#she called Loki “snowflake”

[taw-k]

Rahhhhh the urge to make an EXTREMELY long post about all my thoughts on Loki's mother.

[cailjei]

The game: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

I saw @silivrenmiriel post of this game, so I wanted to try my luck with her word, FROST.

Frigga smiled at her sons, looking up to her from where they were sitting cross-legged on the floor. Little hands reaching for the colourful yarn, even as she told them off gently, laughing softly at their antics. The sweater she was knitting, a red one for Thor, must be ashes now, along with the rest of their house, the entirety of their crumbling world. “Mother, tell us a story, please!” Thor shouted joyfully. Frigga’s smile did not falter. She set the needles aside, gathering the both of them to her lap.

Untitled Post-Apocalyptic AU

Rustling sounds as the estate woke, the servants indolently toiling, as yet another day began. The sun was dawning, setting the world around Loki ablaze with its warm, orange hues. The large windows of the corridor allowed for a splendid view, which he utterly ignored, rushing through the shadows cast by the elaborately decorated columns between them. The archway led through Frigga’s gardens, which she so regularly tended, with or without the servants’ assistance, no matter if judgemental tongues –dripping with venom– whispered how unbecoming an occupation that was for a Lady. The air was crisp, just on the right side of cool, carrying with it the sweet scents of nearby flowers. He barely noticed them, heading to the stables with long, decisive strides, the inevitability of his aunt’s visit weighing heavily on his mind, as pressing as an executioner’s axe on the throat of a prisoner. The stables were quiet but for the soft sounds of neighing. One of the stable boys (Oscar, was it?) was tending to the horses. Wide-eyed, he bowed his head at the sight of Loki. “My Lord,” he mumbled.

Untitled Victorian AU

Odin had brought here his youngest for a purpose. Night birds sang their sweet, lulling melodies, and warmth radiated from the soil, damp with the humidity of bygone rain. Flowery fragrances permeated the air, as the breeze passed through the canopy of the trees, the leaves’ gentle murmurs lending their serenity to the forest. Small, trembling hands cupped, barely visible in the moonlight. A green flame flickered to life and died off prematurely. Odin swallowed a sigh. It was clear to him why Loki had such a difficulty calling forth fire. His Jotun heritage should mean that in elemental seiðr, his affinity laid with ice rather than fire. “Once more,” he said patiently. The youth’s brow furrowed in concentration, as his hands shook with strain. “Relax your posture. You should be casting spells with the mind, rather than the arms,” Odin corrected softly.

Second Chance (A Timeloop Fic with Odin PoV)

Something inside Loki snapped. “I won’t flee, if that’s your concern,” he replied icily. A detached part of him understood that he was being unfair, but at the moment he couldn’t care less. “I’ll do my duty to this Realm, whatever the cost.” Byleistr’s crimson eyes narrowed. “That’s not what I meant. Laufey may not care, but I do. Helblindi too, even if he is too much of a bull-headed bilgesnipe to show it properly.” A smidgen of guilt, but Loki wasn’t ready to concede defeat. He scoffed. “Our brother cares for nothing but his pride.” “I think you know him better than that.” Eyes sliding shut, Loki breathed in deeply. “I do.” “You won’t be gone for long. Not if I or Helblidi have any say in it.”

All The Warmth Held By An Icy Winter (Jotun!Loki AU)

The skies were overcast, yet no wind blew. The pale streetlights illuminated the snowflakes as they fell heavily onto the empty streets of Arkham. They built upon one an other, covering the ground like a shroud, the otherworldly silence broken only by the sound of Thor’s footfalls, a light crunch that appeared deafeningly loud in his ears. The cold was merciless, piercing, seeping through the clothes, making him shiver in spite his heavy way of dress. He crossed his arms, hands desperately searching for warmth in the crooks of his elbows, as he made his way through Arkham. Apprehension was a near ever-present companion on his journey to Arkham. Were he honest with himself, Thor would admit that he was yet unsure if there was a correlation between the... unpleasant incidents and Arkham. He only knew that, once in Boston, things had seemed to right themselves. He couldn’t shake the feeling that, as much as he had told himself otherwise, returning to Arkham wasn’t a wise choice. But it was barely even a choice, given that his job, and his distraught brother was there as well.

...And Of Those Amongst The Stars (a cosmic horror au, continuation to Of The Shadows Amidst Us...)

As a next word, I propose CROWN. I tag (with no pressure at all) @delyth88 @worstloki @black-feather-fiction in case you are interested, and of course everyone else who wants to can do so as well :-)

[mallornart]

Baby Hel and Loki

If Loki loved anyone, it was Hel, Fenrir, Jormungundr, Vali, and Narfi. I have some doubts about Sigyn and Angrboda. 😅😅🤷🏻

His daughter, his princess. Those tiny arms and legs… he didn't think anything had ever caught his attention for more than a second, the 9 worlds seemed rather indifferent to him, which was why he was so often bored and liked to irritate the people of Aagard and the jotuns, their idiotic arguments were entertaining him entertainment, and yet… He didn't believe in miracles, but he would undoubtedly call the little giantess a miracle. That night was one of the best nights of his life. He adjusted the baby in his arms, on which took a long time, opened one light green eye, then the other, looking curiously at his father and stretching out his little hands. Loki smiled. When he gave his daughter his finger, she closed her fist and after a while she started sucking it. God chuckled

– Hello, snowflake. - he whispered to the girl After a moment, he thought about it, looking at the baby's fiery hair. This newborn was different, he saw something interesting in her , in her pattern where she focused attention on everything around but she was also clearly looking at him. In fact, he didn't know each other on raising children, but Frigg recently gave birth to her second son - Baldur. She once said they were like little kids they cannot yet focus on the person of their parent and not much that they see, because the light is too bright for them. Additionally, they most often look upside down. Girl was observing him on purpose, certain of who she was, he became immediately sure of it. Eventually, however, she lost interest in his finger and instead her chubby paws tried to touch the neck, specifically the pendant with a raven skull attached to a strap, between a strand of brown beads. Loki laughed again.

–You like it - he said happily, taking the ornament over his head - he placed the skull in the roll of the blanket, to which the girl reacted with enthusiastic squeaking. Then she clumsily grabbed the object, wrapped it in her arms, and curled it into a ball. She fell asleep immediately. Loki looked on with growing admiratio.You like bones. - he said - Just like the inhabitants of the land of Hel. It is ruled by Garm, a shapeshifter like me and perhaps you," he stroked the tiny head. In his large hand she seemed as small as a grain of sand - Hella, Hel… he repeated thoughtfully - It suits you. Angrboda will like it, right Hel?!

Angrboda zmęczona porodem udała się na spoczynek, a reszta mieszkańców dworu zajęła opijaniem przybycia nowej członkini rodziny. Dwie siostry i matka żony boga zostały z olbrzymką w komnacie by czuwać przy jej boku w razie potrzeby. Loki jednak chociaż zapraszano go do zastawionego suto stołu pierwszy raz w życiu odmówił udziału w biesiadzie. Pierwszy raz uznał,że wybierze coś innego niż huczne świętowanie. Wolał bowiem zostać z córką, z noworodkiem na rękach, .Zafascynował się całkowicie. Gdy reszta olbrzymów zostawiła ich samych, zasiadł z dzieckiem przy palenisku z kocykiem w ramionach a gdy spojrzał na córeczkę, tak niewinnie i słodko drzemiącą w jego rękach serce stopiło mu się jak bryłka lodu. Mógł być potworem, lisem Asgardu, jak nazywali go inni bogowie, oszustem, nigdy sam nie nazwał by siebie prawym, nie zaprzeczył gdyby ktoś określił go jako hipokrytę lub egoistę,.sam dobrze wiedział,że wszystko, co robi, robi dla własne korzyści lub by uciec od problemu,nie nadawał się do pomocy innym,nie lubił zajmować się cudzymi problemami chyba,że po to by zrobić komuś na złość,ale patrząc na to kruche stworzenie wiedział od razu,że ten jeden raz zrobi dla niego dosłownie wszystko, bez względu na swoje dobro. Jego córeczka, jego księżniczka. Te malutkie rączki i nóżki….nie sądził by cokolwiek,kiedykolwiek zwróciło jego uwagę na dłużej niż na sekundę, 9 światów zdawało mu się raczej obojętne, właśnie dlatego tak często się nudził i lubił irytować mieszkańców Aagardu i jotunów, ich idiotyczne spory dostarczały mu rozrywki, a jednak … Nie wierzył w cuda ,ale małą olbrzymkę bez wątpienia nazwał by cudem. Ta noc należała do najlepszych jego życia. Poprawił dziecko w ramionach, na co przeciągnęło się,otworzyło jedno jasnozielone oko, potem drugie z zaciekawieniem patrząc na ojca i wyciągając małe rączki. Loki uśmiechnął się. Gdy podał córce palec zacisnęła na nim swoją piąstkę a po chwili zaczęła go ssać. Bóg zachichotał

–Witaj śnieżynko. - szepnął do dziewczynki Po chwili zastanowił się, patrząc na ognistą czuprynę maleństwa. Ten noworodek był inny, widział w nim coś interesującego , w jej wzorku, w którym skupiała uwagę na wszystkim wokół, ale też wyraźnie mu się przyglądała. Nie znał się co prawda na wychowywaniu dzieci,lecz Frigg, niedawno urodziła swojego,drugiego syna - Baldura. Twierdziła kiedyś,że takie maluchy nie potrafią jeszcze skupić wzroku na osobie rodzica i nie wiele co widzą, bo światło jest dla nich zbyt jaskrawe. Do tego najczęściej patrzą do góry nogami. Poparła ją Eir- lekarka bogów, gdy oglądała małego. Za to, to cudo bez wątpienia skupiało spojrzenie na tym, co chciało. Lustrowało go celowo,pewne kim jest ,nabrał co do tego natychmiastowej pewności. W końcu jednak przestało się interesować jego palcem a zamiast tego pulchne łapki próbowały dotknąć szyi, konkretnie wisiorka z czaszką kruka umocowaną na rzemieniu, pomiędzy splotem brązowych koralików. Loki znów się zaśmiał.

–Podoba ci się.- stwierdził radośnie, zdejmując ozdobę przez głowę – położył czaszkę w zwoju koca, na co dziewczynka zareagowała entuzjastycznym skrzeczeniem. Potem chwyciła niezgrabnie przedmiot,otuliła ramionami, zwinęła w kłębek. Natychmiast zasnęła. Loki przypatrywał się temu z rosnącym zachwytem.

–Lubisz kości. - stwierdził - Zupełnie jak mieszkańcy krainy Hel. Włada nią Garm, zmiennokształtny jak ja i być może ty.– pogłaskał malutką główkę. W jego wielkiej dłoni wydawała się drobna jak ziarenko piasku- Hella, Hel… powtórzył w zamyśleniu Pasuje do ciebie. Angrbodzie się spodoba, prawda Hel ?!

[lokiswife-dark-fox-queen]

Their First Yule

Pairing: LokixOC

Rating: G: Pure fluff

The Avengers Compound was getting ready for Christmas. Tony Stark never disappointed when it came to throwing parties. Christmas music was playing from a stereo sitting on a table. Natasha was making a popcorn string when Clint came walking into the living room with the lights.

The smell of baking cookies wafted through the air. Azura Stark, Tony's daughter, was in the kitchen on a baking spree. Thor tried to get one of the cookies that was cooling on a rack and she smacks the back of his hand with a wooden spoon.

"They're still hot." She said and he walked away. Steve was putting ornaments on the tree as Loki walked into the living room. Clint had the lights up by the time Loki sat down at the island. She handed him a cup of cocoa and a present shaped cookie iced in his green and gold.

"Thank you." He said and carefully sipped the hot cocoa. He ate the cookie and watched as she started icing the other cookies her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. He couldn't help but smile thinking of how cute it made it her look. Once the icing was dry, she placed the cookies on a huge platter. There were snowmen, presents, Christmas bells, holly, and Santas.

"No Reindeer?" Clint asked jokingly

"Those are on the other platter with the fudge." She said and brought the other platter.

"I know you're waiting for some kind of speech but Happy Holidays." Tony said

"Happy Holidays!" The others said in return. The leftover cookies were placed in containers after everyone had their fill of Christmas treats. The others headed out to spend Christmas on their own except for Tony and Bruce.

"We're out." Azura said and she was putting on her coat, even though the cold never bothered her, and Loki was standing up.

"Have fun you two." Tony said and they headed out. They walked down the street and saw the lights that were hung around the city. In her coat pocket was a gift that she was going to give to him when they were alone. They stopped at a cocoa stand and she bought two cups.

They walked down the trail that was decorated for the holidays and she stopped at the gazebo. He watched the snowflakes fall and she got the gift out of her pocket.

"Loki?" She called

"Yes?" He asked

"Merry Yule." She said and handed him the box. He took it carefully from her and he opened it. Inside the box was black crushed velvet but in the velvet was a ring made out black tungsten with an emerald green dragon entwined with a topaz gold dragon engraved.

"Thank you. Merry Yule." He said and put the ring on his finger. He handed her a box and she opened it to see a necklace similar to his ring but it was a snake wrapped around a crescent moon.

She kissed his cheek and they headed back to the Compound.

[themculibrary]

Angels Masterlist

Better the Devil you know (ao3) - Kalee60 steve/bucky E, 19k

Summary: Attending work conferences was never Bucky’s idea of a ‘good time’ - especially when the rival company was Heaven and he happened to be a demon from Hell. Even more unbearable, he’d been tasked to present a seminar (against his will) - Bucky was more about doling out punishments, less about educating his peers.

So of course, while Bucky is already down, Steve Rogers turns up, an angel Bucky had been trying desperately to forget for the last millenia… for an array of reasons.

Bucky now finds himself in close quarters with his feathery nemesis, and after living multiple lifetimes, was maybe finally learning that there really was a fine line between hate and lust, and an even finer one tethering it all to love?

Catechism (ao3) - manic_intent steve/tony E, 40k

Summary: Inspired by fanart seen on tumblr, this is an End of Days story, with all the Avengers as Archangels. Tony had always known that he was a special snowflake. He just hadn't realized exactly how special.

Cupid's Error (ao3) - Liron T, 1k

Summary: Natasha is an angel waiting to meet her true love so that she can become a Cupid. But when a Cupid's arrow finally hits her, things go different than expected.

Dancing in the Water (ao3) - StellaFleuret namor of talokan/shuri M, 6k

Summary: Once upon a time, a demon (king) fell in love with the huntress pursuing him. It ends the way you expect.

evensong (ao3) - MCU_Dagger, Palmarion loki/sylvie T, 7k

Summary: Loki is an angel. Sylvie is a demon.

They come together in fits and starts.

Everyday Angel (ao3) - Marv_with_a_v matt/foggy T, 3k

Summary: Disaster angel Foggy is tasked with watching over the human, Matt Murdock. It's not nearly as easy as he hoped it would be, but Matt needs him. There's no denying that.

Falling Like Ashes (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky E, 11k

Summary: Steve is an Angel. An Angel with a very specific duty.

Bucky in a Demon. A Demon with a very specific duty.

They’re not meant to be.

Maybe someone should explain the rules to them a little better.

Gentle Sins (ao3) - firefly_flickers matt/foggy E, 1k

Summary: Foggy’s a high ranking Angel. Matt’s a demon. Neither likes to stay on their side of the divide.

Gifted (ao3) - MercuryCeleste steve/tony T, 25k

Summary: Every year, Angels and Demons compete for the fate of 'chosen’, the human beings that are destined for rebirth. Whoever wins seals the fate of the future angel or demon. Steve has signed his name up for years, only to be turned down but this year proves different. Tony is a successful demon who has to face his calling but finds that’s not as terrible as he thought.

horns & halos (ao3) - hawksonfire bucky/clint/steve T, 1k

Summary: In which Steve is a demon, Bucky is an angel, and Clint is a tease.

Keep Thee In All Thy Ways (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe sam/bucky M, 2k

Summary: Bucky was just about thrumming out of his skin. Not entirely figuratively.

Sam, beside him, was much more composed. But there was a ready grin on his mouth that he usually kept a little more hidden. All the promises in that grin were not helping Bucky keep himself contained. They sought these events out like a challenge, chances to be their true selves without attracting too much attention. Or, at least, the bad kind of attention. Krampus celebrations and monster conventions and horror movie events all kept them sated throughout the year, but Halloween and haunted houses were easiest. And parties like these were Bucky’s favorite.

“Can we?” he asked.

Sam nodded his permission.

The Devil is in the Details (ao3) - SilverRowan_Ivy630951 steve/bucky T, 6k

Summary: Bucky got captured coming out of a HYDRA base after killing everyone in it. He was given a quick trial and imprisoned for what he’d done after escaping HYDRA’s control. But Bucky had secrets to protect. So, he summoned a demon to protect that which was closest to his heart: his children.

to be good for you (would be the end of me) (ao3) - sambambucky sam/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Bucky tempts Steve Rogers and his friends to act with selfishness and fear, impulsivity and anger, and it’s easy, satisfying work. Then the punk finds himself a guardian angel.

Toxic Love (ao3) - orphan_account erik/t'challa E, 1k

Summary: Nah baby, who do you belong to?" The demon spoke low into the now fallen angel's ear. T'Challa gasped, blinking tears, all he could do was moan.

"The devil."

Weighing of the Heart (ao3) - scifigrl47 steve/tony M, 46k

Summary: Steve Rogers hasn't really had a particularly easy life. He's struggled along, he's proud of himself, he's self-sufficient and capable and he works damn hard. He has friends and a purpose and he's only a few semesters from graduating college. He's managed, but his life has been far from easy.

That's mostly because of a slight filing error.

The last thing that Steve needed was someone to watch over him. The only thing that his Guardian Angel needs is a second chance to make a first impression.

When I Run Out of Road, You Bring Me Home (ao3) - Summer_Sunflower steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: It's a pain in his back that refuses to go away, no matter what he does or tries. He doesn't think he can handle it much longer.

Bucky thinks he should have come earlier.

When Your Arms Are Too Weary (ao3) - poisonivory matt/foggy T, 15k

Summary: “What,” Foggy says.

His parents exchange glances. “You’re an angel. Literally,” his mother says.

Wing Me Back (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Steve Rogers has always looked like a member of the heavenly host, while Bucky Barnes is firmly earthbound. Despite being opposites, they’re best friends, two men who love and protect each other at all costs. As far as he’s concerned, Steve’s an angel, but Bucky wrestles with demons every day. At night, he’s haunted. Thankfully, the flutter of wings soothes his soul and keeps him safe.

You Will Not Be Icarus (ao3) - OhWoahThere pepper/tony T, 1k

Summary: Angel AU! \\ Winged AU

Little one shot about Tony being an extremely worried dad about his son. Peter does everything in his power to stress his dad out.

Needed some Iron dad fluff with a touch of precious Peter Parker.

[onlyloki]

❝  don't  call  you  that?  that--  you.  ❞  DEEPLY  INHALING  A  BREATH,  SHAKILY  IT  COMES  OUT  A  SIGH.  katherine…  katerina.  it  was  a  change.  one  that  she  still  couldn't  quite  grasp.  katerina  had  been  the  sun,  the  light.  now  katherine  was  in  her  place,  dark  and  cold.  loki  could  handle  cold,  but  not  when  it  was  gone  as  soon  as  it  touched  their  skin  like  melting  snowflakes. 

katherine  would  never  be  the  girl  she  was  once,  long  ago.  neither  would  loki.  AN  ACHE  IN  THEIR  CHEST  HAS  THEM  DOUBLING  OVER.  time  passed  so  slowly  for  THE  GODLING,  they  didn't  even  realize  how  long  it  had  been  since  they  visited  katerina  until  all  they  found  were  unmarked  graves.  watery  gaze  finds  her  face  at  THE  BOMBSHELL  she  drops.

THE  ROOM  FEELS  LIKE  ITS  SPINNING  NOW  ----  -  nadia,  her  daughter?  HER  DAUGHTER?  that  turned?  NO.  that  wasn't  the  most  shocking  part  of  it.  face  crumbles  immediately,  lips  parting  to  make  a  sound.  ANY  SOUND  AT  ALL.  nothing  comes  out.  only  horrified  stare.  (  SHE  HAS  YOUR  EYES.  )  oh  gods.

❝  …  wha--  ❞  that  couldn't  have  been  true.  THAT  WASN'T  TRUE.  he  sucks  in  another  breath,  quick  to  start  pacing  around  on  shaky  legs.  KATHERINE  MAY  LIE  TO  OTHERS  BUT  NEVER  ONCE  HAD  SHE  EVER  LIED  TO  HER.  this  was  something  he  knew  very  well.  she  couldn't  lie  to  him.  not  like  the  rest..  he  was  special,  whether  it  was  admitted  or  not.  and  she  was  too. 

A  MOMENT  IS  NEEDED  TO  PROCESS  THE  WEIGHT  OF  HER  WORDS.  they  had  gotten  her  pregnant.  WHEN?  eyes  narrow  in  thought,  trying  to  remember.  trying  to  sort  through  ancient  memories.  THE  BOX  IS  OPENED,  PANDORA  HAS  BEEN  LET  LOOSE.  a  pained  groan,  fingers  rubbing  at  their  temples  as  their  head  begins  to  pound.  hela  had  helped  them  forget  most  things,  she  had  not  erased  them.  even  if  loki  had  said  otherwise.  ❝  just..  just  a  moment.  i-i..  gods,  katherine…  a  child?  we  had  a  child?  and  i  did  not  know?  ❞ 

that  same  anger  rises  once  more,  threatening  to  return  but  is  met  with  resistence.  NOT  AGAIN.  HE  WILL  NOT  EXPLODE  AGAIN.  he  will  not  be  like  every  other  man  in  katherine's  life.  that  was  a  mistake,  they  hadn't  meant  to  lash  out  in  that  way.  she  did  not  deserve  it.  his  sweet  katerina.  ❝  you  must..  you  must've  been  scared.  i'm  sorry,  Писе*…  I'M  SO  SORRY.  i  should  have  been  there,  i  know..  ❞ 

they  stop  their  pacing  in  front  of  her,  surprisingly  much  more  calm  —  OR  WAS  IT  REGRET?  hesitantly,  they  reach  for  her.  it's  slow,  as  not  to  alarm  her.  NEVER  WOULD  HE  HURT  HER.  he  hoped  she  still  knew  this.  ❝  can..  can  i  hold  you?  ❞

cold.  it tugs at her mind and her heart; the temptation to detach from what unfolds before her is so great, the feeling is akin to a human having the wind knocked out of them.  but she can’t —— now is not the time to do as katherine pierce does and embrace the supposed heartless nature legend has labeled her with.  it takes all the strength she has not to bite, letting carelessly fly every angry & hurtful thought she’s had of them.

this is rich coming from you.  i ruin you?  you left me.  you left me unprotected.  from my father’s judgment, from the wrath of klaus, from the slaughter of my family.  none of it would have happened if you’d just come back; you didn’t.  and now, while i’ve suffered and lived in fear and been on the run since, you have the nerve to find happiness… without me.  who do you think you are?  cutting me out of your life like i’m a sickness?  i should show you how that feels.  i wonder what your precious james buchanan barnes is up to right now.

rolling her jaw and staring resolutely ahead, a breath audibly leaves her.  no.  she doesn’t want to give into those thoughts, doesn’t want to entertain them.  they’re the darker parts of her.  the parts that have been necessary for survival all these years.  but, right now, she needs to be better.

she needs to do better.  even if instinct screams otherwise.

“don’t call me that.”  it’s all she’ll allow herself to say.  katerina.  katerina has been dead for centuries.  katherine drags her gaze forcibly back down to loki, looking into that face… refusing the softness that wants to creep in.  only now does she notice her hands clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms.

her undead heart pounds.  just spit it out.  it’s now or never.

“nadia petrova.”  can they hear how it hammers in her chest?  gods, she hopes not.  her pulse beats so violently through her body, she can feel herself shake to the rhythm.  “my… daughter.  i had assumed she died centuries ago, but —— no.  she had herself turned just to track me down.”

and no one else knows of her existence.  after katherine’s father had torn the newborn baby from her arms and sent her off to who - knows - where, he was sure to leave her out of the family’s history book.  gone without a trace, as if she’d never been born.  yet this girl knows the story, knows katherine’s story.  there was just one detail she was missing: who’s the other parent?

“when you came to bulgaria, i had never…”  voice trailing off, the words pull her through time.  loki was the first.  the only, until she was exiled.  there is no one else it could possibly be.  no emotion passes over her face; it takes everything to make it so.  “she has your eyes.”

[michelleleewise]

Blue Dhalia

Pairing Avenger Loki x Jotun female reader

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of past torture (nothing graphic), panic, anxiety, mild swearing.

Summary: you wake up in a strange place, and need to find a way out........

Part one--Part two-

**dividers by: @firefly-graphics

"She's ready Doctor." You heard making your heart race. You looked around in the dark room but didn't see anyone. You tried to get up but you couldn't lift your arms. Looking down you saw the familiar straps fastened around your wrists. You twisted your arms, pulling as hard as you could whincing feeling the leather dig into your wrists. Footsteps echoed through the darkness moving closer. "Snowflake...calm down. You will only make this harder." The man purred making you freeze. You looked over, the man in the white coat coming into the light.

He stepped up next to the table, running a hand through your hair as he leaned down. "If you behave, I'll do something nice for you." He whispered "I could allow you to go into the freezer for a bit...would you like that snowflake?" He asked as you laid staring at him. "But first..." he trailed off standing up. Suddenly the lamps switched on, the heat pouring over you making you gasp. You turned your head seeing the man bend down next to the table, arching your back feeling the table heat up. He stood up, looming over you when he held up a bar, the end glowing orange. "This may hurt a bit." He said smiling, touching the end to your stomach...

Your eyes shot open, seeing the man with glasses standing over you, you jerked back landing on the floor. "Hey...it's ok, your ok." He said coming around the side of the bed. You slunk back, your eyea searching the room, trying to find a way out when something pulled on your arm. Looking down you saw tubes and wires attached to you. You frantically began pulling on them hearing alarms go off "no, you need to keep those on." The man said walking towards you. You threw your hand out trying to stop him when ice shot out of your palm at him knocking him down. You looked down at your hands wide eyed...what had they done to you...you heard the man moan and roll over, you had to get out.

You stood up seeing a door on the other side of the room. "Jarvis...get Loki." You heard the man say sitting up. "Yes sir...sending Mr. Laufeyson now." Ducking down hearing another voice. "Calm down..it's ok, Loki is coming." The man said bracing against the bed. You didn't know who Loki was but you didn't want to find out. You stood up, looking at the man clenching and unclenching your fists "wait..dont...." he started when you ran to the door, shoving it open you ran as fast as you could down the hallway, needing to find a way out.

"Brother, are you listening?" Thor asked getting Loki's attention. "Mmm..What was it you needed again?" Loki asked glancing down at his arm. "I asked how you think she got here, to Midgard." Thor said sitting in the chair across from him. "I have no idea Thor, nor how she ended up with HYDRA, we will not know unless she tells us." Loki snapped standing up. "And have you noticed.." Thor trailed off looking down "that she is a runt? Yes I noticed." Loki said emotionless setting the kettle on the burner. "Well I was going to say smaller, but.." Thor started "there is no need to sugar coat things Thor, she is a runt same as I, maybe she was left for dead as well" Loki said grabbing a mug.

He began preparing his tea, his thoughts wandering back to the woman in the med bay. He remembered the stories James had told him...torture, mind manipulation...what had they tried to do to you?.. Pouring the water in the mug he remembered the look in your eyes when they found you, the way you looked at him as his skin changed to....that. "Mr Laufeyson.." the AI called out from the ceiling bringing him back. "Yes what is it?" Loki snapped. "Dr. Banner requires your assistance in the med bay." It said "What is the issue?" Loki asked sipping his tea. "It appears the patient has left med bay." The AI said as he looked at Thor. "Where is she now?" He asked setting his mug down. "She is currently in the stairwell heading for the main entrance sir." It said. "Shit.." Loki said running into the hall, Thor following.

"You check on Banner, I will find her." Loki said heading for the stairs. "Are you sure you don't need assistance?" Thor asked "I'm the only one who can touch her, now go!" Loki said running into the stairwell. He looked down, vaguely seeing you several floors down. He closed his eyes, teleporting to the bottom as you came down the last flight of stairs, stumbling seeing him. "You need to go back." He said walking towards her. He saw her shake her head slowly backing up to the stairs. "All they want to do is help, they won't hurt you." He explained holding his hands up. He saw her eyes soften, tilting her head slightly watching him "just calm down." He said, reaching out to grab her arm when something in her eyes shifted, bringing her hands up ice shot from them at him as she took off up the stairs.

"Dammit!" You heard the green eyed man yell as you ran back up the stairs. Seeing a door you pushed through hearing it hit the wall. You frantically looked around seeing another hallway and more white walls. You ran as fast as you could, you couldn't go back...you wouldn't. Glancing back watching for the man you tripped on something sending you flying to the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't.." you looked up seeing a woman staring at you when you heard a bang come from the hallway making you get to your feet "w..what are you?" The woman asked when you heard someone running down the hall making you run.

You ran through a door, looking around seeing a large table and chairs and...a window. You ran across the room pulling the blinds down, the brightness blinding you as you backed up when you heard the door fly open, seeing the green eyed man "get away from there." He said coming around the table. You lifted your hands up again but nothing happened. "You have exhausted yourself, you need to rest." He said as you looked down at them. You picked up a chair hitting the window but it only bounced off "enough of this, you need to come with me." He said coming closer. You walked along the table, keeping it between you and him

"Mr Laufeyson." The voice came again making you shrink down "what is it!?" The man yelled to the ceiling. "Dr banner is inquiring If you found the patient." The voice said again making you jump. "Yes! Now shut up!" He yelled again. "Yes sir." The voice said as you picked up a chair, throwing it at the man before running to the door, looking at the man as you ran into something solid. You fell back feeling someone grab your shoulders, looking up seeing the man with the hammer. "Easy little one, everything is ok." His loud voice echoed through the room. "No.." you whispered trying to pull back. "Hold her!" The other man yelled tossing the chair aside.

You grabbed the man's arm, waiting but nothing happened. "She is too weak, she can't hurt you." The green eyed man said walking over. "No.." you panted trying to pry yourself free. "She spoke brother." The man said smiling. "Yes, I am not deaf Thor." The man said, your eyes meeting his "p..please.." you whispered seeing him run a hand through his hair. "Hold her still Thor." The man said placing his hand on your forehead. Your head felt fuzzy as you dug your feet in trying to pull free. "You will be ok little one." The other man said, feeling him rub your shoulders when you eyelids dropped, the familiar darkness taking you......

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A walk in the snow || Loki x Reader || Winter Warmer's Collection ||

A/N: I really hope you like this one! I personally love writing fluff and this is a perfect thing to put in the middle of 'The Selection''s updates!

Part of @lokisgoodgirl s Winter Warmer's Collection

Warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

December was cold, colder than it had been last year but you found that you didn’t care. As the snow fell outside, you sat on the sofa by the window and watched it make its slow descent to the ground before melting into the growing mound of snow gathering on the bird bath outside your cabin. With a hot chocolate in hand, you knew that your day couldn’t be better.

“I will never understand how you can sit there for hours on end just staring at the snow and sipping that hot chocolate,” came the warm voice of your husband from behind you and you smiled as you turned to see him. The God was dressed in a black jumper and grey sweatpants that you knew held no boxers beneath.

“It’s just a matter of peace,” you whispered, the warmth of the hot chocolate in your mug warming your hands as you tightened your grip, “there is a lot of peace in just a simple action as watching the snow fall.”

From the floor, you heard the delighted screams of your daughter as she played with her dolls and a small smile appeared on your lips at her excitement. “Haven, sweetheart, what do you think to winter?” you asked with a cheeky grin, your eyes flitting up to look at Loki as you waited for your daughter’s response.

Haven took one look at you and the snow falling behind you and she smiled brightly as she held up her doll and screamed, “pretty!”

You gestured to the girl with a satisfied smirk and teasingly whispered, “the child has spoken.”

Loki stared between you and Haven before sighing and shaking his head fondly before an idea came to mind. The God stood and blew you a kiss before walking into the bedroom and looking through his wardrobe before changing into his warmest suit, making sure that everything was in place before he returned to you and your daughter and raised a brow, “if you like it so much, why don’t we go out for a walk?”

Your eyes lit up with such childish excitement that it warmed Loki’s Jötun heart. The sheer elation that he felt when he saw you smiling like that was enough to make him agree to absolutely everything. You were off the sofa before he could say another word and the bedroom door slammed shut leaving Loki and Haven staring in that direction with shock.

“We go out?” Haven asked, her eyes shining with excitement as Loki chuckled and nodded, picking her up and walking into her bedroom to change her.

The girl had lived through four winters before but this was probably the first one that she will remember now that she is five years old. Haven was an energetic child and Loki knew that the moment she laid her foot in the snow, she’d be running off to build snowmen and throw snowballs. As soon as he was sure that Haven was dressed up warmly enough, Loki picked her back up and pressed a kiss to her temple before walking out and laughing when he saw you by the front door, pulling on your fluffy boots and wrapping a scarf around your neck.

The biting December air roared into the cabin when you pulled the doors open and you shuddered before guiding your small family out into the cold snowy day. You turned your nose up to the sky and a snowflake landed on your nose, the coldness reminding you of Loki’s tender kisses he would give you in those rare moments where he used his Jötun form. Haven took the moment of distraction to rip her hand from Loki’s, waddling away in the snow and laughing heartily into the silent air.

“Don’t run far!” Loki called after her, pulling on his leather gloves and beginning to walk with your arm looped through his. His lengthy strides forced you to pick up a sort of jog to keep up and his leather-clad hand summoned fluffy gloves to your own. “You forgot your own gloves,” he whispered to you as if he was scolding his daughter, “how irresponsible.”

Your cheeks flushed before you realised that he was only wearing the suit and not a coat or something to keep him warm. “You’re one to talk,” you retorted, gesturing to the thin piece of material that was the suit jacket, “how are you warm?”

“Magic,” he responded simply and shrugged before continuing to walk with you.

You walked for a while with Haven always staying where you could see her as she began building lop-sided snowmen and doing snow angels. The first time you felt Loki shudder, you looked up at him with concern but he simply leaned down and pressed a kiss to distract you. It worked.

The second time he shivered, you pouted and whispered, “Loki.”

The God stopped and looked down at you before responded equally in whisper, “I’m fine, my love.”

You continued your walk before he shivered for the final time and you stopped, standing in front of him and pressing your gloved hands to his chest. “Stop,” you demanded, your eyes boring into his with a glare, “you’re cold. Don’t even try to deny it when your nose is starting to turn blue and there are flecks of red in your eyes!”

Loki tilted his head before sighing and looking down at his suit with an adorable pout. “But my suit,” he moaned, sliding his hand down the expensive dress shirt beneath his waistcoat.

“Keep the suit for all I care, Laufeyson, but at least wear a coat!” you demanded, watching as the blue of his nose spread to his cheeks and the green of his eyes was overtaken by the handsome ruby red.

Loki sighed and his fingered gleamed a dazzling emerald green before a fluffy coat appeared around his suit. It was a thick coat, enough to battle the nip of the cold even while standing still and the fur in the hood ensured that he would be warmed the longer he wore it. “You discard style for such despicable clothing,” he groaned half-heartedly.

“I only do it to keep warm, Loki,” you grinned before shrugging and pulling the hood over his head and laughing when his head was drowned in the fur and he couldn’t see properly, “you look adorable!”

Loki lifted the hood and glared at you before sighing and looking away to continue the walk. His gloves mysteriously turned from leather to green woolen gloves as he held your hand but you never commented on it as you smiled.

Though he would never admit it, as Loki walked he felt warmer than he ever had during Midgard’s winters or even Asgard’s. Though he was Jötun, he preferred the warmth that came with winter rather than the nipping cold that he felt against his alabaster skin. He knew that he would feel perfectly fine if he used his Jötun form but he knew that would only make you pounce on him and Haven was too young to understand what would happen next.

When you made it back to the cabin and everyone was free of the warm clothes, all hung up around the fire to dry, you were cuddled up on the sofa you were on hours before and enjoying mugs of hot chocolate each. Loki smiled as your head dropped to rest on his shoulder and he rubbed your arm gently with a fond smile.

“Why didn’t you just shift?” you asked softly once you were sure Haven had dropped off to sleep.

Loki’s brow furrowed before he smiled and looked at you with a pleased grin, “it is always heartwarming when you show concern for me, my love.”

You blushed and scoffed with a fond smile before leaning up to kiss him.

As the both of you enjoyed the tender kiss by the window, a new flurry of snow began to fall outside and the howl of the wind blew down the chimney but the fire didn’t waver. The fire crackled and threatened to go out but it kept burning, kept the cabin warm for its owners who were more than happy to sit by the window, mug in hand and watch the snow fall elegantly to the floor.

A perfect December day.

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I need more jotun loki x female reader your fic Just like a spell is great the size difference is really great !!

At your service 💚 Here you go and I hope you like it!

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*Requests are open*

Pairing: Jotun Loki x Fem!Reader

Words: 1268

Warning: Nothing, just a giant softie

Summary: Thor has to pay a visit to his bff the prince of Jotunheim, Jane tags along and kind of drags you with her to help her woo Thor, little did you know who you were going to meet.

Snowflake

"Woah! That was quite a ride" Jane said in between giggles while being held by Thor. Meanwhile you fell downright against the freezing snow.

"Lady Y/N, are you okay?" Thor offered his hand to you but kindly rejected it, "I'm fine, thanks. Where are we?".

It was as if someone threw a whole bag of Styrofoam balls into the air, just huge white streams of snow that rise easily in the wind, a spectacular sight for which you weren't properly dressed.

Thor had mentioned that the weather was cold, so in your head it was logical to wear a long-sleeved shirt, jeans and a jacket, but it did not occur to you that he is more or less a god compared to you, the perception of temperature was remarkably different.

"Shit" you cursed under your breath as you tried to keep the fact that you were freezing cold to yourself, although it wasn't that necessary, Jane was too busy flirting with the demigod to notice and Thor only had eyes for her.

Thor guided them towards an ice palace, the reflection of the dark clouds on it made it appear blue, being near the gigantic doors two guards took a second to analyze the prince before letting them enter.

You felt tiny, the pillars were almost as tall as the skyscrapers in New York, so tall that walking beside them and trying to see the top made the illusion that they would fall on you, so you preferred to look at the floor.

"Loki!" Thor yelled as another set of doors opened, ushering them into the throne room.

Who is he? you thought when you saw the giant rise from the frozen seat, only his legs were much taller than you, but it was relieving that he was much less tall than the pillars.

The two men greeted each other, while Jane approached you and whispered in your ear, "He's the prince of this planet, Loki" now the throne made sense to you. "Thank you very much for coming" she forced you to go as the third wheel to help her flirt with the god, which had already happened too many times, and still nothing, so you felt like you were left over between them.

"And who is this?" you knew that the prince was in front of you when you saw your calves in front of you, "She's lady Y/n, Jane's friend" Thor spoke for you while Loki extended his hand towards you, making you realize that your body could fit in his palm, although your legs would remain dangling.

Without making him wait, you raised your gaze until you met his, his eyes were red, his ruby color, 'what a warm look' you thought, taking your hand on his index finger, smiling when he did. "Welcome to Jotunheim miss." With a little effort, he leaned in just enough to plant a kiss on your knuckles.

"Well bro, I'm sure my lady would love to see the surroundings, do you mind if I take Jane for a walk around the palace?" Thor asked causing both of them to look away from the other, "Sure bro, no problem" your hand slipped from his finger, causing him to miss the warmth of your touch.

"Are you alright, miss Y/n?" The giant realized the obvious, you were shivering with cold, and given the shame it gave you to admit it, you just nodded. But Loki was not stupid nor blind, so he took the liberty of carefully lifting you to accommodate your body in the fur of his coat, right at the curve of his neck.

"Better my dear?" you laughed, the heavenly sound reaching his ear, giving him a tingly sensation, "Much better, thank you your majesty".

"Forget the titles, just call me Loki" he looked at you, realizing you weren't so tiny, you actually were a tad taller than his head, still as light as a feather.

"Would you like to see the garden?" he asked, arranging his coat over your shoulder, so that as a consequence you were in direct contact with his neck, although it was little, he really enjoyed your warmth, just like you did his.

"I would love to" you replied, and immediately you had to hold on, let's say you more or less felt like on a roller coaster. One of your hands lay under the line of his jaw and the other clutched the edge of his shoulder.

Loki found it amusing that despite your attempts you still managed to stagger on top of him, so he found the best solution, offering you his hand. Your legs dangled between his index finger and his middle finger, while he used the other three to support your back.

Because of the weather problem, he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and placed it on your back.

"Thank you Loki, I'm sorry to be a tiny bother" he shook his head lightly, got you close and kissed your right temple, "You're not, trust me, having you like this is actually very reassuring" you gave him a confused look, "Everything and everyone here is cold, even the flowers" he picked up something that looked like a dahlia, only that it was transparent and made of green ice, "You are warm, its a nice change".

His voice gave you such a funny feeling in your stomach, it kept on as you two chatted, talking about their interests and normal life, he loved to listen to you, and you found his stories very interesting.

And so the day went by, unfortunately Loki had royal duties, and Thor wanted to take Jane home, consequently Loki feared that you were going to go with them, he wanted to ask you to stay, but would it be asking too much? the weather was not ideal for you, and he doubted that the food would be to your liking, apart from that he felt very insecure if what he was beginning to feel for you was not the same as you for him.

His internal conflict between letting you go or ask if you would like to stay left him in silence, until you, with your hands gently caressing under his eyes, caught his attention.

"Are you okay?" you asked worried.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to, I mean, I would have no problem taking you back to earth tomorrow, or maybe after dinner? You must be hungry" he looked so cute while making excuses that you just couldn't resist.

"If there's no trouble in it, then I would love to stay" you shyly smiled, looking down onto his blue skin.

"Very well, take good care of her brother!" Thor said while Jane waved goodbye to you, before disappearing through the doors.

"I have a few meetings with the council, if you don't mind staying on my shoulder for a while, after that I'm all yours snowflake" he blushed at his own words, a deep blue spreading on his cheeks.

"No problem, you are very comfortable" if he read minds he would probably hear all your internal screaming, he had called you what?!

"Uhm, can I ask about the nickname?" why were you suddenly so shy? He placed you back on your shoulder as he started walking down a hallway.

"Well, each snowflake is unique here, you will never find two with the same design or density, our goddess Ymir makes sure of that" he looked up like thanking his goddess for your presence.

"You think I'm unique?" you blushed.

"More like a miracle" he whispered.

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Part Two

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❄️Frost Secrets from the Other Son Chapter 10 The Embrace of Ironwood

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Chapter summary: A lot of snow, heartbreak, drama, regret, and the unexpected. Laufey. A "Lokas" flashback...

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The first thing Lillian noticed was the snow. It was like no snow on Earth or Asgard.

Each snowflake looked like a crystalline puzzle piece. When one would fall from the sky, it locked in place with another, drawn to the exact snowflake in which it would fit. There was an indiscernible and spooky quality to it.

It occurred to her that it was like someone collected all of Loki's tears he had ever shed, froze them, and scattered them across an entire realm.

The snow was emotional. But so was Jötunnheim. It wasn't just the snow.

There was an eerie feeling as they walked past the canyons and the cliffs, past the dense thickets of what looked like trees. If the snow made Lillian feel like she was going to cry, then the cliffs made her heart swell. So much so that she had to take extra breaths.

It seemed as if hidden in the clouds were the emotions of endless lifetimes of experiences. Separations, marriages, births, all the wars. Lillian considered that this must be the Jötunn way. If it could be devastating at times for humans to carry their emotions, what had it been like for the Jötunn? What had they discovered about their survival that resulted in such a dramatic evolution? When she went deep into her heart, she felt the truth, Jötunn deemed their bodies unsafe places to feel anything.

To circumvent the consequences of their sensitive, dynamic physiology, they created a way for emotions to exist still, just not in a personal way. Jötunn's choices and their lives were guided by something else. Something far more mysterious and perhaps unknowable to even the most adept Aesir to comprehend.

No wonder they were both drawn to one another and, in the last centuries, at war with one another.

The Aesir were much like humans, driven by the forces of their emotional lives. When Lillian thought about her lover Loki, her child's father, she wondered if his struggles to "do the right thing" often didn't have the same emotional motivation or even sense of right or wrong.

Whatever love he had learned to feel was like the siður Frigga had taught him. If he excelled at using his siður, would he someday excel at love too?

All this sudden revelatory insight was a dizzying experience for the first kilometers of their trek. She mostly endured the disorientation of encountering the emotional ecosystem of Jötunnheim alone, afraid to speak of it to Loki for the moment.

She had gotten so big seemingly overnight, her health stable for the moment, and she had succeeded at keeping herself and the baby alive. Being so far along in her pregnancy made their hike difficult, though. Loki constantly asked Lillian if he needed to carry her, which was kind but unrealistic. She would only ask him if it came to that.

They had been on Jötunnheim for less than an hour, and Lillian's curiosity had already supplanted her fear, as it often did. She remembered Loki calling her brave. She wished she would have corrected him then. She was not courageous, just easily curious.

In this receptive state, she was able to carry them both forward. Loki was practically ghostly.

His pale white skin matched the layers of snow and ice they walked through. The silence he afforded also gave him a spectral aspect. Individual snowflakes landed in the fur of his cold weather cloak. He pulled up the hood and became fixed in his thinking. He just wanted to arrive at their destination as quickly as possible and then leave quickly.

Heimdall had landed them on what Asgardians would call bergkløft, further enough away from being quickly detected, but this meant a long, arduous hike in deep snow to the location most likely to be occupied by what Loki and Lillian hoped were the Jötunn version of healers or doctors. They could be scientists like on Earth for all they both cared. Someone must know how to keep a frost giant child alive inside her body.

The area they were in search of was similar to the entryway to the trans-dimensional portal of the lapis cave on Asgard. This choice made the most sense as a starting place, and Heimdall could see the portal between their worlds enough to use the Bifrost to transport them.

Much of their relationship had been like this, guessing the best course of action and moving forward into the unknown.

It was invigorating to Loki, who was experiencing a new future unfolding for the first time in his life, even if it was harrowing and much more dangerous than his previous course of longing for a throne he would never have and bidding for attentions never given.

He had the attention of Lillian.

He would have the attention of his son, once he was here safely. Yet still, something was eating at him. Even in such a risky situation as they now found themselves in. Even as he watched Lillian walk beside him, her long brown hair framing the face he found arresting to his senses, Loki could not quite picture the happy ending his growing feelings seemed so desperate to discover with her.

He wanted more time with Lillian that he knew for sure. More time as lovers, parents to a young, complicated child, more time to know one another.

Loki mused that some of the previous lovers he had known for centuries. Lukas was with him for decades off and on. More than someone who just warmed his bed. Although bitterness had crept into their connection, Lukas had fallen more deeply in love with Loki than he was capable.

Loki wouldn't let himself imagine being officially tied to Lukas for reasons he could never explain thoroughly enough for Lukas' liking. So, they both moved on. Although they would find themselves in familiar spots, chapters of the lives they thought were closed would re-open, right where they left off…As he was walking, Loki found himself lost in a particular memory-

Trondheim, Norway-Midgard, another century ago…

They were drunk by Midgardian standards.

Shoving their way out of the crowded dining hall. Lukas was careful not to hold Loki's hand amongst the more primitive Nords. They celebrated their help in successfully planting crops and obtaining a viable harvest, a rarity in the rock-laden landscape that would break any metal equipment that dared dig a meter or more to plant any seed.

Odin had sent Loki down to help them. Loki reluctantly went, but only if he could sneak his lover with him. It had been a long time since they had seen one another. Loki was the god of the field and Lukas' bed, as he liked to tease him.

It was midnight, late in the summer, early fall. Seasons on Midgard were such a novelty. They had just finished a swim in the tepid water, also a passing novelty. Norway was not a warm place for long. Water was the first thing to get too cold. Besides Loki's heart, Lukas also liked to say

"L," as Loki called him then, would tease him about these things, but primarily he would tease him about his hair. The way he flipped it around, the way it curled perfectly, and looked greasy and unkept all at once. The way all light sources seemed to be incapable of reflecting off it. The black of Loki's hair simply absorbed the light…

That night, they tumbled around the handmade quilt L had laid out by the lake shore. Jousting, pinching, punching, choking one another until someone called it. It was always sudden when their playfulness became something more.

Without much notice, Loki's pants were off, and he was in L's mouth.

L teased, "you're still so huge."

Loki gasped for breath, trying to find a way to reply, "you're exaggerating, you shouldn't, you don't need to, not with me anyway."

He didn't stop, "you know how big you are."

"Don't the ladies still tell you?" he teased again.

Between lavishly sucking his cock, L said, "they must not notice your hair when staring at your cock. It's a distraction," he laughed more before taking him deeper.

"Fuck you," Loki said, barely audibly.

"Please fuck me," L replied as he pulled Loki onto him, their hands clasped. Loki looked over his shoulder, checking again if they were truly alone. He grabbed him, held his cock roughly, stoking it, then plunging his mouth over the tip. L wasn't so small himself, but Loki could never tell him. He didn't speak to L like that.

So much time had passed since they had last seen one another. Before Trondheim, they had been untraceable to one another. Covering their tracks in the snow.

"Are you going to do this?" L said, now out of breath, fingers laced in his hair.

"Obviously, but you need to shut up first," Loki said as he fumbled, pushing L's legs up.

"Shush."

Loki closed his eyes as he entered him. Then he opened them widely. He wanted to see his face and his laughter. He always laughed so much with him. It was absurd to fuck your best friend. But they did. They always had. For all the women in their lives who didn't understand, there would be one who loved it and ones that wanted to join in… They didn't usually let them. They didn't talk about it either. It was just understood somehow. "Something impossible," according to L.

But wasn't it like that for most people you've known for so long? If it was not love, then it was simply just time. Enough time would make anyone bound to you. At least, that was what Loki reasoned.

He had only known Lillian for eight months.

What more was there to her? She was a brilliant journalist and had a whole life back on Earth. A family and her friends. All of this was seemingly forgotten as the energy of their connection condensed everything into their binary star-Loki and Lillian.

He liked the sound of their names together. What made Lillian different than the countless women and men? He never had a pregnancy scare with any of his other lovers. Why was this happening now, and with a human?

On his best days, he only focused on the task of the moment, but today even in the middle of such danger, he considered her humanness and the additional burden she was bringing.

Their joyful lovemaking in the library. In another dimension, they would have stayed playful lovers, slowly growing either more and more attached or eventually finding themselves annoyed with the inevitable shortcomings of one another—the usual.

Instead, they conceived a baby, on the solstice, in the royal library, and this child revealed his parent's deceit. Despite all his judgment and confusion, he loved her. Or something like that, at least. He knew this in his heart, even if it was getting harder and harder to express. Even if he couldn't see the future, the present drove him to do the noble thing. Stand by Lillian. Make this right.

"Lillian, the cave," Loki pointed to the round, similar basalt structures to the east of them. They had finally arrived.

"We can do this. We are almost there," she spoke back to Loki, although primarily reassuring herself. Loki noticed her fatigue.

"I want to carry you the rest of the way, Lilly. Will you let me? You must be exhausted."

She let him.

He picked her up with his large hands and carried her. Looking up at him with a broad smile, he seemed to struggle slightly.

"Your son is getting big if you haven't noticed," she said, laughing now, folding an errant hair behind her ear.

"Oh, I noticed," Loki replied with a smug smile etching his face.

Moments like this, they felt like a couple, not just two desperate people trekking in a dangerous realm. His strained face made both laugh every few steps until they reached the cave. He gently slid her out of his arms and back onto the frozen landscape.

They were still alone. No Jötunn had detected them. Loki had cast a shield around them, a kind of cloaking device, but Lilly knew it might not work for their son. If he had made his appearance known on Asgard, what were the chances someone on Jötunnheim might also sense him?

From Laufey's perspective, they had two choices. The first was to deploy soldiers to the old cave where they had detected the sign of a lone Jötunn or ignore it, let the Jötunn perish in the blistering cold with no resources. If a Jötunn was that ignorant to be alone and unaccounted for, their death was fitting, even under the current circumstances in Jötunnheim. It was simple.

Usually, he excelled at such simple decisions.

Had Laufey not dreamed of his lost son only a few months ago, he would have just made his decision, but Azira's image haunted him. Something felt out of place in his usual planning and the order of his reconstruction and rule of Jötunnheim.

The only logical conclusion was that perhaps his son had been found, this thought would not leave his mind, and it was not something he could tell anyone else. His son's life had become hidden, forgotten, erased. Only he and Azira knew of him if she was still alive. If this son were still alive, he would be the rightful heir to the throne or worse.

A thousand thoughts complicated Laufey's evening. He should have been attending to the latest challenges his council were appraising him of, yet he could not think well enough to listen to them.

Indeed, Jötunnheim was not a place of abundance.

Not only were frost giants waning in numbers but also food, resources-including anything extra that would bring life meaning. Even their connection to their gods was changing. Many frost giants had lost their faith. Political infighting had worn down the potency of his rule. Under such austerities, every Jötunn was accounted for and known. It was the only way Laufey was holding on to any power.

Although it would not befit a king to travel to a remote area of his realm for one possible Jötunn who was out of place, he could not explain his journey other than it would do him well to get away from the political strife for a little while. This his most trusted allies understood and believed. For the moment.

It would take a few days by foot to reach the cave. He was unfamiliar with a feeling of hope or even the drive propelling him on this journey. Yet, in the darkness of night, he embarked to see what might be waiting for him, even if only his dreams were unaccounted for.

When Laufey finally reached them, the change had already taken place. Lillian exited the cave, her blue legs wobbly, while Loki helped her navigate her large unfamiliar body. He held her hand and looked at her with a gaze of astonishment. The round pregnant belly she displayed was marked with the lines of Laufey's people.

Laufey stared at the seemingly Aesir man and held his breath.

What was left of his feeling heart rattled. He placed his hand over his chest, trying to calm himself, even with his raven hair and eyes the color of Jötunn lakes.

Laufey knew.

He knew he was staring at his son.

Laufey could see Loki's tender concern for the woman, but he could also see a bold countenance behind his supportive appearance. This concerned him, and why had he taken on the appearance of their enemies?

Was he a sorcerer or a mage? Further, Laufey's intuition was highly sensitive since his emotions were not clouding his clarity.

He also knew the woman his son was with was not a frost giant.

They were both concealing their identities, but why?

He lingered his gaze on her.

His son's wife or lover.

Laufey could not tell which she was. His son did not seem betrothed.

Lillian's pregnant belly alighted feelings in him long forgotten. Memories of Azira flashed through his mind. He had been there when she gave birth to Loki and practically delivered the child by himself. The war had devastated their entire realm, and no healers were left.

The known world for Laufey was collapsing, but he stayed hiding in the ice-covered landscape. He knew they had risked their lives and the tentative peace between Jötunnheim and Asgard just being there.

If he made his way towards them, more was at stake than the chance to reclaim his son and investigate what was happening with the woman and their child…

Where had his son been all these years? He asked himself again, shaking his head in disbelief. A long blue hand covered his mouth as if to stop him from calling out to Loki. So many unanswerable questions charged the marginal peace he was clinging to with a strange protective feeling. However, he was unclear about just what he felt protective of.

He wouldn't sleep tonight.

He let them leave. He knew it was best for him to wait this out.

There would be a time when he would make his presence known. Not today.

Loki was stunned. For Lillian to change her body. To willingly transform into the most despised creature, himself.

It had been the only way, according to the Jötunn healer poet Lyra, a woman with no children of her own but with the ability to protect the ones coming into the realms. She was stalwart about their options. Lillian must change into a frost giant body. The child would not live otherwise. There was no other choice.

"She might not be able to turn back. You should know this before we go further," Lyra said briskly, brushing past them both with tall glass bottles in her hands. She proceeded to pour them into a metal cup, preparing the concoction that would turn Lillian. She looked up at them, waiting for a response as she stirred.

Lillian did not need any time to think. She simply said, "I'll do it. I will take the risk of possibly permanently staying a frost giant."

Loki was not sure at all that this was their final option.

"Lillian, where will we live if you change into a frost giant? How will we ever be together? How will our child ever have a family? This might be forever. You cannot risk this. We must simply take the chance and try and deliver our son back to Asgard. We will face it if he's truly a frost giant."

She stared through him, not knowing how to answer his questions so laced with his fears. It was clear, though, what he was actually saying between his breaths and long sentences.

He would not become a frost giant with her, should it come to that.

"You wouldn't change along with me, Loki? If I can't go back?"

"Lillian, how can you ask me this? Isn't this crisis in our child's wellbeing and life enough? Why must I go into this too?"

The wind outside the healer's cave picked up just then. Swirls of snow blew past the dark entrance, some getting inside, landing on Loki's long eyelashes as he paced back and forth.

Lyra was busying herself, but it was clear she was listening. She was a frost giant. This seemingly Aesir man was behaving offensively to even her high tolerance. She dropped one of the smaller glass bottles to the cave floor, shattering, leaving dried flowers strewn.

"My lady, I am so sorry," Lillian offered as she knelled down to help pick them up.

"No, do not help me. Sit down and rest. I am the one who dropped the bottle. Your husband's tongue is sharp and cutting to my nerves."

"He is not my husband," Lillian said, almost in sync with Lyra's growing agitation.

"Well, what is he then to you?"

She looked at Loki, now sitting on an old stool too big for his small Aesir body. It looked like a couch. He looked so sad and innocent. Scared. His life was becoming impossible to ever return to, this was at the heart of his fear.

Finally speaking, "he's the father of my child. I love him dearly, but he doesn't yet know what he wants. Sometimes his fears get in the way of my feelings for him."

Lillian couldn't believe she said that out loud.

Lyra noticed the shock on Lillian's face, "The cave is known for its truth-giving properties. This is also why I also know that this is the only option for you," she said, handing the steaming cup to Lillian.

Loki stepped in between them. He held Lillian's shoulders with his large hands. He turned his head, looking back at Lyra.

"What if she is killed in the process? What if my son is harmed? How can you guarantee they will live!" Loki was hysterical.

"Young man, a frost giant yourself, look deep within for the answer. I have no time for the fears of those who raised you to be something other than who you truly are. I will only answer you when you speak as your true self," Lyra's eyes flashed deep crimson at Loki.

"I can't be here for this. I can't watch," Loki shuddered, almost feeling faint.

While Loki was talking to Lyra, Lillian already drank the potion. She sat the cup down on the table.

Lyra noticed and approved, "Good job, brave girl. Now lay down. I'll cover you up and when you wake, you will be "another yourself," as we say here. We are not afraid of many bodies, many lives, being more than just what we see in the mirror, and soon you won't be either."

Loki was dumbstruck. What little control he felt he had in the situation was utterly gone. Lillian was asleep quickly under many large blankets and furs. They engulfed her body until you could only see the top of her head.

"Son, let her sleep. Come see," Lyra pointed for him to sit with her. She pulled out an old book, like the kind he enjoyed reading back home. He did not know whether to stop looking or keep looking, afraid of what he would see or not see, but he joined Lyra, tired and weary.

"She will be fine," Lyra reassured him.

"Loki-I wonder something, have you thought of names for your son?"

He was amazed at this question. Why was the healer asking him this?

"No. We haven't the chance," he said, running his hands through his long hair.

She flipped the yellowed pages and came to an illustration next to a gilded script. Holding the book up in the dim light, she said, "How about Kasse?"

"Why Kasse?" Loki had rarely heard this name.

He grabbed the book from her and inspected the picture. It was of a handsome man holding a flag, standing next to a slayed Midgard dragon-like creature.

Lyra explained, "Kasse was a great leader, from a city in Midgard, many years ago. You must have been young then, or maybe not yet born. He was part frost giant and part human. One of the first ones. He was a shapeshifter. His life was long and interesting, with the kind of heartbreak that made his heart stronger, not weaker," she continued.

Loki was intrigued but still wrestling with understanding why Lyra chose this particular man.

"Will you consider it at least? Tell your wife."

"She's not my wife. We already told you we aren't married."

"When will you ask her then, young man? How much longer will you wait? Or are you the type to only marry if you can steal her from another, only interested in a prize?"

"Enough," Loki got up.

"I'll consider your name, but you will go no further with your insults to my character."

Lyra smiled and looked over at Lillian. The blankets that once engulfed her were now right-sized for her new body.

She had become a frost giant.

Loki did not expect to feel the way he did. He could not look at her.

Her once beautiful features were now blue, gargantuan, and covered in lines, archaic and tribal. It was what he looked like without his Aesir siður. It disgusted him.

She did what she had to do to save their son, but now she was a walking reminder of all he hated about himself.

While studying Loki's troubling reactions to Lillian, Lyra reached into one of her old desks and pulled out an old tarnished locket. While Lillian was still waking up, she opened Loki's hand and placed it in it, closing his fingers around it.

"You will know what to do with this, but likely not a moment before you have to use it."

This was an unnecessarily vague statement. Loki looked at Lyra with slight disdain but agreed to keep it, even if it seemed to serve no purpose. His regard fit similarly to her suggestion that they name their child Kasse.

When Lillian was roused enough to stand, Lyra gave her the suggestion of relocating immediately to Ostrya.

"Good, you are awake," Lyra said, standing over Lillian, helping her to her feet.

Lillian felt her body, checking to ensure she still had two arms and two legs. She checked her reflection cast from the metal cabinet tucked away in the corner of the healer's cave workshop. She could see her ruby eyes staring back at her. It was distressing yet comforting. She felt her son stirring in her belly. He seemed to approve of his new home for a little bit longer.

Looking at Loki was too much; she knew he must be feeling partially relieved and partially repulsed.

Lyra was reading her thoughts like any good healer is apt to do, something Lillian was slowly growing more comfortable with; she stood next to her and spoke, glancing over at the worried Loki in the corner.

"You don't have a place to go, child. Asgard is not safe. Jötunnheim is not safe. Earth is not safe, except for Ostrya. Please have that kind Heimdall transport you there. Do not return to Asgard. Do you hear me, both of you, don't go back there until after Kasse is born safely."

"Kasse?" Lillian spoke quietly, getting used to the changes in her voice.

Loki stood closer to her side, trying with all his ability to pretend she was still the woman he loved.

"Lyra says we are to name him Kasse," Loki said, looking at her belly, wondering if something had happened to his son or if he still had the same noisy, emotional energy. He stopped himself from touching Lillian's belly and finding his connection to him again. He would wait until later when he could handle the onslaught of tumult raging through him with more grace.

"It's beautiful. I like it. Kasse Lokison, he sounds like a warrior," Lillian said, a proud smile beaming across her face. She glanced at Loki, searching for his approval. Loki smiled weakly back, his mind in other places.

Lyra came and hugged Lillian, "yes, a warrior's name for your son would be fitting."

Lillian hugged Lyra tightly back, feeling the desire to touch her forehead to hers. She followed her instinct and did so. Lyra returned the gesture. Loki intercepted and guided Lillian towards the cave entrance.

"If we are to head to Midgard, then we should leave. We thank you, Lyra, for your help," Loki attempted to wave goodbye to Lyra as he took Lillian's arm and led her out of the cave awkwardly, her new body clumsy and not coordinated.

"Can you let Heimdall know Loki?" Lillian said hesitantly, turning to him, but Heimdall had already heard her. He had been watching and waiting, not missing a second.

Suddenly they were whisked from the cave, leaving a cloud of icicles and aberrant snow in its wake.

It was true. One of the only places they could go was a remote ironwood forest in the mountains of Midgard, Ostrya.

They could not go back to Asgard like this. Loki could not return with Lillian as a frost giant. That all seemed to be true.

Ironwood, made of a particular molecular configuration, stripped visitors of any supernatural powers upon entering. It was dense and hard to navigate, and legends spoke of creatures living there undetected and rarely seen for centuries. This was one of the only places they could go to hide out and wait for the baby to be born.

Since Loki's powers would also be affected by the forest, they had to do a Midgard thing. They rented a cabin.

It was like the cabin she had been living in on Asgard. Lillian felt she could give birth there safely, although that particular thought brought immense fear.

Since they had been gone, her prenatal care had consisted of the limited psychic reading Lyra had done, concluding that the baby was progressing along with a human calendar system and would be born in only weeks. Lyra had given them another small book on Jötunn fertility, but it was written completely in Jötunn. It did contain illustrations, but they were pretty comical. It looked like the frost giants were skiing, not giving birth. Lillian wondered what truly lay ahead for her. She wished she could have Frigga nearby or her own mother. Her girlfriends. A doctor. Anyone really.

Now that her body could safely birth Kasse, the worry about the rest of their lives could come front and center.

Where would they go after he was born? With Loki growing more and more distant, would they even stay together? Would she stay a frost giant and raise her baby hidden away here?

Lillian also struggled to be back on Earth since they arrived. In a frost giant's body, the sensory experience of Earth was alarming and overwhelming. Every bird call was a shiver down her spine. Anytime her emotions would dive deeply into despair, her whole body would cleave and fall. She truly understood Jötunnheim now, the realm's design, the way emotions were kept in the natural world and not in Jötunn's bodies. She would give anything now not to feel so overcome.

So would Loki.

Days passed, and Loki was restless. He was determined to leave under the guise that they needed things; they were unprepared, which was true enough. However, Loki could go into the nearby cities and find what they needed. Instead, he insisted he go back to Asgard and get supplies there. Lillian knew this was too risky. So far, it was unclear if anyone in the royal family knew about their plan, what they had done, or where they might be.

"I promise I'll be back very shortly, Lillian; I know we are down to just a few weeks until Kasse arrives, if that is what we are calling him," Loki said, with a clinical tone, looking around Lillian, not directly at her.

"I think that is his name," Lillian said, with a faraway tone in her voice.

He grabbed his sweater, fastened it up, and put on each boot. There was a methodical slowness to his dressing. He was perhaps stalling, hoping Lillian might tell him not to leave. She knew he was repressing his fear, doubt, and, unfortunately, his love for her, which was still there, a flickering flame beneath the surface, just unreachable.

She could not change how Loki reacted, so she let him leave.

"We will be here, Loki, waiting for you," she finally said, grasping for the right words, patting her belly, and looking at him with as much sincerity as possible.

"I know you'll both be fine," he said as he finally put his cloak around his broad shoulders.

Although he wanted to hold her and reassure her physically. Kiss her. Remember her. Tell her he saw inside the Jötunn body she now resided in. He just couldn't quiet the voices in his head that rejected everything about how she looked and who he was.

His impending fatherhood felt like it was crushing him now. He worried especially that Lillian would ask him to change into a frost giant if she could not indeed turn back into a human.

His answer was clear; he would not do it. He simply could not. She would have to understand that it could mean the end of everything.

He opened the door and left, looking back only once. Only when he had gotten so far away, there was no chance he would run back into her arms with his mind changed.

The Bifrost opened, and Loki found himself arriving back in Asgard.

On to chapter 11

[ashdreams2023]

This is the nerd in me showing but there’s this fanmade species in DND called the Kaldt that give me jotun vibes so would it be too much trouble to request a KaldtHuntress!reader x jotun!loki fic / headcanon?

I don’t know a lot about DND but hopefully this do

You two met when he was traveling with his father the king of jotunheim

First off who are you? And second where in the world were you his entire life!?

You’re like the prettiest person he’s ever seen and he’s surprised you’re not from jotunheim

"Why hello little snowflake" he got almost killed by you for saying that, he might be bigger but you not taking anything lightly

"She got spunk…I like her!"

He will try to approach you in a better manner later though and apologize because that’s not so princely of him

"So…you’re a hunter, how good are you?" "Call me snowflake again and find out"

Yup he got his hands full

It doesn’t take long before he starts taking you on hunting trips with him and you never fail to empress him

He shows you his ice powers and might even help you by making ice weapons for you in the middle of a battle

"Is that a wolf?" "Yeah she travels with me everywhere, is that a problem?" "Not at all!"

You two braid each other hair before going into battle because them traditional braids are not only pretty but STRONG

[majesticwren]

The Trickster's Kiss ᚲ (Ivar/Angrboda/Hvitserk)

A/N: Hi everyone, I decided to try and publish my fanfic here on Tumblr as well as on Ao3. I won't lie about this massive project; the idea is so big and twisted that I lose myself in it sometimes, BUT I'm extra confident and absolutely devoted to it. I hope you enjoy ✨ Edit: This is an edited chapter.

Summary: What if Angrboda, daughter of Floki and Helga, never died? She is gifted and cursed. She who walks the Earth guided and Inspired by the Trickster. Grown to become a gifted witch, a skilled warrior, a determined and loyal woman. She who takes guard over her loved one, her people and even the Gods.

And in her life, made of choices, and war, and magic, and whispers, she is destined to always choose the side of a man she loves dearly, over her soulmate. As much as she would always choose Loki, over any other God.

Behold! A tale about a War of heart, cultures and Gods.

The events of this fanfic starts at S402 continuing to S602. It may contain flashbacks. Words: 4350. Gifs by: tagged. Divider by: @firefly-graphics .

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Chapter 1 - So it Begins.

Everything began on a stormy night of so many years ago.

What do Gods do, when they are tired, bored, in need of an escape, or even trying to help their favourite mortals? They reach for Midgard. Looking for… Something new and different.

And that is precisely what Loki did then.

He didn’t like mortals that much… And his disdain was certainly justified by the fact that mortals didn’t like him as much as they liked and praised all the other Gods.

Humans didn’t interest him, with their fates and quarrels and adventures and the never-ending trials they put themselves under, just to be accepted by others or by the Gods. Mostly, Loki didn’t like whatever mortal idea they had of a life worth living. He was always so unsure about the fuss the other Gods made about the Midgardians and what they saw in them.

But Loki had his exceptions, of course. He didn’t see anything in most, but those few he saw… They were worthy and blessed.

And for one of them, maybe his favourite among all humans, Loki knew precisely what the future laid. Specifically, the bored God knew what it had been written by the Norns for the man kin, therefore his own kin. And he really wasn’t happy about it.

Every other Midgardian favoured by the lineage of the Gods was blessed and glorified. But not Loki’s. The descendants of Loki were cursed with the greatest misfortunes. This time, though, Loki wouldn’t have accepted it, even knowing that changing the fate of one would change everything.

That was the whole reason why the God travelled to Earth looking for the man known as Floki the Boat-builder

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The icy cold Scandinavian wind lashed over her little figure like a whip, carrying big and heavy snowflakes in a never stopping snowstorm.

Her flaming red hair was loose and flown in the air, following the wind like tongues of fire. Her pale sensitive skin, felt like it was getting thinner, encased in a thin layer of frost; so much so that the blood flowing in her veins underneath, was almost visible. Her body tried its best to keep warm, her muscles shivering uncontrollably, but she got used to that constant trembling by now.

Angrboda wasn’t a weak one, letting something like the weather overpower her, and she wasn’t stupid either. Even being so young and little she already knew that the hostile weather had to be something she must get used to very fast.

She knew that the cold, the snow and the wind would have been the last of her problems. One day she would have to become a shieldmaiden – a warrior and a woman. And more, way more than that.

It was her fate.

Her bright green eyes moved across the familiar fjord, through the city, across the valley, and from the high ground she stood upon, atop the mountain, she seemed to see all of the little corner of Norway she called home.

And it was all ablaze.

Longboats were on fire, floating in the dark waters of the harbour. Kattegat was on fire. Its roads and buildings, once familiar places Angrboda knew every corner of like the back of her hand, were now devastated, shattered by destruction.

There was a huge, deep and wide crack on the ground which seemed to divide the city in half and, by the look of it, maybe even the whole fjord. Or maybe… Maybe it was bigger and deeper than what her eyes could see and what her mind could imagine.

The unforgiving wind brought with it echoes of screams and the clashing of weapons, mixed with the smell of burned wood and flesh, and the sound of horns being blown, drums being hit. All of it, though, seemed to be quieted down, or overpowered by the echo of a single singing voice, one of a man chanting of war cries and terrible things.

But even if she was watching such despair, Angrboda wasn’t scared.

Just then, she looked down, realising she wasn’t wearing her shoes.

Her bare feet buried in the snow didn’t feel uncomfortable, her skin didn’t seem to be damaged by frost burn… And yet, she felt uneasy with the idea of not wearing her shoes.

Where– Where could they be?

Angrboda leaned her head, looking over to see if she could spot anything in the tall snow. Then turned, looking around between the trees and low bushes covering the opening on the side of the mountain… But there was no trace of her shoes.

“Let’s go.”

A sudden, deep, authoritative voice distracted her.

Angrboda looked up, and now, next to her, stood a man.

Tall and dressed like he couldn’t care less about the weather – it seemed like he was wearing summer clothes.

He had short black hair and dark eyes, charming and shimmering with intelligence. A smart smirk crossed his lips.

Angrboda knew him. Deeply, inside of her, there was a feeling, a recognition that went beyond her mind, her memories… Straight to her guts and soul.

“Loki?” She asked, not for uncertainty but because of slight confusion. Why would a God be there?

The God nodded, offering her a hand. “Yes, child. I’ll bring you home.”

Angrboda nodded, mimicking him, even if she wasn’t sure what he meant. To her, she was already home. But she sure didn’t want to appear like she was lost or anything.

She looked over the fjord one last time, sending a melancholic look to the spectacle of destruction burning under her feet. Then, she raised her little hand, wrapping her fingers around just two of Loki’s.

She found comfort in the warmth of his skin, and as soon as she let that feeling surround her figure she could not feel the cold devouring her any longer.

Loki gave her a soft pull, encouraging her to turn over, and just now, she noticed all the people – the Gods – standing behind her.

There stood Thor, and Freyja, and Freyr, and Tyr, and Njörðr, and even his wife Skaði, and all the Æsir was present, they all looked and witnessed quietly. Between them all, stood tall and proud the All-Father. He had his long, thick black cloak covering his entire figure, the hood was raised over his face, letting her see nothing more than a glimpse of Odin’s jaw and chin, where his lips rested in a thin, shadowy line. Huginn and Muninn rested on his shoulders. The two ravens seemed to be asleep, puffed up in their black feathers to keep warm.

Besides Loki, everyone else seemed to be oblivious to Angrboda’s presence.

Everyone but Frigg.

The Queen of the Gods looked right through her eyes, piercing her soul.

She tried to offer a smile but didn’t receive much sympathy in return from the Goddess.

Before Angrboda could feel any sense of defeat, Thor moved forward. He did, in fact, acknowledge her and offered a soft smile, pulling his hand out, reaching for her free one.

Angrboda missed the look he gave Loki, too busy curiously looking at the other Gods standing over her. She wondered if they gathered to every event of despair Midgard had to offer, or if that specific one was an exception.

Did the flames and sorrows breaking through that tiny corner of their human kingdom reach for Asgard, making the Gods turn over to them?

The questions she had were not to have answers. And every time Angrboda had a more serious thought about what she saw, it seemed to evaporate from her mind before she could focus on it, slipping through the fingers of her awareness.

As Loki and Thor started walking, she moved too, trying to do her best to be as quick on her little legs as was needed to match the pace of the two very tall men standing at her sides.

The other Gods who stood behind her were now walking away, dispersing all around in different directions and disappearing into the snowy thick forest covering the side of the tall mountain.

Some had already disappeared, like Skaði.

“The future is not for regular humans, Loki. You know it.” Thor’s thunderous voice broke the silence.

Angrboda looked up to him, but the God’s attention wasn’t turned to her.

“Not for any human, no. But she.”

“She is no different.”

“She is. She can see and hear things. Like her father.”

“My father? Is he here?” A sudden spark of interest crossed Angrboda.

Both Thor and Loki looked down at her. They both shook their heads giving her a clear, negative answer. And if Thor seemed to be quite uncomfortable and in a hurry, even if he was trying his best to be gentle, Loki was not at all rushing and seemed quite excited by Angrboda’s every movement and word, instead.

Loki stopped his advance and kneeled in front of her, as to get to Angrboda’s height. Their eyes crossed and she felt more, way more than just seeing the God. She felt voices and laughter and thoughts. Memories of a life she had already lived, things she already knew… Remembrances of something that had yet to come, since she was only a child, but that also had already happened, like echoes of a long-lost dream.

Loki’s dark eyes looked right through hers and for a moment, Angrboda forgot everything else.

She didn’t pay attention to Thor anymore, even if he seemed distressed and quite displeased by that sudden stop. But not with her, she knew. He had to be upset with Loki.

Loki held her hand tight between both his for a long second and offered her the sweetest smile. Then, he moved one of his hands close to her face, lightly touching her forehead with his index, in a movement she recognized as something so familiar, so natural… Something as well-known as a handshake, a hug or a kiss. Yet, she could not quite picture clearly in her mind why she remembered it.

“Child, this is no place for humans. Your father will know, but he wasn’t allowed to see.”

“Why me?”

“It’s quite simple: because you can.” Loki chuckled and clapped, so excited by his own words he could barely stay still.

For what was worth, she didn’t seem to have any reaction to the view she had of the fjord. Something supposed to be deeply distressing and horrifying remained nothing but an image, a knowledge, that was kept impartial and cleared by any opinion or emotional response.

She thought she had questions. She knew she had so many of them… But it didn’t seem she could quite get a grip over them, enough to even remember about them.

“Just remember, Angrboda, Daughter of Floki–” Loki called for her attention and as soon as her focus slid back to the God, she fell into his dark eyes, “–you will never be alone. I will be watching over you.”

Angrboda stood still while Loki leaned closer, leaving a kiss on her forehead.

Nothing about his words, about that sentence, sounded wrong, misplaced, or superficial. There were no doubts in her mind that what Loki said was a promise and an omen, and she was aware he kept his word.

Not even Thor shaking her hand seemed to distract her, or wake her from how fascinated she was by Loki.

There and then every noise, the cold, every feeling or sensation, the ground under her feet and the crispy smell of winter in the air… Everything disappeared.

Angrboda woke up startled, jumping in her bed with a soundly gasp.

She was so out of breath, her chest hurt and her lungs were cramping. Her body was overheated, and yet felt so uncomfortably cold, and just now she paid attention to the fact that her skin was covered by a thin layer of sweat.

Angrboda fell back on her bed, releasing a distressed grunt, recognising the start of a bad day from her very first conscious breath.

She raised her hands to her head, slipping her fingers between the locks of her hair, she surrounded her own skull in a tight hold between her palms, trying her best to push back the splitting headache that crossed her brain. It seemed like she had been smashed with an axe, right in the middle of her head.

She needed to drink some water. And probably take a bath, or better a swim in the cold waters of the fjord, to calm her ruffled nerves.

Slowly, Angrboda sat back up and looked around. A thin layer of confusion opaqued her fuzzy thoughts, and the more she woke up, the more her senses and consciousness would come back to her pushing through her headache and vague remembrance of the dream she just had.

Angrboda heard the birds singing outside, and following that sound, she saw the pale light of dawn picking through her window. The air smelled fresh and crispy, carrying the usual strong smell of wood and musk that her house had.

Welcoming a yawn, she stretched her tired and sore muscles and then looked around, finally fully recognising her surroundings.

She must have kicked her pelts off the bed top during her sleep and...

It was then that the dream came back to her. Like a lightning shuttering through her muffled mind, violently shaking it to clearance.

Kattegat destroyed. The Gods. Loki. Her shoes...

The more pieces of her dream she gathered, the more her body would start shivering, and her heart beating as fast and as strong as a drum through her chest.

That wasn't the first time she dreamed of something like that.

Often Loki would visit. Her sleeping mind was always a scenario of similar omens and prophecies. Sometimes the future, present, or past seemed clear, and it wasn't difficult to understand the meaning of her visions. But other times... It was all hidden, her eyes weren’t able to translate whatever the Gods let her see.

She was born blessed. Or damned. It always depended on the point of view.

The Gods were whispering to her as much as they did to her father.

She could feel the beings around her, perceiving their souls and nature. She was sensitive to the signs of the Gods and sometimes she would praise them. Sometimes damn them.

She was still learning, trying to craft that ability as anything else, but it never seemed like something she could grasp and have control over. Even if following her father's footsteps sometimes felt impossible. Being younger, much younger, than when Floki started crafting his abilities, wasn’t of any help.

As everyone had looked at her father they looked at her, now.

There was some sort of respect and observance in the way people called her a fool, a crazy one, a witch. Sometimes trickster, sometimes giantess, not because of her size but because of her name. Mostly, though, she was known as Loki-Kissed, and her name carried as if she was his wife.

Some wouldn't trust her. Some would avoid her. Sometimes there was fear in those names, in those whispers, because she grew and she was on the path to become a fine shieldmaiden. Learning the way of the axe, the Viking way, from Floki the Boat Builder, loyal drengr of Ragnar Lothbrok, had its perks. And most importantly, Angrboda trained with the Sons of Ragnar, ever since she was a kid, growing close to the brothers.

Sometimes there was affection in those names, used by the brothers to tease her, used by their mother to laugh about others.

Mostly, though, Angrboda didn't care.

She used to when she was younger. Not anymore.

Because she knew she was stronger than some names. She was born to be a warrior as much as to be a witch. Even if she was still crafting all of her being and abilities, she now found pride in the reputation people gave her. And surely, she greatly embraced her closeness to Loki, Lord of Mischief. But even her great pride had its limits, sometimes.

Angrboda bolted out of her bed, quickly dressing up and gathering her stuff, before stepping out of her room, looking for her father, the only being able to completely understand her. And the only with whom she could speak freely of the Gods.

Stepping out of their house, Angrboda took a deep breath of the fresh morning air carrying the smell of salty waters and manure freshly spread on the fields.

She smiled, welcoming that simple joy, a second before turning over. Angrboda didn’t really need to look far for her father, she could feel his aura glimmering and vibrating, but she still greeted him as it could have been a surprise to find him there, under the porch, engraving some runes in a tiny wooden figure.

“Father!”

The man raised his head to her call. In much a similar feeling to her own, he knew she was coming. Nonetheless, a huge smile appeared on his lips, the moment their eyes crossed. His face was marked by time and events, but his eyes never lost their spark. Angrboda loved him so dearly, there was nothing on that Earth that she was so grateful about as being blessed by having such parents and being granted such love and affection and warmth.

There was so much of Floki’s expressions and behaviours, in his daughter, and Angrboda could hear the deep buzzing inside of her being of everything that came from her father.

Floki's aura was like no other. He had immense and mostly raw power, always surrounded by the same sparkles that the fairy world had. He was strong and creative, a brilliant man, a sweet father… And most importantly, he shared with Angrboda that peculiar way of seeing the world. The way of Seers and völvas.

There were times when being herself could be challenging, and sometimes she had to hide sides of her nature, but never in front of Floki.

The girl stepped closer, finding her seat next to him. Just for a moment, her eyes caressed the familiar porch surrounding them, covered in carved pieces of wood, fishnets, baskets and barrels. But her attention quickly found her father.

Floki freed his hands, placing the carving knife and the tiny wood figure on the side of the bench next to him, before turning over to her. Leaning his head to the side, Floki’s eyes crossed Angrboda’s, even if he didn’t need his eyes to let his sight see that something happened. Now he was serious and curious.

Angrboda let Floki have a peek of her soul, passing right through her eyes, perfect mirrors of his.

A smile crossed his lips, accompanied by a little high pitched laugh. Floki raised his hand, moving it close to her face letting his fingertips dance on Angrboda's energy, caressing her aura.

“So, Loki visited you again, I see.”

“This time seemed different.”

“How so?”

Her father moved, in a twitch of his broad shoulders, he came back to reality, now paying attention to her physical self, more than her soul. The man nodded, as to encourage her to continue, and his eyes sparkled with hungry curiosity, but his face was marked by a sudden, serious shadow.

“I don’t know. It felt different. And what I saw…”

“…It did not feel like a good omen.”

Angrboda just shook her head at her father's words, who seemed to have plucked her thoughts from her own mind. “Not at all. It was Kattegat, devoured by flames. And the ground, the Earth seemed to be split in two by a deep, dangerous and scary looking crack. It looked like Hel was released on Midgard.”

Floki pointed a finger to his chin and solemnly gave it a tap, thinking about her words. Angrboda watched her father’s eyes rise and move around as if they followed a sparkle. “Could be a presage for war. Or a warning. For something else.”

“Like what, father?”

“How can I know? I didn’t see your vision. It could be anything – one thing is for certain: destruction. Nothing good can come out of it, though. Not when war simply seems the best or clearer outcome.”

Angrboda took a deep breath in and looked around. She softly placed a hand on her father’s knee, pushing her lips in a smile that still appeared concerned. “Let’s not talk of it. If war will come here, we will be ready.”

“Were you alone in your vision, my child?”

“No. The Gods were there. All of them.”

“All of them?”

“Yes, it felt like it. I saw fewer, but I know everyone was watching.”

“Oh, child…” Floki gasped, shaking his head and shoulders in what could appear as just a silly rhythmic movement, but that hid all his distress and concern.

“Do you think it’s such a bad sign?”

Floki didn’t answer her. He pulled an arm out, placing it on Angrboda’s shoulders, to roll her in a hug and kept her close, rocking her for a couple of moments before kissing her forehead. Just then, he nodded. “I do. You were invited to see a vision that was not for you, I believe. All the Gods wouldn’t waste their time peeking at a vision designed for you. I think it was you the one who was spying.”

A shiver crossed Angrboda’s figure as she realised the magnitude of Floki’s words. Which seemed to make sense with what she could remember of Loki’s and Thor’s words.

It seemed to make sense, and yet it didn’t. Now, she had even more questions… But she knew they weren’t supposed to have answers, because they concerned the ways of the Gods and their intentions…

Angrboda pressed her face against her father’s shoulder, hiding, even if just for a moment.

“I feel something it’s coming.” Her voice was muffled by Floki’s clothes, yet clear enough for her father to hear her and give her a good squeeze.

“It’s going to be ok, my daughter. The Gods are blessing us with such knowledge.”

“I know. I am grateful, father. Just slightly worried.”

“The Gods spoke to me too, last night.”

“Did they?”

“Yes. We will have a guest. Up in the woods. So, your mother and I will be moving back to the cabin shortly. As soon as she is back from the market.”

“Who’s coming?” Angrboda pushed herself away from his tight hold just so she could look at his face.

“I cannot say. But please, I know you are all grown and strong, but come with us.”

Her hesitation was palpable and obvious, lingering in the air between them as light as the breeze and yet as oppressing as a boulder crushing them.

“I know. I know that your life is way more interesting over here. Kattegat offers excitement. And it’s where the Sons of Ragnar are.”

Floki’s voice danced with its usual unsynchronized pitch, but he still put the weight of his voice over the words he wanted her to pay attention to. And it did sound both as if he was justifying her wanting to stay and condemning it. Her father’s eyes glimmered, and his aura just vibrated under the energy of his concern.

Pausing his words to give her a meaningful look, Floki offered a soft smile to her, raising a hand to her face and lightly caressing her cheek with the back of his index. “You could help me with my ships, or your mother with her herbs and elements for her remedies, oils and concoctions… It could be a little retreat, like the old times!”

Angrboda melted into a smile, just the thought of it seemed like heaven.

Her life was more exciting in Kattegat but it didn’t mean she preferred it. She much preferred the idea of living in the forest, enjoying the quiet and the peace, and wild nature. Most of the time, retreating to the forest with her parents was a good opportunity to master most of her crafts and abilities away from everyone else, and to nurse her affection for her parents.

The idea of leaving everything so soon was so sweetly tempting.

But a heavy sigh left Angrboda’s chest.

“Father, I… Can’t.”

Angrboda took her father’s hand in hers, giving it a squeeze, but her eyes followed a quick sparkle moving in the thin air between them, and then her sight was caught on the roof of the Great Hall. Its dark wood shined under the pale light of the sun rising, and even from that distance, the building gave off such energy, such power… Attracting people’s attention like a magnet, as the power of Earls, Kings and Queens who sat in its Halls for decades, and would do for years and years to come.

Her attention, though, was attracted by another kind of element of power; her mind filled up with whispers that carried the Sons of Ragnar’s names.

They need you. Ivar needs you. Hvitserk needs you. Ubbe needs you. Sigurd…

She perfectly knew they were capable of looking after themselves. And yet her heart was drawn to them as much as it was to the idea of following her parents to the woods.

“They will need me.”

Floki nodded at her words, and even if he smiled, accepting her answer, his eyes filled with a certain degree of sadness and worry.

“You’re free to stay, of course. It’s your decision. But then you have to promise me that you will be safe, and…”

“You know I can take care of myself. And you know better than me that the brothers will look after me, anyway. I am not alone.”

“I know. Yet worries are difficult to shake off the back of an old man.”

Floki gave her a pat on her shoulder and then he leaned forward, taking his carving knife and figurine back in his hand, concentrating on his work.

But Angrboda saw his eyes scout the air all around with great doubt darkening them, and yet she felt her father’s aura also filling with anticipation.

“Something is coming.”

He asserted with a tiny, squeaky giggle following his words.

Angrboda nodded. “Change.”

[themculibrary]

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[heavenlybarnes]

HIS GLORIOUS PURPOSE | 5. owe you one

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word count: 2K

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← PREVIOUS PART | SERIES MASTERLIST

You wish you could say she was your first thought.

Vaguely you are aware of her calling your name, her voice pained and hoarse. Soot coats your eyelashes like off-brand mascara, and when they flutter open, you find she is kneeling over you, shaking you by the shoulders in a way that is meant to rouse and not hurt. You wish you could say this woman, Natasha, your sister had been your first thought, but you can't.

When you thought you were going to die, the only one on your mind was him.

Natasha says your name again, more urgently this time, and you cough in response. Dust and ash are suspended in the surrounding air like snowflakes; you can feel them inside you, too, lining your lungs like dryer lint.

"Thank God," your sister breathes. Her cheeks are tear-stained. "I thought you were dead."

"Not that delicate," you mutter, and sit up, despite the protests of your aching limbs. Your back rests against the beam behind you. "What happened?"

"An explosion." Natasha waves her transceiver where you can see it. "Loki's minions have invaded the helicarrier, took out an engine. One more and we'll go down."

"How depressing."

"You could say that." You can hear the smile in her voice, the kind of amusement a person clings to when it's all they've got. Hear it, but can't see it, because your vision is slipping—

"Hey. Hey, wake up." Your sister grips your shoulder again and shakes it lightly. "I know it hurts, but you can't sleep now." Her voice falls to a whisper. "There's something else you have to see."

You have to force your eyes to open. When they do, Natasha meets them with her own, the look in them solemn.

"What is it?"

Wordlessly, she nods to the floor behind her. What you'd thought was a pile of rubble from the explosion is both that and something more: a body, twitching beneath the wreckage, a single foot poking out from the debris. You recognize that shoe, to whom it belongs.

Bruce.

When you snap your head up to look at Natasha, there is a panic similar to yours embedded in her expression. Somehow you know you are both thinking the same thing:

How the hell are we going to get out of this one?

"Dr. Banner."

One of Natasha's hands is on Bruce's arm, trying to shake him awake; the other is over her mouth to keep from inhaling smoke. Bruce stirs, but doesn't open his eyes.

"Why wake him up?" You ask, your voice low. You are genuinely curious. The doctor may have kept a lid on his second self for a long time, but even he had to know it wouldn't last.

And almost dying seems like a hell of a good time for the Hulk to make his appearance.

Natasha looks at you with desperate eyes. "I can't just leave him here," she says. "What if the helicarrier goes down?"

"Then none of us would survive, though at least he'd have the advantage of being unconscious while it happens."

She frowns at you and goes back to rattling Bruce's arm. "Dr. Banner."

Bruce stirs again, this time with more finality, and you each take a step back. But still, he doesn't wake.

Your sister moves close to him once more, but something about the way he's shifted in his unconscious state makes you wary. Have his eyelids begun to flutter, or are you simply imagining it?

Natasha reaches for his arm again and your cry of protest leaves your lips a second too late: when her fingers touch the sleeve of his shirt, Bruce jerks awake, spinning them around so your sister is trapped below him. He grips her wrist and squeezes, hard enough that she gasps in pain, tight enough that you can hear the faint crack of bone echo throughout the room.

"Doctor," Natasha whispers, her breath coming in short spurts, "please. Let go of my hand."

Bruce doesn't say anything, only looks at her with eyes that are startlingly empty.

"Bruce." Her voice has lost all semblance of self-possession; she is begging, now, and you are helpless in the face of it. "Bruce," she says again, "please. We're going to be okay. All right? I swear on my life, I will get you out of this, you will walk away, and never ever—"

"Your life?" The snarl rips out of Bruce's mouth suddenly enough that you stumble back. His grip on Natasha's wrist tightens and her face contorts in agony.

"No," you say, and surge forward. Your hand reaches out to touch Bruce's shoulder before a kick from your sister sends you sprawling back; you barely have time to catch your footing, and just miss skewering yourself on the sparking metal beam behind you.

"I'm sorry," Natasha gasps, "but I can't let you. You have to run."

When you don't respond, her gaze turns feral. "Run."

"No. I won't leave you. You can't—"

"There's no time—"

"No." Now it is your turn to glare at her, stubbornness lighting a fire in your chest. Natasha might not have been your first thought, but to hell if she wasn't going to be your last. "Can you, for one moment, let me make my own decisions? I'm not leaving you."

Perhaps you could have been a little less harsh. Hurt flashes through Natasha's eyes and your heart constricts at the sight of it. Before she can respond, however, Bruce pulls off of her, collapsing a few feet away with his head in his heads.

Your sister sits up, panting, cradling her wrist in her other hand. A quick glance at it and your eyes widen—a bruise the width of your pinky finger covers its circumference like a bracelet, marring the pale flesh underneath with purpling spots.

"Bruce—" she starts to say, but you silence her with a sharp glance. Look, you say with your eyes. Look.

Natasha sees it moments after your silent plea, and her eyes widen until most of the whites are visible. She stares at you, and you stare back.

Green. He's turning green.

Bruce's skin is turning green, and not only that, but his whole self is growing bigger, muscles straining against the material of his shirt. His fists, which were but one minute ago wrapped around your sister's wrist, are pushing into his temples, closed tight enough you imagine it would be painful. Painful, that is, if the Hulk wasn’t resistant to pain, wasn't void of all feeling. Painful, if Bruce were anyone but himself.

It is only when the buttons of his shirt scatter and he begins to stand up that you and your sister each come to your senses.

"Run," Natasha says.

This time, you don't argue.

You run until you can't run anymore, until breathing is an exercise in itself. You run until your feet stop of their own accord, until the ache in your limbs is no longer a dull presence but hot, stiff pain, as though your veins have been injected with metal. You run until you are sure Bruce won't be able to find you, and the room you end up in is not so surprising as the man in the center of it; or rather, the man who should be in the center.

Because Loki has found a way to leave his cage.

Natasha, behind you, sees this and rushes forward, towards him. Her angry shout overlaps with your own yelp of warning, both sounds paling in comparison to the click of the cell as it slides closed, trapping, not Loki, but your sister inside.

The God of Mischief laughs, and despite your conflicting feelings, there is nothing confusing about your urge to strangle him for it.

"What a pleasant turn of events."

"For you, perhaps." Natasha's words are directed to Loki, but she's looking at you, palms braced against the glass cage.

Loki grins, a smile that shows nearly all his teeth. "Oh, yes," he says. "Extremely pleasant for me. I admit I'd been imagining such a moment, though I would've preferred my idiot brother on the other side of that glass.

"Nonetheless... it will be great fun watching you fall from the sky."

Your eyes widen and Natasha's do, too, almost imperceptibly. But while her eyes remain fixed on your face, yours snap over to Loki, who has arranged himself behind the cell's control panel. What had Fury said earlier, when you'd been watching from the other room?

Thirty thousand feet, straight down in a steel trap.

Panic lurches in your throat. "Wait, Loki—"

At the sound of your voice, Loki turns his gaze on you, fingers hovering over the control buttons. Once again, his green eyes flash with an emotion you cannot place—but it's gone just as quickly as the last time, a familiar blankness transforming his expression into that of hardened marble. His lips are the only part of him that give anything away, the corner of one side twitching in bitter amusement.

"Missed me already, darling?" Again, that nickname reserved especially for you. "That was a nasty little trick you pulled on me earlier. I was almost offended.

"But—" he continues, and you don't interrupt, glad for any distraction— "I still won, in the end."

At your silence, his eyes narrow. "Admit it. Admit that I've won."

Like before, he seems desperate for your approval, though why that is you aren't sure. You won't give it to him, though, not without something in return.

"And if I do?" Your voice wobbles, just barely. "If I agree that you've won, you'll let Natasha go?"

His eyes glimmer with mischief. "Are you positive you want that?"

"Why the hell wouldn't I? She's my sister."

Loki shrugs and pushes off the control panel, takes a silent step towards you. "A sister who orders you around? Who controls you?" Another step; his voice goes dangerously low. "Who drags you on her missions but doesn't tell you anything about them? Who uses you, for the work she doesn't want to do herself?"

"Don't listen to him. He's just trying to distract you." Natasha's words break into your thoughts.

Loki grins again and takes another step; now he is but a foot away, so close you can make out the flecks of blue in his eyes, the lone strand of black hair that has fallen over one of them. "And is it working, darling?"

You notice how attuned he is to the slowness of your blinking, the staggered way you are breathing. The rise and fall of your chest.

Your chin lifts.

"You're wrong," you say. "My sister cares for me."

"Caring for someone is not the same as valuing them. But you already knew that."

"Let her go."

Disappointed in your resolve, Loki scoffs and once more approaches the control center. But you can't let him get to the buttons, you won't—

You surge forward and grab him by the arm. Loki jerks away as though burned, and when he turns to you, his eyes are flashing, the muscle in his jaw clenched tight.

"What do you think you're doing, mortal—"

"Please." You hate to beg him, not when earlier you had been the one to put him in his place, but it's your last option. Your only option. "Let her go, and I'll do anything you want."

He goes quiet. Then: "Anything?"

Distantly, you hear Natasha's voice—probably trying to talk sense into you, to warn you against making deals with the devil—but you ignore her. You are staring directly into Loki's eyes, now, matching him breath for breath. "Whatever you want," you say, "as long as you promise not to hurt her.

"What do you want?"

A slow smile spreads across his face. "Nothing now, darling," he says—and your heart drops, because you were sure he would take you up on that offer, and if he doesn't you don't know what you would do—"but let's say you owe me one."

Your shoulders sag in relief; you'd half expected him to ask for something ridiculous, or dangerous, or worse.

But is being in Loki's debt really that much better?

As if he can sense what you're thinking, Loki leans down, close enough that his breath fans across your neck. "A favor," he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear, "to cash in whenever I want. Anything I want. Is that right?"

"Yes," you breathe, after a moment's hesitation. "That's right."

He hums and pulls back, and you prepare yourself for him to walk away, for the distance it will put between the two of you. But Loki pauses, and again you spy a flicker of emotion in his eyes, this time one you think you recognize.

Concern?

You hold your breath and watch as he lifts a single hand, hovers it over your face. Allow your lashes to flutter shut as his finger ghosts over your cheekbone, the simple touch unlike anything you've ever felt before.

When you open your eyes, he is gone.

And when you raise your fingers to the place his own were, just moments before, they come away flecked with blood.

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Tale As Old As Time

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: curses, swearing, angst, self destructive behavior, fairy tale au

Summary: once there was a handsome prince, but he was spoiled, and cruel. One night a woman comes for help and well......

*based on this request. I've wanted to start this for awhile, but got super busy. But, here we are!! I'm excited to get it started!! Hope you guys enjoy it!!!

Part one-

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away there lived a handsom prince who ruled his kingdom with an iron fist. He was as brutal as he was beautiful. Kingdoms fell to his army, and woman fell to their knees for him. He had no shortage of lovers, he could pick any lady that struck his fancy, and he did. With his long raven locks, deep emerald eyes, and chisled features every woman wanted him and every man wanted to be him. There was nothing he couldn't have.

On a particularly cold night in the dead of winter he heard a knock coming from the main doors. He called one of the servants to answer but got no reply. "Well, if you want something done." He muttered, getting up opening the door, revealing an old woman. She was hideous, dirty, and shivering as she looked up into his emerald eyes "my prince, I beg of you, may I take refuge from the storm for the night?" She asked shaking as the wind whipped around her. He looked down his nose at her "and what pray tell will I receive in return, you don't expect me to just let you stay here." He scoffed crossing his arms.

From her bag she pulled out a single rose, holding out to him "all I have is this, the last of my possessions. Please sire, only for a few hours?" She asked again holding the rose out to him. He took it from her throwing it on the ground stomping on it "do you think me a fool? You'll probably rob me or try to murder me in my sleep." He said glaring down at her. "And I would never have the likes of you step foot in my palace, be gone before I get my gaurds." He said sternly as he began to shut the door. "Do not be decieved by appearances, beauty is found within." She said as he laughed "I said be gone old hag." He sneered.

Hearing the woman laugh he paused, opening the door as the woman's appearance began to transform. "My dear Prince Loki, you disappoint me." She said, shedding her rags to reveal a beautiful enchantress. "You have so much, but offer so little, not even a warm fire for a homeless woman." She bellowed as Loki stared wide eyed at her. "You have no love in your heart Prince Loki." She said as he kneeled down before her "I beg of you, I did not know. Please take mercy on me." He said as she shook her head. She leaned down touching his head whispering an incantation as Loki watched his skin turn blue, ridges rising under his skin. "W...what is happening to me?" He said, hearing his voice deepen, seeing a bright light engulph the castle.

Bending over he felt his muscles expanding, his clothes ripping as his stature grew. He gazed into a puddle seeing blood red eyes looking back at him. She held out the rose that she had offered, Loki watched as it transformed into a beautiful snowflake. "Prince Loki, this snowflake will remain frozen until your 21st year, If you can truly learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time it melts, the spell will be broken, but if not you will remain a beast for all eternity." She said as she faded out of site.

He held the snowflake in his hands, hurrying inside before anyone saw him he called out for the servants. He was shocked to see the furniture hop over to him "sire, what has happened?" He looked, seeing the clock talking to him "i....I believe we have been cursed. He said. Running upstairs to his chambers he set the snowflake down, seeing a mirror glowing on his nightstand he picked it up and was appalled by his appearance. He threw the mirror running to the bathroom seeing the same reflection greet him, cobalt skin and blood red eyes. He growled, smashing the mirror.

"Sire, what are we to do?" He heard the clock ask as it hopped into his chambers. Loki grabbed a glass cloche, gently placing it over the snowflake as it hovered in place, a light shining from it. "I...I must find love before my 21st birthday." Loki sighed "how are you supposed to do that?" It asked hopping onto the table. "I....I do not know." Loki said looking out the window.

Appalled by his appearance he locked himself away, the mirror the only window to the outside world. As the years passed Loki fell into despair, and lost all hope of finding anyone to help break the curse. Because who could ever love a beast.....

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