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This is the cutest thing I’ve ever read

You’ve Got To Be Kitten Me!

The idea had been brewing at the back of his head for quite some time now. At first he worried that she wouldn’t take it well. Close herself off from the bit of affection she had slowly allowed through. She was a work in progress, but she tried; and that was all that mattered to him. She tried. So he thought perhaps a present was in order.

They had a little cabin on Midgard, deep in the woods of Norway. It was about as far as one could get from New Asgard and still be in the same country. Things were still new, after all.

They were both rather crap at blending in in a town. So this cabin was perfect for them. They used magic for almost everything, and Loki had never felt so free. Still, he did go into town to pick up things once every few weeks. Fresh pastries from a bakery they both loved, books from a used bookshop that he loved and candy for Sylvie. And while Sylvie loved candy, that wasn’t exactly the present he was looking for.

There was a farm supply store there as well, Loki had bought some apple tree saplings there in the spring. He didn’t need to go there for anything in particular, but he figured it helped to keep up appearances, so to speak. He wandered the aisles, looking at the interesting bits and bobs, trying to think of a good present when a little ‘mew’ caught his attention. He kept walking, trying to ignore the little ‘mew-mew’ that was getting more and more plaintive. Finally he felt the tiniest tug on his pants leg. He stopped carefully before looking down. The littlest gray Norwegian Forest Kitten looked up at him, ‘MEW!’

There was a warm chuckle behind him. “It seems the last of Frigga’s kittens has chosen ye.”

The color drained from his face at the old man’s words; his mother’s name would always hold power over him.

“F-Frigga you say?” He swallowed, leaning down to pet the curious kitten. “It’s a good name, strong.” He nodded absently, continuing to pet the now purring kitten.

“Aye, my granddaughter seemed ta think so. Big into mythology that one, been begging my daughter and son-in-law ta move them ta New Asgard.” He chuckled fondly. “Fancies herself a modern day Valkyrie.”

Loki listened politely, still petting the little kitten.

“Ah, don’t mind me, yammering on ‘bout my family.” The old man chuckled. “That’s the last of Frigga’s kittens an we retired her from breedin’, she’s to be a pampered Queen now.”

Loki grimaced as the tiny kitten began to climb his leg, little razor claws digging in as he inched his way ever higher.

The old man chuckled, “M’ Lars, by the way, owner of this shop.”

Loki nodded, “Luka-“

“Friggason, aye, I remember when ye bought them apple trees last spring. How’re they doin’?”

Loki was so rarely caught off guard, he simply nodded. He looked down and gently plucked the kitten from his leg and cradled it in his arms. He swallowed before looking back up at the old man. “You have a sharp memory, Sir, and the trees are doing well, I hope to see some blossoms again next spring, I know it will take several years for them to bear fruit.”

Lars nodded. “Aye, ye have chickens & a few goats out there too, right?”

Loki tried to hide his smile, Lars knew damn good & well he had chickens and goats. He bought supplies for them from time to time. And rat traps once, more for appearance’s sake than anything.

“Why don’ ye take Frigga an her last babe there. We’ve been callin’ him ‘Loki’ on account as he was the smallest, but the most mischievous one in tha litter. Smart as whip, wouldn’t be surprised if he could learn voice commands.”

Loki blinked in shock, looking down at the kitten in his arms. “Loki?” He whispered, little Loki looked up at him and mewed happily.

“Aye, winter’ll be coming sooner than ye think, Frigga will keep the rats and mice outta yer little barn.” Lars nodded happily, as if it was settled.

Loki nodded, holding the kitten securely to his chest. He smiled slowly, “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea Sir, I was just trying to think of a gift for my,” he paused briefly, “girlfriend.” He flushed.

Lars grinned, “What young lady could resist a mama cat and her wee babe? Let me go in the back, Frigga’s in the office, where he’s supposed to be, by the way.” He winked at the kitten who just mewed back. “I told ye he was smart as a whip.”

Loki nodded, smiling like a fool and not bothering to tell him HIS young lady might take offense to him coming home with two new pets. But she did enjoy spending time with the goats and even the hens, gathering eggs every morning.

Soon Lars was helping him load Frigga’s carrier into the backseat of the small electric car he owned. It was more like a small dog carrier, due to how large Norwegian Forest Cats were. Still, you could hear Loki’s indignant mews from inside the carrier as well. Along with the two cats, Lars gave him a litter box & some litter, and a bag of the food Frigga was used to. Also her vet records were all up to date as she had just been spayed. Loki thanked him profusely and made a mental note to make some good fortune come his way, and perhaps a visit from a Valkyrie for his granddaughter.

The shadows were growing long when he finally pulled in front of the small cabin they called home. Sylvie stood from where she had been sitting on the porch steps, clearly waiting for him.”I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you? Thought maybe you hightailed it to greener pastures, not that it would have mattered to me.” She shrugged, as if it mattered not to her.

Loki took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Forgive my lateness, I ended up talking to Lars for quite some time.”

“Lars who owns the farm supply store?” She asked, her nose scrunched up.

“You knew his name was Lars?”

“Well of course I did, I do pay attention to people.” She stuck her tongue out.

Loki chuckled. “Well, my observant little vixen, Lars has given us a gift.” He lifted the carrier out and brought it to the porch. “Meet Frigga and Loki.” He opened the carrier and Frigga stepped out, regal as any Queen; Loki scrambled out, his eyes wide and saw the drawstring of Sylvie’s hoodie and sprang at her face.

Somehow she managed to catch the kitten before he landed on her and she held him out at arm’s length looking at him in shock.

“Darling…are you alright? I know I didn’t—“

She looked at Loki, her expression horrified. “Is he another one of US?!”

Loki couldn’t help the laugher that escaped from him. He tucked her hair back behind her ear. “No, Darling. They’re just cats.”

Frigga fixed Loki with a look that would have made him uncomfortable, had he been looking at the cat. She curled up against Loki as he and Sylvie played with the kitten. This was a good family.

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We have you four to one. I like those odds.

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Time for another ‘Loki Short’. If anyone wishes to reply to this as a Role Play, feel free! I’d love the interaction!

‘Alone’

What had she done? Gods, what had she done?! As soon as she’d pulled her blade from He Who Remains’ chest, she fell to the floor. Her blade clattered beside her and she flinched at the noise. Soon she was shaking like a scared child, alone in the grand chamber. It was cold, colder than she could ever remember being. What she wouldn’t give for Loki’s terrible blanket, a tablecloth she’d called it.

That was all it took for the tears to start to run down her face. Loki. What had she done?! The only good thing in all her lifetimes, she’d thrown away.

True, she hadn’t thrown him away, but she knew without a doubt, that was how he would see it. No. She had thrown him to safety. He didn’t deserve to be part of this, her grand plan. Because she knew, deep down, he was probably right. Toss him back to Mobius, the two of them were friends, he’d be okay…

While she stayed here in this hole at the end of time and did Gods know what.

She’d seen him, getting up and running back towards the time door. The look on his face was frantic, he had to get back to her. She’d almost let him. But in the end she didn’t think she deserved such devotion. She was a Loki after all, and in her timeline, a Loki was always alone.

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So….going to try something new. I am an avid fic reader & a role player in my heart. I have the attention span to role play, because I can share the load of writing with someone else, & you have the added bonus of not knowing EXACTLY what the other character will do.

I haven’t had the opportunity to role play in far too long, & honestly I don’t know how one goes about finding a partner anymore. ☹️

So enter this: I’m going to start posting the little snippets I write. Someone might enjoy them, & sometimes they’ll be from one character’s POV, allowing people to send in replies, if they do desire.

So without further ado, I give you the first of what I am calling ‘Loki Shorts’

‘The God and the Angel’

It was well past the witching hour, if they even used that phrase in Asgard; Jane wasn’t sure. She finally managed to slip away from Thor and the large circle of his admirers hanging on to his every story. She found a pitcher of plain, ice cold water and poured herself a glass before escaping to a dark corner beside a window overlooking a small courtyard.

“Yes…he really is such a bore, isn’t he? I know for a fact he’s told you that story seven times already, yet you act pleasantly surprised and interested every time. How you don’t stab him or at least scream is beyond me.” Jane was proud of the fact that she didn’t startle at the sound of Loki’s voice as he seemed to materialize from the shadows.

She took a sip of her water, giving her time to think. “He clearly enjoys telling his tales and entertaining others, it’s not hurting me to listen to him.”

“Jane Foster of Midgard, you are clearly an Angel among your people for putting up with his buffoonery and still smiling lovingly at him.I would be screaming at the Norns until my throat ran raw and I had no more breath left in me.”

She took another sip, hoping the shadows hid her slight flush of surprise. “I suspect it helps that I did not grow up with him and I know he’s not like this all the time—“

“Yes, with me he’s infinitely worse.” He rolled his eyes before turning away from her and leaning on the open windowsill. A green glow over his left hand resulted in a handful of some kind of nut, which he began tossing out of the window. One by one each would be plucked from the sky by a raven, nearly invisible in the darkness. “I took the liberty of reading your notes, and before you get tetchy with me, you left them out for anyone to read. I left a couple of notes for you, tucked amongst the pages, do with them what you will.” His tone was bored, as if he cared not what she did.

With that, the last of the nuts were gone and he turned to her, giving her the slightest of bows, really just an inclination of his head. “I wish you a good night, Lady Jane. At least there has been a bit of pleasantry this wasted night.” He turned and stalked from the feast hall, no one noticing his absence other than Jane herself.

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Goddamn.

As You Are (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: smut, explicit language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence and injuries, light choking, brief thigh riding/grinding, vaginal fingering with them metal fingies, oral female receiving, unprotected vaginal sex (dont be a dick, wrap that stick), fucking on sam’s couch

a/n: ok hi this fic is very self indulgent bUT YKNOW WHAT WHO CARES EKJHEJHKEJH this is my first fic for marvel and AH I hope I did Bucky justice. ENJOY YALL

This had been a terrible idea. 

Right from the minute you tailed after he and Sam to the Baron’s extensive vintage car storage. Bucky had explicitly withheld any and all information regarding this little excursion to protect you but of course you’d shown up—none too jazzed about the little stunt Bucky pulled regarding the Baron. Fair. 

You were right—Bucky should have called but that overwhelming guilt of dragging you into another one of his problems stopped him from pressing that little call button. He never wanted to be the reason you ended up back on the run again. Though judging by the way things were going, it was more than likely you’d be in prison by the end of the week. 

Luck had your back in that sort of regard—too bad it could never rescue you from your own stubbornness and grief regarding that damn shield. 

You’d taken a devastatingly hard hit from Walker—a fractured orbital, a split lip and a dislocated shoulder. All preventable—if only Bucky kept better track of you before you showed up in that warehouse alone. Left to fight the shadow of what was once a symbol of hope for some—another man playing dress-up in something that will never belong to him. 

It was just their luck Bucky and Sam arrived in time—preventing you from becoming another red stain of violence splattered over that shield. 

James Buchanan Barnes is not afraid of much—but fuck. Seeing you crumpled over the concrete floor, all bloodied and struggling to raise a hand to protect your face… It was the same feeling as injecting his veins with a pure shot of adrenaline and anger shrouded in fear. He promised Steve he’d look after you… 

And as Sam carried you out of that warehouse you had the gall to tenderly tell them that you were just fine—as if your mouth weren’t full of blood and a face blooming with patchy bruises. The jealousy that sparked through Bucky’s chest when you clung to Sam’s chest did nothing to help that dark festering pit inside his ribcage he’s attempting to suture back together.

Keep reading

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GIVE IT TO ME NOW.

I’m not into marvel but mr bucky can absolutely HIT IT any time of day. He gets a complementary pussy pass bc he DESERVES IT

gOd i ALREADY HAVE SOME OF THE FIC WRITTEN TOO AHAHDBDND

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The best Avenger. Change my mind.

He’s out of line, but he’s right.

ANTHONY MACKIE as Sam Wilson in THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER - Episode 3: Power Broker

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Sharon: blend in and don’t cause trouble

Zemo: say no more

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Zaddy, if you will.

Marvel be like:

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We stan Sharon Carter in this house and defend her until we die ✌🏼

If ya’ll are gonna go this hard for Wyatt Russell getting hate sent to his non-existent social media accounts…. (As in, he’s NEVER been on social media. Whatever accounts they weren’t actually him)

Then I’m gonna need ya’ll to put that same energy into defending Emily VanCamp for getting sent death threats, etc (via both social media AND actual ‘fan mail’) for the last SEVERAL years b/c she dared exist next to Steve Rogers and now Bucky & Sam. And she doesn’t even play an antagonist. 

Otherwise I’m getting tired of this bullshit. 

If you’re gonna go this hard to defend an innocent man for playing an antagonist, who’s getting hate. You can do the same for an innocent woman who’s playing a good person/ally to the good guys. Who dared get in the way of your fetishsized mlm ship that never happened. 

End of story. 

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What is it about this SHIRT

i just can’t get enough of this look™️

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Me too, Pedro. Me too.

PEDRO PASCAL for GQ Germany

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Yeah I’ll never write a fic that ends with kids sorry.

I want more “and they lived happily ever after” fics where they don’t have a kid. At all. Not a plan, not an accident. Not in the epilogue. Many people are child free by choice and turn to fanfics to get stories different from the mainstream man woman child picket fence storyline. But so often it’s always “and then they had a kid and everything was perfect” and it just ruins the whole story for me. Not everyone needs a kid to feel fulfilled. Not everyone dreams of having a kid, and I wish I saw that reflected more in fics.

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Y’all will hear me sobbing across the GLOBE

I just already know I'm gonna cry like a baby because of Bucky Barnes, his character development and his mental health.

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I literally don’t know what to even do with this information.

Please tell me they are in the same room. Anthony Mackie making me feel things!!!

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