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ramrage · 2 years

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thoughts on the tlat trailer

below the cut because i dont feel like subjecting innocent bystanders to the humidity of my hot breath spilling everywhere. also, there’s quite a bit of negativity so do avoid if such things make you tite

Okay, so I’m writing this bit before I’ve actually watched the damned thing. Admittedly, I’m holding back because I already know I’m not going to like it lol. Is this to say that I think it will be a bad movie (by that I mean poorly written, shitty timing, shallow plot, etc.etc.etc.)? No! But I understand that my desires do not align with the desires of most viewers, so...

Though I have not seen the official trailer yet, I have seen gifs. and my initial response is an overwhelming and kind of long-suffering “i don’t caaaaaaaaare.” I love Thor and I love Loki but only when they’re interacting together. It’s their dynamic that makes them interesting to me and when it’s absent, the space it occupied is usually filled with what I consider to be nonsense. Then there’s Jane just existing. I appreciate some bits of her character and tried my damnedest to like her, but I don’t. I don’t hate her, but whenever she’s on screen or shit related to her is happening, I get upset because quality time in the mcu is limited (despite the collective runtime of their movies) and I am greedy and want every second to be dedicated to the shit that I care about, which is not her. I suppose this is unfair, but I can’t say that I care too much as Jane isn’t a real person whose feelings I can hurt, yfm.

And of course, the ass scene. So there are two major things about that scene: the nudity and how it came about and the tattoo. I don’t need to wax poetic about how forced nudity is sort of degrading and all the political shit associated with it because all of that has been said already. What I will talk about it is how it’s another example of TW’s tendency to make everything a bit. Stripping a character in the way that it’s done is meant to humiliate and while it might not be as heavy as it could be (stripping a supersexy god whiteman is not the exactly same as stripping someone who is more vulnerable), it does rub me the wrong way. I don’t want to see my* characters get humiliated for a laugh because I feel like the screen time could be better spent doing something more interesting.

As for the tattoo, my reaction to it is actually kind of similar. It’s a bit. It’s not meant to touch upon Thor’s actual grief (which isn’t funny), it’s supposed to allude to it but remove its claws. And not for nothing, didn’t TW already make this joke? I do think he’s funny, but these jokes weren’t my cup of tea. I feel like Thor and Loki’s relationship is too interesting and compelling to a) near-completely drop it from the plot and narrative and b) only allude to it in a way that trivializes it. Like gosh, another dumb tattoo that says RIP LOKI. What? Gonna give Thor tattoo of a heart with a banner running across it reading “MOM”? Eh. Is it better than totally ignoring Loki’s existence ever? I think, but it leaves much to be desired.

OKAY, if you survived this long, I’m going to watch the trailer and comment on it as I go, bulleted for maximum efficiency:

lion king

ah, fucking Korg. He’s a funny lil dude, indeed, but I wasn’t exactly waiting with bated breath to see him on screen. again, screen time is limited so I want to see it used wisely (read: in the ways I want it to). I’m also wondering about the impetus for bringing him back and more prominently. Was the fan demand that intense? Does Taika just want to feature himself more? I’d get it, I guess. It’s hard to be a successful artist without an inflated ego.

past tense?

dad bod =/= god bod. i could argue there.

:-( it does seem like CH’s face has changed in some unnatural way. some are saying it’s a result of steroid use and some say it’s a jaw implant or some such filler. it’s a shame, really. i want to know who or what made chris motherfucking hemsworth believe that his face needed to be altered in any way and I need to kick it’s/their ass. then again, it’s not my face and thus it’s not my business.

okay jane does look pretty hot

that helmet is hell. the armor is hell. god awful i gotta hurt someone about that.

don’t try to tell me that jane is lik “ah idek when we dated ha ha” while thor pulls out a piece of wood notched for every day apart. if anyone would be tite about the breakup, it wouldn’t be him (is my guess. such a short relationship, such a comparatively long life, so on). is this to say that I think Jane should be in pieces about Thor? Nah. she’s had shit to do, sci to ence. i think it makes most sense for neither of them to give a shit about the other. Do I still give a fuck about the fugazi I dated in high school for two months? No, I do not.

Valkyrie asking if she’s sensing feelings should be a question she asks to herself rather than Thor. Thor’s response should be hers. that is all.

damnit why do I think gorr is sexy.

lol goats

damn, marvel really has a fucking wetty for the 80s aesthetic.

this whole pining thing is ass and shouldn’t exist

stormbreaker is ugly im sorry

ah yes the guardians of the idon’tgiveafuck

does thor really have anything worth fighting for anymore?

“you flicked too hard, damnit” that’s a fair response, mijo, and I respect that.

kinda jazzed by how unbothered jane and valkyrie are vis-a-vis thor’s dick. it has a homosexual flavor to it.

lion king space style

Everything seems mad disjointed so I’m interested in seeing how things fit together in the movie. I feel like Gorr didn’t seem important enough, at least as far as what the trailer showed. I wonder how Taika’s going to play with him, y’know? Is he going to have a compelling backstory? How does he fight and act and speak? Will TW humiliate him and play him for a laugh? I hope not because it’s less impressive and powerful to bodybag a villain if you paint them like a fool, but TW likes painting fools. I cant say I’m too hyped, but that’s no surprise, really. It felt like watching strangers, which is a neurotic thing of me to say but I’m neurotic so...

#thor #thor love and thunder #tlat #marvel salt #marvel wank #marvel negativity #thor love and thunder negativity #kwewe

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odins-sonofmischief · 3 years

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It never stops.

#sylki #sylkiedit #loki #sylvie #loki x sylvie #lovedaggers #lovie #lokiedit #sylvieedit #lokitvedit #dailyloki #lokitvsource #marveledit #loki series #loki's reaction in the second gif!!#elsastarlight #perfectopposite #myedit

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lookforastar · 6 years

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wanting the throne vs. having it thrust upon you {insp. meta with @iamanartichoke }

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fluffyfantasticducky · 2 years

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The God’s Little Secret

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: When Loki is in a bit of trouble, you offer to help, you didn’t expect to discover an interesting little fun fact about your favorite mischievous scamp. But does he hate as much as he claims? Or could it be that maybe he was having just a little bit of fun?

☆ Word Count: 4,600

☆ Notes: To this day I think Loki is touch-starved but somehow oblivious to this fact. So, I think he’d enjoy tickles because of that and... playful fun for the God of Mischief? It makes perfect sense and you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands. Also see that gif, Loki's gonna be trapped in that position for most of the fic.

☆ Warnings: Long-ass intro but it's fine because I'm intending on making about 4 parts of these so... I have to establish some AU because nobody dies on my watch.

Living with the Avengers was a dream come true, you had always wanted to help others, and saving lives was certainly one very outstanding way to do it. Besides, getting to stand by the Earth’s mightiest heroes filled you with pride and a sense of fulfillment you had never even deemed possible.

Certainly, it wasn’t a perfect life. The missions were draining both to your physical and mental state, as well as the public opinion that was always... divided, to say the least. But it was a rewarding way of living.

And it only kept growing. Ever since the All-vs.-all incident of 2016 everyone started taking apprentices of sorts. It all started with Nat who reunited with her sister Yelena and all the other Widows in some chain reaction effect which the team got to meet after the Battle for Earth. Then right before the Battle of Wakanda, Tony officially accepted Peter under his wing making him the second apprentice. You could say Steve had Bucky and more recently Sam and the Maximoff twins, but they refused to join the dynamic, except for Wanda who didn’t really mind and was just happy to have such a big family. Bruce being technically one of his father figures spent a lot of time with Vision, definitely being a more relaxing lab assistant than Tony. And lately, after an incident with his blip alter ego, Clint had met a young archer girl and once things were solved joined as well. And... Thor, well, Thor’s case was special.

Now you weren’t exactly an official Avenger. Since Steve had 4 heroes under his leadership, Nat had an army of Widows and Thor had an entire kingdom plus an alliance with the Guardians of the Galaxy (whoever they were) Tony found you and took you under his wing as well. Making you his third protegee along with Peter and Vision (sort of). Peter following the hero path, Vision his —shared, as everyone seemed to have to remind him— technological legacy, and you...

You were his little inventor.

Sure, Peter was a brilliant and a more than capable kid, but with his young age, college already knocking on his door, and his hero double life… Tony just didn’t want to overwhelm him. And besides, he reflected more on you in the sense that you were just a normal person with only your ingenuity against the world... It also helped that he started teaching you during the blip, when Peter was unavailable. But you wanted more, you wanted to be a hero as well.

Besides your job as an inventor, Tony insisted on you taking fighting lessons from none other than the Avengers. Which... okay that might have been your biggest challenge. Sure, you had taken self-defense classes in your life but facing THE Black Widow in hand-to-hand combat was intimidating enough... let’s not bring in the basically gods that now were your roommates.

Speaking of Gods, out of all the unexpected friendships you could have made the two Asgardians were the weirdest. Thor —as everyone rumored— was blessed with not only a body worth of his title as a divinity and a nice-looking face but with great charisma. You could understand why every woman out of the god’s inner circle was head over heels for him. But the relationship you both had was more of sibling kind. You had a few interests in common and could always share a nice laugh with the blond. But that was it.

Thor’s brother on the other hand... was annoying, sarcastic, stubborn, distant, and was even rude from time to time. And quite frankly, had you head over heels.

At first, you couldn’t quite get to figure out much about Loki, since he was thought dead during the blip. You had the official story, about how Loki had been a maniac on a bloodthirsty rampage to try and conquer Earth, how he had manipulated the Avengers trying to divide and conquer until they managed to become, in fact, a team and defeat him. But seeing Thor mourn him those 5 years while you were just a regular worker made you wonder what kind of person he must have been for Thor to miss him so much.

So you asked, calling Thor to ask him for stories about his past and his family, and mostly about his brother. Despite his grieving, Thor seemed most happy to tell you all about Asgard, from its culture to its citizen and his friends. His eyes got watery every time he talked about his parents, and it was rare the time that he didn’t cry when talking about his brother. Yet he always seemed thankful for the video calls and support you provided him, saying someone being so interested in Asgard was nice.

You had never seen Thor happier than the day after the battle for Earth. Loki arrived at the Compound looking for Thor looking badly bruised, and his clothes turn to shreds, pale and about to pass out but alive. That’s when you met Loki. You were reinstalling the equipment on a barely rebuilt Medbay when they arrived. You had to admit that it was amusing seeing the god carrying his little brother in his arms, both with teary eyes and the younger one red in the face screaming profanities demanding to be put on the floor. Since you were lacking a real doctor on the building (or with healthy hands) and his wounds were rather superficial it was up to you to patch him up.

Thor did not leave his side interrogating him about how was he alive and when was the gonna stop playing dead while Loki complained about it not being on purpose this time and that at least he was back. You just smiled and silently cleaned his wounds hearing the brothers argue.

“Um, I’m sorry” you finally spoke up directing the brothers’ attention to you and a plain black shirt you had picked. “Loki, is it? Your shirt is kind of... destroyed, I imagine you’d like a change.”

Loki looked baffled but shyly accepted the shirt with a mumbly “thank you”. He took off the damaged armor revealing his bare torso and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the sight.

“What? Like what you see?” he asked more sarcastically than flirtatiously.

“You’re still wounded” you pointed out bluntly.

“How perceptive” he hissed.

“Please... Let me help.”

“There’s no need, I can—”

Thor gave him a severe look that shut him up, allowing you to continue what you were doing. Alcohol and a ball of cotton in hand you began cleaning his wounds as Loki observed you with curiosity. You were the first mortal he interacted with that did not cower in fear at his presence or hadn’t tried to kill him in the past few centuries, which was new to him. He highly doubted that kind of humans still existed ever since his visit to Earth over a decade ago, and yet here you were, calmly cleaning his injuries with only concern for his well-being in your voice.

It was unnerving, but Loki thought he could take it... That is until your hand grazed that spot right below his ribs. Loki couldn’t remember how he got that bruise, but it might as well have killed him rather than having to live this moment. Having you looking at him confused and innocently asking if it hurt there. Oh, how he wished it did, rather than just feeling a burning heat creeping up his face and having to hear his brother’s mocking snickers from behind him.

“I’m quite alright, darling. Thank you.” he excused himself quickly putting the shirt on and leaving the room.

At the time you didn’t think much of it and simply let it slide, thinking Loki was just shy and that was his way of showing it.

Since that day you kept running into Loki more and more after that. Thor and Loki moved to the rebuilt compound, and you could see him more often, which you didn’t mind at all. You didn’t understand why Loki seemed to tolerate you the most, clearly, you didn’t have the history the other Avengers had with him... but why you in particular, was a mystery. So with the task at hand, you tried to help Loki feel more at home.

Not that it was hard being around Loki. While your original impression of him about being rude was right, you were also right about it merely a defense mechanism, and once past that his conversation was always a delight, his acidic sense of humor was charming in a very Loki way, constantly making sarcastic comments to make you giggle at the most inconvenient time and his mischievous nature always seemed to know exactly when you had to be distracted from work. You soon found out that Loki was the closest thing Asgardians had to nerds and geeks, so soon, just like his brother had, Loki began soaking up in Midgardian culture, quickly expanding to other sources of entertainment.

Loki being Loki, complained about how mediocre Midgardian literature and music were compared to Asgardian or even to its elder ancestor in the Shakespearean era whenever someone recommended him something. But your suggestions? Those were originally percieved with skpeticism, but when he turned to like your first suggestions, you became his confident on what to read or listen... and eventually things to watch.

In exchange, Loki often helped you out with your training, giving you advice and feedback. Pointing out how your pose was stiff, or your leg being bent over in a way that could make you lose your balance. And giving you a routine that helped you improve your physique. Despite all the time he spent teaching you, he never gave in to having a one on one with you, casting an illusion to help you practice your dodging. He claimed it was because it was too much of a hassle, but a part of you suspected— no. A part of you hoped there was something more, that he cared.

The only thing he didn’t help you with was the training course. It was this big ring area that surrounded the training room like a normal track circuit but with obstacles worth of a sci-fi movie (you could thank Peter for that idea) where it just tested out your skill to infiltrate or escape.

It took you many attempts, late nights of training and frustration, and a fair share of visits to the Medbay, but your time was slowly getting better, ranking those mutants with enhanced agility or trained assassins, but above those who relied more on strength or an outer source of power and… Loki. His time was still a mystery, always refusing to give it a go. Despite everything it was a huge pride that you were starting to stand out as an agile fighter, and with your slow development of your own iron suit, you hoped to be officially accepted one day into de battlefield.

It demanded a lot of work and time, which… since you weren’t allowed to go on missions yet wasn’t a problem… But it was often lonely. Staying behind to practice and in case they needed some intel from HQ or to arrive quickly to the city in case there needed to be an evacuation, but it all still felt like an excuse to keep you away.

At least you could chat with them during the flight.

“Look, all I’m saying is that Iron Maiden would be a great name” you joked through the communicator on your watch.

“And I’m saying it’d be copyrighted” Nat chuckled through the com.

“I could buy the permission” you heard Tony’s voice at the distance.

“You are NOT doing that!” Steve screamed.

You giggled at the argument you had accidentally caused while you saw Wanda and Peter scooting closer to the camera so you could see them smiling at your apologetic grin.

“What about Iron Heart?” he suggested.

“I don’t know, Pete. I could’ve made a red and white armor and add a skull to the side like graffitied like the albums and—”

You stopped on your tracks by the training room when you heard noise from the inside. You hung up and peaked inside and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was Loki, he was in the obstacle course.

Surely you knew Loki was in the building, the mission they had left to involved civilians which Loki was not allowed to participate in, given the people still had mixed opinions about him and he could cause a panic. But you expected him to be in his room, the library or even the lounge room. He was not one to train when the others weren’t forcing him to.

His movements were quick and smooth as he jumped and dodged through the obstacles at full speed, his hair often got in his face, but it didn’t seem to slow him down, his eyes set in the next 3 obstacles to beat. It was mesmerizing.

“Wow…” you mumbled.

It was a split of a second, but he realized you were there. And that instance was enough of a distraction for one of the gates he was crossing to close, trapping his leg, making him fall face-first one the floor.

“LOKI!” you rushed to him in a panic. “I’m sorry, are you hurt?! I didn’t mean to–”

“I’m alright, love” he groaned rubbing his chin, “Just help me out.”

You walked to the control panel and pressed the button that normally shut down the entire thing and would lift the shuttle door, ergo, releasing Loki’s leg. But when you did…

Bbbttzzzzzzzz! Nothing happened. Oh boy.

“Uhh, Loki… It’s jammed” you mumbled nervously.

“What?”

It was a rare sight, seeing Loki this genuinely nervous. Perhaps because his godly lie detector realized you weren’t joking; he didn’t bother asking and skipped to tugging to see if he could free himself.

“I could call the guys, ask them if Thor can come quickly, and b—”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Loki protested, but the way he made you flinch caused a horrible sinking feeling on his gut, so he made sure that he phrased his next sentence more gently, “If they find out, they won’t let me live this down. Especially my brother.”

It meant it was up to you to bust Loki out… You… who had no superhuman strength or even one of Tony’s armors yet… Great, no pressure.

“Can’t you free yourself?” you asked nervously as you kneeled beside him. “With your godly strength and such…?”

“Under normal circumstances, yes.” He lamented, “But in this position I have no way to make some leverage.”

“Leverage… That’s not a bad idea.”

You stood up and rushed out the room and when you came back you found Loki resting upper body weight on his forearms and hanging his head defeatedly, until you came back and looked up to see you holding a crowbar. You placed it between the door and the floor and tried lifting the door, but if Loki couldn’t move it, certainly you weren’t going to do much. You tried a couple of things, a hydraulic jack but the door was too low, you tried rebooting the system, but the problem was the door not the programming…

It was all useless. After the 3rd-hour mark, both of you were tired and moody just laying on the ground surrounded by mechanic equipment that didn’t help at all.

“Any other idea?” you asked.

“Just… try help me up.”

“Right, because relying on my physical strength went so well” you complained.

Loki simply looked at you annoyed and stretched his arm for you to grab. You groaned and obeyed, grabbing his hand and began pulling. Loki tried tugging his leg free while you pulled and served him as something to grab on. He didn’t count that you, feeling your strength failing, would sneak your hand right below his arm in an attempt to get a better grip. Just like you didn’t count on Loki yelping and immediately letting go of you, smashing against the floor once more.

“W-What was that all about?!” Loki complained, trying to deflect your attention from his red cheeks.

“What do you mean?! You’re the one who let go! I just…!”

The concern in your face washed up and was quickly replaced with the most devious smirk Loki had seen… after his own of course. But the fact that it was directed to him, and him being in such a precarious position couldn’t end well.

“You never told me you were ticklish” you chanted.

“Darling, don’t get any ideas” he warned. “I-I’m serious!”

“Please, Loki, this is like finding the Atlantis, I have to test this out!” you gushed out excitedly as you sat right next to him, in the worst position for Loki to fight back. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

“H-Hang on just a moment!”

You gave an experimental squeeze to his sides, and the way he jolted and clenched his fists to try keeping his cool only made you giggle nervously.

“So boring for the God of Mischief, maybe this is exactly what you need to lighten up.”

“I’m not joking! Don’t you d-dahare!” his protests were interrupted by a stream of giggles from a new tickly attack to his ribs. “Noho, stohohop it.”

In all, you had known Loki —which admittedly, wasn’t much— you had never heard him laugh like this, only a few breathy laughs through his nose whenever you mocked the other Avengers with a sarcastic comment or by purposely putting yourself in ridicule to make others smile. But this was just a whole new different thing, and it was amazing.

Loki’s laugh was charming, to say the least. It wasn’t high pitched like yours, it wasn’t low like his brothers or wheezy like Steve’s. Loki’s laugh was on his normal usual (aka when he wasn’t purposely making it lower to intimidate) and it was this smooth and airy sound. And when he laughed, he scrunched his nose and stuck his tongue out a little.

“I’m gonna ki— ahehehehe!” his threats were interrupted by a new stream of giggles whenever you changed spots, this time sneaking your hands below him to scratch at the sides of his tummy.

Certainly Loki wasn’t one to not fight back, but he was too busy laughing to be mean or threatening and given his position he couldn’t catch your hands because of his limited visibility and motion gave you plenty of time to change spot away from his hands and keep him giggling.

“Loki, you should laugh more often, it suits you” you complimented a bit more honestly than you meant. “You look really cute.”

“Shuhuhut it, you dimwihihit” he cackled and collapsed on the floor when your fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on the back of this ribs, right in middle.

“You know, Loki” you teased grinning at his reaction. “Your Shakespearean insults only make you seem cuter.”

You saw the way he pressed his clenched fist against his mouth to try and suppress his giggles. But you couldn’t have that, so you sneaked your hands under his arms and scratch over his shirt, but it was enough to send him to hysterics.

As you scribbled your fingers against the spot his arms tried sticking to his side but doing that gave him no support leaving him glued to the floor, which was only making him feel more vulnerable, so he was torn between trying to protect his body or trying to support his upper body.

It was quite the sight.

“DAHAhaharling!” he squealed when you tried a new spot, his back. “Cuhuhut it out!”

“Ohh, jackpot!” you cheered.

Loki thought he’d lose his mind when you started kneading and pinching his back muscles. His body resigned to just laugh as he rested his in the inside of his elbow, occasionally hiding his face there to try and conceal his laughter… with very little success.

“My god, just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter” you cooed. “you’re quite full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“SHUHAHAHAHT IT!”

You could have sworn his breath hitched and his laughter raised its volume just the slightest every time you teased him, but unsure if it was for a good or a bad reason you decided to keep your mouth shut as much as you could.

Not that you’d stop tickling him, finding that the spot between his shoulder blades made him laugh like a little boy and running your fingers along his spine made him shiver and curse between hiccoughs of laughter. With all the interesting spots only on his back and the cute diverse sounds coming out of the god you weren’t sure you could ever get tired from making him laugh like this.

“S-Somehwehre e-EEEHEHELSE!!” he cackled as you had just returned to tickle his upper back.

Probably Loki was too overwhelmed to realize the phrasing he had chose, but it made you feel butterflies, wondering if he wasn't really minding the situation. And if the only thinkg he wanted it to continue in a different spot, who were you to deny?

You took the strategy of poking random spots to mess with him for a good while to explore which spot made him laugh the most or he tried to protect the most. And when you did, you made sure to exploit it. His stomach seemed to be quite the spot but given he was laying on it you couldn’t really test it out, but there were other spots to make up for it, like his underarms were pretty mad, making him flail and squirm in the most incoherent way, his ribs caused Loki to squeak and sputter incoherent laughs.

“Pffha- ahahehehehe! Nohohoho! St-stop ihihit!”

Out of all the spots his back didn’t exactly make him laugh the loudest, but clearly being bad enough that he just collapsed on the floor in silent laughter as you traced little patterns up and down the center of his back. You found that the spot between his shoulder blades and the small of his back made him giggle like a little kid.

You couldn’t help but laugh along, his laugh was too contagious… And you couldn’t help but feel an empathetic tickly feeling.

“Whahat are yohohohou lahaughing aAAAT?!” his laughed peaked when you sneaked your fingers on the back of his neck.

With one hand tickling his back and the other fluttering fingers along his neck, Loki finally lost it.

“AHAHALRIGHT! N-NO MOHOHORE!” he pleaded. “IHI YIHIHIE—! P-PLEASE!”

You weren’t trying to kill him, so you gave in and crawled to end up sitting in front of him, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning while Loki huffed trying to catch his breath.

“Haha… hah… oh darling, th-that… was a grave mistake,” he panted. “My vengeance will b—”

“I would stop you there, Loki-doki” you interrupted him “it’s not very wise to threaten someone with the knowledge I now possess about you, buddy.”

Loki looked at your shit-eating grin with a face of incredulity, the fact that he hadn’t detected a lie from you was amazing to the young god. How soft had he gone that even a simple young mortal could try and push his buttons like this? And why was he enjoying it so much?

He also realized as the seconds passed and he recovered from the tingly feeling over his skin that said sensation was replaced by a grave feeling of loss, his nerves demanding the contact of your hands on him again, wanting to feel you closer once more, even if it meant he had to go through that again.

“You’re insufferable” he chuckled. “You’re an awful friend.”

“You love it, dummy,” you giggled, and while Loki was retorting your teases an idea popped in your head. “Dummy… Dum… e…! LOKI, YOU’RE A GENIUS!”

“Yea— what?! Wait!” he asked but you rushed out of the room, leaving Loki to call your name in frustrated and confused. “What do you mean?!”

You came back followed by a machine that Loki had seen in the robotics lab quite often and reminded him of that claw games his brother always got frustrated with. Loki wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but you had that glow in your face you had whenever you did a breakthrough… and that for some reason Loki found so charming.

“I don’t know what I didn’t think of this sooner!” you admitted sheepishly. “Dum-E can help us!”

“Should I be worried that you recruited a robot that you address as Dummy?” he asked cheekily.

“As I told you earlier, you’re in no position to tell me what to do” you mocked him as you handed the crowbar to the robotic arm. “Can you help him out honey? And Dum-e may not be very smart, but he is strong, more than I am at least”.

“That’s not particularly difficult, darling” Loki smirked as Dum-E made its way to the door.

“Don’t make me tickle you again, Odinson” you said as you kneeled to poke his nose.

The snarky comments between you two had you two so distracted that you didn’t notice that the clumsy robot had successfully completed the task he was given, lifting the door just enough to release Loki’s leg. The poor robot beeped urgently, and Loki curled his leg to freedom.

“It worked” Loki mumbled in disbelief as finally he sat down.

“I told you, Dum-E isn’t perfect, but he’s good, thank you sweetie.”

The little robot beeped in a happy tone and left the room, playing a an 8bit-tune, which in retrospective… was what singing would be for a robot who can’t actually speak.

“Ahh, I can feel my leg again” Loki sighed as his eyes rubbing his shin.

“Let me help” you offered gently as you sat next to him.

According to Thor, Loki wasn’t one to often accept help, but he didn’t refuse whenever you did something for him. From doing him breakfast to checking his wounds whenever he returned from a mission, he just followed you silently and accepted all the attention, just like now he allowed you to lift the cloth of his trouser leg and rub the sore spot… what he couldn’t do was prevent a few giggles from escape.

“Even here?” you smiled playfully. “I wouldn’t have guessed that a God could be this ticklish.”

“I would suggest you not to mock me” he growled.

“I wasn’t, I think it’s nice that you are… it makes us more alike…” you said gently, before your cheeks lit up to match Loki’s “Humans and Asgardians, I mean.”

“Right… I believe you” Loki chuckled amusedly.

“Ha-ha…” you laughed unamused, before a genuine smile formed on your lips, “thanks for letting me mess with you… it was nice seeing you smile like that.”

Loki was going to respond that he didn’t exactly allow you, but the way you smiled at him made him not want to correct you. Not many people smiled at him so purely and honestly happy… And even less people could do it in a way that would stir so many emotions within him.

“Well… that was fun, but it’s kinda late” you said as you stood up and stretched. “I’ll go take a shower before making dinner for both of us… I… I will see you at dinner, right?”

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle, you had tortured him and teased the whole evening, but now you acted shyly at the idea of inviting him to join him for dinner. The contrast was weird, but adorable, nevertheless.

“Of course” he smiled politely, “I’ll see you in the kitchen”.

“Cool! See you there” you smiled as you left the room, feeling fuzzy and giddy, completely unaware of the warm feeling surging on the young God’s chest that he couldn’t understand or wanted to get rid of.

And he wanted more… as much as he wanted revenge.

Next part | Masterpost

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randominagines · 3 years

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Pairing: Avengers x neutral reader

Warning: angst

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Part 2 (Vision, Sam, Pietro, Peter, Bucky and Loki)

AVENGERS REACTION WHEN YOU GET KIDNAPPED:

TONY

Tony would be destroyed. First thing he does: he blames himself. He locks himself up in his office, he doesn't want to see anyone. He spends the whole night thinking about you, about how he could have saved you. He is literally terrorized by the idea of not being able to have you back, he just won't accept a life without you. By the morning, he's totally changed: he will have you back. "Jarvis, I need all the information you can find about these people and a map of their facility. We're getting in and we're not getting out until y/n is right next to me." He commands while finally starting to organize the rescue mission.

STEVE

Steve doesn't need a single moment, he is just mad. He can't believe someone took you. He doesn't waste a second: in a blink of an eye, he's already giving directions to the squad. He knows how important it is that everyone has a precise role, it's fundamental for the mission to succed and this is the most important mission to him. "Is everything clear?" He asks and the squad nodds. He takes a deep breath. "Fine. Let's go save y/n."

THOR

Thor is heartbroken. "No..." He whispers at the news, his eyes staringinto the void. He can't believe he was there and couldn't prevent them taking you. He hates himself for not protecting you the proper way. He sits on a chair, his hands covering his face while he sighs. He thinks about you, about how brave you are, and he finds the strength. "Okay, we need to take y/n back." He simply says, no plan, no waste of time. He grabs his hammer and directly walks outside the building.

NATASHA

Natasha is broken. She immediately fears that something might happen to you. She knows that sometimes death is not the worst thing that can happen to someone and she hates the idea that your kidnappers could hurt you. She questions herself, she thinks that she could have done better. She needs a moment to simply accept the fact that you've been taken away and the only reasonable thing to do at the moment is trying to save you. "Guys, we have to save y/n and we have to do it quick." She says while grabbing her gun, she won't leave you.

WANDA

Wanda would be crazy mad. She just wants to make a mess and have you back. She doesn't even ask anyone for help, she is going to make them pay for believing that they could touch you and her powers are more than enough to do this. She forgets everything, her only thought is getting to you as soon as possible. She moves her fingers, her powers dancing between them while she tilts her head. "I'm coming, baby." She whispers to herself and she knows she's going to save you.

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marvelfanfics1 · 3 years

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Pretty hair

(GIF not mine)

Request: Loki having a little that loves to play with his hair playing with it whenever they get a chance so he buys her one of those fake hair dressing play sets. <3

Pairing: daddy!Loki x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, just pure fluff

A/N: Ugh, I would do anything to play with his hair<3 I couldn't sleep without writing this :)

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You love Loki's hair. It's long, soft, and smells perfect. You played or touched his hair whenever you could.

When Loki was feeding you a bottle, you would always curl his hair in your fingers, or when you were watching cartoons, you would always find a way to have your hand in his hair.

Loki couldn't complain. It soothed him whenever you brushed a hand through his hair or scratched his scalp.

And when he bought you a hair-dressing playset, you got him in seconds in front of you and started to braid his hair or put beautiful clips in it.

Like now, Loki was reading, and you were playing with his hair, like every day.

Loki had placed a mirror in front of him, not to see what you were doing with his hair, but to see your face from time to time.

He loves to see your tongue poking out in concentration and to see you smiling, proud of your work.

You had braided his hair in two braids, and some green butterfly clips clapped in it. You made some final touches and squealed.

"Done, Daddy. Now you wook up with a real Pwincess, " you said and waited for his reaction. He looked in the mirror and gasped.

"You're right, but who's that pretty girl behind me?" he asked, and you looked behind you.

Loki took that opportunity and quickly turned around. Grabbing you by your waist, he pulled you on his lap and peppered your face in kisses.

"Silly baby, I meant you. You are the pretty girl." He chuckled and tickled your sides.

"P-Pwease stop, D-Daddy," you said between laughs and squirmed in his hold.

He stopped, and you caught your breath, admiring your Daddy. You reached up and played with the end of his braid.

"So pwetty."

"Not half as pretty as you," he smiled and kissed you. He pulled away and looked at his watch. "Come, it's time for lunch, and then, Daddy gets to braid your hair"

You nod enthusiastically and let him carry you to the kitchen.

#submission #little!reader #little reader #daddy loki #daddy!dom loki x reader #loki x little reader #loki x little!reader #daddy!loki x little!reader #daddy!loki #loki laufeyson x little!reader

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im-a-slut-for-fluff · 2 years

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Flowers fit for a king

Gif not mine

Third short fic from my witchy!reader stories! They can be read separately. I wrote this on my phone so I apologize for any mistakes! Enjoy!

Avengers x reader

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It was mid summer when fortunately the bad guys decided to take a day off. With no aliens coming from the sky, You all decided to have a little team cook out to relax and spend time together.

Sam and Clint are designated grill masters after what is known as “the incident” which really was Thor trying to cook everything with lighting and nearly electrocuted half the team. As for the others, Bucky and Steve only know how to boil things, Bruce gets a bit green when something burns, vision doesn’t even eat and Tony well… Tony is Tony. No further explanation is required.

It was a nice sunny day, everyone was enjoying themselves in one way or another. Whether it was tanning or chatting or reading a book. It was nice change in pace for the heros.

“Foods almost done!” Clint shouted. There’s a chorus of cheers and “finally!” However one voice is missing. “Where is lady y/n?” Thor wonders out loud. Everyone looks around noticing you still haven’t joined them. “She’s in the garden.” Tony answers not even looking up from his phone.

You would always go on little adventures or go to markets to find herbs and flowers so Tony decided to build you your own garden at the compound for your birthday a few years ago. You were absolutely over the moon! If you’ve disappeared he knows there’s a 99.9% chance that’s where you wondered off too.

Just as he answers the team sees you making your way towards them with a huge smile on your face and a wicker basket in your hands.

“Hey pretty girl, we were just asking where you ran off too” Bucky calls out. You pick up your pace obviously excited about something and jog the rest of the way to meet them. When you get closer you move the basket behind your back out of their view.

“I have a surprise for you all! close your eyes please” you say still smiling wildly. Clint narrows his eyes at you while trying to lean around you and get a glimpse of the basket which you promptly take several steps back so he can’t see.

“what is is? You’re not gonna put a snake on me are you?” A couple feet away you here Thor whisper about how he loves snakes. Which makes your mind wonder back to a story he told you about Loki.

You scoff offendedly “No, you know I would never do that to you guys! Close them please! It took me so long to make them!” Clint was about to retort but with a quick elbow jab in his side from Nat he closes them. Waiting to make sure everyone’s eyes are closed and scolding Tony twice for trying to peek, you pull your basket out and move around to each team member depositing your gift on their head.

You take a step back to look at your team. After a few seconds of admiring your hard work you clap your hands together “okay! Done! You can open them!”

They all open their eyes and look at each other, You (not so) patiently stand by to see their reactions. Bruce pulls his off his head to inspect it. “You made us…flower crowns?” He says with a bit of confusion in his voice. “Yes! Aren’t they lovely? I made them all match your hero colors! Do you like them?”

At this point you’re practically bouncing up and down in excitement but part of you is nervous that they’ll think it’s silly. The nervousness fades away when Thor speaks up “Thank you lady y/n, I shall wear this with honor!” He boasts loudly. “You know I think mine is the biggest because I’m the best of course.” Tony adds.

Your smile gets brighter as each member of the team gives you compliments on your crowns. But of course it turns into an argument of whose is the prettiest or the biggest or whose flowers smell the best. You rolls your eyes affectionately as they continue to bicker.

This family is definitely not normal but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thanks for reading!

#avengers #avengers fanfic #avengers x y/n #avengers x you #avengers x reader #thor #tony stark #bruce banner #clint barton #natasha romanov #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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itsthestutterforme · 2 years

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Lost You 1/2 (Loki x black!reader)

Summary: sequel to Lost Memories

Notes: GIF is not mine, LOTS of angst, character death, mistakes are my own

Loki's hands never left yours the second you sat down next to him. It's been day two since you Asgard was blown to hell and you set off on ship. Thor and Valkyrie were discussing the game plan about where they're going to land and what they're going to when they get there.

His eyes scan the pages on the book he had in this lap. He presses a kiss on the back of your hand and looked to see your reaction. You had a book of your own that you were glued to but looked away once you felt his gaze on you.

You looked into his eyes for a moment and smiled before resuming on reading your book, making Loki's heart melt all over again. "I don't think I can ever get used to that," Valkyrie says as she spots you two. "Seeing what," Thor asks. "Seeing them happy." She answers.

"Well it's about time," Thor says with a smile. The moment was interupted by the ship being split in half. A ball of cosmic energy disintegrated anything and anyone in it's path. You stood from your spot to push people out of the way but Loki pulled you to the ground.

"Loki, let me go! I need to help them!" "You can't. You need to go." He says. Tears prick your eyes as you saw another body drop from cosmic ball burning off a limb or two. "You couldn't have helped them," "I could have tried,"

"Thor Odinson. I knew we would meet again." A baritone voice boomed. A beam came down and a massive purple man emerged with an even larger creature by his side.

"Portal away," Loki insisted softly, trying not the draw attention to his self. "Absolutely not. I'm not leaving you." "This isn't up for debate. Portal away now."

The creature used his hammer to kill everyone who tried to run away. Another skinnier creatures beamed down and used his scepter to do horrendous things to anyone it saw.

Women. Children. Your stomach wrenched at the sight because Loki was right. You couldn't save them all. It was times like these where you had to be level headed. "Distract the big guy, I'll find a way to catch him off guard."

"Y/N-" "You're wasting your breath by trying to convince me to leave. I'm staying." You cup his cheeks and press a slow kiss on his lips.

"I love you," he says breathlessly. "And I love you. Now get off of me so we can do this." "Sentiment," he shakes his head with a smile.

The smile soon left his face when he heard his name in the baratone voice. "Is this your girlfriend?" He adds. You both stand and Loki pushes you behind him. "You leave her be, Thanos." Loki states.

Thor is bloody and kneeling next to him. He had a gaunlet with two stones in it. Chills roll down your spine. You could sense the power from the gaunlet. "Where is the Tesseract?" Thanos asks, his eyes trained on Loki and your heart pattered in your chest.

"The Tesseract is gone. It burned with Asgard." Thor says with a pained groan. You heard more screams as your people continued to get slaughtered.

Your ears ring and the voice in your head was predominant. "Get them out of there. No matter the cost."

"No matter the cost," you repeat to yourself. "What was that?" Thanos asks and you stand confidently. "Thor is right, we don't have the Tesseract," you lied, you were with him when he stole it from the lair.

But one thing you absolutely knew you were good at was lying. That's why you and Loki were such great friends which soon turned to lovers.

"I understand why you're so close. She's coniving, just like you." Thanos used the power stone to pull you and Loki close to him.

He then used the stone to send a surge of power to Thor's brain, making him scream out in pain. Your balled hands were shaking in anger as you looked away from Thanos torturing Thor.

Instead you looked to Heimdall who nodded to you. He used the Bifrost to send Hulk away and you used that window to use a portal to grab nearby sword and stabbed Thanos in the neck.

Thanos temporarily stumbled and you help Thor stand up before shoving him towards Loki with enough forced for them both to fall. You had to be quick because you wouldnt get a chance like this again. You had to make it count.

You slice off a piece of your hair and slide it into your messenger bag. Throwing your bag into the air, you make a portal for them to fall into. You inhale sharply when you saw them safe on Earth. "I love you," Loki's eyes widen as he saw Thanos' minion pierce his scepter through your chest from behind.

"NO!" Loki yells. He tries to jump back on the ship but the portal closes. Streams of blood seeped out of your mouth and the creature sunk the scepter further into your chest, severing your heart. "I commend you." Thanos stands up and wipes the remaining blood off of his previousky injured skin.

"You would have been a great warrior for me," he thumb brushes against your cheek but you look passed him to the portal you created. They were safe. That was all that mattered.

"Are you seeing this or did I not get enough sleep?" Natasha asks as Thor and Loki fall through the glass table in the living room. Tony, Rhodey, Nebula and Rocket all rush to the living room at the sound of the crash.

Loki stood and frantically looked around the room for you to come. He hoped that you somehow found a way to escape and cheat death like the two of you always did.

Panic bloomed in his chest when you never showed. "I need to go back there, now!" "Make a portal! Somebody!" He yells. "She's gone, brother. I'm so sorry." Thor says, struggling to stand from the broken table.

"Wait a minute. Can someone please explain what's going on?" Steve asks, his eyes trained on Loki display an emotion he never saw on his before: geniune fear.

"Y/N! Come out right now!" Loki yells to the ceiling- to anyone for that matter. His body jerks when he felt a searing heat enveloping his chest.

You both casted a spell: if either of you dies, your crest would be seared into the other. That way, you'll know if you're actually dead or if you cheated death agiba.

He scramble to tear off his armor and shirt to see your crest of an eagle branded his chest in a onyx black tint. Falling to his knees, tears blur his vision as his heart shatters to pieces before everyone's eyes. "What's happening right now?" Rhodey asks.

"I'll explain later. Could we have to room please?" Thor asks. "Of course," Steve says and motions everyone to leave the room, him being last. The building's foundadion shook furiously with the wail growing deep in Loki's chest. "I'm so sorry brother,"

Thor kneels down next to him and cautiously put a hand on his shoulder. Loki doesn't move under the weight. Thor then pulls him in for a tight hug and Loki goes limp in his arms.

He allows this for thirty seconds before saying, "Enough of this." He stands from the floor and grabs your messenger bag before going to the highest floor in the building.

The group of confused Avengers walked back into the living room to see Thor wiping away some tears. "What happened?" Natasha asks. "It's Thanos. He's coming here. We need to prepare." "What? Do we know how far away he is?" Rhodey asks.

"He's getting the soul stone before coming to Earth to get the remaining two." Nebula explains. "Who has the stones?" Rocket asks. "Okay so we know that Vision has the mind stone. Who has the other stone?" Rhodey asks.

"Stephen Strange, he has the time stone." Tony says. "Alright but we can't just blow passed the fact that Loki was- I don't know what that was. Was that because of Thanos or what?" Rhodey stated.

"Loki, he- we lost a very close friend of ours. The love of his life. She sent us here through a portal before Thanos killed her right in front of us." Thor could barely make the words out. Steve's face softened at Thor's words.

He'd never think he'd ever relate to Loki by any means. But he knows what it feels to have someone you loved with all of your being, be torn from you. The building shook for a few second and they look outside to see the trees bend to the will of Loki's green illuminating magic.

Loki screams at the top of his lungs in pure anguish, berry red invading his face under the pressure. He brings your severed hair to his face, desperately for your scent. "Please come back," he croaks.

#loki x black!reader #loki laufeyson #black!reader #steve rogers #tony stark #marvel

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theymakehistorywrites · 2 years

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Young Gods: Loki x Fem!Reader Part One: Call It What You Want To

Scenario: Not only did Loki survive to help with the creation of New Asgard, he is also the primary advisor to the king and oversees the rebuilding of their culture. When he meets Y/N, a healer demigoddess from another culture who left everything behind to help the Asgardians, he isn't sure what to make of her. What he does feel is a magnetic pull towards her and a desire to show her what a trickster truly is like. Notes/Context: So this is set in late 2023, after the Snap is undone. All the events still occurred, just Loki was alive due to his seidr saving him. Thor still told Brunnhilde that she should be King of Asgard, which Loki supported as he no longer wanted a throne and finally feels he’s Thor’s equal as they’re both Brunnhilde’s advisors. He’s worked to make amends for what happened in NYC in 2012 due to his being brainwashed and under the influence of the scepter, but is still not a fan of Midgardians as forgiveness takes time. Beta’ing by and brainstorming done with singeart. Shout out to her for being an amazing writer and super helpful ❤️ Go read her stuff! High quality stuff! I haven’t written fanfiction since 2016 (six years ago), so please take it easy on me please. TW/CW: MCU typical violence; references to Loki’s neck being snapped by Thanos; the Snap, spoilers for Avengers Infinity War, Avengers Endgame, the Loki TV show and What If on Disney+; teasing, sensuality (chapter 2).

Beta’ing by and brainstorming done with singeart. Shout out to her for being an amazing writer and super helpful ❤️ Go read her stuff! High quality

I haven’t written fanfiction since 2016 (six years ago), so please take it easy on me please.

I researched Norse/Germanic myths to an extent, and they will be referenced throughout the fic. An example of a change I'll be making is "Frigga" is "Frigg", as "Frigga" is a merging of two Norse goddesses but Frigg is the goddess that is closer to what the MCU portrays as Loki's mother.

I've also never posted to this site, so if my tags suck, I apologize for that.

The sensual scene / ending will be in chapter two as to allow people who don't want to read that to avoid it. Chapter 3 will be post fade to black / the morning after

Along with that, this was originally Loki x my OC, but I edited it to be Loki x Reader. Any errors that are specific about the reader are from the original version with the OC and I apologize for missing it. Feel free to comment an error and I'll fix it ❤️

I was going to include King Brunnhilde and her queen Carol Danvers, but that deserves its own development and fic so I left it out for now. The same with the reader's reaction to Loki's Jotun form (going with What If's version of Jotun!Loki).

Diverges from the movies when Thanos "kills" Loki on the Asgardian ship. See the summary & author's notes for more

Gif credit to google search. Sorry I can't be more specific. I'm not sure what it is from unfortunately, I just googled "Tom Hiddleston kiss"

Your gaze was focused on the book you were reading, scanning the paragraphs quickly as you took notes. It was tricky, translating the runes and then making coherent notes from what you understood. The book covered a variety of topics on Asgardian culture, and you were working to learn as much as you could in order to help preserve it.

The book was a mixed bag, both detailing the colonization efforts of Asgard and Odin in particular, and the grand adventures the Asgardians would have on a regular basis. You found yourself focusing on a certain chapter in the second half of the book that spoke of Asgardian festivals. Interestingly enough, they actually did line up with those of Norse Midgardians.

It wasn’t your job to help with festivities, but you wished to better understand what exactly was being celebrated. The Spring Equinox-or to them Ostara, after the goddess- was soon approaching and you wanted to be prepared.

After a moment of just listening to the ambient sounds of the library around you, you nearly jumped when you suddenly registered next to you the presence of the Prince of New Asgard, Loki. He’d been the bane of your existence since you’d arrived in New Asgard - criticizing your work despite your success rate at healing those injured in the battle with Hela, mocking you for not knowing all of Asgardian custom…the list went on. He simply seemed to have something against you for reasons you couldn’t figure out.

“You know, I’m sure my brother would be happy to regale you with stories of how he celebrated the Spring Equinox on Asgard before becoming a ‘righteous’ Avenger,” Loki teased, sitting down beside you, much to your dismay. He didn’t seem to have as much respect for personal space as you did, but you had a feeling he specifically invaded yours knowing it would get a rise out of you.

“It is a fertility celebration, so who am I to judge what my brother would do back in the day?” Loki added with a laugh, aiming to taunt you. you scowled up at him, just wanting to get back to your research.

Loki was under the assumption that you had an interest in his brother, particularly due to the fact you would spend an hour with him every week just talking. He, due to your respecting Thor’s privacy, wasn’t aware that you were actually attempting to be a therapist for Thor. After over half his people were killed by either Hela or the Snap, the blond Asgardian needed emotional support to cope with his grief and guilt.

Your compassion towards him made Thor wish to spend his free time with you, and he often did, monopolizing yours. What Loki didn’t realize was that the situation was entirely platonic, and you had no interest in Thor in the way Loki was teasing you about.

“I doubt you skipped the festivities,” you retorted, turning the page in your notebook so that Loki couldn’t see what you’d written down. That particular section of the book was on how to honor Ostara, Freyja, and other deities associated with the Spring Equinox. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed about it, but you didn’t want Loki to know how much you cared about his adoptive culture and people.

Noticing your attempt to hide your notes, the trickster snatched the notebook out of your hands, much to your distress and dismay. He kept it out of your reach, using your height difference to his advantage.

“Return that!” you demanded, despite knowing you were out of place ordering around a prince.

“You seem to be focusing on the fertility aspect a good deal. Are you looking to bear a half Asgardian child?” Loki taunted as your face flushed a deep crimson, your hands balling into fists. You’d been focusing on that aspect due to its importance and the fact it overlapped with your mother’s domain in her pantheon.

“No, I am trying to better grasp your culture so I can be respectful of it,” you snapped, nearly getting the notebook away from Loki.

This statement made him stop and return the notes, a slightly puzzled look on his face.

“You’re not Asgardian, or even Jotun. You’re a Midgardian who happens to have a deity for a mother. Why do you care about preserving our culture?” His question was demanding, as if he were suspicious of your intentions. Aside from returning the notebook, Loki had also closed the space between you two even more as he awaited his answer.

“I plan on staying here in New Asgard as long as I’m helpful, so I thought I should better understand the people I’m helping so I can fit in better,” you explained, unsure as to why you were giving Loki an honest answer. Granted, the silver tongued deity would know if you were lying, so it wasn’t worth coming up with something.

Loki watched you for a moment before abruptly standing up and leaving the library.

Later that day, you found yourself with more free time after you'd taken care of some injured Asgardians. It turned out they’re not as invulnerable as believed. There were also the long term cases of course, where the Asgardians had barely survived making it onto the ship to escape.

For some reason, thinking about how Loki had brought the ship that saved the Asgardians from being exterminated made you flustered. He may have been a hero in that moment, but the rest of the time he was simply a thorn in your side. Yet…part of you hoped the rebirth aspect of the Spring Equinox would allow you to start over with Loki.

However, your earlier encounter made you question your plans. Loki just seemed so driven to annoy you, you weren't sure it was worth even trying. You’d always be civil, of course, but you wouldn’t try turning over a new leaf with him if he continued to show you his aggravating trickster side.

As you found yourself at the docks, you looked out on the relatively calm water. Sitting down after finding a dry spot of wood and wrapping your shawl tighter around your shoulders, you found yourself almost entranced by the gentle waves.

This was interrupted when that same mischievous presence made itself known again.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you asked dryly, turning away from the water to face Loki. Much to your surprise, you found him holding out a literal olive branch.

“I heard olive branches are ways of asking for peace on Midgard,” Loki explained as you took it from him cautiously in case it was a prank of some sort.

“They are,” you confirmed, looking it over before speaking again. It appeared safe, and you didn’t sense seidr on it, so you accepted it completely. “You want peace with me? No more hassling me at every turn?” you asked, raising a brow.

Loki gave you a smile, a real one, and nodded.

“You’ve become less fun to play with now that I know you’re practically becoming like the Norse peoples that used to worship us,” he said and shrugged, waving his hands to makemore olives appear as the branch glowed his trademark green.

You balked at the trickster deity, aghast by him implying you were worshiping him or any other high ranking Asgardian.

“I want to learn about your culture to be more sensitive to your people, not to…to worship anyone!” you stammered, your cheeks flush from irritation. “You’re off your rocker if you think I’m going to kneel and be subservient to anyone.”

Unfortunately, this just made Loki’s smile turn to a mischievous smile. The trickster deity stepped closer, eyeing the olive branch in your hands that you hadn’t outright rejected yet.

“Be honest, you were thrilled that I came to you to make amends,” Loki taunted, reaching and putting one of his hands over yours that was holding the olive branch. “You enjoy my tormenting you, since it makes you feel like you’re a part of New Asgard. The healing gives you purpose, but the attention from me -a god- is what makes your day.”

Your lips pursed as you glared up at Loki. The gentle physical gesture didn’t match his words, so you were unsure as to what to make of the situation. However, you didn’t pull away from him out of curiosity as to why he’d sink so low as to touch you. Suddenly, you had an idea and knew how to respond to Loki’s teasing.

“It isn’t that I enjoy you tormenting me, it is that you enjoy tormenting me. You’re intrigued by someone who doesn’t see you as either a monster for what you did over a decade ago or as some grand deity worthy of kneeling to. I confuse you, and it makes you obsessed with me,” you countered, using your free hand to pull his large hand from your smaller one. “Not to forget that I’m not solely mortal or divine, so I’m an oddity- something I think you can relate to.”

Apparently this struck a nerve, as Loki folded his arms over his chest and refused to meet your gaze, verifying what you said was right. You doubted he was intentionally revealing his feelings, but he was still doing so with his body language. Yet, for reasons you couldn’t yet place, you didn’t feel triumphant or as if you’d one-upped Loki. Instead, you found yourself lingering on the last thing you told him; that there was a commonality between the two of you.

“So what if you’re right?” Loki scoffed, now on the defensive, but unable to deny what you accused him of. “It won’t change that I will torment you, and that you will get flustered- either from enjoying the attention, or irritation. I care not,” he told you dismissively.

His tone put you over the edge, and you threw the olive branch into the water surrounding the docks. After standing back up, you turned your back to him and began walking back to your house.

You didn’t see the disappointment on Loki’s face but even if you had, you would have written it off as him being disappointed that you wouldn’t play his games rather than the actual reason. Loki had provoked you in hopes that you would confess that you did enjoy his attention, as he enjoyed giving it to you. It all simply came out in a way that he now understood you didn’t enjoy.

Loki was accustomed to having to act out in order to get noticed, but it didn’t seem to work with you, which did indeed confuse him. How else was he to get your attention if taunting you didn’t work? He’d write his confusion off as you being a mortal, but you were as divine as he was.

He watched you walk away, your gait and tense shoulders initially revealing your frustration but soon going back to your usual, calm energy. Like ships passing in the night, Loki also missed a sign from you, not picking up on your momentary hesitation, your almost turning around before deciding against it.

~A few hours later, at the docks~

You’d returned to the docks after cooling off, doubting that Loki had remained there. As predicted, you had been alone except for those who lived on houseboats tied to the docks. Much to your surprise, you’d found the olive branch alive and still floating in the water when you returned.

Bending down and hiking up your skirts, you reached into the water and retrieved the olive branch. It had meant something when Loki first gave it to you, but his words had soured the moment.

“I was hoping you’d come back for it,” a voice said, causing you to whip around so quickly you nearly fell into the water. Seeing that it was Loki, you just stared at him, waiting for the taunting and teasing to begin. Much to your surprise, Loki’s expression was a kind one and his next words were far from taunting or teasing.

“I meant it -mean it- in the way mortals do. A peace offering… ” Loki began, his body language showing that he felt…nervous. He was not accustomed to a person making him nervous in such a way. Fear for his safety? That he knew. But nervousness about a woman was foreign to the silver tongued deity.

You were taken aback and tilted your head at Loki.

“Then why did you say what you said?” you asked. “If you had been genuine with your words, it would have made your actions more believable.”

Loki reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck, looking down to the side. You had a point. Rather than acknowledge it, though, Loki looked at the setting sun before finally looking at you again.

“Let me walk you to your house,” Loki offered, “we can talk on the way there. It’s getting dark and even in New Asgard, no one should walk alone at night.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at what seemed to be an attempt at chivalry, but instead nodded and accepted Loki’s offer.

“Thank you,” you told Loki quietly, taking the elbow he offered to link with yours. You were surprised by how warm Loki was, even through his layers of clothing and leather jacket.

“You were right,” Loki sighed, walking with you at a slower pace than he usually did, your height difference causing a variance in gait. “You interest me because we are alike,” he continued, stopping there much to your dismay. You wanted him to elaborate on what he meant- both by interest and by what he thought your similarities were. You looked up at Loki, tilting your head slightly as you were curious as to where he was going with this confession.

“Elaborate please,” you requested, unlinking your arms so you could turn to face him. Your slight head tilt remained as you waited for the Asgardian prince to spill his guts to you or continue to play games. It seemed like there was a fifty/fifty chance of either happening.

Sighing, Loki reached out and held his hand near your shoulder, awaiting consent to touch you. You gave a small nod, still waiting for him to say what he meant by the two of you being alike.

“You’re far kinder than I am. However, you have a compassion for the Asgardian people that I share,” he began, earning a slightly confused look from you.

Of course they both cared for the Asgardian people. That couldn’t be the only reason.

“We care for them despite not being truly like them. I’m a frost giant and you’re a demigoddess,” he added, having a point. You were starting to guess what Loki would say as he continued to dig himself into a bit of a hole. “You weren’t raised with them, yet you wear yourself out on a daily basis making sure the Asgardians are healthy and acclimating to Midgard,” Loki continued.

Your cheeks warmed at this compliment- you could tell by Loki’s tone that it was meant to be one.

“You know, I only ever wanted to be equal to Thor, and now I’m content being King Brunnhilde’s advisor. Being listened to, finally, feels incredible,” Loki told you, going a bit off track from his explaining how you were alike. “You seem content being a healer, despite the fact you have so much potential. I know what your domain is- I figured it out when you tended to my lingering neck pain from Thanos’s attempt on my life,” the god explained, causing you to feel a bit unnerved. You kept your domain a secret because some people considered it dark and evil. You had dominion over pain, both relieving and giving it.

“You don’t judge me for it?” It just slipped out. You couldn’t help but wonder.

“No. How could I when you’re the first non-Asgardian to accept me and be willing to help me? The few novice Asgardian healers around here still hold a grudge against me and refused to help me with the pain of my neck being broken. Not to mention we’re both outsiders when it comes down to it,” Loki responded. “Yet we’re both desperate to be accepted. It’s probably why you don’t truly hate me tormenting you.”

You searched Loki’s face, wondering what he’d say next as it didn’t feel right for you to respond yet. He was right, much to your chagrin.

“I enjoy tormenting you because I enjoy your company, and truthfully you leave me baffled as to how to give you attention in a manner you’d genuinely enjoy. To show you that at least I accept you in New Asgard.”

You blinked at the tall deity in shock, genuinely wondering how you could be confusing to a deity who had a good thousand years of lifetime to learn how to make friends.

“I’d love to claim that I’m some complex being, but really I’m like most others when it comes to how to befriend me,” you told Loki. “Smiles, small talk, discussing Asgardian culture… that’d be a start.”

Much to your surprise, Loki laughed at the suggestions, giving you a small smile.

“You don’t seem to realize what kind of attention I wish to give you,” Loki explained once he stopped laughing. He closed the space between the two of you, his hand going down your arm and stopping once it reached yours. The deity lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing the top of it.

Your eyes widened, but you didn’t retract your hand. Instead, you allowed Loki to give you the show of, well, affection.

“I admit to being clueless as to how to court a Midgardian, but I hope that made my intentions clear,” Loki said with a chuckle.

The red hues of the sunset didn’t help to hide the flush of your cheeks at Loki’s words. He noticed, reaching his free hand up to poke your nose. A smile was tugging at his lips, realizing that you weren't rejecting him. He truthfully had expected a slap across the face and for the resident demigoddess to avoid any and all interactions with him.

The two of you were not at your house yet, despite it being close to the docks, yet he still closed the gap between you as he said: “So you don’t seem to hate me…”

Loki trailed off, his tone teasing in a playful manner, not dropping your kissed hand but letting it hang next to his at your sides.

You hadn’t pulled away from him still, seeming outwardly unphased by Loki’s closeness. In truth, your heart was racing. All that teasing and taunting had been Loki’s childish form of courting you this entire time, or most of the time you’d been in New Asgard.

You were still a bit confused about how a deity over a thousand years old couldn’t figure out how to properly flirt, but the shift in Loki’s behavior made you think he’d intentionally been playing games to test your tolerance. You could tell Loki craved validation and attention, but he didn’t know how to get it in positive ways due to the abuse he’d suffered, so he acted out.

In the hand that wasn’t brushing against his, you still held the olive branch. “I’m guessing you can tell I accept this…accept you,” you commented quietly, grasping his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Waving his free hand, an emerald glow covered the two of you, and you realized Loki had teleported with you to your house.

“I thought I’d guarded against anyone being able to do that,” you muttered, not too upset at the moment though, and Loki seemed to not hear -or didn’t want to get into it- and ignored your comment.

“I figured we should have privacy to discuss…” He trailed off, uncertain as to what word to use.

“Us?” you completed his sentence, gesturing between the two of you with the hand holding the olive branch. You set it down on the coffee table in the living room, waiting for Loki to say more. He was the one wanting privacy after all, so he should be the one to speak first.

“Yes, us. Whatever you want us to be,” Loki nodded, earning a glare from you.

“Don’t make me define us. I only just found out you don’t despise me,” you pointed out.

Loki sighed, realizing you were right and that you needed to have a proper discussion.

“Well, you know I wish to court you. It is a matter as to if you accept that or not,” he explained. “I do not know about Midgard, but in New Asgard, women have a say in their courtship.”

You couldn’t help but find Loki’s lack of knowledge of Earth women a bit amusing, and held back a chuckle at his comment.

“It depends on the culture and country’s laws, but I come from a country where women usually have a say,” you explained, trying to ignore the lack of distance between you.

Loki simply nodded, taking in the new information.

“So I am free to court you if you consent to it?” Loki inquired, raising a brow as he looked down at you. The flush of your cheeks hadn’t faded- if anything it had worsened.

You raised a hand to put on Loki’s chest, feeling his heartbeat through his leather jacket.

Loki prepared to step back from you, assuming you were going to push him away, but you kept your hand there.

“Does your heart racing mean you actually want to, and this isn’t still some game of yours?” you asked, copying the raised brow Loki had given you a moment ago.

Loki couldn’t help his playful look at your question.

“You’re the expert on anatomy, you tell me,” he retorted, causing your eyes to widen at the suggestiveness of Loki’s words.

You had to glance away, covering your face with the hand that had been on Loki’s chest as you were too embarrassed to meet his gaze. That is, until you realized you were in control at the moment.

“You do want to court me,” you began as an observation. “But even with asking for my consent, you’re scared to because I could leave at any time. New Asgard isn’t my home, or you think I’ve yet to see it as such. It’s fair to fear losing someone when you finally get close.”

Loki blinked at you, a bit taken aback by the astute analysis of his position. You were right, which threw him. He didn’t know how to respond, unable to deny what you said, but he didn’t want to admit that you were right either.

Rather than respond with words, Loki decided the best course of action was to take advantage of the consent you had given him and leaned into you. He was closing your height gap, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek chastely. His green eyes met yours, waiting to get a sign of approval to kiss you. His intention was obvious, and you gave a small nod along with your eyes showing that your answer was a definite yes.

#loki #loki x reader #loki x fem!reader #loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston #loki odinson #marvel #MCU #loki imagine

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mimisempai · 3 years

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This scene from the first episode is so masterfully played.

Loki who accepts the reality and is so devastated, who exudes the sadness of being the slave of his destiny.

And Mobius who has so much compassion. On the second gif the expression he has in reaction to what Loki’s got me every time.

And that line when Loki says he's a villain.

"That's not how I see it."

It says so much. 🥲

#loki #mobius m mobius #lokius rights #loki x mobius #moki #wowki #loki spoilers #loki series #Episode 1

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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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Gold Writing

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When a charming, handsome stranger gives you inspiration for the first time in weeks, you try to guess what it is he’s famous for in exchange for his name. Warnings: none at all :) A/N: Just a little idea I’d been toying around with for a bit. Enjoy :)

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Disclaimer: Gif and picture not mine

It was an uncharacteristically warm day for this time of year in New York City. Or so you’d been told, anyway. You had been living here for three months, tops; not really long enough to have a feel for the weather patterns. Either way, you were grateful for the sun’s rays coating your face, bathing you in their heat.

You turned your face away from the sky and down towards the sketchbook in your lap. It had been your hope that Central Park might inspire you, but you were still having artist’s block. It was at least better than being cooped up in your apartment all day. You didn’t really know anyone yet, save for your old friend who you had moved in next to. If it hadn’t been for them encouraging you, you probably never would have packed up and moved. They’d promised to introduce you to some people they knew, too, so you wouldn’t get lonely. Sadly, the scheduling never worked out.

And so, here you were, alone on a bench. Looking at all the couples and families and friends bustling and laughing around you, you thought you might be the only person all by yourself on this Saturday afternoon. Well, no, not the only one, you realized, spying a raven-haired man on a bench not too far away. His nose was buried in a book, a few locks of his shiny, dark hair falling out of his bun and framing his face. He looked familiar, but not in a "you knew him" sort of way. More in that you thought he might be famous somehow. No one else seemed to notice him, though.

You glanced back down at the empty pages, waiting to be filled by the strokes of your pencil. Then you looked back at the mystery man again, scooting a little closer to the end of your bench. Without really thinking about it, your deft fingers picked up your standard 2B pencil and began to sketch.

Starting with the sharp lines of his jaw, you moved onto his hair that intrigued you so. You don’t think you’d ever seen another person with hair that dark a color. Trying to get every last detail right, you kept glancing up and down. By the time you were onto the shading, you were certain that you had seen him somewhere before. The next time you glanced up, he was gone, and a frown settled on your features as you looked left and right, searching for the only subject to inspire you in days.

“It is a lovely drawing, darling,” a smooth baritone voice with a British accent said from behind you, “but I do not really think that is my best angle.”

You squeaked in surprise and dropped your sketchbook. The man somehow managed to reach out in front of you and catch it. He came to sit next to you, and as he walked around the bench, you realized just how tall he was.

“I think you dropped this,” he said with a charming smile, handing your sketchbook to you.

“I, uh, yeah. I did,” you stammered, hating how you couldn’t be as suave as him. Plus, he was unfairly good looking. “Thank you. And, um, sorry. About, you know, drawing you.”

“On the contrary, darling, there is no need to apologize. I am quite happy to have my likeness captured in such a flattering light,” he chuckled, taking off his sunglasses and revealing his brilliant blue-green eyes. “Really, I should be thanking you.”

With all the small details you were gathering, it felt like his name was on the tip of your tongue. Infuriatingly enough, you still couldn’t place it. You didn’t think he was a singer, that didn’t feel right. Though you did feel like his mesmerizing voice would be well suited to it. So, a well-known author, perhaps? He had been reading, after all. But you were woefully behind on your own reading list, so you had a feeling it wasn’t that either. You briefly wondered what even happened to the book he’d had; it was nowhere on him, almost like he’d stored it in some pocket of space.

“Oh,” you finally responded, nervously laughing. “You’re welcome, in that case. And thank you. For the compliments, I mean.”

“Ah, you are very welcome, too. It is not often I meet such a talented artist.” He somehow managed to sprawl out on the somewhat uncomfortable park bench, his long legs spread wide. It wasn’t indecent, exactly, but it somehow felt like it was. His arms were resting on the back of the seat so that, had you been leaning back, one of them would have been wrapped around your shoulder. “I do somehow find it hard to believe I was the most interesting thing in the vicinity, however. Though, I suppose I am rather flattered by that notion, too.”

His mischievous grin sent pleasant shivers down your spine. “Well, when inspiration strikes,” you anxiously chuckled with a shrug. Your nerves were still telling you he was about to get mad at any second.

“I do suppose that is true.” He cocked his head at you in the most adorable way. “Then I am honored to provide you with it.”

You suddenly felt even warmer than you had before, but you knew it had nothing to do with the sun anymore, but rather was from this enrapturing stranger. Though, this man’s smile certainly rivaled the sun.

“I hope you don’t mind my asking,” you began, “but you seem awfully familiar. You don’t happen to be famous, do you?”

“Oh, so you have not yet figured it out, then. I had been wondering. I suppose that, yes, I could be considered famous.”

When he didn’t say anything else, you continued, “Can I get a name then? I’m afraid I don’t really keep up with pop culture all that much.”

“Well, I suppose I could tell you my name.” His grin somehow grew to be even more mischievous. “But where is the fun in that? Besides, I am afraid you might start treating me differently if you knew.”

“Ok, that’s fair.” A spark of excitement lit behind your eyes as you got an idea and turned to face the captivating stranger. “How about this, I get three guesses about what it is you’re known for. If I get it right, you have to tell me your name. If not, then it can stay a mystery forever, if you want it to.”

“A most intriguing proposition. Alright, I accept. First guess?”

“Hang on,” you said, putting up your hand. “If I only get three guesses, I feel like it would be fair if I got to talk to you for a bit longer, at least. Unless I’m holding you up from something, of course.”

“I have time to spare, darling.” He stood up and offered you his hand. “Join me on a walk?”

An easy dialogue flowed between you as you strolled through the park. The way the light was illuminating his features made your hands itch to sketch him again. That reminded you to ask about his book, which he pulled out from seemingly nowhere.

“Hang on,” you said, getting your first idea. “Are you like a-a magician or a, um, an illusionist or something?”

“Well, it is interesting that you mention that. Magic is more a hobby than anything else,” he replied. “But not what I am known for, per se. Two guesses left.”

You frowned and flipped through the pages of the book he’d handed you. Hoping he’d made some kind of foolish error, you checked the covers for his name. No such luck. Absorbed in your hunt for clues, you weren’t paying attention to the world around you. Your companion suddenly grabbed you and jerked you to a stop. A ball whizzed past your head. If you’d kept walking, it surely would have hit you.

“You really should be more careful,” he playfully tsked. Then he grew more serious as he gently turned your head, checking for injuries. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, feeling flustered from the attention of his piercing gaze. He also felt surprisingly cool for how warm out it was. You looked up at him and saw him raising his eyebrows as if he didn’t believe you. “I’m fine, really,” you added more convincingly. “Just my pride that’s wounded, I guess. But you stopped me in time. So, thank you.”

“It was no problem, darling,” he replied as you set off on the path again. “After all, I can’t have you getting hurt before you finish guessing, now can I?”

Again, you giggled, simultaneously loving and hating how he had that effect on you. “No, I guess not.”

“So, have you found whatever it is your looking for in my book?”

Glancing down at the page you had open, you saw it was the story of Rumpelstiltskin. How ironic. You tried to forge a connection between the book of fairytales and this man in your mind, but were coming up empty. Unless, of course, he was going to the source material for some reason, like he was preparing for a role.

“An actor!” you said, feeling sure you’d gotten it now. You’d definitely felt like you’d seen him on your TV screen before. Plus, he was definitely handsome enough for it. “That’s got to be it.”

“While I have appeared on television before, that is still incorrect, darling. One guess remaining.”

Oh how you wanted to wipe that smug yet ridiculously captivating grin from his face. Maybe with a kiss... Nope, no. That was ridiculous; you just met him. Besides, he was famous. Why on God’s green earth would he be interested in you as anything more than an entertaining encounter to pass the afternoon? So, you’d just have to do it with the right guess. You put your thinking cap on.

“Ok, well if you were on TV but aren’t an actor, maybe it was in an interview,” you thought out loud, gauging his reaction. You were excited, but also sad that your game was coming to a close. He’d surely leave after, whether you got it right or not. You supposed you could always try to look it up once you got home, if you couldn’t guess correctly. At least it would make for a fun story then. “I suppose there’s reality shows too, but that doesn’t quite seem your style. And, I guess you could be doing the interviewing—like a reporter or something—but that doesn’t sit quite right either. Sports! They televise sports. Plus I’m not really a fan, so I could believe I’ve heard of you but not totally recognize you. So, my final guess is athlete.”

“And you are certain that is your final guess?” He had a wonderful poker face and gave away nothing as to whether or not it was right. “Last chance to turn back.”

You appraised him, thinking he looked like he could be an athlete. And maybe it was some reverse psychology, trying to get you to abandon the correct guess. You didn’t really have any better ideas, anyway.

“Yes?”

“So sorry, but that is incorrect. And you are regretfully out of guesses, darling.”

“Of course it's not,” you sighed. He seemed genuinely saddened by how dismayed you seemed, so you perked up. “It was fun, though. So I, uh, I guess I won’t hold you up any longer.”

“You are correct; this was quite fun. Unfortunately, I do have another arrangement to get to,” he said in a way that made you believe he was actually upset over it. “How about that sketch that started this all, though? That one you made of me?”

“What of it?” you asked.

“May I buy it off of you?”

Your mouth formed a surprised little circle. “I mean, you can honestly have it for free. It is an unsolicited picture of you, after all. I wouldn’t feel right accepting your money for it.”

“Nonsense, I am only offering a small amount, anyway. Say, the price of a cup of coffee?”

You smiled at your feet as you caught onto what he was saying. It made your insides feel fuzzy. Maybe you wouldn’t accept, though. After all, you still didn’t know who he was. But if you were to go on a date, then certainly he would tell you.

“Sure,” you agreed. “I would love that.”

You tore out the sketch and handed it to him. In exchange, he gave you his card and said to call him to set a time and place. You glanced down at the small paper in your hands, not yet reading it. By the time you looked back up, he was already gone. With your handsome stranger nowhere to be found, you went to actually read his information. Unable to contain your surprise, not to mention shock at how foolish you were, you gasped, and your jaw hung open.

Gold writing on a green card held the secret you’d been trying to find the answer to all afternoon. Of course he was an Avenger, a hero. You ran your fingers over his name, a small smile forming on your lips. You quickly punched the contact into your phone and headed off in the direction of your apartment.

“Well, I’m glad this isn’t goodbye, Loki Laufeyson,” you mused to yourself, relishing in the way his name rolled off your tongue. “I’ll see you soon.”

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