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immersed-in-mischief · 2 years

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Second Chances (Loki x OFC) Chapter 35- FINALE

Chapter 35- Epilogue

It had been four months since Loki proposed.

Tony had thrown them a lavish wedding at the Avengers compound last weekend on his dime. He sure had taken the Father of the Bride thing to heart. It had been beautiful, and more than Jessica could ever dream.

Per tradition, Natasha had been a huge help in picking out the perfect dress. Ryleigh felt like she had come straight out of a bridal magazine. It was more elegant and less sexy than her previous picks, but Loki had still enjoyed removing it at the end of the night. Tony had been nice enough to also put them up in the bridal suite of a hotel downtown to spare the team the “continued trauma they had been receiving that prevented eye contact at breakfast” as he put it. They had traveled to Asgard with Thor a few days after the wedding.

Frigga and Odin had given them a majestic wedding with a feast and a ball fit for royalty… which seemed appropriate since they were. It still felt insane to her that she was an actual princess. Frigga had loved her from the start and Odin had eventually warmed up to her when he saw the change she had made in Loki. He also said he loved how she put him in his place too. She was glad she got to visit them a few times before the wedding to get to know them better.

This evening had been her coronation ceremony. She was surprised to see that the dress Frigga had picked out was even more lavish than the wedding gown she had worn the day before. Ryleigh knew this was a special event for them and she was happy to follow any custom that they asked of her. Loki had tears in his eyes as he watched Odin crown her and give her the title she now held.

Princess Jessica of Asgard, wife of Loki.

Honestly that had been her favorite part of their entire trip to Asgard was the look of absolute pride when her husband looked at her. While he seemed proud to call her his wife, he held a different air about him and stood up even straighter when he called her his princess. Loki and Jessica had spent the evening dancing at a huge ball in her honor, like the princess she now was…

It had been late when they returned from their second banquet of the week and third major wedding event this week. They were both exhausted and curled up in bed to sleep.

“I could get use to this princess treatment…this is dangerous being waited on hand and foot.”

Loki laughed as he kissed her shoulder.

“It gets dreadfully boring after a while, my dear. Trust me.”

“Even so, I absolutely love the people of Asgard. This place is incredible babe!”

His eyebrows furrowed.

“I still don’t see how being called an infant child is a term of endearment.”

She laughed and rolled over to him.

“Speaking of infant children…”

He took a break from kissing her neck to look at her, his expression puzzled. She laughed before continuing.

“No Loki, this isn’t me telling you we’re pregnant. You know it’s going to be a struggle, if it even happens for us. I was just thinking that maybe we could start trying though. I mean where better to try to get pregnant than on a beach during our honeymoon…”

Loki thought about it for a minute and smiled.

“Who says we have to wait until we get to the beach tomorrow though…”

He had started kissing down her neck again as she laughed.

“I like your thinking…my prince…”

He moaned as she kissed him, knowing exactly how to get him going.

A FEW YEARS LATER

Ryleigh looked up from the laptop to see Loki standing in the doorway of her office watching her, a glint in his eye. She continued to fill out the reports from the team’s latest mission.

“Don’t look at me like that, Laufeyson. You already got me pregnant. You can stop trying now.”

He walked over to her as she turned in her chair, her belly sliding out from under her desk. He knelt down in front of her and put his hands on either side of her growing bump before kissing it.

“I’ll never stop trying to get you pregnant, Jessica. It’s too much fun.”

She laughed and held up her hands to him so he could help her stand up. Ryleigh never thought standing up from a sitting position would be such a challenge.

“You can carry the next one then, deal?”

He laughed as they walked to the kitchen for lunch.

“But you are so stunning when you’re with child love.”

He kissed her as he pulled the chair out for her. She shot him a look.

“Flattery is what got us into this position in the first place.”

Loki smirked as Natasha brought them both a plate of food.

“So how is my niece doing today?”

Ryleigh ran her hand across her stomach. While she was cranky when she was hungry, she had actually loved being pregnant. Especially with Loki’s child. He was even more attentive, not letting her lift a single finger the entire pregnancy.

“Other than kicking my ribs every five minutes and using my bladder as a pillow, she’s on my good side today. I just hope Tony has the remodel finished in time. He is down to three weeks or less. I really would like to get settled before she’s here. This nesting instinct is insane Nat!”

Tony had insisted on remodeling a part of the wing for them. They would have more space and be able to have a separate bedroom for a nursery. He even built in a small office space for them so Ryleigh could work closer to the baby. Even though he was calling it his “grandbaby,” he was refusing to be called anything similar to grandpa. It made him feel old. It just gave Ryleigh ammo against him when he was being an ass.

Later that night, Ryleigh and Loki laid in bed in his room where they had been living since her room was part of the suite being built. She watched him sleep, part of her loving how peaceful he looked and part of her jealous that he could sleep so easily. She tried to breathe deeply as another contraction came on. Ryleigh had been working on building up her mental defense to save Loki from hearing the things she was going to be screaming in her head when it came time to push this baby out.

She slowly made her way up out of bed, even if it took a few tries. The doctor had told her at their last appointment to try taking a shower to see if the contractions went away on their own. Even though she had been having them before dinner, she didn’t say a word to anyone yet until they became more consistent. The whole team was already on baby watch as is and she didn’t want to cause a panic.

Standing in the shower, enjoying the warm water on her aching back, she thought back to the two years they had tried to get pregnant. It started out fun but quickly turned into doctor’s appointments and tests. It took a few rounds of fertility treatments, but she could still feel the excitement they felt getting the call from the doctor. They shared the news over dinner that night, not being able to hold in their joy. It made all the months with a negative test so worth it. She breathed through another one before turning off the shower. Ryleigh dried off and tried to wrap the towel around her, failing miserably as her bump pushed through the opening. Another one rolled through, stronger this time. That’s when she felt it.

“Uhhh…. Loki!”

She heard him sit up in bed and presumably look around the room for her.

“Bathroom!”

She laughed as she heard him dive out of bed, his feet pounding against the floor as he ran. He pushed the bathroom door open in a full panic.

“What’s wrong love? Is it the baby? Is it time?”

Ryleigh walked over to him and put her hands on his cheeks.

“First… breath. We have plenty of time. You might want to get dressed and quietly get Natasha without waking the others please. I’m sure you can handle being discreet. I just wanted to let you know that my water just broke.”

The next eighteen hours were some of the toughest of her life. By the time the three of them had quietly slipped out of the compound and headed in town to the hospital, her contractions were quickly becoming stronger. Nat had been smart enough to take over driving so Loki could concentrate on Jessica. He tried to remain strong for her, but she ended up calming him down after a few of the tougher ones. Only after she got her epidural, did he seem to relax a little more. Ryleigh knew he hated the thought of her being in pain with him able to do nothing about it.

By the time the nurse told her it was time to start pushing that afternoon, it didn’t matter if she had built up her mental guard or not. The words flew from her mouth with each excruciating contraction. After calling him every name in the book and calling him a useless god for not being able to do anything to stop the pain, she vowed that he was never allowed to touch her again just as the doctor said the words that would change everything.

“This is it, Jessica. One more push and you get to meet your daughter!”

The anger vanished as she looked up at Loki with tears in her eyes. Since he was in too much shock to speak, Natasha took over the coaching. Turning Ryleigh’s face to look at her, she locked eyes with her as she smoothed back her sweat soaked hair.

“I know your tired and in pain, Momma, but you have to do this for her. Give us one more and you can finally hold your baby.”

When she felt the next contractions begin, she blocked everything else out and squeezed both of their hands for dear life. Just as she finally felt relief, a small cry filled the room as a beautiful baby girl was laid on her chest. The moment she saw her sweet little face, nothing else mattered anymore. She was a mother now.

His shaky hand rested on tops of hers and she looked up to find Loki sobbing with her. She had never been more in love with the amazed, terrified, and wide eyed god standing beside her. Jessica couldn’t help but laugh as his jaw hung open in shock and his eyes darted back and forth between his wife’s face and the precious babe curled up against her chest. The second the baby girl started to cry again, she watched his demeanor shift into one of protectiveness as he knelt down and placed a kiss against the little one’s head.

“It’s alright, little love. There’s no need to cry.”

She wrapped her small hand around his finger and tried to open her eyes to search for the source of the voice, her cry softening into a whimper. Loki wiped the tears from his cheeks with his free hand before doing the same for his wife.

“You already know your daddy’s voice, don’t you, Maddie?”

He rested his head against her shoulder and just stared at their daughter. Jessica couldn’t stop looking at how small the babies fingers looked compared to her husbands, who was still softly stroking the back of her fist that held his finger tightly.

When the nurse took the baby from them to get her cleaned up and checked out, Loki looked at her with panic. With a nod, she watched him follow their daughter across the room, not letting her out of his sight.

“What’s her name?”

Loki glanced back at his wife with a smile before answering the nurse beside him.

“Her name is Madison.”

“That’s a beautiful name. Middle name?”

He shook his head as she filled out the paperwork in her hands.

“No middle name. Just Madison… Madison Lokisdottir.”

Later that night, he sat on the small couch in the hospital room that was to be his bed for now and held his daughter in his arms. Glancing over at his wife, he noticed she was still sleeping peacefully. The strength Jessica had shown today left him speechless. As a god, he thought he was the one who was strong. Watching her bring their daughter into the world showed him that she was the one that possessed more strength than he ever could.

Returning his focus to the sleeping infant in his arms, he was still so amazed that he was now a father. The last few years had been tough on them both as they continued to try to start their family. The process had been mentally taxing on him as well. It brought up so many feelings that he had yet to address from their time apart when Jessica had miscarried and had undergone the surgery that created the difficulties they were facing now.

The moment sweet little Madison had made her entrance to this world, it all became worth the heartache they had been through together. Looking back and forth between his two girls, he was astonished that this was his life now. Loki longed to go back to his former self and give him a glimpse of this moment and tell him that all of the pain and despair would bring him to these two amazing gifts.

A husband.

A father.

A man who despite his troubled past, was blessed enough to receive a second chance at happiness.

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 3 years

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Sigyn x Loki Masterlist

One Shots

The Proposition

AU One Shots

A Tale of Regret (Character Death AU)

What If...Loki Lost His Love

Drabbles

10 Minute Writing Challenge

“In retrospect, there was no way this could have gone right.”

First Impressions

“I almost lost you kiss.”

Top Of Head Kisses

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing

“Aww, is my little princess getting shy?” (18+)

"You can't be mad."

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Sigyn Waking Loki (Loki Series)

Sigyn Leaves Loki (Thor: Ragnarok)

Just a Bit of Cuddling

How Conqueror Sigyn Got the Last Infinity Stone

Interruptions

“I’ll help you study.”

dancing together (Conqueror Sigyn/President Loki)

massaging them

kiss on the hand

Headcanons

Sleeping

How do the Avengers react to Sigyn?

Disagreements

Family

Affection

Relationship

Handling the Silent Treatment

Routines for Sigyn

How They Deal With Being Sick

Sigyn’s Nightmare

Sigyn's Nightmare: Part 2

Loki and Sigyn’s Wedding

Loki and Sigyn's Courtship: Highlight Reel

First Argument

When They Realized They Were In Love

Thor and Sigyn's Relationship

Jane and Sigyn's Realtionship

Sigyn's Relationship with Sif and the Warriors 3

Odin and Sigyn’s Relationship

Frigga and Sigyn's Relationship

What Would “Doing the Do” Be Like (18+)

How Sigyn Deals With Loki’s “Deaths”

How Sigyn Deals With Loki Being Drunk and Vice Versa

What Happens When both Loki and Sigyn Are Drunk

Loki and Sigyn's Second Wedding l Loki and Sigyn's Second Wedding Continued

Reasons Loki Fell in Love With Sigyn

Reasons Sigyn Fell in Love With Loki

Sigyn and Sylvie's Relationship

Classic Sigyn

Lord Sigyn

How They Comfort Each Other When One Has a Nightmare

Sigyn, Loki, Thor, Sif and The Warriors Three Playing Uno

Sigyn's Reaction to Seeing Loki's Jotun Form

The First Few Nights Alone for Sigyn after Thor (2011)

AUs/What Ifs...

Historical AU + Hospital AU

Pregnancy Fic AU

Random Series of AUs

Sigyn and Loki in WandaVision

What Thor Would Be Like as an Uncle

How Thor Reacts to Being Told He's Going to Be an Uncle

How Loki Reacts to Being Told He's Going to Be a Father l Loki's Reaction if He Were to Be a Father Post Endgame

How Does Sigyn React to Finding Out She’s Pregnant

How Are Loki and Sigyn With Thor's Kids

How Loki Deals With the Aftermath if Narvi and Vali Were Born Before Infinity War

Notes on Vali and Narfi

Conqueror Sigyn & President Loki Headcanons

What If...Sigyn Became Queen of Asgard

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What If...Sigyn Joined the Avengers

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Character Notes/Breakdown

Random Dialogue Dump

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Avengers: Infinity War Outline

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Loki's Introduction in Avengers: Endgame

Loki Series Notes: Episode 1

Loki Series Notes: Episode 2

Loki Series Notes: Episode 3

Loki Series Notes: Episode 4

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Loki & Sigyn: Time Variants Playlist

Conqueror Sigyn and President Loki Random Dialogue

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that-little-zebunny · 2 years

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HBC Wicked Wednesday: Lilies & Roses

For @the-th-horniest-book-club 💚 wah finally can hop in and participate to this lovely weekly event 😍

I took the plot Love at first sight. (At least for one of them.) for this one.

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

WC: 1900

Warning: rough treatment on a child,? (Just a tad bit i dunno how to properly word it sorry 😅), fluff, loki and flowers coz thats a deadly combo,

*Its been a while. I had been trying to get back to writing after a looooong time of not being able too. T.T I hope you'll like this one. I know its a bit rusty but pls do enjoy. 🥰*

Loki got tired of all the plotting and fighting that he’s been doing for millennia so he decided to lay low to everyone’s last place to expect him, in Midgard. He had been very fascinated with the only beautiful thing in the wretched place, the flowers, so he decided to open a flower shop in a small town where he made sure that no one knew of him.

He’s been there for almost a year now and things are doing well. He’s minding his own business which he likes the most, in the morning he tends to his field and in the afternoon he’s in his shop arranging beautiful bouquets.

One afternoon things are as they are since he’s been there until the bell on his glass door rang indicating a customer entering. Raising his head from what he’s doing on his working table to try and welcome whoever it was but he didn’t see anyone. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the empty shop shaking his head he returned to the task at hand. He’s about to insert the final piece of flower on the bouquet he’s working on when a small voice suddenly flooded the quiet shop.

“I know that! It's Carmation! It means sweet because it’s white.” A cheery slightly high-pitched voice said. It startled Loki that he froze on the spot eyes wide. How did he not know the kid is here? It’s rare that people can sneak on him. Shaking his surprise away he looked down at the small Midgardian raising his eyebrow.

“How smart of you to know that.” He told her, he roamed his eyes again around the shop and pointed at the stocks of Iris. “Then what do those mean?” he asked. The little girl put her hands behind her bouncing at the ball of her feet as she stared sharply at Loki making him a bit nervous. She looked at where he pointed then looked back at him pouting her lips in a...he might not want to admit it, a very adorable way.

“The purpurl ones?” She asked, raising both eyebrows.

“Indeed.” He said.

Nodding her head as if she agrees with something that she only knows what.

“They awr Iris. they mean respect and wisdom and uhm...for the pwince and pwincesses.” she said proudly smiling wide at him showing a vacant front tooth that he found cute. He magically made an iris appear on his hand that he had hidden behind him and offered it to the kid.

“Here, for a very smart princess that I now respect. What is your name child?” HE asked, putting the flower on her left ear. She smiled widely at him.

“My name is Lily. Like those”, she pointed at a bunch of white lilies. she giggled when she saw his face light up on her flower-related name.

“A very beautiful name, Indeed” he said to her.

Surprisingly he enjoyed talking to the child even if she had a hard time pronouncing some words, she is very talkative and does know a lot about flowers.

Half a minute into their conversation a very frantic man came rushing into his shop walking straight to Lily, grabbing her thin arm roughly, speaking loudly, curses, and other harsh words that even as someone that wanted to break this world before knows it should not be spoken in front of a child. He walked out from behind his counter to confront the man.

He grabbed the man’s arm to steady it from shaking the poor kid making it look up at him. He saw how his presence made the man unsure of how to react next. He stared down at him.

“If you know what's best for you, you'll unhand the poor child now.” He said through gritted teeth. The man swallowed a lump on his throat, slowly letting go of Lily. He walked infront of her shielding her from harm.

"That's my kid!" The man shouted, pointing at Lily who's holding tightly on Loki's pants. "S-so will you mind your own business? That kid roamed around when she knows she's definitely not supposed to." He continued.

"Is that true?" Loki asked softly. Lily slowly nodded her head as she whispered a faint appology.

He sighed and look back up again to her Dad. "Then may I ask how you're able to loose your child for almost half an hour and just noticing now? Even my father would not be that careless even with the flaws that he had." He said smirking as he saw the man's face turns pale.

"H-how did-" the man wasn't able to finish talking when another figure came rushing in his shop, running and almost stumbling trying to get near Lily. The child for the first time since people started invadin his sacred space lets go of his pants to run to the woman that came in sobbing loudly. The smell of freshly bloomed flowers surrounded him making his brain hazy as if it's caressing the deepest longing he had in his being. His eyes landed to the weeping mess on his floor, hugging the child tightly. A soft smile appeared in his lips as he saw Lily pats the womans head whispering assurance. What a unique sight *but what a sight indeed* he told himself as he stared at you. Something in him is being pulled and he's not sure why but his heart felt like it's finally beating the way that it should be. *Oh Norns* he thought again.

You're a sobbing mess and you know it. Nothing is scarier for a mother than the news that her child is missing. So after dismissing your botanical 101 class early, you run as fast as you could to your car and drove to the park near your home where your ex-husband said he'll be *quote **bonding** unquote* with his daughter but you know its only for show as it's almost election day and he needs to save face to the townsfolk. God, you wished you didn't agree but the thought of giving Lily a chance to be with her Dad can help give her a little normality in her life but this just prove it wrong.

"Are you sure you're okay sweetheart?" You asked her again, roaming your eyes from her head to her shoe.

"I am Mommy. Mr. Loki here was very nice to me." She said pointing at the tall man beside the both of you. Oh goodness, you didn't even noticed him there and he's huge. Wiping the tears on your face you stood up to face him.

Having the chance to properly see him you couldn't help but admire how beautiful he looks and surrounded by all these flowers makes him ethereal.

"I'm so sorry for all the mess and thank you for keeping Lily safe in here." You told him. "Luckily we didn't have to look long or I might just loose it." You said with gritted teeth as you look at your ex who's standing at the corner like an idiot.

"Not long hmm..." The man, Loki was it. What a unique name.

"We should go." Patrick said his voice shaking a little. "Your kid had caused enough trouble as it is." The man said and tried to reach out to both you and Lily but Loki blocked him before he got the chance.

"Who caused trouble again?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "Tell me what you told me earlier Lily." Loki said looking down at your daughter who only swallowed as she looks at her dad. You frowned at them.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"How long were you looking again?" Loki smirked as he challengely stare at Patrick but you know the question is for you.

"Ten to fifteen minutes give or take?" You answered unsure of what's going on. You are looking at Patrick to Loki back and fort. Your hands softly pulled Lily to your side and you felt her small arts embraced your waist.

"We'll, this bright young girl here had been woth me for almost half an hour. What kind of father let their child roam around unattended for that long?" Loki's voice started to sound angry as he stared at Patrick. Hands closing into a fist as he felt anger rise up his mind but he wasn't able to continue expressing that as all the flowers on the shop started dying. From beautiful colors to a decaying brown. You heard Patrick gasp as he look at you, eyes pleading.

"Norns, what's going on?" Loki said but he sounded far away from your ears. All you can focus on was Patrick. The man had let your daughter on her own for that long and had the gull to lie about it? Gritting your teeth as angry consumes you.

"Mommy doesn't like being angry." Lily said as she runs to her father's side holding his hand and air started to return on his body. "Can you pls make mommy not angry?" She asked, eyes full of maturity as she assess the situation and Loki understand what's going on.

They're mutants, of course. This mother and daughter duo gives and takes life. Acting as fast as he could he turned you toward him hands touching both of your wrist and used his seidr to fill your mind with his and Lily's conversation from earlier. How she laughed at him from being serious and how she named all the flowers she can see and how she told him how much she loves her mommy and that you're be best of all mommies in the universe.

Lily let go of her Dad's hands and he's been breathing on his own and didn't take a second before he's running out of the shop. Serves him right Loki thought before returning his focus to you. You're stating at him as if in daze.

"T-thank you." You whispered and he smiled gently at you. Oh how he wants to keep you in his hold and protects you.

"It is nothing." He answered as his eyes felt like they're trapped in yours. He can see the uncertainty, the guilt and the longing in them and he wanted nothing else but to ease your heart and mind. How in the norns could such beauty cause such grift, and knowing hot that ends all he wants is to be there to assure you it'll be alright.

"Mommy and Loki, staring like trees K-I-S-S-I-" Lily's gigly high pitched voice broke your both on your trance, your face heating up at what she's singing.

"LILY ROSE Y/L/N!!!" You gasped, wided eyed as your daughter just giggled and run around the shop touching flowers after flowers and they all returned to how they are, fresh and colorful. "I am so sorry for everything." You told Loki and he only smiled at you.

"Would you like to stay for tea?" He asked, his hans went up to wipe a stray tear on your cheek and you couldn't help but lean on his touch making him smile wider.

"Yes please!" Lily answered for you making you blinked rapidly.

"Uhm..y-yeah. we'd love that." You answered and how thankful you're for that day as life became very colorful and full of love for you and your daughter thanks to Loki.

Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Reblogs and comments are well appreciated. Its been a while I'm so happy to be back 😭😭😭

-zephy

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kiki-shortsnout · 3 years

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If you're still taking prompts from the intimacy prompts list. 43 with IronStrange or Frostiron please! Love your writing! 💙💙💙

Hey! I've finally finished my IronStrange Bigbang!! So I can come back to my prompts! Thank you for waiting!

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Slight torture, Blood (nothing Graphic)

FrostIron: Head in lap.

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Tony had been in this position before, more times than he was willing to admit. Hands bound behind his back, his wrists bleeding from where he’d been tugging at his restraints, his palms sealed together from the stickiness of his blood. The strain on his thighs and knees was a dull burn, a constant ache that never wavered, the grip in his hair ensuring he never sat back on his legs in a desperate reprieve.

If he could survive the torture of the Ten Rings, he could survive this. The arc reactor was already lodged in his chest, the frigid metal caressing the bone of his sternum. There wasn’t much more anyone could do to him, he was already in constant pain from the thing keeping him alive, could feel the shrapnel in his chest rattling with every gasp. Apart from taking his life, which he wasn’t sure he was fond of anyway, there wasn’t anything these kidnappers could take from him.

At least, that’s what Tony thought until they brought in Loki.

Bruises were littered over his high cheekbones, his split lip catching Tony’s attention and making him wriggle against the hand in his hair. He grit his teeth at the kick in the back of his thigh for his effort, not showing any outward pain.

Tony had seen lots of different sides to Loki over the last few months. The would be conqueror ensnared in a mind-controlling spell, a contrite younger brother, wanting to make amends with Thor but not knowing how to. There was the Loki who enjoyed pranking the Avengers, mischief, and humor dancing in his eyes, a Loki who read quietly in Tony’s workshop, finding a quiet freedom in being outside of Odin’s influence.

Recently, there had been the Loki who watched Tony when he thought no one was looking, a flirtatious lilt to his words when they talked, completely at odds with the shy Alpha who brought Tony gifts from other realms.

But, Tony had never seen this.

He could feel the livid rage in those green eyes, like fire on his skin, an intense fury that would make lesser men cower. Even Tony, who trusted Loki, tried to shuffle away from the gaze, scared he could see his weakness, his patheticness at being apprehended like this. His eyes shone bright like the magic he wielded, sweeping over Tony’s body, seeking out any injury, his teeth baring in a furious snarl.

Despite the situation, the tongue lashing he was no doubt going to receive if they managed to get out of here alive, shivers still teased over Tony’s body at the sound. He’d always fought against the idea of having a dominant Alpha, despised the thought that he needed taking care of, that he was inferior in any way, but Loki’s overprotective snarl and the dangerous look in his eyes was making Tony’s inner Omega purr and preen at the attention.

Now is not the time.

‘How the mighty have fallen,’ a silky, sensual voice wrapped around them, shaking Tony out of his fantasies about sexy, deadly alien Alphas. Breaking away from Loki’s stare, the ominous promise in it, Tony turned his head, trying to find the source of the voice. He wasn’t sure where they were, he’d already done recon as soon as he’d woken up in here, and the only information he had was that they were in some sort of castle, stone floors, stone walls, candlesticks on the walls.

Alright, not candlesticks, some sort of magical floating orb that was casting light around them, but he still doesn’t believe Thor, or Loki when they’ve tried to explain magic, so he refused to see them floating around like ghostly fireflies.

Loki didn’t answer, but Tony could tell from his expression that he recognized her, a growl thundering in his chest as he looked between whoever was behind him and Tony’s battered body.

‘My, my, what a beautiful Omega.’

Tony tried to look up, but the hand in his hair gripped hard enough to rip strands from his skull, and he understood that no eye contact was allowed. Green knee high boots entered the line of his vision, and a cool hand grasped his chin, yanking his face up. She was beautiful, all long legs and gorgeous blonde hair, looking like a medieval warrior princess or something. Tony knew that beautiful creatures were often the most dangerous ones.

He’d fallen for one after all.

‘Spirited too, I can see what he sees in you,’ she cooed down to him, nails digging into his cheeks, his blood oozing over her fingers. Tony heard Loki’s frantic struggle against his captors, the shift of leather dragging across stone.

‘No matter your beauty, you are still a pathetic, disgusting creature.’

It’s cute she thought her words will hurt him. He’d been called far worse, tortured to his breaking point before. This was nothing, his body being bruised? That was what happened when he got called to assemble. He grinned up at her, feeling a twist of delight low in his gut as the skin above her nose wrinkled at his blatant disrespect.

‘You do not understand mortals, you never have, never looked past your disdain of them,’ Loki finally said. ‘Leave him. He is worthless to you. It is me you want, Amora.’

Pretty name, Tony thought to himself, inhaling deeply as he tried to work out her secondary gender. Omega, interesting.

‘And what has changed that your view of them is now positive? I remember a time when you sought to enslave these pitiful creatures, and now you live among them, spurning my calls for help, the glory of seeing our enemies at our feet…’

Hell hath no fury like an Omega spurned, Tony chuckled, suppressing his cry as her foot connected with his ribs, sending him sprawling.

Alright, that one hurt.

‘I’ve been watching you Loki, and I do not believe your view has changed. You still see Midgardians as pitiful. It is a single mortal who has changed your outlook,’ Amora whispered, her heels clicking across the stone as she picked up Tony by the back of the neck, yanking him back to his knees.

‘You’re barking up the wrong tree, sister. Loki doesn’t think of me like that, trust me, I’ve tried to flirt with him, and he’s not interested,’ Tony laughed, running his tongue over the blood that coated his teeth.

He wasn’t lying. Tony had tried for weeks to show Loki he was interested in changing their friendship to something more. Short of pinning him down and scenting him like a crazed animal, there was nothing Tony hadn’t done to try and coax Loki into a courtship of some sort.

Loki hadn’t responded to any of it.

‘How little you understand. Loki has always had everything he’s coveted taken from him. He hides what he treasures most, even to the one he cares for. Don’t you remember, Loki? How we used to wreak havoc across the nine realms to cause your father pain due to his special treatment of Thor, his golden child,’ Amora hissed, tightening her hold on his throat.

Tony refused to react, ignoring the panic building in him as his body struggled to draw in a lungful of air, blotchy spots distorting his vision.

‘Leave him, Amora.’

There was no panic, no Alpha command in his voice. His words were concise, coated with a brittle frost. His gaze slid over to where Loki was kneeling, red bleeding into his eyes, his muscles bunched and tense, losing his grip on his magic, his Jotunn heritage blurring the edges of the Alpha he knew.

‘Careful, you’ll send him skittering away with that monster lurking beneath your skin,’ Amora taunted, moving to the side so they could look at each other, her hold on his throat never wavering. ‘This one is strong, isn’t he? I can see he’s in pain, you can smell it in his scent can’t you, the way he’s begging you to save him, the big, strong Alpha,’ she sneered.

Tugging him higher and off his knees, Tony struggled to get a foot onto the stone floor to support his weight, knowing his neck was going to snap if he didn’t.

‘What will it take to break you, hmm?’ she whispered, leaning towards him. Her sunshine blonde hair slipped over his shoulder, tickling his skin as she brought her nose to his unmarked bonding gland, scenting it. ‘What if I gave you to one of the Alphas who stole you, ruined you for him?’

He’d been threatened that in Afghanistan, one of many taunts to make him give up the Jericho missile.

‘Make sure they’re attractive, my public image will suffer if my bond mate is butt ugly,’ Tony answered, his tone considering even as he fought his restraints, the scalding agony of his lungs becoming impossible for him to ignore.

‘I will tear apart any Alpha that dares touch him,’ Loki spat from the other side of the room, his voice thick as if something was obstructing his throat.

Amora froze even as her lips brushed against Tony’s neck, her gaze flicking up to peer through long eyelashes at him, searching for something.

‘Do your worst, sweetheart,’ Tony challenged.

Pretty pink lips curved in an erotic smile. A hand splayed over his stomach, fingers walking up towards his chest. He could feel the tips of her sharp nails through his tattered shirt, and then she was tearing it aside, the azure light of the arc reactor lighting up the gloom of the room.

‘Found you,’ she taunted, finger tapping across the glass.

No matter how much he tried to keep his poker face, the sheer terror he felt when her nails plunged into his skin surrounding the arc reactor was exposed to them all through his scent, the sour scent of it pungent in the room, trapped by the stone walls and turning thicker by the second. Hating himself, Tony let out a high pitched whine, a frantic call for help.

Not there!

His body crumpled to the floor as the pressure on his neck vanished, shuddering pain coursing through his shins as he fell forward, his face taking the brunt of the fall. The memories of terror and agony he felt at Afghanistan left him deaf to the fight around him, the blurring figure of Loki ferociously attacking their captors nothing more than an afterthought as he curled in a ball to protect himself.

‘Stark.’

Tell us how to build a Jericho missile!

‘Stark!’

The hell did you do to me?

‘Anthony!’

That is an electromagnet hooked up to a car battery, and it's keeping the shrapnel from entering your heart.

Hands fell on his back, and he yelled, rolling on his back to fight, succumbing to his basic instincts in his fear. His lips drew back in a snarl, ready to bite whoever touched him.

‘You are unharmed, Tony, beloved, trust me.’ A wrist was thrust in front of his nose, ignoring the way Tony latched onto it, attempting to bite chunks from his skin. ‘Breathe in, scent me, know who I am,’ the voice instructed, and he could smell crisp snow, permeating the fear gripping his brain.

I know this scent.

‘That’s it, beloved, breathe, regain control of your mind. You are safe, Amora has fled, and I will never let any harm you.’

Tony could feel a hand covering the arc reactor and instead of recoiling from it, his instincts made him lean up into it, knowing this person would protect him. He breathed the scent in deep, the primal part of him knowing he was safe. When the panic had subsided, he looked up into unfamiliar red eyes.

‘Loki?’ he rasped, his words aggravating his abused throat.

‘Do not let my appearance scare you, it is still me. I will regain control of my magic…in a moment,’ Loki conceded, dropping his gaze to look at Tony’s throat.

‘I’m not scared, not of you,’ Tony blurted.

‘Kind words. I know how I appear,’ Loki said in a clipped tone, reaching around Tony’s back and ripping apart the restraints. Tony whimpered in relief, his back sagging to the floor as he brought his hands up. Loki’s eyes blazed ruby as he gently grasped them, bringing them to his face so he could examine the damage.

‘You’re gorgeous,’ Tony argued, delirious from both the pain and the scent Loki was emitting. He wanted to drown in it, wrap it around himself like a blanket and never surface. Even with his body protesting, the tenuous link he had on his consciousness, darkness lapping at the edges of his mind, he managed to put his head in Loki’s lap, breathing a sigh of relief.

‘You, Anthony Stark are a foolish, remarkable creature. Stubborn, brave thing,’ Loki muttered, pulling off his cape to drape on Tony, his thumb smearing across the blood on Tony’s wrist.

‘I’ll take you away from this wretched place once I’ve got better control of my inst…magic,’ Loki amended. Tony liked that Loki’s instincts were going haywire around him, that this gorgeous Alpha was keeping hold of him in case any dared to attack.

‘I’m sorry, that this happened to you,’ Loki whispered at him, stroking a blue hand through his hair.

‘Don’t be, it’s not the worst thing that’s happened to-’

Loki’s growl ripped through the air, making Tony flinch at the force of it, feeling like he could be torn asunder by the noise alone.

‘Sorry, my behavior is inexcusable. My instincts are hard to control when I’m around you, they always have been,’ Loki snapped, forcing his gaze away, the hand in Tony’s hair stopping.

‘I don’t want my Alpha to control himself when he’s with me. I know this is the wrong time to be asking…but was what any of she said true?’

‘What did you call me?’

‘My Alpha,’ Tony said easily, feeling his head droop as his body began to succumb to the pain.

‘Anthony,’ Loki growled, bending over to hold him close. ‘We will speak of this once we return.’

Tony nodded, going limp in Loki’s hold, his last thoughts about how he would tell Rhodey he was going to mate an alien Alpha.

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Just a simple maid (soulmate au)

Requested:

Yes

Words:

4,044

Summary:

Y/n, an Asgardian maid, seems to be the soulmate of prince Loki, and for some reason she always wears long sleeves.

Warnings:

A lot of crying, sleep deprivation, ANGST, panic attack (kinda), sadness, tears, some more crying and a lot of bad writing

A/n: alright first soulamate fanfic, let’s hope for the best

A/a/n: finally I’m back, but only shortly. I recently redound some inspiration and will to write and to try being present on my blog again. But now I must warn you. I wrote this in the span of 2 years more or less, and for how impossible it might seem, I lived a lot of things in 2 years. This has been specifically written in 3 different periods of my life which would be a few months before, during and a few months after my depression. I hope you will enjoy it, and to everyone that is going through what I have, please I beg you, be strong. Carry yourself and keep going. Even if it hurts. Talk to someone about it. Someone who will understand and not treat you as attention seekers. Remember that you are loved, that even if you don’t have anyone now, life works in unexpected ways, and that maybe tomorrow you will find those people or that person that is willing to love you, perhaps not romantically, but trust me, aromantical love is the best. You will get through it. It doesn’t matter how hard it gets. You’ll get better. You will be better. You deserve it. And you are not alone❤️.

As a maid, you have never imagined yourself in a higher rang then where you already were and never expected something more. Children often imagined themselves being a lot more then what they were, imagined being princes or princesses, kings and queens, gods and goddesses and so on, but not you. You only dreamed to be free. Free from everything and everyone. Being raised as a servant blocked your dreams. You never dreamed what the other kids did, you didn’t want to be a goddess, you didn’t want to be a queen or a princess, all you ever wanted was freedom. Something that you never tasted since you turned 19. Exactly. 19 was the official age when a girl born from a servant became one as well.

Your mother was a wonderful and loving person, the best person in all of Asgard. She was the queen’s servant and Queen Frigga, being the sweet and kind person she was, often left you to play with her sons, Prince Thor and Loki, giving you the possibility to grow up with them too, and so you did. You were practically the same age as Loki, who soon became your best friend. Strangely, like probably not all of the royalty would do, he never treated you as a servant, but as a friend, and Thor did the same, leaving the servant-treatment aside. Time passed fast leaving child you, child Thor and child Loki behind and welcoming yourselves as adults. When you turned 19 and became a servant, for how much Thor and Loki claimed to care for you, they couldn’t do anything to solve your situation, those were the rules and the laws of Asgard and breaking them would have meant for them to go against the throne that one day one of them would have sat on. However, you couldn’t blame them, and you did the only thing that remained: you dealt with it. You were a maid. You couldn’t change it. You simply decided to keep it that way. But then again, when you turned 500, after centuries of service, you finally found a joy. In fact, when an Asgardian turns to the age of 5 centuries, they get strange writings on their arms, because of soulmates, as you once read on a book. When you started having writings on your arm, you went directly to your mother, who explained what a soulmate was and how it worked, better than any book could.”Y/n, darling, a soulmate, as the name already explains, it's a person whom you share a close relationship and a deep understanding. It's someone made to love you, that destiny decided you would be in love with. You can't hate them nor not love them, it’s a deep connection that can't be broken ” she explained to you, and you asked curiously ”What are these writings on my skin? How can I find this person?” and you kept making questions ”This writings are something that your soulmate wrote on his own skin to contact you. In fact, this is the only way you can find your loved one. You are lucky. Some people, unfortunately, never find their soulmates”. That night you received another writing on your arm, and you didn't hesitate to answer.

Only that, nothing too special, but you still responded

Hey

Nothing too special either

What are you doing?

Compared on your arm and you answered

Just talking to you, nothing much, you?

And he answered, and you two kept talking for longer than 3 hours. When you realised how late it was you wrote:

Oh, it is so late! We should go to sleep!

Even if you didn’t want to leave.

Wait! Do you think that we could meet tomorrow?

You suddenly found on your arm.

Tell me your name and I will find you

You wrote back, even if you weren’t sure that you could have, due to all the work you had to do tomorrow. But then reality hit you harder than ever.

I am Loki Odinson.

Oh great gods, oh great gods! Loki Odinson, Loki, that Loki, practically your best friend since childhood!

From that moment you stopped writing and since that night you promised yourself to avoid Loki, for how much you could, due to the fact that you were one of his maids.When you dressed up in the morning you chose a long-sleeve dress, in order to hide the writings on your arm and, without even thinking about meeting him, you cleaned his chambers only when he left them.This is what you did for almost a month, but it couldn't last forever, and you knew it. What hurt you the most was shutting Loki out, he was your best friend, always there for you, and now you just let him out, but obviously, he kept writing on his arm to talk to you, to see if he was the one that did something to you. He kept on writing and writing until your arm didn't start to hurt. It started to hurt every time he wrote something, every word, every letter, getting worse and worse, but you couldn't ask anyone for help, not even your mother, because you couldn’t risk her knowing that your soulmate was Loki. Again, you did the only thing that you could do, you dealt with it. When you found the time, you went to the library to find any reason why the writings caused you pain and any way to stop it. Today was one of those days when you had the time to go to the library. The library was a huge room, full of shelves and departments, with millions of books of every genre. You went to the section where you found the books on soulmates when you were younger. You had been searching for it the whole day and you didn't find it. You could see from the huge window that it was getting dark outside and that you should have gone to your room, so you decided to leave. The following morning you got up with a stringing pain in your left arm. Again. Loki had probably been writing on his arm for most of the night. He often did that, without thinking that it hurt you, or maybe he just didn’t know. Then you looked at your arm, not surprised in finding many questions such as “What are you doing?” “Where are you?” or even “Who are you?”. You didn’t answer any of those, you didn’t want to, you simply couldn’t, so you just got out of your bed and dressed with a long-sleeve dress, as always. Then, you got to Loki’s chambers, when he left them of course. He wasn’t a messy person, in fact he was quite the opposite, even if sometimes it might happen that he left his bed un-maked, mostly because he was late for something or he had something to attend to. You started making his bed, and picking up a pillow which probably fell while he was sleeping, you found a book. You weren’t surprised, Loki loved reading just as much as you did, and it came to you without a surprise that he read in bed before sleeping, or even for the whole night. But what surprised you was what the book was about. On the brown cover, in a beautiful golden writing there was written ‘Soulmates: the lifetime bondage’. This was te book you were searching for the last day! And it was in Loki’s room, but why did he have it? The answer suddenly popped in your mind: you weren’t answering him when he wrote to you, so he was probably searching for the reason why. Opening the book and going through its pages, you saw a few notes here and there, till you didn’t reach the chapter about ‘not answering soulmates’ and you started reading carefully.

“Not answering soulmates:

When a soulmate does not answer to the question the other soulmate wrote on his arm, there are more reasons why it happens:

- The soulmate does not answer because of its own will

- The soulmate might not be capable of answering

- The soulmate might be dead”

The last part made your heart drop. Did Loki think of you as dead? No, he couldn’t, you were right there, alive and well! But he didn’t know, you never talked to him. You rolled up your sleeves, looking at all the questions he wrote, between them there were some “Are you alright?” or “Are you safe?” and similar. Tears started appearing in your eyes, one already falling on your cheek: you didn’t realise you started crying.“So you found the book” a voice said behind you. You rolled down your sleeve, got up from the floor you were sitting on and took in all of his form, recognising it as the younger prince of Asgard. “L-loki, I was not expecting you here!” You said. “I know, I had a very important meeting, which I actually did not have to attend” God his accent, you had really missed his voice. “Anyway, how come that I have not seen you in a while?” He asked “I..I have been busy..” you lied. He smirked. “Y/n-“ “I know, I know you are the god of lies and you know that I lied” you stopped him in the middle of his sentence “I was about to say that I know you since we were children, it is impossible for me not to know” of course you thought “So, what is this truly about?” you had to tell him the truth, but you couldn’t, not this way “I am just having problems with my soulmate” you said. Half truth and half lie, or better only truth and an omission. ”That is interesting, I am too” You were surely surprised that he said so “Oh, really, why, what is happening with them?” You tried to pass the topic on him rather than on you “I think you do already know by reading the book you are holding” he said. You looked down at your hands, finding the book “I am sorry, Loki. But do you know why they are not answering?” You tried to get the informations by directly asking him. “Unfortunately, I do not, but I do have an idea” you but your lip “Do you believe that they are dead?” He sighted “They might be..” he said without daring to look into your eyes. You felt so bad for avoiding him and leaving him without telling him anything. “Oh, Loki” you sighted and gave him a hug. He was startled after feeling your arms around him but then he gave in an hugged you back “I missed you” he said, burying his face in your hair. “I missed you too” you said back. When he stopped hugging you, you stepped back and tucked a stand of your hair behind your ear “Now if you excuse me, I think I should change your bed sheets” you said to him “Yes, of course” he agreed. You started packing the sheets so you could take them more easily and started heading for the door when Loki asked “You know that it is June, don’t you?” You slowly turned around and gave him a questioning glare “Isn’t it too hot to wear long sleeves?” He said. What am I going to say now? You asked yourself “I just liked the dress” you justified, immediately leaving the room, not noticing the smirking god. That was close. The days passed and you couldn’t help but being sorry for Loki. Sometimes you could see him wandering in the corridors near his chamber, with the book in his hand, a pen in the other, a rolled up sleeve and, to conclude his look, two deep bags under his eyes: to say that he was visibly tired was a misunderstanding. He was completely sleep-deprived. This situation was getting out of control and seeing him like this made your heart feel only pain and pity for the younger prince. This, till the day you finally had enough and decided to talk with him.

You knocked on his camber door, putting so much effort in such a small gesture. When you received no answer was the moment you started questioning yourself, but gathering all the courage you still had in yourself you entered, despite him not telling you to do so. Then you saw him. You saw him and you felt full of emotions: sorrow and regret were the first ones, then joined by happiness and joy for finding your best friend again.He was on the balcony, reading, a concentrated expression on his face, probably not even noticing you entered the room due to the lack of sleep. Or probably he had, but couldn’t bring himself to care in that moment. “L-Loki?” you quietly spoke his name, getting his attention... “Mmh?”.... more or less...“Loki?” you called for him again. When you didn’t get his full attention, you brought his face to you, locking your e/c eyes with his green ones. In doing this you could see his tiredness and sleep deprivation, the way his eyes had lost the sparkle they once had.“Loki, look at you! What have they done?” You asked him genuinely worried “I can’t find them, they won’t answer me! What have I done? What has happened to them!?” Loki yelled, tears picking at his eyes. You couldn’t do anything to him, so you hugged him, holding him to yourself in attempt to comfort him. He then let himself go, sinking in your embrace and crying, crying on your shoulder. When he finished you wiped away his tears, looking in his eyes “What is wrong with me?” He suddenly asked you.“There is nothing wrong with you, Loki, you are perfect. You are not the problem, it is them, they do not know what they are missing, and if they really do not want to be with you, then move on and let them see your true greatness” you said with a small smile forming on your lips, making a similar one appear on his face. His eyes were looking into yours, like trying to get to your soul. “Now, you need to get ready, there is a ball tonight you need to attend to” you said, looking down to the ground to avoid his gaze. “Come with me” he said “What?” You were shocked, did you actually hear well? “You understood, come with me” “I-should not, I-I mean, I am not important like the people that will be in the ballroom, and not even at your level to actually come with you” you stuttered “Oh, you got me wrong darling, you will not decide, this is an order, and please do not underestimate yourself like this” . That was... shocking to say the least. Not less then three second ago he was crying on your shoulder, and then he was giving you orders? Well, it was something he could do, but still, he never did.

You went to your room to get ready for the ball. What could you wear? You were a mere servant, you didn’t have a dress for such an occasion. But then, when you opened your dresser, you saw something that didn’t belong there: it was a beautiful long f/c dress. You took it to examine it and you saw all the diamonds it had on it. You were speechless, where did this dress come from? A little light turned on in your mind: Loki. Of course, who else could have invited you knowing that you didn’t have a dress for the occasion, just to give you a new beautiful one? There was only one last problem: the dress didn’t have sleeves. And now? What could you do? Make up on the arm? No it would be too much. Gloves maybe? Probably the best option.

After finishing getting ready you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt beautiful, the dress looked perfect on you, the slight make up you put was perfect, and the gloves you found were perfect. Everything seemed perfect. You got out of your room, closing the door behind you and when you turned you found yourself face to face with the God of mischief.He looked at you, mouth slightly open, gazing at you from your feet to the tip of your head. “Is something wrong?” You asked, thinking that you had something out of place “No, you look ravishing”. You whispered a small ‘Thank you’ while blushing madly.

When you arrived at the ball room, you started feeling insecure. You were just a maid, a mere servant, and behind those doors were important people, princes and princesses, probably even kings and queens. Loki seemed to recognise your insecurity, since you felt him take your hand in his and lightly squeeze it. Now you could see why the destiny put him as your soulmate. That small gesture made you feel better, a bit more confident. You two then decided to enter the room.The night seemed to go well, and by well you meant that no one of the royalty approached you, except for Thor of course, who had come just to see you, since it has been a long time from the day you had last seen the blond prince. He started talking to you only when Loki had left your side “Hello, Y/n “ he began “Greetings, Prince Thor” you said back. He then chuckled, making you laugh; you had always greeted him like this as a child, a small obligation from your mother, who wasn’t used to you being friends with the princes. You then went on talking about the past months and what you had been doing, including the reasons why you couldn’t spend your time together.

“Alright, say that one more time.”

“Thor, I have already told you three times” you complained.

“I just need to understand why you have not told him yet” he insisted “How can you not understand? Loki is a prince, a god, and one of the most perfect people to ever exist, how could I ever stand next to him. I am nobody compared to him, Thor. I am just... just a simple maid” you explained, pain almost visible on your lowered face, you were feeling miserable just thinking about it, about your unimportance and how at times it made your life a living Hel. You were taken back to reality and away from your thoughts by a hand being put on your shoulder. You looked up to see an understanding sad smile plastered on Thor’s face “You forgot to mention the most important thing: he is your friend” he gently spoke, emphasising the last four words. “He has been your friend for longer than I have, he has spent almost his whole life with you and has always cared about you deeply. It shouldn’t be so surprising that you two are meant to love each other, but still, you keep saying that it should not be like that, just because you are a simple maid. Well, you might be a maid, but you are everything but simple. You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. You are intelligent, funny, curious and beautiful. And top of that, you are you, and have never been afraid of who you are. For all these reasons, I can say today that I am happy and proud of having you in my life, and I am certain that my brother feels the exact same way”

By the end of his surprising speech, you found yourself on the verge of tears. You had always been in the dark about them caring so much for you and had never thought that someone could see you in that way. The blonde prince then hugged you tightly, noticing some of those small tears fall down your cheeks

“Do you want to know a small secret?” He asked you and you nodded still hugging him, then he silently said “When you had to become a maid, you should have been my servant, but Loki insisted so that you could be his” your eyes widened. Loki wanted you...as his maid? “He was convinced that since you should have cleaned his room, which isn not usually messy or dirty, you could have more time for yourself and that he would have been able to see you everyday at least once” You abandoned Thor’s hug to look at him in disbelief. He moved his hand to brush away on of your tears “ He loves you” Thor said, so faintly and silently that you wouldn’t have heard him if you were just one more step away. That last sentence hit you hard. Everything Thor said hit you hard. The room which wasn’t so crowded immediately started to feel smaller and smaller. Your lungs seemed non-existent and your breathing increased. You quickly excused yourself before running away towards the balcony.

The outside fresh air seemed to calm you down, and to fill your new redound lungs. You were feeling normal again, up until you didn’t hear a well too known voice. “Are you alright? I came back to my brother only to hear that you run away here” his voice was like the one of an angel, beautiful and spectacular, but at the current moment it was slightly panicking you. But then you took a deep breath and exhaled. In the meantime Loki came closer to the railing where you were at and looked at you worryingly. After a few seconds of mere loud breathing, you finally spoke up “I know why your soulmate is not answering Loki” he looked at you with a confused face “We do not have to talk about them, it is about you I am worried now. Forget them and tell me what is wrong. I want to be sure that YOU are alright Y/n, not them” you looked away from him and broke into a small laugh.

Ah the irony.

And if Loki was confused before, now it was even worse. You looked back at Jim’s sad face , then you slowly took off one of your gloves. Loki’s expression changed from confused, to shocked, to surprised and finally to one you could quite muster, something between realisation and sadness. He gulped, closing his wonderful eyes, only to open them Almere moments later “Why.” Was the only thing he said. A cold expression hard to read or to understand. “I was afraid” you answered, tears already forming. “Scared? Scared of what?” He asked slightly furring his eyebrows “That you would have rejected me and abandoned me. I was afraid of not being enough for you or that-“ you didn’t finish your answer. Tears were falling on your cheeks without a care, but you were engulfed in a hug “I would never leave you, for no reason at all. I’ll always be with you.” You hugged him back, scared that the world might end if you even dared to let go.

Minutes went by, but both of you couldn’t care less of the time passing, you just stayed like that, in each others arms, after so much time divided. Loki then kissed your temple. “I wish I told you sooner” you apologised looking to the floor. His index finger lifted up your chin so that he could see your features “Me too” was what he said “but this does not matter, for we are finally together now” you smiled at him happily. He could have reacted in million different ways. He could have told you how much time he spent trying to contact you, how he suffered without you, how his best friend leaving him could have affected him. But not a word. Not even a mention. He was just genuinely happy that you were alright and that he had his soulmate in front of him. *how could I have been so blind to this* he kept asking himself, looking at the e/c pearls staring at him.

Unbeknownst to you both, a certain blond prince watched them together, kissing each other fondly, then observed them get back in hand in hand, finally happy.

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Hiding In Plain Sight

TITLE: Hiding in Plain Sight

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 10

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé. You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other.How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies? RATING: General Audience

NOTE - I finally got my ass in gear and finished something, thank Loki.

Raven gave him a withering look. “Again with the ‘she’ and ‘her’. You are going out of your way to be insulting at this stage.” “But you are Raven? Not ‘Breanna’?” Loki demanded.

“My grandmother called me Breanna. It’s one and the same.” She dismissed.

“You hid yourself as a maid?”

“I did.” “Why?” “I heard so many stories about you, so incredibly conflicting, I wanted to see for myself.” “So you pretended to be a maid? You…” Loki’s eyes widened. “You scrubbed my toilet.” He grimaced at that thought.

“In fairness, whatever else was ever said about you, your hygiene is impeccable.”

“Why?” “I told you.” “But why?”

“I learnt you are intelligent and can understand many languages and are very much able to comprehend the spoken word so I don’t think I need to repeat myself again. I know it is something you also dislike. You told me that the first day I spoke to you.” She walked around a little.

Loki studied her for a moment. Watching how she walked, so obviously well-bred and the manner in which she was speaking showing a significant education. He shook his head slightly as he spoke. “My brother said time and again that the Elven princess was raised in a manner that was meek and subservient. You have been insubordinate since the day you walked in here.”

“How can I be insubordinate to you, we are of equal standing. The extra children of the ruling monarch, merely existing in the slight offchance our older siblings do not make it to taking the throne.” She challenged.

“I think your father would rather a republic than have you on the throne.” Loki pointed out, his tone half of anger, half merely stating fact.

“I think he would too but the law is that I can take it regardless of my gender, I just need all four of my brothers to not get on it and have heirs.” She eyed him with intrigue, watching the glut of emotions swirling around in his face. Anger seemed to be winning as the most notable one. “I suggest airing your anger now. It will make this easier in the long run.”

“Was my mother in on this all along?” “Yes. I wrote to her to get her words on your character. Sadly, she gave the view of a biased and loving mother. So, convinced I would see your personality for myself in other ways by being your maid, she suggested I take Tatianna’s place for a few weeks. I can see you have a good rapport with her, so I can see why she would think that.”

Loki felt his anger rise at his mother’s involvement. “My brother, my father?”

“For the Allfather to know anything, he would have had to have come to your rooms whilst I was here, he never did, ergo, he never knew anything of it. Thor was not part of the plan. What I had not anticipated was that he recalled the few occasions that he met me in passing while talking to my brothers over the centuries, especially in Vanaheim. He confronted me, wanting to know why I was playing such games. He did not agree with it but the Allmother and I convinced him to remain silent.”

Loki’s lip curled in anger at his brother knowing such things but also knowing that he had the excuse of being told to say nothing. Not that it would save him from a few choice words and more than a few spells and hard blows when Loki would be able to inflict such on him again. “You spied on me, and you thought it wise?” He scoffed in disgust. “How did you envisage this little reveal going? Pray, do tell.” “I suppose it’s obvious that I had not thought through that fully. I was hoping the Aesir I was meeting was actually a nice being so I would at least feel guilty.”

Loki’s brow rose at that. “You have the audacity to say such things with all your deceit.”

“You literally are nicknamed the God of Lies, tricks and mischief, I would have thought you would have been impressed if nothing else.” “I am anything but.” He became irate at her answers. “You have no right to speak to me like this, you deceitful wench.” He walked to the bedroom door and opened it. “Get out.”

Raven felt hurt but understood fully and had expected him to react in such a manner, sighing, she walked to the door. “Well, it’s done now anyway.”

“What?” Loki had no inkling as to what she was referring to. “Getting this conflict out of the way. I was getting bothered waiting for it.” She spoke as she walked through the door.

“You anticipated this, really?” He did not believe her.

“I anticipated this, at best. I thought you would fly into a rage and throw me out at worst but then again, I thought you had not arrived for lunch because you had realised who I was and were giving me the very much expected silent treatment. Something I would wager all the ore on Alfheim I am going to be receiving from this point forth. I did not think it would last this long.” “What would last this long?” “This conversation. It lasted far longer than I had expected.” She shrugged as she walked to the door.

“Did you really learn to be a maid for this?” “I hardly knew how to be one before. I had to at least pretend to know what I was doing.” “You were so desperate to try and make a fool of me?” “It was never about making a fool of you, Loki. I told you, I wanted to know what to expect here. I tried to find out by other means but to no avail. Unlike you, I had to move to another realm and live with a man I had not met in almost seven hundred years outside of the briefest of moments.” “So you thought the way to get to know me was to scrub my toilet, that is your thinking of me? That is what you considered in getting to know me? I honestly expected you to have little self-respect with how you were raised, what with it being a misogynistic realm but you really do not have any self-worth with how you acted.” He walked over to the main door of his rooms to open it.

“Well, when your muscles ached and you wanted them relieved and when I neatened your belongings, you did not complain and don’t you ever look down at those who clean your toilet. You would not last five minutes in the real realm without your seidr, you pretentious prick.”

Irate at her venomous words, Loki walked forward towards her but stopped suddenly when she flinched as though expecting to be struck. As much as he wanted to say something as vitriolic back, he refrained. “Your little stunt was nothing more than pathetic and ridiculous and your name calling even more so, but it clearly was futile because if your observations were even the slightest bit accurate, you would know I would never lay a hand on you.”

“I knew that. If anyone will bear any physical brunt of this, it will be Thor.”

Loki had to admit, she did learn something in all of this with that comment. “Yet, you flinched as though expecting me to strike you?” “I am not a warrior, I have not learnt how to not flinch when someone rushes forward. But I know you would not. If you had been a risk to me, I would never have come here alone.” She ensured to look him in the eye as she spoke to show her sincerity.

Loki had to admit, that was a valid excuse and indeed statement regarding her safety. “Good, at least you grasped that much in this.” He opened the door fully and indicated outside.

“I guess the deceitful wench will leave the pretentious prick to his day, then.” She walked towards the door.

“Norns but you have to have the last word, don’t you?” Loki pushed the door shut again with some force. “You’re supposed to be silent.” “You literally said one of the things you were looking forward to least about being married to me was that you loathed the idea of a subservient and silent wife. My father should have had someone warn you, I tend to be too sarcastic for my own good, always have been, but you noticed that already too.” “If I had only known.” Sarcasm dripped heavily from every syllable he spoke. He looked at her for another moment. “How could you possibly have thought that we could even attempt to build anything on this?” “You never wanted to build anything, you spoke terribly of me the whole time I was here. You would not even use my name.” “What is with you and that particular issue? Why does it matter so greatly to you?” Loki snapped. “You are like a dog with a bone.”

“What is your obsession with not using it? You have nothing but contempt for me, both in your actions and your words, and have done so before you even realised it was me and do not think for one second I have forgotten your horrid words to your little friend about me, much less my realms’ people. Whatever damage I have done to the idea of creating a cordial relationship, you clean blasted it off the realm long before.” “I already told you, I do not think such, I was just venting.” “I told you in that very same conversation that I do not suffer fools. And if you think me to believe that statement, you are calling me one also.” “I bear no ill thoughts to the Ljósáfar. I would not have my seidr be so strong but for the ability to wield it perfected on Alfheim. I have nothing but respect for the race, you as an individual, on the other hand, not so much since you decided to try and trick me.” “There was no try, I succeeded in doing so.” There was some smugness to Raven’s smirk.

Loki’s lip curled in anger at that statement.

“I recall that day too that you wished to show me that you have no ill against my race, yet my parents and brothers did not deserve the respect required to welcome them, did they?” She shook her head. “You don’t respect us, you respect no one, not even yourself.” This time, she walked to the door and opened it, not wanting to speak to him any further.

“What comes of this?” Loki asked, not wanting to acknowledge her fairly accurate analysis.

“I do not know. You were adamant before, I am nothing but a duty. As a prince, you will be forced to do such duty. Our parents will not forfeit this agreement. My parents because it ensures I am no longer a burden, yours because, as you so crassly put it before, it solidifies my father’s alliance. So I guess we simply avoid one another outside of required interactions. I will not bother you, and you will ignore me. When this farce is done, I will stay in my rooms, you in yours and since I know Thor is being forced to court soon, we do some form of ritual dance that he has as many children as my father and we will not be required to do such things and you can have your conceited little harpy mistress and be happy.”

Loki was going to spit a comment back at her about the woman in reference but he noticed the genuine hurt and heartache in her features that startled him to silence on that matter. He quickly analysed her words again while she seemingly attempted to recompose herself. He did not know what in her statement caused her to react in such a way but it did startle him. “I am still trying to fathom the reasoning for all of this.”

“I wanted to know the true Loki, the one not putting on a facade for his father, or society, the being I would see every single evening after a long day.” “For what purpose?” “I spent my whole life having to be silent in public and mostly silent in private. I spent it being told how to act and who to speak to and how to speak to them. I wanted to know if I had to do that for the next few thousand years again or if it would be different. That is why I did it. I wanted to know if I could finally have someone to actually care for me as a being and not expect me to be what they want me to be, nothing more than a living doll. Norns, but you are right, had I but known.” And with that, she left the room.

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kilesplaysthings · 4 years

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Halloween in Cradle!

Let’s imagine Halloween is a holiday that was introduced in Cradle by the first Alice and the people decide to let celebrations coincide with the harvest festivals like the “Land of Reason” does. How would "Alice” spend it with the boys?

(first time doing an IkeRev thing! some characters’ stuff will be shorter since I don’t know much about them yet! Put in a Read More since it’s LONG lol)

Lancelot:

It’s become a tradition that the rich and elite of Cradle attend an evening Halloween masquerade ball. The ball is only lit by candlelight and everyone dresses in black for an added spooky elegance. Red wine is served and haunting, but elegant music is played for dancing

Lancelot, of course, attends and invites you to be his partner. It’s the first and only time you’ll see him in black (you know, being that he’s the King of the Red Army) and he looks absolutely regal in his black suit, cloak and full mask with gold trim.

As the two of you dance and enjoy the evening, he explains the traditions of this party. It seems that the Central Quarter’s ballroom is, in fact, haunted by the ghost of a woman in white. She died a tragic death on Halloween night; people found her amidst the dancing, sprawled at the foot of the grand staircase, swathed in her pure white dress. As such, everyone who attends dresses in black to be sure that they can spot her before someone is “spirited away.” Red wine is served because it was her favorite drink and her favorite music is played to let her know she is welcome.

As he tells you this and the two of you continue to spin around, you think you catch a glimpse of white out of the corner of your eye. Lancelot squeezes your hand at the look of apprehension in your eyes and smiles at you, pulling you closer.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I’ll make sure no ghost spirits you away tonight.”

Ray:

Halloween for Ray is busy just like any other day, but he’s always willing to help decorate the barracks to make them spooky!

Both armies like to have fun with the public and open parts of the barracks up for visitors for a fun spooky evening with games and fun haunts.

Insists on plenty of black cats everywhere.

Black cats are not bad luck. They’re good luck and ensure that Halloween will be fun and safe! (that’s the legend he’s determined to spread). Is not ashamed to wear black cat ears for the night either lol

He’s the head of security for the autumn and Halloween festivals that happen in the neutral Central quarter’s town square and the two of you walk around together having fun as he oversees the safety of everyone.

After the fun is over and the night is winding down, he’s happy to cuddle with you by the fire with a cup of warm apple cider - most likely with a black cat or two snuggled on your laps.

Jonah:

Not much of a Halloween person, tbh thinks it’s too childish

thinks the sweets are too much of Edgar’s type, not his own

the morning of, however, he invites you to a nearby café for brunch to show what delicious autumn delicacies they have

is happy to tell you about the different things he and Luka would get up to on Halloween when they were kids.

the two of you laugh over the stories he tells when he “defended” little Luka from a person dressed up in a ghost costume when they went guising as kids. Won’t admit that he ever got scared, (though he did)

Sirius:

This time of year is one of his favorites, because it means lots of autumnal baked goods that he can make!

Pumpkin pies, pumpkin cake rolls, pumpkin doughnuts, apple pies, apple crisp, pumpkin apple crisp! You name it, he’ll bake it.

It’s his baked goods that are always around for any harvest or Halloween festival

While he’s cool with Halloween, he does prefer the harvest aspect of he month more, mainly because he likes autumn decorations

Will invite you to help carve pumpkins with him. Or rake leaves. He’s actually quite good at carving and makes some fantastic faces and designs! And expect some fun leaf shenanigans with Chutney involved too

the two of you like take a walk together on the nearby trails to admire the beautiful autumn colors before the harvest dinner.

Edgar:

To your surprise, he quite likes Halloween

Mainly because he gets to scare and prank people and no one can judge him for it this time. Also CANDY

You can bet this guy has TONS of candy everywhere

Is ready to go out guising like all the kids do for the candy, even though Jonah keeps berating him for being too old

“You don’t even have a costume!!!” “I do so have a costume. I’m going as a Red Army soldier.”

Can also carve pumpkins quite well. makes some scary faces on them

Since he’s forbidden to go guising, takes the next best thing, which is to take you around the Halloween festival in search of treats to buy and win

Is a pro at all the games. Takes GREAT pleasure in the dunking booth, and is a great shot at it

“Here, Alice. I won this special candy just for you. Don’t eat it just yet. Let’s wait till we’re alone. Then we can share them, together~”

Luka:

Like his brother, is just meh about Halloween

But he enjoys the harvest festivals

Invites Alice to join him in going to one that’s on a farm just outside of the city. Together the two of you have a blast! Going on hayrides, looking at the different pumpkins in the pumpkin patch - and picking some out for later Halloween decorations - as well as picking out the juiciest apples for later baking and sampling some delicious apple cider

You pick out matching scarves with him at the farm’s shop that sells hand-knitted clothing perfect for fall days like this one and wear them for the rest of the day

You can be sure that harvest time means some delicious food made by Luka, as he gets along with the farmers who offer him their best produce

The nights are colder, so he makes sure he warms up a cup of tea for you before you both snuggle down together for bed.

“Going to the farm with you was so much fun. Let’s make it a tradition to go together every year!”

Kyle:

This time of year, our boy is on the lookout for colds. He’s prepared for visitors coming far and wide seeking treatments for them and has his office well stocked with medicine and herbs to help treat coughs and sore throats

He can get into the Halloween spirit too and decorates his office with a sort of “mad doctor” vibe to it. hOw OrIginAL

You can be sure he offers every kid that comes to him a Halloween treat when they leave his office (he’s a doctor, not a dentist lol)

basically Halloween is a chill day for him with just a flavor of spookiness.

likes to chill at Dalim’s bar in the evening for a quieter Halloween night

Fenrir:

This boy does NOT do Halloween!!

He’ll do anything to avoid celebrating it. Too busy with work! Gotta train! Has guard duty at the barracks! He has DESK WORK to take care of!

The other officers admittedly like to prank him this time of year because of it and it never fails to work

He’s touched when your make him his favorite meal to comfort him after a prank got him good

he tells you that his dislike of the holiday and his fear of ghosts both started when he was kid. his family threw a big Halloween party one night and late in the evening, when everyone was sitting together telling ghost stories, there was a banging in one of the rooms upstairs and the fire went out suddenly, leaving them all in the dark. People said it was a ghost coming to visit them. for a boy of only six, he said that night stuck with him for years and he still remembers how scared he was.

you’re touched by this rare moment of vulnerability from him and promise that from now on, each year, you’ll have your own “un-Halloween” celebration together

Zero:

He likes the idea of guising but knows he’s too old for it

Instead, he enjoys participating in the Central Quarter’s Halloween festival

He helps the local candy maker in his booth and the two of them make candy for people to buy during the festival

is not above dressing to get in the spirit of the night

Makes you your own special candy when you visit him in the booth

you share a candy apple together when he gets time off and can walk around the festival with you

Seth:

Ultimate Halloween prankster of the Black Army.

Has been the chief scarer of Fenrir but never goes too overboard -just enough

Halloween is in part about dressing up in costume, so you can be sure he’ll want to dress Alice up in every princess, witch or vampiress costume he can get his hands on

matching costumes is a win-win situation for him. his favorite is vampire and vampire bride. will get into character for it too

“careful Alice, I just might bite that pretty neck of yours if you keep acting so adorably~”

Loki:

Will 100% want to go guising with you

dresses up in a black hoodie with cat ears. “Look! I’m a black cat!”

the two of you hop around the villages together, you in a white sheet as a ghost, and him as a black cat, carrying sacks to get candy

back at the house, the two of you will sort out your booty together and trade treats, offering some to Harr if he wants any.

the night will end with bobbing for apples, some spooky games and tales and Harr admonishing you both not to eat too much candy before bed

you both may or may not decide to play a fun, innocent prank on Harr later on in the night

Harr:

For Halloween, you and Harr decide to take it easy. Maybe eat a big dinner with some celebratory cake and play some games together at the house

but then Loki comes up with a daring idea: late night exploring in the Old Ruins that lie deep in the Forbidden Forest

the idea is kinda scary, but also thrilling! Plus, Loki reasons, they’ll be with Harr, so there won’t be any danger

Harr (secretly pleased that he’s trusted so much) finally agrees.

The Old Ruins are rumored to be haunted, Loki says, as the three of you creep in. The door makes a painfully loud creaking noise as he tugs it open

Armed with a lamp fueled by magic crystals, Harr leads the way in as the other two huddle around him. the building is dark, decrepit, and quite dangerous in some places as the walls and upper floors are caving in.

“We shouldn’t stay here too long,” Harr warns, worried about the instability of the place. A sound is heard in a nearby room adjacent to the foyer.

“Let’s check it out!” Loki suggests and he heads in the direction of the noise.

You don’t find anything but continue to hear noises, noises that seem to be coming from the upper floors...

After a while of exploring, Harr suddenly decides to put his foot down. “Let’s go. Now.” He tells you.

You both don’t argue against the tone in his voice and head back to the house, Loki excitedly talking about their adventure. As he does, Harr takes your hand and holds it tightly.

“I’m sorry we had to leave so suddenly, but while you both were looking around, I saw someone watching us from above on the third floor. The last thing I ever want is putting you in harm’s way. Stay with me tonight so I know you’re safe.”

Blanc:

He can remember when the first Alice introduced Halloween to Cradle. In fact, he helped in forming the traditions of the holiday to what they are today.

He organizes and is in charge of the Halloween festival alongside with Dean. He also likes to host a costume party in the Garden, free for anyone who wants to attend

He dresses up as a white rabbit knight hOW OrIginAL

Cliched costume aside, he looks cute so it’s all good

You are his special guest and he ensures that your first dance of the night is with him

Oliver:

His favorite part about this holiday is the costumes

He makes lots of costumes and items for kids who want a super cool look for Halloween

in his kid form, he reluctantly agrees to an early afternoon of guising with you, but insists on wearing a mask he made for himself so no one knows it’s him

don’t be surprised if he pulls some pranks on you throughout the day to get back at you for making him do that in his kid form

never goes to Blanc’s costume party. prefers to join Kyle at Dalim’s bar instead for a more laid back celebration

Dean:

Teams up with Blanc in organizing the Halloween festival

Is a huge folklorist and can tell you all sorts of weird and creepy stories about Cradle’s history

owns a whole library about it, actually

being a teacher, he does fun things throughout the day for his students to get them in the Halloween spirit

his students put on a play for the Halloween festival that is usually about some Cradle folklore

He’s a good storyteller, so be prepared with a blanket and some hot cocoa when you both sit by a fire and share ghost stories

Dalim/Dum:

Halloween or not, the bar’s gonna be running. Doesn’t mean he can’t get in the spirit of things, though

decorates the place with candles and fog and all

keeps things quiet for those who want a calmer holiday

concocts special drinks for the occasion. Kyle’s favorite is the White Lady, based on the ghost that haunts Central Quarter’s ballroom

Will keep visitors entertained with weird and creepy stories that he’s heard from customers over the years

Mousse:

Halloween is just another day for him

Candy is whatever. He’d rather be given cheese. Prefers harvest festivals since there is cheese in abundance.

has to attend the different public gatherings as a Cradle official

ghosts don’t scare him. doesn’t believe any of the legends to be true

likes to drink warm cider and will fall asleep in front of the fire if he’s at a party

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diaryofabeautyfiend · 3 years

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This is part two of chapter 21. Please please please like and reblog. And I want to say I love this community so much. For those of you who follow me, I really can’t thank you enough.

Part 2

When you woke up for a split second you forgot you were a widow. A widow. You kept saying it in your head and it didn’t seem real. What would you do now? Where would you go? Would you ever marry again? The thought made you feel sick. You sat in the darkened room contemplating the rest of your existence without your husband. It seemed impossible. You said vows and made a pact. He went you went too. He broke the bond.

You finally got out of bed stretching out sore muscles. You hadn’t realized just how tense you were. You heard voices outside your door. “Oh for fucks sake just come in” you shouted. You opened the door to find Sam and Bucky bickering.

“Boys. Boys! What’s up?”

“Hey, honey. We are about to head to Wakanda to get this stone out of Vision’s head. Can you be ready to go in thirty minutes?” Sam asked.

You supposed staying behind was out of the question. You really didn’t have it in you to fight with anyone so you agreed. You kept yourself out of the way of all the activity then you spotted Bruce. He was pacing back and forth talking to himself. When you got closer you realized he was talking to the Hulk. You called his name and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. You should know Loki fought like hell. He only gave the stone up to save Thor....”

“Wait....Bruce...hey. What?”

“I was there or the other guy was. Heimdall sent me back to warn everyone. Y/N he fought hard to stop Thanos from coming to earth. Umm, when I woke up this was in my hand. He was just trying to save Thor.”

Bruce trailed off when he saw you staring at Loki’s wedding ring in his palm. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save him. I tried to stop him. I’m really sorry.”

“Thank you” you whispered. He hugged you repeatedly apologizing.

You stowed the ring in your pocket next to yours. You ran your finger around the vines ever so slightly putting the tip of your finger inside. You flirted with the idea of death. It would be so easy to just slip it on. So fast no one could stop you. In your haze you hadn’t noticed Steve staring at you, his brows knitted together with worry.

He nudged your foot with his to get your attention. “You with us?” You shook your head and continued to fiddle with your rings. He accidentally on purpose kept brushing his hand against your pocket. After a few moments he pulled your hand out and wrapped his fingers in yours. “Stay with me” he whispered against your ear. You knew he didn’t mean anything sexual but it still made you uncomfortable.

On the jet he sat next to you. He always had a hand on you some how to keep you from drifting away. If he could he would tie a string around your waist to always keep you attached.

Before you landed he gave one of his famous pep talks. You barely listened. You watched the clouds and tried to will yourself to pay attention but you couldn’t. You didn’t really feel like you were there.

When you arrived in Wakanda you followed everyone to the palace. Time was of the essence and everyone was on high alert. This was one of those times when no one could protect you. All of your fear and grief would have to be channeled into this fight.

Sam called for everyone to get to the border. “Y/N stay close to Bucky!” Steve shouted as you all ran. You ignored him. At this moment you didn’t care if you lived or died. All you could think about was melting Thanos’ armor onto his skin and frying his brain.

Electricity crackled off your skin and your eyes glowed white as you summoned all the powers of your coven. “You ready, doll?” Bucky shouted.

“Yes...we are.” The first of Thanos’ army broke through and you went to work. You zapped anything that came near you. For a minute it felt like you were losing. They just kept coming. You couldn’t focus enough to keep up with such focused magics. At one point you just started hurling rocks with your telekinesis. Suddenly Thor arrived and regained the upper hand.

When Wanda came down you were too far away to help her. You fought your way across the field when you saw Thanos appear. You and Bucky covered Steve. Nat Thor and Okoye covered Vision and Wanda. They afforded her enough time to destroy the stone. Thanos used the time stone to reconstruct it. He ripped it from Vision’s head and the gauntlet was complete.

You pushed passed Steve and Bucky to focus all of your power onto Thanos. He roared on pain. When you were within his grasp he grabbed you and put the power stone to your skull. Thor raised Stormbreaker and hurled it at Thanos landing it in his chest. He dropped your limp body to the ground and lifted the gauntlet. “You should have gone for the head.” Then, he snapped.

Your friends turned to dust around you faster than your brain could figure out what was happening. Bucky Sam Wanda...all gone. You were frozen in place. You couldn’t breathe. You briefly remember Thor picking you up and taking you back to the Quinjet.

The trip home was silent. Thor held on to you for the whole eight hours. All of you were in shock. When you made it back to the compound everyone retreated to their own corners. You heard sobbing and screaming. No one had the strength to comfort anyone else. You crawled into bed clutching your rings and prayed you’d dream of your husband.

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When things settled down you packed your things to head home. You didn’t want to stay around this place anymore. It was too heavy. Your family in Westchester was also recovering. They lost a lot of people. Remaining mutants were seeking refuge. They could use your help.

Everyone was in the kitchen so you tried to sneak out. “Were you really trying to leave without saying goodbye, little Sister?”

“I’m not one for an emotional scene, Thor. Your room is always ready for you.” He trapped you in a bear hug

“Loki would be angry at me for letting you go home alone.”

“Well he’s not here is he? I’m going to be ok. You have people to take care of.”

“I’m not sure what good I can be to Asgard now.”

You stepped back and looked at him in the eyes. “Your people need their king, Thor. I know heavy is the head and all of that but, they need you. You can’t let them down.”

He nodded and wiped away his tears. “You’ll come visit won’t you? You are our princess technically.”

You laughed, “Aren’t I a princess on Jotunheim?”

“They never claimed him. You’re stuck with us, Princess.” You launched yourself into his arms.

“Princess? I thought only I called you that.” Steve came into the room to find you and Thor embracing.

“That may be but this time she truly is a princess. You no longer say that ironically. Loki was the prince and she, being his wife, is the princess. So...”

“They know how royalty works, big brother.”

“You’re leaving?” Steve asked.

“It appears so.” Thor kissed your forehead and excused himself so that you and Steve could have some privacy.

“I thought you might stick around for a while.”

“I have a home, Steve.”

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I have to face it sometime. I’m not going to do anything. Loki would give me the silent treatment for all of eternity if I showed up. What an afterlife that would be. I need some time.”

“I understand. We’re not going to give up. We’re going to make this right.”

“Ever the optimist, Captain. Call me if you need my help. Otherwise, you know where I live. Door’s always open.” You stared each other down. So many things hung in the air. He hugged you and kissed your temple.

“Can I still say I love you?”

“It depends on what’s behind it.”

“That’s fair. But I do.”

“I never stopped. I have too many open wounds, Steve. I can’t...I haven’t even had the chance to mourn my husband.”

“I’m not asking you for anything. You asked me to be your friend and that’s what I’m doing. I seem to be down a few of those at the moment so, I’m saying it in case I never get the chance to again. I love you. Call me when you make it home ok? Just so I know you’re safe.”

“Of course.” You didn’t say it back. He didn’t need you to. He just needed to say how he felt. You hugged a while longer and then you broke away from him. You headed for the door afraid to look back. If you gave into his feelings you wouldn’t have left.

You made it home a couple of hours later. You texted Steve and tossed your phone on the floor. The house was silent and dark. It felt oppressive. You clicked on the lamp next to the couch and fished the rings out of your pocket. “Honey, I’m home.” You said quietly. You laughed at yourself.

You kicked off your shoes and pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa. Not a chance you were going into your bedroom alone tonight. You looked around for the remote but couldn’t find it. “Fuck it.” You situated yourself and closed your eyes. You were mostly asleep when the tv turned on. You must have been laying on it. You checked the cushions but didn’t find it. The input changed several times. You rolled your eyes, “You passed it up. Netflix is input 2, Lok.” When you looked down the remote was on the coffee table. “Yeah, I’ll put on Orange is the New Black. We didn’t finish the last season on account of you being dead and all.”

You turned on your show and hoped it was Loki’s ghost you were talking to and not something else given this land’s history. When you lay back down on the sofa you could have sworn you felt your hair move. You tucked it behind your ear and pressed your rings into your palm. “I love you too.”

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jcmorrigan · 3 years

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For the Character ask.

Jareth.

My otp for them: I don't have one right now? Everyone I've shipped him with, I put elsewhere in the end. Guess he's on the market. Wonder who'll get him...

My brotp for them: Okay I'm gonna direct you to the TBTC AU part of this questionnaire because that explains the whole reason this is a thing

Any other ships: So here are flings I've given him in the past: Christopher Carrion (Abarat), Pinkie Pie (MLPFIM), Loki (MCU), Mok Swagger (Rock and Rule), and of course Sarah because more than half the people who've loved this movie have thought about that one

My favorite nickname for them: He needs no NICKNAMES

Their role in TBTC, the only AU I have: All right. I've got Adam Taurus on the board, and he's looking to collect forces to use against the Huntsman (ADJL) and Archibald Snatcher. So of course he rounds up all sorts of goblins, trolls, and other supernatural "underground dwellers" because that's the exact sort of people those two would victimize, and Adam's all about riling up the victimized until he gets a weaponized revenge crusade. The members I have lined up right now are Prince Froglip (The Princess and the Goblin), Gnorga (A Troll in Central Park), Chef and Creek (Dreamworks' Trolls), Angor Rot (Trollhunters/Tales of Arcadia), and, of course, Jareth. There is a very strong divide between those who can't stand music (Froglip, Chef, Angor Rot) and those to whom music is their life (Jareth, Creek, Gnorga) and there's some infighting in this group because the musicians won't SHUT UP FOR TWO MINUTES. Oh, and also, Demyx was one of his past "Tobys" (as in: won him off a family member who wished him away and couldn't solve the maze in time) who lost his heart while trying to run away from home, so there's a strange and awkward history there.

My favorite outfit they wear:

Defining color: Is "glitter" a color

Would I date them: You know what? Yeah. It'd be a fun time. Maybe I should make a "goblin queen" s/i because there's a LOT of potential here.

First impression: I just remember fixating on Labyrinth as a whole when I was VERY smol and it was one of my introductions to fantasy media.

Current impression: To this day, he's still just iconic and great. A treat every time I revisit him. And I'm glad that his presence turns the whole film into "Villain Songs: The Movie"

Hogwarts House: I kinda wanna say Hufflepuff. Hear me out. Even though he's the king, he doesn't really spend much time...using that position. He doesn't seem to want that much outside of a constant party and possibly an heir that he wins in the little game. Anyway, when he does get to capture somebody's wished-away family, he does in a weird way get a warped fatherly attachment. You can see he's prepping for a life where he gets to raise Toby in a castle of song and dance as one of his own. He also has his fixation on Sarah, whether you read it as romantic or otherwise, and it leads him to trying to make his realm her fantasy so she'll give up and stay. Now, his treatment of Hoggle and others kinda goes against the Puff philosophy, but I just...don't see him as a scheming Slytherin. I don't. And he's obviously not a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw.

Which Pokemon starter they’d be: I can too easily picture him with a Snivy on his lap while he sits on the throne. It eventually grows into a Serperior that he keeps wound around his shoulders like an accessory.

#jareth #jareth the goblin king

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doingthingsthewriteway · 4 years

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Thorns

Summary: A tale as old as time. Dom stumbled upon a castle and perhaps something more. (will be a series)

Warning: some language, it’s a slow ass burn y’all

The legend was a juicy one, so juicy many an author had taken time to transcribe their own version of the tale. Some were incredibly far-fetched, others took a strict moral approach. Those who know the in parties involved agree the events occurred in a similar manner.

Long ago in the English country side, a small kingdom sprang up. The castle was idyllic, with sweeping rose gardens and stables, ivy crawling up the towers, and a lavish ballroom for parties. Known for a variety of goods that grew just a bit too magically, the kingdom prospered. Magic was not unreasonable in the kingdom and served as a comfort, especially as protection from the restless wolves that lurked beyond the castle walls.

Still, life was pleasant and just until the princess came of age. Perhaps it was the philosophy she took to reading, or the endless days bemoaning to the kitchen staff, but Y/N simply could not believe she was expected to get married at the tender age of 16. It was disgusting. Damn near revolting and illegal.

So when the royal ball brought conquests from around the world to try and whoo her, they all failed. One by one she rejected every prince (and the occasional princess) in their hand in marriage. Most took the rejection with stride or at the very least were so royally cold it did not matter that is until one rather evil prince (speculation was his name was Loki and remained second in line to the throne) was rejected.

“You pathetic quim. Any girl would consider it an honor to marry me in Asgard.” He hissed like a snake, moving around her as she tried to cross the floor.

“Then leave.” She stepped onto the throne, overlooking all of the hall. “Anyone who shares his sentiment may leave as well.”

“If you so desperately want to be alone, alone with the wolves for eternity you shall be.”

All at once, Loki brandished a staff, twirling it around his head as a beam of green light struck the fair princess in her chest. Amidst the chaos the crowd fled, leaving a collapsed Y/N in the arms of the king and queen and the staff.

“Send for the witch!” The queen shrieked, a notable lack of concern for her daughter present. A curse one was a curse on all.

Ashley arrived wearing a cloak that disguised the beauty beneath. For hours she tended to the young princess, doing her best to reverse the spell. In the end, she managed to alter things just enough that hopefully the young princess would have some time. In good faith and service, she remained in the castle which would come to be a blessing as the young beauty would soon become a beast.

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Many years later, a musician woke from his slumber with a stretch. He rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn as he rushed to get dressed for the day. Today, Dominic Harrison was going to make it big. The village could just suck it. If he didn’t, he supposed he could return to the small minded village and marry a simple small minded girl, but that was hardly Plan B.

Kissing his mother and father, he loaded the cart and hitched his horse. His younger sisters rushed out to hug him farewell, housecoats billowing behind them. “You were going to leave without saying goodbye!” They accused.

“Me? Never. I was just letting my girls rest.” He pinched a cheek and nose for good measure. “Now, what do my darlings want me to bring back for them?Crepes? Biscuits? A puppy?”

“A rose!”

He smiled his crooked smile. “Those are my favorite, why don’t you pick something else?”

“Biscuits then, but get a rose for you.”

Dom couldn’t believe he was so blessed with such a loving family and such darling sisters. He did intend on expanding his family one day, he just hoped it would be with someone as loving as he.

With his final goodbyes, he mounted his horse and headed off. He had made the journey plenty of times in 22 years, no doubt this time would be any different. This thought would soon prove naive as a storm swept in, his horse tossing him off and running straight toward the castle gates.

Running to catch up with his beloved pet, Dom heard the howls began to echo through the woods. With a strangled cry of frustration, he met up at the gates with his horse, holding the reign in his hands.

“Please!” He wasn’t sure what he was begging for. The royal family weren’t exactly the most helpful or kind bunch from what he had heard in his lifetime. Dom shook the rusting gates, the thought hitting him he didn’t know when the last time the gates had been opened.

A low creak pushed the rusting gates open just enough for him and his horse to squeeze on through. Kissing the Saint Christopher that hung from his neck, Dom led his horse inside the gates. The rusted metal clanged shut trapping him in.

“Don’t worry, bubba, we’ll be alright.” He assured, stroking his horses mane as they ventured up the drive to the castle. “Look, there’s a stable for ya.”

Leading bubba into the stable, the horse whinnied happily entering a stall with plenty of hay and water. “You stay here, I’m going to see if I can get some shelter.”

Soaked to his core, he trudged on to the castle, stopping only briefly to smell the roses that grew in twisted knots on a trellis. How beautiful they were, he was certain his sisters would love one.

He plucked a red one off the vine. “How delightful.”

“Who goes there?”

Dom jumped in fright, turning quickly to find a short young woman, arms crossed. A cloak covered her head which paired with long tendrils of hair covered her face. “Please, I mean no harm. I just got lost, the storm spooked my horse and I-”

“So you steal a rose?” How cold Dom felt in her presence. “Guards!”

A small army dressed in faded tunics baring the royal arms surrounded him and ceased his arms, struggling he was carried down into the depths of the castle.

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“Princess? Perhaps it might be wise to offer our guest a room of his own?”

The question was posed by Harry, one of the most faithful members of the staff. Once upon a time he sang for the crown at parties and balls, now he kept the castle a foot and kept Y/N company in her chamber. He was not usually so bold in his distaste of her actions, though he was always quite kind.

“Harry, I said no.” Y/N turned her back to him and focused her attention once more on the wilting rose that remained encased in glass on her balcony.

“But what if-”

“But nothing!” She had turned cold in her isolation, her view of the world tainted by such loneliness, her view of men tainted with the oppression they caused (except for Harry it wasn’t his fault, nothing ever was). “Besides, who could ever love me?” The list of reasons to not were ever growing.

Harry crossed the room in two brief strides, his professional guard dropping as he scooped her into his arms. “Y/N, don’t think like that. We all love you and if I could break it, you know I would.”

Tears fell onto the glass dome encasing the rose as the two fell into silence. Once Y/N curled up into a ball and fell into fitful sleep, Harry grabbed a candle stick and rushed into the prisons.

The chill made his teeth chatter as he tsked under his breath. “Princess’ll learn one of these days, only way somebody’s gonna love her is if she’s fucking nice.” He continued his grumbling as he reached the cells.

Drawing out his keys, he unlocked the cell revealing a strapping young lad that reminded him of himself when he first arrived at the castle. “Hello mate, I’d like to offer my most sincere apologies for the treatment you have received up until now.”

“Pop your clogs.” Dom spat, squinting his eyes at the stranger. Under any other circumstance, literally any other one, he would be jumping the tall man’s bones because damn he was pretty.

“Well that’s not very nice at all.” Harry quipped unlocking the cell door and holding it open.

“You arrest people for picking a bloody rose around here?”

A harsh look clouded the servants face, eyes turning sharp. “Some suffer eternal damnation for one.” Um, what the fuck? Dom thought. “Unless you would like to spend the night freezing down here, I suggest you follow me.”

Sucking in a bated breath he decided he had one option and that was to follow the stranger. Harry flashed a dimpled grin, “Name’s Harry. The delightful princess you met earlier is her royal highness Y/N.”

“She’s a peach.” Dom scoffed keeping his stride in time with Harry’s, a frown lacing the other man’s face.

“Things were not always like this.”

“What happened?”

Harry shook his head, leading him into one of the many unused guest chambers. “Nothing you need to worry your little head about right now. For now, dry off and rest we cannot have our guest getting ill.”

Now, Dom wasn’t entirely sure he was a guest, or at the very least a willing guest, but he desperately wanted warmth and to sleep so he complied. He found robes of the finest silk and immediately thought of how much his mum and sisters would love the extravagance of it all.

It was the first time he cried to go home.

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