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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Tattoo Talk - Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Title: Tattoo Talk

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Students (Mentioned)

Requested by: @groovy-lady (Thank you so much for requesting again, I had a lot of fun with this! P.s. love the tattoos!)

WC: 1,666

Warnings: Pre-existing relationship, Reader wears a skirt, Reader has long enough hair to be pinned up, mentions of killing, mentions of death, mentions of slight suggestiveness, slight nudity (brief and nothing really shown?), a smidge of angst, and fluff

"Don't forget Michaelson chapters four and five for next time," Indiana reminded the class as he tapped the chalkboard, his students leaving the room in a hurry. "If you need any help or advice on these two chapters just ask."

Letting out a sigh, Indiana rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand, taking off his glasses and setting them on his desk as he sat down in his chair. Leaning back, Indy grabbed the papers his students left for him, shuffling them in a nice stack before grabbing his glasses again and standing up. Adjusting his suit jacket, Indiana left his classroom, walking a couple of doors down and stopping at your classroom.

Looking inside, Indiana couldn't help but smile gently when he saw you; animatedly speaking about something. Opening the classroom door, Indiana shut it quietly behind him as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he watched you. You had been dating Indiana for almost a year now, and Indiana was loving every second of it. It felt good to be with someone who was so... Passionate about what they were doing.

"Now, Loki, the God of Mischief, had made a deal with the giant to build a wall around Asgard. In return, the giant wanted to have Freya as his wife. Now, it's said that the Gods didn't know that the giant was indeed a giant, funnily enough, and Freya didn't want to marry him anyway, so she asked Loki to do something; because it was his fault after all. So, Loki turns himself into a beautiful mare, gaining the attention of Svadilfari, the giant's stallion. Loki was able to distract Svadilfari, and off into the forest, he galloped after Loki, the gorgeous mare. Meanwhile, the giant is looking for his horse and tries to kill Odin, but Thor kills the giant. And nine months later, Loki had given birth to a wonderful eight-legged horse named, Sleipnir." You spoke, finishing your little lecture. "If you have any questions, please let me know. And good luck with your midterm presentations. I'll see you all tomorrow!" Your voice rang out as you waved goodbye to the rest of your students, some of them greeting the other Professor as they left.

Indiana continued to watch you, pretending not to ogle over you as you turned to the chalkboard and began to wipe away your little drawings and notes. Your hair was up in a cute updo, while you were wearing Indy's favorite skirt. Indiana's lovesick sort of smile faltered slightly when he looked at your back, seeing something under your slightly-sheer shirt that confused him; making him curious. Turning back around, you brushed off your hands of any chalk residue before you clasped them in front of yourself, smiling over at your boyfriend.

"Hello, Indy. Didn't know you were going to step in for my lecture today." You greeted him as you walked towards him, reaching out to lightly touch his chest, admiring the man in front of you. Oh, how lucky you were...

"Sorry for interrupting, my class got out and I wanted to see you," Indiana replied, his hands automatically going to your waist.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. "Oh, no! You didn't interrupt anything important, I promise!" Indiana just hummed, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned down to press his lips against your lips. You sighed happily in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled back first, smiling softly at him and kissing his cheek; Indiana sighed contently. "Was my lecture too long or boring?" You murmured, your hands slipping from around his neck onto his chest. "I feel like I ranted."

Indy tapped his fingers to an unknown rhythm on your waist, looking off as if to think, "Hmm, no no, it wasn't bad at all, doll. Quite the opposite actually." You giggled softly, leaning in to peck his lips quickly. "Hey, doll?" He began, a hum coming out of you as you looked up at him; head tilted to the side, "What's on your back?" He then asked and your eyebrows furrowed, as you tried to look behind you, your arm going behind you as you wiped your back.

"I have something on me? Why did no one say anything?" You asked, slightly frustrated as Indiana just shook his head, reaching for your bicep to stop you.

"No, uh, your shirt's pretty sheer, honey."

With that, your eyes widened and your face flushed, "Sheer?" You asked softly as Indiana nodded.

"Yeah."

You let out an annoyed sigh, your eyes rolling and your shoulders dropping in defeat. "Are you serious? I wouldn't have worn this if I knew." You complained, pouting slightly at Indiana. "So everyone's seen my tattoo?" You then asked and Indiana's eyebrows raised up on his forehead, eyes widening slightly.

"So that's what that is?" He asked and you nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I have a couple of them."

Indiana's eyebrows dropped as he stared down at you confused, "How come I've never seen them before?"

You dropped your eyes sheepishly, fumbling with your fingers as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. "Well, Indy, it's usually dark, and I steal your shirt in the morning..." You trailed off as Indiana nodded, feeling his own face warm as he thought back.

"Do you want to see them?" You asked abruptly, making Indiana jolt out of his steamy daydream, making him stubble over his words.

"W... What? Huh?"

You let out a sigh, glaring up at him, "Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, Jones. Do you want to see them or not?" You asked, embarrassed and impatient; crossing your arms.

Indiana pressed his fist to his mouth as he cleared his throat, "Sure, doll."

You nodded, dropping your arms as you walked to the other side of the room, sliding the blinds closed as Indiana watched you, catching a glimpse of your supposed tattoo as he leaned over, pulling the door window's blind closed without looking. Walking back over, you began to unbutton your shirt, Indiana watching as his mouth began to dry. Pulling it off, you hold it draped over your arm as you turn your back to him. Indiana sucked in a breath as he saw it, jaw-dropping slightly as he took in the ink on your back; a large tree, its branches weaving and swirling around themselves, roots spiraling downwards; branches upwards. Though part of it was covered by the back strap of your bra, it had an ancient look to it. If Indiana found it pictured in an old book, he wouldn't be surprised. But, it was mesmerizing, to say the least.

The question floated on the tip of his tongue before you spoke, "It's Yggdrasil. The world tree; a giant ash that supports the universe. Part of Norse Mythology." You answered, hearing the quiet intake of breath as your boyfriend seemed unable to speak. You turned around, biting your lip when you noticed him staring at you in silence. "Uh... I also have two more..." Turning around to face him and open your right arm. At the underside of your arm, was what Indiana knew was a Norse Rune, from his time watching your lectures. This rune was a line with two shorter diagonal lines pointing downwards from the right side; engulfed in flames with a snake surrounding it, "This is the Rune, Ansuz. Odin's Rune." You then opened your other arm, with a different rune on the other side in the same place. To Indiana, it looked like a line with a triangle on it, with gloomy storm clouds and a lightning bolt, “This is Thor’s Rune, Thurisaz." You finished, looking up at Indiana.

He just looked at you, unblinking as he stalked forward, slowly reaching his hand out to take your arm in his. He gently ran a finger over your tattoo, outlining it as he started talking; you could hear the reverence in his tone as he talked. "These are... Incredible." He breathed out, still tracing over the tattoos, before trailing his hand down your arm and taking both of your hands in his as he finally looked into your eyes. "So, Thor and Odin?"

The anxiety that Indiana wouldn’t like your tattoos quickly fell away as you smiled up at him, the smile almost blinding. "Yeah, Odin and Thor. Odin is the God of War, and Thor is the God of thunder.” You stated matter of factly, and Indiana chuckled quietly at the look on your face as you started getting excited; your cheeks burned as you realized just how deep your feelings for Indiana went. "Um, well, I know it sounds sill-"

"When did you get them?" Indiana interrupted you, completely enraptured by you; as you bit your lip before you spoke up again.

"Thor Rune when I was eighteen, Yggdrasil at twenty-two, and Odin at twenty-four. I'm thinking about getting another one soon."

Indiana was quick to speak, looking down at you with excitement that you only saw when he found a missing artifact which really surprised you, "Could I come with you on the next one?" He asked, and you were quick to nod.

"Of course, you can hold my hand and everything." You teased, earning a playful glare from him as he rolled his eyes. You couldn't help but laugh, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles softly as he smirked down at you. "Are we still on for lunch?" You asked, and Indiana nodded, taking your shirt from your arm, and opening it to you.

"Of course, doll. In fact, lunch is on me." He teased, helping you put on your shirt, your arms passing through the sleeves as you giggled.

"You always pay for lunch, Indy." You gave him a smile in thanks, buttoning up the shirt as Indiana went over to your desk, grabbing your suit jacket and bag.

"That's because I love to spoil you, sweetheart. So... How do you feel about a surprise trip to Iceland?"

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sigyn-foxyposts · 10 months

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"Myth!Loki family tree"

『My AU』 ꈍᴗꈍ

Farbauti X Laufey =

Helblindi, Byleistr and Loki.

Loki X svadilfari = Sleipnir.

Loki X Angrboda X Sigyn = Fenrir, Jormungandr, Hel, Narfi and Vali, Moder.

Bonus!

@heldril-blog-and-posts @the-nordic-world-blog 💚✨

Hou Yi X Chang e = Chang Yi.

Ao Kuang = Ao Bing.

Fenrir X Hyrrokkin = Skoll and Hati.

Jormungandr X Ao Bing = Jinhai and Xiao Yu.

Hel X The morrigan = Morriel and Lorielle.

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themculibrary · 17 days

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Thor Has An Obsession With Pop-Tarts Masterlist

a friendly competition (ao3) - maidenofearth T, 2k

Summary: The scientist took a deep, slow breath, shutting his eyes. He opened them, and pursed his lips.

“When I was in India, the locals showed me how to make this dish they call pani puri. I miss eating it, plus I'd like you all to try it too,” Bruce finally said softly.

Thor grinned, “I would definitely like to taste this wonderful dish you speak of, my friend!”

The team shared smiles.

It's a gray evening in Avengers Tower, and the team are arguing about what to eat. Bruce suggests some pani puri, and thus ensues chaos.

Apple Juice and Poptarts (ao3) - Orpheus_I_Dont_Feel_So_Good G, 1k

Summary: Nobody knows where Clint's apple juice keeps going. Nobody knows where Thor's poptarts keep going.

Nobody knows about Peter Parker.

Appropriation (fanfiction.net) - The Third Marauder T, 5k

Summary: The one in which a territorial Loki becomes an instructor at the SHIELD Academy. It takes everyone some time to... adapt... to the new situation.

Behold The Magic Food Machine (It's A Toaster, Thor) (ao3) - Loki Is Not Low Key (RichardGraysonPercyJackson) G, 821

Summary: Thor loves pop-tarts. His brother has never seen a pop-tart, nor the magical machine which creates them.

So of course, he takes one back to Asgard.

It goes about as well as expected.

Early Breakfast (fanfiction.net) - Chocolate X My Mouth clint/natasha K+, 1k

Summary: Okay... this shouldn't have been too hard. All Clint wanted to do was sneak through the vents, make his way into the kitchen, and have an early breakfast. Not too hard, right? You'd think so - until you remember who you live with. An early breakfast essentially means a team meeting - at least they're all having a good time.

Lend Me A Hand (ao3) - Not_a_Hobbit (Byelial) T, 1k

Summary: A meeting at Avengers Tower quickly turns to chaos, and Steve asks Bucky to help him re-establish order. Bucky, however, responds in his own, less-than-humorous way.

Louder Than Words (ao3) - ARGHHHHHH steve/tony G, 858

Summary: Domestic Avengers movie night, post 2012 Avengers.

Masquerade (ao3) - HelenaAzure loki/svadilfari G, 20k

Summary: Masquerade (verb): to assume the appearance of something one is not

After a mission goes horribly wrong, the masqueraded past comes back to haunt Loki and Thor. Are the bonds of friendship, family and brotherhood strong enough to withstand the horrors of the past, or will the house of Odin crumble once more under the weight of its secrets and deception?

Pantry Raid (fanfiction.net) - PathBeater pepper/tony K, 1k

Summary: Hawkeye and Thor's midnight snack run is foiled by the Tower's resident mom. Nice, fluffy one shot with a little Pepperony at the end.

PopTarts (fanfiction.net) - YankeeGirl28 T, 2k

Summary: Loki wasn't the only god Barton told everything to. Rated because Tony Stark really has a way with words.

Pop-Tarts (ao3) - Shadowstar T, 1k

Summary: What it comes down to is the need to know the most important question in the universe: Which flavor of Pop-Tart is the best?

The Food of the Gods (ao3) - imkerfuffled G, 986

Summary: 1. Tony is not allowed to replace the entire contents of the cafeteria with pop-tarts just because Thor has declared them the ‘food of the gods.’

Thor and the Midgard Objects (fanfiction.net) - AnuhdahPerson K, 14k

Summary: Thor has been banished and sent to Earth to learn humiliation. So how's he managing with Earth's surprises?

Walmart? I've Come To Bargain (ao3) - Brentinator G, 2k

Summary: "I have a monthly bet with Wong. We go to different stores in the same chain and see who can find the better savings. The winner gets to choose where the products we don't use get donated."

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #thor #thor+poptarts #thor+poptarts masterlist #masterlists

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alphaalnitak · 2 years

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My take on the Svad/Loki story-

Loki is a young prince when Odin hires a Jotun to build a wall around Asguard- believing he will be unable to finish in the time promised and agreeing to his ridiculous terms (which includes his wife). The Jotun only has a single giant horse under his enslavement, which Loki discovers is a handsoms Vananheim shape shifter. They totally bang.

To prevent the giant finishing his task when it becomes clear he can meet the deadline Loki frees the enslaved shifter and shows him how to return home through one of the portals hidden around Asguard.

#svadilfari #loki x svadilfari #aesthetic #loki #there is definite horse hanky panky #headcanon #laqua

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disturbedbutgorgeous · 4 years

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A lovely Lady Loki, pregnant with baby Sleipnir (ft. Jotunn version.)

Part of my Loki x Svadilfari AU, click here and here to find more of my art of them, or go to the hashtags below!

You can bet that Loki milked his pregnancy for all it was worth, ordering maids to push him around the palace in a wheeled throne while handfeeding him berries, as he refused to walk the long halls on his own two feet. 😂 He also took advantage of the many chivalrous Asgardian noblemen who went to great lengths to help a heavily pregnant lady out. Loki barely had to lift a finger for the entire duration of the pregnancy until Sleipnir was born.

#loki x svadilfari #loki #marvel #mcu #lady loki #loki fanart #marvel fanart #loki/svadilfari #art #my art #fanart #loki au #sleipnir

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yourthirdstrike · 3 years

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#And I Shall Be Your Third Strike #Loki #Loki x Svadilfari #Svaðilfari

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aurora-nerin · 6 years

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I just had the most amazing art idea in my life and im literally screaming from excitement and also praying cuz ive never drawn anything this complicated in my life GOD HELP ME

#loki x svadilfari #art #arcano's art

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hjbender · 5 years

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I'd be totally interested in a Svadilfari/Loki story from you though. What would your version of the horse-man's character be like? Headcanons?

Oh boy, I haven’t actually thought about it in-depth yet. In fact, I haven’t actually thought about anything beyond just getting Svad and Loki together, so this ask is definitely stimulating to all those hungry little synaptic chickens pecking around inside my skull.

Would it be best to stick to the canon mythology storyline (somewhat), or completely go the AU route? (I wonder aloud.) Would Loki fall in love with Svad, or is Thor the sole owner of his heart? Would this affair be a one-night revenge-fling to make Thor jealous, or would it start innocently and grow into an untamable passion? Would Svad be a proud, arrogant man, or more of a humble down-to-earth guy who never dreamed he’d get a chance to roll in the hay with a prince of Asgard? (I kind of like that scenario.)

Maybe Svad would be this hard-working, handsome but poor Asgardian mason who catches Loki’s eye one day. Maybe Loki is attracted to him, or perhaps he’s mad at Thor (and/or frustrated by constant rejection if he and Thor aren’t yet “together”) and decides to take out his pent-up horniness on this hot stud (heh, just had to throw in a little equine humor).

Maybe it turns into something more than just sex after the first few times. Maybe Svad finds that Loki is more than just a sarcastic, silver-tongued sorcerer; that he’s actually quite sensitive and charming and fun, and Loki finds that Svad is more than just a stack of good-looking hair and muscle; that he’s really gentle and smart and has a great sense of humor. Maybe they’re both lovers of books, or winter is their favorite season.

Maybe they laugh a lot when they’re in bed together, relaxed and confident, sharing their thoughts with one another. Maybe at some point it turns into true love, or perhaps Thor finally notices Loki’s absence and begins to pay more attention to him, and Loki gravitates back to Thor’s side—but slowly, guiltily, looking over his shoulder at the man he’s leaving behind. Maybe Svad just hangs his head and turns away, knowing that it could never work between them, that this wasn’t really love; it was only a fling, meaningless. After all, who could compete with the God of Thunder and future king of Asgard? He is only Svadilfari, a humble bricklayer with nothing to his name.

Oh, but it must be love. Nothing else could hurt this badly.

Dark Twist! Maybe losing Loki drives Svad to seek out ways to become stronger and more powerful than Thor. Maybe he’ll do anything to show Loki he’s worthy of his love, ultimately planning to challenge Thor and kill him if he must. He won’t let anything or anyone come between him and Loki. Maybe this dark!Svad will become so powerful that he succeeds in killing Thor and overpowering Loki, and takes the throne of Asgard for himself. Or…

Happier Twist! Maybe Thor realizes Loki is still melancholy even after they’ve been together for a while, and Thor somehow finds out about Svadilfari and meets with him in private. Maybe Thor takes a liking to Svad (“You could be my dark-haired twin brother!”), and brings him to the palace just so he can see Loki’s face light up again. Imagine Loki with his right arm around Thor’s shoulder and his left arm around Svad’s, embracing them together as they both kiss Loki’s cheeks. (That’s so cute I might just have to draw it.)

And of course this means they’re gonna need a bigger bed.

Hrghfljfghjulehrfg there are so many ways for this to go. It’s quite an adventure just imagining all the possibilities. Thank you for getting this brain storming, anon!

#ask bender #svadilfari x loki #horsefrost #thorki #aquafrost #aquathorki #svadilfari x thor x loki #brainstorming #future fanfic

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bardicious · 3 years

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Somehow my mcu aus can never decide whether I want Svadilfari to be a villain or a nice love interest for Loki. I literally love playing with both options. x''''D

#The Adventures of Loki and the Other Ones

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dearlazerbunny · 5 years

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Lie to Me (Ch. 5 of ?)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Genre/Ratings: M eventually (aiming for a slow burn here); warnings for kidnapping and subsequent anxiety/PTSD (will be marked before every chapter)

Words: 1500

Summary: If you had to guess what the captured, traitor, trickster god Loki Laufeyson wanted or needed at this moment, a babysitter would be far, far down on the list. (Set after the events of Avengers 1.)

SHOUTOUT TO @molmcb and @jessiejunebug and their continued quest to inflate my ego as I beg them to tell me my writing is halfway decent

Requested Tags: @deraniel @iamverity @yasnooshka24@themusingsofmany@dark-night-sky-99 @wegingerangelica

“You said you have questions.”

Your pencil scratches to a halt on your notebook. “What?”

The man in his cell heaves a long suffering sigh. “Must you make me repeat myself constantly? You said you have questions. Ask them.”

Um… what? You raise an eyebrow at him and peer closely, trying to distinguish and sort of schmoozing like the last time he spoke to you. “Are you… are we, like, talking now? Is this a thing?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well you seemed pretty insistent on keeping up the whole silent treatment, sooooo… why talk now? Did my ever-present charm finally seduce the Trickster?”

He gives you a look that could feasibly translate to ‘you’d be more attractive dipped in a swamp and covered in grass clippings’. “I am bored. You are here and seem somewhat capable of producing coherent thoughts. Therefore, you happen to be my only option for entertainment.”

“Hoo boy, lucky me.” You snort. “Don’t lie to me, you probably just want to figure out how to sway me into unlocking your handcuffs again.”

He seems amused by this. “I am the god of lies, Witling. I very much doubt you could tell when I lie to you.”

“Bet.” You pause. “I- sorry. What did you call me?”

The Trickster has an incredibly self-satisfied smirk on his lips, one that instantly makes you want to slap it off of him. “You seem to think yourself incredibly pithy for a mortal. Not many would speak so smartly to the God with a sliver tongue. And, you apparently refuse to call me by name, thus I shall not call you by yours, Witling.”

Considering everything he just said to you were well-places insults, they’re incredibly pretty insults. You suppose it’s that whole silver tongue thing. The man could read a phone book and it’d be X-rated. “I’m assuming you’re not actually calling me witty, Trickster?”

“Ah, the little one understands sarcasm. Quite a boon.”

At this point the jabs just fly right over your head. You put your chin in your hand and rest it on the table, musing. “Hm. The Witling and the Trickster. Sounds like a bad buddy-cop movie. I’m sure Neil Gaiman would make a killing off of it though.”

“You are very quickly trying my patience.”

“Well hey, you said you wanted entertainment, right?” The ferocity of his glare doesn’t scare you this time, surprisingly- you just scrunch your nose up at him, your equivalent of a toddler sticking out her tongue in a na-na-you-can’t-get-me kind of way. “So, can I really ask anything?”

“Provided it is not something so asinine as ‘do apples taste as they do on Earth’.”

“Hey, it’s a good question! Seven year old me was a smart cookie.” Externally, you’re trying to keep calm, but your heart is thumping so wildly in your chest you’re surprised the god doesn’t comment on it. You can ask him anything. Possibilities are whirling around in your head so quickly you can barely think of one to snatch up and voice. So you blurt the first thing you can think of- “did you really give birth to a horse?”

There’s a moment of silence, and you almost think he hasn’t heard you, but then his face twists into the most haughty, appalled, scandalized look that’s ever come out of god or mortal in any of the nine realms; you’re willing to bet your entire life’s savings on it. “Did I what.”

You try to subtly clamp a hand over your mouth in effort to keep from bursting out laughing right to his face. “I’m assuming that’s a no, then?”

“Mortals are the most inane, idiotic, moronic creatures-” He steadies himself, seemingly controlling his outburst with a well-controlled breath. “No. I absolutely did not. Where in Hel did you manage to come up with such a ludicrous statement?”

“So once upon a time, you turned into a mare to seduce a horse called Svadilfari and the resulting, um, incident, created an eight-legged horse named Sleipnir. I mean, if the story is true, you were kind of in a bad spot and had to think on the fly, but uh… yeah. Kind of a creative way of doing things.” The Trickster looks even paler than usual. “You sure that didn’t happen? ‘Cause uh, its kind of a well documented story-”

“I can assure you in my one thousand and fifty odd years of life I have not ever seduced a horse.” You have to give a little giggle at that, because such an odd statement coming out of someone so furious is absolutely hilarious.

“Well, damn. Mythomaniacs everywhere just had a sharp pain in their chests and don’t know why.”

The Trickster leans his head back against his cell wall with a solid thunk and lets his eyes close. “And Thor wonders why I loathe Midgard so much.”

“I guess centuries of rumors working their way down the grapevine could mess up your reputation a bit, huh?” You’re half teasing, and half trying to cheer him up, but he doesn’t seem all that convinced. You’re also terrified you’ve just insulted the crap out of him and he’s going to go back to the silent treatment, and you really do not want that to happen- this is the most fun you’ve had in ages. “So you’re a thousand and fifty? Roughly?”

“Yes.”

“How long is that in, like, regular years?” He cracks open one eyelid to give you the stink eye, and you roll your eyes back at him. “You know what I mean. Midgardian years, whatever.”

“How should I know that?”

“Well, how long do Asgardians live?”

He seems to think for a moment. “Five thousand or so, give or take.”

“Okay, sooooo…” you scratch some quick math onto the paper in front of you. Five thousand years divided by one thousand and fifty, Loki’s age- 4.76ish. If the normal human lifespan is ninety years, being generous, then ninety divided by 4.76 is… “Huh.”

“Have you made a revolutionary discovery? Shall I call your pathetic press?”

“Just out of curiosity, how do you think the prefrontal cortex matures in Asgardians as compared to humans?”

“Considering Asgardians are vastly superior to mortals, I should say at a greater capacity.”

“I sure hope so,” you murmur to yourself. Because this is… wow. Kind of terrifying, and kind of hilarious.

“What has your tongue in knots?”

“Do you really want to know?”

He cocks and eyebrow and glances around at his cell. “I’m not sure how the information could make my situation any worse.”

“Fair. Well, by human standards, you’re just shy of nineteen years old.”

“I have no context for your lifespans.”

“Um, eighteen is when you’re legally considered an adult in most countries. Here in the States you can’t legally consume alcohol until you’re twenty one. And I’m twenty four, so technically, by Earth’s standards, I’m older than you.”

Oh, the look on his face is just priceless. You wish you had a camera. “That is preposterous.”

“Math doesn’t lie, man. Oh my god, if you were normal, you’d be some rich frat boy right now…!”

“I have no comprehension for this term… frat boy… but from your tone of voice I can sure you I most decidedly would not be one.”

You shake your head, a huge grin on your face. “This is hilarious. I’m older than you. I feel like I should give you a lecture on safe driving skills or why you should stay in school.”

Trickster is practically nose to nose with the glass wall of his cell, looking ridiculously frustrated. “I have harnessed the power of an infinity stone to my own whims and you dare insinuate that you outrank me!”

A what now? “What’s an infinity stone? I haven’t heard of that term.”

It’s almost like a light switch flipping off- everything in him visibly shuts down and withdrawals into himself, swallowing everything up as a snake might a rat. “It is nothing. Unimportant.”

The way he stops on a dime is almost scary. Someone who can control their emotions at the drop of a hat like that… well. They usually don’t learn that skill by pleasant means. So you drop it for now, but you do write yourself a little note with a question mark, right next to his ‘human age’ that’s circled in big black marks. “Hey, I was just kidding Trickster. I doubt I outrank you in anything other than, like, random Midgardian trivia. Trust me, even with the handcuffs, you’re still the heavyweight here.”

To your relief, something like life filters back into his face, just a bit. “It would be best you do not forget that, Witling. There will come a day where I could make your life a living nightmare.”

But his voice is so light you just crinkle your nose at him. “Nah, I bet you’d be harmless. I’m the one who kept you entertained all these dark lonely nights after all.”

“I believe I would rather have Mjolnir set on my head.”

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