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𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 - 𝑪𝒉.7

Loki x Reader

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 @aintnooooway 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱! 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 @wolfsmom1 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬! 💚

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕

Something was up with Wanda.

She had been absent lately, and you assumed the missions were to blame. That maybe she had been assigned to a lot more than usual in the past month. But when you mentioned this in passing to Steve, he disagreed. To his knowledge, she had been in the tower far more frequently than he was.

Yet you rarely saw her around.

Only catching a glimpse of her in the bi-weekly team meetings. You’d catch her eye and throw her a friendly smile. She’d return your smile quickly, though hers seemed a bit strained. It was odd.

Then you started to feel her eyes on you more and more, especially when you weren’t looking her way. But that didn’t prevent you from feeling her intense stare burning into you.

Her strange behavior made you feel uneasy, and eventually, you planned to find out what was going on with her.

However, you found yourself short on time lately, hence why you hadn’t tracked her down to talk to her yet. Your classes were about to start up at NYU again. You had about a week and a half until you started school again, and you were just as excited as you were the year before.

You ensured you were registered for all of your courses and extracurriculars that you thought would look good on your resumé. You wanted to do all you could to participate in everything going on around you.

There was even a mixer the school was throwing for women in STEM that you were getting ready to attend tonight. As much as you disliked those kind of events, you knew it’d be smart for you to network as much as you could. It was a pretty important thing to do for your career.

You looked around your room with a heavy sigh. Thanks to you, it was a complete mess.

Clothes were strewn across your bed and all over the floor as you tried on a bunch of different outfits. Everything from pantsuits to dresses and anything in between. Yet nothing seemed to do the trick.

Huffing in frustration, you continued to dig through your closet and pull everything out until you finally found something that you liked.

The dark blue dress you adorned was good enough. It felt appropriate for the event. It wasn’t too flashy but also not completely boring. It seemed to fit the ‘business casual’ dress code standard. Whatever that meant.

A knock on your door interrupted your frantic trek to the bathroom. Spinning around on your heels, you hurriedly ran to the door.

Assuming it was Natasha coming to provide you with much needed help, you pulled the door open without hesitation.

“Perfect timing! Can you help me- Oh.”

You blinked in mild surprise as you came face to face with Loki.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you. I thought you were Nat.” You chuckled.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, observing you with a curious look on his face.

“Am I interrupting something?” He inquired, lightly raising a brow.

“Yes. No? I’m not sure.” You shook your head, gesturing him inside. He closed the door behind him.

“Just trying to get ready for this school event at some fancy restaurant. I don’t do very well with dressing for these kinds of things. If it was up to me, I’d show up in denim overalls.” You joked half-seriously.

Neither of you thought twice when he followed you into your bedroom. It wasn’t the first time that Loki had been invited into your space.

His brows rose at the state of your room. You knew it wasn’t exactly a pretty sight.

You rubbed your forehead, looking around. “Yes, I know. It’s a mess. This is basically what my brain feels like whenever I have to do things like this. I just feel so overwhelmed.”

Padding barefoot over to your vanity, you placed your hands on your hips as you contemplated what to do next.

“You shouldn't concern yourself with your appearance. Not to this extent. It is quite unnecessary.” you heard him say.

You spun around to see Loki sitting at the edge of your bed with an expectant look on his face.

“There’s nothing unpleasant about you, and no reason to drastically change who you are, especially not at the expense of others. You are what makes you, you.”

You looked away from him, turning back to the mirror. You were pretty sure you still looked a hot mess, at least to your standards.

But one thing you knew about Loki was that he didn’t mince his words. He wouldn’t lie to you.

You cleared your throat. “Well, um, thanks,” you muttered. “I still need to fix my hair.”

You grabbed a hairbrush and a couple of hair products and turned to face him with a sheepish smile. “I’ll be right back.”

You could feel his eyes following you as you fled out of your bedroom and into the bathroom.

You didn’t understand why such a simple comment from him made you feel all strange inside.

Loki was your friend, and the last thing you wanted to do was make things weird between the two of you. You didn’t know why this was happening but you had to get yourself together. Fast.

You supposed that things felt different because Loki was no longer in a cell. He was free (mostly), and you both were finding yourself in different circumstances and situations. Things were evolving and that included your friendship.

You just hoped it was for the better.

When you were done messing with your hair, you entered the bedroom again, finding Loki standing by your bed with a picture frame in his hand.

It was the one you placed on your nightstand with you and your mom. You were about four years old in that particular photo, smiling widely with a couple of missing teeth.

“She looks just like you.” He said, a small smile growing on his face as he observed the photo.

“Technically, I look like her,” You chuckled, slowly walking towards him.

“She cared for you immensely. That I can tell,” he said with a slight furrow of his brows. “I can see it in her eyes.”

You nodded in agreement. “She really was the best. I miss her a lot.”

He smiled halfheartedly, suddenly looking to be saddened by the photo, and you had a feeling you could guess why.

You trailed closer, biting your lip nervously.

“Do you… Do you miss your mother?” You inquired with slight hesitance.

He placed the frame back down carefully.

“Yes,” he wearily confessed. “Very much so.”

He paused for a moment, seeming to be in deep thought. “I don’t believe I have ever experienced a loss with such intensity before. Not with anyone else.”

You moved to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. “What was she like?”

He followed your movements, walking over to slowly sit beside you.

“She was… good. One of the purest yet strongest people I knew. Her name was Frigga.”

“Pretty name.” You looked down at your lap, smiling. “I may have heard of her before. She was a powerful goddess, after all.”

Loki hummed, nodding his head. “Mmm, quite powerful indeed. She taught me how to wield seider, among many other things.”

“Sounds like she made quite an impact. Especially on you.” You remarked. “Her legacy lives on within you and Thor. I’m sure she’d be proud of the person you’ve become.”

He frowned deeply as he stared in front of him, mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to protest against your words.

“Do you believe so? That she would… be proud?”

You let out an amused scoff, a wide grin growing on your face as you faced him. “Yeah! Of course, she would. One of her sons is the Loki Laufeyson after all.”

You nudge him playfully. “He’s kind of a big deal around here. Just as much as his brother. An Asgardian prince? The god of mischief? Ring a bell?”

An amused smile of his own slid onto his face. “Yes, I think so.”

“If Thor asked me if I ever said this I would totally deny it,” You prefaced. “But if I’m being completely honest I think your god status is super cool. Even better than Thor’s.” You smirked playfully.

“I mean, the god of mischief? That’s so sick. What a cool title to have! The god of thunder on the other hand….” You trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Sounds kind of… pretentious.”

The melodious sound of Loki’s laugh almost startled you.

It was a sound that made you truly appreciate having the ability to hear. His rich, warm tone resonated through your room. You felt a pleasant warmth in your chest as you observed him. You found yourself desiring to do everything in your power to keep him making that sound. It was wonderful. Magical even.

When his laughter eventually calmed, you hadn’t realized that you’d been staring at him until Loki turned to face you, head slightly tilting as he met your gaze.

You snapped out of your brief trance, looking away quickly and catching sight of the numbers on your alarm clock. You rose to your feet in an instant, eyes widening.

“Shoot! I gotta get going or I'll be late for the mixer.” You stressed as you frantically searched around your room. “Shoes, shoes, where are my shoes?”

You crouched down to grab a pile of clothing from off the floor. “I can’t find it in this mess.”

“Do not fret, little one. Allow me.”

Loki stood up from the bed, and with one quick motion of his hand, your room was back to normal in a green flash.

The floor had been cleared of any clothing, and so was your bed. You looked down at your now empty hands, the items you previously held had also disappeared.

You spun around to face him with a look of disbelief.

“Wha...How did you do that?” you asked incredulously.

He shrugged lightly. “Simple cleansing spell. Nothing extraordinary.”

“Well, that was pretty damn extraordinary to me.” You huffed in amusement, searching around the now tidy room. “Where did everything go?”

“Back where they belong I’m assuming. Check your wardrobe.”

You opened your closet to see everything back in its rightful place, including the pair of heels you had lost in the masses of clothing.

You grabbed them, standing on one wobbly foot to put them on.

“I didn’t know you could do that. Actually, I don’t think I know the full extent of your-”

As per usual, you failed at your attempt to stay steady on your feet, stumbling forward clumsily as you tried to put the second shoe on.

Loki quickly caught you, grabbing your waist to keep you steady. “Careful now.” He gently warned. “Don’t need you hurting that pretty little head of yours.”

Your cheeks heated as you straightened yourself, apologizing for your clumsiness.

“I don’t know why I’m such a clutz. It’s a miracle if I can get through the day without tripping over a leaf.” You shook your head, meeting his eyes with a gentle smile.

“Some things just never change I guess. Thanks for your help tonight.”

He nodded, hands finding their way back into his pockets.

“Anytime. And truly,” Loki searched your gaze before his eyes traveled down the rest of you. His green eyes were earnest when he met your gaze again.

“You look beautiful, little dove.”

The mixer was being held at an upscale restaurant located in downtown Manhattan. You stepped inside, attempting to fight off your pestering nerves so you could somewhat enjoy the evening.

You glanced around, spotting a few people you were already familiar with. You had shared classes with a few of them, and when you made your presence known, you were greeted graciously, immediately being pulled into the conversations the women were in the midst of having.

About half an hour in, you began feeling more comfortable, finding yourself fitting in seamlessly with the other attendees. You had even exchanged numbers with a few other people who were in your program. Having connections for future projects would work to your benefit. Plus, gaining more friends wouldn’t hurt. There was no such thing as having too many intelligent women in your life.

Then you heard your name being called out. You turned to face Kayla as she neared your direction. She greeted the other women as well before focusing all of her attention on you.

“I’m so glad you’re here! I was afraid you wouldn’t make it.” She said, blue gaze filling with excitement. “I have so much to catch you up on, but I think I need a drink first.”

You agreed, having the feeling that you were also going to need one as well to get through whatever she was going to tell you.

You both took a seat at the bar, putting in your drink orders with the bartender. A tequila margarita for her and a vodka cran for you. Blame Natasha for that choice.

Kayla took a few sips of her drink before turning to you with an exasperated look. “I’ve had such a long week. You have no idea how exhausting it’s been. The most pressing issue being my brother’s MIA status.”

You took a larger gulp of your drink than you intended to as she continued.

“Apparently, my parents can’t get in touch with Jacob. They’ve tried to call his phone several times, but every call just keeps being sent straight to voicemail.” She groused.

“Oh,” Your brows pinched in feigned concern as you tried not to show your heightened apprehension. “That’s… not good.”

“Yeah, I know. He and my dad are supposed to go on a business trip together in like a week, so they thought he’d be back by now.” She shook her head while observing the other guests nearby.

“I’m used to him being irresponsible but this is a new low for him. He usually never ignores my parents. Not for this long.”

Biting your lip, you looked away. “Yeah, that um… that doesn’t seem fun. I’m sorry you're dealing with that.”

“So am I,” She responded. “But honestly it’s whatevs. You know my brother. He’ll be back sniffing around here soon when he runs out of money or something.”

She shrugged before turning to you with a narrowed gaze. “By the way, I’m literally so upset with you. I can’t believe you’ve been keeping secrets from me.”

Your eyes widened slightly in panic. “Huh?” you let out cautiously. “W-what secrets?”

“You know what I mean.” She raised a perfect brow.

Your nerves started to ease when you saw the subtle signs of a smirk appear on her lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me that the prisoner was that freaking hot?!” She exclaimed, slapping a hand on your shoulder.

“Prisoner?” Your brows furrowed. “You mean Loki?”

“Yes!” Her expression transformed into one of awe.

“I mean he’s tall and extremely attractive. That wavy dark hair? Those piercing green eyes? That velvety smooth voice paired with that sexy accent? It’s the perfect combination.”

You simply stared at her, not knowing what to say to that.

“If I had known that was who you were working with all this time, I would’ve begged Tony to let me work with him too.” She winked. “You go, girl!”

“Oh, um, that’s not…” you trailed off. “Loki and I are just friends.”

“Hmm,” she gave you a sly look. “Well, if nothing is going on between you two, then that means he’s up for grabs, right?”

Your brows rose. “I-I guess so, but I don’t think he’s-”

“Enough said. That’s all I need to know.” She smiled flirtatiously before finishing her drink. She hopped off of the bar stool before fixing her dress. “I’m gonna go say hi to the other girls. See ya later.”

With a wink and blowing of a kiss, she left to make her rounds.

You were still sitting at the bar staring into space, trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

Did you just accidentally give Kayla permission to pursue Loki?

It certainly wasn’t your intention, but it happened nonetheless without you explicitly saying those words.

Kayla and Loki could not be around each other for obvious reasons, but she didn’t know that. Especially after the visceral way he reacted to her presence at Tony and Pepper’s anniversary party. You had no idea how you were gonna fix this, but you needed to do so fast. Maybe you could speak to her about him again to try to ward her off.

“Damn it,” You muttered with a sigh, looking down at your now watered-down drink.

“You can say that again. She was certainly a talker.”

An unfamiliar voice spoke from beside you. You turned to meet a girl with friendly brown eyes and an amused smile sitting on the seat to the left of you.

She held her hand out to you and you took it.

“I’m Lana. Lana James.” She introduced herself before asking you for your name. You told her and she nodded.

“Yes, I think I saw you in my biochem class last semester. There’s like a hundred students in that room, but I think you sat two rows below me.”

“You look pretty familiar too. Nice to finally meet you face to face.” You smiled.

That’s all it took for you both to dive straight into a long conversation ranging from school-related topics to personal hobbies. Lana James was also in her second year at NYU, majoring in environmental biology. She had a friendly visage; wild curly brown hair and cocoa skin. Her demeanor was chill, and there was a cool and collected aura about her.

You surprisingly felt at ease around her in a very short amount of time, and by the time you glanced at your watch, the mixer was almost over. You both had sat at the bar chatting for what seemed like hours.

After exchanging phone numbers, you gave her a sheepish smile.

“Well, I should probably start making my way back home since it’s getting pretty late. But it was nice chatting with you.”

“Oh yeah, girl. This was fun! We’ll have to get together again before classes start up.” She smiled with a twinkle in her eye. “Now go home to your man before your friend tries to steal him away from you.”

You almost choked on your own saliva as you gave her a double take. “What?”

She pursed her lips. “I may or may not have been eavesdropping on your previous conversation with the blonde Barbie doll over there, but from what I gathered based on your stricken expression, she’s trying to swoop in on someone that’s already yours. I’m assuming you’re just too afraid to tell her to back off.”

Your mouth went agape as you tried to deny her statements. “No, no, it’s not that. It’s… sort of complicated. I wish I could explain but I just can’t.”

“Isn’t it always?” She smirked lightly. “Don’t mind me, I’m just being a tease. I’ll text you soon so we can figure out our next meet.”

You nodded your head and parted with a goodbye, still a bit taken aback by her observation.

After saying goodbye to Kayla and a couple of other people you knew, you left the restaurant.

Nothing was perfect, but things were starting to feel pretty good.

You let out a quiet oof as Steve pinned you to the ground for the third time in a row that morning. You didn’t miss his frustrated sigh as he lifted himself off of you, lending a hand to help you up.

You took it graciously, groaning as you rose from the mat.

“Okay…” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re usually able to get through a few rounds before I’m able to restrain you so quickly. What’s going on?”

You were tired. That’s what was going on.

And you were feeling even weaker than before. But Steve couldn’t know that.

You stalled a bit, grabbing your water bottle and taking a sip before shrugging lightly.

“Think I just didn’t get enough sleep but I should be better in a couple of days. Then I’ll be the one pinning you to the ground again.” You joked halfheartedly.

Steve was not amused, blue gaze scrutinizing you in concern. “Are you sure? I wasn’t going to bring it up, but you’ve been off your game lately. I’ve been noticing it more in the past week.”

“I’m fine, Steve,” you responded a bit sharper than you planned to.

His hands rose in the air defensively. “I’m not trying to pry, just asking as a friend.” He expressed. “Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Feeling a bout of guilt and shame, you looked down at the floor and a quick apology left your lips.

“I know, but like I said, I've just been a bit tired lately, that’s all. School’s about to start, and work has been keeping me pretty busy. All good things but they can be sort of exhausting at times.”

He smiled wryly, looking down at the floor before meeting your gaze again. “I get it. Just like to check on my little Angel from time to time.”

You flashed him a timid smile before looking away.

“I-um, I do owe you an apology for the way I was acting during game night,” Steve confessed, causing you to turn back to him.

He shuffled closer with a sigh. “What I did wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have acted that way or said those things. It wasn’t the right time or place. I know that now.” He frowned, looking as if he was still disturbed by something.

“But… when I saw how he was with you, just sitting next to you, laughing and smiling like everything was fine… how the two of you were interacting with each other, I didn’t really like it.”

“What exactly didn’t you like about it?” You asked, trying to understand where Steve was coming from.

His lips thinned. “I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt. I don’t want you to become one of his victims.”

“Loki would never hurt me.” You declared in complete confidence. In fact, he had done the complete opposite. Saving you from Jacob’s grasp was no small feat.

But that was your experience with Loki, not Steve’s.

You had to accept that he was having a harder time getting over his issues with Loki than the others were. You were sure that Nat, Bucky, and some others still didn’t completely trust him, but they were still doing their best to move on.

“I’m not trying to negate your feelings about him, Steve. I have no right to do that. I didn’t know how he was in 2012. I didn’t experience the battle of New York firsthand like all of you did. But what I can say is from the time I have known him, he is a completely different person than he was back then. He’s changed and is still changing every day for the better. He wants to be better. But it really makes it harder for him to do so when you antagonize him like that.”

Steve’s gaze met the ground, nodding solemnly.

“All I really ask is for you to be cordial with him, or at least not purposely provoke him like you did that night. He’s trying his best, but he is no saint. And neither are you, so I’m trying to give you the benefit of the doubt as well.”

He was silent for a moment, seeming to contemplate your words before he looked up at you again, nodding firmly.

“You’re right.” He conceded. “I need to move on. Things have changed and I need to accept that. I will be better about… things moving forward.”

You let out a breath of relief. “Thank you, Steve. I would appreciate that.”

For the first time in a while, Steve was finally seeing things your way. You knew he could be stubborn, but he was still your friend. If you wouldn’t give up on Loki, you couldn’t give up on Steve either.

He pressed his lips together in a small smile, placing a hand on your back. “Of course, Angel.”

The beeping of his watch drew his attention away, and he sighed. He slowly moved to start collecting his gear.

“Looks like I’ve been summoned for an impromptu mission. I have to go find Bucky and Sam.”

“It’s okay, duty calls. Have fun!” You waved him off as he exited the training room.

You took a deep breath, glad to finally have some time alone to yourself. All that flipping around on the mat had made you a bit dizzy.

You took a seat on the bench, drinking your water with your eyes closed.

A small noise nearby made you open your eyes. You almost jumped out of your skin at the figure that stood only a few feet away from you.

“Wanda.” You laughed nervously. “You almost scared me half to death. I didn’t hear you come in.”

She stood still with her arms crossed. Just staring at you with an off-putting yet indiscernible expression.

“I was already here.” She eventually answered. “In the women’s locker room.”

“Well, that explains it. Are you training this morning too? I can get out of your hair.”

She didn’t respond to that, only continuing to observe you intensely. You felt the hairs at the back of your neck prickling.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked nervously.

Slowly, she began taking steps toward you before stopping barely a foot away. You leaned back as she leaned forward, frowning as she studied your face. You were getting ready to ask her what she was doing before you heard her utter those dreadful words.

“You’re sick.”

Your face dropped and your heart rate instantly picked up. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find something to say to that.

“Sick?” you chuckled awkwardly, shaking your head as if you didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Very sick. You have an illness.” She affirmed.

“I-I don’t know-”

You gasped when she firmly pressed a hand to your forehead.

You were stunned. So completely taken aback that you froze in place.

When she closed her eyes, you started to panic, not knowing what was happening.

You didn’t understand what she was doing until it finally clicked.

Wanda was using her powers. On you.

You instantly swatted her hand away, but it was too late. By the completely stricken look on her face, you knew she had seen enough. She saw too much. She knew.

“Wanda! Why would you do that?” You said angrily. She had never used her powers on you without your explicit permission.

“You had no right!”

She backed away, face contorting into something you had never seen her aim at you before. Anger. Disappointment.

“Ever since you came from the hospital after your attack, I knew something was wrong. Something was off about you.” She began, fist clenching at her sides. “This whole time I have been trying to figure out what it was. It wasn't very noticeable, but I could sense it growing inside of you. I could see it in your physical appearance. I can feel it when I touch you, and I can catch the scent of the drugs you’ve been taking.”

“Wanda…”

“When were you going to say something?” She cried. “When were you going to tell us that you were diagnosed with Leukemia?”

Your eyes squeezed shut at hearing that dreadful word come out of her mouth. However necessary it was, you disliked discussing this with Dr. Cho, and you certainly hated talking about this with Wanda.

“I don’t really wanna talk about this right now,” you responded with a shake of your head.

She let out an incredulous scoff, crossing her arms. “You were never going to tell us, were you?”

You avoided her fiery gaze.

“After everything you’ve been through, especially with Jacob, you still believe you need to keep secrets from us? Especially with something so life threatening like this?”

“I’m fine, Wanda. Don’t you see?” You snapped, throwing your hands up in the air. “It would make absolutely zero sense to tell anyone about my personal health, especially if I’m handling it. It would do nothing but upset everyone and make them treat me like a child again. I’m not some damsel in distress and I’m not a doll that needs to be taken care of and looked after all the time.

“I have it all under control. I’m taking my prescribed meds and going to my checkups with Dr. Cho. I’m getting my blood taken and getting scanned in these stuffy machines left and right. The last thing I need is for everyone to be concerned about me. They’ll only freak out, just like you just did.”

“Well imagine how they’ll feel if something happened to you and they never knew about it. To learn that they had no clue you were dealing with such a severe illness. You have cancer for christ’s sake!”

You immediately shushed her, not liking how her voice was carrying throughout the room.

She glared at you, shaking her head at you disappointingly.

“You can’t keep this a secret for much longer or-.”

“How do you feel now that you know what’s wrong with me? Huh?” You interjected heatedly, voice rising in agitation and embarrassment.

She scowled silently.

“Do you feel better knowing the truth? Especially knowing that you can do absolutely nothing about it?”

“You don’t know that. I can do some research… experiment with my magic-.”

You stood up from the bench, facing off with her. “There is no cure for cancer, Wanda, and you know that. This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell any of you. I don’t need any false hope.”

She quieted for a moment, face strained as she tried to come up with a suitable response.

“You still need people.” She concluded. “I don’t care if we aren’t able to help you, at least we can try to be there for you. We want to support you. How can we do that if you don’t even give us a chance?”

You shook your head, eyes watering. “I have the support I need. Everyone is already supporting me whether they know about this or not. I don’t know how this will go, and I don’t know how much time I have. It may be years, it may not be. That’s how these things go.” You shrugged sadly. “But what I want is to have a normal life. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life having people worry about me. This.. this disease is not me.”

She crossed her arms, looking away sadly.

“I need you to promise me something…” You quietly requested. “I need you to promise not to tell anyone else, okay?”

The room was filled with tension as she stared at you in silence. After a while, she let out a frustrated sigh.

Her hazel green eyes pierced right into you. “What about Loki? Does he know?”

You don’t know why, but that specific question threw you off. You didn’t respond, but she knew the answer by the pained look that spread across your face.

Her face slowly dropped, and she looked panicked. Frightened even.

The breath seemed to leave her lungs as she stumbled back, staring at you as if you did something majorly wrong.

“You haven’t told him…” She muttered. “I stupidly assumed that he would be the first one you told. The only other person who knew.”

“I can’t… I can’t do that to him. I can’t tell him about this.” You shook your head sadly. “At least right now. It’ll only distract him from the work we’ve been doing. He needs to focus.”

Suddenly, her face sobered up. “You have to tell him.”

“Wanda, I can’t-”

You gasped as she stalked closer to you and took hold of your shoulders, holding you tight.

“I know creatures like Loki,” She said. “He is not the type of person you keep secrets from. Especially not one of this nature. He may not like it, but the longer you keep this from him, he is not going to react well.”

“Wanda, let go of me.” You whispered.

“No!” she shook you slightly. “You need to listen to me. I’m not only telling you this because I care about you but also for everyone else’s well-being. You need to tell him.”

“I can’t.” You cried, tears falling down your face. “Not now. It’s not the right time.”

“There is no right time.” she chastised. “You have to tell him before it progresses. Please-”

Suddenly, you were released from her strong grip. You witnessed Wanda being forcefully, almost violently pushed away from you.

Panic rose in your chest as you viewed the scene before you.

Loki now stood between you and Wanda. His green eyes were practically glowing, blazing with an intense fury. His defensive stance radiated barely restrained hostility as he sharply pointed a finger in her face.

“What is your problem, witch?” He spat harshly.

To Wanda’s credit, she stood tall, glaring at him before her eyes slid back over to you.

You shook your head slightly, eyes pleading with her not to say anything.

She ignored Loki’s question, eyes focused on you as she said her parting words.

“You’re going to regret this decision. I don’t have to see the future to know that chaos will ensue, and when it does…” She whispered, gaze slowly returning to Loki again. “God help us.”

You swallowed, watching as she departed the room. Loki stood on guard between you both until she was out of sight.

He turned to you, taking hold of your arms in a much gentler manner.

“Did she hurt you?” He asked, a highly concerned expression on his face.

You shook your head. “No… no she didn’t. She wouldn’t…”

“I assumed so as well before I witnessed her handling you with such carelessness.” He growled. “Is the witch not your friend?”

“Of course she is.” You answered, tears welling up in your eyes. “Or at least I think she still is… she was.”

"What was she going on about?" His eyes narrowed. “What was she trying to accomplish by treating you that way?”

You looked at him, taking in the worry and care that was held in his green eyes.

You couldn’t tell him. Not now. You shook your head, giving him a watery smile. “Nothing really important.”

Loki frowned at your answer, seeming to be deep in thought.

You were sure he heard Wanda’s last words before she left. Luckily for you, it seemed as if that’s all he witnessed.

By the skeptical look on his face, you knew he didn’t fully believe you. Thankfully he didn’t push this time, only nodding and rubbing your arm softly.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” He gently stated.

“I hope so.”

Loki searched your gaze, watching the tearful look on your face before pulling you into his arms and engulfing you in a hug.

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lokiinmediasideblog · 2 days

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So for those that are planning to watch Twilight of the Gods and haven't yet. My review is the following:

It's very much a Zack Snyder plot but without the bad Snyder tropes of past movies (thinking especially of 300 here). It's edgy, has beautiful visuals (Snyder projects often do), and has plenty of equal opportunity sex scenes. Plenty of bi characters. Do they look like they'll kiss? They will and much more...

There are very interesting designs. I loved the voice acting and I'm glad Thor sounds much better than in the trailer (I think they edited what he actually says to avoid spoilers).

My main disappointment is the cliffhanger ending. I hope there's a S2 with some non-cliffhanger ending. I fear for the possibility of Netflix not renewing it and think all Netflix series seasons should never on cliffhangers.

It was definitely made with a lot of research. It takes its liberties, as there's some major differences, but I love how they adapted and altered things from the myths for the story's purposes. A lesser "not-like-Marvel" adaptation would have made Loki a Fire Giant/God a la Wagner. But they had the spider association instead!!

Something I really liked is that they made Loki sympathetic without turning him into an actual child. It's something I've seen a lot, and I'm just like "Cowards, there's plenty to work with without turning him into a child!" Loki feels very much like myth!Loki. He's very sympathetic, but you'll never forget that if he's helping, it's because the goals currently align. You'll be crying at the club for Loki, then go like "Oh shit! WTF Loki!?"

GOW has done antagonist Thor the best so far. For people whose Thor is their blorbo-from-myths (because some follow me), I must warn he's currently very much like Homelander (murderous, physically abusive, predatory) but without a fully developed reason to why he's like that YET. They implied interesting things, such as a fear of eternity and wants to die. If there's a second season, I hope it develops that further to make Thor more interesting. I didn't understand his weird fucked up relationship with Jormungandr, and don't think it was necessary to turn Jormungandr into a sexy snake lady to make Loki and his family sympathetic.

I thought his powers were very cool though and you're like "No wonder this guy is so hard to defeat." Like do you ever go like "How the fuck can this guy with a hammer defeat so many people? The plot armor is ridiculous." Here you won't. Actual storm good powers. And there's some very cool shit like he can do. Fight scenes are great.

#twilight of the gods #totg #review #norse mythology #totg!loki #totg!thor #LokiInMedia #totg!jormungandr #zack snyder

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psych0m3try · 8 months

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there’s bi intellectuals (me)

and then there’s straight people (that one person in a tiktok comment section who said that the Loki ending was weird and made no sense so i then had to explain in a 2-part reply that mobius’ comment “let time pass” is meant to indicate the fact that HIS “glorious purpose” used to be maintaining the sacred timeline for the TVA, but now he can live out his secret underlying dream to simply exist without the burden of a purpose (hence the quote “purpose is more burden than glory”) and how in DIRECT contrast to mobius, loki (who has always longed for a glorious purpose) also gets what he wants as he now has arguably the most glorious purpose of them all)

warning: if you encounter a bi intellectual, said bi intellectual may or may not inform you that the reason the audience visits s1 e1 with loki in the finale is because at that time, mobius wanted to be free of the burden of purpose and loki wanted nothing more than to have some glorious spot in the universe, but by s2 e6 neither want those things anymore because of the influence that they have had on one another, but end up getting them anyway in one of the most complex tragedies between two people ever

#marvel #mcu #loki #loki season 2 #loki series #lokius #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #mobius m mobius

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mysticcollectionbee · 11 months

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Loki season 2 Ep.5

(SPOILERS)

This just gonna be a list of things I’m obsessing over in the new episode by order of importance to me (I’m sorry):

GOD. OF. STORIES. Buildup. YES!!! From the episode title to Loki specifically mentioning saving their stories (only other time he mentioned stories to represent a person’s life was in the very first episode of this show I think). I’m way too excited.

Mobius…I’m sorry this will be mainly Lokius based. *Ahem* Mobius a single dad who can’t shut up about being single and the only person he talks about stuff that isn’t just Jet-Ski related is Loki. Everyone else he meets he kinda just stays on topic but Loki; “Hey, stranger who might of followed me from work, want a beer? I’m also a single dad.” And two things I feel like I see differently than a lot of the fandom: a) I don’t think Don (Just remembered that’s his name) has a dead wife. Like, who describes your wife being dead as ‘Long gone’ and immediately tries to pawn off a belonging that you used as a couple? b) People saying the kids act like Loki and Thor which means Mobius represents Odin but…Odin kinda sucked as a dad? And Frigga was a MASSIVE part of raising the kids, so an Odin variant being able to step in is. Unrealistic. Oh and Hela? Hi??? Hela exists. So nah, I think they made it that way the same way they made Thor adopt Love, to fix the mistakes of the past generation with the new ones. Thor is raising Love unlike how his father raised him. Loki could raise the brothers to not have the same issues he had with his own brother, and what they both had issues with when raised together by Odin.

(Last one was long) I think I made a theory a long time ago that Casey/Frank was related to the unsolved case of the guys escaping Alcatraz. Could be wrong, if not, hey one of my theories was right!

O.B. my baby boi was a failed Sci-Fi writer that ended up inspiring the god of stories to save all the stories across the multiverse. He’s secretly the most important writer character in the MCU :’)

B-15 being a nurse makes a lot of sense and explains why she became softer and more focused on helping others after she got her memories back. Her true nature of helping others came back to her, which probably ask explains why she really hate the idea of pruning people again.

I want to talk about Sylvie and all the neat stuff about her…But my Bi brain keeps getting distracted by that scene of her without her jacket…She’s- she’s great here too 👍

Final unimportant thing: Any Doctor who fan get time explanation flashback the moment O.B picked up that mug with pens in it? “I’m a pen in a mug?” “Yes you are, Donna Noble.”

#loki season 2 #loki #mcu #marvel #lokius #sylvie #theory #b 15 #sylvie laufeydottir #casey #o.b.#tva #mobius m mobius

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percheduphere · 9 months

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So...Thoughts on the whole people thinking Sylvie is Aro-Ace? I can kinda see her being Aromantic, but with her mentioning she's more "hedonistic" than Loki and silently hinting that she's Bi too, can't really see her as Asexual. But what do you think?

LET'S TALK ABOUT SYLVIE'S SEXUALITY, HER RELATIONSHIPS WITH LOKI AND MOBIUS, & HER CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE SERIES NARRATIVE

Before I answer this, I think it's important to acknowledge that fictional characters exist for people's comfort and pleasure. I write original fiction, and I would hope that most artists believe in the right of the audience to interpret character to meet their personal needs. To me, canon is a sandbox. Everyone should play with it as they please and not hate on each other. There are more important things in life to worry about. Therefore, if Sylvie reads as Aro-Ace to you and that reading brings you joy, then she is.

This question inherently requires the need to talk about Sylki in this post. I predominantly analyze Lokius, so please, no hate! My number one rule is never yucking someone's yum. Furthermore, Sylvie plays a critical role in Loki's development and the philosophical thrust of the series, of which Mobius also contributes to as the other half of Loki's character arc equation (selflessness and sparing life [Mobius] + free will and revolution [Sylvie]). It would be biased and disingenuous to not acknowledge her contributions to the overarching narrative.

ARO-ACE INTERPRETATION

All right, your question! I can definitely can see Sylvie as being aro-ace. That's a legitimate interpretation based on how she responds to Loki's flirtation and romantic advances. It is also possible that she's an aromantic bisexual. This second possibility is more likely based on the text the audience is given.

THE CANON TEXT

Having said that, I think you're curious about what the source material is trying to say about Sylvie's character and how that influences her sexuality. I believe it's important to remember that external behavior doesn't dictate how someone defines themselves. Closeting and disengagement from intimacy because of trauma are prime examples of this.

The train scene in S1E4 reads as earnest. Loki and Sylvie are both very lonely characters. In this moment, both are trying to connect with someone who finally understands them because they are the same. It's actually a lovely nod to the queer experience.

The dialogue, lighting, and costuming (blue, purple, pink) in this scene communicates they are both queer, specifically bisexual. The lighting and costuming combining to represent the bisexual pride flag is an example of queer subtext in film. The dialogue, while direct, is also written in such a way that it avoids explicitly stating "men and women." Sylvie later comments that the brief flings she indulges in during apocalypses helped her "keep going". She even specifies that apocalypses make people desperate. This suggests that Sylvie likely didn't need to do much wooing or charming like Loki would to obtain a sexual partner. Finally, the way Tom and Sophie play this scene is vulnerable. I therefore believe we can take this on-screen admission at face value.

So the question becomes, why does Sylvie respond to Loki's flirtations the way she does?

SYLVIE'S BACKGROUND

Sylvie was orphaned and forced to run all her life from a very young age. Her backstory is deeply tragic. To live in such a way means that she never had the opportunity to experience adolescence.

NOTE: This is honestly my favorite gif of Sylvie. She's so sweet and cute when she's happy. I can't get over the 5 stars on her employee badge. "Sylvie, can you refill the straws?" "Already did it!" The sweetheart.

Sylvie working at McDonald's accomplishes two things: it allows Disney to fulfill their advertising sponsorship agreement for the fast-food franchise, and it subtly alludes to Sylvie's need to live the adolescence she didn't get to. The TVA forced her into arrested development. She never had the chance to make friends and safely socialize on her own terms. The centuries of trauma have made trust, let alone romance, completely foreign to her.

Which is why, when Loki and Sylvie have romantic scenes, she is often awkward or, if not unreceptive, wary. Her previous flings, as she agrees with Loki, were "never real". Physical intimacy without emotional intimacy is a familiar dynamic for both characters. Their relationship with one another is their first experience of emotional intimacy (or at least attempt at it) outside of their families. The pursuit of this emotional intimacy feels safe to them because they are the same entity and thus they know each other's base nature (versus nurture!) to some degree.

The difference between them is that Sylvie has not experienced social rejection in the way Loki has (nurture!). She recognizes the wrongness with which the TVA has treated her. She knows the absolute atrocities the TVA has committed. She is determined to destroy them to free herself and all timelines. Sylvie is consequently more self-assured, more confident in what she wants and believes in, than Loki. In S2, Sylvie's clarity on desire is what allows her to help Loki articulate what he wants: his friends back, most especially Mobius.

In S1E1, Loki, still posturing before Mobius, describes himself as a "liberator". At this point in the story, we know that isn't true, but it will become true by the finale. This line of dialogue foreshadows Loki's trajectory as well as Sylvie's revealed motivation in S1E4: to liberate.

THE NEXUS EVENT

There are a variety of ways for viewers to interpret what exactly the Nexus Event was. The canon, within the text of Mobius's dialogue and verbal confirmation from the creators, is that Loki and Sylvie fell in love. Now, I'm not going to spend time arguing over other interpretations here, but I will say that regardless of whatever pairing or OT3 a viewer ships, the Nexus Event was ALSO definitively this: two Lokis in the same place, at the same time, not feeling lonely together.

And Sylvie, who had confessed to Loki she has no friends and has never really experienced joy, answers Renslayer with the number of positive memories she has:

Sylvie doesn't state it outright, but the subtext is clear that her one positive memory was her time with Loki on Lamentis. Indeed, moments later, Sylvie prunes herself in an effort to find and rescue him.

SYLVIE & MOBIUS

But being the harshly pragmatic individual she is, upon arrival and encountering Alioth, Sylvie assumes Loki didn't make it. I don't think Sylvie means what she says in a cruel way. I think she believes this because she is accustomed to disappointment and accordingly guards herself with cynicism. Sylvie's traumas, her difficulty with trust, her inexperience with intimate relationships, and her cynicism all combine to create an individual who may appear aro-ace when that may not necessarily be the case. Please note, however, that Sylvie being aro-ace or aro-bisexual may still be a possibility. My analysis here is based on what the text and subtext seem to be telling us about her character.

Notably, it is Mobius who is more optimistic about Loki's survival, wondering if Sylvie truly believes that Loki is dead.

This moment is brief, but it is significant because Mobius's optimism implies that not only does he believe in Loki, he also wants Loki to be alive. Sylvie is intelligent. She can read between the lines. We can also assume an off-screen conversation took place between them that confirmed for Sylvie Mobius's genuine care for Loki. When Sylvie informs Loki of this fact, I believe we get this:

Mobius was conservative in how Loki might interpret their relationship, extending a handshake before their goodbyes. Loki, on the heels of his conversation with Sylvie, chooses to hug him instead. The result: Mobius is delighted!

I've long pondered on why Mobius would say, "You're my favorite" to Sylvie. I believe this is why: she helped along their friendship and opened the gates for physical affection between them. This demonstrates that Sylvie cares enough for Loki to ensure he is secure in his bond with Mobius. It likely helped that Mobius did not deny the TVA's evil when she pointed it out to him, and that he did not hesitate to apologize to her for it.

Ironically, it is Mobius's optimism, especially in the potential of broken things to become something better (whether it is Loki himself or the TVA), that creates the fraught philosophical divide between Sylvie and Mobius (and Loki) with regards to the TVA in S2.

THE S1 FINALE

The S2 finale is where the narrative between Loki and Sylvie turns, and the plot pivots to the deepening relationship between Loki and Mobius. Triggering this event is Loki's desire to slow down and think about the consequences of killing HWR in the Citadel at The End of Time.

This may seem out-of-character at first glance. S1E1-E4 have demonstrated that Loki's decision making is sometimes chaotic by virtue of impulse. What was the last impulsive decision he made with heavy consequences?

He ran off after Sylvie. A good decision ultimately, as Loki learns the truth about the TVA through Sylvie, but only by luck. This decision very nearly cost Loki a friendship, one he didn't even realize he had until Mobius called him a "bad friend."

Despite the fallout, Mobius recovers relatively quickly once he confirms Loki's claims and views Ravonna's recording of C-20. He reestablishes trust with Loki as soon as possible to help Loki be with the one he loves. Why? Because Mobius is ultimately selfless and wants Loki's happiness regardless of his own feelings of jealousy.

Which circles us back to the theme of trust and Sylvie's challenges with it.

Loki and Sylvie's relationship falls apart not because of lack of mutual interest, but because Sylvie loses trust in Loki and with good reason: HWR (and thus the TVA) is the cause of all her suffering.

It is not Sylvie's fault she is this way. She hasn't had enough time to develop meaningful relationships, and the one relationship that was meaningful to her (Loki's) became, in her eyes, a profound betrayal. This experience only adds to the other traumas Sylvie carries with her, making encounters with Loki in S2 emotionally difficult if not triggering.

The relationships of Loki & Sylvie and Loki & Mobius are intentionally set side-by-side for 3 critical reasons:

1.) To demonstrate Loki's growth by developing trust and thus emotional intimacy with others.

2.) To create the Plot B emotional source of conflict in S2.

3.) To set-up Mobius and Sylvie's individual beliefs and values (selflessness and sparing life [Mobius] + free will and revolution [Sylvie]), which Loki combines into his own system of beliefs and values. This combination gives Loki the strength and wisdom to ascend the throne and become the God of Stories (and Time).

THE S2 FINALE

Loki comes to his final decision after speaking with the two halves of his character arc equation. Loki first seeks out Mobius, who shares with him the distinction between himself and Ravonna. Now, this is brainwashed Mobius. Brainwashed Mobius believed Ravonna could do the impossible while he couldn't. But Loki knows Ravonna's corruption.

Beneath Mobius's wisdom that "most purpose is more burden than glory" is also Mobius's heart: he could not prune children and that instinct was the right decision. His "failure" was not a failure of duty but rather his humanity succeeding despite the brainwashing. It's this same intrinsic compassion that drove Mobius to convince Ravonna to spare Loki. Loki articulates this to Don as such. He therefore takes the message of selflessness and sparing life from Mobius to Sylvie.

Sylvie, in turn, challenges Loki, stating they should have the freedom and right to fight whatever comes on their own terms.

She also stresses that it is all right to destroy things. Upon hearing this, Loki comes to the conclusion that what is destroyed must be replaced with something better. What needs to be destroyed? Not the TVA and the people in it (not Mobius, Verity, OB, and Casey), but the Loom.

Loki sacrificed himself (selflessness + sparing life [Mobius]) in order to save all timelines (free will + revolution [Sylvie]). Loki sparing Sylvie's life is a direct consequence of Mobius having fought to spare his.

Through this sacrifice, Loki gifts Sylvie the chance to get the type of positive experiences she wants and needs, which includes future romance, if she so chooses. That is canon and is a genuinely romantic gesture regardless of anyone's interpretation of mutual reciprocation or lack thereof.

It is also canon that Loki loves Mobius and Mobius loves Loki. Their actions for one another across both seasons demonstrate this to be true. Is it also romantic? Absolutely. Is it sexual? On screen, no, and it doesn't have to be. Romance does not require sex, let alone physical contact, to exist.

Loki loves them both.

#loki #sylvie #loki series #loki meta #my meta #loki season 2 #lokius #mobius #loki spoilers

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archivomeow · 28 days

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if i have to argue with another person that has one braincell, no empathy and cannot read and understand context clues i will actually shoot myself.

anyways yelena is confirmed ace (also heavily implied to be repulsed like based on what she says and acts in pale little spider, she’s disgusted and doesn’t understand sexual attraction) and heavily implied aro (as far as i know and have read for her comics).

another thing to note

^source: wikipedia.

and another: fuck devin grayson, because the nightwing thing (ew)

how can you say this and then say she isn’t ace? be so for real.

and to be true the only thing devin grayson has said is that she has no control over mcu yelena and what the mcu chooses to do with her character.

yall just took that, run with it. so now if i say that mcu valkyrie is a lesbian is that okay? no because im taking bi rep, but it’s okay when it’s aroace rep???

yall pushed for loki to be bi and genderfluid like in the comics, why can’t yall stand up for aroace yelena?

#im trying to be nice #but for the love of god #yelena belova #yelena belova aroace #aro #ace #aro rep #ace rep #aromantic rep #asexual representation #aroace

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oncamelliastreet · 2 months

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ ❀ hi!! i’m r, and i’d love to be friends ❀ ɞ˚‧｡⋆

here’s a little about me:

in general:

i am a minor, i’m fine with 18+ just don’t be…weird

i’m cis and my pronouns are she/her

i’m bi and somewhere on the ace spectrum (people are pretty but ew)

i’m an infp and a february aquarius

i’m obsessed with camellia flowers (and not because it’s a luke hemmings lyric, that was just a delightful coincidence)

tv & movies:

stranger things

fav character : max and mike

fav ship : byler

dead boy detectives

fav character : charles and jenny

fav ship : charles and edwin

ted lasso

fav character : colin and sam

fav ship : roy and keeley

heartbreak high

fav character : spider and any

fav ship : spider and missy

the bear

fav character : richie (cousin)

fav ship : i don’t really have one?

outer banks

fav character : jj

fav ship : jj and kiara

young royals

fav character: wille

fav ship: wille and simon

shadow and bone

fav character: nina

fav ship: nina and matthias

school spirits

fav character: wally

fav ship: maddie and wally

criminal minds

fav character : spencer

fav ship : jemily

sitcoms

new girl

parks & rec

the office

brooklyn 99

mcu

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10 things i hate about you

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the bikeriders

grease

elvis

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luke hemmings

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taylor swift

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reneé rapp

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chappell roan

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one direction

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ashe

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madison beer

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florence + the machine

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Animal Transformation

This took way too long, but that tends to happen when you don't have a really strong idea for the plot. I'm also super rusty, but I think I got my swing back towards the end.

Hope you enjoy the read, and let me know if you spot any spelling mistakes.

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Turns out even frost giants have allergies, and it has the funniest effects on a certain trickster’s shapeshifting control.

Darcy watches as Loki loses control of his shapeshifting magic, and she just can't resist a furry face.

“Community service” was the polite term used to describe Loki’s return to Earth.

“Doing whatever the Hell we say” is the more accurate description, as coined by Director Fury during the initial meeting.

Thanks to a curse/spell from Odin, Loki’s magic and strength was moderated by whichever task Loki was assigned to at the time.

When he was sent out to clean up trash in Central Park (disguised and under Natasha’s supervision) he was as strong as an average citizen.

If he went out with the Avengers to deal with a threat, he was allowed just enough magic and strength as was needed to defend himself.

In-between his assignments, and back in the Tower, he was set to about mid-level Godly might (just in case a Hulk suddenly appeared or an accidental arrow went flying his way.)

The combination of ‘cursed weakness’ and menial labor, unsurprisingly, lead to a consistently pissy Loki. The closest thing Darcy had seen to a smile on him was the trademark smirk, right before he said something snarky.

Even though Darcy hated Loki’s guts for all the death and destruction he’d brought to New York, she also couldn’t stop herself from adding him onto her ‘Take Care List.’ Much to most everyone’s surprise (Jane had long since accepted that Darcy couldn’t help herself.)

She didn’t go out of her way to kneel and curtsey around him or anything, but she did make sure he got a mug of tea or coffee when she was doing the rounds in the morning. As well as a decent portion of food like the other bottomless pits that had to be fed (with Thor back on Earth, the grocery bills knocked up another couple hundred.)

Anytime Loki bothered to acknowledge Darcy, it was never in a polite fashion, and Darcy made sure to give just as good as she got.

“I see Midgardian cuisine is just as lacking as the people.”

“I see your manners didn’t make the trip from Asgard.”

“If you’re going to offer me food, at least make certain it's cooked.”

“Gee why didn’t I think of that? Oh right, dumpster fires don’t get a say in what they get.”

It became something of a routine for them to exchange barbs at least once or twice a day, and by Loki’s second month in residence, the other members in the Tower stopped bracing for Loki to lash out at Darcy.

Darcy just came to accept this as part of her new normal, and rolled with whatever weirdness that came along with it.

Right up until the weirdness took a detour into ‘omg wtf’ territory.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“...Avengers were seen fighting against what was described as a hoard of mutated bi-pedal flowers.”

Anytime the Avengers were called out for a mission Darcy kept the TV on in the background so she could get updates on what kind of mess she might be helping to clean up later. JARVIS was great for giving her updates on everyone’s physical well being, but he couldn’t necessarily predict how the team’s mood was going to be once they got home.(When there was a HYDRA mission, it was home-made pizza night. Apparently slamming around a massive ball of dough was very therapeutic for Bucky.)

The news being a bit slower than actual events, Darcy wasn’t surprised when JARVIS announced the team was returning in the next 10 minutes, along with a cryptic note of, “No major injuries to report, however Dr.Banner does advise no immediate physical contact.”

The last time JARVIS passed on this kind of note, the Avengers had gone up against a T-Rex made of enchanted septic waste (sometimes D&D nerds manage to get their hands on blackmarket magic, and it never ends well for anyone.)

Having (barely) survived Death-By-Foul-Poo-Stank, Darcy figured her nose could handle some overly strong floral perfume coming from the team’s gear. With Jane’s blessing, she was ready and waiting for them in the kitchen 20 minutes later. She’d brought out multiple boxes of kleenex, a handful of neti pots, and every brand of allergy medication in existence.

The first waft of thick flowery perfume drifted in with Steve, and nearly had her choking as her eyes watered, “Cripes Steve, how is this almost worse than the Fecal-Rex?!” Grabbing a handful of kleenex she blew her nose and dabbed at her eyes.

“Just be lucky you’re getting this, and not the full bouquet. There was every kind of flower there, and everyone but me, Bucky, and Bruce nearly dropped from an immediate allergic reaction.” Steve grabbed one of the neti pots and looked over the instruction card that came with it.

Darcy could just imagine Tony having to flip up his face visor to keep from coating it with his sneezes, while Clint cursed trying to zero in on his target with his eyes burning and watering.

“Wait so even Thor -”

What had to be the loudest sneeze in existence went off, followed by the lights flickering erratically throughout the room.

Thor entered a moment later blowing his nose into a wad of paper towels. The skin around his nose and eyes were bright red, evidence that he’d been rubbing at them for a while already.

“I didn’t think anything on Earth would be able to infect your whole Godly-Alien-Race?” She asked while pushing a box of lotioned kleenex towards him.

Thor accepted the softer tissues and yanked out ten to hold in his hand, ready for the next sneeze, his voice was congested when he answered, “Nor did we. Banner believes their mutated state amplified their pollen’s properties.” He blew his nose again, and Darcy winced at the sound of his tortured sinuses.

“What about Loki? He’s not human or Asgardian, how is he faring?” Thor had explained his brother’s origins to everyone over drinks the night before Loki had been brought to the tower. A couple members of the team concluded that Loki’s destructive behavior must have been a kind of psychotic break, what with his whole life being flipped upside down and dipped in ice water.

Thor and Steve exchanged a look, one that nearly had them both coughing back a round of laughter.

Squinting Darcy pressed, “What happened to Frosty the Snow Giant? It was something good wasn’t it? Give me the deets ~” She crept closer to Thor, wiggling her fingers towards the box of kleenex as though she were going to snatch it back.

Thor grabbed the box and turned away, his smile spreading, “During the fray, Loki was met with the misfortune of having his entire head swallowed by one of the flowers.”

Steve’s smile curled towards ‘I enjoy trouble’ and added on, “Turns out getting a nose of the stuff is worse than just breathing it in.”

“So Loki is…?” She prompted already knowing the answer had to be good.

“Hiding in his room.” Natasha supplied, slipping around Thor to grab a box of lotioned kleenex herself. Unlike Steve and Thor, she’d gone straight to her room to shower and change into clean clothes.

Images of Loki with a purple rash all over his face, or icicle snot hanging out of his nose popped into Darcy’s mind.

“Well if he’s feeling that rough, then I’m sure he’d appreciate some tissues and allergy meds. I’m just gonna…” Darcy grabbed the extra strength Benadryl, the last box of lotioned Kleenex and one of the Neti pots.

Her arms full she made a beeline for the elevator, and chose to ignore Steve’s question of, “Is she still safe?”

One quick elevator ride, and a hop-skip down the hallway had Darcy standing in front of Loki’s door.

Since her hands were full, Darcy called out,“Loki, you in and decent? I’ve got a sniffles care package for you.”

“Go away, Serf.”

Darcy rolled her eyes. ‘Serf’ was Loki’s default nickname when he couldn’t be bothered to think of a better insulting name.

Even through the door she could hear the rapid fire sneezes that followed, as well as a muffled cough.

“You can either let me in, and choose what state of dress you’re in, or JARVIS opens the door and I get to see just how much of a rash you have on your ass right now.” It was a shallow bluff at best, but she couldn’t just walk away without trying first.

The annoyed noise that traveled through the door sounded an awful lot like a growl, more so than the usual one she was able to get out of him when she pushed his buttons.

A second later the door opened.

Biting down on her lips to try and not smile too smugly Darcy marched in, “Good choice Frosty. You’ll thank me later when you’re not missing three layers of ski…nnnnyah?”

With all the apartments in the tower having the same layout Darcy had gone straight for Loki’s small living room to place her bundle on the coffee table.

She’d glimpsed Loki from the corner of her eye as she’d breezed into the room, and hadn’t spotted any bright red or pink on him. When she straightened and faced him properly, her brain and mouth had a disconnect.

Loki still stood by the door, which he was still holding open, his battle gear was gone and his hair was damp from his shower. Like Thor the skin around his nose was chaffed from blowing, and his eyes slightly puffy, and for reasons that Darcy’s brain couldn’t fathom there were two black, white tipped fuzzy ears on his head and a twitching, fluffy, black, white tipped fox tail peeking out from his back.

“Uhhhhhh��.”

“Make your jokes, then leave.” Even congested Loki’s tone was clear in his frustration.

Darcy held her hands up, “Hey there’s no shaming here, just confusion. Last time I checked, allergies didn’t turn people into furries.”

“I am not…” He broke into a fit of sneezes, “Whatever nonsense term that is. I’ve simply…” More sneezing, “Been struggling with my Seidr.”

Darcy hummed and nodded, not really understanding but didn’t think it smart to push him into a more in-depth explanation. His sneezes were so close together and harsh, she was getting worried about the amount of air he was getting into his lungs.

“Regardless, maybe some meds will help. I suggest taking like, 4 of the Benadryl. If it works it’ll knock you on your ass, but it’ll also stop the sneezing and congestion.” She was making her way towards the door as she spoke and stopped just by the opening, “Any chance I can-” She reached towards his twitching tail.

“Leave.”

“I’ll come check on ya in a couple hours!” As badly as Darcy wanted to touch the fluffy tail, she was not ready to die for the attempt.

~~~~ THREE HOURS LATER ~~~~~~~~

Darcy juggled the three tupperware containers of food in one arm while she did her best to knock with the other, “Loki you good? I’ve got food.”

She didn’t hear any approaching footsteps, and was startled when the door was opened.

Darcy barely got clear of the door before Loki shut it. Turning to face him, she just about dropped the food.

“I can’t tell if this means the Benadryl helped or not.” She offered as an opening for him to explain.

Loki still had the ears and tail, but now there was fur around the edges of his face, covering his hands and feet, his nails had blackened into claws, and there were definitely whiskers growing out of his cheeks.

Loki blinked down at her, his nose twitched (was he about to sneeze or was he testing her scent?) and she saw something shift in his mind as his pupils widened then shrank, he blinked and his usual scowl returned to his face, “How did you get in here?”

Darcy cocked her head to the side, “You let me in, just now, and almost hit me with the door. Did fur grow inside your brain too? Do I need to call Bruce?”

Her concern crossed from surface level to genuine as she watched Loki look down at his hands and wiggle his clawed fingers, his expression was hard to read with his eyebrows blending into his new furry hairline but she was certain he was looking confused himself. “Damn.” The word was uttered so quietly Darcy might have missed it if she weren’t standing so close.

“Loki, you’re seriously worrying me dude.” Again his ears twitched in her direction.

“I’m touched.” Darcy took the dry sarcasm as a good sign, “The only thing you should be concerned about is keeping your blithering trap shut. It was bad enough when it was just the ears and tail. If The Oaf hears of this, there will be no end to his ridicule.”

The more Loki said, the more Darcy relaxed. It was a sad reflection on her life when she was happy to have the mass murdering alien give her a hard time.

Opting to ignore his bluff (she’d long since realized that he could bark all he wanted, if he ever hurt her he’d immediately be kicked back to Asgard) Darcy went to his kitchen and put down the tupperware containers, “Don’t worry your fuzzy little head, I won’t tell anyone…” Faster than Loki could anticipate, she whipped up her phone and snapped a picture, “I will show everyone though, unless you let me touch your ears or tail.” She shoved her phone down the front of her shirt and between her boobs, uncaring of the extra cleavage she was flashing him in the process.

Loki’s upper lip drew back revealing some rather pointy canines, “Impudent wench.”

Darcy smirked as she rocked on her heels, “Oh come on Fuzz Butt, you can’t tell me no one’s ever wanted to see what your transformed fur feels like.”

“None have ever been so brazen or foolish to try.” Loki bit back. He was becoming so agitated his tail was swishing, and his ears had flattened on his head.

‘Dammit, now he’s just looking cute.’

He was also looking a little unsteady. With each swish of his tail, Loki wobbled the slightest bit, and his eyelids seemed to be struggling to stay open.

“How many of those Benadryl did you end up taking?” She hadn’t heard him sneeze once since she came in, and the skin around his nose and eyes had returned to normal.

“The four you recommended had no effect, so I added another five. The sneezing stopped just before…” Loki caught himself before he could finish outing himself. Shaking his head he staggered off towards the couch, “Leave Serf. I require rest.”

She really, really wanted to push her luck and remind him about the whole Fuzzy Picture threat, but it wasn’t as much fun if the other member of the party was spiraling towards a crash. Cause damn, NINE?! If one Benadryl was enough to turn a regular human into a zombie, then nine must be bordering on a coma.

“Fine, but don’t think this isn’t over. I’ll come back in an hour and make sure you’re still breathing.”

She saw a feeble, black fuzzy hand lift up to acknowledge he’d heard her.

Darcy left but made sure to leave the door unlocked. Quietly she called out, “JARVIS keep an eye on his vitals and let Bruce or Thor know if his heart stops or something.”

“Of course Ms.Lewis…Shall I let you know when it’s been an hour?”

Unsurprised that JARVIS had been listening in on the conversation in Loki’s room, Darcy gave a thumbs up to the nearest camera she could see, “That’d be great J.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 45 MINS LATER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ms.Lewis, I thought I should inform you that there has been a change in Prince Loki’s condition.” Darcy tried not to cringe too much from having JARVIS say this directly into her bluetooth headphones (a welcoming gift from Tony.)

Glancing over to where she could see Bruce working at his station she figured this wasn’t a life threatening change to Loki’s condition. Not many realized just how much intelligence Tony’s AI had, but Darcy was no fool. She grew up worshiping the internet, and treating ‘The Matrix’ and ‘The Terminator’ like prophecies.

If JARVIS thought this was something only she needed to know about then she’d take it as the gift that it was.

A quick elevator ride later and she was back at his door.

She knocked lightly and let herself in, “Loki? JARVIS says you might need help.”

There came a slight whimper (or was that a whine?) from the living room.

This late in the afternoon the sunlight had moved away from Loki’s windows, and none of the lights had been turned on. Everything was cast in shadows and patches of darkness, making it hard to see anything.

“Loki?”

Darcy hit the switch for the kitchen light so she didn’t accidentally blind/enrage the half-transformed frost giant.

Able to see Darcy watched as what she had initially thought to be a deep pocket of shadows uncurled from the bottom of the coffee table.

A black fox the size of a St.Bernard stretched out like a cat as unfocused green eyes blinked in her direction.

“Oh my Gods.”

She wanted to take all the pictures, but she also wanted to try touching him. When he was still humanoid the fur had looked silky, as a full fox it looked absolutely luxurious and Darcy just had to get her fingers into it.

She had never interacted with foxes before though, and didn’t know how unhinged Loki’s brain was going to be with all that Benadryl in his system.

Finished stretching he ventured a couple steps closer, his nose to the air to scent the new presence in his home. Some of Loki’s consciousness must have been working, cause the fox’ ears went down and it spun around to hop onto the couch.

‘I’ve just been brushed off by a fox.’ Loki could brush her off a million times and she wouldn’t bat an eye, but Fox-Loki showing her such little interest just felt like a bitch slap.

“Rude.”

Going over to the couch she watched as Loki laid down with his head resting between his two front paws. His eyes closed and a rather un-fox like sigh came out through his nose.

Darcy crouched down to eye level and told him, “You know you make a very pretty fox.” Other than his ear twitching Loki didn’t acknowledge her.

“May I please pet you, your Foxiness?” Murderous Asshole or not, Darcy wasn’t going to touch without consent.

His eye cracked open, regarding her for a moment then closed and another long sigh was released. Darcy took it as one of resignation and beamed. Finally she could get this out of her system!

As gently as she could she placed her hand on his head; he didn’t move away or twist around to snap at her, confirming that he had given in.

She stroked down along his spine, marveling at the feel of his thick, silky fur. Bringing her hand back to his head she lightly scratched around the base of his ears, the fur there was much softer and she had to bite her lip to keep from gushing out more praises to him.

Her petting was kept strictly to his back and the top of his head, areas that most animals considered to be safe zones. As much as she wanted to touch his tail she didn’t know how sensitive it was and didn’t want to push it.

Darcy cut herself off after about five minutes, plus her legs were screaming in protest from holding that crouched position so long.

A woman of her word Darcy dug out her phone and deleted the picture of Loki the Were-Fox. Satisfied she whispered to Loki, “There now no one but me and JARVIS knows what a half fox, half Frost Giant looks like. I also won’t tell anyone that you totally lost control due to overdosing on allergy medicine. You’ll be back to your entitled asshole self by tomorrow morning.”

This got her a small indignant huff.

Darcy let herself out and made sure the door locked behind her.

It was only after the door’s lock had clicked that Loki released his animal shape. It took a bit slower than usual, but he wasn’t quite back in focus just yet.

Back in his usual form he resettled on the couch. With not a single piece of clothing on his body, the material didn’t feel quite as comfortable as it had in his fox shape.

The Midgardian medicine had thrown his control off balance, just not as much as he’d let Lewis believe. He could have reverted back to his proper state a half hour ago, and gone back to his bed for a proper rest.

Instead he couldn’t resist seeing what the woman would do when faced with the full transformation. He’d been somewhat hoping she would startle or scream and flee, calling for Thor’s protection. Instead she’d looked at him like he was the most beautiful animal in existence. It was a delicious boost to his ego.

Loki chuckled to himself, picturing her face when she might learn that her ‘petting’ along his fur had translated to the feeling of a lover’s touch on his skin.

There would be sputtering, possibly some shrieking and all the threats and profanities.

The image was so entertaining he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

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