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✧*。Masterlist And Gen Info ✧*。
This account has officially been abandoned. I’ll leave this gen list here for all who wish to still read any of my stuff. Love to you all!
One fic may be under multiple characters btw. Only Klitz + Eli gets its own category
Characters!
~Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine, 2006)
---->Comforting You HCs
---->Still My Favorite
~Brian Wilcox (Fast Food Nation, 2006)
---->Stargazers
~Tim Klitz (The Girl Next Door, 2004)
---->Nighttime Nostalgia
~Eli Brooks (The Girl Next Door, 2004)
---->Eli Brooks Masterlist
~Eli Brooks + Tim Klitz (The Girl Next Door, 2004)
---->Smut HCs
---->Date Night
~Oswald Cobblepot (The Batman, 2022)
---->Cuddling HCs
---->Barely Holding On
~Alex Jones (Prisoners, 2013)
---->Rediscovery
~David Loki (Prisoners, 2013)
---->Rediscovery
---->One Short Moment
~Eddie Munson (Stranger Things Season 4, 2022)
---->Kiss The Pain Away
---->End All This Now
---->Review + Fix It
---->The Same Coin
---->Bleed For Me
---->Music Lessons (1) (2) (3)
~Vance Hopper (The Black Phone, 2022)
---->Vance Hopper Masterlist
~Robin Arellano (The Black Phone, 2022)
---->Got Your Back
---->Looks Like It Hurt
---->Ghost!Grabber Victim HCs
---->Left On My Own
---->Roller Boy
---->Confession + Dating HCs
---->In Your Arms Again
---->More Than Math
~Non __x Reader Fics
----> Untitled
---->Back To This Place Again
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Hello! I will go by Jay here on Tumblr! My pronouns are He/Him and I identify as aroace. I really like writing "x reader" fanfic so that's mostly the stuff I'll be posting, maybe the occasional something else, but that's it really.
I can write both SFW and NSFW but I tend to prefer to write SFW. The characters under 18 I will write for are Dwayne Hoover, Vance Hopper, and Robin Arellano and I will not do anything sexual for them anymore. All other characters I write for will be 18 or over. Any requests for hard no’s will be deleted.
Hard no’s include sexual content involving minors, romantic or sexual content for Alex Jones from Prisoners, sexual noncon or dubcon including cnc, non-familial requests for characters 11 and under, hetero relationships for canonically gay characters, and pieces about real people.
Please feel free to send me prompts or anything, really. I love hearing from people, and I tend to run low on ideas so if there's something you think I should write then lmk. Please give me time to write them, I have a job and attend college and not as much free time as I would like. Whatever pronouns are used for the reader in your requests will be the ones in the fic, if there are no pronouns, I'll use they/them. For smut requests, please include the anatomy you would like. If it’s not specified, I will decide based on what I want to write that day. All drafts will be published in the order they are received/made unless I am experiencing writer's block, in which case I will work on whatever prompt inspires me the most. If y’all ever see that I answered a post but then can’t find it on my page/see it unfinished, I published it too early and deleted it. I’ll upload it with a screenshot of the prompt when it’s ready, very sorry.
In my posts, I will provide a word count, description (for stories), pairing (character x reader or character/reader), and pairing type (familial, platonic, romantic, sexual), and tags/warning. If there is a tag you believe I missed for a story you would like acknowledged, feel free to say something either in a direct message or a comment!
Most of my pieces will have a GN!reader and any NSFW will typically be female anatomy with some occasional male anatomy, but I can do something else on request.
I hope y'all enjoy what I write! :)
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20 questions for fic writers
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
23, but I have more/older stories on other sites
2. What's your total ao3 word count?
237,183
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Right now, mainly btvs and I have an unfinished Arcane fic dying in my drafts
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Hiraeth (TF)
where the shadow ends (BTVS)
Brother Let Me Be Your Shelter (TUA)
the broken gates of kingdom come (BTVS)
skin like the sky at dusk (LOKI)
5. Do you respond to comments? why or why not?
I used to respond to nearly every single comment but rip I have been letting it slip lately 😭
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably I’ll Be Home For Christmas (If Only In My Dreams). It’s a Christmas story about Five Hargreeves stuck in the apocalypse
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Honestly probably The Art of Dying believe it or not 😂
8. Do you get hate on any fics?
I know for a fact I have gotten hate on fics but I straight up don’t remember it because I delete hate and then forget about it/block it out lmao
9. Do you write smut? if so, what kind?
Nope. The closest I’ve gotten was a non explicit “pan to the fireplace” sort of scene
10. Do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?
Nope
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge. Though I have written stories and then seen somebody else post a fic in the same fandom that was eerily similar to a scene I wrote.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have! I wrote this Jason Todd fic when I was a teenager called Just Another Robin and it’s been translated twice!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I have not. I’ve thought about it, but I’m probably too much of a weirdo to successfully collaborate with
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
It changes depending on what I’m fixating on tbh 😭
15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
There’s like….nobody on this site who knows what I’m talking about but um. I got this fic called Hiraeth a lot of people really like. And I really do want to finish but it’s been so long and I’ve lost the muse/motivation for it. I’m really holding out that one of these days I’ll get a supernatural rush of inspiration and crank out like one final chapter for it
16. What are your writing strengths?
People say I do a good job at writing emotions
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Honestly probably that I’m too attached to my style and too sensitive about certain critiques. Which is why I’ll probably never want to write professionally because for me it’s more of an artistic expression
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I think it’s good as long as it’s limited and you make sure it’s accurate and the reader knows what is going on anyway. My approach was that it should always be explained clearly later on or be an inconsequential fun little Easter egg for the reader to look up later
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Oh my gosh. My first fic was Supernatural 🫣
20. Favorite fic you've written?
where the shadow ends I think is my magnum opus at this point in my life. It’s novel length. It’s very emotional and important to me and really had a lot of real life feelings poured into it. It was so strangely woven into my life at the time I wrote it. It’s cathartic. It’s real. It’s a piece of my soul put on paper tbh. And that banner…oh my gosh. It was perfect and I’ll cherish it probably for the rest of my life
A runner up would be this multimedia fic I wrote during the pandemic and it was a fic told through a combo of text messages, pictures, videos, and chapter writing. I’m still v proud of it even though it’s very hard to share anywhere because of the format
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Hey👋
can I please request Loki(maybe in her from form??) and reader making the Lego flower bouquet together :)
Thanks! Hope you have a nice day<33
I’m assuming it’s the same person
Fem Loki x reader
Legos
"You sure you want this one?" You asked.
"Yes, it has a lot of pieces and it’s colorful" you nodded adding the Lego set in the shopping cart.
You had the great idea of getting a Lego set for you to do together a few days ago, thanks to some TikTok videos that kept popping up on your feed.
After finishing your regular errands run you two went back home and sat everything in place. It was around 5pm when you sat down on the carpet in front of the little coffee table and across from Loki.
"Ok let’s pull out the instructions first" you said opening the box.
Loki dumped the whole thing on the coffee table while you looked at the paper, she made sure no piece fell off the table.
"What color would you like to start with?" You asked.
Loki blinked before looking down at the picture at the front of the box "let’s do the purple one" of course she’ll pick the one with the most pieces and smallest.
You nodded, immediately looking for the said pieces with him and collecting them in a pile then making some space to work.
Loki was much more delicate than you, that and her eyesight was better so she can tell the difference between tiny details, resulting in you just handing her pieces instead of doing actual work and reading instructions.
By the time she was doing the head of the flower you had dozed off at her features, she’s always been beautiful, breath taking but it didn’t stop you from still falling all over for that face whenever you had the chance.
"Darling there’s a piece missing" you snapped back to reality when she looked you in the eye.
"Oh…are you sure?"
"Yes. You said there’s 30 pieces but I only counted 29" you looked at the flower up closer and indeed noticed that one of the petals was missing.
You skimmed through the other pieces and found nothing "maybe it rolled down the coach let’s see" you turned around to the coach behind you, going on your hands and knees to look under.
"Not there either"
You sat back up and saw Loki pouting at the unfinished Lego flower, she looked adorable.
After another little skim through the other pieces you looked at Loki’s side and saw something poking from her shirt.
You bit the inside of your cheek " honey stay still for me" you reached out your hand towards her top, she gave you a confused expression with a little blush forming on her fair skin when she realized where you’re reaching to.
Reaching down her shirt you pulled out the missing piece with a cheeky grin "found it" Loki rolled her eyes before busting out laughing with you and snatching it out of your hand.
"And done" adding the last piece.
"Yeah, now…seventeen to go" it was gonna be a long night.
#fem loki#imagine#mcu#loki#loki x reader#fanfic#loki imagine#mcu loki#loki/y/n#loki friggadottir#loki friggachild
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It’s all I could think about. Detective Loki x Reader
Warnings - NSFW
Monday
It was late. Your eyes flick to the clock ticking quietly on the paint chipped wall to the back of the station. 9:35pm. A sigh escapes you as you stand up, grabbing your long empty coffee cup and making your way to the back of the station.
You shouldn’t have stayed this late really, but you wanted to get the case files finished now that the Dover case was closed up. You still couldn’t believe how the case had ended, relief was felt all of the department obviously but god those last few days were intense.
The kitchen was the furthest room away, down the hallway past the interrogation rooms. You stopped as you noticed a faint light creeping out from one of the rooms. Surely no one else is still here? The night officer had gone out to handle something. You walked over with caution, you knew it had to be another employee but even so, you were still nervous. Empty coffee cup in hand you slowly pushed the door open more to see inside. You relaxed instantly when you saw it was just Detective Loki sat looking over tapes. He didn’t notice you at first, his head resting in his hands as he lent over watching the small screens in front of him. You knocked on the door gently, grabbing his attention.
“Sorry, I didn’t think anyone was still here” You didn’t speak too loudly, as if you didn’t want to break the silence. Loki looked so tired, the wound on his forehead looked better than before, the bandage gone now and just some bruising left, but it didn’t distract you from the dark shadows under his eyes. He stood up from his chair turning to you.
“No I’m sorry, I should have gone home hours ago I...I don’t know I guess I just couldn’t let something go, I don’t know what though” Your eyes flicked to the screens, he was watching the interrogation with the kid from the RV.
“You think you missed something?"
“I know I missed something, he was kidnapped, and being abused by that woman how didn’t I see that?” You could see he was frustrated with himself. “I was too wrapped up to see I was scaring him, that I was adding to his pain” You stepped closer to him placing a hand on his arm.
“You couldn’t have known, and you were just focused on finding those girls. And besides, it all worked out okay in the end” You gave him small smile which he kind of returned, as much as he could in his current mood. He just looked so tired and defeated, though you could understand that completely given how the case went. “You know... you can relax a little now, you saved the day” He nodded slowly, eyes directed downwards, like he was still deep in thought. He needs something to take his mind off of the case....
Your eyes flicked towards his lips....maybe? God you wanted to, you’ve wanted to for such a long time, maybe this is the chance you were hoping for. You didn’t let anxiety or doubts have time to worm their way into your thoughts, you closed the little gap between you and pressed your lips to his before he even looked back up at you.
You felt him tense. Oh god...this isn’t what he wanted at all! But then he started kissing back, his hands coming up to rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hands went to his shoulder, his neck, into his hair. Both of you were breathing heavy, hands exploring, a slight moan from him made your stomach do flips.
A sudden beep and a loud click made you both jump, pulling apart and looking behind Loki. Someone had walked back into the station, probably the officer on the night shift. Your arms were still around each other, Loki turned his eyes back to you, he looked half way between shocked and wanting more, his lips were swollen from your kissing, his hair falling out of place from your hands. Gods you wanted him.
You both pulled apart and you smiled gently at him before heading to the door, not wanting to be caught leaving the room at the same time as Loki looking the way you did.
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Wednesday
Another late night, you were really getting sick of your inability to just leave work unfinished until the next day. You slung your bag onto your shoulder and headed out the door, thankful that at least it was a nice night, the nicest in a while actually, you only had to wear a light jacket.
You made it to your car, jumping in and putting your bag on the passenger seat, keys going into the ignition, you turned the key and got ready to drive home... you frowned. The car wouldn’t start, you kept trying but it wouldn’t get going.
“Please tell me you are kidding” you sighed and tried one more time, praying it would just start so you didn’t have to walk all the way home. Nothing. “Fuck!” You sighed and leant back against the seat. A knock on your window made you jump. It was Detective Loki. You opened your door so that he could lean down to talk to you, he was wearing a fitted long sleeve black top, you’d seen him in it before but unclose it didn’t leave anything to the imagination.
“You okay?”
“Yeah umm... my car won’t start” He leant back up and walked to the hood, lifting it up to look inside, you leant over to try and get another look at him but you couldn’t see from the seat. He closed the hood and came back over.
“It’s too dark to see exactly what’s wrong, lock up I’ll drive you home”
“Are you sure?"
“Yeah” He moved back and waited for you to grab your bag and lock your car before walking towards his car.
The drive back was actually more awkward than you would have liked, after you told him where you lived you didn’t really say anything else to each other the whole way there. You watched as your house came into view, Loki pulling up just outside and turning off the engine.
“Thank you, for driving me home”
“Yeah sure, no problem” You waited a few seconds, when you were sure nothing else would be said you made to get out of the car. “Why did you kiss me?” You stopped, arm holding the door of the car and turned back to him, mouth slightly open in shock, you didn’t say anything. What could you say? I think your sexy and decided to kiss you when you were clearly vulnerable to see what it was like?
“I umm...” you couldn’t find words to say, but he was looking at you, clearly waiting for an answer. you could feel your nerves rising. “I don’t know” You got out of the car and walked around heading to your house, you were so nervous but something stopped you, you couldn’t leave him thinking you didn’t know. You turned back to the car, opening his door this time to lean down to him.
“You looked crushed, and I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, I just... I just wanted you to stop thinking about the case, I could see it was frustrating you so I just... I just kissed you” You watched him, his face giving nothing away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done it” You felt worse, his silence made you feel like it was the wrong thing to do after all, maybe he didn’t want it like you did.
You stopped leaning on the car, about to say your goodbyes and go inside, at least then you could freak out without him seeing. But he got out of the car too, closing the door and grabbing you before you could go very far.
“I...I..” He looked over you nervously. “fuck...it’s all I could think about, since it happened. I keep replying it in my mind and...it distracts me all the time” He was so close, you could feel the heat from him, you could smell his cologne and what you thought was the faint smell of smoke, maybe from an earlier cigarette.
“It does?"
He nodded, leaning closer, you noses were almost touching, eyes fluttering closed. “Let me do it again” You didn’t even have to answer, his lips were on yours and you melted into him, it didn’t take long for your hands to be all over each other again. You felt a rush of confidence and pushed him gently in the direction of your home, he pulled away from you, although he stayed close. “Are you sure?"
“Yes” you smiled and grabbed his hand, leading the way to your door, working quickly to unlock it and pull David inside. It was dark, the only light coming through the living room window from the streetlamp, but you didn’t even bother to hit the lights before you and David were pushed together again. Your hands pushing his shirt up, feeling the smooth bumps of muscle.
You pulled David with you towards your bedroom, thankful that you didn’t have stairs to interrupt you. You trusted yourself to know the layout well enough, not wanting to break apart from David, your legs hit the bed and you pushed David’s shirt over his head, finally breaking apart. Your top soon followed, you hands darting to his belt. Piece by piece until you were stood in nothing but your underwear.
David looked you over, his breathing heavy. “You...you are so...” he huffed out a laugh and grabbed you by the waist. “I can’t find words"
“You don’t need to” You pulled him close again, kissing him gently, his kissing slowly moving to trail down your neck, causing a moan to escape your lips.
“I love that sound” he slowly moved you both onto the bed, climbing on top of you, leaning down but stopping just before his lips touched yours. “I can’t wait to hear more of them”
His kisses trailed lower, softly touching your collarbone, between your breasts, lower and lower past your stomach. God he was driving you insane!! His fingers slowly hooked into your panties dragging them down painfully slow until he could throw them aside, his hands dragging back up your legs.
“David” You moaned, legs moving against him in frustration, he was so close you could feel his breath against you. Your head flew back against the pillows when he finally put his mouth against you, tongue working quickly to make you come undone.
You didn’t stop the noises, letting gasps and moans flow freely from you as David moved his tongue, feeling that familiar climax edge closer and closer. You quickly moved your hands to his hair gently tugging him away. He looked up at you, eye filled with worry that he’d done something wrong.
“I want you” you whispered. He didn’t need to be asked twice, he climbed back up you instantly, lining himself up before slowly pushing in. You both moaned at the contact. He took a moment to start moving but once he did he set a steady pace. Your hands dragged down him back, nails diffing in whenever he thrusted harder. That made him moan, you were surprised at how vocal he was, breathy moans escaping every time you both moved, or when your hands found their way into his hair, tugging on the longer strands.
His thrusts started picking up pace, your breath mingling as you move against each other, placing kisses on each others lips and necks as you both chased your orgasms. David’s hand moved down to grip your waist, you could tell he was close and so were you, you could feel yourself tensing in anticipation causing David to groan. “I’m close...” He breathed.
You couldn’t reply, you were so close you just pulled him closer to you, pressing your lips against his hungrily. It wasn’t long before you feel over the edge, moaning his name as he followed behind, groaning out as you both came.
You laid there catching your breath, lazily planting kisses on each other.
“i feel like I’ve been waiting for that to happen for days"
“I’m glad my kiss got you so rilled up detective”
“Well...I hope you’ll distract me again"
“Always"
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From Bleak to Bright - Part Thirteen
All other parts on on my masterlist, link provided below.
AN: SOOOO SORRY FOR HOW LATE THIS IS, but please, have the best piece of writing i’ve made in 2021! I am still forever shy about writing smut. Please forgive me.
Warnings: angst, language, SMUT (18+ ONLY)
MASTERLIST - SERIES MASTERLIST
PART THIRTEEN
After Loki begged you to runaway with him, he ate dinner with you and returned “home” to “take care of unfinished business”. It left a weary feeling lodged in your chest, you had to admit, but it gave you the space to digest everything that had happened. And was said.
If Loki was taking you away, you all but hoped it was not on some other planet. Hell, you barely knew if you could stomach the ride there. Loki did not have access to the Space Stone anymore, and so his intergalatical traveling must be done aboard something. And you were not - absolutely not! - stepping foot on an alien spaceship.
The smell of him still lingered in your small apartment as you showered and looked at your pitiful wardrobe. What should you pack? Jeans? Sweaters? What would the weather be like?
Your stomach roiled, your skin prickling, and you wondered if you’d made the right choice.
The part of you, forever tied to him, the part wedged deep in your chest, burned and sung that yes, you’d made the only possible choice. You knew spending the rest of your life in this pathetic limbo, going through the day like a robot, was not the life you wanted to go back to. Any life, whatever it may be, whatever future beheld you and Loki, you knew it was the right one.
You phone buzzed on the kitchen counter and you sighed, trudging to the kitchen, feeling tired and weighed down.
It was Bruce.
Your finger hovered over the accept button, biting on your lower lip.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sis.” His tone was soft, careful. “I’m just checking up on you.”
You hadn’t forgotten just how drastically you’d barged out of the restaurant not even a few hours ago.
Your heart leapt, lungs compressing against the guilt. “I’m alright.” You knew your voice didn’t sound fine, but you just hoped Bruce wouldn’t come rushing over. If he caught a whiff of whom had been in this place, he’d tear you away and put you right back in isolation.
The thought of it, the walls, the locked doors, no phone, had you tightening your fists.
“I know how hard it has been for you,” Bruce sighed on the other end. “And you’ve been doing so well. I’m sorry if my comment about boys and all made you feel clustered. I promise never to cross that boundary with you ever again.”
You smiled, remembering just how caring and respectful your brother was - how he would hold true to that promise until his very last breath.
How you would never see him again... no. You didn’t want to think that far.
Your lip quivered but you bit it hard to stop the tears from coming. “Thanks, Bruce,” you said with a smile. “Means a lot.”
He laughed. “Alright, Y/N,” he answered. “I got us tickets to a Celine Dion imitator in the village, this Saturday at seven. Do you work?”
Your throat tightened and you resisted the urge to lie. Fuck.
Bending your head, you inhaled. “I don’t work,” you said, your voice barely above a mumble. “I can make it.”
You tried not to picture him waiting for you on the curb, clutching the tickets, his curly brown hair caught in the wind. You tried not to picture him looking at his watch, calling you. You tried not to picture his face when he found out you’d never show up. Ever again.
“Perfect!” he said, his voice cheery. “I scored us front row, too. So you’ll be able to touch them!”
There was a sharp stinging pain drifting in your chest. “That sounds great, Bruce.” You hoped you didn’t sound as sorrowful as you felt.
“Yeah!” There was a long pause, too long. “It gets better, Y/N. I love you.”
You swore, there and then, you’d burst out crying. But you held yourself together, piece by piece, feeling the thinning hold about to burst. “Thank you, big bro,” you answered, your voice barely stable. “I love you too, so much.”
When the line cut and the only thing in the apartment was the heavy silence and the smell of your soulmate, the tears came so fiercely you thought you’d throw up.
It was like being torn in a million little pieces. On one hand, you did not want to leave your brother, not after all he went through to keep you safe and to make sure you were happy. He needed you as well. You were the only one who could tame the green beast, and that’s what got you caught up in all of this in the first place. How could you leave him, just like that? As easy as it sounded - grabbing some clothes and walking away - the idea of him searching for you, fearing the worst, made you second guess everything.
On the other hand, the part that grew in you every second of every day, wanted you to choose Loki. That part of you, tethered to him so tightly, burned. It flamed and churned, a fire so bright and so hot, that the heat threatened to overwhelm you. But you loved it. You craved it. Every day of the past two years had been absolute agony. It was anguish and torment. And you never wanted to live that again, ever. The simple thought of Loki never coming back burned every fiber of you to a crisp.
You went to bed, curled up into a ball. If you weren’t crying, you were agonizing, anxiety a sharp glass ball in your sternum. And when the time was three and the sky was dusk, the air beside you rattled, disturbed, and the bed dipped beneath the weight of him.
You didn’t want him to see you like this; all swollen eyes and sniffy and hiccupping. You turned to the wall, feeling the warmth of him at your back.
His fingers pulled your hair away from your damp cheek. “He will forget,” Loki said, his voice a hum in the dark, silent bedroom. You frowned. “In time, when it will have been decades, he will forget this small wound.”
“I don’t want to hurt him,” you mumbled, and the fact that Loki knew what you were crying about made your heart leap. “I hate the thought that this will cause him fear and pain.”
Loki curled and arm around your waist, gently pulling you to his chest. He was so warm and solid. “I understand,” he mumbled into your hair. “I know the relationship that you have with your brother is something you never want to lose.”
The tears came again and your lower lip quivered. “He will hate me,” you whispered, sniffing.
Loki’s arm tightened, his hand tucked under your waist. “He will not,” he answered curtly. “I assure you. If you tell him you are safe, in a few years, you’ll be able to see him again.”
“Don’t lie to me, Loki,” you warned, hating that you still didn’t fully trust him. You could tell it wounded him as well because him pulled back away slightly, but then he kissed your temple.
“I am not lying to you, Y/N.” His voice was like honey. “I am promising you. I will do whatever you need me to do to help assure him and to insure you will see him again.”
You knew you needed to flee and be especially invisible for the first years because your sudden absence would spark not only fear and panic but resurging suspicion involving Loki.
But now he was telling you that a few years was all it took and then you’d be able to see Bruce again.
His chin tucked against your shoulder. “I know the fire that can be built between two siblings,” he said, the dark softening with the coming sun. “I also know that the love between them can be stronger than anything in the world.”
Something shifted in you and the dark cloud of sorrow lifted, making the corners of your mouth tug upwards slightly. “I could never leave my brother,” you admitted. “But I also can never leave you.”
You knew he was smiling just by the way you felt his skin move against yours. “I know,” he said, voice thick.
You swallowed hard. “Why did you come back?” you asked, your voice faint.
He was silent for a moment. “I’d never seen the world so bright before,” he murmured, the sound close to your ear. “A thousand years in bleak nothingness. And then you.”
He turned you around slowly until you were lying on your back, his face hovering over yours. you could tell he was shirtless. In the faint light of morning, you could see the sharp outline of him; the straight nose, the edge of his cheekbones, the line of his jaw, the dark halo of his curls.
“You were...” he trailed off, swallowing hard. “You were all to me, in the past two years. You took me out of the dark. I couldn’t lose you. I... I got lost in your brilliance.”
You never thought you’d hear such words from him. In that moment, spread over you, he was vulnerable. Completely open, and he was letting you in. He was letting you see him for the first time.
He kissed you, softly at first, brushing his lips against yours. His hand found your jaw and yours found his shoulder, trailing the curve upward until your could sink your fingers into his hair.
“I am forever yours,” he whispered against your lips.
You squeezed your eyes shut, a sound like a whimper leaving your lips, and his arms tightened around you. He moved until he pressed one knee between your legs, his hands sliding down your arms, raising fire as they went. He lips kept tasting you, his tongue delving past your teeth, and every time his hands found knew skin, it was like touching heaven.
His hands found the band of your pajama shorts and he stilled, raising his head, searching your gaze. “May I?” he asked and you nodded once. He smiled, kissing you deeply as his fingers hooked into the material and pulled down. Your arched your hips off the bed until he could slid shorts and panties off, tossing them at the edge of the bed.
His fingers skimmed the sensitive skin at your hip, trailing across your belly. “I will be good to you, Y/N.” His voice was thick, hard in the silence, but his fingers were delicate as they found your soaked heat. Your chest arched off the mattress, a strangled moan passing through your parted lips.
He pressed two fingers to your clit and rubbed light, slow circles. Your hands turned to fists in the sheets as he bent forward, catching your moan with his mouth. You grabbed onto his shoulders, kissing him back fiercely.
Just having him this close, this intimately near, made you so irrevocably happy.
He pressed slightly harder on your clit, the circles turning into slow rubs until you were writhing against him, whimpering and groaning against his mouth.
“Am I torturing you, love?” he asked against your mouth, kissing along your jaw, down your neck.
“Yes,” you gritted, wriggling your hips, rocking against his hand.
He trailed wet lips along your wind pipe. “What would you like from me, princess?” His voice was pure sin, making a knot begin to coil deep in your belly, like thick, dark smoke. “I am waiting,” he urged.
You dug your nails into his shoulders hard, rocking against his hand, and he chuckled. He slipped two fingers into your core, so easily that it was embarrassing. He hissed, lips turning to teeth on your neck. “All this for me?” he groaned against your skin.
He stroked the spot in you that made you cry out, his thumb applying pressure to your nub.
“My name is all but hard to pronounce, love,” he teased.
You hissed, rocking against his fingers, his thumb, until the coiling turned sharp and his name erupted passed your lips.
“Like that,” he urged, pumping in you until you were gripping his shoulders so hard you were sure there’d be blood.
You held on until the coil erupted and you clenched hard around his fingers, his lips trailing kisses along your jaw. “You are so lovely when you cum for me, darling,” he whispered, voice low, smoky.
You lay there, heart beating relentlessly, breathing in the smell of him, feeling every inch of your flesh on fire.
When you cooled and Loki’s hands were stroking your thighs, you pressed both hands to his chest and pushed until you turned him over. He went with a huff, grasping at your wrists.
You straddled him, watching him look up at you, eyes wide in wonder. His hands found your hips and you sat comfortably, feeling the length of him hard beneath his joggings.
When your fingers trailed down the hard muscle of his stomach and fiddled with the hem of his pants, his hands flew to your wrists, stopping you. “You mustn’t feel obligated,” he told you, eyes sincere in the dimming darkness. “I am satisfied as it is.”
You nodded, but slid your hips back until your could tug at his joggings, pulling it down his hips until his length sprang fee. He gave a sharp inhale and you lowered yourself, grasping him lightly.
“Oh, princess,” he groaned, hand delicately placed on your chin so you could meet his eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
You smiled, stroking him once, twice, his head lolling back against your pillows. Your belly fluttered at the sight, and you lowered further until you could take the tip between your lips, sucking slightly.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he whispered, hand tangling in your hair, holding it away from your face.
You eased him past your mouth, tasting, humming at the warmth and hardness. His hips bucked up once, unable to restrain himself, and he groaned deep in his chest.
With the hand in your hair, he help you find his rhythm, pushing you down and pulling you up. Your eyes watered with the effort, but the sounds pulling from him all but encouraged you, stoking a fire deep in your belly.
“Fuck,” he whispered when the tip of him hit the back of your throat and you gagged softly. Your lips were beginning to burn, using your hand on the rest of him you couldn’t take further.
He was a lot. A lot of man, and tasting him like so was like a gift.
He hissed sharply, drawing your eyes to him, and when you made eye contact, he bit his lip and his hand clenched. His head lolled back, hips bucking and he stilled you, pushing your head, emptying on your tongue, whispered moans tumbling from his lips.
You gulped him down, feeling your cheeks heat at the idea, but the feel of your swollen lips and your tingling throat all but made you feel... wanted. He lay there, panting, until he chuckled slightly and you shifted off of him.
He reached for you. “Don’t go.” He pulled his joggings back over his hips and turned, bringing your head onto his chest. He kissed you and you reeled. “What?” he asked, voice turning to panic. “Have I hurt you?”
“No!” you said, chuckling. “I just thought that you - um - wouldn’t want to kiss me because, well...” you trailed off.
He waved his hand. “I don’t know who has had you in their bed,” he said, “but men do not fear kissing the woman who has brought them paradise.”
Your cheeks heated and you put your head onto his chest, listening to the erratic sound of his heart.
You fell asleep content, the roil of anxiety quieted for now, with Loki stroking your arm until sleep finally came.
I THINK YOU ALL WILL LOVE WHAT I HAVE PLANNED FOR PART FOURTEEN... damn, i really went all out with this smut, huh. more drama to come yall, but yes, happy ending ;)
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2021 Fanfic Year in Review
thanks @hmsannlett for the tag! :))
Total Completed Works: 11
Word Count: 67,231....... wow holy shit, that’s way more than i was expecting it to be!! though, to be fair, i think a large portion of that was taken up by my silmarillion longfic grieving for the living, as well as my (sadly unfinished) andre turns au, color of blood.
Fandoms I’ve Written in: turn: washington’s spies, the silmarillion, and for the first time, marvel! (mostly loki-related stuff, let’s be real.)
Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?: hmm... i’d say i wrote the amount that i expected, though i was definitely writing more prolifically last winter/spring and tapered off in late summer/fall as i got busier with college and enjoyed a relatively non-pandemicy social life lol. one thing that 2021 taught me is that i’m definitely a one-shot only kinda girl... i struggle too much with plots, pacing, and motivation to maintain a good longfic, but that’s okay because i do love me some short and sweet storytelling!
What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?: honestly, i’m so proud of this marvel one: all the tears i’ve shed, love. loki is a hard character to get right for me despite relating to him so much, but i think i really got his voice right in this one. also, it was the first time that i felt like i successfully pulled off a very different structure than i’m used to, while still sticking to my trademark narrative style (which is heaps of introspective character study held together by a feeble excuse for a plot, if you’re into that haha).
Do You Have Any Fanfic Goals For The New Year?: honestly, my goal is simply to keep writing, to keep having fun with it, and to hopefully keep producing pieces i’m proud of. :)
though, i would like to write something with a proper plot this year. maybe even an AU! *glances awkwardly at my ao3 full of canon-compliant character studies lol*
Most Popular Story Of The Year?: i’m not counting grieving for the living because i wrote most of it in 2020, sooo... by kudos it was all the tears i’ve shed, love! (only 39 kudos... shhh it’s fine i’m a small writer and i write for small fandoms haha)
Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion: i would say all of my turn fics, but that’s because turn itself is woefully underappreciated by the universe haha! so i humbly submit my wanda/vision story brand new sounds in my mind, which, to be fair, i wrote after watching only one (1) marvel movie, but i still quite like lol.
Most Fun Story To Write: swaying as the room burned down was my andre/peggy story for turn week 2021. there’s something about their dynamic and the juxtaposition in this fic that was immensely satisfying to write!
Most Unintentionally Telling Story: i wrote the opening scene of all the tears i’ve shed, love during a really tough anxiety flare when my anxiety was manifesting specifically as hypochondria. looking back on it now..... well uh. i see now why i related so much to kid loki accidentally discovering his jotun heritage and thinking there’s something wrong with his body and that he’s dying.
Biggest Disappointment: that i wasn’t able to finish color of blood, tbh. well, i learned my lesson about starting to publish a longfic before i’m actually finished writing it and haven’t figured out how it ends yet!
Biggest Surprise: probably that i branched out into writing for the mcu! it’s something that i never could’ve envisioned myself successfully being able to write for back in 2020, but i’m so glad that i tried it and will definitely be continuing to do so in 2022!
i’m tagging... hmm let’s see. @thatfeanorian @maironsmaid @sauronnaise @deepfried-shortpeople @moodrose @tallmadgeandtea @wmhowe @elrondsscribe and any other writers who follow me! (feel free to ignore this if you want lol. also i don’t mind if you reblog or make your own, either is good!)
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Phase One: Avengers (Part Two)
Apparently I had so much to comment on this crappy book that I had to break this up into two parts (you can read part one here). No, I have nothing to say for myself. Lol
Let’s continue.
Clint Barton and Loki’s hand-picked strike team were in a stolen Quinjet with a faked S.H.I.E.L.D. call sign, 26-Bravo. That got them close enough that by the time the air-traffic officer on the Helicarrier knew something was wrong, it was already too late.
Whoa whoa whoa. I thought you said Loki didn’t care about the details. I thought you said such things were beneath him. Make up your mind.
With a last heave and twist, she freed herself from the fallen beam and ran. At that moment, the Hulk turned and saw her. She vaulted up a stairway and onto the next level. The Hulk swiped at the stairway and shredded it into scrap metal. Loki had gotten what he wanted. He must have been trying to time it so he could manipulate Bruce into becoming the Hulk right as his soldiers came to attack the Helicarrier. The Hulk would do at least as much damage from the inside as the rogue Quinjet could do from the outside.
Yes. Yes, he did. Lol
Natasha kept running, and the Hulk came right behind her. For a moment, she thought she’d lost him, but then he came at her out of the shadows, roaring. He was like walking rage, a single-minded engine of destruction. She shot a hole in the pipe over his head. Steam shot out of it into the Hulk’s eyes, stopping him for just the moment she needed to get a head start. She ran as fast as she could, but she knew she wasn’t going to stay away from him for long. He came after her, smashing through bulkheads and doorways like they weren’t even there and roaring the whole time.
Mood, though.
Steve got to the edge of the turbine mount about the same time as Tony. “I’m here!” he called out.
“Good,” Tony said, dropping into view and hovering in the Iron Man armor to survey the wreckage. He had the suit on, and Steve could hear his voice through the earbud microphone all S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel wore. At least that channel was still intact; if they lost communications, they’d be done for.
Convenient. Clint would absolutely know this, which means either 1) he's incompetent, 2) he's not as mind-controlled as we think, or 3) Loki allowed/arranged for his own team's semi-failure.Take your pick.
“What’s it look like in there?” Tony asked.
“It seems to run on some form of electricity,” Steve said.
Tony was shoving loose huge pieces of debris that prevented the turbine blades from rotating. “Well, you’re not wrong,” he said.
Steve fumed. He wasn’t here for technical support. But that was all he could do at the moment.
Ironic for Steve to call out Tony for being useless without his suit when Steve is apparently useless at anything other than beating people up. Lol
Tony stood inside the turbine housing, looking at the blades. He’d cleared most of the debris jamming the rotors. “Even if I clear the rotors,” he said, “this thing won’t reengage without a jump. I’m going to have to get in there and push.”
“If that thing gets up to speed, you’ll get shredded,” Steve said.
Hey hey hey now, I thought Tony wasn't the type of guy to sacrifice himself??
The Hulk stomped around the flight deck, roaring. He saw Thor and swung a fist twice the size of Thor’s head. Thor caught it in both hands, straining to hold both the Hulk’s arm and his attention. “We are not your enemies, Banner,” he grunted. “Try to think!”
Now, where have I heard that before...?
In answer, the Hulk punched him through the wall.
Jealous.
Thor got up and watched the Hulk coming after him. Now this was a fight! He held out a hand, waiting for Mjolnir to return to him. Mjolnir smashed through another wall and reached Thor’s hand just as the charging Hulk came within striking distance.
What's a little bloodlust between friends, amirite?
The Hulk caught the hammer, and a fierce grin spread over his face… then he toppled backward and Mjolnir pinned him to the floor of the hangar.
None but I can lift Mjolnir, Thor thought. Not even this giant.
Yes, yes. You're very special, Thor. We're all super impressed, promise.
“You like this?” Coulson asked, meaning the gun. “We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don’t know what it does.” He powered it up, and rings along its barrel glowed bright orange. “Want to find out?”
But Loki wasn’t there in front of him. Thor saw it too late to do anything. That Loki was an illusion… and the real Loki was behind Coulson.
Lokiception.
“You lack conviction,” Coulson said. He did not move from where he sat against the wall. Blood trickled at the corner of his mouth, and the enormous gun lay uselessly across his lap.
Of all the things Coulson might have said, this was perhaps the one Loki expected least. I have moved worlds out of conviction, he thought. Made bargains with beings who snuff out planets as an afterthought. “I don’t think I…”
"bargains"
“Tasha,” he said. “How many agents did I—?”
“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.” Better than maybe anyone on the Helicarrier, Natasha Romanoff knew you couldn’t blame yourself for things you did while you were brainwashed. All you could do was try to heal and get things right the next time.
OH? DO TELL.
“Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction, I’ll give you that one,” Tony said. “But let’s do a head count here. Your brother the demigod, a Super-Soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend, a man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins… and you, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them.”
“That was the plan,” Loki said with a grin.
“Not a great plan,” Tony said.
YOU'RE RIGHT, TONY. IT'S AN OBJECTIVELY TERRIBLE PLAN. NOW ASK YOURSELF WHY HE WOULD DO THAT ON PURPOSE.
“You’re missing the point!” he said, and his tone got sharper. “There’s no throne, there is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us… but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth, you can be sure we’ll avenge it.”
Weeeeeell...
With those last words, he tapped Tony on the chest with his scepter, just has he had Hawkeye and Dr. Selvig. Nothing happened. The Arc Reactor in Tony’s chest countered the scepter’s effect.
Loki tried it again. “This usually works.…”
“Well,” Tony said, “best-laid plans. You know the saying.”
Uncomfortable with mild swear words and dick jokes, I see. Lol
Look at this!” Thor shouted, holding Loki and forcing him to gaze out over the destruction in the city. “You think this madness will end with your rule?”
“It’s too late,” Loki said. Thor thought he was beginning to understand what he had done. “It’s too late to stop it.”
“No,” Thor said. “We can. Together.”
Loki looked him in the eye… and then betrayed Thor again, stabbing him in the side with a knife hidden in his sleeve. Thor dropped to the ground, clutching the wound. “Sentiment,” Loki said mockingly.
OH MY GOD. HE'S MOCKING HIMSELF, YOU ABSOLUTE KNUCKLEHEAD. I swear to god, this author sat down and went, "Hmm. How can I systematically erase any and all complexity this character possesses so he's as generic a villain as possible?"
CASE IN POINT:
On a bridge, Cap huddled behind a destroyed car with the Black Widow and Hawkeye. “Lots of civilians trapped up there,” Hawkeye said, indicating the nearby buildings. A flight of Chitauri went over, and Cap noticed something different about one of them.
“Loki,” he said. He was shooting at the civilians fleeing through the streets. “They’re fish in a barrel down there.”
It can be admittedly hard to tell because most shots of the Chitauri vehicles firing on people are from too far away to tell who's piloting... but I checked the clips from the Battle of NY and the only person Loki can definitively be seen firing at is Natasha. On another Chitauri whatever-you-call-them. Not even aiming for the street.
Thor was still watching the Chitauri zipping overhead. “I have unfinished business with Loki.”
“Yeah?” Hawkeye said. “Get in line.”
“Save it,” Steve said. “Loki’s going to keep this fight focused on us, and that’s what we need. Otherwise those things could run wild. We’ve got Stark up on top—”
Almost as if... according to plan...
Look, I have historically not bought into the full "Loki formed the Avengers so he could lose on purpose" theory because I feel that it contradicts the canon explanation that he was being influenced by the sceptre. But... you'd have to be an absolute moron to think he wasn't sabotaging himself, whether accidentally or on purpose. I suppose one could argue that just because it was amplifying his negative emotions, that doesn't necessarily mean it prevented him from working against his "allies". But if it wasn't affecting his actions at all, I don't know why they'd bother to confirm the theory as canon.
Also, like... according to this book, Loki is somehow targeting civilians and not targeting civilians at the same time ?? lmao
“Dr. Banner,” Steve said. “Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.”
Bruce was already walking toward the Leviathan. “That’s my secret, Captain,” he said over his shoulder. “I’m always angry.”
Same, tbh.
Thor reached the top of the Empire State Building and lifted Mjolnir. Storm clouds gathered and lightning struck down, hundreds of bolts reaching for Mjolnir. Thor turned the Empire State Building’s iconic spire into a lightning rod, gathering the force of the elements into it. Then he thrust Mjolnir in the direction of the portal. All the energy he had built up blazed out in a single forking bolt. It struck and destroyed every single Chitauri between the Empire State Building and the portal itself. Hundreds of them exploded and tumbled from the sky at once, including several of the Leviathans that tumbled down to smash into buildings below.
...so why didn't Thor just keep doing this for the rest of the battle? Too draining, or not exciting enough? Lol
Satisfied, Thor nodded and glanced over at the Hulk. Perhaps the scales were evened from their last fight against each other on the Helicarrier—
The Hulk shot out his left fist and smashed Thor all the way across the block-long gallery. Then it was his turn to look satisfied.
Jealous. Again.
Maybe that was just Loki, but Steve was starting to feel like the Chitauri were going to absorb every punch the Avengers could throw. They had to close that portal, or nothing was going to stop the invasion.
Well then. It sure is fortunate that Loki allowed Selvig to install a failsafe, huh?
Fury stood and listened to the World Security Council explain that they had decided to take the operation out of his hands. They were going to use a nuclear missile to destroy the Tesseract and close the portal—but at the cost of untold civilian lives. Fury protested as strongly as he could and one of the councilors cut him off. “Director Fury. The Council has made a decision.”
These crazy motherfuckers would have killed so many more people than Loki it's not even funny.
...and tbh, it probably wouldn't even have destroyed the Tesseract, so they would have killed them for literally no reason too.
The Hulk paused, confused.
“You are, all of you, beneath me!” Loki raged.
Not yet, sir, but I would very much like to be. 😏
She knelt next to him and said, “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know what you were doing.”
Selvig digested this for a moment and then said, “Actually I think I did. I built in a safety to cut the power source.”
Of note and as alluded to previously:
1) The mind control over Barton and Selvig was not absolute either; therefore, if they are not responsible for their actions over the course of this movie, Loki is not responsible for his either.
2) If The Other could hear everything Loki was up to, it's very likely that Loki could hear everything Barton and Selvig were up to as well. Meaning that, at a minimum, he knew about the failsafe and did nothing about it.
The missile had a lot of momentum built up, and Tony’s Mark 7 suit was not operating at full capacity after the amount of energy he’d expended in the battle already. It was no easy task to get the missile angled up sharply enough to clear the tallest buildings in Midtown—especially Stark Tower. That was where the missile seemed to want to go. So, Tony thought, the World Security Council is jealous of me, too.
Look, I get that he's mostly just being witty, but seriously... this dude is out here accusing Loki of being an egomaniac? Lol
He got underneath the missile and angled it upward, straining against its stabilizers, which tried to keep it on course. But slowly he forced it up, and once he got its warhead pointed at an angle, pushing it into a steeper climb got easier. A little.
Steve Rogers’s voice broke his concentration. “Stark, you know that’s a one-way trip?”
So... you're admitting you were wrong, then? 🙃
The Avengers looked up. On the roof of Stark Tower, Natasha said, “Come on, Stark.”
They saw the explosion through the portal, brilliant as a new sun. There was no way Tony could have survived that.
I was wrong about him, Steve thought. When the time came, he did make the sacrificial play.
Thanks, Steve. That's really all I wanted.
Loki had just gotten himself put back together enough to get out of the hole in the floor. Painfully he dragged himself toward the door. Never had a mortal damaged him as much as that green monster. He would be healing for a long time.
He's literally in better shape now than when he came through the portal. And the author made zero mention of his health there.
But heal he would, and then he would have his revenge. Even though the portal had collapsed and he had lost the Tesseract. Even though his Chitauri army was destroyed. Loki would show the so-called Avengers they never should have opposed him.
Raise your hand if you watched Avengers and thought Loki was thinking about revenge right after getting Hulk-smashed. Why aren't any of you raising your hands??
Seriously, there are two emotions I felt from Loki at the end of Avengers Assemble: relief and anxiety. I have no idea why Alex Irvine is so intent on turning him into a boring, one-dimensional villain, but it made this book absolutely insufferable to read.
Anyway, that's it! I hope you all found this as entertaining and cathartic as I did. Lol
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Loki in Thor
So I decided to watch Thor's MCU movies (again), this time paying special attention to Loki's POV, and oh boy! You know, I've always had a problem with Thor (2011), aka Loki's First Existential Meltdown, but this time it was too obvious and painful to watch (especially with access to all deleted scenes).
Spoiler ahead (but you know... from the 2011 Thor movie)
Let's take just a second to acknowledge that after he's told he was adopted, Frigga is the only one who validates him. She goes >>You are my son, and I love you. Here is Asgard, it's yours until Father awakes, my King<< he was so confused at the moment, and he didn't even want to take the scepter! A very important piece in Loki's journey, so what the studio decided to do? They deleted it! They justify everyone's (mostly the Warriors Three and Lady Sif) suspicion about him being evil. Well, he's not!
Honestly, Thors' friends are a little dense. Even without the deleted scene, let's recap the events: The King is indisposed (Odin is having his beauty sleep), the firstborn unavailable (Thor's has been exiled), and the apparent Regent unwilling (Frigga is worried for Odin and wanted to stay at his side), but somehow making the second born, Loki, the acting ruler is so treacherous. He must have surely stolen the throne! (note the sarcasm here)
Ok, I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt because he didn't want to undo Odin's last order (although it's not like they need Thor back. Asgard was not in imminent danger or something. Basically, they are just unhappy that their best friend can not go out to play because he was grounded). But - insert frustration mannerisms here - Seriously? What did they expect? It's not like Odin is dead. He is going to wake up, and when he does, who will be the one in trouble because Thor is back? Ding! Ding! Ding! Exactly! Loki.
Not to mention the emotional turmoil in which Loki is at that point. He's not Odin's son, plus he's telling himself he is unworthy, a monster, a relic waiting to be used. He wants to prove him wrong, that he is worthy. He even goes to Earth and tries to lift Mjölnir, but he can't, and again he is reinforced with the idea that he is unworthy.
Now that we're are on Earth, let’s talk about why did he tell Thor that Odin is dead because of him? Surely he is evil, isn't he? Well, not really. I admit that telling Thor that was mean, but I think he is merely projecting his own feelings. Remember, Odin fell asleep meanwhile he was arguing with Loki. It's Loki's fault Odin is vulnerable, he feels guilty, but at the same time, Loki hasn't had the opportunity to overcome his existential crisis when talking to his father, and Thor is the only one who is available to work it out.
What about Frigga? You may ask. Frigga already validated him. She loves him, and he loves her. There is not more unfinished business with her. On the other hand, he has a lot of issues with Thor.
Sibling rivalry is normal, even Disney's perfect duo (Elsa and Anna) has some of it. Do you remember Anna's song about being like a little extra button? Probably not, because it's an outtake song - insert frustration mannerisms here - but look at it, and you'll know what I'm talking about. (More Than Just the Spare is the title). The point is that all the unspoken brother rivalry has multiplied it with the revelation of his true nature. Every single favor Odin had with Thor over him, no matter how minimal, now it's an open raw wound. He's envious more than ever.
Funny thing. Loki is the most sincere in this movie. In the deleted scene before the coronation, he said to Thor that sometimes he is envious, but never doubt he loves him (why delete it! it was only 3 minutes long! and the brotherly banter was great). He said to Thor in the final battle that he never wanted the throne, that's clear as crystal in the deleted scene when he is made King (again! why deleted such important 4 minutes!), and it's proved it again when he told Laufey he only showed them the way into Asgard to protect it from Thor's idiotic rule for a while longer. Please pay attention to the "a while longer" it means he has accepted Thor would be the king, he was at peace with that (even when Odin has told them both were born to be king), but he knew his brother was not ready, so he put that stunt with the Frost Giants in motion to prove himself right (he never intended to put Asgard at risk, he knew, as Odin said, it was the act of a few doomed to fail, he only wanted to ruin Coronation Day). He is sincere and confesses to his brother's friends he is the one who told the guard to go for dear daddy to stop them (which backfires because now Hogun and Sif think of him as a traitor. Just because he did the right thing to do! Even when all of them knew that going to Jötunheimr was a bad idea).
The sad thing is that Thor doesn't even know what is happening. He's on Earth having his Hero Journey until his friends find him (and gave him their version of the facts) and now his little brother suddenly turned vicious, and he doesn't know why.
Now, I want to rant about Heimdall. I understand the Warrior Three dislike for Loki (he is Thor's annoying little brother who always tags along, most likely to be the snitch, and who to Asgardian standards is not a skilled warrior because he prefers to use magic and tricks instead of brute force). However, Heimdall is supposed to be this wise man, yet he treats Loki, a Prince (don't forget about it), with disdain and disrespect. He has watched all of Loki's life. He's watched him grow. He knows he is a mischief kid, probably a little spoiled. (who would blame him? If someone messed with him, here comes big brother Thor at the rescue. If the thing turned serious, he is the second born of All-Father Odin. I would like to see somebody fight that. And hell sure, he's mommy's little boy, so he probably got away with a lot of things. Actually, that's probably what made him the Good of Mischief. Ok, I'm rambling now, back to the main issue) Heimdall knows he is clever, and honestly probably more apt for political affairs than Thor at this point, but when Loki is named king, he seems unable to show a little bit of loyalty. He's blind because Loki bypassed his all-mighty sight. Yikes! Chill out!, now he knows how everyone else feels.
Finally, the last blow. Loki said to Odin (and still refers to him as Father - I'm not crying, I'm not crying) that he could have succeeded. Wipe out all the Frost Giant, he could have eliminated all trace of his monstrous side. He said "for you" as in for you to be my only father, for you to accept me as your son, and not a relic to trade with, and what Odin said? No. (I'm well aware Odin said "No" more in like >>that's no the way, you're my son no matter what<<, and not like >>I don't accept you<< ) Loki is in a lot of emotional distress here, and he is hanging off the Bifrost's cliff, he feels rejected, he feels unworthy, so he let himself go. He drops loose from his father's scepter lets himself consume in the void of space.
And the hope of surviving wasn't on his face.
#marvel#loki meta#loki#thor#loki series#post: mine#// PS I don't include the genocide attempt on the Frost Giants as a villainous act because later on we learned in Thor Ragnarok from Hella#that Odin's morning tea was made just of that.
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Hi! I’m a big fan of your work!! I am looking for more but unfortunately I feel like I have read all yhe good Harry Potter docs on Ao3. Do you have any recs?
Sorry for the delay, I just know that whenever I make rec list it usually ends up taking a while.
With that, Harry Potter fics are a big genre. Just saying Harry Potter in general really isn’t that specific to me so this is across genres/character focuses/you name it.
Also, as usual, I’ve been on fanfiction longer and have amassed more favorites there. Some of these are cross posted to Ao3. Similarly, a lot are unfinished, this personally doesn’t bother me but if it bothers you take heed.
Also, you’ll see my embarrassing obsession with Tom Riddle. So, heads up for that.
Stepbrother (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, period piece, in which the two remind me a lot of Nabokov)
Cat Among the Pigeons (Tom Riddle/Lily Evans, Psycho-Pass Detective AU, in which I am a beta actually so my promoting this goes without saying)
Til Death Do Us Part (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Voldemort wins AU, which for me does very well with the concept of immortality and what exactly Tom is supposed to do after he wins)
This Tangle of Thorns (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, modern AH AU, a full on Nabokov inspired fic which I enjoy because Lolita)
Delusional (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, sort of. Harry wins the war, goes crazy, checks into a mental hospital. Or he’s not crazy and Voldemort is as unkillable as Palpatine.)
Harry Potter and the Natural 20 (OC insert, D&D inspired, shameless crack. I mostly enjoy the beginning of this but it makes me laugh enough to recommend.)
A Hairy Business (AU, Harry is a deer, he is literally a deer, that’s it. It’s funny.)
Animus, Anima (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry travels back in time, gets stuck in Tom Riddle’s brain, and it turns out Harry’s responsible for every terrible thing that ever happened. This one was squicky even for me, very well done, but strap in.)
Addendum, He is Also a Liar (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, Tom has an inexplicable ability to travel to the future, but only to this random little girl Hermione Granger)
Framed & Fractured (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry gets stuck in an evil painting back in time. Tom is creepy as usual.)
Trying for Eden (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry travels back in time to lecture Tom into morality. It doesn’t work.)
Magical Mirrors (Luna Lovegood and Severus Snape, Luna and Snape stumble on the Mirror of Erised at the same time and strike up a conversation)
Aphelion (Hermione Granger/Loki, MCU crossover, Hermione and Loki strike up the world’s weirdest toxic friendship when Hermione’s young and attending Hogwarts, this leads terrible places as Loki slides into madness and despair)
Wandering Souls (Luna Lovegood and The Undertaker, Black Butler crossover, Luna meets and strikes up a conversation with the Undertaker)
Of Lies Most Beautiful (Tom Riddle, Hunger Games crossover, Tom wins the Hunger Games becaues that’s what he does bitch)
In Wonderland (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry ends up back in the past and decides to raise Tom Riddle. This goes so poorly that the pair almost get eaten by eldritch gods multiple times.)
Rumpelstiltskin, Guess My Name (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Female Harry travels back in time and offers to save Merope’s life/get her Tom Riddle Sr. the non rapey way in return for her firstborn son. Merope thought Harry was joking. She wasn’t joking. In the sequel, also linked, Harry kills Morfin.)
The Eyes (Harry Potter, AU, turns out “the power he knows not” is the power humanity knows not, Harry’s ability to see eldritch abominations and cosmic gods and thus bring them far enough into our reality that they eat everything. And I mean everything.)
Mirror Mirror (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Harry makes a huge mistake and stops Hulk in the middle of a rampage. This gets him abducted by octopus nazis.)
I See the Moon (Harry Potter and Bruce Banner, MCU crossover, Harry got brain damage from the war and wanders around the middle of nowhere. He runs into Bruce. He’s now Bruce’s only friend.)
You Will Be the Death of Me (Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Despicable Me inspired, through a series of convoluted events Tom as the world’s worst father figure ends up raising Harry the sad adorable orphan.)
In Death, Standby (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter (sort of, the authro claims), Tom raises Harry, the only Tom raises Harry that I’ve seen done well because Tom is the world’s worst father. Harry thinks he’s a deformed snake until the age of three.)
Little Harry’s Mirkwood Adventure (Harry Potter and Dudley Dursley, Hobbit Crossover, one of the most Tolkien style crossovers I’ve actually seen and is very good)
A (Self-Imposed) Trap for a Fool (Ginny Weasley, turns out Harry Potter never existed, as in he’s a collective hallucination made up by the entire wizarding world)
McLaggen and From McLaggen with Love (McLaggen, a detective AU then a James Bond style adventure starring McLaggen, the greatest wizard who ever wizarded)
Tom Riddle’s Diary: on keeping devils in the summer (Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle’s antichrist orphan adventures involving exorcism and burning people alive)
and the fates sing (hold on, son) (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Harry is the son of Loki and like all children of Loki he is a wretched and cursed thing)
A Faulty Master (Harry Potter and Itachi Uchiha, Naruto crossover, Itachi after the massacre of his family has a run in with a master of death Harry, who is a creepy creepy man)
Eye of Reason (Harry Potter/Jack Frost, Rise of the Guardians crossover, due to the mythos surrounding his life Harry ceases to be a man and becomes akin to a god)
Flowers for a Ghost (Luna Lovegood and Itachi Uchiha, Naruto Crossover, Luna befriends a blind ghost)
Third Time’s the Charm (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Bruce Banner keeps trying to kill himself and MoD Harry is there to have himself a real good day)
Blind Faith (Bellatrix LeStrange/Tom Riddle, canon compliant, an in depth look at Bellatrix from the escape of Azkaban onward)
Cocktail Time (Rita Skeeter and Gilderoy Lockhart, Rita does an expose and autobiography detailing the descent of Gilderoy Lockhart and how he became what he became)
Fantastic Elves and Where to Find Them (Harry Potter, canon divergent AU, Harry thinks he’s an elf. That’s it.)
The Twine Bracelet (Colin Creevy, a look at Colin’s death)
Legal Alien (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Harry visits New York and an alien invasion breaks out. Culminates with the best, dumb, joke.)
The Root of Desire (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, Hermione travels back in time and tries to influence Tom. All this does is inspire his sexual awakening.)
Deadheads (Harry Potter/Godric Gryffindor, a romantic comedy of a kind, culminating in the best dumbest joke)
Give and Take (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, Hermione tries to outwit Tom, it ends in despair)
The Road to Somewhere (Harry Potter, Spirited Away crossover, Harry as MoD is in the realm of the spirits)
Absolute (Harry Potter, Harry picks up a death note, he kills everyone)
Fortunate Son (Dudley Dursleys, years afterwards Dudley looks back and writes a memoir and expose about the abuse inflicted on his cousin)
Elective Affinities (Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Harry travels back in time to discover his parents are assholes and things are more complicated than he imagined)
Juxtaposed (Bod, Graveyard Book crossover, Bod attends Hogwarts)
The Fire Omens (Tom Riddle and a look at WWII)
Broken Toys (Tom Riddle and his useless broken toys)
The Fine Art of Poisoning (Madame Zabini)
A Marriage of Convenience (Pansy and Theo get married)
Reparabilis (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom becomes a professor, he still destroys Harry Potter)
The Unforgivable Curses (Draco Malfoy, a look at the 4th year unforgivable lecture with Moody and the Slytherins)
Ugly (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy one sided Dudley/Harry Potter, Dudley’s fat, ugly, and creeps on his cousin)
Three Can Keep a Secret (Harry Potter, on secrets and secret keeping)
Caveat Incimici (Hermione Granger, on Hermione and her terrifying wrath)
Babylon (Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Harry never gets rid of Tom)
Wonderful Tragic Mysterious (Luna Lovegood and Albus Dumbledore, Luna Lovegood time travels and becomes a young Albus’ neighbor)
In the Clockface, Weighted and Weary (Harry Potter/Ariana Dumbledore, Harry after DH ends up back in time in Dumbledore’s childhood and witnesses the beautiful Dumbledore family dysfunction)
Eternal Return (Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Harry is reincarnated as Tom Riddle and as a result becomes Voldemort so that a Voldemort exists)
Like Pale Fire (Harry Potter/Godric Gryffindor, the Founders are resurrected and it turns out Harry had travelled to the past and become Salazar Slytherin, turns out the Founders were more complicated than people expected.)
12 Moves Sideways (Harry Potter and Light Yagami, Death Note crossover, Light becomes the Defense Professor, for once Harry does not figure out the mystery.)
A Very Young Girl’s Record of Her Own Impressions (Ariana Dumbledore’s diary)
Night Comes Early (Moody on war)
Little Witches (The Black family women and how it all falls apart)
Paved with Good Intentions (Petunia on finding a baby on her doorstep)
Emerald Serpent for Vanity (Draco and Nagini introspective)
Blue (Tom Riddle/Bellatrix LeStrange, Voldemort wins dystopia, Tom visits Bellatrix’s grave and is very crazy)
Eighteen (Hermione Granger, on Hermione’s betrayal of her parents)
Ouroboros (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, on what they’ve made of each other)
Not so Different (Scout, To Kill a Mockingbird Crossover, Scout reflects on the wizarding world’s raicsm)
Traitor (Hermione Granger, Hermione is captured by the Death Eaters and commits unspeakable acts to free herself)
Smashing Mirrors (Tom Riddle, introspective)
Twelve Dark Moons (Luna Lovegood/Tom Riddle, Luna becomes a captive of the dark lord)
Full Circle (Harry Potter, Harry wins and is miserable)
The Web of a Thousand Spiders (Luna Lovegood on the diary)
The Metronome (The fall of Lucius’ entire generation)
Understand (Hermione Granger and her betrayal of her parents)
Tea with the Headmaster (Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore, the pair have tea)
This Grief Feeling (Hermione Granger and Severus Snape after the end)
After Innocence (The trio after the end)
Of Great Turmoil and Excess Stupidity (Sesshomaru and Hagrid, Inuyasha crossover, Hagrid decides to capture a demon for class)
What’s Left of Hope (Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore, on preserving hope)
In His Keep (Severus Snape and Luna Lovegood, Snape informs Luna her father has died)
Wednesday (Petunia Evans, introspective)
In the Presence of Angels (Moody in WWII)
What He Grows to Be (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry Potter raises Tom Riddle in the past and it goes horribly wrong)
Being Cassandra (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Tom, and their strange AU friendship)
The Girl (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, a fem Harry Potter keeps accidentally appearing in Tom’s childhood)
Corruption (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom wins AU and female Harry slowly becomes corrupted)
One Night Stand (Tom Riddle/Lily Evans, a wonderful look on the first war, Tom Riddle, Lily Evans, the Order of the Phoenix, and terrorism)
The Voldemort Principle (Severus Snape, turns out Snape was Voldemort the whole time and Harry is a lying liar who lies)
Harry Potter and the mountain of pure diamond (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry has become an ageless god who travels worlds and decides to raise Tom Riddle. He’s disturbed when he realizes Tom is more of a person than he is)
A Road Less Travelled By (Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy, Harry’s a veela, just read it, it’s amazing, I know I sound crazy but it is)
Transformation (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Draco gets eaten by the Forbidden Forest and then Harry gets eaten too)
Rock Bottom (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom gets trapped being defense professor and has a miserable time)
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A Midgardian Christmas | Loki x Reader | Christmas Eve and Christmas Day
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Summary: Christmas time is here and you are so excited! Loki does not share your enthusiasm. With the help of Peter Parker, the two of you decided to help Loki feel the true joy of Christmas. And perhaps a bit of romance as well.
Warnings: fluff
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Christmas Eve
You couldn’t believe that Christmas Eve was finally here. The holiday season had flown by and you couldn’t even remember where the time had gone. After much consideration, you had finally settled on a gift for Loki. Peter and you had gone ice skating down in Central Park. You had fallen more than skating which had bruised more than just your ego. But it had been great fun just the same.
Tony decided to have a Christmas party in the Tower on Christmas Eve. Pepper had gone all out with the decorations and the rooms looked like a winter Christmas wonderland. Dress code was formal and you had enlisted Natasha to help you pick out the perfect dress for the occasion.
You spent the first part of the evening glancing around the room looking for the God of Mischief. He was nowhere to be found. You even had inquired with Thor as to his whereabouts.
“Not to worry. I am sure my brother will be here at any moment. As you know, he likes to make an entrance.”
Thor patted you on your shoulder. Though you had never admitted to him, he knew exactly how you felt about his brother. The attention you had paid to him this holiday season had made it abundantly clear you were smitten.
As if on cue, you heard the elevator ding and the doors open and Loki emerged. He was dashing as always.
While most men had opted for a classic tuxedo, Loki upped the ante. His tux was impeccably cut, showing up his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His lapels were black velvet and his cuff links were emerald. His shoes shone like a mirror.
You could feel him make eye contact with you as you looked at the floor in embarrassment and rushed off to the bar. Loki seemed startled your abrupt exit so he followed you.
“Is everything alright?” he inquired.
You swallowed your drink in one gulp, burning down your throat.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you choked out, trying to sound normal, “why do you ask?”
You looked up at the Asgardian with eyes pleading to drop the issue. Loki seemed to pick up the hint.
“Well I was just thinking a lovely dress like yours shouldn’t be hidden away.”
“Well you are not looking so bad yourself.”
“Shall we?”
Loki offered his arm. With slight trepidation you took it and he led you to the makeshift dance floor. Tony had opted for a like a swing band. you secretly think it was a ploy to get Steve to dance. But regardless, it added a sense of elegance and glamour to the party.
Loki spun you once, with your mermaid skirt twirling around your legs and then pulled you in close. His hand felt cool on your bare back and you shivered slightly.
“Chilled?”
“No, I’m fine.”
You settled in a bit closer and placed your head on his chest. He adjusted his hands to account for your position and you both began to sway to the slow melody.
You could definitely get used to this.
You closed your eyes and secretly wished for the moment to never end.
Loki took several deep breaths and tried with all his will to slow his heartbeat.
She can’t know how much I am enjoying this.
Your body felt warm and welcoming against his. With your head on his chest, he could smell the hint of your shampoo and perfume. He wanted to continue to breathe in the heady scent but was afraid of drawing attention to himself.
The two of you continued to sway to the music. You were completely oblivious to anything else other than your dance partner. Had you scanned around the room, you would have seen Tony and Thor elbowing each other and gesturing at the two of you. Clearly Loki and you were not as discrete with your feelings as you thought you were.
The song came to an end and you push back slightly so you could look Loki in the eyes. The green eyes seemed to be twinkling. You smiled.
“Thanks for the dance.”
“My pleasure,” he responded.
He continued to stare in your eyes. The intensity was overwhelming and you broke eye contact to stare at the floor, which suddenly became the most interesting thing in the room. You fiddled with your fingers and you felt long fingers slide under your chin. Loki swiftly pulled your chin up and tilted it towards his face. You closed your eyes and raised up on your toes to reach the tall God’s face. You were preparing yourself for the kiss you had been waiting for since you had laid eyes on the god.
“Hey, Mr. Loki, mind if I have this next dance?” Peter interjected, once again ruining a moment.
“Sure, Master Parker.”
Loki spun you out and extended his arm, before presenting you to Peter.
“Oh Master Parker,” Loki spun on his heel to address the young man, “I hope you enjoy you Christmas presents.”
“Thanks Mr. Loki!”
Loki walked again and grinned to himself.
Peter clumsily wrapped his arm around your waist and you grabbed his other hand to place it on your shoulder. This song was more upbeat than the last, thankfully.
After a few awkward moments and at least once stepped-on toe, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“Hey Underoos, why not let a man show you how it done?”
You had never been so grateful for Tony Stark than in that moment.
Tony expertly weaved you around the floor.
“Thanks, Tony. Or my precisely, my feet thank you.”
Tony smiled.
“Anytime. Sorry I didn’t get to the kid sooner. Looks like you and Reindeer Games were getting along quite well.”
You could feel the blood rushing to your face.
“You saw that!?”
“I think everyone in New York saw that. Except for maybe the two of you.”
“Thanks for pointing that out. I am not sure he is that interested in me.”
Tony pushed you back from him and wore a look of shock.”
“Are you serious? I have never seen a man or god more smitten. You know he asked everyone in the Tower what to get you for Christmas. Even Clint and Natasha.”
It was your turn to shock.
“Clint? I had no idea.”
“Oh you believe it or I can show you the security footage of him trying to work up the courage to knock on the door for 30 minutes.”
Your mouth dropped open.
“Actually, strike that. I use it for the year in review meeting in January.”
With that thought, Tony turned to make some calls. You scanned the room for Loki but you could not spot his raven hair anywhere. You went to the bar but he was not there either.
Dejected, you went to go back to the party and sulk when one more place came to your mind. You headed straight to the elevator. It seemed to take ages for the doors to ding. You stepped in and punched in the number.
After much time, the doors opened up to the residence floor. The entire floor was dark except for the lighting Peter and you had painstakingly hung earlier. You could see a tall brooding figure standing by the tree, holding a small package.
“Loki?” you questioned.
He turned to face you and then swiftly crossed the room to meet you.
“I would have thought you would have continued to enjoy the party.”
You could see his shoulders slump in disappointment.
You started to twirl an errant piece of hair.
“Well…it just wasn’t the same without you. I mean your brother offered to keep me company…”
Loki’s eyes flashed in jealousy.
“That oaf would not know how to show a lady a good time if it bit him on the nose.”
You chuckled feeling at bit emboldened. You reached over and grabbed his lapels to pull him towards you facing each other.
“Besides, I believe you and I have unfinished business.”
You smirked at Loki as his face wore an expression of confusion.
“I am not entirely sure what you mean.”
“Well first of all, we are standing under the mistletoe.”
You gestured up towards the arch. Loki looked up and then looked back you. With a glint of recognition, he smiled and stepped even closer, subtracting whatever distance was left between the two of you.
You placed both hands around the back of his neck and pulled up onto your toes. Loki leaned down and finally pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss was warm and electrifying all at once. You pull Loki deeper into the kiss and sigh softly. Loki took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. His kiss was eager and hungry. The two of you finally parted, both of you breathing heavy.
“Yes, that unfinished business,” Loki said, breaking the silence, “And for once with no interruptions from pesky teenagers.”
You laughed out loud.
“Yeah, Peter did have the worst timing ever.”
You noticed he was still gripping a small present. The bow now flattened and paper wrinkled. You gestured towards that.
“What’s that?”
Loki suddenly blushed.
“Well, it is your Christmas present, darling.”
You smile at the term of endearment.
“Can I open it now or do I have wait until tomorrow?”
You secretly hoped he wouldn’t make you wait. Then you would have the perfect excuse to give him his present early.
“If you want, you may open it now.”
He awkwardly handed you the small box.
You tore off the paper and bow and lifted the lid of the small white box. Inside was a small blue velvet box. It was jewelry box. You swallowed hard as you lifted the lid. Inside was a delicate silver necklace, hanging from it was an ice blue gemstone cut into the shape of heart. Your eyes started well up with tears.
Loki cleared his throat.
“Most of the team suggested jewelry. Particularly Stark. It was Mr. Barton who suggested a symbol of significance.”
“And what is the significance of the heart?”
You weren’t letting him off easy.
“Well,..ehehehe…simply put that my cold Frost Giant heart is yours.”
You blinked and felt tears trail down your cheeks. You felt Loki’s fingers wipe away the streams of tears.
“I am sorry I have upset you. I should go.”
You grabbed Loki’s arm as he turned to leave and pulled him into a short but tender kiss.
“Do I look upset?” you questioned as you parted from him.
“Well the kiss says no, but your tears indicate sadness.”
“You ridiculous god. They are tears of happiness.”
You went to the tree and rummaged around until you found a small bag.
“Here you idiot. Open your present.”
Loki seemed shocked as you thrust the bag into his hands. The Asgardian pulled the tissue paper and turned the bag upside down; a small box landed in his outstretched hand.
He shook the box and heard a dull rattle. You rolled your eyes at the show.
“Just open it.”
Loki lifted the lid and saw an ordinary key with a ribbon tied around a key chain.
“What is this?”
“A key to my room,” you stated.
“Why?”
Loki clearly was not catching the hint.
“So you can come and go as you please without drawing too much attention. Plus, you know that thing about symbols. Well this is a symbol of you holding the key to my heart.”
You stared back at Loki as he looked between the key and you. Then a devilish grin came across his pale face. He grabbed your wrist and started dragging you away.
“Where are we going?”
Loki looked back and grinned.
“I figured I would put my present to immediate use.”
You started laughing as Loki led you down the hallway to your door. He put his key in the door and unlocked it. He pushed the door open and then heaved you over his shoulder to carry you into the room before shutting your front door with his foot.
Christmas Day
The next morning, you were awaken at an ungodly hour by an insistent knock on your door. You shuffled your way out from under Loki’s arm and trudged yourself to the door. It was Peter.
“It’s Christmas! I am waking everyone up for presents and hot chocolate. Have you seen Mr. Loki? He didn’t answer his door. Not even his usual grunt.”
You shuffled your feet to close the gap between the door and the wall just in case a certain god decided to walk out of the bedroom.
“You know what, Peter. I will go and try. Maybe he didn’t hear you.”
Peter smiled and gave a quick thanks and he took off down the hallway towards his next victim.
You quickly shut the door and went to roust Loki. You dug through your drawers and found some baggy pajama pants Loki could fit in. You went over to his edge of the bed and began to shake Loki.
“Loki, you need to wake up and get dressed.”
With quick reflexes, Loki grabbed you by wrist and pulled you into a deep kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue. You moaned as he attempted to pull you on top of him.
“I think…” he growled as he toyed with the straps of your top, “you need to come back to bed.”
You resisted but not too hard.
“I can but we will miss Peter and everyone else opening their presents,” you purred back, nibbling on his neck, “not to mention the rumors that would certainly circulate due to our absence.”
At the mention of Peter and presents, Loki sat up in bed.
“Mr. Parker is going to be opening present. Oh, darling we can’t miss that.”
And with that he was already pulling on the pants and attempting to tame his hair.
“I didn’t realize you were particularly interested in that.”
Loki shot you a devilish grin.
“Oh I am very interested in Mr. Parker’s present.”
“Loki what did you do?”
But Loki was more interested in getting you out the door than answering your questions. By the time the two of you got to the main area, everyone else had gathered around the tree. Everyone except Peter wore expressions of varying degrees of sleep and annoyance. Peter had apparently ruined everyone’s morning.
Tony and Peter took turns passing out the presents. Everyone’s presents seem pretty standard. Except Peter’s.
“Wow, thanks…Mr. Stark. I always wanted a giant pink fully unicorn and rainbow glitter pens.”
Peter was clearly disappointed but Tony was proud.
“I just used your list. I thought some of things were a bit unusual but I never quite understand what you kids are into these days.”
You realized Loki must have switched the lists. A glance over to the beaming god confirmed your suspicions. While you felt bad for Peter, you weren’t going to rat out Loki. You would get something nice for Peter in after Christmas sales as an apology, so to speak.
As you turned to grab a cup of hot chocolate, you felt a heavy arm slam down on your shoulder.
“Where did the two of you go last night?” Thor inquired, his arm tightly wrapped around you and Loki.
“Umm….” you started to explain until Loki interrupted.
“We decided to exchange presents earlier,” Loki offered.
Thor then noticed the necklace around your neck. He clapped Loki hard on the shoulder.
“Excellent work, brother! A lovely token of sentiment. And what did you get my mischievous brother?”
You looked over to Loki to see eyes pleading to not tell the truth. You were interrupted by Steve.
“Hey, why is Loki wearing your pajama pants?”
You were certain the two of you had been caught when Loki saved you.
“These are my Christmas present. She had seen me admiring them and bought me my own pair.”
You breathed a sigh of relief as the two men walked away, seemingly believing the story.
“You owe me a pair of pants,” you whispered.
“Oh, I can think of something much more inappropriate for you to wear to bed,” Loki growled into your ear.
You smiled and thought about all the nights and days ahead. Merry Christmas indeed.
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Hello everyone, I hope you’re doing well in these difficult times. It’s been quite a while since I posted on ao3 and how I wish it wasn’t so. I’ve been so busy the past year with school, trying to graduate and I finally did it earlier in june. However, It was also the end of a very secure stage of my life and maybe that’s to be mourned. We’re always so busy trying to get out of school that we forget to appreciate the comfort of it.
With graduating, I lost the financial aid we’re given for being in school and I’m currently unemployed and looking for employment, however it’s proving very difficult. My plan was going straight to Uni, but due to personal reasons I was late and rushed my applications for certain programs...and it looks like I’ll be waiting until the other ones I want to apply to open in spring/fall of 2022.
Therefore I’ve after hard thought come to the decision that I will be opening for commissions. I never really thought of monetizing my writing/fanfics before, because it’s something I want to share with the world, something organic. However, the circumstances call for it. I’m living at home and while unemployed, I still want to help out where I can because I don’t want to be a financial burden upon my family. So, writing can be something I can occupy my time with during my search for work, while being able to earn a little coin. And, if you so choose, you can have something personalised and of your vision gifted to you in return.
The writing can range from fanfiction, extra chapters to things I haven’t finished on here, to original short-stories (spontaneous or with prompts/visions of your own), poetry or anything, really. It could be a birthday poem for a friend, etc. I hold the right to decline if it’s something I feel uncomfortable with or if it isn’t my area of expertise, but that’ll probably only be in extreme cases. I aim to provide you all with quality, your contentment is the goal. The platform used will most likely be Patreon (and you can cancel your subscription right after payment). The piece of writing can be sent privately, be gifted on a03-- anything you want, really.
If your interest is piqued and you can message me here with questions, thoughts and concerns. I also want to say that I do not want you to spend money on a commission if you are struggling financially and/or cannot afford it. I’d feel horrible for accepting money like that— I wouldn’t. I only want you to do this if you want to, have money to spare and feel good about it.
Down below are estimates of prices for certain pieces of writing. This can always be discussed and adjusted in private correspondence. These are not set in stone and are just taken from the top of my head when trying to find a middle between the minimum wages in the United States, which I’ve put as about $11,50 per hour.
Short story/ oneshot fanfic (800-1200 words) $12-17
Short story/ oneshot fanfic (2500-3000 words) $35
Short story/oneshot fanfic (4000-4500 words) $48
Chapter for an unfinished fanfic (over 3000 words) $20
I can write for several fandoms, here are a list I am familiar with:
Narnia, The Vampire Diaries, Peaky Blinders, Outlander, Game Of Thrones/ASOIAF lore, Marvel (Loki, WandaVision/Falcon & The Winter Soldier included), Euphoria, Grey’s Anatomy, The Haunting of Bly Manor, The Crown, etc.
I’ve also seen so many movies, so if you want something like that, I’m sure we’ll figure something out. As previously mentioned, original short stories and poems can also be provided and you are the muse, I am simply the instrument to receive the final product from. The more detailed you are in the description, the more of your personality and vision will be scattered throughout the story.
My living portfolio is on ao3, check it out if you want to <3
I hope to hear from you, but most importantly: stay safe, stay happy and focus on yourself and your health. The fact that you're even taking the time to read this and my stories is rewarding beyond words. My warmest thoughts are with you.
With much love,
Trashforstuckyandgot <333
(For legal purposes any fanfics are to be considered gifts)
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Omertà👄15
Warnings: noncon sexual acts (blowjob); alcohol
This is dark!Bucky and dark! Loki and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Your father was a bookie and taught you everything you know about numbers. After his death, you were taken on as a bookkeeper for Loki Laufeyson, resident crime boss in Manhattan. But can you keep your place in the background when a man from Brooklyn threatens to drag you to the forefront?
Note: This thing never ends but I’m not complaining!
Thank you. Love you guys!
As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3
You stared in the mirror. Your cheek was swollen and your entire body was sore from his touch. The bathroom was a mess still. Water all over the floor.
He’d left moments before. It had taken too much to get him to go. Thinking of what you’d done, you felt stupid but you didn’t regret. If you could do it again, you’d have choked him harder, sooner.
You touched your tender jaw and whined. Loki would know the moment he saw you. Another gruelling day made longer by his disapproval. Even if he didn’t guess, he might find out from his business partner. You frowned and winced.
Well, you could try to lie, you just had to make it believable.
You inhaled and grabbed your clothing from the table along the wall. You swept through to the bedroom and shoved them messily into the end of your bag, half hanging from the zipper. You took the night shirt and pulled it over your head.
You went to the front room and crossed to the mini-fridged beneath the glass bar. It would be satisfying to add the costly drinks to Bucky’s bill in your deception.
Well, if it worked.
You took out three of the miniature bottles of chardonnay and two of the tiny whiskey bottles. It was almost five. The sun would be up soon and Loki too.
You paced as you uncapped a bottle of the chardonnay and drank it. One bottle would be enough of a buzz to make it believable. As you reached the dregs of the wine, you opened another and poured it down the sink behind the bar.
You swigged a mouthful of the whisky and dribbled some down your night shirt. You checked the time and emptied both bottles down the drain. You washed away the liquor from the sink.
You tested your breath as your vision began to glow. An hour had passed. Loki was an early riser. You expected him at seven, eight if Thor had kept him up late.
You took the third bottle to the bedroom. You messed up the bed and turned the lamp on the night table on its side. You tried to shake off the heady glow which sank into your brain. Maybe a whole bottle was too much.
You went to the bathroom and rumpled up the rug. You pushed over the stool beside the door. You looked around one last time. No sign of Bucky. No hint of him having bent you over the brim of the tub. Nothing but the bile in your stomach.
You tossed the bottle of wine so that it smashed across the tile. You got down, careful not to cut yourself as you laid down beside the remnants. You laid half in the puddle of chardonnay, your feet over the rug as your bruised cheek rested painfully against the cold floor.
You closed your eyes and swallowed. Now you just had to wait. Your eyelids got heavier with every passing second. The smell of wine burned your nostrils and the liquid in your stomach felt thick.
You snorted awake as you heard the decisive banging on the door. You didn’t move and did your best not to tense up. Your eyes felt loose in your head as your mind bubbled from the half-slumber you’d sunk into.
You listened to the distant clamour outside your hotel room and slowed your breaths. Keep your eyes closed and don’t move.
The wait was interminable. Finally you heard the subtle beep of the lock on the door.
“Thank you very much,” Loki said from the front room. “So careless of me to leave my key inside.”
“Not at all, sir,” Another unfamiliar voice answered. “These things happen.”
“Here,” Thor said and footsteps faded away as the door shut.
Soles scuffed over the marble, softened by the rug, and grew decisive as they entered the bedroom. You focused on your heart beat as you listened closely.
“Looks like she had quite the night,” Thor mused as something moved.
Closer, closer, closer. You felt the shadow in the doorway and kept your breath steady.
“Mmm, so she did,” Loki’s heels clicked on the tile as he neared and toed you with his shoe. “Thank god I’m not paying for all this.”
“Is she alive?” Thor asked. You felt a thick hand on your arm as you were pushed onto your back. Your arm fell across the tile limply. “Christ, look at her face.”
Loki sighed as a rough palm settled on your hot, bruised, cheek.
“Wake up,” Thor’s thick fingers rubbed softly as he tried to rouse you. “Honey, honey,” He cooed. He slipped his arm under you and pulled you to sit up. “Hey, hey. Fuck, Loki, you wanna get some water or something?”
You grumbled and your head lolled against Thor’s arm. Fingers snapped in front of your face as you let your eyes flutter open. You swatted Loki’s hand away and belched.
“What’s you doin’?” You slurred.
“What are you doing?” Loki countered as he knelt beside you. “You certainly enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”
You frowned and tried to wave him away. Thor chuckled and hooked his other arm under your legs and lifted you. It was frightening how easily he was able to hold you.
“You should’ve invited us,” Thor kidded as Loki stood and stepped aside as you were carried through the doorway. “We can still get in on this, eh?”
“It’s barely eight in the morning,” Loki slithered. “Get her on the bed. We haven’t time for this… mess.”
“Poor thing, you’ve driven her to drink.”
Thor dropped you on the bed, his hand grazing your thigh as he drew away. He paused and shoved his hand further up your night shirt. You flinched, your cunt still tender from the night before.
“Don’t touch her.” Thor’s hand was ripped from between your legs. “She’s barely awake.”
“All the better.” Thor boomed. “I don’t mind it. Easier.”
“You truly are vile, brother,” Loki sneered.
“I can be quick,” Thor pulled your shirt up over your pelvis.
“You are here for business,” Loki snarled and tugged the shirt back down. He tore the blanket from beneath you and covered you with it. “Go. Wait for me in the other room.”
“You are no fun, brother,” Thor huffed but left.
Loki waited for him to disappear beyond the door then carefully sat beside you on the mattress.
“Darling, you must think you’re so clever,” He touched your cheek and you winced. “But when you sober up, you will realise how dumb you truly are.”
He shook his head and jostled you as he rose.
“I expect you will have slept this tomfoolery away by this evening,” He said. “And since you will have missed a day of work, you will make that up to me.” He neared the door and turned back. “And this will not happen again.”
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You weren’t sure if you were really hungover or you had slept too deep. Despite your wiser forebodings, you let yourself drift off shortly after you were left alone. You needed the sleep but you also needed to get your shit together.
It was clear after the previous night that you could not go on like this forever. Sooner or later, likely sooner, these men would break you. You weren’t delusional enough to think you could outlast them. Already, you were exhausted and the casino felt too much like a tomb.
It was already two. You groaned as you climbed out of bed. You weren’t going to wait around for Loki. You showered in the glass booth and the hot water eased your body. Your eyes stung but you gulped back the sudden wave of hopelessness.
You dressed. You hurt. A lot.
You pulled on a tea length skirt and a simple sleeveless blouse. The only real mark of your intense night was your swollen face and the rest of it could as easily be explained away as the result of your drunken fall.
You grabbed your phone and shoved it in a small purse along with your wallet and headed out. You hailed a cab and had it drop you off a street away from the casino. You found a cafe and ordered a double espresso. You sipped the bitter brew as you traversed the next block.
The casino was still a hive of activity. You were barely noticed as you passed the men in their hard hats and you kept your head down as you climbed the stairs. It was almost four.
You passed the open door of Loki’s unfinished office, then that of Bucky’s. Both were vacant. Luck, for the time being.
You exhaled and approached the door of your own office. You’d hide there until Loki returned. If you cut him off at the pass, he might not be irritated enough to really make you suffer.
You stopped short as you entered. Behind your new desk, sat a broad figure. Your ledger sat open before Thor as he slipped carelessly through the pages. You clung to the door and peeked out behind you.
“Ah, you’ve recovered. Already?” He smirked as you turned back to him. “Do come in.” He stood. “Apologies, I was told I might use your space in your absence and I didn’t expect you so soon.”
“Loki doesn’t appear to be in his office,” You approached one side of the desk as he rounded the other. You kept away from him. “I’m certain he wouldn’t mind--”
“Fun night?” He asked as he strode towards the door.
“I don’t… remember, if I’m being honest.” You lied as you checked your second drawer. The lock was broken. “Not much at all.”
“No? Just got a little carried away, did we?” He swung the door shut and crossed his arms as he turned to lean against it. “Lonely, perhaps?”
“I have a lot to catch up on,” You sat and ignored him as you set your coffee on the desk along with your purse. “And I’m sure you--”
“You don’t remember anything? Not even this morning?” He wondered.
“Bits and pieces,” You sighed.
He slowly traipsed towards the other side of your desk. He planted his large hands by your ledger as he loomed over you. You didn’t look up as you took a pencil from the top drawer.
“My brother’s a prick,” He said. “I get it but it’s no reason to shun me.”
“Thor,” You sat back and placed your pencil in the middle of the ledger. “This is business. I’m doing my job. Go do yours.”
“Fortunately, my work is already done for the day,” He said. “I think, in fact, I have earned a brief respite.”
“Go,” You said firmly. “I still have work to do.”
“Oh, you do,” He said as he stood. “Go on and get under that desk. Show me why my brother likes you so much.”
“Get. Out.” You snarled.
“You really don’t know when you’re punching above your level, do you?” He walked around the desk and you swiveled your chair and stood.
“Thor, I mean--”
He grabbed the back of your neck, his other hand on your shoulder, and forced you into the chair.
“It’s okay, I’ll stand,” His fingers dug into your neck as you whimpered.
His other hand went to his trousers and he tugged the tails of his shirt loose. You tried to stand but he was too strong. You grasped his thick wrist and tried to wrench it for your neck.
“We don’t want to break that face entirely, do we?” He flicked his button open and slid the zipper down. “Come on, honey, I know that mouth of yours is sweet. I’ve seen it myself.”
“Let me go,” You kicked out and his hand slipped around your neck to your throat.
He choked you as he freed himself over the top of his pants. His cock was thick and throbbing. You tried to roll the chair away from him but his grip only tightened.
“Open,” He guided his tip to your mouth and pressed it to your lips. You tried to turn away. “I’ll break your jaw, honey. I’ll break every part of you, now open up.”
Your eyes watered and you gasped as you opened your mouth. He shoved himself inside, his hand quickly swept to the back of your head. He forced his way into your throat and you choked, teetering on the edge of your chair.
“Oh, wow, oh,” He purred as he wiggled his hips. “Amazing.”
You slapped the hand on the back of your head and your body spasmed as you gagged.
“You can do it. I know you can take all of me.” He pushed even deeper and you couldn’t breath. You reached up and grabbed onto his jacket. “Oh, yeah, that’s it.”
He pulled back and you gulped for air around him. He slid your mouth up and down his length, faster and faster as his groans floated around you. The sloppy noises of your mouth made you even sicker and the stone set behind your brow grew even sharper.
“Oh, I think for the first time… I’m starting to understand my brother,” Thor rocked his hips as he fucked your face, gripping your throat and head firmly. “Fuck, I’m already close.”
He kept on. Your breath and throat ragged. You were dizzy and sickened by the slobber that dripped down your chin. You clutched his jacket desperately as he continued to sped up.
“Swallow, honey,” He grunted and shook as his thrusts turned frantic.
He dipped several times into your throat then held himself there as heat flooded into you. You slapped his stomach as you struggled to swallow around him. He pulled out as your throat began to constrict and you managed to gulp down his salty cum.
A string of cum hung from his cock as he let you go and backed away. He turned to lean against the desk and sighed. He took his pocket square and wiped himself clean with it before dropping it in your lap.
He zipped his trousers up and stood as he cleared his throat. You coughed and covered your mouth to keep from vomiting.
“Now, I know my brother is the jealous type,” He strutted around the desk and rolled his shoulders. “So, this stays between us, right?”
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Assemble
Chapter 12
Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)
Warning- cursing
Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.
Your Alter ego name- Red Wing
Iron Man swerves around a building and faces the Chitauri Leviathan. He pulls out his miniature multiple rocket launcher and fires. The Chitauri Leviathan roars in annoyance. The Chitauri Leviathan turns to him.
“We got his attention. What the hell is step two?!” Tony said to Jarvis
Iron Man flies away.
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Hawkeye trips a Chitauri soldiers and rams an arrow down its throat. Black Widow gets her hands on an energy rifle and stick fights the hell out of them. Captain America joins back in and using his Shield, swaps and whacks oncoming Chitauri Soldiers. It's all too much on them, until... They freeze. Everything in the area freezes like someone stopped time it self and that someone is Red Wing. Working a part of her muscle that she hasn’t a used In a while, Red Wing holds the Chitauri Soldiers still long enough.....
“Now Thor!!” Y/n yelled.
Lightning strikes down from the sky, channeling the blast, firing the electricity out at the Chitauri Soldiers around them. They're blasted back in a massive shockwave. The Chitauri Soldiers convulse, drop dead to the ground. Thor lands roughly on the side of a near by car.
“Are you ok?” Y/n said very much concerned.
Thor smiles. Not really wanting to tell Y/n that Loki stabbed him (don’t want to ruin his brother chance). “I’ll be fine.”
Knowing somethings wrong with deciding to not pressure the subject Y/n moves on to a more lighter topic. “Have I ever told you. You have impeccable timing.” Y/n said with a smile.
“I didn’t know you could freeze people.” Thor said amazed
“When I was taking those pills it was blocking haft of my powers.” Y/n answered.
“What's the story upstairs?” Steve asked Thor.
“The powers surrounding the cube is impenetrable.” Thor answered.
“Thor is right. We gotta deal with these guys.” Tony Chimed in.
“How do we do this?” Natasha wondered.
“As a team.” Steve declared.
“I have unfinished business with Loki.” Thor disclosed.
“Yeah, get in line.” Clint snapped.
“Well I guess I’m third in place because that ass is grass.” Y/n mumbled to herself.
“Save it. Loki's gonna keep this fight focused on us and that's what we need. Without him these things could run wild. We got Stark up top, he's gonna need us...” Steve started.
Just then, Bruce arrives on a small motorbike. Getting off, he looks around the city.
“Bruce you made it.” Y/n said with a fond look.
Bruce looks over at Y/n. “I heard you voice in my head you were the one that got me off the ship thanks for that.”
“Happy to help.” Y/n said with a smile.
Bruce getting off and he looks around the city. “So, this all seems horrible.”
“I've seen worse.” Natasha stated.
“Sorry.” Bruce said with a sense of guilt.
“No. We could use a little worse.” Natasha remarked.
“Stark? We got him.” Steve said into his earpiece.
“Banner?” Tony wondered.
“Just like you said.”
“Then tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the party to you.” Iron Man comes out from behind a building. The Chitauri Leviathan follows, impatiently.
The rest of the Avengers look up, getting ready and standing still.
“I... I don't see how that's a party...” Natasha stuttered.
Iron Man swoops down the street. The Chitauri Leviathan also swoops down, barreling down the street like a freight train that keeps building and building its intensity. Bruce looks behind. Cap looks at him. Bruce begins to walk towards the monster.
“Dr. Banner. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.” Steve put forth.
“That's my secret, Captain. I'm always angry.” Banner's body starts to swell and stretch and harden. Green shoots through his body. The Hulk. And punches the The Chitauri Leviathan in the nose. The Leviathan flips over a 360. Iron Man, mid-flight, extends his arm out and a rocket, ready to shoot. He then fires the rocket hitting a soft spot on the The Leviathan are blowing it completely away. Real pain from The Chitauri Leviathan. Other pieces of meat catch fire and withdraw... sizzle as they hit the pavement. puts up a force field to protect everyone on the ground informs clouds to put out the fire with the rain. From above and on the buildings, the Chitauri army watches in horror as a group of Earth’s mightiest heroes find themself united against a common thread. To fight the foes no single-handed superhero could withstand. The Avengers Assemble.
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Loki watches below, motionless. “Send the rest.”
From the portal, thousands more of Chitauri soldiers and even more Chitauri Leviathan fly out!
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The Avengers look up.
This is way out of my fucking element. All I ever did was fight bad guys that are mutants. No you wanted to be here. I got this.
Y/n was feeling like she jumped into the deep end of the swimming pool but no matter what she thought she was going to stop Loki.
“Guys.” Natasha called out.
“Call it, Cap.” Tony voiced.
“Alright, listen up. Until we can close that portal up there, we're gonna use containment. Barton, I want you on that roof, eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Stark, you got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or your turn it to ash.” Steve told Clint.
“Wanna give me a lift?” Clint asked Tony.
“Right. Better clench up, Legolas.” Iron Man lifts Hawkeye up to the building.
“Y/n Thor, you've gotta try and bottleneck that portal. Slow them down. You've got the lightning. Light the bastards up.” Thor nods at Steve then him and Y/n flies up towards the portal. Steve then looks at Natasha. “You and me, we stay here on the ground, keep the fighting here. And Hulk....SMASH.”
The Hulk smiles and most magnificent rain and leaps soaring high into the nearest building Hulk runs up the The wall and hit several Chitauri soldiers snapping in half. He drives towards the building on the other side of the street throwing the dead Chitauri soldiers towards the other soldiers. The Chitauri soldiers fire at him. The Hulk blackheads them seizes them and with raw power throws them down. In his most powerful leap year The Hulk flies up and in the middle of its flying chariot traffic jam, to which he smacks them out of altitude.
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This is part of a series of gen fic recs I’m making for Genuary 2021, organized by fandom. I’ll be putting these together quick, and many of these I have not read in a long time, so they’ll mostly just have a length range, either some general content tags I used for organizing or AO3 tags depending on the age of the bookmark, the summary, and a hopefully-still-working link.
This one:
Young Avengers (Marvel) / (And Hawkeye!Kate)
The Invasion (will not be televised) by Norickayer (PG-13)
Words: 50-100k
Tags: plotty, Crossover, drama, mentions of self harm, nonbinary character
(Unfinished/Dropped) In a world without superheroes, six teenagers stumble upon a dying alien who gives them the power to shape-shift. America, Eli, Kate, Tommy, Serrure, Billy, and Teddy are the only people who can stand against the alien invasion- because they’re the only ones who know about it.
When one of them confesses to being a member of the invasion force, well- That’s just the beginning of the story.
Note: I love this fic so much.
Freewill by Norickayer (PG-13)
Words: 1-5k
Tags: humor, AU – ABO, friendship, worldbuilding, trans character
“Wait, this makes no sense,” Loki complained.
Teddy glanced back at his gerry-rigged presentation board. As he suspected, he’d drawn the diagram correctly.
Teddy began to regret offering this lesson on human sexuality to his alien teammates.
(An absolutely gen A/B/O fic, because of reasons.)
(Series) The Saga of Loki: Hero of Earth-616 by Norickayer
Words: 25,528
Tags: canon divergence, genderqueer character, within-marvel crossovers
AKA: Loki & America's Excellent Adventure
In hopes of escaping the gravitational pull of old stories, Loki goes on a quest through the multiverse to create some new ones. With Wiccan, Hulkling, and Prodigy guiding the way and Miss America along for the ride, what could possibly go wrong?
There Are Times For Patience, And This Is Not One Of Them by atti (attilatehbun) (PG-13)
Words: 1-5k
Tags: humor, arguments, Billy & Tommy
Vaguely antagonistic brotherly bonding.
what's my age again? by verity (PG-13)
Words: 1-5k
Tags: friendship, humor, sign language, banter, background America/Kate
A for effort, H-A-W-K-E-Y-E, Kate says as soon as she frees herself from her harness. They really need to come up with a real sign instead of just fingerspelling all the time. Maybe miming drawing a bow, then pointing to the eyes. Something cool. You have to get over your boner for that boomerang arrow.
"Did you just sign 'angry penis'?" Sam says, distracted from his unresolved sexual tension with Natasha.
"Whatever," Kate says. She flips her hair. "I'm learning."
please don't say you love me (cause i might not say it back) by tommyshepherdd (atimeforflores) (PG)
Words: 1-5k
Tags: AU - Soulmates, hurt/comfort, angst, background relationships, focus is on Billy & Tommy familial bonding
Tommy really should have figured that he wouldn't get a happy ending with his soul-mate.
coffee shop interlude by becausefandom (PG)
Words: 1-5k
Tags: fluff, chance meeting
If you’d told Kate Bishop a week ago that the guy who comes into the coffee shop every Wednesday, who orders a large black coffee and hums along every time Taylor Swift comes on the store’s playlist, was the Winter Soldier, she’d have laughed in your face.
First Year by Kali Cephirot (10AlliraDream84) (PG)
Words: 500-1k
Tags: Hogwarts AU, humor, friendship
Seven children going to Hogwarts for the first time, and how they become friends.
Waiting by the Phone by Kali Cephirot (10AlliraDream84) (PG)
Words: 1-5k
Tags: friendship, humor, fluff, hijinks
Or three times Clint got ditched because Kate had to be with her team and one time he wasn't.
You never call me when you're sober by Norickayer (PG-13)
Words: 500-1k
Tags: friendship, nonbinary character, alcohol
“Hey you hipster piece of shit, how some you never hang out with us anymore?” Kate Bishop croons into the phone about three decibels above the appropriate volume for such a call. “Just because you’re an evil betraying shitlord doesn’t mean you can’t call once in a while.”
Life-changing Field Trips with Loki by Norickayer (PG)
Words: 1-5k
Tags: Crossover/AU, nonbinary character, suspicion, humor
Team Avatar barely escaped from Ba Sing Se intact, thanks to the help of a mysterious musician they found under Lake Laogai. America has barely a month left to master two elements and defeat Fire Lord Odin when a familiar figure walks right into their camp.
(scenes from a Young Avengers/Avatar:The Last Airbender fusion)
And It's Magic by Norickayer (PG)
Words: 1-5k
Tags: AU, fluff
“Billy, tell your patron god to stop stealing my pop-tarts!” Kate demands, brandishing an empty Pop-Tart box.
“Loki can’t be my patron god,” Billy reminds her, “I’m Jewish.”
Loki makes a ‘hurt’ face. “You wound me, Billy.”
“Not as much as I will if you don’t stop stealing my stuff,” Kate warns, throwing the box into Loki’s face.
(In which the presence of werewolves and vampires doesn't change much)
grab a blanket, brother by Traincat (PG-13)
Words: 10-50k
Tags: found families, character study
Wherein Tommy Shepherd moves in with the Kaplans, freaks out, runs to Canada, goes looking for trouble, accidentally stalks the Avengers and tries to figure out his families. All of them.
Duende by Ardatli (R)
Words: 10-50k
Tags: Au – no powers, crossover with criminal minds, suspicion, kidnapping, background pairings
duen•de [dwen-de; English doo-en-dey] noun.
Having soul, a heightened state of emotion, expression and authenticity.
Or, 'that one where the Young Avengers are college professors, and the BAU is investigating the campus.' A Profs!AU/Criminal Minds crossover.
Note: This is part of a very shippy series, but if I remember correctly this fic does not focus on that much.
Stained in the Blood (of a whole generation) by Ardatli (R)
Words: 10-50k
Tags: AU – no powers, crossover with criminal minds, background pairings
A string of brutal deaths brings the FBI’s vaunted Behavioural Analysis Unit to New York City on the trail of a serial arsonist. But when the UnSub appears to target a young man named William Kaplan, it becomes clear that nothing at all is what it seems...
#genuary#genuary 2021#f: how many ragnaroks is too many ragnaroks#f: you have a supervillain on speed dial#fic recs
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GROUNDED: Favorite (ouch) exerpts - CH. 2
Realized I haven’t done one in a while after posting in response to @rhodee
Bebs, thankies for reading if you do; and if you haven’t, this one’s for you. Cause yeah. I get the feels still just re-reading it even.
---------===========PAINT IT BLACK -CH2-PS:2-\\TONY//
“ Hey… uh, Lolo? ”
“ What is it? “ he could hear him getting up the stairs. “ There’s a man that looks suspiciously like he’s come at least from your family of fantasy parade brigade, coming to the door. You know anything about this? “
“ If I did, I wouldn’t have been as surprised as you about the sound of his apparent arrival.. “ was tossed at him on his quick way past. He was out the door and talking with him, before Tony took his own first step out; and caught sight of the three unmarked coming up his driveway. Loki had the Lord of the Rings extra well in hand apparently, but that set of trucks? He knew the model. “ Shield. Looks like there’s some for me to handle, too. “ was said to him on his way past them to meet the other suits at least, past the back bumper of his ‘gini. It wasn’t a surprise that Romanov and Fury were the first to appear out of the trio of off-roaders. He really, wasn’t happy to see Barton right that second though. Especially with that ready to shoot set to his mouth and gait. “ Guys! I was, just about to call you. “
“ Yeah I would hope so. “
“ Hello sir! “ was Nat completely ignoring him and stepping past to try and get … actually, and as following her brought the battle-dressed guy back into his view; why was the off-worlder she was after in the full regalia bit headed the other, way already now? And, brief twist of a too familiar device? He was gone, under the same boom. Same flash of upwards light. Before Nat even got a response; though how he got out was not a good sign.
“ Was that the Tesseract? “ brought his eyes back to Fury, disbelieving he hadn’t been the only one to see that. Or maybe hoping he hadn’t? “ Hey! “ whipped Tony’s head back around just in time to see Loki “ I ain’t done talkin’ to you! I ain’t even started! “ at full speed dashing back into the house and vault the weird new railing rather than take the stairs they’d fixed.
“ ...something’s wrong. “
“ You think? “
“ No, Nick.. something’s very, wrong. “ his feet started moving late? But he was in the door and at that rail faster than the others could even get in the door. The computer was in view down from the railing. He wasn’t there; but he could hear him moving. The lack of care and crash of things falling wasn’t his way. Wasn’t his style.
“ Loki..? “ his feet couldn’t get him fast enough down those spiral stairs into the much smaller workshop. No answer. He could hear the hiss of a few curses, see the lock was busted on his tech garage and the doors wide open. The side light on, and harsh, fast movements going on inside between the crack of the door and the mesh wall his tools were plugged and hooked into. That alone; the space he’d promised not to go into and fact it was busted open like that; blatantly abandoned that fast. That just amped up the adrenaline, and dropped Anthony’s stomach a few more feet into his knees.
“ Must be something, to make you break this rule, like this: broad daylight. We agreed, yeah? No .. making folks, or me; suspicious by screwing around with my garage. Computer parts, okay. No suit mechanics; no ship parts or heavy tech. Nothing substantial that might pass as or be able to be weaponized. That was the deal. “ only paused the motions as he slowed down, angling himself carefully to try and see what he was doing. What he might be looking for. “ I know the stuff in there better’n you, you know! You wanna tell me; what you’re lookin’ for and; what the hell is going on? Real good time for it right now. Cause I think you’re making Barton’s bow hand itchy, as is. “
“ Let it, itch. “ pulled Tony’s head back a few degrees. He was taking pieces of unfinished suit bits apart. Hands moving fast, at the wielding iron and punching directions into the cutting laser like he knew what he was doing. “ Stand aside, Stark; Nat, you too. “ Stark couldn’t see what he was making; but it definitely had a purpose. This wasn’t tinkering, going on at his bench. He was more worried. “ No, “ came at a glance. He was also impressed and feeling a little cheated. Didn’t know he had the knowhow.. “ I won’t. I trust him. “ was said firmly enough, and with enough truth and concern behind it that it was almost flat when he finished: “ And this is my house. Take that gun and get the hell out of it. “
He heard the hissing sounds of Nat’s breath catching on words behind him; convincing Barton to do as he said. Heard the small click and shift of the safety. Yeah, he knew he’d been right on that one; but it still bit a little that was the situation they were in. “ Good girl .. I’ll treat you to something, later. Leave us alone. Or close enough to make us feel it? I smell something personal in the air. “
“ We’ll be right upstairs. “ had him nodding, and; as soon as he heard them clear that last steel step: taking a few forward. He knew they’d be in earshot. Or at least one or two would. He was betting heavily on all though; and wasn’t unconcerned enough to care. That they were here that fast said he and Loki had been right and they had been at the least; watching, listening, or both, for a while.
“ You know I’ve trusted you. Still do; and a lot more than I should . “ slowed him down a little while he was attaching a power source. “ Come on man. What’s goin’ on. I’m shit , at reading minds so please , don’t make me turn the key, slap the metal on; and put you on the floor to get the answer out. We both know neither one of us want that. “ breath in. “ Woulda done it by now if either one a us did . “
“ You wouldn’t understand. “
“ Won’t know that until you try me. “
“ I have to leave. -- “
“ What, no. Definitely no-- “
“ I’ll come back. I promise.. I will finish this work. “
“ -not happening. What the hell has got you so suddenly ...crazy!? “
He heard the words. He did. They just; exploded in his ears afterwards. Left him completely deaf, numb; and absolutely bereft of the ability to think of anything but. It didn’t register, right away. But oh. Oh man, did he get it. The quiet. The sudden rush to get down here, and get home: somehow.
All Tony could see, in his own mind; was the pretty way she would fold her mouth in when she was trying not to laugh at one of either of their stupid jokes. The quiet way she lit up when he said in so many words over those two days how much, her son took after her. The way she just; stood of to the side with the smallest happy smiles, laugh lines softening that already warm face: watching them play chess from the corner, or right there at one side of the table pouring for them while they threw out all sorts of conversations at each other. At her . The curtsies, she flipped him every now and again, once she realized it made him laugh too. Inwards and otherwise. The words she’d tossed at their back, trusting him ; on their way out of that place.
“ I don’t.. “
The air sucked right back into his lungs, took the rest of the words with it so he almost choked on them. All he could think of, was his own mom.
Couldn’t be right.
Wasn’t , right.
Right?
“ I don’t think I heard you right. “
And then he repeated it. Same tone. Same six words. Like his head was as still as the raging tornado going on in Tony’s.. No. Worse. And he knew it. Knew; the only way to keep his hands steady, from breaking down into an unrecognizable heap of blood, tears and bone turned jell-o was to keep moving and keep his words even. Control himself ; if he couldn’t control the situation . Because..?
Because I’ve been here. There. Right there.
He saw it. The contained shake to his joints from the effort to keep it together and keep moving. Keep from stalling out and falling down. Hear, the deafening silence in between the much needed white noise of putting together whatever was being made between his fingers and the screaming, bleeding shock of insanity pushing it and being pushed away all at once in the same space.
That was me.
I heard it too. Didn’t want to.
“ My mother’s dead. They killed her. “
I heard him right.
Now. Breathe. Think.
Because he can’t, not right now and not really.
In, and...
“ Tell me what you’re looking for. And what you’re making. “ ..came out. Probably in the same tone right as he just reached over and tapped the panic button to his right. Just a little touch. With a really big backlash he put on reserve for later. He knew and didn’t care. Not about that .
Eight inches of steel slab hydraulically powered to shut them in from the upper floors, and the open sea to his left. It wasn’t quiet either. And that aside, did not close without more than a few curses and calls of his name from above he was blatantly ignoring before they were sealed away behind it on all sides. The emergency lighting came up a second later. Tony was already next to him, peeling back his sleeves to help out where he could. “ One thing I’ve learned in the week since we started working together? Four hands are better than two, when they’re ours. “
“ Give me the sitrep if you can, when you can get the words out. “ was said as he flipped on the extra lights above board. “ I’m in. “ he saw him turn his head, but didn’t meet the green-grey stare. And because he knew; because he was moving like that; and the guy didn’t take him back with him, but he remembered way more clearly now; that he had said he would see him: that he did.. “ You’ve got a plan. I’ll follow it. “
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thinking back on it, I find the fact that my entire life can pretty much be charted by the unfinished epics I was working on during different stages of it fairly entertaining. when I say there’s a lot of them, there really is a lot >u<
12-14 yrs old - (the creatively titled /s) Alien Invaders, a five part epic about humanity’s interactions with body-stealing aliens from Mars and later, Venus. I still have an inch thick folder containing all the (nigh unreadable) handwritten pages of this story
14-16 yrs old - Nancock, a Tolkienesque history of a fantastical land with Greek mythology and steampunk influences. every so often I’ll stumble across an old piece of art I drew to go along with it and go ‘=0! I remember you!’
16-18 yrs old - Sir Edward and the Haunted Wood, a medieval horror-fantasy involving witchcraft and curses. I did a lot of art based on this one in high school
18-21 yrs old - college is hard, writing-free dead zone =(
21-23 yrs old - Skyrim the Novel, a story based on the observation that at some point in all my games, my character becomes too powerful to travel with companions without harming them. I still like the idea and have gone back to it every now and then over the years
24-25 yrs old - The Doom of Pandyssia, the Dishonored fic I spent a lot of time on when I was first working through my own feelings about my sexuality. has also been poked at now and again over the years. this one I’m definitely going to finish at some point!! maybe as an original novel
26-27 yrs old - Twilight of the Gods, a futuristic sci fi retelling of Norse mythology from Loki’s point of view and also my chief coping mechanism during the 2016 American election. it’s about change and stasis and embracing the unknown. also still firmly on the to-be-actually-finished list
27 yrs old and onward - what is this madness, finished epics???
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