#m9 get over here and finish your fucking job

[primrose-path-of-dalliance]

psa: trent ikithon is not as competent and powerful as he makes himself seem.

(cw: discussion of abuse)

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i'm not sure how to get into this in a way that's natural, so i hope you don't mind if i go for the straightforward route.

trent ikithon is an abuser. that means his tactics all center around—and rely upon—making vulnerable people believe that he has far more power than he actually does. and when it comes to our pov, the m9's pov, ikithon is trying his damnedest to accomplish the same.

now, i don't know everything that's in matt mercer's head when he has played or characterized trent ikithon. i'm sure there's some depth to his motivations and intelligence, and i don't doubt that ikithon ideologically believes in strengthening the empire. but this is not relevant to the abuse tactics i want to discuss.

because the reality is this: abusers do what they do because they enjoy victimizing and controlling the vulnerable.

that's why you get abusers like archivist zeenoth who are attracted to positions of authority. those positions facilitate structural imbalances of power between them and their potential victims. trent ikithon, too, is doing the same thing—as an archmage of the cerberus assembly, he is exploiting the authority of his position to gain victims for abusing. he is not doing what he does because he's a brilliant mastermind focused on a goal. if he was, he wouldn't abuse his students.

think about it in terms of effectiveness. no matter what people like ikithon try to assert, his volstrucker are not in any way stronger or more capable from his 'tutelage'. caduceus clay roasted the man in his own dining room for this lie. what the volstrucker are are an organization of ruthless, skilled spies built from deeply abused and damaged people. they aren't healthy; they aren't stable. caleb widogast spent eleven years in a sanatorium because he was one of many recruits who broke under the abuse (see EGtW), and then five years as a solitary, paranoia-ridden mess in a filthy coat. he spent months trying not to self-sabotage his growing friendships and had a panic attack as soon as he left ophelia mardun's mansion in shadycreek (e27, 2:55:21). he has ptsd from using fire magic to burn people to death—considering his statement on executing traitors to the empire as a trainee (e18, 2:48:12), it was probably an everyday part of the job.

even the minority of volstrucker that do get through the training stage aren’t functioning well. only a few episodes ago, we watched astrid finish a conversation with caleb and then duck into an alleyway so she could curl up and have a five-minute breakdown before putting the composed mask back on (e126, 1:50:47). abuse makes being alive harder; good luck being a sustainable espionage program at that point.

so that's one lie. how about another?

at the dinner in ikithon's tower, ikithon implied that he has guided every step of caleb's path to recovery and ever-growing power. that caleb's plans to murder ikithon are exactly what he wants; that he even arranged his escape from the vergessen sanatorium (e110, 2:52:58).

i think enough people have recognized that ikithon's first claim is utter bullshit, considering that caleb and the m9 had just arrived from a random island on which they hosted a cult gathering festooned with phalluses. but the implication that he arranged for caleb's escape from the sanatorium was just that: an implication. he never says outright that he did so. he only couched what he knew in gaslighting platitudes and handed over the holy symbol of the cleric that healed him. you won't sense a lie that hasn't been spoken. he let caleb and the m9 make their assumptions, and the assumption worked in his favor.

let's consider the actual circumstances of caleb's escape (e18, beginning 2:51:54). a fellow inmate of the sanatorium who was a cleric suddenly grabbed him and healed him of his madness before returning to her own ravings. caleb then pretended he was still insane for two weeks before killing a guard, stealing the amulet that kept him hidden, and fleeing. how would any of these events work in trent ikithon's favor? the number of absurd assumptions here are off the charts.

first, you would have to believe that a cleric could permanently heal a man who'd been insane and probably experimented on for eleven years.

second, you would have to assume that this man would still be competent enough to pass general scrutiny and break out.

third, you would have to believe that he'd totally survive on his own without any resources whatsoever,

after eleven years of being institutionalized,

while first beginning deep in the pearlbow wilderness—

all without raising the suspicion of this apparently still hypercompetent ex-patient that his escape was too easy.

and fourth, you would have to believe that this man would actually accomplish something in your interests instead of, say, dying or remaining a vagrant beggar forever.

if this was all on purpose, then trent ikithon is really an idiot.

another truth: caleb was not special. both liam and caleb have said so (talks for e88, beginning 28:00; & e110, 29:06), with the examples of other volstrucker supporting this. all of them are talented mages and good at spycraft! they have to be to graduate in the first place! ikithon's assertions that caleb was extra special (e110, 2:52:11)? also a lie—specifically, a great tactic for convincing a victim of abuse not to think about it further. of course they're being hurt again. of course they're being targeted again. not to mention how abusers selectively compliment in order to confuse the people they’re hurting (relevant here: e88, 3:28:25). caleb having an unhealthy amount of hubris and thus open to being diagnosed with protagonist disease doesn’t help.

ikithon would have easily deduced the details of what happened and obtained the holy symbol after an investigation of the break-out. not too hard to piece things together if you simply ask about unusual events prior to the escape and learn that he'd had an altercation with another patient two weeks ago—and oh yes, that patient used to be a blasphemous cleric.

caleb widogast basically reappeared next door healthier, much more powerful, and more capable than ever. ikithon doesn’t have control over caleb’s entire past and future—but he wants him to believe he does. it’s a gaslighting attempt to make caleb question his own accomplishments and attribute them to ikithon so that ikithon can regain some control over his ex-student.

another truth: trent ikithon is already on thin fucking ice. no one in the cerberus assembly likes each other, of course, but a consistent point was made again and again that everyone deeply dislikes ikithon. he's stayed because he made himself useful, but he could and would get taken care of should he be a detriment instead (see e88, 3:19:27; & e97, 3:19:32).

any sort of thorough investigation into the volstrucker and the vergessen sanatorium would reveal exactly how fragile all of his agents are and how frequently he fails in conditioning his recruits. ikithon gets the pick of the crop when it comes to nationalistic, talented students that enter the soltryce academy. to find out that he drives a significant number of them insane? well, that's a pure waste of unrealized potential. and for what—a program of spies who are paranoid enough and opportunistic enough to turn on each other if prodded the right way?

and now... trent ikithon, as part of the traitorous beacon research, has been under heavy investigation from two fronts: the augen trust and the cobalt soul (e125, 2:31:10). and he has been getting very nervous recently (e125, 2:41:42).

the final truth i want to point out: trent ikithon is just as control-obsessed as any other abuser. we got the most obvious example of this yet from e128—his pursuit of the m9 to nicodranas and tidepeak tower. think about the circumstances again.

he was apparently so curious and so annoyed by caleb rebuffing all of his attempts at ‘conversation’ that he made his excuses before teleporting directly to nicodranas,

through a circle implied to be arranged diplomatically between the empire and the clovis concord,

with a plan to break into the lavish chateau, one of the most high-profile locations of the city, to potentially kidnap or kill everyone,

including the famous and beloved ruby of the sea.

he then chased the m9 and their families to the equally high-profile tidepeak tower on the open quay, all of which is owned by yussa errenis, an archmage himself who’s learned far more about local politics than he ever wanted to know,

intimidated his “man”servant,

and broke in.

and they did all of this possibly with some very confused members of the zhelezo following right behind them.

other people have gone through the potential political consequences of this more thoroughly than me, so suffice to say that trent ikithon has gotten himself into some deep shit. you can’t negotiate or magic yourself out of being witnessed by hundreds of people breaking into the tower of an archmage who is infamous among the locals for being a bitchy recluse.

if he was smart, and clever, and a brilliant mastermind, he wouldn’t have done any of that. what he could have done: continue to handle caleb from an ominous distance through spells like sending. allege to the cerberus assembly and king dwendal that the break-in was an underhanded cobalt soul mission because of beauregard’s association with the m9. or just straight-up say that the m9 broke into his facilities because they have a vendetta against him and have them at least investigated the next time the empire can hold onto them for a second.

but he didn’t do any of those much more clever possibilities. he acted impulsively and rashly and may well be on the way to a lot of trouble now. all because ikithon just could not handle caleb being saucy.

with all this in mind, i want to go back to one last detail: astrid and eadwulf. because these two would suffer terrible consequences if they ran away—allegedly.

because i want to ask... what exactly could ikithon do to them?

they’ve already killed their own parents. so far, we’ve had no sign either that they have anyone else important to them in his reach besides each other. they have nothing tying themselves to him besides years of abuse and the crimes they’ve committed as volstrucker. they might want some power of their own, sure, perhaps they want to kill him while they’re still close. but we certainly know that eadwulf and astrid are not invested in the volstruckers as it stands. they doubt ikithon. and they already have their own amulets.

so what else could make them so terrified by the idea of leaving with the m9 except the way that trent ikithon has abused them and convinced them that he’s powerful enough and capable enough to catch up to them?

don’t be fooled. he hosted the most embarrassing excuse for a dining-with-the-enemy scene (seriously, i hope someone reading this cringed the entire time as well from all the long pauses and terrible topic transitions) and then teleported away to flee caduceus clay’s scalding tea. no retort, no blackmail. he acted recklessly in nicodranas and appropriately pushed two of his own volstrucker to betray him, losing his one opportunity to capture the m9′s family there. and now ikithon is between a rock and a hard place in terms of political standing, with a spy network he has openly encouraged to turn against him.

there is no terror waiting in the wings anymore, no more strings he can pull. just an abuser playing up his own grandeur. at this point, the only thing he hasn’t reached his limit in yet is his high-level spell slots.

#cr #critical role #cr meta #trent ikithon #caleb widogast #astrid #eadwulf #abuse #gaslighting mention #prim post #prim says some things #long post #he's a horrible and despicable person who's #used his power to commit massive harm don't get me wrong #but don't fall for overestimating him- he wants you to

[haikyuuwaifu]

Trip

Genre: Drama, Angst, Humor, Crack

Warnings: Swearing, Fighting, Name calling, Mentions of Blood, Violence

MASTERLIST

WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD| GIRLS NIGHT OUT

WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Y/N stretched her arms over her head, her eyes shutting as she felt the kinks in her back pop. Looking over, she noticed Momo scanning through the books vaguely. “You should have gone with everyone else.” Y/N muttered, cleaning up her station. Momo merely scoffed, waving her hand in her friends direction. “It’s not going that well if the GC is anything to go by. They’ve been making sneering faces at Jirou and Toga since they arrived...besides, I didn’t want to go if you weren’t going to be there to keep me in check.” Y/N snickered, shaking her head softly. “We both know you’d have been the one to keep me in check.” she answered, continuing her clean up. Silence passed for a few minutes, before Momo spoke hesitantly. “You like them don’t you?...that’s why you don’t want to go?” Y/N peered up at Momo, an unreadable expression on her face. “I don’t...not like them, I just...I don’t know enough about them to t-” Momo cut her off with a snort. “You can’t lie to me, I’m your best friend. It’s okay if you like them. We all know that things that are meant to be will happen in it’s own time...now let’s go get some food so I can stare at Rumi for a while.” Y/N could only laugh as she packed up her station, and the two women made their way to the back of the shop, and out the building.

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Everything at the BBQ was tense. Jirou and Toga were sitting in one corner of the setup talking to Rumi and Mina. Both women apologizing profusely for their bosses girlfriends. Kiri was trying to have a conversation with Bakugo, but Ochaco was trying to pester him to talk to her. It seemed the two still haven’t made up since the whole mall fiasco. Camie was perched on Keigo’s lap talking his ear off about some expensive jewelry he wanted her to by. Kendo and Shoto weren’t even talking to each other. He couldn’t figure out what she was mad at him for this time, so he chose to leave her be. Shinsou and Nejire were inside arguing yet again, about the 

The creaking of the fence, told everyone that someone else had arrived. Toga jumped up her hands clapping at the sight of her boss. Y/N smiled, waving her offering above her head. “I didn’t know what I needed, so I just brought some b-” Before she could finish her sentence, Camie let out a shriek as she recognized the woman from the grocery store. “What the hell are you doing here?!” Ochaco snarled, standing up to get in Y/N’s face. Nejire stepped out of the shop to see the commotion, and sneered at the sight of Y/N. It seemed that all four women have had a run-in with Y/N, and they had decided she needed to go. Camie snatched the drinks out of Y/N’s hands, and threw them on the ground smirking when the glass shattered. “We don’t need any fucking hand outs from you skank.” she huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t be a fucking skank Camie, she didn’t fucking do anything to you!” Izuku snarled, ready to snatch her by her hair. Dabi held his boyfriend back, shaking his head. “No one invited you here anyway.” Kendo snickered, flipping her hair behind her back. Rumi stood up, and stepped into Kendo’s space, causing the shorter woman to move back. “She’s the owner of the shop across the way. This was planned as a welcome to the neighborhood gathering; instead she has to meet the best paid hookers in the city.” Rumi snarked, ignoring the reprimand Shoto sent her way. 

Momo merely scoffed, sliding her glasses further up her nose. “If this is what the neighborhood has to offer, then I don’t think we’re interested.” She mused, eyes raking over the four women in front of her. Y/N had yet to say anything, her eyes still trained on the broken glass on the ground. “Can’t speak for yourself bitch?” Ochaco hissed, reaching out to grab Y/N’s arm. Before she could wrap her hand around the other woman’s wrist, Y/N snatched it. Tugging Ochaco forward, she connected her knee with the short haired woman's face, and smiled at the crunch the contact made with her nose. Shoving Ochaco aside, she reached for Nejire, wrapping both hands in her hair, Y/N pulled her head back and slammed it forward. Nejire screamed as the pain coursed through her face. Kendo and Camie went to grab for her, but Y/N was faster; decking Kendo, Y/N grabbed Camie’s arm, and threw her over her shoulder and into the trash behind her. 

Dusting her hands off, Y/N turned toward Mina and Rumi, a smile on her face. “We’re going out tonight, girls and gays are welcome. You can meet us outside the shop in about two hours?” Y/N questioned, waiting for confirmation. “Don’t worry about finding a D.D. That’s going to be Shiggy’s job.” And Y/N and Momo left, no apology on their lips as the four women cried and screamed, bleeding all over themselves. 

-The four men were stunned, and sat for a good ten minutes unable to comprehend what exactly happened. Y/N’s employees left, along with Mina and Rumi, which left Dabi, Izuku, and Denki to deal with Ochaco, Camie, Kendo, and Nejire.

-The four women wanted to press charges, but Keigo put his foot down. Y/N was provoked first, and he went off on Camie. It was the first time he’s yelled at her in their long relationship, but he was so disappointed. He just wanted to welcome someone to the neighborhood and it was shot to shit because they couldn’t even be nice. 

-Trouble in Paradise bby’s. 

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[electroniccollectiondonut]

Turns out when I said "later post" in the tags of my last post in meant immediately. SO here are my unabridged, unorganized thoughts on the Thelyss bros. Under the cut because I have so much to say about these two and it's a crime that their relationship is portrayed so little in fanfic.

First of all I think they're very close in age. like Irish twins close (Irish twins is when two siblings are born within 12 months or less of each other), or at least the elvish equivalent. Basically Verin was an accident baby while Essek was still in a cradle.

Verin is a paladin of the Luxon for several reasons. Reason 1: Echo Knight is a cool af class but I already know the details for paladin. Reason 2: I think it's funny to imagine Essek offering to teach him this cool new spell he invented and Verin is just like nah I already got this. Reason 3: I'm in love with the idea of the juxtaposition between Essek, who thinks the Luxon as a religion is absolute bullshit, and Verin, who has faith enough to draw his magic from it.

Actually a lot of what gets me about these two is the differences between them. They're different in almost every way but they still care about each other over just about anyone else.

Specifically Verin's paladin oath is the Oath of the Watcher. I think he also has some levels in Horizon Walker ranger because those two subcalsses are perfect for the commander of Bazzoxan.

Their childhood was not the best. Based on how much of myself I can see in him in canon and how much of my younger sibling I see in what little we have of Verin, I'm gonna make an educated guess and say Deirta was emotionally and mentally abusive and somewhat neglectful at best and somewhat physically abusive at worst. They are both very aware that she's not a good parent. They love her anyway, and it tears them up inside.

WOW typing that out makes me feel vulnerable as hell don't you love it when you can project onto a character so much that you give them all of your exact mommy issues.

Verin, while canonically the himbo of the family, is only the himbo in a relative sense. He's very athletic, has a high emotional intelligence, is not as smart as the people surrounding him, and has very few ambitions, be they political or otherwise.

However. Not as smart as Essek "23 INT" Thelyss is very very different from being dumb. Verin is a brilliant strategist and he's far from stupid in other respects. If I was making up stats I'd put his INT at 14, which is still above average (average being 10-11).

Now, about that emotional intelligence: we know Essek does great in a political setting but flounders in friendly social interaction. Verin does not have the same problem. He does alright in political situations, but he's amazing with people. He knows all of his soldiers by name and assignment and he knows the important things in his ranking officers' lives and his second-in-command's kids call him uncle.

Essek is good with people too, but in the lying and manipulating them sense moreso than the caring and talking to them sense. (if we're talking stats, Verin's base CHA is at probably an 18 to Essek's 15 but Essek has proficiency in deception and persuasion)

I LIKE TO KNOW CHARACTERS STATS OKAY

Their dad is.... a whole can of worms that they mostly just don't talk about. They're mostly past that at this point. Or at least they pretend to be.

If (aka when) their father gets reborn and finishes anamnesis, they're both going to be extremely fucked up over it.

When Essek got himself reassigned to Eiselcross, Verin did too. He'll be damned if his brother is going to go to a freaky arctic research base by himself. That's why the soldier the M9 talk to in 131 says Essek instead of the Shadowhand.

Speaking of Shadowhand, Verin thinks Essek's job is sketchy as fuck but he's been not saying anything about it for like 20 years and he's not about to start now. Conversely, Essek thinks Verin's job sounds fucking terrifying, but he's not going to say anything either.

Essek came up with the floating partially because Verin got taller than him, except that he didn't expect Verin to keep growing so Verin is still taller. He's a solid five foot ten whereas Essek is five foot six floating and five foot two standing.

They're codependent both because of the traumatic environment they were raised in and because I think codependent sibling headcanons are the shit.

Okay thats.... enough for now I think? I have many more headcanons but I need to go to bed now and if I put this in my drafts I'll forget all about it so

#verin thelyss #critical role #essek thelyss

[whitewitchdani]

Laters, Baby: Chapter 12

Read Chapter 11 Here

Word Count: 1780

Pairing: Winchester!Sister x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, description of injury, mention of a serial killer

A/N: Sorry I’ve been MIA y’all. I had to go back to work and it sucked. lol. Here’s chapter 12! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to be tagged. :)

Laters, Baby Masterlist

“Simple salt and burn my ass. Did Bobby do any research on this house before he gave us this case?” You complained as you sat at the motel table doing research while Dean cleaned his gun on the bed and Sam had just finished showering.

“Why, what’s up?” asked Sam as he approached you from behind drying his hair.

“This house was the site of a serial killing. A victim of the BTK killer was killed here, oh my god.”

“No way. Really?” Sam asked as he looked at the laptop over your shoulder.

“BTK? What the hell is that?” asked Dean as he slid a magazine into place.

“Seriously Dean? He’s one of the most famous serial killers in history; he killed at least 10 people. I learned about him in one of my classes at Stanford. BTK stands for bind, torture, kill. Guy still gives me the skeeves,” you shuddered.

“Shit really? And this is a victims house?” Dean asked as he walked toward the motel table.

“Yeah checks out. And the way the people have been being attacked lines up with the way the girl was attacked and killed,” answered Sam.

“So is it the victim or BTK?” Dean asked as he walked around the table and sat down, leaning back to reach the fridge and grab a round of beers for everyone.

“Well Rader, BTK, died in prison. So there’s no reason for him to be tied to that house. I’d say it’s definitely our girl,” you replied as you accepted the beer from Dean.

“This is going to be an interesting case,” Sam said with a sigh as he took the beer from Dean and sat down. “Haven’t had a good ghost hunt in a while.”

“It says here she’s buried in the town cemetery. So, Dean, you wanna go dig her up while Sam and I go to the house?” you asked as you shut the laptop.

“Why do I always get the dirty jobs?”

“You lied to Sam and me for over 25 years; I don’t want to hear you complain about anything I ask you to do for a very, very long time,” you batted your eyes at your eldest brother.

He nodded his head at you, “Touché, kid. Touché.” 

------------ Later at the house, you and Sam made sure the place was empty. The previous occupants had fled after the last attack, leaving the home vacant. It was silent in the small house, until the ring of Sam’s phone caused both of you to jump.

Sam grabbed it and looked at the caller ID, “It’s Dean.” Flipping it open, he put it on speaker and answered. “Hey Dean, did you find the grave?”

You both heard heavy breathing on the other end of the line, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“You’re 30, Dean,” Sam rolled his eyes, “Did you burn the bones?”

“Yes I burned the bones,” he replied out of breath. “I just finished filling in the grave.”

“Alright, Sam and I will sweep the house one last time so just get back here.”

“Super.” Dean rasped out before he hung up.

Sam flipped the phone closed and turned to face you, “Well, you take upstairs and I’ll take downstairs?”

“Meet back at the front door and then we can get the hell out of here in time to hit the bar.”

Sam rolled his eyes with a smile as you ran up the stairs. You looked through the bedrooms and, finding nothing, began to trudge back down the stairs. As you hit the second step on the staircase, you felt two hands in the small of your back and before you could react, they gave you a hard shove. With a scream, you tumbled down the stairs and landed at the bottom with a thump.

Sam came scrambling around the corner to the base of the stairs to see you groaning at the bottom. “Y/N!” He rushed to your side and breathed a sigh of relief to see you were still conscious. “Are you alright?”

“Just peachy, Sam. Not like I just fell down a damn flight of stairs or anything.” You rolled your eyes at your twin. Attempting to stand, you hissed and grimaced as you put weight on your right hand, “Ah! Son of a bitch! Goddammit I think I broke my wrist.”

Your brother grabbed your wrist to examine it and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the front door slamming open. You both turned expecting another ghostly encounter, only to see your older brother strut in waving his gun around.

Dean walked in and cleared the room before looking at his siblings on the floor, “I heard Y/N scream, what happened?”

Sam helped you stand as you answered, “Well, either our girl’s tied here some other way, or there’s something else in this house. Something pushed me down those stairs and now my goddamn wrist is broken.”

“I burned those bones, there’s no way that ghost is still here.”

“Then what else could be here?” Sam crossed his arms in frustration.

“Well I didn’t throw myself down the stairs. Something is here,” you groaned as you held your wrist and leaned on Sam to stay upright.

“Good observation, Winchester.”

All three of you turned to follow a British accent towards the staircase finding a tall, blonde man standing in the middle of them. As your eyes met his, he flashed his blue eyes onyx causing every Winchester in the room to let out a collective sigh. 

“Seriously? I’m gonna kill Bobby. Simple salt and burn my ass,” you repeated your sentiment from earlier in the evening.

“Don’t blame your surly hunter friend, Winchester. Before I arrived it WAS just the spirit here.” The demon began to descend the stairs as he spoke, “No I’m here for a different reason all together.” 

“What could you possibly want?” you yelled.

“You, Miss Winchester. You see, our Father has issued a bounty on you. Any demon that brings you back to him alive will be rewarded greatly, and I intend to be that demon.” His thin lips curled into a sickly smile. 

“Like hell.” Dean fired the shotgun into the demon’s chest, causing him to fly backwards. “Time to go.” He grabbed your good wrist and pulled you through the front door, Sam pulling up the rear. 

Suddenly, Sam got thrown by a force into the lawn.

“Sam!” you yelled. You and Dean turned to look back and saw the demon in the doorway. 

Your brother put an arm protectively in front of you, “You aren’t taking her to Lucifer. Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged.” The demon smiled, “Just give me the girl and no one gets hurt. For once no one gives a rat’s ass about the infamous Winchester brothers, just their whore sister who miraculously is the soulmate to the devil.”

“Hey!” You yelled at him. “Just because you’re a demon doesn’t give you license to be a dick.”

“No one talks to my sister like that.” Dean lifted the shotgun once more but with a wave of his hand, the demon flicked it out of his hands. With another wave, Dean was thrown away from you.

“Dean!” He and Sam were groaning in a heap on the lawn, leaving you alone with the demon on the sidewalk. You turned your attention to him, “I’m not going with you.”

“My dear, I don’t think you’ll have a choice. See, I’m a demon and you’re an injured, female hunter. Not exactly much of a fight,” he smirked. In a flash, he backhanded you across the face.

Your face turned to the side with the force. You looked at him wide eyed as you wiped the blood from the corner of your mouth, realizing he had a bit of a point. But you’d be damned if you went down without a fight. Bringing your leg up behind you, you grabbed Ruby’s demon knife out of your boot. You leaned forward and slashed, making contact with his arm.

“AH! You bitch! You’re lucky Lucifer wants you or I’d kill you right here.”

“Not if I kill you first you black eyed bastard.”

Fighting with your non-dominant hand was difficult, but you held your own. The demon got a few licks in, but he was no match for the knife. Dean yelled from the lawn, causing the demon to look away from you just long enough to make your move. With one swing, you brought your left hand around and plunged the demon knife into his chest, causing him to spark orange inside his vessel as he died.

The vessel collapsed on the ground as your brothers rose from it, making their way over to you. You bent over and pulled the knife from the man’s chest, the blade still smoking. 

Sam got to you first, “You alright?” He grabbed your face to check the split lip and saw a bruise forming on your cheek.

“I’m fine Sam. I just need Bobby to set this stupid thing and I’ll be good as new.”

“Friggin’ demons man.” Dean growled as he made his way to the driver’s side of the Impala. 

“My sentiments exactly. But Dean, Lucifer issued a bounty for me. Attacks like this are only going to get worse,” you slid into the backseat with your twin, him tending to your injuries.

“I know, kid. We’ll figure something out.”

Dean threw the car into drive and headed back to Sioux Falls. With a yelp from you, Sam set your wrist and wrapped it in a bandage from the first aid kit. You gave him a look of contempt as he did so since you A. weren’t expecting it and B. expected Bobby to do it when you got back.

“You better not have fucked that up, or I’ll re-break it on your jaw,” you smirked at your brother.

“Ha-Ha. You know it’s right; I wanted to get it set before it started to heal wrong.” He sighed, “What are you thinking Y/N/N? I can see your wheels turning.”

You sighed in return, “That I should just go to Lucifer like I planned. You and Dean are gonna get hurt soon and I don’t wanna risk it.” You replied to him lowly so Dean wouldn’t hear; he was pissed enough.

“You know that isn’t an option.”

“I know but-”

The screech of the impact of metal on metal interrupted you as another vehicle rammed into the passenger side of the Impala. The car flipped twice before landing right-side up on the side of the road, leaving all of the Winchester’s inside unconscious.

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[potatoesandsunshine]

Campaign 2 Wrap Up: Anna Potatoesandsunshine Edition

Seemed like it would be fun to go through all the fan content I made for this campaign and try to find at least one thing I like about each thing! Kind of like looking back through a photo album. Under the cut because as it turns out, I wrote kind of a lot! (As in, 21 fics and 3 playlists kind of a lot!)

the sea, once it casts its spell (fjord speculation, what’s up with all this ocean stuff?? the fic)

The first thing I wrote for c2, wayyy in the beginning of things. We had no idea about Uk’otoa or Avantika or anyone at this point, it was pure ocean vibes for my favorite warlock. I really like how hard I leaned in on the “the ocean follows Fjord to land” idea.

so many things will fill my life (but only one will do) (post-campaign cali/jester fluff, written the night of the cali episode and so sweet it could rot your teeth)

This one is just good. I just did good with this one. I’m one of those people who hates their own work the night of posting and then when looking back at it goes, “Wow, this is great.” My favorite thing is the little gifts sent along with the letters! Cali was so fun and cute :)

when the dust does roam (Beau study up to Episode 42, 2k words of Beau poking at the idea of grief)

Best thing I did in this fic was have Caleb-through-Frumpkin bugging Beau about getting some sleep. They really... they’re siblings, your honor. 

“  “Fuck off, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Beau picks the bird up and sets him in the hood of her own cloak, out of reach of any weasels or startled monks in the morning. It’d suck to have to tell Caleb that his Frumpkin got eaten by Sprinkle.” C’mon guys, let’s do the sibling dance.

keep your swords out by your sides (the idea for this was, What If Fjord Has Nightmares From Uk’otoa Every Night and just doesn’t remember them)

Assigning everybody a word Uk’otoa had said for each nightmare in this was a challenge; I went into it knowing I wanted Caleb for Learn and Caduceus for Consume and had to guess the rest - for an angry eye snake Uk’otoa didn’t give us a ton of quotes. 

“ He reaches over and runs a hand along the wall of the ship. From his touch, mushrooms begin sprouting.” Caduceus starting to decompose the Mistake in the middle of cooking was maybe the best moment in this story for me. Like, yeah. Yeah. Ok you funky little grave cleric.

strange but not a stranger (Caleb & Jester, in the immediate aftermath of Caleb’s charm in Episode 55)

the first of my “the Mighty Nein won’t have these conversations with each other in canon so they have to be had in fic” ideas that turned into a full-fledged story. I still had not discovered the em dash at this point, so the formatting of this makes me cringe a little bit, but this fic was really about The Emotions Of Being Out Of Control which turned out to be a very big Thing for the Mighty Nein.

now this story was when swords were humble (fake academia mixed with a Yasha study)

Honestly I’m still obsessed with the AU I made here where Yasha was just awakening every sword she used without knowing it?? Why did I use that here only?? That might come back. But the best part about this fic is the citations; me at my most in-joke and ridiculous.

through the teeth of this tempest (Written in the immediate aftermath of Episode 69, Yasha internally trying to break Obann’s control over the course of a month.)

The most “I wrote this to cope with canon” fic out of all of them. I was crying writing this, I was so upset that Yasha was gone ugh just remembering it. Still waiting for past me to discover the em dash, I genuinely don’t know why I didn’t know how to do it and I’ve thought about going back and editing all of these but I’m just Not Gonna Do All That. Anyway, I really like how Yasha catches lightning with her sword in this. We all really manifested that happening.

nothing more than what the losers settle for (Time travel, a series of oneshots where each member of the m9 sans Caduceus went back to a different point in the timeline and murdered Trent Ikithon)

This was my longest fic for c2, so I’m mostly just glad it got finished. This happened somewhere around the time Matt released that set of notes that mentioned Trent in more detail and I hated him so much I just had to write him dying six times. That speaks for itself.

Revolutionary!Fjord was also a good turn. He could pull it off, I think.

we’re gonna show ‘em a thing, or two, or three (Jester growing up fluff!)

I really like how I did Jester & Artagan in this, even though he barely appears. Someone better at songwriting than me please write the Dragon Song. Em dash makes an appearance here but the formatting is still wrong. I Am Once Again Asking For Proper Use Of The Em Dash.

the best things (happen while you’re dancing) (Mid-Episode 97 Divergence, Jester taking the reins at the party + hints of jester/beau/yasha bc i still love my girls so much)

Jester’s a little out of character in this, but not wildly so, and it was for the purposes of a Trapped By Societal Convention plot that I wanted her to mastermind so I think it was fine in the end. I’m still fascinated by the way she unbalanced Ludinus Da’leth in basically every interaction they had, and while their scene feels pretty cliche in this... the cliches are there for a reason. They’re so fun to write.

Em dash my beloved, there you are.

plus thirty-one varieties of sacramental wine (The Galavant crossover that truly nobody asked for, Beau + the monks)

Yeah, this one’s just fun. Not much more to say about it. Critical Role and Galavant are both fantasy, but they’re honestly pretty different in tone, and it was fun to write Beau dropped into a comedy musical.

oh we were sea-bound and aimless at best (Purely angst, a What If The Fjord & Orly Resurrections Didn’t Work fic)

Made myself care about Marius with this one, y’all. What more can I say? Beau having to go from first mate to captain was just... deliciously painful, because she would.

lost my shape trying to act casual (Beau & Yasha during travelercon, another mid-episode fic, this time of 104)

Yasha comforting Beau, who feels guilty for not feeling guilty... That Mighty Nein wasn’t lying, Mind Control and Autonomy can be themes. Another in the  “the Mighty Nein won’t have these conversations with each other in canon so they have to be had in fic” tank. They really just... didn’t open up to each other for a long time, which made sense, but I wanted them to.

so long as you don’t mind a little dying (Beau & Caduceus, sometime in the peace talks arc)

Keeping with the Mighty Nein Please Talk To Each Other theme, I feel like I did a pretty good job with the late-night conversation energy of this fic. This was at a time when I was looking at Caduceus, can opener in hand, ready to make this firbolg open up about his feelings. Beau in this is prickly and confrontational but only in service of her friend’s well-being.

amber light, bending (Eiselcross speculation, Widofjord and all the messiness therein)

THE widofjord fic of my two widofjord fics. The blueprint. The better one. Finally I got the dynamic figured out. I maintain that the tower is an absolute expression of Caleb’s love for his friends. The way that neither of them have the braincell in this fic... yeah this one is just good.

and a blade between them (Widofjord happening... sometime.)

Okay so this is not as good as amber light and I will never be able to look at it and like it as much, but it was still fun to write. Anyway, the intimacy of shaving someone else. That is good. The tag “if they didn’t want me to think about the blood pact they shouldn’t have made the blood pact” is the most useful takeaway from this fic and is the driving force behind the Fjord/Jester/Caleb fic I’m working on now, so it wasn’t a waste of time or anything.

feel the ground beneath my feet turn into the sky (Post-Campaign Astrid-retires-to-Nicodranas, Astrid/Jester)

This is another one where I’m like “Yeah, this is just good.” Packed full of Wizard Fashion, Artagan making an appearance to rope Astrid into having a happier future, and the power of Going To The Seaside. Good for you, fic-Astrid.

spend your days biting your own neck (Role-reversal where Beau is the one mind-controlled this time and Yasha is the one chasing after her, set very early in the Tomb Takers arc)

So much of this fic is about not saying things aloud - Beau’s POV spends a good chunk on body language and Yasha writes multiple letters on paper and in her own head - but devotion bleeding through anyway because there’s nowhere else for it to go. The two of them go tumbling over a cliff together at the end but Yasha has wings, ugh. Yeah this was a good one.

and blow the dry leaves from the tree (Somewhere before the beauyasha date but otherwise timeline-nonspecific Nicodranas, Yasha & Yeza become friends)

Yasha & Yeza making pancakes together when neither of them know how to do so... is good. This fic is very much about grief sneaking in, but it’s even more about finding someone to share the moment with you. I think these two have more in common than we think.

oh, lend a mending hand (Caleb & Caduceus during Beau’s tombstone meditation in Episode 130)

I wrote this entire fic as an excuse for Caleb and Caduceus to hug and it does what it says on the tin. Got em.

it’s about the passing of measures (Beauyasha at the end of Episode 134, Aeor speculation)

This fic got extremely sidetracked because I rediscovered the marble machine during it and I do not apologize for that. I still really like the idea that Aeor as a whole, not just the Cognouza, is somewhat-alive. Too much magic and too much death for it to be anything else, in my mind. And I’m a sap for hurt/comfort.

the blumentrio playlist nobody asked for

If I think too much about how deep in each other these three people are I will cry. Made myself a soundtrack for those tears. 

the caleb playlist nobody asked for

what if this angsty wizard had a playlist of songs that mostly just... make me want to dance? that question was answered here.

the caduceus playlist nobody asked for

songs about home, leaving home, dying, changing, becoming someone new, coming home and finding it’s changed... this to me is caduceus.

yeah... this campaign has been fun!! I probably won’t stop making things about it; I still write about Vox Machina, for crying out loud, but... it feels good to lay it all out like this. It’s been a long few years, and it’s wild to be seeing the end of it now.

#yes tumblr hates links yes here is an overlong post with 24 links #now THIS is why you make a blog. to look at your own work and say yeah several times. #critical role #i have some stuff i've been working on but i don't see any of it getting finished before the epilogue #looking back at everything is like... yeah! i had a lot of fun here! #anna's fic notes

[xianarcissamalfoy]

Curiosity Killed the Kat. Satisfaction Brought her Back. Part 1— Avengers x platonic!OC— Loki x OC

Warnings: The Avengers being rude, mentions of torture, my OC being sassy, a pretty serious chapter, Loki being sweet, probably some other stuff

It was loud. It was annoying. It was, sadly, my alarm clock. Sorry, my name is Katherine Isabella Thomas, but everyone calls me Kit. I turned eighteen two months ago, and I am an Avenger.

My mother is Sarah Wilson-Carter, the younger sister of Sam Wilson; the Falcon. Now, don’t get me wrong. I loved my mother. But when she gave me up when I was nine, I wanted nothing more than to bash her skull in with Thor’s hammer (Sorry, I’m a mythology freak), especially since she gave me up because her new husband made her choose between us. Now, I live with my Uncle Sam. And ever since he became an Avenger, I lived in the compound with him.

I love the Avengers. I loved Captain America and Howard Stark and Peggy Carter (the list goes on) and I especially love Bucky Barnes. I’ve heard all the stories. Steve got his ass kicked in an alley and Bucky somehow always knew and saved him. Steve got the serum and rescued Bucky, the only thing Bucky was concerned about was Steve’s safety. Believe me, the only person that knows more about Bucky is... well, not Bucky that’s for sure. Steve or Natasha, probably.

I’m the baby of the Avengers. I’m a fully grown adult, but to them I’m still eleven years old. Which means, the nickname “Kitten” never went away. I liked when I was a kid, but now it’s kinda annoying. Like when people call me “Kat”. Honestly, any nickname they could come up with is going to be worse than “Kitten” but when you’re eighteen and the only thing you want is to be treated like you’re eighteen (other than a photo with Loki, of course), it gets annoying.

My clock read 8:00 am (wayyy too early when you stay up binge watching Game of Thrones or The Office, binge reading Harry Potter, or binge writing on Wattpad and Tumblr) and I quickly hit stop. I walked to my dresser and pulled on one of the many Black Sabbath t-shirts I stole from Tony.

My bare feet padded along the hardwood floor as I made my way to the dining room where everyone, including Thor and Tony, were. “Morning guys.” I yawned, making myself a cup of coffee.

“Is that my shirt?” Tony furrowed his brows as he played with the hem of it.

“Yeah.”

“So it’s you who’s been stealing my shirts and not Natasha or Wanda?” Tony huffed, pushing my cup out of the way and pouring himself a new one.

“Yeah.”

“Are you just going to keep saying ‘yeah’?” I looked up at him.

“Yeah.” Tony rolled his eyes as he leaned over the island. “You know how much money I could make off of this t-shirt? It’s currently listed at a quarter of a million dollars.” Rhodes let out a long whistle. “I wonder if I can make it to three quarters.”

“Kitten, we have more important things to talk about.” Steve interrupted. “Thor?”

“Thank you, Captain. You’ve all heard me talk about just how much my father hates Loki’s actions.”

“Don’t we all.” Tony muttered, receiving a glare from Thor.

“Anyways, Father has decided that Loki is no longer welcome in Asgard until he repays for his crimes against earth. Mother agrees. I was hoping that he could maybe... stay here? In the basement?” Clint spit out his coffee, choking on it. Natasha lent over to rub his back as I suppressed a giggle.

“Absolutely not. He is not coming within two hundred light years of Bruce and Kit.” I rolled my eyes at Clint’s statement. This is what I mean by overprotective.

“I agree. Having both Bruce and Kit in the compound while Loki is just a few floors underground... that’s not a good idea.” Steve agreed, looking around the table to see nods of agreement. Except from me, Wanda, Pietro, and Vision.

“Apologies, Captain, but I believe it most beneficial for Loki to repent for his crimes against Earth. He may not make it to that stage considering you all want to kill him, but regardless, Thor has repeatedly told you all that that wasn’t Loki who attacked New York. It was the mind stone. And if Loki was mind controlled, who’s to say he was ever truly evil?”

“I agree with the walking microwave.” Pietro spoke up, his hand gently massaging my shoulder. He was my best friend and he knew what I was thinking. “Besides, you forgave Wanda and I for knowingly trying to kill you all, including Kit, what is the difference?”

“You were kids. Loki wasn’t. The mind stone alters your emotions so that whatever you’re feeling is the only thing you can think about. In Loki’s case it was releasing an alien army into New York and killing eighty people.” Natasha growled, trying to hide under her calm demeanor.

“Natasha how many people have you killed?” I spoke up, my voice strong. “How many people have you guys killed, actually?”

“That’s Natasha’s past, Kitten. That’s not who she is now.” Sam reassured me but I merely scoffed.

“She wasn’t under mind control. It might be her past but if we’re going to treat Loki the way you guys are treating him, who’s to say this isn’t a scam? A ruse to get you all to trust her so she can stab you in the back? Do we truly know?” Natasha glared at the island, her grip so tight it began to bend the spoon.

“Kit, stop. This isn’t your decision-“ Steve ordered gently but I ignored him.

“What about you guys? You’ve all killed people. What’s the difference?”

“Those were bad people Kit. That’s the difference.” Bruce sighed, rubbing his eyes.

“But they had families. Friends. Lives ahead of them. Honestly are we any better than HYDRA? Any better than anyone? Who is to say who’s a good or bad person? Who is to put a group of people so high up on the throne, tat they can make such decisions. Is that our job? Because if that’s what the Avengers is all about you guys are idiots. No wonder Ross and all those countries wanted you to sign the Accords.” I snapped, saying the last sentence under my breath.

“Kit, you’re taking this way too personally.” My uncle announced. I chuckled slightly.

“Rule ten: ‘Never get personally involved on a case’.” I argued before turning to Steve. “And what about Bucky? He was mind controlled and we’ve all come to terms with that. Tony is still a bit sore because Bucky killed his parents but he’s trying. Why can’t we do the same for Loki?” I looked up at Thor. “You have my permission.”

“Mine too.” The twins announced together before squabbling over who said it first which ended up in them fighting on the floor. I smiled at the two. Wishing I had a sibling to do that with.

Vision agreed as well, leaving it up to the others. Bruce eventually broke, Sam and Rhodey as well. “Steve, Tony. We know Natasha and Clint aren’t backing down. It’s up to you. Well really and truly it wouldn’t matter because you’re outnumbered but still.” I smirked gently.

“Actually I’ve begun to see Kit’s point.” Clint muttered and all heads snapped towards him.

“You do?” I scrunched my nose.

“I don’t trust him.”

“I never said you needed to.”

“I don’t trust him, but I’m willing to allow him to try and gain some respect. Natasha and I are on the same page. He wasn’t completely in control of himself. I was brainwashed and mind controlled too. I know the trauma that lurks afterwards. If there is a sliver of a chance Loki can change back into the good man that Thor is always talking to Kit about, them why not give him a chance?”

“I guess it’s settled then.” Steve sighed. “Thor, bring him in. Stark, Banner, I know you guys have been working on the power cancelling bracelets. Are they finished?”

“Well there might still be a few kinks left in them. The twins are gonna be our test subjects for the moment. Kit you wanna come?” Tony asked and I shook my head.

“Nah I’ve got something I need to take care of before we’re all out on edge. I’ll see you guys later.” I hopped off the barstool and refilled my coffee before heading to the elevator. “Library please, Friday.” Thor squeezed into the elevator before the doors closed, taking up most of the space.

“Thank you, Lady Kit for standing up for my brother.” I looked up at Thor who was looking at me already.

“Everyone deserves a second chance. But if he tries something, I’ll kill him.” Thor chuckled, patting me on the head.

“You’re cute. And tiny.” Thor blew my threat off quickly. If only he knew it wasn’t quite empty.

When Loki arrived the whole compound was buzzing. Natasha and Sam forced me to suit up, not wanting to take any chances with Loki. Black armored leggings, an armored tank top, green boots that went up to my knees, and a black leather jacket with gold accents. It was my color scheme, because green was the color of my mother’s eyes. I still, to this day, honor her despite what she did to me.

I had a black, leather holster on each thigh and calf, Berretta M9’s on the thighs, daggers with green leather strips on the hilt for grip. It was strange how they let me carry all these weapons and have seen me pull a few triggers but they think of me as innocent.

“Ready Kitten?” Tony asked and I nodded, pushing the double doors open. Loki was standing in the middle of the cell, in trousers and and a green shirt, the sleeves rolled up his elbows. I gasped when he turned to face me, for his eyes were colorless and lips sewn shut.

“Thor we aren’t going to leave him like that, are we?” I questioned before I even got to the quietly speaking group.

“He can’t use magic if he doesn’t have a voice, Kit.” Tony said, patting me on the back.

“Are you serious? I could somewhat understand a gag, but that? You’re fucking with me, right?” They flinched at my tone of voice. I usually don’t cuss in front of them.

“Kit it’s better this way, he can’t-“ Sam started but I cut him off.

“No! It’s not better! He has to be in extreme pain right now and none of you care?!” Even Thor looked to the ground. I scoffed. “Fuck you. All of you.” I walked up to the cylinder, scanning my badge and eye so the door would open.

“Kit. You’re not allowed in there.” Steve said sternly but it was too late. I was already in.

“If I’m not allowed in here then how come you guys programmed it so I could open the doors?” I snapped, not bothering to look back at them. “Loki?” I asked in a gentle voice. He was watching me intently, his eyes trailing over me as I got closer. I held my hand out for him to fake but he flinched away so I pulled it back by my side. “Loki my name’s Katherine, but everyone calls me Kit. I’m eighteen, I love to read and write and draw. Thor is like the older brother I never had. He tells me about you from when you guys were kids. About how you once turned him into a frog and how he secretly enjoyed it despite saying he didn’t.” I smiled at Loki. “Would you like to sit down?” Loki nodded and slowly but surely did. I plopped down next to him and this time, he didn’t flinch away.

“What is she doing?” Sam hissed, getting ready to get me out but Thor held him back.

“She’s treating him like a person.” Thor whispered watching us.

“Bruce can you go grab a first aid kit for me?” I asked and the doctor scurried away. “You can trust me Loki. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Ever.” I held out my hand once more and he tentatively took it. I smiled up at him and rubbed reassuring patterns on his knuckles. “I’m happy I finally get to meet you.” I whispered, and he hummed. His face was bruised and cut, some more recent than others. “Loki, I need to clean you up. Will you let me?” Loki seemed to think about it for a moment before he nodded gently. “Okay. Come on.” I stood and helped him up, on of his arms wrapped around my shoulders to help him walk.

“Where are you two going?” Clint questioned, all of them following us to the elevator.

“FRI take us up to the common room.” The elevator began to move and Loki looked a bit worried. “I’ve got you.” I whispered. When the doors opened back up I steered Loki towards my bedroom, despite the growing protests.

I set Loki down on my bed as I gathered everything I would need and turned the bath water on, pouring some essential oils (lavender and eucalyptus). I checked the temperature before walking back to Loki. Everyone had gathered in my room to protect me but it was obvious that I wouldn’t need it.

After Loki undressed (I looked away, yeesh) Thor helped him down into the water. Loki sighed in contentment under the warm water and soap bubbles. “Can I play with your hair?” Loki nodded and I smiled widely. His hair was knotted, obviously not taken care of in at least a few days. Once I had the conditioner in it (it smells like an English forest in my bathroom now) it was easier to comb out. Loki has his eyes closed throughout it, lifting his neck up now and then when I needed him to. I pulled it into a bun with a scrunchy so I could move on to wash his body.

I poured my lavender soap onto a loofa and gently scrubbed away at the dirt, blood, and grime. Eyes were on me and they definitely weren’t the good kind. I looked up to see the team staring at me. “What?”

“How can you treat him with such kindness, Kit?” Tony asked and I shrugged.

“I guess I’m more compassionate than any of you.” I blew the question off, returning to getting Loki clean, though I did let him do his own.. crotch and ass (I might not be as innocent as everyone thinks but I do shy away from everything sexual. Unless it’s on Tumblr or Wattpad). I rinsed him and Thor helped him climb out and dry off (thank you Thor I’d be as red as Nat’s hair if I had to do it).

Loki looked much more comfortable now that he was in a pair of sweatpants that hung lowly on his hips and a shirt that was too loose, laying back on my bed with his hair fanned out. “Feel better?” He nodded, lips trying to smile but he winced. “Don’t smile. I’m gonna get those out for you, Loki. But it’s going to hurt.” He sighed through his nose as I gently cut and pulled the thread out. It left holes in his gorgeous, pink lips; holes that Thor said would close up in time. As soon as I cleaned up the cuts on his face Loki sat up, mouth opening.

“Thank you.” He croaked out, eyes shimmering with tears. “I didn’t think I’d ever get those out.” Loki’s gaze darted to the floor.

“Well its a good thing you have me now. Because that dick of a stepfather you have is gonna get a piece of my mind if I ever see him.” I threatened, bringing a small smile to Loki’s face. “And you aren’t going back to that cell.”

“Kit, you’re getting ahead of yourself.” Sam warned but I glared it him.

“You guys didn’t really think that once I had Loki looking like himself I’d send him back down there so Heimdall knows what can happen?” I snapped, cleaning up the nightstand where I had set everything.

“Is that.. is that a saying on Earth?” Loki asked me quietly and I shook my head.

“No. I’ve always been interested in mythology, and before your idiot brother got himself exiled that’s what you two were. Norse gods that nobody believed in. Except me and demigods, of course.” Loki looked at me intently. “On Earth, a demigod is the child of a god and a human. That child can have children with other humans or gods and their descendants will always be called demigods.” Loki nodded slowly. “In Norse mythology, you’re the son of Laufey, a woman, and the brother of Odin and brother in law of Frigg, also known as Frigga.”

“Mortals get so many things twisted it’s headache inducing.” Loki pointed out.

“Yeah like the fact that you gave birth to an eight legged horse named Sleipnir who is Odin’s war horse? Or the giant wolf named Frenrir? Or that Hel is your daughter? Everyone knows she’s not.” I rolled my eyes.

“Hel? Why in the nine realms would anyone believe she’s Loki’s daughter?” Thor demanded.

“Well they do look alike.” I offered with a shrug.

“And she does call me Faðir since I accidently let her into the living realms, once.” Loki grimaced.

“Okay enough of this mythology geek talk.” Tony interrupted. “Time to go back to the cell.”

“No.” I said, crossing my arms as I stood in front of Loki.

“Kit, move.” Steve ordered.

“No. What is the old saying... ‘When the mob and the whole world tell you to move, plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth and say, ‘No, you move.’ So unless you plan on forcing me,” I reached for my thigh holster. “Loki stays.” Everyone looked at each other before Wanda carefully made her way to me.

“You sure you want to do this?” She asked under her breath. “I can go in his head, see if he’s planning something.”

“No. Loki won’t change if we don’t trust him.” Pietro said after speeding over.

“I believe Loki has changed.” Vision agreed, floating over to us. “And I believe Kit is right.”

“What do we do now?” Rhodey muttered. “I don’t want to fight them especially because they have our stongest members on their side.”

“I agree.” Clint sighed. “Alright, kid. Do your thing. But don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart.” With that Clint hopped into the air vents and was gone.

“God sometimes I hate him.” Tasha grumbled before following suite.

“We should probably trust Kit’s judgement. She was right about Bucky and the twins, after all.” Bruce offered. “This can be like a top secret assignment.”

“An assignment that can go south real fast.” Sam argues. “Kit, step away from him or you’re grounded.” I laughed a little though my expression held no humor.

“The only problem with that is I’m an adult. I can make my own choices and if you refuse to see that then fine. I have friends in high places I’ll go under the radar and you’ll never see me again.” Natasha pokes her head out of my vent.

“It’s true. I trained her how to do so. You’ll never find her especially if she has people on her side.” Natasha disappeared again.

“I hate it when she does that.” Tony mumbled.

“I hate it when you guys treat me like a child but here we are.” I snapped.

“Kit, we’re worried about you. You’ve never acted like this before.” Steve said gently.

“Actually this is the same way she acted for Bucky and the twins, Rogers.” Rhodey turned to Tony. “She’s usually right when it comes to this stuff.”

“You have a point, Rhodey.” Tony sighed. “Alright, kid. You can have the god but he’s wearing the bracelets.”

“Tony really?” Sam threw his hands up in disbelief.

“Yes really, Sam.” Steve stepped in. “I don’t trust Loki but I do trust Kit. You should too.”

“I do trust her-“

“Then let her do this. That’s an order.” Sam stormed out of the room at Steve’s sentence. “Kit, he tries anything, you kill him.”

“Yes sir.” I turned back to the god. “Come on, Loki. Let’s get you settled in.”

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