#SEE HELA RUIN! RUIN HELA RUIN!

[nostalgia-tblr]

I felt like I was getting into the final stages with the 'Frigga Mindwipes Everyone' fic but then for some reason I added like three extra scenes to it so apparently not.

[galaxythreads]

One of the most interesting things about the Hela episode to me in terms of Loki and Thor is that is showcases just how much weight Odin puts into the roles he gives his children. He tries to kill Hela because she asks him to back down. He's angry at her because she's no longer under his control. He backs down ONLY when he realizes that she's more powerful than he is and he doesn't stand a chance against her. Odin collects objects and he collects people because both have uses to him, not because he cares about them.

He's crippled the nine realms by taking all their powerful objects from them and then forced them to rely on him and see him as a savior. But he's only a savior because he ruined them to begin with.

All Hela wants is to escape his control and when she finally achieves that and manages to find herself, the first thing she does is offer Odin MERCY and he tries to strangle her to death.

this, more than anything, means two things to me:

- Thor was NOT banished because he tried to kill the Jotuns, he was banished because he broke out of the "role" Odin assigned to him, which was to be the perfect, loving, warm prince who can do no wrong. The light of Asgard, all the best parts of Odin put into his descendant, and when Thor tried to kill the Jotuns, it made Asgard look weak and Odin was furious with Thor because of that.

Loki was put in prison because he could no longer serve his use to Odin anymore. Loki was intended to become the ruler of Jotunheim eventually, and once he tried to take over Earth, there would be no one who would see him as the rightful king of anything, so Loki was put in a box and shoved under the bed.

It's just so interesting to see that they fully leaned into Odin's darker side this episode and it didn't feel OOC, it just felt like they finally pulled off Odin's mask. That seeing Hela happy was what broke Odin, because, I think deep down what made him try to kill her was that he was jealous she found something he never could: peace.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 43

Joyous Walpurgisnacht: Part I

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: Here we go!

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As you stand from the table, your name draws your attention from your plate. Mr. Laufeyson mirrors you as he peers over at his mother. You notices how his fingers twiddle by his side. 

“You’ll come get ready with us, dear,” Frigga says, “Trina is coming to do our hair an makeup. Be sure to grab your dress.”

“Oh, uh…” you look at Laufeyson and he shrugs with one shoulder. “Okay.”

“Don’t worry about my brother,” Hela snorts, “I’m certain he’ll be torturing himself over the proper shade of white; shall I go for the ivory or the pearl?”

“Quiet,” Laufeyson sneers under his breath before he turns to you, “go on then,” he looks at his watch, “we all have much to do.”

He strides past you and you watch after him. He’s still upset. It’s your fault. You’ve been errant in your duties. You will make it up to him. At Walpurgisnacht, you won’t dare leave his side.

“Come,” Frigga beckons to you, “Hel, you too.”

“Yes, mother,” she drones and rounds the table.

You follow them to the door, only noticing as you approach that Thor’s done the same. He keeps a step back as he waves within, “after you, lady.”

“Er, thanks,” you eke out and step in ahead of him.

He’s quick to tail you, his fingers sending a shiver through you as he touches the back of your arm, “happy birthday, little one. How old are you now?” He asks.

You wince and hug yourself, keeping your chin down as he matches your pace. Frigga reaches to flick a strand of Hela’s black hair as she gabs on about it. You chew your lip and crane to look over your shoulder. You don’t see Odin, he must’ve stuck behind to chat with the staff.

“Thirty-two,” you answer as you face straight.

“Mmm, not too old,” his hand brushes across your back, “you look much younger.”

“Thank you, uh,” you stutter as his touch ventures further, tickling the top of your ass. Your panic swells and you bat him away, “I… have to go.”

You don’t know how to make him stop, but you can control yourself. You rush ahead to catch up to Frigga. As you come up at her side, Thor’s low rocky chuckle rolls through the air. You don’t look back as your blood runs cold. You don’t know why he won’t leave you alone.

“Ah, dear, I think we could put some flowers in your hair,” Frigga remarks as she waves you ahead of her up the stairs, “to go with that pretty dress of yours.”

“Sure,” you agree.

“She’ll look like a bride,” Hela scoffs, “perhaps just some diamonds around her neck–”

“Pearls,” Frigga argues.

“Pearls? She’s not an old lady yet,”

“Eh? Pearls are nice,” Frigga counters.

“Perhaps for you,” Hela rebuffs, “babe,” Hela swoops around her mother and drapes her arm over your shoulders as you turn down the hall, “what do you prefer?”

You blink, finding it hard to breathe through the tension. You don’t dare pick a side.

“I like the dress on its own,” you say.

“Ah, yes, she’s right, it is so nice, it would be ruined with too much,” Frigga hums, “how about just the petals,” she reaches to touch your hair, “a small accent but not garish.”

“Mm, yes, like a little fairy,” Hela muses as she retracts her arm, “I’m afraid I’m going for more of a witchy vibe.”

“Oh dear,” Frigga mutters, “Hel.”

“A good witch, mother, never fear.”

✨

You look in the mirror, swept away by your own reflection. The small white flowers in your hair are placed so delicately and just so, matching with those on the dress in their fluttery display. You skin seems to glow from the precise application of makeup, your lashes are long and curved but not too heavy. Your lips are painted a natural hue with a glossy finish and a touch of blush lends colour to your cheeks. It feels like a lot but looks like less.

The dress is just as wonderful as you remember. The outer layer decorated in carefully cut flowers over the simple dress of white beneath. The skirt flows to your lower calves, ending just above the straps of your heels, a bow on the back of each. You blink and tilt your head at your reflection, is it really you looking back?

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Hela growls as she steps up behind you, “uh, so darling.”

“You look amazing, dear,” Frigga calls over.

You turn to watch the older woman pin on large dangling earrings. She wears a white dress hemmed below her knees with large fanned bell sleeves. Her necklace is strung with pearls that get large towards the centre and her silver and gold hair is spun into loose waves pushed back behind an elaborate headband with golden points.

Hela is dressed much less elegantly. Her jumpsuit is taut to her figure, the neckline cute so deep you wonder how it stays up. She wears a sort of cowl, sparkling with diamond as it goes from chin to shoulders, a larger gem dangling down her cleavage.

“Well, I think we’re almost there,” Frigga announces breezily, “come, come.”

She ushers you and Hela from the room into the hall. The house is buzzing with activity. As you come downstairs, you’re lost amid the flurry. The kitchen is bustling with furor and workers flit around like bees in a hive. You stay close to the other women as they walk unfettered through the rush.

You come out to the veranda, clutching the sides of your skirt as you watch your feet, careful not to trip on your heels. In the sunlight, Frigga sighs, and calls to someone. You look up and follow her down the steps. 

The lush green flat of the yard is entirely changed. A white floral arch, white cloth draping over the roofs of newly erected tents, tables in similarly silky ivory, petals scattered all around as stems are capped with full blooms atop posts, in plinthed vases, and around tables. A stage stands, blocking out much of the garden, a bar along an edge of the expanse with several workers behind it arranging glasses and bottles.

“Yvonne,” Frigga trills again, “come, come, we should like some photos.”

A woman in a white suit approaches with a large camera in hand. She is tall with full hips emphasized by the cut of her clothing. Her strawberry blond hair is twisted into a high bun with two pin straight pieces framing her face.

“Hello, Von,” Hela purrs at her familiarly. The women glance at each other and an eyebrow twitches. They know each other. Everyone does but you.

“This is our photographer,” Frigga introduces you to Yvonne, “she’ll be taking pictures so don’t mind if you see a flash or two through the night.” She turns back to the strawberry blonde, “hm, where are the men? They must be here…”

You fold your hands and sway back and forth. Surely you won’t be included. This is for the family. You’ll just stand to the side.

“Ah, Odin!” Frigga throws her hands up, greeting her husband as he approaches in a white pressed shirt beneath a matching stiff vest and white slacks. He wears a golden chain around his collar and cufflinks at his wrists. His shoes also bear golden buckles. “There you are. Where are your sons?”

“So quick to disown them,” Odin kids, “they were…” he looks back.

Thor clamours down from the veranda, combing out his long blond hair which he’s let loose from its usual bun. The waves fall to his shoulders, just along his open collar, unbuttoned to boast the thick muscles of his chest. He beams in white just like everyone else. A gold medallion hangs from his neck and his fingers are stacked with rings.

Loki follows last, shoulders high, hands staunchly tucked into his pockets. He looks at the sky as he appears in his simple attire. White shirt, white tie, white slacks cute perfectly to his sleek figure. White loafers with plain silver buckles. His black hair is swept back, the front pieces drawn back into a clip behind his head as the tails curl out behind his ears.

As he takes the same path as his father and brother, his eyes search and find you. His irises flicker and his brows arch. You avert your gaze and look at the grass, fidgeting as you wait awkwardly to the side. Frigga preens at each son and tells them how handsome they look.

“Alright, alright, we’ll get a few photos before the guests arrive,” she claps her hands.

There’s movement along the edge of your vision. You keep your head down as Frigga orders her family around. You flinch as she grabs your wrist suddenly and pulls your hands apart.

“Right here, dear,” she guides you next to Odin before she stands at his other side. “Okay, everyone, no scowling.”

You look up, wide eyed and the camera flashes. You bat your lashes and put on a smile as Odin bends his arm behind you, resting his hand on your lower back. The gesture calms you as the photographer counts down.

You stand frozen as the camera shutters, wondering why you’re there. What will they do with the photos when you are irrelevant? Finally, you’re allowed to disperse as Frigga struts over to Yvonne to have a look at the photos.

You turn nearly collide with Mr. Laufeyson before you can even think to look for him. You back up as he stares at you. He raises a hand as if to touch your arm then thinks better of it. He clear his throat and tugs on his skinny tie.

“That is a beautiful dress,” he remarks, “very on theme.”

“Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson,” you sniff and rub your palms together.

“Stay close,” he says tersely, clearing his throat, “or…” you hear his tone soften, “I might lose you in the flowers.”

His lips curve, just a little. Is he joking? You’re not sure.

“Come,” he jabs his fingers through the air, “let us get a drink before it is too busy.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

You walk beside him and he sighs. No, you’re not sure he was being funny. He’s still unhappy.

As you reach the bar, he greets the workers in white behind it. He orders whiskey on ice, then turns to you. For a moment, you’re taken back to the night you found him with the same drink… that was the first, maybe the only time, you saw him so human.

“What would you like?” He asks.

“Um, I don’t… know,” you murmur.

“Our cocktails,” a worker points to the standing list of drinks. You lean in and read each. 

“Oh, uh, could I get the lavender lemonade, please?”

“Yes, miss,” the worker replies and sets to mixing the drink. Laufeyson takes his and holds it tight.

“Lokiiiii,” a familiar brogue rumbles through the air.

You turn to face Bragi as he approaches. A pocket watch swings from his vest, though he wears no shirt beneath it. You greet him with a tight-lipped smile.

“And his lady,” he smirks at you, “you haven’t seen Fossegrim, have you?”

“You brought that creature?”

“Ah, he tagged along. He chased off a chickadee and I’ve not seen him since. Never to worry,” he snaps his fingers, "I'm all set up.” He nods towards the stage, “and look at you too, pretty in white.” He looks at you pointedly, “I must say, you look like a goddess. I was also let in on a secret,” he declares, “it is your birthday. Happy birthday, did you have a favourite song? I might fit it into my set.”

“Um…” you think. “I don’t…” you look over as Mr. Laufeyson reaches back to take another glass from the bar and offers you the purple drink. You take it with a meek nod before facing Bragi again, “there was this song… from a movie… Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She sings it on the balcony but I can’t remember how it goes.”

“Oh, yes, I know the one. Beloved Hepburn, what a treat she was,” he purrs, “I think I can figure out the chords.”

“You don’t have to…” you shrug.

“I want to,” he insists, “oh and watch for dark shadows, Fossegrim will surely return once he smells food.”

“Sure,” you agree and squeeze the glass tight. Laufeyson just hums in his throat.

“Anyhow, I need water,” he sidles past you, “happy Walpurgisnacht!”

You return the sentiment before you step away. You peer around, uncertain what to do next. Your heels sink into the grass and you pull them out, teetering. Laufeyson glances over at you.

“Shall we sit?” He asks.

“Erm, okay.”

He waves you ahead of him and you weave over to one of the tables. You sit and put your glass down without tasting it. He sips his own as he lowers himself. He’s tense, setting it down with a heavy clunk.

You look around and see new faces arriving. It’s beginning. Your stomach churns as each guest appears. It really is a big deal.

“You are nervous,” Laufeyson intones, bringing you back to the table.

“A little.”

“Mm,” he pokes his tongue in his cheek, “well, then, even more reason to stay by my side. I’ve navigated these waters all my life, I can stave off the sharks.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

His lips slant and he spreads his hand over his chest before dragging it down, “and…” his throat bobs, “happy birthday, if I forgot to say.”

“Um, thank you,” you squeak, “it isn’t a very big deal.”

He inhales, “it isn’t? By your choice or… his?”

You shrug, “I never made it one. Really, just another year.”

“Certainly, time does keep on now matter what,” he mulls.

You’re quiet. You take the drink and look at it. It’s a lovely colour. You take a sip; it’s tangy but nice, a little kick under the citrus notes. Your cheeks pinch as you put it back down.

“Too strong?” he asks.

“No, it’s good,” you assure him, careful not to drip any on your dress.

He taps his fingers on the tabletop, “I must say, you do look rather… rather nice.”

“Oh, yes, um, Trina, your mother’s friend…” you utter, “she did it.”

You look at him, finding his eyes rapt upon you. His gaze almost takes your breath away. He reaches to touch your hand, leaning in just a little. His eyes flick past you suddenly and he stops, his hand lightly over your as he sits frozen.

You turn to peek over your shoulder. You hear Thor’s thundering voice as he greets someone. A perfect swoop of dark hair bounces before him and he embraces the tall, slender woman. You know, even without seeing her face, who it is. Sif.

You bring your other hand over Laufeyson’s and press it down firmly as you face him, “are you alright?”

His eyes skitter back to you and he slips his hand free. You deflate as he instead takes his glass and slurps with a scowl. Walpurgisnacht will not be a new beginning, only a reminder of old wounds.

[steveandbuckysdaughter]

Personal review regarding what if…? season 2 episode 8 (spoilers)

No ok, I must admit, the episode was good in some aspects.

Wanda was majestic. Loki and Scott were hilarious and I loved every single moment with them.

Thor was amazing, dark and serious out of loss but still enjoyable, and the crumbs of his relationship with Hela were very nice.

I’ve actually liked Tony for the very first time in my life, probably because I tend to like him a lot more in AUs and fanfictions than I do in the normal timeline.

And then… there were those two.

I will never comprehend why marvel wants Steve to be so dependent on Peggy. And I will never comprehend why, to make him interact with her, they have to destroy or sideline every other relationship he has built, or make his character flat.

Bucky being friends with Scott was amazing, but the fact that him and Steve interacted like two times was extremely disappointing. You’d expect “best friends in every universe”, if you dislike the romantic pairing so much, to acknowledge themselves for more than a few scenes, in only one of which they’re in frame together (Bucky was literally 😐 while his best friend disappeared, come on now).

And the storyline about Peggy coming from another world to save the universe was just… Mbah. It could’ve been executed in another way without including her and it still would have made sense. It really feels like a Y/N insert.

Seeing literally any other character was so good, so fun, and they had to ruin it this way, making Peggy once again the self insert and girlboss she didn’t need to be.

Plus, forgive my constant complaining, but it’s extremely infuriating how all of Steve’s friends were eliminated to put the focus solely on Peggy. Where’s Sam? Where’s Nat? Where’s Clint? It’s not an underrated friendship we’re talking about, a big chunk of the fandom loves the cap quartet or team cap, and after civil war it would have been nice to see them interact, especially after its popularity and popular demand. Outlaw team cap would have been glorious, a good chance to bring back many characters who aren’t here anymore in the right way, and involve characters that are rarely involved in What if in the storyline, for a change.

The treatment of Sam in this series particularly angers me, and even more so in this episode. I understand not involving him in other storylines, but Sam was a big part of CATWS and he wasn’t even in the episode centered on that film. What, because Steve met him while running he can’t be introduced in any other way? And oh, there’s no excuse for this episode. If there was one episode they could have placed Sam in, it was this one. Sam was there in infinity war, where the mess happened, and he should have been with the other avengers in this one.

If marvel wanted to involve someone from another universe so bad, it should have been a Captain America Sam from another universe. Can you imagine the poetry of seeing Steve and Nat again after endgame? Can you imagine having closure with them both, and having fun in the process? It would have been so great.

Another great storyline without involving characters from other universes would have been one where Steve, who touched the time stone, accidentally brought everyone in the past, and he was the only one to remember it. And to go back and prevent everyone’s distraction, he had to recruit the avengers, who don’t know him and don’t trust him but that in the end become his friends and companions. It would have been so interesting to see the original avengers involved in something different from being some side characters or extras in the one woman show that seems to be What if, constantly centered around the same bland, one dimensional reimagined side character. Peggy’s blandness is so obvious in these episodes (aside for some random remarks that made me smile) that literally everyone who’s involved directly with her must be bland like her, otherwise risking to overshadow her.

I don’t think I was supposed to cringe and look away as much as I did during Steggy’s forced scenes, but I did. If they had to force Steggy and Peggy down our throats, at least they could have done something different from the same bland and boring storyline as always. I wouldn’t be as mad as I am now if Peggy and Steve’s relationship wasn’t as bland. I would have preferred an enemies to lovers type of twist or change, where Steve doesn’t trust Peggy and struggles with her because he sees in her a different version of the Peggy that died in that universe. But noooo, god forbid, let’s go with the same old song.

An episode five or ten minutes longer with a better, avengers-centric or Steve-centric storyline would have been much better than what we got.

And given that this was my most anticipated episode, I was very disappointed by it. I hope for the next seasons, if there’s other ones, Marvel will listen to the general complaint regarding Peggy and will give her a break. I don’t think any of the original avengers or relevant MCU characters made as much appearances as Peggy, and being a main focus in four episodes out of nine is ridiculous.

[xxkiller-muffinxx]

༺But it can heal, if you learn from it. Pt 2༻

Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x reader

Summary: on the way to the party, (Y/N) recalls a few more painful memories of the past, but an old friend makes her feel better.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: mention of death, and angst with a happy ending.

A/N: please make more of these you guys, Scrooge is MWAH and I want to encourage people to start writing. Lastly thank you all for the love on the last part, you're all amazing <3 Just realized I may have forgotten to accommodate for Hela’s accent and I apologize dearly.

Pt. 1 “yes, the past can hurt”

(Y/N) fastened her coat on as she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help but stare at herself as she thought long and hard about the situation.

“Scrooge doesn’t bite, it’s just your imagination ruining you.” She straightens her coat and turns to the bonnet on the bed Hela left her. She rolled her eyes, (Y/N) was never fond of bonnets.

A memory filled her mind as she went to put it on.

———

A bonnet tied around (Y/N)’s neck for the first time made Ebenezer laugh. He’d never seen you with such a deep scowl, and it was quite silly. “What’s the matter? It looks good!” Ebenezer played with her as if she was a coned dog.

To reciprocate these feelings she snaps at Ebenezer, the two children giggling to themselves. “Sneezer, I would tear this thing apart if I could.” Ebenezer walked up and adjusted it for her. (Y/N) faking her lack of oxygen which scares Ebenezer. “(Y/N)!” He grabs her, and she just falls limp for a moment, before springing to life and Scaring her friend. Ebenezer’s glare slowly molds into an amused chuckle.

———

(Y/N) adjusted the Bonnet, discomfort rings through her body, but she continues her pat down. She ran her hands over her face, and down her arms once more. There was a knock at the door. “Come in!” (Y/N) yelled to the person behind the door. The door creaks open, and Hela makes her presence known.

“You look splendid! Harry and I are ready when you are!” She spun out of the room. (Y/N) smiled. They’re made for each other. (Y/N) turns to the mirror ahead of her. Ebenezer would laugh and tell her she looked ridiculous, while Scrooge? she’d admit she had no idea what he’d say. Whatever it’d be, it'd be different.

The room is quiet, and (Y/N) feels a chill, a giggle echoes through her ears, a giggle that wasn’t her own. She turns violently. Leaning her back on the mirror behind her. The fear linger’s until Hela calls her name. She adjusts her dress again and walks off. She exits the room, seeing Harry with his wife. She joins him.

They walk together, the sky lit beautifully over the town, and Hela walks by (Y/N)‘s side while holding her hand. “I’m sorry to be bringing this up so early on, especially since you woke up not but 20 minutes ago.” She apologizes, but (Y/N) waved her hand dismissively.

Hela looks up at her husband, he seems more focused on the fact he’s getting the chance to get closer to his uncle. Hela smiles at her husband and turns back to (Y/N) “I can’t help but wonder that can’t be all that happened. Right?”

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) responded.

Hela’s eyebrows fall flat above her eyes, and she leans toward her, “I mean what happened between you and Scrooge.” (Y/N) scoffed. Hela threw her hands to her side and turned to her husband, grabbing his arm gently. She whispers something to him, and suddenly he’s gone.

Hela sits with (Y/N), causing her to feel rather nostalgic. “Tell me, what else happened, because if asking about his sister is really what took him to the edge, I’ll be angry.” Hela’s hand fell on top of (Y/N)’s. “Please.” She begs. It doesn’t take long until (Y/N) gives in with a defeated huff.

———

(Y/N) stayed in town for days, sending as frequent letters to her husband as possible. Until one day, she got a letter back expecting her return. So she began to write a letter addressed to the chap.

“Dear Ebenezer, I apologize if my last visit upset you, and I wish we could be friends once more. However things are looking poor for the both of us, and may I say I’m sorry for your loss, on all accounts. I wish I could have been there to help you.”

She wondered if she should stop there, but her eyes widened. She won’t ever see him again, and that meant she had to make one last impression. So she did.

“Yet, wishes aren’t important anymore, as the past is the past. So I must look to the future, and to do that I need to admit a few things so they may stay in my past. First things first, you’ve always been my best friend, the greatest ever, and nothing will change that. However, I’ve come to notice a pattern with you that scares me. You’re filled with greed Ebenezer, and I have to say it’s not your fault.

Next, this will be hard to say. As it contrasts a few of my earlier feelings, and I still do not know what happened to Isabel, or between the two of you. Just know how much you mean to me. For we may never see each other again, and I need you to know.”

Her breath caught in her throat, what is the feeling, how does one describe it without losing the trust of a friend? Without..?

“I adore you?” (Y/N) whispers, but that’s not it is it? She’s afraid of the 3 words she’d give her mother or father, but she also knows it’s nothing less than such. How to explain? She can only try.

“Every morning when I wake up, even if it’s not about you, or even if you’re not anywhere close, you're somewhere in my mind, making the day better. Every morning, noon, and night, from sunrise to the next full moon. You’ve meant more to me than most others I can name, and the words I’m looking for are not in my vocabulary just yet. Until they are, I hope to see you again.

Your dear friend,

(Y/N)”

———

“You wrote all that?” Hela speaks as soon as (Y/N) goes quiet. She sighs looking at the time. “We only have so long, Hela. I can’t keep telling you these stories.” (Y/N) begins to stand when Hela taunts her playfully.

“You can’t? Or won’t?”

(Y/N) stares at Hela in shock. “Hela, dear I just don’t know. I’ve already shared so much.” She politely laughed. Hela obliged, standing up. She takes a few steps forward and offers a hand to (Y/N). She takes it. “If you don’t want to share, I’ll honor that, but now we must find Harry, we only have 30 minutes!” She twirls her friend before running off, (Y/N) smiling and following her.

When they found Harry, he was already waiting in front of Scrooge’s home. Hela and Harry began to speak as (Y/N) became lost in thought.

—---

(Y/N) stood at the door to her friend’s home, and squeezed the letter in her palms tightly. She pondered knocking, leaving the letter, or just walking away with it, never having to deal with the consequences.

She would have stood there for hours if not a voice came from beside her. “(Y/N)?” she turned to the voice. “M-Mr. Scrooge, it's good to see you again! Well, that is if it's good for you to see me.” she anxiously twiddled with her thumbs and the edge of the paper envelope.

The man seemed to ignore her presence, and walk past her as he entered his house. “Ebenezer?” he stood at the door, pinching the bridge of his nose once more. He had to be too tired to correct her.

Scrooge’s eyes, now a deep grayish-blue, pierce (Y/N)’s skin. “What is it?” he said coldly. (Y/N) leans back a little, staring up at his face. He has newly shaped bags under his eyes, and his face seems to be permanently under stress.

(Y/N) slowly stammered into her next words. “I was just. Meaning to deliver this letter, before I go home tomorrow night.” She hands him the letter. She gasps silently when it's ripped out of her hands. He lets it hang at his side as he watches her. “Well? What now?” his gruff voice rings in her ears.

“Ebenezer, can we please have a word, it'll be quick.”

“Mr.Scrooge.”

“Mr. Scrooge, please.” her voice quivers, and when Scrooge looks her in the eyes, he sighs. Urgelessly letting her inside. Scrooge takes off his coat and rests it on the coat rack. (Y/N) looks around, he really has gotten richer. “Mr. Scrooge, we've missed so much time in the years I’ve been gone, can’t we just chat?” Scrooge turns to her. Crossing his arms.

“(Y/N). I don’t have time to simply “chat.” I have work to do, rest to have.” He awaits for (Y/N) to leave before he goes upstairs. “So what can we do? I just want to be near my friend for a while longer.” She says sincerely.

Scrooge has one hair loose from the top of his head, it falling over his face, and his long body Patiently stands across from her, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched, But his eyebrows relaxed now that he’s inside.

(Y/N) stood almost completely still in the heavy atmosphere, a weight falling into her chest as she opened her mouth. “If you, I want to get done quickly. Tell me why you pushed me away. Years later? Mr.Scrooge we’re friends, I’m here if you need me.” She takes a step toward Scrooge, his eyebrows furrowing, and he mirrors her actions. “(Y/N) we were friends, but now what are we? You left me and Isabel without much of a second thought. Her mother had to tell us.” He says. His tolerance running thin.

Was that it? Just because you never told him you were leaving. “I’m sorry, but to admit I had no time, and I couldn’t bear saying goodbye.” Scrooge frowned deeply.

“Why couldn’t you just have said something before?”

“My father was telling me to continue talking to my now husband. So I had no time!”

“You had time for a dinner party then? Hm?”

“My father said it’d be a good bonding experience, I wanted to go alone.”

Scrooge’s face was complex, it just couldn’t be read, not like (Y/N)’s anyhow. (Y/N) knew it was mostly anger, but there was something about it that said something else to her. It became clear once Scrooge spoke again.

Scrooge takes a few steps closer to her. “Your husband, is he happy? Are you?” He looks down at her, he’s worried for her, and he has been for so long. (Y/N)’s hands drop to her sides.

(Y/N) clenched her teeth. “Yes, we both are.” Lying through her teeth. Old Ebenezer would take that for what it is, but this new man, with his money and his coats, somehow knew it all. “Did you lie to me?”

(Y/N) laughs awkwardly, “No? Why would I lie?”

“You laugh when you’re lying (Y/N)” Scrooge says simply. “You’ve never been happy around him.” (Y/N) realizes that he’s been getting closer, but doesn’t feel the need to point it out. A gnawing pain in her head doesn’t help what’s happening.

She turns away from him and begins mildly pacing back and forth in the room. “You don’t know me, Scrooge, I’ve grown, maybe our love has too.”

Scrooge scoffs at such an answer. He watches her pace, making his next point “Well, why don’t you say it then, that you love Him.” she looks at him and stares in shock.

“I…can’t she stops.” She stops in her tracks, Scrooge looks at her.

“Why not?”

“Because… it doesn’t matter why. You tell me about Isabel first.”

“Why can’t you say it? Is it because you don’t love him?”

“No! It’s because those words scare me.”

“It’s your husband.”

“He might as well be my flatmate.”

Scrooge’s eyebrows raise at that last remark. He walks toward her slowly “you don’t love him. Be honest.” (Y/N) stepped back. She huffs out air as she walks “no, I don’t, but it’s not my fault.” she says quickly. Her leg hits the railing of stares. She moves beside it to have more room to go back.

Scrooge doesn’t seem to take that statement clearly. He laughs deeply “not your fault? What do you mean by that.” She sighs as she hits a wall. “Because it’s yours.” Scrooge continues to follow her onto the wall. The world seems so small now. “(Y/N), how in the world could it be my fault?” (Y/N) is pressed into a corner, Scrooge hovering above her.

“Because I love you!”

Three words. Well, literally four, but those three words she was afraid to say before, came out in a flurry of anxiety, sadness, anger, and even somewhat grief. The two stood in that corner for a moment more. Their silence floated amongst the large space. “Ebenezer I- I’m sorry.” She looks down. Scrooge’s eyes widen, and suddenly his bright blue eyes spark to life.

He steps back, and (Y/N) breathes heavily. Ebenezer never takes his eyes off of her. “(Y/N)...I-” a voice from outside caught their attention calling out to the woman. She walks up to him. Her face falls flat as she asks him “Scrooge, I meant that. If you care at all.” his eyes soften on her as he gently grabs a hold of her waist, hugging her. Resting his head on top of hers.

She hugs him back, knowing who she’s hugging. When Ebenezer pulls back, she looks up at him, his hands still on her waist. Their eyes meet, and his eyes move down to her lips. (Y/N) feels heat rise to her face as her eyes fall to his as well. Scrooge gently leaned down, kissing her lips softly, but passionately. It lasts for nearly 30 seconds before Ebenezer pulls back.

Scrooge turns away. “You should go.” (Y/N) leans forward to get back into his arms, but Scrooge continues walking away. “Scrooge.” He stops, and with a sad, disgruntled frown he weakly repeats himself. Pushing his hair back in the process “Mr. Scrooge, now leave. Before I say anything You regret.”

So she turns, looking away from the man that took up so much room in her mind for far too long. She stops in front of the door. “That letter was addressed to Ebenezer. Make sure he gets it please.” With that she leaves, holding her chest as she walks out, slamming the door.

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(Y/N) comes back to her senses, and as she does she notices the number of people on the stairs. She stood up, shaking her head. “When did all these people get here?” Harry turns to her. “Just a few minutes ago! Here, let me introduce you to everyone. There’s Tom Jenkins he owns the toy shop in town.” he leads her down, introducing her.

Tom turns with a smile. “Oh! Good afternoon Miss!” he bows his head to her, and she smiles fondly “Jenkins? As in John Jenkins?” Tom nods, and (Y/N) grins “he was friends with my father! It’s good to know the business was passed down so kindly. I’m (Y/N).” She pats his shoulder. Harry seems even happier that (Y/N) said something nice, first.

“A pleasure to meet you too! Ms. (Y/N)!” This is followed by Harry dragging (Y/N) to a few new people…well, a lot of new people!. “(Y/N) this is Bob Cratchit! He works for Scrooge.” Bob smiled warmly as he held a baby, “(Y/N)! Why that’s quite the name, lovely to meet you.” His wife smiled. “It’s a miracle we lasted this long on his doorstep. I expected him to throw us out by now. Ethel.”

She smiled, about to say something when her arm was grabbed. “(Y/N)! I didn’t know you were back!” “Neither did I!” they dragged her toward them. The green-dressed woman hugs her while the red-dressed one pats her. “I would have introduced them, but I guess you already know them!” Their joyous demeanors rubbed off on the other guests.

The laughter fills the air gently, and soon they begin talking amongst themselves once more. “Look at your face, you still look as young as you did all those years ago.” (Y/N) blushed and laughed. The other lady grabbed her face gently. “It was always rough not having such a charitable heart here. We missed you.” Harry’s smile never leaves his face, and he decides to ask.

“(Y/N) how do you know these kind women?” (Y/N) turned to the brunette man, and she smiled. (Y/N)’s laughter was exchanged for her voice speaking absen-mindedly. “oh yes, I met these two in my old town. Where they were also donating.” The ladies laughed, full of seasonal joy.

Their laughter died down, and the ladies gently held her hands. “So, (Y/N) tell us about that delightful husband of yours!” (Y/N) forgot she was supposed to talk about her husband. So she immediately slumped, Harry, already knowing the answer, went back to his wife quickly.

(Y/N) spoke quietly, her smile falling into a frown. “Three springs ago, he passed away in his sleep. From an incurable disease.” The ladies lost their smiles almost instantaneously. They grab (Y/N) once more and hug her.

The warmth of their hug brings a small smile back to (Y/N)’s face. “I’m so sorry dear.” “Widowed! At such a young age!” She hugged them back, ignoring that her age had been misplaced. “(Y/N) remember you can always come to us if you’re ever in any sad time. Okay?``said the one in the red dress.

The smell of food stole most people’s attention. They turned and there walked a few people holding food for catering. They all stared in awe, a few getting a closer look, and when (Y/N) was released she walked up to one with a dish that used to warm her up inside and out.

“Syllabub? That’s an old favorite of mine. Oh! Figgy pudding!” She heard Harry’s voice from the top step, everyone turning to meet his gaze. “Are we ready everyone?” Everyone agrees that it’s time to get inside, except for (Y/N) who simply shakes her head.

Harry grins, and turns to the door, and yet he doesn’t move. Hela quickly pressed the bell herself, Harry deflating. He reinflates as he sees his wife’s excited expression, and they both look at the door with determined expressions. In fact, everyone seemed confused, and/or nervous.

It takes a while for the doors to open, so they focus on their own things once more. (Y/N) wringing her hands in thought, not bothering to walk back up to the top of the stairs, so she stands on the ground. The door is opened, and the familiar face peers down at the people. Gesturing for them to come inside.

Scrooge’s face had aged, his hair now almost completely gray, and his sideburns now framing his face. (Y/N) follows the others inside. Scrooge sees (Y/N), and can't help but smile. Once everyone is inside, dinner begins.

Everyone sits in their seats. Ebenezer helped Ethel relax in her seat. (Y/N) stands looking at the wall decorations, and all the food. She felt weary of so many colors. She sees gifts while resting at the table.

Tom is more curious than her because he opens his, and has a pleasant surprise when Ebenezer tells him that all his debts are canceled. The ladies and Harry open their thoughtful gifts. 1000 pounds for each lady and his mother's doll.

(Y/N) rubs her arms, not expecting her own gift, especially because she came without warning, but seeing these gifts made her wonder. She has no time to think before Bob Cratchit opens his. Business partners?

Scrooge stood over him and smiled “yes, Bob, if you have me that is. Let's build a brighter future for the Cratchits together, what do you say?” Bob looks up at him with a grin. “I say yes!” He and the rest of his family are overjoyed. Scrooge allows them to talk amongst themselves, turning to (Y/N) for a moment. Then he goes to the front of the table.

(Y/N) raises a brow as he begins talking again. She partially listens, but only makes certain words out. His words are definitely chosen carefully, and he had to have practiced such a speech at least twice. From what (Y/N) has seen Ebenezer has changed. She's proud, and yet nervous, like meeting someone new.

Harry waved for her to come closer. She begrudgingly walks up to the table. An awkward small smile on her face. A small boy raised a glass, full of milk, as he was finishing his final statement. Raising his glass of wine into the air imitating the boy. “God bless us! Everyone!” yelled the boy.

There was a cheer, and everyone began eating. (Y/N) only grabbing a glass of syllabub, and making her way out of the room again. Hoping someone would follow her. She was still surprised when someone did. She stopped on the balcony of the steps.

“(Y/N)? Is everything alright?” the voice struck (Y/N)’s ears suddenly. She nods gently leaning on the railing. Gesturing for the voice to join her. When he did, she looked up at him.

She giggled softly. “It's so strange, after all these years seeing your face and you being…different…again.” her head drops when she says again. Looking down at the ground below her. Scrooge moves a hand to touch her back to comfort her, but puts his hand down again when (Y/N) lifts her head.

Scrooge places his hands down on the railing and squeezes gently. “(Y/N), there are not enough words to describe how sorry I am. Truly.” he looks at her, a drift of wind causing her to shiver. Almost instinctively he takes off his coat and places it on her. She quietly laughs.

She looks at her old friend. “Well, then use the words you can to tell me what happened. Why must you continue changing so quickly?” (Y/N) speaks quickly. She fixes her posture as she holds the coat around her body. Scrooge smiles at her. “It's so much I don't want to go through again.” she huffs.

The two sit in silence for a while longer. The tense air is lifted when there's music coming from the other room. Scrooge quickly looks in the direction of the room, an old urge resurging. He relaxes, and his rurs are back on (Y/N).

(Y/N)’s eyes widen, and without warning she grabs his cheek. She pulls him down to face her. She smiles gently as she sees his eyes. His face is flushed, she lets him go, her face now a few shades darker. “Apologies Mr. Scrooge.” Scrooge wines at the name. He gently grabs her wrist and rubs his thumb on it.

His hand is gentle, she stares at it for a moment. “Please, call me Ebenezer.” (Y/N) is taken aback at how desperate he sounds. She takes his hand into her own, then lets it go. Turning back to the wooden railing. “Ah, Yes. Ebesneezer.” a smile taking her expression. Scrooge raises a brow.

Ebenezer steps closer to her. “I read your letter. A miracle it was damaged like any other.” (Y/N) slaps his elbow gently in offense. He chuckles. She's silent, processing his words. “THE LETTER? What letter? The letter I gave to you when we…oh dear.” She rests her chin on her palm.

The two look to one another, “did you mean what you said..? Out loud and in your letter.” Ebenezer takes a step closer. (Y/N) stands still, pulling at her bonnet. “Yes…no? It’s been so long.” The man notices her bonnet. He smiled at it, and (Y/N) smiled at it too, taking it off. She held it in her hands.

Ebenezer’s eyes seem to light up at your face. He walks closer. “Whether you mean it now, or you don’t “I want you to know…I…I” he stops in his tracks. (Y/N) steps closer. “You? You what?” A hopeful feeling enters her chest.

Ebenezer clears his throat. “Every day when I wake up, I think about you. Every morning, noon, and night, from sunrise to the next full moon. You’ve meant more to me than most others.” He recites. (Y/N)’s eyes grow wide, and she stares up at him. “To put it plainly. I…” their eyes meet. Ebenezer grabbing (Y/N)’s hands as he takes a deep breath. “I love you too (Y/N)”

Relief. Weight falls off (Y/N)’s shoulders, like heavy chains tying her to the ground. The air is lighter, the colors are brighter, and her mind is clearer. She would jump for joy if she wasn’t in front of an old friend in a serious situation. “That’s…I…I love you too!” She says with a giddy laugh.

She holds her head. “Ye gods, this feels like a dream!” She admits squeezing Ebenezer’s hands tightly. He laughs as (Y/N) holds her head in deliriousness. She stops smiling when she realizes. “If that’s the case. That means if I stayed I could’ve helped you. If I stayed you wouldn't have. Oh…Humbug!” She holds her head. Ebenezer places a gentle hand on her cheek.

“(Y/N), my dear, the past is the past. We’re now here, in the present.” His other hand holds her waist. (Y/N)’s face contorts in her sadness, caressing his hand on her face. Her opposite holding his upper arm. Their eyes meet. He leans down to her, she closes her eyes, tilting her head. Their lips meet gently.

A giggle, but this time followed by a deep chortle stops (Y/N). “Did you hear that?” He looks around. Shaking his head. She looks up at him, and smiles. “Must be my imagination.” Ebenezer allows her to enter first, looking around the empty home. He then follows her.

“Good job Scrooge.” A feminine says from above. A deep laugh follows. “Good job indeed.” A flurry of fire and giggling elves and the room is silent once more.

The end.

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20 Questions! Ebenezer/Constance Headcanons

I’m working on another larger project for these two, but in the interim, here’s an OC prompts tag. I mashed a few different lists together to create a list that made sense for an 1800s-verse story. These are just for fun, haha!

So, allons-y!

Who’s the primary protector of the two?

Both are quite ferocious, but in different ways! Ebenezer is the more obviously and openly protective one. He has a more domineering presence and quite the harsh tongue, although after his visits with the spirits, he doesn’t enjoy using it. There will be times at parties where someone will be making eyes at his wife and he’ll send a glare in their direction. Constance is much harder to provoke, but if someone goes after someone she cares for, she is a socialite trained in the ways of verbal fencing. If she truly wants to ruin someone, her words can be as cutting and lethal as blades.

2.       Who sleeps in and who is the early bird? 

 Before meeting Constance, Ebenezer had always been an early riser. He kept a strict schedule of rising at sunrise daily, even on ‘days off.’ However, after meeting Constance (and especially after they start sleeping together and enjoying each other’s company late into the night) he learns to enjoy sleeping in. It’s hard to leave the warmth of the bed, especially when he’s got his arms wrapped around his often-nude lover.

3.       Who is the least patient? 

Both are pretty much the same. Both are incredibly patient, sometimes to a fault. This sometimes results in delayed communication on things that could be brought up sooner. Thankfully, most issues that could evolve into fights are resolved because they do communicate and know to bring up potential misunderstandings before they grow into something harder to control

4.       Which of the two listens to old music and which one is more into the newer stuff?

Ebenezer and Constance both enjoy the works of Mozart, and Ebenezer particularly enjoys the works of composers from this Classical period. Constance enjoys music and orchestras, but is much more open to different genres of opera and theater. More often than not, she breaks him out of his comfort zone and encourages him to come with her to see a newer production.

5.       Who’s the first one to quit a new hobby because they’re not great at it on the first try?

Constance, just because of her lower self-confidence. To be fair, she is also the one who is much more likely to try new things in general, while Ebenezer tends to stay in what he sees as ‘his lane.’

6.       Who holds a grudge the longest?

Ebenezer will hold a grudge the longest. If his trust in someone is spoiled, it will be very difficult to rebuild, even if he tells someone they are ‘forgiven’.

7.       Who secretly knows all the lyrics to the other’s favorite songs but refuses to expose themselves?

Ebenezer. Once he learns about an opera she loves or a play she likes, he’ll learn the numbers to sing them or perform them on the piano.

8.       Who’s more likely to cry about a plant dying?

CONSTANCE. She is a terrible gardener, despite her best efforts. 

9.       Which of the two is the most outspoken?

Constance is much more extroverted and outgoing, but is also easily embarrassed. Ebenezer is more reserved, but also more confident.

10.     Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

Although Ebenezer is the more quiet of the two, he find it easy to open up to Constance and chat. He could talk for hours about projects or details of work, and Constance never cuts him off. Ever. In the same vein, he is always entertained and smitten when she rambles about topics she adores.

When it comes to getting a word in against a foe, Ebenezer is more likely to snap, and has done it before. 

11.     Who’s the most eager to have kids?

Ebenezer has always secretly wanted children, despite what happened to his sister in childbirth. Seeing Harry and Hela’s baby reawakened that desire of his to start a family.

12.     Which of the two rolls their eyes the most often?

EBENEZER. All the time, but never in a mean-spirited way.

13.     Who’s an open book and which one is more reserved?

Connie is the open book, and Ebenezer is more reserved. She goes all in, and he keeps his cards closer to his chest. This carries over into the bedroom as well, where Constance is often the one to...inspire new positions and actions.

14.     Who gets the most invested in their hyperfixations?

Ebenezer. He sometimes gets so engrossed in his work, projects, or other hobbies (particularly the detail-oriented ones, such as tabulating data for different accounts) that hours to an entire day will pass. Constance has to remind him to eat or rest sometimes, especially if he’d determined to meet a deadline.

“Have you eaten today?”

“Huh? Oh, um...I suppose I became distracted.”

“I had a feeling. Here, I brought you a pastry and tea. Can you spare a few moments for a break?”

“Heavens above, what would I do without you?” 

15.     Which one’s the first to help a stranger in need?

Ebenezer. He literally met Constance because she was wandering London in need of shelter. He offered her shelter when she was basically homeless, and that led to their entire courtship and romance.

16.     Which of the two is the most gullible?

Constance, but she knows she’s gullible. It’s mostly out of kindness rather than actual naivete.

17.     Which of the two acts bothered by the other one but secretly enjoys every second of it?

Ebenezer has a tendency to roll his eyes when Constance, well, acts like herself. She enjoys being theatrical, flirty, fun and being a little silly. The eye-rolls and sighs are all in good fun, with him more so playing along with the act rather than actually expressing discomfort or annoyance.

18.     Who’s more likely to get into a bar fight?

Ebenezer, likely because someone had the audacity to insult Constance or make a lewd joke at her expense. She, on the other hands, usually takes words/insults on the nose. A couple shots of straight vodka or gin helps take the edge off.

19.     Who’s the optimist and who’s the pessimist?

Ebenezer is quite the optimist since his redemption. While being a pessimist is in his nature, he tries to look on the bright side more often and keep his mind open to scenarios or events. Contrarily, Constance is an optimist naturally, but prone to depression, hopelessness and mania. Usually, if one is experiencing mania or sadness, the other can jump in.

20.     Who is the most amorous?

THEY ARE EQUALLY GUILTY. They both not only switch the roles of initiator and receiver, but also top and bottom.

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Midgardians say "Children are like pancakes; you always mess up the first one."

I'm unfamiliar with pancakes, and I have no knowlege of servant's duties, but it sounds as though pancakes are both disposable and of minimal value. Therefore, I must agree with the assessment that children are indeed like pancakes.

One must consider that for a king, children require minimal effort to create. It takes but a single act to get a child upon a queen, or for that matter any woman. In the event a king is unable to do so, it is just as simple to slaughter a race, invade a sacred place of worship and kidnap save an infant doomed to die of exposure. A death which the infant or the infant's parents were surely the cause of, and which had nothing at all to do with the recent actions of the king.

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Raising an only child has its benefits, though raising siblings together presents significant, distinct rewards.

When a king has but a single child, he can mold that offspring into a weapon of war. Together they shall lead campaigns throughout the Nine Realms, pillage and plunder every worthless little civilization, hoarding resource for themselves and leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.

All shall worship a king who has but one heir. All, unfortunately, but the heir.

I've learned over my many centuries that it's rather difficult to prevent an only child from becoming narsisistic. Particularly when the child is a princess of Asgard and the goddess of death.

We are all bound to make mistakes; it is how we right those wrongs that truly matters.

As stated previously, children are like pancakes. Having learned more about the lower lifeforms that inhabit Midgard, it seems the ideal method of addressing damaged pancakes is to have a servant throw them out.

By such reasoning, I ordered an elite force of warriors to imprison Hela so I never had to think about her again. She killed the entire batallion, and I must continuously siphon my power to maintain her imprisonment, but it's a small price to pay to keep her a secret and avoid awkward conversations, such as "what world will we ravage next?" and "why didn't you tell us we have a sister?"

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I started anew; fresh, with a son. And though I told Hela I no longer wished to fight wars or commit genocide, old patterns oft maintain themselves. Jotunheim began an ice age on Midgard, and it was a perfect excuse to put the Frost Giants in their place.

What's more, I obtained a tiny baby icicle to take home as a little brother for Thor. My new eldest was very young, so we told him all babies come from Jotunheim. I don't believe we ever got around to correcting that story...

As is custom, Frigga and I had received the birth and anointing announcements for Laufey's son. Thus, having slaughtered the child's mother and left his father dying in ruins of what had been a grand castle but days before, I decided to keep the child's name.

This served two purposes: I didn't have to come up with another name, and when I needed a bargaining chip in the future, Laufey would recognize it as his child, despite Loki's Asgardian appearance.

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When raising children together, one must always choose a favorite. For me, Thor was the obvious choice; he wasn't adopted or a monster.

A king must ensure not just his children, but all his subjects know which is the better child. Then courtiers might know one child is greater in every way; that despite brutish, stubborn incompetence, he deserves to inherit the throne, whatever the cost to the realm.

One may even do this subtly, by having the favorite child served first at dinner, always giving them better toys, or in the way they speak to their children.

Try these examples:

"Only one of you can ascend to the throne, but both of you were born to be kings." Simply growling when the lesser child tries to speak. Avoiding sleep until your adopted child has an exestential crisis, then choosing that very moment to take a nap. Remember, awkward conversations with children should be avoided at all costs. Putting a spell on a hammer in front of your adopted child, ensurring only people you consider worthy can pick it up. Your adopted child, by default, will never be worthy.

Each of these examples instills your favoritism, while simotaneously suggesting that you're simply parenting and governing, in a fair and reasonable manner.

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Targaryen Family Vacations. Like they go to Cancun or somewhere way too nice. Helaena brings her bestie who Aemond is OBSESSED with… The whole family loves this girl. Aemond won’t make a move because he’s a few years younger and thinks she won’t be into it. UNTIL his dear cousin Jace makes a move after everyone has had one too many drinks….. Then it’s Patchies Time to SHINE. Rest of the trip they’re sneaking into each other’s rooms.

omg they'd totally take you with them and pay for everything! 😉

• I can't think of a scenario where they'd spend holidays with Rhaenyra's children as well but maybe Viserys made them all go; he wanted his whole family to be there (it's a rare occassion like that). ofc everyone's mood is ruined because of all the tension. Rhaenyra doesn't understand what are you even doing there if you're not family but Viserys probably hasn't even realized that you're there because he doesn't give a shit about what his children with Alicent do.

• if you're Hela's friend (and her brothers', too) who is also close to their mum (which is obvious since she allowed you to go with them), you'd feel very uncomfortable when Jace hits on you. it would be hella awkward tbh, especially that everyone can see Aemond is clearly into you. Aemond would step in and "save" you from his nephew.

• he'd offer to walk you back to your room and he'd eventually confess his repressed feelings to you on your way there. you would shut him up with a kiss.

• but I don't think Aemond is a type of a man who would immediately want to sleep with you. I think for a first few weeks, you'd learn how to be comfortable around each other and how to show each other intimacy and affection in the way that works for you both. yes, you would probably sneak to each other's rooms a lot but i imagine it would be to cuddle and whisper sweet things to each other and gossip about all the drama that was taking place on that day. and lots of soft, still shy kisses.

• however, you are now his and Jace won't take you away from him. no one will. 🤍

• Alicent would be very happy for you both, she'd immediately notice. Hela would be shocked because she was the only one oblivious to everything going on between you two. Aegon would tease you a lot

• Jace would be jealous lol

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

I think you definitely can skip Season 2 of What If although I love the Hela episode.

I haven't watched but from gathered it's stuff of your nightmare with Peggy as the main focus of the season, I am not even an anti but there's definitely too much focus on her. They did my Stephen so dirty from what I heard so I am apprehensive.

Oh god, I read a summary of the episode after seeing your ask and it's even worse than I thought. Here's the link in case you want to check it out.

Stephen was glorious in Season 1 so what exactly is the point in ruining him in the next season? So they can act like their beloved Saint Margaret is better than him? So not only was he sidelined in MoM, now the only Stephen variant we know to have a wonderful arc and beautiful characterization has been ruined as well for nothing.

Not to mention this makes no sense and it's an absolute character regression for him. Stephen learnt his lesson in S1 and (I love her guts but) he is more than Christine, Marvel! It's like these writers can't see him beyond that.

And I'm a little tired of Stephen having to sacrifice himself or parts of his life. Give the man a break. They have him give up his life or his hands or his happiness... only to have characters treat him like a villain, mock his pain or blame him for no reason.

It's quite telling that Marvel is happy to focus on his mistakes and write him as a villain, but all his sacrifices, all the people he saves, all the pain he goes through in order to protect the Multiverse are completely disregarded like it's nothing. Do they even care about Stephen or is he just a guy who waves his hand and magical spells are cast?

What a waste. Thank you for warning me though, I appreciate it. 😉

[lokisprettygirl]

The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 42 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 43

Summary : The rich girl in you comes out for a moment and you fuck up.

Warning : 18+, Heavy Daddy kink, Smut, Unprotected sex, rough sex, Praise kink, Violence, Mentions of self harm, murderous thoughts, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I’m (loki is) developing, short chapter

When Loki took you to the bakery you felt extremely nervous, but he was there all along, stroking your back to calm you down, your supervisor taught you to differentiate between different boxes and you weren't supposed to mess up. 

"Okay I think..I get it" you mumbled to her and she nodded before she left

"You got this baby..just give me a call if you feel anxious okay?" He kissed you softly and you nodded

"I'm right here baby..right here with you" 

You wished you would have listened to him and talked to him about your worries, about your incompetence, about your inability to do even a simple task. You met Hela and she wasn't downright rude to you but you didn't feel you two could ever become friends either. Suddenly everything overwhelmed you and you felt as if you didn't just fit into this life.

For two days your minor fuckups were fixed by your supervisor Carol and Loki was there to calm your nerves but she was getting annoyed you could tell, on third day in her absence you fucked up majorly. The boxes that were supposed to be used for cookies were swapped with cupcakes and it ruined those cupcakes. A whole batch got ruined because you messed up, you should have just called Loki and told him that you fucked up but you felt ashamed and humiliated. 

When they realised what you had done, Nick called you and asked you if you were okay and willing to do this job because if not he could hire someone who actually wanted to be there, he wasn't rude but you felt offended nonetheless, your ego got bruised and the rich girl in your snapped at him, he looked at Loki so he apologized on your behalf and grabbed your hand to take you out of his office. 

"He can't talk to me like that" you huffed angrily and he turned his head to look at you,

"Well he can, he's your boss darling and he wasn't being rude or obnoxious, he just wanted to know if you were willing to work here" Loki said to you and you crossed your arms. You didn't know why you thought he'd take your side on this. 

"Fine..I'm going home" you said to him and he shook his head,

"You're not going anywhere without me, it's not safe out there baby..okay?" he was called back to work so he asked you to wait for him but the anger and humiliation you felt in the moment made you want to run away. At home when you got hurt by your dad and Steve, you hid yourself in your room, that was your safe space and after you met Loki, he became that space but now seeing him not stand by your side even when you were being irrational hurt you immensely. 

So like a spoiled child you did exactly what he asked you to not do, you sent him a message and you went home or you tried, but you couldn't find your way, you were never good with direction, you wanted to find the address on the map but you didn't even remember that. It was written on a paper and you never memorised it. 

You should have just gotten back to the bakery but your phone died and you felt too afraid to even ask the locals, in the fear that they'd recognise you. You haven't even memorised Loki's new phone number yet. That's when you realised that you had fucked up.

Loki was worried and shocked that you'd even attempt to do something so careless, you knew how dangerous it was to go out there on your own but you did it anyways, he opened his message and just the simple three words made his heart still,

"I am leaving, I can't do this anymore" maybe you just meant the day and the job but his mind told him otherwise, his fears came to life when he came home and he didn't find you. His eyes welled up, anxiety was building every second so he called you but your phone was turned off. He paced back and forth in the living room blaming himself for this, he knew how hard it was for you, if he was more supportive you'd still be here. If he was more loving you won't leave him. 

"Please be okay baby please be okay..I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" he cried as he mumbled to himself, he went down on his knees, panicking more and more as he looked around, feeling empty and hollow all over again. A memory from his past prickled his heart.

He was battered and bruised after his men had beat him to a pulp, barely awake when he heard Sameera's voice in his ears

"I am sorry Loki" his eyes fluttered but it was hard to see because of the blood dripping down in them.

"Truth is I never loved you, I only loved what you could do for me and you gave me that momentarily but then I didn't like it, I didn't enjoy what you gave me, I missed the money and being able to get whatever I wanted, go wherever I desired and you failed me, I'm sorry, I should have told you that" 

That was the last thing he ever heard from her before he passed out and fell into a coma.

"No she'd never leave me..she'd never hurt me like that, she's not her, she would never-- " his voice came out all muffled because it was getting harder for him to breathe. He couldn't even imagine you doing the same thing to him. You would never leave him like this, so he got up and decided to look for you all around the town, maybe you just got lost and your phone died. 

He went to all the places he had taken you in the last few days, the store, that one restaurant you really liked but he didn't find you anywhere. He was losing hope more and more, his mind screaming at him that he was abandoned again but he stopped to look at the gas station and that's where he found you, sitting on a chair all alone with a blank look on your face. 

You saw him but you didn't react, he didn't know what you were thinking so he walked towards you and sat down, you were relieved to see him, so relieved but you knew you had fucked up badly. For a good few minutes none of you said anything, he was angry, so angry and hurt and he didn't want his anger to get to his tongue. He didn't want to ruin this any further. He didn't want to lose you any more than he might have. 

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, your voice meak and sad, you turned your head to look at him and watched the tears slip past his cheeks, you tried to put your hand on his to comfort him but he pulled away and stood up.

"Are you going to come home with me? Or do you want to run away again?" He asked you stoically, his voice didn't carry the tenderness he had you spoiled with.

"I want to come home lo, I'm sorry I shouldn't have left, I should have listened to you" you weeped as you grabbed his hand but he pulled away again and started walking towards the car. He wanted to hold you and feel you around him, to make sure that you didn't abandon him too but he was beyond hurt and felt betrayed. He thought he had given you enough love that no matter what happens you'd come to him, he thought you'd talk to him but you ran instead. Anything could have happened to you, there were bad people around everywhere and you could have gotten yourself hurt, he could have lost you forever. 

He waited for you to sit inside and then drove off before you could say anything, no wonder Hela doesn't like you, and when she will hear about this, she'd hate you. All the rich girls are the same, spoiled by lavish lifestyle and treatment to see beyond that, you felt utterly foolish in the moment, a rash decision might have cost you his trust and you couldn't afford to lose that. 

"I didn't run Loki, I just wanted to get home, I just thought..I thought I would.. and my phone died and–" 

"Don't y/n.. just don't .. alright?" he cut you off mid sentence, your name sounded foreign coming out of his mouth because he always called you baby.

When you both reached home, he left again to grab dinner for you two and when he came back he didn't say anything to you, the way he was behaving was scaring you, you didn't want to lose him or the affection that you craved so badly. 

"Please talk to me" you walked towards him and tried to sit down on his lap but he shook his head, he was angry and he didn't want to say anything he won't be able to take back, but this stunt you pulled on him today had scared him, he was scared by your ability to just walk out on him. Just like she did. 

"Finish your food and go to sleep, I talked to Nick, he still wants you to work there..that only if you want to do it" he got up after he was done and went to the bathroom to take a shower, that's when he allowed himself to cry, how could you just run out there knowing the dangers and the circumstances. Why didn't you talk to him? 

When he came out, you were on the bed sniffing and he couldn't have that either, how could he ever sleep knowing that you were hurting? As he got in bed he wrapped his arm around and pulled you into him, he didn't say a word but his warmth was enough for now.

"I'm sorry loki..I'm sorry I never wanted to hurt you like this" 

"But you did" he mumbled and you nodded,

"How do I fix this? Please tell me what can I do? I can't take this lo, I can't –" 

"Go to sleep y/n..we will talk tomorrow" 

And you didn't argue for once, next morning when you woke up he was getting ready for work so you got ready too. You tried to kiss him but he pulled away immediately, his eyes gave it away, the sadness and hurt it held clenched your heart. 

On the way to the bakery he didn't say a word which was not like him at all. He always turned his head to look at you, compliment you for no reason or would just smile. 

When you reached the bakery he looked at you,

"Can I trust you to not leave without me?" His question hurt you deeply but you knew he wasn't being irrational, you couldn't even imagine the thoughts he must have had when he couldn't find you, maybe he thought that you abandoned him like Sameera did and you never wanted to put him through that pain. 

As Hela approached you two he smiled at her and bent down to hug her. Did she not know? Did he not tell her? You felt relieved but it also hurt you because he was all alone looking for you with several destructive thoughts in his head.

"Hello y/n" she greeted you so you bent down to hug her, she was taken aback for a moment but then she hugged you back. 

"I'll see you at lunch" Loki said to you and you nodded, well at least he talked to you. 

During lunch he sat in front of you but didn't say a word , he just ate silently, you could see how sad he seemed and you never wanted to hurt him like this after everything he has done for you, 

"Looo?" You called out to him and he hummed in response, didn't even look at you, then he got up and left once he was finished with his food. Your eyes teared up at the callousness, you have been ignored all your life so you were used to it but you didn't want him to do the same with you. When you both reached home, you hugged him tightly and he tried to pull away but your grip was strong, you won't let him ignore you anymore.

"I'm sorry lo.. What can I do? Please tell me..I can't..I can't lose you too..I don't have anyone..I just have you" your voice trembled and he couldn't take it, he couldn't make you feel that way, he had promised to always make you happy and he didn't want you to feel unloved even for a moment but he was so hurt by what you had done, he grabbed your shoulders to pull you away only to pull you closer to him again.

"Are you going to run away again?" 

"Never never I'm so sorry, I never wanted to run I promise, I just ..got angry" your voice choked on your tears as you spoke.

"Why?" He asked you and you looked down,

"You didn't take my side and I felt hurt" his eyes teared up more and you clutched onto the collar of his shirt to hide your face between the crook of his neck.

"I didn't take your side? When you were being a brat?" You looked at him and nodded as he said that.

"I'm sorry ..please" you cupped his cheeks to kiss him and he responded immediately, he picked you up in his arms and laid you down on the couch, he took his shirt off while you unbuttoned his jeans and his lips latched onto yours again, 

"Want me to fuck you? Answer in yes or no" you looked at him shocked, this was new, it was rough and passionate but not in a way that scared you, it comforted you instead.

"Yess please" 

As soon as you felt his cock inside, you couldn't help but smile, he placed his hands on the arms of the couch and used it as a leverage to thrust in and out of you, 

"Not on your side huh? All of this has been for you baby, I'd give up my whole life for you and you took off because I didn't take your side?" He whispered in your ear before he sucked on your neck softly. 

"I'd never..ever..ohhh daddy..I got lost I promise, I never wanted to run from you lo, I'd never leave you like that" you whimpered as the feeling he gave you in the moment confused you, he was upset you knew but he was also fucking you as if he'd never get to fuck you again. 

"Anything could have happened to you, do you have any idea how I would ever go on with my life without you? Living everyday knowing fucking too well that I failed you" his eyes teared up and he brought one of his hands to grab your chin and kissed you fiercely,

"You could never fail me lo, and I'm sorry I worried you and hurt you, I never wanted that..I love you lo..I love you so much daddy" 

You mumbled between the kiss and he grunted as his orgasm approached.

"And I fucking love you so never ever try that shit on me again or I'd lock you up here I promise you, I'd rather keep you bound then be dead out there" 

You tried to register his words and it made you cum, you knew he was upset and just saying anything, as soon as his anger would subside he'd melt into a puddle and probably apologise for this. But God you'd be lying if you say that this side of him didn't want you to stay at his feet all the time.

Once he got back to his senses he pulled out immediately and cleaned you up, he got a phone call and you asked him who it was but he said it was from Nick but you knew he was lying.

Then he put his clothes on and left the house, leaving you all confused. 

🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚

[luvtonys]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐌𝐂𝐔 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝗺! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: TW: Mention of Female parts, yandere, mentions of murder and violence, possessive/obsessive behavior, stalking, heavy mentions of NSFW, and mentions of baby-trapping, power abuse, blackmail, forced relationships, manipulation, and gaslighting

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𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑎- 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑅𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑘

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Feels that she as a goddess she has every right to your love and you she wants you to completely give yourself to her and she promises you’ll enjoy it. She’s so protective and doesn’t like when she feels that your drifting away from her because of someone wether that be a superhero of some sort trying to save you or your friends telling you how she’s too toxic for you. She won’t take lightly to it and make it her mission to end them for good.

With an ego like hers she loves hearing you call her your queen or mommy she so dominant no matter if your male or female she always wants to take the lead sexually and non sexually and finds it cute when you step up to her just to slouch back down. Being an Asgardian/ goddess and you most likely a human she always has her eyes on you and leaves the most beautiful jewels and expenses that money can’t even afford at your will. Even getting you lingerie as a female or some sort of submissive kinky gift as a male.

I can see her forcing you into a relationship with her if you ever fear her and turn down her romantic proposal stating that “You don’t have a chose, Darling” I all the way see her calling you darling or sweetheart if you are one. Or even saying “I’ll get you one way or another” Run… When it comes to you she doesn’t play she’s willing to go through the Valkyrie again to have you in her arms once again forever.

Her jealousy and anger may be one of your biggest fears seeing her ruthlessly kill people you love and care about with ease sparring no one anything but life. She is the main character in your story it should always be her you revolve around or constantly hang around. But things can go smoothly with her give her words of reassurance, don’t disobey her, and make sure other people around know who you belong to. I can see her enjoying a good steamy make out session and will put a knife through the heart of any mere mortal or announce that ruins any of her moments with you.

People even began to stir clear of you even drunk men/ women are smart enough to walk past you since seeing your face sends a shiver down everyone’s spine. Encountering you would mean encountering the goddess of death who no human wants to die at the hand of the ruthless and savage Hela. She has no heart for people or bother you or talk to you and people begin to learnt that quickly when Hela makes an unexpected appearance for herself she probably even rules earth by keeping people out of the way of her lovesick obsession.

She’s one of the people who see you as an possession more than a human with rights. She makes your decisions and decides what’s good for you and what isn’t like your family or the those people you call friends who are clearly just jealous that you have someone. She poisons your mind to make you believe that everyone around you doesn’t like you and only says things about her to keep you away from ‘someone he loves you more than anything in the universe’ she has strings attached to you that aren’t coming undone any time soon.

So except her to be the somewhat loving but manipulative type making you believe everyone is out to get and she just wants to protect you. She forces you to go to events to places with her while you arm and arm or hand hand she’ll kiss you a occasionally staring at the guy who was looking at you from across the room. She wants makes you submit to her. And doesn’t like you taking anyones word or advice before or over hers she’s the person with the say and opinions on you so as well as she can be loving she can also be toxic like above average yander toxic ready to kill someone’s for breathing her precious darling air. She views you as the most precious and priceless thing in the entire universe

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𝐸𝑟𝑖𝑘 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟- 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑃𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡

𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷

Erik is the type to be Protective, possessive, obsessive, delusional. He always ignores your attempts at telling him as you being shy. He definitely lays a claim on you treats you as a possession for himself that he can do what he wants with not r4p3 wise. I can see him with a D4ddy k!nk and totally likes it rough and also likes to have his hand on your throat during it while hearing the sounds he pulls out of you.

Let’s say you guys are a one night stand he’s gonna shoot his load inside while lying that the condom broke so when you find out that your pregnant from the pregnancy taste he gave you and the discarded plan B he destroyed he convinces you forces you to stay with him and raise the child together. He also uses your pregnancy as an excuse to stay with you at all times or isolate you at home ‘for your protection’ and even having making you move into his home with him. Which he has cameras stored in even the bathroom.

Erik can be very sweet and fluffy with cuddling you, stroking your hair, and telling you how much he loves you while hugging you from the back and caressing you hips and wrapping his arms around you. He still loves is obsessed with you. A lot of the times that he has hugged you from behind he purposely turns it into a make out session which then leads to other things in his bedroom. I feel like Erik tries to get it on a lot between the two of you it could go from suggestive but small touches on your waist, bottom, and breast to him thrusting his fingers up your 🐱.

Erik like I said is possessive and protective so if you ever wanna go to the club or a party with or without him your outfit will need to be approved by him since what he says goes wether you like it or not~ And if you don’t like how he won’t let you wear the skimpy outfit while with your friends, then you don’t need to go at all you can just stay home and bend over for him. This leads to him being too strict he always cracks down on you about being around guys or even interacting with one.

You shouldn’t even interact with a waiter at a restaurant you should let him do the talking for you when it comes to men. And if you don’t that’s a bloody mess that he’ll have to clean up which he won’t be happy about and a night you’ll you manipulated into thinking that it was your fault and h to at every guy he has killed for interacting to looking at you is your fault.

He even gaslights you into believing that you’re wrong and have gone crazy and he’s just taking care of you. If you question him on things or ask about the male friends you used to have he’ll simply bring it back on you and how you shouldn’t have brought them into his wrath in the first place

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𝑁𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟- 𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

Namor is so the one to force into a relationship with you especially after he lets you see his homeland giving him the perfect excuse to keep you there with him as his queen. And don’t want you up there by yourself as the surface dwellers aren’t good people and may take you from him. He will make you be able to breath under there like he can. If you ever do sneak above the water and onto the land he’ll know about it and with track you down with ease.

If he ever finds out that you are being held by authorities there will be a battle against them with his warriors and people that won’t back down. Best believe he will turn that land upside down for you and his people will too. He also isn’t at all by any means afraid to get his hands dirty as he considers the surface dwellers themselves, dirty and doesn’t want you around them much longer which may even lead to isolation and manipulating you into believing he really does know what’s best for you and that you don’t since the land people have tainted you for so long he is the one who is helping your out of that by making decisions for you and treating you as if your not an adult.

Namor does in fact require life from you if it isn’t given to him he’ll go wild. If he happens to mess things up in land or wherever he’ll blame you for making him feel such things. He’s a total sucker for love. Namor is so very delusional it’s crazy he is really convinced that you really belong to him and that you need him to help you with your tainted mind that was ruined by the land people. And as a king Namor can and will use this to his advantage and have his people keep you with him.

So not only do you have Namor on your heels but his entire nation of strong people who stop at nothing to make sure that your in his arms or in his sight at all times. Hell even threaten the safety of your family into you telling you how he wouldn’t want something to happen to your mother all because you didn’t want to let him love you if he ever did commit murder onto your family he’d make it be a lesson to you to give him what he wants and to not question his love obsession.

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𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛- 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑟

𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙

Loki as the God of Mischief would probably trick you into marrying or dating him or even mistaking you guys’s relationship as romantic when it could be platonic. He could trap you in his room after showing you Asgard after you asked about it. And as a mortal giving you the golden apple of immortality.

He loves to spoil you and treat you as his queen and even make other people treat you as such asgardian or earthlings he wants them all to treat you as the well-deserved treasure you truly are. I can see him also wanting to have little evil spawns of himself running around and growing inside your belly as it would be pleasing yo him and he feels that getting your belly big and painting your insides white with his sperm would sure lay his claim on you as his forever.

Since he believe Loki as the God he is believed that he deserves only the best a God to which he deems you as the best their is so therefore he deserves you. And if you don’t want to cooperate then he has no problem making you by magic or powers of other goodness or even scaring you into it gaslighting you and punishing you into believing everyone before him did not care nor love for you and he is the only one who has genuinely loved you.

He loves to make you think you’re going crazy as he watched you break down in tears it lets him know the true power and control he has on you which turns me on. He likes to know that he can break you really easily and likes to let you know aswell so you can get the idea and plans of escaping and leaving him out of your head or he’ll force them out.

[loveloki555]

Thor Ragnarok: Past

Recently I had a theory that the MCU creates a supposedly ''coherent timeline'', but it is not coherent.

I called it old MCU/new MCU.

The endpoint of the old MCU is Age of Ultron. I wrote a post on why Civil War isn't a sequel to this. Now I'm watching: What If.

We have a scene from Loki and Thor's childhood. Quite an interesting scene….because it could never have happened in the MCU until 2015…

When Loki uses casket, we know how he looks like:

So What if episode 7 showed us how look like this other past. Past in Thor Ragnarok. Loki uses the casket against his brother, freezing him. Not only does this not trigger the discovery of Loki's heritage, but it also agrees with Thor's words in Ragnarok that Loki stabbed him as a child.

And as children Loki and Thor were like this:

So Thor and Loki's past in the Ragnarok universe:

Odin had a bloodthirsty past and was even older than his Thor/Thor Dark World prototype. It was he who made that Asgard had gold to build the city. He had a child with an unnamed woman, Hela. After some time, he grew tired of conquests. He banished the original daughter. He had a new wife and a new son. War with Jotunheim in this universe... Laufey didn't abandon Loki and he wasn't a bastard. In the script of Thor 2011 there is a scene where Laufey admits that he abandoned Loki and that Loki is his bastard… so Loki in Infinity War cannot call himself the rightful king of Jotunheim… if he has legitimate brothers… of course not we know nothing about the law of bastards in the 9 worlds… but that's another clue showing that the Old MCU only lasted until 2015.

Of course, this scene did not appear in the film… but it shows the creators' intention… that Odin was not lying about Loki being abandoned. That Laufey hadn't lost Loki unjustly at all. He never wanted Loki. He abandoned him.

And in What if:

Loki was probably kidnapped. Laufey was grateful to get it back from Odin in this episode. This is the Thor Ragnarok timeline. So in this universe, Loki was Laufey's legitimate son, which makes what he said in Infinity War make sense.

Side note, look at Odin with Laufey…he is from the frescoes that Hela depicted…not from the Thor 2011 movie that we saw

And during this war Odin looked like this in Thor 2011:

That's why I wanted to tell you, that's why the events don't fit so well.

We never see the future of the original timeline of 2015. There, Thanos got the gauntlet from Asgard and wants to kill the Avengers. The gauntlet in Asgard was real, not fake. There Thor went to look for stones. There, Loki is still plotting on the throne. Bruce probably landed there near the Philippines, not on Saakar. Hela does not exist there, because literally Odin chronologically cannot have such a past and so on…

Other my posts from this series:

[the-princess-of-loki]

Mine- Chapter 1: Sakaar.

Summary and masterlist

Chapter 01: Sakaar

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Warnings: Smut, graphic description of smut, Minors DNI, possible spoilers of Thor: Ragnarok.

I was tied up in a metallic chair, which was moving in a kind of magnetic tape, with this stupid obedience disk on my neck, transported to meet this crazy man who called himself ‘Grandmaster’. I didn’t know where in the Nine Realms I was, I didn’t think there was any information about survivors who had been thrown out of the Bifröst. I didn’t care much either. Loki was gone, Thor was gone and Hela was on Asgard probably ruining it to the ground. I couldn’t believe my eyes when my chair stopped moving: after all that darkness, there was music and colours and laughter everywhere. I blinked several times to adjust to my new surroundings. When I was ready to look around me, Loki was standing in front of me, a glint of concern in his green eyes. Before I was able to say or do something, a strange voice appeared out of nowhere.

“Do you two know each other?” I turned my head from Loki to see an old man dressed in a colourful robe. Immediately, I didn’t like him. I didn’t know why.

“Yes, Grandmaster,” Loki interfered before I was able to say something. “Quite frankly, Åse is my wife. Would you be so kind as to release her?” I looked at Loki surprised but he told me with just one look to shut up and follow along. I bit down my lower lip as I always did when I was nervous.

“You haven’t mentioned a wife in all the weeks you’ve been here, Loki. And you seemed fine to interact with…us,” The old man’s eyes shone. Loki changed his weight from one foot to the other.

“I am sorry, Grandmaster. I thought my wife had passed away and I was mourning. I did not know how to cope with the pain, I apologise for my behaviour,” Loki was using his best charisma and lying skills and it seemed that he had that old man wrapped around his finger. Not surprising at all. “But, please, do not punish my wife because of me. Would you be so kind as to release her? I will be forever grateful,” Loki looked at him through his eyelashes and I had to admit that even I would have given him whatever he desired.

“I will release her…under the condition that you show me that you two are married for real,” Loki nodded and looked at me while I was being released from that chair. 

Those who didn’t know Loki as I did, would believe in his full of love face as he was looking at me. However, even when we had a lot of history together, I knew he was buffing. He didn’t love me, not as I love him. And I was with Thor…or at least were. What happened to him? If Loki and I were alive, then maybe he had a chance. It didn’t matter, though. He would probably go back to Asgard, try to kill Hela all by himself, and get killed in the process. I needed to survive here and it seemed that Loki had a plan.

We were both taken to another room and the guards that had accompanied us closed the door after us. We were alone in a blue room, with nothing else than a bed there. After a long sigh, Loki grabbed me and hugged me tight against his firm and lean body. I sighed too and hugged him tightly. I let some tears go down my cheeks and Loki caressed my long red hair which was tied up in a long braid. I always wore my hair braided when I was in a battle.

“What do we do now, Loki? Thor probably went back to Asgard to fight Hela by himself, and we’re here…” I sobbed while speaking in a whisper.

“I know, Åse. I would have never imagined that you would end up here, too. And now we have to…” Loki left the sentence hanging in the air, whispering as well.

“What do we have to do?” I asked, looking at him confused. He made a face. He pulled my face closer to him and left his lips next to my ear.

“I convinced the Grandmaster not to look at us while we are here, but I am pretty sure he is listening to everything we say. Except for this, since we are whispering, of course,” Loki pulled back a little, “My love, I am so happy to be with you again,” he said in a loud voice. “I thought that we were going to be reunited in Valhalla,” after saying that, he once again put his lips next to my ear. “The Grandmaster will be expecting us to have sex soon.”

“Is that what he meant when he said we needed to show him we were truly married?” I asked in a whisper as well, leaning into him.

“Yes. We can fake it, but I am sure that he will know it somehow. I’ll leave it up to you, Åse. You know that I’m always up to have sex with you, but if you want to fake it, I’ll respect you.”

“Let’s do it.”

I didn’t give it much thought because I knew that I was going to back away if I did. Loki may be hedonistic, but he would never force me to have sex with him. I knew him since we were nothing but children, we had our ups and downs -mostly downs-, but I knew he was a good person. Even when he was being mind-controlled by Thanos, he didn’t hurt me as much as he could have.

I walked towards the bed, glimmering away my clothing with my seiðr. Even when I was the Goddess of the Elements, I knew how to use basic seiðr since Queen Frigga had taught both Loki and me everything. I sat on the bed, waiting for Loki to join me.  I looked at him with one raised eyebrow when he just stood where he was looking at my naked body. We have seen each other in all kinds of nakedness, we even had our first time having sex together. That was long ago, but still. 

Loki walked towards me getting rid of his new leather armour and cape with his seiðr as well. He laid on top of me in the bed, supporting his weight on his hands that were at each side of my head and gave me one last look, trying to analyse me with his piercing green eyes. And he was able to do it: he could do it since we were children. He could read me like a book. 

After a few seconds, he joined our lips in a heated kiss. I couldn’t help but moan at his kissing technique and he answered with another soft moan. I erased every thought from my mind and focused only on feeling. Loki is the best lover I ever had, so I was completely sure that I would be having a good time if I just let myself go.

Loki let one of his hands wander in my body, touching every spot he knew that got me going. His cold hands on my bare skin again got me shivering as his tongue entered my mouth and played with mine. He pinched one of my nipples with two of his fingers making me moan. Loki let my mouth go as he kissed my neck, my collarbone, and my breastbone until he reached my other breast. He licked, sucked and bit my nipple softly while his fingers played with the other.

“Is this foreplay really necessary?” I asked him in a whisper, moaning again when he sucked my nipple harder.

“Yes, I don’t want you to be pained. Maybe you don’t believe me, but I care about you, Åse,” Loki answered me while his hand left my nipple and went down my body until he reached my core which was already wet. He found my clit in no time and started to rub it, making me moan again.

“Oh, Loki, you are the best lover I’ve ever had,” I didn’t intend to say that out loud but it was out of my mouth before I could think about it. He looked at me for a second before chuckling. His lips were next to my ear but his hand didn’t stop his circling motions on my clit.

“Is that so? Better than my dear brother?” He whispered that stupid question and decided that was the best moment to put two of his long fingers inside me and curl them, rubbing my g-spot with every rub.

“Yes, Loki! The best!” I answered arching my back and moaning at his touch.

He knew I was completely at his mercy, he could ask anything of me and I would have given it to him. I didn’t lie though: he is a better lover than Thor. But I didn’t want to think about that. Luckily for me, Loki didn’t push the matter any further. What he did push was his fingers inside me and then he added a third one. I looked at him and he just chuckled before removing his fingers from me. I couldn’t help but whimper at the loss even if I was begging for it. Loki looked at me intently while he entered me in one swift motion. I moaned loudly and threw my head backwards the most that the pillow would allow me. Loki bit down my collarbone to hide his moan, but I heard it anyway. I loved his moans, they were so deep and guttural as if I woke up the animal inside him. I put my legs up and crossed them behind his back as my nails scratched his upper back. He started to move, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me and then thrusting back with full force, hitting my g-spot. Oh, how I missed the way he fucked me. Nobody has ever fucked me the way he did. Loki was a master of sex. Even during our first time, he knew exactly what to do.

He thrust inside me with expertise and soon enough both of us were moaning loudly losing all the sanity we had left. It was always like that when we united our bodies. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the tale tell sign in my ankles that I was about to cum. The tickling sensation in my ankles went up my legs until it reached my belly. I warned him but he kept going until I reached my climax with a loud moan of his name. He followed me a few moments later and I felt his hot seed filling me. My body felt wobbly after such an intense orgasm. Loki rolled out to lay beside me on the bed while he stabilised his breathing.

“I don’t think that will be enough,” He whispered turning his head to look at me. I looked back at him confused.

“Hum, thank you?” Loki chuckled.

“No, dear, I don’t mean that. You know that having sex with you is great no matter the circumstances,” I rolled my eyes, even when I knew he was absolutely right.

“Then, what is it?”

“I don’t think that the Grandmaster will believe us with just sex. We will have to pretend around him and at all the parties. Just follow me, alright? I will find a way to get his security access codes and take us out of here,” I nodded.

“I believe you,” And I did. Even after everything we went through, I really believed in him. Even when nobody else did.

“I don’t think he’ll ask us to have sex anymore. Surely to join his orgies, but if we behave like a married couple then we have every excuse to decline,” he gave me a side glance. “Selv om du ser ut til å kose deg masse med meg,” I punched him lightly on the shoulder while I felt the heat going up to my cheeks.

“Stop praising yourself, menace. It’s just sex,” I shrugged.

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 After we had been for some weeks in this chaotic place, another surprise came up. Thor appeared tied down in one of those chairs. Loki and I have been the whole time convincing everybody that we were as in love as possible. The Grandmaster didn’t ask us to have sex again, but we needed to pretend in front of him. That is why I was looking at my boyfriend completely relieved that he was alive, holding his brother’s hand and arm. Thor looked at us with confusion in his blue eyes and I just shook my head slightly.

Please, let it go, I begged even when I knew that he couldn’t hear me. He and I could never have that connection. Loki answered all the questions about Thor the Grandmaster asked him but did little to nothing to help his brother’s case. The God of Thunder was sent with the rest of the fighters as he was going to fight the Grandmaster’s big champion tomorrow and I asked for a private room with Loki. It wasn’t difficult to get one and once we were alone, I yelled at him so much that my vocal cords ended up hurting. I knew they didn’t get along for a long time now, but they were still brothers, for Norns’ sake. I knew that Thor was confident because he had never lost a fight in his whole life, but he couldn’t risk it. Not like that, when he was still mourning his father. One cannot make the right decisions when one is suffering from so much pain.

Loki heard all my yelling without saying a word and when I couldn’t speak anymore he sighed and projected us where Thor was. The blond was on his knees, praying for his father’s soul to reach Valhalla and we both joined him out of respect. It was no secret that neither Loki nor I were mourning the Allfather’s death, but Thor was really grieving. When the older finished praying, he and his brother started to bicker at each other until Loki’s projection was gone.

“Thor, don’t listen to him. Loki and I are working to get out of here, and you’ll come with us too, I promise,” I said when we left alone, kneeling in front of him but not touching him so my projection wouldn’t vanish.

“I trust you, Åse,” Thor answered me with a severe face. I bit down my lower lip.

“Do you?” I asked in a whisper, gnawing my lower lip again when I wasn’t talking.

“Yes, I do. Probably you had to do some things here that I won’t like, but it’s a survival game, I guess,” He shrugged. His cold attitude was worrying me.

“Thor, please tell me that you’re going to fight with all your might tomorrow.”

“When have you known me to back down?” he half-smiled at me. “Go now, nobody can see you here. I will be alright and then we both are going back to Asgard to kick my older sister’s ass,” I chuckled.

“Count me in. I may be an orphan, but you have a really strange family, have you noticed it?”

Thor chuckled and then reached out for me with his hand, making my projection disappear. When I came back to the private room Loki and I shared, he was nowhere to be seen. I sighed and went after him.

[tyrannuspitch]

re: discussion of anti-imperialism in ragnarok: something i think is pretty striking about t3 in contrast to previous thor films (and avengers 2012) is the total absence of the perspective of any victims of asgardian imperialism.

those three films give us a variety of perspectives, including but not limited to:

jane, a human, as a main character and love interest, and thor beginning to overcome his anti-human prejudice as key to his redemption

jotunheim initially depicted as monsters, but then revealed to be victims, and their demonisation to be part of their victimhood

loki as both victim and perpetrator of imperial violence; a stolen child who was groomed to redirect his self-loathing onto others, now doing exactly that

humanity defending against invasion as protagonists and (in the avengers) the majority of the cast

malekith as both victim and perpetrator of imperial violence; a brutally defeated rival of asgard's returning to exact revenge both on asgard and on the universe they were competing to control

and like, these films are definitely not perfect. but there is always at least one major character for whose life asgardian imperialism has ruined or could ruin during the course of the film.

whereas in ragnarok...

the jotuns, the dark elves, and all of asgard's other rivals and victims are absent - except a brief appearance of surtur, who is treated straightforwardly as a dragon to slay.

one human (bruce) is there, but his humanity, iirc, goes basically unremarked upon, and earth is not important.

loki is still there, but his past is brushed under the rug.

hela is a thematic focal point, but, unlikely loki (who she's clearly meant to mirror), she's only a victim of interpersonal abuse, not of imperial violence, because she's just asgardian royalty and nothing else.

valkyrie is a new character who was traumatised by hela's imperialism... but only because she was a soldier of asgard at the time.

like... do you see the void? the whole film is about how asgard's imperial past impacts the royal family and citizens of asgard. we're told ABOUT violence in a distant, almost mythical past, but we don't witness it. we're told to associate that dark past almost exclusively with hela; we're led to exonerate odin as a good king who learnt from his mistakes; we're introduced to val as a warrior from that exact era without the matter of her participation EVER coming up; and we're almost retconned into believing that thor and loki *didn't* participate in asgardian imperialism (outside of loki's villain arcs) even though that's exactly what we saw in thor 1.

the one group of victims we *do* see are the victims of the *grandmaster's* tyranny, a category which includes thor, loki, bruce and val to various extents... but again, isn't that odd? we see asgardians as victims, but we don't see the victims *of asgard*?

i'm not saying this is necessarily Evil or whatever, just poorly thought-out. but still... once you see it, it's a pretty glaring oversight, isn't it?

[hela-avenger]

it’s not you, it’s me- final

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1765

Summary: Natasha won’t quit trying to set you up so you decide to play fire with fire. Hence making a deal with an insufferable prince who interestingly enough is willing to fake being in love with you for the rest of the night. Of course when dealing with the God of Lies things are never as they seem. Fake-Dating AU. p&w AU.

A/N: Every time I think I’m going to have time to write and post something on a scheduled manner something always comes up to ruin that. So sorry for leaving y’all hanging and I’m just gonna stop making false promises. 

P.S. I’m tagging the p&w people so if you’ll like to be taken off pls do let me know!

General tags are open!

it’s not you, it’s me masterlist & poison & wine masterlist

Bucky almost seems the same with the exception in the way he carries himself. Once confident and jovial, he’s become more quiet and humble. Someone who would rather spend his time in the outskirts of a party than in the middle of it all. 

It explains why you hadn’t seen him until now. He waited for everyone to be gone before coming down. 

“You really haven’t changed,” Bucky states once you receive your drinks. He motions for you to take a seat at the bar and so you do. “You look exactly the same as the first time I met you.” 

“I’m pretty sure I was covered in mud and grime when we first met,” you recall. “So I would consider this an upgrade.” 

“Right,” Bucky lets out a short laugh. “But still, it’s nice to see that some things haven’t changed.” 

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Steve was relieved when he saw me again. It helped him to have some piece of his life back even though everything was turned inside out and upside down for him. I assume it’s the same for you after… well, after what you’ve been through.” 

Bucky goes silent and stares into his drink solemnly.

“We don’t have to talk about that,” you offer up to him. “I’ve heard enough and you don’t need to relive any of those details. I’m just happy that chapter of your life is over.” 

“Cheers to that,” Bucky mutters, clinking his glass with yours before taking a drink. “So, onto livelier topics, how about, uh, we talk about you?”

“Please don’t tell me you want to know my true age.” 

“That is actually the only thing I wanted to know,” Bucky jokes. “Rude? I know, but I just…” 

You shove him but Bucky doesn’t move an inch. 

“I’m older than you and that’s all you need to know.” 

“Ok,” Bucky nods. “And you’re… Steve said half-human, half-Asgardian?” 

“Yes,” you answer. “A demi-god to make it simpler.” 

Bucky takes a second to register the information. 

“Huh, after all I’ve been through I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around that.”

“Yeah, being in the presence of a God tends to render people speechless.”

“No, it’s not that exactly. It’s more about the fact that I was dating one that’s blowing my mind.”

“Well, dating seems like a reach…”

“Please don’t ruin this for me,” Bucky interrupts, causing you to laugh at the growing blush on his cheeks. “This is the peak of my existence. Nothing I ever do or have done will outshine this moment in our history. A rascal of a boy from Brooklyn having dated the daughter of Aphrodite herself.”

“Ever the flirt, Barnes,” you giggle. “ I never really stood a chance against you.”

There’s a silence that follows. It’s comfortable at first, but you both inevitably look away. As if you both realize how easy it was to fall back into old ways but how unfamiliar the motions felt now. 

Bucky’s hand reaches for yours and you go still. You hadn’t realized you had been fidgeting with the half-empty glass.

“We might look the same but we’re completely different now, huh?”

There is a sudden wave of grief that lapses over you. It takes you by surprise seeing as he’s still right next to you. You feel the warmth of his hand and watch his chest rise and fall with each breath. He’s not gone, but you lost him all the same. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize to him. “It seems like the passing of time has indeed taken another victim.” 

“I know,” he whispers as he lets your hand go. “I’m just an echo of the man I was back then.”

“It’s not you,” you sigh. “It’s me.”

You half-smile at him and lean into the palm of your hand. 

“I’ve always kept you at a distance. For your sake, but mainly for mine. I… I can admit now that I was selfish with you. I was lonely and afraid of my mortality and I needed a way out of that and it was you. You are…”

There is a knot in your throat but you fight through it 

“You are a light, Bucky. In the darkness I was in, you were the light at the end of that very long tunnel. That hasn’t changed and it will never change. So thank you for sharing that glow with me in the time I needed it the most.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing I’ve ever been told in my entire life,” Bucky answers breathlessly. “Always know how to punch the air out of my lungs.”

“It’s the truth,” you tell him. 

“I sense a but coming though…”

“No, there is just an apology left to say because I am sorry that we can’t pick up where we left off. At the moment you need some light of your own, I can't be that for you.”

Bucky smiles in response, “I never expected us to return where we left off. I have too much baggage and I’m sure you’ve moved on from me a long time ago.” 

“I-” you stammer out. “I mean-”

You don’t know why your gaze shifts toward the balcony and you go silent when you realize that it's empty now. 

Where did Loki go?

You can’t help but search for him and find him speaking to his brother before making his way out.

“Buck, I’m sorry, but I have to go…”

Bucky is quick to notice where you focus has gone to and simply smiles once again. 

“Go,” he tells you. “You should go.” 

“Thank you. I’ll explain everything later,” you promise him as you get out of your seat. 

“I prefer you didn’t,” he jokes. “But seriously, go. I’ll tell everyone you had to leave.” 

You whisper your gratitude again before slipping away from the room. You don’t miss the smirk Natasha gives you as you run down the hallway. You watch as the elevator doors are closing and shout for Loki to hold them. 

He doesn’t. 

It doesn’t matter though as you manage to slip through the closing elevator doors. 

“Well that’s awfully rude of you,” you say as you try to catch your breath. “No wonder people think you’re unapproachable.” 

Loki just glares at you, “What are you doing?” 

“Chasing after you if it isn’t obvious,” you answer. “You left without saying goodbye to me.” 

“I didn’t realize I had to.” 

His demeanor is cold and you wonder how you manage to fall back onto square one. 

“I wish you had,” you tell him. “Save me from running after you in these heels.” 

Loki’s scowl doesn’t soften, instead he breathes out of his nose loudly. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks. “You were clearly enjoying your time with the soldier. Why are you here with me now?”

“Because you-” you whisper trying to figure out why your mouth has suddenly turned dry. “Because we…”

You don’t know how to put what you’re feeling into words. It was as if you were being pulled into a riptide. Just being pulled and dragged in all different directions. This was all so new to you. Staying instead of running away.

“Because I don’t want this night to end,” you answer. “So I thought we could um- go get dinner maybe?” 

“Dinner?” Loki asks in surprise. 

“Yeah, dinner,” you repeat. “I know this taco truck two blocks away.”

“Tacos?” 

“Loki, why are you repeating everything I say?” 

“Because I’m trying to make sense of what’s happening.” 

The doors to the elevator open and Loki sighs before moving to leave. You’re quick to block him.

“What are you doing now?” 

“I’m trying to talk to you and you’re shutting me down so I’m really doubting what I’m actually doing right now because I really thought we had something going but maybe I read everything wrong. Oh God, now I’m mortified.”

You step away and allow Loki his much desired departure.  

He takes a step forward and stops right in front of you. You’re afraid to look up but you can feel his gaze settled on you. 

The elevator doors close again and he’s quick to push the lobby button. 

“Tacos, you said?” 

“Yeah,” you whisper when you finally muster the courage to look up at him. The scowl is gone and his face has softened once more. “Yeah and maybe we could um… we can talk about Asgard.”

“Just Asgard?” he repeats with a grin.

“Yeah, Asgard,” you answered with a laugh. “We can talk about Asgard and more of our childhood traumas and…”

“Can I just kiss you now?” 

“Yes, please.” 

Loki’s delicate as he pulls your face up and presses his lips on yours. The tension that was all over your body disappears as you realize this was exactly what you were looking for. You melt into him and he’s quick to hold you upright as his lips continue to dance upon yours. 

He pulls away too soon for your liking but he doesn’t go too far. You feel his nose bump against yours. His warm breath fanning over your face. 

“What are you waiting for?” you whisper. “Kiss me again.” 

Loki just sighs as he tucks some loose strands away.

“Just let me admire you,” he answers. “I thought I would never get to have you like this.” 

He laughs quietly.

“I was trying to be selfless, you know.”

“You were?” you ask surprised. 

“I saw you with… Bucky and I couldn’t intrude in your happiness.”

“He’s just a friend,” you explain to him. “I am happy to see him but it’s a different kind of happiness.” 

“And what do you feel about me?” 

The elevator doors open and you can’t help but step out onto the lobby. Loki’s quick to follow after you, pulling off his coat with the intent of placing it over your shoulders before you step outside.

“I can tell you more about my feelings on the way to the taco truck,” you tell him. “Or maybe…” 

“Maybe what?” Loki asks as he catches up to you. His coat is placed on your shoulders before he opens the door. 

“Maybe I can show you.” 

You’re quick to push up on your toes and place a chaste kiss on his lips before grabbing his hand and leading him down the road. 

“So about that trip to Asgard,” you begin. “How soon can we go?” 

“We could go now if you desire.”

“Later,” you tell him as you look up at the distant stars. “I wanna stay here a little longer.”

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༺Yes, the past can hurt Pt.1༻

Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x reader

Summary: you are Scrooge’s long time friend, and from your perspective, Scrooge has just been the most perfect friend anyone has asked for, until he changes. Harry pokes the bear a few times, and suddenly, you tell your life story.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warning: Angst, Arranged Marriage

A/N: first Tumblr story! Sorry if it’s a bit awkward in some areas, and how rushed it might feel, but I really hope you enjoy it! Just realized I may have forgotten to accommodate for Hela’s accent and I apologize dearly.

The ice-cold floors of London shimmer as they blanket the streets, far and wide. The snow crunches under people's shoes as they walk. Townsfolk spoke to one another as a feeling of festivity launched itself into the atmosphere.

Christmas was tomorrow, and you had been with a dear friend of yours, Harry, spending your lonesome holiday there. It was somewhat of a party. A Christmas party to celebrate the season. Everyone was enjoying themselves until a toast was made.

A toast to someone you hadn't been very fond of for years. When Harry began his speech you had snuck out of the room, and stood alone for a few moments, before returning to finish the party strong, and finish it strong you did.

Once the party was over you felt rather glum, so Harry came to ask what was the matter. You could only respond with so much. “Mrs. (L/N) is everything alright? You seemed so low after my toast.” His concern garnered a warm feeling in your chest.

His wife Hela came along as well, sitting next to you with a soft hand on your shoulder. “I'm sorry if I ruined the party for you, Harry.” Harry shook his head. Placing a hand on her shoulder opposite his wife. “Oh heavens no! I just want to make sure you're alright.”

Hela leaned forward, to catch (Y/N)’s eyes as they looked toward the ground. “(Y/N), we are here to listen. Share what's on your mind.” their eyes met and (Y/N) smiled, her joy returning to her heart, but not for long.

(Y/N)’s eyebrows furrow deeply as she spits out her one thought. “That Scrooge makes me so angry, he used to be a good man, and yet, because of that old scum Jacob Marley.” Harry’s eyes widened at the statement. Shuffling in his seat as he's anxious with another question.

Hela seems to steal his question before he could ask. “You knew Scrooge? Before he became…Scrooge?” (Y/N) groans crossing her arms as she formed her next words carefully in her head. Hela and Harry patiently waited.

“To put it plainly, yes I knew Ebenezer before he became Mr. Scrooge. In fact, I've known him since we were children.” She sighs as she begins telling the story of her and Scrooge’s past. A knot found itself in her stomach.

———

There were barely any people around this time of year, all trying their best not to freeze to death on the roads. (Y/N), however, was not confined to her home. The cold winter air makes her shiver at night. The smell of baked goods made her stomach growl, and the colorless world made her feel gloomy, but her spirit never left.

The sky was cloudy, empty, and grey. As was every sky in recent months, but today was different. (Y/N) was sent to find a person she didn't quite remember the name of. Honestly, she was just wandering London’s snowy streets until she found someone who could help her.

She decidedly looked at the note, then looked up again. “Mr. Jenkins. He sounds familiar. He must be the kind man who makes toys!” she recalls. She suddenly feels the note in her hand fly away. In a panic she follows it, reaching up for it.

She follows the flying letter until she winds up tripping on her foot and falling into the pavement. She lifts her head, seeing the paper fall to the ground. She stands up, wiping the snow off her face and arms, before noticing a boy lifting up her letter.

“Mr. Jenkins?” he says softly. He makes eye contact with (Y/N) “is this your letter?” she looks around for a moment, and then nods. A light blush dusted her cheeks.

The boy walks up to her with a smile, handing her the letter. She can’t help but notice his big blue eyes. “What's your name?” he asks simply in response she stammers out her introduction to him. Her blush deepened. Oh, how embarrassing it is to be her. The boy simply smiles “it's nice to meet you (Y/N) I'm Ebene-” he's cut off by an urge to sneeze. When he sneezes he finishes his sentence “Ebenezer Scrooge, it's a pleasure.”

(Y/N) could barely hold in her giggle. “A pleasure to meet you as well, Ebesneezer Scrooge!” Ebenezer seemed to take offense to the name, yet he let it go. “Where are you going? Sneezer?” It doesn’t take long for Ebenezer to realize that her previous shyness shouldn’t have been taken for granted.

He looks at the time, he’s actually quite early. “I’m on my way to work.” He hugs himself as he continues forward. (Y/N), a bit puzzled, follows him. “Work? You're far too young to have a job.”

“Hm? Oh well, I’m the only one who can truly provide for my mother and sister in this moment and time.”

“Why not your father.”

“My father’s in debtor’s prison”

“Oh.”

“Why are you following me?”

“Because I'd like to be friends, and I don't know where Mr. Jenkins lives.”

Ebenezer stops in his tracks. Checking the time once more. Then he looks back at (Y/N) “I'll show you the way, are you new here?” he asks her. (Y/N) nods explaining how she's lived there for half a year now, and things are still quite new. Thus, the letter is safely delivered, and the two part ways, but that's not the last time they see each other.

For years to come, (Y/N) walks Ebenezer to work, and they soon become closer than most. Becoming almost as inseparable as Scrooge. It didn't take (Y/N) long to catch feelings for him.

———

“You. Had feelings for him?” asked Harry. He shook his head “that's not possible. Was he that nice before I was born?” Hela sent her husband a glare. Harry retreated promptly.

“Did you tell him?” she asked her. (Y/N) sighs before she admits, she never did, but God knows she tried.

———

Attempt 1: love letter.

(Y/N) and Ebenezer, now older, were walking with one another to Ebenezer's Job when (Y/N) handed him a letter. “Read this, when you get home that is.” Before Ebenezer could take it. A gust of wind tosses the letter out of (Y/N)’s hand and knocks it into a puddle.

(Y/N)’s flabbergasted expression warrants a sad one from Ebenezer. “I'm so sorry (Y/N), do tell me what was in that letter?” She combs back her hair and turns to Ebenezer. “uh…just a list of groceries to keep in mind next time you go…shopping!.” she grins awkwardly.

Attempt 2: a hidden message

(Y/N) knew Ebenezer wasn't the smartest, but still tried this method anyway. She wrote a letter, with certain letters capitalized, it was a simple “I think you're greater than most” message, however, it failed tremendously when (Y/N) didn't know what to write about.

“Thank you for the letter (Y/N) but what do you mean by…Horses lashing out at kite slugs?” Ebenezer asked later after the letter was delivered. His blue eyes shimmering against her own. (Y/N) laughs impatiently, but who could blame the man, that could sound scary to a multitude of others.

Attempt 3: get it over with.

“Sneezer!” she shouted as she jogged, stopping next to him as he bought something from the Market, “oh miss (Y/N)! A pleasurable surprise, is everything alright?” He walks up to her and the two meet halfway.

She heaves as he asks that question. “I'm fine, perfectly perfect, especially on a day such as this.” she took a step closer to him, a smile on her face as she spoke. “Ebe…Sneezer. I just wanted to let you know that I…I…I would like to-” the sound of a slap alerts both (Y/N) and Ebenezer.

The slap had hit a horse in the rear, and the horse was supposed to be attached to a cart, but unfortunately, the rope hung loosely below (Y/N)’s feet. When said horse was ready to run, the rope itself would tie around her ankle. She looks at Ebenezer and frowns “ah Humbug.” she's dragged off as the horse ran. Ebenezer and a few others gave chase.

———

“So I gave up.” Hela couldn't help but laugh at the last story, how unreal it felt. Harry patted his friend’s shoulder. “I'm sorry all that happened (Y/N).” he pulls her in close.

“Don't be, God just didn't want me to love then, and didn't want me to love later either.” Hela raises a brow at the statement. “What do you mean?” (Y/N) frowned. Shifting to a more comfortable position.

Hela, and Harry’s attention still on (Y/N) “My father got tired of me waiting for someone, and arranged for me to marry a man by the name of James Lincoln. That same year he met Isabel.”

———

(Y/N) watches as Ebenezer paces with a grin on his face. He's been talking non-stop about his new “friend” Isabel. “She just…I can't even name it!” he said joyously. His joy infected (Y/N) with her own sense of joy, but it wasn't the same, it was blanketed with selfish sadness.

“Sounds to me like you two are seeing each other like you're in Love!” that word made (Y/N) grimace internally, but she dealt with it. “Oh no…that's not possible! Besides, Isabel wouldn't love me the same way…would she?” he looks at (Y/N) who sits wide-eyed.

The bench she was sitting on moved slightly as she shifted her weight. “I don't know,” she says indifferently, and Ebenezer sort of looks at her longingly for a moment before his eyes lit up, grabbing her shoulders. “I'm going to go find out. Good luck with your engagement (Y/N)” he turns and rushes away, to find Isabel.

Oh, right. That. Her wedding was in less than a month and she was terrified of what it entailed, and where it would lead her. But she knew one thing. She'd be leaving a week before the wedding, Christmas day, and she had to tell Ebenezer before it was too late.

Days went by, and Ebenezer and Isabel became one, and (Y/N) was forced to spend more time with Isabel, and soon became another close friend of Fezziwig’s. Fezziwig is smart but not as smart as his wife.

Flora Fezziwig had a knack for picking out one’s emotions before one can even act on them. (Y/N)‘s sad eyes and clumsily loving looks toward a cheerful Ebenezer, never went overlooked by the patient woman.

(Y/N) was surprised when Flora stopped by her home, offering a walk through the streets to speak to her. During that walk she read (Y/N) like an open book, flipping through every page without a single paper cut. They stopped at a bench and spoke for a while longer-

———

“When are we going to meet James?”

“Harry!”

Harry covers his mouth and silently apologizes as his wife stares daggers into him. (Y/N) laughs and continues.

———

“You’re in love with Ebenezer.” Asks Flora.

(Y/N) is offended by the accusation. “What now?! I’m engaged.”

“So what? I’ve heard plenty of your relationship with that man and it’s never good, besides you don’t have to be single to be in love with someone else, it’s sad but it’s true.” She admits. A sigh escapes her as she squeezes her dress. (Y/N) mirroring her.

“I won’t tell you to change what you're doing, but I will say, when your past comes back to you, I wish you the best. “ (Y/N) confusion didn’t last very long, when a voice called out to her, and she got up and left. (Y/N) understood.

More days flew by, faster than a child’s first Christmas. Christmas Eve is normal until she’s invited by Flora to a Christmas lunch that apparently Ebenezer is going to as well, and apparently now your fiancé. As Flora would love to finally meet him.

The start of the party was slow, as it was the lunch part, but she didn’t mind, she got to reconnect with Ebenezer whom it’s been weeks since they last spoke. The smell of the food filled her nostrils.

She licks her lips when across the table Ebenezer clears his throat. She looks up at him, and places her hands in her lap, sitting up straight. Ebenezer couldn't help but laugh. Isabel looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he too sat up straight. Everyone spoke to one another, James not giving you much attention, despite being your fiance.

Ebenezer and her gradually send messages through quick movements, he points at her fiance with a tilted head, and she responds with a thumbs down and a deadpan look. He then raises an eyebrow pointing at his ring finger, she just leans back in her chair with bored eyes.

The two smile at one another, and Fezziwig stands up to make a toast, “before we begin our Christmas festivities, may I say thanks to my daughter, Isabel, and Ebenezer, for bringing and spreading their happiness today.” Ebenezer turns red, but a comforting hand rests on his shoulder. Isabel and Ebenezer share a loving moment, again.

James looks down at his fiance, and rests a hand on her shoulder as well, pulling her close. She looks down at the food, having lost her appetite. Once Lunch was over, (Y/N) sat by her lonesome as her usual dancing partner danced with a few other women from the group. She also watches Ebenezer and Isabel get along nicely.

An odd feeling of being watched enters her body as she holds herself. The music slowed to a stop, and as it did Isabel and her dance partner never parted. It was selfish for (Y/N) to love Ebenezer. For everyone involved, she’d never let anyone find out about her feelings, beside Flora. The music started slowly once again.

James comes to his senses, he reaches for her. He dances with her, spinning her in slow circles and holding her waist as gently as a stranger would. The music went quiet as a cold wind re-emerged. Memories and emotions wash through her as she dances.

She looks at James and then looks down again. Why now? Why after so long she’s forced to leave her home? Why? She’s taken off guard when James speaks to her. “(Y/N) are you ready to go?” He asks, she looks around, and the music has stopped, yet again.

(Y/N) shakes her head “let me talk to a few people first, before we have to go.” The sweet sounds of claps descend into silence as she turns to Flora. “Flora, my beloved friend, I must tell you something.” Flora leaves her husband and joins hands with (Y/N).

She couldn’t bare telling her friend face to face and decided to make it a wiser man’s burden. (Y/N) apologized over and over, her head on Flora’s shoulder, as tears fell down her cheeks. Flora honestly said nothing “tell Sneezer I wish him luck on his future Engagement.” Flora hugs her friend tightly “stay safe (Y/N)”

—----

“So, you left? My only question is how do you know Scrooge was as cruel as he is now?” Hela asks, rath level-headedly.

At this point Harry is sound asleep, while Hela is still listening, “do you want to hear more or get him to his room?” (Y/N) chuckles, and Hela sighs. Standing up to grab a hold of Harry’s arm.

Harry stirs for a moment, then his eyes open wide. Hela lovingly leads her sleeping husband to their bedroom. The newfound silence reminds (Y/N) of the peaceful, calmness of being in silence. Hela did return at one point or another, sitting down and relaxing next to her friend. “So continue,” she breathes heavily as if she’d just had to fight a bear.

Hela’s unlikely exhaustion proved amusing to the older (Y/N), who just giggled at her now messy hair and scooted over to allow her to sit down. “Alright, now talk to me,” Hela says as she relaxes into the seat, resting her cheek on her hand gently. “Alright, so I did leave, unfortunately. However, years later I returned, and just in the timely demise of Jacob Marley, I'll never forget that day.”

—---

(Y/N) had allowed years to go by, and she had no idea what was happening back home. When news spread about Jacob Marley’s death she begged James to allow her to visit her old home. It took weeks, but her plea was granted.

When she returned home things didn't seem so different at first glance, maybe save for old Mr. Jenkins being deceased as well, leaving only his son and grandchild, and the disappearance of Miss Isabel Fezziwig.

She wandered the streets, and through wandering, she heard word of her old friend through aimless listening. “I'm sorry for his loss! But he has no right to deepen me in debt any further! That old Scrooge.” the voice didn't sound familiar, so she chose to strike up a conversation.

She walks up and smiles at the stranger “Hello, ma’am and Ma’am may I trouble you for what you're speaking of.” because it certainly couldn't be HER Scrooge, could it? She lifted her nose in disgust. “Ebenezer Scrooge!” there it is. “That Flapdoodle is far too concerned with money than anyone’s well-being and I'm sick and tired of it!” the insult gets a chortle out of (Y/N), but she quickly composes herself.

“Where can I find him these days?” (Y/N) asks. The woman points in a direction, and she follows it. Walking towards a big, dusty old building covered in snow. The door isn't even locked when she tries to open it. It slides open slowly, creepily.

The sound of a dog barking causes (Y/N) to grab her chest tightly. She covers her mouth as to not curse. The barking ceases, but the sound of footsteps guide her attention to a door ahead of her, it's open. A dog pops it's head out and runs towards (Y/N). The dig promptly jumps on her and pins her to the wall behind her. (Y/N)’s laughing through all of this.

A voice calls out a name, the dogs presumably. “Prudence!” the dog falls back to the ground, and (Y/N) scratches the dog's head before it joyously runs off. “Back to pay off your debt I hope, come in.” (Y/N)’s blood went cold. No holding back now.

The walk feels longer than expected, stairs up to heaven that never stop. Her feet moved without warning, and she enters the room, warmly lit with candles, but otherwise dark. “So, Mr. William, tell me why it's taken you this long to-” his eyes float up from the paper he was writing on. His eyes widened.

(Y/N) stood in the doorway. A smirk hugging her expression as she raises an eyebrow. “Sneezer.” Her voice bluntly spoke, the warm hues danced on the two’s skin. Ebenezer slowly stood from his chair with a hopeful smile. “(Y/N) you’re here!” He walks around the desk. (Y/N) struts to the center of the room, to meet him halfway. He stops his body inches from (Y/N)’s, yet he doesn’t move.

“Where on earth have you been?” his eyes scan her whole body, seemingly waiting for her to move. She sees his eyes tailing up and down her body, and just looks into his blue eyes, and their colorful beauty, now wilted. “What have you been up to?” She crosses her arms, she laughs gently. She scans his face, side burns are growing larger and gray hairs short, but present. “You really age perfectly don’t you?” Ebenezer chuckles, a faint blush on his cheeks.

Ebenezer leans toward her “how’s your husband?” he asks, and (Y/N) shrugs her shoulders. “As good as a husband can be.” Ebenezer laughed. The two stand in silence for a moment longer. The moment feels like it could last forever, as memories splash in the puddles of yesterday.

(Y/N) clears her throat, turning away from having man, and sits in a seat across from his desk. “Sit with me Ebenezer, and catch me up with recent events. The good, the bad, the Merry?” Ebenezer sits back at his desk. He holds the bridge of his nose tightly.

“Though I do miss you. You are one of the best friends I could ever ask for, I have work to do.” he looks down at his paper, and begins scribbling something down yet again. “Sneezer? Ebesneezer if you prefer-” she ignores his look of blatant disgust at the name. “We're friends! it's been decades, A little work can't come between that!” she begs. Ebenezer shakes his head.

(Y/N) realized that moment they just shared, was wasted, and now (Y/N) stands alone. “What happened? Was it Jacob that made you this way, I wish that man peace in the afterlife, but good heavens he was such a horrible influence on you. Fezziwig was a kinder man. When you sent me that letter-” (Y/N) blabbers on, and soon Ebenezer’s anger got ahead of him.

He slams his hands on the table as he stood, silencing the poor woman, his eyebrows furrowed deeply as he glares at (Y/N), before his eyes soften “Can you please just leave?” he says, (Y/N) knew something was wrong, and walked over to his desk, leaning on it. “It's not Jen? Is it?” Ebenezer looked up, eyes wide, and full of shock.

(Y/N) frowned as she realized “their child…did she-” the sensitive topic caused Ebenezer’s glare to return. “(Y/N) can you please leave” the tone flew over her head, and she began walking to comfort the man. “Oh Ebenezer I'm so sorry for your-” “(Y/N)!” his voice seems to boom in the quiet room.

Ebenezer stares at (Y/N), and slowly begins walking up to her. His silence being ever more threatening than his voice ever could. “Ebenezer I-” she hits a wall, and her words choke in the back of her throat. “It’s Mr. Scrooge if you please. And would YOU please, leave me alone.” (Y/N) opens her mouth to speak when she’s forced out of his office.

The feeling of Scrooge’s hands on her shoulders never leaving

—-----

“My word,” Hela says simply. “I-I just don't know what to say.” The fireplace warms the room, the dancing flames seem to twirl, to spin, and to move to whatever music is playing, despite the silence. (Y/N) sighs. “Not much to say, other than “Humbug”.” She laughs awkwardly.

The bell. Chimes at 4, and (Y/N) stood up. “We’d better get to bed, and you need to go get your rest before your husband wakes up.” Hela walks with (Y/N) to her room, Hela is one of the kindest friends she could ask for in this day and age.

Hela left her alone, and she laid in her room, contemplating her lonesome emotions. The cool air passing through the windows, and the sweet sounds of silence ease her off as she drifts to sleep, but she wishes it were that easy.

She stays up late, thinking of what ifs, what could have beens and what's next scenarios. Almost driving herself mad in the process. A swift wind passes through the room. (Y/N) grabs the thin blanket, covering her body with it.

The ice cold floors of London stand silent at night, snow thickening as Christmas brings new layers of joy to children and adults alike. The whispers of the ice, and the giggles of the moon carry (Y/N) off into a peaceful night sleep, but still pondering by morning.

Christmas morning…

(Y/N) chose to sleep in on Christmas day, because what the hell? It's Christmas! (Y/N) was wrapped in her sheets, late into the day, when there was a knock on the door. (Y/N) groans, finally getting out of bed, and walking to the door. When she opens it up, she's surprised to see Harry's big smile. “(Y/N) uncle Scrooge invited us all for dinner! You truly must come! It could be a surprise!”

(Y/N) is surprised by the sudden outburst of her friend, but it doesn't take long for her to take in what he said. “Get dressed, get dressed! I just can't wait!” he turns on his heel, dancing his way to his wife who is more than elated. She laughs, ignoring the pit in her stomach. It's one dinner. What could go wrong?

End of part one <3

Pt. 2 “But it can heal, if you learn from it”