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jadeender · 5 years

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Dark Thoughts

Legend was still awake when first Time and then a little later Twilight returned, or rather Eternal and Savage returned. The others hadn’t noticed their little nightly…. Outings but Legend had. After all, he didn’t need to sleep, and besides he always felt more awake in the night, more alive.

So he sat and waited, and thought. The past week had been hard. Ever since Acidic, or was it Legend, had disappeared his (their) mind had been scattered. They had decided to keep going by Legend, it was easier than the alternative.

Staring down at his clothes it was almost laughable, him the hero that had been through the most adventures, the youngest true dark, would be the first to become like this. He was weak, and he knew it. Whatever powers he had before were being blocked, not only by this light’s body but something else.

He looked into the mirror has he did often hoping the image of another face would appear in it as it did before, whether that face bore red eyes and green streaked hair or blue eyes and a single lock of pink he didn’t care.

They wanted to be separated again didn’t they? Wanted to be their own people? Didn’t they?

But his reflection remain unwavering, his honey colored hair had gained some green streaks in addition to the pink one it already bore, and his dichromatic eyes remained unwavering. Legend looked the crack on the mirrors face for a moment, and shuddered thinking of the moment it was broken. How the knife the cracked had broken off inside, how it had broken him.

Forcing his eyes away from the crack Legend packed away the mirror and waited for dawn, for the others to awaken to another day, and to a new idea. One that would hopefully be able to help the others, even if they couldn’t help himself.

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When the sun cracked over the horizon Legend was already gittery, ever since he’d had his idea last night he wanted to get it done with. To try and fix the problem he created with Veran.

As everyone arose he sought out Time who was once again in control of his body to tell him their plan. As Legend outlined his plan Time listened thoughtfully.

“Are you sure you can handle it? You’ve never used Acidic’s powers to travel this far before.” Time observed. Legend winced slightly at that name. He was Acidic, they just didn’t understand that.

“I can do.” Legend reaffirmed. “Just let me do this.”

Time nodded and addressed the others. “Legend has a plan he thinks will help get us to Veran faster.” The elder nodded and Legend stepped up in front of the others his hand nervously playing with stings on the edge of his tunic. When had it gotten so threadbare?

“After we went into the darks camp and got their clothes I’ve been thinking, if we travel through the dark realm, we don’t have to worry about hoping to stumble back into my Hyrule. And we can get there faster.” Legend said. “I can use my powers to get us into and out of the dark realm just like I did when Four and I went there.”

Legend went through the same questions as he did earlier with the others making him assure that he could do it again. Four once again offered to help using Shadow’s powers. And after some convincing the others agreed.

The wrapped up camp and enjoyed the morning sun before walking into the shade of the trees, Four grabbed Legend’s handed and smiled at him confidently. The others huddled around them and Legend reached down for his powers and they vanished from the light world.

The same feeling like that of changing Hyrules came over them as the heroes opened their eyes in the dark realm, everything was similar to how it had been in place but the entire place was shrouded in a twilight of night even though it was early morning. The trees around them were dead and scraggly bearing only light leaves. There was no other vegetation around them, save for the gray grass underneath their feet but even that looked dead.

“This place never changes huh?” Legend commented as he got his bearings. “Ok we need to go a couple hours walk north to get to a point where we can slip back into Legend’s hyrule.”

They set off over the dark world and talk was low. Everyone was on edge, while the dark world was empty it gave off an ominous vibe, as though danger waited around every corner.

“Legend.” Warriors asked walking up to him. “Are there any other darks here, anyone else you need to worry about?”

Legend simply shook his head. “No, our darks are the only ones. There are other shadow people but they leave us alone, wouldn’t exaclty want to murder the power crazed guys who can destroy you without batting an eye.”

“Shadow people?” Warriors questioned.

“Yeah.” Legend said dismissively. Honestly he’d rather not think about them, there's a reason the shadow people avoided them, and Acidic had contributed to it.

Warriors dropped the subject and they went back to walking. Honestly a gloom had fallen over them all, even the ones who weren’t experiencing a major identity crisis didn’t like being here. Didn’t like the way the darks felt stronger here.

Eventually they stopped to rest near a large lake, the water was silvery as though it was made of liquid mercury than water. None of them dared try and drink it, opting instead for the water from their canteens.

Wind was talking to Warriors when they stopped, asking questions about his Zelda and his hyrule since they’d just left. He looked better, which was a relief, he laughed more, got angry a bit easier, but seemed back on track to normal.

“Not too much farther right?” Wild said sitting down next to Legend.

“Did Noble tell you?” Legend asked. He didn’t really know what kind of relationship they had, Wild hadn’t had many outward changes aside from cleanliness.

“Not exactly.” Wild shrugged. “But he’d been through here before and I remember it.”

Legend gave the other an odd look. Acidic hadn’t known much about Noble, before Eternal had quite forcefully brought them all together. The dark was always aloof but never malicious like the others, nor did he seem to have a knack for doing what he was told, kind of like Wild in that respect.

“You sure you can get us back to the light world? Getting in is one thing, but getting back out again is another. Are you sure you’ll want to leave?” Wild questioned.

“We have to find veran and help everyone thats it.” Legend ignored the other part of Wild’s question and stood up ready to get moving.

They followed the rest of the trip in near silence. Four had a sign conversation with Wild but they didn’t pry. By the time they reached an exit point back to Legend’s hyrule, a location near where Legend’s house would be in the light world he faced them again.

He could see the tenseness in them, Sky looked miserable his shoulders tight and face set, Hyrule just looked tired, holding Callous back when he was being empowered by the dark realm itself couldn’t be easy.

“Ok, when we come back into the light world we should be near my house. We can rest there tonight and get going tomorrow.” They all nodded and clumped up again as Legend summoned Acidics powers to take them out and as they pulled through the veil between worlds he felt it, stepping into the light world was like stepping into blinding sunlight after being asleep.

Once they emerged completely they all winced covering their eyes from the sun. Legend’s left eye, his red eye, burned as he clamped a hand over it. Suddenly everything was too much, the light, the sound, his deep exhaustion, as the others called his name once again he fell into unconsciousness.

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When his eyes opened again they looked up at a dark ceiling. Sitting up Legend looked around the room, he was back in his house again, his room was empty save for one other person, Ravio.

“Mr. Hero!” The man exclaimed removing his purple bunny hood. “Are you ok?”

“Ravio? What are you doing here?” Legend asked. Well he knew Ravio was living in his house but his brain hadn’t caught up that quickly.

“Making sure you’re ok, your friends are quite worried….” Ravio cut off when they made eye contact. “Your eye.”

Legend touched a hand to his left eye. “Yeah.”

“They told me what happened with the witch, but they never said it was this bad.” Ravio commented thinking.

“Where’s the other one?” Legend asked. “Your erembour.”

“Oh of course, with Acidic’s memories you’d know about Curse. He’s um hiding.” Ravio said quickly.

“Why is he hiding?” Legend questioned. “I didn’t think he’d be afraid of us.”

“Let’s just say the faces of some of your friends make him uncomfortable. It’s not our business. He’ll be back soon.” Ravio said ending that line of conversation. “What about you? Having to transport that many people into and out of the dark world by yourself? Are you crazy?”

“I’m fine.” Legend said looking away, his hand finding the fringed ends of his tunic.

Ravio huffed. “You aren’t fine Mr. Hero. What if you hadn’t have been able to pull them back through and you’d all been stuck in the dark world? Your friends wouldn’t have survived.”

“They’re stronger than me they’d have been able to figure something out. Besides how do you know, your not a dark.” Legend shot back. “You don’t know what it’s been like living with them in your head. The mood changes, the anger, the powers.”

Ravio went quiet for a minute before standing and heading towards the door. “Of course, I’m not a hero, how should I know your struggles.”

Ravio slammed the door and walked out as Legend sighed, just another friend he had hurt.

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Ravio stopped in the hallway outside of Legend room and pulled back up his hood. He may be comfortable around Legend but not the others.

“It’s just Acidic getting to him you know?” Curse commented from the back of his mind. Ravio sighed.

“I don't know if he’s even Legend anymore or Acidic. I’m just afraid. What if that happens to us? What if that happens to the rest of them and we have nine darks on our hands. Several of which would murder us without a second thought.” Ravio mumbled worriedly as he walked to the living room.

“Bunny. If it comes to that then I’ll handle it. We’ll be fine. It’s just like that time in Junari Village, I got us out then and I’ll deal with this situation if and when it happens.” Curse reassured him.

Though Ravio and Curse hadn’t been together for too long, ever since after he returned to Lorule, the dark had brought him back to Hyrule. Curse had even given Ravio his mirror long before they were merged, which was an act of complete trust for someone like him.

“Thank you.” He whispered to the dark, who’s presence had never been a burden in his mind. They’d never fought for control because they didn’t need to. Curse didn’t reply but instead sent a feeling akin to a smile had they been face to face.

Finding a smile settling over his own face Ravio entered the living room to tell the others Legend was awake.

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dentelle-grise · 6 years

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Your Latest Trick - Chapter 24

Long after everyone has stopped talking about Loki and his misdemeanors, his failed attempt to take over Midgard and his punishment, you meet him at a party.

(Loki x Reader NSFW) - First chapter here (can be read as a oneshot)

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Chapter 24: Imagine Loki making love to you in public while invisible.

Sometime in the small hours you rise, careful not to wake Loki from where he’s untidily and contentedly sprawled in the middle of the bed, and creep out in search of the bathroom. The light of dawn is only just hinting and you pull the window closed against the cold.

You edge along the wall, back past the bed, looking for a door, it must be here, you don’t remember any other rooms downstairs. But there’s nothing up here either. How come? What kind of house has no bathroom?

A poor person’s.

The wall is rough under your fingers and the air damp. So this was where Loki was hiding out. Better than prison, but desolate in another way.

You’re going to have to go outside, find the outhouse perhaps, the idea makes you shudder. You take a step toward the stairs but at that moment, Loki rolls over and you collide with a leg that he unknowingly stretches out in your path. The bed really is too small. He growls in complaint. “What?”

“I was just going to the bathroom.”

“Over there.” He points blindly, without raising his head and you see it. A door in the angle of the corner you could have sworn wasn’t there earlier. You step through and find everything there is just like home. Why did you doubt?

It’s only when dawn and wakefulness come for real, and Loki’s urging you to ready yourself to go back, scooping you up and pulling you downstairs that you see clearly that there is no door in the corner of the room, merely a table with a washstand and ewer. You don’t ask.

He stops the skiff just outside the city waters, and you float, swaddled in morning mist. The skiff becomes an ordinary vessel, bobbing on the water. Apart from the fog-bleared lights of Asgard, you could be the only beings in the universe. It's chill, but you have the furs. He uncovers a box with bread, cheese and fruit, which you share. The bread is warm, like he just got it from the kitchens. Perhaps he did.

How much of this did he plan? How much did he magic up in an instant? It doesn’t matter. You watch each other eat, a comforting reminder he’s real.

"I wish we could see each other in the day sometime." you say. You were only thinking romantically, it wasn't even a demand. But he sighs and doesn't answer and you feel a new tenseness in the atmosphere.

“What’s going to happen?” you ask,

“I don’t know.”

The most terrifyingly honest of answers.

“What about Thor?” you ask, emboldened. It’s a question you expect him to rebuff “What about Thor?” But instead he bursts out laughing.

“Oh Thor, my valiant brother. As usual, he’s protecting the realm of Midgard against great and terrible foes… its own mightiest heroes, in fact”

With that he has to struggle to stop laughing, while you look on blankly.

“Oh, I couldn't have done better myself!” he says. Then he sees your lost look and starts to explain “Oh. two of Thor’s mortal friends had a baby.” He wipes tears from his eyes. “Or rather a brain child. And now it’s trying to take over the planet and my dear brother is once more saving the day.”

“Does he know you’re alive??”

Loki's gaiety disappears abruptly.

“No.” Loki looks away, into the mist. Not starting at anything, just not looking at you. “Like I said, he’s busy.”

You don’t press. But you wouldn’t put it past Loki to jump out on Thor one day as a really bad joke and there’s not much you can do to prevent it.

You have time to make things look almost normal that morning, the time to return home so you can wash up and change at least. But fear has been growing like a knot in your stomach since Loki left you, setting you down the edge of the high esplanade, before speeding off into the mist.

What about Odin? Your disappearance would surely have been noted.

You open the door to your chambers you notice a familiar smell, sweet, like freesias.

It is freesias.

On the low table there is a broad vase filled with them. You’re confused a moment but then you see there’s a note.

In the same sure hand as the invitation of so many weeks ago, the king apologises for his absence the night before - he was called away on urgent state business.

You want to heave that sigh of relief, want your stomach to unknot, but now there’s something else worrying at it. How did he know you liked Freesias, that they’re your favorite.

You try to start the day as usual, but the question haunts you. Could it simply be because he is the Allfather?

You wonder if Loki will be like Odin in later life.

Sometimes you try to imagine you and he growing old together, but nothing of what you have with Loki has the wisdom of age. Every time you try to imagine the far future, you see yourself alone.

You get the tiniest glimpses of yourselves as a kind of Odin and Frigga. You hope that you would be as elegant as she. You try to imagine Loki's expressions emphasised by time, his hair white, and wonder what you would be to each other. You have never imagined anyone like this. And now you do and it's with one of the most unpredictable, volatile of men. Is that it. You never sought stability and it's not Loki who'll give it to you.

The heat of your relationship is hardly something built to last and there are times when you think it is all you will ever have. When you start thinking like that, the fleeting images of that older couple slip away.

Hornace is leaving just as he promised he would. But he makes a point of coming to say farewell and thank you personally. He’s happier than you’ve seen him since the accident but there’s a clear tension about the future.

“I’ve learnt all I can here, and I can hardly say it’s been boring.” He reflects.

It's true he was here for the attack of the dark elves too, when all he probably expected was quiet study.

“But I hope, for you all" he adds, "that Asgard stays ‘boring’ as long as possible.” He gives a little smile. “But I’m sure you’d be able to handle anything.”

When the flash in the sky shows the bifrost working from afar you realise he's gone and with him another chance. You wish suddenly, crazily that you'd shared your story with him. What harm would it have done? He’s off world now. He would have shaken his head at the craziness of Asgard and certainly not have shared your secret. But you weren't even tempted. Holding your silence has become second nature.

You feel a presence behind you on the balcony and turn but there's no one. You can hear healers voices, not far away just in the next room. But its not that. You know what is it, who it is. Someone very familiar. Invisible, like last night.

“Show yourself!” you say.

He doesn’t, but you’re surer than ever than he’s there. It's in the movement of the air, you’re blocked from the light movement of the wind. And there’s a hint of warmth. Not a sound though and the view is unobstructed.

Thats why you don’t even jump when you feel his arm around you.

And his hand… slipping into your pocket.

Loki leads you away from the healing rooms, guiding you with one arm around your waist, his hand still in your pocket. It feels familiar, affectionate, this closeness, but no one else can see him. So you force yourself to walk as though alone - not leaning into him as you would want, nor leaving too much space to one side as you pass through a doorway. You have to pretend he isn't there, that he's your own personal illusion.

As you make your way across the courtyard, struggling to act normal, who should there be but Asta and Dagny. And from the way they look at you they know something is off. Asta's eyes flick away the instant they settle on you, while Dagny gazes on as though in awe. Your heart stops and your feet freeze. It's like they can see Loki. This is it. Loki makes to step forward, pulling you with him but you stay where you are then falls back by your side, silent.

"Hi." Your voice sounds dead. Asta chances a glimpse at you, her eyes still unreadable, while Dagny smiles nervously.

"Hi." They say in unison, as weakly as you.

Whatever's got into them, it’s something else. It's you Dagny's looking at, not the tall handsome, but totally invisible, figure at your side. They both look troubled. What do they see? You're still standing there and no one says anything. At least they don't try to drag you away for something, to whisper some tidbit of gossip or pushing you for some. There's no pulling on your arm to come see a new dress or enjoy a snack together. You're thankful, but you're worried too, and guilty about how you’ve lied to them, your annoyance at Loki rises a notch.

They embarrassedly try to cover their discomfort, badly. Then pull away, but not before Asta touches your arm and meets your eyes again, this time you read concern. But you are already smiling, brushing them off as you feel they brushed you. You feel a pang as they go, but Loki draws you in closer.

It’s lonelier up on the battlements, just him and you and the wild autumn air.

Against your leg you feel the cold of a blade. He's got a knife and he's cut the fabric at the bottom of the pocket. You want to be outraged, but instead all you feel is rising trepidation. He’s cut a way in. Then the knife is gone and instead there are his fingers, like you knew there would be, delving, exploring, ever so slowly approaching their goal, to reach the core of you without disturbing a layer of fabric on the outside. He’s not standing close enough to you to change the way your dress hangs, but his hand is going deeper. You hold yourself taut, knowing that for appearances you mustn't flinch.

Though he says not a word, though you can’t even hear him breathe, the moves are so familiar. He knows what you like. First he caresses you through the fabric of your underclothes. Then he teases with the tips of his fingers, fighting their way around the cloth. He’s not really going to do this? Is he? But why else are you still here. Why hasn’t he whisked you off already. Because he won’t. He’s going to make you suffer for your pleasure. Experimentally he pushes one fingertip deeper, sliding into your hot wetness. Though you want to gasp you hold it in, hold your breathe. The heat inside doubles. You keep your expression unchanged, unruffled, though the wave of weakness that washes over you makes you think you might faint it this goes any further. Well then Loki would just have to catch you.

He crooks his finger and you repress a shudder, sway on you feet a little and close your eyes a second. Then open them, scared you showed something. But there’s no one here. Not until the next patrol passes.

He lets you calm down, your heart rate slow, your breathing become normal, though nothing will calm the fire within. Then, gently and meticulously, he continues.

To a casual observer you are all alone, but all the time he has you, twisted around his finger. Your world narrowed to that point where his able fingers are undoing you from the inside, while you try to stay as unruffled as a porcelain doll. Your efforts multiply the sensation and he knows it. You are burning up inside, concentrating on breathing normally when it’s getting difficult to remember how.

“Don’t move.” he says.

This is it, he’s going to kill you with this. You’re so wound up standing still is getting difficult.

“Can we go?”

“I thought you were enjoying… the view.” He murmurs in your ear.

You want to curse, you want to throw him on the ground and have your way with him. You might look as though you are standing alone, admiring the landscape and tasting the wild sea air blowing off the waves, but in reality you couldn’t care less about this place or time, and the only purpose of the breeze is to cool your heated blood.

Part of you wants to hold out. Holding out is what’s making it all the better, even though you want release like nothing in the world. You want to hold out longer than him, until he has to take you home without you begging.

Why here?

I wish we could see each other in the day sometime.

Did you bring this on yourself.

You hear a sound behind you. Footsteps, is it a patrol? It would be expected that they pass here soon or later. Would it be normal that you looked over at them, or would it? Loki has stopped, he withdraws his hand even. You feel its loss with regret, so he doesn't want to play it quite that dangerous - you're almost disappointed, but it helps you calm yourself. Once you feel composed turn your head. And every trace of lust evaporates in an instant.

“Papa!”

The simple sight of him snaps you out of the grip of desire and into that of shame. Though your heart’s still racing.

He frowns at you. Surely its not that obvious, if you are flushes it might be from the wind. No he’s got that worried look, just like Asta. How much did he see? Surely he'd notice something’s amiss if not what it was. Papa simply knows you too well.

And you were going to tell him.

Loki removed his hand like he'd burnt it the second your father appeared but he's still standing there at your back.

"I'm so glad I found you." Papa says and there's his familiar loving smile. But underneath it he looks uncomforatble. Like the girls but a hundredfold worse. He doesn't elaborate and the silence lengthens.

"What I mean is. If there's anything you want to talk about..."

You smile and shake your head, words trapped in your throat and Loki's hand snaking out to squeeze your arm.

"I mean, if you are happy then that’s what’s important, but if there is...something... happening that is not what you want then you can always come to me. However, whenever I will find a way to get you out of it.”

You nod, perplexed, and he reaches forward to take you in his arms. Loki releases you.

You are confused by his words, angry with yourself and angry at the stupidity of Loki’s being there and yet not being there.

There’s a resignation in Papa's face as he pulls back and looks at you.

You were going to tell him the truth and if he already knows it then the chance is lost you are swamped with guilt: you lied to him as you did to everyone with your silence. And now he knows…something. He doesn’t look upset as you might expect or shocked. More like sad. You swear to yourself you will find him later. You have to explain.

It’s then that the patrol themselves arrives, jogging in formation and a change comes over him. You must have imagined the sadness, now he looks more happy, proud.

"I must be getting on."

You make to follow but what more can you say. Loki grabs your wrist. If you pulled he’d let you go. You waver. If this means the truth is out then you have to talk to Loki.

As your father’s shape disappears along the walkway and the soldiers round the corner out of sight on the other direction, you turn toward where Loki must be standing.

"Show yourself." you hiss.

He takes the other wrist in his other hand. He says nothing but draws you to him and then you’re flying through nothingness and landing in a whirl in your chambers.

“Tell me what’s going on. How does Papa know?”

“Love?” Loki whispers, not releasing you but caressing your back. You know he’ll try to seduce you again.

“No.” You say pulling back. "I should have told him myself"

“He knows nothing." Loki says innocently.

“How do you know?”

He trails a caress down your arm.

“You know him, you know I’m right. Everything will be fine.”

You want to trust him but you’re feeling too mixed up, guilty about Papa. And Loki just wants to take you to bed again. And then of course he’ll disappear again. Your anger is rising and you don’t want another fight.

"No, I..." You pull away.

Loki lets you go but, still giddy from the flying you teeter on your feet. He goes to steady you, his gaze heated, but you pull away. Before you can give in, you stumble out though the bathroom and onto the balcony, slamming the door behind you and leaning back on it.

You’re sure he will follow you. You wait for his knock on the inside of the door, trying to gather your resolve not to give in to him.

It never comes.

Chapter 25

#loki #fanfiction #lokixreader #MCU #imagine loki

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