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Loki Series Rewrite (AKA Loki Series But With Squirrel Girl) Ep 3

INT. TVA - DAY

Loki is attacking Sylvie. Suddenly, Doreen enters and rushes up to them.

DOREEN

Loki, catch!

She tosses him a prune stick. Loki takes it and he starts fighting Sylvie with her. During the battle, Doreen manages to overpower Sylvie and tackle her to the ground. Doreen holds her knuckle spikes to Sylvie's throat, but Sylvie twists her arm and kicks Loki's prune stick away. Sylvie then kicks Doreen's face and grabs Loki. Doreen freezes when she sees Sylvie is holding a dagger to Loki's throat. Just then, Ravonna and several other agents enter.

SYLVIE

Come any closer, and I'll kill him.

RAVONNA

Go for it.

Doreen glares at her. Before she can attack, Loki whips out his tem-pad, causing himself and Sylvie to disappear.

We cut to later, when Mobius, Ravonna, and Doreen are standing where Loki and Sylvie vanished.

DOREEN

(to Ravonna)

Thanks for nothing.

RAVONNA

I called her bluff. I knew she wasn't going to do it.

DOREEN

Yeah. Sure.

MOBIUS

Where the hell did they go?

DOREEN

You don't know?

MOBIUS

Loki took the tem-pad with him. We can't find his location if we don't have it.

(He groans in frustration.)

That bastard! He directly disobeyed me! I knew I shouldn't have trusted him!

DOREEN

He probably just wanted to know what was going on! Look, I can find him with-

(She takes out her Loki locket, only to see that it is broken.)

Shit...

MOBIUS

What?

DOREEN

This thing must've gotten damaged in the fight.

MOBIUS

Can't you just fix it?

DOREEN

It's not that simple. Thor let me borrow parts of rare Asgardian technology to build this. They were some of the last parts they had, so I would have to go back in time to Asgard to get more. And... I have no idea where I would even begin to start looking there.

Mobius sighs.

MOBIUS

Alright, look, I'll search through our files on Asgard to see what I can find. In the meantime, just try to salvage what you can, and don't dilly-dally. Every moment those variants are on the loose, we're all in danger.

INT. TVA OFFICE - DAY

Doreen is trying to work on the locket to no avail. She slams it down and sighs. Just then, her squirrel Monkey Joe hops up on the table, carrying spare parts. He sets them down and squeaks at her.

DOREEN

No... Those won't work, Monkey Joe. We need gear that can navigate through both space and time.

Looking dejected, Monkey Joe lets out a few sad squeaks. Doreen pets him and gives him an almond as consolation.

DOREEN

I know, buddy, you tried your best...

Doreen's other squirrels, Tippy-Toe and Mr. Lieberman join Monkey Joe to eat pieces of the almond. Just then, CASEY turns around and peers at the squirrels in horror.

CASEY

What are those?

(Beat)

DOREEN

Um, almonds? Want some?

CASEY

No, the... things eating them...

Doreen raises an eyebrow.

DOREEN

They're squirrels.

CASEY

"Squirrels?"

DOREEN

What, you've never seen a squirrel before?

CASEY

No... I've spent my whole life here, so I've never seen any animals at all.

Doreen looks mortified.

DOREEN

That's the saddest thing I've ever heard in my life...

INT. TVA LIBRARY - DAY

Mobius is looking through various old books on shelves. He pauses when he flips through a book that has Asgardian writing and a map of Asgard.

INT. TVA OFFICE - DAY

Doreen is showing Casey pictures of different types of squirrels on her phone as Casey looks on in wonder.

DOREEN

So, this here is a red squirrel. I just love their little pointy ears! Ooh, and these ones are extra rare: The Japanese flying squirrel! Look at their beady little eyes! And their fluffy tail! You can only find these in one island on all of Earth!

CASEY

Wow... That's amazing!

Just then, Mobius walks in.

MOBIUS

Doreen!

Doreen quickly slams her phone down.

DOREEN

Uhhh, yes, sir, we are hard at work!

She does an awkward salute. Mobius frowns at her.

MOBIUS

I found this book in our library.

(He flips to a page that has a drawing of Odin's treasure room with a description written in Asgardian.)

This look familiar?

Doreen frowns as she peers at the book.

DOREEN

This is all in Asgardian. I can't read it.

MOBIUS

Forget the text; look at the picture.

He points to a section of the drawing where several golden parts are stored in the treasure room. Doreen's eyes widen.

DOREEN

Oh my God... I think that's it!

Mobius grins.

MOBIUS

Yeah? You think you could go get it if I sent you to Asgard, say, a couple decades in the past?

DOREEN

Sure, I mean... All I would have to do is find Odin's treasure room... wherever that is, somehow break in, get the parts, and then, by some miracle, get out undetected, and then we're home free!

MOBIUS

Easy!

DOREEN

Easy!

(She pats him on the back.)

Good job, Moby! I might need a change of clothes, though.

MOBIUS

What's wrong with your clothes?

DOREEN

I mean, I can't just walk into Asgard like this; I'd stick out like a sore thumb!

Mobius sighs.

MOBIUS

Alright, I'll see if we have any old stuff from the Asgardian variants we've taken in. But study that book and maybe try to come up with a halfway coherent plan for sneaking in. I'll set the portal to send you back to the same moment in time once you're done, so you can take however long you need to look for the parts. But don't use that as an excuse to sight-see!

He chuckles under his breath as he walks away.

MOBIUS

"Moby"...

INT. LAMENTIS-1 TRAIN - NIGHT

Loki and Sylvie are chatting on the train.

SYLVIE

How about you? You're a prince! Must've been... would-be princesses. Or, perhaps, another prince?

LOKI

A bit of both. I suspect, the same as you. But nothing ever...

SYLVIE

Real.

LOKI

Hmm.

(Beat)

SYLVIE

What about your mortal girl? What was her name? Doreen?

Loki raises an eyebrow.

SYLVIE

She seems nice.

LOKI

Oh, I'm sure she'd appreciate that, coming from the person who practically kicked her face in.

SYLVIE

Hey, when she's on the run, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.

LOKI

And, no, she's... just an acquaintance.

Sylvie raises an eyebrow and smirks.

INT. ASGARD PALACE, 1960 - NIGHT

Doreen enters the palace through a portal in a pretty, albeit slightly ill-fitting blue Asgardian dress, with her hair done up like all the other noble ladies. As she wanders around, she spots a crowd of noble ladies in ballgowns chatting and laughing while they walk. She tries to inconspicuously join the group, when a MAID calls out to her.

MAID

Um, pardon me, my lady?

Doreen freezes to see if the maid is talking to her.

MAID

Do you not have something to wear for tonight?

DOREEN

I... Um... Well, I was just going to wear this... very Asgardian dress...

MAID

Do you... have anything a little more formal? I trust you haven't forgotten that the ball is tonight?

DOREEN

Uh... Right... Yes... Of course... Um...

MAID

We have some spare dresses if you'd like to borrow one. I'm sure the queen wouldn't mind.

Doreen hesitates for a moment.

DOREEN

A-alright... Thank you.

She follows the maid into a corridor.

INT. CHANGING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Doreen sits in front of a mirror while the maid styles her hair. She has a layer of light, pretty makeup on her face.

MAID

Have you decided which dress you'd like, my lady?

DOREEN

Oh... I liked the green one.

The maid raises an eyebrow.

MAID

Are we... hoping for something?

DOREEN

Wh-what do you mean?

MAID

Well, if you're wearing the colors of Prince Loki, some might think you were... trying to get his attention.

(Beat)

DOREEN

W-will he be there?

MAID

He should. I must warn you that he detests these types of social events, though. At last winter's ball, he projected an illusion of himself in the ballroom to make it seem like he was present when he was really in his room reading books the whole night.

Doreen grins.

MAID

Shall I help you put on your dress?

DOREEN

(Lost in thought)

Yeah...

(Her head shoots up as she comes back to her senses.)

U-uh, I mean, no! No, no, no! I... I can do it myself...

INT. ASGARDIAN BALLROOM, 1960 - NIGHT

Loki is standing off to the side while Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three talk and drink. They are all dressed in their outfits from 2011 Thor. Thor downs a mug of ale.

THOR

Another!

He smashes his drink on the ground and Loki rolls his eyes. Thor approaches him and claps him on the back - a little too hard. Loki grunts and gives him an irritated look.

THOR

Come on, brother... You could at least try to have a little fun!

Loki scoffs.

LOKI

Watching every maiden in the palace fawn over you and Fandral is not my idea of fun.

Thor laughs.

THOR

Loki... Must you be so down? You can't spend all your time shut up in your room reading all those books and doing your little magic spells.

LOKI

Why not? I'd infinitely prefer it to this.

Before Thor can say another word, Loki walks off. A SERVANT approaches him, carrying a tray with a goblet of wine on it.

SERVANT

Some wine, your highness?

Loki eagerly takes the goblet and drinks it, nearly downing the entire thing in one swig. He freezes when he sees something in the distance.

We pan up the staircase as we see Doreen descending down it, wearing an elegant green and gold dress. Her hair is done up in an intricate braid, with golden ornaments adorning it. She looks around the ballroom nervously, peering at different corridors in an attempt to find the treasure room. Never taking his eyes off her, Loki sets the goblet down on a table nearby and walks off-screen.

As Doreen makes her way across the ballroom, Tippy-Toe suddenly scurries off to a table where grapes and nuts are laid out.

DOREEN

Tippy!

(She rushes after her.)

We're supposed to be keeping a low profile!

Tippy-Toe gives her a pleading look and a few squeaks. Doreen sighs.

DOREEN

Alright, fine. But just one.

She hands Tippy-Toe a macadamia nut. As the squirrel eats her treat, we suddenly hear Loki's voice behind them. Startled, Doreen whirls around.

LOKI

As much as I'm sure your friend is pleasant company, the kitchen staff might not take kindly to seeing a rodent on the refreshment table.

Tippy-Toe cocks her head and gives him an inquisitive squeak. Loki smiles at her.

LOKI

No offense.

DOREEN

Ah... Y-You're right, um... Tippy, why don't you go eat that outside? I'll catch up with you later.

Tippy-Toe squeaks and runs off with her nut. Nervously wringing her hands, Doreen glances back at Loki, who smiles at her.

DOREEN

So, um... Are you... actually here this time, or is this just another one of your creepy illusions?

Loki smiles and extends his hand to her.

LOKI

Perhaps you should find out for yourself.

After hesitating for a moment, Doreen gingerly places her hand in his. Loki kisses the back of her hand, causing her to blush.

LOKI

I'm terribly sorry; I don't believe I caught your name?

DOREEN

U-um... Doreen.

LOKI

Well, Lady Doreen... Would you care for a dance?

DOREEN

Huh? O-oh, I, um... I-I don't... really know how...

LOKI

It's easy! I'll teach you! Here...

(He leads her into the center of the ballroom, where other couples are dancing.)

Just step forward like this... Then back... Right... Left...

Doreen glances nervously around the room as he leads her into a waltz.

LOKI

You don't have to watch what everyone else is doing; just follow my lead...

(Beat)

You're, um... You're stepping on my foot.

DOREEN

Oh, sorry!

They continue to chat as they dance.

LOKI

You know, I'm surprised a noble lady like yourself never learned to dance.

DOREEN

Oh, well, um... I don't... really like going to parties very much.

LOKI

Ah. I don't either, to be honest.

DOREEN

Then how'd you get to be so good at dancing? Are all the girls lining up to dance with the youngest prince of Asgard?

Loki laughs, embarrassed.

LOKI

Ah.... N-no, not exactly... That's... more Thor's forte. I... mostly learned from dancing with my mother.

Doreen grins.

DOREEN

Aww...

Loki laughs.

(Beat)

LOKI

You're stepping on my foot again.

DOREEN

Ack!

She takes her foot off of his.

LOKI

You know, I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose.

DOREEN

I'm not!

After a pause, she grins devilishly and stomps on his foot, causing him to yelp in surprise.

DOREEN

Okay, maybe that was on purpose.

They both laugh. Doreen glances at his helmet.

DOREEN

That helmet looks... comfortable.

LOKI

Oh, it is.

DOREEN

Yeah, I don't believe you.

LOKI

Well, it only weighs about 30 pounds, give or take. It's like wearing a feather.

They both snicker.

DOREEN

Doesn't it ever throw you off balance?

LOKI

Not once you get used to it. You should try wearing it sometime. I'm sure you'd love it.

Doreen grins, laughing to herself.

DOREEN

Yeah, I'm sure...

LOKI

I, um... I must ask... Did you... wear green tonight deliberately? It is my favorite color, after all.

DOREEN

Oh, really? I never would've been able to tell!

They both laugh.

DOREEN

No, it, um... It's actually my favorite color, too, so...

LOKI

Ah.

DOREEN

Is that, like, something people actually do? I mean... wearing certain colors to get people to notice them?

LOKI

Well, sometimes, yes. I... admit, I... actually tried it once myself.

DOREEN

Oh yeah?

LOKI

A few years ago, there was a prince visiting from Vanaheim that I was... rather taken with. It was known that he loved silver, so I thought if I wore silver armor, I might... endear myself to him.

DOREEN

Did it work?

LOKI

(laughing)

No.

DOREEN

Well... I think you look better in green, anyway.

We cut to Thor standing with ODIN and FRIGGA on the far side of the ballroom, watching Loki and Doreen.

THOR

Mother, who is that Loki is dancing with?

FRIGGA

I'm not sure... I don't believe I've ever seen her around the palace before...

ODIN

Neither have I. I would wager she's merely the daughter of a poor social climber trying to pass himself off as a noble. Nothing to concern yourself with.

Thor grins as Odin walks off-screen.

THOR

Well, Loki seems to be finally enjoying himself...

They watch Loki twirl Doreen around as she giggles, her face flushed red. Frigga laughs.

FRIGGA

That's the first time I've seen him smile all day...

As they continue to dance, Doreen grows more nervous, suddenly unable to meet Loki's gaze, which never leaves her face. At one point, Loki places his hands around her waist and pulls her closer to him, causing her to tremble slightly. After hesitating, she gently places her hands on his shoulders. He smiles as the orchestra finishes playing.

DOREEN

How did I do?

LOKI

You're a fast learner. I'm impressed.

They smile at each other.

EXT. ASGARDIAN COURTYARD - NIGHT

Loki and Doreen chat as they walk through the garden in the palace courtyard, with Doreen drinking a cocktail in an elegant glass.

LOKI

I apologize if I come off as um... well, stiff... I have to admit this sort of thing is... well, it's rather new for me. I was never really very social growing up... Everyone always admired Thor for his physical strength, and, well... My own talents of magic and intellect are far less revered. The only friends I ever had, I met through Thor.

DOREEN

If it makes you feel any better, I didn't have any friends as a kid.

Loki raises an eyebrow.

LOKI

Not any?

Doreen shakes her head.

LOKI

Well, I... certainly wish we'd met sooner, then.

(Beat)

DOREEN

Yeah, me too.

LOKI

It's certainly never easy being an outcast... I've spent my whole life living in Thor's shadow... I know my father wishes I were more like him and his friends, but... All the brawn and muscle... It's just not who I am. I'm not like them.

DOREEN

Yeah, and, I mean, I'm sure being a frost giant and all must make you feel different, too...

Loki frowns.

LOKI

I beg your pardon?

Doreen's eyes widen, and she almost chokes on her drink.

DOREEN

U-Uh... I-I mean, um... Hypothetically speaking, if someone were... secretly a frost giant living in Asgard, that would... make them feel different, but, you know, that... wouldn't happen... ever...

She lets out a nervous laugh and sets her drink down on a nearby table as Loki blinks in confusion.

DOREEN

Anyways... What are you plans for the future if you're not first in line for the throne?

LOKI

I'm... not sure, to be honest. My parents thought I could gain some title of power by marrying me off to some other royal family, but I... don't think that's going to happen.

DOREEN

I guess it's too bad things didn't work out with that Vanaheim prince, then.

LOKI

Well, actually, I'm... rather glad they didn't now.

DOREEN

Why?

(Beat)

LOKI

Because now I've met you.

Doreen freezes and glances at him in surprise. He gives her a gentle smile in return. For a moment, she looks inexplicably happy, but once her senses return to her, her face falls and she backs away from him. Loki frowns.

LOKI

Is... something wrong?

DOREEN

I... I have to go...

LOKI

If... If I've said something wrong, I-

DOREEN

N-no! No, it's not... I... I'm sorry...

Before he can say another word, she runs away.

EXT. ASGARDIAN FOUNTAIN - MOMENTS LATER

Doreen splashes her face with water from a fountain on the other side of the courtyard, trying to pull herself together. Suddenly, Tippy-Toe runs up to her and squeaks at her.

DOREEN

Right... Parts...

INT. ODIN'S TREASURE ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Sneaking around corridors, Doreen finally finds the entrance to Odin's treasure room, which is protected by two guards.

DOREEN

(Whispering)

Okay, Tippy, you distract them while I sneak up on them from behind.

Tippy-Toe salutes, runs up to the guards, and starts playing with their armor while squeaking at them.

GUARD #1

What the-?! What is that?!

GUARD #2

It appears to be some type of squirrel...

Guard #1 tries flicking Tippy-Toe off his armor.

GUARD #1

Shoo! Begone, creature!

(He turns to the other guard.)

Do you think it's Ratatoskr?

GUARD #2

No, you fool! Ratatoskr has a horn!

Before they can say another word, Doreen strikes them both from behind. They try to attack her, but she expertly knocks them both out in one punch.

DOREEN

(to Tippy-Toe)

Let's go.

She and Tippy-Toe enter the treasure room, scanning the area for the parts. Doreen frowns in confusion when she sees Odin's fake infinity gauntlet, but is quickly distracted by the golden parts in a chest in the far end of the room.

DOREEN

Got it!

She tries picking up the parts, but as soon as she does, a shield of magic blocks the exit.

DOREEN

Oh, that's not good...

She hears footsteps and guards' voices rushing towards the treasure room. Moving quickly, she jumps up to the ceiling and kicks down the mechanism creating the shield.

DOREEN

Tippy, we gotta run!

Hiding in corridors, they slip past the guards and escape to the outside of the palace. Doreen grabs her tem-pad and opens a portal. Before she returns to the TVA, she catches a glimpse of Loki's silhouette in the distance walking around. For a moment, he seems to be looking for something, but he soon sits down on a bench, defeated, and looks at the other party guests in the distance. Squeezing her eyes shut, Doreen turns away and places a reset charge on the ground. As she and Tippy go through the portal, the reset charge disintegrates the area.

INT. TVA - DAY

Doreen and Tippy-Toe rush through the portal, causing Doreen to nearly run into Mobius, who raises an eyebrow.

DOREEN

I got the parts.

MOBIUS

I... can see that. Are you okay? What's with the getup?

DOREEN

I'm fine - There was a ball going on, so I just had to change to blend in...

(Beat)

I should... get started on fixing the locket.

Before Mobius can stop her, she rushes to another room.

INT. TVA OFFICE - DAY

Still in her ballgown, Doreen is busying inserting the parts into the locket. Mobius enters.

MOBIUS

I, uh... saw the footage of Asgard...

Doreen grits her teeth and says nothing.

MOBIUS

So... you... like Loki, huh? Gotta say, I wasn't expecting that...

DOREEN

I really don't want to talk about this.

MOBIUS

Does he know?

DOREEN

Uh, no, he doesn't, and I'd like to keep it that way.

MOBIUS

Well, I mean... I'd be lying if I said I thought you weren't an odd pair, but I guess I can see it...

Doreen clenches her jaw and ignores him.

MOBIUS

I just don't see why you're all upset over it...

Doreen slams the locket down.

DOREEN

Because! I'm gonna live, what? 80, 90 years max? Maybe a hundred if I'm lucky? That's a fraction of Loki's life! Why would he ever pay any attention to me?! If that Loki from the past knew I was just a human, he wouldn't have taken a second glance at me!

Realizing she is losing her composure, she tries to focus back on fixing the locket.

After a moment, Mobius sits down next to her.

MOBIUS

You know, I've studied Loki's entire life. I thought I understood everything there was to know about him. But you... you stumped me. If Loki knew he was going to die at the hands of Thanos, why did he trust you to be the one to bring him back to life? And then, it hit me... It's because he knows you're different. He knows that you know what it's like to be an outcast. He could sense it, just from meeting you, that you would be the first stranger he ever met that wouldn't see him as an enemy.

After a pause, Doreen shakes her head.

DOREEN

Even if I could believe that... it wouldn't matter. I'm never going to live long enough to be a part of his life.

(Beat)

MOBIUS

You know, when you've worked at the TVA for as long as I have, you tend to get a bit of a perspective on these types of things. Doreen... It's not about how much time we have... It's what we do with our time while we have it that matters. And you may not believe me, but I know you've made a difference in his life. You never doubted him, even when you had every right to. And that's always going to stick with him, even long after you're gone.

Doreen looks down and says nothing. After a moment, Mobius stands up.

MOBIUS

Well... make of it what you will. I'm gonna go ask the other agents if they've found any leads-

Suddenly, the locket clicks open.

DOREEN

It's fixed!

(She hands it to Mobius.)

Here, let that charge at a good power source for a little bit. Once it's at 100%, you should be able to see where Loki is.

MOBIUS

Okay, great. We'll get a task force ready to go get him.

DOREEN

Can I come?

MOBIUS

Ravonna would rather you stay here. She doesn't want a non-variant being put at an unnecessary risk.

Doreen's face falls, but she nods. Mobius exits. Doreen sits back at a computer and starts to look through files. She comes across a tab that reads "AGENT PROFILES", but when she tries to access it, she gets a message that reads "ERROR: RESTRICTED". Glancing over her shoulder, she checks to make sure no one else is in the room and begins typing.

INT. RAVONNA'S OFFICE - DAY

As Ravonna sits at her desk, she receives a holographic message that reads "WARNING: DATA BREACH DETECTED". She clenches her jaw.

INT. TVA OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

Doreen is reading files on her computer. As she continues to read, her eyes widen, with her expression growing more and more horrified. Suddenly, she turns back to the door.

DOREEN

Mobius?!

When there is no response, she tries to exit the room and follow after Mobius, but a gate of lasers suddenly blocks her path. As she glances at it, confused, Ravonna opens a portal into the room and strikes her from behind, knocking her out.

SYLVIE SMIRKS ‘CAUSE SHE KNOWS HE LYIN

So yeah, I took a lot of inspiration for the ballroom scene from the Laendler scene from The Sound of Music. I imagined Loki and Doreen’s relationship being a lot like The Captain and Maria, ‘cause I’m a huge sucker for the hardened grouch going soft for the innocent, lighthearted dreamer trope lol :P

I also listened to the song “When the Night is Over” by Lord Huron a lot when writing that scene. It’s very sad and haunting if you think of it as Loki’s POV after Doreen runs away.

Finally, I am officially dubbing the Doreen x Loki pairing “Dorki”, and I shall henceforth be tagging these posts as such!

@drawntothedarkside

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 years

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Marvel in Chronological Order, Mommah has opinions.

Captain America I: Steve just is the arch type hero. Chris and Seb look ridiculously good in uniforms. Hugo Weaving will never not be a great actor. Steve in the present is the perfect scene to kick off the Avenger Recruiting Process.

Captain Marvel: I like almost everything about this film, except the main arc, which is just badly executed. The premise of the arc is good, but falls flat. The Skrull being framed is such a strong point as is Fury coming into his role. Goose and Monica are my favs in this film.

Iron Man I: It is fucking Eery how real this film is. This shit could just happen in real life. RDJ just IS Tony Stark. Other than that I just don't find this film all too engaging but that is just my taste.

Iron Man II: Good for building Tony into an Avenger, easing him into the suit more comfortably, but I find him kind of a prat in this film. This is also probably the film in which I like Natasha the best. Justin Hammer has ADHD.

Thor I: There is so much to say about this film! Like Josh Dallas is utterly unrecognisable as Fandral. Thor looks different in civi than in his asgardian clothes, it is weird. Loki has kicked puppy face 80% of this film. SLEIPNIR!!!! Loki's fucken firstborn! Odin will never not win worst father of the year award. Gods I love Loki!

Avengers I: The more often I see this film the firmer I believe Loki was not in 100% control of his own mind. Tony's nicknames are never getting old. Neither does Mjolnir vs The Shield. Bruce is a peach and I will always defend him. 'I am a big fan of how you turn into an enormous green rage monster' TONY NO! Avengers perform better under pressure. Also Steve facing anything tachy is adorable.

Thor II: Loki's hair! His prison outfit! Odin is still an asshole who should not be allowed near anyone ever. How did Frigg not file for divorce yet. The theory is interesting, but not worked out in the execution all the way. Loki has an impulse control issue and I adore him. Also yay for Christopher Eccleston.

Iron Man III: PTSD Central, this is Tony speaking. IMHO the plot is a little disjointed and not very engaging. It is Tony/Rhodey/Pepper and their character arcs that make this film engaging. Tony is still a bit of an asshole.

Captain America II: Another of those realistic scenario MCU films. So many great lines! On Your Left. Bucky is so dogged and it breaks my heart. Seb looks great with longer hair tho. I love how Steve just never gives up. Maybe a bit foolish but such a Steve thing. Sam bringing all the best moments!

Guardians of the Galaxy I: A wicked good film and so fucking funny. The soundtrack is of course outstanding and the characters are some of the best in the MCU, IMHO. They are misfits thrown together and that works so well! Gamora is one of my fav MCU ladies and Peper Quill never does not crack me up. We Are Groot. Even when he's blue Lee Pace affects me!

Guardians of the Galaxy II: Misfits finding each other part 2. Found family will always be one of my favourite tropes. Drax' nipples, y'all. Rocket is a comfirmed Trash Panda. Did the guy's name 'Ego' not ring any alarmbells??? Peter and Gamora are such a ship, especially because they are the slowest of burns. I love baby Groot! Drax really has a weird way of flirting. YONDO IS MARY POPPINS BYE.

Avengers II: I immensely enjoy Paul Bethany's voice. The party at Stark's is 100. Thor's outfit! Steve already being worthy-ish. Rhodey just wants to belong! I already adore Wanda!!! Oh hey Smeagol! I just can't seperate Andy Serkis from Smeagol lmao. Oh Clint's family, so wholesome!!! That doctor/scientist woman is sooooo beautiful. NO NOT PIETRO!!!! Yes, I do prefer Aaron Taylor-Johnson's Pietro.

Antman I: Scott is such a mood, like 100% of the time. He is up there with the science bro's when it comes to intelligence, but he is just such a dweeb and I love it. He handles social interaction with all the grace of juggling hot potatoes and half of this film I am just going 'Scott no'. Evangeline Lily is so beautiful in this film! Yay for the Sameo! And we'll not tell Steve, we promise. I adore the way Marvel normalises differently constructed families. I love Scott's daughter!

Captain America III: Team Steve, all the way!!! Wanda and Vision are such a ship. Vision looks oddly good in civi clothes. POOR FUCKING BUCKY!!! Did I just see it correctly, was Zemo watching a Dutch newscast??? Vision awkwardly flirting with Wanda, oh gods hold me! Oh Scott, oh you awkward darling. PETER IS SUCH A BEB. Protecc him! He can't shut his mouth to save his ass, can he? STEVE HE IS A KID, HE CAREFUL WITH HIM. Sam's 'I hate you' to Bucky is so telling. 'Give me back my Rhodey' Tony's best line up till that point! RHODES NO, NOT RHODES.

Black Panther: You will be missed, Chadwick Boseman. The real MVP's are Nakia and M'Baku. T'Challa is a true one for throwing open Wakanda. Third World Countries all around it need so much help and Wakanda can absolutely do it. Why is Andy Serkis sexy in this film. Erik in that denim jacket hurts my soul, it looks so good. Battle Rhino's fuck yeah! Shuri is annoying, where even are her flaws?

Doctor Strange: I feel this film is more about Stephen's character arc than a plot otherwise. The villains are very undetailed and Stephen deals with them rather quickly. Not that I mind the character centric films, but this is one that stands out as obvious. I can't really unsee Ben as Sherlock, which makes it a bit harder for me to stay focussed on the film. I also keep forgetting Mads Mikkels plays a MCU villain. Wong is awesome!

Thor III: Arguably the best Thor film. At least Loki is afforded some dignity. Though not enough by far. I love his outfits in this film. Thor does look better with short hair. JEFF GOLDBLUM FUCK YEAH. Also all hands in the air for Korg. The soundtrack of this film is amazing! I love Thor in Strange's place, such a dolt. HELA IS A MISSED OPPORTUNITY, ESPECIALLY BC SHE HAS THE SAME COLOUR SCHEME AS LOKI. Lokispawn opportunity wasted, such a shame. Also Thor being the odd one out gives me such a illigitimate son feeling. In myth he is not even Frigg's son. IMPLICATIONS BRUCE HAS A BIGGER DONG THAN TONY, I SEE IT. Also, Loki redeemed, fuck yeah!

Antman II: Oh more Dork Scott, yay! He is such a good dad! Also yay for child petname paralels. Scott dreaming about young Hope is adorbs. Janet is also a very beautiful woman. The plot feels, to me,a bit all over the place between recovering Janet and the Ghost-girl thing and the FBI also mixing in.

Infinity War: I DON'T WIKE IT!!! How dare they kill Loki in the first fucking five minutes. 'The Sun Will Shine on us Again' without payoff, fuck this entire film. Vision and Wanda are OTP!!! Stephen and Tony were definitely flirting. Tony's commentary is 100. Why is Thor calling Rocket a Rabbit, he does not look remotely like one and I am pretty sure Thor knows what a rabbit is! Gamora's death never not hurts. Bucky spinning Rocket around, fuck yeah! Mr Stark, I don't feel so good. Bucky calling out for Steve before he faded. I DON'T WIKE THIS FILM!

Endgame: I really don't like this one. So many misses in characterisation. The plot is intrinsically sound, but everything around it is just BLEH. I hate what they did to Thor, like they just stripped him of his dignity. I don't like BruceHulk, he's just odd. And I L O A T H E Steve's end. Like the fuck, that is 100% not Steve and you know it. I absolutely do not mind him passing on the shield to Sam, let a fellow retire, but leaving behind Bucky to let him do his healing alone? Changing the life Peggy had? N O! Also Carol Ex Machina, puhlease. Things I did like were Nebula slowly softening up. Morgan being an absolute bean. Rhodes, just the entirety of him. Scott getting called Regular sized man. The emotion between Nat and Clint! Clint being an absolute family man!!! Frigg knows. SAM GETTING THE SHIELD.

#These are opinions y'all!#I enjoyed most of my rewatch #Now binging WandaVision and Falcon + Winter Soldier #All in time for Loki

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10 More TV Shows You Need To See

This is the second installment of my recommendations of shows for you to add to your own lists. I watch a lot of television and I’ve got, what I consider to be at least, a wide variety of shows under my favorites.

If you haven’t seen the first list, you don’t need to unless you want to see another list of ten shows you may want to check out if you’re looking for anything new to watch.

Warning, though, some of these don’t end the best way and may end up more as a disappointment. I’ll leave that up to you to decide.

I. Warehouse 13.

Pete and Myka, U.S Secret Service Agents, are deployed to South Dakota’s Warehouse 13 with a new assignment from an authority above and outside the government.

Intrigued?

With the Warehouse comes assignments regarding objects that hold some sort of abilities that can cause people to do wild and crazy things. It’s their job to find the artifacts (as they all hold significance to history) and bring them back to the Warehouse for safe keeping.

Things get wild and some serious topics get handled, but the show isn’t alone. It’s connected to another on this list, Eureka. More on that when you get to Eureka.

Some familiar faces are Eddie McClintock who played a part in Bones, one episode of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Joanne Kelly who played a role in The Dresden Files television series, Allison Scagliotti who played roles in Stitchers, The Vampire Diaries, and Drake & Josh, Aaron Ashmore (twin brother to Shawn Ashmore, who has been in the X-Men movies alongside appearing in The Boys, and voicing Conrad in Man of Medan) from Killjoys, Lost Girl, and Smallville, and Jamie Murray from Castelvania, Gotham, The Originals, Once Upon a Time, Defiance, and Dexter.

I highly recommend, especially because the dynamic of the characters is really interesting and covers a lot.

II. Eureka.

As mentioned above, this is connected to Warehouse 13. But only in the last two seasons of this show are the two connected.

Eureka is a town full of geniuses and advanced technology that the government funds, and when a new sheriff comes to town, he’s exposed to all the daily occurrences the locals get up to. And maybe a couple instances of time travel that may or may not have to do with the connection.

The town is full of faces you may recognize. Colin Ferguson who has roles in Haven, The Vampire Diaries, and Maytag commercials, Erica Cerra who has roles in The 100, Supernatural, Deadly Class, and the first Percy Jackson film, Felicia Day who has roles in The Magicians, Supernatural, Con Man, The Guild, Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Trevor Jackson who has roles in Grown-ish, and a couple Disney productions.

It’s a huge science fiction show and if you’re into that, give it a watch.

III. Alphas.

Now, like the two above is, Alphas is a science fiction packed drama. And it’s rumored to be connected, like be in the same universe, as Warehouse 13 and Eureka. It’s never been confirmed, but there is one character (same name and job) that plays a part in both Alphas and Warehouse 13, which is the stem for the theory. (Plus, some other ideas floating around).

But Alphas focuses on a team that investigates people with supernatural abilities while they, themselves, have abilities. These powered people are referred to as Alphas, due to their nature.

Unfortunately, this show ends on a cliffhanger in its second season.

Yet, I still recommend giving it a shot because it truly is an interesting show and it’s got some people you may recognize.

IV. Haven.

If you’re a fan of Stephen King’s “Colorado Kid”, you’ll most likely enjoy this show since it’s loosely based off of it.

Set in the coastal town of Haven, Maine, FBI Agent Audrey Parker comes to town to find that the residents have dormant curses, or rather troubles, that can be triggered at any given moment. She, along with the Sheriff and the town’s black sheep, must deal with the troubles’ deadly effects. And a few things may be revealed about herself too along the way.

It’s pretty interesting and I enjoyed it quite a lot when I first watched it. I’m not the biggest fan of Stephen King, and the connection seems to barely be there, but I wouldn’t know given my dislike for King.

I highly recommend giving Haven a shot, however, especially if you’re a crime and fantasy fan.

V. Lost Girl.

Lost Girl focuses on the gorgeous and charismatic Bo, a supernatural being called a succubus who feeds on the energy of humans, sometimes with fatal results. Refusing to embrace her supernatural clan system and its rigid hierarchy, Bo is a renegade who takes up the fight for the underdog while searching for the truth of her own mysterious origins. (Taken from IMDB).

Plus, there a lesbian romance or two.

Now, the show itself is pretty strong holding in its own storyline and lore, but the last season does get a bit rocky feeling. It could’ve been better, and it definitely feels a little rushed, but it wasn’t too bad of an ending. However, it’s not a show that got cancelled before it could wrap things up and it leaves things pretty open-ended.

In my books, that’s a point. I highly recommend this is if you’re a fan of fantasy.

VI. Almost Human.

Unfortunately, this is one of the ones in the list that only has one season (that seems to be out of order and frankly I’m not entirely sure of the order myself, so rely on googling it yourself and hopefully you find the right order) and was cancelled not long after airing.

BUT, it’s a good watch. It’s set in the distant future, where cops are assigned an android partner to protect and serve. Things get pretty wild and I’m quite sure there are some bombs involved at some point, but there’s a bonus to all the madness of Almost Human.

Minka Kelly and Karl Urban. Two incredibly beautiful human beings.

I highly recommend bingeing this single season show.

VII. American Gods.

This shows feels very confusing. But it’s still a good watch.

It centers on a recently released ex-con named Shadow Moon. He runs into a man full of mystery named Wednesday (and you’ll later come to find out who he really is, or you may already know given your knowledge on the book of the same name or just how well you know mythology) who seems to know more than Shadow about his own life and past.

There are Gods, mischief, and a lot of crazy shit in this show. So far it’s on it’s third season as far as I know (I have to rewatch the first two before I pick it back up).

You should give it a shot, but I won’t blame you if you feel way too confused about the whole thing.

VIII. The Boys.

Now, there’s a lot of controversy regarding this Amazon Original Series, but honestly, I think everyone should at least give it a chance. I know a lot of Tumblr users were put off on trying to due to the advertisements on the site.

If you don’t know what this series is about, it follows a group of vigilantes set on taking down the corrupt superheroes that are abusing their powers and status.

It covers a lot of ground. Murder, sabotage, terrorism, capitalism, and a lot more. Feminism and sexual harassment occur, but there are warning before each episode for what you may see in the contents.

Some familiar faces include Karl Urban, who’s known for his roles in Thor: Ragnarok, the newer Star Trek movies, Almost Human, Lord of the Rings, and more, Erin Moriarty from Jessica Jones, Laz Alonso from The Mysteries of Laura, Chace Crawford from Gossip Girl and The Covenant, and Jensen Ackles from Supernatural has been confirmed to be joining the cast for its third season.

The Boys is currently on it’s second season, being released on a weekly schedule. So, if you like superheroes and graphic content, this show might be it for you.

IX. Chuck.

Chuck is the result of when a twenty-eight year old computer geek inadvertently downloads critical government secrets into his brain, the C.I.A. and the N.S.A. assign two agents to protect him and exploit the knowledge, turning Chuck Bartowski’s life upside down. (Taken from IMDB).

This is one of the shows I cannot recommend enough to people. It’s the right mixture of action and comedy, plus a little romance. Spies, love, and murder, oh my! What more could you want?

Plus, Zachery Levi plays Chuck. If you don’t know him by name, you probably would recognize him from some of his roles with the most recent being in Shazam!, Fandral in the second and third Thor films, voicing Eugene Fitzherbert (or Flynn Rider) in Tangled, and Heroes: Reborn.

If Zachery Levi playing a lovable computer geek turned spy doesn’t interest you, maybe some more familiar faces will.

Yvonne Strahovski from The Handmaid’s Tale, The Astronaut Wives Club, acting as Daenerys in a Princess Rap Battle on Youtube, and Dexter. Adam Baldwin from Firefly/Serenity, Bones, Angel, The Last Ship, and Independence Day. Brandon Routh who plays Ray Palmer from the DC Shows. Matt Bomer from Doom Patrol, American Horror Story, White Collar, Magic Mike, and True Calling.

X. Deadly Class.

Unfortunately, I have a truly bad streak with new shows. Deadly Class, like others that have been mentioned in these lists of mine, got cancelled and on a cliffhanger no less. However, that shouldn’t stop you from enjoying the action-packed coming-of-age story set in the 1980s.

Following a new recruit for a high school training assassins, things get pretty wild when you pair death and teenagers.

#deadlyclass #watchlist #tvshows #chuck #eureka #americangods #alphas #theboys #almosthuman #lostgirl #haven #warehouse13 #qsdblogging #qsdbloggingpopculture #qsdpopculture #findingqsd

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 8)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 1537

Warnings: Language

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Shannon,

It's good to know you are receiving the letters. Trying to find a raven was rather difficult, but Thor managed to borrow his father’s. This feels almost like Harry Potter, doesn't it? Writing via letter, and sending it through magical realms on a bird? Hehe.. I wasn't sure the raven would even know how to find you.

I miss you and Lucky very much… I hope you're giving him a kiss every night for me.

I am going to go mad. But I take solace knowing that Tony will ask you on a date very soon. Believe me, Shannon, that man is head over heels for you. It will be any day now.

That is good about Jane. She will be a great asset to the team, I'm so glad my data helped you.

I am sending the phone back with the raven. I hope you can upload the photos and see what I see. And as a matter of fact, King Odin has asked for my help. He is looking into getting me a job with some elite scientists. Thor told him of my work on Earth and he felt my skills should not go to waste. I am looking into studying their atmosphere.

Shannon, this world is incredible. They have fruit sweeter than candy, meat that needs no seasoning. They use and believe in magic. Queen Frigga and Loki are well versed in magic, probably what we would call witchcraft back home. I tried to take a picture of them performing magic, but the energy won't show up. But yes, Frigga and Diane would get along great!

Funny story, I got a “formal” portrait of the royal family. It took a lot of begging on my part, and convincing on Thor and Queen Frigga's. It looks amazing. Odin is on the throne… you'll see. Thor lets me take all the pictures I want. Frigga is shy, but she allows photos so long as it is in the evening. Odin forbids them except for the portrait. He was not amused when I tried to take a selfie with him. Loki, I tried to steal a few photos of him, but he is clever and wise to me.

I decided to drop a note at Loki's door. He seems to be quietly brooding, constantly on edge. I thought maybe if I reached out, and gave him the chance to approach me, it might be better. I basically told him in the note I know what it's like to be overlooked, to be unwanted. I told him that it doesn't matter what his father thinks of him, or his brother. What matters is what he feels his worth is. I dropped that at his bedroom door this morning, so we shall see.

He hasn't spoken to me since I broke up their fight two weeks ago. It’s killing me. I can't explain it but I desperately wish to get to know him. I want to help him, and I don't know how to get him to open up to me.

No promises about the battles, hehe. My footwork is getting better, or so Thor and Sif tell me. Tomorrow I will practice against Fandral, which makes me very freaking nervous. Wish me luck.

The books about Asgard actually aren't foo far off the correct path. There are a few things I need to revise but so far we've gotten it mostly right. I am going to have to stress how stunning this world is. I may even update some of the politics. They run things somewhat differently.

I will ask Thor what he would like from Earth, for his gift, haha.

The news on my parents is promising. The data team here has been going through records and they've found birth records for my month and year. When they find a female baby with my similar characteristics they'll let me know… I hope to know something soon.

I miss you.

Love, your bff,

Y/N/N

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Dear Y/N/N,

It's so good to hear from you again, I was hoping to get a letter soon enough you have no idea what's been going on over here. It feels like im awaiting my letter from Hogwarts except this is so much better! I’m sure Odin doesn’t mind that we’re using his raven. The raven thing works well, although it did give Lucky a good scare when it flew over his head to land on the lab table.

Speaking of Lucky, he’s been doing alright there’s a few times where he’ll cry because he misses you but I’ll be sure to let him know you asked for him. Ever since I snuck Lucky in and Tony caught me giving him a bath, he’s arranged for us to have a room to stay in. Although Tony won’t admit it, he does like seeing Lucky in the morning. Bruce even makes us have breakfast. Lately Lucky’s been disappearing a lot from my side, he usually lays down under my desk and watches me work, and you won’t believe where I found him. I found him sleeping in Tony’s bed. Seems he’s gotten Tony to actually get to bed most nights.

Speaking of Tony, you can take solace because I overheard him talking to JARVIS about planning a dinner date for us two but he’s unaware that I heard. He asked me out the next day to say I'm nervous is an understatement i have no idea what to wear I wish you were here to help me pick my outfit. I don’t know about head over heels for me but he did seem different after he asked me out.

With looking at the research I was able to retrieve for her, I showed Pepper the results and was given the go ahead to fund any further research she makes so as long as I’m able to read through and add to our file. She’ll be getting a letter soon. I’ll let you know how she reacts seeing as you two are good friends.

I’ll be sure to upload the pictures onto the system and try to locate the heat signals off the energy from their magic. I’ve made some changes to the system. Just make sure its secured on to the raven good so we don't lose it. Seems like Odin is a bit of a stiff man. Does he ever smile?

Good to hear that even on another planet you’ll be helping further some sort of research. They are very lucky to have you there. You have to tell me more about it when you start working.

It must look formal with how Sif and the other warriors were dressed it must be something out of a story book. In sure Queen Frigga is private about herself which is quite normal, are you planning a way to get pictures of Loki in anyway? Don’t tell me you plan on asking to be taught magic by either of them as cool as it would be there must be some risks.

Glad to hear your still trying to help Loki but I’m not sure he’s looking to connect just yet maybe give him some more time? Try and get to know him rather than just getting him to see you two are equals?

Y/N, so help me I will find a way to get to Asgard, don’t you go riding into battle unaware of whether or not your truly Asgardian. Sounds to me like Sif has her work cut out, you always were a quick study kinda girl. Wish you the best of luck and that you knock Fandral off his feet.

I could send you the book to you so you can make the changes as you see? I’ve finished reading through it and with what you know now it’ll be even better.

Maybe I’ll send him poptarts he did seem to enjoy those when you told me. Haha

I'm sure you’ll get the answers you need soon enough, Y/N, try not to stress too much about that.

Lucky and I miss you too.

Your sister,

Shannon

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All About Zachary Levi

Who is Zachary Levi?

An American actor and singer, Zachary Levi, is well-known for his role as Chuck Bartowski in the series, "Chuck." Besides, he also received fame for his title character in the film, Shazam! Moreover, his other notable performances include in Tangled, Tangled Ever After, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok, Less Than Perfect, and She Loves Me. Furthermore, as a singer, his songs include I See the Light, and I've Got a Dream. He has been professionally active in the industry since 2001, first appearing in an unsolid pilot.

When and To Whom He Was Born?

Zachary Levi was born on September 29, 1980, as the name Zachary Levi Pugh, in Lake Charles, Louisiana, US. He was born to his parents Susan Marie (Hoctor) and Darrell Pugh. Levi uses his middle name as his stage surname because of his birth name, “Pugh,” which is of Welsh origin. He will reach the age of 40 on September 29 of 2020, and he has the zodiac sign of Libra. Besides, just at the age of six, he started acting in stage, in the regional productions like “Grease,” “The Outsiders,” “Oklahoma!”, “Oliver!” “The Wizard of Oz” and “Big River” at the Ojai Art Center.

Nationality, Ethnicity, and Religion

Zachary holds an American nationality, and as per ethnicity, he belongs to White. Besides, his ancestry is Welsh with the decent of English, Native American, Irish and German. He is Christian by religion.

Physical Stats

Standing at the height of 6 feet 3 inches and weighing around 100 kg, he has been able to maintain his body fit and healthy, along with the body measurements of 42-22-14 inches, i.e., chest, waist, and biceps, respectively. Besides, his hazel eye colour and dark brown hair colour reflects his fantastic personality.

Wife of Zachary Levi

The actor married a Canadian actress Missy Peregrym on June 16, 2014. They shared vows in Maui, Hawaii. However, they ended their relationship filing the divorce on December 3, 2014. Their divorce finalized in April 2015. Besides, he has not been engaged in other relationships.

Net Worth

Zachary Levi has earned massive fans from his professional career. Likewise, along with earning name and fame, Zachary Levi has been able to make a wise amount of money. His net worth is estimated to be about $12 million, as of 2020.

Social

The actor has his official accounts of Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter, and also has a good number of followers. He often updates about himself posting photos and status in the social accounts. Zachary Levi has around 1.6 million followers on Instagram, 687.8k followers on Twitter, and, likewise, 632.8k followers on Facebook.

Career

He had featured in the films:

Reel Guerrillas

Big Momma's House 2

Spiral

Ctrl Z

Wieners

The Tiffany Problem

An American Carol

Shades of Ray

Stuntmen

Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel

Byron Phillips: Found

Tangled

Under the Boardwalk: The Monopoly Story

No Rest For The Wicked: Moebius and Basil Adventures

Tangled Ever After

Defeat the Label

Thor: Dark World

APEX: The Story of the Hypercar

Thor: Ragnarok Fandral

The Star

Office Uprising

Blood Fest

Shazam!

Television

Untitled Sisqo Project

Big Shot: Confessions of a Campus Bookie

Less than Perfect

See Jane Date

Worst Week of My Life

Imperfect Union

Chuck

Remember Sunday

Heroes Reborn

Geeks Who Drink

Tangled: Before Ever After

Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure

Alias Grace

Psych: The Movie

The Marvelous Mrs Maisel

Awards

Zachary has been nominated several times for his amazing performances. Besides, being nominated only, he has also received awards. He won an award for the first time in 2009. He gained Emmy Award in the category of Best Leading Actor in a Comedy Series, for his role in Chuck. In the same year, he also won Teen Choice Award for Choice TV Actor: Action, for the same series. Again for the Chuck in 2011, he received TV Guild Award For Favorite Couple, sharing with his co-star Yvonne Strahovski. Later, in 2019, he won Screen Actors Guild Award for his role in The Marvelous Mrs Maisel, in the category for Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Comedy Series. Besides, for his theatre performance, in 2013, he won Theatre World Award for First Date.

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Unforseen Chasm (part 8)

Part 8 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 1537 Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Shannon,

It’s good to know you are receiving the letters. Trying to find a raven was rather difficult, but Thor managed to borrow his father’s. This feels almost like Harry Potter, doesn’t it? Writing via letter, and sending it through magical realms on a bird? Hehe.. I wasn’t sure the raven would even know how to find you.

I miss you and Lucky very much… I hope you’re giving him a kiss every night for me.

I am going to go mad. But I take solace knowing that Tony will ask you on a date very soon. Believe me, Shannon, that man is head over heels for you. It will be any day now.

That is good about Jane. She will be a great asset to the team, I’m so glad my data helped you.

Shannon, this world is incredible. They have fruit sweeter than candy, meat that needs no seasoning. They use and believe in magic. Queen Frigga and Loki are well versed in magic, probably what we would call witchcraft back home. I tried to take a picture of them performing magic, but the energy won’t show up. But yes, Frigga and Diane would get along great!

Funny story, I got a “formal” portrait of the royal family. It took a lot of begging on my part, and convincing on Thor and Queen Frigga’s. It looks amazing. Odin is on the throne… you’ll see. Thor lets me take all the pictures I want. Frigga is shy, but she allows photos so long as it is in the evening. Odin forbids them except for the portrait. He was not amused when I tried to take a selfie with him. Loki, I tried to steal a few photos of him, but he is clever and wise to me.

I decided to drop a note at Loki’s door. He seems to be quietly brooding, constantly on edge. I thought maybe if I reached out, and gave him the chance to approach me, it might be better. I basically told him in the note I know what it’s like to be overlooked, to be unwanted. I told him that it doesn’t matter what his father thinks of him, or his brother. What matters is what he feels his worth is. I dropped that at his bedroom door this morning, so we shall see.

He hasn’t spoken to me since I broke up their fight two weeks ago. It’s killing me. I can’t explain it but I desperately wish to get to know him. I want to help him, and I don’t know how to get him to open up to me.

No promises about the battles, hehe. My footwork is getting better, or so Thor and Sif tell me. Tomorrow I will practice against Fandral, which makes me very freaking nervous. Wish me luck.

The books about Asgard actually aren’t foo far off the correct path. There are a few things I need to revise but so far we’ve gotten it mostly right. I am going to have to stress how stunning this world is. I may even update some of the politics. They run things somewhat differently.

I will ask Thor what he would like from Earth, for his gift, haha.

The news on my parents is promising. The data team here has been going through records and they’ve found birth records for my month and year. When they find a female baby with my similar characteristics they’ll let me know… I hope to know something soon.

I miss you.

Love, your bff,

Y/N/N

Dear Y/N/N,

It’s so good to hear from you again, I was hoping to get a letter soon enough you have no idea what’s been going on over here. It feels like im awaiting my letter from Hogwarts except this is so much better! I’m sure Odin doesn’t mind that we’re using his raven. The raven thing works well, although it did give Lucky a good scare when it flew over his head to land on the lab table.

Speaking of Tony, you can take solace because I overheard him talking to JARVIS about planning a dinner date for us two but he’s unaware that I heard. He asked me out the next day to say I’m nervous is an understatement i have no idea what to wear I wish you were here to help me pick my outfit. I don’t know about head over heels for me but he did seem different after he asked me out.

I’ll be sure to upload the pictures onto the system and try to locate the heat signals off the energy from their magic. I’ve made some changes to the system. Just make sure its secured on to the raven good so we don’t lose it. Seems like Odin is a bit of a stiff man. Does he ever smile?

Good to hear that even on another planet you’ll be helping further some sort of research. They are very lucky to have you there. You have to tell me more about it when you start working.

I could send you the book to you so you can make the changes as you see? I’ve finished reading through it and with what you know now it’ll be even better.

Maybe I’ll send him poptarts he did seem to enjoy those when you told me. Haha

I’m sure you’ll get the answers you need soon enough, Y/N, try not to stress too much about that.

Lucky and I miss you too.

Your sister,

Shannon

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Finding You Always

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Chapter 167: Weapons in the Form of Words

Cassidy groaned in pain and put a hand to his head, finding blood there from a cut at his hairline.

"Damn...what the hell…" he uttered, as it slowly came back to him. Clayton's other guards surrounding him...his cover was obviously blown. Which mean he was in deep shit. He noticed he was in some kind of cell, like the kind where the museum kept any detainees until the police came to pick them up.

"Cassidy Gold…" Clayton said and then chuckled.

"If only you could understand the irony in your name," he mentioned, which confused Cassidy greatly.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you to tell me what you've reported to your boss," Clayton replied.

"What does it matter? You're going to kill me either way," Cassidy retorted. The Collector smirked.

"You're smarter than you look," Clayton said.

"What do you want us to do with him, boss?" Clayton's head of security, a man that Cassidy only new as Garvy, asked.

"You know what to do…" Clayton responded. Garvy smirked.

"And I assume you'd like the body to never be found," Garvy added, as he cracked his knuckles.

"I know a nice little spot in the bay we can weigh the body down. Current will take it before they even know he's missing," the man said, as Cassidy swallowed thickly.

"Actually no...I want this body found. I want you to take him out to the Fremont Troll Bridge and once you take care of him, you'll leave him there. I want him found, very publicly, and more importantly, by Weaver himself," Clayton stated.

"Uh Boss...that's a pretty public place. We'll have to wait until the middle of the night to do it," Garvy stated.

"Then tie him up and wait," Clayton snapped, as he glared at Cassidy.

"I want to Weaver to find him there and know that I am the one that did this, without the proof, of course. I want him to see that he, for all his power, that he was not able to best me. That I was able to take away one of the most important things in the world to him," Clayton stated, causing great confusion for Cassidy. Why would this man think that Cassidy was important to Weaver? He barely knew the man.

"I got the satisfaction of watching his idiot detective Nolan and his wife crumble under the weight of knowing I had a hand in the demise of their daughter. And now it's Weaver's turn to lose," he said with a smirk. Garvy himself even looked a little confused, but he wasn't paid to ask questions.

"We'll get it done, boss...let's go. Looks like you get a few more hours to live, before we put a bullet in your skull. Too bad you're going to spend them in a trunk," Garvy said, as they pulled Cassidy along, while the other guards shared a laugh.

~*~

The uniformed officers went about putting crime scene tape up around Baron Samdi's residence and the entire block was a bustle with activity. David had called in the suicide, though he hated that he couldn't call it what it really was. And Baron Samdi was only making things worse. He was already in front of the news cameras, lamenting about the death of his son and how troubled Franklin was. He was positively boiling in his own skin, as the other man touted Franklin's troubles and his attempts to try and help the troubled man. Unfortunately, David couldn't know that it was about to get worse. As the scene seemingly began to calm down and the body was removed, he finally felt okay in bringing Snow and Regina out of the house and escorted them to the car. But that's when they were instantly swarmed by the media.

"Detective Nolan...is the story that was just released by Franklin Samdi's attorney true?" one reporter asked. David looked at the woman and had no idea what she was talking about. But then Franklin's threat echoed in his mind and he saw Baron suddenly wasn't enjoying the media attention any longer, as they shouted questions at him. He got a weary feeling in his stomach when they started practically shoving their microphones in Snow's face.

"Is it true, Miss Blanchard...that you're really Margaret Nolan?" one reporter shouted.

"Did Baron Samdi orchestrate your captivity to boost his son's career?" another shouted.

"Please Detective Nolan...a statement!" another shouted.

"Detective...is this woman really your wife? And if so, why have you kept that fact hidden?" another called, as they started pawing at Mary. With that, he ushered her and Regina into the car.

"What the hell are they talking about?" he wondered, as Regina took her phone out and started scrolling the local news sites. Her eyes widened.

"Guess Dr. Facilier junior wanted to make sure none of us could ever keep a low profile again. But we can deal with this later. We need to get to Lucy," Regina said, as she continued to read the articles. David agreed and put the car in gear, as he headed for the hospital, but not without reaching over and clutching Snow's hand.

~*~

"Dr. Aeson?" a voice asked and Jenna looked up, only to find a handsome Asian man standing there.

"Yes?" she asked, managing to find her voice. He smiled.

"I'm Dr. Narita," he introduced himself and he his hand out. She smiled and shook it.

"Thank you for coming, Dr. Narita...it's a pleasure to meet you," she responded.

"The pleasure is mine, Dr. Aeson. I've been following your work for quite some time now," he said. Her eyes widened.

"My work?" she asked in surprise.

"You're a very gifted surgeon, especially for someone so young. I wasn't even finished with medical school yet at your age. You're something of a prodigy," he mentioned. She felt her cheeks color in response.

"I guess I've always know I wanted to help people heal...and that's why this case is so baffling. For all my skills, I can't find a reason this little girl is in a coma," Jenna said, as she handed him the file.

"It is a puzzling case...have you spoken to the family recently?" he asked, as he looked over the file.

"A bit earlier and I'm afraid I didn't have much to offer them in the ways of comfort," she replied.

"Let's talk to them. It may not be needed, but family history never hurts. I'd like to take blood and genetic samples from the parents. It may not do any good, but at this point, we shouldn't rule out anything," he mentioned. She nodded.

"I agree...they're in the waiting room," she replied, as she led him there. Jacinda and Nick stood up, as they came out, while Henry and Luke hung back behind them.

"Anything?" Jacinda asked desperately.

"I'm afraid there is no change, but this Dr. Anthony Narita. Since this case is a bit baffling, I called in a specialist," Jenna said.

"Since nothing is coming up on any tests, I'd like to begin a series of neurological tests. I'd also like blood samples from her parents to test your genetic material," he said.

"Of course," Nick said, as he offered his arm.

"We'll take you both back to get your samples," Dr. Narita said, as he led them back to an exam room.

"Dr. Aeson...a moment," Weaver called and she walked over to the Police captain.

"What can I do for you, Detective Weaver?" she asked.

"I want you to test Henry and Luke as well against Lucy," he said quietly. She looked at him strangely.

"But they're not biologically related to the girl," she reminded.

"So it would seem...but I think you need to trust me and do those tests. I think you'll find the results incredibly enlightening," he stated.

"But what do I tell them?" she asked.

"Tell them it may help Lucy in case she does need blood. It would help if you had more than one source," he replied.

"Detective...this is highly unethical. I don't know what you're playing at, but I could lose my license for taking blood under false pretenses," she hissed.

"And I can promise you that there is more at stake here than just Lucy and that man that just went with Jacinda is not what he seems. If you care about this little girl...you'll test their blood," he responded. She sighed and then walked over to the two young men.

"Would either of you be willing to have your blood tested? Sometimes in cases like these, we've found that it's best to have more than one blood source, if possible," she said.

"Sure...if it helps Lucy, I'll gladly get tested," Henry said eagerly.

"Me too," Luke agreed, as she led them back to be tested.

~*~

The Enchanted Forest 2

The palace of Rose Red and Fandral

Storybrooke Year - 2023

Fandral led them through the corridors of the palace with Carina beside him.

"How old are you now, Carina?" Emma asked curiously. The blonde smiled.

"I just turned sixteen," she replied.

"Has Summer been cursed too?" the girl asked.

"I'm afraid so...but we're going to find her," Emma assured, as Fandral squeezed her shoulder. They arrived in the library and all except Carina and Fandral were blown away by the truly massiveness of it.

"My Gods...I've never seen anything close to this before," Belle mentioned, as she marveled at it.

"Yes...it is quite spectacular," Fandral agreed.

"There must be...millions of books!" Robin exclaimed.

"Probably closer to trillions," Fandral corrected.

"Rose?" he called.

"Over here, my love!" he heard her call and though it was hard for any of them to tell where her voice was coming from, Fandral seemed to have no difficulty in finding her. They followed and saw her on a tall shelf ladder putting a book away. She looked down and gasped.

"Emma...is that you?" she asked, as she started to climb down. Unfortunately, she mis-stepped and fell. But she wasn't alarmed, because Fandral easily caught her.

"My darling...you must be more careful. You could have been hurt if I wasn't here to catch you," he chided, clearly worried about her. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Oh, you'll always be here to catch me, my love," she responded, drawing a smile from him and another kiss. Carina rolled her eyes.

"So yours are like this too," Emma teased her with a nudge.

"It is constant...they're so embarrassing," she complained. Emma chuckled.

"Trust me, I know...believe I know," the older blonde agreed. Fandral finally put Rose on her feet and she greeted Emma and Belle with hugs.

"It's so good to see all of you...are Snow and David with you?" she asked.

"I'm afraid not, my darling...that's the problem. There has been another curse," Fandral responded, causing Rose to frown.

"He's right...and we don't know where this one took them. That's why we're here...Aphrodite said that your library has recordings for all the realms. If there's a book that knows where they are...then it's here," Belle interjected.

"Of course...come. The east wing is where all the storybooks for all the realms are stored. I don't believe I have met any of you though," Rose mentioned, as she noticed the newcomers with them.

"Oh, of course...this is Queen Elsa of Arendelle, Princess Anna of Arendelle, and her husband, Prince consort, Kristoff," Emma said, introducing them.

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you...Snow has told me about you," Rose said, as she surprised Elsa by taking her hands.

"We will find Leo...I promise," she offered. Elsa looked surprised.

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Oh, she and my mother gossip at least twice a week through a magic mirror, or at least, they usually do," Emma explained.

"Yes...magical Skype, I believe Snow calls it. This explains why it's been a while since I've heard from her though," Rose said, as she and Fandral led them to the east wing.

"This place is truly incredible," Belle marveled, as she held Gideon's hand while they followed their hosts.

"Yes...my family has been guardians of this library for centuries. It fell into a bit of disarray when my parents died and my Uncle took over. He did not take the responsibility of maintaining it seriously," Rose explained.

"Hermes was quite unhappy with him, but fortunately, she no longer has to worry about stories that have been written not being properly stored," Fandral added.

"Sounds like that comes with some extra perks like my parents have with the chalice," Emma mentioned. They smiled.

"Quite right...as you may have been able to tell, we have not aged much either. Asgardians age much slower, as you know," Fandral said.

"Yes and because the library fell into such ruin under my Uncle's tyrannical rule, Hermes has ensured that will not happen and granted me an Asgardian lifespan," Rose explained.

"I am eternally grateful to her for that, because I could not imagine living without my darling Rose," Fandral said, smiling fondly at her, as they arrived in the east wing. There was a massive wall filled with Once Upon a Time books, all neatly shelved.

"This is massive. Do we have to search through all of these? Because...I'm not sure we have that kind of time," Emma said, as she groaned and then took a sip of the elixir Aphrodite had made for her.

"Emma...are you okay?" Rose asked in alarm.

"That's kind of the other part of the story. When the curse was cast, Mother Gothel wanted to make sure I couldn't interfere," Emma replied.

"She poisoned my heart and made sure I was left behind. For all intents and purposes, I should be dead, but I survived long enough for Elsa and the others to find me," she continued.

"And your parents...they don't think…" Fandral asked, but trailed off. She nodded sadly.

"Yes...even when they get their memories back, they're going to think I'm dead," she confirmed.

"I can't even imagine…" Rose uttered, as she turned back to the books.

"Normally, this would be a most daunting task, but fortunately for us, your parents will be easy to find, because of who they are," Rose said, as selected a book. It was just like the original book and Emma looked at her in surprise.

"How did you know right where it was?" she questioned, as she opened it, finding the pages filled with her parent's complete story.

"Your parents story is quite enthralling and our little ones love hearing about their adventures as much as any. Their journey to Camelot is an especially popular one at bedtime," Fandral mentioned.

"Little ones? Have you been holding out on us?" Belle asked.

"Mama! Papa!" they heard two voices, as two children around Gideon's age scampered into the east wing. Fandral caught the blonde boy and dark haired girl in his arms.

"Ah yes...I forget the rest of you haven't met them. Snow and David know, thanks to our regular communication, but I forget it's been quite a time since we've seen the rest of you," Rose said.

"Yes, these are our twins. Our son Benjamin, or Ben for short," he stated, before gesturing to the little girl.

"And our daughter Arianna, or Ari for short," Fandral replied.

"Children...this is Emma," he said, as they looked up at their father and then at the blonde.

"From the story, papa?" Arianna asked and he nodded.

"Yes...and these are her friends. We are going to help them find Emma's parents," he explained. Emma smiled and leafed through the book, reliving their adventures, like when they fell through the portal to the Enchanted Forest, then Neverland and the whole Atlantis debacle. Then Zelena's arrival in Storybrooke, followed by Elsa's and the Queens of Darkness. She paged through their journey to Camelot and then their intrepid adventure to the Underworld to save her father. That had brought about the melding of Storybrooke with residents from the Land of Untold stories and she still shuddered at the memory of Dr. Jekyll. Ultimately, that had culminated in the Final Battle with the Black Fairy, which had been followed by a period of relative peace. Henry had decided to leave to explore the realms a few years later, which subsequently brought Alice to Storybrooke looking for their help. They had thwarted Clayton, Facilier, and the Tremaines for a time, allowing Henry to go on to marry Ella. Lucy had been born then and they celebrated each birthday with her...until her eighth when Gothel had finally slithered out of hiding to tear them all apart.

"Here is it...Lucy's eighth birthday party," Emma said, as she read the words.

"And despite all they had done to stay together, a curse would once again separate Snow White and Prince Charming. And this time, the Collector assured them that reuniting would be more difficult, for they were being taken to a large city within the Land Without Magic. But thanks to the magic of true love, young Summer was able to encase her brother fully in a bubble and herself partially in one, ensuring that they would end up with at least one of their parents. And so the curse was wrought and tore asunder the Charming family, leaving Emma behind. But despite what Gothel and the Collector promised, all was not lost. The bubble allowed young Bobby to retain his memories and with that, he was determined to find his father so he could help him save his mother. Upon arriving in Hyperion Heights, the Facilier's evil grandson locked Snow White up in his mental hospital to ensure that she could not seek out her true love…" Emma read.

"Oh Gods...he put my mother in a mental hospital again," Emma lamented.

"Not to mention I don't believe I have ever heard of a city called Hyperion Heights," Robin mentioned.

"It could be a suburb. We should return to Storybrooke and then we can use the Internet to search for it," Belle suggested. But as Emma turned to the next page, she realized they would not have to. The page illustrated her baby brother venturing into a large city to find their father and in the background was a very distinct landmark.

"We don't have to," Emma said, as she turned the book to show them. Belle gasped.

"The Space Needle!" she exclaimed.

"What does that mean?" Anna questioned.

"It means we know where they are," Emma answered, as she shared a hopeful look with Belle.

"Seattle," Belle stated.

"Can we portal to there?" Elsa asked. Emma shook her head.

"No...there's no magic. We'll need to portal to Storybrooke and then get on a plane. Which still takes time," she replied.

"Perhaps I can offer the bi-frost as an alternative?" Fandral questioned. Emma smiled.

"That would be great," she responded. He smiled.

"It is only a two hour journey to the edge of realms and then we'll be in this Hyperion Heights before sundown," he stated.

"We?" Belle asked curiously. Rose smiled.

"Our friends are in trouble and it sounds like there is another coming battle. We will definitely be coming as reinforcements," Rose stated, as they prepared to leave for the edge of realms, where they would summon the bi-frost and cross into the Land Without Magic…

~*~

Detective Rogers was actually surprised when the elevator didn't stop on the 84th floor and kept ascending to the 85th. It appeared so far that Ivy Belfry was not lying and now he was very curious as to what might be uncovered here. As he stepped off the elevator, he heard a noise and drew his firearm. He cautiously moved through the darkened corridors and saw the shadow of a fan spinning slowly. He determined the noise was coming from there and he moved sharply around the corner, leveling his weapon. But he quickly lowered it, as he saw a girl on the floor, curled up against the wall. Her clothes were in tatters and her hair was dirty and matted. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes and he put his weapon away. Rogers observed the chains around her ankles and put his hand out.

"It's okay...I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help," he assured, as he showed her his badge.

"Do you know who did this to you?" he asked.

"There...is a woman that comes to check on me. She put me here...I don't know here name," the girl responded.

"If I were to show you a photo, would that help?" he asked. She shrugged and he pulled out his phone, as he found a picture of Victoria Belfry from a recent article. He showed her the phone and her eyes widened.

"That's her!" the girl confirmed.

"Okay...we're going to get you out of here. Can you tell me your name?" he asked.

"Eloise," she answered and his face went ashen.

"Eloise Gardener,"

~*~

Jacinda rolled her sleeve down, as Dr. Narita finished taking a blood sample.

"Do you really think this will help?" she asked nervously.

"I'm not sure...but it never hurts to have blood on hand," he replied, as he readied the sample for the lab.

"I know it's not much consolation, but we're doing everything we can. And I won't stop until I have some answers for you, whatever they may be," he assured, as he stepped out. Ella sighed and exited the exam room, finding Henry doing the same.

"Hey...you gave blood too?" she asked curiously.

"Uh yeah...I know I'm not related, but they said it couldn't hurt if I was willing to give a sample," he replied. She smiled gently.

"Thank you," she said gratefully and he cautiously took her hand.

"She's gonna be okay...we just have to have hope," he told her. She smiled thinly.

"That sounds like what the characters in your book would say. Have hope and faith," she recalled. His eyes widened in surprise.

"You read my book?" he asked. She grinned.

"Of course I did...it's Lucy's favorite and I can see why. You are a gifted writer...your characters are so vivid. I've never read fairy tales quite like these though," she replied. He shrugged.

"I guess everyone has their take on the classics," he said.

"I like your take. The women are total bad asses!" she said with a laugh and he chuckled.

"Yeah...I suppose they are," he agreed, as they returned to the waiting room, just as Snow, David, and Regina entered the hospital again.

"Hey...I thought you guys went home?" Jacinda asked.

"Uh no...there was just something we had to take care of. No change?" Snow asked. Jacinda shook her head.

"No...but a Dr. Narita is now consulting on Lucy's case. He took blood samples from us and Nick's boyfriend Luke. Dr. Aeson must be taking Nick's now, because he's not back yet," she replied.

"Nick is alone with Dr. Aeson?" David asked. Jacinda shrugged.

"I guess so," she replied, as a bad feeling settled in the pit of David's stomach.

"David…" Snow uttered and he gave her a look before rushing back there. He flashed his badge and none of the orderlies tried to stop him, as Weaver approached.

"I take it you were successful?" he asked quietly.

"We got it...but we almost didn't," Snow responded.

"Yes...the headlines are already out there. Franklin Samdi committing suicide is trending," he mentioned.

"Except I'm almost positive that Baron is behind it. He's a master at hypnotism. I think he used a trigger word. On his own grandson," Regina said quietly. Weaver shrugged.

"A grandson that was born from a son he either abandoned, didn't know or care about. Power is like a drug for him and he'll do anything for it. Believe me...I know," Weaver replied.

"The lure of the dagger is one thing for him...but the Chalice is even more appealing, because it does not come with the ties that the dagger does...and…" Weaver continued, as he shifted uncomfortably.

"And?" Regina asked.

"I have reason to believe that it can possibly kill me too," he revealed.

"But I thought that was impossible. Only the dagger can kill you," Snow refuted.

"In the state it is now...but if its power were to be turned dark, then it could theoretically destroy the dagger," he stated.

"Theoretically?" Regina questioned.

"Obviously, it's never been done. The chalice's power has always remained pure and in the hands of the truest loves. The Dark One dagger has never been challenged, because the object that could challenge is made of pure light. The chalice and the dagger are opposites. But if they were suddenly objects of alike darkness…" he explained.

"Then one could probably nullify the other," Regina surmised.

"Only someone well versed in magic could pull something like that off, but both Facilier and Gothel qualify," he said.

"Well, they're not getting their hands on it," Snow assured, as she looked toward the door that led back to the exam rooms.

"Don't worry...David will stop him if he's dared to go after Eva," Regina assured. This entire night had been a nightmare, but if David could catch Nick, then that would be a definite victory in their column. The sooner he was locked up, the sooner he was away from their son and wasn't able to hurt anyone else.

"Uh...did you and David really just witness a suicide?" Henry asked, as he was looking at his phone. She sighed.

"Unfortunately yes," she answered.

"Wait...there's another story here that's saying you're not really Mary Blanchard, but the thought to be deceased Margaret Nolan?" he asked. She sighed. Media attention was the last thing they needed and probably Franklin's last ditch effort at revenge. She looked at her phone and rolled her eyes at the headline.

"Henry...it's a really long story and I promise we'll explain," she said tiredly.

"Suffice to say that I had amnesia and Baron Samdi took advantage of me after that accident with the crazy professor. He kept me from David and let him think I was dead. That's the short version," she said.

"Yeah, it says here that he threatened his son to keep you locked up or he'd ruin his practice," Henry said.

"This is going to ruin his reputation for sure. I guess that's a bright spot...bad press won't be good for him," Regina mentioned.

"Yes...and we'll find a way to use it to our advantage, because we're about to have more problems," Weaver said, as he returned.

"What now?" she asked, as they saw Rogers walking into the waiting room and watched him approach Victoria Belfry.

"Victoria Belfry," he stated.

"Yes, what it is?" she asked in a bored tone.

"You're under arrest for the kidnapping of Eloise Gardener," he announced, as he cuffed her and led her out, while Henry and Jacinda gaped in surprise.

"Eloise Gardener?" Snow asked and Regina shot a look of dread toward her old mentor.

"No…" she stammered.

"I'm afraid so...the witch is free," he stated gravely. Snow sighed and gripped the chalice from inside her bag.

"I need to find David and we need to wake Lucy now," she said, as she hurried toward her room.

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3. GARDEN OF BONES

( red waste, essos )

DAENERYS HEARS A HORSE NEIGH, turning around to face a dark horse trotting up to them, a rider on its back, and she recognizes him as one of the three men she sent to find any source of food, water, or city. It was Kovarro, making his way back with a new, strong mare. "Jin vos sajo yeri," Dany says to him, looking down at the black beauty. (This isn't your horse.) Kovarro jumps off, landing hard on his feet, walking next to the horse and grabbing onto its reins, smiling. "Me nem azh anhaan ki Senthisiri — jin Fozaki Qarthoon," he beams happily that he was the one who found the city. (It was given to me by the Thirteen — the Elders of Qarth.)

"Zhey Qarth?" Dany raising her darkening eyebrows.

"Sen asshekhi tithaan, qisi havazzhifi." (Three days to the east, on the sea.)

"Hash mori vazhi kishaan emralat?" (Will they let us in?)

"Mori astish memori nem achomoe hash mori viddee Mayes Zhavvorsi." (They said they would be honored to receive the Mother of Dragons.)

( banquet hall, odin's palace )

Thor stands in the empty hall, bearing the signs of the festivities canceled due to the events of the day, and, with anger and frustration rising within him, he upends one of the massive tables. From across the room, Loki watches him.

( red waste )

"Mori astish memori nem achomoe hash mori viddee Mayes Zhavvorsi." (They said they would be honored to receive the Mother of Dragons.)

Dany turns to face Jorah, "What do you know of this place?" The older man rubs his fingers together, head bent, hand by his cheek as he answers. "Only that the desert around their walls is called the Garden of Bones." This gives Dany chills, the name frightening and she wondered if it truly lived up to its name. "Every time the Qartheen shut their gates on a traveler, the garden grows."

( odin's palace )

Thor, Sif, Loki, and the Warriors Three walk from the Palace, across the grounds, reaching a group of attendants who ready their battle gear for their journey, Loki slips away from the group, beginning to speak to a nearby guard. Hogun notices. "We must first find a way to get past Heimdall," Thor says to the group.

"That will be no easy task," Volstagg retorts, shaking his head. "It's said the Gatekeeper can see a single dewdrop fall from a blade of grass a thousand worlds away."

"And he can hear a cricket passing gas in Niffelheim."

"Jest not!" Volstagg says, smiling at his own little joke. "He heareth all!"

"Please," Fandral replies. "Getting past him should be simple enough now since he seems to be letting Frost Giants sneak by under his nose." In fear, Volstagg looks up at the sky and begins to shout out, "Forgive him! He meaneth no offense!" Loki rejoins the group as Thor leads them onwards.

( gate of asgard )

Thor and his band of adventurers, on horseback, pass through the massive Gate, leaving Asgard behind. They ride along the most astounding path in this Realm or any other. . .

( garden of bones, qarth's gates )

Qartheen soldiers file out of the city's gates, wearing the traditional clothing of the port, holding golden spears and shields, Dany looking at them in confusion. Why were they sending soldiers out? "I thought we were welcome," she looks over at Jorah, seeing his watch the small infantry with careful eyes. He averts his eyes towards her, understanding the people's motives. "If you heard a Dothraki horde was approaching your city, you might do the same, Khaleesi."

"Horde?" She looks back at her meager amount of men and women, the complete opposite of a horde. It was more of a club. Thirteen men in the traditional garb walk behind the soldier, who were all standing still, the white of their clothing clashing against the tan colored sand while the other nude colors went along well with the dull sand. One of them, the leader perhaps, walks closer to the Khaleesi, his hands clasped in front of him. "My name is Daenerys," Dany begins to introduce herself, about to say her title, but the man already beat her to it. "Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen," he finishes it for her.

"You know me, my lord?"

"Only by reputation, Khaleesi," he responds, moving his hands so they rested against either side of his stomach. "And I'm no lord, merely a humble servant. They call you the Mother of Dragons."

"And what should I call you?"

"Oh, my name is quite long and quite impossible for foreigners to pronounce. I am simply a trader of spices. But we are the Thirteen, charged with the governance and protection of Qarth, the greatest city that ever was or will be."

"The beauty of Quarth," Dany begins, "is legendary." The trader raises a finger, correcting her already, "Qarth."

"Qarth."

"Might we see the dragons?" The Spice King places his hands on his protruding stomach, carrying his head in an almost mocking manner, his lips pursing together as he watched Dany turn her head towards one of the horses, the three cages on and around his back sticking out. She looks back at the man, "My friend, we have traveled very far. We have no food, no water. Once I see my people fed, I would be honored —"

"Forgive me, Mother of Dragons," the Spice King throws his hands up, "but no man alive has seen a living dragon. Some of my more skeptical friends —" he looks over his shoulder at a few men — "refuse to believe your children even exist. All we ask is the chance to see for ourselves." Dany sighs deeply, wanting nothing more than to be sitting in a chair somewhere inside Qarth, her people fed and well-slept, all of them ready for a new day. "I am not a liar," she responds, shaking her head. "Oh, I don't think you are," the older man remarks. "But as I've never met you before, my opinion on the matter is of limited value."

"Where I come from," Dany begins, already pissed off at the men in front of her, "guests are treated with respect, not insulted at the gates."

"Then perhaps you should return to where you come from. We wish you well," the Spice King turns to walk back into his city, Dany following him, angry at everyone. "What are you doing?' She snaps, Jorah placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to protect his Khaleesi at any given time. "You promised to receive me." The king turns around, "We have received you. Here we are, and here you are."

"If you do not let us in, all of us will die."

"Which we shall deeply regret. But Qarth did not become to the greatest city that ever was or ever will be by letting Dothraki savages through its gates." He gives Dany a little bow before walking off, his followers turning around as he walks past them, all ready to go back inside. "Khaleesi, please be careful," Jorah scolds her, Dany breathing in deeply as she walks forth, the Mormont bear close at her heels as the Qartheen soldiers lean their spears forward. "Thirteen!" Daenerys calls out to them, the men turning back to her. "When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who have wronged me. We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground. Turn us away and we will burn you first." The Spice King holds up a finger, smirking down at the petite woman, "Ah. You are a true Targaryen. Only, as you said a moment ago, if we don't let you into the city, you will all die. And so —"

"Retreating in fear from a little girl is unbecoming of the greatest city that ever was or will be," a tall dark man steps forth, the highest and greatest one in the group. He towered over the people, overlooking their heads. "The discussion is over, Xaro Xhoan Daxos," the king before him retorts. "The Thirteen have spoken."

"I am one of the Thirteen and I am still speaking," Xaro says, and Dany begins to like him; only three people in her life have stuck up for her — Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island, Khal Loki of Asgard, and now Xaro Xhaon Daxos of the Thirteen. "The girl threatens to burn our city to the ground and you would invite her in for a cup of wine?" the Spice King draws in his brows, the dark-skinned man in front of his nodding as he gestures over to Dany. Daenerys doesn't like being talked about as if she wasn't there, but she remembers that this man was fighting for her right to get into the city, so she kept her mouth shut. "She is the Mother of Dragons," Xaro raises his eyebrows in question. "Do you expect her to watch her people starve without breathing fire? I believe we can allow a few Dothraki through our gates without dooming the city. After all, here I am, a savage from the Summer Isles and Qarth still stands."

"Our decision is final," the king remarks.

"Very well," Xaro takes a few steps towards Dany, but still keeps a great distance away from her and her people, smiling at her warmly. "I invoke Soumai." He takes a long dagger from the sheath at his right side, "I will vouch for her, her people, and her dragons in accordance with the law." Dany looks back at Jorah, not believing what she was hearing. Xaro drags the blade across his hand, raising it to show the white man before him the crimson liquid that was hanging around the cut, then turns it towards the other Thirteen. "Be it on your head," the king retorts, angry at Xaro. He walks up to the others, "Welcome to Qarth, my lady." Xaro gestures to the large gates, the group of men diving in the middle as the doors begin to open, showing sand-colored building with gold accents, palm trees towering over some, a port right in the middle of their line of sight. Dany smiles as she begins to march forth, her people following close behind her, pleased that their Khaleesi was able to get them a temporary home.

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In the file of random - Instead of taking off after Thor, the Warriors 4 stay in Asgard. They decide something is obviously wrong and make the choice to stick close to their new king until they figure out what's going on. Everywhere Loki goes, it's suddenly like he has a bur attached to him - four of them, noisy, annoying, relentless, and always there.

so this file of random idea turned into a 5k brainworm that was supposed to be sort of light-hearted and humorous and then very abruptly wasn’t so I’m sorry about that

anyway here’s wonderwall an au that could probably go on from here but uh I have to stop myself sometimes

Therewere not many books in Asgard’s library about the Jotnar except for records ofthe war. Loki was paging through his third, looking for something though hewasn’t sure what, when he noticed Volstagg lurking behind one of the shelves.

Loki watched him out of the cornerof his eye, but while the warrior appeared to be browsing the books, he wasunconvinced. There was the fact that he hadn’t moved in almost ten minutes, forone. And also the fact that the shelf he was so intently perusing was composedentirely of magical treatises, and Loki knew for a fact that Volstagg did nothave a magical bone in his body.

He snapped the book shut and pushedit away, something burning in his stomach.

“Have you found anythinginteresting?” He asked, and didn’t care that the barbs were audible in hisvoice. He was not going to pretend to be pleased about Thor’s friends spying onhim. He wondered what they thought he would do.

(Do they know? No, they can’t. Theywould have killed you if they did. He resisted the urge to sweep his own reading material out ofsight.)

Volstagg turned, his eyes wideningartfully as if in surprise. “Ah, Loki! That is - Your Majesty.” His bow was notelegant, but it didn’t look mocking, either. Still, there was a sour taste inLoki’s mouth.

“Don’t strain yourself,” he said,standing. “What are you searching for? Perhaps I know where it is.”

Volstagg floundered, as Loki hadknown he would. He had always been a poor liar. “Well,” he said. “Ah…”

Loki made a noise at the back of histhroat. “Whose idea was it to spy on me?” He asked flatly. “Hogun’s? Sif’s?”Volstagg said nothing, though his nose and ears turned pink. Loki flexed hisright hand, rage welling up in him. They would not treat Thor like this. Would never darewith Odin. But he...he was Loki. Untrustworthy. Unworthy.

“I wasn’t-”

I am your King, Loki wanted to say. Ideserve your respect, but no trueKing would need to demand it. He would only sound like a petulant child. Lokiclenched a fist until his nails bit into the skin.

“I wouldn’t try to lie,” he saidcoldly, turning his back and tucking the books under his arm. “Go tell yourfriends that it is unwise to attempt to spy on your ruler. Such is the actionof traitors.”

Traitors. Like you. A traitor inthe House of Odin, but not of it, the snake in the nest-

His thoughts seethed like a kickedanthill. He walked fast, wishing he hadn’t left Gungnir in his rooms, cravingthe brief, slim reassurance it gave. There was a way out of this maze. He onlyhad to find it.

There is no way out of what youare.

Loki lay awake through the night,staring upwards, trying to still his mind to no avail. There was a screamlocked behind his teeth that he could not unleash.

He gave up near dawn and rose,intending to go to the Bifrost. He would ask after Thor. (He would not think ofThor. Let us finish them together,Father!)

He splashed cold water on his faceand gathered himself. Jotunheim needed to be dealt with. Revulsion surged likebile, just thinking of those...

He glanced at his hand: still pale,still his (not his) but he knew now. If he cutback the skin would it be blue underneath?

Loki took Gungnir from where itrested. Did it hum uneasily under his fingers, recognizing what he was not?

Opening the door, he stopped. Sifstood, ramrod straight, beside it. Loki’s face froze.

“What,” he asked, voice level andcold, “are you doing here?”

Sif turned toward him, herexpression stubborn and defiant. “A new king should have a guard. You didn’t.”

Loki felt his jaw tighten. “I amperfectly capable of protecting myself, Lady Sif.” He gave the title a carefulslant, not quite a sneer. It was always easy to provoke Sif, and if he provokedher she would leave. Or else attack, and then he would have all theexcuse he needed to throw her out.

She twitched, but to his surpriseonly said, “as is the All-Father, but the Einherjar guard him nonetheless. Whyare none of them here?”

Accusation, Loki heard, a whisper. Shesuspects you. She always does, she has never trusted you.

She would run you through inseconds if she knew.

“I have them otherwise occupied,”Loki said. “Watching the All-Father, and preparing for the possibility of war.”His nostrils flared. “Both more usefulactivities than standing outside a warded door.”

Sif’s eyes narrowed. “If that isthe case, more cause that a friend should stay close, to watch your back. YourMajesty.” Her tone made the title sound more like “you idiot.”

Loki stiffened further, angertwisting through him like a serpent in his guts. If it were Thor here...theywould not watch him like carrion birds following a wounded animal. Helaughed harshly.

“Indeed,” he said. “Perhaps thatwould be the case, if I had friends instead of spies.”

Sif’s lips pressed together. “Thatis unjust.”

“Is it?” Loki turned his back onher and swept down the hall. She followed, shadowing a few footsteps behind.

Loki set his teeth and resolved toignore her.

The council meeting wentwretchedly.

None of them challenged himoutright, but they were full of excuses: but this, but that, what if, we cannot possibly, wait, wait, wait. They doubted him. He was not, after all, therightful heir. None of them went so far as to propose Thor’s return, but Lokiwondered how long it would take before they did.

And Sif, hovering behind him,listening to every word and judging him.

He went in a poor mood and left ina worse one. At least with a light spell Loki managed to lose Sif in thehallways. He’d had some intention of going to see his mother, to speak hisfrustrations to her, but-

No. He needed to manage this on hisown. He could not cling to her, to anyone.

She’d lied for years. Was thisanother lie? Had she given him the throne only to see him fail, to prove thatit was not his place and never would be, to demonstrate that a frost giantcould never-

Loki ducked into a corner andvomited, hand braced against the wall. He brought up little but bile andrealized he couldn’t remember if he’d eaten since yesterday.

He cleaned up the mess with a waveof his hand and pushed himself away. He could go back to his rooms, but nodoubt Sif would be waiting there.

He headed for the stables instead,slipping into Sleipnir’s stall with a curry comb, the small circles soothing,his thoughts slowing and emptying out.

“Ah, Loki!”

He closed his eyes and took a deepbreath through his nose. Damn. Naturally, it wouldn’t last. They knew his habits.And there were four of them, and only one of him.

“I was just thinking of going for aride,” Fandral said. “I don’t suppose you might be able to join me? I know theKing must be very busy.”

Loki rested a hand on Sleipnir’ssturdy neck like he could draw strength from him. “He is,” he said flatly. “Andhe needs his solitude to think.”

“Mayhap it would help to do yourthinking aloud with someone else,” Fandral said airily. Always playing thefoppish fool. Did they think he would not see through it? “I have an open earto offer.”

“I am sure you do,” Loki saidtightly. “Just as I am sure you just happenedto decide you wished to ride now.Where am I to find Hogun, hm? In the mews? On the Bifrost?” Sleipnir whickeredand shifted, and Loki pulled away before more of his tension could spread tothe horse.

Fandral seemed startled. “What areyou saying?”

Loki’s lip curled. “Your behaviorborders on insolence,” he said.

“You think that I am here to spy onyou?” Truly his incredulity, Loki thought bitterly, was artful. If he did notknow better, he might believe it. “No! I only meant to offer company.”

“Company,” Loki said flatly. Hefelt as though he was going to be sick again, a dull headache pounding behindhis eyes. “Get out.”

Fandral looked wounded. “Loki…”

“Get out,” Loki snarled,his magic building to strike, to hurt.

He stopped, almost reeling. Had hetruly meant to…

Monster. Fandral was staring at him, his eyes wide.

“I am sorry, Your Majesty,” he saidafter a moment, and bowed low. “I will...leave you to your solitude.”

Loki let him go without calling himback. Something ached in his chest, his heart pounding. They claim to be friends, but you know they arenot, he thought. They can’t be trusted.

You can’t be trusted.

He stumbled out of the stall andretched into a bucket. His heart was beating too hard and too fast. If he couldjust wipe away this stain…

You can. Not from your own blood,but at least from the Nine.

Maybe that will be enough.

Sif was not posted at the door tohis rooms when he returned.

Hogun was.

Loki looked at him wearily, but hecouldn’t summon anger. It didn’t matter what they did, what they thought, whatthey believed. “Well,” he said. “I suppose I might have expected you. Theothers have all taken their turn.”

Hogun inclined his head. Lokiscoffed. “Will you claim to be protectingme as well?”

“No,” Hogun said. “I am watchingyou to see what you will do.”

Loki wanted to laugh. “At least youare honest,” he said bitterly. He flicked his fingers. “Go. Whisper with yourfellow conspirators. I have work to do.”

“We act out of worry.”

“Worry for whom?” Loki said,pausing and turning. “For Asgard? For Thor?”

Hogun’s gaze was level. “For you.”

“For me.” Loki’s lips curved in abitter smile. “So much for honesty.” He turned away to key the wards into hisroom.

“You have always expected others tolie as you do.”

Loki blinked slowly, and turned.“You forget, perhaps,” he said, “that you are speaking to your King.”

“I speak to a friend.”

“You must define friendship veryloosely, then.”

“Sometimes it means speakingdifficult truths.”

“I am sure they are difficult foryou to speak.” Loki tossed his head. “Get out of my sight.”

Hogun regarded him, his gaze level.“Something is awry. Fandral calls it madness. I think it is more than that.”

“More than madness?” Loki said, hisvoice tight. He felt cold, at the center of a freezing storm. “I was wrong.This is not insolence. This is treason.”

Hogun nodded, slowly, like Loki hadsaid something he wanted to hear. “You were right,” he said. “About Thor. Thathe can be reckless and overconfident.”

Loki blinked, caught off guard.“Astonishing,” he said, “to hear you admit it.”

“Too often, perhaps, we enabledhim. As friends, perhaps we should rather have tried to hold him back fromfolly.” Hogun stepped back and bowed. “Your Majesty. I expect Sif will be heresoon to stand guard for the night.”

He walked away. Loki stared afterhim, uncertain, off balance. Hogun had always been subtler than the others. Buthe had to wonder now what game he was playing.

Loki paced. He’d meant to slipthrough the shadowpaths, go to Jotunheim and bait Laufey into attacking. Thenhe would have the excuse he needed to wipe the entire damned Realm out ofexistence. Then it could be over.

(There’ll still be one left.)

But his conversation with Hogun hadthrown him. Did he know something, or think he knew? Were the Warriors Fourplotting in shadows, setting up plans to see him fall? Did they mean to pullhim down, to bring Thor back, to-

There was a knock on the door, andLoki turned to stare at it. After a long moment he ran his fingers through hishair and went to see who it was.

Sif. Of course.

He could try telling her to leave.Try ordering her to, but she would just ignore it. None of themrespected him.

He opened the door, and barelyopened his mouth before she was shouldering her way inside, bearing, of allthings, a platter of food. She set it down on the table and turned to him,shoulders squared like they were about to spar.

“You are not welcome here,” Lokisaid, forcing his voice to remain level. He would not lose control. Would notoffer them more excuses to call him mad, unfit to rule.

(You are unfit and you know it.)

“The servants say your last fourmeals have gone untouched,” Sif said.

He would have to see to it that noone entered his room anymore. Everyonewhispers. They are all just waiting to betray you. Loki sucked in a breath; the smell of the foodmade him feel nauseous.

“And you seek to put yourself intheir place?” Loki said. “How generous. But that still does not excuse yourbarging into my chambers without invitation.”

Sif pointed at the platter. “Youcan scold me after you eat.”

Loki narrowed his eyes. “I am not scolding. I do not know how many more times I must remind you that I am notyour peer, Sif. At the very least while I hold Gungnir youowe me your respect.”

Sif didn’t so much as blink. “It isthe duty of those closest to the King to ensure his health.”

His guts twisted. “And so youappoint yourself.” He walked away from her to one of the windows, tempted topress his forehead to the cool glass. But he would not waver, not even an inch.

“Are you sick?” Sif’s voice soundedquieter, and when he turned to look at her she looked almost worried.

“No,” Loki snapped. “I am not. Ifyou seek an excuse to circumvent Thor’s banishment I am afraid you will have totry harder.”

“I am not thinking of Thor.” Afrown touched the corner of her lips. “Nor am I asking for anything but thatyou eat something.”

Loki stared at the platter she hadbrought. He stalked over and took a bite of the soup: wild mushroom, hisfavorite, but it tasted like ash. His teeth clicked on the spoon and he glaredat Sif, who just looked back at him, all stubborn determination.

He pushed the food away. “What doyou want?”

“I want to know what troubles you.”

“My mind is not yours to know.”Loki gestured at the door. “Go.”

“No.” Sif sat down, though shestill looked ready for a fight. “Something is awry with you, and has been sincewe returned from Jotunheim.”

Loki’s stomach clenched aroundnothing. “If you hadn’t noticed, things are a touch unsettled. Perhaps they would be less so if there were not a flock of vultures circlingoverhead.”

Sif’s jaw twitched. “That isn’tit.”

“You presume too much, Lady Sif.”

“I presume thatsomething ails my shield-brother and I would know what it is,” Sif saidstubbornly.

Your shield-brother, Loki wanted to sneer. Yourfriend. How easily you invoke those words now, when they suit you. “Nothing that concerns you.”

Sif’s eyes flared. “Of course itconcerns me.” She shook her head. “Thor would never forgive us if-”

“Thor,” Loki hissed. “Always, itgoes back to Thor. I know you would rather it was he here, but I willnot tolerate your slights, your doubts-”

He shoved the chair back and stood.He needed to stay calm. Stay in control. What might happen if he did not?

What might he unleash?

“Loki,” Sif said, “you are...therightful king. The All-Mother herself decreed it so, and I will not questionher. But it is clear that some burden weighs on you. And even a King may seekcounsel from friends.”

Turning his back on her, Lokicurled his arm around his middle. He felt dizzy, his stomach heaving into histhroat. “I have no friends,” he said, tongue curling around the word. “Youuse that word now, but I see the suspicion in your eyes.”

“Not suspicion,” Sif said. “Worry.”Loki said nothing, and he heard her sigh. “If you will finish the soup I willgo.”

Don’t. Loki wanted her to fight him for it. Wanted her to prove that hewas wrong, that he wasn’t alone.

He forced the rest of the soup downwithout speaking, and Sif kept her word. When she was gone, he bolted into thebathroom and threw up everything he’d eaten. His eyes burned and he thought hemight be crying.

Loki went to see Frigga. The emptywords she spoke, you are our son,we love you, I have never thought of you as anything but mine, seemed to come from a great distance away. Thisafternoon, he told himself, he would go. Set his plans in motion. By the timeOdin woke...by the time his father woke it would be over, and he would haveproven that he was, above all, a true son of Odin.

“Volstagg came to speak to me,” shesaid, and Loki was jarred back to himself. “He was asking after you. If youwere well.”

Loki scoffed under his breath.“Yes. It appears Thor’s friends have taken it upon their shoulders to supervisemy every move.” He could not keep the bitterness out of his voice, and Friggafrowned.

“He seemed genuinely concerned.”She reached out to touch his face, and Loki pulled away. “Are youwell?”

Do you, too, fear I am too weak? Doyou, too, suspect me of treachery? “Of course,” he lied. “As well as I could be, all things...allthings considered.”

Frigga’s frown did not ease. “Iknow this cannot be easy for you,” she said. “Much has changed so quickly. Butwhen your father wakes, when Thor comes home...we will sit down together andsort things out.”

Loki wanted to laugh. Sort things out. What did that mean? “Yes,” he said dully. “Ofcourse.”

“Until then…you should not pushaway the help your companions would offer.”

“Thor’s companions,” Loki saidlowly. “Not mine.”

“They cannot be both?” Friggareached out again, this time for his hands. Loki let his lie limp in hers. “Donot turn your back on those who would aid you. I know that it is your way, whenyou are struggling, to withdraw. But no one can stand wholly alone.”

I must. Loki forced a smile. “Of course,” he said, disengaging hisfingers. “Wise as always.”

He started toward Volstagg’s houseto confront him about his speaking to Frigga behind his back, but before hereached it turned aside, finding a small, secluded, cliff overlooking thewaters surrounding the city. He sat down on the edge, the wind in his face.

It was Fandral who found him.

“My tolerance for this has notgrown,” Loki said, not turning to look at him. Time was slipping away. Heshould be moving, not frozen, paralyzed.

“I am only here to talk.”

That is always how it starts, Loki thought wearily.

“This is a beautiful place,”Fandral ventured, inanely. Loki said nothing. “Do you come here often?”

“Why,” Loki said dryly, “are youseeking more information about my whereabouts? Perhaps I should offer you aschedule of my planned movements to make things easier.”

“I am sorry,” Fandral said, and hecertainly sounded contrite. Loki pressed his lips together and leaned forward.

“Sorry,” Loki echoed. “And yet noneof you will leave me alone. And you think I am mad.”

“I do not!” Fandral protested. Lokilet the words hang, and Fandral blustered. “Maybe I said - but I did not meananything by it except that I do not understand. You are not acting likeyourself, Loki. What are we to think?”

Loki stood. “And what makes youthink you know anything of my self?” He asked. “What makes any of you think youhave ever known me at all?”

“We have known you for years,”Fandral said. Loki smiled humorlessly.

“Or thought you have.” He turnedhis back. “Do not follow me. And that is an order.”

He stood in the middle of his room,the runes to open the paths between worlds on his tongue, and didn’t speakthem. He needed to. He was running out of time: Odin could wake any day, orThor might return, and he would lose his chance.

But something held him back. Heheld himself back.

Loki sank onto his bed and put hishead in his hands, not sure if he was laughing or weeping.

Perhaps at any moment Sif wouldbarge in with more food he couldn’t eat, or Fandral knock on the door makingnoises about going carousing, or Hogun with more opaque almost-threats. Hewanted them to leave him alone. He wanted them to leave.

You could order them away. And if they didn’t obey? If they ignored his command, underminedhis authority, proved how little they cared for his rule because he was not Thor - what would he do then? It would be within his rights to have themthrown in prison. Or executed.

He imagined it. The four of themkneeling before him and begging for mercy. Maybe he would grant it. Maybe hewouldn’t.

Loki pressed the back of his handto his mouth and took deep breaths. Isthis what you are, now? A petty tyrant threatening fools with death forirritating you?

For disobeying me, he thought back. Forflouting my authority at every turn-

Like everyone else in this palace.None of them truly believe you are King. You are a placeholder, little betterthan a wooden statue. They wait for Odin. They wait for Thor. Even Frigga wouldbe a better ruler, in their eyes, than you. Second-son.

He could fix it, if he could onlymake himself move, do what he knew must be done. Erase the blemish from theNine Realms.

Shouldn’t that include you?

Loki inhaled, shuddering, andground the heels of his hands into his eyes. You pathetic idiot. Running yourself in circles.

He reached for the door to lethimself out, and checked himself. There would be a guard there, waiting for himto emerge, watchful eyes waiting for him to waver visibly.

That left the window.

Loki climbed down, wrapped in acloak of unnoticeability, walking swiftly away from the palace. He couldbreathe a little clearer here, though he still felt like he was balanced on athin layer of ice, a raging river underneath ready to sweep him away. Somemonster in his core was twisting and burning, trying to devour him from inside.

Loki didn’t realize where his stepswere taking him until he was standing in front of Volstagg’s house. It wassurprisingly humble, for a man who associated with princes. It had been a longtime since Loki had made his way here.

He didn’t know why he had now.

There was too much damned noise inhis head. He couldn’t think, couldn’t act, couldn’t do anything, and while he could blame the Warriors Four he didn’t truly think thatwas it. What would Volstagg say if he asked? Loki wondered. If he said I know you do not believe I am capable. What is ityou think I am going to do?

He imagined shedding his skin andstepping inside. The children would scream. Who would strike first, Volstagg ofhis formidable wife? What would happen when they understood who they’d killed?What excuses would the All-Mother make?

Loki swallowed hard several timesand knocked on the door. Volstagg opened it and started, looking at him withwide eyes. Loki waited, still not sure why he was here at all, not sure what hewas waiting for.

Except, perhaps, that he cravedwarmth, and Volstagg’s house had always been warm.

“Loki,” Volstagg said, and thenchecked himself. “That is-”

“Loki will do,” he said.

“Is that Loki?” Hildegund’s voicecame from further inside. “What are you waiting for, husband? Welcome himinside.”

“Why - yes,” Volstagg said,stepping back. “We would be honored if you would join us for a meal.”

“Loki!” A young voice, and the girlit belonged to came bursting into the room and flung herself at his legs. “Areyou here to tell stories? Father says you’re a king now but I don’t think thatshould mean you can’t tell stories.”

“Now, Flosi,” Volstagg said, hislook in Loki’s direction slightly nervous. “Remember your manners.”

Loki shrugged one shoulder. “It’sfine.” To Flosi - he scarcely recognized her, he was astonished she evenremembered him at all - he said, “We’ll have to see.”

Hildegund gave him a smile, warmand easy, and Loki’s throat closed. He shouldn’t be here. What had he beenthinking he would find? Some solacethat didn’t belong to him? Hereached down to detach the child, his fingers clumsy. “I am sorry,” he said.“I’m afraid I have...just remembered something I need to attend to. Myapologies for disturbing you.”

He fled, though he didn’t go far.Sank down into an alley, knees pulled to his chest, and squeezed his eyesclosed.

I need to get away from here.

He shoved himself to his feet andwalked swiftly back to the palace, slipping past the guards. He pulled out apack and stood in his rooms, trying to think what to bring, but nothing came tomind. He stared at Gungnir and squeezed his eyes closed before looking away.Frigga would take the throne. She would rule well. And he would go...

Go where?

Elsewhere. Anywhere.

There was nothing he wanted tobring. Loki tore a piece of parchment out of one of his notebooks and scrawleda brief note, I am sorry, pleaseforgive me.

Then he left, leaving the doorunlocked, and slipped back out as quietly as he’d come.

He didn’t go to the Bifrost.Heimdall would stop him if he tried to leave. Maybe he should try to go toMidgard, to find Thor. Tell him what he was. Maybe if Thor killed him thatwould prove that he was worthy.

No. He didn’t want to see Thor.Didn’t want to look him in the eye and see disgust and hatred there. Better tovanish, find someplace quiet where he could stay unseen, and no one would ever…

Hoofbeats behind him. Loki turnedand there they were, four of them, riding hard in pursuit. No, Lokithought wildly, and ran.

He was too weak. Too slow, his bodyweakened from lack of food and exhaustion. He caught his foot on uneven groundand fell.

Too late, he thought. Too late. Despair settled over him like a shroud.

It was Sif who hauled him to hisfeet and shook him like a dog with a rat. “What are you doing?”she said, almost a scream.

Loki laughed wildly in her face.“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Sif,” Volstagg said, soundingdistressed.

“You - you-” Sif appeared to bereduced to incoherence, and she shook him again. Loki grabbed her wrists andbroke her grip, stumbling back, almost snarling.

“Get away from me,” he said,turning like a wolf at bay, surrounded on all sides. “You shouldn’t be here-”

“Where should webe?” Fandral burst out. “Sif found your letter after Volstagg told us whathappened.”

“What happened? Nothing happened. Get out of my way.”

“No,” Hogun said.

“We won’t allow it,” Fandral said.Sif just growled. Loki looked from one to the other, his thoughts spinning.

“Allow what? I am not going tobetray Asgard, or hurt Thor, or whatever nefarious deeds you think I mean toperform. I am finished, I am donewith this-”

For a moment he thought Sif wasgoing to punch him, but she just took a step toward him and snarled, “no you aren’t.”

Loki stared at her, panting. “Thatisn’t your decision to make.”

“Are we meant to turn our backs andlet you kill yourself?” Fandral demanded, and Loki blinked.

“What?”

Sif’s jaw clenched. “‘I’m sorry. Please forgive me.’ Heimdall said you’d walked away with nothing,you’ve been acting strange for days,pushing everyone away, Fandralsaid he’d found you sitting on the edge of a cliff. We’re notstupid, whatever you think.”

Loki stared at her. Turned his headslowly to stare at the rest of them. “I wasn’t…”

“You should have said something!”Sif shouted, her voice rising. Hogun’s expression was grim. “Not, not-” Sheappeared to lose the ability to speak again.

“I wasn’t,”Loki said, a little weakly. “I was just...leaving. Nothing more than that.” Heswallowed hard. “I swear it.”

Their expressions shifted slowly.“You swear,” Hogun said. Loki closed his eyes and dipped his chin in a nod.

“But...why?”

“It doesn’t matter. You only needto know it is for the best.” It almost managed to wake something in him. Theyhadn’t come because they thought he was a traitor. They’d come because they’dthought he was in danger.

Volstagg shook his head. “Thatisn’t good enough. How can it be for the best? You are a prince of Asgard - itsKing, while the All-Father sleeps.”

Loki closed his eyes. “I am not.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sif snapped.Looking at her, Loki realized that while her voice was angry, the look on herface was something else. Fear, worry, relief.

They didn’t know. They didn’t knowanything. Don’t trust them. Theydon’t care about you, not really.

He slumped. “You are impossible,”he said, almost a whisper. A breath seemed to go out of them. Volstagg clappedhim heavily on the shoulder. “What are friends for?”

His inhale hurt. “But I can’t goback.”

Silence, for a long moment. It wasHogun who asked quietly, “why not?”

He was afraid. So afraid. But hecouldn’t keep running forever.

“I need to talk to Thor.”

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The Faerie Ring: Chapter 1

Loki, the third child of Odin Borson, is trying to find his way in this strange, modern world: sickly since he was a child and struggling to get a hold of what strands of career he approaches, he happens upon a book of magic that seems to call to him, that seems to be imbued with the strangest of magnetic powers.

In exploring this book, it appears he has opened himself up to outside interference: a strange being, known as the Grandmaster, begins to play upon his ailing mind as he sleeps, and Loki soon discovers this Faerie King is more dangerous than he had ever imagined.

Rated E. WIP. 7k. Frostmaster. Warnings for surrealism, horror, and extremely dubious consent. Extremely. This is a really dark fic that I’m super excited to play with, but uh, is, as I said, really dark, and only gonna get darker.

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“Loki! Stop!” Loki’s heels click as he hurriedly descends the stairs, his back straight, his chin high, the very image of masculine grace despite the speed with which he moves. He takes his coat swiftly from its hook in the entrance hall, sliding it onto his shoulders, and he places his hat upon his head: his gloves are pulled on as he exits the house, and it is only when Loki is crossing over the threshold that he hears Thor thunder down the stairs behind him. With such speed he moves, and yet with such heft behind his feet! Loki’s brother might as well be an elephant, for the speed with which he moves. “Loki!” Thor comes to fall into step beside Loki, still in his shirt sleeves, not even wearing his coat, and Loki wonders, briefly, what the neighbours must think, to see his brother in such a state of undress, yelling at Loki in the street.

“Good afternoon, brother,” Loki says, making to turn away, but Thor’s hand grasps tightly at Loki’s wrist, so tightly the skin smarts, and Loki hisses out a sound, looking at his brother. Thor’s rage has affected colour to rise in his cheeks, and his long hair has come out of its careful ties, meaning that it hangs around his face in weathered strands.

“You would to Norway?” Thor asks, his lips parted, his eyes searching – and oh, how the weight of his gaze settles on Loki’s face, makes him draw back.

“Or America. I know not yet.”

“Loki,” Thor says, his tone wounded. “You would leave us? Leave Father and Mother?”

“You would have me as I am now?” Loki replies, his tone arch. He twists his wrist away from his brother’s grasp, staring him in the eyes and resisting the urge to curl his lip. “What would you have me do, Thor? Remain within the house, perform no labour of my own? I have not the soul to live a life of leisure, never earning my keep.”

“Then just take work, Loki,” Thor says.

“What work, pray? What work is left to me, now? What work might you suggest, Thor, that our father should permit? I am not to be a journalist, nor a poet; I am not to be an artist, nor musician; teaching is beneath me; tutoring undignified; engineering too low for me, and management too high!” Loki’s voice has raised, his tone becoming slightly shrill, and swiftly does he take his tongue in check, bidding it be silent in his mouth. Thor is staring at him, still the picture of hurt, and Loki takes another step back from him. “Thor, I merely seek peace – life without our father’s single eye keeping watch of me, examining me! I feel ever as an insect beneath a microscope, pinned prone upon a sheet of glass! What am I to do under such exacting scrutiny? Every breath I take is tight in my chest, lest he find some fault with the set of my lungs, the dilation of my nostrils – every step I take, I must be as graceful, yet manly, light-footed and yet strong! You don’t know what it’s like.”

“Father only wishes for you to be content, Loki.”

“Then he shall forever be disappointed, so long as I liv beneath his roof. Good afternoon, Thor,” Loki replies, and he turns elegantly upon his heel, walking more leisurely now away from his brother. The autumn air is cool against his skin, and he takes fast upon the path, making his way quickly from the edge of the town and onto the country lanes, making his way toward the wood.

“Mr Borson, sir, good afternoon!” says a kindly voice, and Loki turns, offering a polite smile and a tip of his hat to Vesta Jameson, who cooks for the Gold family some doors away.

“Good afternoon, Vesta,” Loki says, nodding his head. “Picking apples for Fandral?”

“Young Mr Wright does love his apples, sir,” Vesta says, and yet she reaches into her basket and holds one out to him, its skin shining red in the light.

“Oh, Vesta, I couldn’t possibly—”

“Go on, sir. An apple a day keeps the doctor away,” she says, and Loki cannot help the warmth in his own smile. He had been a sickly child, often confined to bedrest, and when he and Thor had begun to spend more time with the Wrights – Fandral and Sif both – Vesta had often pushed a diet of more fruits upon Loki.

“My thanks, Vesta,” Loki murmurs, taking the kindness as it is offered, and he touches his hat once more as the two of them pass each other by. Loki holds the apple over his heart, polishing it against the dark blue of his suit jacket, and he welcomes the boughs of the forest trees over his head. His feet crunch softly on the carpet of yellow and red stretching out beneath his feet, and as he walks, he slips the apple into his pocket, sighing softly. The sound itself is taken up by the western wind, and the wind seems to echo his own exhalations, rustling through the leaves above his head and making them dance over the path.

It is the second time in as many weeks that Loki has left the dining table early, his and his father’s tempers catching like two matchsticks against one another, and Loki feels the heavy ache of guilt in his chest. His mother’s face had been as much pained as it had been shocked, and Loki sighs, momentarily removing his hat in order to run his hand through his hair.

“What have you been doing today, my son?” his mother had asked, her voice quiet across the table, and Loki had glanced up cautiously from his stew. Seeing Thor and Father so engaged in conversation, he had seen fit to respond.

“I sent an inquiry to Mr Dalish, at the docks on the Thames. I thought perhaps, come November, I might take travel to Oslo.”

“Oslo?” had come Father’s voice from the head of the table, and once more he and Loki had come to verbal blows. What is to be said for one’s life when one’s greatest enemy is one own’s father? The wind softly brushes through Loki’s hair, and he feels its cool touch upon his skin, feels the kiss of the western wind upon his brow.

“What is to be done?” he asks the forest at large, looking out into his depths. Oh, to be as a tree! Standing still, and yet to be satisfied, changing colours with the seasons… Loki inhales, smelling the scents of autumn fill his nostrils – mushrooms grow thick upon the forest’s floor, and nuts and berries are beginning to grow plump in the hedgerows. Taking up a blackberry from a thick bush, glad for the leather of his gloves, Loki slips it into his mouth, feeling its bloody burst upon his tongue, and he steps from the path.

Loki has always well-known these woods, better than his brother has – Loki has a way amongst the trees that Thor has never possessed, an ability to move silently through the underbrush and gone unseen that none of Thor’s friends have ever been able to match him with. At games of hide and seek, Loki was always an adept as a child… But what does that matter? He cannot simply hide in the woods until his life is done. Setting his jaw, Loki continues his movement over the forest floor, feeling the leaves of wild garlic kiss the hems of his trousers as he passes through, and then he comes upon a great log.

Slipping his hand into his pocket, he draws out a small knife, and files it along the groove of a crevice in the wood, flicking it outward and pulling out the treasure within: wrapped in brown paper, a book. Taking his seat upon the old trunk, he lays the book in his lap.

“I bring you here, to England, with factories, libraries, cities, at your fingertips, and you would go back to Norway!”

“Why shouldn’t I? You plainly aren’t content with whatever I might do here! What would you expect of me, Father, to remain as furniture within this house?”

“By all means, find work, but something befitting your station!”

“My station? And what of Thor’s station?”

Loki gently unfolds the paper that coils protectively about the book’s heavy leather binding, and he draws his fingers over the title, which had once been written in paint of gilt, and is now lost to the sands of time, rubbed away between the other books that must have once been shelved beside it. The tome is heavy, and its musty scent comes well to Loki’s sensitive nose, making Loki remember every library he has ever stepped inside – of which there have been many.

Loki looks at the old book’s cover page, tracing its decadent designs of deepest black ink with his gloved fingers: ſpell work. There is no date to be found anywhere in the old tome, but Loki knows it must be one hundred years old at least – he had found it in the back of an old shop in the bowels of London Town, and had been delighted by its aesthetic alone, but its content! Every page contains the ingredients, the recipe, for some bewitchment or enchantment – Loki had thought it to be a piece of parody, at first, some curiosity intended for the avid occultist, but with every page he reads, it is plainly intended as a genuine guide for any student of witchcraft.

To think that such ridiculous fantasies might be entertained, in 1896! With the turn of the new century so close! And yet Loki had hidden it here in the woods. Thor would find it a curiosity, undoubtedly, but Mother so hates even the thought of spells (she abhors even English fairy tales), and Loki had not wanted to upset her by having her stumble upon it.

“What do you say?” Loki asks, whispering the words. “Shall I give one a try?” The forest whispers its encouragement, leaves rustling in the wide-reaching boughs over Loki’s head and bringing the scent of sweet berries to his nose.

“You would rather have Thor instead of me at any venture, and you know it! I can take apart any one of your machines and put it back together again; I know every worker in that factory by name; I can recite the books from memory, and still you would favour him over me! Just admit it!”

“I will admit to nothing except foolishness, thinking my youngest son might amount to anything at all!”

“Spell to reveal a changeling,” Loki murmurs, settling on a page at random. The wind rises suddenly, coming in such a burst that it knocks Loki’s hat from his head, and he lets out a short, surprised sound, setting the book aside and leaning over the trunk to reach for it… Here, he stops.

There is a curve of mushrooms, starkly white compared to the carpet of yellows, reds and greens, about the one side of the trunk. Loki frowns, tilting his head slightly to the side – he had been here but two days before, and there had been no such fungal sprout. Turning his head, he sees there are more mushrooms curving around the old log he takes for his seat, and Loki quickly comes to his feet.

White mushrooms surround his log, his sanctum, in a clean, well-established ring. Loki feels his blood run cold in his veins, chilling him from within, and he presses his lips tightly together. A silly superstition, to be sure, and yet since he was a very young boy his mother had warned him against stepping into faerie rings, whether they were formed of mushroom or grass, lest he be whisked away!

A stupid thought, a silly thought… Had he not just been decrying witchcraft? And yet here he is, fearing of faeries and monsters at his heels? Steeling himself, Loki sits upon the old log once more, taking the book up. The wind has turned the pages, and Loki’s gaze settles upon the new page.

“An offering to a Faerie,” he reads aloud, his voice low. “ought be made with the greatest diffidence. The Faeries are fickle beings, notoriously Hot of blood, and they might take Offence at any Slight.” Loki half-expects the laughter of the trees once again, but it doesn’t come, and he looks up. He looks about the wood, seeing it as unchanging as before, sees the wind rustling the leaves softly, and yet…

He realises now what has changed.

There is no sound at all. He hears not the rustle of the leaves; he hears not the song of the birds; he hears not even his own heartbeat, his own breaths! What eerie silence this is, what uncanny quiet!

“Hello?” he calls, but although he feels the weight of the word upon his tongue, although he feels even its vibration in his mouth, he hears nothing, nothing, nothing! Breathing somewhat faster, Loki leans over, taking up his book and clasping it tightly to his chest. Whatever force it is – be it fate, or divinity, or even faerie-magic – he feels his gaze drawn downward, and he looks to the mushrooms over which he had (so foolishly! So unknowingly!) crossed to reach his wooden seat, and there, there, shooting up from the ground like so many infernal geysers are bursts of blood! It spatters in thick red upon his dark shoes, upon the hems of his blue trousers, and Loki feels fear strike terror into his heart: clutching his book tight to himself as a shield, he begins to run, his feet pounding on the ground.

He is not so far into the woods, and he knows them as well as anything, and he runs until the path toward the orchard is within sight, and yet he feels, he feels without looking, without knowing, that something is in his pursuit. The very hairs on the back of his neck, thin and light and often unnoticed, stand on their end, and he cannot bear to imagine what he might see if he turns his head to look!

Loki imagines what is following him, some slavering beast whose breath is hot upon the nape of his neck, its snapping jaws so very close, and then he feels his foot hook about some unexpected root as he takes a step, and he cries out in fear and shock alike as he loses his footing, landing hard upon the ground. Closing his eyes tightly and feeling himself tremble with his sudden fright, he presses his face into the clay-rich dirt, its scent filling his nose, and yet—

There is no snapping jaw upon him, wrenching his throat from his neck. There is no monster’s claw upon him, ripping him from belly to chest. There is nothing. Loki sits up, looking with staring eyes about himself, and yet he spies nothing out of the ordinary – the trees rustle above his head, the birds sing, and close by he can even hear the soft babble of the stream that runs between the forest and the orchard.

Sighing, Loki puts his dirty face into his hands, feeling sweat shine well upon his skin, and then he takes up his book and his hat both. If he is shocking himself within these simple woods, it is a sign he ought soon home, and to bed…

And then what? To argue with Father? To console Mother? To make way to Oslo, or else New York?

“If only magic were real,” Loki mutters to himself, wiping dust and dirt away from the cover of his book and wrapping its paper around it again. “Father could hardly fault me then, could he, Wood? Just snap my fingers, and there—” Loki snaps his fingers, and his eyes are stunned by a sudden flash. Loki stares at his own gloved hand, tightening his grip on the book against his left hip. “Be fire,” he continues, in a whisper. It is the worst of habits to talk to oneself, he knows, but this… Loki snaps his fingers again.

Nothing happens. Even the sound is dulled by the leather.

Removing the glove, Loki puts his hand to his forehead, feeling for a temperature – undoubtedly, he is a little more warm than he ought be. And yet this strange turn: moments of deafness, and now seeing sparks where there are none!

Sighing, he puts his glove on once more, and begins the walk home.

❁ ❀ ❁ ❀ ❁

Loki sleeps ill that night. He tosses and turns in his bed, his skin hot to the touch and his flesh feverish, and drink as he might from the jug of water beside his bed, twice he must call for his footman to refill it. By morning, Loki is laid out within his bed, his skin chalky in colour, and Mother sits beside him, soothing his hot brow with cool cloths and fussing over him.

“Oh, Loki,” she murmurs. “You ought not have walked in the woods, in such inclement weather—”

“It was a fine day,” Loki replies, his voice hoarse.

In the open door of Loki’s bedroom, he sees the shadow of his father, hovering in the doorway. Will he enter, Loki wonders? Will he face his son even as he lays abed, sick as a dog?

The shadow passes away: Loki thought so.

“Sleep, my child,” Frigga murmurs, and Loki lets his eyes close, doing his best to sleep some more.

❁ ❀ ❁ ❀ ❁

Loki, the east winds whisper. Loki, Loki! Play with us! Dance among the leaves! Loki dances not. Standing in a clearing, his bare feet settled in the blossoms that come up around his soles, he surveys the wood about him, from the crystal-clear waters of the spring to the tall trees. How tall are they? Their trunks are as wide as water wheels, and when Loki looks up he finds they are as all as the great sequoias of America, ending far, far above his head.

Loki feels he is staring into the depths of the very sky.

Loki, the west winds murmur, gentler than the east winds, Won’t you come and swim with us? Won’t you cool your feet in the waters?

Loki moves not. His feet, pale white and shining in the wan, spring sun, are cool enough as they are.

My friend, says a low voice, resonant and deep, Won’t you come to our festivities when September reaches its end? Loki frowns. A party? At the end of September?

I haven’t the time, he says. I will soon back to school… No, wait. Loki has not been a schoolboy in a decade at least.

My friend, replies the voice. Loki feels a hand brush his shoulder, but when he looks, no such hand is there. Your reticence wounds me. Are we not amiable? Do you disdain my company?

Not at all, sir, Loki replies, and yet he is only being polite: he knows this fellow not at all from another, and he knows not enough of him to disdain or seek out his company. Merely that I am busy.

Let me give you a wager.

A wager?

A wager.

I am not a betting man, Loki says, politely: he tries to turn away, to walk away from this strange fellow, but though forests often give Loki the way of them with ease, this forest is not to be charmed by Loki’s soft voice or careful tread. It turns itself around and around, and Loki is lost within its bounds. Please, sir, I would not stoop to such digrace.

A game, then? Just a game?

And the stakes?

No stakes! The man, voiced and yet faceless, laughs softly. You do not trust me.

I do not put my faith in strangers, sir, Loki replies, even bowing to assuage his impoliteness, and he attempts to turn again, but founds himself grabbed at the shoulders, pinned up against one of these mighty red trees by his very throat: an invisible hand so grasps him!

I cannot breathe, Loki whispers. And yet speak I must.

Pray, my friend, only play with me. No one has such magic as you. Loki feels his skin flush hot, hot— the fever! Where is he? Is he as yet feverish? If he has a fever, he ought not be wandering in this strange forest, let alone without his shoes – oh, he shall catch his death!

I have no magic, sir.

You have everything, the voice replies, and Loki moans quietly, feeling the forest bleed from his vision as he turns in his bed.

“Lady Frigga, I beg of you, keep back,” says a deep, honeyed voice Loki knows all too well. “Your son is delirious with fever.”

“Heimdall,” Loki says in a low voice, and when his hand reaches, a large hand clasps upon his own. Heimdall’s palm is cool to the touch, and Loki coughs, quietly. “Am I dying?”

“No, my prince,” the doctor whispers. What a strange thing to call him. Is this Heimdall, or the fever speaking?

“Do you know, Heimdall,” Loki whispers back, feeling his delirium loosen his tongue, feeling his hair cling sweat-slick to his scalp. What must he look like? “I had a dream where you could see all… Can you?”

“I can see you, Loki,” the doctor whispers. His golden eyes become honey-coloured for a moment, and for a second his dark skin seems much lighter, painted with blue. Loki snatches back his hand.

“You are not my doctor,” he says harshly, and then darkness encompasses his vision once again, his head tipping back upon the sheets.

❁ ❀ ❁ ❀ ❁

Loki is out amongst the fjords, sitting alone on a snowy peak, and he looks at the sky above him. The air is clean and cold against his skin, and yet Loki shies not away from it, instead feeling its embrace as one might take a kiss from a relative, feeling the warmth of its feeling if not of its touch. The sky is an array of colours, spread out like so much dye in water, and Loki sighs as he looks up at it.

Aurora Borealis, his books call it, and oh, what pinks, what greens, what blues and reds!

It’s not as beautiful as you, says a voice, and Loki acts without thinking – imperiously waving his hand, the voice chokes, gasping for air.

“Disturb me not,” he says. For the first time in a long time, his words leave his mouth instead of bursting upon the air half-formed, made only of thought and with little breath behind them.

Ooh, you’re, ah, a feisty one. Ha. Loki frowns, turning his head, but there is no figure where the voice had come from. Slowly, Loki raises his hand again, but the voice, so strange as it is, does not return.

Loki is permitted the silence of the fjords, the skies opening above his head, and he might sit back and bask in their majesty.

❁ ❀ ❁ ❀ ❁

“Drink this,” Heimdall says softly, pressing a bowl to his mouth, and Loki parts his lips, letting the steeped tea settle on his tongue. Swallowing, Loki feels the bitterness of the strange tea settle on his lips and slide easily down his throat, and he feels a little energy come to him, feels his eyes open.

“Heimdall?” he says. “Did Mother call for you?”

“Yes,” Heimdall answers. Loki watches his dark, steady hands as Heimdall pours forth another bowl of the bitter tea, and he allows the doctor to bring it to his lips, drinking down the stuff. It is a medicinal drink he had oft-consumed in his youth, so prone as Loki had been to strange turns and illnesses – he knows not what the ingredients may be, but he enjoys the bitter taste of it somewhat, and he wonders vaguely if this tea is ever drunk for its taste alone.

“I don’t know what it was,” Loki says mildly. “Yesterday, I just took a walk in the woods… I don’t know, Heimdall. I must have been somewhat unwell even as I left – I took a strange turn upon my promenade.”

“What do you mean?” Heimdall asks, setting the cup aside. His voice is quiet, but not judgemental – as ever, Heimdall speaks with a voice that is low and steeped in honey, and yet feels not falser for it.

“I found I had stepped in a faerie ring – you know, of mushrooms? – and it gave me an awful shock. Not that I really believe in such things, but it sent my very mind awhirl. The sounds seemed to stop and start about me, and I felt myself growing feverish as I came toward the path…” Loki frowns, furrowing his brow as he tries to remember. “I was running, I think. Running from something in the wood. A wolf, I thought at the time.”

“Another cup of tea, Loki,” Heimdall says gravely, and Loki raises his chin, his eyebrows raising slightly.

“Oh? Really? Alright.” Loki’s jaw is slack, and a little of the tea spills upon his chin as he sips from the cup, but once more he drains it to its base, and Heimdall looks down at him, his golden eyes serious. “Do you believe in magic, Heimdall?” Heimdall’s eyes widen slightly, his dark lips parting.

“Magic?” he repeats, slowly.

“I was reading,” Loki murmurs softly, aware of the dream-like quality his voice is taking on. “Spells, magic, enchantment…” Loki feels his eyes droop closed, feeling sleep take careful hold of him again, and he is adrift on a sea of blackness.

❁ ❀ ❁ ❀ ❁

Loki is sitting up in his bed, a book in his lap. Outside, the sun is dim, but even that light had seen fit to make his sensitive head ache, and thus he has carefully shut the curtains. His back against the cushioning of his headboard, he sips leisurely from a mug of tea, a tray of uneaten porridge upon his lap, and he is doing his best to assuage the room from spinning.

The door opens, and Loki glances up, expecting his footman to take away his breakfast tray, but he sees only Thor. “May I?” he asks, softly, and Loki nods his head, gesturing to the end of his bed. Thor closes the door carefully behind him, slowly sitting down on the foot of Loki’s bed. His hand settles on Loki’s ankle through the sheets, patting the flesh, and Loki gives his brother a wan smile.

“I’m fine, Thor,” Loki says. “You needn’t worry so.”

“You’ve not been this ill since we were very young indeed,” Thor murmurs, gravely. “Nearly a month you have been abed, now! The very month of September has passed you by like a speeding train.” At the end of September, echoes a sing-song voice in the back of Loki’s throat, but Loki ignores it, and he reaches for his brother’s hand, taking it and squeezing it in his own. “How do you feel?”

“Well enough,” Loki answers.

“Can you walk?”

“Not without swiftly meeting the floor,” Loki admits, and Thor’s concern shows on his face like a wave upon a shore, passing swiftly over his eyes, his brows, his mouth, before being washed away again as he hides it. “It is only what I deserved. Leaving the dining table with such a tantrum as the wind beneath my sails… Never have I been so lacking in decorum.”

“I wish you were less concerned with decorum,” Thor mutters, releasing his hand. His hands come to settle in his lap, and Loki’s own hands cup the warmth of his tea, feeling its pleasant heat radiating out against his chest, his palms. “They found an apple in your coat pocket. It was near rotted.”

“The apple,” Loki says softly. “Vesta gave it to me – I passed her as I walked toward the wood,” he explains. “I ought have mentioned it.”

“You have been in a state of fever and delirium for near two weeks,” Thor says, his thin nerves fraying to break. “How could you have mentioned it!?” Loki stares at his brother, surprised at the sudden burst of temper, and Thor rubs one hand over his mouth, slowly. “I merely wake in the night, brother, with visions of you on a ship to Oslo, or to New York – what if you had boarded one, and became ill upon the seas? You might have died!”

“Thor,” Loki says softly, but Thor’s ruddy cheeks are ever ruddier.

“Or if you had fallen in the wood! We might not have found you until it was too late, and I—”

“It does you no good to torment yourself with such thoughts,” Loki says, doing his best not to chide as much as he might wish to. “I am here, Thor, and I will soon be to health once more.” Standing from the bed, Thor comes closer, and Loki is surprised – touched, even – when Thor drags him into a desperate embrace, his strong arms tight about Loki’s back, clutching at him as if he believes Loki is to die on the morrow. “Thor,” Loki whispers.

“It would have been my fault,” Thor murmurs. “You said it yourself at dinner that night: I am too accepting of Father’s treatment of you, too willing to allow it to pass over my head, I—”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Loki mutters. “Many times you have defended me to Father, and besides, he’s right. It has naught to do with you, Thor, I merely said that in a fit of temper. How could a man like me be the head of a factory? What if I fainted amidst the machines? Has scarcely ever a year passed, Thor, where I was not struck down by my invalidity? My weak lungs, my ailing heart?” Thor grips Loki all the harder, and Loki sighs, softly, pressing his forehead to the warm crook of his brother’s shoulder.

“Shall I read to you?” Thor asks.

“You need not waste away your days at my bedside,” Loki murmurs as Thor draws away. “Pray, go to the Wrights – young Sif—”

“Perhaps from Thomas Hobbes?” Thor suggests, taking up a book at random from Loki’s desk. “You’ve always found his philosophy comfortable for bedtime reading.”

“You’re thinking of Kant,” Loki murmurs, and yet warm indulgence settles in his chest. “Take this tray from me, would you?”

“You’ve scarcely eaten anything,” Thor says, staring down at the bowl.

“The thought of eating any of it turns my stomach, I’m afraid,” Loki murmurs, his tone apologetic, and Thor takes up the tray, setting it upon the desk. Loki watches him in the dim light, and he says, “Have you been having dreams as of late, Thor?”

“Dreams? Yes, brother: I often have dreams of this or that.” Thor’s curiosity shines in his eyes as he looks down at Loki, and Loki opens his mouth, but then closes it again. He finds he has little to say. Dreams? Why had he brought that up? “Have you been dreaming?”

“I think so,” Loki says. He tastes his own uncertainty on his tongue. “Pray, do leave me, brother. I would sleep a little longer.”

“Shall I call for Doctor Heimdall?” Thor asks, reaching out: the backs of his knuckles touch Loki’s forehead, but Loki’s own flesh is cool to the touch, and the clammy damp of his fever has long-since gone away.

“No, no,” Loki murmurs, shaking his head. “I shall just sleep another few hours…” Thor takes Loki’s cup from him, setting it onto the desk, and Loki lies down on his side, hearing the soft creak as the door opens and then clicks shut once again. Loki lies down in the dim light his bedroom, and beneath his bed, he feels the magnetic power of that book of spells, that he had so secreted in the woods…

He ought not have brought it into the house. If his mother happens upon it, oh! How upset she will be. And yet! And yet… Loki lets his arm come down from the bed, reaching beneath his bed, and he traces the leather beneath his fingers, feeling for that illegible gilt writing he so loves upon the cover.

Sleep comes to him all at once, assailing his weak body, and he curls his arms about his pillow, gripping it tightly.

❁ ❀ ❁ ❀ ❁

Loki stands in a clearing. His feet are bare, and he is still clad in his bedclothes, but the air is warm, and the weakness he had been feeling not long ago seems to have left him entirely. The scent of the air is all wrong for September: there are summer fruits thick upon the air, and there is a heat to the wind that runs itself through his hair.

“Are you there?” he asks.

“Uh huh,” the voice answers. Loki recognises that voice, and yet when he attempts to match a face to it, nothing comes.

“I don’t believe you,” Loki says. His voice is not unkind: he speaks politely, but simply, and he hears the frown in the silence between him and the voice.

“What? What do you mean, you don’t believe me?”

“I don’t see you,” Loki says. “Therefore, I refuse to believe you are there. Perhaps you are projecting your voice through some manner of stagecraft I am unfamiliar with – perhaps you are using some sort of machinery, but either way, you are not here.”

“I am,” the voice insists, and when Loki turns to meet it, he sees a figure. He is taller than Loki had expected, with silver hair combed back from his head and somehow affected to spike up in a strange shape; he wears kohl at his eyes and blue pigment, too, even paint upon his shaven chin. Wearing the golden robes of some priest of old, he seems at odds with the normality of this simple, English countryside. “There. You can, ah, you can see me now. What do you think?”

“Taller than I expected,” Loki answers. “What ought I call you?”

“The Grandmaster,” says the voice, immediately. Although Loki sees the face it is attached to, and even sees the face’s lips move, the two seem unconnected, somehow. This thought makes Loki smile.

“I see,” he says. “I am dreaming.” The Grandmaster frowns.

“May I have your name?” he asks: Loki laughs. The sound is low and resonant, echoing in the emptiness of the clearing and sounding off into the forest around them, and when the Grandmaster takes a step to the left, Loki mirrors him, stepping right. The two of them take careful, stealthy steps upon the forest floor, circling one another. If Loki were to give this man his name, why, undoubtedly he would take it – and Loki needs his name for other things, as yet.

“You may not,” Loki replies. “But I will tell you what I should like to be called, if you wish.” The Grandmaster grins, showing all his teeth. They are very white, and not so sharp as they should be. Not so sharp as they truly are, Loki bets. “Call me Loki.”

“Loki,” the Grandmaster repeats, and the sound of his name seems to thrum through Loki’s very heart, affecting a tingling sensation within him. Here, in this deserted clearing, barefoot and still in his nightclothes, Loki feels the first twinge of fear. “You crossed the faerie ring.”

“I did,” Loki agrees. Fear blooms in his chest like so many wildflowers, and Loki stumbles slightly in his circling of the Grandmaster: for Loki’s foibles, the Grandmaster takes a step closer. He smells of the stars themselves – whatever they smell like. “But you put it there. And you hid it before I crossed it, didn’t you? That seems a rather nasty trick.”

“Why won’t you come to my party?” the Grandmaster asks, his lips pressing out comically into a pout. “You should, you know. You’ll just, ah, you’ll just love it.”

“I’ve never cared for parties,” Loki replies, stopping in his circling, and the Grandmaster closes the gap between them. He really is tall, looking slightly down at Loki, and the lack of distance between them seems most improper. Loki is not dressed at all, after all, and… and the Grandmaster’s hand…

Loki stares down at his hip. The Grandmaster’s hand is splayed across it, the fingers spread wide as if the Grandmaster wishes to touch all the flesh he can in one movement, the grip of his thumb against Loki’s hipbone positively possessive, and Loki feels all the breath leave his lungs at once. Such heat, such wondrous heat, oh – has Loki always been as cold as he feels right now? Has he always been so desperate for such a wonderful warmth of touch? The Grandmaster leans so close, now, so close, that his lips ghost Loki’s own.

“I can’t,” Loki whispers. “I won’t. Two men oughtn’t stand so close, sir: you forget yourself.”

“I’m not exactly Oscar Wilde,” replies the Grandmaster, and Loki claps his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. Mr Wilde’s trial had just concluded the year before, and his name is spoken in hushed voices in the Borson home, when Thor is amongst his friends and they might speak freely – as freely as one might, within the lines of propriety.

“Sir!” he says, indignant, and the Grandmaster steps even closer, so that their chests are together, and Loki feels he might well melt – oh, oh! What warmth comes from the Grandmaster, what splendid energy that crackles on Loki’s skin and makes him feel so beautifully full, so healthy!

“Ask me to kiss you,” the Grandmaster whispers. “I, uh, I won’t. If you don’t ask.”

“I couldn’t ask for such a thing,” Loki whispers.

“Why not? You’ve asked before.” Loki feels his cheeks flush red with shame – he remembers his school days, letting other boys, older boys, lay soft attentions on his cheeks, let them admire his prettiness – for a boy. And then, just once, Loki recalls the way he had stepped through some gambling den in search of Thor, attempting to find his brother before the constabulary happened upon them both (for Loki had tipped them off), and a man had pressed Loki against the wall, his thigh pressed hard between Loki’s legs and making him gasp. “Oh, you think I wouldn’t know? Haha, everything’s, ah, up for grabs in dreams, Loki.” And there is the Grandmaster’s thigh, hard and unwavering between Loki’s own, and Loki lets out a shuddering little noise.

“I beg of you sir, don’t—”

“Don’t what?” the Grandmaster asks, and his thigh presses ever higher: Loki’s length is erect within his trousers, and he whimpers as he feels himself become slightly wet at his head, oh, oh! He flinches away as best he can, but he is trapped in place by some magic unknown, and the warmth of the Grandmaster’s body – Loki can hardly bare to pull away from him. “I just, ah, I just really like you, Loki. Won’t you let me show you?”

“You oughtn’t,” Loki whispers. “It’s… It’s sinful, sir, and I—” Loki moans, and Lord help him, the sound is not as pained as it ought sound. The Grandmaster’s hands grip both of Loki’s hips now, and all he had done was pull Loki’s hips flush against him, serving to grind Loki’s shame against his leg ever harder, ever more so! “Grandmaster, please.”

“Please what?” the Grandmaster asks, and again he pulls upon Loki’s hips, and Loki feels his movements stutter: his knees growing weak, Loki is forced to grasp at the front of the Grandmaster’s strange and splendid robes. “Ask me to kiss you, Loki. Ask me to kiss you, and I’ll stop.” The Grandmaster’s hands are slipping beneath his bed clothes now, his fingers seeking out the twin curves of Loki’s buttocks, and then his thumbs dip between—

“Kiss me!” Loki exhales, desperately, fear and arousal twisting themselves like a Celtic knot within him. “Please, sir, I beg of you, stop: kiss me, kiss me if you must, please, and don’t—” The Grandmaster’s lips are on his own, his lips electrifyingly hot, his tongue sweeping against Loki’s own in long, easy strokes. When the Grandmaster’s mouth finally leaves his own, Loki hears himself sob, feels the tears slide down his cheeks as hot streaks, and Loki knows not if he cries for relief or loss.

❁ ❀ ❁ ❀ ❁

Waking in his bed, soaked with sweat, Loki gasps to himself. He feels his hardness within his legs, feels it turning soft, and with shame (oh, Lord, oh Lord), he realises there is a stickiness, a slickness, between his thighs, upon his belly.

Loki touches his cheeks, but there are no tears there – that had been reserved for his dream-self.

And there. There! On his pillow, what?

Come to the wood on September 30th. Wear as little as you dare.

Loki reaches for the parchment, which has been written upon with ink as blue as the beach-near sea, and it is real. It is real, and not a mere figment of some fever-dream – it is as real as anything. It is as real as the stickiness on his thighs.

Loki feels sick, and he crumbles the parchment in his hand, ringing the bell to summon his footman. He must to a bath, immediately, must scrub himself of these thoughts, and yet, and yet… Loki thinks of the Grandmaster’s mouth on his, their tongues together. And Loki had asked for it – how could he do such a thing?

But what if he had continued? asks the voice in Loki’s head. What if he had tainted you any further?

What if you had liked it? whispers a voice that is not his own, and Loki feels the want to cry all again, fear running through his veins like so much blood. September 30th – that is scarcely two days away!

He must prepare.

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