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not-regi-look-elsewhere · 1 year

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Trust the Golden Scales, They Know Best

masterlist & summary

pairing: loki x oc (sigrid hastain)

playlist: classical

a/n: please have mercy this is quite literally the first fanfiction i've ever posted ;--;

word count: 3.9k (guys im sorry)

Chapter One: Why was she so angry?

Contrary to popular belief, Sigrid was very glad that she was finally going to be returning home. She had never been the ungrateful type -- especially compared to her older sister, Arya -- so Sigrid’s furious outburst at the news of her family’s return to Asgard certainly was unexpected. Of course news spread around Asgard and the colonies, but Sigrid never expected the rumors to circle back to Omnipotent City, where she was studying.

But why did Sigrid have such a negative reaction? Her seething response truly didn’t encapsulate her feelings for the news she received. But now she was left to ponder her feelings as she anxiously braced herself for her mother’s livid welcoming.

Maybe it was because she didn’t want to be ripped away from her fantasyland in Omnipotent City -- face all of the responsibilities a woman of her Noble status should have done already. But Sigrid could easily justify that her studies in Omnipotent city were also a very important part in bettering the House of Hastain's reputation.

Sigrid was studying to be the next High Priestess of Justice. Of course, she was the top student, and next in line if anything were to happen to the current High Priestess. No High Priestess has ever been chosen to be the Goddess of Justice, but deep down in Sigrid’s pessimistic mind, she hoped that maybe she would.

She had been the youngest apprentice, yet had no difficulty being the best. To be frank, Sigrid had been an overachiever her entire life. Despite being younger than both princes, Sigrid had been in Thor’s lessons for as long as she could remember. This most definitely did not mean she was well-behaved or disciplined. Yes, Sigrid returned from lessons with shockingly perfect scores in one hand, but a distraught note from her mentor in the other.

Sigrid had nothing particularly against Asgard. She loved the people and missed her friends. But in Omnipotent City she was surrounded by compliments that fueled her ego and people that groveled at her talent. She noticed that she tended to be more outgoing and carefree in Omnipotent City. Although she disliked it, Sigrid felt like she needed to keep up with her role of the soft-spoken, intelligent twin, since her brother, Eindride, was so extroverted. Sigrid didn’t want to leave the place where she didn't have a reputation. She was allowed to be funny. She was allowed to be opinionated. She was allowed to make mistakes.

Maybe the reason she didn’t want to return was because she couldn’t bear to see both of her childhood friends tied together by the golden band on their finger. Runa and Hjalmar were wonderful people -- whom Sigrid cherished her time with -- but she felt an overwhelming sense of shame when she thought about moments that had happened with them in the past. Not because of anything Sigrid did per se, but because she felt she was the odd one out in the group. Sigrid felt so dense for not seeing how the two were significantly closer to each other than she had ever been with them. She felt embarrassed for tagging along and felt she was included out of pity.

But that wasn’t the main reason as to why Sigrid felt so shameful. The ugly truth was that she had fancied Hjalmar for the majority of her childhood. He saw her for who she truly was, an insecure little girl who was petrified of losing her reputation of overachievement. Hjalmar was the only person who could soothe her of these anxieties and make her feel like she was more than her mastery or her fierce intelligence.

Sigrid’s feelings for Hjalmar were long gone by now. The engagement letter she had gotten had been enough to put out the kindling of hope in her heart that maybe, just maybe, Runa’s and Hjalmar’s relationship would sadly fail. But nonetheless, she couldn’t shake the embarrassment when she and the newlyweds interacted.

Although both of these were valid reasons, the core issue was precisely the reason why she needed to come back to Asgard in the first place:

Arya’s wedding.

Arya had been the most beautiful out of the three. She had inherited her mother’s golden blonde hair and unblemished fair skin, as well as her father’s large brown doe eyes. Arya was petite, standing no taller than Sigrid’s shoulder. She had a thin yet hourglass body. A body that many men would kill for.

Logically, Arya decided to start her courting season as a late teenager -- much earlier than most. Unsurprisingly, hundreds of men decided to lunge at the opportunity. It was exhausting, seeing so many letters from countless Nobles across the realms, even some distant royalty. Predictably, Arya settled for nothing but the best. And that is exactly what she got.

Arya was engaged to be wed to the First Prince of Asgard, Thor, son of Odin.

This infuriated Sigrid, but not because she was jealous of Arya’s engagement (well kind of). She hadn’t been so angry when she got the news that Eindride was getting married several years prior. Sigrid was angry because she was going to be that much more pressured by her mother to enter her own courting season. Sigrid was past the age to start seeking a husband, and this drove her mother mad. Sigrid would be pestered by her mother in every letter with questions like: Have you met any young men? No nice young gods that fancy you? I can’t believe all of your friends are engaged to be wed; this is a sign that you ought to find a young scholar that treats you well. I am quite sure you’re not looking hard enough.

Sigrid knew deep in her heart that if she ever started a season, all of the suitors would be the men that Arya rejected. The suitors that were infatuated with Arya. The suitors that traveled across the nine realms to bask in Arya’s beauty, the suitors that never gave Sigrid a second look when they visited their home. The suitors who came to ask for Sigrid’s hand would have Arya in their minds instead. Those suitors would marry her to get closer to her unattainable sister. Sigrid was much too weak to let that happen.

Sigrid was the exact opposite of Arya. She towered over Arya, almost reaching the height of Arya’s future husband. The last time she remembered, Sigrid was only a couple inches shorter than Thor. She had a curvier figure as well. Her arms and legs were muscle-bound, and her hips were much too wide. Her hair was impressively black excluding the two stark white stripes stemming from her temples. She had fair skin that was littered with freckles all over her body.

Suffice to say, Sigrid did not find herself to be beautiful. She tried to convince herself that she had accepted it and moved on, that she has more facets that make her a good person, a good wife. Though, all of it was in vain because, alas, she was still jealous of her sister’s stunning.

The most embarrassing reason Sigrid had been so disheartened by the news of their union was because she had a fleeting dream that maybe, in an ideal world, she could end up marrying the second prince. She knew it was delusional. Sigrid knew for a fact that Prince Loki had never given her a second glance at the celebrations they had both attended (which were multiple).

What added to his appeal was the fear she had of him. Sigrid was well aware of Loki’s reputation of being a liar and cheat. In her deranged fantasy, she was the exception. She was the woman Loki stayed loyal to. Sigrid alone longed to be the one person who made him change. She knew that her reverie was absolutely impossible, but the fact that Arya and Thor were to be wed just put the nail in the coffin.

“Excuse me, your grace,” a young servant appeared in front of Sigrid, then bowed. “Heimdall has arrived.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“HOW BLOODY DARE YOU COME BACK HERE AND SHOW YOUR FACE IN FRONT OF ME?! AFTER THE ABOMINATION OF A LETTER YOU SENT BACK!” Sigrid’s mother stomped her miniscule frame through the hallway, startling several of the many maidservants littered throughout the palace.

“No-Now Magnhild!” Sigrid’s father -- a man of an impressive stature -- stumbled along behind the tiny deranged woman. “Please, darling, calm down. We’re in the palace!”

“Ragnar, your daughter is VERY, VERY LUCKY to be inside this GODDAMN PALACE RIGHT NOW!” Magnhild whipped her head back and forth between Sigrid and her father.

Sigrid could only blink and stare at her mother’s furious outburst. But that didn’t stop her from finding amusement in seeing her distressed father scurrying behind her livid mother.

Duke Ragnar Hastain was an unimaginably large man. Not only was he seven feet tall, he was 300 pounds of pure muscle. Ragnar was capable of crushing a watermelon in between his forearm and bicep. His tanned skin was roughened and scarred by the countless battles he had been in. Several of these scars stretched across his face and left small jagged edges in his long black beard. His multi-toned salt-pepper-hair was always tied in a half bun at the back of his head.

On the contrary, Duchess Magnhild Hastain was shorter than Arya. most would say that Arya came out as a carbon copy of her mother, but Sigrid didn’t agree. Yes, both Arya and Magnhild had golden blonde hair and fair skin, but Magnhild’s eyes were a sharp shade of icy teal. In fact, every single feature of Magnhild’s was sharp. Her cheekbones, jawline, nose, even collarbones, looked as if they were chiseled from marble.

“Siiri,” Ragnar placed his large hands on Magnhild’s dainty shoulders and exhaled, “it's so great to see you, my dear.”

A moment of silence passed.

Magnhild took a shaky breath and tightened her mouth. Not a fleeting moment later, she clung onto Sigrid and proceeded to bawl her eyes out.

“Siiri,” Magnhild wailed, “we missed you so much--” she let out a few strangled hiccups, “--w-we are so proud of you-you,” she cried, leading into another wail.

“Mama,” Sigrid squeezed Magnhild back, “I missed both of you exceptionally.” She pulled away from her mother slightly, rubbing her back as a pitiful attempt at comforting her. “To make you feel better, I brought plenty of gifts.”

Magnhild widened her eyes, “Y-you,” she sniffled, “you didn't have to bring us anythi--”

“--No, no, no, thank you so much, Siiri dear,” Ragnar interjected and approached Sigrid.

Magnild released Sigrid, sniffling and putting her hands on her flushed cheeks in efforts to cool them down. Ragnar then wrapped his large arms around Sigrid.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he mumbled.

Sigrid tried her best to not break down like her mother had done only a few moments before. Luckily, Ragnar let her go soon enough. The only thing that Omnipotent City didn't have was a way to spend time with her father.

It was obvious that Sigrid loved her father. Not to say that she didn’t love her mother, but it was apparent that she fared far better with Ragnar. Ever since Sigrid was young, Ragnar would sneak her into his office so she could help him with paperwork. At first he brought her in only for company, but Sigrid had never been able to sit still. The only thing Ragnar could do to ease her inquisitive nature was to let her do some of the work herself. Sigrid most likely spent years in that office with her father. So abandoning that cherished tradition so abruptly when she left for Omnipotent City was overwhelmingly painful.

But alas, Sigrid was back home, with her father. She took a deep breath, which seemed to soothe her emotions.

“Alright then," Magnhild rolled back her shoulders and looked out the clear window. The sky was turning purple. “You ought to move along, Siiri. The banquet dinner begins in all but three hours. Make certain you look your very best for the Royal Family. Oh, and put on that beautiful red dress, will you? The one with the pretty gold details.”

Magnhild sighed, wiping a stray tear off of her rosy cheek. She took in Sigrid from afar, then reached up and cupped Sigrid’s face into her hands.

“I love you so much, my dear.”

Magnhild’s hand suddenly became much firmer, squeezing Sigrid’s cheeks so hard it puckered her lips:

“But just to be clear,” she spoke quietly through her teeth, “I am still very angry at you.”

Sigrid managed to utter a panicked “yesh mama” in her mother’s iron grip. Magnhild hummed in response, offered Sigrid a curt nod, and released Sigrid’s poor face.

Magnhild lifted her gray dress and walked briskly past Sigrid. Ragnar gave Sigrid a knowing smile and gave her shoulder two hearty pats as he followed his beautiful wife. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Arya’s welcome had been significantly worse than Magnhild's. She was already fuming and was riling herself up to yell at Sigrid. How dare she not congratulate her on such a momentous day? Thankfully, Arya and Sigrid had gotten over their screaming match fairly quickly.

Soon after that, Sigrid began preparing herself for the banquet. She sat down on her vanity and started doing her own makeup. Sigrid felt as if the maidservants -- no matter how skilled -- could never figure out how to execute her makeup just right. Same with her hair, though she did count on them to aid her with more complex styles.

Suddenly, she heard the large door at the entrance swing open.

Arya rushed into Sigrid’s temporary chambers. “Sid, Sid, Sid, can you please do my hair? You know, the pretty braids? The ones you do so well?”

To Sigrid’s dismay, a concerning amount of maidservants flooded into her room. She felt she had no need for this absurd amount of servants. It was far too much to keep track of.

“Oh my god, Arya, get one of the millions of maids to do them for you,” Sigrid groaned distractedly. She had been attempting to do her eyeliner before Arya and her gaggle of maids entered her room. Sigrid had to clean her face and attempt the line again.

“Pleeease,” Arya bounced up and down on her heels next to Sigrid’s vanity, “they don’t do it like you do. You know that.”

“Girl, I also have to do my hair. And it takes more time since I do it myself.”

“Ugh fine,” Arya turned to leave the room, “but I’m getting ready in here.”

“I don’t know what I feel currently. I’m ecstatic, of course. Thor is the best husband anyone could possibly get. Despite that, I just can’t seem to shake this feeling of dread I have. What if I fail?” Arya fiddled with her rings nervously, “What if I mess up during this banquet and he calls off the wedding? ”

“Arya, don't be ridiculous. Of course he’s going to like you. He’s the one that chose you. In theory, he ought to be the one who has to win you over.” Sigrid noted as she was walking down the vast golden hallways, lit with torches high up over their heads.

It was completely dark outside. Two guards were a few paces in front of them, guiding them to the throne room, where the Hastains would be formally introduced. The ceilings of the palace were so far up that it looked distorted from Sigrid's point of view. Although there was a draft that entered from in between the towering columns, Sigrid didn’t feel cold. Her dress -- a deep red velvet gown decorated with thin gold spirals layered over a silk golden dress-- had a high neck and tight long sleeves.

“My god, it’s so fucking cold.” Arya said as she crossed her arms.

“Well nobody forced you to wear that dress.” Sigrid quipped, just to tease Arya.

“Shut up.”

“No.”

“...”

A silence fell between them. All Sigrid heard was the clinking of the guards’ golden armor.

Sigrid was nervous as well. As well as a mix of burning curiosity. Has Loki changed in the past few years? Undoubtedly he did, but she was so intrigued to see what he looked like. But what if she fumbled? Did something embarrassing in front of the Second Prince? Sigrid's biggest fear was to leave a bad, or worse, embarrassing first impression.

Sigrid took a deep breath, ”You’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.”

“Do you think Thor is nervous too?” Arya asked.

“Not one fucking bit.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Psst,” Eindride whispered, poking Sigrid’s ribs.

Sigrid gave no response. Her eyes bore into the golden doors directly in front of her. Two guards, in their golden garb, stood straight, one hand holding one door hinge, the other clasping a gilded spear.

“Sid.”

He jabbed.

“Sid.”

He jabbed once more.

“Sid.”

He jabbed again.

“Hey Sid.”

He kept repeating, over and over again.

Sigrid just couldn’t anymore.

“Quit it.” Sigrid whipped her head around and slapped Eindride’s hand.

“Hi.” Eindride said.

Sigrid, fueled by annoyance, slapped the back of his head. Such a pressing matter to be discussed, she thought sarcastically.

“Ow!!” Eindride rubbed the back of his head.

“Sigrid!” Magnhild turned around, magically knowing that Sigrid had been the one that smacked Eindride. Her face was twisted in indignation, a sharp wrinkle appearing in between her thin eyebrows.

“Mama, he started it,” Sigrid whined, trying to reason with her mother.

“You be careful, Sigrid. You’re on thin fucking ice with me,” Magnhild warned through her pursed lips. Then she directed her attention towards both twins, “Now you best believe if either of you decide to pull that dense bullshit in that goddamn throne room,” she jabbed her finger towards the doors. “I won’t hesitate to smack some sense into you.”

“... yes mama,” The twins responded in tandem. Just the image of getting struck by her miniscule mother in Prince Loki’s presence filled her with embarrassment.

“I was just trying to give you a warm welcome, Sid,” Eindride whispered.

Sigrid rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

Quiet muffled voices traveled through the thick doors, most likely the royal family scurrying to their positions.

Abruptly, the voices stopped.

“May we, the Asgardian Royal Family, formally welcome the Duke Ragnar and the House of Hastain.”

On command, the guards heaved the doors open and proceeded to walk down the long hallway.

Instinctually, Sigrid followed. Back straight, neck elongated, arms gracefully placed above her navel.

As Sigrid was walking, she scanned the entire room, eyes moving from side to side, being sure she wasn’t moving her head. She tuned out the All-Father’s warm(ish) welcome and her father’s hearty response.

Unfortunately, when she reached the front of the throne room, she noticed she was just as tall as the guard next to her. She hunched her shoulders reflexively, to try and soothe the rush of shame that ran through her spine. The spine that was much too long. Luckily, the two guards left the Hastains before the throne to go stand in their far-off stations.

Now that she was closer to the throne, Sigrid could inspect the royalty in front of her.

Prince Loki stood tall and straight on the opposite side of the throne. His face was partially blocked by the horned helm settled on his head, but she could see his straight nose and sharp eyes peek through the front. He wore golden armor with panels that elongated his already broad shoulders. A green cape billowed down his back, making him seem significantly taller.

Sigrid had to pry her eyes away from him. Her stomach erupted into butterflies. He had become more attractive, and it made her nervous. She desperately tried to reason with herself; Loki would never pick a woman like her to be his wife, not a chance. But nonetheless, she felt her face flush.

Thank goodness she had to curtsy in front of the Royal Family; it would hide her panicked face perfectly.

As she got up, King Odin declared, “I welcome Duke Ragnar Hastain along with his wife, Duchess Magnhild Hastain, his daughter, Lady Arya Hastain, as well as his twins, Priestess Sigrid Hastain and General Eindride Hastain.”

Sigrid’s eyes widened. It had never occurred to her that her title would be said with her name. Hopefully her family would be quick to forget about it, but she braced herself for a plethora of nagging questions about it later at the banquet table.

“We express our gratitude for your graciousness, your Majesty,” Ragnar said, skimming over Sigrid’s new title. “All of us are quite excited to celebrate this holy matrimony in your revered palace.”

King Odin nodded stoically, “I am very glad you accepted our invitation.'' He outstretched an open hand towards Thor, “My son is truly ecstatic for the celebration.”

Thor nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes. Very.” He put up a thumbs up, “Truly.”

Sigrid couldn’t help but turn to Eindride, who was on the other end of the line, and share a smile. Thor got along with everyone. Although he was brash, arrogant, and impulsive, he was very endearing. He carried himself with a certain charm that worked with everyone he met. Although he lacked a sense of self-preservation, it meant that he was immensely optimistic.

Unbeknownst to Sigrid, Prince Loki had caught the smile. It was quick, so it took a few moments for him to process it. For some unknown reason, her smile intrigued him.

The King and Queen proceeded to talk to Magnhild and Ragnar, with occasional contributions from the happy couple. Sigrid’s mind was wandering all sorts of places. She wondered how many tiles there were on the mosaic ceiling — depicting the entire royal family. Then she looked over at Loki’s magnificent helm again. How much did that thing weigh? She gave silent props to Loki for standing there with such a head accessory for such a long time.

“Speaking of the celebration,” Queen Frigga added, “Prior to the ceremony, both the bride and groom-to-be will have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

“We appreciate that Sigrid volunteered to be their chaperone.”

Sigrid couldn’t hide the shock from her face. She had known immediately that this was her mother’s doing. What was Sigrid expecting? This was exactly something her mother would torture her with as punishment. But Sigrid had to give credit where credit was due; Magnhild knew how to concoct the perfect punishment for each and every one of her children.

“O-of course,” Sigrid said, flashing a strained smile.

“It would be her pleasure,” Maghild interjected, clasping Sigrid’s forearm.

Sigrid desperately turned to see what face Eindride made. His eyes were wide and his mouth was in a surprised smile. When Sigrid gave him a look of dread, Eindride looked like he was damn well about to piss himself. Then, when her face changed to alarm, he had to turn his head to not laugh out loud.

“Very well,” King Odin lifted his head, “Let us stall no longer, or the food will grow cold.”

As Sigrid was walking out of the throne room, she felt a hand on her back.

“Maybe you ought not to get angry in your next letter, my dear Siiri,” Magnhild whispered.

Sigrid scowled and wrinkled her nose in displeasure.

How could she not be angry now?

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Part 2

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lokiinmediasideblog · 11 months

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I am officially writing a VERY fucked up fanfic.

#dark!lokius #will definitely be a multichapter #i am depraved i know #and a sadist too #mcu!loki i am so sorry #but as my current blorbo you will be subjected to horrors

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Loki x Reader: Apocalypse - 15

ended kinda abruptly and forgot yesterday was friday, oh well! please comment, appreciate it very much

Toast settled in well to the school.

After several hours in the infirmary, you were deemed well enough to travel and sent back to the gymnasium. A section of hanging blankets was cordoned off for you and Loki and another pile of blankets within.

You eased onto the makeshift bed of blankets and let out a heavy sigh. Loki sat down, crossing his legs at the ankles and rested his hands on his knees.

“How long do you think we’ll stay here?”

“We can’t stay long.” Loki replied. He glanced in the direction of the spear.

The spear had caused a few odd looks among the local population, but Loki’s red eyes and armored exterior was enough to keep questions at bay.

You sat up and scooted over to Loki, wrapping you arm around his waist and leaning your head on his shoulder.

Loki’s face turned towards you, his red eyes falling on your face. Slowly, he leaned his head against yours.

“We have to meet up with Tony.” You murmured.

Loki nodded, his head rubbing against your hair.

You reached up idly, gently touching his cheek and smiled. “Pity we don’t have to huddle for warmth now.”

Loki chuckled. “I’m sure if we need to find reason…”

“I’m not complaining about being able to feel my toes though.” You wiggled your toes in your socks. Your boots sat by the break in the blankets, ready to be put on at a moment’s notice. Humming idly, you ran your hand up and down Loki’s side, smiling as your eyes drifted shut. “When this is over, we’re going to the beach.”

Loki looked up. “The beach.”

“I can’t remember what the saltwater felt like anymore, warm, and burning sand beneath my feet.”

“It’ll come to you.”

“When I close my eyes, all I see is ice, snow, the burning wind.” You trailed off with a heavy sigh. “What do you see?”

Loki glanced down at you, a touch of pink on his cheeks and he shook his head.

“What?”

“It’s silly.”

“Tell me.”

“I see you.”

A smile spread across your face and you wrapped your other arm around him. Hugging him tight, you squeezed him with all your strength. As though if you didn’t hold him tight enough, he might vanish.

The injury wasn’t terrible, all things considered. Now that you were warm, frostbite wasn’t a concern, and the cold had kept any diseases at bay. Which was also a wonder. It seemed even the bacteria struggled to survive in this weather.

So within two days, you were up and moving. Only a slight limp held you back, but even that was quickly fading as your strength returned.

You stood in the food line, holding up two bowls for the daily breakfast. One for you, the other for Loki.

Making your way back to your little room, you poked your head in to see if Loki was awake.

Lying face down, head on a pillow, he gripped the blankets. Fist clenching and unclenching in his sleep. His eyes were shut so tightly it looked painful. A soft whimper escaped.

You set the bowls down hastily, and knelt by his side. Placing a hand on his back, you began to stroke your fingers along his smooth skin. “Hey, Loki, shhh. It’s just a dream.”

Loki gasped, startling upright and looked around wildly.

“Loki, it’s me, hey!”

“We have to go.”

“Huh? What, why? My leg could still use a few more days of-“

“Now.” Green magic shimmered over him and he was fully dressed instantly.

You frowned but did as he said.

“I’ve been scrying in my dreams. Something is coming.”

“Slow down. What happened?”

As you spoke a scream filled the air and a bluster of cold wind rushed into the room. You spun around in horror, leaping to your feet as more screams quickly cut off. Heavy footsteps came running and you knew it could only be one thing.

Frost appeared in the doorway and you picked him up, stuffing him in your shirt. He cried out softly before staying put, body shaking.

You grabbed Loki’s hand and dragged him to his feet.

The footsteps were getting closer, as were the screams.

You peeked out through the gap in your blankets and saw people flurrying about.

“What’s happening?” You whispered, not able to comprehend what was coming.

“Frost giants.”

Ice spread across the floor of the gymnasium, the heaters dying. You bent down and grabbed the spear, grabbing Loki’s hand and dragged him towards the back set of doors of the gymnasium. There was an emergency exit in the gymnasium, but as people started making their way towards it, the door burst in and more frost giants appeared.

You turned down the hallway, handing the spear to Loki, gripping his hand tight, and your other holding at Toast.

This way and that, screams filled the air.

You could see frost giants outside as you ran past classrooms. They were blocking the major exits.

Finding a staircase, you ran up it, still tugging Loki along. He skittered and stumbled, trying to gauge the size of the steps in such quick succession.

Upstairs, the building was quiet. Distant screams rang from below. You slid into the nearest classroom and slammed the door shut.

Breathing deeply, you bent down and tried to catch your breath.

“We have to go back.” Loki hissed.

“We can’t.”

Loki looked around the room, searching for the door in distress. “We can’t just leave those people to die.”

“There’s too many of them, the frost giants, and the people. We can’t save them all.”

“We can save some.”

You shook your head, moving towards the windows. A drift of snow had built up to the second floor and you thrust one window open. Blistering cold wind blew in and you tugged up your scarf and hood.

Loki flinched at the cold, looking in your direction. Or perhaps in the direction of the cold.

“We have to go!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice low.

Wind blew in the room, spreading snow around.

Loki stood in the middle of the room, looking around. He was hesitating, searching for the door and yet unwilling to leave you alone.

Forcing him to decide, you ran back and grabbed his hand. You tugged him to the window so the two of you could crawl out.

Loki hesitated still.

Finally you pleaded in a soft whisper. “Loki. Please. We need to get the spear back to Tony.”

At last, he allowed you to tug him in the direction of the window and climb down.

Both of you slid down the massive drifts of snow, landing in a pile at the bottom. The two of you sank into the snow as you struggled to climb out.

Toast mewled in complaint and you whispered apologies to him, straightening up and brushing the snow from Loki’s hair.

Then the two of you began to struggle through the snow, heading back into the city. There had to be another shelter with phone service. The sooner you contacted Tony, the sooner you could figure out how to use the spear to stop this invasion.

#Loki x reader #Loki fanfic #reader insert #ficbit #multichapter

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drstrangefictions · 2 years

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What If... He Who Remains Could Send Frigg Lokidottir Home?

Chapter Three

Loki Laufeyson & Original Female Character

Word Count: 2K+

Spoilers: "Loki" Season 1; "What If...?" Season 1; "i don't want to be saved" fanwork

Basic Warnings + Trigger Warnings: Shenanigans! Like in an OOC way i think?

AO3: Link

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Frigg stood behind Loki, at a distance, and watched him interact with the mortal in need of assistance.

“A cat?” Loki sputtered. He spun on his heels and glared at his daughter. “This is my assignment? This is what you’re having me do?”

Frigg waved him off, offering no explanation. The plan was to keep that bit of information to herself until after Loki had completed an entire day of mundane, everyday hero tasks. She smiled at his distress about his assignment and leaned into the scepter, putting most of her weight on her right side.

“You’re enjoying this.” He mocked. He stared up the tree that the cat had scurried into hour earlier. “What’s the best way to go about this?” He glanced back at Frigg.

“You tell me, trainee.” She scrunched her nose and smiled. “You really only have two options. Non-magic and magic. Go from there.”

The mortal who had explained the situation to Loki stepped toward Frigg and crossed her arms. “You know, I feel bad for having to play pretend on this one. It’s one thing to live next to Steve and pretend to be a nurse, but this is just sad.”

Frigg nodded. “Well, it’s not very often that we, as superheroes, get calls for cats in trees. We have to make this up sometimes. And I think that’s the best start for Loki because he isn’t that good with people and you’re a professional agent. You can lie and you can handle him is he has an outburst.” She glanced over at Agent 22, despite her face being altered by the mask making her look like a civilian rather than the agent that Frigg has come to know, and lightly shrugged her shoulders. “That’s also not a cat, that’s Fury’s flerken, Goose. Goose is usually a sweetie.”

“That explains the mouth tentacles.” Agent 22 returned her attention to Loki who was using his magic to slowly approach the cat toward the top of the tree. “That isn’t the same flerken that took his eye, is it?”

“I believe so.” She said. She squinted up at Loki, trying to catch a glimpse at what he was doing and if he had reached the cat yet. “I hope Goose doesn’t try to beat up Loki.”

Agent 22 laughed. “Well, if that thing is as ruthless as you say…”

Frigg nodded and smiled. “Knock on wood. Oh, I think he’s got the flerken.” She peered up at Loki again. Her eyes widened at the sound of Goose hissing violently at Loki.

Loki yelped at the violent noise; he lost his concentration and came crashing down into the pavement. Goose landed on his chest and sauntered off of him toward Agent 22 and Frigg, rubbing up against both of them while narrowing his feline eyes at the God of Mischief.

“Well, that could have been worse.” Agent 22 muttered and scooped Goose up. “At least my precious Goose is alright.”

“Goose just needed a landing pad.” Frigg laughed. “Ah, are you alright down there?”

Loki slowly rolled onto his side and pushed himself up onto his knees. “How would you feel if you slammed into the pavement from that high?”

“Not the greatest.” Frigg inhaled through her teeth. “You’re a little bit more durable than most beings.” She sifted her weight back to both feet and slung her arm around the still standing scepter. She pulled an Avengers tablet out of a pocket dimension (she more than likely just opened a portal to the facility and yanked the tablet from Tony again). She logged in under her official credentials and opened up the training log for Loki. She checked off the ‘Cat Task’ and searched for something else that he could do in the same day.

Loki pulled himself to his feet. “I don’t think that was a cat.”

Agent 22 smiled at Frigg and Loki. “Thank you both.” She hurried away.

Frigg peered over her corrective lenses at Loki. “It was technically a flerken. He’s generally nonviolent.” She looked back down at the tablet in front of her. “A lot of these are going to be good deed acts; I want you to pick one.” She turned the tablet around and showed him the never-ending list of community service and good deeds.

He began skimming the list when a swarm of emergency vehicles drove past them. His head snapped in the direction that the emergency vehicles were headed. He quickly shoved the tablet into her chest and ran around the street corner to get an idea as to where they were headed.

“No, no, no, no. You’re not going to chase after them, you’re not prepared for Midgard emergencies!” Frigg followed him. “You don’t even know what the emergency is!” She grabbed at his leather coat, only to stumble forward because he had teleported himself early enough to evade being grabbed. She groaned and opened a small portal and tossed the tablet through it. She closed the portal and transported herself to the top of the nearest building in attempt to find her overly-eager-to-prove-himself father.

She spotted the vehicles a few blocks away from her; she slowly and worriedly floated toward the emergency. She landed just past the do-not-cross police barricade.

“Hey! You aren’t supposed to be this close!” One officer shouted.

“The structure is collapsing.” One officer said.

Distant chatter from remaining officers and firefighters turn into background noise.

“How many are still in there?” She asked quickly. “And did any wannabe heroes run inside?”

“One man ran inside.” The officer held his arms out.

Frigg looked around the officer. “That’s probably my idiot! Did he have mostly black and gold?” She pushed past the officer.

“That wasn’t Loki of Asgard, was it?” The officer asked.

She nodded. “Training to be an Avengers and this was not part of today’s itinerary.” She jogged up to the building but stopped and put up as many personal shields as she could before the burning building exploded. Many officers and fire fighters were still pushed back by the force of the explosion, Frigg herself was thrown back into the nearest firetruck.

She shook her head and looked up at the crumbling building. A fairly small figure jumped out of one of the third-floor windows with something in his arms. She flicked her arm out in his direction and encased him in a sheer green bubble; she brought them down slowly and released them once Loki’s feet touched the ground. Two shorter figures ran up to Loki and collected what was in his arms. The muttered their “thank you”s and were ushered away by paramedics on standby. Frigg stood up and brushed herself off as she walked toward her crazy old man.

“How was that for a good deed?” He asked.

“How was that?” She raised her voice slightly. “How was that? Absolutely insane. Reckless. You could’ve gotten yourself hurt and I have no doubt that pulled that stunt was bad for you, Frost Giant, I mean, look at what that did to you, you’re about as tall as me. Doing good things, saving lives, doing your part to preserve humanity isn’t about ‘look at me! I’m doing good things’! It’s about wanting to do good things, not recognition.” She smacked his arm.

Loki looked away from her. “What I did was out of line.” He paused and glanced over at the family he helped. “What would happen to those kids’ parents if I never went in and saved them?” He looked back at Frigg.

Frigg sighed in defeat. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. But running into a burning building is not something you and I can safely do, and you know this. You’ve got to get back to the Tower. Let the professionals finish up here, I’m begging you.”

Frigg pulled her horned helm away from her face, she turned it and stared at her reflection in the slim forehead covering. She looked back up and walked toward the freezer unit she and Tony had installed specifically for scenarios such as this one— Jötnar are not meant to be around intense heat, such temperatures can cause them to shrink rapidly, and that’s what happened to Loki. Had Frigg gone in after him, she would have suffered the same problem. Shrinking happens rapidly but recovering is rather… annoying.

While Loki was lock away in the freezer, Frigg was out leading her first Young Avengers “mission” in the skies (she was only in charge because Iron Heart and Iron Man were in Sokovia, Captain America’s protégé was in England with him, and Thor was off world). The defenses were left to Frigg, Kate Bishop, and Peter Parker (none of which wanted the responsibility of handling the situation called in by S.H.I.E.L.D., however with everyone gone there was little choice). With little time to call for more experienced Avengers, the three Young Avengers took it to the skies. Frigg teleported them into the middle of an all-out war between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Skrull fugitives. Frigg shuddered at the image of Kate nearly plummeting to her death from the Heli-Carrier, and she would have too if she didn’t catch her quick enough. Peter wasn’t doing his best in the skies. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were dropping like flies, and they were outnumbered. She was overwhelmed with fugitives, and she thought herself to be a powerful witch; at the same time, she was the only one on the side of S.H.I.E.L.D. at had magic abilities, everyone else was more scientific or brute.

They were extremely uncoordinated. Kate, Peter, and Frigg don’t always work together and when they do it’s a chore for some reason. She feels like they don’t listen to her when she needs them to do something, and they didn’t. Frigg was frustrated with being ignored, maybe they could’ve succeeded had the two other Young Avengers listened! She felt like she was the only one defending the Heli-Carrier. They were lucky to walk away from that alive…

She knocked on the door to the freezer. “It’s just me, wanted to check in on you.” Her voice was soft and melancholy. “And let you out.”

“Come in.” Loki’s muffled voice was heard.

Frigg turned the heavy lock and pulled the door open. “You’re looking better than the other day.” She slowly placed her horned helm back on her head.

“And you look like you’ve had a rough day.” Loki rubbed his hands together.

Frigg nodded. “Well, I can’t wait to tell you about it some other time.” She rubbed the palm of her hand. “If you’re feeling all right, I’d like to take you to the training grounds and train for something a little more real. I mean, I know you really don’t have to, you’ve got plenty of years on me for that sort of thing, and you don’t even have to do that today. You’re just getting out of recovery and all.” She rambled.

“Slow down.” Loki chuckled. “Let’s just go back upstairs and do something that these mortals consider normal.” He suggested.

Frigg nodded. “Right, right. If that’s the case, I’ll just watch TV until I pass out.” She shrugged her shoulders and stepped away from the door.

Loki stepped out of the freezer and closed the large door behind him. “It was kind of you to have Stark make this for us.”

“Correction: I made it with his permission and resources. He put in the bare minimum.” She pointed finger guns at Loki. “That TV isn’t going to watch itself.”

“So, what exactly happened today.” Loki followed Frigg toward the elevator.

She widened her eyes on fear and cleared her throat. “I may or may not have almost gotten myself and two Young Avengers killed.” She slipped into the elevator and repeatedly slammed her fist against the ‘close doors’ button.

Loki stood dumbfounded for a moment and only reacted when the doors started to close without him in the elevator. “You did what?”

“I’m not a good leader. Or maybe I am and everyone else is bad at listening.” She said.

“This is what these mortals call a ‘Training Ground’?” Loki stared at the back of Frigg’s head in disbelief. “This is just a very large, closed in space. Above us is nothing more than a place for an audience. Is this a joke?” He asked.

Frigg shook her head and looked up at the plexiglass that Loki was referring to. “That’s the control room. An audience may be up there but for the most part, that room is to control what you see down here. This is the mortal equivalent of the Mutant Danger Room—same concept, endless possibilities of threats and scenarios to handle, displayed by drones with illusion tech and real impact. So, I do recommend not getting hit, it will hurt. It’s an in-door training ground and it’s used for individuals like us—magic, powerful, those who are considered to be too dangerous to train outside. Captain America and similar mortals have the luxury of outdoor training; however, I don’t believe that type of training it as enriching. What are you fighting out there anyway? A stick with a mans face taped to it. In here you have virtually any- and everything.” She placed her hands on her hips and walked toward the far end of the in-door training grounds. “What would you like to face?”

“I can pick anything?” Loki asked.

“In simple words, because clearly that’s what you need, anything is game.” She stood in front of the elevator that was just barely noticeable because the door panels did not match with the panels of the wall surrounding it. “From Thanos to myself, or even you. You could pick your very own father as a threat to handle. The choice is yours unless you want me to pick your challenge for you.” The doors behind her opened up and she took one large step into the elevator.

Loki crossed his arms. “Give me my attack on New York.”

Frigg nodded as the elevator doors closed. “Good luck.”

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kaleidoscope-eyez · 8 months

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Sylki Fic Recs - August 2023

So, I finally decided to go through the Sylki tag on AO3 and pull out some of my personal favorite Sylki fics! I may have missed a few, but from now on, when people ask me for fic recs, I'm just going to point them right here!

These are pretty much in descending word count order, since that's how I sorted them on AO3. And I think I stopped around 2k words, so things that are less than that don't appear.

(Fair warning: I included some of my own on there, too.)

Enjoy!

Epic Length fics (+100k) – Rated G-T

As Long As You're Mine by Shoalsandsuch*

Welcome to Westview by KaleidoscopeEyez

Heal The Cracks Within My Heart by Chipper99*

Gone, I'm Gone by Shoalsandsuch

Epic Length Fics – Rated M-E

Love & Mischief by Sasquita

The (Mis)Match by Sasquita

skin on skin by Palmarion

Becoming who I was never meant to be (But did anyway) by overIndulgence

A Promise of Peace by neonheartbeat

From Jotunheim With Love by kytsos, Wonderchild90*

Medium Length Multichapters (Up to 100k) – Rated G-T

Baton Pass! (Round 4) - Collab

Of Love and Daggers by litladyloveshp*

Sweet Nothings by Shoalsandsuch

Frost Queen - Collab

Pets are a reflection of the soul by overIndulgence

The Search: A Domestic Adventure by IngridGradient

Life is beautiful by Korsarri, Madam_Violet

Love Child by KaleidoscopeEyez

The Race To Your Heart by navy_bushes

Sylki Advent Calendar (Baton Pass! Round 3) - Collab

Fire & Gasoline by BeanBarn*

The Lost Goddess by KaleidoscopeEyez

Vivaldi Doesn't Square Dance by LunarDust, preserumping

Somewhere Only We Know by KaleidoscopeEyez

Sylvie and The Beast - Collab

To Make a Heart Whole by Adrift_in_thyme, Aritou

Rotational Symmetry by Neolights, PinkCanary

Delicate by Shoalsandsuch

Loki Actually by Padawan_Writer

Adventures in Lokisitting by KaleidoscopeEyez*

Our Shared Eternity - Collab

Medium Length Multichapters (Up to 100k) – Rated M-E

How Sweet It Is by Wonderchild90

Frost and Flame by professnerdiness

Into the half light (and through the flame) by BrightBlackTrees

RE: ARRANGEMENT by neonheartbeat

Wherever You Are by Aevianya

We'll Find A Way by professnerdiness

By the Glow of the Rune by IngridGradient

The Providence We Create by amadness2method (CynSyn), overIndulgence

Perfect Partners by variant001*

Roots and Branches by PinkCanary

Like the Moon Needs Poetry by IngridGradient

Wings - Collab

Not as planned by StrangeNoise*

Seconds from destiny by PicassoPickle

An Heir And A Spare (The Extended Version) by nostalgia

Foundations by BumbleHumbleBee

The Edge of Disaster by PinkCanary

and when you start to feel the rush (a crimson headache, aching blush) by Palmarion

No Prisoners by preserumping

the right kind of madness by Palmarion

Technicolor Dreams by kytsos, Wonderchild90

We're Screwed by kimikokun

Sylki in Suburbia by The_Hourglass_Muse

The strangest power of all by StrangeNoise

Letters to my Beloved by AndySkull

drunk on you by Palmarion*

Concept Art by IngridGradient

The Learning Curve by kytsos*

To Be Felled by You by D_A_Cullum

Torn in Two by UnderwaterArch*

A Marriage Between Realms by professnerdiness

Back to Lamentis by TTerran*

Candy Crush by kytsos, Wonderchild90

i guess that's love (i can't pretend) by Palmarion

The Perfect Lie by Padawan_Writer

The Isle of Mists by preserumping

When I'm around you by AndySkull

One-Shots – Rated G-T

Bright Purpose by daggerlovie

second nature by neonheartbeat

Cravings by KaleidoscopeEyez

Fire in the Sky by KaleidoscopeEyez

Bleeding Hearts by Eithniel, KaleidoscopeEyez

Eyes by daggerlovie

The Loki Trap by KaleidoscopeEyez

10,000 Unhappy Meals by UnderwaterArch

all in the golden afternoon by Palmarion

Lamentis-1, 2077: A Return by KaleidoscopeEyez

Time Keeps on Slippin' (Into the Future) by KaleidoscopeEyez

One-Shots – Rated M-E

Insatiable by catalystcomet

slow (how you wanted it to be) by PinkCanary

the word of your body by Palmarion

Crammed by catalystcomet

but you never go away (so I guess I gotta stay) by PinkCanary

The Prince, the Princess, and the Dozen Cupcakes by KaleidoscopeEyez

* Denotes an unfinished/ongoing fic

#sylki #loki x sylvie #sylki fanfiction #sylki fanfic #sylvie x loki #sylvie #lovie #sylvie laufeydottir #lovedaggers #fic recs #sylki fic #loki fanfic #loki series

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Loki x Reader (18+minors DNI)

Genres- Fluff--Smut--Angst--Humor

*also, I do not and will not give permission for any of my writing to be copied, pasted or shared anywhere other then here. Please, just don't.

Thank you guys so much for reading and reblogging, it means the world to me!!! Masterlist is updated as I write, so everything is here 😁 I have recently started requests, I love doing them but they take some time so bear with me. I adore comments and reblogs, I just love hearing from you guys!! Thanks again so much, and remember, this is an 18+ blog, minors DNI! Please assume that my writings are 18+.

*Requests now open!!!!!!!!!!

Multichapter Fics-

Not Meant To Be......(completed)

Cold As Ice......(completed)

Lost and Found.....(completed)

Frozen hearts.......(completed)

The Prince and the God..(completed)

Secrets.......(completed)

Eternity........(completed)

Tale as Old as Time......(completed)

The Proposal.........(completed)

Loki's Di-llama.....(completed)

Long Live The King.....(completed)

The Michevious adventures of Lokitty....(ongoing)

Chocolate and Promises.....(completed)

Blue Dhalia........(completed)

Forget Me Not.......(completed)

Life Lessons........(completed)

Get Out.........(completed)

True Love Lost.........(completed)

Courting Disaster........(completed)

Her Romeo.....(completed)

In My Shoes....(in Progress)

One Shots-

Angsty one-shots-

Fluffy one-shots-

Smutty One-shots-

Thor fics-

Worthy (in progress)

Gilded Cage

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boop-le-snoot · 1 year

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welcome to

⚡ Welcome to Bun's Cockstop! This is a place where I thirst over cute dirty old men! Most of my works can also be found on AO3 (here).

⚡ My name is Bun/Bunny. I go by any pronouns.

⚡ I do not write RPF (real person fiction). That said, any kind of drama mongering, moral policing and other purity culture bullshit is not welcome on my blog. At best, I will block you; if you annoy me enough, I just might be inclined to prove your opinion wrong (with citations).

⚡ I am pro-ship, pro-dark!fic, I think sex work is work, I don't support communism (and Russia! seriously, GTFO) and I support the death penalty for crimes against children. If you find yourself wanting to argue w/me about these topics, don't waste our time and block me.

⚡ I communicate in English and Russian and understand several more assorted languages. Don't be shy and say hello 😌 This is my Spotify <3 😌

⚡ My blog is meant for an adult audience. It will contain topics such as sex and various kinks, drugs, trauma, queer stuff and lots of rock-'n'-roll. All the things I post are tagged accordingly, therefore it is your responsibility to block the tags/blacklist the content you do not wish to see. You choose the content you consume & I am not here to babysit.

⚡ a post with fic author recs for stephen-tony-bruce

⚡ masterlist below spoiler ⚡

stories marked with an asterisk* contain adult content

⚡ multichapter fics ⚡

party favours [AO3 link] | tony stark x bruce banner x stephen strange x reader ot4) | explicit | ~120k words | completed

practical alchemy [AO3 link] | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus)

black dog [AO3 link] | badass!reader x negan (twd) | explicit | in progress, 1/3 done

⚡one-shots⚡

helmut zemo | marmalade taffy* |

sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |

loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader)

natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |

wanda maximoff | caught |

bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |

thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |

otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |

steve rogers | it drives me wild* |

daryl dixon | cherry - part 1 - part 2* (coming soon) | untitled* | dirt* |

⚡ blurb series ⚡

daddy!ironstrange - daddy lessons* | part one | part two |

rickyl - part one*

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nekoamamori · 7 months

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Masterlist

Updated 9/11/2023

Loki - multichapter:

Loki and the Witchling - You are a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

Loki’s Witchlings (direct sequel to Loki and the Witchling)

Packless Monsters - You’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper Potts’ life.

The Sound of Silence - A mute Enhanced and Loki both move in to the Avengers tower on the same day.

The Witch’s Familiar - You’re a witch working with the team.Thor brings Loki to live at the Avenger’s tower after the events in New York. Problem is, Loki is in cat form and refuses to change back.

Winter’s Hearts - You’re a half-Jotun Valkyrie who has to live with the Avengers after helping them during a battle. Then Thor brings Loki to join the team. Can either of you thaw your frozen bruised hearts?

Monsters and Magic - You’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of vampires. Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody.

Soulbonds and Fairy Dust - One of the fae decides to help out the Avengers. But there is more to this aid than what it first appears.

Beauty and the Beast - Loki is trapped in Jotun form under a curse. Can blind Morgan Stark somehow be the key to helping him break it?

Exam Day - Imagine Loki walking you home after a long school day. - On hiatus

Giftless - You’re Tony Stark’s niece, living with the Avengers, but have no powers of her own. Loki, a former villain, joins the superhero team, claiming that he has reformed, but can he be trusted?

Gifted - Sequel to Giftless

Handcuffs - Imagine you get accidentally handcuffed to Loki

You Have Heart - Soulmate AU where the first words you hear your soulmate say are tattooed on your skin. The reader has the words “You have heart” tattooed on her and learns what those words mean when it’s Loki who says them.

Hidden Strength - During the battle of New York, Loki meets a remarkable young woman. What will happen when he meets her again while he’s serving penance on Midgard for his crimes?

Omega Mine - You’re an unclaimed Omega who comes to live and work in the Avengers’ tower due to your healing abilities and Omega qualities. You haven’t found your Alpha yet, but things start to change when you meet the mysterious Alpha and former villain: Loki.

Prince's Mate - Prince Loki of Asgard is expected to present as an Alpha. Things don't always end the way they're expected to, even before the Battle of New York makes things even more complicated

Loki x reader one shots:

Day at the Beach - The Avengers decide to take a day off at the beach.

Sick Little Jotun - Imagine when Loki is ill he shows his true form and is very insecure about it, but you comfort him

Imagine Braiding Loki’s Hair - Post mission with the avengers you get bored on the flight home and braid Loki’s hair.

Sleepless - Imagine not being able to sleep and wandering around in the Avengers Tower, but then Loki sees you and he reads you a book until you fall asleep in his arms and in the morning, the rest of the Avengers find you cuddling on the sofa.

Surprise - NSFW - Imagine Loki admitting he secretly enjoys being submissive and asking you to tie him up.

Loki and the Coffee - Loki messes with SHIELD’s coffee supply

Bored - NSFW - You’re Loki’s wife, Sigyn, and make the mistake of telling your husband that you’re bored one day. Though is it REALLY a mistake?

Heat - NSFW - Loki goes into a Jotun heat, and he’s absolutely terrified of what he might do to you, (Mortals being so fragile and all) so he does everything he can to protect you from himself

Prayer - NSFW - Imagine Loki can hear the prayers of his worshipers. And he decides to come answer yours in person.

The Ball - NSFW - Imagine Loki and Sigyn get bored at a feast on Asgard and decide to sneak off to enjoy each other instead

Shield’s Monster - NSFW - Imagine Jotun Loki in heat, chained to the wall in the basement because SHIELD don’t know how else to deal with him. You’re new, you go down, intrigued to see the ‘monster’ people are talking about. And you ‘accidentally’ set a really horny Jotun Loki loose…

Feels Like Death - Reader is on her period and miserable and Loki saves the day

Loki one shots:

The Courting of Lady Sigyn - Loki realizes he wants his friendship with Sigyn to become more

Too Much Mischief - NSFW - Sigyn gets called to teach her husband a lesson for causing too much mischief around the tower

Loki Other:

Of Numbers and Strange Friendships - Loki & Spiderman PLATONIC - Loki and Peter Parker somehow forge a friendship after one flippant comment. No one on the team quite understands how it happened. But it seems to do the god some good to have Peter as a friend.

Winter Soldier x OFC

Alpha and Omega - The Avengers rescue a werewolf from Hydra. Can she warm the Winter Soldier’s heart?

Captain America x reader:

Savior from Fangirls - Steve needs a date to a charity gala and you get voluntold to accompany him… despite of, or because of your crush

Friendly Face - You help Captain America as he’s fleeing from shield the day he wakes from the ice

Original works:

Child of Darkness - A vampire’s slave escapes and fights for her freedom.

Daughter of the Night (sequel to Child of Darkness)

Chosen - Shapeshifters are immune from becoming vampires. What will happen to Samantha when she suddenly finds herself Chosen?

#loki #fanfiction #loki odinson #Loki laufeyson

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