#he's more manipulative than Loki and never gets called out on it ever

[worstloki]

Thor showing up @ Loki's cell in TDW shortly after he was informed of their mother's death calling him out on being an illusion bc he's too composed after the news when he, mr repression himself, attended the death and funeral looking like this

[zylice]

Loki is the Catalyst of Marvel

‪*If he didn’t let the Frost Giants into Asgard to interrupt Thor’s coronation, Thor wouldn’t have come to Earth and met Selvig who then later helped Loki create the ‘space portal machine’ in the Avengers. ‬

*If he didn’t try to destroy Jotunheim then he would never have fallen into the black hole, gotten the Space and Mind stone and got the Avengers to assemble and ‘deliver’ these Infinity Stones to them. He let himself get caught by the Avengers because he WANTED to LOSE!

‪*If he hadn’t of killed Coulson, we wouldn’t have Agents of SHIELD.

‪*If he hadn’t got the sceptre, Wanda wouldn’t have gotten her amplified powers nor would Vision or Ultron ever have existed. Thor & Tony wouldn’t have had their prophesying visions about what would likely happen in IW ‬‬

‪*If he didn’t let Thanos kill him in Infinity War, Thor would have been snapped out of existence and Thanos would have succeeded in erasing half‬

‪of the universe‬

‪*In Thor The Dark World, he saved Jane in order to prevent the Aether (the Reality Stone) from disappearing into the void‬

*He accidentally got his mother killed & therefore banished Odin which caused to age faster which resulted in him dying and Hela to be released.

‪*He also called for Skurge to take them back to Asgard via the Bifrost but Hela caught the ride with them which resulted in he and Thor to be sent to Sakaar where Thor reunited with the Hulk and met Valkyrie and Ragnarok to be caused. ‬

‪*If he didn’t take the Tesseract from Odin’s vault in Thor Ragnarok, Thanos wouldn’t have been able to find it therefore the snap either wouldn’t have happened or been delayed.

‬ *If he didn’t use the Tesseract to escape in Endgame, we wouldn’t have the multiverse since he wouldn’t have become the ‘God of Stories’ or create the TVA.

‪*Sylvie Killing Kang at the end of ‘Loki S1’ made the next big villain for the Avengers to face in Kang Dynasty and Secret Wars. ‬

‪*In ‘Loki S2,’ he has to save the multiverse from being destroyed.

‪*Loki has to recruit heroes from across the multiverse in order to eliminate the ‘Kang Threat.’‬

‪*He can manipulate and re write time now that he is the ‘God of Stories.’‬

‪He is a catalyst. ‬

‪So there. Loki is indeed more important to the Marvel Universe than we all realised. 😌‬

Doctor Strange saw that the only way it would all work was if Tony sacrificed himself. He saw what Loki was doing behind the scenes. Loki recruited HIMSELF into the TVA after recruiting Mobius and other underdogs in order

to humble him. He even created Sylvie so that he could see from the outside what he had once been like and learn to ‘love himself.’ He has to tell her and his past self to not be selfish and power hungry (akin to Charles telling Logan to ‘guide his younger self’ in X-Men: Days of Future Past. He was ‘acting’ bad in the Avengers!! Loki admired Tony because of what he was doing. His purpose was to save the universe! 😭 He told Thor that the ‘Sun would shine on them again’ because he KNEW that they would reunite again eventually and told Thanos ‘You will never be a God.’ Because Loki was always that many steps ahead in the grand scheme of things. . He was guiding himself and everyone else the ENTIRE time!😌💚

Btw: Loki called Don ‘Mobius’ due to Tony discovering the ‘Mobius’ strip’ in Endgame. He always admired Tony’s ‘glorious purpose’ and that’s why he keeps referring to him in the ‘Loki’ series and Mobius knows ALL about Loki because HE, Loki as the ‘God of Stories’ MADE him that way!😉🧬

Loki’s Impact on the Marvel Universe So Far

He deliberately got caught by the Avengers so that the respective items got delivered and he WANTED to LOSE!

‪*If he didn’t let the Frost Giants into Asgard to interrupt Thor’s coronation, Thor wouldn’t have come to Earth and met Selvig who then later helped Loki create the ‘space portal machine’ in the Avengers. ‬

*If he didn’t try to destroy Jotunheim then he would never have fallen into the black hole, gotten the Space and Mind stone and got the Avengers to assemble and ‘deliver’ these Infinity Stones to them. He let himself get caught by the Avengers because he WANTED to LOSE!

‪*If he hadn’t of killed Coulson, we wouldn’t have Agents of SHIELD.

‪*If he hadn’t got the sceptre, Wanda wouldn’t have gotten her amplified powers nor would Vision or Ultron ever have existed. Thor & Tony wouldn’t have had their prophesying visions about what would likely happen in IW..‬‬

‪*If he didn’t let Thanos kill him in Infinity War, Thor would have been snapped out of existence and Thanos would have succeeded in erasing half‬ of the universe.‬.

‪*In Thor The Dark World, he saved Jane in order to prevent the Aether (the Reality Stone) from disappearing into the void‬..

*He accidentally got his mother killed & therefore banished Odin which caused to age faster which resulted in him dying and Hela to be released.

‪*He also called for Skurge to take them back to Asgard via the Bifrost but Hela caught the ride with them which resulted in he and Thor to be sent to Sakaar where Thor reunited with the Hulk and met Valkyrie and Ragnarok to be caused. ‬

‪*If he didn’t take the Tesseract from Odin’s vault in Thor Ragnarok, Thanos wouldn’t have been able to find it therefore the snap either wouldn’t have happened or been delayed.

‬ *If he didn’t use the Tesseract to escape in Endgame, we wouldn’t have the multiverse since he wouldn’t have become the ‘God of Stories’ or create the TVA.

‪*Sylvie Killing Kang at the end of ‘Loki S1’ made the next big villain for the Avengers to face in Kang Dynasty and Secret Wars. ‬

‪*In ‘Loki S2,’ he has to save the multiverse from being destroyed.

‪*Loki has to recruit heroes from across the multiverse in order to eliminate the ‘Kang Threat.’‬

‪*He can manipulate and re write time now that he is the ‘God of Stories.’‬

‪He is a catalyst. ‬

Doctor Strange saw that the only way it would all work was if Tony sacrificed himself. He saw what Loki was doing behind the scenes. Loki recruited HIMSELF into the TVA after recruiting Mobius and other underdogs in order

to humble him. He even created Sylvie so that he could see from the outside what he had once been like and learn to ‘love himself.’ He has to tell her and his past self to not be selfish and power hungry (akin to Charles telling Logan to ‘guide his younger self’ in X-Men: Days of Future Past. He was ‘acting’ bad in the Avengers!! Loki admired Tony because of what he was doing. His purpose was to save the universe! 😭 He told Thor that the ‘Sun would shine on them again’ because he KNEW that they would reunite again eventually and told Thanos ‘You will never be a God.’ Because Loki was always that many steps ahead in the grand scheme of things. He was guiding himself and everyone else the ENTIRE time!😌💚

Btw: Loki called Don ‘Mobius’ due to Tony discovering the ‘Mobius’ strip’ in Endgame. He always admired Tony’s ‘glorious purpose’ and that’s why he keeps referring to him in the ‘Loki’ series and Mobius knows ALL about Loki because HE, Loki MADE him that way!😉🧬

He actually planned to get killed by Thanos in order to save Thor from being snapped and he knew that he would come back one way or another. He said these things for a reason! “I assure you brother, the sun will shine on us again” and “You’ll never be a God!”

Despite Frigga saying: ‘You’re so perceptive about everyone but yourself,’ the older, wiser Loki knows himself well enough in order to change the other, younger version of himself. He knows EVERYTHING about the Avengers members in the first Avengers movie for a REASON! 😉

So there. Loki is indeed more important to the Marvel Universe than we all realised. 😌‬💚

Thor, Hulk and Loki about the ‘Sun.’ God of Stories Loki made it so that the phrase the ‘sun is going down’ to calm the Hulk down and subdue him and the ‘sun shining on him and Thor again’ was to inspire hope and energy.

The Time Stone is green because of Loki. ‪Did he create it? Did he some how get it to Sanctum Sanctorum?‬

‪Did Loki make Heimdall send Bruce to the Sanctum in Infinity War since Loki had been there before (in Ragnarok?) Is that why Bruce mentions ‘Loki’ to Tony, Stephen and Wong informing and warning them about Thanos?‬

He created the World Tree Yggdrasil and quite literally erased, reset and rebooted the MCU! 🤯

Loki is the ‘World Serpent’ Jörmungandr

It really was ‘Loki All Along.’ 😉

*UPDATED*

[mochie85]

To Have and To Hold - Chapter 4

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Summary: Loki comes home to find Violet missing. A/N: Thank you to everyone who supported me in continuing this series. I'm sorry it took longer than expected. Thank you for being invested in these characters as I am. I wanna thank @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA and @michelleleewise for all the wonderful ideas. You two are the absolute best! 🥰 Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: 1.8K Tags/Warnings: Lots of angst.

Loki arrived hours later, barging into your shared room. His nerves unable to relax until he held you in his arms again.

“Darling.” He called out to you. He ran into the en suite to see if your nausea had gotten the best of you again but you weren’t there. “FRIDAY, where is Agent Moreau?”

“She is not in the compound, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“What do you mean she’s not in the compound? Where is she? Did she leave?” Loki started to shake. His nightmare from hours ago crept toward the back of his mind. Clawing at him.

“Her last known location was in your bedroom, sir.” The AI answered.

“She’s not here FRIDAY. Can you please pull the security camera footage from outside the hall? Queue her last appearance please?” FRIDAY obeyed and relayed the image on the television screen hung above the fireplace.

He watched you walking back and forth between your old room and his room. You had items in your hands, clothes, and some small keepsakes. The last image of you was closing the door to your shared room and that was it.

Loki tried your cell phone. He heard it ring on the bedside table. He went to the nightstand, noticing a folded piece of paper with his name on it.

What in the nine realms?! “Since when have I ever given her the impression that she was never enough?” The letter made him seethe. But more pressingly, it made him worried. “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson?”

“Where’s Violet?”

“Current location for Agent Moreau is unknown.”

“Where’s Dr. Banner?” Loki growled in agitation.

“In his laboratory, sir,” FRIDAY answered. He swiftly walked through the halls and down to the elevators, trying to make his way to see Bruce. “How did she leave the building?”

“Unknown,” FRIDAY answered, keeping in time with the prince. Her voice followed him through the speakers like a sentient being. He pushed the call for the elevator. His anger causing a minor crack in the button. He decided that it was taking too long and opted to go down the stairwell.

Taking two steps at a time, Loki made quick work of descending the stairs. “Did she tell anyone she was leaving?” He asked FRIDAY once he got back inside the building hallway.

“Unknown.”

“Is she hurt? Was she taken? Why hasn’t anyone filed a missing person’s report for her?” The doors of multiple labs and offices whizzed past him on his way to Bruce’s laboratory.

“Unknown.”

“Is there anything that you do know?” he yelled up into the closest speaker.

“I know plenty of information, Mr. Laufeyson. I just have no knowledge of what you are inquiring about.”

Loki opened Bruce’s lab with an angry flourish.

“She’s gone!” Loki yelled. Bruce dropped the small blow torch he had in his hands at Loki’s entrance.

“Geez, Loki. Warn a man before you enter his lab. I could’ve been carrying something explosive!”

“Bruce. She-She’s gone. I have no idea where she is. FRIDAY is of NO HELP!” Loki yelled to the ceiling. “She could be hurt! She could’ve been taken. I had a horrible dream earlier and now I’ve come home to find the love of my life gone!”

“Whoa, whoa Loki. Settle down. Violet is gone?” Bruce asked, trying to calm him.

“Yes! I come home and all I found was this note on her nightstand next to her phone.” Loki threw the note down to the table and Bruce picked it up to read. “How do I even get in contact with her? What if she was taken and this is all a- a ploy? Some ruse to make me think she left me, so I won’t go looking for her?”

“Loki…”

“She could be hurt. She could be manipulated and used.”

“Loki…”

“Thanos could be torturing her right now.”

“Loki!” Bruce roared, looking a little green around his neck. Loki immediately stopped pacing and huffed. “Calm down, please.”

“I can’t, Bruce. I nearly lost her last time. And we both lost our child. I can’t lose her again. Not like this.”

Bruce sighed. Thinking about that night gave him heartache. You came home from a nearly fatal gunshot wound and all he remembers was your distraught face and the dark secret you had asked him and Strange to keep.

He wondered how long you were going to keep up the charade. You couldn’t hide your changing body forever. Everyone was bound to notice. The fact that the God of Lies hasn’t picked up on anything untoward was incredible on your part.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Loki. And I’m sorry about this,” Bruce says holding up the note and handing it back to him. “But what is this about Thanos and torturing her? Start from the beginning,” Bruce asked trying to change the subject.

Loki recounted everything that has happened since he hung up the phone with you. His readiness to talk. The horrifying dream he had. Then coming home to find your letter and watched you act suspiciously in the security footage.

“Nothing adds up, Bruce! One minute she’s in our room, the next she’s gone?! No footage of her leaving. No sign of any of the vehicles being taken. Her clothes are gone. Her weapons…”

Loki stood there running his hands through his hair and pulling it. He looked as crazed as the day he set foot on earth trying to conquer it for Thanos.

“Loki. I will help you find her,” Bruce volunteered.

“You will?”

“I can tell that you love her, greatly. And by the way she ended this note, I know that she loves you too. You guys just have a lot to work through. A LOT!” Bruce reasoned. “She has a tendency to run, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she does. I just thought that I would be running right by her side, is all,” Loki sighed. “I mean…how could she think that Bruce? How could she think she was unworthy?”

“I…might know…something about that,” Thor chimed in.

“Blessed Yggdrasil!”  Loki shrieked. “How long have you been there?”

“I’ve been here since before you came in!” Thor said indignantly. “We’ve been testing out Mjolnir’s heat…”

“Wonderful, Thor! Now, back to my predicament. What exactly do you know?” Loki demanded.

Thor sighed, “When we were on our last mission together…”

“Where you let her get shot, yes…”

“Before she got shot, we were discussing the future of the baby. Our traditions. How the child would’ve been whisked away to start training as a royal heir and guardian of the nine realms.”

“You WHAT?!”

“We talked about how you would be king one day if you chose to do so, and she might become queen.”

“Why would say that? We haven’t even discussed anything of the sort!”

“She wanted to know!”

“So, you’re telling me…that you told the mother of my unborn child…that we would’ve taken her baby away from her. To be raised as a warrior…or…or however, father saw fit, without her concern?”

“I didn’t put it in those words, Loki. She wanted to understand why you were so upset. And I told her that you just wanted the best for her and that you didn’t want her to give up her lifestyle. So, as per our traditions, the child would’ve been taken and raised...OOHHH, I see where I made the mistake.”

“YOU IMBECILE!” Loki yelled as he grabbed the small torch from where Bruce had placed it. In his hands, the blaze had grown higher, as if it were a sword made of flame. Thor rounded the table and backed away hoping to put Bruce in between them.

“Bruce, step away. There will be no saving my brother from the hellfire I will unleash,” Loki threatened.

“Loki, calm down. Thor, please don-don’t put me in the middle of this,” Bruce said exasperated.

“I will help you, Loki! I promise. I will help you look for Violet.” Thor tried to placate him. Loki swung the makeshift weapon and Bruce dodged it early enough to not get singed, leaving Thor to face Loki alone.

“Why would you spout nonsense to her, when I hadn’t had the chance to talk to her about it myself? No wonder she ran off! You took her choice away from her! She either loses our child or loses her freedom. No wonder she ran. She got scared.”

“Well, I guess it really didn’t matter in the end…” Thor said carelessly, more to himself but said it out loud. Before he could retract his statement, Loki swung the flame sword toward him again.

Loki saw red. His ears began ringing and the pain was the only thing he felt at being robbed of a life with you and the pain of losing the child. He yelled out loud. A plume of green seidr erupted around him. The smoke expanded out and then came back in, centering on Thor. A minor shake was felt all around the compound.

When Loki had finished yelling, and the dust finally settled, Bruce made his way over toward Loki.

“Loki? Thor?” Bruce coughed, fanning the debris away from him. Loki emerged from the smolder, squeezing a frog in his hands. Loki pushed the frog toward Bruce’s chest.

“I’ll change him when I have calmed down. If he’s lucky.” Loki growled at the frog. With a flick of his wrist, Loki opened the lab doors and walked out, taking the flume of smoke with him.

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[nerdby]

It was never about a throne.

Like I completely reject the notion that Loki took over Asgard at the end of The Dark World because he "wanted a throne."

Because he said in the very first movie that he never wanted a throne. All he ever wanted was to be seen as Thor's equal. He wanted to stop living in Thor's shadow. Why would that have changed?

It didn't. Loki took over Asgard at the end of TDW as his own of getting revenge on his family for taking him for granted.

Like what is the first thing that happens when Thor brings Loki back to Asgard?

What is the very first thing Odin says to Loki?

"Why did you do that?"

"Are you okay?"

Nope, none of that. Let's review--

So the conversation between Loki and Frigga establishes a few things--

Loki has given up hope. He's assumed that Odin is going to have him killed. That's why he says, "Define worse."

He knows that he can never live up to his parents' expectations of him, so why would they believe anything he has to say about the situation regarding Thanos? Why would they believe that Loki never actually planned on ruling Midgard but was sent there because he was being manipulated and blackmailed?

They wouldn't. That's what he's thinking anyway, so he decides to play along cause they've already assumed the worst of him.

Loki wants to hear what Odin really thinks of him -- his precious baby boy that he rescued from Jotunheim.

And one of the first things Odin says to him is,

"All this because Loki desires a throne?"

You can tell from the opening scene that Loki is dreading his conversation with his father. He just wants to get it over with as soon as possible. And the entire conversation is him basically saying,

But it was okay when you did it?

Except he knows it wasn't. He's just throwing Odin's hypocrisy in his own face because now the truth is out there, and everything Loki learned in the first Thor movie has been reconfirmed: Odin does not care about Loki, and deep down he knows he should have just left Loki on Jotunheim to die. Because regardless of whatever plans he had for Loki -- to use him as a pawn in some political scheme:

"By the way, Laufey, you remember that son of yours that went missing eons ago when I was here slaughtering your people--?"

Regardless of those meticulously thought out, painstakingly laid plans Loki is a bad egg. Irredeemable. Undeserving of any sort of sympathy or second chance.

Loki just wanted to hear him say it because he was expecting to die. He wanted to die. He doesn't want to live knowing that he's ruined his mother's life, disappointed her, and completely destroyed whatever chance he had at repairing his relationship with Thor. He doesn't want to live with the memories of Thanos's torture in his head or knowing that the only father he'd ever had only ever saw him as a gambling chip. That's why he spent the entire scene snarking off and calling his dad out on his shit.

So, yes, by the end of the movie he's furious and resentful.

Because his family is still unwilling to say, "We're sorry we fucked up. We're sorry we hurt you."

Throughout the entire film Thor never comes to see Loki or ask if he's okay. The only time Thor goes to Loki throughout the entire movie is when he needs his help to save Jane. He doesn't care about the pain Loki feels -- no, he's just worried about some mortal that threw herself at him during the seventy-two hours he spent banished on Midgard.

Odin and Thor just assume the worst of Loki without even bothering to ask if he's okay. They completely disregard all of the abuse, the favoritism, and the fact that he said flat out that he never wanted a throne. But, yeah, at the end of the day that must be what its really about cause Loki is nothing more than a spoiled brat of a prince, nothing more or less, right?

And that is why Loki took over Asgard and sent his father to a nursing home on Midgard. He is a child, lashing out and furious at the fact that he is being held responsible for his parents' and brother's sins. Now, what was it that Rocket said in the first GtoG movie?

"I didn't ask to get made."

Well, Loki never asked for Odin to rescue him from Jotunheim.

And since the Loki fandom has so far portrayed the emotional depth of a teaspoon, let's just throw this is here to see if we can make the parallels a bit less subtle--

So all of the healing and growth that Loki accomplished in the TV series is not because he's suddenly focused on something other than a throne. Because it was never about that. Ever.

[taraljc]

More on why my OT3 is my OT3.

First of all it's very important to remember that the Loki we are watching on TV is from 2012. I know we know that with our heads but it's important to also know that with our hearts.

This is the Loki who desperately wanted to prove that he was worthy, and was in fact right that Thor was not ready because he was too immature and he was too hasty and he was too much driven by childish love of combat and violence for the sake of combat and violence to be a good king.

He also finds out in the worst way possible that not only is he adopted, he is a completely different species, was being kept most likely as a hostage, and it recontextualized his entire relationship with his parents in a single moment.

He is the butt of jokes from Thor and his friends, his skill set is not valued because it's not based in martial prowess, and the only person in his life who has ever loved him unconditionally was Frigga.

This is in no way excusing Loki's actions, mind you. He didn't care how many Asgardians died when he let Frost Giants into Asgard to disrupt Thor's coronation. He didn't care who he killed in Jötunheimr because they were Frost Giants and he had been raised to believe that it was completely justified to slaughter his enemies. And when pushed to his limits, when it became clear that gaslighting Thor to keep him on Midgard and from returning to Asgard was futile, Loki knowingly sent the Destroyer to stop his brother and their friends, Knowing that 'stop' might mean 'kill'.

But once you remove Loki and isolate him from Thor, Asgard, an audience to play to, or perceived underlings to manipulate, he is adrift. After viewing the brief, brief remainder of what would have been his life (and bear in mind, he was born in 965 CE) including the tragedy of his mother's death and the unexpected warmth of his father's love and his brother's regard, he experiences complete ego death.

And this is like seriously 1 hour into the show.

Mobius treats Loki as a person. He respects his skills, he's wise to his bullshit and calls him on it, and for all intents and purposes is the first real friend who likes Loki just as he is rather than for who he could be or should be.

The gentlemen's wager over research is possibly the first time Loki has been valued for his research abilities and his intellect. Mobius is the first person since Frigga to tell him that he can be anything he wants to be, including a good person. and that it's never too late to change.

There are a thousand moments Mobius could have chosen to trap Loki in in his time cell. But he chose the confrontation with Sif after Loki had cut her hair. It's a brief moment in a thousand year lifespan, but it clearly made a deep, deep impression on Loki because Sif said the quiet part out loud.

"I hope you know you deserve to be alone and you always will be."

Loki hears this over and over and over again, cycling through pretty much every emotion until there's nothing left but honesty. and so we see a rare moment of Loki expressing regret for his previous actions to someone whom he hurt. Even though it's not really Sif, that does not make his admission any less genuine.

"I'm a horrible person. I get it. I really am. I cut off your hair because I thought it'd be funny. And it's not. I crave attention because I'm a narcissist. And I suppose it's [...] because I'm scared of being alone."

And then of course after completely baring his soul, confessing his weakness, admitting to shame and fear, Sif looks down at him and repeats his greatest fear.

"You are alone and you always will be."

Sylvie has lived with the reality of being completely and totally alone since she was 8 years old. While we have no idea how long she was actually on the run from the TVA, she is clearly older than Loki, and every other variant in the void. She was the first, and he was the last. and what connection they made on Lamentis was just the simple realisation that they're not alone. Even if it's only for a few moments before they are completely obliterated, they are happy and at peace because despite their fears and what others have said in anger and pity, so long as they have each other, they are not alone.

So long as they choose one another, they prove that neither deserve to be alone.

The reason Sylvie is different from all of the other Loki variants was because she was not shaped by the toxic sibling rivalry that poisoned Loki and prompted him to take extreme actions to try and prove to Odin that he was worthy.

She didn't grow up teased and bullied for being different from her peers. Instead, she grew up fighting every single day to survive. For over a thousand years, she experienced life in brief snatches in the hours or days before the destruction of everything and everyone around her.

She and Loki could not be more different, despite being variants of the same people. and yet Loki looks at her and sees someone he wants to selflessly protect, regardless of the cost to himself. It is completely foreign territory, and outside anything he has ever experienced and he is probably completely and totally terrified.

But I genuinely believe that it is because of his friendship with Mobius that he is willing and able to put aside his own agenda completely to care for someone else.

Mobius and Sylvie are likely the only people in the universe capable of provoking that kind of loyalty and steadfastness from a trickster who was never meant to change, only to act as a catalyst for change in others. Because they look at him and see him. And there is so much power in being seen and being known.

Sylvie doesn't know who she is yet. and I think she finds Loki's faith in her is a little intimidating, even as she smuggly accepts it because she is clearly the superior Loki. She has always been alone, but this might be the first time she's truly lonely. So I am curious to see what her reaction to Loki arriving in Broxton in 1982 will be.

[therese-lokidottir]

Loki should be the ultimate enemy of fascism, but instead he's treated as the deserved victim of it.

Loki is the outcast, the the other, the scapegoat, the unwanted prince, and a victim of cultural erasure. Rather than explore any of this the show instead places all the blame on to him and by calling him a narcissist and treating everything he goes through as deserved and needed it by extension validates fascism.

Loki is the one who should be disgusted by TVA. He should see right through their lies and propaganda and call it out for what it is.

The TVA are bad, that's obvious, right? Well, it would be if it wasn't for stuff like this.

Haha isn't so funny to watch Loki chase down by these guys? Isn't it so funny when Loki is punched, collared and stripped. Hehe dumb arrogant Loki he has no powers.

It's not framed to be a horrifying lack of humanity and justice. It's framed to humiliate Loki and for the audience to laugh. But by doing that it does exactly what fascistic practices do. Normalize it and mock the victim. Are we meant see the TVA vaporizing some random person who refused to play along with the ticket system as horrific and cruel? Maybe, but it's more important to get laugh.

Mobius is treated as simply mislead while happily being part of system,never questioning it, being complicit in a child's death, lying and manipulating and using torture with a smile on his face and later making jokes about it. All that, Mobius's entire character validates fascism. Because it implies you can do all those things and be good. The fact these things are inherently wrong is never stated or discussed so instead it suggests that, yeah, there could be a good enough reason to do all those things.

VS

There's no existential guilt of the realization that his hands are soaked in the blood of innocents. No remorse that the system he felt so lucky to be part of was unjust and wrong. He laments his own loss and keeps making excuses. Same with B-15. Oh, she cries that she looked happy, she cries at her loss not the trillions wiped out without second thought. Those faceless people remain unimportant.

It's actually kinda bizarre how the show both tries to have the TVA as victims and unimportant mooks. But really it isn't even about them or the variants. It's about how Loki is bad and Mobius is good, even if he was part of the bad guys it wasn't his fault.

Loki is the real victim in this. Him and everyone ever captured by TVA. They're the outcast the one's who's crime was freedom.

It should have been Loki's story. The failed conqueror, the god of outcasts, the person who wanted to free people from freedom should have been the one to tear down the system and the audience should be rooting for him.

[ravenlking]

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐂 𝐎𝐂 [𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐗 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃]

"𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐌, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒." MASTERLIST

Name: Astrid Lokidottir (Female + Main Form) and Perseus Lokison (Professor Form)

Title (s): Goddess of Snow, Ice, Music, and Vengence, Apprentice to the God of Mischief, Asgard's Most Powerful Sorcereress, Princess of Asgard, Winter Warrior, Professor Lokison of the Magic Arts

Sex: F

Pronouns: She/Her, He/Him, They/Them

Age: 865 Asgardian Years, 17 in Human Years (50 Asgardian Years = 1 Human Year)

Date of Birth: December 16 (one day before Loki's birthday)

Abilities:

Shapeshifting

Illusions and Astral Projection

Cryokinesis

Telekinesis and Telepathy

Teleportation

Energy Manipulation (Energy Shields, Energy Blasts, etc)

Conjuration

Flight

Favorite Food: Dried Fruits (Asgard didn't have any sort of candy). However, on Midgard, she likes the sweetness that macarons would give. She also has a fondness for ice cream, the cooling sensation is a delight.

Least Favorite Food: Anything spicy. She is the goddess of ice and snow after all, spicy foods which are tongue-burning hot creates a level of discomfort for her. She can bare it, but internally, she wishes that the food never existed.

Hobby: Pranking others, creating ice sculptures, practicing her magic (she loves the awed faces and the recognition she receives from showing off)

Personality:

Mischievous, Confident but borderline Arrogance, Blunt, Sarcastic, Cold

She'll only be kind to those she has been close with for decades. She has a soft side for small, cute objects but will never show it. Her frozen heart might thaw slightly upon seeing people in pitiful conditions, but she'll never show it.

By nature, she is quite motherly, in her own way. People might view her as someone untouchable and cold, but Astrid shows in her own ways that she cares.

It comes in the form of ice sculptures, a talent she has sharpened over the decades.

Her anger is dangerous. Don't ever get on her bad side. Astrid can hold grudges for decades.

Astrid's rage is not to scoff at. With her heightened emotions, she can bring on an eternal winter or freeze the entire realm. Unchecked, her powers would be equivalent to five overblots combined and more.

Background:

Loki found her abandoned in the gardens near the palace, cold and freezing to death. He quickly brought her back to the palace to be healed by his mother, Frigga.

Once she was healed, Loki brought her under his wing, treating her more like his daughter than an actual sister (which Odin and Frigga adopted her as)

They were the closest pair anyone's ever since - one is considered incompletely without the other. In fact, it wasn't uncommon to see them attached at the hip around the palace, laughing and giggling as they pranked the soldiers and hung out in the library.

Loki and Astrid were inseparable.

Soon, her coronation came. She was crowned Princess of Asgard and the three Norns titled her the Goddess of Ice, Snow, and Music, and secondary Goddess of Mischief. Loki was filled with pride as he watched his daughter's coronation and see her grow into the goddess he was proud to call his daughter.

However, as the plot of 'Thor' came into play, Odin sent Astrid out to a different realm to learn to master her cryokinesis, therefore leaving her out of everything that has happened. She only came back through the Bifrost during the battle between Thor and Loki, helplessly watching as her mentor, her father-figure, fell from the Bifrost Bridge.

Afterward, she fell into a deep depression. She was lifeless, only responding when needed and locking herself in Frigga's library, where she spent hours mastering and unlocking new magic within her. When 'Avengers' came into play, Thor begged her to go with him and she reluctantly went. When she saw her father fighting and killing all the innocent Midguardians, she was horrified - until she saw the blue tint in her father's eyes. She quickly knocked him unconscious, hiding both of them together until the Chitauri left.

When the fighting was over, Astrid begged Thor to help explain to his Avenger friends the truth and glared each of them down until they accepted it.

Odin was furious. He demanded that Loki be sent to Midgard until Odin deemed him "lesson-learned". Loki didn't care - as long as Astrid was by his side, he would go anywhere. Astrid was his world, and he was hers.

They spent their days on Midgard in Stark Tower, determined to make up for the time they lost apart. Loki, with his limited powers, taught Astrid some new tricks, teaching and broadening her magic powers.

Astrid grew to be fond of the Avengers, joining them and becoming known to the general public as the "Winter Warrior".

The rest of the movie plots went on the same, only with Loki by their side (reluctantly).

Wanda Maximoff was "adopted" by Astrid, who decided to teach her how to control her powers. When Pietro died, she consoled Wanda and in the process, she may or may not have set up Vision and Wanda together.

When 'infinity War' arrived, Astrid was downright furious.

Astrid has been granted the title of 'Goddess of Vengence' after witnessing Loki's death at the hands of Thanos. She was incredibly out of control as she fought alongside the Avengers in 'Infinity War' and wasn't the one to be dusted.

When the war went into chaos for five years, Astrid was crowned Queen of Asgard against her will. Instead of desperately trying to find out how to kill Thanos, she was stuck ruling a kingdom rampant with chaos and fear. Within months, she pulled everyone together and Asgard was prospering in a world destroyed by Thanos.

She still mourned her father but knew that Loki never wanted her to be depressed forever. She focuses all her powers on restoring Asgard to its fullest potential.

When 'Endgame' approached, she was determined to hunt Thanos down and destroyed him from within. She fought ferociously, emotions running rampant, and without anyone to hold her back, she was a monster in disguise. She decimated hundreds of Thano's warriors with a stomp of her foot (causing thousands of ice shards to shoot upwards and stab them through the heart), froze them with a single blink of the eye, she was impossible to beat.

When Thanos was finally defeated, she suddenly fell to the ground, head slumping next to the dying Tony Stark. Something about the snap being so close to her made her feel as if she was pulled away from this realm to the next, into the villain's world.

Trivia:

Her signature colors are black, navy blue, and silver. However, in honor of showing off their relationship, Astrid kept green highlights in her hair. She keeps her hair tied up in a ponytail to avoid any distractions, but Vil has urged her to keep it down because "she looks absolutely gorgeous like this, Rook, back me up."

Her signature weapon was twin daggers, similar to Loki's, but they could be combined into her staff.

Although she may be the goddess of music, she prefers playing the violin and piano the most. Mainly because it reminds her of how she spent days by Loki's side learning new songs and enchanting the Asgardians during their yearly ball with her sweet playing.

When she arrived in Twisted Wonderland, she actually froze Grim's feet before leaving. She met Crowley, who thought she was a student before she threatened him with her twin daggers.

Instead of becoming a student, Crowley decided to install her as the professor of Magic Arts (specializing in the uncommon arts such as teleportation, elemental control, unique magic mastery, etc)

Astrid switched into her male form for the time being because she didn't feel as if she could loosen her guard and return to her original figure. It doesn't take up much of her magic reserves because it's not an illusion, it is a whole gender swap. She goes by her male name: Perseus Lokison.

The students of NRC treat him more like a father or a principal than Crowley (it's kind of obvious especially when Crowley keeps loading him with work)

Transformed Ramshackle into an unbiased dorm for any and every student, is the "dorm leader" or dorm father of it.

To those that first meet him, Perseus seems too cold and too frightening to get close to. However, those used to his behavior are able to read past his frosty exterior and interpret his true feelings, with some difficulty.

Perseus cannot cook. But he can make the best drinks anyone has ever seen. Azul has been trying his very best to recruit him to the Mostro Lounge, but he refuses. First, he is his professor. Second, he is a god. It would destroy his pride if he worked under a mortal. (However, he would never admit that he is impressed by the efforts from the mortal, Azul Ashengrotto)

Post-Overblots, he would sit by their sides, waiting until they came back. The victims would always find their comfort food in his hands (conjured, not cooked by him) and him serenading them with calming music, piano/violin conjured. He would do his best to play therapist because they somehow made their way through his cold, frosty heart.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃.

[wint3r-h3art]

Red & The Trickster God

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Summary: the forest was full of monsters. It was advised to never travel during the nightfall or even alone, for the monsters would come and devour you.

Word count: 4.2K

⚠️Warnings: This fic contains dark elements for power play & manipulation, implied stalking behavior. DO NOT READ IF THESE TOPICS UPSET YOU ‼️

Other warnings include: pet name (pet), praising kink, unprotected sex, bath tub sex, , fingering, edging, oral (male receiving), face fucking, cream pie. Badly written dialog because English is not my native language

A/N: this is loosely based on “Red Riding Hood”. This my entry for @tom-whore-dleston 500 followers writing challenge. Please follow @wint3r-library for new fic update. No beta. Any mistakes are mine. Your reblog and comment are greatly, greatly appreciated.

Cold air crept through your skin as the forest moaned and groaned of the shifting tree limbs. Snow had just begun to melt as the warmer spring air ushered in the warmer season. Your breath hitched in your throat as you were trying to fight the cold shiver that pricked your skin with gooseflesh. The forest had always been cold and dark, even if it was the middle of August when the blazing sun was in its full glory. 

And it was full of monsters.

It was advised to never travel during the nightfall or even alone, for the monsters would come and devour you. But here you were, bound by the large sacred tree, blindfolded, awaiting your death as you were chosen to be the sacrifice.

Red, the villagers called you for the crimson coat you often wore when you ventured out into the village. You’re naught but a simple woman living alone near the edge of the village. Your isolation sparked rumors of witchcraft. They feared you, yet your presence enticed them. Perhaps it was the way you look, or perhaps it was the way you kept to yourself that sparked their curiosity. Whatever it was, they made it more than clear that you were not welcomed.

Your body shivered, teeth chattered as another freezing wind blew past you. The coldness seeped to your very bone. Your mind drifted to an old tale your grandmother used to tell you about an old God who roamed this forest. 

She said he fell to Earth like a falling star, crashing into the very spot that has become the forest itself. His skin was as blue as the sky, eyes were as red as the blood, and he was as tall as the tree. He rarely made himself known to humans, but when he did, he sometimes took the form of a great serpent, and sometimes he took the form of a mare. His most common form of all was a great black wolf with eyes that were so green, they were almost glowing. You really thought it was just another fairytale to scare you when you were a child. Now that you were here though, it felt more real than ever.

The crunching of the twigs made you stiffen suddenly. Your heart was beating heavily against your chest as you strained against your binding. You became hyper-aware of your intruder now. Whatever this thing was, it was getting closer. You were holding your breath at this point, anticipating till the blindfold ripped your face.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to readjust your eyesight to a tall shadow standing right in front of you. 

“And what do we have here?” His voice was smooth like velvet. Each word sent a tremor through you, awakening something inside of you that you’ve never felt before. He was crouching now till his eyes were leveled with yours. You blinked some more to meet his captivating emerald eyes. His inky black hair was in contrast to his pale skin, making him look more like a phantom than a man. His features were refined and perfect. Not a single scar nor flaw to be found. He looked almost other-worldly.

“Who are you?” you asked, your voice shaking slightly. You didn’t know whether it was from sheer panic alone or was it from the cold wind that bit into your skin, but your body buzzed with a sudden surge of energy. 

“Well, your savior, of course.” An amused smile quirked at the corner of his lips. He looked too handsome if there was such a thing. The men in your village were rugged and rough, but this man was different. He was so pristine that you felt as if this was some sort of hallucination.

“Well, I’m still tied up, so I don’t believe I am saved yet.”

The handsome stranger chuckled softly before he made a quick work of a thin dagger in his hand and swiftly cut your binding before he stood up and sheathed the gleaming metal back into its leather holster. You rubbed your wrist gently, trying to massage the blood back into your hands. 

“Thank you,” you looked up to him. Your teeth chattered as your body trembled terribly from the cold.

The handsome stranger quickly unbuckled the heavy cloak and draped it over your form. You hissed by the sudden warmness, but most of all your body quivered by the inviting smell that lingered heavily in your nostril. He smelled of pine and earth, the sort of smell that reminded you of a warm and comfortable place.

“You don’t even know me, yet you saved me.”

The man chuckled softly as he adjusted the black leather gloves on his hands. The more you look at him the more you feel like you’re dreaming. There was no way anyone could be this gorgeous. 

“My name is Y/N, but you can call me Red…” you mumbled softly. You didn’t expect him to hear or do anything about it.

“Why Red?”

“Because I used to wear this worn-out cloak that my grandmother gave me, and well, that’s all they know me for.”

“You look better in green, to be honest,” he flashed you an amused smile that made your cheeks burn. “You can call me Loki.” His eyes seemed to soften at the way you seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as warmness slowly enveloped you.

“Loki…” you tested the name on your lips. Strange the name felt familiar to you, yet you couldn’t remember what it was. “How can I ever repay you?”

Loki thought for a moment, his gaze lingered on your face for a moment, then down. “What can you possibly offer me, my sweet?”

You chewed on your lips momentarily. You could clearly hear the condescending tone in his voice, and he was absolutely right. What can you possibly have that can amount to what he just did for you? 

“I can only offer you my servitude, my lord.” It was hard to not call him a lord. He was so poised and proper. The way he smoothly got up to his feet, or the way he spoke was anything but ordinary. The word just came out on its own. “All my belongings were taken from me, so I am left with nothing, I’m afraid. A lifetime of my servitude is all I can offer you.”

This seemed to catch his attention by the way his dark brows quirked. Loki crouched down once more as he captured your chin in between his gloved fingers. “Ah…this just got more interesting…” His emerald eyes seemed to sparkle even under the dim light of the silvery moon. “Not a bad offer for me, I suppose. But what about you?”  

You felt heat creeping up to your face as your heart raised the more you looked at his eyes. His voice sent tremors through you, making the area between your thighs ache. There was no denying that he was a handsome lad, but there was also a dangerous edge to him as well that made the hair at the back of your neck stand. 

“What about me?”

“You do not know what I am, or what I can do. Yet, you offer yourself so freely to me…If I can guess, you do not wish to return to your village.”

You can feel your face heated when he spoke those words out loud. Your chest ached at the word. “To them, I am a witch,” you said softly. Your gaze now fell to the ground. “They accused me of being something I am not. And to be honest with you, they treated a whore better than they treated me,” you laughed bitterly before your expression changed back to your serious one. “I can be your servant–a maid if you want me too, or perhaps something more if you find me suitable enough to warm your bed…as long as I don’t have to go back there. They will find a reason to get rid of me again.”

Loki chuckled as he crouched down once more till his face was only a few inches away from yours. You could feel the heat radiated off of him, and his scent was intoxicating, making your head spin. His eyes searched yours and it was hard to not feel some sort of way when you looked deep into those beautiful eyes of his. “Once I accepted this offer, you can never go back, remember that.” 

You nodded.

With that, Loki picked you up in his arms and started to walk as if you weighed nothing. There was no grunting, nor was there any huffing. You didn’t feel the muscles of his arms straining. Instead, it felt like both of you were gliding across the forest floor. 

“W-What are you doing?” You didn’t panic, but there was a distinct nervousness in it. Perhaps you were too numb by now. It couldn’t possibly be any worse than being devoured by the monsters that lurk among the trees.

“You offered your lifetime of servitude to me, and I agreed.”

“But why are you carrying me?”

“Simply take care of what is mine now,” he said briefly, not even looking at you at this point. “Plus, I do not think you are in any shape to walk with no shoes on, let alone with those nasty cuts on your feet.” 

“So what will I be?”

“You will be whatever I see fit.” His brief answer did nothing to ease your mind, and Loki felt your uneasiness. “For now, you will be my pet, so allow me to take care of you.”

“Loki…” you said his name again, then you suddenly remembered where you heard the name. 

Loki, he was called. The Trickster God. They said he showed up as a handsome lad with viridescent eyes and hair as black as the night to those he finds interesting. But be warned, for he will try to spirit you away.

“Oh God,” you muttered out loud as the words of your grandmother echoed. “You’re the god they were talking about. The Great Wolf…the Trickster God.”

Loki chuckled. “This is why you should never offer anything to a stranger.”

You could see that mischievous glint in his eyes, and in the back of your fucked up mind, you were curious about it. Your mind wondered whether someone as ethereal as him would ever find you attractive enough to bed you, or perhaps having something more. 

“I was your offering regardless of whether I agree to serve you or not, so why did you go through all the trouble of helping me?”

Loki didn’t answer. As a matter of fact, he continued to walk as if he was hiding something behind those viridian eyes.

The rest of the journey back to his compound was in silence. Occasionally, you stole a glimpse or two at your new master. A part of you was terrified at the prospect of being his pet, but another part of you was curious about what he wanted. He carried you into a large washroom with a tub already filled with steaming hot water. The smell of lavender oil lingered heavily in the air, instantly soothing your weary bones. You expected him to leave you to bathe alone of course, but he simply stood there as if he was waiting for you.

“My lord…”

“Undress,” he said firmly as he stood there with hands behind his back. You swallowed at the way those commanding words suddenly made the area between your thighs throbbed terribly. Your hand shakily undo your bodice. Slowly piece by piece as his gaze burned into yours. Your cheeks burned and your heart raised from the mere idea of being watched. Once you were bare before him, Loki took a few steps forward, taking your chin between his gloved fingers.

“Surely, you don’t expect me to undress myself, pet.” 

You swallowed as you quickly tried to undo his garment with trembling and clumsy hands. The sound of your heartbeat was almost deafening at the way you struggled to maintain your composure. Loki gestured to you to get into the tub, and you compiled without a single word.

The candlelight made the water golden. Your thought was running rampant with images of being taken by him in this very tub. It was hard to not think about it when your gaze briefly lingered on his manhood. The captivation about his size suddenly plagued your mind. You were no virgin, but you also have never met a god face to face before, let alone a naked one. How did one prepare oneself for a god?

“Your mind is wondering,” his smooth velvety voice came behind you. You didn’t know when but he had comfortably seated himself behind you. Your face was growing warmer when you could feel his growing length pressed against your back. 

“Yes.”

Loki hummed softly, urging you to continue.

“I’m trying to understand what my offer means to you.”

“You will be whatever I see fit,” he said again as his large hands slowly run up and down your arms, sending shivers down your spine. Loki now rested his chin on your shoulder, and you felt your breath hitched in your throat. “For now, I want you to be my pet to play with.”  His breath was practically brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. His voice was slowly making you wet. It was simply unfair by the effect he had on you.

“Shh…” he pressed his lips against your jawline as his hand drifted down to your breasts. Loki begins to gently roll your nipples between his fingers, twisting them and rubbing them till they harden. You moaned shakily as your head fell back on his shoulder. His fingers continued to tease the taut peaks. You could feel him smiling as he pressed his kisses along your jawline. Surely, he knew the kind of effect he had on you.

“Darling, you're already so wet for me,” he whispered softly against your ears as his fingers drifted down to your aching pussy. He was probing you and teasing your swollen clit with his long slender fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. 

“Loki…Please,” you begged softly as you found yourself spreading your legs wider for him. Loki's smile widened, clearly pleased at the way you gave yourself so willingly to him.

“That’s it, pet. Open yourself to me.” You replied with some mumbling nonsense as he plunged a long, slender finger inside you. You hissed in unison as Loki felt your pussy tighten around his digit. “You’re so warm and tight, pet,” he hissed between his breaths as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. “Let's see if you can take another one,” he smirked against your skin as he plunged another finger inside you. A long, drawn-out moan escaped from your lips as you gently rolled your hips against his fingers, practically fucking yourself to his knuckle. “That’s it, my sweet. Show me how you like to be fucked.” 

You cried softly in his arms when he slowly rubbed his thumb over your clit, eliciting more pleasure through you that all you could do was to moan out his name. This pleased him greatly, and he couldn’t help but push you further and closer to the edge.

Your legs twitched suddenly when you felt his fingers curled against that one spot. If he continued to do this, you surely would—

But your thoughts and pleasure were interrupted when Loki removed his fingers so suddenly. You couldn’t help but whine softly against his arms, but your new master quickly amended this loss when he suddenly shoved his fingers right into your mouth.

You moaned lowly, sucking on his digits eagerly, imagining yourself sucking on his cock, which was pressing against your back quite firmly. Judging by the feel of it, he was long and thick. And you were more than eager to welcome him.

“Such a good pet you are,” he cooed softly. “Are you imagining yourself sucking on my cock, darling?”

You nodded eagerly as your tongue licked along with his fingers while you rubbed your back against his swollen member.

Loki hissed before he quickly turned you around till you were facing him. You looked at him with an unbashful expression as you wrapped your hand around his stiff cock, slowly stroking the velvety, hardness.  His cock jerked and his mouth hung agape. Loki allowed himself to indulge. His head tipped back. His inky black hair fell like a cascade of black silk against the edge of the porcelain tub. He looked straight out of a painting.

You noticed the way his eyes glossed over when you brushed your thumb over the slit of his cock. Flickering of the amber light glimmered against the soft glow of his emerald eyes. He was breathless and panting the more you teased his length. Each stroke seemed to send him closer to the edge. The only noise that he could make was soft hissing. 

You, a mortal woman managed to reduce a god to a panting mess.

You could feel yourself throbbing and aching the more you touched him. You could feel yourself sucking in your breath each time Loki shuddered in your hands, and you wanted nothing more than to indulge yourself. 

You looked at Loki with silent permission before you grabbed hold of his length and slowly sank down onto his shaft. A unison hiss escaped from both of your lips as you slowly moved up and down his length. He was so big and so long that it took all of you to move up and down his length. Loki watched you with hooded eyes as if he was in a trance. His hands gripped your hips, supporting you and assisting you whenever you lost your footing. Your movements made the water in the tub slosh and spill onto the floor.

Your stomach tightened the more you moved. Each friction took you closer to the edge. You knew it wouldn’t be long till you reach your release, and you were sure Loki felt it too. As you were about to orgasm though, Loki quickly pulled you. You stared at him with shock. He only replied with a smirk.

“Not yet, my dear,” he winked before you found yourself laying on top of his lush bed. You breathed heavily as you tried to adjust to the dizziness of being materialized from one room to another. 

Loki was at the foot of the bed, staring at you with hunger. You felt like his prey by the way those eyes watched you so closely. He curled his finger, commanding you to move toward him. You complied without questions. 

You rolled onto your stomach and propped yourself on your elbows. The flickering light from the candlelight bathed his skin with red and gold, casting both of your shadows along the wall. You looked up to meet his gaze. There was no denying now about the growing hunger between the two of you. You licked around the crown as your hand slowly pumped up and down his length a couple of times before opening your lips to suck the head of his cock inside your mouth. He was hard, and silky smooth all at once, enveloped in simmering fire, and you’re not afraid to get burned by him.

Loki’s mouth hung open as he grabbed you by the back of your head, urging you to take him further. Your mouth ached as you try to accommodate his size. Your cheeks hollowed, sucking him harder as your hands worked along his stiffness, making Loki see stars.

“Hmmm, I love your mouth as much as your pussy, pet,” he murmured as his head tipped back, hand gripping the nape of your neck in place as he bucked his hips forward, plunging his cock in and out of your mouth, making you gagged in the process. Tears were streaming down your cheeks the more he fucked your mouth. 

As you felt like you were about to faint, Loki pulled away and turned you around, positioning his cock at your aching entrance.

“Shhh….” Loki leaned in till your legs were folded against your chest while he entered you with ease. You bit down on your lips as he began to move–slowly at first before he slowly quickened his pace. You found yourself grabbing onto the sheet, bunched it up in your hands as you tried to hold on to what’s left of your reality. It was too much and not enough all at once. He was filling you to the brim, yet you wanted more–you wanted to be filled with him till you can’t feel anything anymore, and Loki knew by the way you moaned out his name and the way you begged to be filled with his cum.

The pleading only encouraging him further the more he fucked you. The lewd sound of your moanings and skin slapping filled the room as he was balls deep inside you. You were a moaning mess the more his thrusts became erratic. You could feel every inch of him moving in and out of you at such a brutal pace. It was overwhelming all at once, and you knew you wouldn't last long. 

His hunger was insatiable. It was almost explosive, igniting a flame inside you the more he moved. You lost it though when he reached between your sweat slicked bodies and rubbed at your swollen nub. 

“Yes!” he growled as he felt your wall flutter around his cock. “Cum for me, pet. Let me feel your cunt squeeze around my cock,” he panted as he thrust forward with powerful motions, sending the bed crashing against the wall.

You couldn’t hold out anymore when your body was so famished with needs. Loki was hammering into you, stretching your pussy with his girth. Your back arched forward as everything inside you tightening before you’re burst. You cried out, trying to pull him closer as your wall clamped around him.

“That’s it, pet. Squeeze on my cock,” he grunted as he moved quicker and harder in and out of your spent body. A low guttural noise escaped from his lips as he came, spurring his milky white seed into you. Your body jerked and twitched when you felt him pumping you through his release.  

Loki coughed himself before he could crush you, and rolled over onto his back. You were gasping for air at this point. Perspiration slick your body as you stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting for your body to come down from the high.

Loki pulled a heavy fur blanket atop of you as he pulled you to his body. The warmth made it difficult to keep your eyes open as exhaustion overtook you. Loki felt your body relax as you laid there in his arms, clearly passed out from exhaustion.

He listened to your snoring softly as your smaller form burrowed into his. A part of him felt guilty. He was a god, for fuck sake. He was a powerful, majestic being, yet here he shivered at the admission of his crime. Perhaps what he did was out of bound, but he ran out of patience. 

He wanted you the moment he laid eyes on you that one fateful day, when you rescued him from the hunter trap when he took the form of a wolf pup. Your kindness touched him to the very core that he had to come up with something to bring you to him. And so, he disguised himself as a blind monk, convincing the villagers to offer you as his sacrifice, or they would feel the wrath of the old Trickster God. Filled with desperation and hatred toward you, the villagers did just that. His plan fell into place so smoothly like he predicted, but he did misjudge villagers’ cruelty.

He should apologize and perhaps tell you the truth–the real truth of how you came under his possession, but the moment you touched him, those words seemed to melt into nothingness. To admit that he orchestrated your whole demise would only pull you away from him, and he couldn’t allow that. 

You didn’t have to fret though, because you would be with him forever. No one could hurt you now, and if they did, they would suffer the wrath of the Great Black Wolf. The Trickster God.

Loki placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he quietly got out of bed. His pale skin slowly faded into a deep azure. His eyes turned blood red. Golden jewelry adorned his body along with the golden horn helmet he was known for. Loki turned, watching you once over before he walked out of the chamber door.

He had an unfinished business to take care of after all. 

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

You what gets me? That Loki, our Loki, will probably never have any meaningful interaction with the characters that were his family ever again. Definitely not with Thor. No motivational pep-talks with Frigga and Odin for Loki. So, in episode 3 of the series, when Sylvie and Loki are sitting together on the train and she actually asks him about his “adoption”, in that moment she is the closest thing to a family member he’s got left (that is if we are to believe that she’s a Loki too, and had a Frigga and Odin of her own) and she’s actually asking him about it. She’s the first and only person to ever ask him about it.

“Didn’t they tell you?”

Hoo boy, what a loaded question, right??

And when I was watching it, I thought, ok, here we go. But instead he just…”yeah, of course they told me, eventually…” ??? I couldn’t believe they had him just skippity-do-da over that so blithely! I mean, there’s a little bit more to it than that, isn’t there? I mean, yeah, of course they told him eventually, yeah! Of course they did! It just so happens that they had no other choice BUT to tell him at the time, because he was standing there turning ice cold and blue and they literally could not lie to his face anymore, but yeah, of course they told him eventually! I mean, what do you think they are, a couple of stone-cold lyin’ jerks?

It was kind of a defining moment for Loki, if not THE defining moment. And here someone is finally asking him about it, and is willing to listen to the answer, and at first I thought Loki was going to finally get to open up and tell someone what happened and how it made him feel, but now I realize that the whole conversation doesn’t exist so that Loki can finally open up and share his feelings. Oh God no. The conversation exists as yet another example of why Loki is a weak, spoiled, privileged Prince who was lucky to be taught magic by his wonderful mother, and the poor, amazing, incredible Sylvie was not.

That’s when my willingness to give this show a chance completely soured. It really isn’t about him, and they never wanted it to be, not like that. It’s not so much about him as it is that he’s just in it. He’s just there. A prop. The most attractive tool in their tool box.

It's funny because this is supposed to be the same Loki who, just a couple of nights ago, had a somewhat conversation with Thor about his true parentage and he was very, very much NOT okay with it.

OMG I couldn't agree more with you anon!

They went from this

and this

to this

Like it was no big deal, like he didn't have a meltdown after he found out (they didn't tell him, he found out!), like both Odin and Frigga didn't try to manipulate him after the fact.

Like you I wanted that chat with Sylvie to be an opportunity for Loki to talk about it, stop calling it "adoption", express his feelings about his heritage and finally come clean with how bad he had been mistreated all his life because of his origins. But that chat wasn't about him at all, the only purpose was to show Sylvie knew all along and her family had told her because she's such a good girl.

[earlgreydream]

Jealous

| loki x reader | smut |

Loki ignores you and you devise a plan to make him jealous, but you’re in too deep when it backfires. 

warnings: spanking, punishment, sex (obviously)

A drink was pushed into your hand, a the fake smile on your face was dazzling. A designer gown that cost more than a car was draping your body, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

Stark’s parties were loud and long and obnoxious. The host of the party was drunk and enthusiastically telling stories of his genius success. Reporters followed around your coworkers like dogs, three of them interrogating you at the moment. You could barely find it in you to give them any attention, your eyes intently resting on your boyfriend. He was leaned against a wall in an all-black suit, drinking champagne with a harrowing scowl on his face. You had to drag him to the party, and he’d left you to stand in a quiet corner as soon as reporters had flocked to you. The public wasn’t fond of Loki, and you knew that. They were unable to forgive him for his attempted takeover, though it had been years. You hated the judgement of the public against Loki, especially when he was accused of corrupting you.

You were America’s darling, the golden girl of the avengers. A late addition to their team, you were adored by everyone for your sweet personality and generally bubbly attitude. The media was scathing when discussing your relationship with Loki, accusing him of manipulating you. They would never be able to understand the love and devotion you had for each other.

However, tonight, he was in a sour mood. You were annoyed that he had abandoned you to fend for yourself against the press, especially after he’d put up such a fight to come in the first place. Your eyes narrowed at him as you made eye contact across the party, and his gaze was hard as he lifted his glass to his lips.

You grew more and more frustrated the more time that passed. You wanted attention, you wanted him by your side, you wanted his hands on you, you wanted him.

“Y/N! How do you feel about Stark’s new weapons line? Have you used any?” A reporter captured your attention. You turned to him, flashing a smile.

“Yes, actually! Stark is a genius as always.” You laid your hand on his arm, giggling at a joke he made. You could feel Loki’s eyes on you, and you could practically feel the jealousy brewing. The reporter blushed and began to stammer, making you smile wider.

“Stark! Come tell them about your weapons!” You called as he passed. He never passed up an opportunity to talk about himself, and he wrapped an arm around your waist with an intoxicated grin. You shot Loki a challenging look, leaning your head on Tony’s shoulder and laughing at something he said.

You slipped out of his grasp, taking the opportunity to get away from the reporters. You walked to the bar, standing Bucky and ordering another cocktail.

“We can feel his jealousy radiating off of him. You’re making him angry.” Bucky warned you, referring to Loki.

“I don’t care. Maybe if he was so jealous he could at least stand by me.” You shrugged, and Bucky seemed uneasy.

“Y/N, you’re playing a dangerous game-”

“Let him be mad if he wants.” You swallowed a generous amount of my drink, and Bucky dropped it, giving up on trying to warn you.

“Dance with me.” You said to Bucky, setting your empty glass down on the bar.

“Y/N, you’re going to really piss him off-”

“You’re dating Steve, I don’t think Loki needs to worry.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Bucky to dance with you. He relaxed as he expertly moved your body along with the music, dipping you low to the ground.

“Excuse me.” You left Bucky after a couple of songs, walking to the restroom.

After drying your hands, you went to fix your hair in the mirror. A startled gasp left your lips as Loki suddenly appeared behind you, wrapping his hand around your throat.

“Loki-?” You were caught off guard, and you were dragged back and pinned to his chest, seeing his green eyes blaze with anger in the mirror.

“What are you playing at, Y/N? Are you trying to make me jealous?” Loki gave you an opportunity to confess and apologize, but you looked back at him, standing your ground.

“I’m just having fun at the party. Just because you pout in the corner doesn’t mean I can’t talk to reporters and dance with a soldier boy.” You taunted him, feeling his grip tighten around your throat.

“Why are you being a brat? Is it because you’re so fucking desperate for my attention, you’ll get it any way you can?” Loki’s voice was dangerously low, but you refused to show your anxiety.

“I can get attention from anyone.” You dug yourself deeper, and Loki bent you forward over the counter.

“Loki!” You gasped, tugging at the magic binds that held your wrists to the faucet. The cold marble was pressed against your chest, the edge of the counter digging into your hips, pushing your ass out.

“Not so bold now?” Loki mocked as you struggled.

“Have you lost your mind? Someone could walk in-”

“Let them. You wanted to flirt and whore around, so let them walk in and see you bent over the counter for me.” He snapped, and your eyes widened. As much as you hated it, the threat made arousal pool between your thighs.

You knew it was an empty threat, Loki would never let anyone see your body. You knew the door was magicked shut, but his words still made warmth spread through your belly.

“You’re mine. You’re mine alone, and I didn’t realize I would have to remind you.” He ran his hands down your sides, and you looked up at him in the mirror, your eyes widened when you saw his suit was gone, and he was standing naked behind you.

“I’m yours.” You breathed, squirming against the counter, trying to arch off the cold stone. His hands went under you, groping your breasts roughly. You squeaked as he rolled your nipples between his fingers through the thin fabric of your dress, and you rested your forehead against the countertop as heat seeped through your panties.

“Loki, I’m-- ah-- I’m sorry!” You shrieked as he pinched roughly, making your back arch. 

“I’m going to make you remember that nobody could ever touch you like me or make you feel good.” He hissed in your ear, making you moan eagerly, nodding.

“After I punish you for acting like a brat.” He finished, a yelp leaving your lips as he slapped your ass with force, pain stinging through your skin. He lifted your dress to bunch around your hips, leaving your ass exposed to him. 

“A black lace thong, hm?” He snapped it, making you jerk. Soft yelps caught in your throat as he delivered several more slaps to your ass, and you tugged pathetically, failing to free your wrists. You knew he could see your arousal dripping down your thighs, and you blinked away moisture from your eyes, trying to look at him in the mirror. 

“Loki, please!” You begged him, wanting him to ease up on your ass and fuck you like you wanted.

“Please, what, Y/N?” He taunted, knowing exactly what. He wanted to hear you say it, to further your embarrassment. He spanked you again when you didn’t answer, and you swallowed your shyness. 

“Please, fuck me!” You cried, and he tore off your thong, kicking your legs open wider. You wanted to touch him, and you yanked on your hands, but he didn’t let them go.

“You’re fucking soaked, you dirty girl. Was it from dancing with the soldier?”

“No, no, it’s from you.” Your voice was broken as you struggled to speak. 

He dragged his fingers through your folds, and you writhed as he stroked at your opening, avoiding your clit and not entering you. He was making you writhe and beg for him, completely at his mercy.

“Needy girl.” He mocked your pathetic whimpers. 

You screamed as he fully entered you in one thrust, his hips connecting with the heated skin of your ass. You choked on moans as he relentlessly snapped his hips, hitting you deep with every thrust. The roughness burned, but pleasure was coursing through your body, making it easier to ignore. You tried to grind against the edge of the counter, needing stimulation on your clit in order to cum.

“No, you will not come. You’ve been a brat and throwing yourselves at other men. So you are going to bend over and take what I give you, and you’re going to hold it.” He ordered, making you sob desperately. 

“Please, please, please!” You squealed helplessly and he held you still as he emptied his seed into you, coming inside of your tight heat. You whimpered as he pulled out, using his fingers to push his thick seed back inside of you as it dripped. You were shocked at his willingness to just leave you. 

Loki was an incredible lover, always attentive and making sure you came multiple times. The sharp contrast of his dominating roughness left you jarred and unsatisfied. 

He knelt down and pressed a kiss to your aching cunt, making you shudder as he stood back up. 

“Come on, darling. Stark’s party has another couple hours. You did want me to stand by you for interviews, didn’t you?” Loki hummed, slipping your dress to fall back down over your legs. 

“Loki, I don’t know if I can walk.” He laughed, releasing the invisible bonds on your wrists and pulling you up to stand. He held your jaw and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, leaving your head spinning.

“You’re so pretty in this dress, darling. Come on, let’s go enjoy the party.” 

You walked out of the bathroom, his hand on your lower back. He murmured affirmations in your ear, and put a drink in your hands, smiling at Bucky and Steve as they chatted with you. 

“Y/N, how is everything with your boyfriend, here?” A reporter asked you, and you leaned back into Loki’s chest. You fought off the urge to slip into subspace after the sex, and you gave the reporter a dreamy smile.

“It’s amazing. Loki is wonderful to me, as always.” You answered, looking up at the young god who smiled down at you. You were dazed as you kept up with the party, and there wasn’t a second without Loki’s hands somewhere on your body.

“Loki, please, this party is too much.” You whispered to him. You wanted to go back to the privacy of your suite, and be alone with Loki. He gave into your request, whisking you away back to your bedroom. 

“I need you, I need you to make me come. I’m sorry I was a brat.” You babbled softly, and he gently kissed you, slipping the dress off of your shoulders and helping you step out of it. 

“I’m going to take care of you darling, relax.” Loki hummed into your neck before laying you down carefully on the bed. He was attentive to the fact he’d destroyed you earlier, and he knelt down between your legs to eat you out instead of putting you through another round of fucking.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you, I just wanted attention!” Your words came out in shaky breaths as he licked through your folds, pulling your clit between his lips.

“My darling, I know. I love you, I’m no longer upset. If you want my attention you need only ask. Now hush and let me make my gorgeous girl feel good.” He said with a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You weaved your fingers into his black hair, rocking against his face as he ate you out, bringing you to the edge within minutes. 

“Loki!” 

“Let go, darling.” He coaxed you, and the coil in your belly snapped with a scream. You throbbed as you came, and he rode you through it, licking up everything that dripped from your aching center. 

“I love you,” He said softly, pulling you to lay in his arms and lulling you to sleep.

[skipperauroras]

Rant of the day

I hate both Sylvie and Mobius, I hate both Sylki and Lokius, can’t Loki just have someone who doesn’t abuse him for crying out loud! like even just a friend that can be there for him. or if he is in a relationship, get him someone who would treat him right, that’s all I’m asking damnit! I’m just mad that people fight over Sylki and Lokius when I think both pairings are toxic as hell. I’m so mad that Marvel and it’s bad writers for this god awful show encourages Sylki to be shipped as well, like she is abusing that man, and yeah it is abuse, calling someone names, and treating them badly despite knowing NOTHING about them is ABUSE, it’s like bullying, not only that she does one of the most freaking hypocritical things I’ve ever seen someone do, she all like ‘I can’t trust you, you’re mischievous, ect’ then she is the one that is the betrayer, by sending Loki back to TVA, I hate that hypocritical bitch. Then There’s Mobius who constantly messes with Loki’s emotions, like the boy didn’t have emotional trauma already so you decide to make it worse, and they call this freak of a asshole therapeutic, oh like HELL NO, if that was my therapy I think I’d go insane and my mental health would be even worse. Mobius manipulates Loki in many traumatic ways, what a wonderful way to spend your time after you’ve been tortured by a grape bastard on steroids, only to be tortured again by some dumbass with a moustache. Also some random ass stranger telling you how terrible you are, despite said terrible stranger has done the same things if not worse, yes Mobius has done more worse things then Loki, Mobius is a big fucking hypocrite just like stupid ass sylvie. these are the ships people are fighting over? honestly that’s pathetic, both of these ships are terrible as hell, and they hurt Loki tremendously, honestly anyone who ships them probably just doesn’t give a damn about Loki’s well being at all. I’m really mad about the fact that Sylvie and Mobius are both treated like hero's despite doing so much more worse than Loki. I wish Disney would have gave me an actual series about Loki and Loki only but I know now I will never get my wish. I don’t like sitting around waiting for them to ruin my favorite characters life even further but there’s nothing I can do about it, and I absolutely hate it. 

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝑅𝐸𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅

PART ONE

𝙇𝙊𝙆𝙄 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Bored after staying on Asgard your entire life, you decide to sneak on earth. But what happens when Steve falls irrevocably in love with you, the Queen of Asgard, wife of Loki.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: yandere, obsession, death, violence, cursing, manipulation. If you find any of this triggering, please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.  

ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ

As you know my previous account got deleted and therefore I have to post this again... Hope you guys like it!

SERIES MASTERLIST || MASTERLIST

You sat reading a book in the ethereal gardens of the Palace, with your back pressed against a tree. Loki had brought that book from Midgard. You loved reading, and Loki always got you books from all over the nine realms. That’s how you had bonded in the very beginning.

As you read the book, you had a feeling you already knew what was going to happen, as if you had already read it. So, you closed it and stared at the grand garden before you. Filled with plethora of flowers, the sweet smell diffusing in the air, the palette of colors pleasing the eye.

“Do you need something?” Your maid asked. You shook your head, “I don’t, and even if I needed something I would take it myself.” You gave her a smile at that.

You were the daughter of a common farmer; you were independent since your birth. You had a habit of doing everything by yourself and even despite it being years since marrying Loki, you still couldn’t quite get adjusted to maids. They weren’t servants for you, they were your friends. Your humility and intelligent was something Loki had fallen head over heels for.

The entire Asgard was happy and wonderfully surprised when Loki had announced that he would be marrying you. A common girl with barely any powers was marrying the God of Mischief and the king of Asgard; that had generated quite the rumors, some even thought it was one of his pranks. Even you were worried, but Loki had chased all your worries away.

Despite Thor being the elder brother, Loki had been crowned as the king. Though Thor was powerful and had immense strength, he neither wished to be the king, nor did he have the time to be one. He was rather busy with Midgard and thus Loki had taken the mantle.

When it came to you, even despite being the God of Lies, Loki never lied. He was the best husband you could ask for. Taking your opinions in consideration, asking for your help, cherishing you, loving you more than anybody else. He didn’t rule Asgard alone, no, he ruled Asgard alongside you.

You had changed him; from the selfish Loki whose heart was filled with vengeance, you had made him into a noble and beloved king. But still he never stopped pulling pranks on you, and you took it just as lightly. He was still very mischievous at his heart and you had accepted him with all he brought along.

There was just one thing he didn’t allow: you visiting Earth. And that was only because he was worried for you. The people of Midgard had not taken his attack lightly, and they were still very much furious. Though they were now on good terms, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. You were his everything.

And visiting Earth at least once was one of the only things you wanted. Literally everyone had been to Midgard except you. Even Loki and definitely Thor frequented Midgard, but not you. Once a month you both used to come to that topic and he would brush you off, promising you to take somewhere else. And that maybe fueled your need to go to Midgard even more.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” When you heard his sweet yet authoritative voice, you smiled softly. Lost in thoughts you hadn’t even noticed he was sitting beside you. You inhaled deeply, “I was thinking about the forbidden fruit. I was thinking what would go wrong if I went to Midgard. Just once Loki, just once. That’s the only thing I ask of. I’ve heard the Earth is circular, unlike Asgard!” You asked giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Now my beloved, how many times, huh? How many times do I have to list the reasons why you shouldn’t visit Midgard. I won't be able to live if something happens to you. I will go insane, there won’t be a point in living.” He gently took your chin between his fingers and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.  

“I know Loki, I love you too. But aren’t your relations with Earth better now? And Thor goes there all the time and so do you! And I have powers Loki!” You had the powers of making anyone reveal the truth. You were a rarity; a commoner with powers. Your ability to extract truth was really an ace at your side while ruling Asgard.

“We don’t know if someone is holding any grudge. I can’t risk it. Ask me anything, I will search the entire universe for it and bring it upon your feet. Just not Earth. Now I don’t want to ruin such a perfect day by arguing with you.” Before you could speak further, he shut you with a kiss.

As you both laid in each other embrace, you got lost in the abyss of his eyes. “Oh Loki, do you know how much I love you?” With eyes full of mischief, “Well you do know a certain way to show your love, my beloved wife.” He quipped.

~~~

Today Thor was leaving for Midgard. And at the same time, you had made your plans to sneak. You had started wondering if Loki had a mistress there, well what else could be his reason for not permitting you to visit Earth.

One part of the plan was already in action. You had shared your concerns with Heimdall. He had been awfully quiet but when you had pleaded and asked of it as a favor for his Queen, he had agreed. On the condition that you would return within 3 days, or else he would pull you back to Asgard. You had happily agreed.

The plan was simple, while he would transport Thor, you would go too, you just had to stand close enough to Thor. All excited, you got ready in the best of your clothes. You knew they didn’t dress like this on Midgard, but you had an impression to make as the Queen of Asgard.

The dark green silk robe complimented your emerald wedding ring; you wore button earrings and connected them to your hair clip with chains. You let your hair down but not without braiding few locks of hair; your right index and ring fingers were adorned with your best rings. You wanted to wear your crown, but decided it would be too much for Midgardians; after all you were going there for vacation, you had no plans of ruling earth.

Not many were there to say goodbye to Thor, the Prince travelled very frequently. You were glad that today neither Loki nor the warriors were there. “Goodbye Thor, have a safe journey!” You said as you stood a little too close to him. It was your signal for Heimdall to transport you to Midgard. “Thank you, sister...” before Thor could complete his sentence, you were both sucked into the wormhole.

~~~

It was a.... cool experience to say at least. To be honest, you had no idea. You had kept your eyes closed through half of the journey, and you had probably screamed your throat dry. You did travel through the Bifrost at times but Loki always held you tight. Today though you were spinning all by yourself in the rainbow tunnel. Thank the Norns, it was over faster that you expected.

As Thor landed gracefully in the Avengers compound, you landed straight on your ass and skidded halfway across, bruising you elbow and knuckles.

Thor’s voice boomed aloud, as you tried to get up rubbing your aching ass, “Oh dear Sister! Are you alright?” He said as he helped you get up, “Well, Heimdall didn’t tell me how to land.” You tried to lighten the mood.

“There must have been some mistake. Don’t worry I’ll call Heimdall to send you back.” He said softly while rubbing your elbow as he began praying to Heimdall.

“Uhh, well Thor, that’s not needed. And this... this wasn’t an accident at all. I kind of made a deal with Heimdall and he sent me here...” Thor’s eyes widened with shock and what you thought was anger. You had never ever seen Thor get angry at you, ever. And you were truly scared now.

Thor and you were best of friends. It was as if you two were siblings, not Thor and Loki. As you looked at him now, you knew you had truly screwed up. You knew your decision would anger Loki, but his anger you could handle. You weren’t quite sure about it with respect to Thor.

“You did what? You aren’t supposed to be here! You are going back to Asgard before anyone sees you.” He held you by your elbow and it hurt like hell. “But Thor,...” you tried pleading. Maybe you had not guessed the extent of your family’s anger correctly and you knew you were going to pay for it badly.

“I wasn’t asking you.” He said in an impersonal tone. “You need to understand this is for your own good.” You were tired of listening to the same thing over and over again for so many years. And you finally snapped.

“Tell me the truth Thor! I know that’s not the only reason, why don’t you people want me to come here? Does... does Loki have a mistress here? Huh? I’m so sick of listening to you people give me all kinds of stupid reasons to keep me away from here! You know, if maybe you had not reinforced the fact that I’m not allowed to visit Midgard again and again, then maybe I wouldn’t be so obsessed with coming here.” You couldn’t hold your tears back.

“It’s not what you are thinking, trust me sister, Loki only loves you. But we need to go now and don’t use your powers on me.” You snatched your hand away from him. He was correct in guessing your intentions, you were going to use your powers on him to make him say the truth. But his anger held you back. After all, he was your family, and this visit to earth was just three days long.

“There’s one catch; you can’t take me back. I told you, I’ve made a deal with Heimdall. It includes that He won’t open the Bifrost for me to leave Earth until the evening of the third day!”

~~~

The Avengers were all gathered in the briefing room. Thor was coming back and they needed to discuss an important upcoming mission. As Steve stood telling everyone about the mission, they could hear the tell-tale noise of the rainbow tunnel as they called it.

Tony yawned loudly and stood up from his chair, he was least bit interested in the meeting and just wanted to get out. “Thor is here. We should go meet him.” He said stretching. Steve rolled his eyes, while Nat and Clint got up.

“We can continue, Thor knows where to come.” Steve interjected. “I guess Tony is right on this one.” Wanda said shrugging. Before they could continue, they heard the noise of Thor and a lady arguing. Her voice was vaguely familiar.

“Let’s go!” Tony said excitedly as he hoped to get a little more spice on this dull day. Reluctantly even Steve joined the entire group as they walked outside. Thor was facing them and from his gestures even they knew he was truly angry. The lady had her back to them, her golden magic swirling around her hand, showing her anger and annoyance at Thor. She was dressed in the finest fabric.  

Thor stood still and suddenly stopped fighting as he saw literally all of the Avengers looking at the two of them with keen interest. You saw his stunned and somewhat worried expression, so before he could stop you whipped your head around.

The moment you turned, Steve’s heart stopped in his chest. He couldn’t believe his eyes. This was not true; this couldn’t be true. You were just like in his dreams, if not more beautiful. Your eyes pulled him in like sirens calls. Your voice a sweet balm on his heartache. You looked like a goddess, and he was sure you were one. But, how could you possibly be here? So very real, standing in front of him in all your grace, just as if to taunt him.

You tilted your head in confusion, all of them, literally all of them were staring at you as if they had seen a dead person walk out of the grave. “Uh, well, you must be the Avengers I’ve heard so much about! It was rude of us to fight out here, and I apologize for the commotion. Let me introduce myself, I’m Y/N, The Queen of Asgard and the wife of the beloved King Loki.”

As you said the words, all of the Avengers’ eyes widened with confusion, as fear and anger gripped their hearts.

[lokiskitten]

Loki Laufeyson | the special room

Loki X fem!reader

Plot : You’re a girl part of Loki’s harem, and that against your will. But now, he owns you, and makes sure to daily remind you that you’re his property, and his property only.

Warnings : mention of smut, dirty talking, master X pet relationship, mention of polygamy.

Sitting down beside your friend, the drapes of your relevant outfit gently brushed against the skin of your bare thighs. The jewels that adorned your necklace blinged under the light which was created by the many candles in Loki’s so called special room. More than ten girls resided here, day and night, waiting for their master to be back after a long day of minding his own personal businesses. All of those unfortunate ladies wore the same outfit, which was composed of a luxurious strapless bra, accompanied by a rather intriguing shorts which revealed most of their butt cheeks. Silky drapes escaped the panties, falling down to the level of their knees which added a touch of civilization to their dehumanizing grown. The materials were a mixed of green and gold, the favorite colors of their master which he adorned himself daily : Loki Laufeyson.

Oh, how the girls feared him. His harsh ways forced all of them to submit to his demands, wether they were pleasing or not. Thankfully, the man wasn’t necessarily asking for intercourses, and would sometimes request long lasting massages and cuddles coming from his living belongings. He enjoyed to be praised, often requesting orgies from his pets as the thought of getting to control many girls in one go only led his many orgasms to feel even better. Being in lack of affection, the need of receiving such gestures immediately became understandable. However, in the ladies’ eyes, this didn’t excuse Loki’s rough and inappropriate acts. Often, he would punish them, either using his own hands or whatever appropriate object he could easily lay his hands on. The powerful demigod loved leather, involving this material during both intercourses and painful punishments.

Suddenly, the door finally swung open, the familiar silhouette appearing in the entrance of the bedroom. The girls barely twitched, and the few ones who did were mostly the ones who feared him the most. Those girls were the ones who had arrived here recently, meanwhile the ancients had learned to deal with their master’s moods through pain and time. To top it off, he seemed peculiarly aggravated, which guaranteed a painful night for the young girls part of his harem. Dominantly, you watched as Loki made his way towards his bed, the door automatically closing behind him as he then decided to lay down onto the luxurious mattress covered in many sheets and pillows. His thumb rubbed against his index finger as he held one of his legs folded, eyes scanning the room in quest of a docile kitten to spend a little bit of pleasuring time with. Unfortunately for you, your orbs ended up gazing up at the wrong time, immediately leading the demigod to grow particular interest in your silhouette- though you remained a pet amongst a lot of others.

A smirk formed on his face, head tilting slightly as Loki used his index finger to let you know he wanted you to come to him. Obediently, you got up and shyly stepped until the bed, instinctively climbing onto his lap as soon as you had noticed the way he decided to flatten his legs. His hands traveled up to your hips, a forced smile appearing onto your lips to make sure that he would feel pleased by all of your acts. Whenever he was in a vulnerable state, any mistake, as small as it could be, was usually a one way ticket to a painful punishment. A groan escaped Loki’s lips as he started to grind you against his hips, green eyes intensely focusing onto your crotch. “Mmh..” His deep and raspy voice would’ve probably sounded like the sweetest and most enhancing melody to any woman who wasn’t forced into such an act of filth. Unfortunately, that wasn’t your case.

“You’re always so good to me.” The demigod stated, orbs finally looking up at your irises as he locked eyes with you. Through time, you had progressively taken notes about your master’s likes and dislikes. He enjoyed making eye contact, watching the pleasure or pain displaying in people’s orbs. In fact, he believed that eye contact was the best way to read through anyone’s soul. But face to your silence, Loki decided to put his mischief to good use. “Don’t you enjoy pleasing your master?” He questioned on a rather sensitive tone, manipulating you into guilt and shame. Your breath itched, a lethal error which allowed the demigod to know that his sadistic attempt to put you in an uncomfortable state was working.

Loki’s chuckle echoed through the room, most of the other girls minding their own business as they praised the fact that they hadn’t been chosen which therefore allowed them to get some extra rest. Meanwhile, you stood on Loki’s lap, trying your best to be as flawless as possible. The grip he held onto your hips tightened, a threatening move which once again caused your breath to itch. Though you never looked away, constantly making eye contact as you knew that breaking it would’ve been another fatal error to add to the never ending list. “Come on. I’m just messing with you.” The man ended up admitting, finally allowing yourself to breath out normally whilst he enjoyed tormenting you in such a vicious way.

Unfortunately, the god of mischief was far from being done with you. His hand reached out for your upper arm, pulling you to the side and soon forcing you to lay down beside his resting body. The drapes of your outfit brushed against his clothed legs, which he noticed and jumped on the occasion to toy with it. Meanwhile, your hand decided to take the initiative to gently rub against his chest, being aware that your master- as horrible as it was to admit it- enjoyed cuddles and that it could only be a plus to behave depending on his likings. It was important to gain his trust and peculiar affection, as it most of the time guaranteed painless intercourses. “Mmh..” he moaned again, hand gently travelling up to your lips for you to praise each of his fingers. And again, you obeyed, lips soon starting to lay kisses onto the back of his hand and his thumb.

However, the gentle gesture suddenly took an unexpected turn when your master decided to harshly grip onto your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together. His eyes came in contact with yours, hesitant breath once again taking over your naturally relaxed pace as you grew scared of the man before you. Many questions wandered through your brain, wondering what you’ve done wrong and what he expected to do in order to fix it. But the tricky thing was, you hadn’t committed any mistake. “Do you ever think about leaving this place? You wouldn’t stand a chance face to the outside world, you mewling little kitten.” He spoke, words being harsh yet right. Often, your mind thought about escaping his harem and risking your life for freedom. Unfortunately, you weren’t aware that your master was able to read your mind. Or could he really?

Though, your head simply shook in attempt to physically let him know that you wouldn’t allow yourself to do such a thing. He remained silent, hand progressively sliding off your face and setting you free in a matter of never ending seconds. But Loki remained skeptical, green orbs scanning every single of your facial features in quest of any lurking lies. You didn’t move, body remaining completely motionless as you once again remembered about the never ending list of mistakes that could’ve cost you great pain. A grin ended up forming on his face, hand travelling down to your closed crotch which he caressed delicately. “Ease up, kitten. And remember that your soul belongs to me forever.”

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[worstloki]

hi! do you have any recommendations for loki/tesseract fic, but like, cube edition? Like no humanoid form or anything for tess just a straight up Box and everyone around them is like ????

yep! note that not all of these are *romantic* but do have Loki and the Tesseract attached - and that the ones towards the end on this list have a lil Infinoki as well (there is a Tesseroki collection on ao3 as well as a Loki/Infinity Stones one!)

Entanglement by Stellophia, worstloki : Broken, exhausted, and fresh out of the torture chamber, Loki arrives on Earth to fetch the Tesseract for the Mad Titan, but instead... finds himself connected to it through a soul-bond. Which is odd, to say the least, because the Tesseract is an ancient entity of unimaginable cosmic power, and Loki has never been one for any sort of sexual or romantic love anyway.

Extreme badassery, well-deserved vengeance, and dates across Europe ensue. [COMPLETE]

A Deep Mark by withthekeyisking : Thor and Heimdall agreed that they'd both watched Loki die too many times. Because of that, it was understood that if it was within their power, neither of them would let it happen again.

With that in mind, Heimdall sends Loki to earth along with Bruce. [COMPLETE]

truth more than knowledge by Lise : When Loki sees the Tesseract sitting in the Vault, of course he's going to take it. He can't possibly do anything else.

No, really. He can't. [COMPLETE]

Dissonance by Stellophia : Hel, Loki discovers, is very different from what Asgard’s bards described it as—it’s called Sanctuary, for one.

No one survives the Void, he knows; no one survives the complete and utter lack of matter and of sensation and everything except a sea of empty space of the cosmic abyss, the choking pitch-black darkness, and the numbing near-absolute zero temperatures; no one survives a wormhole’s onslaught tearing their body apart into its very atoms. There is no way Loki could have been an exception. He is dead, as he meant to be.

Except, unless the Land of the Dishonoured Dead is ruled by the cult of the omnicidal maniac that has been culling entire planets in the outer sectors of the galaxy for tens of decades now, Loki is, rather unfortunately, somehow still alive.

And very, very fucked.

Or: Loki survives the embrace of the Void, only to find himself handed a fate a thousand times worse than anything Helheim could ever concoct.

Except, he’s not alone. [COMPLETE]

Abandoned Relics by Flyingbooks42 : Loki gets some moments to himself after being "offered" (read: coerced into through both emotional manipulation and physical threats) a job by the TVA and talks to the Tesseract. [COMPLETE]

Three Lokis enter the TVA by EriuSango : A Jötunn Loki, an Asgardian Loki and a Midgardian Loki enter the TVA. It sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it's also the beginning of this crackfic!

Luckily for them, Jötunn Loki is already an expert at breaking out of the TVA and is willing to help them all get out of there no matter what it takes.

In this absurd and trashy fanfic, our protagonist, the Midgardian Loki, will slowly discover what it means to be a Loki, and how much the TVA hates them. Except Casey, but Casey doesn't hate anyone. [COMPLETE]

Loki's Death-Defying Adventures by Doctor_Disc0: Where did Loki go when he disappeared for a few minutes in Infinity War? What did he do during that time? And is a fourth-wall-breaking Loki too powerful? [ONGOING]

Unleashed by DragonTemple6 : What should have happened at the end of Avengers.

What happens when the mind control on Loki breaks? Who will suffer the wrath of a pissed off Chaos God? [COMPLETE]

Everyone's A Love Bird by worstloki : Bruce and Thor are getting chummy. Loki's getting successful with a cube. Valkyrie does not want to be on the Statesman. [COMPLETE]

The Great and the Small by IllegalCerebral : For the longest time Soul stood alone. She could feel her sisters out in the vastness of the universe and they called to each but never touched. They passed from world to world through the hands of tyrants and messiahs, heroes and villains but Soul stood alone. She was content to watch and wait. When you’ve been alive longer than the universe you have a very different sense of time after all.

The stones watch as Thanos makes his plans and the Avengers stand against him. They will not be bent to anyone's will and they have the power to prevent that. [COMPLETE]

Infinite by BurntOffering : In the deep black void of outer space, the body of Loki opens its eyes. [ONGOING]

Hollow Skies by SanguineNoctis: Loki's been captured by one of the Avengers but his punishment turns out to be far worse than he could ever imagine. [INCOMPLETE]

Infinity Love by GayRainbowBridge, Infinoki_Tesseroki : Thanos tortures Loki beyond measure in order to break his mind and spirit as the god of Mischief refuses to help Thanos in retrieving the Tesseract from Earth. Despite all of Thanos' best efforts to break the god, Loki won't submit.

As it turns out, each infinity stone Loki comes into contact with happen to like Loki and all eventually seek to protect him and even help him to foil Thanos's plans to annihilate half the universes population. [ONGOING]

Let Me Give You My Life by Whatafuckingdumbass : After Frigga's funeral, Loki starts hearing a voice. It changes their life completely. [COMPLETE]

Nonconforming Cyclic Cosmology by Flyingbooks42 : Conformal Cyclic Cosmology: a cosmological model in which the future timelike infinity of a universe is the Big Bang singularity of the next

“‘Undying.’ You should choose your words more carefully.” Ironic. Loki had chosen them perfectly.

In which death is only the beginning (and in a way the ending) of an eons-spanning plan to do the impossible. [ONGOING]

[anonymousfiction211]

Handcuffed together: 8 The party

The party

Today was the day that Steve finally woke up. When you heard the news your ran to the medbay, you had to see for yourself. Steve smiled brightly when he saw you and you engulfed him in a big hug. He grunted, still in pain and you loosened your grip.

‘Sorry’ you apologised. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘Like I have a hang-over, something I haven’t had in a very long time’ he smiled to himself. ‘I will be ok, (Y/N)’ he said. ‘Thanks for saving me’

‘Ehm.. actually, Loki did most of the work’ you admitted.

Steve frowned ‘Loki can do that?’

‘Yep, he’s teaching me currently’ you said.

Steve just laughed. ‘What’s so funny?’ you asked a bit wary.

‘To think a few weeks back we had to handcuff the two of you together, and now you are constantly with each other and he is even teaching you. It’s funny’ he said. ‘Are you sure there is nothing more to it?’

You hoped your face didn’t look as red as you think it looked. ‘Yes, just friends’ you replied a bit nervously.

‘I heard something else from Natasha’ he said.

‘What did you hear from her?’ you asked.

‘Apparently, Loki was quite cross with his brother the last mission. Hate to have missed that, I never knew Loki could be boyfriend material’ he answered.

Right before you could reply, the devil himself walked in. ‘Captain’ he nodded curtly.

‘Loki’ Steve said back as curtly as Loki.

‘How are you?’ Loki asked.

‘Great, thanks for helping me’ he said.

You saw for a quick second the surprise on Loki’s face. He wasn’t used to being thanked.

‘You’re welcome’ he replied hesitantly. Then he turned his attention to you. ‘You’re late’ he said.

‘Well, Steve was waking up. So, I think that is a good excuse’ you replied.

Before Loki could reply, Steve intervened. ‘Oh, don’t let me keep her from you. Go, (Y/N). I will see you tonight, Tony is already planning a big party’ he said while rolling his eyes. Loki looked very pleased, you rolled your eyes but followed the God to the training room.

Later that night

To say that Tony was throwing a big party, was quite the understatement. There were more people in the tower than you ever saw. The music was barely audible over the loud conversations, and alcohol was flowing freely. You had a blast, partying, and dancing with the rest of the team. Even Loki seemed to have a good time, mostly talking to people. He did scare a few of them, but that was to be expected from the God of Mischief. Halfway through the night, the party finally seemed to come to an end. Most of the team was sitting on the couch. Bruce went to bead early and Clint didn’t attend the party.  You and Tony were quite intoxicated. You noticed Loki watching you like a hawk. You actually wanted to sit on his lap, but you didn’t know if you were ready for everyone to know. Whatever you could call what you and he were doing. Even tough, most of the team knew that something was up already, thanks to Loki.

The sound of the alarm and the red warning lights had everybody on high alert in an instance.

‘J.A.R.V.I.S., what is going on?’ Tony yelled to the AI.

‘There are some unknown individuals down in the lab, sire’ the AI replied.

‘Shit, that can’t be good. Right, ehm.. everyone who can still function properly, split up. We will cover every entrance to the lab and trap them there’ Tony yelled.

Even tough Tony gave the command, he was clearly to drunk to actually put on his suit. The only people who were capable were Thor, Loki, Steve, and Natasha. Steve had ordered the rest to stay put and the four of them went downstairs to the lab. So, you were left on the couch with Tony. The alarm didn’t stop and you heard explosions. After a while, the doors of the room you were sitting in burst open. Loki was quickly advancing at you, and you immediately noticed that something was off. Before you could react he grabbed you by the throat and lifted you into the air. You panicked, you couldn’t breathe anymore and no matter how much you struggled against his grip, he was too strong for you.

It took a moment for Tony to react. He sprinted towards Loki, in an attempt to tackle him. But Loki just slapped Tony out of the way and he went flying across the room. You tried to plead but didn’t have a voice anymore. Thor finally burst through the doors and flew at Loki. You fell down on the ground hard but didn’t care. You were gasping for air and tried to stay conscious. Natasha was by your side in a second and Steve went to help Thor.

‘Are you okay?’ Natasha asked

‘Y- yeah, but what?’ you barely could make audible.

Before she could answer you saw Loki in your eyeline again. He advanced towards you. You saw Steve and Thor both on the ground grunting. Natasha stood up, putting her body between you and Loki, but he pushed her away hard. The only thing you could do, was cower in fear. Suddenly Thor’s hammer slammed into Loki’s head and he fell down. To your relief he was unconscious. It took a moment for the whole team to get up and walk towards you and Loki. Thor extended his hand and helped you to your feet. He pulled you close and you hold onto him for dear life. You couldn’t help but starting to cry.

‘It’s okay. When he wakes up he will be normal again’ Thor whispered while stroking your hair.

‘WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?’ Tony yelled to Thor.

‘We don’t exactly know. But they got to him, it wasn’t his fault’ Steve said quickly.

‘What do you mean they got to him?’ Tony wanted to know.

‘I don’t exactly know. But when we split up, Loki found the creatures first. They talked to him, there was some weird energy surrounding him. Then he stormed of to here and the creatures just disappeared’ Thor explained. You could feel his voice vibrating through his body.

‘Did you recognize them or heard anything?’ Steve asked.

Thor just shook his head. Everybody’s attention switched when Loki started to groan and grab his head. He slowly sat up right, while everybody watched him intently. He blinked a few time and scanned his surroundings. He looked a bit disoriented. Suddenly, he looked at you with horror. You looked away and tightened your grip on Thor, to your relief he did the same.

‘I think you have some explaining to do’ Natasha said.

‘You’re not going to attack again?’ Tony asked.

‘No’ Loki replied, you could tell he was struggling. ‘I- I’m so sorry. I don’t know where to start’ he said. ‘I need to leave’

He quickly got to his feet, but swayed a little. Getting hit in the head with Mjölnir had his effect on him. Thor grabbed your arms and guided you towards Steve. You put your arms around him and Steve let you. Thor walked towards Loki. ‘You’re not leaving, sit down’ he sat strictly. He pushed Loki backwards and he fell onto the couch.

‘I need to leave’ Loki said desperately. He got up right, but Thor pushed him back down. You could tell he was exhausted and didn’t have much strength at the moment.

‘Tell us what happened if you need to leave afterwards you can’ Natasha said.

‘That’s a lie’ Loki replied.

It was silent for a long time. Everybody was looking at Loki, wating for him to speak. Loki was visibly struggling to find the words, that was rare. ‘Alright. It’s quite a long story’ he said.

‘We have all the time we need’ Tony replied.

‘You actually don’t, but anyway.. there is someone out there who is collecting all the infinity stones. And his minions were looking for the sceptre’ he said.

When he didn’t continue Thor asked ‘Who?’

‘He is named Thanos’ Loki replied.

‘What happened down there between you and them?’ Natasha asked.

Loki gritted his teeth. ‘They.. they put me in a trance’ he said.

‘Why did you attack, (Y/N)?’ she went on.

‘It’s complicated’ he replied.

‘Try me’ she quipped back.

Loki looked away, ashamed. ‘My first intention wasn’t to come here and play the hero’ he said.

‘I KNEW IT!’ Tony exclaimed! ‘I knew we shouldn’t trust you’

‘Shut up, Stark’ Thor boomed. ‘Loki?’ he asked.

‘Look, I convinced Odin to let me come here to ‘redeem’ myself for my actions. I was planning on escaping and starting over elsewhere… but Thanos contacted me and gave me another chance. So, I was stuck here’ he explained.

‘Another chance? At what?’ Natasha asked.

‘Collecting the mindstone, after that the Tesseract from Asgard’ he said.

‘I’m not buying it. How could they manipulate you so easily?’ Tony asked sceptically.

‘Once you’ve been under mindcontrol for a while, it’s easier to control the same person again’ Loki said.

‘When were YOU under mindcontrol?’ Tony snorted.

‘New York’ Loki said, still gritting his teeth.

‘Bullshit, we won’ Tony said.

‘I intentionally lost, there is a difference’ Loki said angrily.

‘Alright, why do you need to leave then?’ Natasha asked. ‘And don’t you dare lie to us’ she added.

‘To speak the truth, my first intention was to grab the stones and kill you in the process. Thor would grief too much to notice the attack on Asgard and after that I would be free’ he said, still not being able to look at the team. After a pause he continued. ‘But.. I didn’t expect.. I mean, I hadn’t planned on. You know, not wanting to kill you all.. so, I thought my best chance was to help you and if Thanos came defeat him’ he said.

‘We will circle back to the killing us part, but the latter sounds like reasonable? What changed?’ Natasha inquired further.

‘I’m okay with Thanos killing me. But today they told me they wouldn’t. They would use me to kill her and then keep me alive until I die naturally, should I fail’ he said while fumbling his hands.

You just stared in shock at Loki, but he wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. ‘So, I need to leave’ he said then. Everyone stayed silent.

‘No’ you whispered, breaking the silence. You felt everyone’s eyes on you but couldn’t care less. The only eyes you stared into were Loki’s. A mix of horror, pain, hurt, hope and love danced over his face. He was trying hard to hold back tears, it shocked you to see the always so dominant and in control man reduced to this. You slowly walked towards him and to your surprise he backed away on the couch.

‘Don’t’ he whispered, his voice croaking a little.

You ignored him. You sat beside him on the couch and put your arms around him. He didn’t react for a minute. But then he put his arms around you, pulled you close and hang onto you for dear life.

The moment was ruined when Steve started to speak ‘All right, ehm. This is a lot. And still a bit vague. Maybe, we should go to bed and Loki, tomorrow you tell us everything. Every detail, only the truth. After that we will come up with a plan’

Loki let go of you and looked at Steve ‘The truth is, it would be easier for me to leave. That would fix all your problems’ he said.

‘You’re part of the team, and we look out for each other. So, the answer is no. And if you even think about leaving I will personally track you down and put you behind bars again, just to keep you here’ Natasha replied.

Loki cocked an eyebrow, surprised by this reaction. Most of the team just nodded, Tony however looked at the ground. ‘When you decided not to kill us anymore, your highness’ Natasha answered his silent question when he kept looking at her. Adding a bit of humour to lighten the mood.

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[honeycombstrawberry]

words are like weapons (pt. 1)

pairing: loki x mobius x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: 18+

word count: ongoing

one-sentence synopsis: loki and mobius find you at a crucial point in their stories, as well as a crucial point in yours, and all of you find what you least expected (and most needed).

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You’ve always known that you were different. However, you didn’t realize how different until you were a teenager.

That was when your abilities really started to become apparent. You had hit puberty and the powers of time manipulation had come. They were nothing at first, but they’ve grown colossally ever since. You’re an adult, now, and you’ve tried to hone your powers for years. It hasn’t been easy, and you’ve had to do most of it in secret, but you’ve mostly got it all under control, by now.

However, in the meantime, you sometimes feel as though you’ve been left behind. Friends of yours have gotten married; a few of them already have their own kids. All the time and effort you’ve put into trying to pull yourself together, to cultivate an image, to act normal — your friends got to spend that time finding the careers they wanted, falling in love with people you hardly know, and building lives that seem so different from those you had as children.

You still like to spend time with your friends. However, it’s hard to spend as much time with them as you used to. You find yourself spending a lot of time alone, working at the diner in the center of your hometown.

It’s the prime of your life, and you don’t know what you’re going to do next.

There aren’t that many paths for you. There are things you want to do, sure, but a lot of them aren’t possible for somebody like you. You try to be frank about what you want, and what you can actually see yourself doing, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Every day seems like it’s pretty much the same. You’re starting to get exhausted by all of it.

It’s not for a long time — too long, others might say, but you’re just trying to figure things out in your own time — before you realize that, if there’s one thing you  do have control over, it’s your own time.

So, you start small.

In the mornings, you pause time for maybe an hour or so. Just so you can read a little extra in the book you just checked out from the library, or so you can listen to records a while longer. At night, you’ll fast-forward time until your food is fully cooked, then pause time to actually enjoy your meal.

It gives you a better scope for things, after a while. A day means more when you deconstruct it the way you do.

However, it also starts to get away from you, after a while. Days start to smush together, a little bit. A day means more conceptually, but starts to mean less literally. Time starts slipping away, ironically enough; a week will have passed before you realize it has, no matter how many times you paused during it. What feels like a day could end up being a month. You’re a little disoriented. More than that, you feel like you’ve become so isolated, so disconnected.

You’ve never felt more lost. You pause time again this morning, just to take a breath, and you’re surprised to find that the sun is already up and the air is warm, even though it’s early in the morning — according to the kitchen clock. You didn’t realize it was already summer, and the thought disorients you.

This morning, you take extra time. You call the diner to let your boss know you’re not going to be able to come in today. Your voice is shaky, disoriented; he doesn’t ask questions, just tells you to rest up and feel better.

You don’t know what you want. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know if resting will help, but you  do know you’re exhausted. Bone-deep exhausted.

The morning is still paused, the same warm sunbeams unmoving above your head. You push open your front door and hesitate there on the steps of your cheap little house, wondering what to do next. The irony isn’t lost on you that you have absolutely all the time in the world — that you could theoretically do  anything right now, that time is literally frozen and the world is at your feet — and you still have no idea what to do with it.

You take a seat on your own front steps. After a moment, you lean back, reclining on your stairs. The edges of them dig into your ass, your back, your shoulders, your  skull, but you do it anyway. The pain grounds you in a way that little does, anymore. You let the sun bake into your skin; you absorb the warmth, you exhale, and you just try to enjoy the moment, for once.

You must doze off, because you snap back to full consciousness after a bit with a hazy sense of awareness. You realize the air has shifted; something feels wrong, like somebody is nearby.

It’s after you have that thought that you actually open your eyes and sit up. You realize you fell asleep with time still paused. You try not to do that — you don’t actually remember the last time you did — but, regardless, nobody else should be able to move around in a time pocket like this except for you.

You look around your tiny front lawn. There’s nobody that you see immediately, but you hear a rustling behind you. You look sharply, backing up onto the grass.

“Who is it?” you demand. Still, nobody says anything. You can still feel that someone is there, though. It feels like someone is watching you.

In a low voice, someone nearby says something. The hair on the back of your neck stands up; you just barely catch the end of the sentence, which is, “…sure this is the one?”

“Yes,” comes an answered whisper. Two people, then, at least. The fact that they can move, that they can speak, while you  know you still have time and space frozen around you — it’s terrifying. It was even almost exciting, if you could begin to process what was happening.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you risk saying. “I don’t know how you’re doing this, but please— please don’t hurt me, okay?”

You wish you were closer to your front door, now. You could run in, lock the door, grab a knife, if you needed. Out here, you feel vulnerable. Slowly, you turn around, trying to source where you heard the voices coming from. The hedges separating your house from your neighbors seem the most likely location.

You lift your hands up in a peaceable gesture, facing towards the hedges.

Again, you say, “Please—” but your voice breaks this time. You inhale deeply, then exhale slowly. The hedges rustle again, making your heart race. Two hands come out from the side, both of them empty like yours.

“We’re not here to hurt you,” one of the voices says. It’s at a clear speaking volume this time, no longer a whisper. “We’re not going to hurt you. It’s okay.”

You still stare at the bushes, unable to look away. Eyes locked on the greenery, you ask, “Who are you?”

“Can we come out?” the same voice asks. “We don’t want to scare you by jumping out and giving you a fright. Is that alright?”

You hesitate. You’re anxious, but it’s really the only choice you have. You could unfreeze time in a moment’s notice if need be, and you’re prepared to do so and shout for help if you need to. However, until that moment, your curiosity is starting to come out now that the people seem to be  slightly less of a threat.

“Okay,” you say cautiously. The hands come around the corner, attached to arms in suit sleeves. Eventually, a whole person is revealed, and you stay unmoving, watching as he steps slowly out from the hedges. He looks like a professional man from the city, wearing an unbuttoned brown suit and salt-and-pepper hair. You’re still wary, watching him. The second person who steps out has dark hair, long and pulled back. He doesn’t seem quite as professional, but he’s in a suit all the same — though his is black all the way through. His hands are empty, too. Both of them, however, have belts with a whole host of gadgets you don’t even recognize — and you own a television. You don’t take your eyes off of them.

“How are you able to walk around right now?” you ask. The two men glance at each other, then back to you.

“How are  you doing this?” the younger-looking man asks.

“Didn’t you read the file I gave you?” the older man says to him, turning. You watch as the younger man frowns, barely glancing at his partner. You don’t take your eyes off of them. They’re both so handsome, hypnotizingly so, but you’re trying not to let your guard down.

“What file?” you demand to know.

“Your file,” the younger man says. The older man gestures to you with a frustrated hand.

“It’s called  tact,  Loki,” he says. The other man — Loki, apparently — rolls his eyes, but the man continues, “It’s  subtlety. You have to work harder at being a people person if you want to stay in this job.”

“Who says I  want to stay in this job?” Loki hisses to him. The two of them glare each other down for a hard moment; you take the second to look past them. Just beyond them is a glowing orange — panel, almost. Nearly like a — doorway, hovering there, like in a scary story.

“What’s  that?” you ask. They break off staring at each other to turn to you. Loki keeps watching you, but the older man glances over his shoulder at the doorway as if surprised it was there at all.

“We’re from the TVA and we’re here to tell you to stop messing with time,” Loki tells you.

“From  where?”  you demand. You don’t know the names of all the secret organizations you know the government must have, but  TVA doesn’t sound good, and you don’t want any part of it.

“Loki, I  just said—” the older man starts to say, but the glowing doorway starts to shimmer and vibrate, cutting him off. All three of you look at the doorway. You can’t help but be terrified, unsure of what you were even looking at in the first place.

“That’s never happened before,” Loki comments.

“It has,” the other man says. “It’s never been good, though.”

“What’s happening?” you ask. The doorway rattles this time. One crack appears in the dead center of it.

“Huh. Well, I—” the older man says. “I’ve never seen  that before, I’ll be honest with you. That’s a little alarming.”

“Oh, good,” Loki says. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

“Please,” you say, and both of them turn back to you. “Please, I don’t know what you’re doing, if this is— If this is a show, or if you’re from the government, or whatever it is.” You lift your hands again and take a hesitant step back. “Whoever you are, please,  please, just leave me alone. Please don’t hurt me, just— just go.”

“We have to fix the timeline first,” Loki tells you. “Then, we’ll be on our merry way.”

“Not if something’s going on with our Time Door,” the man says. He pulls out some gadget from his belt and starts tapping away on it. You take another hesitant step backwards, heading for your front steps again. He turns to you, catching the movement, and says, “If you’ll just stand right there for a moment, please.”

You nod, pretending to stop moving. As soon as the man looks away, though, you start backing up again. The back of your heel hits the bottom step, and you cautiously slip up it, not taking your eyes off the men.

All at once, the orange doorway starts to crack apart into a million pieces. It seems like it’s fracturing apart for a long moment before it actually does, breaking into shards that vanish into thin air. You watch it as if you’re dreaming — it nearly feels like you are, but you can’t shake the knowledge that you’re completely awake, that all of this is very much real.

The older man runs for the door as it falls apart. Startled, you try to run backwards up your steps, but you stumble, your foot catching on the edge of one, and you start to fall. Before you can even start to rewind yourself to catch yourself, Loki has run from the hedges to catch you before you could hit the stairs and fall to the ground.

“You’re okay,” Loki tells you. He pulls you up to your feet, righting you, before he turns back to the other man. “Mobius. What happened?”

Mobius is still standing where the doorway thing was, staring at one of the gadgets held tight between his hands. He shakes his head, then turns back to Loki.

“I don’t know,” he says. “None of my tech is working.” He holds the gadget up. You’re not sure what it’s supposed to be doing, but it doesn’t seem to be doing anything at all. “What about yours? Anything?”

Loki releases you to pull a couple of little machines off of his belt. You lean slightly to watch over his shoulder as he tries to do something with them — you’re not quite sure what — but nothing appears to happen. Loki presses more insistently at the thing, but still, nothing.

The two men look at each other. Then, they both turn to you.

It’s Mobius who speaks first. “Would it be okay— Can I explain everything to you?”

“Are you going to hurt me?” you ask. You know their answer isn’t really going to matter, but you’re at least trying to get a read on them. It’s hard, but you think you can trust them not to hurt you. You’re not sure, but you’re hoping that’s the case.

“Absolutely not,” Mobius says. “We are part of the Time Variance Authority, that’s the TVA, and we make sure the timeline stays exactly as it should.”

You frown for a moment, trying to process the words that he’s said. It takes a beat, but you register this  definitely has to do with your time manipulation.

“Look,” you say, frustrated, “I don’t have any control over the fact that I can do this. I try to never bother others, I never mess around, I just do it to— to read, and to relax. I  never do anything to—”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Mobius insists. “We’re not bad guys. We just clean up the timeline. We don’t hurt anyone. We come in, we get out.”

“And the door?” you ask. Mobius looks back towards the empty space where the doorway had been.

“That’s— I’ll— Admittedly, that’s new,” Mobius confesses. “I’m not sure what happened there, or what is happening with our tech, exactly.” Mobius waves a hand at you. “But we’ll figure it out, don’t worry about us, we’ll figure it out.”

Your brain is spinning a hundred miles a minute. You try to get your thoughts in order, but it’s not easy.

“How do you know?” you finally ask. “About what I can do?”

“You have a mutation,” Mobius says. “You are— Well, not quite human. Later on, your people will have a better time in the world. Your timeline actually has one of the best outcomes for mutants, so, that’s great for you.”

“I’m not  human?” you demand to know.

“It’s easier to not be human,” Loki assures you in a low voice, as if in an aside. You turn to him, bewildered, and he grins at you. There’s something about his look that makes your heart pound, staring hard. Your stomach even feels weird looking at him.

“We should probably unfreeze time,” Mobius says. “Or—” and he motions to you,  “You should unfreeze time and set the timeline flowing again. Some time manipulation is pre-permitted, but you accidentally affected the natural flow, which is why we came in the first place. So, if you could just…” Mobius trails off, waving a hand through the general airspace in front of himself.

“Not with you out here on my front lawn, I’m not,” you tell them. “Is that door going to pop back up right there? Should I be concerned about that?”

“None of that should have happened at all,” Mobius says.

“Shall we duck inside, then?” Loki offers.

“That’s  my house,” you remind them. “How do I know I can trust you not to still— knock me out and take me through a— a different door? That this isn’t a trick?”

Loki and Mobius look at each other. After a long moment, Mobius says, “What if we gave you all our things?”

“What?”  Loki hisses. “They’re a time-manipulating mutant, we can’t just  give them all—”

“Oh, good, so you  did read the file,” Mobius comments.

“Some of it,” Loki tells him. “Regardless, I’m not giving them any of my belongings.”

Loki’s obvious reluctance makes you more willing to accept the gadgets as a show of good faith. Straightening up a bit, trying to fix your posture and the set of your shoulders, you tell them both firmly, “If you give me everything you have, I’ll let you come inside my house. But I mean  everything.”

The two of them glare at each other again.

Loki says, “No.”

In a warning tone, Mobius says,  “Loki.”

They glare a while longer before Mobius turns back to you. Loki rolls his eyes, starting to unstrap his belt and remove things from his pockets.

“You’re being a fool,” he snaps at Mobius.

“I’ll get a box,” you tell them, turning back towards your house. You jog up the steps and grab an empty box from the space near your recycling bin inside. When you return to the front yard, the two men are still there, against all odds. Both of them come up your front steps, Mobius in the front.

“These will likely start to go off if we regain a connection to the TVA,” Mobius says. “Until then, I want to try and piece together the tech to get them back up and running again so we can get back to our people and out of your hair. We don’t want to overstay our welcome or burden you in  any way, so if you want us to leave, you just say the word right away and we will. Alright?”

You scan his face warily and read nothing but truth in what he’s saying. You still have a lot to understand about what’s going on here — and hopefully they’ll answer your questions about everything — but he seems genuine. You nod, and Mobius puts all of his belongings right into the box. He’s left in just his brown suit, and you allow him to enter your house, moving past you through your front doorway.

Loki steps up next. He holds one of his gadgets over the box, then hesitates. His long fingers tighten around the little machine.

“How do I know I can trust you?” Loki asks.

“I should be asking that of  you,”  you remind him sharply.  “You’re  the ones who showed up on  my lawn and started threatening me.”

“Nobody threatened anybody,” Mobius says from inside. Loki raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t look away from you. He has a fair bit of height on you; you have to crane your neck back just to keep eye contact, looking up at him like this.

“I have  very  little interest in threatening you,” Loki tells you. “Trust me.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and rattle the box in your hands. “Give me your things and I’ll think about it.”

Loki studies your face a moment longer before he starts dropping his things into your box, one at a time. With the last object, he lets it dangle from his thumb and index finger, pinched tight together, before he releases it. It clatters in with the rest of the things in the box, and you tuck the whole thing under your arm.

“My house, my rules,” you tell him.

“I wouldn’t dream of disobeying,” he replies. You can’t help the smile that comes when he says that; he catches it, though. You’re almost embarrassed before the sight of it apparently makes him smile, too. That’s enough to make it worth it.

“In you go,” you tell him, and Loki strides the last few steps into your house. You pull your front door shut behind yourself, and it’s then, and only then, that you allow time to unpause.

It’s easy for you to do, after all these years of practicing, in small doses and — recently — in such significantly larger and larger doses. The amount of energy and power it takes is familiar to you, which makes it strange to find Loki and Mobius both studying you when your eyes open back up. You check the watch on your wrist, just to give your eyes something else to look at. You’re pleased to see that the second hand has started back up again.

“Time’s normal again,” you tell them. Mobius glances around your small living room until he finds a clock on the wall. He studies it for a moment before turning to you with a smile.

“You’re right! Look at that,” he says, motioning to the clock. “The natural flow of time is restored as if nothing happened. You know,” he continues, starting to study the knick-knacks and spines on your many bookshelves, “I’ve never met someone with such a powerful control over time. Especially not someone outside the TVA. There aren’t any mutants quite like you.”

“Really?” you ask. This is arguably the most exhilarating thing that has ever happened to you; it’s confusing and disorienting, but you still get a thrill from learning that you may be unique in this world. If these people are so powerful and— and beyond anything you’ve ever seen before, and they’re in awe of  you, then you can’t help but feel a little special.

“Really,” Mobius says. “It was all in your file.”

“I want to know more about that file,” you insist, not having forgotten about that being mentioned earlier. “I want to know all about this.”

“I don’t know if that’s a great idea,” Mobius says.

“What could it possibly hurt?” Loki asks. “What could they possibly do with this information that I couldn’t have already done?”

“Believe it or not, Loki, you’re not the only person with nefarious objectives,” Mobius reminds him. Loki sighs, slipping his hands into his pockets and starting to examine the photographs and art hanging on your walls. You linger in the entryway to the kitchen, unsure of what, exactly, to do.

“What now?” you ask.

“I should find a way to acquire the appropriate technology to try and resolve our, uhh… problem,” Mobius says. He leans over and pulls a book off your shelf. “What were you going to do before we got here? Don’t let us get in your way.”

“I actually should eat something,” you say. They both turn to look at you. “Breakfast? Oh, I’m sorry, do you not eat… breakfast?” In a flash, you ask, “Do you eat at  all? Are you— Are you, like, aliens? Please—”

“We’re not aliens,” Mobius says.

“Well,” Loki replies. “We’re not  not aliens.”

“But that’s not a helpful answer,” Mobius says. “Is it, Loki?”

“Is it true?” you demand.

“We can explain all of it,” Loki offers.

“Loki—”

“If,” Loki continues, as if Mobius hadn’t even tried to interrupt, “I can have some of your food.”

You study the both of them.

“You help me cook it, you get to help me eat it,” you finally say. “And we can talk while we cook. Deal?”

Mobius and Loki look to each other, then back to you again.

“Deal,” Mobius says. You hold out your hand to Loki, since he’s standing closer to you of the two of them. For a moment, he just stares at your palm. Then, Mobius says, “Shake their hand, Loki.”

Loki actually reaches out and shakes your hand. His grip is cool and tight, and you smile up at him.

“I’m (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N),” you tell them. Loki releases your hand after a beat too long. Your eyes linger on him for a second before you turn to Mobius, closing the distance between you both to shake his hand, too. He’s warmer, softer, and he smiles at you.

“It’s good to meet you,” Mobius says.

“A pleasure,” Loki agrees.

“Thanks,” you reply. “I hope I can say the same.” You motion for them to follow you to your kitchen. “Come on. We’ll make breakfast and you’ll explain everything. Then, I can take you to a… store? Are there stores for this?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Mobius allows.

You take the two of them into your kitchen, and it feels… wrong, but right. They’re strangers to you, people you haven’t met before today, but you feel so strangely right in this moment. This is the best you’ve felt in a long time, and you have absolutely no idea what that means. No matter what, though, you’re just glad that  something  is happening. The rest you can figure out, but this  something  seems thrilling, and new, and finally,  finally  lets you express this part of you you’ve never been able to express to  anyone before.

You don’t know what any of this means yet, but you’re excited about it.

“How do I turn this machine on?” Loki demands, standing in front of your oven.

“Just bang the side,” Mobius says. “I saw it on a television once.”

“No, no, don’t do that,” you interrupt them, going to stop them. “Just follow my lead.”

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