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travellingwiththedead · 7 months
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They missed a chance to put Magne in Turid's wedding dress, even if it was just like in a dream sequence xD
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thirsty4villains · 7 months
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Bound | A Loki x Reader Fanfic - Chapter 22
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Rating: E
Warnings: Smut, human sacrifice, mentions of torture, blood and injury, violence, angst
Tags: slow burn, romance, smut, fix-it, canon divergence of Avengers Infinity War/Endgame, AU, humor, limited use of Y/N, action, sharing a bed
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Summary:
A year has passed since the Snap. As you look to find a fresh start in life, you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. A small cult dedicated to the newly revitalized Norse religion chooses you as a sacrifice with the belief that this will give Thor and the other gods the strength to undo what Thanos has done. What you don’t know is that human sacrifices come with a powerful magic — those who are sacrificed become linked with the god they have been given to.
It’s been a millennia since a human was sacrificed to one of the gods. You’ve been bound to Loki.
CHAPTER 22
The following week Agents Hill and Coulson stood by their word and came by your apartment to take the actual statements on Thanos. Loki stayed in line… for the most part. You had to remind him to be good on multiple occasions. After two hours of question after question, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents took their leave, promising that was the end of it unless more questions came up later. They also reminded the two of you that you were being closely monitored.
You definitely wouldn’t, that was for certain. And as you said, Loki was a changed man. He was adapting to life on Earth. It wasn’t easy but he was willing and that was what mattered most. And with the learning curve came some bumps.
One day the both of you were in line for food at a busy restaurant and a man blatantly cut the line, scissoring his way in front of you. He was about forty years old and had a rather punchable face. He looked around briefly to see if anyone noticed. When no one said anything, he looked down at his phone. But you and Loki saw, given that he cut right in front of you.
“Excuse me,” Loki said to the man. “Excuse me, sir.”
The man looked up after the second time. “Yeah?”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I will help enlighten you. There is a line here, and you’ve cut us and about twenty other people.”
“No, I didn’t. I’ve been here the whole time.”
“Oh, not just a cheat but a liar too. I saw you do it.” Loki crossed his arms, looking down at the man.
“Look, buddy, I don’t know what your problem is. I’ve been here the whole time, I just went to the bathroom and came back in line. This is my family.” He gestured to the people beside him, who gave no look of recognition. A teenage boy shook his head at Loki.
“They clearly have no idea who you are. Get out of line or I will assist you.”
“Assist me?” the man asked, raising his voice.
“Loki, go tell a manager or something and they can kick him to the back,” you said.
“A manager won’t teach this liar some manners,” he replied, teeth gritted.
“I’ll teach you to mind your business, asshole,” the cutter replied. 
He rolled up his sleeves. Loki just watched and allowed the man to take a swing at him. He punched the god in the stomach decently hard, but Loki stood there as if nothing happened.
“What the..?” the man said.
“Was that supposed to hurt? That was a bit ticklish, if anything.”
Then Loki grabbed the man by his shirt collar and lifted him off the ground. He shrieked, kicking his legs. The chatter in the restaurant picked up and some of the people in line witnessing began to cheer. 
“Put me down!”
“Loki, come on!” you shouted. 
You casted a spell and the man’s feet were back on the ground. He gasped and coughed a few times, pulling his shirt collar. 
“Fine,” Loki conceded, his fists knuckled white.
He exited the line and came back with a manager.
“You, back of the line,” the manager said. She was a woman with blond hair pulled back into a bun.
“He tried to kill me!” the man sputtered.
“You punched me in the stomach,” Loki said calmly.
The family the man claimed to be a part of backed Loki up, telling the manager that they saw everything. The woman pointed to the back of the line, threatening to call security if he didn’t move.
“Screw all you people,” the line cutter shouted. He walked to the exit and slammed the door behind him. A few people clapped, jeering at him on his way out.
“You did good,” you said to Loki after the chatter settled down.
“Back on Asgard a person like that has every right to be punished by receiving a swift kick to their rear,” Loki replied. “But thank you.”
“That guy was a major dick and he deserved it, but remember we’re being watched, and I don’t think an agency like S.H.I.E.L.D. is bluffing. I don’t want anything to get ruined for you.”
“Yes, you’re right.”
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They came over twice a month, sometimes both and other times one or the other. Each time the agents had more questions. Some pertained to the Infinity War, others about your relationship to Loki, some about Loki’s behavior. They never said Loki had been placed on parole but it sure felt like it. But there was no other choice, it’s not like the two of you could fuck off to Asgard or Vanaheim or some other realm. Not even another country protected from S.H.I.E.L.D. So Loki would be on his best behavior and show them he wasn’t the man who tried to subjugate Earth.
And he wasn’t that man. For such a long time you worried that your feelings for Loki were false, emboldened by the bond. Almost nearly from the beginning you felt attraction to him, and it grew. It grew so fast that it felt like a freight train hit you. Some days you didn’t know what to do, when you’d see him, those feelings came back and you wanted to hit the god of mischief or hide. You refused yourself from getting close to him because what if it was another one of his lies, what if his bond was lying to him? But now it’s gone and you can carry on with life. You know now that every second the bond pulled you to him that, yes, it was lust spurred by magic, but they were mixed with your true feelings, too. It was an enormous weight from your chest and off your shoulders not having to doubt yourself any longer. You loved him with every ounce of your being, and he you. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were but an obstacle that the two of you could deal with.
Thor visited when he could, sometimes Valkyrie tagging along when she got bored. Loki and Valkyrie didn’t exactly get along, they had more of an antagonistic brother-sister relationship, but you acquainted her enough that you would consider her a friend.
Usually when Thor came it would be for lunch or a brief date. It was really nice getting to know Loki’s brother. Of course you knew him from when he saved the world a few times, but knowing him on a personal level was entirely different. He was very sweet and considerate, often when he visited he’d bring gifts for you. You wondered if he was always like this or if it was a way of thanking you for being Loki’s companion. He let you know many times how grateful he was that you were in Loki’s life.
One day, however, Thor came to visit, and it wasn’t on normal terms. With him was Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, and agents Hill and Coulson.
Loki’s demeanor changed instantly. His shoulders tensed and eyes narrowed. You patted his arm and greeted everyone at the door. Most everyone said hello back, save for Clint and Sam who were busy glaring daggers back at the god of mischief.
“To what do we owe the pleasure?” Loki said, his question dripping with sarcasm.
“Loki, please,” Thor said. “This is good news we are here for!”
“Good news, as you deliver it with some of the most powerful people on the planet behind you?” he retorted.
Thor’s grin disappeared. “Brother…”
Bruce spoke up. “It is good news, Loki. If you’re willing to hear us out.”
Loki looked to you. You nodded gently.
“Fine then,” Loki said, stepping aside and gesturing inside your apartment. “Come in.”
The heroes and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents filed in. Bruce had to squeeze through the door and duck while walking so as to not bump his head on the ceiling. You led everyone to the living room where everyone took a seat, save for Coulson and Maria Hill, who stood in the threshold.
“The reason we’re here today,” Clint said once everyone became settled. “...is because there’s an opportunity for you, Loki.”
Both you and Loki quirked your eyebrows, but said nothing. Clint nodded to Sam.
“S.H.I.E.L.D. and we have decided to extend an offer to you to join the Avengers.”
Loki’s cackle pierced the room. His pearly white teeth flashed as a rupture of laughs washed over him. Sam and Clint’s expressions soured, as did the faces of everyone else.
Thor laughed nervously. He clapped a hand heavily on Bruce’s shoulder.
“Ow!” said the scientist.
“I’m sure Loki is just jesting, isn’t he?” Thor turned his head to his brother. Through gritted teeth he asked. “Isn’t he?”
Loki winded down and his eyes widened. “Oh, you’re serious?”
“I told you guys this was a waste of time,” Clint said, sinking into the couch.
“This is great news,” you said as you got over the shock. “I’m just… a little confused. I didn’t think in a million years you would offer something like this to Loki.”
“Believe me, neither did we,” Hill said from the back.
“Well, I shall be declining,” Loki said. “Now if you will all vacate my home.”
“Come on, Loki,” you whispered. “Hear them out.”
He stared at you, then sighed.
“Was there more to this… opportunity?”
“Let me lay it all out for you,” Coulson said. 
He moved from the entrance of the living room to the other side of the coffee table, pulling up a chair to be eye level with the god of mischief.
“You have two options here, Loki. Join the Avengers and help save the world when it needs heroes, or decline and be put to trial for the hundreds of crimes you committed against humanity.”
“And with the Avengers, I’ll not be surveilled any longer?” Loki asked, sitting back. His arms crossed and he pursed his lips. “I highly doubt that.”
“Yes, you’ll still be kept under surveillance. However, with the Avengers keeping an eye on you, if they continually make good reports on you, we’ll loosen the leash. We will also count you helping the world as time served, and if you remain good, you will not be put to trial.” 
Loki’s lips pursed even further out. The contempt was palpable. “Sounds fun.”
Coulson leaned forward, his hands clasped together. “Listen here, smartass. You tried to take over our planet, just because you saved it doesn’t cancel out the crimes – the war crimes – you committed over a decade ago. Hundreds of people died, do you understand me? You’ve had it incredibly easy and we can’t have you wandering around doing whatever the hell you want, the only reason you’ve been allowed such a privilege is because your brother lives here on Earth and he’s been advocating for you.”
“Is this true?” Loki turned his head to the god of thunder.
Thor grew sheepish. “Yes, brother. You did a great thing to stop Thanos, but you also did a terrible act to Midgard. They wanted to throw you in a cell and let you rot there. I almost had to beg them not to and to give you a chance to see how much you really have grown.”
Loki’s demeanor loosened a bit. His lips unpursed and his eyebrows turned upward. The god cleared his throat. “I was… completely unaware.”
“What? Did you think we’d just let you live here?” Sam asked.
“I suppose I just didn’t think about it. A lot has happened these years. I have endured much strife and trials never before presented to me. The present is the first time I’ve been allowed… peace.”
Clint, agent Coulson, and Bruce nodded their heads.
“So, I have no other choice then,” the god said.
“You have a choice,” Coulson replied. “But I can tell you right now that if you are put to a trial, all eight billion of Earth’s inhabitants have a reason to hate you, and no jury would be free of bias against you. You would be found guilty, there is no doubt about that.”
“You’ve put me in a cell once. What makes you so sure I wouldn’t escape again?”
Bruce put his face in his hands and let out a light groan. Sam and Clint’s eyebrows drew together.
“Loki…” you and Thor whined.
“That a threat?” Hill said from the back.
“A jest. You Midgardians are so uptight.” 
The tension in the room didn’t dissipate much. Coulson was adding some kind of note to his phone.
“It is settled then,” Loki broke the silence. “I shall become…” he grimaced as he said: “an Avenger.”
Thor rose from his seat violently. “HUZZAH!”
He yanked Loki to his feet and drew him in for his signature bear hug. Loki let out not the most dignified of yells.
“Thor, please, this is hardly something to celebrate,” Loki choked out. “Put me down.”
The others rose from their seats. “I’ll need that in writing,” Coulson said. “Then, we’ll give you a week to pack your things up and you’ll be moved to the new Avengers compound.”
Loki snapped his head. “A week?”
“And what about me?” you asked.
Coulson smiled. “We weren’t quite sure what to do about you. Loki taught you how to use magic, but you have no negative record of any kind. You have the potential to be dangerous but there’s nothing we can do, and frankly, I don’t think there is anything to do. You seem like a decent person to me. If you want to move in with Loki, you can, but your life will change drastically. You’ll have to sign about thirty NDAs, most of which are punishable by revocation of rights, imprisonment, or even death if broken.”
Sam and Clint left your home first, muttering amongst themselves on their way out. You and Loki signed a document, then the two agents excused themselves. 
“Welcome to the team,” Bruce said. A light fist bumped Loki on the shoulder. “See ya, Thor.”
Thor was the last to leave. He stayed, voicing his excitement. And you couldn’t help but be excited too. Loki, on the other hand, was still processing and mourning his decision. You did feel for him; he barely wanted to work with you initially and now he was going to work with a team, and some of these were the people whom he attempted to kill in New York.
The god of thunder took the three of you out to dinner as celebration. Loki grumbled every time his name and the word “Avenger” were used in the same sentence, but you were sure Loki appreciated Thor’s brotherly love and care. He kept Loki out of prison! Not just any prison, but interplanetary war criminal prison. Loki was certainly indebted to Thor. At the very least, he consumed his food and drink gratefully. 
When it was time to go, Loki did the unexpected. He pulled Thor in for a hug.
“Thank you.”
Thor rested his hands upon his brother’s back. “You are my little brother. I am always here for you.”
They broke apart.
“And I am glad that we will be fighting alongside each other once again,” Thor said with a grin.
Loki smiled back. The god of thunder gave you a swift hug, then with Stormbreaker he ascended to the skies to return to New Asgard.
Back in your own home the two of you settled down for the night. Your lover found a book to read, and you went to take a shower before bed. You gathered your night clothes and set them on the bathroom counter, leaving the bathroom door a crack open. It was just you and Loki here, you did not feel the need for privacy. After undressing, you stepped into the shower, turning the knob slightly to get that perfect temperature.
With the shampoo you lathered your scalp, massaging your skin. The water and bubbles cascaded down your head and body. You opened your eyes and jumped upon the sight of Loki in the shower with you.
“Ah!” you yelped. “Ow… you made me get shampoo in my eye.”
You began to rub your eye with the towel hanging over the shower wall hoping to abate the stinging.
“Allfather, you are a sensitive creature,” the god said.
“You scared me!” you retorted, unable to hide your smile.
Loki’s face mirrored your own, the corner of his mouth upturning. You let go of the towel and rinsed your hair and head of the product, white soapiness gathering around your feet and floating toward the drain.
“That better?” Loki asked.
“Yes, no more shampoo in my eye, thank you for nothing,” you teased.
“Perhaps I may make it up to you?”
You hummed. “And how’s that?”
Loki took the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands until they were thoroughly covered in suds. Then he raised them and began to clean you. He massaged your arms first, your back, your ass. You gasped as he took a generous handful and squeezed. A pleasurable tingle shot up your body. 
“How does that feel?”
“More like you’re seducing me than cleaning me,” you said with a sly smile.
“Can I not do both?”
“Of course you can,” you said, looking up at him.
You bit your lip and moved your palm to his half-erect penis. Instantly, he hardened, blooming like a flower. He kneaded your breasts with his soapy hands, staring into your eyes like it was a game, while you attended to his manhood. Your body began to submit to him; your nipples peaking, blush forming upon your skin, and breaths shuddering. No, you didn’t want him to win. He always won when you played these games. You removed his hands from your body, shifting to your knees so that your lips were level with Loki’s head. Fingers wrapped around his cock, you leaned forward and planted your lips atop it. 
Loki, usually composed, stiffened. His body blocked the majority of the water flow but occasionally a drop of water sprayed your face – also the shower was also a bit cramped. It was a little awkward, but having Loki submit to you and pleasuring him with your mouth was a gift well-worth putting up some discomfort for.
You brought him into your mouth, letting his shaft hit your tongue. Despite the water having cleaned the two of you, you already tasted the salty sensation of his pleasure beading at the tip of him. As you sucked him off, one of his palms buried themselves into your hair, tugging lightly. A jolt of electricity shot through your womanhood as he pulled your hair, reestablishing his power over you. You maneuvered your mouth and lips around him, feeling him grow harder with each ministration. He controlled the pace with your hair now in his hands, slowly but deliberately fucking your mouth, his hips rocking into you. 
Every once in a while you looked up to meet his gaze. Those bright green eyes never left your person – full of want, domination, and always: mischief. He took immense pleasure in the sight of you on your knees.
You sucked more vigorously, taking him deeper and deeper into you. He glided down your tongue and your hands made sure to grip him tightly as to let him know that he wasn’t going anywhere, not until he spilled his precious cum into you. The rocking of the god’s hips became faster and faster, the occasional sweet moan spilling from his lips indicating that your job was being completed satisfactorily. He fucked your face until his cock rumbled. Loki’s seed followed a low groan, shooting out in thick ropes into your mouth. He pulled himself away and grinned, watching as you swallowed his gift to you.
“I say we did a fine job of cleaning up, you especially. Thank you.”
Loki turned the knob for the shower to cease, grabbing a towel for himself and handing one to you. The two of you stepped out and began drying up, until Loki suddenly snatched you up and placed you on the bathroom counter.
You giggled. “What are you –”
“I relish the sight of your pretty lips wrapped around my cock. It is right where you are meant to be. But it was not enough; you look so delicious half-wet and naked, water droplets spilling down your breasts… It is maddening.”
His fingers touched your entrance. You flinched as the feeling of pleasure spread through you under his fingertips, then he pulled away. “So wet still. Did you enjoy pleasing me?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
He knelt down on the tile floor, spreading your knees and began to feast upon you. You placed your hands on either side behind you and leaned back. All of you became exposed, and Loki’s silver tongue lapped and flicked at you until you became a stuttering mess. You felt the sweet gates of release but then he stopped just before they would open.
Loki stood up, his cock fully erect again. Drops of water dripped from the ends of his hair and onto his chest, and you watched the rise and fall of his breast guide the drops downward. He reminded you much of the swimming hole under the waterfall back on Folkvangr, and how you could barely look him in the eye. You really stood no chance even back then, did you? How you wanted him.
And oh, always, did you indeed want him.
With naught warning but a kiss, Loki plunged himself into you. You moaned into his lips as his cock stretched you and began fucking you on the bathroom counter. It was messy, loud, rough, and a little slippery. Bottles of product crashed onto the floor, barely hiding your moans and pleas for release. Every time, he rutted into you as if it were the first, as if he was starved of sex for a millennia. It caused you to claw into his back and cry his name over and over, and you loved it. He filled you to the brim and then you clenched around him. The acoustics of the bathroom echoed your moans back and the floodgates released, as did his own. Some of you and him dripped onto the bathroom counter, evidence of the love you created.
Loki nibbled your ear and retracted himself.
“I may as well jump back in the shower after that,” you teased. But then you snapped your fingers. The counter as well and your womanhood instantly became clean of Loki’s seed.
“Don’t act like you didn’t love it,” he said slyly.
Now clean and dry, the two of you settled in for bed.
“How are you feeling after today?” you asked Loki.
“Uncertain. I am indebted to my brother for his actions to keep my freedom, but as for this Avengers nonsense…” he waved his hand irritably.
“I think you’ll be a great Avenger. Maybe they’ll even make you into an action figure.”
Loki scoffed. “I certainly hope not, most of those are cheaply made and do not resemble the hero they represent whatsoever. I would rather not look like my face is melting.”
You giggled. “Well, you’re not wrong there.”
The room fell silent. Loki returned to his book he’d been reading earlier before he came into the shower. You spent that time scrolling through your favorite social media apps on your phone, occasionally interrupting Loki’s read to show him a silly meme or some other post that caught your eye. Most of the time he just rolled his eyes or said nothing, every once in a while engaging with the content. It was a calm, pleasant evening, whiling away the hours of the night before sleep.
Loki shut his book and placed it on his nightstand. “I must say something.”
You looked up from your phone. “What’s that?”
He pierced your soul with those emerald green eyes of his. “Thank you.”
“For what?” you said, caught unawares by the sudden earnestness.
“My darling, for everything. When we first met I was such an ass. Little did I know my soulmate was brought to my doorstep. I assumed since you are naught but an earthling you were insignificant. But you extended me patience and compassion – things I did not deserve – in my time of struggle.”
“Naught but an earthling?” you said.
Loki cleared his throat. “I did not mean it like that, I –”
“I’m yanking your chain. I know what you meant. We’ll kick that superiority complex out of you one of these days.” You smiled.
Loki made a face and shook his head. “What I am trying to say is that you saved me. You have made me take a second glance at life.” He spoke your full name and your heart fluttered. “You… you are my everything.”
Tears welled in your eyes. “You didn’t have to thank me for all of that.”
“I’ve wanted to for some time now. Your kind soul has thawed my cold, Jotun heart and without you, I would not be here right now.”
You grabbed and pulled him in for a kiss. When you parted, you looked Loki in the eyes, smoothing a lock of his hair between your fingertips.
“I love you, Loki Odinson,” you said.
“And I you, mortal woman.”
“To add to your point, Thor helped, too. You wouldn’t be here without him either,” you said.
“Please do not ruin the moment by mentioning my brother. I am not trying to court him.”
You snorted, breaking out into a cluster of laughs. Loki looked as serious as the grave.
“Sorry,” you said, the last of your giggles letting out. Then your voice fell to a whisper. “Loki, I’ve never heard you refer to yourself as a Jotun… not like that.”
He shifted. “It is what I am.”
“I would like to see him again someday. I would like to see you.”
Suddenly, you felt a chill come over you. Where your skin touched his it grew icy cold and a shiver wracked your body. You watched as Loki’s pale, fair skin darkened to a deep, saturated blue. Ridges rose upon his forehead and arms like small canyons being molded into being; these were a slightly darker blue. The sapphire color spread throughout, disappearing through his hair and encapsulating every inch of him. Lastly, his eyes turned entirely red, with the iris and pupils dark as blood.
“Will tonight suffice?”
Your nerves reacted instantly, retreating your palm at the sudden cold feeling. You placed it on his cheek again and gazed upon the blue god of mischief. He was unequivocally beautiful. Staring into his eyes, you noticed a change in his demeanor. A hint of insecurity crossed his face along with doubt, uncertainty, and worry.
“You’re divine, Loki,” you said, looking deep into those ruby red eyes.
“Am I?” he asked, as if in disbelief. He looked about ready to crawl into a hole, or perhaps knock down the nearest vase.
“Yes. And I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.” You proved it to him with a deep and passionate kiss.
The sex was slow at first – deliberate and unsure, but over time as you made love the Loki you knew and desired took over. You cried in ecstasy under touches of icy yet burning hot, shivering for more reason than one. He enveloped you in all of him; the outcast jotun prince now redeemed and accepted. The two of you moved fervidly under the covers, finding release once again in the night.
The god of mischief and you, the mortal slept soundly that evening, nestled in close embrace. You felt protected, sated, and most of all - loved. Where once you wished you could get far, far away from Loki but could not, now it was nigh impossible to imagine a life where you were not at his side. The irony was not lost on you; fate is funny that way, particularly where it concerns gods and heroes.
Although you weren’t bound anymore by the constraints of the barbaric old magic born of fear, desperation, and loss; you, the human and he, the god of mischief forged a new bond – this one ever-stronger.
A/N: That's the end! Thank you so, so much everyone who has been a reader - either long-term or if you just found this story. This was a passion project of FOUR YEARS! There were bumps in the road: hiatuses taken, writer's block, life stress, but here is Bound, all finished. This is my first and only novel-length story I've written and I'm so happy I pushed through and this WIP is now a fully formed WORK! Thank you all for your patience with updates and your kind words and insights to the story.
I may write an epilogue but until/if then the story will be marked and treated as complete.
Thank you again, and I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing :)
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laxiflorum · 1 year
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It is that time of year once again! Happy International Fanworks Day! This year has been even busier than the last one so just another reclist (that might be late) from me this year. Hopefully next year will be different.
This year’s theme is when fandoms collide – my bread and butter, really. So, without further ado, this year’s IFD reclist:
Alex Rider (AR) × Rise of the Guardians (RotG)
Kindling Wonder by control of chaos Beautiful and incredibly uplifting. In most fics, Alex is quite jaded and hardened by the things he’s seen from being forced to grow up too quickly but this fic reminds us he can still be a child – he can still have hope and wonder, remember the good times, dream and have fun. Despite everything he’s been through, he can be the kid he should’ve been allowed to be.
Rise of the Guardians (RotG) × Avengers
Clashing with Legends by routavaurio The two source media are blended very well despite being rather different in tone. There’s humour but also seriousness, the characters feel true to themselves and the fight scenes are easy to follow. Even with a pretty large ensemble cast, everyone got their time to shine. There’s also a sequel, Mythical Intervention, and both fics are now also on AO3!
Winter Gods by avearia This starts off funny and lighthearted, gradually layering in plot and as of the latest chapter (20/02/2019), hints of horror building up to quite the cliffhanger. The worldbuilding is intriguing, with explanation for the discrepancies between Norse mythology and the MCU’s Asgardians as well as incorporating backstory from the GoC books.
Alex Rider (AR) × Harry Potter (HP)
Harry Potter and the Teenage Spy by Rod I don’t know how to describe this other than it is quite literally, when fandoms collide. See what I did there? …Sorry. The first instalment is set during ‘Deathly Hallows’: what if Alex (and Tom and Sabina) was/were in the café the Golden Trio escaped to after the wedding? After this, well, you know how Alex is – can’t leave anything alone, has to see things through no matter what, casually popping in to fuck shit up – no, really, this series is literally just Alex inserting his sassy self into Deathly Hallows. 😅
Of Wands and Stun Darts (And All the Things in Between) by tomaetotomahtoe This series is so sweet and Harry and Alex’s relationship is incredibly tender. The parallels are drawn between them in such a way that highlights the similarities in their personalities without making them carbon copies of each other. They’re so soft with each other – they’re also mutually pining away for each other 🤭. You’ll be giggling over these adorably silly boys.
Miraculous Ladybug (ML) × Avengers
What the Cat Dragged In by Kryal Tbh, I don’t really know what to say for this one other than it’s just… good. The way the world of Miraculous is viewed through the lens of an outside perspective is simply brilliant and the worldbuilding beyond what we see in canon is very clever. Adrien trying to figure out the physics behind the miraculous is just *chef’s kiss*. These two media were skilfully integrated and the characterisation is on point. Lastly, the tags – ‘the Avengers are not immune to cute’, they certainly aren’t! 😂😂😂
Undertale (UT) × Harry Potter (HP)
Under the Veil by poplasia I didn’t even know I needed this friendship until I read it. Sirius and Sans get on like a house on fire, the mechanics behind the magic are cleverly devised, the banter is hilarious and I can’t forget the puns.
Alex Rider (AR) × Artemis Fowl (AF)
Dead Man’s Party by thealphaaxolotl Post-canon strangers to friends to lovers!Alexmis featuring ‘oh my god they were roommates’, with your standard mutual pining as well as lashings of tension and angst.
Fairy Roses by crowprincess14 A short tearjerker as everyone deserves a little tragedy as a treat. It’s not specifically tagged as Alexmis but it’s definitely inferable. There are references to a canonical (but technically temporary) character death if you don’t read that. If you need comfort after this, there is a companion fic written by alexmis with a happy ending.
Alex Rider (AR) × Avengers
MI(6 Degrees of Separation) by mobilisinmobili Imo, anything written by Mobi is great. The source media go really well together and the characterisation feels natural. As always the worldbuilding is very well done, leaving a vivid impression of the gritty underworld espionage and crime both belong to.
Miraculous Ladybug (ML) × Undertale (UT)
Miraculous Tale by awkwardnarturtle This better fits the definition of a fusion than a crossover, honestly. The ML characters are effectively transposed into the world of Undertale without just feeling like an expy and everything comes together so well. Marinette and Chat’s relationship is delightful to read while the little hints of mystery here and there evoke that nostalgic eagerness to discover the game’s secrets.
Puella Magi Madoka Magica (PMMM) × Avengers
Incursio by Mr. Omelette The worldbuilding on the PMMM side has definitely influenced my own headcanons and the characterisation is rather fitting. Also, a family can be one American supersoldier displaced through time and two magical girls displaced across space.
Assassination Classroom (AssClass) × Boku no Hero Academia (BNHA)
Open Doors by NerdofSpades Another fusion for the list! This series masterfully blends the two universes together and Izuku’s character development takes an interesting turn as he is irrevocably shaped by the assassination classroom for the rest of his life.
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kayura-sanada · 2 years
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How Dark Road Destroyed the Last Vestige of Good KH Storytelling, or, alternatively, Why, As a Huge Fan of Birth By Sleep, the Kingdom Hearts Series Should Have Ended With Kingdom Hearts 2
So firstly, I will say that followers of my blog have seen me lose my mind to all of this before, and some of these followers have outright asked me to rant about this, so here I am. The summaries they've sent me (because I have no intention of losing hours of my life to this) were long, and since this is going to be long enough, I will only be referencing what they told me instead of posting it all, because... guys, it's a lot.
Obviously, there are going to be spoilers here. A lot of them.
I honestly don't know where to start, so I'll start where a couple of these summaries started: Xehanort's childhood.
First, I need to admit here that I don't care. Nobody needs to know the backstory of a character who has spent thirteen games torturing teenagers. But here we go.
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So Xehanort was a kid being raised on Destiny Islands - information we already had - but he was born in Scala ad Caelum. And his guardian was actually our player character from UX! Guys. This alone is going to be a long rant.
Firstly, again, let dead people stay dead. I don't know about anyone else, but I never expected nor wanted my character to show up in the storyline after UX. There's no need for that.
But! Apparently there is! Because my character, who has already been demoted to 'parental figure' - a position about as useful to the player character as it was to Sora's mother - had memories. And because Xehanort is so sensitive, he dreams those memories.
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Guys, this is so much, and it's all bullshit.
Suddenly the greatest contribution our player character can say to have given is helping make Xehanort evil. We are, after all, responsible for the source of information that leads Xehanort to the decisions he makes in the future. Our character exists just to accidentally screw over everyone in the future? Excuse me? May I just delete my damn character, then?
But also, let's dig into this 'sensitive heart' bullshit that Xehanort suddenly has. It's something he and "Baldr" (it's fucking Luxu, and of course Nomura thinks he's clever by naming him after the most well-known god of light in any pantheon, sigh, sorry but God of War is bringing out its second game, you are not going to use Norse mythology better than God of War, Nomura, shove off) apparently have, just like Sora. Only we've seen countless signs of Sora having a sensitive heart. There have been no signs whatsoever of Luxu or Xehanort having the same thing. Not once! Not once! But suddenly Xehanort is such a nice guy it left him vulnerable to falling to darkness.
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So really, he didn't fall to darkness because he wanted more power, or because he wanted to find out what happened during the Keyblade War to the point where he was all right killing Ven and Aqua and taking over Terra's body against his consent, oh no! It's not because he willingly made himself a heartless or studied hearts until he created nobodies out of himself and a bunch of innocent people, including children and young teens, oh no! And it certainly wasn't because he manipulated a fifteen-year-old into sending his world to darkness or trying to use said teen's body to kill his friends, oh no! It was because he is just too kind and sensitive to others' hearts.
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Now, ladies and gentlemen, I have spoken before on how obvious it is that Nomura likes Xehanort, but never in my life did I think I would see the day when he would take the characteristics that make up his main character and Gary Stu them into his fave. But here we are.
In fact, due to these changes, we ourselves, our own player characters, now exist as angst fodder for Xehanort. We exist for Xehanort's pain.
(And in fact they're talking about a game focusing on our player character, or something? So we really will exist for Xehanort, and our main story will be about how we affect him. Ugh.)
(Also, a prequel of a prequel? Please, someone stop Nomura.)
And it seems Ephemer also existed for Xehanort! Because now Xehanort has a lineage. And that always seems to happen when bad writers want to write stories that span generations, doesn't it? Everyone has to secretly be related to everyone else, because only a handful of people exist in the world, and only those descended from those people could ever be important or make history.
(And this makes me highly uncomfortable, thinking about how Ephemer randomly cameo'd in KH3. Is that now all about Xehanort, too?)
Not to be That Person, but the idea that someone is inherently meant to be an important hero, based on nothing more than their ancestor, only to fall to darkness because they have such a sensitive heart and were made vulnerable to the darkness... didn't Star Wars already do this better? With a character that hasn't been known as absolutely awful for over a decade, by the way.
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Just saying.
But sure! Luxu and Xehanort are both just so kind, so sensitive, that they fell to darkness. Because they were such good people. Being that good made their hearts weak to darkness, and that's why they fell. Sure.
(Again, nevermind everything they've done that would explain how they fell, or the goals Xehanort explicitly stated he had over the course of the games that also would explain why he fell. Nope! He did all of that because he was a good guy.)
In fact, of all the things he did, one was to save Ven from Vanitas. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, the thing we feared to be true really happened! Vanitas is an evil being of darkness, and Xehanort saved Ven by splitting them apart. In fact, the only reason he even went to Ven was because of those pesky, pesky dreams our main character accidentally gave him by being so close to his heart. (I just can't; this has never been a thing before despite Kairi's heart having been inside Sora's; Sora never remembered any of Roxas' or Ven's memories, Xion was somehow forgotten entirely despite being close to Axel and Roxas, but sure!!!! Sure!!!!)
So according to Birth By Sleep, Vanitas was a part of Ven's heart, and Xehanort even told him flat-out to use more darkness, then got rid of him because he didn't have enough, abandoning him to die on Destiny Islands, then siccing the very creature of darkness he'd created from Ven's heart back on Ven in order to create the X-Blade, but apparently! Apparently this was all for Ven's sake! He was saving Ven that day! He did it all to save Ven from Vanitas, even though he then sent Vanitas to attack Ven again! It's not a retcon at all! This! This is good storytelling!!!
And yes! This means that Vanitas is a two-dimensional creature of pure evil, because again! All darkness is bad! And all light is good! The best kind of storytelling!
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So how is it that we all know how amazing and special Xehanort is? Perhaps it was something so obvious that people knew when Xehanort was born and perhaps there was a prophecy about it!!!
A prophecy. No. Specifically, another fucking prophecy. And it's from the very useful Book of Prophecies, which included a story about a traitor that was absolutely accurate and not a self-fulfilling prophecy (do you get the pun??? DO YOU?!?!?!) clearly created by a hack writer who hadn't thought far enough ahead to choose who was going to be the bad guy! So the answer is 'nobody! Except darkness!'
But yes! Another prophecy! This time about the prophesized child who's going to unite the villages worlds and bring peace! (It's nothing like Naruto don't bother trying to compare.) And it turns out that everyone thought the person who became a villain was actually the prophesized child, but it was actually the main character all along! (Stop comparing; they're nothing alike.)
But in reality! Not only was Xehanort considered the child of prophecy and thus taken from Scala ad Caelum to Destiny Islands to protect him (Sleeping Beauty? What?), but he also acted out in order to fulfill the prophecy and bring peace!!
That's right! I was right in my previous rants; Xehanort opened Kingdom Hearts, destroying countless worlds and torturing and killing countless innocent people, all in order to save everyone!!! He sacrificed himself to open Kingdom Hearts so he could end the existence of Darkness (you know, that thing that exists in everyone's hearts, but is now also a race of thirteen Super Evil Creatures that have no feelings and are evil, this is nothing like KH2 don't compare) and bring peace to the World! Also Eraqus knew all about this, and though he felt like Xehanort's methods were too extreme, he swore to always be there to bring him back just like Axel did with Roxas and Xion but in a less interesting way and thus wasn't murdered but willingly sacrificed himself! Yeah!! That's it! Xehanort didn't actually kill his friend at all, he's such a good guy actually!!!
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So it was egregious enough that Eraqus chose to side with Xehanort at the end, thus ignoring everything Xehanort had done not just to him, but to his students he purportedly cares about, but now it turns out he was never really on his students' side at all! He was always on Xehanort's side, despite the huge fights and the blatant distrust and the animosity that seemed obvious in Birth By Sleep; no no!! Eraqus has always watched out for Xehanort (doing a bad job of that in the process, lol) and was apparently okay with being killed? Perhaps even went with it? Who knows, but yeah, solid friendship brotherhood whatever. (Or, as much of fandom sees it, romance. Have fun, guys; definitely not my cup of tea, but have at. Only fandom can fix this fustercluck.)
So really, with this all said and done, Xehanort has never been a bad guy! Ignore everything he did in previous games, because it was all due to his being super sensitive to others' hearts, just like Sora apparently but with absolutely zero foreshadowing, which led to him being vulnerable to outside forces, which is what darkness is, nothing to do with one's inner self or one's own emotions or goals or anything, no, darkness is an evil entity with its own mind, you can't help falling to it (unless you're Terra, fandom's still going to say Terra falling to darkness was all his own fault somehow). And everything he did was actually in sacrifice for the greater good! He's just so misunderstood, you guys. Really you should love and pity him.
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I have more to say about this bullshit but I am Tired and this should be enough of a rant to keep you all satisfied for now. This is so bad it's somehow worse than Kishimoto's writing.
Suffice it to say, Xehanort should not be suddenly made to be a good guy who's just misunderstood and has been Trying His Best. Darkness should not be a physical entity that exists as some evil boogeyman to erase all fault or responsibility from people who fall to darkness. Scala ad Caelum shouldn't exist. The reveal of Kingdom Hearst shouldn't have been so underwhelming. It's nothing more than a lead-in to more UX nonsense, ffs. Union X should never have existed. Hell, Birth By Sleep, in bringing such wonderful characters and in-depth, complex ideas about light and darkness, should never exist in the same universe as this bullshit. The storyline was only marginally cohesive through KH2; afterward it became a tangled mess. (Hell, KH2 tangled it quite a bit with Roxas, but at least that storyline reached a conclusion, too, with Roxas' and Namine's existences shown to match between Sora and Kairi.)
If Kingdom Hearts ended with KH2, it would have been remembered as a weird, interesting story with engaging characters and a fun plotline. Nothing deep, but a great experience nonetheless. Instead we have this - a storyline you can't follow logically and characters so twisted and contorted, not just around each other but around their own selves, that you can't straighten them out anymore. It's so bad. I officially gave up on Kingdom Hearts after the third game, but I am truly, honestly telling people that it's better to just step away from it entirely.
I might write my own version of Kingdom Hearts one day, but if I do, it will look nothing like the original, because I demand cohesion in my narratives.
To anyone still following Kingdom Hearts, good luck. You're going to need it.
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Do you even like Jon or just use Sansa as a self insert ?
I guess that's a question a lot of shippers get accused of, isn't it? Do you actually like both participants of a ship, or do you favour one in particular, romanticise them even, and thus self-insert with the other? And in the asoiaf fandom, I'm not unware of the fact this gets thrown around at Jon shippers especially... It's weird though. It's a strange accusation to make without knowing the individual shipper well, if you really think about it? Bottom line is, it's an assumption, right? And it's an assumption that goes nicely with you're a fake fan, whereas I'm a real fan. It's a neat way of devaluing someone else's viewpoint and interpretation of a story and its characters.
I know you're asking this in bad faith, as someone obviously not a fan of Jonsa... but for just a moment, I'm going to do you the favour of pretending you're a little bit better than that. So, since you asked, I'll answer. Do I even like Jon? Yes, I do.
He's one of my favourite characters, actually. You didn't ask for me to explain why, but I'll explain a little bit anyway. For one thing, my favourite setting in asoiaf is the north, because for me, there's a lot of parallels to Old Norse in the culture of the far north, the old gods, their legends and lore, etc. And that's my academic interest — I study Viking and Medieval Norse. Jon is very tied to the north, to the others, the old gods, to wargs and wolves, and wintery imagery, and I really like that. I like the complexity of his idealism, his honour, up against the harshness of that locale. Obviously, he's set up to be sympathetic as the bastard of Winterfell from the get go, but beyond that, I like him as a character because he is fundamentally decent, but isn't infallible — he can be rash, hot-tempered, snide, cold, etc. He's a hero, yes, but a complex one. A Byronic hero in many respects, particularly his connection to exile — when I say Byronic, I don't just mean the Brontës (Heathcliff, Rochester), I very much mean Byron's own heroes (e.g. Manfred), if not more so...
He goes on this disillusionment arc, this journey of self-reliance, all while he's still just a boy by our modern standards. And his story is up against this backdrop of dread, of the coming Long Night... a winter that will last years — all very evocative of the Fimbulvetr, which notably precedes Ragnarök. I really vibe with that, and I love that Jon's connected to that, that we see that build up through his eyes.
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Furthermore, for all that he's a begrudingly idealistic romantic at heart, there's also darkness and a very present melancholy to Jon. We see this in his recurring dreams of being down in the crypt, separate from the Starks, yet hinting at his true origins... I really love his dream passages. I enjoy the poignancy of his angst. The mystery of his birth, an unspoken tragedy waiting to be spoken. He's weighty. He's a weighty, complex character. And yet, he is good. And he tries. He perseveres. I think he really lives up to, and will live up to, Ned's words of "We may lose our heads, it's true… but what if we prevail?", which feels very evocative of the narrative ethos of LoTR, and in turn, a lot of Old Norse literature. So, I truly love Jon for that, for possessing that northern spirit, for being Ned's son in spirit, but also smarter, savier, less naive, etc. He learns and adapts. He's a fighter.
So, do I use Sansa as a self-insert? Funnily enough, no, I don't. Because that would suggest a lack of interest in her as her own character, which isn't the case. Also, um, I tend to prefer people to be closer to my own age range, if not a bit older. So, no, sorry, no self inserting to be with a teenager for me! That would be illegal. Maybe show Jon, sort of, the s6 man-bun era was a look... but then his character is so different and even then got butchered... so nah. That's just not the way I engage with the series, hate to break it to you.
The truth is, I love Sansa just as much as I love Jon. And I love what they could be together. I love the literary references they evoke for me, whether they be intentional or not. I love what they could mean for a story so seemingly steeped in despair. Two romantics, prevailing, despite the obstacles. Now, you can turn your nose up at that all you want, as is your right. I definitely dislike a number of other ships in this fandom, but the difference between us is I don't go on anon to bother their shippers. I don't insert myself into their space. Ha, get it! I don't even post about the stuff I don't like. I just post the stuff I do like, which is Jonsa. And weirdly, I hadn't even posted anything Jonsa or Jon related prior to your anon... so someone's been purposely looking for trouble, haven't they? Dearie me.
But hey, happy holidays to you, anon! Life's too short to be getting riled up about ships you don't like... I'd say go touch some grass, but it's snowing where I am. Snow and Jon Snow. I love them both.
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lostinthe-jojos · 3 years
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Being Baji’s childhood friend
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❥A/N: Ooof I had to write this. It’s just fluff and angst. This just pure platonic/friendship relationships.
❥This is a repost from my old blog.
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How about being Baji’s childhood friend who moved away when they were 12 and only went back to Japan at 25?
Having moved to Japan when you were 6 because of a job offer one of your parents had, ending up being friends with him after he chased off a bunch of older kids who were being mean to you at the park.
6 year old him is beyond ecstatic to find out his new friend lives right next door! He quickly introduces you to his mom and demands to meet your parents.
Luckily for you, your parents are happy to babysit you both whenever his mom is busy and vice versa. You basically grow up together, and he tells you about this friend of his who is shorter but kicks ass.
You decide that you prefer to spend time in his room, because that’s were the cats are.
As you grow older, he tells you about his other new friends and how cool they are and how he wants you to meet them.
You were low-key scared when you saw Ken, or “Draken” as he called himself, finding his appearance quite imposing. His other friend, Kazutora, looked friendlier but still scared you a bit. The other three seemed quite normal but you find Mikey to be a pretty weird kid.
You end up hanging out with them more than you initially thought, and find out how wrong you were about them when you first met.
The day you are helping them take a picture as the founding members of their gang, is the day you find out you’re moving away again.
You tell Baji that same night, and tell him that you’re leaving in two weeks.
Both of you are sad but choose to be optimistic, promising to write every week and keep in touch until you meet again.
The week prior to your departure, he manages to convince your mom to adopt this tiny kitten you had been nursing back to health, a calico cat named bibimbap.
He promises to visit you by the time he’s 16.
At some point he stops writing and you wonder what happened but never found out.
When you turn 25, you move back to Japan after accepting a job offer, and move near the building you used to live at. Perhaps in hopes of finding out about Keisuke but the old Baji household now belongs to someone else.
You decide to leave it that way, perhaps is for the better.
As you were looking for a vet for your beloved cat, a norse forest called Blini, you met Chifuyu, who loved your cat and who your cat seemed to love.
Soon, rather than being just his client you become his friend and find yourself hanging out at his pet shop and after work.
His employee looks familiar but you can’t quite tell why. It doesn’t help that he barely ever talks to you.
Months later, he sporadically tells you about a friend of his, how they were going to run the shop together and how they used to feed stray cats in their teenage years.
You tell him about your old friend and how he used to leave his window open for cats to come in and about this cat you left with your parents that the two of you had nursed back to health.
When you pull out a photo of a 12 year old you and Baji holding a small cat, he freezes for a moment.
“I moved to another country days before they founded the gang” you told him “We wrote each other for a few years, but one day he stopped”
“I… I knew him” he said “we used to live in the same building”
“Really? What a coincidence! And to think I could’ve met you too back then! Do you know what happened to him? I tried to reach out to his mom but they seem to have moved” you were excited, thinking that maybe you could have your heartwarming reunion with your childhood friend.
Kazutora was there, listening to the whole conversation and turned to look at Chifuyu with a panicked expression on his face.
“He—um…” Looking at Kazutora, he decided to change the subject “You knew the founding members? So you knew Kazutora?” he said and nodded in his direction.
The other man panicked but tried to stay as visibly calm as possible.
“I hadn’t recognized you” he said, waving at you “What had you been up to?”
Both really tried to listen to you and the quick recap of the last 13 years, but each time you mentioned Baji, they shared a knowing look, until Kazutora decided to stop you and told you the whole truth, everything that had happened since you had left.
“I—I need to go” you said, with tears in your eyes and leaving in a rush.
You heard them calling your name but you ignored them, running faster and faster.
You were sad and angry. Why didn’t anyone have the decency to tell you anything? They could have tried writing to you! All those years you thought that your best friend had moved on and forgotten about you. You remembered how you even had thought that he would surprise you on your 16th birthday and cried at the thought of him never getting to celebrate his 16th birthday.
Two weeks passed until you visited the pet shop again. You apologized to the two of them for your reaction and thanked them for telling you the truth.
Kazutora felt like crying, thinking how he didn’t deserve your forgiveness. You noticed this and assured him that he had done nothing wrong.
As the 31st of October was arriving, they took you to visit his grave and there you met with the other ToMan founding members.
Chifuyu had told them about you and everything that had happened and upon seeing you Draken was the first to bow and apologize to you.
You spent the evening telling stories about Baji and eating Peyoung yakisoba.
At some point, everything was too much for you and you started to cry, sad, for having lost your best friend and relieved to know that he had found himself such good, kind hearted friends.
Freaking out, Chifuyu gently patted your back, making you laugh in response.
“I’m just happy to know he found himself such a wonderful family” you said wiping your tears away with a handkerchief Mitsuya had handed to you, smiling fondly at them.
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Dúfa (Part Ten of "The Bad Guy")
Title | Dúfa
Series | The Bad Guy (Part Ten)
Summary | Y/N is the new member of the Avenger’s team and is slowly adjusting to life as Tony’s secretary/assistant. She is also an ex-Hydra slave training to be an Avenger. She has grown quite close with the frowned-upon team member, Loki, and everyone fought her when she accepted his offer for a bookstore date. After a successful date at the bookstore, they return to the headquarters. Haunted by her past, she finally breaks down and tells Loki. How will he react?
Pairings | Loki x Y/N, Steve x Bucky, Peter P. x Unnamed Boy
Genre | Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Story Warnings | Bullying (maybe?), Yelling, Mentions of Y/N’s past, Vomit
Series Warnings | Cursing, Mental Illness (Depression, anxiety, PTSD, etc.), sex, explicit sex, drinking, possible drug use, mentions of LBGTQ+, subtle and not-so-subtle homophobia, tell me if you see more.
Translations | dúfa – Dove – Old Norse
Author's Note | I’ve changed a few things about my story intro setup. As you can see, I’ve added a genre tab to label fics as smut, fluff, angst, and more; as well as one for translations.
Also, I would like to announce that this is my 100th post on Tumblr!
This story takes place in a perfect universe where Nebula snapped instead of Tony, and Thanos is dead. Everyone else is alive, and all is well. Peter Parker is openly bisexual. AKA: This is how Marvel SHOULD have gone.
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Loki insisted on opening the car door for me, showing me that perhaps deep down, there was a gentleman within him.
I stepped out into the sun and looked up at his face, immediately blushing under his gaze. Nervously, I reached for his hand, and he stared at it for a long while before grabbing my hand and holding me closer than expected.
I bit my lip to hide my grin before we were walking into the building and passed the security check-in.
The elevator was awkward. Me, Loki, and Bruce all stood in silence while Loki and I kept exchanging glances like that of lovesick teenagers.
When the doors slid open, I noticed two things immediately.
1. Everyone was in the living room and staring at us.
2. Bucky was on Steve's lap, and it was ridiculously cute.
I gulped as we stepped out into the open and the room went quiet. Everyone's eyes flickered from me to Loki, and our entwined hands.
"Heya Y/N. Mr. Loki." Peter said cheerfully, always being the best at breaking awkward tension. "Did you get good books?"
Loki held up the bags of books he insisted on carrying. "We did."
While Loki's voice was neither nice nor rude, his face looked decently polite. I squeezed his hand and he peeked down at me, even daring to smile.
He started pulling me down the hallway towards the library as Peter continued telling Tony and Steve about a boy he was going on a date with. I almost asked to stay and listen to him, to encourage him, but when I looked into Loki’s eyes, I melted.
I knew Peter, Steve, and Bucky dealt with awful people in the public regarding their sexualities. Tony told me that once Peter was jumped and beat up a few days after the public found out that their friendly neighborhood Spiderman was bisexual. Bucky and Steve were called names every time they went out together. They’d begun having dates at private places where no one could bother them.
But I had no time to let my thoughts wander before we were turning into the library entrance. Loki still held my hand, which gave me butterflies in the pit of my stomach, while he pulled me over to the couch we usually sat on.
He used to sit in the chair but ever since that day I had an interaction with Steve, he’s sat next to me on the couch. He always sat as far on the opposite side as he could. Loki was an enthusiastic fan of personal space. Even now, with our interlocked fingers, there was at least a foot between us.
Again, he sat on the other end, and placed the bag of books in between us, starting to sort through what was his and what was mine. While I desperately wanted to move the bag and get closer to him, I held back, wondering if maybe it was a trauma thing from the brainwashing, or childhood experiences.
I made a mental note to ask Thor.
“I had fun,” I whispered, reaching for my Stephen King book, Carrie.
He looked at my face, and a soft grin stretched across his thin lips. “So did I,”
“I could probably convince Tony to let this happen more often since you did behave.” He chuckled. “Maybe I could even convince him to drop Bruce.”
He met my eyes again, his face soft, but blank. He only nodded, and then sat back with his book, crossing his legs, and falling back into a gentle silence. I watched him for a moment, not caring that he knew I was staring.
He’d caught me a few times before, never seeming offended, just merely curious. I had been warned repeatedly that Loki was a selfish, arrogant, cocky creature that only cared about himself and his rise to power. But since knowing him, I’d never seen those things. He was quiet, shy even; timid.
I wondered how they saw him as anything less than what he was, a god.
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“Weak,” Bucky spit once he had me pinned against the ground again. “You make the same moves over and over Y/N; you’re predictable. If we let you into the battlefield, the only thing we’d bring back is a body bag.”
I huffed, sitting back up and glaring at him.
“I’m trying, okay?”
“You’re distracted. You’re fighting with your hands, but not with your mind.” He knelt next to me, handing me my water bottle and a cold rag.
I sighed, wiping my face down and taking a big drink.
“Talk to me,” Bucky said, rubbing my shoulder. “Where’s your head at?”
“I’m fine. I’m here.” I tried standing up to train more, but Bucky pushed me down back and shook his head.
“Y/N…” I groaned, sitting back on the matt, and looking up at his face. “I heard Tony and Fury talking.”
His head tilted.
“About Loki,”
“Ahh…”
“Stark wants to send him back to Asgard.”
“What does Fury want?”
“That’s the thing. Fury wants to make him an Avenger, officially.” Bucky still didn’t seem to understand why I was so worried, so I continued. “If they give him the option between becoming an Avenger, and going home… He’ll go back to Asgard.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.”
I tilted my head in confusion, and he said, “Before, maybe. But before he had no reason to stay. And now I’d say he does. He’d stay for you, I think.”
“Bucky there’s no way I have enough impact on him to come to that conclusion.”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And I’ve seen the way you look back at him. We all have. Why do you think we’re so worried about you?”
I laughed, and he stood, offering me his hand.
“Still, the opportunity to be home? Back with his mother? In the place he’s grown up in. I wouldn’t turn that down if I were given the option and had such a castle as my childhood home.”
“You never did tell me about your childhood,” Bucky mused, walking ahead of me.
I froze.
“Now that I think of it, you’ve never told me anything about you.” He turned. “Y/N? You okay?”
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, yes, I’m fine. I’m just uhm, I need to use the restroom.” I all but ran from the gym, barely making it to the restroom in time to vomit.
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I wiped the tear away, feeling slightly pathetic for crying. But going through Hydra files about me always made me cry. Though they weren’t really about me. Sure, it was my body that did all these things, but it wasn’t me.
I hadn’t told anyone on the Avengers about my past as the Grim Reaper. Hell, I hadn’t told anyone. And the only person who knew about my time in the Red Room was Fury, and he promised to keep it out of all the records. No one was to ever know who I was.
I jumped when I heard a knock at my door and wiped my face, sniffling and composing myself enough to yell, “Who is it?”
“It’s me.” Loki’s golden voice yelled back.
I closed the files and my computer, shoving them to the side so I could slide my jacket on and stand to get to the door. I opened it, and Loki looked at me through his long lashes. He held two mugs, one with tea and one with chocolate. He grinned at me.
“You did not show at the library.”
“I honestly didn’t think you’d notice.”
Loki’s face dropped, and for the first time, he looked sad.
“Of course, I noticed. May I come in?”
“Sure.” I opened the door and stepped out of his way as he handed me my mug. It steamed as I blew on it lightly.
He strolled in, appearing to glance around the room in a slow, judgmental fashion. I wondered if it would be of his approval, but he said nothing, just sat carefully on the very edge of my bed, as if he was scared to break it.
He glanced at the stacks of papers and then at me, “Hydra files?”
“I was just peaking through some old missions. Tony said they may let me go on a small one next month if I keep up with training.”
“That’s good.”
I sat in the middle of the bed, crossing my legs and laying a pillow in my lap to rest my hot mug on. A long, silent second passed before he spoke again.
“James called me.”
“Bucky,” I corrected, and he grinned.
“Bucky called me.”
“That snitch,” I whispered, making him smirk with a glint of mischief in his beautiful emerald eyes.
“I would not quite say that. He did not give me very much information but told me to check on you.”
“You’re not here because I didn’t show at the library.”
“Well, I had planned to ask you about it there, but when you didn’t show, I figured I would come to you. ” I grinned, sipping my hot chocolate carefully. “What happened during training?”
“Nothing,”
“Y/N… It was not'nothing'. You ran and vomited and haven’t come out of your room all day. For an extrovert, that is quite odd.”
“I’m not an extrovert!”
“Of all the things I just said, that is what offends you? You are worse off than I thought.” I nudged his arm, rolling my eyes.
“I had some anxiety. I’m fine.”
“About what?” I took a deep breath. “Against contrary belief, you can trust me, Y/N.”
“I know.” I nodded. “I do trust you. More than anyone here. This just… this is something I’ve never told anyone. And I haven’t said it out loud in so many years, I’m not sure that I can.”
“Then show me.”
I gulped and reached for the Hydra files, handing them to him. He looked at the cover a minute before peaking at me while he opened them. He glanced over the page about the Grim Reaper, and then over the pages about the Red Room.
“I have never heard of him. Was he a soldier?”
“She was who Hydra sent when the soldiers couldn’t finish the job.” I met Loki’s eyes and his face dropped.
“Oh. Oh.”
I gulped, staring down at my steaming mug and not speaking, afraid I would cry. That was the last thing I needed, for Loki to see how weak I was.
Silently, he flipped through the pages for a moment.
“Does Stark know?”
“No one knows. Fury knows about the Red Room, but that’s it. Bucky knows I was there, but he never asked any questions. No one knows the Reaper even exists. I’m the only person with these files, I stole them when I left Hydra.”
“What does Hydra think happened?”
“According to Hydra, the Grim Reaper died in an explosion during the failed assassination of Canada’s prime minister.”
Loki set his mug down on my nightstand, and then the files next to it, crawling over to me. I continued to stare down at my chocolate until he put his index finger beneath my chin and forced my eyes to his. My lip trembled and then he wrapped his arms around me.
“They are never going to hurt you again sweet dúfa. I won’t let them.”
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There is Good in the Dark
Chapter 2---Ever Had an Itch?
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Peter shifted nervously, eyes glancing around in suspicion as he pulled his hood tighter over his head and adjusted the bag looped over his shoulder. His hair had been on end all day, leaving him horribly tired and weary as he'd scoped out a few SHIELD buildings. Tony had said that he'd be doing the same for Squadron Tower, and the teenager had believed him, but he'd seen the billboards while he'd been swinging around the city.
'Elusive Supervillain Iron Man Strikes Against the Squadron Supreme in Manhattan!'
Because of course he'd gone after the Squadron. Peter wasn't sure if the fight had been intentional or not, but it still irked him that the older villain hadn't invited him. He could have helped! He was a great fighter--and didn't Tony trust him?
Peter shook himself, crinkling the plastic bag clutched in his hand nervously as he glanced around once more before slipping down the steps of a boarded off subway station. The stairway quickly faded to dusty darkness that would've stumped anyone else but the teenager peered through easily, icy blue eyes glowing in the shadows.
Every footstep was an echo as the teenager stepped over to a dusty, broken down subway train. Only the front of the train and half a carriage were visible from the tunnel. Windows were broken and paint sprayed in illustrative colors that had worn down from the years in the dark. The door to the head of the train was hinged open into its dark, cramped world.
Peter stepped through, grabbing the lever and pulling it down. When he let go it snapped back up, the base of it glowing blue. Peter stabilized himself, shifting on his feet, as the ground underneath him lit up in a bright blue circle. It twisted with a click, shifting and circling down until the train had disappeared and the teenager stood in a cylindrical high tech elevator. It was the color of bleached bones.
The teenager stepped out of the elevator the moment the doors slid open, finally allowing for his hood to fall off in the safety of his home. Well, more of a secret lair, but it was home to Peter nonetheless. For years with his dad.
"Play it again," echoed a voice only his enhanced ears could hear.
Speaking of.
He tiptoed through the halls of his and Tony's underground mansion, searching for where the man was. There was a lot to search. Most of the home shared the same bone white walls and floors, and he always had to screw up his eyes after a few hours at the brightness of it. Arc reactor blue lights lined the shiny pillars and doorways rather than traditional light placement. All in all the place was eerie, not at all homie, but it was still home.
Following the uneven heartbeat of his dad and the muttered muses of discontentment, Peter finally came across the room Tony was in. He stood in front of a wall of holograms, arms crossed and back straight. His leg tapped like it always did when he didn't understand something.
"Again," Tony ordered, unaware of the kid padding up behind him. Peter glanced at the screen disinterestedly before stopping and staring at the figures displayed on it, his eyes narrowing in confusion. It was all of the world's most wanted, save for him and Tony of course, but--weird. Peter didn't really have words to describe them. Stupidly bright, maybe? Clearly, Tony was having the same problem. "Ever had an itch you just can't scratch?"
"I cannot itch, sir, but watching you refuse to sleep is a close second," Friday responded humorously. Peter smiled, but refrained from laughing, placing a finger to his lips and glancing at the ceiling. Thankfully, the AI didn't say anything.
"Keep the attitude up and I'll give you an itch," Tony warned playfully. "Slow the recording down and play--"
"ATTACK!!!" Peter screeched, shooting up from behind Tony and grabbing him in a mock chokehold. The man froze with a rather unvillainous yelp, practically jumping as he shook the kid off and swung around, a gloved hand shooting out. The teenager grinned as Tony went from tense to practically drooping with relief.
"Kid."
"Hey, Dad. How was the Squadron?"
"Peter, please. I have a heart condition."
He stepped forward, shouldering the older man playfully. "I'm not the one who attacked Earth's defenders today."
"I didn't plan on it."
"Didn't really look that way."
"Well, I didn't," Tony protested. He glanced down at the plastic in Peter's hand. "What's with the bag?"
"Oh." Peter glanced down, lifting it higher. "Dinner! I got Japanese. From a place across from the newest SHIELD hideout."
"Did anyone see you?"
"Nope."
"Great."
Tony ruffled his hair, and Peter ducked away with a displeased grin, dashing towards the table that held Tony's headpiece in the middle of reconstruction, clearly having been damaged during his fight today. The boy set the food down, taking out the cartons of fried rice and the sushi. Tony grabbed his own box, picking up a pair of chopsticks and twirling them around elegantly.
"How'd you pay for this?"
Peter stuffed a piece of sushi in his mouth with his fingers. Tony scrunched his nose up at him in playful disgust. "I took your card."
"No stealing?"
"From a local business? We're villains, not bastards."
Tony laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you act like one. Don't eat sushi with your hands,  you absolute animal."
"I can't figure the chopsticks out! They're too complicated."
"Oh, so you can build a bomb to escape SHIELD when you're ten but you can't eat sushi right?"
"That about sums it up, yeah," Peter quipped, taking a sip from a Gatorade he'd grabbed from a bodega. Tony rolled his eyes humorously. "So what's with the video? Is the Captain joining the US military or something?"
"He does look it," Tony agreed. "But not as far as I know. You know that red stone Mr. Sorcerer-From-Another-Universe has?"
"Uh, yeah? We've been trying to get it for months, Dad. I know what it is."
"Just checking." Peter stuck his tongue out at Tony, who blew a raspberry in response. "Anyway, I hit that thing earlier. It did this."
His adoptive father nodded his head toward the screen. The footage backed up and allowed Peter to watch the recording from the suit as Tony's repulsor blast hit Beck's glowing palm, the red waves that split the sky bursting from it, and the changes that fizzled between the waves. Peter squinted at the screen as the video came to a close.
"What do you think it means?" Peter asked, turning towards the man, who had focused in on the video once more, his face deceptively calculating.
"That's the itch," he pointed out, staring at the screen for another moment. "Quiz Time." Peter groaned, stuffing another piece of sushi in his mouth rebelliously. "Relax your teenage angst, kid, it's not bad. Hulk?"
"Radiation experiment gone wrong," he said immediately as if reading off a flashcard. "An attempt on what made the Captain, well, the Captain, by Bruce Banner. Dr. Banner's gone now that the Hulk's overtaken him. He's not smart, less wanted for villainy and more the destruction he causes and what he can provide militaries. Danger level: High."
"Black Widow."
"Superspy gone rogue. SHIELD tried to contain her but she killed every agent sent her way. No known motives but can take down countries overnight. Danger level: High."
"The Falcon."
"Deranged war hero. Was sent on an unknown suicide mission with his friend, he survived and the friend didn't. Motives are mostly against US military missions--good for him--and warmongering politicians. Danger level: Medium."
"Thor."
"A badass."
Tony gave him a look. "Try again."
Peter sighed. "A Norse God thrown out from his home with a super cool hammer. No known motives, likes to start shit. Danger level: Super-mega-ultra high."
His dad rolled his eyes with a crooked smile. "Hawkeye."
"A circus runaway. SHIELD attempted to recruit him but he betrayed them. Targets SHIELD, gangs, and wherever he can get a quick buck. Danger level: Meh."
"And the Captain."
"The creation of Howard Stark and Dr. Abraham Erskine. He was meant to be the Allies' savior, but he defected to Hydra. He ended up frozen in ice for like a million years before being thawed out by SHIELD and breaking away from Hydra. There's only been three confirmed sightings of him over five years. No known motives. Danger level: High."
"Good job, you passed. Barely."
"Barely!?"
Tony raised an eyebrow at him, waving a finger accusingly. "Stop fanboying over Thor. He could kill you in an instant."
"Pshh. I could take him."
"No you couldn't."
"Or I could just woo him into being my new dad. It worked with you."
Tony gasped, placing a hand over his arc reactor. "You little--" He cut himself off, fake offended. "You're a little shit, I hope you know that."
"I know, Dad," Peter laughed, bumping into him gently. Tony rolled his eyes, graciously pulling the teenager into a half-hug. "So, what are we gonna do about Fashion's Most Wanted?"
"I've got a theory. And a plan."
"Really. A whole plan?"
"Ehhh, 12% of a plan."
Peter huffed, "Fun. When do we start?"
    A dark figure was crouched, held tight against a building. A deep black and red shield was clenched on their arm, its shine the only thing visible in the night. Steve Rogers was a professional of stealth, accustomed to the ebony and arctic of the night.
Footsteps echoed in the emptiness of the building, and Steve tensed by the doorway where he was flattened against the dark bricks, his shield at the ready. A shadow in the night, he stood completely still until a figure stepped innocently through the door. Quick as a rattlesnake and silent as a mouse, he struck.
The man toppled. Steve caught him before he thudded to the ground, dragging him across the dirty cement and slipping the SHIELD agent behind a dumpster. He didn't bother to tie him up. Steve knew he'd be quick enough.
The Captain shifted through the doorway, every footstep light, and into the dusty light. As best he could, the soldier stuck to the shadows, thankful for the way the lights dimmed and flickered. The SHIELD building was old, but its information invaluable. The thought of what he might find spurred him forward to where the hallway was even brighter.
People were in that hallway. Two. They talked importantly, voices low, towards Steve. He ducked behind the doorway and out of the yellow light that shone from the hall, drawing his shield off of his forearm with a metallic sheen. He took a step forward, his maroon boot interrupting the golden light and the women's conversation.
They froze, looking up at him in terror before drawing guns from their hips. They didn't catch more than a glimpse of him before he'd thrown the shield. It bounced off the floor and zoomed around the ceiling. The dark red and black took the light with it as it shrouded the hallway in darkness. It returned to Steve seamlessly.
"We know you're there," came a voice. "Show yourself."
Silent, he threw the shield again. There were two thuds against the ground.
Steve dashed through the hall. And he brawled through the building.
Every hallway was the same. Agents, unaware and caught by surprise, left in the darkness and alone as he took the cameras out with his shield as well. Bodies dropped, gunshots flew, and in every room Steve was left unscathed. His reputation--the myth, a whisper, unknown--was well earned.
In barely six minutes, every floor had been cleared. Almost every floor.
The Captain slipped into the hallway of the last floor, leaving the dark and chalky stairway behind. The hallway itself was almost as dark as the stairwell, save for the light that trickled from underneath a closed door. He stalked closer, footsteps light and shield outstretched threateningly. He stopped outside the door and waited, listening to the murmured voices.
"...what was with that energy surge in New York?"
"Nobody knows. News cameras were wiped, all they showed was Iron Man wreaking havoc."
"Smart. A controlled narrative. Then again, that's all the world is now," snipped a voice. Steve furrowed his brows, searching for where he recognized it, but nothing was found. "Any news on the kid?"
"He's been at the fake SHIELD bases in New York, but the illusion's only been up for a few weeks. All things considered, he's been pretty tame. No burglaries or break-ins like the other 'villains.'"
"He knows?"
"We broke free," the woman responded as an answer. Her voice was familiar too.
"We weren't on Earth when it happened," the man argued.
"But the illusion still doesn't affect us while we're here."
"Well, at the very least, whatever happened effects him less than the others."
Steve's thoughts were racing, confused and trying to keep up with uncontextualized conversation. Illusion? Not on Earth? And what kid? Most strangely, his heart gave a painful tug at the mention of Iron Man, and he didn't know why. It almost hurt. Scratch that, it did hurt.
The super soldier shook his head, breaking free of the thoughts. His eyes flashed icy blue. He just had to get what he'd come here for and leave... What had he come here for? He furrowed his brows. There'd been a reason, he remembered he'd cared a lot about it, but now that he was here--the Captain was strangely lost.
He took a step back, hesitated, and then barreled through the door.
The metal hinges crunched underneath his force, creaking and groaning loudly but unable to cover the sound of guns clicking to action. He raised his shield to his face, crouching behind it for a moment as gunfire rained, clinking off of the metal harmlessly. There was a panicked yell of, "Fall back, Fury!!"
Steve threw his shield in the direction of the yell, diving behind a pile of crates at the familiar motion of the vibranium jumping from his forearm. It bounced with a schwing! knocking down the woman and zipping back to him. It sliced into a crate just above him, and he plucked it off of the splintered wood.
A gun cocked. Steve dared a glance around the crates.
The man was tall, dark, and intimidating. The way he held himself told Steve all he needed to know about what he could do, forcing him to duck behind the crates again in caution. He readjusted his shield with two thoughts: This man is dangerous, and, This man is familiar.
He didn't appreciate either of them.
"Steve?" the man dared, his voice hard. "If that's you I swear to God when we get out of this I'm taking that shiny shield of yours."
Steve hesitated. "You know me?"
"Yeah. You know me?"
His eyes flashed blue. His voice turned robotic. "You're Nick Fury, head of SHIELD. Tyrant do-gooder."
"Sure. I'll take it. Do you know who you are?"
The blue in his eyes dimmed to its natural darker color, warm instead of icy. Confusion, but not quite realization. "The Captain. And I'm here for something, so if you don't mind--"
"I mind," Fury interrupted. "What are you doing in Ireland, Rogers?"
"A mission."
"On what?"
"None of your concern," he answered shortly. He wished he knew.
"See, I think--"
Steve didn't think anymore. He swung out an arm and his shield flew off. There were gunshots, slowing the shield off of its course as Fury dived. The soldier jumped, gripping the shield as it bounced back, landing atop Fury. He buried a heavy foot on the man's leg, holding his shield out, ready for the fire of Fury's gun pointed upward.
Fury licked his lips. His words serious, his tone daring. "Are you gonna kill me, Rogers?"
The Captain stared down, his eyes narrowed. Killing Fury would be logical. SHIELD was his enemy. SHIELD was the enemy. All the missions, all the years spent fighting and tracking--the Director of SHIELD was the endgame... Wasn't he?
Fury took his silence as an answer.
"If you are, I'd hold off for a minute." The man nodded towards his left. Steve glanced.
There was a screen, portraying Iron Man, a bright explosion behind him. The video shifted, waves of red and blurred figures hidden from clear view. He squinted. Another tug, confused and--
Lonely.
"We're counting on you, Rogers."
"You shouldn't."
Against everything he'd ever known, Steve stepped off the man, lowering his SHIELD. Fury opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was, he didn't stick around to find out. The only traces that Steve had ever been there was an open window on the seventh floor and the two high-level SHIELD personnel he'd left alive for some reason still unknown to him.
    A duffel bag thumped against the floor next to a cheap hotel bed. The springs of the mattress creaked as Steve sat down on it, running a hand through his tussled, damp hair and clicking on the news on the fizzled old television. The shower had been refreshing, but not relaxing. There were still so many questions left unanswered, leaving the man more exhausted than he'd ever been. His whole body ached with confusion and that haunting feeling of loneliness that had tugged when Iron Man had been mentioned.
The feeling had died down some since he'd escaped from the SHIELD base a few hours ago, but it had yet to be smothered, and despite how much it hurt, Steve was grateful.
He didn't know how long exactly, but everything had felt murky for a while. Distracting. Foggy clouds of muddled memories and feelings and motivations. Why had he gone to that SHIELD base? Why did he go to any SHIELD base? Why did he let Nick Fury go? Why did he avoid his home in favor of destroying people and places he didn't know?
There were answers, but they weren't the ones that he wanted.
He went to SHIELD bases because they were the enemy, Hydra had taught him that. And he didn't go back to Brooklyn because the entirety of the United States was prepped to kill him. But why?
Why be loyal to Hydra? Why hurt others who didn't deserve it in the slightest?
His head told him everything Hydra had ever told him, his life had ever told him, about loyalty and values and justice--but his gut said different.
"...another warrant and surge of military power has been shifted to deal with the threat of Iron Man," commented a news reporter, catching the soldier's attention. Steve looked up from where his face had been pressed into his clamped hands to stare at the television. The pang that had been fading gave another strong tug as a picture of Tony Stark was flashed on screen. "This comes just after the villain's most recent attack on the city of New York and the world's mightiest heroes, the Squadron Supreme."
Steve almost laughed. The public worship of the Squadron Supreme never failed to amuse and baffle him. Their name was particularly dreadful.
"Mysterio, also known as Quentin Beck, Earth's resident sorcerer from another realm, assured the public in a call with the White House earlier today, that in response they will take more whale methods to assure this detrimental threat is taken care of. Here is a clip of that call."
The screen changed. In the middle was black, ready for the transcript of the call, while on either side of the screen sat the dignified faces of the president and the sorcerer.
"As the head of the Squadron Supreme," the president started. "What are your plans to fix this blight on our peaceful American ideal?"
"Certainly the team is still conferring, as we don't operate on just one view, but the general consensus is to get to Stark before he can start attacking anywhere or anywhere else."
"Will that work?"
"It will," Beck assured. "My team is the best there is, and Stark is barely anything. We've been holding back, trying to exercise some tolerance and take him in so that he may face the justice of your great world, but I believe we've reached the point where his danger is too great and there can no longer be any doubt on taking him out." Steve's eyes narrowed in anger. He paused, confused at the defensive response, before shaking his head and tuning back in. "This goes for a lot of other terrorists that have been so graciously tolerated."
The president let out a shocked yet dismissive huff. "You can't possibly expect to take down all of the Most Wanted."
"Within the week, I can promise you that, Mr. President. Starting with Iron Man and all the way to even the Captain."
There was a noise as the president moved to say something, but the last of the clip was cut off, returning to the news anchors. Steve muted the television, staring at the wall above the crackling box. His brows furrowed. He just-- he didn't understand.
The TV flashed, catching his attention. Steve glanced back down, his heart skipped a beat at the image on screen. It was Iron Man and Spider-Man. It was a photo of the two, clearly taken while they had been attacking something or other. Stark's mask was off, showing off his shiny blue eyes and dazzlingly sharp smile. Spider-Man's mask was on, but the man's posture told him everything he needed to know. He was excited, and he was safe, even with guns pointed at him.
Stark and Spider-Man were a family, and, looking at them on screen, a little bit of his lost feeling was taken away.
Steve glanced down at his bag and then back at the television. Quick footed, he grabbed it and left without another word, searching for the first flight to New York.
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A/N: I’m baaaack! This Imagine was requested by @procrastinatinglikeabitch, @fandom-rpblog, @sparxgal and three anons!
Words: 4003 Warnings: smut, more or less, angst and fluff
Your heart leaped into your throat when Loki entered the room, the empty space between you instantly filling with sexual tension and unspoken words when his blue eyes met yours. He gazed at you intently for a moment before making his way over to the large dining area where Thor was already sat drinking a huge pint.
Disappointed, though you could not put your finger on why, your own eyes wandered back to your phone. It was better this way, you kept reminding yourself. Loki was too much of a distraction. Sooner or later, you would get yourself in danger—or worse, you would get him in danger. Being a SHIELD agent, or a member of the Avengers or whatever the hell it was you were, you could not afford loving the God of Mischief. Who were you kidding? Breaking up with Loki, even though he had despised you calling him your boyfriend, had not changed your feelings for him. Your relationship had been but a secret, the adopted Stark girl attracted to mischief, malice and tricks.
When you closed your eyes, you could still feel his cool fingertips ghosting over your skin, leaving trails of goose bumps behind. You could still taste his soft lips on yours, stealing gentle but demanding kisses. You were the first one to understand him, he had said. But you had not been the first one to break his heart. He had snorted upon you asking to remain friends—and you had not properly spoken since. It was better this way. Well, in fact, you had been avoiding him, dismissing any looming conversation and keeping safe from the way your body reacted to his.
You knew that when your vision became blurry and your phone screen transformed into a bright dot before your eyes that you should excuse yourself and barricade yourself in your room to cry. Perhaps you had no right to mourn what you had had, despite it being an utter secret. You had hurt him. You had pushed him away for seemingly no reason. It was better this way.
You still remembered how you had met. The reason Loki had bothered to take a proper look at you. Your parents—your real parents—had been historians who specialised in the Viking Culture and Norse Mythology. They had named you after Sigyn, Loki’s wife; and when Tony Stark, the man who had adopted you after your parents died in a tragic accident, introduced you to the team—among them Loki, who had been brought back to Earth as punishment for his deeds to support Thor—his stunning blue eyes had, almost unnoticeably, widened.
You did not actually go by the name Sigyn anymore. It was too complicated to spell, let alone pronounce. But ever since then, Loki had been drawn to you and you… you had been drawn to him. You would never know what kinds of secrets your parents had kept from you or what meaning there was behind your name. There was magic between you—and now, you had ruined it.
For a few precious minutes, it was utterly quiet, with only your clock on the wall ticking away peacefully and letting you sulk pathetically, your face against the pillow. When someone knocked on your door, you elected to ignore it—right until the intruder simply let himself in.
“Go away!”
“Last time you were mesmerised by that trick.”
Your eyes widened. You turned over vigorously to find Stephen Strange standing before your bed, seemingly having floated right through the closed door. His red cape was flowing behind him like a red river. You waved back at it when it raised a corner to say hello.
“Stephen! Oh my God, when did you get back?” Growing up, you had loved sci-fi films and of course, Doctor Who. Travelling to different dimensions and universes wasn’t just exciting, it was breath-taking. Needless to say, you had soon taken a liking into the New York-based sorcerer. His magic was nothing compared to Loki’s but Stephen had quickly become one of your best friends—it was a notion Loki wasn’t particularly fond of. It would be even worse now that you both… no, in fact, it had just been you who had decided to break up for good.
“Just now. Are you gonna tell me why you’re acting like a teenager?”
“I… rough day. Tell me everything. Where did you go? Did you bring me a souvenir?” It would be a little unfair to use Stephen as a distraction from your misery. But you were desperate. And desperate times called for desperate measures.
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Two and half hours later, Stephen became too hungry and thirsty to keep telling you his tales. You both made your way back to the kitchen to grab something to eat, hoping you would not run into Loki. He hated the ‘second-rate-wizard’ as was—and there was no reason to tickle a sleeping dragon.
Fortunately, you only ran into Tony instead. “I was looking for you,” he stated, opening a coke can he took from the fridge, “We have to talk. There has been another attack in New Jersey.”
“Another one? That’s the third one this month.”
“Yep. Thor believes it has something to do with the Chitauri… at least that’s what the damage looks like their weapons left behind. We are meeting in the living room in ten minutes.”
You sighed, nodding defeated. Another mission then. As long as you didn’t have to spend time with Loki…
“And you? What have you been up to lately?” Stephen asked as soon as Tony was gone.
“Nothing at all.” You replied. He raised an eyebrow.
“That answer came a little too fast. Are you sure everything is alright?”
“Hmm. Yes, of course, why wouldn’t it be?”
You gave him a fake smile—one which froze on your face when, a few minutes later, you strolled into the living room and spotted Loki already sitting in your favourite chair. You swallowed thickly, remembering this one time the Avengers had been out at a party somewhere in Hungary and Loki and you had stayed home. You had ended up on his lap naked after taking a shower, fucking right there and then on that bloody black leather armchair.
He remembered it too. The corners of his thin lips barely moved, his smirk invisible to everyone but you. After a few heartbeats, he acknowledged Stephen’s existence.
“Loki.” He said politely.
“Strange.” Loki snarled in response.
Tony took twenty minutes to explain the situation and fill you in on the details and then proposed the plan he had been working on with Thor and Bruce.
“…who will bypass the security system and get us inside.“ You were barely listening, only stealing quick and furtive glances at Loki. “In the meantime, (Y/N) and Loki give themselves access from the south side of the facility and make sure we’re not running into a trap or a handful of soldiers.” Your eyes widened.
“We can’t! I mean… why me and Loki?” Tony frowned.
“Why not? I hate to say this but Loki actually listens to you, besides, the two of you have always made a good team on missions. You help us get inside safely, we take care of the rest. And I don’t want you in the line of fire, (Y/N).”
Growling, you leaned back and crossed your arms before your chest. This was a bad idea. You certainly did not want to endanger anyone because you would be unable to concentrate in his presence. Not to mention that Loki was rather resentful. He would make use of the opportunity and try and lure you back in only to pounce once you felt safe enough, knowing exactly about the impact he made on your body and mind. Perhaps he even knew how much you still loved him. Either that… or would show you the cold shoulder.
“I can take care of myself, Tony.” And regardless what had happened between us, Loki would risk his life to save mine. You could tell by the way his eyebrows rose ever so slightly whenever he laid his eyes upon you. You were still on his mind then, as much as he was on yours.
Suddenly, Loki chuckled darkly, making you blush. You could tell he was oddly amused by this whole situation. Mischief was sparkling in his blue eyes when he looked up, seemingly unaffected by what was happening around him. Thor frowned. It was not unusual he had no clue what was going on.
You sighed once more. It was pointless to argue with him. Tony Stark had developed a strong protective instinct ever since he had adopted you. “Fine then. Can I go to sleep now, Dad?” You asked him scornfully. Tony nodded, overhearing your tone.
“I’ll have FRIDAY wake you up. We’re leaving before dawn.”
Flight. That was your first instinct. Stephen was already suspicious and you would do good to avoid any more nosey questions. If only you could throw yourself into Loki’s arms and show them just how much you loved working with him. You scoffed to yourself as you marched through the dark hallway.
“It seems you have already found yourself a new sorcerer.” Loki snarled with a start, appearing behind seemingly out of nowhere. You froze, your hand only inches away from your door knob.
“W-we’re just friends, Loki, you know that.” Your heart began to pound. Shit, after all, this was the first time you were properly conversing again after weeks. Your voice was shaky—and you were certain it did not go unnoticed. Loki knew you, your body and your reactions better than you did yourself.
“Yes,” he retorted mockingly. “I know that.” He paused. “It must be unbearably terrible then to work with me instead of him.”
“That’s not… you know that’s not why.” Loki snorted bitterly.
“Of course it isn’t. Tell me, have you been suffering since you ended our relationship? Have you been missing me, my touch… our conversations?” He would never say it, never out loud—never admit in how much pain he was. Instead, he decided to show you. “Do you miss this?”
Cornering you, he stepped closer until your back hit the cold wall, forcing you to lift your chin up to meet his blue eyes.
“Loki, stop. We ended this. We can’t…”
“We can. You need this as much as I do, do you not?” You could practically taste his breath on your lips by now. Loki inched even closer to you, pressing you against the wall. Any moment now, another Avenger could turn around the corner. It was dark but still…
“N-no…”
“No? Why are not pushing me away then?” You could feel his erection against your pubic bone. Loki bucked his hips, demonstrating you what you were missing out on. Your body was ablaze, every cell longing for his touch and the sweet release only he could give you.
“Please don’t…” Don’t what? Don’t continue? Don’t… stop?
“Hmm… that sounds awfully like this one time you begged me to play the evil villain capturing a young and innocent maiden… the perfect toy to make an even more perfect little pleasure slave.” He purred.
Your walls clenched upon his seductive words. Unceremoniously, and ignoring your half-hearted protests, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up so you were trapped between his strong body and the wall, your heated centre resting snugly against his crotch. A moan escaped your lips when he rubbed himself against your lips, his forehead coming to rest against yours.
Loki knew exactly what buttons to press. Biting your lower lip, you stifled another moan when he cupped your left breast and squeezed it lightly, applying just enough pressure to turn you to putty beneath his touches all the while his other hand wrapped around your threat to remind you, in the most seductive and delicious way, who was in charge. Every blissful thrust of his against your most intimate body part, albeit still clothed, drove you closer and closer to orgasm. If he kept going like this… he would make you come undone for him right here in this hallway. God, where there any cameras nearby? Tony would get a heart attack if he decided to view the footage tomorrow…
But you did not get a chance to protest. Loki’s lips came crushing down on yours, capturing you for a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you until you gave in and dug your fingernails into his shoulders. Faster and faster, he kept rocking against you, desperate, not only to bring you relief but also to quench his own thirst for a numbing peak of lust.
You wanted, no, needed to feel him without clothes, needed to feel him deep inside of you… “Loki…” You whispered. “Please…”
He shushed you in response, kissing you once more to shut you up. His breathing quickened as he picked up speed, thrusting against you and pampering your sweet nub of pleasure through the disturbing layers of your clothing until you burst into millions of tiny shards, pleasure rippling through you like lightning bolts. Your walls clenched around nothing as you came, soaking your already wet knickers. Panting, you buried your face in his neck, his raven hair tickling your cheek as Loki followed you suit and stilled as his orgasm grabbed a hold of him, shutting down and heightening his senses all at the same time. You could feel him twitching against you, his warm seed, instead of coating your tight walls, staining his leather trousers.
For a few heartbeats, you simply leaned there against the wall, breathing in each other’s presence.
“I am returning to Asgard.” You suddenly heard him say softly. Your head shot up in surprise and shock.
“What? You’re leaving?” He nodded weakly.
“Tomorrow night.”
“You can’t… you can’t just leave m-… What about Odin, what about Thor… what about your punishment?”
Loki scoffed. “My so-called ‘punishment’ ended over two months ago. I stayed because of you. But now, with nothing holding me here… I see no point in spending any more time among a group of meagre mortals who all desperately wait for the day I will not return from a mission.”
“Loki…” You wanted to tell him how this was not true, wanted to tell him that there was something holding him here on Earth. With trembling fingers, you reached up to cup his face. Loki moved back as if stung by an adder. You almost landed on the floor when he let go of your thighs.
“What do I need to do to stop you?”
Back to Asgard. It was in this moment that you realised that you had made a huge mistake with pushing him away from you like that out of worry for what your future might look like; realised the moment his blue eyes full of hurt and longing met yours that you loved him so much you could never possibly imagine a life without him anymore. You only feared that by now… it was too late and Loki had shut you out for good.
“Nothing,” he spat. “Not anymore. This is goodbye, (Y/N).” I just needed to feel and taste you one last time, he, unbeknownst to you, added silently.
You sank to the floor, sobbing, long after he had left, spending what was left of the short night crying yourself to sleep and mourning the loss, probably of the love of your life, which was entirely your fault.
-
You did not want him to leave. Being apart from Loki within the Avengers’ compound was hard as was… how would it feel once he was back on Asgard, lightyears away from you? What if he found a beautiful princess from another realm who would marry him? What if he forgot you?
Needless to say, you were unrested the next morning, your eyes swollen from your endless streams of tears. You did not join the others in the kitchen for breakfast, instead, sulked about in your room until they were all ready to leave.
How would you ever survive this mission, knowing that after, you would never see him again? What could you possibly say to him to make him stay? Loki had made it very clear to you last night. There was nothing holding him here anymore. He had shut you out just like you had shut him out, kicked him when he was already on the ground.
The only one to blame was you… and you wished for nothing more than to mend his broken heart. Tearing up yet again, you suited up and boarded the helicarrier. The journey would take you to Thailand, to a “secret” facility delivering weapons and armour of alien origins to a few thugs in New Jersey.
No… you would fix this. You would win him back. Loki was positively the best thing that had ever happened to you. You had been naïve, no, stupid to end the relationship because it might distract you from saving the bloody world. There was no world without Loki, was there?
Like the last couple of days, he was avoiding your gaze when you approached him standing next to Thor, observing the rest of the Avengers preparing everything like they were getting ready for a camping trip.
Finally, his blue eyes met yours—and for just the fraction of a second, longing flashed in them.
You looked away quickly when Tony noticed, blushing furiously. But… yes. That was exactly the problem. You kept hiding him, repudiating him. Your heart skipped a beat. Even when you had been together, you had, painstakingly so, kept him a secret out of fear of what the Avengers might say or do to separate you. Truth was, no one would ever be able to separate you from Loki anymore—no one but Loki himself.
Before you could stop yourself and reconsider what you were about to say, you took a deep breath and clenched your fists all the while marching straight towards the God of Mischief. Loki frowned in a confused manner.
“I have something to tell you guys.” You said loudly—loudly enough for everyone to stop doing whatever they were doing and face you to listen curiously. Loki’s frown deepened.
“Loki and I…” You paused. Loki and I are in a relationship? No. That was not powerful enough. “I love him.”
“Huh? Love him how? Like you love nachos and cheese or like playing house?” Bucky commented unimpressed.  Beside him, Tony froze. Loki’s lips parted in utter surprise. You had never caught him off guard like this before.
“What did you just say?!” Your adoptive father finally snapped, earning him a reproachful look from Doctor Strange—who looked equally displeased. You couldn’t care less.
“I said I love Loki.” To your left, Thor began to grin.
“So that’s why you decided to stay with us, brother,” He stated, patting him on the shoulder. “You fell in love!”
“I did not fall in love.” He spat. His soft gaze when his blue eyes met yours, however, spoke a different story. You couldn’t help it, giving in to the urge to be close to him, comfort him, kiss him. So you did. You practically jumped into his arms, digging your nails into his armour and kissed him senseless. It took him only a heartbeat to reciprocate the kiss and wrap you in his arms. Behind you, Tony was about to explode, if such a thing was possible.
“What have you done to her, Reindeer Games? What kind of spell is this?”
“I’m afraid it’s not a spell, Stark.” Stephen tossed in—still displeased but somewhat… amused. The rest of the Avengers appeared to be equally shocked. Well… that was their problem now. Even though there were a lot of things still unsaid between you two, Loki would be yours again; and you would never ever hurt him again like this.
“Okay, stop it. Stop it now! (Y/N), have you lost your mind? This is Loki.”
Eventually, you broke away from him, if anything to catch your breath. Loki was panting too, still not quite believing what you had just done. He did not, however, pull away from you. Quite on the contrary—he held you close as if he was worried Tony or one of the others would snatch you away from him.
“You don’t really know him, Tony.”
“I don’t know him? I don’t know him, (Y/N)?! This man brought an alien army to New York and killed innocent people!”
“That’s not how it happened and you know it.” You spat sharply, unwilling to mention Thanos’ name.
“I forbid it.”
“Forbid it? You can’t forbid it.”
“I can, you’re my daughter!”
“That’s not what it says on the adoption papers. I am a grown up woman, Tony. I can make my own decisions.”
It was Steve who stopped the Ironman from lunging at Loki without even wearing his suit.
-
“What does it look like back there?” Steve’s voice came through the waterproof earpiece you were wearing.
“We’re facing a cliff.” You replied matter-of-factly.
“Is there water down there?”
“Yes. Deep enough for a ship to pass through and deliver deadly ammunition.”
Tony might have hated would he had had to say about you but Loki but you were indeed a very good team, even more so now that… you smiled at him when he reached for your hand to pull you back into him so would not accidentally fall off the cliff.
“There is a… well, it looks like a cave. It might be what we’re looking for. Do you reckon that’s where they are storing the weapons?” You asked, turning to Loki.
He nodded. “Possibly.”
“And do you think there is a safe way down?”
“Of course there is a way down.”
“You teleport us?”
Loki grinned—maliciously. “You do recall how I told you back on the helicarrier that this barrier we saw on Stark’s digital map will not allow any form of teleportation? Given that I no longer have the Tesseract at hand…”
You raised an eyebrow and suppressed a grin—and the urge to just kiss him again and have him make love to you there and then.
“So?” Ignoring the fact he had made a subtle suggestion the space stone be returned to him, you looked at him, expecting the worst. He did not disappoint.
“We jump.” He stated, seemingly unaffected. Your eyes widened.
“What?!”
This time, he laughed. It was honest, blithe—and it warmed your heart. This man… is yours, a happy voice in your head whispered.
“Do you trust me?” He asked, reaching for your hand. You took it with a deep breath and nodded.
“I do.”
Loki’s smile was still genuine when he took your hand and squeezed it gently.
“Together.” You whispered. Next thing you knew you had your breath taken away as you fell, holding on to the God of Mischief for dear life. The moment you had to let go was the moment you broke through the water surface effortlessly, sinking deeper and deeper. Surprisingly, it had barely hurt, still, the sudden darkness and masses of water around you put your body on alert. Resisting the urge to take a deep breath, you ripped open your eyes.
Loki was grinning at you smugly even though you could barely register it due to the saltwater, instantly making you feel safer. He’d never let you drown. Your eyes were already burning. Quickly, you closed them again, only to feel him wrapping you in his embrace and pulling you close to ensure you made it back to the surface safely.
And before you even knew it, he captured your lips for a passionate kiss underwater. Loki became your oxygen. But no, you corrected yourself. In a way, he always had been. And perhaps… just like in the Myths… you would become his wife and he would take you to Asgard with him.
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The Essence of Vulnerability
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays @fangirlsleep​ !! I was your Loki Secret Santa for @worstloki​ ‘s Loki exchange! 💕 💕 I wrote for you a Sigyn/Loki one shot; I hope you enjoy it!
Fandom: Marvel Ship/Characters: Sigyn/Loki, a bit of Sif, a bit of Thor Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings: angst (with a happy ending), hurt/comfort, touch-starved loki, sexual tension, a bit of fluff
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NOTE: This fic draws from elements of the MCU, Agent of Asgard, Norse Mythology, & Loki: Where Mischief Lies. Sigyn’s characterization comes from the original mythology, as I’ve not read the comics with her! (yet.) Themes of her & Loki’s connection are touched on as soulmate-related, and her intense loyalty plays a factor in their relationship ‘drama.’ It’s also a happy ending, but there’s a little angst first!
The link to read it on ao3 is here since it’s a bit on the long side for a tumblr post, but other than that, here we go!
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Before everything, before the raid on New York City, before Thor was banished to Midgard, before he knew his true heritage, Loki was only a little boy desperate for the praise of his father. As a toddler, he would totter around behind his older brother’s much more massive frame, grinning when Thor gave him scraps of his attention and only just remembering to keep his cool when Odin praised him, for once. It wasn’t Thor’s fault then—at least, Loki didn’t think so, now—for he had just been idolizing his father as Loki had, and had treated his younger brother accordingly.
When he was a teenager, strutting around in the 12-inch-high lace-up heels he had stolen from Amora’s wardrobe, he pretended that he was immune to criticism, immune to the way that he was beginning to be regarded in the eyes of the Asgardian people. The Trickster. Untrustworthy. The God of Mischief. The God of Lies.
But despite all that, he was vulnerable, deep on the inside. And it wasn’t until Sigyn came into his life many years later that he finally began to let it go, millimeter by painful millimeter.
He first saw her at one of Odin’s grandiose feasts, amusing herself in the corner with Sif, the two of them happily chatting away. Well, Sif looked more than slightly antsy, Loki had to admit, with her fingers tapping quickly on her basic plated armor and her lips twisted in an impatient expression. He chuckled to himself, noting how she always preferred action rather than idle chatter.
The other girl, however, was serene, her soft brown skin contrasting the dyed paleness of her long, frizzy hair, creating a glowing effect. The lanterns around the room caught on the highlights of her cheekbones, and Loki was immediately spellbound, his mouth falling open slightly as he watched her smile and laugh politely at a joke Sif had just made.
Finally, the young warrior managed to slip away, and Loki seized his opportunity, sliding into the seat Sif had just left behind. Adopting the easy confidence that the public usually saw him exude—so different from the momentary brain collapse he had just experienced when seeing this girl for the first time just minutes ago—Loki grinned. “Well, hello, darling.”
“My prince,” she replied with the cordiality he had expected. Her dark eyes flashed as she looked at him, then, almost as if she knew his secret. “Do you not have duties to attend to?”
Loki fought the urge to scoff rudely. “I have better things to do than greet party guests.” He winked at her, hoping that this would garner some reaction.
To his surprise, it did. The girl’s eyes crinkled as her lips turned up in an embarrassed smile. “You can’t mean me, my prince.”
“Oh, but I do,” he murmured in reply, reaching forward to caress her fingers. Outwardly, he was a perfect Asgardian gentleman. Inwardly, Loki was shouting at the top of his lungs. He wasn’t sure why he was so riled up, so intrigued by this girl—this woman—but he continued smoothly as if he knew exactly what he was meant to do. “What is your name, my dear?”
“I am Lady Sigyn,” she replied softly, allowing him to bring her knuckles to his mouth and kiss them. Her own lips quirked as he did so, and Loki felt the same whooshing feeling he’d felt moments ago when he had been watching her converse with Sif. “A pleasure to meet you in person, Prince Loki.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Lady Sigyn,” he said to her simply. “I do trust that you’ve enjoyed the feast so far?”
Sigyn narrowed her eyes at him. “Please don’t tell me you are going to use our entire evening together to make small talk.”
Loki sighed. “You’re right.” Standing abruptly from his chair, he offered his hand once more. “Shall we?”
***
The courtyard outside the great hall was quiet and dark, night stars giving soft light to the smooth stone pavement and reflecting on the tiny drooping leaves of the willows. It suited both Loki and Sigyn more than the bustling Asgardian roar inside the party, Loki thought. He could gladly spend days here in solitude without needing anything but himself. And perhaps, if he was lucky, Sigyn’s company.
“So, Prince Loki,” Sigyn began, once the happy shouts had died out behind them, and the only sounds left were the rustling of the leaves on the loose branches, “your reputation precedes you.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, otherwise expressionless. “Does it?”
Sigyn’s mouth slowly curled into a knowing smile, eyes brightening with a sparkle that made Loki’s heart catch. She tilted her head to the side, blinking slowly. Loki’s mouth parted. He couldn’t breathe. Slowly, Sigyn’s hand fell to his forearm, tickling him through the thin tunic that covered his skin. Loki smiled despite himself, covering her hand with his and bringing it to his mouth to kiss it.
“You are lovely, Lady Sigyn,” he murmured to her softly.
She stepped closer. “What mischief are you here for this time, Trickster?”
The nickname both sent a flood of affection through him, strangely enough, and brought him back to the whispers of the Asgardians. They feared him, but Sigyn? Her voice held a soft murmur of trust inlaid with the tones of song it inflected, and the expression on her countenance was nothing less than unadulterated faith.
“I—” his voice died on his lips, and Loki swallowed. No one had ever been able to do this to him before, to steal his so-called ‘silver tongue’ right from his mouth. And he had just met Sigyn, who he was sure would one day become a goddess, and she had done what everyone had only dreamt of doing. She had left him utterly speechless.
Sigyn smiled knowingly at his stunned silence, brushing aside a lock of his wavy black hair from his shoulders and twirling it in her fingers. “I hope I am not too forward, my prince.”
“Not at all,” he replied, the sounds rushing out in one breath.
“Good.” She looked rather embarrassed despite herself, dark skin hiding a blush as she turned her head down. Loki could still feel her smile as she stepped even closer, the caress of her fingers on his hair trailing down to his shoulders, where heavy plates of ceremonial armor encapsulated his limbs, making his physique appear more impressive.
“So this is new to you?” he murmured as she leaned into him, the two of them beginning to sway to the music that had long faded from their ears. It was imaginary, of course, and for a moment, Loki was sure that this was imaginary, too, for Odin was constantly berating him about his ‘princely duties’ and comparing him to Thor. This wouldn’t give him any points, he was sure. But he didn’t really care.
Sigyn looked up at him, the starlight lighting the sparks in her dark eyes. “Am I that obvious?”
Loki grinned at her, shaking his head. “I hope not to make fun of you, my lady.”
“I’m afraid you have failed at that, your highness.”
“Please,” he said. “Just Loki.”
Sigyn nodded her head respectfully. “If you say.” But she couldn’t hold her straight face for long, and soon she descended into quiet laughter, laying her head on Loki’s shoulder. Surprised, he stiffened, unsure of what to do.
It wasn’t that he was new to the sensation. No, Loki had gone much further than this, with many men and women. He wasn’t untouched. He wasn’t a virgin.
And though it may have felt cliché to admit it to himself, Sigyn made him feel as if everything was new again.
They talked for at least an hour, and Loki thanked the rest of the pantheon that Sif had most likely kept Thor and the others busy, so they would not come looking for them. He learned of Sigyn’s arts, her proficiency at music and the composition of her own songs, her hopes to one day play professionally. Unfortunately, it was not befitting of someone of her status to do such a thing, only as a side hobby.
Deeper and deeper they went into the garden, crossing the grand bridge from Valhalla’s courtyard to the lair of Frigga’s wilder plants, lush greenery sprouting uncontained around them.
“Have I known you before?” he asked her, voice hoarse as he turned his head to look at her. “In a dream, Lady Sigyn?”
“If I am to call you Loki, your highness, you must treat me with the same regard.”
He fixed her with a mock-stern glare. “If you say.”
Her eyebrows shot up; he had just nearly perfectly mimicked her exact tone as she had said the same words to him. Using her surprise to his advantage, he pressed his lips to the high rise of her cheekbone, fingers inserting themselves under her round face to lift her chin. “And this is how I leave you speechless.”
He could feel her breath catching. “And now Silvertongue has stepped forward at last,” she murmured, voice shaky, though still smiling.
“Indeed.” But it was false arrogance. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her or quell the pounding of his heart. It was such a foreign feeling, to have this reaction to something positive for once, and not the palpitating fear of an oncoming torrent of lectures from Odin about why Thor was right and he, Loki, was wrong. But Sigyn was something else, a whole entirety of a realm he had yet to explore.
Slowly, he took her head in his hands, admiring the way that her hair fluffed out around it. “As many people as I have met in this life,” Loki whispered, “I have never seen one as beautiful as you.”
Those were the last words emitted from his mouth before he kissed her, lips locking with hers effortlessly, a slight turn of his head, and a hand on the small of her back.
Sigyn was good at kissing, he realized, not only endowed with blessed plush lips but a skillful tongue, and when her eyes finally opened to meet his, and they pulled apart reluctantly, she looked embarrassed for it to be so.
“My dear,” Loki whispered. “That was amazing.”
“Shall we do it again?” There was a challenge in her question.
Loki didn’t answer her, instead leaning into her calling touch once more. The kiss went deeper this time, and he found himself pressing closer to her, hands traveling from her back and the side of her cheek to slide down her figure and onto her hips. Sigyn moaned into the kiss, her own hands entangling in his black hair where it spilled out from under his headdress of large golden horns.
Soon enough, he found that they had managed to lodge themself awkwardly onto one of the courtyard’s hidden benches, the stone of it strewn with fallen cherry blossoms. “Sigyn,” he pleaded, kissing her forehead, her nose, each of her blessed eyelids. “How have you bewitched me in such a short few moments?”
“Perhaps it was meant to be,” she replied back simply, straddling him on the stone bench. A cherry blossom had fallen onto her nearly-white hair, trapped in its tight curls. Loki adjusted it gently, breathing hard. He willed himself to stay calm, to not bring his body too far.
It was hard to do so when she moved on top of him, eyes closed in bliss as she embraced him and pushed him back flat so that he was staring up at the night sky. “I have no idea why,” Sigyn said, “but I have complete and utter trust in you.” She shook her head, laughing to herself. “I find myself at a loss to my body’s own will.”
“Your body’s?” he quipped, mischief apparent in his tone. “My dear, what would Asgard dare say if we were found without any excuse for why we are so entangled?”
He felt her face heat up against the palm of his hand. “That’s—that’s not exactly what I had meant,” she admitted. “Though your assertion is also true.” The admittance was made with a downturn of her eyes, a smile gracing that luscious mouth. “But no—I just cannot believe how vulnerable I am letting myself be. Physically. Emotionally.”
He stared at her, a slight nod of his head willing her to continue to speak.
Sigyn sighed. “My mother has set me on track to become the Goddess of Victory,” she murmured quietly. “And it’s not that I do not wish for the honor, simply that I feel I am not prepared. Or the right person to represent that honor. Victory comes with a clanging of bells, the shouts of warriors in a celebratory feast, bright decorations and a sense of fulfillment.”
“And?” Loki asked her gently.
Her lips twitch unpleasedly. “Can you not already tell that I am none of those things? I am quiet, and though I make strong bonds and can talk for hours, it takes a toll on my system. I stay on the sidelines, and I have shied away from those warriors’ feasts. I only came to this one because of my mother’s pleading. It was becoming unbearable.”
Loki chuckled. “I know the feeling. You must know that I only attend because I am the prince, yes?”
Sigyn nodded, the smile returning to her face. Loki kissed her chastely. “But you are perfect for the role of Goddess of Victory, darling,” he said once he’d pulled away. “If you were boisterous like my brother, you would be far too fiery. Things could go sour. But you—you are humble and kind and wise. I can already tell. And so it suits you.”
“Thank you,” Sigyn said after a moment, voice soft, making his heart melt for what felt like the millionth time, and Loki couldn’t help but lift her from where she sat on his lap, carrying her bridal style onto the grass and laying down next to her. He planted soft kisses on her jaw and neck, traveling down to her collarbone with slight hesitance, each movement waiting for her approval.
“Wait,” she said when he moved to slip a sleeve off of her shoulder.
Loki immediately sat back, heart pounding in his chest. Had he hurt her?
Seeing his expression, she took his hand in hers, running a thumb along the back of it gently. “It’s not that,” she told him. “I just...I’ve opened up so much to you. And you so little to me.” She sounded embarrassed even as she admitted it.
Loki grimaced. “I—I’m sorry. That was terrible of me.”
She met his gaze, raising her eyebrows. “Well?”
“I can’t...right now,” Loki admitted with a sigh.
Sigyn pursed her lips. “I trust myself to you, and you pull my footing out from under me, and then you leave me alone in this way?” She didn’t mean physically, he knew, but that she had exposed herself emotionally to him, and he was not doing the same. “It’s no wonder they call you the Trickster.”
Eyeing his signature green tunic with disdain—green, the color that had recently become fashionable to associate with lies and deceit—Sigyn let out a sigh. “I should have not expected more.”
Something burned in Loki’s chest as she stood and walked away, but he did not follow her. He felt terrible for having unintentionally hurt her, and the feeling threatened to consume him, to swallow him. Shame.
***
It was weeks before Loki saw Sigyn again, though it felt like years. He was centuries old, but the feeling that irked him over the time as it passed made him feel like he was a child again, or a Midgardian. He supposed that to be one was to be the other.
She was a little less polished this time, her bleached frizz of hair pulled into tight braids that lined her head and came together in an elaborate bun in the back. Though she wore a simple gown, dark red and sleeveless, she was still stunning, long lashes lowering in the expected cordiality as Loki and Thor passed. She was the daughter in the court, and he was the prince.
That was...the only thing it was. And it was Loki’s fault that the cards had fallen in such a way. He felt terrible, and Sigyn had been completely right. He did hold every emotion and memory tucked away in a part of his heart even he didn’t want to access. Who would want to open themself to someone like that?
So when he saw her this time, he couldn’t make eye contact with her, instead focusing his gaze straight ahead. The helmet that caressed the sharp slope of his cheeks certainly helped; his peripheral vision was well-hidden.
Still, Loki could acutely feel the turmoil radiating from her as they nearly brushed in the hall. He wanted to reach out, to take her hand. And then the moment was gone.
“Brother, are you well?” Thor asked, pulling Loki from his reverie. Loki started, flinching with near violence. “What?” he asked.
“I asked if you were well,” Thor repeated, sounding bewildered. “You seem distracted. And angry. Who has wronged you?”
A great many people had wronged him, in fact. But Loki was not about to begin an argument. He didn’t quite have the energy for it. So he simply sighed. “I’m only fraught with myself, brother.”
Thor nodded, lip jutting out as he thought. “Well, don’t hesitate to talk to me about it.”
“Thank you,” Loki said, and he meant it. “I might.” He wouldn’t, though. It was not something that Thor would understand, because his brother did not know that he was in fact part of the problem. Sure, Odin was the root of the poison, the poison that Loki clinged to as if it was water and he was a parched man emerging from the desert. But Thor was favored, the golden child in every sense of the world. Loki would be naive not to recognize that. His brother did not have the same world as he.
And so, he smiled, wishing that he could change things.
“If you need some time alone, be on your way, brother,” Thor told him, a large hand falling heavy on Loki’s shoulder. “I can report on the mission without you.”
“But—” Loki began to protest, feeling himself grasping at strings that were being pulled from his lithe fingers. He needed to prove that he was competent—perhaps, this time, Odin would understand how essential Loki was—
“Take some time off. You work too hard,” Thor interrupted, and the last strands were yanked away.
There would be other opportunities. Hopefully.
Loki squeezed his eyes shut, opened them again, removed Thor’s large hand from his shoulder with a begrudging smile, and pivoted. Fine, then.
Sigyn was waiting for him when he returned. She hadn’t left the spot in the corridor where they had almost touched, and her eyes were still filled to the brim with that flinty glare. It was...intoxicating. Even though she was mad at him, Loki wanted more of it, that expression of steel, he wanted her close to him and those eyes right in front of his, on top of him…
Shaking his head, Loki cleared his throat and gave her his best dazzling grin.
Sigyn stared back at him, unimpressed.
He was silent for a moment more. Then— “Can we talk?”
Sigyn nodded, turned, and led him down the hall. To his surprise, she held out her hand, and he took it gladly, following her. She squeezed his hand, and he felt the ice—or warmth, perhaps?—inside of him melt further. He was so lonely. Thor’s boisterous shoves and Frigga’s light brushes sometimes weren’t enough.
They reached an empty room of the palace. Loki shut the door behind him quietly, but as soon as he turned, Sigyn was upon him, pressing him to the wall with a finger on his lips. “I don’t care if or when you will open your soul to me,” she whispered, want overflowing from her words. “I need you, Loki. It was only one evening we spent together and yet I cannot imagine myself as anything but devoted to you.”
Loki’s eyes burned. “I’m sorry,” he murmured as her head tucked itself under the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much, my dearest Sigyn.” Her name came out as little more than a breath on his lips, the sound of it reverent. He said it again: “Sigyn, Sigyn.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything about your pain right now,” she told him, and pressed her lips to his. “But please, when you are ready…”
“I will.” The admittance was overwhelming. He couldn’t bare himself to her all at once, but he would over time.
Eventually, Sigyn would know about Odin’s high expectations of him, the ever-present competition between him and Thor, the question of who was to obtain the throne. Loki fully expected that Thor would be the one, but he didn’t understand why he was still expected to play along. And yet, like a foolish peasant searching for the end of a rainbow, he did.
Eventually, Sigyn would know about the way his magic sometimes consumed him, making it impossible to breathe, the way it sparked from his chest and bled into his brain. He wanted to hide from it, wherever he could, and yet he wanted it more than anything; it was the only thing that made him special. It was his lifeline, and his connection to his mother. But it was oh, so complicated.
Eventually, Sigyn would know about the future Odin had seen for him in the God’s Eye Mirror, the terrible end of Asgard and the infinite ways in which it would come to pass, each borne of his hand. No matter what Loki had done to stop it in the past, was doing now, and would do in the future.
That. That was what scared him above all.
But for now, he didn’t tell her of any of it. She trusted him, and he was infinitely thankful for it. No one had ever trusted him, and her loyalty was unparalleled. He whispered that in her ear, his thankfulness, voice shaky as she kissed his neck.
When their gazes met again, sharp green meeting almost pitch-black, Loki could have cried. “Sigyn…”
“You thank me?” she asked sardonically. “I didn’t know.” He had told her at least five times now.
Despite himself, Loki smiled. “Yes,” he said. “And I will tell you everything. One day, I promise, my love.”
“Love?” she echoed.
“Love,” said Loki, sure of himself as the word laid itself comfortably on his tongue. “We are new to each other, yes, but still...I can tell that you and I are meant for each other.”
Sigyn raised an eyebrow. “Do you believe in soulmates?”
Loki didn’t know, but he kissed her anyway, soft and slow and savoring every moment of it. And at the end of it, with her soft breaths on his skin, fingers ghosting along his face under the plating of his helmet, and trust radiating from her spirit through the air like its own type of magic, maybe he did.
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I hope you liked it friend!! It was a pleasure to write for you this Christmas 💕  have a safe and happy holiday!  💕
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themilky-way · 4 years
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learning to love {loki odinson}
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pairing: loki odinson x female! reader
summary: being a high-tech scientist, you spend years of your life studying the norse god who wreaked havoc in new york a while back. what happens when you’re offered an opportunity to interview him?
warnings: minor violence, hints of ptsd, and a little bit of angst
author’s note: i am in no way, shape, or form trying to romanticize violence OR ptsd! this is just something i thought of while rewatching the mcu so i hope u guys like it :)
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everything that you had believed to be a myth, or simply a way for teenagers to get a thrill from while watching a film, was apparently real. aliens did in fact exist, and they entered your planet through a giant wormhole right above your apartment building. you, much like the rest of new york, went into a panic and tried to secure your windows and doors as much as you could. in one instance, you were rushing to secure the locks on your windows and pull the curtains down to avoid detection, but a tall figure caught your attention. he wasn’t an alien, features and overall structure proving so, but he wasn’t exactly afraid of his surroundings. he walked around the edge of the tower he was on with a proud expression, and you could’ve sworn he formed the tiniest evil smirk. the staff he held began to glow a bright blue, and then he shot at a nearby building, causing it to crumble and fall to the ground. you quickly reached the conclusion that this man was also an alien, and that he was probably the one controlling the terrifying army of creatures. 
and at last, he saw you. your hands were shakily still holding both sides of the curtains and you were too scared to move a muscle. you felt something deep in your stomach, fear, inch its way throughout your body as he gave you that same heinous smile before raising his staff towards your window. you saw his free hand raise to give you a little wave as if motioning goodbye, and you felt your eyes sting with tears, realizing you were quite clearly about to die. you let go of the curtains and started walking backwards slowly, hands reaching to cover your mouth as you let out a choked sob. you kept moving until you were about to hit the edge of your coffee table when you saw a red and gold suit fly to where the man was. he pointed his palm towards his adversary and before you were able to blink, he shot the man with what seemed like some sort of energy. your hands reached up to hold your head in both relief and confusion and let out the breath you were holding in. you witnessed the man in the armor get into an intense battle with the enemy, but you didn’t stay long enough to find out who’d win. gathering your essentials, you quickly made your way to your car and hope that you could get out of new york undetected. 
and you did. you managed to travel to your mom’s house a couple hours from the city, and she helped you settle in and provide for you until you were back on your feet again. you thanked the universe for her support, and you paid her back in every way possible. nonetheless, you returned back to the city with a goal in mind: to find out who the hell tried to kill you. you enrolled in self-defense classes, found a well-paying job at a laboratory to keep you stable, and used your knowledge of science to investigate other possible worlds and dimensions. eventually, your research consumed you. in simpler words, it was all you could do. your relationship with science became unhealthy, and the data you acquired on the species that terrorized you and your home always reached a dead end, forcing you to start all over again.
however, the cycle ended when you came across a blog on an ancient religions and mythical beings. it was almost silly to you; a profound scientist who studies cells and relies on the evidence of evolution reading everything about norse mythology on the internet. one deity in particular caught your attention, though. you skimmed through the written traits and aspects of the ancient god, learning that he was highly recognized for causing chaos and tricking others. you kept scrolling, and when you reached the visual representation of the being, you froze. displayed on your screen was a dark haired man, locks reaching down to his shoulders and slicked back. his skin was pale and had the most piercing green eyes; the same ones that had made your skin crawl when they had met yours. his armor shaded a dark emerald green with small portions of it colored a deep gold, and to top it off, a horned helmet. what made everything much more unnerving was the staff he carried. it was identical to the one he’d pointed at you, the same sapphire blue radiating from the angled tip of it. 
this was him. this was the man who tried to kill you, and the one who actually did kill hundreds more. your mind couldn’t comprehend it in the slightest. no matter how hard you pinched your arm to wake up from this dream you didn’t move because it wasn’t a dream. it was real. every horrifying and cruel bit of it. 
after your discovery, your focus shifted from humanoid species to old norse anecdotes. you read and watched everything that had to do with the trickster, now known to you as loki, and expanded your knowledge about him. you sought out experts on the religion and inquired about ways to communicate with the celestials, but your investigations were once again leading you nowhere. the smallest of leads that you found made your hopes rise, but they would always come crashing down when you couldn’t any probe deeper. your endless cycle started up once more, giving you two additional years of stress and hardships. 
all of this, though, ended when you received a phone call from tony stark. how he managed to get your phone number was a mystery of its own, but you weren’t going to allow the opportunity he was offering you to slip from your hands. they managed to capture loki when he came back down to earth undercover. stark, hearing about a scientist centered on finding out the intentions of the god, had performed his own background check on you and identified you. so, being the sweet multi-billionaire that he was, offered you an exclusive interview with loki. it was perfect; all of your sweat and tears that had gone into this project was finally paying off. 
grabbing your notepad, pen, and car keys, you headed down to your car in the parking garage below your building. you didn’t really know what you should’ve been feeling. you were about to interview, more or less confront, the god who had almost killed you. so yes, you were scared, angry, and prepared to blow this guy’s teeth out if you could get the chance. but another part of you was relieved and prepared to do this. if things did go south, you were ready to defend yourself, and it eased you a little more when you remembered the avengers would be protecting you as well. 
tony introduced you to the rest of the team and they all gave a firm handshake on their part while thanking you for your collaboration. bruce banner quickly took a liking to you and promised you to take you around his own laboratory to discuss challenging scientific topics, to which you eagerly agreed. 
and then the moment finally came. tony had led you to the front of a large metal door that was electronically secured by a keypad to the side. he raised his hand to input the correct numerical sequence, but before he did so he turned to you. 
“look kid, it might get intense in there. he might try to get under your skin, but don’t let it get to you. if you need us, just press the button under your chair,” he spoke low and his tone was serious, which made the severity of this interview far more critical. you took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and nodded. 
clutching your notebook tightly to your chest, you replied, “i won’t. thank you again, sir.” he offered you a smile and turned to key in the password. the door opened slowly with a swoosh, and he extended his hand you so you could pass him. as soon as you saw the man seated in front of you, your breath hitched. 
his eyes, those same damn eyes, looked up at you and took you in. he raked them up and down your form but his face was cold and expressionless. it became apparent to him that he already knew who you were before you even stuttered out a word. his eyes leveled to yours before he turned away. weird, you thought. 
unlike his own, you sat down in cushioned chair in front of him and opened your notebook, clicking the pen down to begin writing. the sound brought his eyes to your hands, widening a bit as though he were scared of it. his hands were tied behind him in what you imagined to be high tech restraints instead of regular handcuffs, so you cleared your throat. 
“relax, it’s just a pen. so i can write with.”
he didn’t say anything, just turned his head down to stare at the tip of his shoes. his chest became composed again, though, and it brought him some sort of ease knowing that you didn’t plan on attacking him (but you did think about it). 
“i would normally introduce myself, but it appears that you already know who i am,” you voiced loud and clear, a sudden urge of confidence washing through you. “may i begin?”
he scoffed lightly at your question, before he looked back up to look at you dead in the eye. “please do, darling.”
the annoyance in his words sent chills down your spine, knowing that if it weren’t for the restraints around his wrists, he’d be killing you in an instant, again. 
you initiated the interview, and inquired all sorts of subjects. how did you find our dimension? what type of species were those that you sent down? does your genetic code differ from the mortals here on earth?
all in all, loki had done a pretty neat job at answering everything. sure, a few snickers here and there, but he was straightforward, allowing you to scribble in as many details as you could in between his pauses. seven pages later, front and back, there was only one point left in your questionnaire. you hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was appropriate for you to even ask him such a personal question. still, you knew this was the only time you were ever going to be face to face with the man who ordered your murder, so you continued. 
“the last question, it’s not really science related or anything like that, it’s kind of more...personal, if you get me.” you faltered slightly on the last part, unsure of what his reaction would be. your hands began to feel clammy, and your fingers found the ring on the opposite hand to toy with. he noticed, and he looked back up to meet your eyes. this time, though, it was different. it wasn’t cold-blooded and frigid like it had been before. it was almost...empathic? it was as if he knew the damage-the pain- he caused you had been eating at you for all these years. it stung him, in the very depths of his heart, it stung him to know that he hurt you so much you couldn’t even look him in the eye without remembering everything. 
“go ahead,” he muttered quietly. he shifted his gaze so it could only focus on the movement of your hands, and it hit him that you weren’t planning on writing his response down. letting a small breath out, you waited until you were certain your voice wouldn’t quiver to speak. 
“why were you going to kill me?” it failed you anyway, no matter how hard you fought for your voice to stay steady. he didn’t move his eyes from your hands, concentrating on the small movement of your ring. he took a few seconds to answer, wanting it to be as honest as possible. 
“i don’t know,” was all he managed. short and quick. 
“what?” you sneered.
“i’m telling you the truth. i don’t have an answer for you because there wasn’t any motive for my actions. i just...” he paused and closed his eyes for a moment. “...i just wanted to feel important.” he opened his eyes again to look at you and found you dumbfounded. 
“and you thought you could achieve that by killing hundreds of innocent people? yeah, loki, you did a really great job. we love you,” you taunted. 
suddenly, loki jerked forward, as far as his binds allowed him to, and made the gap between both of you closer. “i have to live with my actions and its consequences every day, you idiot. i’ve had the entire universe practically spit in my face ever since that day, so if you think for a split second that i don’t regret any of it, you’re wrong.” 
you were taken aback. your brain suddenly couldn’t form a coherent sentence, and you felt your eyes begin to sting. it had been a mixture of everything; his diction, the intensity in which his spoke his words, and the jumble of emotions behind them. it was evident to you now that he was capable of feeling remorse, and in his own twisted way, he was apologizing. he reclined back into his seat and watched you keenly, yet it wasn’t anger he held in his vision but confusion. were you going to leave? punch him? call in backup and have bucky barnes tear him into tiny pieces? 
no, you didn’t do any of that. instead you just closed your notepad, clippled the pen gently into the front cover, and rose from your seat. he followed each of your movements accordingly until you were looking down at him. softly, and ever so gently, you spoke. 
“i’ll notify mr. stark about arranging more interviews with you. i’d like to study you further in depth.” 
loki, in the entirety of his millennia alive, had never been more confused. how was it, that a survivor of his own malice, wanted to keep talking to him? to him, you’d gotten what you wanted, and should’ve been on your merry way and cope, but you were different, weren’t you? 
“you what?”
“i’ll negotiate a comforting room for you to reside in- i don’t want the heart of my investigation in such low conditions.”
loki let out a whole hearted chuckle at this, which you furrowed your brows to considering the seriousness of your tone. “darling, as much as that fills me with warmth, i don’t believe the avengers are going to allow me such comfort.”
you turned your back to him and walked over to the door and pressed the button for release. as the door opened and a security guard appeared to escort you out safely, you faced him once more. “i’ll make sure that they do.” and with that, loki was left alone with his thoughts again, and he couldn’t help but feel thankful for your appearance. it was suspicious, yes, but he had seen something within you that attested that feeling. you didn’t seem to carry any malignant emotions towards him despite his prior behavior. if anything, he felt relieved it wasn’t a s.h.i.e.l.d. agent interrogating him or else he’d be six feet underground by now. 
you kept your word. for the following six months, loki had been fitted into a lifestyle that closely matched his commodity back in asgard. and as promised, you came back to conduct more interviews, but the both of you soon began to realize that it was more than now. the pen and paper was quickly discarded and you both communicated freely, questions and answers flying from one side of the room to the other. without recognizing it, you and loki were forming an unlikely friendship, a bond of some sort. you learned about his life, his childhood on asgard and how he came to gain the mentality of a tyrant. in turn, loki acquired knowledge of your life here on earth and how you used science to uncover future revolutionary breakthroughs. it was weird, the way allegiances were created. one day you want to destroy each other while the next you’re offering affirmations and sympathetic glances. 
loki hated pity. the idea of a mortal, a stupid, useless mortal feeling sorry for him made his blood boil. but with you it felt different. you didn’t feel for him in a hypocritical way; you meant your pardon. and if he were anything like his brother, thor, he could almost feel himself falling for you. the same applied to you.
in one instance, you were on his bed, provided for by tony stark, and you were both sitting criss cross in front of the other. you had said some kind of joke, and he had laughed. a low, natural sound that even he hadn’t heard in years. you met his eyes once the humor in the room dissipated, and you felt your heart swell at the image of the god in front of you. unbeknownst to you, his heart did the same. 
you noticed he looked to the side of the room as if he was questioning some sort of procedure until he gathered the courage to finally do it. he held up a finger to you as if to say “one moment” and walked off the bed over to a nearby shelf. he picked out a book of some sort, and he held it tightly. giving it you, he smiled genuinly before you accepted it.
“what is it?” you asked. he sat back down to his original position and started playing with his own ring, a nervous habit he picked up from you since he met you. 
“it’s a book-well, a blank one- for you to write in. you know, for your investigations and such.” 
the book itself was thick and leatherbound, and the color was green, a sharp green that matched his eyes. you weren’t afraid of it-of him- anymore, and you noticed that it had the first letter of your name displayed in the middle of it in black. you didn’t realize you were so entranced with the book until he spoke again. 
“do you like it?”
“loki, i love it. thank you so much for this, truly.” you clutched the book to your chest and gave him a gratitude-filled smile. he returned it with his own, and you don’t remember how long you took each other in with something more than just a platonic gaze. 
you could learn to love him, you thought. you could learn to fall asleep to the strong embrace his arms offered and wake up to his gentle grip on your waist. you could learn to feel safe around him because he was safe, and because maybe, just maybe, the possibility that he loved you back existed. 
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multifandomwriter56 · 4 years
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Goodbye
A/N: This is the sixth prompt from my Ten Angst Prompts. I got the prompt from this post. The words that are italicized are from the movie Avengers. They are not my words.
Request: Hi there! You know that one shot you wrote called, “Meeting your idol,”? I was wondering if you could make a part two, or a separate story, where it takes place when Phil dies and Y/N was in the vicinity when it happened and while Steve and Tony are arguing instead of Fury telling them the Phil died she does and she throws the Captain America cards and her MIT acceptance letter at them and storms out. Ends in fluff and maybe Tony adopting teen!reader? Thanks love❤️😌    (I hope it’s okay I changed some things. The fluff just did not happen)
Prompt Sentence: "I don't need, or want your help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me."
Characters: Phil Coulson x Daughter!Reader, Fury, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
Summary: Y/n was there when her father died.This is a part 2 for Meeting Your Idol. You honestly don’t really have to read it to be able to read this. Just know that Tony and Y/n have met before.
Warnings: language, angst, talks about death, grieving for the death of a parent
Word Count: 1,261
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"I'm just saying, pick a weekend. I'll fly you to Portland. Keep love alive." Tony glances over his shoulder. "The smartass can stay with me if need be."
"Hey! I can take care of myself!" Y/n tries to look offended but fails when the billionaire turns to face her with a cheeky grin. 
She stays where she's standing, trying to give the group of heroes space. She notices that Captain America frowns when he sees her. She waves, hoping he won't voice his disapproval of her being here. 
She smiles when he waves back, a small grin visible on his face. She may have just met him today, but he seems to be a true gentleman.
Y/n listens to the banter, not able to resist the urge to roll her eyes when Tony makes fun of Fury for having to turn to see the screens.
She sticks close to Coulson for the next few hours; but when they’re alerted about Agent Barton breaking into the Helicarrier, they split up.
She was told to wait in his office; which was not what she wanted to do. But, being the good kid she is, Y/n did as she was told. 
But as time goes by and no one comes to get her; she decides to investigate herself. She barely makes it down the hall when she sees her father running with massive weapon in his hand.
She calls out to him but he doesn't hear her so she takes off after him. When he enters a room, she slows down, waiting. She hears him and another voice. 
Deciding she needs to know what they’re saying, she enters the room; shocked to see Loki. 
“Dad!” She cries out when Loki stabs her father in the back. “No!” Y/n sprints to her father, not even caring about the god. She kneels next to him, her hands covering over the stab wound. She cranes her neck over her shoulder, just now realizing Thor is in the prison cell her father had shown her the day before. 
She turns her head away from the Norse god as he and the prison cell drop. 
“You’re gonna lose.”
Y/n tries to shush her father, telling him to save his strength. 
Loki turns to face the father/daughter duo. “Am I?”
“It’s in your nature.”
Y/n applies more pressure to the wound as the bleeding worsens with each word.
“Your heroes are scattered, your floating fortress falling from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?”
“Your lack of conviction.”
Y/n moves her hands when she feels the weapon laying in Coulson’s lap start to vibrate. She barely stops herself from screaming as the weapon blasts the god through the wall. 
“So that’s what it does.”
Once Y/n gains her composure from her father’s action, she places her hands back on the wound. “Stay with me, Dad. Keep your eyes open. Please Dad, don’t leave me.”
She watches as her father tries to lift his hand to her cheek, but he isn’t strong enough.
“I love you, Y/n.”
“No, no, no. No!” She screams when someone grabs her from behind. 
“Y/n, Y/n! Calm down! Let my men take care of your dad.” 
Her body goes limp at hearing Fury’s voice. She sobs into her chest, her bloody hands stretch away from her face. She barely hears Fury talking to her dad. Through her heartache, she feels anger rise in her chest when Coulson talks about the heroes needing a reason to work together.
They both stay where they as the medics try to save her dad. When one of them shakes their head, Fury turns her away from Coulson.
“W-What does tha-”
“Y/n, I’m so-”
Y/n twists her body out of Fury’s grip. “Let me go!” She runs off, back to her father’s office. She curls herself under his desk, sobbing into her arms; not caring about the blood anymore. She stills when she hears the door open. Through a small gap in the desk, she watches as Fury grabs her father’s card collection. What is he doing with those? Her eyes widen when he smears blood on them. What the fuck?!
Deciding she needs to know what Fury is doing, she follows him. Fury pretends he doesn’t see her trailing behind him.
She follows him until she sees the back of Tony’s head. She stays back, wondering what Fury is going to say. 
“I guess he never did get you to sign these.” Fury says to Steve as he tosses the cards onto the table.
She understands what he’s doing now; but she’s not sure how she feels about him using her father like this. Even if it was Coulson’s idea. 
When Tony stands and turns to leave; the two make eye contact. She’s not really in the mood to talk to the billionaire so she turns on her heel and heads in the direction where her father died. 
Tony follows the teenager; only stopping when she does. He stares at the pool of blood, his heart hurting for the loss of a friend. “I-”
“Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say I’m sorry.” Y/n growls. 
“Honestly, I don’t know what to say to you.”
They both stay silent, neither one knowing where to go from there. Y/n’s the first to break the silence; digging into her pocket for a folded piece of paper. “Here.” She throws it at Tony’s feet. “I know you don’t like being handed things.” She elaborates when he sends her a questioning look. 
Tony picks up the paper, unfolding it. “I see you got the Stark Industries internship. Pepper will be pleased.” He tries to sound happy; and in any other situation, he would be.
“I don’t want it. Find someone else.”
“You do know I made this up just so you could work with Pepper, right?” When he doesn’t receive a reply, he changes the subject. “I know Coulson was your only family, and Pepper would kill me if I didn’t offer; but you could come stay with us. Live in a mansion in Cal-”
“I don’t want the internship and I don’t want to live with you! I don't need, or want your help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me!”
Steve heard shouting and decided to investigate; surprised when he sees that it’s Coulson’s daughter who’s doing the yelling. “What’s going on?”
“Oh now he cares” Y/n exclaims. “You all care now that he’s gone. Is that how it works?” She’s still shouting. “Here.” She moves towards Steve holding out the rest of her father’s collection. “Keep these as a reminder that a man died believing in you and your stupid boy band.” She slaps the cards in Steve’s hand. “Save the world, just like he wanted; or don’t. I don’t fucking care, because either way, I still lose my father.” She glares at Tony. “And what did you lose, huh? An acquaintance? A man to use as the butt of your jokes?” She turns to Steve. “What about you? You just met him today and now you’re all ready to come together and fulfill his last wish?” She scoffs. “It’s just all a part of being a hero, right?’
When neither man says anything, she rolls her eyes. “Screw it. There’s nothing holding me to this life anymore. I’m done with the spying, with the superheroes, with the missions, and I’m definitely done with the secrets. Good luck and goodbye!”
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ao3feed-mythology · 2 years
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Une valse pour les initiés
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by Ashizian
L’Ordre Illuminati est immense. Chaque Loge ressemble à une fourmilière, où la plus modeste information passe devant le regard d’une multitude d’initiés. Seulement, dans un monde où tout est décidé par les Élohim, jusqu’à quel point une assistante contrôle sa propre vie ?
Words: 1719, Chapters: 1/7, Language: Français
Series: Part 3 of L'Empereur des destinées
Fandoms: Original Work, Mesopotamian Mythology, Norse Religion & Lore, Ancient Egyptian Religion, Chinese Mythology, Japanese Mythology, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Ancient Persian Religion & Lore, Ancient Roman Religion & Lore, Ancient Arabian Religion & Lore, Carthaginian Religion & Lore, Celtic Mythology, Christian Bible (Old Testament), Jewish Scripture & Legend, Hindu Religions & Lore, Abrahamic Religions, Science-Fiction (Original Work), Fantasy (Original Work), Romance (Original Work), Science-Fantasy (Original Work), Magical Realism (Original Work)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Ancient History, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Ancient Technology, Ancient Egyptian Deities, Fictional Religion & Theology, Multiple Religion & Lore Sources, Biblical Scripture References (Abrahamic Religions), Gods, Goddesses, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Conspiracy, Government Conspiracy, Conspiracy Theories, Illuminati, Science Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Urban Legends, Alien Biology, Alien Cultural Differences, Alien/Human Relationships, Alien Technology, Immortality, Original Universe, Original Mythology, Teen Angst, Teenagers, Teen Romance, Magical Artifacts, Secret Organizations, Duty, Co-workers, Boss/Employee Relationship, Power Dynamics
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lokis-daggers · 3 years
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Untitled Thor/Loki brothers Fic (1/?)
As you can tell I suck at titles.
Prompt: Thor and Loki shenanigans before everything fell apart in Thor 1, Young adult teenage Thor and Loki. I'm not very well versed in Norse mythology, but I will try to be as accurate as possible.
Warnings: Hot/Cold, Fluff/Angst, Injuries (Whump, like a lot of it), Odin being the bag of shit that he was (abuse).
Poor grammar, tried my best to proofread, but please bare with me.
The wing was blowing through his hair, the smell of forest, mud and fresh rain all blended in the atmosphere covering the stench of sweat radiating from his body, Thor looked back and found his younger brother chasing him through the forest. "Where did you hide my book of enchantments mother gave me!?" Loki shouted from the top of his lungs, Thor smirked and simply continued running, he knew that Loki wasn't as fast a sprinter as he was, "Tell me what you were doing in fathers chambers last night and I'll give it back!" Thor turned around to check on the distance when he slipped on a patch of mud. Lokis eyes widened and took the chance to prance on top of his older, more muscular older brother. He took a branch from the ground, "Give it back now before I stab your eye out!" He gritted his teeth. Thor grabbed Loki by the collar and flipped him onto the ground, he took the branch from Lokis's hand and now had his elbow digging into Lokis's chest. Loki grunted in pain, surely the amount of pressure he was applying was only enough to restrain Loki not to hurt him so Thor was taken back when he heard the grunt of pain from his younger brother, he loosened his grip, "Just tell me what happened in fathers chambers!"
"Nothing! Nothing happened! I went to look for mother!" Loki shouted.
"You were in there for hours!" Thor shouted back.
"I needed help with a conjuring spell!" Loki lied.
"You're a terrible liar brother, Sif saw you exit the chambers last night looking defeated, she had thought that you might have gotten into a fight with Volstagg, but that was not the case." Thor picked him up from the ground and held him against a tree.
"Conjuring spells tire me out, I swear I was conspiring against you if that's what you worried about, now give me my book back!" Loki then took the chance to knee Thor in the groin.
Thor fell to the ground groaning in pain, "Jeez brother, that was uncalled for..." Thor held his hand in midair, the large leather-bound book then appeared. Loki took it back from his hand and walked away.
Thor picked himself back up and ran after his brother, "Do wanna join me hunting before dinner?" Thor asked him in a friendly tone.
"No." Loki walked faster.
"Come on brother! We all know you wanna come along, you can show off your dagger skills!"
"No."
"Loser."
Loki stopped in his tracks, "I beg your pardon"
Thor smirked, "Then beg."
Loki rolled his eyes and continued walking back to the palace.
"Sif is still telling everyone that her marksmanship is better than yours across the realms," Thor whispered into his ears tauntingly.
Loki laughed out loud, "Well you can tell her I'm going to show her true skills."
Thor picked up his steps and walked backwards in front of Loki, "Great! I'm taking that as a yes, meet at the city gates 2 hours before dinner!" Thor ran off into the village probably up to something stupid with the warriors three.
Loki dragged his feet back into his room, he calls it a room, but the size was comparable to a Midgardian middle school gymnasium. He plopped down by his desk and flipped through the pages of enchantments. The longer he sat in his chair the sorer he felt. He avoided the healer's chambers at all cost, worried that others would catch on about his mysterious ailments. He walked over to his bookshelf that was overflowing with books sprawled on the floor, he found a book of healing spells, he took the book to his bed and took his leather outer layer off, revealing the green shirt underneath, he lifted his shirt and saw the canvas of red and purple bruises, he sighed and held his right hand over the bruises to apply the spell, his hand glowed green as the pain faded away, the bruises remained. He pulled his shirt back down and rubbed his eyes, he was recalling how he got these bruises. Yesterday morning he was practicing his enchantments when he came up with an amazing idea. He was going to turn Thor into a frog. He baited his brother to the courtyard and when he was distracted he did exactly that, in a blink of an eye Thor was the size of his palm, after poking at his brother who was then a frog he tried to turn him back, but he couldn't, no matter how hard he focused on the spell he couldn't do it. He placed Thor into his pocket and ran to find his mother in the gardens, the issue was, the all-father was also there. Loki fell to his knees and asked his mother to turn his brother back, "Mother I am aware of my frivolous mistake, Can you please turn Thor back?"
Frigga looked to Odin and smiled, "You foolish child." Odin mumbled. Frigga waved her hand and the weight of his full-size brother fell on top of Loki, "Loki that was so cool!" Thor laughed. Frigga helped both her children up to their feet, "Now now, go and play."
Thor laughed and greeted his father goodbye before prancing off somewhere, Loki was about to follow him when Odin told, "Loki, I'll have a word with you later tonight." Loki bowed his head down and ran off to find Thor. Later that evening was standing outside of Odin's chamber. A guard opened the door for the young prince, when the doors closed, Loki felt a bash to the stomach. Odin and stomped him down onto his knees, "Do you know what you are being punished for, boy?" He asked in an ever so condescending tone.
"I was frivolous, foolish, I was not using my wits and caused a mess, I am truly sorry father."
Odin paced back and forth in front of Loki, "What would you have done if Frigga had not reversed your spell."
Loki hung his head low, "I promise father, it will not happen again" Odin swung Gungnir (His staff) towards Lokis's side, knowing to avoid his head to avoid visible injuries. Loki clenched his saw and continued kneeling. The hour or so he was being told off by Odin while taking a few kicks here nod there, by the time Odin got tired he ordered Loki back to his room. Loki hadn't noticed that Sif was right around the corner when he headed back to his room.
Loki closed the book of healing spells in front of him and sighed. This will all be worth it when he gets crowned king he thought to himself.
After some light reading, Loki walked over to his armoury and pulled out his set of daggers and his bow and arrow. He took his horse and headed towards the city gates. He made eye contact with Hogun first, he waved over to Loki, then so did the rest, Thor smiled from ear to ear when he spotted his brother. "Everyone's here!" Thor cheered. Fandral then asked, "So what are hunting today, elks?" Thor shook his head. "Even better Fandral, bandits." Thor was nodding his head. Everyone was taken back, Sif then spoke, "Wait, Thor, you don't mean the bandit camp in the southern forest do you?"
Thor cracked his knuckles and pointed to her, "Right on the nose. I heard father talking about their plan of rebellion and his plan to annihilate the camp with the guards, so I thought, what not a better idea than us going to annihilate the camp proving to Father and the nine realms what we are capable of!" No one else questioned his decision, but Loki. "Brother, I don't think that to be wise, if things go south we could be outnumbered the captured causing chaos in the palace. Then say that we do go and deafest the bandits, the fact that we are going on an unsanctioned palace mission will not make father happy."
Before Loki could begin his next sentence Thor was leading the others towards the southern forests. Loki has a moment of thought where he was going to go back to the palace to alert Odin, but then if Odin found that he left Thor and the others in the middle of the battlefield he would get the punishment of a lifetime, so he foolishly followed.
Thor didn't know what went wrong, one moment they had the upper hand and suddenly they were severely outnumbered, Thor looked around as he fended for himself to ensure that his friends and brother were okay.
Hogun was surrounded by the bandits Loki ran to his side to aid him, but Hogun was stabbed through his left shoulder, the sound of his scream as the blade ripped out of his flesh rang in Lokis ears, "Thor we need to go now!" Loki shouted, Sif ran over and assisted Hogun as Loki ran towards his foolish brother, he slew the bandits as he got closer and closer to Thor, "You idiot, we need to go now!" Loki grabbed onto Thor's shoulder, Thor had blood dripping down his face from a wound to the head, Loki didn't have time to worry about him as he physically dragged his brother back to the horses, Fandral was already running behind Hogun and Sif as he protected them from being attacked, Volstagg was surrounded, nowhere to run. Thor ran back and Loki had realized why, Loki gripped the twin daggers as he ran in to get Volstagg with Thor, at this point, it was 3 vs 20. Thor hoisted Volstagg up and fought his way through, Loki was right behind them, then Loki noticed a bandit aim an arrow right at Thor from between the Trees, Loki tried to conjure a shield of some sort, but it didn't work, when the arrow was released Loki pushed Thor down to the ground, Volstagg falling with him, Loki felt the pain of the arrow rip through him, his right side was on fire before Thor could form a sentence Loki pulled the arrow and aimed it with his bow, he shot the arrow wielding bandit through the eye and continued running. Once everyone was on the horses they raced back to the palace, no one had yet been alerted. It was now 20 minutes to dinner, Odin and Frigga would be in the great hall. Loki was holding a handkerchief to his wound, blood seeping through his fingers, instead of jumping off from his horse he practically fell off if Thor had not quickly caught him. "Loki, we need to get you to the healers," Thor said as ripped a piece of cloth from his cape to press against Loki. Lokis's eyes widened, "No, Thor please, no healers" It was the first time in a very long time that he heard Loki use the word please in a non-sarcastic tone. "Bring me to my room, I have a book of healing spells," Loki mumbled.
Thor dragged Loki to his room, while Frandrall and Sif got Hogun and Volstagg to the healer's chambers.
Thor sat Loki down on the bed, he was barely conscious, Thor found the book on Lokis's desk, Loki was pulling off his armour and shirt to reveal the bruising and scratches. Loki lifted the piece of cloth from his wound. "Brother, you look like absolute shit. I'm bringing mother." Thor turned for the door when Loki grabbed him by the wrist. "Brother, don't. I can handle this myself. Put your muscles to good use and cover my mouth." Loki cringed as the sentence sounded better in his head. Loki adjusted himself so he leaning against the headboard of the bed, he flipped to a page in the spellbook and repeated the phrase in his head, there was now a bright green glow from his hand, Thor placed his hand over Lokis mouth as Loki held his hand to the bleeding wound, Loki was screaming in his hand as Thor watch the skin mend back together and the bleeding stopped. Loki was his hand over scapes and bruises, Thor noticed that some of them were old, the bruising were a different shade of purple than the new ones on his arms, and the cuts had dried blood that was almost brown, he knew from past injuries himself that Loki did not obtain those today, it had to be at least a day old, but Loki was with him all at yesterday, then it dawned upon him, the only time they parted ways when Loki was in Odin's chamber. Thor looked back to Loki was still healing himself, his other hand gripping onto the bedsheets, the way his hand moved was all too familiar, rehearsed, he had practiced. When Loki finished he collapsed onto the bed, Thor was shaking him by the shoulders, "Loki, Loki? Are you okay?" Loki breathed heavily, his voice was hoarse, "I'm fine, I just need to rest, tell Mother and Father I will not be joining them for dinner, come up with an excuse." Loki relaxed onto his sheets. Thor sighed and fetched a palace guard outside of Lokis room, "Yes my prince?" the guard knelt onto one knee, "Inform mother and father that Loki and I are catching up on our studies and will not be joining them in the great hall this evening" Thor used his commanding voice. "Yes. Will that be all my prince."
"Yes."
Thor went to this room to change out of the blood-drenched armour and washed his face. He quickly went back to Lokis's room. He found his younger brother in the same position he had left him. Thor took a basin of hot water and wiped down the blood from his brother's face and body. "I'm sorry I got you into this mess, I guess you can say that we're even on the whole frog thing yesterday and you were right, about us not being able to handle the bandits, I knew you were right, but I just wanted to prove to father that we can do it, that we have what it takes to be king." Thor sighed as he changed Loki into clean clothes. Loki was completely knocked out and didn't hear a word Thor said. Thor adjusted Lokis's body so he was sleeping in the correct position, he covered him with the blanket and stared at Loki, "Were you always this small?" He whispered to himself. Thor sat on the floor at the end of the bed and thought back to when they were children, Loki had just learnt how to shapeshift and Thor was playing in the garden. Loki turned into a snake cause he knew how much Thor loved snakes, Thor immediately picked him up and played with him, Loki saw the opportunity to quickly turn back into his original form and stabbed him with a small dagger, it was nothing fatal, but it still hurt. The laugh that echoed from his little brother and the huge smile on his face will forever be recorded as Thor's favourite memory of child Loki. Thor remembered the small stab wound aching even after the healers applied medicine, he could only begin to imagine the pain Loki had endured when he took that arrow. Slowly as he recalled other memories Thor drifted off into slumber.
It was now the dead of night when Thor was woken by Loki, he was talking in his sleep, Thor ran to Loki, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. Loki was mumbling in his sleepy, at first Thor couldn't comprehend what he was saying, but then he heard, "Father... I'm sorry, I'm foolish, sorry..." Thor felt this anger bubbling inside him. Thor used the cuff of his sleeve to wipe Lokis face, "Loki, it's okay, fathers no here" Thor whispered to Loki, Thor grabbed the other pillow and placed it in between Lokis arms, he knew his brother loved to cuddle in his sleep when they were children and shared a room, Loki had an alligator toy that he cuddled with to sleep every night. He watched as Loki calmed down and fell back into a deep slumber. Thor looked out to the tall stained-glass windows and swore to never allow anyone to hurt his brother like this again.
Notes: Thanks for reading and I hope you excused all my grammar errors. I have a glimpse of what part 2 looks like. Hope to get it out as soon as possible. You are loved, I love you. Talk again soon! - Crystal.
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ao3feed-lokiangst · 2 years
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Did you want to see me broken? (--Bowed head and lowered eyes?)
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by llamallamaduck
It’s not an exaggeration to say that between a tyrannical government, two overpowered, under-socialized teenagers, the sudden influx of foreign royals and his own crippling sense of self-loathing, Roy Mustang has his hands quite full.
That’s not to say he doesn’t need things. He does, very much. A new Führer, preferably himself. A good social worker with a phenomenal therapist in their employ. A diplomatic corps who advise things other than Yes, Sir, my expert opinion is that we should invade, murder everyone and take all their resources. A husband who will hold his hand through the copious therapy for his PTSD and depression.
What he doesn’t need, he notes, is a third wildly overpowered, under-socialized teenager, except this one is, by all accounts, a witch and has his lips sewn together with metal thread.
Words: 6915, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Whumptober 2021
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Norse Religion & Lore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: Gen
Characters: Roy Mustang, Loki (Marvel), Olivier Mira Armstrong, Maes Hughes, Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric
Relationships: Loki (Marvel) & Roy Mustang, Olivier Mira Armstrong & Loki, Maes Hughes & Loki
Additional Tags: Whumptober 2021, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dimension Travel, Crossover, Roy isn't paid enough for this, Reluctant parent Roy, It's a family fic if you look sideways and squint
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