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rebelliousstories · 1 year

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Safe In Your Arms

Relationship: David Loki x Reader

Fandom: Prisoners

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Dark Themes, Crimes Against Children, Anxiety, Strong Language

Word Count: 2,100

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Summary: Loki hasn’t been home in days; no problem.

Letting out a deep sigh, a man sat at his desk and ran his hands through his hair harshly. His tattoos looked dull against his skin form lack of sleep, nutrition, and well, sunlight. He let his phone ring for the 3rd time that hour; the hour that he was suppose to be home. In all honesty, he was suppose to be home several hours ago but this current case was hitting him hard. Child cases were always the roughest for him. They reminded him of the past he tried so hard to be better than.

“Loki!” Another sigh. David looked up to see his captain walking closer to him with that stupid look on his face.

“We got that suspect in custody. Picked up for a traffic violation, can ya believe it? Anyways, he’s all yours. Room two.” This was just what he needed when his body was screaming for rest. The interrogation was cold, but it helped keep both detective and suspect awake through the grueling process. Two hours had gone by and nothing. He was getting absolutely nothing from the guy. The frustration had long since creeped in; all he wanted was a confession. Loki knew the man was guilty. There were too many eyewitnesses that placed this man with the kids, too many stories from the children they were able to get released. He was about as guilty as anyone could get, but without the lab results coming back or a confession, the man would walk.

“What’d you do to those boys, Steve?” Loki had moved to crowding the man in the corner. He never touched him, but he made sure to stay in his bubble. Steve didn’t look the detective in the eyes as he cowered in the corner of the interrogation room. All through the questioning, Steve had maintained that he did nothing, but Loki knew different. Growing up in the way that he did; it gave him a unique perspective on types of people. The horrors of the boys home he grew up in left scars that he would never be rid of, but they helped in these situations.

“I didn’t do anything. You got the wrong guy. I only cared for those boys; I didn’t do anything wrong.” The man cried as he shook in the corner. He cowered away from Loki, trying to keep as much distance between the two as possible. David’s eyes blinked rapidly, and he let out a deep sigh. He stepped away, and watched as Steve visibly relaxed. His hands stopped shaking, his body too. Steve’s eyes darted quickly around the room and over Loki’s figure, like a scared, cornered animal. He made a mad rush for Loki and both of them fell to the floor. Grappling, and trying to get dominance, the men were caught in a power struggle. David finally managed to get his hands up to where he could grab Steve’s shoulders. He brought his knee up and connected to his gut. The assailant groaned in pain and fell to the floor, while Loki moved around and got his cuffs on the man.

“Wrong move, asshole.” Loki hauled the man up and shoved him down in the seat while the door to the room opened. Two uniformed police officers moved in to help subdue the man, and get him properly detained. Steve started to laugh as the chain was attached to the cuffs, and the bar on the table, which caused David to stop before his hand reached the handle of the door. Confused, the detective turned back to look at the man.

“What?” Steve continued to laugh to himself. Loki moved closer and placed his hands on the tabletop.

“What the fuck’s so funny?” Slowly, Steve laughter dwindled down. He took just a moment to collect himself before he leaned forward and spoke quietly. So quietly, that Loki was doubting if he said anything at all.

“You. Big, bad, Detective David Loki. Rising up and leaving that boys home. Huntington, right? Shame it closed down. Those boys were so cared for. Just like these boys are,” Steve leaned even closer, and stood up to be eye level with Loki, “you won’t make it stick. I’ll walk out of here without any charges and you’ll obsess over this case. Those boys love me, and they won’t speak out against anyone at the home. They know what will happen.” With that, the man sat down and smiled. He stared Loki down, while his mind tried to wrap itself around the situation. Loki mirrored Steve and got close to his face to where they shared the same breath.

“I will make this stick. Those boys are terrified of you; that’s not love. And you know what, I’ll put you away on child charges which will be great for you in prison. And once I’ve gotten you, I’ll get everyone else that allowed that to happen in the boys home. I will make sure that happens.” David turned and left the room swiftly, ignoring Steve’s calls of his name. The whole ordeal made his head swim and not in the way that he liked. Everything was too much; too bright, too loud, too smelly, too itchy. His steps to his desk may have looked confident, but inside he was crumbling down.

He held his head in his hands and took deep breaths, trying so desperately not to fly off the handle. The noise around him muddled into pure white noise, and his eyes slipped shut. Saliva started to pool in his mouth as his heart dropped. He could feel himself get sick and want to throw up, but he pushed it down. If he could just make it through this day, this case; he could reward himself with a night in with his wife. That would be lovely. But what if she was planning on leaving him because of his work schedule? He was never home, but he tried to make it home in time for dinner. It didn’t always work but every dinner he missed, would just be a chance at asking it up to her. She truly had that patience of a saint but was it enough. Thoughts ran wild in his head, as he tuned out the outside world.

“Dave? David? Honey, are you alright?” A hand waved in front of his vision. Startling himself back into his chair, he slowly calmed down. She was here. His darling wife. In her hands were several bags that each had smells galore coming from them. Blinking a few times, Loki stood up abruptly from his desk and grabbed on of the bags out of her hands, and grabbed her wrist to lead her through the station. She never questioned where he was leading her, trusting him to make the decisions he needed to. David led his wife into an empty conference room and dumped the food on the table. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into him, immediately putting his nose in her neck. The strain hurt beyond belief, but the comfort trumped the pain in his neck.

Breathe in, hold, breathe out. The routine that he had developed over the last few decades, now had the added component of being in his wife’s arms. Her hands came up and stroked through his dark hair gently. Careful not to tug, she stood on her tiptoes to make it easier for her husband to decompress. She tried to follow his breathing, which helped keep her calm.

“Rough case?” She felt him nod into her neck. Mrs. Loki realized early on that if David was this worked up, it was best to ask him yes or no questions as forming words would lead to a complete breakdown.

“Can you eat a little something please? That will help the sick feeling in your stomach right now.” David nodded again, knowing that his wife had witnessed this before and knew the signs. She led him over to the chairs nearby and gently dropped him in one, before placing herself in one right next to his. His hands stayed on her while she dished out the meal she had prepared for the both of them. David’s eyes were unfocused but he tried to keep them on her. His head like it was floating upside down. Swimming in the negative emotions that were there, and repressed memories that had resurfaced after years of trying to keep them buried.

“Here, honey. Small bites, okay? Think you can do small bites?” The fork was transferred to his hand after she cut up the meat in the box. As David got pulled back to reality, his wife tried to keep him eating and listening. She even went as far as to take over when his fork slipped from his unclenched hand, and feed him small bites of meat and rice. Slowly but surely, David was finally able to make out his wife’s face and voice clearly. When she noticed the switch, her smile softened as her heart swelled.

“Hey, honey. You okay now?” David nodded and went to go eat more food, but noticed that it was all gone. They must have finished their meals while he was zoned out.

“Thank you for this. Just a… rough case. A really fucking rough case.” He muttered quietly, looking down at his hands. He grabbed hers as well and toyed with the wedding ring he had put there years ago. The little ‘DL’ on her finger was barely visible with the bands blocking the view.

“No need to thank me. No matter what it is, I’ll be there for you. And I know that whatever case your on, no matter how hard, you’ll solve it. You’ll take on the full weight of the case, not accept practically anyone’s help, and you won’t come home for days on end because you’ll sleep in one of the cells so you’re close in case you’re needed. And then you’ll come home once you’ve solved it, and we’re going to have a nice dinner where you tell me about how you knew it was the right person all along. Then, we’ll go to bed in each others arms. When we wake up the next morning, we’ll do the cycle all over again.” David looked into her eyes as she concluded her mini speech. It may not have been the most inspirational and uplifting, but to him, it meant the world. His face cracked into a rare, genuine smile as he leaned in closer to his wife. Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, it quickly turned into a full lip lock as the couple reached up to grab the other’s face.

“Thank you.” Loki whispered as he pulled away. He was a man of few, emotional words, but he always believed that actions spoke louder than words could ever. His lover just patted his cheek and pulled away, starting to stow away the boxes that held their lunches and drinks.

“Of course, honey. It’s what I’m here for. Now, do you need anything else before you get back to your case, detective Loki?” She said, teasingly. Her hands were suddenly free from the bags as David walked closer and grabbed her hips.

“Maybe one more kiss?” His question was near silent, just like his partners answer. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she guided his head towards hers. The instant their lips touched again, David felt his body relax, and the tension leave.

Soon, she had to leave, as work called both of them away from each other. While David sat at his desk, his mind wandered. This case was going to be hard on him; that was certain. Child cases were hard on anyone, but he had to keep trying. No one helped him when he was their age. No one came to his rescue except his own self. But if he could help these boys be better than him, that would be a win in his books. David’s personal phone buzzed on the table in front of him.

There’s going to be meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and veggies for dinner tonight if you come home. Love you <3

It was difficult to curb the smile that threatened to overtake his face. He only allowed a small smile to peak through before returning his face to neutral. Maybe he should go home and sleep in his own bed tonight. It might help to give him a fresh set of eyes. Yeah, that was what he needed. To fall asleep in the arms of his wife, where he was safe.

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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Dead Men Tell No Tales (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, ghost sex, murder, ghost!Loki

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summary: You and your husband's dream home turns into your prison.

“It has…character.”

You smiled at your husband from over your shoulder, taking his lead and turning to look around at the place again. It was the oldest house in the neighborhood, and it certainly looked the part. That was part of it’s charm in your eyes, and although it was more your style than Thor’s, you could tell that he kind of liked that about it too.

“…but that’s the beauty of it,” you told him, wrapping your arms around him. “It looks lived in and not so cookie cutter like the rest.”

You drank it all in, gaze lingering on a cobweb and taking a mental note.

“It actually looks like a home.”

“Its dusty like one too,” the blond man grumbled, and you patted his shoulder as he passed you.

While Thor went to empty the rest of the things from the car, you paced around the living room. You had only been here twice before deciding to buy it, and you couldn’t be happier that it was finally yours. It looked so different from all of the other houses in the area, and you’d fallen in love at first sight. You were mentally deciding where everything would go when you heard a creak from upstairs.

Startled, you glanced up with a frown.

The house was old, so expanding pipes and whatnot was something you expected. Still, you made your way upstairs anyway, hand grazing the railing as you went. Despite the lack of curtains on the windows, the upstairs seemed so much darker. You eyed the window in the hallway, noting how the sunlight seemed to struggle to bleed through.

The master bedroom was at the end of the hall, and you glanced in the other two rooms as you passed them along the way. There was a fond smile on your lips as you wondered how you’d decorate them for your children someday. Thor was so persistent about kids, but you wanted to wait a few more years first. You were too selfish, right now, and you liked that it was just you and Thor.

The master bed was larger than your last one, and you walked around the space. You could hear Thor downstairs, a grunt leaving him as he dropped a heavy box. You wondered if all of the windows upstairs were made from the same material because light seemed to struggle to break through this one too. You made the decision to open it, letting in some fresh air.

The cool breeze outside ruffled your dress a bit, and you felt a brush along the side of your neck. Your first task in the morning would be a deep cleaning of the house, that was for sure. You leaned your hands on the sill, eyes roaming along the street, lingering on the houses that you could see. You’d never been the neighborly type, but you wanted to change that this go round.

You felt the faintest of touches on your shoulder, and you smiled before turning around.

“Did you get everything-?”

You cut yourself off at the sight of an empty room, frowning slightly.

You noted that you could still hear Thor downstairs, and your frown deepened. You could’ve sworn that he was in the room with you, but the window was open. It was evidently the wind, and you decided to join him downstairs to finish helping.

You greeted him with a kiss at the door.

“Anything I can grab?”

Thor shook his head vigorously.

“Absolutely not. Much too heavy…”

You pouted slightly, ignoring him before making your way outside. Thor wasn’t lying, you supposed. So many of the boxes just had so much stuff in them, but you found a moderately sized one that didn’t give you too much trouble. You turned to go back inside when something caught your eye, and you glanced up. Your bedroom window was empty, but you frowned, swearing that you’d saw something up there that wasn’t there before.

You wiped your forehead, relieved to be finished with the kitchen. As silly as it seemed, you’d decided to start upstairs and work your way down. Thor was out getting more things from the house, and you knew that he’d be back any moment now with movers and the bigger furniture. Even without a proper bedframe, you’d slept like a baby.

“You must have been dreaming about me,” Thor had purred this morning before he left, a grin on his lips, and his hands on your waist. “You sounded like you were having the time of your life in your sleep.”

You had laughed him off, mostly because you couldn’t even remember what you had dreamt about. With the hecticness of the move and everything, you and Thor hadn’t had as much time for each other, but you knew that would be coming to an end once everything was settled. Thor could hardly go two days without touching you, so you knew that this was hell for him.

You looked around with a proud smile, eager to get in the shower.

When your foot landed on the first step, you heard a creak from behind you that made you shudder. You blinked, turning around slowly, eyes landing on the cracked door. You frowned, wondering if you hadn’t closed it all the way this morning. With reluctance, you went to push it closed, locking it too before staring at the lock for a while.

Hadn’t you locked it?

You hummed to yourself, wrapping your arms around yourself as you went upstairs. This neighborhood was almost unbelievably safe, but you’d never sit in the house all day with the door unlocked, and yet… You adjusted the thermostat as you passed it, brows drawing together at the low temperature in the house. It was so cool outside, and no matter how much you adjusted it, you just couldn't get this house to warm up.

You told yourself to get Thor or a professional to look at it.

Your shower was soothing, the water warming you up in ways that the thermostat refused to. Truthfully, you could’ve stayed under the spray for hours, but getting this house in order was a priority for you, right now. When you got out of the shower, you were hit with the sobering chill of the house, and you glanced over just as you wrapped your towel around you.

Your bathroom door was wide open.

Your lips parted, swearing to yourself that you’d shut it. After all, you wanted to keep all of the heat in while you showered. You approached the door, placing your hand on it and looking up at the vent above it. You looked around, feeling uneasy when you heard a creak from the hallway.

“Thor?”

Your husband didn’t answer you, and you slowly approached the doorway. There wasn’t anyone in the hall, and you tightened your towel around you. The disturbing sensation of being watched filled you, and you looked down the hallway to your right. Satisfied that you were alone in the house, you shut your bedroom door behind you.

The sweater that you pulled over your head was the greatest comfort to you, right now. you were just pulling on some comfortable pants when you heard a truck outside. You glanced out of the window to confirm that it was the movers with Thor leading them in your car. You didn’t hesitate to meet them downstairs.

“The place looks delightful, sweetheart.”

Thor’s deep baritone greeted you at the door as he took in the spotless house with wide eyes.

“Thank you. Now, if only we could get it to warm up…”

He frowned a bit at your tone and words, and you pulled him aside as the movers carried the couch in. He briefly directed them on where he wanted it before turning back to you.

“The heater or thermostat isn’t working like it should. It’s freezing in here,” you told him.

He pulled you closer with a hum, nose scrunching as he looked around.

“Yes, I did notice how cold it was in here. I thought that maybe you’d gotten overheated.”

He rubbed your arms.

“I’ll take a look at it- Oh, that goes upstairs. Let me show you…”

He left you to lead one of the men, and you gave a polite smile to another as he brought in the dining table. You leaned against the wall, watching them bring everything in, and again, that feeling of being watched caused you to shudder. The place was filled with men brining in furniture, so it shouldn’t have been a surprising feeling. Yet somehow, it didn’t seem like the feeling came from any of them.

When they were finally gone, and you and Thor had the house to yourselves, you couldn’t resist bouncing on the bed.

“We only just got the bed, and already you wish to break it,” he chuckled from his place in the doorway.

“Oh please,” you waved him off, falling to your back. “If it can withstand you and all your glory then it can withstand anything.”

Thor was quick to join you, a grin on his lips as he kissed you. The kiss was hungry, hands just as eager, and you sighed into his mouth. You didn’t think anyone was more excited to christen the house than you. It was evident in how fast you managed to get Thor out of his clothes. He laughed at your antics, and you slapped his shoulder.

“I want you,” you unapologetically told him. “What’s so funny about that?”

You chuckled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as he made himself comfortable on top of you. Your fingers ran through his golden locks, excited to twist them around your hands. Once your sweater was gone, your pants didn’t stand a chance, and you threw your head back as Thor kissed his way down your body.

Your head lolled a bit, turning to the side, and you blinked at your reflection in your new mirror. For a split second, Thor’s blond hair almost looked darker. Almost looked black, but one flutter of your lashes, and it was gone. You briefly thought that the move was messing with your head, and you pushed it aside to focus on your husband.

You never felt safer than when you were in Thor’s arms, than when you were beneath him. He pressed kisses to your lips and cheek as he thrust into you, hips curving against yours in a way that drove you crazy. Thor wasn’t your first, but the way he made love to you and cherished you made you forget all those who came before him.

He might as well had been your first.

“I can’t wait until I can lose the condom,” he groaned into your mouth.

You giggled, lifting your hips towards his.

“One day…”

“You keep saying that,” he said, lifting his head to gaze down at you.

His smile was small, and the pleading look in his blue eyes almost made you want to give in.

“I like that it’s just us, right now,” you whispered, blinking up at him. “Think about it. If we had kids, right now, we wouldn’t be doing this…”

You wrapped your legs around him, and Thor groaned, making you grin.

“We’d be sitting with them until they fell asleep…or they’d be in here, sleeping with mommy and daddy. I’m not in a rush for that,” you whispered, playing with his hair.

Thor didn’t bring it up for the rest of the night, content to lose himself in the feel of you. When you came around him for the second time, you were actually thankful for the broken heater, welcoming the cold atmosphere of the house.

“Have you seen my necklace?”

You opened the cabinet, disappointed before moving onto the side of the tub. Thor stood in front of the sink, brushing his teeth while roaming his gaze around the bathroom.

"Uh...the gold one?"

"The one you bought me,” you corrected with a sigh. “The one I literally never take off.”

Not once had it ever fallen off in your sleep either, and you huffed. You made your way to the bed, lifting the sheets and pillows to no avail. You scoffed to yourself, shaking your head with a frown.

“It’s like it just got up and walked away…”

Thor eventually joined you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“It’ll turn up, I’m sure,” he reassured you.

Thor had been lucky enough to transfer jobs just right before the move, and while you liked having him home, you knew how much he enjoyed working. You had been working from home for years now, so nothing had changed for you, and you forced yourself to accept his words.

“I’ll look at the heater when I come home,” he promised you, kissing you goodbye at the door.

You swallowed down your apprehension as you watched him leave.

You’d been in this house for weeks now, and although you couldn’t explain it, something was…off.

Your necklace going missing just happened to be the last straw for your blissful ignorance. Over the course of about a month, your shoes have winded up in places you hadn’t left them. Things would be moved after turning your back for maybe a minute. The house would creak and although you’d written it off to old pipes and expanding wood, even you had to admit that it sounded less like an old house and more like…footsteps.

Your mother was the one who believed in all that stuff.

It wasn’t that you didn’t, but more so that you didn’t want to. This was your dream house in your dream neighborhood. You and your husband were happy and settled, and in a few years, you’d probably welcome your first child. You didn’t want negative thoughts to cast a shadow onto any of that, but you also couldn’t ignore what was right in front of you.

This was the umpteenth time that the heater had gone out.

You swore that Thor fixed it every few days or so, and you had stopped begging him to let you bring in a professional. You had a feeling that this wasn’t anything a professional could fix. You’d been ignoring it, but you were slowly starting to accept that you and Thor weren’t alone in this house.

Spirits aren’t always out to hurt us.

That’s what your mother would say, and you knew if you called her up now, she’d say no different over the phone. You were slicing a lemon, and you paused at the sign of movement out of the corner of your eye. When you looked over, nothing and no one was there, of course, and you sighed. Lately, you just counted down the minutes until Thor came home, and you thought to yourself that this wasn’t what your life was supposed to be.

You spent a few hours doing some work, typing away on your laptop in the living room. There was a point where you became so focused that you’d forgotten about your worries entirely. The faint noises that you heard didn’t even register to you. At least, not until you heard something shatter in the kitchen. You flinched with a gasp, hurriedly setting your laptop aside.

You were cautious in approaching the kitchen area, mindful of both the glass and whatever else may be around. When you glanced up, you saw that the cabinet was open, and the place where one of your glasses were was empty. Instead, the pieces of it were all over the floor. You swallowed, pressing your hand to your chest and glancing around.

As you swept up the glass, you desperately wanted to bring it up to Thor, but you knew what he’d say, and you weren’t wrong.

“Died?”

“Yes,” you sighed. “The realtor was very vague about the history of this place, and now I’m just curious if anyone died here. Probably recently…”

Thor placed his huge hands on his hips, letting out a hearty laugh, but it died in his throat at your own expression. He blinked, lips parting as he approached.

“Hey…hey, sweetheart… You look…you look scared. What’s wrong?”

“Thor…” you gave him a look. “You have to fix that heater at least twice a week. It’s always so cold in here…”

“Ah,” he sighed with a slight smile, and you shook your head.

“This isn’t some lighthearted thing to me. Today…”

You trailed off, swallowing your words about what happened today.

“Things happen when you’re not here that…terrify me, Thor.”

“Like what?”

You swallowed, and your husband took your hand.

“Doors opening by themselves when I know I locked them. Cabinets somehow opening and glasses just…falling out. I try to ignore it, but I’m so uneasy, and this is my dream home! I’m supposed to love it here,” you told him.

Thor’s face had hardened at that, and you knew Thor wasn’t the most openminded, but your fear must have been evident all over your face. With a sigh, he pulled you into his arms, soothing sounds leaving him.

“I’ll look into it for you…if that will ease your heart,” he promised.

You nodded, leaning against him, and as you glanced up, your eyes caught the mirror above the fireplace, swearing you saw a shadowy figure pass by.

You could feel sleep leaving you sometime in the night, and you let out a soft hum. Soft fingers brushed along your bare back, and Thor’s chest slowly rose and fell beneath your head. You moved closer to him, and you felt his fingers drag along your lower back…then past your backside…and down to your leg.

You opened your eyes.

The room was dark save for the slight moonlight that bled through the curtains. Thor’s soft snores and soft breathing were the only sounds, and the stillness of the rest of the house caused a shiver to travel down your spine. You lifted your head only slightly to glance around…and you froze.

There in the doorway stood a figure. He was tall, but not taller than Thor. Probably about the same height actually, and he was much thinner. Lither. He stood still in the doorway, and the more you stared at him, the heavier your breathing became. Slowly, you reached to shake Thor, and he groaned.

“Thor.”

Your voice was so low, barely a whisper and choked with tears. You didn’t take your eyes off of the figure as you shook your husband, and the man before you tilted his head to the side. You took note of the hair that brushed his shoulder as he did.

“Thor…”

Your husband was finally awake, grumbling your name, and you knew when he saw what you saw by how quickly he sat up. He cut on the lamp within seconds, but when light flooded the room, no one was in the hall. Your husband cursed, and you reached out to try and stop him as he moved to get up.

“Thor, no, don’t-.”

You cut yourself off, watching as he angrily put on some pants, hurrying to grab the bat he kept in the closet. Too afraid to sit alone, you threw on one of his shirts, quickly attaching yourself to his back despite his protests. You looked around his arm and into the hallway, but it was empty.

“Stay here,” he gently told you, pushing you back into the room.

“But-.”

“If someone is in the house, I don’t want you getting hurt,” he said.

You opened your mouth, but he was already shutting the door in your face before you could reply. You didn’t know how to explain to him that he wouldn’t find anyone. You didn’t need confirmation, but you knew that the man you saw tonight was the same entity making you uncomfortable in your own home. As you waited for Thor, you slowly sat back, pulling your legs onto the bed and wrapping your arms around them.

You looked around the empty room, feeling anything but alone.

Your eyes landed on the window, and your gaze wasn’t drawn to your reflection, but instead of the man behind you.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and you felt frozen in place as you stared at one another. The man was fair, his skin nowhere near as tanned as Thor’s. His hair was as dark as night, and it curled beneath his ears, some strands falling into his face. He stood right behind you where you sat, towering over you, and the expression on his angular features was even…calm. Much calmer than yours.

Your lips parted as you watched him reach for you, and as you watched his hand play with your hair…you felt it too.

You spun around in shock, a few tears escaping at the sight of an empty room. There was no sign of that man, and the only evidence of him lingered in the air. There was a faint aroma that didn’t belong to you or Thor, something sickly sweet that was almost offensive to the nose.

When Thor burst into the room, you jumped, looking at him with tears in your eyes.

“The house is empty,” he sighed, closing and locking the bedroom door behind him.

“Yeah…I figured…”

He paused at your words, face falling and shoulders sagging at the look on your face. He took a deep breath before dropping the bat and reaching for you.

“I am sorry,” he breathed.

You looked at him in confusion.

“For what?”

Thor sat down and pulled you into his lap, resting his hands on either side of your face.

“You voiced your fears to me, and even though I did reach out to the realtor as you wished…it was more so to appease you. Your concerns were not serious to me, and for that, I’m sorry.”

You gave your husband a small smile, slightly shaking your head.

“I mean, your wife thinks your house is haunted. It’s…okay…”

You shrugged, and Thor shook his head.

“It’s not,” he argued. “You must hate being here all alone all day, and we will do what we must to make this house safe for you. Physical or not, I will have no man creeping about in my house.”

You let out a soft chuckle at his words, feeling slightly better. Thor rubbed your back, and for some reason, you didn’t tell him about what you saw. What you felt. You didn’t know why, but the thought of telling him left a very bad feeling in your gut. The bad feeling remained for days, only getting worse when Thor welcomed the realtor into your house.

“Yes, well,” she started, adjusting her glasses as she sat on the couch before you. “I will admit that I was not legally required to disclose the full history of the house to potential buyers, and considering how long we’d been trying to sell this place…”

She trailed off, no need to finish, and although you could practically feel how angry Thor was at this knowledge, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be. Ms. Lewis was only doing her job, what she felt was best for her company and herself. Besides, it wasn’t like the average person even believed in ghosts and lingering spirits, so you imagined she’d initially viewed it as harmless.

When she pulled a folder out of her purse and handed it to you, you didn’t hesitate to flip through it as she talked to your husband.

“The house was built sometime during the 1910s,” she told you both. “The original owners were the only ones who…lived and died here.”

You looked up at that, and she cleared her throat.

“It went unoccupied for decades after that but considering how important historical monuments and buildings are here, the option to tear it down and rebuild was hit with unanimous pushback.”

She looked uneasy, and when your gaze fell back to the papers in your lap…you understood why. Your heart dropped just as Thor asked the one question she evidently didn’t want to answer.

“How did the original owners die?”

You fingered the copy of the photo, your gaze somehow trapped by that of the familiar man before you. You’d only seen him once, in the reflection of your window, but it was the kind of face you’d never forget. The black and white photo didn’t do his beauty justice, and as your eyes stared into his, you knew that the scales of grey were dimming what you knew to be a vibrant green.

“The owner…well, he… He murdered his wife before killing himself.”

You had already read that, and Thor’s sharp inhale was loud.

“Here? In this…house?”

The other woman didn’t say anything, but you surmised that she had nodded.

“We’re talking about something that happened over a century ago,” she chuckled, trying to make light of the situation.

Neither you nor your husband laughed, and eventually hers died down too. Your mother’s words came to mind, but you were sure they didn’t apply in this situation. This man…this ghost had already proven himself to be violent in perhaps the worst way possible, and you knew that you and Thor could afford to leave. This wasn’t some horror film where all of your money was tied up in this place, and gratefully, Thor had brought it up first before you did once she was gone.

“What do you want to do?”

He held your hands, and you sighed as you gazed into his eyes.

“I really don’t want to be run out of my own home, but…it seems stupid to stay.”

“Hey,” he said, cupping your chin. “You don’t have to decide right away.”

You nodded at that.

“You can think on it, and in the meantime, I’ll make phone calls and get prepared to leave…just in case.”

You took a deep breath, nodding again.

“Are you sure? I just… I hate the thought of making you drag us all over the east coast just because I’m a little spooked,” you whispered.

“Whatever you saw that night, I saw it too. Don’t forget that,” he reminded you. “You’re not alone in this.”

Thor spent more days at home now, and for that you were grateful. Oddly enough, the house did feel different when he was around. Almost like you had nothing to fear, and before you knew it, weeks had gone by without an incident. Thor was still prepared to pack up and leave if that was what you decided, and you had stupidly thought to yourself that maybe the problem had gone away on its own.

That maybe that man, Loki as you had read, had moved on.

You could hear Thor downstairs on a business call when you got out of the shower. You didn’t want to interrupt him, but the more the hot water had relaxed your muscles, the more you craved your husband. Telling yourself that he would join you when he was done, you made yourself comfortable in bed.

The book you were reading was about spirituality, and you found yourself highlighting certain things you thought would be helpful. Sage and white candles, and you knew if your mother could see you now, she’d laugh. This was more her forte than yours, and here you were, turning into her. At some point, you could feel yourself dozing off, the highlighter slipping from your fingers, and considering how many nights you’d spent worrying for nothing, you couldn’t help but to welcome sleep.

It was dreamless at first, but then you felt the soft brush of fingers over your lip. You hummed, and the fingers danced down the expanse of your throat. Equally soft lips joined them there, and it was then that you realized it wasn’t a dream. You could feel your sheets beneath your frame, and you felt a small smile dance along your lips.

Your head lolled, and you murmured your husband’s name.

He paused, and you blinked, taking in the darkness of the room. He leaned in to press his face into the crook of your neck just as you turned to look at him, and you sighed at the feel of his tongue tasting your skin. His hands slid along your arms, spreading them out on the sheets and threading his fingers through yours. The cool air on your skin made you shudder.

You were still between sleep and consciousness even with Thor’s ministrations, and as the tip of his cock poked into you, you groaned in frustration. You wanted to touch him so bad, and you told him so, exhaling as he bottomed out, hips pressed to yours.

“Where is the fun in that…pet?”

All traces of sleep left your body, and your eyes were wide open at the sound of the voice that didn’t belong to your husband. You were frozen for a half a second before you pushed against this entity fruitlessly. The chuckle that filled your ears was dark, sinister in a way that made your insides feel cold. Your lips were parted, and yet no words were able to come out.

Only when his cock slid out of you torturously slow did you finally take note of Thor downstairs still on the conference call.

No matter how much you tried to scream, your voice was stuck deep in your throat. He took his time in pushing into you, cock sliding along your walls, taking advantage of the wetness that was intended for your husband. The cold grip of his hands kept yours pinned at your sides, and his cold lips left goosebumps scattered along your flesh.

Silent tears ran down your face at the assault, and you hated the way every stroke of him stroked a reluctant fire deep in your gut. Your body had never been so conflicted, so at war with itself in your life. On one hand, you wanted to be sick beyond reason, and you could hardly see through the darkness for your tears. On the other hand, your toes curled, and your legs trembled of their own volition.

“You remind me of her…”

His voice reminded you of wind, blowing around your head so suddenly you almost didn’t hear him. You didn’t need an elaboration on who he meant, and more tears fell.

“…you remind me of her so much,” he purred. “She was so pretty…so very pretty…”

Your hands ached under his painful hold, and you sobbed.

“…and she too was all mine.”

His words terrified you more than anything he could’ve done to you, and it was in that moment that you finally found the strength to scream. Or maybe he allowed you to. Thor’s footsteps on the stairs were thunderous, and you were frantically sobbing and tightening your sheets around you when he burst into the room.

One look at your face had him running towards you, taking you into his arms as he looked around the empty room.

“Sweetheart?”

You couldn’t get the words out, simply shaking your head as he held you against him. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, rocking you from side to side, and you clung to him. You too glanced around the room, crying harder when there was no sign of him. For weeks he had allowed you to believe you could live in peace now, and when your guard was lowered, he had pounced.

You could still feel his cold lips on your skin and harsh hands holding yours down. Not only had he touched you, but he’d been inside of you, and something in you still felt cold. Like he was still in there. Thor held you in his arms until you cried yourself to sleep, and you were more than grateful to still be in his arms when you woke up the next morning.

You peeled your eyes open, tracing patterns into his chest as the sunlight brightened the room.

“Good morning, pet.”

You jumped, sitting up to look at Thor, and he frowned at your antics.

“What?” you breathed.

“I said good morning,” he replied, frown deepening as you just stared at him.

Your hands were on his chest, and you looked him over, deeply swallowing.

“I’m sorry…um… Good morning,” you repeated.

Your husband looked you over, blue eyes heavy with concern.

“Do you want to tell me what happened last night?”

Your lips parted, temptation filling you to do just that, but you snapped your mouth shut. Never mind the unearthly aspect of it all, but how were you to tell your husband that you’d been…raped? You couldn’t bring yourself to confess that while he’d only been a floor away, you were getting assaulted and violated by something that had been tormenting you since you first stepped foot into this house.

You didn’t want to see the devastation on Thor’s face, the blame he’d put on himself.

“Let’s just leave,” was all you said with a shake of your head.

His concern only grew, and you could tell that he desperately wanted to press for more.

“Are you sure…?”

You nodded.

“Yes. I…I can’t stay here, let alone raise children here. I won’t,” you told him. “Let’s just…pack everything up and leave as soon as possible.”

Thor still looked worried, but he didn’t question you further, simply nodding and pulling you closer.

It took days to pack everything up. Both you and Thor had decided to leave the furniture, vowing that it was something that could be retrieved later by people who weren’t you. In those days, you only woke up out of your sleep a few times, the overwhelming feeling of being watched preventing you from falling back asleep right away. You would press your ear to Thor’s chest, willing his heartbeat and breathing to lull you to sleep.

During the day, you could feel his eyes on you sometimes, his worry palpable. You told yourself that you would probably tell him about that night one day, but it wouldn’t be anytime soon. You didn’t want to, and you didn’t want to tell him about the bruises you woke up to sometimes either. You didn’t want to say anything about the scratch marks you’d find on your arms in the morning, nor the bite mark in the crook of your neck.

You were leaving.

You were packing up everything and leaving, and you’d never have to worry about this place and anything within it ever again. If Thor was concerned about your uncharacteristic behavior, your desire to just curl up next to him in bed until you fell asleep, he didn’t voice it. He was content to be your silent support, and you were counting down the days until you left. Counting down the days until you were away from the man who had all but called you ‘his’.

The last night in the house, when everything of importance was packed into the car, you were more relaxed than you had been in weeks. You were relieved to be putting this place behind you, and even the tension in Thor’s shoulders seemed to have dissipated. You had fallen asleep almost as soon as you laid down, Thor’s chest at your back, his soft breathing lulling you into a desired slumber.

When you woke up in the middle of the night, you were alone in the bed.

You assumed that Thor was in the bathroom, but you didn’t hear him, and all traces of sleep were gone. You opened your eyes with a frown, sitting up slightly. The moon was full outside, and you fully sat up, only to freeze at the sight of Thor standing in the doorway.

“Thor…?”

Your husband said nothing, and you felt uneasy as he just…stood there. The house felt as still as him, and your heart started to race in your chest. His frame took up the entire doorway, and when he still remained silent after calling his name again, that was when you reached for the light.

Once it flooded the room, that was when he attacked.

The scream you let out was bloodcurdling, your head grazing the headboard as Thor wrapped his hands around your neck. He pressed his entire weight down onto you, fingers tight and suffocating at your throat. No matter how hard you pulled at his hands, they wouldn’t budge, and you kicked beneath him. The soles of your feet pressed into the bed, and you lifted your hips, fighting to get him off with no such luck.

Confusion and fear warred inside of you. Your heart was going a mile a minute, and you could feel your neck straining under the strength of his hands. You didn’t understand what was happening, why he was doing this. Your tearful eyes met your husband’s, and all of your movements halted for half a second.

His eyes, where blue would normally be, were a vibrant green.

Horrified tears spilled over, and your fight was renewed. You struggled to move up the bed, Thor’s body pinning yours beneath it with all of his strength. Your vision was blurring at the corners, and your chest was burning, the most painful thing you had ever felt, when your hand finally wrapped around the lamp.

Shards of glass went everywhere when you smashed it against his head. He let you go momentarily, and you didn’t hesitate to fall off of the bed. Your hand was pressed to your sore throat as you ran out of the room, the heavy footfalls of your husband right behind you. with every thunderous footstep, your heart sank lower and lower.

You were halfway down the stairs when you were pushed, your hand reaching for the railing too late. Your knee took the brunt of your fall, and you howled in pain when you landed at the bottom. The door was in sight though, and you forced yourself to your feet, but a hand in your hair had you falling back into a familiar chest.

His hand was just at your throat when you reached back to rake your nails down his face. The yelp that left him broke your heart, your husband’s voice making it clench, and you weren’t prepared to be thrown into the coffee table. The glass broke beneath your back, and your vision spun as you slid to the floor. You struggled to sit up, reaching out towards the couch as you heard him in the kitchen.

“I was enamored from the moment you walked through that door…”

You had difficulty pushing yourself to your feet, legs trembling and ultimately collapsing again. Your back felt wet, and there was no mistake about why that was. Your hand lingered on the couch as you finally gained your footing, his rich voice reaching your ears.

“…every time he touched you…kissed you… I was there, watching, and how I longed to be in his place instead.”

His voice was closer, and this time when he grabbed you, he spun you around to face him. The glow of the moon glinted off of the blade as he held it up, and with a scream, you grabbed his arm. He threw all of Thor’s weight against you, taking you both down, and you cried out as the knife just narrowly missed your face.

Your own strength was no match for the kind that Thor’s body possessed, and your arms shook as you pushed against his arm. Loki’s, this entity’s, green eyes, were unmistakable in the darkness, and your tears fell faster.

“Th-Thor,” you shakily sobbed. “Please, snap out of it, please.”

You turned your head just as he brought the knife down again, heart skipping a beat at narrowly missing death again.

“He’s going to kill me,” you screamed, pushing your hands against his and trying to lift your hips. “Please, please if you can hear me-.”

The knife grazed your cheek this time, startling you, and when you lifted your hand to block your face, the knife went straight through it. Your hand felt so hot that it was almost numb, blood running down your arm. You pressed your hands to his throat, fighting to push him off through blurry vision.

His own hand wrapped around your throat, tight and suffocating as he lifted your head. He slammed it back down, and your vision spun again. Your eyes were wide as he lifted his arm, the moonlight shining down onto the blade in his hand. You were inconsolable, fighting against him with no luck.

Heat and pain bloomed in your chest.

A green gaze held your own, and every breath you took felt like another blade to the chest. He shushed you in that low voice that you’d grown to hate, that you had heard in your nightmares often. You coughed, and the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. Every breath after the previous one was more of a struggle, and you could only think in this moment that you wanted to stare into the eyes of your husband…and not those of this ghost who’d taken him hostage and claimed you for himself.

“Hush now,” he purred, fingers brushing over your bloodstained lips. “It’ll be over soon.”

His lips met yours, and they felt nothing like Thor’s. They were cold, sweet, and tasted like death. You didn’t even feel him pull the blade out, and your hands fell to the floor. A few more tears escaped, and he brushed then away, a sick and satisfied smile on your husband’s face.

In your last moment, those vibrant greens faded to a familiar blue, and when you looked past Thor’s horrified features, a dark-haired man with dazzling green eyes stood over his shoulder, one pale hand held out to you…waiting for you to take it.

#dark!loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #marvel fanfiction

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lokavisi · 2 months

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Hail and welcome!

Hello! My name is Rory, aka Lokavísi. From what I can tell, Lokavísi is Old Icelandic for "Loki's prince." (Explanation for this name choice is here.) I've been working with Loki since 2020, and shortly thereafter He welcomed me into his family. I view Their children as my siblings (Loki's referred to them as such), especially Their "monster" children. For that reason, I feel close to Angrboða as well. She's very much my Wolf Mother. I've recently started referring to them all as Team Jarnviðr (or Team Ironwood.) That isn't to say Sigyn or Her and Loki's children together are not a part of my practice. I hold them in high esteem and have had my moments with them. My UPG just leans a bit more into Jötunheim, shall we say. At least at the moment of this typing.

Before I get into everything else, I'd like to humbly ask for some support for my wife's upcoming bottom surgery. We have a gofundme, and I'm offering rune readings to those who donate. I thank you for any support you can give us. <3

Now, as you may have noticed, I tend to refer to Loki with he/they pronouns. This is just based on how He tends to appear to me, but I fully understand and respect anyone else using any other pronouns to refer to Them. Loki is most definitely one to challenge gender norms and we all have our own experiences with Them. Whatever is right for you in your relationship to Loki is valid and awesome.

Other useful disclaimers:

- Any original posts of mine are my own thoughts and UPG stories. It's absolutely ok if your UPG or opinions are different from mine. I love to hear about other people's experiences with Loki, His family, or any other Norse deities. My experience, or your own, is no more or less "correct" than anyone else's.

- I may make or reblog posts about deities outside of Team Ironwood. I have at least loose ties with many of the deities in the Norse pantheon. Frey, Freya, Njörð, þor, Oðin, and Frigg are ones that I spend the most time with outside of our little Jötun family. They're sort of like the aunts/uncles/cousins from Vanaheim and Ásgard, respectively. Like they're their own family units that when I seek a connection with Vanir or Æsir, I can go to them. (That said Vanir, Æsir, and Jötun intermingle all the damn time, so those distinctions are being made here in the broadest of senses.) I'll note again here that this is my UPG, and that is why I honor deity beyond Loki's family both on this blog and in my personal practice.

- I think it's also worth noting that I did find my way to this path through my interest in the Marvel characterizations of the gods. It really shouldn't have to be said, but Tom Hiddleston is not Loki in any way, shape, or form. That said, given that so many people like myself came to the gods through those stories, it is worth noting that the gods can and do still speak to us through things like the Marvel characters. I have personally found watching the Loki series to be a surprisingly devotional act. There are so many moments throughout it that resonate with my real life experiences with Loki that are just too much to ignore. (Not necessarily in how they characterize Loki, but in the general themes and in certain moments. I could honestly write a giant master post of such moments, but I'll do that another day if the spirit moves me.) I say all this for two reasons. 1: We are not equating Marvel's versions of the gods to the Gods, or Tom Hiddleston to Loki here on this blog. That is simply just not a thing. And 2: we are respectful of people who engage with and enjoy Marvel content, and affirm that said content can still be important to some people's practice. If I use a gif of Hiddleston-Loki in a post, I do so because we associate his visage with the name "Loki" and thus use it to denote a ~vibe~ I'm getting from the Trickster; or it just generally feels like the most appropriate gif to express my point.

- I identify as Lokean and Heathen. As a neurodivergent queer person, I am all about making Heathenry inclusive. Gods call to who They call to, regardless of one's origins, abilities, or personal identity. You are welcome in this space. I will do everything I can to make my little corner of the internet here as safe a space as possible. I understand Loki to care so deeply for humanity, especially the most marginalized of us. If there is anything I post that is problematic or rubs you the wrong way, do not hesitate to message me and talk about it. I want to grow in my understanding and foster community. I take such call outs in good faith, and trust that my posts and responses will be taken in good faith, too. I'm not going to engage with personal attacks or attempts to discredit my personal spiritual experiences. Nazi punks fuck off. ✌️

Thanks for reading this novel of an introduction. Enjoy the blog!

#lokean #inclusive heathenry #loki #norse loki #heathen #heathenry #Lokavisi #team ironwood #team jarnvidr #loki deity #norse pagan

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ladylovesloki · 9 months

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Something Real: Chapter Twenty

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Home.

A/N: Remember when I said the next chapter would be the last one? Yea me too...I swear after this one there is only one left. Thank you for still reading 💚

Masterlist

Loki and Frigga walk through first, transporting into y/n’s hospital room directly. The boys were fast asleep on the bed the healer set up for them. Loki instantly regretting not having them taken back home until this was resolved. Before Loki could make a move to the door to ask the guard to take the children to a different room Frigga was already in motion towards them. Unable to fight the urge to see her grandchildren, she quickly cast a sleeping spell on both of them to ensure they do not wake during their visit. Knowing they were both in a deep sleep she brushed her fingers through their hair, a sweet smile on her face. Loki was so entranced by the image of his mother with his children he did not hear Thor and his other self come through the time door themselves.

Past Loki notices his mother fondly looking over the two boys and immediately notices that their features are very close to his own. He looks over to Thor, “are those my children?”.

Thor hesitates to answer and looks over to the variant he now considers his brother who immediately reacts to the question being asked, “no, they are my children.”

“Right…and where is this salvation of ours?”, Past Loki takes a look around the room and sees a young woman lying in a bed. Frigga separates herself from the boys and walks over to the bed and takes in the young girl who looked so pale and fragile. Frigga looks at the soul forge and studies your vitals, convincing her that this poor girl was indeed cursed. She looks over her shoulder, to the son from her time and sees his gaze focused on the young girl.

“My son, come closer.”, she holds out her hand to him.

Meanwhile, Thor walks over to present Loki and places his hand on his shoulder, “this will be over soon brother.”

Loki nods but doesn’t show any other sign of acknowledgment, all of his attention is on you and his variant.

Past Loki takes Frigga’s hand and gets closer to the bed, he looks down and takes in your form. “She’s so….small.”, he turns to look at his other self, “this is who you are so desperate for me to save?”. Present Loki’s body tenses, sensing that his past self is about to cause some unnecessary mischief. “Yes, what of it?”.

Past Loki shrugs his shoulders and looks back at you, “well…she’s not exactly the type of creature we tend to fall for is she?…”

“Be careful variant..”, Present Loki growls.

“Alright..enough.”, Frigga steps in and looks to her younger son, “Loki…please. The longer we take the more damage we can cause. If you will not do this for me then do it for your future children.”, as she mentions the two boys she looks over to them. Past Loki follows her gaze and when he sees the two sleeping miniatures of himself he takes a deep breath. He knows that if he wants a chance at having this life he has to follow what his mother says. He takes another look at the boys and then looks back to you, he brushes the hair from your forehead and lightly caresses it with his thumb. He then leans in and places a light kiss on your brow and then places another one on your lips.

Nothing.

Present Loki rushes over to the bed, “is it working?”.

Frigga looks at you, the soul forge and then her son, “I’m not sure. Maybe she needs more time.”

“Or maybe you were all wrong and this was a huge waste of time.”, Past Loki can’t help but chime in with some snark.

“Maybe you should kiss her again?”, Thor suggests.

Past Loki shrugs and he moves to lean in to give you another kiss but Present Loki stops him by placing a hand on his chest, “give her another moment…”

Past Loki looks to his other self, “jealous of yourself?”

Present Loki was about to respond when he heard the sound he has been waiting for for a week, “Loki?…”

His gaze shoots from his variant to you and relief immediately floods through him, he shoves his other self behind him and moves to be sure he was in your line of sight. “Darling?”, he starts to softly rub your forehead to try and help you come back. Your eyes were slowly opening and closing, you groan lightly from moving your stiff limbs but when you finally open your eyes again you have the strength to keep them open. You see Loki above you and your eyes start to fill with tears. “Am I back? Is this real?”, you ask him.

Loki nods his head and carts his fingers through your hair, “yes my love, you’re here. I have you.”. He leans in and kisses you and you only break apart when you hear a sniffle come from the foot of the bed. When you look to the sound you see a beautiful woman, you look back to Loki with a look on your face that probably showed your confusion.

Loki takes your hand, “my love, this is my mother, Frigga. Mother, this is y/n.”

You brow furrows in confusion, “your mother? But…how?”.

“Later darling, I will explain all of this to you later.”, Loki interrupts your questioning.

“Ahem…”.

Present Loki rolls his eyes and turns around to see his younger self with a mischievous smile on his face. “What? Do I not get an introduction? I was the charming prince to save the day after all.”

“What’s going on?”, you ask. Even more confused now because you are definitely seeing two Loki’s instead of one.

Present Loki turns to you, “my heart, I promise I will explain everything to you….”

“Mommy?…”, everyone looks over to the interrupting voice. They see Narfi sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He takes a look around and he sees his mother awake, his dad standing by her side and a woman he did not recognize at first. He then looks over and see his uncle and his dad…wait…the boy does a double take and then looks over to the bed again. “Dad?…”

Present Loki walks over to Narfi, quickly looking over to Vali who was still sound asleep. Narfi’s abilities possibly combating the sleeping spell Frigga had placed on them. “Narfi…”, he smiles at his son who is getting so much stronger with each passing day. “As I said to your mother, I will explain everything later. For now I’m afraid we must say goodbye to our guests.”

Narfi looks over Loki’s shoulder to look at the younger looking version of his dad and the unknown woman. He quickly stands and runs to his mothers side, grateful to see you awake but still confused.

“Mommy…you’re awake.”, he throws his arms around your neck and you can feel his tense little body relax around you.

“I am baby. I love you so much.”, you close your eyes and embrace Narfi in your arms. When you open your eyes you see the younger version of Loki staring at you.

“Well…this is what I have to look forward to then? A loving family..how touching.”, Past Loki says aloud while keeping eye contact with you.

“Loki, we must go back now.”, Frigga implores.

Past Loki looks at his mother and nods, Present Loki walks over to the other side of your bed and places a kiss on your forehead. “Thor and I will escort them back, we will be back shortly.”

“Hurry back please.”, you beg breathlessly.

“As fast as the Bifrost my love.”, he walks over to Narfi who is still sitting on your bed wrapped up in your arms. “Watch over your mother and brother, I’ll be back soon.”, with a kiss to Narfi’s head he looks to Thor and his younger self and motions them to move to the other side of the room.

Frigga walks over to you and takes your hand, “thank you my dear. You have brought much joy to my son’s life. Take care of yourself and these precious ones.”

You give her a sweet smile and tighten your hold on her hand, “I will. Thank you.”

Frigga looks to Narfi and brushes her hand through his hair, “goodbye sweet boy, I trust you will look after your mother while your father is away.”

Narfi gives a small nod, “yes ma’am.”

Frigga smiles at them one last time, walks over to Vali who is still asleep and gives him a sweet kiss on his brow. She gives her grandchildren one final look and then walks over to her sons, ready to go back to her time. Present Loki activates the tempad and the familiar orange doorway appears, Past Loki and Frigga walk through first hand in hand with Present Loki and Thor following close behind them. When they entered Frigga’s rooms Present Loki closes the time door and looks to his mother and younger self. “I can’t thank you enough.”

Frigga holds her hands out to take his in hers, “of course my son. No matter when or where, we are a family. I love you. Both of you.”, reaching out for Thor’s hand as well.

Present Loki looks over to Past Loki, he walks over and holds out his hand. “Thank you. I promise you, saving her was the best decision you could’ve made for our future.”

“Hmm..we shall see..”, Past Loki says cryptically.

Present Loki gives him one last look, almost wanting to tell his past self everything that is in store for him to save him all of the heartache that he had endured throughout the years after he found out his true heritage.

No.

He won’t risk losing you or his sons.

His past self will have to walk down to same broken road.

He nods at his past self and walks over to his mother and brother, he brings Frigga into his arms for an embrace. “I love you so much mother.”

“I love you too my son.”, she pulls away from him and cradles his face in her hands, “be good. Both of you.”

“Pff..I’m always good.”, Thor says under his breath.

Loki pulls away from Frigga, gives her one last look and once again activates the tempad. Hopefully for the last time. He looks to Thor and they walk through the time door to get back to their time. When they walk through Loki is filled with immediate relief when he sees you wide awake with Narfi still in your arms but now Vali has joined them both on your hospital bed. As soon as he sees his family he feels so much love and joy he could feel the tears already forming in his eyes.

“Daddy!”, Vali says excitedly.

“My boys. Taking care of mommy for me?”, he asks with a smile and tears in his eyes.

Narfi nods, “can we go home?”

“I will ask a healer brother.”, Thor pats him on the back and leaves the room.

Loki walks over to his family, “how are you feeling?”, he asks you.

You nod, “good. Better than I though I would to be honest. I do want to go home though. I want our bed.”

“Hopefully Thor will return with good news.”. As if they summoned him, Thor entered the room with a healer who quickly started to check your vitals.

Loki and the boys waited patiently while the healers checked you over but Narfi couldn’t wait to ask his dad about what had happened. “Dad…was that you?

Loki looks down at his son, “I will explain everything once we get your mother home and comfortable. Alright?”

Narfi nods and watched the healers work on you.

While the healers were working Val and Sylvie quickly enter the room and stop in their tracks when they see you awake.

“It worked then?”, Sylvie asks Loki who responds with a nod. Loki removes Sylvie’s tempad from his wrist and practically shoves it in her hand, not wanting to have it attached to him any longer. Hopefully never having to ask to use it ever again.

“Maza?”, he asks her.

“In a cell, we’ll figure out what to do with her later. Just focus on your family right now Loki.”, Val answers.

A healer walks up to them and addresses Loki, “My Prince, I will asses the soul forge and if all looks well you may take Lady y/n home.”

Loki nods at the healer, “yes, thank you. We are most anxious to get her home.”

She smiles, “of course. It will only take a moment.”

As she is looking at the soul forge, Kelly bursts in the room. “Y/n!”. Loki makes room for your friend to stand by your bed. “Oh my god you’re awake!”, she looks up at the soul forge, “everything looks normal!”, she exclaims happily but then looks over to the elder healer who was also evaluating your vitals. “Right? Everything is normal?”, she asks to be sure. Kelly along with the other humans who lives on New Asgard was still getting used to Asgardian technology and learning how to read and understand the soul forge was a skill in itself. But thankfully the healer smiles and nods, “yes, everything looks normal. Lady y/n is free to go home.”

“Yay!!”, the boys exclaim. So happy that this nightmare is coming to an end.

Loki looks down at you and smiles, “are you ready to go home darling?”

You smile, “yes please.” You look over at Kelly and healer who are quietly watching your interaction with your family. “Thank you all so much.”

Kelly smiles and walks back over to the head of the bed, she takes your hand and kisses the back of it. “You don’t need to thank us. Go home and be with your family, we’ll talk soon.”. With a quick kiss to your forehead, Kelly hugs the boys, says her goodbyes and leaves the room with the elder healer closely following her out the door to give you some privacy to get ready to go home.

Loki takes his original position back by the head of the bed and looks at you with a sweet smile, “ready?”.

You let out a deep exhale, “yes, please. I want my bed.”

Val and Sylvie say their goodbyes, both planning on having a nice quiet evening themselves. With Maza being in a cell they didn’t have anything to worry about or stay on guard for. Thor on the other hand is oddly quiet which Loki can’t help but address. “Brother? Are you alright?”.

Thor nods, “yes brother, I just….I…it’s no matter. Go home and be with your family.”.

Before Loki or you could respond to him, Narfi slips off of the bed and walks over to his uncle taking his enormous hand in his little one.

“You can come home with us Uncle…you don’t have to feel alone.”, he says sweetly.

Thor’s eyes fill with tears, secretly he was dreading going home when this awful situation had come to a close. With Sylvie spending most of her time with Val, Thor spent a lot of time alone in his big home. The silence often swallowing him whole, he was always used to being around people and crowds. In Asgard he would usually have Sif and the Warriors Three by his side and in New Asgard he would always find himself in the presence of you and his nephews but with his brother’s return he has been feeling like he intrudes on their family more often than not.

Loki notices his brothers hesitation and reaction to his sons words. “Brother.”

Thor looks over to Loki and Loki can’t help but feel a twinge of heartbreak for his brother. He never considered what it has been like for him. Thor truly lost everything, his mother, father, brother and home. And here Loki was, seemingly getting everything he has ever prayed for without having to go through the losses that his brother had endured. Loki takes a deep breath, looks down at you and smiles. You smile back knowing exactly what he is thinking and you nod your head in acceptance. Loki looks back to his broken brother, “come home with us brother. Please. Our family should be together.”

Thor’s face breaks out into the widest smile, the tears he was trying to hold back finally fall down his face. “You’re sure brother? I do not wish to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding Thor”, you respond. “I want to be around my family right now and you are most definitely part of this family. Will you come home with us?”

Vali hops off of the bed and runs over to his uncle, “will you please come home with us Uncle Thor? Please! Please?”.

Thor lets out a loud laugh and lifts both boys in his arms, “I would love nothing more.”

With that Loki conjures a portal home, picks you up and you all walk through together. When you hear the portal snap close behind you, you let out a breath of comfort. Nothing beats being home with your boys. Loki places you down on the couch and places a blanket over your legs, the boys immediately sit on either side of you both of them taking one of your hands in theirs. Loki looks at his family and smiles, “do you need anything? Hungry? Thirsty?”.

You shake your head and smile, all you wanted was to be with your family and you were getting just that.

“Ahem….”, everyone looks over to Thor. “I am all of those things brother.”

Loki rolls his eyes but conjures a small spread for his family to eat, he knew that once the excitement of their mother being home wears off they will probably be hungry as well. These last few days have been draining and he knew his children will only last so long without needed food and sleep. As soon as they saw the food they immediately dove in, the living room isn’t the place they normally share meals but Loki wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. Once the boys…and Thor…were full Narfi finally couldn’t wait anymore for answers and to be honest neither could you.

“Daddy?”

“Yes Narfi?”, Loki smiles at his inquisitive child.

“What exactly happened? You said you would explain later.”, Narfi asks shyly.

Loki nods, “I certainly did.” He looks over to you and Vali making sure they are both listening as well. “Ok…so you know that the evil lady placed a horrible curse on mommy and after some questioning we found out how to break the curse but we needed someone very specific to break it.”

“Who?!”, Vali asks.

“Well..me.”, Loki was starting to feel like the explanation he originally planned out might not be the best one for his sons. But he didn’t want to lie to them, he promised he would tell them everything. He sees the confusion on their little faces and recognizes that his children are not normal children. They are his children and they have already seen and experienced some extraordinary things, so the truth shouldn’t be to hard for them to digest.

“You see the curse Maza placed on your mother could only be broken by your mother receiving a kiss from her one true love.”

“Like Sleeping Beauty?!”, Narfi says excitedly.

Loki not knowing what he was referencing looked to your for help, you giggle at his confusion and brush your hand through Narfi’s hair. “Yes baby, just like Sleeping Beauty.”. Narfi smiles and looks back to his father, anxious for him to continue.

“But if that was all she needed, why didn’t it work when you kissed mommy?”, Vali asks.

Loki takes a deep breath, they already knew that he was a Loki from a different timeline and this situation was just a painful reminder that he was not their true father. “Well, as you both know I am not from this time so technically speaking I am not the version of Loki that your mother met all those years ago.”

Loki takes a moment and looks down at his hands that he has been obsessively picking at since he started his explanation. He doesn’t notice you lean forward and place your hand over his stopping his nervous habit. He looks up at you and smiles, your reassuring gaze giving him the strength to continue. “Your Aunt Sylvie…she is also from a different time and she has a device that gives her the ability to travel to any time in the multiverse. So your Uncle Thor and I traveled through time and convinced my younger self to come to our present time and wake your mother.”

“So the younger version of you I saw..that was our real…”, Narfi stops himself before he finishes. Feeling the small cracks forming on Loki’s heart before he was even able to complete his line of questioning. Not wanting his dad to feel sad he removes himself from your side and throws his arms around Loki’s neck, giving him a strong hug. He removes his little arms from around Loki’s neck and places has hands on his face, “you are ours. You belong here.”

Loki closes his eyes and absorbs his sons words, “thank you Narfi.” He places Narfi on his knee and continues.

“Well I believe you all know the rest, the past version of the Loki from this time was able to wake your mother and as soon as she was awake he was sent back to his time.”

“Who was the lady that was with him?”, Narfi asks.

“That was your grandmother, Queen Frigga.”, Loki responds sadly.

“Oh..”, Narfi responds, again feeling a twinge of sadness in Loki’s heart.

“Well, it’s all over now. I’m awake and everyone is exactly where they are supposed to be.”, you try to direct the conversation to something more positive.

Loki looks at you and smiles, “yes, we are all together. That’s all that matters.”

“What’s going to happen to the bad lady?”, Vali asks.

“Don’t you worry about that boys, your Aunt Val is going to make sure she never gets near your mother ever again.”, Thor responds.

“Good.”, Vali lets out a long yawn.

You run your fingers through his hair, “tired baby?”. Vali nods and you look over to Narfi who is still in Loki’s arms and see that he is also starting to show signs of sleepiness. “I think I’m ready for bed too.”, you admit.

“Can we sleep in your bed with you and daddy mommy?”, Narfi asks.

You smile, “of course you can baby. Daddy might have to conjure a bigger bed for us though.”

“That sounds like a perfect way to end this ordeal. Thor, you will be staying in the guest room yes?”, Loki wanted to be perfectly clear that his brother was welcome to stay. In fact it was Loki’s preference that he did.

Thor again looks slightly unsure, “if you’re sure I am not intruding…”

Loki rolls his eyes and doesn’t bother to respond. He stands with an almost asleep Narfi in his arms, “come on boys, lets brush our teeth and get to bed.”

He places Narfi down when he sees he’s a little more awake to make it to his bathroom without passing out on the way, Vali following close behind. Loki looks to you and picks you up from the couch, “I think I can walk you know.”, you say with a giggle.

“I’m sure you can darling.”. He doesn’t move to place you down, he never wanted to let you go ever again. He takes you to the bathroom where he gives you your privacy to get ready for bed as he conjures a bed big enough for the four of you. You look in the mirror and for the first time in weeks feel a sense of peace and safety. You knew that Maza was locked away and wouldn’t be able to hurt you or your family any longer. You finish brushing your teeth and by the time you exit your bathroom into your bedroom you see your boys already getting comfortable under the covers. Loki sees you exit the bathroom and immediately walks over to, he holds out his arm to keep you steady even though you aren’t feeling any weakness. You give him another sweet smile and crawl into bed next to Narfi while Loki lays down next to Vali, making sure the boys are between you both. It didn’t take long for the boys to fall asleep and you can feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier but you didn’t want to stop looking at your boys. This whole scenario feels like a dream and you were terrified you would wake up and still be stuck in that limbo Maza trapped you in.

Loki sees you fighting your sleep, “darling, you are exhausted. You must rest.”

“I’m afraid to go to sleep. I’m afraid when I wake all of you will be gone.”, you admit sadly.

“My love, I promise you. This isn’t a dream, this isn’t an illusion. You’re home. Feel your sons sleeping next to you.”. He takes your hand that was laying on Narfi’s little chest and places it on his own cheek. “Feel me. We’re here. You’re here. This is real.”

You nod, knowing that he is right but can’t help the fear creeping in your heart. Suddenly you feel that very fear start to slowly dissipate and the blooming feeling of love and happiness takes its place. You look down and see Narfi’s little hand on your wrist, even in his sleep his magic reaches out to calm his mother’s troubled soul. And as if the lights went out you finally fall into a deep sleep with nothing but love and happiness in your heart.

To be continued..

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Twelve

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, swearing, blackmailing, anxiety attack (experienced by reader), fluff, bucky being the best boyfriend, soft moments.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter Eleven || Chapter Thirteen

HEADLINES:

Dolores Launches Make-Up Collab With Brand, Faces Backlash Over Zero Representation In Model’s Diversity

Sharon Carter’s Take On The Diversity Issue In Media, Dolores Apologises On Live 9 Pm News and Campaign Reworking Calls For Aspiring Models Of Different Diversities To Send In Their Portfolios and Social Media Handles To HYDRA

Alexander Pierce Celebrates Success Of HYDRA’s Take Over On Prime Time Spots Across The Boards

Steve Rogers and Loki Laufeyson Partner With Online Mental Health Platform To Improve Accessibility.

Bucky Barnes Donates Generously To Children’s Centre And Visits Them, Look At The Adorable Pictures.

“Tell me this is a fucking joke.” Natasha stares not at you but your raised palm. Then her jaw clenches.

“Maria.” Her green eyes tear away from your hand to the brown eyed woman.

Who schools her expression at the very last second. Disguising the utter disbelief.

“Dolores stays.” Alexander chimes, you put down your hand and put on an expression of indifference.

“Please at least look at the audition tape we have compiled.” Natasha urges grabbing the remote.

“You will like it Alexander.” Maria looks towards him.

He yawns, “I am tired of this conversation. The votes for Dolores outweigh the votes for your possible replacement.”

Maria glares at Nick Fury, her eyes shift to you and only disappointment and then a recognition colour her gaze. You look away. She couldn’t guess nor know.

“I can’t fucking believe this, Y/N you of all people?” Natasha pushes her chair back, stomping out of the conference room.

You sigh, standing to follow her.

“Y/N, I want to discuss something urgent regarding your deadline for the manuscript.” Alexander stops you in your tracks.

You hadn’t written a word in weeks. Yelena had been handling the responses to the publishing house. There were only so many excuses that could be used.

“Yes?” You turn to him. He smirks, you curb the chill climbing up your spine.

“It has been moved up by a month. Therefore, you have three weeks before you submit the first complete manuscript draft.” He informs, you stare at him.

“That isn’t—,”

“I want it complete because I want the script written and ready.” He cuts you off.

“But—,”

“Nick we have that meeting with Bucky next right? I’ll handle it alone.” Alexander’s thinly veiled threat fills you with dread.

“You, you will have the manuscript.” You speak loud enough.

“Second thought, Nick, be there.” He smiles at the man.

“Alright, Boss.” Fury answers curtly, his gaze shifts to you as if reading between the lines. Trying to find a weakness in your defences.

You had no defence to begin with, so what could he find? Holding onto sanity and yourself was getting hard. You were overwhelmed from all aspects.

“Well then Ms. Y/L/N, better be off typing away. It better be quality material.” His cold gaze follows you out the door.

You numbly make your way to the parking area, Hayden stands with a smile near the car. A small nod of his head points you to Bucky trying to calm Natasha down.

She’s visibly upset and then she looks towards you as you make your way over.

“Nat, look I’m sure Feather has reason enough to—,”

“She wants to bring Dolores back on board after she cried her heart out at the misrepresentation occuring.” She seethes and Bucky pauses.

“She voted with him?” You can hear the disbelief colouring his voice.

“Ask her go on, ask your girl why the fuck is she fucking with this project.” Nat gestures towards you and Bucky turns.

“Feather, you brought her back on?” Bucky tries to understand why then you hand your phone over to him. It would explain everything. At that moment he gets a call from Sam, urging him to move into the meeting. He walks away a worried glance between the two of you.

“I trusted you.” Nat glowered.

“Nat, keeping her on keeps us on course and wastes lesser resources.” You give her bullshit reason.

“Bullshit, you know we could do better without her. Is this about you not trusting my directive vision?” She steps forward.

“I trust you more than anything.” You reach for her hand.

Nat withdraws herself, “If you did you would have backed me not sided with the monster I told you about, in confidence.”

“Nat, please.” You beg, frantic.

“No, I trust Bucky. Hell, I trusted Steve too. You however, you take the fucking cake.” She scoffs, “Good thing Yelena still keeps you at arms length. I wondered why? Why would my sister, who claims to be so close, still won't let her in? Now I know. After everything I shared, I confided in you.”

Your heart hammers, you can’t tell anyone. Not anymore than the people involved. Yelena, Sam, Angel, Andy, Matt, Loki, Steve and James.

‘The more people know, the harder it will be to keep it under wraps.’ Darcy’s face harboured a familiar sadness.

‘Why the sadness?’ You questioned.

‘Sometimes, you lose friends in this process. Keeping things comes with a certain degree of sacrifice.’ She discards a piece of lint.

‘Won’t they understand after?’ Your friends flash before your eyes.

She smiles at your childish hopefulness, ‘Sometimes, but those are rare.’ Her words echo.

“Nat please, try to understand.” You press, following her to her car.

“Keeping Dolores on is financially beneficial to you as a producer. Which is why Alexander and Fury are backing it. Welcome to Hollywood Y/N, you’re officially a fucking sellout.” She climbs into her car,

“After everything that happened, after everything that I confided in you. After all the bonding with you, your mom. You put money before everything. Fuck. You.” She slammed the car door.

The engine revs as the tires screech when she pulls out of the lot.

“What made you agree to hire Dolores back?” Yelena questions, baffled.

You sigh, “Lena–,”

“Nat is inconsolable, she hasn’t been this distraught over a project in years.” Her sister accuses you, eyes narrowed. A scowl on her face.

“At least you could have watched the audition tape, I found her promising.” She scoffs, settling onto her chair. It squeaks as she faces away from you. Her jaw set.

You press the heels of your palms against your eyes. The perfume you had put lightly wafts into your senses. The BW office seems darker, once a beacon of light amongst darkness was now shrouded within it.

“Alexander has pulled the date ahead for the manuscript.” You say, she turns then stops herself looking back out the window.

“Then you better have it ready. I can’t make more excuses for you.” The coldness permeates her words and the surrounding.

“You know I can’t tell Nat what goes on now about the case right? Anything that happens, after the fact of that evening and the following days where you all came home? Nat said you keep me at arms length still.” your words have her stiffen in the slightest.

“I can understand that, I myself seldom trust in people, Lena.” You brush a hand over your nose, “At the risk of sounding like a broken record, because maybe I am, the cycle repeats over and over of getting fucked over. I received an email, with pictures of James and a few of mine along with a warning. Unfortunately, I cannot tell Natasha anything due to our agreements with two certain people. So I had to back that creep.” You stand, “I’ll try to have the manuscript reach you in time. I’m sorry to have you make excuses for me. Tell, tell Nat I’m sorry and I wish things were different. If there is anyone I would blindly trust with my labour of love and tears, it's her.”

She doesn’t move when you make your way to the door, nor when you reach the elevator and head to the parking lot, alone. Your resolve crumbles just as Hayden shuts his own door and begins the drive home.

The city lights and gleam of the dashboard blur into your own storm. Laying across the seat, the anxiety attack has you succumb towards it. Hayden says a lot of things but none reach you. You want to apologise to him. You wonder if the ‘sorry’ echoing around you reaches him.

The images flash through your mind and so does Alexander’s wickedness. The endless warnings on a loop.

Soon a familiar scent encompasses the car, you’re flush against the warmth. Soothing warmth and grounding coolness move over your head, then down your back. There is a rumble against your chest.

You blink, when you feel something prickly over your palms. The sensation repeats then turns light. Then planes of warmth with a slight dampness. The softness is familiar.

You blink again at the haze clearing your mind.

Soft lips ghost over your palms, your brain scrambles to get to him. Through the haze, you meet his blue eyes.

You find home within them.

A constant thudding under your palms. A rhythmic rise and fall.

The scent finally registers, woodsy, warm and one that lingered upon your clothes and being long after its source would leave.

“There she is,” Bucky cups your face, a small smile on his lips, “take a deep breath for me Feather.”

“James?” Your voice is scratchy.

“It’s me, Feather. Good girl, doing so well.” He affirms, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. Wiping at the tears. You inhale with each upward stroke of his left thumb and exhale when his right thumb moves.

“James,” you crumble, forehead resting against his, your body begins to realise you’re across his lap in the back of the car.

“I’m so sorry baby, I couldn’t help you with the rehire avoidance.” He kisses your cupid’s bow softly.

You shake your head, “Not your fault.”

“I could have protected you better, you wouldn’t have to be blamed for going back on your word or what you believe in.” He sighs defeated.

“James, this isn’t—,”

“But it is, if, if I’d kept my distance, you wouldn’t get manipulated over me. I shouldn’t have gotten involved—,”

You push at his chest, cutting him off.

“Do you regret it then? Regret us?” You ask, if you had to lose him too today, you’d crumble. You could even tolerate the thought.

“Y/N, I,” He pauses searching for the words.

“Why are you blaming yourself for what that horrible man did? He would have done it whether or not you held my heart in your hands.”

His head rests against the headrest, he looks up. Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, then closes his eyes.

He takes a deep inhale, you observe in the glow from his gym’s sign.

“I don’t regret even a second of us. Yes, I regret being rude to you, not speaking clearly and honestly being a dickhead. I do not regret a single moment spent with you. I do not regret speaking to you through our music choices. I do not regret getting to know you between the walls of your home and mine. I do not regret whisking you away for mini dates within the trailers. I do not regret confessing my love to you, I do not regret kissing you, I do not regret loving you. I do not regret continually falling for you.” Blue eyes meet yours, Bucky watches as his words move over you.

“I do not regret us.” He whispers lips brushing over your forehead.

“I love you.” You murmur, you feel him smile against your skin.

“I love you too.” His voice is soft.

Exhaustion lingers at the periphery of his pupils, you feel yourself grow tired as well.

“Did I scare Hayden?” You look around, he’s not near the car.

Bucky’s vibranium fingers brush over your cheek, curving around your jaw, making you look back at him.

“He’s had experience with my anxiety and PTSD. Usually he’d drive me to my doctor’s or back home, he did a few courses after to help me and he volunteers at a local centre as well.”

Warmth pools in your chest, the way Hayden takes care of those close to him. Your lips form a small smile.

“Did I interrupt your workout?” You realise then he’s wearing a short sleeved t-shirt. It hugs all his muscles. You swallow as your eyes trace the vein running down his arm.

“I finished up when Hayden called, you didn’t interrupt anything.” He only chuckles seeing your eyes trace him, “see something you like Feather?” voice light and teasing.

Your head nods before you can control it. Skin heating under his mirthful but darkening gaze. The light of the gym’s entrance flickers, the blue of his eyes overtaken by the dark black of his pupil.

“I see something I like too, Feather.” His flesh hand moves to your lower back drawing you closer. You feel him then, against your inner thigh. The athletic wear is straining against him.

Bucky groans softly, feeling your thighs clench. Leaning forward, your chest presses against his, he watches you intently. Allowing you to set the pace.

“Kiss me?” You request, Bucky complies happily.

Pressing his lips to yours, impossibly close and pressed against his body. Your lips part when his tongue moves over your bottom lip. You preen, feeling him explore your mouth. Slowly growing slack against him.

You kiss back, fingers tightening in his hair. Free hand moving over him, mapping out your world that encompasses upon and within him. With him.

Bucky hums against your lips when your hands move lower, the sound pooling within your stomach. Your thighs clench as his hands move your hips back and forth. Your whimper is swallowed by the kiss.

His lips part from yours, trailing down your neck. When he nips at a pulse point you shudder in his grasp. Bucky hisses as it causes you to grind down harder on him.

“Fuck, I,”

There is a flash outside cutting off Bucky. Hayden knocks on the driver’s side door. Another flash and then a shout of Bucky’s name. You begin to clamber out of his lap, his grip on you tightens. The windscreen had reflectors in place for privacy while parked.

“If Hayden opens his door, everyone will see.” You explain, out of breath.

“It’s about time.” He cups your face.

“James–,” You tense, Hayden knocks again.

Bucky’s gaze moves from determined to understanding, his grip loosens on your hips. He assists you in shifting from his lap and settling beside him. He refused not to have you curled close to him.

Reaching over between the seats pressing the partition button. Its soft hum drowns out once the paps outside gain momentum. Chanting for Bucky to show them a glimpse. Bucky knocks on his window signalling Hayden it was okay to get in, the man swiftly opens and shuts the door.

Hayden checks the partition and once he’s satisfied then turns ignition on and he begins to navigate the two of you home.

The nurse greets you with a smile, saying that Alpine was curled up with your mom as they both slept soundly.

You check up on them in her room, taking a picture of them for later. Taking note of the updates from the nurse before she left.

Bucky smiles at the thought, all of you living together like a small family. Before he can verbalise his thoughts Sam begins calling him.

“Hey.” Bucky greets, heading into the kitchen to speak.

“The fan you took a picture with caused the location leak.” Sam informs, the actor sighs rubbing a hand over his face.

“How is she holding up?” Sam asks, “Headlines are running wild speculations, saying there is a possible fall out.”

“She had an anxiety attack.” Bucky shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek. He knew if Nat knew she would not have reacted that way. The guilt weighs upon him.

“I hope you aren’t blaming yourself.” Sam reminds, a humourless chuckle leaves his lips.

“I know you are, you cannot feel guilty for what happened.”

“I understand that but I can’t help it Sam, I wish, I wish I was never at the damn airport.”

“I wish that too, we were all played by him, in the scheme. What is important is how we go from here okay? She will come out stronger, she has everyone she needs and more.” Sam’s words lightly ease the knot in Bucky’s chest.

“James?” You call out.

“In here Feather.” He replies,

“Man, I practically can see the goofy grin on your face.” Sam laughs.

He watches your smile take over your features when you locate him.

You admire his own grin as it warms your heart.

“I’ll call you back.” Bucky says, keeping the phone.

“How is she?” He questions, you make your way over to him.

“She’s okay, no lingering weakness remaining things are unchanged.”

Bucky wraps his arms around you, keeping you close. You sigh, the earlier worries leaving slowly as his hold helps you keep yourself together.

“I was thinking…” he begins,

“Should I be worried?” you tease, he rolls his eyes squeezing your hip.

“How about we cook tonight? I know you’ve been wanting to have a cooking date.” His expression is smug.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.” You narrow your eyes at him, trying to hide your smile.

“Well maybe I just know my girlfriend really well.” He shrugs, “So dinner date?”

“I want to know how you know.” You demand, he shakes his head, pulling away to head to the fridge.

“James.” You whine, that was one of your more well hidden date ideas to have with your significant other. You’re sure you’ve never told Bucky about it.

He begins to retrieve the ingredients not answering you but the smug grin doesn’t leave his face.

“I won’t help you.” You warn, he looks up from the freezer, raising a brow.

“You just sit there looking pretty and I’ll do all the work.” Bucky winks at you, a heated flush blooms across your cheeks and neck.

Then it clicks, “You, how?”

You walk over to him retrieving the chopping boards and knives to divide and cut the veggies.

“Well you know how I’m a delayed fan of your work?” He hands you the bell peppers.

You begin to chop them, “Yeah?”

“I annotate right? With sticky notes and handwritten notes on post-its, recently those transparent ones.”

“Those are so cool.” You agree.

Bucky kisses your cheek, “Very cool. I’ve some extra if you want them.”

“One day you’re going to open your drawer of post-its and find that empty.” You giggle, Bucky laughs.

“Well I know where to look.”

“You’re supposed to let me steal your stuff for myself.” You smear a bit of butter on his cheek.

He scrunches his nose, biting your thumb playfully drawing laughter from you.

“So you don't want to steal my clothes? Just my stationery?” The veggies go into the mix and he brings out another few things.

“I steal what I want, Mr. Barnes and you will let me.” You reach up to him, he leaves his work wrapping his arms around you, palms moving from your lower back to beneath your hips.

“Oh I will let you?” He lifts you onto the counter, standing between your legs.

“Yes, yes you will.” Your fingers run through his hair, playing with the strands at the base of his neck, “Want to know why?”

“Enlighten me, Feather.” He hums, eyes closing gently as you continue playing with his hair and your other hand runs over his scalp.

“Because,”

Bucky’s breath hitches feeling your lips close to his own.

“It’s the tax you pay being a boyfriend.” Giving him a quick kiss you giggle as he huffs irritatedly, wanting a longer time to feel your soft, addictive lips against his own.

“Never heard of this tax.” He grumbles only adding to your mirth.

“Well you probably never had a girlfriend who put you in that tax bracket.” It’s your turn to grin smugly and you do, then you feel something wet across your cheek.

The sauce.

“Bucky!” You yelp, he guffaws grabbing your hands before you can wipe it away.

You feel his lips at the corner of your own, he licks away the smear then bites at your cheek.

His laugh rumbles within his chest as he places your hands upon it. You can’t help but laugh with him.

“All gone.” He assures, kissing your jaw.

“When I began reading your work,” he cups your face, “I noticed something, now I could be wrong but I know I’m not,” he winks, you roll your eyes.

“What did you notice, fine Sir?” You quip, tilting your head.

“I noticed that you don’t explain in detail the moments that you want to experience yourself. You write them enough to keep the reader satiated but your hunger for those moments remains raging.” He explains, your hands move out of their own accord to his shoulders, sides of his neck and then cupping his face.

“Cooking a meal together, late night drives, texting endlessly, touches hidden away in a crowded room.” Bucky’s gaze fixed upon yours, his blue eyes reading everything your eyes show him.

“Silent ways of saying, I love you.” His palm grasps your hand, finger tracing over the tattoo. You swallow. Your own thumb traces across his left wrist.

He had figured it out.

The one thing you kept hidden across your works, the smallest moments to the ones of significance. Your own wants hidden in your shared words.

“James,” Your voice is thick laced with an emotion you can’t comprehend. Maybe it is the fact that he sees you, every bit of you and yet loves you, maybe it is that he knows you, you don’t know how to vocalise how you feel, you don’t know how to convey the fluttering in your heart.

He takes your name, in quiet understanding. In a way that in one word, with your own name, you know that he knows and understands how you feel.

You knew how much he could convey with his eyes alone, across genres, across characters. Initially you would wonder if you would ever be able to decipher if it's an act, your own insecurities were feeding into your heart.

The way that Bucky gazes at you though?

Warmth ricochets within your chest. Love for him, love from him pours through every broken crevice, mending, offering pieces of himself that could fit. Taking broken parts from you to mend himself.

You pull him closer, arms and legs wrapping around him, Bucky holds you tenderly, returning the hug with equal warmth and love.

He kisses your shoulder as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

The two of you say nothing further, the food is cooked over more stolen kisses and smearing of sauces.

Even as the call times for beginning the shoot of the movie are emailed the dread doesn’t seep into your bones.

Bucky stays the night for the first time. Holding you close as slumber pulls the two of you under its spell.

Your hands wrap over his, Bucky smiles when you sleepily lace your fingers with his own. Your lips searching for his skin, any part of it to give him a kiss goodnight.

Thumb tracing over your tattoo, he falls asleep just as Alpine finds the spot beside your head on the pillow making biscuits and then falling asleep.

Maybe he thinks, just maybe this could be forever.

When morning light pours in and you’re still in his arms and Alpine is burrowing her way between the two of you making you laugh quietly.

He believes this is forever.

HEADLINES:

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Number One - Steve and Bucky

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Number Three - Natasha Romanoff and Author Y/N’s Friendship.

Are They Back Together? Watch Sharon Carter Speak With Body Language Expert To Discern If Dolores and Bucky Have Residual Feelings For Each Other.

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Author Y/N Shares Dialogue Snippet From Upcoming Book, Fans Sent Into Frenzy Over Theory That This Book Might Be Her Saddest Ending Written Till Date.

A.N.: i hope you enjoy this fluffy update, i felt i didn't get a chance to explore them one on one much and i just think they needed time together so here we are!

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hermesserpent-stuff · 9 months

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Loki lore?

So! At this point Ive deviated from the cannon a lot and it's safe to say I will continue to do so. All of these ideas are very au. And I'm cool with that.

Onto the fun stuff! (I'm mixing some Norse stuff with other things i like from history)

Loki was stolen away much like he is in the first Thor movies flash back. Growing up as a giant on Asgard was not great for him nutrition-wise. Frost giants eat a different sort of food and their realm is built differently. He was always going to be a little smaller and thinner than the other giants due to being of the seidrmadur type. Frost giants generally have two types (like dnd classes) warrior and magic user. The magic users tend to be a little smaller as a lot of their nutrition and energy goes to growing a strong core and using magic. They are valued and normally are tucked away from outside eyes. This gives the impression to outsiders that frost giants are all large and are all warriors. They tend to influence battles from afar and look into prophecy.

Loki is smaller than the giants due to not getting all the right foods and trying to keep up with thor. Frigga did her best but the nutrition of other species is not really a thing the aesir focused on. She taught him magic the Aesir way, which is slightly different from the way of the frost giants but not so different that it did him any true damage. She does not know Loki's parents, only that at least one of them is alive.

Odin knows that Loki is the son of Laufey, leader of the Frost giants. Laufey knows Odin has his son but is not aware that Loki is that child. Odin took Loki to enforce a peace as Laufey did not want to risk harming his own kid. He knows loki is in Asgard, but not sure where, just that he is alive. Taking enemy kings children to force peace/loyalty is something kings have done throughout history

laufey would like his kid back but since he's not sure where/who loki is, he never was able to reach out even secretly.

Loki knows none of this and just thinks he was always destined to be weaker than his brother.

side point, being on Midgard is doing interesting things to loki. Midgard is cooler than Asgard. and the branches of Yggdrasil near Midgard and Jotunheim are more similar than the branch near Asgard.

ahhhh all the thoughts. hope this all makes sense.

#loki #mcu loki #hermes speaks #mcu au #spider nephew au #ask hermes #mcu odin #world building

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marvelsimp97 · 2 years

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The Broken Princess (Loki x Reader) Part Three

Summary: Reader is a princess of a kingdom with a culture where women sit at home, cook and keep being pretty. She was never like that no matter how much her mother wanted her to be like that. However she gets engaged with the Asgardian prince, Loki. They don't like to be forced into it but not for the same reason.

Word count: 5148

Warnings: angst

A/N: I originally imagined Reader as a Chinese princess but throughout the whole story I never used any specific description for her like I usually do the same with every fanfic I write. Oh, and I have a little one-shot collection where I collect all of the requested works and whatever just popped into my mind. So if you have a request, feel free to send them to me! (Kylo Ren needs some love in that collection so pls feel free to request with him! <3)

You were still curious as to what was your fiancée doing out in the capital city in the middle of the night. You wanted to ask Frigga about it but decided against it in case you would get Loki into trouble. You were grateful for the little peace between you two, you didn't want to ruin it to bicker around again.

Frigga was satisfied with your work with the children for them to develop quite fast. You were a good teacher and were patient with them. All of the little boys and girls loved you and by them their parents quickly learnt how good natured and kind you were. At the tea parties the other princesses now gathered around you in a large group while others weren't as happy with the news. But that was their problem. You and Loki met at the library often during at night and even if you didn't talk that much the peace and quiet was enough. You weren't uncomfortable with him sitting at the same table with you and reading in quiet while you did the same thing. Sometimes he even recommended books for you to read after he learnt how deep in love you were with literature.

The preparations for the wedding was getting started and today was the first meeting with the royal wedding planner. You sat on a sofa in the queen's salon with Frigga and Loki on your sides and forced yourself to seem not as bored as you were actually. There were sample of different types of decorations and each had various color schemes from lighter to darker shades. You saw how Frigga's eyes shined up at the light golden and cream decorations with bright red and white roses. You liked something little more pastel like light pink or green with light gold or silver. Loki didn't care he just wanted to get over this meeting to go and finish the paperwork Odin left for him to do. The king liked to give him the paperwork of the monetary affairs. Which Loki hated to do even if he was excellent in it and pointed out every missing penny. Last month he was able to detect a peculator in the court and Odin sent the man to prison immediately.

"We first need to choose the decoration type and its color scheme. You can change the flowers if you want I prepared a list of which flower matches the same decoration. The most popular nowadays is this one, called Perfect Day. I think that would not be the best choice, the royal family needs to be unique and a leader at everything. Every couple would want a wedding like yours after." the old lady smiled in front of you like this was the biggest choice in politics or strategy. You turned to Frigga.

"I trust your judgement, my queen." you said. "I saw you liked the one with light gold and cream. Do you think that would fit us?"

"It is your wedding, dear, you should be the one to choose." Frigga shook her head with a smile.

"I saw something right there!" you quickly started turning the large pages of the large album searching for the one you liked. It was a light apple green, almost white with light, platinum gold accents. The tablecloth was the light green while across the table was laid a long stripe of white cloth with shining platinum golden flowers and vines decorating the fabric. White fluffy snowball flowers in white porcelain vases and light green organza stripes hanging around the room at the large windows. You pointed at it smiling hoping, the meeting would end soon.

"Excellent choice, my princess! That one is quite exquisite and even if it's quite simple that is what gives it's luxuriousness!" clapped her hands happily the old lady. "Now as for the flowers..."

You wanted to groan but you kept smiling while she went through the decorations outside the throne room, the gardens and the dining hall. She asked you to choose the flowers for the ladies and the dress-code. When you saw how irritated Loki was you quickly saved both him and the old lady by saying that he had more important things to do, you can choose on your own. Loki nodded gratefully to you before leaving you three in silence.

When it was finally over you sighed tiredly and exhausted walking down the corridor towards the bedchambers' section. You spotted a small balcony and decided to step out onto it to cool your heated skin down a bit. The cold wind of the night – because it was already night time when you finally left the salon – tickled your skin through your hair and your lips pulled into a smile. You couldn't get enough of this scenery of the night city below the castle. Suddenly you heard the tapping of horse hooves on ground from the gardens and spotted Loki's retreating form in the night his long green cape waving in the wind like the ocean.

"Are you curious, my princess?" asked suddenly someone from the neighboring balcony making you jump in your surprise. You snapped your head to the woman standing there to see Lady Lynn smiling back at you with an evil satisfied smile on her lips. She was beautiful out matching every noble lady around her but she was like a snake and acted like it.

"Should I be concerned?" you sighed rolling your eyes not really wanting to hear her false words.

"The prince is visiting a lady whenever he can sneak out of the palace." she continued ignoring your reaction. You knew she expected you to get angry or jealous but you had no feelings for him and if he wished to see another you will let him. "I have heard that she is a beauty that has no match which must be ridiculous. Have you seen me?" she scoffed. "Anyway, they met here on a ball when they were younger. Everyone says they fell head over heels for each other..."

"And why would I care about it?" you asked coldly. "I am the one engaged with him. I am the one who stays in the palace. You should know as a noble that marriage for people like us never was about love. It is cold out here, you should go inside and leave me be if you wish not to catch a cold."

You lifted your hand and blew cold icy wind into her face. It wasn't magic, no. Ädranä's royal family were the ancestors of the ancient dragons who created their land. You couldn't change into a dragon of course but because you were their ancestor you had a little power over one of the elements and that was the air. Your brother was the river and your father was the earth. Your mother had no power like that because she was from a simple noble family.

Lady Lynn gasped and quickly went back inside in case you would decide to knock her off balance and over the railing of the balcony she was standing on. You sighed and returned to your chambers not long after. A lover. So that is why he left at night so often. You were surprised to feel disappointed. Why had you had feelings like that? He was nothing to you and will never mean anything even if you will be married to him. The fact that he could act civil with you didn't mean he could grow to love you. You admitted after thinking for a long time wide awake in your bed that maybe you were too careless and let yourself start to like him.

Time skip~

Your days were dutiful but you could still find a small free time to sit down and read. Queen Frigga decided to join you with some tea as company in the library. Your mind was racing with the questions you wanted to ask her but you wanted to stay silent for now. You were curious as to who this secret lady was. You cursed yourself for being so nosy but it was bothering you since you spoke with Lady Lynn and that was a few days ago.

"Something is bothering you, my child." spoke up Queen Frigga in the silence you two were sitting in since she arrived. Your cheek grew hot and you averted your gaze to the carpeted floor.

"There is something I wanted to ask you... since a few days." you sighed after a long silence. You slowly looked up to look at her beautiful face anxiety filling you. "Why is Loki leaving the palace at night?"

You watched her eyes widen and her lips form a surprised 'o' before her expression grew sad and apologetic. She slowly put her book down, placed her cup back down to the small plate on the silver tray and leaned back in her chair putting her hands in her lap and staring straight forward. Your brow furrowed and tried to hide your worry.

"I should have informed you some time ago about it but... I could not do that to you." she sighed. "A long time ago, when my son was in his adolescent years, he met a girl around his age on a ball which we organized for the commoner. It was a great celebration for the victory of my husband over Vanaheim. Loki met this girl who was no one of importance and fell in love with her beauty and kind-heartedness. She had platinum blonde hair and beautiful cerulean blue eyes with plump pink lips and fair white skin. She was like a porcelain doll. But she was sickly that time already. Their relationship grew as their love. My husband never approved of it and even if I do not mind I never encouraged it supporting my husband. Many years passed and the girl grew more and more ill till she could not leave her room and now... she cannot leave her bed even. The best healers of the realm I have sent to her have said that she has a few months amongst the living yet."

"Oh..." you mumbled shocked and sad. A true fairy-tail without a happy ending. "How is Loki?"

"I believe that... he stays alone in his chambers just to avoid someone noticing his sadness. He believes it to be weakness to feel... to be sensitive about losing someone you hold close to your heart." Frigga smiled sadly at you.

"Can I meet her?" you asked without thinking. Your curiosity was stronger than you but you were eager to meet her. She sounded like a good person and if she could bring happiness into your soon to be husband's life than you will be happy for them and will thank her. That was the only thing you could do.

"Of course, my child." nodded the queen with a confused glint in her eyes.

"Will you lead me to her, my queen?" you stood up with a happy smile on your lips. Frigga stood up from her seat hesitantly and the two of you went down to the carriages to go out to the capital. Since the day you arrived you haven't spent a day down there and you were eager to see the commoner hurry on the streets, living their busy lives. How simple their lives must be. No scheming, no evil plans, no bad intentions, no corruption or deceit. No one to stab them in the back from their own family.

You stared out the window watching some commoner stop and stare in wonder at the royal carriage zip past them. Your mouth watered at the sight of cakes and biscuits and fruits near the market and your eyes shined up at the sight of a shop selling notebooks and pens. Frigga chuckled at your wonder but stayed silent till you arrived. She waited for you to leave the carriage in front of a small house. It was built from stone and its was not bigger than a cottage. You saw crackling fire through the single window at the front while Frigga knocked on the door waiting patiently for someone to open it. An old lady came out opening the door just a crack. Frigga smiled down to the old lady and asked for entrance. You stepped up to the queen to greet the old lady but earned a nasty glare from the elderly.

"Why are you here?!" she asked unfriendly as she looked you up and down.

"I just wished to meet the one who holds Loki's heart." you smiled kindly down at her with no malice. "Please, let us in... I wish to thank her for making him happy."

"I will stay in the room as the queen too. If you try anything..." she threatened as she opened the door to let you two in. You bowed to the old lady as you were taught back in your home giving your respect to elderly. Her eyes only narrowed at your behavior and you knew that you probably couldn't do anything to make her see that you came in peace. She led Frigga and you up on the stairs to a small room. You heard soft coughing coming from the room and when you stepped inside you spotted a delicate young woman around your age draw something curled up on the window seat in a white night gown. Her platinum blonde hair was messy and dry, her body thin and weak. When she looked at the visitors her eyes widened and she quickly got to her feet bowing to Frigga and you. Her balance was however not as good and easily fell on her side from the sudden movement.

You jumped into action without caring what the old lady thought or how she would yell at you. You rushed to her side and helped her up and back into a sitting position on the window seat. She looked up at you in surprise and with a grateful smile on her lips. She was beautiful. Even if she was bedridden. You felt a pang of jealous at how you were pampered by maids for two hours each morning but here she was so beautiful even when she had dark circles under her eyes and sickly pale skin. You smiled back kindly and stepped back from her.

"Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?" you asked gently.

"N-no... thank you." she replied coughing a little. You didn't wait for permission and pulled out the chair from the desk in the corner offering it to Frigga. She thanked you and sat down before you pulled out another chair from the bedside. "M-my queen... did something happen to Loki? Is he alright?"

"Yes, my child, he is quite well." chuckled the blonde woman as she patted the other's knee. "I came to visit you with Princess (Name). When she learnt about you she wanted to see you."

You saw the white haired young woman's beautiful face fall as she glanced at you in panic. Your eyebrows curled in sadness that another person was thinking of you like a threat.

"Please, do not fret. I only wanted to say... thanks for caring about him." you said quietly surprising her quite some. "At first Loki and I... did not get along that well... but eventually I could make him see that this marriage which was forced on him was forced on me just as well. I am glad I can call him a friend nowadays and I am happy that he has someone who loves him dearly. Thank you for it."

"Wha-" she opened her mouth but couldn't find any words.

"I am sorry I startled you. Please, forgive me." you bowed your head a little as you sat on the chair your hands in your lap.

"You are really... that kind?" the girl breathed in disbelief.

"Um... I cannot tell you that I am kind to all... but I can see difference between friend and foe. I hope I can call you the former in the future." you smiled warmly back at her.

"You have to forgive me for doubting your kindness but this is so sudden..." she placed a hand in front of her mouth as she stared forward.

"Sygin, I can reassure you that there is no malice in her actions. (Name) was only curious to know you. You should see how all those children love her at the palace. She is doing an excellent job with teaching." smiled the queen at Sygin trying to end her doubts.

"I... I do not know what to say." sighed the white haired woman.

"Only that you will try to get to know me before judging." you stood up from your seat. "My queen, I believe it is time we leave Lady Sygin to rest. I wish not to disturb."

"Alright." smiled Frigga at Sygin as she stood up as well and left the room with you. You tried to not take it to heart that she couldn't trust you. You were however determined to get to know her and show her that you were only grateful for her to take care of Loki. You knew you would never get the chance to do that.

The ride back to the palace was quicker than the way out. You exchanged no words with the queen as you thought of how could you change Sygin's mind about you. You expected her to tell Loki about you and when that would happen, you had to be prepared for whatever words he would throw at your head.

Time skip~

Weeks went fast and each time you saw Loki leave the palace at night you wished to not receive his rage the next day. You decided to give Sygin some time to think before you would visit again. You went down to the kitchen to see the chef. Of course all of the cooks and chefs were afraid of what you would want when you showed up at the door of the kitchen. You laughed at how their hands stopped and eyes widened at your sight at the door.

It took them some time to see that you were not going to yell at them. When you asked one of the chefs to teach you how to make muffins he paled. You had to reassure him that Odin would not punish him for anything.

"No, no, no, no, no! I am not here to test you or anything of the sort!" you lifted your hands and walked up to the man who grasped at his chest. "I have friend who I promised muffins by my own hands and I wish to learn how to bake them. Could you teach me?"

"B-b-b-b-ut, your highness, there is no need for you to bake them yourself! We can do it for you, you just need to ask." he protested. You huffed a little annoyed.

"I am not my fiancé, alright?!" you narrowed your eyes. "I will never send anyone to jail for something that is not their fault or a fault at all. I am only asking you to help me out. I promised my friend that I can learn something which I have never done. I wish to fulfill my promise."

Norrec as he was called sighed defeated but somewhat relieved and agreed to it. You smiled brightly at him and followed him further into the kitchen following his every order. Someone strew some flour on your dress and immediately everyone paled. You looked up and started laughing.

"Oh, look at your faces! Ahahahaha!" you laughed. "I am sorry! I just- ahahahaha! Please, do not-, you do not need to apologize. It can be washed out. It is just flour."

"Are you really not mad at... me?" asked the cook who strew the flour on you surprised and more like out of shock.

"No, no. Everything is alright." you patted his shoulder with a kind smile. Your face fell a little as an idea popped into your mind. "Um... I have to ask. Are there rumors about me? Or is it about that every royal member treats you unkindly?"

"Well, Princess... yes. You are of royal blood. Usually people from your level only polite with each other. Queen Frigga of course is different but... she is still of royal." spoke up Norrec. "Your actions are not... usual."

"That is sad... I was taught to appreciate my people. That I should be thankful for all of you and be kind to you. No harm was done by a little flour falling on my skirt. And please, do not fear to approach me with anything." you smiled warmly at them. You noticed how their behavior changed quickly. They turned friendly from distant and you felt happy. When the muffins were finished you clasped your hands happily and gave a kiss to Norrec on his cheek making him blush.

You quickly changed out of your dress into a clean one picked up the small basket filled with the muffins from the kitchen and left the palace. You only asked for a horse and quickly fled the scene. You never had official riding lessons however you pleaded with your father's best swordsman until he sighed an agreed and taught you. As you rode you tried to turn the right corners and when you felt lost you jumped off the horse and asked a woman of where you could find Sygin's house. She was frightened that you were so straight forward but couldn't help but smile back when you said your goodbyes and wished her a good day. You quickly found the house and your heart pumped loudly in your chest as you approached the door. You knocked on the wooden surface and waited until the old lady opened the it.

"What do you want?!" she asked rudely.

"I thought I could show you that I came in peace? I brought muffins!" you beamed down at her but she slammed the door in your face. You sighed defeated. You turned back to your horse and petted her smiling sadly. You jumped back on her and went back to the palace. You gave the muffins to your maids.

Every second day you made muffins down in the kitchen every time brought to Sygin and was rejected. You were a little disappointed but decided to not give up. You will try until they would hear you out.

Sygin's PoV.

She came back. Everyday she came back with a basket in her hand. Sygin didn't know what to think of the princess but her determination impressed her. The young woman couldn't decide what the princess possible could want from her. Why would she want to know her? She was in the way of her marriage. She was in the way of her happiness. To grab the power or whatever noble people fought for.

As days passed and Sygin watch the princess get rejected by Holena again she noticed something glistening (Name)'s eyes. She sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, took a deep breath. She was standing there for a long time, Sygin thought she wouldn't leave and would bang on the door forcing her way inside when the princess was approached by children. The children tugged at her beautiful dress and it seemed like they tried to comfort their princess. The white haired girl had to hear what they were talking about and opened the window looking out to the street below.

"Please do not cry, your highness!" tried to hug a little girl (Name) around her large skirt at her legs. It made (Name) giggle and crouch down to the children's level. She patted her blonde hair and hugged her to her chest. The other children hugged the princess too.

"How sweet this is of you all!" smiled brightly at them (Name). "I am afraid that I will never get to know the one who I thought could be my ally. She seems so kind, so good-hearted. And she is so beautiful... I am so jealous of her beauty sometimes. But she makes my friend so happy. I feel the need to show my gratitude to her."

"But Loki is your fiancé... not your friend... you will marry him!" furrowed her eyebrows confused another little girl with brown hair and green eyes.

"None of us was in love with the other when we were engaged. I tried to run away, to hide in the tiniest place to never be found again. We do not love each other and even if I would love Prince Loki... I know he would never love me back. He already loves someone who makes him happy. And I cannot wish anything more for myself than to see him happy even if it is with another."

Sygin wanted to think that it was all an act, that the princess paid for the children to gather around her and make an act but she couldn't. She saw the tears that left the princess' eyes, running down her cheeks. Sygin couldn't agree with the princess however. She wasn't as beautiful as (Name) said she was. She was jealous of the princess of how close she could be all day to Loki and how she didn't need to stay in bed all day.

"You trust her." spoke up suddenly Holena behind her but she didn't flinch.

"You still think she has malevolent intentions?" Sygin asked back still looking down at the princess talking to the children smiling at them brightly and hugging them before standing up and making her way to her horse her basket now empty. Sygin knew she had to act. "Hey, princess (Name)! Maybe we should talk!"

Her voice was weak and she cursed that she erupted in a coughing fit. Holena helped her back to her bed and went to open the door. When the old lady came back (Name) following her Sygin nodded as a greeting to the princess. (Name) erupted in a bright smile and lifted her basket.

"I made all of them for you but... there is just one left. I hope you accept it even if it is not much." she smiled apologetically at Sygin. The white haired young woman couldn't understand this princess. Why was she so kind? So straight forward? So approachable?

"You made them?" Sygin asked in disbelief.

"I... uh... yes..." she lowered her head. "Maybe they do not taste as good as the royal chef's but I followed his instructions. Maybe I was bothering him by following him around until he let me do it but... I hope they taste alright..."

"Do not just stand in the door, girly." spoke up Holena surprising both of them. "What? Now that you are inside you should stay a little. Sit where you can."

The old lady left the two of them along in a nervous silence. Sygin closed her eyes before she reached for the muffin in the basket. She carefully pealed the paper off and took a small piece off of it with her fingers. She put it in her mouth carefully and chewed slowly. It tasted so good she almost couldn't suppress a moan.

"So? Is it okay?" asked eagerly (Name) her eyes sparkling excitedly.

"Y-yeah..." furrowed her eyebrows Sygin. "What do you really want with this?"

"I just... I just would like to get to know you a little better... and show you that I do not want to cause you harm or would not hurt you with my words." (Name) answered sadness showing on her beautiful face.

"You are a princess. People like you always has something behind their words and actions. A purpose, a reason, a goal to achieve." rolled her eyes Sygin. She watched the princess' features' turn hard and disappointed.

"I came from a different culture than you, my lady... You all speak like you know that there is something behind my kindness. What if I am just kind? What if I have no purpose? No goal? I have met those kind of princesses you are used to and I have to agree you are right to not trust them. But would any of them try so desperately to know you? They would call you a commoner... and even if you are, that does not mean I can look down on you just because I have royal blood in my veins." (Name) replied.

"But even if that is true... why would you want to become my friend? You must have your friends." asked further Sygin.

"It is not I who need friends." (Name) shook her head. "I have friends who I hold dearly to my heart. Do you have friends who visit you from time to time other than Loki? Did the ones you had stay on your side when they learnt that you were sick?"

"Then go back to them." hissed Sygin at (Name). A long silence took place between them but none of them moved. The princess stood up and went to the window closing it before picking up the drawings from the window seat.

"You are alike, you know?" asked (Name) with a smirk on her lips. Sygin looked at her confused as the princess looked back up at her. 'With Loki. He doubted my intentions when I arrived... he was rude and ignored me if we were in the same room. I wanted to change that but not for him to grow to love me. Oh, no. I know I am not like someone he would ever love after meeting you... but now that we will be forced to live our lives bonded together like that... I wish to not bicker around with him all the time."

"You will still live your life with him... which I can never do." tears gathered in Sygin's eyes as she looked down at her lap knowing... feeling the end coming to her. Each night she went to sleep with the thought of never getting up again. Death still frightened her and her heart was aching for Loki. She didn't want him to feel sad, to feel the pain of losing her. Yet she was so selfish to wish he would visit her again to talk all night long, to kiss his lips, to hold him tight. Gentle arms snaked around her and pulled her tight into a warm embrace. Soft (h/c) hair brushed against her cheek as she was hugged by Princess (Name).

"I am so sorry..." whispered the princess rubbing her back soothingly. Sygin's eyes widened as she felt something familiar coming from (Name). Something like her mother would've been who died when she was young. Sygin held tightly to (Name) as she cried sobbing and shaking violently. They sat there for a long time until she calmed down into a sleep.

To be continued...

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feathered-serpents · 1 year

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Yes my "Atreus and Angrboda will take the roles of Set and Nephthys in Egypt" is a SUPER crackpot theory BUT it's not entirely pulled out of my ass I do have some tenuous links between them that could make it all work

Set being Atreus has the strongest backing. Wikipedia (a famously reliable source) says his Norse equivalent is Loki, but reading what Set is actually god of and a few roles he has made me actually start to humor this as a real theory

Set is mostly known as a god of disorder and chaos but there is more to him than that. There are three aspects in particular that connect him with Atreus

The first is earthquakes and I know that sounds random but there is a legit connection. In Norse mythology Loki is actually the reason given for why there are earthquakes at all. When he's in his eternal prison (and it does not escape my notice this hasn't happened yet) tortured by a snake dripping constant venom in his eyes, his only source of relief is his wife holding a bowl over his face to catch the venom (which is very sweet of her). However, the bowl fills up, and she has to empty it, when this happens the venom drips into Loki's eyes, and his screams/writhes of pain cause earthquakes.

The second is the snake itself. Set's one heroic role in the mythos is helping Isis fight back Apophis, a massive monstrous snake. If played right they could merge these two myths into one, having Atreus trapped and tortured by Apophis only to slay him once he was free. Two birds one stone!

Finally, the last aspect and the one that has me actually entertaining this theory with any amount of seriousness: Set is the god of foreigners and foreign lands and if he began as a foreign god... that would make a lot of sense

Angrboda as Nephthys (Set's wife) is even more tenuous, the main thing linking her and Nephthys is Angrboda's name means "The One Who Brings Grief" and Nephthys is the goddess of mourning. But mostly this relies entirely on Atreus being Set

I know that Atreus doesn't have a brother and that's a BIG issue given how Set's most known myth is his murder of Osiris, his brother, but there could be ways around that. Maybe he develops a type of brotherly bond with Osiris that ends badly. Maybe some force bounds them like brothers. Who knows! There are lots of ways around that

Lastly, if this is true, then Atreus' son could be Anubis and Kratos would have descendants in the Egyptian pantheon, and I personally like the idea of Kratos having descendants in lots of different pantheons.

Also if Hel still exists then Hel and Anubis are siblings and both (or at least two) of Atreus and Angrboda's children become death gods. I don't really know what that means, but it's neat!

#God of War #god of war: ragnarok #god of war ragnarok

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lucygriefer · 5 months

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Mythcraft Lukas

A quick note this piece here is the last of the completed mythcaft characters. I'm still working on turning the rest of the MCSM characters into different mythologies and will upload them onto here when their completed.

This is Lukas from MCSM. I made Lukas a kamaitachi. A kamaitachi is a weasel yoki that rides on dust devils. Their nails are used like sickles. From what I’ve found, kamaitachi aside from being small can be either good, bad, or a mix of both. Though that is just what I’ve found, because some art and stories show them as these monsters, while others show them as cute friendly little weasels that can transform and fight much larger opponents. Those adorable images are very adorable.

The original idea for Lukas was for him to be Fenrir. One of Loki’s children, and for any Marvel fan. I’m talking about actual Norse mythology and not the world of Avengers. Those are two different worlds. Though as I took time to look up more mythical creatures in my free time I came across the kamaitachi and decided to go with that. Since the idea was a very interesting one.

Though when I originally was looking for a mythology to turn Lukas into I was thinking of some type of feline mythology. To go with Lukas love of ocelots. When looking this up those a majority of myths that I found about feline based mythologies were themed and based around girls. While I could've done a simple change and kept Lukas male instead of turning him into a female. I simply looked for a different myth to base him on. As you can actually see in the larder form that Lukas transforms into you can see that on his back he has a cat face pattern. While as you can't see it; on the back of his leather jacket there is also a ocelot face.

I'll continue to upload art that I've made until all the art from the last year has been uploaded. And every time I finish a new piece I'll upload it onto here as well.

Also here is the link to the Mythcraft Lukas Speedpaint:

Mythcraft Lukas Speedpaint - YouTube

#mcsm #mcsm lukas #Mythcraft #mcsm fanart #mythology #kamaitachi

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hello! i'm a burgeoning queer norse heathen and i was wondering if you would be willing to talk about your personal view on odin, specifically his relationship to loki and their partners and children. i'm interested in working with all of them but i'm conflicted on how i feel about odin tricking and getting rid of loki's children, especially the children of angrboda since i am currently working with her. does it ever feel like, unethical to work with gods who have a bad personal history with each other? or is that an oversimplification of the gods? thanks for any thoughts!

Awww dear anon, as another queer heathen let me extend a hug (respectfully)! I'm happy you wrote. I hope that you will enjoy your newly blossoming spirituality and if you wanna talk to someone about literally anything, don't hesitate to reach out.

I think what you're asking is an extremely interesting question because it fundamentally hinges on what you think the gods exactly are, like what is a god overall and what they do, as well as what the myths actually are, and what they mean if anything? These are extremely complicated questions and depending on the underlying beliefs you can get wildly different answers from different people and even one person's belief can change over time (as mine did quite a lot). I can definitely tell you what I believe/built up from my personal experience but I don't want to convince you to think the same, I thought I would just kinda circle around the topic a little bit and maybe you can sort of use it as a springboard to discover what you want to believe.

So... I will start there, that I don't treat the myths like what you are describing, at all. I think of them as entirely man-made constructs, beautiful stories that explain how a certain culture thought the world works. That doesn't mean that they don't matter, of course, but they matter in the same way that for example a beautiful poem does, and not like scientific facts do. I still think that they can and might hold truths, but in ways that are a thousand ways more removed from reality than say, a historical account. It's not even whether they actually happened or not, it's just that like a poem, it's not really the point whether they did.

I wanna point out that if you wanna treat the surviving myths as an actual account of things that really happened, I don't want to attack that - you absolutely can - but keep in mind that that is also an "artificial" and subjective choice. There are two reasons for this. One, is that type of storytelling where the individual stories all hang on a singular, cohesive narrative thread and make up One Big Series of Ragnarök Netflix Original, either didn't exist yet (afaik) or even if it did, it can only be applied to norse myth as a creative exercise, because "norse myths" as they were, were always a collection of regional traditions that sometimes tell wildly different and occasionally conflicting accounts. The reason why this is important is because originally a version of the narrative where, say, Ódin over the course of five separate but tightly connected, linear episodes "turned evil" and "betrayed Loki's family" did not really exist. There is no linear timeline. There are only stories, loosely scattered across a landscape, in which gods sometimes appear, taking on different narrative roles. There are stories in which Ódin is the villain, and there are stories in which Loki is the villain. And there are sometimes accounts that all tell the allegedly same story but in one everything is Loki's fault and in another Loki wasn't even there.

Is this where I insert the gif? You know the one. Yeah, I think it will fit just right here.

The second point overlaps with the first a little bit, but I wanna point out a different side of the same coin. We KNOW this, for a fact, that those versions of the myths that exist today, are texts that were written by human authors (some of which we know by name), specifically for entertainment purposes, with their own unique authorial voices and intent, and the text should be understood within that context before attempting to take it at face value. This is true for all texts, generally. So it's actually less like Ragnarök Netflix Original and more like Ragnarök Extended Universe (as in like, superhero comics) full of parallel universes, retcons, and being handled by different authors who all might have had different visions of what the canon should look like.

Sorry, unfortunately I learned philology and questions like "what is the context?" "what is canon, and why is that canon?" "what does a text actually say, why that, and how is it trying to say it?" are actually SUPER interesting to me and therefore I had to make this detour. But I wanna point out one more thing, and not as a philologist, but more as a friendly fellow believer.

Like I said, treating the texts as something that literally happened is a subjective choice, and not one that I would make, but making choices like that about your beliefs is not only absolutely okay but YOUR prerogative. If someone tells you otherwise, they are either trying to control you, or take your money, or both. Dems the facts.

To stay a little bit closer to the point, my answer to this question is that to me to blame a god for something they did in the myths would be like blaming an actor for something that the character that they played committed in a movie. This would be nonsensical to me because the context is different. Which is a really simple and maybe kinda boring answer. But if you choose to treat the myths as facts, you have some really interesting questions to ask yourself, like, why is it that there are different versions of the same story? Which one do I choose to believe, and why? Are they maybe... really all factually true at the same time? How is that possible? What does that say about Aristotlean logic? Btw I personally do believe that gods come from a place where two things can be true at the same time, if that's anything!

Ok, so, you're asking about the morality of it all, which is I think an even deeper and more intriguing question. The thing is, that there was a time, when I was just a newly beginning Heathen, when I was very convinced that the gods are actually kinda like personified/conscious forces of reality (kinda like forces of nature, but more abstract) and the myths are like an approximation of the blueprint of how they interact, in an extremely metaphorical way. So at that time I was kinda like what I believe is called a "soft" polytheist except that I ALSO did believe that the gods are actual beings that you can interact with somehow, so I was more like a hard if slightly platonistic animist, if you will, without being completely aware of it. At that time, I would have told you that Loki and Ódin being "in conflict" is more like how fire and ice are "in conflict". Ya feel? That's just kinda how things are and there isn't really any morality involved.

However as time went on, I almost completely shedded this belief, and did so extremely quickly. I'm sure there's someone out there who believes the same thing right now, so I don't want to sound even a little bit dismissive, I think it's just a good example of how you don't have to set your beliefs in stone cause time will shape them regardless.

Today, with all the experience(s) behind me, I can say only one thing. I have no fucking idea what the gods really are, where they come from, and what they are doing when they are not interacting with us, if anything. But I do think that even if they are not exactly like people, they are kinda like people. Thinking, feeling persons with their own choices and preferences, and their capacity to have emotions is either like that of a human, or at least comparable to it in some kind of way. So... yeah, from my subjective point of view treating them like the Blorbos from the Ragnarök Show is a little bit reductive... but only if you are willing to take my assumption as true.

That also means that I'm absolutely sure they occasionally experience conflicts among many other things, most of which we will probably never hear about. But I will be honest, just for me, subjectively, it's hard to imagine that the gods engage in conflicts with each other that are irreparable in nature, because it's bad for PR, to put it bluntly. Like, there are so many forces in the world you could be focusing the anger on instead of infighting. It's way harder to Get Things Done (what things, I don't know, but I do believe that the gods are doing Something, influencing the way the world is going as it were) if they sow pointless discord among the few individuals (human followers) that they can count on. On the other hand, even if Ódin and Angrboda are not like, bosom buddies per se, with a little courtesy and encouragement a human who is willing to listen to Angrboda can become a person who is willing to listen to Ódin VERY easily. That's a net positive for everyone involved. Free of charge!!!!

I don't actually believe that the gods are forming like little high school factions against each other that will one day actually and physically go to war, even though the myths literally say that. I'm sure a lot of people would beg to differ, and they would not be able to convince me. In my belief, there are enormous conflicts in the world, maybe even battles, but they are somewhere completely different, and on entirely different scales.

Because I see gods as Kinda Like People, I would treat the issue of hanging out with one or the other as more or less like an interpersonal relationship, as well. Which is to say, I would ask what they think of it, and then I would think about it for myself and whether I give the gods the right to have a say in that or not. And if you believe in gods as persons you can talk to, I would urge you to do the same.

I wanna go into a hypothetical for a second, cause I feel like there is an interesting sub-question embedded into this that I have several thoughts on. Let's say that you take the myths as something that actually happened (which I think you do) and you also think of a god as a person, more or less like you and me (I don't know if this is true but I wanna assume it for the sake of the hypothetical) AND you think that "following" a god means something like "having a friendly or familial relationship with" (which I agree with, and... I think that's also what you think? I'm not sure but let's assume that too, for now.)

So let's say, that said god comes to you, and they reveal it to you as your friend that the other god was really mean to them and/or their family, and let's say you have accepted that as your personal truth. Is it unethical to hang out with said god knowing that they were in some way harmful to your friend? On a completely hypothetical level I think there is at least some sort gray area. But I wanna add two things to this. One, I personally believe that if your answer is "Sorry, I'm a human and this is god stuff and I don't want to be involved/take sides" or even "I don't want you to try and influence my relationships with other gods" it is entirely in your right to set that as a boundary. The second thing is, that the hypothetical is completely moot, because it is my personal experience AND logical conviction that gods never actually do this. If this exact thing happened to someone reading this, I'm not gonna fight that, that's your truth and I'm sure that happened for a good reason. But again, generally this is bad for PR, and also they tend to respect people's boundaries about making their own worship. If a spiritual entity comes to you and tries to control what other spiritual entities you are talking to, that is usually the exact same in the spirit world as it is in the human world. A big red flag.

I will say this. I, as a devoted Lokisperson, not only work with Ódin very frequently, but second to Ódin from his family the one I interact with the most is actually Baldr (if you can believe!) and the only conflict that has ever arisen from this was that at the very beginning Loki was a little bit upset that I assumed he could cause problems about it, which he never did, and truly, it was unfair of me to put him into such a defensive position right off the bat.

I wanna add just one more thing, that I don't really know if it will help or not but I feel like is important to add. Even if you don't believe in the myths as fact even the slightest, like me, being influenced by them on some or other level is not stupid, and in fact in a way kind of unavoidable, I think. Unfortunately it happened once that I had to say: sorry, I know this is unfair to you but the story about you just hits so incredibly close to home in a bad way that it might not ever work out between us in this whole lifetime, no matter what I do. I do think of this as a bad thing, but it is what it is, and we could discuss that and let it rest with no further conflict or issue. I don't really know in which direction the pendulum is swinging for you. But however you feel about working with these gods, is valid, and it's up to you to change it or leave it as it is.

Okay, so Ódin. I like to talk about him, because I think he is a little bit misunderstood and I fancy myself being capable of bridging over this gap, even if shoddily. I think he gets a bad rep because his followers love to talk about him as That Motherfucker(affectionate) and it makes perfect sense from an inside joke point of view but it scares potential new followers away from him as someone not to be trusted. This is really bad for many reasons but especially because he deserves way better than being (mis)represented by fascists and we could always use more people to drown them out.

You know, "tricksterness" is an extremely broad term that entails an entire kaleidoscope of different things, and trickster entities can be so different from one another depending on what aspects they tend to take to. I don't know if you have a personal connection to Loki at this moment, but if you know him, then whatever you think of him (and I can blindly say that, with certainty) you will find Ódin somewhere deep down, in the core, a little bit of the same but in the actual, practical manifestation completely different. What I personally think - and I'm not alone with this view, as far as I can tell - is that Ódin likes to perpetually do something that I could scientifically describe as a "little bit of trolling". If you pick up contact with him, it is very possible that he will purposefully challenge you and especially provoke your intellect and worldviews. Depending what kind of person you are this may seem exciting, annoying or a mixture of both. I think that the sentence "Ódin cannot be trusted" is a 10000000% true statement but more like an optical illusion cannot be trusted. In an emotional sense, he is perfectly capable of building a relationship based on trust and he does deeply care about his followers, like any god worth their salt would. It is definitely worth at least a conversation to figure out whether this is for you or not.

You did ask what I believe personally, so. In my experience Ódin and Loki are clearly very close, and I have never personally witnessed bad blood between them about anything even the slightest bit. Do they bicker, or even fight, yes of course but in the way that two people (and/or two beings who are intertwined across narratives and beyond time and space) who care about each other do. Honestly... I don't even know how to describe that but whatever they have going on makes even such a weighty thing as a narrative plot point in a thousand years old myth completely irrelevant and weightless in comparison. Wherever the story goes, they can go bigger. A book about them may say whatever, their bond is like that which holds the ink of the print to the paper. It cannot be torn apart because it's just on an entirely different level.

As for my tiny little personal perspective, they only ever encouraged me to reach out to the other, I often ask one of their opinions on my workings with the other and they are always supportive and helpful. Needless to say, I treat the myth of Ódin mistreating Loki's kids as entirely fictional, and while this does not necessarily mean that Ódin has never crossed them in any way in the history of time, I have literally never heard about it, saw them behave like that's a thing that happened, or even encountered them referencing it even one time. Somehow I never actually saw Ódin interact with any of Loki's kids but I know that Sleipnir and Ódin are in contact with each other a lot, obviously, and seem to be just fine (yes, I know this may not be the same for everyone but I do treat Sleipnir as a god in his own right). Just going off of gut feeling I would say that out of the whole bunch maybe Angrboda and Ódin are the farthest from each other emotionally, though it wouldn't veer into animosity, just in a room full of gods it's very little likely that they would be the ones to stop to talk to each other unless they had something very important to say. I must admit that I interacted with Angrboda very rarely and I really don't know her well enough to know her true opinions on anything. When we interacted, she seemed like a person who likes to keep a little respectful distance in general, but it was not even a little bit a problem to her that I was connected to Ódin.

The tl;dr of the whole thing is that I don't think that you have to be afraid of picking up contact with either of them if this is what you truly want. I don't know what they will tell you if you do. But I can't imagine they would have anything against it - as far as I know, being an Ódin and Loki follower in some or other capacity, at the same time, is actually very common.

#sithi replies #sithi's posts #anons #blood brotp #odin #odindeity #all dad #loki #lokideity #lokean #general religious #the nine long nights #spiritworkings

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