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[brewinchesterskywalker]

Two of my absolute favorite characters. And I won’t lie, I totally ship them. ☺️ @holykryptonitekitten

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[lokispettigerr]

Did You Miss me? Loki x LPT’s come back NSFW***** to bring you more nice tits, tight cunts, and slick dicks.

Summary: Reader and LPT took a break from everything. LPT had writer’s block and 0 time to write anyway. The world was a place no longer sane, and really never was, and they had to have time to take back what was taken from them. Over drinks with their best friend they talk about the thing that has been haunting them since the break. But also like if you like this and magic, check out my shop. 

Word Count: 1,158 or something like that

Trigger Warning: Fear, Drinking, Being pursued 

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A/N: Did you miss me? Love, Loki’s Pet Tiger

I swirled the bitter, burning whiskey, the single ice cube rattling against the glass and bumping my lip as I took a sip. 

“I mean Ash, things have been kinda weird lately.”

“Right up your alley then?” She giggled, blue eyes sparkling.

“I mean, weirder than usual. I mean…” I looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping in on two hot mother fucker’s conversation. If I was an onlooker watching us, I would eavesdrop too. Who knows what we would talk about? Probably sex, probably kinks, pain, and pleasure, cute tits, slick cunts, and drooling dicks. 

Ash leaned forward and I met her over the middle of the table, my voice coming out in a whisper. “I feel like someone has been watching me… Following me.” 

“All your sex crimes catching up to you?” She cackled, shaking her head, “I told you not to screw River and Riot-- they’re fucked up in the head.”

I summoned my most serious expression, “First, No. River and Riot were a good lay and I will cherish that forever. Second, I am serious. I walk down the street or around the block near the house and I feel like I hear someone walking behind me- their footsteps echoing mine. The moment I turn to finally catch them in the act, nothing. Poof!” I flapped my hand up for dramatic effect. “You’re serious?” Ash’s expression was incredulous. “Have you told anyone else? Do you think it’s him?” Ash asked. “No... I don’t know. Maybe? But I was pretty damn clear I needed a break. I didn’t want to see him until things settled down. And he fought and we fucked and I screamed and died inside as he left, but I wanted it.” 

“Do you still want it?”

“Of course… I-- I do.” 

I couldn’t convince Ash. I knew I couldn’t, but I needed it. 

She leaned back, crossing her arms, “Well, maybe it’s a new admirer of yours. Just some guy from the clinic who is gathering his balls together that he thinks you stole and needs them back to gain the courage to ask you out.”

“Fuck, I don’t want to be asked out. I don’t want anything. I 

need a break from everything.”

“Fair.” She shrugged, grabbing her own glass and took a swig. She grimaced, slamming the glass down. “Whooo, enough of this! Let’s dance, whore!”

Ash was my best friend, and damn she knew just what to do to make the world seem like it would start to turn again. I laughed, “I hate to dance!”

“Pussy!” She yelled back over the noise and grabbed my arm. 

I followed giggling and giddy all the while and we danced the night away. 

At 2:45am Ash was too tired to stand, and I was about ready to sleep on the floor- too tired to give a shit if people stepped on me. With blurred vision, I looked at my phone to dial up  Ash’s husband and before we knew it, he came in his slick car, picked her up, and offered me a ride. 

“No thanks. It’s a nice night, and walking will sober me up a bit.” I knew if I got in the car I would likely spew chunks in his back seat and then promptly pass out, never to come out again until the winter was over probably. 

I shrugged into my jacket, pressing my chin into the high collar, hoping to keep the wind out. 

Ash’s husband drove off, his car growling. 

The wind blew, whistling in my ears, maybe I should have taken him up on his offer. Too late now.

I walked briskly.  

Turning a corner, passing the shadows, a drunk man calling out from under an alcove propped up against rusted tin barrels. Not long now and I would be in the stillness and the sheltered warmth of my home. 

I smiled and nodded at him and out of my peripheral a shadow moved.

I listened and could hear swift footsteps. Whoever it was was clever enough to copy my gait so their footsteps matched my own. 

I picked up the pace and so did they. 

If I could just get home. 

It was only down the stairs, under the bridge and around the bend and the front steps would welcome me. Creaking out as a way of expressing their excitement for me to be home at last. 

I turned my head just enough to glance behind me, and there the shadow towered. 

I wanted to scream, to cry for help but who would hear me besides some nighttime critters and the drunk guy under the alcove? 

The stairs! The fucking stairs! Don’t fall, just go down down and you are almost fucking there! Safe!

My hand dove into my pocket to grab my keys. At least I could use them for defense! 

The footsteps sped along with mine, and I dashed faster down the stairs, finally reaching the bottom. 

I hit the level ground sprinting. The house was right there! Sanctuary! Safety! Life! 

My pursuer matched me, the notable difference was they weren’t panting at all. I wasn’t even out of shape, but there I was sucking in as much air as a could. Jesus, was it a cheetah? A long distance marathoner? 

Home! I am home! And I bounded the steps to the front porch two at a time the pursuers steps bounding them too! I rammed my keys into the lock, and twisted with ferocity until the door flew open. And I turned to slam the door in the face of my pursuer! And I came face to face with...No one. Not a fucking soul. 

My hand rubbed the back of my neck and I shook my head giggling at my paranoia. 

Wow, what was in that whisky? What spells were in those songs that I swing my hips to at the bar? 

I’m a crazy person- I should be medicated. 

I tossed my keys onto the entry way table and they jangled on impact. Still walking, I hopped on one foot and then the other as I removed my boots and cast them to the side. I stripped out of my clothes as I made the ascent to my bedroom at the top of the stairs. 

Bed, ah, it would feel better than sex. And sleep would be as good as the sleep of the deceased. I smiled just thinking of burrowing under my cool blankets. 

Naked, nipples erect and goosebumps traveling along my skin I walked into my room, lights still out. 

My hand fumbled for the light switch. 

And behind me, he chuckled,  the sound making wetness pool between my legs. 

I turned, his shadow the silhouette of the forsaken lover I could see in my sleep, I could trace in my dreams, I wanted to live inside of me. 

Loki. 

And Loki bent, lips caressing my neck, Tickling cool breath making me shiver and  whispered erotically, “Did you miss me, My Pet?” 

****I really don’t know what all this means for me. Maybe this was the inspiration I had and now it is all used up, but here is a gift from me to you and I hope you like it. Thank you for saving time for me to take up your life with my stories. I hope this is not the end and I can write some more.  In the mean time! Check out my shop! I am having a sale! Hey, I am lonely, leave me an ask and some feedback please? For old times sake.  Peace, Loki’s Pet Tiger Here for a good time and not a long time

[latent-thoughts]

Closure (Loki Fanfiction; Endgame AU; Gen)

Hello everyone!

I’m hereby presenting to you my Loki fix-it fic based on Avengers Endgame.

Words:3523

Rating: Teen and up.

Summary:  Loki escaped with the Tesseract in 2012. He has been on the run ever since, hiding from Asgard, from Thanos, from everyone. Now, in 2014, the Tesseract shows him some visions of a warping future. Loki then finds himself smack in the middle of the battle in the Endgame. This is chance at life, at revenge, and at closure. And Loki will take it.

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(2014-Alternate Timeline, A small moon colony of Xandar)

Not for the first time in the last few years, Loki stared into the Tesseract, agonizing over what it had revealed to him. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing it all, and he knew that it wouldn’t be the last.

He wanted to let go. He had let go, in certain ways.

He had played around with space, hopping off and on different realms, spending months doing something or the other to augment his magic wielding skills, expanding on his knowledge of space and time…

The last few years had been quite helpful in many ways. He didn’t have to address his pain as long as he was busy; he just let it simmer down slowly. Using his training as a mage to calm his mind had been an asset as well.

But the most helpful aspect of this lonely existence was that he was away from Asgard and his so called family. With the absence of all the people who had hurt him, it was much easier to relinquish the hold on his anguish.

However, the Tesseract kept showing him visions. It was the truth, as the human scientist--Erik Selvig--had once told him. It was his truth.

This truth was another layer of pain on his self, and he dearly wanted to banish it. Alas, the Tesseract was a stubborn mistress, and it insisted on presenting these visions to him.

“Why do you keep showing this to me?” he asked, looking at the Tesseract with forlorn eyes as it sat on his bedside table, imitating a lamp. “Is it my inevitable future? Have I not escaped it? I certainly haven’t lived through that, all of that which you’re showing me. You just keep torturing me with these visions.”

The Tesseract’s glow dimmed and dulled after he said that. Loki looked away from it, wondering if the space stone was hurt by his words. It was, after all, a sentient entity.

How ridiculous…

“What do you want me to do? I’m already dead in that reality, at least, as per your own visions.” He turned and glared at the cosmic cube. “I’m trying to keep myself alive here somehow! Do you want me to lay waste to myself?”

The Tesseract glowed in response, and Loki felt it calling out to him. It was a pull he couldn’t shake off.

“What?” he asked defeatedly.

And then… he saw new visions emerging… of futures merging with past, creating a flux in the grand workings of the universe.

“When?” he asked, brushing his fingers over the cube’s smooth surface. “Tell me. Tell me what needs to be done, please.”

(Keep Reading...)

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Dash-magic featuring @insanityclause and @lokixadcmxaddict @wrappedinlokisarms @holykryptonitekitten @blackirisposts @catalinaacosta

[wickednerdery]

Loki, (75) Say My Name, Comfort

Oooo, interesting combo, that prompt with that genre...I like it!

“What?” He sense before he knows.

“I....” You pause, unsure, but press on. “...thought you could use the company.”

Loki finally looks up, over. “Oh...” His smile is small, weak, and fast-fading. “You needn’t do that, I’m sure you’d rather be at Thor’s feast.” Thor’s because, in the end, they were all celebrating Thor. It was his mind, his plan, that won the battle, but it was Thor and his hammer smashing in the skulls that got all the credit.

“I can only hear so many tales about the glory of disemboweling the enemy, I’m afraid.” You smile, nudge the younger prince, until his lips flicker in amusement. “And I’d much rather hear how it was made possible, anyhow.”

“With a blade,” Loki counters, playing dumb.

“Don’t tease, Loki.”

Loki smiles outright now, looks to you. “You’re the first person to say my name all night.”

“Shame, you’d think the people would cry out in joy to the man who led them to victory.” You grin, nudge again. “But most only see the blades, not the brains, of the battle.”

“Say it again. Say my name.”

“Loki...Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief and Mayhem.” He frowns some, but you carry on. “Without which, we would not have creation and change and a sense of excitement.”

“You really think so?”

“Oh, I’m certain of it, Loki.”

His smile returns in his confession. “I like it when you say my name.”

“Loki...Loki...Loki...” Your smile grows with his. “Loki! LOKI!!!” 

His name reverberates throughout the empty hall as you both burst into laughter. For once, Loki feels truly honored by one of his people and it makes his heart swell.

I decided to avoid some of the more obvious (or sad lol) takes on the prompts and go with a young pre-Thor Loki instead...more fluff comfort than hurt/comfort, I guess. I don’t know, but I like the way it came out myself and I hope you do too, @holykryptonitekitten​!!

Wanna request? Go here to read the set-up!!

[holykryptonitekitten]

Spending the day watching paranormal/scary videos on youtube like...

Then I come across one that has me like...

...so I spilled my bowl of cheese crackers and nearly broke my headphones. ahah.

[they-are-not-just-stories]

Beautiful Lies

A/N: A “small” fanfic based on on this imagine I wrote. I hope you guys like it, please leave some feed back! Also thanks to the babes that are tagged I love them and they are precious, this is for you guys!

Pairing: Loki x Asgardian!reader, OC, Hela x Asgardian!reader

Summary: Blood. Crimson ooze everywhere. He should have seen it coming. You can’t trick the trickster unless you know his weak spot. And for him it was you.

Warnings: Torture, blood, angst, slight fluff at the end, badassery, death, oh angst, some more angst and then angstyness, a bitter sweet end

Word Count: A lot  

Taglist: @holykryptonitekitten​ @laralaufey @starscreamloki​ @vesperazylra​ @bambamwolf87 (Strike through wouldn’t let me tag)

You didn’t know Loki like other’s did, you knew him as the young raven haired boy that wanted to just escape the chains of social hierarchy and be free to just be, but alas, he was just your prince and you his loyal subject at the end of the day. You knew he was much different than Thor, but that’s what caught your attention. He wasn’t paraded around like a trophy, if anything he was despised and rejected, something you understood too well. As children, he stayed a few steps behind his brother. You could see it in his eyes he knew he would never live up to Thor’s name, he just wanted to have a fair chance of being so. He was mischievous, but you looked forward to the adventure. Loki liked having you look at him as a person worthy of admiration and love. It was true, you did care for him, he was just like you, but you were invisible and as you both grew up, you stayed in the shadows watching him grow into the man he promised he never wanted to be. There was nothing you could do, as much as you wanted to. Loki was powerful, he probably wouldn’t remember you anyway, you were the childhood dream he grew tired of chasing.

-

Another day gone, the same routine, the same activities, the same feelings, another day you thought about the man who would never give you a second look. You scolded yourself for thinking of him even after all these years, always keeping a shred of hope that he would come see you again. You were a fool every time. Everyday was so mundane. Waking up to the sunshine, preparing your breakfast, tending to your quaint garden, scouring the market for miscellaneous items you never need, but buy anyway. Reading a book or two, walking through the palace garden and admiring it in its’ silent, humble glory. 

Walking the narrow path, you imagined a young girl and a young boy running this same path. Giggling together as they played a game of hide-and-seek. The booming voice from another boy chasing after them. The two children scurrying away from the other and hiding in a bushel of lily's. The boy with raven hair had held her hand, pulling her closer to keep hidden, but she liked the closeness to him. She admired his youth, how the sunlight had reflected his pale skin and somehow darkened his hair. He looked down to her, seeing her staring and he smiled at her, laughing at her. He picked a flower and gently tucked it behind her ear, caressing her cheek.

You held your face with your hand, remembering that moment. You loved Loki. His charisma, how he was always up to do something crazy and extravagant, his cool demeanor even when the pressures of being a young prince weighed on him. Even if he didn’t say it, you knew he loved you. He treated you differently than the others, you were close to him. It was a bond not easily broken. What you wouldn’t give to be children again, playing in the garden and playing jokes on the elder prince. But time still ran, and you and your princes had grown. They had duties to fulfill and you...well, you remained in your little cottage just outside the city, with your garden, your books and a heart that still hoped for the day your young prince would come back. 

-

You remember your mother and father telling you the stories of the Odinson family’s firstborn child, how she grew too powerful and corrupt and your beloved King had to send her away. You just never thought she would be able to come back. Who was to protect your home now that your princes, your Queen and even the King were all gone? Even with the dwindling hope you had for his return, your heart ached for it more than ever or Asgard was lost forever.

You couldn’t wait around, though, sneaking through the city, you saw the fear in the eyes of your fellow citizens. There was no one to protect you, but you couldn’t sit and watch, you couldn’t wait for your prince to show up and fix everything, he never came back before, what would make him now? 

“Shhh. They’re coming.” You held a small hand in yours, covering the small figures mouth. Soldiers had marched past you, making another one of their rounds. Checking around the corner for anyone else, you scooped up the child and made haste to your home.

“How many this time?” Atreus asked. He was nervous, but didn’t show it. 

You wiped your face, pinching the bridge of your nose, you were afraid, every time you went back, but you had to save them. “Too many. It’s more frequent, I could barely get out with Adriel. There’s more waiting Atreus, we can’t leave them, but I don’t know how we can get past the gate without being seen, it’s too risky.” Holding your arms around yourself, your heart was pulsating out of you, the adrenaline and fear still lingering.

Atreus pulled you into him, comforting you. He was one of the first to step up and help you, knowing the risks, but he had a family to think of, so you did everything to help him too. “Everything is a risk now, we can’t just give up. Our people need us. The princes are gone and Hela still remains. We can try to go at night. Get a message into the city to meet somewhere close to the gates. We just have to try.” The knowledge that he wasn’t coming back stung, but he was right. It had been months of hoping, but nothing. You internally slapped yourself for still holding on, but you couldn’t help it. You still believed in him and always would.

“You’re right. I could go to the market and send the message, but you stay here and make sure no one comes. We are gonna need a new place to go if Hela finds out. The numbers are getting smaller and she will start to notice.”

He nodded, turning to the others discussing a way out. You quickly made your way to the market. Stopping every couple of feet to hide from a guard, thinking back to the last time you were hiding and running through the path to the city. It wasn’t in such a life threatening situation, but you were thankful for the knowledge it passed on. Reaching the market, you signaled some of the people to follow you. Making sure to scout the area so a guard couldn’t catch you. 

“We are running out of time. We need to start getting people out quicker before anyone notices people are leaving. Hela is sending out more guards and it’s getting harder to sneak past them, so we need to do this at night. That way, no one will suspect us.” They talked in quiet murmurs. Concern coating their faces, but you knew they would go along, anything to be safe again. Word of the new plan spread quickly, as you hoped. Fellow citizens nodding to you as you pass, informing you they were ready. You tried to warn the people who lived closer to the palace of the plan, but part of you knew there was no way to get them out and it being oblivious to Hela. You sulked away form them, already grieving their absence.

Night had finally come, and you had checked for guards, then quickly shuffled people out of the gates. Fear plunging through your veins and straight into your gut. You just kept on pushing people out, waiting until only you remained. Watching as the last of them darted through the trees out of the city, you quickly turned to check for any others, feeling a hard mass in front of you making you stagger backwards. The glowing eyes and the low grumble squeezed at your heart and left your throat scratchy. 

“So you’re the little rat that has been taking my people.” She sauntered from behind the guard, radiating in pride and power.

“Your people? Last time I checked a true ruler doesn’t enslave and slaughter their people.” You spat at her. She rushed up to you, gripping your neck and pulling you off your feet. The crushing weight of her slender fingers making you gasp for the little air you could gather.

“They needed to see real power. Odin went soft and along with peasants like you.” She threw you to the ground, you winced as the rocks dug into your skin. Looming over you, she grinned devilishly. “But now that he is gone, who is going to rule Asgard now? Certainly not my absentee brothers, but you already knew that didn’t you. Y/N.”

The way your name dripped like acid from her mouth. You knew she would recognize you at some point. You spent so much time with them as children, and your fondness of Loki, everyone saw it. You fought the tears stinging your eyes, trying to keep up your defenses, she couldn’t win, not this time. You turned your face away from her, not being able to look at the demon who only cultivated pain and sorrow. If she was the end for Asgard, then you were ready to go down with her, for your friends, your family, even your beloved prince.

-

“Brother, are you alright?” Furrowing his eyebrows he felt a pang in his chest seeing Loki in a quiet distress.

His rubbed at his wrists, trying to ease an aching pain. Worry in his eyes, yet it slipped his mind every time what caused such a stir inside him. “I’m fine. Can we just get going. We’ve been here long enough.”

“Of course, but...Loki, I thought you wanted to stay here? You said yourself you were better off here on Sakaar.” Thor hated to say it, but he couldn’t bring his brother he so deeply admired back to his home only to be hated. Again.

“Spare me the pity brother. You know as well as I do the only reason I should stay here is so I can’t cause any chaos. But I’m telling you there’s something wrong. You heard father, Asgard needs us. Even if our people, your people can’t stand the sight of me, it was also my home.” The distant memory flashing behind his eyes. A mixture of pain and happiness. He didn’t fit in anywhere else except Asgard, even when his home was against him. 

“Very well brother.” Thor felt for his brother. Despite all the tricks and evil he has done, Thor still loved him. He didn’t always trust him, but he knew the bond they shared could never darken with the troubles Loki carried with him. He was determined to return home, save his people and hopefully bring the Loki he once knew back.

-

Warm and salty. The taste of your own blood actually brought you some relief. Only because you knew you weren’t dead. Yet. The chains on your wrists rubbing them raw, an ache that didn’t go away. The pinch in your side from the fresh bruising and the scratch in your throat from fading hydration. You couldn’t remember much that happened when you encountered Hela. You had hoped she wasn’t able to track those who escaped and that your capture stalled her long enough for them to really be free. Echoes of the guards walking rattled the inside of your head. The grumble in your stomach growing stronger, making you weaker. 

The sudden burst of light flooding into your cell made you fold in on yourself. The intensity too much for your weak body. You heard clinking metal as someone roughly pushed open your cell door. Rough, bony hands undid your chains and dragged you out. The blurry masses of people standing around, gasping and concerned whispers whirring around your head. The figure dragging you suddenly pushed you to the ground. You slowly looked up adjusting to the new scenery and bright lights to see Hela. Smirking at you in your weak and unwilling submissive form.

“If you think you get power from seeing me like this, your the fool I always took you for.” You spat at her, mustering all the strength you could.

She sauntered up to your crumbled form, using her foot to push down on you. Forcing your battered face onto the concreted blocks, the debris digging into your cheeks. “I don’t think I have power, I know I do. And the mere sight of you now proves that.” She laughed at you wincing in pain. Grinding your teeth as she pushed harder and blood trickled onto the ground.

“Look! Even your so called hero will kneel before me! You still want to be lead by this? She can’t even defend herself what makes you think she will defend you?” She roared out to the crowd of people. They stood by idly. Watching her inflict pain. 

“She was trying to free us, sacrificing more than anyone for us! She wouldn’t have to if it weren’t for you!” A voice poured out over the commotion. Its authoritative tone, you would’ve known it from any where.

“Oh look, our young hero’s companion? Tell me Y/N, do you really think he is going to save you?” She released the pressure to use the heel of her boot to slam into your ribs. A crack resonating in the air and your groaning following.

“Atreus. Stop. Don’t...” You groaned out weakly. “...let her win.” You tried to turn and look at him, barely seeing the worry and pain that pinched his face. 

You saw Hela march up to him and grip his neck, his hands flying up to hers, to try and relieve the pressure. “It would be wise to listen to her Atreus. You have nothing on me dear.” Her eyes lit up in chaos, the need for power and evil coursing threw her. And just like that, his body went limp, lifeless in her hands as she swiftly snapped his neck. You turned away, not wanting to watch the life of someone you loved slip from you and you couldn’t even save him. He was going to be your new home, the only one that actually proved he cared and was willing to stay. And you were stupid to think he wouldn’t try to come back and help you.

“Anyone else wish to take his place?” Striding around the crowd, seeing citizens cower back in fear. You couldn’t let someone else die for something you started. You had to fight the pain, slowly rising to your worn feet, you limped to her, striking her as hard you could muster. Before you had time to process what you did, guards were all over you already dragging you back to your cell. 

“It seems there is still some fighting in you. Well I’ll have to beat that out of you.” She gripped your hair, yanking your head back to look at her. She pulled her arm back and buried her fist into your torso. Violent, bloody coughs erupting from you. She slammed your head against the cell wall causing everything to be blurry again. You heard the ring of metal being unsheathed, and she carelessly waved a small knife in front of you, smirking at you. You spit in her face, possibly your last defiant act. Her smirk quickly changing into anger.

“Just remember in your dying moments, you will be responsible for the death of everyone here today.” She swiftly punctured your side, a silent gripe of pain passing your cracked lips. You slowly dwindled into unconsciousness and only hearing the fading footsteps as Hela left your bloodied and beaten body. Your mind told you to fight, but your body said to let go. You couldn't win, who were you to think you could do anything... The sudden shuffling next to you perked your attention. You could see the bright eyes even in the complete darkness. The figure gently gripped your frail body, undoing the chains that held you to the wall. You pulled back unsure of the situation and fear rising ion your chest awaiting for pain to be inflicted.

“I’m not here to hurt you Y/N. Please we need to leave, they are on their way.” He spoke softly.

“Heimdall?” You whispered, softly putting your hand in his. You thought he was dead. He was one of the first to go once Hela returned. 

“I’m here. Can you stand?” He scanned over your injuries.

You shook your head, “Barely, I think my leg is broken, but we need to leave Heimdall.” You sucked in a sharp breath as the weight of your body pressed on your leg. He gripped your side, cautious of the bruising and deep cut there.

“I found the others Y/N. If it wasn’t for you they wouldn’t be alive.”

“If it wasn’t for me more of them would be alive. I not the hero Heimdall, I was pretending to be someone I’m not. I guess I was angry that the princes left and the Queen and then Odin...I knew better, but I still did it anyway.” You felt his sorrowed gaze on you. He let out a sigh, you had tried so hard and it only turned back on you.

“You did what most of us couldn’t. You can’t blame yourself for what you couldn’t prevent. You may not see yourself as a hero, but you held out for the rest of us long enough to become the memory of one.” 

You lowered your head, wishing you could’ve done more, but he was right. You couldn’t beat Hela. “Heimdall?”

“Yes Lady Y/N?”

“Do you think he’s...” You sighed, that fleck of hope striking up again.

“Let’s get you to safety Lady Y/N. We cannot be concerned of that now.” You were sure he knew something, but it was probably best you didn’t try to grab for someone who might not even be there.

-

Loki felt the heavy atmosphere. The home he once knew was overtaken by a monster he barely knew, tearing new wounds into his heart. The usual chatter and excitement he saw in the market and in the streets were occupied by closed doors, shuttered windows and whispered cries. He looked to his brother who could feel the work of Hela. Suffocating them. Entering the throne room, Loki saw her proud figure seated at the center of it all. 

“Look who decided to finally join us.” She spoke sarcastically. The brothers narrowed their eyes at her.

“Hela, stop this. Now.” Thor spoke first. Anger seething out of him.

“Or what brother? You can’t kill me, but you can try.” She quipped back.

“Something Father always taught me, ‘A wise king never seeks out war,”

“but must always be ready for it.” She interrupted. “Dear brother, you weren’t the only one. This throne is mine and if you are going to stand in my way...well. I do hope you’re ready.” Two blades flashed into her hands.

“Sister, we are not here to fight. Let us take our people and go.” Loki didn’t want to fight, he only wanted a way out and getting into it with Hela was a treacherous path.

Before she spoke, Skurge quickly shuffled in. “My Queen. She’s escaped. I don’t know how she must have had help.” Hela clenched her jaw. Knowing this would have happened. “Well my dear brothers. Seems you’ve been spared this one time. Guards!” Gripping the two men with and an iron hold and pushing them towards the door. “I have some things to clear up, and you will wait here until I return. Make sure they don’t leave.” She left in a hurry, fury in her eyes.

Thor looked to his brother for a plan, only to have nothing. Thor thought for a moment until he could come up with something that might work, these guards had to be more foolish than his sister right?

“You know, I have a weapon and it would be wise if you took it away from me.” The guard grunted, grabbing Mjolnir from him and instantly collapsing to the ground. Thor swiftly struck him, leaving him paralyzed on the floor. He made quick work on the other guards, releasing his brother and both of them quickly chasing after Hela in hopes to find their people.

-

“Heimdall...are you sure we are safe here? What if she knows we’re here?” It wasn’t fear eating at you, but more of the consequences to come trying to escape from Hela. The consequences that would come to the people you loved.

Heimdall gave you a knowing look. Of course he knew nearly everything, but he wouldn’t do anything to put you in danger. “I cannot guarantee a permanent shelter here as long as I can still see Hela, but we should be safe here.”

You sighed, hoping he was right. He usually was but each day Hela stayed in power made you increasingly uneasy. The subjective beatings you endured was enough to make you doubt most things, make you start to forget there is good left in the world, but it wasn’t the physical pain she pushed onto you, it was the mental pain. The shell of your buried self, hanging over your head, looming in the dark where she held the most control over you. But somewhere inside you, you still fought to protect your home.

“I’m going to find something to start a fire, are you ok if I leave for a second?” Heimdall looked at you with worry, he was uneasy to leave you alone, but he couldn’t let you two freeze to death or starve. You nodded hesitantly and watched as he snuck away. The silence crept onto you like a fog in the night, the cracking of branches or the flutters of leaves peeked your attention and paranoia. You always had a nagging feeling something was watching you, but it was stronger this time. 

“Thought you could escape did you?” The hairs on the back of your neck stood and her whisper shot shivers through your body. You froze, wanting to run, but knowing you wouldn’t get that far. You wanted to scream for Heimdall, but she may have gotten to him already. You slowly turned to look at her, fear corrupting your eyes, and you couldn’t see much after from the impact of the blow. You felt the warm blood trickle down again and then a creeping darkness. 

The sound of a body being dragged and then the stinging burn you felt realizing it was you. You couldn’t scream from the mouth guard you assumed a was slapped onto you. You shoulder joints aching from the strain of being pulled in strange directions. You saw she brought you back to the palace. You heart was beating rapidly from the nerves and tightened your chest, straining your breathing. Once inside you saw more guards, the unnerving silent and cold demeanor. Hela sauntered up to her throne and floated into it. The guards threw you onto the steps just below her feet and ripping off the mouth guard. 

“Why am I here? Why don’t you just kill me.” The exhaustion sounding from your voice.

“You’re going to be a demonstration. A demonstration of what happens when you disobey me.” Her sinister remark made your hands go cold and you felt the blood rush out of your face. “You know, I really don’t like having to punish you. But my subjects have to learn what will happen if they do not listen. I like that you are a fighter, you chose the wrong side, but you have good instincts. Too bad they’re going to waste.”

“If you hate this so much, maybe you should just end it now. Kill me in a public execution, that will win them over.” Your fight was draining. You wouldn't be able to save the rest without bloodshed, your friends were gone and he was never coming back. 

“Anxious are we? I had that in mind, but no. I have other uses for you yet.” Her steady voice pounded in your head. But you didn’t fight with it. If she planned on using you as an example for punishment at least you looked for the end that was sure to come after all of this.

“Then what are we waitin-”

“Your Majesty! They’re back.” Skurge interrupted. Hela quickly stood to her feet. She looked to your crumbling form then back to Skurge. The smile she wore made your stomach retaliate and you had to push it down. You could at least keep your dignity out of it all. She stormed out of the room and two guards quickly locked their hands on your arms, the grip strong enough to snap your bones. They once again placed a guard over your mouth and dragged you out. Once outside you heard a discordance of gasps and people holding their hands up to their mouths. Hela stood in the middle, hands on her hips looking down at two figures. 

“Oh so you two thought you could get away as well? Oh my dear brothers, shall I show you what happens when you disobey me? Actually, how would you all like to see what will happen if you disobey me?”

The guards pulled your dead weight towards where Hela stood. Your head hung not having the strength or concern to look. You knew what was about to happen and you couldn’t watch your people see you being beaten for trying to help. You sat there on your legs waiting for the first strike. That’s when you heard it. The voice you have been waiting to hear. You slowly looked up not wanting to get your hopes up for the last time, but met with those bright blue eyes. Except they didn’t make you feel home again, you just felt lost because your home was taken and the only solace you found in him left too long ago.

The first punch to your gut made you fold over and blood spewed out. He watched in horror as you didn’t even scream in pain, you only accepted it. The life drained from your eyes that once looked at him with all the love in the world. And again, more blood. A small puddle forming before you. Your head dizzy and your jaw aching. You couldn’t see straight, figures bustling around you and the sound of something hard hitting your numb body. The hope you held onto for so long was worth it and now you had the strength to let it all go.

-

Watching her body be dragged away shattered you. Her eyes...there was nothing there. She just let it happen and she didn’t even have the strength to fight. You saw how she looked at you, a glimpse of hope and soon it faded. You had been gone too long. You wanted to come back, but after everything how could she have accepted you? You loved her and still do, but your mistakes put her here.

“Let her go! She has done nothing wrong!” Thor was fighting with the guard holding him. You could hear the pain in his voice. Watching someone close to him suffer for his actions. He normally wouldn’t show it, but you saw through his act. He was hurting and he wanted nothing more than to fight back.

“No. I told you what was going to happen. This was on her. She was the one taking my people away. It was adorable really! She thought she could live up to the name of the two great princes, defeat the evil queen and save Asgard. A fool really. And look where that got her, would you like the same?” It disgusted you the pleasure she got out of this. She knew Y/N, but no one would even know that by the look of things. You couldn’t just stay here, you had to fight. Fight for her as she fought for you. 

“Where is she?!” You spit at her.

“Where she belongs, dear brother. In a cage!” Cackling as she sees your pain. Hela had her tortured endlessly. Making you think you’ll never see her again.

Grinding your teeth and seething with anger you say, “I think you’re talking about yourself sister, now enough talking because I am going to kill you.” You stood up in a fury and struck a hard blow to the guards. Hela quickly made two swords and threw them at you. Whizzing past your head you dodged them and then kicked the guard still holding Thor. He broke his chains and charged towards Hela. She was smart and dodged him, sending a shower of blades his way. You saw a moment she was distracted, you knew Thor could handle and he would want you to save Y/N. You slipped away inside the palace. You sprinted through the halls searching for her, finally stumbling upon a narrow hallway. 

The echoing of your boots made you uneasy, the rusted jail bars and the acrid smell filling your nose. You heard quiet shuffling at the end and hurried in front of the small cell. Your heart stopped seeing Heimdall holding her limp body in his arms. You couldn’t tell if she was even breathing in the dim lighting, but you still didn’t want to jump to conclusions. You fell to your knees looking to Heimdall for any sign she was ok.

“Your highness...she’s...” He couldn’t even get the words out and you knew. You tried to pull her body into yours, but your hands were shaking so bad Heimdall had to help you. She was so small and frail. Up close you could finally see the cuts, the bruises, the dried blood from former beatings. You were crushed and the hot tears poured out of you. You rocked back and forth holding her, begging to switch places. Why did you leave? Why didn’t you try harder to get back. You left her, she loved you and you never came back for her and this is what you let happen. You ran your fingers through her matted hair, caressing her soft face. She was the most wonderful thing and you failed her. You couldn’t even say goodbye. You wouldn’t have the chance to tell her you still loved her after all this time and to keep her safe in your arms. 

Bending down, you rested your parted lips on her forehead, softly kissing her. “I-I’m so sorry...” You have cried, your voice cracking trying to keep it together.

You hear the pounding of boots coming and they abruptly stop behind you. “We have to get her out, Surtur is loose and we have to leave.” Thor paused seeing you holding Y/N. “Is she...” You turn to your brother with puffy eyes and a broken spirit to show him what they had done. What they left behind and couldn’t save. He bent down to take her from you and held her. Burying his face in her shoulder with quiet sobs.

“She deserves a proper funeral. She...” You choked on your tears, you couldn’t even think about seeing her body being laid to rest. You loved her and you hoped she knew that. All you knew was she was going to Valhalla and one day you would see her again, and shower her with the love you always had, but failed to give her in this life.

-

You watched as your people mourned for their fellow citizen. You stayed in the shadows grieving in silence. Even in death she was beautiful. The white satin completing her ghostly skin. Seeing her lying there, though, stung and the burn of your eyes surfacing again. 

Once everyone had left and said there prayers to her, you stood there. Holding her tiny hand in yours. Thor had appeared next to you, bringing you some comfort. You didn’t look at him, but you know he had been crying too. You wanted to scream and beg to be in her place, but you also knew she was a fighter and she could only take so much. She was some where better and she was going to live free and honored. 

“I love you Y/N, from the first day we met in the gardens. You looked at me differently and I could see it. I’m sorry I failed you in this life, but one day when I make it to Valhalla, your name will be the only prayer from my lips.” 

“Y/N, I bid you take your place in the halls of Valhalla. Where the brave shall live forever. Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death.” You turned to your brother, in a silent thank you and smiled weakly. You couldn’t feel sad, you knew she was better now, but you felt some guilt for leaving her. 

“Brother, what troubles you now?”

“I loved her, but I was never there for her.” You admitted.

“Loki, she knew you did, otherwise she wouldn’t have done any of this. She was a fighter. She...Y/N was special. Always was and to have given her an honorable death and prayers to Valhalla, she knows.” He patted your shoulder. If you knew her at all, she would have wanted you to be the man she saw in you, to honor her living spirit as she loved yours. She was always special, and she would always be yours. 

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this! I cried a little at the end, but it was bitter sweet! Feel free to leave feedback if you liked, loved or hated it! Love you guys thank you!

[mrschangrettawrites]

bacchanalias

summary: You’ve moved in with your uncle, for a myriad of reasons, to the newest high rise designed by Anthony Royal. You quickly find yourself enchanted with the place, also for a myriad of reasons (including a certain handsome doctor).

pairing: robert laing x fem!reader

words: 1426

notes: I highly highly highly recommend installing the InteractiveFics extension from the Chrome store if you can. To add your name and last name simply install the extension, then click ‘Need to replace something other than Y/N?’ and in the value bar put Name and put your name in the Replace With bar, then click change! And be sure to tick Store this replacement so that you don’t have to do it every time.

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Chapter One

Initially, you had been skeptical when your uncle told you that the High Rise had a ‘party culture’. After all, the tower was populated by families and professional types, hardly the kind that would throw all night raves. But soon after arriving you learned, for what surely must of been the umpteenth time, to not doubt your uncle.

Being on the 39th floor, you were surrounded by people who seemed to be every bit as obnoxious as they were wealthy, and they seemed determined to outdo each other with one grand party after another. It all felt rather Gatsbyian, and in a way, it amused you, seeing your so called ‘social betters’ try and one up each other because they had nothing better to do, or because their egos were really that fragile. Or both, as the case sometimes appeared to be.

And as it turned out, the inhabitants on the lower floors were little better.

Overcome by curiosity, your fatal flaw if ever you had one, you told your uncle that you were going to ‘inspect’ a lower floor party, provided one was going to be thrown that night.

“Your patience for these things astounds me duckie.” He had replied dryly. “Just be back at a reasonable hour.”

“Of course.” You gave him a hug and kissed his temple. “Love you uncle Oscar.” You said, before slipping out into the corridor.

After some false starts and run ins with the inhabitants of the upper floors (someone was having quite the party it seemed), you found yourself on floor 26, and the sound of a throbbing bassline reached your ears the second you stepped out of the lift. You smiled, giddiness joining your curiosity as you followed the sound to the door of an apartment. Figuring that in this case it was perhaps better to ask forgiveness than permission, you let yourself in.

At once you were greeted by the sight of bodies pressed against each other in the dim orange light, most of them dancing, although some had dared to drink and dance at the same time. You could admire that.

You weaved your way through the crowd, offering a smile and ‘hello!’ to anyone you happened to make eye contact with. It was doubtful that they noticed or cared, but you did it anyway, because you cared.

Much like in the apartment you shared with your uncle, there was a kitchenette area, although it was far smaller than the one you two had, and there seemed to be a never ending supply of bottles on the counter. You fished around the cupboards and found a martini glass, which you filled with rum and pineapple juice, adding a single cherry from the fridge as an afterthought.

Drink in hand, you stood off to the side, observing the mania around you.

The atmosphere was certainly different from the one on the upper floors; more relaxed, with less ego being bandied about. But it was every bit as debauched, and that fact amused you. Your neighbours on the upper floors liked to think of themselves as ‘above’ those on the lower floors, but in many respects they were the same. This was one of them.

“Enjoying the party?”

Startled out of your observations, you looked to your side, and were met by a white button up. Raising your head, you saw that the shirt belonged to a rather handsome man. His light brown hair appeared to have been swept back at some point, but some strands had broken free and were resting against his forehead, with one forming a rather adorable little cowlick. His bright blue eyes were zeroed in on you with a very keen curiosity.

“So far yes.” You replied, sipping your drink. “You?”

“Yeah, pretty good.” He looked you over, raising a brow. “I’m Robert.” He said suddenly. “Robert Laing.”

“Name Surname.” You said, offering a hand and a smile.

Robert shook your hand and returned your smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“You know, I haven’t seen you around before.” Robert pointed out.

“What floor do you live on?”

“25.”

“Ah.” You smiled a little. “That’ll be why. I’m on 39.”

Robert nearly choked on his drink. “39? How did you get up there?”

“My uncle knows Anthony.” You explained. “You know, Anthony Royal? They went to school together. He’s the only friend my dear uncle still has.” You took the cherry from your now empty glass and clamped your teeth on the bright red fruit. “I think it’s because they hate the same people.”

It was partly a joke, but you also believed it, as it appeared that the thing the two of them loved to talk about most were the acquaintances they share and hate. Some of them were old classmates, whose fates they never learned. Some were residents in the tower, including those that were friends with Anthony’s wife. Your uncle could be very difficult, so the fact that he still had this one friend surprised and warmed you in equal measure.

Robert’s brows had risen to his hairline, and it was then that you noticed his pupils were dilated. “Who’s your uncle? I’m not sure I met him.”

“Oscar Keats.” You replied. “And in all honesty you probably haven’t. He isn’t terribly friendly.”

Robert furrowed his brow, bringing his beer to his lips for a swig. “I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere.” He said.

You smiled. “It’s possible.” You said teasingly, deciding to leave that mystery for Robert to solve. “So, Robert, have you been in the high rise long?”

“Only three months.” He replied.

“And how have you found it?”

Robert smirked and licked his lips. “Prone to fits of mania, narcissism, and power failure.” He said, somewhat scathingly.

A giggle burst forth from you. “I’ve never heard a place be described like that.” You said. “I like it.”

This seemed to please Robert immensely, which you expected, and he smiled widely. “Thank you.”

You brought your glass to your lips for a deeper sip, never moving your eyes from Robert’s. Whatever he had taken must’ve been rather strong, as his pupils only became more dilated while beads of sweat ran down his forehead. “So, what do you do?”

“I’m a doctor.” Robert said. “Physiologist.”

“Oooh look at you!” You cooed teasingly, raising a brow as another giggle left you. “We love a well educated man.”

Robert laughed heartily, eyes glinting (although whether it was from you or the unknown substance was hard to tell). “Thank you.” His mouth was stretched into a wide, pleased grin. “What about you?”

“Still at school.” You grimaced and rolled your eyes. “Double majoring in classics and physics.”

This seemed to surprise Robert to the point where he very nearly seemed to sober up. “You’re still at school?” His eyes flicked over you up and down, although it was hard to tell just how much he was taking in. “How old are you?”

“Old enough.” You teased. When Robert’s brow furrowed you laughed, for no real reason. “If you must know I’m twenty, and I do believe that makes me old enough to drink.” In mock defiance you downed the rest of your drink (not the brightest of ideas perhaps), and gave Robert your own pleased grin.

“Still pretty young.” Robert took a step closer, leaving less space between the two of you. This time, when his eyes raked over you, they were much slower, and his tongue came out to lick his lips. “Especially to be out this late.”

“Your concern has been noted and is appreciated doctor.” You said. “But I’m a big girl, I can look after myself.”

“Even big girls need help sometimes.” Robert pointed out.

You laughed. “You sound just like my uncle.” You squeezed Robert’s forearm. “Although you are far more handsome.”

Robert looked like he was about to reply, but a man whom you did not recognize called out his name, making Robert look away, and giving you the opportunity to leave. You had seen all you had wanted to see, and for the time being, your curiosity was sated. Plus you had a lecture to attend in the morning, and you didn’t want to be late or too tired to focus on it.

As you reached the door, you gave the apartment one last look over, and your eyes found Robert. He was staring at you, with an intensity that wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, or unwelcome. You gave him a smile, a wink, and finally your back, quickly followed by a closed door.

[fadingcoast]

WIP Name Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

I was tagged by: @holykryptonitekitten

So, my WIP’s currently are:

Patron Saint Of The Lost Causes

Death Of The Lie

The Paralyzing Truth

Dec bday (it doesn’t have a title, that’s the name of the file - also abandoned)

Love Is Madness (abandoned)

Everything else, has been deleted.

Tag: @fandom-and-feminism @nikkalia @mischievousbellerina 

[goodnightbuckybarnes]

golden antlers pt. ii

Sorry this has taken me so long to update! I’ve had a very busy couple of weeks, but I’m really glad to finally bring you the next installment of this story. The war has officially started, now, and you’re already at ground zero.

Tags: Loki X Reader (eventually), Loki, Infinity War

Warnings: Homelessness, emotional damage of Infinity War

Reading List: @fandom-trash-worth-it @markusstraya @holykryptonitekitten @curlyboyholland (want to be added? Let me know!)

You had always been too nice for your own good. As someone who had known hardship through the years, and had known it well, you had taken it upon yourself to make the world a better place. At least, as best as one bookstore clerk from the east part of Midtown, Manhattan could do.

How admirable.

You stuck post-it notes with smiley faces drawn on them in public bathrooms, fed stray cats, and put as much money as your meager paycheck would allow into coffee cans on deli counters that advertised charities you’d never heard of. So really, of course, it was no surprise that, when a homeless man stationed himself right outside your apartment building, you had to do something.

You had bought two cups of coffee from a corner store a few doors down from your apartment building. It was late summer, descending into fall, and the temperature was starting to drop. It was the least you could do, really, you said as you handed him the styrofoam cup, with kindness in your voice. The man looked up at you with what at first seemed like confusion, staring at you for a few long seconds before taking the cup, as if unable to comprehend that you offered it with no strings attached. As if he wasn’t sure if you knew exactly who you were talking to.

“Thank you.” He had murmured, taking the cup in both hands, blowing gently on the surface of the liquid before taking a sip. His black, greasy hair hung into his face so that most of it was obscured save for a pair of green eyes that looked strangely ancient, like they had seen the whole universe twice-over. The rest of his features were hidden, but what you could discern looked oddly familiar, though you couldn't quite place it.

You hesitated a second before speaking again.

“I just noticed you today for the first time this morning. You look like you haven’t had a proper place to sleep in months, though. You new in town?”  You bent down to speak with him from where he sat on the ground. He kept his gaze down.

“That’s certainly true.” He laughed bitterly. “It’s been a… challenging time for me as of late.”

“Do you need a place to stay?” You asked. “I know there’s a lot of shelters around here, but I’ve got an extra room. I reckon that would be a bit better than the Salvation Army.”

The man raised an eyebrow. “You want me in your apartment?” I could detect a slight accent in his voice.

You smiled. “Of course. I’d like to help you, and besides, I live alone. I’d appreciate the company”

The man stood slowly, stiffly.

“You’re very kind.” He said. “You know that?”

“I like to think of it as a karma thing.” You said. “By the way, my name’s Y/N.”

“You can call me... Luke.” He smiled, drawing his shoulders back. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You led him into your apartment building, through the small lobby and into the elevator. Other tenants stared at Luke, though he didn’t seem to mind. He carried himself with a swagger you would not expect from a man of his standing.

“Feel free to make yourself at home.” You said as you unlocked the door to your apartment. “Bathroom and bedroom are down the hall, the one on the left is my room.”

The man smiled gratefully, taking off his worn jacket and folding it over his arm.

“This is a lovely apartment. What do you do for a living, Y/N?”

“I work at a bookstore, but I have a lot of money saved.” You said, starting to busy yourself with tidying up. Your statement was... mostly true. You were a bookstore clerk, and you did have a lot of money, but how you got the funds to pay for a private apartment in East Midtown… that was your own secret.

You spent the next few hours cleaning and reading in your living room. The man, Luke, had settled in rather quickly, showering and changing briefly before gluing himself to the TV. He insisted you kept the news on, although nothing of interest was happening. You turned the pages of your book.

Then, Luke gasped.

You flinched, glanced up at the TV, at first hardly able to comprehend what you were seeing. It was footage of New York City, as usual, but there was something wholly wrong about it.

Floating above a cluster of buildings was a huge, black, spinning circle.

“No,” You whispered as more and more breaking new came in, footage of a fight happening downtown so close to where you were. You ran to the window, trying to see what was happening as the TV screamed in the background.

Tony Stark… Iron Man…. Bruce Banner and his alter ego… a man in a cape, Spider Man, alien attackers, explosions and chaos…

Not again.

You spun around, panic seizing your throat, and you almost yelled when you almost collided with Luke, who had come up behind you.

“We have to go.” He murmured, grabbing your wrist. He pushed open the door of your apartment, and started to drag you down the hall of the building. He looked terrified too. In your shock, you didn’t even try to protest. “This planet isn’t safe anymore.”

[brewinchesterskywalker]

I was tagged by @holykryptonitekitten and decided to oblige.

[wickednerdery]

Hey Ulfr, what did you do to get stuck at the TVA? (P.s. Two or three blondes miss you lol)

Ulfr: I killed someone.

Loki: *glares* Me, you rimy bastard, you killed me.

Ulfr: *chuckles* Yeah, I did. *sighs* But, apparently, I'm not...destined to do that so, now, I'm here.

Loki: Norns only know why they aren't just hitting the reset on you.

Ulfr: ...Anyway... *smiles* I'm assuredly missing those lovely blondes right back, tell them I say hello!

((Where one is, the other seems forever close by in my writings, haha! But, hey, can't complain about a surprise Loki, right? Thanks for the ask @holykryptonitekitten!! Anyone else wanna ask stuff just go here!!))

[holykryptonitekitten]

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Thank you!

[legendofmischief]

Sharing a stunning manip that @maniploki made for me of Winter’s Jotun appearance. Thank you so much, I LOVE it and sorry it’s taken me so long to post it..as you know I was just sitting there oogling it haha.

[betareaderwanted]

Looking for Beta

Fandom: Marvel

Ship: Loki x Mutant!Jotun!OC, Helblindi x Mutant!Jotun!OC

Rating: Mature, possibly explicit

Warnings: Murder, Dub-con smut, Non-con smut, torture, abuse, lack of moral compasses, blood, gore...etc

Type of beta reading: Grammar, spelling, general feedback, etc. Someone to talk to about ideas and if they fit with the story, characters etc.

How to contact: Message @holykryptonitekitten on tumblr

Status (complete or in progress, already posted or not): 2 chapters posted, whole story in progress.

Additional information (if needed): I write/have my works on google docs, and they are posted on my writing account @legendsofmischief