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maneskinwh0re · 2 months

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“you want me to break you.” ~ fem loki laufeyson x fem reader

one shot, smut, 18+

this is porn with a plot. freak level 100. 3.4k words. yes, i’m ovulating. cw: 18+ dom!loki, fem!loki, loki x reader, begging, edging, teasing, embarrassment k!nk, knife play, cuffs, blood, praise, degradation, punishment kink, semi-public sex

read at your own risk babes. first time writing smut and my hormones did not hold back !! idk if i like this or not lol but i have more in the works xo

“tear you apart” by ‘she wants revenge’ while you read >:)

cred to loki concept artists - got these pics from insta and pinterest like a year ago

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location: asgard

you pace the golden palace halls as you wait for thor and the warrior’s three to return. it’s been a few hours now, and your mission is only a simple weapons transfer across realms. once everything is in order, you plan to return to midgard, aka earth, and assist the avengers in whatever is next on the heroes’ roster. the sun has set and multiple asgardian moons are shining bright lights across the galaxy’s sky.

the sound of light steps echo the hallway as you walk, until you decide to lean against one of the wide, golden pillars that reach up to the high ceiling. with a heavy sigh, you close your eyes for a moment, wondering how much longer thor is going to take in the council meeting. when you open your eyes, thor’s sibling is staring at you only a few yards away, leaning on an opposing pillar. your startled gasp made her smirk, her emerald green eyes never leaving yours.

loki has heard stories of the midgardian avenger, often by eavesdropping on thor’s babbles of his “heroic adventures.” and you’ve heard stories of her, but often spoke with negative qualities through tony stark’s gritted teeth. you have never seen the goddess in person. her dark hair falls on her shoulders and a dark green corset hugs her hourglass figure. she wears black pants and tall black boots that reach her thighs. a fluffy, light-gray coat drapes over her while the tall horns on her golden helmet curve upward. she definitely looks like a goddess, but you internally curse yourself for the thoughts you have of the villain.

she slowly toys with a dagger in one of her slender hands until she finally speaks.“hello, mortal,” her voice is smooth, fit for a princess.

“loki,” you nod, crossing your arms over your chest. you know you shouldn’t be conversing with her. hopefully she’ll leave you alone if you ignore her gaze long enough.

loki sees your ignorance to be a challenge, of course, so she walks closer. “may i ask what you’re doing in asgard?” her tone is sweet as she raises an eyebrow curiously.

you inhale slowly as you think of a response. how much does she know?how much should she know? you assume not much and that you should keep it that way.

keeping it vague, you reply, “um, well…i’m here for a mission, under the avengers initiative.”

loki smiles sweetly as she stops in front of you. “mission? avengers initiative? oh my, how cute.”

you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach over loki’s closeness. “it’s classified.”

“classified?” loki hums, looking down at you. “do you wish to tell me more? i’m very curious, y/n. just between the both of us, of course…” she leans closer, putting the dagger she was playing with in her thigh holster in order to give you her undivided attention.

“i’m terribly sorry, your majesty,” you reply in a sarcastic tone, smoothing out the fabric of your black training suit. “but i’m afraid i cannot disclose any more information.” you straighten your posture against the pillar and find some enjoyment as you tease loki. “not unless i could get…something in return.”

she thinks to herself with a smirk, then raises an eyebrow. “ah, something in return? what is this something that you expect me to give you, mortal?”

“again,” you whisper, looking her up and down. “classified.”

“you know, mortal, it’s really unfair if you don’t tell me anything whilst i’m standing here with such curiosity. i want to know,” she leans in closer, her lips brushing your ear. “what is this classified information you are hiding from me, darling?”

you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of loki’s cold breath on your ear and neck, her scent of rain and oak filling your nose. she pulls back as her hand moves to your chin and turns your face to look up at her. your eyes flick open as she forces you to look up into her dominant gaze.

“it’s not worth your valued time, your majesty,” you breathe, speaking honestly. “only a weaponry transfer across realms. nothing more.”

loki’s fingers slowly move down to the zipper on the front of your skin-tight black suit. “nothing more? what if we make this mission a little more personal?” she asks flirtatiously as her hand begins to pull at the end of the zipper.

a moment of clarity hits as you realize you are both still in the open hallway. your lips part as you breathe heavily, grabbing loki’s hand to pause her movement. you look left and right, searching for any working guards or wandering civilians.

“what if someone-” you begin to ask worriedly until loki backs you behind another nearby pillar.

“that is why you’re going to be quiet for me,” loki whispers against your neck, her free hand beginning to roam. “no one will see you but me.”

she continues to try to unzip your suit, ignoring your hand lingering on the back of hers as her fingertips brush against your skin. “you need to be a good girl for me and let me unzip it…”

you start to focus on your breathing once again. you keep your hand on loki’s wrist but your resistance lightens, allowing her to move your suit’s zipper lower until the fabric falls slightly off your shoulder. loki’s fingers and thumb brush against your bare skin under the suit, teasing you until her lips coat light kisses across your collarbone.

“good girl…let me undress you, darling. you’re mine after all.”

a soft whimper escapes your lips as you allow her to remove your black suit. she helps guide your arms out of the sleeves and lets the top half of the suit roll down to your hips. a shiver runs up your spine as the cold night air hits your skin. loki’s gaze darkens as her hungry eyes lower to your breasts.

“gods, you’re so beautiful…,” she praises as her hands caress your thighs and slowly work their way up your torso. “yet so fragile. i could break you in half.”

“then do so,” your voice shakes as your hands tangle in loki’s dark hair, tugging on it slightly. “break me, princess.”

something inside loki snaps instantly as soon as those three needy words leave your mouth. she pushes herself against you as her lips latch to yours in a passionate kiss, gentle and warm at first, until her tongue enters your mouth as her hands travel up and down your thighs, squeezing them tightly. after a few moments, she starts biting and pulling at your bottom lip with her teeth.

the way loki kisses you brings up a moan from the back of your throat, a sound that only drives her crazier. her lips leave yours and you immediately try to catch your breath. she then bites down on your neck, leaving marks and hickeys that will only darken in time. you feel a drowsy heaviness pull your head back, resting against the pillar as loki pants into the nape of your neck.

your hand trails up loki’s arm and shoulder until you reach one of the horns on her golden helmet. you tug on one of the horns, subconsciously trying to pull her head downward for a moment before you realize what you’re doing.

“y/n,” loki warns, biting harder as one hand grips your waist and the other pulls your right thigh up to her side. she presses her hips against yours, grinding hard as she resumes suffocating you with open-mouthed kisses. your body tenses at the pressure, moving your hips in hopes to find more friction.

“loki…please,” you groan as soon as her tongue temporarily leaves your mouth. your fingers tug at her green and gold armor, craving her body even if that means you’d have to pry every layer of her clothing off yourself.

loki lets you move and squirm, all while still holding your right thigh against her left hip. she slips her free hand under your suit to start rubbing slow circles on your clit through the silky fabric of your underwear, bringing another whimper from your mouth.

“you want me to break you?” loki whispers into your ear, continuing the many pecks and bites to your neck. she sucks slightly on your collarbone until your nails are practically digging into her corseted waist. “such a naughty girl. let me punish you…”

you can feel yourself grow wetter with every filthy word that leaves her lips. you look up into her eyes and nod as a consensual gesture for her to be rougher with you, not being able to wait any longer.

“punish me, loki…please.”

“that’s it, darling,” she lowers your thigh as she kisses down your body until she is kneeling in front of you, her hands caressing every one of your curves as she moves. she then roughly pulls the rest of your suit down your legs until it pools at your ankles. her thumb resumes the achingly slow movements to your clit through your underwear as her fingers press against the dampening fabric covering your vagina.

“f-fuck,” you curse as both your hands grip the horns on loki’s helmet, using it to stable your legs’ weakening balance.

“easy, dear,” she says. “watch that pretty mouth of yours, or i’ll put it to good use.”

“i…” you breathe, trying to form an argument back, but loki’s thumb starts to move faster before you can think to stop yourself from cursing again. “oh- fuck!”

“ah, you little brat.”

she then quickly rips off your panties and stands up abruptly. she grabs your jaw and forces two fingers into your mouth. you don’t hesitate to shamelessly suck on her fingers. they’re in for only a moment before she pulls them out and wets her thumb with her own tongue. she then lowers her hand and you feel those same two fingers being pushed inside your wet cunt.

a pained yell escapes your mouth until it’s muffled by her free hand. her thumb resumes rubbing circles on your clit at a quicker pace than before, helping the ache turn to painful pleasure.

“shh, remember what i told you, hm? i said you need to be quiet for me,” loki shushes you. your legs are already struggling to support your body while the knot in your stomach grows.

your whimpers and moans are muffled by loki’s slender hand, forcing you to control your breathing through your nose. her thick gold rings are cold against your cheeks. both your hands grip her wrist, inhaling and exhaling unsteadily as your eyes catch the dagger sheathed in her thigh holster. when loki realizes what you’re looking at, she pauses her movements with a smirk and pins both of your wrists to the pillar above your head, not even bothering to wipe or suck your juices off her fingers. you let out a frustrated groan over your delayed release and squeeze your thighs together, feeling embarrassed on how loki caught onto what you were eyeing.

“how cute,” she whispers against your lips, her taunting tone and cold breath flowing into your open mouth. “is that how you want to get punished, my adorable slut?”

you press your lips together to stop yourself from whimpering again, only having the ability to nod in response. loki moves her fingers down to the holster and removes the knife. she then brings it up to your throat and presses the side of the blade against it. the threat is somehow arousing in a way you have never felt before. you wonder how far you’re willing to go. then wonder how far the villain is willing to go…

“do it, then,” you say with a challenging tone and a raised brow, half confident that loki is bluffing. part of you hopes she isn’t. “you won’t, princess.”

“oh, yeah?” loki looks playfully offended, tilting her head to the side as she studies your nervous breaths. her lips form a sly smirk on her face as she trails the cold blade down, past her leftover bite marks and down to your chest. she presses the blade against your skin harder, not quite drawing blood, but definitely causing enough pain for you to try to maneuver yourself away. “how about i carve the letters of my name right here across your breasts, you little brat?”

you suck your teeth as the pain grows. you squirm in loki’s grasp and lick your lips. “once again,” you chuckle softly and smirk back up at her. if you are going to do this, part of the fun is the fight. “you won’t do it.”

loki’s lips form a slightly cruel smile. a thin, red line appears on your skin, causing you to hiss out a groan. the pain doesn’t get any easier as you feel a bit of warm blood trickle down your breast before another line is slowly carved, creating an “L” shape on your lower chest. loki goes to continue the three remaining letters, but your struggle to stay still makes her pause. she uses her magic to create green, transparent restraints out of thin air, keeping your wrists pinned to the pillar before teasingly pressing the tip of the blade to the center of your sternum.

“is that all the punishment you can handle for now, little brat? are you gonna stay still for me now?” loki lifts your chin with the end of the dagger, watching you find the strength to nod and recover slowly. you try to ignore the painful reality carved into the skin of your breast. while you don’t yet regret challenging loki’s bluff, it still hurts like hell—like a good hurt…for now at least. you nod in answer to loki’s question before looking at her lips. she reads your expression, understands your nonverbal request, and willingly gives herself to you.

she hums into the kiss, a moan following shortly after as you lift a knee and push it up between her legs. her tongue enters the kiss as she throws the dagger aside, the clattering noise loudly echoing through the hallway. both of her pale hands cup your face, expressing how gentle she now wants to treat your fragile body.

you try to move your arms to hold her closer, caress her curves, tangle your fingers in her hair—anything, but you can only tug at the restraints created by her witchcraft abilities. “lo…,” you pant between kisses in her grasp.

loki notices, but doesn't care. she continues to enjoy caressing your face and body for a few more moments. her hands finally travel lower until her damp fingers reach your sensitive nerves, your aching cunt still craving the delayed orgasm from earlier.

“beg for it,” she coos as her fingers tease your entrance, coating her digits with your wetness.

“loki,” you protest, bucking your hips up slightly in hopes for resumed friction.

“don’t make me repeat myself.” loki’s tone is stern. her free hand squeezes one of your breasts and pinches your nipple, bringing another pained moan from the depths of your throat. you felt so weak already, but loki intends to fuck you as long as you can still stand.

“please, princess. i…i’m begging you. p-please,” you whimper, your back arching against the golden pillar as you continue to squirm under loki’s teasing grasp.

loki grins at the sound of your little whimpers and begs as her thumb adds pressure to your clit. “don’t you dare move now, darling, not until your princess decides you can cum. you understand?”

“yes, lo…” you gasp as she pushes two fingers into your wet cunt. you so badly want to continue to squirm and beg, but you know better now to follow commands to stay still and quiet. your chest unsteadily heaving up and down is the only movement loki allows as her digits pump in and out of you at a slow pace. “m-more…”

her smirk widens at your stuttered request, moving her fingers faster as her mouth reconnects with yours, swallowing every whorish sound you make as she fucks you. your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw locks, trying not to hiss curses through clenched teeth. your faint words are stuttered between soft, breathy moans. “loki…oh, god- i…i’m-”

“i know, my dear. i’m right here. gods, you feel so good wrapped around my fingers…just in a panting mess like this,” loki whispers seductively as her fingers continue to move faster and faster. she kisses the skin beneath your ear between praises. her grip on your breast tightens as she presses her body against you. her pace is perfect. it is all too much, yet not enough.

loki’s lips kiss your cheek before whispering in your ear. “cum for me, darling…”

her thumb presses hard against your clit, and at her words, your body follows her command. the tightness in your abdomen unknots as you release a high-pitched moan that causes a greater effect on loki than you know. she is practically soaked from watching your pleasured reactions. she does not rush you to open your thighs as you ride out your orgasm against her palm. she enjoys the feeling of her hand trapped between them…as well as the thought of what it would be like for her face to be in her hand’s place instead. her kisses are gentle and slow, finding a steady rhythm to allow you breaks in between to catch your breath.

“you’re such a good girl. doing exactly what she’s told.”

the restraints above your head fade away, and you practically melt into loki’s arms. your head feels as light as a feather and every nerve in your body is relaxed. you feel loki’s palm on your breast, resting over the “L” she cut into your skin. a comfortable silence falls between you two as you lazily wonder why her hand is subtly glowing. you know you will never be able to explain how she heals you, even as you watch the tingly green magic flowing from her palm into your sore muscles. once she removes her hand, it’s like there is no trace of the injury, to the point where you almost ask if it was ever there. loki brushes a strand of hair away from your face and kisses the bridge of your nose. with a single motion of her fingers, your black training suit is rolling up until it is snug on your body, with no trace of her hungry hands pulling at the fabric minutes prior.

as if on cue, you hear the double doors at the end of the hall open, making an unmistakable creaking sound notifying you the council meeting is over. stomping noises of guards lined in pairs and the confident voice of thor reverbs off the walls, causing you and the goddess to shrink further behind the wide golden pillar.

as you smooth out your hair, she adjusts her helmet and attempts to play with the small weapons in your belt. you swat her hand away as thor, odin, and rows of asgardian keepers pass by, sounds of their armor clanging and clashing.

thor’s words boom above all the noise to instruct a young palace maid to fetch you from your chambers, where you’ve supposedly been told to wait during the meeting. steps at the volume of a mouse scurry off towards the direction of your quarters.

as soon as all footsteps recede, loki’s arms wrap around your waist from behind and cling tight, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“surely, you’re not leaving for midgard now. are you, darling?” she pouts.

you chuckle for a moment until you realize she is serious. “i do have to go, princess.”

“and there is no way i could…convince you to stay?” she purrs, nibbling at your ear.

“i know you could, and that’s why i need to leave now before you get the chance,” your voice is soft and teasing. “but if there is another…weaponry transfer…i’ll make sure to travel along.”

the goddess of mischief reads your honest facial expression and kisses you. a gentle goodbye.

“that’s my good girl.”

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as much time as i spent working on this…i don’t like it >:(

my wife deserves better smut than this smh

requests are open babes <3

-bee xx

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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moodboard by @chennqingg <3

Rules To Break

Jotun!Prince!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Princess!Reader

Summary: Prince Loki of Jotunheim - son of King Laufey and heir to the throne is assigned to train a bunch of Asgardian men, in order to turn them into warriors. What happens when Odin's daughter, Princess Y/N crosses his paths in ways he would've never expected? While the Prince is completely unaware, the Princess struggles to keep up her several masquerades...

Warnings for this Chapter: Odin being the best father ever *coughs*, swear words, mutual pining?

Word Count: 2k

a/n: Okay... First things first. I split the originally last chapter up in two, so that means there's gonna be another chapter after that! 🥳

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th 💚

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Chapter Four / Chapter Six

Chapter Five

Almost Four Months Later

You sighed, as you sat down on the windowsill with your book in hands, watching the birds fly by and the sun shining down on Asgard. You could see the blooming trees and flowers of the royal gardens from here. It was beautiful - if you were only allowed to go outside.

After what had happened at the training camp almost four months ago, your father was more than just angry. His wrath was so big, that he didn't talk to you for over two weeks. Your punishment was cruel. You weren't allowed to leave the palace - for at least a whole year. You had to stay in your room and were only allowed to come out for breakfast, lunch or dinner. It was horrible - and yet you had no other choice than to accept it. In the time you weren't eating, reading, sleeping or staring aimlessly out of the window, you were thinking... Thinking about the traitorous asshole which called himself prince Loki Laufeyson. You hated him for what he did. At least a part of you did. The other part was still reminiscing about the intimate moments you shared with him at that damn lake. You just weren't able to get him off your mind. He was always present – in some way.

A knock against the door of your chamber brought you back to reality. You looked up, "Yes?" and clapped your book shut. The door opened slowly, revealing your dear friend Estrid. She was carrying a tray with two small golden bowls. In one were nuts, in the other grapes. "I thought you could need something to eat, my princess." Estrid was your saviour. Your ray of sunshine on cloudy days. "Thank you." You smiled up at her, as she placed the delicacies on your desk beside the window. The young woman gave you a nod, and stayed for a moment, looking at you intensely. "What?" You asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Something is on your mind, I can tell. Or rather someone...?" Of course you told Estrid what happened back in the camp and the lake. She was your best friend after all. You sighed, defeated, rubbing the heels of your palms in your eyes. "I just can't forget him, Estrid. Even after four months, he's constantly on my mind, bothering me. I just don't know why..." The maid cocked her head, smiling. "If I may be so bold to say this, but-" "No, no, no. No. We already had this conversation – twice! I told you. I am not in love!" Your friend giggled. "Well, your mind can't seem to forget prince Loki... and the way you are denying it so vehemently, I think it's very clear that you are in love, your highness."

You just scoffed, shaking your head. "Why won't you just admit that you fell in love with him?" "Because I do not love him, Estrid, I-" You cut off your own sentence, averting your eyes; jaw clenching. "You what, my princess?" Estrid asked, stepping closer. "May I?" She gestured to the free space beside you on the little sofa. "You may." You gave her the permission to sit down beside you - what she did. "I understand you, Y/N, but I also don't understand you. Where lies the problem? Loki is everything your father wants as a future husband for you - as far as I'm concerned. He is a prince, future king. He's of status. The son of his closest ally. He's a warrior - a fighter. Why not give in to the love? Marry him." You swallowed at her words. Yes, you asked yourself. What even is the problem? Estrid wasn't wrong, was she?

"I-I don't know, I... I highly doubt that he feels the same." The maid placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling. "I highly doubt that he doesn't feel the same. After what you told me..." She said, standing up. "This sounds like a story of love to me." Her lips curled in another smile, before she left the room; closing the door silently behind her.

"And therefore, the next hunt is planned to be-" Laufey's eyes landed on his son's, who sat across him at the table. He was staring aimlessly across the dining hall, poking around in his meal. The king frowned. It wasn't the first time his son seemed to be very absent-minded. It happened a lot recently. "Loki." No reaction. The king balled his hand to a fist and slammed his fist on the stoney table, causing the prince to flinch. His gaze landed immediately on his father. "Have you heard a single word I just said?" Loki nodded, eagerly, "Of course, I-" but the critical gaze of Laufey silenced him. He knew. "Haven't, father. Apologies." The king shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "What is bothering your mind, son? You've been absent-minded all the time recently. Tell me - and don't say it is nothing!" Loki swallowed hard. He knew exactly what was bothering him. He hoped to hide it from his father, but it was no use. He couldn't. So why deny it longer?

"I..." Loki started, clearing his throat. "I am afraid I fell in love, father... And now I can't stop myself from thinking about her." Laufey looked at Loki like he had just seen a ghost; completely in disbelief. His son falling in love? A thing the king never thought possible. "You are what?" He needed to hear it again to truly believe it. "In love, father... I'm in love." The king blinked, still a bit taken aback. "Well, I'm surprised, but happy for you, son. I do hope she is of royal blood, though. Or well, at least of high status. I won't allow you to court a mere mai-" "She is, father." Loki jumped to interrupt him. "You even know her. Princess Y/N, daughter of Odin." Laufey's eyes widened. He definitely hadn't seen that coming. "Princess Y/N?" The young Jotun nodded. "Did you meet her on your trip to Asgard?" "Yes, but that is a story for another time. I have to go to her. I have to see her; talk to her. My heart is aching; in desperate need to see her." Loki closed his eyes for a moment as he paused, before taking a deep breath. "And... And I wish to marry her. Please, father." Laufey was still kind of shocked, but nevertheless gave his blessings. "You may - but this isn't just my decision. You have to speak to the Allfather; ask for the princess's hand in marriage." The prince nodded. "I will, father, I will. Do I have your permission to leave tomorrow morning for Asgard?" "You have my permission, son."

Loki wasn't able to find sleep that night. A trillion thoughts were running at lighting speed through his head; thinking through every possible scenario. What if Odin rejects me and won't allow me to marry her? What if I'm not enough for her in his eyes? What if she's already promised to someone else? What if she doesn't love me? But the signs have been clear, haven't they? Or did I read them wrong? What if she doesn't want to marry me? What if I screwed it up with rejecting her like I did?

His mind just wasn't able to settle down and rest. So, he tossed and turned; literally waiting for the morning to arrive. When it did, the young prince was up early, of course. Standing up with the sunrise, he prepared everything for his journey and visited his father, before he left.

"I'll be going now, father." Laufey gave him a nod, just having some breakfast. "Good luck, my son. Princess Y/N will be a good future wife and queen." Loki nodded approvingly. "She will. I'm certain of it." Taking a small bow, the prince backed up, on his way to leave, when the king held him back. "And son?" Loki looked over his shoulder, expectantly. "Yes?" "I'm proud of you. After every discussion we have been through… You, finding love is a true blessing." He couldn't help but smile at his father's words. "Thank you."

Not much later, Loki stepped out of the Bifrost, faced with the guard of Asgard - Heimdall. The Æsir gave him a nod and a bow. "I saw you coming, prince Loki." Loki winked at him. "I bet you did. Is the Allfather...?" "In the palace, yes." "Thank you." So, Loki made his way to the palace. After explaining to the guards that he was here to talk with Odin, they let him in and another guard accompanied him to the golden doors of the throne room.

"Prince Loki, son of Laufey..." Started Odin, as he laid his eyes upon the Jotun prince. "What brings you here on such a beautiful day? I hope nothing bad." Loki shook his head and got down on one knee, taking a deep bow, just like it was taught to him; upholding his good manners. "Rather the opposite, Allfather... I hope to bring good news." The king of Asgard gave the Jotun a nod, "Speak." looking at him expectantly. Loki swallowed and took a deep breath. Was that nervosity he felt? "I wish to marry your daughter, princess Y/N." Odin's expression changed. He couldn't hide that he was more than surprised. "You wish to marry my daughter?" "Yes, your highness." The king looked at the prince for quite a few seconds, literally staring him down, before he spoke up again. "Well... You are a of status - a prince, with good manners. A great leader and warrior, future king and the son of my greatest ally... How could I turn such an offer down? You may marry my daughter, prince." Loki couldn't suppress the bright smile which threatened to cross his face. So, he lowered his head in order to hide it. "Thank you, Allfather. I promise to be a good husband for her - but... I have got one more wish. Am I allowed to speak?" "Speak." "I... I don't want this marriage to be arranged." That was Loki's 'condition'.

Yes, he loved you and yes, his father and your father agreed to this, but he didn't want to force you into marrying him. If you didn't love him and didn't want this, the prince wished to accept your decision. Sure, he would be heartbroken, but forcing you to be his wife - to love him, wouldn't change a thing. Loki wanted you to be happy - even if that was the prize he had to pay. He would pay it in a heartbeat.

An almost high-pitched laugh escaped the Allfather's lips, as if Loki just said something scandalous. "You wish this marriage to not be arranged?!" Loki nodded. "Yes, my king. I beg of you." "Why?" "I want princess Y/N to be happy and not bound to a man she doesn't love, because..." The prince paused for a moment, took another deep breath. "Because I truly love your daughter. With all my heart." Once again, Odin just stared at him for a moment. "I owe you and your father. You trained my people to become excellent warriors. Therefore, I'll agree. If my daughter doesn't wish to marry you, she won't." Odin's answer took a load of Loki's mind. He was definitely relieved; took another bow. "Thank you. May I go and speak to her?" "Of course. After all, she is your future wife - perhaps."

That was, what Loki did. A guard led him all the way to your chambers. "I thank you. Leave now." The guard obeyed, bowed and turned to leave. Loki had to take a few deep breaths, before he was ready to knock on your door. Before he was brave enough to knock on your door. After all, a lot had happened between you and him. Not to mention that it was kind of his fault, that you were trapped in your room. He regretted it, but he also had no other choice back then and was hurt as well... Nevertheless, he had to talk to you and take a chance. Otherwise, Loki feared to die, because his heart was aching so painfully for you. So, he knocked; and when your delicate, sweet voice echoed from the other side of the door and told him to come in, a pleasant shiver ran down his spine. It was almost therapeutic to hear your voice again. Taking a last deep breath, the prince stepped inside.

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foxgloveprincess · 2 months

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My Heart is a Hollow Plain

Pairing: Pagan God Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader [First Person Narrator]

Summary: No one told you the price of living the life of which you’ve always dreamed.

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark (Soft Dark), Medieval(ish) AU, Polytheistic/Pagan Beliefs, Gender Fluid Loki, Mythology, Dubious Consent (Non-Graphic Smut), Death, Yandere Vibes, Deals/Contract (oral), mentions of Servitude, Magic, Jealousy, Yearning, Possessiveness. Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Welcome back to the Avenger’s Pantheon. Here’s Loki’s story. If you’d like to check them out, there are stories for Tony (Drabble), Steve and Bucky, Dr. Strange, and the Maximoffs in this AU. Enjoy!

Title from “Breath of Life” by Florence + the Machine

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Candles flicker and drip. A cool breeze winds its way through the stones of the temple to circle my body. Knees aching, I complete my daily prayers and stand. I bow once more before the statue of the Widow and leave.

The sun shines down on hills of gently dancing grasses. They brush along my fingers as I walk along the path leading to town. A cart passes with jugs of milk and wheels of cheese. I wave to the farmer and fall behind them.

The market bustles, the cacophony drifting through the open air. I pause at the outskirts, bracing my mettle. Skirts clutched in my fists, I walk on. The crowd swallows me. Passersby jostle my shoulders and tread on my feet. Another body ignored. Quite invisible to those around me.

My mother’s head sticks up above the rest, her hair piled atop her head and adding height to her figure. She laughs and chats with her customers, wrapping loaves of bread and sweets in a cloth for them. She always sneaks in something extra—a clever ploy to draw them back week after week to her stall. My father works behind her, hefting baskets of bread from our bakery to place for sale around her before disappearing inside again. Market days always bring us the most business.

My name breaks through the noise. My mother’s hand in the air to beckon me closer. I raise mine in return and squeeze my way behind our table. She thrusts an apron to me and I tie it quickly about my waist.

“You took too long with your prayers,” she chides. “Your sister’s had to go off to buy our cheese. Left me all alone.”

“Sorry, mother,” I reply, hands already working to count out coins for a customer. I look up to the handsome man and press a tentative smile.

He bids my mother thanks and turns, figure disappearing into the crowd. No regard sent my way. The smile falls from my lips.

“Come along, then,” my mother says through the side of her mouth. “The morning’s just begun.”

We sell out of bread and sweets just after the sun reaches its pinnacle in the sky. Temperance returns from her errands, picking up not only mother’s cheese but other necessities she knew we needed. Some candles, a few new jars, onions, carrots, and herbs.

Father leaves to check his traps in the woods, hoping for a rabbit or even a squirrel. Mother begins to cook with what we have already. Her first seat taken after putting a pot over the fire to simmer.

My sister leads me up to our rooms, above our bakery. Two straw mattresses laid on the floor, a thin wall separating us from our parents. My sister’s hand squeezes mine, a nervous tick.

“I have news,” she says in a whisper. Our mother’s ears like those of a hound. Nothing escapes her.

“What is it?” I ask in an equally quiet tone.

“The gods have finally answered my prayers,” she whispers, almost forgetting herself with her excitement.

I nod and prod her along with an inquisitive word or two. She leaves me waiting in suspense not one moment.

“Matthew has proclaimed his love.” Her face beams so happy, I think it might crack like a delicate pot. “He wishes to marry me.”

I blink, stunned by such incredible news. My thoughts flit to my own prayers, left unheard by the gods. Loneliness my constant companion despite my yearning, my pleas, my offerings.

Temperance clears her throat. I startle and blurt, “Congratulations, sister. I’m so happy for you.”

Her smile dulls and she picks a piece of straw from within her mattress. “It does not seem it.”

“Of course I am,” I enthuse. “Mother and father will be, too.” I grasp her hand still in mine.

“He says he will ask father for my hand any day now,” she says with a slight less fervor.

“How wonderful,” I reply with the sunniest smile on my lips despite the torrent of jealousy swirling within my belly. “Your life has surely been blessed.”

She looks into my eyes. My younger sister always able to read my heart despite all my efforts to conceal it. Her hand squeezes mine.

“The gods will bless you, too.”

My mother and father bake a grand cake for my sister and Matthew. Stacked at the top of the others, Temperance and her new husband barely manage to kiss over top it without all the cakes toppling.

Our town fills the field behind our home with tables of food. As grand a feast as can be made. Roasted ducks and rabbits and boars, a dozen loaves of bread, jams and preserves, cooked vegetables galore—more food than I’ve ever seen in my life. I try each and every dish, despite the tuts from my mother’s tongue. My father drinks merrily, congratulations raining down upon him.

The afternoon passes into the evening and mother bids me retire. I prepare for bed alone and sleep alone. The first time I have done so since my sister’s birth. My eyes meet the ceiling of our roof and I blink away tears. I don’t know why I’m crying, not exactly. Missing my sister, loneliness, jealousy. All three swirl through my head.

I close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep—to little avail. Thoughts too loud in my head. Even as I hush them and focus. The creaks of my parents returning and the soothing night sounds just outside our window a boon, lulling me into rest.

The day after Temperance’s wedding I awaken as early as I normally do. There are trenchers and loaves and buns to bake. But first, to pray and lay offerings.

I take one of our lanterns and strike a flame outside our shop. Early morning light still slumbering behind the horizon. The familiar dirt of the road plods beneath my feet. The temple just outside of town upon our tallest hill.

The steep climb challenges me in the low light. The trek back home always just a little easier. A cold breeze brushes past my shoulder. The flame flickers but does not falter. And neither do I.

Mother and father always come to say their prayers after a hard day’s work. Yet I can’t begin my day without it. The darkness and solitude of the temple at this hour, it fills my soul. With the gods watching over just me for a moment, I feel seen.

Under the oculus, the moon shines pale and dim. I keep my lantern lit by my side. Letting the faces of the gods remain shadowed.

My fingers draw a familiar circle about me and the offering of blue iris and violets I have brought before they clasp together and I begin my prayer. The health of my family, my sister’s happiness, and, more selfishly, mine.

“Why are you here at this hour?” a sonorous voice asks.

Standing by the feet of the Horned Trickster, god of chaos and mischief, they stand. I cannot see their face to discern the line of their eye, but the hairs upon my arms and the back of my neck prickle. I do not leave my place, but my body recoils all the same.

“Do you pray for the same things every day?” they ask, unbothered by my silence. “Health, happiness.” Their hand flicks through the air in a lazy swirl. “Tedium and droll.”

“I know not for what else I should pray,” I respond, spurred by their tempting tone. I gather my flowers in my lap, their stems breaking under my tight grip.

“There is so much more,” they reply with a scoff, “to this world, to your pathetic existence, you need only ask for it.”

My lips part in shock. The man steps out of the shadows into the candlelight, and finally I see his face. More handsome than any other man in the village. He leaves me speechless with the sharpness of his emerald eyes and the arch of his brow. Raven hair falls to his shoulders, resting upon the finest silks of his doublet.

“Tell me what you truly desire.” Standing mere inches from my knees resting on the stone floor, he tilts my chin with two of his lithe fingers.

Meeting his gaze proves too intense. My eyes lower to his throat while thoughts whirl in my head. All of the things I have ever wanted. A marriage to a man who will love me for all my days. The fortune of kings. Recognition. Beauty. Praise. Power.

A smirk pulls at the corner of his lip. “Oh yes,” he purrs. “I see it.” He crouches before me and rests his free hand on his knee. His fingers trace my chin to my cheeks, and back again. “What would you do to receive such bounty from the gods?”

“I—” The phrase poised on my tongue sticks in my mouth, like honey that seals my lips together.

He hums in question, impatient for an answer.

I swallow, a lump in my throat, and croak around it, “I would do anything?” Though it spills from my lips as a question, it rings with truth. Conviction stirring in my belly at the words. My eyes raise to meet his, scared of his judgement.

He smiles and traces his fingers over my lips. “That is exactly what I thought.” He releases my face, though not the thrall he has cast over me. Enchanted by his looks as I am, I follow the movement of his hand as it snakes along my arm and grasps mine.

He rises, bidding me to follow until we stand beneath the oculus. Hues of pinks and gold bathe over us, the sun rising without. I glance up, panicked by the passing time.

“I must go,” I gasp, tugging from his grip. Yet he does not unhand me.

He says not one word until I meet his eye. “I will provide all for you,” he says with a gentle squeeze of my hand. As though he were my lover making an eternal promise. My heart thunders in my ear. Light shines on his skin from above, a dazzling glow that washes him in divinity. “Commit only to me, and I will be your servant.”

My mouth dries. I stand, stunned, before him. “Are you a god?” I whisper, head bent toward him to share such an abounding confidence.

A smile curves his lips. “What is your answer?” he asks in turn, disregarding my own question.

I stare into his grass green eyes, luminous and intense. Heat fills my cheeks. The sun continues to rise. The temple sits quiet. He waits, his hand trapping mine.

“Where have you been?” my mother blusters, stacking loaves of bread behind our counter.

The door to our bakery closes behind me with a soft click. “I’m sorry, mother,” I say, rushing to grab my apron and tie it about my waist. “My prayers took longer than I expected.”

“What could you possibly pray for?”

The sting of mother’s words pierce my chest, but I do not say anything. “Every day, prayers and every day, late,” she mutters under her breath. “You awaken the gods too early.”

Her finger wags in my direction as she turns and places her hands on her hips. Ready as ever to drone about her displeasure. But once she looks at me—really looks—she falls silent. Her lips part and she blinks.

“What’s happened?” she asks, slowing into the motion of wiping her hands on her apron to rid them of flour. She steps closer and reaches to cup my cheek. “There’s something changed about you.” Though she whispers it like a secret, I hear her.

Passing by windows in the town on my walk home from the temple, I glimpsed my reflection. To my eye, I saw no difference. The same plain face, the same soft body, the same clothes. And yet, the way my mother looks at me anew—as if there were something noticeable, remarkable.

Blinking from her daze, she pats my cheek and turns away.

“There should be buns ready in the ovens,” she says with a loving lilt to her voice, “go and fetch them from your father.”

I nod, silent, and turn to the back where the oven burns hot and fills the room with its warmth and the smell of fresh bread. Memories of spending winters curled beside the fire and ovens with my sister tucked next to me fill my head. My hand rests on the stone of the surrounding wall and I glance around to find my father.

“Right there,” he grunts carrying a paddle of loaves over to cool. My father pays me little mind, but nods to the buns sitting off on a side table.

“Thank you,” I say, grabbing the tray and carrying it out to mother.

Mr. Fitz stands there with her, paying for a loaf of bread for his wife. He glances over at my entrance and smiles.

“Good morning,” he says with a nod in my direction.

I pause, stunned. So rare that customers take a moment to acknowledge me, let alone greet me. My mother whispers my name with a nudge to my side. It is enough to knock me from my frozen state and return the greeting. He doesn’t say more, collecting his loaf from my mother and his coins, before departing.

“You must be more friendly,” my mother says, “or all your good looks will be for naught.”

A smile threatens my lips. My mother’s favor of me extending only to the help I provide, never my countenance. That she reserved always for my sister—Temperance’s lovely smile and thoughtful spirit, true beauty shining out from within. A flutter of pride swells within me at her inadvertent praise. I agree with her quickly and return to work.

The morning passes in joyful company. Customers pleasant and plentiful. Each one sends a greeting and smile my way. They ask after my health and my temperament. They meet my eye and compliment my sunny disposition.

As the sun crests the top of the sky, Lord Grant Ward enters our bakery. A first for the local lord. His lordship usually more content to send out one of his many servants for such a menial errand.

His figure stands tall in our doorway. I catch a glimpse of him from just beside the door to the front, loading the few remaining loaves into a basket with my father’s help.

“I have heard such complimentary things about this bakery today,” he says, perusing our store with a skeptical eye. His toe scuffs across our floor.

“My lord,” my mother greets, “we are grateful for your visit to our humble bakery. How may we serve you?”

He looks down his nose at her and huffs a haughty breath. Not even a word of response. My eyes narrow, the heat of fury boiling through my veins. To dismiss my mother thus. I push the door open all the way and exit the back, sweat dotting my brow and basket under my arm. Ready to confront such discourtesy.

“My lord,” I bite with as much respect I can muster—which is not much. “May I serve you?”

A glance in my direction, and he pauses. The skeptical tilt of his brow evens to one of curiosity and understanding at once. He steps forward toward our counter.

“I believe you may,” he replies, tone honey sweet. “I wish to purchase all the goods you have remaining.”

“My lord,” my mother blusters, “you are too generous.”

He ignores her, eyes locked on my figure. His hand rustles at his belt, tugging away a pouch and handing it in our direction.

“Will this suffice?”

I bob in a curtsy and accept it. My mother hovers over my shoulder as I open the pursestrings and look inside. Coins glint up at me. My mother counts aloud but trails off.

“My lord,” she says with a voice full of awe and respect, “it is surely too much.”

“Then accept it as payment for the inconvenience of closing your shop early.” The lord waves his hand through the air. “Will that please you?” he asks in a lowered tone, directly to me.

“Yes, my lord,” I reply, ire cooled but not entirely appeased. “How shall we deliver your goods to you?”

He hums and steps closer, hand reaching to pluck at the fibers of my basket. “I shall send a cart with instructions. Will you meet them?”

“Yes, my lord,” I say and take a step back.

His brow quirks at my retreat, but he says nothing more. Merely nods in acceptance and bids us farewell.

“To see that look in his eye as soon as I drew his attention toward me,” I explain. My light flickers at my feet beside the godly figures. “How insufferable. To treat my mother with disrespect.”

Fingers trail along the nape of my neck. I know them to be there, yet they have not revealed themself from the shadows.

“Of course,” I continue in a more subdued tone, “he did send his cart. He collected every bit of our bread. Took what he wanted and gave the rest to the needy.” My own hand wipes the side of my face. “Perhaps I regard his character too quickly.”

“You were right to judge him as you did,” the voice soothes behind me. Different than before.

Turning over my shoulder, I seek the visage of the god with whom I struck my deal. A figure emerges, softer, curvier.

I bow my head in respect, sure I’ve been addressing a goddess in mistake. “Pardon my musings,” I rush, knees ready to collapse to the floor. “I misspoke.”

Lithe fingers lift my chin. My eyes meet the emerald green of my patron, set in feminine features still as striking as before.

“You make no mistake,” she says with a smile tilting her lips. “I am here, my sweeting.”

My mouth forms around words I cannot speak. Enthralled by her still, I contemplate the change in her countenance and find myself unable to avert my gaze.

“You should know the fleeting nature of my appearance,” she explains. “I take many forms. How like you this one?”

“You are breathtaking,” I reply in a whisper. Clearing my throat from such bold speech, I reach into my pocket and withdraw the buttery raston and small jar of my mother’s plum preserves wrapped in cloth I have brought in offering. “To thank you, and reaffirm my vow of devotion to you.”

She unwraps the parcel. Her smile widens. A wave of her hand and only the cloth remains. Its contents vanishing before my eyes. Cupping my cheeks in her hands, she presses a kiss to my forehead—a blessing. “Thank you, my darling. You will go to town and continue to enchant all who live there,” she instructs, thumb brushing the apple of my cheek, drinking in the soft breaths which pass my lips and the surety of my attention. Her gaze meets mine with a grim darkness. “But be wary of Lord Ward. He covets you for himself. And you…” she prompts.

“I serve you.”

My steps crunch through the underbrush of the forest. Unused to traversing such uneven ground, I walk slowly. Father’s back pains him. My mother stays in our bakery with the few loaves we made this morning. So I search through the woods for his traps, content for a moment away. Engaged with my own thoughts. My patron a shining beacon in the forethoughts of my mind.

“Who dares to trespass on my land?” a voice booms through the trees. “Reveal yourself.”

My heart jumps in my chest and takes up a thundering beat. My hand clutches at my chest, though I cannot soothe myself. Careful movements carry me toward the sound of the voice. Yet one false step and my ankle twists. I yelp. The cold earth greets me as I fall and sounds of a hurried strides reach my ears.

“Who’s there?” Closer now, Lord Ward’s voice carries clearer.

“I’m sorry, my lord,” I call back, knowing he approaches still. “I did not realize these were your lands.”

He stops before me, the leather of his shoes black as night. I dare not cast my gaze up to catch his ire. Instead, I keep my head bowed in deference and pray for help.

“You need not fall to the floor,” he says in an air of curiosity.

“Yes, my lord,” I say.

“Let me help you.” He offers a gloved hand. I eye it before meeting his gaze.

“Thank you,” I accept and lean on his strength to help me rise. My lips seal against a whimper of pain and I shift my weight to rest upon my uninjured foot.

“You are hurt,” he observes. Both of his hands offered to aid me.

“I will be well, my lord,” I assure with a pat to my hands on my skirt to dispel the dirt and leaves clinging to my palms. “It is nothing.”

He steps even closer still. My breath catches in my lungs. “Allow me to escort you home.” He speaks with such a gentle articulation, it sparks a flutter of my heart. If only he behaved thus upon our first meeting.

“I thank you, my lord,” I say, picking my words carefully. “Though I must continue to my father’s traps. I fear I only have turned myself around. Forgive me for trespassing.”

“You’re forgiven,” he says with a nod, “always.”

I swallow and find I can meet his eye no more. Heat fills my cheeks, as if I labored too long beside the oven. I pat them with trembling fingers and cannot understand my lack of ease.

“If you will not allow me to escort you, perhaps you might concede to one of my servants accompanying you?”

“I would not wish to inconvenience them by taking them away from their chores, or you, my lord, in turn.” I step back, glancing over my shoulder as not to stumble and inflame my ankle further.

“May I at least check to see if the bone is sound?” he asks, already lowering to one knee and offering his hands out for my foot.

My teeth sink into my lower lip and I raise my injured leg, placing it into his grip. He tests the joint. Turning it one way and another. I wince, but do not draw away. The sooner I may satisfy the lord, the sooner I may return to my task. Once satisfied, he places my foot back to the ground and stands.

“Be careful,” he commands, with a hint of a smile drawing his lip upward. “I will send a messenger this evening to ensure you make your way home safely.”

“Thank you, my lord,” I say one final time before turning and limping away to continue my hunt.

He calls my name one more time, but when I turn, he waits in silence before a last, “farewell.” As though he wishes to say more, yet something curbs his speech.

I take my leave, slow and reluctant as curiosity nips at my heels. Though I may well have stayed with the lord and heard him out for all my victory. My father’s traps sit without any bounty. Empty.

I sigh and sink to the ground. A moment of respite so my ankle may rest. My hands dig into the soft, decaying leaves of the forest floor. My head tilts to the sky. A breeze blows through the trees.

Something wraps about my wrist. I jolt and lift my hand, ready to shake loose any impediment to its movement. Yet find a snake wound about it. Like a cuff, it sits just at my wrist, head raised to meet my eye.

I freeze. The snakes of which I’ve heard bite their poor victims, leading to a painful death. I swallow hard and wait for the creature to slither on its way. It does not.

“Please go,” I plead.

Its head tilts. Its tongue flicks. It stays.

I stare at it, slow movements turning my arm one way and another to take a better look at it. The shine of its scales, the intelligence in its eyes.

“Please don’t bite me,” I whisper as I move, looking at its long body, content to perch upon my arm.

Its head moves back to look at me. In the hush of the forest, the breeze ripples through the leaves. Birds chirp. But there is silence around us. A moment, looking into the creature’s eyes where the world around me dulls.

“You are no ordinary snake,” I pronounce in soft tones.

Its tongue flicks. It tickles my skin and I flinch from the unexpected sensation. Thoughts entangled with what sign this creature might bring. It’s relation to the gods. Stories of them and their familiars, their sacred animals. Only one holding snakes in their regard—the Horned Trickster.

“Send my regards to your master and mine,” I say, lowering my hand.

Its muscles move, slithering toward the ground from my fingers. It disappears beneath leaves and between trunks. The sun shines down through the forest canopy, heading to its resting place beyond the horizon. The afternoon heat cooling on a breeze. I push myself to stand, gazing after the snake’s possible path. A sigh blows past my lips, hands brushing dirt away from my skirts. Shuffling carefully through the roots and foliage of the forest, I head home on much steadier feet.

“I do not know how it happened,” I lament many weeks later. Head in hands, my mind struggles toward some semblance of understanding.

My patron stands leaning against the statue of the Thunder Warrior, their gaze tilted toward the ceiling. I begin to pace before them, around in a circle, perplexed by the path of my life.

“Lord Ward has called after me thrice now within the week.” My hand smooths over my hair, trying to help my thoughts remain in my head, and not floating away in a whirl of imaginings.

“You think of him often, do you?” their bored tone comments.

My brow furrows. I pause. “I suppose,” I reply. “Can one not when a man supposes to be so enamored?”

“It is everything you wished?” they ask, though the way they say it—like they don’t need an answer. A harsh bite to their words upon which I do not dally.

Instead, I give them an answer, “It is what I prayed for. I cannot help the fondness that has grown within my heart.”

A deep hiss rumbles from the shadows, filling the temple and rattling my bones. My hands jolt to cover my ears, teeth clenched shut against the grating sound.

“Do not forget,” he says stepping from the shadows to reveal his form, his lip curled and brow set, “you’ve committed yourself to me in this life and the next. You will never marry. You are mine.” His eyes blaze with a barely suppressed rage, fiery and dark.

Stunned by his venom, I ask, “If I am not to marry, what use is the rest? I wish to be loved.” Tears prick at my eyes, distraught as his commandment settles within me. I am to be alone. Regarded by all—and loved by none.

His fury cools, eyes piercing daggers in the low light. “You made your choice,” he states in a crisp, clear cadence, dispassionate and cold.

“I gave you my trust blindly,” I shriek in response. My hand grasps at the cloth of my bodice, grip tight and heart aching. I swallow a panicked sob. “How could you deceive me so? I have only ever done as you bid.”

“Do you love him?” my patron asks, accusation sharp. Answering my distress with such little regard.

Stutters of sound fall from my lips, none forming an answer. The weight of my mistake presses down upon my chest until I cannot breathe. So often my patron had been obliging and kind, the stab of this betrayal far too deep. A chasm opens in my chest and out of it, I speak. “My sister is married and thinks herself already with child. I wish for the same, and I—”

With one last look at the indifferent expression on my patron’s face, my heart shatters. Feet rush from the temple. The candle flickers in the dark, left behind as I dart into the night. Rain spatters across my cheeks, the slick of mud beneath my shoes. Though I do not hesitate, used to the path up the hill and the slightest hint of light on the horizon. Rushing, slipping steps carrying me down the slope. Hoping perhaps my folly might remain far behind at the feet of the gods. That I might escape, even to find myself returned to my previous unremarkable life. Until I reach the cross of the roads and pause. Skirts drenched from rain and weighed down with mud. Chest heaving, coughing in the damp air from exertion. Lost in my own thoughts, the steady approaching clip of horses’ hooves escapes my notice.

Only the impact of their bodies and the tread of wheels over mine thrusts me back to the present. I lay on the ground, gasping for breath, pain ravaging every measure of me. My lips part to call upon my patron, a last plea, but find I cannot. The whisper of a final breath leaving my body and sending my soul along its path to the River.

The waters lap at the sides of the boat in the dark. The Goddess of Death, Hela, stands behind me, oar in hand to push us along with the current across the river.

“Do not touch the waves,” she cautions. The pole moves through the water. “They are full of forgotten memories from those who have crossed. A temptation, but one drop will turn you mad and bind you to its tide.”

I recoil from the edge of the boat to sit upright. Gaze falling to my hands, lighter than air they sit in my lap, grey. No thoughts fill my head. Just silence, peace.

Turning to the Goddess of Death, I ask, “do any memories remain to those who have died?”

“Only those that bring you comfort,” she says without a look toward me or any inflection of sympathy.

A murmur of understanding passes from me, finding consolation in the honesty. Though I cannot place a reason for it. Already, my memories drift along the stream of the Gods Blood. Lost to me.

The oar lifts from the river and rests against the side of her vessel. Her head tilts, gazing up at the eternal black sky above us. Her brow pinches in confusion. I follow the path of her eyes, but see nothing.

A resounding hiss builds around us. The waves of the river grow larger, the boat rocking. The Goddess of Death holds out a hand to steady us upon the water. A displeased glare prominent on her features. Whispers of words drift around the boat, a fog rolling in from behind. Hela turns to slash a hand through it. Unable to make it disperse.

I cling to the bench of my seat, the dullest fear tickling the edges of my consciousness. But nothing more. Perhaps I should fear capsizing and madness, yet such emotions remain indistinct—a consequence of death, to be sure.

In a moment, Hela turns to lash out at a perceived threat and a great appendage wraps about my waist. Warm and strong, it constricts, but I have no breath to halt nor bones to break. It lifts me into the air, shadowed by the darkness of night. I dangle limp and lifeless from its embrace, the prize of its hunt. Perhaps a monster of legend stealing away my soul for a meal. Another fate which engenders no true dread.

A cry chases our ascent into the dark sky. The echoing roar of the goddess’s outrage at losing one of her souls and failing her duty to take me across the Gods Blood. But we ascend regardless.

My eyes close against the light that breaks through the dark clouds, blinded. We land upon solid earth. Flowers rising to greet my fingers, yet passing through like air. I cannot feel them.

The appendage around my waist releases me for a hand, instead, to clasp mine. My eyes turn to the person beside me. Familiar, yet I cannot put name to the lovely, angular face.

“My love,” they say, lithe finger tipping my chin toward them, “We are home.”

They guide me through the doorway of the quaint cottage before us. Another familiarity I cannot place in the haze of my incomplete memories.

The fire roars in its place. I step toward it, vague recollections of comfort tickling at the edges of my mind. I reach out to the licking flames, and feel no warmth.

A hand wraps about mine, guiding me away. They squeeze, and the reassurance of the gesture surges through me. The fingers of my other hand settle on their wrist, petting along their skin up to their sleeves. The fabric of their garments silky under my fingertips. I catch their eye, questions forming on the tip of my tongue. Who are they? Why did they steal my soul? Why am I here?

“Now, my beauty,” they praise. Their lips brush a soft kiss to my forehead. My eyes flutter shut to drink in the sensation. “You will truly be mine.”

Such familiarity, I do not ken. Their face so imprinted upon my thoughts without any recognition.

“I do not remember you,” I admit, staring into their emerald eyes and praying for some spark to ignite.

“That does not matter,” they soothe, thumb rubbing over the back of my palm. “We will have eternity to know one another.”

And we do. Years passing outside the windows of my cottage. Buildings fall, crumbling to dust. Only one of them, a bakery down the road, filling me with any notion of regret as its owners cross the River and time creeps across its walls.

Apart from it all, I watch. Drifting through the cottage, invisible to passersby. Though, even still, whispers reach me—haunted, they call my home. And they are not wrong. The world withers around me, and I remain, a shade bound to the cottage.

Only one bringing me any solace, any relief. They enter the front door and greet me with a smile, their hands offering sensation, feeling. I grasp onto them, reluctant to release them for a moment of their visit. To return to the dullness of my existence without them. The nothing which awaits me upon their withdrawal.

“Hello, my love,” they say. Their fingers tilt my chin and I meet them in a sweet kiss. My fingers pulse about their hand. We part and I let myself fall into the greedy hunger of their gaze.

Their head dips again, lips seeking more. Which I give—again and again. A kiss which might steal my breath if I had any. Their passion a spark igniting between us. Their moans filling the room around us. My fingers sink into the muscle of their shoulders. Clinging to each sensation. I cannot let them go.

“Sweeting,” they gasp. Hands wander across my form until they hitch me into their arms, my body of no substance. ”Come with me.” Though they give me no true choice in the matter—as if I would refuse them and their constant touch.

They carry me to our bed, and set me upon it without once letting me go. Following me to the plush cushions and sheets, their body pins mine to the bed and the weight of it brings a contented sigh to my lips. They drink it in and pull back to meet my gaze.

As always, as I lay beneath them with their eyes shining bright and affectionate, they prompt, “You are…”

“Yours.”

“Yes,” they purr and return their sweet lips to mine.

Unable to grasp at the bedding beneath us, I let my hands clutch at them. Our bodies joining together in amorous undulation, seeking the divine thrill of ecstasy. Chasing that peak of my existence. When the world around me explodes in bright color and brilliance. When I feel alive and whole before it fades and I return to the numbness of my eternity.

They murmur words of love into my ears. The sweat of their body cooling them. A dull shine radiates from their skin. Their holy light, they once told me. Their head rests upon my breasts, their breath tickling across me. I swallow and let my fingers weave into the silky tresses of their hair, the world dimming by the second.

“Welcome home, Loki.”

read more of The Avengers Pantheon at The Undone and the Divine

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Chocolate and promises

Pairing: Avenger Loki x Female reader

Warnings: not much this time, angst, hurt feelings, pining, anxiety, panic, swearing, crying

Summary: you decide you needed to talk things out with Loki, but is it too late......

A/n- graphics by: @harlequin-hangout

Part 4 -- Part 5-

Your say back at your desk, trying to rub the tension from your neck sighing. You thought back to earlier that afternoon, when Tony had told you Loki came by, and the numerous texts he had sent before hand. It was killing you inside not to talk to him. You wanted nothing more then to run after him, wrap your arms around him and never let go but your fear of rejection topped with the humiliation you felt for how you behaved at the party stopped that. Everything in you missed him, he had become so much more then a friend to vent to, he had become your lifeline and without him you felt like you were sinking.

You grabbed your bag deciding to call it a day, you mind too distracted to focus on work anyway. You made it to your room, unlocking the door you stepped inside as your phone went off, quickly rummaging through your bag you felt you foot kick something but you were too focused trying to dig your phone out hoping it was Loki you ignored it, pulling it out seeing it was Thor....

T- hello y/n, I wanted to let you know I will be away for a few days on a mission with Barnes. Take care if yourself and I will see you when I return.

Y/n- ok Thor, be safe.

You text back, throwing your phone back in your bag looking down at what you felt by your foot but didn't see anything. "Hmm....maybe I'm going crazy." You laughed, tossing your things aside you went to the small kitchen, making yourself a cup of cocoa before sitting in your chair by the window. You watched as the rain patted the window before streaming down, the lights from the city beginning to shine as the sun set. You looked down at your cup, smiling as a memory came to mind.

"I think you just haven't found your person yet." You said, handing him a mug of cocoa "My person?" He asked taking a sip. "Yes, I think everyone has a person, you just haven't found yours yet, but you will." You smiled grabbing your mug.

You smiled remembering the look on his face. You were convinced he was your person, but now....you weren't so sure.....

Do you want to know what I see for you?" You asked seeing him nod. "Ok, close yours eyes, I'll set the scene." You smiled seeing him close his eyes.

"I see you, coming home from a mission, opening the door to your home, hearing your wife call out to you, rushing to hug you as you throw your things down, lifting her in your arms while she hugs you." You said, looking over seeing his eyes still closed "and as you set her down, your daughter runs in, picking her up you hold them both close as they tell you how much they love you and missed you. That's what I see for you Loki." You said, seeing his eyes open, a tear rolling down his cheek.

If only he knew how much you wished it was you he came home to, you he held tight, you who was able to give him everything he had ever desired. You set your mug down, wiping your face taking a deep breath "Well, regardless I can't lose him." You said to yourself, standing up you slipped your shoes on and headed to his room. Even If he didn't love you the way you loved him you still needed him, cared for him. He was your best friend and you needed to make amends and try to fix this.

You stood outside his room, staring at the door taking a deep breath as you lifted your hand, slowly knocking hoping Jeff wouldn't answer. After a few minutes you tried again, the room remaining silent. "Maybe he's in Jeff's room." You said to yourself hoping you were wrong "Hey Jarvis, where is Loki?" You asked hoping it would say the library "Mr Laufeyson is not in the tower." It replied "what do you mean he isn't in the tower...what about jeff?" You asked the AI "he is also not in the tower." It replied. "Did they say where they were going?" You asked "Jeff has been stationed at the facility in romania...Mr Laufeyson's location is unknown." It replied.

Your heart sank at its words "what do you mean unknown?" You asked "I was not informed of where he was going." It said "when will he be back?" You asked "I am unsure...I was not informed." It replied. You quickly made your way to your room, pulling your phone from your bag you dialed Loki's number hearing it go straight to voicemail "no no no...loki." you said quickly dialing Thor's number getting the same "Jarvis, can you patch me through to Thor?" You called out "I'm afraid not, they are currently experiencing radio silence." It replied. "Dammit!" You yelled tossing your phone on the table. You sat back in your chair holding your head in your hands, knowing you would have to wait atleast three days for Thor to comeback...maybe more.

You spent the next week hovering around the control room, trying to get any bit of information you could about when Thor was coming back and trying to reach Loki's phone. You felt like you were going crazy, a tower full of superheros and you needed the two that weren't there. You flopped down at your desk, laying your forehead on it sighing when you heard a knock on your door. "Y/n, I was told you needed me." You heard Thor's voice making you jump up "took you long enough!" You yelled getting up hearing him laugh "funny, Loki once told me that too. You see he was locked in one of your midgardian toilets.." he started "no...no stories....where is he?" You said walking around your desk "where is who y/n?" He asked sitting down.

You rubbed your temples looking down "Loki...where is Loki." You said as calmly as possible "oh, he's in New Asgard." Thor said smiling. "What the hell is he doing there?" You snapped "Well, king val took off, I'm still thinking drinking binge and one of us needed to go to fill a council position until her return, Loki volunteered." He said watching you "when will he be back?" You asked crossing your arms "oh with Val there is no telling, months...years..." Thor trailed off "so he has to stay until..." you trailed off walking back around your desk. "He should be back eventually.." Thor said.

You sat back closing your eyes. This was your fault, you made him leave...if you would have stopped being a child and talked to him he would be here...the thoughts swirled in your head when you heard Thor "is there anything else you needed?" He asked standing up. "Umm. No...thanks Thor." You said "if you need anything you know where to find me." He said walking out of your office. "God I'm so stupid." You said to yourself standing up, grabbing your things your called it a day and headed upstairs. Walking into your room you dropped your things before sitting on the floor, leaning your back against the door. "Why do I have to be so stubborn?" You asked yourself, running a hand through your hair seeing a small piece of paper poking out from under the rug. You leaned forward pulling it out seeing the envelope with your name on it in Loki's handwriting.

You quickly got up running to your chair as you ripped open the envelope unfolding the paper....

Dearest y/n,

By the time you receive this I will be gone. I have traveled to New Asgard to assist with matters for the time being. Afterwords I will be taking my leave of Midgard, which will probably be for the best. I wanted to tell you before I leave that your friendship and companionship has meant more to me then you will ever know. I do not form relationships easily, but everything with you came as second nature. Your kindness and understanding have given me strength. Your loyalty is admirable, but as most things in my life I am not worthy of it. I am truly sorry for the pain I have caused you, had I known the truth...well its too late for that now isn't it? I must go now, but I will cherish our friendship for the rest of my days. Never forget your strength y/n, you can accomplish anything you desire and know that you will always be in my heart, my valkyrie.

Love always,

Loki.

You sat there, reading the letter again when you felt a tear stream down your cheek "h..he's leaving...he can't leave." You said to yourself, grabbing your phone dialing his number again hearing his voicemail "Dammit!" You yelled throwing it across the room. You looked down at the letter, the tears streaming down your face "no, I can't let him leave." You said running to your door you flung it open running as fast as you could to Thor's room, pounding as hard as you could yelling his name when the door shot open "y/n! What's wrong?" Thor asked slipping a shirt on "I need your help, we don't have much time." You said walking into his room "tell me what I must do." He said closing his door. "Wanna go on a trip? I have a plan." You said seeing him smile "when do we start?" He asked, as you told him your plan.

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lizmaximoff · 1 year

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Loki Laufeyson in the MCU → Avengers: Infinity War (2018) dir. by The Russo Brothers ↳ "I assure you, brother, the sun will shine on us again."

#loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston #avengers #avengers: infinity war #infinity war #marvel #marvel edit #mcu #mcu edit #mine #gifs #loki laufeyson mcu

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tommyarashikage · 4 months

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OC Masterlist

This is a full list of my fandom ocs + a select few characters from my original works that I've mentioned or talked about before, in text post format for easier access on mobile! No links included because it would break the post into oblivion. But important tags are fully listed.

Last updated: 18.02.2024

Games

Far Cry 5

— Laurie Devin. she/her { ♡ Jacob Seed } tag; #oc: laurie devin | ship tag; #x: feed the hungry

— Aiden Hunter. he/him { ♡ Faith Seed } tag; #oc: aiden hunter | ship tag; #x: darkest before the dawn

— Toni Hunter. she/her { ♡ N/A } tag; #oc: toni hunter

Call Of Duty (Modern Warfare Reboot)

— Paz "Avis" Acosta. she/her { ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley } tag; #oc: paz acosta | ship tag; #x: under sunlight

— Arlene "Ace" Harlow. she/her { ♡ König } tag; #oc: arlene harlow | ship tag; #x: two of a kind

— Laura "Lux" Siemon. she/her { ♡ Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov } tag; #oc: laura siemon | ship tag; #x: to see you shine

— Janaína "Omen" Mendes. she/her { ♡ Velikan } tag; #oc: janaína mendes | ship tag; #x: keep it silent

— Emilia Hellström. she/her { ♡ Rodolfo Parra } tag; #oc: emilia hellström | ship tag; #x: back to back

Mortal Kombat 1

— Santana "Serpent" Ruiz. she/her { ♡ Kenshi Takahashi } tag; #oc: santana ruiz | ship tag; #x: snake charmer

— Huo "Phoenix" Liang. she/her { ♡ Kung Lao } tag; #oc: huo liang | ship tag; #x: between wind and water

— Yawen Zhao. she/her { ♡ Tomas Vrbada/Smoke } tag; #oc: yawen zhao | ship tag; #x: underneath it all

— Quhiri. she/her { ♡ Raiden } tag; #oc: quhiri | ship tag; #x: moth to a flame

Pokémon

— Kheira Rane. she/her { ♡ Guzma } tag; #oc: kheira rane | ship tag; #x: my sun moon and stars

— Alysha Faye. she/her { ♡ N/A? } tag; #oc: alysha faye

— Cato Rye. he/him { ♡ Serena } tag; #oc: cato rye | ship tag; #x: something so sweet

RPGs

— Nova Shepard. she/her { ♡ Garrus Vakarian } - Mass Effect tag; #oc: nova shepard | ship tag; #x: no me without you

— Sara Hypatia "Pati" Ryder. she/her { ♡ Reyes Vidal } - Mass Effect tag; #oc: sara hypatia ryder | ship tag; #x: you're someone to me

— Ashalya Lavellan. she/her { ♡ Solas } - Dragon Age: Inquisition tag; #oc: ashalya lavellan | ship tag; #x: var lath vir suledin

— Wendy. she/her { ♡ John Hancock } - Fallout 4 tag; #oc: wendy | ship tag; #x: good morning sunshine

— Yasemin. she/her { ♡ Deacon } - Fallout 4 tag; #oc: yasemin | ship tag; #x: happens great happens sweet

— Valentina "V" Voigt. she/her { ♡ Goro Takemura } - Cyberpunk 2077 tag; #oc: valentina voigt | ship tag; #x: never fade away

— Scarlet. she/her { ♡ Dum Dum } - Cyberpunk 2077 tag; #oc: scarlet | ship tag; #x: chrome blood and roses

— Yunith. she/her { ♡ Astarion? } - Baldur's Gate 3 tag; #oc: yunith

Misc. Games

— Dawn. she/her { ♡ Argus } - Deponia tag; #oc: dawn | ship tag; #x: with you until forever ends

— Magdalena "Mags" Wilhelm. she/her { ♡ Genji Shimada } - Overwatch tag; #oc: mags wilhelm | ship tag; #x: my never ending thought

— Yuna Neuer. she/her { ♡ Danny Johnson } - Dead By Daylight tag; #oc: yuna neuer | ship tag; #x: take my heart

— Paloma García. she/her { ♡ Sam Drake } - Uncharted tag; #oc: paloma garcía | ship tag; #x: where I want to stay

— Aroa Ridley. she/her { ♡ Cayde-6 } - Destiny tag; #oc: aroa ridley | ship tag; #x: your soul is golden

— Evelyn. she/her { ♡ Simon } - Detroit: Become Human tag; #oc: evelyn | ship tag; #x: awakening

— Romy Schulz. she/her { ♡ Mark "Mute" Chandar } - Rainbow Six: Siege tag; #oc: romy schulz | ship tag; #x: silence the sound

— Irene Varano. she/her { ♡ Johnny Slaughter } - The Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game tag; #oc: irene varano | ship tag; #x: written in blood

— Bonnie "Bo" Wulff. she/her { ♡ Luke } - Coral Island tag; #oc: bonnie wulff | ship tag; #bonnie x luke

MOVIES & TV

Marvel (MCU / XCU)

— Luna Richards. she/her { ♡ Loki Laufeyson } tag; #oc: luna richards | ship tag; #x: feel again

— Niteia. she/her { ♡ Adam Warlock } tag; #oc: niteia | ship tag; #

— Brooke King. she/her { ♡ Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto } tag; #oc: brooke king | ship tag; #x: halcyon

— Catalina Cruz. she/her { ♡ Alex Summers/Havok } tag; #oc: catalina cruz | ship tag; #x: light of my life

DC (Watchmen + DCEU + Arkhamverse / Nolanverse)

— Carol "Haunter" Kovacs. she/her { ♡ Bruce Wayne/Batman } tag; #oc: carol kovacs | ship tag; #x: ghost around

— Rose "Virtue" Adams. she/her { ♡ Adrian Chase/Vigilante } tag; #oc: rose adams | ship tag; #x: head in the clouds

— Nadya. she/her { ♡ Edward Nigma/The Riddler } tag; #oc: nadya | ship tag; #x: creative minds inspire others

— Sadia Jamali. she/her { ♡ Harvey Dent/Two-Face } tag; #oc: sadia jamali | ship tag; #x: have all of me

— Harper Ray. she/her { ♡ The Joker } tag; #oc: harper ray | ship tag; #x: your sickening desire

Star Wars

— Shireen Oqir. she/her { ♡ Maul } tag; #oc: shireen oqir | ship tag; #x: to your deepest low

— Kieda Tarnji. she/her { ♡ The Inquisitor (TOTJ) } tag; #oc: kieda tarnji | ship tag; #x: come away with me

— Vayorrah Fen. she/her { ♡ Ima-Gun Di } tag; #oc: vayorrah fen | ship tag; #x: only time will tell

— Kane Desegh. she/her { ♡ Axe Woves } tag; #oc: kane desegh | ship tag; #x: at the sharp end

— Shal'toki Zanarri . she/her { ♡ Tarrek Amai } tag; #oc: shal'toki zanarri | ship tag; #x: try again

— Maina Amai. she/her { ♡ Luvas Kor } tag; #oc: maina amai | ship tag; #x: whatever whenever

— Fala Mox. she/her { ♡ Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios } tag; #oc: fala mox | ship tag; #

— Aho Mox. he/him { ♡ Ahsoka Tano } tag; #oc: aho mox | ship tag; #x: blame it on me

— Gahya Astan. she/her { ♡ Kylo Ren/Ben Solo } tag; #oc: gahya astan | ship tag; #x: set in darkness rise in perfect light

House Of The Dragon

— Aelys Stark. she/her { ♡ N/A } tag; #oc: aelys stark

— Aerenya Targaryen. she/her { ♡ Benjicot Blackwood } tag; #oc: aerenya targaryen

— Rhaegor Targaryen. he/him { ♡ Taryne Strong } tag; #oc: rhaegor targaryen | ship tag; #taryne x rhaegor

— Taryne Strong. she/her { ♡ Rhaegor Targaryen } tag; #oc: taryne strong | ship tag; #taryne x rhaegor

Misc. Movies & TV

— Zoiya. she/her { ♡ Marcus } - Arcane tag; #oc: zoiya | ship tag; #x: you frustrate me incredibly

— Giulia "Juliet" Romano. she/her { ♡ Monty Fiske } - Disney tag; #oc: juliet romano | ship tag; #x: always beside you

— Alexandra Joe "Wraith" Colton. she/her { ♡ Tommy Arashikage/Storm Shadow } - G.I.JOE tag; #oc: alex colton | ship tag; #x: on the other side

— Kayla Johnson. she/her { ♡ Jackson Leung } - Transformers tag; #oc: kayla johnson | ship tag; #x: no matter what

— Michelle Eva Jones. she/her { ♡ Adam Milligan } - Supernatural tag; #oc: michelle jones | ship tag; #x: as above so below

— Manuela "Marie". she/her { ♡ Minho } - The Maze Runner tag; #oc: manu | ship tag; #x: way back to you

— Liliana Martínez. she/her { ♡ Steve Harrington } - Stranger Things tag; #oc: liliana martínez | ship tag; #x: skip a beat

— Helena Winter. she/her { ♡ Yuichi Kimura/The Father } - Bullet Train tag; #oc: helena winter | ship tag; #

— Yártien. she/her { ♡ Legolas } - The Lord Of The Rings tag; #oc: yártien | ship tag; #

ORIGINAL WORK

— Sól Guevara. she/her { ♡ Sean Thian } - Snowfall tag; #oc: sól guevara | ship tag; #x: I'll give you everything of me

— Jaye. she/her { ♡ Dex } - Outer Rim tag; #oc: jaye | ship tag; #x: snake fodder

#mymasterlist*#be careful this one is really long

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godd-of-mischief · 2 years

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No one bad is ever truly bad, and no one good is ever truly good.

"I assure you brother, the sun will shine on us again."

- Loki Laufeyson

Welcome to Asgard and to my Loki blog! Everyone except for racist, homophobic, transphobic, proshipper and p3d0s are welcome here :)

RULES

As I said, DNI if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic, proshipper and p3d0.

Mod is a minor, suggestive asks for Loki are okay as long as they aren’t NSFW.

Do not be rude towards me or others unless you wanna get blocked.

Do not send hate in anon, that will result a block.

None and I mean none of the art/pictures belong to me, credit goes to their owners.

Blogs I Run

Travelling the Nine Realms with Loki..

#loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson rp #loki odinson #loki odinson rp #loki #loki rp #marvel #marvel rp #mcu #mcu rp #marvel cinematic universe #marvel cinematic rp

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author-jenaya-malloren · 1 year

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How I Study Stories- Pt 1: Characters

Hi everyone!

I just wanted to show you all how I study characters from various forms of media (books, television, movies, etc).

If you haven't, I would recommend reading K. M Weiland's: Creating Character Arcs: The Masterful Author's Guide to Uniting Story Structure, Plot, and Character Development.

Below is how I study various characters.

I have a Scrivener project called "Characters". Most of the characters in this project are characters I enjoy. Other times, the characters play an integral part of another's character's story, so I add them-which has sometimes given me an appreciation for other characters.

This is the template I use for all of the characters I study. I should note these are characters that play a major part in a story, so at the moment, I don't have anything for the minor side characters.

So we have the name of the character. The book/TV/Movie/Show (stage shows) they are from. If you are using characters from a movie or TV show, I would recommend splitting the character out by actor (I mean, we have 3 live action Spider-Man (okay technically 5 if we take the Japanese 80's Tohoku Spider-Man and the 70s (?) American live action television show) though they have similar back stories with Uncle Ben and Aunt May, they all have their own twist on the origin story and the story afterwards). We then have the role that the character plays in the story (Antagonist, Protagonist, love interest, anti-hero, etc). You can tell a lot about a character by their relationship with other characters (do they get along with everyone they meet, are they shy, are they dismissive of people who they would normally be friends with, etc). Then this is the part I really enjoy is writing the background and the story of the character. This is where you can explore anything that happens externally and internally to the character, but also any background information (such as the character is a really good fighter, it's because they were part of an elite group [Think MI-6, Navy SEALS, or CIA]).

Next, I also enjoy picking out the character's brain and figuring out what makes them tick. What internally is causing them to be the way they are? Most craft books will say this is the fear the character has and I agree to a point. But you can see because they believe something or feel a certain way, they react in kind.

Then finally we can look at the external conflict, so what on the outside is making them react. Is it a threat of a tsunami or some other natural disaster? We can see how the external world shapes the character as well.

There you have it. I have an example of my absolute favorite character of all time: Loki Laufeyson/Odinson played by the marvelous Tom Hiddleston. I will admit, Loki's information is not complete yet, but I am working on it. :) In the relations with other characters, if I have started working on another character, I will link that scrivening to the one with Loki (like Thor) and then link Loki to the other character's scrivening.

Now we have the background/story which I will not post on here... but I did divide it between the "Main" Loki that we've known from Thor 1 through Infinity War (The sun will shine on the brothers again). The Loki from the Loki series (which is very good, considering they had to stop production and change course because of the pandemic). Then the What-if variation of Loki as well.

Then I go through the internal and external conflict of Loki (such as he wants his father's approval, he wants his family's love, he wants to be king, he wants to be a worthy son, he feels eclipsed and betrayed by Thor, etc.

If anyone wants, I would be more than happy to send you an unedited version of this document so you can add whatever characters you want. Just DM me on here or hmu on Insta or Twitter. :)

I know this was brief, but I hope it helps!

#writing #character study #scrivener #marvel cinematic universe #mcu loki #loki odinson #KMWeiland #character arcs #writing advice

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hoshizoranoseirei-a · 4 years

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Firelight

@heroesofbr00klyn continued from here

Steve raised a brow but then shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, sure… balcony sounds better though if we’re gonna keep things to ourselves. Depends on whether or not you want the others joining us. If that’s the case, we can go out on the grounds…”

"It being just us is ideal, though I'm sure at least one of the others will show up." Loki mused. It happened every time, as if the team just couldn't trust him to be alone with anyone, especially Steve. "They have a tendency to be very overprotective of you, my dear Captain."

#heroesofbr00klyn #Steve R.#c; Loki #the sun will shine again;; Loki Laufeyson #men out of time;; Loki x Steve #t; Firelight

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theghostsofmusemarket · 4 years

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Strongest Love || heroesofbr00klyn

@heroesofbr00klyn

Thor slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to glance at the dark haired god beside him. “And what if I had been asleep, my love? What then? How, exactly, would you have woken me?”

Loki smirked and adjusted to lay a kiss on Thor's shoulder. "Hmm, I have a few ideas." He purred, one hand trailing down the other's chest beneath the sheets, ghosting his nails against warm skin. "Should I explain, or would you rather I demonstrate?" Green eyes sparkled mischievously as his hand paused at Thor's hip. "Either way is fine with me."

#heroesofbr00klyn #Thor O.#c; Loki Laufeyson #the sun will shine again;; Loki Laufeyson #t; strongest love #It takes time for spirits to communicate;; queue

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themusechronicles · 4 years

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“You need to snap out of it, it’s a flashback. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, trust me!” (Loki)

Trembling as he broke to conscious reality, the various items his magic had been levitating fell harmlessly to the floor, sweat shimmering over his skin as he raked breaths in raggedly. "I'm okay." He tried to lie, even as he looked himself over. "I'm okay." He moved to lay back in the bed, green eyes closed for a long moment. "I'm okay, I promise." He assured her, reaching for her hand, though his own still trembled.

@walkinggatorbait

#the stars all aligned;; answered #walkinggatorbait #Celine #the sun will shine again;; loki laufeyson

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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A Precious Moment 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request:

"Hey there amazing author!!

This is my first time asking a request and it's for dad!loki. How would loki react when he suddenly walks in where the reader is y'know breastfeeding the baby and he feels a little embarrassed to walk in without knocking? It seems so stupid but no pressure from my side. Something like that and more fluff!! Cant wait what you come up with. Thankss 💚" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: You share a precious moment with Ella - and Loki walks in...

Warnings: fluuuuff!

Word Count: 1,3k

a/n: This request is sooo cute and was so much fun to write! Hope you like it, nonny! Also, thank you SO much for your kind words! 💚

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A soft knock on the door ripped me out of my doze. My eyes snapped open immediately, adjusting to the brightness of the sinking Asgardian sun, shining inside mine and Loki's chambers. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Loki was nowhere to be seen and little Ella slept peacefully in her crib next to me. Not even a day had passed after her birth. Merely a few hours.

"Yes?" I called out tiredly, signalling the person in front of the door to come in. The door opened gently, revealing one of the kind healers, who had helped me bring Ella into this world. "Please forgive me my sudden disturbance, but I wanted to look after you and the princess. May I come in, your majesty?" She said, bowing her head. I had to smile at her kindness. "Of course. Please... Come in." She curtsied and stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her. Respectfully, almost cautiously, the healer approached me. "How are you feeling, Princess Y/N?" "Okay, I'd say... Quite a bit tired and exhausted, but beside that..." "You are not in pain?" I shook my head at her question. "No, not really. Maybe a slight stinging from time to time, but nothing more." The healer gave me a soft smile and nod. "That is a very good sign. It seems like your body overcame the birth just how we hoped." She said, smiling once again, before her gaze settled on the crib. "With Princess Ella is everything alright, too, I hope?" "Yes. She's perfectly fine." "Excellent. In that case, I am going to leave you to rest now. If there should be any problems, you and Prince Loki can call me anytime." "Thank you very much." I said, smiling kindly at her. She bowed her head again and curtsied again, "Of course, your majesty." before she left our chambers again.

As soon as the door fell gently into its hinges, I rolled carefully over, to check on Ella once again. She was still sleeping peacefully. I smiled down at my beautiful daughter and decided to try to take a nap too. But just when I was on the verge of sleeping in, I heard a soft whine leaving Ella's lips, followed by small cries. She clearly was awake again. So much about sleeping peacefully... Well, not anymore.

Once again, I rolled over to face the crib. A big pout was on her face, cheeks already red from crying. "Hey, baby girl... What's wrong, huh?" I slowly sat up against the high headboard, before I leaned over and lifted her out of the crib and into my arms, gently rocking her - but it didn't help. "Are you hungry, sweet girl?" Ella opened and closed her tiny mouth, signalling me, that she indeed must be hungry. "I take that as a yes. Come on, then." I fumbled with my free hand to undo the first buttons of Loki's black shirt I wore. I loved to wear his shirts. They were so comfortable, oversized and smelled just like him. After struggling quite a bit, I finally got the buttons undone, exposing my skin to the coldness of the room. Ella was more than happy to finally get something to eat. "There you go, sweetie." She immediately started to latch on my breast. I couldn't help but smile down on the precious tiny girl in my arms; running my hand gently through the soft, black fuzz on her head. Ella was without a doubt the sweetest thing I had ever laid my eyes upon - beside Loki and Eisa. Her big, innocent blue eyes were looking up at me, so full with trust and love, causing me to fall in love with her all over again. I was so caught up in that precious moment I shared with Ella, that I didn't notice how the door to our chambers got opened again...

Loki had been away for merely an hour, leaving you and your new-born baby to sleep and rest. He needed a bit fresh air; had to process what had just happened a few hours ago. His nerves were still on edge. He was a father now... A father... His biggest wish finally had turned to reality. The God wasn't even sure, if he was even able to put his happiness into words. Rather not.

Now, he had found his way back to his and Y/N's chambers. Loki opened quietly the door, not to rip any of his girls out of their sleep - but when his gaze met the comfortable king-size bed, his eyes widened. His daughter was wide awake - and so was his wife, who was breastfeeding their child. It was the first time the prince witnessed this, and without a doubt, he knew that what was currently going on was an intimate moment between a mother and her child. And Loki had just walked in on Y/N and Ella in such a private moment - without knocking.

Y/N's eyes snapped up to meet Loki's, when she felt his presence in the big, spacious room. Slight panic started to arose in the God. "Y-Y/N... I-I am so sorry." Loki stammered. "I-I didn't mean to just walk in on you, breastfeeding Ella. I-I should've knocked, I-" The young woman shook her head, interrupting him with a sweet smile on her face. "Hey, Lokes... It's okay..." She said, trying to reassure him. "I don't mind that you didn't knock. Hence, those are our chambers. You don't need to knock." "Are you sure, darling?" She nodded. "Of course! If you would've been Thor or somebody else, then I might have had a problem with seeing me like that - but not with you. You're my husband. My lover." Y/N stated, smiling again. "I certainly don't mind." "Yes?" Once again, the woman nodded, "Yes." and stretched out her free hand towards him. "Come here." Loki blinked, then hesitatingly stepped closer, until he could touch her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Sit." The God nodded and did what Y/N asked him to do, sat down on his empty bedside. He couldn't take his eyes off the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. But not because his wife sat almost with a bare upper body beside him, no... Because he witnessed the love of his life nurturing the life they created - and he had the privilege to see this. It fascinated him; caused his heart to beat a tad faster and sent waves of pure love flowing through his veins. "You can lay down beside me, Lokes. I won't bite you - unless you want me to." The young woman chuckled; had of course noticed, how shy and fascinated Loki suddenly was. It was a very rare thing to happen. He swallowed, oceanic eyes travelling up to meet Y/N's Y/E/C ones. "Are you sure?" "Of course." She let go of his hand and patted the mattress beside her. Loki swiftly got rid of his boots and climbed gracefully on the bed; laid down beside Y/N and Ella. Again, the God's eyes dropped. Ella had seemed to sense now, that her father was close. She started to softly kick her feet; tiny hands reaching towards Loki. Loki started to chuckle and smiled, before he reached out his hand towards his daughter. Ella grabbed a hold of his pointer finger, holding the digit in a death grip. Y/N had to smile sweetly at this. She lifted her free hand to cup Loki's cheek - what caused him to turn his head towards her. Still smiling, Y/N inched closer, until their lips met in a soft kiss. He smiled as well, pressed his forehead against hers, before both their gazes travelled back to the small baby girl in her mother's arms. No words needed to be exchanged. A simple gesture was all it took sometimes.

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