#;; but also territorial loki we love to see it

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 - always accepting !

you have no idea what i'd do to keep you safe.

The plan of action in pursuing this particular He Who Remains Variant was simple: Amora would pose as a distraction, Loki surveyed the establishment for any of this particular Variant's henchmen and dispose of them and Mobius waited for him to cue an ambush of said Variant with an appropriate amount of Minutemen. Posing as an exotic dancer to gain the attention of a mob-affiliated millionaire was mere child's play for The Enchantress. And all was going swimmingly well, until the Variant called a few more of his men over to gawk at Amora.

Shifting a bit on his lap, she forced a smile and held out a hand in greeting, fighting back a gag when the opposing man bestowed a kiss upon the back of it. These men were armed with weaponry, though bullets barely phased Asgardian deities such as she and Loki, whom she couldn't help but take note of his ever-building envy as more men crowded around her. The multitude of hands on her bothered her more than she'd ever admit; she was used to men flaunting after her prowess and her beauty for eons, though not being touched by two at once. She merely played the part and waited until the Variant had his guard down so she could enchant him with a kiss Loki hopefully wouldn't see.

Though, that moment never came due to the onslaught of bodies hitting the brothel floors as the group of men, the Variant included, slumped over and Loki was the only one left standing, hurrying over to her and grabbing her arm. With a tug, she was off the Variant's lap and walking alongside Loki towards the exit of the establishment. She barely had time to process all of what had happened, though she yanked her arm from his grasp and demanded to know the absurdity of his actions. He claimed they were getting "too insistent" and could tell she'd been afraid. This, for some reason, angered her.

❛  Afraid ? The Enchantress holds no fear, especially not towards Midgardian fools such as these. I had the situation under control, and I was more than nearing my opportunity to strike my target. I am no weakling, Loki. I am more than capable of saving myself.  ❜

[lexluvswriting]

♛ Princess Treatment.

“Ain’t it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain’t it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?”

- NFWMB; Hozier.

-> Pairing: Loki x plus-size! princess! reader.

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader (she/her), fem genitalia used, plus-size reader, allusions to low self-confidence and harmful behaviours, mentions of fat shaming, princess reader au! Loki is a doting, loving, lowkey-obsessed partner who loves to see us shine! Breeding! DON’T be like these dummies, regardless of what timeline ur in. Wrap. Before. You. Tap.

-> TW: porn with slight plot; no use of y/n; soft-ish dom!Loki x sub!reader; unprotected p in v sex; oral sex (f receiving); face-sitting; praising (f receiving); body worship (f receiving); dirty talk; breeding (lol); mirror sex, mirror sex, mirror sex!

W/C: 4.8

╰┈➤ Lex's note: thanks to this anon’s req, you all have this!! firstly: i am so sorry for ghosting, and being super late in my fic posting!!! it wasn’t intentional at all 😔 (uni is hard & mental health takes a toll T-T). second: Loki! Likes! Thick! Girls! anyway- Hozier did inspire this, HOW DID YOU KNOW?? indeed, NOTHING fucks with Loki's baby. I hope i did this request justice AND i hope we all giggle & squeal at this beautiful God the way i did. TYSM ANON for requesting <3 <3

“I do not believe this to be a fair council if we are not considering the voices of the people.”

Your voice was clear as you stood to say your piece, smoothing one of the ruffles along the waistline of your dress as you did so. Your head was held high as you spoke, commanding the attention of all the others who were part of this monthly council- the royals from the territories surrounding Asgard would convene at certain locations routinely to discuss oncoming threats, or other diplomatic concerns as ‘equals’, with today’s meeting taking place in one of King Odin’s many conference chambers.

“Malekith’s constant threats put strain on our territories, yes, but also on our citizens. Pulling more tithe from our villages will not warrant greater victory- I believe that it will worsen the tensions that are already rising.” As you continued your advocacy, you glanced around to ensure you held each attendant’s attention, before your eyes settled on blue irises that twinkled with usual cunning charm. Your mouth was on auto-pilot- this speech rehearsed to the point where you mumbled it in your sleep at times- allowing you to focus on the beauty of the prince across the table. His eyes of blue, like Jotunheim ice, watched you with a fondness only you could recognise while he reclined in his chair, flipping his dagger as he listened to you. Each time you felt flustered, you’d look back to him, for his eyes to soften and his chin to dip in the smallest, softest of encouraging nods, flushing out your nerves and leaving a sensual warmth that started in your chest and leaked into your lower stomach. You could do this. You could do this, then retreat back to the comfort of your lover’s room and let him coddle you like he loved to do.

“As lovely as your attempts are, princess, we do not have time to shed wasteful tears over a few peasant bodies.” A dry, dismissive voice cut you off before you could conclude; the callousness in his mention of the ‘peasants’- including your own people- made your fists curl. An older man from a neighbouring kingdom waved his hand dismissively as he sat back in his chair, swirling his goblet lazily. He barely spared you a glance, shaking his head as he continued with a bored expression,

“We deploy soldiers to protect these peasants. What do they need to fear? They are expected to provide mass harvests, and we deploy mass protection. If they do not know how to serve their kingdoms, why should we prioritise the preservation of such useless people?” 

Your breath stopped, eyes widening as you turned to him directly, yet you sensed Loki go deadly still in your peripheral, noticing the way he caught the dagger, blade facing up, holding it a little tighter as the lord spoke.

“Their families are starving enough as it is. They do not control the weather, nor the integrity of the soil! We cannot possibly place more expectations-”

“If they were worried about providing for their kingdoms, they would not be so reckless in their breeding, princess. If they were smarter, they’d sacrifice a few of those runts to gain more supplies. That, my dear, is why the rich stay rich, and the poor stay poor.” He droned on, the lord’s beady eyes finally looking at you, up and down slowly before his lip curled in a sneer,

“Perhaps their ‘starvation’ is simply a thinness they’ve earnt from working as hard as they have. Not that one might expect you to understand, princess.” The comment left a bitter taste in your mouth, making your throat tighten as the room suddenly went cold. You felt as if every pair of eyes watched you- scrutinising your rounder, curvier appearance compared to others. Granted, you weren’t the most ‘conforming’ to society’s beauty standards as far as princesses went within the nine realms, but you had believed your curvier body type was representative- beautiful- despite the criticisms. Yet the current whispers that swirled from around the room, the stares that your paranoia sucked in greedily, it made you want to crumble in a little heap and wither. In that moment, your stomach tightened, as if it would never eat again, and you felt yourself sucking in, straightening your posture subconsciously at his twisted, barbed retort.

“What exactly are you trying to imply?” The voice that spoke up was not your own but rather, the God of Mischief who stayed reclined. You watched him, slowly twirling his dagger between his fingers again- a calculating, threatening display of dexterity that made the bystanders in the room stiffen- while he cocked his head the way a beast would before devouring its prey. You had been on the receiving end of that stare many a time, but his eyes would not gleam with murderous intent; rather a hunger, as if you were a Goddess offering your nectar to a starving man. Yet even that memory couldn’t quell the uneasiness you felt as you slowly sat down, still silent.

“I did not say you could sit, princess.”

Your thighs had barely touched the edge of the chair as you froze, eyes flicking up to meet Loki’s who watched you with that mischievous gleam; plotting, planning, the way he usually was. You tried to shake your head, not wanting to be in the spotlight any longer, but he nodded, pointing his dagger at you as if it were a goblet- finally stirring something in you at his protectiveness,

“I’d like to hear you finish,” Your thighs squeezed together at the implication, “Your ideas seemed very promising- far more fulfilling than the vitriol I’ve heard during the earlier half of this forsaken meeting.” Huffs and murmurs of protest started, before being hushed as Thor- a supporter of your’s and his brother’s private relationship- cleared his throat, nodding at you to continue.

You hesitated, swallowing thickly as you slowly stood up again, voice considerably less confident than before as you completed your proposal, which had left the other participants nodding or murmuring contemplatively to those next to them. The lord who had insulted you simply rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his goblet before chiming in again- as if he couldn’t help himself-

“Ah, yes. The people’s princess. Forgive me for being so ‘out of order’,” His sneer told you the exact opposite as he sat back with a sigh, “At least they’ll know who to come to for meat if your lands are ever amidst a siege.” He muttered under his breath, earning a few malicious sneers and snickers, and as Loki snarled, Thor banged his hammer against the table,

“That will conclude this meeting. We will return later, when we have remembered how to behave like proper royals, and not barbaric animals.” He growled, the threat evident in his voice. You didn’t meet Loki’s gaze as you ducked your head, the first one to leave the meeting hall with tears that welled quickly.

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“I never want to go to another meeting again.”

“Oh, my darling, don’t say that.” He murmured, pressing kisses to the crown of your head as you buried your face against his torso. He had been laid back against the headboard of his bed, waiting for you after the meeting with his arms out wide as soon as you entered, and you crawled into them with teary eyes, sniffling as you lay in between his legs, face nuzzled against his torso as you cried a little.

“I feel absolutely humiliated!”

“My darling- my little Goddess- your father sends you as a representative to these meetings because he sees your brilliance, as do I-”

“Yet they all laughed at me!”

“Nobody would dare, my love, not unless they wanted my daggers carving out their insides.” His voice had remained soothing as he cooed praises, one hand rubbing your back while the other loosened the ties of your dress, letting you relax more, breathing freely as the corset underneath the bodice stopped crushing your chest and compressing your internal organs.

“He was right.”

“Who, love?” He hummed, barely listening to your vent, more focused on soothing you and your body- his vice, as he’d tell you whenever he was in between your legs, or looking up at you as you’d ride him- only to pause at your next words.

“The lord.” You sniffled, looking up at him with teary eyes as you shuffled slightly, climbing up him to rest your head against his chest.

“The lord? The lord is an insignificant fool- a worm who has been left alive to wriggle for too long. You are wonderful, beloved-”

“Loki.” You groaned, sullen as you hid your face against his neck, not in the mood for sympathy- regardless of how sincere it may have been.

“Be honest with yourself!” You snapped, the anger not even anger at all, but a storm of self-doubt, harsh self-criticism and insecurity,

“All these nobles see is a frumpy pig in pearls & frilly dresses, alright? So let us say it for what it is. I am fat. I am fat, and hard to look at, and I don’t even look like a proper princess-”

“Never,” He had flipped you both over faster than you could blink, his snarl protective as he grabbed your face with his left hand, pinning your hands above your head on the pillow with your right, rearranging your positions with that unfair godly strength he possessed, “Utter that filth again.”

Your tears had stopped in their tracks; doe eyes wide as you looked up at him, pouty lips parted in shock, face slightly flushed from crying.

“For as long as the sun brings day, and the moon calls night, I never want to hear you utter such horrid curses. Not a damn word. Do you hear me?” He growled, fingers holding your chin firmly before his hand cupped the side of your face instead, thumb brushing away the tears that lingered before he rubbed at the soft squish of your cheek. His index and thumb pinched at the apples of your cheek- the only apples he’d crave as long as he lived- gently, before kissing either side of your face.

“You are the only woman in all nine realms I love. You are the only woman I want; be it above me, beneath me or by my side. You may be the people’s princess, but you are a queen to me. The only woman I would kneel for- be it in the comfort of our bed chambers, or in the middle of the damn courtyard. Understand?” His words reverberated in your ears, rattling around your puddle of a brain before slinking over your heart and straight down to your core. The warmth he had triggered when he defended you during the meeting came back again in full force, your breathing hitching as you gawked up at him, before finally nodding dumbly, as if you had lost all ability to speak.

“If this is truly how you feel, then I must be punished for failing you.”

You blinked, trying to understand where he was going with this- your sulky voice a mere squeak as you echoed his words,

“P… punished?-”

“Oh, yes. Severely punished, for failing to present just how infatuated I am.” He murmured lowly as if this was a grave offence, his cock stirring in his pants as he saw your brain working behind your eyes; the way the words clicked and the way your thighs squeezed together, making your cheeks redden as your lips quivered.

“If I have to fuck my love into you for you to remember how beautiful you are, then I will make sure neither of us leave this bed until I have done it successfully.” His voice had taken a husky dive, your stomach coiling as your chest puffed up, nipples pebbling beneath the layers of fabric making up the bodice of your dress. Your body responded for you, tears drying to accommodate the curious twinkles of desire that began to shine through instead. His hands moved slowly, grabbing at the clothed flesh of your shapely hips, before slowly moving up over your body- your heart racing, even skipping a few beats from the intensity that he stared at you with- before his palms cupped your breasts. The soft mounds of your body could not simply be contained by a God’s measly palm, as if testament to your beauty, and he groaned at the sight, before grabbing his dagger impatiently, making you squeak,

“Loki!” You grabbed his hand, “I like this gown.” You mumbled, the lust glazing over your irises, making him huff softly before discarding the small weapon, only to pull you to sit up right on the bed with him, ridding you of the garment as he pulled it off.

“I could have bought you ten more. Ten more dresses to adorn this heavenly body.” His praise was a hungry growl- the timbre of his voice becoming more and more telling of his lustful desires- as his lips found purchase against the top of your breasts, making you gasp as his hands grabbed at the globes of your rear- his cock twitching at each whimper, straining unbearably against his pants as he beheld you. His princess. His darling. 

And he’d happily slaughter anyone who threatened your comfort.

“Look at yourself, princess,”

His hands turned you around like you were a ragdoll, squeezing your hips as he pressed his own against the flesh of your ass, making you whine softly as you shut your eyes, knowing exactly where he had positioned you both. He knelt behind you on the bed, making you sit on your knees while he peeked over your shoulder, resting his chin on the surface, his icy eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of his bed after a soft squeeze of your breast made your eyes flutter open.

“Loki-”

“Hush, my darling. I know what you want… my needy little princess. My precious girl.”

His praises only made your cunt clench eagerly, the emptiness making you whine as your eyes followed the way his hands roamed over you in the mirror. Where you saw cellulite and stretch marks, he saw health. Where you saw rolls of fat and pudginess, he saw comfort. Your breasts were his pillows, your thighs his ear muffs during the colder seasons; your body was his home, and he planned to show you just how much it all meant to him. How much you meant to him.

“You know, darling, in Jotunheim… where I was born?” A squeeze of your left breast, fingers gently capturing your nipple between them to toy with while he murmured in your ear between kisses,

“The male giants believe that the bigger their mate, the healthier their children would be. And for you, my princess, the giants would see curves like yours and go to war in your name.” He hummed, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while he teased your body gently, your breathy whines and heedy noises making him feral. Your eyes widened at his words, before his other hand cupped your mound, barely giving you time to adjust before his teeth marked your skin, making you moan abruptly. You saw the way he smiled wolfishly in the reflection of the mirror, his low chuckle alluring to your senses as he purred in your ear,

“Does that appeal to you, princess? Wielding the knowledge that your body alone appeals to my base desires- my primal needs?” He growled the word accordingly, and you bucked your hips back into his clothed cock while his fingers sampled the wetness pooling in the apex between your thighs. 

“Loki-”

“Allow me, my love, to make you feel like a queen tonight.”

As if he didn’t do that anyway.

He pulled away, before lying down with his head near the foot of the bed, so you’d see your reflection as he pulled you up to straddle his chest.

“My face is your throne, beloved. And I’d like to taste everything you have to offer.” He murmured, making your heart leap up to your throat, before plummeting straight down to your stomach as he wrapped his arms around your pillowy thighs, the sensation of him handling you making you squeak. Once your dripping cunt was hovering over his face, he groaned softly, as if he had been starving, and your hands braced his arms gently as you mumbled his name, before inclining your head. He watched curiously, before realising his mistake and let magic dissolve his clothing, leaving you both equally bare, his cock jumping at the way your thighs squeezed slightly, enjoying the sight of his nakedness.

Without further ado, he pulled you down- the movement making you squeal lightly- until your lower lips connected with his. He pressed a loving kiss to your mound- the feeling making you shiver- his tongue poking out at your glistening folds, tasting your honey greedily as he lapped at you. The taste of you made his cock jump, combined with the string of moans and mewls you released while his tongue wrote a love letter between your legs. You cried out his name in a strained moan, hands immediately grabbing at his silken locks for some sort of stability while he smothered himself in your nectar, absolutely drinking you in like you were his last meal. Every single time he did this, it always managed to get better and better- how? You had no damn clue.

“Look at yourself for me, pet.” His voice sounded in your muddled brain, despite his mouth being occupied, making you look up towards the mirror in shock, only to notice a slightly greenish tinge to your eyes- green from his magic as you realised he was looking through your eyes, both of you watching the sight of yourself atop his face. The both of you enjoyed the way your body jerked and jumped in the mirror as his head moved eagerly, hands squeezing at the plump fat of your inner thighs as he ate you out eagerly, like it was his favourite activity.

“You know it is.” His wicked, wicked voice of liquid sex appeal reverberated, making you whine, unable to even scowl from the way his tongue kept your eyes fluttering shut; only to feel his teeth nip at your inner thigh, a silent reminder to keep them open and on the mirror.

“You’re going to watch yourself, and watch the beauty that I am blessed with, as I make you come. Do you understand me, princess?”

You nodded dumbly, giving in to his demands as you weakly rode his face, his hands moving your hips along as he groaned into your mound, nose nudging the top of your wet cunt while his tongue stroked you, delving past and into your hole, making your gasp break into a weak whine as your head lolled back. Your brain was fuzzy, and you found yourself whining his name- which only made him harder and harder while he moaned at the taste, feeling and sound of you. If fate were to have him at your feet, only to serve you, he’d happily give up his titles to do so; especially with the way you looked above him right now. Soon enough, he was pulling an orgasm from you- your voice increasing higher in pitch, cracking more and more as you grunted and whimpered between moans, your breathing uneven as you tried your best to watch yourself, or more importantly, him between your legs. His neglected cock wept with beads of pre-cum from the blissful torture of hearing you, yet not being used to please you. He could have come from your moans alone, but he held back, determined to drive his point home- as well as drive into you.

“Oh, Loki- Loki I’m- mmm- I- ah-”

“It’s alright, darling. I’m right here.”

“I’m so close- so close-”

“Come for me, princess. My beautiful, beautiful princess.”

His coo made you squeak, before crying out as your release slammed into you, warmth flooding your lower stomach and gushing out, with Loki groaning happily as you sated his hunger yet again. You watched yourself, the way your eyes were half-lidded, the way you had some sort of blissful after-glow after he pulled such an orgasm from your core. You trembled slightly, whimpering as he gently guided your legs back, helping to shuffle you until you were resting against his painfully neglected erection- flinching slightly as he hissed upon feeling the warmth of your plush thighs snug against his hips, and the warmth radiating off your needy cunt.

“There you are… there’s my girl… my beautiful girl.” 

He groaned huskily, pushing himself up to kiss you, making you mewl at the taste of yourself on his lips, on his tongue as it swirled against yours in a hedonistic display.

“Are you convinced yet, my love? Or shall I continue until you have no choice but to agree?” He was absolutely drunk off of your essence as he asked it, his hips lifting up into you lightly, rubbing himself against your wetness as he watched your eyes flutter shut for a moment to enjoy the feeling of himagainst your slit. Seeing the way he was so determined to please you, it made your mind reel; the fondness in his gaze as he watched you come, the tenderness he showered you with as he kissed you, before leaning back on his elbows, looking at you like that? It certainly made something in your brain switch.

“I…” You bit your lip, before nodding as you mustered up the courage, “I want to watch myself ride you.”

As soon as you said that, you could have sworn Loki whimpered- your eyes widening as he grabbed at your hips- pawing at you like he was some desperate concubine.

“Please- please ride me, my princess. Please, let me watch you- let me see through your eyes.” He murmured, leaning up to latch onto one of your heavy breasts, his tongue warm against your hardened nipple; the sensation making you gasp a breathy “Yes,” earning a hungry groan as he shifted, aligning himself with your entrance. You glanced down at where his mouth found purchase against your chest, his eyes on you as he pulled away, probably to kiss you, only to freeze as he felt you begin to sink down on him slowly.

You both gasped softly, before moaning together at the sensation- as if you two didn’t do this many times before- his head tilting back and his eyes screwing shut.

“Oh, my princess- my beautiful girl- Norns, you feel so good-” He growled out, hands grabbing your hips like a lifeline as he let you set the pace. Your attention, however, was focused on the mirror as you watched yourself, from the way your curves rippled with each moment of impact, to the way his hands grabbed at your soft, comforting flesh; fingers digging into the comfort of your skin for solace. Your warm, tight cunt gripped him for dear life as you rolled your body against his, hands splayed against his chest as you bounced so nicely.

The fat head of his cock found your spot easily- his sensitive tip prodding against your gummy walls over and over- eliciting gasps of his name as you watched his shaft disappear into you over and over.

“Who’s my princess?”

He cooed, his voice like velvet, making you clench more around him- to which he chuckled at- before flexing his hips up into you, helping you feel all of him as you impaled yourself on his wide cock. You could only whine at his praise, your cheeks warming as your hands flinched up to hide your face, only for his hands to catch your wrists and pull them back to his chest,

“Ah, ah. That’s not what I asked, darling. I said,” His hips bucked up into you to prove his point, the harsh, sudden thrust making you moan,

“Who’s my princess?”

Your brain was practically a gushing puddle of matter, your face the epitome of raw, unadulterated pleasure. You had stopped watching the mirror, eyes blurring as you lost yourself in the pulses of that warm, wonderful feeling he gifted you with every time the tip of him hit your spongy walls, yet you mumbled out an almost incoherent, “I am,” earning you a growl of approval and

More.

Hard.

Thrusts.

Thrusts that left you moaning and whining helplessly as you grabbed at his hands, fingers interlacing together as your body tightened again from the sensitivity of your recent orgasm, and the sensation of your wonderful body clenching around him made the God groan your name, along with curses in an old language that sent warmth thrumming for you. Your mewls joined his groans in a raw melody of love and lust; his infatuation with you seeming to grow stronger with every thrust, every beautiful, sinful noise you made.

“Tell me darling, do you like what you see?”

His voice was strained as he fucked up into you, his arms wrapping around your hips, holding you flush against him while he bucked his hips. The combined sounds of wet arousal from your cunt, and skin slapping against skin as his thighs smacked against your plush rear, made you squeak out his name, barely registering his words.

“So beautiful, my princess… My Goddess, my beautiful girl.” He grunted, his eyes glazed over with lust, yet the expression he gave you was nothing but adoration before he slowed his thrusts suddenly. You blinked, whimpering a noise of confusion before he repositioned you with careful movements, laying you across his bed and parallel to the mirror opposite, so you both could watch the scene that played out together as he slid back inside you again, hands gripping your hips as he restrained his thrusts to slow rolls, the gentle, consistent pace making you sigh, toes curling as he peppered your body with kisses.

“I should worship you properly, my darling- should fill you with my seed ‘til you give me a bunch of beautiful little heirs.” He groaned, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watched you, while your eyes watched the mirror, meeting his gaze for the moment to nod- the both of you like irresponsible teenagers as he humped into you desperately- your own lip caught between your teeth, eyes all wide and innocent-like, which made him growl and increase the pace of his hips.

“Do you want that, my pretty Goddess? Want me to worship you properly?” He grabbed your face, turning your head to face him as your lips caught in a searing kiss. He swallows your moans greedily, guttural noises sounding from the back of his throat as he kissed you over and over.

“Please, Loki.”

You barely recognised your voice, with how soft and whiny it was, and your body was absolutely sensitive- his thrusts sending jolts of pleasure so strong that it ruined the integrity of your muscles- your legs trembling as he cupped under your thighs, folding you over slightly and swearing as he felt your body tighten greedily, as if you were anticipating his release.

“Mm? Tell me, my darling, tell me what you need of me. How can I reward you, my princess?”

His voice had lowered huskily as he repeatedly buried himself within you. The action had you seeing stars, making you cry out for him before you pleaded weakly,

“Please, please- I want you to come-”

You pawed at his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as best you could while you kissed him. Your pleas fell on listening ears, and the God rewarded you with a guttural groan, one specific thrust forcing out an orgasm you didn’t even know was building- the action making you all but keen for him- as your body clenched. Your mound tightened around him with the intent to milk him dry, and he finally let himself come- slamming his hips into you with a sense of finality- while he groaned your name over and over like a prayer, his forehead resting against yours as you both panted, with his cock twitching and jumping as he drained himself, every last hot rope of white painting your pretty walls. He stayed in you until he softened, as if to make real on his promise of fucking his love into you, before he collapsed beside you on the bed with a hum of content.

You had both come down from your highs together, and he had wrapped you up in his arms to pepper your face with kisses as he whispered sweet nothings and that made you giggle.

“Shall I kill that lord, for you, my love?”

“Loki.”

“It is but an innocent suggestion, my princess. Only to work in your favour.”

“Loki.”

“Alright, alright. But you must admit, I did do what I said I would, no?”

“Gods help me.”

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: i hope you guys love this as much as i did! pls feel free to request any time!! <3 L'autunno ch:5 & 6 are definitely otw, as well as another req for (you guessed it) Loki!! hehe. thank you for reading, my loves!!

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A Show of Temptation

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Summary: The show must go on! …But who will be the first to break in your and Loki’s game of temptation?

Content Warnings: Teasing, elements of exhibitionism, hints of jealous!Loki, dom!Loki, sub!reader, mirror sex, praise, degradation (use of the word “whore”), a touch of dacryphilia, and a little aftercare (<3).

Notes: Everybody send lots of birthday (month) love and wishes to the love of my life, @fandxmslxt69! Do it, neowwww!!!! (This is her gift, after all~) 🥳💕🎁

I've turned this little fic idea around and around in my head ever since we had this interaction, which was almost a year ago but feels like yesterday. (And, of course, none of this could have happened without the amazing and talented original artist, @grrrenadine!)

Also, I didn’t realize until I was almost done writing this, but some parts of this piece lowkey (Hehe! Get it?) remind me of Lesson Not Learnt. So, I guess this is a tribute as well as a gift. 😅

Word Count: 4,151

Dividers by @saradika

“The supernatural hour is at hand!” A disembodied voice boomed throughout the theater. “Please take your seats, and prepare to be amazed by the mischievous man of mystery, Loki, and his breathtaking assistant in magnificence, Y/N!”

That was our cue. Loki and I pushed through a set of curtains, arms interlocked as we strode to center stage.

With a wave of his free arm, he silenced the roaring cheers of the crowd in front of us. Before he even began to speak, everything about him commanded attention from the audience. Even offstage, he carried himself with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, but he always had the intelligence and skillfulness to hold weight to it.

Tonight, he stood beside me in a sleek, neatly tailored black suit, paired with a green silk tie around his neck, which served as his outfit’s pop of color. My eyes continued to trail up his body, following the collar of his shirt before reaching the sharp cheekbones just below his piercing gaze. I used to think that he could see straight through me. He was so generally intuitive that I figured, in a way, he could.

On the other hand, my revealing costume didn’t help me retain any sense of mystery. I wore an emerald green sequined bodysuit with equally green elbow-length satin gloves. The only thing left to cover my legs was a pair of translucent tights. The costume left very little of my body to the imagination.

Every time I stepped onstage with Loki, I felt vulnerable, but I also felt safe. Had we not sold out every show we put on, I would have even found the experience intimate. As I worked with him onstage, he made me feel that was where I deserved to be, and with each show we put on together, I quickly managed to grow a confidence of my own.

Finally, after another moment of silent anticipation, Loki spoke, not even needing to raise his voice as the audience eagerly ate up his usual pre-show spiel. “Good evening to each and every one of you. Welcome to, not a show, but an experience of magic and mischief.” His eyes sparkled, holding promise for tonight’s show. Magic and mischief, indeed. “Tonight, with the help of my beautiful assistant, I will make you see and feel things that will leave you questioning the very world around you…”

I knew his introduction by heart at this point, so I allowed my thoughts to drift into more dangerous territory, mentally undressing the man I had interlocked arms with as the softness of his voice filled my ears, but the words stopped finding my consciousness.

I imagined that same voice talking me through it as he slowly thrusted in and out of me, our fingers interlocked as he held my hand. His soft hair would fall around our faces as the emerald green glow of his eyes in the low light would trail along my body, appraising me as he flattered me with sweet nothings and praise that seemed to roll off of his tongue with ease. How skilled he was with that silver tongue…

“Darling,” Loki’s sudden shift in tone snapped me out of my trance. “I believe I just asked you to grab the props for our first trick.”

“Oh!” I felt my cheeks grow warm as I rushed offstage, towards a small table that had a black top hat set atop it. The audience laughed at my absent-mindedness, adding to my embarrassment.

As my hands grabbed the corners of the velvet tablecloth, a naughty idea bloomed in my mind. The show was already off to a bit of a shaky start, on account of my excessive daydreaming, so I thought I’d made it up to Loki. I figured it was a good thing our nighttime shows only allowed adult audience members. After all, tonight was a good night for a little teasing.

I couldn’t help the smirk that curved at the corners of my lips as I wheeled the table over, making sure to sway my hips with each step. Sparks ignited under my skin as Loki’s eyes trailed over my body, his gaze seeming to caress each curve, dip, and contour my suit clung to.

“Here you go, my love~” I set the table right in front of him.

“Thank you, darling.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips as I rested my hand on his shoulder. 

Then, I scurried offstage to prepare my- I mean- his next trick.

As he amazed the audience by summoning the illusion of a rabbit to pull out of the hat on the table, I gathered the props for our cup-and-ball trick.

Once the gasps and and awed chatter from the audience died down, I wheeled over the next small table. Arriving in front of Loki, I spun myself around and kicked the previous table with the back of my heel, sending it wheeling backstage. Someone in the audience whistled, setting off a chain of scattered catcalls.

“Putting on a show tonight, are we?” He purred into my ear as his hands slid around my waist, guiding me in front of where he stood.

“Of course,” I whispered back, “Isn’t that what we’re here for?”

“You clever minx… Two can play at that game…” I felt his chest shake against my back with soft laughter before he spoke loud enough for the audience to hear again. “In front of us are three cups, but only one red rubber ball. Care to assist me in mixing them up, my dear?”

“Gladly,” I trapped the ball under the middle cup before shuffling them with practiced ease.

Though my movements looked sporadic and careless, I actually moved with rapid precision, my eyes never leaving the cup with the ball under it. All the while, I felt Loki’s hands trail along my costumed hips, and I was overly aware of his breath at my ear as he softly gripped my thighs.

I bit my bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape me as I was struck with a pang of desire. Damnit! He was too good at this. I had to be better.

Feeling myself fill with a playfully competitive spirit, I dropped my hands from the cup, tapping the back of Loki’s leg three times to signal that the ball was under the cup to the left. But, instead of dropping my hand right after, I kept it there, using my grip on it to pull myself closer to him.

“Now that the cups have been shuffled, I will reveal which one the ball remains under.” He announced.

In reality, he’d already used his seidr to make the ball appear invisible, so the audience would believe that it had completely disappeared.

His deft hands went to work lifting each cup with dramatic flair. “Nothing under cup number one… nor under cup number two… and- Hah-” Loki cleared his throat to hide the moan I elicited from him once I began slowly grinding back against his crotch.

A satisfied smirk spread across my face as I felt a faint twitch from behind me.

Loki finally recovered before lifting the last cup, revealing nothing. The crowd gasped in awe before erupting into applause.

Loki’s hands found their way back to my hips before he murmured by my ear. “You sneaky thing. That’s hardly fair…”

I softly giggled, reaching up to caress his face. “I don’t remember us making any rules.”

The applause began to die down, and for a moment, I could have sworn that I saw a glint of pride in Loki’s eyes.

“Enough with the party tricks.” He let me go, and I immediately missed the feeling of his hands on my body. “Now’s the time to truly astound our audience.”

“With pleasure~” I purred as I strutted backstage.

I wheeled over a longer table with an openable wooden box attached to its top.

“Allow me.” Loki took me in his arms, hooking one under my legs to rest me within the open box. Only my head and legs were left peeking out.

He then secured the latches on the box, locking me inside. “Comfortable?”

“Ye-” I gasped as I felt his touch slide up my leg–that which he could reach–and it was enough for me to feel a fluttering between my thighs. “Yes…”

Damnit! Of course he’d take the opportunity to tease me while I was locked up. Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

“I’m sure this next trick needs no explanation.” He announced as he raised a handsaw in the air. “Though, I must assure you, my dear assistant will escape this one unscathed.” He positioned the saw over the middle of the box and winked down at me. “Ready, darling?”

“Ready, my love~” My eyes were glued to the saw.

I wasn’t nervous. This next trick was purely illusion. The saw wasn’t even real. That was why I had to watch it carefully. I had to be able to see how close it was to me, because once it neared where my body was…

“Mmmm…” I rolled my eyes and tilted my head back as the illusion of the saw passed through me.

The audience got a kick out of my feigned ecstasy, erupting into laughter. Meanwhile, I opened my eyes just in time to see Loki’s lip twitch. He was completely unreadable.

Finally, a smirk broke across his face, and he tossed the saw offstage. It disappeared behind the curtains in a burst of green before he began to work the locks on my box.

“It would seem my assistant is more interested in being a little temptress tonight.” He helped me down from the table before effortlessly sending it wheeling backstage.

This was weird. He’d never stopped mid-trick before. What was he planning?

“Stay put, if you will, darling.” He booped my nose. “I’ll fetch this next one.”

He walked offstage, and I mentally panicked. Had I gone too far?

Loki returned with a tall box. He brought it over to me and opened the door.

“There we are.” He then approached me and guided me in by my hips. “Since you’ve been so keen on distracting us tonight, how about we make you disappear for the time being?”

The audience gasped in wonder as he positioned me inside the box, and he leaned in to growl by my ear. “I can’t imagine you being a little tease for this one.”

With that, he shut me inside, plummeting me into complete darkness. That was when I knew I hadn’t gone too far. In fact, I hadn’t gone far enough. As soon as I heard the clinking of a lock, a smirk spread across my face. He was testing me. Challenge accepted…

This trick fully depended on me. As Loki gave his spiel to buy me time, I was supposed to slip behind the fake back of the box, hidden from the audience’s view once he opened the door.

But, how could I resist using the quick-change skills that he and I learned for our past shows in Vegas? So, I got to work in the dark, being careful not to hit the walls and tip off Loki–or worse, the audience–as to what I was doing.

Satisfied with my work, I leaned against one side of the box, crossing one leg over the other as I rested my free hand on my hip.

“And with that…” Loki threw the box open. “She’s- Oh, Norns!”

The audience gasped in shock. There I stood, in nothing but the lacy green underwear I wore under my bodysuit. There were whoops and whistles from the crowd, and once my eyes found Loki’s, I licked my lips.

He was utterly frozen. I’d never seen him in such a state of shock. Had I actually managed to catch him off guard? His wide eyes dipped up and down my body, unsure of where to focus.

He finally seemed to come back to his senses–Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard–before slamming the door back shut. “And it looks like that’s all we have for our show tonight! Thank you for coming, and we hope you had a magnificent time.”

I heard the roaring cheers of the audience begin as the box started to move. Then, they started to slowly fade just before dying out entirely.

It was only after a moment of silence that Loki spoke. “Don’t bother putting your costume back on.” His voice sounded close, as if he was right by my ear. “You won’t be needing that for what I’ll be doing with you.”

My pulse started to thrum in my ears as I awaited my fate with nervous, yet eager, anticipation. Suddenly, the door flew open, and I was whisked into another room while my eyes were still adjusting to the light.

My back hit a wall, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to knock the wind out of me as Loki pinned me against it. He only needed one hand to hold my wrists above my head, the other gripped the bare skin of my hip.

“What was that?” He breathed, his face inches from mine. “Hm? What was that stunt you pulled out there?”

“I- I-” I stammered, at a loss for words.

“What’s the matter?” He cooed. “Suddenly feeling shy? You certainly weren’t just a few moments ago.”

“I- I didn’t mean anything by it.” I gulped. “I just wanted to-”

“To what?” Loki growled. “To parade yourself in front of an audience like a common whore?”

“I-”

“I don’t remember saying I was finished speaking.”

I shut my mouth, embarrassment flooding my cheeks.

“So, what?” He went on. “You risk ruining our show just to show off your body to our paying viewers? Hm? To take us from a magic show to a peep show?” When I didn’t immediately respond, he barked, “Answer me.”

“N- no…” My voice came out small. Pathetic, even.

“Then, what?” Loki spat.

“I just wanted you.” Was I whining? I wasn’t sure. My heart was pounding too loud in my ears for me to hear myself clearly.

I noticed a small smirk twitch at his lip before he managed to hide it. “You did this to get my attention?”

“Yes.” I squeaked.

His expression softened, but his grip on my wrists and waist tightened. “Oh, my darling pet,” His tongue darted over his lips as he appraised me. “You do realize that all you need to do to have me is ask, yes?”

“I’m sorry.” And I was. I didn’t mean to take my antics too far.

“What’s done is done.” He softly chuckled. “And besides,” He moved one of my hands to the crotch of his pants. “Your little performance worked.”

My eyes widened at the feel of his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers. I almost felt weak in the knees as I was hit with a strong pang of desire.

“However,” My eyes snapped back up to meet his when he continued. “Now that you have my attention, it would do you well to prepare for the consequences of that.”

“I’m ready.” I breathed. “I don’t care how. I just want you.”

He suddenly spun me around, my back against his chest as he turned us to face a nearby vanity. It was then that I realized we were in his dressing room.

“My darling pet,” He purred by my ear as one of his hands slid along my skin to cup my breast. “You have no idea what you’ve just asked for.”

I shuddered as his other hand moved from my hip to the hem of my panties. “Please…”

“Please, what?” He murmured as his lips neared my neck.

“Please- Ah-” My legs quivered as his hand dipped into my panties to tease fingers between my folds.

“Gods,” He panted between kisses on my neck. “Already so wet for me,”

“Hah… Loki…” I moaned, lightly bucking my hips in a desperate attempt to get more friction. “Please…”

“Still wanting more?” He gently chided. “You’re needy tonight.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but another moan tumbled from my lips as Loki’s passionate kisses quickly shifted to possessive bites.

An animalistic growl escaped his throat as he began to slowly grind against me from behind. “The things you do to me, girl… I have no more patience to summon.” He paused his movements to walk me towards his vanity. “I have to have you… Now.”

I whimpered as he pulled his hand away from my panties before he quickly bent me over. Letting out a yelp of surprise, I threw my hands in front of me to catch myself on the desk.

My eyes found the mirror in front of me and locked onto Loki’s reflection. His face was flushed, a sheen of sweat collecting on his brow. He appraised me with wild eyes, and took a moment to loosen his tie as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing before his chest continued rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

He deftly hooked a finger into my panties before effortlessly ripping them off and tossing them into a tattered heap on the ground. Then, he tore my bra off of me in the same fashion.

I licked my lips in anticipation as I felt the soft touch of his hand against the curve of my ass.

He softly rubbed it before giving it a squeeze. “Mmm, glorious…”

I felt him let go before the clinking of him undoing his belt filled the silence between us, sending a jolt of excitement into the pit of my stomach.

Finally, the clinking stopped, and I bit my lip as electricity crackled underneath my fingertips. I saw his arm in the motion of slowly stroking himself as he lined up with my entrance.

“Oh, darling…” He murmured as he ran a hand down my spine. “Take a deep breath for me.”

Take a deep breath? Confused, I did as he asked just before he pushed in with a single thrust, quickly filling me up as he bottomed out.

I cried out, my nails scratching the wood of the vanity as I scrambled to grip something. Anything.

I’d just barely adjusted before he gripped my hips and set a brutal pace, sliding almost fully out of me before slamming back in.

“Ah-” I squeezed my eyes shut as I was dizzy with pleasure. Loki was all I could feel, and all I could hear.

His primal grunts reached my ears as I slowly made sense of his praise. “That’s it… Mmh… You’re taking me so well… Ah- G- Gods- You look so perfect around my cock…”

“Loki…” I groaned as my back arched.

“Yes,” He panted. “Don’t forget who’s filling you up like this… Hah… Who’s making you feel this good… Mmh…”

My nails etched grooves into the wood of his vanity as he managed to keep up his merciless rhythm.

“You wanted this?” He grunted. “You wanted me to fuck you into submission? Mmh… To use you like a little cockslut? Ah- Like my little cockslut?”

I was so overwhelmed with ecstasy, I almost didn’t notice the tears beginning to stream down my face. Was I wearing makeup? My reflection was too blurry for me to see.

“Oh, Norns…” Loki groaned. “You look so perfect- Mmh- when you’re overcome with pleasure… Hah… So divine… Ngh… when you cry for me…”

The switch between praise and degradation nearly gave me whiplash. I couldn’t decide which one my body liked more. Seeing as each one made my cunt clench around his delicious cock, I decided I was eager to have more of both.

I felt the pressure mounting in my core as I approached my peak, and by the slight sloppiness creeping into his thrusts, I could tell he was close, too.

“Oh, darling,” I could have sworn his voice curled into a whimper. “Cum for me… Mmh- I need to feel you- F- Fuck- clench around me…”

That was all he needed to send me over the edge.

“L- Loki!” I cried out as my eyes rolled back.

I saw a flash of white, then for a moment, nothing. All I could do was feel. I felt wood chips from the vanity dig into my fingernails as I attempted to tighten my grip, and I felt the vibrations of my loud moans escaping my throat.

But, stronger than the rest of the sensations in my body, I felt my inner walls flutter around Loki’s cock as I came around it, as well as the way he unceasingly pistoned in and out of me, helping me ride out my high. Each drag of his cock sent another twinge of weakness into my knees. I was certain that, had he not been holding me by my hips, and had I not been bent over on his vanity, I would have keeled over.

I was still only semi-coherent when his cock twitched, and Loki sharply pulled me flush against him, spilling his release inside me.

“F- fuck!” Loki’s cry broke through the haze in my mind. “Ohhh, yes…”

My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I was able to refocus on was his reflection. His head was thrown back as his shoulders and chest moved in time with his heavy breathing and panting.

As he came down from his high, and he lowered his head to look at me, I saw the small wisps of hair that stuck to his still flushed face. He loosened his grip on my hips, which I’d almost forgotten he’d been holding, and rubbed the red marks apologetically. They would bruise over by the morning, and I’d admire them each chance I got. His marks on me. Proof that I was his.

I finally caught a look at myself in the mirror, and I looked ghoulish. As it would turn out, I was wearing makeup, and mascara tears made a mess of my cheeks, which also shone with sweat.

“Oh, dear…” Loki slowly helped me up, taking care not to pull out just yet. “Was I too rough with you?”

I swayed the smallest bit before he righted me, holding me against his chest. I was still catching my breath, so I couldn’t find the voice to respond just yet.

He tried to wipe my tears away with his thumb, frowning as he pulled away to rub my ruined mascara between his thumb and forefinger.

Instead, he resolved to cup the side of my face with his hand. “Breathe for me, darling. Just breathe. I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

I silently nodded before he pulled out of me, and I squeezed my legs shut as our shared mess began to drip down them. It was absolutely filthy, and it felt amazing.

“I’ve got you,” Loki picked me up bridal-style and carried me over to a small green sofa to lay me down. “There we are.” He gently stroked my cheek, and my eyes fluttered shut under his sweet caress. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” I croaked.

“Thank the Norns.” Loki chuckled before conjuring a glass of water for me. “You had me worried for a moment.”

“Sorry.” I gave a small smile as he helped me sit up to take a sip of water.

I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. “And you weren’t too rough, by the way.”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “It was perfect.” At least, that was what I said. What I wanted to imply was, You could fuck me senseless any day.

“Good.” Loki’s mouth twitched into a smirk, almost as if he heard my filthy thought. “Though I do hope I’ve discouraged you from assisting me in any future shows with such… obscenity.”

“Are you kidding?” I giggled. “Now that I know this is how teasing you ends, I’m gonna tease you at every show!”

“Oh, gods…” Loki massaged the bridge of his nose. “What have I started?”

“I’m just kidding.” I gently coaxed Loki’s hand away from his face. “From now on, I’ll behave onstage. Okay?”

In one fluid motion, Loki lifted me up and sat down on the sofa, pulling me into his lap. “That’s more like it.” He gave me a peck on the cheek.

I rested my head in the crook of his neck, melting into his hold on me. “Well, I’ll behave most of the time.”

Loki’s chest heaved with a sigh of disapproval. “Is there no end to your shows of temptation?”

“Nope!” I answered in a heartbeat.

“What a shame.” He softly chuckled, rubbing my back before planting a kiss on the crown of my head. “All well. What am I to do? As always, the show must go on…”

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

OUT OF ALL THE TIME LINES prt 2

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (comming soon)

Chapter 4: -

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Warnings: Alot of angst <3, somebody kissed but im not saying who

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

"Avengers We need your help."

The whole room was quiet, someone they would not expect to see even after everything they'd experienced.

You froze to sight you pray to see every night but not like this.

"HANDS UP"

"PLEASE, AVENGERS WE NEED YOUR HELP."

"Loki....." Thor muttered out.

The room was silent again. Everyone had their weapons pointed to the good of mischief. He had a woman in his hands dying with every breath she took and another man with silver hair was clinging to his shoulder that looked like he took a really bad beating.

"Loki? I thought Loki was yuh know. " Scott continued with a chocking. Yelena shoved his stomach signing to shut up. "OOF , I'm sorry it was just a thought."

You couldn't hear anything, you could barely breathe.

"Y/N"

"Y/N"

"She doesn't know who you are dude, now put the chick and the dude down," Sam says pointing his wings at him. "And tell us who you really are."

"I am who I say I am. I may not be the Loki you know but I am a Loki from a different universe, another timeline. I am not the Loki you have...." Loki looks at Thor then you. "Lost."

"Friday check for his, their signatures," Bucky shouted. "On it." the robot replied.

Silence again, frozen again. You look at his face it's just like his, with shorter hair, and more lines, from what looked like stress. He looks just like him.

Tears were forming in your eyes. That night he died. He had the same look of fear in his eyes the night he died.

"Y/N please believe me."

"Y/N your territory what's your call." Bucky looked at you, who were on the verge of crying. Thor noticed how hooked you were and finally said. "Y/N. It's not him. but ... he might be telling the truth."

His voice comforted you and finally snapped you back.

"When did you give me my sword?." You finally said testing the man who stood in front of you.

"What?! My friends are dying and you concerned wit-"

"Do you wish to save them? Tell me, when did you give me my sword. If it is truly you." You sternly said.

"Do you truly think-"

"Answer the question man." Scott pointed.

"Answer. The. Question." Your voice started to break.

"It's a trick question. " Everyone in the room was confused except for Thor who chuckled slightly. "Heimdall gave it to you and it was on the day you became general. I gave you the dagger you hold in your hand. I made the colour of the sleeve wrap to matches your eyes. "

You tighten the grip around your dagger as you let out a strong breath, "Bring the injured to the med bay and bring him to the interrogation room." Everyone was in shock with your composure.

You noticed the girl he was holding struggling to breathe even more as the white haired mans head gash started to bleed more. You also noticed no one was doing what you ordered them to "MOVE.."

Everyone rushed to their aid and Sam and Peter brought (dragged) Loki after a hard struggle and hard eye contact between you two finally dissapeared into the corner.

You finally gasped for air and dropped to your knees as Thor catched you and Bucky came to you aid.

"He's alive again, it's like Ragnarok all over again. Then when I fall in love he's gonna die again and his blood will be on my hands."

"His death is not on your hands. Non of his deaths were on your hands" Thor comforted you as he rubbed your back. Bucky assisted you up as you wrapped around your arms and plopped yourself on the couch. "James, darling I need time alone with Thor."

"Anything Doll, I'll check on our .... guest..." He kissed you cheek and walked away.

"Could it be him."

"He's not our Loki y/n, look at him it is the small features he may live the same timeline to a certain extent but he is not the Loki you fell inlove with. Not the same Loki who saved you from Thanos, not the one who changed on that ship." Thor stated as he hugged you tight. "But I do think if anyone should talk to him it should be you..."

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"ARE YOU INSANE. NO FUCK NO."

"We must try Barnes, Y/N is the only one who knows Loki like the back of her hand. She is the only one he seems to trust at the moment."

"Or the imposter in there might be a Loki Varius or whatvever he said, and trick her and hurt her."

"Boys."

"Y/n is completely capable of defending herself she is a Asgardian General. Compared to you. She surpasses you strength, speed agility-

"Boys..."

"I don't care if she could kill me in 1 stare, I'd still be protecting her which was very clear in the battle of Wakanda something you COULDN'T DO-

"How dare your simple midgardian mind challenge I, you will never be able to protect Y/N as I did in her previous battles and wars for lasting centuries. You weak mortal." Thor tauntingly poked Buckys head making him stumble slightly.

"Oh you better take you finger out of my face." Bucky pointed back at him more intensely

"How dare you point your finger to the god of thunder ."

"Boys. Enough " Wanda used her magic to gain their attention "Have both of you ever took the time and asked what Y/N wants?" she then pointed to you.

"Y/N." Bucky sighed

Crossing your arms you looked at Loki with a pale expression "I'm ready."

"No ones forcing you to be ready at this moment." Bucky gentley placed his metal arm on your shoulder

"We can't risk whatever he is saying to be true or not. All we know is that we have a man beaten to an inch of death and a girl whos been stabbed by an Asgardian relic dagger." You looked at Thor with daggering eyes.

"Wait are you certain. I didn't-"

"Ivars dark matter Dagger, a god killing weapon." You starred at Loki through the glass. You finally stormed out of the room and faced the door leading to Loki. You opened the door for Loki to stand up frantically "Finally Y/N please you have to listen to me."

"Please Loki sit down." You raise your hand.

"Y/N nonono you have to-

"We have to talk like normal beings. Sit. " You showed the chair. Loki sighs and finally sits down. "A man once told me a calm storm is more tamable and weaponized-

"Than a rough and frantic one I know, father will never let that go especially on Thor." Loki rolled his eyes and finally landed on you. You smiled and he giggled.

"So, you look frantic..." You leaned forward folding your arms together. Loki crossed his arms tense covering any and all of the scars he could. You used your magic to heal any clean and open wound and heal the small cuts that were visible to your vision. "You need to understand with how you look and the knowledge we have of your status, we have..... questions."

"I understand." he said plainly

"So lets start with, who are you and what are you doing here." You crossed your arms and leaned back on your chair.

Loki grinned and leaned forward towards you"I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened wit-"

You used your magic to throw a spark at him, which made him flinch backwards. You could hear from your intercom ear Bucky and Thor Laughing while a small echo of Wanda snickering. "Ow yes I deserve that- Force of habit." Loki said rubbing his cheeck.

"Shall we try again." You expression never changed.

"I am Loki Odinson, I come from a timeline where I was captured by the TVA, the time variance authority a group of people who are organized to protect the sacred timeline during the yeear 2012. Ruled by He who remains. Right there I met Mobius who at the time worked for the Time variance authority, although to be fair at the time is uncounted because thats not how the TVA works, time doesn't run normally in the TVA there might not be a past, present or future. But catching Sylvie was one hell of a job especially trying to befriend her, Odins beard, oh Slyvie she is a variant of yours truly, oh and a variant is another verison of yourself from a completely different timeline. Sylvie planned to stop He who remains right after we truly found out everyone in the TVA are people from ruined timelines whom lives were taken from them. The timeline was destroyed at some point because He who remains decided that he infact should destroy it because he has the power to let it start from 0 but we couldn't let that happen that would mean no free will for anyone, we got into this huge battle where variants were trying to fight off Mobius and I, Mobius got hurt. Sylvie manage to pass me the Cronos bulb that could manufacture the machine to destroy the timelines that He who remains was going to use for the distruction of the timelines. But he used Ivars dagger to stop Sylvie but I manage to pull them both out but we fell into a time current when I was trying to push in the coordinates back to the TVA and ended up here, where we need to return the cronos bulb, before the timeline becomes unstable then kill He who remains before he reaches the cronos bulb to destroy all original timelines." Loki hyperventalated while slamming the table infront of you.

You look at Loki who was on the verge of tears his eyes did something you thought you will never see, beg, but that didn't stop you from looking confused at whatever he was saying before.

"You don't understand me do you, no one will. ODINS BEARD IM STUCK HERE AND NO ONE ON THIS MORTALIZED PLANET WILL HELP US, NOT THE FOOLS BEHIND THE WINDOW PANE, NOT THE WORLD NOT YOU. I WAS A FOOL TO TRUST YOU." Lokis eye glared green as the table tossed to the wall and he stood up to point to you. Loki sighed heavily against his gritted teeth and fell on his knees. You on your chair held your hand up giving a sign to Bucky and Thor to stay put.

You notice Loki was scraping against his lap and tears started falling from his eyes. You got up and knelt down to him placing your hand on his forcing him to stop scratching. "I'll have to talk to my team, but Loki believe me when I say... I trust you... I will always trust you."

Loki looked up to you eyes bloodshot red and a pained look, you smiled soflty at him pushing his hair behind his ear. "Breathe with me..." You cupped his face and stroked the cut on his cheek to heal it.

Loki held your hand on his face tight and leaned towards it. He took a breathe then looked back at your eyes. Loki leaned his head on to yours and yelled out all this rage as he let out a painful sob.You let the seconds tick, and allowed Loki to take his time. You hugged him and brought him up with you when he allowed.

As you both seperated you looked up at him as he leaned out to kiss you. Your were stunned and muffled against the kiss and shoved him off you-

Bucy kicked down the door which made you both look towards it in shock "OKAY MAN I LET YOU HUG HER AND CRY AND DO THAT FORHEAD THING BUT THIS HAS GONE TO FAR." Bucky brought his gun aiming at Lokis head. Bucky pushed Loki Against the wall. "You get your slimey Asgardian Royal ass lips off my girlfriend... you two timing- "

"BUCKY..... he couldn't have known...." You crossed your arms at your boyfriends. "LET HIM GO... PUT THE GUN DOWN."

Bucky glared at Loki while Loki stared down towards the Sergeant. "If it weren't for her your asgardian mouth is gonna taste a 9mm bullet going 2100 miles an hour."

"THOR GET HIM OFF."

"I am enjoying the show too much." Thor laughed leaning on storm breaker.

"I'll get him off." Wanda used her magic to seperate the both of them. Bucky floated while Loki was sat back on his chair. Bucky was carried out as he kicked his feet and Thor carried the table back to where it was.

"I'll let you too uh," You Look at Thor and Loki who were across eachother, " You both have alot to reconcile, good luck, I have to deal with my boyfriend." You left the room with Wanda and a struggling floating Bucky.

Thor looked back at Loki who seemed older than when he last saw him, and Loki looking at Thor who has had way more scars than he could count. Two souls where at one point in time would protect eachother by any means necassary now strangers.

"So y/n is betrothed to another man?" Loki raised an eye brow and a smirk.

"Yeah I can't do this." Thor lifted storm breaker and walked towards the door.

"Wait." Loki chuckled, "I.... what happened brother." Thor sighed and crossed his arms, "Alot"

"You know of what I ask about, your eye, your hammer... your scars there are more from the battle of niffleheim." Loki scolded.

Thor looked at his brother, " I am not interested in this "small talk" if you will excuse me."

Loki streched out his arm and used his magic to stop Thor, "Wait, I truly have missed you brother, other than Y/N none of this is fammilliar to me other than you so pleasem stay."

"My Loki will never show this kind of weakness and petyness."

"The years have changed me if you can see."

"I can, I have mourned you too much to get too attached, respect that I may not brother you as I once did. I know by the end of this time, you will leave us again." Thor said plainly. "There is no reason for me to stay. Y/N will decide if we should help you and after we do or don't we shall part ways."

"Has it been that hard."

"When I- this- this is a road I do not wish and never wish to go down unless we are in the banquet halls of Valhalla." Thor sighed, and slammed the Door behind him. Thor crunched the door handle and dropped storm breakers as he breathed in.

"It has been hard."

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"What... was that about?!?!?!?." You scolded the man infront of you who was clearly avoiding eye contact crossing his arms. "He clearly didn't know I had a boyfriend, cut him some slack."

"Yeah and what if that kiss was to stab you, double cross you, poison you or worse." Bucky scolded back. "This is Loki were talking about, the villain of the unexpected, you really wanna trust him just because he cried infront of you."

"This isn't about trust is it." You sighed.

"Ofcourse it is, if anyone laid a hand on you, and I don't care if its some kid I'll still knock their lights out." Bucky gritted through his teeth. He looked back at you who was clearly trying to stiffle back a laugh.

Bucky sighed and confessed, "Okay maybe the jealousy kicked in, but if anything happened to you in that rooom and I did nothing to help you know I would never forgive myself."

You pressed your lips pitying the sergeant and walked up to Bucky and cupped his cheeks as he dove in to kiss you. He pushed you against a wall as both of your lips danced on eachother. "Now this is the Asgardian I wanna be pinning against the wall." As he leaned back down to give you a gentle kiss which you changed to another make out session.

"If your both done, exchaning gross saliva we've got an emergency here. The blonde chick with the bad roots is not doing too well. And the stuff we have at the medbay didn't help with her ASGARDIAN BODY, which might need oh I dunno maybe AN ASGARDIAN TO HEAL HER?!?!?!." Yelena said through the speakers.

You both parted and you blushed slightly, you smiled to Bucky as he brought your hands to his lips. "Go they need you, I love you doll, I'm sorry about how I reacted."

"No I understand, I underreacted in the situation. I know how you feel."

"You should your burned a girls hand in the bar last week because they touched my metal arm."

"She had it comming."

"NOW."

"Be patient Yelena."

"I'm sorry but the girl is not dying any slower."

"Go, I'll look after Loki."

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Finally, apparently my ideas only come out when Im depressed. Hopefully I get depressed soon so I can write the next one.

[nostalgia-tblr]

Okay actually I do have a proper thought on the "sylki is incest" wank. which is that the "anti" take seems to be that Loki/Sylvie is obviously, glaringly, an incestuous pairing but its shippers deliberately ignore that because they like the pairing otherwise (yet also the accusation involves them liking the incest element... honestly it's a bit of a muddle, but let's move on). But. Well, here's the thing that is obvious, at least to me...

Go to AO3 and have a look to find the most popular (in terms of number of works) Loki pairing in the Marvel Cinematic Universe fandom as a whole. Actually, i'll save you the effort:

(These numbers are slightly out-of-date but the ratios remain accurate. I checked.)

Now, that. That is an incest pairing, isn't it? There is some fic which specifies an AU of some sort in which Thor and Loki are not related to each other but most of it is about brothers who are also lovers.

"But they're not really related," you say? Sorry, but in the important ways, they are. Every one of those films, and the Loki series, frames them as siblings-with-issues, and yes one of those issues is whether or not they agree that they are siblings, but I'd say the MCU comes down pretty firmly on the side of "they totally are."

And the point I'm making here is that the actual incest pairing is treated as such by its fans. If you don't feel up to reading any thorki fic I'll save you again and say that it overall leans into the "forbidden love" angle, and the shame and internal conflict of an incestuous attraction or relationship. So shippers of a given pairing do indeed know what incest is and they rarely try to avoid that aspect of such pairings.

Whereas. If you read the Loki/Sylvie stuff, that whole "thorki vibe" is entirely absent. Fans vary on variants, in terms of in what ways these two are or are not "the same person" but they agree on one thing: fucking some other version of yourself is not incest. This is pretty much a unanimous belief, and here I'll mention something else I think is relevant: there are a few sylki twincest AUs (many of which seem to have been written out of spite - LOL, fandom!) and in all of those the AU also features another crucial change - they are not both Loki variants in those fics.

Yeah, that's right! To make Loki and Sylvie siblings you have to remove the selfcest element entirely. Because - this may shock some of you, so sit down before you read this next part - you are not your own sibling. Even identical twins are obviously different people. A clone of yourself might get us into more philosophical territory but that's not what multiversal variants are either. Allow me to illustrate with another informative image:

You get me? Yeah, you get me.

So, to meander towards an actual conclusion here. The MCU!Loki fandom does not, in general, refuse to accept that romantic/sexual pairings that would be incestuous actually are incestuous. In fact if anything it embraces that element of such pairings. It is usually seen as the defining feature of them. If they think siblings are fucking then they will write about those siblings fucking, and they will not be shy about it!

And aside from that mentioned handful of AU fics, sylki is not written as incest. Because it just isn't incest. Look, if you personally see Loki and Sylvie as siblings to the point where the pairing squicks you out, then fair enough there's not much either of us can do about that. Do your best to avoid that content and don't be a wanker about it and I wish you well in your endeavours. But that isn't what most of the complaints stem from, is it? As usual in recent years fans who didn't like a pairing (which, btw, is allowed) wanted to have the moral high ground and some bright spark hit upon "this pairing is INCEST" via some slightly odd logic and it spread from there. Because we can't just not like something, can we? (Actually, that's also allowed!) No, we have to be better than those fans over there, who are all terrible people in some way. They are problematic.

And this is a lot of words for me to essentially say "no, the sylki fic and the thorki fic have very different vibes actually" but... well, they do. The sylki shippers are not denying the incest, because there is no incest there, and even if we for a moment pretend that "siblings" is a reasonable and indeed expected interpretation of the variants concept, it is clear from their content that the people who ship Loki/Sylvie do not see them that way. And that has nothing to do with DNA or otherwise, which I can prove with this very quick question: in one word (or less, if you can), what is the relationship between Loki and Thor?

You said "brothers" or "siblings," didn't you? No, you did. I know for a fact that you did, don't play coy with me on this. We all understand that these two characters who definitely share no DNA are, in every way that matters, brothers. This is not a difficult concept, it's not somehow confusing large numbers of fans either way.

tl;dr - Sylki isn't incest but if it was we'd all know that because the fans of it would not be constantly denying what would, almost certainly, be the main appeal of that pairing for them if that was the case. You can deny that all you want but 11,731 thorki fics (as of 10th December 2023) back me up on this one.

So there.

[delyth88]

My thoughts on Loki - Season 2, Ep. 1

If the only Loki I’m going to get is Loki in the TVA, then this has to be the best way to do it.

--- Obviously there are going to be spoilers below. ---

He’s close enough to acting in character in the episode that I can make that mental leap and more or less ignore the bits that were a little off. (And by in character I mean a mix of what we saw in the early phases, and how I imagine he would react in such a situation.  Maybe he’s a little more panicked and open with Mobius than earlier Loki might have been, but I can put that down to him feeling like he can trust Mobius and that he doesn’t have to put up a front with him, and also feeling completely out of his depth (and in pain!) having just come from the end of time and immediately having to face this time slipping thing.)

And that is already more than I’d been steeling myself for in this season!  So yay!

Having said that, at this point I’m going to take this as an anomaly, because we haven’t yet seen him interacting with anyone at anything less than 100%, and it’s the downtime where he slips into cringe territory for me in season 1.  And we haven’t seen him really interacting with Sylvie again yet.  So I’m going to reserve my judgement until we get to see what happens after this immediate crisis has been averted.

Also, I am absolutely here for desperate!Loki trying to make people believe him. *chef’s kiss*

This episode had the drive and tension and mystery that I love in the best fics and films.  In a way Season 1 was the set up that allowed us to go straight to the best bits, so I guess I have to give it that at least. 😉

I loved that the reason that Mobius didn’t know Loki in the scene at the end of Season 1 was that it was an earlier version of the TVA!  That was brilliant!  I completely didn’t think about that as an option, and I love how it opens up all sort of nasty(ier!) possibilities about the past of the TVA. I’m keen to see where that goes. The way it was revealed through the cracked floor and how that highlighted that Mobius and Casey really should remember Loki was great.  And I love how it ties back to the question Loki ask Mobius in the first season “how long have you been here?”.

One thing I found interesting is that so much of the promo footage was taken from this first episode.  So I feel a little less certain about what the rest of the season is bringing now.  That of course is assuming that Loki’s time slipping problem was actually resolved as it appears to be. I know there were other shots in the promo scenes with the spaghettification happening, so I’m not 100% convinced that Loki is entirely safe. And if he is, it sure seems like someone else isn’t!

Or everybody….?

But then again I’m assuming OB is here partly as a way to get around the rules set down in season 1 about how the TVA works.  And the disintegration of the timeline could also mean things that weren’t possible before become possible now.  So perhaps even if Loki’s problem is fixed they’re able to create something that allows them to travel in time with in the TVA.  Lol I really should know how fruitless it is to speculate on what they’ll do, but I can’t help it!  XD

I also like the way the music, the slightly distorted images, and the slow motion contributed to the feeling of everything being off.  I definitely like the tone of this episode better than Season 1, and I hope they continue in this vein.  Even the bit where they could have played up his incompetence for laughs – when Loki struggles out of the back of the car in front of everyone – I felt was toned down, and while an amusing reaction, not particularly degrading or brainless. In fact I didn’t feel I needed to look away to avoid the second hand embarrassment at any point during the episode lol.

I actually found myself more engaged than I expected.  I had wondered if I’d only be mildly interested, but no. There were a couple of moments where I was on the edge of my seat, so I consider that a win.  I mean I understand that interested and not too cringey isn’t exactly a high bar, but it’s not one I was sure would be met.

So yeah, I’m about as happy as I can be about how this season is starting off, and I’m looking forward to seeing next week’s episode.   And all your thoughts too!

Tagging a few folk below:

@sparklegemstone @scintillatingshortgirl19 @iamanartichoke @pinkpondofasgard @projectprotectloki @ladyofthestayingpower

[blueseasfanfics]

Cows Don't Fly

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: You and Bucky have been irritating each other ever since Sam introduced the both of you. But when you're walking home alone after a party, Bucky decided to intrude on your territory.

Fluffy!

A/N: I know I'm mainly a Loki fanfic blog, but after watching FWS for the fifth time I've just fallen in love with Bucky even more. So. Get ready for a lot like these. Hope you like! Requests and Ko-Fi open.

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It was a club. You hate clubs, but Sam asked you to come.

Sadly, he also asked Bucky.

Sam’s family wanted to get out and have some (really loud) fun, and knowing that you never leave your apartment, Sam wanted to invite you. You came solely for him. He didn’t tell you that he also somehow convinced the greasy metal-armed guy that he always hangs around with.

You shove a strange man's hand off your waist and start walking to the bar on the other side of the club. 

Rationally you know you and Bucky share a lot in common. Maybe too much. How many PTSD -riddled murderous assasin friends does Sam have? It’s a problem.

But in actuality, you can’t stand him. He flashes a smile but it always looks fake and forced. He strictly never talks to you unless he’s made to and it always devolves into you both insulting each other. He says he finds you too pretty for your own good, whatever that means. It made you blush anyway, which made you hate him more.

Too late, you notice that he’s at the bar. You connect eyes and he retreats into the shadows and just stands there, glowering.

At this point, you usually just give each other space. It keeps Sam happy and arguments down.

You yell for a whiskey sour over the music and turn your head to look at Sam. He’s dancing with Sarah, who is definitely beating him if this was a competition, and you chuckle. You feel a tap on your shoulder and get handed two drinks. Your whiskey sour and a…cosmo? 

You flash a confused eyebrow to the bartender and he points to a random guy on the other side of the bar. You roll your eyes, taking only your order and sipping it as you leave for the wall to get away from him.

By accident, you go exactly where Bucky was. As in, exactly. You step on his feet and stumble, falling into his chest. He smells like cedarwood and his shirt is old cotton, you feel some thinning threads as you grab onto his waist to catch yourself.

“Jesus Christ, it’s a huge place, you just had to come here?” You can hear him clearly when you’re this close.

“Maybe if you weren’t hiding in the shadows like freaking Batman, I could have avoided being within five feet of you.” You mutter back and push yourself off his chest, running one hand down the front of your dress and sipping with the other.

“I am nothing like that goth crybaby.” He seems actually insulted.

“Actually, you are a carbon copy of the guy. Half the time I’m expecting you to go into some long rant about needing to save New York from itself or whatever.”

“This is just actually insulting. You get worse when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You ordered two drinks at once. You left one back there, by the way.”

“What? You think I really drink cosmos?”

“I don’t know what the hell you drink.”

“Why are we still talking?”

‘“You’re the one breaking the territory rule.”

“Territory rule? What are we, in high school? I’m not allowed to go to the gym but the parking lot is all mine?”

“Very accurate. You can never play dodgeball again.”

“Ok, that’s too far.” You glance up as you take a sip to see him quickly smile but then cough and cover it up with his fist.

You feel a slight chill down your spine. This smile wasn’t all teeth, it was cocked and awkward, like he wasn’t expecting to smile and it came out without his say-so. It was the only real one you’ve seen him make in…ever.

You look back down at your shoes and take a big gulp of your drink. You need to get out of here.

“So who’s cosmo is it?” He yells over the music before you can get away. You roll your eyes and nod your head towards the guy from earlier. You can still feel him staring at you, his dark eyes trying to burn a hole in your cheek.

“He looks irritating.” Bucky mutters and you nod.

“I’m gonna go home. Tell Sam that I loved coming out. I don’t think I can get to him right now.” You both look over at the usually put-together man with his shirt half open and trying to breakdance on the dance floor. He’s failing miserably.

“Yeah.” Is all Bucky can say before you finish your drink and leave it on a table on the way to the coat check. You glance back to see Bucky is talking to Sam. Sam is looking confused but nods, and you wonder what that’s about. Not too much though, because you can’t find your ticket.

The attendee smiles sadly at you, and taps to the sign saying ‘no ticket, no coat’.

Damn. Your knives were in there. Whatever, it’s a short walk. In September, but still.

You regret not looking for the coat more when you step outside. You can walk in heels, but it’s not fun when you’re already shivering after five minutes.

The sky is beautiful though, and the whiskey sours are starting to really get to you. You stumble into a brick wall nearby, and feel hands grab your waist again. You turn your head to see the same guy from earlier. His eyes have a void behind them, and his grip is getting painful.

“Get the hell off of me.” You elbow him in the chest but he just grunts and smiles.

“Come home with me.” He leans close and whispers in your ear, and you can smell the beer on his breath. You put your arm at his throat, pushing him away and finally breaking his hold on you.

You walk as fast as you can away from him but stumble once you hit cobblestone, and as you slow down you feel a shove to your side that knocks you into the side of a building.

It’s him again, and his arms are on either side of you, pinning you to the wall. There is no more void now, just anger. You can’t help but feel a slight twinge of fear as you reach for your heel.

Before you can though, he’s gone.

Trying to focus in the dark, you see the man coughing violently on the ground, holding his throat. Above him stands a tall figure with…a glint of metal.

“Seriously Bucky? I don’t need to be saved.” You mutter, turning and walking away as fast as you can. Not fast enough, as he catches up to you in just a few strides.

“Didn’t seem like it.”

“You didn’t even let me knife him.”

“Knife him? One, you left your coat back at the check, and two, knife isn’t a verb.”

“I didn’t have my ticket, for one thing. And,” You stop for a second and with lack of wall, hold onto his arm as you lift a foot. You grab the heel of your stiletto and slowly pull out a thin weapon that shines in the light, and quickly take it out of the other shoe as well.

“See? Knives. And flats.” You start walking again and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not sure shoes work like that.”

“Just let me walk alone. I don’t need you knowing where I live.”

“I already know where you live.”

“I’m going to point out that that sentence makes you sound worse than that guy.” You motion back and seeing him get up out of the corner of your eye, you swivel and throw. You both hear a yelp of pain as it connects to your target's leg, and you smile.

“Nice shot for a drunk girl.”

“Obviously not drunk.”

“You’re stumbling.”

“You try walking on heels without actual heels.”

“I told you shoes don’t work like that.”

“Shut up Bucky.”

He chuckles. You snap your head up to look at him. He’s smiling again, the real one, and it makes your defenses fall.

“You should smile more.” You finally mutter.

“Ok, now you sound like the creep.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

You catch his eyes, and he looks…flushed. He coughs awkwardly and speeds up.

“Hey! Wait up. Jesus christ, can’t I just have a nice walk?” You groan and he rolls his eyes.

“You’re literally shivering, let me just get you home.”

“Just go back to the club, Bucky, I’ll be fine. It’s a block. I’d rather not run all the way there right now.”

“No. I already told Sam I’m going home.”

“Don’t you live the complete opposite way?”

“Oh, now who’s the stalker?”

“My god, you’re the worst.”

“Same goes for you.”

You cross your arms as you walk, half out of frustration and half trying to keep warm. You both stay in silence for a few minutes before you feel something heavy draped across your shoulders.

“Are you kidding me?” You say, but admit to yourself that the warmth is making you feel better.

“Just shut up and take the damn jacket. Don’t rip it either, it’s leather.”

“You rip the sleeve off half the time.”

“You try jumping out of an airplane with a full leather jacket. Cow wasn’t meant to fly.”

You can’t help but laugh, loudly. It takes him by surprise, judging by the smile on his face as he looks at you.

“That was the dumbest sentence I think I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re welcome, I guess.”

“This isn’t even real cow leather.”

“I know.”

Silence for a couple more minutes. Eventually, you end up at your building. You take off his jacket and hold it out to him.

“To cover your arm.”

“Don’t worry about my arm.”

“I thought you hated people seeing it.”

“It’s three a.m.”

“Then take it because it’s cold. Why do you want me to keep your jacket, I’m home.”

He opens his mouth but closes it after a couple stutters. Eventually he takes it.

“Thanks.” Is all he says as he shrugs it on.

“...thanks to you too.”

“Thought you could take care of yourself.”

“Do you want the thanks or not?”

“I’ll take it.”

After a second of hesitation, you hold out your hand. He looks at it, confused.

“Truce.” You cough out, and you push your hand closer to him.

Eventually he shakes it. His skin is warm to the touch, with calluses that you can feel even through your frozen fingers. His grip was softer than you imagined. It takes a couple seconds for you to break away. He’s left there, seeming as if he was going to hold on for longer.

“Good night.” He turns and walks away, leaving you on your building's doorstep.

You dream of running through a cedar forest that night.

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There’s a plastic bag outside your door that morning. You tried looking out the peephole when you heard the knock on the door, but there was no one in the hall.

Opening it, you find your jacket and the heel-dagger you had left in the man.

Plus, a blue post-it. A number.

You program it on your phone immediately.

[lizthewriter]

💖 for MCU please

Name: Violet

Sexuality: lesbian

Hobbies: reading (fics mostly) and crafts - I absolutely love making beaded jewellery. Oh and I collect stickers; I have a sticker wall in my bedroom.

Introvert

In a friendship, I’m the mom friend, I always take care of my bestie. I love cute little pet names (I’m quite fond of bubble and pumpkin.) I push my friends to take care of themselves and I like to think they can always count on me. My love language is basically sending my friends tiktoks and memes I think they’ll like.

My favourite marvel characters are Loki and the Winter soldier - I enjoy morally grey characters. I’m obsessed with Florence Pugh and Gillian Anderson!! My style is very feminine and eclectic. I like wearing flower patterns. I’m allergic to dogs but I have a hypoallergenic dog called Minnie (short for minerva - I’m a Harry Potter fan as well as marvel) and I love her more than the whole world. My favourite food is pumpkin pasta, I love anything pumpkin and I’m a great cook.

at first i had a hard time figuring out who you would pair well with, violet, but then it hit my like a train - the answer was so clear in my head - nebula!

if there's any case of opposites attract in exsistence, it would be the two of you. as we know, nebula is gruff, definitely morally gray, not paticularly chatty, but most of all traumatized. she doesn't like to let people into her life and when people try to pry into her psyche and try to help, she usually lashes back at them. but with you, it's different.

nebula is used to ignoring her personal health and wellness to either help others or complete their own personal goals (thanos, ronan, quill). having someone who was helping her, not because they were annoyed by her behavior or just wanted her to be less of herself, would mean a lot to her. after years of not looking out for herself, it would be a nice change to have someone who really cares about her like you would. i think you would also be able to introduce her to a different perspective. you seem like someone who knows who they are, and she would greatly appreciate that seeing as she's never gotten a chance to understand herself. you would think that she would hate your stickers and jewelry and crafts, but secretly, she adores them (would probably steal a bracelet of yours, here and there, when she can). she would also probably not accept food from others, but perhaps at the smell of your cooking, she'd walk over and grab a bite.

i see you as a member of the guardians - how you joined, i've no clue, you can leave that up to yourself. you're probably close with mantis and drax, and while you enjoy spending time with your friends, you also like to spend time alone. nebula likes to watch you while you craft and when you cook - she probably has the biggest crush on you and for a while, i don't think she'd even realize it. but once she does, she becomes very overprotective, almost toxically territorial. one time you find her sitting in the hanger by herself, so you sit down with her. it's "night" (although there's not really night in space) and everyone else is asleep. you expected her to sit there with you in peaceful silence but she actually opens up to you. about her past, about how she thinks of herself - she asks you how you find happiness? she'd be inspired by whatever answer you'd give - and after that night, slowly, she would gain the confidence to join you in your hobbies. she would wear any bracelets you give to her and taste test new recipes you would try (warning: she's brutally honest, however, she tries her best to be softer with you). she smiles with you, she laughs with you. one night, you're sitting in the hangar yet again when she asks you, "have you ever felt love? real love?" because she's not sure she's ever felt it. and it's as she's watching you answer she realizes that you were the one that made her feel true love and she would cut you off with a kiss.

around you, she is truly herself - almost unrecognizable. teasing, smiley, playful, soft. i think the two of you would bring out the best in each other <333

hope you enjoyed pookie 😚

[lamentiskiss]

I've been thinking about season 2 a lot and how certain character arcs might go/close.

First of all, I do not think we're getting a season 3. Don't get me wrong, I would love it but I think season 2 is the end of Loki's personal journey and as much as I love these characters, I'm fine with the team giving them happy, satisfying endings and shelving them for now.

The original ending of Season 1, before the team went "hey, we have some good stuff right here, let's give these characters another season to really explore them." was that Loki, now healed and changed, left the TVA behind and decided to go off on new adventures somewhere in the multiverse/different realms.

That was confirmed in the official artbook.

And Eric (the head writer for season 2) when asked about the original S1 ending once said that he didn't want to reveal too much because he might use it/some of it in the second season.

I think that season 2 will end with Loki and Sylvie going off somewhere together and Mobius taking over the new and reformed TVA. I think both of these things have already been hinted at in season 1 and it would make sense for their character progression.

Loki does not want to be alone. He made that very clear in season 1, however, he still got separated from the people he cared about - just so we could get season 2. I don't believe season 2 will be a repeat of S1's ending and force him into solitude/loneliness once again.

The show is all about breaking the cycle, can you change, can your fate be changed? And Lokis are supposed to be loners. It makes sense for our Loki to break that cycle of loneliness and finally, for once win.

Sylvie is another character who I can't see ending season 2 alone, especially knowing all the things that will happen in the upcoming season.

Sylvie has always only known loneliness, she said she never had anyone, never had anything except for the mission. That is until she met Loki and for a short while she experienced what's like to have someone in your life who cares about you. At the beginning of episode 5 it was revealed that her time with Loki was her only happy memory, which is devastating to think about. However, unlike Loki, she didn't have that same journey yet, she didn't have the opportunity yet to reflect on certain things, she didn't have the chance yet to forgive herself and grow past her trauma and grief. Which unfortunately led to the separation, but also fortunately gave us season 2.

Sylvie in season 2 is very depressed, very empty, very heartbroken. Her mission's completed but it came with a great cost - she has no goal and has lost her one chance of a happy life.

She's really, really going through it and is in a deep self loathing spiral.

I don't want to go into a spoilerish territory, but in season 2 Sylvie will have to confront her own darkness, a literal visual/external manifestation of her worst traits, of her worst future. The stubbornness, the pain, the guilt, loneliness... you name it.

Loki was able to change because of the people he surrounded himself with and because he saw his own future and realized how meaningless his life was and how much hurt he caused to the people who loved him.

Sylvie will go through a very similar journey.

In episode 5 Loki and Sylvie had a conversation about their plans about the future once this is all over. And I believe it foreshadows their eventual ending in season 2.

Loki: "What about you? What will you do when this is all over?" Sylvie: "I don't know." Loki: "I don't know either. Maybe... Maybe we could figure it out... together." Sylvie: "Maybe."

I think Loki and Sylvie will spend the majority of season 2 trying to fix what happened in episode 6 and trying to confront Sylvie's personal demons. If Sylvie continues on the path of loneliness and self loathing, nothing good will come out of it.

And Loki is aware of that.

It will be his influence that will change her life.

Tom said in 2021 that the story of Loki and Sylvie is about love, acceptance and forgiveness and also added "Love is really the only force that has any power to change things or people."

Sylvie still needs to change. She's in a rough spot right now, deep in self loathing and needs Loki's support to confront and forgive herself for everything that happened.

And once that's all behind them, once they're both healed and on the same page I think they will leave to go somewhere together. Maybe the season will be generous enough and actually tell us where they went. Maybe they found a safe place to stay on a specific timeline and they're living there now, maybe they just tells us that they're going on new adventures together, exploring the multiverse, enjoying the freedom and each other's company. Perhaps they're even travelling the multiverse to make sure everything is stable.

Regardless of what the motive is, they will stay together and 'figure things out' because now they finally have the opportunity to do that. They're reunited, they're healed, they're on the same page and open with their feelings for each other.

Mobius will go through a journey of his own as well. I reckon we will see his past life and I suspect we will be shown that he had a family which will be tough for him, because he knows he can never return to them anymore because his timeline had been erased.

I think that will be another driving force for him to put an end to the TVA that we know and with the help from other agents and friends, turn it into something better, something good.

Something that was already teased in the finale.

Mobius: "We can't take away people's free will, Ravonna. Do you not see that? Look, maybe we can build this into something better together."

I do not think the TVA will dismantle at the end of S2, especially since it's supposed to play a role in Deadpool 3. But I do believe that the TVA will be reformed and changed. They will no longer prune the timelines, they will no longer take away people's free will.

I think that from now on they will only keep making sure that the multiverse continues to thrive in harmony, that there are no people, no time travelers trying to disturb that peace or create issues in certain timelines.

And I think Mobius will become the new head of the TVA. He, like everyone else, cannot return to his timeline, and perhaps he doesn't even want to. Maybe he decided that his purpose is now to ensure the TVA remains good.

In fact, I think all agents will be given the option to either find a timeline for themselves or continue helping around at the TVA.

Maybe even Loki appoints Mobius as the new 'leader' of the TVA, because he knows and trusts him that he will do a good job.

I do think that Loki will remain on friendly terms with the TVA and perhaps it will be even implied that he will visit them from time to time and if necessary he can even come back to help them. But I do no think he's going to stay at the TVA for good.

Not just because Sylvie is probably hesitant (for a good reason) to stay there, but also because Loki doesn't seem like the person who could continue living there for the rest of his life.

So basically, I think Season 2 will end the TVA as we know it, further establish that it NEEDS to be changed, but that timelines also have to be free, find a way to (temporarily) stop the Kang issue (until it all blows up in Deadpool 3 again which then leads directly into the Kang Dynasty), Mobius will become the new head of the reformed TVA, Loki will have a straight up heroic arc in the season, helping the TVA, helping Sylvie, Sylvie will have to face her own demons and go through an epiphany, Loki and Sylvie will end the season together, going somewhere to figure out things together, and we will see the backstories of other notable variants.

[veliseraptor]

Top 5 fucked up siblings

worried that i always answer this one with the same five, because i'm p sure i've answered this before. but oh well here goes

1. Richard & Lymond (Lymond Chronicles). Somebody just posted an excerpt about them on my dash recently and got me thinking about them again. I love how pretty much every book has Lymond dragging Richard on a rollercoaster of emotion but The Game of Kings remains prime territory in that regard. Just Lymond inflicting emotional terrorism on his older brother. They're not quite as codependent as pretty much everyone else on this list (but that's a high bar); still fucked up. Lymond running away from Richard for a solid few years because a prophecy convinced him that their reuniting would kill Richard is another highlight.

2. Felix & Mildmay (Doctrine of Labyrinths). Speaking of codependent! I feel like the fact that I also put these two on the "fucked up but soft" list speaks for itself here, and also I feel like one could somewhat reasonably pitch Doctrine of Labyrinths as "fucked up siblings in secondary world fantasy: the series." it wouldn't be very informative but it would be accurate.

3. Jiang Cheng & Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian (MDZS/The Untamed). And I say again: speaking of codependent! I know Wei Wuxian is not actually "sibling" yes but the weird in-between role he takes is also part of what makes this dynamic so good. And what I love about these three is that you look at them together and you're like "awww they're so cute it's so tragic how they fall apart" and then you scratch a little and you're like "oh no. oh dear. you guys are a mess and your relationship dynamics are a disaster that ain't good" and then you scratch a little more and go "awww. they're so cute in their incredibly messed up codependence triangle" again. they're so tangled up in each other in this messy cobbled together structure, and none of them can walk away from each other, not really. not outside of death, certainly, and not really even then.

love that for them.

4. Ianthe & Coronabeth. Hope we get more of these two in Alecto. I support women's wrongs. Can't wait to see what happens here because I suspect it will be (a) not good and (b) fun to watch.

5. Shi Qingxuan & Shi Wudu. I wavered for a while on this one, thought about going for my old Thor and Loki standby, but decided since I feel like I've talked less about these two...I just find their relationship fascinating. Shi Wudu's overbearing paternalistic attitude toward Shi Qingxuan, particularly toward her favor of her female form but also just in general his...base assumption that he knows what's best for her and is just making sure she's taken care of. All the way down to stealing and swapping fates, which he specifically, deliberately, keeps Shi Qingxuan from knowing about. Which makes sense! because when Shi Qingxuan - fair-minded Shi Qingxuan who was so adamant about Pei Su getting a trial and not getting off lightly just because he's Pei Ming's protege - finds out what happened, she immediately rejects it. She's desperate to throw away her godhood, actively fighting her brother's attempts to "help." She's disgusted by the knowledge of how she ascended.

I figure Shi Wudu would've had some sense of how Shi Qingxuan would feel about it, but he needed to save his baby brother's life and he overturned the world to do so. Which would be sweet and touching in a world where it didn't come so horribly at the expense of someone else's life - but of course it had to.

And at the same time, for all Shi Qingxuan rolls her eyes and expresses exasperation and frustration with her brother and his behavior, she also doesn't hesitate to go to him when he's in need. Or, well, she does hesitate, but ultimately she can't stand back. For all her anger with him for what he's done, and in her name, she still loves him so much, and tries so, so hard to save him, to save them both.

And the fact, too, that Shi Wudu actively provokes He Xuan into ripping his head off rather than choose an option that will cause Shi Qingxuan inevitable suffering (though what he thought would happen afterward, I don't know)...yikes, dude, but also I'm kinda impressed.

I would not necessarily say that I like Shi Wudu most of the time. But I do find him, and the way he interacts with Shi Qingxuan in particular, very interesting. And I love thinking about how Shi Qingxuan wrestles with his death post-canon. (I wonder if Shi Qingxuan feels like she's responsible for both Scholar He's death and her brother's.)

[villainousshakespeare]

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 15

Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut (previous chapters) Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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Caroline sat back with a small smile on her face as she listened to Tony grilling Loki on everything related to the Infinity stones. It was amusing to her how similar their minds worked, despite one being grounded in Earthly science and the other in Asgardian magic. They were both quick, clever, and given to intuitive leaps that very few other people could follow. It didn't take long before she saw the recognition light up in each of their eyes as they took the measure of each other.

Having given up on personally following the ins and outs of galaxy creating and shattering rocks, Caroline allowed her intuition to turn her gaze over to Loki's brother. Thor had been uncharacteristically quiet as the two geniuses prattled on. As she looked at him now, Caroline saw uncertainty and even a touch of hurt in his eyes.

"Gentlemen," she said, getting to her feet, "I think we can all agree that I am not the practical science or magical artifact expert in this group. So, if you will excuse me, I am just going to see to something outside. Thor, do you think you could help me?"

"What is it you need, love?" Loki asked, immediately abandoning his conversation to possessively take her hand. "I would be more than happy to assist you."

"No, you stay and talk shop with Tony," she insisted, insides fluttering at the way he hovered over her.

"Besides, if you think I am letting the two of you out of my sight at the same time, you are in for a rude awakening," Tony added.

"I hardly think you could prevent it," Loki bristled, pulling her close to him.

"Down boys," she sighed, pulling away. "Thor will do nicely. Though Loki, if you would... something warmer would be nice."

She gestured down at her clothing, and a moment later she was covered from head to toe in a warm down parka, snow pants, hat, scarf, and mittens so that only her face was visible. She also noted that instead of the warm, feminine colors he had dressed her in before she was now swathed in green with bright gold accents. Clearly her prince was set on marking his territory, and despite her independence it gave her a giddy sense of excitement that Loki clearly considered her to belong to him.

"Nice," Tony commented as Loki kissed her mouth lingeringly. "Real subtle there, Sigfried. Surprised you didn't just pee on her shoes."

"Play nice, boys," she scolded as Loki glared at Stark. "We will be back soon."

Linking her arm through Thor's, she led him out the back door onto the small porch.

"What is it I may assist you with, Doctor Thorpe?" Thor asked as the door shut behind them.

"Well, to begin with, you could tell me what is troubling you," she suggested, looking up into the stormy blue of his eyes.

"What do you mean?" he sputtered.

"Thor, it doesn't take a therapist to see that something has upset you. You can talk to me about it if you like; I swear it will go no farther."

"I see you are as wise as friend Stark has said," he replied ruefully, running his hand through his long blond hair. After a moment, she saw him reach a decision as he turned to her again. "Is it true? Did Loki really try to end his own life?"

"I was not there," she began carefully, "but it certainly seems that way to me. Your brother was in the midst of a psychological crisis. The entire fabric of his life had just been revealed to be a lie."

"I didn't know about any of that," Thor told her, voice earnest. "Loki was always different, but I never imagined that he was adopted, much less of a different race! Had I known, I would have done more to make sure that he felt welcome and at home on Asgard."

"Perhaps you should have done that anyway," she gently reproved him. "Being different is difficult enough for children or even adults."

"You did not know Loki," Thor shook his head. "He was not an easy person to assist. His pride is prickly and his wit biting. Sometimes it seemed that he was daring the others to torment him. Still, I could have done more, you are correct. And I should have sensed something was wrong. But I was away! Father had exiled me, you see."

"I am aware," she nodded.

"Loki tried to speak up for me when I was exiled, but he was silenced. No one tried to speak against Odin a second time, unless they were a fool, and that he has never been. When he came to visit me here on Earth and told me that Father was dead and Mother refused to see me, that was the lowest I have ever felt in my life."

"It was a cruel thing to do," Caroline sighed, feeling for them both. "I cannot excuse it, but perhaps I can offer some explanation."

"Please."

"He was afraid," she said simply.

"Of what?" Thor looked baffled.

"Of you, Thor. You hated Frost Giants. You had just been banished for trying to exterminate them. If you returned, how could he be sure that you would not continue that plan down to the last Jotun living in your family's home?"

"I would never kill Loki!"

"I know that," she said, sensing it was true. "But think of how he must have been feeling. His world upside down, Odin falling asleep before he could ease the knowledge, Frigga consumed with caring for her husband. There was no one he could talk to. His secret was shameful in his eyes, and it came just at the same time ultimate power was thrust into his hands. Who could possibly handle all of that gracefully? Loki lashed out because he was in pain himself."

"I was so angry when I returned," Thor's face was screwed up with the memory. "He had tried to kill me, to kill our friends. And then, when I arrived, he was about to commit genocide!"

"He was about to do the very thing you attempted just days before."

"True, but it was Loki who counselled against it!"

"That was before he knew what he really was."

"Why would he do it?" Thor asked. "He knew it was against Father's wishes."

"I think it is three-fold," she explained slowly. "One, he wanted to vanquish the enemy to prove to Asgard that he was a worthy successor to Odin, making the realm safe as you had wanted to do. Two, it would prove to those who knew his shame, as he saw it, that his loyalty was to the world that raised him rather than the one in which he was born."

"And three?" Thor asked as she hesitated.

"And three, I believe that subconsciously he wanted to kill them in hopes that it would kill the Jotun within himself. It is not a rational motive, but surely you can see how one might seek to blot out what they saw as their secret shame in this way?"

"It makes some sense, what you say," Thor concurred at last. "I thought, when he let go, that he was merely seeking the easy way out. He had pretended before, during our battle. Hanging on to the edge of the rainbow bridge, he had called out to me as a brother, only to dissolve into an illusion when I tried to help him. I thought the plunge into the abyss to be some trick of this sort, that he was hiding away to make us suffer. It was the type of thing he might have done, only to reappear a day or two later. When he didn't emerge, I was distraught, thinking his prank had gone awry and that he was dead indeed."

"It may have been easier if was," she said sadly. "Your brother faced some horrible months, Thor. I will not betray his confidences and tell you of them, and in truth I do not know the whole, but you might ask him, some time, what he suffered after his fall."

"You have given me much to think on," Thor said. "I am glad to know that Loki is not the villain I had feared he had become, but at the same time I find I may not be the hero I had hoped to be."

"It is not that simple, Thor. No one is completely a villain or hero, or at least very few. We all have shadings in us. Sometimes it just takes others believing in us to make us choose the right path."

"I am glad that my brother has you to believe in him," Thor told her, taking her hand between his two large ones. "There is a lightness to Loki's countenance that I have not seen in some time. It is not hard to discern that you are the reason for that change. I will forever be in your debt for that. You are a good doctor."

"It has been my pleasure to help your brother see the light within himself," she blushed at the complement. "Though, to be honest, I stopped being his doctor some time ago. Our relationship is a bit more complicated now."

"I inferred as much from your position when we arrived," he said with a twinkle. "Once I realized that you were there willingly, of course."

"Of course," her blush deepened. "Quite willingly."

"I am doubly glad. You have my full support and blessing."

"Thank you, but I do not know if it is anything that serious," she added, not wanting to give a false impression.

"I know my brother, Dr. Thorpe - Caroline, if I may?" he asked and she nodded. "Loki's feelings for you are quite serious. That is writ plain all over his face, and your clothing. In fact, if I keep you out here any longer, he may just try to end my life again."

"Well, we wouldn't want that," she laughed, heart soaring. "Shall we go inside?"

"Yes, and thank you, for helping me to understand."

***

Loki's jaw clenched as he watched Thor escorting Caroline outside. It wasn't that he didn't trust his brother with her, or that he thought her eye might wander, he merely preferred to have her attention focused on him. He had only just found her; he was not ready to share her with the wider world.

"You and the doc, huh? Didn't see that one coming."

Loki looked over to where Stark was helping himself to a glass of the brown liquor. He was developing a grudging respect for the man - he was quick for a mortal - but that didn't mean he was willing to let him get away with disrespect.

"You will watch what you say about Caroline," he made his voice regal and impressive, but the irksome man just grinned in response.

"So, it's not just convenience then? I had to say, I was wondering. After all, she did come with the shiny blue teleporter. Gotta say you have good taste though. Much better than your taste in scotch, by the way. This is sorely lacking."

"Feel free to not drink it," Loki snarled as Stark tipped back the drink despite its inadequacies.

"Needs must," Tony shrugged. "How did you convince her to spring you? I've been working with her for years now and she always played by the rules before."

"I did not attempt to convince her," Loki answered honestly, enjoying the truth. "In fact, she was quite insistent on helping me. It appears as though I have a draw you are clearly lacking."

"Huh. Maybe it's the horns. You know... symbolism and all. Tell me, is the length indicative, or are you overcompensating?"

"I do not care to discuss my relationship with Caroline with you, Stark," he ground out, but could not resist adding, "as for my physical endowments, suffice to say that the lady had no complaints."

"Well, here's to that!" Stark poured himself another glass and downed it with a toast. "How do you drink this swill?"

"I don't," Loki informed him. "I rarely bother with your Midgardian liquors. Only a child would feel any affect from them."

"Really? What do you drink then?"

With a twist of his hand Loki produced a decanter full of his favorite Asgardian brandy. The deep reddish brown caught the light of the fireplace as he poured it into two snifters that had materialized on table. Stark picked up a glass, swirling it to bring out the flavors before taking sip.

"Now that is what I'm talking about!" he said, savoring the taste.

"Careful, Stark," Loki warned. "This is not a drink for children."

"Good thing I'm all grown up then. Damn, that's good!"

Loki chuckled, relaxing a bit as he sipped his beverage. Really, the man was not all bad. As long as he kept his tongue in check about Caroline, Loki could almost like him. They polished off the first glasses rather quickly, and Loki refilled for them both. He was feeling a familiar rosy glow spread through his limbs. It had been some time since he had relaxed in this fashion. While not as desiresome and intimate as his time spent with Caroline, there was nonetheless something pleasing about sharing a drink with a person in comradery. Before he knew it, they were exchanging stories and laughing like old friends. Only a small part of his brain remained nagging him about Thor and Caroline outside colluding.

"You mean to tell me, if I had simply tapped you an inch in any direction, the scepter would have worked?" he asked in horror as Stark finished explaining the mechanism that kept him alive.

"Swear on Jarvis' life," Tony replied, lifting up his t-shirt to reveal the glowing circle implanted in his chest. "Good thing you're not persistent."

"Good thing you're obnoxious, more like," Loki countered, reaching over to poke at the reactor.

"Um... are we interrupting something?"

Loki turned around to smile at Caroline as she and Thor walked back into the room. She looked so beautiful with the way the cold brought additional color to her cheeks. With a gesture that was a bit more elaborate than it strictly needed to be, he removed the winter wear he had dressed her in, leaving her once more in the t-shirt and shorts that he preferred.

"Does he do that all the time?" Tony demanded as Caroline shrieked in surprise.

"It can be convenient," she allowed, smiling as she walked over to stand near the fire. "A bit high handed, but useful. I see you two are getting along."

"I was just telling Houdini here how close he came to winning his idiotic war against humanity."

"I would not have enjoyed that," Loki said, having had time to consider the idea. "It was much more enjoyable to throw you out the window."

"Why do I feel like I should be offended?" Tony asked, not sounding offended in the least.

"Oh, come on Tony," Caroline laughed as Loki drew her down onto his lap and nuzzled against her neck. "I highly doubt he's the first person to want to defenestrate you. I can personally recall a couple of occasions when the thought might have run through my mind."

"You mean that, Loki?" Thor asked, his voice serious amongst the lighthearted tone in the room. "You are glad you did not win against us?"

"I certainly was doing my best to fail," he confessed candidly. "I all but wrote you a dissertation describing my strategy, brother. Do you really think I could lead no better assault than that?"

Wordlessly, Thor crossed the room and embraced him, an awkward feat since Caroline was perched on his knee. Loki was taken aback for a moment, but slowly he felt his eyes growing suspiciously moist. Blinking away the proof of the sentiment, he raised his arm to return Thor's hug, cautiously allowing the hard knot that had lodged in his heart to loosen ever so slightly.

"I should not have doubted you," Thor told him, holding the side of his face in a gesture Loki had experienced a thousand times. "Forgive me, brother."

"Yeah, the guy did still throw me out a window," Tony chimed in.

"I forgive you," Loki said, ignoring the mortal now lying on his sofa. "And for my part, I am sorry for what I said to you in your cell. About Odin and Frigga. You know Mother would never turn her back on you."

"I should have remembered that. As I should have asked you what had happened when you fell from the Bifrost."

Loki had to be careful or the swelling in his chest would overcome him. He knew how rare it was for Thor to apologize, not that he was in the habit of doing it himself. Wordlessly he looked at the beautiful woman in his arms.

She had done this for him. Not only had she freed him physically from his cell, but she had opened the cell in which he had imprisoned his emotions. Now, thanks to her, he had his brother back, he was closer than he had been in ages to making a friend, and he was hopelessly, dazzlingly in love.

He was happy, he realized. Happier than he had been for as long as he could remember. Which was surely why deep down he was also terrified.

[unofferable-fic]

“You’re just annoyed that your personal headcanon isn’t canon!”

Or; my personal thoughts (ranting) about the Loki series and its surrounding toxic discourse.

First of all, I’m going to preface this with the following: whether you loved or hated the Loki series, or you fall somewhere in between, your opinion is valid and if anyone tells you that you can’t express that in a critical manner, then they need to kindly go away. I should also mention the obvious which most people understand — death threats directed at anyone involved in making the series is disgusting and if you do so you’re fucking deluded.

Now that that’s out of the way…

I’m someone who wasn’t overly fond of the series in the end. I went in surprisingly hopeful after enjoying Wandavision and TFATWS. For the most part I really enjoyed the first 3 episodes (episode 3 being the best imo) but I found myself quickly disillusioned by how the narrative seemed to fall apart in terms of cohesiveness. Keeping it short and sweet, I feel like a lot of the relationships (whether platonic or otherwise) were rushed. I found Loki’d dynamic with both Mobius and Sylvie to be confusing, unbelievable, and all around not earned. It feels as though they had a start point and an end point (ie. Loki needs a genuine friend) but we didn’t see any of the journey in between to show how the relationship developed. The quote “after all this time…” in episode 6 sent me over. Like Loki pls you’ve known this woman for max two days or something… No, I’m not salty because he didn’t end up with Mobius. No, I’m not salty because of “selfcest”. I’m salty because I don’t think the relationships were done as well as they could have been. Also, even though no one asked, Loki x therapy is the only ship I give a rats about.

Other points include the following:

Loki felt more like a side character with little impact on the events in his own show.

Sylvie sometimes teeters into Mary-Sue territory, and at times appears to be valued only because she is a woman.

Mobius’ relationship with Loki seems inherently toxic and he is not his therapist. As someone who regularly attends therapy sessions, if your therapist ever talks to you like Mobius talks to Loki — get a new goddamn therapist, Jesus Christ…

In my opinion, the show explores very little of Loki’s character and what makes him tick, especially considering this is post-Avengers 2012 Loki. I’m aware there were only six episodes and I’m not expecting everything to be crammed in, but where Loki was in Thor 1 and the Avengers seems so disconnected from where he is in the series. It seems to portray him as someone hellbent on power and ruling, as opposed to someone desperate for respect and the love of his family/people.

But I digress, the real point of this post was to tell certain people to feck off. Obviously there’s going to be discourse around the series, but I’m starting to get really sick of one side telling the other “you put your personal headcanons on Loki”, “he’s not your character”, “you’re just annoyed because canon didn’t go how you wanted”, “you’re projecting your own abuse on him”, blah blah blah. And here was me thinking the discourse around Ragnarok was bad, but this is another level, lads.

Here’s an idea, how about people who liked the show stop acting like those who didn’t just pulled their opinion on Loki right out of their own ass? All I know is that every opinion I’ve ever formed on him was based on the first three films he appeared in. That’s it — nothing made up because I love to project as someone who went through similar shit to him.

Discuss the show, but don’t be a massive bellend about it.

In summary, Tom Hiddleston I am free next Saturday if you are free next Saturday and I’ll buy all the rounds of Jameson you need while we talk about Loki and how he — no matter what happens to him within the MCU from here on out — will always be one of favourite characters to grace the big screen.

(Anyway who cares what I think, people are just going to call me a whiny Loki apologist regardless.)

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Unpopular Opinion, but I think the first 2 Thor Movies were better than the last two directed by Taika, BUT LEMME EXPLAIN WHY.

I am ABSOLUTELY not dissing Taika as a director, not his take on the plot and characters.

In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed both "Thor: Ragnarok" and "Thor: Love and Thunder". I can personally say that I liked them quite a lot. They were entertaining, I cackled like an idiot for most of the movies and I did have a great time throughout the best part of them. (plus, Jeff Goldblum as The Grandmaster, Cate Blanchett as Hela -dear Gods, Hela fml - and Tessa Thompson as Valkyrie...LIKE. THEY WERE *EVERYTHING. *E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G*)

What I DIDN'T LIKE was the STRIKING dissonance in vibes and mood between the first two movies and the last two.

We went from Kenneth Branagh's "Serious, almost Shakesperian motifs" in the first Thor (up to this date, still very much my favorite) to Loki's"Heavens, no. I've run out of favor with the Grandmaster, and in exchange for codes and access to a ship, I'm asking for safe passage... through the Anus."

I personally am not a fan of movies connected to a certain character, that are set up to have a certain motif and that start up with a certain vibe behind them, and then, one movie later, they get a turn left so sudden, I couldn't even brace myself because it didn't see it coming AT ALL.

And once more, I am absolutely not dissing Taika's take on the movies, but rather whoever thought it was a good idea to bring such dissonance into the continuum of the events connected to the Asgardians.

If Thor's whole story had been set up to evolve through a more comical lens FROM THE BEGINNING, such as in Taika's movie, I wouldn't have had a problem AT ALL with how the movies had subsequentially developed, because there was a thread that was followed, and it was consistent. On the contrary, I would have probably been equally pissed had they started on the comical path and then took a more serious, gloomier turn with the last two (so basically the opposite of what has happened instead).

So, I guess, what I am trying to say is that I failed to appreciate the last two movies 100% because of the lack of consistency in tones and also characterization of certain characters.

And this brings me to want to spend just a few words on Loki.

I adored Loki from the first Thor, how he was characterized in "The Avengers" and then how he still was himself in Thor 2, but with some growth to himself. Loki, from what I perceived, was set up to be a tragic villain bordering on the Anti-Hero territories, which was consistent with his mythologic counterpart, so, I truly failed to appreciate his evolution as the buttmonkey to Thor's jokes. While I appreciated that Taika kept Loki's mischievousness (I mean, Loki is THE God of Mischief), I didn't like the fact that he went from being considered a threat to being treated as a nuisance at best, and a buffoon at worst.

(don't let me start on the fact that Sygin was never brought into the MCU lore, because Gods forbid we bring someone that adds to Loki's whole character and bring even more depth to him. But that's precisely what fanfictions are for, fml.).

So, what I am trying to say is that I wish "Ragnarok" and "Love and Thunder" had been done with a little bit of criterium AND in correlations to how the whole Asgardian lore had been explored in the first two movies, rather than just deciding to throw all that to the nettles and go down another path altogether.

And I do realize that these movies have been done over the course of almost 15 years, so, of course, things change over time. But I still think that there was A LOT of potential to explore Thor and the Asgardians' lore in a more cohesive way.

that's my two cents right there.

HERE, LEMME LEAVE YOU WITH *THESE* DISNEY PRINCES, AFTER ALL THESE BABBLES.

[thehagoftheironwood]

Squeeee!!!! OMGOMGOMG!

Or something.

Yeah… not really sure how I feel.

Unsolicited opinions and speculation:

I didn’t much like season one, with the exception of episode 5, and I liked the character Hunter-B15. Was happy to see her in the trailer. I hope they don’t do something stupid with her. I love her, she has the potential of being the baddest of good-guy badasses with a past.

I deal with the changes in the Loki character by just mentally separating him into different characters. So there’s Original Loki (my very fav), Ragnarok Loki (not to be confused with Laurits Loki, who is my second fav 🪱), and TVA Loki ( I could go on with comic book versions, Norse Mythology and other depictions, but I'm choosing not to, lol).

TVA Loki does not negate Original Loki for me, so it's all good. For me, anyway. I do understand the outrage and disappointment. I would have loved more Original Loki, too 😕.

Anyway… I also loved Kang, but the actor had to go and be a dickhead and spoil everything. He is in the trailer, I wonder if that’s because they included him in that mid-credit scene and just kept the one appearance, or if we will still be seeing him? Maybe it's another red herring in the trailer and he’s been completely cut? Dumbass, talented actor guy 😕.

Then Sylvie… She is not a favorite of mine, and I will not go off on a rant. The trailer didn’t show as much of her as I would have expected, though. But then, the season one trailer omitted a lot of stuff and threw in some red herrings as well. Who knows? Hoping she will go away. She won't, but I can hope, lol.

The Ke Huy Quan character worries me. There’s been so much hype. His voice in the trailer makes me cringe… hoping he doesn't slip into Jar Jar Binx territory. Hopefully, that's just a bad first impression, the idea of the character looks cool. I want it to work.

Tragic lack of green leather in the trailer 😭. Please be a hidden surprise! And the awful beige suit, which is the Middle Aged Car Salesman Loki costume, seems to have survived 😕. Make it go away.

Hair… <sigh> I get it, the actor is losing his hair and hates wearing wigs or extensions. I’m not going to be an asshole and whine about it. We’ll always have the movies.

So the Loki-Stan in me is squealing with delight, but the more rational part of me is apprehensive. It's not “my” Loki, but it's “a” Loki. How can more Loki be a bad thing?

Oh! And I hope there's another scene involving goats! I’m weird that way, it's a great party trick. Or maybe a Svadilfari character 😈. Trying to make the best of a hopeless situation 😂.

[otakween]

Digimon World 2 - First Impressions

And so it begins...another long ass Digimon PSX game playthrough. I'm feeling cautiously optimistic about this one. On the one hand, the gameplay seems more straightforward than the other one and the dialogue actually makes sense. On the other, they still aren't fully explaining things to me and the controls kinda suck. We'll see where this goes...I'm about an hour in with 1 mission under my belt (not counting the tutorial mission).

Notes:

-I had a lot of fun watching the early 2000s CGI intro, especially the beginning where Veemon bangs on my TV screen. Gotta love those fourth wall breaks!

Honestly, the CGI holds up very well in my opinion. I feel like I've seen crappier stuff come out more recently. It helps that these are digital, make believe creatures so there's no need for realistic textures.

-Right off the bat we get hit with the name "Zudokorn"...Okaaaay. That's a choice. I left the MC's name as "Akira" because why not? I like knowing the canon names for things.

-This game is pretty anti-exploration just like the first game was in the beginning. You can only move a limited amount of spaces in the dungeon before you run out of "EP" (engine power?) and the overworld is a boring map. When games switch from letting you walk from place to place to just clicking boxes on a map, they cut out a lot of important ambience/character that makes games memorable!

-I really like the little anime portraits you get when talking to characters. We only really saw that in the first game with Analogman. 2D art was a way better call in this era for this kinda thing

-Excited to have a turn-based, RPG style fighting system. The fact that we can see all of the digimon's moves 3D animated gives me Pokémon Colosseum vibes. I just hope sitting through those (kinda slow) animations doesn't become tedious.

-So this is a whole new, unfamiliar territory for Digimon. Instead of there being a select few chosen children, the world is populated by a bunch of "tamers," children and adults. I'm not sure if they permanently live in the digital world or just visit sometimes. They seemingly have jobs within the digital world, so it's like a whole functioning society. Not sure if these boss battles are like everyday nuisances or what. I'm assuming the main conflict hasn't been introduced yet.

-It's weird to me how Patamon is the data mascot and Agumon is the vaccine mascot. I would think Patamon would make a better vaccine mascot since he evolves into Angemon, but whatever.

-I debated a lot between joining the Gold Hawks or the Black Swords, but eventually decided the Black Swords seemed best. I think Sheena's really cute and I didn't like how the other groups seemed to look down on virus digimon. Goth route it is! (Named my DemiDevimon Loki hehe)

-Very curious to see how digivolving will work in this game. Will the evolution lines be more straightfoward than the first game? Will the digimon de-evolve? I just hope they don't waste away like they did in the previous entry because that was a huge bummer.

-Not a huge fan of the dungeon crawler genre because I find it kinda repetitive and bland from a design/experience perspective. That being said, I also haven't played very many dungeon crawler games so maybe I don't know what I'm talking about lol.

[kingspuppet-a]

Anon || Unprompted

What is something you've always wanted to write, but never had the opportunity to do so?

|| This is honestly such a hard question for me simply because I have so many ideas that I’d love to write that I either 1.) can’t remember them all at once or 2.) feel kind of embarrassed for wanting them even though there’s nothing wrong with the ideas at all.

So I guess to just name a few:

• Writing more of Goro’s recovery ark. I’ve dabbled with this a bit, but never really in an RP setting. I would love to explore him awakening after the collapse of the Metaverse either in the hospital ready for recovery. Or gosh, possibly even stumbling to one of the Thieves without really realizing it for aid.

• An AU of where maybe Goro actually does join the Thieves and reveals his connection to Shido. This is purely for angst factor but also getting to see him connect more with everyone else

• More romance/domestic life. I’ve written it a bit, but never really on here. I have some ships but we haven’t really entered super domestic/fluffy territory, if that makes sense? I’d just love to see Goro finally accepting the love of someone else and making peace with it.

• Goro has a palace AU. Granted I still am workshopping that verse and what I want for his palace, but it’s still a massive want.

• I really want to write Goro interacting more with Loki and Robin, and maybe even Hereward. I just love the idea of persona users getting to communicate with their personas. (Also like making the personas have human forms too? Yes please.)

Like I said before, there are more. But these are some of the ones that are currently standing out to me the most!