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donaweasley · 11 months

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I Will Find You (Part 01)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

It has been three years since Ragnarok; three years since the attack on the Statesman; three years since Loki, the love of her life, has gone. But a mysterious event tells her that he is back. Certainly! … Probably. But taking everything back to normal sometimes isn’t as simple as one might wish.

Warnings: Angst, mature themes, eventual smut in next part (with a happy ending).

Part 2 is complete! Read here!!

Read time: ~37 mins

Minors: DO NOT INTERACT! Please, sweeties, you’ll have your time for reading mature themes soon. It’s just not now. 🙂

"I will find you."

With a promising squeeze of her hand, he had repeated the words "I will" before pushing her further into the escape pod, and fading away into his usual green glow.

That was the last time (Y/N) had seen him, or even heard from him. That was on the Statesman. When the ship with Asgardian refugees was under attack, (Y/N) had wanted to stay back and fight, for she was the commander of the army under Loki's rule. But her king - the only one she had truly been loyal to - had ordered her to mind the safety of the people escaping to Earth.

"We Odinsons will handle it here," he had said with his usual confident smirk.

But, for the first time in her life, she could not trust her king. Her fear - or maybe it was her instincts - had told her otherwise.

Several months prior, when Loki used to sit unchallenged on the throne of Asgard, he had described to her, in confidence, the ruthlessness of Thanos's ambitions, the extent to which this Titan could go in order to fulfil his dreams. And he was not the least ashamed to confide in her that he was scared of him; that even the thought of that monster scraped chills down his spine.

Despite all these, Loki had gone off to fight him. To save his people. To save his brother. All (Y/N) could do was beg the Norns for his safe return.

But apparently, the Norns did not hear her pleas. Thor had returned but without his brother, without the love of (Y/N)'s life. Without her betrothed.

New Asgard was built and, even though it took a lot of emotional effort and time, the survivors had gradually started calling it home.

But not (Y/N). Her home had a heartbeat. It had a warm embrace and caresses of soothing lips. Her home had magic radiating from his fingers.

And it was all gone. She had no home now.

"Lady (Y/N)?"

A familiar deep voice pulled her out of her reverie. She looked up to find Thor's smiling face awaiting her. The once cheerful and flamboyant god's condition was no better than hers. The man who had once been the heartthrob of every lady in the city now hardly cared about his shabby looks or his health.

(Y/N) was seated on one of the many rocks on the shore where the sea often came by to cast a soothing hand. The crashing sound of the waves helped her to cut the noises in her head and drift off to a place where she and Loki were together… or could have been together.

Seeing Thor, she rose from her place and walked towards him, careful not to slip off the uneven surface.

"Prince Thor- Pardon me. My king!" She had only ever addressed one person as her one true king, and it was difficult for her to assign that title to someone else so soon.

"Please, lady (Y/N)," the new king replied, "you do not need to address me as your king. I am no king here. Besides, you and I have a stronger relationship than that. You are my sister. My brother's betrothed."

"Nonetheless, you are still-"

“(Y/N),” he interrupted her, “I’m not here to debate on some formalities. We are long past that … I hope we are. I … It hurts me and everyone else to see you fading away like this. I simply wanted to ask you to take care of yourself. It has been over three years now. He is not-” The words stuck in his throat like a sharp blade. “He’s not coming back,” Thor resumed in a softer, shaky tone. “You must move on. It-”

“Have you been able to move on?”

Her question took him by surprise.

“It is different for me,” he tried to justify himself.

“It is nothing different, Thor. You think you deserve a tragic life ahead because you were their king and his brother. Well, I was the one charged with protecting you all, in charge of protecting him. I failed.”

The last word came out in almost a sob.

“I knew he would end up doing something stupid,” she tried to hide her tears behind trembling hands, “and he did exactly that. Every time I thought I had lost him, he returned. I waited this time, too. And waited. Why did he not return, Thor? Why?”

The older Odinson could no longer hold his emotions back. As tears started staining his face, too, he took a few steps towards her until he wrapped her in his protective, brotherly embrace. She was the only family he was left with, and it broke him even more to see her break a little more every day.

“Be strong, sister,” he tried to console her, “our people need us,” and kissed the crown of her head.

When the grief subsided a little, they both walked back to the village, with tattered hopes that someday - maybe someday - things would get better, even if just a little.

Later that night, something unexpected happened. A man from the village came running to (Y/N)’s doorstep to inform her of a news that was going viral on the internet. Although stunned initially, she refused to believe him, waving it off as some Midgardian’s silly joke to gain attention. But when he showed her the videos that apparently many people across the northern borders of the country had posted, the hair at the back of her neck stood up.

Afraid that she might faint, she gripped the door frame tightly.

“Does the king know of it?” She asked the man who had once been a foot soldier under her command.

“Not yet. I thought you should be the first to know it.”

“Thank you, Axel! Thank you!!”

She rushed past the soldier and did not stop until she was able to bang her fist on Thor’s door.

When a tipsy Thor finally opened the door, he panicked upon seeing her breathless state and wild eyes. Like a burnt man who feared fire, his first assumption was that they were under attack again.

“Have you heard the news?” She panted.

“What news? What-What happened? Why are you-”

“People have observed a sudden spike, a sudden burst in the northern lights!”

Thor, who could make no sense of it, stared dumbfounded at her.

Steadying her thoughts, she tried to elaborate. “It looked like the lights suddenly rushed upwards with a strong force, as if they were being pulled by something powerful in the atmosphere. Or,” she paused, “more like someone was radiating a sudden burst of energy through the lights.”

She remained quiet for a while, allowing the other person to process her words.

“Do you not get it, Thor?”

She showed him the videos on Axel’s phone which she had grabbed on her way.

Finally, with eyes as wild as hers, Thor tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed. “Are you trying to imply that…”

“No matter how much they credit the Sun and the magnetic fields on this planet, we of all people know who created those magical lights,” a grin was cracking its way through her lips.

“If this true-”

“This is true!” She cut Thor off.

“Where?”

“All along the northern border of Norway. But they were the most powerful in Tromsø. The reports say that it lasted for about 4-5 minutes before the lights resumed their normal state.”

“We must leave. Now!”

“It would take almost 24 hours from here. I-I cannot believe… I…”

She seemed frantic. After all these years of waiting, of almost giving up hope, were her prayers finally heard? Burdened with a myriad of emotions, her knees gave way and she dropped to the floor, sobbing.

“(Y/N)!” Thor tried to help her up. “We must make haste. Let’s go.”

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The ride was long. But the years that it took for them to see even a tattered veil of hope was even longer. Loki was back. Probably. But indeed if he was back, why did he not try to communicate with (Y/N)? Was he alright? Where had he been all this time?

A cyclone of thoughts and questions had taken control of (Y/N)’s mind. The Norwegian countryside swept past her, but her vision was clouded by the hope and ecstasy of finding the man she loved once again, and by the doubts and fears that her mind conjured. As the cold night air nipped at her face, she was taken back to one of those beautiful nights in Asgard where the only fear that sometimes poked her was that of Loki’s disguise being discovered by someone. But with the sorcerer’s abilities, those anxieties eventually waned. Every single time.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A voice was calling her from a distance. A soft whisper. She could not locate the source of it but she knew that deep, soothing sound. Loki’s voice.

“(Y/N)!”

There it was again. But… It was too dark. Someone caressed the side of her head. She could not see who it was until…

“Loki!” (Y/N) opened her eyes to see her king hovering over her with a hand on her head.

“Forgive me, love, I never wished to pull you out of your sleep. You looked so ethereal! But this is important.”

“How did you get in here?”

Her question was met with a smirk and with a pair of eyes that almost spelled out the words for her: “You really did not ask that.”

“Oh!” She realised once the last traces of sleep evaporated.

“Now that you have realised, get up, darling. I have arranged a picnic!” Loki said excitedly.

“A picnic?” She was dumbfounded. “In the middle of the night?”

A slender finger rested on her lips. “Shh! Do you trust me or not?”

“With my life, yes, but I cannot say the same about your madness,” she suppressed the urge to chuckle.

Rolling his eyes, he ignored her comment. “Come now, get dressed,” Loki placed a folded fabric beside her pillow.

(Y/N) had eventually learned that it was hard to argue with the God of endless-surprises-up-his-sleeve. So, without pestering him with further questions, she took the gift and unfolded it, only to be mesmerised by what she saw.

It was dipped in the colours of the night: a dark shade of blue that could only be found on moonless nights, when the sky is anything but jewelled with solely the lights of distant stars. The lower half of the dress - the part that would probably extend beyond the knees - gradually descended into cascading folds of tulle, sprinkled with tiny stones that shone like faraway planets and stars. The back was designed in a deep V-shape that would travel to the small of her back while the length of the said tulle was longer on the backside than on the front, leaving the fabric looking as though the night sky had flowed down on it and would be proudly flowing behind her as she would walk.

“I love this, Loki, I do! But … this is a bit too much, is it not?” She announced with a small frown.

The king, who had made himself comfortable on a cosy chair, dismissed her statement. “You refuse to wear something lavish in front of your people, I do not protest that. But, the future queen of Asgard can certainly do her king a favour in private, can she not?”

How could she ever say no to his charms!

“And how are you supposed to declare me as the queen when people always see Odin sitting on the throne? Hmm? Do not ruin something that took years for you to build, Loki. I am your queen. Whether people know it or not, I do not care.”

“Love, I know you have a penchant for drama and overthinking but,” he crossed a leg over another, “I have a plan. I always do! So, cast your worries aside, and please, bless me with a view of you in that gown!”

“Are you simply going to sit there and stare or would you show some decency and turn around?” (Y/N) gently got off the bed and took the dress in hand.

“Darling, this is not the first time I would see you as you are, unhidden by some bland piece of fabric, that does nothing to compliment your beauty. Is it?”

“Are you suggesting that what I wear is hideous?” She narrowed her eyes threateningly.

“Of course not! But they are nothing compared to what lies beneath those. Are they?” His eyes travelled across her body as though he could already see what he was praising.

Shaking her head, but not without a soft laugh escaping her, she sauntered towards the bathroom.

“That I do not know, my love. But I am afraid that I must disappoint you this time.”

Before Loki could make another smart remark or could stop her, she closed the door. But what Loki did not did not know was the way he had already flustered her, how she had leaned against the closed door and laughed into the dress in her hand.

The only downside of being with the trickster was maintaining secrecy. To his subjects, he was Odin. The younger prince had supposedly died a valiant death while saving his brother. So, (Y/N) and Loki no longer got a chance to stroll through the woods, as they once loved to do, or to sit silently in the garden as the sun bid goodbye to the lands.

Loki teleported them both to the picnic spot, which turned out to be a small clearance in the hills. (Y/N) observed that the sky reflected the outfit that the king had chosen for his beloved.

“It is gorgeous…my king!” She gently squeezed his arm. “But a bit chilly, do you not think?”

Standing behind her, he purred in her ear, “I am here to keep you warm, my queen,” and gently grazed the skin on her shoulder up to her neck with his lips.

“If this was your plan, then we could have stayed in the comforts of my chamber,” she whispered through ragged breathing.

“But there is a different kind of magic beneath the open sky. Would you not agree?”

She broke away from his arms and turned to face him, “Have you brought me here, in the middle of a cold night, robbing me of my sleep, only to chit-chat and to try to seduce me into losing this dress?”

Loki’s eyes shone with mischief. “The last part, yes. But not before I show you something. And not before this.”

He extended his right arm and with an elegant wave of his fingers, a large rug emerged on the ground, with baskets of her favourite fruits and snacks, jugs and goblets of wine, accentuated with lamps and streaks of flowers.

“Shall we?” He offered her a hand.

“I love you!!” She did not take the hand but wrapped herself around him, gifting him with one of those emotional but passionate kisses that reminded them of the bond that they shared, and left them both thirsty for more.

Loki was not fooling around when he had said that he was there to keep her warm. The air had indeed changed from being cold to pleasantly cool. Sitting there on the cosy rug, she kept stealing glances at the man who had made her life so beautiful that, for the first time in years of her service as a soldier, she feared death. Life was beautiful ever since he had walked into it. It was one of those heart-warming yet adventurous stories that have people believing in the magic of love and of life. And there was no version of this story that involved anything or anyone other than Loki.

“Loki?”

The trickster was lying on his back, with his arms folded behind his head. (Y/N) found him staring at the sky with a hint of a smile toying on his thin lips. It was clear that he had sailed far away in his thoughts and into some warm island where his world was blessed with Spring.

“Hmm?” His eyebrows arched as he looked at the source of the voice that tugged him out of his rumination.

“Would you promise me something?” She asked softly.

“Anything, darling! Anything that does not involve the disappointment that you had thrown on me by shutting the doors of your bathroom on my face,” he answered with a sly grin.

Hitting his chest lightly, she resumed, “Please promise me that you would never stray away from me again. Under no circumstances. For I would not be able to live without you. I shall survive, yes. But my life would be as good as death.”

“What- Why are you saying these things, (Y/N)?” Loki sat up.

“You are always up to some mischief,” she explained. “Either that or you run off to some heroic act. You have no idea how I shatter every time you fake your…” The word was like a poison that she could not bring to her lips.

“I know, love, I know,” Loki wrapped an arm around her and brought her head down to rest on his shoulder. “Believe me, it hurts me just as well to even think of the misery that I had brought on you.”

“Whatever you do, Loki, promise to come back to me. Always. From even the farthest corner of the universe. Promise me.”

“I shall always come back to you, darling. Where else would I go? You are my home. I shall always find you.”

He sealed his promise with a loving kiss on her lips. Wiping fresh tears off her cheeks with his thumbs, his mouth conveyed all the feelings, all the unsaid things that even the Silvertongue did not know how to frame into words.

When they pulled away, Loki took her hand in his. “Remember I had said that I wish to show you something?”

She nodded with a smile.

“It is time!”

The confidence and the mystery radiating from him excited her. It was this thing about Loki that made her fall in love with him over and over again. He was a wise ruler who made sure that his people were safe and happy, an emotional lover who understood every depth of his partner, and a child who always had a spark for something new in his life.

“Lie down with me?” He asked softly.

“Is this another one of your tricks to-”

“No!” His protest made her break out into a hearty laugh. “No. I do think of things other than making love to you.”

“I was teasing you, you oaf!” She kissed his cheek amidst laughs. “Alright then,” she did as requested. “What is it that you wish to show me?”

Loki copied her action. As she gazed at the contour of his face, he raised his hands and gracefully moved his long fingers as if they were doing a dance of their own.

“I know I look ravishing but you will miss it all if you keep staring at me, my love,” his eyes were strained on the sky above as he spoke with a smirk. “Look above you.”

With a playful huff, she turned her head towards the zenith. And was she spellbound!

Above them, dancing in synchronisation with Loki’s fingers, were several folds of green glow - the kind that Loki’s magic produced but softer.

“Are those-?” She squeaked excitedly.

“Yes. Midgardians love them!” He stole a glance at her. “They once thought that it was the Bifrost. Now they say that it is their sun that is responsible for these. Fools!”

“They do not know the magic that is you,” (Y/N) whispered.

“Mother taught me how to create these. These were,” he sighed, “my first big gift to her as a student.”

She could not decide which was more mesmerising: the ballet of lights in the sky or their reflection on her trickster’s face that emanated a mix of happiness, pride and nostalgia.

“Why do you not adorn the sky here with these lights?” She turned sideways to face him, still captivated more by him than the lights.

“Father never liked them here,” the joy left his features. “Said these were a stain on the perfect Asgardian sky.”

“Well, we both know he was wrong,” she smiled, hoping that Loki would do the same but he simply shrugged.

“Do you have to keep working at them?” She asked.

“No, just for a little while,” he explained. “These cannot be seen by anyone else. Else they will know that I am here. They are only for our eyes.” The mischievous smile returned to his face.

“Good. When you are done, I want your fingers to work their magic on me. And on this dress,” she added in a gravelly voice.

“Who is seducing whom now?”

“I do not care!” She lay back to watch the captivating glow above. Her chest swelled with pride for Loki. He was undoubtedly the best sorcerer she had ever known about, and yet so underestimated. The ignorance of her people made her laugh inside.

“Neither do I,” Loki broke her chain of thoughts when he hovered over her and kissed her breath away.

Fingers that had once made those lights above dance, now danced nimbly on her skin as it deftly freed it of the gown. His own robes were, however, not so gracefully shed, for (Y/N) now lacked the patience which she once had when they had arrived at the woods. Loki’s mouth left a hot trail behind wherever it went while cool fingers soothed the path.

Indeed the open sky had a charm of its own. Walled from the rest of the world by a strong spell, beneath the dancing lights, they drowned in each other as the green lights above danced on their skins.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A hand gently shook her by the shoulder.

“We are here,” Thor stated.

Blinking, she looked outside the van. The green lights were gliding across the sky in harmony, casting their reflections on the duo.

Loki!

A voice inside her breathed the name.

“Let us spread out. We will ask the locals if they had seen anything or anyone unfamiliar yesterday when the spike occurred,” she instructed Thor as they stepped out of the vehicle.

The search was futile. Every person they asked knew only about the spike and nothing else. Not one soul could mention anything about any person who might have looked suspicious or out of the ordinary. Nothing.

“There is nothing to be found here, sister,” Thor mumbled. The poor man had finally found one thin streak of hope, and even that turned out to be false.

But the other person was adamant. “No. No, it cannot be… It cannot be a deadend. There has to be something. We must keep looking.”

“(Y/N), listen to me. If Loki was indeed here, wouldn’t he have come to us?”

But (Y/N) wasn’t listening to any logic. There had to be some mistake, she was sure of that. Something was certainly wrong. Her intuitions had never been wrong. And this time, they were stronger than ever.

Or was it just the illusion of a broken heart?

Rubbing her hands over her face, she was about to protest when a man called them.

“Hey, are you with that team of scientists who came yesterday?”

The sudden interference startled them.

“No, we’re-”

“No,” (Y/N) cut off Thor’s blunt confession, “we are not with them. But we are looking for some kind of pointer that would help us locate the cause of yesterday’s event.”

He eyed them suspiciously. “You don’t have any fancy equipment on you? The other guys looked like they came out of a sci-fi movie!”

“Sounds like S.H.I.E.L.D to me,” Thor whispered in (Y/N)’s ear.

“Well, I am afraid our team isn’t that rich yet,” (Y/N) quipped. “We’re on our own here for now. For basic research purposes.”

From the looks of the man, he sounded convinced this time. “Yeah, you may try the lake. I'd said the same thing to the other guys.”

“The lake?”

“Yeah. God knows what they have hidden in the waters. Should take you about,” he shrugged, “ten minutes from here.”

“Why the lake?” Thor enquired.

“You haven’t heard?” The man shifted amused glances between them. “That was where the real show was! I was nearby. That place … it still gives me the chills to think of the way those lights suddenly seemed to burst upwards! Thought it was the last day of my life!”

“Did you see anyone there? When it happened?” (Y/N) put a pin on his enthusiasm.

“No! Just me and my dog. We were returning from-”

“Thank you!” She pulled out a fifty Krone bill from her purse and handed it to the man. “Thank you so much! This is all we can offer.”

But the man held his hands up. “I don’t need your money! Thanks, anyway. And I must say, for a bunch of poor guys, you certainly are generous. They didn’t produce even a penny yesterday.”

She smiled. “I want you to keep it. Please. You do not know how much you have helped us.”

Reluctantly, the man took the note from her. “For science,” he said cheerfully.

“For science,” she nodded, and rushed back to the van with Thor by her side.

“If S.H.I.E.L.D is already there, then we won’t get a chance to set foot on the place,” Thor voiced his fears.

“I do not know what I will do,” she ran a nervous hand through her hair, messing it up even more. “I truly do not know! I just hope … We will find a way, Thor. We have come this far. We shall certainly find a way.”

Her energy lifted his spirits but at the same time, he was scared that her hopes might be burnt to ashes in case this was but just a cosmic event.

All the way, she kept placing different theories out before them.

“Maybe Loki was there. He can be invisible if he wants to. Maybe that is why that man did not see him… Maybe Loki was not here earlier. Maybe he was lost somewhere. And yesterday night he landed here, and something - I do not know - caused him to bring a change into those lights? … Perhaps he himself had an energy boost… But… why?”

“(Y/N),” Thor placed a hand on her knee, “calm down. Please. We are almost there.”

The place was indeed marked with S.H.I.E.L.D’s tape all over it. It looked like another one of their camps. It was, in fact, just another one.

“I’ll go talk to them,” Thor assured her. “They know me. Well, someone here should know me. You stay right here, okay?”

With a smile and an encouraging pat on her back, he dissolved into the crowd. The truth was that Thor’s own heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Regardless of how huge the god was, at that moment, he felt like he would crumble under the weight of the anxiety that had been building inside him ever since he had heard the news the day before.

(Y/N) stood at the edge of the camp, looking around, trying to find perhaps the tiniest of clues that would lead her to the god she came looking for. And yet, nothing that could whisper even a shred of a tale about Loki caught her eyes or ears. With a sigh, she wandered off towards the lake.

Under the dark veil of the night, the water looked gorgeous. Silent, calm, and yet with the promise of a storm beneath the surface, and an even deeper sense of mystery shrouded within. That and the reflections of the rippling lights on it reminded her of Loki.

Is he not as enchanting as this? No. Much more than this.

The thought made her smile. Her dry lips stung slightly as they spread after a long, long time.

Something about the lake called out to her. Gingerly, she took small steps until she found herself standing on the bank of the waterbody. The auroras were swaying above, casting graceful shadows on her. She should have been anxious and yet she felt a sense of calm that she had believed to be lost forever. It was as if she had finally landed on a piece of earth where she was meant to be.

He is here!

Her entire being seemed to be screaming out to her. The feeling had never been stronger. She looked around with wild eyes.

Loki is here! I can feel him!!

Finding herself on the edge of insanity, she filled her lungs to call out his name. But stopped.

There were a lot of other people around whose attention she should not be drawing. Taking a deep breath, she sat down on the wet grass and closed her eyes. At last she knew what she had to do.

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“Here,” Loki placed a hand over her heart, “we are connected here. Nothing can break this bond.”

In response, (Y/N) placed a hand over his. “And what about all those times when you go away, intentionally or not? How am I supposed to find you?”

“Darling,” he chuckled, “I think the summer heat and my close proximity have got you a little confused. Is it you who finds me or is it me who finds you?”

“It is not funny, Loki!” She removed his hand with a frown.

He loved to tease her relentlessly, the strong commander-in-charge of the Asgardian army who chose to become no less vulnerable than a child before the god of lies and mischief. Every moment spent with her breathed life into him, but there were times like these that he cherished the most.

“Come here,” his voice had dropped a few octaves but in a warm way. His hands ran down her arms until he found her fingers and placed them on his temples.

“Feel that?” he asked softly.

“Your heartbeat,” she nodded.

Gently, the trickster placed his own fingers on her temples.

“Now, do you feel that?”

A soft tickling gradually wrapped the skin on and around her temples. It felt like someone was tracing feathers upon her skin but from the inside.

“What-”

“We shall always feel each other,” he explained, “no matter where we are or how far we are.”

Her eyes widened at the revelation. She never knew such a thing was even possible!

“Are you telling the truth?”

He sighed. “Darling, do I look like I am in the mood for some mischief? We can hear each other’s thoughts now-”

“But-”

“Only,” he interrupted her, long fingers requesting her to pause and listen to him, “if we want us to.”

“Alright,” she shrugged with a satisfied smile, “I like that part.”

“Love, you forget that I can hear your thoughts any time I wish to! I choose not to.”

“Oh, I know that!” She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “So, you are telling me … that now we can amuse each other even across a ballroom filled with uninteresting people?”

“Even across the palace, darling! Across the realms!” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him.

“Well, in that case,” she whispered in a sultry manner, “I shall bid you goodnight.”

Loki looked at her with a question mark slapped over his face.

“Let us speak in our thoughts, from our separate rooms, across floors!”

With a twirl, she freed herself from Loki’s arms and ran towards the door with a squeak, her lover following behind with the most mischievous grin on his ecstatic face.

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“Loki!” It was a whisper, even in her thoughts. “Loki, I know you are here. I was not sure before but now I do. I can feel you, more than ever!”

Her prayers got stronger with each sentence she uttered in her mind.

“Loki, I know you can hear me. We promised that no matter where we are in this universe, we will remain connected. Do you remember that? I know you can hear me. So, please, listen to me, Loki. … Maybe it is because somewhere deep down I felt you … because I still feel you … that I never left hope of seeing you again. Not even when the entire world screamed that you are … gone. I still feel you, Loki. And I know that I shall see you again. That you will find me. Like you promised. Like you have always promised. … You have always found me, Loki. Every single time. Please come back to me. Once more. Please, Loki! Find me once again. … Loki!!”

A sudden shiver ran up her spine; something had disturbed her. Something like a gust stirred behind her. Her senses told it was not just the wind but someone. And instinctively, a fear burnt inside her momentarily only to be doused quickly by an even stronger hope. When one has lost everything that they love, little room remains for fear. It is a fanatical hope for the impossible that remains behind.

And this time, her hope was not misplaced.

“You found me.”

The deep voice floated through the cold air and into her soul.

With a loud gasp, she opened her eyes to find Loki standing right beside her: head held high, the wind blowing messy locks onto his face, his armour - the very one that she had seen on him three years ago - tainted with scratches, his green cape tattered in several places, and yet, he radiated the aura of the king that he once was!

She did not remember how she was able to stand up on those legs that threatened to give way any moment. She did not remember when her hands went up to hold his face, gently yet firmly. All she remembered was the pure joy of feeling complete.

Loki did not utter another word. As her trembling fingers trailed his skin, she realised that his eyes were sunken, his face thinner than usual. Her hands trailed down his armour, still unable to believe that Loki was indeed standing before her, that it was not some cruel joke of the distraught mind.

He was indeed there.

Her thumb drew soothing circles over his cheekbone. “How have you been?” Her lips quivered as a drop of tear trickled down her face.

Loki’s eyes mapped her features. “I am alive.”

“I have…” (Y/N) could never finish that line for she finally broke into a sob that had been threatening to overpower her from the moment she saw him.

With arms wrapped around him, she wept like she had never done in these three years. All this time she had hope, even though a silver of it, of his return. So, no matter how sad she had been, she had never wept for long. Only the ones without any hope mourn their loved ones, and she was not one of them.

But now, when she had finally found him, all the emotions struck her at once. She had a home now. Again.

Amidst the gush of feelings, she failed to notice how Loki did not engulf her in his arms, as he should have done. Or how he did not bury his face in her shoulder, as he loved to.

“I still cannot believe my prayers were heard!” A shaky laugh left her.

Unwrapping herself from him, she gazed at him longingly again.

“You are actually here!” A pair of trembling hands tried to hold back the sobs flowing from her lips but failed. “I always knew! I…”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and wiped her eyes.

“Okay. I believe you need rest. Let’s go home.”

“Do I still have one?” Loki finally spoke. But there was a despondency in his words.

“What?” It took her by surprise. “Of course, you have a home. Why-why do you ask this?” A hint of a smile unsuccessfully tried to support her words.

“How should I know? I had been away for too long.”

Everything seemed to be ending up in knots for her. Shaking the doubts off her mind, she took his hand.

"Oh! I see. I know it is nothing like Asgard; not even close. But…we call it New Asgard. And it is all we have. This is our home now. And…my home has always been you, anyway." She looked up hopefully at him. "And now that you are back, I have found my home again!"

Loki did not respond.

“You must be exhausted," she said. "You need to rest and eat properly. And then we shall talk. Okay?” She gave him an assuring smile. “I shall go and inform Thor.”

The moment her hand left his, a scoff escaped him, followed by an icy, “Of course!”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and turned around towards him.

“What?”

"Of course, you would have to inform Thor."

(Y/N) noticed that the name had a bitter ring to it, just like it once had several years ago.

He continued, "He is the king now. Obviously he would need to know every single thing that happens in his kingdom. And you, of all people, would certainly be the most loyal to him. Dear big brother always gets what he wants!"

Nothing made sense to her. Absolutely nothing! Every syllable uttered by Loki sounded alien to her. There was no way she could fathom the disdain that he held for his brother - the very brother for whom he had not thought twice before putting his own life at stake! And… was that a hint of distrust that she heard? For her?

“I-I do not understand you, Loki,” she stepped closer to him, the business with the elder Odinson thrown out of her distressed mind. “Why- What happened? Was it something I said? Did Thor do something that I do not know of?”

“It was a mistake coming here. A big mistake… I should have never listened to you. It is all a lie! You, in your sole existence, are a lie!!”

The words struck her hard. But before her emotions could even react, (Y/N) noticed the beginning of a faint green glow around the god.

“Loki, WAIT!!” She screamed loud enough for the entire camp to hear. But it worked; the glow was gone, and with it was the immediate fear of losing Loki again.

“Just wait!!” With a shaky voice she pleaded with the love of her life as she gripped his hands tightly, “What is wrong with you? I… Would you please explain! What have I done to deserve such hatred from you when all I have ever been capable of, regardless of all circumstances, is to love you with all my heart and soul?!”

“You demand an explanation after what you have done? Claiming to love me only to give my place away to someone else?”

“What?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The hands that held on to him desperately slowly slipped away.

“I do not care,” he cried, “about what anyone thinks of me or does to me. And I understand very well that I was not around for quite a long time. I could not be even if I wanted to with all my might! But…you could have at least told me the truth. If you really felt me, as you claim to, you could have at least told me! Why do you pretend to love me now when you have already given yourself up to your new king??”

“Loki!! Do not accuse me of things that I am too ashamed to even speak of!” She clenched her fists around his arms. “Are you out of your mind? Do you even hear what you are saying?”

“Oh, do not deny it now!”

Before she even realised what was happening, she felt a sharp sting on her palm as it connected flat across Loki’s face. However unpleasant it may have been, perhaps it was what was needed to shatter Loki’s rage and allow his pain to flow out - a sentiment that he had mastered at hiding behind a mask of anger.

"I saw you… yesterday…" Loki's voice started shaking. "I came back. To you! Only to find you in my brother's arms!"

His knees gave way, and the god dropped to the ground, kneeling before her, weeping like a child.

Loki’s words washed over her like those giant waves that crash over a lost soul and pull them in, only to drown them again when they try to fight back. (Y/N) tried to replay all the incidents from the day before but with everything going on, it all became a haze in her mind.

The sight of a broken Loki before her did nothing to help her. Immediately, she mimicked his position, and held his face in her hands.

"Loki, whatever you saw, whatever you are thinking is a misunderstanding. I swear! I do not know what you are talking about, not now at least, but we will figure it out. Okay? I assure you, Loki, there is only one person I have given my heart to. And it is you. What I feel for you, is beyond anything that I feel for anyone! Believe me! Please!"

All this time, Loki refused to look into her eyes. He was scared that if he did, he would not be able to refuse her.

"I want to," he finally breathed a shaky whisper.

Gently holding onto her wrist, he finally looked at her. But his hopes were short-lived.

As fate would always have it for him, just at the precise moment when he had decided to believe her, the silhouette of his brother came into view behind her.

Thor had heard (Y/N) scream, and came running to ensure her safety. But…

"(Y/N)! I heard you! What happened? Is-" He stopped in his tracks. His lost brother's name, even through a shallow breath, sounded to him like the most melodious music. "Loki!!"

The older Odinson stopped in his tracks. Tears flooded his eyes as he took in the sight of the brother he had believed to be dead. When his body could finally respond from the shock, his legs tried to take him as fast as possible to Loki.

But the scenario on the other side was not the same. The sight of Thor, regardless of how warming it was, brought up fresh images of the blonde wrapping (Y/N) in his arms on the seaside, of kissing Loki's betrothed on the head.

And that was enough to stir the fire within him - one that (Y/N) had just managed to calm down.

Loki got up, blinded by a searing pain somewhere deep within his chest.

"You do not deserve me," was all that he uttered to (Y/N) before disappearing from the scene.

A stunned Thor froze in his tracks. A broken (Y/N) sat on the cold ground feeling more empty than she had ever felt.

"He is gone!" She whispered to the dark night air.

Thor stumbled up to her.

"Where did he go? Where did he go?? He was here, wasn't he? (Y/N), he was here, right? (Y/N)!!"

But (Y/N) was lost in her own world. She kept mumbling to herself, wild eyes searching for something - or someone - in the far distance.

When Thor called her again and shook her, it was only then that she looked at him. And repeated the same line:

"He is gone, Thor! He is gone."

"What do you mean he is gone? He was right here!!"

"I cannot feel him anymore." A hand loosely trailed down from her temple to her chest. "He has…severed the bond. He has cut me off! Loki has… He has really ended our…relationship."

The words trailed off as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Or why it happened. Standing beside her, Thor looked around helplessly. He knew nothing about this bond that (Y/N) was talking about. All he understood was that his brother was probably lost forever. Again.

This time Loki had really left.

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Its not your fault (Loki)

i saw a title on wattpad and it gave me an idea. this maybe something ive cooked up in the loo

Loki, an old love of hers, finds himself on Midgard, on top of a destruction he never wanted.

She was persistent in helping him. Disregarding everybody else's warnings and fighting her way to get to him. He wasn't himself. This wasn't his fault, he was controlled. He was forced and tortured into submission. It wasn't his fault.

The others were going to take him, paying no mind to how pained he was. She got to him before they did. He saw the approach but didn't know who it was. He flinched and got defensive. When he saw her, the facade broke. He saw the girl he grew up with, the girl that was there for him whenever he was left alone by the others, the girl that comforted him when he wanted to give up.

She slowly walked over to him, careful and wary of not scaring him. When she reached him, she placed a hand of his cheek and he melted. He dropped the dagger he had and leaned into the warmth of her. Letting himself get lost knowing that she's guide him back and keep him safe.

He wondered why she was there, why after all he's done, why was she still there

‘Why trust me' he asked, savouring her comfort for as long as he could before the universe decides to take her away, one way or the other.

‘Because I love you, and I love you enough to know this isn't you' she explained, letting her words sink in for him. When he understood, he broke. Letting himself fall, knowing she'll be there to catch him. And she did. She eased him down on the messy floors, his arms wrapping around her and his head falling to hide in the crook of her neck. A hand went to his raven locks, cradling his head in her hold, her fingers scratching his scalp in a way she knew he loved and gave him comfort.

He just broke. He sobbed and he let out everything he felt from his months of torture. The pain, the manipulation, the lies and deceit, all went out as his mind tried to break through everything. His mind was a mess. He couldn’t even begin to process anything. He didn’t know what was true or false, but he knew he never wanted any of this. All he wanted was to be loved and seen. To be treated as an equal and she did that for him even after hurting her, she was still there.

He held her tight. His grip a vice, never wanning as he was afraid losing her and all this just being some cruel elaborate trick. She held him just as tight, knowing he needed this. She held him for as long as he needed to be held. Not giving a tiny rats arse about anything or anyone else but the broken prince in her arms. She whispered words of comfort, assuring him that she’ll never leave and that he’s safe. That she wouldn’t let anybody hurt him and would behead the mindless soul for even trying.

She dismissed his pleas for forgiveness. Saying what he could about what happened and she dismissed them, knowing with all her heart that it wasn’t his fault.

She laid her head on top of his, never minding the destroyed city just outside. This wasn’t his fault. She held her broken prince, trying to keep the pieces together for long enough until she could find somewhere to glue them back together. It wouldn’t be perfect, but she would love him, nevertheless.

Just outside the room, there stood the Avengers. Blocked out by her magic, a barrier keeping them from getting closer to either of them, they stood watching as their supposed enemy broke down.

‘What is this? This has to be some sort of trick. He must have enchanted her or something’ the captain questioned, believing that the god’s pain was an act as he crumbled down his beloveds’ arms.

‘No captain, this is no trick. Loki would never dream to trick his beloved. She’s come back for him after all that’s happened and this… what’s happened isn’t my brothers doing. She’s known the truth from the start. She knew this wasn’t his purposeful doing. Norns, I should have known this wasn’t him.’ Thor spoke, finally understanding the protests she gave.

‘What are you talking about?’ said the man in the iron suit

‘I’ve only seen my brother crumble like this once before. He’s only ever done so in the privacy of his own or mother’s chambers but the one time, he couldn’t hold it in, he found solace in her arms once he’s found her and… there was, is no trickery in that, only bare and raw emotion we couldn’t even begin to imagine.’

‘Do you trust her?’ asked the redheaded widow

‘I trust them. My brother’s vulnerability isn’t so easily shared, and I trust it all to be genuine. And I trust her to keep him safe. To pull him back from all this madness’ the brother spoke as he watched his little sibling breakdown in the arms of the one he loves. The god of thunder should have believed her from the start. They could have worked through it from the beginning instead of it all leading to this destruction.

little note or more of a pov maybe or some other insight, idk but

loki relinquished their relationship out of the blue and years later, she still came back to him, knowing that the man she loved wasnt the man he found on midgard. she was still there for him, believing his true self and looking past the façade of power, where she found the truth in a tormented version of her darling prince.

this may be rubbish but fuck it

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anonymousfiction211 · 2 years

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Take care It took a while before the fog in his head cleared a little.

‘Loki’ he heard you sweet voice whisper.

‘Loki’ he smiled when he heard your soft voice again.

When he felt someone touch him, he knew that he wasn't alone. He got upright and looked straight in your eyes. You gently pushed him back on the bed, and he let you. He was savouring the touch, only to realise how much he had actually missed it.

‘What happened?’ he asked. His head was ringing and it hurt quite a bit.

You started to softly explain the situation to him. He couldn't make sense of your story. He was to out of it to follow everything you said. He just remembered that his mother was here, and you were going to take care of him the upcoming days. It didn't have to make sense to him. You were by his side, so it would be all right. You slowly pulled him upwards and he felt a glass at his lips. He took a few sips of the water you handed him.

The cold water brought him back to live a bit. He saw that you were in your pyjamas, a series play on the back ground and a few magazines and books were scattered around his room.

‘Are you hungry?’ you asked, but he shook his head. He just laid down on his side, facing towards you.

‘Is there anything else I can do for you?’ you asked.

‘No, just go back to what you were doing’ he said. You smiled and picked up a magazine. Loki watched you, trying to keep his eyes open. But they were falling shut, and it got harder to fight them. He gave in, his eyes closed and he listened to the way you were breathing and the sounds your magazine made when you flipped a page. He felt your hand on his head and you started to play with his hair, and he fell asleep.

One hour later ‘Loki’ he heard again.

‘Let me sleep’ he mumbled.

‘You need some water’ he heard someone say. He was pulled upright and he had trouble opening his eyes. He felt a glass towards his lips and took a few sips.

‘How are you feeling?’ he heard.

‘Just let me sleep’ he snapped, getting annoyed with the voice. Luckily for him, he didn't hear it again.

One hour later ‘Loki’ he heard the voice again. This time he recognized it was from a woman.

She pushed him upwards and put the glass to his lip. He was thirsty and eagerly drank some water.

‘Who are you?’ he mumbled. He opened his eyes, it was pitch black and he could only make out a figure.

‘It's (Y/N)’ the woman answered him. He narrowed his eyes, hoping to see her better, but it didn't help.

He just laughed. ‘No, you're not. You're just a cruel figment of my imagination’ he said.

‘Maybe you would be, if I hadn't pushed her away’ he sadly added.

‘Ssh, I'm (Y/N). I'm right here’ he felt a warm hand on his cheek. He still didn't believe his mind. But it was too real for him to ignore. He grabbed her around her waist and pulled the imagination closer. It felt real. She even yelped in surprise. He heard a glass break and she squirmed in his arms. Still, he didn't let her go.

‘I wish she was here. I'm tired of the pain, tired of missing her. I just want her back’ he murmured. He didn't know why exactly, maybe it was because of hit to the head, or because he was feeling incredibly exhausted, but the confessions just kept coming. ‘I want to hold her, love her, if I ever get that chance again, I won't let her leave. I know for a long time that she is going to be the one I marry, I shouldn't have ruined it’

This time it was two lips he felt on his own. He closed his eyes, even though it might not be real, he still could pretend it was.

The next morning He opened his eyes and had to readjust to the bright light that shone through. He looked around and saw that (Y/N) were sleeping on his chest. How? What happened? he wondered. For some reason his memory failed him. The last thing he remembered was fighting with Thor and Tony, and.. Pff that oaf really needs to watch where he throws that bloody hammer of his. After that, his mind was blank. He looked around his room. He saw some magazines half opened, some books and your laptop. Then he noticed the broken glass next to his bed. Did we fight?

No, if we fought you wouldn’t lay here. I have missed you he thought. He stroked your hair and you started to lean into his touch, making him smile. He figured he would clean the glass, so you wouldn't step into it and get you some breakfast. He slowly removed himself from your arms and started to pick up the shards. That's when his eye fell onto a vial, that laid under his bed.

He recognized that vial, but knew he wasn't the one who made it. Sleeping potion... that would explain why you are fast asleep. But why did you take it and how did it get here? He needed answers and knew that one person would have them, the only other person in the building that could get his hands on a vial like that.

He closed the door behind him and locked it with a spell behind him. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew you were safe and wanted to keep you safe. He tiptoed to the end off the hall and slowly pulled down the handle of his brothers' door. He peeked inside and saw Thor doing push-ups next to the bed. Loki rolled his eyes and threw the door open. It hit the wall hard and Thor was clearly startled.

‘LOKI!’ he exclaimed.

‘EXPLAIN’ he growled while he threw the vial towards his brothers’ head. Unfortunately, Thor was too quick and dodged it. He would have loved to get even with his brother.

Thor held up his hands defensively. ‘Mother’ was all he said.

‘Mother?’ Loki asked.

‘I got mother because you were unconscious. She was the one that instructed (Y/N) to give it to you. I didn't think it was a good idea!’ Thor rambled.

‘Why would you even get mother? I was just exhausted and the blow to the head knocked me out. I'm fine! And why would she instruct (Y/N) to give me this?’

‘She told (Y/N) that it was medicine and you needed a sip every hour. After that you needed to be on bedrest for three days and she would take care of you. She thought if you spend time together things would work out between the two of you’ Thor explained.

That's when the vague memories started flood back to him. It was you. You woke him every hour, gave him water, took care of him. You were the voice he heard in the night. It wasn't a figment of his imagination. It was real. Suddenly, he remembered the things he said to you. His stomach dropped and he felt sick for a moment. Then he realized that you kissed him in return. He smiled. You kissed me. He realised that some remaining sleeping potion would be on his lip, which would be enough to let you sleep for the entire morning.

‘Why are you smiling?’ Thor asked confused.

‘Just tell mother thanks when you see her’ he said and turned around to be with you again.

‘I really don't get you guys!’ he heard Thor yell after him. Making him chuckle.

He unlocked his own door with his magic again and sneaked inside. You were still sound asleep. He got into the bed and snaked an arm around you, so you could lay on his chest again. He grabbed a magazine and patiently waiting for the moment you would wake. I'm yours, and you are mine he thought.

A few days later ‘Everyone is really happy that you are together, but you guys have two rooms. Do those things there!’ Tony complained.

‘Don't bother, they have been at it for the last hour’ Thor chimed in.

Tony rolled his eyes when the only reaction he got from you was giggling and Loki smirking. ‘By the way (Y/N), you have mail’

Tony handed you a package. Loki could see from your expression that you weren't expecting anything. When you opened it, a mobile phone fell on your lap, with a note. Loki's stomach dropped for a minute, because he recognized that handwriting. He saw the smile disappear from your face and you looked more seriously, while reading the note. Of course, Steve won't let you go.

‘Loki, I-’ you started. But he kissed you, before you could finish the sentence.

‘I'm going for a walk to cool off. Whatever you decide to do, I trust you’ he said. Really hoping that Steve wouldn't come back in your life. At least now you knew what he was capable off. Maybe it would be different now.

You nodded and he left. He walked around the park and tried to ease his mind. ‘Reindeer Games!’ he heard Tony yell from afar. When he turned around, he saw Tony and Thor already suit up. ‘Don't pass out this time’ Tony joked. A joke Loki would make him regret very soon as he changed into his fighting clothes.

Loki was thankful for the sparring match. He got to clear his head. At the moment he was quite exhausted walking back to his room. He couldn't help but got worried when he didn't see you there. Usually you are here... That's when he saw the note and phone on his pillow.

He hesitated, but it was clearly left for him. He opened the note Steve wrote. He did apologize, but still thought you shouldn't be with Loki. He was going to take some time off, to tour around. He still wanted to keep in touch and wanted you to have a way to reach him. He would always be there for you... Loki scanned over the rest. That's when he saw your handwriting.

Loki, after you read the message do with the phone what you want and come find me in my room!

Loki opened the phone and saw that you had send Steve a text:

Steve, This will be the only message I will send to you. I want you to know that I worked things out with Loki. I'm very happy with him and I know he is going to be the man I marry in the future. If you ever come back, you should know that. I want to thank you for the time you were my friend, even if that was a long time ago. I do hope you will find the same happiness I found with someone. Take care.

(Y/N)

Loki let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was happy, relieved and thankful. He took another deep breath and the phone burned into nothing in his hand. He walked immediately to your room, wondering what he would find.

What he found was not what he expected. Your entire room was a mess. Clothes were everywhere and you were nervously pacing around.

‘If you don’t know what to wear, may I suggest nothing?’ he purred in your ear.

He smirked when he saw you jump. You hadn't heard him come in.

‘You scared me! And stop it, this is serious!’ you said accusingly. But he did saw the slight blush on your cheeks. ‘I was going back to my room when suddenly a bloody raven appeared in the window telling me your mother invites us for tea in an hour!’ ‘And for the last half-hour I have been contemplating if that really happened or if I'm going mad’ ‘I don't know what to wear..’

Loki just chuckled. ‘I'll help you, love. Don't worry. She already loves you’ he kissed your cheek. ‘Did you know you have to bow to her when she enters the room?’ he whispered in your ear, while you slapped his chest.

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A/N: So, this time it is REALLY the end :P A happy ending, so I hope you like this ending better.

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biusxstuff · 6 months

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Has this been done yet?

#loki #lokius #mobius #slyvie #avatar the last airbender #meme #mine #it is actually fitting for the last scene lmao #avatar #gosh i am still so sad #loki series

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prettydjarinsoloinspires · 6 months

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anyway the person Loki went back to ultimately ask what he should do was Mobius.

the person who couldn’t continue the job they’d been doing for eons because it was too painful without Loki was Mobius.

the person who stood alone in the second to last shot was Mobius.

the person who’s voice Loki heard at the end of time was Mobius.

if you don’t think that’s winning i don’t know what to tell you.

give me painful, bittersweet, star-crossed lovers over nothing at all any day.

#lokius #loki #mobius #was it made explicitly canon? no #is this better than anything i could have hoped for? yes #it was sad and bittersweet and they’re separated for now but my god #say what you will #but that is some epic love story shit if i’ve ever seen it #loki series #loki spoilers #loki season 2 #mobius m mobius #loki friggason

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yourchocolatenachostudent · 5 months

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The face of an absolutely and truly happy person, ladies and gentlemen:

#this is what it looks like if you didn't know #true happiness #I'm even afraid to imagine what he looks like when he's sad #loki #loki s2 #loki series #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #mobius x loki #loki x mobius #lokius #time husbands

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scarletjams · 5 months

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you came back…

#sorry this is messy i wanted to finish it asap #because i didn’t want to prolong the sadness this drawing caused me #anyways obligatory fix-it fanart #cuz like… he’s the god of mischief #he can bend the rules a little bit as a treat #loki #lokius #mobius #loki season 2 #loki fanart #lokius fanart

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softiedingo · 6 months

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It still irritates the hell out of me how well Sylvie seems to have accepted Loki's absence. I mean, come on, Loki SACRIFICED himself so that in the end she could come back and live her happy life the way she wanted. But in this scene she seems to be talking about the fucking wind, they ruined her so much in this second season.

While Mobius seems SAD AS HELL. ALONE in a new life that he still doesn't know how to deal with and that he didn't ask for, without the presence of the person he liked most. He looks so devastated, like someone came and destroyed his favorite jetski, when in fact the only thing destroyed was his and Loki's chance to ride that damn jetski TOGETHER.

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lokimobius · 16 days

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LOKI S02E01 “Ouroboros”

#loki #mobius #lokius #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #lokitvedit #dailyloki #lokitvsource #marveledit #mcuedit #i'm sorry loki my beloved but you look so pretty all sad and heartbroken #anyway this whole interaction was insane #the slow mo????#ok !#i hope this colouring looks ok #can’t wait for these to be posted on twitter lol #sorry i’m being :/#mine

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alicerovai · 2 months

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we all now joke about Loki being a tree but can we just for a moment appreciate how beautiful is the concept that Loki, the God of Mischief, the silver tongue liar, the antagonist of the good boys, has turned into the God of Stories, the God of Lives, the God sitting on the Throne of Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life, the God who looks after everyone’s lives, the God who keeps the branches alive the God who sacrificed their own freedom and need of not being alone to save the people they care about to give everyone a chance CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE IT PLEASE

#ITS FREAKING BEAUTIFUL AND POETIC AND I WOULD HAVE NEVER IMAGINED MARVEL TO DO THAT #100 points to Marvel for doing that #REAL #it’s just SO sad that Mobius is the only one who CANT get over it #and he is probably the main reason why Loki has changed #oh god #loki #marvel

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mobius-m-mobius · 4 months

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#too soon NASA... too soon 😅🎄

#loki #tom hiddleston #nasa #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #had this in my drafts for a couple days bc i keep coming to terms with the fact that tree references make me sad now lmao #but even then what beautiful a coincidence not to mention #the tree shape? loki's colors?? the two horns crowning the top the HEART OF GOLD 🤩😭#space news is fascinating regardless then adding such a cool fandom link this time of year is kind of surreal #anyway loki's all festive in the stars in honor of mobius' first christmas on the timeline and that's what i'm sticking to #the gift of being seen again for a moment :'))#sending best wishes for everyone to have a lovely and happy holiday season 💖#marvel #dianagifs

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Try Again | Chapter List

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Summary: She left years ago for the sake of their child and herself but when he needs her, she comes in a heartbeat. The only problem is could he forgive her for leaving and could they try again?

Warning: This story will delve into some heavy topics so fair warning. I'll try to update this as much as I can, but so far the warning are- Angst, Hospitals, Hospitalization... (additional warnings will be added)

Note: Hi! this is the official list of chapters for Try Again. I was considering whether or not to wait to post the story until I've got a few chapters in but per the poll I put up, it seem I will be posting every chapter once it's done. I do warn that updates will be inconsistent because of my schedule and all I can hope for is your patience. Anyways... Enjoy!

Chapter One

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Manipulation You quickly pulled yourself from Loki's loosened grip and stood up. Your mind was racing, not only was this Loki's mother, and he was quite a mommy's-boy, but she was also a queen. Panic took over and the first thing you did when you stood up, was bow to her. When you were upright again, and saw Thor's amused face, you realized you weren't making a good impression.

The first time you met Loki, didn't go well either. He acted completely offended, like you had done something wrong. When you asked what was bothering him, he told you of his royal status and that you should have bowed towards him. A little thrown off from this statement, and the fact that he was much more attractive than you could have imagined, you bowed. And you kept bowing towards him, wanting to get to know him better, you didn't want to do anything to drive him away.

After 1,5 weeks you ran into Thor and figured you should bow for him as well. When Thor looked strangely at you, you repeated the conversation you had with Loki. When Thor, laughingly, explained to you that you didn't need to do something like that, you were pissed off. When you saw Loki, you had pushed him against the wall. He was shocked, but you could see the amusement on his face.

‘Thor told me that I don't have to bow to you guys, and here I was trying to be friendly’ you hissed at him. ‘Why are you such an ass?!’

In one swift motion he had turned the tables. You were pinned down between the wall and his body. His lips were almost touching your earlobe, and you tried hard not to let out a soft whine.

‘Because you look ravishing when you bow to me’ he whispered to you.

He was gone before you could register what he actually said to you. After that the two of you played these kinds of games for a very long time, until the night you were bold enough to wait in lingerie on his bed when he got back from a mission. The two of you stayed in his room the entire day after that, because he refused to let you leave.

And now, you have made a complete fool out of yourself, towards his mother. Great, when you are unconscious you still have ways to get under my skin. You both hated and loved him for that.

‘No need for such formalities, dear’ she smiled at you. A smile in which you recognized Loki's smile. ‘How is he doing?’

‘He ehm.. isn't conscious anymore’ you awkwardly replied.

She sat down and moved Loki's head to get a better look. She spoke some sentences in a language you couldn't understand, and her hand that touched the bruise light up.

‘Mother, why would you..?’ Thor started to say but he was cut off.

‘This time it is different’ she said to him.

You slowly sat down back on the bed again, carefully watching Loki. He stirred a little when his mother executed the spell, but he drifted off again.

‘How bad is it?’ you asked concerned.

'It's a little worse than I thought, but with the right care he would be back to normal in a few days’ she went through his hair and smiled at him.

‘But you didn’t even..’ Thor started but was cut off again.

'Thor, can you get a glass of water for your brother?’ she said. Thor nodded and went to get the water. Leaving you alone with their mother. She kept playing with her son's hair.

‘This is the most peaceful I have seen him in quite a while. He was acting like he was a teenager again, with the drinking and the moods’ she said. You had no idea how to answer that. She must hate me you thought.

‘I don't’ she looked at you. ‘When the two of you were together, it was the happiest I have seen him. He told me what happened but wouldn't listen to my advice to come talk with you. I had to send his brother in for that’ she chuckled.

‘Are you in my head?’ you narrowed your eyes a little towards her.

‘I was, only because I was worried about you, when I saw you’ she said. You could tell why Loki loved his mother that much. She was acting like you were her own daughter, and the two of you had just met.

‘Your son does the same when he is worried about people’ you smiled.

She smiled at you. Before she could speak Thor entered the room again. ‘Good’ she said. She accepted the glass of water and out of nowhere she produced a vile that she sat on Loki’s nightstand, next to the water.

‘I only have one question for you, are you still willing to take care of him?’ she asked to you.

‘Of course!’ you were almost offended that she asked but could understand why she asked.

‘Great, you have to stay with him during the night. Wake him up every hour, and I won't lie, he will be grumpy about it. When he is awake let him drink some water. Put the content of the vial in beforehand and don't tell him about it. He hates taking medicine, so it's better if he doesn’t know. For the next two days he should be on bedrest. Hmm, maybe make it three. You are the only person that may be with him those days. If there are too many people, he might exhaust himself and things could get worse’ she said. ‘Are you up for that?’

‘We can take turns if it would help you’ Thor offered.

‘No, you know your brother loves you, but you just hit him in the head. He won't take your presence well at the moment. It has to be her. He trusts her and feels comfortable with her. IF things do get worse for some reason, just come get me’ she said to Thor.

‘I have to get going’ she said. Thor extended a hand to his mother. His eyes fell on the vial, and he looked a little confused.

‘Why would you..’ he started but was cut off again.

'Thor hush, I know what I'm doing’ she said. She turned around to you. You got up, resisting the urge to bow again. ‘When he is better again, I hope you the two of you will come for tea’ she said.

If he wants to get back together, that is.. you thought.

‘Don't worry, I have a good feeling about you and I'm sure we will meet again’ she winked at you and followed Thor out of the room. You rolled your eyes, knowing she was in your mind again. The first thing you did was to empty the content of the vial in the water. Hid the vial away and you set a timer for an hour.

Thor's point of view

‘I don't get it. You said it was worse than you thought, but you didn't do anything!’ Thor said.

‘Didn't you see me work?’ Frigga answered.

‘You just read his mind and gave him a sleeping potion’ he argued. ‘What was the problem exactly? Is it serious?’

‘No, your brother is just exhausted and the hit to the head just knocked him down. And left a bruise that will heal in a few days. He is fine’ she smiled.

‘Then why..’ he asked and was annoyed to be cut off again.

‘Because, he is still dreaming of her. The sleeping potion in that dose will keep him a little dazed. He will think he needs to rest. Meaning for the next three days those two will have all the time to talk it out, acknowledge their feelings to each other again, and get back together. Without someone distracting them’ she smirked.

‘I don't know if drugging Loki is something..’ he didn't know how to finish that sentence.

His mother just kissed his cheek. ‘Like Loki wouldn't have done the same thing if it were you in his position’ she said.

And even if he didn't agree with the method, he did know Loki would do the same to him or his mother, with the best intentions in mind

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A/N: Not going to lie, I totally forgot about this story for a while. I copied all my files to a sharepoint. And for some reason this one wasn’t copied.. sorry!! I wrote this and the next chapter today. The story is now to an end! Because you guys waited such a long time, I will post the next chapter in a minute!!

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