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lady-rose-moon · 1 year

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Love story || Loki x Reader ||

A/N: I hope you like this, it's short but sweet! ^-^

Credits: Love Story by Taylor Swift! I do not own her songs!

My main masterlist <3

Gathering into the crowded stadium, you could hardly contain your excited jitters as you stared down at the stage below, the stage that Taylor would soon stand on and blow away your night. And you got to spend it with Loki!

Loki had surprised you with tickets for the eras tour at your birthday party that Stark had held just a month ago. You had blinked at them incredulously, wondering if they were real before Loki laughed and assured you they were real and you jumped into his arms and laughed with delight. It had always been a big dream of yours to go to a concert by Taylor Swift, you were constantly listening to her songs even if you were on Asgard.

Now you were finally in the stadium and your nerves were ringing in your ears but you could ignore them by pushing all of your excitement to the surface and squealing like an idiot when the lights flashed and Taylor appeared on the stage.

Loki stood beside you with a smile on his face, his phone out and taking photos constantly through the concert as he watched you in your element, singing song after song to your heart's content. Tears filled your eyes at the realisation that you were finally at the eras tour! You were there, you'd made it!

Loki had designed your outfit for the tour, having waited to see what Taylor would wear on Night One before taking you on the second night with an outfit inspired by Taylor's folklore dress only in his signature deep green. You bundled the skirts up and jumped up and down excitedly as Taylor spoke, enthralled by her words and the surprises along the way and you practically died when she began to sing Love Story.

Loki's nerves picked up when he heard the song begin and he watched you silently as you sang, swaying to the beat as Taylor sang for everyone. He fumbled in his pocket and waited.

I got tired of waiting Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you, but you never come Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

Loki cleared his throat, dropped to one knee while you weren't looking, favouring screaming the lyrics over paying attention to the God beside you as he pulled out his ring that he had made especially for you.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring And said

You turned as if to start singing with Loki and your eyes fell to him as the beat dropped, tears in your eyes as your imagined proposal happened right now.

"Marry me, Y/n," Loki sang telepathically, knowing you'd love him following the lyrics, "you'll never have to be alone, I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress, it's a love story, baby, just say yes."

You started sobbing and nodded quickly, jumping into his arms as you cried. "Yes!!" you yelled over the noise of Taylor's music, holding your fiance tight to you.

Loki nuzzled into the crook of your neck and breathed a sigh of relief before he pulled away to press a kiss to your lips.

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anabellelycan · 9 months

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Loki’s color

#loki #marvel #loki x y/n #norse #norse mythology #loki <333 #loki is genderfluid #mculoki #colors #dark green #green #“this is fine asgardian leather!

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bloopdydooooo · 2 years

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do we think they’d be best friends or mortal enemies?

[Image ID: Loki from the Mechanisms’ album ‘the Bifrost Incident’. She has brown skin and pointy ears. She has rainbow hair and eyes and is wearing a dark red jacket over a gray shirt that reads ‘Fenrir’ and has a doodle of a wolf on it. She has a belt and is holding a gun that is smoking rainbow colors. Her body is angled towards the left of the image but her face in pointing towards the right, where Loki from the Marvel Cinematic Universe stands, posed the same way as her. She is smirking and outlined in red. Loki from the MCU is standing on the other side. He has pale skin, shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes. He is wearing an elaborate dark green jacket with gold marking on his chest over a black tunic with green sleeves. He has golden bracers on each forearm and is holding his staff in one hand and a golden dagger in the other. He looks confused and vaguely amused and is outlined in green. Above them it says ‘Ragnarok III: Strange Meeting’ End ID.]

#the mechanisms #mculoki #the bifrost incident #i feel like they’d be friends #but in a love-hate way

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randomevie · 1 year

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MCU Desired Reality Memory

the sound of my heels clacking against the floor of the palace turns the heads of few of the people i walk by. i cant find it in myself to look away from the shimmering gold walls as i wander.

if i really wanted to, i could go find loki. although, it’s often more fun when they find me. hide and seek is our unspoken game.

the large pillars supporting the palace hold small carvings at the base detailing stories of the realm, both victories and losses. if you walked through the entire palace and could decipher every painting or carving, you’d truly have the entire story. it begins with asgard’s creation and runs all the way the prophecy of ragnörak. the library holds my favorite, iðunn’s apples.

it begins on the top shelf of the third bookcase. from there, it jumps around the library in a wild manner, putting pieces of the story here and there.

while loki says each was carved after they heard the myths on earth (as some weird reminder we worship them), i choose to believe that some of them are true, and he just isn’t keen on admitting the embarrassing ones.

the library had always been one of my favorite places on asgard. the circular room held hundreds of books detailing anything from war to marriage to friendship. in the center, the ground is painted to depict the misty world of niflheim, the fire world of muspelheim, and their combined creation, ginnungagap. if you pay close enough attention, you can even see faint outlines of yggsdrasil growing from the void’s depths, spreading up the walls to the ceiling. on the domed ceiling, there is a painting of loki and thor playing together as children. the fireplace resembled a familiar figure, one meant to end the world, surtr.

i run my hands across the top of the beautiful couch, glancing around at the room again before turning and leaving.

i suppose frigga’s garden would be the best place to wait on my favorite brothers.

i find my way there easily, opening a servant’s door and entering the magical garden. i smile as i’m greeted with the sight of the greenery. stones line a path to the garden’s center, a walk too long for me to make in my current attire, so instead i follow the path until it splits off into three different directions. i turn left, heading towards the bench that’s by the pond. there’s fish there, not normal fish, but they’re fish. they shine and shimmer with each strike of the sun’s light on their fins, and sometimes i could swear they look so much like the dream fish lady frigga told me of.

i reach my destination and sink down into the bench, enjoying the soft sounds of flowing water and leaves rustling in a light wind.

i begin to think about my travels outside of the kingdom with thor and loki, and all the strange creatures we’ve seen. the mountains hold creatures larger than i would have ever imagined, even the docile ones are almost has large as i am. the only semi-normal animal is the wolves, who i often find accompanying me when i leave the palace by myself. in some way, i am one and the same with every creature here. i wonder if it’s because this was always meant to be my home.

the creatures in their oceans are ones i see in my nightmares. while never having encountered one other than from afar, i fear them more than (almost) anything else. the dagger like teeth held within their jaws. the large, heavy bodies that are so thick many swords can’t pierce them. the deep, rumbling sounds that come from under the water when you are near enough to feel them. i hope to never find myself among them.

“found you,” loki says.

i cant help but jump a bit, not having heard him walking through the garden. “oh my fucking god,” i breathe out, taking a deep breath.

“im right here, my love,” he says, coming to join me on the bench.

“i hate you. so much. actually.”

“ah, so you travel universes with over other person you hate?”

“mhm.”

he scoffs, pulling my closer into to him, “im sure you do.”

“we should go home soon.”

“we are home.”

“oh, please, i know you consider the tower more home than you do here. you just don’t say it because you don’t like tony. which, he’s not my favorite person in the world either, but, y’know…”

“‘but y’know’,” he mocks, “you have such a way with words, little dove.”

“i know i should be a scholar at this point, right?” my eyes train on the beautiful golden flowers in the distance, my favorites in the garden.

“i say this is home because it is to you, and you’re my home.”

“you’re so sappy,” i say looking up at them.

“mm, i suppose so. well, if you’d like to leave, let’s.”

“let’s,” i repeat.

we stand together, and i loop my pinky finger with his, raising it for him to look at, “pinky promise me you’ll tell me where you truly want home to be when it’s time?”

he pauses for a moment before responding, “i do.”

i give him a questioning look, shaking his arm along with mine. “don’t be stupid, lo, y’know you have to say it.”

“i pinky promise.”

“good.”

he straightens his intricately sewn tunic, the golden accents highlighted among the dark, forest green leather.

“this one is pretty, i like it.”

he only rolls his eyes, dragging me along through the garden with him. i lag behind, admiring all the otherworldly beauties. they will never grow old to me.

i disconnect my hand from his when i hear a rustling noise near one of the bushes growing cobalt blue flowers. i stand for a moment staring at the bush and the surrounding area, mushrooms of scarlet red and tanned brown grow in a patch on the other side, along with a few berry bushes.

“what is it?”

“i think it might be one of those little rabbits. the ones that are abnormally earth-like considering almost nothing else on this planet is.”

“ah,” he leans over and picks an indigo berry off the bush, handing it to me. “tempt it with this.”

i take it from his hands, bending down and extending my hand with the fruit in it to the small creature. it slowly comes out of the bushes and takes the treat, allowing me to pick it up. it’s soft black fur made me want to do nothing more than take it inside and cuddle it. it looks so similar to a rabbit, it’s ears just being slightly off, like all of them.

“hi there.”

it turns its head to look at me, whiskers brushing my face. i smile before letting it down and watching it disappear back into the bushes.

“okay, let’s go home now,” i say.

he nods, beginning to lead the way out of the garden once again. when we reach the gate, he opens it and begins to walk towards the stables. it’s silent between us as i admire the never ending beauty of asgard and it’s people. from our position, we can see the area just outside the palace, a small marketplace of luxury items. children sat atop the shoulders of their parents and smiled as they waved towards people they knew. a wondrous display of innocence and the infinite joy that comes with it. as we walk more into plain sight, children begin waving at me, and i cant help but smile and wave in return. their joy and excitement is infectious, and the laugh when i blow a kiss or make a silly face makes my heart explode.

of course asgard is home to me, how could it not be with such magnificent people and things. the tower is home too. although, i know i’d always choose wherever lo is.

when we reach the stables, i run towards my beauty’s pen.

loki signs, meeting next to me at his, “i’ll always find it ridiculous that you insisted on naming them ‘salt’ and ‘pepper’.”

“it’s cute!”

he shakes his head with a laugh before opening the pen, leading pepper out. i mimic his actions with salt.

“if it makes you feel any better,” i say, placing my foot in one of the stirrups, “sometimes i call her hallie, since salt is made of halite on earth.”

loki gives me the most deadpanned look, although the sparkling of amusement in his eyes gives away his true feelings.

“and what nickname do you have for pepper?”

“ummm……”

he only laughs in response before beginning to lead pepper away. i pass him with a run, challenging him to a race to the bifrost.

we ride over the beautiful rainbow bridge, it’s colors sparkling with the daylight. i’ve almost won when loki overtakes me.

he dismounts, and comes over to me, helping me down. i smooth out my dress and cross my arms.

“you cheated.”

“don’t i always?”

“haha.”

we walk into the golden dome, in the center of which, stands heimdall. he holds a sword that is the key to the bifrost. it’s blade has an incredibly intricate pattern engraved in it.

“heimdall! how have you been?”

“i’ve been well, evangeline, and you?”

“good! we’re heading back to midgard.”

he nods and opens the bifrost, allowing us easy passage.

“thank you. i promise i’ll stay around and talk more next time, just wanna get home,” i say.

he nods, already knowing what i had just told him.

i take loki’s hand and step into the bifrost with him. each time, i feel like i’m being thrown by giants playing catch with me. the force makes my stomach turn like when you drop on a large roller coaster, and in the seconds we find ourselves back on earth, im breathless from the journey.

“cant wait to get a coffee. asgard needs better tasting coffee.”

“darling, midgard is the one who needs better taste.”

“generally? yes. coffee? no.”

i begin walking towards the entrance to the tower, the sounds of new york city already becoming too much after the peace of frigga’s garden and the palace for so long.

when i enter the doors, my heels click loudly, even louder than they had in the palace, on the linoleum flooring. straight ahead sat security guard and a secretary, other members of the security team surrounding the floor. seats were placed all around for anyone who was waiting for someone of higher security clearance to come get them.

the amount of times i have also had to wait on someone because i forgot my badge is increasingly ridiculous. increasingly because at this moment i realize i’ve forgotten my badge.

“shit, loki-“

“i have it, don’t fret.” he raises his hand and reveals the badge to me, clipping it onto my floor-length dress.

“thanks. you think they’d know who i am at this point, no? i literally see them every day when im here.”

“maybe they think you’re a shapeshifter,” he mocks.

“oh? like you?”

he pauses for a second, the comeback catching him off-guard, but in that second i’d already begun making my way to the elevators. he follows behind me, and once we’re in the elevator, i scan my card.

“welcome home,” friday announces.

“thanks friday! i’ve missed home.”

“we’ve missed you.”

i only smile in response, pressing the button for our floor. the elevator opens to our floor not more than a minute later. sitting in the living area is clint and natasha, playing mario cart. natasha is easily winning as clint screams at the television.

“hi guys,” i greet.

both of them turn towards me, setting their remotes on the glass table in the center of the room. they had obviously been sitting for a while, as the couch had taken their imprint.

i felt loki sneak past me and towards our room, when i meet their gaze i blow a small kiss.

“where have you been?” natasha asks.

“here and there. there and here. everywhere and nowhere. what’s been going on here?” i reply nonchalantly, seating myself on the couch they had just been on and removing my heels.

“what’s with the get up?” clint asks.

“it’s normal to dress like this in asgard, asshat,” i reply. “i think i’m gonna go shower and wash out my curls, has thor come back yet? he was supposed to come home today, too. i made him do curls, it looks so funny on him.”

“not yet,” natasha responds, sitting next to me. she bumps me with her shoulder and whispers to me so clint can’t hear, “wanda and i were gonna have a girl’s night tonight, wanna come?”

“is clint not an honorary girl’s night girl anymore?” i ask sarcastically.

natasha rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “still is, just wanted an actual girl’s night.”

“i’ll be there.”

i stand from the couch, mock saluting clint before turning and looking out the window for a second. the tower seems to overlook all of new york, everyone below seemingly small enough to be animals like mice and rats, on brand for the city, really.

i turn and walk down the hall to my room, opening the door to find loki already changed and on the bed.

“tired?”

“after being forced to be with my brother all day? yes.”

i laugh before opening the doors to my closet and walking in. i find my shoe section and place my heels amongst my growing collection, each one obtained for some gala or event. i gently remove my dress and place it with my others from asgard, safer than the rest of them. i leave on the under slip, planning to put it in the laundry to wash.

i look through my drawers for pajamas, hoping to find something of loki’s i had stolen. it wasn’t a difficult task, a black t-shirt of his peaking out from the bottom of the drawer. the soft carpet makes me sigh a bit, beginning to feel the ache in my feet. shutting the drawer, i find a pair of underwear and look in the mirror at my hair and makeup one last time before going to wash it away. i sit on the small cushioned bench for a moment before laying my clothes out and walking into the bathroom. the cold tile soothes the forming blisters on my feet, and the smell of lemon and mint reminds me that i’m home, where i burn all my favorite candles and incenses.

i take my shower quickly before returning to the closet, getting dressed and going to greet loki once again.

when i enter the room, she’s reading in the bed. i go adjust the temperature to be a bit cooler for the night and lock the door. i had already gotten ready for bed after my shower, so i lifted the comforter and got in.

“i think i should get a new rug.”

“tired of this one already?” she says it with a smirk.

“i knew it wouldn’t match and you convinced me it would. it’s your fault.”

they only pretend to continue reading as i lay down and snuggle against them. the mattress, while not as good as asgard’s, feels like a cloud after a long day, and i sink into it and the pillows.

“friday, turn off the lights, please.”

without response, the lights fade off, and i easily drift off to sleep as lo continues to read.

#desired reality #shifting #mcu #mculoki #mcudesiredreality #reality shift #spirituality #shifting story

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comodin · 1 year

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“ALWAYS parte 6 💚 Descubramos quién era Mobius… ¿Es esa una buena idea, Loki?” -@alicerovai

La sexta parte, gente... ¿¿Quién era Mobius antes de ser un empleado de la AVT??

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¡Sintonicen esta misma emisora para obtener la respuesta!

#alwayscomic #loki series #lokius #alicerovai #marvel #mculoki #comics #mobius m mobius #traduccion al español #alwayscomicespañol

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caulo · 1 year

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‘i’m rotating my blorbo in my mind’ yeah well i’m making them do whatever this is

#this is specifically the emotion of someone who unfortunately became extremely invested in mculoki in the year 2022 #annoying high pitch ringing in your ears #gif

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arthurconan-doyle · 8 days

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the only thing stopping the current Loki drama is Tony Stark coming back into whatever shape or form / Thor reunion and bringing the FrostIrons and Thorkis back like it's 2012.

#as much i love sylki #im not delulu enough to not recognize the biggest mcuLoki ships since mcu's inception #im actively ingoring the new interviews for my sanity but the discourse is DISCOURSING.

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tayterbean · 5 months

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You Have My Word

Loki, in all his arrogant, sarcastic glory, was your best friend. He wasn't always the best at showing it, but when it came down to it, he knew how close the two of you truly were. He knew that, no matter how hard he tried to disprove it sometimes, you would always be there for him and never had any bad intentions.

Even after the Attack on New York, you knew there was more to the story than initially met the eyes. It took a lot of convincing, but he eventually admitted that he'd been nearly forced to do it. He didn't think anyone would believe him, nor did he want to ruin his pride, so he kept quiet about it. You nearly took his head off for letting himself be condemned to life in the dungeons for something that wasn't entirely his fault. Apparently, he'd accepted his fate on that front, even though it still pissed him off tremendously.

Loki had been imprisoned for some time when the tragedy struck. When the invasion happened and the queen, his mother, one of the only people to ever treat him exceptionally and love him unconditionally, was killed. After you heard the news and got over your own momentary bubble of shock and grief, the first thing you thought about was him. How his mother was dead, and he was locked in a cell, completely alone.

You didn't ask for permission. You didn't care about permission.

You made your way to the dungeons, and you could hear the crashing and dull thudding all the way from the stairs. When you reach the set of sentries that guard the dungeon's entrance, they both silently step in your path, blocking you.

"No, let me through-"

"No visitors to the dungeon."

"I am his friend, let me through-"

"There are no visitors-"

You leaned in closer, gritting your teeth; your words are almost a growl. The sentries actually looked the slightest bit intimidated. "His mother is dead. I am his greatest friend. Give me five minutes."

The two men exchanged a wary look. One of them sighed before stepping to the side, and the other followed suit. "Five minutes. Not a moment longer."

You were already moving past them before he could finish his sentence. You rushed to Loki's cell, trying to absorb the sight in front of you as you made your way.

Loki is enraged - as you knew he would be. The anger always came first for him; the sadness would follow later. His cell was destroyed, the furniture within smashed to pieces, a few of the books shredded, glass shards from a bowl littering the floor. As you approached, though, he seemed to be on the tail end of his rage. He sent an enormous blast of magic towards a chair, practically shattering it against the cell wall, before doubling over, bending down so far he has to place a hand on the ground to steady himself.

You reached the cell and placed your hand against the barrier, as close as you could get to him. He was so absorbed into his own emotions and pain, he hadn't even noticed your arrival yet. "Loki..."

He looked up sharply, turning his head back to look at you. For the briefest of moments, he looked like a caged animal: alert, frightened, and immensely angry. Once he took in the sight of you, though, his expression quickly changed to shock, and then to sorrow.

In true Loki fashion, though, he was instantly masking the latter emotion.

He was breathless as he spoke, his breaths coming in heavy pants that engaged his entire upper body. "What? Have you come to gawk at the display? To laugh at how low I've sunken?" His voice was wavering the more he attempted to sound intimidating, and you could tell he knew that.

"You know I haven't," you said softly, shaking your head. "You know I would never."

He sensed the care in your voice, the empathy. For a moment, it looked like he wanted to submit to it, but he quickly covered it with a scowl.

"I don't need, nor want, your pity," he said slowly, having to force strength behind his words.

"It's not pity... I just wanted you to know that I care. I don't want you to feel so alone..." You almost regretted saying the words, thinking they would only amount to more perceived pity in Loki's eyes.

You were surprised when the words seemed to affect him so much that he could no longer feign malice, and he looked away. After a few stuttering breaths, he hauled himself to his feet and walked towards you. With a bit of hesitation, he first placed his hand against the glass, directly across from yours, then went a step further and leaned his forehead against it, closing his eyes. He bit his lip in an effort to keep his composure as you, also, leaned your forehead against the glass.

"I'm not leaving you alone," you muttered to him softly.

His hand on the glass clenched into a fist, but it was out of more pain than anger. His voice was barely more than a rasping whisper. "You should."

You shook your head. "No... never." Your hand curled, mimicking the gesture of wrapping around his fist, if only the barrier would allow you. "You have my word."

He tucked his lips even tighter, frowning, before his resolve cracked and he released an exhale that was very nearly a sob. He turned away from the glass, trying desperately, so desperately, not to let himself give in to the tears. He took a few collecting breaths before forcing his words out.

"Please leave..." It was a broken plea, not an angry command. "I-I cannot bear the thought of you seeing me like this..."

"Loki, you don't have to-"

"I know, I know." He spoke those words almost frantically, as if the thought of you seeing him so upset caused him panic. "Please, just... please go."

You'd never heard him say "please" so many times in his life, nor had you ever seen him so desperate.

He needed to grieve in private. You could understand that.

You swallowed before slowly beginning to walk away from the cell, heading back towards the entrance of the dungeons. Before you left the area, you paused and gave him a few parting words, hoping he would know they were true.

"You truly aren't alone - I mean that... Please do not forget it."

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When the night of Frigga's funeral came, you knew Odin would not be releasing Loki from the dungeons to attend.

You had a plan to fix that.

The sleeping brew wasn't particularly difficult to make, nor to get the guards to drink it. You presented yourself as a sorrowful lady who was desperate to give back to the kingdom after the death of the queen, and they simply could not deny your offer of seemingly innocent tea.

They were asleep within five minutes. You stole the master key from one of them, and made your way to Loki's cell.

When you looked around the corner, Loki was sitting on a chair, a book open between his hands. Once you continued your approach and he noticed you, his expression was initially shock, then almost as quickly faded into surrender.

He vanished the illusion without you having to speak a word.

Loki was sitting against the back wall of the cell, looking nothing short of deranged with grief: his hair was a tangled, long mess; his face was blotched from his emotions; and his eyes were red from his tears. He looked exhausted and aggrieved and was the cracked shell of a being, and in all your years, you couldn't recall anyone ever looking more pained. It goes without question that someone must have told him tonight was the night of the service.

You exhaled softly before reaching out your hand and displaying the key to him.

He looked equal parts shocked and frightened when he realized what it was.

"The guards are asleep," you spoke softly, "and they will remain that way for hours to come." You swallowed. "I'm going to do this for you, but you have to promise me... no tricks. We have to come straight back."

He sat up a bit straighter, seeming intrigued by your offer. When he realized you really were being truthful, you could see his eyes well over with tears. He inhaled a shaking breath before giving a quick nod.

"You have my word."

It was all you needed to hear. You placed the master key in the lock and turned it; the orange barriers faded away to nothing, and Loki slowly made his way to his feet.

You met him halfway and handed him a hooded cloak. "I know your magic may falter, with everything... but this should hide your appearance well enough."

It wasn't a common fact, but he'd mentioned to you a few times that his magic was harder to practice when he was saddened or anxious. You were surprised he'd even managed the illusion of himself, but knew that once he got at the ceremony, he may not be able to be so focused.

He took the cloak with a solemn nod of acknowledgment, already slipping it through his arms and over his head. You looked at him for a moment, pondering, before slowly reaching up and removing the hood. You looked at him up close, regarding him, and he sheepishly met your eyes, looking not too far from breaking down already.

"Don't leave my side," you told him in a whisper. Both to ensure he didn't try and escape on you (you didn't think he was really in the shape to do so, anyway) and for both your own comforts.

He averted his gaze from you for a moment; when he looked back, his eyes were overwhelmingly tearful and grieved. He said, in a voice even softer than yours: "Don't leave mine."

Tears became apparent in your own eyes as you nodded once. "Never."

The two of you made your way to the seafront courtyard in the midst of the chilly evening, navigating through the mourners. The only good thing about the crowd was that all of them were too absorbed in their grief to really pay attention to anyone else; it allowed the two of you to easily make your way to the seafront, where the ceremony would be held.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd attended a funeral of this scale; so grand, so regal, and so beautifully sad. The ceremony was one of anyone's dreams, and the grief of the entire realm was palpable in the nighttime air.

As you and Loki listened to the speeches, he remained by your side, still and silent, his face tilted downward so it could be concealed by the dark cloak. The two of you were never far apart enough not to be touching each other, which, most of the time, you were. He took your hand in his own more than once, angling his head even more to hide what you were sure were tears. At certain points, you leaned your head against his shoulder, nestling closer against him - in response, he would subtly place a trembling hand on your back and curl you just a bit closer to him.

Neither of you spoke a single word. Neither of you had to.

When it came time to send the lanterns, the two of you waited your turn until you were at the seafront. Once there, you each grabbed one of the lanterns, lit them, and made your way to an unpopulated, quiet area at the edge of the courtyard.

You bent down and placed your lantern onto the water, holding it steady. You murmured an Asgardian prayer, closing your eyes, before releasing the lantern and allowing it to be carried to sea, over the edge, guiding the queen safely to her final resting place of Valhalla.

Loki, who was kneeling to your left, was still holding his lantern in the water, his head angled so much that even you could not see his face.

You hesitated a moment before rising, coming to stand behind him. You squatted down slightly before reaching past his frame and placing your hand over his.

You made sure your voice was no louder than a whisper.

"Did you say your departing words?"

The cloak bobbed in a slow affirmative. You nodded in return, your grip on his hand tightening slightly.

"All right... Then together - on three."

There was a longer hesitation, but eventually Loki lowered his head even further; you took that as acceptance enough.

"All right. One... two... three."

You began to lift your hand, and after the briefest of hesitations, he did the same. You clasped your hand tightly around his as the lantern began to float away, drifting out to sea along with the thousands of others, along with the boat that held his mother's body.

He brought your attached hands in closer to him at his chest, then up further to his lips. You released his hand and moved yours to his shoulder when you realized he was using it to keep himself from sobbing aloud.

With a few murmured words of consolation, you got him to his feet before wrapping your arms around his mid-section and nestled yourself against him. His hands quickly came to encircle your waist, holding you as close as possible against him. As if you were the last, most precious thing in the world to him, and he couldn't bear to let you go.

He bowed his head nearly to his chest, and his whispered sobs broke your heart into shattered fragments. His chest heaved with each one, yet he kept them quiet, so soft only you could hear.

Only for you. Only for you would he ever be so transparent in his vulnerability.

Once he had gathered himself somewhat, you two wordlessly began the walk back to the dungeons, you keeping a subtle hand on his side the entire way. He wasn't angry or resistant - he knew it had to happen, and he knew that wasn't your fault.

The guards were still deeply asleep, so you passed back into the dungeons with ease. When you two reached Loki's cell, the two of you were still for a moment before you, once again, reached up and removed the hood from his head. His arms instantly came to wrap around himself as he refused to meet your gaze, his skin splotchy, his eyes red-rimmed and irritated.

You gazed at him before putting your hands out, palms up. He looked down at your offer, then almost instantly shut his eyes, as if the sight pained him. It seemed to take effort for him to place his hands atop yours, and something about the contact nearly broke him down to sobs once again.

"I'm going to speak with Odin," you told him adamantly. "To try and work out something different... something that isn't this." You fought back the tears in your eyes, dropping your voice to a whisper. "You have my word."

He managed to step closer to you and take you in a loose embrace before you could see too much of the emotional affect your words had. The way his breathing became shallow and stuttering told you enough.

He placed his chin on top of your head, taking a few moments to gather himself before he spoke in a quiet, nearly hoarse voice. "I will not forget this." His voice faltered slightly. "Thank you..."

You wrapped your arms around him, allowing yourself to be as close to him as you possibly could be. You didn't know when the next time you would get to hold him like that would be.

If there would be a next time.

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It was only a few days later when you saw him again - roaming the halls of the Asgardian palace with his brother, of all places.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you rounded the corner and were met with them both. They also both stopped, looking like caught animals until they realized it was only you. One look at Thor told you that Loki's unexpected freedom was his own doing.

One look at Loki told you that he was caught between feigning indifference and taking you in an unabashed embrace.

You made the decision easier for him by quirking an eyebrow, keeping your tone light.

"Look what the cat decided to drag out."

Loki's expression flooded with relief and something like admiration for a brief moment - it was then covered with his usual arrogant, sarcastic aura. "Much to your pleasure, I'm certain."

You couldn't help but to smile. "Yes... much to my pleasure."

Thor nearly rolled his eyes at the antics of you both. He gave Loki a sideways glance. "Come along, Brother... We have matters to tend to."

He began walking forward, but Loki hesitated a moment. Once Thor was ahead of you, the God of Mischief gave you a rare, sincere smile. He then stepped forward, bent down, and placed a quick, sheepish kiss to the top of your head.

"Aw, Loki-" you began, teasing him dotingly, but he interrupted in a low tone.

"Tell anyone and I shall deny everything."

You gave him a look before confidently placing a hand on the side of his face and planting a kiss on the opposite cheek. He was surprised enough by it that it flustered him, and his cheeks became tinged with pink.

"Tell anyone and I'll deny nothing," you said, smiling cheekily.

He looked at you bashfully, smirking a bit in that charming way of his. His eyes then glanced ahead, to where Thor was still making his way, before he looked back at you. "Wait for my return?"

You smiled at him warmly, knowingly.

"You have my word. Always."

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