#loki prince of asguard

[widderwise]

Prompt: DP x DC or Marvel (Mostly Marvel on this one)

For the record when it comes to DP I can't swear to what is canon/fanon. My DC/Marvel knowledge is better but I can't say which timeline/version is which. They have too many versions of people/events.

So, going with the thought that destroying the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms would destroy the 'living' dimensions attached to it, it would serve to reason that more than just the "Earth" in that dimension would be at risk. Some fanon speaks of the possibility of 'pruning' dimensions that threaten the Realms sufficiently. Both Marvel and DC have extensive non-Earth people. Given that humans are threatening them, why wouldn't the Ancients turn to older or more powerful people in the 'problem' universe to shut down the upstart humans.

In DC, it could be the Green Lantern Corps. Forget Hal and them, just send someone to OA. It would be in the whole dimensions interest to stop the humans. I don't know GL lore well and I'm sure there are other groups that would come shut Earth down either diplomatically or taking it as an excuse to conquer. That's assuming Spectre himself didn't deal with the GIW and their backers himself. Given what he did to Constantine, he is more than powerful enough.

In a Marvel dimension, it could be the Nova Corps which I know even less lore about but are the closest things to space cops I know of. My original thought actually went to a different authority. Purely on Earth The Ancient One/Stephen Strange/Wong should be all over that kind of problem.

But! Outside of Earth there is a figure who claims to be the protector of the realms of Yggdrasil: (Niflheim, Muspelheim, Asgard, Midgard (EARTH!), Jotunheim, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Svartalfheim, Helheim)... ODIN!

Space cops are one thing, but Asguard is living mythology so the Realms, maybe a representative from Valhalla, sending a message (maybe a delegation of Ancients? Pandora, Clockwork, Vortex, Nocturne, Undergrowth, etc) to Odin that Earth is making trouble and it's his job to fix it? It lose lose for him if he doesn't. One, end of life for everyone there and two if he lets others investigate they might dig up his dirty little secret in Helheim (his 'dead' daugher Hela).

He is less than shocked of human stupidity and decides to send Thor to 'negotiate' and fix the problem. Timeline wise I'd say after Avengers but before Thor: Dark World. So Loki is currently imprisoned. Odin and Frigga think this will be an excellent chance for Thor to prove his ability to rule Asgard. The preferred method would be diplomatic, but Thor is expect to deal with the humans threatening the universe one way or the bloody way. Just in case, maybe Frigga has Loki ready to step in and actually be diplomatic.

So, Thor shows up back on Earth not to be a hero but to take on part (even if a very small part) of the US government. He announces his intentions loudly, maybe it gets overheard and his words (maybe not the smoothest ones) spread around.

Danny Phantom (ghost prince/king?) and his fraid (I know it's fanon, but I love it) get put in protective custody (likely with the Avengers) whether they like it or not. The Ancient actually stepping up and treating the kids like kids (horrors- Danny hates it-mostly) Tracking down Dani is harder, she probably gets in trouble with someone (GIW, Shieldra, etc). I feel like bad/especially dense Fenton parents might be prime pickings for Hydra.

I see a comedy of errors on Thor's part. Some angst from the ghosts being harmed by the GIW. A massive migraine from Tony Stark who is trying to be actually diplomatic, not piss off his own government, and deal with a small mid-western town that has an information lock down his tech hadn't detected before. (The whole of Amity disappeared for a bit) I see Steve taking Thor's declaration badly and not believing that 'ghosts' can destroy everyone. Shield/Hydra wants ecto-tech and has no issue 'detaining' ghosts.

I think I'll write at least the scene where Thor arrives back on Earth.

Other less fleshed out thoughts:

-Hela is totally at least part dead. Is she a halfa too? Hela mentors Danny eventually? O.O Maybe Danny decides he doesn't want to be KIng. Queen of Ghosts Hela. Maybe a less crazy Hela because she had ghosts to chill with all this time? Either way, Odin is in trouble now.

[smolvenger]

I Say Nothing That Frightens Me, Part One

Pairing: Loki x fem! Reader

Summary: As a young Asgardian, you have grown to be friends and secretly pine for the younger Prince Loki. After his fury has sent him off to put himself in danger, his mother sends you on a quest to find him and bring him home. Your quest makes you cross paths with a mysterious group that calls themselves the TVA. There, your mischievous prince can be found. But it comes with a heartbreaking revelation. He loves another.

Warnings: angst a the end, mentions of Sylvie as a romantic love interest. This will be angsty (but have an eventual happy ending, so stay tuned!). Unrequited love and pining! Loki definitely isn't gonna return Reader's feelings!! hahahaha...unless...oop. ;)

Word Count: >3K

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: Ah- the first fic I ever wrote for the big man himself- Loki! I realized I accidentally inspired this from Bizet's opera Carmen, minus the Punish The Woman ending and the cheating and sexism and antisemitism that can be prominent in the opera's plot, hence the title. I wrote it all the way in 2022 and realized I forgot to post it on Tumblr. For a while, it's been this one part because writer's block hit me early last year. I hope y'all like it and give it enough comments and kudos and responses so I can motivate myself to finish it. Send me good vibes to begin on part two! Enjoy!

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I say that nothing frightens me, I say alas that I answer for myself, But no matter how brave I am, At the back of the yard, I’m dying of terror Alone, in this wild place Alone, I’m afraid, But I’m wrong to be afraid, You will give me courage, You will protect me, Lord. (English Translation) - Henri Meilhac, from Bizet's opera, Carmen.

It had been a week and there was no sign of him. No word. Nothing. His father couldn’t care less. He kept on ruling Asguard as if everything was normal. As if the only disturbance was a teapot being knocked over in the kitchen. Something simple and easily fixed and none of his business.

That was not the case for his brother or his mother.

Or most especially for you.

Thor had already gone. And there was no exact contact but whispers. People were dying. There was some grand scheme. Something about even the Tesseract and the Infinity Stones. About Midgard and then the Universe being taken over and at the center of it was your close friend and companion, the missing prince.

You sat alone that morning in the garden, watching the fountain burble. Feeling the bit of breeze and the chirp of birds. It all seemed so beautiful and peaceful. You didn’t know if it was to comfort you or if it was mocking you for your inner turbulence. If only you weren’t so worried so you could enjoy it. You were so lost in thought that a sweet, low voice pulled you out of your head.

“How long have you been here?”

Jumping, you turned and stood up, dipping into a curtsy.

“A while, your highness!” you answered.

Looking up, Queen Frigga smiled. And you smiled back.

“It’s your usual spot, I know. Every other child was training with weapons and swords, but you would run here, crying…”

“If you recall, I kept losing. And I was terrified of getting stabbed.”

“And after you had your cry you came back, and kept on…” she finished, she took a hand to smooth the top of your head lovingly.

Your muscles ached on cue from the memory. Yes, you lost often training on how to fight. Seeing the other warriors glide their swords with ease and grow up to be the pride of the kingdom. You preferred regular studies with reading and culture, history and knowledge, and science. Practice battles often had you thrown to the ground in defeat. But at least when it came to a fight, you returned.

“I had to finish it, that was school after all. It’s how I grew up…” you recalled.

She took a hand to dip into the cool water, tracing a pattern followed by the fish inside.

“You’re worried about…” she started.

“Loki, yes. Is he behind this invasion?” you questioned.

“I don’t doubt it. Loki’s been too angry, too jealous, and without a good outlet. All of his life he kept it inside of himself and now that it’s released, it’s piled up from the years of silence. He’s letting it all out at once…” she said.

“He’s…he’s going to get hurt…” you observed worriedly. Mentioning him in this place made it sadder.

You recalled the day years ago. You ran into the garden at this fountain and accidentally happened upon the dark-haired prince reading. You profusely apologized, saying that you were sneaking out of training. And Loki said that he could help you. Then you asked what he was reading. And such began this friendship between the two of you. He gave you tricks about how to fight and confessed that he enjoyed theatre. You told him what your favorite foods at the feast were.

The memories of you too exchanging books and chatting about them between your classes did not stop in your adulthood. They made you happy, and lately even happier. Thoughts of him switched to private, intimate fantasies as you were alone in your room at night.

Now that he was gone, all that was left was a bittersweet tinge in the air.

“He doesn’t hurt himself when you’re around him…” Frigga commented.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re his friend…so save him. Take him off the ledge, find him…”

“But..but I thought Thor would find him!” you argued, standing up. Remembering your manners, you returned to sitting. This could be seen as an insult to the queen, but her arm dismissed the gesture.

She was different from her husband.

“He won’t listen to Thor. Loki’s always been jealous of him, there will be too much of a fight, too much scuffling. And me, I’m his mother but you…you’re his friend. I’ve seen it. He’s too jealous of Thor. He’s mad at his father, mad at me but……you’re different. You might be able to help him. Talk him out of it…” she instructed.

She put a hand on your shoulder, leaning forward, her eyes big and a little watery.

“Y/N, I charge you, as a queen…as a mother…find Loki, find my son…and bring him back…”

You touched the hand and looked up at her.

“If my queen commands, I will” you replied dutifully.

Although a secret part of you was relieved, thrilled. Not just for an adventure. But to find him.

The queen prepared you for your quest well. There was a special sword and a dagger just in case. You couldn’t use magic yourself, but you knew that you had some strength, and being Asgardian, whatever diseases you encountered would not bother you. As you gathered, with some slight armor over your clothes and bags with an extra set of clothes and rations that would satiate you until you found something more, she did something surprising.

On the hour of your departure, the queen gifted you with a beautiful sword- the hilt was bejeweled but all sides of it were still sharp to cut a foe to ribbons. You placed it in a sheath in a belt tied tight around your waist. She gathered your face in her hands and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you…”

“To tell you frankly, I wanted to…wanted to go…go see him…” you confessed.

She blinked and then smiled. No doubt she could tell you felt warmer mentioning that.

“Really?”

“I miss Loki…I miss him more than anything…” you confessed.

She smiled. “I miss him too.”

From under her long sleeve, she gave you a necklace. Nothing but a small string with a glowing blue crystal on it.

“This will take you anywhere on Midgard. But ask for Thor. If you find Thor, you might find him. Ask if there’s any trouble…that is his specialty," Frigga said.

“I promise…I will be back here with him alive and unharmed!" you vowed.

Clutching the necklace, you touched each other’s hands as a last goodbye.

The necklace glowed.

“Take me to Midgard, please," you guided it.

There was a flash of light. You felt a little heavy for a second. It was as if you were falling, but very still. When the light vanished, you saw that you had landed on a field. The wind blew through the grass as it bowed in return. A big red farmhouse stood quietly. An old man in his rocking chair stood up and squinted at you in surprise, hands on his hips.

Midgard was a large place. It was time to start looking.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“He took the Tesseract and vanished” Thor explained.

“He did WHAT?” you shouted.

You could hardly believe the words coming through your ears. All those weeks. Searcing everything. The country took forever to get through. Eating grits, checking the news, and finding ways to get to New York City, the most likely place he would attack…and he had vanished.

“But I…I…where could he have gone?” you asked.

Thor shrugged “If I knew, I would have told you, Y/N…”

You wanted to kick something, to punch a wall. But you just leaned over the desk, your hands flat on it, and sighed deeply.

For a day, you let yourself sulk in the guest room. All of that traveling had wiped you out. You were so done. There were blisters on your feet and you could feel the grime from your smell. You spent your day bathing, wondering what on earth you could do now.

New York City was large, still reeling from its recent attack. But all in all, people seemed fine. Not too many casualties. Not zero, but not eighty. Wandering around the city, you wore a large hoodie and pants to cover your Asgardian traveling clothes. There were so many people, sights, and smells, it was dizzying.

Stomach gurgling, you wandered around. Midguardian food did not completely satiate you the way food back home did, but it was better than nothing. And it was a while since you ate, anyway.

Stopping inside, the doorbell rang. You ordered your food, chewing absent-mindedly on the crackers served right before. The wrappers crackled as you tossed them over your shoulder.

It sounded like a song back home. A song they did for dances. Once you go to a party together. Loki disliked social gatherings and preferred to hide away. You managed to talk him into coming down. Talking to one person. Trying the wine. Dancing. Saving one dance for you. He found he liked it. And he was enjoying himself, getting into little fights, laughing, flirting…

The flirting. There was a pretty red-haired boy, a woman with blonde hair, and even another person he kept flirting with that night. It must have been another heir to the throne trying to set a match that night. Even though in hindsight those matches never resulted in a betrothal, the images in your head made you want to vomit. Seeing him made you…it made your stomach turn. You tried to go to sleep that night, but your brain kept racing. Reviewing everything. It meant nothing, right? That words-he was being friendly!? Those phrases weren’t in any way romantic…right? Besides, he was just your friend! Nothing more…

. Ordering their food and drink for the first time for something new. Anything to get your brain off of your search for the misbehaving prince and your past. But it haunted you for a week. You barely spoke with him and buried yourself in school and training. But every morning, you woke up early with those thoughts, that memory still burned in your brain.

“Hey, watch it, dumbass!” someone yelled. It brought you out with a jump.

Getting out, you didn’t notice a person. Slamming into them, they fell right on the floor in their nice suit, their tray of food flipping in the air.

“My lunch! How could you?” he screamed.

“I’m so sorry!" you apologized. "I can pay you!"

"Forget it! Leave me alone!" he fumed.

You turn around to focus back on your food. But your ears could still hear his nasal, tenor voice.

“Look at that mess!” he complained from behind you. “She might as well be another damn Loki…”

Your sandwich froze in midair and you set it down in shock. Your stomach twisted in knots. The words were still forming in your brain. What…no…surely, they can’t mean…

But as you kept your ears peeled back, it occurred to you…they were. They meant it. They were talking…talking about him-him! You finished your food quickly, quietly. Then you got up and followed them through.

They went to an alleyway. Nothing but trash cans and tall brick walls. Children in the distance laughed as they played and cars honked their horns in frustration in the streets a few feet away. Unaware

All you had to do was create a distraction. Digging into your pockets, you pulled out a tiny ball. A favorite of the younger prince when you were children. Briefly, you smiled at the toy. In your adolescence, both of you would try throwing them in hallways to see which maidservant it would spook. It was harmless and would make them jump and squeal and you both would guffaw with laughter.

Looking over, you timed it carefully. The agents in their suits pressed buttons on a device and a portal opened in the brick wall. It was the size of a New York bagel when you tossed the ball- it hit the wall and exploded in a flurry of pink fireworks. The agents turned their heads, jumping when you ran fastly as you could, and jumped into the portal.

You would see him. Him! Him! And soon! At last- you could have cried as blues and yellows flashed through your eyes. You were falling through universes. And perhaps, your heart would be at peace, and you would tell this wayward prince the truth. How you felt. How your body ached for the brush of his fingers against your hand. How you worried for his safety. Despite his many flaws, if he was a poisonous well, you would still drink it. You would find Loki, bring him home, and tell him that you loved him more than life itself.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

When the bright colors faded, all that was were tans. Earth tones. Browns, greys, tans, and whites but all dirtied and plain. This was far from the magnificent palace and beautiful landscape you secretly hoped for. It looked like an average Midguardian office. Except the surreal posters. But at least it seemed to be benign. There were no weaponed guards. As you walked forward, you saw that desks were pushed aside, mugs with coffee stains long since used and stinking from not being washed, and in the distance, there was old music playing and a ticking grandfather clock.

You stepped forward shyly. Just because it looked harmless didn’t mean there was a trap lurking somewhere.

“Well, I’ll be damned, Asgard fashion!” a voice from behind you cried.

Twirling around, you got out your sword. So far, you were lucky to not use it. But that time was now over. You pointed it right into the face of a man in a suit with grey hair and a mustache. He held up his hands in peace and you released them.

His mouth opened into a smile as he glanced over you, eyes trailing down from your hairstyle to your boots.

“Wait, is that…that can’t be! I think I recognize you! Are you Y/F/N??” he asked.

He walked up to you slowly as if you were a predator released from a zoo.

“I am she. Sir, do you know of Loki Laufreyson, Prince of Asguard and God of Mischief? I’m looking for him…” you asked desperately.

The man nodded.

“Like the back of my hand. He’s trying to disband the TVA right now…”

You put your sword back in your hilt.

“I don’t care about the TVA, I care about him…I need to…I need to make sure he’s okay. I need to take him back home, back somewhere safe! I’ve been on this journey forever all for him! I need him! I mean…I need him to go back to his mother!” you explained.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. You caught your breath waiting for his answer. But he said something else.

“Oh, Y/N, you poor thing….” he sighed.

“Oh gods, is he dead?” you asked.

“Probably not…or not yet…but…”

“But what…”

“I didn’t know he had…the clips showed you both together, but there was no wedding…”

“Clips? What do you mean? I don’t know what you speak of…but that doesn’t matter- where is Loki? Don’t play games! I beg of you- take me to where he is!” you cried, ready to grab the man by his collar.

His eyes went soft. You felt suddenly vulnerable.

“Do you love him?” he asked.

Bullets striking your chest would have shocked you less. An electric rush ran through you. You found yourself looking away and feeling suddenly warmer than what was comfortable.

“Love…define love…” you said.

“I can tell, you have…feelings. Not platonic, romantic ones. You have the hots, a crush for this god. That is how we are defining love right now! Do you love him?”

There was silence. The song stopped playing on the speaker and skipped to a trio of women singing about birds.

You felt as if this was a monster to fight. But not a literal one. And you were taught to be brave no matter what.

“I…I do! Now tell me where he is…” you answered plainly.

“I…I know where he is. Call it the end of the Universe and I know a way to get there but…Y/N…I need to prepare you…” he said with a deep sigh.

He walked up and put a heavy hand on your shoulder. His lips curled as if getting ready to spit out a poison he did not want to inflict on you.

“What is your name, sir?” you asked.

“Call me Mobius,” he answered.

You shook your head.

“What could possibly upset me, Mobius? He’s alive and not injured, I have reason to rejoice why would you say that? Loki is alive and once I find him, I will tell him how I feel and-”

“Y/N, he’s there with a woman he’s fallen in love with…”

It hits you like a rock. No. No no no no-no. You began shaking. The world went dizzy except for him. You began to sit down to ground yourself.

“Wha…he’s in love with someone else?”

Mobius nodded.

In spite of your warrior education, you sat down on a chair and burst into exhausted, heartbroken sobs as Mobius watched. Hand still on your shoulder empathetically.

“That’s not even the strangest part about it…” Mobius added on.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Of gods and queens 👑🐍 Loki x reader Chapter 2

Summary: Loki, the god of mischief, has brought chaos to new york. What happens when he meets a particular interesting human? Love? Havoc? or rather--amusement.

Warning: swearing

Chapter 1:

Chapter 3

Commissioned to me by @kitxel-draws

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A stream of blue light emerged from within the floor of an ancient place. A black boot appeared from the portal, that stepped outside, “Ah, yes, good old home”. Loki took inhaled deep breath reminiscing his old childhood home. It certainly hasn’t changed. The next phase of Loki’s plan was to overthrow his father and usurp the throne. Hopefully, his half-witted brother doesn’t come his way. Though, only one question plagued his mind, the human. How fitting it was that she was dragged into this; perhaps, she could be killed mercilessly, or she could be forced to be in his army, bend the knee, and surrender her free will. Loki placed a hand on his chin, thinking of what to do with the obnoxious human who amusingly threw a chunk of rubble on that mortal soldier. From within the portal emerged the aliens who destroyed Earth, the Chitauri and, in their grasp, the human female. Y/n. Her clothes were torn, and parts of her skin were covered in scratches and bruises from the invasion of Earth. The young mortal looked exhausted. Curiously, Loki approached the girl being held; he placed his hand over her cheek when Y/n looked up with a furious expression. “Let go of me, Mother fucker!” The woman tried to wrangle herself out of the Chitauri’s grasp; the alien’s gripped her so tight that Loki had just enough time to move out of the way as a smile of amusement appeared on his face. “My, what a feisty mortal”, Loki chuckled. What fascinated the prince was her anger, how a human can be so full of hatred that the wounds seem insignificant.

The young woman tried to struggle more and more as the prince just sat and watched. “I’ll knock that Goat’s crown off your fucking head”, Y/n tried to punch and kick the Chitauri. Loki raised an eyebrow, A goat? Does his crown look like that of a goat? It would only make sense to a mere human that his helmet looked like he had the horns of a goat. Loki ignored the human’s insult and instead slyly spoke, “Truly, y/n, you should just give up; after all, your pettiness will hold no value here".

The Asguard halls were so desolate that no guard or guests could be seen. To Loki, this seemed relatively peaceful and yet off; many Asgardians should be filling the room with chatter and noise instead; it’s now almost in perfect ruin.

 The woman kept struggling; she wanted to escape this mess and wished for her mother to remain alive. Damn Heroes, Damn villains, and damn the Avengers. No one understood; no one understands the sympathy of someone without power to lose things in their life caused by people who are supposed to be righteous. Y/n was so mad she couldn’t hide the tears streaming gently down her Melanated skin. Slower and slower, her body started to stop fighting, and the woman began to drop to her knees, exhausted. Y/n exhaled and inhaled heavily; she was no match for the god of mischief and his lackeys.

Drip…

Drip…

Drip…

Trickles of blood started to fall to the floor, and the woman’s vision started to twist into a blur; their voices began to turn into white noise. The woman wanted to give up; she wanted to avenge her mother; she wanted to be strong. But how could she when she’s being held back? A vision of memory started to form as y/n shut her eyes.

Y/n had just finished her shift at work; she was exhausted, and all she could think about was crashing into her bed and scrolling through her phone. Putting on her Pjs was something she was looking forward to right now. Y/n unlocked her apartment door; she expected the sound of her TV to be still blaring, but another person awaited her. “hello”, y/n called out. The young woman inspected her surroundings through the darkness when she saw a mysterious figure in the middle of the room. Y/n turned on the light, prepared to fight whoever had just broken into her apartment, though, to her relief, it was just her mother with a birthday cake on a small table.

“Happy birthday, y/n”, she smiled.

Y/n placed her purse to the side and hugged her mother. “Thank you, I’ve had a rough day at work today”.

“Tell me all about it; I’ve taped our favourite movie” Y/n’s mother embraced her daughter with a kind expression.

That was one of the happiest moments of y/n’s memories; she can still see her mother and the young woman having pizza and eating pieces of cake for dessert. Though, she guessed that was long gone now.  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Mom”, Y/n muttered tearfully. Loki, however, stood there in curiosity. The young woman loves her mother dearly. “Mother” is the word of a woman who protects and loves her child. Loki’s face dropped with a cold demeanour when he remembered his own. Though not biologically his own, the woman he saw as a mother understood him and cared for him, the one woman he could cherish until the end of his eternal life. The grip around his sceptre started to tighten; all she must’ve seen now was a monster, a monster of men and—gods. Loki regained his composure; a wicked smile appeared on his face. “Your world is doomed, mortal; once I’m finished with you, you’ll learn to fear me and yield your allegiance to your one, true God, ME”.

The prince started to order his army that carried the girl to be placed inside the castle’s quarters. Y/n wondered whether she would die at the hands of the prince of mischief or his bug army. She wished to deal with the pain of death out of old age.

Perhaps death was better in silence than screams.

anyways that's all for now:

Ta Ta ✨

[thorloki]

This might be a shot in the dark but im looking for a specific thorki fanfic and someone suggested asking someone whos tumblr is dedicated to the pairing so here goes…. Its a thorki fic where Jotunn Loki (whos lived his whole life in Jotunheim and has a great relationship with Laufey and his bros) finds a way to teleport across realms with magic, and visits asguard for the first time in disguise. He meets thor and the gang by accident and they become sorta friends even tho they say some (1)

i seems familiar, especially the start, but i got nothing in my bookmarks. let me search what ao3 has on offer:

found something!

Silent Lies by CsillaRising | 29 chapters, 98k, not finished

The realm of Asgard has been forbidden to all of Jotunheim for eons. Unfortunately this doesn't stop Loki, armed with his powerful magic and even more powerful curiosity, from going there. But the prince of Asgard is nothing like Loki expected, and soon he is wrapped up in a whirlwind of quests and adventures that he never asked for. Chaos ensues.

i hope this is the one!

[deliciouslystrangefics]

Shadows Of Rage

This was written right after the first movie before we knew where things would go. So, this is more of an AU that I never got around to finishing. Written around: 2012-07-14

The journey home was short, the familiar blue light blinded him but this time he did not feel like there was a void sucking his soul out. The unforgiving bitter taste of metal invaded his mouth; frustration forced his tongue to push against the offensive object. It only served to slice the wet muscle, a flicker of pain passed through his eyes unnoticed. Shackled hands and feat tensed against that which imprisoned him, he thought he could not fail…he had an army beyond the realms, an army that was suppose to have no equal. Mere humans defeated them; the thought infuriated him beyond all measure, and consumed him violently. The true king of Asguard, the would be king of Earth had been made into nothing, the taste of his own blood brought the burning warmth of bile up his esophagus. A feeling that almost brought him to his knees, it was weakness and he would not allow it to be…could not allow it.

The journey home was short, the familiar blue light blinded him but this time he did not feel like there was a void sucking his soul out. The unforgiving bitter taste of metal invaded his mouth; frustration forced his tongue to push against the offensive object. It only served to slice the wet muscle, a flicker of pain passed through his eyes unnoticed. Shackled hands and feat tensed against that which imprisoned him, he thought he could not fail…he had an army beyond the realms, an army that was suppose to have no equal. Mere humans defeated them; the thought infuriated him beyond all measure, and consumed him violently. The true king of Asguard, the would be king of Earth had been made into nothing, the taste of his own blood brought the burning warmth of bile up his esophagus. A feeling that almost brought him to his knees, it was weakness and he would not allow it to be…could not allow it. He forced it down, his body was betraying him, and he stumbled forward, losing his balance. It did not go unnoticed. His brother caught him and looked down upon him, always looking down on him. He was nothing more than the weak link in the family…a family he had never really had a part in. Always a side note, always the after thought, always…alone. Loki straitened himself at once; his eyes remained icy and cold, looking toward the kingdom, which would no doubt cast a punishment upon him.

The gatekeeper was waiting, his movements were fluid as he approached toward them, “I watched the horror you unleashed upon Earth Odinson. You are not a king, you never will be.”

“Heimdall…Plea-” Thor knew his brother deserved these words and much more but he could not let go of the fact that this was his brother and he still loved him. His pleas went unheeded.

“However…you are no monster, you are nothing more than a child seeking recognition. Blinded by your petty dilutions of slights that were nothing more than the makings of your own fevered imagination. Your actions have opened a door into horrors not even your father will be able to protect you from.”

A sinister glare flashed across the fallen prince’s eyes, if he could have spoke he would have reminded them all he was no son to this kingdom, nothing more than a stolen relic…he was to be used as a token of peace to those giants, he shared no blood, no ties to this place of golden light. He was born into darkness and ice…and had been left to die because his parents thought him weak from the day he was born. The realization of that brought forth a blinding rage; it shook him from the very core of his being…weak, which is all he ever was…weak.

“BROTHER LOOK AT ME!”

Thor’s voice broke through the rage that clouded his mind; he took shallow breaths as he regained his composure. The look on his brother’s face was shock and concern; he could only nod stiffly to him. It was time to face whatever was to come but he truly believed that he was not wrong in his actions, if the army had been worth what he was promised, he could have brought the humans under control…they were unruly and they needed someone to dominate them and free them from choice. The choices to wage war on one another, the choice to murder, steal, and rape. He could have been that for them, he could have brought them peace. He knew in his heart, he could have ruled them well if those so called hero’s had no gotten in his way.

His thoughts were with the wind as he was lead into a room, it was mostly known as the war room but today it would be where his father would no doubt sentence him.

There was no golden glow to the room that had so beautifully bathed the rest of the kingdom; there was a dim blue light in its place at the center of the table. Odin himself sat at the head of it, looking solemn as if a great weight had been set upon his shoulders. Queen Frigga sat beside him; misery lined every inch of her face, a sadness that was deeper than any ocean. A price had been paid, darkness loomed over the room that Loki could not place, did not recognize. He had prepared himself for rage and exile but this…this seemed some how different and he could not wrap his mind around it so he did the only thing he could, distance himself from it, become the indifferent. He was after all no son to them…no brother to anyone.

Thor sat him down and removed the mouth restraint, blood spilled forth, coating his lips, and poured over his chin. He had almost forgotten about the cut upon his tongue. The elder brother cringed and wiped away the blood and a servant brought water for him to drink. He did not refuse and drank with distain; his eyes remained without a glimmer of emotion, icy and dead.

“You are as your brother once was…you are a vain, greedy, cruel boy. I had hoped you would be the one who would keep Thor steady when he became king, to lead him from his lust of war and guide him in his quest for wisdom. I had no forth sight of a monster growing inside you, it was buried deep within, and for that I am sorry son. I wish I could have saved you from the horrors of your rage. I can not…and for your crimes against Earth, and conspiring with those who would seek to take over the universe…I will not be the one to punish you.”

The sediment was lost on Loki for the most part, however the lack of punishment did surprise him, he knew Odin to be a fool for peace, but this was not expected in the very least. A shadow of a smirk flashed across his lips, so what would they do with him?

“I will be the one to cast judgment upon your lost soul.” A whispering voice floated across the room like a sweet song and a warning. A woman of white surfaced in the room and what seemed like through the wall, silver hair and frost. Each step vanished in a light wisp of what appeared to be smoke. This thing, this woman seemed to be flickering between the planes of existence, she must have only been holding on by a thread…

“Who is this woman father…what business does she have punishing my brother?” There was a tinge of fear in Thor’s voice, this thing was something dark and terrible, and it took the form of a woman. She was no woman; she was something that he could not bring himself to put into words.

“I came to Odin Odinson shortly after your departure to Earth, bearing a warning. The old ones could see the path of destruction Loki Odinson would leave in his wake…and the choices he would make. If you could not stop him then I would and it would end in the spilling of his blood. You failed to keep him from ripping apart time and space…and his punishment stands.”

“I know he deserves death but please do not kill my brother!” Thor’s voice erupted fiercely; he could not allow this to take place!

“ENOUGH!” Fists angrily ground into the table as the king stood and stared at the brothers, “It is beyond my power and control, Loki made his choices…however I have paid a dear price in order to keep her from taken his life…rather your mother will pay the price with her sight. She will spend the rest of her days in darkness to spare her son’s life.”

Thor could not speak, he put his hand over his mouth and shut his eyes…the price was more than he could ensure, his mother was bearing some of the weight of Loki’s punishment. She loved her son enough to live a half-life…surrounded by shadows and sound.

“Why would you do this?! I am no son to either of you! I am nothing more than stolen relic, a bargaining chip for peace! My only place here was to be used, I would have been expelled from this place one you had no use for me!” Loki’s fury clawed its way out of his throat and he spit razors, he stared at Frigga his eyes were dead and iced over with the darkness of his hatred.

Her voice came softly, silken by the love of a mother, nothing he could say would take away the fact he was her son, “You are my son Loki, nothing you can do or say will take that away. No matter how much darkness you allow into your heart or into your mind. I will love you with everything I am. I held you as a baby, cared for you in your moments of sickness and I chased away your fears. I held onto you as tightly as I did your brother, I gave you more of my attention than I did your brother, I wanted nothing more than for you to feel loved. I poured in all my energy to make sure you and brother loved each other most of all and always knew that you had each other. There is nothing you can do that will make me give up on you son. I would give my very life in order to see you smile again, your smile has the power to brighten a room…and it can spread fear, no matter though. You can not take away a mother’s love.”

Before Loki even had a chance to counter anything, the other woman spoke, “I have granted her mercy, she will lose her sight slowly. The transition has been made easier for her sake.”

Thor swallowed whatever emotions he had but even his brother could feel the slight tremor running through the God of Thunder, “Will you take him from us…will he never see his home again?”

“He will not leave Asgard but none of you will be allowed to see him for a time. His punishment will take place in darkest part of this Kingdom…a part not even your Gatekeeper’s eyes can reach.”

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Prince of the Seas - Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky x Ruby / Some Bucky x Killian

Summary: Things did not get better for Bucky Barnes after he and Sam had their adventure. They got worse. After years of living only through stolen moments of his own life, he is given a chance to build a life in a whole new world. The catch? That life is going to be a very, very long one. This is the tale of the life built in the Realm that will one day be known as Misthaven, or the Enchanted Forest.

Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, suicidal thoughts, violence, Sexual content

Bucky set the shield back down on the floor gently so he could sit freely in the fancy desk chair in his home office.  Loki’s golden envelope was placed carefully to the side, the center of the desk taken up by a fresh sheet of high quality paper and Bucky’s favorite fountain pen.  He took a moment to think, then put nib to paper.

My dearest friend, Thank you for the dinner.  It was excellent.  I am glad my last meal in this world was one I was able to treasure and enjoy.  You and your people have been good friends to me, you especially, and I truly appreciate all the time we have spent together.  I am sorry to say that it has to end.  I saw an opportunity to expose my enemies, and this time, I took it.  When they inevitably push the button, it will only add nails to their coffins. I hope you find endless happiness and a life filled with all the love I never found.  I hope your family knows no sorrow and your enemies learn true remorse.  I hope Asguard becomes stronger than it has ever been, and can lead the peoples of the Nine Realms to new heights of prosperity and peace.  I hope you remember me.  Not the Avenger.  Not the assassin.  Your friend. I am wearing the armor you made me.  It feels good.  I am glad that I have only ever worn it as a free man. Bucky

He read it through several times before deeming it good enough.  He wasn’t sure how much longer he had, so good enough would have to do.  He blew on the ink to dry it a bit faster, then carefully folded the paper and slid it into the envelope.  He could spend an eternity trying to say goodbye to Loki, but it wouldn’t mean much in the end.  He knew from the beginning that their relationship would end the same way it started, the same way it had always been.  With him wanting more, Loki knowing he did, and both of them just tactfully avoiding the subject.

A tear slid down his face.  He was almost surprised he still had the ability to shed one after all these years.  It was probably better this way.  At least this way, he wasn’t a burden on his friend anymore.  

He took a deep breath and snapped the seal closed. With a soft flash, the letter was gone, sent across the galaxy to Loki’s matching envelope.  He would probably read it when he returned to his quarters after forgetting dinner and ordering something be brought there.  Loki often did that sort of thing when he got on a research binge.  He’d forget dinner, then get hangry, then stomp about like it was everyone else’s fault.  The next morning he would show up at breakfast looking sheepish and apologizing for being waspish with people.  Bucky chuckled wetly at the thought.  

He stood up from the desk, grabbing the shield to put back on his back, and made his way back downstairs to his living room.  It was a comfortable space, not very large but it suited his needs just fine.  It wasn’t like he was ever allowed to have visitors anyways.

There was a simple brown leather sofa with an ottoman shaped like a big turtle.  There were a couple of bookshelves against a wall, and pictures covering much of the rest of the dark green he’d painted the room.  The green really brought out the dark wood trim, as well as the ornately carved mantle.  He was particularly proud of the mantle, considering he’d carved it himself.  It was shaped like a pair of art deco pillars holding up a slab, but it was all covered in ivy.  It had turned out beautifully.  Loki was the only person who’d ever seen it, and he had been very impressed.  

There were other little carved baubles around the room.  It had taken him a bit after he escaped Hydra to hone his skills again, but by now he was far better than he had ever been before the war.  Nearly every piece of furniture in his house was built by him.  He’d lived long enough by this point that any hobby was a good hobby, and carpentry was one of the few he’d had before his life turned to shit.  Even now, looking at the table by his sofa, the tasteful art deco lamp sitting on it, he regretted having put off building a matching one for the other side.  

He sat down and propped his feet up on his turt.  He pursed his lips and stared down at the little lump under his boot around his ankle.  The house was silent, though he could hear the noises of his suburb shuffling about outside.  A cricket started chirping in his back yard.  He could hear his neighbors he shared a south wall with fucking again.  

He shifted uncomfortably.  His enhanced senses were a real burden sometimes.  He was so sex deprived at this point, even listening to them get it on was affecting him.  They weren’t even attractive, but they fucked like rabbits every chance they got.  They had to spend a fortune on lube to keep from chafing.  He huffed, knowing the thought of lube costs definitely only crossed his mind because he was insanely jealous.  He would give anything to have the kind of life where he would even have the option to find someone to share his bed with.  

“Do you mean that?” a bell like voice said crisply behind him.  The accent was posh, but more in a dignified way than a pretentious way.  All soft sounds being very well articulated.  

He put his feet down and sat up before slowly turning to see the woman standing in the doorway to the hall.  She was tall and slender, her willowy limbs just a hair longer than looked natural, with her nearly too big eyes boring into him in their peculiar way he knew common to her kind.  Even the low lighting of his lamp was enough to set her golden hair sparkling, adding to the atmosphere as much as the scent of fresh flowers did everywhere she went.  She pulled her lips back in a mockery of a human smile, showing her sharp, but perfectly symmetrical and white, teeth.  She was beautiful, much like a tiger or a supernova.

He stood respectfully before the Summer Queen and bowed deeply.  “Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to see you.”  As he rose up, he felt the stifling blanket of her power settle over the room, silencing everything.  Three times he had met this woman now, and both previous times she had somehow stopped time while they spoke.  He assumed that was what she was doing now.  

Knowing she expected answers, he carefully considered what he had been thinking when she had asked her question.  He took his time, considering in the past she had cared more about absolute honesty than timeliness.  She was immortal and very old, so she didn’t mind a couple extra minutes of deep thought.  “There is a line to what I would give for my own freedom,” he began carefully, knowing by now how the fey worked.  Those had all been hard lessons.  The fey weren’t evil, they simply had their own morality, and in their society they had balance, at all costs.  They took some getting used to.  “I would give much, but only that which would be within my right to give, or to take.”  

She nodded slowly, her smile fading into a much more authentic look of curiosity.  This was how the high fey showed they enjoyed things.  He relaxed marginally, knowing his answer had pleased the Queen.  Titania was known to be the most generous, and the most brutal of the fey court, and which side of her you got usually depended on how you answered her questions.  Bucky waited patiently while she entered the room and circled him slowly, using the magic woven into every facet of her being to observe more in him than mortal eyes could ever comprehend.  

After several minutes, she stopped directly in front of him, her eyes level with his own.  “You have but minutes left, and I would offer you a deal.  Would you hear my terms?”

He kept his voice low, just quieter than her own tone, as was proper in her society.  “I would hear them.”  

Her head tilted slightly as she leaned even closer to him, her breath a sweet perfume which nearly made him light headed.  He forced himself to focus on her words and body language.  Every detail was important in these sort of exchanges.  

“I would offer you a new life.  A portal into another world.  A world of magic.  Though you may take no physical possessions with you, you would take all of the gifts of your soul.”  She paused as she put her hand on his chest just over his heart, letting him think about her words for moment and observing.  When she spoke again, it was even softer.  “In exchange, I would take your seed.”

His eyes blew open.  Out of all the things she could have asked for, that was the furthest from anything he expected.  

She took a step back and looked him over slowly, taking in his physical form.  “You are surprised, but perhaps you shouldn’t be.  You are a Guardian, Champion of Earth, a literal god born of men.  Your nobility is known throughout the realms, as is your strength.  You are the greatest warrior born of this species.  Additionally, you are pleasing to my eye.  My husband can no longer conceive a child, and after millenia of discussion, we have decided that only you are worthy to sire the next of my line.  It is but an added benefit that it would also be the first of yours.”

He forced himself to keep his breathing even, even as his mind raced.  The fey never lied, and she had just heaped a lot on him in that very complementative statement.  What she wanted was a life for a life, both fresh and naked, but otherwise equal.  He bit his lip as he observed her.  He knew she wouldn’t rush him, she never had before.  She wanted to have his kid.  His child.  After all these years of telling people the fey weren’t anything like fairytale stereotypes, the irony of her asking for his firstborn was not lost on him.  

His stomach dropped.  His firstborn.  All these years, about two centuries worth, and he still hadn’t had a family, despite that being the thing he wanted most in his youth.  Now, he honestly couldn’t say he wasn’t tempted by her offer.  She’d asked for his seed, not sex, so this was basically more like being a sperm donor than being a father.  He would never meet the kid.  He’d be off in some other world entirely by the time Titania was even pregnant.  

Titania was also a queen, and a particularly powerful one at that.  She would have the ability to take care of any child she had, and the wisdom to make sure they grew into a good person.  Any child raised a prince or princess of the Seelie Court would never end up having the life he did.  No fey would consent to allowing a single fey to become a slave.  To top it off, she had even specifically said the child would be acknowledged as his bloodline.  So many years protecting this world, it was a nice thought that someday there would be people in it who may actually be proud to have come from his line.  It was an odd thought, one he hadn’t allowed himself to indulge in in a very long time, but it did fill him with warmth, even if he knew he wouldn’t be around to see it.

Titania’s eyes softened as she invaded his space again, picking up his flesh hand and holding it in both her own.  “Your child will know of your life.  All of it.  And they will be proud to have been the price of your freedom.  To be the price for the life of a god will be a great honor.”

He looked down at her hands holding his own.  Her thin boned fingers were soft and warm against his skin, and he could imagine those hands holding their kid, telling them stories of his various exploits.  He wondered briefly which one would be their favorite.  Maybe the time war, or his dubious escape from Hydra?  

He looked up at the Queen’s eyes and very clearly spoke his answer.  “I accept your terms.”  He moved his metal hand to grasp hers so their hands were a tangled mess between them.  “In my bedroom upstairs, under my bed there are boxes of journals.  I’ve been keeping them since 2014.  If I can’t ever know my first child, then maybe they’ll let the kid know me.”

Titania nodded her head slowly to show she understood.  

They released each others hands and both stood back.  The queen waived her hand and a little pot appeared with a lid.  She arched a brow at him, her bright green eyes sparkling in mirth.  “I trust I do not have to explain this part?”  she stepped close to him, lifting her dainty hand to rub her knuckles lightly down his cheek.  “The way you have been living lately, I do not anticipate it will take long.”  She smirked as she dropped the pot in his hand and sauntered out of the room, leaving him alone.  

He hated that she was right.  Even just a brush against his cheek from a beautiful woman had put a literal shiver in his spine.  His leathers were uncomfortably tight in certain places.  He knew she could hear him still.  She had really only left the room as a courtesy.  She knew exactly what he was doing.  

It was kind of hot.  

It had been over 60 years since he had lost all socialization privileges.  For over 60 years now he had not been allowed to be unsupervised with any other individual.  In some ways, his more recent masters held an even tighter leash than his Hydra masters had.  Now, even though he knew logically that he wasn’t getting any, just knowing that he was alone in his house with a stunning woman was enough to get the blood flowing south.  He unbuttoned the double breasted leather over his chest, revealing the high buttons beneath on the pants.  Leaving the chest to hang open, he slipped his hands down and undid the buttons, taking his time.  Every button undone released a little of the pressure against his straining erection until finally he hit the bottom and pulled the pants and boxers down enough to free himself, breathing a sigh of relief.  

He planted his feet in the exact location she had left him as he took his throbbing cock in his own hand and began to pump it slowly.  Titania had been right.  This wouldn’t take long.  And if she knew that, then that meant she could see his sexual history.  Which meant she had looked.  

His hand pumped faster, paying careful attention to the tip, giving it just a slight little twist the way he liked.  He imagined her watching as he fucked his own hand.  The thought alone had his hip thrusting forward involuntarily.  He let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering a bit as the pressure built up in his lower abdomen.  He was getting close already.  

He let his mind wander to earlier that day, when he had kissed the prosecutor.  He hadn’t planned to do that, but fuck if it wasn’t nice.  She’d tasted like chocolate.  Probably a guilty pleasure when she was stressed.  The feeling of her breasts crushed against him, the shifting of her hips against his as he had plundered her mouth.  God, her little moan as he had pulled her hair.  That’s what did it.  

Even as the pleasure flowed through him, he was mindful enough to make sure to catch all of his leavings in the little vessel Titania had given him.  He stood still for a second, coming down from the short lived high, then proceeded forth as if this were any other business deal.  He secured the lid first, safely setting the little cup aside as he tucked himself back into his pants and began to do up the buttons.  

He was on his last pants button when Titania breezed back in the room.  “I do thank you for your efficiency.”  She picked up the vessel and waved her hand over it.  A shower of golden sparks hit the top and the lid and jar fused together, sealing the contents safely.  She waved her hand and it disappeared, probably to a freezer somewhere.  Her eyes flicked back up to meet his.  “You have kept your end of our deal, and now it is my turn.  Just a bit of advice, for your new home,” she began sternly, putting her arms on her hips.  

He didn’t bother buttoning his vest back up and instead gave her his full attention.

“The realm you will be going to is very different from this one.  While there will be recognizable elements, almost everything you know will be wrong there.  It is a land of magic, not science.  The laws of quantum physics are fundamentally different.  The planet’s cycles are powered by different mechanisms, and magic flows through every facet of that reality.  As such, it may take some time before your body adjusts to the transition.  You will come into your full power in time, but keep an open mind and it will go a lot faster.”  

Bucky nodded politely.  “Yes, your majesty.”  

She nodded, satisfied with his answer.  “Then, if you are ready, I shall open a portal for you.  Once you go through, you will never be able to return.  You will never see or speak to anyone from this world ever again.  Are you ready?”

James swallowed.  His mind briefly flickered to Loki, but he firmly pushed the thought away.  With him gone, Loki would finally be free to go back to his people, maybe even reunite the Jotun as he had daydreamed about.  All Bucky was doing here was holding the prince back.  

He took a deep breath, taking in the smells of his home for possibly the last time.  The worn leather, the old books, and the light hint of citrus from the treatment for his wood floors.  It was comforting, but his new world would have new things to bring him comfort.  And for the first time in a very long time, he would have the ability to choose what place he could seek comfort in.  

He turned a smile to the queen, hope stirring in his chest for the first time since he could remember.  “I’m ready.”  

She turned to face the center of the room in between his couch and the fire place and waved her hand in a circle.  Golden sparks fell from her fingers.  The sparks fell randomly at first, though picking up in density, before they were falling in more of a sparkling curtain.  She kept swirling her hand, and the shower turned into a sort of sparkling cloudy spiral.  It hit the floor, and the floor started to melt down, dripping into a pitch black abyss with only the light of Titania’s magic showing within.  She kept her focus on her spell, an intensity in her eyes telling Bucky this spell was quite a bit more taxing than she typically cast.

“You simply have to step into the portal, and our deal will be complete,” she said, her voice terse.  

He stepped forward, pausing only long enough to utter the word “Goodbye.”

And so James Buchanan Barnes left Earth for lands unknown, leaving everything behind.  In a single tick of the clock, a thick metal ankle bracelet fell to the floor of the empty room.  The sound bounced off the blank walls, echoing loudly enough in the bare house to be heard all the way up the stairs.  Not that there was anyone to hear it.  The townhouse was as empty as the day it was built, with not so much as a speck of dust left behind of the man who once resided there.  Nothing but a metal band with a little blinking red light.  The light blinked three times.  The next blink heralded the end of nearly three million people, wiping all evidence of the disappearance of James Barnes from the face of the Earth.

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“Shh. He’s forming an artistic opinion” from the prompt list sounds fun!

Characters: Loki, you, avengers, Thor

(All relations are platonic)

Warning: None, slight swearing

Summary: Bored with nothing to do you decide to go bother your favorite Asguardian who just wants some peace and quite.

Loki Masterlist

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Shhhh, Hes Forming an Artistic Opinion

You had been laying in your room, scrolling through Tictok, YouTube, and Facebook. Yhere was nothing to do, absolutly nothing, it was as if the bad guys had decided to take off for the summer. Everyone was getting restless around the compound. You could do anything you wanted from watch a movie in the theater room yo throw things at moving targets but you had already done all of that multiple times.

"JARVIS," you called from youe bed.

"Yes ma'am?" Even the AI system sounded bored.

"Is there possibly anything going on somewhere in the place?"

"Thor and Steve are training, Nat, Clint, and Bucky are watching a movie, and Tony is trying to get Bruce to turn into the Hulk. I would advise staying away from the lab though Miss y/n. And Loki is sitting in the living room."

"Ah yes, my favorite god to screw with. Thank you JARVIS." You said swinging your legs from the bed and padding out your door.

Down in the living room Loki was sitting with his legs propped on the table reading a book you couldn't pronounce. When you sat down he looked over at you.

"May I help you?" He asked coolly closing the book but keeping his finger bookmarking his spot.

"Whatcha reading Mischief?" You aaked crossing your legs under you.

"A book, although I doubt you would know what that is." He saod flatly, ok so you didnt have the best relationship with the god but you couldnt help that you were sometimes better at pranking the god than anyone ever has been.

"Thats not fair, I went to school, college even. I have a higher GPA than most of the people in here besides Bruce and Tony, give a girl a break." You rolled your eyes.

"Ok, fine, I'm reading the history of Asguard, of course not the recent history, but before my time." He proped the book back open.

"Lame. You wanna go train?"

"No."

"Watch a movie?"

"No."

"Swim?"

"Nope." He popped the p.

"Go to the mall?"

"Thats a definite no." He turned the page. "Isn't there someone else that you could possibly bother."

"Oh come on, you know your my favorite to bother." You laughed.

"Fine, sit here."

"Fine, I will. You know your a real spoil sport. Your not making this fun at all." You fell back aginst the couch with a huff.

"Darling your the one that came to bother me. You should be greatful that I'm letting you sot here."

"Ha, as if. Your just mad because I can one up you unlike anyone else has." You laughed nudging his shoulder.

"Whatever you want to believe."

"I have and you even know it." You grined.

"Those where adolescent tricks. None that I would be proud to admit we're mine. I can easily get you back I just choose not to."

"You have tried, you have also failed. You forget I was raised with two horrible older brothers, i know where to look and how to know somethings been messed with." You wink at him.

"I have yet to even think about paying you back." He then closed the book and sat it on the table looking at you now.

"You've tried. The Nair in the shampoo, I smelled it before I even lathered it; spider hanging from my closet, come on I fight bad guys for a living; itching powder in my underwear, that was close but you left some of the powder on top of the drawer you really need to clean up aftet your self; and lets not forget about the dye in the conditioner, I really liked bekng a red head but Nat is the only one that can pull it off." You shrugged. He stared at you trying to figure you out when Thor and Steve walked in.

"Ah Lady y/n, I just beat the cap in a sparring match would you like to join me next?" Thor smiled at you.

"Whats Loki staring at?" Steve asked.

"Shhhh, hes trying to form an artistic opinion on how I keep figuring out his tricks." You laughed.

Loki rolled his eyes looking at you. "The only thing I can conclude my dear midguardian is that we should join together and team up."

"Hey! I actually like that idea. I need a few new tricks up my sleeve." Thor and Steve groaned from across the room. "Alright you figure out sime stuff, I'm gonna go train with Thor for a bit. We'll meet back here after lunch."

He smiled that trickster smile at you. "That sounds like a wonderful idea darling."

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Not By His Will (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

Not By His Will

Raven hair. Shockingly blue eyes. Cold skin. Emerald green, black and gold. Lips that spilled words of fine silk and that held a possessive tone. Hands that held you tight, hands that made your skin tingle with electricity. Whispered secrets, soft touches that nobody would notice, and long nights spent gazing at each other longingly when contact was not permitted.

These were all the things that made up Loki Laufeyson.

These were the things that made up the man you loved.

And now, Odin has summoned you to watch Loki’s trial for his crimes on Midgard.

You remember the last time you had seen him, your heart aching all over again for your lost love.

You had followed Odin out to the Bifrost, only arriving just in time to keep both brothers from falling to their deaths. Loki was clutching to Thor, his eyes wild. You leaned over the Bifrost, your hair whipping around you and his voice echoed in your ears. “What are you doing here? It’s not safe!” The pain in his voice was evident. You were not supposed to have come after him- he had told you to stay at the palace, that he was would return to you soon. But here he was, clinging to Thor for his life.

“What are you doing, Loki? What are you doing this for?” His blue eyes widened at you, begging you to understand, to see his plan. But you couldn’t. “This isn’t you!” He wasn’t a mad ruler, he wasn’t a murderer- and yet...

A small smirk formed on his gorgeous features. “That’s where you’re wrong, darling.” And then he had let go of Thor. Your scream mixed with Thor’s as you watched Loki fall, never to be seen again.

But you knew otherwise. You knew he was alive- Thor had told you so. Now, nearly a year later the throne room loomed before you, your breath catching in your throat. Could you really do this? Could you really watch as the man you loved would surely be banished for crimes he surely hadn’t done on his own. You had to know though, you had to.

The guards pushed the doors open for you and you entered slowly, looking around the room. Thor and his mother, Frigga, sat to the left of Odin. Loki wasn’t anywhere to be seen yet. You hurried to sit, not by the space next to Thor, but next to Frigga. She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and the doors opened once again.

The first thing your eyes saw were the shackles around his wrists and ankles. They weighed him down, but he seemed to wear them proudly. Your eyes moved up to his blue ones, your heart sinking when you saw how cold they looked. How empty they were. He stared at Odin, a cocky smirk forming on his lips. “Odin,” his silky voice said and you flinched back- he had always addressed him as father.

You watched as his eyes flickered around the room, taking in the guards, his brother, his mother and then, finally, they rested on you. His smile faltered, falling flat for only a second before resuming their cocky smirk and his eyes shifted back to Odin.

“Loki Odinson,” the AllFather spoke, his voice booming through the small crowd. “You are here to face trial for your crimes on Midgard. Using the Chitari Army in your attempts to rule the people of Earth. Do you deny these claims?”

“No. And use my name properly. You know more than anyone that my true name is Loki Laufeyson.”

Laufeyson. You had heard him use it before but the name sounded foreign to you. Although now it seemed to gift him the confidence he had always lacked living in Thor’s shadow. “Lady Y/N, please step forward for me,” the voice of the AllFather broke through your distracted thoughts and you rose shakily. Your eyes never left Loki as you stepped forward. But he would not look at you, not until you turned to bow for your king.

You bowed as you stood before the AllFather, rising slowly. You felt his gaze fixed on you, burning into your head as you faced Odin.

“I want you to look into him. Tell me what it is that you see.”

Now it made sense why you were here. Your gift of sight was different from that of Heimdall. While Heimdall could see what one was doing and has done, your gift of sight allowed you to view the reasoning behind ones actions, and the true intentions behind them. It didn’t always show you everything though. It more often than not only showed snippets of why things happened the way they did.

You looked behind you at Loki, your eyes wide. You couldn’t disobey your king, but you didn’t want to betray your loved prince. He already trusted so few and now you were being asked to betray his trust by looking into his soul. You nodded shakily and walked towards him, your nerves causing you to feel dizzy.

Loki’s eyes never left you as you walked towards him, it seemed that he never even blinked. Your gaze however, remained at the ground. When his boots were in front of you, you saw the anxious twitch in his foot.  You looked up into those blue eyes you loved so much and gulped before placing your hands on either side of his face. “I’m sorry,” you said as you closed your eyes and looked into his mind. Images flashed before you.

Fear. Want. Power. You. A mysterious figure dressed in gold with purple skin and a wicked grin. Blackness. And then- light and pain. As though being woken from a deep sleep. A group of people standing over a figure laying down- Thor among them.

You gasped, your body weak from using so much energy and you released Loki from your grasp, falling to the side slightly. Thor caught your shoulder- you hadn’t realized he was by your side the whole time. Your mind raced as you searched Loki’s face for something, anything but he only stared at Odin, an icy glare on his face.

“What did you see, Lady [Y/N]?” Thor asked gently.

“T-these actions were not performed willingly,” you spoke, looking at Loki with wide eyes. He shook his head at you. You had known it- he was and always had been innocent. Yet Odin was sure to punish him for those crimes. 

Behind you, Odin scoffed and Loki reached for your hand. The icy cold of his hands enveloped your senses and it felt as though you had returned home after a long journey. Your small hand was enveloped in his and his silky voiced registered softly in your ears as the throne room around you conversed. “Darling, you have to leave now. I can’t have you see this.”

Admittedly, he had never begged anyone for anything. Not once in your whole time knowing him, not once in your relationship had he ever held that pleading tone. But he did right now, you could hear it and feel it in every fibre of your body. You felt your head move from left to right, denying him of his one plea. “I’m not leaving you, not now, not ever.”

His blue eyes searched yours and saw the familiar smirk return to his lips as he dropped your hands. Warmth flooded to your hands, opposite of the normal feeling when a loved ones hands leave suddenly. You longed to feel his cold hands on yours again, but he stepped back and your heart sank. Thor pulled you away from the adoptive prince and sat you next to Frigga again. He spoke again, your heart shattering as he did so.

“You should’ve run away, love. I may not have done those things willingly, but I still did them.”

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[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Staring at your Husband.. who was Dead very Much alive in the TVA wearing a ridiculous jacket.

when you were little figga taught you how too see thru allusions- she figured if you were going too be a friend too Loki you should tell when he was up too some trickery. It made you the only person besides her too truly understand Loki. And even those he hated that you saw Right thru his allusions you also saw him.. true self. Selfish at times.But also saw the fragile broken prince. It was when Thor was exiled that you confronted Loki thru his tricks he played over the hundreds of years. You were never the butt of his jokes. Before Thor’s coronation you found Loki he was missable but putting up a face too please everyone as you walked over too him, Sif and Fandral were next too him as you walked straight too Loki cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss. It stunned the room- mainly Loki who was frozen in shock that you. Of all people would kiss him. The kingdoms beloved. With No rank or any high society hire too you. Odin had planned you too marry Thor it was set at birth. But planned and promised were different things you weren’t promised too Thor officially- Odin always promised that if love was found you could easily go where your heart desires. He was so sure it would lead too Thor he wasn’t worried. Loki kissed back after his head could wrap around it. Even those you weren’t Thor’s officially - he knew his brother wanted you. He wanted too marry you as soon as possible. He was madly in love with you. Which made the kiss sudden. and unbelievably you were choosing too kiss him.. and not his brother it surprised him you pulled back looking up at the price, “whatever your planning or feeling..stop.” That made the room even more quite as you pulled back cupping his face still. You caressed his face, “Let your brother have this day. And if your good. You can have a dance later.” Loki couldn’t stop but have a chuckle come out as he smiled brightly nodding his head.

“Okay… are you sure?” He questioned looking at you. His heart was floating but he didn’t want too get carried away. He didn’t want too set himself up for a heartbreak. You nodded your head, “I have been sure for A Very Long time.. I’m tried of waiting aren’t you?”

he smiled brightly at that nodding his head fast, “Yes”

It was when Thor was exiled that you married Loki, then of course learning it was all him you and him fought. Of course you forgave him-well when he faked his death and returned for you a week later you did pouch his face. And then you forgave him. Your relationship was complicated with Loki but you were never worried he didn’t love you or that it was a trick. Loki’s a mastermind with trickery and mischief but he wasn’t great at hiding his emotions you could read right thru him. Knowing about Thanos for years and the threat he was. You begged him too Stop and too just focus on Asusgard and let things lay.

He agreed. Then Asguard was destroyed by his Sister. And he appeared. You were use too Loki faking his death. It always made you be in a touch spot.. but when he truly died. By thano’s you couldn’t breath. You weren’t sure how you left his side and appeared on Midguard but you did. And before you knew it. You were snapped..

Returning you searched for a time machine. Figuring if the avengers could Go back in time too change the fate of billions of. People you could also. Change the fate too save Loki.. unaware that you would be arrested by the TVA. After watching the video. Of what the TVA was, and grabbing a ticket and walk-in a line too be judged. You were about too go into the court room when you noticed Loki. He was wearing a awful tan jacket that said “variant” on it. As he’s hair was messy and wild. You stopped in your tracks as you gasped “LOKi!”

he looked up seeing you stunned. “Y/N? What you doing with her?” You gasped rushing over hugging him tightly as he hugged you back you held your hands too the back of his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. It was mixed with sweetness and salty tears as he spoke “what- what happened? Last i saw you- you were furious at me. For New York?”

you were pulled back by the guards as he ordered them too free you.. they didn’t listen as he went into protective mode. And fought them off you. As he went too fight more you hugged him again as you cried. “New York? Loki! What are you talking about? We last saw each other on the escape ship. Heading too Midguard.. what- what are you wearing?” He hugged you tightly as he spoke, “Y/N…. That was a different- this is complicated..” he didn’t dare free you. He never seen you so strained before. and it gutted him. He watched your reaction too his death and asked about you. What happened but they said it was classified as more guards came he said gripped tighter saying they weren’t taking you. As a man appeared. “Oh so you do have the ability too love?”

You looked at him as he spoke, ‘she was charged with crimes..”

“she would Never do a crime! Y/N is a perfect civilian you made a mistake.”

Hearing Loki’s booming voice you smiled weakly whipping your face. You missed hearing him scream at people..

“Loki..- i was-.. i was trying too mess with the time line.” He pulled back gripping your shoulders looking at you, “what? Why?”

you looked up at him as you spoke, “well- i figured if the Avengers could do it- too save billions i could do it too save you.. I Wanted you back- I stole their stupid time machine and I tried going back in time too save you.. but- but your here - i don’t get it. Your alive?”

Loki was stunned, you were always the moral compass you never broke the rules or laws. You were his Safe spot and Never expected you too Go up against the Avengers and steal from them. He was taken back by that. Sometimes Loki doubts your love for him. But you willingly going up against them too save him. He couldn’t help but smile. As he kissed your forehead, “I’ll take her crimes as mien.” He said booming looking at the man who wasn’t in full gear as he spoke, “honestly I’m thinking of keeping her around too control you.. Im Mobius”

“y/N… what are you doing here Loki?”

“That’s my fault. Come on we got work too do!” Mobius said as he walked off as Loki lead you too follow as he spoke “he’s a pain but don’t kill him.” You smiled weakly. At Loki’s awful joke. God you missed them

[mcugiggles]

Shame

I never see fics that are just a conversation about tickling, so I thought I’d make this!

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Loki has a conversation with the youngest resident of the avengers tower.

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Loki’s temporary stay in the avengers tower was unexpected to say the least. Thor’s decision was barely mutually agreed upon, but Loki needed a place to stay, and Stark’s tower had plenty of extra space.

You had avoided running into the prince for as long as possible in fear of perhaps angering him, or getting into trouble, but something was bound to happen sometime.

Stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes, and keeping the light off for comfort of your tired body, you went in search of a snack. Opening cabinets and the fridge, you found yourself staring at a box of cheezits on the top shelf of the cupboards. You were in truth not too short, but living in a billionaires house meant big rooms and tall cabinets.

Huffing, you reached up as high as you could, but couldn’t possibly reach the box. Now that you were awake, you refused to settle for anything but cheezits. It was the middle of the night, so no one was up to your knowledge, meaning no one could come help you.

Maybe Stark has a ladder. The thought was held in your head for a moment before you turned around, breath hitching at the site in front of you.

Long dark hair, green eyes, and a smirk, all belonging to the handsome prince of Asguard.

“Hello, young one. Do you need help?”

Immediately realizing how underdressed you were compared to him, your face turned red, standing there in your big bird pajamas.

“I- I was just gonna get the cheezits.”

“Allow me to help” Loki said with a smile, walking forward.

“No no, you don’t have to.” Despite your protests, you moved to make space for him, and he easily fetched the box for you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled as you grabbed them from his hands.

“You’re very welcome, darling.” He said with another quick smile, walking back where he was standing before.

“So… why are you up so late?” You asked after only a moment of quiet.

“No one is up, or so I thought.”

Not knowing how to respond, you nodded your head a little and looked down at the cheezits. You weren’t very hungry anymore.

“And why are you up?” He asked you. He spoke to you with a layer of what sounded like sarcasm, as if he didn’t actually care to hear your response.

“Umm, I got hungry.” You replied, not looking him in the eyes, which you realized were a nice shade of green.

“Well, you don’t seem to be hungry now.” He was right. You lost your appetite among the awkwardness of the situation. Possibly you were making a bigger deal out of this than you needed to, but it was hard not to be embarrassed in what looked like children’s pajamas, despite the fact that you are a child, in front of a very handsome prince.

“I- I guess not.” You risked a glance at his face, only to be met with a sly smile and your heart beating rapidly. You quickly moved your gaze to the table.

“I never introduced myself. I- I’m (y/n).” You held out your hand for him to shake, but he only held it.

“And I am Loki, of Asguard.” With that he kissed the back of your hand, causing you to blush and avert your gaze.

He chuckled at the site, a shy young girl, clad in big bird pajamas, embarrassed by a simple greeting.

How sweet. He thought.

“Well, hello Loki.” You said nervously. After a moment of silence, you stood from your chair, heart racing, and attempted to push it in, but your foot got caught, making you fall into the black haired god.

Loki’s immediate reaction was to grab you, as he didn’t want you to get injured, and almost in slow motion he caught you under the arms before you could crack your head open.

The sudden stop and feeling under your arms made you tense, heart racing even faster, and no matter how much you tried to push out a “thank you”, you were simply too shocked.

Not to mention ticklish.

A squeak left your mouth as you tried to stand up on your own, pushing your feet on the ground, a smile threatening to break out upon your face.

“I- I- thank you, Loki. I’m good- I’m good.” You stutter out, feeling like a complete mess, the flush in your cheeks brighter than a light bulb.

Loki allowed you to stand on your own, amused at your embarrassment, watching you stand awkwardly.

“Are you ticklish?”

Wide eyes. Red face. Breath quickening. The usual. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say, trying anything, anything at all to stray away from the inevitable.

“It’s okay. I won’t tickle you.”

Doubt and relief wash over you at the same time, battling each other in your head. Your breathing slows slightly, but your face is still a bright red. With a simple statement, so many emotions make their way to the front. Disappointment? You should not be disappointed that the god of Mischief will not peruse such childish behavior, and why would you want him to anyways? There’s embarrassment, why would you want him to? It’s not like you like it. And there’s the guilt and shame. Are you weird for this? Is this weird? You don’t want to make him uncomfortable if he were to ever find out you find joy in something so trivial, which you don’t, thank you very much.

Amidst your panic, you realized he had been watching you, almost observing you. His green eyes were a comfort in a sea of worry. They grounded you. His cheekbones were a pleasant distraction, too.

“Why do you feel so much shame?” He knew why you felt so much shame, but he wanted to understand it more. He felt a need to take away this anxiety, understand it more thoroughly.

“I- what? Shame?” Confusion took over your body, tilting your head and knitting your brows together. How did he know you felt something just by looking at you?

“I know you feel shame for enjoying tickling. Why is that? Are you embarrassed?”

Loki knew magic. Loki could read minds. He could work his way into your head just by looking at you, not dissimilar to the way he worked his way into your heart just by existing.

You felt fear, shame, so much shame, and even more embarrassment. “I- I promise it’s nothing weird, really! I was just thinking, and I was thinking too much, and then I thought about other stuff and I eventually just worried myself-“

Your ramblings were cut short by Loki interrupting you. “No need to feel embarrassed. I know you don’t want to make other people uncomfortable. Don’t worry, darling, you’re not making me uncomfortable.” He said with his soothing, quiet voice. You calmed down immediately, drawing slightly closer to him.

“I- I just think it’s cute…” You mumble quietly.

After a moments of hesitation, he answered with a smirk, “Well, that’s quite adorable.”

You look up to see his expression, face heating at his words. You scowl at him, barely able to meet his eye. “Shut up.” You say, sounding more like a child than you already are.

To Loki, you were a young girl with a scowl like a puppy, and one of the most adorable things he’d seen on earth. He’d have to ask Thor if they can keep it.

“Well now you’re embarrassed, which just further proves my point.” He was saying this just to rile you up, but it ended up working.

“Ugh, stop.” You complain while putting your burning face in your hands. A nervous giggle slipped through, only entertaining him more.

“What was that? A giggle? No one is even tickling you!” He said, walking closer to you.

You remove your hands from your face, saying, “I need to go to bed, Loki”, not once looking at his face.

“Well then, you sleep tight, Darling.” He says with a wink, allowing you to leave the kitchen with a red face.

Loki watched as you walked to your room, nervousness splayed across your body. No doubt in his mind did he think you were adorably precious.

[alphaalnitak]

My take on the Svad/Loki story-

Loki is a young prince when Odin hires a Jotun to build a wall around Asguard- believing he will be unable to finish in the time promised and agreeing to his ridiculous terms (which includes his wife). The Jotun only has a single giant horse under his enslavement, which Loki discovers is a handsoms Vananheim shape shifter. They totally bang.

To prevent the giant finishing his task when it becomes clear he can meet the deadline Loki frees the enslaved shifter and shows him how to return home through one of the portals hidden around Asguard.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

What about a reverse Thor AU? Instead of Loki being a jotun prince its Thor? Basically Thor is the crown prince of jotenheim and Loki is the prince of Asguard.

All I’m thinking about it a beefy Jotun!thor raiding Loki’s kingdom and taking what’s his. Helping himself to everything in sight. Even his bride-to-be.

After a long mission Loki arrives home to his beloved sitting on the all-father’s throne, with a Jotun’s cock buried deep in her cunt. Her abdomen is bloated with the beast’s seed. Her nipples are pierced with gold. Her hair is adorned with braids.

As soon as prince thor spots Loki he tugs on the leash around her neck. Ushering her to continue. She’s so worn out but continues her pace. Sobbing when she looks up to spot her betrothed, “L-Loki...don’t..don’t look...!” She pleads.

But the prince walks up to her. He’s face-to-face with the maiden. Caressing her cheek, he tuts, “Oh darling...who do you think let them in?”

I LOVE THIS! I'M SWOONING.

Honestly, I love Jotun!Loki, but imagining a dark Jotun!Thor doing this? 🤤🤤🤤🤤 Hot damn. I am ready for the pain and ice play, let's go.

[otaku4life16]

A Green giant And A Blue Runt Prompt

This work is up for adoption. Don't expect me to write one for you.

So basically Odin never took Loki and Loki was raised on Jotunheim. (Thor still f*cks up without Loki being there and gets sent to Midguard. How he was able to come back to Asguard I don't know nor do I care).  Odin did take the Casket though and that still has effected Jotunheim. Because of that the realm heavily relies on Loki's magic to help fixes up everything as well as help make things grow(basically the Casket was the heart or something of the realm. And without it buildings collapse, its hard to grow anything, and the weather has become greatly unpredictable). and while Loki's magic does help it is basically a band-aid on a problem that will never be solved unless they get the casket back.

Because of his magic, his royal status, and his beauty, Loki is the most sot-after Jotun on the realm. Everyone loves there smallest prince. One day Loki decides that he wants to get away from the responsibility and being the center of attention and decides to take a visit to Midguard.  A short while after arriving on the planet Loki witnesses a battle with the Avengers. There he sees the green beast known as Hulk and is almost instantly smitten.

One day Hulk is thrown from battle(or something) and while he is away from the group Loki decides that now is the perfect time to introduce himself to his crush. after this instance Hulk and Loki keep meeting up to talk, make-out, and do other things (wink wink). 

Some thinks that also could be added:

-maybe Loki ends up pregnant (jotun's are inter-sexed)

-maybe Loki eventually ends up becoming an Avenger

-the Avengers don't know about Loki. all they know is that Hulk (and maybe Banner) have been acting weird for a while now)

-Thor didn't have a reforming trip so he still thinks of Jotuns as monsters. And when Thor finds out that a Jotun has been secretly watching them he makes sure to tell the Avengers all about how terrible a race they are. (most of what he tells them isn't true but Thor doesn't know that because he has been spoon fed this stuff his whole life)

-the Avengers later find out about Loki and Hulks relationship (probable because they followed/tracked Hulk and witnessed them doing something intimate together)

Let me know if you are interested in adopting this story. Also tell me what you think about this story idea.

[multiverseoflokis]

Monster (gen!Loki)

Pairing : none/ gen!Loki

Genre : hurt/angst/songfic

Warnings : Mentions of torture, Odin being a bitch and everything you get as package deal with Loki.

A.N : again, originaly posted on quotev.com. Yhe song used here is 'Monster' by Imagine Dragons.

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" Ever since I could remember Everything inside of me Just wanted to fit in "

A young, raven haired boy sat by the stream, back against a large tree with a book on his lap. His green eyes traveled over to the group of people playfully fighting. 'Silly oafs', he scoffed. Obviously he couldn't be bothered to go over to his brother and play with his friends. They'd only tease him for being small, short and weak. 'Who needs friends when I have this book?" Surely his book about ancient magic was far more interesting than a game of tug-of-war, right?

" I was never one for pretenders Everything I tried to be Just wouldn't settle in "

As Loki grew into a teenager, he felt that no matter what he did, he'd always be second to Thor in his fathers eyes. So, he did everything he could to prove his worth. He always had been rather close to Frigga and decided to take her help in impressing the All-Father. Day and night he trained with her, mastering spell after spell, to prove himself. It broke her heart to watch him exert himself for his father. Frigga repeatedly reminded him that he was perfect in every way and didn't need to prove himself, he could be himself around her. But Loki was adamant.

One day, Frigga taught him to perform a particularly tricky spell. The spell, when cast properly, could speed up the growing process of a plant, allowing a bud to bloom into a flower. Loki felt that this could be something that Odin would love to see. He practiced it relentlessly, not wanting to mess up in front of Odin.

One fine evening, when she felt that he had mastered the spell, Frigga invited Odin over to the garden to exhibit Loki's progress. Upon hearing that Loki would be performing a magic trick, Thor, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three also gathered into the palace garden. Fighting the jitters, Loki stepped to the tiny plant he had planted and extended his hand, green wisps of magic curling around the plant. The plant grew taller and sprouted a bud. Thinking that he was doing good, Loki channeled more magic into the plant to make it bloom. The bud slowly opened up to reveal a pretty yellow flower. Odin felt a bit proud at the sight and let a small smile grace his face. Momentarily. For, as soon as the flower bloomed, Loki lost control of his magic and the flower wilted, leaving behind its black remains, infecting the entire section of carnations. Frigga had to intervene before the entire garden wilted. Odin stared the young prince, disappointment evident in his eye as walked away.

Loki felt the horrified stares of Thor and his friends. He could deal with those oafs later. What mattered the most at that point was, What did mother think? Was she also disappointed that I was not Thor?

" If I told you what I was Would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous Would you be scared? "

At the time of Thor's coronation, Loki felt absolutely broken. He had been lied to about everything. He felt betrayed, hurt, lost and alone. His world was crashing around him. Touching the casket revealed his past and his true heritage. A heritage which confirmed that he was nothing more than garbage. Staring at the blue skin on his arms, he felt absolutely disgusted in himself.

He was furious that he had been used. That, Odin very well knew he would never surmount to be even half as hood aa Thor and yet fed him false hope. Hope that Loki could someday be Thor's equal in his eye. Odin knew Loki would never be able to be a King. After all, how could a monster be allowed to be at the helm of the nine realms?

He vowed to bring Asguard to its knees, before him, where they rightfully belonged. He wanted to let chaos run wild in the streets of the place he once dared call home.

Asguard was taught that the Jötunns were the devils who waged war. They were the monsters who killed young Asgardians. Looking at his icy blue skin, he though, 'This is the real me. A worthless vermin, whose only purpose in life is to be the bad guy. Odin was right after all. Maybe if I became the monster the people rumored me to be, Id be deemed worthy of the throne at last.'

" I get the feeling just because Everything I touch isn't dark enough If this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a candle to guide me I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me A monster, a monster I've turned into a monster A monster, a monster And it keeps getting stronger "

In all his life, all Loki wanted was to be Thor's equal. To be called 'Loki — God of Mischief' not 'Loki — brother of Thor'. He'd do anything to prove himself, but never hurt innocent people. He never truly wanted the throne either, he would've rather been an advisor to Thor, and be beside him as he rules Asgard. In reality, all he wanted was recognition. The Fates granted him his wish in the most cruel way possible.

When he fell into the Void and was captured by Thanos, he initially wished he could go back in time. To Asgard, and stay in his mothers arms. He wished he could take it all back. But as Thanos and the Black Order broke him over and over again, until he had no other choice than to comply to their orders, he wished for death.

Waging war on a Midgard was not something he wanted to do. Ever. But under his control, every last bit of rage he had on Asgard was taken out on that realm. If not for a resilient group of humans, he would have been successful in his endeavour. He would've been a monster he was bred to be.

When the green creature, Hulk, smashed him into the floor of Stark Towers, the harsh blow made Thanos lose momentary control over Loki.

When he turned around, faraway, he saw a woman cradling a limp body, a baby, in her arms.

Maybe he truly was a monster afterall.

" I'm only a man with a candle to guide me I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me A monster, a monster I've turned into a monster A monster, a monster And it keeps getting stronger "

( not my gifs )

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hi , can I get a matchup for marvel , lotr/the hobbit , narnia and hp ( with a male ) ? . I'm a girl with brown wavy hair and brown eyes , I'm midsize , an ambivert , INFP , Gryffindor , curious , creative , brave , compassionate , clever , homey , funny , loyal . However , I can be a bit stubborn sometimes . I'm very protective of my loved ones . I'm bilingual. I like adventures ,reading , writing ,stargazing ,the smell of the rain and Christmas time.Take all the time you need and THANK YOU !💞

Hello dear thanks for requesting 💖

For marvel I ship you with:

Thor 🌩️

- the man loves your personality you are brave at heart and honest he fell for you after you joined the avengers. He started to act nervous and couldn't help but stare at your beautiful figure.

- your the bravest person there is and compassionate even being friends with Steve the first time he met you. Mind you Thor can get jealous of Steve at times because you guys are a little too close.

- your a agent working for Sheild when on missions he would often try to protect you. This can lead to Loki even trying to kidnap you. He says your like his brother in many ways.

- the man is just a giant bear to you. Hugging you is something that'll end up with him overtaking you. He loves you a lot.

- when you and Thor try to go out in secret it usually involves Natasha trying to figure out why your interested. She thought you were a spy but later she accepted you.

- adventures would involve him taking you beyond asguard, Stargazing would involve him talking about the stars with you, he would spend his days inside your house cuddling you as it rained and he would spend Christmas with you.

- your marriage would be on the helecarrier with the rest of the team cheering you on. You helped him after jane dumped him. Your child is a demi god being the next heir to the throne. They would have Thor's hair and your brown eyes with the sense of adventure.

- your theme song:

For Narnia I ship you with:

Edmund pensieve ✨

- he would often fall for your bravery despite himself being mean at first. He wasn't the most kindest but through you he became someone of passion and commitment or love.

- he would try to fight for you thinking of you as you bravely fight back anyone who hurts your man.

- he would travel on many adventures with you being the kind man he is. He would let you ride around on the horse.

- you would teach him about stargazing since he doesn't know it very well. You would lay there in the forest pointing out the stars of Narnia.

- he would often spend time with you trying to impress you with every bit of strength he can.

- your wedding is in Narnia whether you choose to stay or leave. You would be the queen and he would be your king. Your child would also be of royalty whether they choose to stay in Narnia or leave. They would have brown hair and his eyes.

- your theme song:

For lotr/the hobbit I ship you with:

Legalos🍃

- he is the prince of elf's knowing you he fell in love with your confident, kind personality he was stunned their and then. You have reached out to him knowing humans aren't all that bad.

- you taught him about the stars and the night sky. You note that the world is bigger then he thinks legalos was fascinated by you since then.

- your brave and he would teach you how to shoot an bow and arrow. You would be a fine archer with skill although occasionally you prefer a soward.

- your his queen standing up for your rights and family having known the forest you prefer to train within it.

- he would propose to you by the forest and his father would think your worthy due to your bravery he admires you.

- your wedding would be by the castle as your crowned a queen. He would be in your debt loving and adoring you. Your child would be a human elf hybrid. With his blonde hair and your brown eyes they are the perfect archer. They are the next in line of the throne.

Your theme song:

And for the last one for Harry potter I ship you with:

Fred Weasley🎉

- your brave at heart and this boy loves you for it your his ideal fit of a perfect woman. Everything you have is beautiful your personality and looks is what he's attracted to.

- you have the perfect gift of being a bird animagous. You taught yourself how to become one after Fred helped you.

- you were a powerful, proud Gryffindor witch you knew everything from head to toe. Your even a seeker on the team above Harry's year.

- you often complimented Fred after every quidditch game he would gaze at you. He would even try to flirt with you often acting goofy.

- the Weasley family would adore you, you have the good morals which means they would accept you for who you are.

- Molly would treat you like a second daughter, your best friends with ginny and Goerge even admits he would've dated you. Arthur Weasley loves your curiosity for the muggle world.

- the Malfoys despise you Draco would attack you with hexes every moment he gets. Fred would defend you although you got your pay back by punching him defending your friends.

- you would go on adventures around on the broomstick even trying to fly higher at one point with fred.

- your marriage was at the Barrow Molly picking out your dress and you being in love with fred. Your child would be a half blood with his hair colour and your brown eyes. They are sorted into Gryffindor.

- your theme song:

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta💫

[kaz11283]

Where Did The Love Go

Part 2

My "Where Did The Love Go" Mini foce can be found Here

My Loki Masterlist will be waiting Here

And if you have any asks or request you are more than welcome to send them in.

~ I have been enjoying writing this is so much! I had a little mishap tonight which has caused me to completly rewrite Part 2 but its ok. Obviously it is a blessing in disguise so I cant complain. This was originally requested I am assuming as a one shot but I ran with it! So to who ever requested this THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!! Request : "Heyy, could you pls write a Loki x reader, where reader and Loki are childhood friends but reader got banished to Midgard where she got trained by shield and they see eachother again during the battle of New York and they don’t know how to act around eachother but eventually get together? Like a childhood friends to enemies to lovers? Also love your writing byeeee"

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(20 years after the fall)

"This better be good Nick." You mumbled over the com as you nimbly jumped from one of the beams of the celing. "I have been waiting to get this intel for months."

"I think in the end it will be worth your while. Then you can go back to doing whatever it was you were doing." He said meeting you at the front door of the church.

"I was waiting on the bad guys to come in and spill all their guts about what kind of trade is going on in the Indian Ocean. Not that it concerns you, since I work for the European Chapter of SHEILD." You mumbled pulling your hood up to cover your ears from the cold.

"It doesnt concern me, but you do. I just like checking in. I still dont understand why you dont just come back home, its to cold here." He shivered.

"You sound to much like a worried father." You laughed nuding him. After your fall he had taken you in, gave you a place to stay, and trained you with the best of the best making you into a force to be wreakened with. "I like the cold. I thrive in it."

"A worried colleague, that sounds more professional." He opened the door to the plan for you to step through.

"I'll remeber that on the holidays then, colleague." You smirked stripping off your layers in the warmth of the plane.

"Whatever, twirp." He handed you a file. "Simple enough mission, some guy stole the tesseract. We are calling some of the best in to see what the whole thing is about." You opened it up, the black and white picture of the man caused your heart to drop. Even if they were gray you knew the green eyes, the long black curly hair. You could still imagine what it felt like when it ran between your fingers, how his lips felt on every part of you.

"Looks like a Snape wanna be if you ask me." You said clearing your throat and closing it back. "Are you sure theres no one else you can bother with this stuff?"

"Kid, your the only space being that I know. If I didnt have to i wouldnt drag you into this mess." He said taking the file back.

"Fine, fill me in. The sooner we figure it out the sooner I'll be back home." You said kicking up your feet on the seat in front of you.

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The plane landed on top of the Helicarrier a few hours later letting you and Fury off before leaving again.

"Its so hot here, I like my cool climate ten times better than this." You wined.

"Shut up and get inside, there are a few people I want you to meet." He said rolling his eyes. He lead you to what looked like a lab where a staff was proped up and an older man examining it.

"Dr. Banner, this is Y/N shes here to try and help us figure out exactly what this thing is and what it does." You walked over to Dr.Banner and shook his hand.

"Please, just call me Bruce." He smiled. "I cant get a feel at all about this thing. All I know is that it is capable of mind control." You leaned over it trying to get a closer look.

"Now that is what I like to see in the lab." A voice wolf called behind you causing you to roll your eyes.

"I would have never imagined that you would be here." You said turning and looking at none other than Tony Stark. "They must have been really desperate to ask you for help." You laughed walking up and giving him a hug. You and him had helped each other out on a few occasions.

"Its good to see you again, hon." He smiled pulling away from you but keeping you at arms length. "You let me know if you need anything, ok?" He said kissing you on the top of the head.

"Yeah yeah, lets not get all sentimental." You smiled. "Any idea what this thing does?"

"Mind control?" He shrugged. "Other than that, not a clue." The doors opened showing a man dressed in a red, white, and blue uniform.

"Hello ma'ma, Steve Rodgers, nice to meet you." He said shaking your hand, you didnt notice the other walk in behind him until.

"Lady Y/N?" Your heart dropped at the title, you turned facing a long blond haired man. He percing blue eyes met yours. Pain coursed through you.

"No one has called me that in a long time and no one is about to start, Thor." Anger replaced pain as you started at him.

"Wait," Fury said stepping beside you. "You know them. The way you sounded on the trip here you had never even seen that guy."

"Knew them, I knew them a long time ago. I dont know anything about him or his brother now." You went to grab your jacket snd leave when a group of guards came walking by the lab escorting none other than Loki stopping you dead in your tracks.

His hair was stringy, unlike how you remembered, his eyes were a brilliant blue, not the green that haunted your dreams, everythjng about his was diffrent not the same man you had fallen in love with all those years ago. Tears came to your eyes as the shell of the man caught a glimps of you almost halting him in his footsteps.

"He never stopped loving you. It tore him apart when father banished you here. It broke all of us to see him spiral like he did." You turned back to Thor, anger now seeping from you.

"Dont you dare say that, dont you dare pull that poor pitiful me Bullshit Thor. If you had any concern over me or your brother you never showed it that day, you or your mother. If I remember correctly you two ideally stood by as they drug me from that room kicking and screaming while your brother begged for your father to let me stay." You turned to him. "But you just couldn't let your brother fall in love with the help. You just couldnt stand for him to be happy when you wasn't. You had always been an asshole Thor, but that day? That day you were more like your good for nothing father, and I hope all of Hell Fire reins down and destroys him where he sit on that damn throne!" You said stalking up to him. You only came up to his chest but you felt every word drip with poison.

"You have no rig-" he started.

"I have every right here, because here? You don't rule Midguard Thor Odinson and you never will." You turned slaming the lab door behind you. You made your way down the winding hallways to where they had taken Loki when you met up with two guards stationed outside of a room.

"Authorized personel only." One said looking down at you. "Fury's orders."

"Let me by." You went to step between them, they both blocked you.

"Authorized personel only, ma'ma." He repeated.

"Fine. Be that way." You turned on your heal walking back the way you came. "Every room has a way you can get in. Nothing is sealed completly off." You looked up starting to follow the air ducts. "Dumbasses." You grabbed a chair from a near by room and pushed a tile away for you to crawl up in.

You followed the vents back the way you had came until you was right over the entrance. A steel wall met you. "Ugh." Where theres a will theres a way, you thought following the wall completly around the perimeter of the cell. "I will get in there one way or another." You mumbled crawling back to another empty office.

You walked to your room studying the celings and floors as you went. "Your not gonna find a way in." You jumped as Fury came out of the room you was going to be staying in.

"The cell that Loki is staying in is actually ment for Dr. Banner if the green guy ever gets out. Completly impenetrably."

"He doesn't deserve to be locked in a cell." You mumbled, walking over to your bag to pull out your sleep clothes. "He doesnt deserve any of this treatment that hes getting."

"Y/n, that is not the same man that you were in love with. Hes done horrible thing, killed people, brainwashed others. That man in there is not the same Loki that you left behind all those years ago." A tear ran down your cheek as you turned to him.

"I have to see for myself. I have to talk to him, to get a feel of what is goimg on. All those things your saying? They dont make sense. He would have never done those things, sure he was a trouble maker but actually killing people? Thats not the Loki I know."

He gave a loud sigh before looking to you. "Five minutes, thats all I can give you."

"Thats barly long enough to say hello."

"Five minutes take it or leave it."

"Fine, lets go."

On the way down he informed that of course they would be watching on the cameras, that if anything was to feel off to get out as fast as possible, and that the time would start as soon as you walked in. As the door slammed shut behind you you took a deep breath trying to steady your nerves. You walked up the ramp that lead to the cell, his back turned toward you. You took notice of his battle gear that he wore, the greens and gold entwining beautifully, he shoulders strong his torso narrowing just slightly at the waist. You imagined how he looked without all the clothes, how he had the v at his hips, the slight dimples that are right above his tail bone.

"I was wondering when you was going to make an apperance My Dove." His voice was like a warm blanket enveloping you.

"Loki," you stepped up to the glass placing your hand near him. "I have missed you so much." You placed your other hand over your mouth suppressing a cry. He turned then and your eyes met ice blue eyes, not the bright green ones that you had known. "They are listening." You whispered in Asguardian.

"Min due." He walked up to the glass wall. His eyes flashed from the ice blue to the emerald green that you were use to. "You have not changed, you are still as beautiful as the moons over Asguard during the spring solstice."

"Loki, my heart, was has happened to you? Its as if you are hear but you are many realms away. " you craved to be in there with his, to hold and to feel him aginst you again like it once was.

"There was a fight between Odin and I, Min due, I fear to tell you that I am not the same pers-"

"Agent Y/N, times up. Back to your quarters." Fury yelled across the room causing you both to sigh.

"Loki, I fear that I am not as you remeber me either." You look down. "I love you, I will get you out somehow. You do not deserve to be imprisoned like some animal." You took a spet back taking one last look at him before you turned and walked back to your room.

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