#loki is like. a semi-ally

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

You’re welcome for the questions, got some more for you :)

1: I know puns are the duos favorite type of humor, what’s the duos least favorite type of humor?

2: I know that they are best friends but do they have a second? I can see Jake being 2nd best friends with Robert Long; in my universe that I’m still in the process of making they are 1st best friends ;)

3: what’s Jake’s & mar’is relationship with starfires sister komand’r?

4: let’s say they are allowed to use firearms, what type of guns would they use?

5: in relation to the question above, what’s your opinion about the new rocksteady game where you play task force x to kill the justice league? Imagine if instead you play as the starburst duo, superboy jon kent, & night star instead; instead of killing the league just knocking them out instead.

6: what’s something the duo does that annoys other people? In “canon” Chris does slurp his noodles very loudly.

Apologies for the delays and the lack of answering on time @pin-crusher2000

But here’s a little something I try in can make up for some lost time ;-)

1) Intense Toliet humor, Racially Charged Jokes without any tact or awareness, Shock Value Anti Humor, Overly Long Running Gags where Barely anything happens…Basically a catalogue of jokes one can find in a bad episode or Family Guy or the many knock offs of South Park. Those are the humor types that the Duo would very much like to avoid if they can help it

2) Chris’ second best friend can be either Sin Lance (adoptive daughter of Dinah Lance aka Black Canary) and/or one of his classmates from Hamilton County Middle School who can something of a Jimmy Olsen to his Clark Kent as the two are frequent partners in the school’s own newspaper.

As for Jake, while actually Robbie Long is Mar’i’s second best friend (A next Gen Wonder Twins if you may), his secondary choice for a friend goes mainly to Jasper Logan, the son of Beast Boy and Raven (created by @fireflyxrebel-writes and @hains-mae). The two had met ever since basically when they were toddlers and often stuck close to each other plenty of times in play dates and other hang outs they did.

3) Well as given much thought in many posts like these throughout my blog, the two love their Auntie Blackfire and vice versa. At this point, Kom had more or less reformed away from her villainous actions, akin to the McU Loki reformed in a way by the time of Thor Ragnorak, becoming something of a trickster ally to his brother. That applies also to Kom whom acts as that lovely Aunt who lets the kids in some crazy stories from the past and lets them have some fun behind the parnets’ backs.

4) Hmmm…..a case like this would probably entail something of an AU that has no superpowers, no capes meaning no heroes nor supervillains and the two being of the right age and properly trained to weld these weapons.

Now that’s established; Chris’ main arm would be a small carbine with a semi automatic mode of firing and bullets that can penetrate with precision.

For Jake, his main weapon of choice can be a bolt action rifle which can be fired from very far distances and has a scope that can be attached for aiming at very far away targets.

Again these are if there’s an AU that is No Capes and the Duo are registered adults who proper training and no superpowers. Its picky on my part I know but I feel it’s the best chance circumstances for this ask

5) Now That’ll be a game I’d play for a dollar and then some. If the mechanics of their superpowers are incorporated in place of the weapons and gear Task Force X uses instead and hopefully with an engaging enough story that reads like the good comics they adapt from, it’s a game I can see myself playing

Now if only hopefully it doesn’t come with a plethora of methods the Triple A game industry like to deploy to squeeze real money out of its customers including say Battle Passes, Cosmetic DLC or heaven forbid Loot Boxes

6) Maybe unintentionally on their part, Chris and Jake have a tendency to blurt out some funny voices they make when talking about other people they’ve encountered or TV shows they watched and replay in their minds when in public which certainly can get them some attention.

Otherwise besides Chris’ slurping, I can see Jake practicing some tongue twisters or popping his mouth when he’s bored at a pace and there’s nothing else to entertain himself, like say if his phone is low on battery so he’d not use it

[fatummortem]

ㅤㅤBilly's brown eyes slightly widen briefly at that statement, his head turning to look at Daimon. This is a new side, he's uncertain if it means he should relax around the other man or be more wary. It does tell him that the fact he can grip the power of the Demiurge isn't known. Does he want it to be known? Semi Demiurge, as Loki had put it, is a lot easier than connecting to the Demiurge powers. He's experienced that first hand.

ㅤㅤHe takes the time to consider his response, even though his impulse is to brush it off. It's easier to be something he ignored even though it's an ever presence in his mind.

ㅤㅤ" I currently choose not to have that power. " He'd thought of picking up the name once, he'd even used it for a short period of time, but talking with his mother had caused him to realize a few things. " Are you looking to become an ally or a teacher? " Both? It feels like it would be both & something else. Something Billy can't quit put his finger on. " What kind of spells are you interested in teaching me? If that's your wish, I'd be interested..." A pause. "...to an extent. " He has to be careful with his spells, especially growing his powers. The last thing he wants is another 'Mother'.

Daimon was trying to think of ways to get on Billy's good side. Flirting was out of the question, it only riled up the young man until he was pushing Daimon away. That wouldn't do.

"You will need help if you are to become the Demiurge," he finally said. "Even the demiurge needs allies and teachers and people to watch his back. Your energy is not yet limitless, and it might never be."

Starter for @fatummortem: Billy

[doobler]

Crush

Blame the ever-talented @albaaca

Stephen wasn't particularly fond of getting injured. He wasn't embued with a super soldier serum and he wasn't a mutant nor an alien being. He was just a man who knew a smattering of magic. As such, he healed at the same rate any average human would, landing him in the infirmary for twice, sometimes even three times as long as his fellow heroes.

The logistics were all that ran through his head as he caught his breath from behind tactical cover. Stephen could already diagnose himself with confidence-- a cracked rib, a sprained wrist, a shattered ankle, and a shallow cut across his lower back that definitely needed stitches. He wasn't allowed to use magic to heal himself (SHIELD didn't trust his medical expertise once sorcerery was involved) so he'd have to hide somewhere before the battle ended to knit bone and skin back together, hopefully maintaining only a badly twisted ankle.

"Ah, sorcerer! There you are!"

Stephen looked up from his musings, surprised to find Thor mere inches away. The god of Thunder looked perky, even more so than usual. Fierce battles tended to boost his mood by at least tenfold. He looked Stephen over, no doubt cataloging whatever wounds he could see on the surface.

"You are injured," Thor announced, gesturing at Stephen's leg. "The good Captain made mention that you'd vanished and seemed worried."

Stephen scoffed. His relationship with Captain America was still under construction. The thought of him being concerned seemed ludicrous.

"Yeah well. Tell him I can handle myself." Stephen retorted.

Thor quirked an eyebrow, mischief glinting in his eyes. He stood up straight, arms crossed.

"Then walk."

Blinking rapidly, Stephen made a show of righting himself, sliding up the wall to regain his footing. His legs trembled like jelly in an earthquake, his arms visibly weak. He made half a step before collapsing, his face nearly hitting jagged concrete before Thor caught him with two strong broad hands.

"As I expected," Thor rumbled a laugh. "Let me assist you, Strange. It's unwise to aggravate such injuries."

Stephen muttered under his breath, a yelp pulled from his throat as Thor hoisted him into the air. He adjusted his grip, easily carrying the sorcerer bridal-style. Stephen felt ridiculous, his standard blue robes folding and fluttering around him, the Cloak tucking itself under his body. He could feel the heat of Thor's palms through the thick fabric, glowing like twin irons.

"Don't worry," The Asgardian winked coyly, flashing a brilliant grin. "I shall evade the Captain's line of sight to save you the embarassment."

Stephen felt heat blossom across his cheeks. Thor was an obelisk of raw power, held back by the glow of a sunny disposition. Heart hammering, Stephen let his hands trail upwards, winding loosely around the god's neck.

Maybe getting injured wasn't so bad after all.

[wrenhyperfixates]

Ever Since We Met

Prologue

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: After making a bet with Odin, Loki finally has a chance to prove he is worthy of being heir to the throne. Under mysterious circumstances, you find yourself stranded on Asgard, left with no option but to team up with Loki and help him win the crown. Now posing as visiting royalty, you must be careful of rumors in court that say you’re not who you claim, all while battling your growing feelings for the raven haired king. But some things are easier said than done because secrets, you’ll soon learn, can be deadly. Chapter Summary: Before Odin leaves for Alfheim, Loki makes one final bid for the throne. A bet that has the power to alter his future. Chapter Warnings: none :) A/N: Greetings guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I am beyond excited to share this story with you! It takes place pre-Thor 1 and will update every Friday until we reach the end in about six months. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

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Thankfully, the halls outside the throne room were empty, leaving plenty of space for Loki to pace back and forth. He never would have let his anxious energy show in front of others, but right now it was just him. The guards had gone in to announce Loki to his father, gain permission for him to enter. It was ridiculous that he couldn’t just waltz in, the prince thought. Then again, that’s all he was. A prince. Not the king.

See, Loki had been trying his whole life to prove his worth to his father, desperately attempting to show he was deserving of the throne. But nothing had worked, and whispers that Odin was going to announce his heir any day now were common throughout the kingdom. And not a single person was saying it was going to be Loki. Luckily, the younger Odinson didn’t give up so easily.

“Prince Loki,” one of the guards said with a little bow of his head as they re-emerged from the throne room. Loki immediately stopped his nervous movement and looked him in the eye. “The king will see you now.”

“Thank you, gentlemen,” Loki replied, regal as ever. “As you were.”

Taking a final gulp of air, he pushed through the heavy golden doors and walked towards Odin. As a child, Loki had always thought his father looked so imposing sitting on the throne, as if he had in his palm the fate of all people. Well, now Loki was grown, and he knew that the old man sitting in that glorified chair did hold someone’s fate. His. And if Loki wasn’t careful, Odin would crush his dreams, his destiny, without so much as batting an eye.

Loki’s heeled boots clicked on the cold floor, as if counting down the steps left before he could make his request. They were, perhaps, a bit more formal than something one might wear on a regular basis, but he figured why not dress to impress? His semi-formal cloak swooshed behind him, and he had to resist anxiously fiddling with the fabric. With his hair slicked back and combed perfectly in place, he thought he looked very princely, but if all went well, he was going to be far more than that.

“Your majesty,” he greeted Odin in the formal way he’d been taught since birth, bowing at his waist. Oh, how he so despised that part; if he had it his way, he’d never bow to anyone again. At least he didn’t have to kneel as most of the lesser nobles and commoners did.

“Rise my son,” Odin said with a wave of his hand. “Why have you felt the need for this audience so close to my departure?”

“Well, father,” Loki began. He summoned all his strength to keep up his nonchalant facade. “It has come to my attention that you have invited Thor to join you and mother on your diplomatic mission to Alfheim. An invitation, I might add, that he has accepted.”

“Yes, yes,” he yawned. “What of it? I hope you are not looking to come. The convoy is already full.”

“On the contrary, I think it best if I stay here.” Loki studied his father’s expression a moment before continuing. “To rule the kingdom.”

It was painfully silent in the near-empty throne room. And then Odin began laughing. Not chuckling, but full on laughing at his son. This was perhaps the most embarrassed Loki had ever felt, and there wasn’t even anyone else in the room. But all he wanted was to show his father he was capable of ruling. That he would make a far more competent king than his oaf of a brother. This was a critical moment, he knew, and he couldn’t let any cracks in his armor show. He kept his face completely neutral as his father slowly ceased his cackling.

“And why should I allow for that. You see, Loki, I have already chosen my successor, and it is not you,” Odin bluntly explained as Loki’s blood began to boil and hopes began to drop. Maybe this was just a nightmare, and he’d wake up to make his plea for real. No such luck. “The official announcement was going to come upon my return, but it seems cruel to keep it from you now.”

All the times Loki played this out in his head, it never went quite this poorly. Never in his wildest dreams had he been expecting Odin to admit what he already knew deep down; he’d lost. But all his training, his preparing, his effort to show that he was the one deserving of the crown, could it really be for nothing?

“Come now, my son,” Odin said when Loki took too long to reply. He wondered if his father was trying to have a comforting tone. If he was, he was failing miserably. “You always knew I would have to pick one of you. That only one of you could take the mighty throne of Asgard.”

Yes, but I should be the victor, Loki thought, ignoring the tears pricking the back of his eyes. The last thing he would do was cry in front of the Allfather. Especially when he still had a chance to make this work in his favor. All he had to do was keep it together for the next fifteen minutes and alter his argument a little. If Odin was taking drastic measures, maybe that’s what he had to do, too.

“I do not think you should act so rashly, father,” Loki spoke up, voice impressively even. “After all, you have yet to hear my proposition.”

“And what might that be? Speak, son, and tell me.”

“Let me rule Asgard while you are gone. If I do well, you wait to make your decision on who will be your heir, allow me to continue to compete for the crown.”

The old king laughed again, not as loudly as before, but just as unkindly. “Why would I do that? I see no way in which this benefits me.”

“On the contrary, as a prince, I would have the right to plead my case to the Allmother if you took me out of the running. It would be a long, tedious process if you had to go through all the right channels to prove my brother is better suited for the kingship. And then again, they might not even find that he is. Or I could even challenge Thor for the crown, if it comes down to it. Such scandal to mark the end of your reign would be a shame, do you not agree?” He paused for dramatic effect, and to let the words sink in. “However, should I do poorly on the throne, I would have no argument to make, and would back down peacefully.”

The tension was so thick, Loki was tempted to whip out one of his daggers to try to cut it, and give himself room to breathe. But even the subtlest of movements would give way to an accusation of weakness, so he stood where he was, his piercing gaze staring into his father’s one eye, waiting for him to speak. Odin tapped his fingers on the arm of his throne, mulling over the very thinly veiled threat. By the time the king was opening his mouth to speak, Loki felt ready to scream.

“Very well,” he finally conceded. “But your success will be according to my terms. There are three things a good king needs. The first is the respect of those he rules. The second, fear and awe of his enemies and allies alike.”

Loki’s eyes flitted down for the briefest of seconds before looking up with renewed confidence. “And the last?”

“Worthiness,” Odin continued, standing up and walking down the steps, “to have the crown on his head.”

More eagerly than he would have liked, Loki nodded. He was certainly clever enough to figure out a way to prove he had each of those. It seemed that his silver tongue had not failed him today. But before he could say he accepted the terms, Odin had one last stipulation to add.

“You may not set foot out of the kingdom. Everything must run smoothly while you are here. Is this understood?”

“Yes, father, it is. And you will not interfere with my reign,” Loki replied, distrusting something about the look in the old man’s eye. “So then, do we have a deal?”

He considered for a moment more. “Yes, we do. From the moment I leave tomorrow until the second I return, you will be acting king of Asgard.”

“Thank you, father. You will not regret this,” Loki said, bowing again before leaving.

Whether he left before his father could say anything or if he never planned to at all, Loki wasn’t sure. It hardly mattered anymore. Now, his future was nearly set, for certainly he was already admired to some degree, right? Or even if he wasn’t, he’d been preparing for this day his whole life, studying his father. He knew how to be king, and he’d be damned if he let anything ruin this opportunity.

After a fitful night of sleep, Loki saw his family and their entourage off at the Bifröst. True, he was more than eager for them to leave already, but he did his best to mask it. After all, his eagerness may be mistaken for arrogance, and that was no way to start his reign.

“Alright, brother. I bid thee well,” Thor said, clapping him on the back. As far as Loki was aware, neither he nor anyone else knew of the specifics of the bet that had been made, save for his mother and Heimdall, who had been tasked with keeping an eye on him. “Do not get too comfortable on the throne, though.”

“Good luck, my son. I have every confidence in you,” Frigga said, cupping his cheeks.

Loki looked to Odin for him to speak some final words of parting. When he didn’t, Loki said, “Thank you, brother, mother. I wish you all safe travels and shall be awaiting your return.”

He waited until they disappeared into the rainbow lights and, with a nod in Heimdall’s direction, headed back towards the palace. The throne. Almost reverently, he circled it once before sitting down. Feeling perfectly pleased with himself, Loki didn’t even notice the bright flash of light in the distance. Nor what came with it.

[dontcallmecarrie]

bit of a remix of this, because why not, feat. some minor timeline twisting for maximum chaos:

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“Well, you’re new.” Loki’s counterpart remarked as he sat up with a groan inside...wherever he was. Wait, was this the Helicarrier? What was he doing— oh, never mind.

“Says the one inside a glorified glass cage.” He countered mildly, trying to pretend he knew what was going on because Norns alone knew what Ivan had been tinkering with in his latest experiment. Ugh, this is what happened when mortals played with matters man was not meant to know...

“Yes, but I at least belong in this world. Can you say the same?” 

“That’s a matter for another time. Has anyone done anything about the magical influence you’re under?” Loki asked, more curious than anything else, and he froze. “Hmm. I’m taking that as a no, shame. My allies would have noticed immediately.”

“You know not of what you speak.” His counterpart snarled, and it was a good thing they were both so skilled with illusions because Loki had the feeling guards would have come running long ago otherwise.

Wait. 

The guards... this was SHIELD property, and in his world, they guarded the Space Stone. Knowing what he did of Ivan’s experiments, and what he’d felt on the way here, Loki would bet anything they’d need it to get back home.

Because now that he was feeling for it, he knew he wasn’t alone— after all, there had been others in the room with him.

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Victor von Doom got to his feet with a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a growl— that cut off abruptly, the moment he noticed his surroundings. Specifically, the burned-out remains of what might have once been a bunker but was now just an empty building left to the elements.

...this was not the safehouse he’d been in several seconds ago, what was going on? 

Wait, no— Victor’s blood ran cold as he whipped around, hoping beyond all hope that he’d missed something, because—

Where was Justin? He’d been right behind Victor, not ten feet away when Ivan’s stupid gun had exploded and if something happened to him heads would roll.

Friend or not— if something happened to Justin, then Ivan’s days were numbered. 

Victor clenched his fist, and let out a slow breath as he assessed the situation. He didn’t know where he was, and didn’t know what that gun had done but he had enough theoretical knowledge to make a reasonable guess. If his suspicions were correct, then... the only resources he could count on were what he had in his pockets, and what magic he’d picked up along the way.

Right, okay, he could do this. He’d spent nearly a third of his life either at war or dealing with the fallout of it, this was nothing. 

Time to start walking.

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The Winter Soldier found himself face-to-face with an impossibility.

“Goddammit Ivan,” he snarled under his breath even as the other Winter Soldier with a metal arm lunged at him, “what the hell was in that gun?!”

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Justin Hammer got to his feet feeling like he’d been hit by a semi.

Somehow, his day only got worse from there.

“Who—” his mirror image in a neon orange jumpsuit started as he caught sight of him, but that’s all he managed to hear as alarms started blaring and he was summarily tackled by prison guards. 

Seagate Penitentiary didn’t mess around with its security, it turned out.

Ow.

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Ivan Vanko woke up flat on his back to a throbbing headache in some seedy alleyway. The kind tourists knew to avoid, and if Ivan hadn’t had the old tats he had he probably would’ve been mugged as he stumbled his way to answers to all the questions he had because this was not the safehouse and how had he gotten here in the first place?

“Ugh, I should’ve reinforced the security better, what happe—” he started, only to freeze as he caught sight of a discarded newspaper. 

Oh. 

“Well, shit. So that’s what it did.”

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aka yes, this is the one where Cabal crash-lands canon in the middle of the first Avengers movie, and you can imagine the chaos that ensues. 

[lokislittlesigyn]

so, i’m making this my own post because i’d hate to seem like i’m trying to argue with people!! i just want to share my opinion on mobius and loki and that time theater scene.

//loki spoilers

First, I definitely think Mobius was using the reel to get Loki to do what he wanted. It makes sense. Mobius’ main goal is, at least for now, to protect the timeline. That’s his job. He might think Loki’s neat, and he might care about Loki to some extent, but Loki’s not his main priority. Everything he showed Loki in the time theater was absolutely meant to (at best) persuade, (at worst) manipulate Loki into helping the TVA. It wasn’t chiefly for Loki’s benefit. At least, I don’t think so.

((Just a little disclaimer here, I don’t mean to say Mobius is a horrible monster or a soft, loving figure. Right now, he is at best a semi-neutral ally who seems to think Loki is better off alive than dead - so long as Loki helps, rather than hinders, their cause.))

In this episode, we get two scenes that introduce us to how Mobius relates to people. Mobius is clever. He’s persuasive. He is good at getting people to do what he wants.

With that child in the church? He acts approachable, sweet, and caring. Almost like a protective father figure. He makes a neat little stick figure and lets the child make it walk - it’s fun, it’s exciting, it’s appealing to a child. He lowers his voice and assures her the “devil” that scares her is afraid of him, and he’s going to take care of him. Through all this, Mobius gets what he wants - information. (side note - i still think this child is actually young sylvie and she murdered those tva agents, i may be wrong though)

Later, to Renslayer, he acts respectful, humble, and soft-spoken. He doesn’t interrupt the trial. He is obedient and respects her authority, and is careful not to make a fuss. He also ends their conversation with a compliment she seems to accept. In all this, Mobius gets what he wants - her agreement for him using Loki to help the TVA.

Again, I think those are both examples to show that Mobius has a good idea of how to convince people to go along with his ideas.

There’s certainly parts of the time theater scene that helped Loki open up and be honest with himself - like asking if he enjoys hurting people - but I think again, that was Mobius’s way of gauging how Loki really thinks and feels. He’s testing the waters. He wants to know if he can use this Loki against another one, because this Loki is here, this Loki is vulnerable, this Loki is the only good chance the TVA currently has, since they’re already losing so many units.

And what does Mobius want in this scene? Loki on his side.

So he tries different methods. He plays off of Loki’s emotional connections. He pushes Loki - especially when he shows Frigga, even earning an emotional outburst from Loki for that. But eventually, and this is the beauty of it - he can’t force Loki into it. Or at least, he doesn’t fully get the chance. For all of Mobius’s prodding (which i found rather cruel at times), blaming (again, for Frigga’s death - blatantly wrong, but it works, and she’s one of Loki’s biggest and most obvious weak spots), and evidence-backed claims (Loki’s defeat at the hands of the Avengers), what finally convinces Loki is Loki’s own actions and curiosity, and almost poetically: Loki’s free will.

Remember all of the talk about Loki’s story not being his own, Loki’s actions possibly being predetermined, the Timeline flowing the same way over and over and Loki is powerless to stop it? Well, Loki was the one to continue that reel. Loki was the one to look at his future. At his family. At his parents, his brother, himself. Loki was the one to find the truth. Sure, he used TVA tools to do so, but he did it alone and on his own accord.

Mobius has to return to Loki with a weapon because this god is a threat, he’s already gotten the best of Hunter B-15 and nearly broken out of the TVA. If you notice, the weapon Mobius is carrying is an orangeish color. That’s the kill color. He’s ready to delete Loki and cut his losses if it comes down to it, because for all he knows Loki’s now enraged and ready to kill him (Loki already said as much after being shown Frigga). But by then Loki is wounded, he’s broken, and he’s willing to comply because of the pain he’s felt, the love he’s seen, and the terrible reality that he can never return to the people he misses most.

This scene is being simplified a lot. I think it’s more than just a “it’s Loki’s therapy!” or “Mobius is a terrible person!” type thing. It’s complicated. Mobius isn’t cruel the whole time, but he isn’t kind the whole time either - and again I think that’s because Mobius isn’t on Loki’s side? Mobius wants Loki on his side. He clearly wants to work with Loki but he doesn’t let Loki get the upper hand on him - well, until Loki steals the time twister. Another example of Loki’s free will.

I just really like how, even while in previous scenes Mobius’s actions have persuaded others, in the end, Loki puts the crucial pieces together himself. Sure, Mobius gave him a push, and sure, Mobius reinforces and even comforts Loki a bit with that “I don’t see you as a villain” (paraphrased) line. But Loki exercised control, and free will, and made his own choices that determined the outcome.

Idk, this is a long post and I’m not sure if I made my point. I’ve been mulling over Mobius as a character for a while, and have tried to type up a single, succinct post to gather all my thoughts. May need to talk about it more, not sure. And my perspective/opinion might change, too! I might even be wrong! It wouldn’t be the first time. But I’ve been itching to talk about him a bit, so. Here you go.

[forgcdstrength]

Anthony Edward “Tony” Stark

Face-claim: Robert Downey, Jr.

Status: semi-active

Orientation: panromantic bisexual

Biography:

Anthony Edward “Tony” Stark is an eccentric self-described genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist. He is also the armored superhero known as Iron Man. Fresh off from defeating enemies all over the world, Stark reluctantly agreed to serve as a consultant to Nick Fury’s peacekeeping intelligence agency S.H.I.E.L.D. Stark joined the Avengers and helped defeat the Chitauri and Loki during the Battle of New York. Due to the battle, he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, leading him to create the Iron Legion. After the Battle on the Norco, the final event of Aldrich Killian’s War, he destroyed all of his armors with the Clean Slate Protocol.

However, when the Avengers were officially reassembled, Stark created new armors to fight the remnants of HYDRA. Once the threat had been ended, Stark, with the help of Bruce Banner, built Ultron as a peace-keeping A.I. to protect the world, but it defected and chose to destroy humanity instead. Through the work of the Avengers, Ultron was defeated. After the war, however, Stark retired from the team, still haunted by his role in the chaos the A.I. created.

The guilt of creating Ultron and causing so much destruction and loss of life eventually convinced Stark to sign with Thaddeus Ross and create the Sokovia Accords. However, Stark’s strong support of the accords lead to a disagreement with Captain America, who very much opposed the plans. When Rogers proceeded further to disobey orders by protecting Winter Soldier, Stark led the man-hunt for his old ally, igniting the Avengers Civil War.

Verses:

Cracking Kid: Childhood verse, from birth until the death of his parents.

Careless King: Pre-Ironman verse, from the death of his parents until he’s kidnapped by the Ten Rings.

Crumbling Kingdom: Ironman verse.

Daring to Die: Ironman 2 verse, up to Avengers.

Living Sacrifice: Avengers verse, all the way through Ironman 3.

After the Storm: main verse; CA: TWS verse, all the way up to AoU.

In a Broken Family: AoU verse.

The Widening Divide: CA: CW verse.

The Shattered Remains: post-CA: CW verse.

Road Less Traveled: AU threads

Strength in Numbers: any polyamorous relationships (can be combined with any verse; please mention OOC if you’d like to do something in this verse)

Starter Call

[nikkoliferous]

Phase One: Avengers (Part Two)

Apparently I had so much to comment on this crappy book that I had to break this up into two parts (you can read part one here). No, I have nothing to say for myself. Lol

Let’s continue.

Clint Barton and Loki’s hand-picked strike team were in a stolen Quinjet with a faked S.H.I.E.L.D. call sign, 26-Bravo. That got them close enough that by the time the air-traffic officer on the Helicarrier knew something was wrong, it was already too late.

Whoa whoa whoa. I thought you said Loki didn’t care about the details. I thought you said such things were beneath him. Make up your mind.

With a last heave and twist, she freed herself from the fallen beam and ran. At that moment, the Hulk turned and saw her. She vaulted up a stairway and onto the next level. The Hulk swiped at the stairway and shredded it into scrap metal. Loki had gotten what he wanted. He must have been trying to time it so he could manipulate Bruce into becoming the Hulk right as his soldiers came to attack the Helicarrier. The Hulk would do at least as much damage from the inside as the rogue Quinjet could do from the outside.

Yes. Yes, he did. Lol

Natasha kept running, and the Hulk came right behind her. For a moment, she thought she’d lost him, but then he came at her out of the shadows, roaring. He was like walking rage, a single-minded engine of destruction. She shot a hole in the pipe over his head. Steam shot out of it into the Hulk’s eyes, stopping him for just the moment she needed to get a head start. She ran as fast as she could, but she knew she wasn’t going to stay away from him for long. He came after her, smashing through bulkheads and doorways like they weren’t even there and roaring the whole time.

Mood, though.

Steve got to the edge of the turbine mount about the same time as Tony. “I’m here!” he called out.

“Good,” Tony said, dropping into view and hovering in the Iron Man armor to survey the wreckage. He had the suit on, and Steve could hear his voice through the earbud microphone all S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel wore. At least that channel was still intact; if they lost communications, they’d be done for.

Convenient. Clint would absolutely know this, which means either 1) he's incompetent, 2) he's not as mind-controlled as we think, or 3) Loki allowed/arranged for his own team's semi-failure.Take your pick.

“What’s it look like in there?” Tony asked.

“It seems to run on some form of electricity,” Steve said.

Tony was shoving loose huge pieces of debris that prevented the turbine blades from rotating. “Well, you’re not wrong,” he said.

Steve fumed. He wasn’t here for technical support. But that was all he could do at the moment.

Ironic for Steve to call out Tony for being useless without his suit when Steve is apparently useless at anything other than beating people up. Lol

Tony stood inside the turbine housing, looking at the blades. He’d cleared most of the debris jamming the rotors. “Even if I clear the rotors,” he said, “this thing won’t reengage without a jump. I’m going to have to get in there and push.”

“If that thing gets up to speed, you’ll get shredded,” Steve said.

Hey hey hey now, I thought Tony wasn't the type of guy to sacrifice himself??

The Hulk stomped around the flight deck, roaring. He saw Thor and swung a fist twice the size of Thor’s head. Thor caught it in both hands, straining to hold both the Hulk’s arm and his attention. “We are not your enemies, Banner,” he grunted. “Try to think!”

Now, where have I heard that before...?

In answer, the Hulk punched him through the wall.

Jealous.

Thor got up and watched the Hulk coming after him. Now this was a fight! He held out a hand, waiting for Mjolnir to return to him. Mjolnir smashed through another wall and reached Thor’s hand just as the charging Hulk came within striking distance.

What's a little bloodlust between friends, amirite?

The Hulk caught the hammer, and a fierce grin spread over his face… then he toppled backward and Mjolnir pinned him to the floor of the hangar.

None but I can lift Mjolnir, Thor thought. Not even this giant.

Yes, yes. You're very special, Thor. We're all super impressed, promise.

“You like this?” Coulson asked, meaning the gun. “We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don’t know what it does.” He powered it up, and rings along its barrel glowed bright orange. “Want to find out?”

But Loki wasn’t there in front of him. Thor saw it too late to do anything. That Loki was an illusion… and the real Loki was behind Coulson.

Lokiception.

“You lack conviction,” Coulson said. He did not move from where he sat against the wall. Blood trickled at the corner of his mouth, and the enormous gun lay uselessly across his lap.

Of all the things Coulson might have said, this was perhaps the one Loki expected least. I have moved worlds out of conviction, he thought. Made bargains with beings who snuff out planets as an afterthought. “I don’t think I…”

"bargains"

“Tasha,” he said. “How many agents did I—?”

“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.” Better than maybe anyone on the Helicarrier, Natasha Romanoff knew you couldn’t blame yourself for things you did while you were brainwashed. All you could do was try to heal and get things right the next time.

OH? DO TELL.

“Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction, I’ll give you that one,” Tony said. “But let’s do a head count here. Your brother the demigod, a Super-Soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend, a man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins… and you, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them.”

“That was the plan,” Loki said with a grin.

“Not a great plan,” Tony said.

YOU'RE RIGHT, TONY. IT'S AN OBJECTIVELY TERRIBLE PLAN. NOW ASK YOURSELF WHY HE WOULD DO THAT ON PURPOSE.

“You’re missing the point!” he said, and his tone got sharper. “There’s no throne, there is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us… but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth, you can be sure we’ll avenge it.”

Weeeeeell...

With those last words, he tapped Tony on the chest with his scepter, just has he had Hawkeye and Dr. Selvig. Nothing happened. The Arc Reactor in Tony’s chest countered the scepter’s effect.

Loki tried it again. “This usually works.…”

“Well,” Tony said, “best-laid plans. You know the saying.”

Uncomfortable with mild swear words and dick jokes, I see. Lol

Look at this!” Thor shouted, holding Loki and forcing him to gaze out over the destruction in the city. “You think this madness will end with your rule?”

“It’s too late,” Loki said. Thor thought he was beginning to understand what he had done. “It’s too late to stop it.”

“No,” Thor said. “We can. Together.”

Loki looked him in the eye… and then betrayed Thor again, stabbing him in the side with a knife hidden in his sleeve. Thor dropped to the ground, clutching the wound. “Sentiment,” Loki said mockingly.

OH MY GOD. HE'S MOCKING HIMSELF, YOU ABSOLUTE KNUCKLEHEAD. I swear to god, this author sat down and went, "Hmm. How can I systematically erase any and all complexity this character possesses so he's as generic a villain as possible?"

CASE IN POINT:

On a bridge, Cap huddled behind a destroyed car with the Black Widow and Hawkeye. “Lots of civilians trapped up there,” Hawkeye said, indicating the nearby buildings. A flight of Chitauri went over, and Cap noticed something different about one of them.

“Loki,” he said. He was shooting at the civilians fleeing through the streets. “They’re fish in a barrel down there.”

It can be admittedly hard to tell because most shots of the Chitauri vehicles firing on people are from too far away to tell who's piloting... but I checked the clips from the Battle of NY and the only person Loki can definitively be seen firing at is Natasha. On another Chitauri whatever-you-call-them. Not even aiming for the street.

Thor was still watching the Chitauri zipping overhead. “I have unfinished business with Loki.”

“Yeah?” Hawkeye said. “Get in line.”

“Save it,” Steve said. “Loki’s going to keep this fight focused on us, and that’s what we need. Otherwise those things could run wild. We’ve got Stark up on top—”

Almost as if... according to plan...

Look, I have historically not bought into the full "Loki formed the Avengers so he could lose on purpose" theory because I feel that it contradicts the canon explanation that he was being influenced by the sceptre. But... you'd have to be an absolute moron to think he wasn't sabotaging himself, whether accidentally or on purpose. I suppose one could argue that just because it was amplifying his negative emotions, that doesn't necessarily mean it prevented him from working against his "allies". But if it wasn't affecting his actions at all, I don't know why they'd bother to confirm the theory as canon.

Also, like... according to this book, Loki is somehow targeting civilians and not targeting civilians at the same time ?? lmao

“Dr. Banner,” Steve said. “Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.”

Bruce was already walking toward the Leviathan. “That’s my secret, Captain,” he said over his shoulder. “I’m always angry.”

Same, tbh.

Thor reached the top of the Empire State Building and lifted Mjolnir. Storm clouds gathered and lightning struck down, hundreds of bolts reaching for Mjolnir. Thor turned the Empire State Building’s iconic spire into a lightning rod, gathering the force of the elements into it. Then he thrust Mjolnir in the direction of the portal. All the energy he had built up blazed out in a single forking bolt. It struck and destroyed every single Chitauri between the Empire State Building and the portal itself. Hundreds of them exploded and tumbled from the sky at once, including several of the Leviathans that tumbled down to smash into buildings below.

...so why didn't Thor just keep doing this for the rest of the battle? Too draining, or not exciting enough? Lol

Satisfied, Thor nodded and glanced over at the Hulk. Perhaps the scales were evened from their last fight against each other on the Helicarrier—

The Hulk shot out his left fist and smashed Thor all the way across the block-long gallery. Then it was his turn to look satisfied.

Jealous. Again.

Maybe that was just Loki, but Steve was starting to feel like the Chitauri were going to absorb every punch the Avengers could throw. They had to close that portal, or nothing was going to stop the invasion.

Well then. It sure is fortunate that Loki allowed Selvig to install a failsafe, huh?

Fury stood and listened to the World Security Council explain that they had decided to take the operation out of his hands. They were going to use a nuclear missile to destroy the Tesseract and close the portal—but at the cost of untold civilian lives. Fury protested as strongly as he could and one of the councilors cut him off. “Director Fury. The Council has made a decision.”

These crazy motherfuckers would have killed so many more people than Loki it's not even funny.

...and tbh, it probably wouldn't even have destroyed the Tesseract, so they would have killed them for literally no reason too.

The Hulk paused, confused.

“You are, all of you, beneath me!” Loki raged.

Not yet, sir, but I would very much like to be. 😏

She knelt next to him and said, “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know what you were doing.”

Selvig digested this for a moment and then said, “Actually I think I did. I built in a safety to cut the power source.”

Of note and as alluded to previously:

1) The mind control over Barton and Selvig was not absolute either; therefore, if they are not responsible for their actions over the course of this movie, Loki is not responsible for his either.

2) If The Other could hear everything Loki was up to, it's very likely that Loki could hear everything Barton and Selvig were up to as well. Meaning that, at a minimum, he knew about the failsafe and did nothing about it.

The missile had a lot of momentum built up, and Tony’s Mark 7 suit was not operating at full capacity after the amount of energy he’d expended in the battle already. It was no easy task to get the missile angled up sharply enough to clear the tallest buildings in Midtown—especially Stark Tower. That was where the missile seemed to want to go. So, Tony thought, the World Security Council is jealous of me, too.

Look, I get that he's mostly just being witty, but seriously... this dude is out here accusing Loki of being an egomaniac? Lol

He got underneath the missile and angled it upward, straining against its stabilizers, which tried to keep it on course. But slowly he forced it up, and once he got its warhead pointed at an angle, pushing it into a steeper climb got easier. A little.

Steve Rogers’s voice broke his concentration. “Stark, you know that’s a one-way trip?”

So... you're admitting you were wrong, then? 🙃

The Avengers looked up. On the roof of Stark Tower, Natasha said, “Come on, Stark.”

They saw the explosion through the portal, brilliant as a new sun. There was no way Tony could have survived that.

I was wrong about him, Steve thought. When the time came, he did make the sacrificial play.

Thanks, Steve. That's really all I wanted.

Loki had just gotten himself put back together enough to get out of the hole in the floor. Painfully he dragged himself toward the door. Never had a mortal damaged him as much as that green monster. He would be healing for a long time.

He's literally in better shape now than when he came through the portal. And the author made zero mention of his health there.

But heal he would, and then he would have his revenge. Even though the portal had collapsed and he had lost the Tesseract. Even though his Chitauri army was destroyed. Loki would show the so-called Avengers they never should have opposed him.

Raise your hand if you watched Avengers and thought Loki was thinking about revenge right after getting Hulk-smashed. Why aren't any of you raising your hands??

Seriously, there are two emotions I felt from Loki at the end of Avengers Assemble: relief and anxiety. I have no idea why Alex Irvine is so intent on turning him into a boring, one-dimensional villain, but it made this book absolutely insufferable to read.

Anyway, that's it! I hope you all found this as entertaining and cathartic as I did. Lol

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[limerental]

talk with your fingertips

loki/sylvie, rated: E, wip

summary

After fleeing together from the Timekeeper's chamber, Loki and Sylvie endure the rising frustration of their developing amorous feelings for one another while being unable to act on them without breaking space-time.

A timeline edging semi-slow burn with embarrassing amounts of feelings

note

alas, another lokifucker fic in the year of our lord 2021... it's been a while since I did a good ole serial fic but I am having such fun with this ship. this has veered largely into character exploration and attempts to reconcile other loki characterization with the show's depiction

excerpt

All of this feels dangerous. Fraught. She is his only hope left for survival and the closest he has had to an ally in what feels like eons. He braces for rejection, expecting laughter and snide mockery. He does not dare look directly at what he feels, the shape of it an amorphous thing with no easy landmark to latch onto, nothing in his long life that has prepared him to grapple with the complexities of it.

Breathing deep, he allows himself to look.

He is fond of her, he thinks. For the places they differ and that they share. He finds himself trying to catalogue the differences. Is he as clever as she is? As quick on his feet? Does he look like that when he is pissed off, when he is afraid? There is a protective feeling, warm and strange. He does not wish her to come to harm, fears for her, feels for her. He remembers the sickening cold that sank in his gut when he assumed her dead and knows that cannot be simple narcissism.

If she ever was him, the schism of her timeline means that she isn’t anymore. She has endured untold horrors that he has not, has lived a thousand lifetimes alone and desperate. His past few years of suffering shrink in comparison to hers. It has to have changed her, those traumas, that loneliness. She is separate from him. Her own person.

It does not feel like an inward sort of desire, an arrogant and masturbatory thing. It does not feel twisted and demented and wrong.

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Ever Since We Met—New Series Coming Soon!

Summary: After making a bet with Odin, Loki finally has a chance to prove he is worthy of being heir to the throne. Under mysterious circumstances, you find yourself stranded on Asgard, left with no option but to team up with Loki and help him win the crown. Now posing as visiting royalty, you must be careful of rumors in court that say you’re not who you claim, all while battling your growing feelings for the raven haired king. But some things are easier said than done because secrets, you’ll soon learn, can be deadly.

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*Preview beneath the cut.*

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Taking a final gulp of air, he pushed through the heavy golden doors and walked towards Odin. As a child, Loki had always thought his father looked so imposing sitting on the throne, as if he had in his palm the fate of all people. Well, now Loki was grown, and he knew that the old man sitting in that glorified chair did hold someone’s fate. His. And if Loki wasn’t careful, Odin would crush his dreams, his destiny, without so much as batting an eye.

Loki’s heeled boots clicked on the cold floor, as if counting down the steps left before he could make his request. They were, perhaps, a bit more formal than something one might wear on a regular basis, but he figured why not dress to impress? His semi-formal cloak swooshed behind him, and he had to resist anxiously fiddling with the fabric. With his hair slicked back and combed perfectly in place, he thought he looked very princely, but if all went well, he was going to be far more than that.

“Your majesty,” he greeted Odin in the formal way he’d been taught since birth, bowing at his waist. Oh, how he so despised that part; if he had it his way, he’d never bow to anyone again. At least he didn’t have to kneel as most of the lesser nobles and commoners did.

“Rise my son,” Odin said with a wave of his hand. “Why have you felt the need for this audience so close to my departure?”

“Well, father,” Loki began. He summoned all his strength to keep up his nonchalant facade. “It has come to my attention that you have invited Thor to join you and mother on your diplomatic mission to Alfheim. An invitation, I might add, that he has accepted.”

“Yes, yes,” he yawned. “What of it? I hope you are not looking to come. The convoy is already full.”

“On the contrary, I think it best if I stay here.” Loki studied his father’s expression a moment before continuing. “To rule the kingdom.”

It was painfully silent in the near-empty throne room. And then Odin began laughing. Not chuckling, but full on laughing at his son. This was perhaps the most embarrassed Loki had ever felt, and there wasn’t even anyone else in the room. But all he wanted was to show his father he was capable of ruling. That he would make a far more competent king than his oaf of a brother. This was a critical moment, he knew, and he couldn’t let any cracks in his armor show. He kept his face completely neutral as his father slowly ceased his cackling.

“And why should I allow for that. You see, Loki, I have already chosen my successor, and it is not you,” Odin bluntly explained as Loki’s blood began to boil and hopes began to drop. Maybe this was just a nightmare, and he’d wake up to make his plea for real. No such luck. “The official announcement was going to come upon my return, but it seems cruel to keep it from you now.”

All the times Loki played this out in his head, it never went quite this poorly. Never in his wildest dreams had he been expecting Odin to admit what he already knew deep down; he’d lost. But all his training, his preparing, his effort to show that he was the one deserving of the crown, could it really be for nothing?

“Come now, my son,” Odin said when Loki took too long to reply. He wondered if his father was trying to have a comforting tone. If he was, he was failing miserably. “You always knew I would have to pick one of you. That only one of you could take the mighty throne of Asgard.”

Yes, but I should be the victor, Loki thought, ignoring the tears pricking the back of his eyes. The last thing he would do was cry in front of the Allfather. Especially when he still had a chance to make this work in his favor. All he had to do was keep it together for the next fifteen minutes and alter his argument a little. If Odin was taking drastic measures, maybe that’s what he had to do, too.

“I do not think you should act so rashly, father,” Loki spoke up, voice impressively even. “After all, you have yet to hear my proposition.”

“And what might that be? Speak, son, and tell me.”

“Let me rule Asgard while you are gone. If I do well, you wait to make your decision on who will be your heir, allow me to continue to compete for the crown.”

The old king laughed again, not as loudly as before, but just as unkindly. “Why would I do that? I see no way in which this benefits me.”

“On the contrary, as a prince, I would have the right to plead my case to the Allmother if you took me out of the running. It would be a long, tedious process if you had to go through all the right channels to prove my brother is better suited for the kingship. And then again, they might not even find that he is. Or I could even challenge Thor for the crown, if it comes down to it. Such scandal to mark the end of your reign would be a shame, do you not agree?” He paused for dramatic effect, and to let the words sink in. “However, should I do poorly on the throne, I would have no argument to make, and would back down peacefully.”

The tension was so thick, Loki was tempted to whip out one of his daggers to try to cut it, and give himself room to breathe. But even the subtlest of movements would give way to an accusation of weakness, so he stood where he was, his piercing gaze staring into his father’s one eye, waiting for him to speak. Odin tapped his fingers on the arm of his throne, mulling over the very thinly veiled threat. By the time the king was opening his mouth to speak, Loki felt ready to scream.

“Very well,” he finally conceded. “But your success will be according to my terms. There are three things a good king needs. The first is the respect of those he rules. The second, fear and awe of his enemies and allies alike.”

Loki’s eyes flitted down for the briefest of seconds before looking up with renewed confidence. “And the last?”

“Worthiness,” Odin continued, standing up and walking down the steps, “to have the crown on his head.”

More eagerly than he would have liked, Loki nodded. He was certainly clever enough to figure out a way to prove he had each of those. It seemed that his silver tongue had not failed him today. But before he could say he accepted the terms, Odin had one last stipulation to add.

“You may not set foot out of the kingdom. Everything must run smoothly while you are here. Is this understood?”

“Yes, father, it is. And you will not interfere with my reign,” Loki replied, distrusting something about the look in the old man’s eye. “So then, do we have a deal?”

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Ever Since We Met begins March 5 12:30 pm EST! Can’t wait to share it :)

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Stolen - 22

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson &/x fem!gifted!reader Content: Jealousy, awkwardness, circumventing the truth, shift in emotions, still pining. A/N: Not my best writing, so have some HUGS as compensation! Remember to be kind to yourself. Ask or reblog for tag ;)

22. Cruci-fiction in Space

...  Loki   ...

Nearly a week has passed where the mortal has either studied theoretical magic or been wandering around the palace with her "servant" in tow in the hope of establishing a sense of direction. Hopefully soon, she can roam freely in search of socialization which in turn will result in information and allies.

Today, they're sitting in one of the gardens, [Y/N] with a heavy book in lap and furrowed brows while Loki simply enjoys the smell of the grass as they sit side by side on the bench. Odd, he muses, to be comfortable with someone in silence like this. As much as it entertains the Jotun to tease the woman – and as much as he lusts for her – it seems impossible to ever tire simply of watching her. He finds her breathtaking in the candlelight as she sits and talks about her new knowledge, and she is stunning now as the sun highlights an infinity of shades in her hair and the eyes squint towards the written pages. Sometimes, the plump lips free a mumble (most often a foreign word), capturing Loki's attention and binding it.

"Ah, here you are, lady [Y/N]!"

The loud interruption startles the lady in question but she smiles as soon as Fandral emerges from behind a lilac bush, carelessly breaking a cluster of flowers off to present her with. Gah! Sickening. But of course the Midgardian plays her part and inhales the sweet scent.

"Have you been searching for me, lord Fandral?"

"My entire life."

Groooaaaan! Playing the silent part, Loki has to bite his cheek from betraying his thoughts.

"Prince Thor has returned to Asgard," the blond man explains, "which means there will be a grand feast tonight his lengthy absence...I was hoping you would accompany me?"

She will not!

"Gladly." [Y/N]'s smile hasn't wavered for a second since the suitor's arrival. "Only...I must have completed this chapter before then..."

"Say no more! I shall leave you to your studies, happy with the promise you have given me."

Yes, run away, scoundrel! Oh, Loki hates not being free to go in his old friend's stead and the burning jealousy has no relation to the reason for the feast. But for the Warriors Three to side with our cause...I'll suffer through it.

...  Reader   ...

You have to admit: it feels amazing to have a man straight up woo you like in the romance novels you sometimes used to read. It's flattering. And a welcome distraction considering your life has turned into a tight rope act.

It's with your nerves on the sleeves, you enter the great hall and the cacophony of merriment – even if dinner isn't served yet, most Asgardians have already found something to drink and constantly do so to each others' health when they meet friends or at least anyone they care enough about – above all of which a new voice booms. Zeroing in on the sound, you spot Thor next to Fandral and the rest of Sif’s gang.

Unsure what to do, you take your time weaving between people before you halt a good ten yards away. I could...or maaaybe...but if I walk over...nah...The train of thought isn't exactly coherent as you silently debate what to do. Sif, Volstag, well all of them have become sort of acquaintances over the course of the week you've stayed in Valhalla and you wouldn't hesitate interrupting them if need be. But now? That's Loki's brother. And you don't believe the God of Mischief when he claims he "has no care" or says "he is and never was my brother". If only they could get a chance to talk...oh.

Sudden inspiration spurs you on and with head held high you march straight up to Fandral. "This time I found you first, my lord."

"Lucky me!"

Perhaps the sensation of Thor scrutinizing your face is pure imagination at first, still the moment you’re officially introduced to him, those blue eyes light up with understanding and he grabs your shoulders so suddenly your knees almost buckle.

“[Y/N]! From New York? I knew it!” Whether or not you’re supposed to answer remains a mystery as he pulls you into a rib-crunching hug. “Lady Aïsha came to us, claiming my br-Loki had abducted you, but we had nothing but her word to go on...no clue where he would have taken you if it were true...”

Managing to tap out of the muscular arms, a sharp edge of guilt burns through you at the idea of your neighbour having gone to the Avengers for help. And getting none. Last you saw her, she’d been soaked in her own blood on your living room floor. Alive, yes, and most likely traumatized after having been killed by a god and resurrected by a supposedly normal girl.

“How is she?”

“Aïsha? Fine. Mr. Stark saw to it that she was given the assistance needed.” The prince’s brows wrinkle as he look you over (slightly crumbled now but obviously in good condition). “And I find you in good health, even studying the arts of magic under my dear mother’s tutelage...how have you come to be here?”

Thor is not the only one staring at you for answers, and you don’t really blame Fandral or his friends as you haven’t exactly told them where you come from. Sif glares with obvious distrust while the men, in particular the blond admirer, seem curious more than anything else.

Use the truth. “Loki had hoped to use my abilities in some scheme or other...” You allow a sigh to underline the past tense. “But...as it turns out, I wasn’t able to do that and he left...at least he didn’t kill me. Since then, I’ve tried to make my way to safety and I consider myself lucky to have wound up here.”

“And I have it on good authority lady [Y/N] is excelling at her studies,” Fandral beams, fingers carefully skimming your back.

Any hope of getting to talk with Thor about his brother or events back on Earth are quickly dashed as the prince is called away, his attention constantly shifting as noble Asgardians nearly stand in line for a chat or whatever semi-immortals do.

The four friends carry on their usual partying with only a few odd questions about your past interspersed through the conversation. Fandral lets no opportunity slip by to court you, his hands often straying to brush away stray hairs from your cheek or simply touch your arm, shoulder, or back which sends uncomfortable shiver running along your spine.

It’s possibly the longest feast in history (at least as far as you know). Unable to relax, and forgoing the sweet mead, you’re grateful when it finally becomes late enough for you to say goodnight without coming off as rude.

“Allow me to walk you to your chambers, m’lady.” Fandral is already on his feet, offering a hand to help you up.

Ugh, no, not now. “That’s very kind...though I do believe I need some solitude.” Four pairs of eyes bore into you, silently demanding justifications for the wish. “A lot is on my mind...speaking with Prince Thor has brought back memories...”

“Say no more, sweetling,” Fandral’s assurances nearly make you gag, “but know that if ever an open heart or a listening ear is what you need: I’m there.”

Sif actually rolls her eyes behind his back. Maybe I can get her sympathy that way? Rather than commit to anything, though, you say goodnight once more and finally extract yourself from the noisy hall.

It’s blissfully quiet in the halls of Valhalla. Here and there, a guard dressed in the pompous, golden armour – Loki keeps calling them Einherjar – stands in brooding silence. They don’t interfere anymore after Queen Frigga officially welcomed you to the court and as extension placed you under their protection.

I’m like a princess in a fairy tale.

Almost magically, you’ve managed to recover a good mood by the time you close the chamber door behind you. Then you turn and find Loki standing, glaring at you with his arms crossed and red shimmer in the perfect eye.

Pulling back the lips to reveal white teeth, he sneers, “Enjoying the company tonight?”

[trckstrgod]

@hariolor​     /     starter  call.

❛❛           now   you   spark   my   interest.         ❜❜                    loki’s   words   slip   through   the   crack   of   his   devilish   smirk   like   silk.                    not   only   was   she   alluring,          but   she   radiated   thirst   for   power.                    destruction.                      it   wasn’t   very   often   the   trickster   came   across   others   with   energy   signatures   so   similar   to   his   own.                    and   he   had   every   determination   burning   within   him   to   find   out   more.

doing   a   small   semi  -  turn   to   face   her   fully,          loki   offered   the   smallest   bow   of   his   head   at   an   angle   in   a   chivalrous   gesture.                    manners   could   normally   get   him   a   long   way   and   the   god   was   hoping   the   same   could   apply   here.                    smarter   is   the   man   who   gains   allies   before   enemies.          

                    ❛❛           charmed   I’m   sure

                                                I   am   loki.         ❜❜

[cratmang]

I don’t intend to make Steven Vs. The Multiverse (feat. Conga Tourmaline) a full-fledged series, because that would require more time and effort than I’m willing to give at the moment (plus, I’m already working on another fancomic). But I do want to do a bit more with the premise, as well as Conga herself. So for now, here’s some pictures, a little bio about her, and some fun facts.

Also, I’m gonna come out and say it: she is very much overpowered. If that fact disinterests you, you may turn away now.

NAME

Conga Tourmaline

RACE

Gem (Fusion between Peridot, Pearl, and Sapphire)

CLASS

Throne-holder

COLOUR

Green (#2cd629)

BIO

Conga is a semi-forced fusion of three different gems; a cracked Peridot, a Pearl, and a Sapphire (To distinguish them from the canon characters, we will refer to them each as "Conga [gem]"). After her components discovered a phenomenal power source (The Throne of Loki) hidden in Jupiter’s red spot, they decided to go rogue against the Diamond Authority, and claim it for themselves.

Now ascended to “Throne-holders,” and with the power of the Throne split between them, the three gems believed that they needed to fuse in order to unlock their full power, as well as for some other, greater purpose. However, after multiple failed attempts at fusing, Conga Peridot decided to build and design a special suit that would lock the gems into one body, effectively forcing the three to remain fused.

Some time later, Conga met another Throne-holder from another universe (more about him some other time). Believing that he knew their true purpose, Conga appointed herself as his student, and began learning magic and traveling the multiverse.

FUN FACTS

To say that Conga loves music would be an understatement.

She is aware of the fourth wall - a trait that is shared among Throne-holders.

Conga is terrified of the Diamonds, even though she has enough power to go toe-to-toe against White. She’s also afraid of Pink, but she’s learned to recognize “Rose Quartz” and Steven as friendly (more often than not).

If Conga was to appear in an actual episode of SU, she would be highly aware of songs and musical cues. The theme of the Diamonds would set her on edge every time it would play.

She has sensors that detect the presence of the Diamonds nearby. This would have detected Steven even before he knew he was actually Pink Diamond.

Though the fusion into Conga is forced, her component gems can eject themselves from the suit anytime, at will. The suit just removes the hurdle of needing to be in sync.

Yes, those are in fact robot legs. The suit was originally built from a set of limb enhancers.

She prefers order, rhythm, and harmony, just like a well-composed musical piece.

Because her component gems are not entirely in sync, she sometimes flails about, especially when she needs to perform multiple different tasks.

Also because of her unstable, forced fusion, she sometimes refers to herself in plural (”we” instead of “I”).

Her “breasts” are actually a fifth arm, outfitted with a steel gauntlet. Makes for a great surprise attack.

Including her hair, she is slightly taller than Garnet.

Her weapon is a double-neck guitar, which she refers to as her “axe.” She plays music to boost allies and inflict pain upon enemies. She can also split her “axe” into dual “axes,” which she uses as if they were actual axes.

After meeting her mentor, whether on accident or purpose, she has begun to copy some of his quirks and mannerisms. She probably would have fully committed to it, had she not realized that her mentor is completely insane (and proud of it).

Similar to Malachite, Conga does not have her own unique voice - when she speaks, she sounds like a Pearl, a Peridot, and a Sapphire all talking at once.

BONUS SKETCHES (under cut)

[starbuckie]

For the marvel asks, Iron man, bucky, nebula, Loki, falcon and one you really want to answer??

hi thank you for sending in an ask sweets<3

iron man: first superhero you ever liked?

bucky barnes definitely. i got into the fandom when my dad took me to the winter soldier in 2014. i thought he was a complete badass(which he is still, duh) and ive loved him ever since

bucky barnes: do you have any hidden talents?

i don’t really have a hidden talent, but i can play the flute semi-well and people find it weird because i don’t fit the “quiet band kid” stereotype which is absolute bullshit because as someone who played for five years i KNOW that none of those kids are quiet

nebula: do you believe a person can truly change?

definitely. everybody has the capability to change, it’s whether they want to change or not, and put their entire will into it.

loki: greatest thing you’ve done on april fool’s day?

i stuck mayonnaise in my sister’s lotion and she cried, which is sad because she’s eight years younger than me

falcon: tell us your feelings on the armed forces.

as a citizen i breathe free because some soldiers have shed theirs. i feel free to profess my faith and hold my beliefs because the soldiers shed sweat and blood to defend the idea of of our nation intact. five of my grandparents fought for this country in the armed forces, so i’ve always had this connection and their stories have always stayed in my hearts for as long as i can remember. 

deadpool: tell an offensive joke you feel bad for finding funny.

okay this isn’t a joke, but it’s something that happened to me in third grade that i still find funny ten years later. let’s establish something first: i am half chinese half japanese, and since i was young i’ve known a lot about the korean war and world war 2, as my grandpas and great great grandpas fought in them. anyways, throughout my elementary school years, i faced a lot of bullying (later i found out was racism, but i was eight so i didn’t know) and it fucking sucked ass. one day, we were learning about world war two, and i knew a lot so i was actively participating. i was on fucking fire answering q’s like no one’s business, but this bitch got jealous i assume and told me “you know, you’re japanese so you bombed pearl harbor.” my eight year old self was really confused and sad, but alli could think to say was “i’m eight” and start crying. i shouldn’t find it funny, it’s still an extremely racist comment, but the more i think about it the more ridiculous it sounds so i’m sorry. 

[tonystarksdumpsterfire]

curiosity killed the cat- 1

You took a deep breath in.

You absolutely loved the smell of the Saturday petrichor. It had rained the night before and you were out to get your morning coffee from a little shop called Le Petite Chat. You had been going there for a few years now because you love the aesthetic of the place. It was also very close to your work which was a plus. You worked as a veterinarian for both exotic and domestic animals and you had earned quite a title for yourself over the years, considering you were quite young in your early twenties.  You stared out the window and noticed dark clouds beginning to form.

"It looks like it's going to rain again..." You said aloud to no one except yourself. You sighed and finished your Vanilla Latte. You had forgotten your umbrella so you had to get home before it started raining again. The moment you left the cafe, it had started raining.

"Oh jeez." You huffed out and put on your hood. You started walking rather quickly towards your destination when you heard a cough as you were passing an ally way. You stopped in your tracks which in hindsight is never a good idea and peaked to look into the alleyway. You were shocked to find a black cat shivering under a box. Your heart melted in an instant. You began making your way into the alleyway to observe the cat. It seemed to notice you shuffled back deeper into the box.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you." You told it and put your hands up defensively while inching closer to the box it was hiding in. It looked a bit less apprehensive, which you took to be a good sign, so you crouched to be at eyesight with the cat. Now that you were closer, you could see how beautiful this animal was. It was a pure black cat with piercing green eyes. You had never seen a black cat with green eyes before, well at least not this type of green. It had hints of a light sea blue colour but was mostly emerald green. It was a beautiful specimen, to say the least. You had reached out to caress the raven-haired cat when it began to hiss at you.

"Shhh, it's okay, I just want to take care of you." You told it softly. You attempted to scoop up the cat into your arms but it was trying to bite and scratch you now. It bit you just enough to hurt but not enough to shed blood. You tried to calm it down but it wasn't complying very willingly. You decided just to wing it and scoop the cat into your arms. It began trying to bite you to loosen your grip.

"I'm not gonna hurt you! It'd be much wiser of you to come back to my home than to stay out in the cold." You gave it a stern look and almost as if it understood you, it complied and let you carry it to your apartment.

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You finally unlocked the door to your apartment and dropped the cat inside. You then took off your shoes and stepped inside behind the cat. You thanked the stars that the inside of your house was quite toasty. You then bent down to pet the cats head. It quickly stepped away from you and hissed.

"Hey! I just helped you out of the rain!" You told the cat as if it could understand you. You sighed and went to pick up the cat. It began hissing and mewing again.

"Cmon, I have to run a few checks on you to make sure you don't have fleas or a sickness." You said and scooped the cat up into your arms. Without your coat, you realised how wet and cold the cat was.

"Or maybe, I should dry you off first." You gave it a small smile before walking into your bathroom and placing the cat on the floor. You rubbed its fur with a towel until it was semi-dry.

"Well, little one, I still don't have a name for you. What would you like to be called?" You asked it while folding the towel and putting it in its rightful place.

"Oh! I don't even know your gender yet. I should check that." You reached for the kitten and it began hissing at you and getting in a defensive position.

"Alright, alright! I'll yield for now," You grumbled, "But I still don't know what to call you." You stated and looked down at the now calm cat. Just then, thunder began sounding in the sky. Your eyes widened and you began to smile.

"I know! I'll call you Thor!" You smiled brightly. The cat's jaw dropped (something you didn't know was possible) and began scratching the rug in your bathroom. You yelped in surprise and attempted to calm the cat down.

'Loki.' Something whispered in your ear. You turned around and grabbed your neck defensively. You could've sworn you felt a breath on your neck when you heard the whisper. You could feel goosebumps begin rising on your skin. Loki. The name resonated in your mind. It did have a nice ring to it. You looked down at the emerald-eyed cat who simply mewed at you as if it was agreeing to the name. You brought your hand down to pat it's head to which the cat complied surprisingly.

"I guess it's settled then, I'll call you Loki," You told Loki and rubbed his you were guessing it was a male because of the name head. You began rummaging through your drawers to find a flea brush.

"I still have to check you for fleas, Loki, so please play nice." You muttered and began brushing through the cat's fur. Loki began purring which caused you to smile. When you had finished you placed the brush back in its rightful spot in your drawer.

"Welp, it seems you don't have any fleas or flea dirt which is a good sign." You smiled down at Loki.

"You look a bit skinny, I'll get you some food." You got up to go set up a water and food bowl for your new cat.

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Loki began exploring the bathroom after you had left to set up his food.

'What a strange predicament I have found myself in.' Loki thought to himself. The only reason why he was in this position in the first place was because of his idiotic brother trying to help him with his "dark side", as Thor stated it. He had managed to escape his brother's grasps by shapeshifting and transforming into several different things, starting with a bird and now ending with a cat. It had been quite the tiring day, to say the least. And gods know how long it's going to take until he'll be able to change into his Asgardian form again. Perhaps he could wait until the mortal left him alone to make his escape. But, what would he do then? Go back to living on the street in the cold? He growled in frustration and jumped onto the sink.

"Okay, I'm back." The mortal said, coming back into the room Loki was in. She scooped him up into his arms and he mewed in compliance. The mortal walked into the living room and placed him down on the floor next to a bowl of water and food. Loki stared down at the two bowls.

'A-am I too eat this slop?' He thought to himself.

'How dare this mortal feed a god in such a way?' Loki hissed and the mortal made a confused face.

"I thought you would be hungry or at least thirsty." She said confusion lacing her tone. She looked thoughtfully for a moment then perked up.

"Oh goodness! Do you belong to someone?" The mortal started spewing incoherent words of worry. Loki rolled his eyes and hissed. The mortal looked shocked.

"I'm guessing that's a no? You're quite communicative for a cat, it's almost as if you understand me." The mortal stated and bent down to pet Loki.

'It's because I do understand you puny human." Loki thought to himself but, for a puny human, he sure was enjoying your touch. Loki began purring and the mortal smiled.

"I'm sorry I don't have a bed for you, I haven't had any pets of my own for ages. Feel free to sleep wherever seems fit but please, don't dirty anything," She gave him a small pat on the head before walking to her bedroom, "Goodnight, Loki." She muttered before going into her room to do her nightly routine.

'Goodnight, Mortal.' Loki thought to himself before turning around and jumping onto her couch. Now, that he wasn't distracted by the mortal's conversation he could take in every aspect of the apartment. It was quite luxurious actually. It was modern, with glass windows all around the living room, and the view from the windows was breathtaking. The living room was quite large with a small glass dining table surrounded by beige couches, complimented by house plants. There were many plants in the home, it made the place feel more lively. The kitchen was attached to the living room and the counters were all marble. Loki jumped up onto one of the counters and looked at the view. He looked down at all the cars and all the buildings. He felt a tinge of guilt in his heart he quickly shook off.

'No. What I did was right. I would've been a saviour to this realm." Loki reassured himself but the growing pain was evident. He jumped down from the counter and decided the windows did him no good. He walked over to his bowl and water.

'This will not be shameful because I am currently an animal," He stepped closer to the food and lowered his head, "I am still a god." He justified before digging in.

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You awoke by the sound of your alarm and the sun shining down onto your face. You groaned before turning over and shutting off your alarm clock. You sat up and stretched while making an inhuman noise. You quickly got out of bed and brushed your teeth and hair. You changed from your pyjamas to a pair of cute white jeans with a brown belt and a brown and white striped shirt tucked into your pants. You unbuttoned the first few buttons and rolled up your sleeves. Deciding you looked suitable for work you stepped out into the living room and laid your eyes on a black cat curled up on the couch. You smiled and turned to the food and water which he had finished. You walked over to the cat and gave him a small shake. The cat sleepily mewed and half-opened his emerald eyes.

"You have to come with me to the vet, Loki." You told the cat softly but now he seemed fully awake. Loki mewed in protest.

"You don't have to worry, I'll be the one checking on you for the most part." You scooped Loki up and placed him in your arms and placed him in a cat bag.

"It won't hurt, you have to trust me." You told Loki and he only looked up at you with pleading large green eyes.

You sighed and decided to call a taxi. You would normally walk to your work but you decided it would be easier to just drive. Loki was quiet most of the way to your work which you were grateful for. Once you arrived you thanked the taxi driver and headed into your work.

You uttered polite 'Good Mornings' to a few of your co-workers before rushing into an empty check-up room and opened your cat bag. Loki practically ran out of the bag and began mewing violently.

"Oh cmon, you're so dramatic," You muttered to Loki before petting him reassuringly, "I just need to get another doctor in here to help give you anaesthetics." You told Loki. His eyes widened at the sound of that.

"NO!" Loki yelled. Loki yelled. In English, in a human voice. You stared wide-eyed, jaw agape.

Did this cat just speak?