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Dude Looks like a Lady

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Characters: Loki & OCs

Rating: T (language… and mentions of ‘Twilight’—reader discretion advised because of the latter)

Genre: Humor and family

Summary: A short tale involving denim shorts, a crop top, a mortified teenage girl, and a chaos god that doesn’t give a shit.

Being over a millennium old, Loki had had many experiences both good and bad. Finding out he was a Frost Giant; ruling over Asgard for a brief time; attempting to take over Earth and being imprisoned for it; helping Thor avenge the death of their mother and protect the woman he loved and being killed in the process; being brought back to life—just a few of the highlights. But none of these or any other past experiences could ever have come close to those that came along with being the guardian of a sixteen-year-old Midgardian female that he now found himself encountering on a daily basis. No, such a lifestyle—as well as his charge, Brynn—was proving quite the education.

One of the most recent experiences had centered around the seemingly mundane concept of laundry. Aside from the fact that, until the last year on Earth, Loki had never done laundry in his life (that’s what servants were for and what being a prince granted you); Loki had never realized how much of a hassle the chore was. First, there was the sorting: whites and colors had to be separated; denim and heavier fabrics were best sorted into their own piles rather than clumped together with everything else; delicates needed a pile of their own as well. Then there was the washing; whites used hot water, everything else could be cold or warm water; delicates should often be handled by the instructions on the tag and this often meant hand-washing; heavily soiled clothing shouldn’t just be thrown in the washer—it had to have a little extra care in order to get them effectively clean and avoid unsightly stains; you had to adjust the size of the loads so that there’d be enough water in the machine to actually get the clothes clean; and always remember to put the soap in or else you’re just rinsing the clothes and you might as well just use a hose if that’s the idea.

The drying process was much easier, though sometimes you had to make a judgment call on whether to use the dryer or the clothesline outside. (On at least a couple occasions, the weather forecast had gone unnoticed and Brynn and Loki had ended up outside racing the storm clouds in an effort to get the half-dry laundry off the line before it got soaked again.)

But if sorting through dirty clothes was the most unpleasant part of the laundry process, the most boring process, by far, was folding. Not only was it tedious to fold the clothing it was also tedious to once again sort through the clothes so the right person ended up with the right garments. It was also somewhat awkward. Neither of them enjoyed handling each other’s underthings, nor the idea of the other handling them.

In part, that was the main reason for the decision for them to each do their own laundry. They were both more than capable of this by now (though sometimes Loki did still ask Brynn for help if he was unsure or something slipped his mind), and it was much easier to keep track of what belonged to who and made them far more comfortable. But, once in a while, something occurred that would lead to someone’s clothes ending up in the wash with someone else’s. Such a case was what led to Loki’s most recent experience with Brynn.

It had started off innocently enough. Loki had just thrown a load of his shirts into the washing machine when Brynn had arrived home from school and walked through the back door soaked and muddy….

“What happened to you?” Loki chuckled, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorpost. He looked the sixteen-year-old up and down.

Brynn scowled at him, lips curled into a snarl and a slight growl rumbling out of her chest. She was not in the mood for his teasing. “Slipped and fell on my ass in the mud walking up the driveway,” she grumbled. “About half a dozen times! Seriously, we need to get some rock put down that thing, or else someone’s gonna end up breaking their leg after a rainstorm, and it’ll probably be me!” The teen angrily dropped her mud-splattered book bag to the mudroom floor, tossed her sandals (which she’d been carrying) to the side, and kicked off her dirty rain boots. Afterward, she eyed the bag a bit dolefully. “You can magic this clean right?” she asked, looking at her guardian with hopeful, blue-gray eyes.

The raven-haired god looked over the bag with pursed lips, taking in the damage, before finally nodding affirmatively. “I can do something about that,” he assured her with a smirk. “I am a master sorcerer after all.”

Brynn smiled, looking rather relieved. “Good! ‘Cuz I think the books inside are wet too.”

The Asgardian’s brilliant green eyes suddenly widened in mock alarm and he splayed his hands across his chest with a dramatic gasp. “Odin forbid! We mustn’t allow such tragedy to befall such remarkable tomes of knowledge!” Loki found what Brynn’s school so laughably referred to as “educational reading material” was really anything but educational and the most mind-numbingly dull works of text he’d ever come across in his life. At least most of them. Her science book could be fairly interesting from time to time. As could her literature one.

The girl gave him a hard look, albeit a playful one. “Well, if you wanna pay for the damage done to school text-books fine then, go ahead. They’re all pretty much falling apart anyway, they’re so old.” Then she grew serious as she added, “But seriously, at least save my reading book—it’s Maddie’s and she’ll kill me if I ruin it.”

Loki rolled his eyes at the mention of the dreaded book. “Ruining that monstrosity would only be an act of mercy for the world,” he remarked dryly. He shook his head and raised an eyebrow. “Why on earth would you ever agree to read something so…”

“Moronic and gross?” Brynn finished for him with a flat look. “‘Cuz Maddie got sick of me ragging on ‘Twilight’ when I’d only ever seen the movies and never read the books. She only agreed to let me keep doing it until after I’d read the books too. If I wanted to, that is.”

“And do you?”

There wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation, just an insistent, “Yes.”

The god snorted. “Very well,” he sighed, “I will see that the sparkly vampires are saved along with everything else.” He then looked Brynn over again. The girl certainly must have taken a tumble. Her curly blonde hair, which had been braided down her back when she’d left for school that morning, was coming undone and sticking out in odd angles with mud and rainwater: In fact, she almost looked brunette now! Her arms and legs were caked with mud, and her face looked like it had been covered in a mud mask that she’d haphazardly wiped off. Brynn very much looked like something from a horror story that had just crawled out of a muddy bog. “Would you like for me to do the same with you, or are you planning on joining a colony of swamp monsters?” he teased.

Brynn gave him another scowl. “Ha, ha, you’re a riot, Loks.” Then she looked herself over and shook her head with a heavy sigh. “No, don’t worry about me,” she answered his previous question. “This stuff needs to be washed anyway.” The teen flapped her vest in reference. “It’s been tainted with Nina’s godawful, cotton-candy scented pew-fume.” She met Loki’s gaze again, her nose wrinkled in disgust as she added, “And, unfortunately, the same goes for me.”

The God of Mischief nodded. “Very well,” he sighed, moving towards her. “I already have some of my clothes washing, but you can go ahead and add your things to it—we’ll sort them out later. No, no kiss now!” he exclaimed. Brynn had been going up on tip-toe to administer her usual ‘hello’ kiss to his cheek, but Loki put up a hand to hold her off. “I have no desire to be muddied up with you. It can wait until after you’ve cleaned up.” With that, the man made a slight wave of his hand. “There should be a towel waiting for you on the counter of the laundry room now,” he commented as Brynn began to make her way to the door that led to said room. “You be sure to towel off as much mud as you can in the laundry room and wrap your hair up before going up to shower,” he instructed warningly. “I don’t want muddy tracks leading all over the house.”

Brynn snorted. “Whatever you say, Mom.”

“Hmm. And here I thought you were going to insult me.”

Smiling, Brynn rolled her eyes and opened the laundry room door. She was about to go inside when she stopped and looked back over her shoulder to see that Loki had picked up her bag and was inspecting it and its contents a bit more closely. He was distracted—excellent! Pivoting around, the girl lunged at the tall, lanky man and, before he could react, tackled him in a big, muddy, wet, full-body hug, almost knocking him over. She planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Mmmwah! Loveya,bigbrother,you’rethegreatest—thanks!” As quickly as she’d embraced him she released him and barreled back towards the door, grinning smugly.

Recovering from the shock of the ambush, Loki whipped around with a glare. “Brynna May Hagel!” he barked. But Brynn had already disappeared through the door; the god could hear her giggling with triumphant glee in the laundry room on the other side. That caused his scowl to quickly melt away into a soft smile, and he shook his head with a chuckle. Ah, Brynn…. She was an infuriating, little Machiavellian, that one. But she was his infuriating, little Machiavellian, and the trickster god couldn’t be happier or more proud.

With a sigh, Loki looked himself over to assess the damage his little troublemaker had done to him. “Well, it would appear I’ll have to magic myself clean as well now. Thank you so very much, Princess.” Then he caught a whiff of a strong cotton candy scent. Nose wrinkling in disgust just as Brynn’s had, the man curled his lip and groaned, “‘Pew-fume’ indeed.”

And that’s where it had started: Brynn—under his suggestion—had thrown her soiled garments in with his because it was simply the most sensible and convenient thing to do. She’d promised to come and get them later and fold them herself. Great, wonderful—no big deal, Loki hadn’t cared; they were just clothes after all and he could handle folding a few of her things once in a while just as she could in reverse. But since she had said she would deal with them later herself, Loki had taken her at her word and left it at that. So when the load had finished the cycle and he’d put it all in a basket and brought it back up to his room in order to put things away, the man had let Brynn know that her clothes were ready for retrieval.

That had been four weeks ago. An entire month. The clothes—a pair of high-waisted shorts, a graphic crop top, and a denim vest—were still lying in the clothes basket, waiting to be folded and put away. And they weren’t even in his room anymore; the basket was sitting out in the hall beside his bedroom door which Brynn had to walk by in order to get to and from her own bedroom. So it wasn’t as though she didn’t see them there and was able to forget about them. But the clothes were still there. The teen hadn’t even so much as pulled the vest out of it to wear it again—she just left them all there unnoticed.

Loki had finally taken to reminding his charge about them and suggesting she put them away. It was only a few articles after all; it would take no time at all. And every time he had, Brynn had nodded her head and waved a dismissive hand, declaring that she would “get to it later” and that she had “something else on her mind at the moment”. On some occasions, she had: There had been a science project that had taken both her and Loki all night to complete; then there had been the assignment for literature in which she’d had to rewrite the American Constitution in her own words; then there had been the practice PSAT tests that the school’s guidance counselor had sent home a few times because, apparently, “it was never too soon to start getting ready”. But as many times as there had been something else to occupy her time, there had been even more moments when Brynn could have turned attention to her clothes and put them away. After all, once again, it was only three articles of clothing. But she hadn’t.

Now, it was true that Loki could have taken it upon himself to fold her clothes and put them away for Brynn, or even just toss them into her room on her bed. Again, it was only a few garments, and all of them, thankfully, were of the outerwear variety. And, admittedly, the god had considered it. Hel, he wouldn’t have even had to do it by hand—he could have just magicked them to reappear in their appropriate places folded/hung up and ready to go for the next time. But the simplicity of the task wasn’t really the point. The point was that Brynn had stated, for a fact, that she would take care of and put her clothes away herself. She’d promised to. And so far she wasn’t holding to it.

While it might have seemed hypocritical for him, Loki, a literal trickster god, to make a thing about his charge not holding to her word, in truth, promises were something Loki took quite seriously. Especially where the people he cared most about were concerned. So the fact that Brynn, someone he indeed cared very deeply for, was not sticking to something she’d sworn to do, did not sit well with him on both a personal and moral level. There was also the simple fact of the god finding this dismissive, lazy, irresponsible behavior of hers rather irksome and was doing his best to break her of it. After all, he was her main parental figure now; it was his job to help her grow into a responsible, well-rounded, well-adjusted adult.

It was because of all these participating factors that Loki finally decided it was time to teach Brynn a little lesson about responsibility and keeping her word. It wouldn’t be anything too drastic, just something to get the message across. And while simple communication usually did prove to be an excellent teaching tool, with some people it just didn’t have an effective enough impact. Unfortunately, Brynn could be one of those people. And also unfortunately (at least for Brynn) Loki was the type of teacher that, when presented with an opportunity where he could either teach a lesson via communication or in a more active way, he tended to choose the more active way. Especially when the more active way allowed him to have a bit of fun. After all, his title wasn’t ‘God of Mischief’ for nothing!

“Look, I’m not saying the movie is gonna be bad,” Devon declared with all sincerity. “All I’m saying is that these people are idiots! I mean, seriously, this is the same universe where the original Jurassic Park happened—and we all know how well that turned out—but we still think it’s a great idea to go and make another one after everything that happened before? “Oh, we can control the dinosaurs this time around!” I think the first park proved that you can’t control the dinos!”

“That and they’ve genetically engineered a totally new dinosaur that’s never existed before,” Sean added. “Because that’s such a great idea.”

“Exactly!” Devon exclaimed, clapping his buddy on the shoulder. “Thank you!”

“No problem, bud.”

It was a balmy, summer night, and Brynn and her group of friends—Devon McCredie siblings Sean and Madilyn Asher, and Caitlyn Willis—were all gathered out by the pickup. They had plans to attend the local theater that evening for the premiere of Jurassic World. Being Jurassic Park fans, the group had made plans to see the movie all the way back after the first trailer had dropped. Now it was here, and they were not about to miss it.

Brynn smirked as she remarked, “Well, we can’t be too hard on their decision-making, can we?” She exchanged a significant look with Maddie and Caitlyn that only teenage girls can share with each other. “I mean, it’s giving us Chris Pratt, right? Who can say that’s a bad thing?”

Maddie and Caitlyn enthusiastically murmured their agreement.

“Oh, please,” Devon snorted, rolling his eyes. “You guys just like him ‘cuz you like how his ass looks in the trailer.”

“Also because he’s sweet, funny, handsome, and charming,” Maddie added.

“He wears a shirt that shows off just a little bit of chest,” Brynn continued.

“And he’s got gorgeous blue eyes,” Caitlyn sighed. “I love blue eyes….”

At that statement, a funny look came over Sean’s face and he looked down at Caitlyn, whom he had an arm wrapped around. “Y-you love blue eyes?” he stuttered rather meekly. He looked more than a little put out by this.

Smiling warmly and reassuringly back up at him, Caitlyn reached up and caressed his cheek. She gazed at him adoringly. “Not half as much as I love brown, baby,” she soothed him.

With that, Sean smiled back before turning his face into her hand and gently kissing her palm.

The rest of the group groaned, Maddie adding in an extra gag.

“Ugh, get a room, guys!” Brynn sniggered.

“I thought we agreed no PDA in the group,” Devon teased at the same time.

“I knew it was a bad idea for my brother and one of my best friends to start dating,” Maddie lamented. She, as opposed to the other two, seemed like she was only half-joking. And maybe she was: Madilyn had yet to get used to the fact that her big brother and best friend since preschool were a serious item. It was very strange, especially since Caitlyn and Sean used to bully each other all through elementary and middle school. And, even more especially, just because—again—it was her brother and one of her best friends.

“Shut up!” Sean and Caitlyn shot back, playfully glaring at their pals.

Snickering, Devon looked down at his watch. “6:30,” he informed everyone as he looked up again. “We need to get there by at least 7:15 if we want our good seats. I asked my cousin to try and save ‘em for as long as he can, but if we don’t get going soon…” he trailed off as everyone would know what he meant.

All gazes suddenly turned to Brynn.

Noticing this, the sixteen-year-old rolled her eyes in annoyance and crossed her arms defensively over her chest. “He knows the timeline, guys,” she assured them. “He’ll get us there on time. … He might frickin’ NASCAR drive the whole way, but he’ll get us there—so relax.”

Loki was their designated chaperone for the movie that night. Usually, the kids would have just gone themselves but as Devon’s car was in the shop, Sean’s new car was only big enough for two people (specifically himself and Caitlyn), and the only one of the girls who had their license yet was Maddie and she’d gotten it revoked after dinging up her car for the fourth time in a month, they were left virtually transportation-less without an adult. That and, plus, since the prom incident, their parents seemed to have come to the conclusion that it would be better if they were chaperoned, even though the prom had been a one-time incident and, in all honesty, an adult probably wouldn’t be able to stop what had happened and prom from happening again. So, because of that, Loki had become the default chaperone. Of all their caretakers, he was definitely the one that was the coolest: He generally stayed out of their business and gave them their space. And, apart from that, he was a literal Asgardian god and a master sorcerer. So, you know, in case something like prom did go down again, he was really the best—and only—line of protection they could have. Plus it was just really epic to have a literal god hanging around with them. Because when people found out you had a god on your team, they just didn’t mess with you. (Not that any of the kids ever flaunted that they hung around and were friends with a god. … Much….)

“Well, what’s taking him so long?” Caitlyn asked of the man in question. “I mean, god or not, he’s a guy; how long can it possibly take for him to get ready?”

Brynn gave her friend a flat look. “You clearly do not know Loki,” she stated. “Seriously, if you guys think I can be bad when I get ready to go out, you are all in for a rude awakening.”

There was the familiar sound of the front door of the Hagel farmhouse opening and closing.

Devon, who was facing the house directly as he leaned against the side of the vehicle, lifted his gaze up the slight incline to the house. Almost immediately, and rather violently, he averted his gaze, covering his eyes as if they’d just been burnt. “Ohgod--myeyes!” he howled. “My eyes!”

The rest of the group gave him alarmed looks before turning to see what he was reacting to. A chorus of horrified, earsplitting, inhuman screeches rang out through the otherwise quiet evening, one, in particular, quite a bit louder and more horrified sounding than the others.

Looking utterly mortified, Brynn sprinted up the sidewalk toward the cause of their reactions. “Loki!” She skidded to a stop in front of the Asgardian and held her arms out as wide as she could on either side, as she would if she were trying to head an animal off from a direction she didn’t want. Apparently, the girl thought this would work on Loki as well. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she wailed.

Stopping in his tracks, the green-eyed man fixed her in a gallingly innocent stare, even going so far as to tilt his head to the side like a confused puppy. “What do you mean?” he questioned with just as much innocence. “I’m ready to take you all to the movie.”

White as a sheet, except for her face, which was turning a brilliant color of reddish pink due to her embarrassment and exasperation, Brynn fixed the trickster with a heated glare. “That’s not what I mean and you know it!” she hissed.

Raising an eyebrow, Loki crossed his arms over his chest and released a patient sigh. The action only caused Brynn’s ire to rise even more. “Brynn,” he addressed her calmly, “if you want me to understand what you mean, you’re going to have to speak more clearly.” While his face remained placid and serene, the god was smirking a mile-wide and snickering devilishly inside. This was almost too much fun!

Knowing full well his cool and collected demeanor did not match what was really going on inside that twisted, raven-haired head of his and becoming even more flustered by it, Brynn clenched her hands into fists. Oh, she wanted to hit him! She hadn’t wanted to hit him this badly since the point at the beginning of their relationship when they’d hated each other! She could do it! If she really wanted to, she could do it, and, boy, she really, really wanted to! But that wouldn’t get her what she wanted. Nothing except keeping her cool and playing along with Loki’s game—whatever the hell it was—would get her what she wanted. And that was a tall order to deal with: What she wanted was directly tied to what was making her want to hit him. And knowing Loki, he was going to drag this out for as long as he could to make her suffer with her humiliation all the more. He was sadistic like that.

So, setting her jaw, Brynn enunciated, very slowly, through teeth clenched so tightly they might shatter, “What. The hell. Are. You. Wearing?”

For you see, this is why Brynn was so cross with Loki that she wanted to hit him, why she was so mortified that she might keel over and die: he was wearing her clothes. Yes, that’s right, the lanky, 6’2, 206 pounds, full-grown Asgardian God of Mischief had managed to stuff himself into clothes that were meant for a 5’5, 130 pound, teenaged girl of average build. And it looked about as terrifyingly hideous as you could imagine.

Brynn’s insides squirmed uncomfortably as she looked him over. He had to have magicked this stuff in order to even get it on, but even then it all still fit him poorly: her high-waisted shorts rode nauseatingly high up on his legs and hips, so much so that the bottoms of his buttocks were exposed (not a good look for guys!); her crop top clung to him almost like it was another layer of skin and stretched across his chest so tightly that it distorted the Wonder Woman graphic so much she looked obese; and her vest… it fit so tightly across his broad shoulders that it crinkled and stuck out in a strange way at the bottom where it should have hung loose. It all just added up to one massive nightmare.

Looking as though he had no idea what she was talking about, Loki looked down at his attire before meeting Brynn’s gaze again. “I’m wearing clothes,” he answered simply. That would only help to irk the teen off more.

Brynn felt a new flame of irritation flare up inside her at that answer. Oh, he was so gonna get it! (If she didn’t die of embarrassment first.) “No,” she corrected, trying to keep her voice even. “You’re wearing my clothes—there’s a big difference.”

Loki’s brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed as if he’d just heard something fishy and wasn’t sure whether he’d believed it or not. “No,” he shook his head, “these are my clothes.”

Brynn gawped at him in bewilderment at that. His clothes?! What?! Had the God of Mischief finally gone insane?! “What are you talking about?” she scoffed incredulously. “That’s my shirt, those are my shorts, and that is my vest! But I don’t need to tell you this because you know that those are my clothes, so, I’ll ask again, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The man gave her a slightly annoyed look. “And again, I am ready to take you all to the movie,” he responded firmly. “And, yes, these are my clothes—you gave them to me.”

The blonde stared at him for the longest time, trying to process what he’d just said. “Yep,” she finally murmured, wide-eyed and pale, “you’ve finally snapped there, Merlin.”

Loki’s lip curled into a snarl. “I have not snapped,” he growled. “I thought we left the “insanity” business behind us some time ago, Brynn.”

“Well, how the heck else am I supposed to explain this?!”

“I just did: You gave these clothes to me.”

“No, I didn’t, Loki!”

“Yes, you did, Brynn.”

“When the hell did I do that?!”

“Well, to be honest, it wasn’t so much an outright gesture as it was a quietly implied transferal.”

Once again, Brynn stared at her guardian, perplexed. “What?”

Sighing in a longsuffering way (once again, just to piss Brynn off further), the god recounted, “A month ago you came walking through the door covered in mud, dressed in this very outfit, mind you. At my suggestion, you put these things in the washer along with a load of my laundry. You did so and promised me that later on when everything was finished, you would come to retrieve your clothes and put them away yourself. You didn’t. Even as I reminded you about them and set them out in the basket in the hallway, you still didn’t. I naturally assumed that that meant you had no desire to keep these clothes any longer.”

It took all of Loki’s considerable willpower to not burst out into outrageous guffaws at the look on his charge’s face in reaction to this explanation. Priceless! If only he’d had a camera! Her blue-gray eyes about the size of dinner plates and her jaw dropped to the sidewalk, Brynn looked quite lost for anything to say. Which was saying something, considering she always seemed to have something to say.

“I… but… you… er… uh…” Brynn fumbled around for a response. It was a next-to-impossible feat, she was so dumbstruck. Finally, she managed to snag onto something: “You’re insane!”

Again that glower came back to Loki’s face. Joking or not, getting the reaction he wanted out of Brynn or not, he did not appreciate being called “insane”. “Crazy” was one thing—he couldn’t very well deny that allegation—but he was not “insane”. “Brynna May,” he growled in warning.

“Loki, if I don’t want clothes anymore, I will put them in a box or bag and let you know so that we can take them to Goodwill or something,” Brynn tried to explain as calmly and rationally as she could. “I’m not gonna give them to you! Silently, verbally, or otherwise!”

“How was I to know that? You did leave them in a laundry basket next to my room.”

Brynn exploded. “YOU ASSHAT, YOU’RE NOT STUPID!!!”

“No, I’m not, but that’s redundant.”

“This entire conversation is redundant!” Brynn shrieked, hands waving wildly around. “Loki, I don’t know what the hell kinda lesson you’re trying to teach me here, but get to the moral already, please! I’m begging you!”

The man shook his head. “There is no lesson, Brynn,” he assured her. “As I’ve stated before, I’m wearing clothes that you gave to me-”

“THEY ARE GIRLS’ CLOTHES!!!”

“And I think they’re utterly adorable.”

“Yeah! On me! They make you look like Ken if he got dressed when he was still half-asleep and put on Barbie’s clothes by accident!”

A radiant smile beamed across Loki’s angular face. “Why, thank you!”

“LOKI!!!”

Cringing at the volume of her screech, the God of Mischief gave his charge a disapproving look. Brynn had a propensity for the over-dramatic, but that didn’t give her an excuse to forget her manners and yell in such a way when she was standing barely a foot in front of him. “Brynna May Hagel,” Loki scolded, “watch your tone. You don’t need to yell—I am standing right here.”

“Oh, believe me, I know!” Brynn huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring back at her guardian. She ran her eyes over him and his unbelievable attire again. “Good god, do I… By. Odin’s. Beard! Didyoushaveyourlegs?!”

Again that bright and maddening grin. “Why, yes, I did!” Loki chirruped, looking down at his long, muscular legs himself. He pivoted around in a rather effeminate way so that Brynn could see his limbs from all sides (almost making Brynn lose her lunch when she got a full view of what his ass looked like in her shorts). “It was an experience, let me tell you,” he remarked. “It took up a lot of time and I wasn’t sure if I should do it, but they looked ghastly otherwise.”

“As opposed to now?” Brynn muttered, shielding her eyes. As much as she adored her guardian—which was saying much because she absolutely loved him to pieces—it made the sixteen-year-old highly uncomfortable to see him in such a state of undress. Or was it more of a… “dressed but very inappropriately” situation? Yes, it was probably that—she’d never had an issue with him walking around in nothing but a pair of pants before.

Loki suddenly looked down at his watch. “Hmm, a quarter to seven,” he murmured. “We’d better hurry if we want to get there in time to get your seats.” With that, the god made to continue his previous trek down the sidewalk toward the vehicle and the rest of Brynn’s friends. (He noticed with some pleasure that they all looked rather dumbstruck and horrified, peeking out at him from behind their hands… except for Maddie. She wasn’t averting her eyes at all. And she looked just a little bit too pleased and dreamy-eyed as she checked him out. Maybe Loki hadn’t completely thought this plan through….)

Brynn suddenly braced her hands against his chest and her feet against the sidewalk, pushing back on him with all her might to make him stop. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” she exclaimed. “Back up! Joke’s over!” She met his brilliant green eyes with her stricken blue-gray ones and shook her head desperately. “You are not going to town dressed like this!”

Loki looked himself over yet again. “What’s wrong with this?”

“‘What’s wrong with this?’!” Brynn repeated incredulously. “Loki, if these clothes fit me in the same way they fit you, you wouldn’t let me out of the house in ‘em—that’s what’s wrong! Loki, your ass is hanging out! Nobody wants to see that!”

“I wanna see that!” Maddie shouted from her spot by the truck.

“SHADDUPMADDIE—NOBODYASKEDYOU!!!” Brynn hollered back, not looking away from Loki. Clasping the front of his shirt—well, her shirt—the girl gazed up into the trickster’s face beseechingly. “Loki, please, I’m your little sister and I love you with all my heart,” she pleaded frantically. “And if you feel the same way about me—if you’ve ever loved me at all, Loki—please put something else on! Please! I’m begging you!”

With that, Loki’s face sobered and the whole air about him grew serious. ‘… if you’ve ever loved me at all…’ how could Brynn even question such a thing or vaguely imply that maybe he didn’t? In fact, the very reason he was willfully wearing her clothes and making a complete imbecile of himself was proof enough that he did, in actuality, love the girl. It also spoke to the fact of just how much he loved her. He certainly wouldn’t have done this for Thor. (Then again, he didn’t have to; he’d already proven his love for his brother by protecting Jane and dying on Svartalfheim—his obligation there was done as far as Loki was concerned.) “Of course, I love you, Brynn,” he murmured. “I love you very, very much—you know that.”

There was actually a slight gleam of tears in Brynn’s blue-gray eyes. “Then why?” she rasped, desperate to understand.

The man sighed heavily. “I believe you’ve already come to the conclusion, as you’ve mentioned it once.”

Brynn thought for a minute, trying to remember what she’d said. “So this is a lesson then,” she responded after a moment. She watched as her guardian nodded in confirmation. “A lesson for what?” she inquired. She still didn’t understand why Loki had done this, why he’d allowed himself to look so hideously ridiculous and foolish, especially in front of company. What could he possibly be trying to teach her? What could be so drastic?

And then it hit her.

“Are you serious?” the teen deadpanned, some of that annoyance rising back up inside her again and burning away the franticness. “Are. You. Fucking. Serious?” She was more emphatic that time around, pounding a fist hard against his chest.

Loki’s face darkened. “Brynna May Hagel,” he rumbled dangerously. “Utter such vile language again, young lady, and you will find yourself spitting soap suds for the rest of the evening. And if you hit me again you will regret it, I assure you.”

Brynn ignored him and continued on. “That’s what this was about: me not putting away my laundry? You almost made me break down crying in desperate humiliation for that?!”

“Actually, I never intended to make you cry,” he confessed, looking a bit guilty, “and if that is the case, I apologize. Perhaps I pushed a bit too far.”

“Ya think?” Brynn snapped, shoving away from him and forcefully perching her fists on her hips. She glared hotly at him.

“But the lesson wasn’t so much about you not putting away your laundry,” the god informed her, choosing for the moment to let her tone go rather than reprimand her for it. That would only lead to an argument they didn’t have time for. “It was more about you not putting it away after you had given me your word that you would.” A scolding expression came onto Loki’s face as he said that.

The teen squirmed slightly under that gaze, some guilt springing up through that annoyance. Okay, he had a point—Brynn had to admit that. She remembered now and she had promised that she would put her clothes away, but then other stuff had happened and it had slipped her mind a few times, and… well it was laundry! Whether it was a full basket of clothing or a pair of socks, who wanted to put away laundry? Still, she had said that she would. But that didn’t mean he had to go around wearing her things in front of her friends, completely intent on actually wearing them out in public just to teach her a lesson about responsibility and keeping her word! “Ya couldn’t’ve just talked to me about it?” she growled, her face turning red again.

Loki pursed his lips in contemplation a bit, his eyes rolling skyward as if the heavens would somehow help him consider her question more thoroughly. “I could have,” he admitted after a minute or two. Then he looked back at the girl, smirking devilishly. “But where would have been the fun in that? This way I got to watch you go into a classic tizzy.”

Brynn grabbed at her head, fisting her hands in her hair as if to rip it all out. Screwing her eyes shut she threw her head back and released a frustrated roar through clenched teeth. She stomped her foot. “God! You are such an ass!” she fumed. Honestly! How the hell could someone be this exasperating?! One thing was for sure: it definitely spoke to Loki’s superhuman-ness, because no human could be this irritating—it wasn’t possible. If he wasn’t careful, the man really was going to make her pull all her hair out!

“True,” Loki conceded good-naturedly, arching an eyebrow. “But are you going to shirk off a responsibility again? Are you going to treat your word as if it means nothing again?”

Releasing her curly, blonde tresses, the girl let her hands fall limply to her sides and hung her head so that her hair hid her flushed cheeks. “No…” she muttered just loudly enough for the god to hear.

“Then my plan succeeded and my being an ass was well warranted.”

“Yeah, keep tellin’ yourself that, Viking Boy.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

Brynn couldn’t help the slight smirk that curled her mouth. She shook her head. This man—this god… how she’d managed to deserve his presence in her life she still wasn’t completely sure—nor was she sure she really wanted it sometimes—but here he was, and she couldn’t imagine it any other way anymore. Whether he was being stern and protective or sweet and loving or just being a total douchebag like tonight, he was there with her. For her. And, whether she liked or wanted it or not, Brynn wouldn’t have it any other way. She really wouldn’t.

“Seriously though, Loks,” she said after a moment, becoming all serious business as she looked him over yet again, “can you please change into something that won’t give people heart attacks?”

Rather surprisingly, a look of utter relief came over the Asgardian’s face at this request. “Gladly,” he sighed. With a gleaming blur of a flash, Loki’s clothes had instantaneously changed from his hideous, stolen get-up into one that was much more pleasing and fitting for him: black slacks, a green v-neck, and a dark gray blazer. The god shifted around, swinging his arms a bit and rolling his shoulders and neck, a look of pleasure on his face. A soft utter of, “Thank Odin,” fell from his lips.

Striding out yet again, Loki wrapped an arm around his charge’s shoulders, turning her around and leading her back down the sidewalk toward the others. “Your clothes are horrendously uncomfortable,” he told her.

Smirking, Brynn looped an arm around the man’s waist, matching her strides to his as best she could. (It wasn’t as easy as it sounds, as he had very long legs.) “Well, for one, they’re my size and are meant to fit me,” she retorted. “They definitely weren’t designed and made with Asgardian chaos gods in mind.”

Loki chuckled as he smoothed a hand over her hair. “No, I suppose not,” he agreed.

Brynn gazed up at him. “I’ll put ‘em away when we get home after the movie,” she said, face sincere. “I promise.”

Her guardian nodded. “Of course, you will,” he replied. “They’re back in the basket waiting for you. And on the off chance you won’t put them away—and I’m sure that you will—I’ve charmed them to scream bloody murder at you every time you walk by the basket until you’ve dealt with them.”

Brynn raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t that seem a tad bit overdramatic?”

That brought on a mocking sneer from the god. “It would seem they take after their mistress.”

The girl gasped incredulously. Had he seriously just called her overdramatic?! “Uh! Pft! Tsh! Huh! Ha! Excuse you?!” she yelped, offended by the insinuation. “I am not overdramatic!”

“Says the girl who nearly broke down into tears over a prank not two minutes ago.”

“Did you see what you looked like in that outfit? Hulk would have cried!”

“Perhaps, but it still wouldn’t have been as hard as you would have.” He leered down at her and snickered mischievously, “Crybaby.”

“Jerkface.”

“Drama queen.”

“Bite me.”

“Where would you like me to?”

Brynn’s gaze darkened and narrowed into a glower. “I hate you,” she rumbled.

Loki gazed fondly back at her. “I hate you too,” he returned lovingly.

The girl reached up and playfully smacked his cheek. “I hate you more.” A slight smile was starting to fade onto her face.

The god slipped a hand down and swatted her hip. “But I hate you most.”

“That’s what you think, big brother.”

“That’s what I know, little sister.”

Bonus Ending: Did they make it to the movie in time?

With a squeal of tires on pavement, the champagne gold Dodge Ram drifted gracefully into a parallel parking space outside of The Sun Theater in Dalton. Moviegoers who were still filing into the building all stopped and stared as the doors of the truck opened and five teenagers and a tall, dark-haired, green-eyed man exited the vehicle.

Four of the teens—the two boys and two of the girls—were white as sheets and trembling so badly they could hardly walk: One of the boys even threw himself down on the ground and began to hug and kiss it. The man, however, was smiling in a rather self-pleased way. The fifth teen—a blonde girl who looked much more composed than the others though she still looked abnormally pale and appeared to be shaking as well—merely turned to her friends and said a bit numbly, “See? Tol’ja he’d get us here in time.”

Just then the wail of sirens was heard, and a second later, several police vehicles squealed around the corner and peeled down the street towards the cinema, lights flashing.

Looking slightly alarmed by this, the black-haired man quickly turned his eyes to the truck they’d all just come out of. The truck suddenly changed colors from gold to gray. The license plates seemed to have changed as well. Then, the man grabbed the blonde girl by the hand and began quickly tugging her along toward the theater doors. “Come on, kids,” he called back over his shoulder as the police drew closer, but didn’t seem to have any inclination of slowing down. “Come on now.”

The police cruisers blew right past the theater. They didn’t even look back.

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If it's okay can I please ask for Loki Beelzebub and Poseidon but how are they react to meeting Kianna's older brother Subaru

In her backstory she actually left Subaru alive since he helped her and they see each other as siblings

Meeting Subaru and Yui (Sibs of S/O)

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Loki, Beelzebub, and Poseidon Name: Meeting Subaru and Yui (Sibs of S/O) Requester: @nunezs-stuff

A/N: Much like with my past work, if you want to find some more information on this ‘Kianna’, you can go to the requester’s account and read all about her OC. Here, Yui is technically alive, since this is set after the events of the story, so they’re all dead and in Valhalla.

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🐍 Loki has a smaller family when it comes to the Godly-standards, he has Odin as his uncle and Thor as his cousin. While in Pantheons such as the Greek, there were four brothers with one being married and having three kids, Zeus’ blood and non, and there was Kronos and Rhea

🐍 So, when he officially met you, he wasn’t very surprised to hear about you having a sister and brother. In fact, Loki basically begged for you to introduce them to his own family

🐍 It took many different tries on his part to actually get you to consider bringing in your siblings in for a visit, but when you told him you gave in and were bringing the two in for a reunion of the Norse Pantheon

🐍 Looking back at the two behind you, you noticed that Yui smiled as she adjusted the collar around her kimono as Subaru adjusted the bow holding his outfit together, and once they gave you their respective nods, you began to walk ahead and opened the doors to the Norse Pantheon’s estate

🐍 Loki was getting bored floating around and pranking his fellow Deities, it just wasn’t the same without his amazing S/O alongside him

" Loki? Are you around? "

🐍 Opening his eyes and turning upside down from the tree branch, Loki looked around for the beautiful eyes of his S/O, only to be immediately met with the sight of mismatching red and pink eyes

" Woah! Watch where ya’ hang there. " " Y/N? " " Hello there, Loki. "

🐍 Okay, this guy was so confused right now…

🐍 Once he caught sight of you, your boyfriend wrapped himself around you from behind, slightly glaring at the man and woman, blissfully unaware of who they were to you

" Loki, meet Subaru and Yui, my ‘adoptive’ brother and my sister. " " Oh… my bad. " " Meh, I’ve had worse reactions than that. Note; don’t go to a church as a vampire, doesn’t end well. " " Yeah. Besides, we understand, you’ve never met us until now, so it’s understandable why you’re weary of us. "

🐍 Loki’s eyes slightly widened at how loose they seemed, while you normally were more tightly bound with superiority issues

🐍 As Yui held out her hand, the calls of Odin’s bird, Huginn and Muninn echoed in your ears, alerting both you and Loki that Odin and Thor were ready to meet your siblings, just to make sure they were alright to visit again

🪰 He was surprised that this curse has allowed him to even be around you and care for you, nonetheless even come into a full-on relationship filled with love around you without you being harmed

🪰 When you had admitted that you had a couple people you wanted him to meet, Beelzebub was put off, since for many years, he grew up with this curse and because of it, never really had anyone before you and Hades

🪰 Holding your hand tightly, Beelzebub looked down at you and sighed, knowing that you would provide your dearest God with any kind of comfort or space if he needed it

" Are you ready, Beel? " " I suppose… " " Open the doors for my siblings! "

🪰 As the guards of the estate opened the doors in fear of your rage, you noticed the feeling of Beelzebub’s grip on your hand tighten as the doors creaked open further and further until the sight of a tall man and shorter woman were shown

🪰 Smiling gently at the duo, you lightly pulled your boyfriend with you to great your guests, or rather, your family

🪰 Yui looked at your boyfriend and back at you with confusion before Subaru cocked an eyebrow and practically glared at Beelzebub, not fearing that he was a God set to participate in the upcoming event of Ragnarok in a few days

" Ah! My apologies, you must be Y/N’s boyfriend. I’m Yui, Y/N’s older sister. And this is- " " Subaru, their ‘adoptive’ older brother. "

🪰 You sighed as Subaru kept his stern look on your boyfriend, his form not shaking or anything as the Lord of the Flies just stared back without any emotion inside his black eyes

🪰 Gripping his hand tighter and making him slightly flinch at your surprisingly strong grip, Beelzebub lowered his guard slightly, just enough to notify Subaru that he were not going to harm you or Yui

" Would you guys like a tour around the estate? " " That would be amazing, little sibling! "

🪰 Despite the fact that Subaru was still burning holes into the head of the man you were holding hands with, you understood that Subaru was only trying to protect you from harm, and you knew it was fruitless. Beelzebub loved you, even the Gods you have met said so, and they hate mentioning stuff like that

🔱 Poseidon didn’t even like having to see his own family, nonetheless seeing someone else’s, it just made him feel slightly awkward. But, he could also say he was annoyed, he isn’t fond of social events, preferring to spend most time to himself

🔱 He sat down at the small table on your bedroom’s balcony and heard as the front doors opened with a loud drag from their sheer mass and size

🔱 Just at that moment, you knocked on the door and walked inside your room, alerting your soon-to-be husband that you were going to tell him who had come by for a visit, and whether it was for him or you

" Poseidon, my love, it seems we both have guests. " " And who, perhaps, are these guests? " " They are my two siblings, Yui and Subaru. "

🔱 Poseidon knew that you had siblings, as during one of your first dates years ago, you and him spoke about your family relationships, so parents, siblings, everything like that

🔱 Looking from the dark and colorful ocean to you, the God of the Seas sighed mentally, speaking to some random people was something that he did not want to participate in that day. He specifically scheduled no meetings for said reason

🔱 But, no matter, as long as they don’t try testing his patience, he can hold himself back for you

🔱 Holding out his arm, you wrapped your arms through his and began to walk down to the main room to meet up with the two siblings you hadn’t spoken to for the few months you have lived with your lover

" My dear siblings, to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence? " " Y/N! You haven’t spoken to us in months! What do you have to say for yourself? " " First of all, thank you for the gracious hello back. Second, I would like to introduce you to my fiancé, the Greek God of the Seas and the third-born son of Cronus and Rhea, Poseidon. "

🔱 Yui’s eyes widened and the man beside you could sense her aura slightly depleted in fear, but, he could also tell that the man beside her aura had enlarged with protectiveness

" P-P-Poseidon?! Oh my! I’m so sorry for the rude introduction! I am Yui, your lovely to-be older sister, and this is Subaru, our older ‘adoptive’ brother. " " Pleasure. "

🔱 You looked into your to-be’s ocean-blue eyes and slightly pinched his arm, making him look into your eyes with shock hidden underneath a layer of emptiness glossing his form

🔱 Subaru groaned and had to hold Yui back from running over and hugging Poseidon and you, since he knew that the God of the Seas was one with very little love for physical touch

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psychospore · 1 year

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Private Tutor

Sorry lovelies! I've been really busy and sick for some time but here's a quick Sunday smut for y'all.

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Pairing: Prince!Loki x BratPrincess!OC

Warnings: smut, 18+, minors DNI, borderline incest - not really they're not biological and they didn't grow together, sex - p on v , m receiving, f receiving, brat!oc

Technically, you are Thor's biological younger sister. Loki is your adoptive brother that Odin took in before you were born. Since birth, you were raised away from Asgard and along with the witches your mother entrusted you with. Their constant praises and doting evidently turned you into a brat. Now that you've come of age, you return to Asgard and an unwanted sexual tension builds up between you and Loki with your constant bickering.

"Your highness, I told the princess that she was not allowed in your room but she was persistent" the guards trailed behind Loki as he walked hurriedly to his room. It was evening and he had just arrived from his princely duties. He was already exhausted and now he is fuming.

He tried best not to get attracted to you but the more you show your bratty side, the more it compels him to dominate over you.

He wants to pin you down and make you beg for release as he kiss your lips raw, the same lips that continually spew insults and commands to everyone.

Before you entered you commanded all the guards to leave. They might paint the wrong picture if you ended up screaming to that brat. Undeniably, a pang of excitement hit you as you came to the realization that you are in his room.

He took a deep breath as he opened the door. A waft of your scent hits his nostrils right away. He saw you in your thin nighties barely covering anything, reading a spell book face down in his bed. Your soft skin glistened against the light of his room.

He saw your thick cotton robe lying on the floor and he picked it up, "what are you doing in my room?" He asked, scanning you up and down.

"I got bored. I heard you got a lot of spell books here so I invited myself," you smugly answered.

Loki's patience was running thin but he tried to keep is composure, "you could just bring the book to your room to read,"

"that won't be fun. Besides, is it so bad that I want to spend some time with my other brother while Thor is away?" You teasingly responded, shifting you position to sit on the edge of the bed.

"y/n, please spare me the teasing for tonight. I am exhausted. You could read here for a while but once I'm out of my bath I want you out as well."

You pout as Loki heads to the bath, ignoring your teasing. In reality, Loki had to release himself after seeing you there in his bed. He was laying in the bath, the warm water relaxing his aching muscles. Only the dim flickering lights to accompany him in the large bath.

He threw his head back as he palms himself to the thought of you. Slow and steady strokes as he imagines you coming undone to his cock. He knows it's wrong but he can't help himself.

He was barely awake and did not notice you strip and slowly joined him to the bath. You noticed he was stroking himself as he murmurs your name.

You flicked his hand away and replaced it both of your own to stroke his cock. He was enormous and you wondered if that could ever fit you. Loki was moaning - was he dreaming?

You were looking at him and his face seemed calm, his arms were outstretched on either side of the bath. You were still admiring his sharp features against the flickering light when you felt a sharp tug against your hair guiding you straight to his cock underwater.

You almost gagged, realizing that you are balls deep on your brother's cock. He bobs your head up and down as he bucks his hips in response. You flailed under the water and Loki released your hair so you could face him properly.

Your hair was a mess and your breasts were peeking from the water, "what in Hel was that?" you complained.

"I believe I told you to stay in the room, and yet here you are - hungry for your own brother's cock"

"I heard you say my name as you stroke yourself. Father won't be so pleased to hear that you're lusting over your sister"

"Should we recall how you commanded the guards to let you in my room in your thin night gown? Or how you followed me here in my personal bath alone, dear sister? I don't think Allfather would be pleased to hear that too"

You bit your lower lip in frustration. "You suck as an older brother" as you slumped beside him pouting.

"I do " he purrs in your ear as he moves closer behind you, his erect cock grazing your bare ass. "But now that you're here, I'd like to make this fun for both of us - a bonding moment"

He proceeds to lightly circle your clit with his right hand and play with your breast with his left. You let out a pathetic whimper when he started kissing the crook of your neck too.

"should I keep going, princess?" He asked as he stopped all his movement.

"Don't stop" you whined.

Your legs were starting to get shaky but Loki lifts your body up to sit you on the edge of the bath. He marvels as he spreads your legs in front of him. "Stop staring at it too much, it's embarrassing" your face was red.

"I'll stare at it and worship it as much as I want, princess" before you can complain, Loki moves to lick your folds, a jolt of electricity running throughout your body as his nose comes in contact with your aching clit. You were already sopping wet as he inserted two of his fingers inside. "My, my - you're already so warm and wet. So needy"

"Stop teasing me - aaahhh" complains falling to deaf ears as your whole body rocked while he pistoned his fingers inside you. You grabbed Loki closer as your toes curled up to an orgasmic release. Loki helped you ride out the wave as your whole body shuddered.

He guided you to his throbbing member. Using both hands to stroke and your plump lips to suck him out. Your eyes watered from taking in his huge cock but he seemed to enjoy the pleasure he's getting from you. You were sex-drunk at this point to complain.

You go deeper and deeper into him as he bucks his hips against your face. "What a pretty princess you are - so filthy for me" he moans as he shoots his loads into your mouth which you swallowed until the last drop.

He flips you over so he could take you from behind, your arms grab the edge of the bath to support you. He teasingly rubs his cock to your folds and you try to buck your ass back so you can feel him.

He gives it to you - slowly pushing inside you as you adjust to his size. Your walls clenching him in. He thrusted out, only leaving the tip inside before thrusting back inside. Building the speed overtime - your moans and groans echoed inside the bath.

Not satisfied, Loki lifts one of your legs up to grind deeper into you. Your whole body was shaking and it was so good. You felt another wave of orgasm creeping up and before you could warn Loki, it flooded inside you. Your warm release coated Loki's member which triggered his own climax soon after. White seed shoot out to your back as he pulls out just in time.

You were both sweaty, and panting for breath.

"Maybe I should visit your room often now" you moaned

"Definitely not. Stop being a brat, y/n" Loki answered.

"Being a brat led me to having sex with my brother so I think I'll keep on being one. Consider this a private tutoring and no one will bat an eye once they know I'm learning from the best magic casters in Asgard" you beamed.

"This is not happening again. I think we both should forget this"

"I don't think so, I love you Loki" you seductively teased him and you felt his growing member as you fiddle it on your fingers. You close in to kiss him passionately as you straddle on top of him.

"Such a brat" he breathily responds.

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hyperactivewhore · 13 days

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Hey! I hope your having a wonderful day <3

I was curious to see how you feel about those stories where the OC is significantly more powerful than the Mikaelson Family? Like the ones where people just add the OC as a Scarlet Witch. I honestly don’t think any of the Mikaelsons would react very well to having someone significantly more powerful than them in their vicinity. As shown in quite a few episodes. Let alone one of them being romantically involved.

Hi! I'm fine, how about you?

I'm not gonna lie, these kind of stories are hard to read most of the time, especially because the powers these ocs have are practically never executed well. Why do they have that magic, who gave it to them, how do they even manage to live having that much amount of power? If people are so desperate to have their ocs be the next Wanda Maximoff, at least try better. Make their parents a god or goddess, perhaps both, someone like Thor, Loki, Freyja, especially considering the Mikaelson worshipped the Norse deities.

I honestly don't see any of them reacting well at all, especially Klaus and Kol. For a thousand years, they believed themselves to be the most strongest beings on earth and often were proud of it, knowing it meant they were "untouchable" and the few who dared to go after them were easily dealt with (excluding Mikael). We've all seen how they reacted to their parents, Bonnie, Dahlia, Inadu, Lucien, and all the people who came close to killing them, so imagining them having to deal with someone who is in Wanda level, who can warp reality and create life from nothing would be an interesting dynamic.

Trying to kill this kind of ooc would nearly be impossible, but knowing how prideful the Mikaelson are this would not stop them at all. I can see Elijah trying to negotiate some kind of truce should the need arise, and I can easily see as well Klaus and Kol trying to seduce her/him to put themselves in their good side if they've run out of chances, but this would likely be the last option considering how much it would eat them inside to have to "yield" to someone who tried killing them/is more powerful than them.

However, Kol was also absolutely terrified of Silas, to the point where he tried to kill his sister to stop her from waking him up, so it's hard to determine with him. It's very likely in my opinion, that he sided with this ooc if he got something from it, some sort of protection or escape from his family - but this alliance would prove to be very short, as all the Mikaelson are cockroaches who can never be truly away from each other.

Rebekah, on the other hand, is a hard guess for me too, considering how short her time on both shows was. Someone more powerful than her family, than her brother, who often abused her? Depending on which Rebekah we're talking about, I can see her trying to charm her way into this ooc's heart to have a defense against Klaus. But TO Rebekah would without a doubt stand with her family against anyone.

Any Mikaelson falling in love with this person, however, is unlikely to happen in my opinion. As I said before, I can see them - all of them, to be honest - making this person fall in love with them to have her/him "under control" or to have a secret weapon, but love is a very different thing from manipulation or lust. I can easily see them developing a toxic relationship that lasts through centuries if they do happen to fall in love, and being some sort of "frenemies" with the Mikaelson, but all of this is hypothetical, of course.

Thanks for the ask!

#klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #the originals #the vampire diaries #legacies #tvd #to #inadu #dahlia tvd #bonnie bennett #mikael mikaelson #esther mikaelson #lucien castle

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mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

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Sing a Little Song For Me

Photo not mine

Part 3 of the drabble set, still in no particular order

Warnings: Capture, Canon levels of violence, threats to an animal even though the animal can and will body people, threats of bodily harm, Quaritch is still a warning, mentions of past violence

Pairing: Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi/Avatar named reader/oc Still no true descriptors

Rating: 18+

Words: 2.3k+

"Toruk Makto!" A voice called out as I circled over the Seadragon, calling my attention to the figure who was standing on the main deck and waving for my attention. A human-dressed Na'vi figure, more accurately.

"What?" I called back, letting Thor swoop low but fast, not wanting either of us to get shot.

"Boss wants a word!" The man yelled back before we were high up again, turning to make another pass "Says it's important!"

"Who's your boss?" I called just before Thor was going high again, taking us out of range as we circled around the whole ship.

"You'll just have to come see!"

"What if I just leave? Nothing is stopping me from just flying away!"

"If you try it, we'll shoot a tracker in your bird and hunt you down!" I frowned at the impossible situation, knowing that he wasn't bluffing, and them hunting me down meant that I'd be in way more trouble than I was in that moment. A man hunt meant collateral damage.

I frowned as I stared at the man wordlessly, making Thor circle higher, not swooping down to exchange words "Jake." I pressed into the radio around my neck, hoping that he could still hear me.

"Ani? What is it?" He asked, already alarmed since I was using names instead of codes.

"I'm being captured by the Recoms. They've got a ship, and it's crawling with soldiers."

"Where are you? We'll come get you." I could already hear him moving, imagining the alarm he was raising with the others.

"No, it'll only end badly." I frowned up at the open sky, closing my eyes so that I didn't get blinded "There's no way out of this for me, Jake. I just wanted to give you a heads up of what's on the way. Figured I could do that at least." I admitted softly.

"Sister, just tell me where you are, and I'll come get you." His voice cracked as he begged for the information.

"Love you, little brother. Give a kiss to the kids for me. Iron Sky going dark." I opened my eyes as I looked back down at the ship, at the Recom who was still standing patiently on the deck, arms crossed over his chest, a sniper standing beside him already sighted in.

"No! Ani! Just te--" I took off the radio and the ear piece, throwing them into the ocean before letting Thor get closer to the ship.

"If I come in, will y'all shoot us?" I asked on autopilot, my eyes fixed on the sniper like she was a poorly camouflaged viper.

"No! Scout's honor!"

"Fine, I'm coming in!" Thor hated the idea to his very core, pulling away from our circling so that he could get a good angle at the main deck, slowing at the last second with powerful wingbeats and a mighty roar, letting me stand on his shoulders as he set down carefully, playing up the wild beast belief the humans had of his kind with more roaring. I stood on his shoulders for a few moments longer, looking over the twitchy soldiers and the bald Recom who was waiting patiently with an amused smile on his face. I was slow to jump from his shoulders, landing lightly before disconnecting our kuru and letting him fly away with another bone rattling roar. "So, now what?" I asked while taking my bow off my back and handing it to him as carefully as possible so that no one got cut by the arrowheads.

"Now," He appraised the bow with reverence before handing it off the a soldier who carried it like it was simultaneously made of glass and a bomb "I cuff you to ensure crew safety. Knife please." I handed it to him hilt first without complaint, even handing him the small one I kept on my left calf before offering my wrists. I growled darkly at the approaching humans as the Recom cuffed me with quick movements, his grip careful like he was ordered to not hurt me, though he did chuckle softly as sailors jumped away from us quickly. I flashed a toothy grin as I dropped my ears back, leaning into the rumors that I was batshit crazy "Come on, cupcake. Time to see the Colonel." He shook his head at my antics but his smile remained, even as he took me by the bicep and began leading me up tight stairwells and hallways. My heart beat loudly in my ears, already knowing who he was referring to but not wanting to acknowledge it until I absolutely had to.

"So who had to die for you all to get access to this rig?" I asked as I memorized the path, locking onto every little identifying feature because there were so few.

He scoffed and ducked low through a doorway "No one, cupcake."

We entered what looked like the bridge, the view was definitely the best, matched with large windows that let every possible ounce of sunlight in, a large projection table in the middle of the room that was flanked by watching eyes "Mom!" Broke the tense silence as movement flashed from the other side of the table, Spider hopping around other humans as quickly as he could manage.

It felt like my heart was soaring as I crashed to my knees, not caring that I was crying in front of the enemy as he barreled into me, arms latching around my shoulders as his head tried to disappear in my hair "Spider, oh my Spider! Thank Eywa that you are safe!" I sniffled as I hugged him as best as I could with bound hands, closing my eyes to the overwhelming relief as the tears continued to pour in earnest. "Have they hurt you, my son? Have any of them done you harm?" I pulled away enough to cup his face in my hands, giving him a once over for any bumps and bruises.

He shook his head, beaming a happy smile as his own tears fell down his cheeks "No, Ma. Dad won't let them." He sniffed, looking over his shoulder to the Recom that I hadn't noticed, leaning casually against the holo-table with his arms folded over his chest, a gleam in his eyes that set me on edge in funny ways. It was hard to look away from the familiar features, the set of his brow, the scowl, the way he wore his gun even. All of it made fear flood my veins and my thigh ache through the bone. I shifted so that Spider was angled in such a way that I could quickly put myself between he and the demon, every ounce of my focus on him and only him.

When he noticed my staring he stood as tall and straight as he could in the human dimensioned bridge, a lavender tint to the bridge of his nose "I see you, Ani of the Omaticaya, Rider of Last Shadow, Mother of my son." He made the motion as he spoke, bowing ever so slightly from the waist as he spoke, his use of the language still shaky, but it was good. He looked to Spider as though asking how he did, what he needed to correct, but Spider's smile widened as he nodded enthusiastically. I blinked in shock at the behavior for a split second, that old computer error noise practically screaming in my ears as my brain refused to process it all.

I decided to pay him in kind, curious to how he would react as I stood, one of my hands on Spider's shoulder until I began speaking, making the motion and inclining my head politely "I see you, Colonel Quaritch of the Sky People, Father of my son." I didn't miss how Spider looked between the two of us, smiling as though you'd just told him he'd won the lottery, neither of us missing how Quaritch's blush moved into more of a lilac tone, neither of us saying anything about it. "So, Quaritch, you wanted to talk shop, so talk." I invited firmly with little more preamble, braiding some of Spider's locks while he was still there in front of me, needing to do something with my hands.

Quaritch shifted with a frown, crossing his arms over his chest again "Let me start this rodeo by saying that I know you're not going to give up the Sullys. I know it'd be a... messy waste of time for both of us, if I asked." He looked at me in that knowing way, though from the Recom body it didn't look nearly as threatening or malicious. "So, I'd like you to teach me and the others how to survive out there in the water. Teach us how to appeal to the People." There was a record scratch in my head as I blinked up at the man, wondering what sort of trap he was preparing for me if I agreed, what he'd do to me if I didn't. "I'm not gonna hurt ya if you refuse, Ani. Stop lookin' at me like that." He sighed, shaking his head and waving my concerns, though I was almost sure I was hallucinating the shine of remorse in his eyes that lasted for a split second.

I sniffed as I squared up, not fully believing his assurances, remembering the past "Why should I believe you?" My voice was firm and unwavering around my words as I studied him, watched every little movement he made. I was sure I could still get off the ship while bound. "You once put a knife through my thigh when I wouldn't defect. I still hear your laughter in my nightmares." Ok, maybe that was a little too much information.

The remorse was back as he held up his hands in placation "I'm not that man." He swore earnestly with his head down in submission. I cocked my head to the side as I studied him in a much newer light.

"He's not, Ma. He's a lot nicer now." Spider nodded as he looked up at me, hope shining in his eyes.

"This isn't The Parent Trap, kid." I reminded him, remembering that gleam from every single iteration of the movie.

"Please Mom!" He begged, pouting up at me as though he had no shame. There again, he was trying to set up his parents, of course he had no shame.

I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose, cursing softly under my breath, before I was pointing at Quaritch, fixing him with a frustrated glare "I will teach, but the moment you act like that murderous old monster I will not teach another thing!" I swore as firmly as I could, trying to impress my seriousness upon him.

He perked up instantly, eyes shining and ears trained on me like my word was gospel "Fair enough." He nodded with a croon to his tone. I hated that the audiophile in me was enjoying his voice. I hated that there was something to him that instantly put me at ease. "Where to?" He asked, still smiling, eyes still bright, still radiating excitement.

"Pull us in to the nearest uninhabited island. There, I will see if your insanity can be cured." I stared up at him defiantly as I hit him with the line that Mo'at had once hit Jake and I with, the one that had started so much.

"I've got a quota to fill! Not ferry you lot 'round for some heathen mumbo jumbo!" A human interjected angrily, smelling like a shit stack and looking like one too.

Quaritch changed immediately when he turned his attention to the man, still smiling but the previous light had gone out. His ears dropped and it was as though the temperature of the bridge had dropped with them, but I didn't get the sense of being in any danger even still. At least not from him. "You heard the woman, Captain. We have an island to be at." His voice was cold though still jovial, a bone chilling mix as the human visibly gulped.

"I'm not taking orders from some woman, Colonel. I don't care if she's the President of the United Bloody States!" He pressed on despite his fear, and I couldn't decide whether he was just that stupid or that brave, but my money was on stupid as he puffed up his chest to the large Recom.

Quaritch's ears pinned to his head as he closed the space between the Captain and himself, the ferality of his smile dialed up to unprecedented levels but still I did not feel like I was in danger, and it seemed like Spider was of the same mind, just watching the interaction with hard eyes and a carefully aimed scowl at the Captain. "Any orders that come from her, come from me. Do we have an understanding?" He got in the man's space as he leaned down, his voice quiet despite the unconcealed anger in his tone.

There was a tense moment where no one on the bridge seemed to breathe, all of us just watching the interaction, helpless to interject or intervene. "Alright." The Captain finally nodded after a minute, deflating and no longer meeting the Colonel's eyes.

"Good." Quaritch praised with a nod, standing back to his nearly full height, glancing at Spider and I with an apologetic smile. "Give me your hands." He held out one of his own while he waited for me to comply, his fingers relaxed. I obeyed, staring him in the eyes the entire time, and action he reciprocated as he deactivated the cuffs. I was quick to snatch my hands back when they were free, not entirely trusting that he wouldn't bind me some other way if I left them out too long. He smiled tightly, trying to act like my distrust meant nothing to him "I'll show ya around."

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #Miles Quaritch x oc #na'vi reader #lyle wainfleet #jake sully #enemies to lovers #soulmates

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dogtoling · 11 months

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Do you got any goobers that aren't inklings or octos?

I'm assuming cuttlefish and bobtails don't count for this one. I do have many OCs that aren't inkfish, but pretty much all of them so far are side characters. It's more difficult to create in-depth characters out of non-Inklings due to the COMPLETE LACK of worldbuilding and any other building Splatoon has for like, every species, we don't know how many species lifespans or societies or languages or anything works. Or like how many species are out there with hundreds of eggs per clutch and how are those kids raised? Et cetera. But I'll add some of them to this post.

Al, a fuzzy Nautilus and Poppy's (Peppermint's younger sister) boyfriend, as of very recent

Finston, a Salmonid who grew up in Inkopolis raised by squid, and his adopted son Kiddo who got stranded in Inkopolis during the Wahoo World Big Run. He plays in a reggae band with some of my other OCs and comes up with random species of fish to introduce himself as when people ask about his species.

(Boy is also part of this group. he has like 3 different music careers going on at the same time.)

The Flavorful Chef of Whitefish Dam, Master of Seasoning, a Salmonid who owns a small restaurant in the Splatlands selling grilled salmon. The squids call her "Chef" for short because ain't no one gonna remember that. She was Peppermint's boss for a while.

Kala, a goldband fusilier that is Poppy's friend from middle school, and a huge photography nut

Dell, a yellowfin pufferfish working at Sweet Beak Bakery (YOU WON'T GET POISONED UNLESS YOU TRY TO EAT THEM FOR SOME REASON PLEASE DONT.) They have anxiety.

Tali, a whitetip reef shark and the producer of Deep Sea Dead Zone's first album, they made so much profit off of it that they were able to start their own production studio.

Thor, a black long-spine urchin and a tattoo artist, he's made Boy's, Peppermint's and Amber's tattoos.

Prawnette, a humpback prawn and graphic designer/artist. Squid Squad stan as well.

I have some more but here's these guys at least, I'd like to do more with them!

#mailbox #dodo ocs

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11queensupreme11 · 6 months

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Come up with 13 fighters from the Gods' side and 13 fighters from the humans. You're only allowed 2 repeated fighters. [This time, add more goddess representation.] ~ ^(ФωФ)^

13 god fighters:

hera (i just wanna see her fight, this bitch is CRAZY, i know she'd totally win her round)

bastet, egyptian goddess of cats (i picked her because i like cats)

hel, norse goddess of helheim (i like her in the thor: ragnarok movie)

cheuksin, korean toilet goddess, yes you heard me right

yal-un eke, mongolian goddess of fire (she just sounds cool)

baba yaga (not actually a goddess, but a slavic folklore character, but if ror can have to ocs, then i can do this!)

manislat, phillipine goddess of broken homes (she's a crazy bitch that thrives on broken homes and gets pissed whenever ppl are happy 💀, probably hates child protective services? or maybe doesn't cuz they kinda suck too)

yudi or jade emperor, the chinese god of heaven

batara sambu, indonesian god of teachers (i would pit him against an american simply because he would be pissed at the low wages teachers have there)

enlil, mesopotamian god of wind, air, earth, and storms

raijin, japanese god of thunder and lightning

maui, hawaiian demigod (picked him cuz of the disney movie moana)

dievas, lithuanian god of light, sky, prosperity, wealth, ruler of gods, creator deity

13 human fighters:

christopher columbus (solely because i know he'd get absolutely wrecked and i would enjoy every second of it)

marilyn monroe (idk who she would fight, but she would win!!!)

cleopatra

elizabeth bathory (yes the psycho)

joan of arc

martin luther king jr (he would make a GREAT speech before beating the shit outta his opponent)

anne boleyn (not only will she win, but henry viii would become public enemy #1!!!)

karl marx (communism 😈)

sigmund freud (lets be honest, the gods are incestuous so he'd have a blast diagnosing them with oedipus complex/electra complex. this is his wet dream come to life!)

freddie oversteen (lured and killed nazis with her big sister!!!)

julius caesar (watch him get stabbed again LMAOOOO)

sappho (she will win by rizzing up her female opponent through the power of romantic poetry and they both will live happily ever after, the end 💖)

king arthur pendragon (he's in shrek, lol)

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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One time what is it like when auntie hella babysits her neices and nephews at the rogers household and the kids are well behaved . And end of the day they all sleep on the sofa or their beds and hella asleep on the couch?

"I'm surprised Hela wanted to watch the kids,"

Y/N was too, but not as much as Steve. She knew her sister had grown fond of their children since the day they were introduced to her. Y/N told them all about her (well, maybe not everything) and how she was going to live with them for a while. They seemed okay with it, especially little A.J. For some reason, he grew the closest to Hela. Perhaps he saw something in her that no one else did.

"Well, she really enjoys their company," Y/N stated as they parked in front of their home. "Better her than Loki or Thor, if we're being honest."

"Remember when we came home and found A.J. and Nat tied up and Daisy on the roof?"

"Can't believe they taught her how to fly. How?!"

They snuck inside, not wanting to make too much noise if the kids were already in bed. They were asleep, but they certainly weren't in bed. The television was still on, a random cartoon playing, while toys were scattered all over the floor along with the girls. Y/N stifled a giggle upon seeing Daisy and Nat passed out in different areas of the living room. Daisy was drooling over a half-finished page of her coloring book while Nat was snuggling her Winnie the Pooh plushie.

"Looks like they had a fun night," Steve whispered as he quietly went over to pick Nat up and take her to her room.

Y/N could only hum in agreement, now invested in the sight of Hela sleeping on the sofa. A.J. was right there with her, snuggled up next to her. Y/N sighed fondly as she waved her hand over them. A blanket appeared that she draped over the pair. She gave them one more smile before going over to pick Daisy up.

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yelenasdiary · 2 months

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Forbidden Character Index

Here's a list of the characters that are either mentioned within the series or have a small part. It also includes their job (if any) and/or their relationship.

Female Characters -

Y/n Bishop - Helps out at Sam's store || Kate's younger sister.

Kate Bishop - Hunter || Y/n's older sister.

Yelena Belova - Bounty Hunter || Nat's younger sister.

Natasha Romanoff - Owns an Orphanage || Yelena's older sister.

Wanda Maximoff - Sticks to Herself || Pietro's sister.

Maria Hill - Helps Nat with the Orphanage.

Carol Danvers - Law Woman.

Aunt May - Journalist, Baker || Peter's Aunt.

Pepper Potts - Tony's Assistant & Wife.

Maya Lopez - Native American of the Cheyenne Nation.

Agatha Harkness - Outlaw.

Peggy Carter - Law Woman || Wife of Steve.

Kamala Khan - Apart of Y/n's friend group.

Eleanor Bishop - Kate & Y/n’s Mother.

Lady Sif - Bounty Hunter.

Jane Foster - Lumberjack bookkeeper || Wife of Thor.

Valkyrie - Outlaw.

Shuri - Scientist || Sister of T'Challa.

Cassie Lang - Apart of Y/n's friend group || Daughter of Scott.

America Chavez - Apart of Y/n's friend group.

MJ - Apart of Y/n's friend group.

Melina Vostokoff - Scientist || Yelena & Nat's Mother & Wife of Alexei.

Male Characters

Bucky 'James' Barnes - Owns and runs the Saloon.

Derek Shepard - Kate & Y/n’s father.

Sam Wilson - Owns and runs the General Store.

Steve Rogers - Sheriff of Blisswater || Husband of Peggy Carter.

Peter Parker - Paper Boy || Aunt May's Nephew.

Tony Stark - Owns Stark Industries || Husband of Pepper Potts.

Bruce Banner - Main Doctor of Blisswater, also a travelling Doctor.

Steve Strange - Apothecary.

Clint Barton - Gunsmith.

Pietro Maximoff - Works around at different ranches || Wanda's Brother.

Nick Fury - Barber.

T’Challa - Banker || Brother of Shuri.

Thor - Lumberjack || Husband of Jane & Brother of Loki.

Loki - Outlaw || Brother of Thor.

Peter Quill - Blacksmith.

Scott Lang - Stable Owner || Cassie's Father.

Erik Killmonger - Outlaw.

Baron Zemo - Outlaw.

Johann Shmidt - Outlaw (Red Skull Gang).

Alexei Shostakov - Lumberjack || Yelena & Nat's Father & Husband of Melina.

Ned Leeds - Apart of Y/n's friend group.

General Dreykov - Outlaw.

Original Characters -

All OC's are just fill in characters. They'll most likely be mentioned but will have no major roll. These are people who live in and around the map, basically NPCs.

#fanfiction #marvel #forbiddenau

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enchantinglyjade · 1 month

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Rise of the Titans

Chapter One

Goddess!OC x Loki

Masterlist Previous | Next (Coming Soon) Warnings: None

Arali jumps out of bed, eager to start the day, not that she had been able to sleep anyways. You see, every few years the Asgardian Royal Family would come to Olympus to visit and today happened to be one of those times. Honestly, she had grown a bit tired of her older brothers and sisters, seeing as she was the youngest by a few thousand years, so she was excited to play with someone her own age once more.

She dresses in her finest white chiton with a blush colored cloth pinned above her right shoulder and draped over her body. She twirls in the mirror, then zips out of her room, speeding down the hallways of the large castle to find her mother. Turns out, the Asgardians had arrived early, as they were already standing in the throne room. They were being greeted by her mother and big brother, Cronus, both in front of the throne with a smile.

Her mother was always very welcoming, treating everyone she met with kindness as if they were her own. Cronus however, let’s just say Arali tried to avoid him at all costs, much like the rest of the kingdom. She loved her brother, but felt there was something off about him. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

She sneaks in unnoticed and hides herself behind one of the giant, white columns in the room. She peeks out to look at the two young children standing beside the guests, both seeming to grow impatient as their parents converse politics and such.

The Asgardian monarch, Queen Frigga, glances towards Arali. She smiles warmly, and raises her hand to wave at the child. Her presence was always so dear to Arali, seeing her almost as a second mother. She waves back, shy that she had been seen. Frigga’s movement is noticed by Gaia. The two of them share a glance, before Frigga excuses her two boys, whispering something to them. They look around confused before making eye contact with the young goddess behind the pillar. Their eyes light up, and the three run enthusiastically towards the exit of the throne room together.

It wasn’t long before the news of the Asgardians’ arrival traveled throughout the kingdom, which in turn, brought a handful of the other children among the royal court to the halls in search of the new princes. The three of them were found quickly, which Thor didn’t mind one bit, for he rather enjoyed the attention. Eventually, they all made their way outside to the gardens, hoping to play many rounds of games.

Thor began to show the group his strength and sporty tricks, all of which seemed to gawk at the boy’s power and charisma. Arali watches Loki roll his eyes and sit on a nearby tree stump. She looks back at Thor, before deciding she would rather join his younger brother. She may have been of a higher status than the other kids, but she was still the youngest, and therefore, always left out, just as Loki was. She sits next to him on the stump, swinging her legs in excitement. Hoping that he would start the conversation for her, she turns to face him with a smile, staring at him until he gets the idea.

Surrendering to her attention, he greets her timidly with a sigh in his voice, “Hello, Arali.” His eyes filled deep with boredom.

She waves at him with great keenness.

“How about a game of Kubb?” The blond Asgardian boy suggests loudly to everyone.

Arali leans over to Loki, “I prefer beating you at Ephedrismos.”

He rolls his eyes at her comment. “That is a game for girls. I am not playing that.”

She shrugs her shoulders with a short laugh. “No wonder you can never win.” They stick out their tongue to one another, teasingly, as she pokes fun at the young prince.

“Kubb it is! The tallest team gets to go first!” Thor yells running to take his place with great pride, knowing very well that he is the tallest.

Arali raises her hand up to her head, measuring her height, then puts it above Loki’s. “I’m taller than you~” she says with a snicker. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms with a huff.

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“Mama, I want powers too! I’m just as strong as Loki and Thor, but they don’t believe me!”

The goddess mother kneels to take her daughter's tiny hand within her own. “Calm, little princess. All my powers will one day be passed down to you. You will get your powers when you are ready.”

“But I want them now!”

Another voice chimes in, “Perhaps with patience, they will come to you naturally.” Frigga walks into the room, causing the child’s face to brighten with excitement.

Arali wiggles her toes impatiently, “I cannot wait to get my powers! I don’t want to be like the mortals anymore.” She grimaces.

The goddess mother scoops up her child, placing her in her lap on the bed. “You see Arali, over 10,000 years ago, I was born on a planet called Gaia. That is where I got my name. The people there did not like me very much. They thought I was… odd for being born with powers, but eventually I came to make friends. Every 5,000 years the planets align with one another, creating portals between the worlds. This is called the Convergence. My husband, Ouranos, and I, and a number of our friends, accidentally stepped through one of these portals, getting lost on this planet. As we settled on Olympia, we began changing. We discovered a fruit; whose juices slowed our aging, until one day we ceased to age at all. You may be a goddess and a Titan, little one, but never forget deep down you are of Gaia. You may be powerful and strong, but you are as much a human as the mortals. Use your strength to protect them, but do not put yourself above them.”

Arali lowers her head, ashamed she has upset her mother. Gaia tucks an orange strand of her child’s hair behind her ear. “It is quite alright, Arali. Just remember to speak kindly of the mortals.”

She nods, her smile returning to her face. “Okay. Can I go now?” Gaia nods with a laugh, letting her jump off of her lap.

The child follows Frigga out into the courtyard where the other children play.

“Mama tells me one day I am going to be Queen,” Arali gloats to the older woman.

The Allmother laughs at her confidence. “That is the day Loki will become King, as well.” As if on cue, the boy slows his jog as he approaches his mother. Confused upon hearing his name, he intends to find out what the two are talking about.

“What do you mean?” Arali questions.

Frigga bends down, extending her arms for the two children to come closer to her. “It means the two of you are promised to each other.”

Confused on how he got brought into the conversation, Loki asks, “What does that mean?”

“Once you have become adults, you will be married to each other, officially uniting your kingdoms.”

The children look to each other in disgust “Ew!” They shout.

“I am not marrying her.” “I am not marrying him either!” The children dispute.

“You will become king and queen if you do.” The current Queen suggests to them.

Loki and Arali look at each other, then back at Frigga with smiles before he adds, “Well, maybe you’re not so bad.” Aralia glares and crosses her arms at this.

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“Can you read to me, mama?” Her mother nods, already knowing which book to bring with her to her daughter’s bed. She sits, allowing the ball of orange curls to snuggle into her abdomen. She opens the book to the marked page, but before she can open her mouth to read she is interrupted.

“Who is Aphrodite?” Arali whispers from beneath her blankets.

Gaia sets the book down into her lap, keeping a thumb in between the pages as the cover closes on its own. “Now, where did you hear this name from?”

Arali’s eyes quickly shift down to look at the quilt she was covered with. “I heard Hyperion talking about her with the others”

Her mother lets out a breath. “Aphrodite is The Goddess of Love. She is the daughter of Ouranos.” She explains.

“Are you her mom too?” Arali looks up at her mother with her big round eyes.

Gaia shifts uncomfortably, wondering how to explain the situation, “No, she is like you; She only has one parent, created through very powerful magic. But, you could see her as your sister in a way.” Luckily, Arali does not ponder any further than that. Instead, she shrugs curling even further into her wool blankets. Gaia re-opens the book to read, just like she does every night.

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There were a few special occasions when Gaia would bring her daughter to visit the kingdom of Asgard. While she and Frigga discussed future plans, Arali would run off with her two princely friends.

Thor was ecstatic to introduce her to his friends back at home. Sif, Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun, were happy to meet her, but once introductions were through, she was stuck behind with Loki, as usual. Not that she minded.

“Let’s go on an adventure!” Arali whispers to Loki.

As Loki slowly begins to accept her company, it becomes routine for the two to go adventuring while the rest of the children are busy with his older brother. They adored making quests for themselves and setting out to discover all that nature has to offer to them.

He smiles before taking her hand, dragging her behind him and away from the group. About a minute or two into walking, they come across a beautiful spring. Water cascades down the many large rocks that rise just below the surface of the forest, falling into the water below with a soft showering sound.

Arali stands in awe at the view in front of her, giggling as she continues to hold the boy’s hand. They freeze as they hear a noise in the near distance. They soon come to realize it is Frigga calling out for them. “Race you!” Running back out the forest, they meet with the rest of the group.

“Could you tell us a story, mother?”

“Oh! Tell the one about the Dark Elves!”

“Or the Frost Giants!”

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Arali, Thor, Loki, and a handful of the children of the court are out exploring once more. Thor, the group’s designated leader, decided it would be fun to explore one of the vast forests of Olympia. As they make their way through the many trees and grasses they come to a clearing. In the open area sits a collection of boulders, which the children rush to rest upon.

Arali, of course, with Loki. The two share a boulder, watching the others play. Giggles suddenly escape Loki’s throat. Confused, Anesia turns to examine her friend, insisting to discover what was so funny.

Loki leans to whisper to her, “Watch this.”

And with that, he had disappeared. She twists in her spot, looking for the boy, but he is nowhere to be found. That is, until she heard the others screaming. Quickly, she looks to find out the problem. The others are backing away from Thor in fear.

“No need to be afraid, my friends. It is just a little snake. See? Aren’t they amazing?” He crouches down, grabbing the snake, holding it out to admire it. One of the children steps closer, feeling more brave now that they see Thor playing with the thing unharmed. But, soon more screeches follow as a green shimmer of light wraps around the snake, and in the blink of an eye Loki stands in its place.

“Ha! It’s me!” he yells, jabbing Thor with a twig.

Thor yelps falling to the ground. “Loki!”

Loki laughs at his clever prank, but his smile grows even more seeing his red headed companion holding her sides with laughter.

++++

“You like my brother? Haha! Loki! Come here! I have news!” The blond jumps in excitement, waving his hands to catch his brother’s attention.

Arali runs back over to Thor, jumping to catch his arms. “Shut up, Thor!” But it does her no good, the raven haired boy is already running over to examine the situation. She pushes him to the ground, raising a fist above his head. “You promised you would not say anything!”

Thor screams, raising his hands to shield himself, as the young girl attempts to shove his hands away.

Loki approaches the scene laughing with a wide smile on his face. “Hit him again! Haha! ”

She spins to Loki, embarrassment still coursing through her. “And you are next!”

The boy is caught off guard by her sudden hostility towards him, but that is soon replaced with smugness. “Oh really? Then try and find me!” And with that, the boy uses his magic to duplicate himself, surrounding the two that were still on the ground.

“Brother, not this again.” Thor mumbles, as Arali climbs off of him, determined to see through Loki’s illusions. She would finally prove that she was just as smart and powerful as the two of them. She looks around her, looking for any small glitch in his magic. Some illusions are transparent, others have delayed reactions. Then she finds the one. She runs to him, pretending to prepare an attack, which he responds to with wide eyes, dispelling the rest of the illusions quickly. As she approaches, she loses her footing, sending both of them crashing down onto the grass.

She giggles. “Found you.”

#loki fanfic #loki marvel #loki god of mischief #loki odinson #loki #black fanfiction #black reader #oc fanfiction #black writers #poc #marvel #loki laufeyson #loki series #thor #rise of the titans

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MCU Eternals Romantic!Ikaris X Reader & Platonic!Druig X Reader AU Idea (AKA my ADHD/Neurodivergent brain is whipping my butt)

Ok so, I'm just going to spare y'all the misery and brain spiral I put both @valeskafics & @its-actually-minicika through, and give the most recent one. This is a really long post as it will go into a lot of detail about the character's personality and her interactions with other characters. Please read through it, and if you hate the idea. Don't be a jerk! Just move on, and ignore this post! But if this is something that you think would be interesting to read: like it and/or let me know in the comments, or send it to a friend you think will find this idea interesting!

So it goes without saying that the MCU Eternals' fandom has unanimously agreed that Druig is best boi/edgelord, and I have no disagreements with that. Hell I basically live on Tumblr's 'druig x reader' tag. BUT I too thirst after Ikaris (AKA Not-Mother's-Favorite)...look, it's Richard Madden, I'm only human.

If you are one of the maybe 10 followers I have, you will know that I am already writing 2 other fics (a Robb Stark x Yi Tish!OC, and an Ikaris X Water Elemental!Reader). But if you read this post's title...you will see that my ADHD brain refuses to listen to reason...and since starting to write fanfiction...it has only gone into overdrive. You will also know that I love drawing inspiration from mythology...and dragons but that's another discussion.

BACK TO THE POINT! So I have seen a lot of Nature Eternal!Reader x Druig fics, and I love all of them. But I read @spacetalbot's Druig x Reader x Ikaris fic where the reader is basically Persephone, AND @winterlves's Ikaris x reader fic where the reader is Thor and Loki's sister who controls nature. Needless to say...I became obsessed.

Basically, I wanted to explore the idea of an Eternal!Reader whose powers are like Persephone (Chlorokinesis, Geokinesis, Fertility Manipulation, etc.). And while Druig is like Hades, he serves more as this reader's overprotective older brother/guardian. Instead, her main love interest in this idea will be Ikaris.

Druig and Hades actually share a good amount of similarities to each other. Both are mostly disliked/not popular amongst the Pantheon/Eternals and humanity, both are secluded to their own domain/community, both are much more somber compared to their family members, and the list can go on. But the reason I wanted to use Ikaris as the main love interest is mostly to due with his attitude towards humanity and how he interacts with them. While life goes on for everyone else, it just sort of "stops" for him. He doesn't really make any effort to connect with them outside of being with Sersi, and when he leaves her, we don't see any further attempts. And this is where Persephone!Eternal kind of comes in.

Now, unlike my other Oc's/Reader fics, I actively plan on writing this reader to show neurotypical symptoms. For example, she will show signs of having trouble emotionally connecting/socially interacting with others. Her mind will wander in meetings and need a nudge to focus back. She might unintentionally put off someone by how she phrases her question/response. She will prefer to study the differing flora and fauna in the places they visit than interact with people. While she does hold some love and affection towards them, she knows that it's not her the humans love, but rather what she can provide for them. This last part is kind of what lays the foundation to Ikaris' and the Reader's connection.

One scene I intend to write that really shows how Persephone!Eternal's mind works is how she interacts with Phastos when he describes the steam engine to Ajak. Personally, I headcanon that Druig likes to be around when Phastos is inventing something, but more just to be his annoying little brother. Persephone!Reader is not at all tech-savvy, but it's how Phastos' thinks of his ideas that fascinates her. What materials would be needed to build it? Does the materials need to be first sourced by humans? Is the conversion of high pressure to low pressure like when an area with a lot of water flowing into an area with low amount of water? If I decide to write Ikaris seeing this, it will make him notice how Persephone!Reader's mind definitely works differently than his. As normally, he wouldn't question Phastos, just accept it and move on. But he would notice how you are the only one to really connect with him by how you don't outwardly mock him like Kingo or Sprite, and by being the only Eternal to act genuinely interested despite not technologically inclined.

Another scene would be how Persephone!Reader was supposed to be attending a feast for the harvest, and so Ajak sends Ikaris to look for her. He finds her in a secluded area of a forest, and with a cow and her calf. He is confused and so Reader explains that she noticed that the cow had been eating much more lately and been much more tired and unable to work. She overheard the humans wanting to kill it, but then she noticed that the cow was in fact pregnant. So while the feast was busy, she snuck away and made an area so that the cow could safely give birth in peace. Ikaris would notice that Persephone!Reader is smiling and much more at peace alone, than in a crowded area with tons of laughter and noise. You are worried that Ajak will find out and make you not see the animals anymore, but Ikaris promises you that he will keep your secret, and that he will just tell her that you weren't feeling well. This furthers your connection.

Another one is where there had been a big dispute amongst the humans, and some people are severely hurt. Druig and Ikaris get into a fight about it since it was under Ikaris' order that Druig not engage. Ikaris is impassive and stern and Druig calls him a coward. Persephone!Reader is seeing the fight and asks Ikaris why he wouldn't let Druig stop it, if he can do it, why not let him? Ikaris retorts stating that it isn't their place to settle their disputes, to which Reader states that he should care about the humans, and not be so cruel. Ikaris gets angry and tells reader that it is not his job to justify his reasonings to Druig or anyone else, much less her. So he storms away. A few hours pass, and Ikaris hasn't been seen by anyone, not even Ajak or Sersi. Reader finds him in a hidden area and notices that his face is very tired looking. Reader realizes that she has made a big misjudgement on her part in saying that Ikaris doesn't care, and is very careful in saying she is sorry. Ikaris is still upset and tells her to go away. But Reader just stands there and doesn't move, refusing to leave him alone. She eventually gives him a hug stating that she was wrong and she was sorry, and that she should have known better. This comforts him a lot as he allows the hug. Reader also makes him a wreath of flowers of her appreciation of him as her leader, but mostly as her friend.

I got a ton of scenes planned, so like and/or comment of what you think!

If you are still waiting for my Robb Stark x OC fic! The 3rd chapter will be out soon!

Edit: I reblogged this post to add on some headcanons of an additional Eternal!Reader who is Hecate. Check out the reboot part in Notes to see it!

#ikaris imagine #ikaris x reader #ikaris #druig x reader #druig imagine #eternals x reader #marvel x reader #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel eternals

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Flattery Gets You Nowhere - Loki Odinson X Female (Strange) Reader

Title: Flattery Gets You Nowhere

Loki Odinson X Female (Strange) Reader

Additional Characters: Steve, Natasha, Tony, the Receptionist (Becka) (OC), Taxi driver (Mentioned), Bucky (Mentioned), Peter (Mentioned), Bruce (Mentioned), Clint (Mentioned), Thor (Mentioned), Dr. Strange, and Dr. Strange's cape :)

Requested by @doctoriletyougotogalaxy!

WC: 2,482

Warnings: Jealousy mentioned, this isn't really an x reader, Tony's nicknames, Loki's nicknames, Loki's flirting, protective Strange, Reader can stand up for herself, flirting, anxiety, nervousness, blood mentioned by not really, death mentioned, alcohol mentioned, murder mentioned, slight angst, and family fluff

You thought going on vacation was going to be fun. Getting away from your job for a while and getting to see your older brother, sounds pretty fun to you. Especially since you were going to be staying at the Avenger's Tower for the next three weeks. You, among the Avengers, it was like a dream come true. When you found out that your brother had become one of them, sort of, you had to admit that you were a bit jealous at first, but you realized that it was probably better not to be someone like the Avengers, with the powers and all that. Your life was nice, daresay normal. You had a great, well-paying job, a pet or two, and even a few friends, but it was nice to get away for a while.

Getting out of the taxi, you grabbed your suitcase from the truck and quickly paid your driver, who had non stop asked for your Instagram, before staring up at the amazing tower in front of you. Your heart was beating heavily in your chest, growing a bit nervous at the thought of meeting the other Avengers. The only one that you had already met was Tony, and he was... Alright, to say the least.

Entering the tower, you went straight to the receptionist behind the desk, giving her a smile which she returned. "Do you have an appointment?" She then asked but before you could speak, you heard your name.

"Y/N! Hey, sugar-pie honey bunch!" Tony exclaimed loudly, the elevator door closing behind him as he walked over to you with a bright cocky smile. He sauntered over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "Sorry, Becka, she's with me." He spoke to the receptionist, before leading you back to the elevators he exited from. Pressing the button, Tony turned to look down at you as you waited, "So, how was the trip? Fun?" He asked as the elevator and the two of you entered.

"It was alright, the taxi driver was a bit rude but other than that, the trip was fun." You answered as Tony raised an eyebrow.

"He was rude? Say no more, consider him fired." Tony waved a hand as the elevator continued going up and up.

You looked up at him confused, raising your own eyebrow, "Fired? But you don't-"

"Ah, here we are!" Tony interrupted as the elevator doors opened, revealing a large room, with a few Avengers inside. "Some of the team are here to welcome you, and I, the amazing Tony Stark, am throwing you a party this weekend, you'll love it." Tony finished, leading you into the room where the Avengers turned to you.

This wasn't intimidating at all…

You knew some of the members in the room, having seen them on tv, or just knowing about them in general, but when they smiled and nodded politely to you, you felt yourself ease up a bit.

"Team, this is Y/N Strange. The Wizard's kid sister." Tony introduced you to the team, who seemed friendly enough. "Y/N, this Capsicle, Point Break, Legolas, Green Bean, Underoos, Manchurian Canidate-"

Alright, Tony, I don't think that's helping." A man that you knew as Captain America said, walking over before his blue eyes landed on you, "Nice to meet you, Y/N," Steve said warmly, offering you his hand. You took it happily and gave him a handshake, "Steve Rogers. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"It's a pleasure too, sir." You replied, only to have Steve shake his head with a small awkward laugh.

"Please, call me, Steve."

For the next couple of minutes, the team one by one came over to introduce themselves to you, and you couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed but relieved that they were all pretty pleasant toward you. After the introductions and greetings finished, you looked around the room, noticing a tall man with long shoulder-length, black hair standing, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed; a smirk on his face. He was just watching you, making you feel a bit uneasy. He pushed off the wall, walking over to stand next to Thor, oh, you thought, that's Loki. Your eyes narrowed as he wandered over offering his hand out to you.

"Loki, Son of Odin, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Strange." He stated, looking at you with those icy green eyes.

"Call me Y/N." You responded, taking his hand to shake, only for him to raise your hand to his lips, keeping eye contact as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

Tony coughed loudly before breaking the tension, "Okay, Reindeer Games, that's enough," He said, only for your brother to finally arrive.

Stephan entered the room, stopping when he saw Loki holding your hand; rage overtook him and he quickly marched his way over. Staring darkly at Loki, Stephan pulled you backward, pulling you out of Loki's clutches, Loki's smirk never falling. "Stay away from my sister, Loki." He spoke, and you smiled, finally seeing your brother after a year.

"I was just saying hello, Strange." Loki jested, as you turned to Stephan, ignoring the Frost Giant.

"Hey, Steph." You greeted him, giving him a hug. He returned your embrace, before letting go and returning to glare at the Prince of Asgard.

"Stay away." He finished, gritting his teeth as you placed a hand on his arm.

"It's fine, Steph, can you just show me my room?" You asked and Loki quickly spoke up.

"I can show you-" Only for you to turn and interrupt him with your own matching glare.

"No." You pointed a finger at him, "I want my brother, that I haven't seen in a year, to show me to my room, your highness." You finished with a hiss, as Loki just gazed down at you, amused.

"Feisty."

You scoffed, ignored him, following your brother down the hall to your room, your suitcase being pulled behind you.

~~~

A few days later, you entered the main room of the tower and headed to the kitchen, wiping up some breakfast as you hummed a soft tune. Stopping, you felt another presence behind you, pausing your movements, you turned around, finding Loki staring at you in the doorway. You sighed, rolling your eyes and turning back around, getting back to making your food.

"Ignoring me, darling?" He spoke up, and you clenched the butter knife in your hand, breathing through your nose.

"Don't call me that." You demanded, before going to the coffee maker and starting a fresh brew.

Loki entered the room, leaning up against the counter across from you, "Oh come now, love, I just wanted a chance to talk to you."

"We've talked plenty before, and don't call me 'love' either," You countered, pouring hot coffee into your cup, and stirring in some sugar, "And have you ever noticed how I don't ever want the chance to talk to you? And all you've been doing for the past couple of days I've been here is bothering me." You groaned lightly, growing frustrated as you finished your coffee and took a soft sip.

As said, for the past few days that you have been staying at the Tower, Loki was bothering you nonstop, flirting with you constantly. 'You look ravishing today, darling,' 'you have such beautiful eyes, dearie,' 'you're the most delicious human on the Midgard.' 'I wouldn't mind kissing you, my sweet.' This guy just wouldn't shut up! The only peace that you got was when your brother was around to save you or when you went to bed. You hated being "saved" but no matter what you said, Loki wouldn't stop flirting with you.

"You know," Loki began, his words trailing off slightly, you let out an inward sigh, closing your eyes as you waited for the next flirtatious remark Loki was going to make, "You are so much more beautiful every time I see you, darling."

You felt your blood bubble as you clenched your fists, but before you could lash out at Loki, you watched your brother enter the room.

"What are you doing? Stay away from my sister, Loki!" Stephen said, glaring at his brother, as Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you like ten thousand times now.”

"Calm down, Strange. I'm not bothering her. Just trying to have a conversation." Loki responded, crossing his arms, smirking playfully at Stephen, "Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You glared at Loki. 'Oh yeah, as if you weren't just being a nuisance,' You thought angrily as Stephan led you out of the room. Once you were in your room, you let out a dramatic sigh, placing your coffee on your bedside table. "He is so... So... Annoying!" You exclaimed, beginning to pace back and forward in your room as Steph watched you, his own arms crossed.

"I know." He said simply.

"He won't stop flirting with me! I mean... he's always so... so... Ugh!" You whined, rubbing your temples tiredly as Stephan snorted.

"He is quite... Ugh." Stephan responded, shrugging slightly as you stopped pacing. "Look, just ignore him, but if he gets too much, you still have that Sling Ring I gave you, right?"

You frowned, "Yeah, I do." You muttered, sitting down on your bed.

"Just teleport out, or just find me." Stephan suggested, sitting down beside you. “Even tattle-tale him to his brother, I bet Thor wouldn’t mind giving him a talking too if you asked him to.”

"Thank you," You mumbled, looking up at your brother with a small smile, "What what I do without you?"

"Probably die." He joked, causing you to smile wider.

"Right. Well. That's probably true." You started walking out, before stopping once again, turning your head back to glance over at Stephan, "Love you, bro."

"Love you too, little sister." Steph replied, as his cowl slipped off his shoulders and onto yours, cuddling into your cheek in support.

~~~

It was the night of the party Tony was throwing for you, and you were nervous, even though you would know everyone there, it was still a bit stressful. You had on your outfit for the big night, it was something you felt pretty confident in and you loved the color of it, so now, all you had to do was head down to the party. Heading out of your room, you headed down the hall and down the stairs, finding the rest of the team already down there. The team looked up at your entrance, cheering and calling out to you, Thor asking you to join them in lifting the hammer. Which, sadly you couldn’t do, but you had fun trying. The next hour or two was filled with music, talking, some dancing, and playing some games.

"Thank you, Tones, for throwing this party." You thanked the Iron Man, as you sat down beside your brother and Steve.

"No problem, honey bunch," Tony spoke, taking a sip of his drink.

For the next couple of hours, the party was in full swing, you talking and laughing with some of the Avengers and even dancing with Wanda and Natasha. You were having a lovely time, until when you went to get another drink, Loki wandered over. You tried to ignore him, just wanting to have fun, but when he opened his mouth to speak, you felt your tolerance crumbling.

"You look beautiful tonight, Y/N." He commented casually, earning a glare from you before you huffed, sipping on your drink before replying.

"I appreciate the compliment, Loki, but please leave me alone."

Loki's smirk dropped as he raised an eyebrow, "Is that a request?" He asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"No." You answered flatly, taking another long sip from your glass. "It's a demand." You finished as you sat down the empty glass.

"But I think you'll enjoy what I have to offer," Loki whispered, only for you to sigh, turning to stare at him.

"It's a shame really, you are very handsome... But I don't stand for murderers of almost a hundred innocent people. So, I am going to tell you, one last time, to leave me alone. Hm?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow as Loki stared down at you.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Stephan asked, finding his way to you after finishing his conversation with Bruce and Tony. His eyes pierced daggers at Loki as he stood by your side, keeping a protective eye on you.

You looked away from Loki, giving Stephan a sad smile, "I'm fine." You said quietly as you leaned against your brother. "Loki was just leaving." You added, looking back at Loki.

Loki had just the smallest of smirks on his face as his eyes stared down at yours before he turned on his heel and left. Letting out a breath, you closed your eyes and rested your head against Stephan's shoulder.

"What did he want?" Your brother asked, looking down at you.

"He was just being annoying, as always. But I think that I finally got through that head of his." You murmured softly, smiling softly when Stephan wrapped an arm around your shoulder protectively.

~~~

"I hope you have a safe trip back, Y/N," Steve spoke, giving you a hug as Stephan brought you your suitcase.

"Thanks, Steve," You replied, wrapping your arms around the Captain and hugging him tightly.

Natasha then swooped in for a hug as well, "It was fun having you, come back soon." She told you.

"Will do, Nat." You smiled, letting go of her.

After saying goodbye to the rest of the team, you glanced at Loki once before quickly grabbing your suitcase and following Stephan to the elevator.

"I'm glad you visited, little sis." Stephan said, patting your back as he walked.

"Me too." You smiled.

Once inside the elevator, you leaned against the wall as Stephan hit the button for the lobby, "So, are you excited to go home?"

You nodded, "Yeah, especially to sleep in my own bed. Gosh. I miss my bed." You sighed dramatically.

Stephan chuckled slightly before the elevator door dinged open and you and Stephan stepped out, making your way out of the building.

"Well," Stephan spoke, watching as the taxi pulled up to the curb, "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too, Steph. Don’t hesitate to come and visit if you ever want to, my house is your house." You grinned, pulling him into a hug, "Goodbye for now, and thanks again." You told him, pulling away from the hug.

Stephan nodded, waving to you before hopping into the taxi. As the taxi drove away, you let out a sigh as you watched buildings and trees pass by through the window, the scenery outside slowly changing from the city to the rural town.

"Home sweet home." You muttered to yourself with a smile.

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