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bifrostedgalaxy · 1 year
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Hey Loki fans, hey. Check out this concept art for season one and suffer with me.
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Via PortalLoki on twitter
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hoolay-boobs · 2 months
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Me trying to find cute Pride Loki fanart-
that doesn’t call him gay instead of bi
that isn’t of Sylvie instead of Loki
that doesn’t call him pansexual instead of bi
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aroacesigma · 2 months
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do yall ever wonder how well your faves from different fandoms would get along . because i do . constantly .
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artforkuponuts · 1 year
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A surprise smooch
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lokidanger · 1 year
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just a wip.
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shadow-turtle-234 · 1 year
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Can't believe I am saying this...
but Loki is somehow better than Velma.
Yes. That fucking garbage Marvel show that actively shits on the title character and said character's fan base, as well as genderfluid folk; that has abuse, incest and fascism apologism sewn within the very blood stream of the series, is somehow better than Velma.
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veliseraptor · 1 year
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thirteen pages twelve footnotes and I think I allllmost have a completed essay about punitive justice in mdzs
trying to decide if i want to try to wrestle this essay into tumblr formatting submission or just go post it on my other blog and external link it. pros to the latter: not having to fight tumblr on formatting. cons: people don't click links out of tumblr
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queerdroid · 2 years
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I hate when Loki looks well put together. Make Loki Scrungly Again.
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This man looks like he got hit by a car then proceeded to sleep in the woods, and I LOVE IT.
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agentofagony · 2 years
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Does anyone know a discord server about comics Loki?like a place where we only talk about any Loki from any comic?I need a place with my people where I don't hear anyone talk about the Loki series or MCU Loki.
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lokimilf · 2 years
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manifesting loki in multiverse of madness 💃🏼
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holdmytesseract · 6 months
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Illusions
°☆• Dream or Nightmare? (Part 2) •☆°
Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader
Summary: When the TVA throws Loki on a journey through his past and future, it turns out to be a cruel rollercoaster ride for the god...
Warnings: angst & sadness, tiny bit fluff, a smol suggestive scene, angst, bit of pregnancy stuff, oh and did I mention angst?
Let me know if I forgot something!
Word Count: 4,1k
a/n: Well... I listened to music - those two songs to be exactly...
... and they inspired me to write this. I am already apologising, because... It's quite sad and angsty. 👀 Or to say it in Mika's words: 'This is the hardest story that I've ever told' - perhaps.
I hope y'all like it! 💚
Tagging: @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbsblr @huntress-artemiss @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @smolvenger @chennqingg @jennyggggrrr @theaudacitytowrite @alexakeyloveloki @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @evelyn-kingsley @vanilla-daydreaming @valencia-rou @loz-3 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @bunny24sstuff @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovingchoices14 @linaax @mochie85 @glitchquake @goblingirlsarah @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @gruftiela @lulubelle814 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @chantsdemarins (Continuing in the comments!)
Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist
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The grip of the Minutemen tightened painfully around Loki's arms, as the god tried to break free from their grasp - in vain. He didn't stand a chance against four of them; dragging him down one of the seemingly endless corridors of the TVA.
"Where are they taking me?!" Loki screamed over his shoulder, trying to reach the man in the brown suit with grey-blonde hair and moustache. "Mobius, where are you taking me!" The god received no answer. Not even as the Minutemen hauled him into a big room. It looked familiar, yet different.
While Loki still struggled against the men's harsh grip, he saw Mobius tapping away on his TemPad - until a well known orange 'door' opened. The TVA agent nodded at the Minutemen, who started to move once more - straight towards the portal. "Mobius! Please!" Again, no answer; causing Loki's patience to wear thin. "I demand to know what this is!"
Shortly before the god's body could touch the orange barrier, they stopped - and Mobius appeared in Loki's field of view. "That happens when you break a friend's trust, Loki," he said; stepping closer. His face was stern, but his eyes were filled with a mixture of disappointment and hurt. "I don't want to do this, but you leave me no other choice."
With those words and a last gaze at the 'variant', Mobius turned around and walked away. Loki's jaw dropped. "Mobius! Mobius! Wait! You know the truth! Nothing here is real! You are a mere puppet on a string and you know it! Please!" Loki's plead fell on deaf ears. Again. And before he could say another word, the Minutemen pushed him through the portal.
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Loki stumbled; the force of the unmerciful shove took him down. He landed on his knees - already waiting for the incoming pain of the impact; but there was none. At least no strong pain. He had landed rather softly. Nevertheless, slipped a soft groan past the god's lips as he straightened his back; raven curls whipping through the air. Loki looked around; scanning his surroundings - eyes widened instantly.
Underneath his knees was green grass. The air smelt deliciously of a trillion different flowers. A soft breeze rustled the trees nearby, and the moon stood high in the night sky; shining down on him and illuminating the world around him - just like the countless fireflies. He didn't even have to look further to know where he was...
Home.
He was in Asgard, and that was clearly his mother's garden. Why would Mobius send me here? Loki frowned; was confused. Slowly, he got up; brought himself back on his feet. His rather ragged and worn out TVA suit was looking even dirtier now; the green stains of the grass on his knees adding to the demolition.
Everything was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. But that was the last thing Loki cared about, honestly... "Mobius!" He called out once again. "What is this foolery?! Why did you take me home?! Is this real?! What-" The god cut off his own sentence as he suddenly heard something. Laughter... Child's laughter. It was getting closer and closer - until... A young boy with green robes and short black hair ran past him, followed by a young girl in a beautifully bright blue dress; her hair billowing in the wind. They were clearly chasing each other; running light-hearted through Frigga's garden.
Loki watched for a few seconds, before it hit him; eyes widening to the size of plates. His breath hitched in his throat as the two children came running straight towards him; his eyes settling on the little girl's face.
"Y/N..."
Loki breathed out your name; eyes still stuck on your youthful self. It send a jolt through his whole body - and especially through his heart. He remembered. This very night. Your parents and Loki's parents had to speak to the high council - and since your father was Odin's advisor, he needed to join. Frigga had sent you up to Loki's room in order to play, but the two of you chose to go outside instead. He remembered... Every second.
The laughter echoed in his ears as you and his younger self ran straight through him as if he was nothing but a mere projection. "What-" But before Loki could think further about it, the world suddenly started to spin around him. Faster and faster and faster. It took the god to the ground with a loud scream.
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Like a few minutes ago, Loki landed soft. This time, though, it wasn't grass... He looked beneath himself. It was straw. Still a bit dizzy from whatever just had happened to him, he shook his head gently and brushed a few loose raven curls out of his face. Chest heaving with the deep breaths he took, he looked up - and immediately recognised this place as well... The royal stables.
"What... What is happening here? What is this?" Loki asked, but of course nobody answered his question.
Then he heard steps. Quick steps - and only a few seconds later, you appeared in the huge door frame of the stable. Now though, you weren't a child anymore. You had grown into a young woman. His heart skipped another beat at the sight of you.
Loki witnessed how you quickly ran barefoot into the stable and hid yourself behind against the wall beside the door; giggling. The next thing he noticed was a voice. His voice.
"Y/N? Y/N! Where did you go?!"
You giggled again; rolling your eyes with a smile. "Come find me, Lokes!" You called out - and Loki remembered. It was again something he had experienced. Years and years ago, of course; in his youth - but nevertheless...
Steps were heard again as a younger Loki, dressed in his armour ran around the corner. Before he could pass you by, you jumped out of your hiding place; straight into the god's arms. He was caught by surprise of course, but then a joyful laugh left his lips, before his palms found your hips and he pulled you into a passionate kiss.
Loki was still standing in the middle of the straw like frozen; watching the scene unfold in front of his eyes. His nerve ends tingled; butterflies running wild inside his belly and by the Norns, he could swear that he still felt your lips on his. How soft and kissable they were. You had been his best friend, but on that very day, you had become his lover. His princess.
Loki wanted to relive this wonderful moment in his life longer, but then he felt again that pull and the stable started to spin around him - just as he witnessed how you and him stumbled backwards into the pile of straw; lips still entangled.
"No, no, no, not agaiiiiin!"
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Loki felt like falling, before he landed with a thud on a soft but also not soft underground. The smell of pine, moss and earth hit him the second Loki reopened his eyes. Different trees and plants were everywhere around him - but they were painted black. It was dark outside. Again. Looks like the Asgardian forest, the god thought; running a hand through his hair. I must be in the woods.
Loki looked around; eyes searching for you, and after taking a few steps, he found you - and himself. This time, he dared to step closer, giving the fact that he couldn’t be seen anyway. Twigs snapped underneath his feet as he approached you.
You and Loki were on a small glade; a picnic blanket keeping your clothes from getting dirty. You had an arm underneath your neck to support your head - just like Loki, while your free hand was intertwined with his. Both of you were gazing into the night sky; pointing at different stars.
Loki came to stand directly beside you and himself; watching. He swallowed hard; knew exactly where the TVA had taken him. The god had figured out quickly that he was obviously 'travelling' through his memories. And that 'journey' or by Odin's sake whatever this was seemed to have one thing in common... You. No wonder, though. You had always been the key element in Loki's life. You were the one who kept him grounded. His anchor in the raging storms he had to face. Be it his father, brother, Warriors Three or heritage. You had been always there for him, until... Well, until Thanos and New York happened. He always wanted to find his way back to you, but then the TVA ripped him out of his timeline.
Loki swallowed hard in order to suppress the upcoming tears in his eyes; the full force of the realisation hitting him, that he was probably never ever going to see you again. Feel you again. Taste you again. His heart yearned for you - more than ever now, and all he wanted was to go back.
The god got ripped out of his thoughts, as he watched it happen before him. He had been so nervous back then. Afraid of rejection.
"Y/N, I... I know that this might come out of the blue and way too soon, but... I-I can't wait any longer. I-I want to finally make you entirely mine. I can't imagine a life without you anymore. I need you. My heart needs you. It belongs to you already anyway, so..." Loki reached in the pocket of his trousers. With a shaky hand he presented a silvery ring, which was literally shining in the pale blue moonlight. You gasped; hands flying up to cover your mouth, "Would you do me the honour and become my wife?" and then tears started to fall quickly. "N-Norns, L-Loki, I-" You had to take a deep breath to calm your racing heart - something Loki misinterpreted slightly. Fear struck him. "I-I know I can't afford you what my brother could. No title of being Asgard's queen. No throne. No-" You immediately interrupted him with your lips on his.
"Loki, stop that nonsense right now. I don't want Thor. I never did. And I definitely don't need or want the throne or being called the queen. All I need..." You cupped his chiselled cheek; gazing deeply into his blue eyes. "... is you, my prince. Always have been. Always will be. I love you. So, yes. Yes. I want to marry you."
A relieved, light-hearted laugh escaped his lips, before he smiled brightly and slipped the ring on your finger.
Loki, who still stood on the sideline, watching, found himself smiling. He loved that memory; held it close to his heart. It was such a special day for him - and you.
Before he could reminisce for too long, he got pulled out again. This time, though, the world faded entirely to black around him...
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Once Loki woke up and slowly came to his senses, he felt pain shoot through his whole body. Perhaps because he had landed full force on a stony underground - unlike before. Nevertheless, he quickly felt a change. Something was different. It was not like the last three times.
Groaning, the god lifted himself off the ground - and immediately recognised what exactly had changed. He was still on Asgard; on the balcony of his chambers, to be exactly, but... He frowned, as he saw you standing underneath the sinking sun; gazing aimlessly into distance with the engagement ring he had given you twinkling in the red-orange rays. He couldn't remember. This time, he couldn't remember. Even though he tried hard to. This was not one of his memories...
Loki stepped closer towards you; eyes never leaving your frame. You were sad. He could tell. Not just because at the look on your face. He could feel it.
Silent tears were running down your cheeks, causing Loki's heart to cry out in pain. He had always hated to see you cry. That hadn't changed. It never would. "Y/N..." Loki whispered. "What is wrong, my love?" You didn't answer; just kept on crying quietly. He wanted to speak up again - but you spoke first.
"Oh Loki..." You cried softly; wiping away some stray tears. "Where are you?" You asked; gaze still directed up into the sky. "I hope you find your way back to me, my beloved... Someday..." His eyes widened; and he immediately started to run the last few meters separating you from him. Loki wanted to comfort you; wrap you up in his arms and wipe away your tears - but he never reached you. His feet stuck suddenly to the ground, as the world slowly started to spin around him. "No, no, no..." Loki mumbled in slight panic; desperately trying to free himself - but his feet wouldn't budge. It was almost like they suddenly acted on their own will.
"Y/N!"
He decided to use his voice instead. "Y/N! I'm here! I'm right here, darling!" Loki reached out his hand - but it was too late. Darkness overcame him as got sucked in the next dark hole, before he got spit out somewhere else.
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The ground beneath him was familiar. As if he had been here before - and he was. Loki felt the soft grass of the royal gardens underneath his fingertips, as he heaved his tired body off the grassy ground.
Yes, he was right back to where he was in the beginning - but this time, his mother's garden looked different. Everything was beautifully decorated. Countless white chairs were lined up in front of him; each of them looking neat and elegantly - just like the people sitting on them. White rose petals were everywhere. It was beautiful. The god swallowed hard. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly that he must've landed at a wedding. His gaze drifted to the archway at the end of the passageway; formed by the chairs. It was as well beautifully decorated with white curtains and roses. And underneath the archway... Loki's heart stopped to beat for a moment.
It was you.
You were standing there, wearing the most beautiful wedding dress he had ever seen. Your hair was braided into a stunning plait; speckled with daisies. His heart skipped another beat; pumping pure love through his veins.
But the problem was the same. He couldn’t remember. This never happened. He never had the chance to finally marry-
Loki couldn't believe his eyes. All the people on the chairs, his family standing beside the archway, you... Suddenly everybody turned to face him. Suddenly, every pair of eyes was on him; leaving the god even more confused. Can they see me? Can she see me? Is this real?
Loki felt how the emotions got stuck in his throat. This moment... He had waited for this to happen such a long time. And all of a sudden, it was within reach.
Tears clouded his eyes, as he found himself running again towards you - towards his future; towards everything he ever desired and wanted.
This time, he actually managed to reach you - and for a moment, Loki believed that this was truly happening. That he was going to finally marry you right here, right now. You stretched out your arm towards him. Loki breathed out a teary laugh; reaching for you. He wanted to take your smaller hand into his bigger one; feeling your warm, soft skin finally against his - but he couldn't. His hand just slipped through yours, as if you were a ghost. He tried again - with the same result.
"Take my hand. Come on, Lokes..." You suddenly spoke up; smiling brightly. Your bright Y/E/C eyes were literally shining. "What are you waiting for?"
Loki felt like crying. His happiness washed away like sand on a beach - within a few seconds.
Frantically, he tried to reach for you again. "I-I want to, my love! I want to, b-but... I can't... I-" Loki's body froze once more; signalling him exactly what was about to happen. "No! Please!" He was powerless. He couldn't do anything against it as he got pulled away from you - again.
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Another familiar setting, but no familiar memory. It felt like everything happened faster and faster; draining his physical and emotional energy. Whatever this was... Whatever Mobius had thrown him into... It was cruel. Torture.
Loki's body hit the very soft ground with a thud. It was softer than ever before. His palms glided over the surface; realising that he had landed undoubtedly on his bed - and the furniture around him belonged to his chambers.
He would've loved to just stay there and close his eyes to make it all stop, but when he heard the sound of bare feet touching the floor, he got up. Loki's head turned to follow the steps and when his eyes found you, did they widen immediately.
You were standing in the doorway; leading towards his bathing chambers. Nothing but a flimsy satin robe covered your body - which glided off your shoulders and fell to the floor, just in the moment when Loki's eyes settled on you.
The god swallowed hard; jaw slacking. You wore nothing underneath. He just stared. Stared at the holy temple which was your body. Memories flooded his head of endless nights (and days) he spent with you beneath the sheets; worshipping this temple - like you deserved. Like the goddess you were. It shot a warm feeling throughout his whole body; nerve ends tingling with desire - but it also left another gaping hole in his already bruised and battered heart.
He'd be never able to touch you again. To feel your beautiful curves underneath his fingertips; to touch your warm skin with his lips and kiss every square inch of your body.
"Are you finally joining me, my prince?" The sound of your angelic voice grabbed his attention; eyes focusing on your face - which was directed at him now. You were looking over your shoulder; hands working on freeing your hair from the plait.
"Time to consummate our marriage, husband."
It was the last thing you said, before you vanished inside the god's bathing chambers. Loki's feet and hands twitched. He desperately wanted to rip his clothes off his body and follow you, but he wasn't even able to finish that thought.
Darkness swallowed him whole once more.
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Loki found himself kneeling on the stony surface of his balcony once again; exhausted. He couldn't take this anymore. His heart couldn't take this anymore. He just wanted it to stop. Unless he was going to break - and little did he know that what was coming now really did break him. The straw that broke the camel's back.
Sure, Loki could've just kept his eyes glued to the ground and not look up, in order to spare himself some pain - but being the fool in love he was, he couldn't. No matter how much it hurt... Seeing you was just too tempting. So, he somehow managed to stand on both feet again and looked up.
You were leaning against the beautifully crafted railing. You hair was flying in the warm summer breeze. You were clearly enjoying the warm rays of sunshine on your face and the naked skin which wasn't wrapped in the beautiful emerald green dress you were wearing.
A goddess. You looked like a goddess.
Loki's eyes wandered over your body - but suddenly froze in place. He felt his heart drop for the millionth time; but this time it shattered into a trillion pieces. The god's knees buckled; legs almost giving in. Pregnant. You were visibly pregnant. There was no doubt - and with the next blink of his eyes, the tears started to mercilessly fall; wetting his ragged shirt.
"N-No, please... Please..." He didn't even know what he was begging for. For his eyes to betray him? For this to end? For you to finally be able to notice him? For the illusion to fall?
The smile on your face was brighter than the sun itself, as you ran your palms absent-mindedly over your swollen stomach - until it dropped and your eyes widened for a moment; looking shocked. Loki's heart was jumping over the cliff alongside your smile - but then you breathed out a laugh.
"Loki, I... I can feel her!" Her? "She's kicking! Come, feel!"
Your words caused even more tears to roll down the god's cheeks, as he began to shake his head. "I-I can't, Y/N, I-I can't..." Loki whispered; voice filled with despair and sadness.
But you couldn't hear him - and perhaps didn't even see him. That hadn't changed. But it didn't stop you from doing something you hadn't done the last three times the TVA had tortured him with your presence. You walked over to Loki; stopping mere inches in front of him. To feel you so close almost caused his heart to explode. He inhaled a shaky breath; swearing that he was able to smell you.
"Feel, my love," you repeated - and without blinking grabbed his hand to press it against the side of your stomach. Loki gasped; his whole body shivering. Your warm, clothed skin suddenly on his; the soft fabric of the dress underneath his fingertips; the clearly noticeable kicks against his palm. It was overwhelming. So overwhelming, he didn't even question why you were able to actually touch him.
It was a small moment of bliss, before he broke entirely...
In this moment of bliss and blinding love, he wanted to reach for your hand and bury his head against your baby bump to feel more - but like before, he couldn't. His hand slipped through yours, as if he was trying to capture air. This realisation dragged him back down to earth, reminding him that this was nothing but a cruel game the TVA played. It wasn't real.
Loki broke. His legs gave in as he sunk to his knees; palm slipping from your body. His vision went blurry.
"Mobius, please... D-Don't do this to me, please... I can't anymore. I can't. I-I know this isn't real. I know it isn't. Please stop it. I can't have that w-with her - I-I never will. She is n-not truly here. Please. Have mercy. I can't take this any longer." He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. It was all too much.
All of a sudden, everything got quiet around him. All Loki could hear were his own muffled cries and sobs. The god had curled himself up into a ball - nothing more than a picture of misery.
He didn't know how long he was half kneeling, half laying on the cold ground. Perhaps only a few seconds; perhaps a few hours - but at some point he could hear quiet steps approaching. Brown dress shoes came into his field of few. Definitely not you.
"Loki, I... I didn't know, I... I am sorry." A soft, familiar voice urged to Loki's ears. "I didn't know that Ravonna would send you through this..." Mobius.
The god lifted his head; looked straight into the sorrowful, compassionate face of his 'friend'. The agent offered him his hand, which Loki took to lift his exhausted body off the ground. "W-What... What was that? Torture, I assume." The man opposite him swallowed visibly. "It... It was a glimpse into the future, but also an illusion." Loki's eyebrows slanted into a frown, causing Mobius to explain further.
"What you saw was everything that happened... and could've happened."
Now he understood; a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You showed me something I'd die for to have but never could. She's out of reach - and she'll forever be. Just like what you showed me. Am I right?" Mobius swallowed again; didn't dare to say something. So, he just nodded carefully.
Loki's heart broke all over again; another bitter laugh finding its way past his lips. It truly hurt Mobius to see him this way.
"I am sorry. I didn't know that Y/N-" The god shook his head, interrupting him immediately. "Don't. Just stop, please."
Defeated, the TVA agent nodded.
A few beats of silence passed, before a small whirring sound announced the opening of a portal. "Come on. Let's get you out of here and talk, huh?" Loki nodded; wordlessly following Mobius.
There was no point in arguing or stepping up against him. Loki's glorious purpose was gone. He had lost - everything which ever meant something to him. His brother. His mother. His life. But especially, he had lost you - and the life he could've had with you. Love. A happy marriage. A child. Everything was gone within the blink of an eye; and only now did he realise, that he already had lost all of it the second he made that one wrong step which got him here.
There was no point in fighting anymore. He had nothing left to fight for. All that was left, was a gaping hole in his broken heart.
No hope. No love. No happy ending.
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Imagine sending Mobius to calm Loki after you’re injured…
He should have been faster. He was a God and he should have stopped you from being shoved into the champagne tower. His hesitation let you fall into broken glass and his blood boiled at the thought of the man who did this.
Mobius was helping you up carefully, small shards of glass falling from your clothes. You looked up and saw Loki’s fist clench. Immediately, you ignored the pain in your arm and grabbed his sleeve tugging just enough to make the raven-haired prince turn his head.
“It isn’t as bad as you think. We need to find Sylvie, remember?” You told him firmly.
Loki looked over the injuries and caught glimpses of blood. His stare hardened as he stepped back, pulling from your hold. “Stay here.”
He set off immediately after the culprit. In your effort to follow, you aggravated the wounds and winced. It was likely that your ribs had also taken a blow from the fall which would make chasing after Loki difficult.
Turning to Mobius who was helping to keep you upright, you gripped his arm. “You have to go with him.” You implored. “He’s going to kill Brad.”
Mobius frowned. “No, he won’t. He knows we need-”
“You’ve studied Loki’s timeline. Has anyone who injured me escaped his wrath?”
Mobius fell quiet as he thought through Loki’s history. The commoner who pushed you as a child in Asgard was bitten by a snake. Thor accidentally bruised your collarbone at training practice and a bookshelf dropped on him, breaking his nose. The HYDRA agent who stabbed you on a mission with the Avengers had his vehicle malfunction until he fell from a cliff.
Eyes going wide, Mobius’ jaw fell slack as the realisation dawned. “He’s going to kill Brad.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the TemPad, pressing into it furiously before shoving it into your hands. “In ten seconds, this is going to open a door to the TVA. Get yourself to the medical bay. I’ll handle Loki.”
~ More imagines here ~
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iosagol · 5 months
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foaming at the mouth rolling in the ashes putting on sackcloth because marvel dared to touch the absolute force of nature that is god of stories Loki and they completely misrepresented what he stands for and now when I search that glorious tag I have to look into hundreds of posts featuring the wretched hollow shell of the MCU Loki with his wretched dorky helmet and his "Oh I was once a narcissist who used to want a throne but now I love people and I don't like thrones at all, what an arc" even though he never ever wanted a throne and he always loved people what is going on
I think what really gets to me is that this god of stories role is presented as a shackle to MCU Loki
He is trapped now, he is alone, he's tied down by the narrative. Being a storyteller keeps him isolated and sad.
While in the comics, becoming the god of stories means breaking free, finding hope, being an icon of trying new things and traveling the universe. Being a storyteller allows Loki to become his true self and reconcile with himself and the people he loves. It's a visceral moment of coming home.
Loki in the comics addresses that "maybe who we are is really just a trap, one we'd be free of if we didn't cling so damn tightly to the bars"
Becoming a neutral storyteller breaks these bars and gets the Schrodinger's cat out of the box
But it's the opposite in the show
I don't think? They're trying to be cruel to the comics? But why are they slapping my favorite comic character's title onto this man even though what they are is completely different? And their arcs are completely different? And why then are show fans posting things such as:
Guuuys didn't you know this is from the comics? Loki is like the comics now :D He's finally completed a full arc and become the god of stories like in Agent of Asgard :DD
Like no, Janet, I'm sorry, but he's just not. MCU Loki has never been close to comic Loki, and to rip titles out of the comics and stuff them into the show and bait comic fans by saying "Hey guys you know what this is and you liked it there, so like it here" but it's not anything like that
That's not how this works
Don't get me started on Verity Willis either
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midastouch013 · 28 days
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" I'm Your Swiss Army Knife after all"
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Part 1 of ?
Summary: You're new to the Avengers team, and the black widow has taken to the opposite of a liking for you. She seems to contempt you with every fibre in her body
Warnings: Not yet, but, possible angst, fluff and hurt/comfort in the future. But for now, just a frosty attitude and sarcasm from Y/n as always
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The Avengers compound had been filled with anticipation as Director Nick Fury introduced you to the team on your first day. Standing at the heart of the room, Fury had painted you as SHIELD's top doctor and a formidable combatant with skills that could rival even the most seasoned agents. Your introduction prompted an array of intrigued stares and subtle nods of approval.
You had arrived, not in your sit, but a bit more laid-back clothes as what one would expect a doctor to wear on they're day off.
" Avengers, meet Agent [Y/L/N]
Grinning confidently, you couldn't resist introducing yourself with a touch of charm. "Well, well, well, Avengers. It seems like you've acquired a Swiss Army knife. Need a bandage or a beatdown? I'm your person."
The room erupted in laughter and whispers of approval. Tony Stark, with his signature smirk, quipped, "I like this one, Fury. Can we keep her?"
Steve Rogers chuckled warmly, offering a welcoming nod. "Glad to have you on board. We could use someone who's handy in more ways than one."
However, amidst the warm welcomes and friendly banter, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, stood out with her stoic demeanor. From the moment you set foot in the compound, her icy glares spoke volumes about her apparent aversion to your presence.
Weeks passed, and the redhead's frosty attitude showed no signs of thawing. Your attempts at connection were met with curt responses and dismissive glances, leaving you feeling like an uninvited guest at a party you never wanted to attend.
One evening, you found yourself in the common area, hoping to break the ice with Natasha, who had come up to grab a bottle during her training routine.
"Hey, Natasha! Mind if I join you? I've been meaning to work on my combat skills," you offered with a friendly smile.
Without looking up, the woman replied, "I prefer to train alone."
Undeterred, you tried to keep the mood light. "Fair enough. But they do say two heads are better than one, especially when it comes to taking down bad guys." You internally scolded yourself for making yourself sound so hyped.
Finally turning to face you, Natasha's expression was unreadable. "I work alone for a reason."
Persisting despite her cold response, you continued, "True, but a little teamwork never hurt anyone. Besides, who knows? We might just make a killer team."
Her withering look spoke volumes. "Don't hold your breath."
The tension between you and Natasha escalated with each passing day. Whether in a training session or a casual encounter in the common area, her icy glares and cutting remarks became a regular part of your routine.
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One such incidence occured in the common area, you couldn't help but notice the dynamics at play. Thor regaled the team with tales of Asgard, Tony showcased his latest suit upgrades, and Clint and Natasha engaged in a silent conversation involving a fair amount of eye-rolling on Natasha's part.
Trying to give a funny input, you quipped, "So, Thor, any tips on handling frost giants? Asking for a friend."
Thor laughed heartily, appreciating the attempt at humor. "Ah, the frost giants! A formidable adversary, indeed. One must approach them with both courage and wit."
Glancing playfully at Natasha, you teased, "Well, I've got the wit part covered. Maybe I'll ask Natasha for some courage lessons."
Her dismissive scoff was predictable, and you couldn't help but chuckle. Tony, seizing the opportunity, muttered, "I'd pay good money to see that training session."
Wanda, who had been observing the interactions, couldn't resist chiming in with a mischievous smile, "Maybe some courage and a bit of charm, [Y/L/N]?"
You shot her a grateful smile, appreciating the support. "Exactly, Wands. That's the winning combination."
As the banter continued, it became clear that Natasha's aversion to you was not going unnoticed by the rest of the team.
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One day, the tension between you and Natasha reached a boiling point during a training session in the Avengers' state-of-the-art gym. You were diligently practicing your combat moves, a determined expression on your face, when Natasha entered, her gaze focused solely on her own training routine.
Without acknowledging your presence, Natasha began a series of acrobatic maneuvers and precision strikes, displaying the prowess that earned her the title of Black Widow. Determined to break the ice, you decided to show off your own combat skills.
"Alright, [Y/L/N], show us what you've got," Tony called out, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Ignoring Natasha's dismissive snort, you faced the second-best combatant in the room, Clint Barton. The spar that ensued was intense, showcasing your combat prowess without any acknowledgment or compliment from Natasha.
As the spar concluded within a matter of just under 3 minutes, Clint, catching his breath, grinned. "Impressive moves, [Y/L/N]. You've got some serious skills."
You nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, birdboy. Always up for a challenge."
He then turned to the redhead "Looks like you've got a real challenge now Nat"
The onlookers, including Natasha, seemed taken aback by your display of combat proficiency. However, the ex-KGB agent remained stoic, and the unspoken tension persisted. She did however, before turning on her heels and walking away, give you a momentary nod of acknowledgement that only you and Wanda had managed to glimpse, and that you thought, was pure luck.
Later, as you exited the gym, Wanda caught up with you. "Well, that was unexpected. Natasha rarely acknowledges anyone's skill."
You chuckled, "Maybe I'm slowly winning her over. One sarcastic comment at a time."
The tension remained, but for a brief moment, there was a glimmer of acknowledgment from Natasha.
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The turning point arrived during a mission briefing. Fury, with his stern expression, briefed the team on a covert operation that demanded a blend of combat skills and medical expertise. Natasha's reaction was impossible to ignore.
"We've decided that Romanoff and [Y/L/N] will be the ideal pair for this job," Fury declared.
Natasha's eyes narrowed, and she shot up from her chair. "With all due respect, Fury, I'd rather go solo. Working with this amateur is a liability."
Unable to resist, you threw in a sarcastic retort. "Come on, romanoff. I promise not to trip over my own shoelaces during the mission. Besides, we wouldn't want Hydra to miss out on the dynamic duo, right?"
She shot you a deathly glare, but Fury intervened before she could respond. "Enough. You're both going. End of discussion."
You threw Natasha a mockingly sympathetic glance, accompanied by an exaggerated pout. "Looks like we're stuck with each other, partner."
She rolled her eyes, the disdain written all over her face. "Just stay out of my way and try not to get yourself killed."
"Oh, Natasha, you say the sweetest things," you replied, your grin widening as you reveled in pushing her buttons.
As the meeting continued, the atmosphere remained thick with unspoken tension. You couldn't help but wonder if Hydra had any inkling of the internal clashes within the Avengers, which were seemingly more dangerous than any external threat.
The mission briefing proceeded, Fury detailing the intricacies of the covert operation that demanded a unique blend of combat prowess and medical expertise. You couldn't help but shoot Natasha a sideways glance, silently contemplating the impending challenge that awaited the seemingly incompatible duo.
As the briefing concluded, Natasha stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor.
"This is a mistake," she declared, her gaze fixed on Fury.
You, however, leaned forward lazily, resting your elbows on the table, your tone casual yet laden with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm sure partnering with me is the highlight of your career, Natasha."
She shot you a glare that could freeze lava. "Don't push it."
Undeterred, you continued, "Why, Romanoff, I thought you enjoyed a good challenge. Besides, who else could keep up with you like I can?"
Her lips curled into a disdainful smirk, "Keeping up with me? Highly doubtful."
Tony Stark, sensing the escalating tension, chimed in, "Well, this is going to be fun. Can we sell tickets?"
Ignoring the quip, Fury maintained his stern gaze. "Focus, people. This mission is crucial. We need a seamless blend of combat expertise and medical support. Romanoff and [Y/L/N], you're our best shot at this."
Natasha crossed her arms, her skepticism evident. "There has to be someone else more qualified for this."
Fury's eye twitched, a sign that his patience was wearing thin. "This decision is final. Dismissed."
As the team dispersed, Natasha shot you a venomous look before stalking out of the briefing room. You couldn't help but smirk, realizing that the mission ahead was shaping up to be more of a battleground between you and the redhead than any external threat.
Over the next few days, the preparation for the mission brought you and Natasha into reluctant proximity. Every training session was punctuated with snide remarks and competitive glares. The rest of the Avengers watched with a mix of amusement and concern, unsure if they should prepare for a successful mission or a full-blown clash between you two.
Some of them, Steve, to be accurate, were conflicted about how you were going to complete the mission because you seemed to be at each other's throats rather the enemies, so 'they' went as far as to accompany you to the mission site.
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In the common area, you couldn't resist pushing Natasha's buttons once again. "So, Romanoff, any specific instructions for our dynamic duo act? Maybe matching outfits? I hear that's all the rage."
She shot you a withering glance. "This is not a joke. Lives are at stake."
You raised an eyebrow, "Relax, Natasha. I've got the medical part covered, and I promise not to embarrass you too much in the field."
Her expression remained stoic, but you detected a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. As the mission drew nearer, the air crackled with a tension that seemed to intensify with each passing day.
The day of the mission finally arrived, and the Avengers assembled for deployment. Natasha and you stood side by side, clad in your respective tactical gear. The aircraft's engines roared to life, drowning out any potential banter.
Natasha's gaze bore into you, the unspoken challenge evident. "Stay out of my way, [Y/L/N]."
You flashed a cocky grin. "Don't worry, Natasha. I've got your back, whether you like it or not."
The aircraft took off, hurtling towards the unknown. As the mission loomed ahead, the clash of shadows between you and Natasha promised a mission unlike any other, where the battleground wasn't just the physical terrain but the turbulent dynamics between two individuals forced to work together. Little did Hydra know that their opposition was not just a team of superheroes but a duo fueled by rivalry, sarcasm, and an unspoken challenge that could either make or break the mission.
Throughout the journey, Wanda observed the exchange between you and Natasha with a thoughtful expression. "There is something strange about this partnership," she mused, her Scarlet Witch abilities tingling with the subtle energies of conflicting emotions.
Tony, never one to shy away from commentary, interjected, "Strange? No, this is downright Shakespearean. I can already hear the dramatic music in the background."
Clint , who had been silently observing the banter, couldn't help but add, "Well, this mission just got a whole lot more interesting. Popcorn, anyone?"
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Should I continue and make the second part?
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artforkuponuts · 1 year
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Loki in a crop top/binder because I said so.
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ponett · 3 months
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i played through alan wake for the first time. here are some things i loved along the way:
the literal first words spoken in the game being "stephen king once wrote..." as alan tries to gas himself up as a writer
alan only being able to jog for a little while before getting tuckered out because you're playing as a novelist
alan feeling the need to point out an extremely obvious The Shining reference in his narration
you put the lime in the coconut
all of the random shit the taken say, but in particular stucky going on about his hot dog rankings
looking at the novels on alan's shelf and realizing how fucking huge he made his name compared to the actual book titles
all the episodes of night springs, but in particular "the quantum suicide" and "absence of creativity" ("Is that too moronic, indeed? Who can tell? It's a fine line between the stupid and the sublime... in Night Springs.")
barry's puffy red jacket being the brightest, most saturated color present in any scene he's in
agent nightingale being a direct inversion of cooper from twin peaks, who HATES small pacific northwest towns, AND having to work with their sheriff's departments, AND their coffee, AND their trees!!
the never-ending list of author names nightingale will call alan
the evil bulldozer that tries to kill you, foreshadowed earlier by the manuscript page "Wake Attacked by a Bulldozer"
one of the patients at the lodge being a game dev and hartman going "he works on... video games. it's trash, of course. but it does involve some small creative effort"
when you're talking to the old gods of asgard at the lodge and tor is routinely smacking the table with his squeaky hammer the entire time
alan and barry driving with the cardboard cutout of alan in the back seat
the rock concert segment
alan jumping like this
the dopefish poster upstairs in the bookstore
the camera panning over during the live action talk show bit to reveal that the other guest sitting next to alan is sam lake himself, who does the max payne face when prompted by the host
the fact that this game has driving segments and you can do donuts and drift into enemies
and, of course... the energizer and verizon product placement
great game
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