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emblemxeno · 3 years

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Fates’ 1st Gen Characters: Parallels and Contrasts

I know I already mentioned it in the post where I made fun of myself for taking so long to realize this, but I wanted to make a post dedicated to it because I find it really cool. (I won’t do the siblings or Corrin and Azura because those are fairly obvious lol)

Saizo and Laslow: Saizo is serious and aloof, but he has a problem with keeping his emotions in check. Laslow is carefree and sociable, but is actually very wise and introspective. Both of their classes also contrast each other, Saizo being a ninja who does work in the shadows and Laslow being a mercenary who’s on the front lines.

Kagero and Peri: Kagero is a mature and traditional woman, bred to be a royal retainer; however, she has a casual and relaxed side as well, especially around Orochi. Peri on the other hand is very childish and prone to outbursts, and was chosen to be a retainer based purely on her martial prowess. Both ladies also come from noble families of their respective kingdoms, and have hidden talents with Kagero having unique artwork and Peri being adept in the kitchen.

Azama and Beruka: Azama is a priest who you would expect to be serene and caring, but is actually nonchalant and doesn’t really care if his remarks bother people. Beruka is an assassin who has the reputation of being unfeeling and cruel, but actually desperately wants to feel emotions and express them.

Setsuna and Selena*: Setsuna is absentminded and clumsy, but is extremely dedicated and focused when pushed to her limits. Selena is competitive with a strong work ethic, but can also be pretty superficial and likes to squander money.

Hinata and Odin: Both are passionate fighters with hidden serious sides, but Hinata is grounded in reality while Odin is theatrical. Hinata is also outwardly competent and recognized for his ability whereas Odin is underestimated by many because of his antics, until he ends up proving that he’s very capable.

Oboro and Niles: Both lost their parents at a young age and have a hatred for certain people. However, Oboro’s parents were killed and if she could help it, she would rather not interact with the people she hates at all. Niles on the other hand was abandoned by his parents and deliberately gets under people’s skin to see them squirm. Also, Oboro was born to a family of tailors with strong connections to the royal family and was taken in by relatives after her parents died. Niles was born in the slums and raised by bandits.

Subaki and Arthur*: Subaki is a perfectionist who is renowned for being skilled at all he does, and gets very critical and unforgiving of himself if he makes a mistake. Arthur is a clumsy hero and notoriously unlucky, but never lets his mistakes get him down or stop his pursuit of justice. Both characters also state that their parents helped shape their respective personalities.

Hana and Effie: Hana looks girly, likes feminine accessories and is an elegant samurai. However, she is actually extremely tomboyish, trains excessively, feels she has a lot to prove by being a female samurai, and protects people by going on the offensive. Effie on the other hand looks more like a tomboy, has more masculine hobbies like working out, and is a bulky armor knight. But (specifically in the Japanese version since her personality was changed in the western release) she is actually pretty soft spoken and sweet, is plenty emotional, no one has any qualms about a female knight, and protects people by going on the defense (she talks about being her allies’ shield a lot in the JP version, to the point where it’s pretty obvious that it’s a meta reference to her class)

Hayato and Benny: Hayato is an orphan who was raised by the chieftain of the Wind Tribe, eventually growing into a very respectable position. His sophisticated way of speech and self confidence is at odds with his childish appearance. Benny was raised by his commoner parents and eventually became one of many border guards. His intimidating looks contrast with his shy and warm personality. Both characters also have opposite classes and stats all around. Benny is an armor knight with great strength, defense and resistance. Hayato is a spellcaster with great magic, speed, and luck.

Orochi and Nyx: Orochi comes from a family of diviners with a divisive reputation, but was welcomed warmly by the royal family (Mikoto specifically). She’s fun, spirited, sociable and feisty. Nyx was born a powerful dark mage who went into isolation after committing a heinous crime, eventually becoming feared across many countries. She’s mature, sarcastic, brooding and keeps to herself.

Rinkah and Charlotte: Rinkah is the princess of the Flame Tribe, and forgoes relationships with others unless they turn out fulfilling and worthwhile. Charlotte was born into a very poor family, and deliberately tries to get popular with people-especially rich men-to curry favor with them and get money for her family.

Kaden and Keaton: Kitsune are an established hamlet and the race itself are only known by few to exist. Wolfskin are notorious in Nohr for their savagery. Kaden is friendly with humans (who don’t come to the hamlet), upfront about his feelings, and loves keeping himself groomed and clean. Keaton isn’t as nice with people at first, isn’t as open with his true feelings, and has a very unkempt appearance and sense of taste. Both characters however, are extremely protective of their tribes and the races themselves are both hunted for their rare fur.

Reina and Gunter: Older knights of their respective kingdoms. Reina makes it no secret that she’s bloodthirsty and loves battle, but off the battlefield she has a surprising motherly side to her. Gunter is very refined and acts as a mentor to other characters, but has a hidden hatred of Garon and seeks vengeance against him, even revealing that he was gonna use Corrin in his plan.

Scarlet and Flora: Both are involved with rebellions in Nohr. Scarlet is a Chevois knight, whereas Flora is a royal servant. Scarlet planned to be a knight from a young age, but Flora was taken hostage (along with her sister) to be used as leverage against her tribe. Both characters’ deaths are treated as tragedies, but Scarlet is murdered whereas Flora commits suicide.

*(You can also have Setsuna and Subaki trade counterparts and have it still work, since Subaki and Selena are perfectionists for different reasons, and Setsuna and Arthur are both notable for being extremely clumsy and unlucky. This way, all characters mentioned here also have supports with their respective counterparts aside from the avatar exclusives)

I could probably find some parallels with the neutral characters and 2nd generation as well, but I didn’t wanna make this post longer than it is lol. I just really wanted to point these things out because I think it really shows just how much the difference between the Nohrian and Hoshidan characters is integral to the plot, but also how the subtle similarities leads the nations to eventually cease conflict.

Anyway, I love Fates a lot.

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secret-diary-of-an-fa · 3 years

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God of War (PS4) Review: Kratos’ Postal Grief Beard Versus Norse Mythology

Once upon a time, a man was born by the name of Cory Barlog and thus a coin was flipped. Would he become a videogame developer or would he take up guarding the Mines of Moria by pulling wizards into a precipice? Those really are the only two options with a name like Barlog. Anyway, apparently the Mines of Moria were a bit of a commute, so the world gained a talented Auteur developer with a unique vision for a game series about going postal in ancient Greece. Fast-foward a number of years specifically calculated to make you feel old and ancient Greece is a distant memory. Norse mythology is where all the cool kids hang out nowadays, and that’s where we’re going in today’s review.

As you might have guessed, I’ve just finished playing God of War (PS4), which is fun to say because it rhymes. It’s a very good game that should be a very bad game. When considering modern media artefacts, I’m often prompted to ask the question ‘what went so wrong?’, but this may be the first time I’ve had to ask the question ‘what went so right?’.

Let me explain: God of War 4 (I don’t care that they don’t put the number on the box art, that’s what it fucking is) makes a single, monumentally stupid creative decision that should ruin the entire enterprise, but doesn’t. And that creative decision was- wait for it- a stab at maturity.

The last time we saw Kratos- the world’s angriest mythical being- he was finishing his battle with the Greek gods in God of War 3. There was a moment in that game which, to me, typified what was so great about the series. If I recall the sequence of events correctly, you kill your way through an ocean of expendable goons and critters who are just trying to defend their home on Mount Olympus, dripping with blood and screaming furiously, then wander into the bedroom of one of ancient Greece’s sauciest goddesses and play a sex minigame that you win by fucking her so well that her handmaids orgasm too. Then you toddle outside again and, head cleared, solve an incredibly complex and cerebral puzzle involving non-Euclidean geometry and perspective manipulation that takes bloody ages. That, in a nutshell, was the core identity of the original God of War: a gleefully unrestrained and immature approach to sex and violence coupled with a grouchy willingness to make unsuspecting players feel like fucking idiots for no reason whatsoever. It was awesome. In contrast, God of War 4 picks up many, many years later with Kratos hiding out in Midgard of the Norse mythos and, for once, he hasn’t got a nark on and he’s not trying to stick his cock in someone with cartoonishly huge knockers. He’s just sad because his missus has passed away, leaving him and their young, impressionable son alone in a big, scary world full of trolls and ginger psychopaths. ‘Sad’ isn’t a completely new emotion for Kratos, but, up until this point, he was usually sad in a way that resulted in five hundred people getting their spines broken in a very colourful manner. Now he just wants to cremate the remains of the woman he loved and carry her ashes to the tallest peak in the nine realms so he can scatter her in accordance with her final wishes. And that’s what he does, with son- Atreus- in tow. It’s a twenty-plus hour game in which the objective is very simply to honour someone’s preferred funeral rites- nothing more, nothing less. It’s very modest by Kratos usual standards. Remember that his stated goal in the previous game was to punch freakin’ Zeus so hard that his face would go all concave and then repeatedly stamp on his corpse.

We never actually find out much about what Kratos was up to between games or how he met his wife. However, he’s a bit thiccer than in previous instalments and seems to have lost the use of the ‘jump’ button outside of context-sensitive environments. On that evidence, I choose to believe he’s been running a small but successful family restaurant called ‘Kratos’ Potatoes’ and enjoying it all a bit much. And why not? He beat up Zeus- if he just wants to create and sample homely yet exotic Greco-Norse fusion cuisine while growing a ridiculous straggly dad-beard, I say let him crack on. Actually, is it a ‘dad beard’ or is it a ‘grief beard’? I think they send them to videogame characters in the post whenever a loved one dies so they can signal to the world how sad they are through the medium of angsty facial hair. But where was? Oh yeah: cracking on with it.

Y’see this is where the plot comes in: the Norse gods won’t let Kratos crack on. They’re determined to make him bow before Odin- especially Baldur, who is way too invested in having a fight with Kratos for reasons that won’t become apparent until very late in the game. They just keep turning up and trying to break Kratos and his increasingly like-him-but-not-as-good-at-it son Atreus. This time around, our heroes commit heinous acts of violence to defend themselves, not enact revenge, as they travel, inexorably, to the top of a lonely mountain through landscapes of stunning natural beauty and many, many hostile creatures.

Of course, Kratos taking his son on a hiking holiday with added troll-murder and the occasional slap-fight with Norse mythology’s biggest killjoys doesn’t sound as interesting as the original games. After all, those were basically a production of Kill Bill in which the part of Bill was played by a guy with the power to summon lightning bolts and access to a seemingly unstoppable army of monsters and demigods. The ‘fun factor’ even seems to have taken another downgrade, in that Kratos no longer operates with the entertainingly demented passion of the insane: he has been tempered by time and love and managed to turn himself into a paragon of serious self control. So why is God of War 4 so bloody good? Partly, I suspect, the answer lies in the constantly evolving relationship between Kratos and Atreus, which gives the story an unbelievable amount of heart and always manages to feel very organic. Kratos never learned how to be a parent, and we essentially watch him do it in real time, forming a bond with his son that seems impossible at the start of the game and inevitable by the end. Partly, the games greatness lies in the characters you meet along the way, who range from bickering dwarves to talking, decapitated heads who prattle on like laid-back tour-guides. Partly, it’s in the beautiful, epic landscapes that make the journey across the Realms to the highest peak feel epic and significant, even while it is small and personal.

But a videogame is nothing without gameplay, and it is here that God of War 4 really shines. I loved the original God of War trilogy (especially the third instalment), but I rarely felt like I was playing as, y’know, a god of war. Kratos might not be an uncontrollable whirlwind of fury any more, but he feels truly powerful for the first time in the ongoing series. In fights, every punch feels like it could crack stone; every axe-throw like it could rend the sky; every chain-whip like it could legitimately start a forest-fire. Out of combat, Kratos moves around the environment with the stolid grace of a man who knows his movements are inevitable; irresistible; an imposition on the environment that can’t be denied. You climb and complete elaborate, complex traversals knowing that the satisfaction you feel isn’t just the satisfaction of finding the correct route or solving an obstacle, but the satisfaction of a being forcing his way through a landscape that resists him at every turn but cannot stop him. The puzzles- of which there are many- strike the perfect balance between conceptual trickiness and ease of execution to remind you that Kratos is smart as well as determined; that his mind is as indomitable as his body. Then there are the little touches involving heaving huge stone pillars and similar unnecessarily over-the-top efforts. In short, the gameplay is interwoven with who Kratos is- with what he is in way that seems completely unprecedented. Even the RPG elements feel appropriate: they reflect the protagonist’s growing confidence in a skillet he hasn’t used in a long, long time.

Do I miss the uniquely juvenile, over the top identity of the old games? Absolutely: I’m a great fan of gratuitous gore and scantily clad women with big fuck-off swords. Usually, I find the desire for maturity in games to be a silly, pretentious trend that foolishly eschews anything obviously ‘fun’ for no reason other than courting the respect of people whose respect isn’t worth having. But I don’t think that’s what’s going on here- at least, not entirely. The developers of the God of War games are clearly artisans and craftsmen of extreme talent: their attention to detail is superb and their ability to weave a good tale from a simple premise is actually a little daunting for someone who considers himself a bloody good story-teller. It’s worth remembering that the de facto head of the studio, Barlog, became a father himself before commencing work on this game about a father learning to bond with his son. It feels personal and meant because it is. Other games might reach for superficially mature themes like family and redemption for altogether cynical reasons. God of War 4 does it because such thoughts are clearly much on the developer’s mind. I asked already ‘Do I miss the identity of the old games?’ and the answer is still yes. But that question deserves a follow-up: am I willing to embrace the identity of this new, quieter God of War anyway? And yes, yes I am.

But if we could have a few more women with enormous knockers and Kratos going properly batshit just once or twice in the next sequel, that would also be welcome. I mean, let’s try to strike a balance here, people, for pity’s sake.

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diaryofabeautyfiend · 3 years

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Small Time Witch (32)

S I X M O N T H S L A T E R

Vanaheim had been kind to you but it was time to make your next move. Loki had been pardoned on Asgard. The convergence was nigh and preparations for Malekith had begun. Asgard was fortified as a precaution. You thought maybe Malekith wouldn’t bother since the entire universe knew you had the stones. The small council was not so sure. They wanted you locked away in a secure location where he couldn’t find you. You wanted to fight. That’s all you seemed to want these days.

Malekith and Frigga have long been enemies. His brute murdered her when the dark elves invaded Asgard. You would only hide if she hid with you. Being ever stubborn she declined. You didn’t tell her what would happen but, because of your insistence, she could guess. “If it’s my time, it’s my time. I won’t hide.” Everyone in this family was ridiculously stubborn. You fit right in.

Loki fought you ad nauseam about expelling the stones. You refused to even entertain the thought until the convergence was over. He thought the stones were overtaking you. They changed your personality. You argued they just made you stronger and perhaps he was threatened by you. That never failed to spur him into a tirade about how dangerous they were and how no one knew what they were doing to you. The voice in your head told you otherwise. He would prattle on about how they seemed to speak for you. How you had changed. You never listened.

“Mortal are you listening?” It drove you insane when he called you mortal. Just a constant reminder that you were beneath him.

“I am. And I’ve asked you to please stop calling me mortal.”

“Well aren’t you? Are you now unable to die? Have I missed something?”

“As long as I have them I am.”

“And that’s why you shouldn’t have them. Where is my wife? You were not this war mongering battle hardened warrior when I first met you.”

“You prefer me weak? Too afraid of my own shadow?”

He knelt in front of you to look in your eyes. “I have never known you to be weak, Y/N. You were powerful enough.”

You laughed but the smile on your lips never met your eyes. “Just enough that I couldn’t ever take you.”

“Stop it. That’s never mattered to me.”

“Until I became stronger than you.”

He picked up a pillow off of the bed and smashed it into his face. He let out a deep growl out of sheer frustration. “Your new found obsession with power is exactly why I am worried. They need you. They are like parasites and you are their host. You feed them, darling. Of course they don’t want to give you up.”

“And what if I do release them? What then? Do we just wait for the next maniac to use them against us?”

“Then we keep them locked in the vault.”

“Oh yeah, because Odin’s vault has never been breached.”

“Only by me.” He hated fighting with you. Absolutely loathed it. You kept putting off the release of the stones but he wouldn’t give up. You were scared they would fall into the wrong hands. He was afraid they already had. The only other person who was in your corner was Odin.

Loki knew his father all too well. He was not interested in what you wanted but what your power could do for him. He treated you like his own sentient weapon. Your daddy issues completely clouded your judgement in regards to Odin. He doted on you. Called you his daughter. You lapped it up. When Loki or Thor would say something he would laugh it off and say they were jealous that he had a new favorite child. After Asgard was safe, they thought it was time for you to go back to Midgard for a while for an extended holiday. Maybe your family could talk some sense into you.

“My love. My little queen. Please don’t be cross with me. I am simply worried for your safety and sanity. Don’t you want to leave all of this behind? Perhaps we can start our family. I’ve longed to see you with child.”

Your voice was quiet, “That’s not my dream. It’s yours. You know how I feel about having children. Can’t we just go on forever having adventures?”

“Pet, I have had my fun. I just want to start a family and be settled. I don’t care if I ever ride into another battle. Children or not, I just want this constant upheaval to end. I quite liked our life on Midgard. I actually miss television. Why don’t we go back and rebuild our little cottage? Will you at least think about it?”

You kissed the tip of his nose, “I will. When this is all over, I will agree to take extended leave and visit my family.”

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The day Malekith invaded was like deja vu for Loki except he was not in the dungeon. The dark elves were unable to breech the outer reaches of Asgard so they moved on to Greenwich where he and Thor would meet. Against your better judgement (and certainly Loki’s), you jumped the portal to help Thor. You served as nothing but a distraction. Thor was nearly crushed by Malekith’s ship. Had it not been for Dr. Selvig, Thor would have been killed.

Your magic destroyed half of a library and a lot more property. When law enforcement arrived they thanked Thor for his help. You, on the other hand, were put in shackles and taken into custody. Thor tried to stop them but they were under strict orders from the World Security Council to take you in.

You tried to break free for your bonds but your magic wouldn’t work. “Stop resisting, Princess.” one of the Interpol officers shouted. They didn’t have regular guns pointed at you. They looked like ray guns or something you’d see in a sci fi movie. Thor rushed behind you asking where you were being taken. They muttered something about an Air Force base as officers held him back.

“I’m coming, little sister! Just hang on.”

They had you locked in the back of a van that was caged and padded. A thick metal partition separated you from the driver. The doors on the back were also thick metal. Three officers wearing helmets rushed in in a practiced military style drill. Keeping their weapons trained on you, one officer stood in front of you and pressed a button that magnetized your restraints. He stuck your hands to a small but sturdy loop on the bench you sat on. Another officer put a mutant inhibitor collar around your neck while the third jabbed a needle in your arm. “Nighty night, Princess.”

When you awoke your head was pounding. There was a jumpsuit on the small table next to you. On the floor were socks and slippers. The collar was pretty heavy and seemed to grab at your skin when you pulled. “It won’t come off Mrs. Odinson” a voice said. There was a speaker just above the door.

“Where am I?”

“Change into your jumps.”

“Where am I? Don’t make me ask again.”

“Change into your jumps, prisoner.”

You tried to use your magic but only a tiny spark flickered between your hands.

Your cell doors opened and a familiar face stood in front of you. “Ma’am. I’m Coulson. Come with me.”

“Wait. Aren’t you...”

“Dead? As in your husband killed me? Yeah. Something like that.” He stood in the doorway looking at you expectantly. “Unless you’d rather stay here.”

You followed behind him flipping off the speaker when you left. “Can you remove this collar, Coulson?”

“Please forgive me if I’m not super trusting.”

“Understandable I guess. Where are you taking me?”

“New York. Into S.H.I.E.L.D. custody. It’s the only way the US government will release you. Part of the MCA.”

“MCA?”

“Mutant Control Act. You’re an unregistered omega level mutant. Your powers, as defined by the government, are unlimited. You’re dangerous.”

“So when I’m on Earth, I am a prisoner?”

“When you’re on Earth? You think you’re leaving? You belong to us now.”

He took you along to an airstrip where you boarded a small plane. He helped you into your seat, shackled your wrists and ankles and bid you a safe flight.

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Thor was too scared to tell Loki you were captured. He would have been pissed at the both of you. If he thought you were in danger he would rip Midgard apart to find you. The only person he knew to contact was Steve Rogers.

In Tony’s infinite wisdom, he named Steve his successor of sorts. He called him the Chief Moral Compass of the company. That gave Steve all kinds of contacts and diplomatic immunity in 46 countries.

Steve met your flight at the base in New York. Coulson was thrilled to see Steve again but he wouldn’t release you. He got into the backseat and went with you to the facility where you’d be staying.

You waited for several hours in a holding room. You hadn’t eaten in a couple of days and your body was exhausted without the stones to prop you up. You fell asleep with your head on the table. Finally Steve came in to wake you.

“Hey, Y/N. You’re free to go. Get this collar off of her now!” he said to an agent.

“Can we grab something to eat? I haven’t had anything in a couple of days.”

He planted his hands on his hips and clenched his jaw. You were freaking Asgardian royalty and a human being. Surely that earned you some respect. He was livid. “Seriously, guys? You couldn’t have gotten her food? My apologies, Princess.”

“I would kill for a slice. Ever hear of Joe’s Pizza in Brooklyn?”

He smiled, “Best in New York. How do you know about that place?”

“I was in love with a guy from Brooklyn once.”

“Yeah? What happened?”

“He couldn’t handle who I was.”

Steve chuckled to himself, “Then he didn’t deserve you.”

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Pending a hearing, you were released to your mother’s care. You absolutely could not prevent Loki from coming any longer. When he landed you were sitting in the open space where your house would be built.

“This is the perfect spot isn’t it?” You were picking blades of grass and letting them fall through your fingers.

“Afelheim has ample space for cottage building. No cable though. I guess this rules out our extended holiday.” He sat next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I think this is our extended holiday. My hearing isn’t for another month.”

“You know what you did was careless and stupid right? Also incredibly arrogant. Thor didn’t need your help.”

“I know. I don’t know what came over me. It’s like I wasn’t thinking.”

“You weren’t. The stones were. While we’re stuck here, I’d like to get as many people as possible involved in removing them and healing you. That’s even if you can be healed. Your body could be riddled with cancer like poor Jane.”

“Well I’ve saved her from that fate.”

“Not yourself. If I lost you....”

“You’re not losing me.”

You snuggled against him and he kissed the top of your head. He no longer tried to hide his feelings from you. He was afraid. You just found each other again and he was afraid he would lose you. The old Loki would have run screaming. This Loki would fight for you. And, if he had to, he would follow you into Hel. Maybe he was selfish in that regard. He lost you once. Never again.

#loki of jotunheim #loki fanfic #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki x you #loki x reader #loki smut #witch #mcu witches #small time witch

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eternal-love-song · 6 years

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The Present Problem

Left to his own devices, Loki often found interesting things. [This is post-Ragnarok and feature Angela! ~their sister from the comics]

The problem with Loki was that Thor could not leave him to his own devices too long. No matter where they went, no matter what he did, there was always the possibility, no the inevitability, that he would return to the ship with some sort of problem for Thor. His brother was a magnet for the type of trouble that Thor very much thought they should avoid and Thor had reluctantly come to accept that long ago.

It was only on occasion that Loki still found a way to surprise him with the type of trouble he brought back. Usually, there was a system in place to deal with Loki`s mischief, something that they had all formed over time. There were Valkyrie problems, things that souls be solved with a bottle to the head and a boot to the face (whether those things were for Loki or whatever unfortunate soul was caught up with Loki varied problem to problem), Bruce problems, which could be solved with medicine or reason (again, whether for Loki or another could not be guarenteed), and then there were Thor problems. Thor problems included things that Loki specifically chose to tangle Thor in, things that had long term consequences for the ship and the people of Asgard, or things that he failed to talk someone else into dealing with.

This particular Loki based Thor problem fell into the first category.

On this day, Loki surprised him two fold. First with his own appearance, which for the last couple trips he`d made on world had been that of his female form. Thor was not certain of why Loki chose to dawn this form, then again he was not certain about much from Loki, so the fact that Thor could never decipher his motives was no shock to him. The second surprise, the much bigger surprise, was that Loki returned to the ship with... a friend. A friend who looked very murderous and not very happy to be there, but Thor reluctantly, optimistically, labeled woman as a friend. She had long red hair, was wearing a scowl and matching armor, and stood close enough to Loki to imply familiarity.

Thor wanted to hide his exasperation with whatever his brother, sister for the moment, had brought to his attention, but he did not. "What is this now, Loki?"

Loki`s wide grin did nothing to put Thor at ease and he was sure that she knew that. "A present for us, dear brother." Loki`s voice was an alarming purr, almost sticky with its sweetness, and Thor felt a shiver go up his spine. There was nothing more frightening than Loki using that voice, pretending as if she would play innocent without actually hiding her too wide grin, too bright eyes, or obviously glee. No good had ever come from this voice and Thor was bracing for the worse already. Loki only grinned wider when Thor visibly tensed. The woman... The friend, did not change her hardened expression in the least. "Thor, this is Angela. Angela, this is Thor."

Angela looked at him with a critical eye, no smile and no greeting left her lips. Great, she was friendly. Just was Thor needed.

"Greetings, Angela." Thor attempted to smile and put some amount of friendliness into his voice. It was a good attempt. It did nothing to soften her demeanor.

"Angela is an assassin for the tenth realm," Loki explained. Thor tried very hard not react as if he had no idea what Loki was talking about. "She was on a mission from her home world to kill you."

Thor did not know enough words to properly curse his brother. He reached for Mjolnir, which he no longer had, and a string of every swear he could think of began in his mind.

"After talking with her, I explained that Odin was dead and Asgard destroyed, which mitigated her need to kill you." Loki was smiling that wide smile that looked only marginally less alarming on his female form. She was loving this. Thor really wanted to throttle her in this moment.

Thor`s smile was very strained now. "And why have you brought her here?"

"Now that there is no need to kill you, she has some free time on her hands. I invited her to accompany us on our journey."

Was it too late to kill his brother? Was it ever really too late to kill his brother? The other's would surely understand, right? Thor dragged a hand over his face in deep exasperation. "Pray tell, Loki, why would she want to do that?"

The woman, Angela, remained silent and grumpy. Thor wasn't sure why she was still here. She didn't seem very happy to be here at all. Loki was perhaps gleeful enough for the both of them. "She is here to be an ally, of course. Thanos has made many enemies. She is one of them."

That was.... reasonable....

"Also, she is our sister."

"WHAT!"

"It seems she was stolen from Asgard when she was a baby, only recently came into knowledge about this, and was sent to destroy Odin and Asgard to prove her loyalty and release her people from a curse Odin placed on them long ago." Loki smiled. "That's not really all that important, though."

This time, Angela's glare shifted to Loki. "You dismiss my entire life with a single sentence," She growled.

"You'll get used to it." Loki assured her.

Angela's growl did not cease.

"Do not be so grouchy, dear sister." Loki pat her on the arm. Angela glared at the place where Loki touched her, but did not otherwise react. "It is not as if you have anything better to do. You cannot return home on your own, and even if you could, now that your people are no longer protected by Odin's barrier, Thanos will be a threat to them, as well."

"Yes, I am aware of my situation," She grumbled.

Thor was not certain what to do with this information. "Loki, may I speak with you? Privately." Thor insisted.

"One moment, dear sister." Loki gave her a bright, surprisingly friendly smile.

Angela crossed her arms and waved them off. She turned her head to the side, looking in the opposite direction to give a modern of privacy. That was considerate of her. Much more considerate than Thor was expecting.

Thor grabbed Loki's arm and pulled her off to the side. Loki didn't resist at all, smiling as brightly as she ever did. Thor felt his irritation increase by that act alone. "What do you think you are doing, Loki?" Thor hissed. "Have we not had enough trouble with unknown siblings in recent days?"

Loki crossed her arms as she gave him an exasperated look. It was surprisingly similar to Angela's look and Thor wasn't sure how he felt about that. "I, for one, have had enough of indulging Odin's lies. Now that I have the chance to approach and deal with one of his deceptions on my own terms, I would like to do so." Loki looked away for a moment, biting her lip. It was a character trait she only been in her female form, something that Thor always found curious. "There is a part of me that regrets what happened to Asgard, what happened to Hela... I do not wish to lose another sibling."

Thor was surprised to see such emotion from Loki. He'd never considered how she felt about Hela. Thor never even considered how he felt about Hela and they'd never talked about it. "Loki..."

"Anyway, Angela's people, the angels, are a matriarch. She will get along well with Valkryie and being female will afford me more respect with her." Loki looked Thor up and down with mild derision before smiling wryly. "Nothing to be done about you, though. I suppose you will have to work a little harder to gain our sister's favor."

It was always something with Loki. He supposed that this was a more agreeable trick than his usual fair, however. Thor smiled more sincerely this time. "Thank you for bringing her to me, Loki. You'll always be my favorite sibling, though."

Loki blushed slightly, refusing to face Thor. "I was not hunting for your gratitude," she huffed. Thor decided not to point out that that made the gesture more endearing rather than less. It was nice to know that Loki still did things out of kindness instead of always for a scheme. Thor placed his hand on the back of her neck affectionately as he passed her, moving back to Angela's side. The woman turned to face him again. Now that he was paying attention, She looked much more tense than he was expecting. Was she expecting that he would turn turn her away?

"It is nice to meet you, sister."

"We'll see if I can return the sentiment," She responded. "I may owe a debt of gratitude to my... sister... but that does not extend to you, hair of Odin."

"A debt to Loki?" Thor asked questioningly.

"As the older sibling, I believe that you would be Odin's heir." Loki said dismissively.

With a quick flick of her wrist she sent a dagger flying at Loki, who blocked it with a summoned blade of her own. "Again with the blades, sister? Did you not learn your lesson the first time?"

"I am starting to expect that there is something I am missing between you two," Thor said with a smile.

"Always brother."

Thor smiled. He reached out to place a hand on his new sister's shoulder. She tensed under his touch, another weapon sprang to her palm, but she didn't attack. It was like dealing with Loki all over again and that was entirely endearing. "Welcome aboard, sister."

Angela made herself visibly relax. "Thank you... brother." The blades disappeared from her hands. She looked to Loki. "Thank you, Loki."

"Of course." Loki answered. "As your favorite sibling, it is my duty to be adored by you both."

"I am sure to regret this association," Angela said with a groan and an eye roll.

At least things would not be boring.

#ELS Writing #Loki #Thor #Angela #Marvel #Fanfiction #thor ragnarok

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Irked.

Title: Irked

Author lokilover9 Chapter 10

Warning: Teen

Original Imagine: Imagine due to having highly effective telekinesis, Tony Stark seeks you out and hires you. Loki’s been forced to live there by Odin and help on missions when needed, making penance to Midgardians. Prior to moving into the Tower, you learn of his superior and arrogant attitude and upon being introduced, immediately dislike him. Particularly because he looks at you like your his next meal.

The next morning Shandi rose early as her disguise took time, but Loki was already up. She went to have some breakfast and when hearing him out by the pool, peeked through the drapes. He was netting leaves and bugs in a black bathing suit and even in disguise, he was beautiful. Loki shot a glance in her direction and she darted from the window, feeling her face flush.

“Good morning darling.”

“Fuck.” She whispered. Embarrassed, she ate in her room, then emerged right before ten.

Loki waited while she put on her shoes. “Nat and Clint will be joining us for eleven at the maternity shop.”

“Sounds good.” She sat up a little breathless after tying one sneaker.

“Troubles?” He asked.

“I’m not used to maneuvering my body in this yet. Maybe I should buy slip ons.”

Without hesitation, Loki reached for the second shoe, tucked her foot in and tied the laces. “Whenever.”

Shandi then darted out the door. “Thanks.”

He chuckled inwardly while locking it. ‘You can’t avoid eye contact forever darling.’

They left and half way down the hill, she was fanning herself with a manual fan.

“Hot already?” He asked.

“Yes. Please put the air conditioning on high?”

Loki obliged. “Why?”

“You’ve no idea how hot these bellies are, not to mention the clothing I have to wear to keep them hidden. The wig doesn’t help either, restricting air flow to my head. I noticed yesterday when unpacking and today the humidity is supposed to be worse.”

“What a shame. Here I thought it was from watching me at the pool.”

“Really Loki?”

“What?”

“High up in that fluffy cloud of vanity and mischief you call a brain, do you ever not think of your dick?” He chuckled and she stared out the window. “That answers that question.”

“Come now, I was only teasing. You’ve no idea what that cloud contains, so don’t judge.” He politely stated.

“Well you haven’t given me much else to go on.”

Knowing she was right, he remained quiet until they neared the grocery store. “I noticed yesterday, Tony helped you from the car.” They pulled into the lot and he parked.

“What’s your point?” She asked.

“If you need assistance today, just ask.”

“I won’t need your help with anything else, thank you.”

Loki exited and walked around to her as she opened the door.

“Including your help out of the car.” She firmly stated.

He moved back, hands in the surrender position while she hoisted herself up. The moment the door shut and she took a step forward however, he snaked an arm around her waist. “You might wish to reconsider Lizzy. You’ve caught your dress in the door.”

Shandi stopped, waiting to be freed. “‘Lizzy?’ That name makes me think of ‘Lizzy’ Borden.”

They entered the store and Loki began following her with a cart, quietly whispering. “Wasn’t she a murderess from over a century ago?”

“And you know this how?” She whispered back.

“Boredom beyond reason at one point, had me watching too much television. Peculiar the things your people find entertaining on that ancient device.”

“Ancient device? Well excuse us cave people for being so primitive.”

Loki smirked at her response. “She was accused of murdering her family, the weapon of choice an axe?”

“Why yes, ‘Clifford.’” She deviously replied. “One of them while he slept.”

“Right. Should you be tempted darling, there are two axes in the garden shed. They need sharpening, but you’ll find them on the wall to your left.”

As they shopped, Shandi filled the cart with canned, frozen and other unhealthy foods while Loki collected, meats, fresh veggies and less sugary things. They were almost done when he whispered to her again. “Don’t look now, but we’re paying pay at register four. The cashier is our judges youngest daughter.”

She greeted them politely as Loki placed their items on the belt. “Hello. How are ya? That’s a fair sized purchase, you folks new in town?”

Loki smiled and she pushed a wrong button, causing the register to loudly beep. “Oops, I’ll just fix that.”

Shandi eyed the cover of a magazine. ‘Perfect.’ She thought. ‘Just what he needs, encouragement for his over inflated ego.’

“No problem, take your time.” He glanced at her name tag. “And yes, we just moved here. Laura is it?”

“Yes.”

“How lovely. This is my wife, Elizabeth. We’re planning to purchase a home here.”

Shandi stepped from behind the cart seat where her large purse had hidden her belly and started helping him. “Hello.”

“Awe, how far along are you?”

“Seven months.”

“It’s a nice place for kids to grow up. I’m the youngest of seven. Lived here all my life.”

“Oh my. We’re only planning on the one.” Said Shandi.

Laura giggled. “My mother thought that too.”

“See darling?” Said Loki. “You may change your mind.” He looked to Laura. “I’d like us to have at least three more.”

Shandi smiled. “Maybe, nothing is impossible. Might you know where the nearest hardware store is Laura? We need an axe sharpener.”

They left and Shandi commented in the car. “Tony said she worked at a specialty ice cream shop and in the picture, her hair wasn’t blonde. She’s made some big changes in the last two weeks.”

“Apparently.” He replied. “Maybe Alice will learn of us today and should you meet prior to the fair, be just as friendly.”

“Maybe.”

“And should that baby obtain any siblings, ‘maybe’ next time they’ll be mine?”

Shandi shook her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculous? You threatened to kill a God with a mere axe!”

“Why don’t you stop the car and I’ll just walk from here? There’s a map in the glove compartment.”

“Oh dear. Your consistent unruliness is looking more promising by the minute Lizzy.”

She crossed her arms. “Are you amused by the fact that I don’t like you Loki?”

“In all honesty, yes.”

“Then don’t be surprised if that ‘unruliness’ worsens.”

“No problem.” He slipped her a wink. “You’re nothing I can’t handle.”

They reached the maternity shop and Loki exited the car, purposely jamming her door until he walked around to open it. “Listen well oh ‘pot bellied queen of unruliness.’ In the future, for appearance purposes, you shall wait for me to help you out and regardless of your disdain for me, it’s time to play nice again.” He offered his hand and once out, Shandi tried walking away, but he interlocked their fingers. “And when in public, we must always hold hands.”

She faked a smile. “Tony never stated that, so would you mind letting go?”

“Yes I would. We’re very much in love remember and must appear that way.”

They entered the maternity shop and were greeted by a friendly clerk who directed them to the maternity wear, then returned behind the counter.

Nat and Clint were sitting across the street in their truck, waiting a few minutes before following. She watched the two closely as they interacted and smirked.

“What’s so funny?” Asked Clint.

“Nothing.”

“She doesn’t look happy.”

“She’s fine.” Said Nat. “Come on baby cakes, we’re up.”

“Will you quit calling me that in public? It gives me boners.”

“Nat rolled her eyes. "Slut.”

Minutes later, Nat opened the door to the shop. “Will you stop complaining honey? You know I can’t resist.”

“Could you just not be hours?”

“You shush now Gus.”

Loki was a few feet from Shandi, pushing buttons on some baby toys while she browsed. They were making funny noises and she rose her brows at him.

“What? They’re amusing.”

An older woman came from a back room to speak with the clerk when all four recognized her as the owner. She addressed Nat first as she was closest.

“Good morning. May I help you with anything specific?”

Nat smiled. “I’m good at the moment.”

Then she approached Shandi who was holding a dress up against herself and Loki stepped closer with a friendly nod.

The woman nodded back, noting his protective stance. “I’m Beth. Let me know if you’d like to try anything on.”

“Thank you.” Said Shandi.

The woman joined the clerk and Loki approached an item he then removed from the box. “Odd looking contraption, this. I wonder how it works?”

Shandi looked to see him inspecting a breast pump and the store owner approached. “Excuse me Sir. We mustn’t open packaging, unless you wish to purchase the item.”

Loki glanced at Shandi. “Are you interested darling?”

“No thank you.” She politely replied.

Loki spoke quietly to Beth. “How exactly ‘does’ this work? I’m still trying to convince her to nurse.”

‘And I’m still trying to convince myself not to murder you in your sleep.’ Shandi thought.

Nat had moved closer, browsing the same rack and while holding up a top, addressed Clint. “Look honey, Nicole would love this.”

“Whatever. Can we go now?”

She dismissively waved her hand. “Stop.” Then she looked at Shandi. “Aren’t they a pain to shop with?”

“Sometimes.” She replied.

Loki kept talking to the owner as Nat moved a little closer to Shandi.

“Is this your first? We’re having our first grandbaby and I’m so excited.”

Shandi was holding a different dress against herself and smiled. “Yes.”

“Awe.” Said Nat. “That would look great on you and your little one too.” Acting giddy, she reached out to touch her stomach.

Shandi gripped her wrist tightly and recoiled. “NO DON’T!”

Everyone froze and stared at the two.

“Oh shit.” Loki whispered. He darted to Shandis side, splayed open a hand on her back and spoke in a soothing tone. “It’s alright darling.”

Nat looked as though she were about to cry as Shandi kept staring at her. “I..I’m sorry.”

Loki tilted Shandis chin towards him, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Let go now, hmm?”

Shandi hadn’t a clue why, but despite them acting, his touch their and they way he looked at her, induced a sense of calm. Simultaneously, his touch on her back sent a flush of heat through her core and her lashes fluttered as she released Nat from her grip.

Loki then firmly addressed Nat. “My wife doesn’t like being touched by strangers, especially on her stomach.”

Pulling away suddenly, Shandi bolted for the door and Loki followed. “Elizabeth, wait!”

Clint frowned at Nat. “You shouldn’t touch people.”

The clerk and owner had remained silent, observing the incident and Nat feigned embarrassment. “Excuse me, I didn’t intend for your customers to leave.”

All four had headed out in their vehicles, when she texted Shandi:

“Nice acting job beautiful. Knowing she’s the touchy-feely, type, hopefully it gets back to Alice how over sensitive you are about being touched.”

“Thanks and yes, it could be disastrous depending where she tried.” Shandi then explained their interaction with Laura and Nat said she’d inform Clint.

“How are you and Cactus getting along?”

“Fine. I can’t believe he inspected that breast pump though.” 🙄

“Clint found it comical. I think it started with curiosity, then he asked about it to keep the owners attentions close.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. Initially, I was tempted to buy it to suck his brains out through his nose.”

“Lmao. So you ‘are’ getting along then.”

“Huh?”

“Okay beautiful, we’re back. Going to sit on Clints face for a while. 😆Good luck tomorrow.“

😅 “Oh god, T M I woman!”

Once returning to the house, they put all the food away and Loki headed to the living room to read and Shandi for a cool shower. Afterwards, she entered from the kitchen stairs, eyeing Loki while pouring herself some wine.

“What are you doing?”

“Preparing to marinate some meat I’m barbecuing for dinner. You’re welcome to join me if you wish.”

“No thank you. I have my own stuff, remember?”

“Right. Your artery clogging collection.”

“What are you an expert on the human body now? Mind your business.”

Loki was tempted to answer her question a certain way, but declined. “Why do you seem so reluctant to eat what I cook?”

“It’s not only what you cook, but what you ‘bake’ too.”

Loki was unwavering in his expression of sincerity. “Shandi, I’m sorry for whatever happened to you regarding that cake. I only put the required ingredients in it.”

She responded politely. “That’s fine. I’ll still eat my own stuff thank you.”

He carried on, then read more while Shandi went to the rec room to watch a movie. During, he heard her return to the kitchen twice more and as she started another movie, he returned to start dinner. Once smelling his, she entered to make her own and Loki was chopping up salad ingredients. With a can of ravioli, Shandi began rummaging through the drawers, clumsily slamming them which he silently noted.

“What are you looking for?” He asked.

“An opener thingy. Have you happen to see one by chance?”

‘Oh oh.’ He thought. “No, sorry.”

She looked a bit longer. “Ya hid it didn’t ya?”

“Why would I do that?”

He was being honest, but she didn’t believe him. “If that’s true, then jus’…wave yur magic wand an’ open it.”

Loki smirked. “It has more useful purposes than that darling.”

“Why does everything have to be..preverted with you?”

”‘Preverted?’“ He asked.

"Nevermind.” She banged the can back into the pantry. “I’ll just make something else when yur done.” Getting out the wine again, she’d forgotten her glass and went to retrieve it. Loki noticed it was two thirds empty and when she returned, the bottle was gone.

“Where’s my wine?”

“You’ve had enough.” He politely stated.

Her brows rose. “Excuse me? You are ‘not’ my boss.” She went for another bottle, but they were gone too. “Now I 'really’ don’t like you.”

“So you keep reminding me.” He calmly rinsed off the cutting board he’d used while she angrily banged cupboards closed searching for the bottles. “You won’t find them Shandi.” When turning back around, all his salad ingredients were scattered across the counter, some on the floor.

“Tell me where my wine is please.” She sarcastically stated.

They locked eyes and he walked towards her, backing her against the counter until his palms rested against it. “True, I’m not your boss, yet I know who is and this mission is of high priority to him. Should you delay or jeopardize it by consuming too much alcohol, I’m certain he would be unimpressed.” He went for the back door to handle the barbeque and she followed.

“And what about you Loki? Are you planning to do anything to jeopardize this mission?” Realizing she’d just revealed a secret fear, Shandi went to her room and stayed there until he went to bed.

Loki left her a note on the kitchen counter. ‘The answer to your question, is no. I’ve left you a plate of food in the fridge.’

Shandi baked a frozen chicken pot pie instead and just over an hour after consuming it, woke feeling quite ill and went to his door. “You shit! What did you do?”

He sat up and hazily looked at her. “Pardon?”

Shandi ran back to her bathroom and started violently hurling. Throwing on some boxers, Loki followed and when attempting to aid her, she pushed him away. Finally it eased and she glared at him. “You did this! Why?”

“No Shandi.” He firmly stated. “I would never do such a thing.”

Her stomach pains suddenly intensified and she demanded he leave her room. Thinking he’d obliged, she let loose and Loki made his way to the hall. “Ooooh, that was unappealing.”

Shortly after, she was resting in bed when he knocked. “May I come in please?”

“Go away!” She shouted.

He entered anyway.

“Loki!”

“Hear me out, will you?” He handed her a bottle of water. “I’ve spoken to Nat and it sounds like you have food poisoning. Obviously you didn’t eat what I left you.”

She explained the pie she’d consumed hadn’t tasted so great, but being a different brand, thought nothing of it. Then she darted for the bathroom again and he left her alone. Throughout the night, this continued and when she finally fell asleep, Loki contacted Tony who agreed she should rest for the day. Shandi was quite upset about it all and despite not saying so, Loki knew she still suspected him. The following day, she felt well enough to head out, suggesting they first stop at the grocery store.

“Why?” He asked.

“If somethings wrong with that product, they should know about it.”

“As you wish.”

Shandi entered the store and requested to speak with a manager, showing them the packaging while explaining what had occurred.

“Oh, are you Mrs. Bradshaw?” The man asked.

She looked at him bewildered. “Yes.”

After asking her to wait a moment, he returned with an envelope. “Your husband called here yesterday quite upset about the incident and we sincerely apologize.”

“He did?”

“Yes. He ‘adamantly demanded’ we remove the product from our shelves or he’d report us to the local health department. We’ve done so and for your troubles, this is a twenty five dollar credit for our store. We look forward to seeing shop here again ma'am.“

“Uhh, thank you.”

She returned to the car and Loki started driving.

“When did you call there?”

“While you were sleeping. Do you still think me responsible?”

“No.” She went quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry called you a shit.”

“I’ve been called worse. Shall we carry on as expected?”

“Yes.”

“Where you’ll hold my hand and wait for me to raise your pot bellied self out of the car?”

She smirked at him. “Yes.”

“Good. Had you not agreed, I would have resorted to putting you over my knee.”

“Excuse me?”

He shot her a mischievous grin. “You heard me.”

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #submission #irked #chapter 10 #lokilover9 #tony stark #hire #odin #mission #penance #tower #superior #arrogant #introduced #dislike

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