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teyums · 11 months

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a/n: cats are so funny because they genuinely think they’re doing something nice for you when they drop a mouse at your feet as an offering and it’s actually the opposite. i was watching my cat play with her little toy and it just brought the terrifying memory back to me bc WHY WOULD YOU THINK I WANT THIS? As soon as the idea came i wrote it, Neteyam just seems like the type LMAOO 😭

neteyam x human!reader

It takes Neteyam quite a while to understand the difference between Na’vi women and human women, especially the difference in what you do and don’t like. But you can’t blame him, you don’t look like his kind, you don’t smell like his kind, hell, you don’t even dress like them.

The Na’vi’s behavior very closely resembles that of a house cat on earth— you’ve noted after studying how Neteyam’s emotions portray themselves through his expressive tail, how his ears dip when he’s angry or perk up when he’s excited, or how he purrs when you finally agree to sitting in his lap instead of your chair while you finish up your work for the day. With the innate behavior of the two creatures mirroring each other almost completely, it’s no surprise that this also heavily factors into what they deem as ‘gifts’ for their favorite human.

Just as housecats will fetch their humans dead animals or rodents as an offering to them, the Na’vi way isn’t too far from that. You hated so much as looking at dead animals, let alone being near them, but when your childhood cat, Loki, used to bring field mice into the home and drop them at the foot of your bed, at least it was small enough for you to scoop into a grocery bag with pinched eyes and a hand over your nose while you fought back the tears of sheer terror.

Most of Neteyam’s catlike nature rendered adorable to you, and while you were more than willing to learn more about the ways of his people, this new custom he’d introduced you to had your heart dropping out of your ass like a brick and your soul exiting your body as if you could do without it. It’s when he shows up to the lab, a dead boar strung over his back with the biggest, toothiest smile you’ve ever seen spread on his lips until a bloodcurdling scream wipes it clean off his expression.

“Oh my God, ‘Teyam, get it away, get it away!” You shrill, so startled you almost tumble out of your desk chair, the hairs on your neck standing straight up as you divert your attention from the animal that’s almost the size of your body, a panicked hand splayed over your rumbling chest and the other extended out, palm towards him.

“What? You don’t like it? Should I have gone with a hexapede (deer) instead?” His brows gather in the center of his forehead when he steps closer and you immediately yelp and scoot back, the metal wheels of your chair screeching against the smooth tile with the effort of your retreat. He’s wholeheartedly confused, because any woman of his kind would find such a gesture as this one beyond thoughtful, and even romantic. Catching one of these things isn’t easy, and a clean kill with an arrow through the heart as to not rupture or damage the meat of the animal is even harder.

“I even skinned it for you!” He urges with a pout.

Your involuntary squeal interrupts his attempt to convince you as you fan your face with your hands, but it seems as if he’s still having trouble understanding.

“Perhaps I should have roasted it as well…” He ponders to himself with a hand pinching his chin, deep in contemplation while he keeps his catch over his shoulder and his eyes cast toward the wall, completely missing the way your trembling hands scramble over your desk for something to launch at him.

“GET IT OUT!”

He winces at the pitch of your shriek, astounded by how that loud of a sound could come out of such a tiny being. His brows raise before he quickly ducks to dodge the one-subject notebook that flaps past his head in a blur of fluttering paper, and he hurriedly obliges your wishes with a few steps back and a rushed ‘okay, okay!’.

Likes + Comments + Reblogs are much appreciated 💗

©teyums 2023

#avatar 2 #avatar way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam fic #neteyam fluff #avatar twow #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x human reader

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stevesbestgirl · 1 year

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It is so damn cute watching the other littlest look after the little baby reader.

Like the one with the football game. How little Peter looks after her. That was adorable!!! I couldn’t stop smiling.

I do like how they regress to a younger age.

Would love to see more little baby reader with more cute scenes with her daddies but also the other littles and caretakers.

Headphones put on her when it gets loud. Maybe at a gala and telling a loud douche to be quiet. (Badarse scary protective mom Nat).

Please please would you write more protective badarse stucky.

How would all the avengers especially stucky and maybe even the other littlest react if the baby reader was taken? After all the others are littles but still heroes while baby doesn’t have any powers (or does she) ;) 😂. Seriously though imagine the littles all finding out baby has been taken and then the door where the others are opens and the littles are no long littles but pissed off Loki. Scarlett witch , Spider-Man etc.

So sorry for writing so much. Just really love your fics. Can’t wait for any more you write. I hope you have a lovely day 🌸

Ohmygosh, this is so sweet, please don't apologize! I love hearing what people like about Their Girl 🥰🥰

I don't usually do requests, but your ideas are great and I got a little inspired ❤️

Safe

Daddy!Stucky x little!f!reader

2989 Words

Warnings: brief swearing, crybaby reader (as always), sfw age regression

In the early days, you never left the compound; your daddies were protective. They didn't want anything bad to happen to you- or for you to run into someone who might recognize you; that could be just as damaging to all the work they'd done to make you happy.

But eventually, as trust built, they started taking you out in public. First the zoo, like they'd promised, and then other places. Soon, you were allowed to tag along when they went grocery shopping and trips to the park become normal. You even had a special day at the mall with Steve.

You trusted all of the adults to keep you safe while out and about; you remembered one of Tony's fancy parties where a man had drank so much that he was shouting, despite the soft music and low hum of chatter in the room. Bucky had only agreed to bring you to that party because Tony promised it would be quiet. But the man was determined to be heard by the pretty girl he was talking to, though she didn't seem to want to talk to him.

You knew your daddies were close by, so you tried to be brave, politely tugging on his jacket and asking him to use his inside voice. But the girl saw her opportunity to leave, disappearing while his back was turned and then he got annoyed.

"Who brought a fuckin' kid to this party?" he called out to the room, making you shrivel beneath all the attention he was drawing. "Honestly, can't a guy even get laid-"

It wasn't Bucky, or even Steve, who marched over and put themselves between the two of you, it was Natasha. "You need to tone it down."

The man had smirked, giving her an obvious look up and down, "That's not the only thing that could stand to go down." He clearly thought himself quite smooth.

When she didn't fall down at his feet, he added, "Why? This yours?" He tipped his chin derisively at you, scorn plain in his tone. You winced; you didn't understand why he was being so mean, but you knew he was.

"She's not the problem here." You knew Natasha's warning voice well enough to recognize it, but this man was either too drunk, too stupid, or too distracted by her pretty face to notice.

"She's a problem for me." He reached in your direction, like he was going to push you away, drawing a resigned sigh from Nat.

Natasha caught his arm, twisting it to a funny angle and making the man cry out, "Then I guess I'm your problem too."

By then, Steve had noticed, steering you away and shielding you from the ruckus, but you peeked out just in time to see Nat take the man down, not even mussing her hair. Steve stayed close for the rest of the night, thinking you were traumatized, but you were really in awe of Natasha. Looking at your daddies, it was obvious they could protect you. But Natasha was much tougher than she looked and she hadn't hesitated to step in to keep you safe.

You had murmured a shy thank you to her later in the evening, to which she smiled, "Of course, dovey. We take care of our kids, don't we?" She'd kissed your forehead and you realized that you were part of their family; they would all take care of you, just like they did their own babies.

The adults had collectively decided that taking more than one baby out at a time warranted at least two caregivers. They weren't taking risks with such precious cargo after all.

Generally, things went smoothly. Surprisingly, Loki was the one who tended to get into trouble when out and about, but you were still very grateful to be allowed; you weren't about to rock the boat now. Not that good intentions would keep you out of trouble.

You hadn't meant to wander off in the store, but it wasn't like you went out often- you'd forgotten how easy it was to get swept up in the crowd. Especially with Thor and Tony as chaperones; Thor's supervision wasn't quite as comprehensive as many of the others and Tony tended to get distracted by Peter. It wasn't until you were shuffled away from the group, distracted by the pretty backpacks on display, that you realized they were gone.

Looking up from a sequined one you'd been admiring, you realized you were all alone. You'd always heard that you should stay put when you were lost, but that seemed kind of silly. After all, you knew you'd been with the group back by the clothing, so you shouldered the backpack you wanted and made your way back there.

But there was no sign of any of them. And now you were a little scared; when was the last time you were alone outside the compound? Just asking yourself the question unearthed the faint memory of your nightmares, which hadn't plagued you for quite a while now.

With a whimper, you climbed inside the clothing rack; it was stuffed full and provided excellent cover for someone who didn't want to get grabbed by a stranger. You camped out among the clothes for a few minutes- only long enough to realize that if someone had come back to look for you, they wouldn't know you were here. So you cautiously climbed out, keeping an eye out for any kidnappers.

You waited again, but what if they'd come to check for you while you were hiding? You might have missed them. Or what if they hadn't even noticed you were gone? What if they left without you?

You knew you shouldn't go out in the parking lot alone; you were supposed to hold someone's hand. You weren't even sure you remembered where the van was parked. But the little voice in your head insisted that if you weren't by the car when they came out, they would leave you behind.

Looking carefully both ways, you took a step into the lot, but you were quickly pulled back, an unfamiliar voice barking, "Where do you think you're going?"

Wheeling around, you were gazing at a grumpy-looking security guard whose badge read "Bennett." Locating your voice, however muted, you answered, "I got lost."

"Mm. And I take it you were going to pay for that bag too?" He didn't sound particularly accommodating.

"I don't have any money, but-"

"I thought so," he grunted. "Come with me."

Far be it from you to argue with a security guard; your daddies had told you to be wary of strangers, but there were no other grown ups around. So you tearfully followed Officer Bennett back inside and through a set of double doors. Behind those, everything was gray and dirty- it wasn't pretty like the rest of the store. But he kept walking, towing you firmly by the arm until you were in a tiny security office.

Entranced by the wall of TVs, you forgot you were in trouble until he snapped his fingers, "Sit down." You dropped into the chair against the wall.

He stood while you sat, hands planted on his hips, looking down his nose at you; he thought you were a thief. But nothing you said made a difference; he had an answer to everything, a way you could have been lying. He started asking for your information: your name, your birthday, where you lived. But you knew you weren't supposed to tell him those. So you told him that.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

His face twisted into a mocking sneer, "You've got to be kidding me."

Missing the sarcasm, you shook your head earnestly, "I promise I wasn't tryin' to steal-"

"I don't want to hear it. Unless you're going to tell me your name, I don't want to hear a peep out of you."

Intimidated by his bad attitude and his badge, you went quiet. You sat in the uncomfy, wooden chair, kicking your feet and watching the security cameras. You were compliantly quiet, at least until you saw a familiar face on one of the many screens. "Wanda!"

"That your name?"

"No, but-"

"Don't care then."

"But-"

"Shut up."

Surprised, you replied again, voice thick, "That's mean."

"Don't care." He turned back to his computer, making a pointed effort to ignore your sniffles and hiccups as they became more and more pronounced.

You debated about running away, but you weren't super like everyone else; you couldn't do anything. The small amount of relief granted by the knowledge that they hadn't left you behind- at least, not yet- didn't comfort you in the face of utter helplessness.

You tried to stay quiet while you cried, finding Wanda on the cameras again. You could at least keep an eye on her. Wanda looked right into the camera and you wanted to believe that she saw you, but you knew that wasn't how cameras worked. You watched her lean over and mutter something to Peter, who, in turn, whispered something in Loki's ear. You couldn't see Tony or Thor on the screen anywhere.

You did a quick scan of the other monitors for the grown ups and when you returned to Wanda's, she was gone and so were the others. You'd lost them.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat before speaking, "What's gonna happen to me?"

"Don't know."

"Am I goin' to jail?" Would Steve and Bucky be able to find you if you got arrested?

"Maybe." He sounded like he was entertaining the idea.

That prompted you to cry in earnest- you didn't want to go to jail. You could usually admit when you'd done something wrong, but everything that had happened today was an accident. You were a good girl.

Your internal monologue cut short at a knock on the door. With a heavy grunt, Officer Bennett heaved himself out of his chair and opened it, positioning himself between you and the other side, so you couldn't see past him. Whatever he saw on the other side gave him pause, then he slipped through the gap in the door and closed it behind him.

You were alone in the security office. And Officer Bennett had left his cell phone on the desk.

You scrambled over and were amazed that he didn't have a passcode on it. You remembered Steve complaining about how tedious it was to change that setting. Figuring it was an old man thing, you thanked your lucky stars and managed to open a text chat.

It had been a long time since you used a cell phone for anything other than games or taking pictures and even those typically had Steve or Bucky over your shoulder, telling you what to do. The last time you'd owned a cell phone, holo-screen tech didn't even exist.

You did, however, know your daddies' phone numbers by heart. They were now well versed in positive reinforcement. So you'd gotten a canopy for your bed in return for reeling off their phone numbers without any mistakes after weeks of practice and positive encouragement.

You dialed those numbers with shaky fingers, glancing over your shoulder to make sure the door was still closed. You weren't good at texting, though you dimly remembered being good at it once.

You typed out, "Help." "Scared." You wanted to type "officer," but you couldn't spell it, so you backpedaled, breaths coming faster as fear of being caught settled over your shoulders. You typed the name of the store instead and sent it, even though you knew you'd spelled it wrong.

And then you remembered to send your name as the doorknob rattled, so you only typed half and hit send before tossing the phone back down on the desk and getting back in your chair. You were barely seated when the door opened and an irritated-looking Officer Bennett shuffled back in, still carefully blocking your view. Once the door was closed, he clicked the lock.

He turned around to sit back down and noticed his phone- not even close to where he left it. Slowly turning his head to face you, he asked low, "Did you-"

You were trembling in your seat, but he cut off sharply, head turning to stare at the doorknob, which had started glowing with odd, red light. You were close enough that you could hear the faint clicking of metal on metal.

He looked at you, "What are you doing?" His face paled further as an eerie green glow seemed to seep in through the cracks around the door, "S-stop!"

He shrieked and you ducked your head as the door burst open and hit the wall with a crash. You suspected it had cracked the cement wall behind it.

Tentatively peeking out from under your hands, you squinted at the dust that had come loose at the impact floating through the air. Then Loki stumbled inside, closely followed by Peter and Wanda.

Loki ignored the terrified Officer Bennett, straightening indignantly, "Don't push."

Wanda rolled her eyes, "You were the one who had to be first." She smirked at him, "Feels good to save the day, doesn't it?"

"Why don't you-"

"Guys?" You finally found your voice, though it was still thin and trembling.

"We came to save you," Peter piped up.

"By the gods, what you have you three done?" Thor's voice echoed over Wanda's shoulder, just out of your sight.

Then Tony's voice, "It's bad enough I have to pay these insurance premiums when there's a crisis, now I can't even do my shopping without something getting broken?" You couldn't tell if he was serious or joking.

Tony ushered the others out, extending an arm to you, still in your seat, "C'mon kid, let me sort this out." You hesitantly stood, waiting for the guard to stop you, but it seemed like Officer Bennett was in shock because only Tony spoke, "That's it, come on. Let's get you out of there."

He steered you out of the office and back into the main store with Thor, who hoisted you off the ground and onto his hip, "Trouble always seems to find you, doesn't it, little one?"

You stared at him, suddenly nervous, "Am I in trouble?"

"No, you aren't in trouble. Don't worry, the grown ups are handling it."

Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car. Your backpack had been paid for and was in the trunk with the other bags. Your carseat was in the back row, as Peter's occupied the middle. Loki was in the backseat with you and Wanda in the middle with Peter.

You kept your voice low, hoping Tony and Thor wouldn't hear over the classic rock playing on the radio, "Thanks for saving me." You left a pause before admitting, "I was really scared."

Wanda surprised you by rolling her eyes, "Of course we would never let anyone take you away. You're our friend."

"We love you, pretty girl," Peter added, the only one who was very free with that particular word.

You glanced at Loki, who looked almost guilty, giving you a reluctant nod, his cheeks flushed silver.

You smiled and nodded, settling back into your seat and contemplating a nap. But Tony pulled off the highway early, stopping at a little diner. You were allowed to unbuckle yourself, so you climbed out of the van with the others, staying close by while Tony got Peter out too.

"Uncle Tony, are we having dinner?" Wanda chirped.

"I was thinking about it, but if you guys aren't hungry-"

Wanda took the bait, "I am! But what about Mommy?"

"You can bring something back for her, sound fair?"

You tugged on Tony's sleeve, "Me too?"

"You want to bring something back to Natasha?"

"Uh-uh, for my daddies."

"No need, squirt." He pointed behind you and you saw Steve and Bucky coming up the sidewalk from Steve's car parked a few spaces down.

"Papa!" You took care to get on the sidewalk before running over to them and jumping into Steve; you weren’t taking any chances on getting in trouble for running in a parking lot. But you hadn't realized how badly you needed to see them after something like that until they were there to make it better. You were safe with your friends, but things were better with your daddies around.

Steve held you like he'd had a scary afternoon too, pressing a frantic kiss to your forehead and holding your head tightly into the crook of his neck while he hugged you, "My sweet girl, are you alright?"

You nodded, "It was scary, but Wanda and Peter and Loki saved me."

Steve buried another kiss in your cheek, "Lucky for that security guard they did, or he would've had to deal with me-"

"Steve, it's done. Tony handled it," Bucky reminded him.

Steve grunted his understanding, a sure sign he disagreed but couldn't be bothered to argue; he had his baby back now.

Bucky leaned in to kiss your forehead too, "Let's get you something to eat, hm? Being a felon is hungry work- I'd know."

Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky grinned. Peter chimed in, reminding the three of you that everyone else was waiting, "We can get lots of food, my daddy is paying."

Thor cheered, which prompted Wanda and Peter to copy him, drawing a laugh from Steve.

"You know Pete, I'm starting to think you're only here for my money."

Peter's indignant reply was the beginning of another tangent, leading to more teasing and more laughter. And as you sat in a too-small booth, sitting on Steve's lap and blowing straw wrappers at Wanda and Loki, you realized that your bad day, as with all the bad days that had come before it, wasn't worth remembering because you were the happiest you could ever remember being.

#daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #little!reader #soft!daddy!stucky #soft!dark!daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky fluff #agere #sfw agere

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cha-melodius · 4 months

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Thanks to everyone who tagged me in the 'last sentences written in 2023' (tags below)—something I would have jumped on if I'd written a single word since I published You're the Perfect Gift for Me. The fact is, it's been A Time, and today is the first day since pretty much then that I have a brain (or time) for writing.

I know I said I was going to jump back into False Dichotomy and I AM, but my brain wrote this scene while I was lying in bed this morning and I had to get it down (this will eventually turn into a fandom fest prompt fill, some day). Slightly long but I wanted to get the drop in there lmao.

“It’s about your First Officer position,” Ellen says, glancing down at the PADD on her desk. “I know you requested Lt. Commander Clark—” Alex doesn’t like the sound of where this is going. Surely she can’t object to that pick, of all of them. “Liam will be perfect. He’s got a stellar record, excellent scores on all his exams, not to mention we already know we work well together—” “When’s the last time you actually talked to Liam, sugar?” his mom interrupts. “What?” “Liam requested to be assigned with his partner, Commander Spencer Williams, who’s serving as the Chief Science Officer on the Endeavour, which I granted. He’s not available.” Alex’s mouth opens and closes again without putting voice to the question on the tip of his tongue, because there’s no way he’s going to ask his mother for information about his friend’s partner. Fuck. Liam is involved with someone, and Alex had no clue. A male someone, not that it matters, except then what does that mean about him and Alex… Ok, now is not the time for whatever this is. “Well I need a science officer too,” he says instead. “They could both be transferred to the Enterprise.” Ellen cocks an eyebrow at him. “Or… I could find someone else,” he allows reluctantly. “I’ll look over the candidate profiles.” “No need. I’ve got the perfect First Officer for you,” she says. “Commander Henry Fox.” “No way,” Alex blurts before he can stop himself, wincing at the look on Ellen’s face. “Sorry, Mom. Admiral Claremont. Ma’am. It’s just— anyone but him. Please.” “He’s an exceptional officer, Alex,” his mother says, her tone heavy with disapproval. “His record speaks for itself. Any starship would be lucky to have him.” “Then give him to anyone else,” he pleads. “I don’t need a stuck up, humorless, asshole royal who thinks he’s better than everyone on my bridge.” “Funny how everyone who’s actually worked with him has nothing but glowing things to say about him,” she returns dryly. “I think he’d be good for you, sugar. You’ve got what it takes to be a brilliant captain, but you need someone as a First Officer who will balance you. Someone like Fox.” “You’re forgetting that he hates me,” Alex argues. “He’ll never agree to this.” Ellen stares at him for a beat. “He requested the assignment, actually.”

I am tempted not to tag anyone bc I'm not sure I'm ready for this one to be perceived but OH WELL. Tags below the cut.

Thanks for the various end-of-23, beginning-of-24, and WIP Wednesday tags @orchidscript, @kiwiana-writes, @cricketnationrise, @firenati0n, @cultofsappho, @leaves-of-laurelin, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @inexplicablymine

Tagging @rmd-writes, @clottedcreamfudge, @myheartalivewrites, @dumbpeachjuice, @three-drink-amy, @indomitable-love, @indestructibleheart, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @ships-to-sail, @iboatedhere, @sherryvalli, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @nicijones, @heytheredeann, @mirilyawrites and anyone who wants an open tag, jump on it and tag me!

#wip wednesday #my wips #rwrb #rwrb fic

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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A recent loki reaction you wrote made me think of this

How would ror characters react to you crushing a watermelon between your thighs?

-It started with a challenge, someone calling you weak, a minor god, thinking he was being funny, bullying a female human warrior, unaware of your true strength.

-Many of the humans and gods around the training grounds all looked honestly a bit terrified, as you were way stronger than you looked!

-You kept a cool head and walked out of the training grounds before returning about ten minutes later with two large watermelons, the biggest ones you could find.

-You looked at the god who was confused and you grinned, “Square up, cupcake! Loser cleans up the mess afterwards!”

-He was furious at your cockiness, instantly agreeing before you handed him a watermelon, “Break it with your thighs only, if you’re strong enough!”

-Hercules and Ares were snickering, watching with amusement while Lu Bu and Thor were a bit confused until Brunnhilde told them breaking a watermelon with one’s thighs was actually quite difficult, which made them curious, wanting to try it as well.

-You and the god sat next to each other, putting the watermelon between your thighs and he did the same thing, thinking it was going to be easy.

-When he started trying, straining hard, “What the hell?! Why is this so hard?!” you sat there while the other gods and warriors were all teasing him.

-Zeus and Loki were cheering for you, making you grin as the other god wasn’t able to do this, “I couldn’t do it, what makes you think you can sweetheart?!”

-Your eyelid twitched only slightly before you inhaled an instantly you clenched your thighs together and within seconds the watermelon burst from all sides.

-And just so the god couldn’t accuse you of cheating, you grabbed his watermelon and crushed his as well, not straining at all, looking over at him with a smug little grin.

-Jack and Kojiro were gawking while Hercules, Ares, Lu Bu, and Raiden were howling with laughter, nearly falling over each other while Hades and Thor were laughing quietly into their hands and Brunnhilde had her arms folded beneath her chest, a smug look on her face.

-Loki had heart eyes as he kneeled behind you, his arms wrapping around your neck, “Y/N~ would you do that to my head if I ask nicely?” you glanced over your shoulder with a small grin, pecking his cheek, “Perhaps~”

-The god was in awe, as he had been boasting how strong he was, and he couldn’t break the watermelon and you broke two!! And you made it look easy!!

-You stood and headed for the showers, to rinse off, while the god was forced to clean up the mess while dealing with being laughed at, but now with more respect for you and your thighs.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki

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layla4567 · 5 months

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Hello! thanks for the D-90 fanfic, I know he was a secondary character and there is no so much material about him and I appreciate that you agreed to my request and did your best :D ! this time, may I request a mobius x reader? super cute super fluff

Thank you for your nice message, I appreciate that you liked it even though it was a little short. (I made it a fem reader but I never really describe the gender of the reader I hope you don't mind)

My silly little man

Mobius x Fem!reader

Summary: You want to organize something special for Mobius because you started to think that you don't really know when his birthday is, in fact, no one who works at the TVA really knows when they were born. After discovering that you were not created by the time keepers, your mission will be to find out Mobius' birthday with the help of Loki and give him a nice gift.

Warnings: just fluff

Word count: 3k

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With your hands framing your face and your elbows resting on the table, you listened attentively to Mobius talking about his favorite topic, jetskis.

"They are super fast vehicles and glide through the water like fish. I think it would be great to get on one of those, I would feel like Poseidon!"

Mobius' little eyes shone with excitement with every sentence he said and his body language was that of a happy child, he leaned over the table, moved his hands and from time to time he giggled, in short, he couldn't stop moving.

"And the best of all is that despite their size they are very light and can be carried on by more than one person.."

You nodded and smiled, memorizing every useful fact about jetskis. Suddenly Mobius remained silent, looking at you somewhat embarrassed.

"Hey… I'm not boring you, am I?"

"No! Of course not! It's funny when you talk to me about those jetskis"-you said surprised

He smiled with relief and ate a piece of his key lime pie. He wanted to take a break and decided to go with you to the pie room where you two were now. Whenever he felt stressed or discouraged, his favorite dessert that gave him the best comfort was key lime pie.

"You haven't tried your pie, aren't you hungry?"

"Oh, when I listen to you I forget everything else."

He seemed to blush and smiled shyly, you decided to take a taste of the pie. It was mint green and had a scoop of cream on top. When you put the fork in your mouth, your eyes widened.

"My God Mobius! It's delicious!"

"Have you never tried it before?"

"Ah ah"-You shook your head as you stuffed your cheeks with the delicious key lime pie. You looked like a bloated squirrel.

You finished the key lime pie before Mobius but you did it in such a hurry that you didn't realize that you had gotten cream on the corner of your mouth.

"You've got something… a little dirty. Here, let me help you."

Mobius took a small handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and wiped the corner of your lip as you moved closer to him and made eye contact.

"Better?"-you asked

"Much better"-he said smiling

You smiled back warmly, he was a great man always willing to help. So gentlemanly and helpful with a fatherly attitude that no one else at TVA had. Although it is true that sometimes he was a little strange and made bad jokes, you always laughed because you adored him.

"Well I thought I was the only person who loved pie´s but I see that someone else beat me to it."-He said pointing to your empty plate.

You laughed, looking down and shrugging your shoulders, and when you looked up again you saw on the clock that it was time to go back to work.

"Oh, I think we talked too much, I better go back to my office, I don't want Miss Minutes to get angry."

He waved his hand dismissively. "That cartoon clock? Don't worry, she's probably busy chatting with Mickey Mouse and his friend Donald Duck."

You laughed again this time harder at his silly joke as you both got up and went back to your offices.

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Hours later you were sitting pretending to work but in reality you were looking through the Mobius archives looking for important information, while from time to time you looked through their jetski magazines. Loki, who was next to you, looked at you out of the corner of his eye, intrigued. Suddenly he rolled up a magazine and hit you on the shoulder with it, you jumped and turned around offended.

"Ouch? What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn't you be working?"

"Ugh forget it Loki, you're not interested in what I'm doing."

"Right, but do you know who would be interested? What was the name of that grumpy judge who was a friend of Mobius? Oh, I remember, Ravonna! She'd be very upset if she caught you lazing around."

He made to stand up with a mischievous smile to tell Ravonna about your lack of efficiency when you stopped him by the wrist before he left.

"Fine, you win!! I'll tell you what I'm doing but don't tell Ravonna."

"I'm listening"

"I need to know Mobius's birthday"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"It's just that… haven't you stopped to think that no one here remembers the day they were born? Now we know that we are variants but we don't remember our birthdays, for example, you remember when you were born, right?"

"Of course I remember"

"See? That's my point, it's important to remember our birthday to know who we are, and Mobius needs to know who he is, or at least be reminded."

Loki looked at you for a while, thoughtful.

"Are you sure that's the only reason you're doing this?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Well, I mean, it's curious that you only want to know Mobius's birthday and not anyone else."

You avoided making eye contact with him and blushed slightly, you didn't want to lie to Loki because he was after all the god of mischief and no lie escaped him, but you didn't want to be so obvious either.

"Well, you know, Mobius is an important worker at the TVA, he is very good and understanding, loyal and patient and… he is someone important to me.."-you said in a low voice

Loki laughed, unable to contain himself, and you looked at him, frowning. Did he dare to mock you just now?

"I already knew that, I just wanted to see you admit it."

You punched him in the arm with your fist while he continued laughing. A while later he calmed down and told you

"Okay, I'll help you with whatever you need."

"I knew you would do it"-you smiled

You both agreed to use a Tempad to be able to travel to the Mobius timeline, without anyone finding out.

Walking shoulder to shoulder the two of you advanced through the halls of the TVA finding a place where you could open the time door without anyone seeing you, unfortunately Mobius was nearby talking to B-15 and saw you.

"Oh hey Loki, Y/N where are you going?"

"Oh uhh we were going to… we…-"-You murmured nervously.

"An alert sounded on our Tempads, it's just an annoying variant. Not very dangerous"-Loki said confidently helping you get by.

"How strange, no alarm went off in my Tempad"

"Not in mine either"-B-15 said, looking at them suspiciously.

"Well, I guess you'll have to send them to O.B to check them."

Loki smiled calmly and placed a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you to continue walking. They both walked away from Mobius and B-15 without looking back for fear that they would follow them. When they finally made sure that you and Loki were alone, they opened the time door.

"Phew, that was close."-you sighed

"Yeah, and be thankful that I saved you because you don't know how to lie."

"Hey!"

You couldn't say anything more because Loki rolled his eyes and pushed you slightly so that you crossed the time door and he followed you from behind.

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When you two walked out the door, a strong ray of sunlight hit your faces, forcing you to squint. A fresh breeze moved their hair and the soft singing of the birds sweetened their ears. In front of you was a picturesque house with toys lying in front near the sidewalk. Loki put his hands on his hips and you stood still waiting for something to happen.

"So, this is where the original Mobius lives, not bad, I mean, it's not the palace of Asgard but it looks comfortable-"

"Shh, someone's coming!"

From afar you saw how Mobius approached carrying two huge garbage cans making it difficult for him to walk. He was wearing a white shirt and pants with a blue vest, you sensed that it was the uniform of his original job.

"Ok guys we have a new rule and that is any toy found outside your room is gonna clasified as garbage. That is trash"

You watched as Mobius gathered the toys and felt your heart sink, so he had children. And if he had children that meant that maybe he also had a wife… you wrinkled your brow just thinking about it. Suddenly a blonde boy who was squatting ran out while Mobius called him shouting his name, to make matters worse another slightly older boy came out from behind the house and went for his brother. You lowered your head a little crestfallen, you no longer felt so much desire to visit him.

"Hey, what's wrong?"-Loki asked you worried

"Nothing, I don't think it was a good idea to come…"

You were about to turn around when Loki stopped you by the arm.

"No, no hey, hey wait. I know this seems strange but just because he has a son doesn't mean he should have a wife. Maybe he's a single father."

You didn't seem very convinced but you still stopped and turned to look at him.

"Besides, do you really think that if he had a wife, all those toys would be lying in the yard? Don't you think she would have already gone out to see what was going on?"

You hadn't thought about that, of course, Mobius seemed more like the kind of father who would be single and his children would drive him crazy. You smiled tenderly as you thought about that and as you remembered his fatherly attitude at the TVA, it made sense now.

"You're right, we shouldn't dramatize so much. Let's try to talk to him."-you sighed in relief

You and Loki walked towards the house where Mobius was still gathering the toys, carrying them under his arm as best he could. He suddenly turned around and was surprised to see the two of you.

"Oh hello there, do you need anything?"

Why did your throat feel dry every time you went to talk to him? The words didn't seem to come out of your mouth and your hands were sweating. You hated him. Loki once again came to your aid.

"We wanted to ask you something"

"Do you want to buy a jetski?"

Suddenly you forgot all nervousness and took a step forward

"Are you a jetski salesman?"

"Of course! That's what I dedicate myself to. Don, to serve you"

He extended his hand to shake it and you gladly did so. You were happy to know about his past and why he was always interested in those vehicles, finally the pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fit together.

"Come with me, I have some excellent jetskis in my garage that I want to show you"

Don stepped forward and you whispered in Loki's ear.

"Don is a nice name, it suits him"

"So you think?"-he grimaced

The gray-haired man opened the door to his garage and showed them two beautiful jetskis in good condition.

"These are my greatest treasures, I shouldn't sell them to you but my wife is no longer here so no one is stopping me."-he laughed softly

Upon hearing that you raised your eyebrows without being able to contain yourself. Loki spoke to downplay your not at all hidden reaction.

"They are beautiful but we are looking for other models, could we chat inside? If you don't mind, of course"

"Alright, do you want something to drink? I have a couple of beers."

"It wouldn't be wise, we have to get back to work in a bit."

Suddenly Don seemed to notice your clothes and nodded smiling. Upon entering Don's house you could see that the disorder was also present there and not just in his yard. There were plates and pots piled up in the kitchen sink. On the table there were crayons, papers, glasses and tin soldiers. He hurriedly took out those things, apologizing profusely.

"Sorry for the mess, single dad."-He smiled embarrassedly.

"Do not worry I understand"

You looked at him, smiling tenderly, watching each of his movements and how you moved away his children's toys and drawings. Despite everything you thought he was a great father

"Well, sit down please, what model of jetski were you looking for?"

The three of you sat down and you and Loki looked at each other in silence not knowing what to say, you hadn't planned what to say, usually you improvised on the fly, especially Loki.

"Well we needed a big jetski of a specific color..."-it occurred to you to say

"Yes, yes and it is a special color to identify it from the other jetskis"-Loki said

"Okay, what color would it be? We have green, yellow, blue.."

"Purple maybe?"

"Or how about mother-of-pearl and gold?"

"Ok, that's a unique color."-Don said

You looked at Loki wanting to rip his head off. After all, he couldn't stop being the eccentric prince that he was. Don looked at the two of you confused, trying to guess if you were playing a prank on him.

"Look, I'll bring a magazine from the store where I work so you can see the prices and colors. I'll be right back."

When the gray-haired man left the kitchen you jumped up and looked around the place trying to find something that would tell you Mobius' birthday. On his refrigerator there were a lot of photos and notes stuck with magnets. His children's birthdays were written in the notes but not his, obviously. You sat back down quickly when Don returned with a jetski magazine.

"Well here it is, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."

You took the magazine smiling and approached Loki so you could both see the jetskis, obviously you had to feign interest so Don wouldn't get suspicious, but how could you get him to reveal the information you needed? Suddenly something occurred to you

"We are actually looking for a jetski to give to a friend for his birthday"

"Wow they must love their friend very much. I would have loved to receive that as a birthday gift"-he laughed

"Really? When is your birthday?"

"Oh it's already happened, it was October 15"

You looked at Loki and smiled at him, winking, he looked at you surprised at your abilities.

"Well in that case, happy belated birthday."

"Thank you"

You and Don looked at each other smiling tenderly, Loki smiled happily but then cleared his throat, bringing you back to reality and reminding you that they had to leave. With regret you saw Don again

"Well, I think we'll come back another day, there are so many jetskis that I can't decide"

"Yeah, and also if we don't go back to work our boss will get angry."-Loki said

The gray-haired man looked a little sad but managed to give a small smile.

"Oh ok, I got it. Please come back whenever you want, you are welcome in this house."

He walked you to the door but before leaving you grabbed his hand and gave it a loving squeeze.

"Thanks for everything"

The way you said it suggested that you thanked him for more than just showing you his jetskis. You and Loki left the house and returned to the TVA through the time door.

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"And now what will we do? We already know that Mobius's birthday is October 15th but we still don't have any gifts for him"-You sighed frustratedly, sliding into your seat.

"And we should decorate the place too, just saying"

You rolled your eyes, growling and covering your face.

"Loki, you are not helping, instead of saying what I already know we should do, propose an idea"

"Sorry i'm trying! I have never had to organize a birthday party before"

You scratched your head, frowning and trying to come up with something.

"Well we could ask O.B to design something for Mobius, maybe a miniature jetski, you know O.B is good at inventing and fixing things"

Loki nodded listening attentively.

"And to decorate the place we will have to ask B-15 and Casey for help. We won't be able to do it alone"

"Pftt speak for yourself"

You looked at him frowning and he laughed but then he got serious and cleared his throat.

"Alright, let's go see that little inventor."

It didn't take long for the two of you to reach the basement where O.B worked. As always he greeted them smiling happy as a clam.

"Guys! It's nice to see you! What are you doing here?"

Suddenly you felt a little bad about what you were going to ask him, O.B was already a busy man and his office seemed like the result of a whirlwind of things, all messy. But Mobius was priority now

"I need you to try to recreate a miniature jetski, it doesn't have to be perfect. You can do it with whatever you find, screws, wires, whatever you want. Just try to make it look like a jetski"

You handed him a magazine that you had taken from Mobius's desk drawer so he would know the exact shape he should recreate.

"Ok! May I ask why do I have to do this?"

"Well, it's a gift for Mobius but don't say anything, it's a surprise."-you winked

"Alright, I won't say anything, I promise"

You and Loki left the little bespectacled man to work and headed into the hallways looking for Casey and B-15. They went a long way when they found Mobius again.

"Hello again, have you caught the variant yet?"

"What variant?-"

Suddenly you stomped on Loki to keep his mouth shut. He grabbed his foot, growling and looked at you angrily. You only saw Mobius and smiled nervously.

"Yes, we already caught it, luckily everything turned out well"

"Hmm, right."

You quickly took Loki by the arm, cursing inwardly while Mobius stood with his hands on his hips, looking at them suspiciously. He wasn't stupid, it was obvious that he knew something was wrong, and Loki almost ruined it.

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Mobius was upset and confused, pacing back and forth trying to figure out what you two were up to. He was racking his brain trying to figure out if they had gotten into trouble and were afraid to tell him. To console himself he ate a slice of pie. He suddenly realized that you spent a lot of time with Loki and he felt weird. Was it jealousy? But why would I be jealous of Loki? He was his friend and you… you… well, anyway. He told himself he didn't have to worry. When you finish eating the pie. He went to see O.B and was surprised by the silence there was, it was a heavy, suffocating silence as if something was lurking and was about to attack him. When he got to the basement he didn't see anyone, he turned around to look somewhere else and that's when he found a large banner with his name and the phrase "Happy Birthday."

"What the..-"

Suddenly Casey, O.B, Loki, B-15 and you came out from behind the engineer's desk and yelled "surprise!". Mobius turned around, startled and confused.

"What is all this??"

You approached with your hands behind your back and smiling from ear to ear.

"It's a birthday party, listen I know it sounds weird but you never knew when you were really born so Loki and I went to your original timeline and found out! Isn't it amazing?!"

Mobius opened his eyes wide and murmured.

"You and Loki did what? Why?"

"We all deserve to know where we come from to know who we are. We must know our past to understand our present. Today is not October 15 but we still wanted to celebrate that somewhere and at some time on earth you were born"-you looked at Loki and the others

"And remind you what a good person you are, and a great friend too"

"A loyal and helpful TVA agent"-B-15 said

"The man who always visits me and asks me how I am"-O.B said

"Or the man who is always patient and knows how to listen"-Casey said

Mobius looked at everyone moved and then looked at you.

"And most importantly, the person who is always there for everyone, who is understanding, passionate and optimistic. You always know what to say and when. We care about you Mobius, especially me"

Mobius didn't know what to say and his eyes were already wet, when from behind you you took out the gift that O.B had finished, a pocket jetski made of metal and welded. It was a little rustic and lacked paint but it was perfect

"I apologize for not being able to paint it, I didn't have time"-O.B said

Mobius laughed tenderly and grabbed the jetski, tears of happiness now running down his cheeks. He admired the piece of metal as if it were a treasure, that was more than he could wish for or imagine. He looked at all his friends smiling, he couldn't believe they had done something like that for him.

"I really don't know what to say, thank you"

"You don't have to say anything"

You hugged Mobius and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he melted into your arms inhaling your perfume and closing his eyes like a newborn being lulled to sleep.

"I love you silly little man"

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small note: I'm not an astrologist or anything but I couldn't decide whether to make Mobius of the sign cancer or libra, in the end I decided on libra lol

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11queensupreme11 · 28 days

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THE CLIFFHANGER!

Loki found Percy's mortal spot! Oh my gosh.

The amount of times I giggled like a maniac from reading this chapter 😅🤣

I found the debutante ball so cool, and Percy having a mid-life crisis, and then being an adorable dork during the dance, and then Loki, LOKI!

Well, at least Percy was right about one thing: Loki is jealous, but the chaotic gremlin will never admit it. Nuh uh.

I also find the fact that Odin agreed to a marriage between Percy and Loki for the fact that he no longer had to deal with Loki.

It's like a parent being so done with their kid that they want them to move out already and start a family of their own that they can annoy.

But at the same time, if Loki and Percy were to have children they'll be all the gods worse nightmare.

Adorable little gremlins!

the funny part is that everyone in valhalla except those who ACTUALLY know percy think she's just sooooo well-behaved and odin's all "ah, finally, a decent wife to control my wild nephew" and then BAM the poki kids turn out to be the most chaotic gremlins to ever exist 👹

odin's gonna screw himself over by shipping poki 😭

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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pascaloverx · 14 days

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Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author. This chapter contains scenes of violence.

chapter six chapter eight

Chapter Seven

You feel your body weigh heavily as you arrive in front of the room where Prince Steve is staying. The sensation is almost agonizing, while in your head everything seems chaotic. Entering your potential future husband's room now means going against the Regent King. Going against the King could get you killed. What if Steve gives up on you? What if you're not worth the effort?

At the same time, going back now doesn't make sense; you've taken something precious from Thor that he'll be furious about when he notices. King Odin would be disappointed if you didn't carry out his elaborate plan.

"Don't you think it's better to come in?" Prince Steve speaks, and you startle. He's behind you, with a weary look. You imagine he must have spent the day saying goodbye to Asgard.

"What if after I enter, something significant changes our lives forever? I don't know if I'm strong enough." You speak, allowing yourself to be vulnerable near Steve. He gently runs his hands over your shoulders, as if wanting to comfort someone but not knowing how. You sigh and turn to face him.

"What's that in your hand?" Steve asks, curious. You show him the key to the secret room that holds the sacred fire. He stares at the key as if he knows what it's about, and then he looks at you.

"The key to solving our situation. Thor won't let me marry you, but King Odin, he told me how to force a royal marriage. Funny thing is, until I came here to show you this key, I thought this plan made sense. Now I'm not so sure anymore." You say, about to hide the key, but Steve takes it from your hand.

"What do we need?" Steve asks, holding your hand. You smile a little foolishly, thinking that this wasn't the reaction you expected.

"Are you sure you want to create tension between Kyrax and Asgard? You can still back out..." You speak logically, but deep down you want to take the risk. The problem is, this could change the lives of many people, not just yours. Steve doesn't seem as doubtful as you. In fact, he kisses you before you can finish what you want to say.

"I asked you to be my Queen. I won't back down. Even if it means a disagreement between Kingdoms. You and I are partners now. No backing out, okay?" Steve speaks between your kisses. You nod in agreement, even though you don't believe in this madness yourself.

"We're going to need Loki. He needs to make our relationship official." You say while holding the hem of Prince Steve's garment. He gets a little serious.

"Can you convince him to help?" Steve asks. You think Loki will easily want to help if it means he gets on his brother's nerves. But you notice that Steve's seriousness could be jealousy. He must imagine that you are going to convince Loki sexually.

"I'm not going to sleep with him if that's what you want to know. Making it clear that to get this key, I had to sleep with Thor. And that I'm not going to give up my freedom because we'll be married." You say, looking firmly into Steve's eyes. He looks thoughtful.

"I'm sorry. I can't criticize you myself, I spent the night in a kind of farewell with James Barnes. And I don't want to stop you from doing anything. I just want your loyalty and partnership." Steve says, approaching and touching his fingers lightly on your face. You kiss his hand as if to say you agree with this.

"Go to the sacred fire room and wait for me there. I will take Loki and we will finally be married. And please be careful. You are a Prince but Thor now has the power of a King." Your concern about Steve's life and well-being shows that even in a short time, Steve has already managed to carve out a space in your heart.

It doesn't take long for you to convince Loki to help you. As you predicted, he was pleased to know that he would make Thor's life difficult.

"Are you lovebirds ready?" Loki says as he watches you and Steve prepare for the wedding ceremony. You prepare for the ritual that involves letting Loki place your blood and Steve's into the sacred flame and then bless our union. You watch as Loki takes a dagger from his pocket and cuts your arm, placing the blood under the fire. The flame of the sacred fire changes color as your blood touches it. You glance at Steve as Loki approaches to conclude this part of the ceremony. But before Loki can do anything, Thor enters the secret room. He looks furious. He grabs Prince Steve by the neck and throws him away. You try to move, wanting to go help Steve but once the ritual begins, it can't be ended without the wedding.

"I suggest you continue to bless a union, brother. I'm sure Prince Steve will soon come to his senses." Thor speaks, looking with some anger at Loki and you. You know you're fucked.

"Without the groom, my lovely brother, I have no way of completing this union." Loki responds by standing still holding the dagger.

"Don't be that way. You can continue this ceremony with me." Thor speaks as he approaches the sacred fire. You tense up as you watch Loki cut off Thor's arm. Thor's blood falls under the sacred fire and you look at it.

"Have you gone crazy?" You ask, looking at Thor who seems to ignore you. Loki then looks at you as if to say there is no escape.

"For you, yes. I lost my mind." Thor speaks as Loki continues the ceremony. The flame of the sacred fire grows, almost burning anyone nearby as soon as Loki formalizes your union with Thor. You look indignantly at Thor but you don't have time to notice anything else, because you're going to make sure Steve is okay. Fortunately, he is breathing and must have just been unconscious.

"Congratulations Y/N. You are officially Queen of Asgard. And we're screwed." Loki says as Thor leaves the room without saying anything to any of us.

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five-rivers · 2 years

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Life's Great Lie 7

It was early in the morning when she got the call. Sixish. The other numbers on the clock didn’t register to her.

“Hey,” said Tucker, “guess what government agency I just hacked.”

Sam sat up, all traces of sleep gone. Her hand curled around the wing of the nearest stuffed bat. “You found him?”

“Sort of. Ever hear of SHIELD?”

“No,” said Sam. “Is it part of the GIW?” Ever since the Fentons came back without Danny and locked themselves in Fentonworks, that had been her biggest fear.

“I found them through the GIW, but they seem to be partitioned pretty well, along with something called HYDRA…”

“What, like World War Two HYDRA?”

“You know them?”

“They were one of Hitler’s science divisions,” said Sam. “They… My great-grandparents were rescued from one of their camps by Captain America.”

Tucker paused. “Funny you should mention Captain America,” he said, the words almost tumbling over each other. “Because apparently, he works for SHIELD. Or with SHIELD? It’s a little unclear, actually. I’m not sure he’s getting paid.”

“Focus, Tucker,” said Sam. “How is Danny involved?”

“He’s been mind controlled by an evil clown.”

“What? Freakshow?”

“No, this one’s green and Norse god themed. Loki. Has a scepter, too, though, which is a weird coincidence. And he’s from space.”

“An evil green clown from outer space is mind controlling Danny?” That was… an eclectic bundle of traits, even for them. Like someone had thrown darts at a board of character concepts. Or took Freakshow, swapped his palette and made him an alien.

At least it wasn’t the GIW.

“And making him fight Iron Man and Captain America in… Germany. Stuttgart, Germany. Oh, this is live.”

“You have eyes on him?” She swung her feet over the side of her bed and reached for her laptop.

“Electronic ones, but yeah. Gotta love the body cam trend. I’m sending you the footage on a secure link, but I’ll have to delete it, after. I don’t want to show up if they investiga—”

Sam, having just clicked on the link, swore. “He’s human, Tucker.”

“Yep, I know.”

“He’s fighting them as a human. That means they know who he is.”

“Yeah.”

Clearly, the problem with that wasn’t clicking for him. “That means they know who we are.”

“Crap,” said Tucker. “Plan?”

“Not much we can do to help Danny, but… He didn’t hurt anyone in that fight. Not seriously.”

“I think Captain America cleared thirty feet on that throw, so…”

“Captain America’s abilities are well documented. He’ll live. I think Danny is fighting this, or at least working around it. We can’t trust SHIELD if they’re associated with the GIW and HYDRA, even a little bit, so… We need to find out where they keep prisoners, in case they catch Danny, and figure out how to stay away from them. They’re going to come looking for us eventually.”

There was a tapping sound from the other side of the line. “Ghost weapons will only get us so far.”

“Yeah,” agreed Sam. “Secret government agency versus two teens armed with weapons that only hurt dead people. Three, if Jazz gets back soon. Not much math there.”

“Objection. The Fenton Anti-Creep Stick can hurt a wide variety of people.”

“It’s just a baseball bat with the name Fenton painted on it in phase-proof paint. Not much good against bullets.” She knelt on the floor and reached under her bed. After a moment of groping, she pulled out a thermos. “I have an idea, but I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“Is it some variation of sneak over to Germany and hit Danny with the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick until he snaps out of it?”

“We don’t even know if that will work,” said Sam. “It didn’t with Freakshow.”

“We couldn’t even hit him when he was with Freakshow.”

“You think that’s changed? No. Even if he can’t go ghost for some reason, he actually knows how to dodge now. I was thinking about a trip to the museum.”

“You’re right, I don’t like it.”

“It’s the best weapon we have access to, and I trust you.”

“I don’t trust me. Besides, do you really think that a second mind control scepter is the thing we need right now?”

“We need something.”

Tucker sighed. “How are we even going to get it? It’s in a museum.”

“I haven’t been able to empty the thermos since Danny’s parents came back. It’s almost full.”

“Oh, no,” said Tucker.

Releasing the Box Ghost (among other sundry minor animal and blob ghosts) into the museum caused a predictable amount of chaos, especially when the staff sprinted into back rooms and downstairs to protect the archives. They still used boxes and crates for that, here. Rookie move.

“Come on,” said Sam, making sure her hoodie was on and her blaster was primed. Tucker, with his PDA and ‘ghost noise’ generator, followed behind. With all their precautions, they’d hopefully wouldn’t be identifiable on the security cameras.

Duulaman’s Scarab Scepter sat in the display case in front of them. She raised her blaster and fired. The glass broke.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Tucker, hand hovering in front of him.

“Yeah, but we can try something else if you’re really worried about it. You stopped yourself last time. You controlled it.”

“Yeah,” said Tucker. He swallowed. “Okay. I’ve got this.”

He picked up the staff, and the museum dissolved in a whirl of sand. They were standing on top of a dune, pyramids in the distance. Tucker’s fingers looked bloodless from the stress of his grip.

“Tucker,” said Sam, cautiously.

“It’s okay,” said Tucker. “I can do this. Just. Give me a second.”

The sand swirled again, and they were in Tucker’s bedroom. He dropped the staff with a gasp. A fine layer of sand drifted to the floor.

“That was,” he said, “something. I could.” He covered his mouth with one hand. “I could take us to Germany,” he said, voice harsher than usual.

“We don’t know if Danny is still there,” said Sam.

“R- Right,” said Tucker. “I need to—I need to sit down.”

Mrs. Foley’s voice rose from downstairs. “What agency did you say you worked with again, Mr. Coulson?”

#danny phantom #op!danny x marvel #dp/marvel crossover #dannymay

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le-morte-d-belle · 6 months

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Look who's in their Loki Era

I'm so fucking ugly, it isn't even funny.

I love how I have a backlog of stories to finish, but after watching all of these Loki edits on the clock app I have a sudden need to write my one Loki story that's been on the back burner for years.

Anyone interested in a Loki x Goddess of Death MC set in either pre/Thor 1 or like, pre-TVA?

Essentially, the first idea is:

Loki and MC are arranged to be married despite their wishes. MC has never known anything outside her kingdom but agrees to the arrangement out of loyalty to her brother. Loki, on the other hand, knows this is Odin's way of punishing him by marrying him off to a princess form a barely thriving kingdom they “aligned” with years ago and doesn't appreciate the reminder he’ll never be Thor’s equal as this farce of a marriage just illustrates to the rest of the king how “highly” his father thinks of him. Kinda follows the MCU timeline/Thor 1 movie with obvious changes.

Wait is it too late for an idea like this?

The second idea is:

MC is tired of being a god of death. She hates the fact that people either fear her or hate her for taking them away from the realm of the living. She desperately wants to be "seen" but finds it hard to do so because she takes her job seriously. However, after meeting Loki once again, she decides to take a chance at being selfish and harbors the fugitive in her kingdom, Mictlan, while he tries to restrategize and recover from his escape with the tesseract.

This story is way fluffier. Also, it has a more central theme like growth/change as MC will learn to let loose and Loki learns to be more grounded/enjoy the simplicity of life.

Anywho, please let me know your thoughts!

**Edited concept 1 a bit because wow did I miss the mark, character personality wise, on that one for Loki. Don’t get me wrong, we’ll still get possessive and a bit unhinged Loki, but I totally want to explore the “at his wits end”, “cares to much but won’t tell anyone”, I love my family but gods I wish the would ‘see’ me”, Loki**

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 6 months

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I think it's really rich how the Loki series showrunners like to talk about Loki's problems and emotions as if he were some moody, hormonal teenager, while currently in the show Sylvie is acting like some sullen, edgy, emo bitch-brat, hating everything and everyone, sticking safety pins in her armor and working at frickin' McDonalds. And this is supposed to be seen as cooler than Loki because her "trauma was worse and her scars are deeper", yadda yadda yadda. Like??? Do they not see their own double standard??? Do they not smell their own bullshit???

I know you aren't watching the show, and the Loki series is your least favorite subject right now, it is mine too, but every time I see something related to it I just. Want to put my fist through a wall. Everything these people have said about Loki is so wrong it's like my brain can't comprehend it. Anyway thank you for being so incredibly patient with all the Loki-related anons, including mine!

And on the subject of Sylvie's armor, I can't stand seeing her wear that design. If she is so special, being "her own person" and all, then she really should stop co-opting Loki's costume and find something else. Something that's just as, um...."original" as she is. 😒

Hey, I love the anons so keep 'em coming! (I know I'm super slow with them though, so sorry about that)

I couldn't agree more about the double standard. It genuinely baffles me that they're so uninterested in one of the most complex characters the MCU has ever had. They clearly understand he's like a magnet for the fanbase, hence all the promo centring him, but they seem so keen to grab that complexity and turn it to shreds in order to make him more palatable, and it's like... he already has a lot of fans kissing his ass. You want more? Don't change him, just make a good series! Get the same freaking character acting the same way he's always been, put him in situations and we'll watch the damn thing even if it's not that good just to see him. What's not clicking?! 🤦‍♀️

It doesn't make sense to me. Disney+ needed the Marvel series to be profitable, and they want a bigger audience and more money. Okay, cool. But why, why do the execs think the only way to get people interested is by nerfing the characters and making them simpler? It's such a classist belief that ""people"" will only understand something if it's on its most superficial state.

It reminds me of this idiot minister in the UK who said he was worried people wouldn't be able to understand The Crown is fiction and not a documentary on the actual events in real life. At the time so many news headlines read "The citizens are so stupid, they think TV series are an accurate depiction of reality!" instead of "This minister is so stupid he thinks everyone is as dumb as him".

Sorry about that, I needed to rant too lol I don't know what Sylvie is wearing now but I suppose she will be wearing the Loki armour still. It is funny, she's not a Loki but she has to wear the suit otherwise no one would remember she's supposed to be a Loki since she doesn't act like one at all. See how Loki is wearing stupid TVA clothes and we all know who he is? But she has to wear the Loki suit.

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Friends with Benefits

Reader x Thor x Loki

College AU kind of

⚠️ 18+, probably swearing, smut, Thor is a bit of an asshole I think 😂

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Loki watched as your head fell backwards as you laughed at one of Thors jokes. Your eyes were closed and your teeth were visible. You reached up, placing one of your hands over your chest as you continued to guffaw, eventually placing that hand on Thors thigh when you came back to reality.

“You’re too funny.” You giggled, turning slightly to face Thor who wore a smug expression.

“Isn’t he just.” Natasha added, looking at both of you. “So, making things official?” She quietly added to the conversation making Lokis breath hitch. Official? He knew you and Thor had hooked up a few times, he was unfortunate enough to hear it, but he didn’t think things were serious. Did others think they were? Was he too blind to see that you and Thor were in love with one another? Surely not.

You awkwardly waited for Thor to answer as you picked up your drink, taking another sip. You personally didn’t think that things were ‘official’ but things were certainly something. You and Thor both started hooking up a few months ago when you were both drunk at a party. The guy you had been previously talking to and occasionally sexting had walked in with some other girl leaving you feeling upset, used. You and Thor were friends and had been for a while and so he instantly saw your mood change. He offered to take you home and when he did, you invited him inside. A game of strip poker and a bottle of vodka later, you had crossed the boundary between friends and fuckbudies which is what you both quickly became.

From that night, whenever you were feeling low, high, happy or sad, you’d find Thor and engage in a round of sex. You kept it as friends with benefits as something was missing. The sex was far from sensual, it was quick, rough and rousing. Gentle caresses were pushed aside for hard thrusts. Loving words were exchanged for profanities. It lacked emotion but it sufficed. It was enough. As well as that, other guys didn’t trouble you, they all assumed you were Thors and no one on campus was willing to approach Thors girl in fear that he’d retaliate. As much as Thor was caring and considerate, well, in front of everyone, he also had a deep seated rage that anyone who crossed him felt the ugly side of. Being like this with Thor worked, until one of your close friends questioned the relationship.

When Thor hadn’t answered by the time you had finished your drink, you stood up, quickly excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, Thor and Lokis joint flat didn’t have a large enough window for you to jump out of in the bathroom so you could only hope the previous conversation would be forgotten by the time you got back to the living room. Entering, you put the toilet seat down before sitting on top of it, counting down from sixty so you could flush the toilet, wash your hands and leave. When you got to 43, the door knocked.

“Y/n it’s me.” Thor spoke through the door.

“I’m having a piss.” You answered, sighing.

“You aren’t.” He answered with a faint chuckle. Sighing again, you stood up and opened the door, letting Thor inside. “What’s the matter? Have I done something wrong?” He questioned, placing a hand on your cheek. Sometimes Thor was nothing if not ignorant.

“So, what are we?” You asked, looking down to the floor.

“You’re my girl.” He answered, using his index finger to tilt your chin upwards before pressing his lips onto yours.

“Why didn’t you answer Natasha then?” You asked, pulling away. “If I’m your ‘girl’ then things are official, why didn’t you say that to her?” You scoffed, stepping backwards.

“Y/n, you know I love you.” Thor spoke, taking a step towards you as he touched your cheek again.

“Yeah.” You nodded, releasing a breath.

“You’re my best friend.” He added, stroking your cheek with his thumb before running it over your bottom lip.

“Yeah.” You agreed again, closing your eyes.

“So let’s leave it at that. Best friends who make each other feel good.” He grinned, thumb trailing down your chin and neck towards your chest. Reaching upwards, you pulled Thor down towards you with your hands on his cheeks as you kissed him. The kiss grew hungry, heated, and before you knew it, Thor was spinning you around and leaning you over the sink. Lifting your skirt up, Thor slapped your ass causing you to move slightly forward. He then ran his hand over the area, soothing the sting with one hand as he undid his belt with the other. Freeing his length, he spat on his hand before running it along his shaft, lubricating it. You felt him push your thong to the side before he thrusted into you. You bit down on your lip trying to stifle your moans as he fucked you from behind, both hands gripping your waist.

“Yess, yessss, fuck me Thor.” You spoke breathily, eyes tightly shut as you tightly gripped the sink. His hand made connection with your ass again causing a loud slapping noise to reverberate around the room.

“So—” Natasha began, sipping her beer as she looked at Loki who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat “I guess their official is feeling the need to fuck whenever possible.” She tried to joke, anything to drown out the noise coming from the bathroom.

Loki offered her a weak smile. You deserved better than meaningless sex with his incompetent oaf of a brother, you deserved romance, passion. He’d give that to you, he’d love you, properly. Why couldn’t you see you were worthy of so much more?

He and Nat continued to speak for a while longer before the sound of the bathroom door unlocking sounded. With your head down, you walked towards Natasha and Loki before sitting down. Once you sat, you quickly stood back up, feeling sore. Thor, with reddened cheeks and his usual smug expression, walked out behind you, still shamelessly doing his belt.

“Erm Nat, I think it’s time for us to go.” You spoke meekly, still wobbly as you made your way to the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow y/n. Get home safe and text me something naughty when you get back.” Thor sniggered, making his way towards the door.

“Thor!” You whined.

“Bye.” He said, kissing you on the lips before letting you go.

“Bye Loki.” You quickly added once you were halfway out the door.

“Goodbye y/n.” He practically shouted as Thor shut the door behind you. You actually said bye to him. Closing the door, Thor spun around to face Loki who had a small smile as well as slightly blushed cheeks.

“Why didn’t you make a move on Natasha?” Thor asked, slouching on the chair next to Loki as he picked a beer up.

“Because I’m not a monstrous philanderer like you.” Loki seethed, standing up and making his way towards his room. You deserved so much better than Thor.

Just randomly thought of this, I’ll write another couple parts 😁 hope you like 💚

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all Asgardians are raised gender neutral until the age of 13 when they have a big ceremony and choose what they want to be. this fic is of a young Loki figuring themself out before their 13th birthday when they'll have to tell the whole of Asgard who they are.

Loki has always been a troublesome child, sneaking into Odin's vaults, playing pranks on the inhabitants of the castle, summoning a monster or too, and they've earned themselves quite a few scars for their trouble. But as they age it only gets worse, slacking off during training, skipping out of their royal duties, plotting bigger and worse things to do.

"Loki. We do not use magic in that manner.'' Odin scolds when he finds Loki snickering and hiding from a very angry Sif, after illusioning her to look like an ogre and having her chased by the guards. “Do you want the kingdom to hate you?"

"It was just Sif..." Loki argues, crossing their arms.

"Is Sif not part of the kingdom?"

"...no.. she is..” they admit “but she's my friend and it was funny" they don't see why this is such a big deal.

"Magic is to be used for bettering the kingdom and ourselves; not for foolish play. You are a prince Loki, start acting like it." Odin sneers

“Yes father.” they say, dipping their head.

“Good. You'll never be fit for the throne if you continue to act like this," he says, returning to his walk. Loki waits till he's left before going to Sif, kicking at the ground angrily.

“There you are, Loki! You're going to pay for this!” Sif says marching over to them

“Yeah, I know. I'm sorry Sif.” they grumble. “I didn't act very princely.”

Sif stops mid-step to stare at them. "It's fine. I'm not a pansy." she answers finally, crossing her arms.

“Are we still friends?”

“Of course. Want to come watch Thor fight the Squires?"

Loki smiles and nods, following her out to the sparing ground.

They just sit and watch Thor fight the squires for a while before Loki leans over “hey Sif… you know how to do some of those pretty braids right?”

“Yes. Why?" Sif asks defensively.

“Well… my hair is finally long enough to style... and I was wondering if you would braid it?”

".. braid your hair?" She looks at him, “why not just have your royal stylists do it?”

“I just want to try it... And if I tell the stylists they'll do it more than just once even if I don't like it.”

“Alright” she nods “turn around so I can braid”

They smile and scoot closer. Sif starts to braid small braids into their hair while she watches Thor spar, weaving the braids together before putting it all up into a ponytail. “There, all done” she says. Loki reaches up, running their fingers along the braids.

"You look like a girl." Sif informs

"You think?" Loki asks excitedly.

"Uh.. Yeah.. Why would you want that?" Sif asks wrinkling her nose

"...I think it's pretty?.." they say tentatively

"You can't do anything though if you're a girl."

"You do. You've been a girl for a whole 2 years now. And I don't want to be a girl... I just want my hair to be pretty." Loki tries to explain.

"Yes but I'm weird. I do things girls usually don't do." She looks at their hair, "... I guess you can have pretty hair and not be a girl."

They smile and nod, bouncing up "Thor! Look!" They say, running over to him when there's a pause in his sparing.

Thor looks over and smiles, "Ah, your hair! It's pretty!"

They smile and nod "I'm going to show mother!" They say excitedly, running to their mother and pulling on her dress slightly to get her attention.

She looks down at them, "Oh, hello my child."

"Sif did my hair, isn't it pretty mother?" they ask, spinning

"Yes, it's very pretty. She did a good job." Frigga agrees.

They nod and bounce a bit, going to go find a mirror to look in, running their fingers over their hair as they admire it, it is very pretty, definitely not as fancy as it could be, but its still very pretty, they look pretty, they look down at their clothes, illusioning themself into a pretty green dress to better match the hair before looking in the mirror, doing a little spin.

"Loki! What are you doing my son?" Odin growls. Loki jumps and spins around, illusioning themself to look normal hiding the braids too before looking up.

Odin looks down at them. "What are you doing?"

"Just playing...." Loki mumbles

".. Why don't you do something more.. Educational? Your brother is sparing, why don't you join him?" Odin huffs.

"Cause I'd hurt him. It's not fun when I have to hold back." They roll their eyes.

"Go spar with someone else then, just stop doing... this." Odin gestures to them.

They sigh and walk off dropping the illusion once they're out of sight, taking their hair down and going back to sit with Sif.

Sif looks at them "What happened to your braids?”

"I had to take them out." They say sadly

"Oh.. The Allfather?..."

They nod sadly, fidgeting with their hands. What's so wrong with wanting braids anyway?

She looks down before looking back up, "Wanna spar?"

"Sure..." they nod, tying their hair up out of their face and pulling out their knives.

She smiles and gets up.

"Do you want me to take it easy on you since you're new to this?" They ask as they head for more open ground to spar in.

".. We'll just see how it goes." Sif smirks

"Okay" they nod happily

She pulls her hair up and fixes her clothes before looking at them

They smile, "shall we begin?"

"Definitely."

Sif is rather competent for having only started training a few years ago. Loki is better of course, but she’s still good. Loki lets her get some hits in and she even gets some they didn't let her, and they point out where she can improve every time they land a hit on her, just enjoying themself.

"Okay! okay, I yield!" Loki says from the ground where Sif has them pinned, both smiling and laughing as Sif helps them up, looking very proud.

"Loki! Sif!" Odin looks at them both, Sif lowering a bit

Loki straightens up dusting themself off "you told me to find someone to spar... didn't you father?..." they ask

".. Yes, that is true. But I expected someone more... Suitable." Odin sneers slightly

"I think I'd have to leave Asgard for that." Loki grumbles.

Odin shoots him a glare, "Loki. Follow."

They look to Sif before following

Odin takes them off, "Loki, what was that?"

"I don't understand what you mean father." Loki says, keeping their head down. They just can’t get it right…

"You are trained better than to lose to a girl." Odin scolds

"She's new to it all. I wasn't intending to fight her seriously." Loki says, taken aback. That's what he’s upset about? That Loki lost a play fight "I don't think me letting her win says anything about my abilities."

"It shouldn't even have been considered in the first place."

"Why?.. Older kids sparred with me when I was inexperienced… and they certainly let me win... I was only doing the same..." they explain, still confused.

"She's a girl, Loki. Girls don't spar."

"...oh..."

He sighs, "Now you look like a fool, being beaten by a girl."

If that's what he’s upset about, Loki can fix that. They could ask for a rematch and put Sif on her ass. "Want me to redo the fight? I will, I'll fight Thor too" they say, turning back to the training fields.

He growls, "Do not get smart with me, boy."

"I.. I'm not?" they stop, confused. “Is that not what you want?”

"You're talking back to your king. Do you think that is smart?"

"I.. no.. I wasn't…"

"Then what was that?"

"...I... I don't know what you want..." Loki says, getting frustrated

"I want you to behave like a prince. To be a good example!"

"I am."

Odin sighs and shakes his head "You are not. A prince should act with grace and maturity; you are still playing silly games and making yourself look like a fool. How will anyone want that as a king?"

"I act just the same as Thor! And they never get scolded! So if both of your kids act this way maybe you're the problem!" they snap.

Odin grabs their arm tightly as they turn to storm off. "You never speak that way to your king! Do you know how thankful you should be that you are even my son? Do you have no grace?"

“I think I'd be much more thankful if I wasn't your son!” they yell, pushing against him.

Odin tightens his grip on their arm, sending pain all the way up to their shoulder, pulling a small whimper from Loki. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." they say quickly. Tears springing to their eyes as he squeezes tighter.

"An apology does not even begin cover this." Odin growls, throwing Loki's arm down. "Room. Now."

Loki nods and quickly runs off to their room, holding their injured arm close.

…

Odin has some books delivered to his room, mostly about the kingdom rules and how to honor your king.

Loki sits and reads through them bitterly. Looking for anything they could use against him, any rules they could point to next time. If father wants them to be perfect then fine. They'll be perfect

They're not allowed out until dinner, but that's fine with them. Not like they wanted to see anyone anyway. They go down to grab food eventually, loading up a plate and turning to leave before they catch sight of Odin glaring daggers at them. They shuffle and slowly sit by Thor, keeping their eyes on Odin.

Thor smiles, "Hello Brother." they say through a mouth full of food.

“Thor, it's rude to talk with your mouth full.” Loki informs, picking at their plate, their stomach twisting itself into knots.

"Are you not hungry?.." Thor asks, looking down at Loki's virtually untouched plate.

"Not very.. No." they admit.

".. Are you feeling unwell, brother?.." Thor asks, knitting his brows together in worry.

"A bit yeah.." they nod

Thor tilts his head, "Oh... "

Loki goes back to picking at their plate, even taking a few bites when they feel Odin's eyes piercing into them. Stopping as soon as Odin returns to his conversation with the other court members, feeling ill.

"Would you like me to walk you to your room, Brother?" Thor offers quietly.

“No, I'm fine Thor" Loki dismisses, taking a few more bites to try and placate Thor.

Thor lightly rubs their shoulder, before glancing up at Odin who's watching them again. Loki follows Thor's gaze, before scooting away from them. Thor finally returns to eating.

Loki stays much longer than the other kids that night, just sitting silently and listening to the adults talk, taking in as much information as they can and listening to the music the bards play after dinner. Odin looks over at them occasionally but doesn't say anything so it's alright. Loki finally heads to bed when all the adults do, falling into bed and letting sleep overtake them

#loki and thor #loki laufeyson #marvel #fanfic #ao3 #thor odinson #thor comics #young loki #young thor #thors the golden child #angst #gender fluid loki #trans loki #supportive brother thorr

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kivaember · 29 days

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Which scenes did I find funny when writing...

Ohhh I have quite a few! But if I had to pick, it'd tied between two scenes: the P5 Necroprancer fic I wrote as a parody horseboy Goro fic, and the Freud thinking Rusty and O'Keeffe are boyfriends in Decoding. (You can check out the Necroprancer fic here!)

Choice scene from Necroprancer:

“... to be honest,” the necromancer said after a long pause, “I’m tempted to do it for free. This is going to be a disaster and I want to see how it plays out.” Goro frowned. “People kick up a fuss when you enter undead animals into competitions,” Akira clarified. “But it’s not against the rules,” Goro said. “Oh, it isn’t,” Akira agreed. “But people complain regardless. Pitchforks and torches get involved, sometimes, that’s always fun.” Goro was unmoved. “I’m not afraid to shank people to defend my victory.” “Jesus Christ,” Akira said, and shook his head, “Well, if you’re sure, I have a list of items I need to start the ritual.” The necromancer procured a shopping list on his phone, and it went something like this: a handful of daisies, a dash of ginger, a human heart, something that was redacted, and the corpse in question you wanted to reanimate. “Why the daisies and ginger?” Goro asked. “Daisies for fortitude and ginger for strength,” Akira answered. “You need to fortify the horse’s spirit and its body for the reanimation process. It’s, uh, kinda rough of them.” Goro eyed him suspiciously. “Body parts fall off,” Akira admitted guiltily. “Sometimes.” “Loki needs all four legs,” Goro said very severely. “I’ll use extra ginger,” Akira mumbled, and annotated that on his phone. Next was the human heart. Normally, such things were expensive and difficult to procure, as you had to deal with the black market for such things (or be willing to get your hands dirty). Akira only began to explain the potential avenues Goro could take to procure a heart when the rider waved him off with a “oh, I have one spare.” “You have one… spare,” Akira repeated. “Well, we’ll need to dig it up first,” Goro amended, and pointed towards the edge of his paddock. “Over there, the hunter that shot my horse. I buried him in a shallow grave. His heart should be sort of fresh.” Akira stared at him for a moment. “You’re a little scary,” the necromancer finally said. “And I deal with demons on a daily basis.” “If this frightens you, then perhaps you should stick to reanimating dead pets,” Goro sneered, and started for the shallow grave. “Come on. Help me dig this trash up.”

And choice scene from Decoding:

Freud leaned forwards, as if imparting a great secret, and said: “I know what you are…” Rusty’s heart stuttered to a halt. It had been easy to forget in the moment, but Freud was still a threat. It didn’t matter what hidden depths there were, what unhealthy level of power Arquebus exercised over Freud’s life - in the end, he was intelligent and dangerous, fixated on Rusty with an interest that threatened to ruin almost ten years of hard work. Rusty had lowered his guard, thoughtlessly forgotten the threat he posed, and he was paying the price now. He’d likely known from the beginning, hadn’t he? That Rusty was a spy. From the moment he had appeared in front of his apartment that morning, Freud had been watching and waiting, missing nothing, and had waited until now, until a seemingly loyal member of Arquebus was seated next to them to voice his suspicions - with no way of knowing how O’Keeffe would handle this. This wasn’t some random guy, this was Freud. O’Keeffe couldn’t just blow off Freud. O’Keeffe would do what was necessary for him to survive, and he had told him plainly that if Rusty fucked himself over, there’d be no help from that corner. He was fucked. So utterly fucked. Rusty felt all the blood drain from his face as he processed his inevitable failure, his vision going strangely grey. He stared, wide-eyed and pale and barely breathing, as Freud said the damning words of: “...you’re O’Keeffe’s boyfriend.” Rusty opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. “...what?” he croaked. “You’re O’Keeffe’s boyfriend,” Freud said solemnly - heavily. Almost disappointed, really. He wasn’t smiling. His mouth was downturned into a slight pout, and his eyes were dark and morose. He didn’t look vindicated at potentially catching Rusty in the act of distasteful fraternisation, though. If anything, he looked like he’d regretted saying anything at all, his expression falling into a very rare and somewhat unnerving pout. “Boyfriend,” Rusty repeated distantly, the word sounding foreign on his tongue. “Boyfriend.” “Boyfriend,” O’Keeffe echoed, lacking any and all emotion. “Boyfriend.” Freud nodded seriously. “Boyfriend.” They all stared at each other in total silence. “............I have standards.” Was literally the only thing Rusty could think to say. “And he doesn’t meet them.”

#fanfic ramblings #ask game #i really do enjoy writing comedy scenes #especially in serious fic sometimes #bc you need that relieving of tension or just a breather in general #can't keep cranking the tension without some relief ya know?

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lulubelle814 · 3 months

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 13

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Come Monday morning, she was feeling a little better. She went through her regular work routine throughout the week, keeping the events of the weekend to herself but found she was extra jumpy the first couple of days when files were plopped onto her desk.

By Thursday, she felt more settled and able to better focus on her work. On her way home, she saw a new coffee shop that had opened earlier that week and decided to give it a try even though she wasn’t ordering coffee.

Once ordered, she found a small table and sipped her drink. Seemingly out of the blue, someone approached her table.

“Good evening! I saw you come in and thought ‘that’s a lady I need to get to know’ and especially with your choice of beverage. I know most people tend to go with decaf by this time.”

Looking up, she saw a decent looking man with a shy smile on his face. It seemed he was not used to approaching a woman. That or he was really good at faking it.

She smiled back at him. “I find that on a cool evening like this, hot chocolate is a good way to go. I just wish I had a book with me.”

“I’d have to agree with you there.” He gestured to the empty chair, silently asking if he could join her. She didn’t see a reason why not and nodded.

“What book would you be reading right now if you had one?”

He seemed harmless enough so far, and she didn’t recall ever having seen him before. “Right now, I’m almost finished with book 2 of the McClary Chronicles.”

“Can’t say I’ve heard of that one. Who’s the author?”

“Her name is Lexa Kline. I love her books!”

He smiled. “I may have to check it out. I’m so sorry. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Chad.” He held out his hand, and she shook it. “I’m Louisa. Do you work around here?”

“Yes, actually. I own this coffee shop.”

She wished at that moment that she hadn’t just taken a sip of her drink. That was not a response she was expecting. “Oh, really? I saw this place under some construction for a while. I happened to notice it was open on my way home from work today. I gotta say. Your hot chocolate is very good.”

“Why, thank you, Louisa. I’ve been working on figuring out the best recipes and combos for the drinks menu.”

“Have you thought about offering things like pastries and muffins and such?”

He leaned back. “It’s being looked into, but I haven’t found anything I’m satisfied with yet.”

“It’s good to be picky, make sure you provide what you feel is best for your customer.”

“Actually, I have some samples coming Saturday and could use a second opinion if you’re free?”

She felt funny about this, especially because of her relationship with the mysterious ‘Loki’ and didn’t know if it would be appropriate. It didn’t sound like a date though, just trying some foods. “I might be able to make it.”

He grinned and grabbed a napkin, scribbling something on it. “Here’s my number. I’d love it if you could come, but I completely understand if you can’t.” He handed it over to her where she folded and placed it in her purse. “I’ll let you know, but I do need to get going.”

He stood when she did. “Thank you for coming in this evening. It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope you have a great rest of your week.”

“Same to you.” She gave a shy smile and then made her way out of the cafe and back to her place.

Louisa: I think the coffee guy just asked me out?

Cora: That's amazing! Tell me everything.

Louisa: There's not much to tell. I stopped in for a drink and sat down. He came over and started talking to me and invited me to try some pastries for his shop on Saturday.

Cora: get it girl!

Louisa: I don't know tho. What about Loki? This is weird.

Cora: Did the coffee guy say anything about it being a date?

Louisa: well…..no

Cora: Then I'm not seeing a problem. If he gets flirty and you don't like it, tell him.

Louisa: I guess so.

Cora: if you're really worried about it, talk to Loki. See what he says. I don’t think it would hurt to hang out with coffee guy for a couple hours. You’re just helping him test pastries, right?

Louisa: That’s true.

Cora: Did you tell him if you were going or not?

Louisa: I told him I’d let him know, and he gave me his number on a napkin.

Cora: How about this then. Text him and tell him you’ll come and that it’s nice to make a new friend. If he wants it to be more, he can tell you. If not, then at least you have a new friend, right?

Louisa: I suppose.

Cora: How about this. Tell him you have plans with a friend but can stop by with her if that's OK?

Louisa: I like that plan!

She decided to adjust the plan a bit to see what he would say:

Louisa: Hi Chad, this is Louisa from earlier. It turns out I have plans with a friend.

Chad: Not a problem! Feel free to bring your friend. We could use more opinions.

Louisa: Sounds great! I'll let her know.

She let Cora know what they said, and she thought it was better than the idea they originally came up with. Their new plan was to get together Saturday, hang at her place, and then go to the coffee shop about 11 am for taste testing.

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idk who suggested it last time but i’m obsessed with the bad influence friend, so can we have the bad influence friend bringing an acquaintance of her home for homework or something? imagine the poor guy entering the house and immediately being attacked by a bunch of questions and glares from the members of the ror family because he just don’t look trustworthy

-You couldn’t help but grin up at B/N- a good friend of yours and F/N- he was a nice guy, despite looking a lot like you, looking like a bad influence, like a delinquent.

-To you, he was just a normal guy, but if you were to leave him and F/N alone- they looked like two opposites, a punk and a good kid.

-The three of you were heading to the home you had been sharing with F/N for about a month now, after you were taken in by their massive family, after finding out about your home situation. It was that time of year when it was group project time, and the three of you needed a place to work together.

-B/N had a nice house, but he didn’t want to deal with his mom nagging at him while you three tried to do your homework, so F/N offered up their home, since it was so large.

-You had agreed, before you realized that their family (and your new family) might not be so accepting to him- they only just started to like you (they like you a lot, but you don’t realize it)!

-You and Y/N both called out, “We’re home!” as you walked in and as soon as B/N stepped in, heads snapped over, seeing a stranger, one who looked like a delinquent.

-F/N beamed brightly, introducing him, with the hopes the family would be a bit more accepting, “This is our friend B/N! We’ve been assigned a group project and since there’s space here- we came here so we’re going to get to work!”

-F/N was quite pushy, pushing the much larger B/N to the kitchen, as the glares felt like knives and fire. You couldn’t help but smirk, thinking it was funny.

-Sitting at the kitchen table, the three of you started to research the project so you could discuss which parts each of you would be doing. B/N was participating as well, looking at the material list that you guys came up with, but he could still feel the stares of F/N’s family.

-F/N noticed them peeking in, glaring daggers at B/N and they pouted, “Hey you guys- we’re trying to work here!” A few ran away, not wanting to upset F/N anymore, but some- Loki, Leonidas, and Hercules remained, just in case B/N tried anything funny!

-B/N wasn’t bothered, as he gets looks like this all the time because of how he looks and carries himself, but despite being a brat at times, he’s been nothing but sweet to both you and F/N for the few years he’s known the both of you!

-Loki was gritting his teeth, scowling at this scoundrel in their home before he saw B/N reaching towards F/N and instantly Leonidas reacting, throwing out a massive Spartan thrown knife which imbedded in the table.

-You were surprised, while F/N leapt back with a yelp, but it was B/N’s reaction that took everyone by surprise, his eyes turned sparkly and bright, easily pulling the blade out, “No way- an Ancient Greek kopis blade! The Ancient Greeks used these all throughout Greece and it-” he started to ramble, spouting off fact after fact.

-This was rather unexpected, as the three parental units were shocked before F/N pouted, “This is why I wanted you to leave us alone- B/N is a history nut and he won’t stop once he gets started! We have a project to work on!!”

-B/N turned, his eyes sparkling as the three men walked in and he started to ramble off question after question, wanting to know as much as he could learn.

-He may look like a punk, but this interaction showed that looks are very deceiving, and they shouldn’t judge. Loki glanced over at you, and you smirked softly, knowing what they had done, which they did feel a bit bad about.

-You and F/N had to tie B/N to the chair after he started chasing the family around, including those who quickly learned he was a history fanatic, as he was begging to ask more questions.

-The family froze as they heard you and F/N, “Help us work more on the project, and we’ll let you go.” They knew it was a bad idea to let B/N into the house- it just wasn’t for the reason they originally thought.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki #ror heracles #ror leonidas

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