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cozy-the-overlord · 7 months

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Free Fall

Summary: Tony Stark arranges for an Avengers Teambuilding Day at a local amusement park. Loki had been hoping to avoid it -- he's had enough thrills to last a lifetime, he has no desire to seek out more -- but you and your endearing enthusiasm for roller coasters convince him to come along. However, the free fall drop tower you start out with turns out to be a bit more thrilling than he bargained for.

Word Count: 3,482

Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: Drags self out of the grave and awkwardly waves

So it's been a minute since I posted lol. Those of you who follow may be aware that I recently graduated from college with the Final Semester From Hell that involved my computer hard drive dying on me in class and causing me to lose not only forty pages of my honors thesis two weeks before it was due, but also almost every WIP I had been working on in the past four years because I am an idiot who chronically forgets to back things up :D I did make it through college, but between stress, burnout, depression, and the death of any motivation to work on anything because of having to restart from the beginning for all of my projects, I went a while without writing anything. But I'm slowly getting back into it -- I have several projects in the works and I'm hoping to get back to posting more regularly. This fic was a short piece that I had started prior to the computer death that I had a lot of physical notes on so they weren't lost when my hard drive decided to yeet itself into the sun. I'm not entirely happy with it, but honestly it feels so good to finally finish something that I don't care.

Anyways, sorry for the obnoxious A/N. Thank you so much for reading!

Warnings: PTSD, flashbacks, panic attack, a bit of motion sickness?

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Standing in the shadow of the great tower, heart thudding in his throat, Loki is suddenly aware that he’s made an enormous mistake.

Next to him, Stark whistles. “This is what you usually start with?”

You grin up at the spire, a massive construction of electric green cutting through the cloudless sky. Two elevators, one on either side, are creeping slowly up the length of the tower. They linger at the top for just a moment before plunging back down to Earth, their occupants screaming. Loki feels ill just watching, but you’re practically vibrating in place. “It’s good to get the blood pumping.”

He can’t bring himself to look at you.

It’s your fault that he’s here. Loki hadn’t planned to come today at all. A day spent outside in the sweltering summer sun, following Stark’s gaggle of misfits onto various machines designed to fling mortals from side to side to simulate the feeling of a near death experience? Loki couldn’t imagine anything more torturous. Thor’s begging and cajoling received nothing in response. No, he hadn’t the slightest intention of coming today, not until last night, when he came across you restocking the main refrigerator.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” you had asked as you arranged rows of Red Bull on the top shelf. “I can’t wait to take you guys around Rapid Rails—I’ve been begging Mr. Stark to do a teambuilding day there ever since he hired me.”

Your eagerness caught him off guard— as Stark’s personal assistant, you had been present at all of his godforsaken teambuilding events, but Loki had never known you to be particularly excited about any of them. “I … I wasn’t aware you had such an attachment to it.”

“Oh yeah—I grew up just down the street from there!” You beamed at him, breaking down the cardboard box you had used to carry the cans. “We used to have season passes – they were way cheaper when I was a kid – and we’d just go there to hang out all the time. Gosh it was so fun. And now I get to go for work!” You let out a merry laugh. “I guess some things never change, right?”

Loki huffed a soft chuckle. He had never seen you like this before, practically bubbling over in excitement. It was … rather endearing. “I suppose not.”

“You are coming, right? Thor said you hadn’t made up your mind yet.”

Were the circumstances different, Loki might have scoffed. Hadn’t made up your mind yet—Norns, his brother lived in denial. Instead though, he hesitated. “I … I’m afraid I hadn’t planned on it.”

“Really?” The way your face fell actually hurt his chest. “Why not?”

“I—” He glanced away, pressing his lips together. “I’m not sure I’m one for your roller coasters,” he said, finally. “You’d likely have a better time without me there.” It was an attempt at lightheartedness, but you only seemed more disappointed.

“Oh, that’s not true at all! I was really looking forward to—” you stopped suddenly, and when Loki looked up again, you were biting your lip with a nervous laugh. “I mean, it would be really fun if you came with us. But it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“I suppose I could come, if you so desire.” He hoped he sounded nonchalantly cool, and that you couldn’t see the way his heart fluttered at the idea that you might want him there. “I wouldn’t wish to let you down.”

“Oh, I mean—” You looked away, the light from the refrigerator silhouetting your frame. “I don’t want to force you, if you don’t want to. You shouldn’t do it just for me.”

“No, I …” He inhaled, then smiled. “I think I would like to join you.”

And so here he is, at the base of this great metal monstrosity, intently studying the sign outside of the line entrance to avoid Thor’s knowing smirk. His brother has never worn self-satisfaction well.

DEATH DROP: THE TALLEST AND FASTEST DROP TOWER ON THE EAST COAST

The description is illustrated with a photograph of two people strapped to their seats, mouths wide in mid-scream as their hair flies every which way. Loki lets out a shaky exhale as he reads. The tower, it claims, is 400 feet tall. It reaches top speeds of 85 miles per hour. The ride itself lasts about 90 seconds in total. The measuring stand besides the entrance indicates that participants must be at least 48 inches tall.

400 feet. That doesn’t sound too terrible, he tells himself. The concept of a foot as a unit of measurement is still something he struggles to wrap his head around, but he knows that Stark Tower stands at over a thousand. So that’s not too bad. 400 feet would be a drop in the bucket, really, compared to …

No. He pushes the thought down, back into the dark recesses of his memory. None of that. Not today.

Stark smirks at him. “You’re looking green, Tommy Wiseau.”

Loki swallows, straining to maintain his stiff mask of composure. It’s bad enough to have Stark reveling in his discomfort, but now you’re looking over at him too, brow furrowed in concern, and he wishes he could melt away on the spot. “I’m quite fine.”

“Of course he is!” Thor booms, slapping his shoulder with a hearty thwack that does nothing for Loki’s stomach. “We’ve fallen from much higher heights, haven’t we, brother?”

Weightless. Breathless. Engulfed by inky nothingness, the air so thin he can’t even scream —

Loki’s smile hurts. “Yes, very true.”

“You don’t have to go, Loki,” you interject. “It’s totally okay— I have friends who love roller coasters and refuse to touch this ride. It’s a lot.”

He knows you mean it as reassurance, but he can’t stand the way you’re looking at him, as if he were a frightened child, too fragile to be brought along. Are you regretting having convinced him to change his mind? Do you feel that he’s only holding you back? Somehow, the idea that you no longer want him here is almost as sickening as the thought of the fall.

Loki huffs a breath. No. He will prove himself worthy of your coaster. “I assure you, I am fine.” His voice is more strained than he’d prefer it to be. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?”

…

The attendant seems rather starstruck as he ushers the group onto the ride—he stumbles and stammers through the explanation of the seating arrangements and the harness. Loki’s not really listening as he follows you to the left side of the cart, trying not to ignore the buzzing that seems to be settling behind his ears.

You smile up at him. “Would you rather sit on the side or in the middle?”

He frowns. “Does it make a difference?”

“Well, personally I don’t think so, but I know some people who get scared of heights think it’s easier to sit in the middle.”

“I’m not scared of heights.” The words come out far too quickly to sound believable, and he curses inwardly at himself. “I can sit on the side.”

“Are you sure?” You eye him uncertainly. “It’s okay if you—"

“I’m quite capable of managing such a seat.” He sits before you have the chance to question him again.

The seat is rather tight—Loki wonders if that’s intentional, or if it’s simply built with a smaller frame in mind. In the cart off to the right, he can hear Thor fumbling about with the attendant, and he chuckles despite himself. If he’s finding it to be a bit of a squeeze, he can’t imagine the troubles his bulky brother must be having.

It’s a momentary reprieve from his darker thoughts, and Loki is actually smiling when you warn him to sit back against the seat.

“The harness is going to be coming down soon.”

“What?”

You motion to the contraption above the cart, two plastic green masses shaped like upside down u’s that hover above your heads like the top of a clam shell. “It sits over you and keeps you from flying out of the cart.” You let out a small laugh. “It’s like the harnesses on the Quinjets, but way less cool. They also have little handles that you can hold on to if you want.”

Loki is eyeing the harnesses uncertainly. “What do you mean they’ll be coming down soon?”

“You used to have to pull it down yourself, but they have it all programmed now.” A great mechanical creak cracks through the air, and you press yourself against the back of the seat. “Oh, here it comes now!”

He frowns, mimicking your movement to sit as far back as he can. The green restraint descends slowly over his head, with a metallic groan that does not give him much faith in the construction of this monstrosity. He expects it to stop once it was hovering over his torso, but it continues until it’s pressed snuggly against his chest, pinning him to the seat. The attendant is saying something over the intercom, but Loki barely registers it over the feeling of the restraint. It’s … it’s not a painful sensation, but the firmness with which it holds … he’s been restrained before. Little flames of memory spark in the corners of his mind, flames he can’t seem to douse no matter how hard he tries.

Get it off. Get it off. Get it off.

He gives an apprehensive tug on the metal handles that now rest on either shoulder, a tug which quickly turns into a hard yank. The harness does not move. His mouth has gone dry.

“Loki?” you’re frowning at him, your head only barely visible through your own harness. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You’re not bothered by the restraint. Of course you aren’t—how many times did you say you’ve ridden this ride? It’s fine. It’s fine. Goodness, what must you think of him, seeing him panic over the safety harness that you’ve worn hundreds of times before for fun? He nods his head, shaking away the feelings and memories and emotions and all the other thoughts that he wishes he could just wash down the drain …

“Are you sure—?”

“Perfectly,” he spits, but it comes out more snappishly than he intended, and you recoil with a look on your face that makes him despise himself.

I shouldn’t be allowed to speak.

“And enjoy your ride!” the attendant finishes with a flourish, and the thick metal cranking is all the warning you get before the cart begins to lift off from the ground. Loki’s heart jumps to his throat, pounding so fast he can’t make out the separate beats.

“This part is the scariest bit,” you yell at him over the grinding of machinery. “The anticipation kills me!”

Loki inhales. The elevator continues to rise, inching up slowly along the spire, the ground beneath their feet melting into miniature. This is alright, he tells himself. If this is the worst part of the experience, then he’ll be just fine. There’s nothing particularly frightening about it—he spoke the truth when he told you that he had never been bothered by heights. It’s all perfectly fine.

Perfectly. Fine.

Norns, they’re still going up. He risks a glance at the track above him—surely they must be close now? The movement makes him queasy, and he quickly turns back to face straight ahead. His knuckles are white from clutching the handles. The harness is digging into his chest and it takes all of his self-control not to rip it off. The elevator stutters—is this it? His breath catches, but no, they’re still going up. They seem to be slowing down though, don’t they? Or is that only his imagination?

I’m going to be ill.

They’ve stopped. That’s not in his head. Everything seems frozen in place. Why did he agree to do this? Loki presses his eyes closed. Any moment now. Any moment …

Still nothing.

His chest aches. He may have forgotten to breathe. Why have they stopped? Is something wrong? Loki turns to you—you look ecstatic, eyes crinkled with elation, mouth wide in an open grin.

“When is it going to—”

You drop.

The world goes silent. He feels it, that awful sensation in his stomach as the line goes slack and colors rush before his eyes in a blur until it all fades to darkness, airlessness, weightlessness, his lungs burning and drowning on the empty void of space—he’s falling, he’s falling again, he’s falling again oh please Norns not again—

There’s ground beneath his feet. He’s not sure where it came from. His knuckles ache. You’re talking – to him? He’s not sure, he only barely can make out your voice …

“Loki? The harness is coming up. Can you let go?”

He’s still clinging to the handles. Can he let go? He’s not sure. His body feels like lead. He pries his fingers from the metal tube and the pressure against his chest vanishes with a woosh over his head.

“There you go.” Your voice is soft, encouraging, closer than he remembered. He looks up to find you kneeling on the ground before him. You flash a nervous smile. “You alright?”

He’s not sure what to say. His instinct is to apologize, insist that yes, of course, he’s quite alright, he didn’t mean to give any impression to the contrary, everything is fine, but the words catch in his throat.

stars melting together smothering his last breath

Loki lets out a shuddering breath, settles for a nod.

“What’s the hold-up?” Stark calls out. “Barton and Romanov are waiting with the kids on the other side of the park.”

“We’re just taking a break for a minute!” Your reply is hurried. “You guys can go on, we’ll meet you there.”

“Is something wrong?” Thor sounds concerned, and—oh great—now both him and Stark are walking over to their cart. “Loki? What happened?”

“I—” But words, so often his steadfast ally, seem to be failing him right now. What happened? He has no answer; at least, none that his brother would accept. For nothing had happened, not really, and yet that was enough to send him spiraling through the fabric of reality.

He hates this. He hates feeling so weak.

Stark is chuckling. “If I knew that this was all it took to shut him up, I would have rented this place out sooner—”

Enough.

Loki forces himself to stand – far too quickly, his stomach churns at the movement, but he swallows the bile in his throat. He needs to get away. It doesn’t matter how, but he needs to not be with them. Besides him, you scramble to your feet too.

“I’m well.” His voice doesn’t sound right—it feels foreign, and thick like syrup, nothing like his own. “You may go on without me.”

“Are you certain?” Thor is frowning. “We can wait—”

Please don’t.

“I’m certain. I just need to sit for a moment.”

“There’s a bench nearby!” You’ve taken on the same cheery inflection typical of your working voice, and it adds a sense of normalcy to a distinctly abnormal situation. He’s grateful for it. “I can show you where!”

Both Stark and his brother seem reluctant to leave, but you insist that it’s fine. “I’ll call you if anything changes.”

He feels slightly steadier as he follows you to the bench—it’s just a wooden thing on the side of the concrete path, across from what appears to be a diner of some sort. You mumble something about going to get water. It’s a relief when you turn away, so you don’t see how he collapses against the seat.

There’s ground beneath his feet. Loki closes his eyes, focuses on that. There’s ground beneath my feet. The asphalt is firm, hot with the summer sun, anchoring him to reality. He lets out a breath. It feels safe.

Unless, of course, it crumbles beneath your step and flings you back into the abyss –

“Hey.” He jerks up at the sound of your voice, and the suddenness causes you to jump as well. You shift apologetically, standing in front of him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Loki swallows. How did he not hear you come up? “You didn’t.” Although it must be obvious that you did. At least you’re kind enough to allow him the lie.

You offer him a plastic cup. It’s a flimsy thing, but quite cold, relieving against his feverish skin. He takes it with a mumbled thanks, pretending he doesn’t notice how you’re studying him with a quiet sort of concern.

“Are you feeling better?” you ask after a moment.

Loki bites down on the inside of his cheek, relishing the way it stings. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just – I mean – ” you glance down, tugging at your shirt sleeve. “I get panic attacks too.”

“I don’t—” But he stops himself, stops the urge to argue. Gives a gentle nod instead. “I’m well, thank you. I just … I need a moment to catch my breath.”

“I’m sorry …” You look away guiltily. “Death Drop is kind of a lot – we shouldn’t have done that first.”

“It’s not that. I –” He wants to explain to you. He wants you to know that he’s not usually like this—he never used to be like this, he’s strong and steady and perfectly capable of anything you could ask of him, but his voice is failing once again. Loki huffs a sigh. “You ought to go on with the others. I don’t wish to ruin your day.”

“Oh, you haven’t ruined anything. I’ve been on every ride in this park about a million times. It’s fine!” Your voice is bubbly and light as you sit down next to him on the bench. There’s something oddly comforting about the sound. “Besides, it’s bad etiquette to leave a friend by themselves at an amusement park. Buddy system and all that.”

A friend. He can only stare at you.

You falter. “Unless … unless you’d rather I left?”

“No—” Loki surprises himself with how quickly he answers. “No, I’d rather you didn’t.”

Several minutes pass in silence, the frantic beating of his heart slowly tapering off into something softer as he drinks in your presence. He’s grateful for it, grateful for how you let him soak in the quiet. Thor would never have allowed him such a moment’s peace.

He’s considering asking if you’re sure you don’t want to go on any other coasters (he feels guilty for keeping you here—perhaps he can accompany you through the queue and wait on the ground?) when you suddenly sit up stock-straight. “Oh!”

Loki frowns. “Is something wrong?”

You turn to him with a wide grin. “I just remembered they have Dole Whip here!”

“They—what kind of whip?” What sort of ride would a whip be, he wonders? A human sized slingshot, perhaps? His stomach lurches at the thought.

Luckily though, he’s proved wrong. “Dole Whip!” you giggle. “It’s like ice cream, but fruit flavored. Like there’s pineapple and strawberry and whatnot—it’s like soft serve.” You look at him with a kind of hopeful excitement. “Do you want to try some?”

Loki hums. He has yet to try soft serve ice cream, but he knows his brother practically swears by the stuff. “Is it good?”

“Supposedly. I’ve actually never tried it— we never wanted to spend money on park food when we would come as kids. It’s stupid expensive.” You smirk. “But today’s all on Mr. Stark’s dime, so…”

He chuckles. “And you would take advantage of your employer in such a fashion? I didn’t realize I had such a Machiavellian on my hands.”

“Hey, I’m just taking advantage of the opportunities presented to me!” You stand with a grin, holding your hands up in a mock surrender pose. “You can’t blame me for that, can you?”

“Oh, I’d never,” he teases as he stands, and he’s relieved to find that his legs have regained their steadiness. “I’d be honored to experience this Dole Whip with you on Stark’s expense.”

“Fantastic,” you beam. “It’s not too far from here. And it’s right next to a bunch of these little shops—they have this ridiculous giant sea monster toy that costs like $300, I can show you—”

You continue on as the both of you walk down the path, telling him all about the park’s various hidden gems and the inside jokes you and your friends have concocted around them, and Loki finds himself laughing more than not—he can’t help it, your giggles are just too infectious.

Huh. Perhaps joining you today wasn’t a mistake after all.

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theaudacitytowrite · 1 year

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Sinner's Damnation - Part 2

Part 1

Loki x Fem!Reader

A/N: I'm so excited to share this with you all. This is a request by an anon and is a collab with my wonderful Variant @lostgreekgod . We've been working on this for a long time to perfect it. I hope you all enjoy it!

Summary: After a dispute in the Stark Tower, Loki runs away. Trying to get some time for himself he, quite literally, runs into you, while you're running away yourself.

Warnings: violence, blood, death, human trafficking, gore

Word count: 4.532

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

"Ugh," you groaned, your palm immediately coming to rest over your eyes. Your throbbing head had certainly dimmed down, but you wished it would leave completely.

Forcing your eyes open, you gasped. You were back in a cottage. At first, you thought it was the same one you had tried so hard to escape from so desperately. You fumbled, rubbing your eyes, hoping this was a terrible nightmare. Your breath came out in panicked whimpers as you forced yourself up, your entire body freezing when you felt something soft below you.

You were laying on what felt like a comforter. Your hand went to cup your head, your eyes widening when you couldn't feel the wound. Was it all a dream? You couldn't feel the sticky wetness of all the blood you had lost either. That's it. You were officially losing your mind. Before you could come up with another coherent thought, the door opened, light flooding in and blinding you entirely. Gasping, you covered your eyes again, pulling yourself away from where you had been laying. You whimpered when your back met the wooden wall. He was back, wasn't he?

"No, no, no," you chanted, your breathing becoming more erratic and irregular. Your eyesight faded once again, and your throat closed up. "Not again," you whimpered. All you could hear was the blaring sound of chattering in your head. 'He's here, he's here,' it chanted, the voice drilling into your skull. Your heartbeat was so hard against your chest, you were so sure your ribs were going to crack. You twisted around, suddenly too claustrophobic. Your breaths came out shallower than before. Sweat dripped from your forehead as you pushed yourself farther away, your head once again throbbing harder than ever.

"Hey, it's alright," a new voice said, soft and comforting. You gasped again, squinting as you tried to focus on the source of the voice.

"You're safe now," the new voice said, the soft tone almost hypnotizing. You could listen to that voice all day. Your eyes slowly accustomed to the brightness, your breathing slowing down only to see that the source of the voice-- another man-- was stepping closer to you. You scrambled, feeling for anything, a weapon, anything-- before scrunching your hands into fists and bracing yourself. "Don't you dare get any closer to me!" you hissed, thankful that you sounded steady even after the panic attack you were still pushing yourself through.

"Breath," he whispered gently, crouching next to your scrunched figure.

Green eyes. So beautiful. They landed on yours, and your world stopped. Your brain short-circuited with a cheesy pickup line that went, 'Is your dad a thief? Because he stole all the stars from the sky and put it in your eyes,'-- and suddenly that line made so much sense. His eyes were mesmerizing. And oh, his skin. Soft, porcelain skin, a literal to-die bone structure, sleek black hair - you wished you didn't have to meet a man like this in such a dingey place and such a bad situation. Suddenly, you remembered where you were. You could’ve slapped yourself across the face. Were you really thinking about how beautiful a man was when you were literally about to be sold for money? You could only revel in your embarrassment for a short while before the man interrupted your thoughts once again, with that smooth silky voice of his.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered, reaching for you. You inched a little farther away, prompting him to stop immediately. He looked at you, scanning your face. You couldn't tell what he was thinking. "How's your head?" he asked, while all you could manage to do was stare. Was... was he the one who had helped you last night?

"Fine," you blurted out, ignoring the pang of pain that raced up into your skull, leaving its trail cold. You grimaced internally, wondering what was going to happen. Was this man with him? An alias of sorts?

The man hummed, not looking entirely convinced. But he didn't press, and you appreciated that little shred of generosity.

"Who are you?" you asked tentatively, suspiciously, secretly begging he was in no way connected to him. You shuddered. Was he still out there, looking for you? Would you be able to run away before that?

The man took a while to respond. His eyes still remained on you, but not in the malicious way he had looked at you. This was different, but you couldn't really put your finger on it.

"I am Loki, of Asgard. The rightful king of Jotunheim, God of Mischief," he replied slowly, all in one breath. His heart sank as your eyes widened in recognition.

“Loki Laufeyson?” you gasped involuntarily, “… as in the one-” you thought out loud.

‘The one who attacked New York’ Loki automatically finished your sentence in his head, mentally rolling his eyes.

He had heard this answer a thousand times by now and of course, a mere mortal would only see his past, not able to forgive his past wrongdoings. But who could trust the monster who had once attacked the place you were calling your home? No matter how many missions of the avengers he would’ve joined and successfully overcome, he would be the villain in the eyes of the public forever. Loki was already anticipating for you to shy away further from him when your next words made him scrunch his eyebrows.

“-who helped defeat Thanos?” Loki’s eyes snapped to yours, his green eyes locking onto yours as he tried to process your answer.

“Erm, yes,” he mumbled once he had found his voice again.

All the tenseness left your body instantly, feeling safe in Loki’s presence. As an Avenger, he surely would protect you and bring you somewhere safe. You couldn’t even thank the gods enough for the luck you had in your misery. How often would one meet an actual Hero and especially in a situation they direly needed someone to help? You felt your jaw unclench and the pounding of pain that had pestered you began to ease at least a little.

Your eyes began to slowly scan the room, trying to find anything familiar to no avail. According to the view you had out of the presumably living room window, you still had to be in the mountains. The snow-covered hills and snowy trees were a dead giveaway. Loki stood up, extending a hand to help you up.

“Maybe you want to sit back on the bed?” he asked tentatively, “It’s a lot more comfortable than the cold floor.

“Where are we?” you ask, still a bit wary of your surroundings as you sat on the bed. Loki sat in an armchair that he had pulled away from the other side of the room, which had stood in front of the fireplace.

“In one of Tony Stark’s holiday domiciles.” Loki observed your still-tense glare, “Are you sure your head is doing fine?”

“Could be better… could be worse,” you mumbled dryly.

“May I see?” Loki pointed to your forehead, and you nodded, “I could help you if you allowed me to.”

“Sure.” you agreed thankfully, “If you have an ibuprofen or something like that, I’d be more than happy.”

As he stood up from his seat you didn’t expect him to come to a halt in front of you. When his cool fingertips graced your skin, a shiver run through your body. He carefully inspected the gash in your head, accessing how deep the wound was. Then he carefully placed his thumb at the sides of your temple, his other fingers holding your head in place gently.

“This might tickle a bit,” he informed you but before you could ask what he meant you noticed a green glimmer from his hands. And as he had warned, your head began to tickle, goosebumps raising over your whole body. And all of a sudden it felt like a heavy load had been lifted from your head- the hammering had stopped.

“How are you doing that?” you gasped relieved.

“It’s hard to explain,” Loki mumbled as he was still deep in concentration.

“Magic stuff?”

“Yeah.” Loki hummed, feeling your gaze resting on him.

“Can you still remember what happened?” Loki tried to fill the silence between the two of you but his question made you gulp hard. Much to your dismay, you could remember every single second of this horror trip, it had ingrained itself in your brain permanently, probably forever. Loki noticed the shift in your mood, the breathing that slowly started to get out of hand and your eyes staring off into the distance.

“Hey, everything is alright.” he kneeled down in front of you, cautiously taking your hand in his to ground you, not wanting to push you into another panic attack, “Whatever did happen to you, you’re safe now,” he reassured once again.

You mustered up your bravest half-smile for Loki as you nodded slowly. He reminded you to take a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours as he gradually calmed you down again.

“That’s good.” he gently stroked your shoulder when you had managed to calm down, “You don’t need to tell me anything if it’s too much right now.”

“No, it’s ok.” you swallowed hard.

“Take your time. I’m here. Nothing can happen to you anymore.” Loki assured you as he sat beside you again, but somehow your gut didn’t buy it as much as your brain tried to convince it.

With shaky breaths, you recounted everything that had happened since yesterday. The usual walk home after work up until to helping a total stranger with directions until the chaos had ensued. The chase on the street, only a few meters away from your apartment, as that horrible man followed your suit, to when he had knocked you out.

Loki had fallen silent a while ago as he listened carefully to every detail you told. His eyes were fixed on something out of your site, his glare getting darker and darker with each passing sentence. His knuckles were turning white as he balled them into fists, while a raging hatred formed in his chest against this man, while the words spilt over your lips. Each sentence becoming darker and darker.

“And then I woke up in some sort of cabin or cottage. I heard him talk about “selling me” to someone on the phone. So, I tried to find anything to defend myself, so I could overpower him and run away as soon as he would enter the room.”

“God, I was so naive.” you choked, finally letting the emotions wash over you, the magnitude of the situation suddenly hit you in full force, “Why didn’t I listen to my gut in the first place? Why do I always feel the need to overstep my comfort zone so I can be ‘polite’ even if it’s dangerous? If it wasn’t for you, he would have... I mean I have nobody. No one would’ve looked for me. Maybe I would’ve gotten fired for not showing up at my job, but they wouldn’t have thought, ‘Hey, better check up on Y/N.’ No, he could’ve just sold me and who knows where I would’ve ended up- gosh, who knows how many women he already has kidnapped.”

You took a deep breath, consciously deciding not to think about this anymore. That’s when the silence in the room made you turn to your listener who seemed to be somewhere else but in the present.

“Loki?” you squeezed his hand that still held yours, “I hope I didn’t weigh you down with this.”

“What? No, of course not. I’m still listening.” he shook himself out of his thoughts, “Do you have any idea where that cabin is you woke up in?”

“I have no idea. It was pitch black in there. I didn’t really pay attention to any details either. I simply ran for my life.” you hang your head in shame for not being any more helpful.

“Hey, don’t be sorry for it.” Loki seemed to look right through you, “You did what you had to do to survive. And you succeeded. That’s what matters, ok?”

With tears brimming in your eyes, you nodded at him.

“You said you cut your palm on the nail, can I see it?” Loki redirected the conversation again, his heart pulled in his chest as he saw you this distraught. He only knew you for a matter of hours but somehow, he felt connected to you already. He had never met someone who had trusted him this quickly and had been vulnerable with him from the start. He could imagine how you felt right now, which made him admire you even more.

He softly took your hand in his after you had extended it to him. He gently unwrapped your hand from the torn-off cloth and inspected the cut in your palm, just as he did with the gash on your head. The familiar tickle of his magic hurried over your skin as it engulfed your palm completely until it reached the wound. You watched in awe as the cut on your palm closed itself.

“Thank you.” you smiled at him genuinely as you examined your palm- there was no trace that anything had ever pierced your skin.

“Please don’t thank me.” Loki laughed sheepishly, “It’s the least I can do after I hit you with my car.”

“Not on purpose though?” you raised an eyebrow at him playfully, your mind now temporarily calmer than it was a few seconds ago.

“No, definitely not! It was an accident.” Loki quickly retorted in horror, his heart speeding up. Please, please. I am not a monster.

“I’m just messing with you.” you sniffed, snickering. Squeezing his arm gently, you whispered, “I’m just so grateful that you found me and helped me.”

“You really don’t have to-”

“Just accept my gratitude, ok?” you mock-glared at him.

“Ok.” Loki chuckled, raising his palms in surrender. “Can I give you anything else? Maybe a cup of tea or something to eat?”

“That does sound nice.”

Without so much as a wave of his hand, a tray with a steaming mug of camomile tea and some snacks appeared on the small bedside table. You hadn’t even realised how dry your throat had become until you took a sip of the tea. The scent that filled your nose calmed you down immediately, reminding you of your childhood when your grandma had made you a cup of it every night, so you would sleep soundly. You wondered if Loki knew that it was your favourite tea. But either way, you were more than thankful for some peace of mind.

“And now rest,” Loki ordered once you had finished, conjuring another blanket and a pillow for you to lie on. “And tomorrow morning I will take you back to the Avengers' tower. There the medical staff can take a look over you, and make sure you’re all good.”

“That’s really kind of you,” you whispered in awe, wondering what you did to deserve a knight as righteous as him.

“Thank y-”

“I know.” he interrupted you this time, “Now sleep. You must be exhausted.”

He had already turned on his heel to leave when your mind screamed at the sudden realisation of being alone. Your pulse started to raise, and the room suddenly was several degrees too hot as you started to panic.

“Loki?” you squeaked out.

“Yes?” he turned around immediately, sensing your discomfort.

“Could you maybe... stay?” your request was only above a whisper, “Even if it's just until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.” he smiled warmly at you, strolling back over to you. The mattress dipped when he sat down at the foot of your bed.

You shimmied under the blanket contently until you had found a comfortable position. At first, you were convinced that you might not be able to sleep at all but as you were contemplating all of what had happened, the fatigue overwhelmed your body as it finally rested comfortably on top of the bed and despite the protest of your brain, your heavy eyes fell shut.

The sun had set some hours ago. The sky was already tinted into a deep red as the pitch-black night started to stream down the sky. Not a single cloud was floating in the night sky, promising a freezing cold night. The cabin was silent aside from the crackling of fire that roared in the fireplace as Loki sat patiently in the armchair waiting for the night to set in, slowly twisting his dagger in his hand.

He perked up his ears as he heard the lock rustle, as though someone was picking it, the front door opening with a creek. The silhouette of a man entered the room, not aware of Loki’s presence. Only when he had closed the door and turned on the light did his eyes widen in shock.

“Who are you?” he tried to sound intimidating, but Loki could hear the waver in his voice. He was nothing more than a scared little pincher, barking at anything that scared him.

"I am Loki, of Asgard. The rightful king of Jotunheim, God of Mischief.” Loki growled deeply, clenching his teeth.

“That dude from New York?” the man gulped.

“Precisely.” Loki grinned like a cheshire cat.

“What are you doing in my house?” he stuttered.

“Aren’t you missing something?” Loki mocked as he played with the tip of his dagger.

“What?” the man’s eyes darted around the room nervously, “I have no idea what you want from me. Listen, bro, you’re at the wrong address, I swear.”

“Oh no, I’m definitely at the right address.” Loki retorted, “Does the name Y/N ring a bell, perhaps?”

“Y/N?” Jack suddenly sounded worried, “You found her?”

“I did.” he dryly stated.

“Where is she? Is she well?” it disgusted Loki that this man really thought that Loki couldn’t see through his charade and foolish acting. He was the God of Lies.

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern… my dude,” Loki replied with disdain, his tone dryly mocking the trespasser’s choice of excuses.

“It actually is.” Jack suddenly retorted, his tactic changing “You see this? That bitch stabbed me! I’m filing a report against her!” he pulled the collar of his shirt to the side to expose an amateurishly tied-up bandage.

“Easy with your tongue.” Loki snarled the warning; he didn’t like Jack’s tone one bit. “I’d advise you to choose your next words carefully.”

“Hey man, I don’t want any trouble with you. I don’t know what that stupid whore told you, but this is between me and her. I just want her to be accountable for what she did.” Jack tried one last half-hearted attempt to paint himself as the victim, “Like look at it! She disfigured me.”

“I don’t think it’s possible to disfigure something that looked crude from the beginning.” Loki deadpanned. Jack's face fell as he realised, he had no chance of winning Loki over, “You really think I was going to fall for this?” Loki raised his eyebrow at him in aversion.

“Well, it was worth a try.” Jack responded dryly as he walked further inside the room, discarding his jacket on a chair, “What do you want from me? It’s her word against mine, and we all know how it will pan out for me in a court. Maybe a few months in prison at worst.” he cackled with a twisted smile, rolling up his sleeves.

In a matter of seconds, he was thrown up against the wall, his back hitting the wooden cladding and the air escaping his lungs in a hurtful huff. Loki’s face was mere inches from his, Jack’s feet dangling in the air.

“Maybe a judge won’t punish you for what you did, but right now it’s just you and me. And I have no problem in avenging for those in need.”

“What do you want to do to me?” Jack smirked maliciously, “If you kill me, you won’t get away with it that easily. Not with your past.”

Loki’s hand around Jack’s throat tightened, “Why would I simply kill you if I could show you all these different ways I thought of instead? I could show you things that paint all your dreams haunted, yet they are nothing compared to what I can do to you.” Loki sneered, his hand suddenly flaming up with green glowing power, “It’ll only sting for a moment.” he assured as he forcefully intruded Jack’s mind, who struggled against his grip and this unfamiliar sensation that wrapped around his head and felt like it was seeping into every pore.

“Pay attention now.” Loki’s words rang through Jack’s mind, as images flashed through his mind, “I will skin you, slowly, carefully. All while you’re still awake to witness the agonizing pain you deserve. The same pain you brought to Y/N and probably so many others. I will make you scream beautiful symphonies of agony while I enjoy every second of it.

After that, I will break each and every bone in your body. It will be precise and painful, I will hear your screams and begs, but I won’t stop, no. I will make you bleed for what you did and I will enjoy every second of your wails and gasps. And I won’t stop until I see the light leave your dull eyes and your chest rise for one last time.”

And with that, the connection was gone. Jack crashed onto the floor, his hand immediately trying to soothe his sore throat as he struggled for air.

“Do you understand?” Loki kneeled in front of him, invading his personal space once more. Jack only nodded as an answer, crawling further away from Loki.

“That’s a good boy.” Loki mocked and pat Jack’s head. He stood up, brushing off his knees from some dirt before he turned on his heel to leave. He had just opened the door of the cabin when he heard Jack's wheeze: “Keep that bitch! I will find another naive whore.”

Loki sighed heavily, as he shook his head pointedly, his back still facing Jack. How much more foolish could a mortal attempt to be? This man, the one who he had just so viciously threatened, really thought he had the upper hand here. He really thought he could ‘be the man’, or whatever stupider and think he had the last word. Loki scoffed at the atrocity of dullness. Midgardians had fragile bodies, but there was nothing more fragile than their egos.

“Oh Jack,” he huffed, “Sometimes it could be an advantage to you keep your mouth shut.”

Loki slammed shut the door of the cabin, approaching Jack with long strides this time. The blades of his daggers flash from under his sleeves.

With heavy steps, Loki exited the wooden hut. His breath was ragged and his clothes messy. Like a switch that had been flipped his posture straightened. His long fingers glided through his locks, pulling the sweaty and dishevelled strands out of his face. With another deep breath, he composed himself. A sharp tug on his collar to straighten his attire was the last before he shook himself completely out of his frenzy. Slowly he made his way back to Stark’s car that was parked deep in the woods, the snow turning crimson under his boots.

“Where did you go last night?” your timid voice brought Loki back from the memories of last night.

“Hm?” he cleared his throat, his gaze never leaving the road.

“I woke up once and you were gone. But the next time I woke up you were sitting at the fireplace, reading a book,” you explained.

“I was out getting breakfast for us,” he replied curtly.

“That late?” you thought out loud.

“We should be at the Stark Tower in a few hours. Tony is already waiting for us.” Loki glanced at the clock on the board computer.

“Do you mind if I turn up the Radio?” you asked with a sweet smile to which Loki only waved towards the touchpad, giving you free rein.

You adjusted the radio until the voice of a radio announcer sounded through the speaker:

“This just in. After a brutal animal attack yesterday night, officials are still on the hunt for the wild animal. During this time, it’s not known if it was a wolf or a bear since the attack was so brutal that even specialists can’t seem to agree on it. The victim is a 30-ish-year-old John Doe. He was about 1,85m tall and had brownish, black hair. He was wearing washed-up jeans and a dark blue jacket with orange lining laid in his cabin. Authorities are still on the search for witnesses and are asking for help from civilians who might have seen this man before. Residents and Tourists are further advised to not leave their houses in the area of-”

“Orange lining…” you mumbled knitted eyebrows, somehow the description of that jacket had rung a bell. You had seen a similar jacket only days ago, you were sure of it. The wheels in your head turned- your eyes grew wide as you pieced together who John Doe had to be.

Meanwhile, Loki’s grip on the steering tightened, just as they tightened around Jack’s throat last night. He felt sick as he worried about your reaction. He knew that you must’ve figured it out by now. You knew who Loki was, what he had done in the past, and what he was still capable of. Now you surely thought the worst of him. That was what hurt the most. Loki had ruined just another chance to connect with someone on this earth after it had started so promisingly.

Sweat was forming on his brow as he tried to figure out how to explain it to you. That he had paid Jack a visit to scare him off and give him one last chance to become a better man. But when he realised that Jack wouldn’t take this opportunity and instead simply continue his gruesome work, he couldn't just leave him behind. He had to do something, he had to keep others safe from this horrible excuse of a man. Loki had never planned to end him the way he had but what else could he have done to stop him?

“I-” Loki croaked out.

“I wish I could thank this ‘animal’ or whoever did this.” you looked outside; your gaze fixed on the passing scenery.

Loki took a shaky breath, his eyes darting quickly to you. Instead of disgust or even worse fear, he was met with a warm and content smile. All the skittish and nervous energy you had shown previously was suddenly swapped out with a relieved, almost calm energy.

“But it would probably tell me, that I don’t need to thank him for freeing this world of such a horrible person… still, I will never forget his heroic deed.” your eyes met for a second as you smiled at Loki.

“Quite right.” Loki hummed relieved as he drove towards the horizon.

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lokiprompts · 1 year

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I need help!!

I leave for Disney Land in CA in a couple of weeks to spend the holiday there....and I am making it my personal mission to have an encounter with LOKI.

BUT WHAT THE FUCK DO I SAY.

I have no idea what to say without being weird because I am fangirling and it is clearly an actor like what the fucking fuck?

Help.

What would you say?!

@mochie85 @michelleleewise @asgardwinter @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @lokisprettygirl @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lostgreekgod @xorpsbane

Feel free to share and tag for people I missed cuz

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 1 year

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Day 7 - 12 days of Christmas challenge (2022 edition)

Title: The one where Loki thinks he’s bitter and actually tastes like sugar

Theme: gingerbread (Dec 19th)

Fandom/Character(s): Loki x reader

Warnings (if applicable): fluffest fluff ever. Loki POV because I love his inner dialogue

Word Count: 400

December writing challenge prompted and organized by @12daysofchristmas

Loki doesn’t like sweets.

He actually hates them. He didn’t grow up with the processed sugar Midgard offered and definitely does not want to start obsessing over them now, like his brother does.

He finds more often than not different culinary marvels from Earth that are a delight to his posh palate, but they’re always small savory servings of exotic foods no one in the compound actually eats.

But here he is, bearing with you the insomnia and your hyperactivity, helping you bake the so-beloved Christmas cookies you insisted —at least three or four times before convincing him— on trying out.

It was your grandmother’s recipe and —although you lacked basic cooking skills and more than once you’ve had to almost evacuate the compound’s kitchen— you wanted to recreate it by taste alone.

“Here, try”, you reached up the spoon to his mouth and he frowned, pressing his lips. You said he looked adorable doing that so he has been trying to do it more often around you. Not for anything in particular, he simply enjoys making you smile. “You’re gonna like it”.

“I doubt it”, he raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, open up”, you said in between chuckles, and he licked the spoon with weariness. “Good boy”, you joked, and he almost choked on dough. “So? Is it good?”.

“It’s raw, I wouldn’t know”, he said, rolling his eyes. His face feels warm, is he blushing? Oh, Norns. He sure hopes he isn’t. “You’ve got to bake it”.

“I don’t want to ruin an entire batch”, you muttered, and licked the spoon too. You pondered for a few seconds and nodded. “Yeah, seems about right”.

“Why is it… spicy?”, he asked as you put on the mittens and opened up the stove. “Are sweets not supposed to be… just kindly sweet?”.

You sighed with a smile on your face, and looked at him as how one looks at a small duck, or a kitten. You must have thought he looked adorable, and he blushed again at the implication.

“Kindly sweet”, you repeated. Yes, he thought, as opposed to spicy sweet. Is that not the right way to say it? You sighed again and started sprinkling the gingerbread cookies with brown sugar as you muttered, “I love you so much”.

Loki doesn’t like sweets. But he allows himself to be sweet around you. He sure does like you.

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lokiprompts21 · 2 years

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Master List

Requests are currently closed. Formerly Loki Prompts. Slowly reposting my master list.

One Shots

Rules of Midgardian Dating - ( GN, You reject Loki's courtship proposal, so Loki must learn about Midgardian dating. Rom Coms know all, right? Fluff)

Little Realizations - (GN, Short reader is intimidated by tall people ie Loki. Fluff)

Picture Perfect - (GN, You are a professional photographer and you take his picture. Pure fluff).

The Decision - (Fem Reader Loki has recurring dreams that you and your child are captured by Thanos - HEAVY angst)

The Glass Slipper (Fem Reader, You are stuck babysitting Morgan and Loki. Morgan thinks that you are a princess...so what happens when she finds out that Loki is a prince? Fluff)

Series

The Shifter (You unintentionally shift to the MCU when you sleep. You meet Loki and must choose between a universe with him, or your real world. Fluff, smut, angst)

Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5

LOKI PROMPTS UNICORNS 🦄:

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lucywrites02 · 2 years

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@lostgreekgod won’t answer my stupid silly asks please tell them to answer me >:(

thank you :)

Silence, children. I just woke up. I've no will to live or energy to deal with it atm *takes a sip of water, wincing as if it was alcohol*

#mimi the little demon #ask time!#mutuals my beloved

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queenjosielaufeyson · 2 years

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Loki x Reader

Summery: y/n receives a pedicure

A/N: I wrote this blurb while receiving a pedicure 😂

With summer just around the corner Y/n’s need for a pedicure became dire. Well maybe not dire but she wanted one so she was gonna get one. She called and called but to no avail everywhere was booked.

“What’s wrong my darling?” Loki asked

“Nothing important, just trying to get an appointment to get my nails done.”

“I sense a but coming”

“Your senses are correct, everywhere is booked!”

“I’m sorry darling.”

“It’s alright. I’ll just do it myself, I just wanted to have a nice spa day and sit in the massage chair.”

Loki kissed her forehead “Maybe something will open up”

“Maybe.”

“Do you want me to get you a nail polish? Frigga has been asking for some for some for a few weeks now”

“Yeah, you can pick the color I trust you, and just get Frigga a kids kit for now. And just know she’s going to ask to paint your nails.”

“I know.” Loki gave his wife a kiss before leaving their shared room. “Frigga want to go to the store with Daddy!?” He yelled out causing the little girl to run through the house to her father, “Magnus want to come?“

“No daddy I’m gonna play!”

“Ok be good for Mama ok?”

“Ok daddy!”

Y/n left her room and headed to the kitchen, “Mmmm I can’t wait to have all this ice cream!” She said loudly.

“Can I have some!!?” Magnus said seeming to pop up out of nowhere.

While Loki and Frigga went shopping Y/N had ice cream with Magnus while still looking for a nail salon that could take her for a pedicure.

Around an hour later Magnus had gone outside to play and Loki called her and she immediately picked up to hear Frigga’s voice. “Hello I am… what am I supposed to say daddy?” Y/N heard Loki whispering to their daughter “I am calling… to confirm… your appointment… for a pedi cur… scheduled for…. right now.”

Y/n laughed. “Oh yes that still works for me I will see you soon” Y/n walked to the patio to see Loki had set up a foot spa and Frigga sat with little nail polishes.

“Hi mommy!!! Take a seat!!” Frigga giggled as she had Magnus lead Y/n to the chair.

“Why thank you,” Y/n said as she sat down placing her feet in the door spa.

“What color would you like?” Frigga asked as Magnus presented the different colors.

“Oh there are so many to choose from! How about this one” Y/n said picking out a forest green color.

“That’s a good color!” Frigga said taking the small bottle of nail polish. Loki stood behind Y/n and began to give her a shoulder massage.

“Oh you didn’t tell me the chair had a massage feature!”

“Yep!!”

Frigga giggled as she gave Y/n a pedicure. Loki used his magic to subtly fix the nail polish that ended up all over Y/n’s toes. When she finished painting Y/n’s nails she and Magnus helped to dry the nail polish quicker with the hand fans from Frigga’s princess tea party set.

“All done!” Frigga shouted.

“Wow!! That looks amazing!” Y/n gushed. She pulled out two fives and gave one to Frigga and one to Magnus.

The two kids ran off yelling that they were rich and Loki helped Y/n out of the chair.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiled

“Of course my love.”

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people-wxtching · 2 years

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Cast you mutuals as songs from Superache

anon ily <3

okay I'm doing this for all my mutuals that I know like conan (+ inara as a bonus) because I genuinely cannot come with a song for the others. it's coincidental but it's true

@15-dozen-ros3s - I would say Yours because of the username but it's definitely Best Friend

@the-desi-theyshe - a mix between Disaster and Movies but leaning more towards Disaster. I would have also said a bit of Overdrive had it been on the album

@souperache - definitely Astronomy

@imwastingmylifehere - Family Line, Summer Child, Movies, People Watching and just the vibes of Best Friend

@lostgreekgod - hmm not sure but probably People Watching idk

@thewafflemaker - Family Line and Summer Child for SURE

@purppleinara - Family Line, Summer Child, Jigsaw, Yours and Footnote

#rip Memories and The Exit your time shall come soon #sorry to all my other mutuals #and sorry to those I tagged as well #this is just my interpretation btw #anon <3

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wrenhyperfixates · 2 years

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*twists long moustache* eLO, muchaChA

*twirls monocle chain like it’s a phone chord*

hallo bestie

#ask #friends #mutuals #lostgreekgod #positivity #my bestie

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gaitwae · 2 years

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This month is going to be Sherlock September. Each tuesday, I'm going to release a Sherlock x Reader one shot! Hope you guys enjoy!

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#updates #gaitwae writes #announcements

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cozy-the-overlord · 19 days

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Through Panes of Glass

Summary: A mission in an alternate timeline brings Loki face to face with a relic from his past. Against better judgment, he finds himself seeking out one far more dear.

Word Count: 1,435

Pairing: Loki x Sigyn

A/N: So after months of writer's block and worsening mental health struggles, I suddenly got really inspired yesterday to write something based on "I Look In People's Windows." It's a really quick little thing, and I'm not sure if it will appeal to anyone but myself, but it feels incredibly good to have written something. Also, while this is technically series flavored, it really has nothing to do with it-- I just really liked the concept of Loki being in an alternate timeline, and the details of how and why he ended up there weren't very important to me.

Thank you so much for reading!!

Warnings: Grief/loss

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He found himself looking in windows.

A shameful act, he knew, but he tried to push through the abashment by telling himself that if the mortals cared about their privacy, they wouldn’t be living out their lives so readily in front of unobstructed glass. No, the houses on this street were all alight with life, the curtains drawn all the way back. It seemed as though it was meant to be.

He glanced through another and locked eyes with an elderly woman huddled in her chair beneath a cocoon of blankets, fixing him with a scowl as deep as the lines on her face. Loki whipped his gaze back to the pavement, cheeks burning as he hurried along.

He was wasting time. They had come to this timeline with a purpose, and that purpose was certainly not leering through windows with the hope of catching sight of a ghost. He was late to the rendezvous point as it was – it was only a matter of time before they sent someone looking for him. Loki knew this. And yet he kept going.

This wouldn’t have happened if they hadn’t met Fandral at that bar. It had startled him out of his laser focus – he understood the concept of variants, of course, but he hadn’t expected to find relics of his past here on Midgard, so far away from where they existed in his mind. But there he was: cozying up on the counter, his arms around a woman’s shoulders, that same Fandral smirk tickling his lips beneath his mustache as he whispered something against her skin that made her giggle. It was all so familiar.

Loki’s mind had gone blank. He forgot all sense of protocol, nearly calling out Fandral’s name out of some stunned instinct, but thankfully his partner had held him back with a sharp whisper.

“Different timeline, remember?”

And it was. This Fandral was not the one Loki knew from childhood – this was a mortal man, who spent his days tucked away in some florescent cubicled labyrinth and his nights skulking through the city in a fruitless search for stimulation, before dragging his weary bones back to his overpriced studio apartment to start the whole thing anew in the morning. Seeing him here meant nothing.

Except, if Fandral’s variant was in this city, could that mean …?

He didn’t let himself finish the thought. It was silly, he told himself, even as he continued flittering down the sidewalk like a moth in search of light. Absolutely ridiculous. One Asgardian-turned Midgardian variant didn’t guarantee that there would be another. And even if it did, even in the off chance that he did find her, what would he do once he had? She wouldn’t know him – it wouldn’t even be her, just some person with her face and name, none of her memories, none of her soul. What could he do but stare at her like some sort of lunatic?

But you’d see her, whispered a small voice in the back of his mind, you’d get to see her again.

Loki swallowed. The last time he saw her – it had been before the Bifrost. How many lifetimes had he lived since then? So much of his memory from that time had turned gray and hazy, but she still glowed when he pictured her, swathed in the gentlest blue, her chestnut curls soft beneath his chin as she pressed her cheek to his collarbone. She smelled of the forest, fresh and free and forever unfettered, but she bound herself to him with her embrace. He took her hand in his and cherished the way her ring pressed against his palm, warm with the heat of her body.

Was it a memory, or perhaps only a dream? He huffed – a dream would hurt less. She had died after his fall. Some sort of illness – they all told him it was unrelated, but Loki knew in his heart that he had killed her. He had sworn to live out the rest of his life at her side, but instead he abandoned her to the wolves of his demons, left her to face the fallout alone.

No wonder the void hadn’t the mercy to kill him.

There was another house coming up, another window – a busy one, if the cars jammed into the driveway were anything to go by. Sure enough, he found a party behind the glass, and a fancy one at that, the air abuzz with wine glasses clinking and the elegant swish of long evening dresses. He could feel the warm hum of their laughter, trickling out even into this starless night. Loki gazed at each face that passed before him, praying for some hint of familiarity, but they were all strangers to him.

And that’s what she would be to him, he realized. Nothing but a stranger. Perhaps she had been so changed by this timeline that he wouldn’t know her face even if he were to come across it.

Loki sighed. The signpost designating the end of the street grew nearer and nearer. He had wasted nearly an hour now on this little side mission, and all he had to show for it was a newly potent ache in his chest. He needed to get to the rendezvous point. Enough shadow-chasing.

It was the house on the corner. He told himself it was the last one, he’d give himself this one last attempt and then he’d move on. He didn’t expect to see her.

But then he saw her.

Loki froze – truly froze. He couldn’t have run even if all the realms were chasing after him.

It was her.

Hunched over a sink, scrubbing at a skillet with a yellow sponge, dark curls tied up behind a blue bandanna, glaring down at her work with the same steadfast ferocity he remembered so vividly from sparring pits of his youth — it was her!

He breathed her name, whispered it like a prayer as he took the smallest step forward. The tip of his boot grazed her front lawn, but he barely noticed. She … she was beautiful. His eyes burned, then misted over, a garbled cry falling from his lips. She was there. She was moving, she was breathing, she was right there just behind the glass—

And then she looked up, and their eyes met.

His breath caught in his throat. He should have hurried away, should have left before she had the chance to catch a glimpse of him, but he felt rooted to the pavement, held captive by the power of her stare. Oh those eyes — how many nights had he dreamed of swimming in the amber pools of her eyes once more? He remembered her laying against him at night, the way he’d cup her head to kiss over each eyelid as she pulled him in closer and let out the sweetest sigh ever heard. For one beautiful moment, he looked into her eyes, and it was like coming home.

But then the moment passed. There was no recognition in her gaze, no warm smile or sweet relief. No, her brow only furrowed in confusion, head cocked as she studied this stranger gawking at her through her window, and the spell was broken. She might as well have doused him in ice water.

Because wish as he might, it wasn’t really her.

Loki stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet. What was he doing here? What must this woman think of him? How could he explain that he was leering at her through the glass because she looked like someone he once loved? What was it to her? His wife was dead. What did it matter that he had found her doppelgänger?

He whipped back towards the street. The rendezvous point. That’s where his focus should be, not on some dark Midgardian street chasing after nonexistent ghosts. Imbecile. He forced himself forward, forced his eyes on the pavement before him and not at the light he was leaving behind, biting through his cheek until he tasted blood.

…

She stood at the window a bit longer, frowning at the man’s silhouette as he disappeared around the corner of the street. Really, she should have been more unnerved – someone watching her from the window, that sounded like something out of a stalker story, didn’t it? – but there was something about him, the stunned disbelief in his eyes, the way he went running off like a frightened rabbit …

“Sigyn?” Her boyfriend stuck his head through the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “There was some guy staring at me.”

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