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MCU The Avengers - How did the fandom came to believe Loki was tortured by Thanos? (aka when God, Saint Paul and Dante seem to say the same thing)

Everyone has probably heard how there are people who say that, after falling into the Void at the end of “Thor”, Loki was tortured by Thanos and then sent to Earth. Of course every time this story comes up there’s a debate because this is not explicitly shown and some say it’s just a theory (word of Dante), some say someone involved with the work said so (word of Saint Paul) and some says the creators, be it Marvel or Joss Whedon or another director/scriptwriter said so (word of God).

Well, the truth is a collective chat about the three.

But first...

SOURCES MENTIONED:

Movies: “The Avengers” (2012), “Guardians of the Galaxy” (2014), “Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2″ (2017), “Avengers: Infinity War”

Series: “Loki” (2021)

Comics: None mentioned

Direct-to-video animated film: None mentioned

Motion comics: None mentioned

Books: “The art of The Avengers” (2012)

Novels: “Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers” (2015)

Webs: The official Marvel web

Others: Interview: “‘Thor: The Dark World’: Tom Hiddleston on boom times for evildoers”, Interview: “Tom Hiddleston - live on stage Q&A: Popcorn Tax.i October 8, 2013, Event Cinemas George Street, Sydney”, Interview: “Tom Hiddleston THE AVENGERS Set Visit Interview”, Interview: “Joss Whedon told Comic-Con the question he doesn’t want us to ask ever again”, Interview: ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ director explains why a major death had to happen so early in the movie, Script: “The Avengers”, Interview: Secrets Revealed in Joss Whedon’s Avengers DVD Commentary

Let’s start with...

WORD OF DANTE (aka fancanons)

Undoubtedly fans noticed some suspicious things in Loki which has brought them to draw certain conclusions.

1) At the end of “Thor”, when he control Selvig, his face seems to be bruised, as if he had been beaten. It’s easy for fans to assume if he seems to be beaten maybe... well, he was?

2) When he arrives, in “The Avengers”, in some scenes he seems unsteady on his feet and in poor shape as if he’d been beaten and, in one scene, he seems unable to stand straight. Same as above, Loki will prove through the movie he’s very resistant. If something made him unsteady on his feet... well, this can mean someone beaten him.

3) The Other threatens him and keeps him under surveillance, as if he’s controlling him somehow, both during the movie and in a deleted scene, which seems to imply Loki is working under coercion more than willingly.

THE OTHER: You will have your war, Asgardian. If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he can’t find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain. [The Avengers]

4) Some wondered if Loki could have ended up being possessed as well by the sceptre as the sceptre could control minds.

5) Some noticed how Loki’s eyes appear as blue in “The Avengers”, a characteristic of the possessed guys, while in “Thor” they seem to be green was a hint Loki was possessed, same as Selvig and Barton.

6) Some wondered if Thanos might have tortured him to force him to cooperate as Thanos is known for having tortured people working under him. We saw him torturing Nebula in both “Avengers: Infinity War” and “Avengers: Endgame” and we also have those bits:

Gamora: He’s not my father. When Thanos took my home world, he killed my parents in front of me. He tortured me, turned me into a weapon. [Guardians of the Galaxy]

Nebula: You were the one who wanted to win. And I just wanted a sister! You were all I had. But you were the one who needed to win. Thanos pulled my eye from my head… and my brain from my skull… and my arm from my body… because of you. [Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2]

Gamora: All my life, I dreamed of a day... a moment when you would get what you deserved. And I was always so disappointed. But now... you kill and torture... and you call it mercy. The universe has judged you. You asked it for a prize, and it told you no. You failed. And do you wanna know why? Because you love nothing. No one. [Avengers: Infinity War]

7) Others assumed that, if Thanos didn’t do it personally, another of his children could have done it for him. We saw Ebony Maw torturing Stange in order to get the stone for Thanos.

Ebony Maw: You’ll only wish you were dead. [Avengers: Infinity War]

8) Since Thanos was willing to kill Rohan should he fail to bring back to him the orb, Thanos would have killed Loki if he hadn’t brought back the Tesseract so Loki was working for him under coercion.

Thanos: I shall honour our agreement, Kree. If you bring me the Orb. But return to me again empty-handed... ...and I will bathe the stairways in your blood. [Guardians of the Galaxy]

Ebony Maw: In all the time I’ve served Thanos, I’ve never failed him. If I were to reach our rendezvous on Titan with the Time Stone still attached to your vaguely irritating person, there would be... judgement. [Avengers: Infinity War]

9) Loki’s willing cooperation wasn’t needed if Thanos had the feeling Loki could do it. He had blackmailed Gamora into giving him the location of the soul stone and he had killed Tivan to get the reality stone.

World of Dante is, as usual, very charming but if not supported by anything else it can’t ascend to canon. This doesn’t mean it’s false unless Word of God ends up stating the opposite, but this doesn’t mean it’s true either. Just possible but unproved.

So is there someone else that’s a little stronger than fan theories?

Enter...

WORD OF SAINT PAUL (aka what Tom Hiddleston says)

For start that he has blue eyes and, from the way he speak, apparently he was never made wear green eye contacts.

Loki is a sexy villain, but that’s not part of his ambition, is it? He doesn’t seem to be interested in love or sex but he has this sexuality about him, maybe it’s his lust for power. What do you think of Loki as a sexy beast? [Laughs] That’s the first time anyone has ever used that phrase about Loki. It’s fascinating isn’t it? I don’t know because it’s not a part of the conscious construction. I take relish in playing him. I think there’s a physical self-possession about him, a self-acceptance. Of course I’ve been very exacting about his physicality. You know, I was born with very blonde, curly hair, and a mixture of Scottish and English genes, and my complexion is very ruddy and healthy. In making him with this raven black hair and blanching my face of all colour, it changes my features. Suddenly my blue eyes look a lot bluer, which lends a severity to my face. And even my own smile has a distorted menace to it. Whatever comes through me naturally is distorted. It’s almost like a filter on a light. [‘Thor: The Dark World’: Tom Hiddleston on boom times for evildoers]

This disproves Fan theory point number 5. You might have noticed though that the theory about Loki being possessed by the sceptre is point 4. You’ll see later why I hadn’t placed those two points together.

And now let’s see what he has to say about what happened between “Thor” and “The Avengers.

In your opinion, what happen to Loki when he fell in to the void? Like, what did he experienced? HIDDLESTON: “You mean at the end of Thor?” “Yeah.” HIDDLESTON: “I think he went like with everything else to… Joss Whedon and I discussed it, to a sort of… hum… as… It was like the worst place imaginable. I think, he went to sort of all of the darkest recesses of the Universe, you know. I’m sure he had a brush with… with... with... several brushes with death. I think he ran into the shadiest characters you can find in the Nine Realms. I think he had to rely on his wits to protect himself. Hum… It was really, really, really unpleasant, I think. Umm… and all I have to, you know, I don’t have any frame of reference for that, really, except for imagining what it might be like to be… I don’t know, to be kidnapped by sort of a terrorist cell or something. And have to survive very very frightening and precarious existence. But whatever it was, it was important when Loki came back for the Avengers. Whatever compassion he had left, was absolutely kind a shrivelled to a minimum. Because of the experience he had. Harrowing, I think, and scarring for life. In a way that Odin and Thor, and Frigga find very, very difficult to understand. It’s a good question. Happy Birthday.” [Tom Hiddleston - live on stage Q&A: Popcorn Tax.i October 8, 2013, Event Cinemas George Street, Sydney]

How different is Loki in this film when compared to how he is in Thor? I think that he comes into his own power at the end of Thor. Is he just very angry and bitter in this film? HIDDLESTON: Well, what can I say here? I swear to you that in that building over there, there are sniper rifles. [laughs] I think that what was interesting about the journey of Loki in Thor is that he went from second string and damaged prints to being the God of mischief and God of evil. I think somewhere between the end of Thor and the beginning of The Avengers, Loki has been to the Marvel equivalent of the 7th circle of hell. At the end of Thor you see him let go. He lets go of the spear, he lets go of Asgard, and he lets go of the need of his brother and father’s affection and approval. He has bigger plans now. [Tom Hiddleston THE AVENGERS Set Visit Interview]

HIDDLESTON: “At the end of Thor, Loki lets go of that spear and falls into a wormhole,” Hiddleston said. “And the question in the audience’s mind, one hopes, is what happens to Loki in that moment? And in the time between the end of Thor and the beginning of The Avengers, Loki has explored the shadowy highways and byways of the universe – and he’s met some terrible, terrible people and probably has some awful experiences, which he has survived and overcome. So by the time he arrives in The Avengers, he knows the extents of his power – and he’s unafraid to use it. And more importantly, he’s unafraid to enjoy it.” [The Art of The Avengers]

There’s actually more but I think I’ll stop here.

Overall Tom Hiddleston seems to be a big supporter of something terrible happening to Loki, something equivalent to being ‘to the Marvel equivalent of the 7th circle of hell’* evidently at the hands of someone, the ‘shadiest characters you can find in the Nine Realms’, ‘some terrible, terrible people’.

Basically he says ‘I don’t have any frame of reference for that, really, except for imagining what it might be like to be… I don’t know, to be kidnapped by sort of a terrorist cell or something. And have to survive very very frightening and precarious existence.’

[*7th circle of hell: For who’s curious the 7th circle of hell in Dante Alighieri’s Divina Commedia is where are punished those who had committed violence against others and against themselves (suicides). Loki committed both sins. For Dante people who committed violence against people is immersed in a river of boiling blood with centaurs shooting arrows at those who try to escape while suicides are transformed into bushes and trees, gnarled and thorny, fed upon by the Harpies for all time. Likely that’s not what was done to him but anyway that’s not a nice place to be.]

Yes, Tom Hiddleston never said it was Thanos and his men who ‘kidnapped Loki and put him through the equivalent of the 7th circle of hell’. He’s very vague on this but we now Tom Hiddleston is careful not to give information which could constitute spoilers.

He also never mentions Loki being mind controlled as far as I know.

So we need an even higher source.

We need...

WORD OF GOD, or, in this case the WORD OF GODS, plural, because in the Marvel world there’s plenty of people who can claim authorship for the stories of those characters.

Whedon avoided speculating about his future plans, claiming he had too much on his plate to think about what will come next, but he did reveal that he’s bothered by a bit of unresolved backstory for Loki. At the end of Thor, Loki was emotional conflicted, but at the beginning of Avengers, he’s a demented villain, with no qualms about unleashing alien hell on Earth. Asked about how happened in between, Whedon said: “Well, I can’t tell you exactly what went on because it’s this dark, dark secret that I didn’t make up yet. But, the other day, I had trouble with that because he had this very passionate Shakespearean tragedy thing going on in Thor and then I needed a villain who’s not only capable, but ready and willing and anxious to take on all these heroes. For me, he just basically went on some horrible walkabout… That was pretty much as far as I got.” [Joss Whedon told Comic-Con the question he doesn’t want us to ask ever again]

God confirms what Tom Hiddleston said, Loki went through something terrible... but he had no idea what because he still had to work on it. He didn’t want to establish what. But, as I said, Marvel has plenty of Gods willing to talk.

After Loki fell in the wormhole... where did he fell?

Arriving at the Sanctuary through a wormhole caused by the Bifrost, Loki met the Other, ruler of the ancient race of extraterrestrials the Chitauri, and Thanos. Offering the God of Mischief dominion over his brother’s favorite realm Earth, Thanos requested the Tesseract in return. Gifted with a Sceptre that acted as a mind control device, Loki would be able to influence others. Unbeknownst to him, the Sceptre was also influencing him, fueling his hatred over his brother Thor and the inhabitants of Earth. [MARVERL official web]

So no, after falling into the wormhole Loki didn’t go on a touristic trip through the universe, met someone bad unrelated to Thanos, changed and then met up with Thanos.

He straight out ended up at the Sanctuary and met with the Other who worked for Thanos.

Yes, they don’t say he got tortured in this bit but they confirm the sceptre was influencing him, ‘fueling his hatred over his brother Thor and the inhabitants of Earth’.

There’s some more that comes from Joe Russo and Stephen McFeely.

If you’ve watched every movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, you shouldn’t have been too surprised Thanos killed Loki. His death has been a long time coming since 2012’s “Avengers.” You may not recall, but it was Loki’s job in “Avengers” to secure the Tesseract and deliver it to Thanos. Loki never made good on that promise. It was only a matter of time before Thanos came after him to collect. Co-director Joe Russo says Thanos ultimately murders Loki “for disobedience.” “Remember, he [Thanos] had a relationship with Loki, even if it was off-screen where he entrusted him with a duty in ‘Avengers 1’ and Loki failed,” pointed out “Infinity War” screenwriter Stephen McFeely. “He’s [Thanos] making him [Loki] pay,” added Joe Russo. “Thanos has a long memory,” McFeely concluded. [‘Avengers: Infinity War’ director explains why a major death had to happen so early in the movie]

And then... then there’s something that’s even above World of God.

So finally we have...

CANON, aka what the movies say, and they say the weirdest canon lines in this regard if I can say so.

Thanos: [Walks over and drops Loki’s body in front of Thor.] No resurrections this time. [Avengers: Infinity War]

Loki: Is that the only reason you brought us here? To kill us? I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been killed, so go ahead. Do your worst. [Loki Ep 4]

How all this translates? (aka Word of Dante comes back because God and Saint Paul are just too obscure and canon is no better)

If Loki after falling into the wormhole ended up straight to the Sanctuary, the ones who played the part of the terrorists and lead him to an experience similar to ending in the 7th circle of hell where he had many brushes with death where either Thanos or his men.

Do your pick if the Other took care of it personally, if Thanos did the job or if he let the pleasure to Ebony Maw and what they did to him, if they forced him to fight with others same as Gamora and Nebula where forced to do, with the loser also losing a body part or if they just beat him.

The fact that Loki, in the “Loki” series say he has been killed so many times he lost count and that Thanos in “Avengers: Infinity War” says there will be no resurrection this time seem to be connected.

That Loki as far as we know only attempted suicide by letting himself fall in a wormhole once, and Thanos couldn’t know Loki was given up for dead in Svartalfheim so the idea that Loki was killed many time and that Thanos know he had been resurrected should be connected.

How? That’s beyong my understanding as, as far as I know, no one in Thanos’ group has resurrecting powers. Can the mind stone do it? This would open up another theory.

As for the sceptre controlling him ‘fuelling his hatred over his brother Thor and the inhabitants of Earth’ what does that mean?

That he’s clearly not completely brainwashed as Selvig and Hawkeye.

So which is his level of brainwashing?

Very likely it’s at the same level as the one of the Avengers when they are in the same room and start arguing and the discussion degenerates to the point they seemed about to go at each other while the gem in the sceptre starts to glow, which is something both the script and the novelization reference...

[As the “team” argues, they don’t realize the BLUE GEM on Loki’s sceptre is glowing brightly.] [“The Avengers” Script]

None of them noticed when the gem set into Loki’s sceptre started to glow. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

...and that the visual remark, turning the scene upside down as the gem is in full focus.

The novelization describes them as arguing without even knowing exactly what they’re arguing about.

Tony and Cap squared off over an argument that they couldn’t remember starting. Tony was still mad about the last thing Cap had said to him... whatever it was. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

We also see Bruce picking up the sceptre without realizing, something that’s referenced both by the script and the novel.

BANNER: You wanna know my secret, Agent Romanoff? You wanna know how I stay calm? [BLACK WIDOW and Fury have their hands down to grab their guns.] STEVE: Doctor Banner... put down the sceptre. [BANNER LOOKS DOWN AND IS SHOCKED TO SEE HE’S HOLDING LOKI’S SCEPTRE. The computer beeps. They all turn to it.] [“The Avengers” Script]

“Dr. Banner,” Cap said. “Put down the sceptre.” Bruce looked down. He hadn’t even known he’d picked it up. He looked back up and saw Natasha’s hand on her sidearm. Fury was also ready to draw. The others were drawing back from him as well. Even though he could see what was going on, the hostility in the air was still tick enough that Bruce didn’t know wherever he could back everyone down... or wherever he could back himself down. He could feel the tension rising inside him. He could feel the monster trying to get loose. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

The implication is that the sceptre is influencing them, pulling out their worst feelings and competitively and whatever which matches with what it did with Loki, it fuelled his hate.

It’s interesting how, when Loki arrives on Earth, the gem is glowing...

Also, the stranger held a kind of spear in his right hand. Set into its head, a gem glowed the same icy blue as the energy that had spilled from the Tesseract. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

...and he also looks at the sceptre as if he hadn’t realized having it in his hand.

“Sir,” Fury called as armoured S.H.I.E.L.D. agents closed nearer, “Please put down the spear.” The man looked at the sceptre as if he had only just noticed he had it. Then, slowly, he looked back up at Fury, and a vicious smile spread across his face. [“Marvel Cinematic Universe Phase One: The Avengers”]

It’s worth to mention though, in that scene in which the Avengers argue, none of the Avengers has his eyes turning blue, although they weren’t themselves any longer.

So, it’s possible this is the distinction, Clint and Selvig have completely lost their will and are subjugated to Loki’s will, and as a result they’ve the blue eyes, Loki and the Avengers instead only had their mind warped by increasing exponentially their negative feelings to the point they might have started losing focus of the situation and only operate on negative feelings... if that’s make sense. They’re still themselves but their perception is warped so they’re acting in a way that’s not normal for them.

On another note it seems that in Joss Whedon’s Avengers DVD Commentary he said that

Hawkeye’s blue “possessed eyes” were added in post very late in the game, to make it more obvious that he and Eric Selvig were under Loki’s influence. [Secrets Revealed in Joss Whedon’s Avengers DVD Commentary]

This means that originally they weren’t meant to turn blue.

In the novel there’s no mention of it, in the script they’re described just as glowing black and then nothing more.

LOKI: You have heart. [Loki places the tip of the spear against Barton’s chest. Barton’s eye glow black, and he stops resisting. Loki begins controlling other agents around the room. Fury sneak up, grabs the Tesseract, and places it in a briefcase, trying to sneak out.] [“The Avengers” Script]

In the movie instead they turn all black for a moment and then settle on blue.

It’s an unnatural blue though, where Loki’s normal.

But again, this too is a fan explanation. A fan explanation based on canon, but still a fan explanation since God didn’t bother to explain further and at this point I’m afraid he’s not even interested in explaining it since the “Loki” series could have dug on this and instead expressed 0 interest in digging into the past movies.

Sometimes we’ve just to accept that fan theories are all we have and that we can like or dislike them.

And that’s all. Thank you to who remained till the end of this long post!

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ladywinterwitch · 4 years

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Run Away (Eight- What You Gotta Do)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings: A bit of angst, pregnancy talk, mentions of injuries, mentions of abandonement (mild), fluff, reader is still an emotional rollercoaster, cursing and swearing, smut, unprotected sex (too late for these two lmao), oral sex (f recieving), brief mentions of body insicurities, Bucky’s a puppy dog.

Words Count: 5289

A/n: Part eight! I can’t believe that I’ve actually come this far lmao. Plus, me posting stuff with less than 44827 years of distance with each other? A miracle. I always said that I would wrap it up at 10 chapters,but while writing this chapter I realized that I will need one or two extra chapters + the epilogue. We’ll see. For now I’m happy to be able to write lol. Series masterlist here, main masterlist here. Enjoy <3

ps: Chris’s look in that gif,,,chile

(gif not mine)

In the following week you saw Steve once a day, just to assure that he was doing fine. He wasn' sleeping in your shared room for the moment, but in a spare bedroom. You knew that you were probably being harsh with him, but you were so mad. It wasn't the first time that he did something stupid to try and save others. Hell, just think about that damned plane crash that put him in the ice in the first place.

You understood the reasons why, and basically everyone tried to talk with you and kinda 'sugar coat it' but the issue wasn't that you didn't understand: the issue was that he couldn't afford to think only about himself. Was it selfish on your behalf to think that way? Maybe. But you couldn't help it. You told yourself that it would've been different if you were just married, or just lovers. His decisions would've still been his. But now it's different. In less than six months he would've become a father. And that comes with responsibility. Wasn't he the first to tell you how important it was for you to put aside your job, for months or maybe even forever, just for the wellbeing of the creature inside you? That kid is yours just as much as he's his.

You and Bucky went out for a shopping trip that afternon. You would've asked Wanda, but she and Vision went to Clint's farm for a few days to see him and his family. Steve still had to be inside the tower, since he wasn't fully healed yet. You knew that he was watching a football game with Sam now, while Tony and Bruce were working on a new project, and Thor went to Asgard for a while to go check that Loki and Odin weren't at each other's throats.

You didn't mind Bucky's company at all. And in any case it wasn't like you felt like going out with Steve, not just yet. The brunette drove you both to the mall where he parked and then you went inside.

-So, what absolutely exciting and girly shops I have to visit today?- he asked while you curled your hand around his bicep. You laughed, looking up at him while you walked.

-Well, this mama is getting bigger every day, so I really can't wear my old clothes. I wouldn't even fit in them, and I can't go on with you guys' hoodies and t-shirts. I mean, I'm still a woman. Who said I can't look good while pregnant?- you responded, dragging him to a maternity clothes shop. As soon as you entered like half of the women in the shop turned to look at Bucky. You glanced at him and saw that he blushed and was looking everywhere except them. You bit you lip to not smile while you started to look around at the clothes. You made sure to engage in conversations with him to try and take the attention away.

-Damn homie, I think you just made those women regret their partners.- you said lowly so only he could hear you, and being a super enhanced supersolier, he did hear you very clearly. He snapped his head towards you with a look of disbelief on his face. His expression was so funny that you couldn't help but laugh. He looked around quickly then got closer to you.

-Stop it! It's already embarassing without you pointing it out.- he whined with a low voice. You stopped laughing but you couldn't help but smile, pressing your lips together.

-It's just so funny to me, because I understand these women. Turns out that pregnancy doesn't only make you sick, but also terribly horny.- you rose an eyebrow and he face palmed himself. You laughed again.

-Too much information, doll.- he groaned. You chuckled, putting in his hands a bunch of clothes. He caught them with both arms and followed you like a puppy to the changing rooms.

-Thank you kind sir, now I'm gonna see if they fit then I promise we're out of here.- you joked, hanging the clothes into the changing room. You closed the tent and he let himself fall delicately on one of the couches. He looked around while he waited but it turned out to be a bad idea when he saw the women from the various isles and even the shop's staff looking at him. He awkwardly smiled and then looked back at the closed changing room, sinking in his seat and covering the side of his face with a hand nonchalantly. He heard a few muffled giggles but no ne bothered him.

-Y/n are you done?- he asked, more embarassed than anything. Suddenly she pulled back the tent and started to gather a few of the garments in her hand. Bucky's gaze got caught on her figure. It was essentially the first time that she wore something fitting and not exaggerately large, so her belly was fully on display, even more so since she was turned to the side. The man felt a mix of emotions all at once and didn't quite catch the first time she called him.

-Buck, did you hear me?- he snapped out of it and stood to his feet, blinking a few times.

-It looks great.- he commented. You had on a nice flowery minidress, the sleeves were short and puffy, the square neckline showed just enough cleavage to remain classy, the breast area was tight but just below the skirt was soft and fell perfectly on your figure, showing the belly. You looked at him with a smile, chuckling slightly.

-Yeah, it fits well doesn't it? I'm getting these,- he gave a three dresses, two shirts, two t-shirts, two pairs of jeans and a pencil skirt to him, while she had other stuff in her own hands. -And I'm leaving these.- she sighed.

-Would you do me a favor? I'm dropping these off, meanwhile could you go to the pay desk? I'll be there in a sec.- he nodded and you thanked him while you walked away to the isles. Bucky walked towards the counter and dropped the garments on the desk, giving a quick smile to the girl behind it. He pulled out from the back pocket of his jeans the wallet and then the credit card, which was obviously Tony's, and put it on the glass above the counter. He waited a few seconds until the clerk, which was a nice girl with black hair and amber like eyes, spoke to him.

-So, how far are you guys?- she asked. Bucky almost choked on air at that phrase.

-Oh we- - he was about to say, but you arrived at his side and saved the situation. You smiled kindly at the girl and gave a pat on Bucky's arm.

-I'll be exactly of five months in a week, and he's more like the uncle than the father.- she tileted her head towards the brunette. The clerk smirked.

-Is he now?- she said rethorically. Then added, -That would be 277$. You're paying with cash or card?- Bucky gave her the Visa and she thanked him, finishing the payment. Y/n glanced at him with a knowing look and a slight smirk. He rolled his eyes and shook his head a little, she furrowed her brows as if to ask 'Why?' and he just mouthed 'No', so she didn't push. For now.

-Thank you for your purchase, congratulations and we hope to see you soon.- the girl said with courtesy, her gaze lingering a bit on the man, whom didn't return the look. You could see the slight disppointment of the girl.

-Thank you, have a nice day.- you saluted her and then headed out with Bucky. An hour had already passed and you still had in mind to buy a few things, but first you needed a break.

-I desperately want a piece of cake. What do you think?- you elbowed him delicately to catch his attention. He turned his head and nodded, still carrying the two bags. You arrived at the mall's cafe and ordered. He picked an iced coffe and you a slice of cheesecake and some tea, knowing that coffe wasn't that good for pregnancy. You took a seat at one of the tables outside, even tho you were still technically inside the mall.

-So, wanna tell me why you didn't accept the clear as the sun advances that the pretty shop assistant did?- you brought the fork to your mouth. He huffed and shrugged.

-Because I am not interested. I don't think I'm in the right mindspace to date right now.- he responded. You exhaled, tilting your head slightly to the side.

-Buck, I know that it didn't end up that smoothly with Nat, but she's gone.- she realized how that sounded like and quickly corrected herself, -I mean, not gone. But...gone, you know?- you cringed at your own words and he snorted.

-Very smooth y/n.- he joked, earning a glare from you.

-Shut up, I'm trying to help here. What I meant that while I understand that things with Nat didn't end up in the best of ways, she went away to give both of you the space you need to get back on your feet.- you paused, drinking a sip of tea, then offring the last bite of cake to him. He shook his head, giving you a lopsided smile.

-Don't worry, it's all yours.- you pointed your finger at him, while chewing the cheesecake. He chuckled.

-Right answer. Anyways, what I'm trying to say here, Buck, is that you have to allow yourself to try again. Because you deserve it. What do you tell me about that person you said you were interested in? I've never seen you with anyone in the last three months.- he looked to the side for a moment casually.

-They're taken so, yeah.- he simply answered, shrugging while taking a sip of coffe. You got sad all of a sudden. You eyebrows knotted in a sad expression and he noticed, giving you a small smile.

-Hey, don't do that. It's okay. I'm not like heartbroken or shit. I'm happy for her.- he assured you, -She.. well she has a family. She deserves it, so I'm happy for her.- he nodded, smiling softly. You smiled at him too, still with a hint of sadness. He took a nother sip of coffe an then raised an eyebrow, looking at you.

-Why are you crying?- he asked confused. You furruwed your brows in confusion and wiped your fingers under your eyes, realizing that a few tears had escaped. At that point without a reason, you started to feel worse and embarassed and a mess, so you sterted to actually sob a little. Bucky got up and moved his chair next to yours, hugging you.

-Hey what's wrong? I promise I'm alright.- he laughed to try and lighten the situation. You hiccupped into his chest.

-I- I know..it's just.. I don't know, these stupid hormones are making me act hysterical.- you had sittle sobs coming out every now and then. He kissed your head while he stroked your back.

-It's okay, you're not hysterical.- he chuckled softly making you smile. You pulled away from him looking in his eyes.

-I'm a mess aren't I?- Bucky wiped a little smudge of mascara under her eye, and then smiled at her lovingly.

-You look just fine, darling.- she hugged him, whispering a 'thank you, I love you' in his ear.

-I love you too- he answered.

After that, they finished their drink and Y/n told Bucky that she wanted to order a few things for the baby so they did just that. They went in a baby-stuff shop and she choose and placed some orders for a crib, a baby seat for both the car and the kitchen and the changing table. You didn't wanted to buy them right away, so you told the shop to bring them at the tower when they wanted.

When you exited the shop, it was already six thirty pm, so you decided to head back at the tower.

In the car, you told Bucky about your idea to get a midwife to help you during your pregnancy and especially when it'll be time to deliver the baby.

-I don't know y/n... I mean I think that you don't need a midwife or some other stranger to take care of you and the baby. You have Steve. You have me, and Sam, Wanda and the rest of the team. Bruce has basically become a doctor of everything, I'm sure that helping to deliver a child isn't that hard.- he shrugged while keeping his eyes on the road.

-I can't and wouldn't expect you all to babaysit me for another four months, Bucky. You have missions, classes, a you know, your own lives.- he glared at you, probably wanting to intervene and contraddict you, but he remained quiet in the end.

-And, you really can't expect Bruce to handle this. He's a fucking physician for God's sake. He's absolutely amazing, but a delivery? No, that would be too much even for him. And I would be kinda embarassed, for crying out loud.- you added with a high pitched voice. You absentmindely started to cradle your belly. He thought about it for a few seconds.

-I don't know y/n, you know how I am with strangers. But in any case it's your and Steve's decision. Please, talk to him. He's been miserable this week without you. He wouldn't shut up about how he was sorry, and stupid and in love with you and that he misses your smile, your belly and I don't know, I stopped listening after a while.- he said exasperatedly. You suppressed a smile.

-Really? - you asked sheepishly. He turned his head to look at you for a second before smiling knowingly.

-You know it's true. Your fucking married, for God's sake.- he said, tired of you two being idiots. He could just imagine how it'll be when you'll become parents. You will be great at it, but also a mess at the same time.

-Hey, Whiny Soldier, how was shopping? - Sam shouted when he saw the two of you coming in the room with your hands full of bags. You didn't see him, but you just knew that he pursed his lips and shook his head.

You came back at the tower just in time for dinner. Vision and Wanda had aprons tied on their chests, while the others were just chilling in the common room. Steve was there too, beside Bruce.

-Shopping was productive, thank you very much.- you answered pointing for Bucky to put down the bags.

-Let me help you take these to your room.- he offered, but you gave him a look and he understood immediately, putting them down. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

-Thank you for being my human cart today.- his jaw dropped, pretending to be offended.

-Oooh- Sam howled and the others laughed. Steve smiled slightly, still mortified by your little 'cold shoulder week' thing.

-You're lucky I can't tickle you to death right now.- he pointed his finger at you before walking to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

-Yeah, yeah, like you say big guy.- you teased him. You paused, shifting your gaze to Steve. He was wearing a blue hoodie and gray sweatpants, his dirty blonde hair were starting to get a bit long at the sides and a few strands fell on his forehead, while his jaw was covered with a slight scruff. His puppy dog eyes met yours and you couln't help but melt a little.

-Steve, are you well enough to help me with these?- you asked and even before you could finish he was on his feet. He almost tripped from how fast he tried to reach you.

-Yes I'm perfectly well I mean I'd love to help you. I mean obv- - you raised an eyebrow and he stopped, looking down. The whole team was watching in silence like it was a damn movie.

-I'm rambling, I'm sorry.- he said lowly. You sighed and places three of the four bags in his hands.

-C'mon. And you all, get a life.- you called them out while you two walked to the elevator. A few minutes later, after the short, silent, trip, you arrived to your room. He placed the bags on the bed and you did the same after closing the door behind you.

-Help me take off the price tags.- you invited him. He grabbed the bag, taking out the first garment. It was a white baby onesie, with Captain America's shield logo on it in white, blue, and red. His breath got caught in his throat and he suddenly let out a sob.

You snapped your head up in confusion, your features softening when you saw him. He sat on the bed, head down, onesie still in his hand. You put down the dress you had in your hands and went to sit next to him, since it would've been really uncomfortable for you to bend on your legs now. You hand went istinctively to rub his back.

-Can we talk?- he asks with broken voice. You tilt your head to the side to look at him with the shadow of a smile on your face.

-Only if you stop crying. Or else none of us will be able to talk at all.- he chuckles slightly making you smile lovingly. He wraps his big arms around you, nuzzling his face in your neck, your collarbones exposed due to the large shirt you were wearing. The wave of relief that washed over you in that moment was hard to describe.

-I missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand the thought of you being mad at me. I'm sorry for being so impulsive.- he sniffed while he talked. You nodded, cupping his face gently. Steve melted into your touch.

-I know you are. And I'm sorry too. I know that I've been harsh with you these past days, it's just...- he waited patiently, -You're not responsable for only yourself anymore. I understand, please trust me, I understand what you wanted to do and also that you feel like it's your duty to do that. And it kinda is, but my point is- you shook your head realizing that you weren't really explaining yourself.

-What I mean is that you cannot put your life behind other's. Not for me, not even for the team. We're grown ass adults okay? Fow how much you can love us and we can love you, we are our own person. But this- you placed his hand on your belly, -This had been a choice. Your, mine. We both are responsable for this life. The same way I gave up my job, and the lessons. Now, I'm not asking you to stop going on missions, but I'd like you to be with me as much as possible. And that when you go, you'll be careful. Please, Steve.- you say softly, almost in the verge of tears. Again. You've cried more in five months than in your whole life probably.

-You're right. It was pretty hypocritical of me to get mad at you for the same reason in the first place.- he shook his head in disappointment. You rolled your eyes, adding -Work. I think we'll have to rearrange ourselves in this department.- you smiled and he laughed, agreeing.

-So, are we gonna get these off the bed and use the space in a better way or what?- your lips curled in a seductive smirk that quite shocked him. He recovered quickly, jumping on his feet and placing the bags on the ground in a split second. You threw you head back laughing at his eagerness, but you honestly couldn't blame him. Your hormones were a mess and your horniness at level 100, but you often were either sick, tired, hungry or he was. And not to mention the missions that separated you. So let's say that since you got pregnant the sex decreased noticeably, which was something that you wanted to fix. You phisically missed and needed him.

He returned to you and crashed his lips to yours, and soon enough you were a mess of tongues and lip bites and sucks that got interrupeted just briefly to get your clothes off. He didn't have anything under his hoodie, and you happily noticed that he was completely healed and that his weeks in the tower were due to the lack of new missions. You sincerely hoped it would last. After his hoodie, his pants and boxers were next. With you the situation was a bit more complex: first the light material shirt you had on had to be unbuttoned, then your tank top, the jeans' belt and the pants themselves. When you were left in just your underwear, a plain set of cotton white bra and panties, Steve stopped to look at your body.

He was in awe of you. He rose his hand and started a caress that began on your cheek, his thumb on your bottom lip, then descended to your now fuller breasts, to the curve of your waist to to your baby bump. At that point he bent down on his knees and kissed it softly.

-Hey little one, if you want to take a nap, now it would be a good time.- he whispered directly to the stretched skin. You let out a sound that was halfway between of a whine and a laugh.

-Steve, Jesus Christ.- you covered your face with your hands. You heard him laugh and stand on his feet again. He removed your hands gently, kissing you again with slow, agonizing passion that even let escape a ridiculous whine from your lips at the loss.

-Where were we?- he reached behind your back and unclasped the bra, sliding it off your shoulders and freeing your breasts.

-Mrs and Mr. Rogers I'm sorry to disturb, miss Maximoff would like me to inform you that dinner's ready.- you stopped hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice. You groaned, annoyed at the interruption, but Steve suddenly started to push you on the bed and to lick and suck your boobs.

-Tell miss Maximoff that we have dinner here.- he responded biting softly your nipple, making you whimper.

-It will be done, mr Rogers.-

-Geez Steve, couldn't you be more specific?- you sassed with a deep breath, distracted by your husband's mouth. He snorted moving further down to remove your panties.

-You're already pregnant, couldn't be more obvious than that.- you started to laugh, but it soon became a loud moan when you felt his tongue licking a long stripe on your pussy. You closed your eyes and istinctively wanted to bring your hand in his hair, but you found an obstacle. A medium big, round and naked obstacle. You huffed and Steve stopped, tilting his head to the side, since now you couldn't even see him from between your legs.

-Are you okay?- he asked, worry in his voice. You sat on the bed, helping yourself with your hands. He returned beside you, waiting.

-It's just..ugh I'm so awkward and big and not confident if I have to be honest.- you say for the first time out loud. You wanted to cover yourself by curling your knees to you chest, but again, you swollen stomach didn't allow it. At that point you got even more frustrated.

-Damn it.- Steve places his fingers under your chin and made you look at him. His eyes were serious but not mad.

-Hey, none of that. Do you even realize the miracle your beautiful body is doing? You're creating a whole life in there, baby.- he smiled brightly looking in your eyes, -And by the way, you're still hot as fuck.- that made you laugh. He kept smiling while he made you lay down again on the sheets.

-This beautiful face..these cheeks are even sweeter now.- he peppered them with kisses making you giggle uncontrollably.

-Don't get me started on these ones...- his hands cupped your breasts while his mouth attacked your nipples and the soft skin. You moaned softly, your hand immediately in his short hair, your nails delicately scratching his scalp.

-But you know my most favorite thing?- he kept going, -This.- he was now between your legs, kneeled in front of your stomach. He caressed it and kissed it a few times. Then his gaze locked in yours again. You almost felt hypnotized, both by his velvety voice and his touch.

-I love it because it's round and soft and most importantly because it's giving me a family. A baby. And you know who's giving me all of this? You are. So don't ever be insecure about this wonderful body, please.- you smiled at him softly. Soon enough the mood changed again when he spoke his next words.

-Now, are you gonna let me thank this stunning body like it deserves or not?- you felt the smirk in his voice, his blue eyes hungry. You mirrored his expression propping yourself up on your elbows.

-Would like to see it.- you answer. He huffs out a laugh and reprises what he started doing a few minutes prior. He took good care of you until you came on his tongue, and at that point you grabbed him to crash your lips together. You kept moving and bringing him with you, until he found himself laying down on his back and you straddling his hips. Steve's hands immediately went to your sides, trying to not move and let you do the work, even though all he wanted was to fuck you until you both could't anymore.

You kept you eyes on his while you stroked him a few times before slowly sinking on him. He squeezed both his eyes shut and your hips, huffing a long breath. That could've almost made you laugh if you weren't just as wrecked. Your hips started moving, back and forth, to the sides in painfully slow circular motions. At one point he grabbed your ass, sitting up and making you gasp.

-Doll I'm kinda struggling here- he breathed out kissing your neck while you kept moving. -I want to be delicate but damn.- he nipped at your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your hips started going faster with the help of his hands guiding you and soon enough you were panting and kissing each other passionately and messily.

-Oh, Steve I'm almost there- you moan hugging his head to your chest. He moaned too, reaching in front of you with his hand to circle your clit.

-I'm right behind you baby.- he reassured you while in reality he was trying hard not to come in that exact moment. He craved you more than usual, not only beacause your body was actually so fucking hot to him but also because he hasn't touched you for almost two whole weeks.

Just a few seconds later you gripped his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck. His breath got caught in his troath at the way you clenched around him when you came. And as a cue, he followed you short after, coming inside you. You stayed like that, hugging and cuddling for some minutes, then he kissed you and moved you gently on his side, hissing slightly when you lost contact.

-Be right back.- he said going to the bathroom and returning with a wet wash cloth. He cleaned you up from both of your releases and then went back to throw the dirty fabric in the laundry basket. You looked at him with a lopsided smile, still hazy and quite tired from the recent activity. He mirrored your expression with messy hair, crawling in the bed to you and pulling you on his side after.

-I needed that.- you say. He sighed, -I definetly did too. How come we always end up having sex after we argue or talk?- he asked casually. You shrugged.

-I don't know, the important thing is that the talk comes first and then, the sex.- he agreed with a nod. You chewed on you lip a bit before speaking again.

-Honey- you called, he hummed.

-While you were away last week I started to think about how I will probably need more help in the future, you know. And the fact that you and the others are often away on missions. And I mean it's totally alright, that's work but... I felt so bad when Sam and Wanda were left behind last time. And just to 'babysit' me.- he looked down at you with a frown.

-They offered to stay behind because they wanted to. We're taking turns on missions all the time.- he responded. You barely noticed that he had started to caress your belly.

-That's not the point, you know it. The last mission was quite big. I know my work well enough to know that Fury would've sent all the team, if I weren't left behind. Also by now we both understood that this baby isn't a normal baby and that is why I'm so sick so often. Bruce can't be here all the time, and for how good and skilled he his, he's not an expert in the baby field.- he was listening to you intently, but he wasn't quite sure with where you wanted to go with this.

-What's the point?- he asked, moving a strand of your hair from your face with his fingers.

-The point is, that I've read a lot in these months, and I think that we should hire a midwife. It would be someone that stays with me most of the day and helps me. An actual expert.-

-And how would you explain that our child has the blood of two super soldiers?- his hand motioned himself and you. You got up, towards the bathroom.

-Steve, we share the house with a god, a giant green monster, enhanced people, a witch, a kid that has the powers of a spider and an intelligent robot. I think it wouldn't be a great surprise.- you closed the door, peed and then refreshed yourself before going back to take some clean clothes. You saw that he was waiting for you to get out, probably wanting to shower.

-Okay then, I guess we can arrange that, if that will make you feel better.- he finally spoke. You kissed his cheek, already in your underwear.

-Thank you. You're showering?- he nods, the raises an eyebrow.

-Wanna join?- you laugh and shake your head.

-No, baby not now. I get tired quite easily and if the bed's already a bit difficult to work with, the shower must be a nightmare.- he pouted.

-You're right.-

-But- he stops the door before it closes, waiting for you to continue. -I want to fix your hair and your beard if you let me.- a lopsided smile opens on his face.

-Be my guest.-

After you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub, you shortened the longer strands on top with tiny scissors. After that you picked up the electric razor and groomed the sides, shortneing them but not removing them completely. You did the same with the beard, leaving a short, barely visible scruff. About twenty minutes later you were done. You put down the razor and took a step back to look at your work.

-Perfect.- you commented, brushing the hair that fell on his chest and shoulders. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, smiling.

-Is there anything you can't do?- he asked. You smirked, kissing him before starting to clean up.

-No, I'm a woman.-

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Country Entertainment

TITLE: Country Entertainment

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 1 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki wooing you at an amusement part in the game area

RATING: Teen …? I think..?

NOTES/WARNINGS: Maybe bad flirting? I am trying to make it fluffy

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

*FINALLY..Read the warnings. Once you agree you can handle it…

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Loki felt the gentle hand of his mother on his shoulder.

Frigga smiled once Loki took his eyes off of the huge pig.

“Let’s go see the events in the arena.”

Loki nodded as the auctioneer started taking bids. Odin threw his hand up for the bid.

A few steps away and Thor caught up with Loki and Frigga.

Thor gently hugged Frigga, “my friends are here. We were going to enjoy rides and play the games.”

Frigga gave Thor a knowing look before speaking, “have fun and make sure you eat something.” Frigga pointed a finger at Thor, “make sure your FRIENDS eat too.”

Thor smiled sheepishly. “Yes mother. Enjoy the show, it is barrel racing now right?”

“It is. Now behave."

Frigga took Loki’s elbow and guided him to the entrance after Thor assured her the things she demanded would be honored. Frigga and Loki watched the riders but Frigga quickly had a favorite.

Frigga tapped Loki’s arm as she exclaimed. "Look at her! Wow!”

Loki smiled at his mother’s enthusiasm

“She has excellent position on her horse, you can tell how much she trained! She has to be first place!”

Loki looked at the score and the girl was .63 seconds away from the winner.

“That’s a load of shit. She was the best!"

Loki’s eyes widened, "mother."

"Sorry dear. Well. I better get back to your father. You go have fun.”

Loki nodded and went in search for Hela or Thor.

Seeing Hela at a ring toss game he went over.

Hela was talking to the worker and the woman smiled, making Hela turn. Hela went back to talking to the worker. Loki didn’t feel too wanted but sometimes Hela is better company than Thor at fairs. Thor and his friends always tried to hook up with whoever they could. Their flirting was absolutely terrible.

Hela shook the woman’s hand, “bet you another 50 dollars.”

“You’re on!”

Hela turned to Loki, “dad get anything good to eat?”

Loki shrugged, “mother and I watched barrel racing.”

Loki watched the women exchange looks.

Hela gave the woman money and a bucket of rings were placed in front of Loki. He rose an eyebrow and was about to ask a question.

“You are gonna need to practice. Get all of those knives for me.”

Loki quickly caught onto the game. The rings were meant to go around the knives in the center of the stand, but to make things a little more difficult the podiums spun so the knives were constantly moving. With a few practice throws Loki got the hang of it.

The woman working the stand put the 5th knife on a pile. “He is really good.”

Hela’s smile was heard in her voice as Loki got another knife. “You are gonna owe me that 50 dollars!”

The woman huffed when Loki pointed to another knife with a ring around it.

“The freaking bucket cost 20 dollars, and he is gonna take all the knives!”

Hela smirked. “Maybe you should have bet lower.”

“I didn’t know your brother is really good at throwing stuff!”

Movement caught Loki’s attention when someone moved fast to jump over the stand.

It was a girl with tangled hair pushed back away from her face. She had a tight dark green tank top with a flannel around her waist. With tight jeans and dirty boots. The odd thing about her is she was wearing a bow around her neck.

The girl wrapped her arms around the worker. “Hey big sis!”

The worker wrapped an arm around the girl then stated, “Maggi. Fix your hair."

Maggie gave her sister a cocky smile. "I did. You know its because of the spoiled princess"

Hela laughed, "Comeon Sam, your sister is a sass master.”

Maggie’s sister, Sam groaned. “Fuck off."

Maggie smiled, "life would be so dull without me.”

Loki smiled and went back to playing the game… that he might have briefly forgotten.

Sam asked nudging her, “What place babyswiss?”

She gestured towards the bow around her neck, “Second. .63 seconds.”

Loki got another knife added to the pile.

Loki glanced at the girl and the clothes were the same as Frigga’s favorite rider.

Hella held out a hand to the woman who slaps $50 in her hand.

The sister explained to Maggie’s questionable face. “Hella said you would be under a minute.”

Maggie drawled, “How nice to believe in me…”

The sister defended herself as she set a new knife in Loki’s pile, “Listen we knew you would lose because that spoiled bitch would get rid of the horse.”

Maggie shrugged her shoulders, “Now if someone beat her time before I had to go…”

Sam talked again. “You’d be able to buy a new vehicle with your winnings.”

Another knife added to Loki’s collection.

Sam grumbled, “And buy my new supply of knives.”

Hela laughed.

Maggie exclaimed, “my jeep runs great. Just got a few things that need upgraded. I dont need something fast.”

A squeaky voice made Loki want to cringe.

“My truck would beat your shit jeep anyday. I would beat you at anything anyway.”

A few laughs were heard but Loki kept his eyes on the game.

Maggie leaned on the counter with a smile, “How about we ride something between our legs Princess?”

The supposed princess laughed. “Right and what do you have in mind?”

Maggie winked, “Your boyfriend seems ready."

Hela turned, both her and Sam laughed.

Maggie laughed as well, "just kidding but I’m not kidding when I say you guys need to work on blood circulation above the shoulders. You might not use your brain often but it’s kinda important..”

Loki sees the Maggie smirk and the princess one looks confused until she looks at her boyfriend’s crotch.

A few laughed at the huff from the girl.

Maggie continued with a dramatic eye roll, “I mean something with intelligence. A HORSE.”

The cringeworthy voice held a cocky tone. “I won first place, what makes you think you can win?”

Maggie shrugged standing up tall. “You said any condition anyway you could beat me. I want to get another shot at proving you wrong.”

The girl laughed briefly. “Whatever. Cover that huge forehead of yours… is an hour too short of time to be presentable?”

Maggie was running her fingers through her tangled hair. “Can I borrow a brush? No? Okay, I figured you always have your entire beauty necessities with you.” Maggie was working on forcing a knot to come undone. “Don’t wait up for me, I’m sure you are going to need the whole time actually learning how to gear your horse.”

The other girl walked away with an eye roll and dramatic stomp.

Hella laughed. “Well. I’m looking forward to this.”

Sam cheered, “record it!”

Maggie leaned her hip against the counter, “yeah let me know her reaction when I don’t show up.” She winced as she undid the knot in her hair by pulling it.

Loki got another new knife set down in his pile.

Hela patted Loki’s shoulder. “Just a couple more Loki. Good job.”

Maggie exclaimed, “Is he getting all the knives?!”

Hela smiled, “yep. I got 50 dollars saying, my brother, Loki, is going to get me one of every knife. With only one bucket of rings.”

Maggie’s smile faltered a bit when Loki looked right at her.

He shrugged. “My sister likes knives.”

Sam huffed in annoyance, “and he is really good at this game.”

Loki seen familiar blonde hair and went back to tossing the rings.

Fandral leaned onto the counter making Maggie eye him oddly.

Fandral winked. “You are a beautiful woman and I would love to see where those tan lines end..”

Maggie’s face fell to a stoic expression. “Maybe they don’t.”

Hela rolled her eyes and Sam glared at Fandral.

Fandral continued not getting that he was unwanted. “I would love to take you on the Farris wheel. See the fair’s lights and how the moonlight makes your eyes shine.”

Maggie rolled her eyes. “I don’t like heights.”

“I could hold you and keep you safe in my arms.”

“Strong arms are not going to help anyone from a fall like that.”

“Ah yes. A graceful angel Falling hard for a man like me. It must have hurt.”

“Actually to get here, I clawed my way up.”

Fandral laughed, “all the better.”

“Maybe you could kiss my hand better after sporting a black eye for the next victim of poor flirtation.” Maggie gave Fandral a sweet smile.

“Surely a woman like you can be wooed.”

“Get a ring around the blade of my favorite knife. You get as many chances as one bucket can hold.”

Fandral sees Loki’s pile of knives, “well then do me a favor my REALLY good friend and help me.”

Maggie crossed her arms and leaned back against the stand “If he does it, he gets the date. You are on your own.”

Loki looked in his bucket and had 14 rings left and had 5 more knives to get.

Hela patted Loki’s shoulder. “Get her FAVORITE knife. You need a date.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know there was more to this game than winning knives.” Loki threw a ring and got it around a butterfly knife.

Hela took it from the pile and started doing tricks with it.

Marigold got a knife out of her back pocket and was talking with Hela about tricks.

Loki had 2 more knives to get but only 5 rings.

Fandral was only able to get 3 knives in his haste and earned the laughs of Thor.

Sif offers Fandral a fry and says, “Pitty offering”

Fandral takes it and bites it with a high head as they all walk away.

Maggie groaned. “Yep totally not my type."

Maggie held her knife still and Loki wondered if that was part of the trick. Loki had one more ring and he already knew he was not going to get the two knives left. He took a chance and threw the ring at the knife in Maggie’s hand.

She looks down at her hand and back up at him.

The sister laughed. "Well then… she’s speechless for once.”

Maggie was quickly back to her social ways. “Shut up Sam.”

Hella smirks and pats Loki on the back-“Looks like you have to go on a date with my little brother.”

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miss-tc-nova · 4 years

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No Right - Xehanort x Eraqus

I’m still kind of testing out this writing style if you haven’t noticed. I think I’m gonna stick to 1st POV for self-inserts and do this 3rd POV for canon characters. It’s been testing my skills so far but I kinda like it.

TRIGGER WARNING: for suicide attempt

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“See you soon buddy. We’ll all be waiting for you.”

The curious words replay in Xehanort’s head as he takes the first steps of his new journey. Surely Eraqus doesn’t know what awaits the seeker in the future—he can’t know the path that’s been laid before his friend. Yet his final goodbye holds an ominous knowing that Xehanort can’t seem to shake.

It’s been a while since their friends met such terrible fates and were taken away. Despite Eraqus’s insistence, Xehanort harbors feelings of responsibility for what happened. They’ve hardly spent a moment apart after that as a result, having only each other to rely on. There’s no doubt that the two are close—sometimes, it’s unclear how close. There’s no denying the airy feeling Xehanort feels seeing Fleetfoot smile, even while napping. Just being in close proximity gives the silver-haired boy a sense of peace he can’t recreate alone. Simply put, everything is better with Eraqus around. That makes reminding himself that their paths will soon lead in very different directions a bitter notion.

Ever since Xehanort announced his journey before the Mark of Mastery, Eraqus hasn’t quite been his sunshine self. He’s still trying be who he was, but the gloom can be felt seeping off him when he thinks his classmate isn’t looking. He’s probably just worried about his friend, but there’s so much he doesn’t know—this is something Xehanort has to do.

Nevertheless, attempts were made to poke holes in Xehanort’s plans.

“You don’t have to leave.”

“You’ve already seen what’s out there.”

“What are you looking for?”

False answers were given to Eraqus while the boy kept the real answers for himself. Still, the way his classmate spoke and his final warning continue nagging at the back of his mind.

You’ll be waiting for me? With who? Master Odin? No…

The scene plays again. They stand before the graves of their friends. Eraqus shows no sign of his bright self, no light in his eyes, and the smile on his lips is dead. It’s a dreary thing—parting with friends.

“See you soon buddy. We’ll all be waiting for you.” There it is: at that moment, Eraqus had turned his gaze on the tombstones.

Understanding shakes his core. Not another thought is wasted before Xehanort’s feet rush him back towards the cemetery. Droplets impede his vision but do nothing to persuade him to slow down; there can be no hesitation—not for a single second.

No no no! Don’t be that kind of fool!

The freezing air fueling his flight stings at his lungs. Panic tightens its grip in his throat, threatening to close off his airways. If Eraqus is gone, well, Xehanort doesn’t want to think what kind of person he’ll turn into.

In a blinding flash, lightning strikes a lamppost barely meters ahead, halting the mad dash. Not wanting to waste time, Xehanort ignores the freak incident and prepares to bolt again. Then something catches his eye. There’s no saying for sure, but the rain falls so perfectly it looks like a group of people standing before him—some very familiar people.

Why are you in the way?!

Movement off to the side earns a quick glance and then a double-take. Ambling along the road to the docks is Eraqus, and the large stone in his arms does not bode well. A concoction of hope and terror spur Xehanort off his original path.

The gap between them is closing but the boy with black hair gets ever close to the edge. Xehanort’s lungs are screaming to stop but Eraqus is just one step away from the water—there’s still too much space between them.

“ERAQUS!” The anchor hits the water at the same time the name rings out. Granite eyes flash to Xehanort filled with horror. Fingers snag the hem of Eraqus’s sleeve but the boy in black isn’t prepared for the weight of the rock at all. A face full of icy water takes him by surprise, nearly causing his grip to falter; only sheer refusal lets him hang on.

The pair falls through the sea like the sky—the waters of Scala are deeper than anyone imagined. It’s a fathomless depth; they could be sinking for eternity. An entire world’s weight presses on Xehanort’s chest, coaxing his lungs to spasm. Common sense fights the urge while the boy in white watches with pleading terror.

Natural instincts gets the better of Xehanort and the ocean invades his body—ending the struggle to save the person most important to him. White fabric slips from his hand and he can only watch Eraqus slip farther away while his body writhes for air. Dark water grows darker, thrashing becomes too much effort, and Xehanort slips away in regret.

~~~~~

It’s bad enough that Eraqus had been found out, but when he ends up dragging Xehanort into the water with him, he’s mortified. With all his heart, he prays for his friend to let go but, with a look of absolute determination, Xehanort holds on.

There is no relief when Xehanort finally does lose his grip: he’s clearly drowning. Getting to the surface on his own will be impossible—he’s going to die and it’s Eraqus’s fault. Those are unbearable final thoughts.

One swipe of the keyblade severs the rope pulling Eraqus down and an aero spell propels him higher towards the motionless body. His own lungs are crying out for air but he’ll be useless if he blacks out now. Clinging tightly to the boy, Eraqus uses every ounce of energy he has to fight for the surface.

Air fills his lungs, signaling the half-won battle. He struggles not to panic while dragging both himself and the unresponsive Xehanort from the water.

“Xehanort! Hey, say something!” he demands, shaking the victim. “Wake up! WAKE UP!”

Nothing. Ignoring the fear that will only get in the way, Eraqus presses down on his chest. His own breath comes in drags, but for Xehanort, he ensures his chest rises.

No! Not you too! We lost everyone else! Please not you too!

Pretty soon, Eraqus has to rely on touch alone to continue, blinded by his tears.

~~~~~

Against his will, his body convulses. Water forces its way up, spilling across the ground and leaving Xehanort hacking through the pain.

“Oh my gods! You’re okay!” The gray sky above greets him just beyond Eraqus’s shoulder—they’re still here. There’s really no chance to process the fact though before the rescuer pulls away, glaring. “What the hell were you thinking?! You could’ve died!” The anger doesn’t faze Xehanort, only reaffirms the things he’d been trying to put aside for so-called destiny. “You were this close to-”

“I love you.”

Those three words wipe the frustration clean. “What?”

Pushing off the ground, Xehanort sits up, his tears warmer than the rain. “I love you, you clown.” A fist wipes at his tears in an attempt keep together. “And you were just gonna disappear while I was gone? I was supposed to come back and find out you drowned yourself right after I left?” Behind his drenched hair, the guilty hides. “So instead of asking what the hell I was thinking, how about you ask yourself that?”

The response is pitiful stuttering. “I-I-”

“You what?” Xehanort knows what. “Think you’re not worth it? Think that nobody will miss you? What gives you the right to decide that for someone else?” The seeker reaches out, using a firm grip to force Eraqus to meet his gaze. There’s hardly a thing he wouldn’t give to wipe the grief and regret from those gray eyes, but for now, Xehanort means to get his point across. “You don’t get to decide what you mean to me.”

The cold, the rain, the uncomfortable feeling of being soaked, none of it matters the moment Xehanort drops his mouth onto Eraqus’s. Sure, he’s always been eloquent in his words, but in this moment, nothing he could say could better express the things he wanted Eraqus to know. Everything is poured into this connection, from his love to the fear he’d just experienced—all of it needs to show.

While drowning in affection is certainly better than drowning in water, Xehanort breaks the kiss. Puffs of hot air float away while they attempt to recover. The boy in black is first, leaning back and shoving the hair from the face of his beloved. His adrenaline is gone, now replaced with the relief of various things. Wearily, he smiles at the somber boy. “How dare you try to take that away from me.”

Eraqus’s lips twist and tears well in his eyes—that’s all the apology Xehanort needs. Prepared to wait out the sobbing, he pulls his mess of a loved one in and holds him tightly.

In the white noise of the rain, with intermittent sniffles from the boy in his arms, Xehanort re-evaluates all his choices. Maybe the worlds need him to leave—to summon Kingdom Hearts and break everything down to nothing—but Eraqus needs him here. He could logic with himself all day that destiny and the fate of all the worlds meant more than the relationship of two teenage boys, but it’ll be a long time before Xehanort forgets the sight of Eraqus sinking into the watery darkness. Just thinking about it makes it all so very clear: Xehanort would forsake everything if it meant he got to keep Eraqus in his life.

The man in the black coat can find another scapegoat.

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Pride and Prejudice

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

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“You will be staying here.” The mere manner in which Loki spoke those words told all present there would be no negotiation with regards the matter. The fear and horror in his eyes only added to it.

Thor looked between his sister and her husband, concerned by the manner in which Loki spoke, not as though he was making an order simply because she was a woman but because of the manner in which he said it showed genuine fear. Before anyone could say anything else, he decided to speak, noting the odd look in Ella’s eyes telling him that she needed to speak with him. “Ella, I must speak with you with regards to something Mother gave to me to give to you.” He eyed Loki as he stated it. "In private."

“Very well, but only for a moment, I need to speak with Loki before he goes too.” Ella indicated to a small side room. “Did she even give you something?”

“Yes, this letter.” Thor handed her the piece of paper, folded and sealed with his mother’s magic. “What is afoot here?” “Too much to explain now but the short version there has been a slight issue with the eldest Laufeyson, Byleistr, who has taken a mate that is socially, though not strictly, out of bounds and has been sent to a far corner of the realm to quell unrest there but if I am honest, this news seems more unsettling now.” “How is something like taking a mate socially but not strictly out of bounds?”

“Focus Thor, time is of the essence.”

Thor forced his thoughts of the matter from the forefront of his mind. “Do you think him to be part of it?” “I don’t know but we cannot rule it out.” “He would hardly do something to his own brothers.” “He took the love of one, so I would not put much past him.” Ella wandered over to a table that had an ice vase on it and in it, some of her favourite ice flowers. “Jotunheim is at a delicate stage. It is growing well but the growth could so easily cease if the current path is altered. Loki is seen as integral to this growth, now he and Helbindi will be gone and I worry what this will mean. Most know that his part in the realm’s growth is through the arrangements made with Asgard, something that has its objectors, so with him on a battlefield, it would not be too hard to make his end seem so tragic and him to be nothing more than a tragic casualty of war, Helbindi too. They are not hardened and experienced soldiers, it would seem logical that come a large battle, they could be two to high status kills that could easily occur. That leaves me, here, on the realm of the now enemy of Asgard again. A bargaining chip at best, or a loose end in need to tidying up, guaranteeing Loki’s line is demolished, no contenders, no competition.” She toyed with one of the flowers as she spoke, feeling the petals as she explained to her brother the concerns that she now had.

“Would the realm turn so easy?” “You came here, you demanded they come and fight by Asgard’s side. If they were to be slain, you would have cost the realm two of its princes. For Asgard’s actions, in their grief, even those who would rather Loki on the throne, who are happy with this alliance, they would see it as justice, until they mourn as one should and they realise it is wrong but my head and body would long have parted ways by then and there are a lot of spells for a lot of things but I never found one to reverse that.” She ceased toying with the flowers and turned to face Thor again. “Do I think that Byleistr is indeed doing this? No. But…” “There is a chance.” Thor finished her sentence for her. “Father always said it, to assume every scenario, especially the worst and prepare for it, so that should we be misfortunate enough to encounter it, we are prepared.” He looked at the vase his sister had been by, it’s flowers glistening in the bright sun. “So prepared we shall be.”

“Protect them, Thor. They don’t know how to fight as you do. You court danger, to a foolish degree but they have not seen fighting as you have. I rarely fear for you now. You have seen war, it almost seems to be your element, they merely lived in the result of it. The training they do is practical but not moulded by experience,” Ella pleaded. Thor swore to her that he would.

* Ella watched as Loki readied in his rooms, the etched skin of his back catching her attention as he did.

Loki, sensing he was no longer alone, turned to see her behind him. “That letter needed a lot of explaining.”

Ella could hear hurt in his voice. “I was catching Thor up on a few matters of importance.” “You thought it more important to tell him than to speak with me?” Loki growled. “Was there even a letter?” “Yes.” She held up the letter in question, her mother’s seal clear to see on it. “But it was more complex than that. I could not discuss this with only the two of you at once.” “Why?” “I am worried as to your reaction.”

“The reason I said that you were to stay in the hall…” Loki began.

“You do not need to explain that to me, I know you think me unable to fight.” “It is not that.” Loki walked forward. “I am very much depending on you making good on your statements as to your ability.” Ella frowned. “Then, why?” “If we fail, as well we could, I need you to be here, to try and hold the palace long enough to make sure you do something for me.” “What?” Ella was fearful of what Loki was asking of her.

Loki looked around for a moment.

“I soundproofed this room, I told you that already.”

Loki inhaled. “If we fail, if it happens that they take Jotunheim, I know you can escape, I trust you to, I want you to. But only if you do something for me first.” “What? I am not agreeing to it unless you tell me what it is,” She insisted.

Loki inhaled. “I need you to ensure my father’s death is painless.” Ella’s eyes widened. “You’re not stupid, you know what will happen if an enemy were to get to him.”

Ella nodded as she felt an immense tightness in her throat. She knew what happened many monarchs on different realms that were overthrown. They suffered terrible deaths and their bodies used to mock them and their people. She knew that her parents would rather fight to their deaths but that age had taken their ability to do so with any sort of honour from at least her father, so she knew of the potion her mother had that would end it, should such a time come and set their bodies alight to join those in Valhalla. “I don’t want to but, yes.”

“I can assure you, I don’t want you to either but I know you would do it with honour.” “There is no honour in killing old sick men.” She paused, wondering if she should mention to Loki the conversation she had with Thor.

Loki studied her. “You’re apprehensive.” “I worry as to how you will take what I wish to say.”

“You never lie to me, please continue that tradition.” “I worry. You and Helbindi will go to this battle, Byleistr is not currently available, what occurs when he does become so and most importantly, is his loyal?” “You question his loyalty?” “You don’t?”

Loki licked his teeth. “I do not think he would but I can see your reason for thinking so.” He sighed before leaning forward slightly. “If it comes to pass, if he returns here and is not our ally…” “I will have two blades ready for him and they will find purchase in him as they did in the ice statue,” She swore.

“While I do not doubt that, know that I expect you to survive this. If all comes falling down, flee.”

“Why, is there a place you think to meet me?”

“Nowhere.” “That is an actual place.”

“If they get to Jotunheim, it is only because I am dead and not a moment before,” Loki assured her. He could see her feel uncomfortable at such an idea. "It will surely be fine. I fully intend not to die."

"Good, you have so much yet to achieve. Jotunheim needs you as its king. You will be the one to bring it into its prosperous future."

Loki smiled at the confidence she had in his part in his realm. "Ella?" She gave him her full attention. "Is it wrong to admit I am fearful?"

"Of battle?" He nodded. "Wrong? Absolutely not, you would be mad were you to think anything other than fear. War is not a game. It's not some silly exercise after which all return home as though nothing happened. Many will not return and many more will return either without some part of body or mind and perhaps missing a bit of both." She walked over to him. "Please, please return."

"I will endeavour to do so." He gave a small smile. "If only to irk you further."

Ella scoffed playfully. "Well, we all have prices we are required to pay in this life." She smiled for a moment before becoming serious once more. "Promise me that if Thor goes berserk, you keep out of his way and never attempt to engage him."

"How…?"

"Do not look at him, whatever you do, stay behind him, encourage him towards the enemy and under no circumstances, do you or any of the Jotnar look him in the eye or engage him. He will not be reasoned with and you will not win such an altercation, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes."

"Tell Helbindi and have all Jotnar informed. If he lands near them whilst in it, snorting like a bull or boar, simply keep looking at the ground and he should not see any as a threat. Don't do anything foolish. He's an idiot at the best of times, there's little difference between when he is fully cognitive and when he is Berserk but there is a difference, so don't risk it."

"I will relay the message," He promised. "Don't let any disrespect you in my absence."

Ella scoffed. "They will soon learn not to if they try." She gave a small smile. "Loki…"

The sharp knock on the door brought them out of their conversation and back into the harsh reality of what was occurring. A moment later, Arden entered. "I fear it is time to depart."

"Then we best do so. I fear I dallied speaking with my mate so my attire is…" He looked down to see light armour and regal trimmings in him, the last of Ella's seidr glowing away as he did so. He looked at her again as she eyed the armour, ensuring its strength. "Thank you."

"I just wish for you to be safe."

Loki nodded and turned to face the door. "We will be. This will be over soon. Asgard, Alfheim, what stands strong of it, Vanaheim, Jotunheim, it is a powerful alliance, we will persevere, wait and see."

"I know but I will fret regardless." Sadly Ella walked beside Loki as they left the room.

They joined those gathered in the hall of the palace, Laufey, weary and worried looking. When he saw his middle son and his mate coming towards him, he gave a small nod. “War is not something I wish for you to experience, it is not something anyone should but it is the situation that is occurring now. I wish I could go in your stead and not subject either of you to the brutality of it but we need to protect Jotunheim, if Alfheim falls, we fall.” Loki nodded at his father’s words. “I am sorry.” Feeling weak and sorrowful, Laufey stumbled slightly. Luckily, Thor and Helbindi were close enough to steady him.

“Father, we will be fine, go back to your rooms and rest,” Loki suggested.

“No, I…”

“Ella,” Thor gave his sister a slight nod after calling her.

Smiling slightly, she used her seidr to create a chair of an adequate size for Laufey. “My King, please.”

Satisfied, Laufey nodded and place himself as best he could in the chair to see off his sons. “Better.” He sighed.

“Just rest, Father. We will be home in very little time.” Helbindi promised, though there was a slight fear in his eyes.

“Yes.” Laufey nodded solemnly.

“Heimdall,” Thor bellowed out, startling many around him. “Five minutes.”

“We best get to the army then,” Loki ordered. He turned to look at Ella one last time. “Be safe.” “You’re the one going into a war, I should be saying that to you.” She leant up and kissed his cheek. “Just come back.”

She walked over to Thor and leant up slightly and did the same. “Don’t be too stupid.”

“You always say that.” “And you always come back, so I am not changing it now.”

She stepped back to let them leave before noticing Helbindi standing to the side with a facial expression that made her laugh. “Are you feeling a little left out?” “I feel somewhat so, yes.” He confessed.

Laughing slightly she walked over and he bent down enough for her to give him one as well.

With that done, the men went towards where Heimdall would transport them. As soon as they left the hallway, Ella used her seidr to move herself and Laufey to a balcony overlooking them.

“That is a very useful ability,” Laufey commented.

“I thankfully use it more for convenience than anything but it can come in handy in many ways.”

“Has my son made you promise to dispose of me if this all fails?” Ella looked at him solemnly. “Good, it saves time to have it arranged in advance.” There was genuine relief in his voice.

“It will not come to that.” “I hope not, for all of us.”

#pride and prejudice #chapter 35 #loki fic

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𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎+ 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. okay, the first thing i’m going to ask is... are you all lost? do you feel okay? if you had asked me back in 2017 when i made my blog, i would have told you that this happening would have literally been something beyond...all comprehension to me. the day or so after i made my blog, i remember someone posting a 1500 follow forever, and i was like...that will never be me. i will never ever have that many followers. and honestly, that was fine with me because it’s never been about the numbers, it’s always been about the writers and the plots and the threads. but to check my blog days ago and see that i had hit this milestone? that threw me so much it’s not even funny.

as a thank you for this, i’ll be picking a handful of people who like or reblog this to message randomly with little thank you gifts. i’ve never been hugely incredible at editing ( as seen by the fact this gif is heavily edited from the original one here ), so i’ve always been pretty conservative with what i put out there for the general rpc - but this is just going to be a little thank you from me to anyone who has supported me for a single day even, on this blog, to show what it means to me to have that kind of support.

i can honestly say i have never felt so at home on a roleplaying account before, on here or any other platform, and this has become my home to me. i’m still excited to check in every single day to see what’s happening, and whenever i get a notification, and that speaks volumes to me. thank you for giving me a chance to share this incredible character’s story, and for trusting me to do her justice, and supporting me as i do. thank you, for loving me. ♡

⋰ ♡ 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔, 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 :

@killthebxy : i was going to say none of these would be in any type of order, but that’s a lit, because this first one is without a doubt the most important to me. and i don’t say that because you are my jon, and i don’t say that because of all our many plots and verses, i say that because you, fil, are the very best friend i think i’ve ever made through any kind of place on here. you are the person who reminds me to breathe when i forget how, and the person who holds me together when i fall apart. you are the person who makes me laugh on the good days and the bad, and you know by know exactly what you mean to me. when i first started this blog, you were one of the first to follow me, and you’ve supported me ever since, and i cannot thank you enough for that. thank you for being a part of my life, and thank you for existing. i love you, to the moon and back.

@arcusignis : i think i said most of this the other day but i really cannot believe i went so long without having you in my life. i’ve let you down before as a friend, but please just know that losing you as a friend only made me realise how much harder i would fight to keep that from ever happening again. you, individually, are one of the most stunning people i have ever met, and there will never come a day where i forget to remind you of that. i love you, and i love your fiery smol, and i will never let you forget it again.

@tymptir / @archcr : oh god, this is going to be a big one for me. hannah, you were the first person ever to give me a chance on here. back on day #1 of my blog, when my graphics were atrocious and my icons were terrible, and my tags were a mess, and everything was a work in progress. somehow, you saw through all of it to give me a shot, and quickly became my favourite person to write with. even now, i know that no matter what we plot and write together, it’s going to be beautiful. more than that, i genuinely love that we can talk about anything, whether it be your psycho cat whom i literally plan to steal, or discussing the gym, literally anything, i love our daily chats and they make my day. thank you for being the first person to give me a chance, and thank you for being in my life. please never leave it, because i don’t think i’d know what to do.

@perzyr : you had to know you’d get a mention, didn’t you? literally for all of the late night headcanon chats, the endless jokes about my children vision and rhubarb, the fact you are the only person always ready to hear me ramble about dany’s dragons at any given time. you are one of the most creative people i’ve ever met - and the only person willing to throw such thought into not just one type of magical creature, but every type that no one has thought about developing, creatures from all verses and timelines and just. daisy, you are so stunningly imaginative, and i love that i get to share a bit of that creativity and incorporate it into my muse, because i couldn’t without you.

@aeksicn / @clippedwingsx / @bogxgirl : so as i type this, you’re currently asking why you’re awake, and i’m encouraging you to stay up, and if this doesn’t describe us, i don’t know what else will. let alone the fact you have a starter meme list of stupid things we’ve said. you have become one of the most stable presences in my life over the past few years, and i thank whatever god exists for bringing you into my life. thank you for following me here, for taking this journey on here with me, and for inspiring me every step of the way with everything you do. for always being ready to listen when i need it, and for being there even when i don’t know that i do. i’m so happy you’re here.

@beasteaten / @sinsburnt : admittedly, i can’t take the credit for you being here, but the same sentiment applies. we’ve now known each other longer than i’ve known anyone on here, i think, and i think sometimes it’s easy to forget just how long you’ve been in my life because i genuinely can’t remember a time where i didn’t know you. i’m so happy you’ve found a home in octavia, and that you bring such a life to her, and that you endure every single one of my got rants even though we both know i go into way too many of them. ride or die, til the end, and if i let myself say much more than that, i’ll be going on forever, let’s be honest. thank you for loving me, and thank you for always being there.

@wolfqueennamedstark & @lifesevered & @scldsouls : i’m going to group you all together here, because i have the same thing to say to both of you, and since stark sisters and all ( except ruth but shh you’re adopted anyway ), we’re doing it. you are all so special to me in a way that i can’t even explain, but please just know that i think you’re all beautiful. on the good days, on the bad days, on a rainy day or a day of sunshine, i think you’re all amazing and good and kind and people who i genuinely am so proud to say i have in my life as friends. i hope that never changes, because i can’t imagine being here without any of you now that i’ve found you.

@rebxrnbyfire : i’m not going to say everything here, because you know what i would say for the most part, but what i will say is this : in such a short time frame, you have become one of the most important people on here to me, and i will never stop being grateful for the fact you were brought into my life. not just on roleplay, but you, the person behind the scenes, who makes me smile and laugh and cry and never gives me a reason to doubt myself. i know we’ve had some shaky times in the past, and i’m so happy they’re all behind us now, because i cherish you beyond what words could ever say. i love you more than i can express, and i hope you know how special you are.

@naathborn : all i think when i think of you is that one gif you always seem to spam me with, to be honest, but isn’t that so descriptive of our friendship? you make me smile and laugh so much, beth, and in the same way missandei is so important to daenerys, and in the same way emilia and nathalie dance to beyonce, you are my absolute better half on here. i love you, and i don’t think there’s ever been a single interaction of ours that hasn’t left me in tears of laughter or smiling all over. you are a genuine ray of sunshine, and i really just love you more than words can express.

@alldaddy : okay, so, i do not tell you how much i love and appreciate you enough, but you were one of the first people i really started shipping with on here. and though tumblr doesn’t see it much, we know how much we’ve developed dany and odin, and how much life we’ve breathed into them, and they make me happy. and maybe that’s why i forget to say it sometimes - because it hasn’t even occurred to me that there could ever be a world where you don’t know how loved you are, because i love you so much, and dany loves odin so much, and i just really don’t want you to ever doubt it. you, behind the scenes, are so talented and beautiful, and i love you. i’m thankful to know you.

the filgate squad : aka @tolvys / @sapphireoath & @exilekniight & @thesellsword / @thedolorous & @aeliell : okay, you’re all grouped in together because we dragged each other into the pits of hell, and now we’re staying here. with the exception of vic, i haven’t really gotten to know any of you until recently, and i really love that this has now become my little family? like i can message any one of you and know it’ll have me crying of laughter. let alone that damn voice chat that descended into the depths of hell faster than season 8′s ratings plummeted after the finale, where you all heard me quite literally unable to breathe from laughing so much. more than that, on the bad days, i know i have my own little queensguard ready to fight, and please just know that in turn, i would fight and die for any single one of you. i love you all, more than words can ever express, and now that we’re all sitting in the inferno together, you’re all stuck with me.

⋰ ♡ 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 :

@killthebxy / @automaiiiled, @arcusignis / @ardholen, @tymptir / @archcr, @wolfqueennamedstark , @perzyr , @exilekniight , @beasteaten / @sinsburnt , @clippedwingsx / @aeksicn / @bogxgirl , @lifesevered , @rebxrnbyfire / @silentshadcw, @naathborn , @deltiitnu / @withanarmy / @wildfireyes, @ofimaginarybeings , @satincrow , @longmayshereignxcersei , @alldaddy , @estoires / @initiare , @ashccra / @tyrxshisword , @boltxnbastard , @eldingaesir , @wolfcrownd , @needlcd , @russetwolf , @breakercfchains , @valyrianflame , @scldsouls , @thedolorous / @thesellsword , @sapphireoath / @tolvys , @faunabones , @talltalkr

⋰ ♡ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓.

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#this may be my longest one yet but #follow forever #thank you all so much #this honestly just blows my mind #i love you all #to pieces

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Reading Recs

Because studying for the bar is terrible, all the time, I have been reading a lot of fic to make up for how terrible it is. So have some (completely random, no two fandoms alike, plus some journalism) recs!

AN EVER-FIXED MARK by AMarguerite [pride & prejudice, elizabeth/darcy, elizabeth/colonel fitzwilliam] \\\ One would think that having the name of one's soulmate appear on one's wrist on one's sixteenth birthday would make matrimony much less complicated. It mostly does not. And not at all for Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourne.

why you should read it: This is a full-fledged novel, clocking in at 190k, and delightful from start to finish. (I started reading at 11pm and didn’t stop until 6am---screwing up both my sleep and study schedules. It’s just that good.) The author calls it a deconstruction of the “soulmate mark” trope, but it’s more of an imaginative exploration, lovingly done. It deftly interweaves British history, Napoleonic politics, and a healthy dose of Austen-like humor, as well as a cast of characters from both the Austen canon and history. (Not to spoil anyone, but the appearance of the Duke of Wellington is fucking delightful.)

There are a couple places where it feels a little too postmodern (mostly dialogue in some of the later chapters) but overwhelmingly it’s a fantastic love letter to Elizabeth and Darcy, the era, Austen, and both friends-to-lovers and soulmarks.

THE LADY AND THE KNIGHT by Jack Hawksmoor [labyrinth, sarah/jareth] \\\ Sarah's made a great life for herself, but Jareth has a problem. Will Sarah help him? What will it cost her if she does?

why you should read it: I read one of this author’s other Labyrinth stories first---“Sanctuary” which is also very good---but this is the fic that came out of nowhere and roundly punched me in the teeth. The Jareth/Sarah dynamic is so fey, so distinctly fairytale, with all the strangeness and grasping connotations of that. (I’m a sucker for a love that is profoundly selfish.) It also balances perfectly with the worldbuilding, which is done so well. There’s absolutely no dull expositional explanation just....the world and the stories therein, the way Sarah interacts with it as a Hero.

It is a decade old now, and there are places where it reads very....00s-era fic, but since I was around reading fic back then it was a fun trip back into nostalgia.

HERMIONE GRANGER’S HOGWARTS CRAMMER FOR DELINQUENTS ON THE RUN by waspabi [harry potter, harry potter/draco malfoy, ensemble] \\\ ‘You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

why you should read it: Another alternate universe novel, though this is more canon divergence than fusion. Honestly, the best part is how the author portrays the ensemble---Hermione, Ron, Malfoy, Neville, Ginny, and Luna, all interacting with each other and with a Harry they don’t know is fantastic, and the sense of warm humor is very much J.K. Rowling in her “schoolboy antics” prime. Obviously the stakes are considerably higher in this fic, since the gang has left Hogwarts and is on the run from the Death Eaters, but it still manages to be quippy, and intimate.

Also, Hermione is wonderful.

LET ME LOOK AT THE SUN by telanu [the good place, michael/eleanor shellstrop] \\\ They’re eleven months into attempt 801, and Michael thinks this might be the reboot that finally takes.

why you should read it: I freely admit to getting on the Eleanor/Michael train (trolley?) purely because Ted Danson and Kristen Bell act the crap out of their scenes together. Also because it amuses me, but that’s my reason for everything. Either way, this fic takes the dynamic of “human garbage fire, on the verge of redemption” Eleanor Shellstrop and “not human, but maybe not completely evil” Michael and dials it up to eleven, underscoring both how similar and how different they are.

It strikes completely the right balance between cruelty and kindness, and also there is discussion about monsters. My kind of thing.

THE HILLS ARE ALIVE by MirasolAbeille [discworld/sound of music, susan sto helit/georg von trapp] \\\ Captain von Trapp and his children get rather more than they bargained for with the new governess.

why you should read it: Crossovers have never been my cup of tea, but I love a somewhat-ridiculous premise taken very seriously, and that’s what’s happening here. Half the fun of the fic is Susan’s internal narration, which imports all the uncompromising pragmatism and irony of the character, and neatly skewers some of the....more twee aspects of a very twee musical. It also brings out a much more interesting depiction of Captain von Trapp---with a more formidable governess, he’s allowed to be smarter and harder, enthralled with Susan’s will and cunning rather than innocence.

This is a work in progress, but I’m definitely keeping my eye on it. Mostly because I have to know how it ends.

LIVE IN THE QUESTION by valeris [marvel, darcy lewis, some darcy lewis/bucky barnes, ensemble] \\\ In which Darcy is the Alpha child of two famous Omega Rights activists.

why you should read it: I honestly just love the worldbuilding on this. Darcy’s mother and father, her friendships, the dynamics complicated by designation, are all extremely interesting---ironically, the best way to get me interested in A/B/O fic seems to be lots of discussion of fictional gender roles and gender politics! Who knew.

ARCANA by rosa_acicularis [sherlock, f!john watson/sherlock holmes] \\\ Sometimes, her grandmother has said, in the simplest, strongest of magics that’s all that’s required – a sacrifice and an intent. Her blood, and his words: I want to forget. (In which Joanna Watson is a witch, Sherlock Holmes is himself, and every spell has its price.)

why you should read it: Hey, we were all there in 2013, okay. Sometimes, you just want to return to the warm bosom of fandoms-gone-by, and this is one of my favorite Sherlock fics for a reason. Rosa_acicularis has been doing fairytale fusions since the Doctor Who days, and they’re always effective and interesting. Joanna Watson is wonderful, and her witching is wonderful, and it’s just....good.

THE REAL BANISHMENT IS THE FAMILY WE MADE ALONG THE WAY by scioscribe [thor: ragnarok, loki & hela] \\\ Hela did not ask for company in her sealed-up world, but evidently Odin is economical in containment strategies for his misbegotten children.

why you should read it: Loki gets punted into whatever terrible pocket of space Odin kept Hela in. They kill each other, and awkwardly bond over being a murderous family disappointment. This fic nails the dynamic, and even when they’re getting along, Hela and Loki are mocking and prickly and hateful. It’s exquisite.

+PLUS

I’ve mentioned before how much I love the nosleep reddit, and I finally found the time to sit down and catch up with the last.....couple months. Has anyone heard of the Left/Right Game? has to be my favorite since the Search & Rescue story, or maybe the Florida Pill Mills. I’m just a sucker for a sense of “further up and further in” where our everyday awareness is a thin layer of normalcy laid over the profoundly weird and deeply horrific.

Finally, in journalism, Chicago Magazine’s Journey to America made me homesick like crazy. A really good depiction of the midwest, in all its wonderful small-town weirdness.

#there's no way I'm going to be able to tag all these fandoms so I won't #fic recs #I'm terrible at comments so @ all these authors pretend I left comments instead of raving about you randomly on the internet #from the bookshelf

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lenavonschweetz · 6 years

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Deep End

Loki x S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Reader

Synopsis: You don’t trust Loki. You hate Loki, everything he stands for, and everything he does. You are not becoming friends with him. And you are most definitely not falling in love with him.

Warnings: tiny D.C. Cross over (whaaaat?) Talk of Mental Health/Distress, Depression, Angst, fluff, lil bit of Avengers Hate, Mind Control, foreshadowing of Infinity War (no spoilers though) that is tied in from the original Avengers film.

A/N: This doesn’t really follow the MCU timeline. I guess pretend that Odin got desperate and gave Loki to the Midguardians to handle for a bit while he caught up on that #OdinSleep. Also, I saw a post a while back that really inspired this fic. You should definitely check it out (and keep in mind that the blue and green eye color shifts in this fic are on purpose) As always, I have no Beta. (If anyone wants to be my Beta, I would love you FOREVER) Let me know of any mistakes and I’ll fix them.

A/N/N: MY FIRST LOKI FIC!!! Not sure how I feel about it, but it’s my first time exploring writing Loki as a character and I wanted to focus more on that than a huge, exhausting plot. And it’s a beast. over 4,000 words (and an unnecessarily excessive amount of gifs)

You didn’t want to admit it.

You didn’t want to give him the power he so desperately wanted.

Yet here you were, handing it to him on a silver platter.

Loki Laufeyson was a snake, always has been, always will be. But he knew who he was, which was more than you could say for yourself.

When the Avengers first brought him to your branch of S.H.I.E.L.D., you told everyone what a bad idea this was. But no one listened. Of course they didn’t. Instead, they followed the advice of the foolish bunch that made up the team. You didn’t understand how their words held so much weight. They were people just like you, they made mistakes (a lot of mistakes) but because they were some overpowered assholes people bent to their whims left and right.

No one heeded what you had to say.

So when things started going wrong around the base, you had to bite your tongue from saying “I told you so!” Nothing too extreme, no deaths or injuries, but you could tell the trickster was trying to amuse himself somehow. You gathered that being held captive wasn’t exactly entertaining.

Loki’s magic was far stronger than any cage you could keep him in, that you knew for sure. What you didn’t understand was why he didn’t just break out. He could be free if he really wanted to, and you and your people wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop him.

You’d heard terrible things about him, about what’d he’d done both on your world and his own. How he gleefully tortured humans before he was brought to justice in New York. How he took advantage of his brother’s exile and all but doomed Asgard. How, on many different occasions, he’d even tried to kill his brother and father. Not his mother though... that bit stumped you. There was definitely a monster painted in your mind when it came to Loki.

So when those great buffoons brought the Prince of Asgard to your people, your walls immediately shot up. You prepared for day one to be absolute hell, having to wrangle Loki into a cell and keep him from trying anything.

Instead, what you got what a husk of a man, grey and weary, who was shoved unceremoniously into a cell to rot. Everyone was ready to forget him.

A luxury you wish you shared.

But when you saw those sunken eyes and broken man, you wondered how the hell this was the infamous Chitauri leader who practically leveled New York City. Something about him wouldn’t let you be. Something about him begged to be discovered and damn it, you were never one to turn away from a mystery.

And a mystery he was.

Every time you saw him, you saw a different shadow of a man. Sometimes he would terrify you, his smile stretching across his face in genuine enjoyment when he unsettled someone. Others, he wept - openly, not giving a damn who saw him. You couldn’t figure him out and it infuriated you.

Your superiors weren’t happy when you all but demanded to be assigned to Loki’s charge. In fact, they were downright pissed. Accused you of having some sick fascination with the murderous trickster. ‘We don’t need another situation like Gotham.’ They hissed, and that was the last of that. In your defense, you were never really good with authority.

But you were not Dr. Quinzel. You didn’t lust after this man, or love him.

You hated him and you wanted to figure out what made him tick. That way you could crush him just like he’d crushed your world.

You’re careful as you try to weasel your way through the system and get yourself reassigned. Lucky you, a rookie agent is overjoyed at the chance to get out of Loki’s charge. He thinks you’re insane, but he doesn’t need to be asked twice.

You bide your time, exchanging small favors with the high ups of the department. An overlooked disappearance here, a waived debt there. You didn’t like it, but it was a means to an end.

And it was all worth it when you were finally placed as Chief Observation of the operation - in charge of keeping an eye and ear on Loki at almost all times. The increased personal time between the two of you gives you plenty of time to notice strange ticks and inconsistencies in the Trickster’s behavior. Even inconsistencies in his appearance.

You think you’re imagining it at first. That it’s a trick of the light when his eyes sometimes look blue, sometimes green. Sometimes his skin even looks duller than usual...almost, a sickly blue... You write it off as some of his distasteful magic tricks.

Your first several exchanges are useless. An angry man throwing out hateful words. He goads you, giving you absolutely nothing when you ask your questions, slowly trying to ease your way in.

Over the weeks your strained relationship doesn’t become any less hostile, but the routine seems to offer you both some sense of comfort. On days you don’t have an encounter with him, you find yourself feeling a little out of sorts.

Even though he says horrid, dehumanizing things...days without his presence seem...odd.

You attribute it to his (probable) magic use on you.

The first time he shows you even an ounce of kindness, you’re shocked. You don’t know how to take it, analyzing it from an emotionless standpoint - the one you’d trained so hard on. What was his motive? Did he think he could butter you up, get you on his side with false promises and Asgardian chivalry? If he thought he had a read on you, he had another thing coming.

Passing months make your relationship feel odd. You don’t like each other, that much is evident. But you tolerate each other. One could say you even look forward to your time together.

Maybe it’s a sick perversion.

As time goes on, however, you worry that perhaps you understand him, maybe even identify with him. You quickly shove that revelation to the side, doubling down on your combat training to work off some of the stress.

“It’s good to see you, pet,” Loki says, voice soft and pleasant. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but you did prefer days when he seemed softer. Not just his tone of voice, but even the way he carried himself. He didn’t seem so...sharp.

You had to put your guard up on high for days like these.

“Goodmorning, Loki.” You greet, wearing a small smile. The one he returns makes your heart flutter makes you suspicious. “How was breakfast?”

“Tasteless, barely fit to be called a meal, but sustenance none the less.” There doesn’t seem to be any malice in his words, but you won’t let him get the better of you. A chuckle, mirthful, not aggressive. “As usual.” Something changes in his face then. A flicker of movement in his eyes, sorrow on his face. “I’m glad you’re here.” He whispers. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You wait with bated breath, unable to place the note in Loki’s voice that sounds as if he’s about to break.

“About?”

“I’m sorry.”

You’re not expecting that. To be honest, you don’t even know what he’s apologizing for, but you’re not sure if he’s ever said those words in his entire life.

“I...I have said things that...done things.” He struggles with the word. The way he gulps down his nerves is audible. “Vile things. Know that I am not typically all that loathsome. Though I do not deny that I do have perhaps a little too much fun with discourse.” His smile is genuine, shy, and small. It takes him a moment to go on. “I do not deserve your forgiveness. I know it’s strange and unrequited - not like that -” He tacks on when you raise an eyebrow. “But I have come to consider you...a friend.”

No. No no no no no no no no no. You should not. You do not feel the same. Feeling the same is a slippery slope, and you were. not. Harleen. Quinzel. You would remain strong. You would not fall victim to those beautiful green eyes and bad boy attitude. You. would. not.

“I do consider you a friend, Loki.” Well, you tried.

You do your best to convince yourself that you’re lying to him, feigning friendship as a manipulation tactic. It doesn’t help that he’s smiling at you like that.

You know it’s a lie.

So does he.

It still keeps you up at night.

“Goodmorning, Agent X.” That sick smile crossed a pale, hardened face. So it was one of those days.

“You know that’s not my name, Loki.” You say as a way of greeting. he merely shrugs, shackles clinking quietly against the desk where he was tethered.

“I know. But why would I bother to learn the name of someone so abysmally insignificant when I can just call you whatever I’d like?”

“Charming.”

“I try, pet.” You hate when he calls you ‘pet’ on his worse days. It taints the memory of how affectionately he says it on his good days.

Sighing and rolling your eyes, you sit down opposite him and do your best to avoid eye contact. It was an action that you deemed unwise when he was in this mood.

“Alright, your majesty,” you begin with a stabbing smirk of your own. The title brings a fire to those blue eyes. One you try to ignore. “Let’s get to it then, shall we?”

“Yes, let’s. Tell me, pet, how do you want me? On the floor, against the wall?” He licks his lips, blue eyes drinking in every inch of you in your too tight tactical gear. “On the table?”

“I’d rather compliant.” He tsks at that, cocking his head to the side with an infuriating smirk.

“Well, I’m normally the one in control, but I must say the thought of a woman like you dominating this whole...squabble is quite enticing. Especially when you choose to keep me bound like this.”

“Get your head out of the gutter, Trickster, before I remove it for you and then shove it up your own ass.” The smirk does not disappear, in fact, it grows wider. You ignore it. “New York. I assume I don’t have to elaborate?”

“But I do so love it when you drone on and on,” Loki says, sarcasm dripping off every word. “The sound of your voice does so arouse my interest.”

“Yeah, and yours does so quash mine.” You snap back, voice mocking in a different way than his. “Loki. New York. Your take over. We still have agents missing, and I aim to find them. The ones you controlled and otherwise.”

“Well, my dear, might I suggest going to check where this all began? I do think it would be quite obvious, no? Tell me, did you bother to check the rubble.” Your teeth gnash, your jaw clenching, and you so desperately try to hide your fury from him. It does not go unnoticed. “As for the ones I controlled, what is it you humans typically do with a beast of burden who has outlived its usefulness.”

Metal screeching against metal echos through the interrogation chamber as you violently push your chair away from the table. Loki doesn’t even flinch when you slam your hands down to hold your shaking body up.

“God damn it, you sick sonofabitch, where. is. my. sister?” Tears burn at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall over. The tighter you clench your jaw the less it seems to help.

“Oooh. It finally comes out.” His voice is a snarl, balanced and timed perfectly. “The thing you’ve been dying to know since we met a year ago, yes? I’ve seen it, you know? The utter need to hear the answer, the truth. Listen to me very carefully, pet.” His voice is chilling, his power looming over you without him even having to move a muscle. “You will not raise your voice to me again. I am a god, and I will not be threatened by a meager Midgardian who I could crush if I so wished. Just like I did your sister. Now, shall we try that again?”

You want nothing more than to punch that sickening grin off of his sharp, pale face. It takes everything you have not to, and then some to gather your composure. You can’t look him in the eyes, not after that, ot while you have to clench your fists to keep from choking him to death. Finally, you feel like you can speak without breaking.

“I hope you enjoy your stay, Loki. Because you'll get no more kindness from me.”

“And here I thought things were going to get boring.”

You don’t speak to Loki for weeks.

You don’t go to visit him either. The last exchange has left you so livid that you even change his meal schedule, only letting the guards feed him once a day now. Perhaps it was cruel. But nowhere near half as cruel as what he had done.

Your routine shifts, something you’d secretly been dreading. Your entertaining, albeit unorthodox, company leaves a hole in your life that you find difficult to fill.

The change affects Loki as well, though he wouldn’t tell the peons you’ve sent him in your stead. No, instead he would suffer in silence.

And suffer he did.

A darkness that he hadn’t known for a while, not since you began to visit him a year ago, begins to creep back into his consciousness. It darkens his days, keeps him up at night - though the tears may be the real cause of his sleeplessness.

A sickly sweet voice haunts his dreams and even his waking hours. The lure of power and revenge. Of acceptance. He fights it as best he can. He hadn’t completely shaken it before, that he knew.

And he regretted it more than anything.

He hated the days when that darkness made him that much more foul. Of course, he was never aware of it in the morning. No, instead he would wake up the next day, sometimes even days later, with the memory of your face as he hurled something particularly nasty your way. The image would haunt him, and it took everything he had not to cry when you came to see him again.

But now those visits had stopped, and it becomes harder and harder for Loki to pull himself out of his abyss.

Odin did not want him, he was not worthy of a throne, or affection from his people or even his own brother. He did not belong, he never did. The only time he felt like he was wanted was with this putrid force manipulating his mind.

He’s losing himself again and the only person who’s been able to find him again is gone.

You have no patience. You’ve reached the end of your rope. It was your day off, yet here you were, stomping into the base because Loki was throwing a fit.

The god of mischief was throwing a temper tantrum. And you were, apparently, the only one he would let into his cell without hurling some projectile at them.

You hear his screaming in the corridor long before you see him, your heart hammering painfully at the sound of utter agony in his voice. The guards outside his cell raise their eyebrows at you, obviously not impressed with that fact that you were the one he asked for demanded. When you pass through the first measure of security to get a glimpse of him through the two-way mirror, your heart breaks at what you see.

Loki is huddled on the floor, debris of the furnishings S.H.I.E.L.D. had so generously provided after you kept pestering asking them strewn all around him. He’s covered in blood, sweat, and tears - literally - and for the first time in a long time, you feel bad for Loki. Finally, his thrashing ceases and he slumps against the wall behind him, falling silent.

At least he seems to be done screaming.

“Are you going to act like a big boy now, Mr. All Powerful God, or should I come back later after you’ve decided to grow up?”

The answer to your biting sarcasm is silence. Loki doesn’t even bother to glance at the glass (which you know he can definitely see through with those powers of his.)

After several more moments of silence, you relent, scanning your badge and inputting your fingerprint and code to enter the Trickster’s quarters. He’s silent when you enter, the only sound in the room is his heavy breathing as he attempts to recover from his tantrum. Still, his eyes are trained on something invisible in front of him, something dancing behind those haunted eyes.

“What was so damn important that you had to go destroying your room over. S.H.I.E.L.D. is not going to replace this, by the way. I hope you enjoy your redecorating.” You stand there for several, tense minutes, as unmoving as the man in front of you. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you can take no more. “Well, Loki? What do you have to say for yourself?”

When he still doesn’t answer, you scoff and turn on your heels to make a hasty retreat.

“I didn’t kill your sister.”

His voice is so quiet, so broken, that you have to take a moment to figure out if he’d actually spoken or if you were hearing things.

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t kill your sister. Though my intentions with her and other agents’ skills were less than admirable, I did not hurt them.”

“Alright,” your voice wavers far more than you would like. “So you didn’t hurt a small group of people. And though I can...appreciate that you didn’t hurt my flesh and blood, you still killed hundreds. Possibly thousands.”

“I know.” You had expected him to sound cocky. Not like a small child. “I am not claiming I’m worthy of any sort of redemption. I deserve it here. But I had to tell you. I did not hurt your sister. And if I could, I would tell you where she is.”

“And why can’t you?” Your voice fills the small chamber as you scream at Loki. His green eyes come up to meet the fire in your own.

“It’s...difficult to explain.”

“Try me.”

“I don’t remember where she is. Only that the last time I saw her and the other agents there were safe.”

“Well then, where did you last see them?” You press.

“That’s the problem. I can’t remember.”

“How do you forget something like that?”

“Because I wasn’t the one who abandoned them! It was me, but then again it wasn’t. I don’t know how to - it’s all turned upside down in - It’s because of him. He found me. After I’d been...denounced by my father.”

“Who found you?”

“Thanos.” You’re not quite sure why, but the name sends nausea straight through you. Perhaps it’s the way even Loki seems to fear it. “He gave me an offer...one I could not refuse, but then you can’t really refuse anything when your mind isn’t your own now, can you?” His laugh is forced, hollow, and you find yourself missing his true laughter as his words sink in.

“Agent Barton.” You surmise. “You controlled him with your scepter...you got the scepter from Thanos...”

“Correct.”

“Did...Loki, did the scepter control you?”

His answer lies in the shame he exudes when he can’t bring himself to look at you.

“Not...entirely. He offered me what I wanted. I am sorry to say that I...took his offer with no hesitation. It wasn’t until after he accentuated my desires that I realized I was...changing. I was not...myself. I know I’m no saint, pet, but I’ve seen what Thanos wants. It makes even me sick.”

“How can I trust you, Loki?”

“You can’t. But I trust you.”

You scoff at the sentiment, trying to ignore the tears that collect in the corners of your eyes.

“This is just another bunch of your lies. I don’t have to listen to it anymore.” You have to get out of here. You’re powerless to him and his magic. Powerless to his charms. He was trying to manipulate you, nothing more.

“Pet,”

“Stop trying to control me, Loki!” You screech, turning on him as your hand finds its way to the holster on your hip. Green eyes follow the movement, flicking away from your fingers resting on the butt of your gun back to your intense gaze. He’s calm. He knows you won’t shoot him. The thought makes you even angrier. “Plead all you want, but I am not falling for your - your mind control again!”

“I would never do that to you!” You’re terrified for a moment, unable to keep from jumping at Loki’s sudden outburst. Around you, debris flies out ward. Some of the wooden furniture intact from his last fit splinter against the wall. Instinct takes over as metal and woods scream around you, and before you can register what’s happening, your gun is trained right on Loki. His red-rimmed eyes absolutely bore into you and a wet sob breaks from his throat. “I have never done that to you.” Tears. Actual tears roll down Loki’s cheeks, his voice cracking with sorrow. “I would never put anyone through the torment that still haunts me.”

You holster your gun, and not even you can pretend its because of Loki’s magic. You do this of your own free will.

Your legs have a mind of their own, moving before you can even register what’s happening. Kneeling, you reach for him and for the very first time, you touch him. His cheek is cold, his tears even colder as you wipe them away from his smooth skin. Those haunted green eyes find your own and you have to swallow the emotion welling in your throat.

“I still feel it sometimes.” He pants, reaching up to hold your hand against his cheek. His eyes flutter shut at the comfort it brings. “It scratches at my mind until I give in from the pain. I can’t control it, I don’t know which way is up or who anyone is - who I am. But you...” His brow furrows - a tension that you brush away with comforting fingers. As you lovingly caress his skin, his eyes find you once more. “You, Y/N, you calm the storms within my head.” You realize in that moment that Loki has never called you anything other than pet, or Agent.

His cool hands close around your hand placed on his cheek, bringing your knuckles to brush against his chapped, cracked lips. Unable to hold them back any longer, your tears fall free with a shuttering breath. Loki’s face is kind, gentle, as he reaches forward with his free hand to brush your tears away as you had his. You’re lost in his eyes, in the cool, pale expanse of his chilled skin, the way your hands feel so good against each other’s skin.

It isn’t until some stray wire behind you (displaced by his earlier outburst) sparks loudly, illuminating the bags under Loki’s gorgeous eyes that you suddenly remember where you are. Grievously, you pull your hand away from him and sit back on your haunches across from him.

“Loki...we...we can’t. They’ll take me off your charge, or worse - detain us both. I cannot be another Dr. Qui-”

“I would never ask that of you. I don’t deserve you. You have my word, that I will do everything in my power to fight Thanos’ spell and I will find your sister, my love.” He reaches forward once more, his knuckles brushing briefly against your cheek. A forbidden touch. One to help him hold off from more. “But a friendship. A helping hand. Help me become the man I was before all this. Please. Help me to be better than that.” He smiles remorsefully. “Maybe then, if I am given a second chance...maybe we can try. All I ask of you now is to just be here. Calm my storms, pet.”

“I can try.”

“I could never ask for more.” You regard him as you stand and proceed toward the door. The two of you share one last glance for now, one that is free from any masks or malice. The only thing you see in Loki’s eyes in affection and trust. Something you’re sure is reflected right back at him in your own eyes.

“Loki, you wouldn’t need to ask.”

You didn’t wanted to admit it.

You didn’t wanted to give him the power love he so desperately wanted needs.

And here you are, handing it to him on a silver platter. And he was doing exactly the same for you.

(please be gentle. It’s my first time with Loki (lol) and I know it was underwhelming. Thanks for reading anyway!)

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farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, 3.1k, post-ragnarok fic, look at me in your lighthearted movies writing angsty whump fic. note that I stole a few things in this fic (with permission!) from @portraitoftheoddity so give her some love. also cw for torture, I told you it was angsty whump fic

“I have a feeling it will all work out,” Thor said, and the moment he did Loki knew that it absolutely, absolutely would not.

As usual, at least on these matters, he was right.

He felt the shadow before he registered what cast it. “What in the Nine is that,” Thor said, and Loki turned his head, looking up at the ship looming huge and dark over them. There was no particular sign of its allegiance, or its owner, but Loki’s stomach sank and his eyes widened, panic fluttering in his throat. He knew.

“That,” he said, and his voice came out sounding like little more than a croak, “is the beginning of the avalanche.”

Thor turned toward him, eye narrowing. “Don’t be cryptic.”

Loki swallowed hard several times. His every instinct was screaming at him to run - abandon ship and bolt for somewhere else. He had the Tesseract, he could do it-

He had the Tesseract.

Thanos had known the Tesseract was on Earth without ever seeing it. It gave off an energy bright as a dying star to anyone with the skill to sense it. There were protective spells on Odin’s Vault - had been protective spells on Odin’s Vault - but even if they were strong enough to completely hide its presence, the moment Asgard was gone that would have been lost, and he might have been on his way ever since the moment he’d known Loki had failed.

He’s here because of you. Here, with a pathetic remnant of Asgard’s people, bereft of most of their skilled warriors, shattered by the loss of their home. Vulnerable. Weakened.

“Answer me,” Thor said, a little more of a growl.

“You were hunting Infinity Stones, yes?” Loki said. He cleared his throat to try to steady his voice. “You weren’t the only one.”

“You are still being cryptic.”

“My King,” Heimdall said, and Loki almost jumped. He didn’t turn, though, still staring at the ship, hovering over them like a vulture circling a wounded rabbit. “We are being hailed.”

Don’t answer, Loki wanted to say, but that would be worse.

“Loki,” Thor said lowly. “If you know who this is, now is the time to tell me.”

Loki squeezed his eyes closed and opened them. It wasn’t as though it would make things worse. “Are you familiar with the name ‘Thanos’?”

Thor wasn’t. Heimdall was.

Loki was privy to an intense, whispered argument between the two of them that he only barely paid attention to. They kept glancing in his direction, but Loki could not quite muster up the wherewithal to be concerned about that, too busy trying to think through his options.

If Thanos hadn’t destroyed them already - if he was trying to make contact - he was playing with his food. Toying with them. He must know the Tesseract was on board (your fault, your fault he’s here, look what you did) and Loki knew exactly what he was going to say.

Give me the Tesseract and I will let you go. He might even, for a little while. Might let them make it a league away before destroying this ship and everyone on it. Because he could.

Going through option after option, he couldn’t think of many that would be good enough. Thanos wanted the Tesseract. He might want it more than the satisfaction of destroying one small ship.

An idea was occurring to him, but even glancing at it made his stomach tie in knots.

“Go reassure the people,” Thor said, more audibly. “I can handle this.”

Loki stayed quiet. Wait. You might as well see what he does. What he says. Might as well…

Coward.

“Thanos,” Thor said. “He was the force behind you when you came to Earth.”

“Clever of you to work that out,” Loki said. He did not, Loki noticed, ask what might have happened. What that force might have done.

“Do not try to provoke me,” Thor said flatly. “It won’t work. You said nothing of this. You could have warned us-”

“I could have,” Loki agreed. “I didn’t. And now he is here. What do you want me to say?”

Thor growled. “Why didn’t you?”

Because I was frightened. Because I hoped it would not come to this. Because I wanted to forget everything, all of it, pretend it never happened.

“You should answer sooner rather than later,” Loki said instead. “The longer you delay, the worse it will be.”

Thor shook his head. “We will speak more of this later. You will come with me. But stay out of sight.”

Well, Loki thought a little bitterly, that was a kindness.

No. I don’t think we will speak of this later. Slip one noose and another closes.

You brought him here, Loki. You need to get him away.

He sat where he couldn’t see the holo-screen when the communications line opened. Hearing his voice was almost worse. His ears buzzed and he only absorbed one in three words, Thor’s cautious answers. Cautious. Thor. Two words he would not have thought to put in the same sentence.

He would be a good king.

“What do you want?” Thor asked.

“There are two things that belong to me on your vessel,” Thanos said.

Two things, Loki thought, and hunched his shoulders.

“Two things,” Thor said. “And what are those?”

“The object you know as the Tesseract,” Thanos said. Loki squeezed his eyes closed, waiting for it. “And the one who calls himself your brother.”

Loki swallowed, sure it was audible. He pressed back into the wall like it would swallow him. Thor was quiet.

“I do not have the Tesseract,” he said finally. “It was lost when Asgard burned.”

“No,” Thanos said. “It was not. I suggest you look to Loki, if you are indeed unaware.”

Loki cringed again.

“I suppose,” Thor said after another long silence, “I do not need to ask what happens if I should refuse.”

“It would be unfortunate.” Thanos’s voice vibrated through his bones and Loki shuddered. “I will give you some time to consider.”

Silence. Loki held very still, breathing shallowly, his heart pounding in his ears. “So,” he managed to make himself say, finally. “What are you going to do?”

“You do have the Tesseract, then,” Thor said. “You took it-”

“From the Vault, yes,” Loki said. “How did you think I got away?” A pair of fists were squeezing his lungs. “Was I planning to mention it? Probably not. Why does Thanos want me in addition? Two reasons, I would guess: because he promised eternal torment if I failed him, which I did, and because he wants to see if you will refuse. If you do, he will have the excuse he needs to annihilate you all. If you do not, it will have been an interesting experiment nonetheless.” He swallowed hard. “Does that answer your questions, more or less?”

Thor said nothing, and Loki forced himself to look at him. He didn’t know how his face looked, but Thor looked...less angry than Loki would have expected. He looked like he was trying to think.

“There’s one good choice and you know it,” Loki said.

“I do not,” Thor said flatly, though the flicker in his eye said otherwise.

“You are a king now. You have to think broadly-”

“By surrendering the Tesseract to a being, Heimdall informs me, of unparalleled malevolence?”

Priorities, Loki thought dazedly. The other’s easier, isn’t it.

“It is either the Tesseract or the entire remains of your people,” Loki said.

“Our people,” Thor corrected. He narrowed his eye. “Could you craft some trick, some imitation of…”

“No,” Loki said. “Nothing I could do would even come close. There is no chance it would fool him. You need to-”

“I need to think.” Thor paced, his stride tight and his shoulders tense. Loki watched him and took a breath, as deep as he could manage.

“I could try to stall him,” he said. “Perhaps make some...something. If you were quick - maybe there is a way you can use the Tesseract. You have your own magic, if you could master it you might be able to take this ship out of range-”

“If,” Thor said. “Could try. Maybe.” He shook his head. “I cannot risk those relying on me on a chance.”

Loki’s throat closed. “I’d make it a good chance.”

“No,” Thor said roughly. “You won’t. You will stay here, on this ship, and help me find a way out of this.”

“Don’t be sentimental now-”

Thor rounded on him, his eye crackling. Quite literally. “I just got you back,” he said. “I am not going to lose you again.”

Loki felt something go out of him. He stared at Thor.

Not ignoring him, then, he thought dazedly. He’d simply taken it for a given that it was never an acceptable option. I think it best that we never see each other again, he’d said, like a knife in the heart, and Loki had been waiting for him to take it back, but maybe Thor had never meant it. Maybe he’d been repeating the words Loki had been giving him for years, forcing him to face that the prospect of never seeing Thor again made him feel sick.

He loved Thor. He’d always loved Thor. Desperately, hopelessly, fatally.

“I understand,” he said finally. Thor nodded and turned away again. Loki pushed himself to his feet, swaying briefly before he steadied himself. Walking over, he could see the ship looming vast and terrible. “Thor,” he said. “I…”

He trailed off, stepping up to Thor’s side. “Do you remember what I said?” He asked quietly. “The day of your coronation. Just before…”

Thor gave him a sidelong look, one eyebrow lifting. “‘Nice feathers,’” he said. A laugh stuttered in Loki’s throat.

“No,” he said. “Not that.”

Loki had kept the nasty little thing. He’d imagined it might be useful.

Thor didn’t have time to shout before the obedience disk dropped him. Loki wouldn’t have long. He had to move fast.

At least it wasn’t far to the shuttle.

Loki’s intention - his hope - was that he could take the shuttle just far enough to catch Thanos’s attention and draw him off, and then use the Tesseract to jump somewhere far away. If he could keep moving that way, at least he could buy some time. Probably not forever, but at least for a while. Maybe in that time he’d think of something else.

He’d known it was thin. The first part worked: he got Thanos’s attention, his ship turning away from the one that held all of Asgard, dwindling behind Loki. He managed to drag the shuttle through one portal before it broke down, and the passageway didn’t close quickly enough behind him.

From there, it was a foregone conclusion.

He didn’t recognize the one of Thanos’s Children who dragged him before their father. Not the Zen-Whoberi or the Luphomoid cyborg, and he wondered vaguely what had become of them.

“You should know better than to try to run, little frostling,” Thanos said, and Loki’s head spun.

“I ran to get away from Asgard’s King who meant to kill me before handing over your Tesseract,” Loki said, words spilling frantically out of him. “I am not so foolish as to think I could outrun you-”

“I thought,” Thanos said, his voice breaking Loki’s like a foot on a dry twig, “I had trained you better than to lie to me.”

Loki’s mouth went dry. His limbs froze. He could hear himself panting.

“Where is the Tesseract?” Thanos asked.

“Gone,” Loki said. “I threw it away rather than let it fall into your hands.”

“Corvus,” Thanos said. The Child standing beside him raised a golden bladed glaive, grabbed hold of his hair, and thrust it through his shoulder.

Loki didn’t bother not to scream. There was no point in pretending bravado; Thanos already knew him better than that.

“It’s true,” Loki said, because he didn’t have a better lie, and needed to cling to this one. “Tear me to shreds, it will still be gone. Go hunting for it elsewhere-”

The other shoulder this time, and the blade twisted, grinding against bone. Loki lunged instinctively for his magic only to be yanked back, his power smothered under greater.

“No,” Thanos said, rising. “I think not.”

He raised a hand and clenched it.

What Loki kept hidden away - his knives, small and useful trinkets, a change of clothes (just in case) - no one had ever been able to reach. And this time, suddenly, it wasn’t.

It felt like the Tesseract had been embedded somewhere inside him and Thanos was tearing it out, pulling his very entrails out of him hand over hand, ribs cracking and heart tearing from his chest, something deep and vital ripped open. It couldn’t have been long but it seemed to take an eternity, and when it was over he was bent over and spitting blood and bile, every part of his body throbbing, the Tesseract’s song deafening in his ears.

“There,” Thanos said, satisfied. “Mine once more.”

Me, or it, Loki thought dizzily, in the moment before he blacked out.

He didn’t die.

Of course he didn’t. That had never been the expectation.

Thanos had him staked down, spread-eagled, in what seemed to be some sort of boiler room. Or at least it was hot enough to be one, and he doubted that even Thanos would construct such a place on his ship specifically for torture. Thanos was a lot of things, but he was not a sadist.

The same could not be said for his children. He learned their names: Proxima Midnight, Corvus Glaive, Ebony Maw, Cull Obsidian. He hated them all, though possibly Ebony Maw most of all, who clawed into his thoughts, dug out memories and twisted them into nightmares, dug out nightmares and twisted them into worse. He wasn’t sure what their purpose was, since Thanos no longer seemed to have any interest in him save prolonging his punishment. Perhaps to alleviate boredom.

He tried to think of escape. Again and again, though, he ran into the problem of resources: Whatever Thanos had done to take the Tesseract from him had broken something that was not repairing as it should. He had no weapons, no allies. No way out.

And it was very difficult to think of much when even alone he felt like a slow-roasting side of meat, drifting in and out of consciousness, pain the only source of clarity.

They did come to ask him questions eventually. What happened to the Reality Stone? Where is it? Interesting, Loki thought vaguely. So the Collector could apparently keep things hidden from even Thanos. He’d had some vague hope it was so, but it was nice to have confirmation.

I don’t know, he said. Find it yourselves, isn’t that what you’re supposed to be good at, afraid your Father might run out of patience-

They didn’t appreciate that. Proxima Midnight stabbed him through the thigh. And then seared the wound closed so he didn’t bleed to death. That didn’t stop the poison on the blade from roaring through his body for what felt like hours, freezing and burning in turns.

At least when they asked the questions it confirmed that they didn’t have everything they wanted yet. The universe might still be destroyed but it hadn’t been so far. Maybe between Thor and the rest of his friends some sort of defense could be mustered to stop him before it was too late.

It seemed doubtful he would be alive to see it. Even very skilled torturers could not keep a body from getting exhausted eventually, and from there it was only a slow, downhill slide to death.

Loki wondered how long it would take for him to get there. Probably a while. Even the burning was just enough to leave him in an endless cycle of blistering and healing, blistering and healing, always raw but never seared beyond that. Sweating, thirsty, dizzy, sick.

It was a thin line. Thanos’s servants likely had the benefit of practice.

How was Thor doing? Had Asgard reached Earth yet? What kind of welcome would they find there? Where would they settle?

Not your problem anymore.

Nothing is.

“Loki.”

He hadn’t heard his name for...a while. He’d lost track of how long it had been. They never used his name.

Someone tapped his face gently and he flinched. They stopped, saying again, more insistently, “Loki.”

“You’re not - really expecting an answer, are you?” He managed to say. The words slurred, a side-effect of his tongue swollen from perennial thirst.

“I need to know if it’s safe to move you.”

“Safe?” Loki made a strangled sound. “Nothing’s safe.”

A few beats of silence. Was this one of Ebony Maw’s manipulations? He was beginning to realize why the voice sounded familiar, and forced his eyes open. Thor was looking at him, eyebrows knitted together.

“You’re not here,” Loki informed him.

“If you want to throw something at me to prove that I am,” Thor said, with a strained attempt at humor. “Answer the question. Val’s distraction won’t last much longer.”

Val. Valkyrie? Thor, here. “You can’t be here,” Loki said. “Asgard needs...you need…”

“I don’t intend to be away long,” Thor said. “And Heimdall is an excellent leader. The people trust him.” His lips twitched slightly. “It was agreed that something should be done. For the savior of Asgard, you know.”

Loki blinked dazedly. Swallowing was hard. His eyes burned with moisture he didn’t have.

“Oh, fuck it,” Thor said, sounding positively Midgardian. Loki registered the grinding sound of metal snapping, the sudden release of tension. His muscles screamed and he gasped quietly, but then he was being gathered up, his head spinning, dropping limply onto Thor’s shoulder. Half healed burns flared up with agony, but this seemed real, at least so far, so he fought not to scream.

“I remember,” Thor said, his voice a vibration Loki could feel through his body as he began to move, a jogging motion that he couldn’t begrudge for all it hurt.

“What?” He mumbled, halfway between consciousness and oblivion.

“What you said,” Thor said. “You asked if I remembered what you said the day of my coronation.”

Yes. Loki did remember that, vaguely, a long while ago. He’d meant it to be a comfort, perhaps, when Thor realized what he’d done.

“Never doubt,” he mumbled.

“That’s it,” Thor said. “‘Never doubt that I love you.’ That’s what you said then.”

“I meant it,” Loki said. His body felt very heavy, and very far away. “I mean it.”

“Good,” Thor said. “So do I.”

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INTERESTING POINTS TO PONDER FROM INTERVIEWS 14

Interviews might not remain forever available or not be easy to find so I’ve decided to link them and transcribe the points I find of some interest so as to preserve them should the interview had to end up removed.

It’s not complete transcriptions, just the bits I think can be relevant but I wholeheartedly recommend reading the whole thing.

And of course I also comment all this because God forbid I’ll keep silent… :P

Title: Interview: Tom Hiddleston on Being an Eloquent Badass

Author: Jack Giroux

Published: May 2, 2011

BEST BITS FROM THE INTERVIEW

ABOUT THE PEOPLE WORKING ON “THOR”

Getting serious for a second: when you read a script for a film like Thor, is it difficult imagining certain ideas or getting that same sense of scope on the page?

Tom Hiddleston: Amazingly, the writers [Zack Stentz and Don Payne] and all of those guys had painted the picture so vividly. It was like someone describing the dreams I had as a child: the idea of traveling between space and time; that there were other planets; and an advance race living in a parallel universe. When I came onboard the visual effects team were so incredible. At the beginning of the shoot they were all on hand with laptops with sizzle reels of the type of things they were planning. We were so helped in refining and specifying our imaginations, in terms of what Asgard would look like and the Frost Giants and all those things. There were lots of brilliant people involved when it came to bringing Asgard to life.

Do you have to put a lot of trust into Kenneth Branagh, in terms of how he’ll make that world come to life?

Tom Hiddleston: Kenneth Branagh is so brilliant. You just jump in. He’s the captain of the ship and you have to abide by his rules. It’s about trust. Kenneth has such a love for the material and loves the Norse Gods. He seemed to have such an amazing handle on it. He was determined to make it relatable and human, not campy. He wanted to ground it in some intense human drama, and I think that kept us all quite level headed.

ABOUT LOKI

You mentioned at Comic-Con that you gave Branagh a lot of different ideas or tones to play with. What were those different tones and what would you say, ultimately, made it in the film?

Tom Hiddleston: Well, there were so many different sides to Loki that we thought we wanted to play with, in every scene. There’s a side to him that takes a relish in chaos. It’s, in a way, that Loki that doesn’t keep his cards close to his chest at all. He’s a little more revealing of his motivations. There’s another side to him where his cards are so close to his chest that they’re locked in a treasure chest that he’s thrown away the key to. There was another version that was a more emotionally volatile take. We hung these [takes] on great actors. The Peter O’Toole take would be the emotional volatility. The Jack Nicholson take would be our shorthand for relish. And the Clint Eastwood take would be having the cards close to his chest. [Laughs] We used those three actors as a shorthand.

A character like Loki could easily be a very mustache-twirling villain, but from what I’ve heard, there’s a great sense of sadness to him.

Tom Hiddleston: Kenneth and I both love complexity; I think what fascinates us both about acting is that there’s almost a psychological study involved. We’re quite interested in what makes different people do what they do and what makes them tick. We always wanted to make Loki a complicated and multilayered villain. We wanted him to be someone that kept you guessing whether or not he’s telling the truth or lying. We didn’t want to copy anyone else or be two-dimensional. That was really what we tried to do.

So he’s not someone that’s going to kill for the sake of killing?

Tom Hiddleston: No, no. Not at all. I think it all comes from a misguided intention to win the love and approval of his father. Loki is fiercely intelligent and has a chess master’s mind of someone who is capable of thinking six or seven steps ahead. What gives him his credentials as a bad guy is that all of his intelligence is rooted in a deep sadness and a sense of confusion as to what his place is in the family of Asgard. Odin is King and Thor is the eldest son who stands to inherit the throne, but what does that mean for Loki? What is his value? What does that make his place in the universe? He feels rejected, betrayed, lied to, and alone. When you add all that to the cocktail of his intelligence, you get someone pretty badass and dangerous.

Is that where Loki’s hatred for Thor comes from? The fact that he’s the thinker, while Thor is someone that only thinks with his fists?

Tom Hiddleston: Absolutely. Loki is the artist and Thor is the quarterback, which was something [producer] Craig Kyle said. If Thor and Loki were on their way back from the pub and someone started a fight, Loki would be trying to think of the best way to avoid fighting and Thor would probably start the fight. There’s a bit of an infuriation at the center of Loki; he is so frustrated by that instinct in Thor. Loki needs him as physical protection, but he resents the fact he’s so hot-tempered, arrogant, and quick to throw a punch.

MY TWO CENTS

I love how we’re told that “Thor” was so well planned in each term possible, from the visual to the script. You get the idea there’s a lot of work behind it.

I also love how Tom Hiddleston studied his character and can talk about him and how he works. Loki is exactly as complicate and multilayered as he says and it’s great how all this was studied to get to this effect.

I also love how he remarks he’s not killing for the sake of killing but because he thinks this will win his father’s love and approval. Odin really did a terrible job as a parent as both his sons think he wants them to be slaughterers of worlds. I also love how he remarks Loki was meant to be a chessmaster who’s ahead people in planning or how he remarks most of Loki’s problems steems from how he feels rejected, betrayed and alone, without a place in the universe.

Tom Hiddleston says something interesting as well, that Loki needs Thor as ‘physical protection’. It seems a bit weird as Loki seems pretty strong himself.

In another interview though Jaimie Alexander (Sif) will say Loki isn’t as strong as her. Maybe the idea is that Thor is just much stronger and, normally, Asgard is up to fight much stronger enemies than the ones we see, and much bigger in number.

Loki is a planner so with his schemes he can accomplish defeating enemies stronger than him, but maybe, originally, in a direct confrontation he would be at disadvantage, which fits with how Thor is depicted as the strongest when they’re on Jotunheim. In this sense, if the idea was he was usually sent to battle with tons of enemies all stronger than him, having Thor in his team could have been a good thing. This would mean also Thor held back when they fought one against the other, so that we got the idea they instead were more or less matched. Still the whole thing isn’t really developed in the movie so it’s hard to say.

Tom Hiddleston discusses a bit in the interview about how Thor and Loki fight one against each other but I didn’t even reported the scene because it says nothing of interest in this topic so the whole thing is up for speculation.

#thor #loki #loki odinson #thor odinson #tom hiddleston #kenneth branagh #don payne #zack stentz #odin borson #craig kyle #mcu thor #9 worlds interview study

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CONUNDRUM

pairing: Ivar/Aud genre: Angst/Romance/Family warnings: Possible major character death, depression, drugs abuse, toxic behavior, parenthood, single motherhood, self-loading, anger issues, disabilities, physical and emotional pain. Words: Prologue- 2660

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13365384/chapters/30605166

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He's a spiteful and vengeful man, an outcast, alone in the labyrinth of his anger and remorse. She's a single mother of a special needs child trying to navigate the brutality of her daily reality, a daydreamer lost in a crowded room, unable to express her true desires not even to herself. He's a savage spirit, She's a kind soul. He's has nothing to lose, and she has nothing to gain.

A conundrum indeed.

***

Prologue:

S I L L A G E

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On the day Ragnar returned to me I told him of my vision.

That I was afraid to lay with him, for I had had a dream, and I had seen if we made love on the next three nights I would bear him a monster. I do not know what made me said the things I said to him that day, I spoke them, but it seems now as if our fate was already sealed.

Of course, Ragnar -being Ragnar- chuckled softly, smirked deviously, and teased me to no end about my old hag superstitions, dismissing each and every one of my words. You see? That’s the thing about my husband, he never listens to my advise, and he doesn’t believe in my “gift”.

But right then, neither did I. At least, I didn’t want to. In his embrace, all the fears in my mind and all the sorrows in my heart were banished to oblivion, and as his arms surrounded mine, I found peace again.

My happiness wasn’t meant to last for long anyway.

I sensed this pregnancy was different from the moment it began, but Ragnar reassured me -I was overreacting, the child was fine -he told me- and I just felt anguished and strange because he was sure we where expecting a girl this time around, and surely a daughter took more energy from her mother in order to become strong. He has been hoping for a baby girl for a long time now, for even if he never talked about her anymore, I knew he missed his first daughter terribly, and he seemed so happy and joyful with the prospect of it, I did not dare to contradict him.

You can imagine his disappointment when the doctor told us waving at the black and white screen it was, without a hint of doubt, a boy. “A big, strong, healthy boy, just like his brothers” he promised looking straightly into my face.

But then again, what do the doctors know?

First came the pain… so much pain, and then the unnatural stillness… My baby was so calm back then… but nonetheless I dreaded every doctor appointment, and every time, when they told me all was just fine I plagued them with questions and concerns, I insisted Ragnar endlessly into doing all the tests possibly known. So, when finally the diagnosis was made I’m not sure why it was so much of a shock to me.

Osteogenesis Imperfecta.

Brittle bones disease.

We were absolutely devastated. The new scans showed several fractures in his legs, both of his femurs were crashed, and that was just a small glimpse of all the suffering to come… As we could not determinate the extent of his injuries, and the level of his condition, the specialist sat us down and told us to prepare ourselves for a fatal end before birth, or, being strongly optimistic, on the firsts months of his short and difficult life. From the moment of his arrival to this world our baby would endure incredible pain, and quite possibly, would never be able to walk at all. And if, by some miracle, he survived into adulthood, Terms like “probable dwarfism”, “acquired deafness” and “abnormal development” would be part of our vocabulary on a daily basis.

At this point, he advised us to seriously consider terminating the pregnancy.

It was out of the question for me. I wish I could say the same for Ragnar.

We argued day and night, we cried, we fought, we said hurtful and cruel things to each other, he told me our son would die anyway, “what is the point in pretending otherwise?” and if he survived, he told me, it would be much worse, for he would be weak and deformed, a cripple, and everyone would stare and be cruel to him. “What kind of a life could he live?” he asked me with tears on those beloved blue eyes.

I understood then, my husband was already grieving. And I hated him for it, I hated him with a passion I never knew I had within me. Because even if what he said was true, I didn’t care. That baby was already my son and I loved him just the same.

I wanted him.

I know, what a selfish bitch I am, am I not? Believe me, I’ve been told worse.

Even to Siggy, my dearest and oldest friend among those who I call family now, I couldn’t bear to listen. She told me it would be a mercy to him, but by then I would have rather died than take her advise. I felt my little boy growing inside me. He was alive, and I knew he would be a fighter, a warrior.

I have never been as fierce as my father nor yet as brave as my mother, but I stood firm on my determination, and at the end, I won. At least I felt that way at the moment.

I knew my husband resented me for taking away his choice on the matter, but I was sure, with time, his heart would warm and he could find the love to understand me and even be grateful for my stubbornness.

He did not.

Our son arrived almost one month early in this brutal and vicious world, premature and small, I knew he would need to spend months developing in the safer environment of an incubator, but I craved for a little touch, so the nurse placed the frail creature on my arms as she instructed us to “handle him with care”. That sentence would hang above our heads as a Damocles sword for the rest of our life.

I neared him to my breast and he opened his eyes, those big and bewitching eyes, and there was so much blue in them even the white surrounding his irises seemed completely cobalt-stained; and yet, they were so similar to Ragnar’s I could swear it was my husband giving me a playful grin just before starting sucking with a demanding need. I took a great comfort in that resemblance, and I wanted to show it to Ragnar, a little -yet precious- renewed joy in my heart.

I handed him the baby, and in doing so the blankets covering his little body felt down revealing a couple of thin and twisted legs. Ragnar’s eyes flew open in surprise, a repressed grimace of pity and disgust showing through his handsome face, he tried to disguise it quickly kissing our baby’s head, caressing and folding him again. But as soon as his hands placed a little too much pressure on him a horrendous and heavy “CRACK” resounded through the room.

The sound of your baby bones smashing to dust hooks to your brain as a spreading stain of oil. From that moment onwards, our lives became a living hell, I could only listen our little boy screaming in pain and fury as they took him immediately to the first of many surgeries to come. I was powerless, nothing I could do would spear him now. And it was my fault entirely.

“After all, your prophecy was right ” Those were Ragnar’s only words to me on the day our son was born, and then he left the room with tears in his blaming eyes.

I had never felt more alone.

“His name is Ivar”- I whispered into the void.

From the diaries of Aslaug Völsunga Lothbrok,

September 1985, Stavanger.

***

He runs into the mists without fear, after all, the mists are just the passage to her, and so, he knows he doesn’t need to be afraid. The Ravens will guide him like they always do. Without hesitation or pain. Without sorrow.

Without shame.

He runs fast and agile as sweat rolls down his skin in thick, salty beads. His strong long legs pushing him far away from everything, he doesn't care about his soared muscles, he pushes harder, always harder, the wild wind blowing against his face, his bare feet feeling the warm sand escaping through his fingers, his heart throbbing inside his chest at full speed. He does not mind. Not a little bit. He is free.

Ivar runs as he always does, in his dreams.

And then, as he always does, he wakes up.

A raspy and wet tongue licking his ear is not like he had imagined it will happen though.

The persistent sound of his alarm punching his sore head as a hammer reminds him is time to start his morning routine…. Gods, He’s getting older, he cannot hold his scotch like he used to. As he silences the fucking iPhone he pats the Great Dean head with parsimony.

“Ok ok! ok, old boy, come here” he throws the stuffed pillows and the sheets away to make space for Odin to jump in. He knows the old man does not allow it usually, but who cares? As he’s in the cabin visiting he will do as he pleases.

He searches inside the drawer of the bedside table until he found what he’s looking for. He opens the small travel pillbox as he evaluates for a second his pain levels on this cloudy morning. The ache in his knees worsened with all this humidity.

What a great-fuckingtastic day to be in the middle of this nothingness of mountains and lakes.

He grabs a couple of extra ibuprofens and his normal dose of painkillers and he swallows them in one gulp with the golden liquid that still remains in the glass. He’s sure he’s not supposed to mix, but frankly, he does not give a shit.

While trying to relax waiting for the medication to kick in he grabs the lighter and lazily lits a cigarette. His bare chest expanding as he breaths the familiar and shooting scent. Odin looks at him reprobatory with his big yellow eyes. Ivar chuckles and turns his head slightly to the left, mimicking the dog position.

“Now even you judge me?” The dog just raises his brows as if trying to prove he’s not impressed.

What a great day indeed.

His sight stops abruptly upon seeing where Odin’s tongue is leaving a trace of slobber on the mattress, his last night reading scattered dangerously close to the dog warm body. He quickly takes the thin black covered books away and he caresses them briefly to his heart, that has stopped abruptly for one second as he has faced the very idea of losing those diaries.

His mother diaries.

He has read them a thousand times… and yet… yet, every time, every fucking time he reads those firsts pages, an iron fist punch him hard in the stomach. She started writing a mere week after he was born… how hollow and painful was her life in those days to throw herself with such a passion into the white pages of a notebook?

He’s not prone to self-pity. There’s nothing to win from it anyway, but today he cannot hold a pressuring though from his aching mind.

That he brought her nothing but despair.

And yet, she loved him. She truly did.

And he misses her. He truly does.

He wonders if she’s resting in peace, knowing she is finally avenged.

Most probably not.

She’s either completely gone and therefore not present to have an opinion or worst, she’s sad and disappointed at what remains of her family.

He lets out the last puff of sweet smoke as he ends his cigarette.

Enough. It is enough.

With a couple of smooth moves, he pushes himself into a straight position, and then transfer into the sleek black wheelchair by grabbing on to the side of it and shifting his body over using the strength of his arms. The muscles in his upper body the exact opposite of his lower half.

As he goes on with what is needed to be done in the bathroom the soft in-crescendo beats of Apocalyptica’s cello fills the air with the last pieces of his new album. Music always soothes him, and half an hour later Ivar emerges from the scalding shower and quickly transfers again into the bed after grabbing his clothes for the day. Odin seems to be missing, and he guesses by now the giant dog will have let himself run free through the mount and fields that surround the cabin. He’s not particularly worried, after all, the back door is never locked for that same reason. The animal does as he likes for some hours every morning and sometimes even at night, but he always comes back.

As every one of them, he’s a wild soul trapped within a small mundane cage.

He carelessly – as carelessly as this process allows anyway- dresses into an all-black outfit. He feels like it fits the day mood and besides- being lost in the middle of nowhere is no reason to be tatty.

After giving it a quick thought he decides to risk it with the braces for the day. The old man doesn’t seem to be awake yet and he can use some good breakfast for once. And as Ivar have experienced recently his old shabby kitchen is not too wheels-friendly. So, KAFO and crutches for the day it seems.

***

The sun is already high in the grey sky when Floki finally makes an appearance into the kitchen guided by the delicious smell of crackling bacon and sizzling eggs.

“Happy Bi-“ He has no time to finish as his godson interrupts him quite rudely.

“Don’t mention it” He barks, heavy annoyance sounding like a threat in the suddenly tense atmosphere.

For once the older one seems taken aback by the vivid anger that comes off the bitter young man in front of him. He’s used to Ivar’s outburst – even when with time he has mastered theme and is less prone to lose his temple in front of others- but is on rare occasions when he finds himself the target of that overflowing fury.

He has no time to elaborate an answer as Ivar shrugs and drops his face into the palm of his hands. His crutches resting on the kitchen island as he leans into a high stool for stability.

“Sorry, really bad morning” The voice comes muffled through his fingers as Ivar slides his hands with a nervous gesture that he tries to conceal by adjusting the strands of hair behind his ears. The young man tries to smile dismissively. “Can we pretend is just another stupid cold day in this stupid cold place?”

The older one nods silently, there’s no more explanation needed. He takes a glimpse for a brief second of the three smiling faces frozen forever on the small wooden frame on the shelve. His sweet Helga, his little Borda, and his own young reflexion smiling freely for the camera as they play in the snow.

Some days are harder than others. And that he understood quite well.

The realization struck him like a thunder then, and suddenly he is painfully aware that today is not only a birthday for his godson.

Today marks a dividing line on Ivar's life.

Today he becomes 33 years old, and therefore, from this day onwards, he will have lived more than half of his days without parents in this world.

“Come on, move your lazy ass to the table and let’s enjoy whatever you’ve managed to left unburned by now” He says as he grabs the plates and starts crossing the room to the small circular kitchen table. After a few seconds, he hears a soft sight and the familiar sound of his accurate and slow movement as the metal bars of his braces scratches the wooden floor.

The boy will be alright. Floki will make sure of it.

He will have a family again, and he will be ready when the time comes.

And then the old and lonely Floki will be allowed to rest in peace, he will go back to his family knowing he has fulfilled his promises.

And finally, all will be alright.

#ivar's heathen army #ivar vikings #ivar the boneless #vikings #vikings fanfic #history vikings #alex hogh andersen #aud the deep minded #modern setting #alternate universe #disability #drugs abbuse #toxic behavior #lots of angst

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Country Entertainment

TITLE: Country Entertainment

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 1 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki wooing you at an amusement part in the game area

RATING: Teen …? I think..?

NOTES/WARNINGS: Maybe bad flirting? I am trying to make it fluffy

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

*FINALLY..Read the warnings. Once you agree you can handle it...

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Loki felt the gentle hand of his mother on his shoulder.

Frigga smiled once Loki took his eyes off of the huge pig.

"Let's go see the events in the arena."

Loki nodded as the auctioneer started taking bids. Odin threw his hand up for the bid.

A few steps away and Thor caught up with Loki and Frigga.

Thor gently hugged Frigga, "my friends are here. We were going to enjoy rides and play the games."

Frigga gave Thor a knowing look before speaking, "have fun and make sure you eat something." Frigga pointed a finger at Thor, "make sure your FRIENDS eat too."

Thor smiled sheepishly. "Yes mother. Enjoy the show, it is barrel racing now right?"

"It is. Now behave."

Frigga took Loki's elbow and guided him to the entrance after Thor assured her the things she demanded would be honored. Frigga and Loki watched the riders but Frigga quickly had a favorite.

Frigga tapped Loki's arm as she exclaimed. "Look at her! Wow!"

Loki smiled at his mother's enthusiasm

"She has excellent position on her horse, you can tell how much she trained! She has to be first place!"

Loki looked at the score and the girl was .63 seconds away from the winner.

"That's a load of shit. She was the best!"

Loki's eyes widened, "mother."

"Sorry dear. Well. I better get back to your father. You go have fun."

Loki nodded and went in search for Hela or Thor.

Seeing Hela at a ring toss game he went over.

Hela was talking to the worker and the woman smiled, making Hela turn. Hela went back to talking to the worker. Loki didn't feel too wanted but sometimes Hela is better company than Thor at fairs. Thor and his friends always tried to hook up with whoever they could. Their flirting was absolutely terrible.

Hela shook the woman's hand, "bet you another 50 dollars."

"You're on!"

Hela turned to Loki, "dad get anything good to eat?"

Loki shrugged, "mother and I watched barrel racing."

Loki watched the women exchange looks.

Hela gave the woman money and a bucket of rings were placed in front of Loki. He rose an eyebrow and was about to ask a question.

"You are gonna need to practice. Get all of those knives for me."

The woman working the stand put the 5th knife on a pile. "He is really good."

Hela's smile was heard in her voice as Loki got another knife. "You are gonna owe me that 50 dollars!"

The woman huffed when Loki pointed to another knife with a ring around it.

"The freaking bucket cost 20 dollars, and he is gonna take all the knives!"

Hela smirked. "Maybe you should have bet lower."

"I didn't know your brother is really good at throwing stuff!"

Movement caught Loki's attention when someone moved fast to jump over the stand.

The girl wrapped her arms around the worker. "Hey big sis!"

The worker wrapped an arm around the girl then stated, "Maggi. Fix your hair."

Maggie gave her sister a cocky smile. "I did. You know its because of the spoiled princess"

Hela laughed, "Comeon Sam, your sister is a sass master."

Maggie's sister, Sam groaned. "Fuck off."

Maggie smiled, "life would be so dull without me."

Loki smiled and went back to playing the game… that he might have briefly forgotten.

Sam asked nudging her, "What place babyswiss?"

She gestured towards the bow around her neck, "Second. .63 seconds."

Loki got another knife added to the pile.

Loki glanced at the girl and the clothes were the same as Frigga's favorite rider.

Hella held out a hand to the woman who slaps $50 in her hand.

The sister explained to Maggie's questionable face. "Hella said you would be under a minute."

Maggie drawled, "How nice to believe in me…"

The sister defended herself as she set a new knife in Loki's pile, "Listen we knew you would lose because that spoiled bitch would get rid of the horse."

Maggie shrugged her shoulders, "Now if someone beat her time before I had to go..."

Sam talked again. "You'd be able to buy a new vehicle with your winnings."

Another knife added to Loki's collection.

Sam grumbled, "And buy my new supply of knives."

Hela laughed.

Maggie exclaimed, "my jeep runs great. Just got a few things that need upgraded. I dont need something fast."

A squeaky voice made Loki want to cringe.

"My truck would beat your shit jeep anyday. I would beat you at anything anyway."

A few laughs were heard but Loki kept his eyes on the game.

Maggie leaned on the counter with a smile, "How about we ride something between our legs Princess?"

The supposed princess laughed. "Right and what do you have in mind?"

Maggie winked, "Your boyfriend seems ready."

Hela turned, both her and Sam laughed.

Maggie laughed as well, "just kidding but I'm not kidding when I say you guys need to work on blood circulation above the shoulders. You might not use your brain often but it's kinda important.."

Loki sees the Maggie smirk and the princess one looks confused until she looks at her boyfriend's crotch.

A few laughed at the huff from the girl.

Maggie continued with a dramatic eye roll, "I mean something with intelligence. A HORSE."

The cringeworthy voice held a cocky tone. "I won first place, what makes you think you can win?"

Maggie shrugged standing up tall. "You said any condition anyway you could beat me. I want to get another shot at proving you wrong."

The girl laughed briefly. "Whatever. Cover that huge forehead of yours... is an hour too short of time to be presentable?"

Maggie was running her fingers through her tangled hair. "Can I borrow a brush? No? Okay, I figured you always have your entire beauty necessities with you." Maggie was working on forcing a knot to come undone. "Don't wait up for me, I'm sure you are going to need the whole time actually learning how to gear your horse."

The other girl walked away with an eye roll and dramatic stomp.

Hella laughed. "Well. I'm looking forward to this."

Sam cheered, "record it!"

Maggie leaned her hip against the counter, "yeah let me know her reaction when I don't show up." She winced as she undid the knot in her hair by pulling it.

Loki got another new knife set down in his pile.

Hela patted Loki's shoulder. "Just a couple more Loki. Good job."

Maggie exclaimed, "Is he getting all the knives?!"

Hela smiled, "yep. I got 50 dollars saying, my brother, Loki, is going to get me one of every knife. With only one bucket of rings."

Maggie's smile faltered a bit when Loki looked right at her.

He shrugged. "My sister likes knives."

Sam huffed in annoyance, "and he is really good at this game."

Loki seen familiar blonde hair and went back to tossing the rings.

Fandral leaned onto the counter making Maggie eye him oddly.

Fandral winked. "You are a beautiful woman and I would love to see where those tan lines end.."

Maggie's face fell to a stoic expression. "Maybe they don't."

Hela rolled her eyes and Sam glared at Fandral.

Fandral continued not getting that he was unwanted. "I would love to take you on the Farris wheel. See the fair's lights and how the moonlight makes your eyes shine."

Maggie rolled her eyes. "I don't like heights."

"I could hold you and keep you safe in my arms."

"Strong arms are not going to help anyone from a fall like that."

"Ah yes. A graceful angel Falling hard for a man like me. It must have hurt."

"Actually to get here, I clawed my way up."

Fandral laughed, "all the better."

"Maybe you could kiss my hand better after sporting a black eye for the next victim of poor flirtation." Maggie gave Fandral a sweet smile.

"Surely a woman like you can be wooed."

"Get a ring around the blade of my favorite knife. You get as many chances as one bucket can hold."

Fandral sees Loki's pile of knives, "well then do me a favor my REALLY good friend and help me."

Maggie crossed her arms and leaned back against the stand "If he does it, he gets the date. You are on your own."

Loki looked in his bucket and had 14 rings left and had 5 more knives to get.

Hela patted Loki's shoulder. "Get her FAVORITE knife. You need a date."

Loki rolled his eyes. "I didn't know there was more to this game than winning knives." Loki threw a ring and got it around a butterfly knife.

Hela took it from the pile and started doing tricks with it.

Marigold got a knife out of her back pocket and was talking with Hela about tricks.

Loki had 2 more knives to get but only 5 rings.

Fandral was only able to get 3 knives in his haste and earned the laughs of Thor.

Sif offers Fandral a fry and says, "Pitty offering"

Fandral takes it and bites it with a high head as they all walk away.

Maggie groaned. "Yep totally not my type."

She looks down at her hand and back up at him.

The sister laughed. "Well then… she's speechless for once."

Maggie was quickly back to her social ways. "Shut up Sam."

Hella smirks and pats Loki on the back-"Looks like you have to go on a date with my little brother."

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Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 35 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths. RATING: Mature NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

Tags - @skulliebythesea @asimovethroughthisworld @blackcherry26-blog @we-shadowhunter2901

“Very well, but only for a moment, I need to speak with Loki before he goes too.” Ella indicated to a small side room. “Did she even give you something?”

“Focus Thor, time is of the essence.”

* Ella watched as Loki readied in his rooms, the etched skin of his back catching her attention as he did.

Loki, sensing he was no longer alone, turned to see her behind him. “That letter needed a lot of explaining.”

“The reason I said that you were to stay in the hall…” Loki began.

Loki looked around for a moment.

“I soundproofed this room, I told you that already.”

Loki inhaled. “I need you to ensure my father’s death is painless.” Ella’s eyes widened. “You’re not stupid, you know what will happen if an enemy were to get to him.”

Loki studied her. “You’re apprehensive.” “I worry as to how you will take what I wish to say.”

“While I do not doubt that, know that I expect you to survive this. If all comes falling down, flee.”

“Why, is there a place you think to meet me?”

“Nowhere.” “That is an actual place.”

"Good, you have so much yet to achieve. Jotunheim needs you as its king. You will be the one to bring it into its prosperous future."

Loki smiled at the confidence she had in his part in his realm. "Ella?" She gave him her full attention. "Is it wrong to admit I am fearful?"

"I will endeavour to do so." He gave a small smile. "If only to irk you further."

"How…?"

"Yes."

"I will relay the message," He promised. "Don't let any disrespect you in my absence."

Ella scoffed. "They will soon learn not to if they try." She gave a small smile. "Loki…"

The sharp knock on the door brought them out of their conversation and back into the harsh reality of what was occurring. A moment later, Arden entered. "I fear it is time to depart."

"I just wish for you to be safe."

"I know but I will fret regardless." Sadly Ella walked beside Loki as they left the room.

“Father, we will be fine, go back to your rooms and rest,” Loki suggested.

“No, I…”

“Ella,” Thor gave his sister a slight nod after calling her.

Smiling slightly, she used her seidr to create a chair of an adequate size for Laufey. “My King, please.”

Satisfied, Laufey nodded and place himself as best he could in the chair to see off his sons. “Better.” He sighed.

“Just rest, Father. We will be home in very little time.” Helbindi promised, though there was a slight fear in his eyes.

“Yes.” Laufey nodded solemnly.

“Heimdall,” Thor bellowed out, startling many around him. “Five minutes.”

She walked over to Thor and leant up slightly and did the same. “Don’t be too stupid.”

“You always say that.” “And you always come back, so I am not changing it now.”

Laughing slightly she walked over and he bent down enough for her to give him one as well.

With that done, the men went towards where Heimdall would transport them. As soon as they left the hallway, Ella used her seidr to move herself and Laufey to a balcony overlooking them.

“That is a very useful ability,” Laufey commented.

“I thankfully use it more for convenience than anything but it can come in handy in many ways.”

“Has my son made you promise to dispose of me if this all fails?” Ella looked at him solemnly. “Good, it saves time to have it arranged in advance.” There was genuine relief in his voice.

“It will not come to that.” “I hope not, for all of us.”

#loki #other #submission #Submitted fic #chapter 35 #wolfpawn #Pride and Prejudice

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margarethelstone · 7 years

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It’s way too early for that

So, here’s another Hiccstrid story I’ve managed to create. Rather sweet and teasing, canon based.

I’d like to dedicate this story to @wilderwestqueen, as a little thank-you for her sharing her incredible talent with us :)

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She was roused by the sun and the screeching of Terrible Terrors singing from the rooftop.

The female Viking extended her arms behind her head, stretching leisurely, exactly like she would do on any other day. She rubbed her sleepy eyes; although there was nothing she wanted less than to leave the comfortable bed, which itself seemed to be persuading her to stay in for a little bit longer, she knew she couldn't succumb to those imaginary whispers.

No matter how much she desired to avoid the meeting she’d promised to conduct, she wasn’t going to let her laziness win over her natural sense of duty. Astrid Hofferson would not be late.

Astrid Haddock wouldn’t either.

She turned her head, expecting to see her sleeping husband, peacefully breathing through his parted lips. To her surprise, it appeared the man wasn't there at all. She frowned, dissatisfied. Hiccup never got up first.

Only then did she noticed the soft pressure put on her own belly. She raised her eyebrows and smiled piteously as her mind had been lightened by a few potential explanations of that state. As gently as she could, she lifted the edge of the blanket that was covering her and she peeked under it.

Of course, her intuition was right; arrayed in the most unnatural position, the young Chief of Berk was lying by her side, with his head rested exactly at the level of her stomach. Initially, she was sure he was asleep – it wouldn’t be the first time when, after the night spent on tossing in his sheets under the influence of the old nightmares, Hiccup would find solace in her presence, embracing her petite silhouette, and snuggling onto it. Besides, the way in which he was lying made it impossible to see his face, only showing the thick locks on the back of his head; and those weren’t easy to spot either, as their covering was still separating him from the daylight.

Astrid understood her mistake almost immediately. As soon as she raised the blanket, her husband’s steady breathing stopped, expectantly. It returned to its normal pace right away, sounding exactly the same as before – but the blonde woman knew, that it was nothing more than a window dressing. Her smile widened, and her eyebrows went even higher.

“What on Thor’s name are you doing?”

She was responded by silence, slightly disturbed by the regular inhaling of the accompanying Viking. She rolled her eyes, and very slowly, she slipped her fingers in his hair.

“I’m sorry, Babe, but you’re a terrible liar.” She threw in, jokingly, playing with the tangled strands. “Stop playing dumb and answer my question.”

He mumbled something under his breath, making sure Astrid wouldn’t understand the meaning. She snorted.

“Alright, this is it. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, your wife demands your attention, and she orders you to turn that oversized head of yours towards her. Now.”

The Chief groaned miserably, but he obeyed. Leaning on his elbows, he managed to turn his face in her direction – and to lay it on her waist again.

“Hiccup, that’s not what I meant.”

“Shhh.” He interrupted. “I’m listening.”

“You’re what…?” Astrid pulled the blanket a few inches higher, staring at the man in disbelief.

“Listening. Stop talking, you’re distracting me.”

“I'm distracting...” she stammered incrediously. “Now you’ve got to be kidding me. What can you be listening to down there?”

“Quiet. I felt a kick, I’m waiting for another one.”

Astrid’s astonishment reached the top after she’d realised what her beloved was actually doing. She blinked repeatedly, not knowing how to respond – only to burst into loud, sonorous laugh in the very next moment. The cloak which she had loosed, heavily fell down on her husband’s face.

“You mutton head, it’s way too early for that.” She remarked, unable to hold the giggling. “You must’ve been dreaming.”

“I know what I felt.” The offended answer came from below the thick material, effectively muffled by it.

“Or you felt what you wanted to feel. Instead of being stubborn again, you’d better get out from below that blanket and lie in a normal position. I know it may be shocking, but I’d prefer to have you next to me.”

Hiccup relaxed notably, undoubtedly content of her declaration. Astrid felt a gentle kiss pressed against her waist. She shook her head, amused.

“But I am next to you. To both of you.”

His voice was a lot softer now; there was a kind of languor in it, the feature that had appeared in his tone more and more often recently, independently from the news she’d shared with him just a day earlier. The warrior couldn’t deny that she liked being addressed in this manner – and she certainly wouldn’t say that his words had made no impression on her. However, as much as she loved his dorky-romantic answers, she wasn’t at all intending to undergo their charm.

Without much thinking, she grabbed the blanket’s edge once more and threw it off with a sudden move. Hiccup’s reaction was exactly what she hoped it to be.

“Arghh!” The Chief exclaimed, thrusting his face into her shirt. “Why is it always violence with you?”

“Nothing else seems to work.”

“But it’s cold! And the sun is blinding me!”

“Oh, you poor little thing.” She teased and sighed. “Do we really have to go through the same scenario every single morning?”

“All would be well, if you didn’t get up so awfully early.”

“All would be well, if you didn’t go to sleep so awfully late. Stop the sulking and come here. I want to see you properly at last.”

Hiccup murmured and reluctantly, he got up to his knees. In the same way as his wife had done before, he rubbed his closed eyes and then raised his eyelids, immediately fixing his gaze on the woman lying by his side. He smiled weakly.

Astrid gave him a dreadfully sceptical glare.

“Have you slept at all tonight?” She asked, carefully examining the bags under his eyes.

“Thank you, my love, you’re looking great, too.” Answered the Viking, laughing. “I didn’t get a wink. Did you really think I would?”

And, ignoring another of the girl’s snorts, he shifted towards the bedhead; then, he plunged on his back, as near to Astrid, as possible. He reached out his arm, inviting her to move even closer. She picked up his offer without hesitation, resting her cheek on his chest and covering them with the blanket she’d pulled away a moment earlier. Finally, everything was just how it should always be.

“I definitely prefer sharing the bed with you in this way.” She murmured, quietly.

“Does it really make a difference?”

“Let’s just say I got used to the thought that our heads are more or less at the same level.”

“Well, that would be a great argument, unless I weren’t taller than you.”

“I said more or less.”

“Still, that’s not very convincing.”

“Tough luck.”

“Oh, and by the way, my head isn’t oversized, thank you very much.”

“Your hair is, so it works out the same.”

“Ha, ha. Still doing that one?” Using his free arm, he tickled her mildly, joyfully noticing that his wife’s reaction for the gesture was as intense, as every other time. She found his hand at once and squeezed her thin, yet strong fingers on it. She frowned.

“Stop it. You know how I hate that.” She opposed, and wriggled her neck in a way that allowed her to look at him. “You really haven’t slept? Not even for a while?”

“No. But what is one night compared to everything we’ve been doing so far? It wasn’t the first, and certainly won’t be the last one. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I thought you were happy.”

“For Odin’s sake, Astrid, of course I’m happy. But have you ever heard that people have problems sleeping, because they’re too excited for something? Because they’re too happy to fall asleep? I spent the whole night imagining things, not able to focus on anything that wouldn’t be connected to you… to us. All of us. It’s impossible to just doze off in a situation like this. Plus-” He chuckled nervously. “I won’t lie, no matter how I love that ‘parenting idea’, I’m pretty much terrified.”

“You too?” Astrid smiled feebly.

“Absolutely. I guess I’ll need the help of all the known and unknown gods out there if don’t want to fail completely. But, for now… I’d rather focus on the more pleasant part.” He bent his head and kissed her hair. “The truth is, it has only been a night and I’m already unable to imagine our life changed to what it was before.”

“I’m glad you think so. And... it’s good to know I’m not the only one who’s afraid.”

Not giving Hiccup a chance to respond, she tightened her grasp on him, burying her forehead in his neck. She groaned when she remembered their talk would have to end – and how soon it would be.

“I don’t want to go there.” She mumbled wearily. “I don’t want that meeting. I’m good where I am.”

“Hey, did I just hear Astrid Hofferson trying to shirk from her duties?”

“You heard Astrid Haddock putting a morning with you above the endless skirmishes with the Council, who will – as always – find hundreds of reasons to decline my ideas, never mind how good they are. But you’re right, I shouldn’t be doing that. Thanks for reminding me of my priorities.”

As she had said that, she got up and smoothly turned to the edge of the massive furniture, ready to leave it at the same moment. Having this done, though, she felt the strong arms enfolding her from behind, making it impossible to follow her plan. Leaning backwards, she met resistance in the shape of Hiccup’s torso.

“It doesn’t mean you’re supposed to jump off the bed like that.” The man stated firmly. “It’s still terribly early, the sun has just risen.”

“Exactly. That means I have no more than half an hour left before everyone shows up in the Hall. I’m rather short of time, if you think about it.”

“Are you kidding me? Who would be meeting the Council at such an hour?”

“Let me guess… I would?” She turned her head and pecked him on the cheek. “That’s what I usually do.”

“You’re insane. It’s like assassinating your own common sense.”

“Well, it’s all your fault. I simply assumed you’d be sleeping at this time and I’d be free to sneak out, noticed by no one. Seriously, it’s impossible to get up when we’re both awake.”

“I wonder why.” He whispered right in her ear, just to kiss it at a following moment, not loosening his embrace a bit. He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck. Astrid winced, feeling the itchiness on the delicate skin, but she didn’t protest. However, as soon as Hiccup’s mouth touched her chin, clearly aiming for her own lips, she moved away gently.

“I really must go. I can’t hope the Council will excuse my lateness if I give them such a poor explanation.”

“I’m sure they’ll be understanding. I’ll order them to be.”

“It doesn’t work like this.” She sighed, leaning on him. Hiccup’s hands found their way to her waist again. She covered them with her own immediately, resting her fingers of his rough skin. “Oh, not again. The ‘dad mode’ needs to wait.”

“As if I could turn it off. I’m sorry, M’lady, it means too much for me to put it aside just like that.”

The warrior rolled her eyes.

“Aha. Here we go.”

“What do you mean?”

“You care. Before I know it, you’ll make me promise that I won't lift, train or even fly Stormfly. Now for your information, I have my own mind, and that’s why I’m going to ignore all of your bans. Just so you know.”

Hiccup frowned, not fully understanding the girl’s accusation. He shook his head in negative and, most seriously, he answered. “I would never dare to do so. I mean, I will obviously worry about you, just as I have until now – the only difference being that I’ll worry about two people instead of one. But I can’t imagine imposing any kind of bans on you, mostly because you wouldn’t follow my orders anyway.” He added more casually. He remained silent for a while, giving her time to interpret the news, simultaneously resting his head on her shoulder. “I just don’t want you to run away already.”

She seemed surprised by his little speech. She’d been ready for a fight, a dispute, ready to defend her statement; convinced, that she’d be forced to take part in a serious discussion, she’d had more than one argument prepared on her side. Yet, she was met by the trustful understanding. Again, she dipped her hand in the Viking’s dark, thick hair, smiling a lot softer that she’d used to do.

“I… Thank you, Hiccup. But, either way, I need to go. And you must let me do it.”

“And there’s no chance you’d change your mind?”

“Look, we still have a village to look after. Please allow me to remind you who’s the Chief on this island – and who’s their General. This is our job, Babe.”

“I am no Chief. And you are no General,” he protested. “Not as long as we’re both in bed.”

Astrid’s eyes flickered when the solution of their problem crossed her mind. Since Hiccup’s clasp had loosed significantly, she slipped out of his embrace and jumped onto the floor, not bothering to give him the slightest warning. The thick woollen covering was hauled after her.

She laughed, seeing the dumbfounded stare of the young Leader, who was gazing at her with puzzlement. Her success was total.

“General Hofferson, ready to get the job done!” She called out pluckily, as proud of herself as she could ever be. “Gods bless the Island!”

Hiccup was capable of doing nothing but sending her a disbelieving glare, while Astrid kept smiling, waiting patiently for his further reaction. He slapped his hand against his forehead and slowly shifted it all the way down to his chin; he collapsed on his back.

“Good Thor, Astrid. I truly believed it to be a serious relationship.”

She giggled, approaching him and knelt on the bed’s edge. She bent over him, pressing a light kiss on his lips – and moved back on her former place at once.

“A serious relationship?” She asked rhetorically. “With the two of us involved? That thing wouldn't live a day.”

#fanfiction #writing #hiccstrid #httyd #canon

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mirika · 7 years

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Now it's my turn mwehehehe: Laslow, Niles, Camilla, Sakura and Leo?

The only downside to some of these is that you had already told me so much about them, that I could not create a true first impression.

This took ages.

First impression:

Laslow: I did not notice his existence at all in Birthright to be fair. I might have even killed him off while he is one of the four deaths that you can spare (sometimes this haunts me). When I started playing Conquest, I had the words of my former classmate in my head (”you’re going to like Laslow probably” and me thinking “you don’t know my taste in men!” and well here we are), so my first impression got blended in with a feeling of “well I do seem to be rather fond of this one” but it was merely attachment at that point.

Niles: I already knew he was a pervert cause of you, and honestly that was something that just ended up being confirmed. I couldn’t shape my own first impression.

Camilla: I’m going to have to dig in my memory, but I had not much of an opinion of her other than “okay she is behaving a little creepy towards Corrin” and it doesn’t help I played male Corrin most of the time.

Sakura: I was annoyed with her stuttering because I thought Fire Emblem pulled a “shy girl that stutters” anime trope. I know better now, but that was my first impression.

Leo: Of him too I could not form a true first impression, sadly.

Impression now:

Laslow: In the end my former classmate was right and I ended up liking the guy. Uh. A little too much, perhaps. I will always wonder how my former classmate knew as he is nothing like the other fictional character he knows I’m into. Xander may give him a lot of shit for flirting, but knowing his background as to why he flirts so much with other women, and especially with his attitude of “you never know when you see someone for the last time,” he’s simply a precious human being trying to get to know his fellow people. Over a cup of tea, if possible.

Niles: He’s still a perv, but he’s also hilarious. Not an Odin-kind of hilarious, but hilarious nonetheless. Also, he does the random meow thing like me, so I send love to this guy. Not too much love though, don’t want to give him wrong ideas.

Camilla: Strong fierce woman, do not mess with her! I still find her a bit creepy when you play male Corrin though. I don’t feel like they translated that very well. I am rather fond of her though.

Sakura: Protect her! PROTECT HER! I became rather fond of Sakura. She’s adorable.

Leo: Well… he’s… he’s a grumpy book nerd, what can I say? I did not name him Ugh Boy for nothing. I actually don’t have a strong impression of Leo, I feel like he fell a bit into the background for me.

Favourite moment:

Laslow: Gee. A favourite moment. It’s a bit rough with non-royals as light isn’t shone upon them as much (is shone proper English?). I mean, obviously I like any interaction of his with Corrin, especially when he gets serious for a moment, but uh… I cannot think of any moment other than specific supports, like the support between Laslow and Mozu.

Niles: Remember when Niles said meow? Good times. No, I actually really enjoyed the Felicia and Niles support (mostly C and B when Niles is messing around). I just love Felicia’s obliviousness towards Niles’ innuendos.

Camilla: Her fight over Corrin with Jakob, whenever Camilla threatens others showing that you can’t mess with her, her support with Elise where she tells Elise need not be like her.

Sakura: I can currently only think of her support with Kaden and Elise.

Leo: Honestly his cut scene is pretty darn cool.

Idea for a story:

Laslow: Honestly, I’m going to fall back on a headcanon post I once made. Laslow being drunk allowing Odin to mess with him as payback from the times Laslow has been reading Odin’s book as I believe Laslow would be the kind of guy to spill the beans on whatever when he’s drunk.

Niles: Niles and his daughter Nina being thieving outlaws, but for the greater good like Robin Hood, helping the poor and all that.

Camilla: I would love to see a story in which Camilla would have to be in a more realistic medieval situation where she has to be ladylike in a clean and virtuous way, especially as a royal, even though we all know that’s not who she is. Of course this story would lead to her desire to protect her family as a warrior of sorts.

Sakura: A story in (short) movie format of Elise and her having a tea party with stuffed animals would be adorable even though they are likely to be too old for that. Let the princesses be their younger selves.

Leo: Can we have a story in which Leo falls hopelessly in love with a book character? A quest to somehow turn this fictional character into something real. I’m sure Odin’s got some supportive ideas.

Unpopular opinion:

Laslow: Oh boy. Well, I hate Xanlow and I dislike Peri and Laslow as well, but these appear to be two of the biggest ships. I actually like Elise and Laslow, I feel that this isn’t very popular, but maybe that’s because of Elise’s age; I headcanon their relationship as innocent and pure so I guess it’s just the point of view I have. Also, I hate the very idea of Laslow in female dancer clothes because I hate how Laslow is always turned into ‘the feminine one’ in whatever gay ship they like to imagine as if gay relationships consist of ‘the masculine one’ and ‘the feminine one’, just let the characters be who they are without ‘straightening’ gay relationships. Sorry, we hit the pet peeve area as that is something that bothers me in general.

Niles: I do not think there are any unpopular opinions to be created about Niles. I think everyone loves Niles. I do am pooped he’s the only character you can have a gay relationship with, but I think everyone agrees with that.

Camilla: I don’t mind her oversexualized clothing like you said in your answer too, especially because her gear is still convincing of that it is heavy armour that is capable of protecting her. Besides, boobs are a weapon too. Do not underestimate medieval times and the ability to distract men with boobs in combat. Do not underestimate boobs. In all honesty though, I really do not mind armour showing skin so long it still looks like the armour is protecting them. That’s character design for ya. Of course it’s a typical anime trope and therefore many dislike it, but it works for Camilla.

Sakura: I do not know the opinions about Sakura cause the only person I follow reblogs Nohrians and not so much Birthright (looking at you evangeline). I cannot imagine anything I could disagree with.

Leo: The Leo and Takumi ship is something I don’t really understand, but then again, I am not far enough into Revelations yet.

Favourite relationship:

Laslow: Corrin, but only my Corrin. This one’s rough. I paired him with with Elise and Azura as I liked these combinations when I play the male avatar, but I haven’t tried all things out yet (but reading into Laslow and Effie I like that Effie allows him to still chat up with women so that gets my stamp of approval as well).

Niles: I have a sincere adoration towards Niles and Felicia, I can’t help it.

Camilla: I like that putting her and Jakob together is basically a contest as to who loves Corrin more.

Sakura: Kaden!!! Sakura and Kaden are terribly adorable together! They take naps together and stuff.

Leo: I like to pair up Leo with Azura, because you forget that Leo’s a grumpy kid as he seems to enjoy Azura’s singing so much.

I just wanted to add that I am not too much of a shipper to be that invested in this section of the ask, and I simply don’t feel that strong about every character and I do not know many supports by heart.

Favourite headcanon:

Laslow: After the war, Laslow found that it is time to put down his sword and invests his time into what he truly loves: dancing and making people smile. He would still low-key keep himself fit for combat by implementing his skill with the sword in some of his dancing rituals in case any new war would break out or if his partner were to come to danger, but the last thing he would want for is his partner to worry for his life as he would do the same for them if they were to be sent into battle.

Niles: Despite the sadist that he is, he reveals to have a weak spot to those who seem ever so oblivious to his behaviour. He feels the need to protect these people at all costs while continuing to behave the way he is with others. No one knows this softer side of him, however, until they get close to him.

Camilla: For some reason I like to think that Camilla ends up as a cat lady, always surrounded by furry friends. And uh, don’t mess with her cats either.

Sakura: She becomes best friends with Elise. Together they would always visit peasants and offer them food and flowers whilst keeping the children entertained with toys. They are to be known the kindest princesses of their current age as they are absolutely selfless in all they do. Even whilst growing into adulthood and marrying off other men, their friendship never lost its strength.

Leo: I like to think Leo is aromantic. His love for knowledge and magic is greater than for other humans, other than the platonic love he carries for his friends and family. This is why he remains an unmarried prince and this has always worked out as Xander’s son Siegbert is to take over the throne when Xander passes. If for some reason he must marry, he would find political reasons for this much more than to marry for love.

These headcanons are not necessarily favourites, I was already happy I could come up with some whilst avoiding any headcanons that involve specific ships. Some characters already have such a strong canon that I find it hard to headcanon around it as well.

#AskMiri #evangeline noir #I FINALLY ANSWERED IT!

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