#she is willing to do so much for midgard

[amorfati-rp]

CW: Death, Violence, Familicide

Imperia views Femininity as pure unadulterated strength and wits. Through her femininity is how she is getting and has gotten not only power but joy. After all, she only loved her mother. Her father and younger brother (Gray and Shaxor from Utahime Five) she despised and actively aided the Intoners in murdering them. And she did it with utter joy. In a way Imperia hates masculinity, mostly the traditional toxic masculinity that Gray was.

After her mother's death and when Gray was forced to y'know...actually raise his teenaged daughter he straight up didn't. Even though Imperia was a perfect girl practically. Beautiful, intelligent, even combat capable to a degree. Yet he overlooked her and gave territory to an ACTUAL CHILD instead of her. Which led Imperia to straight up help the Intoners. But here's the thing. Imperia only likes One.

She HATES the other Intoners with a passion. Viewing them as actual fucking children and idiots who doesn't deserve the power they have. Even though, in Midgard at the time they are the pinnacle of "feminine beauty" they are literally goddesses. But they are really only beautiful. Five is frivolous, Four is hypocritical, Three is Selfish, and Two is just incompetent. Only One earns Imperia's respect which got them into this deal, that One would aid Imperia as her successor. Cause Imperia genuinely cares.

Imperia genuinely cares and wants the best for Midgard. Wants to improve on the land after the Intoners are gone. And in such she views Femininity as a leader. A powerful protector with strength and wits that through those things can lead to glory and more importantly, prosperity. Just like how she viewed her mother.

Imperia echoes her mother and wants nothing more than to do all she can to better Midgard through her mother's teachings and that includes whatever sacrifice she will have to make along the way. But in her eyes it is worth it.

[nestastits]

You know Nesta really is HER.

She laughed at the children of the blessed.

She can see through Fae glamours and magic.

She told the human queens they were cowards.

She stole from the Cauldron.

She had the Cauldron, the most revered artifact of the fae that has the ability to create life and destroy everything by basically being the womb of the Mother, terrified of her to the point it went after anyone else but her.

She slapped her sister’s toxic fiancé in the face and told him he never deserved her anyway after he insulted her.

She scared off her baby sister’s toxic ex, told him off for his treatment of her sister, pointed her finger at him, and told him she’d rip his head off if he told anyone they were in spring.

She changed the entire trajectory of the books bc Sarah just couldn’t hate her

Sarah’s original plan was to have her with Lucien but the moment Nesta and Cassian saw each other it was a done deal and Sarah (basically the real life mother/cauldron) had to rewrite the books.

She did the math on how many ships the human lands would need in order to evacuate from the war.

She scared a death lord with her Made Sword

She can willed all three dread troves and has a special connection with them to the point of being able to portal them to her

She has a special connection to THE MOTHER. And a bargain with the Cauldron.

She’s been called a Death God, Kingslayer, Lady Death, Queen of Queens, Witch, Pillager of Death, Witch from Oorid, and Death Herself.

She is a Valkyrie and Oristian.

She encouraged some of the priestesses from the library (ones who have spent centuries in there without leaving) to join training by showing them there was nothing to fear.

She got a a usually disdainful blacksmith to smile with her inquisitiveness.

She marked the king with a death promise then beheaded him in the war when she got the chance. And held up his head in victory of her promise being acomplished.

She killed the first Kelpie seen in hundreds of years. Beheaded it and held it’s head in the same way.

She awoke a House and made it sentimental by befriending it with her magic.

She stabbed a man’s dick in the Blood Rite.

She led her team through the Blood Rite. Like any good General would do.

She held the line, giving up the chance of the win, so her found sisters could survive.

She spoke about becoming the leader of the first complete female fighting group in Prythian after five hundred years.

She had actual Death Gods speaking highly of her. Fearing her too.

The most powerful high lord in prythian feared her.

She unmade someone to avenge her mate. Her power stopped time when she unleashed it fully. She saved her sister, nephew, and brother-in-law all in the same morning after completing the blood rite. Gave up a fraction of her power for it, but made a bargain with the cauldron and spoke with the mother. Told her baby sister “I love you” for the first time, this was also the first time Nesta had ever said ily out loud to anyone. Decided that she wanted to have a mating ceremony. Hugged her brother-in-law after his mate and babe almost died even though they had some issues. Again all of this happened in the same morning.

She gave her Mask to an untrustworthy friend and by doing so saved both Prythian and Midgard. Perhaps other worlds and universes too.

She has infinite range👏👏👏

Please add anything that I left out! My girl has done so much I forget to list them all.

[mischiefmaker615]

Bang Bang

Requester: @Laer111ee (wattpad)

Rating: R

Summary/Inspiration Song: Bang Bang by K'NAAN

Note: my goodness.. it may be my longest one shot

Loki’s POV

I’ve always known humans to be the weaker species, surely much lower than most of the nine realms of this universe. It wasn’t until I had really spent an.. annoyingly long amount of time on Midgard to realize I could still be surprised.

It was strange, how Midgardians have history books filled to the brim of war and chaos, caused by their own doing. Why is it that when I try to rule, they turn against the idea? They most certainly have no problems living with those elected to decide how they live; is it because I am the god of chaos that makes things different? That I am not human? All.. nuisance cast aside with how things went upon them sending their earth’s mightiest heroes, I did at least gain one positive aspect through it all.

Her.

Was wasn’t quite special, no powers running through her delicate yet capable feminine body. Just years, perhaps a great solid decade at most of hard-core training- that humans would consider hard core. Gods even I am picking up on their simpleton language. Nevertheless, whatever this woman has gone through to earn her spot amongst these Avengers, she was truly the first, pure human that could actually get my body to tense in battle, for me to actually have to concentrate, to be less.. cocky, as I’m told.

She keeps up.

“you have a nasty habit of running from the inevitable-‘’ she called, slowly walking through some abandoned building as I kept myself around the corner from her eye sight.

The SHIELD uniform hugged beautifully to her body, much more mesmerizing than The Widow. She quickly let her eyes flick down briefly to make sure she was carefully walking amongst the debris, going right back up to make sure I hadn’t appeared in sight yet. It was quite amusing, the serious in her face as she searched for me, this not even being the first time she’s sought me out.

Although this woman walked around half the time with a loaded shotgun, -though it was hardly enough to concern me, something about her seemed to make me feel like I could have no concern with whatever she would point at me. Like she wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger, though I wasn’t quite in the mood to test out the possible bluff. She seemed to shoot me straight in the heart anyway, and to my own surprise, it came with no pain..

Why they don’t send someone with heightened abilities, I am unsure. Yet she’s lasted this long, though most of our encounters I’ve held back a lot- and she knows it. I just tend to always look forward to our next encounter, and I can’t very much do that if she is in a recovery wing. I am not a fool though, and normally there is either one or two Avengers outside the building in which I sneak to, indicating that she is perhaps still being put to the test by going after me.

‘’and yet you still follow darling.’’ I chuckle, using the angles where my voice could echo rather than give away my location as I eye the gun clutched in her hands. ‘’tell me, how many times will your heroes send you before they finally think you’ll catch me?’’

Her E/C eyes narrow, her head moving to all directions as she pressed on, her nose twitched as she ignored the knocking feeling to sneeze with all the dust. Cute.

‘’perhaps I’ve been holding back as well, when are you going to have the balls to have a real fight with me?’’

I couldn’t help but smirk at her vulgar language, most likely using sarcasm to substitute her fear, though I did not smell any on her. I began moving myself through the halls, knowing from a birds eye view of the building, I was making my way around so I could be behind her. ‘’when I know you won’t break as soon as I touch you..’’ quite often, I’ve hinted at an inuendo. As I’ve pushed much of the thoughts down, it wasn’t new for the idea of perhaps laying down with her to cross my mind if even given the opportunity- though I do like my partners willing most of the time.

‘’how about you stop hiding like a coward then?’’

It was a weak answer, but I knew she just wanted me to keep talking to give away my position as I quietly turn the corner and was now getting an eye view of her backside- hips swaying with a sculpted rump. I have wondered if those heroes merely send her for me to be distracted in hopes that she could use that to defeat me.. it hasn’t quite worked yet.

“It could be fun if you stop holding back.’’

My brow raised at her last statement. Did she enjoy these pointless battles just as much as I did? I rather sought out her closeness, her sarcasm and fierceness though she was as harmless as a young mongrel. I could always smell her scent when we fought, almost seeing the oils and soaps she uses and there was only one time I could have sworn I could smell arousal. My cock twitched at the mere thought and brought me out of my thoughts as I slowed my pace behind her. Though this closeness now I just couldn’t resist.

‘’you want fun then? Let’s have fun..’’ I whisper in her ear, seeing her body tense at the realization of my whereabouts and I had just enough time to inhale, my eyes fluttering as I got what I wanted before I leaned back when she swung an elbow back.

She was quick, turning around and pointed her gun towards me in which I was quick to grab and yank free before I had to watch her other arm. Fighting Midgardians was almost like fighting something that moved in slow motion, and I was happy to play along as I let her hit my chest now and again though I could tell she had gotten stronger since the last time we’ve met.

‘’dare I say you also look forward to our little dance sweet Y/N?’’ I smirk, teasing her to throw off her concentration as she glares, increasing her speed as she keeps trying to find an opening.

‘’I look forward to finally seeing you behind glass again Loki’’ she snapped though I gathered no anger in her voice as she dropped down and I quickly stepped back from a leg swing.

‘’ah so you much prefer talking than our physical interactions out here?’’ I press before she humps back to her feet, ramming the top of her head into my jaw. It didn’t hurt but it was the force that had my eyes fly up and I had to regain my footing as she kept going at punching at my pressure points- trying through my armor at least.

‘’I prefer you putting your mouth to better use-‘’ she cut herself off, the surprise matching my own as her body stilled for a split second and she shook her head ‘’interrogation!’’ she added, trying to redirect her meaning as her mistaken inuendo had my humor triggers.

I laughed and something in my chest seemed to switch at how this woman made me feel in that moment where she was quick to try to correct herself by fighting harder. It worked.

For once she got the best of me, fighting rather dirty through her embarrassment and opted to quick me in the groin. My amusement was quickly replaced with pain and she had me on my back in an instant with her blade to my neck. My hands were up, palms towards her in a surrender position where we both caught our breath.

‘’let me know if the offer still stands,’’ I smirk, knowing any wrong moves she would press the blade deeper than it was as I felt the slight warm trickle of blood at my neck.

Her free hand moved to her thigh, my eyes watching rather mesmerized as my mind screamed to get me out of this situation. With her body on top of mine quick comfortably in a pin, my body had other plans and wished to remain as she pulled out her radio. Sound seemed to have left my ears, seeing her speak but I couldn’t hear anything as I watched her.

This woman was different..

That had been quite some time ago, perhaps a little bit over a year and It was only 3 months later of.. attempted interrogations, they even sent her, because they realized my “plans” haven’t been put into place yet, day saved if it hasn’t started yet. After those boring 3 months, I found out someone had requested and convinced me to remain house bound to the Avengers tower, participating in community service here and there if my magic needed to be put to use depending on the foe they were fighting that same day. Of course, they never let me out without a particular Asgardian bracelet my idiot brother brought back that would dull my abilities, ensuring my escape would not be easily attempted.

When I had arrived at the tower for my new living situation, I received the not-so-surprising welcome from those heroes, and I often wondered who convinced SHIELD to let me be housed here. When my eyes landed on Y/N, those features reddened and her eye contact wavered, I knew it was here. I never brought it up, but as we conversed here and there throughout my time, her kindness compared to the others was a define confirmation where I never really needed to ask.

And our friendship grew.

Reader’s POV

Loki and I were similar in many ways- not so much the fact that he killed people or tried to take over the world or that he was narssassistic.. okay perhaps not that similar. Though in many house-life ways we seemed to be two peas in a pod.

I knew from the start the Avengers had sent me first to try to take him down, to put me to the test, so to speak, during my training days. To everyones surprise, he and I weren’t the stereotypical enemies. I would never admit it, but Loki was right.. fighting him was almost something I would look forward to, because we knew we couldn’t bring ourselves to kil each other.

Weve grown in friendship since he’s arrived, I noticed long before there was something different about him.. so I spoke with Fury and although Loki hasn’t figured it out yet- to my knowledge, I was assigned to secretly ‘babysit him’.

Whenever he entered the room, I couldn’t help but look at him with the feeling that my lips wanted to curl into a smile. There was a strange flutter in my chest, almost a wanting that I hoped he would sit next to me, talk to me, anything where I was really in his attention. He strongly disliked everyone else, perhaps me a bit less so I hope that wasn’t the main reason why he would come over..

I don’t want him to hate me..

We sat across from each other in another meeting, hosted by Rogers as he yet again had to debrief us on how we could do better on the latest assignment. From the corner of my eye, I could tell Loki was staring and I shifted a little shyly by his intense gaze. Whenever I would move to look back at him, his eyes were quick to move on Rogers and sometimes I would question if he had really been looking over here or not.

Just to test that theory, I would sometimes lean forward against my forearms on the table, my clevage showing a bit more with whatever top I was wearing that day. From the corner of my eye I could see Loki seeming to study my skin, him taking a strained swallow as he shifted in his seat sutly. I couldn’t help but smirk as I ‘listened’ to Steve, loving to tease this man to get back at mild mischief he would throw around in the tower when he was bored.

I would only sit back in my chair when I notice Tony activitly leaning forward to stare down my chest, hearing a growl form Loki as he seemed to look jealous before I would roll my eyes at Stark.

He would after flirt, casually of course in a normal conversation and catch me off guard where he’d smirk at how red my cheeks would get. Often mentally preparing myself to see him every day I would usually beat him to it with a flirtation inundo where he then would either stutter or turn away to try to make sure I wouldn’t see his own cheeks redden.

Cat and mouse, taking turns on who would be played and the player.

That’s how our relationship was, flirting and conversing. The only one who could hold up an interesting conversation around here and get me to think. He had so many ideas, good ones, and thoughts where we’d lose track of time. Truth be told I think I have began to gain feelings for this god.. and it scared me to death but upon seeing how.. for lack of a better term, weak, I could make him, it also made me feel bold, powerful, and I liked the person I was when I was around him.

Yet it’s not like he felt the same.. I probably was just another weak mortal in his eyes, decent enough to kill time with if this was all the options he had..

Nobody’s POV

Loki’s footsteps slowed, moving with causton down the halls as soon as he heard slight sound coming from the kitchen down the hall. Exactly where he was heading to In the middle of the night, as one does.

He was bare chested, black boxers being the only article of clothing he had on and with a dagger formulating in his hand as he neared the corner. No one has been up this late, and judging the cercumstances of where they were, you could never be to sure with the enemies that could pop up. Yet when he peaked around the corner, there was no enemy..

Her.

She had on.. very short shorts, a tank top with no sign of bra on as she kept her back to him at the stove. The dim stove top light was the only lighting she gave herself as she stirred something in the pop while his body relaxed with the non-threat.

Why was she up at this hour? He was only fetching himself a glass of water..

The dagger slowly vanished within thin air, his eyes starting from her ankles and slowly working their way up as he leaned himself against the doorframe. He had seen her in varies outfits- from work, to casual but never sleep attire. His teeth captured his bottom lip, feeling like he hasn’t blinked as he shifted himself by the slight growing reminder at how he felt towards her. Upon pawing at his boxers, he exhaled in slight discomfort and as soon as he noticed her body tensed, his hand moved to his side as she turned.

‘’oh! Loki-‘’ she gasped, quickly hushing herself as she grabbed her heart from the surprise. Her eyes seemed to widen at the sight of him, not exactly having seen him in his own sleep attire before- let alone shirtless. ‘’what are you-‘’

Playing it off quickly as if he hadn’t been staring for long a moment ago, he casually shrugged and moved himself towards the fridge with his eyes forward. ‘’I am merley fetching a glass of water, I am more curious as to why you would be cooking yourself a meal this late in the night?’’ he asked, glancing over at the stove as she turned off the burner.

‘’sometimes I just wake up with cravings- I wasn’t to hungry at dinner time so I suppose my body makes up for it now’’ she smiled sheepishly and leaned herself against the counter, watching him.

Loki gave a mild hum and a nod, taking a glass and turning around to face her. ‘’well do not mind me, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything’’ he smirked and slowly sauntered over to her.

He could notice her breathing picking up as he stood before he, having to tilt his head down a little to look at her as his height served as a reminder.

‘’n-not at all-‘’ she shook her head, sucking in a breath as he raised his arm while he held eye contact, their expressions steady at a stalemate before he reached around her, his arm gliding against her side before he pulled back with the water pitcher in hand. Looking embarrassed, her eyes moved over to the stove, checking on nothing which made him smirk.

‘’is there a problem?’’

‘’of course not- I’m just waiting for you to finish up.’’ She said with quick defense where he couldn’t help but chuckle, motioning around him as he poured into his glass.

‘’I am not in your way darling, unless of course you require things from the fridge but I do remember you favor that particular meal as is- plain package contents.’’ He said with no judgement- not anymore, he had wrinkled his nose the first time he had seem packaged ramen but held back his negative opinions when she had him try it one day.

‘’I know I just- am not used to working in the kitchen with someone around..’’ she said and rubbed her arm as she seemed to want to close in on herself.

‘’that is not try Y/N, I distinctly remember you having no issue working in the kitchen when one is present,’’ he corrects calmly and takes a sip of his drink, eyeing her before he sets down the glass beside him. ‘’I think you are merely just not used to one seeing you in quite the.. intimate attire..’’ he smirked and she picked up on his teasing, narrowing her eyes as she crossed her arms to seem stubborn but she really just tried covering herself.

‘’I am perfectly fine, Loki, with cooking in anything with anyone. I just enjoy my peace and quiet and wish to resume it as soon as you leave.’’

‘’quite the lie darling, how long will you be keeping it up until you remember what the god of I am?’’ he laughed, quickly lowering his voice as he leaned against the counter across from her, almost acting as a mirror as he rests his palms beside him on its edge just as she did.

He couldn’t help but notice her- not so subtle- eyes roaming over his chest in quick movements as if he wouldn’t notice. Did she admire him as much as he admired her?.. or wasn’t strictly just their forms they liked..

‘’..was it an innuendo?’’ he asked, seeming to surprise himself as the words came out.

‘’-what was?’’ she asked, raising a brow as she thought if she said anything right now that would make him think that but he clarified with a shake of his head.

‘’in our last fight.. when I was free.. before all,’’ he waved his hand around as his eyes slowly raised over to hers. ‘’this..’’ he cheeks reddened at the very pit he had dug himself but he had to ask. ‘’you told me.. that you would rather put my mouth to better use-‘’

‘’that was strictly involving interrogation-‘’ she said quickly, her cheeks heating up as she turned herself around, gripping the counter edge in her hands as she kept her back to him.

She was hiding, quite shy and although he was rather embarrassed himself upon asking the question, he quite liked the way he could make her squirm this was as she hid her face from him. ‘’all of it?’’ he asked slowly and she knew he was waiting to try to read on if she would lie to him.

Her eyes studied the countertop, her mouth searching for words while her mind raced before she closed her eyes and shook her head. ‘’no..’’

Loki’s heart seemed to jump in his chest, his eyes looking over her back.. backside to be exact while he listened to her answer. So she did want him.. he began to take a small step forward, watching how she stayed still as she kept her back to him but she was very much listening to his movement. ‘’as it may seem.. I want you to Y/N.. but not in just that way..’’ he took a breath, finding it easier to confess while she wasn’t piercing him with her eyes and he continued on.

‘’your not like the other mor- ..humans.. your strong, you help others, your not selfish and dare I say just as mischievious as me.. intreging.. I’ve often looked forward to the next time we got to fight if it so meant being just a little bit more close to you..’’

By now he was standing behind her, seeing how she kept her head low and her body began to shake as she drew in a breath. ‘’..i like you too Loki.. you make me feel like I’m alive.. you make me want to be better.. stronger.. free.. I knew since day one you were holding back in the fight for a reason..’’

He slowly rested his hands along hers, his body hovering just barely against hers as his chin almost rested against her shoulder. His eyes fluttered closed, taking an inhale of her sweet scent he loved so much while he shook his head. ‘’I couldn’t hurt a sweet thing like you.. it was you who told Fury to put me here, wasn’t it? Out of the cell?’’ he finally asked and she nodded a little, looking forward as she straightened a little, bringing her body up so her shoulder was resting now against his chin.

He took this as an okay to rest a little weight on her, his chin down on her shoulder while his hands moved to rest on top of hers. His body was so close to hers, he could feel her body heat radiating off of her skin and his cock throbbed as he could smell her arousal. Her sweet.. sweet scent..

‘’thank you Y/N..’’ he whispered, grateful every day to be stuck here if I meant being close to her like this. Glass between them didn’t cut it. His thumb gently stroked her smooth skin on her hand, his brows furrowing as the straining reminder and he took a shaky breath. ‘’..does the offer still stand?’’ he whispered, asking the same question he had asked a long time ago.

His body tensed, holding itself back to remain in control as she slowly nodded and whispered back, ‘’yes..’’

Moving ever so slowly, keeping in control and full prepared to stop himself if she would change her mind, he pressed himself up against her, his bulge resting against her ass while his chest pressed against her back. His hand slowly left her own and moved to her waist, his palm flat as it glided down her hip and moved so his fingers could dip under the edge of her shorts.

With one last hesitation as if she would change her mind, his hand moved into her shorts, dipping into her underwear and found out just how aroused she was. They both seemed to suck in a breath, her body beginning to shake as he buried his face against the side of her neck and hair.

‘’gods Y/N.. how long have you dripped for me..’’ he breathed and felt her body tense as she bit her lip.

‘’to long..’’ she whispered and felt the pads of his two finger tips began to rub lazy circles against her clit.

Her hips seemed to press forward into his hand, her head falling back to rest against his shoulder while his hand stroked through her folds. Her breathing was shallow and she arched her back a bit when he began slowly grinding his bulge against her ass, following the same rhythem of his hand.

His own body shook a bit, his breathing seeming to match hers as he nuzzled his cheek against hers, their eyes closed as they feel into the sensation of lust while Loki moved his hand so his thumb could take over her clit while a digit began ghosting her enterance, teasing her as he moved his finger barely in and out.

Her fists clenched as she bit her lip, the teasing slowly driving her made and she could almost see the smug look on his face as he waited for her to give him what she wanted. She wasn’t having that and instead, pushed her ass a bit into his crotch, pushing him a step back before pulling his hand out by her wrist before she turned herself around.

Loki smirked, following her intentions as his hands moved to her waist and helped her jump onto the counter, her legs spread while he made quick work to pull her shorts and panties off all in one go. He had to take a pause, the sight to beautiful to just admire as his hands gripped the counters edge alongside her spread legs while she rested back on her palms.

His mouth seemed to water at the sight of her cunt, ready and waiting while he sank to a knee. The care if someone would walk in was long gone for them both as Loki moved his hands to grip her hips before he dipped his head between her legs. The very taste of her had him pulling her forward so she was closer to the edge, her legs shaking to almost squeezing his head while her own rested back with her eyes up to the ceiling.

‘’fuckk..’’ she breathed, her fingers gripping the edge as he moaned, lapping her center while his vibrations helped her along to build her pleasure.

Silver tongue alright and he couldn’t get enough of her as he ate like a man starved. He lapped through her folds, taking turns suckling at her clit and tongue fucking into her center while her hand moved to his hair.

His locks were silky smooth, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair while she panted for her sweet release. His careful slow movements made her eyes flutter open, noticng how he slowed as soon as her cunt began clenching against his tongue and she bit her lip. Replaying his tongue with the pad of his finger, he kept her on that glorious edge while he rubbed into her clit, raising his head as he smirked up at her.

‘’say it.’’

She held her breath, cheeks heating up as her fingers gripped his hair, knowing he was to strong to pull him back down herself as his eyes pierced hers. With a shaky breath, she knew what he wanted.. she knew for so long what he wanted..

‘’please.. oh god please Loki.. please let me cum..’’ she begged, a whine in her tone as tears of sexual frustration build up pricked her eyes as he gave her that all to familiar smirk.

‘’as my lady commands,’’ he purred before moving his hand back to her hip and replaced it with his tongue, plunging it in and out of her center while the tip of his nose rubbed against her clit.

Her hips began bucking, her grip tightened in his hair before she threw her head back and moaned, shamelessly moaning his name as her eyes fluttered closed while she came. Loki wasted not a single drop as he drank her in, his hands rubbing up and down her thighs soothingly, almost like that alone was telling her good girl..

With shallow breaths, she felt his mouth slow its movements, helping her ride out her orgasm while her body shook. Pulling his body back slowly, he gave each inside of her thigh a kiss before he raised himself to be nose to nose with her, his palms resting beside her thighs as he smirked.

‘’how’s that for holding back?”

Her eyes widened as her hands moved to grip his shoulders. ‘’you were holding back??”

‘’do you think I hold back just in battle darling? I do not wish to break my fair mortal’’ he smirked and his eyes glanced over her before flicking back up. ‘’we are merely in the kitchen, if you wish for a proper.. fucking, then to the bedroom we go.’’

Her cheeks heated up and the realization that it gets 10000 times better- impossibly- made her eyes flick down to his raging erection. That piercing gaze of hers moved back up to his own and she mirrored his smirk as she moved a hand down to where he wanted her most.

‘’how about we put my mouth to use too..’’

Loki smirked and pulled her forward, her arms wrapped around his neck while her legs around his waist.

‘’..i will accept that offer in.. full.’’

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[takusan-no-ai]

Washed Away in a Hot-Steamed Bath

PAIRING: Kratos x Female Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: Kratos and his shy (Y/N) clean each other in a comforting bath.

It wasn’t her first time bare in front of her husband, nor would it be her last. But it was still a new experience for (Y/N). One that she worried she’d never get used to.

The water was at it’s purest, the hot springs were decorated with full bloom flowers and calm wildlife. Ever since Kratos finally achieved peace he has been more open to affection; this hot spring was one of those shows of affection that he was willing to attempt.

“(Y/N), you do not need to be scared,” he comforted her. She was covering her body with a white cloth and hiding behind a tree. Kratos, still dressed, was slowly walking her toward the hot spring.

Just being in close proximity of him made her heart burst. It was even worse now that she’s nude next to him. (Y/N) was blushing heavily and had her eyes clammed shut. “I’m not scared…just-just nervous.” Kratos wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up slightly, before descending her into the water.

It stung at first, but quickly became relaxing. (Y/N) could feel her nerves evaporating from within. Kratos soon after disrobing joined her, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth. She giggled in response before it hit her, they were now nude next to each other. She began to blush again, but was much calmer this time.

Kratos grabbed the rag and soap, lathering it to perfection. (Y/N) scooted closer to him, massaging his shoulders firm but gently. After Kratos finished with the rag, he motioned for (Y/N) to turn around, and she did. He scrubbed her back, neck, waist, and arms.

(Y/N) was still blushing through all this, struggling to keep her composure. “Turn around.” Kratos commanded. She nodded and did as told, with her eyes shut. The sudden sensation of Kratos’ lips on (Y/N)’s made her eyes shoot wide open.

“K-Kratos?” She questioned whilst embracing him in her arms.

“I do not wish for you to be nervous around me. I want you to enjoy this too.” His words, while simple in meaning, carried a weight larger than Midgard. (Y/N) smiled up at him, her eyes brighter than ever.

“I am enjoying this. I love you so much it makes me nervous to be so intimate with you.” She confided. Kratos caressed her face. They kissed again, this time with passion.

“I love you too.” He said.

They continued to clean each other slowly, soaking in each other’s presence.

- Fin

[rocksanddeadflowers]

It's the winter solstice today so I am again thinking about Lyfrassir celebrating Yule on the Aurora to try and keep Yggdrasilian traditions alive. Hanging up spmistletoe (space mistletoe) or spcedar (space cedar) etc to bring in greenery, or cooking a large traditional feast, maybe they request Marius and other willing mechs to preform Yule carols.

I think specifically Marius would have many feelings about Lyfrassir celebrating Yule, not just bc of the violinspector thing but bc the lore I picked up, Marius is Space German, so he presumably had a variation of Yule in his past. (Also the fanon(?) idea of Marius having written The Wassailant album in his universe, like the Kofi Young album, is chef's kiss btw.)

Just.... Lyf emotionally rambling on about the celebrations they grew up with while Marius teaches them to make Thomas Wheel breads bc he may block out much from his past but he somehow remembered this and it means so much to Lyf that he may as well.

I want the others trying to help the holiday spirit. I want Tim to tell Marius that this is just like Christmas and he should definitely kiss Lyf under the mistletoe bc it's tradition and he rants about Santa Clause bc what do you mean you guys didn't have that? I want Brian to bake gingerbread cookies shaped like octokittens. Raphaella flying around hanging up decor and occasionally scooping up Jonny and forcing him to help (he acts way more upset over it than he actually is). I want the Toy Soldier being compared to nutcrackers but it actually ends up playing Mari Lwyd which, while being mainly Welsh it's close enough and its absolutely lovingly terrifying. Ashes insists on a Yule Log that's an entire tree (Lyf explains that's just an exaggeration or myth but also won't kill their fun). Nastya and Aurora shift the day-night lighting cycles to feel as close to a Midgard winter as possible. Ivy is honestly the only one trying to find genuine traditional celebrations (both out of caring for Lyf and bc she needs this to be accurate period) to help Lyf with.

They pick a night to feast and drink, a few trading presents while they get drunk off of wassail or muled wine and singing different winter holidays carols from each cultural background that had them. Lyf is ever grateful for their newfound family. They're fucked up and frankly quite concerning, but it means the world to find that deep down, in their own way, they all truly care.

[cafeinthemoon]

Ruins - Part XX

Chapter 20

Wordcount 3,4k

Title Part XX

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18 . 19

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi @telvess (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: Finally, one of my favorite parts of this story is about to begin! As I said before, I've been planning the next scenes for a long time and couldn't wait to share them with you. Honestly, I think there should be more events during the party, but I decided that it would be too much and wouldn't add to the main plot, so I cut out some ideas. Maybe I'll post them as an extra chapter, but for now have this one ;)

If you sat down to write about all the encounters and surprises you had during that memorable night, you’d have to spend the first months of your marriage recollecting and categorizing your memories, for you were presented to many people, some of them known in your homeland at Midgard, others completely new to you. While your husband was mostly congratulated as the gods’ elder brother who finally had time to find love for himself, you were a novelty in each social circle, and everyone wanted a chance to see the newly created goddess from close.

Some of those new acquaintances, like the Solar Gods and their little conflict, had a deeper impact in you, and you had a special place in your heart for them.

One important friendship you began was with a goddess from your own pantheon, Athena. Months ago, Hermes has informed you that she has been absent from Valhalla for quite some time but hasn’t justified this attitude yet, but now she decided to attend the celebration and welcome her new pair.

You were curious when you saw that tall, elegant young woman with sober garments – including a head accessory that resembled a helmet and a necklace with a golden owl on its front – who approached you with no hesitation, and after the presentations you understood the sensation of depth and perspicacity you had when you looked into her brown eyes.

The first words exchanged between you were hers.

– This attentive look in your eyes, that has been watching my moves from far, and this undeniable, but respectful anxiety for our first contact… – she opened an enigmatic smile – It’s an avid reader we have before us, right?

You smiled back.

– You can say that, my Lady.

As always, Hades made the presentations.

– Y/n, this is Athena, goddess of Wisdom and Zeus’ daughter – and with a smile, – She has been willing to meet you since she heard about you.

– And this is not an exaggeration – Athena corroborated – After all the wonderful things my uncle said about you, Y/n, I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to see you with my own eyes.

You ignored the warmth on your cheeks and stared at your husband with an inquiring look.

– Does your uncle always talk this much, Athena-sama?

The goddess covered her mouth with both hands as she laughed at the said uncle’s surprised expression, then joined the game:

– Men are just like this, more than they’re willing to admit. You better get used to it.

Hades let out a loud sigh in an imitation of boredom, but you saw the diversion in his eyes.

– Won’t you show some respect for the old uncle who taught you how to read even in a day like this?

Athena crossed her arms.

– Absolutely not. Specially in a day like this.

There was laughter between you three, then the Goddess of Wisdom led her hands to her neck and took off the necklace from it. You were going to ask of she was about to do, but you didn’t have to: she offered the accessory to you with both hands, and after a second of hesitation, you accepted the gift.

– The life as a goddess and a queen is everything but easy, and there will be moments when you will think you will never succeed – Athena explained – In these moments, let the owl be your companion, and you will regain your courage and your wisdom. This is my blessing to you.

You spent a moment observing the animal’s big eyes, formed by a pair of black jewels, and a feeling of gratitude and comfort invaded your heart.

– I will surely do this – you raised your eyes to the goddess – Thank you for your blessing, Athena-sama.

– It’s good to hear that! – she replied with a satisfied smile – I hope our meetings in the future to be as pleasant as this one, young Y/n.

You nodded.

– Me too.

When Athena said goodbye to you and walked away, Hades helped you to put on the necklace. With all the new, grown hair you would never manage to do it without a mirror, and you said that to him.

– I think my challenges as goddess and queen started sooner than expected!

Hades agreed with a laugh. When he finished adjusting your hair, you turned to him and were going to ask how you looked, but gave up on it once you noticed the peculiar scene happening not so far from you.

Your sister Luna was chatting with a pair of cheerful nymphs you’ve met days ago. You couldn’t hear their voices from your spot, but you were able to observe and understand what was going on with precision: someone appeared suddenly behind Luna and made her startle; she turned to him and, though she didn’t know his identity, she wasn’t less impressed than the nymphs, for the intruder had the form of an attractive young man with fine clothing and green hair, who gave his attentions primarily to her.

You narrowed your eyes to the man, sensing something strange about him, but you only understood what it was when he made a swift gesture with his hand, making a flower appear between his fingers.

In a second, you were fuming.

– I can’t believe that! – you greeted your teeth – Not in my wedding!

Hades frowned, but soon understood everything.

– Well, well, if that’s not our friend Loki…

You were almost running to take your sister way from the Nordic god, but your husband held you in place.

– Hades, please, I…!

– Look – he interrupted you – Someone’s already there for Luna-san.

You looked again and saw the moment when, after your sister accepted the flower from Loki, your mother suddenly appeared behind him and poked his shoulder. He turned to her and, blushing at the serious expression on her face, he moved his hands and created a flower bouquet formed by the same species of the flower he gave to Luna, offering it to your mother. She held the flowers with hesitant hands, staring at them while trying to understand what was going on. Before she could do or say anything, a third person joined the group: your father, and he was as dissatisfied as your mother in the beginning, judging by his frown and his arms crossed over his chest. But Loki had a surprise for him too: smirking, he snapped his fingers and a flower crown became visible on your father’s head, to his confusion and to Luna and your mother’s diversion.

You stared at the group for a moment, then sighed and smiled at your own foolishness. Your family, you understood, would be alright taking care of each other; they’ve been really good at this for all the time you’ve lived with them, and nothing indicated that this would change. You gave up before you took the first step toward them.

However, you wouldn’t have much time to rest from the surprises of that night. You barely looked away from your relatives, you saw a small silhouette passing by you, coming from nowhere, so fast that when you were able to identify her, she was already five meters away: Ellie was running around as if playing a game, and before you could run after her, Helena passed as fast as the baby, calling her name.

– Ellie-chan! Stop running! – and, glancing at you with some embarrassment, – I’m sorry, y/n-san, she just escaped my grip!

You opened your mouth and closed it again as your sister followed the same direction as the baby, who kept running and provoking curious looks and laughter from the observers… until she bumped into someone’s leg and fell on the floor, sitting, and the entire room fell silent. Helena stopped immediately and didn’t approach Ellie’s spot once the person into whom she bumped turned and looked down at the little girl.

You held your breath and murmured to yourself.

– Ah… Poseidon-sama!

The Lord of the Seas, with his cold eyes glued on the child, spent a moment in silence, observing, as if he was trying to guess of kind of living being he had at his feet. Ellie – for your relief – didn’t make tricks, started crying nor did anything that could be considered petulance by someone like him: she just stood there, staring back at him and not understanding the situation she put herself into.

And, to everyone’s surprise, the god’s reaction was simple, and had nothing to do with discontentment or irritation: he bent down and took the baby by her armpits, with a delicacy you guessed that came from his inexperience with human beings: to him, if the adult ones looked so fragile that holding them the wrong way would cause permanent damage, even more their children. Ellie didn’t protest or showed fear: instead, she found it funny to be held like that and smiled at the strange man with ocean eyes.

The said man was clearly not used to have people who showed no fear in his presence, so he kept staring at the girl showing off her little teeth in an innocent smile, intrigued with her behavior… Until the shadow of a smile appeared on his lips as well.

– Are you always this audacious and brave, little person? – he adjusted his grip on her and allowed her to hold his finger.

Your heart calmed down as you looked around, while the faces of the guests softened at the scene. So, everything ended up well… Or so you thought.

You saw the moment when Ellie, with the typical childish curiosity, held Poseidon’s finger with more strength than usual and, before anyone could stop her, led it to her mouth, closing her little teeth around it as she used to do with her favorite treats.

You noticed the god’s eyes widening and a wave of gasps spreading across the room; you covered your mouth with both hands and your husband put his palm over his face.

After the first scare, Poseidon managed to free his finger from your niece and stared at his own skin, left reddish and wet. Again he looked at the girl, who still had that unsuspecting look in her little eyes, and the first thing he said in response would have provoked intense laughter if it was someone else in his place:

– Such a strong bite for a tiny little thing... Almost like a baby shark.

***

The next minutes of the party followed with no surprises, that is, nothing that resembled the incident involving Ellie and your brother-in-law, with you and Hades receiving congratulations and blessings from people from many pantheons and lands. Though you couldn’t remember all their names, you certainly would remember their kindness and receptiveness. However, not even this was enough to keep you in the room for more than those few hours.

It happened that, as time passed, the sensations that started right after you consumed the ambrosia continued to develop, and you noticed a strange tiredness taking over your limbs and your senses, leading you to a state of hyperstimulation, making the lights, colors, smells and sounds around you unbearable.

After saying goodbye to another group of gods, you turned to Hades and told him you couldn’t stay on your feet for much longer.

– I’m sensing the beginning of a headache, and I don’t think it will be a light one – you whispered to him – It will get worse if I stay here for too long.

He passed his hand on your hair, not disguising his worry.

– It must be another effect of the ambrosia. If this is the case, I’ll take you to our room now.

He closed his mouth when his brothers joined you: Zeus, with his calm demeanor and his hands on his back, Adamas with a goblet in hands and Poseidon, still with Ellie in his arms; now the baby was sleeping with her head on his shoulder.

– If you’re feeling a bit tired, it is, in fact, because of the ambrosia – Zeus, who overheard your conversation, told you – Your body is still mortal, thus sensitive, so that adapting to such changes is hard. You should really take some rest now.

– That’s what I’m intend to do – you replied – Thank you for preoccupation, Zeus-sama.

The chatting was interrupted by Adamas’ laugh.

– It’s always funny to observe these formalities toward my little brother – he approached and messed your hair on a spot away from your crown, – Still haven’t time to tell you that, but welcome to the family, y/n-chan.

You smiled with sympathy.

– Thank you, Adamas-sama.

You turned to Poseidon, who has been silent since the start. The memory of his abrupt encounter with Ellie made your cheeks warm as you observed her snoring on his lap, but you approached him with confidence.

– I apologize for the incident involving my niece, Poseidon-sama – you stretched your arms to her – I will take her back to my family, so she won’t be causing you more distress.

– Of course – he nodded and gave the child to you; she moved a bit when you held her, but didn’t wake up.

Finally, you tuned to your husband and told him you were going to leave Ellie with your parents. He agreed and replied that he would be waiting in the company of his brothers.

That was the last time you spoke with your family that night. You approached your parents and your mother took the initiative of holding the baby. She raised her eyes to your face and frowned.

– You’re certainly as beautiful as ever with your new appearance, my child – she passed her hand on your face – But you seem a bit tired.

– I am – you smiled – I’m leaving the party to take a rest. Zeus-sama explained that it’s one of the effects of the ambrosia, so it’s the best for me now.

– And I agree with him – your father approached, putting his hand on your shoulder. He still had Loki’s crown on his head and was now holding the bouquet.

You opened your arms and hugged them at the same time, involving the baby between you, then walked back to Hades after saying goodbye to them.

***

Because of the growing tiredness on your legs and the increase of your headache, the way from the room where the party was happening to the private chambers where your honeymoon should start seemed longer than you remembered it. There was a moment when you held your husband’s arm and told him you couldn’t go any farther.

– My body feels heavier at each step – you murmured – I guess I’m going to pass out…

Hades took you in his arms the moment when your feet failed you, stopping you from falling on the corridor.

– Guess the party was too much for you, little one – he whispered to you – Sorry for not taking you away before.

You smiled.

– And awakening the wrath of my new pairs so soon with this rudeness? No, I pass.

You didn’t remember if anything more was said between you or if you really passed out, but you only opened your eyes again when you heard a knob being turned and the door of your room was opened.

Hades crossed the living room, where you spotted candle lights on each corner, and took you to the bed area. Moving the sheets away, he left you on the right side of the bed and went to the balcony’s doors, opening them to let the fresh air and the soft light of outside in. When he came back to you, you were sitting on the bed, trying to take off your shoes.

– Allow me – he sat on your side and, without waiting for a response, put your feet on his lap and started to untie the straps of your shoes.

You sighed.

– The numbness is leaving, but I’m still tired – you passed a hand on your face, not worried about blurry your makeup – And this headache is increasing…

Hades bent down and left your shoes on the floor beside the bed.

– Come here – and, when you took off your feet from his lap and did as he said, – Untying your hair will release you from part of the discomfort.

He took off your crown and hairpin, then started to untangle the strands. You stood in silence as his fingers ran through your scalp, and realized you were feeling asleep; when you noticed, you were already leaning on your husband’s shoulder. He passed his arms around you and kissed your hair.

– I’m going to call Hermes and tell him to send Asclepius to see you – he said.

– The god of Medicine?

– Yes. He has seen cases like yours before, including Psique and Hercules – he explained – He will help you to get through the transformation.

You made a “hmmm” and sighed.

– I think I’m going to take a bath while he doesn’t arrive.

– Do you need help?

You shivered. Of course, you knew that showing yourself unclothed before your husband would become part of your private routine, but you haven’t thought too much about it, so the naturalness with which he asked that sounded sudden, to say the least.

– No… No, thank you.

When you were able to stand again, Hades left to call Hermes and you headed to the bathroom to prepare everything.

***

Contrary to what you imagined, taking a bath without help in those conditions wasn’t that hard. Your clothes were light and you were already on barefoot, so that the only struggle was to organize all the stuff you’d need. Besides, there was a bathtub large enough for you to stretch your legs and carved at a reasonable distance from to the wall, so you could rest your head on its border and leave all those inches of hair out.

Your right foot touched the warm water and a shiver was sent through your entire body. You passed your arms around yourself, finding the sensation strange: you weren’t that cold, right?

Well, whatever.

You were too tired to deliberate. You entered the water and stood there for the longest time possible.

***

You were already back on the bedroom, took your new side of the bed, wearing a night gown that didn’t reveal too much under a robe that you wrapped tight around your waist to wait for the doctor – that is, the Lord of all them – to see you. Hades hasn’t still come back when you left the bath and the chambers were too quiet, except for the sound of the evening birds out there and the ruffling grass touched by the wind.

You frowned.

I’m sure that they’re are at a good distance from our place. It’s funny that I’m able to hear them from here.

And even more funny was that you had the impression that those soft sounds were increasing your headache. You pressed your fingers against your temples. Could it be that the ambrosia was causing all of this?

If so, how long must I endure these symptoms? I only hope that Asclepius-sama answers my questions. That would surely make me less anxious.

You were thinking of this when you heard the noise of a door opening and footsteps approaching the room. You straightened up on the bed and, a moment later, Hades entered, accompanied by a young man… whom you already knew.

– Ah! Apollo-sama? – and, frowning, – You’re a bit different from earlier…

In fact, the visitor was like a living shadow of Apollo, but as your eyes got used to his figure, you were able to spot crucial differences: instead of the extravagant garment and golden jewelry, this young man wore nothing but a common, white tunic with a slit on each side, and a pair of leather sandals which straps reached the spot under his jerks; around his waist, a blue stripe of the same fabric, and no accessories were seen, except a satin stripe tying his long hair, which was of a darker shade than Apollo’s, and the same could be said about his eyes. On his right hand, he carried a sort of cane in the form of a column, with a serpent’s body wrapped around it, and over his shoulder there was a large bag, similar to the one of a traveler.

The young man, you also noticed, seemed to have the exact opposite of Apollo’s expansive personality and mannerism.

In the middle of this, Hades laughed when he heard your words.

– It never gets boring – and, turning to the visitor, – But I bet it ceased to be funny for you long ago, right?

The man carried a gentle smile on his face.

– It used to bother me in the past, but now I really don’t care much, Hades-sama – he commented with a low, composed voice – After all, my father is known for his presentable looks. So being mistaken for him is rather a compliment.

That conversation left you even more confused.

– I don’t understand – you alternated your look between your husband and the other man – You are Apollo-sama’s son?

– Yes. I am Asclepius, God of Medicine – the man nodded in respect – It’s been a while since I’ve met a newly formed goddess, so it’s an honor to meet you, y/n from Midgard.

Part XXI + Extra Content

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Surprise

First of all, thank you to everyone who joined me and helped me with that idea. For finding those nice words, even when she knows that you appreciate her, even when she knows that you love her work. And a special thank you also to @lives-in-midgard, without her, I would not have found the courage to really do this. You helped me when I was just a minute before I threw that all away.

Skittle? @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Finally, you are allowed to know about the surprise. I made this to thank you. I know you already know that I appreciate you, but I wanted to show you that not only I do, but also other people do, and it’s a better way than just telling you.

But thank you so much for always being so kind and helpful. You’re not annoyed, and even when the day isn’t perfect, sometimes it never changes your kindness. Not many people are like you are, and I hope you know deserve all the good and the best and that you’re worth it.

It’s an honor to be your friend and get your support personally and with fics. It's always fun to talk to you about ideas and add details, but it’s also fun to talk to you about everything else. I hope you know that I will always be there for you and support you as much as I can. The moment you started following me and whenever a notification with your name appeared in my notification, it made me so happy because it was and still is such an honor.

And I’m not the only one who thinks like that, so here are some people who think so too. Enjoy their messages for you.

@ellemj: You were the very first writer to ever reach out to me on Tumblr and honestly, I freaked out a little when I saw your user and realized I'd definitely read your work before. It was like I was living out some kind of dream. You're so kindhearted and willing to talk to other members of the community, it's inspiring. I feel lucky that I've gotten to be on the receiving end of your kindness. Thank you for being a friend and thank you for sharing your amazing works with us all!

@lives-in-midgard: Dear Skittle, I want to let you know that I really enjoy reading your stories and always love to see what you came up with! 💗 Beside that I also really love to see you in my notification or on my for you page. Reading your comments on my fics always makes me smile! I'm sending you hugs! 💞

@buckyysdoll: hon, you truly seem like such a genuinely sweet person. the way you interact with the fics you love and reblog on your page is honestly heartwarming, and you can see even from an outsider’s view how affectionate and encouraging it is. keep up your kindness hon, & happy belated new year too! we need more people like you in this world 💛🌻☀️sending love & hugs from a stranger xx

@sergeantbarnessdoll: I love her. She always has something nice to say, even when you’re having a bad day

anon: I love your work, it always puts a giddy smile on my face and brightens my day. When I see a new post I do a wee happy dance in my seat (or bed).

anon: Hi Skittle I love reading your stories! And I always get excited when I see that you have a new one shot!

@rogersbarber: such an incredible and talented person!!🖤

[streets-in-paradise]

Where Are All the Gods? - Thor x (Fem) Quill!Reader/ Loki x (Fem) Quill!Reader

Word Count 1.7 K

Warnings: MCU styled standard pop culture references ( the reader is Star-Lord’s twin so...) 

Summary: Loki has an excentric neigbor in the dungeons of the asgardian palace that quickly catches the attention of Thor during one of his visits. She seems to have a past that resonates with their own experiences and the god of mischief keeps himself skeptical about the veracity of her saids, but his adoptive brother is willing to listen her. 

Notes: For the sake of this, let’s pretend Thor visited Loki at least once before the prision break that happened during the invasion of the dark elves. 

Tags: @nocturnest @spngingerbread21​ 

The prince of Asgard was in the dungeons for an informal visit to his brother. Nothing obliged him to do it, he told himself many times that he was going to give up on him. However, actually putting that idea to practice wasn’t easy because he still cared for Loki despite stumbling with his hate over and over again. Thor only wanted to make him company for a while fearing that the extreme isolation would make him even more deranged and there weren’t many others willing to make the visits. No one else, only him and the queen had some amount of attachment to him. 

It didn’t take long for him to regret coming, as soon as the sarcastical verbal aggressions started. The situation progressively escalated into one more of their classical fights. 

“ You are pathetic, as much of a simplistic sentimentalist as the species you adore so much.” Loki was rambling his hate away. “ Can’t you see that you need of me more than I have ever needed you? You are here for yourself, Thor.” 

The god of thunder wasn’t listening anymore. Not only was the reproach old, but a noise in the background was catching his attention. One that Loki got used to after many days hoping to learn how to ignore it. A mindless environmental inconvenience that didn’t justify the use of magic, but was enough to annoy him pretty frequently. 

You were singing in the cell right in front of his, acting like you would have been ignoring the argument when in fact you have been pendant of every word because you were bored. Extremely bored, and Loki wasn’t a very chatty neighbor. Singing to yourself for hours was a coping mechanism to keep your sanity, but also an easy way to get attention whenever possible. Even if it would start with him yelling at you to shut up, he would have to talk with you. Annoying the two asgardians into paying attention to you seemed more fun than being passively exposed to their family drama. 

“ That the walls were shaking, the Earth was quaking “ You sang as if you would be back  fooling around with Peter. “ My mind was aching and we were making it … “

Thor turned back following the direction of the sound and Loki was even more infuriated than usual when he realized you created a successful distraction midway into his venting. 

“ Mind to give us a minute? I have been FORCED TO HEAR YOU for the ENTIRE DAY!!” 

“ Your song… “ His adoptive brother inquired with unstoppable curiosity. “ I think I have heard it before.” 

“  No way! The son of Odin is into AC/DC? Things are getting crazy!” You answered with excitement. “ … And you shook me all night long …” 

You sang a little bit more into the short chorus and brought to him the needed realization. 

“ STARK! That’s a song he likes,” He cheered the awakening of his musical memory.”  it was hard to decipher without the music. This is outstanding, Loki! I think your companion of imprisonment must be from Midgard.” 

“ Curious detail, it must be part of the punishment. Her constant singing will drive me insane.” 

It was your opportunity to properly engage in their conversation and you didn’t waste it. 

“ Hey, god of thunder and rock and roll! I heard you protect people from Earth. Would your code of honor make you be my lawyer? Spending quality time with your maniac brother has been fun, but I really need a way out of this.” 

“ Excuse me, but even as a prince of Asgard I can’t interfere with a verdict given by the Allfather.” Thor calmly informed you. “ I fail to understand how a human found such an unlucky fate.” 

Loki bursted into laughter. 

“ Wait until you hear it, she has broken all human measurements for stupidity. It’s humiliating to serve sentence close to someone like her.” 

“ You underestimate everyone the same way you overestimate yourself.” The son of Odin recalled. “ Which was your crime, midgardian lady?” 

“ Theft.” You simply explained. “ I tried to take a valuable piece from the asgardian treasure.” 

Loki’s demeanor was intimating you to give a complete confession. 

“ Tell him which of the many artifacts in the palace was the target of your greed.” 

You hesitated, then replied. 

“ Odin’s Gungnir, the only thing this place holds that’s almost as valuable as your untouchable Mjolnir. Nothing personal, I just wanted it for its worth. I’m not planning to use it to destroy a planet like this one did with an Infinity Stone.” 

It wasn’t precisely what Thor expected to hear and it raised even more questions. 

“ The objects you mention are beyond the reach of any mortal, it makes no sense. Not even hearing the name of my hammer angers me because I am aware you would have never accomplished such an impossible heist.” 

“ Did you sincerely think you were going to steal the most heavily guarded weapon in Asgard and walk out harmless?” Loki followed, the airs of superiority in his tone quickly increasing. “ You were imprisoned by your own moronic recklessness. Why did you want it, in the first place? The palace is brimming with treasures that are easier to obtain, heading for the spear of Odin is like screaming to the guards to lock you in a cell for the rest of your life.” 

“ The client I got only pays for unique shit, Loki! He is not interested in a golden statue from your banquet hall.” 

Thor witnessed the altercation with amusement. Insulting people to entertain himself in endless arguments was the closest Loki was to making friends. 

“ If you ask me, that feels to me more like desperation than foolishness. “ He added in your defense. “ Not so long ago I thought myself capable of successfully invading Jotunheim all on my own because desperation to prove myself made me commit a reckless mistake.” 

You showed him a half smile that Loki noticed with annoyance. 

“ Nobody asked you, Thor. You shouldn’t even be here. “ 

The blond ignored him and gave a few steps closer to your cell. 

“ From one desperate fool to another.. May I ask for the motivation behind yours? ” 

Thor was soft spoken and sweet, so you found no problem in opening up just a bit to him. 

“ My brother, I did it for him. For both of us, we want to start over away from the asshole who raised us.” 

“ You have be kidding me!” Loki interrupted with frustration. “ Are you going to believe her? She is clearly trying to manipulate you using what she has learned by listening to us against you.” 

“ I’m not, I swear. This is all a great irony. “ You defended yourself right away. “ Your pity is useless, you can’t get me out, so why would I lie to you? I do have a brother I love, Peter is all I have. It’s always the two of us against the universe, no one else cares for us... Well, Kraglin does, but the point is that we don’t fit in where we are. I wanted to make that sale so we would have enough to make it alone without having to worry. The man who raised us made us thiefs, it’s the only life we know since he stole us from our home as children.” 

“ Is that the addition you make meant to move my emotions?” Loki mocked you with cold skepticism. “ Now is when I’m supposed to empathize with the tragedy of those who suffered from my fate. Let me be the first one telling you that you fail as a liar as you have failed as a criminal, your tale is unrealistic. The stealing of midgardian children serves no useful purpose. “ 

“ Sneaky advantages ideal for stealing.” You corrected him. “ We were smaller than most alien kids and if you would have read The Hobbit, you would know that little people make excellent burglars. Instead of a company of thirteen dwarves at our doorstep asking us to join for an adventure, my brother and I got kidnapped by the forty thieves of Ali Baba.” 

Neither of them understood what you were trying to exemplify, but their confusion was fun to see. 

“ Fate mocking us because Pete and I have the kind of bond you two never had is out of my control. “ Was your honest conclusion. “ How about having a few counseling sessions to pass time? Thor can come once a week and I can help you solve your problems. I failed as a criminal, but I’m good at being a sister for my bro.” 

It was a subtle invalidating point for Loki’s insults that you delivered flawlessly 

“ I refuse, I don’t need advice from an inferior creature. “

“ Then why are you here? If humans are so inferior, why aren’t you ruling us? We are cellblock mates because you failed as a dictator, you are a loser doomed to hear me. “ 

Thor stifled a chuckle to avoid making things worse. 

“ You are not the worst company that can be found in this prison. Loki doesn't appreciate it, but he should.” 

You exaggerated a lovely expression receiving the neutral compliment. 

“ Thank you, Thor! He doesn’t value me in the slightest. Would you keep coming to visit me? I can tell you many awesome things about Earth if you want.” 

Loki rolled his eyes, avoiding looking at you. 

“ Don’t waste your time, he already has a midgardian and she isn’t a constant source of annoyance like you are.” 

To his brother’s disgust,Thor felt comfortable with you. Your ways reminded him a bit of Darcy, quite funny and nice to be around. He was also curious about your story, which you began to tell but didn’t finish. 

“ It would be my pleasure.” He answered directly to you, ignoring the insidious side commentary. “ The eloquent and heartfelt way in which you speak of your brother is a comfort for my troubled mind and I would like to learn more about midgardian traditions to surprise my friends.” 

The agreement was sealed sharing polite smiles, then Thor turned back to face Loki. 

“ See you soon, try to be a nicer companion.” 

As he was heading out he could still hear the usual bickering between prisoners restarting. 

“ Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?” You were singing once more.“ Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the raisin odds?” 

“ SHUT UP!!” 

“ Don’t you like it? Too bad, it's from Peter’s favorite movie. Do you know how many times he made me watch it? I know it by heart so get ready.” 

[asterouslyaesthetic]

so i know we already have the whole "older brother of a woman linked to us via dreams also dreaming of us" shtick covered by hríd, but we also have freyr apparently and it's been living in my head rent-free forever

this is his level 40 confession:

Long, long ago...I dreamt of a summer day spent beneath the sun's rays...And you were standing beside me in that dream, [Summoner]... There is no mistake. That was a true dream... It was a promise made by the future. How will the dream continue from here, I wonder... Of course, knowing would detract from the mystique. Dreams form our desires and shape the future...but for now, let us simply drift off into the summer sun.

how long ago was long, long ago...because for me, my mind immediately jumped to tiny freyr—with short hair and only a single braid instead of two and his eyes closed all the time still, but his face still manages to reveal his emotions when he does not give it permission to, particularly when his sister is involved—waking up as a voice inside his older self's brain, able to see and feel everything he does but unable to exert any influence, because he has always had some influence over dreams and that extends to visions of the future.

and there's this pretty mortal in a sundress who sits next to him as he's simply laying down, and when she says his name, his older self opens his eyes, only to be rewarded with salt water sprinkled at his face and a beautiful smile that makes his heart pound.

but he's so young and she's a mortal, and the only thing young freyr concedes that day is that it's nice to see freyja having fun with a friend.

the visions, bits and pieces out of context that show a wonderful future, don't stop after that day, as if to taunt him for when he disregarde, the clear signs that he grows to love her, because he does and how is it hard to when she cares for freyja so deeply that his sister is willing to trouble herself for the mortal's sake?

those in the palace begin whispering after the fifth time he bumps into the wall with a soft smile on his face.

he sees her past and sees her variable future—some things are fixed, but others are not. he sees her in a wedding gown, as a happy bride and a sad bride, he sees her with children, and he sees her grow old, whether alone or with her variable husbands; most of them are kings, but only three are of Midgard, and of those, one is only a grand duke, beloved brother to the empress.

(never with him)

he sees her in a beautiful deep red dress, on a balcony with only the company of fireworks; he hears the way his heart pounds, and remembers what he once thought; and though there is no recognition in her eyes, she welcomes him to her side all the same

but what should be the start of a two-sided relationship, an acknowledgement of him from her, becomes a time he hopes will never exist

because it isn't until much later that he learns what his sister attempts to do, how she traps the mortal in a neverending dream—about his death and the last thing he sees. to see her smile at him one last time...that much, at least, is granted to him.

but ironically, his desperate attempts to convince freyja to avoid such a path, to leave the beautiful mortal alone, are what drive her into consolidating her plans—and she never realizes, not until they both are willed into existence in Askr, that it wasn't simply a matter of loving mortals; that it was a matter of loving one mortal and wanting her to be happy to a self-sacrificial point.

because his death and freyja's, they are fated, they are fixed, and the prospect of them surviving even once means that they will have changed the future in all timelines. because they, like those of ymir, or hel, or vanir and asgard, exist outside of time—singular entities watching over all worlds—but are still beholden to it.

and then he is summoned, to her, and she smiles the way she did the first time. and freyr, he makes himself a promise. to be helpful in whatever way he can—to be the shoulder she can lean on when she's tired, the ears that listen to her sorrows.

and when summer brings along with it a warmth in the breeze, she takes him—and his sister, and his fairies, and her fairies, and all her other heroes—to a familiar scenery.

a familiar scene, salt water on his face, the beginning of his downfall.

the beginning of his love.

as a hero, his powers are restricted. he has no clue what goes on in the minds of his other selves summoned to other askrs, as he would've if he'd been alive. whether they're as lucky as he is, if they also "get the girl"

when night falls, he confesses his dream to her, his eyes still closed. she's quiet for a while, before she asks him about his words, about whether the dream formed his desires.

and when a quiet yes slips from his lips, and he tells her about wanting to be at her side, her smaller hand lightly grasps his own and feels something soft on his cheek, near his lips

"mine too. my desires...as well, since that dream. when you first approached me."

(telling freyja results in a tantrum from her and an attempted deescalation that his beloved takes far too much glee in.

by week 3, his sister pouts when he expresses his affection for his lover and mixes salt in her coffee, but there remains no malice in her actions.)

[screechthemighty]

Hello, God of War community, we're finally updating!

dreaming 'til you hit the truth: a god of war fanfic part two:

The giants watched him warily. Kratos could not blame them for that. The gods had not treated them kindly, and though he was not from these lands, they had no reason to trust him either. Only one of them was willing to approach him.

“I’m not sure if you remember me,” the woman said hesitantly.

He did. Kratos had lived many years, seen and forgotten many people in that time, but Atreus’s birth was relatively recent. It may have taken him a moment to remember the face of Faye’s midwife, but he did remember.

“Guðrún?” he guessed. She seemed surprised, but nodded. To be honest, he felt a little foolish looking at her. He did not know why he hadn’t considered that she would be a giant, too. Faye had mentioned they had grown up together after the death of her birth family; who else but another giant family would have raised her? “I am glad you are well.”

“I suppose we are now.” Guðrún took a deep breath. “I almost forgot how the air smelled here…”

Every giant in their group had the same look of awe on their faces. He could hear some talking among themselves, wondering what places were still left standing in Midgard, how their homeland had fared. Kratos wished he could give them more answers; his explorations into Jotunheim had been limited, and he did not know how many of their buildings still stood. They might have to rebuild everything if they wished to live there.

It is better than being in exile. And they will have help. His help, if no one else.

“Which one of your group is in charge?” he asked.

“Well…” Guðrún tilted her head towards Atreus. “He’s showed us the way back, but most important decisions we’ve made collectively.”

Then he would speak to the group collectively, once he had the chance. “Have you discussed which of the realms you will reach out to?”

“We were told that Vanaheim would likely stand by us now. We had no quarrel with Niðavellir before, so our primary concern is what remains of Asgard.” Guðrún’s face grew wary. “What power do they have?”

“Lady Sif has assumed most control. She has been in contact with Lady Freya, and…” Kratos turned to his son. “Atreus!”

Atreus broke away from the conversation he was having with a girl about his age and fell back to Kratos’s side. “We found the true Týr,” Kratos continued. “He is alive.”

“He what?!” Atreus yelped.

Several nearby giants overheard, giving Kratos a much larger audience. Kratos recounted the events leading to his and Freya’s discovery of Týr. He was uninterrupted, save for quietly shocked gasps and murmured prayers of thanks. “So, we have another advocate,” said one of the group. “Perhaps…”

The perhaps was left to linger, a thing heavy with hope, but too fragile to be spoken fully. Kratos understood that feeling.

“What else did I miss?” Atreus asked. “I know I was gone a whole year, but…”

Much. The training, the forming council, Sindri’s healing. “We will have much to discuss,” Kratos said as he rested a hand on his son’s shoulder, “but it is largely good news.”

“Oh. Good.” Atreus tilted his head, then broke into a broad grin. “Fenrir’s home?”

“Angrboda brought him when she came to keep Mimir company. You will have an audience.” The joy in Atreus’s eyes warmed his soul. “It will do them good to see you again.”

Atreus was still grinning as he re-joined the girl his age. “Angrboda is the girl from the Ironwood?” Guðrún guessed. “The poor thing. I can’t imagine what it must have been like, being alone for so long.”

“She is resilient. She has company now, though I imagine she will be happy to see her own kind.”

“The feeling is mutual. My daughter is thrilled there will be another girl her age. The other children in our group are either too young to be her friend or boys.” Guðrúnhesitated. “I should tell you, just so it’s not a surprise…we named her Laufey.”

“…hmm.”

Kratos looked back to the girl. She didn’t resemble Faye, of course—there was no blood relation there—but it was still comforting to know Faye’s legacy lived on in more than just her son. Could she see them somehow? Did she know?

“She would be glad,” Kratos said softly, “to see you all home.”

And he would do everything in his power to make sure they stayed safe. In honor of her memory as much as for their own sakes.

.

Atreus could feel Fenrir before he saw him. The wolf felt like he was taking a nap. He’d probably wake up any second now; they were upwind of the house, and he’d always had a good nose.

“Remember, he’s big but he’s friendly.” Atreus had already told them all about Fenrir, but nothing could really prepare you for how big he was. He didn’t want anyone to freak out. “You won’t have anything to worry about.”

Fenrir’s mind suddenly became sharp and clear, confused at first, then so happy that it made Atreus’s heart beat faster. He could hear the wolf’s whining even though the house wasn’t in view yet. Speki and Svanna ran on ahead, barking in response.

he's back! he's back! he's back!

Atreus took off after them. He knew this path, these woods. He hadn’t seen everything so green since the start of Fimbulwinter, but he knew it all. This was the way home. This was the way to…

“Atreus!”

Angrboda stood at the gate, Mimir in hand, Fenrir right behind her. The wolf yipped so loudly Atreus was sure Angrboda couldn’t hear him reply, but it didn’t matter. She ran to him, hugged him tightly. Atreus hugged her back. There was so much he wanted to tell her, but he couldn’t pick a thing to say first. All he was able to say was, “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” she replied. “It’s good to see you.”

“Gods, have you gotten taller?!” blurted Mimir. “Let me look at him, lass, let me see…” Angrboda stepped back so Mimir could see him. He hadn’t changed at all. “Ah, lad, look at you…”

“Hi, Mimir.” Atreus took him from Angrboda and pressed their foreheads together—the best he could do instead of a hug since Mimir didn’t have a body. “It’s so good to see you guys.”

Fenrir shoved his nose into Atreus’s side, nearly knocking him over as he took deep sniffs, trying to figure out where he’d been. “And I missed you, too!” Atreus laughed. “Where you good while I was gone?”

“He was the best.” Angrboda hugged Fenrir’s neck as the wolf kept sniffing. “All his paw fur grew back in. Did you see your dad back there?”

“Yeah, he’s right behind me. With…some friends.”

Fenrir’s ears perked up at the mention of company, then lifted when he actually registered their scent. friends? friends?

“Friends…did you…” Angrboda’s eyes widened. “How many…?”

Father and the first of the giants appeared on the path before Atreus could answer.

It wasn’t a very big group—eight families, thirty people total. He’d seen more giants, but some had chosen to stay behind. They felt safer with miles of forest between them and Asgard, and they had lives they didn’t want to uproot. Atreus understood. He would’ve understood if all of them had stayed.

But he was so, so glad some had decided to come back.

“You did it,” Mimir said softly. “You actually did it.”

Angrboda didn’t say anything, or maybe she couldn’t. She had her hands pressed over her mouth and tears in her eyes. “Are you okay?” Atreus asked.

“I-I…” Her eyes were wide when she looked at him. “Is this real?”

Before Atreus could answer, Laufey ran over. “Are you Angrboda?” she asked eagerly. She started bouncing in place when Angrboda nodded. “Oh, Loki told me all about you…I’m Laufey Guðrúnsdottir…can I hug you? Is that weird?”

“Y-you can, a hug is…”

Angrboda burst into tears.

Atreus panicked. He thought she’d be happy to see everyone, he was pretty sure she was…but why was she crying? What could he do? Laufey didn’t look bothered by it; she just wrapped Angrboda in a tight hug. “It’s really nice to meet you,” she said, as if everything were totally fine. “You’re going to have to show me everything.”

Angrboda nodded and hugged Laufey back. “I’m sorry, I just…I didn’t think I’d ever…”

Oh. Yeah, that made sense. This was a bigger deal for her, since she’d been alone for so long. But she doesn’t have to be. Never again.

Atreus rested his hand on Angrboda’s shoulder. Soon, the three of them were surrounded by some of the others, mostly the parents, all murmuring reassuringly. Others, including Laufey’s aunt Hallveig, approached Fenrir. He started whining again as he lowered his head for pets. “Well, how about that?” Hallveig said as she scratched behind his ears. “You really are just a big baby.”

“Told you.” Atreus looked at the group and felt a smile start to grow on his face. “Are you guys ready to go home?”

He saw the way their eyes lit up, the excitement, and even the disbelief. This must have been when it finally felt real for them, because he felt the same way. He knew he’d found them, that they were coming home, but so many things could’ve happened on the way back. So many things could’ve gone wrong.

But they hadn’t. Everyone was home.

It was real.

.

Kratos wasn’t sure what to expect when the giants stepped through the door and to the Ironwoods.

The stretch of silence was understandable. The place was a legend even among giants; seeing it in person was likely awe-inspiring, especially when it was the first sight of their homeland they’d had in some time.

After silence, the group began to scatter.

Laufey the Younger ran to the animal enclosures, cooing excitedly over the wolves that watched the group with confused looks. Some walked around as if in a trance, taking in everything they could. One group in particular moved with a mission, looking up to the sky, trying to determine directions. Most likely trying to find their way back to their former homes. Kratos approached this group first. “It would be better to leave with the whole group,” he pointed out, as gently as he could manage. “You do not know if there are any dangers on the road.” Not dangers from the Aesir, of course, but the realm had probably grown wild since the giants left. It would not do for them to make it this far only to have their journey end in the mouth of an unfriendly wolf or bear.

The group looked disappointed, but turned back. “Guess one more evening won’t hurt,” one of them admitted. “It’s not like the houses here grow legs.”

Implying the houses where they’d come from could? Kratos quickly decided he didn’t want to know right now. He had other things to worry about beyond what dangers Atreus might have faced on the road.

Kratos glanced his son’s way. Atreus was speaking with Angrboda and one of the adults, gesturing around the space, perhaps trying to determine where to house everyone for the night. He had grown in confidence since leaving. Sixteen years old. Properly a man now, and yet somehow in Kratos’s mind, still so young.

Then again, he was centuries older than Atreus. The boy would likely seem young to him for a long time.

But I cannot treat him like a child anymore. He has more than proven himself.

“It really is a sight, isn’t it?” Mimir said softly.

Kratos nodded. He was careful to step out of earshot before unhooking Mimir from his belt and asking in a low voice, “Are there any left among the Aesir who may cause problems?”

Mimir must have been considering the question as well. His face was troubled and his answer swift: “Honestly, brother, I couldn’t tell you. Odin may have been the primary instigator, but his poison ran deep for years. Him being gone doesn’t mean people magically stopped believing everything he told them.”

It made sense. A year was too short a time to clear a poisoned well. Kratos still suspected there were those in Asgard who were still loyal to Odin. It would explain the rumors that had started to spread about himself and Freya. Rumors that he would have to tell Atreus about eventually, if only so his son would not be taken off-guard.

There were many things Atreus and the returned giants would have to face. But…

The sound of laughter drifted across Angrboda’s camp. She was helping Laufey the Younger onto her ox-creature while Atreus watched with a smile on their face. Other giants were settling in to rest, talking among themselves, smiling more and more openly. It was a happy, peaceful scene.

“It can wait an evening,” he said softly.

“Aye, brother,” Mimir agreed. “I think it can.”

[lavathein]

Oh my God, this is really not funny. And do you know why? Because you absolutely don't understand what you're writing here, and especially when you say that Sylvie deserves hatred and what you wrote in caps. You are a perfectly sane and healthy person if you think this is normal, so let's continue.

Why don't you write the same about Loki, who deceived Thor and practically killed him? Or how about when he conspired with Thanos to take over Midgard and in the process killed countless people? Or when, out of a desire for revenge, he led the Dark Elf to cause chaos for Odin, resulting in Frigga's death? No? What's the matter, is it because he has trauma or someone else is to blame? But according to your logic, that doesn't work, and he also deserves what you're writing about Sylvie?

Do you know why this is happening? Because you look at it from Loki's perspective and are willing to overlook any actions he takes, but when Sylvie does something, you react with, "How dare she, such a bad person!" The whole point of the show was that there is no right or wrong, they both have the same goal where both Loki and Sylvie want to save lives. Both of them. The anger should be directed at Kang, he is the one who started all this mess, not Sylvie, not Loki, not even the TVA, but that idiot.

No one is diminishing Loki's sacrifice, it's not about that, but the fact that the show is so artificial that everything is specifically designed to:

A) Have Loki heroically sacrifice himself;

B) Drama, tears, pain, Drama, Tragedy.

When it's written well, it touches your soul, and yes, for those who care only about Loki, they can watch and think, "Yes, he's a hero, well done, super." Loki alone, she should have been there -- Well sorry, none of the fans are responsible for the writers wanting to make it that way LOL

I and some other people, no, just because it breaks the wall that supports the depth and reality of what is happening, and the writers were so caught up in one idea that they neglected other things.

After s1, I can't see the TVA as angels; they killed and tortured people, and despite the propaganda, they did it on their own and even enjoyed it like sadists because they simply didn't consider themselves equal to the variants. Just remember B-15 and Mobius's attitude towards Loki, and now they say, "They were always good, it's only Sylvie who is bad..." And what did she do? She just wanted to stop the killings long before Loki did. And you say for that she deserves to be beaten with sticks and the death penalty. Incredibly "logical."

And why? Because she didn't agree with Loki, oh God, how could that be.

Again, why is this? Because why on earth should she believe the person on the throne who is deceiving her? Especially considering the second season, he really sat there and blatantly lied to them. Loki didn't have the same experience as Sylvie to hate Kang, but it's not about that. If the danger they talk about exists, his death doesn't particularly solve anything, so he refuses, not because he disagrees with Sylvie, but because he wants to see other options.

AND NOW, ATTENTION: Sylvie is still a variant of Loki, and like Loki, she won't give up on her goal and her perspective. Who is worse, who is better? Neither. Because both don't want anyone to suffer. Both have common goals.

S2 becomes such a farce at some point that we are so much on Loki's side that the show doesn't try to show what would happen if Loki kills her, or if Kang stays and what's his plan, and it's ridiculous. Why should Loki kill her? Because he has feelings (Absolutely don't care if you like it or not), he would hurt himself and become alienated, as Kang needs. Because such a Loki can be controlled, he would lose faith in anything, his friends would have their memories erased, and they would continue what they were doing. No happy ending with pies.

But the show demonizes Sylvie, like she's the bad one, and the TVA is good, to emphasize once again that Loki is pure and fluffy. Loki has already sacrificed himself, long ago. Especially for me, it's obvious who he is and that he will always sacrifice for those he loves, but the show can't show this without demonizing someone, in this case, Sylvie, because she killed a murderer, not Loki. Though in the end, his sacrifice and everything the TVA does happens only because of what Sylvie did and because Kang is dead and no longer in control. But you don't see this because of the blindness that season 2 artificially created by rearranging priorities.

Because I like and love both Loki and Sylvie, I don't treat the mistakes either of them makes as a catastrophe because they are alive, and both make mistakes and do things that are completely normal. The Loki show is quite philosophical and usually makes you at least turn on your brain a little, rather than dividing into black and white, here's an angel, and here's a demon. You absolutely don't understand the meaning of the show beyond the factor of Loki being a selfless hero who saved those he loves. That's great, but besides this, there are other things that happened behind the scenes, making people not understand the context, and that's why it's annoying.

[valkxrie]

The Lovers: At what age/when did your muse first fall in love, if ever?

Valkyrie Brunnhilde only has memories from after becoming a Valkyrie - so, not much from before the human equivalent of mid-20s. She probably had fallen in love prior to this; she's very open minded about intimacy, pleasure, and emotional connections - believing these things to be an intrinsic part of life. That, as a teen, probably resulted in some heartbreak (either for her or from her).

After becoming a Valkyrie, Brunnhilde defied Odin. She killed an old king in battle, not the young one Odin had wished for Valhalla. As punishment, she was sent to Midgard, stripped of her power, and made to forget her life in Asgard. She was essentially human. Thor fucked up at the same time too, and had a similar thing happen. Somehow, they met - as mortals - fell in love, lived a full life, and when Thor died, Brunnhilde died with him. This moved Odin, who restored them to full power.. but not full memory. Neither knew of their mortal life together until much later - when it was much too late. This is really what triggered Brunn's initial true defiance of Odin; if he was willing to steal a whole life from her - including, she realized, the one before her death, then what else would he do to ensure she remained his Valkyrie - his weapon?

Human Brunnhilde, like the Valkyrie never really prioritized love. She also saw a lot of military marriages that she did not like, and military flings she liked even less. She wants something simpler. Of course, she had flirtations and flings herself - mostly with men, but she has enjoyed the company of women. As for love? Maybe? But the fact that it's a maybe means it probably wasn't. She's got far too much going on otherwise and believes that, if it happens - she'll know. And she'll probably say "oh fuck" about it when it does.

[findroleplay]

Hello everyone! NOT REPLACING!! looking for a Marvel rp. Seriously looking for someone to play Loki (MCU/Loki Show) against my oc! (PLATONIC) The rp will be on discord.

please be 18+ and have little to no triggers..also I’d prefer someone who knows the mcu. I do give multiple paragraph responses each reply..so I expect no one liners at the very least. As long as you’re giving me something to work off of I have no complaints. I do rapid fire responses (if I’m not busy) But it’s okay if you can only do a couple times a week or once a day. I’m pretty understanding that we all have lives. Just communicate with me! 🙂 I don’t really double because I find it confusing, however, I am more than willing to play cannon characters if necessary for the plot, just not as main characters. I am better with ocs. That said, you won’t bear all the weight with cannon’s because that would not be fair lol.

Plot idea: Pretty much Loki meets my oc (his bio daughter) when he’s on Midgard for coming up with a scheme to drop Odin off at the retirement home. The girl doesn’t know it..but she’s about to play a huge part in helping defeat Hela with Thor, and her father..Loki. All the while the two must get to know each other and learn to trust one another. Loki gets unconditional love for once <3

like this if interested and I’ll get back to you!

.

[delicatenightfury]

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?"

2021 Month of Writing: Day 8

Pairing: Loki x short haired!reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,663

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Y/N smiled at the group around her, thankful that she had found Sam and Steve, who were more than willing to walk around with her. Otherwise, there was no way she’d be here socializing. These kinds of parties were way out of her comfort zone. The Avengers were attending some kind of fancy, upscale party. Not a Tony Stark style party, but more like a gala charity event. Y/N wasn’t entirely positive at this point.

She had been dreading this night to be honest. Y/N wasn’t one to dress up often and when she did, it was nowhere near this level. Her makeup was typically minimalistic with just a little mascara and lipstick. But Natasha had insisted on going all out. So, here she was, more makeup on her face than she’d ever worn and decked out in a dress she never imagined she’d be wearing. It felt far too extravagant for her.

Y/N took a moment to glance around the rest of the room. The Avengers were scattered around, socializing with different groups. Tony was charming the small crowd around him. Rhodey was close by and shaking his head at whatever Stark was saying. Clint and Natasha were sitting on a nearby couch with Wanda and Vision, who both didn’t really know how to handle themselves in this new environment. That just left Thor and Loki, who were standing near the bar. Thor appeared happy to be sharing stories while Loki appeared rather bored.

Y/N smiled slightly in amusement at Loki’s minor misfortune. He had been brought back to “Midgard” by Thor. Apparently, their parents believed Loki would benefit from being around and helping the people he once sought to rule. When he first arrived, most of the team was rather miserable, but they have since gotten used to Loki’s presence. 

As if he felt her gaze, Loki turned his head and met her eyes. Y/N smiled at him, waving just slightly. He gave a tight lipped smile in return, glancing at Thor and dramatically rolling his eyes. Y/N chuckled at him, well aware he would rather be anywhere else than stuck by his brother’s side.

Suddenly, she felt someone bump into her from behind. Y/N stumbled slightly but Steve reacted quickly and caught her arm.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” the man said.

“You okay?” Steve asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” Y/N said. “A bit jarring for a girl who’s not used to heels.”

Steve smiled a little.

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry. Are you all right?”

“It’s no problem,” she said, turning to face the man.

“Hang on a second. You’re one of the Avengers. Y/N, right?”

She tilted her head slightly in confusion, but kept a smile on her face.

“Yes.”

“Wow, I didn’t even recognize you!”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“We went to the same college. We had some classes together.”

“That’s right.” She could faintly remember him. College felt like a lifetime ago. “It’s good to see you. How are you?”

“I’m good! I- wow, I just can’t believe it. You’ve definitely changed since I last saw you.”

Y/N shrugged.

“Not as much as you’d think.”

“No, I mean it! You look great. It’s a lot different from the boyish thing you had going in college.”

Y/N froze.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Steve said, suddenly turning to look at the man. Sam also turned.

“Back in college, man, she used to always wear jeans, t-shirts, and a sweatshirt. I’d see her around some times and almost mistake her for a dude.”

“What is wrong with you, man?” Sam said. 

The man raised his hands as if to show he was innocent.

“What? It’s true! It’s what she always wore.”

“Some people like to wear clothes that they find comfortable,” Sam said, taking a small step forward. “There’s nothing wrong with that. And it doesn’t give you the right to just say something like that to someone.”

Y/N took a step back but was stopped by Steve’s hand on her arm.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Um, yeah. I just… I’m going to go get some air.” She glanced at Sam. “Make sure he doesn’t start a fight, Steve. Please? I don’t want the night to be ruined.”

Steve hesitantly nodded, letting her go. Y/N quickly made her escape, weaving through the crowds. Everyone felt just a bit too close and her dress started to feel a little tight. She ducked into the nearest hallway she could find, relieved when she saw that there was a door leading outside just a few steps away. 

The cool air was a welcomed feeling on her face. She glanced around briefly, taking in the decorated patio and garden. It was beautiful, with small lanterns hanging in the air. Y/N slowed her steps until she came to a metal bench. It was a little cold, she noted as she sat, but she didn’t mind. Y/N let out a long breath. Her elbows rested on her legs while she ran her hands through her short hair.

“Y/N?”

She glanced up. Loki was walking toward her, a curious look on his face.

“Hey, Loki.”

“Everything all right, love?” he asked, stopping next to the bench. “You left in quite the hurry.”

She sighed. She was reluctant to tell him the truth. He would know if she’s lying. Not only was he the God of Lies, but they were also close friends, so he could read her pretty easily. He obviously knew something was wrong, otherwise he would not be here.

“I ran into this guy I used to go to school with. Well, he ran into me, actually. He was shocked by how different I looked compared to when we were in school. Basically said I looked ‘less boyish.’”

“Boyish?”

Y/N nodded, sitting up a little.

“I’ve been mistaken for being a guy before. The mixture of short hair and baggy clothing confuses people, I guess. I try not to let it get to me, but every now and then…”

Loki offered her his hand, smiling at her. She glanced up at him for a minute before taking his hand. He pulled her to her feet and brought her close, as if they were going to dance. Y/N felt her heart race a little at the close proximity.

“Do you want to know what I think?” he asked as he started to sway slightly.

“Hmm?”

“I think that man is a fool. He does not know you. You love your short hair and your casual clothing style. Who cares if your style is not deemed feminine. You like to be comfortable.” He smirked a little. “I personally think you look rather attractive when you’re bundled in a larger sweatshirt.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I doubt that.”

Loki suddenly pulled her closer so their chests were pressed together. He tilted her chin up so their eyes met. Y/N almost stopped breathing due to the intensity in his eyes. Loki leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her neck and ear.

“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?” he whispered.

Her eyes widened, which made his smile grow a little more.

“What? No, you’re just… saying that because I’m all dressed up.”

He shook his head.

“While you look positively radiant tonight, I am rather fond of your day to day appearance. It shows your natural beauty. I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have had the opportunity of meeting. Seeing you every day in the compound, smiling on even your worst days, has brought a light into my life that I want to be close to. I want to hold you, kiss you, show you how much I care for you even though my words and actions will never be enough. But I want to spend every moment I have with you.”

“Loki…”

“Yes, love?”

She blushed. She felt like there were butterflies in her stomach. Since Loki joined the Avengers, she had become quite close with him. She knew a lot about him. Probably not as much as Thor, but there were definitely some things she knew that Thor didn’t. When the chances presented themselves, they spent a lot of time together. The rest of the team had been concerned at first, but Loki had shown that he was a mostly trustworthy ally (when he wasn’t pulling pranks).

“Why me?”

Loki smiled, gently brushing her bangs to the side, only for them to lightly fall back in place. 

“It’s not just your looks that I find attractive. You are creative, intelligent, passionate. Your heart is so kind, the desire to help others is nearly overwhelming at times.” He gently squeezed her waist, which pulled her closer to him. “You took the time to get to know me, despite knowing about what I had done. You helped me find a better part of myself that I didn’t even know existed.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Loki,” she said. “I didn’t do that much.”

“No, you did more than enough. Beyond anything I could have imagined. You taught me about love, for myself and for others.” He ran his thumb over her cheek and smiled at her. “For you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but lean into his hand. She smiled, a blush covering her cheeks. She stood a little taller and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She couldn’t hold back her laugh at the look on Loki’s face.

“What’s the look for?” she teased.

Loki’s smirk quickly returned as he pulled her closer.

“Does this officially make you mine? Is that what you want?”

“If you’ll have me, I would love nothing more, Loki.” She smiled at him. “Just as long as I get to use your cape as a blanket on occasion.”

Loki laughed.

“Of course, love. Nothing would make me happier.”

[ladyseidr]

@poaetise asked: ❝ " here, i noticed that you lost this eariler." / to loki, from melinoë! 😊 ❞ ( first meeting sentence starters )

Greece had never been the plan, it was just a less-than-convenient side-trip on the way to where he was actually going. The notion of exploring his father's homeland—the one he heard about in bits and pieces and occasionally stories—had been exciting. A notion had quickly turned into a plan—if redirecting in the general direction of Probably Greece constituted a plan—and then he was there. If anyone witnessed him, it would have come as no surprise he was a visitor, standing on the cliffside and staring out in awe over both ocean and land, all teeming with the unknown. He was in his element, like when his father and he had first stepped out of Midgard and, eventually, into each of the other realms. This was just another adventure. The voice startled him, although he made no reach for his bow. So much for keeping his guard up. Then again, there was no reason to make enemies already. His expression didn't hide his surprise when he turned around and saw the stranger standing there. Frankly, she didn't look like a mortal, though that thought lingered behind the more prevalent one: "Oh!" He reached out to take back the mistletoe arrow shard turned necklace, turning it over in his hands briefly. "I didn't even realize I dropped it. Thanks." He smiled, debating what to do with it before hanging it around his neck and dropping it beneath his coat. He hadn't worn it since Freya had returned it—his former pride had been tempered by the reality of war. Still, he wasn't willing to part with it. "So, uh," he began eloquently, "are you a. . . local?" Nice. "I'm new here. Well, I have family from here, but I've never come." No need to mention his father by name for now, he hoped. "If you are a local, could I ask some questions?" He scratched his cheek for a moment before adding, "Oh, I'm Loki, by the way."

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#5

@fanfic-lover-girl

Yeah, that coward OP blocked me for criticizing their precious Bail Organa on their post, so I'm going to have to say it here:

I disagree with there being necessarily nothing wrong with taking advantage of an opportunity. It is wrong when that opportunity comes from someone else's misfortune and you take advantage of that misfortune instead of helping to alleviate it as much as possible. That baby girl's family was being torn apart and instead of helping to keep it together, Bail took advantage of the opportunity for a child to claim as his own and scavenged her from them. That's quite covetous, callous, and cruel, and that's the problem with so many adoptive parents, which is why the adoption system is so corrupt. As for not considering all the factors, Bail Organa was an experienced politician in the middle of a crisis who held the fate of an entire planet in his hands. He should have considered all of those risks to his nation and his family before making such a stupid decision. Like you said, that makes him a bad leader that he was willing to endanger his planet like that.

But you're right about everything else, though.

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19 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#4

Hello! I've been thinking about adoption after your post and wanted to follow up. What's your ideal adoption system? I know some parents want free babies to prevent possible interference from biological parents down the road. Even though babies may form bonds with their mother, won't they just eventually forget anyway? I can hardly remember anything before 5 years old.

That kind of adoptive parents you're talking about are half the problem with the adoption system. It's because of them that it's a corrupt industry that makes millions of dollars off of exploiting and manipulating vulnerable women, much like the abortion industry. They're spoiled, entitled, covetous vultures who want womb-wet babies to replace the ones they can't have while ignoring the fact that God gave them to someone else first. Preventing interference from biological parents should be the last thing on their minds, but it's often the first thing that they consider, even though it's rarely ever what the children need. Those babies may consciously forget their moms, but I don't think that their subconscious minds ever forget. The trauma that separation from their moms causes is so profound that it has significant psychological and even physical effects that can last a lifetime. And then there's still the inherited genetics that determine their brain structure and chemistry, which lays the foundations for a child's temperament, preventing them from bonding with their adoptive parents like they ever could with their biological parents. Even adoptees with loving adoptive parents always know that there's something missing, even if they don't always acknowledge it and it takes them decades to do so.

I already mentioned in the comments on that post that kinship care and legal guardianship are better alternatives if the parents can't or won't care for the kids no matter how hard you try to convince them or support them. Adoption should be a last resort if an option at all, and even then, it shouldn't be closed or lasting.

26 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#3

@steambabyweek was supposed to kick off yesterday, but it didn't. It probably doesn't have enough traction right now, but that needs to change.

34 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

#2

You know that your interpretation of a ship is bad when you have to ignore the significant character and relationship development in the narrative (especially in later parts) that makes the ship work. You also know you're misinterpreting it when you're comparing it to characters and ships that have nothing in common with it.

38 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

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A message from a Zutarian

Kataang shippers and other Zutara antis, you might have Bryke and their canon, but we now have the other writers and their broadcast drafts of the scripts. There's now no valid reason to call us delusional for reading Zutara into the A:TLA narrative any more than Kataang. So I suggest you take a good look at these before proceeding to do so or telling us that the buildup was never part of the canon.

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