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slipping between future and past [SAS secret santa 2023]

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Summary: You give your friend a few pointers on what to know about Yule, and come across a familiar looking stranger in your bookstore.

Pairing: Loki x Reader/OC Talia Williams

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, please leave I'm asking nicely); unprotected p in v sex; cunnilingus; magical restraints; language; possibly wonky interpretation of time travel & timeslipping; possibly wonky understanding of Yule [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship; still written in 2nd Person POV like my other 'x Reader' stories, but this time Reader has a name and it's "Talia Williams"; this is a secret santa request for @acidcasualties

Dick-tionary: smut starts at "the feel of your hands being brought" and ends at "as he marked your skin"

It was uncharacteristically slow today in the bookstore, barely a handful of people walking in, browsing for a few minutes, and then promptly exiting when they see that you didn't carry the middle school dystopia book series all the kids were raving over. It was a colossal waste of their time and yours, considering there would have been less effort had they just taken even a cursory look at the sign by the door.

You didn't carry children's books. Classics, Myths, and Romance only.

Of the number of people that walked through the doors that you could count on your two hands, you could only count those that actually made a purchase with one. Half of one.

The sound of the door chimes brought your attention to the entrance again, seeing your friend Ariadne bounding into the front area of the store with a frantic look in her eye. "Talia," she panted, headed straight for you. "Babes, I need your help. Are you busy? You got a customer back there?"

"Nope. Just me," you called out, stepping out from behind the counter. "What's wrong? What do you need?"

"Okay so…you know that guy I'm seeing?"

"Uhh…I think so? Lee, right?"

"Leif. Think trees, Babes. Anyways, he wants me to meet his family and apparently they're super into the ancient Norse traditions, so I need a crash course on how they celebrate Christmas." She paced back and forth by the table that held the New York Times bestsellers that you did hold stock for, picking up a copy of the stalker dark romance duology. "His sister likes to read, you think she'll appreciate this?"

You immediately rushed over to her, grabbing the book and nearly slamming it back down on the stack. "You gotta let them crawl before they walk. Let alone sprint," you explained, giving her Beautiful Bastard instead. "This should be a good enough in between, just in case she's not into guns being shoved up anyone's vagina--"

Up where?! she shrieked, grabbing the first book again, along with the sequel and the book you were handing her. "Okay I'll take that for his sister, and these two for me."

"This is exactly why we're friends," you quipped, ringing up her order. "Now about that other thing…you do know that just because I own a bookshop, it doesn't mean that I know everything about everything, right?"

She rolled her eyes at you. "Yeah, but I also know that you live for all these myths and folk tales, so I bet you know a thing or two about Viking Christmas."

"Alright fine. Find a chair and settle in," you said with an overly dramatic wave of your hand. "First things first, it's not called 'Viking Christmas', it's called 'Yule'. Immediately if you wanna get on his family's good side, you say Good Yule because it shows that you did at least a customary Google search before you stepped foot on their property." You handed her a small notepad and a pencil. "You're gonna wanna write this down."

When her scribbling down stopped, she perked up with a question. "Do they have a Santa Claus?"

"Yes and no," you answered her, prepping two cups of coffee and handing one over to her before plopping down on your own seat in the reading nook, your favorite one in the entire shop. "Santa Claus is what we call who the Brits refer to as 'Father Christmas'. The Brits got that from 'Yule Figure' from the Viking mythology and Mr Yule Figure himself is...Odin."

"Wait wait hold up." She shot up her hand like a kid asking questions in class. "So Odin is Santa? He goes around little Viking kiddies' neighborhoods and slides down the chimney to give them wooden axes and swords?"

"Hmmm not quite. The whole making a list and checking it twice to give the good little boys and girls presents on Christmas is...not quite how the Vikings do it. Instead they engage in something called the Wild Hunt, where Odin aka Big Yule Father Kahuna calls on his posse of gods and plays a game of non-consensual hide and seek with the living souls. So us being the 'living mortals', we have to find a safe enough hiding place that Odin and Thor and the rest of the Norse gods don't find us, because if they do…they drag us to the Underworld."

"Okay first of all, yikes." Ariadne made a big show of shuddering in her seat over what you just told her. "Can't it be something a little bit less morbid? Like if Thor finds you he drags you to his den of iniquity and has his wicked way with you?"

"I mean it's all myths and folklore anyway," you shot back with a small shrug as you finished off your coffee. "So maybe when the big girls are off in their own corner, we can smut it up and pretend that if someone other than Odin finds us, we can get some happy fun times." You both broke out into giggles at your wording. "And when we're telling the story to the smaller kiddos, we say that the gods only go after the naughty kids. Keep with the spirit of Christmas and all that." You wagged a finger in her direction, giving her another suggestion. "Or in the case of meeting Leif's family, just think which one's gonna have him more devastated, your soul getting dragged into the Underworld or your body getting dragged to Thor's man cave."

She wrote down some more notes on her little notepad before standing up, brimming with excitement. "Okay I think that's all I need. Hopefully…"

"Babes, you're there to meet the family, not get gatekeeper gamer boy levels of interrogated on what you know about Yule. As soon as you don't say 'Merry Viking Christmas', you're in the clear."

She squealed, rushing over to wrap her arms around you and give you a tight squeeze. "Thank you thank you! You just saved me from looking a total ditz meeting his family. I have a really good feeling about this one, you know?"

You gave her a squeeze back, happy that she was finally in a relationship that felt stable enough to start on that family she'd always wanted.

Maybe one day you could be so lucky with your own love life.

"I'm really happy for you, Aria. Let me know how it goes when you get back, okay?"

You worked on wrapping up the book she intended to gift Leif's sister as she asked you another question. "What about mistletoe? Do they have that in Yule?"

You scrunched her nose and shook your head at her question. "Yes and no again. Yes, they've assigned meaning to the plant but no, you don't kiss under it for fear of spending the next year all alone. They believe it to be a symbol for fertility, so it's been known for couples to hang it above their headboards so that their holiday fun times might lead to a child. It's also seen as a symbol for new life or resurrection because there's another folktale that says that Loki fashioned a weapon from the mistletoe plant to kill Baldur, and Frigga's tears turned the white berries red and resurrected her fallen son. Which if you ask me is a steaming pile of horse shit that's almost more ridiculous than how Siegfried was felled in the Nibelungenlied, but that's a story for another day."

"Hold up, but isn't Loki also a son of Frigga?"

You shrugged. "Who knows what's real and what's not at this point? These tales are thousands of years old. All we know right now is that Thor's real and he's friends with a billionaire that made a fancy iron suit and a soldier from the 40s that doesn't even look like he's hit his mid-20s. And that he dated an astrophysicist. Tell you what, if I ever meet him, I'll ask him myself. Maybe I'll even ask him what exactly goes down in the Wild Hunt if they still do it in this century."

"Ooh, if he walks into the store please text me?" You gave her a questioning look. "What? He's my hall pass. Leif knows all about it. Natasha Romanoff's his."

You handed her the gift-wrapped book. "Pinky promise, I'll tell you as soon as a 6'4 muscular Barbie looking dude from Asgard swinging a hammer and summoning thunder and lightning walks into my shop. Maybe I'll even text you if the Black Widow herself walks in so that Leif would owe a favor or two."

"Hey, it could happen," she quipped, sticking her tongue out at you like you were back in the sandbox. "We're in New York, after all. And Avengers Tower's just a ten minute walk away. You never know, you know?"

"Right," you breathed, waving her off as she neared the door. "Merry Yule."

"Merry Crisis," she shot back, blowing you a kiss as she stepped into the cold New York night.

You started cleaning the store so you could close up for the night when a new voice pierced through the quiet.

"I appreciate your refusal to believe that hokum about the mistletoe, darling. It warms my cold Jotun heart knowing that it's safe in your brilliant hands."

Large hands found themselves at your waist before your new visitor's arms wrapped around you from behind, your body going frigid at the action. "Who--?"

"Oh no..." He immediately released you from his hold, allowing you to come face to face with a towering man with onyx curls and a devastatingly handsome face that seemed vaguely familiar. "I must have gone back too far this time." He took a step toward you, his hands twitching in your direction as if he wanted to go back to where he was just a few seconds ago. If you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn't object. "Sweetheart, who am I to you?"

"What? This time?" You raised an eyebrow at him, confusion coating your words. "You trying to tell me we met before? Because trust me I'd remember meeting someone that looked like you."

"Who am I to you? What do you know of me?" he asked again, his brows upturned at the center of his forehead, his expression reminding you of a baby kitten pleading for affection.

"Not much," you admitted. "You look like the guy that tore up a hole in the sky and rode some space chariot while leading an alien army that laid waste on the city that I call home...and the guy that went up against Iron Man and his friends, including that big green scary monster looking dude."

He hung his head, looking down at the ground as he let out a long sigh. "I don't just look like that guy, darling, I--" He exhaled sharply before composing himself again. "I am that guy. Well, I was. And Banner's honestly not that terrifying once you get to know him." He looked at you again, seeing your hand and beginning to look emotionally deflated. "I went too far back."

"You know who else you look like?" you asked him, a smirk playing at your mouth as you reached for the chain around your neck, showing him the ring that hung in its center, closing the distance he put between you. "You look like my future husband."

The relief was written all over Loki's face as he eyed the ring he'd given you, a brilliant smile gracing his features when he pulled you into his arms and laid his lips on yours. You melted into the kiss, pressing yourself against him as the god's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer.

"My darling little mortal," he mumbled against your lips. "Somehow managing to fool a trickster god, for any amount of time, is a feat in and of itself." He kissed you again, lifting you off the ground and spinning you in a circle when you put your arms over his shoulders.

"Well you said it yourself, I'm brilliant," you answered him back when you pulled away, your fiancée keeping your feet off the ground. He adjusted his hold on you to hold you up by a single arm, making you giggle when he started walking toward the front door and made your keys materialize in his now free hand. "What're you doing, Mischief?"

"You're finished here for the night," he stated simply, all the lights turning off, along with the doors locking closed, and the sign in front flipping to "Closed" to indicate you'd retired for the night, with a simple wave of his hand. "I'm taking you home, little mortal. Close your eyes."

A breeze flew by your face and the next thing you knew your back was pressed against the familiar wooden column of your kitchen area. Loki crushed his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as he pressed your chests together, hands traveling down the sides of your body to wrap your legs around him.

The feel of your hands being brought above your head despite the god's hands still roaming and grasping at your thighs had your eyes snapping open, breaking the kiss with a little squeak from the back of your throat as you looked up. A thrill shot up your spine seeing a thick glowing ring of Loki's seiðr fastened around your wrists and keeping you tethered to the column behind you.

"I could not decide whether to reward you or punish you for getting the better of me earlier, my love," he rasped, latching his lips to your neck and sucking a bruise into your skin. He smirked against you when you started whimpering and arching into his touch within seconds. "So I shall do both."

You let out a whiny sound that had him lightly grasping your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip to coax it into a pout. He kissed you again, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. Then another ring of his seiðr appeared at your hips, keeping them flush against the column as both rings began to lift you up, your feet soon leaving the ground until he was eye level with your pelvis.

He made a motion with his hand and suddenly you felt a breeze all over your body as he bared you to him, your clothes disappearing in a flash of green.

"Loki…" you whined, squirming under his predatory gaze as another ring of seiðr went around each of your legs, just above your knee, and opened you to him.

"I've not been home in ages, my darling mortal," he rasped, not taking his eyes off of your arousal as he licked his lips. "And I am famished." He took a step closer to you, lightly running his fingers up your inner thigh.

"Let--Let me down, then," you said shakily, feeling your walls quivering and clenching around nothing as he traced up your inner thigh again, only this time with the tip of his nose before pressing a tender kiss to your skin. "I can fix us something to--"

"Oh no, sweet Talia." He kissed you right below your belly button, groaning into your skin. "I do not crave food, my love." He continued to press kisses to your stomach, faintly chuckling when you tried to close your legs and his restraints kept you from moving even an inch. "Your reward is that I will not deny you any ounce of pleasure tonight. I have longed for you too much to deny you much of anything."

He moved his head lower, and you let out an obscene moan of his name as he ran his tongue along the length of your slit before slowly circling your clit.

"Your punishment…" he breathed, pressing slow lingering kisses and laving his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "No touching."

"Loki, wait--Oh f-fuck!" The room filled with your moans as he proceeded to alternate between long licks at your entrance and close his lips over your clit for what felt like a blissfully torturous eternity. He kept his word on not denying you anything as he brought you over the edge over and over again.

Your throat was raw from your constant moans and screams of his name and various expletives, already having lost count of how many times you came for him when he slid two devastatingly long fingers inside you and curled up, brushing against the spot that had you seeing stars. "One more, sweet girl," he mumbled around your clit, the vibrations from his voice already bringing you to the brink of orgasm yet again.

He moved your legs to rest your thighs on his shoulders, moaning against you when your entire body tensed as you came for him again, your pussy quivering against his mouth as he lapped at your release with languid strokes of his tongue. The restraints around your wrists and hips moved you down the column until your face was level with his, a weak whimper slipping from you when you saw how his lips glistened with your juices.

You barely registered the sound of the zipper as he kissed along your chest, biting and sucking more bruises into your skin. He lined himself up at your entrance, sliding into you in a single effortless thrust and eliciting a staggered sigh of relief from the god. "I've m-missed this," he whimpered between thrusts. "Missed you." Thrust. "My precious mortal." Thrust. "My wife." Thrust.

He threw his head back, letting out a decadent moan when you clenched around him after what he'd just called you. It had you desperately longing for your wedding day. Desperately aching to touch him. Just desperate for him.

"Please…" you whimpered, feebly fighting against the restraints again. When the rings holding you to the column finally disappeared, you could only let out a sharp exhale, your hand immediately clawing into your fiancée's back, the other weaving into his onyx curls.

Loki pressed you harder against the column, driving himself deeper inside you, his hands roaming and grasping wherever he could, as if he couldn't get enough of you. Couldn't touch you enough. He slanted his mouth over yours, moaning into the kiss when your tongues tangled together and you could taste your release on him. He adjusted his hold on you, letting out another muffled obscene sound into each other's mouths when the motion caused you to bounce on his cock.

Once he held you securely in his arms he started walking you further into your home, each step making you bounce on him and further weakening you in his embrace. He eased you down onto your bed, breaking the kiss and rendering you completely speechless watching his clothes melt away and baring his godly physique to you.

All you could do was breathe his name as he moved to hover over you again, pressing his lips to your cheek as he picked up the pace. He wrapped his hand around your knee, raising your leg to wrap it around his waist so he could drive into you harder. When you felt his fingers rubbing over your clit, the only sound that came out of you was a sharp moan, your body weakly arching against his hand before squeaking out, "I can't--"

"Just one more, dear heart. For me," he grunted, latching his lips onto that spot between your neck and shoulder as he kept on rubbing tight circles on the over-sensitized nub. Your legs shook and your walls convulsed around him, bring him to his own release as he marked your skin.

Once you both came down from your high, you felt his seiðr wash over you as he pulled you into his arms, putting the covers over you both with another wave of his hand. "I gotta be honest with you, sweetie, that felt a little pent up," you exhaled, a tiny part of you finding it unfair that he'd already resumed his regular breathing as if he didn't just fuck you senseless.

Damn Asgardian endurance.

"Because it was, precious mortal," he told you simply, tracing his finger along your cheek. "How long has it been since last you saw me?"

"Three months…give or take a week?" You braced yourself, already dreading what he'd say next.

"I have not seen you for over a year, my love," he confessed, pressing another kiss to your lips. "At least not like this. Every time I had seen you, you were yet to know me. There were worlds where you even outright feared me, scurrying away once you'd realized where you recognized me from. When I got to your shop earlier, I nearly believed I landed in another iteration of that world."

Suddenly your 'prank' from earlier left a sinking feeling in your stomach. "Loki, I'm sorry, I didn't know." You wrapped your arm around him, pressing yourself even closer to him if that were even possible, resting your head on his shoulder. "I just thought it'd be a bit of fun--"

"You have nothing to apologize for," he reassured you, brushing the tip of his nose along your own before softly kissing the spot. "But I have missed you terribly. Getting to hold you, to love you. To simply be here with you and enjoy a moment with my wife."

"Future wife," you pouted. "We're still in the planning phase, sadly. I take it the last time you saw me was sometime in our…future? I'm sorry this still gets confusing for me." He nodded his answer, pressing his lips to your forehead. "Well then the timelines better fucking behave because I refuse to let you go anywhere. I get that you're a big powerful hero now, and knowing that you're out there making sure that everyone's safe and gets to come home to their families? I couldn't be prouder. But you should get to come home, too." You pressed a kiss to his chest, just over his heart. "Preferably for longer than a quickie with your fiancé."

His brows furrowed, shaking his head at your sentiment before pulling you to lay on top of him, chests pressed together with his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace. "I've come from a time where we were married and I called you my wife. Regardless of our pending ceremony, that is what you are to me now and what I will call you moving forward. No more of those semantics."

You nudged his chin with your nose, a giggle escaping you when he pulled you up to capture your lips in a soft kiss. "Tell me about it. The future…"

"When I found you, you were a force to be reckoned with. Planning your friend Aria's wedding--"

"Ah, so she and Leif really are headed for the fairytale happy ever after?"

"No no, you were planning the wedding in Asgard." You eyes widened at the new information. "She was set to marry Thor."

"Wait she what?!"

A/N: I'm so excited to participate in this year's Secret Santa again! This has been so much fun to write for both times around, and hopefully the story did justice to the request 🥹💖

The request from @acidcasualties:

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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Lokabrenna

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Short story # 16

✨Fandom(s) - Vikings & The Last Kingdom

💍Pairing - Osferth X Reader

🕯Summary - After many years, you and your brothers are reunited with your father, King Ragnar. Along side him are two men you've never met. And when met face to face with your father, you unleash your rage of being abandoned.

⚠️Warning(s) - Talk of mutilation, near death experience, abandonment, and that's about it I think.

📝Note(s) - Okay so I randomly started brewing this story in my head. I've watched all but like the last season of Vikings, and this story will have little to do with the storyline up until the point Ragnar comes back. Now I've never watched The Last Kingdom, I want to start watching it soon, but as I am writing this piece I haven't watched any. So this crossover will be interesting to say the least. Oh and I apologize but I am writing this with the idea that the reader is about 6'7", and in time I'll explain why in later notes. But for the most part this won't be mentioned, but it will pop up every so often. Reader is also described to have emerald green eyes, dark hair the first two things being things from her mother, and scars she obtained as a girl. Other than that the readers image is up to you. So the read is kinda like an OC but with your name, and the majority of your image. Oh and in this story the Norse Gods are real, and several will be involved in this story. But some things to do with the Gods isn't actually a part of Norse mythology, I'm just bending some of it to work best with the story. (Thank you for taking the time to read the notes if you have.)

🗝Key information - Lokabrenna meaning Loki's Torch in this story. (Eventually it will make perfect sense.)

🌬Year posted - 2022

📖Reading time roughly - Ten minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈ Part 1.) | Part 2.) |

🎧Playlist to listen to while reading.↓↓↓

Sparing with Björn was something (Y/n) indulged with most days, as he was the only one of her brothers willing to spar with her, and the only one that would push her to better her skills. Though her twin, Ivar would likely spar with her and push her to be the best, his legs prevented him from being able to do as much as Björn could. The others watched their eldest brother fought with their little sister, who wasn't quite so little, as she stood roughly four inches above Björn. Ubbe chuckled when (Y/n) slammed her shield into Björns, making the blond stumble back several inches. "You can do better than that." (Y/n) taunted her brother, blocking his sword and countering swiftly, her blade resting beside his neck. "Honestly I'm beginning to think you are getting old brother." She teased, making the others snicker on the sidelines. Björn scoffed with a grin, breaking away from her and beginning the fight again.

"King Ragnar has returned." A voice called out, the words making (Y/n)'s stance falter, giving Björn the opportunity to trip her, making her land face first into the dirt. "Shit." Björn muttered under his breath, realizing his mistake, he tossed his shield and sword aside. The others approaching as she rolled onto her back, looking to the blue sky with glossy emerald eyes. "I didn't mean to-" She cut Björn off. "It isn't that." She closed her eyes for a moment, only opening them again when Ivar brushed her hair away from her eyes. "He doesn't know she is alive." Ivar reminded their brothers in a soft tone, making the eldest sigh with realization. Björn offered his hand to (Y/n), pulling her to her feet when she accepted his offer. "Well then, he will be surprised hm." The blond patted her shoulder affectionately, smiling when she chuckled at that. "Come on then, let's go see the old man." She dusted herself off then followed behind her brother's, keeping pace with Ivar as she always would.

The growing crowd parted for the arrival of the Princes and Princess, allowing Ragnar to see his children for the first time in many years. The shock apparent when his eyes laid on (Y/n), who stood tall beside her brother's, trying to suppress her emotions. "(Y/n)." Ragnar breathed out her name, tears welling in his eyes at the sight of his only surviving daughter. Ragnar approached her with slow steps, as if he was afraid she would vanish if he approached to quickly. "Little (Y/n)." He smiled taking in the sight of her. "Not so little any more." He remarked with a grin, his eyes casting to her left where Ivar sat, his pointer finger curled around (Y/n)'s, something they had done since birth for comfort. "Hello Ivar." Ragnar smiled down at his youngest son, and for a moment Ivar mirrored his smile, until (Y/n) suddenly shoved Ragnar away. The crowd grew deathly silent, watching the scene unfold before them.

"You left me." She hissed lowly, looming over her father. "I didn't-." Ragnar tried, but she stalked forward, putting her face into his. "You left me for dead." (Y/n) growled quietly, fire practically glowing within her emerald orbs. "I thought you had died." He argued. "I called out to you, I screamed so you would hear me. And yet you left me to burn in that dragons fire." Her gaze cast to the two strange men accompanying the King. "Let me guess, this is the boy you took in after you abandoned me?" She accused, Ragnar's eyes shimmering with shame. "You left all of us, but you would raise this stranger as if he were your own." She scoffed. "You think we did not know? That we didn't keep an eye on you? That we wouldn't hear about the young warrior claiming to be another son of King Ragnar?" She straightened her back, looming over her father once more. "You are no King, and you are no father, you are just an old man wallowing in self pity." She hissed before turning her back on him.

"I am your father, and I am your King!" Ragnar yelled, his anger only fueling (Y/n)'s rage. She quickly spun on her heel, and Björn tried catching her arm as she moved to swing. He failed in holding her back, instead he only pulled two of her rings off before her fist collided with Ragnar's jaw, the warn man fell to one knee, blood oozing from his lip. "You stopped being my father when you left me for dead, and you are a worthless King that even the Gods do not recognize." Her voice boomed over the crowd, and as quickly as she had said that, she stormed off. Shoving her way through the crowd, unaware of her brother's following her. Björn crouched down to pick up (Y/n)'s rings, which had fallen to the ground. While Uhtred and Osferth helped Ragnar to his feet, despite the old King's demands to be left alone. "You are not the man I once knew." Björn commented as he rose to his feet, looking his father in the eyes. "Like (Y/n)... I cannot forgive you for what you did to her." He added before walking away, intent on joining his siblings again.

(Y/n) began her trek into the woods, her sword secured to her hip, and her large grey cloak fastened around her shoulders. "Princess wait a moment." Uhtred called out as he and Osferth jogged after her into the woods. "Why should I even speak to you?" She glowered at the man, who looked almost sheepish before her. "I'm sorry." He offered, which only confused her. "Why are you sorry?" She questioned. "Because of your father." He explained. "I am not angry at my father for raising you... I am angry that he so easily abandoned me and my brothers. And yet instead of coming home, with or without you, he stayed out there and pretended as if he wasn't a King, as if he didn't have his own children to care for." She turned away and began walking again, only for the men to follow her. "You said he left you for dead? I had assumed he left you here with your brothers." He spoke up again, his words causing her to stop again. "My father took me with him when he ran away from Kattegat, I was to young to understand what was happening." She pulled her hood down, properly observing the two.

"I was with him for two years, we lived in a cabin far from here. One evening while he was out hunting a dragon descended upon the cabin. It set the cabin on fire while I was trapped inside, I cried out for my father to save me, but he never came. The dragon had left as quickly as it came, and I was left alone to burn alive." The smaller of the two grimaced at her words. "I found myself trapped in the best place however, as the smoke could not reach me. When part of the wall finally crumbled to the ground, I crawled as best I could out of the cabin. I was weak, and burnt badly. The sky was dark by this point, and my father nowhere in sight." She licked her lips before continuing. "I did the only thing I could think to do, I wept for the Gods. Praying that one of them would hear me, and offer me aid. The wolf God Fenrir heard me, and sent his sons Hati and Sköll to aid me. They found me and used what little magic they could to mend my wounds, which did very little, but it kept me alive long enough for them to bring me home."

She pulled to cord of her cloak, allowing it to fall to the ground. "They ran for seven days and eight nights with me atop Hati until they reached Kattegat. They broke into my families long house, with me on the brink of death, and the moment my mother laid eyes on me she knew what had happened. For she dreamt about it the very same night it happened. She sent for healers from far and wide, and with their help I was nurtured back to health. I bare the scars of my father's negligence, and can never forgive him for it." She turned her back to the men, and quickly swept her shirt up to show them, the mass amount of burnt skin stretched across the expanse of her back. "Gods." Uhtred muttered under his breath, the both of them stunned by the sheer amount of tattered skin, each wondering how she could survive such a thing. The sound of a branch snapping caught their attention, and just as her brothers walked into view (Y/n) dropped her shirt, now facing her brother's.

"You are going to see him aren't you? To pay tribute?" Ubbe asked as she picked up her cloak. "I am." She nodded her head in agreement. "We're coming with you." Björn stated. "Why?" She wondered. "We wish to give thanks to the ones who saved you." Ivar cut in, moving around Ubbe to sit at her feet. "Hvitserk, Sigurd, why are you coming? Neither of you have ever seemed to care much about me." She tilted her head, her words making Hvitserk scoff. "You are still our sister." Sigurd argued. "We care more deeply than you think." Hvitserk added. "Okay... You can all come with me." She smiled at her brother's, her gaze casting to Uhtred and Osferth when Uhtred cleared his throat. "Who are you going to see?" He questioned. "Fenrir wolf." Her words stunned them both for a moment. "We shall come as well." Uhtred insisted. "And why is that?" (Y/n) questioned. "I feel that we must." He vaguely explained, making (Y/n) arch a brow at him.

"If that is what you wish, then so be it." She turned her attention then to Ivar. "I shall carry you Ivar, this is a long journey, and I do not wish for you to suffer." She knelt before him. "So you shall suffer instead?" Ivar argued stubbornly. "I will happily suffer for you dear brother." She assured him, before playfully bumping her forehead against his. Only turning her back to him when he grinned at her, and effortlessly she hoisted her twin onto her back, and rose to her feet. "We will not be back until tomorrow evening." She warned them, half expecting Uhtred and Osferth to turn back. A faint grin ghosting her lips when they continued to follow her lead deeper into the woods. "I didn't expect Fenrir to be so close to Kattegat." Uhtred remarked. "He isn't. But one of the passageways to him is." (Y/n) explained, the entire encounter leaving Osferth confused in his silence, though he continued to follow his friend regardless of his doubts.

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Private Tutor

Sorry lovelies! I've been really busy and sick for some time but here's a quick Sunday smut for y'all.

If you like more, check out my Masterlist

Pairing: Prince!Loki x BratPrincess!OC

Warnings: smut, 18+, minors DNI, borderline incest - not really they're not biological and they didn't grow together, sex - p on v , m receiving, f receiving, brat!oc

Technically, you are Thor's biological younger sister. Loki is your adoptive brother that Odin took in before you were born. Since birth, you were raised away from Asgard and along with the witches your mother entrusted you with. Their constant praises and doting evidently turned you into a brat. Now that you've come of age, you return to Asgard and an unwanted sexual tension builds up between you and Loki with your constant bickering.

"Your highness, I told the princess that she was not allowed in your room but she was persistent" the guards trailed behind Loki as he walked hurriedly to his room. It was evening and he had just arrived from his princely duties. He was already exhausted and now he is fuming.

He tried best not to get attracted to you but the more you show your bratty side, the more it compels him to dominate over you.

He wants to pin you down and make you beg for release as he kiss your lips raw, the same lips that continually spew insults and commands to everyone.

Before you entered you commanded all the guards to leave. They might paint the wrong picture if you ended up screaming to that brat. Undeniably, a pang of excitement hit you as you came to the realization that you are in his room.

He took a deep breath as he opened the door. A waft of your scent hits his nostrils right away. He saw you in your thin nighties barely covering anything, reading a spell book face down in his bed. Your soft skin glistened against the light of his room.

He saw your thick cotton robe lying on the floor and he picked it up, "what are you doing in my room?" He asked, scanning you up and down.

"I got bored. I heard you got a lot of spell books here so I invited myself," you smugly answered.

Loki's patience was running thin but he tried to keep is composure, "you could just bring the book to your room to read,"

"that won't be fun. Besides, is it so bad that I want to spend some time with my other brother while Thor is away?" You teasingly responded, shifting you position to sit on the edge of the bed.

"y/n, please spare me the teasing for tonight. I am exhausted. You could read here for a while but once I'm out of my bath I want you out as well."

You pout as Loki heads to the bath, ignoring your teasing. In reality, Loki had to release himself after seeing you there in his bed. He was laying in the bath, the warm water relaxing his aching muscles. Only the dim flickering lights to accompany him in the large bath.

He threw his head back as he palms himself to the thought of you. Slow and steady strokes as he imagines you coming undone to his cock. He knows it's wrong but he can't help himself.

He was barely awake and did not notice you strip and slowly joined him to the bath. You noticed he was stroking himself as he murmurs your name.

You flicked his hand away and replaced it both of your own to stroke his cock. He was enormous and you wondered if that could ever fit you. Loki was moaning - was he dreaming?

You were looking at him and his face seemed calm, his arms were outstretched on either side of the bath. You were still admiring his sharp features against the flickering light when you felt a sharp tug against your hair guiding you straight to his cock underwater.

You almost gagged, realizing that you are balls deep on your brother's cock. He bobs your head up and down as he bucks his hips in response. You flailed under the water and Loki released your hair so you could face him properly.

Your hair was a mess and your breasts were peeking from the water, "what in Hel was that?" you complained.

"I believe I told you to stay in the room, and yet here you are - hungry for your own brother's cock"

"I heard you say my name as you stroke yourself. Father won't be so pleased to hear that you're lusting over your sister"

"Should we recall how you commanded the guards to let you in my room in your thin night gown? Or how you followed me here in my personal bath alone, dear sister? I don't think Allfather would be pleased to hear that too"

You bit your lower lip in frustration. "You suck as an older brother" as you slumped beside him pouting.

"I do " he purrs in your ear as he moves closer behind you, his erect cock grazing your bare ass. "But now that you're here, I'd like to make this fun for both of us - a bonding moment"

He proceeds to lightly circle your clit with his right hand and play with your breast with his left. You let out a pathetic whimper when he started kissing the crook of your neck too.

"should I keep going, princess?" He asked as he stopped all his movement.

"Don't stop" you whined.

Your legs were starting to get shaky but Loki lifts your body up to sit you on the edge of the bath. He marvels as he spreads your legs in front of him. "Stop staring at it too much, it's embarrassing" your face was red.

"I'll stare at it and worship it as much as I want, princess" before you can complain, Loki moves to lick your folds, a jolt of electricity running throughout your body as his nose comes in contact with your aching clit. You were already sopping wet as he inserted two of his fingers inside. "My, my - you're already so warm and wet. So needy"

"Stop teasing me - aaahhh" complains falling to deaf ears as your whole body rocked while he pistoned his fingers inside you. You grabbed Loki closer as your toes curled up to an orgasmic release. Loki helped you ride out the wave as your whole body shuddered.

He guided you to his throbbing member. Using both hands to stroke and your plump lips to suck him out. Your eyes watered from taking in his huge cock but he seemed to enjoy the pleasure he's getting from you. You were sex-drunk at this point to complain.

You go deeper and deeper into him as he bucks his hips against your face. "What a pretty princess you are - so filthy for me" he moans as he shoots his loads into your mouth which you swallowed until the last drop.

He flips you over so he could take you from behind, your arms grab the edge of the bath to support you. He teasingly rubs his cock to your folds and you try to buck your ass back so you can feel him.

He gives it to you - slowly pushing inside you as you adjust to his size. Your walls clenching him in. He thrusted out, only leaving the tip inside before thrusting back inside. Building the speed overtime - your moans and groans echoed inside the bath.

Not satisfied, Loki lifts one of your legs up to grind deeper into you. Your whole body was shaking and it was so good. You felt another wave of orgasm creeping up and before you could warn Loki, it flooded inside you. Your warm release coated Loki's member which triggered his own climax soon after. White seed shoot out to your back as he pulls out just in time.

You were both sweaty, and panting for breath.

"Maybe I should visit your room often now" you moaned

"Definitely not. Stop being a brat, y/n" Loki answered.

"Being a brat led me to having sex with my brother so I think I'll keep on being one. Consider this a private tutoring and no one will bat an eye once they know I'm learning from the best magic casters in Asgard" you beamed.

"This is not happening again. I think we both should forget this"

"I don't think so, I love you Loki" you seductively teased him and you felt his growing member as you fiddle it on your fingers. You close in to kiss him passionately as you straddle on top of him.

"Such a brat" he breathily responds.

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daenysthedreamer101 · 1 month

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Mood boards masterlist

Hello and welcome ☺✨💓

Here you will find all the fandoms I like and all the mood boards I made.

ASOIAF (GOT & HOTD)

House Targaryen

Daenys the Dreamer

Aegon the Conqueror

Queen Visenya

Queen Rhaenys

Princess Rhaenyra

Queen Rhaenyra

Prince Daemon

Princess Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was

Baela and Rhaena Targaryen

Aegon II

Prince Aemond One-Eye

Princess Helaena

Prince Rhaegar

Prince Viserys

Daenerys Stormborn

How a Targaryen princess might style herself

Daenerys and her female ancestors

Daenerys and her male ancestors

Targaryens and their dragons

House Lannister

Cersei Lannister

Jaime Lannister

House Stark

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Arya Stark

Jon Snow

House Arryn

House Greyjoy

House Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell

House Martell

Prince Oberyn

House Baratheon

House Tully

Lady Catelyn

House Velaryon

Lord Corlys, the Sea Snake

Laena Velaryon

Laenor Velaryon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Lucerys Velaryon

Miscellaneous

Lady Ashara Dayne

HARRY POTTER

House Slytherin

POV: You're Draco's sister

House Ravenclaw

House Hufflepuff

House Gryffindor

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Vampires

Mystic Falls

Lexi

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Katherine Pierce

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Finn

Elijah

Klaus

Kol

Rebekah

Kassandra (OC)

POV: You're one of the Mikaelsons

Rebekah x Kassandra

MARVEL/MCU

Loki

MISCELLANEOUS

POV: You're the wife of Michael Corleone

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enchantinglyjade · 1 month

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Rise of the Titans

Chapter One

Goddess!OC x Loki

Masterlist Previous | Next (Coming Soon) Warnings: None

Arali jumps out of bed, eager to start the day, not that she had been able to sleep anyways. You see, every few years the Asgardian Royal Family would come to Olympus to visit and today happened to be one of those times. Honestly, she had grown a bit tired of her older brothers and sisters, seeing as she was the youngest by a few thousand years, so she was excited to play with someone her own age once more.

She dresses in her finest white chiton with a blush colored cloth pinned above her right shoulder and draped over her body. She twirls in the mirror, then zips out of her room, speeding down the hallways of the large castle to find her mother. Turns out, the Asgardians had arrived early, as they were already standing in the throne room. They were being greeted by her mother and big brother, Cronus, both in front of the throne with a smile.

Her mother was always very welcoming, treating everyone she met with kindness as if they were her own. Cronus however, let’s just say Arali tried to avoid him at all costs, much like the rest of the kingdom. She loved her brother, but felt there was something off about him. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

She sneaks in unnoticed and hides herself behind one of the giant, white columns in the room. She peeks out to look at the two young children standing beside the guests, both seeming to grow impatient as their parents converse politics and such.

The Asgardian monarch, Queen Frigga, glances towards Arali. She smiles warmly, and raises her hand to wave at the child. Her presence was always so dear to Arali, seeing her almost as a second mother. She waves back, shy that she had been seen. Frigga’s movement is noticed by Gaia. The two of them share a glance, before Frigga excuses her two boys, whispering something to them. They look around confused before making eye contact with the young goddess behind the pillar. Their eyes light up, and the three run enthusiastically towards the exit of the throne room together.

It wasn’t long before the news of the Asgardians’ arrival traveled throughout the kingdom, which in turn, brought a handful of the other children among the royal court to the halls in search of the new princes. The three of them were found quickly, which Thor didn’t mind one bit, for he rather enjoyed the attention. Eventually, they all made their way outside to the gardens, hoping to play many rounds of games.

Thor began to show the group his strength and sporty tricks, all of which seemed to gawk at the boy’s power and charisma. Arali watches Loki roll his eyes and sit on a nearby tree stump. She looks back at Thor, before deciding she would rather join his younger brother. She may have been of a higher status than the other kids, but she was still the youngest, and therefore, always left out, just as Loki was. She sits next to him on the stump, swinging her legs in excitement. Hoping that he would start the conversation for her, she turns to face him with a smile, staring at him until he gets the idea.

Surrendering to her attention, he greets her timidly with a sigh in his voice, “Hello, Arali.” His eyes filled deep with boredom.

She waves at him with great keenness.

“How about a game of Kubb?” The blond Asgardian boy suggests loudly to everyone.

Arali leans over to Loki, “I prefer beating you at Ephedrismos.”

He rolls his eyes at her comment. “That is a game for girls. I am not playing that.”

She shrugs her shoulders with a short laugh. “No wonder you can never win.” They stick out their tongue to one another, teasingly, as she pokes fun at the young prince.

“Kubb it is! The tallest team gets to go first!” Thor yells running to take his place with great pride, knowing very well that he is the tallest.

Arali raises her hand up to her head, measuring her height, then puts it above Loki’s. “I’m taller than you~” she says with a snicker. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms with a huff.

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“Mama, I want powers too! I’m just as strong as Loki and Thor, but they don’t believe me!”

The goddess mother kneels to take her daughter's tiny hand within her own. “Calm, little princess. All my powers will one day be passed down to you. You will get your powers when you are ready.”

“But I want them now!”

Another voice chimes in, “Perhaps with patience, they will come to you naturally.” Frigga walks into the room, causing the child’s face to brighten with excitement.

Arali wiggles her toes impatiently, “I cannot wait to get my powers! I don’t want to be like the mortals anymore.” She grimaces.

The goddess mother scoops up her child, placing her in her lap on the bed. “You see Arali, over 10,000 years ago, I was born on a planet called Gaia. That is where I got my name. The people there did not like me very much. They thought I was… odd for being born with powers, but eventually I came to make friends. Every 5,000 years the planets align with one another, creating portals between the worlds. This is called the Convergence. My husband, Ouranos, and I, and a number of our friends, accidentally stepped through one of these portals, getting lost on this planet. As we settled on Olympia, we began changing. We discovered a fruit; whose juices slowed our aging, until one day we ceased to age at all. You may be a goddess and a Titan, little one, but never forget deep down you are of Gaia. You may be powerful and strong, but you are as much a human as the mortals. Use your strength to protect them, but do not put yourself above them.”

Arali lowers her head, ashamed she has upset her mother. Gaia tucks an orange strand of her child’s hair behind her ear. “It is quite alright, Arali. Just remember to speak kindly of the mortals.”

She nods, her smile returning to her face. “Okay. Can I go now?” Gaia nods with a laugh, letting her jump off of her lap.

The child follows Frigga out into the courtyard where the other children play.

“Mama tells me one day I am going to be Queen,” Arali gloats to the older woman.

The Allmother laughs at her confidence. “That is the day Loki will become King, as well.” As if on cue, the boy slows his jog as he approaches his mother. Confused upon hearing his name, he intends to find out what the two are talking about.

“What do you mean?” Arali questions.

Frigga bends down, extending her arms for the two children to come closer to her. “It means the two of you are promised to each other.”

Confused on how he got brought into the conversation, Loki asks, “What does that mean?”

“Once you have become adults, you will be married to each other, officially uniting your kingdoms.”

The children look to each other in disgust “Ew!” They shout.

“I am not marrying her.” “I am not marrying him either!” The children dispute.

“You will become king and queen if you do.” The current Queen suggests to them.

Loki and Arali look at each other, then back at Frigga with smiles before he adds, “Well, maybe you’re not so bad.” Aralia glares and crosses her arms at this.

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“Can you read to me, mama?” Her mother nods, already knowing which book to bring with her to her daughter’s bed. She sits, allowing the ball of orange curls to snuggle into her abdomen. She opens the book to the marked page, but before she can open her mouth to read she is interrupted.

“Who is Aphrodite?” Arali whispers from beneath her blankets.

Gaia sets the book down into her lap, keeping a thumb in between the pages as the cover closes on its own. “Now, where did you hear this name from?”

Arali’s eyes quickly shift down to look at the quilt she was covered with. “I heard Hyperion talking about her with the others”

Her mother lets out a breath. “Aphrodite is The Goddess of Love. She is the daughter of Ouranos.” She explains.

“Are you her mom too?” Arali looks up at her mother with her big round eyes.

Gaia shifts uncomfortably, wondering how to explain the situation, “No, she is like you; She only has one parent, created through very powerful magic. But, you could see her as your sister in a way.” Luckily, Arali does not ponder any further than that. Instead, she shrugs curling even further into her wool blankets. Gaia re-opens the book to read, just like she does every night.

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There were a few special occasions when Gaia would bring her daughter to visit the kingdom of Asgard. While she and Frigga discussed future plans, Arali would run off with her two princely friends.

Thor was ecstatic to introduce her to his friends back at home. Sif, Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun, were happy to meet her, but once introductions were through, she was stuck behind with Loki, as usual. Not that she minded.

“Let’s go on an adventure!” Arali whispers to Loki.

As Loki slowly begins to accept her company, it becomes routine for the two to go adventuring while the rest of the children are busy with his older brother. They adored making quests for themselves and setting out to discover all that nature has to offer to them.

He smiles before taking her hand, dragging her behind him and away from the group. About a minute or two into walking, they come across a beautiful spring. Water cascades down the many large rocks that rise just below the surface of the forest, falling into the water below with a soft showering sound.

Arali stands in awe at the view in front of her, giggling as she continues to hold the boy’s hand. They freeze as they hear a noise in the near distance. They soon come to realize it is Frigga calling out for them. “Race you!” Running back out the forest, they meet with the rest of the group.

“Could you tell us a story, mother?”

“Oh! Tell the one about the Dark Elves!”

“Or the Frost Giants!”

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Arali, Thor, Loki, and a handful of the children of the court are out exploring once more. Thor, the group’s designated leader, decided it would be fun to explore one of the vast forests of Olympia. As they make their way through the many trees and grasses they come to a clearing. In the open area sits a collection of boulders, which the children rush to rest upon.

Arali, of course, with Loki. The two share a boulder, watching the others play. Giggles suddenly escape Loki’s throat. Confused, Anesia turns to examine her friend, insisting to discover what was so funny.

Loki leans to whisper to her, “Watch this.”

And with that, he had disappeared. She twists in her spot, looking for the boy, but he is nowhere to be found. That is, until she heard the others screaming. Quickly, she looks to find out the problem. The others are backing away from Thor in fear.

“No need to be afraid, my friends. It is just a little snake. See? Aren’t they amazing?” He crouches down, grabbing the snake, holding it out to admire it. One of the children steps closer, feeling more brave now that they see Thor playing with the thing unharmed. But, soon more screeches follow as a green shimmer of light wraps around the snake, and in the blink of an eye Loki stands in its place.

“Ha! It’s me!” he yells, jabbing Thor with a twig.

Thor yelps falling to the ground. “Loki!”

Loki laughs at his clever prank, but his smile grows even more seeing his red headed companion holding her sides with laughter.

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“You like my brother? Haha! Loki! Come here! I have news!” The blond jumps in excitement, waving his hands to catch his brother’s attention.

Arali runs back over to Thor, jumping to catch his arms. “Shut up, Thor!” But it does her no good, the raven haired boy is already running over to examine the situation. She pushes him to the ground, raising a fist above his head. “You promised you would not say anything!”

Thor screams, raising his hands to shield himself, as the young girl attempts to shove his hands away.

Loki approaches the scene laughing with a wide smile on his face. “Hit him again! Haha! ”

She spins to Loki, embarrassment still coursing through her. “And you are next!”

The boy is caught off guard by her sudden hostility towards him, but that is soon replaced with smugness. “Oh really? Then try and find me!” And with that, the boy uses his magic to duplicate himself, surrounding the two that were still on the ground.

“Brother, not this again.” Thor mumbles, as Arali climbs off of him, determined to see through Loki’s illusions. She would finally prove that she was just as smart and powerful as the two of them. She looks around her, looking for any small glitch in his magic. Some illusions are transparent, others have delayed reactions. Then she finds the one. She runs to him, pretending to prepare an attack, which he responds to with wide eyes, dispelling the rest of the illusions quickly. As she approaches, she loses her footing, sending both of them crashing down onto the grass.

She giggles. “Found you.”

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cdragons · 11 months

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MCU Eternals Romantic!Ikaris X Reader & Platonic!Druig X Reader AU Idea (AKA my ADHD/Neurodivergent brain is whipping my butt)

Ok so, I'm just going to spare y'all the misery and brain spiral I put both @valeskafics & @its-actually-minicika through, and give the most recent one. This is a really long post as it will go into a lot of detail about the character's personality and her interactions with other characters. Please read through it, and if you hate the idea. Don't be a jerk! Just move on, and ignore this post! But if this is something that you think would be interesting to read: like it and/or let me know in the comments, or send it to a friend you think will find this idea interesting!

So it goes without saying that the MCU Eternals' fandom has unanimously agreed that Druig is best boi/edgelord, and I have no disagreements with that. Hell I basically live on Tumblr's 'druig x reader' tag. BUT I too thirst after Ikaris (AKA Not-Mother's-Favorite)...look, it's Richard Madden, I'm only human.

If you are one of the maybe 10 followers I have, you will know that I am already writing 2 other fics (a Robb Stark x Yi Tish!OC, and an Ikaris X Water Elemental!Reader). But if you read this post's title...you will see that my ADHD brain refuses to listen to reason...and since starting to write fanfiction...it has only gone into overdrive. You will also know that I love drawing inspiration from mythology...and dragons but that's another discussion.

BACK TO THE POINT! So I have seen a lot of Nature Eternal!Reader x Druig fics, and I love all of them. But I read @spacetalbot's Druig x Reader x Ikaris fic where the reader is basically Persephone, AND @winterlves's Ikaris x reader fic where the reader is Thor and Loki's sister who controls nature. Needless to say...I became obsessed.

Basically, I wanted to explore the idea of an Eternal!Reader whose powers are like Persephone (Chlorokinesis, Geokinesis, Fertility Manipulation, etc.). And while Druig is like Hades, he serves more as this reader's overprotective older brother/guardian. Instead, her main love interest in this idea will be Ikaris.

Druig and Hades actually share a good amount of similarities to each other. Both are mostly disliked/not popular amongst the Pantheon/Eternals and humanity, both are secluded to their own domain/community, both are much more somber compared to their family members, and the list can go on. But the reason I wanted to use Ikaris as the main love interest is mostly to due with his attitude towards humanity and how he interacts with them. While life goes on for everyone else, it just sort of "stops" for him. He doesn't really make any effort to connect with them outside of being with Sersi, and when he leaves her, we don't see any further attempts. And this is where Persephone!Eternal kind of comes in.

Now, unlike my other Oc's/Reader fics, I actively plan on writing this reader to show neurotypical symptoms. For example, she will show signs of having trouble emotionally connecting/socially interacting with others. Her mind will wander in meetings and need a nudge to focus back. She might unintentionally put off someone by how she phrases her question/response. She will prefer to study the differing flora and fauna in the places they visit than interact with people. While she does hold some love and affection towards them, she knows that it's not her the humans love, but rather what she can provide for them. This last part is kind of what lays the foundation to Ikaris' and the Reader's connection.

One scene I intend to write that really shows how Persephone!Eternal's mind works is how she interacts with Phastos when he describes the steam engine to Ajak. Personally, I headcanon that Druig likes to be around when Phastos is inventing something, but more just to be his annoying little brother. Persephone!Reader is not at all tech-savvy, but it's how Phastos' thinks of his ideas that fascinates her. What materials would be needed to build it? Does the materials need to be first sourced by humans? Is the conversion of high pressure to low pressure like when an area with a lot of water flowing into an area with low amount of water? If I decide to write Ikaris seeing this, it will make him notice how Persephone!Reader's mind definitely works differently than his. As normally, he wouldn't question Phastos, just accept it and move on. But he would notice how you are the only one to really connect with him by how you don't outwardly mock him like Kingo or Sprite, and by being the only Eternal to act genuinely interested despite not technologically inclined.

Another scene would be how Persephone!Reader was supposed to be attending a feast for the harvest, and so Ajak sends Ikaris to look for her. He finds her in a secluded area of a forest, and with a cow and her calf. He is confused and so Reader explains that she noticed that the cow had been eating much more lately and been much more tired and unable to work. She overheard the humans wanting to kill it, but then she noticed that the cow was in fact pregnant. So while the feast was busy, she snuck away and made an area so that the cow could safely give birth in peace. Ikaris would notice that Persephone!Reader is smiling and much more at peace alone, than in a crowded area with tons of laughter and noise. You are worried that Ajak will find out and make you not see the animals anymore, but Ikaris promises you that he will keep your secret, and that he will just tell her that you weren't feeling well. This furthers your connection.

Another one is where there had been a big dispute amongst the humans, and some people are severely hurt. Druig and Ikaris get into a fight about it since it was under Ikaris' order that Druig not engage. Ikaris is impassive and stern and Druig calls him a coward. Persephone!Reader is seeing the fight and asks Ikaris why he wouldn't let Druig stop it, if he can do it, why not let him? Ikaris retorts stating that it isn't their place to settle their disputes, to which Reader states that he should care about the humans, and not be so cruel. Ikaris gets angry and tells reader that it is not his job to justify his reasonings to Druig or anyone else, much less her. So he storms away. A few hours pass, and Ikaris hasn't been seen by anyone, not even Ajak or Sersi. Reader finds him in a hidden area and notices that his face is very tired looking. Reader realizes that she has made a big misjudgement on her part in saying that Ikaris doesn't care, and is very careful in saying she is sorry. Ikaris is still upset and tells her to go away. But Reader just stands there and doesn't move, refusing to leave him alone. She eventually gives him a hug stating that she was wrong and she was sorry, and that she should have known better. This comforts him a lot as he allows the hug. Reader also makes him a wreath of flowers of her appreciation of him as her leader, but mostly as her friend.

I got a ton of scenes planned, so like and/or comment of what you think!

If you are still waiting for my Robb Stark x OC fic! The 3rd chapter will be out soon!

Edit: I reblogged this post to add on some headcanons of an additional Eternal!Reader who is Hecate. Check out the reboot part in Notes to see it!

#ikaris imagine #ikaris x reader #ikaris #druig x reader #druig imagine #eternals x reader #marvel x reader #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel eternals

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One time what is it like when auntie hella babysits her neices and nephews at the rogers household and the kids are well behaved . And end of the day they all sleep on the sofa or their beds and hella asleep on the couch?

"I'm surprised Hela wanted to watch the kids,"

Y/N was too, but not as much as Steve. She knew her sister had grown fond of their children since the day they were introduced to her. Y/N told them all about her (well, maybe not everything) and how she was going to live with them for a while. They seemed okay with it, especially little A.J. For some reason, he grew the closest to Hela. Perhaps he saw something in her that no one else did.

"Well, she really enjoys their company," Y/N stated as they parked in front of their home. "Better her than Loki or Thor, if we're being honest."

"Remember when we came home and found A.J. and Nat tied up and Daisy on the roof?"

"Can't believe they taught her how to fly. How?!"

They snuck inside, not wanting to make too much noise if the kids were already in bed. They were asleep, but they certainly weren't in bed. The television was still on, a random cartoon playing, while toys were scattered all over the floor along with the girls. Y/N stifled a giggle upon seeing Daisy and Nat passed out in different areas of the living room. Daisy was drooling over a half-finished page of her coloring book while Nat was snuggling her Winnie the Pooh plushie.

"Looks like they had a fun night," Steve whispered as he quietly went over to pick Nat up and take her to her room.

Y/N could only hum in agreement, now invested in the sight of Hela sleeping on the sofa. A.J. was right there with her, snuggled up next to her. Y/N sighed fondly as she waved her hand over them. A blanket appeared that she draped over the pair. She gave them one more smile before going over to pick Daisy up.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Flattery Gets You Nowhere - Loki Odinson X Female (Strange) Reader

Title: Flattery Gets You Nowhere

Loki Odinson X Female (Strange) Reader

Additional Characters: Steve, Natasha, Tony, the Receptionist (Becka) (OC), Taxi driver (Mentioned), Bucky (Mentioned), Peter (Mentioned), Bruce (Mentioned), Clint (Mentioned), Thor (Mentioned), Dr. Strange, and Dr. Strange's cape :)

Requested by @doctoriletyougotogalaxy!

WC: 2,482

Warnings: Jealousy mentioned, this isn't really an x reader, Tony's nicknames, Loki's nicknames, Loki's flirting, protective Strange, Reader can stand up for herself, flirting, anxiety, nervousness, blood mentioned by not really, death mentioned, alcohol mentioned, murder mentioned, slight angst, and family fluff

You thought going on vacation was going to be fun. Getting away from your job for a while and getting to see your older brother, sounds pretty fun to you. Especially since you were going to be staying at the Avenger's Tower for the next three weeks. You, among the Avengers, it was like a dream come true. When you found out that your brother had become one of them, sort of, you had to admit that you were a bit jealous at first, but you realized that it was probably better not to be someone like the Avengers, with the powers and all that. Your life was nice, daresay normal. You had a great, well-paying job, a pet or two, and even a few friends, but it was nice to get away for a while.

Getting out of the taxi, you grabbed your suitcase from the truck and quickly paid your driver, who had non stop asked for your Instagram, before staring up at the amazing tower in front of you. Your heart was beating heavily in your chest, growing a bit nervous at the thought of meeting the other Avengers. The only one that you had already met was Tony, and he was... Alright, to say the least.

Entering the tower, you went straight to the receptionist behind the desk, giving her a smile which she returned. "Do you have an appointment?" She then asked but before you could speak, you heard your name.

"Y/N! Hey, sugar-pie honey bunch!" Tony exclaimed loudly, the elevator door closing behind him as he walked over to you with a bright cocky smile. He sauntered over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "Sorry, Becka, she's with me." He spoke to the receptionist, before leading you back to the elevators he exited from. Pressing the button, Tony turned to look down at you as you waited, "So, how was the trip? Fun?" He asked as the elevator and the two of you entered.

"It was alright, the taxi driver was a bit rude but other than that, the trip was fun." You answered as Tony raised an eyebrow.

"He was rude? Say no more, consider him fired." Tony waved a hand as the elevator continued going up and up.

You looked up at him confused, raising your own eyebrow, "Fired? But you don't-"

"Ah, here we are!" Tony interrupted as the elevator doors opened, revealing a large room, with a few Avengers inside. "Some of the team are here to welcome you, and I, the amazing Tony Stark, am throwing you a party this weekend, you'll love it." Tony finished, leading you into the room where the Avengers turned to you.

This wasn't intimidating at all…

You knew some of the members in the room, having seen them on tv, or just knowing about them in general, but when they smiled and nodded politely to you, you felt yourself ease up a bit.

"Team, this is Y/N Strange. The Wizard's kid sister." Tony introduced you to the team, who seemed friendly enough. "Y/N, this Capsicle, Point Break, Legolas, Green Bean, Underoos, Manchurian Canidate-"

Alright, Tony, I don't think that's helping." A man that you knew as Captain America said, walking over before his blue eyes landed on you, "Nice to meet you, Y/N," Steve said warmly, offering you his hand. You took it happily and gave him a handshake, "Steve Rogers. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"It's a pleasure too, sir." You replied, only to have Steve shake his head with a small awkward laugh.

"Please, call me, Steve."

For the next couple of minutes, the team one by one came over to introduce themselves to you, and you couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed but relieved that they were all pretty pleasant toward you. After the introductions and greetings finished, you looked around the room, noticing a tall man with long shoulder-length, black hair standing, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed; a smirk on his face. He was just watching you, making you feel a bit uneasy. He pushed off the wall, walking over to stand next to Thor, oh, you thought, that's Loki. Your eyes narrowed as he wandered over offering his hand out to you.

"Loki, Son of Odin, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Strange." He stated, looking at you with those icy green eyes.

"Call me Y/N." You responded, taking his hand to shake, only for him to raise your hand to his lips, keeping eye contact as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

Tony coughed loudly before breaking the tension, "Okay, Reindeer Games, that's enough," He said, only for your brother to finally arrive.

Stephan entered the room, stopping when he saw Loki holding your hand; rage overtook him and he quickly marched his way over. Staring darkly at Loki, Stephan pulled you backward, pulling you out of Loki's clutches, Loki's smirk never falling. "Stay away from my sister, Loki." He spoke, and you smiled, finally seeing your brother after a year.

"I was just saying hello, Strange." Loki jested, as you turned to Stephan, ignoring the Frost Giant.

"Hey, Steph." You greeted him, giving him a hug. He returned your embrace, before letting go and returning to glare at the Prince of Asgard.

"Stay away." He finished, gritting his teeth as you placed a hand on his arm.

"It's fine, Steph, can you just show me my room?" You asked and Loki quickly spoke up.

"I can show you-" Only for you to turn and interrupt him with your own matching glare.

"No." You pointed a finger at him, "I want my brother, that I haven't seen in a year, to show me to my room, your highness." You finished with a hiss, as Loki just gazed down at you, amused.

"Feisty."

You scoffed, ignored him, following your brother down the hall to your room, your suitcase being pulled behind you.

~~~

A few days later, you entered the main room of the tower and headed to the kitchen, wiping up some breakfast as you hummed a soft tune. Stopping, you felt another presence behind you, pausing your movements, you turned around, finding Loki staring at you in the doorway. You sighed, rolling your eyes and turning back around, getting back to making your food.

"Ignoring me, darling?" He spoke up, and you clenched the butter knife in your hand, breathing through your nose.

"Don't call me that." You demanded, before going to the coffee maker and starting a fresh brew.

Loki entered the room, leaning up against the counter across from you, "Oh come now, love, I just wanted a chance to talk to you."

"We've talked plenty before, and don't call me 'love' either," You countered, pouring hot coffee into your cup, and stirring in some sugar, "And have you ever noticed how I don't ever want the chance to talk to you? And all you've been doing for the past couple of days I've been here is bothering me." You groaned lightly, growing frustrated as you finished your coffee and took a soft sip.

As said, for the past few days that you have been staying at the Tower, Loki was bothering you nonstop, flirting with you constantly. 'You look ravishing today, darling,' 'you have such beautiful eyes, dearie,' 'you're the most delicious human on the Midgard.' 'I wouldn't mind kissing you, my sweet.' This guy just wouldn't shut up! The only peace that you got was when your brother was around to save you or when you went to bed. You hated being "saved" but no matter what you said, Loki wouldn't stop flirting with you.

"You know," Loki began, his words trailing off slightly, you let out an inward sigh, closing your eyes as you waited for the next flirtatious remark Loki was going to make, "You are so much more beautiful every time I see you, darling."

You felt your blood bubble as you clenched your fists, but before you could lash out at Loki, you watched your brother enter the room.

"What are you doing? Stay away from my sister, Loki!" Stephen said, glaring at his brother, as Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you like ten thousand times now.”

"Calm down, Strange. I'm not bothering her. Just trying to have a conversation." Loki responded, crossing his arms, smirking playfully at Stephen, "Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You glared at Loki. 'Oh yeah, as if you weren't just being a nuisance,' You thought angrily as Stephan led you out of the room. Once you were in your room, you let out a dramatic sigh, placing your coffee on your bedside table. "He is so... So... Annoying!" You exclaimed, beginning to pace back and forward in your room as Steph watched you, his own arms crossed.

"I know." He said simply.

"He won't stop flirting with me! I mean... he's always so... so... Ugh!" You whined, rubbing your temples tiredly as Stephan snorted.

"He is quite... Ugh." Stephan responded, shrugging slightly as you stopped pacing. "Look, just ignore him, but if he gets too much, you still have that Sling Ring I gave you, right?"

You frowned, "Yeah, I do." You muttered, sitting down on your bed.

"Just teleport out, or just find me." Stephan suggested, sitting down beside you. “Even tattle-tale him to his brother, I bet Thor wouldn’t mind giving him a talking too if you asked him to.”

"Thank you," You mumbled, looking up at your brother with a small smile, "What what I do without you?"

"Probably die." He joked, causing you to smile wider.

"Right. Well. That's probably true." You started walking out, before stopping once again, turning your head back to glance over at Stephan, "Love you, bro."

"Love you too, little sister." Steph replied, as his cowl slipped off his shoulders and onto yours, cuddling into your cheek in support.

~~~

It was the night of the party Tony was throwing for you, and you were nervous, even though you would know everyone there, it was still a bit stressful. You had on your outfit for the big night, it was something you felt pretty confident in and you loved the color of it, so now, all you had to do was head down to the party. Heading out of your room, you headed down the hall and down the stairs, finding the rest of the team already down there. The team looked up at your entrance, cheering and calling out to you, Thor asking you to join them in lifting the hammer. Which, sadly you couldn’t do, but you had fun trying. The next hour or two was filled with music, talking, some dancing, and playing some games.

"Thank you, Tones, for throwing this party." You thanked the Iron Man, as you sat down beside your brother and Steve.

"No problem, honey bunch," Tony spoke, taking a sip of his drink.

For the next couple of hours, the party was in full swing, you talking and laughing with some of the Avengers and even dancing with Wanda and Natasha. You were having a lovely time, until when you went to get another drink, Loki wandered over. You tried to ignore him, just wanting to have fun, but when he opened his mouth to speak, you felt your tolerance crumbling.

"You look beautiful tonight, Y/N." He commented casually, earning a glare from you before you huffed, sipping on your drink before replying.

"I appreciate the compliment, Loki, but please leave me alone."

Loki's smirk dropped as he raised an eyebrow, "Is that a request?" He asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"No." You answered flatly, taking another long sip from your glass. "It's a demand." You finished as you sat down the empty glass.

"But I think you'll enjoy what I have to offer," Loki whispered, only for you to sigh, turning to stare at him.

"It's a shame really, you are very handsome... But I don't stand for murderers of almost a hundred innocent people. So, I am going to tell you, one last time, to leave me alone. Hm?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow as Loki stared down at you.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Stephan asked, finding his way to you after finishing his conversation with Bruce and Tony. His eyes pierced daggers at Loki as he stood by your side, keeping a protective eye on you.

You looked away from Loki, giving Stephan a sad smile, "I'm fine." You said quietly as you leaned against your brother. "Loki was just leaving." You added, looking back at Loki.

Loki had just the smallest of smirks on his face as his eyes stared down at yours before he turned on his heel and left. Letting out a breath, you closed your eyes and rested your head against Stephan's shoulder.

"What did he want?" Your brother asked, looking down at you.

"He was just being annoying, as always. But I think that I finally got through that head of his." You murmured softly, smiling softly when Stephan wrapped an arm around your shoulder protectively.

~~~

"I hope you have a safe trip back, Y/N," Steve spoke, giving you a hug as Stephan brought you your suitcase.

"Thanks, Steve," You replied, wrapping your arms around the Captain and hugging him tightly.

Natasha then swooped in for a hug as well, "It was fun having you, come back soon." She told you.

"Will do, Nat." You smiled, letting go of her.

After saying goodbye to the rest of the team, you glanced at Loki once before quickly grabbing your suitcase and following Stephan to the elevator.

"I'm glad you visited, little sis." Stephan said, patting your back as he walked.

"Me too." You smiled.

Once inside the elevator, you leaned against the wall as Stephan hit the button for the lobby, "So, are you excited to go home?"

You nodded, "Yeah, especially to sleep in my own bed. Gosh. I miss my bed." You sighed dramatically.

Stephan chuckled slightly before the elevator door dinged open and you and Stephan stepped out, making your way out of the building.

"Well," Stephan spoke, watching as the taxi pulled up to the curb, "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too, Steph. Don’t hesitate to come and visit if you ever want to, my house is your house." You grinned, pulling him into a hug, "Goodbye for now, and thanks again." You told him, pulling away from the hug.

Stephan nodded, waving to you before hopping into the taxi. As the taxi drove away, you let out a sigh as you watched buildings and trees pass by through the window, the scenery outside slowly changing from the city to the rural town.

"Home sweet home." You muttered to yourself with a smile.

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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prettybillycore’s masterlist 2023

my fics are also on ao3 (the links below are mostly to corresponding tumblr posts, but a few posts weren't reachable so they are ao3 links). I probably will not be adding my super old fics to this list, but all the new content I write and some of my favorite older fics will be here. Anything that you are looking for that is not here, just check my ao3 for! I hope you enjoy your stay <3

✮ symbol key ✮ 〈 ♡ 〉 fan favorite || 〈 ❤ 〉 author favorite

✮ peaky blinders ✮

〈 thomas shelby 〉 ❤ for tommy ✦ x original character ✦ rating: teen ✦ prologue | Your sister, Edith Lillian ✦ letter #1 | Yours, Thomas Shelby ✦ ONE ✦ letter #2 | All My Love, Lilli Scamander ✦ letter #3 | Sincerely, Your Peaky Blinder ✦ TWO

✮ stranger things ✮

〈 billy hargrove 〉 you never shut up about steve ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen you are not a burden, billy hargrove ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ♡ finally safe ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen out of love ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ♡ ❤ you're gorgeous, doll ✦ x gn!reader ✦ rating: teen cigarettes and strawberries ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen not such a stranger ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen with me around, you're always safe ✦ x gn!reader ✦ rating: teen

〈 steve harrington 〉 broken hearted for halloween; and every holiday after ✦ x oc ✦ rating: teen all I want (for christmas) is you ✦ x oc ✦ rating: teen robin the matchmaker ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen feels like home ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen free ice cream hour ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen every part of you ✦ x reader ✦ rating teen

〈 polycules 〉 stranger things have happened in hawkins ✦ harringroveson x reader ✦ part one ✦ part two ✦ part three ✦ part four (final)

we can all be a little less lonely ✦ harringrove x reader ✦ part one ❤ ✦ part two (mature) we love you just the way you are ✦ rating: gen ✦ harringrove x reader

✮ detroit: become human ✮

〈 connor | rk800 〉 please don't die again ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen

✮ marvel cinematic universe ✮

〈 bucky barnes 〉 ♡ ❤ doll, I'm yours ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen long term effects of the blip ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 loki 〉 nightmares ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen mistakes were made ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen

✮ criminal minds ✮

〈 spencer reid 〉 in love with forensics and the genius ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen coffee, british accents, and jealousy ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen little gibbs is dating the genius ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen

✮ supernatural ✮

〈 sam winchester 〉 welcome to the family ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

✮ anime ✮

〈 kageyama tobio 〉 ❤ king of the court and queen of the rink ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 sugawara koushi 〉 ❤ on top of the world ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 nishinoya yu 〉 music to my ears ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen always here for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

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deexchanel · 1 year

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Blind : Part 2

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Arguments, Angst Then mentioning of drugs & Fluff.

-Read Blind first-

Summary: Roles has reverse on the best friends, monday morning he starts on trying to get Elara back but someone has caught her eye.

A/N: I hope this is as interesting as the last one. @demonic-black-queen just for you luv😘🫶🏾

Corell & Kaylee

Corell’s alarm woke up her up exactly at 6:30 a.m. She made her way into her personal bathroom to began on her hygiene. Her phone buzzed while she was putting on deodorant. It was her boyfriend calling.

“Good Morning Beautiful.” Her boyfriend smiled into the camera. A smile grew onto her face as she propped the phone up. “ Good Morning baby.”

He sat the phone down, turning the steering wheel. “Were you able to talk to Elara about her behavior?”

Corell pulled her hair into a ponytail, “No, but I was going to say something about it this morning. Where you able to pay off your car note before going to work?”

“Yeah but it made me 10 minutes late. This was supposed be a quick phone call to see if you’ve gotten up.”

“Okay baby. I love you baby and talk to you on your break.”

“I love you too ma.”

Corell flipped the switch to the bathroom and made way to her baby sister room. “El. Time to get up love bug.”

The covers shifted and moved from on top of her head. Rubbing the sleep out her eyes, Elara grumbled, “Good Morning.” Corell chuckled, “We need to have a talk though.”

Elara sat up, giving her older sister the required attention. “What do we need to talk about?”

“I just want you to be good at school. I know I’m just your sister and not mom but just give me a little break on getting trouble at school. Don’t get suspended again okay?” Corell sat on the bed beside El. She gave her a hug, “I love you sis!”

Elara nodded her head hugging back, “I love you too sis! I won’t get suspended again.”

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Bucky waited by his car for Elara’s to pull in. Yesterday the conversation between him and Rydee went in the direction of Elara’s truthfulness. He should’ve believe his best friend but he didn’t and now he regrets it.

Elara’s Honda accord pulled into the parking lot with her speakers blasting. Her sister gifted her car after passing her driver’s test. Today she looked beautiful as ever getting out the car . She always look great but today she caught his attention way more.

Those shorts looked so good on her body, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Damn, why is he feeling this now? Maybe he now notices her because he can’t get near her. Her lips looked soft as she talked to Kaylee, her skin glowed with the sun. Them legs, whew, he knew she was going to get dressed coded. She is a fine piece art that he didn’t want no one to have.

To admit to himself, he was falling for his now ex-best friend. He definitely had to get her back. Bucky opened his book bag on the hood of his car, seeing if he had a pair of shorts. He did. James walked past the girls to head to the football field and he tossed her a pair of shorts.

Elara caught the tossed folded shorts in confusion, “What is this? I should throw it somewhere else.” She opened them to see that it was shorts.

“Girl he doing you a favor, you know they going to dress code that ass after these photos.” Kaylee swiped her finger to find the right filter and when she did, she held the phone out and they posed.

He backed off for now, trying to find his best mates. “Man I messed up with Elara guys.” Bucky sigh as he sat down at the cafeteria table. Loki peeped up from his book.

“Steve tried to stop your argument yesterday but you guys just kept going.”

“I know she just made so mad at first cause I didn’t believe her. I talked to Rydee and she spilled to me that all of it was true. I regretted everything and I’m so mad at myself for doing Elara like that.” Bucky ran his hand through his long brown hair. He looked around the cafeteria, in hopes of finding Elara. She’s been on his mind all morning.

“Women are emotional beings. The argument from yesterday really cut deep for her. You have to give her time Buck, that’s all.” Steve shrugged his shoulders, then took a sip of his juice. Bucky skimmed through the cafeteria once again, noticing that Elara’s bookbag took an empty spot by Kaylee. He raised an eyebrow, getting up from the seat.

“James where you going?” Tony asked as Bucky grabbed his phone. The question was ignored as Bucky left the cafeteria with a little scurry. Once making it in the halls, he turned the corner to see Elara talking to this guy.

Jealousy kicked in on Bucky and he stood there debating on if he wanted to step in. She had on her outfit from earlier which means she either took em off or never wore them. The guy had grabbed Elara’s waist pulling her closer and that was Bucky’s last straw.

Anger flowed through his veins. Without thinking, Bucky made way over to Elara. His arm snakes around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. “Sorry for the interpretation she gave you but she’s mine,”

“My bad Bucky. Bye Elara.” The guy straight faced Bucky but gave El a smile then left them standing there. Elara tried to take deep breaths but it wasn’t working.

“Bucky what the fuck are you doing?!”

“You don’t need to be talking to him Elara.“

Elara waved him off, “You made it very clear to me yesterday that you chose her. So the best thing you can do is leave it at that.”

“Then you out here with these shorts on like come on. I gave you pair to wear, where are they?”James furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m not listening to you talk to me about that. I don’t care!”

He can’t focus when she look this good. Bucky pulled her closer to him, “Elara I’m sorry. I really am.” Elara snatched away from him.

“No! No you can’t do this apologizing shit. You hurt me yesterday all because I chose to take up for you. I am your best friend and you still took her side!” Elara raised her voice, tears fell down her cheeks. “Bucky I don’t want nothing to do with you right now!”

“I can’t argue with you El, I have a soft spot for you. I’m putting everything aside for you. I’m genuinely sorry,” Bucky wiped her tears away, looking into her chocolate eyes. He hated seeing Elara this way, he could tell that really hurt her feelings and thats why he's willing to apologize instead of argue.

Elara didn’t give in as much as she wanted too. “ No, Bucky.” She moved his hand away, trying to farther distance between them. Their eye contact never broke. He wrapped his arm around her waist again and backed onto the wall, his arm hovered above as he leaned down placing his lips onto hers.

Just a simple kiss but it meant everything to them.

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Bucky and Elara sat on the front porch waiting on Kaylee to pull up. He insisted on doing whatever she was doing today so they can spend more time together.

“Is this going to hurt?” Bucky sat beside Elara eyeing the pack. Having his best friend back had him feeling complete. Now a part of him wonder where they stand now that they’ve kissed. They haven’t talked about it but it haven’t been any weird vibes either.

“No Bucky.” She laughed taking out her pre roll that Kaylee took her personal time on. “Well the cough might be a bit much.”

Bucky nodded looking a little uneasy at the blunt.

two minutes later

Kaylee pulled up in her brother’s car for the session. Nothing like a good ole hotbox that’ll get you right.“Oouh Bucky you finna be highh.” Kaylee laughed as he got in the back and Elara got in the front.

“Bestieee!”

“Bestie!”

“You guys were just on the phone a second ago.” Bucky complained from the backseat. Both girls shrugged their shoulders laughing.

Kaylee sparked the blunt.

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Elara turned around to see Bucky eyes red as hell. “Bucky you good?” Her blinking felt so slow.

He started smiling, not taking his eyes off her. “Yeah.” Without her noticing, he’s been watching her majority of the time and everything she did, El looked so beautiful to him.

El laughed so hard, he looked so stupid right now. His long hair was sticking to his face a bit, his cheeks were red with sweat on them, his arms glistening in sweat from the heat of the hot box since he had on a black wife beater.

(Can you imagine that? im high asf fantasizing about this shit)

(my ideal bucky with a wife beater and sweaty. i love civil war bucky cause he soo beefy like how i like it😩. it turns me onn)

He looked so fine, like El couldn’t stop staring at him fine. Kaylee had interrupted her fantasy by talking shit to Bucky. “Damn Bucky why you smiling so hard at my girl.” she looked into the rear view mirror.

“Cause she’s beautiful.” Bucky winked at her which made Elara weak in the knees. He don’t know what he does to her. Their eye contact never broke, now making El want to sit back there with him and slam her lips onto his. She passed the blunt to him, fighting the urge to fuck this man.

“How long have you been doing this Elara and where the hell have I been?” Bucky asked then took a hit. Elara just stared at his chest.

my god.

“El, bitch he asked you a question.” Kaylee nudged her back into life.

“Oh shit I don’t like onions in my food.” Elara rub the back of her neck.

“girl what the fuck is you talking about?” Kaylee laughed, nudging El then she started laughing "Girl I was thinking about something to eat." Bucky joined in to until everyone was coughing, it was time to get out.

The three of went to Kaylee’s house after the smoke session. Kaylee lead straight to the kitchen, her mother had made a nice dinner. "You know you don't need two drinks Bucky." Elara giggled as she tried to dodge his kisses. They were sitting on the couch while the food heated up. “You don’t know what I need El.” He laid on top of her, just being annoying.

"Give me a kiss!"

"Ah!"

They rolled onto the floor with her now laying on top of him. They were in a laughing fit.

Elara filled in the gap between them, as Bucky hands flew to her waist. He could never get tired of kissing her. "Mhm." He adjusted her on top of him, letting his friend grow which she most definintely felt.

"Bucky!" Elara giggled pulling away from him. She was turned on but was not ready. "I'm going to go check on the food."

He licked his lips nodding, loving the view as she got up and walked away. Bucky laid there for a second until he heard buzzing. It wasn't his business until he heard it buzz again. Peeking up slowly, He noticed Elara's phone sitting on the couch, lit as another notification flashed on the screen.

It burned his insides to check but Bucky was quick to give in. Seeing that they were IMessages, he typed in her password, going to them to see that it was from that guy in the hallway.

Tre

Are you still coming to see me tonight?

Tre

You act like you can't text back so text me later.

"What the fuck?" Bucky mumbled getting pissed off the second he read the messages, not knowing that Elara was making her way back to him. "Bucky the food is- Why are you going through my phone??" Seeing his hard expression, she knew he had saw the messages between her and Tre.

Bucky stood up, holding a tight grip on her phone.

Their eye contact never broke.

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Whewww not Bucky feelin that same jealous El felt.

anyway.

Stay Slutty My Friends <3

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Scared to be Lonely - Epilogue

Part One Part Two Part Three

Summary: The morning after. Marc and Sigyn have #noregrets, but they do have some things to answer for...

Pairing: Marc x Fem!OC, Steven x Fem!OC, Jakex Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Marc x Layla, platonic Thor x Fem!OC

Rating: Mature (for once)

Word Count: 2.6k

TW/CW: Sexual innuendos and suggestive themes, invasions of privacy, Sigyn oversteps when discussing Marc’s DID (but apologizes)

A/N: THANK YOU again to everyone who’s read and supported! Can’t believe we’re wrapping this beast of a fic up! Though of course I have a few more plot bunnies thumping around in this silly little head of mine for Moon Knight...

It was nearing midday when Thor trudged down the hotel corridor. His battle-weary appearance – blood smeared across his face, cape torn and singed, ash and dirt clinging to his hair – was incredibly out of place amongst the pristine hallway he lumbered down.

Yelena and the rest of S.W.O.R.D. weren’t far behind him. He’d arrived back first, opting to use the Bifrost to travel back to London instead their ship. Thor needed the space. It wasn’t often the god felt defeated, and he feared if his comrades noticed just how despondent the previous night’s battle had left him, the whole team would lose morale. Gorr was much more slippery than they realized, which meant he was all that more deadly. They were outmatched on Contraxia. It frightened Thor. Heavy is the hand that carries the ax.

Thor was genuinely looking forward to seeing his sister however. He wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower, order a feast’s worth of room service, and watch the show about the Midgardian island of love with Sigyn that they’d grown shamefully fond of.

The door guards ushered the Asgardian in without hesitation. Thor wasn’t sure what he had been expecting when he entered the suite, perhaps Marc asleep on the couch or he and Sigyn eating a late breakfast, but the god’s heart dropped when he found the living space quiet and deserted.

“Seeg?” he called. When there was no response, he tried “Marc?”

Nothing from either of them. Thor brushed it off, they must be sleeping in!

He checked the suite’s smaller bedroom first, the one assigned to Marc. Empty. Not only was Marc missing, the bed was still made up, clearly never touched over the course of the evening. Indignant rage and cold fear competed for Thor’s attention. That puny Midgardian shit. Where had he gone? Surely Marc wouldn’t have abandoned Sigyn?

Sigyn. Before the god’s anger could consume him any further, he raced down the hall to the principal bedroom. They must’ve escaped, he assumed. A worse thought pushed into his mind on the heels of the last, what if they were taken? Though he hadn’t met this version of Loki, he knew no incarnation of his brother would let his supposed bride be absent from his side for long.

“SIGYN!?” Thor bellowed as he threw the bedroom door open, startling the lump in the bed from slumber.

“In the name of Valhalla, what is it?!” Sigyn hollered back.

Yet the sight before him rendered Thor speechless. Sigyn and Marc were safely in the suite alright, naked in bed together. Both lovers had bolted upright in the bed when Thor intruded. Sigyn clasped the sheets to her bust to preserve some sense of modesty while Marc brooded bare-chested next to her.

She turned to her bedmate, searching his face, and murmured something Thor couldn’t quite make out. Marc replied back just as lowly, his response causing Sigyn to relax somewhat and whisper “good.”

“I um…I just wanted to make sure you were here,” Thor told them with all the nonchalance he could muster. It wasn’t much.

“Brother, would you give Marc and I a moment?” the princess asked.

“I can leave,” Marc volunteered before Thor could respond, moving toward the edge of the mattress.

“No,” Sigyn objected. The softness and need in her words didn't go unnoticed by her brother.

“Your highness, could you?” Marc gestured to his exposed skin.

Whereas before Sigyn had required Marc to call her by her title, now its use stung her with its cold formality. Nevertheless, Sigyn conjured a similar set of pajamas onto Marc’s body as she did for Steven.

Thor stopped him when the Midgardian tried to pass him to the door. “I wager you’re not stupid enough to leave these rooms before I speak to you?”

Marc nodded and the god allowed him to leave, closing the door behind him.

A heavy, anticipatory silence transpired between the two Asgardians. For the first time, Sigyn observed how disheveled her brother appeared. The mission couldn’t have gone well. Thor would be ornery which meant she had to get the first word in. She straightened, trying to seem as imperious as possible with her messy hair and lack of clothing.

“Brother, you more than anyone cannot judge me for laying with a Midgardian.”

“That may be so, but he was your guard,” Thor began pacing. “Which alters did you sleep with?”

“All of them.”

“All of them?! By the Norns Sigyn!” the god exclaimed. Deep down, he was impressed at his sister’s stamina, but concealed it.

“What did you think would happen?” She shot back. “You’re the one who enlisted the devastatingly handsome, recently divorced man to watch me and then left us alone!”

Thor pinched the bridge of his nose. Tried to calm himself.

“I thought you’d be pleased that I didn’t leave the hotel.”

He summoned some of the breathing techniques from the meditation applications Bruce had shown him, but like always, they only made him angrier.

“You mustn’t be cross with me,” Sigyn argued, “You’ve locked me away–”

“I’m not cross with you,” Thor cut her off. “I’m exhausted, and frustrated, and smell like a bilgesnipe that bathed itself in mud.”

“I can smell you from here,” she attested. “I do apologize however. I’d planned to be decent by the time you returned and overslept.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out,” he admitted. “I was afraid you’d left.”

“Have the rest of your compatriots returned?” Sigyn asked, concerned by what Marc was potentially walking into outside of the bedroom.

“No, thank the Norns,” Despite his hellacious B.O., Thor leaned Stormbreaker against the wall, and sat on the edge of the bed closer to his sister. “It was a disaster, as I’m sure you can tell.”

“I’m sorry,” the princess swallowed the remark she wanted to make about bringing her along and increasing their chances for victory. Instead she inquired, “Was he there?”

“No,” Thor knew she was asking about Loki. “They’ve divided and conquered it seems.”

Another pregnant lull ensued.

“Did you um, enjoy yourself at least?”

“Thor!” Sigyn tossed a pillow at him. “But yes, if you must know.”

“Was that the first time you…since–”

“Thor,” Sigyn interrupted before he could say her estranged husband’s name.

“What?! You promised we wouldn’t keep secrets!”

The dynamic between the two gods was unexpectedly endearing, Marc contemplated on the other side of the door while he eavesdropped.

We shouldn’t be doing this, Steven admonished, they’re having a private conversation.

Jake jumped in the headspace so Marc wouldn’t have to reply verbally. Too bad hombre, this Gorr and Loki shit concerns us. Besides, she just said she enjoyed herself, don’t you want to hear what else she has to say about us?

Steven harrumphed but quieted down. He did want to know if she’d mention him to Thor. He didn’t have to wait long to get his wish.

“So what do you think?” Thor queried. “What’s the other alter like?

“Steven is much warmer than Marc,” Sigyn divulged. “He’s open and trusting, and I sense that he’ll fight to his last breath if he believes in what he’s fighting for. Which is advantageous for us.”

“Then we recruit them,” Thor concluded. A pause, then the god followed up with “Why not?”

“Because there’s a third.”

“You had a threesome?”

“NORNS, Thor! No!!” Marc heard the distinct thump of another projectile pillow. “Marc has a second alter he neglected to tell us about.”

Shit, the system swore in unison. They’d let their guard down and she’d ratted them out. Fucking Sigyn and her fucking sparkling eyes and fucking perky tits and fucking juicy pussy and fucking plump ass. Of course the wife of the god of mischief would have ulterior motives.

Sigyn continued. “His name is Jake. If Marc is cold and Steven is warm, Jake is fire. He’s the most ruthless in battle I suspect.”

“I don’t see a problem, Seeg.”

“Brother, not only did Marc keep his existence from us, Jake professes to be Khonshu’s favorite. I know you’re desperate to–”

“I’m not desperate–”

“I know you’re keen,” Sigyn amended, “to rebuild the Avengers but we can’t trust them. Not until we know their true intentions, let alone Khonshu’s.”

The god hummed as he mulled over her words. “I trust you, sister, and if you don’t believe we can rely on them, especially after you–” Marc assumed Thor paused to gesticulate the word “fucked” instead of saying it “--with all of them, I take your word.”

“Thank you, brother. Now please, I beg you, go take a shower.”

Thor laughed, a quick, booming guffaw, then stood. The sound of his heavy footsteps sent Marc backpedaling to the living room so as not to be caught. He pretended to be fascinated with the bland hotel art.

“You and Sigyn had quite the night, huh?” Thor stood a few feet behind him.

Marc crossed to the Asgardian and played dumb. “Look I don’t know what she told you, but it just sort of happened. It was unprofessional as hell, but I swear I didn’t make her–”

Thor held a hand up to stop him with a chuckle. “Oh believe me, I know you didn’t. You can’t make Sigyn do anything as far as I’ve seen.”

Marc cocked his head in silent agreement. “Rough night?”

“I wish I had better news for you to bring Khonshu, but Gorr is a man possessed,” Thor recounted. “Literally. He has the Necrosword and it’s corrupting him. We’ll stop him though, no matter what.”

“You know I have a lot more skills than babysitting a goddess,” Marc began.

“Clearly.”

Marc let out an irritated sigh. “That’s not what I meant. I can help, and so can your sister.”

Thor grinned “I see she worked her magic on you.”

Again, Marc faltered.

“I hear you, Marc Spector,” Thor told him, “and I’ll consider it.”

“Thank you, Thor.”

“And for the record, I’m not angry you bedded my sister, but I will be angry if you don’t go back in there and tend to her. Very poor bedside manner back there.”

The god motioned with his hand for Marc to leave. He didn’t usually let others tell him what to do, but the Asgardian had six inches on him, plus an ax the size of his head in his hand. He headed back toward the bedroom but Thor stopped him with a call of his name.

“Now I know you’re both adults, and you’re entitled to your privacy…but if you ever abandon or hurt my sister I will tear you limb from limb and feed you to the most heinous beast I can find.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He knocked on Sigyn’s door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Marc.”

The door swung open on its own. Marc stepped through just as Sigyn emerged from the en-suite refreshed and clothed in her black robe again.

“Did Thor threaten you?”

“Yeah, standard stuff,” he shrugged.

Sigyn shook her head with a little annoyed huff, then refocused back on Marc. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

She was sheepish. “I’m presuming that you could see what happened last night after we made love?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded. “Are you angry?”

“Not about that.”

Her brow creased with concern. “Then what about?”

“Why did you tell your brother about Jake? That we shouldn’t join the Avengers and the effort to stop Gorr? What is it, you think I’m crazy? A fun fuck to tell your brother about?”

Sigyn rushed to his side, genuinely hurt. “Marc, no.” She tried to place her hands on his arm but he shook her off. “That’s not it at all.”

“Well what was it? Because that wasn’t your information to share.”

“You’re right, I shouldn't have,” Sigyn’s apology was instant and sincere. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you?”

“Because as much as I love my brother, though I’ve only known this rendition of him for barely a week, he’s aligned himself with incompetent fools. I didn’t want him to recruit you because I wanted us to go find the Godbutcher ourselves. S.W.O.R.D. will only slow us down,” she confessed. “Besides, you don’t strike me as one who works well in a team per se.”

Marc arched an eyebrow in amusement. “You’re right there.”

“Again, I’m terribly sorry Marc,” she reiterated. “I hope you, Steven, and Jake can forgive me.”

Marc was reluctant to accept her apology.

“I had a dream last night. About Loki. I believe I know where he is.”

“How do you know it wasn’t just a dream?” he followed up, still not convinced.

“Because the only thing Loki loved more than fucking me was to fuck with me,” she told him. “He’s likely watching me too, and furious I had such stellar sex with you.”

Marc cracked a smile at that. “It’s probably a trap.”

“That’s why I’d like you to come with me. He’s angry which means he’ll be sloppy. We could outsmart him.”

“Okay.”

“Really?!” Sigyn beamed. She threw herself into Marc’s arms and kissed him.

He let her. But she could feel he was still holding back, so when they broke apart she asked, “You’re still cross. What is it?”

“You let Jake do anal.”

A laugh bubbled out of Sigyn but she tamped down on it. The princess pressed herself into him, caressing his shoulders and biceps as she assuaged Marc, “That doesn’t mean I won’t let you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm I’d love it,” the princess purred as she grinded her hip against his growing erection.

He kissed her again, this time holding nothing back. “Fuck, you’re bad for business. You scramble my brain like an egg.”

Sigyn treated Marc to the open smile he’d grown to crave. “I’m rather fond of you too.”

There was something else on his mind. “I have a question. You and Thor never..”

“No!” Sigyn exclaimed. “He’s my brother.”

“In-law,” Marc pointed out. “And this Thor isn’t even that.”

“Even so, I assure you our relationship is nothing but familial,” she averred. “To be candid, I could always see and understand his appeal intellectually, but never actually felt it. It must have fed into my resentment toward my mother for trying to match my sister with him when I lacked the desire every other maiden seemed to possess in Asgard for the prince.”

“I see.” Marc believed that they weren’t romantically entwined, but couldn’t shake that the two were in cahoots on something that went beyond stopping Gorr.

He kept it himself for the time being, enjoying the view of Sigyn changing out of her robe into a simple dove gray dress.

“Now I have a question,” she announced, sitting on the arm of the chair Marc had taken a seat in.

“Shoot.”

“I didn’t take Steven’s virginity, did I?” Before Marc could reply she added, “Please tell me I didn’t.”

“You don’t want the honor of being his first?” Marc teased. Sigyn slapped his arm. “You’re safe.”

She sighed in relief.

“Were you afraid that you were?”

“Losing your virginity to a goddess sets a rather high bar, don’t you think?”

Now it was Marc’s turn to give her a playful shove, which resulted in Sigyn climbing into Marc’s lap.

“So what’s next?” He asked, searching her deep blue irises, ignoring his body’s urge to buck up into her.

“You’ll need to summon your avian master, I presume. We need to get to Knowhere.”

“Where?”

“It’s a moon, made up of the severed head of a Celestial,” Sigyn elucidated, extracting herself from Marc’s hold. “I saw Loki there in my dream. I recommend getting dressed.”

Marc smirked, the wrappings of the suit already encasing him. “Way ahead of you, your highness.”

A/N: Check out the next installment BALLROOM BLITZ

Thanks everyone for reading!!

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