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scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that

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me when I click on a fic tagged x reader but in the end it's an x oc (I was tricked)

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Shut up, Loki

How many times is Loki told to shut up in his own show? As soon as Mobius meets him, he taunts Loki for being “talky-talky.” And despite Mobius’ stated interest in learning what makes Loki tick, he impatiently cuts him off when Loki geeks out about the difference between illusion projection and duplication casting (which made my nerdy ass love him even more), or chatters about strategies for dealing with a trickster. And of course there’s the scene in the time-loop torture chamber where Mobius asks Loki whether he cares for Sylvie, then deadass tells him to shut up when he tries to answer. Mobius pretends to be a sympathetic ear, but his actions suggest otherwise. He’s not interested in Loki for Loki’s sake; Mobius uses him as a tool first to catch Sylvie, and then to discover the truth about the TVA. Otherwise, shut up Loki.

Sylvie’s even worse. Her enchantees in Roxxcart mock Loki (”you sure do love to hear yourself talk”), and she tells him to pipe down idk how many times on Lamentis. Even when they reach the Citadel – despite all they’ve been through together – she tells him to shut up when he gently asks if she’s ok. Loki’s variants shush him in the Void (although to be fair they’re worried about attracting Alioth), and even He Who Remains chides him for “all that t-t-t-talking” (which is especially ironic given that HWR is in the middle of an extremely long-winded monologue about the multiverse). It’s a constant theme: shut up, Loki. You’re not important. This isn’t your story. It’s not about you. 

And in the finale when Loki’s trying to get through to Sylvie, begging her to listen, she deflects and accuses and taunts. His sincerity is heartbreaking, his vulnerability endearing, and she’s having none of it. He’s desperately trying to be heard but it means fuck-all to her. Shut up, Loki. Nobody’s listening. Nobody cares.

Funny thing is, Loki never struck me as the garrulous type. In early scenes of Thor1, he’s quiet and observant. He offers no resistance when shushed by Thor or Odin. His outburst in the vault scene is so uncharacteristic and shocking that Odin has to take a nap. (That’s some weaksauce parenting right there, dude.) One gets the impression that speaking his mind is a new thing for Loki, post-Jotunheim. Even after ascending the throne, he’s not particularly loquacious – his words seem carefully chosen and on point. Ok, he’s admittedly a bit mouthy in Avengers – as articulate villains are wont to be – but even there he isn’t exactly a chatterbox. His verbosity in the Loki show seems to have been constructed just to give the other characters an excuse to dismiss and belittle him. Shut up, Loki. Your ideas are useless. Your words have no value.

And you know what’s sad? I suspect Loki is used to being ignored. Ever wonder why he brought Frost Giants into Asgard on Thor’s coronation day, instead of just going to Odin and Frigga and saying “Hey I love Thor but he’s a numbskull and I don’t think he’s ready to rule”? Or why he made no attempt to explain himself when he faced Odin at the beginning of TDW? Like, “I did some shitty things but to be fair I was tortured and mind-controlled by this scary grapeface dude.” Why not say something?

Loki knew that no one would listen to him, because no one ever did. One thing about being the family scapegoat: people assume the worst about you, and nothing you say will dissuade them. And somewhere along the way, Loki gave up. He may have had a bit of fun calling out Odin’s hypocrisy and Thor’s bad judgement, but he knew that his words – however perceptive they may be – would be disregarded. It didn’t matter what he said; nothing was ever going to change. As he tells Thor in Ragnarok, “Open communication was never our family’s forte.”

Loki doesn’t fare much better in the show. He’s traded his dysfunctional, indifferent family for dysfunctional “friendships” (using that term very loosely here) with people who have no interest in hearing him. He’s bullied, belittled, and literally beaten down – and yet he somehow finds the strength to get up and keep going in the end. Some might call this character growth, but Loki has always been resilient. This isn’t a new thing. Despite all his losses and his trauma, Loki manages to forge a path for himself. No one is going to lift him up or comfort him. He remains alone and unheard.

Loki resonates with those of us who are different, marginalized, devalued – whether it’s because we’re neurodivergent, or queer, or simply prefer to do our own thing. He’s the patron saint of outcasts: we who feel ostracized and othered simply for being our authentic selves. We know how it feels to be silenced.

Loki, find people who appreciate you, who want to hear what you have to say. You are worthy of respect and love. Your trauma is valid. How are you feeling? Are you ok? Come sit down, tell us everything. We’re listening.

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subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

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I had to pause my reading several times

Ruin Me, My Love

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: She warned him—told him she would ruin him, shatter him beyond repair. But Loki, with his silver tongue and storm-lit eyes, only smiled, only stepped closer, only whispered, "Then destroy me, darling. I will thank you for it."

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Loki had always been drawn to the untouchable. The dangerous. The things that whispered promises of destruction in the dead of night.

So when he met Y/N, it was not a question of if she would ruin him.

Only when.

And whether he would survive it.

It started with a conversation that should have ended before it began.

"Why aren't you dating him?" Thor had asked her one evening in the grand hall, his voice loud over the clatter of goblets and laughter. He gestured lazily toward a warrior across the room, some golden-haired Asgardian fool who had been trailing after her for weeks.

Y/N had only chuckled, lifting her goblet to her lips. "I’d destroy him."

Loki, who had been lounging in his usual spot beside her, his fingers idly twirling the rim of his own drink, had arched a brow. "Oh?"

Without looking at him, she murmured, "He’d be into that."

And just like that, Loki had been caught. Hooked.

Addicted.

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It had been a slow unraveling since then, a series of stolen moments and sharp-edged words that danced between warning and invitation.

Like tonight.

She was sprawled across his chair in his private chambers, legs dangling over the armrest, flipping through a book she likely had no real interest in. Her presence alone was an invasion.

Not that Loki minded.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Make yourself at home, darling," he drawled.

She hummed, eyes still on the book. "I did."

His lips twitched. "That chair belongs to me."

She turned a page. "I know."

Loki exhaled, stepping forward until he stood before her. He plucked the book from her hands, tossing it onto a nearby table. She didn't protest.

Instead, she looked up at him with that knowing smirk, the kind that made his blood run hot. "You're staring again."

"Am I?"

Y/N sat up slowly, knees brushing against his thighs. "Like a man who wants to be ruined."

Loki tilted his head, pretending to consider it. "And if I do?"

She reached for him then, fingers trailing up his chest in a whisper of a touch, stopping just beneath his jaw. “Then you’re a fool.”

He caught her wrist, pressing her palm flat against his chest, over the rapid beat of his heart. "Perhaps," he admitted, voice dark with promise. "But I would be your fool. And I would thank you for it."

Her breath hitched—just for a second, just long enough for him to catch it.

Then she kissed him.

And it was destruction, just as she had promised.

Her hands tangled in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as she pulled him closer, deeper, until there was no space between them at all. Loki had always prided himself on his control, his ability to wield emotions like weapons.

But with her?

There was no control.

No calculation.

Only fire.

And gods, he wanted to burn.

Loki pressed her against the wall, his hands framing her waist, fingers digging in like she was something he could hold onto. She wasn’t. He knew that. Y/N was a storm, untamed and merciless, and he—he was the fool who had stepped into the eye of it, knowing full well he would never walk away unscathed.

Her lips dragged from his mouth to his jaw, then lower, her breath warm against his skin.

“Say it,” she murmured.

His breath was ragged. "Say what?"

She nipped at his neck, and his grip tightened.

“Tell me you want me to destroy you.”

Loki pulled back just enough to look at her, to memorize every sharp angle and molten curve of the woman who had unraveled him from the start.

His hands moved to cup her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones.

“I do,” he said, voice like velvet and sin. “I want you to break me. I want to be undone in your hands and know nothing else but the way you put me back together.”

Y/N inhaled sharply, and for the first time, he saw it—the way he affected her. The way she came undone in his hands, just as much as he did in hers.

It was a dangerous thing, this love between them.

But Loki had never feared danger.

And he certainly wasn’t about to start now.

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It was easy to pretend, sometimes.

To believe that what they had was a game, a battle of wits and want, a clash of sharp tongues and sharper edges.

But then there were nights like this.

Where it was too much and not enough all at once.

Loki lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, watching as she traced idle patterns on his bare chest.

“You do realize,” he murmured, “that I have no intention of walking away from this.”

Her fingers stilled. "From what?"

He smirked, catching her hand, bringing it to his lips. "Us."

She huffed a soft laugh, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, Laufeyson."

"I'm quite serious, darling."

Y/N shifted to look at him fully, her expression unreadable. "I will destroy you, Loki."

"Then do it."

She shook her head. "You don't understand—"

"I understand perfectly," he interrupted, his voice edged with something raw. "You can break me a thousand times over, Y/N, and I will still crawl back to you, bloody and wanting."

Her breath shuddered. "Loki—"

He cupped her face, tilting her chin up until she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"You think I don't know what you are?" he murmured. "That I don't see the way you hold everyone at arm’s length, waiting for them to leave before you can?"

Her lips parted, but she said nothing.

Loki’s thumb brushed over her cheekbone, his voice softer now. "I'm not leaving."

Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy.

Then—finally—she closed her eyes, exhaling like she had been holding her breath for a lifetime.

And when she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.

"I don't know how to not ruin things."

Loki pressed his forehead against hers, his next words a vow, a promise wrapped in devotion.

"Then let me be your ruin."

And gods help them both—

She did.

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armand spent his whole childhood getting preyed upon by old men. who am i to stop him if, in order to heal, he decides to prey upon old men himself. good for him

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Tried to clean it up a bit. Everyone should be able to appreciate his obliques in (slightly) higher definition.

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‘why do you read “various x reader stories?”’

first, i’m a narcissist and will not read it if it’s not about me

second, I love the feeling of people liking me

third, I was ignored as a child

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You've really got to admire Daniel Molloy and his 150% divorce rate. This man wrecked not only two of his own marriages, but another couple's as well. A king, an icon. None of us should ever aspire to be like him.

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oops

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Real

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Nearly 2 years later and Loki is quite literally sending me emails (I did not ask him to).

So, I saw this website on Tiktok where you can have conversations with an ai of different people/characters so I looked and, well... just call me Y/N because I just lived through a whole Loki x reader fanfic with a robot pretending to be him. 10/10 would recommend.

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I tried Character AI ONCE when it was new and now Loki is emailing me? Please 😭