no guards outside the room but daniel knew all hell would break loose once they went in.

DEKE: He listened intently to the communications, hoping to hear word of Daisy's safety and prepare the Hyperbaric Chamber for her. Well, it was mostly prepared. It'd really be him opening the thing, then everything was smooth sailing. That is, if her injuries could be healed by it... Which they should. Unless she literally lost a limb or died she should be fine. She would be fine. He heard the ruckus over the comms and felt his heart swell with fear. "Any eyes on Daisy yet?" He asked desperately. Then he heard it. They found Daisy. "Is she okay?!" He asked over the coms, without much hope of getting an answer. They had other things keeping them busy, after all. So he continued waiting anxiously.

DAISY: As the fighting outside continued, the guards around Daisy got more anxious. They could hear on their comms that they weren't exactly winning this fight. "Let's just get rid of the dead weight," said one of the guards. "I doubt Lucia wants this one alive anyways."

"Did you hear her say that or are you just assuming shit again?" asked the other guard. "You know what she'll do if we go against her orders."

"Screw her orders. That's the fucking Avengers out there. If Lucia wants her alive, we can just blame her death on the Avengers, say they didn't give us any choice. Hell, we can say she attacked us." He pulled the tubes that had been connected to Daisy out, but there were still drugs in her system. She couldn't do much. She could barely move. He pulled her up by her hair, shoving a gun against her skull. "You're going to get them to stand down, or you're going to die.

"Guess. . ." Daisy choked on her words. It was hard to focus on her words, when she was focused on something else. "Guess I'll die then." Her shoulders moved up slightly in a shrug. She wasn't actually expecting to die now. She imagined Natasha was probably leading this charge, and these guards didn't stand a chance against her. If Daisy could just move her fingers a little more, she could help Natasha too. There. A small tremor shot out from her fingertips, and the door to the room slammed open. The guard still had a gun to Daisy's head, but Natasha would be here in 5...4...3...2...1... //

NATASHA: "Thanks, Ronnie," she replied when Ronnie relayed the message about what was waiting for them up ahead. "I dunno, Danny Boy," she smirked up at him. "I seem to be carrying all the weight here," she elbowed him gently. "Pick up the slack or I'm gonna leave you behind and save your girl myself. Maybe I'll steal the kiss right from under you too." Natasha glanced down at her utility belt to see what supplies she still had left. "I still have a few taser disks left. That should be enough to shock the oncoming guards. The rest we can take down the good old fashion way." And with that she heard the door to the room where Daisy was being held slam open. "Good girl," Nat grinned. Daisy was a fighter till the end. "Come on, Daniel. Let's work for a living." Natasha sprinted into the room full force. It didn't take long to make an assessment of the danger. She threw the first taser disk at the man who'd had a gun to Daisy's head. He dropped the weapon and began to convulse on the floor. Natasha threw the remaining disks that she had at the next few guards that tried to come at her. She used the momentum of their falling bodies to take down a couple more men. She was really hoping this would be the last of them.

DANIEL: the male let out a quiet huff at the update from ronnie "quack right?" he raised a brow before rolling his shoulders "to be fair, you are enhanced." daniel joked. he looked calm on the outside but internally he was worried about his girl... if that's still what she was. plenty of time had passed for her and daisy was probably given many opportunities to move on from some square she only knew for a short time... he wouldn't blame her in the slightest. nodding he followed after natasha, downing guards with his guns before exchanging blows with a couple. he dropped to the ground and knocked the legs out from under one before moving towards daisy his heart nearly breaking at the state she was in.

his hands were shaking slightly as he knelt down by her “hey... what did i tell you huh? i thought you were supposed to take care of yourself.” he was so relieved to see her again, although this wasn’t the reunion he had been hoping for after he had to stay behind to make sure that the team was able to escape back to their timeline with the chronicoms in tow. he worked as quickly as he could, removing any leftover wires and nodes from her body, while talking to her about... well, anything really. if anyone asked him later what he’d said, danny boy wouldn’t be able to tell you. his focus was getting daisy out of there and making sure she was safe. after he pulled the helmet off her head, he started brushing the hair out of her face “keep fighting okay? you stay awake for me daisy and i’m gonna get you home.” memories flashed in his mind of their time in the barn with malick, his heart breaking at the fact people kept hurting the amazing woman in front of him. he’d kick himself later for not trying to find a way back to her sooner, could he have prevented this from happening if he had? or perhaps he’d have been taken too, used against her in some way... he’d never really know, but daniel had to focus now. get her home, get her safe, make sure she’s okay three easy goals he could focus on. as gently as he could, daniel gathered daisy up in his arms and lifted her from the ground. “i got you sweetheart, it’s okay.”

DAISY: As the man who had been holding Daisy fell after being tased by Natasha, Daisy crumpled too, her body unable to hold herself up after constant torture. She was glad to have been right about Natasha coming in, but after her head hit the floor, her awareness of what was around her was fading again. She vaguely heard the sound of fighting, and then there was a familiar voice that she hadn't heard in a long time. Her eyes, covered in her own blood, wouldn't open anymore, but she recognized Daniel. She must've been slipping. It was a result of being so close to death. An auditory hallucination. It wasn't real. "Daniel?" she whispered, allowing herself to ask even when she knew this wasn't real.

NATASHA: Natasha was tired as she took out the last of the guards. Parts of her tactical suit were torn and her lip was bloody from where one of them managed to hit her, but she was thankfully in one piece. She pushed her coms button to give the team a status update. "We have Daisy," she informed them. "We're en route out through the north bay entrance. Take the carrier, find Lucia," her voice took on a darker tone. "I have some questions for her myself." Lucia von Bardas was the one that ordered this torture. Natasha was about to return the favor. She turned to see Daniel pick up Daisy. The woman was barely conscious at this point. Natasha approached them and gave Daisy a reckless smile before quacking obnoxiously. "I didn't give you permission to die. This is so unprofessional. I'm sure you'll make it up to me though."

Her coms buzzed. "Romanoff, we're in."

"Welcome to the party, boys," she grinned. Moments later she heard boots on the ground and the sound of rooms being checked and cleared. It was the back up unit that she'd called. "Come on, let's get her to the Hyperbaric Chamber."

DANIEL: "yeah sweetheart, it's me." he spoke softly as he adjusted his hold to keep a feel of her pulse like he had when he pulled her out of that barn all those years ago. watching the small interaction between natasha and daisy made him smile, seeing her have family like this made him so happy... it was everything she deserved. seeing the agents filing in daniel started moving out of the room, daisy didn't look too good and she needed to get back to hq to start recovering. he turned and looked over his shoulder, smirking slightly "you coming romanoff? thought you said you were gonna steal the kiss from me?"

DAISY: She still heard his voice speaking to her, and she felt like it was just a sign that she was going to slip away again soon. The sound of Natasha's voice was something she knew to be real. She could focus on it, though that was getting harder to do. She heard Lucia's name, and the hellicarrier started shaking violently. It wasn't intentional on Daisy's part. She was hardly in control of her body right now, but as Natasha came over to her and started quacking at her, Daisy calmed enough for the shaking to stop. She tried to return the greeting, but it only came out as choked gurgling. Apparently, blood in your throat didn't allow for very articulated speech, even in the instance of duck calls. She managed at least a small smile as Natasha criticized her for not getting permission to die. "n't dead yet," she wheezed out.

She felt herself being lifted up and moved through the halls. Her eyes weren't open, but she could hear and feel just well enough to know she was being moved quickly. Daniel's voice spoke again, and she had to remind herself again that this wasn't real. It was easier to believe that it was a hallucination from what he said. Even if it was her Daniel, she was sure Natasha would kick his ass for implying she was falling behind. Daisy hadn't been able to see much before, but she'd heard the fighting. Plus, she knew Natasha well enough too to know that she must've done almost all of the fighting here. From the sound of Natasha's orders, she was leading this thing. Whoever suggested she of all people was falling behind was going to regret the words coming out of their mouth. Daisy almost felt sorry for whoever it was, but at least it wasn't actually Daniel.

Whoever was carrying her, certainly not Daniel, got her off of the hellicarrier fairly quickly, or maybe Daisy was just losing her concept of time passing. She heard S.H.I.E.L.D. agents directing the person carrying her back to the zephyr, telling them to get her to the hyperbaric chamber as quickly as possible because she didn't look good. She fell back into unconsciousness before she found out if she made it into that chamber or not. Maybe she was dead. She hoped not. Natasha hadn't given her permission to die yet. How would she make it up to her?

DEKE: Deke was nervous. Not his usual 'state of being' kind of nervous but the more dastardly 'holy shit is my friend alive' kind of nervous. Also the 'she got tortured and it's my fault' kind of guilt laid in pretty thick too. But... he couldn't let that take away his focus right now. He needed to be an agent. Turn off the nerves and the guilt, he was a pro at it in the past he could for sure do it now. He would, if nothing else than for Daisy's sake. The moment Daisy was in, all hurt and bruised and broken but still Daisy, still strong. Well, Deke did what he did best. Move. As soon as it was possible with Daisy situated and safety in there the machination turned on and began it's process.

That was his part. Small. In the end, it was Daisy who would have the toughest job. And that was surviving. Deke inhaled deeply, wishing he could do more and knowing he could not. He ran a hand through his hair. "She'll be okay." He spoke, not even knowing if the words were for himself or the others. "She will..."

NATASHA: She rolled her eyes at Sousa's joke. "My pacing's fine. Yours though..." she frowned. She'd carried most of the operation from the investigation to the rescue mission itself so she wasn't even mildly amused. "We'll have to work on that if you wanna keep up with me and Daisy," she winked. She'd already stolen a kiss from Daisy...more than that actually. But she wasn't gonna tell the old man that. Bless his heart. Now that her team had moved in on the helicarrier, getting to the zephyr wasn't all to hard. Natasha's shoulders eased once Daisy was in the chamber. She would be okay.

"Romanoff, we have Lucia," one of her agents reported through the coms.

"I'm on my way." Natasha looked up at Deke, Daniel, and the others. "They have Lucia and I have questions." She also had a penchant for violence. And based on the way Daisy looked right now, Natasha had no plans to go easy on Lucia. "I think you guys can manage from here. Get Daisy home safe or the next body I bury will be yours," she informed the team. It was very clear she had the means to carry out on that threat. With that, Natasha left Daisy's side and made her way back to the helicarrier to interrogate Lucia. / END

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shotsbyshae · 5 years

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Power Over Me

Prompt: “Wait, I’m confused. Are you the villain?”

Warnings: 18+ Smut, Angst

Words: 7k

Pairing: Loki x Witch!Reader

Summary: Loki has the Tesseract and can literally go anywhere he wants, so why does he keep getting drawn back to the broken little witch Steve Rogers abandoned? You saved him once, although you’re not aware of it, maybe he can return the favor.

A/N: This is for @sherrybaby14 Fall Into You Challenge. Little drabble turned into more.

I wanna be king in your story,

I wanna know who you are.

New York, 2012

“Join me,” the words are dripping with malice and the Cheshire Cat grin on his face unsettles you as he grips the front of your suit tighter with one hand, pulling you closer to him.

Standing your ground, you stare down the god, whose face is so close his nose almost brushes against yours. You can see the beads of sweat trailing along his temples, “Not a chance.”

“Such a waste,” he gives a shake of his head before he releases his grip on you, shoving his palm into your chest, pushing you off the ledge of the building. Loki turns from the ledge and starts to walk back into the interior of Stark Tower when the familiar sound of Stark’s suit has him glance back over his shoulder.

“Leave some of him for the rest of us,” Tony orders, dropping you back on your feet before flying off after a rogue Chitauri.

“Did you change your mind?” The sarcasm in his voice is short lived as you fling him back, sending him tumbling down the steps in front of the stocked bar with just a flick of your wrist. He pushes up from the floor, leaning back against the bar, a look of intrigue on his features as he watches you.

You’re down the stairs and on him – straddling him – your hips pinning him to the tile floor. Your mind can barely catch up with your basic survival instincts, as your hand wraps around his neck, squeezing tightly, while shoving him against the bar.

“That’s it,” Loki’s enjoying this, his words vicious, “own the darkness.” You hesitate, jaw clenching and he prods, “What’s the matter, little witch? Not strong enough?”

Raising your free hand, you begin to move your fingers delicately as the man’s mouth opens against his will and his life force flows from his lips in blue waves. You unclench your jaw – after all, you've never tasted a god before. The power within him is unlike anything you've ever consumed, as an icy chill spreads throughout your body – clashing with the fire in your veins – the chaos is euphoric. With a malicious grin, Loki opens his mouth wider for you, seeing the pure ecstasy spread across your features as a darkness flashes in your eyes before you shut them tightly.

You don’t feel the large arm slip around your waist, only the swift movement as Thor jerks you away from his brother, “Loki, enough!”

“You were always no fun brother,” the trickster’s words echo as you blink rapidly, trying to bring your surroundings back into focus.

Glancing at Thor’s massive hand on your shoulder, you wonder if he’s always been this large – he’s a giant compared to you.

“Hey,” the words sound far off, but another set of strong hands are on your face. “Look at me.” Your head is being tilted upward and Steve’s blue eyes are bearing down on your, full of concern, “Are you okay?”

The sheer bliss you were experiencing is now subsiding and your breathing quickens as realization hits you, “Yea, I’m sorry.” Clinging to his arm for support, you glance from Loki back up to Steve, “He threw me off the building – I lost control.”

Rogers pulls you into his side protectively as he lightly kisses your temple, speaking softly, “It’s okay.”

The interaction between the two of you repulses Loki and he rolls his eyes as Thor grabs his arm, jerking him to his feet.

2023

He hadn’t planned on ending up in this year, much less in this city, but once he had, his first thoughts were of you. After obtaining the Tesseract, Loki had followed his own timeline, to see where his future would lead and saw the man he would become. He had managed to go from the villain, to standing alongside his brother to fight Hela and save the people of Asgard, only to die at the hands of Thanos, never giving him the chance to tell you that you had played a part in that transformation. He had tried to kill you once, then you had become a friend, but in truth all Loki really wanted was for you to look at him with the same adoration you had shown for Steve Rogers. You were an extraordinary witch, gifted with dark magic, but you didn’t let it consume you, which he found fascinating. Maybe that’s part of whatever it is that keeps drawing him back to you.

The place is the epitome of dive bars and under any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be caught dead near an establishment such as this, yet he finds himself here more and more frequently because this is your hunting grounds. He always sits in the darkest corner of the bar, watching you dance with a stranger – some nights it’s men, others it’s women – grinding your hips against theirs to the music, a half-empty high ball glass in one hand. Your eye make-up always darker than you used to wear it and he wonders what you’re trying to hide – sadness. You’ve always been so strong, but now, he hardly recognizes the woman before him, because now, you’re broken. Your righteous Captain America is gone - abandoned you for another.

He watches as your other hand pulls the stranger’s face to yours, and no one else notices the waves of blue coursing from the man’s mouth as you suck at his life force. You never take enough for your victim to notice, just enough for you to get a rush. He is amazed with your self-control, but slightly disturbed, the version of you he’s seen never uses dark magic. Under any other circumstance, this would be of no concern to Loki, but he is aware of the toll dark magic can have on a witch’s soul. At one time it was your darkness that drew him in, but now he’s seen the future, and it’s your light he admires the most. He’ll be damned if he’s going to sit idly by and watch you diminish it because of some stupid mortal.

***

As soon as you open the door to your apartment, you get the overwhelming sensation that you are not alone. It’s pitch black inside and you know you left the lamp in the hallway on. You close the door behind you carefully before reaching for the light switch. As you flip the switch, you spin quickly, shoving the man behind you against the wall, holding the blade of your dagger against his throat.

“Easy, little witch,” Loki holds his hands up defenseless, glancing at the dagger. “Did I teach you that?”

You look at him curiously, knowing this isn’t the same man you saw last, “Not this version of you. When are you from?”

“Hard to say,” he replies. “We only recently met in my timeline.”

You take a step back, keeping the blade pointed at him, “Great, so the dick version?” He gives a slow smile as you continue, “What do you want?”

“To see how you are.”

You furrow your brow in disbelief, “You tried to kill me.”

“True,” Loki responds, adjusting the jacket of his suit, “but, I’ve seen the future version of us, and we were dare I say – friends – before my untimely death.”

You look him up and down closely before responding coldly, “Well, you’re not him.”

“And you’re not her either,” he retorts, causing you to clench your jaw. “The version of you I saw would never use dark magic so frivolously.”

“You should leave,” you turn, walking away.

He begins following along behind you, “I can imagine what that must feel like, being abandoned by everyone you love.”

His words are like a knife in your heart, but the worst part is, he’s right. You’ve been living with this pain for the last few months. First with Natasha and Tony’s sacrifice, then with Steve choosing to go live with her after everything the two of you had been through, and Thor couldn’t even stay on the same fucking planet as you.

“The pain you must feel…” he sympathizes, “I’m not here to judge for how you are dealing with that.”

“What do you want then Loki?” You fight the lump rising in your throat, grabbing the edge of your kitchen counter to steady yourself.

“Nothing,” his tone is slightly colder than before, “but I do have a proposition for you.”

You close your eyes as the trickster moves to lean against the counter across from you. A proposition, you think to yourself, of course. Loki had tried to recruit you during his attack on New York because of your abilities and when you refused, he threw you off a building. He’s only ever been fascinated with your powers, even when the two of you were friends, there was an underlying sense of dread that at any time he might stab you in the back.

“I’m not interested in another one of your propositions,” you flick your eyes up at him.

“Not like that,” he says sincerely, “I’m offering you – an escape – albeit, healthier than your current one. I won’t ask you to use your powers – ever.”

Your eyes narrow at him curiously, “What kind of escape?”

“Come travel with me.”

You look at him in disbelief as you try to gauge the situation, seeing the seriousness in his face, “What? Where would we travel?”

The corners of his mouth turn up in a mischievous smile and for a second you swear his eyes flash a little brighter blue, “Wherever – whenever – you want my dear.”

Los Angeles, 1981

Loki adjusts the black leather jacket he’s wearing over an emerald green pocket tee. He abhors the ripped denim jeans you insisted he wear, but you were the expert on mortal fashion, so he had agreed.

You’re wearing a red and black plaid skirt with fishnet stockings and a black tank top layered with a denim jacket. Your hair is teased, and your make-up is still dark, but there’s a smile on your lips as you stare over the balcony, watching the fight break out on the floor below the two of you. The joy on your face is an improvement from how he’d found you.

“All of time and space,” Loki leans close, and his breath on your ear sends an unwelcomed shiver down your spine, “and you choose this.”

You don’t look away from the bar brawl below as you speak to the man beside you, “This was the very first concert Motley Crue played together. This is a historic moment.”

The trickster rolls his eyes before leaning against the rail beside you, not impressed with your choice. Below, the fighting has broken up and the band is setting back up to continue with their set. You glance over at the completely uninterested look on Loki’s face as he stares down at the men moving around below you.

A small laugh escapes your lips and it surprises you. It feels like forever since you’ve had a reason to smile, much less laugh, and the sound is foreign to you, “You really hate this, don’t you?”

Loki cuts his eyes over to you, “Whatever makes you happy my dear.”

“Why the concern with my happiness?” You prop your elbow on the rail, resting your chin on the heel of your hand, your fingers curled against your lips.

“I’ve seen what you've done,” the response is slow, “for everyone else on your so-called team. You shouldn’t be having to resort to what you were doing to get away from the pain.”

You glance back down as the band starts to play, knowing his words are true. You weren’t proud of how you’d been dealing with your grief. Feeding on someone’s life force was the only way to numb the pain, it was an ecstasy rush unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You only wished mortals gave you the same sense of euphoria the god beside you had given, but you quickly push that thought out of your mind. The only issue was everytime you used dark magic, it felt as if it left a tiny mark on your soul and you often wondered how many marks were too many?

“I could help you,” Loki’s voice is soft, genuine, almost, “if you ever want to forget. I could do that for you.”

You shake your head quickly, bringing your eyes back to meet his, “No, thank you though.”

Later, Loki grabs your wrist harshly as he stops you from using an unsuspecting man with shaggy blonde hair as your drug of choice for the night. You look up at him in embarrassment, his fingers still clutching your wrist tightly.

“You’re better than this,” he says sternly, “No more – understood – that’s my only request, or I will take the pain away, without your permission.”

“Thought you wanted me to own my darkness,” the words are a bit seductive and surprise even you as they come out of your mouth.

“Not like that,” Loki responds glaring down at you, carefully releasing your wrist.

You hold his gaze defiantly for a moment before giving him a small nod of understanding.

Spain, 1902

Your pace quickens as you rush down the sidewalk, the book tucked carefully inside the black robes you’re wearing. Glancing back over your shoulder at the monastery, you make sure no one is following, but your foot lands on one of the cobblestones wrong, causing you to lose your balance. An arm snakes its way around your waist, saving you from toppling over into the street.

“Hi,” Loki keeps you balanced as he takes in your appearance, “where were you and why are you dressed like a nun?”

You raise an eyebrow at his reference, “How do you know what nuns dress like?”

“I’ve been to Midgard more than once,” he retorts. “I’m not an imbecile. What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” you say innocently enough.

“Not nothing,” Loki smiles, “you’re scheming – I can tell.” He pauses as he releases you, turning to walk away, “It’s brilliant.”

You take a couple quick steps to catch up with him before you say, “So, you’re not mad?”

You hadn’t told him about your plan to steal the Book of the Damned, after all, he had never met Charlie Bradbury. You knew you couldn’t save Tony or Natasha, but maybe this was one death you could prevent.

“Of course not,” he says nonchalantly, “you’re rather cute when you scheme.”

Clarius

“Loki...” you don’t look away from the night sky as you take in the billions of brightly shining stars above you. “This is…wow.”

“You wanted stars,” the trickster replies casually, before he climbs up onto the rock formation behind you. You turn to look at him and he offers you a hand, which you accept and join him on top of the stone.

You sit down first, still enamored with the view above you, and he sits as you say, “They feel so much closer than back home.”

“There’s no better place in the galaxy for star-gazing,” Loki comments.

The smirk on your lips can’t be hidden as you glance over at him, “So, there is more than just tricks and dramatic flair under there.”

“I’m not dramatic,” his look is defensive.

The narrow-eyed expression you give him gains an eye roll and you lie back against the rock. He joins you, and after a few moments, begins pointing out constellations you’ve never even heard of. If someone had told you a few years ago that you would spend a couple hours star gazing with the god of mischief, you would have laughed in their face. However, this isn’t the same man who had tried to kill you all those years ago – he’s different now – in a way that you’re unsure about.

New York, 1946

“I just want to see,” you say calmly, “the life she’s supposed to have without him.”

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” his response is hesitant, looking across to the woman sitting on the park bench, but before he can look back to you, you’re already halfway to her.

The god of mischief watches as you sit beside the woman on the bench and begin to make small talk with her. Your ability to touch someone and see their entire future is another one of your dark talents. He watches as you take the woman’s hand in yours sweetly and even from the bench across the path, he can see the bright blue flash in your eyes as well as Peggy Carter’s.

****

“Are you sure?” Loki's tone is apprehensive, as he stands beside possibly the largest tree in the park.

“It’s not about me,” you reply, “this is for her. It was selfish of him to just take away the happiness she found once she had let him go. He was the one telling everyone to move on, but he never did and to go back and wreck her timeline – “

Your tone is venomous, and Loki has never seen you this angry before. He’s curious what future you saw for Peggy as you pace back and forth in front of him on the grass.

“This will alter his timeline.”

“I don’t give a shit,” you reply, “he abandoned everyone and it’s not fair to her.”

“He will never forgive you for this,” Loki steps in front of you, to halt your pacing, touching your arm gently. “As much as I would love that – are you certain?”

“I don’t care,” he can see the sadness in your eyes as you look up at him, “I already lost him.”

Loki watches from across the street as you talk with Agent Carter and he sees the small waves of blue light which begin to manifest from your fingertips as you speak. The dark-haired woman in an apparent trance and oblivious to the magic you’re weaving around her. Even with the power you possess, you’re more concerned with another person’s happiness than you are your own. He’d give you the universe on a gold platter if you’d let him.

Asgard

“Is that her?” You question, looking across the garden at a woman who is walking with a young boy with jet black hair.

Loki gives a nod of his head, a sad, reminiscent look in his eye as he watches the events unfold before him. He’s wearing his usually black and green, while your dress is a bright blue color with a silver breast plate and wrist guards.

“Look how adorable you were,” you say jokingly, shoving his arm with your hand, “it’s always the cute ones you have to watch out for – they’ll try to take over the world.”

“Funny,” he remarks, “come, let’s go this way.”

He starts down an opposite path in the garden, away from the path Frigga and young Loki are walking. You follow along beside him quietly watching as he examines the different flowers and plants. “Take me somewhere you want to see.” Those had been your words to him after the last trip to 1946. You hadn’t expected for him to bring you to his home, although you had heard Thor tell stories of how beautiful it was, his words could never do Asgard justice.

“She seems like a wonderful person,” you comment, noticing as he glances back across the large garden to the woman.

“She was,” he replies, “she always showed me nothing but kindness and love. She saw the good in me, even when I refused to believe it was there.”

There is a moment of silence as you continue along the cobblestone walkway and you finally speak up, “Well, the first time I met you…”

“I tried to kill you,” Loki interrupts, glancing down at you.

“True,” you reply, “but given the circumstances…”

Your words are interrupted again as someone taps gently on one of your wrist guards, causing you to stop walking and turn to look down at the dark-haired child standing behind you. Loki stands frozen as he stares down at his younger self, not saying a word as the child doesn’t even acknowledge his presence, but speaks to you instead, “Excuse me miss.”

“Hi,” you squat down to be eye level with the young boy and you notice the bright blue flower in his hand.

“I couldn’t help it,” he begins shyly, “but I could feel your sadness.”

Your eyes widen in shock at the revelation and you glance up at the man standing beside you in disbelief before looking back at the child. He offers you the flower from his hand and you take it offering him a warm smile.

“Thank you.”

“I don’t know what someone as pretty as you could possibly be sad about,” the little boy states, his blue eyes staring into yours innocently.

“Well,” you begin slowly, glancing down at the flower for a moment, “I lost a friend.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, offering his hand to you, “My name’s Loki – I could be your friend, if you’d like?”

You take his small hand in yours, “I’d like that very much.” You cut your eyes up to see a smile on Loki’s face as he watches you interact with his younger self.

“Loki,” Frigga’s voice calls from across the garden.

“I have to go,” the little boy says, “I’ll see you again soon?”

You nod enthusiastically as the boy smiles before running off down the path.

You stand back up, twirling the flower between your fingers, as you stare at the trickster, “I think we just changed your timeline.”

“How so?” Loki questions.

“Because now, you might have a crush,” you smirk, glancing back to the little boy running across the garden.

“Unlikely,” he responds coolly, before you loop your arm through his and the two of you continue to walk down the path.

London 1970

Loki sits outside the small café waiting on you, a smile on his face as he watches a young couple a few tables away. It’s obvious to anyone nearby that they are very much in love. They exude it, with small touches and playful kisses. The girl moves closer to her boyfriend on the bench they share as she leans into him, resting her head against his shoulder for a moment. The action reminds Loki of the night before and your terrible movie choices, although the scary movie you had picked out was the reason you ended up practically buried into his side on the couch, so it wasn’t that bad after all. You had fallen asleep there on his shoulder and he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but he had started the movie over once it went off, just as an excuse to hold you for a little while longer.

He’s calmly sipping a cup of coffee when he notices you running down the sidewalk towards him, an old leather-bound book tucked under one arm and a hatchet in your opposite hand. He jumps up quickly, rushing to you as you come to a frantic stop.

“Bad news,” you say, out of breath, “we have to skip the museum tour.”

“What did you do?”

“I had to pick something up,” you reply, “and the previous owners weren’t happy about it.”

“Why do you have a hatchet?”

“Because they tried to stop me,” you say matter-of-factly.

“You’re a witch,” Loki looks at you in confusion, “you had other options.”

“I didn’t want to hurt them.”

“It’s a hatchet!”

“It was only to scare them,” you reply before tossing the weapon across the bushes beside you.

“You said you were going shopping,” he narrows his eyes at you.

“Technically,” you smirk, “I was.”

“Technically,” his smile is just as mischievous, “you’re scheming.”

“You love it,” you quip, grabbing his arm and turning him to walk down the sidewalk with you.

“You have no idea.”

Kansas, 2012

“This place looks abandoned,” Loki states looking up at the dilapidated building.

“It is,” you reply, pulling a key from your pocket, “but it won’t be in another year.”

You open the door to the bunker and Loki follows you down the staircase as you flip the power switch to illuminate the inside.

“Whose place is this?” He questions, walking along the expansive bookshelves as you fumble in a drawer for a pen and paper.

“Friend of a friend,” you reply as you begin to write on the paper.

“You’re scheming again,” Loki smiles as he approaches, looking over your shoulder at the note.

Dear Winchesters,

This is The Book of the Damned, you’re welcome. This other book is the Black Grimoire, so keep it locked away please.

“You’re not slightly curious what’s in that book?” Loki questions as he leans down, his face beside yours as he flips the grimoire open with one hand.

“No,” you glance over at him, closing the book, “I’m powerful enough without it. That’s equivalent to witch steroids – I have enough dark magic in me without juicing.”

“You really are quite astonishing,” Loki cuts his eyes over to you, “just how powerful are you?”

Maintaining eye contact with the man, you begin slowly, “Tell me one of your greatest fears,”

“Being loved,” the response comes without hesitation, almost robotically, “because I don’t deserve it.” He blinks in realization of his answer, knowing you forced the truth from his mouth.

“That’s dark,” you respond sadly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Everyone deserves to be loved.”

“What other surprises are you hiding?” He questions quietly, enamored with you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smirk before stepping away from the table.

“Oh, would I.”

Paris, 1890

He stands outside the building waiting for you, dressed much like the rest of the men who are entering the doors behind him, in a black tuxedo with a white undershirt. The trickster spots you through the small crowd of people as you glance around for him and he notes your eye make-up is not as dark it’s been. The emerald green dress you’re wearing is unlike anything he’s ever seen you in, the corset top clings to your waist while pushing your breasts together, and he suddenly has a new fascination with this Midgard fashion. There are no sleeves and you have your hair pinned up, leaving your shoulders and neck bare. Gloves the same color green run up the length of your arms, stopping at your elbows, and he watches as one hand gathers the length of the dress up as you start to move towards him.

“Hi,” Loki greets, finally meeting your gaze, noting the small smile on your lips, “you look…” He pauses, words elude him, and he knits his brows together as he licks his lips nervously.

“Are you speechless?” You joke as you reach up to straighten his tie.

“You look…ravishing,” he finally says quietly, taking one of your hands in his.

“And to think,” you flash him a smirk, “you didn’t want to come.”

“I can be a fool sometimes,” Loki says as if still entranced by your presence.

“Come on,” you tug on the hand you’re still holding, “we’ll miss the show.”

The two of you turn and head toward the entrance below the giant windmill and the signage reading: Moulin Rouge.

***

“Dance with me,” the request is innocent, your intention is not. You’ve been watching an older sleaze ball harass one of the younger dancers for several minutes now.

“I doubt you can keep up,” he stands from the table, offering you his hand, “but if the lady insists.”

You place your hand in his, following him into the mass of people and your surprised when he twirls you quickly into his chest. He smirks as you regain your composure, moving your left hand to his shoulder while he expertly takes your right hand in his.

“Everything alright?” His whispers his question after he watches your body tense up. His hand on your waist, pulling you closer into him is more intimate than the two of you have been since starting this little adventure.

You try to steady your breathing, remembering the reason behind this whole idea, however, his hands on you were giving you a new reason for it.

“Yea,” your response is a little more breathless than you want it to sound and his smile isn’t lost on you, but you smile back, your body defying the confusion reigning in your mind. After a moment, you look past Loki to the sleaze ball who was your original target and the god follows your gaze, watching as the man runs a greedy hand up the young dancer’s thigh. The disgust and embarrassment evident on her face as she tries to pull away. Loki feels your left hand leave his shoulder momentarily, and suddenly the old man begins to grab at his throat, his face panic stricken as he falls to the floor. Other patrons rush to his side to help him as he chokes, giving the young girl a chance to escape and make her way backstage.

The god of mischief slowly turns back to look at you curiously, “Was that you?”

You glance up at him, wide-eyed and innocent, a smile playing at the corners of your lips, “Whatever do you mean?”

A laugh escapes his lips before he begins to skillfully move with you through the mass of dancing bodies, the two of you cheek to cheek. His breath warm against your ear, “You are a goddess.”

The words give you goosebumps and you pull back slightly to meet his gaze, “That’s quite a compliment from a god.”

“It shouldn’t take a god,” he says quietly, and you can see the sincerity in his eyes. “If the mortal couldn’t see all that you are – it’s his loss.”

You lean back into him, placing your cheek against his, feeling more comfortable in his arms than you know you should.

2023

Sleep eludes you, after your evening of dancing, so you make your way down the hall, heading for your kitchen, when the sight of the trickster on your couch makes you stop in your tracks. He’s sleeping peacefully and you wonder what it is he’s dreaming of as you make your way to sit on the coffee table across from him. The thought alone is wrong, but Loki’s not exactly an open book, so maybe getting inside his head would give you a little more insight into what his plans are. Dream walking isn’t something you like to do, it’s an invasion of privacy, but there are exceptions. You focus on the man before you as you close your eyes.

It takes a moment for you to realize what’s happening. Loki stands with his back to you, and you watch as he forcefully lifts the person in front of him up and takes a step forward, setting her atop the kitchen counter as her hands move to rest just above his hips. Is this a full-blown make-out session? Suddenly you feel a little bad for being here, but that doesn’t stop you from quietly taking a few steps to the side in order to get a better view of his partner. Your breath catches in your throat when you finally recognize the girl: it’s you. Loki’s mouth is on yours, slow and soft kisses, as his tongue teases yours – darting inside your mouth. One of your hands moves to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you, while his hands jerk your hips greedily to him. A sudden thrust from him and you watch as your head falls back against the cabinet, while his teeth nip at your collarbone. Another thrust, and the moan that escapes your lips sends a shiver down your spine. Seeing this play out, almost in slow motion before you, causes your body to react faster than your mind can function, and you feel the heat pooling between your thighs. Knowing how he tastes, the euphoric feeling only he can give you, suddenly makes you feel empty and deprived, wondering what he would also feel like inside you – the feel of his body against yours – how his lips feel as they devour you.

You pull yourself from the dream quickly and stumble to your feet, staring down at the person below you. The trickster, who at one time had wanted you for the darkness you possess, to cause chaos with him in taking over the world. You thought he was past saving when he flung you from the roof in New York, this was that same version of Loki you have to remind yourself – not the version you became friends with later on. He’s seen the future though, so there’s a chance he’s not the villain he was then, he’s not committed any crimes since you’ve been with him – no tricks.

You reach down slowly to touch his cheek but stop yourself. The way you’re feeling right now is wrong – or is it? You deserve the chance to be happy again. Loki does make you smile, laugh, with no expectations, and he seems genuine. These thoughts aren’t your own though, they’re his – or are they?

The next morning you’re pacing the length of the kitchen after your third cup of coffee and no sleep, when Loki makes his appearance.

“Finally,” you state, pointing a finger at him, stopping long enough to take another sip of your coffee.

“Good morning,” he greets, moving to grab an empty mug from the shelf.

“So,” you begin, rather frantically, “you know when sometimes, out of the blue you just want some ice cream, but it’s okay, because it’s your decision. Then other times, you might see someone eating ice cream and think, ‘oh hey, I want ice cream.’ Only because you saw someone else eating ice cream, so it’s not really your decision, it was influenced by someone else.”

“You’re rambling,” Loki remarks nonchalantly pouring himself a cup of coffee.

You take a deep breath, “I fucked up.”

He turns from the coffee pot and raises an eyebrow curiously, “Did you eat ice cream?”

“No,” you shake your head, “I couldn’t sleep last night and I – I got inside your head.”

The trickster’s expression falls as he begins to realize what you were implying with your previous statement and he interrupts you, “No.”

“Yes,” you look at him sheepishly, “and now I want ice cream, and I wasn’t fully aware I wanted ice cream before I saw you have ice cream and –”

“How do you feel about ice cream?” His question catches you off guard and you can feel your heart beating erratically in your chest. Loki places his coffee mug on the counter, turning to watch you with an intense gaze.

“I think I’ve wanted it since I tasted you that day in New York,” your response is timid as he closes the distance between you. “Which scares the hell out of me.”

“Why does it frighten you?” His blue eyes hold your gaze as he stands over you.

“Because,” you continue nervously, “everything I’ve experienced, I’m still recovering, and I don’t trust myself with you, not yet anyway. I need to forget – about the ice cream.”

“You do know,” he tests the water, his tone slightly sinister as he brushes your hair behind your ear, “what this means? Giving me control of your mind like that, I can erase whatever memory I choose – twist and turn your thoughts if I want – oh, the havoc we could wreak.”

Glancing up at him then, you see the small glint in his eyes as he contemplates the idea, and his hand moves to cup the side of your cheek as he continues, “Still want me inside your mind?”

You move your hand to rest on top of his, squeezing slightly as you say without hesitation, “I trust you.”

Loki falters at your words, and you catch the slight sadness in his eyes as he moves his fingers along to your temple as he whispers, “You’re the first.”

As he works his magic, your eyes flash green briefly before you close them tightly, and after a moment the trickster pulls his hand away from your temple allowing you to open your eyes slowly.

“Now, stay out of my mind,” the man glares down at you as he speaks, and you raise a curious eyebrow.

Slowly you realize where you are and the last thing you remember is going to bed last night, you narrow your eyes at the man, “Did you just do a Vulcan mind-meld on me?”

“I have no idea what that means,” he replies, stepping backwards to lean against the counter, picking up his coffee mug, “but you asked, and I delivered. So, where to today, little witch?”

Suddenly a bright orange orb begins to fizzle in the center of the room, slowly expanding into a larger circle. Loki's eyes cut from the spectacle over to you and he catches the look of panic cross your features.

“You should go,” you say quickly, turning your gaze to him, “now!”

The trickster vanishes in a puff a smoke as the orb fully opens to reveal the inside of what appears to be a conference room. A man dressed in a blue robe steps through the opening, a dark red cloak floating along behind him. It appears to be attached to his shoulders but moves as if it has a mind of its own.

Stephen cocks his head at your with a slight know-it-all smirk, “Someone’s been messing with time.”

Your hands fly to your chest in mock astonishment, “Who? Me?”

“The Director will see you now,” Strange states, waving his arm toward the portal, waiting on you to enter.

You make your way through the portal and enter the conference room to see Nick Fury standing at the head of the table. A small lump forms in your throat as you see Steve sitting directly to the right of him, the look on his face indicates he’s both sad and pissed off. Wilson and Barnes are also sitting at the large table, as is Peter Parker. The youngest Avenger gives you a small smile as you sit down beside him.

“Hey,” he says quietly to you.

You smile back before turning a glare toward Fury, “Does Parker need to be here?”

The young man glances between the two of you curiously as the man at the head of the table speaks, “Yes. He needs to know what you’ve been up to.”

You clench your jaw while Parker shifts uncomfortably in the seat beside you as Strange moves to sit at the front of the table opposite of Rogers.

“You disobeyed a direct order,” Fury states glaring down the table at you.

“And?” You challenge him. “Who at this table hasn’t?”

Your words cause the tension in the room to shift as a noise from outside gains Fury’s attention and suddenly the door the conference room opens, and Thor enters. He gives a nod of acknowledgement to everyone at the table, “Sorry I’m late, wasn’t aware there was a party.”

“When did you get back?” Fury questions him.

“Earlier today,” he responds with a smile before moving to sit beside Steve, “please, continue.”

“You’ve been using your magic,” Stephen comments.

“And that’s a crime?” You question him.

“Dark magic is,” he responds.

“Dark magic?” Wilson interrupts, “like black magic – voodoo stuff?”

Barnes shakes his head at Sam and his inappropriate timing to start questioning you about your abilities.

“Wait, I’m confused. Are you the villain?” Peter turns to question you.

“We’re all villains in someone’s story,” you respond quickly to him, before you glance over to Barnes who gives you a small nod of understanding. Steve clenches his jaw at your words as he looks down at the table in front of him.

Fury looks annoyed, “I specifically told you not to mess with the timeline.”

“Oh,” you lean forward on the table, your expression changing as you point an angry finger toward Rogers, “but he can.”

“Where’s Loki?” Steve’s words are sharp as he stares at you with distrust.

“Why would I tell you?” You glare at the man who knows you more intimately than anyone in the room.

“He tried to kill you,” he responds in disbelief. “Or did you forget?”

“Yea, and then he saved me,” you snap back. “Where were you?”

Rogers’ gaze drops as Thor looks from the man beside him back over to you in disbelief, “You know where my brother is?”

“Not exactly,” you respond, glancing over to the god.

“She’s been running around with him for the last few months,” Fury states, “traveling through time and space, her mission was to bring him, and the Black Grimoire, in.”

“Speaking of which…” Strange interrupts Fury, looking towards you, “where is the book?”

You smirk, “Like I’m giving that to S.H.I.E.L.D…don’t worry Strange, it’s safe.”

“There will be repercussions to your actions,” Fury states, “you know that, right?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Lock me up Director, throw away the key – doesn’t matter to me. I’m not giving you Loki and I’m not giving you the book. Now, if you need my help saving the world, I’m in, but I won’t be a pawn in whatever game you’re trying to play.”

“Leave us,” Fury states to everyone else in the room, causing the rest of the men to slowly stand up and make their way out the door.

Once Fury releases you, with strict instructions to inform him if Loki contacts you again, you exit the conference room, intent on finding Wilson or Barnes to drive you back home.

“Can we talk?” Steve questions from the wall he’s leaning against as you walk past him.

“Yes,” you don’t slow down, “but not today.”

“When?”

You stop then, turning to face him, seeing the look of remorse on his face, “I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” he takes a step towards you and you shake your head.

“I’m not,” you say before descending the stairs.

You’re down the stairs and across the lobby when you hear Thor’s voice, “Wait up.”

“I’m not telling you where your brother is,” you state as the man falls in step with you.

“I understand,” he replies, “if he wants to see me, I’m sure he’ll find a way. So, you and Loki are – close?”

“Yes,” you glance up at the god of thunder, “he really is a good man Thor.”

“I know,” he smiles warmly. “Where are you headed?”

“To grab a few of my things, then home. I’d ask you to drive me, but…”

“Right, no experience there,” Thor comments as you reach the door to your room. You open the door and walk inside, not paying attention to the fact the Asgardian checks to see if anyone is watching before he follows you inside and shuts the door, quickly turning the lock on the knob.

Hearing the door shut, you turn, “Thor, what are you…”

Thor no longer stands behind you, Loki’s eyes glare across the small room at you as he says quietly, “All this time, you were playing me, but you were really playing them.”

“No,” you fold your arms across your chest, “I was doing what was right.”

“When?” He questions you, seeing the confused look on your face. “When did they assign you?”

“Strange came to see me after you stopped by that first night,” you reply, “told me about the grimoire and that Fury wanted me to bring you in.”

“So that’s why you went with me?” His tone is challenging, but there’s a sadness in his eyes and you see it.

“No, I went with you, because – you came for me,” you reply quietly. “I felt like you actually cared and that was more than I had felt in months.” His eyes brighten up again and he sees the look of adoration on your face.

“Why even get the book?” He questions, leaning back against the desk.

“Because S.H.I.E.L.D. knew where it was – now they don’t.”

A wide smile crosses his face, “Clever girl.”

“You know they won’t stop looking for you.”

“I know – I may need to go away for a while,” Loki says, his eyes watching you intently, “come with me.”

Closing the distance between the two of you, a sigh escapes your lips, “I would love that.”

“Then why do I feel a ‘but’ coming?”

“But,” he mirrors the smirk you give him as you continue, “I have a few things I need to square away here first, give me a few months, then –”

“Scheming.”

“Lots of scheming,” you cup the side of his cheek.

A sudden knock at the door interrupts you and Sam’s voice is slightly muffled from the other side.

“Hey, sorry…Fury said something about an open-door policy…that you can’t be trusted,” his tone is hesitant, “I’m just the messenger.”

“You should go,” you whisper, flicking your eyes up to Loki.

He gives a slight nod, then lightly kisses your forehead, “I’ll see you soon.”

With a cloud of smoke, he disappears, and you smile to yourself as you move to open the door to your room.

***

“Hey Barnes,” you announce, making your way into the common room. The dark-haired man glances up at you expectantly as you continue, “can you give me a lift back to my place?”

“Sure thing,” he responds, standing up from his place on the couch.

“Hey,” Peter pops up with a nervous smile, “can I come? Maybe have a movie night, like old times?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Movie night?”

Parker swallows visibly as he gives a nod, but you continue, “Or is Fury sending you to babysit? Make sure I don’t run off with the god of mischief.”

“That too,” he gives you a half-smile, relieved he’s not having to lie to you.

“Sure,” you roll your eyes as you turn to follow Barnes, “you can sleepover Parker.”

“Great,” he jumps over the back of the couch, shooting a web from his palm out across the room to snatch his duffel bag from beside the kitchen counter.

***

“Where else did you go?” Peter questions excitedly as you unlock the door to your apartment.

“Parker,” you look at him in exhaustion, his questions haven’t stopped since you left the compound. “We have all night.”

“Right – sorry.”

You push the door open and the fragrant smell overtakes your senses as you slowly enter. Your mouth falls open at the sight before you as Peter drops his duffel to the floor, closing the door behind you.

“Holy shit,” he says as he walks past you, looking around, “that’s a lot of flowers.”

Every surface in your apartment has a crystal vase brimming with blue Asgardian flowers. The same flower young Loki had given you in the garden the day you met him. There has to be hundreds of them, if not more. Peter takes off down the hall and into your bedroom, “They’re in here too!”

You shake your head as you approach and see a small white note tucked into vase on the coffee table.

“And in your bathroom!” Parker calls from the other room, as you pull the note from the vase, “They’re literally everywhere!”

Unfolding the note, you see the wispy, perfectly written words:

You saved me first little witch; you just didn’t know it.

P.S. I might have a crush.

Part 2

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daughter of artemis // p.p — [11]

c h a p t e r e l e v e n

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Author’s Note: SO MUCH HAPPENS OMG. And I realize that the tagging isn’t working, so I’m going to try and manually tag everyone and let’s hope it works this time! Tell me what you think about this chapter, everyone~

Word count: 4870

11 // μητέρα mother

❅

It was not too unusual anymore for Tony to fall asleep early on a Saturday night. Sleep came rarely to him, and Pepper knew this, and every time it did, Tony gave up fighting it. He embraced it, in fact, and was more than happy to indulge. It was somewhere close to 3 a.m., that night, when Tony dreamt of her.

He was quite positive that she was the reason he was still alive. Unlike most people who were alive, Tony felt that he was perhaps one of the only ones who knew what death felt like. Death was cold, unwelcoming, and a narrow road with bumps and a lack of light. There was no structure, no symbols, no path that made sense to him; it was as if he was suddenly getting lost, with no one around him where he can ask directions. A fear that was unusual began to settle inside him, a fear of never finding your way back to wherever you came from.

But, after what felt like a while, he saw the field and the gate. This moment came right after the snap, right after he had put on the gauntlet, embracing death in its fullness. But, while he thought he was heading to where death was leading him, he met someone at the crossroads. Her.

She had kept him warm with the way she laughed. Tony remembered no one else when he was there, but her smile was familiar. He blinked and watched her, as she stood below the massive gate; she was a teenager, wearing a black jacket and her hair as wild as he had ever imagined hair could be. He walked over to her, wondering if she was the answer to everything he had lost, wondering if she would guide him to where he needed to go. Her back was facing him, but Tony was determined to not let death take him away yet.

He heard her laugh, and his heart filled with an inexplicable joy. Tears filled his eyes as he approached this girl, her name and face is still a mystery to him.

Whenever Tony dreamt of her—someone he had not even mentioned to Pepper about, someone he thought wasn’t even real, might have been a mere illusion and that death played tricks on you while taking you to nowhere, he felt at ease. But, whenever he dreamt of her, he never saw her face.

Until that night.

Tony placed a loving hand on her shoulder and turned her around and her eyes shone at him. She smiled at him, her eyes narrowing at the corner, (e/c) staring at his brown eyes.

A moment later, as if almost having drowned, Tony Stark woke up with a start. Pepper immediately held him, wondering if it was another nightmare. Tony was hyperventilating now, breathing heavily, unable to calm down. He could feel his heart beat rapidly against his chest, almost as if it was going to die down soon. There was pain now, but he couldn’t tell where it came from. Pepper was worried, beyond worried, and was considering calling the ambulance, but Tony calmed a moment later, slowly, but surely.

“It’s her,” He managed to say, staring at the space in front of him with wide eyes, “That girl, it’s her. It’s her face I saw—”

He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand over his face. Pepper shushed him and held him in her arms, trying desperately to have him calm down so that he could explain what was bothering him; whatever was making him this way.

Tony turned to his wife and blinked, “After I snapped, I saw someone. A girl. I couldn’t see her face till now but I did. It’s her, Pep.”

He couldn’t understand the insurmountable amount of guilt he felt inside him when he thought of her. Her name was (y/n), that was what Natasha told him. He shut his eyes and breathed some more, feeling his senses return to equilibrium. Pepper was right there, and when she gasped, he understood that she understood.

“That’s why she…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“She knows it’s me.” Tony concluded, feeling the guilt only grow.

This was worse, much worse than a bad case of 3 a.m., guilt. Guilt is normally not a response to anger or hate, it’s more of a response to a lack of action. Tony could have met her, could have listened to Natasha and gone to see her, and his hesitation paved way for the guilt he was feeling right then. He was suddenly thinking about how she must have been alone for five years during the decimation period, of how she was trained by Natasha for a threat he knew nothing about, of how, having been saved by her, he did nothing in return.

Whether it was merely an illusion or not, Tony Stark knew he owed his life to this girl. Whether she was his daughter or not, there was guilt that forced him to now suck it up and find out.

“We have to tell Nat.” Pepper said, her voice low.

Tony nodded, because what else could he do? Of all the times he had felt helpless in the past, he couldn’t compare to how it felt right then. He could picture her shocked face that day when she had come home, of how she tried to hide her face from him; and each time he pictured it, Tony’ heart broke a little, and only a little, because it was breaking everywhere else for so many other things.

Natasha, the next day, didn’t ask Tony how he figured it out. She hated delivering bad news to them, but she had to tell them both that (y/n) wanted nothing to do with them. She couldn’t understand Tony’s reaction to it, his face had turned to stone, but Pepper looked concerned.

“I want to see her, Nat. Is there anyway—”

“One of those things attacked me and took me hostage,” Nat said, looking at Tony and Pepper both. “It masqueraded as a normal person and pretended to be in trouble or something and I fell for the trap. She came in with Spiderman,” Tony alerted, “And killed that thing.”

Natasha sighed for the next bit. She hadn’t exactly promised the girl she wouldn’t tell Tony what she had told her, but what was more worrying was how Natasha was going to convince Tony that he slept with a Goddess.

“What are those things?” Pepper asked, confused.

“I have all the answers, Pepper, but…” Nat looked at Tony questioningly. “You’ll want to calm down for all of this. You won’t believe what I’m about to tell you.”

Tony scoffed, “I snapped my fingers and almost died, so tell me anything and I can—”

“(y/n) is a demigod born to you and the Greek Goddess, Artemis.” Natasha said, deadpanning.

What followed was uncomfortable silence. Tony blinked a couple of times at Natasha but didn’t dare look at Pepper, who was wide eyed and confused with whatever was just spewed.

“What?!” Pepper exclaimed, Natasha sighed and nodded.

“Aria and Alec are gods. Apollo and Artemis, sun and moon. Pepper, you told me Alec was so good looking it was as if he was a Greek God, but well, guess what? He is.”

When neither of them responded, Natasha merely continued, “There’s this weird prophecy that told her that the world will go to sleep or something for five years, and after that she’ll kill Zeus’ henchman, a.k.a, the weird people mud monsters that are after her and dethrone Zeus as the King of Olympus.”

“This is all some crazy joke that her mother came up with.” Tony muttered, not wanting to hear anymore.

“You would believe this if you saw those creatures. I killed one of those things and it literally turned into some red hot mud shit.” Natasha said, narrowing her eyes.

“So you trained her?” Pepper asked.

“Yes, I did, but this was before I knew about all of this. Hell, I knew about this just yesterday. What’s worse, if she does manage to kill these things and go back to Zeus, completing her prophecy, she becomes a god.”

“Then why was she trying to find me? You said she was trying to find me.”

Natasha nodded, “She was… But, she’s not the 13-year old girl I trained back then. She’s an 18-year old fighter with a bad ambition. She’s changed. All she cares about now is killing those things and getting the fuck out of here. In a strange way, I feel terrible for her. But, this is who she’s become.”

“Nat,” Natasha looked at Pepper. “Tell me where she lives.”

“I just told you—”

“Nat, she’s an 18-year old child with no one to tell her that things are okay. I can’t imagine how lonely she must be feeling! She lost her mother, came here looking for her father, and got thrown into something that she thinks she has no choice but to complete. Is no one else seeing this?” Pepper snapped, frowning. “So, tell me where she lives or I swear to God I will go looking for her myself.”

❅

There was a reason why Artemis whispered only Pepper’s names to the trees and the birds. Artemis and Pepper were not friends, merely acquaintances, but something was communicated that day, which made all the difference. Pepper’s nurturing personality didn’t come out of nowhere, she was always nurturing and kind; however, if it weren’t for something Artemis had said, she would have given up with Tony long ago.

You are kind and that has made you so strong. You accept everything and everyone as your own.

Pepper didn’t understand why her words made so much sense to her until after being told of (y/n)’s predicament. Hearing Natasha say those things triggered something in the blonde woman, something she thought she had forgotten. Standing in front of the girl’s house that Sunday afternoon, Pepper knew what her mother had meant, and there was no doubt in her mind that Aria was indeed a Goddess. Because, if she weren’t a Goddess, there was no way she’d have known this.

When the door opened, (y/n)’s eyes widened instantly, and Pepper smiled warmly at her. It was a smile (y/n) had not been smiled at for years, a smile a mother would give to a child after seeing them past a long, hard day.

“Can I come inside?” Pepper asked, still smiling.

There was no response from the girl, who merely looked at the woman with cautious eyes. For some reason, (y/n) knew Pepper knew who she was. (y/n) gulped, and prayed she went away without further question. But, she also knew that would not happen.

“It’s alright, I can stand here and talk too.” Pepper folded her arms and grinned wider, but (y/n) shuffled.

She rushed and let the woman inside and closed the door behind her. Pepper stood at her spot and looked around, feeling everything and taking everything at heart. This was the daughter of the man she loved, a daughter he knew nothing about, a daughter who was devoid of acceptance. Pepper turned to the girl, who had tears in her eyes now, and thought of her mother’s words.

“I know who you are.”

Again, there was no response from the girl.

“Why don’t you want to come home?”

“Home?” (y/n) snapped, frowning. “What home? I’m sorry, but I really don’t know who you are or Mr. Stark for that matter. My mother uttered your name several times as if you were best friends but turns out you’re not, so—”

“Your mother told me something that made sense to me today.” Pepper said, with a knowing look on her face. (y/n) simply remained quiet.

“She said that I am kind and that was what made me strong. And that I accept everything and everyone as if they were my own. I think I finally understand what she meant.”

Artemis never admired Pepper for anything other than the fact that she knew that one day, Pepper would accept her daughter when no one else could. Not as a demigod, but as a daughter. It was Pepper’s love and kindness and turned Tony Stark into a man with morals, invariably turning him into a man who saved the universe.

It was all Pepper.

And Artemis knew this, as she had known several other things, as mysteriously as God worked sometimes. Walking to the girl, Pepper held her in her hands and hugged her, which caused (y/n) to feel a rush she hadn’t felt in years.

By hugging her, Pepper had accepted her. And this was Pepper’s purpose in the girl’s vision. And maybe, this was why Artemis wanted (y/n) to meet Pepper first. As Artemis was the mother of a demigod, Pepper was the mother of a human being.

(y/n) hugged her back and cried, almost as if her mother was back, holding her. Pepper’s aura was welcoming, and her mind wasn’t blank. It didn’t matter to her that (y/n) was a product of her husband’s frivolous nature, all that mattered was this girl had been alone for so long, devoid of love and acceptance, and that it was imperative that she held her and let her know that things were alright.

❅

That evening, (y/n) waited for Peter. She saw him against the roof of another taller building and waved first, before he landed in front of her and took off his mask. For some reason, as if it was almost natural, he hugged her—and this was without thinking. (y/n)’s eyes went wide and she took a second to hug him back, but Peter felt this. He pulled away immediately and cleared his throat before apologizing softly.

(y/n) chuckled before shaking her head. Peter smiled awkwardly at her, and the two stood there, not exchanging words but exchanging awkwardness and uncomfortable silence.

“I met Pepper,” (y/n) said, brightly, gesturing her hands as if saying viola. “Uh, so she came home. She knows now. I don’t know how, but she does.”

Peter nodded, “It’s so weird that you’re Mr. Stark’s daughter.”

(y/n) scrunched her eyebrows, “Why is it weird?”

Peter turned to her with wide eyes, “It’s Mr. Stark!”

(y/n) chuckled, “Okay. Fanboy.”

The two of them plopped on the edge of the roof and sat beside one another.

“You should live with them, (y/n)...” Peter let out, looking ahead.

“No,” (y/n) shook her head, feeling a tad bit annoyed. “I have to do this. My mother wanted me to do this.” (y/n) said, narrowing her eyes.

“Maybe… Your mother didn’t?”

(y/n) didn’t meet Peter’s gaze.

“Maybe your mother wanted you to find Pepper—”

“She never told me about Pepper herself. I overheard her each time.”

Peter gulped and remained quiet. Letting out a sigh, (y/n) turned to him and looked at his face. He looked distressed, and she felt terrible for making him feel this way.

“So, five years ago,” (y/n) nodded at Peter. “What was that wound? Was that your grandfather?”

(y/n) shook her head, “One of his henchmen. The strongest one. The Boar. He threw a javelin at me.” Peter winced and released a breath, hearing (y/n) chuckle.

A second later, she took his hand in hers, invariably freezing Peter Parker. His eyes widened and his heart skyrocketed, and he watched her as she played with his fingers. As if an afterthought, Peter thought about how temporary this was, of how she would leave after this was complete. His eyes softened and he spoke without thinking.

“You can stay here,” With me, he thought but couldn’t say.

“All my life, I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere. Demigods were looked down upon in Olympus, and as a demigod, I don’t think I can ever live a human life either.”

Strangely, Peter understood her predicament. Ever since becoming Spiderman and losing Uncle Ben, Peter found himself in a situation that couldn’t particularly be understood by those around him. It left him in a spot where he felt lonely at times, as if the world was against him, and of how he didn’t really belong in a regular human life anymore. But, coming from a personal side in his heart, he didn’t want her to leave. He looked at her, as she stared at their connected hands, and Peter tightened his grip. This action caused her to turn and look at him curiously.

Peter smiled a smile that broke her heart, “I’ll support you no matter what.”

(y/n) smiled back and held his hand in hers, and looked down, trying hard to hide the red in her cheeks. They stayed like that for a bit before her thoughts wandered. She was now thinking of the strange woman that she had killed the other day—someone she was sure was a henchman but there were only three as far as she was concerned.

“What’s up?” Peter asked, blinking at her confused expression.

“There were supposed to be only three henchmen, actually. I don’t understand where she came from or even what she is.”

“Maybe we can draw parallels from previous henchmen?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, usually when I am on patrol, I try to find patterns to criminal activity. So, if you can link the henchmen to something that can give you a pattern, then maybe it’ll make sense.”

(y/n) nodded before thinking out loud, “Whenever I stabbed them or they get hit with an arrow, they turn into red hot mud.”

Peter nodded and said, “Right, but this woman didn’t. Right?”

“Yeah, she didn’t. I was confused about it, but the Wolf I fought in the forest didn’t turn to mud either.”

“What about the others?”

“They turned to mud.”

“No, no. I meant, did they reveal any characteristics or differences from each other?”

(y/n) nodded, with her eyes wide, “Yeah! I mean, the first one was the Pigeon, and he was this small kid looking thing that attacked me on a roof? And-and the next one was the Sloth, and he was slow. Like, really slow. After that was the Hyena, and he laughed like one.”

“So, this one is like the wolf in what way?” Peter asked, not realizing that it was the right question.

(y/n)’s wide eyed expression didn’t go past Peter. Turning to him, she pressed a hand to her mouth and gaped. Peter cocked an eyebrow and waited.

“Wolves always attack in packs!”

Instantly, she hugged Peter, almost tackling him, earning a chuckle from the boy. He hugged her back, but ignored the thumping of his heart, and his saddened expression. He was helping her move away from him, permanently in more ways than one. She was going to become a God! Peter pulled back and looked at her in the eye, noticing the growing blush on her face.

“I’ll help you.”

Her first reaction was to say no, but there was something about the way Peter was looking at her that made saying no too difficult. She knew where to go, and sticking with Peter, she was certain that tonight she would get the job done.

After Peter returned from finishing his patrol, it was close to 2 a.m. (y/n) was wide awake, sharpening her arrows, humming a song her mother would hum to her. As Peter entered her room through the window, he narrowed his eyes a bit, recognizing the song.

“Time After Time?” Peter suggested, causing her to look up with a funny expression.

“The song you were humming,” Peter continued, (y/n) looked clueless. “I’ll make you listen to it when we come back.”

The girl smiled and nodded. She strapped the arrows to her back, and stood up, ready to go. The two of them swung to the forest near the park, with Peter holding her carefully. She remembered the last time he had swung with her in his arms and remembered how terrified she was. Thinking back, she realized now she found it a bit fun. As soon as they reached, (y/n) noticed the moon, knowing wolves loved to come out in the dark.

Looking ahead, she saw two men, both with sparking green and yellow eyes. Without even thinking twice, (y/n) readied her bow and arrow and shot one, turning him into absolutely nothing. The speed with which she shot the arrow startled Peter, causing him to gasp in surprise.

“Sorry.” She said, not really meaning it.

She’s so good, he thought before looking at the moon. Then again, her mother is literally the moon so… He gulped before readying himself. A second later, the other man ran inside the forest, with Peter following closely with his webs.

“I’ll try and catch him with my webs, then you can finish him off.”

(y/n) nodded, right before following after him. She knew that the last time, he had used wolves against her, but now she was clear minded. She knew exactly what to do—and to her benefit, the moon shone brightly above her. She felt at her strongest. Once inside, Peter dropped down, having lost sight of the man. A moment later, she heard a howl and a wolf appeared out of nowhere, fully intending on attacking Peter. (y/n) rushed towards it, pushing Peter aside, and laid her hand out in front of it.

The wolf snarled at her, but she merely looked at it in the eye, her hand still outstretched. Forming a connection with the wolf, (y/n) tamed the animal before howling once in the air. In response, the wolf in front of her howled back, as did the other wolves, who were in hiding.

Peter thought it was a strange orchestra of animals listening to her command; no, she wasn’t commanding them, she was talking to them, communicating in a way that humans never could. He looked at how calm she was, how beautiful she looked under the moonlight, how composed she behaved; he was certain now more than ever that she had a bit of the divine in her, having seen Thor in person, he knew Gods looked somewhat different. They had a feeling of auspiciousness around them, and she carried hers with grace. Peter felt his heart warm at the sight, and couldn’t look away.

“Find him for me, guys.” She whispered a second later, and there was silence.

A second later, she closed her eyes and grinned. Found him, she thought before running ahead, almost being able to see her target in her mind. A few steps ahead, she saw the henchman, her back facing her, and she paused. She would not make the same mistake she made with the Sloth, she would not be overconfident. Wolves always sensed confidence and fear, making them formidable opponents.

However, they were weak against strong hearted predators. Wolves believed in the Alpha prime, and (y/n) right then, manifested her own.

Jumping in the air, with her dagger firmly held in her right hand, she grabbed the henchman and stabbed her dagger into his neck, his body corroded and turned into the red hot mud that it was supposed to turn. Lightning struck in the sky and clouds formed over her, she knew it was Zeus’ but he appeared through clouds and not himself. Peter was a few feet behind her, feeling a bit useless, but happy he was there to help.

“You will regret this, demigod,” A voice came from above the skies, shocking Peter and stunning him into a moment of panic. “Stark will not know what is coming for him.”

Suddenly, both their eyes widened in fear. How did he know? She thought in her head multiple times, confused and afraid. Turning to Peter with the same expression, she felt him come to her and hold her; her body was shaking now, she wasn’t ready for this kind of turn of events.

“Was that—”

“Zeus.” She rasped, her eyes automatically filling with tears.

❅

Back in school, Peter noticed how jittery she was. In fact, almost everyone did. Even the teachers, but they didn’t comment. She couldn’t relax knowing Zeus knew who her real father was, and would probably attack him or harm him in some way. Tony had saved the whole world, Zeus with it, but the King of the Gods wouldn’t care about any of that.

Her uncle came down to teach and noticed her being the way she was. He knew there was nothing he could say that would calm her down, he knew of what had happened, Peter had filled him in after homeroom; (y/n) was not speaking to him, strangely. She was going down a road he didn’t want her to go, a road where Artemis didn’t want her to set foot on. It broke his heart, but he knew his father. His father was as relentless as her, and whether she liked it or not, she may have gotten that from him.

After school, he walked over to her as she was heading home by herself. Once they were on the roof of her house, he placed a hand on her shoulder and paused, having her turn to him with a tired glance.

“Uncle—”

“I can defeat the Boar for you. You should give up on this, (y/n). Forget the prophecy. Live a life with your family—”

“Are you joking right now?” (y/n) snapped, shutting Apollo’s words.

“(y/n)—”

“Zeus threatened to do something to Tony Stark because he got to know somehow that Stark is my father! And you’re asking me to just forget? You know, I should have known you wouldn’t want to help me with this—”

“I can’t bear to see you—”

“Tell me this, uncle, how did Zeus know about Tony?”

Apollo’s face hardened. He knew what she would say if he told him it was his fault. Yet, a god could not lie.

“He overheard me.”

(y/n) scoffed before snapping, “Right. Why am I not surprised? You are Zeus’ son, after all. You could never betray your father.”

Apollo’s eyes widened, (y/n) brushed off his hand from her shoulder.

“You’ve never loved me, uncle. Let’s talk facts here. You’ve always hated me, ever since I was born. You said it yourself, that my mother’s life would have been better if she never had me. You’re pretending to help me because you feel bad your sister died. That my mother died. You feel bad and you think you can make it up to her by pretending to help me—”

“You know that’s not true—”

“I don’t know anything anymore!” (y/n) screamed, tears falling out of her eyes.

Apollo didn’t know what to say. His heart was breaking and he was devoid of words.

“Because I’m your sister’s daughter and you didn’t want anything to do with me, you feel like being nice to me is now doing a favor to my dead mother!” (y/n)’s words were sharp.

A tear streaked down Apollo’s eyes as he snapped his fingers and vanished. He could not be around her when she was being that venomous, her wrath resembled his own sister’s, but he was the more sensitive of the two. Watching her uncle leave right then caused her to scream more, knowing somehow that he wouldn’t return. She didn’t know why she said those things, and knew it was all a mistake, but her mind couldn’t comprehend it. Every turn she took was a dead-end, everything she did came crashing back.

She sat on the ground a moment later and placed her head between her legs. She breathed, crying often, but mostly breathed, trying to think of what she could do; if anything could help her, if anyone could.

Suddenly, the winds picked up. (y/n) could hear a heavy breeze, and she knew that this sort of breeze would bring rain in. She believed her uncle was feeling low and that was why it was raining, but she didn’t care at that second. Suddenly, the winds got stronger, and hotter, causing her to lift her head up from her legs and stare ahead of her.

She looked up and saw clear skies, but where was the wind coming from? Immediately, without warning, she turned around and saw someone she thought she wouldn’t ever have to see again. In front of her was red armor, but the right hand was not attacked, revealing a bandaged arm from shoulder to wrist. The suit of armor got lower and lower, until it was merely inches from the ground, while she sat on her butt, her arms balancing her behind her, staring at it with wide eyes.

Suddenly, the armor opened, and out came Tony Stark, looking at her right in the eye.

He dropped on the ground, shook his head a bit and said, “I’m not even supposed to be in this thing, and if Pep finds out, she’s definitely going to destroy it.”

He looked at the girl’s confused and shocked expression and confirmed it, Yep, she’s the one. She’s the girl I saw.

“Hey, kid.” He said, and stood in front of her.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years

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Into the Dark (9/?)

A/N: Thor is comforted knowing you never found him especially attractive anyway. Also T’challa is a cutie pie and I love him.

In the morning Loki and Brunhilde wound their way up the hill to your cottage. They weren’t sure if they were going to have to help you hide a body or not. Loki had come to check on you and had peered through a window to see Thor looking deep in thought on one end of the sofa and you on the other looking like you were on the verge of a complete mental break. But he couldn’t make himself walk into the house. You didn’t like having an audience when you’re breaking apart. The fewer people in that house the better. He just hopes Thor knows what he’s doing, given that he caused most of the pain that caused the breaking.

They quietly planned how to deal with this on the path, “What if they fucked?” Brunhilde asked, “Like what if he managed to fix it.” Loki looked towards the house and shook his head, “I don’t think Thor is going to be able to fix it just by fucking her brains out.”

He quickly and quietly explained everything that had happened before. He left out some details. The child you had lost and your journals, things that felt too private to share. But he told her all the rest. The pain you’d borne because of your husband’s foolish pride. The Valkyrie listened quietly. She hadn’t known all of that. She figured your marital problems were more a clash of personality and a symptom of an arranged marriage. You’d never told her anything otherwise. The other woman suddenly felt like the world’s biggest bitch for thinking you were insecure when you were awkward around her at first. Brunhilde had no interest in Thor that way but, it wouldn’t have been the first time Thor had brought home a lover and just trailed them in front of you. “Fucking hell,” she breathed, “How has she not just killed him?” Loki chuckled darkly, “For the love she had for our mother because this is her duty, because; as she told me once years ago, she’s still holding out for a fairy tale. And this is her only chance.”

“Don’t tell her I told you all this,” Loki said quietly, “I think, if any of new Asgard bothered to think about it now, Thor would have an open rebellion on his hands and with the Wakandans coming to discuss trade, we can’t afford that. Not after her majesty has worked so hard.”

Brunhilde nodded, “Of course not,” she said, “If she wanted me to know she’d have told me.” She looked towards your cozy little house, thinking of all the times she’s come to check on you, all the times you literally flinched away from Thor touching you, all the vile things she’s heard Thor say to you in the depths of his grief, and she feels angry. You are his queen. He should have cast all the others aside and protected you. Loki gave her hand a squeeze. He knew that pain. He had watched it all happen in real time.

He had been the one person you could even try to put feelings into words with and even then, you were forbidden by hospitality from saying too much.

So, when Thor walked out of your house, intact but sleepy and looking content, neither Brunhilde or Loki no what to say. Thor had spent the night giving you tea and holding you to him. From the shocked looks on his friend’s faces, he assumed they had expected to be hiding a body this morning. “Good morning,” he said yawning, stretching. His shirt riding up to show a sliver of his belly.

“Good morning,” Loki said cautiously, “How is her majesty? Any better this morning.” Thor paused, tugging his shirt back down and sighed, “Functional, I think,” he said, “But I’m hardly an authority on knowing how to read her.” The Valkyrie snorted and looked away. She wanted to punch him. Thor had the grace to look ashamed of himself, “I-” he started but the other woman pushed past him and let herself into the house. Whatever he wanted to say, she was in no mood to hear it.

Thor cocked his head at Loki, trying to decide if this was something he should be mad about. “She wanted to know if we were about to walk in on you having sex,” Loki said holding his hands up, “She needed to know so she didn’t try and joke about it with Y/N.” Thor felt his cheeks color. There was some comfort in the fact that you hadn’t really wanted to have sex with him before either. At least, despite how much his body had changed, that was still the same. He nodded, half listening to you talking with Brunhilde. Your voice was calm but the Valkyrie was careful, mindful of your still tender heart. He turned back slightly and she’d pulled you into a hug and appeared to be trying to squeeze the life out of you but then she murmured something and you laughed as she wiped a tear away with her thumb. The King felt a pang of longing. He wished he could coax a laugh out of you that easily. But whenever he was near, your laugh was seldom heard. You knew how much he hated it and tended to try not to just for the sake of whatever fragile peace you may have been able to reach.

Loki grips his shoulder bracingly for a moment and lets himself in as well, helping himself to coffee and a pastry from the basket on your table. They were so at ease in your house, Thor thought, as he went back to his tower. But then, your house was made for comfort. You’d made it to be that way. Thor had scoffed at the time when you moved out of the tower he had claimed as his own, driven out by his behavior. But now, seeing the ease with which Asgardians came to your door, for food, for a chat, for advice... It made sense. Removed enough to give you peace and near enough that you can be seen.

This mornings breakfast and chat, Loki and Brunhilde are in fine fettle. They have you laughing and groaning at their antics by turns. It’s like they’re reassuring themselves as much as you. In private, Loki will kiss your head or squeeze your hands. And he does both several times. Brunhilde is less cautious of her affections. She’d pull you off your feet into a hug in a heartbeat. But then, if you were shagging the Valkyrie on the side it wouldn’t mess up the succession to the throne.

By the time you’re dressed and out and about, any evidence of yesterday erased after a hot shower and a decent meal, New Asgard is awake and humming with activity. There is a visiting King coming today and they must be welcomed properly. You take the reins and supervise with expert precision. Everything in place easily for the feast when they arrive this evening. T’challa is an ally and a friend of your husband’s. Trade can be discussed after food and rest. He’s traveling far. Thor does whatever you ask, whatever heavy lifting you need him to do. He wants to ask how you’re feeling but as you sip coffee and execute a series of frankly fascinating movements with your feet to return a stray ball to a gang of very rowdy and now very impressed boys, he just wants to kiss you. Or find the nearest soft bed to lay you on and part your thighs.

This is your element. You are a queen even if you never wanted to be.

When the Wakandans do arrive in the late afternoon, you’re at Thor’s side properly. He takes your hand and squeezes and you allow it. Your hand is so small compared to his. T’challa and his guard are greeted warmly and he greets you with a smile that makes your heart flip a little. You keep your social smile in place but Loki doesn’t miss the flash of something else, however small.

He jolts internally. You had had to plan this yourself. You had had to talk to T’challa. A lot. Even if it was just social and polite, he’d been kind. Solicitous. Even a little sweet. Such a contrast to how you were usually spoken to when Thor had first met you. He could kick himself. You might be a queen but you were still a woman and you’d spent a long time mistreated. The trickster sighed, this was going to be a fiasco if you couldn’t hold yourself together.

Thor is mostly oblivious. Mostly. He doesn’t miss the flush on your cheeks when T’challa sweeps you onto the dancefloor. And he doesn’t miss that most of the trade talks are mostly between the two of you.

It isn’t until the third day that he starts to feel uneasy. You’re in the meeting house, cutting up vegetables for the after-school program and assembling other snacks to distribute. Your other helpers having gone to get the gardens in good repair for planting. Thor watches from the door. You’re so easy around him. He says things that make you laugh and when his hand brushes yours, you blush. It’s the softest shade of pink spilling across your cheeks. It makes Thor feel like falling through the floor. He’s never made your cheeks color. Not like that.

Not with his cold clinical touches and rough words. The Wakandan King keeps a respectful distance of you and you make it a point to also keep things professional but Thor can’t fight the feeling that the last little piece of your heart, so cautiously guarded, might already be lost to him.

T’challa excuses himself to go confer with his advisors, clasping Thor’s hand on the way out, “I can only hope that one day, I will find a queen as wise and beautiful as yours,” he says glancing back to where you’re working, “This trade deal is a work of genius and I think it will benefit us both greatly.” Thor nodded, “She is very clever, I thank the gods for my parent’s wisdom in choosing her for me.” T’challa smiled and walked out of the hall, leaving the two of you alone.

The blush still hasn’t faded from your cheeks and Thor feels a pang as he walks towards the table. “Y/N,” he says gently. He can’t even be angry at you for it really. You aren’t being inappropriate. In fact, you’re behaving with dignity and grace. There are no whispered words that aren’t quiet jokes. There are no secret meetings. All your business is conducted in the open. The way Thor should have behaved.

“Yes, husband?” you reply putting cut carrots in a snack box but not looking up. Thor gently takes the knife from your hands and tips your face up, cradling it in his massive hands. “Thank you,” he says, brushing a careful kiss against your lips. You arch an eyebrow and Thor smiles, “for always treating me with more respect than I deserve.” he murmurs. Your face heats in embarrassment and you look away.

“I’m not angry,” he says, “I don’t have a right to be.” He picks up another knife and clumsily starts cutting vegetables up. “I do remember what you told me a few years ago,” he said, “When I was railing at you that you just didn’t want to have sex with me because I’d gotten fat.”

You shrug, “It’s true,” you said, “I’ve never been particularly attracted to you.” Thor snorts, “Has there never been anyone before now?” You sigh. It’s an honest question. “A few people,” you say softly, “They felt so safe and I just wanted to go home so badly...” Your hands still for a moment as a tremor of longing makes the shiver. “I never acted on it,” you said, “But goddess above did I fucking want to.” Thor doesn’t look at you. He knows you aren’t trying to hurt him but it still stings.

He’d never considered you as a being with a sex drive before. There was so much about you he never really considered that seeing you want someone that much made him hate that it wasn’t him. He cursed himself for the millionth time.

You had passions. You had needs. And it was his fault for being so wrapped up in other women that you were still practically a virgin. You knew how the parts fit together but Thor would swear to it that even with a man you felt attraction for you’d not know what to do. He sets the knife down and walks around the table, pulling you to him slowly. You don’t resist as much as he thought you might, letting your cheek rest against his chest and slowly wrapping your arms around him. “When this is over,” Thor said quietly, “You and I are going to take a vacation. Just you and I.” He brushes his lips against your hair.

“Let me have a chance to treat you like I should have treated you?” he asks. After a long moment, you pull away from him as Children start to pour through the doors for snacks and help with homework. “As your majesty wills it, I suppose,” you say guardedly. But in the back of your mind no matter how hard you try to will it away, the others you've been attracted to are there. Lurking. Reminding you that you gave up happiness for duty.

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demigodofhoolemere · 4 years

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Long bitterness below because I saw something that drove me crazy and I wasn’t gonna be able to rest until I articulated my frustrated thoughts

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@ the person who wrote this I just wanna talk

https://screenrant.com/mcu-avengers-most-shameless-things-loki-ever-done/

Most of these are just outright wrong and it only takes the slightest glance at canon events to prove them as such, and the ones that have any amount of accuracy to them are devoid of critical context.

I don’t remember seeing much of this stuff before Ragnarok but it’s everywhere now and it’s kind of telling of the narrative bias that movie planted in everyone’s heads that people are now looking back with a lens that’s colored to be against him from the outset without bothering to take into consideration context, critical thinking skills, or empathy. The narrative tells us that he’s just bad so let’s not look any further than that I guess.

Wasn’t gonna debate each of them but the more I think about it the more it’s gonna bug me until I do, so here comes the bitter canon police...

Number 10

1) Right from the off: “Loki and Thor have always had a love/hate relationship — though it gravitates more toward the ‘hate’ part.” Um... always? Because last I checked, despite their differences, they grew up as best friends. Their problems that we see onscreen span from 2011-2017, a measly 6 years compared to over a thousand years of life together. This is a blip on the radar, one that certainly doesn’t constitute leaning towards mainly hate for each other. Heck, even during this time period, they’re clearly shown to love each other. Loki definitely gets angry, but I wouldn’t say he outright “loathes” Thor, at least not in a way that diminishes the love he also has for him.

2) “As such, Loki has betrayed Thor and his adoptive family many times.” This is so wrong I barely have the energy to explain why. People love to give examples of all of Loki’s supposed betrayals and they pretty much all fall down under scrutiny. The only ones I can understand listing are lying to Thor about Odin being dead, along with his attempts to kill Thor at the climax of the first movie (this stuff was when he was waaay out of his right mind, btw — not that he’s not responsible for his actions, but context is still important when taking into account anything he does), and various things in Ragnarok that were out of character for him to do in the first place. Anything else, even if it’s bad, cannot be counted specifically as betrayals against his adoptive family, since things like coming to Earth weren’t about them. If only a couple of instances are able to qualify as betrayals, then no, he has not done this “many” times, no matter how much people like to push that idea.

3) “Of course, Thor often got the brunt of it.” I’ll let that one stand because Thor got a fair number of screams aimed at him, but honestly, I’d say the person most negatively affected by Loki’s actions tends to be Loki. Thor really didn’t get more than he could handle. And as much as I love him, he’s not innocent of dishing his own stuff onto Loki as well. Wording it this way makes it sound like he’s Loki’s abuse victim (when more than anything, they are both the victims of Odin’s awful parenting rather than each other).

4) “So, it’s basically a normal sibling relationship that they portrayed. Oh, and Loki is never apologetic about his violence against Thor — siblings through and through.” First of all when I see stuff like this I have deep concerns for other people’s relationships with their siblings and am reminded of how grateful I am for my sister, but secondly, I don’t get the impression that Asgardians do much apologizing overall. You don’t see Thor apologizing for violence against Loki either. Terrible habit, but it seems to be the culture they were raised in. Besides, I feel like dying for Thor multiple times is decent substitution. (And while it’s not totally clear what he was specifically referring to, it’s worth noting Loki did profusely tell Thor he was sorry on Svartalfheim.)

Number 9

1) Oh my word, I am tired of seeing this. That scene was filmed as a real death, and everyone from Tom Hiddleston to Kevin Feige continued to refer to it as such after the reshoots. I wouldn’t know where to find it right now but I know there’s a quote from Kevin about it being real and that it was only just non-fatal enough for him to survive it. The only place anyone ever says he faked it? In Ragnarok, which is already filled to the brim with retcons, and it’s said by Thor (or whoever that is in Ragnarok who took Thor’s face) who has no knowledge of what really happened, he just makes assumptions and accusations that Loki isn’t given the chance to refute. It. Was. Not. Fake.

2) “He was rather casual about it and didn’t care much about how the rest of his family would take the news.” Source? We don’t exactly get the time to see his feelings on the matter. Also, Thor is the only one who would have cared anyway. Frigga was killed and Odin wanted him dead.

Number 8

1) “One of the reasons why Loki faked his own death was to seize a great opportunity [...]” He must not be good at carrying out his own plans then, since he immediately genuinely tried to offer the throne to Thor. Thor turned it down. Was there still satisfaction from getting the chance to prove that he can be a king? Yeah, because he’s still never felt like he’s been able to prove himself as equal. The chance to prove people wrong about him, and especially the chance to prove his own worth to himself, is exciting, hence that grin at the end. He’s certainly not upset at that opportunity. But that only happened because Thor didn’t take him up on the offer.

2) “The worst part was that he cast a spell on Odin and exiled him in a retirement home on Earth.” The... the worst part? That he removed the man who would have killed Thor upon return and was willing to have all of Asgard and everyone in it destroyed? And still had the mercy to send him somewhere that he’d be safe and taken care of every single day? Uh... okay.

3) “For a time, Loki ruled the Asgardians in their process of recovery from the Dark Elves’ attack.” Yeah, exactly. Thanks for aiding my point. Even Ragnarok of all things, despite the issues I have with the way Loki was portrayed as king, still manages to prove this point by showing things on Asgard being peaceful and repaired.

Number 7

1) Mostly correct this time, but missing the context of why Loki is angry enough at Odin to want the Dark Elves to go after him. Without considering all of the lies and heartache Odin caused that sent Loki’s mind spiraling in the first place, let alone the fact that he left him to spend the next 4,000 years of his life in solitary (which is outright torture, and Loki knew it would be because he seemed to have no problem with the thought of being executed instead), it makes it sound like it was a purely petty betrayal rather than based in any reason. Loki does everything for a reason.

2) “One would think that Loki would’ve learned a lot from this but he kept on being his usual self after a short bout of guilt and anger in his cell.” First of all I think you greatly underestimate how long that’s gonna stick with Loki. Secondly, if by ‘kept on being his usual self’ you mean the immediately following scenes wherein he helps Thor go get revenge on the monsters that killed Frigga and ultimately dies to avenge her and save his brother’s life, then you forgot the actual events of canon again and also inadvertently complimented him by saying that’s normal for him.

EDIT: You know how you can watch something a thousand times and somehow it takes that thousandth time to catch something? Yeah. Anyway, Loki directed Kurse to Asgard’s power plant so he could turn the shield off. THAT is what he was directing him towards, it was to let the Elves in to get to Odin. He didn’t even unknowingly lead Kurse to Frigga, Kurse just went where Malekith was, and Malekith found Frigga because she was guarding the Stone. Kurse would have killed her anyway, Loki’s actions had no bearing on that. Hold him responsible for getting the shield shut down and letting more Elves in (while still referring to point 1 for why), but Frigga’s death never had anything to do with him because Kurse got out anyway. Loki just doesn’t know that. But a character blaming themselves doesn’t mean they’re right.

Number 6

1) Another thing I wish would stop cropping up in all discussions of Loki. Stealing the Tesseract isn’t his ~thing~. I’m annoyed with this one just on principle lol.

2) “Throughout all the MCU movies, Loki has stolen the Tesseract at least thrice, each in three different movies. He just doesn’t know when to give up.” None of those times were just for the lolz like people say. In Avengers he had to get it for Thanos to save his life. In Ragnarok, what the heck was he supposed to do, leave an Infinity Stone floating around in space for anyone to get? It’s not like it would have been destroyed with Asgard. Better to take it and keep it safe. And in Endgame, while I felt that was starting to lean too much into ‘haha I love taking the Tesseract’ territory, it was to get away from the imprisonment and possible death that would have been waiting for him in either SHIELD or Asgardian custody. Loki does everything for a reason.

Number 5

1) “[...] he immediately embraced his evil tendencies.” ROFL I’m sorry but the idea of THIS kid having had prior evil tendencies is actually hilarious.

2) “[...] killing countless innocents on Earth [...]” In canon, there were 74 fatalities in the Battle of New York, which were caused by the Chitauri that Thanos sent rather than directly by Loki. Loki’s personal kill count on Earth can be listed on one hand — literally, it’s something like 5 confirmed onscreen deaths by his hand, with several other unconfirmed ones because we just see him attack but not how badly people got hit. The 80 people that Natasha mentions were the SHIELD agents that went down with the base in the beginning, which wasn’t Loki’s doing, outside of the few guards he killed when he got there. That was pretty easy to count.

3) “[...] and probably other planets as well.” Supposition. Not even the slightest bit of hinting of that in canon. Next.

4) Loki himself was being tortured and under extreme emotional duress and mental manipulation during this movie. Not that he’s automatically 100% absolved of responsibilities, because he did make choices of his own, but again - CONTEXT. This was a fight for his life. He was not well, physically, mentally, or emotionally. There is almost nothing he did in this movie that he would do under normal circumstances in his right mind.

5) “In addition to that, he also put his homeworld of Asgard in constant danger. Odin’s words about Loki being followed by death and destruction wherever he goes definitely rang true.” If you’re referring to the first movie when he lets the Jotuns in, both instances of that were planned in such a way that no Asgardians were supposed to be in danger; he couldn’t have known the guards to the vault wouldn’t be able to take them (and that first plan was intended to protect Asgard from a young and arrogant Thor’s reign; another of few instances that can count as betrayal, but done with reason), and the second time he brought them in was specifically to kill them because, with the combination of his unstable mind and the kind of things Odin praises, he thought it would finally gain him approval from his father (and he was raised with no regard for Jotun lives therefore he didn’t even grasp that it was wrong). That’s the only time Asgard was even slightly jeopardized by Loki. In every single other instance, he is pretty darn devoted to protecting Asgard. Time and again. Odin’s words are a load of crap. Loki has only been surrounded by things like that in the last couple of years, when out of his right mind or coerced or both. This is not something that has always been, and it’s certainly hypocritical for Odin of all people to be making accusations like that when he and his favorite son have done worse things. Heck, Thor’s body count on Jotunheim in the very beginning is on its own a larger number than Loki’s body count in the entire MCU, all for being called a princess. Many of the heroes in the franchise have worse — even significantly worse — body counts than Loki.

Number 4

1) Tortured and controlled by Thanos. Next.

2) “[...] the culmination of all of Loki’s plans ever since he left Asgard to become a villain.” For one thing I love how this makes it sound like he made the conscious decision to run away and be a villain lol, but I just... you remember how he left Asgard, right? When he made a suicide attempt by falling into the void that he could not possibly think he would survive through? He didn’t exactly have future plans in mind. He was trying to die.

3) Now you’re only assuming people died? I thought it was countless?

Number 3

1) This wasn’t a takeover of Asgard. Frigga, who knew that he’s a Frost Giant, appointed him as regent for the time being. What he did with the power is what’s questionable, but the way he got it was completely legit. There was no scheming — he didn’t even want it at first. The thought of proving himself got to his head but he didn’t take the throne purposely nor was it illegally, or done in deception or under false pretenses.

2) While the things he did were wrong, it was not technically a betrayal of Odin or Asgard. He did what he did precisely because it was the sort of thing his father and his people would usually see as heroic. If you wanna call it a betrayal of Asgard for taking the risk of having Jotuns there, I guess, but not of Odin, and it was not done maliciously towards them. The ones who actually suffered for this were the Jotuns.

3) “[...] quickly transformed into one of Asgard’s most dangerous enemies.” He transformed into Odin’s enemy. If he were an enemy of Asgard he wouldn’t have spent his years on the throne protecting it.

Number 2

1) This one is mostly fair and I consider this to be the worst thing Loki’s done. However, this is hardly about shamelessness. This (and seemingly all of the article) is written in the assumption that his actions were done in his right mind. Again: he was in the middle of a mental breakdown. That doesn’t exonerate him but it’s sure as heck important context.

Number 1

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1) “[...] betraying the whole universe just because you can is pure evil.” Yeah, it would be. Good thing for Loki then that that’s not what he did.

2) “Loki consciously served Thanos with the initial goal of becoming ‘king’ of the Earth.” Loki was consciously fighting to stay alive because disobedience and failure would mean unimaginable horrors.

Working with Thanos is NOT something he would do just because. As far as wanting to be king of Earth goes, Thanos canonically messed with Loki’s head. He made him think that was what he wanted, just like he dug into his mind to make him angrier at Thor. Thor himself, who has known Loki their entire lives, noted that his behavior and goals were uncharacteristic of him.

3) “It seems like Loki got his just desserts on that front.” Gotta say, I’m genuinely a little horrified when I see people say that Loki deserved that death. No one deserves to have their windpipe crushed and neck snapped brutally by their abuser. That was the most gratuitously graphic character death I’ve ever seen. Even if you think he wasn’t tortured by him before and willingly joined forces with him, he still wouldn’t deserve that fate. It’s too morbid for anybody. ‘Just desserts’ is supposed to be about justice. There’s no carrying out of justice here. It’s just senseless and cruel, and done to a man who had gotten out of the dark place in his life to start anew.

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That was longer than I ever intended to let myself get worked up over a dumb ScreenRant post but I feel better with that out of my system.

Here’s to fact-checking before making accusations that have no basis 🥂

#as usual i’m trying to stay in my lane keeping my negativity under the cut but just beware that if you click you will see bitterness #marvel #loki #marvel critical #ragnarok critical #tbh mostly article writers critical #i long for the day when people stop writing about things that they don’t know well enough while acting like they’re obviously right

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plus-size-reader · 6 years

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First and Only Love

Loki Laufeyson x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1864 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is a childhood friend of Thor and Loki's, she has stretch marks all along her flesh, which make Loki upset. The marks look like lightening bolts and he's upset that her body is a tribute to his brother

Part 2

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You never thought much about how your relationship with either Odinson would develop as you got older. As a child, it never really mattered all that much, you just spend your time with them both, enjoying their company in different ways.

Loki was much more reserved and nervous, asking you what you wanted to do and sitting alongside you as you did just that. Usually the two of you would spend your afternoons relaxing under his favorite oak tree with a good book, probably picked out by your favorite raven-haired boy.

You enjoyed your time with Thor just as much. He was loud and as hyperactive as any boy his age could be. Thor enjoyed spending his time with you, chasing you around the courtyard until you couldn't continue. He would then lift you above his head, shouting about being the one true champion...annoying behavior that continued much into adulthood.

Your teen years did little to stop his childish nature, and only increased the jealous rage Loki was beginning to harbor. Each time you would leave his side to go jest with Thor, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. You and he had such fun when you were together, having intellectual conversation with the occasional shameless cuddle, that he couldn't fathom what you wanted his brother for.

There was no way the two of you were having more riveting conversation, and to Loki's knowledge, you and Thor had never shared such a tender moment as you often did in his presence...or at least he hoped you hadn't.

Loki understood that his jealously was normal, healthy even. You were the only thing in his life that made him feel universally good enough, and that was nice. The idea that you may have been doing the same with someone he so despised the way he did Thor, was too much to bare on his part.

Still, Loki knew you would torment him endlessly for such a confession, so he kept to himself. He did however, get his revenge on Thor out in other ways. One such instance calling for his becoming a literal snake in the grass, but that story was for another time entirely.

While Thor never thought about his feelings for you in such a romantic or possessive manner, seeing the way his brother fought so for you, encouraged his own champion. He wanted to win, even if that meant just playing Loki into thinking he loved you in the same way. Thus began the war for your heart, that you didn't even know was happening.

Throughout all this feuding, never had your thinking towards either of them changed, and they never would...you were sure of that. Thor and Loki were your greatest friends in both this world and the next, and not even their strange behavior could change that.

Or so you thought.

It would be soon discovered that you were heading off to Vanaheim to study in the abandoned city of Vanir. It was by your choice, sort of, under the suggestion of Odin. Your leaving wasn't technically necessary, but in a way it seemed to be. Odin and Frigga were charged with raising their sons to lead a whole civilization of people, something they couldn't do if they were to busy chasing your heels.

Loki had been the most bothered about your leaving, something he was very vocal about to his mother for years after your departure but never did that stop his mind from wandering to the forests of Vanaheim where you were probably sitting beneath another tree, your novel's dusty pages folded beneath your fingers. He wondered if he would ever see you again, and in that moment, as if urged there by his wants, you were there.

It was kept a secret by the All-father and his bride, but they'd invited you back to Asgard, where you were now free to live if you so chose. You had joyously accepted, only partially worried that both of your favorite boys, now men, would be disappointed in your appearance.

You liked to think that both men would care for you regardless but you had changed quite a bit since they'd seen you as a girl, and you were nervous.

Carefully, you made your way down the long corridor to the dining hall. Your footsteps keeping quick time as you moved. Every bit of you was screaming to calm down, telling you it would all be fine but there was always that last bit of anxiety surging through to cover those reassurances.

Frigga had prepared each of her sons for a special guest they would be housing in the days coming but that was all she'd said. Loki's leg jumped under the table as he awaited the mystery guest's arrival..how he hated surprises.

The last person in the world either Thor or Loki was expecting to see behind those large, gold-crested doors was you, but that didn't change the fact you were standing there when they opened. That adorably nervous smirk plastered on your face as you stood, waiting for some sort of reassurance that you were doing the right thing.

Loki was at a loss.

Your hair was done up in typical, extraordinary Asgardian fashion exposing some new assets you'd developed since they'd last seen you, but he couldn't focus on that. All he could see was your gorgeous smile, which you were trying your hardest to keep hidden as your eyes danced along the table, stopping momentarily on Thor at his right before gliding to him.

Whether on purpose or not, your smile widened the moment you met his gaze. There was still this air of comfort surrounding him that you couldn't dispute, even after all this time.

He could tell that you were trying to find the words to say, but there were none. How in the world could you even sum up what you were feeling with a greeting like Hello? there was no weight to something like that, the only thing that came close was I've missed you, but even that felt wrong.

So you said nothing, instead taking your seat between them both and grabbing each of their hands with relish. Loki didn't know how to respond to the contact at first, shocked at the feeling of your skin against his own after so long, but slowly he relaxed.

You didn't see Loki or Thor after dinner until there was a knock at your door. It was slight, unsure but it was because of that, you knew exactly who it was. "Come in" you called, your voice sounding foreign to even your own ear. It was a different sound, a happier sound than you were used to hearing from your own throat.

His entrance followed suit and you couldn't help but grow much more anxious at his arrival than before. If Loki thought he was shocked at how you'd changed, nothing compared to how you looked at the man standing in front of you. He was just that, a man...no longer the boy you'd left behind.

The last thing Loki himself had been expecting was you, laying in bed with nothing but a loose tunic top hanging on your frame. There was a part of him who felt wrong for the intrusion but you didn't seem bothered by it, so he tried not to pay too much attention.

"Hello Y/N" he started, wishing for only a moment he could speak to you as he used to. The two of you used to be so comfortable together, he couldn't help but wonder where that went. You giggled, instantly filling his stomach with that familiar flipping he could never explain as a young boy. "Hello Loki" you hummed, your voice had changed even a bit more than he'd realized.

Slowly, he took in a breath, shaky at first, though he managed to save it before you noticed. "I...I'm sorry, I'm not really sure where to go from here" he allowed, his mind was drawing a blank at the bit of skin peeking through your top.

Something about the exposed skin drew his attention in even more than just being your bare flesh, there was something about it he couldn't' quite place.

"It's fine Loki, I feel it too...but it's different with you than with Thor, I don't know why" your voice was more honest than anything but what really killed him was the confusion lacing your tone. You truly didn't understand that the way you loved him could be different than the way you cared for Thor.

You'd stood from your place on your bed to stand in front of him at some point, through he wasn't sure when. It wasn't until your hand fell on his chest that he realized how close you really were. You were nervous still, to take this step but with Loki, everything felt right so you didn't have to think all that much.

Slowly, you took the back of his neck in your hand and led him down to your height so you could capture his lips in your own. The kiss was years in the making, and it felt like it. Never in your life had you felt something so intense and electric, and when you finally opened your eyes, you knew he felt the same.

It was a connection unlike any other and that was clear from the moment you saw him again after all that time.

Without even meaning to, Loki's hands fell on your hips, where your skin was basically screaming for his touch. Your flesh was warm beneath his nimble fingers, which quickly found those bands of raised skin you hated so much. The sensation was unlike anything Loki had ever experienced so naturally his eyes sought out what he'd found on your body.

He had dreamed of memorizing your frame since he was a teenager but when his eyes fell on this marks, he didn't feel captivated like he thought, he was upset. Those marks, some small, some larger, were lightening bolts...put there by his brother most likely.

You noticed his hesitation but it wasn't for what you were expecting. You thought he was disgusted by you, so you pulled away, dropping your eyes to the floor as you turned your back to him. You should have known he wouldn't understand the way you thought he would. Loki may have been open minded and intelligent, but those scars were ugly, even to someone like him.

"Did he do that?" Loki asked, his voice low in his throat as he pondered the idea of his brother's hands on your skin. You'd been branded by a man who could never love you the way he could, and that was all too hard to accept.

You frowned, curious as to what he was talking about. "They're ugly I know" You huff, running your hands through your hair in frustration, trying to hold back tears...how could you have been so stupid?

"Y/N...are those Thor's marks?" Loki repeated, trying to fathom why you wouldn't tell him about something so impactful. He would have never continued his advances if he knew you were uninterested. He thought you felt the same.

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laurasinele · 5 years

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To bring him back (a Fictober19 Stucky drabble)

Prompt 21: “Changes is annoyingly difficult”

Fandom: MCU

Tags: light angst, canonical memory loss, implied past relationship, stucky

Warnings: none apply

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It comes a time in one’s life when, after being confronted with the impossible enough times, nothing is impossible anymore.

Steve Rogers had faced enough impossibles to believe almost anything. That’s why he didn’t second-guess much his gut when it jolted at the close sight of the ultimate assassin’s eyes. He could have sworn that was Bucky’s brow, Bucky’s nose bridge, Bucky’s determined gaze. He just needed to confirm with some authority that whatever unbelievable lost link in this narrative was a reality. Time travel, cloning, more super-soldier serum… He didn’t even questioned why his childhood friend, his best and only true friend, was trying to kill him. There sure must have been a reasonable explanation for it. Like extraterrestrial forces. Or fairies.

The following months of fights and disagreement, of conspiracies and treason, were just a blur. Nothing compared to the fact that Bucky was alive. Nothing as hurtful as the fact that his childhood friend, his best and only true friend, didn’t remember him. Nothing as plunging as the realisation that this was the proverbial end of the line. Again.

In the end, at a great cost, the Avengers assembled anew, and they took Bucky in. Better with them than against them, was the reasoning behind his recruitment. He underwent a gruelling neuro-psychological procedure to get rid of each and every trigger mechanism. The matter of getting his pre-Winter Soldier memories back was never risen. When Steve asked, everybody from SHIELD’s medical staff to Banner and even Loki and Dr. Strange told him it could happen or not, but there wasn’t a way to bring them back on purpose. As knowledgeable as they all were in their own fields, the human mind, they said, was still one of the greatest mysteries of the universe.

The Avenger known as Winter Soldier was a quiet superhuman with an enhanced metal arm. His face and voice and date of birth were those of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, declared missing in action during a Howling Commandos mission against HYDRA. There’s where any similarity ended. Where Bucky had been good-humored, the Winter Soldier was brooding. Where Bucky had been extroverted and easy-going, the Winter Soldier kept to himself and was always one fraction of a step away of inabiliting the closest menace. Where there used to be that famous charming smile of Bucky, the Winter Soldier’s lips where always pressed thin, downcast, and his gaze was the closest thing to the void Steve could imagine.

After all, the end of the line had arrived when Bucky fell of that moving train and Steve failed to catch him. There was no impossible turned true for them. His childhood friend, his best and only true friend, was gone.

The world underwent several catastrophes, most of which never made the public eye, a handful of them solved without even leaving the Avengers headquarters. Old frictions smoothed, new friendships were born. Steve only looked longingly at the Winter Soldier every now and then, trying to find any sign of old Bucky’s personality resurfacing. It was an afterthought now. Those who had been worried for him and called it obsession in the first weeks didn’t even noticed.

The first time the Winter Soldier smiled, Steve dropped his mug of coffee. He said it was lack of sleep and everyone believed him.

It wasn’t a big smile. His face relaxed for a moment and the corners of his lips perked up slightly. Steve had made a joke that he thought no-one would get when they’d asked him about being in “active service”. They meant literally, as in the military, but he made a sexual innuendo, because in his time “active service” could mean being sexually active. He said it rejoicing in the fact that no-one would get it and he would left them wondering once more about his sex life. But Bucky, no, the Winter Soldier, had smiled imperceptibly as he kept his head down, studying the history of the decades he had missed.

Wanda catched the mug before it shattered against the floor, Steve made his lame excuse about not sleeping enough, retrieved his coffee and headed to his bedroom to try and calm down. It had been just a smile. A smile because of a joke that could have been funny in the forties. A joke he did several times with the Howling Commandos. “I’ve never been officially in active service in my whole life”. It could mean anything and it was funny because, literally, it was true but, figuratively, it left them wondering. But the Winter Soldier surely didn’t remember that. He probably smiled because that bit of slang was in his vocabulary, nothing more. Bucky was gone. He was the Winter Soldier now.

Steve wasn’t sure if he needed a nap or a 50 miles sprint, now. He took his sweatpants off and put on a pair of rated jeans and a zipped hoodie over his plain white tee. He put on his baseball cap and fake glasses and headed out, to his exhibit. That, he reminded himself, was the only place where he could see Bucky, the real one. He looked more alive in the black and white footage than the Winter Soldier had ever managed to look in the real world. Now Steve needed to punch something, since there was no one left of those who did that to Bucky. The ones that killed Bucky. The ones creating an impossible in this stupid world where everything could be but this. It was a too loud world, too bright, too fast. Steve needed some respite. Maybe sleep would have been a better idea.

He couldn’t help but try, because of course he couldn’t. He had never been known for dropping things. He had been known for following his gut and ending up being right. So he kept peppering his speeches and chats with subtle hints to the thirties and forties in Brooklyn. Very specific things that only someone who’d been there would get, but not as singular as to catch the other Avenger’s attention.

The Winter Soldier got them all. And Steve emboldened with each smirk, huff and glance. They were all very subtle and never led to a meaningful conversation. The Winter Soldier’s acknowledgement of Steve’s strategy finished in the non verbal hints of getting the reference. Tony Stark’s acknowledgement of Steve’s strategy was more direct.

“A word, Cap”, said Tony after a briefing. When everybody left the room to their assignments, Steve cocked his head and waited for Tony to say something. “You know I am not against him anymore, do you?”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Tony…”

“Because I don’t. I swear, I learnt. We all learnt. He was a problem, until we realised he was a victim, and now he is a very valuable asset”

“What’s your point?”

Tony sighed through his nose while pursing his lips and weighing Steve with a stare.

“I wouldn’t want him to become a liability”.

Steve felt the all anger of their Civil War creep in and zero into Tony’s solar plexus. He managed to refrain but he wasn’t amiable when he spoke.

“Again, what’s your point?”

“I know what you are doing. I don’t think anybody else has, I just happen to pay a lot of attention to you. Well, probably Nat knows too, because she’s rolled her eyes at me a couple of times when you drop…”

“Okay, enough”. Steve knew better that denying it, but that didn’t mean he was willing to discuss it. “Your advice is noted. I won’t let it become a liability, but I won’t let it go either, because if there is a single chance to bring him back I will try. I won’t put it before the Avengers or the world’s safety, but will keep trying until he’s back or until one of us dies, whatever happens first”.

When Tony spoke he did it softly, measuring his words, the ghost of their past enmity very much present.

“Captain. Bucky is gone. You mourned him. If he ever comes back, that’s great, but chances are he won’t. And we cannot afford to have the greatest strategic mind of the planet distracted with psychological games and grief. It wouldn’t be betrayal if you let it go”

“It would”, he said defiantly, before speaking more calmly: “Advice noted, Stark. I will bear it in mind, I promise. You don’t have to worry”.

It had been a long time since Steve had gotten in the exhibition outside opening hours. Still, the guard tipped his cap as he opened the door for him.

“Long time no see, Captain”

“Been busy”, he smiled. “How are things, Alan?”

“Great as usual. You’ve got company by the way”, added Alan when Steve was about to round the corner. He stopped on his tracks to ask who, a cautious, calculating expression on his face, but then he saw the Winter Soldier standing in front of one of the panels. He turned his head and saluted, wearing that blank expression of his.

Steve approached him and stood by his side for a while. When the video on the screen had finished a loop, Steve talked in a low voice:

“Never took you for a nostalgic”.

The Winter Soldier hummed and turned to Steve:

“Me or your good ol’ pal Bucky?”

Steve looked at him not really sure if that was a genuine question, and accusation a retort or what in hell. The Winter Soldier walked to the next panel and Steve followed him.

“I come here every now and then. I try to make sure we won’t meet, because I don’t want to disturb you. I know this has some importance for you”.

“It has. I appreciate the thought”. And then, after hesitating for a while, he added: “Why do you come?”

The Winter Soldier shrugged.

“To see if it all comes back. It never does though”.

Steve’s face fell and the Winter Soldier noticed. He continued, this time looking at Steve.

“I come here after certain dreams or flashes. I don’t remember much aside from my.. HYDRA missions. And some unconnected things. More sensations than images or memories. Sometimes I dream a game of throw in an alley. Sometimes it’s me lying on a couch, looking at a chapped ceiling. A fan is buzzing and someone is drawing. I can hear the pencil against the paper and I can feel boredom and frustration, because I want them to stop and go play. I remember some things from the war too. As I said, only flashes. I come here and look at the pictures and try to find some link between them”.

Steve breathing was heavy and his jaw was set without him even realizing. He made himself look away from the Winter Soldier and into Bucky’s mugshot in the panel. Their expressions were so different it could have been an entirely different face.

“Why haven’t you come to me? I could help you figure out those memories. We were joined at the hip, I probably remember those moments too. If I had known you were starting to remember I’d probably…”

“Change…” interrupted the Winter Soldier in his low monotone voice, “is annoyingly difficult. Specially when your mind has been set to a single track and you were excellent at it. It feels slow. It feels like disappointment. I don’t really remember you. I know we were good friends because I’ve been told, and I’ve read here”, he said nodding towards the panel in front of them, “but I don’t know why. I don’t know what happened. And I see what you do to try and bring this guy back, and the faces you make when I just don’t react. I didn’t want to give you false hopes in case he never really comes back. I know you must miss him a lot”.

“Oh, yeah? How would you know that?”, asked Steve with a sad laugh. The Winter Soldier turned his back to the panel, sighed and put his hands in his pockets.

“There’s this feeling whenever I look at you. Like I want to punch you and kiss you at the same time. And during missions, there’s this need to protect you at all costs, as if you weren’t a virtually immortal super soldier. I don’t know where it comes from, but I know it’s Bucky’s”.

Steve looked at him, mouth hanging slightly. The Winter Soldier sighed again, turned his face to Steve and tried a small, apologetic smile.

“That’s how I know, pal. He misses you too”.

Steve watched the Winter Soldier walk down the hall towards the exit. He turned back to the panel and Bucky’s mugshot. And he saw the very same smile the Winter Soldier had just given him. Steve smiled in return. It wasn’t a sad or unrealistically hopeful smile. It was the smile that had always made his way to his lips whenever Bucky was around. The one with which he said “hello” to him, and “goodbye”. The one with which he said “thank you”, “I’m sorry” or “I’m glad you’re here”. The one that loudly stated “I love you” for nobody to hear but his childhood friend, his best and only true friend. And he might be getting the echoes of it.

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Why In the Night Sky Are the Lights Hung? (Loki x Reader)

Summary: Annoyed by the amount of light pollution in New York, you decide to take matters into your own hands and surprise Loki with your idea.

Warnings: strap on your helmets it’s about to get fluffy

Word Count: 977

A/N: Just a little something I wanted to post while I’m working on longer pieces :) As someone who lives in a big city I don’t get to see the stars very often and it kinda makes me sad so writing this cheered me up. I hope it can cheer you up too if you need it <3

(the title is inspired by the lyrics in Blue Spotted Tail by Fleet Foxes. You can listen to it here while you read if you like!)

One of the only things that bothered you about living with the Avengers was the fact that the stars were rarely visible at night.

You had asked Tony to bypass New York’s electric circuit system for one night, just one night, so that you could finally go stargazing with your best friend. You couldn’t think of anything better than lying beneath the stars at night, huddled like little burritos under blankets with Loki.

Unfortunately Tony wasn’t too keen on your idea to orchestrate an entire city-wide blackout just to accommodate you and a certain Asgardian he was still trying really, really hard to tolerate.

You had to compromise. While the Avengers were out on a mission, you went on a quick Ikea run and bought multiple sets of fairy lights, which you then strung all around your room and on your ceiling. Loki tried to come in many times especially after he heard a few crashes, followed by a string of swear words, coming from inside your room. You were beyond adamant about keeping everything a surprise though, and made sure he stayed put in his own room across from yours.

When the sun had long since set and the little window in your room was no longer shining pink and gold rays from that evening’s sunset, you turned off your bedroom light in excitement as the lights touched everything with a soft yellow glow.

Loki will love this, you thought to yourself as you walked to his room. It seemed he was eager to find out what you had planned, since he had swung open his door and was smiling down at you long before you even lifted a hand to knock.

“Are you finally going to show me what it is you’ve been hurting yourself over all day?” He asked, a smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes.

“I fell off the ladder once.” You replied. “Those other noises were inanimate objects, not me. Come on!”

You grabbed his hand and guided him excitedly to your room. Just as your hand reached the handle of your door, you paused.

“Wait,” You added, looking up at Loki. “Close your eyes.”

He frowned in confusion, but did as you said.

“Okay, no peeking.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are!” You exclaimed. You leapt onto your tiptoes to place your hands over his eyes. You really wanted this to stay a surprise for as long as you could drag it out.

“Wait, Loki?”

“Hm?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Could you open my door for me? I’m too busy trying to keep your eyes covered.”

He let out a laugh as he affectionately placed his own hands over yours. It was just for a brief moment, but it was enough to silently convey the trust he felt for you and you only.

“Of course, darling.”

You giggled as he fumbled to find your doorknob, and you couldn’t keep the grin off your face when Loki finally managed to open your door. It seemed as though the stars had literally fallen from the sky and landed in your own room. Everything from your bed to your books to your shelves were all lit with a soft amber glow, reminiscent of something straight out of a romantic movie.

The longer you stared at what you had put together, the more you realized this was definitely better than getting Tony to orchestrate a blackout.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

Loki’s soft voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Scanning the room one last time to make sure everything was perfectly in its place, you nodded to yourself and uncovered your hands from Loki’s eyes.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip nervously as he gazed around the room. Loki’s eyes widened as he noticed just how many sets of fairy lights you had decorated your room with.

“You did all this?” He asked incredulously. You nodded, feeling yourself blush as he smiled at you.

“I know it’s nothing compared to the stars you probably saw on Asgard,” you mumbled, rocking back and forth on your toes. You clasped your hands behind your back nervously. “I thought you might like to see the stars here, just as a change of scenery? But then I realized that it’s almost impossible to see the stars here because of light pollution, so this is technically Plan B, but-“

Loki suddenly cut you off with a kiss. It was rather short, but enough to make you realize that he really, truly loved what you did. It was also enough to get you to stop babbling and effectively lose your train of thought.

You gasped when you pulled away, the smile on your face feeling like a permanent new addition to your features.

“Wow...” you breathed. You swore you could see the stars dancing in his eyes.

“I could say the same.” Loki whispered as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face.

“So... does that mean you like the stars, even though they’re plastic and from Ikea?”

Loki laughed, his eyes scanning the ceiling as he did so. He looked so happy. This was not the man who walked into the Avengers Compound with his brother months ago, distraught and haunted by too many memories to fit in one, two, or even five human lifetimes.

He looked like a boy who had just seen snow fall for the first time in his life.

You couldn’t resist the urge that overcame you, and you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. Tears of joy stung your eyes as he returned your embrace.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said gently, his hands tracing small patterns across your back. “No one has ever done something this considerate for me.”

“You’re welcome.” You whispered, smiling to yourself.

You were able to help guide a little light back into Loki’s life, and that was all that mattered to you.

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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Sylvie is the Secret Heart of Marvel’s Loki

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This article contains LOKI spoilers.

From the very start, the existence of Marvel’s Loki series has seemed more than a little suspect. Don’t get me wrong: If Tom Hiddleston wants to do a TV show, obviously you let him do a TV show, especially if it’s as one of the few genuinely complex and multi-faceted villains that the Marvel Cinematic Universe has managed to create over its decade-plus long march to power.

But the decision to tell a story about this version of Loki – one that stole the Tesseract following the Battle of New York and disappeared from the primary MCU timeline before the bulk of his redemption arc could really kick into gear – has always felt kind of like a cheat. And, in truth, it is precisely that: A way for Marvel to narratively have its proverbial cake and eat it too, mining the emotional drama of Loki’s earned death in Avengers: Infinity War without having to lose one of the most popular actors in its stable for good.

But as Loki continues, it’s becoming increasingly clear that this story isn’t even really about Loki at all. (Or at least not the one we know.) Thanks to the concept of Variants – different versions of familiar characters whose lives have diverged from their predetermined timeline in some way – our God of Mischief is technically not even the most interesting character in the show that bears his name.

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Maybe it’s the fact that the Loki in Loki is a figure whose story we’ve seen play out once already before, or perhaps it’s because this version of the character is one who exists at one of the least complex and interesting points in his own narrative. (Oh, you tried to take over the Earth? How original.) But it’s easy to be both completely fascinated by and utterly grateful for the introduction of Sylvie, a mysterious female Loki variant who’s much more than she initially appears to be and who steals every scene in which she appears.

Part of that is, of course, due to actress Sophia Di Martino, whose sharp, prickly performance is every inch the equal of Hiddleston’s more chaotic one, but grounded in a simmering, purposeful rage that immediately sets her apart. (Even if there’s really no arguing that Hiddleston’s Loki is certainly going to be the more fun of the two to hang out at the bar with.) But it’s also because, in just the space of two episodes, Sylvie has firmly established herself as Loki’s most interesting character, a woman whose existence is part tragedy, part triumph, and part meditation on the very rules of the universe itself.

Though she may share some significant similarities with “our” Loki, (including an affinity for the color green), Sylvie is very much her own person, with plenty of agency and a clearly defined agenda of her own. She is not doomed to follow in Loki’s footsteps simply because they share an identity, rather she seems especially interested in striking out on her own path and following her own set of rules. It’s the only way she’s managed to survive as long as she has.

For starters, there’s the fact that she’s called Sylvie, a name that not only sets her apart by connecting her to Marvel Comics’ second Enchantress but one that it appears she chose for herself after purposefully rejecting the Loki moniker and everything that goes along with it. She’s dyed her hair blonde, broken one of the iconic horns off her headdress, and taught herself the sort of powerful enchantment magic our Loki would have given anything to be able to use himself back in The Avengers. (It’s a version of what he used the Mind Stone for, after all.) Sylvie’s a fighter, a survivor, and clearly every inch as smart as the trickster we know. But it’s the way her story deviates from Loki’s that makes her so compelling to watch – and essentially establishes her as Loki’s emotional center.

Marvel’s Loki Reveals How the Universe Craves Chaos

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Loki Episode 4 Theories: Who Created the TVA?

By Gavin Jasper

Born as the Goddess of Mischief on an Asgard that looks a lot like the one we know, Sylvie received a visit from the Time Variance Authority when she was just a child, charging her with crimes against the Sacred Timeline and essentially sentencing her to die. Though she escaped the TVA before she could be purged from the timeline forever, her entire life since has been spent on the run, being persecuted by a faceless group of bureaucrats who want to kill her for something that occurred when she was just a kid – the consequence of a decision she still can’t identify. (And which her persecutors no longer even remember.)

Sylvie grew up living in the literal shadow of death to stay alive, with worlds burning down all around her, no place she could call home, and few friends. (And if she somehow ever managed to make any, they were basically doomed to die pretty soon thereafter.) This is some pretty dark stuff for Marvel, and it’s hard not to feel sympathy for the nonstop nightmare her life has been up to this point. Particularly when compared to Loki, who has attempted genocide multiple times over the sort of family-driven angst that could probably be solved with a good therapist.

Though his time-looped interaction with Lady Sif forces Loki to confront the fact that his aggressive narcissism barely papers over the gaping emotional hole in his own soul, it’s difficult to argue that his inner sadness is enough to justify the terrible things he’s done to others. (Which, let’s face it, goes well beyond cutting off Sif’s hair.) And his various family issues pale in comparison to what Sylvie’s been forced to face, and she’s never tried to commit genocide or enslave a planet by way of acting out.

Yes, she’s controlled minds and killed multiple TVA agents and neither of those things are great from a moral perspective. But those are also the same people who considered her an aberration and wanted her dead, so on some level, it’s hard to blame her. Even her supposedly villainous plan to bomb the timeline and bring down the TVA isn’t about claiming their power for herself – which, let’s not forget was our Loki’s first impetus – it’s about finally getting the chance to rest for the first time since the home she knew was literally erased from existence. How can you not root for that in some way? Doesn’t she deserve a chance at something like peace?

Of course, your mileage may vary on how well you think Loki depicts Sylvie’s journey compared to Loki’s own, or the value that the world of the show attaches to each. But she is certainly treated more directly as a villain, at least in the show’s initial episodes. (From the moment Loki arrives at the TVA, Mobius is basically his cheerleader. Has Sylvie ever experienced something similar?) And yet, she’s still trying to free herself and her fellow Variants – who don’t even know they’re enslaved – from the rule of an organization that has never cared about any of them.

Sure, figuring out what’s up with an alligator sporting tiny Loki horns will undoubtedly be entertaining to watch. But it’s the conclusion of Sylvie’s story that looms as the most exciting part of Loki’s final two episodes – what does her life look like if she succeeds? If she can finally stop running? If the Time Keepers aren’t real and the TVA no longer has power over her or anyone like her? If she truly can be Sylvie for once instead of a doomed, somehow lesser version of Loki – that’s a future that looks pretty limitless to me.

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Fen’Harel and the Trickster God

Okay, so this is an idea that has been floating around in my head for… over a year at this point, and I just feel like I have to share it, because it’s both been nagging at me – making me wonder whether I’m completely nuts for thinking these things – and… it makes me kinda giddy? Because it gives me a chance to talk about a topic I feel I know quite well and that I love: Norse mythology. So, you might be wondering why there’s an “and” in this thing’s title, and it will become immediately apparent when I say that this entire thing is gonna revolve around the parallels I have found between the representations of Fen’Harel (of Dragon Age (DA) fame) and Loki (emphatically not the one of Marvel fame, however) as they are presented in their respective mythologies.

Obviously, we’ve got the connection that they are both trickster gods – the elven word “harellan” directly means “trickster”, as I’m sure you know –, which is a good starting point, but the similarities go beyond that. Here we will more closely be looking at three major points of comparison: the lupine connotations they both have associated with them; the reported ability to walk freely among both sets of “deities” present within their mythological worlds; and their direct involvement in the end of the worlds of the people that they were said to preside over. If you know anything about Norse myth, I’m sure these points ring a few bells already, but if you still wanna hear more – or don’t do Norse and find yourself curious nonetheless –, then the details will be found under the cut below.

So, are we ready? Good, let’s begin!

The first point: lupine connotations. This one is obvious for Fen’Harel, the Dread Wolf, so that’s not where the questions are going to arise – heck, the “Elven language” Dragon Age Wiki even tells us that the word “fen” just straight up means wolf, a suspicion I had after I had noticed that we have two prominent figures in the DA verse that have that… prefix? in their names and are associated with wolves; Fen’Harel (no duh) and Fenris, the “little wolf”. And it’s with that second name that I first found a connection between DA and Norse myth – though back then it was more of a “hey! they named one of their characters after a prominent figure in the mythology! nice!” than any deeper thought – and where Loki finally comes into the picture. Again, those of you that know the mythos know where this is going, because while Loki might not directly have any lupine things associated with him, he has got a very prominent son that is most certainly lupine; the Fenris Wolf, or Fenrir, for those that prefer. I think you get the picture.

So, even the elven language has got a word ripped directly out of Norse mythology, that is used as the noun for the kind of animal that originally held the ripped name. Pretty cool stuff, if you ask me, but then again, I may just be a nerd.

Who am I kidding; I am absolutely a nerd.

Second point: blending in with both “deific” sets. I put “deities” and “deific” in quotation marks, because in the Norse case, one group is not really so much gods as very powerful nature spirits, but we’ll get back to that point. Anyone that has ever read a DA Codex Entry on Fen’Harel probably remember reading somewhere that he had the unique ability to walk amongst both the Creators – the good gods in the elven religion of DA, for those that don’t know – and the Forgotten Ones – the bad gods, to oversimplify – and be understood as one of them; the Creators thought he was one of their kind, the Forgotten Ones thought that he was one of them. Okay, so Loki? Well, to anyone that has ever had a dive into the Marvel version of Norse myth, I want you to throw what you think you know about this character out the window for a second – or do as I have done, and create a separate folder in your brain for “Nature Boy” and “Popsicle the Frost Thing” – yeah, and just take my word for this. Loki is the only one of the prominent Norse gods that has the distinction of being half Æsir – what most all the other gods in Asgard are – and half Jotun (though he is by no means the only of the gods to have Jotun parentage, so why he’s the only one that counts that way, I don’t know; polytheisms, I guess). Remember those strong nature spirits I mentioned just above? That’s what the Jotuns are (and this is why “Popsicle the Frost Thing” needs his own box); they wield all sorts of nature magic and are very powerful and, yes, the natural enemies of the Æsir. And what can Loki do because of his prominent mixed heritage? That’s right; walk amongst both groups like he belongs.

There is the underlying connotation in DA lore that Fen’Harel doesn’t truly belong with either the Creators or Forgotten Ones (at least the way I read it) and the same holds very true for Loki, who always seems to be on kind of thin ice (pun not intended) with both the groups he mingles with, but manages to maintain his status in both places both because of and in spite of his mixed heritage.

Okay, so last point: the ends of their respective worlds (which means spoilers for the Trespasser DLC, I guess? but not really). So, from way back in DA:O (Dragon Age: Origins) we know that Fen’Harel somehow managed to trick both the Creators and Forgotten Ones into searching for the ultimate weapons to destroy the other group with and then managed to trap them both in their respective realms. What we then learn in Trespasser is exactly what kinds of consequences that had for the world of the elves. Spoiler alert: it absolutely wrecked their entire shebang. Their empire fell, their lifespans got shortened – the so called “Quickening” – and the nasty humans were allowed to enslave the physically weaker elves, that were now also separated from the magic that their entire way of life depended upon. For the Norse counterpart, let’s talk Ragnarok! Because yes, it is literally all Loki’s fault. He’s the one that starts the whole thing – where the Fenris Wolf jumps up into the sky and eats the f***ing moon – and he fights in the final battle between the Æsir and the Jotuns. Spoiler: everyone dies! Well, not quite…

In fact, both of those “end of the world” scenarios aren’t complete disasters. Y’see, not everyone dies in either of those two occasions. Yes, Elvhenan collapses, but the elves still exist in the Dragon Age of Thedas; Ragnarok kills off almost everyone, but a few gods manage to survive the ordeal as well as a couple of humans, and they then go on to rebuild the worlds. And this is noticeable, because in most doomsday scenarios, it’s just the end of everything; nothing gets out alive, at least not on the “mortal plane”. The Norse end of the world, for all the gloominess and battlelust the rest of the mythology is known for, is oddly enough the one that is the most optimistic about the world, at the end of the day.

But that is moving more into comparing Norse mythology itself with the religion of the Dragon Age elves, which is a whole other affair, with lines not so clear cut as in this particular case study. Though a few quick tidbits I’d like to point out before I sign off completely from this mess I have made:

Both Fen’Harel and Loki have close ties with one of the two primary gods in their respective religions: Loki is Odin’s blood-brother, while Fen’Harel had a close, if somewhat undefined, relationship with Mythal

I once found a source that called Elgar’nan “the All-Father”, and at that point I just surrendered myself completely to the idea of Norse mythos having at least some kind of impact on the entire elven pantheon

Andruil is obviously supposed to be some sort of Artemis/Diana parallel – all of them being huntress gods –, though I know a lot less about Greco-Roman mythology, so I’m not exactly qualified to dive further into that particular subject

Right, well, this thing is now officially long enough to be handed in as an essay for my uni, so I think I’ll stop here. I hope this was at the very least interesting, if not enlightening and please feel free to tell me if there’s anything I missed or if you have had the same kind of ideas!

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age ii #dragon age inquisition #DA lore #fen'harel #norse mythology #norse gods #loki (not marvel)#loki #trickster god #I refuse to believe other people have not thought about this already #but I'm gonna post this anyway #I am officially done #enjoy this if you feel so inclined #no one's forcing you to do anything

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Balance on the Head of a Pin*

Chapter Five

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC | Word Count: 5159

Warnings: Smut and fluff, swearing, Loki being Loki, NSFW 18+

Standing before the mirror in the bathroom, Lauren lifted her shirt and traced her fingers over the golden image now ingrained on her flesh. It caused her to shake a little, trembled all over with how swiftly everything had changed. She’d gone from a farce of a relationship with the God of Mischief to a deeply intense one with Loki in a heartbeat of time. It was everything she’d thought she’d never have, but she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it now that it had happened.

He was an intense individual. To suddenly become the focus of his piercing gaze was both thrilling and a bit terrifying.

Dropping her shirt, Lauren clenched her fingers into fists and set them on the grey granite countertop.

He did things to her on a whole new level.

The feelings she’d once held in her heart for George seemed like dust in the wind compared to the inferno which burned for the blue-eyed god.

The pendant he’d placed on her swung, caught the light, and thumped back against her chest when she stood from her bent position. He’d called it protective magic. Clearly, it to was more than it seemed, but he’d failed to tell her what that more was.

Touching it gently, she noticed it felt warm. Whether from her body heat or something else, magic maybe, she couldn’t say. It was heavy where it rested above her heart, but it didn’t pull at her neck like the diamond necklace had her mama forced her to wear for her engagement party to George. It matched the gaud awful solitaire he’d given her. Unlike the cushion cut gem in the antique gold setting of the ring which currently graced her hand, George’s choice had been cold even as it sparkled with fire.

She’d hated that ring. Perhaps she should have paid closer attention to her reaction to it from the first. Maybe she would have realized George wasn’t for her long before they’d gotten to the church. But, her parents and his had been pushing so hard for the wedding, and she’d genuinely thought herself in love with George.

He’d wooed her like a master, said all the right things, did all the right things, for so many years. How could she have been so stupidly blind? How could she have just dumbly followed along with everyone else’s plans?

These were all the same thoughts she’d had when she’d taken his horrible ring and used it to start a new life for herself in New York. It wasn’t an heirloom, and she was by no means giving it back. Not after what he’d done.

Alone and on her own for the first time, Lauren had quite literally lucked out, falling into the position of Tony’s assistant. She’d had no formal training, other than running errands and things for her mother, taking charge of charities and foundations and such.

The Iron Man had been on the phone, yelling as Tony was want to do, standing in the middle of Saks Fifth Avenue - a store she couldn’t possibly afford anymore, but she still enjoyed looking. He’d been harping on about a gift for Pepper, asking someone named Nat what the hell he should get when Nat had been of no help. He’d snarled and hung up, and though at the time she had no idea who he was, Lauren had taken pity on the man who seemed so lost and offered her assistance.

She’d asked questions about Pepper’s likes and hobbies, her job and favourite colour, and had quickly narrowed Tony’s choices down to two different handbags, a Hermes scarf, and a Cartier bracelet. The man had bought all of it, setting Lauren gaping at the cost.

When he’d offered to take her for lunch as thanks for her assistance, Lauren had politely declined, not trusting a man she’d just met - who clearly had buckets of money - not to take advantage. She’d merely offered a kindness. There was no need to repay something freely given.

Before she could leave though, he’d asked how she’d known just what to get. Laughing, Lauren had quipped that no one was harder to manage than her mama. If she could survive running for that woman, she could do anything.

Three days later when she was still jobless, living in a tiny apartment, and the knock had come at the door, she’d opened it to find the same man standing on her threshold with a stunning strawberry blonde who’d quickly offered her a job as Tony’s personal assistant. There was no way Pepper believed Tony had picked out her gifts and demanded to know who'd helped.

Apparently, Lauren had wrangled the Iron Man a bit too well and wound up in her current position. Not that she didn’t love it, just, at times, it could be highly demanding. Still, she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. She loved all the people, the whole team.

Taking a deep breath, Lauren smoothed down her shirt, touched the pendant at her throat, and left the washroom. She’d needed the respite after her intense experience with Loki. A respite and a change of underwear.

The man had magic… well, everything. She’d never had an orgasm that powerful before. With George, she’d never had one at all, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t tried a little… self-stimulation over the years. Her very first one had been her first night in New York when the stress of moving, leaving it all behind and disobeying her parents had become too much.

At twenty-two, she had finally experienced what the fuss was about. How depressing was that?

Still, the fact Loki could kiss her and set her insides on fire was a little startling. She hadn’t known the way passion and love were described in cheesy romance novels could actually be real.

At the open door, Lauren paused to take him in.

He stood against the second-floor railing, looking out over the rolling hills and fields of the farm. Dark hair curled a little tighter than usual around his face thanks to the humidity. His eyes were the piercing blue of a summer sky. He was all sharp features and sinfully sculpted lips, and just ridiculously handsome.

Who in their right mind made a man that gorgeous?

And sweet, thorny Jesus, by the look of his arms and the breadth of his back and shoulders, she just knew the man was packing some serious muscle. She wondered if it came about from wielding a sword, or staff maybe.

He wasn’t built like Steve or Bucky. He was sleeker, like a panther. He even moved like one, all silent grace. She’d never seen him fight, but with how he’d used the dagger against George, it was wholly evident he could.

“You are staring, my sweet.”

She startled, blushed at getting caught, and walked out to join him. “Just admirnin’ the view.”

His hand found hers and tugged, bringing her right up against him, and fingertips traced her cheek, making her blush burn brighter.

“You blush so easily. It’s beautiful. Tell me what you admired.”

It wasn’t a question but a command, one she was inclined to disobey. “And inflate your ego some more? I don’t think so.”

“Ah, so it was me you were staring at. How fascinating.” He gave her a sly smile.

“You, sir, are gettin’ too big for your britches.” She shook her head, making her tail of hair swing as she leaned in and kissed him, a quick peck to the lips.

“I do not know what that means. Are you implying that I am thickening around the middle like your brother-in-law? I assure you that isn’t the case.”

He sounded almost offended, and it made Lauren snicker. “Are you a body snob, Loki?”

“A what?”

She slid her hand up his chest and trailed her fingers along his throat. “If I was as big around as old man Jefferson’s prize winnin’ hog, would you still think I was beautiful?”

He blinked at her, narrowed his eyes, and he lowered his head. “This is a trick question I refuse to answer. Whatever I say will see me in trouble.”

She laughed softly, her smile big and wide. “Maybe it would have, but I still think you’re a body snob.” She winked at him and turned away, her hand clasped with his to tug him along. “Come on. I’ll show you the farm. You seemed interested in the horses last night when we talked.”

“I am not a snob,” he pouted. “I despise sloth. Your body is a temple which should be well cared for. Is that thinking so wrong?”

“Not all of us are born with the metabolism of a God, Loki.”

“It’s not about metabolism. It is about will and perseverance.” He took her hand and liked it back within the confines of his elbow. “When I was a child, Thor was the bigger of us. He excelled where I often had to work very hard. We differed only when it came to magic. There was my excellence while combat was his, but Asgardians are warriors. I wished to be as well. So, I determined to be better. Stronger. Faster. I was jealous of my brother for whom it all came so easily.” He sighed and looked away. “My will was very strong, too strong. It led me down a dark path.”

“Loki…” She was stunned at his revelation. Drawing him to a stop, Lauren reached up and touched his cheek. Eyes full of shadowed regrets watched her from behind shuttered lids. “I’m sorry, peaches. I didn’t mean to draw up old hurts with my teasin’.”

He gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Thor and I have settled our differences. We are brothers, blood or no, but… I have done some terrible things. Unforgivable things.”

She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Everyone deserves a second chance, elskan mín. You’re makin’ what you can right. Don’t let the demons of your past darken the brightness of your future.”

“Lauren.” He breathed her name like a prayer causing her blush to grow again.

Pressing up on her toes, she kissed him on the cheek. “You’re a good man.”

“Say it again.” His arm wrapped her waist and was unyielding. “Say it again, my love.”

She peered up at him, not quite understanding until his eyes drifted down to her pendant. “Elskan mín,” she murmured.

He swung her around, her back connecting with the solid wood of one of the columns before he ravaged her mouth. Moaning, Lauren clawed at his back and slung a leg around his hip when he settled against her. The hard, insistent length of his cock was pressed firmly to her core, and she ground herself against him.

He moaned, and the peppermint patty flavour of it washed into her mouth. His hand closed around her tail of hair and pulled her head back in a deep arch. Teeth scraped down the cords of her neck.

Lauren cried out quietly at the pleasure of such a touch.

“I never thought, never dreamed I’d find you, let alone have you be so perfect, elskan mín.” He rocked into her.

A moan, low and wanton, escaped Lauren's lips. She clutched at him, her body on fire. Hot bolts of desire shot through her from his hips and mouth working in tandem. The rolling of his hips was slow, thorough, dragging over her with unrelenting insistence.

“Loki, please!” she whimpered. “Anyone could see…”

“Never!” he hissed, catching her hands and stretching them up over her head. Pinning her there, he traced his lips over her cheek. He kissed her nose, her lips, her chin before he rested his forehead on hers.

“I could take you right here, and no one would see that I did not wish to. Illusion is mine to wield as I choose. I could close us off from this world with a thought. I could bend you over the railing, my sweet, naked as the day you were born, make you sing out your pleasure at the top of your lungs as I repeatedly thrust into you, and no one would be the wiser.”

She shuddered with the visual it gave her, could almost see it reflected in his eyes. “Oh my…”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you, my wicked Valkyrie?” Mischief fired in his gaze, burning her, challenging her.

The imp on her shoulder fairly cackled with excitement. “Perhaps. But I have so little to compare my experience too. Are you certain you could make me sing?”

“You sang for me only minutes ago. Or have you forgotten already… Lauren?”

She smiled a cheeky grin. “I have a simply horrid memory… Loki.”

He chuckled. “Is this how you’ve managed to stay Tony’s assistant so long? Do you sass him as well?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Indeed I would.” He kissed her hard and let her go.

“And it’s not sassin’ if you do it right.”

“Oh? Do tell, darling. How does one sass correctly?”

“With sweetness, a smile, and a flutter of lashes,” she teased, demonstrating the move on him. “Why, Loki. I do declare, if you don’t get that sweet tush movin’, we’ll be ever so late for luncheon. You ain’t never gonna see the ponies if you keep draggin’ your feet.”

“You think I have a sweet tush?” He smirked wickedly at her.

“That tush is sexy as hell. Why do you think all us women walk behind you, peaches?” she quipped, sashaying away down the balcony.

“Freya’s bountiful tits, woman! You’re going to be the death of me.”

She burst out laughing and liked her hand through his elbow when he appeared at her side. “See? Sass done right.”

He bent at the waist with a courtly flourish. “I bow to the queen on this matter. My Valkyrie has sass down to an art-form. Perhaps you should use it on your family.”

“My mama is immune to my sass. It’s like her superpower. I swear she can smell it. Then it’s all, “Lauren Guillemin, don’t you sass your mama.””

“You need to be slightly more nasal in your mimicry,” he said, stroking his fingers over hers on his arm.

She chuckled softly. “Maybe.”

“Hm.” Loki hummed and assisted her down the stairs to the first floor, then down a second short flight into the grass. “Do all women of the South have such… enormous hair?”

She belted out another peal of laughter. “Some, certainly,” she managed to say once she’d regained control. “It isn’t uncommon.”

“I prefer yours.”

“Mine’s out of self-preservation. It curls somethin’ fierce in this humidity. Tyin' it back keeps me sane.”

As they walked, she pointed out different points of interest on the plantation. The hedge maze at the back of the house with its walled rose garden. The pool and pool house. She took him around the gardens rather than through them so they could walk the lane the towering oaks lined, helping cut some of the heat with their shade.

The packed earth crunched slightly beneath their feet, and a horse whinnied in the distance. She paused with him at the top of the lane to look out over white fences, red barns, and dark wooden outbuildings. The vivid green of the land was dotted here and there with the colourful coats of many sleek horses, while a few spindly legged colts grazed at their mother’s sides.

Lauren smiled when she leaned into Loki, resting her head on his shoulder. “I forget how beautiful it is until I come home again. It’s like seein’ it all for the first time every time I come back.”

“It really is quite lovely,” he said, but when she looked up at him, he was looking at her.

Her blush came back with a vengeance. “You keep bein’ that sweet, I’m never gonna need sugar ever again.”

He only smiled his patented Loki smirk.

Shaking her head, Lauren continued down the road, heading for the biggest of three barns. In one of the high fenced paddocks, a tall, deep red chestnut stallion bugled a challenge and charged the fence where an elderly, weathered man stood with his hands on his hips.

“You ornery ol’ cuss! Don’tcha be giv’n me that now, ya hear!” he snapped, slapping his cap against the wooden railing before jamming it back on his head.

Squealing in delight, Lauren pulled away from Loki to dart forward. “Teddy!”

He whipped around and grinned a wide smile which was missing several teeth. “Well, Lord have mercy! It’s Miss Lauren! C’mon, child. You give ol’ Teddy some sugar!” He held out his arms.

Lauren threw herself into them, placing a smacking kiss against his wrinkled cheek. “I missed you somethin’ fierce, Teddy!” She hugged him tight and pulled back to giggle at his twinkling dark eyes. “Did you get the gift I sent for your birthday?”

“I certainly did, lil’ miss! Though what I’m gonna do with them there fancy boots, I dun know.” He shook his head, grinning cheekily.

“You wear them, silly man! I know you’re sweet on Miss Abigail Swain. You take them shiny boots, and you deck yourself out in your finest, and you ask that woman to the town’s Fourth dance. That’s what you do with them boots!” she scolded him soundly.

“I just might do that, missy, I just might.” His eyes drifted past her shoulder. “And who be this ‘un?”

Lauren held out her hand for Loki. “Teddy, I’d like for you to meet my beau, Loki Laufeyson. Loki, this is Teddy, my very best guy.”

He blushed and dropped his chin. “Aw, go on wichya! You tease an ol’ man.” He swept the hat from his head and held out his hand. “I’m ver’a pleased to meet ya. The missy here talks about you somethin’ fierce in her letters. All starry-eyed she is for the Mischief God. Didn’t realize you was sweet on her, too.”

“Teddy!” Lauren squealed, her face flaming red.

Loki grinned slyly at her as he shook the heavily calloused hand of Teddy. “You wrote of me, darling?”

“Oh, fer sure, fer sure.” Teddy nodded, grinning at her as well. “One could say… gushed.”

“Teddy so help me, if you don’t stop teasin’ I’m gonna replace all the hooch in your cabin with water!”

He gasped. “Ye wouldn’t! Why, that’s cruel of you, miss thing! Threatenin’ a man’s relaxin’ time.”

“I see my Valkyrie has always been inclined toward mischief. I will have to recruit you into my escapades when we return to New York.” Loki settled his hand on her back, but his eyes had drifted to the snorting horse glaring at them from behind the tall fence. “It seems you have a spirited one here.”

“Bah! That one’s a whole bucket o’ nasty. Ornery cuss. Inclined to bite and kick, but his daddy made this farm a heap of money at stud. Could run like the wind he could. This ‘un, too, has it in ‘im. Can’t get a rider on ‘im though. Mean as a snake, he is.”

“He’s not mean. Just a wild thing,” Lauren said, moving toward the fence. “Ain’t that right, Dragon?” Passing her hand through the rails, she held out her palm for him.

He trotted over, eyes bright and head held high to nudge her fingers. She caressed his velvet soft muzzle and smiled at the beautiful horse.

“Well, shoot. Here I’d dun gone and figured he’d be all hoyty-toyty wichya bein’ gone as long as you was. Damn horse turns me into a liar.” Huffing, Teddy slammed the beaten hat back on his balding head.

“Teddy’s the breedin' manager here for our thoroughbreds,” Lauren explained when Loki sidled closer. “He knows everythin' there is to know about our horses, but he and Dragon have never gotten on.”

“Fits his name, that one do,” Teddy groused. “Only one capable of handlin’ the cur was Miss Lauren.”

Dragon squealed and kicked out at the fence, pinning his ears at Loki.

“Oh, I do not think you wish to do that, my spirited friend,” Loki smirked an excited grin when the horse snapped his teeth together. “So, that is how it shall be.”

He was over the fence, and in the pen faster than Lauren could say ‘Bob’s your uncle,’ startling Dragon into rushing away. She gasped in shock and not a little appreciation when, once his feet hit the earth, she realized he’d changed his clothes.

Gone where the linen pants and polo shirt, replaced by tight black breeks and knee-high boots of scuffed, well-worn leather. A tunic swung at Loki's hips, a broad belt of highly engraved leather surrounded his waist. He pushed back the sleeves of the dark green tunic, the ties of which crisscrossed at his throat, weaved loosely halfway down his chest, and hung just slightly open, giving her a glimpse of thick muscle which gleamed a soft bronze.

“Merciful Jesus…” Teddy breathed in amazement.

Lauren seconded the sentiment, but not because the magic amazed her. No. She’d darn near swallowed her tongue to hold in a whimper. If she’d thought his tush sexy before, it was nothing when compared with the sculpted thighs showcased in his skin-tight pants.

“Loki? What are you doin’?” she asked when she finally managed to get her voice to work.

“Making friends, darling.”

His chuckle was deep and heady. It shot a small jolt straight to her womb, and she almost groaned.

God and steed eyed each other. One calm and relaxed, the other tightly wound. Dragon broke first when he bellowed in anger and charged.

Gasping, Lauren’s hand flew to her throat.

Green light flashed in Loki’s fist. Where once there was nothing, now hung a bridle. The leather a deep brown, the metal an aged bronze, the bit highly polished silver. The horse reared up and pawed at the air, but Loki stood immovable. When Dragon dropped to his feet, Lauren never even saw Loki move, but the bridle was suddenly on Dragon’s head, and the God was in a saddle of the same kind, high on the back of the shocked looking stallion.

“Now, will you behave?” Loki asked, causing the horse’s ears to twist back.

Dragon snorted, tucked his head, rounded his back and bucked.

Loki didn’t jerk or yank on the reins. He didn’t bang the bit against Dragon’s mouth. Just quietly sat out the tantrum like he was glued to the saddle.

It was so, so freaking hot, Lauren had to pant a little and grab for the rail so as not to collapse into a puddle. “Wow,” she whispered.

“Wow be right, missy,” Teddy said beside her, eyes big and round. “That man's got a seat on him.”

He certainly does. Lauren bit her lip so as not to blush. Teddy might have been talking Loki’s horseman skills, but she certainly wasn’t. The man had a seriously fine ass.

“That’s enough now. You’ve proved your point. You can be proud without being a brat about it.” The God of Mischief’s voice was implacable, and Dragon stopped, head down and blowing. Gently, Loki gathered the reins and sent the horse through his paces. It took less than a half dozen circuits of the paddock for Dragon to be answering rein and leg cues like an old pro.

A smugly satisfied smile graced Loki’s face when he swung from Dragon’s back. He patted the horse’s shoulder and neck and flicked his hand, vanishing the tack.

The stallion shook all over making him chuckle as he held out a bright red apple Dragon took without hesitation. The horse was munching happily, following Loki like a puppy when the Asgardian made his way back to the fence.

Clearing her throat, Lauren’s voice was a touch raspy when she asked, “Have fun?” But her brain stalled when she noticed the gleam on his throat and chest. Again she had to bite her cheek so as not to whimper. The exertion was just enough to make him sweat.

“It was most invigorating. He should behave better now, though, whether you get another rider on him will remain to be seen.”

Loki swung over the fence, and she held her breath. When he landed, still garbed in his riding gear, she grabbed him by the hand.

“See you later, Teddy.”

“Yah, y'all go on now.” Teddy chuckled, eyes alight with a knowing gleam when he turned them her way.

Lauren blushed but continued to drag Loki toward the barn, her feet clumsy in her haste.

“Lauren?”

She couldn’t speak, not yet, not if she didn’t want to climb him publicly. It had worked earlier, rather well, so she said simply, “Not yet.”

He fell into silence, and she hurried into the barn’s shadowed interior. This time of morning it was empty, just the way she wanted it. Turning right, she opened the door to the tack room, thrust Loki through it, and shut it firmly at her back.

His eyes were confused, a frown furrowing his brow. He stood, hip cocked and arms crossed over his chest, the overhead light causing the sweat on his skin to glisten.

“Fuck it!” she hissed and threw herself at him.

Lauren's arms went around his neck as her body slammed full force into Loki's. She thrust her hands into his hair while sealing their mouths together on a wanton moan. Licking his lips, she begged entrance, and delved deep when he granted her wish.

Twisting her tongue around his, she stroked it, coaxed it into following hers, sucking on it when it swept into her mouth. She’d shocked him into temporary stillness, but when his brain kicked back in, she found herself lifted up to straddle one of the flat racing saddles.

She tugged on his hair and moaned. Then, arching his throat back, she sucked on his Adam’s apple, his moan like music to her. She drew one hand down his throat to the ties of his tunic, jerked the lacing free, leaned forward, and licked a line straight up his sternum. Fire exploded on her taste buds.

“My God! Why do you always taste so good?” she groaned against him, flicking her tongue over his exposed skin.

He jerked her head up and took her mouth. Kissed, licked, and nipped her lips, driving her wild. His hands were everywhere. Caressing her back. Clutching her shoulders. Kneading her breasts. Stroking her thighs. When his fingers delved beneath the hem of her flowing green top and sank down the front of her pants, Lauren could only whine in surprised pleasure.

His lips left hers and skimmed back to her ear where he whispered, “You seem to be in need, my Valkyrie. Is Valhalla calling? Do you need to see it a second time?”

Rocking into the fingers sliding through her folds, Lauren begged, “Please, please, Loki!”

“What has you so aroused, my love? The taming of a wild creature?”

His finger skidded over her clit. “Ah! … clothes…” she managed to breathe out. “You look… so sexy…”

She felt herself being dragged forward, so she was barely perched on the saddle. Legs parted, dangling, unable to reach the ground, she was held there by the strength of his hands alone and gripped his shirt and the back of his neck. Lauren shivered. The delicious burn from before was growing in her belly again. When his finger began to circle, she tipped her head back and cried out.

“So, you like my garments enough to drag me into the closest room and have your way with me? I must remember that, darling.”

His laughter was dark, sensual. It skated across her skin like velvet. Unable to answer his teasing, she wrapped her legs at his waist, shifted her hands to the saddle tree behind her, and arched into his fingers.

The zipper tore as her fly came open from the sudden wrenching removal of Loki’s hand.

Gasping in disappointment, she looked down the arch of her torso, breasts thrust up, and found a hungry wolf staring back. The man before her had never looked more like a conquering war god then he did right this instant.

“Please,” she whispered, the ache inside her stronger than the last time.

“Would you seek to take what I offer freely?” His eyes appeared green with his change of attire, glowing with lust and warning. He wanted her to obey him, allow him to lead. It irritated him she’d tried to rush things. She could see it all so clearly in that piercing gaze.

Slowly, Lauren lowered her butt back to the saddle, and unlocked her legs from his hips. But when she tried to move her hands, bring them back around to touch him, she found them bound together at her back and looked at him curiously.

“Good girls get to touch, to taste. Naughty girls get their hands tied.”

Her nerves must have shown on her face for he leaned forward and kissed her softly. It was a lingering kiss, one that saw her relaxing into his mouth.

“There, my sweet. Nothing to fear. Only small games and great pleasure,” Loki murmured against her lips. “Now.” His fingers skimmed up her thigh. “Let me please you, elskan mín.”

Then they were again delving within the confines of her underwear, stroking over her mound and curls, tracing her core with extreme care. It made her sigh and arch back, her throat straining to contain her cry of delight. Teeth closed over her pulse, sucked and licked. A fingertip pressed between her lips and circled her swollen jewel.

He scooted her forward again, keeping her dangling, fingers stroking, stroking, stroking. The burn in her belly was growing, and Lauren shuddered.

“Please, oh, please! I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”

“Such a pretty mouth,” he said, passing his lips over hers. “You are a treasure. Beg for me?”

“Please, Loki. Please let me come!”

“Oh, darling! How delectable. You will end me with how perfect you are. Elskan mín, come for me.” His fingers slid inside her and thrust up only once.

Her core clenched and squeezed around his fingers, and Lauren moaned. Her mind went white as pleasure unimaginable rent her from her body into a state of total bliss. Ecstasy burned every nerve inside her, and all the while his gentle touch continued to pet and stroke.

When the throbbing orgasm finally slowed, she slumped over and leaned against Loki.

“That’s two, my sweet.”

His tone was smug, his smile content, but all Lauren could think was, "How will I survive six more rounds?" And if he could do all this with only his hands, how would she ever survive actually sleeping with him?

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The politics are the cough. the disease is flooding to chase the trend of personal brand building. Events and confusing communities and arguably the arrangement of the direct market itself. No simplicity and lots of expense with shakeup one after the other.

And some transparently business or out of story disrupting existing (in humans versus mutants)

Starting Marvel, as an example, is harder than figuring out where to come in on the Fate series. I mention this because Comics are often compared to manga and yet however convoluted in silly may get for the most part you buy one collection, or let's not kid ourselves pirate, or wait until an animated adaptation comes out realize that it's pretty much faithful, go back to the core comic and so long as you start from the beginning you can follow to the end. Even if it's based off of a visual novel chances are everything will progress from beginning to end. It's usually when that models messed up with that something becomes destructive and difficult to follow or deal.

Unlike with manga where if you're having trouble following where to start with, like the Fate series, you can at least enjoy the latest Nasu verse offering. especially if you can turn your brain off and just engage with one example. Or if you don't want to deal with that you can just go to an entirely different property from a similar publisher that scratches a similar itch.

Like the premise of America Chavez buts I think she did it wrong? Well it's not like you can just switch over to Champions because that's a mess as well along with Miles Morales Spider-Man and ms. Marvel or spider woman.

it's expensive, patchy, filled with all sorts of weird continuity that you end up having to buy just to start. As such only the dedicated fanbase could possibly tolerate it but that also is exclusive in the sense that it's so to them with a history that it feels kind of off-putting.

I like the comicsgate comics I have heard of. I can also understand why we try to move away from that. Such as very obvious p*** tracing. And so on. Yes supposed diversity has basically led to a similar story of we're here now we're going to f*** the status quo too strongly relating to the audience or the author's pandering.

But it's not just they're going to have a trans person in an announcement. Which is a pretty major character trait I imagine that they want to talk about that or include it in the announcement.

the discontinuity does not help you build upsetting characters characterization and Circumstance. This is what I mean you're following themes story and events building to something then a new author will come in and he or she will wreck all that up so that they can go in an entirely different direction. Okay maybe you don't like the homosexual overtones of Eddie Brock and Venom. Maybe you want to stick it to all the slash shippers on Tumblr. But they've been the people who been following the comic and there's been a multi-year build up with sleeper, Eddie Brock and Venom's son.

going no now Eddy has a son he doesn't know about. oh and he was in the car that killed a child and him and Venom hate each other? Basically says f*** that other story we're going back to this story because I liked it better when I was young and I like it this way. And this kind of hostility is constant with every Changing of the Guard which can happen almost every two to three years. This keeps happening right when things are starting to get good or conclusion is reached. this undermines any death any major event or twist especially when it's in the headlines as if it's going to be meaningful

we can't even engaged in the illusion that someone has a plan charting something out when it feels like it's always fly by the seat of the pants the slightest whim can blow off the direction. We know in our conscious nothing that happens matters or at the very least when things end and we don't move on to something else then realize that there was a change but it seems seamless. Or at the very least it's a damn good seem that makes a very likeable and unique and distinct quilt. Again comparing and contrasting with manga

basically constantly ragging on the Politics as if that's what's causing the problem as opposed to Poor practices is off. yeah the customer service is definitely a no-go. But let's not kid ourselves Fanboys started it

I can straight up say that if you had a book that was straight up gay. like it starred the gay couple that once was Rescued by Captain America including his childhood hero And they were joined by the gender-bending exiled courtesan. you know those girls that always hang around in the background of Thor comics and everybody talks about winching and all that stuff? What if we actually focus on one of them and we threw in some mythological deviant queerness with the idea that men who practiced a certain form of Witchcraft had to be ladies. Now in practice this often meant anything from cross-dressing to performing ceremonies with a freaking dildo. But this is Comics so instead I can just go with the idea that after he uses magic so much he can turn or does turn into a lady. At first it's inadvertent but then he Masters the power so much that can transform into any lady. So he can go from weak little nerdy witch man to a Vanir (super durable pretty strong) or she giant.

It gets even more so when apparently he can change not just to a generic woman but any specific one. so he can literally clone an individual lady alive or dead. If she's dead you can act as a vessel for her soul so effectively while he might be booted deep within he can resurrect anyone's female loved one. Until changes back. The Twist is that while he won a beauty contest to be one of Odin's many many side pieces due to the politics and sociology of the time and the setup Odin didn't like admitting that they were both men or equals. Now the crossdressing courtesan isnt necessarily the nicest person. In fact the number one thing that characterizes him is that he hates the alpha male warrior culture or at least what he perceives of the negatives of it of Asgard. But that doesn't necessarily mean that he provides a good alternative. This will be a total retcon. not only would this make Odin effectively bisexual -although it's long since established that it seems like he's banged about so much he has had a child with everyone but his wife- but the idea that Loki and Thor grew up exposed to this weird gender-bending courtesan who tried to compete with the affections of their Queen Mother just so that that way he could get ahead and hated showing the absolute loyalty and Devotion to Asgard seeking glory in battle and death as opposed to conniving Gatling favor and trolling for booty while having to serve drinks for the Warriors that came by and were celebrated in the castle Hall.

Probably make up all sorts of relationships with other lesser-known Danny's that haven't been as much part of Marvel Thor but are important or at least well-known for the tradition. I would also shamelessly ripoff @gumon and her take on Norse mythology. With giants that just naturally produce children whether male or female. anyway ignoring all the continuity just so I could bring in the mythology that I want I would have it so that he was ultimately exiled because he got set up on a failure assignment. He got assigned to the Blue Mountain the traveling planet or set of rocks now that was the home of one of the Warriors Three the blue guy well the guy who wears blue and looks kind of like Angus Khan

The entire point of this is to get a different eye view of the Marvel Universe. What was it like to be one of those disposable pin-up girls. What is the gay population in gay culture and gay people been doing and light of the world that's been invaded from the ground been in a Perpetual fight with remnants of terrorists from World War II. And of course how they've been in for you property and making their lives and how are they responding to the fact that New York finally recognizes their marriage and of course life in the Twilight years as a gay couple that's constantly facing mortality. Also with the usual hey I'm an immortal mystical being who's having to relearn how to be human after having lived a life with a God's but neither being loyal to them nor a particular loyal to my own people. Along with the issues of the shapeshifter gender Dynamics and identity and all other sort of things. Pretty damn gay book. But I read it

Kids like imitating what they see so ripping the idea that someone's going to take some of the more iconic X-Men looks and style themselves after them when they know that their mutant doesn't seem wrong. I like the idea that we're going to open with someone who manages an online community for mutants. I like the idea of Trailblazer I like the ladies thick and I like the fact that she has a more utility power that she's going to have to work with and around hopefully being clever though that backpack does run the risk of becoming the Omnitrix and having the solution for every problem that you need.

Basically I like the children of the atom a bit more than the whole lineup of the new Warriors. I think people really should give the characters a chance so if you're turned off by yet another set of incest siblings in Marvel ya no problem or argument here.

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