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[lesbianladysif]

#loki #loki odinson #lokilaufeyson #lokiedit #thoredit #marveledit #tdwedit #myedit #my last loki edit was terrible so here's a better one

[galaxythreads]

Is there anything specific to figuring out what to write for the start of a story? People say like “start while the characters are doing something” and it’s good advice but idk how to figure out *what* they’d be doing. I loveee your writing and clearly you know how to get past this so..

Great question! Thanks for reaching out :)

What people mean when they give that advice isn't have the characters be making a sandwich (although that is a great option) it just means have your character already immersed in the world. Don't wait to give them a thumbs up that they can go.

For example, using my own writing, lets look at what I consider to be one of the worst openings and one of the best:

So in If Lost, Please Return To Peter (which I have actually edited out the worst of this like 2 years ago, when it was posted and was the bare bones it was awful), here's the opening paragraph:

"Peter is pretty terrible at making friends."

and like this part is good! It asks a question. Why is peter terrible at making friends? Why are we thinking about this? How is this relevant to what's going on?

and then it immediately gets bogged down by the following paragraph:

"Okay, understatement: Peter and making friends crosses over that line of "beyond horrible" that hits that stage where other people are embarrassed for him. It's wondrous. Honestly, he doesn't even know how to approach people; Ned accidentally dumped his jug of water on Peter's painting when they were in second grade and, feeling guilty, Ned had followed him around apologizing (though Peter had long forgiven him) and it sort of moved on beyond that to actual friendship. Michelle just started showing up wherever he and Ned were towards the beginning of the school year and acted like it was a coincidence."

Why do we care about this? We don't. It drags the story. It's not relevant to what's going on. And what is going on in this scene that is the point/task I want the characters to do? Loki is on top of a roof about to jump and Peter is going to talk him out of it. It's a really heavy scene. Opening with something light-hearted wasn't a bad choice, but the problem comes here:

it takes me 5 paragraphs to have Peter do anything, which is yawn. This paragraph that I'm pointing to should have been the opening sentence because PETER IS DOING SOMETHING. We are ENGAGED in the story. I could have put the following five paragraphs literally anywhere else in this scene and it would have worked so much better. He literally just thinks for paragraphs and paragraphs at a time.

Like to be clear this isn't unreadable. People will and do make it past terrible openings. Clearly. I wouldn't have nearly the ao3 following I do if they didn't, lol.

Okay, so we have that.

then there's FOUR MORE PARAGRAPHS OF THOUGHT BEFORE WE HAVE ANOTHER ACTION

so we are now like 8-9 paragraphs into the story (this would be page 3-4) and Peter has done this:

Thought and thought and thought (which is bad because he's not distressed and has no reason to be caught up in his head)

Yawned

fired a web

and said a single line of dialog.

It takes until almost page 5 before Peter and Loki interact. Which was the task of the scene. the Point. I know when I was younger and more inexperienced, a writer I knew told me that the story couldn't start until page 3 cause you needed to know the character, so I felt an obligation to just ramble and ramble until I got there before finally feeling relief that the story could pick up. Like if you go read the rest of the one-shot, the pacing is much better. Because that's what the problem of this opening is: the pacing. That's why it's important to have your character start with doing something because it helps with the pacing. Usually that something the character is doing is a task they need to complete and once that task is over, the opening scene is also over.

so compare that scene in the one-shot to this one from Scar Tissue, with is an Avatar the last airbender fic I'm working on right now. Chapter 1 is one of my favorite openings I've ever done.

"Despite Aang’s frustrated insistence ten minutes earlier, Sokka is not beach moping. He’s sitting, calmly, thinking very hard about how miserable he is. There’s a difference. And it’s not even a beach. Agna Qel’a doesn’t have anything that really passes for a beach anyway, just what feels like an endless amount of docks and ice, so there."

So this is the opening paragraph. The character didn't start doing something. Sokka is not making a sandwich. But what I HAVE done to pull the reader in is two things

a) I've made it funny. People are automatically drawn into something that's a little funny. And it also answers the question of whether or not our senses of humor are going to match like immediately. I have a really dark sense of humor in writing that not everyone enjoys and this subconsciously answers that question right away.

b) I've made you ask a question. Why is Sokka beach moping? What is beach moping?

c) Sokka is already tethered down. He mentions that he's been talking to Aang, which implies that this scene has not existed inside of a void. Something happened right before the scene started. In my acting class, my teacher refers to this as the "before moment." What happened BEFORE the scene started? This is a great question to ask yourself when you start an opening scene. Because the before moment lets you know why you are starting it at that exact moment.

Okay, good first paragraph, then it continues:

"Not beach moping. 

Impossible to be beach moping, technically. 

“Are you still beach moping?” Katara, behind him, already sounds exhausted. More than that, she sounds pre-done with Sokka’s feelings, and they’ve barely spoken today. This is just some task she needs to check off before she can go to sleep, and the idea of being that much of an annoyance makes something desperate curl in Sokka’s stomach with panic.""

^ What did I do here that was different than the Peter one? Read that, then read this:

Okay, understatement: Peter and making friends crosses over that line of "beyond horrible" that hits that stage where other people are embarrassed for him. It's wondrous. Honestly, he doesn't even know how to approach people; Ned accidentally dumped his jug of water on Peter's painting when they were in second grade and, feeling guilty, Ned had followed him around apologizing (though Peter had long forgiven him) and it sort of moved on beyond that to actual friendship. Michelle just started showing up wherever he and Ned were towards the beginning of the school year and acted like it was a coincidence."

Peter rambles on something that is not relevant. Does painting ever come up in that one-shot? No. It does not. In the Avatar fic, Sokka beach moping is the point of the scene and is the inciting incident of hte story. The task I've just assigned Sokka is a conversation, which is the EXACT SAME TASK i gave Peter in the one-shot, but unlike the peter oneshot, it takes Sokka like one and a half paragraphs to do something:

and Sokka's is relevant to what's going on. The conversation has started. Peter still has like 4 more pages to go with rambling and doing nothing. The reason I chose these two scenes to compare and contrast specifically is because they both have the same thing: they're really really thought heavy. But the difference is how relevant those thoughts are to the story I'm trying to tell. For Sokka, it's that he's depressed about anxious about the aftermath of a battle and losing his girlfriend. For Peter, it's...not that. HE thinks about paintings with his friends, he thinks about May, he thinks about ANYTHING EXCEPT THE POINT OF THE SCENE.

If you've ever heard someone complain that it's taking forever to get to the point, this is what they mean. It's not so much that the scene is long or rambly, it's how relevant it is to your story. Sokka is beach moping. When Sokka's conversation about WHY he has been beach moping is over (whether or not he reveals that to Katara isn't really relevant), that scene is over. The point of that scene is that Sokka is moping and BECAUSE he is moping, he finds Iroh and Zuko floating in the water. It sets up Sokka as a character FIRST. Then the inciting incident of the story. PEter's current mental state wasn't set up, which is what those rambly thoughts should have done instead of tell us childhood stories.

Here's another opening that I really like from Not One For Chocolate Anymore, I See: (why does this title have I see, has it always had I see?? lol)

anyway, so this communicates the same thing: Setting, character, TASK.

They're in a walmart parking lot on Christmas morning, very early, it's cold, the character is Tony, Tony is looking for Peter. When Tony finds Peter, the opening scene is over.

Same thing in Scar Tissue:

Setting, character, task:

Setting: Agna Qel'a, the dock, it's cold.

Character: Sokka

Task: Beach mope, talk to Katara, deal with panic attack.

Ideally, the first couple of paragraphs (within the first page or so) should provide those three things ^

which is why this opening didn't work

setting: ??????????????????

character: Peter

Task: ??????????????????????????????

I don't love the opening of You Screamed For So Long We Forgot To Care Anymore and it's kind of because it takes a second for the story to roll forward:

Setting: ?????????

Character: Clint

Task: Calling Jane, see where Thor is

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TL:DR

Give your character something to do that immediately engages them in the story. Don't wait around to get to the point bogged down with useless details. Give us the setting - even if the setting is that the character doesn't know where they are - who the story is about, and the task the character is trying to do. Even if that's making a sandwich.

But also bare in mind that people will and do read through some of the worst openings on the planet and then later find those same terrible openings deeply comforting. (If anyone changed the terrible opening on my beloved fics that I have the sentence structure memorized on, I would be devastated.) Most people make it at least half-way through chapter 1 of fics before giving up, so as long as you can engage them by that point, you're good. I don't love all my openings and it IS something I am still learning to do better because it's definitely a skill you need to develop. But guess what! You CAN develop it. What really helped me was when I started paying attention to the openings of my favorite fics and figuring out what they were doing and then mimicking it.

A huge part of becoming a better writer is deconstructing writing and then regurgitating it in your own style. Did that answer your question? You can say no, absolutely, but I just want to make sure I was actually helpful. XD

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ON FIGURING OUT WHAT THEY'D BE DOING: setting up your character's current place, then the inciting incident. Remember, the first chapter of a multi-chapter fic (first scene-ish of a one-shot) is setting up WHY the story happens. So what they'd be doing should be relevant to why the story happens. That's why I had Sokka on the beach, so he could find Iroh and Zuko. THat's why I had Peter out fighting crime so he could find Loki and they'd talk. And Tony was in the parking lot to find Peter, and etc, etc. The task they're trying to accomplish is the reason that scene exists at all, if that makes sense?

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[earlgreydream]

pregnant.

| loki x reader | fluff |

anon requested. Loki x pregnant reader

You woke up with terrible nausea, feeling like the world was flipping you upside down. You laid back, breathing deeply and telling yourself that you were fine. The moment you started to sit up, you felt immensely ill, your stomach churning.

You ran into your en-suite and knelt on the cold tile, getting violently sick and emptying your stomach. You felt hands pull your hair back out of your face, and you were blinded with tears.

Your throat and eyes burned, and you were embarrassed to be throwing up in front of Loki. He held your hair in one hand, rubbing your back with the other, and softly telling you that you were going to be fine.

“I think I’m okay,” you said to Loki, grabbing his forearm as he helped you stand.

“Are you certain?”

You nodded and went to the sink, cleaning yourself up and brushing your teeth. You looked in the mirror and saw Loki start a shower for you, insisting you’d feel better. You felt too weak to argue, and you managed to keep upright and wash your skin and hair.

“I’m exhausted.”

“You can rest soon, my darling,” Loki promised as you slipped on clean pajamas.

You started toward your bed, but Loki lifted you up off your feet. He carried you out of your bedroom, but you were too weak to protest. Your fingers tightened around his soft cloak as you recognized Banner’s lab, a place you hated to end up.

“No,” you shook your head weakly, and Loki consoled you as he set you down on an exam table. Banner walked over, looking at his watch.

“You’re up early. What’s going on?” he asked kindly, and you sighed, explaining that you’d woken up sick that last couple of mornings. He frowned, checking your vitals. Loki sat beside you, holding your hand and gently kissing your knuckles as Banner took a blood sample from your arm. 

You snuggled against Loki’s side as he ran some tests, consoled by the young god. He kissed the top of your head and traced tiny shapes on your arms, making you smile. 

“Y/N!” Banner gasped, scaring you.

“What?! Am I dying?!” Your eyes widened and he shook his head. 

“Quite the opposite actually. Were you aware that you’re pregnant?” 

Silence fell over the room, and you turned to Loki with wide eyes. You were anxious to see how he would react to the news. You’d talked about possibly having a kid at some point, but not soon. 

“My darling, we’re going to have baby!” Loki gasped, excitement bursting in his blue eyes. 

Relief flooded over you at his positive reaction, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“You’re going to be great parents. We can get you started on some prenatal care, and I can give you something for the morning sickness,” Banner smiled at you. 

“Okay,” you nodded slowly, still trying to process the fact there was a baby in your belly. 

A grin stayed on Loki’s face the entire day, and he told everyone in Stark Tower. You giggled at how overjoyed he was, and it helped you feel grounded, settling your worries. 

“We are going to have the most beautiful baby,” Loki grinned, kissing your lips before kneeling down and kissing your belly. You carded your fingers through his black curls, and he laid his hands on your stomach, as if he could feel the tiny fetus that was only two months along. 

The more pregnant you got, the more overprotective Loki became. He was extremely attentive, and he didn’t let you do anything that required effort. You insisted to him that you were fine, even as you started to need his help standing up, off-balance with your baby bump. 

“How far along are you now?” Parker asked as you sat helping him with his homework one evening. 

“About eight months. Not too much longer,” you smiled. 

“Then I won’t be the youngest here!” he grinned and you shook your head, ruffling his brown hair. 

“I know, you won’t be my little baby spider anymore,” you teased, and he pouted, pretending to be offended.

“I’ll always be your baby spider.”

“Finish up this page of your essay, and I’ll help you edit it, okay?” 

Parker nodded, and you stood up from the table, walking to the kitchen island to start baking the cookies you’d been craving. Loki walked in, squeezing Parker’s shoulder in greeting as he passed the boy. 

“Hi,” you whispered, kissing Loki’s mouth. 

“We could’ve had one of Stark’s chefs make cookies. You can rest, my darling.”

“I want to make them.”

Loki hummed, stealing some of the chocolate chips from your bowl. You appeased him by letting the god put them in the oven, protecting you from the possibility of burning yourself. He pulled your back against his chest, laying his hands over your stomach. Your tiny daughter kicked, making Loki smile into your hair. 

“She loves you already,” you whispered, making Loki grin. 

“I hope so.” 

Parker called your name, and you walked over to him and looked over his essay. He stayed for cookies after, hanging around you and Loki for the evening. 

“I got you something, Y/N,” Parker said finally, reaching into his bag and pulling out a box. You smiled, gently taking it from him. 

“What is it?”

“It’s for baby Freyja, for the nursery” he explained, and you opened the box, grinning at the Brooklyn snow globe inside. 

“Oh, Parker, I love it. Thank you.”

You handed it to Loki and pulled your friend into a hug, squeezing him tightly. 

“You’re welcome.”

Everyone had gone to bed, but the insomnia was keeping you up. You stood in the nursery that was attached to your suite, decorated and ready for your baby girl. You placed the snow globe on a shelf, watching the little flakes fall over the tiny city. 

Your fingers smoothed over the crib blankets that were patterned with silver moons and stars, everything faintly reminiscent of Asgard, the home that Loki desperately missed. You picked up a stuffed yellow rabbit that Bucky had given you, along with a blanket. 

“Are you nervous?” Loki asked softly, leaning in the doorway. 

“A little bit. What if I’m a terrible mother?” you confessed, watching magic patterns move and twist on the wooden bars of the crib. 

“Come here, my darling.”

Loki sat down on your rocking chair, pulling you onto his lap.

“You’re going to be amazing, and perfect, and I will be here every step of the way. You’re not alone anymore, you don’t have to handle parenting by yourself.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, gently kissing him before laying your head down on his shoulder.

- six months later -

You heard Freyja cry from the nursery, and you sat up drowsily. It was nearly four in the morning, and you were so exhausted you could’ve wept. 

“I’ve got her, go back to sleep, beautiful.” Loki kissed your cheek and slipped out of bed. You laid back down, but your body wouldn’t let you sleep with your child awake. 

You wrapped Loki’s green cloak around you and walked into your nursery. Loki was gently rocking Freya in his arms, her black curls unruly on her head and her wide blue eyes the same shade as his. He soothed her with little green seidr stars that flickered and glittered above her face, before twisting into flowers and blooming in the air. 

He looked up when you entered, giving you a small smile. 

“Look, Freyja, it’s your lovely mum,” he kissed her cheek, and the tiny girl gazed at you, reaching out with her delicate hand. 

“Hungry?” you asked her, sitting down in your rocking chair and letting Loki set her in your arms. You slipped the top of your dress down and got her settled and feeding on your chest. Her fingers rested on your skin, and she relaxed as she drank from you. 

Loki knelt on the floor beside you, gazing up at you with admiration in his eyes. Your free hand went to his hair, and he leaned into your touch. 

“Motherhood suits you,” he noted, and you smiled. 

“You’re just happy because you get to see me shirtless more often,” you teased, making him laugh. 

“Freyja is lucky,” he grinned, kissing her head. 

“She looks like you,” you commented, and he nodded.

“But she has your sweet face.”

“It’s easy now, but wait until she starts performing magic, and she turns your hair gray,” you commented. 

“I’ll teach her to use her magic, and never against her mother.��

You smiled at Loki, then down at your daughter.

“I love you both, endlessly.”

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[galahadenough]

I finally put together a review of Loki (TV Series). I've always been a huge Marvel fan, a huge MCU fan, but this show was horrific to me. Especially since I saw the show through to the end, I wanted to write a review for the main reviewing websites. I want this side to be heard. All it took was an immense amount of rage to get me to write reviews!

I’m planning on posting it on imdb, Rotten Tomatoes, and google reviews. So far I’ve gotten errors and issues with RT and google, and I’m hoping it doesn’t get lost on imdb. Any other places to leave reviews?

It took me a while to write this. I had to calm down a lot to make it coherent. Then I had to figure out how to condense it. I felt like a review should be my main points, but it took a lot of editing to get it down this much. (Then I had to make an edited version because google has much smaller word limits).

Thanks a lot @iamnmbr3. Your blog was the first one I found on the topic and it was a huge help. The show felt off from the first episode, but I couldn’t figure out why. Your analysis on the show really helped me to verbalize what I was feeling.

Review (except shorter on google):

As a huge MCU fan, I found the show to be intolerable. The plot was slow with way too much filler for the length of the show, and much of the filler felt purposeless. They could have deleted entire scenes or plot points without changing much if any of the story. The creators deliberately made the aesthetic average and mundane, which didn’t pair well with the underwhelming plot. The show relied heavily on slapstick humor, almost all of which was directed at the title character in a manner that encouraged laughter at his pain and stupidity. It would have been better suited for a cartoon, but it would be a cruel cartoon.

The TVA was presented as the better of two evils despite it being a totalitarian organization utilizing genocide and torture, both physical and mental. It felt very reminiscent of the book 1984 with the Thought Police, but the TVA was never truly represented as evil. Not one character opposed them as a hero or from a moral standpoint. All opposition came from a personal or self-serving motive. I’m not wanting every character to be brilliantly moralistic. That would be boring. But you don’t set up an organization like the TVA and say that they are providing a good and needed service, which was the idea the series was based on and ended on.

Mobius has a personality that is very easy to like, but he is very much complicit with the TVA. He happily 'does his job' of genocide and torture. He is Loki's captor, but we are informed he is his friend. When he isn't actively using physical or mental manipulation and torture, he is deriding and mocking him. There was nothing to indicate that they were friends outside of being told that is true. Mobius was never used as a villain by the show despite him fitting the mold well, but he also never has a redemption arc that would have made him a good hero. His reason for working against the TVA is because they lied to him, not because there is any moral reason. His change in alliances happened without much buildup, no gradual discovery throughout the series.

Sylvie felt like a caricature of a character, with very little to her personality other than grit. I was very bored with her. She was a tough, strong, and perfect character that lacked any other depth or nuance. She was called “terrifying” for being female, which felt horrifyingly sexist. She was yet another source of derision and mocking towards Loki.

Loki, the character, was very poorly written. He has always had a great deal of emotional depth that makes him interesting. He was acted with a range from extreme subtlety to riveting explosions of emotion in previous movies. His past is filled with good and bad choices, made with good and bad intentions. He was the villain who tried to be a hero and the hero who tried to be a villain. They took all that away and made him a side character in his own show who had little to no effect on the plot.

For abilities, he lacked his usual physical fighting prowess. He did very little magic, seeming awed when others used magic. His personality and mannerisms changed drastically. His gestures and expressions in this show were over the top and felt clownish, especially for a character that is known for his subtlety. He felt hyperactive and painfully eager to please everyone. His character is known for his manipulations, but his method of 'manipulation' here is to inform others that he is 'ten steps ahead' of them and is going to trick them. I don’t think that’s a good method of manipulation? Plus, the only effect he had on the plot was to slow down the other characters through his bumbling failures.

In addition, Loki was almost always the target of cruelty. This entire show felt like it was made to mock this character. They used every opportunity to tell us, and Loki, how terrible Loki is. How he is irredeemable and incapable of change. That he is a narcissist, which is inaccurate, and that any Loki is inherently untrustworthy. From birth, I suppose. Physical attacks, such as the slow-motion punch and the time loop where he was repeatedly kicked in the crotch, made me cringe. This show encouraged the enjoyment of cruelty.

As a last point, the show used the idea of representation to draw in viewers while avoiding having actual representation. The show was lauded as being good for bisexual and genderfluid representation. From what I’ve heard, the genderfluid representation was a mark on Loki’s paperwork, which you would need to pause at just the right moment to see. Plus, that makes the “terror” at a female Loki make even less sense. The bisexual representation was shown through a single word, and the character was only shown to be so when they made an entire show to mock and belittle him. That is not good representation.

I was very excited for this show, as well as for the next phase of the MCU. This has left me very disappointed and disheartened. I may not be entirely finished with the MCU, but this is the first part of the series that has killed my excitement for future releases. I get a sinking feeling when I hear about future projects now. I have enjoyed debating creative choices before, but this is not simply creative choices. It is too much cruelty, combined with poor writing and a lack of continuity.

#loki tv #loki #loki series negativity #loki series #mcu #mcu critical #review

[shreddedparchment]

A Wife for Thor Pt.19

The True Heir

03/09/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,781

Warnings: angst, depression, pregnancy, marital troubles, pining

A/N: There is very little editing. Forgive me. I’m sleepy. I’ve been up writing all night. I’ve also been hurting, but it’s all good! I’m so happy to get this chapter out. *insert evil laugh* If you happen to reblog, thank you so much for helping me spread my work! it truly means so much, more than you know. xoxo

Sunday

Today you do nothing.

You’d opened up your laptop last night and attempted to scribble a few lines for your next book, but all you could think about was Thor, Jane, the babies to come, and where exactly you fit amongst all of it.

After typing Thor’s name along with a few other random words for the tenth time, you gave up and shut the laptop. You’d crawled into bed, bundled up under your fluffy comforter, and bid goodbye to the world as you caved in to unconsciousness.

The fact that morning is here, you find that your hope for today to be better than  yesterday was silly. How can anything ever be good again?

You place your hands on your lower tummy, caressing what feels like a very slight swell. It’s just barely harder than the rest of your stomach. Firm. Despite the happiness that your baby brings you, you stare across the room at your computer and can’t find it in you to get up and work.

Instead you roll over onto your other side and pull Thor’s--that is to say, the one he’d used while he was here--pillow over to cling to.

Thor’s texts are also still fresh in your mind.

Sleep didn’t dull their effect on you or the confusion they raised.

Did they mean that he wouldn’t get an annulment? That’s sorta what you were getting from them. His declarations that he couldn’t live without you and that he would die for you and that he missed you so much at his side sounded like he was also telling himself how he felt. As if he were, not so much convincing, but reaffirming what he already knew.

You reach over and switch your phone on, clicking through to your messages to find that Thor must have stolen his phone back from Loki at some point.

Thor: Good morning, my cherub. I hope you slept well.

Thor: I could hardly sleep with you absent beside me.

Thor: Our bed is too big without you in it.

Thor: Have you seen the doctor yet? You’ll text me as soon as you get a diagnosis, won’t you? I’ll be waiting.

Thor: Loki insists that I give you some distance to rest but being apart from you is torture.

Thor: Would you be very angry with me if I came to see you?

Thor: I have some things I must deal with here before I can go though. Loki is right. I should allow you rest and fix things here before I come to you.

Thor: Are you still sleeping, cherub? I’m sorry if my messages are disturbing you. I haven’t gone this long without talking to you since...I wish I’d met you years ago. When things weren’t so complicated.

Thor: Would you have let me court you even though I am the God of Thunder? Future King of Asgard? Would you have married me when I came back with my people to live here on Earth?

Thor: I think if I had to choose all over again, you’re still the only woman equal to the task of being my Queen.

Thor: And the love that has grown between us is...I will never take it for granted…

As you read that last message, you assume he wants to say he won’t take it for granted again. He’s already let it slip through his fingers, although he doesn’t know it yet.

Thor: Perhaps this can be that break you were talking of. For our baby? Maybe we do need a little bit of relaxation to let our bodies recover?

Thor: And yet, I can’t wait to start a family with you, cherub.

You’re bawling all over again, your eyes flooding with tears as you bury your face into his pillow and sob loudly.

He’d said that he missed your body next to his. You can relate. You want to feel the heavy fall of his chest, the deep breaths that fill his lungs and escape through his lips in a quiet little snore that always makes you cuddle into his side.

Normally, he’d respond by turning to face you and holding you right up against his chest.

The comfort that simple thing would give you right now when your heart is aching so painfully is what you so desperately need. But...you’re so angry too. You don’t want him near you.

The images that flood your mind are torture. Mixtures of pleasant, happy moments now marred by the betrayal and anger that has taken hold of your heart.

You bury your face into the pillow and scream until your throat really does go hoarse. Frustration at the force of change you’ve had to make in the past twenty-four hours.

You’re startled back to the present when your phone rings. You make a small attempt  to clear your throat then answer and the absolute gravel voice you use settles any wondering as to whether your illness is real.

“Hello?” you whisper, clearing your throat to no avail.

“Oh, cherub, you sound terrible.”

Your heart panics. How are you supposed to talk to him?

You don’t want to talk to him.

“I can’t really talk,” you say weakly hoping he’ll take the hint.

“Did the doctor see you already?” Thor asks, his worry evident in the quiet tone of his voice.

“Yes, he gave me some medicine and told me to try not to talk,” you lie, surprisingly easy right now since you don’t want to talk.

For your emotional sanity, you need to hang up soon.

“I’m so sorry, love. I wish I could take this illness from you. Where’s David? I’d like to talk to him.”

You panic again, floundering as you cough and clear your throat to buy some time.

“He’s not here. He went to the store to get some groceries,” you hope he buys it.

“I’ll call him a little later then. If you need anything, let me know. I’ll get it for you.”

“Thanks, Thor,” you mumble, suddenly not wanting to hang up.

How can one person give you so much ease and worry all at once? How can he be your source of agony and comfort at the same time? It’s not fair.

“I have so much to tell you, but...now is not the right time. You need to get better first.”

Nevermind! Fuck this guy. Your heart sinks.

“I have to go,” you tell him, hoping he’ll just hang up and leave you be now.

“Very well. I love you, cherub.”

How do you answer him without giving anything away just yet?

“Me too,” you choose. And it’s true.

Even if he’s torn your heart into pieces, he’s still the father of your baby and you still love him.

Whatever madness overcame him when he’d suggested to Loki getting an annulment was the best course of action seems to have passed. Loki must be right about him.

“Bye, Thor,” you whimper.

“Bye, Y/N,” he says your name, making your heart quake a bit.

You hang up and quickly dial up David.

He answers after two rings.

“Hello? How is my favorite girl in the whole wide world?”

He sounds amused by something, or just happy. It’s such a difference to how you feel at the moment that it breaks you and you sob again, renewing your tears.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” David demands, clearly now beginning to fret over the way you sound.

You tell him everything. Somehow you manage to get it all out minus one important detail and when you’re done recounting the most horrible night of your life, David sighs heavily and you can almost picture him settling into a deep armchair with massive worry weighing on his shoulders.

“Well, the good thing is, if he goes through with an annulment, you’re to be given a monthly allowance for the rest of your life. It was a condition in your contract, should Thor change his mind about marrying you. But he didn’t so it was moot, until now. You will be a very rich woman. More so than the small fortune you originally inherited.

“I know that money is hardly a consolation for the man that you love-” David sighs again. “Perhaps he said it in madness? He must have been very upset. Caught by surprise?” David offers.

“Even if he doesn’t mean it or doesn’t go through with it, I know that for you the point is the thought was there.

“However, I do think we must make allowances for Thor. I’m sorry to say. He is a king and he’s responsible for his entire people. A baby would give them security. Stability. A legitimate heir would tie them to Earth forever.

“We musn’t make light of his choices. This isn’t a common situation to find one’s self in. For either of you.”

“David, I’m pregnant.” You finally explain, knowing that it will maybe just show him a little bit more of what you’re facing. “I went to tell Thor and that’s when I overheard them.”

For a moment he’s speechless. When he speaks again, his voice is heightened.

“Congratulations! I-I knew it would happen eventually. The timing is a little-”

“I haven’t told him yet, clearly.”

Silence again. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I was so happy when I went to tell him and then I heard their conversation and I-I just can’t find the strength to do it right now. Not until I know whether he wants the annulment.”

David breathes in deeply and then exhales slowly into the phone. His breath is light and soft.

“You’re afraid that he will only stay with you because of the child,” a statement.

David knows you better than anyone else in your life. It’s not surprising that he’d make the leap so quickly.

“He’s willing to leave me and marry Jane because of her baby. It’s possible that he’ll stay by my side only because of our baby and I’d rather he do what’s best for our people than to stay with me because of a sense of obligation.”

“It could be that Jane will not want him. She might keep her child away from the Asgardian royal court. Didn’t she refuse to marry him because she didn’t want to be Queen?” David’s voice is pensive. “This might all feel much larger than it is. I suggest you take some time to really think through your actions before making any decisions.”

“I’m not going to never tell him, David. He’s the father of my child. He has to know that he has two and not just the one. I don’t think I could do that to him. I could never keep him from his children.

“Either of them.”

“You are magnanimous, Y/N. More than even I thought you were capable of.”

“Bullshit. I ran away and am refusing to see him until I get my week of space,” you nod firmly. “But David-?”

“Tell me,” he urges you, recognizing your tone of anguish.

“I-I know that I accepted this marriage hesitantly. It wasn’t like I asked for it and you know how I felt before Thor asked me to marry him. You know how s-scared I was about marrying someone who was in love with someone else, and now...now he’s-”

“He’s married to you, Y/N. Not Ms. Foster. And from what I have been able to see, he does love you. Not Jane. This is a temporary setback. If you’re angry at him, be angry at him. Don’t pretend you aren’t. If you’re hurt, show it. Wear your heart on your sleeve.

“Loving someone is one of life’s greatest blessings. Sometimes that love doesn’t last, sometimes it takes a beating. But you must choose whether your love is worth fighting for.

“You’ve also got obligations that you cannot escape from. Duties to your people as their Queen.”

“Assuming Thor doesn’t leave me and take my crown,” you scoff.

“I’m with your brother-in-law. I don’t think it will come to that. I think Thor was a little shocked and thrown by Ms. Foster’s news. Now that he has had some time to think, I believe he’ll do right by you and when you tell him, your child.”

“I won’t tell him until he makes up his mind,” you insist.

“That is your prerogative. Do what you need to. What can I do to help? What do you need from me?”

“Just be prepared for any eventuality. I’m not sure what’s going to happen at the end of this week. Oh, and if Thor calls you--just make something up and tell me what you say. He thinks you drove me from the airport and have been staying with me.”

“Using me as your alibi so that your husband won’t come looking for you,” David clicks his tongue. “How much detail shall I give him?”

“You’ve got a job too, just tell him you’re coming and going. Tony had his staff install some security on the house after the honeymoon. I’m safe here. He’ll believe that I’m safe if that’s all you say.

“Anyway, I need to go. I have two more calls to make before I can relax and enjoy my break from the throne.”

“If you need anything, you know how to reach me. Anything, Y/N. I mean it.”

“Thanks, David. I can always count on you,” you smile.

Just a tiny one. A very subtle curve at the corners of your lips.

“Well, you do pay me,” he jokes, which actually pulls a small laugh from you.

“Right. Bye, David.”

“Goodbye, Your Majesty.”

You take only a minute to think about your conversation with David before you make the most important calls of your week in solitude.

The first one is simple. Just a reminder of doctor-patient confidentiality. He understands what you’re saying even if he doesn’t practice by that mentality.

Dr. Wilson’s phone call is more difficult. She wants an explanation. She wants to know why she’s not allowed to tell your husband, the King of New Asgard, that he’s finally got what you and he have been wanting.

An heir!

It’s painful to talk about but you tell her what’s happened. You tell her that Thor doesn’t know that you know about Jane’s baby.

She’s very quiet as you talk. She assumes things and you can hear her anger when she starts to ask for what she can tell Thor.

“He didn’t cheat on me, Dr. Wilson,” you explain, hoping that this will ease her anger.

You’re angry at Thor because of the annulment, not because he and Jane have created a life from their love. You’re hurt because he’s willing or was willing--you’re not sure yet--to leave you to be with Jane, even if not for love but for the baby growing within her.

You’re hurt because the man you love was choosing his duty over his feelings for you.

Even though you know that he’s right to do it. Even though you know that you should understand because he’s King and you also took an oath to put the people of New Asgard first.

It’s your duty to put their well-being before your own. That doesn’t mean you have to like it.

In Thor’s mind, his only duty is to his child. Jane’s child. He doesn’t know you’re carrying one of your own yet. Even though that would probably make sure that he stays with you because of the baby, you don’t want that to be the reason he stays.

Proud fool.

“Thor slept with Jane the same night he proposed to me. This was before we loved each other, when leaving Jane was the hardest thing he’d had to do. I don’t hold that against him.”

You don’t tell her about the annulment. She doesn’t need to know how messy this all is.

“He’ll probably call for you and Dr. Alric soon. Loki suggested they get Jane checked so act surprised? But please don’t tell him I’m pregnant. Not yet. He’s coming to see me at the end of the week and I’ll tell him myself then. Please?” And it really is a genuine plea.

“I’ll do whatever you need, Your Majesty. I would like to come and check on you. You don’t sound well.”

She’s very sweet and her concern is touching.

“Thor will probably send you to me eventually. He’s worried but he’s clearly got other things on his mind.”

“I’ll make arrangements to head over there tomorrow. Oh, can you hold for one minute Your Majesty? I’m so sorry.”

“Of course.”

There’s silence on the phone for a few minutes before she comes back.

“It was His Majesty. He’s told me about Jane but she’s not available for an examination until later in the week. So, he’s asked me to come to you first. I’ll be there tonight.”

For some reason, the idea of having her with you eases some of the stress you’ve been carrying with you since yesterday.

“I’ll call and have a car sent for you.”

“Actually, His Majesty has promised to bring me straight to you via bifrost.”

“Wait, what?” You sit up in bed, clutching your blanket to your chest as your nerves suddenly fray and panic begins to build up within you.

“Should I come by plane?” She asks, worried by the sound of your voice.

You can’t see Thor. No. You can’t.

“No. I’ll just be going out later tonight to pick up a few things that I need here at the house. Toilet paper, napkins, laundry soap. I just didn’t want you to get here when I was out, but I’ll text you the passcode to get in.”

You’ll just have to make sure that you’re not at home when they come. That’s what you’ll do. This is a perfect excuse to be out since you need to get the stuff you listed anyway.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t just like me to come by plane?”

“No, really. The sooner you get here, the better. The car ride is so long from the airport. I’ll see you tonight, Dr. Wilson.”

“Bye, Your Majesty.”

Even though you know that you have hours upon hours until Thor brings Dr. Wilson here, you force yourself out of bed and abandon your plans to wallow in your feelings so that you can shower, get dressed, and leave the house.

If Thor’s coming, you’re going to be as far away from your house as you can be. You’re not ready to see him again just yet. You only have small errands to run but you’re gonna stay out all damn day if it’s the last thing you do.

~~~~~~~~~~

Tuesday

Thor is at a loss. Completely and utterly lost without you.

If he was ever in doubt as to how he really felt about you--which he never has been because he knows himself well enough to know better--he knows now that you are the light of his new life here on Earth.

His reign would mean significantly less without you at his side.

Even though the time you’ve spent together has been a short few months, they have been the best months of his life.

If he’d had one of those other women he’d interviewed become his Queen, this life he’s chosen to lead would have felt empty and tedious. Instead of watching his Queen spend her time with his people leading the way in progress.

You’re so eager to be part of the Asgardian populace. They’ve embraced you so fully.

With a sigh, Thor leans forward and buries his face into his hands as he mentally trashes himself for the absolute fool that he’s been about this entire situation.

The fact that he’d even entertained the thought of leaving you.

He wants to cry and tear his hair out in frustration.

Should he tell you that the thought was weighed along with many others at Jane’s news?

And Jane.

Thor groans.

She’s been avoiding him since she told him. He can’t exactly blame her for it. He hadn’t exactly taken the news well.

He had no reason to expect her to be receptive to him after he’d basically accused her of being confused about it. She knew her own body. If she said she was pregnant, what reason would he have to doubt her?

He’s messed everything up so much and he’s terrified to tell you about Jane.

What if you have the same idea he did? What if you decide to leave him in some foolish attempt to have him marry her and legitimize his future child?

It’s something you would do. Sacrifice yourself so that he could do the right thing.

The thought of living this life of rule without you at his side is unbearable.

With another frustrated groan, he gets up and moves to pace the length of the room, ignoring the large pile of paperwork on his desk as his mind moves in circles.

It always comes back to you.

And then you’d been out when he’d gone to drop off Dr. Wilson. He hadn’t expected you to be gone. He’d wanted to see you. To hold you. Touch you. Hear your voice after so much turmoil.

You are his only solace.

Going so close to you and not seeing you has left him with a terrible pain in his chest.

His phone rings.

Thor dives for his phone and fumbles with it as he grabs it off the bed. He almost loses it over the opposite edge.

He literally throws himself towards it and lands with a grunt onto the bed as he catches it.

He presses the button on the screen without looking to see who it is because he only wants it to be you.

“Cherub?” he gasps, his voice an octave higher than normal with the little bit of exertion he just underwent.

“Oh, no. Sorry, Your Majesty, it’s Dr. Wilson. I was just calling to give you your daily report on Her Majesty’s health.”

“Oh, yes, of course. I’m sorry. I just haven’t heard from-” He clears his throat, sits up, and slides to the edge of the bed. “No matter. How is my Queen, doctor?”

“She was asleep. But just woke up. She’s very tired. Her throat is better, but she’s had a fever every morning since Sunday.”

Thor sits up straighter, hand clenched into a fist around the edge of the bed as his heart starts to thrum loudly.

“Is she seriously ill?”

“No, of course not, Your Majesty. But she really does need rest. She has been under severe stress and I’m sorry to say that your constant messages are not letting her rest.”

Thor’s heart drops and buries itself into a hole at the bottom of his stomach. He feels numb suddenly, fearful of what he might be doing to you. The guilt of what he knows he must tell you soon also weighs down on him.

“Are you saying that I should leave her be until she is recovered?” Thor checks, just in case he’s not understanding correctly.

“I’m saying that if you want her to get well quickly, you must give her what she asked you for. She needs rest.”

Thor hates that he can’t be there to check on you. He wants to feel you close. He wants to see you. What if you’re deathly ill and you’re telling Dr. Wilson to lie for you?

You abhor lies and cherish honesty , but he can see you lying in order to spare him pain. Just as he is lying to spare you the worry of all this uncertainty with Jane.

Although he knows that he can never lose you now and even with a child coming with Jane, you are his wife and he can’t leave you. He was stupid to think he could even try. The thought was a sin and he’ll never forgive himself for thinking it.

Loki was so angry with him.

Rightfully so.

The good thing is that you’ll never know how bleak things looked. At least he has found his sanity again.

“Will you keep me informed? I’ll stop contacting her if you will promise to tell me how she fares. If she gets worse, I want to know.” Thor insists, his voice passionate and begging.

“You have my word, Your Majesty. Have you heard anything from Ms. Foster? Do we know exactly when we’ll be running her tests?”

“She’s very busy. As of now, it’s looking more and more likely that we won’t be able to find the time until the week’s end. After we confirm her pregnancy, I’ll tell Y/N. I’m sorry that I’ve asked you to collude in this business.”

There’s a long pause and for a moment Thor thinks that maybe the phone has disconnected but then Dr. Wilson sighs, “I cannot wait for this week to be over. Will you come back for me then? When she’s ready?”

“Yes. I’ll pick you up in the same spot that I left you. My wife wasn’t too upset about her lawn, was she? Only, Stark seems to get irritated with me every time I land on his.”

“No,” Dr. Wilson chuckles once. “She was not upset. Again, there’s little more than her throat, head, and fever on her mind. I’ve gotta go. She’s gone out into the garden for some fresh air but I need to get her back into bed.”

“Please take good care of her, doctor. She’s...well, she’s my wife,” Thor finishes heavily.

The phone goes dead and Thor sits there staring at his phone until he can find the strength to get to his feet and go off in search of Jane. They really need to talk.

~~~~~~~~~~

Friday

Thor is upset.

He’s beyond frustrated by now.

He’s irritated.

It’s a week tomorrow since he’s seen you and he can’t stand the distance anymore.

Dr. Wilson snuck him a photo but you’d been sitting on your sofa, looking weak and withdrawn.

He’s not sure what exactly is making you sick, but he knows that he can’t go another day without seeing you.

He needs to get Dr. Wilson back here and he needs to get confirmation so that he can have something to tell you once he sees you.

He won’t lose you over this.

It was one last time. One final goodbye with Jane and he’d thought she was on her birth control but apparently she hadn’t been so he hadn’t bothered to protect himself from the possibility of getting her pregnant.

Why hadn’t she said anything?! Why hadn’t she told him that she wasn’t on her pill?

He knows it’s wrong to blame her. It took both of them to make this baby, but being away from you for so long is wearing thin and he’s losing all semblance of patience.

It takes some very careful maneuvering. Heimdall is sent first, then Hilde, then Loki.

None of them know why they’re going in to corner Jane in the tower except for Loki. Well, Heimdall knows, but there’s no hiding much from Heimdall. He pretends not to know and that’s good enough for Thor.

Loki is just stepping out of the tower when he turns to look at Thor with a grave almost exhausted expression.

“She’s up there,” he assures Thor, frowning as he shuts the heavy door. “When will this end, Thor? Are you going to keep the Queen away forever?”

Thor says nothing, he’s too upset to speak. He pulls the door open roughly and stomps his way up the steps taking them two at a time until he’s standing on the top floor landing.

He can see Jane biting her lip, pacing the length of the room until she turns and finally sees him.

“Thor…” she gasps, not expecting to see him.

“We have to talk, Jane.”

She looks away, turning her back on him then moves towards her laptop which she carefully closes. She puts her hand up to her throat and turns to face him.

“I will have Dr. Wilson brought in and Dr. Alric to give you the same tests they have been giving Y/N. They will be confirming your pregnancy and once we have that, then we can all sit down and figure out-”

“I’m not pregnant,” Jane gasps, her voice filling the room despite the quiet breath that escapes her pink lips.

Thor’s stomach twists. It’s agony.

On the one hand, the words she’s just spoken are...they’re a celebration. They’re simplicity. They’re peace and a return back to normal where in his life there is only you.

On the other hand, he’s just lost a baby he never had. An heir that he’d been expecting and now can never get back.

He’d made plans for this child. He’s pictured his life with them, the happiness and joy that their birth would bring to the people of New Asgard. The assurance that they would always belong to Earth.

He’d picked names for boys and girls. He’d begun to make a list of nursery items they would need even as he lamented that the baby was not yours but Jane’s.

This baby would have, and had already begun to change his life.

And now this?!

“What?” he very nearly spits.

Jane is so flustered she’s wringing her hands hard, welting them red.

“I’m...I didn’t expect to come here and see you with her and see how fast you just-” she waves her hand as if shooing away some animal. “-moved on. It’s like you were never with me.

“You were both so happy and talking about the future and I just lost it for a little bit,” she shrugs. “I have no excuses, Thor. I’m sorry if what I said hurt you. It was selfish of me and I just loved you for so long. You were mine, you know? And now you’re married, planning to have kids, and your wife is so nice and considerate and even though she has every reason to hate me, she was polite and so damn perfect…

“I’m not afraid to say that it made me hate her. I’m ashamed of it, but not enough to take it back.”

The silence is thick. The air suddenly grows charged and Thor’s eyes shine a bright sparkling blue.

His hands crackle and his eye spits as if full of blue fire.

The sky overhead thunders and the world shakes with the boom. The lightning strikes sharp and fast, shaking the tower so that for a moment, Thor can see how Jane thinks it might topple.

His anger gives way to betrayal and his lightning fizzles out as he takes a step towards her, his brow furrowed, eye full of pain as he stares at her, searching for the joke that this must be.

There is no way that this is really happening.

“You lied to me?” Thor accuses.

Jane blanches, her lips going pale as she takes a step towards him.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie, I just-I didn’t want to see you with her anymore and I wasn’t thinking straight so I just said it before I could stop myself. I know that it was wrong and I didn’t think it would go on for so long. I wanted to tell you almost as soon as I said it that it wasn’t true, but then you just took off and then the Queen left and I wasn’t sure if you told her and maybe that’s why she wasn’t here.”

Thor shakes his head, turning away from her as he paces towards the stairs but then turns back, his anger returning but full of pain now.

“I defended you. When Loki insisted I have you tested I asked him if he doubted you and I assured him that you would not lie about something this important. What reason would you have to lie?” he demands, almost of himself instead of Jane.

“Thor,” Jane begins.

“How long were you going to let me think you were carrying my child? How long were you planning to con me?” he accuses and his words seem to hurt Jane.

Thor can’t find it in him to care too much.

“I wasn’t-that’s not what I meant to do, Thor. Please, you have to believe me. I just didn’t know how much seeing you with her would-”

“You have no right to be upset!” he booms, his voice loud and it startles Jane quiet.

She’s never heard him angry like this. She’s never heard his voice raised.

“I gave you every opportunity to be with me, to marry me, to build a life here with me and be my Queen. You didn’t want it! You flat-out refused to be tied down by me and this Kingdom but now that you see me and my wife happy, you change your mind?

“You have the audacity to raise obstacles between us because you have regrets?”

“Thor,” she tries again, but Thor won’t let her speak.

“Get out,” he says sternly, turning to move towards the stairs.

“What?!”

“I said, get out. You are no longer welcome in my home. Pray no one ever finds out of your treachery. And should you have the urge to return for any reason, don’t.”

Thor storms down the steps, so angry that each step shakes the tower.

He’s breathing heavily as he slams the door shut behind him.

The storm air helps to calm him a bit. It clears his mind at least and the past week zooms by him like an unpleasant movie.

All of that worry and the plotting and planning. The agony that he felt wondering if you’d leave him when you found out about his child with Jane was the most unbearable.

Your face flashes before his eyes and he knows that there’s only one place he can be right now.

He throws his hand out and a metallic whistling rushes closer before his fist closes around his hammer.

He swings it firmly and throws it up into the air as he makes for your home.

Now that he has nothing to keep him here, he’s eager to get back to you. He’ll tell you everything and hope that you can forgive him for lying to you about Jane.

Even though it was a lie by omission, it was still a lie.

“I’m coming, my cherub,” he whispers, so eager to have you in his arms again.

Nothing will ever tear him from you again. He is certain. Nothing. Not a false heir, or a former love, no doubts exist within him anymore. You are the one.

The only one.

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LOKI 4 PRESIDENT! For a narcissist trickster sorcerer with the personality of a praying mantis, there are few occupations in the world that would suit Loki better than president of the United States. A few years ago, in the summer of 2016, comic book writer Christopher Hastings imagined just that in a satirical limited series for Marvel titled Vote Loki.

Five years later, Vote Loki has found its way to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. In the fifth episode of the Disney+ series, “Journey Into Mystery,” a variant Loki (still played by Tom Hiddleston) appears in the desolate “Void” surrounded by a Mad Max-esque posse. On Loki’s tattered blazer is a red, white, and blue “Loki” button, indicating this Loki was, uh, elected to lead. Turn on the subtitles on Disney+ and you’ll find this Loki is credited as “President Loki.”

In an email to Inverse, Christopher Hastings says he had no idea this was going to happen.

“I found out [they were doing Vote Loki] when a trailer for the show featured the campaign outfit from Vote Loki,” Hastings tells Inverse.

When Inverse exchanged emails with Hastings, it was prior to the episode’s premiere, to which Hastings said he was “very curious to see exactly what from the comic gets into the show.”

“I love time travel and multiverse material,” the writer says in praise of Loki. “I am a big fan of the TVA as a setting. I'm eager to see how it goes, and what it might mean for the next phase of MCU movies, especially since multiverse wackiness seems to be a major part of those upcoming movies.”

In 2004, while a student at the School of Visual Arts in New York City, Hastings wrote and illustrated The Adventures of Dr. McNinja, a serial webcomic about a doctor who is also a ninja. The series was a cult hit, at one point attracting 110,000 unique visitors a day. By 2011, Hastings was doing work for Marvel, writing single issues of A+X and Howard the Duck. With Chris Bachalo, he co-created Gwenpool — a bizarre blend of Spider-Man ex-girlfriend Gwen Stacy and Deadpool — and penned the 2016-2018 solo series The Unbelievable Gwenpool, teaming up with Japanese studio Gurihiru to create the character’s deeply unique comedic tone.

But during Gwenpool, Hastings spent the summer of 2016 playing with a different Marvel trickster: Loki. In the four-issue miniseries Vote Loki, Hastings spoofed the chaos that was the 2016 race between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. In Vote Loki, an ambitious Loki seeks the seat of the president with a very unique campaign strategy: being honest about lying.

With “President Loki” having a minor cameo in the MCU, Inverse caught up with Hastings to look back on his explicitly political riff that took place inside the Marvel Universe.

This interview has been edited for clarity.

Take me back to the origins of Vote Loki. When did the seed for the story plant in your mind? What was going on in the world of culture/politics at that time?

Gosh, it's tough to come up with one thing specifically, because we were making the comic by the seat of our pants, and so many things got scrapped and rewritten along the way, often at the last second. But one of the core topics I wanted to cover had to do with narratives versus reality. It's kind of a given that in the world of politics, truth is this malleable thing, and now more than ever all you have to do to make people believe a lie is to repeat it enough times.

I liked the idea of Loki playing with narrative in a way that wasn't necessarily outright lying, more bending. (Except the bit about being born in Maryland. One outright lie there.) The other driving point I wanted to explore was how Americans can have a tendency to incorporate their national-level politics into part of their identity, and what that does to a person, particularly when a character like Loki is the one on the ticket.

What sort of conversations did you have with Marvel about a political satire starring Loki? What was the elevator pitch that got approval?

Like I said, things changed so many times, I'm not even entirely sure how many versions were kind of approved and then scrapped on the way to get to what was actually published. I think it was more that I assured editor Wil Moss that I could jump on the book (which Marvel was determined to make; they just hadn't decided who was writing it when I was pitching) after talking about the stuff about narrative and identity, and the basic idea that the viewpoint character shouldn't actually be Loki but a journalist covering Loki's campaign.

Vote Loki introduced the character of Nisa Contreras. What was the primary inspiration for her?

That would be my real-life friend, Nisa Contreras. She's not a journalist, but she’s someone I'm sure could take down Loki if he were a) real and b) got on her bad side. I wanted the story to be more about witnessing the tension and the comedy of Loki running for president, about not knowing what was up his sleeve. And so I came up with [a] journalist.

Vote Loki was published over the summer of 2016 when the election was ramping up in awkward ways. (“Pokémon Go to the polls!”) Did the real election influence the comic in any way, including any specific moments?

The comic was a direct response to things that were happening during the 2016 campaign, specifically that a “joke” candidate that was obviously terrible could get pretty far with enough media oxygen and a comfortable political system that ignored the disgust a lot of people had with it.

Vote Loki ran for four issues. Was there ever a possibility for more?

If it was a smash hit, I believe there would have been a President Loki to directly follow Vote Loki.

What do you think of Vote Loki's inclusion in the TV series?

Top five surreal moments of my life.

Do you think Vote Loki could be the focus of its own adapted series/movie?

Oh for sure. You wouldn't even have to take the material from our comic; there's so much more brand-new political madness that a new Vote Loki series or movie could tap into.

A lot has happened in the five years since Vote Loki was published. What are your feelings looking back now in 2021? Did your opinions on the book ever change?

There was a lot happening in American politics in 2016 I missed and wish I had been able to see to include. For example, how broken political polling has become. I had no idea, along with the rest of the country.

It was tricky to do a cohesive narrative amongst a shifting Marvel continuity we had to stay inside; a lot of feedback and demands from various sources within the company and an election that was changing every single day. It was truthfully (heh) a quite stressful book to write, but looking back on it I'm proud to see what we absolutely nailed about American culture. In particular, what we had to say about politics as entertainment and identity, and how a slippery enough politician can not only shake scandal [off] by speeding up an already fast news cycle but embrace and twist it to their advantage.

LOKI WILL AIR ITS FINAL EPISODE JULY 14 ON DISNEY+. VOTE LOKI IS AVAILABLE NOW.

#President Loki #Vote Loki

[madamescarlette]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

blows a kiss to Elli @batmantaking-hobbits2gallifrey thank you for tagging me, darling!!! 💜💖

Favorite Color: BLUE is the one for me, and probably will always be. I like to joke that my wardrobe is 1/4 white, 1/4 black, and 1/2 blue because I love it SO much. There’s a specific shade the sky gets to be in the first crisp days of fall that is truly my very favorite. (But a special shout-out to pink, which is the color that I am! Or at least, the shade of my heart. My soul is blue. It’s a very important distinction.)

Currently Reading: the good question is what am I NOT reading. Ebooks were a terrible invention because they mean I am always picking up something or other and then deciding it’s not the right time for me to read it yet and rinsing and repeating the exact same process with something else. But most presently and pertinent are:

The Ordinary Princess (because @shieldmaidenofsherwood has it in her bookshelf tag and I am nothing if not a parrot when it comes to the book-loves of all my friends)

The Wind in the Willows (the first book I ever had read to me as a baby! it’s the rainy season right here now and I felt that it was the correct time)

Seraphina (it’s always Dragon Season and sitting on my bedroom floor and screaming season)

The Dream Thieves (again, summertime is the correct time)

and finally trying The Bird in The Tree for the first time!!! (I read The Rosemary Tree for Maria’s sake years ago but I need to read more Goudge)

Last Song: You’re Not Special, Babe - Orla Gartland (the chorus is so deliciously addictive)

Last Movie: Harry Potter & The Sorcerer’s Stone (the vibes are somehow immaculate in the thick of summer)

Last Series: I always have a CR episode lined up (it’s Siege of Emon time, babeyyy) but the last show-show was Mr. Loki himself!

Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: This my ideal lineup: sweet drinks, savory food, spicy chips! (I’m a weakling, or at least my stomach is one when it comes to most actual heat, sadly. But jalapeno chips are my Achilles heel.)

Craving: I can’t see any further past the food I’m actually eating! I wanted sweet and sour chicken and I GOT it, plus fried donuts. 💖

Tea or Coffee: I STARTED as a tea person, but I’ve slowly transitioned into a coffee person that will take coffee every time you offer, granted that I drink coffee like it’s a dessert rather than how it should probably be. I reckon maybe once I’m REALLY grown up I’ll be able to drink it black, but until then it must be sugared and creamed or I will be an upset cat. That being said, tea is THEE ideal reading drink! Nothing else quite suits as well, and is very essential for hobbit girl summer. 

Working On: Editing RMT, drafting WTLBS, mayhaps poking at milk novel rather farther, planning out more of tree novel as I go. And, to learn how to make scones. Plus trying to learn this song on guitar at some point. 

T A G G I N G : any of you out there reading, please join in and tag me if you want! I mean it! I’m glaring at you but like, affectionately!!!

#tag #this one felt like a newsletter to write for me & i enjoyed that immensely

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Old and New Traditions

Based on this: “ What about a “reformed” Loki (still alive after Endgame) learning about Christmas and deciding he deserves to get himself a gift after all the terrible things that happen to him and all the things he lost over the last decade. He decides he wants you and he’s ready to start a family to make up for the one he lost. Some dark holiday breeding? (; ” requested by anonymous but I fucked up and forgot the breeding bit, sorry.

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, fucking), magick.

Note: Here’s some Loki love, y’all. Didn’t edit very much so typos are probably a given.

Hope y’all enjoy. Like and/or reblog!! <3 Reblogs really help especially since I haven’t been getting many.

It didn't feel like Christmas. There were no lights, no carols, no flagrant ads for the holiday bustle. It seemed there was an unspoken accord to forgo the holiday. The world's morning blackened even the brightest times.

Well, everyone was alone this year, in one way or another. Maybe they had someone left but there was also another missing. It was just you and your sister and she still lived in another city. 

She visited once since the disappearances. There was nothing to say. Not face to face. So you sent courteous messages, pretended that you were still as you were. But you weren't.

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve. You had the day off and the next. No plans though. You climbed the steps to your walk-up apartment. A small loft above two other apartments. You balanced the bag of groceries in on arm as you unlocked the door. You ducked inside and kicked your snowy boots off and shed your coat and hat in the dark.

You stepped into the small kitchen and flicked on the light. You kept your back to the counter that separated it from the front room. You placed the bag on the other counter and opened the fridge as you began to unload your haul.

Next the cupboard as the cans clacked inside. You finished and tucked the bag under the counter with the rest.  You turned and noticed the shadow at the edge of the light's glare. The chair in the corner stood ominous in the dim of the evening.

Your heart leapt and you blinked to clear the illusion. It didn't dissipate. You slowly neared the counter and reached under the cupboards to flip the other switch.

Loki sat in the chair, barely disturbed by the sudden flood of light. It had to be your imagination. A spirit to haunt you in these dark times. You rounded the end of the counter but hovered in the door frame.

"Thor said you were dead." You said. Your voice cut through the air and broke the dreamlike aura.

"Thor says many things." He grinned as he lifted one leg over the other. "That we're brothers, that he's king of Asgard. Well, we're not really brother and last I heard, there was nothing left of Asgard to be king of."

"Loki," You frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"I've heard it is a particularly special time of year on Midgard and by your custom it is expected that you spend this time with others."

"The last we met, you weren't keen on our customs." You crossed your arms.

"Oh but I find this one intriguing," He flourished his fingers, "Quaint. Your little gift-giving ritual."

"I don't have anything for you and unless you have an explanation, I want nothing from you."

"Well, I've come to claim my gift," He grinned.

"I don't…" You paused as the glimmer in his eye caught yours. "Loki, you should go."

You swept past the counter to the door. You grabbed the handle and heard the click. It locked upon its own. You tried to turn it back but it wouldn't budge.

"Loki," You used to hands to try to turn the handle. "This isn't funny."

"On the contrary, I find you very amusing, dear."

You turned back and he was standing. He smirked as you pressed yourself to the door. He got closer and you edge along the corner to the back of the counter. He swiftly blocked your way, his hand on the wall to block your way. He tilted his head.

“What’s wrong?” He intoned. “I thought you’d be happy for the company at a time such as this.”

“Not you,” You grumbled  . "Just...go."

"You didn't even ask me what I want for your little holiday?"

"I don't care. Just get out."

"Ask me." He got closer until you were back in the corner.

"No."

"Come on."

"Loki."

"Perhaps…" He reached to stroke your cheek. "I'll just show you what I want."

His other hand went to your chin as he framed your face. He loomed over you as his emerald eyes sparkled hungrily. You remembered that day in his cell when you’d first met him. The way he’d leered through the glass, in a moment, he was angry again. And when he escaped, you saw him again. Fleeting as the encounter was, he had made a promise. One which seemed just as thin. ‘One day…’

“Thor is here, on Midgard,” You breathed. “You should go find him.”

“I don’t care about Thor,” He said. “I wouldn’t be here if he mattered.”

“Loki,” You grabbed his wrists but he stood firm. “I told you then, I’ll tell you now.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, dear,” He leaned in. “I’m a prince. A god. And you are a mere mortal.”

“Let me go,” You said evenly.

He didn’t respond. He bent and pressed his lips to yours. You pushed against his chest as his fingers stretched along your jaw. You were trapped between him and the wall. You continued to shove him and for a moment, his lips fell away. 

A moment before and unseen force has your hands drawn down and behind you. You were restrained by the supernatural bounds wound tight around your wrists. You tried to turn your head away but he held you in place, once more his mouth was on yours. Fervent. Intent. A prize long awaited which he’d claim once and for all.

He slipped his tongue along your lips and forced his way inside your mouth. He delved into you as he let his hand drift, his other still on your chin. He felt the curves of your body, explored the breadth of his bounty. You squirmed but he didn’t seem to notice. Likely he didn’t care.

He parted and panted as he looked down at you. Another eerie flash of green in his gaze. He grabbed your arm and yanked you out of the corner. You stumbled, your arms still caught in the unseen ties.

“Loki, let me--” 

He shoved you ahead of him and you barely kept yourself from tumbling. You turned back and he marched up to seize you by your shoulders. “I’ll give you a choice. Consider it your gift.” You gaped up at him. “Shall I open my present here…” He peered over at the old couch. “Or would you prefer the bed?”

“Please…”

“I won’t ask again. I don’t ask.” He turned you, his hands once more on your shoulders. “So, decide or I will and I might just choose something a little less comfortable.”

“The...bed,” You forced out. “You don’t--”

“Quiet, dear,” He turned you and nudged you towards the short hallway. “The more I look at you from here, the more I’d like to bend you this very instant.”

You clamped your lips shut and dragged your feet as he kept you ahead of him. He turned you into the bedroom. How long had he been here? Enough to know where everything was. You swallowed as he released you and the door closed. Another click of a lock.

“I will...unbind you so long as you swear not to try anything. You understand?” He came around to face you. “I should like this to be as enjoyable for both of us as it can be but I will not hesitate to ensure your cooperation.”

“Fuck you,” You spat.

“We’re getting to that, dear,” He purred and chuckled. 

His green eyes glossed over your figure. He reached out and ran his fingers along the frilled neckline of your blouse. He watched his hands as he plucked the top button tentatively. He lifted a brow and looked at you.

“Last chance, my dear.”

You stayed silent and looked away. You were almost jerked off your feet as he tore open your blouse. You grunted in surprise as he shoved the shirt down your arms. The restraint released for a second, enough for him to slip the fabric past your hands. Your wrists snapped back together and you flinched.

“In Asgard, the women lined up.” He boasted. “My father had them delivered to me in red satin.”

“This isn’t Asgard.” You hissed.

“Better than,” He yanked on your bra strap until it broke. Then the other. “None of those women were you. None of them had that spark in their eye, like you. And I’m yet to find out but I doubt they feel…” He reached around you and swiftly unhooked the back of your bra, “As good.”

You stayed quiet and gritted your teeth. He played with your breasts as you kept your eyes averted. Ashamed of what he was doing, of how your body was reacting. 

“But I can say for sure,” His fingers walked along your stomach and stopped just above your pelvis. “That no man can compare to me.”

You trembled in fear, in anger, in anticipation. The last was most unsettling. You shouldn’t feel this way. The revulsion should be pure, not mingled with this unbidden lust. To go so long without the touch of another was unnatural and it left you vulnerable.

He hooked his thumbs under your waistband and slipped your pants down your thighs. You were stiff against him and he followed the fabric to the floor. He took your ankles and lifted your feet from the puddle of wool. He stayed there and grabbed your panties. He pulled them down smoothly and watched intently as your vee was uncovered.

He gripped your elbow and led you forward to the bed. You were careful not to fall as you untangled your feet from your panties. He turned you and nudged you to sit on the edge of the mattress. He stood before you and unclasped the top of his tunic. You looked down, your bare skin was a sober sight.

“Look at me.” He commanded. Your head lifted by a strength not your own and you stared up at him.

He undressed slowly, as if teasing you. Each piece stripped away coyly. And it worked. You felt the warmth, the repressed need tugging at your wits. You wondered if he could see it. When he was entirely nude before you, you couldn’t help but peek at his arousal. He was hard and his cock twitched.

He chuckled as he stepped close. “Lay back,” He urged. “We both know you want me, even if you won’t admit it.”

You shook your head and he caught your chin. He squeezed, a subtle warning, and let go with a gentle push. Your hands fell apart but you were pulled back by the unearthly force around them. Dragged across the bed as your arms were drawn apart wide and you were forced down onto your back. Your ankles mirrored your wrists and you writhed against the invisible binding.

“Ah, look at you,” Loki purred as he crawled between your legs. His eyes sparkled as he stared down at your pussy. He lowered himself until you felt his breath along your little patch of hair. “Mmmm.”

You gasped your protest as he nuzzled your pelvis. His tongue flicked down between your folds and over your clit. Your hips bucked and your legs tensed against your restraints. His fingers stretched over your thighs and he squeezed them as he pressed himself closer, deeper. He delved into you and tasted you. You hissed through your teeth as it sent a shockwave through you.

His hands moved up along your thighs and to your hips. His thumbs pressed into your skin as he devoured you. You tried to withhold the pleasure at the tip of his tongue, to mute the moans that filled your chest. But you couldn’t and the noise that escaped you, broke your defenses and bolstered his advance.

He didn’t slow, didn’t stop, and drew from you mewls and whines. You were hyper aware of your dissemblance but couldn’t resist it. Couldn’t fight the first sliver of affection, even unwanted, that you’d had in months. A year even. You were weak and tired. You couldn’t fight anymore.

Your back arched and you felt your insides coil. You shook as the ripples overflowed and Loki lapped up your orgasm. You panted as he coaxed your body and you rode the wave until it crested and fell back into the sway. You were stunned as you descended and sense nipped at your neck.

“Oh dear, look at you,” He lifted his head, lips shiny and wet, and admired your disarray. He moved up so that his knees pressed against your thighs. “Now, that was my present to you.” He gripped his cock and licked his lips. “And this is for me.”

He rubbed his tip along your pussy. He pressed himself slowly past your entrance and you squirmed. You were tight around him and he bent over, one hand on the mattress to support him, as he slid deeper. He let out a long sigh as he impaled himself entirely and you whimpered. You’d never been that full.

He lingered and then pulled back. He thrust gently at first. He looked down at you, admired the play of emotions across your face as the pain faded away. As the pleasure grew and entwined you around him. As his hips moved steadily and your breath kept time.

Then he moved faster. Eager for more. For a bigger reaction. Harder so you yelped, deeper so you moaned, pounding into you so your whole body was jolted. He sat back slightly but kept himself inside of you, his pace never wavered. He cupped your tits and flicked his thumbs across your nipples. 

He groaned as his eyes shone and he kneaded your flesh hungrily. He bent over you and took a nipple in his mouth. He nipped and suckled as his hand played with the other. You gulped as you were dragged up to the peak and dangled over the precipice. When you fell, you cried out and arched into him. 

You came, unaware that your limbs were no longer restrained. You latched onto him and your climax thundered down. Your legs wrapped around him and urged him deeper and he accepted the invitation without pause.  

He lifted his head and pressed his chest to yours. He stretched his hand over your throat and pinned you down. He fucked you as he kissed your cheek then nibbled along your jaw. His touch was intoxicating, poisonous, and you’d succumbed to it so easily.

He squeezed your neck until your breath caught in your throat. He grunted and a sudden rush flowed through you. He shuddered as he struggled to keep going. You felt his cum inside of you, his body against you, his was all over you. He’d taken every bit of you. And you’d let him.

He eased himself through his orgasm until he was still. He stayed atop you and breathed into the crook of your neck as his hand fell away. His nose tickled you and he sighed. “As I understand your customs, you receive more than one…” He thrust so that you yelped. “Gift.”

#loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #dark!loki x reader #dark loki #dark loki x reader #thor #mcu #marvel #avengers #fic #dark!fic #holiday #holiday drabble #drabble #request #au

[biqueen2]

A Bucky x reader oneshot

So I usually write on Wattpad, I've never used Tumblr, so the way I use (h/c) (hair color) (h/l) (hair length) might be weird, but idk if it is, so I just figured I'd say that before hand.

Plot: Being bored is no fun. But Doing Bucky's hair is.

Warning(s): none

"No (y/n), you can't. It's just not possible." Tony shakes his head as I follow him towards his lab.

"Your telling me it's not possible to make a avian human hybrid that has functional wings, hollow bones, and is unusually strong?" I question, glaring at him.

"That is exactly what I'm saying, (n/n). Although I'm sure Hydra will find a way to make it happen. Now leave. God knows what your going to break in here." He closes the lab door behind him before I can protest, and I fake a pout.

I walk into the training room, hoping to find Nat. She's right where I thought she'd be at this time of day.

"Nat, I'm bored." I say as I step next to her, watching her beat the crap out of a punching bag.

"Go bug someone else. I'm training."

"Your literally the best assassin in the world. You don't need to train." I smirk.

"Hydra is constantly making new and improved assassin's. I need to stay sharp. Go bug Loki. He always entertains you." She looks at me for a moment, before going back to murdering the punching bag.

I sigh and walk down to the library two floors bellow us. I go find Loki, knowing exactly where he is. He basically lives here. When he's not being confined to his room, that is.

"Lokiiiiii." I drawl out, being as annoying as possible.

"Yes?" He questions, not looking up from his book.

"I'm bored." I sit next to him on the love seat and pout.

"Is there something you want from me?" He raises an eyebrow, side glancing at me.

"Entertain me?" I ask.

"Unfortunately I cannot. I am only a few chapters away from finishing this book, and then my time outside of my room is up."

I groan loudly and stand.

I begin to count out who's in the tower on my fingers as I walk up the stairs.

"Thor's on a mission with Steve, Bruce is out of town touring some nerdy science museum, Wanda is currently training with Vision, Pietro is... Pietro, so he's out. That leaves.... Sam, Clint, Rhodes and Bucky. Let's go see Clint first. Rhodie doesn't particularly like me. He doesn't dislike me, he just doesn't like me."

"Who are you talking to, printsessa?" Pietro suddenly appeared infront of me, and I gasp.

"Myself. What are you doing on the stairs?" I ask.

"Got bored. What about you? You should take the elevator, yes?"

"I'm claustrophobic." I shrug. "The idea of a moving box that gets stuck all the time is just, horrible."

He hums.

"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" He smirks.

"Only about a thousand times." I roll my eyes. His flirting used to make me blush, but I've grown uses to it.

"Well, I'm shooting for a million." He winks before zipping off somewhere.

I continue looking for something to do, Clint being of no help, Sam being as equally annoying as me, and Rhodie mostly ignoring me until I left.

"Bucky?" I call, knocking on his door.

He opens it, looking down at me.

"Yes?" He asks.

"I'm bored." I say.

He opens the door wider, moving to the side.

Me and Bucky have been friends for about a year. We talked to each other about practically everything. Unfortunately, I had been developing a crush on him.

I flop down on his bed before suddenly shooting up, a large grin on my face.

"You have any idea what you wanna do?" He asks, crossing his arms.

I nod.

"Well?"

"Can I do your hair?" I ask.

"No." He sternly tells me.

"Whyyyyyy? You have such nice hair! I want to make it pretty."

"Because no one touches my hair."

"Except for me, right now." I smile, getting up and grabbing a brush, some hair bands and bobby pins from his bathroom.

"(y/n), no."

"(y/n), yes." I smile.

He protests before finally giving in.

"You better not ruin it, doll." He glares before sitting cross cross infront of his bed.

"Wouldn't dream of it, soldier." I place my legs over his shoulders, being too short to reach him if he sat on the bed with me.

I comb through his hair, then part it, tie off the top, and then braid the bottom so it will stay out of the way.

I French braid the top and then place it into a messy bun. I unbraid the rest of his loose hair and run my fingers through it, making sure there's no tangles.

"All done!" I smile.

He tilts his head back into my lap, looking up at me, making my breathe hitch.

"Your thighs are like heaters." He smirks.

"Thanks?" I smile, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

"Your blushing." He smirks.

"Well, a very, uh, attractive man is resting his head in my lap, so, it's hard not to..." I trail off, unsure of what to do with my hands.

He hums before he gets up, going to the mirror in the bathroom.

As soon as he is out of sight, I let out a breathe I hadn't relized I had been holding in.

"Not bad sweetheart. You didn't ruin my hair either." He says, walking out.

"well duh. I'm not terrible at everything." I smirk.

"Nah, just most things." He smiles back sitting next to me.

"Hey! That's mean!" I say, shoving his shoulder.

He laughs before he looks back at me.

"Uh, Buck your kinda staring." I say.

He doesn't respond. Instead he moves forwards, pushing me into the head board.

"Bucky?" I breathe out a small whisper.

"Yes?" He asks, looking at me, one of his hands going to my cheek while the other supports him.

"W-What are you doing?" I whisper.

"Something I've been meaning to for a long time." He mumbles before gently placing his lips on mine.

My eyes were at there widest. I probably looked the equivalent to a deer stuck in headlights. I was too shocked to kiss back, though I desperately wanted to. He pulls away before I get the chance to.

He smirks, before it falters looking at my dumbfounded face.

"Doll?"

I don't move. I just blink slowly, trying to understand the fact that the man I had been crushing on for nearly 2 months just kissed me.

"I'm sorry. I don't-" before he can finish the sentence, I regain my composure and pounce, reaching my hand to the back of his neck and sitting on his lap, my other hand on his chest. I pull him down and kiss him.

He kissed back, and now that I understood what was happening, I took notice of his suprisingly soft lips, the small scar that was ever so slightly above his upper lip, and the fact that he tasted like...

"Is that my hot coco drink?" I ask as I pulled away, looking up at him.

"Yes...?" He said, a sheepish grin playing on his lips.

"Bucky! That hot coco mix is, sorry, was limited edition! That was my last one!" I pout.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. Forgive me?" He asks, kissing my forehead. It takes every inch of my willpower not to immediately forgive him.

"I will if you take me out to dinner." I smirk.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Somewhere fancy. I wanna be spoiled." I say, kissing his jaw.

"Consider it done." He mumbles, before kissing me again.

#fanfic #fiction #wattpad #reader insert #oneshot #bucky x y/n #bucky fluff

[just-random-obsessions]

Funny Moments In Thor The Dark World

Find Thor 1 here

Find Avengers 1 here

This is the second part of me watching all three thor movies and the avengers movie and comparing the humor pre-ragnarok to the humor in the 3rd Thor movie. And, as before, I’m writing this on my computer where the I and U keys don’t work so sorry for any spelling mistakes.

Tag List: @nikkoliferous @fyrecrafted @lokijiro @miskiett @darthxerik @icyxmischief @iamanartichoke @juliabohemian @official-and-unstable-satan @melodylnoelle @just-another-human-2019 @fandomsfanfiction @mentallydatingahotcelebrity @cateyes315 @burningarbiterheart @imnotacreepijustlikeyou @usedtobegoodfriend96 @alexakeyloveloki

Official-and-unstable-satan and fandomsfanfiction weren’t tagged sry

Anyone who wants to be added/removed to the tag list please let me know! and if I missed someone please also let me know. Sorry this post is so long

~ “Hello Mother. Have I made you proud?”

~ “Please don’t make things worse” “Define worse”

~ “I really don’t see what all the fuss is about”

~ “Just like you”

~ *That smile!!!!*

~ “I’ve got this completely under control!” “Is that why everything’s on fire?”

~ *About the Scary MonsterTM: “All yours”

~ *Thor says hi to the Big Scary MonsterTM*

~ “I accept your surrender”

~ “Anyone else?” *All the people simultaneously: NOPE*

~ “Perhaps next time we should START with the big one”

~ *Odin obviously shipping Thor and Jane* (idk I got a kick out of this)

~ *Jane awkwardly avoiding her date*

~ *Date: hi*

~ *Him awkwardly talking about his ex*

~ “And the fact that she kept sleeping with other men” “NO!”

~ *Darcy being mistaken for a waitress*

~ *Darcy mouthing “Cute” to Jane about Richard*

~ *Darcy embarrassing Jane by talking about Thor*

~ “Is there a point to all of this cause there REALLY needs to be a point to all of this”

~ “That’s what I said!”

~ “That’s what I did!”

~ “He’s not interested” “I’m interested” (Am I the only one who feels like his awkwardness was actually kinda cute?)

~ “He’s my intern.” “You have an intern?”

~ *Intern is fucking adorable like Richard*

~ “I have totally mastered driving in London!” *Has not mastered it at all*

~ *Selvig running around Stonehenge naked*

~ *Darcy keeps calling Ian ‘Intern’*

~ *Darcy calls Jane cause she didn’t wanna shout*

~ God I fucking love Darcy she’s so criminally underrated

~ “I am not getting stabbed in the name of science”

~ “It’s okay, we’re Americans!” “Is that supposed to make them like us?”

~ “We’re scientists-well I am” “Thanks”

~ “That doesn’t seem right”

~ “I wanna throw something! Jane give me your shoe!”

~ *Jane ignores Darcy*

~ “Give me your shoe”

~ “Were those the car keys?”

~ *Ian’s face when he realizes he threw the car keys to another planet*

~ *If you have to bury so many people then you’re doing something wrong you hot dumb fuck* (I mean that’s basically what Heimdall said right?)

~ “Typical” *after being left behind while Jane goes to talk to her boyfriend*

~ *Jane! Love of my life and most talented and beautiful person in the world oh how I love yo-SLAP*

~ “As excuses go, its not terrible”

~ “I know” “You do?” “Do what?”

~ *Darcy interrupts the KissTM*

~ “Um I’m pretty sure we are getting arrested”

~ “How’s space?” “Space is fine”

~ “He��s my intern… My intern’s intern”

~ “Holy shit!” (after Jane went up in the Bifrost)

~ *Heimdall calmly dodges the car*

~ “We have to do that again”

~ “Hello”

~ “What’s that?”

~ “It’s a soul forge” *No I’m pretty sure that’s a quantum field generator*

~ *Jane being ready to fight Odin for comparing her to a goat*

~ “You told your dad about me?”

~ “It must be so inconvenient, them asking about me day and night”

~ “Please meet my mother” *Jane shies away from Thor*

~ Loki casually tossing the thingamajig in the air like the cute little shit he is

~ Lord, he’s so damn pretty

~ *Kurse being like: Lol I ain’t touchin’ that boy with a ten foot pole*

~ “It’s as if they resent being in prison”

~ “There’s no pleasing some creatures”

~ *Loki calmly reading a book while all Hel breaks loose*

~ “You have my word that no harm will come to yo-” nvm bitch die

~ *THAT look between Sif and Jane*

~ *Frigga immediately seeing through Odin’s bs lies*

~ *Heimdall: I have defeated the big space ship!! The bigger one behind him: Bitch you thought*

~ “WITCH!!!!” *Now I know who Loki gets his amazing aforementioned smile from*

~ *Selvig using shoes to explain complicated science*

~ *Selvig then using pencils*

~ “Any questions?” “Yeah, can I have my shoe back?”

~ “What’s SHIELD?” “It’s a secret”

~ *Darcy’s cute af face when she sees that Selvig is in the mental hospital*

~ “Are you sure you wouldn’t just rather punch your way out?”

~ *Loki shapeshifting into the guard*

~ “Mmm Brother, you look ravishing”

~ “Costumes a bit much”

~ “So tight!”

~ “I can FEEL the righteousness surging!!”

~ “HEY wanna have a rousing discussion about truth?”

~ “Honor?”

~ “Patriotism?”

~ “GOD BLESS AMERICA!”

~ “At last. A little common sens-”Bitch are you really fucking kidding me? (What do you mean that’s not what he said?)

~ “I thought you liked tricks”

~ “I’m Loki, you may have heard of-” SLAP

~ “That was for New York”

~ “I like her”

~ *Loki gazing lovingly at Jane in the background*

~ “Betray him, and I’ll kill you.” “It’s good to see you too Sif”

~ “If you even think about betraying him-” “You’ll kill me? Evidently there will be a line”

~ “I thought you said you knew how to fly this thing.” “I said how hard can it be?”

~ “Whatever your doing brother I suggest you do it faster.” “Shut up Loki

~ “You must’ve missed something.” “I didn’t, I’m pressing every button on this thing”

~ “Well don’t hit it. Just press it, gently.” “I aM pReSsInG iT gEnTlY AND ITS NOT WORKING!!!”

~ *Thor starts slamming buttons and it starts working*

~ *Volstagg: Oh fighting is much fun- OH SHIT IM FALLING!! HELP!!!*

~ “I think you missed a column.” “Shut up”

~ “Why don’t you let me take over? I’m clearly the best pilot”

~ *Bitch I’m the one who can actually fly*

~ “Oh dear. Is she dead?”

~ *Thor knocks over a column* “Not a word”

~ “Now they’re following us”

~ “Now they’re firing at us”

~ “Yes thank you for the commentary Loki, it’s not at all distracting”

~ “Well done, you just decapitated your grandfather”

~ *Seriously, whoever wrote the escape scene is a genius!!!*

~ *Loki yelling at Thor about how thIs was a bad idea you dumb fuck- wait wtf are you doing AAAAHHHHH!!!!1*

~ “You lied to me. I’m impressed”

~ *That smile again snfnejaihfeqrqrsbdsalxdjewonjfeq*

~ “For Asgard!” YEET

~ “Nothing personal boys!”

~ “If it were easy, everyone would do it”

~ “Are you mad?” “Possibly”

~ “TADAAA”

~ “Oh yeah, my father. Eric Selvig”

~ “And these” “yeah… those”

~ “How did you find me?” “You were naked on television”

~ “I don’t get paid enough. I don’t get paid at all”

~ “What’s happening? Birds? Birds are happening?”

~ “All right are you ready?” “I am”

~ *phone rings* “It’s not me”

~ “Why are there so many shoes in here?”

~ “I’ll just text her”

~ “So who’s Richard?”

~ *Thor hanging his hammer on a coat hanger*

~ “Where are your pants?” “Oh he says it helps him think”

~ “Loki is dead” “Oh thank God!”

~ “Better get my pants”

~ “Do you even know what these things do?” “No” “…Neither do I”

~ “Ooh get the guy with the sword!”

~ “Oops”

~ *Ian’s high-pitched scream*

~ *Does car insurance cover My Car Was Sucked Into Another Planet Due To A Cosmic Event That Only Occurs Once Every 5000 Years or no?*

~ *Thor and Malekith fighting between worlds and poor little Mjolnir trying to keep up*

~ *The two of them against windows*

~ *AAAHHH*

~ *Awww! Look at the cute little Jotunheim monster! He’s so adorable I wanna pet him so much!’

~ *Darcy and Ian kissing after he saved her life*

~ “Darcy?” “Jane!” “Ian?” “Selvig.”

~ “Myuh Myuh!!”

~ *Thor ends up on the subway*

~ *The girl taking 50 photos*

~ *Thor and the woman colliding into eachother*

~ “I’ve come to accept your surrender”

~ *Malekith gets crushed by his own ship. Now that’s some lovely karma right there*

~ *Darcy and Ian go back to kissing*

~ “He kinda committed treason on our way out” oops

~ Jotunheim Puppy chasing birds

Wow I’m so sorry this was so long. But guess what? It’s gonna get even longer. Sorry, again.

So one of the differences between the first and second Thor movies is that Thor 2 has humor in the climax whereas Thor 1 doesn’t. This is because of the differences with who is the villain. In Thor 1, Thor is having to fight his brother. To quote Avengers, they “played together and fought together” for several millennia. Of course there’s not going to be any humor in it cause there shouldn’t be. The climax at the end of the movie isn’t supposed to be some epic battle between the forces of Good TM and Bad TM. It’s supposed to be tragic that he’s having to fight his own brother because Loki lost his mind due to so many factors. The last joke in the film is “You’re an amazon liar brother, always have been” “It’s good to have you back”. There’s nothing else till the end credit scene. That’s because Kenneth Branagh knew that this was supposed to be viewed at as being sad a hopeless, not some awesome upbeat battle.

Thor 2 on the other hand, is exactly that. Thor has known Malekith for.. what? 2 days? Maybe 3? His relationship and dynamic with Malekith is different than with his brother. To Thor, this is just another enemy attacking Asgard. And I’m not sure whether this was intentional or not (because I remember reading somewhere how Allen Taylor had a bitch of a time in the editing process so I think the movie came out different than he intended) but the lack of any personal relationship will Malekith means the film can make really funny jokes and still have it fit with the film. If anything, I might even argue that the humor helped the film to maintain a very nice positive vibe. Idk I can’t think of the right words to explain it but the jokes actually fit the film very well.

However, then we move on to Ragnarok. With Ragnarok, Thor is fighting his sister. While (just like Malekith) he has only known her for two days, that still doesn’t take away the fact that he is having to fight his sibling. And I’m not a film director but if I had the option of approaching this situation and taking it the Thor 1 route or the the Thor 2 route, I’d go with Thor 1. Because it’s actually incredibly tragic that Hela has been driven to insanity like Loki (though ok a different level) due to Odin’s shitty parenting. She is the horrible way she is because Odin made her that way. And that could’ve been an AMAZINGLY complex story with the audience feeling so much sympathy for Hela like we did with Loki in Thor 1, but the narrative just falls flat for two reasons. 1) Taika admitted he didn’t want the film to be emotionally complex so 2) The humor in the climax completely detracts from the seriousness of the situation.

Also, some side notes: Yes, this is edited from the original. I accidentally deleted everything and then had to go back and add everything back in. So I also had to re-tag people too. And I also added a bit more explanation at the end. I meant to do so when I originally posted but it never got done till now. Sry. Also sry that it’s so long

#dr badass jane foster #anti ragnarok #anti thor ragnarok #my meta #thor the dark world #thor 2 #thor #loki

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Since it is one of my favourite fics (as in the ‘you hate me’ scene has rooted itself like a boabab in my mind as one of the most hurt/comfort things I’ve ever read) I am going to ask for lore about ‘The Weeping Siren’/‘Blodig Skog’.

P.S. I really enjoyed the lore about Stygian.

OKAY. so this is like the FIFTH request I’ve gotten for the Weeping Siren. SO. I finally managed to pump this all out. IT took LITERALLY 3+ hours. @stars-and-darkness asked for this as well as long with several anons. 

If there is a scene I didn’t go over that you want me to, put the chapter number and the scene in my ask box and I’ll go over that as well.

Thank you for your interest <3 

Here we GO.

LORE FOR THE WEEPING SIREN <- link to story

VERY LONG LORE. 

The Weeping Siren has a Pinterest board , AND a Spotify playlist

the characterization of Sif and the Warriors at the beginning was based on a fic I read that I cannot find the name of, where the warriors were actively trying to gaslight Thor into thinking Loki a terrible person.

THIS FIC -- What the Woods Did Bring by GoodForBad -- and THIS FIC -- Over the Edge by j-mercuryuk -- were a HUGE basis for the plot of the Weeping Siren. I highly recommend reading them even if they're unfinished. FF.net has an app, my dears, and it is fantastic. No ads, you can download stories, and they keep a detailed history of every fic you read.

Yes, I am aware that the offical Norwegian translation of blood forest should be blodskog. Google translate told me bloody forest would be blodig skog, so that's kind of just what I went with.

Also the blodig skog means the bloody forest

originally Prince Tjan and his hearty crew were meant to be possessed by the Weeping Siren and take the Warriors and Loki to her. Things...didn't work out that way

This was the original first chapter outline, as you can see, it's VERY different from where the actual story started:  (highlighted where the fic starts now) 

font used for the story, finish date. I do not use Georgia anymore. You cannot convince me to upon pain of death, I hate it so much, lol.

total page count in Google docs: 195 (probably closer to 220 because of how weird Georgia is, discounting the bonus chapter from Frigga's POV)

actual date I finished it, without edits or the bonus chapter from Frigga's POV.

October 4th, 2019. 

CHAPTER ONE:

The story originally started with Prince Tjan arriving on Asgard. I hated it so much. I feel like I started this story in all the wrong places at least four or five times.

"Everyone knows that whatever blossoming romance between Loki and Princess Sigyn that had started when Alfheim came for its last peace treaty nearly a decade ago was squished when Loki smashed his fist into the High Princess's face for still undetermined reasons. Princess Sigyn, unlike the legendary patience she's famed for, had retaliated by tackling Loki to the floor."

^^^ I have no idea what this incident was.

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"Loki is barely of age now, getting him killed or captured by the whispered creature of Vanaheim's forests is something Sif thought a mother would actively try to avoid."

^^ not even two pages in and we're already heavy on the foreshadowing. Lol. I can't remember if this was intentional or not, but I imagine so.

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I've had a few people point out to me how this doesn't make sense that Frigga's hair is blonde. She dyed it to fit in with Asgardian culture better.

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Thor has social skills. Thor knows when to keep his mouth shut. thor is a prince. Thor can keep his thoughts to himself until he's in the company of his friends. THor has --

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Loki's opinions getting discarded or loudly talked over is a very common theme in this. Even by Thor.

CHAPTER TWO: 

“ Sif wakes up stiff and in a foul mood. “ -- I mean let’s be honest with ourselves, she’s kind of in a foul mood for half the fic. 

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“Exaggeration, Loki does sleep, but in all their time spent together, Sif has seen him do it very little. He seems to find the challenge of running off of as few hours as possible exhilarating. Maybe he thinks himself above such meager things, she doesn't know, doesn't care.“ 

^^^ for the duration of this fic, Loki has bad nightmares. It causes a lot of sleep deprivation. 

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OH MY GOSH WHY AM I USING SO MANY ITALICS. STOP. STOOOOOP. 

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“The table is chipped around one edge, as if someone took a hard swing at it, but the rest has obviously been scrubbed down hundreds of times.” 

^^direct reference to this scene in Elementary season 5, episode 10:

“...one of the legs was loose, but uh, I fixed [the table up]. Refinished it. You can hardly recognize it, can you?” 

“...in a seventy eight year old murder I was trying to solve.” 

someone beat someone else’s head in with a knife, leaving chip marks. 

If you guys are beginning to notice that Elementary is referenced a lot in my fics, you are right! I love this series so much. 

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“They aren't sitting together. Both their gazes are lifted up, hands still, and there's that gleam in their eyes that reminds her of last night. Sif realizes almost dully that it's not just Prince Tjan and his guard that carry that...thing about them.”

^^^ One thing that I never really found a place to explain and kind of disappeared half-way through the fic is that the Weeping Siren did enchantments on people. She would bend them to her will and this is why everyone seems out of it. She enchanted all of Ju into giving her what she wanted or looking the other way. Both of these people were parents of two of the missing children and they were enchanted to give their kids to the Weeping Siren. 

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“Well. That's good to know now. A warning before hand would have been better. She'd been half hoping that the curse was an exaggeration.“ 

Dude. I forgot how much Sif drives me absolutely bonkers. YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK FOR LOKI TO TELL YOU THE BLODIG SKOG HAS ILL EFFECTS. WHY DO YOU JUST EXPECT--

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This is literally 

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“ The food tastes hot, as it always does on Vanaheim, and she bites at her lip, quietly longing for Asgard's familiar spices “ 

^^^ I based Vanaheim’s food off of Mexico’s and Asgard’s off of England. So what Sif is tasting is Any Flavor At All. Actually, I based a lot of Asgard off of England because it is funny to me. 

The history of the nine realms can probably be described in this sentence: “Knock Knock, It’s Asgard.”

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I am pretty sure this was an accident that it doesn’t say “It takes almost ANOTHER full five minutes”, but I’m not going to fix that because it’s very funny. 

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^^^ THOR HAS POLITCAL SKILLS THOR HAS POLITCAL SKILLS THOR

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^^^ the Weeping Siren’s enchantments. She was actually whispering to them. 

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“ Scared that a Frost Giant will jump out and eat you?" One of the men in the guard asks, and Sif flicks her gaze up to find him in the crowd. No one sticks out. Her cheeks flush some anyway. “ 

^^^ Vanaheim and Asgard, I feel, have very similar political views on things given that Frigga is from Vanaheim. This includes their view about Jotuns. However, in the Blodig Skog when Loki is taken by his aunt and uncle, given that they grew up about the same time as Frigga, they know that Jotuns aren’t evil which is why they didn’t care. 

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“ The Blodig Skog let them go. She doesn't know how she knows that, only that she does, and it unsettles her. “ 

“It took them days to find those tunnels. Thor wandered for months with madmen. The forest let them go. There's no other explanation. That wasn't them. “ 

“Thor shrugs. “My mother’s unrivaled persistence. my father’s tracking spells? Perhaps the Blodig Skog wanted to let you go.” 

The Weeping Siren chpt 2,  The Blodig Skog chpt 2. The Weeping SIren chpt 8. 

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“ Loki hesitantly speaks up: "Prince Tjan, perhaps...we have had little success in our endeavours thus far to find the creature. I'm no stranger to sedir, if you would, perhaps, let me attempt a tracking spell, I could—"

Prince Tjan's drink smacks down on the tabletop, splashing mead over the rim. "Absolutely not! You'll get yourself killed like the other arrogant muttonheads who thought they could outdo the Blodig Skog's enchantments."

^^^ The reason they are so adamant against Loki using magic is, again, because they are enchanted by the Weeping Siren. She knows how effective using magic would be inside the Wood, so she does her best to not encourage that. If Loki had used a tracking spell to find the kids, he probably would have been successful. 

Of course there is the initial “the forest drives all the sedier-weilders mad” thing, which WAS A THING when I wrote the first one, it’s just that in THIS INSTANCE it was the weeping siren trying to scare Loki isn’t stopping. 

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“‘So did they!’ Prince Tjan counters angrily, ‘I know the woods.’“

^^^ I know the woods, is the Weeping Siren directly speaking here. not Tjan. Wow I did a horrible job explaining this, with retrospect. I mean, it did kinda vanish away, but Tjan was absolutely possessed by this point. 

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"This has nothing to do with showing off, cousin."

Sif's eyebrow lifts slightly. "Isn't it always with you?"

Thor kicks her foot under the table, and Loki glances at her. 

^^^ this is the only time Thor defends Loki in the story from the Warriors verbal attacks and that makes me sad. :/ 

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Captain Yan leans forward, resting his clasped hands on the tabletop. "Tell me Master Fandral, how much do you know about tracking spells?"

Fandral's lip twists, "About as much as the next person. Once you've started you can't stop looking for the thing, unable to rest, unable to eat, yada-yada. Supposed to be one of the most difficult spells to master and used sparingly. Why? No, wait...are you really suggesting that every seidrmaster you've sent in there you've lost because they actually found the Weeping Siren?"

"We couldn't keep up with them." Captain Yan's jaw tightens. "Yes. We lost them, Master Fandral. Found the bodies of three of the five."

The numbers seem off. Sif remembers Captain Yan mentioning this a few days ago, but didn't he say something else?

what he said earlier: ( "Yes," Captain Yan assures, "but we've lost three sedirmasters to the Blodig Skog and killed two others. )

^^^ 

Okay. So. “The Blodig Skog killed two others.” What happened to all the sedirweilders in the fic the Blodig Skog is what happened here. That wasn't’ something I made up on the go. 

Actually, Benar--he lost his protection spell and transformed into the dragon on accident. 

BUT. 

The REASON Loki knew that Yan and Tjan were lying about the sedirmasters is because guess what? TRACKING SPELLS DON’T ACTUALLY DO THIS. Loki knows that. The Weeping Siren knows this. THOR knows this. 

THIS is why Thor was so quick agree with Tjan in kicking Loki off of the quest later in the scene. Not because Thor was being an a-hole and didn’t believe Loki, but because he was trying to protect him. He didn’t know what was up. If it was Tjan or if it was Loki, or if it was both of them. He thought maybe the Blodig Skog was affecting Loki because of the enchantment, but wasn’t completely sure. 

He just wanted to keep Loki safe.

Loki didn’t know that, and assumed it was because Thor didn’t trust him. 

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Loki's head whips up to her, eyes heated. "Beg pardon?"

"You heard me perfectly." Sif promises, and then makes a disgusted noise as his expression doesn't flicker. Always so blank. How can he manage that for so long? Why does he?

^^ maybe, just a thought, because you torment him all the time for any other emotion? 

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The keeper of the inn goes pale, "Bar yourselves in the building! No one leaves until it's gone!"

the Weeping Siren YET AGAIN making it easier for her to kidnap the kid. Everyone stuffed inside one place? Super convenient. 

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Sif half expects Loki to free himself of the grip and move for the door—they don't have a lot of time—as Sif would have done, but Loki instead squats down in front of the woman and cups distressed mother's hand between both of his own. "Shh, woman, all will be well. We will find your daughter, I swear."

"Please," the woman gasps, "she's all I-I ha-have. Please."

"Dry your tears," Loki instructs, "Idrissa will be returned to you."

^^^

Despite all his frustrations and desire to strangle his party, Loki still takes the time to show this woman kindness. THIS is who Loki is, at his core. 

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The Weeping Siren grabs hold of the child's arm and the two vanish in a lure of blue-ish light.

^^^ I doubt any of you have noticed this, but I try to make a point to have magic colors line up with the infinity stones. If someone is doing mind magic its yellow, if they’re teleporting it’s blue, etc, etc. Just because I believe the Infinity Stones are a lot more important to MCU until Endgame. 

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Loki uses the clumsy response to someone hurting him right here (and all the time before this), when Loki says this to Sif in the Blodig Skog, she immediately knows someone did it to him and is unhappy. 

"Brother, what happened to your face?" Thor questions, tipping his sibling's head up so he can stare at the bruise. Sif feels nothing regarding it. Maybe she will later, but right now there's only an all consuming numbness. (Loki deserved it.) Her hand hurts.

"I tripped." Loki mumbles.

Thor sighs, "Loki. Will you ever learn proper footing? You're always falling or smashing into things."

(^^^Loki is not a clumsy person. 

This is from previous altercations with the Warriors, or their other peers, or even (on occasion) their parents. 

Thor thinks Loki is clumsy.) 

TWS chpt 2. 

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"He tripped, Lady Sif." One of the girls murmurs. "He's clumsy enough as it is without wet earth to help with that."

Loki digs his nails tighter. It's beginning to pinch skin, but the pain is a relief.

Sif doesn't laugh, but a few try for hesitant smiles that fall quickly. The warrior's back is so straight it looks nearly painful. Loki doesn't know whether to stop her, or watch. It's the strangest sensation to him to not have to defend himself.

TBS chpt 1

..

Also reminder Thor had no idea what was going on and would have destroyed them if he knew Sif just punched his brother: 

TBS chpt 6

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“ Loki's gaze lifts to Thor's face, a flicker of something she can't place washing over his features. “ 

^^ Loki wanted Thor to notice the bruise looked like a fist. 

He didn’t. 

CHAPTER THREE: 

"No." Prince Tjan doesn't bother to keep any irritation from his tone. "We're staying in the Blodig Skog from this point forward. That child is our biggest lead. We have an entirely new part of the forest to look at thanks to her. We can't waste time traveling to and from there anymore, we need to go deeper. Prepare your overnight packs, we leave in twenty minutes."

^^ The Weeping Siren decided that Loki was too much of a threat because he actually found her and has decided to kill him.

ALSO:

THIS CONVERSATION -- “ but I'd overheard my cousin and Captain Yan discussing a way to remove Loki." (chpt 9 thor to Sif) -- happened the previous night. 

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“Thor, and Loki enter the tavern. The two siblings look as if they've been awake for a long time, but Sif has her doubts about that.”

^^ 

Thor was up all night trying to figure out what to do about Tjan wanting to kill Loki. Loki was up all night trying not to have a panic attack. 

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“ Loki's face bares no signs of bruising, and Sif is both relieved and annoyed by that. “ 

^^ glamor. 

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“ Loki's single, brief attempt to use sedir to track the Weeping Siren fails because there's apparently "nothing to latch onto". “

^^ the weeping siren’s hovel blocks all magic except her’s. Like Wanda and Agatha’s ruins in WandaVision. This is why Loki couldn’t find her. 

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^^ the weeping siren needs consent in order to possess someone and their name. 

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“But, as Sif suspected, their rations don't last past the third day. Well, "past" is a little too strong of a word, they're out before the evening meal. Prince Tjan has them come to a stop much earlier than normal and explains that they need to hunt, but someone needs to set up camp while they're gone.

And, thus leaves herself, Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun, and Loki in the clearing with the camping supplies as Prince Tjan, his guard, and Thor find food for the next few days. She's less than elated with this set up, but holds her tongue when Hogun kicks the back of her foot.“

^^^ 

AS THIS WAS HAPPENING, SO WAS THIS: 

“"No." Thor shakes his head. "Just benching him permanently. All the distinct details are fuzzy now, but I wasn't happy with it. I confronted him in the woods, and he and his guard attacked me."

"But everyone...we saw the bodies. They weren't killed by Mjonlir or another weapon." Sif argues, "He couldn't have attacked you unless...you didn't fight back."

Thor smiles grimly. "I couldn't. The creature found us and bound me by her word. Tjan pierced me with a blade here," his fingers lift up to ghost over his chest. Over his heart. Or near it, anyway. Too close. "And I was too focused on that to do much else. When I awoke, only Prince Tjan and two others lived. The details of what happened to soldiers have yet to be discovered, and I can't remember anything. I took Prince Tjan and the other two as my captives and we wandered in the Blodig Skog for a month before finding Ju again."

AND THIS: 

“ His leg begins to throb dully. Likely from the sparring session earlier, but he can't help but feel like it's mocking him. Remember, remember, it taunts, lest you dare think about forgetting. No. Never forgetting. The sensation of the Weeping Siren's sedir slinking beneath his skin as he writhed and then her wild grin as she clenched her fist and he felt the bone explode— “ 

(tbs chpt 2) 

The Weeping Siren broke his leg so he couldn’t run away. She wanted Tjan to kill him. Thor was a little too stubborn for that. 

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Loki holds the older's stare for a long moment before his shoulders slump and he tugs his sibling's hand away from his mouth. "Fine. But come back."

Thor smirks patting Loki's shoulder. "When do I not?"

"You don't want me to answer that." Loki snips and takes a step back so Thor can mount his stallion.

This is the last time they see each other for 11 months. :/ And the funny thing about it is that IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A PARRAEL because LOKI is the one who doesn’t come back later, NOT thor. 

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^^^ This is where I started the story in the original draft. When i later planned out the fic, it got pushed back quite a bit. 

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"Who wants to play, children?" it whispers. Its voice is still the young females. "Oh, I do!"

You know how they always tell you to have the first line a character speaks be signifcant? Yeah. Well. 

“No one wants to die alone either." The Weeping Siren's voice has changed to a nasally old woman's, and it's louder. Closer. Norns. "But alas…"

chpt 3 vs chpt 7

“ Sif's mind flashes back to the kitchen, standing in front of the counter and looking at the height measurements. Yei and Holland. The Weeping Siren's children of the womb. It's not a story for your ears. Bile rises in her throat as the pieces click in a horrid succession. The bones stare back at her, innocent of her thoughts.”

The Weeping Siren’s children died alone after playing when their father came to kill them. 

CHAPTER FOUR: 

“ Her shoes are missing, leaving her toes to face the cold in only socks. Her armor is also gone, leaving her in the loose shirt and pants underneath. It's cold. Something is wrapped around her left ankle, and an experimental wiggle of the foot reveals the cold metal of a chain. “

People are less likely to try and run away from a captor when they don’t have shoes. 

ALSO yes, this is a direct reference to the Red Room and how they made the girls chain their wrists to the bed. 

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“ Sif's hands curl into fists. Her mouth opens without her consent, fully prepared for a rebuke, but Fandral beats her too it. "Hey!" his voice is hard. "Don't touch him!" “ 

None of the Warriors hate Loki. They tormented him, but after spending years and years with him, all of them grew fond in their own way. It just took something forcing them to swallow their egos for them to show it. 

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“ Loki is squatted in front of one of them, Idrissa, Sif recognizes after a moment.” 

Loki promised Idrissa’s mother that he’d find her. So he did. 

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"Loki, let me. You're exhausted." Sif says and reaches up for the child, but Loki's grip tightens.

"And you were vomiting blood." His tone is acidic, "I'm capable of doing something without your help, my lady." 

...

“ "Don't—" Sif starts and stops because correction doesn't matter. Loki is crying in pain. The Weeping Siren is making him cry because of pain. "What on the Nine do you think you're doing!?" “

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“Sif snorts with disbelief, but clenches her fists. "You'll kill him. You are killing him. Aetheitin isn't meant for long term use, everyone knows that. You're going to kill him, and I won't let you do that. He's my prince...”

^^^ Again, the Warriors don’t hate Loki. 

Loki doesn’t know that. 

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It's barely past midday on day six since their capture when a loud clap of thunder ripples through the air. Sif pauses the knife she's been sawing back and forth across several stalks of wheat to look up at the sky and scowl.

^^^ Yes. This was Thor. This is when Thor found their abandoned camp and realized they were gone. He was panicking. 

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"Let me take it." Loki interrupts, and the room goes quiet. Sif lifts her wide eyes from her shield-brother to Loki, wondering if she heard that right. "Let me take it," Loki repeats, voice filled with more conviction. "Allow him the rest, and I will take whatever is needed so he can."

^^ the punishment was hallucinatory drugs. When they came off the high, which was intended to be torment, the Weeping Siren would help them feel better, thus creating a sort of dependency on her comfort. That is why they would start calling her mother afterwards. She wouldn’t let them sleep or eat, just take the drug and work. The only comfort they received was hers. 

The well in TBS never existed. It was a hallucination on Loki’s part because he’s terrified of heights and suffocation. 

("I can't." Loki repeats, stuffing his fingers into the crooks of his arms. "Mother will be cross with me.") 

^^^ drug tracks

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But how could Loki not be used to hugs? Sif doesn't know Queen Frigga awfully well, but she seems like the affectionate type. The one that would give out hugs often. Thor never stiffens when Sif draws him in for an embrace, and Loki never flinches away from Thor's frequent shoulder touches or pats on the back, so it's not like they've been touch starved by their parents.

...

Loki shrugs, sighing deeply and squeezes his eyes shut. "Don' know why you care so much. It's not...appropriate for the royal family to show physical affection to each other in public—Thor should know better, but he doesn't care, I think—and I rarely see my parents in private since I've gotten older. I have to make an audience to see my father privately, and Mother only has a few spare minutes at a time for talking. It's not a problem. Used to bother me. Doesn't now."

...

^Loki and Thor were, in my opinion, severely isolated as children. With how busy Frigga and Odin were running a realm, it’s more likely that they raised each other with their parents hovering figureheads that orbited them. I don’t think either of them had a very strong relationship with them. At least, not a proper parent-child relationship. more like a distant friend.  

 Loki has had few friends in his lifetime and Thor has been the only constant. Thor is the only person who touches Loki frequently, beyond an occasional embrace from his mother. 

Loki doesn’t get hugged. 

(It is my firm headcanon that the hug Loki got from Frigga after he killed Laufey was the first hug he got in years) 

HENCE: 

“ Alwa's saying nast'y things." Loki shakes his head, hair sticking to the sides of his face. "It hurts. You don't even like me, and I used to tr' really, really hard to mak' all of y'u, 'cause I don' know...how to have friends, but you always…it okay, I know it's my fault. Somethin' wrong with me, not you." “

CHAPTER 5: 

"Alright, enough." The words seem to have been wrung from the Snake Prince, "You've done nothing but stare at me all day like I gave a swift kick to your favorite pet, so will you please explain what I've done wrong this time?"

^^ Loki really doesnt’ think anyone likes him unless they’re forced to, and even that he knows is an act. 

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"No. Shut up." Loki demands, "Because I shouldn't have had to. My silence should have had no effect on whether or not you would refrain from trying to treat me decently. Was your social status so important to you that you would completely disregard the fact that I—" Loki releases a heavy breath, cutting himself off mid sentence.

TWS chpt 5 vs TBS chpt 6 

What!? Thor feels incredulous. "It does. I would never have let them hurt you if I knew!"

That draws out the startled, vindictive laughter. His brother takes a wobbly step forward, tears still falling. "I shouldn't," his brother presses out, "have to have told you. We've spent thousands of hours with them. Weeks at a time. But you didn't see, because you're never looking at me! Do you really think that they're the only ones to mock my titles?...”

You should never have to ask someone to treat you with basic human decency. And yet. 

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Sif grabs on his arm and yanks. The searing heat makes her vision dark around the edges and the only think she can focus on is the cold knives of his words digging into her chest. Loki flinches and his hands raised to block off his face. She barely hears the words by how low they're muttered. "At least I never hit you."

^^^ 

The thoughts Sif never voiced but definitely felt right here: 

Oh yeah. You are a human. You are not some overlord meant to torment me. You are a human and you have a life outside of me and you are a human. 

And i hurt you anyway. On purpose. For no reason. 

I did that. 

You didn’t force me to. I chose to. 

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They've been here for...for a while when the Weeping Siren drops into the cellar one morning with a rucksack swung over one shoulder. She drops something heavy on the ground and it lands with a loud thunk before she smiles happily. "Dearests, Mother has an errand she must take care of. I'll return in a few days. Remain here."

...

Thor's head tilts at that, curious. How? She was mad. "What do you mean?"

Benar's fingers smack impatiently on the book. "I mean that she spent a good majority of our lives keeping me from this ritual. She guarded the direct entrance to the tunnels, keeping the Xīn Zhī Chí from me. Now, now I can finally end the Blodig Skog without her making constant efforts to cease any progress."

So that's where they are, then. The tunnels beneath the Blodig Skog.

TWS chpt 6 vs TBS chpt 10

Part of this errand was to stop Benar from entering the caves. 

CHAPTER SEVEN: 

“It starts—and it ends—with soup.“ 

as all good things do. 

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"Today we celebrate the sixth year since I began to collect my family." The Weeping Siren announces and sits down in front of them, a glass in hand. Sif suspects it isn't full of anything stronger than acidic water, but she raises it like it's fine wine. "A toast. To our happiness proceeding onwards for many more years."

^^^

this is the day her children died. In her grief she got extremely drunk and rationalized taking Li home with her. Li was hurt and she intended to take him to a healer. 

She didn’t. 

This is why Li ( "This is my family." Li says in a hushed voice, "I don't know...I don't know how to live anywhere else. How can we leave Mother? I don't...I'm afraid, Sif, please.") doesn’t feel like he has anything else. 

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“Sif glances towards Loki's leg and inhales stiffly, swearing again. Norns, that's so much worse than she thought it was. The leg is deformed enough that Sif has her doubts bone isn't sticking out beneath the fabric. There's dried blood making the black fabric strangely reflective and flaky. She bites back bile and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to reassure herself that she's seen worse on the battlefield before.”

Thor broke his leg. Loki broke his. This is supposed to parallel each other. 

---

“She...was just stabbed.

Oh.

That's really not ideal.”

I AM WHEEZING. WHAT ON EARTH? 

---

“When they were claimed. (Is his hair shorter? He's favoring one leg, or is she imagining that?)”

^^^

First look at Thor’s permanent leg injury. 

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CHAPTER EIGHT: 

“Loki, brother of Thor.” 

Loki’s importance is rooted in her mind now. 

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“Systra makes a clicking noise and sweeps her gaze up and down Sif, eyes tightening at the edges. "Come with me." She commands. A few months ago, Sif would have refused and stormed off, indignant. Now she only feels a heavy apprehension and follows after her older sister. Systra stops first to drop her bag off in her room and then leads Sif out of the house. She sits down on a bench hidden in the small corner of the property and Sif recognizes it from when they were little and closer.

Before Systra left.”

^^^ 

This was never explained explicitly in the text, but one of the HUGE reasons that Sif hated Loki was because of jealously. Her relationship with Systra is terrible and she wanted someone like Thor to protect her as she was struggling to become a Einherjar, but Systra didn’t care. Systra left her on her own to deal with the bullying and the tormenting because she thought Sif was being stupid.

Sif wanted a Thor for a sibling, so she got jealous that Loki did and it eventually turned into hatred. 

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^^^ 

this argument is based off of the one Isabella and Jade have in Isabella dances into the spotlight, A fantastic movie filled with family drama despite being made for kids. XD I love it so much. 

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Weeping siren. 

LINK TO STORY <--

#the weeping siren #the weeping siren fanfic #my fics #writing lore #answered

[gideongrace]

Talking amongst ourselves - fanfic writer interviews: @ihni

(Originally, these interviews were done more conversationally, but this interview is a LONG one! So I edited it down for tumblr. You can read the whole unedited, uncut interview over on a03! There are pictures involved. :)

Please say your first name, your age, your pronouns, the fandoms you write for and provide a link to your a03. You can also mention your sexual orientation or other details, if you'd like.

 Ihni:

My real name is Moa, but I go by Ihni online. On AO3, I have an account under Ihni (https://archiveofourown.org/users/Ihni) but that's for rhymes (and doodles). I only wrote rhymes/poetry for a long time, and when I started writing fic, I wanted to put that under another pen name. I was NOT comfortable writing stories for YEARS. Now, though, I don't care. So, I write fics under the pen name Thei (https://archiveofourown.org/users/thei/).

It's all Stranger Things, these days. Harringrove (because I love the fandom and I like the two of them interacting) and Billy-centric (because I love his character, SO MUCH).

I am ace and aro, so my fics tend to not contain any sex (I have ALLUDED to it a couple of times, but that's basically as far as I go). I am also just as happy to write fics without any romantic or sexual relationships at all. Billy and Steve can be buddies only, as far as I'm concerned.

How do you feel about being aroace when so much of fanfic is all about romance and sex?

Ihni:

I live by the tried and tested rule of "don't like, don't read". 

There is a lot of romance in our fandom, for sure. But it's not like it's lovey-dovey IN OUR FACE romance, you know? 97% of Harringrove fics are two dumb boys who are bad at communication and who can't deal with Feelings. And I fucking live for that! Also, even the lovey-dovey fluffy romance stuff is cute, when it's them. I may not want a relationship for myself, but I don't mind at all if the boys are in one! (If they want it, they deserve it <3)

And as for sex ... well. I can read about sex, if it's well written or if it furthers the plot. If it's too graphic, I tend to scroll past it though, or just skim through it. It doesn't... give me a lot? I guess. Like, it's not like I read "smut" in the tags and go "oooh I have to read this!" - rather the opposite, in fact. I can read it, but it's not something I actively look for, and when I stumble upon it, I don't always read all of it. If I know the writer, I'll probably read through it to honor their work, though.

I just won't ever leave a "omg that was so hot!" comment! XD If someone expects that from me, they'll be disappointed (and I'm constantly terrified of disappointing or offending people for NOT commenting on their smut).

Basically, I am the master of my own fandom experience, and if something makes me uncomfortable I will keep away from it. Simple as that.

More people should live by that rule.

What's your writing process like?

 Ihni:

Uuuuuuuugh.

That's an interpretation of my writing process.

No, but.

I usually get SUPER INSPIRED to write a specific scene, or concept... and THAT part goes well, but then I have to build a STORY around it, and that takes SUCH A LONG TIME and SO MUCH EFFORT!

And also, usually, it gets out of hand.

I usually have to force myself to get the words in, honestly. And also, I get real tired of what I'm writing, real fast. So I have to force myself to finish (I have a few WIPs that are more than a year in the making...) before moving on to other things. (And I usually write the other things inbetween, anyway.)

I get easily distracted, when I write. Like, actually sitting down and writing takes an hour and a half. Then I MIGHT write for like twenty minutes, lol.

Cold Turkey Writer was a godsend XD.

If I have internet on while I'm writing, not a lot will be written, let's just ... let's just say that.

How do you edit?

Ihni:

HAHAHAHAHAHAA

Erm.

Well.

Sometimes, I read through it once, and change a few things, and let that be it.

In a couple of cases, for the longer ones, I have actually made an effort to read through it more than once. (The problem being that by then, I'm so sick of it that I will skim through it just to get it over with.)

A couple of times, a friend has read through it for me, and given me pointers. Which is VERY HELPFUL! But they've offered to do it for me, I would never ask it of someone.

And about the editing process ... I check for spelling mistakes, or when something sounds wrong, or looks wrong ... and then I fix it, so it looks and sounds better in my head. I don't know. That's editing, right?

What fanfic authors do you admire?

Ihni:

In the Harringrove fandom, I have to mention LEMONLOVELY, because I'm in love with the way she writes Billy, and the way she's shaping her fics as she goes, and the way her attention to detail brings a whole mood (I am OBSESSED with her "Words Left Unsaid" fic, and am probably that fic's biggest fan).

LYMRICKS, because fucking hell, they sure can write a fic that draws you in. There's something about long sentences in combination with short sentences that really makes them easy to read, and the language is like a punch to the gut, at times.

CALLIEB, because I love their stories and I'm currently following "Second Thoughts" and I love how they write everyone like ... like they're holding their breath, waiting for something.

And I'm not even gonna mention any others by name because I'm terrible with names and I'm bound to forget someone and I'm just, I don't want to do that. Our fandom is full of talented writers, and I just. If I've commented on your fic, I read through all of it and I liked it. If I haven't - well, I HAVE been writing more lately = less time to read, and I have like 100 fic tabs open on all of my devices ... I hope to get there, some time!

In other fandoms, let me mention PeaceHeather (for how they write Loki and that world), aloneintherain (such good whump!), isaDanCurtisproduction (the absolute best Spideypool!) and gaelicspirit (who writes lovely angsty whumpy Musketeers fics). Like. Just to mention 0.01%, or something.

I don't think any of them, particularly, have impacted my style - because I don't HAVE a style - but I soak up every word of every fanfic I ever read, and if one sentence is a particularly pretty string of words, I will copy & paste it into a word document that is now 170 pages long, or screenshot it to keep it forever. ❤️

Words. <3

What's your favorite story of yours?

What's your least favorite story of yours?

What's your favorite line you've ever written?

Ihni:

Like, in what SENSE? Even though I know my writing isn't up to par, they're still my babies. Still my creations. I love them in different ways! Like. I love "Coming Back" because it was the longest I had written back then, and it's probably the one I am most pleased about, writing-wise, and it's also the one I went through and edited the most. So it feels like the one I worked the most on.

I love "Toy Soldiers" because it was a totally self-indulgent piece of writing that I wrote for the joy of it, and because I wanted to read it and no one else was about to write it for me.

I love "About Apologies" because something about it pleases me, it was an experiment that didn't fail, and I like it more and more with time.

I love "Less of a mistake, more of a miscalculation" because I had fun while writing it, and it turned out kind of like I wanted it to, plot-wise.

I love "Actions and reactions", because I had no idea what I was doing back then, but I still did it, and somehow it got long and I still don't know how that happened.

And I realise that this makes me sound a little self-centered, but I worked hard on them. I love them, even if they're my ugly and imperfect babies. And even if I cringe if I re-read certain parts XD

I guess my least favorite story of mine (and I'm guessing we're talking Stranger Things things here?) is "Not unusual" because a) I never re-read it and b) it was the start of something that I have to actually FINISH at some point and ugh, that was not the original plan. If we're talking least favorite stories in all fandoms, then definitely "In which there are mistakes made", which was a Teen Wolf fic, and the reason why I don't do WIPs anymore. The last chapter was written simply to fucking END it, and ugh, I hate it.

The favorite line I've ever written ...? I don't know. Are we talking in fic? Because I write my best stuff in comments, honestly. :p I don't think I have an answer for that one, actually. Sorry :S

What part of writing is easiest for you?

What part of writing is hardest for you?

 Ihni:

Easiest? Dialogue. I like dialogue. Like, as a non-English speaker I can at least imagine a plausible exchange of words, and banter, and make it sound somewhat realistic, I imagine.

Hardest? The rest. Like, some people are just fucking WIZARDS with words, can write these long descriptive sentences that perfectly sets the mood for when a character gracefully moves across the room ... whereas I am just, "He stood up and walked over. End of fucking story."

What do you do when you're struggling for inspiration?

Ihni:

Give up?

Or do something else.

Or go and read. (That's basically the same as giving up.)

Or, if I'm still writing, I go to another part of the story and write THAT, and hope that I'll feel like connecting the two pieces, later.

Inspiration is a bitch.

Who introduced you to fandom and when?

Ihni:

Oh god. I am old. I don't remember. 

I started writing stories when I was real young, and I was always reading something. I started writing stories with my friends when I was a teenager. Then we discovered the internet (yes, this was around the time when we got internet access in school and at home, told you I was old!) and when doing that, I guess we found more like-minded people.

Fanfics ... weren't an organized thing, back then. But I've been reading them, and been in fandoms, ever since I discovered that there were people online who liked the same things that I liked.

I would say, actively, from maybe around 19-20 years old? Like, that was ACTIVE fandom-ing.

What is your advice to fellow writers?

How often do you jump between fandoms?

How long have you been writing?

Ihni:

As a WRITER, I am not the best person to give advice to writers, I think. I'd rather TAKE advice than give it, at this point.

As a READER, my advice is to WRITE, WRITE, WRITE, because you are doing a good thing and you are creating a version of a world that is yours, versions of characters that you can shape into anything, and SOMEONE out there will love you for it (probably me).

I jump between fandoms ... hmm, as a WRITER? Seldom. Billy's my jam and I'm not moving.

As a READER? All the time. I mean, I'm pretty deep into Harringrove and Billy and Stranger Things, but sometimes I need something light-hearted, and then I go back to some of my basic fandoms, and read something else. I will never run out of things to read. 

❤️

And how long have I been writing? FOREVER. I wrote when I was young, and thought I was going to be an author (wrote in Swedish, back then). Then I wrote when I was a teen, for fun. Then I stopped writing. Then I started writing rhymes, in English, because it was a craft I could do and train in, and it was short pieces. And only in recent years (very recent), have I started writing fics. And now, I write long-ass fics in English, so I guess I have at least come a long way!

Why do you write?

Ihni:

...

I just sat and stared at the screen for a good ten seconds.

I'd say that it differs.

Sometimes, I write because I want to READ something and no one has written it (or is going to).

Sometimes, I write because I want a very specific thing or feeling, and it doesn't exist yet.

Sometimes, I write because I am inspired.

Sometimes, I write because I want to.

Sometimes, I write because of a deadline.

Sometimes, I write because there's something in my head that Won't Leave Me The Fuck Alone until I get it out.

Sometimes, I write for fun.

Sometimes, I write because I want to hurt.

Sometimes, I write because I need to.

Sometimes, I write because I want to become better at it; learn; reach towards the writers whose work I love.

And sometimes, I just sit and stare at a document, don't write a single fucking word, and go watch a movie instead.

#talkingamongstourselves #ihni

[lov3nerdstuff]

Dark Stars {Part 5}

*Loki x OFC*

Part: 5/10

Words: 5.6k

Warnings: violence, injuries 

Summary: ~Loki could just let her die here and now. His problems would be solved and he could go back to his usual ways. But then he would forever be left with an unsolved mystery and he hated the prospect of that even more than the fear of what would happen if she lived.~

A story of what happens when Loki stumbles upon someone who is like him in every way. Only better. Oh, and they just happen save Asgard too.

A.N.: MERRY CHRISTMAS to everyone who celebrates it, and happy times in general to absolutely everyone else 💗 To celebrate over 1000 people following me (how insane is that?!), I decided to share the newly edited version of the very first Loki fanfiction I ever wrote! Enjoy the mischief 💚

All Parts can be found on my Masterlist!

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Ivy remained standing exactly where she was, closing her eyes for a short moment, as she tried to breathe away the feelings that wanted to surface so badly. Who was she kidding, it had been too nice to be true. She had promised herself to not let anyone ever get close to her again. And out of all people who could possibly have broken down her walls, it of course had to be the only person in all the nine realms who was about just as broken and complicated as herself.

To hel with Loki... Ivy didn't even really know him, really! He and her had been in this mess for roughly a day and she was already this desperate for his affection. And here she was, calling HIM a loser…

It was stupid to get all upset about it now, and Ivy rolled her eyes at herself.

Only a few hours back they had been at each other's throats and he had been a total jerk… a rather charming jerk to be honest, but a jerk nonetheless. The teasing had been fun and games and all, but it didn't give her silly mind the right to hold her own expectations against him now. Ivy sighed to herself and chewed on her bottom lip, lost in thought as she still hadn't moved an inch. Why had he even gone with her in the first place, if he wanted to distance himself? Not to mention the dancing… the warming-up had been her own idea, admittedly, but the rest had been Loki's doing. Ivy could still feel his hand on her back as if it had left a lingering, burning print, a scorching mark of the first appreciated touch after years...

She should go looking for him, at least… or he might just get his godly ass locked into prison again. As soon as she had made up her mind, she walked out of her hideout and into the nightly forest at last.

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Once Loki had left the opening and found himself in the solemn company of swaying trees, he already missed her warmth. And her endless babbling. And her eyes. And her enchanting mind.

He frowned at himself in equal frustration and anger. Why had he allowed her get this close to him? She had gotten deep under his skin, and he hadn't been able to do a single thing about it, really. Surely she would only hurt him, eventually… or worse: he would end up hurting her. If he was being honest with himself, he feared the latter even more. For despite his love for messing with people, he just couldn't let himself be the reason for her doom. For once in his life he couldn't be selfish. For once, he would put someone else's well-being over his own, even if it was hurting him.

He would spare her the pain of finding out that he had been right all along: he was not a nice man. He was despicable, dangerous and mischievous and utterly broken. Thoroughly messed up. And honestly, she deserved so much better than the turmoil that was loving Loki.

Surely she hadn't become too attached to him after only a day, and he hadn't given her all that many reasons to like him after all. Surely, his leaving wouldn't hurt her.

But Loki would miss her indeed. Terribly so, even, and it annoyed and pained him equally. So he went to the only place he knew where she wouldn't dare to follow, unless she was completely and hopelessly stupid. Maybe, he just a little bit hoped that she was.

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Ivy stood in utter darkness, in silence but for the soughing trees, thinking... Loki was a smart man, beyond smart actually, so he would certainly not go back to the palace. On the other hand, he wouldn't go to a place where she could easily follow him to... That left one certain place, out of the likely choices, which popped into her head immediately and she rolled her eyes. That genius idiot…

She made a mental note to never tell him of something that bothered her ever again, and to simply keep her fears to herself. Though now… she had a plan where to go, and she had a plan on how to find him.

Once she had made her mind up, it didn't take her much to bring herself into the city, and even less to change her shape into that of a (by common standards) 'normal' woman. Long blonde hair, tall, thin, large blue eyes and pouty lips. In her opinion she looked stupid, like this was the most ridiculous of disguises her subconscious could've come up with, but the hungry glances she was already getting proved her wrong in that. Once she had made sure her disguise wouldn't indeed attract any attention, she went on to finding Loki. Knowing him even to the slightest, or rather knowing that he was uncomfortably much like herself, Ivy was led to assume the worst.

Thus, she walked around the city for a while, trying to find the busiest, most crowded place around. On her way through the streets, she still felt highly exposed, despite her desperate attempt to fit in. Almost every male she came across stared at her like a predator would ogle its prey… it made her stomach drop in disgust. Some women did stare oo, actually, but Ivy didn't discriminate, she simply despised all of them, regardless of their gender or status. Some people even whistled after her or shouted rude comments… It was as if the entire city had made it their mission to make her as miserable as she could be.

Ivy concentrated on the task at hand though. She was sure that Loki would've changed his appearance as well, and she was just as sure that he would be one of the very few people who didn't try to undress her with his eyes. The thought made her skin tingle.

Yet, at the present moment, she rather hated him for putting her through this… which actually he hadn't, for she had decided for herself to run after him like a lovesick teenager, but Ivy was mad at him nonetheless.

Following him seemed rather stupid now, given her circumstances, but she was still determined to find him and… what, apologize? Snap at him? She would have to find out once she actually found him.

Geez, that stupid idiot would be the end of her... and yet, for some unfathomable reason, she felt the dire need to save him. Not from the people in the city, or the guards, or even the allfather, for he was perfectly capable of doing all that himself. No, Ivy felt the need to save him from himself.

She finally reached a hopelessly crowded bar that was bursting with people inside out, and they were just everywhere, staring at her while she squeezed her way through the crowd towards the counter.

"Hello there, beautiful…" A tall blonde man cooed. "Wanna have some fun? You sure look like it." Then he pulled her against his chest with a start, and rather unceremoniously started groping at her butt. Ivy pushed him away in utter disgust and immediately moved to hide in the crowd, only to find herself in the arms of yet another smirking man who moved to grab her hand to pull her closer. Dear gods, had everyone suddenly gone insane?!

After threatening a few more people with a dagger once they came too close to her, Ivy finally reached a corner of the bar where she could stand with her back to the wall while having a look around the place. There were so impossibly many people… dancing and drinking and singing and eating and she hated every bit of it. They made her nervous, and almost dangerously tense.

How ridiculous… She could have fought all of them at once, easily eliminating the problem of too many people, but being here with the aim of NOT causing a fight made her feel sick to the stomach with anxiety. She would oh so gladly just kill anyone who had dared to touch her, but that would likely draw too much attention towards herself, and very likely end with her getting arrested again. Thus, with a defeated sigh, she sat down behind the bar and just went ahead to pour herself a drink, downing all of it in one go, hoping it would help numb her frayed nerves. But even after the fourth drink, she still felt on edge.

It wasn't so much the people who made her nervous, but rather the thought of what she might do to them if she wasn't careful. If she would just let her darkness surface for one second, allow it to take control over her, she would be doomed and everybody in the room along with her. And with all those annoying, disgusting creatures nagging at her self-control, she came dangerously close to losing the fight against herself.

Once more a man came sauntering towards her, looking over the counter and licking his lips in a very distasteful way. And once more it made her sick to the stomach. Thus, ignoring the man who was luckily held at a distance by the furniture, she downed another drink before she made her way back into the crowd at last, feeling all the hands on her, the elbows to her ribs, the feet kicking her... A deep frown fell onto her face as her heart began beating too quickly, and she let out a shivering breath in a vain attempt to keep her composure, as she shoved and staggered her way back towards the exit. The pain of holding herself together, of repressing the dark was almost unbearable now.

Escaping the crowd took forever, the door seemed miles away, and she was shoved around like a flag in the storm, a ship on the rough sea, until she was finally close to the exit. It had been a terrible idea, exposing herself to the crowds like that… Her heart was racing like it would explode any minute now, and she felt her chest aching like she wouldn't live to see another day. Her breathing became more ragged and steadily faster, her vision more blurry until she could hardly see the world but in a swirling storm of colors. And while small beads of sweat covered her skin as did goosebumps, she felt too hot and yet too cold at the very same time.

"How much for a night with you?" A short and chubby man murmured into her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind all of a sudden. That was when Ivy finally lost it.

She closed her eyes and her entire being stilled for a few seconds, frozen in place and time, and only then a loud crack followed by a pained scream made the room fall silent. Both came from the man who had been holding onto Ivy's waist.

He let go of her immediately as he still screamed, holding his broken arm with his other hand before that arm cracked as well, causing him to drop to his knees in agony. All eyes fell on Ivy as she stood her ground in front of the man, motionless, expressionless. His arms hung limply at his sides, twisted and shattered, and he finally succumbed to pain and fell weeping onto the dirty floor. Then another scream cut through the silence, and another and another, as slowly one by one the people who had groped at her dropped down and wreathered on the ground. The lights flickered and the went out at last... bottles filled with various liquids exploded into a million shards, liquids forming dark pools all around, and some people started screaming in fear. And then the crowds began to move, screams echoing through the room and turning the previously happy, lively place into a scary symphony of carefully orchestrated screams. The walls of the bar slowly started to crack, stones crashing under their own weight and threatening to collapse and burry everyone beneath tons of massive brick.

People started pushing each other around, blindly rushing to the exits in mindless panic. More and more people dropped to the ground with broken limbs while others simply went stiff, lifeless in their run and tumbled down among the living.

Ivy for her part stood completely still and smiled, as if enjoying the omnipresent agony of everyone around her. Then however she was knocked to the ground by the panicked masses and hit her head on the floor, suddenly brought back into reality by the hard impact.

And only once she realized what had happened, what she had done, it came rushing onto her like she was struck by lightning… the unbearable pain and the graveness of her actions made her stomach drop at first, then she felt sick beyond measure. She struggled to her feet and let the masses drag her along to the exit, until she was finally free from the crowd, stumbling into the chilly night. It didn't make her feel any better nor calmer, only much colder, and thus she stumbled on and on and on, until she reached a dark and tiny alleyway and let herself sink down in a dark corner, allowing her form to change back into her normal self once more. There was no energy left within her being to uphold any form of pretense. Her breathing was still hysterical and she gagged a couple times when no air seemed to reach to her lungs despite any effort. Her chest, her heart, everything was in pain and she just felt too unbearably hot. Evey nerve of her body was on fire, scorching and frayed, yearning for release from this misery.

Meanwhile her mind jumped from the darkest place to an even darker one and another, a thousand thoughts per second, but she wasn't able to grasp any of them. A rush of pictures, a tightening of space and time forced to squeeze into a reality too narrow for comprehension. In a desperate attempt to calm herself down, she hugged her knees to her chest so tightly it hurt her bruised body even more, rocking forwards and backwards as she wept in silence. Her eyes were fixed on the opposed brick wall as she waited for this broken moment to pass, hoping it was nothing but a bad dream.

It wasn't like she didn't know what was happening to her body, didn't know what she had done… but she was merely unable to do anything about it, once it had started, once it had taken a hold of her. Nothing but waiting for it to pass.

That's why she did actually notice distant footsteps coming closer to her, rapidly closer, but still found herself unable to really care at the moment. Anyone could've come and done whatever they pleased to her, arrest her or beat her up maybe, or kill her in seek for revenge... she wouldn't have been able to do much about it. She only sat on the ground, staring wide eyed at the wall as her body had gone numb but for the pain. Then, suddenly and out of the cold nothingness, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her small body and she was pulled closely against a chilled, muscled frame. "It's alright…"

Loki… Ivy wasn't yet able to smile nor cry at the realization, but she did let herself fall against him, and tried to control her breathing for now. In his embrace, her body slowly stopped trembling and her breathing evened out after a long while.

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Of course Loki had been there from the very first moment Ivy had set foot into the city, he had seen what had happened back at the bar and honestly, he still hadn't fully processed it. He had never seen anything of the sort happening outside of war, and he surely hadn't expected to face it tonight.

Just when he had been about to reach out to her back at the bar, the masses had pulled him away like a river grabbing onto a fallen lief and carrying it with all the force of nature. He had lost sight of her in the crowd almost immediately, and had started looking for her nonetheless, running through the streets until he finally found her heavily shaking and barely breathing in that dark alleyway. At least for now, he ignored whether or not he was good for her, because right now, she needed him. And he would be there.

So he held her shaking form in his arms, hugging her tightly to his chest while they both waited for her to calm down into a less… lethal state.

He wanted to shout at her, for how stupid she had been for coming here… for how utterly, completely stupid she was for running after him. And for how sorry he was for believing she wouldn't.

But that could wait, until they were somewhere safe again. Or maybe even until he forgot about it. And definitely until she would be fine again.

"Loki..." Ivy breathed, after what seemed like hours of silence broken by heavy breaths.

"I'm here." His voice was quiet, yet soothing and soft as he had never heard himself speak. "I'm not leaving you."

Her shivering had stopped, and her breathing was almost back to a normal rate, but she still clung onto him for dear life. "I hate you." She whispered, and her voice broke without her consent.

"I know…" He said in the same sad voice. "I'm sorry."

"That doesn't nearly suffice. You are the single most stupid man in existence."

"I know."

"And I hate you."

"I know."

"Why did you just leave like that? I mean, I know, I have pushed you too far with the dancing and the sort, and you are obviously free to do whatever you please, but you did you have to run off like that? Without a word?" Her voice didn't reflect any anger, and yet he could tell that she had been hurt by his actions. And he actually cared, for once, that he had hurt someone.

"I thought it was the best I could do for both our sakes." He answered honestly.

"Well it was fucking stupid, and if you ever do stupid shit like that again I will kick your ass into chaos. Or Hel." She said and pulled away from him just enough to look at his face. He smirked slightly at her rather harsh choice of words, but otherwise he looked quite as shaken as she felt.

"I will not walk off without a word again…" He said with a sincere expression on his face, helping Ivy up to her feet. "But I have to ask… what happened back there?"

Ivy sighed and looked to the ground in what looked like both shame and sadness. "I don't want to talk about it."

"But… That was just incredible, I mean I have never seen anyone doing anything quite like this." Loki frowned, his voice a mix of astonishment and worry.

"Please, Loki… Just let it go." Ivy begged, and when she gazed back at his face, her eyes were reddened and filled with slightest glimmer of unshed tears. Loki nodded without another word, looking away, unable to bear the sadness this sight of her eyes inflicted in him.

He brought them back to the hidden opening in the forest a short moment later, and quietly let Ivy lead the way through the boulder. The sun had started to rise, but it was still rather dark around the little opening. Once they took place on Ivy's blanket camp, she sighed tiredly and laid on her back, facing the fading stars with a very much torn expression. Loki followed her example, crossing his arms under his head.

He didn't regret coming back here, nor coming back to Ivy. He had been foolish to believe that he could leave and forget, and to expect the very same of her. Life didn't work like that, and maybe he would have known that if he hadn't cared for solemnly his own sake for the last millenia or so.

"Loki?" She asked quietly, yet not looking at him. Likely to hide an expression of the kind she had tried to keep from him before.

"Yes?" He was still not sure whether he should allow himself to feel what he did, for her, but he knew now for sure that whether or not his feelings deserved a title, they were already changing him and his behavior. But was that so bad? They could be friends after all... Yes, Loki would be a friend to Ivy. He didn't quite know how to work that, but for her, he would find it out.

"Why did you really leave?" Her voice was quiet and soft and he couldn't help himself but tell her the truth. Half of it at least.

"Because I'm dangerous, Ivy. I mean harm to anyone who dares to come close to me. I could kill you in an instant and not feel remorse at all." He breathed. There had been so many times when his reason had abandoned him to be alone with the darkness lurking beneath the surface of a pretty face and flattering eloquence. Ready to lunge at whoever was unfortunate enough to be close to him.

"And what do you think now?" She asked in a quiet yet curious voice.

"I think that just the same might be true for you. I saw what you did there and I… it certainly was quite something."

"I wish you hadn't seen that." Ivy rested her head on her hands, looking almost shyly at Loki who merely turned his head towards her. "I wish you hadn't seen the monster that I am."

Loki smiled, a sad, bitter smile which made Ivy's eyes drop to the dusty ground beneath them. He wanted to tell her that she was no monster, never could be, not like him... that she was the most extraordinary, enchanting and interesting person he had ever met. That he cared about her. That there were many pretty women in the nine realms, beautiful creatures of elegance and pride, but never in a million lifetimes there would be someone with a more beautiful mind than hers. But Loki didn't say any of it.

"I think you should sleep now." He said instead, calmly, and rose to his feet.

"So you can run off again?" She frowned sadly, but she knew he was right. She needed to sleep, her body felt drained, weak and shivery as did her mind.

Loki thought about lecturing her about how she couldn't tell him what to do, about how he was a prince, a literal god, about how no one could restrain him, keep him from whatever he felt like doing… But he couldn't. "I will be here when you wake up. I promise." Was all he said.

"I hope so, for your own sake. Next time you go, I won't be following. And I doubt you would expect me to." With that Ivy turned her back towards him, and rolled herself into the blanket as tightly as possible. She had made enough stupid decisions for one day. And she had certainly done enough damage along the way.

Once Loki was sure Ivy had drifted off to sleep, he was gone once more, far away from her, as far as possible. He needed a plan, and he needed to think. And that was simply impossible when she was this close by, this close to tempting him to lay down with her and simply allow himself to dwell in her presence.

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The sound of thunder startled Ivy, and a second later she noticed the first raindrops hitting her chilled skin. She felt dizzy, confused and blinded while yet everything around her was too dark. Then it started pouring down onto her, buckets of water as thick as a wall.

There was no shelter anywhere around the opening, nor around the forest expect for trees towering high above. She stumbled to her feet and took in the impossible darkness that surrounded her.

Suddenly, when a strike of lightning left the opening as bright as day, she saw Loki standing a few feet in front of her. His back was facing her, dark frame contrasting against the too bright sky for a mere second, and her feet carried her over to him involuntarily.

Once she stood right in front of him, another lightning struck. He was covered in blood, dark and thick and all over him like the rain that was drenching Ivy herself. A grin, wicked and evil, played on his face, twisting his beautiful features in a way that made her blood freeze. Darkness again.

"I'm so sorry…" He whispered, confusing Ivy even more than she already was.

"What..?" She breathed. Lightning.

She could see his face had completely changed, and his wide eyes were filled with tears and horror. Ivy gasped. Darkness.

"I told you, I warned you…" His voice was low and thick with tears. Ivy felt a jolt of hot white pain rushing through her, sizzling through her being like a single droplet on hot stones, and she screamed. Lightning.

Loki was still staring at her with eyes of an almost complete black, yet filled with more emotions than Ivy could comprehend. His gaze left her own to travel down her body... And she followed his eyes down to the blade that was deeply imbedded in her stomach. Darkness.

She felt hot tears escape her eyes, scorching rivers down her skin, and the pain grew stronger by the second, making her drop to her knees. "Loki..." She breathed, and a second later she felt his bloodied hand on her cheek, gently caressing her skin.

"I told you… But you just wouldn't believe me." His voice was so sweet, so soothing… Ivy wanted to drown in it and never resurface. Lightning.

Ivy could barely hold herself on her knees, with Loki kneeling right in front of her, still caressing her cheek with the most pained and heartbreaking expression on his face.

"What did you tell me? What didn't I believe?" She cried in pain. Darkness.

The pain grew to the unbearable, and Ivy felt her head spin, the haze taking over any rational thought.

Suddenly soft lips touched hers, for not more than a second, yet so tenderly as if they feared to break her. "I love you…" It was nothing more than a breath, but Ivy had heard it. Lightning.

She blinked up at Loki through her tears, seeing an utterly grave, emotionless expression on his face before he rammed another blade right through her heart. Darkness.

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When Ivy woke up, the sun had already started to set far back in the west. She groaned… what a fucking weird dream. Her whole body hurt like she had been thoroughly beaten up. Then she remembered the past day and it all made a little more sense. At least the beat up feeling.

She looked around the opening then: no Loki. With a sigh she sat up, rubbing her head to maybe get rid of the strong headache that was starting to form right below her temples. Of course he wouldn't be here… He was the god of freaking lies after all. But honestly, Ivy didn't even feel that bothered by it anymore, the lies that is, not his absence, as if she had just gotten used to the betrayal and pain that was a constant companion in her life.

What had happened last night was purely due to the severe lack of sleep she had suffered from before. At least that's what she told herself to feel a little less like a clingy teen. On a normal day she would NEVER be that easy to crack, but also not that easy to stop once she actually did break down.

For now, she only felt ashamed of herself… this was supposed to be a part of her past, not her present. She didn't hurt people anymore.

Once she stood up, she tried to push everything back into the shadows where it had come from, taking a small moment to collect herself. This was a new day after all, a fresh start, and with a slightly less desperate feeling she walked a few steps, stretching out her sore muscles.

"Did I ever tell you that blond hair doesn't suit you?" Loki suddenly whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck.

In an instant Ivy turned around and punched him in the face as hard as she could, so hard in fact that he landed on his butt, on the floor a few feet back.

He looked equally surprised as she did herself, only frowning once she came to stand above him.

"Wow…" He said in full on sarcasm. "A simple 'Good morning Loki' would've sufficed, you know…"

"How about a 'Don't make me regret my life choices even more than I already do' for breakfast?" She stretched out a hand to help him up, but he eyed it curiously before popping himself up on his elbows.

"Is that what friends do? Mock each other even before breakfast?" He asked bemusedly.

"Yeah, they punch each other in the face, but then also help each other back up." Ivy replied with a roll of her eyes. "Now come one, I'm hungry."

With a sigh he accepted her hand, and once he stood back on his feet, he brushed the dust off his clothes with another frown. "That was a decent punch, by the way. I'm more into magic than direct combat, honestly, but you might want to meet my brother. HE can throw punches... you'd be surprised."

Ivy laughed, shaking her head to herself.. This, whatever it was between them right now, felt much better than last night. And it certainly distracted her from her terrible nightmare and the events at the bar, which she wished were also just that: a nightmare.

Maybe that was just what she should treat Loki as: a gigantic, living nightmare… but one she couldn't quite give up nonetheless. Geez, she really must be a masochist. The idea made her snort.

"You said you wouldn't run off again." She finally stated, teasing him with a small smirk. Honestly, she was quite relieved that he'd come back despite her attempts at convincing herself of the opposite thing.

"No, I merely said I would be back. That's something completely different." He winked at her in return. "Oh, and I brought you breakfast for the unlikely case that you were up already and out and about to kick my 'sorry ass' right to Hel." He pointed to a few items now lying on her blankets.

"Seriously Loki?! Wine for breakfast?" She rose an eyebrow at him.

"Well, it's breakfast for you and dinner for me, dear. Despite that, it's always wine time." He plopped down on the blanket and crossed his legs underneath himself. With another roll of her eyes, Ivy sat down next to him and began devouring the bread and fruit he had brought. Honestly, she didn't even care where he had gotten it… she was just feeling starved.

Loki on the other hand didn't touch any of the food and went straight for the wine.

"Aren't you gonna eat anything?" Ivy asked finally, frowning at him as she munched on a few grapes.

"I'm not hungry."

"And you didn't sleep at all, the entire night?"

"Who said I didn't?" He rose an eyebrow at her and threw a grape in the air only to catch it with his mouth. "There, I ate something. Happy now?"

Ivy sighed and finished her small meal. "So… Do we continue to pretend that yesterday didn't happen? I mean especially the part of me doing those..."

"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." He interrupted with a small smirk, and then watched the clouds as they slowly drifted over the sky, colored in the shades of the sunset. "Though I'm most certain that I will never get rid of the image of you walking around the palace naked."

"I was not naked!" She groaned, nudging him in the side with her elbow.

"No, you were wearing my shirt. That doesn't really make it any more forgettable." He chuckled in return and took another sip of the wine. "Maybe alcohol will make my brain more forgetful at last."

"Gimme that!" She pulled the wine from his hands with a start, making him roll his eyes in amusement.

"Wine for breakfast? Seriously Ivy, you should be ashamed of yourself." He laughed, earning himself a sinister glare from her once she had taken a big gulp.

The bottle was empty in no time, leaving Ivy only mildly frustrated. He'd brought her something to eat… people who don't care wouldn't have.

"Why did you just bring one bottle?" She inquired with a small whine, eyeing the tall glass bottle almost sadly. It wasn't like the alcohol was affecting her much, but she surely wished it would. Would make it easier to forget and drown her feelings.

"Well, go and get yourself another if you want it so badly." He shrugged as he rose an eyebrow at her, pointing towards the direction of the city.

And while Loki had been joking, seriously joking only, he didn't expect her to actually do it. And yet, with an exaggerated sigh, Ivy grabbed Loki's wrist and they were off in a heartbeat.

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Why the God Isn’t Bored on Midgard - Loki x F!Reader Drabble

Summary: ... It was all because he saw you.

Word Count: 2K (yIkEs)

Warnings: None? Partying? Jerk ex-boyfriend?

Author’s Note: I don’t know why this sounds like an essay... Maybe because I’ve written a lot in the past 3 years so it’s kind of pouring out onto my creative writing too?... This is also post-Ragnarok with IW & Endgame non-existent... Let me know if I should continue this, cause’,  I mean, the end of this sounds like it’s going to be in chapters... I’m just stuck between Loki smut chapters or one-shots *Shrugs*... Hope you like, anyway ^^. Also, as of 02.06.2019, it’s been edited slightly, cause some parts bugged me ToT

Here’s the links to the next parts: Part 1     Part 2 Part 3     Part 4 Part 5     Part 6 Part 7     Part 8 (First Half)     Part 8.5 (Second Half)  Part 9

Thor had been busy trying to find homes for his people, alongside Brunnhilde and Bruce, and, whilst Loki did his part as Prince of Asgard to help as much as he could, Thor knew the nature of his brother. Since his reappearance on Earth, Nick Fury and Stephen Strange had made regular visits to him since his arrival.

Obviously, they didn’t trust him due to past events, despite Thor’s protest of his good behaviour and little evidence of this. On the other hand, Loki was pretty sure he was on good terms with himself now.

He realised that humans forget as fast as they lived, compared to Asgard and Asgardians. He was able to sit in libraries and cafes without getting any harassment for what he did in New York. After a few days or so, he was quickly able to find a café he could attend. After a few more times of visiting them, the employees had begun remembering his order.

He sat down on his usual spot; an area where the café was able to open its walls and extend itself with a roof hood to provide shade for the customers. He positioned his seat halfway underneath the extended roof of the place, and halfway inside the shop, where he could enjoy the outdoor Summer weather without being amongst the crowd that it brought about. His feet would cross, legs spread, and his book rested in one of his hands. His coffee would be brought over, and he’d dip his head in gratitude before taking a sip of his drink.

Although on one day, he got distracted by a woman; her tears were flowing over her cheeks, but she was listening intently to the person opposite her… Her brother? Her boyfriend?

After surveying for a while, Loki guessed that it definitely was her boyfriend; she had tried to hold his hand, but he had swiftly avoided her touch by leaning back into his chair.

Despite the short distraction, he thought nothing of it at the time. It just confirmed a quality all humans seemed to have; attachment to sentimentality.

As he left, and a waiter awkwardly brought over one crying girl two hot drinks, Loki could finally tear his eyes away from the situation and back into his book, although, he had lost where he was on the page.

Being on Earth, without bringing hostility from anyone, became a bit dull, and Loki wasn’t sure of what to do with the spare time he had besides reading a good book, and having a hot beverage. When Thor made it mandatory to attend one of the Avengers outings, Loki absolutely protested. He almost got away from the occasion, but Brunnhilde had punched his copycat illusion of himself so hard that his real self could feel it in the library he was in.

So, Loki went socialising, to a club with the people he once fought quite violently with. Before anything, he was warned by a lot of people to not get into any trouble, and so, with a gritted smile, he followed his brother to a large building with booming thuds of music and lights blinking in and out of the windows. They were escorted through by bodyguards managing through a sea of people, some of which recognised the famous faces. As the Avengers gave waves, and Tony Stark couldn’t help but take pictures with some of them, it made the trip through the club slower, and annoying, and the more agonising for Loki. He couldn’t hear anything or anyone, and just wanted to focus on walking with the others to go where they were meant to go.

And then he saw you, again.

You had not noticed the Avengers, not bothered to take a picture with any of them. None of it seemed to make you pay attention as you were clearly distracted by the beat of the club song. He was surprised he recognised you; the last time he saw you, your hair was tied in a low bun, you were wearing a woolly jumper, and your face was blotched in red with all the sobbing you had done. But tonight, you had completely transformed; a dress that fitted you, your hair was styled, and your face no longer blotched from the tears.

There was a man, not the boyfriend, dancing really close behind you, and you welcomed it by clasping his arms around your waist.

The notion kept his eyes on you; your lips were covered with a matte red lip, and they spread to a smile. He saw your head lean back and rest on the man’s shoulder, closing your eyes in full bliss.

Loki couldn’t tear his eyes off you this time. This was different. He couldn’t remember exactly when he last saw you, but it wasn’t too long ago. Your break-up seemed terrible for you, and now you’re out here, grinding against a man you don’t know, as if there was nothing bothering you at all. The way you were swaying and in rhythm to the music; it was a careless, and a messy solution to an otherwise meaningless problem.

On the other hand, it was almost chaotic, and began to intrigue him about humans.

“Loki, get a move on.”

He feels Thor’s familiar grab hold onto his arm, and he drags them to where everyone else is. Loki had ordered a glass of red, which was mediocre compared to drinks he had on Asgard. The room they were in was a balcony with glass walls, where it was quieter and a more tolerable atmosphere than the one beneath them. He settled himself in a corner, checking on the people below as the rest of his group mingled. He scanned the floor, flitting his eyes through some faces.

It was way past midnight. He was tired and tipsy; although, not as tipsy as the others. Thor, as per usual, could handle is liquor along with Captain America. On the other hand, the spy, the marksman, and Tony Stark, especially, had to be carried out by the others, and Loki had to do his part by opening the doors for all of them.

As Tony’s bodyguard pulled over in a large vehicle, he caught you one last time for the evening, leaning against a wall, the man’s body pressed close to you. The sober Avengers were busy trying to put the drunk Avengers into the car, so Loki knew he has a bit of time to check up on what you’re up to.

He sees you frown and jerk your head away as the man leans in for you. Usually, Loki wouldn’t think about other people’s business, but he felt his blazer collar tighten. He loosened it, unbuttoning the coat, beginning to stride towards you.

But then he sees it; you punch him in the face, keeling from the pain from your knuckles. The man laughs, and Loki’s strides become longer and faster, until another thing.

He sees you knee the man in the worst place possible, and Loki couldn’t help but flinch and stop in his tracks. He watches, the man shouting profanities at you, as you hail a taxi and go into the first one the pulls over.

In all of Loki’s weeks on Earth, nothing has ever made him smirk as wide as you had made him.

“Hey! Gothic Gandalf!” Stark’s voice made Loki’s eyes roll. The billionaire was slurring and didn’t have very good nicknames because of it. “You better not be doing some trouble!”

When the night was over, the next day Nick Fury arrived at the tower for his regular examination of Loki’s behaviour. So, after a couple questions, and a scrutiny of his behaviour in the past few days, he had agreed to lessen his visits now that Loki had worked out to be a functional civilian.

“You’re ready for a house.” Nick said. “But it’ll be chosen by us and monitored by us.”

Thor agreed with a smile. “Well, it’s something.”

“Might as well just put me in a prison.” Loki replied.

“Well,” Nick stirred his coffee, “that is Plan B.”

A week later, Loki, Thor and Nick went through several estate agents to find an apartment. They  entered a few buildings within the city, however they all had to meet to an agreement; Nick wanted to make sure that the place wasn’t close t anything that could give Loki any ideas, Thor just wanted to know if it’s within distance with his house he was planning to get, and Loki just wanted to know why he couldn’t just stay with his brother because all the places he saw was not to his standard of living.

By the time they got to the seventh building, it was at a quaint corner of the city, ad Loki had long decided that he wasn’t going to agree until Fury had actually taken the time and been aware of his terms.

The place was the most decent than the others. He couldn’t hear any neighbours, the floors were evenly spaced, so that guaranteed even living in one of the apartments meant that he could get a decent night’s sleep, and that meant he didn’t have to conjure up anything to fix noise problems.

The Landlord of the place was really overselling it; he flourished in hand movements and waffled in adjectives that complimented the building; he could have just stated that all the apartments had new bathrooms instead of explaining it over five flights of stairs.

He unlocks the door, letting the three of them in. “And, here is the apartment.”

The apartment was occupied with books, a television, a soft sofa, a couple of shoes on the side of the shoe rack, some scarves and jackets on pegs, and the kitchen was sectioned out by a counter, and had a jarring pale orange and black colour scheme.

As the landlord gave information to Fury, who took interest for him, Loki was not impressed.

“It’s a good apartment – that’s the bathroom over there, looking beautiful – and this-“ the landlord opens another door. “And this is the bedroom.”

As soon as the landlord opened the door to the next room, Loki couldn’t believe what he was seeing; it was you, again.

Your expression was in absolute ire and bewilderment the moment they had opened the door. You begin to raise your voice at the landlord, and the landlord begins to save face by angrily putting a front.

Thor crosses his arms, watching you increasing in anger at a situation you weren’t prepared for. “I don’t think this place would be good for you, brother.”

Loki was still stunned by your presence; you were beginning to shout, and Nick Fury was trying to dissolve the situation.

“I liked the previous apartment better.” Thor continues, making sure no one heard him besides Loki. “The person head of the building there didn’t understand us much, but you could definitely tell she was stubborn, and she wouldn’t be putting up with your…“

Loki drowned his brother out in the background. It was mere coincidence that he saw you in the café, in the club, and now in your own apartment. And his brow furrowed at the pattern of it. Was this Strange’s doing? Was this Fury’s? Either way, he wasn’t happy with it being all planned, if it is.

Who are you? And why are you reoccurring in his life?

As his thoughts trail as he looks at you, you catch a glimpse of him, only to immediately look back to him; for the first time, you see him too.

“…Y/N. Just Y/N…” He catches wind of your name as you turn back to Fury.

The rest of your words flew over Loki’s head; you were too wound up with the argument that you didn’t acknowledge your lack of pants, and the fact your blouse was loose around you. You looked as dishevelled from the last time he saw you, like you hadn’t recovered from the club. He couldn’t admit to himself that he was staring at you. He’s seen you get angry, and sad, and messy…

What else have you got?

“I’ll take the place.” Loki said. “I can move in as soon as possible.”

It was rich seeing your jaw drop.

Nick Fury stopped protesting, realising the change in Loki’s behaviour towards you; if he’s distracted, he should be less of a problem.

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[lailannajacobs]

A Failed Escape and a Successful Trap (Handmade Thieves pt. III)

Pairing: Loki X Fem!Reader 

Summary: Reader unwittingly finds her way onto Asgard and has to deal with all the attention that follows being a mortal in the extravagant realm. To his surprise, Loki finds himself having just as much trouble if not more than reader in dealing with it.

Warning: Violence 

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Hey guys!! After a crazy week and a terrible cold/sore throat I think I still managed to write up something that I’m still pretty proud of. I didn’t have as much editing time so hopefully its not riddled with mistakes! I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think, it always makes my day to hear from you!!! <3 

You wandered the halls of the palace, pretending to look like you were just trying to stretch your legs, when really, you were waiting for the guard’s shift change. Although the prince had freed you from your cell two weeks ago, you still weren’t sure what it meant to be a Midgardian ambassador on Asgard. If you were being honest, you were pretty sure it had to do with the fact that you hadn’t seen him since he had led you to your new room. He had reminded you that you now had your end of the deal to upkeep and walked away. He had only taken about three steps before he had warned you to stay away from Odin and to stay in the palace. With that, he walked off and left you to discover your luxurious room on your own.

The new rules of your limited freedom seemed simple enough; stay inside and stay away from the biggest asshat in the realm who seemed so intent on keeping you captive. Yet, when you walked into your room and saw the face staring back at you in the full length mirror, you realized just how important it was that you stayed away from the king. Your face now looked like a memory of your own, still somehow yours, yet altered so that you looked more like the regular citizens of the realm.

He hadn’t told you why you had to stay away from the king, and you hadn’t thought to ask, but the face staring back at you had made it clear as to why he had warned you. If the king had been aware that you had been let out, there wouldn’t have been a need for a disguise. You had poked the face that still felt like your own. The king must have believed you were still trapped in that godforsaken dungeon. The thought had terrified you because you had known that it meant imminent death if you were found out, but you had pushed the fear as far down as it could go. A palace was a much better prison than a cell, even if it meant avoiding the king himself.

However, all the alone time in the palace had given you enough time to think of a way to escape. You had walked the halls enough times to figure out the best way to reach the most direct exit to the market and had spent time studying the guards’ rotations so that you knew exactly when it was safe to leave. Despite the fact that you were glamoured to look like everyone else, you weren’t planning on leaving your own clothes behind in favour of the Asgardian dresses they had provided you with. The sheer fact that you were wearing pants made you stick out like a sore thumb but it was a risk you were willing to take.

It wouldn’t be easy getting out and the only thing that reassured you - if only slightly - was that you hadn’t seen the two people who were the most intent on keeping you here.

While the new guards began chatting with the old, you walked past with only a slight nod in their direction. They barely gave you a passing glance, too caught up in their conversation and end of a long day to bother with you. Everything was going according to plan so far.

Walking out onto the busy street, you only got a few glances your way and you prayed that it would stay the same until you left the busy streets and onto the path into the forest.

“I’m coming for you, don’t worry” you whispered to your ship, despite the fact that it might have made you sound a little crazy and possibly a little threatening.

With a quick, but discreet pace, you headed towards the market you had visited the first day here - now that you knew exactly which booth you needed to get to. The streets were busy in the late evening and they would provide the perfect cover as long as you didn’t attract any sort of unwanted attention. Looking around, you found a few more people looking at you, but ignored them and kept your head down, weaving through the citizens. This could be your only chance at freedom and you weren’t about to let it go because a few people were ogling your fashion choices.

You veered around a sharp corner, trying to pick up speed but slammed into a couple, stumbling back in surprise. Your heart dropped when you saw recognition in the woman’s eyes.

The woman flicked a long blond braid over her shoulder, “Look Ake, it’s the Midgardian we saw in the dungeon.”

“It can’t be. Why is it free?” the man asked, looking particularly horrified, “I thought it was supposed to be kept in its cage?”

Without a word, you pushed past them, hoping they wouldn’t tell anyone what they had seen. It was the only reason you hadn’t stopped to let either of them know how much you hated being called an it. You shook your head, telling yourself to let it go. You wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore if this worked out.

The little spat had garnered more attention and although there weren’t many more eyes on you than before, it felt like everyone was aware of your presence. You shook your head, confused. It couldn’t only be the clothes, you thought realizing that the couple had recognized you too easily.

You found a booth that sold mirrors, ceremonial daggers and other decorative, bedazzled items and looked into a handheld mirror to find your own face looking back at you. Your fingers tightened around the mirror knowing that this suddenly meant it was going to be so much harder to get out alive.

You shot the vendor a bright smile and when he was focused on your face, you swiped a small knife, knowing it wasn’t the best weapon but a sharp edge all the same. After turning away, you grit your teeth and pushed past a group of Asgardians to reach the darker edge of the street, now cast in the late evening’s shadow. When you looked up from the ground, you spotted a small alley only a few feet away, barely noticeable in the dark. You weren’t sure where it would lead you but you knew it was better to take to the darkness rather than stay on such a crowded street now that you looked like yourself again.

Only a few feet in, a meaty hand gripped your elbow, fingers digging tightly into the sensitive nerve above the bone, as he tried to push you into the wall. You whirled, slamming into the arm with your free hand and raised your knife to his throat so that he was now between you and the wall.

The man was tall and thick, with curly bond hair framing bright blue eyes that appeared more amused than afraid. It wasn’t the look you were hoping to see but you figured his arrogance meant that he would underestimate you.

“I’ve never met a Midgardian before.” He leered, the danger in his voice screaming at you to run the other way.

You pushed it down. Your only advantage was the fact that you had a knife to his throat and running would rob you of that freedom. Short of killing him, you had no idea what to do, but steeled your look, knowing that as long as he didn’t realize that, you could get out alive and unhurt.

The malicious look in his eyes was enough for you to grip the knife’s bedazzled hilt tighter and you pushed the blade into his skin so that a small drop of blood ran down his neck. “What do you want?”

“To get to know you a little better pretty one. Why don’t you let go of that knife and give me a smile instead.”

You shuddered. It didn’t matter what planet you were on, it seemed you needed to carry a knife around with you everywhere. The only problem was, that unlike earth, you were fighting someone who was basically a god compared to you. At least it didn’t mean that your brain was any less useful, only that you were at a disadvantage physically.

“I’ve got other things to do than get to know a scumbag like you,” you turned your lips up, hoping the crazy smile on your face would be warning enough, “you’re welcome to get more acquainted with my knife if you would like.”

“I think I’ll chose you instead.” He sneered and took a step forward, despite the blood trickling from his throat.

Your heart began to pound and you held on tighter, knowing you were on the cusp of a fight. You reminded yourself that you were the one with the knife to his throat and despite that truly terrifying look on his face, you were the one who was going to get out of this alive. You hadn’t come this far not to.

“That would not be wise.” A familiar voice drawled.

Both of you turned your attention to where the voice had come from. The prince leaned up against the far wall, a foot up against it, throwing an apple up in the air and catching it like he had nothing better to do.

“And I know you’re not the brightest Asgardian in the alley but I’m sure you’re wise enough take my advice. Especially that this one is more dangerous than you’re giving her credit for.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. Thanks.” The man jeered. “I’d rather figure it out on my own.”

With a sigh, audible over even the busy street behind him, the prince pushed off the wall and swaggered over. It was hard to believe anyone could put so much disappointment into one sigh.  

“You can remove the knife Midgardian.”

“Are you sure? I’ve got this covered you know.” You replied even if you were pretty sure you were lying.

He smirked, “I know you do. I was just hoping you could share.”

Digging the knife in a little further for good measure, you let go and took a quick step back out of his reach. The man’s look of relief didn’t last long as a dagger materialized into the prince’s hand and replaced it where yours had been so quickly you would have missed it if you had blinked. However, the prince wasn’t content on keeping the man where he was. He shoved him back so hard the man’s skull cracked against the brick wall, s now pinned between it and the dagger. The man barely winced but it was enough to know that his earlier arrogance had left him and that the prince clearly had the upper hand.

“What you are thinking of doing would not be wise.” The prince snarled, barring his teeth. “Do you need a permanent reminder?”

The man clenched his jaw but shook his head. It didn’t take a genius to know that crossing the God of Mischief was more than simply dangerous.

“Good. I’m going to let you go now. Try not to stumble into another mess of the sort. It won't end well for you.” The prince’s voice had returned to flippant, which almost seemed to terrify the man more than having had a dagger to his throat.

When he let go, the man scurried off with little dignity though it didn’t stop him from shooting a hateful glare in your direction before he turned the corner.  

In return, you gave him a peachy little wave but you weren’t deluded into thinking that you would never seen him again. He would be too resentful to forget what had happened here.

“I had him,” You reminded the prince, wiping the blood off the blade with your shirt.

Even if you were thankful he had helped out, it still didn’t make up for the fact that you wouldn’t have needed his help if he hadn’t brought you to the king in the first place.

“I know you did.” You couldn’t be sure, but you didn’t seem to detect any sarcasm in his voice. “But I figured it would take half as long if I got involved, especially with that terribly hideous dagger of yours.”

“You’re an arrogant little shit, you know that?” You tried to tuck the dagger into your boot but he had his hand clasped around your wrist before you could even come close and brought your hand over your head to pin you between his body and the wall. Your other hand may have been free, but without a weapon, you weren’t sure what you could do with him this close. You were sure he had known that when he had seen what you were about to do, which was exactly why you were now stuck in this position.

“So I’ve been told.” The corner of his lips curled upward, “And I’ll be taking that now. I made sure to take your weapons for a reason. We don’t need you playing with this one as well.”

You jutted your chin up, staring into those amused green eyes. “Scared I’ll come for you first?”

“My room is down the hall for yours Midgardian. I like to sleep knowing there isn’t someone equipped with a sharp blade ready to slit my throat only few doors down.”

“It is?” It was hard to believe that you had missed that fact in all your searching but you knew it had to be so that he could keep an eye on you. It was also strange that with his room so close, you had never run into him.

He nodded, vanished your blade and let you go.

Pushing past him with an irritated sigh, you continued down the alley at practically a jog.

“Where do you think you’re going Midgardian?”

“My own way, thanks. I really don’t like you so I think it’s just better this way.”

He caught up in a few quick stride and matched your pace, his long legs keeping up easily. “I’m aware. The feeling is mutual.”

You tried to pick up speed and took a turn away from the palace, “If the feeling his mutual then why are you following me?”

“Because we both know,” He slid an amused glance your way, relaxed as if he were taking a stroll, “That you’re not coming back if I don’t.”

“And that’s so bad?” Turning another sharp corner, you tried to lose him by cutting back the other way but he grabbed your elbow and spun you around.

“I don’t need Odin watching me even more than he is now because I let you escape.” He warned.

You crossed your arms, trying to pull out of his grasp. “Him watching you wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t scheming.”

“I’m not scheming Midgardian.”

“Sure.” You scoffed, “But if that were true than you would just let me go.”

“No.” He pulled you toward the palace, his steps slower than yours had been so that you wouldn’t have to jog to keep up.

You wished you still had any of your three daggers or even the ceremonial one to show him just what you could really do with a knife, but you knew it was hopeless. Even with a weapon, it wasn’t a fair fight.

“So this deal of ours means you’re not actually my ally but rather my prison guard.” You said.

“I prefer to think that ally is more accurate.” He shot you a peachy grin that made you want to wipe it off his face with your fist, “Prison guards can’t be this handsome.”

You picked up the pace, feeling good about venting some of your anger through the pounding steps. “Somehow I doubt that’s an accurate statement. Allies don’t keep you trapped.”

“Allies keep you alive, and you would have gotten killed trying to escape now.” He growled. “Heimdall would have seen you leaving long before you would have managed to fix your ship.”

“So that means you’re eventually going to help me escape?”

“No.”

You sighed and cursed yourself for allowing yourself even that little bit of hope. Of course he wouldn’t help you escape. Had you forgotten who you were even talking to?

“This conversation isn’t making me like you any more than I have since I met you.” You huffed.

“It’s a good thing that getting you to like me isn’t my goal, now is it?”

You cocked your head. “Then what is your goal, wolf?”

He smirked. “You’ll see.”

Your stomached tightened, a nauseous feeling spreading throughout your body. The look in his eyes warned you that whatever was coming next would probably make you like him even less. And although it was nice to actually have someone to talk to after almost a month of solitude, it sure as hell didn’t mean you trusted him or wanted to talk to him more than the time it took to get to the palace.

“Where are you taking me?” You demanded.

He lips spread further into that sly grin. “Nothing you shouldn’t be able to walk away from in one piece.”

You could feel your palms getting sweaty and you were glad he was holding your elbow so that he wouldn’t know how nervous his words were making you. But you rolled your eyes anyways, and faked that bravado you knew he expected, “Should walk away from. Isn’t that reassuring.”

He shrugged, “It wasn’t meant to be.”

“Gee thanks.” You grumbled. “You’re miserable, you know that?”

He grinned.

“If you get me killed wolf…”

“What, Midgardian?” He taunted, “What will you do to me if you’re already dead?”

“This conversation is getting redundant.” You said through gritted teeth.

He tilted his head as if in agreement and turned you down a small, barely noticeable dirt path. Only a few paces in, he slowed running his hand along the golden wall, his fingers pressing lightly into the brick. Watching curiously, you waited until a small click sounded to reveal a hidden door barely wide enough to fit two people. He didn’t offer an explanation and you said nothing as you made your way down the rough, grey stone hallway, your footsteps echoing off the damp and mouldy floor. The spiders and their undisturbed cobwebs hanging from the ceiling were probably the only other living creatures other than the prince that knew the hallway existed. It wasn’t like the smell made it inviting for others to find it either.  

“I know it’s a little mortifying to bee seen with an earthling, but really wolf, we could’ve done without the stench and the creepy corridor.”

He glanced around at the hallway, the ghost of a smile of his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you might have said he was amused.

You followed in silence until you reached a small wooden door, about the same size as the one you entered in. The hall it led into was deserted but built from the same gold stone as the rest of the palace. Wherever you were headed now, you were back in the public eye.

The few guards you crossed kept their gazes respectfully averted but somehow you doubted the God of Thunder had the same effect on the guards as the mischievous prince did. You had yet to see the other prince of Asgard and you couldn’t help but wonder if he would be more inclined to let you go if you did.

The next door the prince stopped at was covered intricate designs; swirls and whorls of gold and black unlike any you had ever seen on any other planet. The closet thing you had ever seen had been the museum’s ancient book on Norse Mythology. It made you wonder when and why their interactions with Earth had ceased. Maybe it was about time they got a earthling ambassador - just as long as it wasn’t you.

The prince paused with his hand on the door but turned to face you instead, “Did no one give you other, less…filthy clothes?”

You readjusted your jacket. “Yes. Yes they did.”

He shook his head, an incredulous look on his face, “And you didn’t think it would have been a good idea to change into them when you tried to escape?”

“I wasn’t going to try and escape in a gown with about seventy layers on it, that wouldn’t have been practical.” You shot back, making sure he would know you had been smart enough to consider it. “And seeing as that was all they gave me, it was a risk I was willing to take seeing as I didn’t quite look like myself.”

“That didn’t quite work out for you now did it?” When you only glared at him he continued, “I did tell you to stay in the palace, the glamour didn’t extend that far. But no matter, from now on you can keep your own face.”

“Well excuse me if I didn’t realize the clothes and the glamour were forms of captivity. And by the way, I’ve never seen any of the other women here in anything other than gowns. So does that mean they are all prisoners here too or have you guys not invented pants for women yet?” You growled, unable to hold your tongue. “I’ll save you trouble, they're the same as mens pants.”

He chuckled. “No, only you. It’s a fashion thing. But seeing as we don’t have time for you look fashionable in any way, it will have to do. Maybe they’ll only be more intrigued by you because of it.”

“Wait, who’s they?” You latched onto his wrist, “Who will be more intrigued?”

“You’ll see.”

You tightened your grip, nails digging into his soft flesh, “I swear I’ll stab you the next time you answer with those words.”

“Midgardian,” his green eyes were alight with mischief, that wolfish grin pulling at the corner of his mouth, “I’d like to see you try.”

The door swung open and he pushed you through into an enormous hall filled with party goers. At the sight of you, the chatter in the hall instantly died.

“Looks like you’ve made them speechless.” He whispered from behind you, his breath tickling your ear.

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[demigodofhoolemere]

Long bitterness below because I saw something that drove me crazy and I wasn’t gonna be able to rest until I articulated my frustrated thoughts

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@ the person who wrote this I just wanna talk

https://screenrant.com/mcu-avengers-most-shameless-things-loki-ever-done/

Most of these are just outright wrong and it only takes the slightest glance at canon events to prove them as such, and the ones that have any amount of accuracy to them are devoid of critical context.

I don’t remember seeing much of this stuff before Ragnarok but it’s everywhere now and it’s kind of telling of the narrative bias that movie planted in everyone’s heads that people are now looking back with a lens that’s colored to be against him from the outset without bothering to take into consideration context, critical thinking skills, or empathy. The narrative tells us that he’s just bad so let’s not look any further than that I guess.

Wasn’t gonna debate each of them but the more I think about it the more it’s gonna bug me until I do, so here comes the bitter canon police...

Number 10

1) Right from the off: “Loki and Thor have always had a love/hate relationship — though it gravitates more toward the ‘hate’ part.” Um... always? Because last I checked, despite their differences, they grew up as best friends. Their problems that we see onscreen span from 2011-2017, a measly 6 years compared to over a thousand years of life together. This is a blip on the radar, one that certainly doesn’t constitute leaning towards mainly hate for each other. Heck, even during this time period, they’re clearly shown to love each other. Loki definitely gets angry, but I wouldn’t say he outright “loathes” Thor, at least not in a way that diminishes the love he also has for him.

2) “As such, Loki has betrayed Thor and his adoptive family many times.” This is so wrong I barely have the energy to explain why. People love to give examples of all of Loki’s supposed betrayals and they pretty much all fall down under scrutiny. The only ones I can understand listing are lying to Thor about Odin being dead, along with his attempts to kill Thor at the climax of the first movie (this stuff was when he was waaay out of his right mind, btw — not that he’s not responsible for his actions, but context is still important when taking into account anything he does), and various things in Ragnarok that were out of character for him to do in the first place. Anything else, even if it’s bad, cannot be counted specifically as betrayals against his adoptive family, since things like coming to Earth weren’t about them. If only a couple of instances are able to qualify as betrayals, then no, he has not done this “many” times, no matter how much people like to push that idea.

3) “Of course, Thor often got the brunt of it.” I’ll let that one stand because Thor got a fair number of screams aimed at him, but honestly, I’d say the person most negatively affected by Loki’s actions tends to be Loki. Thor really didn’t get more than he could handle. And as much as I love him, he’s not innocent of dishing his own stuff onto Loki as well. Wording it this way makes it sound like he’s Loki’s abuse victim (when more than anything, they are both the victims of Odin’s awful parenting rather than each other).

4) “So, it’s basically a normal sibling relationship that they portrayed. Oh, and Loki is never apologetic about his violence against Thor — siblings through and through.” First of all when I see stuff like this I have deep concerns for other people’s relationships with their siblings and am reminded of how grateful I am for my sister, but secondly, I don’t get the impression that Asgardians do much apologizing overall. You don’t see Thor apologizing for violence against Loki either. Terrible habit, but it seems to be the culture they were raised in. Besides, I feel like dying for Thor multiple times is decent substitution. (And while it’s not totally clear what he was specifically referring to, it’s worth noting Loki did profusely tell Thor he was sorry on Svartalfheim.)

Number 9

1) Oh my word, I am tired of seeing this. That scene was filmed as a real death, and everyone from Tom Hiddleston to Kevin Feige continued to refer to it as such after the reshoots. I wouldn’t know where to find it right now but I know there’s a quote from Kevin about it being real and that it was only just non-fatal enough for him to survive it. The only place anyone ever says he faked it? In Ragnarok, which is already filled to the brim with retcons, and it’s said by Thor (or whoever that is in Ragnarok who took Thor’s face) who has no knowledge of what really happened, he just makes assumptions and accusations that Loki isn’t given the chance to refute. It. Was. Not. Fake.

2) “He was rather casual about it and didn’t care much about how the rest of his family would take the news.” Source? We don’t exactly get the time to see his feelings on the matter. Also, Thor is the only one who would have cared anyway. Frigga was killed and Odin wanted him dead.

Number 8

1) “One of the reasons why Loki faked his own death was to seize a great opportunity [...]” He must not be good at carrying out his own plans then, since he immediately genuinely tried to offer the throne to Thor. Thor turned it down. Was there still satisfaction from getting the chance to prove that he can be a king? Yeah, because he’s still never felt like he’s been able to prove himself as equal. The chance to prove people wrong about him, and especially the chance to prove his own worth to himself, is exciting, hence that grin at the end. He’s certainly not upset at that opportunity. But that only happened because Thor didn’t take him up on the offer.

2) “The worst part was that he cast a spell on Odin and exiled him in a retirement home on Earth.” The... the worst part? That he removed the man who would have killed Thor upon return and was willing to have all of Asgard and everyone in it destroyed? And still had the mercy to send him somewhere that he’d be safe and taken care of every single day? Uh... okay.

3) “For a time, Loki ruled the Asgardians in their process of recovery from the Dark Elves’ attack.” Yeah, exactly. Thanks for aiding my point. Even Ragnarok of all things, despite the issues I have with the way Loki was portrayed as king, still manages to prove this point by showing things on Asgard being peaceful and repaired.

Number 7

1) Mostly correct this time, but missing the context of why Loki is angry enough at Odin to want the Dark Elves to go after him. Without considering all of the lies and heartache Odin caused that sent Loki’s mind spiraling in the first place, let alone the fact that he left him to spend the next 4,000 years of his life in solitary (which is outright torture, and Loki knew it would be because he seemed to have no problem with the thought of being executed instead), it makes it sound like it was a purely petty betrayal rather than based in any reason. Loki does everything for a reason.

2) “One would think that Loki would’ve learned a lot from this but he kept on being his usual self after a short bout of guilt and anger in his cell.” First of all I think you greatly underestimate how long that’s gonna stick with Loki. Secondly, if by ‘kept on being his usual self’ you mean the immediately following scenes wherein he helps Thor go get revenge on the monsters that killed Frigga and ultimately dies to avenge her and save his brother’s life, then you forgot the actual events of canon again and also inadvertently complimented him by saying that’s normal for him.

EDIT: You know how you can watch something a thousand times and somehow it takes that thousandth time to catch something? Yeah. Anyway, Loki directed Kurse to Asgard’s power plant so he could turn the shield off. THAT is what he was directing him towards, it was to let the Elves in to get to Odin. He didn’t even unknowingly lead Kurse to Frigga, Kurse just went where Malekith was, and Malekith found Frigga because she was guarding the Stone. Kurse would have killed her anyway, Loki’s actions had no bearing on that. Hold him responsible for getting the shield shut down and letting more Elves in (while still referring to point 1 for why), but Frigga’s death never had anything to do with him because Kurse got out anyway. Loki just doesn’t know that. But a character blaming themselves doesn’t mean they’re right.

Number 6

1) Another thing I wish would stop cropping up in all discussions of Loki. Stealing the Tesseract isn’t his ~thing~. I’m annoyed with this one just on principle lol.

2) “Throughout all the MCU movies, Loki has stolen the Tesseract at least thrice, each in three different movies. He just doesn’t know when to give up.” None of those times were just for the lolz like people say. In Avengers he had to get it for Thanos to save his life. In Ragnarok, what the heck was he supposed to do, leave an Infinity Stone floating around in space for anyone to get? It’s not like it would have been destroyed with Asgard. Better to take it and keep it safe. And in Endgame, while I felt that was starting to lean too much into ‘haha I love taking the Tesseract’ territory, it was to get away from the imprisonment and possible death that would have been waiting for him in either SHIELD or Asgardian custody. Loki does everything for a reason.

Number 5

1) “[...] he immediately embraced his evil tendencies.” ROFL I’m sorry but the idea of THIS kid having had prior evil tendencies is actually hilarious.

2) “[...] killing countless innocents on Earth [...]” In canon, there were 74 fatalities in the Battle of New York, which were caused by the Chitauri that Thanos sent rather than directly by Loki. Loki’s personal kill count on Earth can be listed on one hand — literally, it’s something like 5 confirmed onscreen deaths by his hand, with several other unconfirmed ones because we just see him attack but not how badly people got hit. The 80 people that Natasha mentions were the SHIELD agents that went down with the base in the beginning, which wasn’t Loki’s doing, outside of the few guards he killed when he got there. That was pretty easy to count.

3) “[...] and probably other planets as well.” Supposition. Not even the slightest bit of hinting of that in canon. Next.

4) Loki himself was being tortured and under extreme emotional duress and mental manipulation during this movie. Not that he’s automatically 100% absolved of responsibilities, because he did make choices of his own, but again - CONTEXT. This was a fight for his life. He was not well, physically, mentally, or emotionally. There is almost nothing he did in this movie that he would do under normal circumstances in his right mind.

5) “In addition to that, he also put his homeworld of Asgard in constant danger. Odin’s words about Loki being followed by death and destruction wherever he goes definitely rang true.” If you’re referring to the first movie when he lets the Jotuns in, both instances of that were planned in such a way that no Asgardians were supposed to be in danger; he couldn’t have known the guards to the vault wouldn’t be able to take them (and that first plan was intended to protect Asgard from a young and arrogant Thor’s reign; another of few instances that can count as betrayal, but done with reason), and the second time he brought them in was specifically to kill them because, with the combination of his unstable mind and the kind of things Odin praises, he thought it would finally gain him approval from his father (and he was raised with no regard for Jotun lives therefore he didn’t even grasp that it was wrong). That’s the only time Asgard was even slightly jeopardized by Loki. In every single other instance, he is pretty darn devoted to protecting Asgard. Time and again. Odin’s words are a load of crap. Loki has only been surrounded by things like that in the last couple of years, when out of his right mind or coerced or both. This is not something that has always been, and it’s certainly hypocritical for Odin of all people to be making accusations like that when he and his favorite son have done worse things. Heck, Thor’s body count on Jotunheim in the very beginning is on its own a larger number than Loki’s body count in the entire MCU, all for being called a princess. Many of the heroes in the franchise have worse — even significantly worse — body counts than Loki.

Number 4

1) Tortured and controlled by Thanos. Next.

2) “[...] the culmination of all of Loki’s plans ever since he left Asgard to become a villain.” For one thing I love how this makes it sound like he made the conscious decision to run away and be a villain lol, but I just... you remember how he left Asgard, right? When he made a suicide attempt by falling into the void that he could not possibly think he would survive through? He didn’t exactly have future plans in mind. He was trying to die.

3) Now you’re only assuming people died? I thought it was countless?

Number 3

1) This wasn’t a takeover of Asgard. Frigga, who knew that he’s a Frost Giant, appointed him as regent for the time being. What he did with the power is what’s questionable, but the way he got it was completely legit. There was no scheming — he didn’t even want it at first. The thought of proving himself got to his head but he didn’t take the throne purposely nor was it illegally, or done in deception or under false pretenses.

2) While the things he did were wrong, it was not technically a betrayal of Odin or Asgard. He did what he did precisely because it was the sort of thing his father and his people would usually see as heroic. If you wanna call it a betrayal of Asgard for taking the risk of having Jotuns there, I guess, but not of Odin, and it was not done maliciously towards them. The ones who actually suffered for this were the Jotuns.

3) “[...] quickly transformed into one of Asgard’s most dangerous enemies.” He transformed into Odin’s enemy. If he were an enemy of Asgard he wouldn’t have spent his years on the throne protecting it.

Number 2

1) This one is mostly fair and I consider this to be the worst thing Loki’s done. However, this is hardly about shamelessness. This (and seemingly all of the article) is written in the assumption that his actions were done in his right mind. Again: he was in the middle of a mental breakdown. That doesn’t exonerate him but it’s sure as heck important context.

Number 1

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1) “[...] betraying the whole universe just because you can is pure evil.” Yeah, it would be. Good thing for Loki then that that’s not what he did. 

2) “Loki consciously served Thanos with the initial goal of becoming ‘king’ of the Earth.” Loki was consciously fighting to stay alive because disobedience and failure would mean unimaginable horrors.

Working with Thanos is NOT something he would do just because. As far as wanting to be king of Earth goes, Thanos canonically messed with Loki’s head. He made him think that was what he wanted, just like he dug into his mind to make him angrier at Thor. Thor himself, who has known Loki their entire lives, noted that his behavior and goals were uncharacteristic of him.

3) “It seems like Loki got his just desserts on that front.” Gotta say, I’m genuinely a little horrified when I see people say that Loki deserved that death. No one deserves to have their windpipe crushed and neck snapped brutally by their abuser. That was the most gratuitously graphic character death I’ve ever seen. Even if you think he wasn’t tortured by him before and willingly joined forces with him, he still wouldn’t deserve that fate. It’s too morbid for anybody. ‘Just desserts’ is supposed to be about justice. There’s no carrying out of justice here. It’s just senseless and cruel, and done to a man who had gotten out of the dark place in his life to start anew.

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That was longer than I ever intended to let myself get worked up over a dumb ScreenRant post but I feel better with that out of my system.

Here’s to fact-checking before making accusations that have no basis 🥂

#as usual i’m trying to stay in my lane keeping my negativity under the cut but just beware that if you click you will see bitterness #marvel #loki #marvel critical #ragnarok critical #tbh mostly article writers critical #i long for the day when people stop writing about things that they don’t know well enough while acting like they’re obviously right