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liminalpebble · 6 months

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Never Enough (A Loki Comfort Fic)

Summary: It's not a easy life in Asgard's palace as Frigga's witchling apprentice and a victim of relentless teasing thanks to Thor and his warrior posse. You feel like a failure and a misfit, until the patron god of failures and misfits decides to comfort you.

A/N: Angst, comfort, fluff fic (ultimately feel good). Wholesome. Pre-Thor 1 Loki. Loki x reader. Just a little something I wrote to cheer myself up after a week of feeling like I'm getting it all wrong and being stupid. I hope it makes you feel better too if you're going through the same thing.

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You slammed through the double doors and took long angry strides down the hallway, anxious to get to the privacy of your quarters before tears released themselves from your eyes. None of them...NONE of them...had ever seen you cry, or scream or loose your temper, and you'd be damned if they saw it now.

You considered it some kind of dysfunctional personal record at this point. You saw inscrutability as a strength. If you had to feel alone, you figured, you could at least lean into it and make yourself strong enough to not need the people who would reject you anyway.

All they saw was the serious apprentice in the black velvet gown who stuck to the shadows in every way. Thor, however, saw this seriousness as an opportunity for jest between himself and his warrior friends on many occasions. One day, when the entire court dined together, he turned from his pile of food and gallon of ale to smile at you. Your heart and stomach dropped, knowing he was somehow about to make an ass of you despite your best efforts.

He bellowed your name. You closed your eyes and let out a long breath, gathering your patience for the great oaf.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Tell me, who do you favor in the races?”

“I know not of them, Prince, so I have no preference.”

“Yes, but for the hel of it. Pick one,” he goaded.

“I suppose Volstagg's steed, as it has the better record?”

The entire room erupted in raucous laughter. All except for one person. The younger prince of Asgard sat quietly with a dangerous look on his pale face.

Fandral shouted drunkenly, “My lady, Volstagg's steed couldn't jump over a single brick, much less a full set of hurdles. Are you entirely sure you're Asgardian, knowing so little about these things?”

Another ripple of laughter erupted around the room. This, you thought, was the final straw. You couldn't stop making small stupid errors lately in your magical training with Frigga. Although she was patient and kind, you could see the disapproval in your beloved mentor's eyes and that was worse than a tirade. And now this.

You took a breath, gathered yourself behind the inscrutable mask you were so accustomed to now, and politely excused yourself for the evening with some remark about the late hour.

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Now you raced against your feelings as you stepped quickly down the marble hall, nearly to the safety of your quarters, to privacy. I'm going to make it. You told yourself.

As you reached towards the door of your quarters, a blinding green light interrupted you and Loki's form materialized in your path.

You flinched a little, surprised that the younger prince stood before you with his hands calmly held behind his back.

Alright, just a little longer. Keep it together just a little longer. You ordered yourself.

“Your...Your Highness. What can I do for you?”

He took a measured breath and stepped closer, icy eyes looking down to meet yours, “Dear lady, I was actually wondering what I could do for you.”

You swallowed hard. You had always found the sly brilliant prince intimidating. You studied magic alongside him under Frigga's tutelage. He was spectacular, running circles around you every single lesson. In all these years, he never so much as said an entire sentence to you until now. He seemed barely aware of your presence, in fact, focused instead on larger schemes, ambition and glorious purpose.

You chuckled at the thought. Glorious purpose...meanwhile I have no purpose at all.

“What's so funny?” the prince asked, brows knitted in confusion.

To your horror, you found you had only begun to laugh harder and suddenly you couldn't stop, “Sorry...my liege...I just. Sometimes the arbitrary cruelty of my stupid life strikes me as, well, very tragic...and very funny.”

To your surprise, Loki smiled...not a small polite grin that you'd seen him give many times, but a full wide mischievous Cheshire cat smile, broadcasting an almost manic delight. It frightened you a bit, but gods, he looked even more shockingly handsome than before. You didn't think that was possible.

You flinched a little as he walked closer and his hand came to your face. His fingers felt cool against your hot skin as you realized he was wiping tears away; tears you didn't even realize you had begun to cry.

He nodded toward your door and placed a graceful hand on the small of your back, guiding you. With an understanding kindness in his eyes he whispered. “Come on, let's sit and talk.”

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As you sat facing each other on your couch, he conjured two warm cups of tea and a blanket around you. Surprised, you gripped both closer to you and the warm comfort began to seep through the cracks of your icy loneliness.

“Thank you,” you said with a small smile.

He inclined his head of beautiful black hair in a graceful nod. “My pleasure.”

“Forgive me for asking, Your Highness...”

“Loki...just Loki...please.”

“Loki,” you said slowly, cautiously. “Why...why are you doing this? Why are you being so kind.”

He sipped for a moment, taking time to gather his thoughts (a habit his brother apparently didn't share). “I know what it's like. I've been where you are. I've felt what you feel.”

His large lovely eyes never left you, bright and blue and full of sincerity. Not what you were expecting from the god of lies. “Forgive me, Si....Loki...but no, you don't. And no, you haven't.” You took a deep breath and looked to your hands, his intense gaze becoming too much. “You're perfect...at magic...at everything...a prince of the realm. Your place is solid and secure and important. You have a glorious purpose. I...I am simply not enough...not good enough...not smart enough...not enough like them.”

You began to sniff and squint and look away, horrified that the hot tears dared to fall in front of him, of all people. His long hand found yours and encompassed it. He scooted closer and said, “Darling, I assure you, I'm not perfect. I've also been the butt of Thor's stupid jokes and mockery for years on end, the mere spare prince to my kingdom. No one listens to me. I'm not like them. I never was, and I'm not sure why. Much like you, I say very little because I'm trying to be strong, trying to not give them any more fodder to ridicule me. I live in the shadows, just as you do.”

You met his piercing eyes this time, with your soft ones. Loki thought they looked so kind, that you looked so beautiful in this moment and he scolded himself for not reaching out to you sooner. He had always had so much affection for your, but he never dared come closer. You had built walls around yourself just as high and thick as his own, after all. Of course, It didn't fool him, and he always wanted to know what was behind them. “That's a shame,” you said, squeezing his hand. “How can they not see how incredible you are. How dare they treat such a beautiful person so badly?” You said in awe.

He peaked his eyebrows and smiled sweetly, his own eyes welling at your praise. Loki had always seemed dangerous and alluring to you, all angles and metal and leather and deep silky voice. You had never seen him so solicitous and vulnerable. You said carefully, “I...I realize, that this is a gift, you've given me. I don't take it for granted.”

“What do you mean?”

“Seeing you more...intimately. I'm grateful. It's good to not be alone for once.”

“You matter, darling. You are so much more than 'enough'. You are exquisite.” he said, kissing your forehead. “Now,” he said, conjuring a dagger with a dangerous glint in his eye, “Let have a bit of fun with Thor and his friends, shall we?”

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hunny-beann · 5 months

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Desiderium II

Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

<- Part I

Note: Thank you so much to everyone who left such kind feedback on the first part of this series! <3

Warnings: A little bit of angst, mentions of death/disappearances, a crazy amount of pining

Word Count: 6,170

It had all started well over one thousand years ago, when you and the now so well known god of mischief were but babes at the mercy of the wild world around you.

You, the daughter of a powerful and well sought after witch named Karliah and an experienced healer named Tal, born and raised for eight years within the woods of Asgard until destiny laid herself bare before you and stole you away.

A witchling by blood, and a strong one at that, your parents had brought you up with grace and dignity in mind, each passing day a new lesson, and each moment spent a gift, though one that sadly ended up being in low reserve.

Eight blessed years of life spent with two loving parents, before it was traded for a still well-loved, but slightly more lonely life with your aunt, whose adoration did not make up for your sorrows, but did keep you from going down the wrong path upon your loss.

'Abandoned' they had called you when your dear aunt moved you out of the woods and into the palace to live alongside her, 'Left behind', they'd said.

But deep down, nearly everyone knew the truth of the matter.

Karliah was no weak woman, and Tal no coward. If neither had come for their daughter within the first few days of their sudden absence, then surely something had come for them, something strong enough to harm the most powerful witch in the known realms outside of those found within the royal family.

Most shuddered at the thought of this, and stuck to the tall tales of your improper abandonment instead.

'Poor witchling, left to die, so lucky to have been brought in by the merciful hands of her aunt, the palace teacher, educator of the princes and all other royal manners of children, be them visitors or otherwise.'

Oh, and of course, you.

From eight onward, you had lived within the palace walls, wandering from corridor to corridor and exploring every available nook and cranny until you had all but mapped it out within your mind, branding this once so foreign place as your home with a childlike fondness.

And you had not done such a thing by your lonesome, had you?

No, of course not, for everyone knew of your friendship with the feeblest prince, little Loki Odinson, the magic bearer, the one who used his mother's feminine magic, the seidr, over that which had been deemed stronger by the many men of Asgard.

The boy cared not for his image after all, he was just a child, the second born son of a god, and thus not the one who would have to worry about succeeding the throne himself someday.

No, that duty fell to Thor, more brawn than brains, but oh so sweet, though he notably lacked the vast intelligence of his brother.

It was as if someone had cut the perfect child in twain and created some hilariously different duo to see what the Allfather might do.

And though he loved them both, it was clear that in Odin's eye, the brawn came before the brains nearly every single time.

So, while Thor had his expectations laid out before him upon his birth, Loki had spent his days wandering the halls with you, the little witchling and her trickster prince, bound together by adventure and some childlike wonder found only in the eyes of those who had yet to learn but craved so desperately to do so.

The two of you were as close as close could get, tugging each other along by the hand, whispering secrets into one another's ears, every day a new opportunity to amuse yourselves in spite of the boredom that seemed to surround the palace.

Though, notably, you seemed to be the most interesting character of all, and perhaps that had been what had drawn your trickster prince to you in the first place.

Your mother's daughter to be sure, just as she'd had prophetic visions, ones containing the future in bursts that she often controlled, you had something rather similar, though far less easily grasped.

You, Asgard's little witchling, had prophetic dreams randomly while deep within your slumber, something that you had learned shortly after taking up residence within the palace.

It made you miss your mother tremendously to have her powers, and you resented the lack of control that you had over them, but even so, as each passing dream came true, you found suddenly that you were far more useful to those around you.

You were able to say which one of two dinner options might be best for upcoming guests based upon visions you would see weeks prior to their arrival, and on more than one occasion, you had avoided being caught by straying away from the wrong hallways while on your adventures with your dear friend after having had a particularly useful dream a night or two beforehand

Loki, of course, so heavily fixated on his intense study of magic, was entranced by this naturally inherited power of yours, and would gladly spend hours hearing you talk about your visions, no matter how mundane.

Except after one dark evening, he found that you no longer wished to.

You had woken up pale, a sure sign of a vision the night before, one that the god of mischief, thirteen years old at the time, knew all too well.

He had greeted you enthusiastically, something that was not so uncharacteristic of him at that time, only to find that you did not wish to talk about what you had seen.

Something bad, he'd realized with a start, having never considered before the downside to a power such as yours.

Sure, your mother had been able to control hers in some ways, but yours could appear almost as nightmares to you, uncontrollable and painful, because in the end, waking up offered little relief.

It could still come true after all, more than likely would too.

Not a very fair situation for such a young witch to endure on her own.

So, he decided, you would not have to.

And thus, a promise had been made.

Under the blooming flowers of one of many beautiful trees in the queen's garden, you and the god of mischief locked your pinkies together in fealty.

You would no longer hide your visions, no matter how frightening, from your prince, and in turn, he would never lie to you, at least not on purpose.

It was a childish way to appease one another, but in the end, that promise was what ended up driving you onward far into the future.

In fact, that promise was why you had ended up in the Avenger's Tower in the first place, lying on the floor with an audience of heroes watching as the man who had once been your closest friend rushed toward you, falling to his knees close enough that he could touch you if only he reached out.

You had missed his touch more than that of anyone else throughout your many years of solitude, a fact which gnawed at you slightly when you thought about your aunt and the wonderful hugs she had once given, until the final one, which had oh so sadly been in farewell.

Still, even she could not top the feeling of being held by Loki Laufeyson, though back when he had still done so, he had been Loki Odinson to you, and to everyone that knew him.

It had been Loki Odinson who had danced with you at nearly every social event, Loki Odinson who had mastered the art of sneaking into your room each night, Loki Odinson who had held your hand sweetly since childhood as you'd wandered through paths yet untraveled by your feet, and Loki Odinson who had kissed you beneath that same tree which the two of you had made that binding promise under.

You could only hope, as you looked up at the man before you, that Loki Laufeyson was not so terribly different.

You were unsure if you could take another loss, after all, not after having been alone for so very long, yearning to see the face of the one you once loved, silently praying that he might find you somehow, back in that old cabin where the two of you had carved your names in your youth.

Over your one hundred or so years there, you had all but traced that carving raw, remembering what it had been like to have the god of mischief at your side.

There was no longing like that which you felt for Loki, and of that you were certain.

Even as he stared at you with such a wild expression that you almost wondered if he had gone mad at the sight of you after so many years, perhaps having long since thought you gone from him.

It would not be so strange, after all, that you would have died in the time that passed. As far as your dear Loki knew, you were but a witchling, your immortality fragile and preserved almost entirely by the safe life that you once had led in the palace alongside him until your "disappearance".

You almost shuddered to think about explaining all of that to him now, and wondered briefly in the back of your mind if any part of him blamed you for your sudden absence.

Had his father told him of all that had transpired? Had Thor? Or had your dear prince of Asgard been left to wonder what had become of you, assuming himself abandoned at your hand?

As you gazed up at his still so perfect features, taking in their persistent familiarity, you found that you could not tell.

That is, until he spoke up, voice husky and thick with what almost sounded like grief, or the impending weight of tears.

"Starlight?"

He repeated as if in disbelief, the familiar name causing you to freeze up instantly.

You stared, unable to move nor speak.

The entire room fell silent as everyone watched on in shock at the scene unfolding before them.

There, on the floor, having just fallen out of some magical hole in the wall, was a woman. The very same woman, in fact, that this small group of avengers had just seen smiling within Loki's hellishly realistic dream as the duo lovingly lived out their life together.

A life that had never existed.

A life that, according to the adopted son of Odin himself, never would.

Except he'd never anticipated this, had he?

No, they could see his surprise in the way he stared down at you, his hands hovering just inches away as if he were afraid you would turn to dust before his very eyes if he even dared touch you.

And maybe you would, it was hard to tell when one did not know, after all.

Hard to tell, indeed.

The silence persisted for several long moments, before finally, you spoke up.

"I-I found you,"

You began, a soft smile gracing your lips, though it notably did not erase the obvious exhaustion from your eyes,

"It worked."

Loki frowned at that, his eyebrows knitting with confusion as he remained on his knees before you, the god of mischief, so besotted and enamored by your presence that he would live upon his knees once more, for however long you so required.

A surprising sight, to be sure, at least for all who bore witness to it from the outskirts.

Though notably, you did not seem to pay it any mind, as if his almost pleading body language was a normal part of speaking with him that you had come to know so well.

Loki reached forward hesitantly, his fingers outstretched as if he were about to place his hand upon glass, and with another tired smile, you did the same, placing your smaller fingertips against his with a sense of ease that had the entire room outside of yourselves wondering what could possibly be going on in front of them.

Who were you? What were you doing here? How had you gotten here? And why was the god of mischief himself looking at you as if he'd seen a ghost?

Whatever answers they were seeking though, they did not find quite yet, not in the still pervasive quiet of that room you all inhabited.

Still, all watched on with immense interest as Loki's eyes widened at your touch, and he withdrew as if stung, expression morphing into one of confusion, pain, and longing all at once, all of these being emotions that few in this room had ever seen him experience before.

"What are you doing here?"

Loki asked cautiously as he lowered his hand back down to his side, watching with sharp eyes as you did the very same with a casualness that nearly made him shiver.

If this was not truly you, then it was a damn good copy, one that rivaled any of his own creation in the history of time itself.

You let out a shaky sigh, your smile somehow growing more exhausted each time that you wore it upon your face.

"I needed to find you. I know that it's been a long time, and that you probably won't have any idea what I'm talking about when I say this, but I made a promise, and I am bound not only by my word, or the title I was given, but also by my care for you to ensure that I keep it, no matter what."

You looked down toward the floor, clearly expecting Loki to overwhelm you with questions, having long since anticipated his reaction to a moment such as this one, especially since it had been so very long since your promise had been made...

But to your surprise, he only had one question to ask, one that had the entire room buzzing with quiet conversation and confusion, and your eyes alight with utter shock.

"You've had a vision?"

He asked gently, tone low and concerned, eyes seeking yours and clearly finding the answer he was looking for there within in instant.

You nodded anyway.

Loki turned immediately to the small crowd standing behind him, though he was most notably looking for Tony, his expression pleading for the very first time since he had been imprisoned within this realm.

"I apologize for the suddenness of my request, Stark, but might you have some available space for her to stay?"

He asked quietly, as if trying to keep their discussion private in spite of the crowd watching on curiously.

"I believe this conversation may take us some time..."

He trailed off, thankfully having his question answered before he had to elaborate any further.

"Uh yeah sure, there's an empty room two doors down from yours, have at it..."

Tony trailed off himself after a few moments, before finally he continued,

"Just uh, keep me updated, okay? I try to make it a habit to actually know the people who are staying on my property."

Loki offered the man a rather firm nod in response to his request, moving into a kneeling position and offering his hand to you, his fingers outstretched and his palm upturned,

"Can you stand, starlight?"

He murmured, and immediately you nodded, grasping onto the god's hand and pulling yourself to your feet just as he did the same, allowing the audience to truly see you for the very first time, though it was your clothing far more than your physical form that garnered their attention.

The cloak around your shoulders was a deep and stunning green adorned with familiar gold accents, though on the inside, it was dark and lined with what somehow looked to be a billion little gold stars lighting up a night sky. It was almost as if they twinkled even as you stood still, wrapping the fabric tighter around your neck as everyone seemed to stare.

"Follow me." Loki said quietly, letting go of your hand after a brief moment of hesitance, and though you nodded, taking a few short steps forward just as the god began to make his way toward the door, you did not make it nearly as far as he, instead having your eyes roll back suddenly before you pitched forward without warning, the sensation of a single strong arm wrapping around your waist from behind as voices sounded from all around you being the last sensation you felt before darkness closed in.

The next thing that you knew, you were waking up in an entirely unfamiliar room, in an equally unfamiliar bed with a soft groan of confusion and pain, your head throbbing and your bones aching in spite of your still relatively young age (as far as Asgardians went, that is).

Immediately, your eyes landed upon the god sitting in a chair beside you, his gaze unwavering yet somehow almost casual as he took in the sight of you once more.

How long had it been since he had seen you last? Over one hundred years at least, that was to be sure.

You gazed back at him, a pained groan leaving you just before you spoke,

"What happened?"

You asked, hearing the god of mischief hum from where he sat before he pushed a glass of water in your direction.

You took it eagerly, beginning to drink it in small and controlled sips.

"You over exerted yourself."

Loki said simply,

"Whatever it is that you did to get here nearly took every ounce of energy that you had."

His tone was disapproving as he spoke, but you chose to ignore it in favor of focusing a little bit too hard on your water in an effort to avoid him.

This was harder to do than you'd thought it would be, seeing him after all this time.

It didn't make it hurt any less, not even in spite of all the years that had passed, and you struggled not to stare at the way his hair still fell the same, and his clothing still looked so similar.

It did not appear as though either of you had changed in the slightest, and yet you knew for a fact that such a thing was not true.

"We both know that you were taught better than to risk your health for something foolish."

Loki said, his tone stern but his voice soft, as if he hadn't yet decided how he was supposed to address you.

You sighed in response, looking away at the subtle reminder of who exactly it had been that had worked so tirelessly to teach you better.

You did not dare allow yourself the opportunity to wonder what had become of her.

"We do."

You replied casually, though your tone betrayed your nerves, as did your fidgety body language.

"But this is far from foolish, I'm afraid."

You all but murmured, watching as your old friend leaned closer, urging you silently to continue,

So, you did.

"I-..."

You trailed off, briefly giving up before finally starting over again.

It was so hard to explain, all of this, all that had happened, but Loki deserved to know the truth, and if no one else would tell him, and you had made a promise, then who were you to deny him the knowledge that was so rightfully his?

"Lo..."

You trailed off a second time as you watched the god of mischief flinch at the once familiar nickname, immediately causing you to clear your throat and try again.

"Loki, there is something that I have to tell you, and I want you to know that it was never my decision to keep it from you for this long. When I found out, I searched and searched all over for you, but Odin found me first, and there was nothing that I could do but flee..."

Loki looked down at you, confusion etched into each of his features,

"I do not understand."

He spoke,

"What does Odin have to do with the promise you once made to me? In what manner has he worked his way into this?"

You frowned, unable to meet the gaze of the being who had once been your best friend, and then almost so much more, as you finally spoke.

"Loki, Odin has everything to do with this, because it was he who banished me and made it impossible for me to find you for so long. He saw me as I was searching the palace for you, and could tell from my complexion alone that I'd had a vision..."

You trailed off for a moment, but Loki motioned for you to continue, his body language reminding you of the way that he had once so eagerly listened to the tales of your visions, his eyes always wide and his body always leaned in toward yours, as if he feared that he might miss something if he could not make out every little syllable and each individual pause.

Oh, how you missed those times with him.

Yet even so, instead of lingering upon those thoughts as you so wished to, you carried on.

"He could tell that I'd had a vision, yet when I would not tell him of what, and I insisted that I speak to you instead, he seemed to know immediately what I had witnessed, in spite of how hard I had tried to hide it."

Loki raised a questioning brow at you, his gaze still unwavering,

"So he knew what you saw and did not approve of you telling me?"

You nodded, but it seemed that Loki was not yet finished,

"Alright, that's easy enough to understand, but what does any of that have to do with this promise we made to one another? How did his knowing of your vision stop you from telling me of it for so long? And what could have possibly consumed you to waste so much energy on finding me just to keep your childhood promise after all of these years?"

You flinched slightly at the barrage of questions, but did your best to respond,

"I know this is complicated, but you have to understand, Loki, Odin never wished for you to know, and he was willing to do whatever he needed to in order to ensure that you didn't."

Loki sighed, dropping his head into his hand,

"And what exactly was it that you saw then, starlight? Do you intend upon enlightening me anytime soon?"

He was growing cross with you now, in that very same way he once had with his teachers when they did not give him the answers to his questions as directly as he wished.

He was still so hungry for knowledge, and you could not help but wonder what trouble that had gotten him into throughout your many years apart.

You placed your hand upon his, palm grazing the back of his hand more out of habit than anything else, though you did not move it even when he tensed, desperately wanting to believe that he still found something soothing within your presence, and that you had not lost him entirely, not when he still owned so very much of your heart and soul.

"I am going to tell you, Loki, why would I come here just to break my promise?"

You reasoned gently, watching as your dear god of mischief simply scoffed lightly before looking toward the ground, never one to admit it when he had overreacted.

"What I saw in my vision was no small revelation, and I want you to know that keeping it from you for so very long was never my intention."

You began, eyes growing desperate as you took both of the god's hands into your own, causing him to look up toward you once more,

"I was banished, Loki, never would I have chosen to betray you so otherwise, and I pray that you know that."

The god sitting before you pulled his hands away from yours at that, eyes growing weary, as if he was no longer certain that he could trust you.

It nearly shattered your heart to feel his touch be ripped away from yours after so very long of being alone, of missing him each and every day, but even still you did not reach back out for him again in that moment.

"Betray me?"

He whispered, his tone gaining a slight edge to it as he spoke,

"What do you speak of, witchling?"

He hissed, and you were quick to respond,

"My prince, you do not understand, what I am saying is that I never would have chosen to betray you by waiting as long as I have to tell you what I am about to. You have always been dear to me, and I have felt guilt eat away at me for all of these years that I have allowed this lie to endure in spite of my knowledge, even if I could not risk helping it until now."

Loki sighed, motioning for you to continue,

"Just get on with it then, I desire not to be kept in such suspense regarding my own life, starlight."

You took a deep breath, nodding as you began, trying your best to maintain eye contact even when it got hard.

"Loki, over one hundred years ago, I had a vision of some event far in the future, wherein you sought out your father's treasures, and learned a most difficult truth."

You watched as the being sitting in front of you stiffened slightly, his gaze widening as he slowly shook his head back and forth.

"No."

He whispered, and you watched on in confusion as he continued,

"No, no, it cannot be. You cannot possibly know. My sole comfort throughout all of these years was that you had no way of knowing..."

He carried on, and hesitantly, you reached forward to take his hand once more, and this time, he simply stared down at where you were touching him, as if not entirely believing your touch to be real anymore.

You offered him a look of deep compassion and sympathy, before finally you continued,

"You are not Odin's true son, Loki, but a-"

"Monster."

He cut you off, voice still quiet and body all too still as he stared down at your enjoined hands.

You shook your head,

"No Lo, not a monster, that is not what I-"

"My knowledge of your vision has come far too late, my dear."

Loki said gravely, a deep and humorless chuckle leaving him as he finally looked you in the eyes again, allowing you to see the tears that had built up there in spite of how hard he had tried to hold them at bay.

To the untrained eye perhaps, they may not have been so obvious, but even after all of these years, you knew his eyes far too well to not notice that they were growing wet.

Your brow creased in confusion and concern as you took his other hand in yours once more, squeezing both the way you always had before when he had experienced some great emotional suffering.

"Whatever do you mean, my prince?"

You asked gently, watching as Loki's expression morphed into one of so many emotions that you could scarcely name them all in the brief moment that they flashed upon his face.

Grief, sorrow, anger, longing, disgust, guilt. So many things to feel, and none of them good.

He continued,

"I'm afraid that what you have revealed is a truth long known to me, sweet starlight."

He said quietly, and instantly you understood, your expression falling as sadness overcame you, not only over you being too late to help him avoid further suffering, but over the way that he so clearly felt about himself.

He thought what he was to be a monster, something to be feared and hated as if it meant a thing.

You squeezed his hands again, urging him to look into your eyes, and drawn in by a habit he had once believed to be long since forgotten, he did, seeking out something within you that you were unsure of, but desperately wished to give.

"Loki, I am so very sorry that I was too late to tell you the truth. I studied so long to find some way to get to you, but I could not risk trying anything until I felt more certain of what might work for fear of Odin finding me."

The god before you regarded your words with utter shock, but you simply smiled in response,

"I will explain all when the time comes, sweet prince, but for now, please just know that you are no less Loki to me now than you ever were, nor were you any less Loki when I learned the truth. You are Loki Laufeyson, or even Loki Odinson if you so choose, and you are a crowned prince of Asgard and the god of mischief. No lineage could ever change that or take it away from you. You are no different now than you were back when you did not know."

Loki regarded you with brief confusion, as if he had never anticipated for you to feel such a way, or maybe for anyone to for that matter, and then suddenly, his eyes were squinted, his mind obviously deep in thought.

You had no doubt that this was partially in effort to change the subject to one he was far more readily prepared to discuss, but you did not tell him that you knew this.

He would talk when he was ready, if he ever truly was.

"Hold on a moment,"

He began,

"I understand that you did not explain all, but there is one thing that I cannot ever see making any sense."

He continued, eyes searching yours for the answer to a question that was yet unasked.

You shrugged,

"Lay it on me, Lo, I'm an open book."

Loki bristled a bit at the nickname, but said nothing, likely all too aware of how much of a habit it was for you, even after all of these years.

To hear it fall from your lips so easily though...

He distracted himself with his question immediately to stop that thought where it began.

"I know that you wished to keep your promise to me, that much is clear, but you spoke earlier of you having done so not for your word, and not for your title, but for care."

You nodded, cheeks reddening slightly at the memory, though the god sitting before you was clearly far too deep in thought to consider the connotation of your words as heavily as he otherwise may have.

"Your care is easy to understand, and your word is another worthy mention when it comes to reasons you may have worked so tirelessly to find me, but I do not understand what you mean by your title. What title is a witchling so bound by that would keep her from breaking her fealty to me? Why would you say such a thing at all?"

You looked away, unable to meet your old friend's gaze even as his eyes bore into you,

"Well..."

You murmured, eyes meeting his once more before you quickly looked away again, hoping somehow, that even after all of these years apart that the silence might speak for you the way that it always had with him.

He had been all but capable of reading your mind once, and who was to say that such a thing ever truly went away?

You watched as Loki's eyes widened by a millimeter, a slight inhale alerting you to some subtle realization that had just entered through the back of his mind, one that he had not been at all prepared to consider, but that made far too much sense for his liking, particularly as he considered all that had happened to you further.

His hand found the underside of your jaw, and without warning, he tilted your head upward, forcing you to look him in the eyes, allowing you to see all of the emotions building within his green irises.

Confusion, anger, frustration, but most of all, disbelief, though you could tell that the latter of the four was quickly fading.

"Starlight, did you tell Odin what you saw within your vision that day?"

He asked sternly, and, swallowing thickly, you shook your head, watching as the god of mischief's eyes widened even further.

"No."

He said matter of factly, repeating your answer as if it might make it easier for him to process what he was slowly coming to realize,

"You- You never told him what you saw."

His tone was incredulous as he spoke, his expression incredibly hard to read as he stood, using the grip you still had on his hands to tug you up alongside him.

His eyes found yours once more now that you were standing together, his head shaking back and forth almost as if he were in utter disbelief of what you were saying.

"And you know what he did, don't you? What you've become?"

He asked gently, and slowly, hesitantly, you nodded, watching as the prince of Asgard chuckled from above you,

"What a surprise you've been at every step of the way, starlight."

He muttered, leaning his head down against yours like he used to for the briefest of moments before he pulled away, clearing his throat slightly as he did.

"Well, now that we have some of those things clarified, what do you say we give the others a real introduction, hmm?"

You nodded after a moment of contemplation, moving to wrap your cloak around your shoulders once more, just barely missing the way that Loki's eyes shone at the familiar sight of it, his hands briefly reaching out toward you before he stopped himself and walked across the room to open the door for you.

From there, he guided you out into a long hallway, maneuvering the two of you about until finally, you reached a rather large common area, where you suddenly realized with a start that everyone from before was waiting.

Thor smiled at you from where he sat on the couch, the apologetic edge to it very nearly causing your heart to weep.

There were few who deserved to feel guilty over what had happened to you less so than Thor, who had only been doing what he was told.

You would have to speak with him privately soon, to thank him for having caught you when you fell forward earlier on in the day, if nothing else.

Though, you suspected that the two of you would have plenty to talk about beyond that.

The room was silent as you and the god at your side entered quietly, all eyes on the two of you as Loki cleared his throat slightly before finally speaking.

"So, as many of you have likely surmised, this is the witchling that was present in the portion of my dream that I showed earlier."

At that, you shot a glance toward the asgardian beside you, briefly wondering what on earth he could have possibly been referencing, when he brought the topic back to the discussion at hand, successfully distracting you for the time being.

"That said, she is no illusion or dream, nor is she some spirit come back to haunt me."

You watched as the man who had granted you permission to utilize a room earlier groaned at that, slapping a wad of green paper into the hand of a blonde woman who sat next to him, who simply grinned subtly.

Still, Loki paid this no mind, and continued after a brief pause,

"She is very real, and though both of us are rather confused, we are working together to figure out what exactly is going on here."

At that, a multitude of hands shot up, causing Loki to glare at those who had raised them until they begrudgingly lowered them once more.

"We will happily inform you of all that we know in just a few moments,"

He said pointedly, causing a few of the people who had been so eager to ask questions before to roll their eyes at his dramatics, though they appeared to be fairly used to them by now based upon their reactions.

"But before we get to that, I would like to introduce you properly."

Loki sighed deeply, casting you a sidelong glance of what almost appeared to be sympathy before he finally continued,

"Starlight, meet my... coworkers of sorts, the avengers."

He began, and you gave a small wave to the people in the room, smiling the tiniest bit when a few friendly looking faces waved back, some even eagerly.

Still, that almost peaceful atmosphere was clearly not meant to last forever, because after Loki's next sentence, well...

"Avengers, meet starlight, the Aesir goddess of compassion, mercy, and fidelity."

All hell broke loose.

Desiderium Tag List: @princess-ofthe-pages

Loki Tag List: @mischief2sarawr

#loki x reader #loki x yn #loki x female reader #loki x fem reader #loki marvel #loki odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x you #loki odinson #loki fanfiction #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki x reader angst #loki angst #fic: desiderium #desiderium

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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Cherry's Favorites

Contains NSFW, blood, dark themes and more, just my personal favorites, many characters and topics

Jim Hopper NSFW headcanons

Guard Dog | Brahms Heelshire

The Stains | Eddie Munson

Fake Plastic Love | Fwb!Eddie Munson

Meet the Munsons | Stepbrother!Eddie Munson

This is Wrong | Stepbrother!Eddie Munson

Man of the Month | Loki

Spell gone wrong | Loki

Tale as Old as Time | Jotun!Loki

Lokitty

Haunted | Brahms Heelshire

Hellfire Baby | Eddie Munson

Dungeons and (pink) dragons | Hellfire baby part 2

The "yes" policy | Eddie Munson

Affection | Eddie Munson

Loki's Di-Llama

Good Neighbors | Steddie

Clandestine Fucks | Loki

Toy Cars and Princess Tea Parties | Steddie

Three Men, a Little Lady a Baby and Steve | Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn horny blurb

The Witchling and the God | Witch!Reader x Avenger!Loki

As the world burns | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Dusk | Joseph Quinn

Porn | Perv!Stepbro!Eddie Munson

Boobie | Joseph Quinn

Period Sex | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Morning sex | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

More boobies | Joseph Quinn

Save me | Brahms Heelshire

Letters to my (future) love | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Summer | Pregnant!Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Billy as a father

The boys next door | Steddie x Reader

Breeding kink with Eddie Munson

Goofy Eddie during sex

It happened one night in recess | Omegaverse Eddie Munson x Reader

Steddie x Reader

Eye contact | Steddie x Reader

Like the wind | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Having sex in the school's bathroom | Eddie Munson

Spooning with Eddie

Eddie eats you out from the back any chance he gets

Sex tape | Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A new dungeon | Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Waiter Eddie

Hopper loves pussy

Best boys (Steve, Eddie and Billy) with pets

I'll bite your dick | Eddie Munson

Get in line | Best boys x Reader

Eddie is strong boi

High sex drive | Joseph Quinn

Somno | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Exhibitionism | Steddie x Reader

Morning, my love | Eddie Munson

Squirting and making a mess with Eddie

Riding Eddie's face

Eddie loves pussy

Falling asleep on him | Joseph Quinn

Fucked up | Drunkstepbro!Eddie x reader

New Year's Eve with Joseph Quinn

Watching You | Modern!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Lose yourself | Eddie Munson x Reader

What is this? | Eddie Munson

Pegging Eddie

Stepbro!Eddie <3

More Stepbro!Eddie <3

Sudden dominance | Joseph Quinn

Dom!Nasty!Eddie

Steve's balls are his weak spot

Stepbro!Steve let's Billy fuck you

Best boys spoil reader

Joseph and pregnant reader

Harringrove x Reader

Eddie can't refuse a dare

Sleepy sex with Joe

Headboard | Eddie Munson

Are you leaving? | Eddie Munson x Reader

Vampire!Eddie

She's got the look | Eddie Munson x Plus size!Reader

In here loser | Steddie x Reader

Sweets | Steddie x Plus Size!Reader

Disfrutando | Brahms Heelshire x Reader

A crying shame | Prince Paul x Fem!Reader

Brahms' mommy kink

Mirror sex with Joseph Quinn

Pregananant reader with Joseph Quinn

Do Ya Wanna Taste It? | Eddie Munson

Inked | Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve

Watch me | Joseph Quinn

Goofy Steve during sex

Babysitting for Steve Harrington

This whole masterlist has a chokehold on me

Steddie getting off thinking about reader

Dinner for Three | Steddie x reader

Gamer!Eddie x AFAB!Reader

Bad Habit | Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Bad idea | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Cute poly Steddie x Reader

Steve's development

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tadpoles-and-daydreams · 17 days

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Just so y'all know, I'm pouring some of my soul out in this post. It gets emotional-please mind the gaslighting tw <3 There's no pressure to read this, I just feel this needs to be said and hopefully will help someone out there.

In case this helps someone, the reason I say "Telling witchlings/baby witches that negative entities will pretend to be deities, or that they can't trust their deities is damaging" is because it damaged my craft directly. Not only as a witchling, but even now.

When I first started it was because I hid that I was working with Persephone from everyone except close friends, because I was scared I would be judged. Persephone came to me, and I had no reason to ignore the call. There was no questioning whether it was truly a goddess that had stepped into my head when I woke up from the fever dream (affectionate) that she sent me with the name "Persephone" blaring in my head.

Even now, Loki spent a solid chunk last night, late as hell, sitting with me while I spiraled. And it was a bad spiral, at least by my standards. I'm really good at gaslighting myself, not-so-fun fact, and I saw something talking about people convincing themselves that deities were around when really it was just their own imagination. I understand that that post might be helpful to some, so if anyone knows what post I'm talking about PLEASE do not attack them. And if you happen to have posted that, PLEASE do not continue reading this post and please don't feel bad. I don't remember if it was in my following or for you or your tags- but that's not the point.

The point is, of course my brain decided that today was the day to fuck me up! Yayyyyy. /s I had already been, due to some recent information I got about where my deity work will be going (that's a separate post) questioning the validity of my craft. Who the HELL am I to do that sort of work? Why me? I'm just some dude. I'm not even "just some dude" I'm some dude who actively struggles to do just about anything in life. Y'all I was having A TimeTM and seeing that post was the final straw.

So I sat there, cards in hand, completely unable to get any direct communication from Loki because my head was too loud and I was questioning whether or not they were even real at all. And I've gone from "trickster energy = asshole who laughs at others" to trusting Loki with all I have so quickly, because they sat with me. I could feel them even if I couldn't "hear" them. Card after card telling me I'm supported, I'm on the right path, what I've been told I'm meant to do is my path and not some "'chosen one' bullshit" as I remember wording it. Nothing but love and support. I pulled The Fool twice, which just felt like a nudge of "Hey, I really am here." (For those of you who may not know, The Fool is associated with Loki!)

This is.... a vulnerable thing to put in a tumblr post, but I leave it here anyway. I did get one thing from him, as I was going to bed. I thanked them for staying, even when I was too stressed and overwhelmed to hear them. And somewhere in the back of my mind, very firmly, I get; "I will ALWAYS be here." Long pause at the implication, because I know that deities often come and go just like people. "Always?" "Mhm." cue the clear image of them grinning.

So, apparently, Loki is here to stay with me for good. I'm so grateful to have them in my life.

But this is what I mean when I say it's bad to scare the witchlings. That post scared me, outright triggered me, and I've been around witchcraft my whole life and actively practicing for four years. Please stop telling people they're "just imagining" their deities.

#witchcraft #paganism #witchblr #pagan witch #pagan #eclectic pagan #paganblr #witch community #deity work #witch blog #tw gaslighting #tw gaslighting mention

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nekoamamori · 8 months

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Masterlist

Updated 9/11/2023

Loki - multichapter:

Loki and the Witchling - You are a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

Loki’s Witchlings (direct sequel to Loki and the Witchling)

Packless Monsters - You’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper Potts’ life.

The Sound of Silence - A mute Enhanced and Loki both move in to the Avengers tower on the same day.

The Witch’s Familiar - You’re a witch working with the team.Thor brings Loki to live at the Avenger’s tower after the events in New York. Problem is, Loki is in cat form and refuses to change back.

Winter’s Hearts - You’re a half-Jotun Valkyrie who has to live with the Avengers after helping them during a battle. Then Thor brings Loki to join the team. Can either of you thaw your frozen bruised hearts?

Monsters and Magic - You’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of vampires. Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody.

Soulbonds and Fairy Dust - One of the fae decides to help out the Avengers. But there is more to this aid than what it first appears.

Beauty and the Beast - Loki is trapped in Jotun form under a curse. Can blind Morgan Stark somehow be the key to helping him break it?

Exam Day - Imagine Loki walking you home after a long school day. - On hiatus

Giftless - You’re Tony Stark’s niece, living with the Avengers, but have no powers of her own. Loki, a former villain, joins the superhero team, claiming that he has reformed, but can he be trusted?

Gifted - Sequel to Giftless

Handcuffs - Imagine you get accidentally handcuffed to Loki

You Have Heart - Soulmate AU where the first words you hear your soulmate say are tattooed on your skin. The reader has the words “You have heart” tattooed on her and learns what those words mean when it’s Loki who says them.

Hidden Strength - During the battle of New York, Loki meets a remarkable young woman. What will happen when he meets her again while he’s serving penance on Midgard for his crimes?

Omega Mine - You’re an unclaimed Omega who comes to live and work in the Avengers’ tower due to your healing abilities and Omega qualities. You haven’t found your Alpha yet, but things start to change when you meet the mysterious Alpha and former villain: Loki.

Prince's Mate - Prince Loki of Asgard is expected to present as an Alpha. Things don't always end the way they're expected to, even before the Battle of New York makes things even more complicated

Loki x reader one shots:

Day at the Beach - The Avengers decide to take a day off at the beach.

Sick Little Jotun - Imagine when Loki is ill he shows his true form and is very insecure about it, but you comfort him

Imagine Braiding Loki’s Hair - Post mission with the avengers you get bored on the flight home and braid Loki’s hair.

Sleepless - Imagine not being able to sleep and wandering around in the Avengers Tower, but then Loki sees you and he reads you a book until you fall asleep in his arms and in the morning, the rest of the Avengers find you cuddling on the sofa.

Surprise - NSFW - Imagine Loki admitting he secretly enjoys being submissive and asking you to tie him up.

Loki and the Coffee - Loki messes with SHIELD’s coffee supply

Bored - NSFW - You’re Loki’s wife, Sigyn, and make the mistake of telling your husband that you’re bored one day. Though is it REALLY a mistake?

Heat - NSFW - Loki goes into a Jotun heat, and he’s absolutely terrified of what he might do to you, (Mortals being so fragile and all) so he does everything he can to protect you from himself

Prayer - NSFW - Imagine Loki can hear the prayers of his worshipers. And he decides to come answer yours in person.

The Ball - NSFW - Imagine Loki and Sigyn get bored at a feast on Asgard and decide to sneak off to enjoy each other instead

Shield’s Monster - NSFW - Imagine Jotun Loki in heat, chained to the wall in the basement because SHIELD don’t know how else to deal with him. You’re new, you go down, intrigued to see the ‘monster’ people are talking about. And you ‘accidentally’ set a really horny Jotun Loki loose…

Feels Like Death - Reader is on her period and miserable and Loki saves the day

Loki one shots:

The Courting of Lady Sigyn - Loki realizes he wants his friendship with Sigyn to become more

Too Much Mischief - NSFW - Sigyn gets called to teach her husband a lesson for causing too much mischief around the tower

Loki Other:

Of Numbers and Strange Friendships - Loki & Spiderman PLATONIC - Loki and Peter Parker somehow forge a friendship after one flippant comment. No one on the team quite understands how it happened. But it seems to do the god some good to have Peter as a friend.

Winter Soldier x OFC

Alpha and Omega - The Avengers rescue a werewolf from Hydra. Can she warm the Winter Soldier’s heart?

Captain America x reader:

Savior from Fangirls - Steve needs a date to a charity gala and you get voluntold to accompany him… despite of, or because of your crush

Friendly Face - You help Captain America as he’s fleeing from shield the day he wakes from the ice

Original works:

Child of Darkness - A vampire’s slave escapes and fights for her freedom.

Daughter of the Night (sequel to Child of Darkness)

Chosen - Shapeshifters are immune from becoming vampires. What will happen to Samantha when she suddenly finds herself Chosen?

#loki #fanfiction #loki odinson #Loki laufeyson

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harrie-fic-center · 8 months

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loki laufeyson [n-z]

no need to fear by nev3rfound

nostalgia by stardust

obliviate by innaminitus

of different emotions by wanderingworldwarrior

perspective by lve32

redefinition by whistlingbirds

remember me by tamaranianprincees

run, rabbit by discodeck

salem by call-me-ziphon

say something by startrekkingaroundasgard ♡

she's magic by floral-and-fine

sif's hair and the bathtub by elly_hiddlesherloki

skjald by avocado

some things are doomed to never change by startrekkingaroundasgard

soul seer by notyetneedcoffee

student of nature by retrolily

sunna by spocksbarinzone

surprise, i guess by dreamyclouds

tangled up in you by lady_of_asgard

the asgard assassinations by maker_of_rune_vests

the choosing by doeeyeddarling

the hell in your eyes by joucebox

the hunger games by i_have_an_au_fetish

the nexus event by lokieedokiee

the perigee saga by magicmanias

the rose by opalspirit

the suitor by dancinggeek2002

the vanir princess by the_mad_lost_girl

the wind & the rain by sanguinenites

the witchling and the god by mermaid_in_space

this life by llana

ties that bind by stardust

time after time by goldencherriess

too young by nev3rfound

under duress by recluserat

under pressure by birdofhermes

until dust by snowflakesundry

why me? by edenrhodes

winter's hearts by nekaomamori

world enough and time by lokisworstvariant

you have heart by nekaomamori

your favorite boy by geniethehobbylobbyists

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #fic rec

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taereaderwriter · 1 year

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Marvel - Recommendations

Loki

The witchling and the god (complete) - @space-mermaid-writing

Chapters (masterlist)

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision.

This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Bucky Barnes Masterlist (ongoing?) - @whitexwolfxx310

Don’t Leave Me (complete) - @ambling-rambling

Warnings: honestly not much. Angst. Drunk reader. Softest of fluff.

Just breathe (complete) - @pomelo-villano

Warnings: Panic attack, pregnancy, Bucky being a cool dad, a fantastic teen. Read it 'till the end!

I Know Something You Don’t (complete) - @sad-not-glad

Warnings: nothing but pure fluff ahead (x pregnant reader)

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Loki and the Witchling

TITLE: Loki and the Witchling

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 65/76

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

RATING: T (so far)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

You jolted awake at the sound of the double doors to the throne room burst open. You sat up and Loki growled that your nap and healing rest were interrupted. He surged to his feet, setting you on the throne behind him as he rose. “What is the meaning of this interruption?” he demanded of the young-looking guard who ran up to the steps to the throne.

“Sir, I apologize for the interruption, but there are giants attacking the palace,” the guard wheezed as he bowed, his hand over his heart in a fist.

You saw Loki’s mind whirl as he thought out the plan ahead. You stood next to him, willing and ready to help however you could. “Sif!” he called. She rushed forward.

“My King?” she asked.

“Sig, go with Sif, defend my parents,” Loki ordered quickly. You nodded and touched his cheek on your way down the steps to where Sif was waiting. He grabbed you before you passed and kissed you. “Keep my mother safe,” he bid you urgently. He knew that even without your powers, you weren’t helpless. You knew what he was doing and didn’t fault him for it. He was giving you a job in this fight, an important one. His mother’s safety was more important to him even than yours. “Sig, if the healing wing is breeched, you know what to do,” Loki reminded you. You knew the backup plan and you’d do it, no matter the cost, you’d protect Frigga.

You nodded. “We’ll keep her safe. You stay safe too, my king,”

“I have survived how many battles and still my queen worries over me,” he commented warmly.

“It is because I worry about you that you have survived,” you replied and stuck your tongue out at him. Even in these circumstances, you couldn’t help flirting with him during battle. “Give us a lift?” you asked when you reached Sif. He nodded and banged Gungir on the floor once. Green magic shimmered around you and you were suddenly in the healing wing.

“I really hate when he does that,” Sif growled, looking a little green around the edges. Nonmagic folk often didn’t take well to teleporting. You looked around the healing wing which had become your domain.

The healers were being terrified sheep. Great. Just what you didn’t need. “Ninnies, help us barracade the entrance,” you snapped the order to them. Once they had clear orders, they could stop being sheep and actually do something. They rushed to obey, pushing whatever heavy objects they could in front of the door. “Ingris, keep the patients calm and quiet, use potions where you can. Save your magic for after the battle.” You ordered. You were the strongest healer in the realm and you were out of commission. Sif stayed by the barrier, bladed staff already out to defend the already ill and wounded.

“Sif, call me if there’s trouble,” you told her. She nodded and you rushed to Odin’s room.

Frigga looked up as you burst in. “What’s wrong?” she asked, getting to her feet.

“Giants are attacking the palace,” you told her calmly. “Sif and I are here to defend the healing wing. Everything will be alright, Mother. Loki is in charge of the defense, he will keep our people safe,”

She gave you a look. “You do not worry for him?”

“Of course I worry, but I have a job to do too. We trust in each other to do our jobs and survive. Neither of us are weak, even without my powers, I’m an Aesir trained warrior, and Loki has over a thousand more years of combat experience than I do. He will be fine, my worrying will do him no good, but preparing our defenses here will,” she smiled warmly at your reply. So you risked a little snark. “And if he is injured, I’ll kick his ass myself to remind him not to do it again,”

She laughed aloud at that. “The answer of an Asgardian lady if I have ever heard one,” she told you warmly. “What do you require of me, Daughter?” she asked.

“Your preparation. I have my orders from the king, and I will follow them, no matter the cost. If the healing wing is breached, we are escaping, even if that means leaving Odin behind,” you told her firmly. She blanched and looked to Odin.

“I can’t-”

“You can and you will. It will not be any easier for me to run and leave Loki behind if things go that poorly,” you told her. You couldn’t believe you were speaking this way to the proper queen, but she had to be prepared. Loki’s orders trumped her desires at the moment. She looked like she was about to argue. “Loki is king until such time as Odin awakes. His orders are clear,” you reminded her firmly, with the straight spine and regal air you’d had to acquire to deal with the ninnies who were the healers.

She paused, but eventually gave you a warm, proud smile. “You are correct, Daughter. You have grown into a proper Queen, though you do not yet bear the title officially,” she was proud of you for standing up to her, for doing your duty though it was difficult. You nodded, accepting the praise and returned to the main room of the healing wing.

“Any news?” you asked Sif. She shook her head. The healers had gotten the patients quiet. “Ingris, Astra, Flora, stay back. With my powers out of comission, you three are the only magical healers we have. We don’t know what we’ll be dealing with once this is over, so I want you three at full strength. The rest of you, I expect that if our barrier is breached, that you will protect your patients with the ferocity of any shield maiden in our history,” you told them all, looking over your crowd of ninnies. They tightened their grips on their knives, scissors, and brooms and nodded to you, prepared to do their duty, just as any Asgardian warrior would be. You drew your dagger from the sheath at your side.

Things were quiet for a long while until a pair of giants came clamboring through your makeshift barrier. It didn’t matter that you were in pain of cramps. It didn’t matter that you were weak and exhausted without your powers. What mattered is that your home and loved ones were in danger. You could rest when you were safe. You and Sif leapt into action, fighting well together. She knew exactly how you fought, since you fought like Loki, which made sense since he had taught you most of your fighting skills. You’d also fought with Sif before on previous visits to Asgard. “Did you just kick that giant’s legs out from under him and slice his manhood off?” Sif asked watching in awe as you slit the giant’s throat.

You looked up at her and wiped the blood that had splattered on your face. “Um…it appears I did,” you told her sheepishly. The giant she was working on was dead on the ground as well.

“Viciously brutal. Loki would be proud, though not what I would expect from a healer,” she told you with a grin. You smirked back at her.

“So would Lady Natasha on Midgard. She’s the one who taught me that particular move, and I’m not just a healer. I’m a Lady of Asgard, and currently acting Queen.” Sif nodded her approval at those words and you worked together to put the barrier back together. You whirled when you felt magic behind you and raised your blade.

“Sig!” Loki called and rushed forward, but stopped just before he touched you. Illusion.

“I’m fine. We’re fine,” you reassured him quickly.

“You’re covered in blood,” he commented dryly.

You gestured to the giants dead at the doorway. “Theirs, not mine.” He sighed in relief.

“We’re doing one last sweep of the palace, but we think we’ve killed or repelled them all. That will teach the giants to think the palace is undefended just because the Allfather is not on the throne,” Loki told you, proud of his accomplishment of defending the people. “Hold out here a little longer. I’ll let you know when it’s safe,” he told you warmly. He hesitated for a moment before he added. “Mother?”

“Safe with Odin,” you told him. He nodded and vanished as the illusion pressed his lips against your forehead. You hadn’t asked if he was ok. He wouldn’t have told you anyway. His illusion hadn’t looked injured, but that didn’t mean anything. He could cast an illusion that appeared uninjured even if he was gravily injured. You wanted to run and find him, but knew that duty demanded that you stay here.

He returned a few minutes later, still an illusion. “The palace is clear. I ordered guards down there to clear the healer’s wing,” he told you while you sighed in relief. You nodded and sheathed your blad. “Have Sif walk you back up to the throne room,” he added.

“I’ll see you soon,” you told him with a smile. He nodded and vanished. Your first stop was to inform Frigga that everything was alright, the giants had been defeated. She was relieved as well and sheathed her own blade. She’d been ready to fight as well, though she wasn’t a warrior, even less of one than you were. She would only fight if there was no other option available. She thanked you again and told you how proud she was of both of you.

After that was taken care of, you gave a couple orders to the ninnies for cleaning up the healing wing, and went back to Sif. “Sorry you have to babysit,” you told her as you walked back up to the throne room with her.

“Loki is protective. Moreso when you’re without your powers. I can’t say I’m surprised, though you can obviously take care of yourself. There’s no reason to take chances. Besides, the throne room is near our sitting room, and I’m totally stealing some of Volstagg’s prized ale as soon as you’re safely delivered back to Loki,” she told you with a grin. You nodded and smiled in return.

“Tell him I ordered you be allowed to have it,” you replied. Her grin broadened. She left you at the doors to the throne room and you went inside, striding right up to the throne. The people saw you covered in blood and you noted their approval that even in your state you would defend your people. You saw blood dripping down Loki’s arm and rushed the rest of the way up to the throne, pulling a stray roll of bandage from the pocket of your gown as you ran. You seemed to always have bandages in your pockets since you took over the healing wing.

Loki gave you a warm smile as you ran up to his side and looked over the gash on his arm. “Trickster’s blessing,” you growled, a blessing from the trickster wasn’t a blessing at all. Loki smirked, amused that you were cursing by him. “I wish I had my powers,” you growled as you pulled the tiny emergency first aid kit from your other pocket. Your pockets had acquired a lot of random shit since you took over in the healing wing. He sat in the throne again and you perched on the wide arm of the throne, your feet in his lap, his arm across your lap and got to work, cleaning, then stitching the deep gash in his arm while he went about his court business and the job of cleaning the palace and strangethening the defenses as if nothing strange was going on. No one commented at your work. They didn’t think it strange that the king was being stitched up by his lady while he continued with the court and ruling as if nothing had happened, as if he weren’t being worked on.

It was impressive to the people that you were here helping and just as impressive to them that he continued his duties while you did. You wrapped the wound in a bandage when you were fiished stitching it up. “Was that it?” you looked him over with a healer’s eye, but was at a disadvantage wihtout your powers. He looked over at you and kissed you.

“That was it, darling. Thank you,” he told you warmly. “Was that everything?” he asked the head of the guards.

“Yes, sir,” the guard replied.

“Send word if anything else urgent comes up,” Loki told them and stood, drawing you to your feet as well. The assembled group bowed as Loki wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. He teleported you both back to his suite. “Come along, witchling, that was more than enough excitement for you without your powers,” he bid you, and with a little magic, you were clean and in soft fluffy pajamas. Since you were alone, you could sag against him, whimpering in pain and exhaustion. He made soft soothing noises as he swept you into his arms so he could tuck you into bed with too many blankets, fluffy novels, and healing tea. He kissed your forehead when you were settled safely and as comfortably as possible. “Way too much excitement for little witchlings,” he told you warmly.

“Don’t you have work to do?” you asked him. It was only the middle of the afternoon.

“They know where to find me if I’m needed. You need me more, my queen. You have done more than a warrior’s work, especially in your current state,” he told you warmly and settled next to you in the bed, letting you lay your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, Loki,” you murmured as his healing tea took effect, brewed stronger than usual because of the excitement, because he knew that more exertion would make your condition worse.

“And I you, my Sigyn,” his lips brushed your hair as he spoke.

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You know Doctor Strange is about to be no nonsense Pissed™

#First Wanda #Now Loki #Who let the orphan witchlings play with Time & Space???#loki spoilers #loki tv show #wandavision

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 1

This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Well, here it is! A brand new Loki x Reader series. It's finished on paper and will be updated regularly. New chapters every Saturday. As always: thanks to my lovely beta @zaria-04

Chapter 1: You have my attention

You flash your brand new work badge at the SHIELD agents that greet you after you step out of the elevator. They also take a look in your bag, but find nothing they don’t like and let you pass.

The next door leads you into one of the large suites of the Avenger Tower. It’s an open room concept: a luxury living room with a kitchen, a dining area and a bar. There, one of the walls is one giant window with a magnificent view over the city.

There are several doors into the private rooms. The two Asgardian princes live in the suite, but you see neither of them. You take a quick glance at your watch, and see that you are on time.

"Hello?" you call out questioningly to the room as you walk through it. There's no answer.

You place a bag from a bakery on the coffee table. Everyone likes pastries, right? And it's still early enough that it could count as breakfast.

Then you sit down on the couch and wait. For this occasion you've chosen a smart casual outfit with pants and a beautiful blouse. Not quite the style you normally prefer, but it fits the job and the city.

You somewhat wonder what you are doing here.

A few days ago, Stephen Strange contacted you with a request for a job. They were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak.

He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. Probably neither option had appealed him much, but as far as Thor had let slip, ‘unworthy people were still more bearable than the stern presence of father’ – Loki’s words

In any case, the Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision.

Strange asked you because they were looking for someone from outside, preferably someone with skills. The Sorcerer Supreme himself doesn't have the time or inclination to deal with this. But he recommended you because he seems to think you're quite good at dealing with people.

This elicited an amused snort from you, because you've spent the last decade in a small cottage in a remote part of Europe, meeting people only when work requires it.

But apparently the Avengers were desperate enough that they invited you in for an interview anyway. You got a plane ticket emailed to you, which merely elicits another laugh from you.

On the day of the interview, the door to Tony Stark's office suddenly lit up as you stepped through.

"I take it you're the witch Doctor Wizard told us about?" He greeted you with raised eyebrows.

"And you are the flying tin man," you replied just to tease him.

He took an instant liking to you and that was a good foundation for this job interview. He explained to you the details of what this was all about.

"We need someone who tries to understand him, if that is even possible. Some kind of responsible contact person. Preferably someone who won't be easily intimidated by him."

"A babysitter," you summarized.

"Babysitter, friend, chaperon. Call it what you will, Sabrina. So far, Loki has been too unpredictable and therefore a threat. Thor can't be by his side 24/7. Besides, the relationship between the two isn't always the best either. If you're successful, we'll be all eternally grateful. And, of course, there's hard cash money in for you."

"I don't know if I can make a difference," you admitted, "You can't change people just like that."

He didn't seem to hold it against you and merely shrugged.

"It's worth a shot. I won't hold it against you if it doesn't work. We're just running out of options here."

That did make you a little curious.

"What else did you try?" you asked.

"A lot. So… yeah. It can only get better."

He offered you a drink, but you declined. You took the job, because you were curious. It was not everyday you get the chance to meet Norse gods.

If they would show up, that is.

You wait an hour before you get up and leave. You leave the paper bag, otherwise there is no evidence of your visit. As agreed, as soon as you're back in the elevator, you call Stark to give him a report.

"You lasted longer than I thought, Sabrina," he greets you, right after the first ring, as if he had waited for your call.

"That would probably be more impressive if Loki had actually shown up," you reply, giving him a brief summary of your less than eventful meeting.

"According to Jarvis, Loki hasn't left the floor," Tony notes after a brief pause. "It's a game for him. Everything is."

"Well, I've got time. And honestly, I'm not complaining when I get paid for just sitting there," you say with a shrug.

"That's the spirit. See you tomorrow, Sabrina." You guess Tony really likes giving nicknames.

You leave the elevator and walk through the corridors. Tony has given you the key card to a room where you can make yourself at home. Not that you plan on staying here outside of your job hours, but it's nice to have a retreat where you can be undisturbed. Plus, you can set up a permanent portal to your home there. It's easier and faster than having to open a new one every time.

The door to your room is in the middle of the hallway and you can recognize it only by its number, because they look all the same. You hold the key card in front of the scanner and with a short ‘beep’ the lock opens.

You step inside. The room looks like a spacious hotel room. In the front there is a small sitting area with several armchairs. A work desk is facing the wall. Further back is a queen sized bed and on the wall opposite is a dresser with a TV. Everything is in neutral colors.

You see two more doors. One leads to a modern, bright bathroom, while the other to a walk-in closet. You choose the latter to set up your portal. You take chalk out of your bag and draw runes on the door frame, muttering words softly. It's a complicated pattern, but over the years you've memorized it. You always know your way back home.

After you have made the last line and said the last word, the chalk lights up briefly and burns into the frame. You touch a specific rune and open the door. On the other side you see the kitchen in your cottage.

Satisfied with your work, you step home.

The next morning you walk at the same time into the suite of the Asgardian princes. And you are greeted by the same picture as the day before: a seemingly empty apartment.

"Hello?" you call out questioningly, announcing your arrival. Even if you are sure that you haven’t gone unnoticed.

Again, you get no answer.

On the coffee table is still the baker's bag you picked up yesterday and when you look inside, you see that the contents are untouched. As if no one had been here in the meantime.

"It’s very nice of Stark to send me a new pet toy," you suddenly hear a deep voice. It sounds like a dark velvet cloak wrapping around your shoulders. Not comfortable and relaxing, but heavy. As if it wanted to capture you and never let go.

The voice sounds so close behind you that you whirl around in surprise, your hands clenched into fists.

In front of you stands Loki, grinning amused at you. This is exactly the kind of reaction he wanted to evoke. He wears Asgardian clothes: dark trousers that seem to be made of leather or a similar material and a wraparound dark green tunic , decorated at the edges with fine golden lines. Everything fits perfectly, as if it were tailor-made for him.

You draw your brows together and your expression turns cool. You hate being startled like this.

"I'm not a toy," you clarify. Thankfully, your words sound more confident than you feel. Your heart is still pounding up to your throat, but you try to calm it down with a deep breath.

"My name is-…"

"I don't care," Loki interrupts you, seeming almost bored. "You won't be here for long anyway."

What a nice greeting.

Loki's eyes scrutinize you closely, wandering down your body and back up again. Outwardly, he can't see any trace of fear on you. Just maybe a hint of discomfort because he's standing in your personal space.

"You're different. What are you? Another PR agent? A SHIELD agent? A psychiatrist?"

His voice turns to liquid oil running down the back of your neck. It's like he's trying to make you slip so you'll make a mistake. He takes another step toward you, but you don’t retreat. Instead you look up at him, almost defiantly.

Your fingers next to your body are tense, ready to defend or even attack should he venture any further. But you don't intend to let him upset you so easily.

"Neither," you reply shortly, breaking eye contact now to circle the coffee table. You sit down at the same spot as yesterday and invite Loki with a gesture to sit down as well.

He ignores this invitation. "What are you then?” he demands to know instead.

"Does it matter?" You cross your legs and tilt your head. "I thought I wouldn’t be here for long anyway."

Loki eyes you again, but this time with more interest. You imagine to see the corners of his mouth twitching upward minimally as he finally sits down on the couch.

"You have my attention."

That's a start. The beginning of a normal conversation. You just have to play your cards right. You pull out a small notebook and a pen from your bag.

"Do you prefer to be called Mr. Odinson or Mr. Laufeyson?" you ask the Asgardian.

Immediately, his face darkens. "I despite both," he hisses.

You don’t press into details. "So just Loki?"

"'My Prince' or 'Your Highness' will do."

He grins slyly, showing his white teeth. It's like the smile of a snake about to lunge forward and bite. His whole attitude is like someone who is used to making everyone jump at his every command. You make a little note in your book.

Spoiled brat.

"I understand that you are Asgardian Royalty but I don't care about titles or ranks. How about Mr. Loki?"

It annoys him that you don't react to him. "How would you like it if I called you ‘my little pet’?"

"I wouldn't like that."

"If you say so, pet."

This is going to be a long day.

"I think it's quite fitting,” Loki smirks.

You look at your watch. "Well, it was certainly nice to meet you, but I'm afraid I have to go."

You actually don't but you have enough of Loki for one day. If anything his presence is draining. You heard what he can be capable of and even though you're not afraid, you're still on guard. After all, you've been walking this earth for some decades and you're not reckless.

You rise and Loki nods to yesterday's bakery bag, still untouched on the table. "Your offerings have not found favor with this god. Take them with you. I don't want them. Make an effort next time."

You are exceptionally calm as you turn around to him one last time. "I will make as much of an effort as this god deserves."

The door closes before you can hear his answer.

So that was the famous, infamous God of mischief. You don't wonder why so many people seem to have quit this job after only a few days. He is intense. But at least he showed up today and you were able to talk to him. You count that as a success.

You send a short report to Tony as you take the elevator up. There is an area that has been described to you as a general location in the tower. Curious about it, you head there.

It's on the upper floors and turns out to be a large lounge with access to an outdoor area. There are several couches, a large bar and a stunning view of the city.

Through an open passageway, you see a kitchen area. There, you look through the cabinets for a bowl to put the pastries from the bag. Just because Loki doesn't want them, it’s no reason to throw them away. You take one for yourself and put the rest at the bar for everyone.

Your cottage is located in the middle of nowhere, a good distance away from the nearest village. There are a few small trees around it and it is bordered by berry hedges. In the back you have several herb beds, which you always take care of diligently.

The house itself is not very big, but it is enough for you. The main room is a large kitchen, where you spend most of your time. Even now you are standing there. Around you float several bowls and a whisk that moves by itself, stirring a batter.

You open one of the many cabinets at the wall and search the compartments for a particular jar. Most of it is sorted alphabetically, because otherwise you would lose track with all the ingredients and supplies you store here.

"Caterpillars, caramel chicken beaks… ah, cocoa."

You pull out a jar of brown powder and add a few spoonfuls to the bowl with the spinning whisk.

Cooking and brewing potions are often not so different. You just have to be careful which pot you use for what.

Today you're baking, because spurred on by Loki's words, you want to bring him something he'll like. Normally, such challenges don't interest you, but in this case it's different. Last time you brought him something from a baker. This time he will get something from your own kitchen. And you'll be damned if he doesn't like it.

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Chapters: 4/40 Fandom: Thor (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Minor Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Witchcraft, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 1 of Season of the Witch Summary:

A non-linear sequel to this fic, featuring the witchy shenanigans of Loki.

#Thorki #ThorkiEdit #Ficlets and Such #Have some TINY BABY WITCHLING LOKI!! He's like #12 and hasn't even gone FULL GOTH yet!

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hunny-beann · 2 months

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Might you be willing to give us a Desiderium III preview sometime soon? 🥰

Absolutely! Sorry for the delay on this, Anon, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

Desiderium III - Excerpt (Loki x f!Reader)

You smiled ruefully before moving to sit down upon an empty chair with a sigh, looking about the room with an almost apologetic expression,

"I can explain if you all so desire, but it is no quick tale."

You warned.

Silence followed, with no one knowing quite what to say until Loki moved to sit upon the floor with his legs crossed in front of you, a sight that caused your heart to flutter with nostalgia for a time long lost.

"Tell me a story, would you witchling?"

He asked, speaking the very same words then that he had once used so often when you were children, after the pages of whatever books he had brought to your home had been bled dry of meaning.

You smiled fondly at the memories, before taking a deep breath and nodding in reply.

A larger part of your explanation was long since due.

#desiderium #loki x reader #loki x you #upcoming #loki marvel

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fluoritefaemoon · 6 years

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My Daughter, Upon Losing her 1st Tooth...

Lorelai: I lost my first tooth!

Me: Do you want to leave it for the tooth faerie?

Lorelai: *gives me a weird look* No.

Me: *somewhat shocked* Um, ok, what do you want to do with it then?

Lorelai: I'm going to give it to Loki.

#Loki #Norse Gods #Pagan Parenting #Thats my little witchling

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter One

Summary: Loki believes that soulmates are just a consolation prize to immortality. Then he meets you, and he can't understand how you were forged just for him. You both fall in love. But then he breaks your heart.

Will he be able to piece it back together?

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader

Warnings: usage of drugs by reader, canon level violence, raised voices, angst, soul bonds mentioned, angst, mutual pining, slow burn?, vampires, drugs, glass shattering, no injuries, swearing, Minors DNI

Word Count: 3471

Chapter Two >

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Chapter One - I See Stars Instead

smoke surrounds the air clinging onto the clothes, the haziness mimicking how the mind felt, dazed. she sighed.

silence final-fucking-ly.

she would cry if it weren’t for the bliss felt by her right now.

his green eyes not haunting her thoughts, her fingertips no longer aching to be tangled in his dark hair, his smile not causing a painful tear into her heart.

why hadn’t she sought this out that first month she wonders? instead of making a mess of her eyes and pillowcase.

she couldn't even member his lies now;

“i won’t leave you, witchling.”

“i love you too much, my little witchling.”

“eternity, infinity, my love, is ours.”

she can’t remember the baritone of his voice engulfing her as she would lay against his cold chest. he made her feel the warmest she’d ever felt. as though she harboured a million suns within her being. because of him. he did say she brought a light into his life.

she scoffs taking a deeper inhale, the smoke befriends her, gently caressing her cheeks and corners of her eyes.

even if she tried to think about it she can’t recall, good. she takes another inhale of the burning joint, before passing it on to the next person.

being serenaded and beckoned deeper, thousands of stars appearing at the periphery of her vision as does the forest. pain sears through her head and neck as the mind begins to wander there.

‘oh come closer, my witchling. follow me’

no.

not the forest.

get out of the forest.

“witchling never follow me into the forest. even if you hear my voice calling do not follow.” the past words echo.

she glances back at the stars, as the smoke burns through her chest, tucking the broken heart under its spell.

the numbness manifests itself, seeping into every aching crevice.

peace, finally.

she stumbles to her feet when the seventh freshly rolled joint is lit.

“care for something stronger?” the friendly stranger questions, their features blurred, Y/N rubs a hand over her face they shake the bottle, the tantalising tune of the pills have decreed her decision.

finally stumbling the way to the car, resting her head against the cold car door frame, her exhale makes soft vapours across the glass.

“Darling?”

No, no, no, no, no.

she doesn’t turn, she should not turn. do not fucking turn even a muscle, Y/N. she screams at herself.

how is it wearing off so soon?

“your scent? why do you smell different?” she can hear the probably feigned concern lacing though his voice, dripping as the sweetest honey, corrupting her weary mind.

ruining her well paid for high.

because her fucking body knows, knows how he tastes, better than any of the shit she’s had in there.

he knows how his touch on the soft rolls of her skin could send shivers through her, numb her in the best way.

“look at me.” Loki requests.

oh he is being demanding, does the sentence taste of longing? she wonders.

“you’re not here.” Y/N tells him, willing herself not to cry or sound broken, “you aren’t here, you left, you left, you fucking aren’t here, why won’t it work?” She bit her lip, eyes closed still, please let this be a horrid trip of the drugs.

“witchling, if you turn around, you will see that I am here.”

her hand reaches into her pocket, she can feel the curve of the remaining pill between her fingers, contemplating, what he says next will determine her actions.

“witchling, please, look at me.” Loki almost begs.

she hates him, she decides.

she hates how his voice can compel her to do anything.

she hates how can feel her body wanting to turn.

she hates the fact she can feel his suffocating concern tread across her chest. that was supposed to be gone.

therefore Y/N grabs the handle of the car door, placing the pill in her mouth as she swiftly shuts the door and locks the car.

“open your mouth.” he is next to her. god his scent is engulfing her, oud, amber with hints of bergamot. he’s only been in the car for two minutes but it feels as though he’s been next to her for far longer.

she finds the stars climbing across her body, she’s going to feel it again; the numbness. that makes her happy even in his presence.

“look at me.” he says again. “open.” His fingers grip her jaw, his patience with her is wearing thin, the curt responses give it away. it feels fucking good to know she still had the ability.

she shakes her head, movement limited by his grip.

he presses onto the sides of her jaw gently trying to open her mouth.

she complies, once the pill almost one with her system.

“what did you take?” his voice becomes and echo, and Y/N can feel herself begin float, amongst the stars with a smile.

it doesn’t light up her face, Loki observes.

“they keep you away. you make it hard to think, heal, live, breathe. now going to go, I’m numb, can’t feel you, can’t remember you or your lies, you left, and you will go again, and again.”

she gazes outside the window, finally opening her eyes, not meeting his.

Loki notices the bloodshot appearance in the window reflection.

her scent changes once more he attributes that to the pill. Y/N’s original scent is clinging at the periphery desperately; vanilla, with a hint of ambroxan.

it has become so heavily muted that he almost thought it was someone else with her face.

but then she was wearing his deep green jumper he had gifted to you.

Loki noted his scent no longer lingered on the clothing item. if this was a conscious effort of her part he doesn’t want it to be true. only the burned mixture of whatever was being consumed inside that house, lingered on the once treasured fabric.

“why are you doing this? putting these things in your body? and your scent it, it is no longer the same?” Loki tries asking again, taking her hands in his and lifting the sleeve to see if she had taken anything else in the months he’s been gone.

“does not appeal to you anymore right?” she smiled, she didn’t appeal to him anymore in anyway as he said, all those months ago.

her eyes are still on the window, Loki feels his stomach lurch, she would always find his gaze in a crowded room, and now she wouldn’t even look at him.

Y/N looks down at the phone when it vibrates, smiling as she see the picture of her best friend.

“hiiii.” She picks up, grinning.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?” Nia sounds mad, she frowns. she probably did something to upset her.

“i’m out on a studying session.” Y/N covers in her best sober voice.

“fuck, you’re back there aren’t you? at that dump?”

“i shall have you know this is a fine establishment.” she retorts.

“you promised, you wouldn’t, not after the scare we had.” Nia’s voice grows more concerned.

“What scare?” Loki asks aloud, he can hear Nia perfectly at the other end without the speaker.

“who is with you, Y/N?” Nia asks, almost knowing the answer.

“no one is with me, but the stupid drugs won’t take him away. Think I need something stronger.” She contemplates.

“Loki?” Nia asks hesitantly.

“don’t take his name.” Y/N bites her lip. tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“I’m here.” he says, grabbing her phone and putting it on speaker.

“why the hell are you here?” Nia screeches, a set of keys jangle and the engine flicks on.

“Oooh someone is in trouble.” Y/N giggles, the stars are making floral patterns now.

“You’re the one in trouble too.” Nia tells her off, huffing.

“Oooh I am in trouble.” Y/N says giggling again. one of the stars presses against her temple.

“why is she…doing this?” Loki doesn’t understand how to phrase it without offending her.

“you left her Loki. she couldn’t cope and one day we went to a party and you recall those low lives right? she was drunk walked up to them—,”

“Nia, shut up, I don’t need to tell any version of him anything.” Y/N grabs the phone out of his hands, cutting the call.

“I was speaking with her, witchling.” Loki tries using the voice that would make her do what he wanted, hoping it would cut through her haze. she stuck her tongue out at him, getting out of the car and locking the doors.

“Witchling, please,” He grabs her arm, she can feel him through the material of her jumper. of course he’s agile enough to beat the locks.

Loki has her back pressed against the car, she can feel their chests meet with each breath rising.

“please, Y/N, look at me, need to look into your eyes, please, my witchling.” Loki gently places his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze, she meet his green eyes, everything comes crashing down around her, the stars, the forest, every forgotten memory.

Loki feels a familiar tug, as though severed ties are rejoining, stitching themselves back.

“Loki,” she finally takes him in, his closeness, his eyes, this worried gaze that he holds. how is it easier to breathe suddently?

“oh, Y/N,” Loki whispers, bringing his lips upon her chapped ones, she responds to him and he hums in content.

how he craved for her closeness in all these months he had gone.

then her hands push against his chest, he pulls away,

“no.” she tells him, “no.” she tells herself. Loki’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

the threads once more begin to pull apart.

he feels the sadness return. it climbs across his chest as it courses through her heart.

the shared emotion ceases to exist.

Y/N starts moving away back to the house that held more of the numbness she craved.

Loki’s grip on her hand tightens, pulling her back between the car and himself.

“you aren’t fucking going back in there.” he warns.

“I will go where the fuck I want.” she spat at him.

“I’m absolutely serious, enough.” Loki’s anger courses through him, what has she done to herself? he told her to take care.

hell he entrusted Thor to keep her out of trouble.

“you lost the fucking privilege to tell me what to do.” Y/N pushes against him again. “you left, so be fucking gone, it is hard enough I have to—I have nothing to say to you. I have no appeal to you right? so move the fuck away, Loki.” She tries moving away from him, the floating sensation returning.

“I told you to take care of yourself, this is how you do it? by drugging yourself that you don’t fucking know reality from your goddamn high?!” Loki’s voice booms across the empty parking lot, the cars tremble at the echo and she whimpers covering her ears.

“please go away, please, I can’t, not again, not after the forest p—ple—please. not—not the forest please,” her voice breaks, his grip on her arms loosens and she slides to the ground head against her knees hands still covering her ears.

“Y/N, witchling…” Loki’s demeanour changes, he crouches down in front of her.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice. I know you can’t handle it, it, I apologise.” He reaches for her forearms, she cowers away, his hands stop midair.

“don’t, I’m not, I’m not your witchling. not anymore. you made sure of it right?” Y/N’s breathing erratic, she cowers further away as his hand tries to cup her cheek.

Loki’s head turns to the left, as a pair of headlights shine over the two of them. Thor steps out of the running vehicle, making his way to the two of them.

he crouches beside Y/N, making sure she is fine, her hair covers her face.

“hello, Y/N.” Thor greets her.

“hi Thor, wait I’m high.” She laughs.

“why are you back brother?” Thor crosses his arms, standing tall again.

“I do not answer to you, Thor. not when you can’t do the one thing I asked.” Loki glared up at him.

Nia walks over to her, “Y/N?” she gazes upward at the sound of her name. Nia is glaring at Loki then her eyes land on her best-friend and her gaze softens.

“come on, I’ve got brownies at home.” She holds her hand out and Y/N takes it, shakily standing up.

Loki feels the tug of the threads as she walks past him, begging to be rejoined.

“you’ve been giving her your blood?” Loki asks as he catches Nia’s scent similar to Thor’s own.

“I have, yes.” He answers, looking over at the pair of friends moving to the car.

“where are you taking her?” Loki questions Nia.

“away from this fucking dump.” The brunette states matter of factly.

“its a highly rated place, get it? Thor did you get the joke?” Y/N giggles, then looks up at the sky enamoured, in awe.

“yes I got the joke, extremely hilarious.” Thor offers her a grin and then she sits in the car with Nia buckling her into the seat.

“Thor come on.” Nia says getting in the driving seat.

Loki blurs and appears at the backseat next to Y/N who is still looking up at the roof of the car.

“not here.” she mumbles, “stars, stars, so pretty.”

he is about to stroke her cheek, “Loki get the fuck out of my car and away from her.” Nia turns to glare at him again.

“I am not leaving.” Loki gives her a glare in return.

Thor opens the door and pulls Loki out by the collar,

“Thor—, ooof.” Loki groans, clutching his side.

“do you know why her scent is muddled with? why she is taking these goddamn things? you, brother, you’ve made it so that she doesn’t want to feel, we almost lost her, you weren’t here. you would have not even cared had she die—,”

Thor is shoved into the side of Y/N’s empty car by Loki,

“go on, complete the sentence, I will rip your head off.” Loki grabs Thor’s head hands behind him.

“did you not tell her you never cared? that she was a play thing? who lost her appeal?” Thor bellows, turning and grabbing Loki’s neck pushing him into the vehicle. the glass cracks under his temple.

Loki struggles against his brother’s grip, his green eyes swirling towards red, Thor’s heterochromia gaze ebbs towards red as well.

“Thor you know why—,” Loki shuts up when, he hears Y/N crying, the brothers gaze into the car. Nia is grabbing away the pill packet her best friend holds, Y/N not realising the seat-belt can be undone is unable to reach for it and crying, begging for more.

“I do not care Loki, you broke her, I tried to protect her, I tried giving her your blood to heal from the addiction, when I offered mine, she refused. when she almost overdosed, she wouldn’t even take any of ours then.” Thor let go of Loki.

his green eyes returned at the impact of the words, how did the bond not make him sense the danger?

“did you try forcing it down her throat?” Loki straightens his clothes.

“brother…” Thor sighs.

they begin walking back to the car.

“what was she talking about the forest.” Loki quizzes, looking into the car and once again Y/N is admiring the non existent stars.

Nia glares at him, her jaw set.

“I don’t know either brother. I know what Nia told me, it happened after you left, three months later she started coming out of her shell again, but then,” Thor sighs,

“she had begun taking all of these things, it started out small, then we couldn’t find her, we found her here ninety percent of the time.” Thor offered a small smile to Nia to calm her down, she smiled at him then returned to glare at the darker haired man.

“Thor stop delaying just, tell me.” Loki rolled his eyes.

“oh you want to know?” Nia gets out of the car, turning the ignition off, leaving the windows cracked open.

“if you could share the details.” Loki looks at her.

“she had a fucking bad reaction to some drug she took, a hallucinogenic drug. she wandered into the forest, thinking she saw you. chased you in, she still has the scars on her legs from where she tripped and fell.”

Nia gazes back at Y/N, she was watching the roof enamoured still.

“Loki she chased the ghost of you with a fucking sprained leg. we found her, the a clearing near the stream, she had bite marks.” Nia paused as Loki growled.

“who dared to touch her?” Loki’s fists were clenched at his sides.

“brother, we don’t know, I tried tracking the scent but the minute it hit shore we lost it.”

“that is not all Loki, she remembers everything from that night, keeps replaying it, says you stood there watching because nothing appealed to you not even her being fed upon—,”

“I marked her before I left, indicative of her being… mine.” Loki seethed.

“Loki, if she took all of this it covers your scent.” Thor explained, “her own scent doesn’t shine through anymore.”

“yeah well if you were here maybe she wouldn’t need to be left just marked.” Nia raised her hand slapping Loki, he stumbled not anticipating the hit.

“babe, did you just?” Thor blinked between the two, guffawing at Loki’s blank expression and hugging her.

“oh in my 650 years I’ve never fucking seen Loki this way,” He continued to laugh.

“how long till her high wears off?” Loki cleared his throat, the one he left behind now asleep.

“usually wakes up in the morning by ten.” Nia informed him.

“is she still going to university?” He gazes at his witchling.

“yes and somehow she is still scoring well.” Nia shakes her head in wonder.

“look, Loki, we have a long night ahead, it is best if she thinks you were part of the high.” Thor rests his hand on Loki’s shoulder.

“why? I want to help… I returned for her…” Loki looks between the pair. he knows forgiveness doesn’t come by easily.

“well for one you fucking left, two, you are the reason she won’t leave these goddamn drugs, three, hmm lets see you, oh yes! you abandoned her.” Nia held up three fingers put two down to flip Loki off, then walked back to her car.

“listen, Loki, she sounded mean but she’s right, you can’t return after months and expect everyone to take you back in with opens arms.” Thor spoke gently,

“you can try to win back the trust but it will be difficult, you saw how she cowered away. there is a lot that happened to her.”

“is she afraid of me, brother?” Loki’s green eyes try finding the answer in Thor’s blue and brown ones.

“brother, I believe, she’s afraid to trust you.”

“show me,” Loki grabbed Thor’s hand.

“Loki, I won’t. it is hard enough not to think about.” Thor pulled his hand away.

“why will you not let me see?” Loki demanded, “enough with these obscure retellings brother.”

“because she asked me to not tell you. she does not want your pity. incase you were to return to check up on her.” Thor moved to the car.

“I don’t pity—,”

“did you want her to see your weaknesses? it took her a lot of time to get you to open up to her, you even thought her talking to you was pity. your belief was that the bonds were what prompted her emotions. you and I both know that is not the case. The bond places a foundation only truly acting upon it will solidify—.”

“I do not need a lecture in vampiric history.”

“Loki, I can understand your decision, I would do the same. however I am too selfish though to leave my mate. you know the implications upon them, tearing her apart? then having it still remain? brother. she would have understood.”

Loki kept quiet.

Thor nodded, “I will see you around brother, should you chose to remain in town, your room at the manor is always there.”

The elder brother gave one last squeeze to the younger’s shoulder, then swiftly sat in the car as Nia drove the three to their shared home with Loki following them through the side lines of the road, eyes on the woman who was once his to call mine.

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A.N.: IM SO EXCITED TO BE POSTING MY SECOND FIC, this idea came to me when i was halfway into writing my first fanfic - Rush. I hopw you enjoy!! please like, reblog and comment!

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