#Undamaged Loki

[maltinonka]

Loki x Reader - Sweater hoarder

Pairing: Loki × GN Reader

Summary: Loki is the God of Adorables.

Word count: 2144

Warnings: fluffiest fluff to ever fluff. You will vomit rainbows after reading this. Mentions of sad growing up. A bit of swearing. Reader has some anger issues.

"Hey Thor, have you seen my sunflower sweater?" you entered the living room. "I left it in the meeting room yesterday but it's not there." 

"No, I haven't seen it." he grunted his eyes focused on his hand wrestling with Bucky's metal hand. 

"I haven't seen it either." Bucky answered your question even before you could ask it. You groaned frustrated. 

“Do you need my assistance in searching?” Thor was always happy to help you, probably because you were always nice to his brother not like the others.  

“There is no need, I don’t want to disturb you.” You smiled and turned around, letting boys continue their game. “Dang it, it’s like a third this month missing in action.” You mumbled to yourself and went to search in other places. 

You saw Loki on the end of the corridor.  

“Hey, Lokes!” he spotted you and run off. “Bye, I guess?” you shrugged and decided to check meeting room once again before calling it quits.  

***** 

You rummaged through your wardrobe, throwing clothes all around you, not caring in the slightest where they land, getting more frustrated with each passing second.  

“Where are you, you little bitch!?” you screamed aggravated shutting your wardrobe’s door, almost breaking it in the process. You stormed out of the room and stomped aggressively towards Nat’s room.  

“Natalia Romanova!” the woman in question was painting her nails sitting on a dresser.  

“Yes dear? What do you want?” She didn’t even flinch at your aggressive entrance or you calling her with her full name. 

“Did you take my green sweater again!?” 

"Which one?" She didn't even look at you still focused on her nails. You made some frustrated noises and squeezed your hands in an attempt to choke her from afar. She raised her head, finally. "Oh, you mean THAT green sweater? No, I know it's off limits and I value my arms unbroken." she tilted her head remembering something. "Funny you ask, because I am sure I saw someone wearing it just yesterday." your eyes burned with anger. 

“Who?” your voice was calm, way too calm.  

“Can’t remember. Check security cameras.” She went back to her nails, smiling to herself when you shut her door behind you with a loud ‘thud!’. 

“He is dead meat.” 

***** 

Tony looked up from his papers and almost spilled his coffee all over his desk when he saw your face through the glass door. He quickly checked if there was anything sharp in the proximate distance of him before he let you in.  

“Hello Y/N, how you doing?” he spotted a sharpened pencil on the desk and quickly snatched it. You glared at him. “Please don’t hurt me, I barely drank my morning coffee.”  

“I need to see security tapes from yesterday.” He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit.  

“Only that? Geez kid, I almost had a stroke that you wanted to end me.” He tried to be funny but got more serious when he saw your eye twitch. “Security tapes, yeah got it.” He opened one of his drawers and pulled out a tablet. “There you go.“ he handled you the device. “Everything is there. I want it back undamaged.” You nodded and left quickly, clutching tablet close to your chest.  

Tony slouched on his chair, his hand resting on his chest.  

“Whoever made her that angry, I will send you funeral wreath.” 

***** 

You sat down on your bed with your laptop and Tony’s tablet. You plunged it in and started to check yesterday records. Nat didn’t specify where did she see the suspect, so you had to check every corridor and room.  

It took you whole afternoon and most of the evening to finally find your sweater.  

“I see you.” You got out, clutching tablet close to your chest. You marched through corridor and stopped in front of culprits' room. You knocked aggressively on the door.  

“Loki Friggason! Open the door!” you heard some cursing and a rustle behind the door. “I know you're in there, I can hear you!” you stood outside, your mind and body boiling with anger. “If you don’t open the door, I will kick it down!”  

Just as you raised your boot to kick the door, they opened revealing a slightly dishelved God of Mischief.  

“What do you want mortal?” he scoffed pretending to be offended that you disturbed him. You ignored him and pushed past him, entering his room. “Hey, I didn’t let you in! Do they teach you some manners on Midgard!?” he closed the door and stood in front of you.  

“Where is it?” you tried to be calm, knowing that Loki would use your anger against you.  

“Where is what?” 

“My fluffy, green sweater with deer on it.” His eyes went wide. “I know you were wearing it.” He snorted, back with his act.  

“You must have hit your head on something mortal because there is no way that I would be,” you raised tablet that showed him passing Nat with the sweater on “wearing it...” 

“Oh really? Then pardon me because” you pointed at him on the video “that here must for sure be your long-lost twin brother Floki prancing around in my sweater, huh?” 

“I was not...!” you raised your eyebrow and he coughed. “I mean...yes?” you made ‘are you shitting me’ face. 

“You want to play that game? Fine.” You pushed him back till his back hit the door. “Stay.” You turned around and started to search his room.  

“What do you think you are doing mortal!? You are not allowed to just snoop around here! I am God, not some pathetic mortal you can push around!” despite his shouting, he didn’t dare to move a muscle, knowing you could end him.  

You started to check his dressers and wardrobe, no drawer or shelf safe. Apart from finding some suspiciously looking containers, many daggers and a bunch of magazines about horses, your sweater was nowhere to be seen. You groaned frustrated and decided to check his bathroom.  

Just when you moved towards bathroom’s door, you noticed some glitch with a corner of your eye. You turned your head and squinted your eyes, focusing on the corner of the room. Aha! There it was! A glitch! Illusion for sure.  

“Lokes, what’s in that corner?” you looked at him pointing your finger to the place.  He cursed under his breath and you knew you got him.  

“I-I don’t see there anything, mortal. You must he delusional!” you raised your eyebrows at him and slowly made your way towards him.  

“Listen here, you little shit.” You grabbed his collar and pulled him close to your face, shaking him a bit. “Don’t try to play your games with me. I’m not your brother and I will kick your ass harder than Hulk, so don’t test me.” Loki’s breath was shallow, his cheeks slowly turning pink. He could feel your breath on his neck and it was driving him insane. “Undo the spell and don’t make me repeat myself.” He sighed in defeat and waved his hand. “Thank you.” You turned around, still holding him, in case he tried to escape.  

The empty corner turned out to be a pile of sweaters. You blinked shocked.  

“Are these...?” Loki started to panic.  

“No. Nope. Absolutely not.” He shook his head trying to escape your iron grip. “How come you are so tiny but so strong?!” 

“Yes, they are! These are my sweaters!” you marched to the pile, dragging him with you. “All of my sweaters I thought I lost... You took ‘em!” you glared at him angrily. He was panicking more. 

“It’s not what it looks like!” you raised your eyebrow “Okay, okay, it is what it looks like. But I swear I was going to give them back, eventually.” your blood boiled again. 

“Eventually? Eventually!? You can’t steal someone's things Lokes!” 

“It’s not my fault, alright!? You leave them everywhere and when I try to give them back to you, they are just... so soft and warm and and smell like you, so how can I not keep ‘em!” your shocked face made him rethink his previous sentence “I-I mean...” he turned red, not knowing what to say. You smirked. 

“You are obsessed with my sweaters because they smell like me?” your smirk turned into shit-eating grin. 

“I said some other things also, you know?” he grumbled knowing you won’t let him live it down. 

“I’m still mad that you stole my things, just so you know.” You let go of him. He straightened up trying to intimidate you but failing. ”Buuuut I guess I can let you borrow them because you are adorably embarrassed like that.” you were grinning ear to ear, frustrating him. He stared into the ceiling. 

“You can tell absolutely no one, especially Thor.” you nodded energetically and hugged him. He was even redder than before. “I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t.” No, he doesn’t. 

***** 

You entered Loki’s room, not bothering to knock anymore. Ever since you found out about his love for your sweaters, you were spending more time with him, watching movies on your laptop or just chilling. He was always wearing one of your sweaters when you were alone – you always bought them one or two sizes too big but somehow, they always fitted him perfectly. Truth to be told, it always made you a little bit jealous just how good he looks in them. 

Today Loki was wearing your sunflower one and you couldn’t help but smile at the way it suited him. “Hey Lokes.” you get on his bed and he scooted over making you place next to him. He was focused on the book in his hands. “Whatcha doing?” 

“What does it look like to you?” he didn’t even look in your direction. “Reading obviously.” 

“I see that you are wearing my sunflower sweater.” you grinned at him. 

“So? You told me I can borrow them.” he tried to sound nonchalantly but there was a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. He was reading the same sentence over and over since you laid beside him. 

“You look really good in it.” you put your hand on his arm, rubbing it. “Like a soft golden puppy~” he hid his face behind his book but you could see his ears getting more redder.” Aww, don’t be embarrassed Lokes, that was a compliment!” 

“I am a God, Y/N. I don’t get embarrassed.” you grinned harder; your face started to hurt. 

“Of course, you don’t~” you pulled book from his hands and put it on the bedside table. Then you wrapped one of your arms around his chest, proceeding to cuddle with him. 

“What on Asgard are you doing?” he looked down at you with a puzzled expression. He gripped his hands on the bedsheet not knowing what to do. 

“Cuddling you, obviously.” you mocked his tone from before but still looked up at him. His confused expression made you frown. “Oh, don’t tell me you Asgardians don’t cuddle?” he gulped. 

“I don’t reckon something like that. Would that be weird?” he stiffed a bit, definitely not wanting you to think of him as a weirdo. When did he started to care about your opinion anyway?

He relaxed a bit when you shook your head. 

“Weird? No, of course not. Sad? Yeah, totally.” you let go off him and he whined quietly that you moved away from him. You settled comfortably on the bed with your back against his pillow. “Come here Lokes.” you spread your arms in an inviting manner. He moved closer to you. “Lay your head on my chest, go ahead.” he hesitantly did as you told him. You wrapped your hands around him. “Now wrap your hands around me.” his hands were colder than you expected, you could feel them even through your sweater. He reluctantly wrapped his arms around, still stiff as possible.  

You started to rub his back with one hand, the other moved to his hair and rubbed circles on the back of his head. The slowed movements of your hands seemed to work on him, he was getting more and more relaxed, his body sinking down on you. You even heard him sigh. 

“This isn’t so bad.” you knew it was his way of saying he loves it. You chuckled lightly and kissed top of his head. 

“Glad you like it, Lokes. We can stay like that as long as you like.” you hugged him closer also relaxing.  

“You are even softer than your sweaters” he mumbled it into your chest but you still heard it and blushed. It was probably first time you heard him compliment someone. 

“Why thank you. If you want, I can keep on being your pillow from now on.” you giggled lightly and closed your eyes, humming a melody under your breath. 

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

          Lee Juyeon, a 25 year old son of Loki.          He is a dance instructor at Zero to Hero and a dancer at Minx.

FC NAME/GROUP: Lee Juyeon / The Boyz CHARACTER NAME: Lee Juyeon AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 25 / January 15th, 1998 PLACE OF BIRTH: Chowol-eup, Gwangju, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea OCCUPATION: Modern Dance & Hip-Hop Dance Instructor at Zero to Hero (Day), Dancer at Minx (Evening) HEIGHT: 5’11 WEIGHT: 136lbs DEFINING FEATURES:

He has a bit of an ‘off and on’ mode with his general “presence”, if he’s on a stage or working he has a very serious and dedicated feeling to every movement and expression. When he’s not on a stage or working his “presence” shifts to something more light and dazed, kind of a ‘going with the flow’ kind of feeling.

Piercings: Two in his right ear: One Cartilage, One Lobe tends to have the two earrings there connected with thin chains. Three in his left ear: One Cartilage and Two Lobe piercings.

Tattoos: A set of Tribal Tattoos on each arm: Right Shoulder and part of his arm features a tribal design that has a wolf woven into it, Left Bicep features a wing-like design woven into a ring around his arm with a solid line above it and a dotted line below it also wrapping around in a ring design. Some of his back (the portion above his scar, in the undamaged area around his right shoulder blade) also features a large piece with half the face of a black panther.

Scars: A set of three distinct claw marks that rake across his back all the way from curling over slightly at the top of his left shoulder to curving slightly along his right hip.

PERSONALITY: Juyeon is generally a very pleasant person to talk to and be around. He gives the air of someone who’s relaxed in everything they do and who’s very apt at going along with what people say or think. He has his own opinions and feelings of course, he just isn’t the type to speak up about them unless it’s something that’s strongly opposite from his own thoughts and views. He’s very easily a good friend to have and someone who's good to bounce thoughts and feelings off of.

He’s also very loyal to anyone he considers a friend. He’s also the type to be protective of said friends. He’s always ready to defend his friends and offers safety during times of potential danger. Sometimes he might accidentally snap or growl at people but that’s only if they give him a feeling of them being a threat in some way. Otherwise he’s generally just a pleasant person to be around and a good friend to have no matter what.

HISTORY: Juyeon had a happy five years with his mother, a normal childhood almost but that soon changed when his mother decided to take them on a trip. They flew out from Korea to go traveling through national parks and nature reserves. During one of those location visits, Juyeon got separated from his mother. He got lost, wandering far before his mother fully noticed he was missing.

By the time she realized, he was already deep into the woods. He’d sat and cried when he got tired, freezing upon hearing a rustle in the bushes before he came face to face with a large gray wolf. They stared at each other for a few minutes, the wolf sniffing over him while Juyeon sniffled and hiccuped before he got enraptured by how pretty the wolf looked and reached out to touch it.

A moment later and then he was a wolf (just a pup of course but a wolf nonetheless) which caused the wolf to startle and snort while jumping away from him. And that was the start of Juyeon’s life of being raised by wolves. Though he returned to human form after he went to sleep, he’d already been covered in enough scents that the wolves recognized him as their own. In the morning, he always changed back into a wolf and traveled with them for hours at a time.

His mother searched for him but she never found him and he never knew what became of her after that. At least he didn’t for the seven years he spent with the wolves. At age twelve, Juyeon was once more a victim of a lost family. There had been a rogue wolf on his pack’s territory and after about a week that wolf ended up challenging the alpha and won, immediately chasing out all the other male wolves as soon as he won control over the pack.

 Juyeon could only run, a grown wolf in wolf form but still a child in human form. He had no choice, he wasn’t strong enough. Eventually he entered a town and collapsed in a backyard where he was taken in by an elderly couple who had no children of their own. He spent another three years happy, relearning human habits and getting educated on things he never had the chance to know while wandering wild and free. During this time he also acquired the forms of both a Black Cat and a Garden Snake.

On his last day with the elderly couple there was a fire and though Juyeon got out, unfortunately the couple could not as it was far too late for them by the time the fire fighters had come. For a year, he roamed as a cat by day and slept in trees at night until he had the misfortune of crossing paths with some rather unsavory folk that scared him so badly he transformed into a wolf to try and scare them away. It didn’t work. And then he was captured. Next thing he knew, he was placed in a zoo for marvels and oddities.

They scared him for fun there, oohing and ahhing at the way he shifted in response. He endured another two years like that, his captors even discovering his other animal forms and trying to get him to change into different things until he acquired both the forms of a Red-Tailed Hawk and a Black Panther as well. He did finally escape, fleeing in his new hawk form as far as he could. He did end up encountering the rogue wolf that chased him out as well, fighting and winning against him but not without gaining the wolf’s claw marks, scoring across his back as a souvenir.

He found another family again after that, learning and gaining a passion for dancing and eventually going into modeling at age twenty. He even fell in love though that ended in tragedy, making it difficult for him later on. Eventually, he found his way to Mount Phoenix on what he could assume to be his own though perhaps he was pulled or guided there from some outside presence.

Either way, another journey begins and he is happy to see where it’ll lead him.

PANTHEON: Norse CHILD OF: Loki POWERS:

Shapeshifting: Wolf, Black Cat, Garden Snake, Red-Tailed Falcon, Black Panther

Can change his hair and eye color at will

STRENGTHS:

He’s friendly and warm, fairly likable and hard to dislike.

He’s got the skill to defend people he befriends, apt and keeping people safe when they’re in danger.

He’s got the flexibility and grace of a dancer, all his movements are smooth and naturally graceful.

WEAKNESSES:

He’s a bit of an airhead when he’s not dancing or working in some way, oftentimes he has a delayed response to things like shaking someone's hand or something falling on his foot, things like that.

Sometimes he has difficulty following fast paced conversations. He’ll follow along pretty well at first but then something might confuse him briefly and he’s immediately lost and just nodding along.

He’s a bit of a scaredy cat, if someone makes him jump really badly or scares the shit out of him he has a tendency to instinctively shift into a wolf accidentally out of a fear-trigger response. After which he needs to take a few minutes to calm down before he can change back to normal.

[kneeltoyourking]

loki def sent people on errands of whimsy during his rule of asgard

collect 437 worms from the wheat fields for me

i need 93 frogs exactly and they may only be captured with the use of your hands

bring me 924 dandelion petals that must be undamaged and plucked only with your toes

[lokisprettygirl]

Slumber Island takes my breath away with every new chapter... and it's so good!

I still have so many questions and I can't wait to get more answers...I try to stay patient 😅😅

Poor y/n, the horrible nightmare came back after she and Loki had this wonderful intimacy, it makes me so sad. But unfortunately what was done to her through her "friend" won't heal overnight.

"You considered him a friend, he promised to take care of you, then why was he hurting you"

This is not a friend, this a monster and he did something that is worse than murder: to rape her multiple times is a horrible crime and he condemned her to live with it. She needs not only to heal, she needs justice too. Fortunately Loki is there for her and I'm sure with time she's able to heal and close this case one day.

I have the bad feeling that this monster is going to show up again...and talking about justice for y/n, hopefully Loki can give her the strength to fight for her own and to fight this battle...she has to because only then she can feel strong, confident and self-determined again. Loki will give her the feeling of safety to do so (and I hope he won't let this "friend" go unharmed). She's really blessed with him 💕

Her wake-up status is absolutely understandable but it also made me very sad...for both of them. In her status she just wasn't able to show him a different reaction, she thought it's him and not Loki.

Loki treats her always with understanding and compassion... it really touches my heart every time...he's unbelievable and to good to be true. How can I not love him 🥺🥺

"Darling listen..." he got off the couch in an attempt to comfort you but it only scared you more. He will hurt you. You didn't want him to hurt you anymore.

"...I'm begging you, just goooooo" his eyes teared up as he looked at your broken state.....maybe what happened last night triggered something... he wanted to comfort you, he really did but knew better than that so he vanished..."

How she clutched the shawl🥺... she wanted Loki around her but at the same time she wasn't able to see what was still the aftermath of the nightmare and what was reality.

....you were far away from that place and that monster, he would never harm you again, Loki would protect you lik-. As soon you thought about him you felt immense guilt and regret....you treated him as if he was the one who had hurt you.

I get it but she shouldn't feel guilty... Loki understood her, he would never blame her for her behaviour. He knew what triggered her.

...why was he even tolerating you? Would he even want to see you again? He didn't deserve that treatment after the night you both had shared.

"I'm sorry...I never wanted to hurt you...I'm sorry "

Loki wasn't any better, he heard you apologising and his heart only broke into tiny little pieces...he wanted to hold and to comfort you but he didn't want to hurt you or scare you even more...

This made me cry, it's so sad 😞😔. But there's hope she'll make it, overcoming her trauma and being together with Loki...

"I can't...I don't want us to...get intimate again"....but he understood your stance...

It wasn't that you didn't want to do it, you wanted it all and you wanted it again but he didn't deserve to be treated how you treated him this morning. And you knew it would happen again. You'd never be undamaged again.

I'm sobbing 😭 😢 🤧. She wants him to do the opposite of what she really wants. I'm happy that he sensed the truth behind her words...and how respectfully he is again.

...as much as he wanted to read your thoughts and learn your actual reasons behind the decision you had taken, he knew better, it would have been unethical.... your mind was the one thing you had under control and he didn't want to take that away from you or break your faith you had in him.

"And it's alright...I'm still going to be here however you need me sweetheart "

He always let her be in charge, she makes the rules, he's so selfless, supportive and protective...how much I love him for that.

Yes, she will make one step forward and then two steps back, it's a long process but everything will be fine one day. She will be able to close that door.

I need to add some more of my favourite parts because they touched me deeply:

...since you had seen him last, the angrier you felt with yourself. You missed him desperately, you missed his touch.

...but Loki has been so good to you that last night you forgot everything but him, the intimacy and the sexual nature of the act you performed on him didn't feel suffocating, it didn't make you feel violated, it felt liberating instead. (!!!!)

You were able to replace those awful feelings with his touch, with his sounds and with his scent then, you thought you had taken a step forward but everything was still the same now. You'd never heal.

Little did she know or I should say, realise. She already made big steps forward, she needs some more time, the healing process includes partial setbacks, and her strategy how to get over her past is very good. And she's well aware of her growing feelings for Loki. On the one hand she feels humiliated by her act that morning and on the other hand she wants nothing more than his arms wrapped around her.

...what are you feeling? It can't be love, right? It sure can't be. He was a god for god's sake. You can't be in love with a god.

And again in the night he and his house are there ... her light in the darkness, he'll never let her alone, he promised it. Both need each other so much but its not the right time in that night. I can't stop thinking about Loki's punishment getting longer with every time he stays with or around y/n 🥺

Now let's talk about Nat's birthday party. Her eyes teared up when y/n gave her the apple pie so she was touched by this gesture and remembered former times...👀. But so many things are fishy...does she know about the poisoned drinks and food (it's so good that Loki is there and made everthing safe for y/n)? Can we trust her? Why is she playing along with this cruel game? Would there be consequences for her when she won't do it? Why does she wear jewellery, dressed up like a...queen? It seems to me she wanted to say something and wanted to behave differently but isn't allowed to do so 👀🤔. It seems like Clint and Bruce have some kind of power over her.

Talking about playing games... I like how y/n is playing games with Steve.

"Oh the cheater right?" You looked at him as he said that, you remembered telling him that the last time you were here....

"Wait how did you know that? I have never told you about him being a cheater" you watched him go pale as a ghost...

She also plays her cards right during the dinner (thankfully with Loki's help)...and what is it about Bruce? Can I punch him in his face pretty please? Soo bad for him that his or the plan, to poison y/n, doesn't work...(*sarcasm off*) 😜😎

But why do they still want to poison her? To make all plans (whatever these plans are...sacrificing y/n) work now?

For me it felt like I had seen a different y/n at the party. Still scared but also confident. And I like to see it.

I'm still wondering about this:

Why a birthday party when it isn't Nat's birthday...or did they celebrate the anniversary of the day when she survived and was ...reborn?(a second birthday so to say)

....you had to find out why he was so scared of the house, Minola was they reason you knew that but why? Even Loki haven't told you the complete truth just yet.

The woman y/n had seen before on the market and who served the food at the party, Marjorie, Bruce's wife with the judgemental glare in her eyes, the uncomfortable silence when y/n wondered about why Phil wasn't invited, everyone looking at her but also at least one person averting their gaze...everything here is spooky.

I'm so glad that Loki is always by her side to save her.(I really love the imagination of him looking like a supermodel 😍😉...it has to be this gif 😅)

It's so cute how she's concerned about Loki. Did he eat, was he okay, was he missing her as much as she was missing him...of course she has fallen in love with him...and how could she not?

He wasn't attainable, it was impossible ... time will tell...

What is the most important thing in a relationship, no matter if it's an established or a new one? To talk to each other and I'm glad that they talked after the party. And I expected nothing else than exactly this reaction from Loki.

"Hurting me darling? You felt terrified when you woke up...I knew something would prompt that reaction after the night we shared" his face warmed at the imagery, and so did yours, it was a beautiful night.

Aahhh, why are they so cute, and she already made little steps into the right direction 🥺💚💖

"...don't give that wretched scamp such a power darling.....Those wounds would take time to heal. It's never that easy now is it?"

"But I don't want to disrespect you like that again and again..I don't want to annoy you or make you leave..I need you "

"Oh sweetheart, you did nothing of that sort you could never annoy me....I am not leaving, not going anywhere not unless you want me to.."

...he was there for you. No questions asked, no conditions imposed, he was just there, selflessly and wholeheartedly

Well, I'm crying again now 🥺🥺😭😭😭😭...I can't handle so much sweetness and love 💖💖💖💖😅😉...they're too cute together.

She isn't damaged forever, again she tried to turn a bad memory into a good one, to replace it with a further intimate situation with Loki... she wanted him on top of her, shirtless 😳😳...WHAT A BIG STEP FOWARD...it's the worst situation for her she could ever imagine and she thought she could never do this again...and look at her...she can...with Loki everything seems to be possible for her because he gives her safety, trust and consent.

"Every time you feel scared or lonely in life, just remember that you have me darling, you have a god who'd never allow anyone to touch you ever again, not without your consent. I would never let anyone harm you and I promise you that my sweet sweet princess "

Those shiny orbs looked at you with such sincerety, there wasn't an ounce of malice or fakeness in them, he was so pure and he was your god.

Queen, what are you doing to me? I'm going to die...😳🥺🥰💚🤝🏻⚰️🤣

And at least, the cherry 🍒 on top:

You weren't pondering over whether you were in love with him or not, there weren't any doubts or confusions anymore.

Attainable or not, you knew you had fallen for a certain god, madly and truly.

Yep, that's right, my pretty god...little me in Germany...I'm dead 😵😅

You did it again, Queen, an amazing, wonderful chapter, everytime you put me on a rollercoaster of emotions 🎢 again and again...and I'm here for it 🥰. Can't wait for the next chapter.

I love you sooooo very much, my Queen 👑...and sorry for this much too long comment but I can't help myself, I had to do it 😄😘

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

I am deceased. Reason? This ask. I love how you are able to see the little things I put in there 🥹❤️

The monster got out unscathed and it's also one of the reasons she's unable to move on, she got no justice, the hospital tried to prove she was insane after that ordeal, then her mother died, it' was just too much at once, she tried to move on by coming to this place and then that happened 🤐

Thankfully she have someone she can trust fully

This y/n has lost a huge part of herself after she got cheated on and the accident, she can be bold and sexy, she just doesn't feel the confidence anymore, hopefully a certain god can help. Next chapter we will see a different side to both of them 👀

The way Loki is just there for her also makes her feel as if he has to be there and help her, she thinks he's doing it just as a favour..being a benevolent god and all, she doesn't think he's into her like she's into him.

That was a huge step for her and much needed too because the intimacy cant grow deeper and further if she's not able to replace that horrible mental image that keeps haunting her.

Natasha is being very weird but why? We will find out soon 👀

You're the queen of accurate gifs 🤣 the last one is my favourite though 🤗 I'm so glad you're enjoying this story so much, you have no idea how happy it makes me ..love you 💖

[villainousshakespeare]

Offerings

Loki/OFC one shot

Rated M: Angst, tooth rotting fluff, love, some light smut, 

Summary:  Laek is a healer from Alfheim sent to Asgard to train under Eir. She is lonely on so alien a world, with no one to talk to and all her dreams of adventure on hold. When she begins to receive gifts from a secret source, she cannot begin to imagine who has left them, or why.

**Set before the events of Thor I, when Loki was still a sweet (if mischievous) untraumatized soul.

I have been feeling a bit blue this weekend, and wanted to write something angsty and tooth-achingly sweet. This was the result. I hope you like it!!!

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OFFERINGS

She did not belong here. The thought echoed like a silent scream through Laek's mind, try as she might to suppress it. Looking around her, at this strange world she'd been thrust into, it was all she could do not to weep. Laek knew she was being self indulgent and melodramatic, but she could not seem to help herself. What, after all, was a young woman like herself, born and raised to heal the injuries of men and gods, doing in a realm that celebrated war?

All around her, men and women dressed in armor, encased in and carrying the steel that was designed to do harm to one another. The air filled with the clang of weapons on a constant basis, accompanied by cries as blade edges found their homes in flesh. Even wielded as they were here in practice, mistakes were bound to be made, injuries acquired. They celebrated scars here, badges of honor for the noble race that elevated all that she had been raised to strive against.

It was not that she was a pacifist. Laek knew that there were things worth fighting for, causes that she would die to defend. It was just that the level of worship here accorded brute strength, the ability to maim and kill, was out of all proportion to her mind. Surely, surely, she thought, there were other skills of equal value.

She had been brought here to train in her arts, for it was on Asgard that the Goddess Eir, worshiped above all by healers such as herself, resided. It made sense, in its way. Where else would she be more needed than on this barbaric world. And Laek was learning much and more from the blessed Goddess. Her own powers and knowledge were still green, if great in latent strength. Laek was the strongest natural healer to be born to her people in generations, but at just 700 years old she had much still to learn. It was thought that 100 years under the watchful eye of Eir would be exactly what was needed to nurture her gift. 100 years. She had been here for one month, and already she wanted to throw herself off the much vaunted rainbow bridge to escape.

It would be easier, she often thought, if she didn't look so different on top of all else. She was smaller than most of these Asgardians, both in height and body mass, and her clothing was soft and flowing rather than hard and protective. Her pale gold hair she kept long, after the fashion of her Alfar people, braided across her temples and tied with ribbon woven through. Under a high brow, her wide, tilted eyes shaded different colors, from gold to green to crystal, depending on her mood, an embarrassment to her now that she found them so often a cloudy grey that gave away her discontent.

Laek was not mistreated, of course. Eir and her acolytes were kind to her, in their fashion. But the Goddess was old, dry, and set in her ways. The All Mother, Frigga, had pulled her aside upon her arrival in a most kindly manner, telling Laek that her door was always open, should the young healer need to talk. Occasionally she had thought of taking her up on that offer, but in truth she was more than a little intimidated by the regal Goddess that ruled Asgard at her husband's side, and her courage had failed her every time. Odin himself flat out terrified her, as did their two sons, the golden Thor and the sleek, dark but pale Loki. She watched them, but never dared approach.

And so Laek spent her time in a somber routine. In the mornings she would rise, bathe, dress, and report to the infirmary. Once there, she would spend the early half of the day tending to the sick and injured, attending on Eir and absorbing as much knowledge as she could at the healer's side. In the afternoon, she would head to the library, where all of the written knowledge of all 9 realms was stored in the pages of books and scrolls, a collection that had no rival in any universe. She would loose herself there for hours in reading, studying healing or simply learning about the customs and practices of other places, places she longed in her secret, adventurer's heart to see for herself one day.

She ate her meals at the end of a table in the great feast hall, alone amidst a sea of strangers. At night, she retired to her chambers to an early rest, often walking in the moonlit garden beneath her rooms, where she could pretend for a moment that she were home and at peace.

It was in the library one afternoon, in the beginning of her second month, that the first token appeared. She had found her eyes glazing over as she studied a text on blood transfusions, and in an attempt to rouse her mind had gotten up and wandered to the section that contained dwarfish riddles, pulling a book at random to bring back to her seat.

When she returned to her bench, her breath caught in her chest. There, lying atop the open tome that had so sedated her, was a pale blue crystal. The stone, smooth to the touch and oval in shape, had a pure clarity that made the sparkling fire at its depth shine so brightly it looked like the evening star. Laek had seen many such stones in her time, for they came from her home, from Alfheim, but never one so perfect, so incandescent.

Dropping the riddle book, she had picked it up with trembling hands, and then, unable to do anything else, had run to her rooms, thrown herself on her bed and wept, clutching it to her breast. It was home, a talisman of all that she missed in this strange land.

She had asked the next day, in a shy, anxious voice, if the librarian on duty had seen where it had come from, who had left it. In response, she had gotten a terse "no" and a lecture on leaving her books unshelved when she was finished with them.

Eight days later, she had been walking in the garden as the first stars rose, blue stone secreted into her pocket so she could feel it cool against her hand. When she reached her favorite bench where she always stopped to gaze up at an unobstructed view of the heavens through a circle of elder trees, she found a flower. Placed carefully in the exact center of the bench, it was a perfect red rose, a flower that she had only read of until then. It grew on neither Asgard nor Alfheim, but was prized on Midgard for its beauty. She raised it to her nose and inhaled the lovely aroma, a soft smile coming to her lips.

After the rose, it had been a snowflake, perfectly preserved between two pieces of glass found in her cubby in the healer's quarters. Larger than any she had ever seen, she knew it could only come from Jotunheim, home of the fearsome Frost Giant. How anyone could have gotten it, let alone why they would have left it for her was a mystery she couldn't begin to explain. Still, the gesture touched her deeply. Someone had noticed her, other than to sneer or pity. Someone was being kind. She only wished she knew who it was.

Laek began to hope for the small tokens, to take greater note of her surroundings in case some small item were to be slipped in. It was a good thing, too, as she could easily have injured herself had she accidentally sat on the twisted puzzle box made of small metal daggers that had obviously come from Nidavellir. She spent all that night unlocking it, to find a bright green gem set on a silver chain within.

The tokens made Laek's life exciting again. Oh, she knew how pathetic that sounded, but she didn't care. She had a friend, even if they didn't make themselves known to her. Every time she searched the area where a gift was deposited, there was the same result. No one had seen anything. No trace was to be found of the person who had left them.

When they stopped, she was devastated. Three weeks went by, and there was nothing. Not in any of the places she frequented. As time went on and no further offerings of friendship appeared, Laek grew despondent. Perhaps whoever it was had found a new game, a new way to pass the time that did not involve the strange Liosalfar who was all alone on Asgard. On the day that marked a month passing with no new token, Laek begged off early from the infirmary, pleading fatigue of her own, and returned to her quarters. She knew it was silly to feel so bereft, but she could not help it.

She was aware something was wrong the moment she opened the door to her outer chamber and her eyes shifted to amber. She had magic deep within her, at her very core. A warding over her rooms, her sanctuary, was a automatic outcrop of that magic. She could tell beyond a shadow of doubt when someone had breached that warding, no matter how subtle the magic the intruder had used. Tiptoeing silently, she made her way towards her bedroom, where a quiet rustling could be heard. Opening the door, her eyes went to a figure standing over her bed.

"Frjosa!" she said, arm twisting out towards the intruder, who instantly froze in place.

With a pounding heart, Laek pushed door the rest of the way open and gaped in stunned disbelief. There, next to her bed, was the frozen form of Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson. She had caught him just raising his head, his green eyes wide with surprise as the spell hit him. His hair, dark and straight, brushed against the collar of his green tunic ornamented with gold. One elegant, long fingered hand was extended towards her pillow, and in it was grasped a rolled up piece of parchment tied with a green ribbon.

"What in all the Nine?" Laek said allowed, staring at the frozen prince.

Why would he be in her room? It made sense in one way, only a strong sorcerer would have been able to break her wards and enter. She knew he was known for his mischief, had he had some prank in mind to play on the unsuspecting foreigner thrust into their midst? With his mastery of magic, he could pull any number of tricks on her.

Shaking her head in confusion, Laek made a small motion with her fingers, and unfroze his body, still, however, containing him within a parameter of limited space.

"My Lady," he gasped, a flush of red suffusing his cheeks. "I pray, forgive me my intrusion."

"You," she said, stupidly.

"I am Loki," he told her, sketching a courtly bow.

"Yes, I know," she replied with a little laugh, feeling her eyes shade to blue as she blushed. He was royalty and handsome as sin, she could hardly not know who he was. "I am Laek of Alfheim. But I suppose you know that, since you are in my room."

"I do," he admitted with a small nod of his head. "Again, a thousand apologies for my trespass."

"But why are you trespassing?" she asked, tilting her head as she stared at his handsome frame. She could feel his magic pulsing from him, attempting to find a chink in the stasis field she had him trapped in. Only in her own chambers would she be able to confine one as strong as he she knew.

"I don't suppose you would believe this is a shortcut to the armory?" he asked with a devastating smile.

"Through my bedroom? I think not."

"Ah, well then."

"What is that you have in your hand?" she demanded, noticing how he was attempting to hide it behind his back.

"Nothing," he said shortly, blushing again.

"It is not nothing!" she approached him warily, as one would a cornered animal. She knew he could do no magic, not bound as she had him, but that did not mean he could not use physical strength should she come too close. Against that, she had no defense unless she chose to freeze him again, and such a course would not yield the answers she sought.

"Your magic work is commendable," he praised her, sending a spark of something warm shooting through her. "Normally I could break a spell such as this in a matter of seconds, but your construction is seamless."

"You are in my nest," she shrugged, inching closer. "It is the way of our kind to protect our homes."

"Perhaps you could teach me," he smiled again, unleashing a lethal charm for one so young. She felt her own lips begin to tilt up, struggled to get them under control.

"Perhaps," she said non-committaly. "Once I know your intentions."

With speed that she knew surprised others not of her race, Laek's hand shot out and snatched the scroll from his hand. He made an unconscious noise of protest, but she had it out of his reach before he could grab it back. Was it a spell, she wondered? Some joke he sought to play on her? Biting her lower lip, she untied the ribbon and unscrolled the crackly parchment.

Her eyes widened with shock as she read the words written in an ornate, ancient hand. It was Vanir in origin and dialect, but the words were not a sorcerous incantation, but rather a poem; a rather romantic, lyrical poem set in a forest by night.

"I meant to be gone before you found that," he stammered. "I had no wish to embarrass you."

"You!" she breathed, realization hitting her. "You are the one who left all the tokens for me!"

Her left hand dipped into her pocket to grasp the blue stone, while her right flew to the green gem around her neck. Her eyes flicked to her bedside table, where the rose stood in a crystal bud vase next to the pressed snow.

"I did," he admitted, not meeting her eyes. "I ran out of locations to leave them for you. You go so few places. It took me weeks to breach your warding and make my way in here. I never expected you to return so soon. It is not your normal habbit."

He was babbling, she realized. As though he were the nervous one.

"Why?" she asked, at last. "Why leave them for me?"

"You seemed so lonely," he said, arms coming across his chest and head ducking down defensively. "Always by yourself, not really fitting in here. It caught my attention."

"It did?"

"Yes," he said softly. "I know a bit what that is like. Let us say, it piqued my curiosity. An easy thing to do, in truth. I watched you often in the library. I spend a portion of most days there. Tracked what you read. It seemed you had a desire to see the worlds."

"I do," she admitted. "I always have."

"I know a bit about that too. I know of course that you are here for study, and what a demanding teacher Eir can be. I trained under her for a century or so myself you see. I thought, if you could not go to the world, perhaps the world, or a small representation of it, could come to you."

"A stone from Alfheim, a snowflake from Jotunheim, a puzzle and gem from Nidavellir, a rose from Midgard, and a poem from Vaniheim. You went to all of those places? Found these things?"

"I did," he said, as though it were nothing. "It is easy enough if you know how. I admit, I was stumped as to what I would do when I reached Helheim on my list. Even I might have difficulty breaking in and out of there."

"Again, why?" she asked, staring at him with wonder. "It must have been so difficult. Why go to all that trouble? You might have just talked to me."

"I like a challenge," he said proudly, lifting his chin. After a moment though, his eyes dropped. "And I did not know if such an overture would be accepted. I am not... well liked or understood on Asgard."

"That makes two of us," she laughed, a bit breathlessly.

"I suppose it does," he replied, chuckling himself. "My dear Laek, do you think you might undo the stasis barrier? While it is causing me no physical distress, the wound to my pride is nigh on unbearable."

"Of course!" she said at once, moving her hand in a lateral swipe that dissolved magic.

"Thank you," he said with a deep breath of relief.

"I liked the gifts," she told him quietly, suddenly feeling shy now that he was free.

"Did you?" he asked, stepping towards her.

"They are all that has made these past months bearable on this planet."

"You are all that has made the past months bearable," he said, gazing into her eyes in a way that made her breath catch. "Before you arrived, I was miserable. Nothing changed, everyone was the same. Then you appeared, and I couldn't breath. I wanted... needed to know you."

"Me?" she she breathed in awe.

"You. Have you no idea how beautiful you are? And then to discover you were smart as well, gifted in magic, and curious to boot? For the first time in centuries there was someone in this accursed realm besides my mother who I thought I might understand. Who I wanted to know. To know in so many ways."

"You could have said hello," she said, feeling far out of her depth as he stood so near to her, took her hand in his.

"I could have," he said. "I chose not to. Can you forgive me?"

"Yes," she said simply, willing in that moment to forgive him any sin.

"Will you let me kiss you?" it was the uncertainty in his voice that touched her the most. He honestly didn't know if she would allow it.

"Yes," she said again, transfixed.

He was slow, gentle. His lips touched hers softly at first, brushing against her like silk. When she tilted her head towards him, he sighed into the kiss and gently lapped against her lips with his tongue. Laek opened her mouth willingly to him, inviting him to explore, to taste her. His arm came around her waist and pulled her flush against him as her fingers fanned out over his chest. He at last pulled away from her, leaving little nipping kisses on her lower lip as he did.

"Minn svass,"  he murmured as he gazed at her. "Your eyes are crystal."

Laek blushed crimson. She could tell from his smug voice that he knew what crystal meant. Her truest color. She wanted him. Wanted him desperately.

"Do not be embarrassed, sweetheart," he smiled. "Mine would be too."

As he took a step away from her, her eyes drifted downward and she saw the proof of his words, tenting his trousers.

"I would not disrespect you," he told her in a rough voice. "Would court you as your station deserves."

Laek bit her lower lip, struggling for words, always a problem for her when her emotions ran high.

"Could you not disrespect me just for one day?" she asked at last, flashing him a nervous smile.

A slow, wide grin spread over Loki's face as he stepped back towards her, pulled her into his embrace.

"I can do that," he practically growled at her.

He was kissing her then with a newfound ferocity, claiming her mouth, her neck, anywhere he could find flesh. Her hands fumbled at the hem of his tunic, and he raised his arms to help her pull it off. Her dress quickly followed, and he tumbled her down onto the obliging mattress just inches away.

"So beautiful," he groaned, eyes wandering her body where she lay naked before him. "Delicate as a flower and all for me."

"Loki," she panted as he devested himself of his trousers and stood before her in all his glorious nakedness.

She guided him into her, sweet and wet and open to his invasion. Her slim legs rose to wrap themselves around his hips as he buried himself within her walls. He had wanted her for so long, the beautiful, alien woman who had captured his interest from first glance. The reality was even more perfect than he had imagined. She was soft yet supple, molding around him as he thrust within her. He could feel the magic that was part of her very being, and it mingled with his own in a way that made their coupling more intimate than he had ever known it could be. When he felt her walls clamp down around him, felt his own release pump warm and strong inside her, filling her, it was with an intensity he had never experienced before. He cried out her name, almost as though in prayer, heard his own name called back with equal urgency and bliss.

When at last they could breath again without panting, Laek lay cradled in Loki's arms, head resting on his slim, muscular chest. One of his hands toyed lightly with the stone around her neck, and she smiled at the thought of him finding it for her.

"Promise me," he said to her, "that you will wear this always."

"I promise," she told him without hesitation.

"Tomorrow I begin to court you officially," he reminded her.

"I look forward to it," she smiled at him with a dreamy smile. The smile faded after a moment as her crystal eyes sought his green. "Loki, I have been so lonely."

"Think not on that, love," he told her, covering her with his body. "I am with you now, and you will never have to be alone again."

[imagine-loki]

Imagine that you’re a Seelie Fae, one whose territory has been eaten away over the years until there was no more forest or woodlands in your territory come the 20th Century. You choose to go to America and claim a territory there, annoying humans and all. Your territory just so happens to include the Stark Tower and it’s inhabitants. You live as peacefully as you can, up until an alien invasion breaches your wards and sends you scrambling to protect your belongings. The Avengers found you as your piece of the city was undamaged, even after the aliens went though it.

You visit them sometimes to make sure they’re doing alright; since they live in the tower, they belong to you. Until one sly Trickster thinks he can take that away from you. Shenanigans ensue.

[lokigodofaces]

Anti-Sex Bed

Characters: several Loki variant OCs, Mobius M Mobius Word Count: 2818 Description: Several Loki variants compete in their respective sports in the Tokyo 2020 Summer Olympics. And, naturally, they must destroy the cardboard anti-sex beds. Warnings: mentions of sex (there is no sex whatsoever here), crack fic My Fanfiction Wattpad, Quotev, Ao3

“The madmen really did it. They really built beds from cardboard. All to stop sex,” Basketball Loki says to his variant, Volleyball Loki. With another variant of themselves unleashing the multiverse, infinite Lokis came into existence. Some of the less well known variants are all gathered in Tokyo in 2021 for the Summer Olympics. It took some time, figuring out how to get them all together. It also took some convincing of the International Olympic Committee to allow some of the sports played in the group of variants to be part of the Olympics. But it is all worth it, for them all to compete in the Olympics together, even if they can’t compete showing their own faces.

“Why are they doing this again?” Volleyball Loki asks.

“To stop sex, I just said so.”

“I know that, but why? Why do they think the idea of a bed collapsing under people is going to stop anyone. You don’t need a bed to have sex, and I’m sure there’s at least one person that likes the idea of the bed breaking underneath them.”

“I like the idea of the bed breaking underneath me, only not in a sexual context,” Basketball Loki says, standing up on the bed. “How many jumps do you think it will take to break?”

“Three at the most. It’s cardboard, the most flimsy material they could’ve used. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the beds would break under the pressure of someone sleeping,” Volleyball Loki responds, watching as Basketball Loki starts to jump. One, two, three. “It’s still standing?”

“Clearly.”

“Does it feel damaged at all?”

“Not at all.” Basketball Loki jumps higher and higher, hoping to gain more force. “Want to join?”

Now intrigued, Volleyball Loki steps onto the bed and jumps along with Basketball Loki. “Nothing, really? Let’s time our jumps, land on the bed at the same time. One...two...three...jump!”

Nothing. The bed still stands, even after Basketball and Volleyball Lokis try several more times.

“What are you two doing?” Softball Loki asks as she walks into the room. “Or is there no difference between three and fifteen hundred?”

“You heard these are supposed to break during sex. They were apparently designed for very rough sex,” Basketball Loki answers. “Want to join?”

“If not, get some others of us to help, please. I am very interested in what we need to do to break this supposed fragile bed,” Volleyball Loki adds.

Softball Loki leaves the room to soon return with all the present Loki variants: Trampoline, Judo, Cycling, Skeet, Rifle, Pistol, Equestrian, Fencing, Kayak, Karate, Taekwondo, Archery, Gymnastics, Diving, Skateboarding, Climbing, and Surfing Lokis.

“I get the feeling someone should be fired if this is an anti-sex bed,” Pistol Loki says, seeing the unharmed bed and the two Lokis jumping on it.

“Anyone want to join us?” Volleyball Loki asks. Soon enough, as many Lokis as they can fit are on the bed, all jumping together. Jumping in time to try to create more force at once. They switch out Lokis every couple minutes so that everyone has a chance to break it.

The bed still stands.

“Someone definitely needs to be fired,” Pistol Loki repeats, now that the bed has proved even more durable.

“Everyone off, I want to try some things,” Trampoline Loki shouts. All the Lokis jump off and Trampoline Loki starts jumping a little on the bed. Then he starts doing his routine for the Olympics on the bed.

Nothing.

“I’ll get up with you,” Gymnastics Loki offers. They start doing their own routine alongside Trampoline Loki’s. Multiple flips and twirls and jumps are performed on the completely undamaged bed.

“What in Asgard is this made out of?” Trampoline Loki asks.

“Cardboard.”

“I’m beginning to doubt that, Gymnastics.”

“Anyone else have ideas?” Gymnastics Loki asks.

“Judo, Karate, shall we?” Taekwondo Loki asks in answer to Gymnastics Loki. He stands on the bed, joined by Judo and Karate Lokis.

“What exactly are you going to do?” Volleyball Loki wonders aloud.

“Well, we’ve been wondering which of us would win if we all stick to our respective sports,” Karate Loki admits. “May as well learn on top of a cardboard bed in the hopes that it will break underneath us.” The three get into their beginning stances and the fight begins. All three of them get hit a fair amount, and all fall onto the bed at least once before getting back up. In the end, Judo Loki wins.

But all three lose to the still standing bed.

“This is becoming ridiculous,” Fencing Loki states. “Get off, I’m going to weaken the structure with my sword, then when we jump on it it’ll break.” The martial arts Lokis jump off the bed and Fencing Loki goes to work. He repeatedly stabs the bed all over, easily slicing through cardboard. When he is finished, he jumps up onto the bed.

“It...it should be broken now.” He jumps harder. “Anyone want to help?” Basketball, Volleyball, Trampoline, Gymnastics, and Diving Lokis all jump onto the bed to help Fencing Loki.

The bed still stands.

“Keep jumping. Maybe I can help weaken the support,” Softball Loki says, pulling a softball out of her pocket dimension. As the other Lokis jump, she repeatedly pitches the ball at the legs of the bed, hoping to get at least that toppled over.

It’s as if the bed doesn’t even notice the high velocity ball being repeatedly thrown at it.

“Maybe it will help if the puncturing object is still in the bed,” Archery Loki suggests. Once everyone is off the bed, she starts firing arrows at the bed wherever she can get them to pierce. Satisfied, she jumps onto the bed to find no consequences. “Could you get back on?” The jumping team of Lokis assembles. They jump away, all in vain.

The bed still stands.

“Everyone off. Pistol, want to help?” Rifle Loki says as they summon their .22 rifle.

“Certainly,” Pistol Loki says as she summons her .22 pistol. The two stand a foot away from the bed and fire until the magazines are empty.

“Let’s try jumping again,” Rifle Loki tells the other Lokis, many of which getting on the bed and jumping to no avail.

“Higher caliber?” Pistol Loki suggests, pulling out a .44 magnum from her pocket dimension.

“Worth a try,” Rifle Loki agrees as they summon a .50 BMG. Once everyone is off the bed again, they begin firing. These firearms have larger magazines, allowing more ammunition to be fired. Additionally, they are much more powerful firearms. The other Lokis watch as cardboard goes flying, expecting this to be the end for the poor bed.

But the bed still stands, looking much better than they expected.

Once again, several Lokis pile onto the bed and jump, hoping the gunfire weakened it enough for them to break it by jumping. Their hope is misplaced.

“Skeet, your shotgun will distribute the force over a wider area,” Pistol says. “Maybe that’s what we need.”

Skeet nods and conjures his 12 gauge shotgun. “Step back behind me,” he demands.

“You aren’t going to fire next to the bed?” Kayak Loki asks.

“That’s not how shotguns work, Kayak,” Skeet Loki says as Pistol and Rifle Lokis roll their eyes. “Rifles and pistols fire bullets. Singular projectiles. Shotguns fire shot. Lots of tiny metal balls that disperse, tearing the target to shreds. But they won’t disperse enough if I’m practically touching the bed.” When he finishes explaining, Skeet begins firing.

“I don’t see a lot of ‘tearing the target to shreds,’” Kayak Loki says, pointing to the still intact bed.

“Can we step back and wonder how we got into this?” Skateboard Loki asks. “Someone decides that athletes can’t have sex, so they order carboard beds because surely they’d break. So that meant we had to try to break the bed, but obviously none of us wanted to use sex to do so. And here we are now, Skeet shooting the bed and nothing happens.”

“Do you have any ideas?” Equestrian Loki asks.

“Yes, but I am starting to have my doubts it’ll do anything. Anyone want to assist in carrying the bed?”

If there is one thing universal about Lokis, it’s that if there is random chaotic destruction with little consequence to be done, they will do their part. Skateboard Loki leads the others to a tall staircase, at least twenty feet tall. Once they see the railing, the Lokis all know what Skateboard Loki plans to do. Luckily, he shouldn’t be able to hurt himself too much. Skateboard Loki runs up to the top of the stares, conjuring his skateboard. In a moment, he is sliding down the railing, once again, a twenty feet drop. He lands on top of the bed. The wheels can’t roll on it, so he topples to the ground.

“Are you hurt?” Judo Loki asks, more out of politeness than concern, not being worried for Skateboard Loki’s Asgardian body.

“Only slightly more damaged than the bed, it seems,” Skateboard Loki answers as Archery Loki helps him up. “Any other ideas?”

“Move the skateboard. I doubt this will do anything, but I may as well contribute with my sport,” Cycling Loki shouts from the top of the stairs. Skeet Loki grabs the skateboard and hands it to Skateboard Loki when he gets to his feet. The Lokis watch as Cycling Loki runs back a ways, out of their sight. He comes back a second later, speeding along on his bike, flying into the air when he gets to the stairs. And then he lands very violently on the bed, him and the bike falling down.

As you can probably guess, the bed still stands.

“How is this bed not broken yet?” Cycling Loki asks as Skateboard Loki helps him and the bike up.

“Move the bed to that building over there,” Climbing Loki responds, pointing to a nearby building. “The bottom half is relatively climbable. I’ll climb up and let go.”

And soon enough, Climbing Loki is at the top of the climbable section of the building. The Lokis all know he’ll survive, likely without injury. The perks of being Asgardian. They all watch as Climbing Loki plummets onto the bed.

“This isn’t particularly good at cushioning your fall, if any of you were curious. But still very much intact.” Climbing Loki looks around at the Lokis in front of him. “Where is Diving Loki?”

“Get off the bed, Climbing!” Diving Loki shouts from the very top of the building.

“What in hel are you doing?!” Karate Loki shouts up at them.

“Dive two thousand feet onto that bed!” The Lokis all know Diving Loki is mad enough to do because they each are themselves. Once Climbing Loki gets off the bed, Diving Loki jumps. It takes noticeably longer for them to hit the bed than Climbing Loki did.

The bed doesn’t receive any noticeable damage.

“What in the name of the Norns is wrong with this bed!” Diving Loki shouts.

“Maybe the answer isn’t a Loki landing on the bed,” Equestrian Loki starts. “Did any of you ever hear the story Midgard tells about us and a horse?”

“Hel no!” Basketball Loki shouts. “We are not letting you do that!”

“Dear heavens, no, I’m not going to have sex with my horse!” Equestrian Loki responds immediately. “I am going to ride my horse and we’ll jump on the bed.”

“Then don’t allude to that myth!” all the Lokis shout, or slight variations of this phrase.

Regardless, the Lokis take the bed to the stable. Equestrian Loki gets onto his horse and rides around with him for a moment before riding towards the bed and urging the horse to jump on. (No, you cannot argue this is the closest the Lokis got to having sex on the bed. If you do, I’m sure Equestrian Loki will find a way to our universe to kill you. And you would deserve it).

And it seems that the anti-sex beds can hold the weight of an Asgardian and a horse at once without breaking.

“If the designer were trying to make an indestructible bed, they would have succeeded,” Gymnastics Loki starts. “But they well and truly failed at making a flimsy bed.”

“Maybe force isn’t going to be what breaks the bed. Which, yes, makes it a worthless anti-sex bed, but I’ve gone beyond that and want to just break it now. But what if we weakened the cardboard and then stood on it. It would surely break.” Kayak Loki reasons.

“What do you suggest?” Equestrian Loki asks, returning from leading his horse back to the stable.

“I believe it is time for Kayak and I to use our sports,” Surfing says.

“Shouldn’t we have Basketball and Volleyball do something before we soak the bed, if we’re insisting on using sports to break it?” Softball Loki asks.

“Hey, we were the ones that roped you in,” Volleyball retorts.

“Have you ever watched a basketball or volleyball game? Jumping is important, and we’ve been jumping on the bed after each of you attempt to do anything. Besides, if a shotgun does nothing, I doubt a basketball or volleyball will do anything,” Basketball adds.

“Fair enough,” Softball says. “I was hoping to put the bed under a hoop and watch you jump onto it to dunk a basketball.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be a team building exercise sometime this week for us. You’re welcome to watch.”

The Lokis then go to the kayaking revenue. Kayak Loki conjures a paddle and pushes the bed into the river before jumping on and paddling away. “Surfing, how do you think this will go?” Rifle Loki asks.

“Well, the bed is slightly better than a bed made of paper. The cardboard will soak up the water and lose its durability. The bed could get destroyed underneath Kayak now. If not, it should break if someone stands on it,” Surfing Loki explains.

“Yes, it’s also supposed to break under the pressure of sex. I’m starting to think that’s not the case,” Trampoline responds.

“Only starting now?”

Kayak Loki paddles up to them and jumps onto shore. “Should be wet enough now.” He pulls the bed onto dry land and stands on it. Nothing happens. They start jumping. “Anyone that wants to join may.” Soon the bed is full of Lokis.

Despite the laws of physics, that bed still stands.

“Is it going to be any different if you surf on it?” Fencing Loki asks.

“The waves might be helpful. But I doubt it’ll do much.” Despite their doubts, the Lokis find themselves at the beach, Surfing Loki riding out on the bed towards the deeper ocean. When he gets to where the bigger waves are, he stands and surfs across the water on the wave. Which brings him back to the shore with a very much intact bed. Even after the Lokis take turns jumping, the only difference between now and when they first started is the wetness and holes from bullets, arrows, shot, and a sword.

“How about we all admit that none of our sports can destroy these beds,” Surfing Loki starts. “I have a friend, he’s a driver for NASCAR. I’m certain he’d love to assist us with his car.”

The next day, after all the Lokis are finished competing and training, they go to meet Surfing Loki’s friend. “How did you meet him?” Taekwondo Loki asks.

“He’s obsessed with jet skis. I see him all the time when I surf. Honestly, if jet ski sports were more common than they are, I am certain he would abandon car races and move to jet ski races,” Surfing Loki answers. “And here he is.”

A sleek race car rolls up to them and stops. “Loki, how am I not surprised that you called me to help you destroy something for the sake of destruction?”

“Well, Mobius, it’s not my fault someone decided we needed to sleep on ‘flimsy’ cardboard beds. They were practically begging for this to happen.”

“And yet you haven’t managed to break it? Or the rest of you Lokis?”

“No, we have not,” Diving Loki answers. “But running it over may do some damage.”

“Alright, let’s put it out over there, and I’ll speed over it.” Mobius responds.

“Fair warning, we have done everything from using it as a surfboard to putting a horse on it. Don’t be surprised if your car doesn’t break it,” Gymnastics Loki warns.

“If I can’t break it, then this bed is indestructible.” Mobius gets into his car and revs the engine. “KACHOW!” he shouts as the car goes zooming off to the bed. The car goes over the bed and decelerates to a stop. Mobius steps out of the car and looks behind him. “Less of an anti-sex bed, more of a sex-proof bed.”

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Superhero (Marvel/DC) Fic Rec

Marvel:

Ten times outta nine, I’m a hand grenade by twobettafish

Though neither remembered that night, it turns out that Tony Stark and Stephen Strange had first encountered each other years earlier. Unfortunately, that might end up destroying the universe.

Tony Stark: PR God by PinkEasterEggs

Tony just wants some good press for a change. 

*cute and fluffy series ft. 73 Questions, Dad!Tony and Son!Peter*

for a hundred visions and revisions by aventria, iluxia    

Dr. Strange looks at the world after Thanos and, faced with its seemingly irreparable brokenness, breaks his own oath. Tony, Stephen, and Loki go back in time for one more chance - an intentional choice, because they are each other's insurance against repeating the same mistakes. Tony wakes up shortly before the Stark Expo with the reactor's palladium core still poisoning him. Stephen wakes up with undamaged hands and a flourishing medical career. Loki wakes up in Asgard one day before Thor's coronation. "Do I dare disturb the universe? / In a minute there is time / for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."

*Loki time travel fic !*

In a Land of 24-hour News Cycle and a Time of Science by Morena Evensong

Sometimes, history repeats itself. Sometimes, it gets written anew. And sometimes, there comes an age when old heroes aren't needed. In a world where protecting the innocent isn't as simple as swinging a sword, a small antiques shop stands between Chinatown and Little Italy. Inside, history is never forgotten and legends are remembered as they truly were, and seen as they truly are.

*Merlin crossover, have to have least basic knowledge of the show*

Have I Changed by katling

 I liked you more before you met the Avengers.

It's an offhand comment that Tony wasn't sure he was actually meant to hear. But he did and he doesn't know what it means. Lucky for him, Rhodey's got an answer for him.

*anti-cap*

Be careful what you wish for, you may just get it by Savana_Marlark

A snap. A gauntlet. A dying man's regret. It is a dangerous thing to wish with infinity stones on your fist.

Sent back to the sands of Afghanistan, Tony Stark has a world to fix, and a Titan to stop, but he won't be doing it alone.

DC:

A Signal Of Hope by LananiA3O

None of the Robins had ever liked the galas held at the manor, but while their own experiences before during and after the event may have been as different the boys were from each other in general, one thing Bruce knew for sure: he would always, always be there to defend his sons from the vultures of this world.

A Diamond in the Rough by AllyMander

Richard John Grayson watches frozen as his parents fall, and in return everything changes.

Dick isn't adopted by the billionaire Bruce Wayne, no, instead he's taken in by his grandfather William Cobb. Or rather stolen away, to be broken down and twisted beyond repair. But Cobb miscalculates, and underestimating a child was never a good idea. For Dick has his own goals, striking his grandfather down, attaining his freedom, then dismantling the rest of the Court of Owls.

This is the story of how Dick builds a life for himself with bloody hands, refusing to follow any orders but his own. Even if that puts him on the radar of not only the Light but Batman and the Young Justice team. To him it doesn't matter, all that matters is he's a Grayson, and Grayson's are meant to fly.

Collected Bat-Family Stories by CloakedSparrow

A collection of interconnected ficlets, one shots, and stories, all focused on the Bat Family. All are based on the comics only, but blend assorted canons.

*An emotional roller coaster, from the fluffiest fluff to the most angsty angst*

a storge for you by glassofwater

They’ve never really believed in death. They know it exists, they see it all the time. It’s there, but it just doesn’t last for them. Death has never been permanent, only a mere pause in their lives. But here they stand, watching his coffin be lowered into the ground.

Infallible Dick Grayson was a fraud.

*soooo angsty, tears abound*

Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into let me know through my ask box.

[awyeahitssam]

Bakery!AU, werewolf Stiles Stilinski, no Hale fire. Working Title: No Shoes, No Shirts, No Fucks Given

Stiles wakes up in the middle of the woods, the bark of a large tree stump digging into his bare back.

Looks down.

Notes that he’s butt naked, though the sensation of twigs and leaves in uncomfortable places could’ve clued him in well enough without the visual input.

Groans.

“Fucking seriously? I knew I should’ve stuck to city life.”

He’s been a werewolf for nine weeks, and it’s the first time he’s left Berkeley since he was bitten. His dad had heavily hinted that he wanted him home for winter break months ago, and back then Stiles had been eager to agree.

That was Before. After, he just felt a crawling anxiety.

It was his dad. There was no way Noah wouldn’t notice something different about Stiles. He was a cop, trained to be observant, and in the past Stiles might have been fine but Noah had really stepped up his parenting game in Stiles’ junior year. He was hardly an absent father these days, which seemed like a bad thing for the first (okay, fifth) time.

Point being that Stiles took his finals, packed his shit, and decided to drive the two and a half hours back to Beacon Hills on about zero hours of sleep. Because he was an adult and could do what he wanted, and he wanted to be home two days sooner than promised, before his dad could throw out whatever incriminating shit was in the fridge.

After nearly falling asleep twice in about eighty minutes, Stiles ceded, pulled into a rest stop, and decided on a nap before continuing on. He had been taught to drive by three separate police officers, and besides that wasn’t dumb enough to keep himself in a situation that would have him crashing into a pole.

Key word being keep himself in, because he sure as heck would put himself in it during some manic burst of energy.

So he wasn’t super sure about the moral of this story. Don’t pass out at a rest stop,  you’ll be kidnapped, stripped, and dumped in a forest?

More like: being a werewolf sucked ass.

The only footprints that he could see were his own, and his feet were bare but undamaged, coated in several layers of dirt.

Stiles groaned, standing and relishing the pop of his spine. Then he picked a direction.

Started walking.

It takes Stiles about half an hour to find his way out of the woods, and by that time he’s recognized it as the Beacon Hills preserve. Maybe it was a Stiles thing, or more likely it was a werewolf thing (because Stiles liked a brand new excuse to blame everything on as much as the next guy), but this was no half-assed form of sleepwalking. He had gone at least sixty miles.

It took another twenty minutes of jogging to make his way into town. His dad’s house would be another forty or so, and increased body temperature or not, he’s freezing.

He sees a light on and goes for it, because whatever happens can’t be worse than being caught half-naked and covered in dirt by the old lady next door who babysat him when he was little.

It’s a bakery, less than six months old since Stiles hasn’t been home in that long and it wasn’t here last time. His dad had probably mentioned it in passing, but Stiles can’t remember for the life of him.

Most importantly, when he pushes the door (completely bypassing the ‘Closed’ sign) it budges open, bell chiming over the entryway. A sharp-eyed man looks up from the counter, mouth already open to snap something, and his words fall away in the face of Stiles pathetic state.

“Look man, I know the sign says ‘No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service.’ but I just had the weirdest night and your shop is the only building with lights on this early and I’m really, really hoping you have some spare clothes behind the counter.”

Stiles stares the dark-haired baker down hopelessly, giving his best doe eyes, and says, “Help?”

It’s not something he’s used to asking for, but put in this situation there’s not much else to do.

For the longest moment the man just stares into Stiles’ eyes, but then he takes a deep breath and the crease between his brows eases.

“Come with me,” he sighs, raising the counter so Stiles can follow him into the back of the shop. “Wouldn’t want the Sheriff’s son to be arrested for public indecency, would we?”

Stiles tries not to bristle, because there are several officers on duty (two of which he had dodged on his way) and the guy seems like he’s about to help him out. Besides, something about the man’s presence is settling, and his frazzled mind finally seems to be focusing for the first time in days.

Of course, it gets a little sketchy when that focus extends to him memorizing the scent of the guy’s shampoo and hearing his heartbeat like a loud, steady drum directly in his ear. Stiles is trying to wrangle in his super senses when a pair of sweatpants and a white tee are shoved into his arms. He turns to blink up at the man, who’s tugging his button up back on sans undershirt, and shifts awkwardly.

“Uh, thanks,” Stiles rasps, and swallows when he realizes how hoarse his voice sounds for the first time.

“Change in here,” the man says curtly, showing Stiles to the employee restroom. “We’ll talk when you’re done.”

Stiles nods, entering the bathroom with a heavy sense of trepidation. He’s going to have a hard time explaining this away, and he knows it. Still, he’s earned a reputation as ‘silvertongue’ at college, and not just because Loki was his favorite Marvel character and Stiles was good with his mouth.

He dresses slowly, bits of a plan coming together as he wipes the dirt from his feet with a damp paper towel and washes his hands. By the time he exits he looks somewhat presentable, mostly in that he’s no longer naked and doesn’t have dirt streaking his face, legs, and feet.

He hears movement towards the front of the shop, and spares a longing glance towards what he assumes in the back door, but before he can make a move the baker pops his head around the corner, eyes narrowed.

“I made tea,” he announces, and it sounds bizarrely threatening. “Come join me.”

Stiles flashes him a sheepish (and one-hundred-percent false) smile and follows him out to one of the tables. They sit.

“So, uh, thanks for the clothes—I’ll wash them and bring them back here tomorrow, if that’s cool?”

The man shrugs ambivalently, but his eyes are sharp and heavy as he regards Stiles. “That’s acceptable. Care to explain your nude jaunt through the night?”

“It’s morning,” Stiles quips back, mouth quicker than his brain, and winces preemptively, waving his hand through the air as though to dismiss his automatic snark. “No, ignore that, I’m rude and yeah, you kinda deserve an explanation here.”

Stiles sighs heavily, looking to the ceiling as if asking for some otherworldly assistance, before crossing his hands and looking back to Peter with faux seriousness. “No one in the history of ever should agree to a drunken carpool with frat boys.”

The guy’s eyebrows raise.

“Not, like, drunk driving carpool. This was more of a everyone-but-the-driver-is-wasted-after-finals-and-the-driver-can’t-turn-down-a-good-bet-to-save-his-life kind of situation. And, if you aren’t following, I was the driver.”

It's a simple enough part for Stiles to play. Stupid college student gets in over his head. Sheriff’s Kid - Bad Again? Cliches exist for a reason.

Stiles falls into his role flawlessly, blushing and wincing and laughing awkwardly at all the right points. He pulls experiences from his life to make the emotions more genuine, though some part of him still feels distant and amused by the whole situation. It’s probably the same part of Stiles that cackles at the misfortune of others and thinks morbid things at the least appropriate times.

So yes, Stiles is caught up in the lie, but he’s also monitoring the guy for a reaction. Nothing about his countenance seems to indicate disbelief so it’s a good bet this is working. Stiles was seven when he taught himself to be a good liar.

Becoming a werewolf just made him a great one. The ability to smell whether somebody was buying his shit or not was invaluable.

And really, who would admit to such a preposterous and embarrassing tale if it wasn’t true?

“—and now that you’ve got enough material to blackmail me for life, what even is your name?”

The guy, who had stared at him steadily through his rant, scent fluctuating between incredulity, amusement, and irritation, tapped neat nails on the table between them. “I’m ever-so hurt you don’t already know it, but very well. It’s Peter.”

Stiles cocked a brow.

“Hale.”

Stiles blinked, because Hale was not only a name he knew from childhood, but one that had popped up in his extensive research into his sudden lycanthropy.

And this guy couldn’t be serious.

“Oh? Any relation to Talia Hale?”

The man smirks. Stiles wonders if he can smell his building irritation at the thought that—

“Oh yes, Alpha Hale is my older sister.”

Good god.

“Did you seriously just sit there listening to my ode on the tribulations of being a dumb college kid for shits and giggles?”

Peter shrugs loosely. “I wanted to see if you could lie convincingly, and it seems you can.”

Stiles’ exhaustion and grumpiness began to peek through the need to protect his secret. He had to find his car, figure out what led to the sleepwalking and how to prevent it in the future, and determine whether or not he was going to be attacked for entering another pack's territory despite having grown up there.

He also had one million questions about the whole ‘how to werewolf’ issue, but he’d been doing fine on his own so far and Stiles hated asking for help. Especially from someone that practically reeked of smugness.

Stiles wrinkled his nose, huffed, and stood. “Thanks for the outfit, I’ll bring it back tomorrow morning.”

He turned to the door, and for a moment Peter let him live in the delusion that he could walk out without a word.

“You know, sweetheart, your life is going to be difficult if you can’t even tell a born were from your average human.”

Stiles stalled, glancing back. It was a good point. Stiles had been in the same high school as Cora Hale for four years and never even suspected. Clearly he wasn’t as observant as he liked to think.

“My life is already pretty difficult, darling. Are you just pointing out what’s evident, or offering a solution?”

Peter made a thoughtful humming sound, watching him expectantly, and Stiles scoffed. “Yeah, I thought not.”

Whatever this man wanted from him, Stiles wasn’t interested.

He was halfway out the door when Peter asked, “Would you like a ride?”

Stiles grit his teeth and tried to think logically. He couldn’t show up at his dads sans jeep, and he really didn’t fancy walking the sixty plus miles to find it.

Still, “Don’t you have a shop to open?”

[mastrmiscellaneous]

Profiles

Name: Leif of Brittany

Godly Parent: Thor (father), Legacy of Loki (grandmother)

Nationality: British

Ethnicity: Anglo-Saxon

Birthday: mid Halig Monath (September)

Age: 18 (when he died and went to Valhalla), 1200 give or take

Height: 5’10

Build: muscular and tough, broad shoulders and thick arms. Leif has large hands, a strong jaw, and tree trunk legs.

Hair: Rusty ginger, with a sight wave. Cut into a cropped, messy bowl cut, with a puffed up top and front that falls in front of his eyebrows

Eyes: forest green

Skin/Complexion: pale skin with pink undertones. He has scars littering his body: a sword slash on his shoulder, puncture wounds from an arrow being shot through his stomach and coming out his back. Burn scars litter his body from attempting to control his lightning and magic

Skills:

· Demigod –

o Control over thunder and lightning

o Shape-shifting – can change his appearance and clothing at will

o Nordic Magic

o Saxon ritualistic magic

· Normal –

o Expert use over weapons; sword, axe, dagger

o Potion making

o Expert knowledge over history and culture

o Sewing

o cooking

Weapons:

· Saxon sword with a gold hilt and pommel, the handle wrapped in red leather, the blade dipped in bone steel

· Curved bone steel dagger

· Bone steel single blade Viking war axe with the symbols of Thor and Loki burnt into the wooden handle

Bio:

Leif was born in 8th Century Britain, around the time of the initial invasions of Brittany from the Nordic Vikings. His mother, Mildritha, was the daughter of Loki, and met Thor when looking for mushrooms in the woods. Leif was born during harvest time, an unusual thunderstorm brewing over the village. As Leif was born, his family hut was struck by lightning, but left undamaged by the bolt.

Leif was raised as a typical Saxon boy, brought up to be a warrior. His mother taught him how to use the magic they inherited from her mother, Loki, and how to control his shapeshifting. Leif caused a lot of trouble in his village with his mischievous pranks, but his general ability with magic and fighting kept him well respected as he grew.

When Leif was 15, a family of three, a mother, father, and daughter, arrived at their village as runaways from a Viking invasion from further down south. He became close to the girl, Freya, and they quickly became closer than friends. After a couple of years courting, at age 17, Leif proposed to Freya, who eagerly agreed. There was much celebration in the village that night.

A year later, the two were still engaged and very close to their marriage. One day, just a month before their wedding, Leif was out with a group of friends, other warriors from the village. They were messing around in the woods, Leif showing off some magic, and the other boys joking around about his upcoming marriage. However, the sound of a horn echoed from the distance. Leif identified it as a Viking horn, recognising the sound from Freya retelling the story of her village’s invasion. He told his friends to run back to the village, warn the residents of the invaders. Leif stayed back and used his magic to keep them away. Eventually, he disguised himself as a Viking and entered the party, marching towards his village. The invaders threatened the remaining Saxon warriors, and Leif saw his chance. starting the fight from within the ranks and revealing himself as a Saxon.

The battle waged for hours, Leif using his magic, his sword, and finally the power of Thunder and Lightning. As he thrust his sword into the air, summoning the power of his father, an arrow was shot through his stomach, sticking right through his torso. He continued to fight, struck the invaders with his father’s power, but not all of them died. he continued to fight, slowing down, succumbing to his wounds, but he did not stop fighting until he could no more. As he slayed the final Viking, he finally fell.

He was taken to Valhalla by a Valkarie named Gödull. His place was debated, due to his heritage and the fact that he killed Nordic men to get there, as well as his close relation with Loki. Eventually, they decided that if he completed a task for Odin, he would be allowed to stay in Valhalla. They sent him to collect a tooth from the World Snake, Jörmungandr, as the magical properties would be useful for Odin. Leif completed this task, taking a second tooth as a trophy, and as a reminder for why he is there.

Name: Pollen Vice

Godly Connection: Follower and Host of Serqet

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: unknown

Birthday: 4th April, 1996

Age: 14 when merged with Serqet

Height: 5’7

Build: Slim, signs of past starvation clear on her frame. slight definition of her muscle, but it’s small

Hair: Greyish white, shaved sides and back with straight tuft brushed forward and angled to the right

Eyes: pale icy blue, slightly sunken from the years of disturbed or lack of sleep. Turn orange when using Serqet’s power, or when Serqet is wanting to transform

Skin/Complexion: Sickly pale, but slightly tanned from the years of being outside.

Skills:

· Magician –

o Control over Glamour

o Divine words

o Toxihinesis

o Charming and communication of Snakes and Scorpions

o Elemental magic – fire and water

· Normal –

o Fighting with a staff and sword

o hiding, escaping

o drawing

Weapons:

· Willow wood staff with an emerald crystal in the bulged top

· Meteoric iron glaive sword with a golden handle and hilt, with a Meteoric iron pommel, curved and sharpened

Bio:

Pollen was born in New York City. She was abandoned by her parents just hours after she was born, before her birth certificate could even be signed by both parents, or before she could be named. She was kept in the hospital for five days, while the nurses and doctors attempted to contact her parents. During this time, the nurses struggled to care for the girl, as the constant change of who was caring for her was troubling her. Pollen liked being held, that being the only time she was calm, and therefore the nurses took turns keeping hold of her. They named her Pollen after they realised she would sneeze every time they walked her past a vase of flowers that sat on the desk they worked at. Eventually, the officials abandoned their search for Pollen’s parents, and called social services. The girl was taken into care.

Pollen was passed from foster home to foster home her whole life, every foster parent complaining about her behaviour. She would cry more than most, and they appeared to have an odd change in character around Pollen. As she grew, they struggled to find any more places to put her. She was placed in a few terrible homes, suffered physical, mental, and emotional abuse and neglect. Her only solace was a voice in her head, and a reoccurring character in her dreams, a woman with a scorpion tale of the name Serqet.

The woman helped guide Pollen through life, advising her on how to keep safe, despite the terrible situations she found herself in. Eventually, when she was 12, Serqet advised the girl to run away, after the only good thing in her life, a sympathetic and kind social worker, was suddenly gone. Pollen ran and hid, traveling through the state and evading the authorities. Two years later, she found a familiar woman hiding in a warehouse. She found it was Serqet, learnt she was an Egyptian goddess, and needed a host. Pollen and Serqet merged, and Pollen became a powerful magician. she made her way to the Brooklyn House, at Serqet’s guidance.

Here, she meets a fellow magician, Myles, whith whom she shares similar experiences, and they bond quickly, becoming a sort of brother and sister duo. Eventually, Pollen goes out on a mission for her fellow magicians, and runs into two unlikely companions, Norse demigods Leif and Leon.

[quietlyapocalyptic]

Is number 23 still available 👀👀

…in relief.

Tony didn’t think he’d ever run so fast, shoving through the mess of human suffering, through the hundreds of people just milling almost aimlessly, looks of hopelessness and emptiness decorating their weary faces.

Tony’s own expression was desperate, painfully so– his lips twisted, his eyes wide, skin pale under the splatters of blood. He wasn’t sure how he and Loki had become separated– they had started the battle apart, as they always did, since Tony was near the front with the infantry while Loki was at the back with the other mages. But they’d found each other amongst the following chaos, had fought with their backs pressed together, fighting more to protect each other than the cause their King had set his army upon—

But the push and pull of battle had forced them apart without Tony even noticing. And now that the swords had quieted, now that the loudest sound left was not the clashing of metal or the screams of the newly injured, but the low, awful moans of the slowly dying, Tony had only the one thought on his mind.

Loki.

Mages were often targeted during battles, due to their ability to take out multiple men at once. Just thinking about it had Tony’s heart in his throat, his breaths little more than wheezing gasps as he cast his gaze around the muddy, bloody field, eyes landing on every fallen soldier with increasingly frantic despair—

“Anthony!”

Tony turned on his heel immediately, eyes widening, lips parting in a gasp—

And there he was.

His helmet was gone, his hair dirty and matted. There was a slice through his leather armour on the right side of his chest, but Tony could see the undamaged green shirt underneath– stained by blood, but likely not Loki’s.

But despite the blood, the mud, the sweat, the tears– Tony launched himself across the remaining distance, threw his arms around Loki’s neck and crushed their lips together.

Loki’s arms were around Tony’s waist in an instant, drawing him in as close as it was possible to be. They kissed like it would heal them, like it would bring back all that they had just lost– they kissed like the broken, like the dying, like the damned. They kissed like they’d fought, with reckless abandon and a fierceness that couldn’t be quelled.

They kissed like they thought they had lost their whole world– but had snatched it back from the claws of the end.

And as the kiss broke, as they clutched at each other with small, relieved prayers, Tony’s expression split into a devastating grin.

Because despite all the death around them, despite the horrors of the battle… Loki was alive, and for Tony, that was more than enough to keep his world turning.

Send me a number, and I’ll write a kiss.

[maribatshipper]

Ice Age Reader Insert Chapter 1.

Y/N sighs. Today just isn't her day. First her wallet gets stolen, which only has a few dollars in it and an expired gift card, then someone tries to run her over, making her get mad and point at the clearly red light and cameras. Now she just wants to slip into some Cozy PJ's and immerse herself into the wonderful world of reader inserts. She pushes her h/c locks out of her face. One part of her hair has been dyed a nice shade of red. It's a long streak.

"Why can't real life be like reader inserts?" Y/N sighs.

"Because that's not how life works. Unless you want me to take over for a day?" A voice in the back of her head answers.

Oh yeah, meet E/N(Evil name). She's basically Y/N's evil side who Y/N ignores 67% of the time. You know, the "inner demon", as some call it. Y/N named it because she's always loved the idea of having an alternate reality her where she's evil and she'd have to fight her alternate reality self.

"No thanks, E/N. You're just a voice in my head. We both know that." Y/N scoffs as she opens her computer.

After reading the unfinished story of Ice Age 2.0 A Human In The Herd on Wattpad, she searches again for actual reader inserts only for the computer to crash.

"Oh come on! You're a Windows! You literally have the word "ENVY" written underneath my left hand when I'm typing!" Y/N glares.

Suddenly, the computer starts sputtering, causing Y/N to throw it towards the wall, where it shatters and a dark portal opens up.

"What the hell?!" E/N exclaims.

Y/N walks towards the portal, curious. This is just like those reader inserts. Mainly the Avengers ones with Loki and the reader.

E/N yells, "What the hell are you doing, you fool?! I can't take over the world if your body is dead! You know the saying curiosity killed the cat!"

Y/N responds, "But satisfaction brought it back..." as she reaches towards the portal.

The portal suddenly changes colour, blue and black seeming to go everywhere like electricity. Y/N runs away, fear gripping her body as she runs towards the couch and grabs blankets, backpack, and leftover pizza before the Portal starts pulling her in.

"We're doomed! I told you not to go to the stupid portal!" E/N yells in Y/N's head.

Y/N flies backwards, towards the portal, but reaches out for that last slice of pizza, barely missing it as the portal closes, leaving the house for the insects and rodents.

***

"Did anyone get the license plate of that portal?" E/N's voice echoes through Y/N's head.

Y/N groans in pain as she sits up, opening her e/c eyes, seeing her blankets thrown left and right on the ground. She groans as she picks them up, shakes them off, then throws them in her backpack. She grabs her head and collapses to the ground as a splitting headache runs through her head like a bullet.

"Make it stop! Make it stop, Y/N!"

Y/N feels something cold next to her hand and picks it up, placing it on her head, soothing the headache. She removes it to see a cracked piece of ice as big as her hand. She turns to see animals coming towards her. She quickly hides behind a huge boulder of ice. She then stops and looks at what she's hiding behind.

"Where am I? Greenland?" She whispers.

She searches through her backpack to see that her Bluetooth headphones are undamaged, but if her phone runs out of power in her phone and headphones, they're only good for muffling noise, which can be useful later. Hopefully. She peaks out to see that these aren't ordinary animals. She swears that these animals have been extinct for thousands of years.

"I'm just saying, how do we know it's an Ice age?"

"Because... of all... THE ICE!"

Suddenly, Y/N's face pales. She's definitely heard those line before. She then hears the animals exclaiming in shock to see a mammoth. But not just any mammoth. Manfred.

"Well, I'm doomed." Y/N mumbles.

"How do you think I feel? I'm not even in a body!"

Y/N mutters, "You shut up, E/N."

Y/N walks away, going the opposite way of the animal traffic, knowing that there are humans somewhere around. She shivers slightly as she walks towards the giant ice cliff miles away, just one thought on her mind.

"I'm in Ice Age."

A/N: I saw there weren't enough reader inserts for this fandom. And they all ship you with someone. I want just platonic. Is that too much to ask for?

[fablesrose]

Of Kings and Shadows XXII

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Notes: On Wattpad –> Here

Masterlist

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Usually, the team goes to Nick for missions and debriefs. This time, however, Nick came to the compound.

Thor and Bruce looked sympathetically at the four sporting bruises and holding ice packs to black eyes. Thor and Bruce didn't go into the compound and Loki was a bit more durable and healed faster than the others. One thing that everyone had in common that went on that mission was the shock.

The twins, Rhodey, Vision, Sam, and Bucky had all gotten the day off. It was kind of cruel irony, the ones who knew her, laughed with her, got to discover her previously unknown fate.

"And you're sure about this?" Nick sat at the front of the room trying to wrap his head around what they had told him.

The five all voiced their own "yes."

"You're positive?"

"Unless Y/n has a twin sister that looks exactly like her that you don't know about, then yeah, pretty positive." Tony gingerly reapplied his ice pack to the back of his skull where his head hits his helmet. "Friday, throw up the footage."

A screen opened up to show what was recorded from Tony's helmet. The feed was fast-forwarded to where Y/n walked into view amid the Hydra agents. Once her full face was shown the footage stopped and zoomed in close.

"Unless I'm mistaken,  I believe Y/n's eyes are very much black."

"Right you are my favorite android." Tony waved his finger haphazardly at Vision across the table.

Nick sat down and swiveled his chair to face the screen, "It looks like we found our missing Queen."

"Are we sure it's even her?" Sam looked apologetic for even suggesting such a thing, but skeptical all the same, "Could she be some sort of evil twin or somethin'?" Everyone couldn't help but flick their eyes to Wanda and Pietro at the mention of twins.

"No, Sam, it's her," Nick was looking at the screen.

"How can you tell?"

"There are stretch marks on her neck. Those are extremely hard to mimic and are in an unusual place."

Everyone was a bit freaked out.

Tony was squinting at the screen, "How can you even see that?"

Nick didn't answer so Tony looked to Natasha for an answer since she knew everything, but she didn't even acknowledge him.

Pietro looked more puzzled than the others, "Why would she have stretch marks on her neck?"

"Hey, Loki," Clint had a barely noticeable smirk on his face, "why don't you explain."

"That is a long story that does not need to be explained at the moment."

Bruce started the video again and watched it play through for a couple of minutes, studying Y/n's face. "There isn't even a hint of recognition in her face," he turned to look at the others in the room, "what could they have done to her?"

Rhodey started counting on his fingers, "She's been missing for what? Six years?"

Vision finished for him, "And The Queen has surfaced a little under four years ago."

"She must have seen many horrors in those two years." Thor looked solemn, not wanting to look at the screen.

"Good to see you can do basic math, brother." Loki tried to sneer, but it turned more into a wince than anything.

Thor sent a half-hearted glare back at him.

"They must be doing something a lot harder and faster to cut down the time table that quickly from when I was in there." Bucky swallowed while he had his eyes locked on the table.

Steve had a hand on Bucky's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze to show that he was safe there. Bucky nodded back at him to show he appreciated it.

"Maybe she's weak." Pietro was snapping his gum rather loudly but soon started to shrink back into his seat when he felt the glares.

"Or she could have gone with them willingly." Everyone froze as they looked over at Wanda. At first, she didn't notice the stares, but her magic tapped into the overall vibe of the room and she became a little uneasy.

"I would watch what you say about Ms. Y/n, Wanda." Vision had a look of warning when he looked at her, but she could tell that he wasn't excluding himself from it. "She is well respected not only by the people in this room but many outside of it as well."

Wanda's eyes wandered to see what exactly Vision was talking about. She noticed that Bruce had hints of green peeking out of his shirt collar. Loki had wisps and sparks of green winding around his fingers. Everyone else had twitching fingers or were flexing their jaws, struggling to stay calm. Or in Natasha's case, she was deadly still. What really drew her attention was everyone's hair sticking up at the static electricity. The source of which was the glow from Thor's eyes and the lines of lightning running up and down the space in between his fingers.

She mumbled out an apology and tucked her head down, not speaking a word more.

Steve was the first to speak again as he turned to face Nick, "How do you want to proceed, Fury?"

Nick sighed and leaned forward, templing his hands on the table. "We continue on missions as usual, but I want to adjust one thing on the teams. I want Loki on all the missions from now on." Nick focused on Loki, "You can get a break once we catch her. I want you to focus on getting in her head, try to communicate with her, find a weakness so we can take her down, anything."

"I can do that Fury," Wanda carefully peeked at him, tilting her head towards him.

"I know Wanda, but I still want Loki to supervise even when you're there. He has a lot more practice than you." He turned his attention to everyone else in the room, "She's an asset, and I would prefer if she was undamaged."

'Any more than she already is.'

Wanda read the thought from someone's head, but as everyone stood to leave, the commotion caused her to lose the link with whose ever mind she was reading before she could identify exactly who it was.  

Wanda didn't enjoy invading people's privacy by reading their minds... That was a lie. She knew she wasn't supposed to enjoy invading privacy, at least, that's what they keep telling her every time she lets it slip that she's doing it. Honestly, she didn't really see a reason not to, if they can't tell she's doing it, why bother to stop. (If only she could keep her mouth shut.)

She asked Loki once if he was reading everyone's minds since she knew he was more than capable of doing so. He told her, no, his reason being "Why would you do that when there other ways of obtaining information that are far more fun."

She didn't ask what those were.

Wanda only tried to read his mind once but it was heavily shielded. She couldn't get past them and the look he gave her and the gleam in his eye made her not want to know what was in his head.

The team rarely, if ever, talked about Y/n as a group. As stated before they would talk about her more in pairs on a particularly hard day.

Wanda didn't know much about her, but with this new revelation coming to light there was no way she was going to leave anything in the dark.  The Avengers were growing soft and sentimental. Wanda didn't have any biases about this chick and if no one was going to tell her about her, well, Wanda was just going to have to play a little dirty.

She wandered through the compound, drifting just close enough to rooms where members of the team resided to be able to skim their thoughts and memories.

The more she drifted, the more frustrated she got. Wanda wasn't sure what she was expecting, some dirty little secret or maybe, hopefully, some sort of weakness. Instead, all she was getting was waves of sadness, confusion, and fond memories. There was no useful information in everything she skimmed through, just inconsequential things, like what she would have wanted her superpower to be, surprise surprise, she didn't get anywhere close, or that she had impressive karaoke skills.

Wanda's frustration caused her to not be so subtle in her investigating and she began to dive deeper into the minds of those around her. She finally made her way around to Bucky's room and instantly dove into his mind to see what the scoop was from him.

She regretted it quickly.

Bucky was trying to figure out what exactly they could have done to Y/n in the space of two years to have that much control over her. In order to do that he had to go over what exactly they did to him. Bucky lasted for nearly twenty years before breaking. He thought over all the types of torture and brainwashing they put him through, not without a flinch or two. What in the world could they have done to this agent that he hadn't even met, to make her not have a shred of recognition in the span of two years?

Pietro's comment did cross his mind a time or two, 'What if she's weak?' It didn't say for long, however, from what he's heard about her from Steve, Natasha, Clint, even Tony a few times, she was strong-willed. And to be a Shield agent? That job isn't for the weak of heart.

He tried to stop thinking about it, but his heart ached for another soul crushed, just like his. He only hoped he could maybe help her. If they ever found her again.

Wanda found it hard to tear herself away from such thoughts. She tried, but they just kept drawing her into the heartbreak, the pain. By the time she was able to detach herself from the web of horrors that was Bucky's thoughts, Wanda was emotionally exhausted.

She had finally found a consequence of reading someone's mind: sometimes you really don't want to know.  

She had to retire to her own room and sort out all the stuff she had learned, but she had also decided that maybe she shouldn't be using her powers so liberally. Maybe learning about this Y/n wasn't worth it. Maybe she should just leave it alone.

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I have a confession to make. I had stopped being really proactive in my head for the past couple of months (I'm assuming a timeline here).  Due to that, I could feel the dark walls around me becoming soft and pliable. They weren't pliable to me, but Noxy started to invade the little space I had. It was almost like I was being eaten. The part of my body's consciousness that was me was slowly disappearing. I didn't fight back either. What was the point?

I had never allowed myself to make up scenarios about meeting the Avengers again, about them saving me, helping me, beating me. It only made my helplessness feel worse. But now? Despite everything I tried, it was the only thing I could think about. Over and over again, different options, conversations, deaths came to mind about how this could end.

'What if I could talk to them?'

'What if I somehow gained control and could join them in the middle of battle?'

'What song could be playing to somehow give them a clue of how to beat Noxy?'

That was the one I chose to entertain the most. I tried to sort through my music library but with music as my natural defense system, the lyrics seemed to be slipping away from my grasp into the dark expanses of my mind. I could only hope that the melodies were also engraved on my heart so that they could never be taken from me.

The song that I chose that could maybe give them the best clue was Blinded by the Light by what's-his-face-that-starts-with-an-m.

I became obsessed with it. Its words were one of the songs that were slipping away, and I could only mumble a few of the lines, but by heaven did I sing them.

Over.

And over.

And over.

Again.

And again.

And then maybe once more.

Blinded by the light... revekjsmed up like a dochewekf. Ansldkjthor rumner in the night!

'Please find me. Take me down. Kill me, I don't care. I need out.'

The more I thought about it, the more I became a slave to the song, to myself, to the darkness keeping me imprisoned...

Maybe I wasn't as sane as I would like to believe.

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33ptulhhQPg

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                                         Hodr, the God of Winter,                      whose origins stem from Ancient Scandinavia.                                     He is now the owner of Nysnö.

FC NAME/GROUP: Kim Jaejoong | JYJ/Soloist GOD NAME: Hodr PANTHEON:  Norse OCCUPATION: Tailor, Owner of Nysnö HEIGHT: 1m80 DEFINING FEATURES:

- Porcelain complexion, very easy to get tanned or sunburnt

- Big, watery, and expressive eyes with natural eyebags  

- Tattoos:

+ Two quotes on the left chest: Deferto Neminem (Accuse no man), Always keep the faith

+ A pyramid with an eye and a set of horns, with three dots above on the left wrist

PERSONALITY: Just like what the last season of a year would offer to the world, Hodr’s got that quiet yet immense power to free, to freeze, and to frighten.

More often than not, he is the literally coolest individual found in any place he’s been to, and his too-cool-for-you resting face with porcelain complexion won’t help. But no, he’s not just a walking ice statue, and yes, he knows how to socialize and even tell jokes – the ones that would help listeners not to try so hard for a pity laugh. He looks aloof and is aloof most of the time, until the situation calls for what he can contribute. Although he may not be the fastest to offer a hand, Hodr would only offer what he’s best at. And actually, after thousands of years of trial and error, the winter god is confident to say that he’s a well-qualified player in quite many different fields in life. And does that make him cocky, sassy, savage at times? Yes dear, all checked.

On the more serious note, this icy god would be often seen alone, being absorbed in a book, something on the screen, or just in his own thoughts. It doesn’t mean he’s unaware of his surroundings at those times; in fact, the reverse is true. Hodr has a keen eye for detail, which would make him the perfect go-to person if you want your new hair cut, new glasses, or even a tiny pimple near your hairline, to get some attention. The god likes to give honest compliments, moral support, physical support, basically what it takes to help others feel more confident in themselves. In some senses, he could be seen as an amateur life coach. And a great drink buddy. He himself isn’t really confident in his flirting skills, but if you’re looking for at-least-acceptable courtship, relationship, or situationship advice, Hodr can manage to give you some.  

However, Hodr would take his sweet time to warm up to others, not because he needs to consider if they would worth his time, but the exact another way around. Despite his well-put-together demeanor, insecurity and fear of abandonment are some of the challenges he’s still striving to conquer. Also, Hodr’s developed this odd determination to make as few mistakes as possible, hence his over-meticulousness and indecision, also explains why he might take months to finish a suit. Yet, if one gives him enough patience and understanding, guarantee that they would get the best-customized suit on earth, and probably a (some sort of) friend in this Norse god of winter.  

HISTORY:

  Before Ragnarok

What was the fun of being the forgotten son of Odin? Nothing much - or should it be phrased almost nothing at all – except for the plethora of aloneness, which equaled to ultimate freedom in Hodr’s book.

The God of Winter was born with eyes that could only see the depth of his own soul and not one of the universe’. At first, it was a curse, then a blessing in disguise, for it gave him the privilege to stay away from the frenzied dance of life and death, of battles and romances, of wisdom and stupidity, those that most other Norse deities had always relished. Hodr preferred, almost thrived on, his blissful solitude. He loved it when he could turn not only one, but both blind eyes, to the surrounding chaos. And it was like a seed planted on barren land, the desire to be at the center of attention and adoration like his dear brother Baldur was. From the first day of existence, Hodr had already understood this. His brother was born to be loved, and he was born to be left alone.

In the serendipity sang by the winter breezes, Hodr had heard his final. Or finals, to be exact. That yes, he was born to with a cursed blessing like no others, that he could make use of it to keep trouble at least a winter away, but that wasn’t meant to last forever. Nothing supposed to last forever, especially when – no matter how different they were – all the Norse deities have been waiting for the Ragnarok since the beginning of their fate.

“I, too, shall die,” he informed one night at the gales caressing his porcelain cheeks. The gales, reminded of the anticipated farewell, hurled in despair. Hodr smiled, the warmest a god of winter could muster. “Behave yourself while I’m away, won’t you?” The winter gales laughed out their response.

And they kept wuthering. Their mighty roars got deafening the day Loki showed up with a mistletoe spear; the sound so deafening Hodr could not really hear what they were trying to say, but the spear had already been thrown away, aiming at a target even his wildest imagination could not let him to see.

When he knew was when it was too late to know. Baldur’s death came much faster than his belated realization. He abhorred Loki, with just one tenth the hatred he had dedicated to himself. Loki’s natural couldn’t outshine his exceptional gullibility; his wrongdoing couldn’t be anything else but a proof of foolishness.  

The forgotten outcast was now the greatest sinner. Hodr melted into an epitome of guilt and agony.

The mighty Odin went berserk, of course he would. Hodr could tell what was coming – a decision, a revenge, exactly what he was expecting to. It was another blessing that he did not have to wait for long. One day after Baldur’s death, Vali was born. Just as great as their father, he had completed his sole duty of showing Hodr the way back to nothingness with utter ease. There was no sign of protest from Hodr.

But no one could rest in peace.

Winter did not keep its promise to its God. The freezing gales kept hurling their inconsolable anger. Ice and snow waged war against all gods and men, buried three summers under their thick white blood, and no living left undamaged.

That was how Fimbulwinter started, and how the world began to end.

After Ragnarok

Hodr couldn’t tell how long it had passed between his death and his resurrection. Probably a Ragnarok apart, or that was what he had heard from the survivors. How could he return to life? Why him and not some other much more deserved warriors? No one, including winter, could give him a convincing answer.

What he’d known was that Baldur had also come back to life – the best news Hodr heard since his existence. No blames, no cries, only understanding, and family bond were shared again between the two Odin’ sons, which, until now, still surprised Hodr somehow.

Asgard and the other eight worlds were quick to recover, teeming with life. The winter gales had stopped wuthering. Yet, there were still so many questions left, to which if he did not find the answers, no one - even his greatest of a father - could.

Is this all the reasons why I have been here on earth?

Is there anything else I should know? Learn? Master?

Is there any other place I should go? Anyone else I should meet?

Is there really something called ‘true love’? What is love though, anyway?

Hodr spent the next millennia on self-discovery and re-discovery. On learning and un-learning. On growing up, getting wiser, bolder. On figuring out that actually, his hands were actually much more skillful than they were thought to be. On being a god, then being a god in a human vessel. On falling in, then out of love.

It turned out that true love was real. Hodr felt lucky that unlike humans, whose single-use lives might be too short to find one or too long it was hard to tell it apart of the false ones, he was really deep in it a couple of times. All of the romances he got the chance to co-create, some faded into memories, some into scars, some into a holy mess. But Hodr had learned that just like everything else on this universe, true love wouldn’t last forever. At this point of his seemingly endless quest of knowledge and self-improvement, Hodr was pretty sure that he had raised an army of those who loved him, and an equal-size one of those who hated his guts.

Winter wasn’t meant to be adored by everyone, was it?

But now, let’s get back to a couple months ago, when Hodr was chilling with a long-term fellow god at a corner of a bustling bar. Both were in their newest human vessels, drinking cold beer and talking about what on earth they should try next for this human lifetime. At some points in their unplanned plans discussion, his friend raised a random question.    

“Have you tried out Mount Phoenix?”

“What is a mount phoenix?”

“No, it’s the Mount Phoenix. A magical island of gods and their half-human kids. Some of your kids are there as well, I think. Go figure it out!”

So, in the next morning, Hodr woke up sober, packed his bags and himself, and cruised to the Mount Phoenix to figure it out, first and foremost for the thrill of new adventures. Soon, the universe once again showed him that there were still so many things in its pockets that he hadn’t even heard about just yet. Hodr was intrigued, so he chose to stick around the island probably a little longer to seriously figure things out.

He’s also been mastering the art of making suits, by the way.

POWERS:

Winter Manipulation: Able to induce the intensity of winter and that of other elements in its realm, including cold, death, and solitude to some extent.

Water Manipulation: Able to create, shape, manipulate water in solid, liquid, and gas states, also change water from one state to others. Able to create ice objects, including weaponry.

Cold Manipulation: Able to create, shape, and manipulate cold, making everything (including living things) colder with direct or close-ranged contact, ranging from mild coolness to freezing point.

Cold Immunity: Be immune and completely invulnerable to both cold’s direct and indirect effects.  

Cold Empowerment: Will be quickly energized or become physically stronger, faster, more durable once in contact with cold.

STRENGTHS:

Hodr is an epitome of the phrase ‘aging like a fine wine.’

He’s very much open-minded, quick-witted, and is a diligent learner. Learn best by trial and error.

If one can withstand the cold, they would get a compassionate, reliable, and loyal companion in him.

He’s pretty much dexterous, and likes to make things with his hands and not his power.

He’s got good taste in fashion. Surprise, surprise!

WEAKNESSES:

He’s cursed with bad eyesight, no matter how good the condition of his vessel’s eyes is. Can’t live without medical glasses or contact lenses.

High heat is Hodr’s nemesis. He’ll rarely enjoy hot food or drinks, and will become noticeably lethargic during summers.

He’s quite slow to open up to new faces, may let his doubts misguide his mind, and can be frustratingly indecisive at times.

He’s still somewhat gullible to those he loves or considers to be trusted friends.

[wolfpawn]

Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 27

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

Chapter Summary -  Loki's reaction to the new revelation, and that of Ella on her learning of the situation.

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Loki rushed through the halls of the palace, not paying heed to any around him, he didn’t care. He simply did not care. 

On his travels, he did not notice Ella, who had gone to get something to drink for herself. Ella, however, noticed him and more so, she noticed his distressed state. 

Worried, she went to go after him but was stopped by a long blue arm. When she noticed to whom the arm was attached, she paused. “I fear Loki needs some time to himself right now, Princess.” 

“What has occurred?”

Laufey sighed. “I should not say, as it is not my place.” “If I were to wait for Loki to say anything, I would be waiting until the end of time.” She pointed out. 

Laufey chuckled and nodded, noting the truth of her words before becoming solemn. “I fear my eldest son has broken an unwritten rule of our realm.” “Which rule is that?” “To never take the mate of a family member.” 

Ella frowned before her eyes widened with realisation. “The one Loki loved before everything.” 

“Yes. On Jotunheim, if a pairing cannot occur, for whatever reason that is, it is generally respected that none within the family will take that being as their mate as to be a mate is a complex bond and it is frowned upon to trespass on the bond shared by such an individual and one’s own kin.” “And Loki just found this out?” She looked to where Loki had rushed of sadly. “I cannot imagine how greatly that hurts for him.” 

“You show more sympathy than most.” 

“He loved her, I cannot say if he does not love her still, to have her torn from him for me and then for his own brother to do something like that, that is horrid for him. I cannot imagine how this hurts him.” She explained. 

Laufey looked at Ella in startled amazement at her empathy for Loki considering the subject matter. “It is best to leave him for now, Princess.” With that, Laufey turned and walked away. 

Ella, however, did not heed his advice. Slowly, she made her way through the palace, using the startled Jotnar that seemed confused by something they had just witnessed as her manner of finding where Loki had been. She finally came to a large open area that seemed to have no real defined purpose. The snow was deep and undamaged by footfall, bar one single set of prints. She walked through those prints, though her own strides were less in length until finally, she came to Loki, sitting on an ice bench. “I’m so sorry.” “Did you know?” His voice heavy, telling her he had been in tears. 

“No, no. I only found out a moment ago.” Her reply was quiet and sincere. 

“So why are you apologising?” “Because you are hurting, because it is not fair, because those who should, have not.” She walked closer to him. 

“I chose to end it.” “But you never wanted to. And though I suspect that with time, you would have accepted her finding another, you had not thought it so soon and with your brother.” “He is not my brother,” Loki growled coldly. 

“He has wronged you. He has broken your trust, but he will never stop being your brother. Trust me, if there is any that would wish to break such a title, it is me and damn but I tried. We’re stuck with them regardless.” Loki could not help but huff a small laugh. “Did Thor steal your beloved?” “Yeah, that’s why Liuilf stands behind him every day, to stare at his ass.” Loki looked at her in shock of her saying something so crude. “No, he did not.” She put her hand on his arm gently. “I know this is a peculiar situation, I know it is a betrayal yet not one at the same time.” Loki looked at her hand on him before looking at her, not trying to hide the tears he had shed. “You are the only one who is always truly honest with me.”

“Yet it was my ultimatum that forced your hand. That forced you to leave her go. In all honesty, I thought you would despise me for it.” 

“I made that choice, and I stood by it. I knew it would hurt when the time came, as you said, but my brother....” He looked down again, the last word barely a whisper. “My kin.” “It makes you question if she ever loved you at all, or if it was all for position.” “She could not have loved me, not by doing that. I loved her. I was trying to let my feelings fade naturally. I did not even try to uphold my father’s demand for children, not while I still cared, and she…”

Ella gently squeezed his hand again. “You don’t deserve this.” 

“I wish I could just break something.” Ella thought for a moment before using her seidr to create a pillar of ice not too far away. “Break that.” “What?” “Make an ice knife, and shatter that. I love shattering glass when I am angry, shatter that.” Loki eyed her for a moment. “Do you know how to be angry?” “Thor is my brother, I know how to be incandescent with rage.” 

Loki’s eyes widened. “You’re not a Berserker too, are you?”

“Norns no, if I go into a fit of anger and kill you, it will be with a clear mind and planning that I do so. Where my brother would have no idea he pummeled you to death with his beloved mallet, I will have poisoned you and watch you choke while I plan where to dump your miserable corpse.” 

Loki stared in terror for a moment. “I think I rather the idea of a Berserker.” 

“Yes, I figured. Though in your favour, were I to go on a killing spree, chances are that you are safe.” “Or the first port of call.” Loki pointed out. 

“Give me ice-figures to shatter and distract me.” She indicated to the one she had made. “Try it.” 

Somewhat sceptical, Loki looked at the large piece of ice for a moment before summoning an ice dagger and aiming it at it. To his shock, Ella had made the lump of ice hollow so it would break and hearing the sound of the ice shatter gave him some sense of pleasure. “Another.” 

Smiling, Ella did not just that, but four others and one after another, Loki broke them all. “More?” “How many can you muster?” “Oh, you are setting me a challenge.” She gave a smug smile before making a small army of them. 

Loki created dagger after dagger and no sooner had he one broken, Ella had it replaced. He threw and threw until he felt himself sweat, then he pushed himself more. “Can you make them look like someone?” “Yes?” Ella felt she knew where this would lead. 

“Make them look like them.” “No.” He looked at her offended. “No, I cannot. He is still your brother, I will not feed a hate of him. The best I can do is this.” She turned and created a figure. 

As soon as Loki realised who it was, he had two fresh daggers ready. “It will have to do.” He lunged the daggers forward and into the effigy of Prince Nigel. “You cannot just give me one.” “Say when you have enough.” She replied, creating more. 

Loki continued to pierce each ice sculpture until he was breathless. The snow that had been so fresh and smooth before was nothing more than a graveyard of ice shards now. One lone ice sculpture remained as Loki fell back to sit on the bench again. “Thank you.” “I am not who you want, Loki and I am so sorry I can never be but know that I am here for you, no matter what. And not because I am duty-bound as your wife.” Ella looked at him as she spoke to show her sincerity. “I will cancel the dinner for tonight and give you time to collect yourself.” She gently squeezed his shoulder once before going to leave. 

“The last piece of ice, we can’t have anyone see, in case it makes its way back to him.” Loki looked at the ice sculpture. 

Ella created two blades from thin air and threw them as she spun around at the sculpture, both piercing the statue through to the other side, before having them break it apart. With that done, she walked off. 

Loki spent a moment staring blankly ahead at the broken statue, shocked not at her getting them to hit, but the fact that for the moment after impact and her getting them to shatter it, he noted they had pierced it through the location of the heart and directly between the eyes. 

His thoughts went to her sympathy, which did not even feel forced or pathetic like others would be, it felt genuine. He thought again of what he had said to her earlier in the conversation, only she was ever genuinely honest with him. 

[imagine-loki]

Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 27 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

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Loki rushed through the halls of the palace, not paying heed to any around him, he didn’t care. He simply did not care. 

On his travels, he did not notice Ella, who had gone to get something to drink for herself. Ella, however, noticed him and more so, she noticed his distressed state. 

Worried, she went to go after him but was stopped by a long blue arm. When she noticed to whom the arm was attached, she paused. “I fear Loki needs some time to himself right now, Princess.” 

“What has occurred?”

Laufey sighed. “I should not say, as it is not my place.” “If I were to wait for Loki to say anything, I would be waiting until the end of time.” She pointed out. 

Laufey chuckled and nodded, noting the truth of her words before becoming solemn. “I fear my eldest son has broken an unwritten rule of our realm.” “Which rule is that?” “To never take the mate of a family member.” 

Ella frowned before her eyes widened with realisation. “The one Loki loved before everything.” 

“Yes. On Jotunheim, if a pairing cannot occur, for whatever reason that is, it is generally respected that none within the family will take that being as their mate as to be a mate is a complex bond and it is frowned upon to trespass on the bond shared by such an individual and one’s own kin.” “And Loki just found this out?” She looked to where Loki had rushed of sadly. “I cannot imagine how greatly that hurts for him.” 

“You show more sympathy than most.” 

“He loved her, I cannot say if he does not love her still, to have her torn from him for me and then for his own brother to do something like that, that is horrid for him. I cannot imagine how this hurts him.” She explained. 

Laufey looked at Ella in startled amazement at her empathy for Loki considering the subject matter. “It is best to leave him for now, Princess.” With that, Laufey turned and walked away. 

Ella, however, did not heed his advice. Slowly, she made her way through the palace, using the startled Jotnar that seemed confused by something they had just witnessed as her manner of finding where Loki had been. She finally came to a large open area that seemed to have no real defined purpose. The snow was deep and undamaged by footfall, bar one single set of prints. She walked through those prints, though her own strides were less in length until finally, she came to Loki, sitting on an ice bench. “I’m so sorry.” “Did you know?” His voice heavy, telling her he had been in tears. 

“No, no. I only found out a moment ago.” Her reply was quiet and sincere. 

“So why are you apologising?” “Because you are hurting, because it is not fair, because those who should, have not.” She walked closer to him. 

“I chose to end it.” “But you never wanted to. And though I suspect that with time, you would have accepted her finding another, you had not thought it so soon and with your brother.” “He is not my brother,” Loki growled coldly. 

“He has wronged you. He has broken your trust, but he will never stop being your brother. Trust me, if there is any that would wish to break such a title, it is me and damn but I tried. We’re stuck with them regardless.” Loki could not help but huff a small laugh. “Did Thor steal your beloved?” “Yeah, that’s why Liuilf stands behind him every day, to stare at his ass.” Loki looked at her in shock of her saying something so crude. “No, he did not.” She put her hand on his arm gently. “I know this is a peculiar situation, I know it is a betrayal yet not one at the same time.” Loki looked at her hand on him before looking at her, not trying to hide the tears he had shed. “You are the only one who is always truly honest with me.”

“Yet it was my ultimatum that forced your hand. That forced you to leave her go. In all honesty, I thought you would despise me for it.” 

“I made that choice, and I stood by it. I knew it would hurt when the time came, as you said, but my brother....” He looked down again, the last word barely a whisper. “My kin.” “It makes you question if she ever loved you at all, or if it was all for position.” “She could not have loved me, not by doing that. I loved her. I was trying to let my feelings fade naturally. I did not even try to uphold my father’s demand for children, not while I still cared, and she…”

Ella gently squeezed his hand again. “You don’t deserve this.” 

“I wish I could just break something.” Ella thought for a moment before using her seidr to create a pillar of ice not too far away. “Break that.” “What?” “Make an ice knife, and shatter that. I love shattering glass when I am angry, shatter that.” Loki eyed her for a moment. “Do you know how to be angry?” “Thor is my brother, I know how to be incandescent with rage.” 

Loki’s eyes widened. “You’re not a Berserker too, are you?”

“Norns no, if I go into a fit of anger and kill you, it will be with a clear mind and planning that I do so. Where my brother would have no idea he pummeled you to death with his beloved mallet, I will have poisoned you and watch you choke while I plan where to dump your miserable corpse.” 

Loki stared in terror for a moment. “I think I rather the idea of a Berserker.” 

“Yes, I figured. Though in your favour, were I to go on a killing spree, chances are that you are safe.” “Or the first port of call.” Loki pointed out. 

“Give me ice-figures to shatter and distract me.” She indicated to the one she had made. “Try it.” 

Somewhat sceptical, Loki looked at the large piece of ice for a moment before summoning an ice dagger and aiming it at it. To his shock, Ella had made the lump of ice hollow so it would break and hearing the sound of the ice shatter gave him some sense of pleasure. “Another.” 

Smiling, Ella did not just that, but four others and one after another, Loki broke them all. “More?” “How many can you muster?” “Oh, you are setting me a challenge.” She gave a smug smile before making a small army of them. 

Loki created dagger after dagger and no sooner had he one broken, Ella had it replaced. He threw and threw until he felt himself sweat, then he pushed himself more. “Can you make them look like someone?” “Yes?” Ella felt she knew where this would lead. 

“Make them look like them.” “No.” He looked at her offended. “No, I cannot. He is still your brother, I will not feed a hate of him. The best I can do is this.” She turned and created a figure. 

As soon as Loki realised who it was, he had two fresh daggers ready. “It will have to do.” He lunged the daggers forward and into the effigy of Prince Nigel. “You cannot just give me one.” “Say when you have enough.” She replied, creating more. 

Loki continued to pierce each ice sculpture until he was breathless. The snow that had been so fresh and smooth before was nothing more than a graveyard of ice shards now. One lone ice sculpture remained as Loki fell back to sit on the bench again. “Thank you.” “I am not who you want, Loki and I am so sorry I can never be but know that I am here for you, no matter what. And not because I am duty-bound as your wife.” Ella looked at him as she spoke to show her sincerity. “I will cancel the dinner for tonight and give you time to collect yourself.” She gently squeezed his shoulder once before going to leave. 

“The last piece of ice, we can’t have anyone see, in case it makes its way back to him.” Loki looked at the ice sculpture. 

Ella created two blades from thin air and threw them as she spun around at the sculpture, both piercing the statue through to the other side, before having them break it apart. With that done, she walked off. 

Loki spent a moment staring blankly ahead at the broken statue, shocked not at her getting them to hit, but the fact that for the moment after impact and her getting them to shatter it, he noted they had pierced it through the location of the heart and directly between the eyes. 

His thoughts went to her sympathy, which did not even feel forced or pathetic like others would be, it felt genuine. He thought again of what he had said to her earlier in the conversation, only she was ever genuinely honest with him.