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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 3
Chapter 2 Chapter 4
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. Cursing, mentions of sex and private parts. This is some time after Steve jogs next to Sam. Soft Sam, fluff. Non-inclusive language, mentions of emotionally abusive family, caregiver, burdens, ill family members. Lots of fluff, dash of angst.
Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Sam made you eat your words as Steve does swing by the VA and you have to hold up your end of the bet.
Word Count: 5,256k
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A/N: Yeah...this ended up on the long side. Rare of me, but I hope it flows and that you melt like I did reading it. Writing about him has...made me love him even more? I've never been to DC, so don't shoot me. Don't forget to take breaks and hydrate! Ik the gif isn't from the movie, but this is a really silly Sam. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!
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“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Sam Wilson?”
You looked up from this week’s schedule with a polite smile on your lips. Your eyes shuttered as you took in the man before you. Your smile dropped.
“You’re…”
“Steve Rogers,” the man said. He held out his hand to you. You continued to stare at the man. The videos didn’t do him justice. He was handsome in the classic American kind of way. His hair was short, he had a boyish grin, and clear blue eyes. He wore a dark jacket and white shirt.
And holy hell…the muscles. “Well, fancy seeing Captain America here.” Ariel rolled her chair closer to the front and took Captain America’s hand. She held on a second too long and a faint blush crossed his cheeks.
“Please, just Steve.” He swung his hand to you and Ariel nudged you with her elbow.
“Right. Hi, Mr. Rogers.” You shook his hand and mentally kicked yourself from here to Egypt. You were going to smack Sam when you saw him. He set yo ass up. And you fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
“Steve, please. Please,” he said with a chuckle.
“Sam’s in the middle of a meeting. If you’d like, I can tell him you’re here,” you said.
“No, thank you. I’d actually like to catch some of it, if that’s okay?” Steve asked.
You nodded and giggled. Like a teenager. Get a grip. You told him the room that Sam works out of and Steve thanked you. Ariel eyed him up and down and waved to him.
“Thank you. For everything you did for New York,” you managed to eke out. You had no idea what his life was like but from all the dozens of documentaries floating out there, it wasn’t every day that you actually got to meet a real life superhero.
People were still on the fence about superheroes. Some thought they were a government conspiracy. Some thought they were unnecessary. And there was only so much arguing with online trolls you could do. If it weren’t for these superheroes, the world would be bowing to that Loki guy and those freakish aliens.
You thought of your mom and her growing paranoia. It was so bad, she stopped leaving the house. You couldn’t fathom her having to see them every day or being under their control.
“Team effort, wasn’t all me. But thank you,” Steve said. He smiled with that boyish grin and took off down the hall towards Sam’s meeting room.
“Hm, I just want that white boy to pick me up and throw me across the room. I’d say thank you,” Ariel sighed. You laughed and smacked her arm. “Shut up.”
Ariel leveled you with a shit-eating grin. She slid along the desk until she was in your personal space. “Soo, what are you wearing to your date with Sam?”
You groaned and plopped your head on the desk. “I’m so dumb. Why did I agree to that bet?” You kicked your feet under the desk.
“Because you like that man. And you wanted to go. I don’t know why you keep actin’ like you don’t.”
Now it was your turn to level a glare at Ariel. “I would love to go out with Sam. But my family…”
“Your family nothing. What, you’re gonna wait on them hand and foot? At some point, they have to let you grow up.”
You pursed your lips. Ariel had heard every complaint and incident involving your family. So she knew the whole sordid affair just like you knew her feelings on the matter. She thought that you should just move out and to hell with all of them.
But you weren’t built like that. Behind all the gaslighting, the toxicity, and narcissism, there was a kernel of love there. You couldn’t tell your Dad that you couldn’t take him to his appointments. You couldn’t tell your mom that you refused to run errands for her since she can’t go outside anymore. Your siblings were in school. If you didn’t take them, who would?
It was unfair that the burden was all on you. There were times when you went to bed crying your eyes out. Every morning, you got up and squared your back and handled business. For right now, there was no alternative so it was pointless arguing with Ariel when she would only tell you the same thing.
She was your best friend, but she reacted so strongly to anything involving your family. After a while, it was easier to stop bringing them up.
Both of you returned to your work. You idly gossiped about how Sam knew Steve. If he said they went jogging, then he wasn’t such a liar after all. You’d pay good money to see Sam jog near Steve, a whole super soldier.
Hell, you just wanted to see Sam jog, let���s be a little honest. You daydreamed for the next hour or so until the sound of Ariel’s chair rolling caught your attention. You swiveled to face her.
She half stood and half squatted as she looked down the hallway. “What are you doing?” You asked.
“They’re done with the meeting. Sam’s talking to Steve right now,” she whispered, even though Sam’s room was a ways down the hall.
Not one to be left out, you mirrored Ariel’s pose and caught a glimpse of Sam and Steve talking in the hallway. Sam wore a blue and gray plaid shirt, open at the collar, and a white tee underneath. He also wore khaki pants. You had teased him relentlessly about his old man way of dressing. He merely struck a pose and said he knew he looked good.
Your lips curved into a smile at the thought. That boy was goofy as hell. You often caught yourself smiling over something he said or did while you talked during your coffee runs.
As you watched, their conversation seemed more on the serious side. Captain America was right there, but your eyes kept drifting over Sam and the way he filled out the outfit. Damn him. He did look good.
Sam shook Steve’s hand before Steve left with a final wave down the hall. You and Ariel sat down with soft giggles at being caught. Whistling drew your attention back over the counter as Sam floated into view with an annoying grin on his face.
“Well, well, well,” he said.
You lasted two seconds before breaking out into a laugh. You stood up and leaned over the counter.
“That was a set up and you led me right to it,” you said.
He shrugged with a sugary sweet smile. “I merely used all of my hard earned battle training to my advantage. Never enter a bet you aren’t sure of winning,” he said.
“Then you’ve clearly never had a wild night in Vegas,” Ariel piped in.
“I’ve had a couple,” Sam said.
“Naw. The stories I could tell about me and–” You glared at Ariel and silently dared her to say another word.
“Oh, wait, wait. You get down like that?” Sam matched your pose and brought his face closer to you. It was the closest you two had ever been and your eyes flicked to his lips before you remembered yourself.
“Not telling. And neither is Ariel,” you said.
Sam groaned and tilted his head. “Just one story?” He gave you an adorable pout and you laughed.
“No! What happens in Vegas…”
He sighed dramatically. “You’re no fun. So what time should I pick you up tonight?” He asked.
“Tonight? That’s not enough notice!” Mild panic rushed through you. You had to pick up your siblings, make sure everyone had dinner, and make sure your mom actually took her meds. Then, you had to find an outfit and get dolled up and…
“Hey, hey, I was kidding,” Sam said. He reached out and patted your hand. You turned your head away and took a few deep breaths. He squeezed your hand in short bursts until you looked at him.
“I’m sorry. It was a dumb joke. When can I take you out?”
“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one that’s sorry. I…I do better when I have advanced notice for things,” you admitted.
Sam nodded. “I can work with that. Is Friday okay? Or do you need to check your schedule and rearrange your other dates?”
You laughed and tapped his arm. “Shut up. Friday is fine, Sam.” You smiled at him, hoping he’d forget all about your mini freak out. He eyed you as if he didn’t but smiled and nodded.
“Friday it is. Wear something comfortable,” he said.
You squinted at him. “Where are you taking me?” You asked.
“And spoil the surprise? Not a chance. I’m gonna get this right, don’t you worry,” he said with a smirk.
You wanted to challenge him on it. However, a bet was a bet and you always kept your word. Sam hadn’t let you down so far and there was no reason to keep giving him the third degree.
“I’m really looking forward to it,” you said.
Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ariel. “You didn’t tell her to say that to put me out of my misery, did you?”
Ariel threw up her hands. She wasn’t even trying to pretend that she hadn’t been paying attention this entire time. You supposed it was better than having to rehash it all.
“That’s all her. I’m sure Captain America finally convinced her to give you a shot,” she said.
“He did not!” You laughed. Sam laughed with you.
“I mean…have you seen him?” Sam joked, making Ariel and you laugh.
You slapped his arm again. “You have serious issues. I hope you know that,” you told him.
“Nope, I just got a date with the most gorgeous woman in all of DC. Nothin’ can bring me down right now,” he said. He rapped his knuckles against the counter and walked backwards. He smirked and bowed his head before turning around and heading back to his meeting room.
You stood there, frozen, your mouth slightly agape. That…
“Girl, you need to get under that man and lock it down,” Ariel said.
Her voice saved you from having to think about what he just said. You knew you were gorgeous. But to hear him say it with his deep voice just turned you into a puddle.
You sat down in your seat. His words replayed over and over in your head. You had a date with Sam Wilson. Who had that on their bingo card, show of hands?
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Friday night arrived and you were a ball of nerves. You wore a navy babydoll tee, leggings, and sandals. It was appropriate for a date and still sexy. The babydoll tee had a low neckline, giving a little peek at your boobs. You didn’t know if you’d sleep with Sam tonight, but the night was young.
You paced in the living room and wrung your hands. Your siblings were squared away, eating their dinner to rising protests about how they weren’t babies. Your dad was left snoozing in front of the TV and his legs up on the recliner. And your mom…paced with you and asked you a million questions about Sam.
“Are you sure he isn’t an alien?” She asked.
“As much as I can be. I’m not a doctor,” you said.
“Where did you meet him?”
“At work, mom.” You tried to keep the annoyance out of your voice. She had a serious condition that everyone was doing their damndest to accommodate. At the same time, you wished someone would accommodate you for once. You hadn’t been out on a date in…you didn’t want to think about how long.
On the off chance that you recognized someone was trying to ask you out, you made excuse after excuse. You didn’t want the extra drama. You didn’t want to…well, be in this exact situation with your mom breathing down your neck and making your own anxiety worse.
All day, your stomach had been in painful knots. You’d talked yourself out of going a million times. But yesterday, on your coffee run with Sam, he asked for your number. You gave it and he had been just as sweet over text as he was in person. You worried that you’d run out of things to talk about. That was impossible with Sam. He made sitting in bumper to bumper traffic sound interesting.
Blessedly, the doorbell rang. Your mom squealed and headed for the dining room with your siblings. They knew the drill. They started to engage her in conversation until she stopped focusing on you and answered their questions. They were little shits, but they were yours.
You went to the front door and took a deep breath. You opened it to find Sam standing there wearing a dark gray Henley, a mocha leather jacket, dark jeans, and sneakers. He looked scrumptious. With a fresh haircut and his goatee trimmed.
He looked you up and down with equal scrutiny and he smiled. “You look amazing,” he said.
“Not so bad yourself. I see you trying to step it up,” you said.
Per his usual, he struck a pose and chuckled. “Had to show out a little bit. As much as I definitely want you to stay perfect, you’re gonna need a jacket. A real one. Nothin’ like a sweater or those half-sweaters ya’ll be wearing,” he said.
You laughed and shook your head. On the wall by the door, there was a hook with jackets and sweaters that you wore all the time. You grabbed a heavy black hoodie that still went with your outfit.
“Is that going to work for this mystery date?” You asked.
He reached out and felt it. “It’ll do. Ready?” He asked.
You nodded and locked up behind you. Before long, you were in his car and heading…somewhere. He refused to tell you where. You grew up here so you tried to guess with each stop and turn that he made.
“Is it a rooftop bar?” You asked, thinking of the various hotels that had attractions inside.
He chuckled. “No, stop guessing,” he said. You watched him as he drove. It was so…sexy. One of those things that shouldn’t be. Most adults drove. You drove. There was something incredibly hot about watching a man drive one-handed, his other hand on his thigh, and his eyes trained on the idiots in traffic.
Sam made it look powerful and engaging. “I got something on my face?” He asked.
You laughed to cover up your embarrassment at being caught staring. “Yeah, it’s sort of around your mouth,” you said.
Sam patted his face and looked in the rearview mirror. He came to a stop at a red light and checked again. “I don’t see anything,” he said. He looked to you for help and you rolled your lips inwards to keep from laughing.
“Oh…sorry. It’s just your mustache,” you said.
Sam’s face dropped for a split second and then he laughed. “Oh, I see we got jokes,” he said.
On green, he continued forward and you laughed. “You kinda walked into it,” you said.
Sam nodded and poked your leg. “We’ll see who’s laughing more later on tonight,” he said. You poked him in the arm. It was like poking a bag full of quarters. He was deceptively buff.
You joked more as Sam pulled into a parking garage in Georgetown. “The Waterfront?” You asked with an excited squeal. He chuckled at your enthusiasm. “Surprise!”
You laughed as he pulled in and found a parking spot. You both got out and he offered his arm. You shook your head as you placed your hand around it. He guided you to a restaurant you’d never been to before.
“I didn’t know this was here,” you said.
He shrugged. “I know some things. Better stick with me,” he said. He smiled at you and there it was again. That sense of familiarity. As if you could imagine this over and over and never get sick of it. You pulled your gaze away from his. This was something breezy and casual. Unfortunately, that was all you could offer.
The thought of your family dimmed your smile. As wonderful as Sam was, there was no way in hell you were asking him to deal with them. They were your cross to bear. He’d find someone else, someone with less baggage to love on him and hold him.
Acid boiled in your gut at the thought of Sam taking someone else out to dinner. At the thought of their hands on him. It stole your breath, robbed you of any clear thought.
“Hey, where’d you go? You okay?” Sam asked. He nudged you and moved to get out of line. You stopped him. He planned a beautiful evening and you wanted to see it. You wanted to see it with him.
“I’m fine. Promise. Where’d you hear about this place?” You smiled at him but he only frowned.
“If you’re not feeling well, I can take you home. There’s no pressure here,” he said.
You sighed. Damn the man. “Sam, if you don’t buy me dinner, I’ll tell Ariel you were very rude on our date,” you said.
The fake betrayal on his face made you laugh. “You would sic Ariel on me?”
You nodded. “Sure would. In a heartbeat,” you said.
Sam gave you a fake hurt look and approached the host. He had called ahead and made a reservation. The host was a short, spunky dude with greased hair and a practiced fake smile. He waved for a waiter to come by and show you to your seat.
The restaurant was tasteful and warm. It had intimate lighting but it wasn’t so low that you couldn’t see the other person right next to you. The atmosphere was inviting. The waiter led the both of you out onto the patio area with a perfect view of the sunset over the harbor.
“Sam, this is gorgeous!” You furiously whispered to him as he held your seat out. Once you sat down, he took his own seat. The waiter handed you both menus and asked if you wanted anything to drink. Sam took a light beer, his only one as a promise, and you got a glass of wine.
“I wanted tonight to be special. Don’t expect this all the time. This is just to sucker you in,” he said.
You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Shut up. This is really wild. Did you really plan this?”
“Okay, maybe a little help from my sister. I can’t take all the credit. Can’t let me have one, can you?” He teased.
“Not a one,” you said and laughed.
You talked all throughout the night. Conversation with Sam was so easy. You asked him about growing up in Louisiana and what’s the biggest critter he’d ever seen. You asked him about his parents running the fishing business together and why he joined the military.
He asked you about your family and you told him most of the good stuff. You told him about the shenanigans they got into and what your dad did for a living. As for your mom, well, she primarily worked from home. It was a tiny, white lie that you felt horrible about. Sam was always so honest. But it was too much to dump on someone.
The sun lazily dipped below the horizon beside you. You knew now why he insisted on a jacket. The breeze from the harbor was bitter but enjoyable. He stopped after one beer like he promised. You stopped after two glasses. You didn’t want to get sloppy wine-drunk.
That’d be embarrassing. If he was going to see you wasted, it might as well be on Tequila when you’d really let loose. You wondered what he’d be like drunk. If he ever got drunk.
“I’ve been drunk, I’m not a saint,” he said with a chuckle, as your dinner drew to a close. The food was criminally delicious. Sam told you about an ice cream shop that stayed open late if you were open to dessert later.
You didn’t want the night to end either. So while you waited for the check, Sam sipped on water. “Trust me, we got pretty wild overseas on deployment. There’s nothing to do but fight and try to forget,” he said.
“You saw his mouth turn down at the corners. Sore subject. So you pivoted. “Wild, huh? Like stealing humvees and doing takeovers?”
He laughed so loud that the people around you gave you disapproving looks. Sam apologized and waved to everyone. “You’re gonna get us in trouble!”
“Me!” You waved him off. “I’m not the one who tried to make me snort while I was drinking,” you said.
He raised his hands in surrender and smirked. “I can’t help it if I’m hilarious,” he said.
“As long as your ego is well in hand,” you said.
He shrugged. Damn the man. “To your earlier point, no, we didn’t do takeovers. But we got into stuff. Pranks, teasing, we would play ball with the local kids. It was fun sometimes,” he said.
“Anything to pass the time over there. I know nothing about it, so I can’t speak on it,” you said.
“It’s alright. It was like a fucked up version of summer camp. Except summer never ends so it’s always hot as hell and you’re just trying to survive the day,” he said. “But enough about that. I have to hear about these wild and unchaperoned Vegas trips you took with Ariel.”
You covered your mouth to keep from laughing too loud. The waiter came by, saving you from having to talk. Your shoulders shook with quiet laughter and Sam took the check. He tilted it towards you.
“Not gonna try and reach for the bill?” He asked with a smirk.
“Okay, smartass,” you said. He chuckled and took his card out of his wallet. He signed it and handed it to the waiter. “So…Vegas?”
“You couldn’t pay me to get that information,” you said.
“It must’ve been something freaky,” he said.
You tossed your napkin at him and he caught it with a laugh. The waiter came back and wished you a good night. Sam led you out of the restaurant. “You’re gonna have to roll me out of the car,” you said. You rubbed your belly and Sam laughed.
“I’m stuffed too. Let’s walk it off,” he said. He held his hand out for yours. You took it with a grimace. “You’re not gonna make me into a jogging partner or anything right? I hate running,” you said.
“I promise to keep my jogging to myself,” he said and chuckled. Together, you walked up and down the boardwalk next to the harbor. Lights from the Waterfront stretched out over the water and people milled around you. Conversation flowed well. You learned so much about his childhood and his sister. He lamented the fact that he didn’t get home as often as he wanted to. Counseling wasn’t completely demanding but he also didn’t want to pass it off to someone else.
“I formed a good group of people. I want them to know I’m there,” he said.
“People love you, Sam. They love attending your meetings. But you know that it’s okay to take breaks and vacations right?”
“I know. I left Louisiana and just haven’t looked back. I love it there, but there’s so much world to see, you know? Food to try. Pretty girls to flirt with,” he said.
You rolled your eyes to keep from grinning so hard. “And you’re not even shameless about it,” you said.
“How can I be?” He gave you a pointed look. He winked and opened the door to the ice cream shop. You both got different flavors and took a tiny piece from each other’s cup. You walked back outside. The boardwalk was starting to wind down.
You walked and ate. You were proud that you hadn’t spilled anything on you. Sam was still a ball of energy, talking and telling you more stories. He was full of them. It was like he collected them from every person he met.
As you walked to the car and finished up your ice cream, you gave him a side eye. “So I have to know…Captain America? Really?”
Sam chuckled. “Hey, all I did was jog. He chose a new spot that day and passed me like a million times. No, he's a solid dude. Just…regular,” he said. “Well, regular and he can whup alien ass,” he said and laughed.
“I don’t think it’s easy for him to be in our time. When he went into the ice, we were at war with the Nazis. When he came out of it, suddenly there’s internet and TV shows, and everyone’s got a car. It’s a lot,” Sam said.
You nodded. “I’m glad he has you. Everyone needs a Sam in their life, it’s kind of the requirement if that’s your name,” you said.
“How you figure?” He asked.
“Lord of the Rings, Supernatural, Game of Thrones…” you listed off. Sam stopped walking and stared at you.
“Don’t tell me you’re a nerd,” he said. He made ‘nerd’ sound so dirty. You opened your mouth to argue from here until kingdom come about how awesome being a nerd was before you saw him fighting a smile.
“You get on my nerves!” You said. He laughed and you threw away your ice cream cups. Even after eating that and being out in the harbor, Sam’s hand was warm as he grabbed yours. You smiled and put your head on his shoulder.
“This was amazing, Sam,” you said as you walked to the car.
“I’m very glad,” he said. He put his head next to yours before letting you go and opening the car door for you.
“You know you don’t have to do that,” you said. He shrugged. “I like doing it,” he said.
You slid into the car. Your nerves were shot. You know he didn’t expect anything from you, but you also promised your mom that you wouldn’t be too late. You knew that no amount of coaxing from your siblings would get her to settle down. She would stay up until every member of her flock was at home.
She wasn’t that bad, most nights. But it had been too long since you went on a date. Sam slipped into the car and backed out. “Back to your place, right?”
You smiled. Damn the man. He seemed to pick up on your thoughts as if he could read them. You squinted at him. You can’t actually read my mind, can you?
“If you say my goatee is on my face again, we’re gonna have a problem,” he said and chuckled.
Okay, couldn’t read your mind. You laughed. “My place is good, thank you.”
You talked more on the way back to your place. The itis was starting to hit you and you yawned. Sam chuckled. “Almost there,” he said.
He pulled onto your street. All the carefree fun you had soured in your gut. You didn’t want to return to the hellhole. Some wispy part of you wished Sam would keep driving and kidnap you, take you far, far away.
Fairytales didn’t happen in real life. Even lives filled with gods and aliens. And not for Black girls who had to grow up too fast.
Sam pulled up to the curb. The porch light was on. You were sure your mom was somewhere in the house, listening and waiting for you to open the door. You stared out of the window and mentally rallied your patience.
“Hey, I want you to know that you can always talk to me. It’s not that I demand to know everything up front, but I can tell when you’re holding something back. I’d rather you tell me that you don’t want to share something than feel like you have to hide it or lie to me,” he said.
You smiled at him. “My home life is really insane. I don’t want to get into something deeper if it’ll end up being too much for you. My family will always require more of my focus,” you said.
Sam nodded. “I’m not asking you to choose between me and your family. I’m asking for a chance to decide that for myself. I can’t do that without all of the facts.”
He was right. You knew he was right. It wasn’t fair to keep all of the cards and blame him for not being able to play. “It’s a lot. Can I swear to tell you in chunks?”
“I can work with that. So, that means I get a second date?” He asked and waggled his eyebrows.
“Boy, bye,” you said and chuckled. “But yes. Safe to say I want to go on a second date with you,” you said.
He nodded and got out of the car. He came around and opened the door for you. It was pointless fighting him on it at this point. He was just going to find a sneakier, faster way to do it. While it would be hilarious to see him scurry around the car to open the door for you, it was much easier to let him be a gentleman. And it was lowkey really nice.
You got out and Sam took your hand. He walked you to the door like a proper gentleman. At the door, Sam faced you. “I had a really good time with you. And I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. That’s all I want,” he said.
You stepped closer. “Just shut up and kiss me already,” you said.
Sam chuckled before getting closer and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was practically chaste. But then he smiled against your lips and kissed you like he meant it. He pressed his lips more firmly against yours.
He licked your bottom lip and you gasped. He slipped his tongue inside and cupped the back of your head. You melted against him and he held you up, taking the kiss from you. You followed his lead as he explored your mouth with his. The kiss felt magical. So magical that your panties grew damp.
You didn’t know how much time passed by before you broke apart, needing air. “Damn,” you said on a sigh.
Sam chuckled. He placed his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. He smelled faintly like the ice cream he had. “I’m gonna be counting the days until I can do that again,” he said.
“Don’t wait too long,” you said.
He chuckled and kissed you again. “You better get in the house before I embarrass myself,” he said.
You chuckled and kissed him one more time for the road. You unlocked the door and went inside with a tiny wave. He nodded. You closed the door and locked it and knocked on the door. He knocked back.
You heard the car door slam shut and then the driver’s side open and shut. The car turned over. You rested your back against the door, grinning like an idiot. You were glad that the house was dark so no one would catch the little dance you did.
As far as first dates went, he knocked it out of the park and you couldn’t wait for the second one.
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I find the whole "what makes a Loki a Loki" running theme so amazingly tragic, like.
"We’re destined to lose" "A Loki survives", etc. anyway, after rewatching Loki, reading some comics / books [the President Loki + journey into mystery series, as well as AOA and some of the immortal Thor] I’ve come to my own .. equally tragic conclusion.
What makes a Loki a *Loki* is the fact they lose everyone close to them, without fail, everytime. Sylvie’s whole timeline was ‘reset’ In journey into mystery [S1] Kid Loki says his nexus event was "Killing Thor" [total bullshit btw, they didn’t directly kill Thor, however, I digress.] , even after Kid Loki, classic Loki, boastful Loki and Ali Loki group together, they’re still split apart. [justice for Kid Loki btw, I love them so much and they’re so sad, little fella]
Boastful Loki betrays them, Classic Loki dies to Alioth for his glorious purpose, leaving only classic Loki + Alligator Loki [croki if you will], THEY. LOSE. EVERYONE. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Other Lokis, the ones who were pruned clearly lost everyone because .. they’re, well, Variants.
The ending to the show with Loki leaving everyone is further proof, and im almost certain that if I look into every Loki variant, every comic, whatever, it can and will have the same outcome. Sif said it, and I’m saying it. "You are alone, and you always will be."
What makes a Loki a Loki is that they’re destined to be alone, in the end, anyway.
#I hope this makes sense#im hyperfixated on Loki im sorry#Loki show#Loki#what makes a Loki a Loki#Loki odinson#loki laufeyson#classic Loki#president Loki#kid Loki#im sorry for the angst lately#im sorry for the spam#im sorry for saying sorry more than once in these tags#… im also sorry for how long this post is.
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Some more HCs about the Sigyn variants in tow in my Loki S2 ideas :
. Classic! Sigyn becomes like a Mary Poppins like aunt figure to the rest. She understands what all her variants have been through and shit and tries her best to offer them empathy
. MCU! Sigyn defo is a rebel leader in this Loki S2. However, Even tho she becomes a Princess by marriage. She lacks experience in comparison to Classic! Sigyn, which can sometime leads to tough spots. Nevertheless, she often looks to Classic! Sigyn for advice and is an empathetic person who tries her best to make everyone feel included
. 616! Sigyn.....sadly becomes a deconstructed version of a Classic Princess trope and basically, at those points, becomes a shell of herself and even FORGOT what it's like to enjoy some of the things she enjoyed before. Through the rest of the Sigyn variants in tow, 616! Sigyn remembers who she is, and her life changed forever
. Fox! Sigyn is a playful and sometimes flirty fox who also loves animal fashion related shit and can be FERAL in attack. She is sweet AND fierce
. The Sigyn variants in tow basically become a superhero group that leads a Rebellion against the TVA
. They all just eventually came to hate Sylvie altogether cuz honestly Sylvie has become insufferable
. Like Sylvie constantly whines about her struggles while all the Sigyn variants in tow are like, '.....We get that you been through shit but they way you keep whining about it is becoming REALLY annoying. "
. Justice Friends! Sigyn aka Sigrid kinda reminds me of Glinda the Good Witch, Sugar Plum Fairy and Millie( Helluva Boss ) in some ways. She basically loves space pop related matters, got a beautiful silvery magic wand and also has a sweet tooth
. Valhalla 1986! Sigyn becomes a therapist of the Sigyn variants - defo is skilled in Healer related shit and TRIES her best to offer solace to the rest of the Sigyn variants. She defo SOBS with 616! Sigyn after hearing about 616! Sigyn's heart wrenching story
. These 2 Sigyn variants may not appear in Loki S2 - it's just a fun idea of mine
. Ofc they defo regularly compliment each other on their magic styles
. And then they probably bet on WHEN Sylvie is gonna turn her back on the rest of the Loki variants in tow
. Cuz ALL the Sigyn variants in tow sensed something fishy with Sylvie from the start
. ALL of them would LOVE the Barbie movie ( I LOVE THAT MOVIE TOO!!! ) 🤩🤩🤩🥺🥺🥺
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Is there an iconic/classic piece of art or media that you associate with each of the main cast that sums them up on an aesthetic level for you as the writer? (for me, I associate Freedom w/ the ecstasy of st teresa)
THE ECSTASY OF ST TERESA YOU SAY??? Oh my god I am so obsessed with that statue that it isn't even funny. I wrote an entire essay about the most obscure topic ever in a cultures class just to have the excuse of talking about it 💀
Anywho-- I selected the art based on meaning instead of aesthetics. I didn't really realize I was doing it until half way through, and then I decided to just stick with it.
CW: Blood/gore
MC: Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel
Vethna: The Hesitant Fianceé by Auguste Telamouche
Nikke: The Return of Marcus Sextus by Pierre-Narcisse Guérin
Jost: Clytemnestra Hesitates Before Killing the Sleeping Agamemnon by Pierre-Narcisse Guérin
Amilia: Apollo and Daphne by Bernini
Sabir: The Death of Caesar by Jean-Léon Gérôme.
Syfyn: Requiescat by Briton Rivière vs. Lady Justice by Raf Grassetti
Freedom: Tamara and Demon by Konstantin Makovsky.
Marcelle: Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan by Ilya Repin.
Emeline: Pietá by Michelangelo
Esmerelda: Loki and Sigyn by Marten Eskil OR The Execution of Lady Jean Grey by Paul Delaroche...
Trystan: Saturn Devouring His Son by Francisco de Goya
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Aridivus Naulvonte: Sacrifice of Isaac by Caravaggio.
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Okok so it’s totally ok if you don’t remember much because honestly I don’t either 😭
Loki x son!teen!reader this one is gonna have like, plot holes, but we’re gonna just ignore that- ok so some how, we don’t need to come up with a big back story, but for context reader ends up getting imprisoned (?) by the TVA with his dad Loki. Time skip, they end up in the void where they meet the other Loki variants, but once Alioth (the big purple fog time monster) starts coming after them, they all try to run for shelter but reader and Loki get separated. Maybe reader ends up with president Loki but has attitude with him because that Loki isn’t his actual dad. And all reader wants to do is find his dad, and vice versa with Loki. They end up finding each other and reader just runs and tackles him with a huge hug, both of them thinking they lost each other.
ANON this is so cute- it does have a few plot holes, likely, and I hope I did this request justice.
please enjoy, and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are
[Almost] a Loss
Dad!Loki x !son!teen!reader
cw: violence, some blood (quick), implied death
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All around, the landscape is gray, barren, and foggy. With nothing but wreckage littering the dirty ground, a few disheveled trees, it looks like something from your worst nightmares.
Which that, it was.
You stand in the middle of this void, searching this dry ass landscape in hopes of seeing your father, Sylvie, any of them. But your eyes only see so far before any silhouette becomes blurred in the fog’s shadow.
“Damn it.” You mutter- seeing no sign of him. The real him, that is.
During the chaos of violence between all the Loki variants, you had followed your dad and kid Loki through Classic Loki’s smoky, green portal to escape the madness.
But, something went wrong.
Before your body was fully passed through, the edges turned a deep purple color, and you felt a rush hit your head. Stumbling, you came out in a completely different spot. It had taken you a second to realize, too, that you were now alone.
“No, no no no-“ you think in a quick panic, whipping around in hopes that your dad will be right behind you, but your heart drops when you see no one. You’re lost.
“Shit,” you curse, spinning around like an idiot trying to find even a silhouette, a shadow. But the misty smoke that had crowded your vision before evaporated with the rest of the portal, and your shoulders drop with a shaky breath.
Until you find them, you’re on your own.
The crack of a stick snaps no more than 20 feet away from you, and your head snaps towards the sound.
“Ugh- those damn bastards-“, none other than President Loki walks towards you, coming out of seemingly nowhere. He’s grunting, and still missing a hand. Great.
Your stare hardens into a glare, and the small glint of hope shriveled in the back of your mind.
President Loki is still trudging forward, grasping on to his wrist painfully. Curses jumble on the way out of his mouth, and there’s a blade sticking out of his shoulder. You wince, seeing the small stain of red that surrounds the handle.
“Ngh- help me, will you?” Using his free hand, he grabs the handle and rips it out of the busted shoulder pad hastily- not too deep, but blood still glistens around its sharp edges. You look away when he throws it to the ground, and scoff.
The man side eyes your hunched figure, bitterly.
“Some respect,” he hisses, “would be great.”
It’s beginning to feel cold, the air around you, and the heat from your crossed arms fails to do much. You’re cold, tired, angry, and your father has disappeared with three other versions of himself- one being a reptile. Hearing the bitter quips in his words, you roll your eyes and begin to walk away.
You want to be out of this damn void, to be as far from here as possible.
President Loki scrambles after you, the cracked sticks and gravel crunching under his boots.
“I never thought ‘my son’ would be so rude-“ he says, and your head snaps to his direction.
“I’m not your son, don’t get twisted. You’re not my father, just some clone.” You say through gritted teeth, clenching your fists tightly. This man is infuriatingly obnoxious, it’s sad to think he and your father and almost the same.
“Excuse me-“ the still intact hand reaches for your shoulder, dried blood smeared across the edges of his palm.
“Don’t touch me-“
Before you could successfully slap his hand away from you, a sudden surge runs through the ground, the soil. Its force makes you both stumble, and your shoes scuff against the ground as you try to regain your footing.
“Oh gods,” President Loki mumbles, eyes wide, “not again.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean,” he doesn’t answer, too busy looking around in sudden panic, “what is it, what’s happening?”
The fabric around your shoulder scrunches between his knuckles, and he’s dragging you. To where, you don’t know, but the continuous rumble under your feet doesn’t let you stop.
“Hey!” You yell, running the best you can when he’s still dragging you by your collar.
“Just keep moving!” He yells.
Out of the corner of your eye, a growing form turns in the distance. Clouds of black fog whip around in the air, a face formed of red light and smoky features hurls itself across the land. Your eyes widen.
“Oh. Shit.”
Suddenly, you’re pushing past P. Loki’s strong grip and sprinting forward. You tug his sleeve, telling him to follow.
Across the way, you spot a dusty, rotting shell made of wood sits broken on the ground- looking like the remnants of a ship. It smells like wet soil and dirt, the odor pricking your nose while you press your back against it. Panting, President Loki joins you.
“What the hell are you-“
“Shut up.” You say, breathless.
“I’m saving your life, you ungrateful little weasel-“ he scowls. Exasperated, you finally give him a second glance.
“Can you fuck off?” You pant, and he grumbles.
Ducking your head around the bend of the boat, you spot the creature once more. It’s gotten bigger, it seems- it’s getting closer.
The few structures and scattered objects in its path disappear under its foggy form, lightening strikes every time it gets closer.
You whip your head back around, and shrink further into the rotting wood. You wonder where your dad is, if he too has shrunk beneath the monsters smoke. The thought makes you wince.
“What is that thing?” The pads of your fingers dig into the soil beneath you, as if grasping for something to hold.
President Loki swallows the lump in his throat, head tilted against the boat.
“…the Alioth.” He speaks hesitantly, voice hushed like someone might hear.
“The what?” The name is unfamiliar to you, just like the new scared tone coming from someone who mere minutes ago was being as obnoxious as ever. But now, its tense- birds screech in the distance, and dust glides across the surface from the “Alioth”.
“It-“
Instead of a rumble, the almost relieving sound of another person is what cuts off his voice. It’s a bit distant, harder to hear over the whispers of power that seem to bounce from Alioth’s smoky figure.
“Come and get me!” You peak over the edge of the boat’s rim, seeing two lights in contrast with the bright red. Green, surging in circles in front of someone, another Loki. And orange- the waving flicker of a flame.
The raspy yell is all too familiar, and your heart pounds. It couldn’t be your dad, no, not the real him.
The two figures are far away, you can barely make out any more than their silhouette, but there’s such a chilling feeling rattling your insides and you just can’t shake the feeling that maybe it is.
“No…” you swallow shakily, hands clutching the wood so tightly your knuckles feel strained on its surface.
“What are you-“
The question barely registers itself in your head, blocking out President’s voice. You’re up, running right towards the figures, towards the monster.
“Hey! Come back you moron!” President Loki shouts after you, “Hey!”
But you don’t listen, you don’t turn around. Stumbling over rocks, around weeds and forgotten poles, you run. He’s too close, your dad always got too close to danger. It’s not the first time, no, and you’re not going to let it be the last.
“Dad!” You scream, voice feeling hoarse. Your heart is pumping against your bones, your breathing loud in your ears.
“Dad!-“
Suddenly, a wall forms in front of you. You skid to a halt, stumbling back from the sudden action, eyes wide.
It’s not just one wall, though. Various walls, pillars, and walkways begin to appear right in front of your eyes, all outlined by the smoky green of Classic Loki’s magic.
The man stands proud and tall, flowing with all his power in the middle of the growing buildings. Green energy circles his hands, and with strain in his muscles, in his voice, he stands.
You’re unable to see your father anymore, now blocked by a building that you know you’ve seen many times. As the city gets higher, bigger, you know from where.
Asgard.
Glorious golden pillars, now shadow and smoke.
“Go!” Classic Loki shouts, and only now you recognize the fog beginning to seep closer to the city’s edge. It’s a distraction.
More shouts, but you can’t make out the voices anymore. Too much is happening around you, smoky tendrils are beginning to circle the area in which you stand. The fake city breaks and rebuilds with green energy, and you begin to stumble trying to back away as quickly as possible. Soon, it breaks.
Through the vines of black smoke you faintly see another green energy- Sylvie. But you don’t know how to get there, don’t know where you are. Across the way- Classic Loki stands in front of Alioth with all the power left in his bones.
“Glorious purpose!” Are his last words, before he’s swept away by the Alioth’s wrath.
A surge of wind flows, you nearly tumble to the floor. You have to move, have to get away.
You have to find your dad.
More tendrils fly, snaking around the dust. You try to run, feeling something coursing through your veins. A quick glimpse at your hand and you see the electric green glow, like linework on your skin.
You face the monster again, still walking backwards hoping to have some way to defend yourself. But when your foot catches a rock, you trip and land on the ground.
“No, no.”
Your veins still flow through your skin, still course with adrenaline and power. But you feel frozen, stuck in the path of destructive fog. You squeeze your eyes shut, turn your face away.
.
.
But nothing happens.
Slowly, you open your eyes once more- only to find smoke falling like ash.
It takes you a moment to process, to realize that the red glow had disappeared. It had been broken.
Alioth is dead.
Shakily, you sit back up, but can only go as far as kneeling. Your heart still pounds from the shock, and for a moment you feel dazed.
“Y/n!”
You freeze, and look to the voice.
Your dad comes running, shirt dirty and nearly torn, and immediately it’s like a weight lifted from your shoulders.
A sigh of relief, and you’re stumbling onto your feet again. You don’t have time to think before you’re running, running until your dad is right in front of you again. He throws his arms around your shoulders, and pulls you so close that your cheek is pressed into his collarbone.
“Oh my god… oh my god…” you mumble, mind racing out of relief. He’s here, alive and not some pile of dust left behind in the ashes of this void.
Even as the cloud begins to part, stricken with electric green, and the old manor is revealed from its foggy haze- neither of you are able to let go just yet.
“I thought I’d lost you back there.” He laughs, pulling away to examine your face. You shake your head.
“I thought you got obliterated.” He laughs at that.
One last time, you hug him again as if you’re still not entirely sure that it’s real, that he’s there.
You feel Sylvie watching, but you stay close to his side. Loki’s arm rests across your shoulders, and he pats your arm.
“Ready?” He asks, and you look out at the road ahead.
“Ready.” You reply, before walking forward with your father close by and Sylvie shifting to your left.
You’re almost there.
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⭐ Name: Sandra, but you can tell me Sandy 😉.
⭐Age: I feel like I'm 15 years old, I stopped counting at 19 and my friends say that I act like I'm 5 years old XD hahaha ... Nah! I just turned 23 years old this August n_n.
💔 Occupation: Being a universitary girl XD ... Yes! It's so fun! (sarcasm).
🩷 Some things that I love it: Read (I read all kinds of books and about my favorite ships on Ao3! 🤭), cook desserts, listen to music while I do other activities like my homework or when I read, Greek mythology (The love between us will never die! 💗).
⭐Saint Seiya (or Knights of the Zodiac). I found this beautiful serie when I was 7 years old. My favorite is the original serie, although I also like the Lost Canvas a lot and Episode G (because Aioria is the protagonist). Soul of Gold gives me mixed feelings. From Omega and Next Dimension, better don't ask me; my mind lives in denial. My favorite characters are the Golden Saints, especially Aioros and Aioria, being Aioria my super favorite.
Thanks to Saint Seiya I developed a great love for the stars 💫 and I have many scientific books on the subject, as well as books of myths and legends about the constellations ✨.
💥 I'm a Marvel Girl. I love those tormented superheroes and antiheroes. I basically grew up watching Marvel since Iron Man came out in 2008 and I immersed myself fully in the world of the comics, I have a lot of comics and books on my bookshelf 🤭. My favorites are: Iron Man ♥️, Captain America, Spider-Man, Loki, the X-Men, Black Widow and Scarlet Witch, in all their presentations and with all their charms and defects!.
🍿Series: Friends, Full House, The big bang theory, How I met your mother and How I met your father, Modern Family, Mom, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel... I love it K-Dramas like Goblin: The lonely and great God, Crash landing on you, Tale of the Nine Tailed 😋, I have also watched many animes like Sailor Moon, Ouran High School Host Club, Toradora, Code Geass, Inuyasha, Kaleido Star, Shaman King, Attack on Titan... it's a long list and I don't remember everything at this moment 🤔. Miraculous Ladybug (I know it's for kids, but ... there is Chat Noir 🖤).
🐉In my House of the Dragon era 🖤: Like many people, I was also terribly disappointed with the horrible ending of Game of Thrones, but I really loved Fire and Blood when I read it in 2020... so I decided to give the serie a chance when I saw the first trailer... and I don't regret it! 🥳. I liked Daemon and Rhaenyra so much in the book and absolutely loved them in the TV Show! (Matt and Emma are incredible! ❣️). Another character that I loved in the book and the one I always wanted to know more about was Jacaerys Velaryon and I must say that I am very pleased with the choice of Harry Collett 😍 (oh yeah baby! 🔥).
I really hope that the directors and writers do justice to this wonderful crown prince! 🥰, because for me he is already one of my favorite characters of all time! ❣️.
🎥 Favorite Movies: Troy 2004 (did I mention I'm a Greek mythology lover?), the Star Wars saga 💫 (1-6 only), The Great Gatsby, A Walk to Remember, Harry Potter 🪄 (books and movies), The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Hobbit trilogy, The Hunger Games saga ❣️(books and movies), The Twilight saga 😊 (books and movies).
I love Studio Ghibli movies with all my heart 💗 since my dad bought me the movie of Kiki Delivery Service when I was a 6-year-old little girl.
I love everything Disney and Pixar does 💗😘. (think of the happiest things, It's the same as having wings! 🎶)
🎧 Music: I have a very varied taste in music, some would say strange 😅, but if I like the rhythm and lyrics of the song I will surely add it to my playlist (mainly I like rock), AC / DC, Queen, Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, Linkin Park, Evanescence, Within Temptation, Imagine Dragons, Beyoncé, Ed Sheeran, Lana del Rey, Taylor Swift and Katy Perry. I enjoy classical music too 🩷.
⭐ Something more about me: I am an inveterate dreamer and extremely perfectionist. I express myself better by writing than talking 😚.
I haven't drawn anything in almost 5 years and when I did I used to draw with traditional media (watercolor, charcoal, colored pencils, gouche and acrylic paints 🖌️).
But since October (from last year), when I saw Harry Collett as Prince Jacaerys, I felt a desire to draw that I hadn't felt in a long time ❣️.
This is my first time trying to draw in digital media, I hope you like what you see! 😘 (YouTube tutorials don't fail me now! 😭). I spent the whole summer practicing🥺.
P.S: Sorry if exist some error, the english is not my firts lenguage.
#HouseoftheDragon#Saint Seiya#Marvel#My first time using Tumblr#I do not know what I'm doing#Jacaerys Velaryon#Tony Stark my beloved#Brainrot made me do this#Rhaenyra Targaryen#Daemon Targaryen
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Thoughts on Narek’s character
I started writing this ridiculous essay in June of 2021 after I watched season 1 of Picard. @shadowinthefire found a post from back then about the fact that I was writing this whole-ass essay and asked if I would post the essay itself, which I never finished because I decided it wasn’t worth it to start fights with people (and I gained enough distance from the specific irritating exchanges I had about Narek, reported in the essay below, that they were no longer actively pissing me off).
I put the whole thing under a “read more” link because I realize that most people will not care XD
Having finished watching season 1 of Star Trek: Picard, attempted to talk to some people about it, and poked around in the tags, I have found that Narek is the most polarizing character. He seems to be this show/fandom’s Loki or Kylo Ren: one segment of the fandom (myself included; I’m habitually prone to villain-sympathizing) finds him at least somewhat sympathetic and thinks he has the potential for redemption, while another considers him a worthless, irredeemable jerk and “abuser”... a term that’s more appropriately applied here than to some of the other polarizing characters it’s thrown at, but I’m not entirely sure it’s to the point here, either, and I think the emotional charge of the word (inevitably associated with the ‘social justice’ sensibilities of the Tumblr Left) often obscures more than it illuminates.
Insofar as Narek deceives Soji, manipulates her, uses her for his own aims (finding the synths’ homeworld), tries to kill her, and then follows her after she escapes -- all while claiming that he loves her, and possibly even believing it himself -- it seems apropos to term it an abusive relationship, and him an abuser. However, most relationship abuse, as we tend to understand it, doesn’t involve an intelligence agent seducing a target for information. In general, it strikes me as odd to talk about spies who use “honeypotting” or “honeytrapping” as a tactic as “abusers,” because the point is very different. The target is not just a random victim for the spy to control for the sake of a power trip; there’s something specific that the spy wants to accomplish, and the target is collateral damage in the pursuit of that aim. (This is also different from raising and molding children to serve a specific purpose in a way that’s harmful to them, which definitely counts as abuse -- think Enabran Tain with Garak in DS9, or Thanos with Gamora and Nebula in the MCU. Parents have a special responsibility to their children, biological or adopted, to love them unconditionally and act in their best interests. People get into sexual relationships for all kinds of reasons, and while you might think we all have a Kantian responsibility not to treat others as a mere means, it seems unhelpful to apply the term “abuse” to all violations of that duty.)
In the case of Narek and Soji specifically: he sincerely believes that synthetic life will bring about the destruction of all organic life in the galaxy (or universe?), and thinks there is a real possibility that she is Seb-Cheneb, the Destroyer foretold in ancient myths that seemed to be corroborated by the Admonition, which he believes to be the historical testimony of a highly advanced society. From that perspective, Soji is a powerful and dangerous enemy, even though Narek knows that she doesn’t recognize that yet, and is to that extent innocent.
So, what about the fact that Narek keeps claiming that he loves Soji, even during and after his attempt to kill her? That sounds like classic abuser shit: the whole “I love you so much I can’t let anyone else have you,” “the reason I hurt you is because I love you,” “you have to forgive me because I love you so much.” It may or may not matter whether you think he believed it himself: abusers (the argument goes) don’t know what real love is; they might think they love their victim, but they couldn’t really love them if they’re still capable of hurting them. FWIW, I think he does believe he loves her, and it’s not just something he’s lying about to get her to trust him; and I think that largely because Narissa accuses him of having fallen in love with Soji. Narissa, as his sister, knows him very well, and psychopaths (which I think Narissa is but Narek is not) are often very perceptive about other people’s emotions.
Parts of the abuser pattern don’t apply to Narek: he never says he’s hurting Soji because he loves her; it’s all very much despite. But isn’t it abusively manipulative to say that he loves her -- even if he thinks it’s true -- first while he’s trying to gain her trust for the sake of betraying her, then, while crying, when he’s trying to kill her, and again when sees her after having tried to kill her? Isn’t he saying it to try to get her to feel sorry for him or feel guilty for holding him prisoner, to make her doubt herself, to give him an opening to escape and try to kill her again, along with all of her people?
Well... yes and no. Saying he loves her while he’s still working on getting her to reveal the location of the android planet is a tactic; it’s part of the honey trap thing. Falling in love with the target of your honeypot scheme is very bad form for a spy, but it’s a pretty common feature of spy stories involving that strategy. (A major departure from the way that trope usually shows up -- which I think is relevant to the difference in how people perceive it -- is that in this case the honey-trapper is a man and the target is a woman, so they’re easier to fit onto the abuser/victim template. If you do think that female spies are abusing the men they seduce, props for consistency.) I think the crying is a genuine emotional response, whether or not you want to confer the honorific of love on whatever feelings he has for her (attempting to outline criteria for love that could determine whether or not Narek’s feelings for Soji fall into that category is beyond the scope of this essay). In any case, he’s not happy about having to kill her, even though he’s still convinced it’s completely necessary.
I’m not sure he’s actually trying to accomplish anything by continuing to say he loves her when he’s a prisoner on Coppelia. Maybe he wants her to feel sorry for him, or forgive him, but he’s also very upfront at this point about what he thinks she is and what he’s trying to do, and I don’t think he expects her to let him go or anything. I think he’s just saying it because (he thinks) it’s true. Of course it hurts Soji to keep hearing him say it, because it’s a reminder of how he betrayed her trust, and if he were more sensitive to her feelings, he wouldn’t keep saying it. So he’s being emotionally selfish, but he also thinks/hopes they’re both going to die imminently (I doubt he has any hope of escaping before the Romulan fleet “sterilizes” the planet), so I suspect he’s saying it in a “nothing matters anyway” mode.
To be clear, I don’t think Narek is a good person, and I don’t ship him with anyone other than a good therapist. I just don’t think he’s evil, and I feel bad for him rather than hating him (though I think Soji is completely justified in hating him). I think he’s an OK, flawed, but morally weak person in a no-win situation -- much like Theon Greyjoy in season 2 of Game of Thrones (or A Clash of Kings, if you go by the books), whom I also sympathized with even before all the torture and mutilation (definitely a minority position).
I also don’t think it’s particularly helpful to label him with the Tumblr-SJ-morally-loaded term “abuser” -- which is deliberately used to mark anyone who finds him (or similar characters) sympathetic as a Bad Ally, as bad in specifically Social Justice-y terms. (When I said in a Discord discussion that “I’m more inclined than most people to try to take the perspective of prima facie unsympathetic characters,” an anti-Narek person replied, “I also try to take the perspective of prima facie ‘unsympathetic’ characters, which are often female and/or people of color. I think that’s different to ‘evil’ characters that just reinforce traditional power structures.” Wow, cool. So you’re accusing me of sympathizing with the oppressor, and saying that you, virtuously, only sympathize with villains under the only circumstances when it’s morally acceptable: namely, if the villain belongs to a social category that’s marginalized in the actual world. Way to reduce fiction to Hot-Button Social Issues.)
Parallels with Other Characters
Garak, Deep Space Nine
I tried (unsuccessfully) to make the case to someone that aspects of Narek’s situation are not unlike Garak’s at some of his morally lowest moments in DS9: first when he unwillingly tortures Odo in “The Die is Cast,” both to prove himself to Tain so he can go home and to protect Odo from possibly worse torture; and then when he tries to destroy the Founders’ homeworld in “Broken Link” while Bashir (whom we can all assume he loves) is also on the planet.
Narek pretty obviously doesn’t enjoy hurting Soji, but he does it because he thinks he has to. Unlike Garak, who stops torturing Odo at some point, Narek goes through with his plan to kill Soji, even while expressing his unhappiness about it. The person I was talking to took that as a sign of Garak’s superior moral character, and perhaps a sign that while his concern and distress were sincere, Narek’s was not. I’m not sure we can draw that conclusion (even if I do think that Garak is a better person than Narek, on the whole). Garak also stopped torturing Odo because he knew perfectly well that he couldn’t actually tell them anything useful about the Founders and that he wasn’t going to get anything more out of him by continuing to torture him, and he didn’t think Tain expected him to torture Odo to death as a condition of returning home. By contrast, Narek went through with his plan to kill Soji because he was quite sure at this point that she was the Destroyer destined to bring an end to all organic life. The reason Garak stopped while Narek didn’t wasn’t (just) because Garak is a better person; it was also because Garak didn’t think he could still accomplish anything by continuing to torture Odo, while Narek’s goals still demanded that he kill Soji.
So that brought me to a case where Garak doesn’t stop of his own accord in trying to do something morally reprehensible: his attempt to destroy the Founders’ homeworld, and thus to commit genocide, in “Broken Link” -- which would also result in killing Dr. Bashir, who’s definitely his friend and arguably his beloved. He’s willing to do that because the female Founder has threatened Cardassia with annihilation, and he believes it’s necessary to save Cardassia. This action and its motivation is pretty closely parallel with Narek’s. Indeed, Narek has better moral math on this one: he’s trying to kill one person he (thinks he) loves and (eventually) to commit a genocide of synths to save all organic life, not just a single species and its empire.
My opponent argued that Garak is still more sympathetic because he believes he will die as a result of his action, and therefore he, unlike Narek, is willing to make sacrifices for his cause. I think it’s unfair to draw that conclusion because the situations aren’t exactly parallel, and Narek doesn’t expect to die as a result of killing Soji. He tells a guard not to lower the force field to pursue Soji because of the radiation in the room where he’d trapped her, but why doesn’t he go in himself? Probably because the radiation would escape and kill other people, which he doesn’t want to do. Does he think he’s risking his life by taking a ship alone to pursue her? Not clear; possibly not. He probably does think he’s risking his life by going to Raffi and Rios for help in stopping the synths from building and activating the beacon, and in offering himself to be used as bait to get into the compound. Because I think he has genuine feelings for Soji (again, not weighing in on whether it’s “love”), I think that killing her in pursuit of the aims of the Zhat Vash is a sacrifice... but I realize that may not make him sound particularly sympathetic. I’m reminded of Thanos sacrificing Gamora for the Soul Stone in Infinity War, which was some definite bullshit -- but I also think his goal is way more stupid than Narek’s and the relationship actually does count as abusive, for the reasons explained above. Nonetheless, I think some of us would be willing to say that killing Bashir to save Cardassia was a genuine sacrifice for Garak, and would have been whether or not he also expected to die himself. Does that only count because it would have been collateral damage rather than the immediate goal, and thus subject to the “doctrine of double effect”?
Note from Jan 2023: I also planned to write sections fleshing out the comparison with Theon Greyjoy in season 2/book 2 of GOT/ASOIAF, and another one comparing Narek’s situation to that of Thomas Sharpe in Guillermo del Toro’s film Crimson Peak. I leave these as exercises for the reader...
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Sigyn's loki is fucking dead I'm so sick and tried of logyn shippers ignoring that. Of course loki's friends won't let her beat the shit out of him(spoilers she actually can't) because their friend did nothing wrong to her. Actually open agent of asgard and read it people,classic loki is right there in the void and literally said he were dead, god. Sigyn is never getting her justice because again her fucking loki is dead leave ikol be and stop acting he deserves to get the shit beaten out of him for actions he never did.
Of course he dosen't want to deal with his past self mistakes.
Like actually leave him be you people are making me wanna hate sigyn and she did nothing wrong
It's enough that he's suffering because of the other characters inside the story.
#loki marvel#marvel comics#loki 616#marvel 616#agent of asgard#loki laufeyson#comics loki#loki#loki laufeydottri#sigyn
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Ares - The God of War needed a new picture, I found this the other day and really liked it from Voltaire’s Insta. Ares -has- been exiled due to the “game” he and Loki have been playing for well over a millennia that was shattered by Sara and her travels through time. He’s up to something, though I can’t figure out exactly what is going on. But if I’ve learned anything about my characters, when they want an update, something's brewing.
Xavier Medici - I finally managed to settle on a good picture for Xavier, though it’s not mine, I found it somewhere and I’m pretty sure it’s actually a painting. But...it works! Xavier has been one of the ones behind the scenes of Section for most of its inception, bringing in Justice Malone to work with him and Jurgen Uri in order to wrangle in some of the supernatural forces existing under the normal world.
Jón Kristiansen - 38-ish years old, former performer for Cirque Du Soleil, classically and modernly trained ballet dancer, recently divorced and looking to do something more contemporary with his talents. His nickname is JJ, I think because his middle name starts with a J too, but it’s got a complicated spelling so he doesn’t typically use it. “Icelandic heritage, go figure” More recently he’s done choreography for several blockbuster films including La La Land and the unfortunate Cats remake. He doesn’t like to claim that one, who can blame him?
He is recently divorced, after 10yrs with his husband he was accused of cheating with a younger musician, which he was not doing. The 20-something was a friend, nothing else. His ex got most things in their settlement so he’s looking to pick up the pieces and do something new
Wizarding World characters!
Firstly, I changed Orion Marcone to someone else, and I know the robe looks weird but I’m kind of proud of it. Orion is the grandson of Newt Scamander and is just like him. A little autistic, a little hyper and obsessed with the care and treatment of magical creatures (and he likes a lot of Muggle things too, he’s got a small collection of miscellaneous muggle items like marbles and some other things he’s found interesting). Orion works closely with Hagrid down in the Magical Menagerie, an offshoot greenhouse type building made especially for his grandfather’s creatures. Inside there’s a Niffler, a Demiguise and a wider variety of magical beasts for the students to learn about, understand and know how to identify and protect.
Daegon Targaryen - Daegon is the middle brother of the Targaryen family and dangerous when provoked. He works for the Ministry as an Auror though he’s not so much about catching the Dark Wizards as he is doing what he can to keep certain ones from being found. He and his sister Seraphina (sp?) are a couple though when she turns to Barty Crouch Jr when he steps up as the Dark Lord. Daegon serves no one but his family and himself and has intention on taking over as the Minister of Magic once Barty’s vision is finally realized. (Barty will end up changing his name to Emeric Crouch shortly after taking over as the Dark Lord, there’s nothing less intimidating than Barty)
Geralt Targaryen - Geralt is the eldest of the family and in love with his youngest sister, Beatrice, whom he takes a very dominant position over. He has been traveling off and on throughout the magical world, I’m not sure what he does exactly but he’s been in Romania working with dragons since the family is known as the only remaining dragon riders in the world. He commands a massive Ukranian Ironbelly, and though he doesn’t like the Weasleys much, he will work with them. When his sister tells him that she’s taken up the right hand of the new Dark Lord it sparks a bit of confusion until he finds out what happened to Voldemort then commits the dragons of his brood to Barty (Emeric).
Thom Lanier Crouch (Targaryen) - The only biological son of Barty Crouch and Seraphina Targaryen, Thom is a 5th year Slytherin who has some interesting abilities due to his family being dragon riders and almost always dark wizards. He has the ability to use a form of the Imperious Curse in his voice, without actually casting the spell directly in order to influence people to do what he wants. He starts out his time in Hogwarts being friends and later wanting to be more than friends with the muggle born Diana Vaughn though when things at home take a turn, he attempts to turn Kristy Summers to the Dark arts so her ancient magic can be used to help with the revolution his mother and father are planning. Tom’s heart isn’t really in it and after seeing what kind of damage the ancient magic can do, he turns his back on his family in order to help his friends and go back to Diana, if she’ll have him.
Kadence “Kai” Hightower - Auror for the Ministry of Magic and MACUSA, he is also Percival Graves’ former brother in law. After his little brother turned dark on him and his husband, Kai sought a way to recover from the pull of the darkness himself. He and his brother had always been close. Kai was first introduced to Evelyn Monroe when she met Percy the first time to get her mark removed and start down her own path as an Auror. He fell in love with her quickly and they spent quite a bit of time together, but because she was in mourning of her lost son and the supposed death of her husband, Barty, he didn’t make a move too quickly to get into her favor, but rather set himself up as a friend and consort should she need a shoulder to fall on. When the darkness sets in over London as a new Dark Lord rises to power from the ashes of the last, Kai takes a transfer from MACUSA to the Ministry and is brought on as an extra hand at Hogwarts for the security of the students.
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caoimhin 2022 reading wrap up
- Gideon the Ninth & Harrow the Ninth - good. made me insane. read them basically cover to cover. awesome
- The Hobbit - 10/10 it's the fuckin hobbit man. this was of course a re-read because I'm cultured
- The Great Gatsby - cool. enjoyed. also a re-read. so true fitzgerald materialism is bad. I love gay people
- Dogsbody - so good. dwj's ability to balance the themes of her stories always gets me. I need to read more of her books
- Howl's Moving Castle - I've read it more than 10 times in the last two years I love it so much 10000/10
- A Study In Charlotte - I love me some sherlock holmes. I love autism. I love people who are fucked up. enjoyed it as much as I did when I was 13
- Castle In The Air - hmc sequel. gets better every re-read. dwj poses an earth shattering question: what if all your favorite characters got even stupider? (this is about prince justin. he's the worst I love him)
- A River Runs Through It - destroyed me. holy shit. I finished that last page and had to go lay down for awhile. I was thinking about it for days. I am haunted by waters. god. good lord almighty.
- House of Many Ways - MASSIVE tone shift from a river runs through it. Charmain is a bitch and I like her so much. twinkle sucks. 9 million out of ten I love you Sophie Pendragon
- Howl's Moving Castle - by the time you finish homw you have to start hmc again to distract yourself from the series ending. howl and sophie were holding one another's hands and smiling and smiling quite unable to stop. I'm gonna pass out
- Hamlet - fuckin classic duh. I read this for the first time in seventh grade because I'm better than everyone. there's a reason it's one of the most widely known pieces of literature ever written
- Pride and Prejudice - also better every time I read it. Jane Austen is a genius. I wish I had an Elizabeth to my Darcy
- The Lightning Thief - percy jackson my beloved
- Sea of Monsters - retweet
- Storm Front - harry dresden is a bitch
- Fool Moon - harry dresden gets grievously injured, still manages to kill people
- Grave Peril - michael carpenter my beloved
- Summer Knight - karrin murphy btw (she is not enjoying herself)
- Death Masks - I love small children who carry great magical power
- Persuasion - Jane Austen I love you. I played minecraft prolifically while I listened to this book. it was so good. genuinely amazing. love love love
- Loki: Agent of Asgard - I always start this and I'm like "ha ha funny comic book" and then by the end I'm completely decimated. the art is so cool and I love watching it change throughout the run. conceptually the whole story and premise are so amazing. I can't really explain the extent of how good it is and do it justice. it's just awesome
- Pride and Prejudice - I forgot that I read this twice but if it's on the list you'd better be damn sure it happened
- The Raven Boys - I love pretentious glasses-wearing teenage boys (me irl)
- Patriot Games - the Harrison Ford movie is better but it was chill ig.
- Dream Thieves - fuck shit up little man
- Blue Lily, Lily Blue - popular among welsh voices in my head
- Murder on the Orient Express - AMAZING. I love hercule poirot so much. although I sort of knew the general ending, having seen, you know, literally any TV show made in the last 100 years, I was really surprised and pleased with the way the whole novel unfolded itself. awesome
- The Raven King - honestly awesome ending to the series. thoroughly enjoyed
- Rebecca - books that changed me at age 8. not sure why my mother chose to give me this book at that age but I'm forever glad she did. Rebecca is dead the entire story and she haunts it more than any ghost could. Spectacular. something about Mrs de Winter's name never being told to us or said out loud, but Rebecca's name being EVERYWHERE.... fantastic
- Blood Rites - I LOVE YOU THOMAS
- Never Let Me Go - I understand why this was award winning and I think I will never read it again
- Howl's Moving Castle - what better way to end my year. howl said I think we ought to live happily ever after and sophie thought he meant it. also I got the fancy illustrated hardcover version for Christmas and I am so happy. I will not be lending it to anyone ever. it's my baby.
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Trust the Golden Scales, They Know Best
masterlist & summary
pairing: loki x oc (sigrid hastain)
playlist: classical
a/n: please have mercy this is quite literally the first fanfiction i've ever posted ;--;
word count: 3.9k (guys im sorry)
Chapter One:
Why was she so angry?
Contrary to popular belief, Sigrid was very glad that she was finally going to be returning home. She had never been the ungrateful type -- especially compared to her older sister, Arya -- so Sigrid’s furious outburst at the news of her family’s return to Asgard certainly was unexpected. Of course news spread around Asgard and the colonies, but Sigrid never expected the rumors to circle back to Omnipotent City, where she was studying.
But why did Sigrid have such a negative reaction? Her seething response truly didn’t encapsulate her feelings for the news she received. But now she was left to ponder her feelings as she anxiously braced herself for her mother’s livid welcoming.
Maybe it was because she didn’t want to be ripped away from her fantasyland in Omnipotent City -- face all of the responsibilities a woman of her Noble status should have done already. But Sigrid could easily justify that her studies in Omnipotent city were also a very important part in bettering the House of Hastain's reputation.
Sigrid was studying to be the next High Priestess of Justice. Of course, she was the top student, and next in line if anything were to happen to the current High Priestess. No High Priestess has ever been chosen to be the Goddess of Justice, but deep down in Sigrid’s pessimistic mind, she hoped that maybe she would.
She had been the youngest apprentice, yet had no difficulty being the best. To be frank, Sigrid had been an overachiever her entire life. Despite being younger than both princes, Sigrid had been in Thor’s lessons for as long as she could remember. This most definitely did not mean she was well-behaved or disciplined. Yes, Sigrid returned from lessons with shockingly perfect scores in one hand, but a distraught note from her mentor in the other.
Sigrid had nothing particularly against Asgard. She loved the people and missed her friends. But in Omnipotent City she was surrounded by compliments that fueled her ego and people that groveled at her talent. She noticed that she tended to be more outgoing and carefree in Omnipotent City. Although she disliked it, Sigrid felt like she needed to keep up with her role of the soft-spoken, intelligent twin, since her brother, Eindride, was so extroverted. Sigrid didn’t want to leave the place where she didn't have a reputation. She was allowed to be funny. She was allowed to be opinionated. She was allowed to make mistakes.
Maybe the reason she didn’t want to return was because she couldn’t bear to see both of her childhood friends tied together by the golden band on their finger. Runa and Hjalmar were wonderful people -- whom Sigrid cherished her time with -- but she felt an overwhelming sense of shame when she thought about moments that had happened with them in the past. Not because of anything Sigrid did per se, but because she felt she was the odd one out in the group. Sigrid felt so dense for not seeing how the two were significantly closer to each other than she had ever been with them. She felt embarrassed for tagging along and felt she was included out of pity.
But that wasn’t the main reason as to why Sigrid felt so shameful. The ugly truth was that she had fancied Hjalmar for the majority of her childhood. He saw her for who she truly was, an insecure little girl who was petrified of losing her reputation of overachievement. Hjalmar was the only person who could soothe her of these anxieties and make her feel like she was more than her mastery or her fierce intelligence.
Sigrid’s feelings for Hjalmar were long gone by now. The engagement letter she had gotten had been enough to put out the kindling of hope in her heart that maybe, just maybe, Runa’s and Hjalmar’s relationship would sadly fail. But nonetheless, she couldn’t shake the embarrassment when she and the newlyweds interacted.
Although both of these were valid reasons, the core issue was precisely the reason why she needed to come back to Asgard in the first place:
Arya’s wedding.
Arya had been the most beautiful out of the three. She had inherited her mother’s golden blonde hair and unblemished fair skin, as well as her father’s large brown doe eyes. Arya was petite, standing no taller than Sigrid’s shoulder. She had a thin yet hourglass body. A body that many men would kill for.
Logically, Arya decided to start her courting season as a late teenager -- much earlier than most. Unsurprisingly, hundreds of men decided to lunge at the opportunity. It was exhausting, seeing so many letters from countless Nobles across the realms, even some distant royalty. Predictably, Arya settled for nothing but the best. And that is exactly what she got.
Arya was engaged to be wed to the First Prince of Asgard, Thor, son of Odin.
This infuriated Sigrid, but not because she was jealous of Arya’s engagement (well kind of). She hadn’t been so angry when she got the news that Eindride was getting married several years prior. Sigrid was angry because she was going to be that much more pressured by her mother to enter her own courting season. Sigrid was past the age to start seeking a husband, and this drove her mother mad. Sigrid would be pestered by her mother in every letter with questions like: Have you met any young men? No nice young gods that fancy you? I can’t believe all of your friends are engaged to be wed; this is a sign that you ought to find a young scholar that treats you well. I am quite sure you’re not looking hard enough.
Sigrid knew deep in her heart that if she ever started a season, all of the suitors would be the men that Arya rejected. The suitors that were infatuated with Arya. The suitors that traveled across the nine realms to bask in Arya’s beauty, the suitors that never gave Sigrid a second look when they visited their home. The suitors who came to ask for Sigrid’s hand would have Arya in their minds instead. Those suitors would marry her to get closer to her unattainable sister. Sigrid was much too weak to let that happen.
Sigrid was the exact opposite of Arya. She towered over Arya, almost reaching the height of Arya’s future husband. The last time she remembered, Sigrid was only a couple inches shorter than Thor. She had a curvier figure as well. Her arms and legs were muscle-bound, and her hips were much too wide. Her hair was impressively black excluding the two stark white stripes stemming from her temples. She had fair skin that was littered with freckles all over her body.
Suffice to say, Sigrid did not find herself to be beautiful. She tried to convince herself that she had accepted it and moved on, that she has more facets that make her a good person, a good wife. Though, all of it was in vain because, alas, she was still jealous of her sister’s stunning.
The most embarrassing reason Sigrid had been so disheartened by the news of their union was because she had a fleeting dream that maybe, in an ideal world, she could end up marrying the second prince. She knew it was delusional. Sigrid knew for a fact that Prince Loki had never given her a second glance at the celebrations they had both attended (which were multiple).
What added to his appeal was the fear she had of him. Sigrid was well aware of Loki’s reputation of being a liar and cheat. In her deranged fantasy, she was the exception. She was the woman Loki stayed loyal to. Sigrid alone longed to be the one person who made him change. She knew that her reverie was absolutely impossible, but the fact that Arya and Thor were to be wed just put the nail in the coffin.
“Excuse me, your grace,” a young servant appeared in front of Sigrid, then bowed. “Heimdall has arrived.”
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“HOW BLOODY DARE YOU COME BACK HERE AND SHOW YOUR FACE IN FRONT OF ME?! AFTER THE ABOMINATION OF A LETTER YOU SENT BACK!” Sigrid’s mother stomped her miniscule frame through the hallway, startling several of the many maidservants littered throughout the palace.
“No-Now Magnhild!” Sigrid’s father -- a man of an impressive stature -- stumbled along behind the tiny deranged woman. “Please, darling, calm down. We’re in the palace!”
“Ragnar, your daughter is VERY, VERY LUCKY to be inside this GODDAMN PALACE RIGHT NOW!” Magnhild whipped her head back and forth between Sigrid and her father.
Sigrid could only blink and stare at her mother’s furious outburst. But that didn’t stop her from finding amusement in seeing her distressed father scurrying behind her livid mother.
Duke Ragnar Hastain was an unimaginably large man. Not only was he seven feet tall, he was 300 pounds of pure muscle. Ragnar was capable of crushing a watermelon in between his forearm and bicep. His tanned skin was roughened and scarred by the countless battles he had been in. Several of these scars stretched across his face and left small jagged edges in his long black beard. His multi-toned salt-pepper-hair was always tied in a half bun at the back of his head.
On the contrary, Duchess Magnhild Hastain was shorter than Arya. most would say that Arya came out as a carbon copy of her mother, but Sigrid didn’t agree. Yes, both Arya and Magnhild had golden blonde hair and fair skin, but Magnhild’s eyes were a sharp shade of icy teal. In fact, every single feature of Magnhild’s was sharp. Her cheekbones, jawline, nose, even collarbones, looked as if they were chiseled from marble.
“Siiri,” Ragnar placed his large hands on Magnhild’s dainty shoulders and exhaled, “it's so great to see you, my dear.”
A moment of silence passed.
Magnhild took a shaky breath and tightened her mouth. Not a fleeting moment later, she clung onto Sigrid and proceeded to bawl her eyes out.
“Siiri,” Magnhild wailed, “we missed you so much--” she let out a few strangled hiccups, “--w-we are so proud of you-you,” she cried, leading into another wail.
“Mama,” Sigrid squeezed Magnhild back, “I missed both of you exceptionally.” She pulled away from her mother slightly, rubbing her back as a pitiful attempt at comforting her. “To make you feel better, I brought plenty of gifts.”
Magnhild widened her eyes, “Y-you,” she sniffled, “you didn't have to bring us anythi--”
“--No, no, no, thank you so much, Siiri dear,” Ragnar interjected and approached Sigrid.
Magnild released Sigrid, sniffling and putting her hands on her flushed cheeks in efforts to cool them down. Ragnar then wrapped his large arms around Sigrid.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” he mumbled.
Sigrid tried her best to not break down like her mother had done only a few moments before. Luckily, Ragnar let her go soon enough. The only thing that Omnipotent City didn't have was a way to spend time with her father.
It was obvious that Sigrid loved her father. Not to say that she didn’t love her mother, but it was apparent that she fared far better with Ragnar. Ever since Sigrid was young, Ragnar would sneak her into his office so she could help him with paperwork. At first he brought her in only for company, but Sigrid had never been able to sit still. The only thing Ragnar could do to ease her inquisitive nature was to let her do some of the work herself. Sigrid most likely spent years in that office with her father. So abandoning that cherished tradition so abruptly when she left for Omnipotent City was overwhelmingly painful.
But alas, Sigrid was back home, with her father. She took a deep breath, which seemed to soothe her emotions.
“Alright then," Magnhild rolled back her shoulders and looked out the clear window. The sky was turning purple. “You ought to move along, Siiri. The banquet dinner begins in all but three hours. Make certain you look your very best for the Royal Family. Oh, and put on that beautiful red dress, will you? The one with the pretty gold details.”
Magnhild sighed, wiping a stray tear off of her rosy cheek. She took in Sigrid from afar, then reached up and cupped Sigrid’s face into her hands.
“I love you so much, my dear.”
Magnhild’s hand suddenly became much firmer, squeezing Sigrid’s cheeks so hard it puckered her lips:
“But just to be clear,” she spoke quietly through her teeth, “I am still very angry at you.”
Sigrid managed to utter a panicked “yesh mama” in her mother’s iron grip. Magnhild hummed in response, offered Sigrid a curt nod, and released Sigrid’s poor face.
Magnhild lifted her gray dress and walked briskly past Sigrid. Ragnar gave Sigrid a knowing smile and gave her shoulder two hearty pats as he followed his beautiful wife.
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Arya’s welcome had been significantly worse than Magnhild's. She was already fuming and was riling herself up to yell at Sigrid. How dare she not congratulate her on such a momentous day? Thankfully, Arya and Sigrid had gotten over their screaming match fairly quickly.
Soon after that, Sigrid began preparing herself for the banquet. She sat down on her vanity and started doing her own makeup. Sigrid felt as if the maidservants -- no matter how skilled -- could never figure out how to execute her makeup just right. Same with her hair, though she did count on them to aid her with more complex styles.
Suddenly, she heard the large door at the entrance swing open.
Arya rushed into Sigrid’s temporary chambers. “Sid, Sid, Sid, can you please do my hair? You know, the pretty braids? The ones you do so well?”
To Sigrid’s dismay, a concerning amount of maidservants flooded into her room. She felt she had no need for this absurd amount of servants. It was far too much to keep track of.
“Oh my god, Arya, get one of the millions of maids to do them for you,” Sigrid groaned distractedly. She had been attempting to do her eyeliner before Arya and her gaggle of maids entered her room. Sigrid had to clean her face and attempt the line again.
“Pleeease,” Arya bounced up and down on her heels next to Sigrid’s vanity, “they don’t do it like you do. You know that.”
“Girl, I also have to do my hair. And it takes more time since I do it myself.”
“Ugh fine,” Arya turned to leave the room, “but I’m getting ready in here.”
“I don’t know what I feel currently. I’m ecstatic, of course. Thor is the best husband anyone could possibly get. Despite that, I just can’t seem to shake this feeling of dread I have. What if I fail?” Arya fiddled with her rings nervously, “What if I mess up during this banquet and he calls off the wedding? ”
“Arya, don't be ridiculous. Of course he’s going to like you. He’s the one that chose you. In theory, he ought to be the one who has to win you over.” Sigrid noted as she was walking down the vast golden hallways, lit with torches high up over their heads.
It was completely dark outside. Two guards were a few paces in front of them, guiding them to the throne room, where the Hastains would be formally introduced. The ceilings of the palace were so far up that it looked distorted from Sigrid's point of view. Although there was a draft that entered from in between the towering columns, Sigrid didn’t feel cold. Her dress -- a deep red velvet gown decorated with thin gold spirals layered over a silk golden dress-- had a high neck and tight long sleeves.
“My god, it’s so fucking cold.” Arya said as she crossed her arms.
“Well nobody forced you to wear that dress.” Sigrid quipped, just to tease Arya.
“Shut up.”
“No.”
“...”
A silence fell between them. All Sigrid heard was the clinking of the guards’ golden armor.
Sigrid was nervous as well. As well as a mix of burning curiosity. Has Loki changed in the past few years? Undoubtedly he did, but she was so intrigued to see what he looked like. But what if she fumbled? Did something embarrassing in front of the Second Prince? Sigrid's biggest fear was to leave a bad, or worse, embarrassing first impression.
Sigrid took a deep breath, ”You’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.”
“Do you think Thor is nervous too?” Arya asked.
“Not one fucking bit.”
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“Psst,” Eindride whispered, poking Sigrid’s ribs.
Sigrid gave no response. Her eyes bore into the golden doors directly in front of her. Two guards, in their golden garb, stood straight, one hand holding one door hinge, the other clasping a gilded spear.
“Sid.”
He jabbed.
“Sid.”
He jabbed once more.
“Sid.”
He jabbed again.
“Hey Sid.”
He kept repeating, over and over again.
Sigrid just couldn’t anymore.
“Quit it.” Sigrid whipped her head around and slapped Eindride’s hand.
“Hi.” Eindride said.
Sigrid, fueled by annoyance, slapped the back of his head. Such a pressing matter to be discussed, she thought sarcastically.
“Ow!!” Eindride rubbed the back of his head.
“Sigrid!” Magnhild turned around, magically knowing that Sigrid had been the one that smacked Eindride. Her face was twisted in indignation, a sharp wrinkle appearing in between her thin eyebrows.
“Mama, he started it,” Sigrid whined, trying to reason with her mother.
“You be careful, Sigrid. You’re on thin fucking ice with me,” Magnhild warned through her pursed lips. Then she directed her attention towards both twins, “Now you best believe if either of you decide to pull that dense bullshit in that goddamn throne room,” she jabbed her finger towards the doors. “I won’t hesitate to smack some sense into you.”
“... yes mama,” The twins responded in tandem. Just the image of getting struck by her miniscule mother in Prince Loki’s presence filled her with embarrassment.
“I was just trying to give you a warm welcome, Sid,” Eindride whispered.
Sigrid rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”
Quiet muffled voices traveled through the thick doors, most likely the royal family scurrying to their positions.
Abruptly, the voices stopped.
“May we, the Asgardian Royal Family, formally welcome the Duke Ragnar and the House of Hastain.”
On command, the guards heaved the doors open and proceeded to walk down the long hallway.
Instinctually, Sigrid followed. Back straight, neck elongated, arms gracefully placed above her navel.
As Sigrid was walking, she scanned the entire room, eyes moving from side to side, being sure she wasn’t moving her head. She tuned out the All-Father’s warm(ish) welcome and her father’s hearty response.
Unfortunately, when she reached the front of the throne room, she noticed she was just as tall as the guard next to her. She hunched her shoulders reflexively, to try and soothe the rush of shame that ran through her spine. The spine that was much too long. Luckily, the two guards left the Hastains before the throne to go stand in their far-off stations.
Now that she was closer to the throne, Sigrid could inspect the royalty in front of her.
Prince Loki stood tall and straight on the opposite side of the throne. His face was partially blocked by the horned helm settled on his head, but she could see his straight nose and sharp eyes peek through the front. He wore golden armor with panels that elongated his already broad shoulders. A green cape billowed down his back, making him seem significantly taller.
Sigrid had to pry her eyes away from him. Her stomach erupted into butterflies. He had become more attractive, and it made her nervous. She desperately tried to reason with herself; Loki would never pick a woman like her to be his wife, not a chance. But nonetheless, she felt her face flush.
Thank goodness she had to curtsy in front of the Royal Family; it would hide her panicked face perfectly.
As she got up, King Odin declared, “I welcome Duke Ragnar Hastain along with his wife, Duchess Magnhild Hastain, his daughter, Lady Arya Hastain, as well as his twins, Priestess Sigrid Hastain and General Eindride Hastain.”
Sigrid’s eyes widened. It had never occurred to her that her title would be said with her name. Hopefully her family would be quick to forget about it, but she braced herself for a plethora of nagging questions about it later at the banquet table.
“We express our gratitude for your graciousness, your Majesty,” Ragnar said, skimming over Sigrid’s new title. “All of us are quite excited to celebrate this holy matrimony in your revered palace.”
King Odin nodded stoically, “I am very glad you accepted our invitation.'' He outstretched an open hand towards Thor, “My son is truly ecstatic for the celebration.”
Thor nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes. Very.” He put up a thumbs up, “Truly.”
Sigrid couldn’t help but turn to Eindride, who was on the other end of the line, and share a smile. Thor got along with everyone. Although he was brash, arrogant, and impulsive, he was very endearing. He carried himself with a certain charm that worked with everyone he met. Although he lacked a sense of self-preservation, it meant that he was immensely optimistic.
Unbeknownst to Sigrid, Prince Loki had caught the smile. It was quick, so it took a few moments for him to process it. For some unknown reason, her smile intrigued him.
The King and Queen proceeded to talk to Magnhild and Ragnar, with occasional contributions from the happy couple. Sigrid’s mind was wandering all sorts of places. She wondered how many tiles there were on the mosaic ceiling — depicting the entire royal family. Then she looked over at Loki’s magnificent helm again. How much did that thing weigh? She gave silent props to Loki for standing there with such a head accessory for such a long time.
“Speaking of the celebration,” Queen Frigga added, “Prior to the ceremony, both the bride and groom-to-be will have plenty of time to get to know each other.”
“We appreciate that Sigrid volunteered to be their chaperone.”
Sigrid couldn’t hide the shock from her face. She had known immediately that this was her mother’s doing. What was Sigrid expecting? This was exactly something her mother would torture her with as punishment. But Sigrid had to give credit where credit was due; Magnhild knew how to concoct the perfect punishment for each and every one of her children.
“O-of course,” Sigrid said, flashing a strained smile.
“It would be her pleasure,” Maghild interjected, clasping Sigrid’s forearm.
Sigrid desperately turned to see what face Eindride made. His eyes were wide and his mouth was in a surprised smile. When Sigrid gave him a look of dread, Eindride looked like he was damn well about to piss himself. Then, when her face changed to alarm, he had to turn his head to not laugh out loud.
“Very well,” King Odin lifted his head, “Let us stall no longer, or the food will grow cold.”
As Sigrid was walking out of the throne room, she felt a hand on her back.
“Maybe you ought not to get angry in your next letter, my dear Siiri,” Magnhild whispered.
Sigrid scowled and wrinkled her nose in displeasure.
How could she not be angry now?
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Pairing: Loki x Eva (OC)
Warning: Origin story? Pre-prequel?
Summary: Loki debuts with the Avengers and all the news and media outlets are dying for the latest scoop. How does one actually get the attention of a prince who once was only seen as a god from lore?
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Author Note: Here is yet another idea living rent-free in my brain that was planned to go one way and just...did not go that way at all! I did have to name the character because she is the person I had in text when writing the first one shot and "The Science of Worth" short story (which I turned to a Y/N style for Tumblr). Please comment/like/reblog, I really do want to know what everyone thinks. I tried my best to do him justice.
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The gentle sounds of a string quartet lingered in the air as the classical music played through the room’s speaker system. Men, women, and a few otherworldly beings mingled in the elegantly set up hall. Crisp white linens, sparkling crystal glasses filled with effervescent liquid gold, decadent dishes, and a floor so clean it could act as a mirror. This was a party for the best of the best, the “who’s who” where the average citizen either watched televised or dreamed of getting the chance to rub shoulders with idols and politicians alike. A soirée of the well-connected and rich for the elite. A rare opportunity that could not even be labeled as “once in a lifetime” and she knew it, but none of that could make up for the level of discomfort.
Eva sighed for the umpteenth time. She wanted to lean back against the wall behind her, but she was too afraid that her weight would somehow tear the curtains that were hung as part of the decorations. This was a massive upgrade from the musty air and vibrating walls of club or house party that her friends normally dragged her to. And yet, it might actually be even more stifling than that. She glanced around the room filled with strangers. There was one person she knew here, the reason she got this chance, but her cousin was nowhere to be seen and probably off getting the scoop of the century. Not surprising when you’re at a Stark industry held event that honors the Avengers, who are actually attending. My being here is the definition of a miracle. She reminded herself as she watched the glittering gala from the side. Her eyebrows slowly knit together as her gaze fell to her still full champagne glass that probably cost as much as her monthly rent.
Ugh, who am I kidding? This isn’t my scene. It’s a great opportunity and I wanted to go, but this isn’t where I belong. I’m a minimum wage college student who should probably be at home working on her paper. Scratch that, I was supposed to be at home but I, against better judgement, decided it was better to attend a party and hope the saints of procrastination will bless me with a passing grade. The corners of her lips dropped as the guilt of a responsibility reared its ugly head only to be swept away by the smooth gesture of one of the servers offering her a tempting 5-star amuse-bouche. She eagerly accepted the mouthwatering offer, thanking the server before promptly placing it in her mouth.
A low hum rose from her throat as she savored the expertly paired ingredients, savoring each piece with her eyes closed. What was she thinking about again? She blinked a few times as she came back to reality, her eyes quickly searching until she found the dish on the table. Downing her glass in one gulp, which was hardly a problem since it held so little; she made her way over to the food table that was calling her name all evening. Luckily, she narrowly missed being knocked over by a gaggle of giggling women. They were surrounding someone, but that hardly mattered when there was unlimited high class cuisine to be had. There were few things that mattered to Eva, and a delicious meal was one of them. Of course, meeting an Avenger and getting the chance to even shake their hand was a bucket list item, but she had priorities like any struggling college student. A free meal was not to be taken for granted. So, she apologized as per her usual habit, and continued on. Eva was so focused on her target that she completely missed the person that had tried to help her.
Loki stared at his empty hand for a moment before looking up to see the young woman had vanished, again. Searching the room, he tried to spot the peculiar young woman, but his attempt to locate her was short-lived as another wave of guests came up to him. Donning his practiced cordial smile, he thanked the nine realms once more for the grueling lessons he endured as a young prince. A practiced smile here, a simple hand gesture there, a well-placed vague response as needed, and he was set. No one would be insulted and he would not have to worry about hearing any annoying badgering from Stark. It took a good amount of control for him to not roll his eyes at the thought of the famous billionaire Migardian turned hero.
I can still hear all that incessant nagging before the party. If he had such a problem with my attendance, then he should have simply made it so I didn’t have to attend. And what did he expect? For me to be incapable of attending a party? I am a prince, properly representing the royal family at a gathering is part of the responsibilities. To even humor the idea of me making a blunder of myself or the Avengers at my age, he silently scoffed to help dissipate the lingering anger from earlier. He was more than ready to offer the solution of not attending, but Thor repeatedly assured Tony and the rest there was no need to worry. Which effectively cut off his chance of escaping and led to the current situation of thanking the guests for their gratitude and dealing with the ridiculous commentary that came with it. This was a party to announce his cooperation with the Avengers, his attendance was necessary. Or so they say. All I needed to be present for were the entrance and press conference, which both have been completed. I don’t see why I'm still here.
He was led out onto the stage, they made their presence known, and promptly went to another room where the press was allowed to interview them for roughly two hours. There were some very interesting journalists among the congregation, one in particular was mostly interested in him and his abilities more so than the mind stone and if he felt guilt over his past deeds.
That's why I'm still here. I wanted to speak with that reporter some more. What story is she going to publish? Why not publish what is obviously going to sell? It looked like she had some other questions she wanted to ask too, I don't see any harm in answering a few more if they follow the same line. Searching the room once more, he tried to find the female journalist who caught his attention. "She was even dressed differently than the others. They all came dressed for the party while she was dressed in a well tailored business suit.” He muttered to himself, smiling at one of the people that came to greet him and shaking the hand of another.
The cordial pleasantries continued for some time as officials, wealthy individuals, and celebrities alike came up to each for the chance to meet and greet the members. Some lingered around a little longer while others simply made the mandatory rounds before finding their way to Stark or a S.H.I.E.L.D. executive. It became very clear that formal events were as tiresome on Midgard as they were on Asgard. Now, where was this journalist? He searched the venue once more when a brunette woman caught his attention. She was dressed in a lovely black dress with minimalist gold accessories, appropriate for the occasion. What really caught his attention was the press badge that was pinned to the front with the name of her newspaper on it.
"If you all will please excuse me, I spotted someone I promised to give some of my time to. I'll do my best to try and catch you later on if the time permits." He flashed them a dazzling smile with his pearly whites and slipped between the cracks to his freedom. Straightening his shoulders, he tugged at his suit jacket and flexed his neck from side to side. The soft cracks of release eased the tension that built up. "Now, to speak with her." He scanned the room once more, walking across the hall with a determined and steady stride. Now why would you bring spare clothes? He wondered, raising his hand to flag her down but was abruptly cut off by someone tugging her away. He clicked his tongue in irritation at the interception, shifting his gaze to the culprit.
There was nothing phenomenal about the interloper. She was only slightly taller than his target, who wore taller heels. Dark brown locks were open to move freely, the bottoms in waves, or were they supposed to be some form of curls? The dress of choice was certainly an interesting choice of a sheer dark blue gauzy material that was longer than the solid darker and more fitted liner underneath. Both had a matching ombre effect from dark to light, while the top netting was decorated with white dots of varying sizes.
No, not dots, those must be stars. That cluster on her hip matches those of the western skies. So she has proper taste for the wonders of the galaxies, that hardly excuses her from coming between me and the other woman. He lightly dismissed the stranger for now, an odd sense of familiarity lingering in the back of his mind. “Enough of the dawdling, I need to speak with that journalist.” He redirected his focus and took a few more steps but stopped at the sound of their voices.
“So, how’d it go?! Did it work? Did you get to ask your questions? Did they answer? I bet you really surprised them!” The meddler quickly asked in a hushed tone as she held the hands of the reporter.
“Eva, calm down! I’ll tell you everything, but you need to ask one question at a time!” She laughed, her words settling the excited Eva just enough to listen. “The other reporters and journalists did mock me, it was nerve wracking being the only one in a suit. I was cursing you out like crazy in my head for convincing me to wear one, but in the end it definitely helped. I stood out and I’m sure I garnered more respect for keeping myself professional like that. I got so many more chances to ask questions than usual, and I’m sure the green and black color scheme was even more eye catching for Loki. I stood out just like you said I would!”
“Ha, I told you there was method to the madness! You’re in a room packed with your rivals, you need to secure your victory way before you even enter the battlefield through any means necessary. It’s a hassle to carry two outfits with you, but if you want to write the story you want to share you need to go that extra step!” Eva nodded her head, a broad grin plastered on her face as she crossed her arms. “Those copycat articles can mock you all they like, you left the impression you needed and the Avengers took you seriously! I bet they’re all boiling with anger and you can now sip away with satisfaction knowing you triumphed without having to try as hard to standout.”
So the choice of clothing was planned, how very interesting. And it was the interloper’s idea? She said her name was Eva. Hmm, perhaps there’s more to her than simply getting in my way. If it wasn’t for her cunning ploy, I would’ve missed her amongst the crowd and let the others choose whomever. He thought back to the conference. He planned to simply smile, answer briefly, and leave. Make the time run as quickly as possible when he noticed the journalist who was dressed professionally whose stern gaze never left him, as if challenging him. It amused him, so he took the bait out of curiosity. And it was certainly worth deviating from my original plan. Had she dressed like all the others, I can’t say I would’ve cared to notice.
“Yes, yes, oh great Eva!” She rolled her eyes. “Without your wisdom, all my efforts would have been in vain!” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t you think my bringing you here was payment enough? I feel like you got the better deal here.” She laughed.
“Better deal, what do you mean? I gave up my precious time to finish my paper, gave you a perfect game plan, and got you the info you needed! Free food is great, but I think you’ve got the sweeter deal, all you had to do was bring me!” Eva nudged her. “I’m freaking cousin of the year! Your career is going to totally skyrocket from here!”
They’re cousins? Well, this is certainly intriguing, but it’s not what I came here to find out. Though he was complaining, he made no effort to move as he enjoyed the little play that unfolded before him.
“Alright, alright, you’re right! I give in! You’re the cousin of the century, thank you!” She finally caved, wrapping her arms around Eva who hugged her back.
“Thank you for finally noticing,” she lightheartedly grumbled. “So, do I get the inside details now or later?” She grinned. “Did you get to ask him the questions I suggested?”
“You’ll have to read it like everyone else,” she tapped Eva’s nose. “I will give you that, though. I asked a few of them, and they worked well. I think I was able to solidify that I’m not interested in running another gossip piece about his past of the mind stone and have every intention of portraying him like any of the other Avengers.” Hearing this warmed the frost giant’s heart, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. “I’m glad you convinced me to follow my gut this time instead of just following the rest. I was feeling like a huge sellout if I just did what everyone else was doing.”
“And this, my dear cousin, is why I’m the best!” Eva flipped some of her hair over her shoulder with the utmost confidence. “You’re a great reporter with a great nose for sniffing out the best, I didn’t do anything. Now c’mon, let’s get to enjoying this party in earnest celebration of your landslide success!”
“Hear, hear!” Her cousin hooked her arm in Eva’s, finally turning her around for Loki to see she was the young woman he tried to help before, but she was far too focused on the food to even notice. Not wanting to interrupt them like how he was so rudely cut off, Loki vanished from their sight as they walked past him.
Eva, I’ll remember her. He smirked to himself as he made himself visible once more and made his way over to his brother who was calling for him.
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okay but you got me thinkiing about akechi was suppose to be the hero/protag
my main reasoning is like joker is our trickster archetype which typically more likely then not take the villain role
(even going back to p4 adachi the jester arcana)
so if joker is our trickster? what does that make akechi🤔? well he IS assoitated with heroes an awfully lot
also
i would say overconfidece is a big akechi moment
ok you just unlocked a topic i am incapable of being normal about so sorry in advance for possible unhingedness (<-has a whole video essay planned about characters who are/think they are/want to be heroes but can’t do it in the story they’re forced to be a part of)
akechi’s prince persona is all about being a hero, robin hood is even designed to look like a common old school superhero, his whole theming being around heroes, whatever the fuck is happening in proof of justice certainly serves to hammer this point home: goro’s rebellion is about being a hero of justice
but that’s what it is, unfortunately - rebellion. he knows the cards he’s been dealt won’t allow him to be one, so at least in a place like the metaverse he’s allowed to live that dream his mother gave him. he has to go against society and its expectations of him in order to do it. (i’d say shido’s work requiring him to use mostly loki is another way for shido to kill remnants of akechi’s mother inside him if you wanna get very metaphorical with it)
but if we go to the meaning of protagonist, then i do firmly believe goro’s a wildcard (i mean that part’s p much confirmed in the game) and my personal hc is he was supposed to have a velvet room but yaldy prevented him from entering it, tho that part’s not backed up by anything just smth i like to think about hehe
there’s even the line in his theme song, no more what ifs, “my story will be starring me just like yours” - he is still, at the end of the day, the hero of his own story, just like his inner, younger rebellion wishes for
i think that while goro wishes to be a hero - or at least, his younger self wished for, i think at this point he knows it’s unrealistic - in a story with him as the protagonist he’d be forced to be an anti hero if anything. there’s no version of his story where the audience will see his actions and say “yeah this is heroic, selfless and just” no matter how they’ll be framed. even on a meta-textual level goro can never get what he wants 😔
but this is why i think we can’t judge him through heroic terms or standards. i also won’t call overconfidence his weakness bc i think his confidence is at least 85% fake and more of a survival thing at this point of his life lol (if he’s not confident in his plan, he virtually has nothing else to live for)
BUT TO GO BACK TO AN EARLIER TOPIC THAT I GOT OFF OF, SORRY ABOUT THAT, i want to see him go through the fool’s journey so bad. he may not be a clear slate but like,, neither are most persona protags honestly (most prominent example imo are the p3 protags). you can also read his emptiness - the sin of his scrapped palace, but also how he’s always putting on masks and there’s not much behind them anymore - as the blank slate of him being the fool. either way i think he deserves to go through this journey, i think it can be really interesting to see too
like. the game really insists that he and joker are the same except that joker has bonds and goro doesn’t, so i really want to know what goro with bonds would be like; would he be more of a classic hero? would he use robin hood more than loki (or throw them both away altogether, if we assume he has a velvet room)? would he be someone else altogether, removing his masks, at least for a bit?
idk. i did start rambling there, so sorry about that hehe. but yes many thoughts head full
#long post#local man incapable of shutting up over goro akechi#sorry this is very incoherent and the paragraphs don't connect in any way whatsoever#dan rambles
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I have been seeing Marvel fans keep screaming for Sigyn to appear in the MCU
If one looked at just how LOATHED Sylvie is ( and for good reason ), and how poorly written Sigyn is in the Marvel Comics.....
Let's be honest, having Sigyn not being in the MCU at this point ( and I think may never be, I'm sorry ), is actually a blessing in disguise
I mean, look at Norse Mythology. Sigyn is TRULY A BADASS QUEEN. Norse Goddess of Fidelity and Victory, a valkyrie who IS ALSO A MAGIC WIELDER, AND USES HER BOWL/SHIELD TO SHIELD LOKI FROM THE POISON FROM A GIGANTIC SNAKE IN RAGNAROK!! Srsly Sigyn has got such tremendous strength, that she didn't even flinch when she willingly went with Loki to be at his beside when he was chained to the rocks, nor when she faced the large snake right in rhe eye. And what did Marvel Comics do to her?
They made her an abused, Mary Sue like trope who is a deconstruction of a Princess Classic trope - all the singing and talking to animals ( nothing wrong with that ), and then for her to be a dog to Loki. How tragic.
I guess MCU writers read about her in the Marvel Comics, and decided to give the mercy on not having Marvel Comics! Sigyn to be in MCU. There is no need for another adaptation of Loki and Sigyn toxicity in the Marvel Comics
But look around you, all the Sigyn fans adore Sigyn. All the cosplays, the fanfics, rhe research, all herald Sigyn for WHO. SHE. IS. in the Norse Myths. Sigyn is literally a bringer of victory FOR A REASON.
And Loki and Sigyn existed thousands of years before Marvel came along. Sigyn literally is one of the Norse Deities that Ancient Nordics pray to for victories one way or another, that tormented people who heard of her pray to for extra encouragement and help, a symbol of still keeping up spirits even in dark times.
Justice for Sigyn exists for a reason - to defend Sigyn's glory and to give a big middle finger on the adaptations that sadly butcher Sigyn's character
So please, if any of you still bash Sigyn, and continue to glorify Sylvie who is a poorly written OC and literally everything that Sigyn is not, Loki, Vali and Narvi, and the entire Sigyn fandom community would be very, very disappointed with you.
* mic drop *
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Loki Was Justice For The MCU's Biggest Cut Scene Crime
Tom Hiddleston's character Loki was involved in several scenes eventually cut by Marvel Studios, but his solo show helps remedy this MCU crime.
Disney+'s Loki was justice for the many cut scenes involving Loki Laufeyson in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. From the first Thor to Avengers: Infinity War, Loki has been a fan favorite despite his often villainous portrayal, and with Tom Hiddleston's charm it isn't hard to see why. However, when all of his scenes in the MCU were taken into account, Loki's screen time added up to less than an hour. In addition to limited screen time, Loki also had a large number of his scenes cut from the MCU. If any MCU villain or morally murky character was going to get a Disney+ show, it makes perfect sense it would be the God of Mischief.
Loki was released on June 9th, 2021 as Disney+'s third television series in the MCU. The Disney+ series introduced the Time Variance Authority (TVA), an organization that monitored time travel and preserved the sacred timeline. The TVA recruited a variant Loki to fix the timeline, giving the character a chance to escape being erased from the timeline forever. This gave Loki an excellent chance to play a hero, even though selfish motivations continued to drive him.
Loki gave some much-owed screentime to the beloved character, who had a total of roughly ten scenes cut from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. A majority of his screen time occurred in Thor and Thor: The Dark World, which was considered the MCU's weakest entry at the time. Although Loki played a memorable villain in The Avengers, much of his character development was left on the editing floor. Perhaps, the most puzzling of these cut scenes was from Thor, where Loki was crowned King of Asgard. Beforehand, Loki has a conversation with his mother, who urges that she lied to him for his own good. Loki felt cast aside as Odin's son and his insecurities were amplified when he found out he was adopted. This scene conveyed Loki as a vulnerable character, as an outsider, and through Hiddleston's powerful acting it would be hard to watch this and not see the humanity in his performance.
Loki gave the character more screen time but also gave him the opportunity to play the anti-hero. Throughout the MCU, Loki walked the line between hero and villain, slipping into the former for the most part. However, Loki was a fan favorite because he didn't fit neatly into the category of either hero or villain when the sum total of his screen time was added up. His outsider status was exemplified in Loki when the variant classic Loki played by Richard E. Grant told other variants of Loki that they have one part to play: "the God of Outcasts."
As a dynamic actor, it seemed natural that Tom Hiddleston could carry an entire show. However, he got help from Owen Wilson who played Mobius, an agent of the TVA. Their banter worked because of their natural chemistry and the clear setup of opposing ideals: free will versus fate. While Morbius believed that the TVA was good and set up the true timeline, Loki believed in challenging the system. While Loki was criticized by some for focusing less on the lovable Loki and more on the show's time/timeline travel mechanics, the series highlighted Loki's ideals of freedom and chaos through the concept of time travel in Phase 4.
Nearly a year later, Loki has achieved justice for the MCU's biggest cut crime. The show was a ride that gave Hiddleston more than enough room to showcase his talent and bring Loki back to life, arguably making up for the amount of material abandoned by the studio. Through Loki and Tom Hiddleston's commitment to the character, the MCU scales have finally balanced for the God of Mischief. His upward momentum will likely continue in a big way, as Loki season 2 has already been confirmed for Disney+ with an expected 2023 release date.
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Here's a breakdown of the key differences between an anti-hero, hero, villain and anti-villain:Anti-Hero: - Protagonist who lacks traditional heroic qualities and virtues (honesty, courage, morality etc.)- Flawed, cynical, selfish, rebellious, violent etc. - Acts for own motivations but may do heroic deeds- Examples: Deadpool, Wolverine, Han SoloHero:- Protagonist who is courageous, virtuous, and follows a heroic code of morality.- Fights for justice, defends the weak, makes personal sacrifices. - Motivated by altruism more than self-interest. - Examples: Superman, Wonder Woman, Luke SkywalkerVillain:- Antagonist who represents evil, corruption, chaos.- Seeks power and destruction through immoral means.- Causes harm, commits crimes, displays malice and lack of empathy.- Examples: Joker, Darth Vader, Voldemort Anti-Villain:- Antagonist with noble goals or sympathetic motivations.- Use questionable methods but not wholly evil.- Seeks redemption, has moral codes.- Examples: Magneto, Loki, CatwomanSo in summary - heroes are classically good, villains are evil, while anti-heroes and anti-villains fall in the complexity between good and evil.
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