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lokust · 3 years

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Drunken Mischief

I swear I’m working on the follow up to the last story but this was in my brain and demanded to be written so enjoy.

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“Mobius… Mobius, come on! Won’t you have a drink with me?”

Loki had been begging Mobius to have even just a few shots with him for what seemed like hours, and he was determined to get a yes.

Mobius had rolled his eyes at the God’s question, finally giving in, “Yes, Loki I will have a drink with you. One drink, alright? I know how you get”.

Loki furrowed his eyebrows and put his hands up in a defensive gesture, “How I ‘get’? I don’t ‘get’ any type of way, thank you very much. I can handle my alcohol”.

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Well, he could have handled his alcohol 4 tequila shots and 3 martinis ago, but Mobius had stayed true to his word and only had one drink himself.

Loki, on the other hand, was flushed red in the face and stumbling around as he attempted to make himself yet another martini.

He was all over the place, giggling up a storm and singing some song that Mobius was sure didn’t even exist until Loki started singing it.

Sure, it was wholesome to see the God so carefree and happy, and giggling, but Mobius couldn’t let him keep drinking.

“Hey- Hey, Loki, maybe you’ve had enough, yeah? A sober Loki is difficult enough, I can only imagine how difficult you must be when you’re off your ass”, he spoke, carefully pulling the bottle of Gin from the God’s hands.

Loki was too gone to really do much more other than reach for the bottle as it was taken from him, “Why…”, he whined out drunkenly, “Why have you taken it from me?”

Mobius huffed out a small laugh, “You’ve been cut off for the night. Pour yourself some water- wait, don’t. You’ll spill it. Let me pour you some water”.

Loki grumbled as he leaned against Mobius in his inebriated state, “I don’t want water, I want another martini”.

The analyst rolled his eyes, “And I want to be in Panama City with a personal water craft and a God who evidently cannot handle a couple martinis. You’re getting water”.

Loki groaned, “You never let me have any fun, Mobius. Lighten up~”, he slurred, tugging at the sleeve of Mobius’s jacket and pinching the agent’s cheek.

Mobius swatted Loki’s hand away from his face and picked up the pitcher of water that sat on the round table. He poured a decent amount into a small cup as Loki continued to pester him, “Drink that”, he said, putting the cup in front of his friend.

Said friend huffed, “I’m not drinking it”.

Mobius rolled his eyes and put his hand on his hip as he tapped his foot impatiently, “Drink the water, Loki”.

The taller of the two crossed his arms over his chest and turned his nose up, “No”, he said stubbornly, only to yelp when Mobius poked him in the ribs as a warning.

“Drink. It”.

Loki smiled a very drunk smile, “Make. Me”.

For a moment, Mobius was frustrated, and he was prepared to unleash every bit of his frustration and make Loki drink the water like the God himself had suggested, but suddenly, it hit him.

Loki was drunk, and happy, and very intentionally provoking Mobius with his stubborn act, and Mobius saw it in the way Loki braced himself when he told Mobius to “make him”.

Mobius’s face fell from one of agitation to a small smirk, “No”, he said, watching Loki’s very poor defense fall as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“No? What- Fine. Then I just don’t have to drink the water”, he crossed his arms again with another small huff as he looked away from Mobius, his expression slowly turning into a grumpy pout.

Mobius just shrugged, “Alright. Fine by me, big guy. I’ll be having a seat right over there. You’re welcome to join me”, he said, gesturing to the small brown sofa before smiling innocently at Loki and moving across the room to sit down.

Loki was baffled. Mobius usually got frustrated enough to pin him down and make him squeal like a child within a couple moments of his stubborn antics. Not that he wanted that. He just didn’t understand the sudden change. Yeah.

He stood for just a moment, soaking in his own befuddlement at what had just happened before he just went back to being drunk and stubborn, “I know what you’re doing”, he said matter-of-factly.

Mobius glanced over his shoulder at the tall God, “Mm, really? What’s that?”, he asked innocently.

Loki just grumbled, “You’re acting like you don’t care to get me to drink it”, he said, sounding incredibly similar to a child who didn’t get his way.

“Oh, is that what I’m doing?”, he asked, “Or are you acting like this to get a reaction out of me?”

Loki stomped his way over to Mobius very angrily, “I am not acting like anything”, he said, plopping down on the sofa beside his friend.

“Oh you’re not?”, he teased, prodding and poking at Loki’s sides and watching his eyes light up as he curled uselessly away from the small attack.

Loki shook his head through an outburst of giggles, drunkenly swatting at the hands that were tazering his sides, “Gehehet ohohohoff!”

Mobius chuckled and pulled Loki closer to him, “No”, he said, wrapping one arm around his friend’s hip to keep him in place, “Honestly, Loki, we need to have a lesson in asking for the things we want, but we’ll save that for another time. Right now, it’s about getting you sobered up”.

Loki’s eyes widened as he writhed in Mobius’s grip.

“Now”, the agent started, “You’ll either laugh yourself back to sobriety or you’ll call for mercy and drink the water”.

Loki’s breath hitched in his throat, but he had no time to protest as Mobius pushed him down against the sofa and tickled relentlessly at his belly and sides.

Mobius refused fo hold back, knowing it was what Loki was going for anyway.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT! IHIHIHIHI- NOHOHOHOHO! Nononono nohohohoho!”, he squirmed weakly in Mobius’s hold, feeling a hand slip underneath his shirt and crawl all the way up his side to scratch at his ribs.

He squealed and pushed at the hand that was keeping him down on his back while trying to wiggle away from the one skittering at his top ribs, “Nohohohot thehehehere! Mobius! Nohohohoho!”

Mobius hummed, “Not there? How about… here?”, he asked teasingly, pulling Loki’s shirt up and suddenly leaning down to blow a loud raspberry in the center of the God’s belly.

Loki squealed and arched his back as he tugged at Mobius’s blond hair, “WAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHOHO! GO BAHAHAHACK!”, he kicked and pleaded but he just couldn’t fight it as intoxicated as he was.

Mobius blew a couple more raspberries before letting up a little and using both hands to scratch and spider as quickly and as gently as he could manage at Loki’s sides, “Oh, how nice of you to try to get closer to me. Really makes this easier, you know?”

Loki shook his head frantically, laughing away as Mobius’s fingertips crawled up his sides to his top rib, teasing just above it before clawing all the way back down both sides to pinch at the lanky man’s hipbones.

Loki was beside himself and his nerves were on fire, but he knew he brought it on himself. He was almost glad he was so drunk, otherwise Mobius would’ve definitely recognized the bright blush on his cheeks.

He slapped and swatted weakly at his captor’s hands as he curled in on himself pitifully, feeling Mobius slip his hands back around to spider and scribble around the fleshy area of his belly.

His back arched and he kicked his feet a bit, but he didn’t know what to do with himself. “MOHOHOHOBIUS ITS NOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!”, he whined through his cackles as he rolled over on his stomach and tried to crawl away.

“Nope, get back here”, he said, pulling Loki back towards him by the trickster’s hips, “You’re not goin anywhere, my inebriated friend”.

Loki groaned as his sides and ribs were attacked while he lay face down on the sofa, “Plehehehease! I cahahan’t!”, he hiccuped and snorted through his incessant giggling, reaching behind himself to push at Mobius’s wrists.

“I yieheheld!! Ihihihi yield!”, he exclaimed as his giggles began to sound more exhausted.

Mobius stopped, rubbing his back soothingly, “You gonna drink the water now?”

Loki nodded with a small breathy hum as he couldn’t find it in himself to do anything more.

Mobius walked to the small table to retrieve the cup before he helped Loki sit up and drink it, which he did in nearly one gulp.

Loki set the cup aside and leaned against his companion, grumbling about how unfair that ordeal was.

Mobius just chuckled, “You love it”.

Loki scoffed, his face heating up once more, “I do not, yo-”,

Mobius put a finger to his lips and shushed him, “Shhh, you’ll hurt yourself stumbling over your lies. Just relax”.

Loki huffed as he stayed silent. In his mind, it was to spite Mobius.

“Maybe next time, we can work on learning how to ask when you want me to tickle you instead of provoking it by refusing to treat yourself after getting so drunk you can barely stand, yeah?”

Loki wasn’t even listening. He was drunk, and he was exhausted. He heard the “yeah?” at the end of Mobius’s sentence and agreed senselessly with a nod and a hum, promptly curling up to fall asleep against Mobius.

Mobius chuckled and shook his head, but he let Loki sleep regardless, knowing the trickster was comfortable right where he was as he rubbed the God’s back soothingly.

And if anything good came of this, it was that Mobius no longer had to imagine how difficult a drunk Loki could be.

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moonbaby26 · 3 years

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Title: A Party and a Spy

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Loki is forced to return to Asgard to unwillingly participate in the festivities honoring Odin and Thor’s victories in Alfheim. He ends up drunk and in a piss poor mood that he then wants you to help relieve. Your secret meetings also finally attract an unwanted visitor. Super brief cameos here by Sif, the warriors three, and Thor, as well as Heimdall again.

Warnings: Semi smut possibly, but no real sex this chapter. Sorry to tease, will be some next chapter. Here is just mentions of arousal, grinding through clothing. Mention of masturbation. Also some animal abuse, but a magical animal who will be fine I guess. The princes are just jerks like that.

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Taglist: @rosaline-black , @lawfeys , @loveableasshole , @insanitybyanothername , @just-wordsandthoughts , @cringingmemeries

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You still felt warm, your head just poking out from under the blanket as you stretched a little. Your hand ran out across the mattress after a moment though, contacting nothing to your surprise as you then opened your eyes.

As you quickly sat up, the look on your face must have said far too much as you heard a chuckle from nearby.

“No, goddess, I haven’t left just yet. My, you are expressive though.”

As you turned your head towards the voice, you saw Loki now sitting in one of the two chairs at the small table opposite your side of the bed.

He was still dressed only in a pair of pants you also quickly noted, yourself still so unused to seeing this much of him as your eyes lingered on the lean muscle and pale skin.

“What?” He asked, not missing that stare either, though the sly look in his eyes told you he knew damned well what you were now distracted with. He just wanted you to say it.

“Asgardians really do wear too many clothes, if you are any proper example anyway.” You replied simply though. Why hide so much all the time?

He raised an eyebrow, but was smirking as he taunted a little further. “Oh I can assure you, there is no one in Asgard like me. And you’d prefer this not be reserved just for you then?”

You tried not to look caught off guard. Even if he were only teasing, the implication that he’d still be keeping this type of intimacy for you alone was something that made your stomach flutter slightly.

“Come here.” He said next though, snapping you back to attention, though you still hesitated. Was that a command or a request?

He only rolled his eyes after a moment though. “Oh, don’t waste time trying to be proud now. I do have to leave shortly, it will already be late morning in Asgard by now.” He extended a hand to you. “So come, sit with me.”

You eventually acquiesced, standing from the bed then, though intending just to walk to the other chair. Yet the very moment you were close enough, he only grabbed you by the arm, pulling you down to sit on his lap instead.

He was surprisingly fast and strong when he wished to be, his arms already around your waist as well before you could think to try and stand again.

“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” He spoke lowly against your ear as you shifted.

But to your surprise he didn’t touch you any further, even though one arm did stay around your waist to keep you steady as his other hand just went back to the table.

“I have a job for you.” He added, then moving his hand oddly as a piece of parchment paper and a writing quill appeared abruptly from thin air. “At least I think it may work. I’m sure the majority of these animals are illiterate. I’m hoping at least the clan chief has some shaman or someone of the sort that understands these runes. It’s the only written language I’ve ever seen in this land.”

But even as he started to write on the paper, your mind was still only fixating on what you’d just seen as you asked abruptly. “How did you do that?”

He seemed focused on whatever symbols he was now putting on the page, but he still answered. “How do I do what? They’re just runes.”

“No, how did you conjure the pen and paper?” Controlling the elements, moving objects by will, or casting illusions was one thing. But forming a very unnatural, man made object from essentially nothing was different than the typical kind of magic you were used to.

Loki paused a moment then, like trying to digest what you’d just said before he glanced back up to look you in the eyes.

“The woman can move the seas themselves and is astonished by a piece of paper?” He mocked incredulously.

Your eyebrows lowered. “Listen, I know good and well I’m no sorceress. That’s why I’m asking. How do you create something like that from nothing?”

He shook his head. “Gods, they really just give magic to anyone these days.”

A joke clearly, as everything you had you had been born with, though learning to control it had taken time. And to be honest, was still an ongoing learning process. But you still wanted an answer as you looked at him pointedly.

He sighed under your gaze. “I really don’t have the time for this. But I know you won’t let it go.” He had continued writing though even as he kept talking. “I didn’t make them, goddess. I brought them with me. You are at least correct in that nearly all instances of magic, nothing can be made without taking of something else. I’m sure when you make those little whirlpools of yours for instance, you’re drawing the latent energy from the water. The currents, the temperature differences, what have you. To truly make something from nothing...well, that would be chaos magic. Which, may or may not even exist depending which of the ancient mages’ tomes you most believe in.”

You could tell he did take pride in his studies and the principles behind them clearly. If he wasn’t already concerned about returning to Asgard, you could probably get a whole lecture on this subject right now. But you couldn’t help but point out again, as you just responded. “Yet you still haven’t really answered my question. If you brought them with you, where were they before?” You glanced down at his pants as if to reaffirm your doubt that anything other than himself had been hidden there as they were relatively tight.

Yet he still smirked at your continued insistence. “On the scale of the things I’m capable of, my dear, that’s just a parlor trick. And if you really care so much, I can teach you at some other time.”

At that, he paused writing again though, placing the quill down momentarily as he then moved his hand again for a long dagger to abruptly be held in his palm. “You see? There are far better uses to this trick.” He flipped the knife just as quickly though, letting the blade’s point stab into the table as the dagger then stood on end.

And as it did so he made sure to look to see your reaction, also asking you, “Do you really just depend on your servants to follow you around at all hours with any weapons you may need?”

Yet you just looked from the dagger, then back to him. Surprised surely, but not actually frightened. “And do you have so many enemies as to always need that at the ready?”

“One never really knows do they?” He answered smoothly, just grasping the dagger’s handle again before it disappeared once more.

It didn’t seem like a threat really. But you felt he still wanted you to know a bit more of what he was capable of. You quieted afterward as he went back to writing for a few more moments.

When he was done, you could tell he glanced over the letter briefly, as if proofreading before he rolled the paper tightly and folded it.

He spoke rather business like then, an odd thing honestly as you still sat so intimately on his lap. “If it wasn’t already obvious, I’d like you to carry this to the village leader while I return to Asgard. I don’t have the time to deal with the mortals right now, and besides, they’re your pets.”

“Excuse me? Have you forgotten whose idea this whole ‘protector’ role was to begin with?”

“Oh, I was willing to let the lot of them be wiped out if you’d chosen not to save them. I’d only need to spare whichever the nicest home was from burning as the marauders moved through, and we still would have ended up with a place to meet regardless.”

The sad thing was, you were actually sure he really meant that too. But he just continued.

“Yet you pitied them, and now here we are. And as the beasts held up their end of the bargain, I agree it’s fair at least to give them some recognition for their work. A pat on the head and a ‘good dog’ essentially, that’s what this letter says. So you see, I’m not wholly ungrateful.”

“A thank you letter?” You asked dryly. Relatively sure it likely didn’t read completely as such.

“Well, essentially. But with a reminder on the rules as well.”

“Rules?”

“Our privacy must be respected. I’ll put a green flame at the end of the trail nearer the village when we’re present. During the night, this place is also solely ours. If during the day there’s no flame, then they can come up and clean and maintenance this tiny wood hutch like good help should.”

“Your staff at your palace must just adore you.” You mused sarcastically. “The mortals are not our slaves, Loki.”

“It’s really an odd thing how you fancy them.” He retorted, though with an air of someone just humoring another person they already thought irreparably deluded. “But I suppose you have nothing else fulfilling to pass the time when I’m in Asgard. Some people like to paint, others like to craft things...you, you have your pets.”

Arrogant god you thought. As if suddenly you had no other purpose outside of him? Surely he saw that insulted look in your eyes as well, because you could see the entertained mirth in his own before he pulled you closer to kiss you suddenly.

And this one was rough again, briefly reminding you of that night in the cave as you felt his hands move down to your hips. His tongue was already in your mouth before you could even consider pulling away.

From last night when he’d only held you, to now seeming so hungry again, the sides of him could change so quickly you were learning.

His hands didn’t move beneath your dress though, even though you thought his fingers may be grabbing you hard enough to bruise as he twisted you to be fully facing him. Straddling him actually with each of your legs now on either side of him as he rested against the back of the chair.

He kept kissing you, and it wasn’t long before you felt that distinct hardness against you even through his pants. As always though, you wore nothing beneath your dress, a matter of practicality really for as often as you were in the water. Who would want any undergarments constantly rubbing and chaffing where you were most sensitive? You liked sheer and loose material in the dresses you wore, so that it moved easily as you swam and dried quickly when you were on land.

But he knew all this by now of course, as he just ground his hips then, that rough seam of his pants then moving between your legs as he drug it back and forth.

He was intentionally trying to work you up. You sensed the trap, but still found your own hands moving across his bare chest soon enough.

Your newfound lack of willpower was really astounding. Finally though, you pulled your head back to break the kiss and warn him. “If you’re just doing this with no intention to actually follow through...”

“If you wanted it so badly, you could have taken it last night.” He retorted though. “I’ve already stayed too long.”

“Why can’t I want both?” You answered, meaning it as well. It wasn’t just sex, nor was it just being in his company. Neither by itself was enough anymore. Each had its own place.

He looked frustrated himself though as you felt him thrust against you reflexively, that bulge in his pants wasted even as it scraped against where you were now becoming wet. “I’m telling you, Odin is back at the palace now. I have to be calculated in the times I come and go. There is some damned ceremony today, likely starting any moment by now for their victories in Alfheim. If I’m not there, they’re going to come looking for me.”

As much as you knew he liked to bend the truth. It wouldn’t make sense for him to deny himself this right now unless it was actually for good reason.

“Well you’re the one who pulled me into your lap and kissed me.” You relented, though your own body now fully flustered and urging you to return to him even as you stood up and stepped away.

“Well you shouldn’t have slept so late.” He grumbled back. Pulling at his pants in some discomfort as he stood as well.

But you watched as his armor manifested then, horned helmet and all as his magic washed across him. What you guessed would now be his attire for the ceremony he’d spoken of. You assumed that clothing and armor had been in whatever void the pen, paper, and dagger had been.

At least with his illusions he could also conceal his arousal if it hadn’t faded on its own by the time he reached the palace though, you thought with some amusement.

Yet, even as he walked for the door, he taunted to you as if sensing your enjoyment of his current predicament. “You’re welcome to get back in the bed you know. Think of me while you self soothe, goddess.”

So crude. But you just fired back before he could close the door. “And is that what you do at night in Asgard? Think of yourself as well to finish things off?” You were trying to mock his evident self importance of course.

Yet he didn’t even miss a beat at the intended insult. “Why be myself when I can just be you? Then I never have to forget how you feel.”

And just to prove that he could, you stared in disbelief as a perfect likeness of yourself then smiled back at you lewdly, thin dress and all before shutting the door unceremoniously.

Gods. That was just unnatural. And you had to sit down at that, arousal now paused at least as your body’s resulting confusion was almost palpable.

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Asgard, not long after

Loki was back to his normal appearance, hurriedly stepping into the small grouping of warriors he’d recognized at once in the rest of the crowd at the palace ceremonial hall.

Sif’s head turned in immediate surprise and annoyance as those golden horns entered her peripheral vision. The irritation was evident even as she tried to keep her voice low with so many others still around them. “And just where have you been!? Thor was looking for you everywhere!”

“I was in the library, did he think to look in the library!?” Loki spat back immediately, knowing that even if his brother had checked there, Thor knew the layout of it so poorly, he could always have claimed to have been in another section.

“Yet why are you breathing so hard, chap? Were you actually running?” Fandral asked as well, also looking Loki over.

“And why pray tell would I have been running?” Loki shot a glare to him next. Could they not mind their own damned business for once?

“Because you were late?” Volstagg offered in that simplistic, yet matter of fact way that was always beyond annoying even on the best day.

“Well I’m here now.” Loki huffed, though not missing the way Hogun was also staring at him critically. “And do you have something to add?” Loki grumbled at him.

But only Sif answered. “Well if you hadn’t been lost in the library,” Her tone made clear how little she believed that excuse, “You’d know that Thor chose you to give the congratulatory speech before-”

“The what?” Loki stared at her, that odd mix of horror and disgust then abruptly clear on his face.

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“So what more can I say of Asgard’s favorite son?” Loki’s public speaking voice boomed richly through the great hall, the throng of happy faces sickening as he smiled right back at them. What fresh Hel was this really?

“Alfheim counts her graces I am sure to have such noble saviors defend her-” By the gods he didn’t even know what Odin and Thor had done there the entire time. He assumed there’d been skull bashing and the normal heroics. But if they’d been working out peace treaties instead the last few weeks, who knew. He’d been looking for hidden portals to Midgard still on the days they’d held the main debriefings.

“And with peace secured in the realms once more, please join me in giving thanks to the noble Allfather and the mighty Thor!” Loki wasn’t normally one for alcohol. Not in comparison to most Asgardians anyway. He thought it dulled the mind too much. But by all the mages in all the realms...he so badly needed it now, as he took a large swig of the strongest Asgard had, before throwing the glass down to shatter it as was custom. “And let the feasts commence!”

The crowd erupted in cheers. And on any other day, that would have been something he obviously would have wanted. But Loki knew that not one voice was for him as he suddenly felt a large hand and arm go around his shoulders, shaking him roughly before his brother’s voice joined the yells, yet right in his ear.

“HUZZAH!” Thor cried, one arm still around Loki as his other lifted Mjolnir triumphantly.

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And it was so many hours later before Loki had finally escaped. Time and time again as he’d tried to excuse himself from the endless barrage of drinks and food, it was as if his brother had somehow sensed it.

Then there would be Thor again, telling him any one of those same stories over and over as he’d somehow corralled Loki back into the feast room. If he’d had to hear one more time how with one hand forced behind his back, and Mjolnir still in mid air, that Thor had kicked one of the enemies’ bombs right back into their own garrison, taking out an entire enemy troop as more of their stored artillery then exploded...Loki may have finally vomited.

As it was now, he wasn’t exactly walking a straight line either though. Just carrying his own helmet in one hand, his head already throbbing as he made his way slowly through the corridors. His other arm reaching out occasionally, grazing the walls for balance.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d drank so much. Well, more like been forced to drink so much, just to try and maintain his sanity in what was essentially just another gathering of his brother’s sycophants.

Honestly did Thor even see it? Did he really think all those hanger-ons were truly his friends? Perhaps there was some argument for Sif and the warriors three. As thick headed as they all were, they were about cut from the same cloth. And that was not a compliment.

But all the others? It’d be almost pitiable really if it weren’t so damned annoying. Yet maybe it was the alcohol there as well, making Loki linger on so many of these feelings again.

By the time he reached the entrance to his quarters, he was frowning as he pushed the heavy doors open. He still made sure that they shut fully behind him though as he waved his hand to lock them doubly with a spell.

It was not without precedent that in some true late night madness, either Thor, or Thor, Fandral, and Volstagg may still force entry to try and get him to accompany them on some additional drunken adventure while they were still riding so high on their accomplishments.

“Idiots,” Loki grumbled to no one though. Still stuck in that sour mood as he moved across the dark room, losing clothes as he did so before finally ending up in his elaborate bed. The silken sheets were then the only thing against his skin as he laid there in silence, though the room still feeling like it was moving slightly in his lingering vertigo.

But he just wanted to sleep. That and to will this headache and the thoughts that worsened it away.

But instead he only laid there. His drunken thoughts churning louder and louder as the minutes passed, alone in this extravagant, luxurious, and also very empty bed.

Scattered across the palace now, he could only imagine all the couplings likely occurring. Not necessarily in the full sense of the word. But he knew how these types of festivities normally ended.

Thor was likely in an archway somewhere with Sif, pawing at each other with all the finesse of a pair of schoolchildren. Fandral and Hogun would still be at a table, Fandral now showing off his sword to a couple maidens simultaneously with only thinly veiled euphemisms of how it compared to the hidden equivalent. And Volstagg would have his actual wife and children there, somehow still not bored of them yet as they all laughed together.

And that’s what it really was, laughable.

Loki rolled onto his side, glaring towards the balcony and the stars dotting the black sky beyond it. No, he didn’t need any of that farce of companionship. Not just for the sake of it anyway like all the others. He took what he wanted, when he wanted surely. Pleasure was one thing after all, but it didn’t control him.

You didn’t control him actually. Because no one controlled the god of mischief.

But the longer he lay there in silence, the more he could then imagine your fingers soon running through his hair, or the warmth of your lap to lay his aching head in. He’d had bad days before, many times retreating to this very room alone. But he didn’t have to be alone tonight. He didn’t have to be alone at all anymore did he?

“Goddamnit.” He finally hissed. It was foolhardy, dangerous even after just returning from Midgard already once today. But he wasn’t going to sleep tonight otherwise. Not until he had what he really wanted.

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Loki certainly wasn’t going to be walking all the way to the bifrost gate. Not at this hour, and not in this condition. So he’d taken a form that at least no one would have second guessed if they’d just happened to look up as he’d passed quickly overhead.

One of Father’s ravens, or the rats with wings as he preferred to call them. And as he’d landed near Heimdall, then regaining his normal form, the older god just looked down at him, unimpressed.

“She’s returned to the ocean. She already sleeps.” Heimdall spoke unprompted.

Yet Loki’s eyebrows rose mockingly, even if his words took a little more effort right now. “Oh? Making a habit of watching her…even without me then? That’s a bit perverse.”

But the gatekeeper’s expression hardly changed at the insult, still so difficult to goad. “I saw you coming, and your questions to her whereabouts are becoming predictable.”

It was true. Loki had already come here several nights, yes. Mostly to check whether the mortals had finished that structure or not. And it’d finally been a pleasant reward just the other night when Heimdall had confirmed it already done and you there waiting.

“I don’t care where she is.” Loki retorted though. “I’m going to Midgard. Open the gate.”

“You are inebriated.” Heimdall warned.

“And you have a severely itritating penchant for stating the obvious…open the gate.” He commanded more forcefully.

“Anywhere in Midgard particular?” Heimdall answered.

Loki paused though, hearing that slightest change in the guardian’s normal stoic tone with those last words. “Are you…attempting to make a joke?”

“I did not wish to assume or state the obvious again as you said. And you also say you do not care where she is. So do you not care where you should land tonight then?”

He was! He was mocking him. Loki growled, pointing his finger for emphasis. “Now listen here…it has been a god awful, long day. Quit trying to dissuade me. Send me to the village, gatekeeper!”

“Any village?”

Gods. “My village, her village, whatever you want to call it. But do it or I’ll use the damned sword myself!”

With one last cheerless look down at Loki, Heimdall turned the sword then, opening the gate even as he warned a final time. “Do not fall from the bifrost, Prince. The universe is vast and does not suffer the careless well. Do remember as well that all things done have consequences in the end.”

But Loki had no time to search for deeper meaning in the words, just ruffling more as he walked towards the light. “Is that a threat?”

“Only a truth and a caution.” Heimdall again answered, just before the other disappeared back across the bridge.

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And as the light left him again, Loki was once more in that dark forest. Yet, the ground far lighter colored than normal as to a little of his surprise, his boots now found fresh snow. Winter had finally arrived to this part of Midgard apparently.

He cursed, realizing it would have been far smarter to have told Heimdall to deposit him directly onto the beach this time as he’d now had to navigate back down the hillside and to the trail that led between the cliff face.

It had started snowing again as well as he walked, the large flakes sticking in his black hair by the time he reached the ocean’s edge. He should have told you just to stay at the cabin this morning. But he didn’t expect to be standing here again so soon either.

Loki didn’t care about the water at this point though, the waves rushing up around his feet and over the top of his boots as he trudged forward to call out. “Hear me, sea beasts! Hear me and bring your mistress to me!”

And it didn’t take long of course before he saw two feminine looking torsos rise just where the waves were breaking in the distance. Not quite human, but expressive enough that he could see the skepticism in their body language.

“She’s asleep!” One called back over the waves.

“Then go and wake her!” He only hissed back as if scolding an insubordinate child. Why did everyone feel the need to test him tonight?

But the two nymphs just looked at one another. The other then speaking. “What is so important? Are you claiming injury again?”

He scoffed at the jab, voice easily sliding into its darker range then, even in his continued drunken state. He did not have time for this. “Do not forget your place, water sprite.”

And as he made a move as if to step further into the water, he was pleased to see them both shrink back at that. When they disappeared not long after, he knew all he now had to do was wait.

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You didn’t fully know what to expect. Why was he back so soon? Not that you should complain, but he’d made such a point about having to return to Asgard this morning, and he’d never come back so quickly before. Even though it was now dead of night.

The nymphs also said he’d been acting strangely, even a bit ruder than normal. They insisted you bring your spear, and so you had as you broke the surface only to find him sitting at the water’s edge. Though not even far enough onto the beach to stay dry as the water now ran around him and then pulled back with each successive wave. His pants and cloak were clearly soaked, snow also dotting all over him to your surprise.

“Loki?” You asked, concerned but cautious. Normally the rare sight of snow would have distracted you in its own right had you not been so focused on him. The north was still unique to you for all its differences.

“The cold doesn’t bother me either.” He said abruptly, seeing that worry in your eyes. But he didn’t stand out of the water. “You really should reprimand your servants…”

“It’s not quite that kind of a relationship.” You replied, though not defensively as you still tried to realize what was wrong with him. “Are you alright?”

“No.” He said simply.

If it was just another trick, it was a good one. But you felt you had no real choice but to behave as if he was sincere. You only laid your spear down in the water as you then moved to sit down beside him.

He looked over at you as you did, and you could see how tired he looked even in the darkness. So close to him then, that was finally when you smelled the scent of alcohol, impressively strong even over the salt smell of the ocean.

He was drunk.

“Loki…” You said again, unsure at all what would have driven him to this kind of excess. “Do you want me to help you to the cabin?”

He leaned closer though, as if to either kiss you or lay his head against yours. He did nuzzle your face slightly though as he whispered in your ear. “I want him to get closer first.” Before you could react though, he’d then grabbed your chin to keep you from looking away from him. “He can’t hear us over the noise of the sea…but don’t look away.”

And he did kiss you then, that heady taste of the alcohol almost as distracting as the nonsensical words. His hand was moving up your thigh as well as his other moved around to your back. It all seemed like only the beginnings of foreplay before just as suddenly, he then pushed you down beneath him. His hand that had been on your thigh pulled back simultaneously to throw a dagger violently out into the darkness.

You heard a distinct sound of a hit, a creature screech, and then chaotic flapping in the sand and snow somewhere near the cliff’s base.

Loki was now laying on top of you, your back still pressed into the wet sand as the water rushed back up around you both. He glanced back down at you then, ignoring the confusion in your eyes as he kissed you roughly several times more before finally pulling back again. “We’ll have to get back to that tomorrow…” He all but purred, mood shifting suddenly to satisfaction as he stood once more and offered you his hand.

Utterly baffled, you still took it, letting him help you up before he let go of you to walk off towards the distressed sounds you still heard near the cliff. You only hung back long enough to grab your spear before hurrying to follow him.

You didn’t know what kind of beast to expect from all the noise, and only found yourself more surprised as a pitiable looking black bird finally came into view. It flapped even harder upon seeing Loki, but with one wing clearly mangled and blood spattering the snow and sand around it.

“Oh, you over dramatic twat.” Loki fussed, snatching the hapless creature up with little fanfare as his other hand reclaimed his now bloody dagger, disappearing it again with his magic. “And which one are you?” He asked, holding it roughly near his face as it now continually tried to bite him in defiance.

You didn’t know what he was looking for, and you were about to say something about how harshly he was holding the poor animal before Loki smirked in recognition.

“Well…Muninn, you little vermin. You saw me leave the palace didn’t you? Did you really think I was your other half? Couldn’t leave well enough alone could you?”

What? So this was one of Odin’s ravens? But, Loki had just stabbed it! Was this not treason? Treason that you were now a party to? You had so many questions as your inner panic began to grow.

But Loki only kept smiling, talking with condescension to the injured bird. “Yet, for you to be here so quickly, then you’ve found my door for me. There’s a rift between Asgard and Midgard somewhere nearby…and for that you get to keep your other wing tonight, you little spy.”

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As you passed back up the trail to the cabin together, you saw Loki had indeed kept his word about signaling to the mortals when you were here. A green flame floated, ethereal in midair at the edge of the tree-line.

It had a haunting look to it, but you said nothing, still so focused on Loki’s rough handling of the injured raven. And by the time you’d entered the woods, you could no longer contain yourself.

“Please don’t hold him by the chest like that. It makes it too hard for them to breathe. You’re going to suffocate him!”

At your outburst, Loki seemed to have a genuine moment of surprise, looking over at you before his normal superior expression returned. “Just because you can become a bird….doesn’t mean you should give a damn about this one. Don’t waste your time on kindness. Despite your bleeding heart, his loyalty lies only with the Allfather. He’ll snitch you out regardless.”

“But, he has lost a lot of blood. We can’t let him die, Loki…” You still kept on, worried the alcohol had truly made him lose all sense of judgement.

Again he just gave you the oddest look before outright laughing though. He shook the bird a little, making it squawk again, before continuing. “This rat and his brother are imbued with Odin’s magic. They cannot perish so easily as long as Odin still lives.”

Yet, that was still not comforting to you in the slightest. In what possible way could torturing a favored pet of the Allfather end positively for the two of you?

But Loki didn’t miss the way you still stared with disapproval, just rolling his eyes as you finally made it to the cabin. “Do you know how long we’ve dealt with these little pests? When Thor got his first slingshot as a boy, what do you think he practiced it on? When I learned my first spells, what did I test them on? There is nothing new to this…”

“That’s awful.” You grumbled, though watching as Loki did this odd movement with his shoulders, his magic shifting over him so that he was suddenly dry again.

As he walked inside, you had to shake the snow off yourself the old fashioned way. Your dress and hair still damp from that and the ocean combined as you followed him inside, leaning your spear against the wall before closing the door. “So you could do that the whole time,” You commented as to his drying trick, though not really surprised by anything else right now.

He smirked a little, knowing what you were thinking. With a wave of his hand a couple of the candles also lit. “Oh, I didn’t do it that night in the cave. You were supposed to take pity and ask me to take off some of my wet clothes…of course they ended up off anyway didn’t they?”

You crossed your arms, just frowning as he unceremoniously opened the chest on the floor next, tossing the injured Muninn into it before slamming it back closed.

“I’ll deal with you in the morning,” Loki threatened in response to the resulting angry squawk, giving the chest a light kick before the noise inside silenced.

When he turned to look at you again, he only offered a dark smile. Though still looking tired as he started to remove his clothes.

You tried to keep your disapproving look strong even as you realized he was using no magic at all, removing his vestments piece by piece as if to taunt you into further watching.

But looking away would have just goaded him too wouldn’t it? Letting him know the sight of his body still did things to you. You couldn’t win either way as all of his clothes finally laid piled on the floor, no neatness this time as he went lay nude in the bed.

You stood there a further moment, really not knowing what to do. He didn’t deserve to be rewarded right now in your mind. But were you just supposed to walk right back out the door? You didn’t have the willpower for that either, not anymore.

He watched you lazily too, waiting. His voice was quieter now though as he did speak again. “If I’d wanted to sleep alone…I would have just stayed in Asgard.”

Your shoulders lowered a little at the softer words, but you didn’t know how much you really believed him. You finally did approach the bed however, removing your wet dress, and not missing the way his eyes moved across your body before you climbed in under the blanket beside him.

But you could also tell he was in no condition for love making, even as you felt his hand encircle one of your wrists, himself then pulling your hand up so your fingers fell into his hair.

He gave you an imploring look, making his intention clear even if unexpected. It was so strange, but you complied, starting to rub your fingers through his hair and along his scalp gently.

The way he clearly relaxed into the touch reminded you so much of a placated animal truly. And he even closed his eyes as you just continued stroking, letting the black hair work repeatedly between your fingers.

To drunkenly cross the vast breadth of space just for this minor affection, also risking exposure by his Father’s informants, was it telling you that he really was so reckless after all? Or…was this becoming a real need for him?

Were you becoming a need in his life?

You felt him line up his body with yours, flesh to flesh as he got further comfortable.

“Thank you.” You heard him say at last. Surprising you enough that you could find nothing to say in return.

You just kept on with your soft touches though, comforting the troublesome prince all the way until he finally fell asleep in your arms.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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Mischief Maker - Chapter 1

a/n: PLEASE READ THE FIX TEASER BEFORE READING THIS :) i hope you all enjoy!

summary: loki x reader ; The reader is already faced with problems regarding Loki. Meanwhile, Tony plans a party.

word count: 3,461

warnings: minor bad language, mentions of drinking

taglist: @alex-sulli @delightfulheartdream

“Have I overcooked the steak again, Y/N?”

You didn’t quite realize that you were spacing out until Wanda’s voice had snapped you back into reality. You lift your head to find a mix of confusion and concern in her eyes.

“Oh not at all, it’s perfect.” you reassure her, poking at the dinner she had prepared for you that night. Wanda was a kind soul. She knew that ever since this morning you were on edge, so she thought that a homemade meal would help remedy your uneasiness.

“It’s okay if you’re not hungry.” Wanda assured you after a bit of silence. “I know you probably have a lot on your mind.” she spoke softly, feeding herself more food from her plate.

“Do you think I made the right choice?” you questioned, pushing your plate aside because you indeed were not hungry. Wanda continued to chew, allowing herself time to really think of the circumstances. What you did not expect was for her to stay silent even after her mouthful of food was swallowed. Normally when Wanda remained silent after receiving a question, it was not good news.

“Well it is true, people can change.” she suggested with a shrug. “I think you’re going to be just fine.”

You don’t blame her for avoiding the question because after all, you didn’t even know if you made the right decision agreeing to watch over Loki.

You opened your mouth to say something but was cut off by loud pounding on the door to Wanda’s room. You hopped to your feet, a low groan escaping your lips. What could possibly be going wrong so early into the ten days? When you opened the door, you were faced with a distraught Sam Wilson, frantically tapping his foot. Once his eyes meet yours, he gives you an exasperated look.

“What are you doing?!” he queried loudly. His tone was as if he caught you doing something unspeakable.

“Having dinner?” it came out almost like a question. “Is there something you need, Sam?”

“Yeah, I need you to do your job and get Loki out of the movie room.” he demanded, taking a step back to allow you out of the doorframe. At first, you didn’t quite understand what he was talking about, yet you followed behind Sam regardless.

When you reached the movie room, you were faced with exactly what you had expected. Some juvenile situation that could easily be solved if you weren’t dealing with such hot headed men. When you walked into the room, you found Loki laying with his legs sprawled on the couch, his eyes glued onto a book he held in one hand. His body effortlessly took up the entire couch, considering his impressive height. You were relieved, at least he hadn't stabbed anybody. At least not yet. Next to the couch, Bucky stood with his arms crossed glaring down at the seemingly peaceful god.

“What’s the problem, James?” you asked.

“Well, Sam and I were going to watch a movie.” he explained as if it were obvious. “But your little friend here is taking up the whole space, even though we reserved this spot tonight.” Bucky’s words caught Loki’s attention and he slowly raised his head from his book to look up at you. When he saw that you were who Sam retrieved to save the day, he rolled his eyes. That seemed to be common for him.

“She is not my friend.” Loki spat coldly. “And I was already here first.”

“But we already reserved the spot, I’ve told you this about six damn times.” Sam whined with aggravation in his voice. You sighed, mentally face-palming yourself at how childish Sam and Bucky were being. Though you opted to take their side because you knew you would never hear the end of it if you didn’t.

“Loki, you can always move to a different room where it might be quieter anyways.” you gently propose. You made sure to choose your words carefully in order not to agitate him. When his head shot up to look directly at you, your heart dropped to your stomach. You swallowed a lump in your throat, hoping you didn’t upset him any further.

“This room has the best lighting for my reading. I do not want a separate room.” he claimed, seemingly speaking more to Sam and Bucky rather than you. You panicked for a moment, feeling like you’ve run out of ideas. Thankfully, you were a quick thinker.

“I think I might have a better spot for you.” you quickly remarked. You held your breath as you awaited his response, hoping you sounded enticing enough to get him to leave the room with you. Much to your relief, Loki stood with a huff after planting his bookmark in his book.

“Lead the way.” he challenged in a sarcastic mood. You give a simple nod before turning to walk out the door with the God of Mischief behind you. As you walked out, you heard Bucky yell an exhausted “thank you” to which you just waved your hand in the air to dismiss him.

While walking down the hallway, you mustered up enough courage to slow your steps in order to walk beside Loki rather than in front of him.

“I’m really sorry about those two, I know they can act like they own the place sometimes.” you apologized, hoping to lighten the mood. Loki merely just shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as I’m given a good spot to continue reading as you promised.” he replied plainly. This of course only made you second guess your pick of a location. You continued to walk with Loki until you both crossed paths with Natasha, who immediately looked curious as to what you two were doing.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” she asked, turning to face you.

“Just peachy.” you replied, forcing the smile on your face. “I’m taking Loki outside. He needs a quiet place to read.” you explained. Natasha did no further questioning and thankfully neither did Loki. He didn’t seem to have a problem with being led outside.

“You two have fun.” she spoke with a chuckle. “By the way, don’t forget we have another one of Stark’s parties to attend tomorrow night.” her reminder caused you to stop in your tracks. Stark’s parties were always flashy and extravagant, the type of thing that you felt completely turned off of as of recently.

“Of course.” you scoffed. “Thanks for telling me.”

“But do you know if… you know.” Natasha gestured towards Loki. You quickly caught onto what she was hinting at. Would Tony even allow Loki to step foot into the party? You sigh and look up at Loki who seemed confused as to what you two were talking about.

“I don’t care what Tony says. Loki shouldn’t be locked away in his room.” you declare, setting your foot down. Your statement only seemed to intrigued Loki.

“Should I be concerned?” he asked, looking to the both of you.

“Not at all!” you exclaimed quickly. “Now let’s go before it gets dark out.” you began speed walking towards the door hoping Loki would follow behind you. Thankfully, he continued to walk without any more questions. Once you both finally got out of the doors to the compound, Loki took a deep breath and looked around. It wasn’t until now you realized he probably hasn’t gotten much fresh air since arriving here. Though much to your dismay, Loki didn’t let the events with Natasha go unanswered.

“Will you tell me what you and Agent Romanoff spoke of now?” he asked, genuine curiosity laced in his voice. You decided not to protest. He deserved to know, after all. You gave yourself a moment to compose your thoughts so your explanation came out efficiently. You both continued to walk.

“Tony likes to host these huge parties from time to time to let all the Avengers have a break from their work and just have some fun with one another.” you paused, not knowing how to word the next bit. “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that Tony isn’t very fond of you.”

“Of course I have.” he stated, almost in offense. “And I suppose he wants me locked away in my room as you said?”

You just simply looked at him and nodded, relieved he caught on quick. As you both continued to walk toward the hill you always painted on, you decided not to speak and allow Loki time to dwell on the situation.

“Well thank you.” he finally said. “For not wanting me to be hidden away.” he added quickly. Due to reasons you can’t explain, you blushed at Loki’s gratitude. Hearing kind words from him was refreshing. It had actually caught you off guard with how quickly he could switch from overbearing to gentle so fast.

“You’re welcome.” you replied with a warm smile. Once you two finally reached the top of the hill, you let out a sigh as you looked around. It was perfect. The two of you had the perfect view of the sunset which was glowing a beautiful orange and pink ombré. A gust of warm wind gently rushed through the air, giving you a sense of comfort. When you turned to look at Loki, you found he was also admiring the scene displayed in front of him. As you studied his face, you noticed there was just something about the way the sun hit his face that made him seem so normal. Maybe even human. When he turned to look at you, you jumped a little after being caught blatantly staring at him.

“Do you come up here often?” he questioned, taking a step towards you. To avoid any sort of eye contact, you let your head hang low to watch your feet kick at the grass lightly.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite place to come when I want to be alone.” you explained to the ground. You hoped that he wouldn’t be able to tell how nervous you were to be alone with him. Of course, he did.

“Do I frighten you, girl?” he pondered, tilting his head to the side to make an attempt to look at your face. His question made your breath hitch, though you would never let him notice. You brought your head up to look at him once more, but was startled to find that Loki was standing just a mere foot away from you. You cleared your throat quickly to reply.

“No.” you lied. You knew good and well that he intimidated you possibly more than anything else in the Avengers tower.

“You know, I wouldn’t blame you if you were.” he assured you. “I’m sure your friends have fed you all the awful stories about me.”

“I was there when it happened, so I already knew about the incident.” you informed him, hoping you didn’t come off as rude. Loki hummed in response. There was a moment of silence between the two of you, making the air feel awkward.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person though.” you spoke truthfully. You hoped to give him any sort of comfort to counteract the heaviness of the moment. Loki continued to stare at you before nodding in appreciation.

“I’m grateful.” he answered with certainty. You smile and turn back to face the sunset that has now faded to a beautiful pastel pink. Feeling a sense of self-consciousness come down upon you, you suddenly decide that you have overstayed. Even if you were technically in a place that was very much yours.

“Well if all you were looking for was a place to read, I’ll leave you be now.” you said, turning back to face Loki. What you did not expect was Loki to give you a confused look as if you weren’t supposed to leave.

“Don’t you want to watch the rest of the sunset?” he asked, waving his hand towards the sky. His recommendation made your cheeks burn up. Gods, why was he making you so flustered? You took a step back towards where you were previously next to him.

“I’d love to.” you replied sweetly. That was the first time you saw Loki, the God of Mischief smile. It was quick and simple, nothing more than a smirk. It made your heart warm up nonetheless.

Loki continued to tell you of the sunsets on Asgard while the two of you sat on top of the grassy hill. It soothed your mind to hear how comfortable Loki was talking to you. You sat and was a good listener to Loki, enjoying all the descriptions he gave you of his home. In return, you told him of your artwork and how you were actually a painter when you weren’t being an Avenger.

“You’d find the art on Asgard to be quite astounding then.” he said at one point. “Thor has told me much about you. He never told me you were a painter.” you raised an eyebrow at Loki’s statement.

“Thor has talked about me?” you asked with a smile. Loki paused for a moment to think, lightly groaning in frustration.

“Of course. That’s all the oaf does is talk.” Loki swore. There was a small sigh that did not go unnoticed from Loki. It soon became apparent that Loki wasn’t very adoring of talking about his brother. You quickly decided to change the subject.

“Well I can always show you some of my art work if you’d like.” you suggested. Loki remained silent, making you worrisome. You wondered if you had overstepped with recommending him some of your paintings. After a couple of seconds, Loki finally turns to connect his eyes with yours.

“I’d like that.” he assured you softly.

The two of you talked until the sun had fully vanished into the night. The both of you walked back to the tower in silence, neither of you quite knowing what to say. The moment you had walked back into the tower, you were approached by Tony who had some sort of list in his hand.

“Y/N! Just the person I wanted to see.” he announced. “Listen, I have to discuss the party with you. Um, Reindeer Games, if you don’t mind?” Tony said, rudely waving Loki away in the other direction. Loki simply glared at Tony before stomping off to wherever he decided to go next.

“You know, there’s no need to be rude.” you said to Tony quietly.

“Oh what, you two are like best buds now?” he teased. You didn’t respond, letting Tony get his laughs in. “Anyways, I wanted to ask if you’re interested in making a little bit of cash.”

You quirk an eyebrow at Tony, already having a bad feeling about where this is going.

“What do you mean?” you ask, utterly confused. Tony just smiled and unraveled the list he held in his hand, revealing a whole index full of people’s names you had no clue existed.

“I have a whole bunch of rich assholes coming tomorrow that are completely loaded. So, being the nice person I am, I thought I’d ask if you had any pieces of art that you’re willing to put prices on for these people.” you groan, listening to the proposition that was very much a Tony Stark idea.

“You want people to bid on my art?” you plainly summed up everything Tony said.

“You’ll get every penny!” he threw his hands up in mock defense. “I just need some kind of big event to get people to show up.” You rolled your eyes.

“Tony, I can’t. I’ll be busy enough making sure Loki doesn’t get into any trouble at the party.” you explained. You were hoping your words would go right over Tony’s head, but of course it didn’t. Nothing ever gets past him.

“Oh, no. Oh hell no, he’s not coming near my party! I don’t need him scaring away my guests.” Tony exclaimed. There it was. The big demand from the man himself that will forbid Loki from acting as a normal person. Or god, per say.

“Why not? He really does seem like he's changed.” you tried to persuade him, but as you expected, your pleas fell upon deaf ears.

“Don’t care.” Tony said with a matter of fact tone. “Please just do me a favor and go through some old paintings. It doesn’t have to be huge, just something that’ll make rich people feel richer.” he ordered while walking back to his lab. With that said, it seemed like you really didn’t have much of a choice. You began to walk back to your room, already thinking of a plan to allow Loki out of his room during the party. After seeing the amount of people on the guest list, you deemed it easy enough to sneak him into the party.

Third Person POV:

Loki banged on the doors to his brother’s room desperately. As he knocked, he looked around to make sure nobody would catch him pounding on the door like a madman. Once the doors finally opened, Thor’s eyes lit up to find his brother had come to visit him.

“Oh, brother! What a surprise this is!” Thor practically shouted with a smile. Loki didn’t bother with returning the enthusiasm. “Please come in.” Thor requested, opening the door wider to allow his brother entry. When Loki walked in, his nose scrunched at the mess of Thor’s room. There were clothes everywhere with several empty beer bottles scattered about. Not to mention all the various candy wrappers that decorated the floor.

“By the norns, has our mother raised a pig?” Loki ridiculed his brother in disgust. This of course didn’t phase Thor due to the fact that he’s dealt with Loki’s judgement even as children. As a matter of fact, he expected it when Loki walked in.

“Last time I checked, no.” Thor replied with a smile. “Now, what is it you need, brother?” Thor asked. Loki looked his brother in the eyes for a good moment before speaking again. Loki often did this to be sure Thor was actually listening.

“It’s about Y/N.” Loki finally admitted. “She’s so different.” Loki said almost in puzzlement.

“Whatever do you mean?” Thor asked, tilting his head to the side.

“She was unceasingly friendly to me today, without even asking anything in return.” Loki explained, confusion written on his face. “I want to repay the kindness to her.” Loki stated confidently. Thor chuckled lightly, happy to see that someone was showing his brother kindness.

“Ah yes, Y/N is a very sweet girl.” Thor confirmed happily. “Have you taken an interest in her, brother?” Thor suggested with a wink. Loki’s eyes widened in anger at Thor’s teasing and he hit his brother firmly in his broad chest.

“Of course not! That is absurd!” Loki blurted out. “I simply just want to return the favor after she was kind to me, that is all.” Loki corrected Thor.

“It is not such a far fetched idea, brother! She is a very likable woman.” Thor shamelessly stated. This made Loki think back to earlier when he told Y/N of Thor speaking of her. He recalled the way her eyes sparkled when he mentioned Thor speaking of her. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that it was Thor that Y/N had affections towards. After all, what woman wasn’t completely head over heels for his brother? Loki rolled his eyes at the thought.

“Just tell me what I should do to repay her for being so pleasant to me.” Loki said with irritation deep in his tone.

“Stark is holding a party tomorrow night.” Thor said with a snap after a bit of contemplating. “You can ask to treat her to a drink.” Thor suggested. It seemed like the perfect idea. That was until Loki remembered your conversation with Natasha.

“I can’t.” he said simply. “Stark is prohibiting me from going to his little get together.” Loki snorted. Thor began to brainstorm ideas. He was happy that someone was finally showing warmth to his brother and he did not want anything to get in the way of it.

“Then I shall sneak you in!” Thor exclaimed with his typical mightiness. Loki rolled his eyes at his brother’s over-confidence.

“And how do you expect to do that?” Loki challenged, crossing his arms.

“I will find a way. Surely it can’t be that hard.” Thor affirmed with a beaming smile. “C’mon brother, you’re the God of Mischief! Surely something like this is right up your alley.” Thor made a good point. Loki knew it would be easy enough to fool the Midgardians. After some consideration, Loki smiled at his brother.

“What do you have in mind?”

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queenofspades20 · 3 years

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Goddesses and their Gods (3/3)

Here is the final chapter of my submission for @bonkywobble’s Halfway to 1k challenge. Had fun writing this. Might do some one-shots in the future.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader; Hephaestus!Bucky x Aphrodite!Reader

Synopsis: the wedding. Just some fluff.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff, some very slight angst (wedding nerves)

Y/n and Natasha sat on their spot on the beach, drinking some fun drinks and discussed their ideas for the wedding.

“I know pretty much all the gods and goddesses need to be there, but I don’t want to go crazy. Bucky isn’t the biggest fan of crowds and it’s our day, so I want him to be happy with everything, too.”

“Y/n, you know that god will be happy if you are. You could demand that everyone has to wear pink and he’d go along with it,” Natasha pointed out. She knew Y/n wasn’t the type to go overboard, despite what others might think.

“Yeah, I’m not really feeling that. I may be the Goddess of Love, but even I don’t need everything and everyone in one color. What about these two colors for the wedding?” She pushed a couple of swatches towards Natasha. [Pick your two favorite colors]

Natasha really liked the colors together. She could see Bucky being happy with them as well.

“I think they look great. Do you want to use them as accents?”

“Well, I want to use this color for the bridesmaids dresses for you, Wanda, and Pepper. As well as for color accents for the guys,” Y/n said, pointing to one of the colors. “And I want the other color to be used for the flowers.”

Natasha was impressed. “I think that would look really nice. What about your dress?”

“I’m going with non-white. I’m leaning towards a soft champagne or silver color for my dress and my flowers will be a mix of the two colors. I have to run this by Bucky too, to see what he thinks.” Y/n looked thoughtful. “I hope he likes them.”

“I’m certain he will. And I love that you are trying to get him involved. Do you really think he’ll help?”

“Well, we already decided on our cake and the menu for the reception. He’s been pretty involved actually. I love it. Him wanting to be involved makes me feel as if he really is excited for this.”

“Why wouldn’t he be?”

“I know wedding stuff isn’t for everyone. Bucky has made some great suggestions too. This wedding is about both of us, the day we start the rest of our lives together.”

“You really are a romantic.”

“Well, it comes with the job,” Y/n laughed out. “I guess I was made for it.”

“You were. You and Bucky really make the rest of feel love. It’s like you project it out. It’s the best feeling.”

Y/n smiled. “I really lucked out with him.”

Bucky was working in his forge, finishing up some bolts for Tony. He wanted to get a head’s start on some of the projects he agreed to take on before the wedding, so that he and Y/n could have a nice extended honeymoon. He heard a crash from behind him. Bucky quickly turned around to see Steve trying to put the items back on the table he had knocked over.

“Sorry, Buck.”

“Don’t worry about it, Steve. Those are just some toys I’ve been working on. Thankfully nothing dangerous. What brings you by?” Bucky set the bolt in the holder he had created for them and made his way over to where Steve was standing.

“Wedding details. Y/n gave me a list to give to you. You get to make the decisions for these things.” Steve handed over a piece of paper. There were a few things on the list.

“That’s not too much. I think this wedding is pretty much planned out,” Bucky said, looking at the list.

“Big day is in a week, right?”

“Yeah. Y/n mentioned there were a few last minute things that would come up, but we have all the big details down. I can’t wait to see her at the altar.”

“You planned this pretty quickly.”

“Well, we didn’t want to waste time. I knew she was the one for me on our first date. She’s amazing.” Bucky got a happy dazed look in his eyes.

“And you didn’t want Tony to change his mind.” Steve smirked.

“Uh, duh. He can be pretty impulsive.” Bucky laughed. “Honestly, I don’t think he would change his mind on this. He’s getting his bolts back and Y/n is happy, which is what he wants. He wouldn’t do anything to make her sad, not intentionally.”

“True.”

“Any other reason you stopped by?” Bucky knew his friend well enough to know when he needed something more.

“Are we doing a bachelor party? Did you want one?”

“I don’t really care about it. I know Y/n is doing a night in with Pepper, Wanda, Loki, and Natasha. They’re just going to pamper themselves and relax. I’d be okay with doing something low-key like that. Just a night in with some friends.”

Steve nodded. “You, me, Sam, and Thor?”

“Works for me.”

“I’ll let them all know.” Steve moved towards the door to leave. “Any requests for drinks?”

“Just the usual. Let me know where to show up.”

“Will do, Pal.”

Steve left Bucky to finish up his work.

The week went quickly and the last minute preparations were done for the wedding. Y/n and Bucky had their nights with their friends after the rehearsal dinner. Before they knew it, the day of the wedding had arrived. The morning of, Y/n, Loki, and the girls were all in Y/n’s home getting ready. The ceremony was going to take place on Olympus with all the gods and goddesses in attendance. Bucky and his groomsmen were getting ready at Natasha’s home, which was next to Y/n’s. The wedding was set to be in the early afternoon, with the reception planned to go through the night. Since gods and goddesses didn’t really need much sleep (if at all), they figured they would just party and celebrate with their friends until people decided to do something else. Y/n was feeling nervous all morning.

“What if he changes his mind? I can be a lot,” Y/n said, her leg bouncing with nerves.

“He would never. He loves you too much,” Pepper said, rubbing Y/n’s shoulder.

“He’s completely whipped for you,” Loki interjected. “In a good way, of course.”

Y/n couldn’t stop bouncing her leg. “I need to see him. Nat, I need Bucky.”

Natasha hesitated. “What about the tradition of not seeing the bride before the wedding? Isn’t that bad luck?”

“I never agreed with that tradition. I’ve seen plenty of people see each other before the wedding and had perfectly happy marriages. I don’t even know where that stupid tradition started.”

Pepper spoke up, “It emerged from a time when arranged marriages were commonplace, and was practiced to ensure the groom would go through with the marriage regardless of the bride-to-be's identity or appearance. I don’t think it would apply in this case.”

Y/n threw her hands up. “See? Pepper knows about these things. She’s the goddess of marriage. The tradition wouldn’t even apply to us because Bucky has seen me plenty of times. Nat, I need to see him.”

“Okay. I’ll run and get him.”

Natasha rushed out the door and ran next door. She knocked a few times before the door opened, revealing Steve. He looked at her quizzically.

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping the bride get ready?” He leaned against the doorway, his eyebrow quirked up.

“Bride needs to see the groom. She’s kind of freaking out with nerves.”

“She getting cold feet?”

“I think she’s scared of him getting cold feet and needs assurances he still wants her.”

Bucky stuck his head through the doorway. “Why would she think I don’t want to marry her?”

“I think the irrational part of her is taking over. Thoughts of being the jilted lover. She needs you. Come over, please.”

“What about the trad—“ Steve started to ask, but Natasha interrupted him.

“It’s a stupid tradition that wouldn’t apply to you two anyways, since this isn’t an arranged marriage.”

“What?” Bucky and Steve asked together.

“I’ve already lived through this conversation once today. Just get your butt over there and calm her down.” Natasha was getting exasperated. “Your bride needs you.”

Bucky looked at Steve. “Make sure my suit is ready for when I get back.” He made his way out the door. “Let’s go, Nat.”

As soon as Bucky was through the door, Y/n rushed and jumped into his arms. He could feel her heart beating quickly. He tightened his arms around her and moved his mouth close to her ear.

“I’m here, Love.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“For what?” Bucky asked, pulling back.

“Making you come over here.” Y/n still wouldn’t look up.

Bucky put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to look at him. “There is nothing to apologize for. Are you okay?”

“I am now. I guess I just got stuck in my head. You sure you wanna marry me?”

“More than ever.” Bucky smiled at her. “I’m so excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you.”

Bucky started to let go of Y/n but she pulled him back into her. “Not yet. You calm me.”

Bucky tightened his arms around her. “Okay, Love. I got you.”

They stayed holding each other for a few minutes until Natasha, Pepper, Wanda, and Loki came back into the room.

“Alright love birds,” Pepper said, clapping her hands. “Time to break it up. We need to finish getting Y/n ready for the ceremony and Bucky, you need to get dressed yourself.”

Y/n and Bucky reluctantly separated themselves.

“See you at the alter?” Y/n said with a smile.

“I’ll be waiting for you, Love.”

The rest of the morning was spent getting ready for the ceremony. When everyone was ready, they made their way to the park in the center of Olympus. Y/n could barely contain her excitement.

Bucky and his groomsmen were at the altar. Tony, as king of the gods, was presiding. Y/n had decided to walk down the aisle by herself. It took everything in her to not run down the aisle to Bucky.

Steve kept his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to keep in place. Bucky kept trying to move forward to meet her and Steve had to hold him in place. Bucky was in awe of Y/n. Her dress shimmered in the sunlight. When she reached him, Y/n handed her bouquet to Natasha and placed her hand in Bucky’s.

“You put all the stars to shame with your beauty, Love,” Bucky said softly.

“I think I’ve blinded you,” Y/n replied with a light laugh.

Tony smiled at the couple before beginning. “Welcome goddesses and gods. We’re here to witness the marriage between Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, and Hephaestus, God of Metalworking and Fire.”

The rest of the ceremony went in a blur. Y/n and Bucky decided to say their own vows. There was not a dry eye in the crowd. They exchanged rings, with a special one being designed for Bucky’s metal arm that would stay no matter what.

“Alright, now with the exchanging of vows and rings, that means you two are now joined. By the power vested in me by, who else, me, I now declare you married. You may kiss each other, but knowing you two, keep it short. We don’t need a show.”

The crowd laughed and Bucky pulled Y/n into his arms. He dipped her low and gave her a dramatic kiss. Everyone started cheering as they stood up, kissing once more.

“I love you, Husband.”

“I love you, Wife.”

Bucky and Y/n made their way to the reception, where they danced the night away, surrounded by their friends and family. It was the perfect day for both of them.

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omgviolette12 · 4 years

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After Hours - Chapter 13

Previous Chapter

Summary: After sex, comes the bliss... right?

Chapters: 13/?

Words: 2800+

Warnings: None

Tags: @milkymaidme @dangertoozmanykids101@alexakeyloveloki @little-moonbeam-666 @marvel-ous-fics@clovermariear@lynnesm@bitchyikes@moon-child-of-a-poet, @allthecraftandthings@bubblegumspitt @shockwavee @blondekel77 @nerd–nirvana @valdemarismynonbinarylove@nightrose64 @pastelhexmaniac @iistormii

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A/N: Sorry for the delay, still in the midst of final projects. Motivation to complete work/writing has been a bit slow, and I’ve been trying to think up new plot points. I’ve been stuck, lol. Anyway, enjoy!

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Evelyn should’ve expected this, but she had no idea that she would be this sore.

After the shower, they both became somewhat insatiable. It was as though Loki couldn’t get enough of her, and she of him. The taboo of their relationship spurred on their lust, the need to be connected to each other in every way possible great. So like he had promised, he fucked her into the late hours of the night.

While she was grateful that her first time was far from terrible...she made a mental note to learn her limits. She thought the idea of getting fucked silly by the man she pined for would be a dream come true - but the effects on her body afterwards was kind of a bitch.

Evelyn hopped and limped all the way to Loki’s car when they left his house early in the morning, wincing with every step. She attributed the amount of pain she was in due to the fact that she was simply not used to sex, and her professor’s size was considerable.

Perhaps the more they did it, the less pain there would be overtime?

Just the thought of a ‘next time’ in Loki’s bed was enough to set off another wave of butterflies inside her stomach. Whatever pain she was in right now, it was worth it.

Loki, however, had long noticed Evelyn’s plight - in fact, he even had the gall to tease her about it, offering to carry her up the steps to her door like a princess once they reached her apartment.

He sounded pretty serious about it too, so Evelyn couldn't help but blush even though she knew he was just messing around. It was going to be a challenge getting used to his playful side…

Evelyn promised him that she'd stop by his office later on in the day, to resume her duties as his TA. Since she wouldn’t be able to attend the Monday lecture to help out this time around for obvious reasons, the least she could do was grade some exams.

She dreaded grading, especially since it was math( another reason why she skipped meetings in the beginning…) but now that the dynamic between her and Loki has changed considerably, she was actually looking forward to being productive in his presence.

They parted with a kiss, and Evelyn made her way to her apartment door slowly. Now, she just had to try to walk inside like there wasn't a stick up her ass.

To Evelyn’s surprise and dismay, Candice was waiting for her on the couch, a cup of hot cocoa in hand as she watched her hop through the front door.

Evelyn was secretly banking on the fact that she had left for work already, since Candice mentioned offhandedly that she took up more shifts at her hospital.

But alas, the shit-eating grin that was plastered on Candice’s face meant that she must’ve called in sick to witness Evelyn’s limp of shame, first thing.

“Well! I’ll be damned,”

Evelyn stubbornly ignored her in embarrassment as she limped past the couch to head to her room, but Candice set down her mug to follow her, giggling like a fool, “He busted that cherry so hard he got you hoppin’ like a bunny! Sheesh...”

"Not now, Candice…" Her face felt hot, desperately wishing her sister had some sort of filter.

"Did y'all use a rubber? Did he hurt you? Because if he hurt you Eve -"

Candice was going to badger her until all was answered, so Evelyn relented with a grimace, hoping she would leave her alone after she was satisfied,

“ No! He didn’t hurt me...and yes, we used protection. Each time.”

“Each ti- each time?! How many times did y’all fu- ”

Evelyn cut her off before she could finish, “I’ll answer all the juicy deets later, okay!? I didn’t have time to shower before we left, and I wanna do that now. Please?”

Candice realized she was being a bit overbearing, backing off a bit. Evelyn was extremely fun to tease and make fun off, but she knew her sister had limits,

“Sorry, sorry. My baby sister never seemed the type to be interested in sex or anything before...so to do it with a professor of all people for your first time! And a kinky one! Don’t blame me for being interested and concerned...”

Evelyn ignored the kinky comment, limping inside her room as she replied, “I mean, is the professor thing really that big a deal? I’m technically just a former student of his...”

“Not really, you already know how my hoe phase was. Fucked a few teachers in my college days. But you have to be careful with these older men Eve, since you’re new to this sort of thing. Don't get attached. Especially if his dick game’s good, he will manipulate the hell outta you,”

"...Speaking from experience?"

"Yep. Found out this guy was a whole married man and I still went back to fuck. Good dick messes with your morals sis,"

Evelyn had a hard time taking her words seriously since Candice lacked morals in the first place, but pretended to agree so she could leave her be,

"I'll make sure to be careful, okay? Can I shower now?"

"Yeah yeah, we'll talk more later. Remember what I said, hmm?"

And with that, Candice left her room with a skip to her step.

Evelyn didn’t bother processing her sister’s warning, going straight to the shower to relieve her sore muscles.

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By the time Evelyn made her way unto the campus, the pain had lessened considerably. She still had to walk a bit carefully, but she didn’t feel as raw as before. While she showered, she also noticed bruises alongside her hip and waist - she even had to use more than a bit of makeup to cover the new ones Loki had ‘affectionately’ placed in plain sight on her neck.

She was especially hard to bruise, so she was baffled at the amount she currently had.

Evelyn thought that she should at least feel miffed about it, but somehow the thought of being marked as his, in any way, sent a thrill through her being. Even when he was rough at some points...

I had sex just once and I’m already a deviant…hehe.

Evelyn was quite busy daydreaming about the naughty events from last night, that she didn’t see the tall figure standing in her way as she headed towards Loki’s office.

‘Oof!’

As expected, she collided straight into the person’s side, yelping in the process.

“Oh shit - I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention…”

She looked up apologetically at the woman in front of her - lithe and pale, with narrowed blue eyes that accentuated her intimidating presence.

Perhaps because she also had dark hair and sharp facial features, she saw a vague resemblance to Loki.

“Obviously, you weren’t,” the woman replied curtly, before giving a tight smile,

“But, I’ll forgive you if you were to lend some assistance.”

Her tone carried a sort of cold arrogance, as Evelyn shrunk underneath her stare. She even had Loki’s accent…

“Uh...of course! How can I help…?” Although she was in a bit of a rush to get to where she needed to be, she did not want the woman in front of her to be any more pissed off than she already seemed to look.

She showed Evelyn a map of the campus that was in her hands, pointing at the building she wanted to head to, “This map is much too complicated for me, and I’m trying to look for this building. I need to find someone, and this is where his office is apparently.”

“Oh, I’m actually heading there!” Evelyn was glad that the woman pointed towards the science department - the campus was fairly large, and she barely knew half of the map. “If you don’t mind me asking, who’re you trying to find? I can show you to them directly…”

She didn’t have to go the extra mile, merely walk with her to the building. But Evelyn had always been a people pleaser.

“Ah, I’m looking for my brother. Are you a student of his, perhaps? I do know that he teaches here…Loki Odinson. Or Laufeyson, whatever he wants to go by nowadays.”

“Brother? You’re Loki’s sister?” Evelyn asked in a surprised tone, voice elevated. He did mention he two had siblings during their date, but he never went into detail about anything.

The woman looked at her oddly, a small chuckle leaving her lips, “Well, you certainly sound quite familiar with him.”

Evelyn realized her mistake, hastily rushing to fix it. Loki was fine with Candice knowing everything, but she still wasn’t sure about his side of the family.

“Oh, about that...I usually just call all the professors by their names, haha…”

“My brother really dislikes being referred to in an informal manner, so I find the idea of him allowing that unlikely.”

“.....”

Evelyn was momentarily speechless, akin to a deer in headlights.

“Uhm, you see, I -“

“No need to explain,” the woman stepped closer, a bit too close for comfort as she scrutinized Evelyn’s face, “You’re his exact type, you know. Short, timid, pretty. He’s probably quite taken with you...”

As she looked her up and down, a spark of realization lit her eyes..

“Miss...you’re stepping out of line here.”

She was assuming way too much, for just a minor slip up. And who spoke like this to someone they just met?

“Oh, It's just harmless teasing,” she stepped back, her smile starting to look a lot more natural.

She pulled out her hand for a handshake, “ Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hela. Hela Odinson. And you?”

Evelyn gave a momentary look of reluctance before accepting the handshake, “Uhm, Evelyn Monroe. Nice to meet you, I guess?”

Hela’s smile became broader, “Let’s walk and talk, hmm?”

Evelyn was very uncomfortable, but started to walk regardless.

As they made their way towards Loki’s office, Hela, surprisingly, insisted on making small talk. Evelyn pegged her for the cold and silent type like her brother, but she was entirely the opposite. She asked general questions about what Evelyn did, her age, etc. But unfortunately, she also kept asking suggestive questions, hoping for another slip up on her end.

“I haven’t spoken to my brother in a while, so I’m clueless as to how he’s doing. Does he treat you well, Evelyn?”

Hela began adopting a familiar and warmer tone, softening Evelyn’s first impression. It succeeded in lulling her into a sense of minor comfort, “Oh, he treats me very well. I mean, he’s pretty nice to all of his students, most times...”

“Hm, that’s surprising. His personality is treacherous, so I expected the opposite.”

Evelyn looked at her quizzically. For his sister, she sure spoke like she disliked him to a large degree.

“Since I like you, I’ll give you a bit of advice,”

Hela turned to look at her then, meeting her eyes,

“Don’t get too attached to a man like Loki, especially if he thinks you’re a temporary plaything. He gets... annoyed, quite easily. You weren't the only one he happened to fancy so much in the past...so I'd know.”

….?!??

“Excuse me, but what -“ Evelyn started, but then the dark, pissed off voice of her professor sounded from behind them.

“Hela,”

His face was pulled into a tight scowl, trained directly at his sister, “ What nonsense are you spewing?”

Loki appeared behind them suddenly out of thin air, startling the wits out of Evelyn. Before she could ponder the possibility that he had magical powers, she realized they just passed the lecture hall where his class was, on the way to his office.

“I took time out of my busy schedule to see you, dear brother...one would think you’d sound a bit more affectionate. Hasn't it been a year since we last spoke?”

“Slither back to whatever hell you came from, woman.”

“Well, I suppose that’s close enough.”

Evelyn looked back and forth between the two, the tension thick and uncomfortable. They were in the middle of the hallway and students still wandered about, so she decided to make an exit. She wanted no part in whatever mystery family drama that was unfolding...and she needed time to ponder over Hela’s words.

I’ll ask just him about this later...

“So...um. I’m gonna go ahead to the office, okay? Grade those papers...yippee…”

She added awkwardly, slowly backing away.

Loki looked at her then. She hoped his face would soften a bit, but it didn’t.

“I’ll be there shortly. This won’t take long.”

His answers were short and clipped, so she knew he was pissed.

She didn’t do anything wrong to her knowledge, so she blamed his mood all on his sister.

Before Evelyn left, Hela addressed her one last time.

“It was lovely meeting you, sweetheart. I’m sure we’ll see each other again…”

“Oh. Uhm, yeah. Nice meeting you too…”

Evelyn didn’t waste anymore time, leaving the pair once she saw Loki’s worsening expression.

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Hela’s words from before repeated inside her head, filling her with a sense of paranoia. But, she had no reason to be paranoid, right? Loki said they were exclusive, after all. He said he wanted her to be his woman. No, she was his woman. And he made sure of that last night.

Evelyn stubbornly pushed her anxieties aside into the far crevice of her mind, reassuring herself with his words. Although Hela was his sister, she and Loki clearly weren’t on good terms. She could’ve said that in order to sabotage their suspected relationship.

God, this is giving me a damn headache...

She settled in Loki's office, taking the stack of exams from his desk and got comfortable on the couch. She hoped grading and correcting complicated equations would fry her brain enough to stop the fretting, as she waited for him to come.

Loki appeared after about fifteen minutes, and Evelyn bolted upright once she heard him enter.

“Oh, Loki! I went ahead and started…”

She paused mid sentence when she saw his expression.

“...Grading…”

Why did it feel like she was in some sort of trouble? The heck?

His face didn’t change much from when he spoke to Hela, so it made her nervous.

Evelyn just opted to stay quiet for now. She’d ask about Hela later once he looked a little less pissed off. She was his girlfriend now, but she still felt his authoritative presence especially when they were on campus.

Well, she was going to stay quiet, until his deep voice resounded inside the room.

“I'm curious about something, Evelyn.”

Uh oh. Why's he using that voice?

"How did that...woman, know that we were involved with each other?"

"Uh...woman? I mean, I thought she said she was your sister…?"

"That isn't the answer to my question."

Inwardly, Evelyn felt whiplashed. Everything was so dandy this morning and last night...so how did things take such a strange turn so quickly?

"Look, when she told me she was your sister, I said your first name on impulse. That's literally it! She assumed stuff based on that one thing…"

Evelyn put the papers on her lap to the side, feeling frustrated, "And…it really isn't that big a deal, right? You said that people outside the school could know. You were fine with Candice knowing, so why not -"

He cut her off before she could finish,

"Darling, let me say this in a way that you can comprehend,"

In...in a way that I can comprehendddd? Did he just call me stupid eloquently?

Evelyn was stunned into silence as Loki spoke, and he moved to stand above her as she sat rigidly on the couch. "Such a simple mistake, regardless of who it was, is monumental. Your words weren't what gave you away, Evelyn. But your body language. You're entirely too expressive for your own good,"

He sighed a disappointed sigh, moving away to pinch the bridge of his nose, "At any rate, I can live with Hela knowing...but for future reference, avoid her. At all costs."

Loki looked at her then, eyes stern, "Do you understand what I'm saying? Or should I elaborate further?"

Evelyn was honestly a bit speechless. She felt extremely put off and mildly hurt… that he spoke to her like she was a child, rather than his lover.

She really hated herself right now. Was she actually about to cry? He would seriously think she was childish, if this was how she was going to react.

Tears wouldn’t do her any favors, especially once he was in this kind of mood anyway.

Why am I so fucking sensitive?!

She sighed shakily, swallowing the knot in her throat as she replied, "Yeah...I got it."

"Good, then."

He moved casually to sit behind his desk, attempting to soften his tone with his next words, "You can work for maybe half an hour, then I'd like to treat you to dinner. Seeing that woman left an unpleasant taste… but spending more time with you should remedy that."

She didn't reply, and only stared at the floor.

"... Evelyn?"

When she glanced up, he saw that her large, hazel eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.

”I’m... I’m going to use the restroom, okay? I’ll be back,”

She got up quickly. And before he could properly react, she promptly went to exit the room.

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imagine-loki · 5 years

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Sleeping Beauty

TITLE: Sleeping Beauty

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One-shot

AUTHOR: breemaggs

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: The core Avengers and Loki falling under a Sleeping Curse. You and the newer Avengers try to come up with ways to wake them up. During the meeting, Peter Parker jokingly suggests that you wake Loki up with a kiss ala Sleeping Beauty style. You blush and stutter that the kiss has to be a two way street so it can’t work because Loki doesn’t like you. Dr Strange admits that Loki asks for you all the time during his visits to the Sanctum. You tell everyone to leave the room so you could have a moment with Loki. After some pondering, you decide to take a chance and kiss Loki. But you sprint out of the room before he wakes up. Will he figure out it was you? Only time will tell...

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Rated M for language. It’s a little different than the imagine, but as often happens to me, the muse does what the muse wants. She can be fickle so I let her run rampant when she’s feeling generous 🤷🏻‍♀️

“No fucking way!” I shot an apologetic glance towards Peter. “Magic like that is ancient and has about a thousand rules that go along with it. Besides, the affection has to be mutual.”

“But it is mutual,” he argued.

My apologetic glance turned into an annoyed glare. “No, it isn’t.”

“Dr. Strange, tell her!”

I slid my eyes over to my colleague and friend. He shifted in his seat.

“He does ask after you quite a bit,” he confessed.

I rolled my eyes; I couldn’t believe he was agreeing with a sixteen year old boy. While there was some truth to the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty, it was far more complicated than a simple kiss. And we had no idea exactly what kind of sleep curse he had been hit with. I wasn’t going to start fucking around with ancient magic before I had weighed all my options.

I rubbed my temples and thought about how this whole mess had even started. It seemed like the beginning of a fairytale, that was for sure. A rogue witch had approached the compound. Loki had been holding down the fort. Rather than invite her in, he’d gone to her. We’d pulled the footage on the security cameras afterwards and watched as he cautiously walked towards her.

Before he could so much as raise an alarm, she’d placed a hand on his chest and the rest was history. He had crumpled at her feet and she’d turned, stared right into the camera, and winked. Fucking cocky bitch. And then she’d vanished into thin air. I’d tried to track her with the residual magic she’d left on Loki, but it was no use. She was out of range wherever she was.

And she’d never registered with the council; I’d checked, toting the security tapes to their New York headquarters along with the last of the magical imprint she’d left; it should have been enough to identify her. But since she wasn’t registered, she was a rogue. Which meant she was a ghost.

It had taken me hours to identify the type of curse. I’d blown up the security images. I’d run extensive scanning and reveal-me spells over Loki’s still form. All I could discern was that it was a curse that was sleep based. Which didn’t tell me much; there were quite literally thousands of such curses. They’d gained popularity in the sixteenth century and been improved upon ever since.

So, quite honestly, Peter could be right. It could be the Sleeping Beauty curse (named after the fairytale, of course). But it was such an old curse. And despite how easy the solution seemed, it was quite difficult to break. There was so much more to it than mutual affection; it had to do with body chemistry, soul mates and soul magic, from what I remembered.

And if that was the answer, what was the motive? Why would you use that particular curse? She could have hit him with anything in that moment, but she’d sent him into a slumber. A frown tugged at my mouth. Something about the whole thing just wasn’t sitting right. Something was off.

I sighed and stood up. I had to do something. Sitting on my hands wasn’t helping me find a solution. And, apparently, bouncing ideas off of this particular group of Avengers was relatively useless.

“Are you going to kiss him?” Peter called after me.

I resisted the urge to flip him off; he was only a teenager. I chose to just ignore him as I walked down the hall to the room where we were keeping Loki. I was using it as my research center. Most of my supplies were in there.

But my eyes strayed away from my work table when I walked in. They were drawn to Loki. He was so still. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that he was dead. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling subtly with every breath.

I sighed sadly and drew my index finger across the softness of his cheek. My heart ached looking at him. I had to find the solution. I just had to.

xoxoxo xoxoxo

It had been two weeks and I was no closer to a solution. I had cried myself to sleep every night for the past week. I had consulted with the council, but they all agreed with my conclusions and could offer no further answers.

I rubbed my tired eyes and attempted to focus on the words in front of me even though I had damn near memorized every word of this particular passage. I dropped my hands and stared down at them. I didn’t know what else to do. I had exhausted every resource that I had at my disposal. I was beginning to get desperate.

I lifted my eyes and looked at Loki. I had placed stasis charms on his body to prevent him from succumbing to starvation, but they weren’t meant to last forever. I would have to find a way to wake him up.

As I stared at him, sleep deprived and depressed, Peter’s words from two weeks ago echoed in my ears. I wanted to dismiss them as easily as I had two weeks ago. But, by my own admission, I was damn near desperate. And really, what could it hurt? Nothing.

Fuck it. I was on my feet and across the room before I could properly process my actions. And, as I was standing in front of him, I felt an overwhelming sense of... rightness. It was almost peaceful. I blamed it on the exhaustion.

Almost as if in a daze, I leaned down and lightly laid my lips on his in the barest semblance of a kiss; just a brush of my lips against his. It only lasted about a half of a second and then I was pulling away from him and fighting the defeated tears that were welling in my eyes.

Nothing happened.

The disappointment surprised me. I hadn’t truly thought it would work, but deep down, I had hoped anyway. I choked back a sob and laid my head down on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“What, exactly, are you sorry for?”

My entire body stilled at the sound of his voice. And then my entire body was in motion. My head flew up. My heart started racing. My hands gripped his shoulders. My eyes locked on his. His eyes that were wonderfully, gloriously, open and responsive.

“Loki?” I whispered, almost afraid that I was dreaming. My hands drifted up to cup his face in wonder.

He looked annoyed and it made me want to laugh. “Yes. Were you expecting someone else?”

At that, I did laugh, throwing my head back in sheer joy. “No, I just... What’s the last thing you remember?”

His hands wrapped around my wrists and for a moment I thought he was going to pull my hands away from his face, but he just held onto them, his thumbs gently circling my skin. He looked thoughtful, his eyes faraway as he contemplated my question. I waited patiently, giving him all the time he needed.

“I don’t...” He didn’t finish his sentence.

“You were cursed,” I quietly informed him. “You’ve been comatose for almost three weeks.”

His thumbs paused on my wrists and his grip tightened. “What happened?”

I fidgeted under his intense scrutiny. “There was a witch... She approached you at the tower and cursed you. We’re still trying to make sense of it.”

He frowned and I pulled my hands away from him with some effort.

“How did you break the curse?”

It was my turn to frown. “It’s, uh, not important right now. You should go see Strange. He’s going to want to check you over. We can talk more after.”

I abruptly turned and walked out the door. I wasn’t ready to face the implications of my actions just yet. I wasn’t ready for the questions about something that I didn’t fully understand myself. I needed answers. Once I had them, I would be ready to answer everyone’s questions; my own included.

I didn’t see anyone in the hallway on my way to my room and I was grateful, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until they were knocking on my door. I cast a simple lock spell and sequestered myself at my desk, yanking the text I had on fairytale magic off of the shelf.

I hadn’t done much research on this curse because I had discounted it as a possibility. Stupid. I flipped through the thick pages until I came to the story of Sleeping Beauty. It was an extended section, detailing each curse and spell used by the evil sorceress in the story. I whisked past all of the protection spells and mage fire until I reached the section on the sleeping curse.

I skimmed the first paragraph describing how it was cast. I wasn’t interested in casting it; I wanted to know how exactly I’d ended up breaking it. Two pages and a lot of useless knowledge later, I was staring at my answer. My heart was hammering in my chest as my eyes drank in the words that would change the rest of my life.

Soul bonded.

I gulped and let my eyes drift back up the page to where it talked about why this particular curse had gained popularity. Apparently, when soul magic was just becoming known, those born to royalty were encouraged to try and find their soul mate. But very few born to royalty had any affinity for magic. So they contracted witches to help them.

Witches... I closed my eyes. Witches weren’t always... They weren’t always all that helpful. They would give you what you asked for, but not always what you wanted. And always for a price. Historically, witches were evil and hanged for their crimes, imagined or real.

At any rate, I had a feeling I knew where this story was headed. Regardless, I read on.

The witches were all too eager to help and they developed a curse that would put the target, often the royal heir, into an ageless sleep that could only be broken by their soul mate. It was extremely vague magic. There were no exceptions; so if the royal’s soul mate had already died, they would spend all eternity in the throes of the curse because the only person who could break it was already dead.

It was more harmful than helpful.

Everything was starting to make sense. Loki had been alive for over one thousand years. What were the odds that his soul mate was still alive? What were the odds that we’d be able to find his soul mate even if she did exist? The rogue had probably taken all of these things into account when she’d cursed him. And the council would be unable to go after her because, technically, she hadn’t killed anyone.

A frown tugged at my lips as I reread the last passage. I’m certain she thought that Loki would slumber forever while we tried to undo the curse. I bit my lip absently, thinking about the absolutely astronomical odds. There was so much that had to align just right. So many factors that had to come together.

And impossibly, they had.

I was Loki’s soul mate. I was the only person in the universe that could have broken the curse. And by acknowledging the magic between us, I had effectively bonded our souls together. That feeling of rightness I’d had? That was the beginning. The magic had already started stirring between us. When I had kissed him, I had bonded our souls together.

But I had no idea what that entailed.

A knock at my door jerked me from my contemplation. I released the locking spell and opened the door with a wave of my hand. Loki was standing in the doorway, his hand poised to knock again. He dropped his hand and propped himself up against the door frame.

“Want to come in?” I asked, fidgeting with the ring on my right index finger.

He didn’t say anything, but walked in and sat on my bed. I swung the door shut with a lazy flick of my fingers and spun my desk chair around to face him. I had some explaining to do if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. I dropped my eyes and swallowed thickly. I had no idea how I was going to tell him what I now knew to be true.

“Are you going to tell me how you broke the curse?”

I frowned, but nodded. “What do you know of soul magic?”

“Not much. It’s witch magic.”

I shook my head and lifted my eyes to his. “Soul magic belongs to no one. It’s ancient magic that works as it pleases. While it can be wielded by witches, it can’t always be controlled by them.”

He nodded and I stood up, too anxious to sit still. I started pacing, trying to plan my next words carefully.

“In the sixteenth century, soul magic gained popularity among royals, but they were mortal and unable to use it. They turned to the witches.”

I took a deep breath and watched as Loki took my words in. “I’m assuming you’re coming to some kind of point?”

I snapped my eyes up to his. “This is complicated magic. I’m trying to make it easier to understand. Do me a solid and shut the fuck up until I’m finished.”

He looked taken aback, but then he started grinning. He gestured for me to continue, taking my words to heart and shutting up. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

“The witches harnessed the soul magic and created a curse that would allow the recipient to find their soul mate.”

I paused because I needed a moment. Loki wasn’t stupid and I could already see the wheels turning in his head. I licked my lips and pressed forward.

“However, the recipient would then fall into a deep slumber. A coma, of sorts. The only way to break the curse was through a kiss from their soul mate. The joining of their lips created a soul bond and lifted the cursed one from their slumber.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “When Peter suggested kissing you, I didn’t take it seriously. The Sleeping Beauty curse is so old... there aren’t a whole lot of people capable of casting such a complex curse anymore. And the odds... Fuck, the odds are ridiculous.”

I stopped talking, letting the implications sink in. I sat back down and wrung my hands together. My eyes were glued to the carpet, unwilling to look at Loki. Logically, I knew that he must care for me as well; the magic wouldn’t allow a soul bond between two people that didn’t have the capability of developing a romantic relationship. It goes back to body chemistry.

And the bond... Fuck, I hadn’t even thought about that, yet. But I could feel it faintly thrumming along with my heartbeat. I took another deep breath and tried to bury the bond so that I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I wasn’t ready to deal with it. Not yet, anyway.

“So,” he started and I heard him stand up, “I’m guessing that we’re now soul bonded.”

I nodded, but continued my studious examination of my floor. He sighed and then his hands were cradling my face. He forced me to look at him.

“Is this result unpleasant for you?” he asked.

I was instantly horrified. Did he...? Did he think that I was the one who didn’t want this? I felt the bond open without my permission as I vigorously shook my head.

“No. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” My voice was desperate. I had to make him understand.

“Then I don’t understand your behavior. Why won’t you look at me?”

I saw the moment that understanding hit him. His eyes widened as my emotions flooded the bond and stunned him. I bit my lip.

“Never doubt my affections for you. Never. The magic may have chosen us, but I chose you a long time ago. I just haven’t been able to convey it before now.”

I could feel the truth of his words hum along the bond, his emotions reassuring me in addition to his words. I licked my lips again and then jumped as I felt a new emotion come through the bond. I couldn’t quite name it and before I could analyze it any further, Loki was kissing me.

I made a startled noise against his lips and he used the opening to slip his tongue into my mouth. My hands, that had been hanging out in my lap, reached up to clutch at his long hair. I felt the magic sizzle around us, intensifying everything. He tugged me out of the chair and pressed me right against him. His hands came to rest on my waist, holding me to him.

The bond was almost a physical thing as it responded to our shared emotions and kiss. The magic reacted to us, crackling through the air as we continued to explore each other’s mouths. I moaned as the electricity ran through my body, heightening the already intense connection.

He slowed the kiss, pulling his tongue back into his own mouth and leaving soft kisses on my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. There was a small smile on his lips and his eyes were hooded. I returned his smile with one of my own. The bond calmed down and cooled off with us.

“I trust we’re on the same page now?” he asked lightly, sweeping a hand through my hair.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he whispered.

And then he leaned down and kissed me again. I was sure there were going to be plenty of questions in the next few days, but right now, none of it mattered. Right now, it was just me and Loki.

Right now, that was all I needed.

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grandthorkiday · 5 years

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Mob AU! “Playthings” Part 10

[Link to mob!au anon’s “Playthings" fic tag]

[Start at Part 1]*

(*Note: Link is editable for other parts, just change the number. For mobile users, tag is “playthings part1”)

Since Loki had began giving evidence, he had become anxious. Well, more anxious than usual. And being moved hadn’t helped. He had thrown a fit when they had placed him in the car, demanding to stay. He had sobbed in the back until they reached Val’s small house in the suburbs.

“It’s only temporary,” Val explained to him. She had had to repeat this once again to her wife, Carol.

“He looks terrified!” the blonde woman hissed as they looked out the window to the back garden where Loki was idly milling around, smoking a cigarette. “You really think you guys are going to get him to testify?”

“He’s stronger than he looks.”

That wasn’t just words; Loki had witnessed and been a part of several of the Grandmaster’s schemes and still understood right from wrong and had survived. Even Strange admitted for all the two steps forward one step back of therapy, things could have been a hell of a lot worse.

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The young man found a week of peace at Val’s home. Stark didn’t call asking him to give more evidence and Strange and his tape recorder only came to talk about his current mood, now that he had finally agreed to proper therapy. Carol and the twins absolutely found him a delight, telling Val at every turn how he was witty and charming. He even helped clean out the garage during his stay.

Val wished her week had been just as easy. While Loki staying in her home would be fine for a week, any longer would put her and her family at risk. Most of the usual department safehouses were in the city, which presented the opportunity for either discovery or worse. Tony and Strange had dangled the idea of putting him in Bellevue, but that had been turned down flatly. They could not be sure if anyone from an orderly to a member of the board was on Gast’s take. Hela had offered to take him to her townhouse in Albany, but when she confessed she was leaving for DC for three to four weeks, that was rejected. There was only one other possibility.

“No.”

Odin was a brilliant attorney. He had been a brilliant soldier. He was a generous philanthropist. His name was constantly being bandied about when it came time to select a new attorney general or DOJ director. His office was a showcase of awards, metals, and photos of him with his famous clients. Behind his desk was a large oil painting of himself and his late wife, dressed splendidly in their best eveningwear. But it didn’t escape either Val or Bruce’s notice he didn’t have a single picture of his daughter and sons.

“No,” the older man repeated from behind his desk. “I will not take some jumped up thug into my home.”

“He’s your son!” Bruce said incredulously.

“He’s the son of a friend. I wanted to hand him over to his other family but his birth mother and my wife convinced me to take him in. And look how that turned out.”

Val shook her head. “Sir, I don’t for one second believe that.”

“Believe what you want. I’m not having him in my house.”

“So what?! If he can’t find a place you understand he’s as good as dead, right? Fifty-fifty chance Gast just kills him. Either that or gets another ten years of torture, rape, and trauma!”

To his credit, Odin could not stare at either as he shrugged.

“Regardless whether or not if he’s your blood, this is your son! Your other son is still in danger and Loki is killing himself trying to help him, in anyway he can!”

“My ACTUAL son was kidnapped with the help of that addict. I don’t see why I should lift a finger to help him.”

Bruce shook leaned over the massive desk, his voice tight. “You think what now?”

“Loki was on and off drugs since he was sixteen. Marijuana mostly, but we did find him with that Sakaar stuff,” Odin shrugged as though it was obvious. “It was the belief of several of my private investigators that he ran up a debt and helped kidnap my son to make up for it.”

“Did your private investigators talk to Fandral? Anyone in that bar that night?!”

The old man did not meet his eye.

“Did your private investigators ever get to talk to Loki in person?”

No reply.

“For the last few weeks, we’ve gotten a front row seat to all the god damn misery your SONS have been through. From being forced to have sex at gunpoint to beaten within an inch of their lives. Having to make the decision whether or not to compromise their morals for a day of peace was worth helping a madman. Your daughter has been doing her damndest to help, but she can only do so much! Maybe you should actually step up and help too! Or do you actually not give a damn?!”

“What did Frigga think of what your PIs found?”

Odin seemed to bristle at the mention of his late wife before softening. His voice was soft and filled with sadness as he spoke. “She never believed them. She would never leave me, but she may have well done after that after the last report I received. Never quite forgave me. She always hoped they would return. That they would turn up on our doorstep, safe and whole. Even at the end….,” he wiped a tear from his remaining eye.

“Your sons,” Val pressed gently, “wanted so much to see her at the hospital before she passed. Loki says they fought like hell for that right. Think about that; being denied saying goodbye. It’s all they wanted. Imagine finding out on the evening news that she died. They were a few blocks away and they couldn’t do anything. They wanted to be there for her. They wanted to be there for Hela. For you.”

The old man’s face was red, but not from anger. He wiped his face and loudly sniffed. “W-where is he?”

“He’s staying at my home. I can bring him here tomorr-”

“Today. I want him here today,” Odin said gruffly regaining composure. “And this Strange-”

“Dr. Strange,” Bruce corrected, still excited at their achievement.

“Yes, him. I want him to come along. I want him to recommend a nurse or psychologist to live on site. One that can stay through the trial.”

“Of course!”

“And a security guard.”

“I think you’ll need an entire team, to be honest.”

“One should suffice.”

~2017~

“And we implore you, Oh Most High God, to take your servant Frigga into your Kingdom. So she may enjoy the Resurrection on that wonderful day-”

Loki gripped Thor’s hand and looked at the large picture of Frigga. She was beautifully smiling at them, the photo taken at one of her numerous charity events. There had been a collage back at the church of more personal family photos. He had nearly collapsed seeing the last picture he and Thor had taken with her on her birthday before they were kidnapped. Her bright silly face as she let them blow out her candles. He could still remember her taking a finger and swiping some frosting on Thor’s nose affectionately.

He squeezed his brother’s hand harder.

There was a slight buzzing from the older brother’s pocket and they both grimaced. Even here, at the burial of their Mother, they couldn’t get away.

Thor fished the phone out of his pocket. There was a small mercy they had not been able to sit near Hela, her family, and Odin. They probably would never live down the stares of disappointment.

‘Master <3: How much longer? Miss u 2’

He showed the message to Loki who turned back to the burial ceremony. “Just a little longer. Please?”

Thor nodded and quickly typed out, ‘Maybe hour. Reallllllllly long family stuff’.

The casket was finally being lowered, the priest intoning one final blessing. Hela’s daughter threw a rose onto the deep mahogany box before being pulled back. A woman from one of the theater groups Frigga had funded began to sing. A few people moved forward to sprinkle dirt onto casket.

The phone vibrated again.

‘Master <3: u boys better not b staying for the reception. We got food @ home!’

'Master <3: come back. Need my boys’

“Loki,” Thor nudged him gently. “One more text and we can be in trouble.”

“I want to say goodbye!” He was whining, and a few people in front of them looked around.

'Loki wants 2 stay. Please?’

The response was quick.

“What did he say?”

“He says we can stay as long as we want if we agree to spend a few nights with him in his room. For comfort.”

Loki wiped his face with the back of his hand. Their bodies were a small price to pay to stay a little longer. Thor wholeheartedly agreed.

#GrandthorkiB #cw noncon implied #cw mental illness #cw drugs #cw rl drugs #submission #playthings #playthings part10

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bloodiedskirtts · 6 years

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Little Love Affair | Chapter Two: It’s Better To Forget Me

Summary: After leaving Paris, Y/N bumps into a handsome man with just what she needs to get to her dream destination

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Fluff and smut

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‘No, no, no, no,’ she shouted as she ran down the jetty to the edge of the water. Her suitcase in hand, her legs carrying her as fast as they would go. She was waving her arms and jumping when she reached the edge, but it was too late - the ferry had left. All her planning, all her dreams of reaching the island had been quashed. The next ferry wasn’t for another week!

What was she supposed to do for a week? She let out a defeated groan, before letting her slump to the ground. She put her head in her hands, of course she missed the ferry! It was just so typical.

She had spent a week roaming around Athens and then taken a train all the way to the coast, just to miss her ferry. That she had specifically planned her whole trip around. She huffed out, she shouldn’t have stopped to try those oysters. They weren’t even nice!

And now she was stranded!

‘Well I’ll be damned!’

She recognised that voice, shit! Her head whipped up to see the smirking face of Samuel Wilson. She tried to contain her eye roll. Sam’s parents were rolling in money, his dad was some big shot movie producer and his mother was an actress. They ran in the same circles as Y/N’s mother, so she bumped into Sam more often than she would like. Although she had managed to stay out of the playboy’s way for a few years.

Sam was a handful of years older than her, but it didn’t stop him from being a shameless flirt. He was known for his Casanova ways back in LA - he spent half of the year in the south of France or Italy on a yacht. She hadn’t expected to see him off the coast of Greece, but it looked like she couldn’t catch a break today.

‘Samuel Wilson, I can’t say it’s a pleasure,’ she hissed, looking up at him as he stood over her.

‘Oh, you’re still denouncing the life of the one per cent?’ he said, lowering his sunglasses to take in her outfit over the frames. She was wearing cut off jean shorts and a loose fitting white shirt, that was so worn it was basically sheer. She rolled her eyes at his comment.

‘Yes, well some of us don’t want to live off mummy and daddy’s money forever,’ she replied.

Now it was his turn to scoff at her, ‘Ah, yes, because you’ve paid for your world trip out of your own pocket.’

She opened and closed her mouth at this. Shit. He was right, there was no way she could have made it to Greece if her mother wasn’t rich and famous.

‘How do you know that I’m travelling around the world?’ she asked instead.

‘Hollywood isn’t as big as you’d like to think,’ he replied with a shrug. ‘So, princess, what are you doing crying your eyes out on the pier?’

She narrowed her eyes, Sam was handsome, she wasn’t going to deny it. But he was insufferable - end of discussion. Even though she had drunkenly admitted that if she had to, like gun to her head, last man on earth, she may consider having sex with him. Maybe!!!

‘And why would I tell you, Samuel?’

‘First off, princess, it’s Sam, Samuel is my father,’ he winked at her and she scoffed. ‘Secondly, it seems as though you need to get somewhere. And, you, my dear, are in luck.’

‘Sam, what are you talking about?’ she groaned out, shaking her head.

He stepped back, making a swooping gesture with his hands at a boat moored in the marina. She was laughing, holding her belly, almost rolling on the ground laughing. She had tears streaming down her face by the time she composed herself, and looked at the very grumpy looking Sam.

‘You expect me to get in a boat with you? The biggest Lothario in the whole of the northern hemisphere?’ she gasped out.

He smirked at her, ‘Don’t think you’ll be able to resist my charms, princess?’

‘Oh I can resist all of you, Sam. I just don’t want to spend any time with you in a confined space!’ she snapped back.

‘You just don’t trust yourself around me,’ he teased.

‘No I just don’t trust you!’ she retorted.

‘You wound me, princess. But if you want to wait on the dock for seven days and seven nights, all alone, then so be it!’ he said with a shrug.

She was certainly stuck between a rock and a hard place, but she stood up, placing her hat on her head, sticking her chin out and gathering her bags.

‘Okay, Samuel, let’s do this. No funny business!’ she said with pure determination covering his face.

‘I would never try anything with the ice queen herself, don’t you fret!’ he teased as he began to walk back up the pier. ‘I have dozens of gorgeous models waiting for me back in Cannes anyway.’

She rolled her eyes again as she followed him.

‘So why are in you Greece?’ she asked.

He turned to look at her, throwing her a cocky smile as he did, ‘There’s a sailing competition here every year. I’ve been coming since I was a kid and I think I could win this year.’

She nodded, trying to hide her own smile as Sam began to passionately talk about his love for sailing. She knew that he had competed in races his entire life, there had even been talk about him going to the Olympics at one point. That never panned out, and she was left wondering why. He was a strong sailor, she had seen him at several races growing up in LA. But somethings just weren’t meant to be. But as he spoke about his passion for sailing, a tiny part of her hoped that he would win the race.

And as he helped her onto his boat, she couldn’t help but think maybe Sam Wilson wasn’t as bad as she thought he was. He was definitely much more interesting when he wasn’t trying to get a girl into bed. And she didn’t mind helping him get the boat moving, she liked how serious he was about it. It was a side of Sam she had never seen before. He was always the one goofing off or making a joke of things. But seeing him take control of a situation and actually care, truly care about something...well...She shook off the thought as he finally set the boat on route. Sam Wilson was still despicable.

She was giggling as he refilled her wine glass - making it across to the island had been longer than she had thought. It was dark by the time they arrived, Sam had offered to let her sleep on the boat because they was no way she could find somewhere to sleep now. She had reluctantly agreed - but now after almost a full bottle of wine she was feeling a lot better about the situation.

‘Okay, okay, let me get this straight,’ he gasped out, tears forming in his eyes again. ‘The first time you gave a guy a blowjob, you didn’t realise you had to move your head?’

She nodded, tears rolled down her cheeks as she laughed at the memory.

‘So, what, you just sat there with a dick in your mouth?’ he asked.

‘Basically, yes,’ she replied before laughter over took them both. Being with Sam was a lot easier than she had thought it was going to be. Reminiscing about school days was something she hadn’t expected, he had been a senior when she was a freshman so they never really spoke in school. But they knew each other regardless. Their private school wasn’t that big.

‘Okay so who was it?’ he asked a few moments later.

‘Oh, no! Nope I am not telling you that,’ she replied with a smirk.

‘I’m not going to give up til you tell me. And I obviously know him,’ he said, leaning back in his chair. ‘Okay. Thor?’

She shook her head.

‘He’s not really your speed is he? Loki? Loki is definitely more your type.’

‘No!’

‘Okay...Pietro Maximoff?’

She shook her head, continuously as he listed boy after boy from their school.

‘I’m running out of people. Rhodey? Bruce? Tony? Bro- TONY!’

‘I didn’t say that!’ she gasped, eyes wide.

He laughed, ‘Oh my God. You tell me that I’m a playboy and yet, Tony fucking Stark is all good?’

‘I was young and naive!’ she responded.

‘Okay, Tony had to be at least a sophomore in college when that party happened!’

She nodded slowly, sipping her wine.

‘Oh my God, you little player,’ he teased.

She kicked him under the table, ‘Anyway, my blowjob skills have improved immensely since I was sixteen!’

This caused Sam to smirk, ‘Care to put that to the test.’

She didn’t know how it happened but her lips were suddenly on his, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. Clothes were being torn off, until she was in nothing but her bikini top and panties, while Sam hovered above her in his tight fitting boxers. She bit her lip as she noticed the growing bulge covered in the designer underwear. She had heard stories about Sam’s infamous...well...She had thought, no she had vowed, to never see it in the flesh. But as she crawled up the bed to him, her mouth was actually watering.

She pulled down his boxers and without hesitation took him in her mouth. She knew there was no hope in hell that she would fit him all in, so as she began to bob her head painfully slowly, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Her tongue was swirling as she moved over his cock, dragging along the underside of his thick length. She was soaking wet, her hips grinding of their own accord, trying to get some friction as she traced patterns over the veins of his cock. She pulled almost completely off, her hand following her mouth to keep pulling him off as her tongue kitten licked his tip which was leaking pre-cum. He was groaning loudly, causing the wetness between her legs to grow. She reached down into her panties to tease her clit as she continued her blowjob. She moaned softly at the release of tension as she grinded against her hand.

‘Fuck,’ he hissed pushing her away, back onto the bed. His brown eyes were filled with lust and her panties and bikini top were flung across the room before she could think about it. He rubbed his cock over her soaking folds, she was aching for him, aching to feel him inside her. She didn’t care that she was just another name on Sam’s lists of conquests. She honestly in that moment couldn’t have cared less.

A loud, ‘yes’ slipped from her mouth as he pushed inside her, and she didn’t miss the smirk that covered his face. As he began to fuck her mercilessly into the mattress she knew what all the fuss was about. Sam really had a magic fucking cock! She was seeing sparks like she never had before, he was kissing her neck, kneading her tits, hitting every single button she needed to reach her orgasm. He knew exactly what she needed and how to give it to her. And as he pounded into her, her hips rose to meet him, her release coming closer and closer until she screamed out his name as she was overcome with pleasure. Her legs tighten around his waist and her pussy clenching his cock and the way her voice broke with pleasure was enough to send Sam over the edge just moments after her. He collapsed on top of her as his cock twitched and they both came down from their highs.

They lay there for a few moments before, Sam rolled off her onto his back. They slowly caught their breath, before sleep quickly overtook both of them. She was tired from travelling and had probably more wine than was sensible, so sleep came quickly to her. And Sam was snoring loudly just a few minutes later.

The next morning they said their goodbyes, a smirk on Sam’s face as she waved him off. He had told her that he would be back on the island by the end of the mouth after the race. She laughed at him, telling him that once was enough. But she did admit that she would miss him. That night with Sam may not have been anything more than a fling, but she saw him in a completely different light now. He was sailing away and she turned on her heels, suitcase in hand, head full of dreams and as she took in the island she knew this is where she was meant to be.

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ninjakitty15 · 3 years

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Chapter 14 :Witch, Please (Loki x OFC Pairing)

We didn't actually arrive at the Hotel, but by the piers where you can tour the old pirate ship near several restaurants and another hotel entirely overlooking the ocean. Loki stood in front of me, looking down worriedly at me the entire time.

"None of it's my own," I assured him, getting the feeling he was looking for injuries.

"You can't blame me for wanting to be sure, I don't think I've really seen you fighting without an army of your own to even the odds."

"I didn't survive as long as I have only to be outed by a bunch of power hungry humans. I'm ok, really, just really sticky and in need of a nap. Are you ok though? You had worse luck than I did back there."

"Not the first time I've been electrocuted unfortunately, not that it's something I can really get used to but I'll manage just fine, never you worry."

I snorted at the last bit. "You know, for someone that's been around since the dawn of man and takes after his mother, you should know it's not wise telling another woman not to worry, we'll do just the opposite anyway."

"You never seem worried though."

I shrugged. "I try not to but I'm still a woman with a soul at the end of the day."

"You're so much more than that," he murmured.

"You are ok though, right?" I asked again. "It wasn't just electric shocks they used on you."

"Extreme heat, yes, I know. I probably won't be at my best for a bit, but like I said I'll manage. Thank you though."

I smiled lazily. "You protected me when you could when we weren't even that close, it's the least I could do seeing as you wouldn't even be there if it wasn't for me."

"How did they catch you last time if you could so easily break out this time?"

"In the middle of a plane ride surrounded by innocent people. If I'm not on the ground, I can't raise the dead as they aren't airborne...things. They highjacked the plane with their own jets, took me off the one I was on and into theirs and before I could even try to escape, they bound me in more or less what you saw me in when you broke me out. Maybe next time I want to get out of the country, I'll go by cruise ship, lots more dead in the sea."

"You could also just ask me to take you," he suggested smoothly.

I grinned at this. "Mischief has many uses. I'd kiss you but I doubt you'd be turned on by this much blood, you don't strike me as a horror fan."

"There's people that are fans of gore?"

"Sweety, there's people who are fans of everything and anything, we live in a sick, twisted world of which there is no cure for."

"Except there is in fact a bunch of people called The Cure," a familiar voice interrupted.

We both turned to see Zari standing there, hands on hips, and giving us an unamused look.

"What took you so long?"

"Alicia turned sides, I had to give her my vote, George also. I don't know who else but there's gotta be a bigger player than those pawns."

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Does it matter, you're still the biggest player of the board."

"That makes it my job to wipe it clean and correct it. Only problem they sided with people that pop up all over out of nowhere, I mean they literally came out of trees catching me the second time, the first time was out of air."

"Then if they want you two again, they gotta come to your turf, our turf even where they can't and won't catch you off guard, where everyone still on our side will see them coming and be ready. Isn't that why you're here?"

"No? I came here because I just wanted to be somewhere familiar and empowering to me, regardless of where I just came from, I missed home."

"Aw hun," she pulled me into a sticky hug then pulled away and peeled me off her. "Let's get you both cleaned up and away from the public for a bit, come, there's plenty of room in my home for two demi gods to crash."

Her cottage was just as I remembered, smelling of herbs and spices both locally and Lousiana grown, charms all over the place for protection and blessing, she was a basic witch after all, although an extremely powerful one as a voodoo priestess. She also provided me with new clothes once I was completely clean of blood and guts, offering to get Loki some clothes as well though he just did his magically changing thing but rather than just changing clothes, not wanting to be tracked facially by Tony, he turned into a slightly different person altogether. Instead of pale smooth skin, he had slightly tanned skin with some stubble by the jaw, he actually looked more human and less perfect like a god but still damned attractive even as the long black locks became short brown curls and green eyes turned to soft blue. Of course with the human face came the less sharp attire, jeans and a button up polo type shirt.

"I know you said you don't like facial hair but-" he began as I studied his disguise.

I reached up and stroked one side of his face, feeling the prickles he concocted. "Not bad, it's really just long gross beards I can't stand, stubble ain't a problem."

"What do you think?"

"It's...different. I think while you'll stay off Tony's radar, you'll be on every straight female's radar that sets eyes on you, as a god there was an air of perfection and being untouchable so no one else made a move out of fear, as a human however you're now considered fair game."

"Worried I might be snatched up by a mere mortal?" he teased.

"I'd say over my cold dead body but um that's actually already done so maybe a little?"

"Rest assured, you still have me in every form I come in."

"Interesting choice of words," I mused. "Can you come in that form too?"

He arched an eyebrow at me. "Just how many forms do you want?"

"Listen, buddy, I only ever knew of the two you told me about and now you're in yet another form just as attractive as the others, you can't blame me for being curious here when you chose that one yourself."

"I still hate your logic."

"And still love me so once more it all works out."

"Should we still call you Loki even though you're in disguise?" asked Zari, coming into the living room we were in with a tray of food and hot apple cidar.

"Kinda blows the cover there when there's ears and eyes and social media everywhere these days," I muttered.

"What's a good normal name here that doesn't sound too extravagant or outlandish?" Loki asked.

"Bob but you don't look like a Bob in any form or shape," Zari noted.

"John, Steve, Sam, Paul," I listed off.

"What about Tom?" suggested Zari. "Like Tom Felton or Tom Riddle?"

"I'm sensing you still see him as a villain since you chose the name of one and the actor's name of another in the same series," I pointed out.

"I'm just saying, its a good name, also Malfoy wasn't a villain, just fell into the wrong crowd."

I scoffed. "He was born into it since his family were Death Eaters."

"No one's born evil," Zari argued.

"Demon babies are."

"And just how many of those have you actually seen to know that?" she challenged.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I countered.

She glared at me for a long moment before the facade crumbled and she engulfed me in another hug. "It's good to have you back and just before things get really busy too. You can help me decorate the place and help me set up shop before the real crowds come in."

I grinned. "I can't believe I missed five years of that holiday, if my heart still worked it would be breaking all over again." I chugged the mug of hot cider happily, thank gods I still could taste after death or I'd probably try to go right back to the grave.

"I think I still have the costume you were planning on wearing for it before you disappeared too," mused Zari.

"You are the bestest best friend I've ever had, do you know that?" I asked her.

"I could stand to hear that more," she teased. "I really did miss you but I also knew you couldn't be gone for good, if I knew what happened or where to look even..."

"I didn't even know where I was when they highjacked the plane, was in the middle of a short lived nap when it happened and then suddenly I was in a fucking glass cell."

"And you still don't know who spilled?" she asked. "I didn't even know and we tell each other everything."

"It was a last minute change and you know how flying stresses me out, I didn't even think to tell you the change, I just wanted to go home."

"It had to be someone that saw you between England and the airport though right?"

"Seems only logical," I agreed while snuggling against Loki/Tom on the couch. "We'll come back to this, I think us demi gods could use a nap or something of that ilk at the moment."

"Is it that exhausting being dead?" she teased.

I grinned wickedly at her. "Care to find out?"

"Not today, bitch. I'll let you two recover, I'll be at my shop if you need me, lock up if you leave please." With that, she left us alone in the living room curled up on the couch and enjoying the much needed peace in each others unconfined company.

"I like her," Loki spoke up.

"I'd say she has her charms but that tends to come with being a witch."

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Are angels's powers not working in the AU? Is that why Castiel couldn't resurrect Sam or even smite the nest? I'm wracking my brain trying to remember if that's ever been mentioned but I don't remember it being mentioned ever.

I think this answer depends on a few factors.

Gabriel does not have enough angel grace to smite or resurrect. Having him admit so reinforces the dangerous stakes the group were up against in 13x21.

Angels in Apocalypse World (AW) are another story. They wear bulletproof vests and use weapons. However, in 13x18, right before Dean and Ketch found out about AW!Charlie, they witnessed the angels smiting others in a twisted form of justice in the name of AW!Michael. The AW angels could also fly in 13x18. Here is a link to the clip: [ https://youtu.be/x6tMM-w0ylw?t=34s ]. It should start at 0:34 seconds (if not, start at 0:34).

Therefore, no. Angels in AW have full power there. It is implied AW angels can be a little extra when it comes to killing humanity though; for example, in the same episode, they wanted to chop AW!Charlie’s head off while she was tied to a post. Couldn’t they just smite her quickly like the other people, as seen in the clip above? They wanted to make an example out of her.

More findings, musings, and some rambling below the break; TL;DR towards the end.

The answer to your second question is trickier because we don’t know why Castiel couldn’t resurrect Sam or smite the nest. Not the Watsonian reason anyway. In 13x06, Castiel faced the same problem with resurrection. Castiel couldn’t heal or resurrect the security guard after Jack accidentally killed the man. The why has not been revealed yet, but it most likely ties into why he couldn’t resurrect Sam in 13x21.

As far as smiting is concerned … plot device? Evidence of Castiel smiting in season thirteen is found in 13x12. When Castiel and Lucifer were fighting off the demons back in the asylum/topside hell. Smiting happened; I think I even called that out when that episode aired (”Cas could smite but he couldn’t heal???”). Here’s a clip of that scene: [ https://youtu.be/kY4xKKA-imk?t=48s ]. Smiting should start a little after 0:48 seconds (if not, start at 0:48 and go from there).

So, Castiel can smite, but he did not smite in 13x21. Unless I missed something. Lack of smiting in 13x21 has nothing to do with the laws of AW because the angels there could smite too. So it had to have been plot convenience.

For Sam to die and be resurrected by Lucifer, to raise the stakes and shift Lucifer onto the playing field the way 13x21 happened, the plot needed to inconvenience two possible, powerful, go-to solutions (Gabriel and Castiel). Gabriel with his low grace; Castiel with the ‘I can’t resurrect’ mystery. Bonus: Plot had Castiel conveniently forget that all he had to do was smite his way through, or at least level the playing field.

Add Floyd(?) and Maggie into the plot. Along with watching Castiel, Gabriel, and Sam, Dean had to also make sure Floyd and Maggie were okay (and vice versa: along with watching Castiel, Gabriel, and Dean, Sam had to make sure Floyd and Maggie were okay). Sam and Dean had each other’s backs, but similar to Red Meat, Floyd and Maggie’s safety–Maggie’s since Floyd died too–was a priority just as much as it was getting to Dayton to find Mary and Jack. Watching the brothers over the years, I thought for a moment Dean would go after Sam and leave Floyd and Maggie, well Maggie, to Castiel and Gabriel. However, I also could believe one of the brothers would focus on getting the civilians out safely first and then do what they can to save the other brother (based on what I saw in Red Meat).*

I agree with how odd that scene was. Castiel and Dean were on the other side of the room, so if Castiel wanted to smite the horde of vampires that ambushed Sam, Maggie, and Floyd, it would have taken him a minute or two to reach them. I do not agree that the group did not have time. Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Gabriel left their world with the thought Lucifer was draining grace into the bowl near the rift while Rowena kept watch. To them, at that moment, they had plenty of time–at least longer than a day anyway. If a time lapse between the gruesome scene in the tunnel and the walk towards the camp in Dayton was nonexistent, Sam died near the camp. A counter-thought: it is possible a time lapse did happen, and I missed it. Another counter-thought: although the group had more than a day’s time through the rift, they did not know how long they had before it closed.**

I can also see, in a way, how Castiel and Dean did not go after Sam. The vampires tore out Sam’s artery. By the time they reached him, if they ran after him and fought off the horde, he would have been dead. He was gone, regardless (and I hate typing that, I really do). What I did not find believable was how quickly Castiel wrote Sam off as a lost cause. Dean could have been in shock, although, I did read a lot of viewer reactions calling Dean’s behavior out of character, so ymmv. But ‘Nothing is worth losing you,’ Castiel confirming Sam’s death quickly instead of doing what he could to stop the horde from dragging Sam away? Wow. Smiting the closer vampires so Dean could have a chance to retrieve Sam’s body and get the heck out of there could have been more believable, but rationally Sam had to die for the events in 13x21, 13x22, and 13x23 to play out, *sighs*, the way they were written (see third asterisked note). Out of character behavior for the plot to move forward.

I have not found evidence, reliable evidence, Castiel healed anyone this season. He could smite and he could scramble a mind enough for a person to become brain dead (Donatello). But he can’t resurrect or heal–at least to my knowledge. If you know a point in season thirteen where Castiel did heal at one point this season, I would love to change this paragraph with an edit or author’s note. Along with Gabriel’s low grace levels, Castiel not being able to heal anyone amplifies the risks Sam and Dean were going through to reunite with Mary and Jack.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ETA: Someone pointed out Castiel did attempt to heal Gabriel, but he did say angels don’t heal archangels. So, it is implied Castiel can heal, but he did not heal Sam in 13x21. If he had a chance to, he probably would have; I wrote above about Sam bleeding out before Castiel or Dean could get to him. Now that I think about it, Castiel can still heal. Scoobynatural. He healed Shaggy’s arm. *facepalms* I was really in the zone, wasn’t I?

I did not check the notes yet, other than reading a DM, so if you have pointed out examples of Castiel healing, thank you. I will not add them here, but I will direct anyone who wants specifics to read the comments in the notes.

[[Ramble: I would have been happier if the vampire horde scene went down like this: Dean and Castiel are moving boulders aside to get through the tunnel. Sam, Maggie, Gabriel, and Floyd are near Dean and Castiel, keeping a wary eye on the opposite side of the area. They hear growls and other sounds, but they do not investigate; they know what it is, know what is coming. They prepare for the onslaught from there.

Or:

Gabriel and Castiel are moving boulders aside to get through the tunnel. Sam and Dean are near Maggie and Floyd, but the group stay together. They prepare for the onslaught from there.

Or:

Castiel and Sam stay near Maggie and Floyd. Dean and Gabriel are moving boulders aside to get through the tunnel. Castiel (or Gabriel), with fine tuned angel hearing, hear the horde approach. Sam and Castiel move Maggie and Floyd closer to Dean and Gabriel. Prepared to smite and dismember, Sam and Castiel wait for the onslaught from there. The group is still together on the other side near the boulders. ALTERNATIVE: Floyd offers to help Castiel and Dean pulls back to check in on Sam, Gabriel, and Maggie. Dean hears noises and suggests the group pull back a little. The rest of the group move closer to the side with the boulders. They prepare for the onslaught from there.

I don’t know, something, anything, but what I saw on Thursday. I know it had to go down like that for the events in 13x22 to align with 13x21; for the transition between 13x21 and 13x22 to make sense***. Sam was the leverage needed for Lucifer to bond with Jack (or so Lucifer thinks). Sam’s death had to be that push over the edge for Dean to do that reckless move everyone is speculating he will do in the season finale (that is if Dean is the one to make that move). It may also add more wariness towards Castiel’s reliability (if, based on the events in the tunnel, it is weird enough for Dean, Sam, and others in the group to be more wary towards him). That last thought might not even come into play; looks like the group are going to have their hands full in 13x22 as it is.]]

TL;DR: anon, the answers to your questions: No, fully functional angels are in the Apocalypse World. No, but the reason may lie outside of 13x21. Castiel can smite but did not do so in 13x21; Castiel cannot fly, resurrect or, as far as I know, heal. ETA: Castiel can heal but did not do so in 13x21. Castiel can mind scramble, he still has his celestial knowledge, and it is possible he still has angel strength. None of the other angels from SPN world, the world we have known for thirteen seasons, sensed anything amiss with Castiel yet, but Sam and Dean (mainly Dean) have grown suspicious of Castiel. Not enough to act based on their suspicions, keep him at arm’s length, or turn away his help.

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* Then again, we have 13x05 (suicide to free souls), 13x09 (held Kaia at gunpoint), and 13x20 (face off with Loki), in season examples of how far Dean would go to do what is necessary. 13x05 and 13x20 also show a glimpse to how Dean does not care about his life in comparison to saving others or protecting Sam. So a part of me was expecting Dean to go after Sam despite Castiel saying it was too late.

** No one, Sam, Dean, Gabriel, Castiel, or Rowena, knew how long they had in AW. So maybe they did not have time. But how would Castiel know? As far as I am concerned, he did not. He should not have known if there are implications he did know they did not have time. Because if he did, why did Gabriel not know? Gabriel was low on grace but he was still an archangel.

The alternative trek through the mountains to get to Dayton would have been a gamble if Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Gabriel did not know how much time they had. Would have been nice though. I mean, Sam would have been alive throughout the entire episode and he would not have to face Lucifer, his abuser and torture for hundreds (maybe thousands) of years, alone. But if the events played out in the Men of Letters Bunker the same way, Lucifer would have been to the camp before Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Castiel. That would have been a nasty pickle to deal with.

*** (*shudders* BuckLeming wrote 13x22. Dabb wrote 13x23. What I mean by ‘wrote’ is being at the helm of the episode; I know other writers, crew, and the powers that be (tptb) contributed and pitched in. As it stands, and the evident pile of more hits than misses, I still shudder at what’s to come. The only comfort I have is Jared hinting at something worth seeing in the season finale. So, there is that.)

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Dark Paradise

Loki/OFC Rated M (for Violence and NSFW) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Three days had gone by since their interaction with the sand worm. Where they had moved up the mountain the nights had grown even colder and Loki found himself having to secretly warm Octavia with magic every night despite their lovemaking, or she would have surely perished. Though, Loki never did mention the sex wasn't needed. He hadn't realized before how lonely he'd been and even though they had gotten off to a rough start, he couldn't help but find himself tolerating her at an almost uncomfortable level. Maybe it was due to the fact that the past three days had been absolute hell and they had barely accomplished anything besides running, and then there was the fact that any moment could be their last. Running. Loki hated to run, but in order to keep her alive, it had been necessary. He was still excellent in combat, but he wasn't very confident in his skills regarding his seidr. He could still do simple magic, but anything he would need for an intense battle or to save Octavia's life, he couldn't do. He wouldn't be able to heal her if she were to acquire any grave injuries.

The magic required, just wasn't there.

And he hated it. ______________________________________________________________

They'd been in Muspelheim for two weeks now. Loki was starting to doubt he'd ever find the way out and he'd noticed Octavia had pretty much given up on the idea as well. Though, every day they would still walk until Loki decided it was time to find a safe place. They hadn't truly given up on finding their way out, as hopeless as it seemed.

At least, not yet.

They had also realized something else; they had nothing but each other now. They were each other's lifeline, keeping the other from the brink of madness. It all seemed so hopeless. Their nights together was the only thing keeping them going, yet, neither of them realized it; it made surviving tolerable, almost even worth it. They'd even stopped fighting.

Well, mostly.

Despite Loki being known as the god of lies, Octavia had managed to come to trust Loki, even in such a short amount of time. She couldn't count how many times he had saved her life, or how many times he'd almost been killed in the process. If Loki had disliked her as much as he had claimed in the beginning, she knew that wasn't the case now. At least that's how it seemed anyway.

Octavia had tried so hard to keep in mind the sex was only for her survival. She had tried so hard not to let her emotions get in the way, but it was hard not to fall for someone you had to sleep with every night, and with Loki it was always so intense. She had never met anyone with such raw intensity before. Loki was truly one of a kind. He also needed to have control of everything. Whether they were having sex or just making their way through the wastelands, he had to have control, or he just couldn't handle it. Even though it should have made her feel uneasy, it didn't. At least, not anymore. His control issues made her wonder if there was an underlying cause, but she never dared to ask him about it. Octavia had learned to let Loki do what he needed to do, or deal with his anger.

In a strange way, she'd even come to understand him more, at least, as much as you could understand Loki. He had built a wall a long time ago and there was no getting past that wall. Loki guarded himself more than what was probably considered healthy. What happened to him? Who made him this way? Had it been Odin and what he'd done to Loki, or had there been something else; something worse?

Regardless, Octavia had fallen for him and it scared the life out of her. Even if he cared for her in some weird way, there was no way he could actually ever really love her. She didn't know anything about him other than what Jane had told her and what she'd experienced with him while being here, but he didn't seem like the 'I love you, one man woman', type. It upset her more often than not, but she would never let it show. Octavia swore she'd never allow herself to be that vulnerable to Loki. She'd rather feel the heartache of wanting to be with Loki and not having him, rather than being rejected by him.

It was going on the third week, when they stumbled upon a path that lead into a part of the woods that was not dead or burnt up. Loki was hesitant at first, but had decided to at least try that direction. At least there was shade, for once. They hadn't walked far when they came upon a small cottage, just sitting in a clearing in the middle of the woods.

"Well, that's fucking random..." Octavia gasped. "I haven't seen a single house the entire time we've been here, much less any sign of life that doesn't have fangs, and now suddenly there is a cottage in the middle of the woods?"

"It is rather odd." Loki confirmed. "Though, if it happens to be empty, perhaps we can reside here while we plan our next course of action."

"Which is what?"

"Whether we continue as we have been, or..." Loki let it trail.

Octavia nodded in understanding. They were going to have to talk about it eventually.

"It wouldn't hurt to check." she agreed. "At least there's a chance it'll be warm when night hits."

Both of them had expected the place to be dirty and possibly falling apart, but to their surprise it was clean and functional. It had everything they would need and more; a living area, a kitchen (though there was no food), a bathroom with a shower, as well as a bedroom that already included a bed. It was small, but practical. "The water works!" Octavia exclaimed. She had turned the nozzle for shits and giggles; she hadn't actually expected the water to actually work.

"Let me see." Loki approached a sink and sure enough, fresh, clean water. "This doesn't make any sense." The house was also powered, but it was empty. There was furniture, but nothing that would indicate anyone lived here. So, why was it here? Who built this place, and what happened to them? "Stay inside. I will go out and see if I can gather enough magic to perhaps ward the place, if not hide us entirely."

"You can do that?"

"Usually. As I told you, my sedir is weakened, I am not positive it will work." he declared, and then headed outside.

The moment Loki began his warding spell, he noticed his seidr was stronger than it had been in weeks. How was this possible, was it the area they were in? How long had it been this way and why hadn't he noticed?! This made absolutely no sense, but he didn't dwell on it. He was just happy he could actually protect them thoroughly for once. He had already considered the cottage could possibly be a trap, but he'd decided just to ignore it. Loki was tired, physically and mentally. He honestly wasn't sure how much longer he could do this.

He just wanted to rest.

He just wanted them to be safe; he wanted her to be safe.

A fireplace was included with the cottage, so Loki gathered wood for a fire until it was almost dark, even if it meant he couldn't have sex with her. Loki didn't want her to know that he had grown attached to her, so he had decided he would distance himself from her for a while. He wasn't sure if it was in an attempt not to care for her, or if it was to protect himself from getting hurt.

Octavia was thrilled to actually be warm; really warm. Still, she couldn't help but be a little disappointed that there would be no need for Loki to sleep with her now. He had only been doing to to keep her from freezing, it wasn't as if he actually enjoyed it. Or did he? She couldn't know for sure. He had never stated such, though, there had been many times Loki had instigated sex earlier than necessary, but Octavia had just assumed he was just trying to get a head start on keeping her warm.

She'd realized on those nights, she didn't notice the cold as much.

Octavia sat on the floor next to the fire while Loki sat in a chair next to her. He seemed to be in deep thought and had barely spoken a word since he'd come inside. "So, what's the plan?"

"I think it would be wise to stay here." he finally replied. "Gather our strength and go from there."

"Fine by me. I'm exhausted." and she was. She was so tired of running.

"As am I." Loki sympathized. "So it is decided." He stood from the chair he had been sitting in and headed towards the bedroom. "I'm going to shower and then retire for the night. I assume you won't have an issue sleeping in the same bed with me." he smirked, before heading into the other room.

Octavia had been tempted to join him in the shower, but finally decided against it and ended up taking one after he was finished. Laying in the bed next to Loki, Octavia began to realize just how much she depended on him. For everything. She felt empty laying on the opposite side of the bed; away from him. Loki had always held her before and in the beginning she had hated it.

Now, she found herself wishing Loki would just roll over and wrap his arms around her like he always had. Keep her safe. She felt safe with him.

She loved him. @mastreworld @neurotic-narwhal @helenaisabel@hellokittyismyspiritanimal@court-of-thorns-and-roses @mad-about-britain @archy3001@iamhisgloriouspurpose @burningarbiterheart @scoobysnacks31 @sweetangelfan @Kidamon @myclock @prettyhatemachine01 @catqueen434 @worthyofthewhedonverse09 @iwishiwasamutant @normanallthewayforever @wolfsmom1

#loki #loki fic #Dark Paradise

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lunamusings · 4 years

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Gravity Well

Chapter 4: Chocolate and Revelations

A Loki x Lithium Fanfiction (CanonxOC)

Set before the events of Thor, Loki receives as large mysterious crate of alcohol the day before his birthday. What seems like a strange yet benign gift from an anonymous person ends up being more than he, or the woman at the bottom of the crate bargained for.

Chapter Warnings: Drinking Games?

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Loki began to become concerned when a loud rambunctious crowd gathered around the last place he saw Lithium. She had not even made it to the cake he had directed her to, and that was at least an hour ago. At the sound of one more round of woops and applause, he made his way that direction, pausing only to instruct a maid to send two pieces of the chocolate cake up to his room, as he predicted that neither he or Lithium were going to manage procuring a piece at this rate.

He was nearly there when Thor fell from his seat, more wasted than he had ever seen him, a cascade of beer mugs following him to the floor. It took a considerable amount of strong alcohol to send him into this state. Several other men, notable warriors all of them, were similarly intoxicated, reeling in their seats or with heads pressed to wooden table. If they were this far gone, how was Lithium faring, as tiny as she was?

He was only a few steps away when Lithium popped up from behind a struggling Volstagg, stepping up onto the table. She was perfectly balanced, poised even, as she offered the men around her a condescending curtsy.

She is completely and utterly sober, how?

"And that, gentlemen, is how drinking is done." She turned to step down and spotted him, a bright smile on her face.

Loki glanced down at the severely inebriated men around her, clearly defeated, then back up at her. "Should I even ask what happened here?"

She accepted his help down from the table, chuckling with generous amount of amusement. "I'll tell you on our way to that dang dessert table. "

He had to agree. "After you, my minuscule cohort."

Lithium giggled, a much less devious sound than she had made just before. "Nice to see I've graduated from intruder-status."

"Oh, you did that within the first twenty minutes, but it was far more amusing to tease you about it."

She shrugged as she stopped before their destination. "I would complain, but I did sorta' just win a drinking game by not mentioning the fact that I'm incapable of getting drunk, so I don't think I have much of a high road to walk."

Loki froze halfway through picking up another dessert that featured chocolate. "You did what now?"

"I joined a drinking game, knowing fully well alcohol doesn't effect me even a little bit."

Loki glanced around before leaning in close and whispering into her ear, noting the bright blush that crept across her face. "Tell this to no one . This is valuable information you could use for at the least, incredible amusement."

Her laughter at this was bold and warm before taking her own volume down to match his. "Good thing you're the only one I've ever really told then."

He felt the smile he had from this melt away when he noticed his father watching them.

He held his gaze for an uncomfortable amount of time before Lithium caught his attention again. "I am sorry, I missed what you said."

Lithium was shuffling the layers of her dress, revealing more of that acid green color, until she found a pocket. She removed something from it and held it out to him. "I said I have something for you. I didn't have much time, considering I just learned it was your birthday this morning."

In her palm was a flat chord of three green shades, knotted into a diagonal pattern. "They're usually called friendship bracelets in my original neck of the woods, but I thought you could use it as a bookmark or something."

He put it in his jacket pocket. "I'll certainly find use for it. Thank you."

He was rewarded with another large smile as she headed off to one of the other food tables. When she was busy filling a plate, he pulled the simple little gift back out of his pocket, running his finger over the knots.

Friendship bracelet, is it? I like the sound of that, silly as it is.

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Lithium perched in what was now one of her own chairs, one leg curled under her, a delicate cup full of tea in one hand, a sandwich in the other. The tea blend was one that Frigga had developed and now her favorite, and the sandwich made appropriately for her near-carnivorous appetite. There was a little breeze floating through the cracked window, keeping the room on the cold side, the perfect temperature for someone who ran hot all time.

The few weeks she had spent in Asgard had required at great deal of adjustment, but it was also incredibly peaceful. There was little expected of her, unlike back home where she would have been knee-deep in paperwork and bottles to be filled. Here, she only had one planned item for the day, walking Loki through the crate of alcohol over dinner.

He was not lost on pairing drinks with food, but since he was not acquainted with the Midgardian produce that made up her work, so she was more than happy to make selections for him. She knew her brews almost as well as she knew her shifts, which she had to know down to the smallest detail to not turn her body into a useless mess.

That it gave her an excuse to spend time with Loki made it all the more delightful.

She took another sip of tea and sighed. "I would develop a crush on a literal prince and self-proclaimed god, wouldn't I?"

Lithium took an aggressive bite of her sandwich. "I guess I can't blame myself too much. Said literal prince did offer me a place to stay when Bart decide to be an epic-tier dick and I just randomly appeared in his room in the dead of night. The tall, dark, handsome and wicked smart thing is a bonus."

A nearly foot-and-half-taller-than-her bonus with a smirk that could turn her knees to jelly.

"Better push that down deep, girl" She took another sip of tea and stood up, smoothing her tunic out. "He'll probably figured it out in a hot second and tease you for the rest of eternity…"

She stretched her arms over her head, and smoothly transitioned into her real form, and then slowly through her regular array of shifts. Most were used for combat, though a few of them, like the giant duckling, were mostly for fun. She went through them again, pairing each to a set of yoga poses that the creature fit best. They were becoming too easy at this point, given all free time she had. When even her most complex shift eased across her body in a matter of seconds, she knew it was time to work on more. Knowing that, she worked on combining the shifts until it was time for dinner.

A shower and a change into one of her nicer, but not overly formal, dresses later, she did her best to remember where to go in the maze that was the palace. Even if it had had an easy set up, it was large enough that using her nose only worked well enough when she was close to her destination and not full of different perfumes depending on the time of day. As much as she appreciated the soft scent that was as close to lavender as Asgard had in the late evening when she could not sleep, it did nothing for her natural navigation tactics.

Despite her personal struggles, she was glad to see that she made it there as dinner was being dropped off, rather than seeing the kitchen maids walking toward her on their way back. She was early enough that one of them opened the door for her instead of Loki. She did her best to ignore the sideways looks both this maid and then then other gave her as she walked past them with a polite smile.

Loki's small smile made up for them anyway.

"You have cut two minutes from your usual time." He pulled out her chair for her.

Lithium sat and tried not to squeak for the hundredth time when he pushed her back in as easily as it was for him to move the empty chair. "One of these days I'll beat the food here. But don't hold you breath because I don't know what day that will be."

"I will make it a celebration when you do." He chuckled and gestured to the food. "What bottle shall I retrieve for this meal?"

Lithium closed her eyes and took at deep breath. "Ah, the Cute But Deadly Umeshu."

"Small glasses with this one as well?" He asked while he was halfway in the crate. He had been maintaining a collection of appropriate glassware for this alcohol adventure. It gave a touch of familiarity that eased some of her adjustment difficulties.

"Yes, probably the smallest ones. It's a sake variant, so it will pack the same punch."

"So I should drink with caution." Loki smirked. "I will not repeat what happened last time."

Loki was no slouch when it came to drinking, but sake was like punch to the more delicate parts of one's anatomy, regardless of the type one possessed, if not expecting it. He spent some time sputtering before he could talk normally, and ate quite a bit of his dinner before trying another drink. She tried not to laugh but she was not exactly successful.

She laughed so hard, it brought tears to her eyes, made only worse the more he tried to swear between sputters.

They both began eating after he tasted the umeshu, slowly this time. "I have to say, I like this better, though it maybe because my body was not reacting like I had thrown back a cup of flames."

"I'm glad for that." She grinned a little wickedly. "I'd hate for the food to get cold because you're doing that and I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe."

"It would also make it hard to let you know the latest information I've been given."

Lithium's fork paused part way to her mouth. "Is it why Odin wanted to talk to Thor and you yesterday?"

"Yes. Thor's coronation will be at the end of the week."

Lithium watched a few tiny expressions cross his face before it became appropriately neutral. "And your concerns are still as valid?"

Loki nodded, shaking his head. "I love my brother, I truly do, but he's impulsive and proud. I do not know how well he will handle situations that require more temperate solutions than "hit it with a hammer until it goes away", of which there will be many."

"Frigga is certain your counsel will help him with that." Lithium took another bite, knowing that bringing up his mother always turned a negative train of conversation into one with a touch more optimism. "Do you doubt your own ability there?"

"My counsel works only as well as Thor listens to it." He took another drink and sighed. "And honestly, I fear for this realm. The little glimpses of technology in your possession suggests Midgard is more advanced than predicted. The other realms are there with Midgard, if not beyond it. Yet still, my father refuses to invest in improvements for ourselves."

"That does happen when you leave groups of people alone for a thousand years or more." She tilted her head. "But that does seem kind of dumb to stop innovating just because you were at the top at one point."

"See, you understand that, I understand that, but that makes two and half people in all of Asgard." He threw his hand up, still holding his fork. "And you're not even from here."

"Is Frigga the half?" She tilted her head back the other way.

"She sees the value in gaining greater knowledge and applying it for good of all people. But she will not push for it, after the first few times to convince Father went over about as well as putting one of your shirts on Volstagg."

"Now there's an image I never wanted."

"Nor did I, but I had brought that thought into being and was subsequently traumatized, so I at least wanted company in this plight."

Lithium rolled her eyes but smiled at him anyway. "I guess I should be honored you let me accompany you on this…special…journey. To be fair though, just about any man here trying to wear my shirt would be intensely weird."

"Would you say the same about me?"

Lithium nearly choked on a sip of umeshu. She felt the heat creep up her face and her mouth hung slightly open. Her mind threw out so many options for answering him, it turned to nothing more than deluge of disconnected sounds in her head.

"I am not sure how I should interpret your speechlessness. Should I be insulted, flattered or concerned about the thoughts that wandering through your mind?"

"Ah…well…you would be one of the few who could actually get it on you…"

It would be too short though…and quite tight…

"Lithium?"

She snapped back to reality, eyes enormous and face catching fire once again. "What?"

"I said that I could always shapeshift into a woman and that would make it less weird."

Does it count as bisexuality if it’s the same person?

#loki #loki of asgard #loki friggason #loki odinson #loki fanfic #canon x oc #loki x lithium #gravity well

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What did the mun think of Endgame? I was, sadly, very disappointed... They ignored Loki, Vision, Heimdall... Thor's depression and ptsd... no comment. They gave Tony a family just to kill him and including IW, they killed the two main women of each team (Gamora and Natasha) in the exact same way, same music, only to add that "Girl Power" moment later. Wanda fights a Thanos who didn't take anything from her. Whilst fighting this Thanos, they weren't the Avengers; they were the preventers!

{out of parikash} So… I had a lot of problems with Endgame, but not as many as you might think or the ones you might think. This is gonna all be random, so let’s just get started, haha.

First of all, yeeeeah, I agree with you. No mention of those characters at all. Or Pietro after Ultron. So it struck me upside the head like a two-by-four to realize that some people seriously dislike or even hate Wanda because they think Pietro and Vision died and she didn’t care. Like… the fact that Pietro and Vision were never mentioned again in the MCU after their deaths (unless you count two seconds of his name on a baby’s shirt for Pietro and one indirect and possibly not even a reference to him at Tony’s funeral for Vision) are taken by some people as IC insensitivity from Wanda. Like… they think SHE doesn’t care. And that just like… hurts. Because she does, she cares a shit ton. See… I never ever took that as IC, or even real, haha. My brain automatically filled in like well okay… she does mention them, they do have funerals, she does cry for them… it just happened off camera between movies or during downtime where we didn’t get to see. That was 100% what I always assumed. So to learn that some people actually blame Wanda IC for not reacting at all to their deaths after their movies ended… that really shows the gross mishandling of their characters that MCU has engaged in, in my opinion. Yes, I went there. XD So yeah… I loved the way they handled Natasha’s and Tony’s deaths, but other characters also deserved such attention.

The portrayal of Thor’s depression and PTSD was… absolutely disgusting to me. I’m just gonna lay it out there. My heart broke for him, and he’s not even a favorite character of mine. To have a character break down that much and have it be perceived by other characters as annoying, crass, gross, funny, pathetic, or somehow negligent on his part and placing blame on him… was just… a slap in the face to anyone who has ever been broken down by trauma or grief in their lives. It sent the message that, if you react this way to trauma in your life, you’re lazy, no one will like you, you’ll be a failure, you’ll be a walking joke. And that is really not forgivable, Disney. Like honestly. What the flying fucking pancake. I would never treat any character I have ever written anywhere the way they did Thor. Boo. Not cool. Not acceptable.

Okay… Tony and Natasha’s deaths… here is where I’m going to lose followers haha. Let’s take Tony first. I… was… never a fan of Tony until after Endgame, and I really didn’t understand him until I recently watched the first Iron Man movie. Yes… I haven’t seen 2 or 3. Yes… I didn’t watch any of them until after Endgame. I had no interest. I didn’t like the man at all. It wasn’t until Endgame that his death made me rethink him. His death, the way he interacted with Morgan, his message at the end… they all made me stop and go hmm a bit. In watching Iron Man, I suddenly realized that he had a very similar personality to and functioned mentally in the same way as a character I created over a decade ago. That character was also loud, crass, ran at the mouth, jokes that were funny, overly defensive, a little off, drank too much, the whole shebang… and it was because he had been traumatized during a war. Other characters around him accepted and understood that he was this way and why he was this way, and they gave him a lot more leeway and understanding than they would someone who had not been traumatized. To still other characters looking in, it was confusing as to why this totally abrasive asshole was being given all these free passes by his friends. Anyway, my point was that as soon as I realized that Tony was at his core the same type of character, I suddenly understood him a lot better, and that helped me to like him more.

In writing Wanda, that made me consider the nightmare/premonition she conjured in his mind in a different light. If you remember in Ultron, right after he wakes from his dream, Wanda is there and she looks… surprised. It’s canon that she saw all their nightmares, Lizzie said it so I buy it, haha. I have actually used her mulling over what she saw in Tony’s head as the bass for IronWitch (which I know is an extremely controversial ship, but somehow I make it work… off Tumblr though, I don’t need that kind of anti-ship hate on her blog), because Wanda was expecting something far more selfish and petty from Tony than what she got. And she doesn’t just see visions, she experiences what they’re thinking and feeling too. So she felt a lot of unselfish things from him that day that really confused her. The man who murdered her parents because he doesn’t care who he kills or he’s so rich that he doesn’t care who he sells his weapons to… which is who she thought he was… wouldn’t have had the kind of vision that he had. It changed her opinion of him, and I headcanon that that’s why she was able to tolerate him a lot more easily than Pietro.

Anyway, my tangent in going into this was that… his death actually made me, a late-comer to the movie-verse of Marvel, really examine his character and the core of his values and soul. In a good way, heh. I thought his death was good. BEFORE YOU KILL ME LET ME EXPLAIN, HAHA. I don’t mean I’m glad he died, because I’m not. That sucked, Morgan’s sad face sucked, everything about that sucked, haha. But… the way in which he died, the sacrifice he made, the way in which he was loved and honored afterward… I liked that. From a writer’s point of view, it felt like a very honorable and virtuous ending for a character who always had strived to be such and felt like he fell short. Well that time, he hit the bar, heh. I liked it. BUT I WILL COME BACK TO THIS ONCE I’M DONE WITH NATASHA SO HOLD THIS THOUGHT, haha.

Natasha… Okay, just like Tony, I didn’t overly like her until she died, haha, but whereas with Tony it was because I had misunderstood the character, with Natasha it was more a case of her completely flying under my radar. Bitch had been making me like her for umpteen number of movies and I hadn’t ever REALIZED it until she went and DIED on me and then I realized I LOVED her. XDDD I shit you not, I was literally like oh no I think I liked that character that just died, haha. It was a weird feeling. But not necessarily bad. What was bad, was the fact that it didn’t need to happen. I mean… was there a problem with just reversing our own timeline and grabbing the stones before Thanos snapped? I feel like there was a reason why we couldn’t’ do that, so I’ll let that one go, but even so… could we not have gone back to maybe when Thanos got the soul stone and taken it from him? Or I mean, my point is there were other options. Of course that would have screwed Gamora fans, haha, but I’m sure there was another way of getting that stone. But… that aside… new paragraph because long…

…as with Tony, I thought her death was well done. It was an emotional, honorable, brave way for again… a character who had often thought she wasn’t good enough or that she had too much red in her ledger. Well it all got erased at that point. It was a great venue, I thought, to showcase her and Clint’s relationship (which incidentally, have you ever seen a more beautiful display of platonic love in a really valid way before? Just ugh, it was amazing), to show how much they loved each other and how much that they were equally willing to sacrifice to set things right. Their commitment to saving the world regardless of what it meant for them was incredibly profound, poignant, and I thought the whole scene was really well done. If she had to die, I think it was a good death deserving of everything else we saw from her up until that point.

If… she had to die. If… Tony had to die. Here’s… where I start to get pissed off, haha. As I said, I feel like there were ways around Natasha dying. And with Tony… I mean… again, it was for an IronWitch thing… but I wrote a little ficlet off Tumblr about Wanda continuing to power the arc reactor herself after Tony did the snap. Now… granted… she couldn’t hold it forever and eventually got tired and distracted by her emotions and Tony ended up dying anyway and it was super sad, BUT… lol… the point was… I believe Wanda could do that. I believe Carol could’ve done that. Or, hey, you’re telling me they couldn’t find any kind of a temporary power source to fuel the arc reactor until they can fix or replace it? how many freaking times did Tony almost die from removal or failure of the arc reactor in Iron Man alone??? I’m not buying this, Marvel! Okay, maybe he died of a combination of the reactor failing and that he got fried by the power going through his arm and torso and head. Okay, that I buy. HOWEVER… HOW MANY OTHER CHARACTERS DID THEY BRING BACK IN SUCH RIDICULOUS WAYS BEFORE TONY AND NATASHA, AND YOU’RE TELLING ME THEY’VE GOT NOTHING THIS TIME? Some seriously ri-DONK-culous shit has happened in order to bring characters back in the MCU. I don’t buy for a second that there’s no way to do it. I just don’t. I personally can’t think of a way to do it, short of just grabbing another Tony and Nat from another reality into this one, haha, but I’m sure one of those giant brains at MCU could have thought of something.

Okay I ranted about Tony and Natasha enough. Now on to Steve. First, let me expression my deepest sympathies to Captain America fans everywhere. They did him so wrong. I mean oh my holy gracious gravy pants, what the hell even was that?! First of all, in my opinion, someone who would selfishly go back in time to get what they want from a woman who otherwise had moved on and had a family and a life of her own and passed away already peacefully… was not worthy to wield Thor’s hammer. Worthy… to me… means… some kind of higher justice or morality that extends beyond self and into the greater good. There was nothing good about what Steve chose to do. It was selfish, it was really inconsiderate to this woman he claimed to love, and so much for all that junk about not being able to alter too much in the past or in alternate timelines, we have to just do pointed things and get out. Well Steve completely altered HIS OWN TIMELINE. Like. So why can’t we go grab a mind stone somewhere for Vision? Huh? Why can’t we yoink a Nat or a Tony into this timeline? Why couldn’t we have brought back Pietro? For someone who was supposed to lead, keep order within, and direct prudently a team of people who have all lost and suffered and regretted things… he basically just said to them well nuts to what you want but Imma get what I want so see ya suckers. It was such a shitty thing to do and honestly I pretend like it didn’t even happen. Because no. Steve up until that point through umpteen number of movies would never have done what he did at the end of Endgame. He would have wanted to. He would have thought about it. But he would not have done it. That’s what makes him worthy. He doesn’t do what he wants, he does what serves the greater good, or truth, or justice. MCU dropped the vibranium shield on that one big time.

Okay all morality and character development that got trashed aside… sending Steve back to his timeline would have… changed… a lot more… than him just growing old? He wouldn’t have been encased in ice. Wouldn’t have been found decades later as a young capable person to help out with all the events of later movies. Civil War would never have happened. Lots of things wouldn’t have happened or would have happened differently because Steve would not have even been there. By all rights, when he came back old, everyone else there but Bucky should have been like… who the hell is this guy? They would not have had the history with him anymore. Am I wrong on this? I would love someone’s opinion because this really bugs me that they let this big of a plot hole go.

Now about Wanda... I do understand why that had to be set up that way, but as her mun, I can’t tell you how infuriating and heartbreaking it is getting inside her head at the moment at which Thanos casually tells here “I don’t even know who you are.” Like… here is a girl full of pain and grief and rage who has been so wronged by this guy… and he’s like… who dafuq even r u? At that moment she must have felt like exploding. Her feelings and pain were completely invalidated in that moment. Just… ugh, so painful for her. BUT THEN… MCU ROBS HER OF THE CHANCE TO KILL HIM. Wanda had Thanos. She was going to kill him and basically win things for everyone. But nope. We can’t have a woman do it, we gotta save that honor for Tony, heh. No offense to Tony, it’s just irritating to me heh. LET HER DO THIS, MCU. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? LET WANDA BE THE STRONG VENGEFUL WOMAN SHE IS AND KICK THIS PURPLE RAISIN’S ASS. It was like they felt they had to do the fans a service of having that confrontational moment but then decided no okay lol but we have a better ending for Thanos so bye bye Wanda. That’s honestly what it felt like and I really hated it.

Aaaaand I have ranted ENOUGH about this, haha. I’m so sorry, I kindof let loose lol. Hope I answered all your questions though!

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