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how to build a chair........... director's cut ∠( ᐛ 」∠)__ this is about to be a very long very self-indulgent post where i just talk about my own writing. i also doodled on all the pages i think it makes the whole thing more fun to go thru. welcome to my ted talk
SIKE before i begin. credit where credit is due, this post was the start of it all. it changed my brain chemistry my jaw was dropped i was in awe i was obsessed and before i even finished it i knew that i would eventually have to make something similar for the commander or else i would be cursed to think about it for the rest of my life. and i Was cursed for like two years every day i would just be like........ is today the day i sit down and draft the commander chair fic of my dreams....... maybe tomorrow......
and then i got accepted as a writer for the gw2 zine ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ the chair idea was actually my backup option in case my first idea didn't pan out, and thank god it didn't, bc this one worked so much better. (still working on my initial idea, just turning it into a full fic! it was wayyy too long to be a zine submission.)
this is the chair i used. i downloaded the assembly instructions and tried out a bunch of different free pdf editors until i found one i liked, which ended up being sedja. if anyone's interested in doing something like this, i recommend printing out the pdf and writing directly on it! it was a lot easier for me to just figure out everything on paper first and then digitalize it after :P here's a picture of my physical copy
okay actually getting into it for real this time !!!!!
1. yeah i could've just erased the ikea logo and left a blank space but then i realized i could turn it into an in-universe joke. and then i ran with it.
2. i ripped this straight from the product description on the website. thanks ikea
3. i'm not sure if anyone went and looked it up, but it's a real item code!
hehe :3c
4. if your commander willingly goes to therapy i'm happy for them but TO ME? you'd have to drag the commander kicking and screaming. it's not that they don't know that something is wrong with them, they know, and they know YOU know. you're just never supposed to talk about it. they don't look at their own psych eval results bc that's none of their business.
5. i normally avoid specifying the commander's race when i write them bc i enjoy the challenge, but for the zine i was assigned to write about a norn commander! as a human main i was uhhhh very ill-equipped. but that just meant i had to study up on my norn lore (•̀ᴗ•́)و i spent hours on the wiki, then went around interviewing norn mains for their opinions, which was great fun :D it all helped me narrow the focus of my piece: joining the war on commander objectification on the side of commander objectification (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ and no one self-aggrandizes quite like the norn commander!
and to balance that i knew my narrator had to be patronizing as shitttt. they've clearly been following the commander since the beginning and seem to know a lot of intimate details about their life, despite not thinking very highly of them. wonder who that could be :3c
6. i can't stop making references. so the original part number is actually #122620 in the manual but i've changed it here (and on the previous page!) to #082812, as in 08/28/12, the date gw2 was released! no real reason for it, @dalennaugw suggested it for funsies and i liked it. if you're my pal and i show you a wip and you have a cool idea for it, chances are i Will put that shit in. hi dale if you're reading this
7. another thing about me. i loveeee repetition. here the word "over" is repeated four times to match the picture. honestly a lot of the creative process for this piece was just staring at the pages and figuring out how to tie the pictures to the commander in ways that weren't extremely corny or trite. idk why i enjoy writing like this when i could be frolicking in the beautiful prosaic meadows of a word doc instead but. it's like i see a tiny little restrictive box and i'm like OH BOY can't wait to think inside of that thing!!! i like when the format matters just as much as the content and in some cases informs the content. am i making any sense here. well all you need to know is that i'm a virgo and my favorite book is house of leaves
7. aw fuck just realized i wrote 7 twice. whatever i'm not changing it this is 7 part two now. the theme of my piece is glory, what it means to the norn commander, and how far they're willing to go for it.
8. does norn culture place emphasis on seeking individual glory Yes are norn also very community-oriented Also Yes. i think it's common to see norn kids napping together in a big pile, usually after they've worn themselves out playing games outside. it makes sense practically (apes together warm) and socially (pack bonding good) but that's just my hc. growing up i used to share a bed with my cousins all the time so it's normal to me.
a young, naive not-yet-commander, with no real combat experience, has no point of reference to compare a "blaze of glory" to. but the way everyone talks about it, it must be a good thing. a wonderful thing. a reward fit for a life well-fought and a legend hard-earned. so they imagine it must feel like falling asleep surrounded by the people they love, who love them in turn.
9. .........i was playing a lot of ace attorney when i wrote this page. i wish i was joking 👍🏼
10. ohhh shit the truth come OUT this whole chair thing was all a ploy just so i could write about the departing. again.
will i ever stop thinking about her. reply hazy, try again later.
11. out of all the pages, this one has the most emphasis on text placement, like comparing the enlarged picture of the screw to a sword, the numbers counting the screws, and "up up up" being arranged to mimic a wisp of smoke.
i also wanted to lean into the viking/norse mythology influences with my word choice.
12. more nods to norn culture. i didn't know they referred to the six human gods as "spirits of action" until i was doing the research for this piece :O
and the domain of the lost is called a hall of ghosts....... cause valhalla.....
13.
i'm sorry this so funnyyy. SAYS the guy who literally clawed their way back to life for a rematch.
me when i'm in a sore loser competition and my opponent is the COMMANDER!!!
14. arms as in "limbs" and also arms as in "armaments" :•]
15. haha get it because the picture makes it look like there are two mirrored speech bubbles while the text paints two opposing interpretations of the norn commander. one that's selfless and humble versus one that's selfish and vainglorious.
16. and the best part is IT DOESN'T MATTER which one is true bc at the end of the day no matter what their motivation, balthazar is dead by their hand. ofc i'm of the opinion that the most compelling interpretation of the commander is both, simultaneously. contradictions are good for the soul.
17. i could've name-dropped kas, the only person present that would do something like that, but i felt it was better to leave it ambiguous.
18. low-hanging fruit. the metaphor was so obvious here but i had to do it. for the culture
19. the alternate title for this piece was "THIS COULD BE GLORY". "how to build a chair" was only supposed to be a placeholder title til i figured out a better one, but the innocuousness of it grew on me. also i came up with the other one too late and had already advertised under the chair title lol
20. my first instinct was to end it with something more reassuring, like "what you have built so far is enough" but that would've been an ooc switch-up for a narrator who has been nothing but snide and detached this whole time. gotta stick to my guns
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obligatory chair joke as the last line. for realsies though it’s meant to be an earnest appeal to the commander to take a break, to have a seat, but it’s also a challenge. are they willing to lean on their friends? are the bonds they’ve forged strong enough to hold their weight? are they willing to put their faith in someone else’s hands? are they brave enough to try? well. only one way to find out.
also guess what that wasn’t even the real last page of the manual. it's THIS
but no way i was letting this be the image we ended on. IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK AND BALLS!!!
and on that note, THANK YOU if you made it this far!! a very special shout-out to @hawkepockets, my lovely boyfriend and beta reader, without whom this piece would not be nearly as polished. i would bring him pages to look over and he would say Scrap half of those lines you can do better than that. kill your darlings. i would complain and argue for a few minutes then we would revise. rinse and repeat until we had honed this thing to perfection. i can't stress enough the importance of having a second pair of eyes on your work throughout your creative process, even better if it's someone who challenges you. i don't even pay him 🫶🏼
and if there was anything i didn't cover that you still have questions about, please feel free to shoot me an ask! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ thanks for reading! see u later dudes ;P
#gw2#guild wars 2#my writing#for once i have nothing to say in the tags bc i already talked so much in the body of the post.#ummmmmmmm meows cutely !
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I was thinking about something for the Ice Flower AU
It takes place right before the events of By The Fireplace
It starts off with the queen going into labor prematurely. She wasn’t supposed to give birth until after the hunt. Everything goes smoothly & as planned otherwise.
Maybe a sprinkling of Loki’s reaction to seeing & holding his sons for the first time. Being overjoyed with his love for them.
Then there is some sort of conflict because Loki now doesn’t want to leave for the hunt as he does not want to leave his healing queen & newborn sons alone.
The boys miss their father & cry out for him when he is gone but the queen will comfort them & reassure them that he will be back soon enough.
Then “By The Fireplace” follows chronologically
That is all.
Just something that came to me here at 3am & I needed to get it out because I need to see how you write this. You always take my ideas & turn them into something better so I’m excited for this one as I’ve been obsessed with the Ice Flower AU as of late
moodboard by @chennqingg <3
Snowflakes
Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader
Summary: It's time for a winter hunt - and the twins to see the light of the day. Not the best combination, is it?
Warnings: pregnancy stuff, birth, fluff, bit angst, even more fluff, mentions of a hunt, Loki's instincts?
Word Count: 3,1k
a/n: Friend... This was SO much fun to write. I love this AU so much. Thank you for requesting this! :)
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Loki stood in his presence chamber; hands folded behind his back. The king of Jotunheim was gazing absentmindedly out of the window; watching how the harsh winter conquered more of his home with each passing day. It was definitely time for the royal men to go on the last big hunt before it would be too late. He knew that; was more than aware of this - but it was the last thing he could think about now. Not after he had taken his heavily pregnant wife to the healers only a mere hour ago, because she wasn't feeling good at all. Sure, it could be just a normal side effect; especially now since she was close to birth - but not close enough. Her due date was determined after the planned hunt. Not before, and now the king feared for his queen and unborn children.
What if something was wrong? Or Norns forbid, what if she went into labour?
Loki swallowed hard and gently shook his head; trying to get out of his thoughts. It wasn't easy though. He had been sent off by the healers instantly and was now doomed to wait here alone in his audience chambers for anyone to tell him what was happening.
It was cruel.
The king sighed; redirected his gaze from the window to the crackling fireplace and over to his desk. A lot of work was still waiting for him, but he couldn't focus. He couldn't think. Not until he was informed about the health of his family.
He ran a hand through his raven curls and started to walk up and down in the spacious room - impatiently. Not to know what was going on ate him up inside.
At some point, he poured himself a mug of fine Asgardian mead and took a big sip; feeling the alcohol burn in his throat. Just as the king wanted to refill the empty mug, a loud knock sounded from door.
"Come in!" He immediately turned; seeing one of the healers entering the big room. Carelessly placing the mug on his desk, Loki hurried over to the elderly female Jotun. "How is she? How is my wife? And what about the children?" The healer closed the door behind herself; ensuring privacy. "Your majesty," she curtsied. "I need to you stay calm. A panicking husband won't help the queen in labour."
Loki’s eyes almost popped out of his head. "L-Labour? S-She's in labour?!"
"Yes."
That was the moment the usually so composed king lost it. He started to walk in a circle; hands in his hair and quietly cursing in old Norse.
"My king... I know this is hard, but we all need you to stay calm." "I can't!" Loki chanted; feeling how he was beginning to lose his nerves. "My wife is carrying twins and now she's in premature labour! What if our children aren't ready to be born yet?! What if-" The collected female Jotun, which Loki knew already since he had been a child, placed a hand on the his shoulder. Something only she was allowed to do. No other member of the royal staff. "Loki... Your wife is stable and ready to give birth and so are your children. It's merely two weeks before her calculated due date."
The gesture and words caused Loki to snap back to the here and now.
He took a deep breath; trying to calm down. "Nothing will happen to them?" She shook her head. "No, my king. The pain she endures is normal. She's having contractions and is really close to giving birth. The twins are fully developed and ready to survive outside the womb."
Loki needed a moment to sort his thoughts and feelings and to process the information. "I-I'm going to be a father soon..." He mumbled; more to himself than the healer, but she heard it anyway. A soft smiled darted over her face. "Indeed, your highness." "I wish to see Y/N. Can I... stay with her during the birth?" The elderly woman's azure lips pressed together into a thin line. "Better not, my king. A birth is not for the faint-hearted."
Loki crossed his arms; puffing his chest. "I am not faint-hearted. I am a warrior. Nothing is able to shock me."
The Jotun healer cleared her throat and adjusted her half moon glasses. "I don't mean to be rude or disrespectful, my king, but... When Prince Thor visited last month and told you about his children's birth, the guards had to take you to the medical wing, because you fainted..." Loki's cheeks reddened at her words and suddenly was all his confidence gone. He forgot about that.
"B-But my wife, I-I-I..." He sighed; hanging his head. "We will take good care of the queen, my king. I'll return as soon as your children are born." Loki couldn't do much more than nod; knowing that he more than likely wouldn't be able to see how much you were suffering. He would've been no help.
The next two hours were awful for the king. Minutes ticked by so slowly. All the waiting and inability to do something to help you or his yet unborn children drove him insane. He walked up and down, left and right; literally walking a marathon - he was that uneasy and nervous.
At some point Loki even sat down on the chair at his desk; desperately trying to occupy himself with work, but it was in vain. He re-read the lines over and over again and was just not able to focus.
Endless more minutes passed, until a guard stormed inside his audience chambers; totally out of breath, but smiling from ear to ear.
"My king! The healers sent me to bear the news that the queen just gave birth to healthy twins!"
Loki’s knees almost gave in at the guard's words and realisation punched him right into his gut... He was a father now - officially. "I-I have to go." Without saying another word, the king stormed past the guard and sprinted down the hallways towards the medical wing. His heart pounded violently against his chest once he stood in front of the big, wooden doors which would lead him into a new, exciting life. Loki took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was mostly dark inside; the curtains pulled in front of a few windows to prevent the last rays of sunshine of the year to illuminate the room. Only a few candles were lit. Barely enough to see, but it created a cosy, warm atmosphere.
Loki looked around, felt a bit helpless since no healer was to be seen - but then he heard the soft call of his name....
"Loki..."
It was weak and soft, but nevertheless happy and full of love. His head snapped around to face the back of the room - and there you were; laying inside a big bed. A white nightgown engulfed your body, just like the warm blankets and furs you were tucked underneath, and in your arms- The king's breath hitched in his throat.
Two tiny bundles.
He felt like crying; wanted to scream his happiness from the rooftops of the palace.
Your heart melting giggle brought him back down to Jotunheim, though. "Why are you just standing there, my king? Come, meet your sons." His head started to spin as he walked over to the bed.
"S-Sons?"
You nodded; shifted one bundle to rest on your chest, so that you were able to stretch out your hand towards your husband. Loki approached you slowly and placed his hand in yours. Gentle ruby eyes settled on you - and the newest additions to the royal family. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand; giving him a happy smile. "Congratulations, king Loki Laufeyson of Jotunheim. You are a father now."
Loki was speechless. All he could do was let the tears stream down his face. You smiled even wider; touched by your husband's reaction. "Say hello to them."
The king needed another short moment. Everything was just so overwhelming. "M-May I hold my sons?" You giggled, "Of course." and handed firstly the tiny boy over to his father, who definitely looked more like you. Fair skin; golden-blond locks on his head.
Loki took him with slightly shaky hands; but once he felt the comforting weight of the newborn on his arm, he relaxed and looked down. The baby had his eyes closed and nose scrunched up; clearly not amused by the loss of his mama's warmth and touch. "No, no, no, don't cry, sweetling. I'm your daddy," the king whispered and lowered his head to press a lingering kiss on the infant's head; inhaling his scent. His... He was his - and so was his twin brother. The king relished in this intimate moment for a few seconds, until a soft whine attracted his attention. His other son. Loki looked up; curiously. You giggled. "I think someone is sensing that his father is around..." He couldn't help but to smile at your words, before slowly and gently switching the babies.
Now he held his second son - who was a spitting image of himself. Black fuzz on his head and azure skin; peppered with familiar marks and ridges. "Hello, tiny prince," Loki cooed; eyes stuck on the baby, as he touched his small, soft, warm hand with his pointer finger.
You watched Loki bond with his newborn sons; smiling.
"Are you happy, my love?" Ruby eyes looked up to meet your Y/E/C ones once more. "More than happy, my queen. Words are not enough to express how thankful I am that you've given me not one but two children." Your smiled widened; butterflies erupting inside your belly. "You had an important part in this, too, you know..." "That may be true, but you carried them, birthed them and are going to nurture them... You are doing all the hard work. I just did the fun part."
You laughed softly; shaking your head. "I love you, my king."
Loki leaned in closer - carefully, not to hurt one of the babies, and kissed your lips softly; lovingly.
Then his eyes roamed your body; slight concern reflecting inside those stunning rubies. "How are you feeling, Flower? You look exhausted..." He noted the dried sweat on your skin and the strands of hair who stuck on your forehead.
You nodded. "I am. It's been excruciating five hours of labour, after all..." Loki kissed you again; whispering against your lips: "I am so so proud of you, my queen. So proud." You buried your free hand in his long raven locks; feeling him close.
"Rest now, Flower. I'll look after our sons."
The first few exciting days of being a first-time father passed by quickly for Loki. He decided to leave all the important work to his advisors and just focus on you and the twins. He wanted to spend the first days - preferably weeks of their lifes with them and not leaving them out of his sight. He wanted to be here for you and help wherever he could and just stop being the king of an entire realm for a little while. This would've worked out just fine - if it weren't for the hunt and the lurking danger of the onset of winter...
"Your majesty..." One of Loki's advisors approached him; cautiously. "The winter storms are about to hit Jotunheim in barely a few days. The time is running out. We have to do the hunt now." The king scoffed; holding Váli tightly cradled against his bare chest, while he signed some documents. "I am aware of that, Skard, but as you can clearly see, I have other duties to tend to at the moment." He looked down at his sleeping son; smiling.
"I understand that, my king, but-" "There's no but," Loki interrupted Skard immediately. "My presence is needed here. I have to stay with my healing wife and newborn children. Just send Ymir on the hunt with the best warriors of our kingdom. They will make it without me." Skard shook his head. "No, my king. We both know that Ymir can't lead them alone. Besides, it's tradition and your obligation, King Loki. So hard it sounds - and I thoroughly apologise for this, but it doesn't matter if the queen just gave birth. Your folk awaits this from you. They count on you."
Loki sighed. He knew that Skard was actually right, but all his primal instincts worked against his wit; demanding from him to stay with his lover and babies.
"I'm going to talk to the queen about this. Accept my decision and leave." Skard took a bow, "Yes, your highness." and left the audience chambers.
Loki sighed once again; pinching the bridge of his nose and decided that this was a problem he would deal later with. For now, he had other work to tend to.
Unfortunately, though, had Váli other plans...
He was getting restless and antsy in his arms; seemingly always on the edge of crying. His tiny lips were formed into a pout; mouth opening and closing - telling Loki that he was hungry. Well... Seemed like he would have that conversation with you now and not later.
"Come on, sweetling. It's mealtime." Loki stood up from his chair and carried the bundled up infant in one arm to yours and his chambers. On his way, he felt the little boy latch on Loki's bare skin; in search of his food source. It caused the king to chuckle. "Apologies, little snowflake. I'm afraid I can't give you what you're searching for. Just hold on for another minute. You'll be with your mama soon."
Once he had opened the door to the chambers and tiptoed inside, his eyes searched for you. They found you rather quickly. You were laying in bed; resting - like most of the time, since the birth had taken much of your strength and left you hurt. You still weren't able to properly walk. It got better each day, sure, but you needed time to heal.
"My queen?" The king called out softly; in case you were sleeping. But you weren't. You lifted your head; smiling at your husband as he approached the bed. "Hello, my love."
Loki found you wrapped up snugly into a think blanket, which was covered by a fur. He could also make out the tiny blue head with black curls, which peaked out from the blanket.
He smiled. Áki was sleeping on your chest.
"I didn't wake you, Flower, did I?" You shook your head. "No, don't worry." He sat down on the edge of the bed beside you; placing a kiss on your forehead. "How are you feeling tonight?" "Better, but still exhausted." He nodded; kissing you properly this time. Although, the kiss was interrupted by Váli, who let out a loud whine; making himself noticeable - and his hunger.
"Ohh, somebody is hungry, eh?" "Indeed. I actually wanted to keep on working for another hour, but well... I guess I'll just continue tomorrow." He smiled; watching you shift underneath the pile of blankets.
"Are you cold, love?" "Uh.Huh. Like always around that time of the year. Winter is coming. I can feel it." The king eyed you for a moment. "Hand Áki over. I'll place him inside his crib, so that you can feed Váli." "Alright." Loki lifted the sleeping baby carefully up in his free arm and placed him gently inside his crib. Then he handed you Váli and shortly returned to his other son; making sure that he was properly tucked in and especially warm.
"Oh, and Flower..." Loki started; facing you again with a smile, while he started to get rid of his armour. "Shift a little bit, please. I'm going to make sure you're warm enough." He watched how a shiver ran down your arms as you moved; primal instincts egging him on to keep his mate warm. Loki quickly slipped inside the bed behind you and made you rest against his upper body.
"Better, Flower?" You nodded; cuddling against him. "Yes. Much better."
You fed Váli then, with Loki’s hand supporting the infant. You loved having your sons and husband close. You couldn't deny that.
After a few moments of silence with just the sweet coos of Váli filling the spacious room, Loki decided to address the hunt topic.
"Flower?" "Mhm?" "I must talk with you about something..." You turned your head to give him a smile. "I'm all ears, my king." He sighed. "It's about the winter hunt. I know that we have not much time left to go hunting. Winter is coming - fast. My advisors told me that as well, but..." "But?" "I... I don't want to leave you and our newborn children alone now. I refuse to do so."
You blindly lifted one hand; feeling for his cheek. You cupped it. It was an awkward angle, but you didn't care. "Why, my king? We are safe here, in the palace and the lovely caregivers will help me if I need it. It's all good, my love. You can go. You should go. It's important." The king scoffed. "See, my love? Exactly that is the problem. I should be the one helping you. I should be the one taking care of you and our offspring. Not the caregivers!"
"Is this your inner Jotun speaking again, dear husband?"
Loki blushed. "Most likely, yes."
You burped Váli; placed a kiss on his forehead and handed the drowsy, milk-drunk bavy over to his father, who reached over with his long arms and placed him in his crib; wrapping him up inside a warm fur, too.
Once Loki was finished, you immediately turned in his embrace; snuggling against him. "I understand that. I really do. I couldn't picture leaving the boys alone. Not in my wildest dreams. It's hard, I know, but..." You sighed. "You are the king. Our folk counts on you, my love. They need you. It's your obligation."
"I am very aware of that - as well as of the fact that I won't be able to escape this. I have to go." You smiled; kissing his chin. "Just think about the wonderful things which await you when you return home." Loki pulled you closer against his muscular chest. "Honestly, this the only reason what will keep me going on the hunt... Returning to my family."
The following week, in which Loki was away was heavy. Heavier than you anticipated. Sure, the caregivers helped you where they could, but it just wasn't the same. You missed him. Badly - and so did the twins. They were only infants, yes, but their senses were heightened, due to Loki's Frost Giant genes. Therefore, they sensed exactly that their father wasn't around.
Something they definitely didn't like.
You did your best to reassure them; giving them as much motherly love as you could. But you were not Loki.
You only hoped that he'd return fast...
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Summary: It seems that nearly the entirety of Asgard had forgotten that today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Everyone but you, at least.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: some cuss words; sad Loki hours; mentions of Odin being a douche rocket of a father; Thor and the W4 being shitty friends
Things to be aware of: besties to lovers
Today's training session had gone on incessantly longer than usual, keeping you and your warrior friends in the training fields for hours more than necessary. All because Thor had thought it a grand idea to showcase his superior might by holding a friendly competition amongst yourselves.
It took him three quarters of an hour just to best Volstagg. And then another half hour each for Fandral and Hogun. And now he and Sif were sparring away as they had been for the past twenty minutes, your leg bouncing from your impatience as you awaited your turn so that you could all finally part ways.
And then you could go find Loki and give him your present. After all, it wasn't every day that one turned a thousand years old.
"Excited to land on your behind, Lady Y/N?" Fandral jested, motioning toward your bouncing leg. "Worry not. Thor and Sif should be finished in a while."
"I just wish to conclude our session, that's all," you answered him, offering no explanation. After all, it should be known what today is. Truly, you wondered how come there hadn't been any celebration throughout the castle this entire day. Why everyone had gone on as if this were any regular day.
Surely they hadn't forgotten. Had they?
"You are usually so patient, my friend," Volstagg commented. "What has you in such a state?"
You eyed the three warriors in incredulity. "Do you truly not know?" They shook their heads slowly, apprehensively, as if they were cautious of how you would react if they said or did the wrong thing. "Norns help me, you all of you are hopeless. According to the Midgardian calendars, today is the 17th of December."
"And that date should ring in the significance you showcase because…?" You glared at Fandral, wishing more than anything that you could scar his smug face from that comment alone. "Do not look at me like that, my friend, I only wish to know--"
"Languish in your ignorance," you told the three of them as Sif fell to the ground, Thor bellowing in victory as he pointed his weapon toward you and called you forth. "Finally."
Your bout with the god of thunder did not take too long. You went into the training field unarmed, deftly evading his swings and avoiding getting knocked down to the ground. When the tender area under his chest was unguarded, you used the momentum behind your evasive maneuvers to bring your elbow in hard at the tender spot, knocking the air out of his lungs and loosening his hold on his training sword.
And then you reached for his weapon, easily disarming him, and pointing the blunt tip to his throat. "Yield, Son of Odin," you bellowed for the benefit of the four warriors watching with their jaws dropped as the crown prince of the realm put his hands up in surrender. "Right. That's that, then. Have we finished? Can we leave?"
The blond prince chuckled as he undid the fastenings of his leather breastplate. "What has you in such an impatience, my friend? And who taught you that maneuver?"
"Loki," you answered simply, knowing that he would take that as the answer to the second question. In truth, it was the answer to both. "He accepted long ago that he wouldn't be as strong a warrior as you, so he chose to observe. To evolve into a smarter one instead. And since you and your friends--"
"Our friends," he corrected you. "Do not forget you are one of us too, Lady Y/N."
Yes, but I do not hold a title, all thanks to your father deciding not to reward those who have aligned themselves more with Loki than yourself, you thought bitterly. "Right, then…our friends…since you and our friends have insisted on not playing with him, he figured that someone should have the privilege of knocking you on your arse, so he taught me the maneuver."
"Ever the strategic one, my brother," Thor commented, his tone surprisingly holding a touch of fondness rather than contempt. "Anyway, the Warriors Four and myself are going out on the town, fill ourselves with mead to our heart's content. Would you care to join us?"
"You're going out drinking? Today?" There was more bite to your tone now as he shrugged. "Thor. My friend. Please tell me you know what today is."
"The end of the week," he answered so casually it made your skin prickle in irritation. "Midgardians would call it…Saturday. Why? Where are you off to?"
You shook your head, clicking your tongue in disappointment. "When you finally realize what today is, how important today should have been for you, you will feel a fool. For choosing to waste away today in the company of our friends, drinking to your heart's content out on the streets of Asgard." With the people who had also forgotten him.
With your words of disdain, you marched over to your belongings, picking up the satchel that held your present. "I take it you're off to spend the day with my brother then?" Thor called out toward you.
You threw your hand in a thumbs up gesture toward him, not once looking back or breaking your stride. "Where else would I go?" you whispered into the empty hall, moving as fast as your feet could carry you toward your dearest friend's chambers.
When you walked through the golden double doors, it didn't take long to find him; in fact, it took no time at all since he was at the steps of the entryway, sitting with his posture slouched, shoulders slumped, head hung down. Your heart broke for him. It broke at the sight of him. You never could take it whenever he was in such a sullen mood; it was as if someone had taken all the light from your world and snuffed it out with one look at his downcast eyes.
"What's wrong, dear prince?" You did your best to keep your tone light as you moved to take a seat next to him, a feat in itself as you noted his red-rimmed eyes, his cheeks already wet from the tears shed. "Oh, sweet boy," you choked out, tears of your own beginning to flood your vision as you pulled him into an embrace, stroking the top of his head. "What has gotten you in such a state? On a day as important as today, no less?"
"What do you know of today?" he mumbled into your shoulder, the sound of his sniffling breaking your heart even more.
"What do I know of today?" you repeated, an attempt at playful incredulity coloring your tone. "The day of your thousandth birthday? I know that it should be a day of celebration. That there should have been greetings coming your way from all directions. That I should have had a difficult time even getting here, shouldering my way through hordes of adoring well-wishers. That is what I know today should have been. And I know that I am livid at every single soul who forgot."
Your father being at the top of that list, you finished in the privacy of your mind. I should have his head for forgetting about you. When he had arranged such a grand fortnight of festivities when it was Thor's turn a few years back.
You let out a broken exhale as you felt him wrap his arms around you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he breathed out, "Where were you?"
"Training ran late," you explained, your voice strained from holding back your own tears. "I used that maneuver you taught me. Put your brother on his arse."
"I feared you'd forgotten, too." His voice came out so uncharacteristically muted, so faint that that alone could have broken you. But his words were ultimately what had the tears finally falling from your eyes. "The rest of Asgard could forget for all I damn well care, but you? I would not bear it if you--"
"Never," you cut him off. "I would never forget." You pressed a kiss to his temple as you made a motion to move away. "In fact, that's why I came here. To give you your present."
Once he'd pulled away, breaking your embrace, he immediately placed his hands on the sides of your face, a mixture of concern and pain in his eyes as he eyed the little nicks on your face from your training with the warriors. "You're hurt…" You held your breath as he proceeded to heal each wound with his seiðr, the way he had done so for the last half millennium, pressing his lips to the injured skin.
Your heart pounded in your chest as he pressed kisses to your temples, your cheeks, and finally to your chin. All places where one of your friends' weapons had struck you today. Long gone were the times where you would protest this particular act of care from him, since he would insist and it would be this lengthy bout of bickering between you two that ultimately ended in him healing you anyway.
Besides, it was laughable for you to protest, seeing as this would be the only manner in which Loki would kiss you. You'd be a fool to turn down even the fleeting attention of the man you loved.
"There you are," he breathed out, a small smile breaking through as he looked upon your healed face. You reached into your satchel and pulled out the wrapped parcel, placing it in his hands. "Y/N…"
You'd once again found yourself holding your breath as he unwrapped your present: a blank grimoire you had custom made by one of the bookbinders in the kingdom, the leather set in his signature green, the hardware a brilliant, shining gold.
"I thought merchants only made these in--"
"In your brother's colors, the imbeciles," you finished for him. "I may have persuaded one of them to make this one special. One of a kind. Just like you." He turned his gaze towards you, your chest tightening with unspoken emotions as he looked at you with an expression you could not fathom in his eyes. "Granted, I had to be the one to provide them their supplies since they couldn't be bothered. Again. Imbeciles."
He took your hands in his, gently running his thumbs along each of your fingertips. "That day when you arrived at training with cuts on your hands? You were plucking leaves?"
You simply nodded. "Did you know that it takes ten thousand leaves to make a dye that potent? And that Midgardians guard their gold in foolish little boxes so easily infiltrated?" you informed him with a proud smile.
"You did all this--"
"I did," you answered his unfinished question. "And before you even ask me the why, because I know you will ask me why, it is because you will be a master sorcerer one day. And you will need a place to store all the rituals and spells and potions that that brilliant mind will concoct." You finished your point by lightly touching your fingertips to his temple.
When he removed the cover of the gold plated label, your heart ached at the sound of his slow intake of breath as he took in the engraving that said property of Prince Loki. "Darling is this in--"
"My hand, yes. It took a considerable learning curve but I got to make one that didn't have my blood etched in it eventually."
"Those days you had cuts that smelled like metal shavings?" You nodded.
"You remember those? Those were trivial wounds…I'd barely even call them--"
"I remember every one of them." He tucked his fingers under your chin, urging you to look up at him. "Y/N I cannot fathom--"
"It's not much, but I do still hope you--"
He silenced you by pulling you into a tight embrace, once again nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his fingers weaving into your hair. The sound of him sniffling tore at your heart once more. "It's perfect, Y/N. Just like you."
You did not get to spend the rest of Loki's birthday with him. Not an hour after you'd given him his present, his mother arrived at his chambers, having prepared something herself to celebrate his first millennium. And much as he did try to bring you with him, almost resembling yourselves in your childhood years as he held on to your hand, you got him to relent to the sentiment that this should simply be a moment shared between mother and son.
So the sound of knocking at your bedchamber door right as you were about to sleep was most definitely not something that you were expecting to hear. Let alone having it be Loki on the other side, looking at you as if there was a newfound knowledge in his eyes that he couldn't wait to share.
"Shouldn't you be asleep, Your Highness?"
"We are well past such formalities, Y/N. You know this," he evaded your question with a chuckle, bringing his hand up to cup the side of your face. You resisted the ridiculous urge to lean in to his touch. And the even more ridiculous thought of kissing his palm.
"Not at this hour," you shot back. "The implications--"
"Fuck the implications." He let out a low chuckle as your eyes widened from his choice of words. "You are one of the people in this realm I hold most dear, I will not have you addressing me so formally."
"Fine," you huffed, doing your damnedest to mask the thrill that ran through you. "What are you doing here, Loki?"
"One of my mother's ladies in waiting informed me of a tradition on Midgard. About how a birthday celebrant is entitled to…kisses?" Your stomach dropped at the information, your mind immediately conjuring up a visual of him with his lips pressed to one of the queen's staff. "One for every year," he finished with a chuckle.
You forced a smile onto your face. "Well I'm sure that between all her ladies in waiting, each of which I'm positive are more than willing participants in this Midgardian tradition, you'd already reached your quota." The smile on his face faded as he eyed your face.
"I turned them down," he said so simply, as if he was surprised it even needed to be pointed out.
"Never known you as the type to turn down a perfectly willing woman. Why the change of heart?"
He stepped toward you, placing his free hand at the curve of your waist, his other hand moving to cradle the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair. "There has only been one woman I have wanted to kiss for the last few centuries. And the only times that I would get the chance to is when I heal her wounds."
Your heart began to pound in your chest, so much so that you could swear that your pulse was in your ears. "Loki--"
"If I could choose who I would receive a thousand kisses from, I choose you." Tears began to flood your eyes at his words, a squeak getting caught at the back of your throat as you felt him softly press his lips to yours. "The woman I love."
He pressed another quick kiss to your lips before you stupidly blurted out. "You love me?"
"I do, my darling girl. And it would make not just my birthday, but my life, complete…if you would be mine. If I could court you."
His words had you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. "I love you, too. I'm yours. I'm all yours."
"I would wish for more than a thousand kisses, though, my love."
"How many then?"
"All of them." He wrapped his arm around you and lifted you until your feet left the ground and he walked you both further into your bedchamber.
"I think that can be arranged," you answered coyly, smiling into the next kiss.
He set you back on your feet and pulled away, placing his hands at your waist. You eyed him as you felt a tinge of desperation make itself known within you, your body overcome with wanting more.
"Though tonight I must probably go," he said, a mischievous smirk gracing his annoyingly perfect face. "The palace is rife with gossips. They could see me enter your bedchambers and start to think lurid thoughts if I do not leave in a timely fashion." The tone coloring his words was obviously teasing, and yet somehow it just stirred the desperation in you even more. "The implications--"
"Fuck the implications," you blurted out, repeating his own words from earlier, standing on the tips of your toes, your hands braced on his shoulders. You shamelessly let out a whimper as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours once more, bending down and lifting you into his arms in one fluid motion. "Stay," you murmured against his lips.
A thrill ran through your body once more as he flashed you a wicked grin, laying you down on your bed. "As you wish, my love."
A/N: Ngl, I didn't think I was gonna be able to finish this before Loki's birthday ended considering how late I started. This story was based off of this request that @ijustloveloki sent over to @sarahscribbles which she passed on to the SAS, so I hope that I did good by your request! 🥺💖
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I wanna add to the whole “hades keeping persephone’s things in a drawer” controversy. I watched all her videos the she uploaded patreon and I specifically remember Rachel herself saying that she was VERY aware it was creepy and she would not be okay with this behavior irl. She laughed it off saying that lots of romantic tropes like this would not be okay in real life—but in movies and media they get a pass because they frame it as something endearing. So she IS self aware about the whole thing at least🤷🏻♀️
Ugh, that just makes it kinda worse tho tbh LOL Like being self-aware of something being toxic doesn't make that toxic behavior 'okay', especially if you're intentionally romanticizing it or never making the FL in your comic aware of what her now-husband has been doing since day 1, especially in a comic that's trying to be "feminist".
Like I know it's something sold to teenage girls a LOT that it's "romantic" if the guy they "finally" ended up with was holding onto "keepsakes" from them before they dated ("omg, they were in love with me the whole time!") But a lot of people in their 20's and upwards can tell you that it's not so "romantic" when you realize that much of your relationship may have been manufactured or that the guy you're with was essentially stalking you prior to getting with you. It can make the relationship feel far more disingenuous and targeted rather than something that grew organically. Especially when it's really intimate shit that the other party should not have access to like personal letters you wrote in confidence to a friend.
Shit, I know it's not something that's "real life" because it's fantasy, but even Hades going so far as to ask the Fates for a tape of his memories that involved Persephone is a HUGE red flag - they make it VERY clear that you can't just do that, you need consent from the other parties who are involved in that memory, WHICH MAKES TOTAL SENSE, but they give it to him anyways because "aww he's in love and it's his future qween :>"
The irony that LO tries to be progressive with the notion of consent but then stomps on it every time it involves anything that isn't blatant assault. Consent applies to more than just sex. Persephone did not give consent to Hades taking the letter she had sent Hecate, she did not give consent to Hades taking the tape of memories that involved her, and she was never made aware of Hades keeping intimate objects that either belonged to her or were affiliated with her (ex. the mug with her lipstick print).
Like... is this romantic? Really? Because it seems more manipulative than anything else. I know being above the gods and even their own destinies is the nature of the Fates but that's why they typically don't directly involve themselves in the lives of mortals and gods (and in a lot of media that references them, they typically speak in riddles or don't fork over the information plainly) otherwise what would be the point of "fate" to begin with if anyone could walk up to the Fates and be like "hey, tell me something I'm not supposed to know so I can change the path I'm on."
God of War does this better than LO with the Norse equivalent of the Fates, the Norns:
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Being self-aware of Hades shitty behavior does not make it okay to romanticize, it doesn't absolve Rachel of writing a toxic romance and selling it as "couple goals". Especially in a comic that claims to be feminist and aware of the importance of consent. If that's the case, Persephone needs to learn the meaning of the word 'no' and Hades needs to learn that he can't have whatever he wants just because he's a King.
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@dr-foster
how it begins is purely accidental. at least, that's what he says to himself when recalling the heated moment outside that grimy excuse for a tavern in this spit of a midgardian city.
he didn't mean to follow the man, it just happened his path was also loki's path. he didn't mean to catch the man unawares when the man began to fumble in his jacket for what loki realizes is something of a knife.
a poor excuse for one, but sharp and winking in the moonlight, and a danger to midgardians at least.
but what loki did do, with all the intention to see it through poured into the action, was catch the man's wrist and twist it behind the man's back until the bones gave a most satisfying crack, paired with the man's hoarse holler.
and a woman's scream, there was that too, and he supposed she never had any intention of being mugged so two accidents and here loki was doing the right thing. sort of.
he had thought of it as a one time deal, a sort of, well.. i didn't MEAN to cross that path but since i DID, and since i needed a little action to work out this frustration on, why not save the day, just once?
but then it happened again... and again.... and again... and each time it became a little less accidental until loki was now watching for a foul midgardian to fuck up and deserve a bit of godly retribution. thor couldn't know, nor his friends, nor val (well maybe val would understand, he thought.) because they would put a stopper in this delicious new drought he was imbibing.
heroics in the shadows allowed for him to release the pent up energy, the pent up... something, gnawing at his bones like nidhoggr at the roots of the world tree. whatever it was he refused to name it and instead sated the sensation with blood and bone from those who deserved to have both spilled and broken.
it was a shame that his secret had a life of it's own and seemed to guide him to cross paths with yet another letch following some woman on purpose.
because the woman, in question, happened to be... " my lady, are you oh-oh fuck me with a norn stone."
loki had a foot on the man's back, the midgardian knocked clean out, and his hand had reached out to none other than doctor jane foster. of all the fucking people!
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I got into your fics because of Thor and Loki.. and while I love the world (and you basically sold me on Steve/Nat) I am still very curious about the twins. What made you go the prophecy route?
Oh, man, this was almost three years ago -- with rare exception I use the same background and worldbuilding across stories, so while the prophecy is introduced back in Morning, it's also mentioned in the Yonderverse. It's just that Yonder isn't really a story where that kind of thing features, and Morning's all about destiny/fate/timelines, which is part of the reason it's in there. IIRC, the other reason was pushback against some of the meta/fic I'd seen in the Thor fandom back then, since that was still when I was still reading in the fandom. I wanted to take Loki (and Thor) out of operating in a very human realm, where there were very direct parallels to things that could happen to, like...normal people, and put them back into a mythical realm where stuff like the prophecy was taken very seriously. But it's important that it's also an ambiguous prophecy that could as easily have gone the other way, which I don't think has actually been revealed anywhere, because the prophecy has been most directly dealt with in a chapter of Morning that hasn't been posted yet, but has been written since 2021. So I've had this all figured out since then, I just haven't been able to use that chapter yet. (It is a full-chapter altverse flashback, and it has to follow a present-day chapter.)
Hela is actually the first person to mention it in Morning:
She had known for five centuries before her exile that they were coming, her little brothers. Odin’s sons, battle-born, battle-worn. Prophecy could leave many things to chance – the finer details, mostly – but the broad strokes were always certain. Hela had sat in the hall of the vǫlur and known by the end of the chief seeress’s first stanza that it was the end of her. As soon as Odin knew of the new prophecy, he would have no more use for her, not when Asgard’s wyrd said he would have his matched pair of perfect princes.
She had slaughtered all of the vǫlur for that, hoping that Odin would never hear of the prophecy, but the vǫlur were like the wyrd they spun out – no one, not even the goddess of death, could truly destroy them. Sooner or later a vǫlva would come to Asgard bearing the Norns’ words, though it had been, Hela assumed, after her exile, since she had no memory of the vǫlur’s return. Even one of the Aesir could not stop fate, merely delay it. Fate, like death, was inevitable.
This introduces my take on the volur and the first hint of the prophecy, that it pretty significantly predates Thor's and Loki's births (by fourteen centuries), and that Hela is the only one that knows the entire thing because she killed the volur who spoke about it. It's also mentioned very briefly in Yonder and at one point Yonder went into more detail and I cut that because it's not thematically important in Yonder the way it is in Morning.
“You didn’t know?” Sif said to the Valkyrie. “It’s a very famous story.”
“Yes,” Loki said, “as in ‘story,’ as in ‘fictional,’ as in ‘Odin made it all up.’” He ground his teeth and looked irritated.
“What story?” the Valkyrie said pointedly.
Sif shot a glance at Thor and Loki, then explained, “About Odin’s sons being born at the beginning and end of the Battle of Jotunheim. There’s supposed to be a prophecy – Odin’s sons, battle-born –”
So it features pretty significantly in an unposted chapter of Morning, here are the two most relevant sections. (Farbauti's a volva but was not at Urdarbrunnr when Hela did her slaughter, and isn't aware that it was Hela who did it.)
The giantess didn’t look at him. “Twenty-four centuries ago the vǫlur were slaughtered at Urðarbrunnr. I wasn’t there with my sisters that day, but I know what prophecy it was they sang into being. It did not come to Asgard, I think, for many centuries afterward, nor was the whole of it brought to Valaskjalf for the ears of Odin One-eye.”
Frigga hesitated before she shook her head slightly.
“What prophecy?” Loki said. “What – the prophecy?”
“Odin’s sons, battle-born,” Farbauti quoted softly. “There’s more, but that’s the part you and Odin cared about, isn’t it? That he might have his matched pair of perfect princes. Never mind that you might never hear the rest of it, because the vǫlur that still trusted Asgard brought those stanzas to you in time, but those who would never trust Asgard again brought the rest to me.”
No single vǫlva ever got the whole of a prophecy, Loki knew. Individuals got bits and pieces, but it took many vǫlur to piece together the entirety of one. Since the massacre at Urðarbrunnr he didn’t know if more than a handful had been completed; most of the known prophecies dated from before the slaughter.
“They are my sons,” Frigga said, her voice hard.
“Yes,” Farbauti said, “but they could have been mine. Both of them could have been mine, your blood-son and his twin.”
and then a little later, after they argue for a while and some other stuff is discussed.
Farbauti nodded, then crossed back to the brazier with the kettle and poured herself another cup of spiced wine. As she spooned honey into it, she said, “When the vǫlur see the future, it isn’t set. We see possible futures – certain things that will happen, because they’re part of the pattern laid out in the great tapestry the Norns make of our wyrd, but there are many ways that those threads can be woven. And those threads themselves are always being spun. Yes, our own choices make up our ørlǫg along with our natures, but so do the choices of all those who come before us. What was possible when the vǫlur speak the great patterns of the Norns into being is not always possible a century later, let alone ten. The possibilities narrow as the cloth is worked and the thread of our ørlǫg is spun.”
She set her hip against the table and drank deep from her cup, then quoted softly, “Odin’s sons, battle-born, battle-worn – that’s the version you know, isn’t it?”
Loki nodded shortly. “Everyone says Thor and I were born at the beginning and end of the Battle of Jotunheim.”
“I can’t speak for your brother,” Farbauti said, “though I don’t know that there’s any reason to lie about that –”
“There isn’t,” Frigga said. “Thor was born when the Bifrost brought the last of the einherjar to Jotunheim.”
Farbauti smiled, thin. “Your other son took his first breath as the first of my people died.”
Loki felt the muscle in his jaw jump again, but glanced upwards at his mother anyway. He tried to make his voice light as he said, “So Thor’s still older than me.”
Frigga hesitated for a brief instant, then said, “Sixteen minutes. I scried it to be certain.” She leaned down and pressed her lips briefly to the crown of his head, making Farbauti’s brows knit a little – a somewhat disconcerting effect on her Jotun features.
Loki let his breath out slowly, suddenly dizzy with relief. “So we did come into this world together,” he said. He had been afraid to ask before, to find one more part of his reality crumbling around him; having it back…
“Yes,” Farbauti said. When they both looked up at her, she shrugged. “It’s their wyrd. Odin’s sons, battle-born, battle-worn,” she quoted, the rhythm of the familiar words a little different than an Asgardian would have used. What she said next was entirely unfamiliar. “Or Laufey’s sons, battle-won, bone-born.”
Loki heard the sound he had made only after it passed his lips, a soft grunt like he had punched in the gut. You didn’t have to be a vǫlva to interpret that.
His mother’s grip was so tight on his shoulders that he suspected he would find bruises there later.
Farbauti made a gesture to toss the matter aside. “It’s done. What might be is now only what could have been, and ultimately what never was. That path was closed to all of us at least a century before your birth. Laufey never worked up the courage to challenge Asgard on its own ground, just proxy wars.” She smiled a little, idle. “Or I suppose he might have taken more than Odin’s eye that day, though I doubt it. Regardless –” She shrugged. “It’s done.”
“Yes,” Frigga said softly. “It’s done.”
The Asgardians never knew the other version of the prophecy. That is actually a reference to a What If comic called What If Thor Was Raised by Frost Giants, where Laufey does kill Odin and take Thor to raise him himself.
Part of the reason the prophecy is in Morning is to set up the idea that there are things that are going to happen, though they're conceptualized in different ways depending who says it -- obviously the Asgardians and the Jotuns think of fate very differently than (my version of) the TVA, since Mobius gives a long explanation earlier in Morning. But those things are going to happen aren't always going to happen in the same way or in predictable ways, so the prophecy sets up that Loki and Thor were always going to be raised together as twins, but not necessarily in the context that they were. And again, part of that is just to put the Asgardians and company into a non-human and very mythical context, that they accept is governed by other powers.
All of this is also true for the Yonderverse, it just doesn't come up because it's not really relevant there. There are brief mentions of the prophecy, and then Urdarbrunnr and the volur are mentioned a few times (they'd both feature in the Horizon sequel), but it's just not thematically relevant in the same way it is for Morning. But it's still part of my worldbuilding.
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The Skin We’re In: A Jotunn!Loki/Reader Fairy Tale
You grew up slowly falling in love with your best friend, the God of Mischief, but after the death of your mother drives your father insane, Thor whisks you to a place he knows will be safe until Loki can defeat your father: but you’ll have to render yourself undetectable (i.e. ugly) in order to slip through your father’s fingers.
I got an Anon prompt asking me to rewrite a fairy tale around Loki. They suggested Cinderella, but I’m extra, so I based this on the fairy tale Donkeyskin, a story that goes so dark even Disney won’t touch it. In this AU, Loki was always informed of his true heritage as Little Blue Baby Icicle.
Content Warning: Family death, implied incestuous sexual abuse, physical insecurities, self-harm ideation
Word Count: 7.3k (sorry, it’s long, it may be easier to read on my AO3 HERE)
Once upon a time, in a world far away from the one we know, you fell in love with a handsome prince.
“Loki! Show me! Show me!” you begged from your place sitting on his desk chair, your feet scuffing against the carpet impatiently.
The youthful second son of Odin smiled sheepishly. ‘Sheepish’ wasn’t an attitude your best friend had very often. He was newly grown, as were you. The pair of you had grown up alongside one another, as your father was one of Odin’s advisors. As children you played innocently as Asgardian children did: from the fun days spent chucking spears at one another in jest, to the fun days spent chucking spears at your tutors when they scolded you, to the fun days spent chucking spears at the spear makers, who kept forgetting to change the lock to the door of their workshop.
You got pretty good with spears as time went on.
Now, on the eve of your majority, you and Loki were finally beginning to accept that things were changing between you. Childhood giggles turned into bashful flirts. Practical jokes became stolen kisses. The way you got out of breath after winning a footrace against him became the thumping of your heart after Loki touched your cheek and looked into your eyes.
When you’d first made love, you felt like you could fly. The way you both gave yourselves to one another, exploring each other’s’ bodies deep into the night, letting Loki lose control as he went inside you under a canopy of stars and planets on a cool evening. It was the type of memory that you immediately tattooed onto your heart, and retrieving it always made you feel serene and peaceful.
While the concept of ‘virginity’ held little meaning to an Asgardian, it still meant something to the both of you when you allowed one another to be your first partners. The next morning, Loki declared that not only were you his first sexual experience, but you would be his only partner for life, as he could never imagine sex being better or more meaningful with anyone else, even with Freyja herself.
Once you had your next birthday, Loki could formally ‘come for you’ and ask you to be his bride. You would leave your father’s house and be one of Queen Frigga’s Ladies in Waiting until the wedding. Almost everyone, including Frigga, Odin, and Thor, were expecting the announcement from Loki any day.
“You know how I feel about showing anyone, even you,” Loki sighed to himself, turning away from you and facing the mirror. “I’m not even supposed to tell anyone about it, especially since the last time the Frost Giants attacked our northern border.”
“But Loki,” you whined playfully, hopping off your chair and sauntering over, standing behind your love. “You’re beautiful when you show me. I love you no matter what skin you’ve got, no matter what color. You are still my Loki, my Love, my God.”
Loki looked at your reflection in the mirror. Norns, you were a beauty! Every graceful curve of your body made him shudder with need inside. Your wide eyes were the only ones that could penetrate his thoughts and make him drop his defenses. You were the only being Loki would fall on his knees for. If the future Princess of Asgard thought his Jotunn skin was beautiful and wanted to see it, how could he deny you anything?
Stepping back, Loki let the ice blue hue crawl up his palm, taking over his entire body and turning him into his pure, half-giant form. You gasped in awe and surprise, tracing a finger up his arm admiringly. “If you ever became King, you could look like this all the time and no one could stop you, you know.”
“My brother and father would have to die for me to become King,” Loki said quietly. “I cannot bring myself to lay a hand on the two men who were willing to let me live in their family with my Jotunn blood. So, I will need to find another way of getting my freedom.” He turned to you and took you in his arms. “But once we marry, I can turn into this for you every night in our bed if that is your wish.”
Just hearing him affirm his intentions gave you pleasure within. “I love you. All of you. No matter how you appear, as long as Fate keeps us together, there is no way I could ever find you anything other than beautiful.”
Loki gently cupped your cheek in his hands and leaned in for an intimate kiss, when suddenly a guard burst into the study.
“Oh, what is it??” Loki asked angrily.
“You Highness, it’s Lady Y/N’s mother. She’s died.”
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Your mother, whom you almost impeccably resembled in appearance, had collapsed suddenly and passed away from illness. It was a shock to you and your father. Weeks and months passed, as did the birthday where your engagement was to be formally announced, without anything but tears, sorrow, and suffering for you.
The last time you saw Loki was at the funeral rites, where you weren’t even allowed to be near him, as your father, Friede, forbade you from leaving his side in the receiving lines and death processions. You only saw him briefly as the royals came through to offer condolences. Thor had embraced you. Loki could barely get a word out before Friede forced your attention elsewhere.
The entirety of the funeral, you just wanted to run away with your beloved, and get away forever from the remarks you’d been receiving all day:
“Her soul lives on in you.”
“You are a perfect resemblance.”
“Its as if she created you in her image, Y/N!”
After about a week was the first time your father came to you with a strange look in his eye. He had barely spoken to you, nor had he ever allowed you to leave the house, since your mother’s death. He hadn’t done anything except glare at you for an abnormally long time in your dressing robe before clearing out and leaving you be. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention.
The following day, you found lilies in your doorway. Loki didn’t like lilies, so they weren’t from him. Something about the way the petals felt hot on your skin made you immediately throw them away.
You kept longing for Loki to contact you, but after a month crept by, you began to feel like he would never come for you, even as your father kept you sequestered in your manor, closer to him than you were comfortable.
Then, he began the strange requests. “Sit on my lap, Y/N! Father knows what’s best for you! Let me run my fingers through your hair, you look so much like your mother!”
Months in the dark became hell, alone and afraid of what your deluded father may do next. He’d dismissed your attendants, so no one knew what he was beginning to do. You had no way of escaping, either. Every day you feared that he would finally crawl over the edge and molest you, or even worse. Your natural beauty had suddenly become your biggest detriment. You couldn’t escape your father’s wandering eye no matter where you went in the house. He sealed every door with magic that only he could unlock. Every window had an alarm trigger on it that would immediately shut the gates to your family estate. Worst of all, you feared what Friede would do to you if he caught you trying to leave.
The first night you saw his shadow standing over your bed, you managed to get away by locking yourself in your bathroom until he gave in. You knew then that you needed some serious help. But how? Where could you go? How long could you hold out until you couldn’t fight off your mad father any more?
You felt your life quickly drain away from you as the first few months passed. Each night, you barricaded your door against your father, avoided meals, and sat alone in your room, passing the time with books or painting. You only wanted to go outside, to see friends. To kiss your Loki, then slap him for never coming to rescue you.
You missed his soft, warm lips leaving traces down your neck, the feeling when his front teeth nipped at your skin. You wanted to once again see the blessed vision of Loki leaning over you, looking down into your eyes with thick, heavy lust. Even just for the momentary pleasure of hearing his low, authoritative voice mumble sweet poems in your ear, you would surrender anything.
Six months without Loki, and you felt your heart finally turn to stone. All hope was drained from you. You’d likely die up here in your tower, constantly hoping Friede would wake up one morning cured of his incestuous delusions. You could have cast away your memories in the hopes that forgetting them would free you from at least a bit of emotional burden.
No, you thought in the end. My memories are all I have now. I won’t throw him away, even if he did so to me.
One morning, what you couldn’t possibly conceive of happened.
You heard Friede knocking on your door one morning. Taking a meat knife from last night’s supper plate, you slid it under the sleeve of your tunic ready to draw blood if it meant keeping your father from assaulting you in his maddened state.
Opening the door, you saw Friede down on one knee, holding up your mother’s emerald engagement ring. You’d thought she’d been buried with it.
“My darling—”
You screamed and shut the door in his face almost immediately. After a loud groan from outside, you began hearing pounding fists and desperate hollers.
“Why? Why won’t you consider marrying me?”
“I’m your DAUGHTER, you pig!” you cried back, quick to shove your dresser in front of the door as you’d done every single night.
“You are your mother’s angel! It makes sense. We are supposed to be together forever, and we can be!”
“Leave me alone!”
“What can I do? Can I do anything to make you accept my proposal? I will do anything, my eternal love!”
You felt the total dirt of your parent calling you ‘his eternal love’ creep up through your veins, gelling your blood and making you turn cold. You considered ending your life in that moment for the first time. This was too much for you to bear, and without Loki, what was the point?
Still, you thought a moment before answering. Perhaps there was still a way to pit your wits against him. Maybe you could delay your father’s disgusting intentions.
“There is one thing,” You began softly, trying to ignore the taste of bitterness in your mouth as you answered him.
“ANYTHING!” Friede sounded like a desperate, ravenous wolf.
“Make me a wedding dress out of the threads from Arachne’s web. It must glow brighter than Odin’s crown, and every inch must be covered in red gems found in the heart of an asteroid. I will not consider you until I have it.”
There, that was a damn tall order for him. He had to go to Olympus, steal threads from the Goddess Arachne’s work, then find a magician who could enchant such a pristine glow into the fabric, and finally, find an asteroid somewhere in the cosmos that possessed thousands of red gems in its’ core. There was no way he could ever meet those expectations!
But, as you’d hoped, he left the manor straight away, unfortunately leaving the windows and doors magically sealed so you couldn’t slip out while he was gone. You could, however, freely move about the manor for the first time in a very long while without feeling fear. Your mood only picked up a little bit as you re-explored your childhood home. You were able to read in the study (dusty from lack of use), eat in the dining hall (also dusty and unkempt), and you were even able to look out over the quarter of Asgard your family resided in through the large window in the attic.
You considered attempting to break the seals on the doors, but you were also like you mother in that you possessed very little capacity for magic. Some people just didn’t have it in their blood, and you never felt resentment (at least before now). Nor did you see a way to even signal someone for help.
At least you were certain you had time to figure out a plan. Maybe you could send smoke signals out of the fire place? Except you had no wood to burn. What about hanging a banner out of a window? Damn all, the windows were just as sealed as the doors.
Would you die in here? With Friede gone, there was no one to bring food.
Four days after Friede went off on his quest for your wedding gown, everything changed.
You were called to the window one wild and stormy evening to a familiar yell from below your room in the front courtyard. “LADY Y/N!! MY SISTER?! CAN YOU HERE ME? ARE YOU THERE?? ARE YOU ALIVE??”
It wasn’t your beloved, but it was his brother, Prince Thor, heir apparent to the throne.
“I CAN HEAR AND SEE YOU!” you replied, your heart racing. “BUT MY FATHER’S SEIDR HAD SEALED ME INSIDE! I’M TRAPPED!”
Thor nodded and raised his right arm, Mjolnir poised above his head. In one mighty motion, he hurled it at a bay window on the ground floor. Your heart leapt at the sound of crashing glass and breaking metal. The Hammer of Thor was still undefeated.
Taking off like a shot, you sprinted to meet Thor down in the foyer, where he embraced you so tightly you screeched at him to loosen his grip before he broke you in half.
“How did you find me?” you cried into his shoulder. “And where is Loki? Why hasn’t he come for me?”
“We thought you were dead, my sister,” Thor replied. You pulled away from him and asked why. “Friede told the court that the week of your mother’s passing, you died from heartbreak. Loki was inconsolable. He destroyed his room and disappeared for weeks at a time. It was like watching his soul fly away.”
You immediately felt six months of isolation and depression well up behind your eyes like lava, until the hot tears finally blinked out. “But, you never came to see for yourself, nor ask why there was no funeral for me?”
Thor explained. “He told us he preferred a private interment. We saw how upset he was and granted his wish. But then, he came to us again about four days ago, declaring that you, in fact, were alive, and had agreed to…to marry him? Please tell me THAT isn’t so.”
You shook your head immediately. “Never!”
“He said he had a quest to complete for your hand, but he wanted Odin’s blessing.”
“And did he get it?”
“Of course not!” Thor scoffed. “Odin was almost certain he was being tricked, but Friede wasn’t stopped. He declared that no God or man could stop him from wedding you. He went off to Olympus after that.”
“And does Loki know any of this?” you asked.
Thor nodded. “For years, I’ve known Loki was never able to lift Mjolnir…but if ever there was a time he was worthy, it was in the moments after Friede declared his betrothal. He raged like I’ve never seen a warrior do, and he took off almost instantly to the armory. It’s quite obvious he intends to track down your father. I couldn’t stop him.”
“He’ll be hurt!”
“You already have been,” Thor added. “But he did leave me with one command before he went off into the Nine Realms.”
“And that is?”
Thor took something out of his pocket. It was an amulet, but not a very attractive one. A large token hung on the dull, silver chain: a donkey head. “He had this hexed and gave it to me, saying it will protect you from Friede. Then, he told me to take you somewhere outside of Asgard. Somewhere off-world. Somewhere beyond the Bifrost.”
You bit your lip. “How far?”
“Very,” Thor confirmed. “Friede is one of Odin’s fiercest generals. He can track a falcon on a cloudy day. If he wants to find you anywhere in the Universe, he will. In order to hide you, you will need to not only always wear this pendant, but you will need to stay with a few…friends of mine.”
“What friends?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at Thor’s odd tone.
“I’ve been to Midgard. It was a dare gone wrong, don’t ask. But I met a few people down there who can ensure your safety until Loki can come for you.”
You scoffed. “Midgard? How can they possibly protect me down there? Do they even have magic?”
Thor shrugged. “A different kind of magic. They call themselves researchers. Their names are Jane, Erik, and Darcy.”
You nodded. Even some heathen’s tent on Midgard was preferable than waiting here in the dark until your insane father decided to return. “Give me the amulet,” you commanded, holding out your hand. “I want to leave as fast as possible.”
Thor hesitated a moment. “There is one more thing you need to know about the amulet.”
You rolled your eyes and went to grab it from him, succeeding. You quickly put the necklace on, and instantly you felt a slightly-painful tinge circulate throughout your body. Thor became a bit taller to you, and you felt your shiny hair begin to tangle and grow over your face. Dark green sparks flew up in front of you as your robes grew bigger and bigger until they could barely stay up around your emaciated frame.
Once the magic receded, you looked to Thor, and noticed he looked rather uncomfortable. “What was that?” you asked quietly.
“Well, err…you have a mirror nearby?”
You nodded and walked brisky down the hallway to your left, knowing of the giant mirror in the hall outside the kitchen. You found it and nearly screamed at what stood before you.
You were HIDEOUS. A BEAST, you were disgusting and riddled with pustules, pimples, and rashes across your skin and face. Your nose had almost entirely receded, your eyebrows were thick enough to spin into yarn, your eyes misaligned, one eye electric green and the other ocean blue, your hair unkempt and greyish blue. Your body was so frail it could be blown over with a quiet breeze. Your teeth were so yellow they were nearly brown, several crooked and several more cracked or cavity-laden. You even had little brown hairs sprouting about your chin, ears, and hands.
“What the HELL have you done to me, Thor?!” you yelled. “What does this--?”
You ripped off the pendant, and your ugly exterior instantly fell away, causing you to sigh with relief.
“It’s a disguise. You HAVE to wear it at all times on Midgard. It’s the only way Friede won’t be able to locate you. He would never assume this was you,” Thor explained. “Please? I wish to see my brother’s wedding day.”
“But, but…”
Thor sighed and looked around you. “I guess you could stay here and hope--?”
You didn’t want that. Any more time in this luxurious prison and you would go insane as your father had. You turned to look at your normal self in the mirror, getting one last good at yourself before putting on the amulet again. You imagined Loki walking up behind you in the reflection, his nimble fingers running over your bare shoulders, his nose nestling at your ear affectionately.
“Find me, my love,” you prayed before looking over your shoulder, the specter of your lover dissipating into the air with your movement.
“Thor?” you asked quietly.
Thor had gone over to the front door back in the foyer, using Mjolnir to destroy it, exposing the entryway to the roaring rain and wind outside. “Yes, sister?”
You turned the donkey’s head over three times in your palm. Even touching the damn thing made your skin lose its glow. “Will he be able to find me? Even when I’m wearing this?”
Thor walked back in your direction, meeting you in the foyer. “My friend, you and my brother could find one another from across time and space. The two of you were naming your children before you went off to school. Loki will know who you are in an instant. Now, we need to hurry. I have Heimdall waiting.”
Thor went back to the door, and you took one last breath before donning the loathed amulet, letting the green mist set you back into your horrendous new skin. Then, you took a cloak from the closet nearby and followed Thor out into the turbulent night.
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Fourteen months later…
Tired, hungry, desperate, and more ambitious than ever, Loki maneuvered his small Asgardian craft on the asteroid’s surface, behind a boulder big enough to conceal the ship within its’ shadow. Before getting out and beginning to look for signs of other travelers on the surface, Loki looked down at the parchment Thor had given him before he went off to execute that perverted worm who dared to even consider holding you as a captive bride of incest. The parchment only had a few scribbles on it:
Midgard. Puente Antiguo, New Mexico. Be discreet.
This was where you awaited him, and he knew he was nearly there after so long. He just had to finish slaying this dragon for you first.
Over a year, Loki had been traversing the Nine Realms, looking for anything that could have drawn him closer to Friede. Friede had somehow managed to steal Arachne’s threads with little trouble, and he was gone by the time Loki arrived. Escaping Olympus had been rough, especially when he had been blamed for the missing thread and was made to sneak his way off the world.
Having lost the trail, Loki kept searching. He had no idea where to look for one who could make a dress glow brighter than Odin’s crown, so instead, Loki chose to begin searching for the elusive Ruby Asteroid, the only space rock in the Nine Realms that was known to harbor red gems in its’ core. No matter how quickly or slowly Friede could render the dress aglow, it would still take him time to find the Ruby Asteroid, and Loki was infinitely cleverer than his possible father-in-law. Loki knew if he took a shortcut and headed for the space rock, he could cut his adversary off and end him before a single ruby could fall into his hand.
Even an asteroid feels like a planet to anyone on its’ surface. Loki scoured it for weeks, searching every cavern and crevice, every possible place one could make their way down into the underground. Nothing showed, even as time passed and Loki was forced to set up a camp and find an off-asteroid food supply. Perhaps it would take years for that bloated biscuit to find this place?
Every time Loki was spent and went back to his ship to sleep for a few hours, he found himself staring up through the roof to the black skies above, filled with stars, planets, and galaxies. He had hoped he would be touching the furthest points of the universe with you on your honeymoon. While it was usually difficult to find fitful rest on this freezing rock, Loki always managed to find sleep looking up at the cosmos dangling above, choosing which star you two would explore first.
He always picked the one that looked farthest away.
Every time he thought of you, he began to do something he hadn’t before. He’d started reverting to his Frost Giant skin and allowing himself to live within it for long periods of time. In those long months alone and searching, he’d remembered how you loved his blue skin and red eyes, and whenever you could convince him to do so, begged him to ‘turn blue.’ When he did this, he felt his emotions and longing for you rising, and when he was in Jotunn form was when he felt closest to you.
Even though he’d known since childhood that he was an adopted half-Frost Giant, Odin had always discouraged Loki from showing his heritage off in front of others. While he was grateful the truth was not kept from him entirely, it, of course, made him feel shame as he grew. The only times he could show his true skin were when he was alone, or with you. After this, if he ever found his way to your side again, he made a vow to himself to wear his true skin more. If you could see his true beauty, surely others could as well. He would be fully free.
The more time he spent in solitude, awaiting Friede, the more he spent wearing his natural blue skin, and the more he grew to long for the day he could show his true colors in the light, in front of all of Asgard.
Now, he was using his craft to migrate to another region on the asteroid, looking for anything that indicated disturbance. Every other time he did this, not so much as a shifted pebble was to be seen, and Loki would give up and touch down once again.
However, something felt different this time. Loki felt on edge, especially has something caught his eye from off to the right side of his path:
Another ship, an older Asgardian model a noble or military superior would use for themselves.
“Norns, this is it.”
Loki quietly parked his craft and looked around for wherever Friede could have gone. In the darkness, this was especially difficult, but Loki could use a little magic to increase his vision a bit, which helped. After what felt like days, Loki finally found a crevice just large enough for a body to slip within, and once Loki made his way inside, the boulder was revealed to be hollow, with a large cave making its way lower into the ground towards what appeared to be a red glow.
However, Loki didn’t have time to make it to the source of the glow, because Friede began making his way back up through the passage, holding a large lavender wedding gown that looked like it was made from the lightest material possible. It glowed brightly enough to completely illuminate the passage. It had thousands of red gems already sewn into it, creating trim and a bodice for the dress, lining the collar and hems and creating intricate fleur-de-lys patterns. It was the most magnificent gown any being ever laid eyes on.
I’m almost too late, Loki thought. Standing tall and imposing, Loki blocked Friede’s way, forcing him to stop.
“Who are you?” Friede muttered from behind the piles of tulle and silk.
“How dare you address your Prince so informally?” Loki barked. “You will kneel before royalty, insolent wretch!”
“Prince Loki, your highness! What brings you to this little rock? I was picking up a gift for my bride to be—”
“—you will surrender the dress to me, leave this place at once, and never contact your daughter again,” Loki commanded.
Friede responded with a slow, rolling laugh that gradually got louder and more unhinged. “Oh, my Prince, you don’t understand!”
Loki advanced on Friede with royal authority. “How dare you desecrate your name? How dare you strive for such an abomination? How dare you lay a finger on my beloved? How dare you LIE to me and make me believe that she was dead for six months?? She will be Princess of Asgard, and you are heretofore banished from the Nine Realms until your dying breath.”
“Oh, no, no, no, I won’t leave Asgard without my wife,” Friede mumbled, standing his ground but beginning to nervously ball the dress up in his large hands. “How can you be so against true love?”
Loki growled like a wolf, ready to defend the pack. “Your demented, twisted version of love extracts no sympathy from me. Now, unhand that damned dress or you will be under a death sentence by order of your Prince.”
Friede laughed again. “Spare me the theatrics, you cerulean freak! My daughter doesn’t deserve to be yoked to a disgusting half-breed no matter what kind of royalty he is!”
With those painful words, Friede began spinning the dress around in his hands, forcing the light glow to intensify to the point where Loki was blinded by it. The red light receded after a moment, but only before Loki could realize that Friede had moved past him and made his way to the exit.
As Loki’s sight returned, he could see Friede pause to pick something up off the ground. A slip of paper.
Friede chuckled. “Midgard, huh? Not exactly a small hiding place, but someone with Y/N’s looks won’t be too difficult to find! Thanks for the tip, your highness!”
Loki gave chase, but Friede was too swift. Loki barely made it out of the cavern in time to see his small shuttle take off and fly quickly into the black sky.
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It was way too hot in New Mexico. You absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. At this point, you were pretty sure you were going to melt into the dirt before your beloved could locate you.
Jane and Erik were nice enough (Darcy asked you too many questions about exactly how attractive Asgardian men were), and they were able to spare you a small room in their office, but you rarely left it. You couldn’t take the heat, and you couldn’t take the prying eyes the few times you were coerced by Jane into going to the local diner (where you were now).
Thor only stayed briefly to explain things to Jane before going off to find his brother. He’d promised to check in from time to time, but in the fourteen months since he’d delivered you to your hiding place, he hadn’t shown himself. You knew when Jane asked you to go to a ‘girls’ night’ with her, she was going to ask you about Thor and Asgard. At first, you’d obliged her, but as time wore on, you were beginning to believe that you were standing in the town you would be buried in.
“So, how different is time out there?” Jane asked.
You shrugged. “How am I supposed to know that? It’s my home, it’s just how time works for me. All I know is that here, it feels like a standstill, but that isn’t because of time.”
“I know how that feels,” Jane moaned.
An older woman in a waitress’ uniform came out with two bowls of soup, setting one bowl down in front of each of you. You noticed her avoiding your eyes in a way she hadn’t with Jane.
You had worn the donkey’s head amulet for fourteen months without removing it for so much as a bath, and you were beginning to feel bonded to it in a way that distressed you. The hex was attaching itself to your body now, and soon enough, if you didn’t take it off, you felt as if you were going to be stuck that way for all time. You were well aware of how hideous you were. You had to keep reminding yourself it was all for your safety, and that Loki could come any day.
But what if he never came?
“Excuse you, but that was rude,” Jane said, firmly but calmly. “She’s a person. Treat her like one, please.”
The waitress looked directly at you now and shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry, Miss.”
After she walked away, you leaned over the table and whispered. “You don’t have to defend me, you know. It’s been more than a year. I’ve gotten worse looks from clergy.”
Jane shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I’m sick of seeing it too. People can be terrible.”
“My father is scouring the galaxy to try and force me into marrying him. I assure you, Asgardians are no better.” You looked out the window into the dry, dusty street as a green car drove by, kicking up dirt and making it difficult to see the general store on the other side of the road.
“Y/N,” Jane said, “I can’t imagine how this has been for you. I’m not even waiting for a wedding like you are.”
“More than anything, my biggest fear is what Loki will think if I cannot get this stupid pendant off.”
Jane nodded and started eating her soup. You weren’t hungry. Instead, your gaze fell out the window again, as if he would pop up at any moment.
“If he’s like his brother, he will just be relieved you’re safe and not married to your dad,” answered Jane.
Suddenly, Darcy and Erik bolted in to the diner and made a beeline for your table. Darcy, who couldn’t shut up on a normal day, spilled everything.
“You both need to come with us now. We were working in the lab and then outside some small space craft landed, and some guy in weird robes got out of it with the puffiest, most obnoxious dress I’ve ever seen in my life. Like, who would even wear that? Anyway, someone’s here so we figured we’d get you and—”
“—oh, Norns, it’s Father,” you muttered, ducking under the table. “How did he complete the gown? I made it utterly impossible!”
Jane bent down and tapped your shoulder. “You know what you need to do.”
“I can’t face him,” you said, beginning to cry. “Loki was supposed to find him first. If he hasn’t, then that means Loki must be dead and my father killed him.”
“Maybe his space ship just popped a tire,” Darcy mused.
“You realize this may be the only way he leaves you be,” Erik said. “And he may be the type to hurt people who stand in his way of you.”
“I know,” you sighed. “But he’ll go back to Asgard and tell everyone how I became some hideous mortal and was exiled forever to a desert on Midgard.”
Jane smiled. “You have us now. And there’s still Thor. He can vouch.”
You were silent a moment. Loki was gone. He had to be. You were on the verge of becoming permanently ugly. What more was there to lose? In fact, facing Friede one final time, in a way, would free you, even if it was freeing you from the wonderful life you once knew in favor of a simpler, lonelier one.
“Well, here I go. This is for Loki.”
You crawled out from under the table, and ignored the rude waitress’ scolding for not paying the bill as Jane, Darcy, and Erik followed you out into the street and around the corner.
Sure enough, Friede’s personal ship was parked in the middle of the road, with some mortals running and hiding, and others curiously peeking out at the scene. Friede, for his part, was zig-zagging around, looking in shop windows and crying out for you like a madman with no direction.
“Y/N! Come out come out! I have your wedding gown! I know for a fact you’re here. Please come out and come home with Daddy. If you don’t, I’ll dismantle this entire place board by board until I—”
“—here I am, Father,” you yelled, walking with as much confidence as you could muster.
Friede spent nearly a minute in silence, observing you from the distance of about 50 feet between you. He laughed. “It can’t be. My daughter isn’t a troll.”
The words stung, but only a little. “It is me, Father. I can prove it. My mother was Idunn, and I looked like her. She died over a year ago. You were close with the Allfather since your youth, and Odin’s favorite food were the fruit biscuits Idunn would make for you to take to him, although he’d never admit his weakness for a sweet. You once compared him to a child in an ancient druid’s body.”
Friede’s jaw dropped. “No. Y/N, my girl, what have you done?”
“I am not your daughter,” you said defiantly. “I said I would never marry you. I decided to buy a spell that would permanently change me into this hag,” you indicated your appearance. “I would rather live like this forever in shame than to take part in your abomination of a wedding.”
“But, I made this for you, just as you asked!” Friede hollered, throwing the large gown into the dust at his feet before slowly beginning to advance on you.
“Leave her alone, you bastard.”
Your heart may as well have jumped out of your throat and run off into the horizon by itself. The voice. The beautiful, strong, deep voice of your beloved was calling from behind you.
Instead of turning to embrace Loki, you didn’t even bother looking in his direction as he approached the confrontation, instead running off the street and ducking behind a shelf of books displayed outside the tiny library the town had.
Loki faced Friede, proud, strong, and ready to kill. “I am giving you one final chance. Abandon your disgusting suit and leave Midgard, Asgard, and the Nine Realms. Go live on the Ruby Asteroid for all I care. If you dare to show your face to myself, my betrothed, or any of my allies again, you WILL face the executioner’s axe. Do you understand this?”
Friede looked to the case you were hiding behind, and how you trembled in fear. He looked back to Loki, the powerful Trickster Prince who was known for his superior (as well as unique) fighting style.
“You shouldn’t want Y/N any more anyways,” Loki concluded. “She’s no longer the living spectre of your wife, is she not?”
Friede grunted and looked down at the dress lying before him on the ground. He considered his options for a moment before spitting onto the wedding gown. “Hel take you all,” he muttered. “Especially you, Prince Loki. Enjoy life screwing a hag. You and my disobedient wretch of a child deserve one another.”
You couldn’t quite see what was happening from behind the book case, but after a moment, you heard the sound of a craft take off into the sky and fly away, followed by bootsteps running towards you. You instantly reached for the donkey amulet and ripped it from your neck. However, in the library window’s reflection, you saw something that made your heart sink.
You hadn’t changed at all. You were still a hag.
Loki finally reached the bookcase. You curled up into a ball, concealing as much of yourself by making yourself as small as possible. “Oh, my darling, my beloved,” he whispered softly, reaching out a hand. “You can take the hex off now. You are safe with me again.”
You shook your body and slowly extended your hand, opening your palm and showing him that you were no longer wearing the amulet.
“The hex bound itself to me,” you cried. “I’m a beast now, forever.”
“Oh, no, no, no, Y/N,” Loki insisted. “I don’t care if you look like a dark elf with a skin infection. I love you, and you are beautiful.”
“I am NOT worthy of being your princess, so just go,” you wept.
Loki stifled a laugh. “I just saw you face your father and tell him to fuck off. It was, admittedly, very hot.”
You peeked out from behind your hands. “Really?”
“Please,” Loki implored. “Come into the light with me.”
You looked up and saw for the first time that Loki was wearing his natural Jotunn skin. He was smiling encouragingly down at you, hand still extended.
You gasped. “Loki, you never look like that in public!”
“I’ve learned a bit about myself too along this strange trip,” Loki replied. “I feel freer when I can be my full self. I may never go back, unless, that is, you wish for me too.”
“Dearest, how can you look at me and still—”
Loki had had enough. He took you hand and yanked you to your feet and into the sunny street before you could stop him. He took you into his arms and kissed you so fully that you felt as if he wanted to drink your essence.
“I absolutely want to still be your wife,” you said quietly, burying your face in Loki’s chest. “But I can never face Asgardian society like this. Not ever.”
Loki sighed and looked beyond you to wear the wedding gown still lay in the dust. He got an idea and let go of you momentarily to retrieve it and bring it back to you.
“Maybe this can help,” he suggested.
You shook your head. “The incest dress? How?”
“Well, technically it’s what YOU wanted in a dress. Your maddened former father simply delivered it to you.”
“But how can it help?” you asked.
“Did you not ask for it to me made out of cloth spun from Arachne’s web?” Loki reminded you. You nodded. “Doesn’t her material come with magic-catching ability? It’s why our armor carries some of her threads, to protect warriors from hexes and curses. Like trapping flies in a spider’s web, her cloth does the same for dark magic.”
“Oh Norns, you are right,” you realized. You greedily grabbed the dress and ducked back behind the bookcase to put it on.
It was heavier than you realized, but it fit like a glove and gave you a small, magic burst of confidence. When you cautiously revealed yourself in the dress, the look on Loki’s face made you tremble.
He looked ready to fall at your feet and serve you everything you ever wanted on a silver platter.
“My bride, you look incredible.”
You lifted your arms and slowly began to spin, your wide skirt billowing out, red sparks of magic flying out from the stones embedded in the bodice. You felt that cool sensation you recalled from the night Thor rescued you, when you first removed the amulet and fell back into your Asgardian beauty.
You stopped spinning and looked at Loki, Jane, Erik, and Darcy, who were all now staring at you, making you feel a little vulnerable.
You turned back to the window to observe what had changed, and your heart sank again.
Your body had returned to its’ normal, curvier shape. Your unnatural pallor melted back into your natural skin tone. The bags under your eyes had disappeared, but those eyes were still oddly bright and differently colored. Your nose had returned, but it was still a small nub of what had once been one of your favorite features. Your hair was longer and fuller, but still the dull color you’d gotten used to seeing of late. You had a bright, dark red scar remain on your face, running from your left eye, down the side of your neck.
“It only worked a little!” you cried, frustrated. “I’m still not beautiful!”
Loki ran up behind you and wrapped his arms over your shoulders, nuzzling his nose under your ear.
“But aren’t you the one that said to me that your skin doesn’t define your beauty? You are still my Y/N, my wife, my love, my God. Freyja still could not compare.” Loki spun you around and delicately traced the scar on your face with a loving touch. “And I am taking you back to Asgard to wed you this instant, and to proudly show you off to every noble in the Nine Realms.”
You took Loki’s face into your hands and drew him into another kiss. His blue lips tasted better than the sweetest ambrosia, and in that instant, you knew nothing would ever come between you again.
Jane, Darcy, and Erik watched in awed silence as you and Loki went off into the sunset, hand-in-hand, chasing down your Happily Ever After to the farthest star.
#fairytales#loki laufeyson#loki#mcu loki#MCU#thor#reader insert#loki x reader#loki/reader#donkeyskin#jotun loki#jotun form#frost giant loki#asgard#tom hiddleston loki#ever after#loki and thor#jane foster#avengers#mcu AVENGERS
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Inescapable Past, Present, and Future - Interpreting the Fates and Norns in Birth Chart
The Fates in Greek Mythology
Moira 638
Named after the Moirai, the Fates, in Greek mythology
The 3 Fates (Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos) decided the destinies of every being, including the gods
How long one would live, what trials a person would have to go through in their life to fulfill their destiny
In mythology, the 3 sisters would visit a baby 3 days after it was born to determine its fate
Klotho 97
the beginning...
Named after Clotho, the first of the 3 Fates and the spinner of human life
She determined when a person was born and whether or not a person could be saved
Lachesis 120
...how it's going...
Named after Lachesis, the second of the 3 Fates and the measurer of Clotho's thread
She determined how long a person would live and could choose the person's destiny
Atropos 273
...how it ends
Named after Atropos, the third of the 3 Fates and the cutter of the thread
She determined how someone died and would be the one to end a person's life by cutting his/her life thread
The Norns in Norse Mythology
Urda 167, Erda 894
Past...
Named after Urd, the first Norn associated with the past and the decider of people's fates
The name means "fate" in Old Norse
Werdandi 621
...Present...
Named after Verdandi, the second Norn associated with the present and things that were happening or becoming
The verb "verda" means "to become" or "in the making" in Old Norse
Skuld 1130
...Future
Named after Skuld, the last Norn associated with the future and debt
What could this look like in a birth chart?
I know these asteroids have to do with heavy things like mortality, but you can also see these asteroids as the "life span" of a passion, purpose in life, relationship, whatever it is. Look at aspects, house, sign, and any other asteroids around to figure out what the Fates and Norns are telling you.
Examples in my chart
Golden yod formation with the first Norn
Urda makes a golden yod with Chiron biquintile Midheaven.
Funny since yods are also called the finger of fate. I have yet to write a proper post about yods, but I'll dip my toe here. In my Urda golden yod, MC is the apex. Urda is quintile Chiron. Maybe this has to do with developing knowledge/skills that have to do with my past or destiny or other people's pasts/destinies. Whatever it is will affect my career/how the world sees me. Once again, I have to live through some more life to get a better idea...
Another aspect pointing to my destiny with the first Norn
Erda is conjunct Moon/Juno and trine North Node/Chiron.
Erda aspects my NN, the path we are supposed to take in this life. It also aspects my Chiron like my Urda golden yod mentioned earlier. This one, however, is conjunct my Aquarius Moon and Juno in 6th House. Oh boy...I think I briefly talked about this in another post, but here is another marker that I am supposed to be in a marriage/long-term relationship. Either that or my marriage is to my work (6th), and this my fate?
Endings on my Angles
Atropos in Scorpio 4th House conjunct IC.
Skuld conjunct Sun-Mars-DC conjunction.
Skuld is conjunct my Sun-Mars-DC conjunction. It is a wide orb with the Sun and DC. It is also conjunct Iduna 176 (eternal youth). Hopefully, this means I'll live a long life, or I'll at least look youthful even in old age. It is also conjunct Devience 21419. The results of anything I do will end up deviating from the expected?
OKKKK so Atropos is literally sandwiched between my Moon/AC midpoint and Juno/AC midpoint. Moon-Juno themes happening again here.
It is also interesting that Atropos is conjunct Fantasia 1224 and Skuld is conjunct Morpheus 4197. Both can be associated with dreams and non-reality.
Other Aspects
Lachesis is sextile Mercury/Uranus and trine Pluto.
The Mercury/Uranus/Pluto theme is coming back from Klotho. I am destined to be someone who wants to uncover truths? Astrology isn't my professional career, but I guess I am so into it because, in the end, I want to know just how real it can be.
Moira is sextile Venus.
Moira is also conjunct Polyhymnia 33 (liberal/fine arts, creative spirituality). Fated for a more creative pursuit? In Gemini 10th House too...
Werdandi is biquintile South Node.
Falling back on already "mastered" life lessons and traits and creatively using them? Perhaps my past/past lives are helpful to my present.
Overall something about the past/beginnings (Klotho, Urda, Erda, SN) is very important in my life.
Find your fates and destinies! (but know that you are also not locked into one type of life forever)
#astrology#astrology post#astrology blog#littledigest#natal chart#birth chart#asteroids#past present future#the fates#the norns#greek mythology#norse mythology#urd#erda#verdandi#skuld#werdandi#urda#lachesis#atropos#clotho#klotho#moirai#moira#yod#yod formation#golden yod
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Imagine Loki taking on an orphan as their apprentice, taking the role of surrogate parent as well as teacher to a rambunctious preteen with the capacity for magic.
TW: None
Rating: G
WC: 2580
A/N: Hi, there! Long time no see, I know. Apparently, I’ve been hoarding finished prompts for a bit and haven’t been posting them, so I’m gonna post what I have before writing anything new for now. I have (minus this prompt) nine asks in my inbox, and I think two or three of those have been written and not posted, but once I get through what’s already done, I’ll probably be considering opening requests again, just to get some variety mixed in. As for this fic, I hope it was worth the wait. I played around a lot with how to do this, and this felt the most... chaotic and therefore in character. Enjoy!
“Loki, you can’t just take a kid you found outside.”
“Why not? That’s what Odin did with me.”
“Loki.”
“Damn, Reindeer Games, can’t argue with that logic.”
“Stark, do you really want to talk about shit dads right now?”
“No, there’s not enough alcohol in this kitchen.”
“Alright, alright,” Steve finally cut in, and everyone that had been arguing looked over at him as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Never mind any of that, do we really think it’s safe for a kid to be here at the Compound. I mean… We’re not exactly a daycare center here.”
“Well, the way I see it,” Loki began, glancing over to where you were sitting with a juice box and pretending not to listen to what they were saying. “You lot don’t let me go on missions all that often anyway, and if I can’t do anything like that to prove I’m an asset to the team, then maybe if I take care of the kid, you’ll believe me.”
“Are you… asking us to let you be a parent?” Tony deadpanned, and Natasha elbowed him in the side, despite biting back a small smirk.
“Well, if that’s what you want to call it, sure. Besides, was I supposed to just leave the unsupervised six year old where I found them?”
“I mean, there are people for that,” Steve said with a half-hearted shrug, but Loki only shook their head in response.
“Well, I found the kid first, so they’re mine.”
“Norns, Loki, you can’t just call dibs on a human being.”
“I just did. No taking it back, either. Tough.”
“Have we considered maybe asking the kid… well, anything, before we do anything further?” Bruce suggested, ever the voice of reason.
“What, you think I just picked the kid up without saying anything? Thank you, Bruce, truly wonderful to see how much you trust me.”
Several of the Avengers began to argue at that particular quip, but all of them fell silent as you finally piped up for the first time since Loki had sat you down in front of the tv to be distracted.
“I wanna stay.”
As if on cue, every single person turned to look at you, and you sipped your juice box as if you hadn’t dropped what seemed to be the most controversial thing anyone had said all evening.
“I wanna stay,” you repeated, politely sitting your juice box down. You got out of the armchair and made your way over to where all of the adults were standing, clasping your hands together in front of you.
If living on the streets at a young age had taught you anything, it was how to be cute, how to tug at heartstrings, and how to get what you wanted. By whatever means necessary.
“I don’t really have anyone,” you admitted, shrugging a shoulder. “My parents died when I was younger, so… You know. No guardians. And, uh… I’m not six, I’m ten.”
“Close enough,” Tony argued, and was quickly silenced by Natasha’s elbow in his ribs yet again.
“And I’ve been on the streets long enough to know that it’s not safe for anyone. Let alone a kid,” you continued. “So no offense to anyone in this room, but… I wanna stay here. I think it’s nice. And if Mr. Loki wants to take care of me, then that’s okay with me.”
“Ah, see? I even have the kid’s blessing. I… What was your name again?”
“Y/N. I’m Y/N.”
“Y/N.” Loki seemed to soften as they considered you, and when they smiled warmly, you couldn’t help but to return the gesture. You hadn’t felt this comfortable around anyone in quite some time. “Well, Y/N, I’ve never really… taken care of a kid before, but, ah… There’s a first time for everything, and… Well, I’m sure this will end up more of a joint effort than anything, but if you need anything at all, and I mean anything, you come to me, alright?”
You nodded, and then looked around at each of the other Avengers standing in a semi-circle in front of you. “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. And… And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll just go back out. You know, on the streets. I know my way around.”
“No, that won’t be necessary. And if anyone in this room has any objections to this arrangement, well…” Loki looked around at the others, with an expression you couldn’t quite make out, before continuing in a lighthearted tone. “I suppose I’ll just have to kill them.”
“Yeah, so not helping your case, Reindeer Games.”
“Brother, you wouldn’t.”
“Oh, they probably would.”
While all the others began talking over each other in various states of both belief and disbelief, you could only laugh, because it seemed such a silly idea, for someone to be killed because of you. And before you could even really think any more on the matter, Loki had crossed over to where you were and held out a hand.
“Come. Let’s find you a room.”
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Settling in at the Compound came rather quickly. Well, the beginnings of settling came rather quickly. Loki helped you pick out a room, close to theirs so they could keep an eye on you, but with the promise of privacy whenever you wanted or needed it, and the other Avengers were all very welcoming, each in their own way.
But it was the better part of a year before you began to feel like you truly belonged there.
Fitting in came easily, all things considered. All things, of course, being the fact that you were a ten year old kid in the midst of the stuff of legends and superheroes, but none of them ever treated you like a baby, and what Loki had suspicioned would be the case came to fruition just as they imagined; everyone ended up co-parenting you to varying degrees, and while it was nice to have so many people look over you, you were just glad to finally feel like you were a part of a family again.
Your friendship with Loki, however… Well, they were simultaneously the most and least parent-like figure you’d ever had in your life. They were the one you went to when you had questions or needed help understanding words or phrases you hadn’t heard yet, and they checked in on you at night to make sure that you were comfortable and feeling alright. They were even the one to soothe you when you woke up in the night with bad dreams or worries that you couldn’t seem to set aside long enough to fall asleep.
But on the other hand, they taught you everything they knew. And everything they knew included a plethora of ways to make mischief and cause trouble without ever being caught. A skill that was just as fun as it was dangerous, you’d come to find out. Loki had an affinity for pranks that endangered but didn’t injure, and the other Avengers tended to be on the receiving end of said pranks. Which, of course, meant that getting caught could get the both of you in very serious trouble.
But Loki seemed to have a way of talking their way out of things, and that was a skill you had grown familiar with in your time on the streets, and with Loki’s help, you honed it into something they insisted was “truly masterful.”
You didn’t, however, always get away scot-free. While Loki had had dozens upon dozens of years to practice pranking and trickery, you were still learning. And that meant sometimes you got caught.
Which is exactly why you’d been sent to your room by Steve, who had simply not appreciated you turning everything in the cupboards upside down. A harmless prank, in your opinion, but Steve had thought otherwise, and rather than yell at you or talk down at you for it, like you might have expected from one of the others if you’d caught them in a bad mood, his way of punishment was much more tame. More suited for a pre-teen whose bane of existence was being sent to their room.
It was infuriating, in a way that something like that could only infuriate someone your age, and you were more than a little grumpy about the circumstances as you slouched on your bed, glaring a hole into the ceiling as you propped your legs up against the wall.
You didn’t realize Loki had come in until you felt the bed shift under their weight.
“Rogers told me what happened.” Their tone was even, and you couldn’t tell if they were about to congratulate you on an almost-perfectly executed prank, or advise you on how to better get away with it.
You shrugged a shoulder, and said nothing.
Loki seemed to consider this for a moment, and you could feel their gaze lingering on you.
“Do you want to tell me why you pranked him?”
You breathed out a sharp laugh. “You prank people all the time for no reason.”
“You’re right, I do. I was just wondering if you had one.”
“Does it matter if I did?” You couldn’t stop your tone from becoming defense, and you weren’t entirely sure why. Loki wasn’t saying anything that was upsetting you, exactly, but lately you’d been having a bunch of weird feelings. Like something was a little bit off with you and you weren’t sure how to handle it so your default setting had become to act standoffish and huffy. Normal for your age, you’d heard the others discussing the other night when you’d snuck out of your room after bed to listen in on them, but that didn’t make you feel any better. If anything, you felt like something was coming to a head, but you didn’t know what.
And that made you scared.
“Y/N, I just want to know what’s going on with you. I’ve noticed you’re starting to become a little more… closed off. Distant. Not like yourself.”
You rolled your eyes despite yourself. “And how do you know when I am or am not myself?”
“Well, I’ve spent the last year raising you, so-”
“Everyone in the Compound has spent the last year raising me.”
“Well, yes, but not to the degree I have. It isn’t the same.”
“What does it matter?”
“…I beg your pardon?” Loki’s hesitant response made you realize they were taken aback by your snippy response, and for some reason, that made you both angry and upset.
“What does it matter if you raised me more than they did? I still don’t…”
You didn’t finish the sentence. You didn’t need to.
You heard Loki exhale a long, slow breath before speaking. “What is all of this really about, Y/N?”
“…I don’t know. Everything feels all… weird and difficult.” You glanced at them for only a second, and then returned your gaze to the ceiling. “Have you ever felt like… no matter what you do, nothing is… right? Good enough, correct, whatever.”
“I have. Probably more than anyone else in this Compound has.” Loki’s tone was still even, but you could hear the heavy edge to their voice that assured you they were telling the truth. “Is that why you’re… acting out?”
It was an innocent enough phrase, and really it was exactly what you were doing. But for some reason, Loki using the term felt like betrayal in a way that you just didn’t have the skills to explain, and so you bristled.
“Ugh, why does everyone have to say that? I’m not a kid that doesn’t know how to act.” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, that familiar feeling of tension and anger and heat swelling into a ball in your chest.
“No one’s saying that you are, Y/N, I just worry that you’re-”
“That I’m what? Too much to handle? A brat? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been called literally anything like that, or worse.” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, but you were tired and angry and hurt and confused and so many other emotions at once and you didn’t know what to do with the way it felt sitting in your chest like it was.
“Y/N…” Loki’s voice had taken on a warning quality, but all it did was upset you even more.
“No. No. I’m allowed to be upset. I’m allowed to be upset a-and… and hurt and have emotions and feelings. I’m allowed to be mad!” You accentuated the word by slamming your hands down on either side of you.
What you didn’t expect, however, was for a burst of energy to expel from you, sending a ripple through the room that knocked books over and blew papers around the room as the overhead lights flickered before strengthening back to their normal power.
You froze. Unable to process what had just happened, but already worrying about what Loki was going to say to you.
When the silence became too much to bear, you turned your head just enough so that you could look back at Loki, and you were surprised to see them looking at you with an expression of complete understanding.
“You didn’t tell me you had powers.”
Well, that wasn’t the response you had been expecting at all.
Though now that Loki mentioned it, you supposed that would have been the obvious explanation for whatever you had just made happen.
“…I didn’t know…” you finally murmured when you could manage to get yourself to talk.
“No, I suspect you wouldn’t have. If magic isn’t learned, it can remain dormant until the right amount of emotions sort of… sets it free.”
You considered that, pushing yourself to sit up and scooting yourself around so that you were facing Loki. “Is that.. why I’ve been feeling so… weird inside?”
Loki made a face. “Weird how?”
You shrugged a shoulder. “Iunno. Just… weird. I’ve had lots of emotions lately, and they’ve all kind of felt like they’ve been building and building and building, and now that I just did… whatever I just did, it doesn’t feel so…”
“Hard?”
You nodded slowly as you met their gaze. “Yeah.”
Loki nodded along with you, and was silent for a moment while they looked at you until they eventually cleared their throat. “Well. I suppose next is the matter of your training. And letting the others know, of course, that way there’s not any accidents are anything of the like.”
“Training?”
Loki looked at you, with a smile that you couldn’t help but to return. “Of course training. You didn’t think I was going to make you figure everything out on your own, did you?”
You relaxed, and let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in. Before you could stop yourself, you had launched yourself into Loki’s arms, hugging them so tightly that you could feel them stiffen for a moment before returning the gesture.
“…I’m really glad I have you to help me. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. You’re more of a parent than I’ve ever had in as long as I can remember. And I’m sorry for being mean.”
Loki chuckled softly, patting your back gently. “It’s no matter. You wouldn’t be my kid if you weren’t just as moody as I am, yes?”
All you could do was laugh, grateful to have a place where maybe, just maybe, you did belong, after all.
#Loki imagine#platonic Loki imagine#Loki#Loki Laufeyson#Loki Odinson#platonic!Loki x reader#anonymous#ask#answered#thank you for the ask#parental figure!Loki#fluff#Tiny bit of angst#shenanigans#young!reader
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To celebrate being almost done with Valhalla, I would like to offer this: events of Valhalla are a deviation from future Juno/Minerva/Tinia saw. Desmond, while burning, saw an opportunity and, wanting to live, reaches back and does some tweaks of his own. The whole Loki surviving thing? His doing. Basim is aware of who gave him a chance to do what he did. Future ark for Basim ends up in Desmond being resurrected
Additional ask from @fanworldbuildingfun:
(just a small clarification for previous ask: basically, Loki is indebted to Desmond for his survival; pays back by setting in motion Desmond's return. Potential way to do it? Remove the "new hook" of the reality (also known as 'main character'. Let the guy be selfish, he deserves it)
It is possible that Basim knew about Desmond (or, to be more exact, the Reader) since there was a way to reach the Reader using Yggdrassil (most probably because the Norns read the Calculations just like the Reader).
So, in this scenario, Desmond doesn’t have to tweak anything if you want to stay close to canon. We have no idea if Basim even knows where his children are at the moment, but the Reader, with the Calculations in hand, can give him all the information he needed, for example: the correct set of events that must happen for Basim to be reunited with his children.
And, considering Basim is a Sage who has completely assimilated with an Isu’s memories, Desmond wouldn’t trust him completely, especially after the whole Juno debacle. Even if Basim himself can be trusted as a fellow Hidden One/Assassin, Loki cannot.
Desmond would not risk it.
So they make a deal.
Desmond will ensure Basim’s revival and give him the exact events that must play out for him to be revived and reunited with Midgarsormen.
But his other two children?
Desmond will only share that information if Basim does as he asked.
In exchange for Hel’s location, Basim must ensure certain events play out as they should and it will end with Layla’s revival.
Then, in exchange for Fenrir’s location, Layla will give him all the information he needs to ensure another set of certain events will play out and it will end with Desmond’s revival.
Basim knows he’s being used but this is the best course of action he could take and maybe he is even a bit fond of Desmond’s audacity to actually do this kind of shit to him.
(Removing the ‘new hook’ could be one of those events as well and, of course, finally keeping the world safe from whatever Isu or sun-related world-ending event that the Reader was trying to find a way out of from the very beginning)
You know what would be funny?
Instead of the plot twist being Desmond and Layla were actually the ‘reincarnation’/’Sage’ of Fenrir and Hel, they’re the reincarnation of Narfi and Váli (the children Loki had with Sigyn who was supposed to be Loki's loyal wife but their relationship is tainted by modern media into a more abusive/toxic kind of relationship which sucks)
OR
Desmond and Layla could be the reincarnation/Sages of Sigyn and Váli themselves with this entire thing being Desmond’s way to avenge Loki’s actions even though his memories of Sigyn loves Loki too much that she forgives him and understands. Well, Desmond understands it alright but that doesn’t mean he’ll forgive Loki/Basim like his past Isu-self, especially since Loki’s relationship with Angrboda/Aletheia is the trigger that destroyed their family in the first place.
The main idea is that Desmond is making Basim/Loki work his ass off to reunite with his ‘preferred’ children as a way to punish Basim/Loki for focusing so much on his children with his mistress (which is what Aletheia is in AC canon) and forgetting about, you know, HIS OTHER CHILDREN (including Sleipnir)? And Basim doesn’t realize that Desmond is the reincarnation of Sigyn/Narfi because of he didn't think the reincarnation could be of a different gender (which is canon thanks to Eivor) and because he only knew Narfi as a child. Basim feels Layla is familiar but doesn’t know why and Váli died as a child as well.
(Additional info: the only thing we have on Isu Sigyn is that Aletheia/Angrboda tells Loki that if Sigyn learns about Fenrir, their other children will be in danger too which sets Sigyn up as a more malevolent character... which isn't really much of a stretch considering all Isus are dick but it's like that frustrating misrepresentation of Persephone and Hades' relationship in AC Odyssey all over again and aaaaaahhhhhhhh)
#yeah i’m still on the ‘let’s make basim suffer’ train#i regret nothing#ngl i’ve shipped loki and sigyn since i was young thanks to matantei loki#i’m just soooo annoyed by the lack of sigyn in modern media#and if she’s even there her relationship with loki is considered toxic#angrboda gets so much 'love' because her children are cool#anyway have some tags#assassin's creed#desmond miles#layla hassan#basim ibn ishaq#loki assassin's creed#sigyn assassin's creed
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Go Home With Him (Loki One Shot)
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A/N: Keep in mind this was the first Loki one shot I ever wrote and released, six months ago on Quotev. So please excuse the poor writing, I promise the idea will be worth it.
Drinks with the other avengers weren't Loki's idea of fun. He could barely tolerate some of them normally, but drinking sounded like the worst idea. The only avengers he truly got around with were Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Bucky, Banner, and Rogers at times. He didn't dislike the Parker kid, but he wasn't the problem it was mainly Stark, Romanoff, and sometimes Barton. Stark had been a pain in Loki's behind ever since New York had it not been for Thor Loki was sure that Stark would ensure that he remain trapped in his room except for missions. Much like he had tried to do with Maximoff when she first came. So while Loki would rather skip drinks he was going all because of Emilie Harrison. She was the fire to his ice, his other half even if she insisted on fighting him, she was still there especially when Loki had first arrived at the compound. She was the one who had seen him for his attack on New York as she seemed to take an interest in psychology. Loki was her favorite subject as she would ask questions about what it was like on Asgard and what they thought. Loki was his usual grumpy self through and was bickering with her. Yet for all of he had fallen for the stubborn girl who had made a place in his heart despite Loki's very disinterest in the idea of drinking. As of now all of the avengers were in a bar that Tony had rented out in case things got chaotic as often did with them. This is where everything began.....
Loki mostly chooses to be near Thor not because Thor was his favorite company. Thor could get on his nerves despite how much Loki loved the oaf. He was better than the current options: Stark, Barton, and Roger. Wanda and Emilie were sitting together sharing shacks the sound of Emilie's laughter was one he could hear even from where he was. Hearing the laugh and the way that Loki's heart was doing flips he knew he was doomed. Norns I am screwed for a Midgardian of all people he thought. As he let out a cruel chuckle at the irony of this. Thor had already cracked open some of the Asgardian ale he brought along given the Midgardian drinks didn't fill them as much. Once Loki let out a cruel laugh Thor nudged his brother Loki wearing a smile on his face. "Brother care to tell me why you have that look on your face."
"You must be mistaken brother."
"Brother I may not be as smart as you, but I do know what love looks like."
"Love and me you are mistaken brother."
"I don't think I am brother. I think you are interested in her, so you have two choices you can continue to try and hide this from me or you could admit it."
"Why would I do that?"
"Well, that leads us to our second set of choices brother. You can either tell her or I can tell her."
"You wouldn't brother."
"But I would because finically brother if I can see pinning others will surely notice it. So would you rather it be me to notice of the man of iron?"
"You I suppose, but it's not much better."
"Well brother what could be the worst that could happen?"
"Brother surely you aren't that dumb. Do you not forget I am half frost giant, I am the very monster parents tell their children at night, and I tried to destroy your previous Midgard for a throne."
"I know brother, but let us not forget you had things going on and you do know that despite your fights with Lady Emilie she was the one who noticed your change in eyes something that not even I noticed brother. I am the only few who can see through your illusions."
"Brother, do you not forget how you always fall for my double appearance?"
"Yes, but other than that I can see through you brother. Besides you could always blame it on the ale." At this Thor picked up a bottle and held it up. Knowing if Loki had a chance to back out he would take it. Despite all of the front that Loki put up he was still like any other man who could be nervous around their crush.
"Fine if you stop pestering me, brother. I swear if she rejects me you will own me and you know what happens when you own me. I also get to erase her memories and I will expect no protests."
"Fine brother, but I think you might be surprised by her feeling."
"Whatever you say brother now hand me that ale. I need a little drink for this."
Thor got a spare glass and poured a small glass as Loki took it and drank from it. He took a step toward Emilie, who was now alone as Wanda was elsewhere. His heart pounding so hard as he did. He even went so far as to conjure her favorite flowers. As Loki was trying to think of something to say anything, he just said the first thing on his mind when nothing came. "Come home with me."
"Loki seriously," Emilie said with a small chuckle.
"Not Loki."
"If you aren't Loki then who are you?"
"The man who is going to marry you."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
At that Emilie got a serious look on her face. "Seriously Loki, I am not in the mood for jokes. Besides, I have met far too many men like you. People who say sweet words, but can't uphold them."
"What if I could darling?"
"Loki I know you and I know that you aren't serious. So enough with the jokes, because it isn't funny."
"And if it isn't a joke what would you say?"
At that Emilie's face changed once more to one full of hurt. Something that Loki had no desire to see on her face. Something that he had never wanted to see on her face especially put on his face. "Come on Loki we both know how this is. You somehow found out my feelings for you and some reason despite my protection of you. Still, you seek to torment me."
"Darling what would make you think that I would do that to you of all people?"
“Perhaps because no matter how much time passes. You still manage to surprise me."
"Well, darling maybe I can show you that I am different when it comes to you."
"Oh, how would you do that oh great, Loki burdened with glorious purpose?"
"I regret mind-controlling Barton."
"It's too late now isn't it sweetie?"
At this Loki's face went red he couldn't remember the last time he had been called anything sweet. "Perhaps it is so what do you say would you be up for marrying me?"
"No."
At this Loki, face fell in fear of rejection. "I suppose I will take my leave you can forget this ever happened." At this Emilie grabbed his hand stopping him from doing so.
"While I might have said no that doesn’t mean that it will never happen.”
“If not never then what do you mean?”
” It means why don't we try some dates before we decide on marriage? You may decide that don't want to marry me."
"I highly doubt that darling I am far too gone on you now. If anything you may lose interest after all I am the monster parents tell their children at night," Loki added with a cruel laugh at the end. As Emilie got a look of concern on her face, yet in it hid something that Loki almost could see as love.
"You aren't a monster Loki, that was just the thing that was controlling you honestly if anyone is really to blame it is your adopted father gaslighting."
"Seriously you accuse the allfather of gaslighting? Isn’t that a mortal term?”
“Yes, it is, and rightfully so.”
Upon hearing this Loki let out a light chuckle. “Darling, I don't think anyone has said that."
"Well, then I suppose I am the first.”
“And that is a good thing?”
“Yes because your adoptive father gaslighted you rather than see how great you are despite his shitty parenting."
"How great can I be if I am merely the god of mischief?"
"Loki you were on Captain's side when it came to Bucky. You helped Wanda settle in and even defended her when you didn't have to. While you do choose to be grumpy and closed, you are still there for those you care for including your brother.”
“Am I?”
“Yes especially with Thor despite you constantly trying to stab him.”
“Well then keep going what else might you see in me,” Loki asked taking great joy in hearing such praise from a woman such as her.
“Fine but you better not get a big head about this.”
“Me never you wound me.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Now continue,” Loki prompted.
”As I was saying, you are smart, well-read, and always find something to say. Not to mention once they get close enough you accept others for who they are and if I must say you aren't horrible to look at."
"I don't know if I should be offended or not by that comment darling, but I suppose I will take it."
"Good and besides if there is anyone who should be worried it should be me.”
”And why is that?”
“Because I can't seem to hold someone down for more than six months,” she said in a teasing voice Loki could hear the slightest bit of hurt behind it.
So upon hearing this, Loki took Emilie's hand into his and put his lips to it. "That's their fault darling because you are mind-blowing to me. You accept everyone for who they are. You never just see one side I mean it's not just me but Bucky, Maximoff, Barton, and others. Sure you are stubborn but I love how you always have something to say and that you aren't afraid to speak up when needed. You are so intelligent, always having something to say, forever surprising me, not to mention you aren't bad-looking, darling."
"Is that so?"
"It is so what do you say marry me?"
At this Emilie let out an eye roll that had love in it despite eye roll. "As I said before mischief dates before marriage."
"Fine, I suppose I can take it. So how about we get out of here and have one right now?"
"Right now?"
"Yes darling or did you mishear me?"
"But what about the others?"
"I am sure Stark will handle it."
"I suppose but still...."
At this Loki unleashed his secret weapon his puppy dog eyes. "Don't make me beg darling?"
A smile slowly crossed Emilie's face seeing this. "Maybe I should make you beg, people would love to see it for a change."
"You are like me aren't you darling?"
"Perhaps you have corrupted me." Emilie's voice was full of teasing and love.
"Who is to say? So what do you say?"
"I suppose I can, but break my heart and you will pay."
"I don't doubt it, darling. So how about we get out here," he said as he offered a hand to her Emilie took it. The moment she did she could hear a loud cry from someone.
"I win you own me man of iron."
"Same for me Stark," a female voice said. As Loki and Emilie looked to see that Wanda and Thor were wearing cheeky grins, the others groaned before handing over some money.
"You bet on us," Loki and Emilie said in unison.
"Yes, we were all tired of your pinning, so we figured that someone would need to do something," Tony said.
"Say that again Stark and what you may call your iron balls might just vanish. How would your partner like that."
"Not my iron balls," Tony cried as he cupped over his pants. As Loki let out a mischievous laugh Loki may go far, but not even he would take it that far, but it was nice to know he had something on Stark. it could prove useful in the future.
"We will deal with you all later right now my love and I have a date to get to," Loki said as he took Emilie out of the place as the cheers of the members filled as they left. Once they left Emilie leaned her head into Loki's shoulder.
"You thinking what I am thinking?"
"Who knows love your mind always surprises me."
"I think we should get some money since they choose to bet on us. What do you say?"
"Sounds good to me, but enough about them why don't we enjoy our date?"
"Alright, where shall we go the first mischief I don't know what is open this late."
"Whose to say, but it doesn't matter as long as you come home with me."
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relinquish the crown outtake: midgardian amusements
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Placement: Before the main story, quite some time after "no formalities needed"
Summary: Your friends – Queen Frigga's ladies in waiting – introduce you a peculiar "Midgardian prediction device" called…Tick Tock?
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings (trust me you need these): themes of incest (he's adopted but still), mentions of blood & wounds [if i missed any let me know and i'll update immediately]
Not warnings but still be aware: Reader is oblivious AF, like painfully oblivious
When you walked into one of the smaller ballrooms to rehearse for the upcoming music festival to celebrate the Spring Equinox, you came across your grandmother's ladies in waiting all gathered around what seemed to be one of those rectangular Midgardian devices called "smart phones".
"Try this one and ask it who would save you if you were abducted by enemies of the realm," the sun-haired one, Halley, spoke up and touched the screen as it was pointed at Narda, another lady in waiting with reddish-blonde hair. After a few seconds they giggled. "Fandral! How apt."
"What're you all up to?" you addressed them. "Hopefully no good, so that I may volunteer my aid."
When they looked up at you from their position on the stage, they hopped off and rushed over to you. "Y/N, how we've missed you so! We haven't seen much of you since you decided to commence training under the Warriors Three and your mother. Come. We have been finding entertainment in this peculiar prediction device the humans on Midgard have called…err…Tick Tock?"
You eyed Narda with confusion. "Tick Tock? Like the sound that clocks make?" They nodded at you. "I suppose that's apt. Clocks telling time, prediction device named after the sound of the device that tells time. Perhaps we underestimate the cleverness of these mortals sometimes, my dear friends." You motioned to the stage for them to sit. "Come. Show me what had you all giggling over Fandral. Again."
They all giggled again as a fire-haired girl, Astrid, began to explain. "It is this thing they call a 'filter'. You show it your visage and present a question. The face that it lands on will be the answer to your question."
"Amusing," you commented. "So who are the faces it will choose among?"
Halley spoke up. "Your grandparents, your parents, the Warriors Three, and a sinfully attractive mystery figure that we cannot identify quite yet. Come, Princess. Let us ask a question for you." You took the device and pointed it toward your face. "Now you press the white circle at the bottom of the image and ask it who is most likely to rescue you if you were abducted by enemies of the realm."
"Alright." You did as you were told and asked the image, "Who would rescue me if I were abducted by enemies of the realm?"
Once the faces stopped spinning, the ladies giggled again. "Oh you got the mystery man, how exciting!" Narda exclaimed. Then she noted the fond smile on your face. "You know who he is, don't you, Y/N?"
"Perhaps," you answered, looking upon the face the device answered you with. "You may chance upon him since he is walking along the palace halls today." You looked upon their disappointed faces and sighed. "If we chance upon him this fine day I will introduce you to him myself. Agreed?"
"Oh Y/N, you spoil us. Always bringing us to the presence of the most deliciously attractive males this realm has to offer. How does it feel to be the Norns' favorite?" Astrid teased.
You bit back your usual retort that these 'deliciously attractive males' they constantly lusted after were members of your family, men that had raised you and watched you become the grown woman you were today. Well, all with the exception of Loki, of course, their "sinfully attractive mystery figure".
"Alright, show me what other predictions this device can make," you said in an attempt to steer the subject away.
"Ohh! You'll enjoy this one. You point it to your face and it will project upon your eyes the first letter of the name of your heart's mate." Halley touched the screen a few more times and then handed you the device.
You looked upon the image as letters flashed into your reflection's eyes and furrowed your brows in confusion as it stopped on the letter L. "There must be a mistake," you declared to your friends.
"Why is that, Your Highness?" Astrid retorted. "Did it show you the initials of either of your parents?" she joked.
"No. It showed me the letter L. But the only L I know is Loki."
"The dark prince?" Halley queried. "Interesting. I've heard he's quite beautiful."
"He's also my father's brother, for fuck's sake," you laughed.
Astrid giggled at your jibe about the god of mischief being your father's brother, which made it an impossibility in your mind that the man would ever be your heart's mate. You hadn't yet been taught about the history of your family, how they used to marry within the bloodline to keep your lineage pure. Meanwhile she and the rest of the men and women in her year had already been informed.
You were blissfully unaware of the possibility that perhaps the prediction device had been right.
"I heard my name?" a voice from the door echoed throughout the ballroom. Everyone turned their heads and all, save for you, gasped at the sight of their mystery figure from the filter at the door, in the flesh. Looking even more sinfully attractive than the image on the device.
Norns, the things I would let him do to me, Astrid thought to herself. But then her fantasies felt like it had been drowned in ice water as she saw where his gaze was fixed upon: You.
She watched as a fond smile grew on your face and you stepped off the stage and stepped into his open arms. He held you in such a loving embrace, she was convinced that you'd taken a lover in recent days and simply conveniently forgot to relay to them the good news. Then again, if I had him in my bed, I would barely even be able to exit my chambers.
Halley spoke up first. "Y/N, I believe you promised us an introduction," she said in a teasing tone.
You pulled away from the impossibly handsome man and turned to face them, the two of you still keeping your arm wrapped around each other's waists. "Forgive me, my friends." You turned your gaze up to him, motioning toward the three ladies. "Loki, these are my friends, grandmother's ladies in waiting. Halley, Astrid, and Narda. Ladies…" You turned to face them now. "This is Prince Loki of Asgard."
Astrid's blood ran cold. She didn't expect for the answer to their "mystery figure" question to be the dark prince. Neither your fond smile nor the embrace you two shared indicated you two were family. And the look of longing that he gave you once you turned away your gaze from him, as if he craved your touch, your kiss, painted a lurid picture. One more consistent with the old traditions of your bloodline, the traditions built under the guise of purity, but the true nature of it being the lecherous vice of incest.
The three ladies giggled at your introduction, and you shook your head slightly at them, turning your gaze to the prince once more. "They were showing me this peculiar Midgardian amusement, a prediction device called…Tick Tock?"
"Like the sound of a clock?"
Your face lit up with a bright smile that he mirrored, as if by instinct. "Exactly!" You scrunched your nose at him and Astrid widened her eyes as she saw him move so subtly as if to kiss it, lips twitching. "Anyway, they showed me this one where it spun a carousel of faces, you ask a question, and it shows you the face of the one most likely to be the answer to your question."
"Seems like an amusing pastime, darling. Whose faces?"
"Mother, Father, Grandmother, Grandfather, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun, and you." How could you not notice the glaringly evident look of longing in his eyes? Did you mistake it for fondness? Were you assuming that the looks you gave each other were equal in familial love? Or were you simply blind to even the most remote possibility that the god's gaze was tinged with lust?
"And what question, pray tell, did you present to this predictor?"
"I asked who was most likely to rescue me if I were abducted by enemies of the realm."
"Ah. I assume the answer to that would be either Thor or Sif?"
"Actually no. The answer it gave me was…you."
The smile on his face grew as you looked at him with an innocent gleam in your eyes as you gave him the answer, your body leaning in to his as he splayed out his hand on your side and subtly tightened his hold on you. "I would rain hellfire on everyone who stands in my way until I find you and bring you home, Princess."
Astrid watched as wonder entered your eyes, looking so unbelievably comforted and almost…soft as you gazed into his eyes. "Well then it's comforting to know that in case I cannot extract myself from my abductors that my life will be in such capable hands."
"Though at our going rate, dear Y/N, I suspect it will be you who saves me one day." You scrunch your nose at him again. "Now, what would the other predictor be that had you so confused and flinging profanities?"
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you recalled the "heart's mate" filter. "Ah yes, that one. I'm convinced it's broken," you remark dismissively.
"Now you pique my curiosity, darling. Tell me. How did the predictor work?"
You make a motion to step out of his hold and he immediately releases you, his eyes lighting up when you grab hold of his hand and drag him towards your friends on the stage and instruct him to sit on the edge. Astrid handed you the device and watched as you took a seat on the stage, situating yourself so close to him you truly could be confused as lovers.
You pointed the device to show your faces and pressed the button to start the filter. "You see the letters reflected in your eyes?" He nods, his gaze fixed on you rather than the image. "No, you have to look at the device, Loki," you chuckled, and so he did. Astrid hovered close by to see the letters that reflected in your eyes. Yours still showed the letter L. As for the god next to you? His eyes reflected the first letter of your name.
Seems the predictor was correct after all.
She saw a look of pure relief flood across Loki's face while you weren't looking, walking toward your friends again with a bewildered look on your face. "Whoever created that predictor must have made an error somewhere in their process." She expected you to place the device back in her hand, but instead you turned and placed it into her purse. "This prediction device has the power to consume all our time, and we must rehearse for the festival, lest the Queen be cross with me andher ladies in waiting."
She would make a grand queen one day, Loki thought to himself as he witnessed you address your friends in such an authoritative and yet gentle, almost motherly, manner. A wonderful mother, too--Stop it. He had to cease his stray thoughts of one day having a family with you, no matter how beautiful the image presented itself in his mind.
You pulled your hair into a loose bun and he felt his heart drop at the sight of the gash on your cheek. "Y/N. Darling." He stood up and made his way over to you. "Your face."
"Hmm?" You touched your fingertips to the cut, seemingly nonplussed at the feel of the wound. "Oh. That. I was training with Hogun before this. His mace must've caught."
You chuckled at the worried expression on his face, as if this was something to trivial to you, as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, making sure your hair didn't catch into the wound, and framed your face in his hands. "You bleed." He couldn't keep his composure. Something about the sight of your face marred sat so wrongly with him; in his eyes you were like a porcelain doll, something so delicate and beautiful that while the slightest imperfections would never diminish its beauty, it would physically pain him to see the cracks.
Granted, he was aware you were still a warrior; gashes like this would be child's play to you. You'd most likely endured worse in battle. Norns, just the mere thought of you going into the battlefield made him physically ill with worry.
What was this feeling plaguing him so? This feeling that had him wanting not only craving your touch, but even simply your company. That had him so willingly pledging to protect you from whatever harms could come your way, so addicted to the sight of your smile, of that adorable scrunch of your nose that had him itching to press a kiss to it. Or to your lips. Or anywhere, really.
This was more than simple lust, and he feared the words that came to mind when he attempted to describe what he felt for you.
"Loki. Really. 'Tis nothing," you tell him with a chuckle. "If it will help you rest easier, I'll make my way to the Healers after rehearsal." You tilted your head at him, your gaze gleaming with blissful ignorance for the tempestuous emotions stirring inside of him as he held you the way he did, somehow only seeing what you needed to see in the moment: his worry. "You wish to heal it yourself, don't you?" You narrowed your eyes playfully at him.
"I would be more efficient than the Healers, I can promise you that, darling."
You gave him a look as if relenting and deciding to humor him, and presented him your gashed cheek. "Be my guest." He hovered his fingers over your cut when a thought crossed his mind. Perhaps you wouldn't think harshly of him, and if ever you did he would simply remember to never do it again.
Before he could change his mind, he leaned in and pressed his lips to the skin around your gash in a tender kiss. When he pulled away the wound was gone, your face unmarred once more and calming the worry in his heart. The look in your eyes went unchanged, no abhorrence or repugnance, and you gave him a tender smile in return, a warmth washing over him as you did so.
"Thank you," you whispered. "For healing me and…for humoring us with these--feeble Midgardian amusements," you finished with an almost sheepish smile. "It's funny, when I was much younger, that was how Grandmother would heal my scrapes. There were--many."
"Well with the frequency which you climbed and hid in trees to scare our souls out of our bodies, were you really surprised with the frequency of your scrapes, Y/N?" your friend Narda shot back teasingly. "She was a complete menace growing up, Your Highness. Would have made you proud," she remarked with a giggle.
"I have no doubt," he answered, his gaze never leaving your visage. "I'll take my leave, grant you the privacy to rehearse. Dining hall at sundown? Will I see you there?" The silent question in his words was obvious: Will you be dining with your family, including myself, or your friends?
"Perhaps," you answered.
As Loki exited the ballroom, your friends turned to look at you with incredulity in each of their faces. "Out with it," you told them. "Why the faces?"
"Y/N, when he first walked in, I thought you'd taken a lover and forgot to tell us the good news," Halley told you, making you snort in response. "The two of you are far too attractive together to just be each other's family."
You eyed your friends with a frantic confusion. "You three are absolutely absurd," you laughed. "He's my father's brother, for fuck's sake."
"So you wouldn't mind if I tried to…?" Astrid trailed off. "He's too delicious to go about these realms unclaimed."
"Of course! He's my family and I only wish for his happiness." You meant the words as they escaped you; however, when you spotted the lascivious smile on your friend's face, a pit presented itself in your stomach. As if you knew that ultimately, she was not what would grant Loki his happiness.
Naturally, you were correct. The only realization you hadn't made that night is that you held the power to grant him that elation.
A/N: I told y'all she's so oblivious it's painful. Also…I'm not getting the best vibes from one of her friends. Y'all picking it up, too? No? Just me? Huh--
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Treating Myself as A Writer: Wholesome Brodinsons and holiday fluff.
A New Asgard Brodinson Christmas*
Loki: You didn't.
Thor: [grinning]. I did.
A Christmas tree of generous width is in the living room covered in red and green ornaments. And because Midgard is Midgard [and Thor is cheeky] there are matching Thor and Loki ornaments. The 'star' is a tiny plastic Mjolnir. 🎄 🌟
Loki: Is that...is that little green man supposed to be me?
Thor: It is you, brother! And the other is me. Can't you see the likeness? [Strikes a triumphant pose and grin to match his ornament].
Loki: ...[pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh]. I am going to shower. And ponder why the Norns saw fit to give me such an oaf for a brother. [Ignores Thor's pout at his lack of enthusiasm].
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Later, Loki and Bruce*
Loki: It's completely ridiculous. Asgard doesn't recognize 'Christmas'. Are we to indulge every mortal holiday simply because we live on Midgard now?
Bruce: [anxiously sipping on hot chocolate with a straw]. I-really am probably not the best person to ask...y'know...[waves hand and points to self with an awkward chuckle]. Mortal.
Loki: [without missing a beat, waves a dismissive hand]. I forgive you.
Bruce: [brow furrows].
Loki: He's been to Midgard before, he was mortal before. Why now all the fuss? He bought a Santa Claus costume. There's tinsel hanging from the ceiling and an inflatable Santa penguin outside our dwelling. It's madness!
Bruce: [clicks tongue and rubs the back of his neck] Look...[sighs heavily] This is your first Christmas since...yanno. You...came back. I think maybe he...just wants to make it special for you? [Sees Loki frowning and clears throat] ...maybe?
Loki: But I don't care about Christmas.
Bruce: [muttering] Shorter list is things you do care for but anyway-
Loki: [narrows eyes] -What was that?
Bruce: Nothing! He cares about you. That's what I was saying. Just trying to do something nice for you?
Loki: [blinks incredulously].
Bruce: Is that so hard to believe?
Loki: Quite frankly, that's no business of yours, Bruce.
Bruce: You came to me!
Loki: Even gods make mistakes, evidently. Enjoy your...liquid confection.
Bruce: [shaking his head as Loki disappears].
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Loki: [disguises self as Bruce] If you want something done right...do it yourself as someone else. [Finds Thor adding more decorations outside and humming Christmas carols]. Heya, pal.
Thor: Banner! What do you think? [Gestures to the decorations with a grin].
Loki-Bruce: Truly a sight to behold...ah, buddy.
Thor: Right?! I used a lot of green. Hopefully Loki will like it. He didn't seem fond of our tree.
Loki-Bruce: Our tree? I had nothing to do with it!: He didn't? That's a shame. But I mean, you guys don't really celebrate Christmas, do you?
Thor: [exhales slowly and grimaces] Not really. Asgardians tend to find mortal traditions...
Loki-Bruce: Absurd? Nonsensical?
Thor: [brow furrows]. That's...one way of putting it.
Loki-Bruce: [imitates awkward chuckle] The right way.: Is it important that Loki...likes this? [Gestures vaguely towards the house].
Thor: [hesitates and then sighs as he sits on the end of his ladder]. He hasn't been...back for long. And we really haven't...talked about anything...meaningful, you know?
Loki-Bruce: I'm not sure I do.
Thor: [wrings hands a bit in a fidgety gesture] He hasn't even told me if he plans to stay.
Loki-Bruce: [eyes widen] W-...Did he give you reason to think he wouldn't?
Thor: [rueful, half-hearted chuckle]. The past decade, for starters?
Loki-Bruce: You could try asking him?
Thor: The thing is, the harder I try to bring him closer, the more he tends to run away. What if I ask and he feels compelled to...pull a Loki?
Loki-Bruce: [scrunches nose] Did you just use m-his name as a...thing?
Thor: [shrugs]. There's not much I can do for him here. No magical tomes to quest for. No gryffin talons he needs for some sorcerous working. Compared to life as a prince on Asgard...life here is...mundane. I can appreciate it but...I'm not sure my brother can. Still, I thought if I cannot do for him what I might have done in our youth...I could try to make our new home special for him. If he even considers it 'our' home.
Loki-Bruce: [swallows hard] I see.
Thor: You good, Banner? You're looking a little...[makes iffy hand gesture]
Loki-Bruce: Too much hot chocolate. In fact, I gotta, go...right now.
Thor: [lifts brow] Alright, see you at the dining hall tonight?
Loki-Bruce: Wouldn't miss it! [Leaves quickly and shifts back to himself out of sight].
--
Loki makes himself scarce for the next week leading up to Christmas and asks to borrow Stormbreaker to go off-realm. Thor is reluctant but agrees and doesn't see Loki for two days. He isn't back on Christmas Eve and Thor goes to bed fearing that his brother has indeed 'pulled a Loki'.
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Christmas Morning*
Christmas music plays loudly in the living room and startles Thor awake. He cautiously leaves his room to find Loki sitting on the couch, reading casually.
Thor: Loki!
Loki: [doesn't look up from book]. Oh, good morning. Did the music wake you? I was in the mood for background noise but the wretched little radio will play nothing but carols.
Thor: [enthusiasm wanes, makes himself smile]. Well, it is Christmas, brother.
Loki: [looks up with a frown]. Oh, is that today? Hm. I suppose that explains why no one has risen yet.
Thor: [sighs quietly to himself, not sure if he should feel disappointed or that he failed in his 'mission'.] I have a few things for you, under the tree.
Loki: You got me Christmas presents?
Thor: [faintly annoyed expression] You need not sound so bothered. If you don't want them-
Loki: -No, no. Far be it from me to decline gifts. [Makes a gimme gesture].
Thor: [tempted to smother Loki with a blanket. Gives him the presents instead].
First present is a black and green leather-bound case with dual-level compartments. One of the compartments has a sprig of mistletoe.
Thor: For spell-working ingredients. Or whatever you might wish to store.
It's been a long time since Thor was thoughtful towards Loki's sorcery instead of mocking, Loki is touched.
Loki: How very useful, brother. I'm impressed. [Casual tone].
Next present is a dark green sherpa wrap.
Thor: I know the cold rarely bothers you but...you enjoy wrapping yourself. Especially in my hoodies. [Says wryly].
Loki: [primly] I'm sure I don't know what you mean. [Puts the wrap on, also casually]. It is rather soft. [Concedes].
Next present is an old-fashioned polaroid camera.
Loki: [studying it].
Thor: You've expressed interest in old technologies. And I thought it might amuse you.
Loki: My brother, thinking. [Little smile to show he's teasing and Thor huffs but smiles too].
Last present is a braid of hair with a few, silver charms with arcane symbols woven in.
Loki: A...braid?
Thor: It was Mother's.
Loki: [freezes].
Thor: She made it for me centuries ago, after the time I took a poisoned arrow. She charmed it for-
Loki: -Protection and fortune. And love and family. [Knows the meanings of the symbols]. How...do you still...
Thor: I had it in my armor on Svartalfheim...when Jane and I returned I left it in her keeping since I didn't know what reception to expect from Father. Or should I say you.
Loki: [clears throat].
Thor: She returned it not long after I arrived.
Loki: I see...but this was made for you, it's far too precious to be given to just anyone. The braid of the last true queen of Asgard.
Thor: [crouches down in front of Loki and folds Loki's fingers over it] Our mother. And I'm not giving it to just anyone. I'm giving it to you, Loki.
Loki: ...hm...[lips tighten into a thin line. Face looks similar to in the elevator on Sakaar].
Thor: [smiles and squeezes Loki's hands affectionately]. Merry Christmas, brother.
Loki: [blinks rapidly, eyes are wet]. Yes, well...I...thank you. For the gifts. [Coughs] I didn't realize it was Christmas, but ironically, I was able to finish something I've been working on. I suppose you may consider it a Christmas gift, if it pleases you. Although it is simply a coincidence.
Thor: [trying not to smile in a 'I know my little brother is lying through his teeth way'.] Of course. [Solemn tone and Loki looks at his brother 'suspiciously'].
Loki: Now hold still. This will hurt.
Thor: Wha-Ow! Loki! You...I...eye...what did you... [blinking and poking near his eye with a look of amazement].
Loki: Hence my absence and need for Stormbreaker. The sorcery needed to restore your eye was no small feat, Thor. You are exceedingly lucky to have such a talented and generous sorcerer for a-[is smushed in a hug]
Thor: [cups the back of Loki's head in his palm and leans their heads together. Plays off a phrase he used to tell Loki in their childhood] The luckiest brother in all the realms.
Loki: [silently slides arms up to reciprocate, presses his face into Thor's shoulder].
Thor: Thank you, Loki.
Loki: ...[faintly muffled] You're welcome, brother...[pulls back enough to look at Thor and their foreheads are nearly touching]. By the way. We're going to need to make some...renovations.
Thor: Renovations?
Loki: This home will do in the short term. But at the very least I must have a room for my books and experiments. And to lock you out.
Thor: ...
Loki: ...
Thor: What are you saying?
Loki: [frowns] Must I spell it out for you?
Thor: Yes. [Bluntly, hopefully].
Loki: [huff of 'great inconvenience']. If this is where we're going to be living for the foreseeable future then I need certain-Thor!-will you-brother! Must you-oof!
Thor: [squeezing Loki to bits, rubbing their heads together a bit, and big, rumbling laughs of happiness]. I love you, brother. I will spell it out for you. Since you felt the need to come to me as Bruce to speak with me.
Loki: [mouth falls open. eyes narrow] You deceitful-
Thor: -I don't want to hear that from you, little brother. [Grinning].
Loki: [drawls] You don't wish to hear that I reciprocate your childish sentiment? Then I suppose I won't say 'I love you too'. [Shrugs like he didn't just actually say it] [Thor beams and Loki will never admit it tempts him to say it again because the sight of his careworn big brother looking so happy over Loki expressing affection is heart-warming].
--
By the night time, Loki is wrapped in his sherpa with Frigga's braid in a place of honor so both brothers can see it. He encased it in break-proof, sorcerous glass. The brothers worked out how to use the polaroid, and Thor promptly comandeered his brother's present to take a number of pictures. Including one of a grinning Thor with his arm around Loki's neck, pulling Loki against him in a one-armed hug while Loki gives a crooked 'reluctant' smile with his hand gripping Thor's wrist.
And if Loki used sorcery to make himself a copy and put it in his pocket dimension with a protection spell...well, what is magic for?
Thor's copy was attached to their fridge with a magnet. Along with many more photos to come. Loki feigned complaint, but Thor has caught his brother smiling at the photos when he thought his brother wouldn't notice.
The brothers played silly, Midgardian board games while reminiscing about fond memories until sunrise. At which point they fell asleep mid-game, curled up next to each other like they were boys again.
And a Merry Brodinsonsmas to all, and to all a good night! 🌙 🎁
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Daily Dispatch #2 - Typical Norn
Three idiots episode:
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Written by Phil Sheldon
Editor - Kari woodlots
COMPLACENCY ON BOTH SIDES!
After the battle for the North nolan hatchery, our heroes made their way to Hoelbrak.
Hoelbrak seems to have become colder since I last visited about a decade ago. The atmosphere seem more tense and Shaken, possibly due to the most recent norn refugee crisis.
Bramham Eirsson, who claims to be the son of legendary hero, Eir Stelgakin, has been trying to rally support to resolve not only the refugee crisis but the attacks by the molten alliance.
Due to his contested heritage however, not many people are willing to rally behind him.
He has failed to win over Tribune Rytlock Brimstone to aid the refugee and now has failed to win the support of Knut Whitebear, Master of the Lodge.
Surprisingly, Eir Stelgakin has also refused support to Braham. Many see this as crucial mistake given the ongoing molten alliance raids against norn settlement.
Braham has declared that he will go fight the raiders, by himself if he has too.
However, Kotaru Tieran, Anwfyn and Lisbet Veros have now joined Braham's crusade to save Cragstead. The supposed next target of the raids.
The question as too why these three heroes joined Braham's crusade without any potential reward is puzzling and why the sylvari (Kotaru & Anwfyn) are helping what is essentially a very Norn problem.
but one thing is for sure; the battle of Cragstead is now going to happen.
With or without the help of the Norn or Char military.
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Just thought of an alternative jormag minion to the boneskinner that keeps all the unsettling horror while not... being the boneskinner. So jormag's whole thing is preservation and persuasion right? And we live in an age of smartphones and social media. More and more our brains are being wired to record everything and sell ourselves, and I've noticed, as we feel more and more able to record everything our memories get a little bit worse, since we have that video or that picture to revisit later, even if we never really will, so maybe our brain doesn't feel the need to hold on to the moment tight enough to take it in. Now the norn are very oriented around their presentation of themselves- their legends. One could argue they have a lot in common with youtubers, tik tok users, twitch streamers, all kinds of internet personalities whose content is themselves. And jormag is the norn's dragon. What if they offered you a way to preserve your great deeds, immortalize them, ensure every step of your legend will be preserved so it can be known not just for countless generations, but for all eternity. They'll give you a gift- you can store your experiences in ice. So a norn (or anyone really) accepts. They accomplish a great feat, win a battle, slay a powerful creature, and in the ice it goes. They can watch it over and over, show it to everyone. They see a beautiful landscape, an interesting bird. Oh! They should store that! Now they'll always have it to admire. Right? But they're so caught up in preserving the experience they forget to live it. Eventually, they aren't stopping to record what they see and do, now they're starting the recording process before they think something interesting MIGHT happen. They don't want to miss out. Right? They have to make sure they get this. Soon enough it's constant. It's endless. What were they on their way to do just now? That's ok. They can check the ice and see what it was later. It's all in there. Time passes. They can't remember anything. They have to get this. Have to capture every image around them. Every day they capture more, preserve more, experience less, remember less. Until nothing is left but a creature with ice behind its eyes where a mind once was, with so many eyes, all over it, seeing EVERYTHING, taking in EVERYTHING, experiencing nothing. A creature that exists only to preserve and record its own existence, endlessly, for a later date that will never come, a later date it's forgotten was supposed to exist. You enter it's frozen cave and see memories flash against the crystalline walls. Ones of great accomplishments, beloved family, and a few beautiful things are sealed in the frost by the entrance. This seems like a comforting place, maybe it's someone's home. But the deeper you go, the more memories there are. And more. And more. And MORE. Until you reach the very back of the labyrinthine cavern. The wall is an overstimulating feed of everythingness, overwhelming you, hurting your eyes and your brain until you feel nauseous. Then, a moment of relief, as a figure blocks your sight of the endless visual chaos. It extends a many-eyed arm and offers you something. Jormag's ice
(This could also work with jade tech since jormag is dead, especially since the jade is closer to modern technology, hint hint anet please steal)
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Spoilers to GW2 story... Commander Deserving Gredit?
I have been wondering why does the Commander get most of the credit of defeating world threats. It’s clear that the Commander simply could not do everything alone. Their friends have saved them from death, was it in the actual game mode or the story.
Then again, I think in many scenarios the NPCs are supposed to revive the player character if they were down, but have been glitched due to time or some other reason and don’t do anything. Making it so that the Commander have to survive alone. ^^
Destiny’s Edge was famous of defeating Elder Dragons’ champions, but so far they have not managed to kill an Elder Dragon. In fact, their guild has not been active ever since they lost two people in their last Elder Dragon fight.
Then they discover this player character, that manages to impress them one way or another. With their guide, the player character begins explore world and learn more about it as well as the Elder Dragons. While doing so, we learn that the in-game-Commander is
1. Curious (points of interest)
2. Enjoys the beauty of the world (Vistas)
3. Likes to train their mind and physical being (Hero Points)
4. Doesn’t Like To Waste Time (Waypoints)
5. Likes To Help People, No Matter How Minor The Task (Hearts and Events)
I don’t know if Zojja or Trahearne, or Rytlock likes to run around the world doing these same things, but since the Commander does, he gains positive reputation from people by doing this. While at the same time in the story works his way up by overcoming the problems at the time and getting to be known by different titles and ranks.
Like with the asura, the first title earned was Snaff Savant.
With the charr, they were first Soldier, then Legionare, and then finally Centurion.
With human The Hero of Sheamoor and then the Advocate of the Crown.
With norn Slayer of Issormir.
And with sylvari the Valiant of the Wyld Hunt and then the Herald of the Pale Tree.
Then the Commander gets into an order, and climbs up the ranks quite quickly.
With Durmand Priory they are first Novice, then Explorer and then finally a Magister.
With the Order of Whispers they are first Initiate, then an Agent, and then Lightbringer.
With the Vigil, they are first Recruit, then Crusader, and then finally a Warmaster.
After they have formed the Pact, they gain the title they are mostly kown as: the second in command: The Commander of the Pact.
After cleansing the Orr, the King freed will temporary give the Commander the title of the Champion of Orr.
Now, here the NPCs say a lot that the Commander’s name will go down to history, hardly mentioning Trahearne, although he’s the one who actually did the cleansing. Maybe they mean it, that the Commander’s name AND Trahearne’s name will go down to history, but mention only the Commander because they are currently talking to them? ^^;
Now after Zhaitan got defeated, they gained the titles Destroyer of Zhaitan, Slayer of Zhaitan and the more general the Dragonslayer.
This was the very first time an Elder Dragon was killed, but because Trahearne wasn’t exactly with the Commander in this mission, he could not exactly gain the same title, although he was in a very important role still in all this. Destiny’s Edge was with the Commander. (Although they kinda come out of nowhere to people, who don’t play the dungeons, and ‘kind of’ for the reason that they were involved at the beginning.)
This was also the first Elder Dragon for the Destiny’s Edge. This also gave confidence to people, who weren’t that sure if something so powerful could be defeated.
So, the Elder Dragons have actually been fought many times in the past, but as soon as the Commander gets involved, the first Elder Dragon was killed.
If you asked me, the title Champion of Orr would fit Trahearne better, since he was the one who actually cleansed the Orr. While the Commander could have the Dragonslayer, since now that they were fighting an Elder Dragon with the Destiny’s Edge Zhaitan actually got defeated.
Even if Zojja was the one who shot the tail off, and the Pact shot him at his hand, injuring him to the point he had to land on a giant tower, the Commander was pretty much then just shooting at him, till his health was down.
You’d think others would have shot him too, and maybe they did, but only the Commander actually hit him. ^^; You’d think the Glory of Tyria airship would have the best shooters on it, but... - w -;
And I love how Caithe just kept running back and forth between her guild friends and the Commander. Probably a glitch, but I like to think she was feeling conflicted. XP
But I think the Commander did earn their title as the Dragonslayer, as well the reputation of a great hero. Yet, there were many who didn’t know who the Pact Commander was, still.
Now after this, we were now more confident about if the Elder Dragons were actually killable.
Trahearne did cleanse the Orr.
Zojja did shoot Zhaitan’s tail off and the Pact injured Zhaitan’s hand forcing him to land.
The Pact Commander shot him dead after he landed on the tower.
Next... the Commander decided to help two people, Braham and Rox, who they barely knew, and just because no one else would. Then was it Logan who sent the Commander to help Marjory and Kasmeer with the investigation. Then we get an invitation to the Queen Jenna’s Jubilee. The Commander was teh Dragonslayer, and Logan was a... friend of the Queen, so the Queen most likely had heard of them, and thought to invite them as a gratitude of killing the dragon, at least. Scarlet happened, and the Commander helps to save most of the people. But casualties were unavoidable, unfortunately.
Then we take care of the weird toxic tower in the Kessex Hills with Marjory and Kasmeer... And then the strange whirling flying object appears at the sky of the False River Valley, where we defeat with many others a giant marionette. After that Scarlet attacks the Lion’s Arch. The Commander helps a lot of people here as well, while also finally fighting the Scarlet herself and giving her the final deadly strike.
Now we have the title of a Hero of Lion’s Arch.
So now the Commander was known as Zhaitan’s killer as well as Scarlet’s killer.
With these new allies the Commander continues to investigate what exactly Scarlet managed to do. Did she really awaken another Elder Dragon?
Well, we did hear a roar as soon as Scarlet’s giant drill hit the lay line underneath Lion’s Arch. Soon after these strange vines start to appear at the Brisban Wildlands.
There we learn that another silvary had lost their mind and was now chasing the leader of these Glint fanatics’ leader. XP We take care of the sylvari, and I have to mention, that when he goes to that upper level while we fight him, the others don’t go there. Only the Commander climbs up to fight him there. The others pretty much fight the thorny vines at the lower level.
We plan to get the racial leaders to get together and talk about this threat, just so we more help with dealing with the Elder Dragon. And decide that since the Pale Tree really can’t go to other cities (imagine a giant tree suddenly starting to walk and be like, ‘I gotta go see the other leaders. See ya’ while the sylvari are still inside... ^^; ) So the leaders arrive to the sylvari home city.
But before that, the Commander has to help their friends to cajole the leaders to arrive at the meeting. It involves a lot of helping with the problems world wide.
Then comes the world summit, the Commander is the conversationalist in this situation, till the ale Tree gets attacked by the Shadow of the Dragon. Everybody else gets out of the Pale Tree except the Commander. They get trapped inside and has to fight the champion alone.
Alone? I don’t think they are alone. Even if the Pale Tree was injured, I think she still tried to protect the Commander by keeping the Shadow of the Dragon outside, where the others can keep on attacking it. And the Commander injures it from the inside of the Pale Tree. We chase it off and continue investigating.
This happening convinced the racial leaders that this new threat was very serious and could destroy the whole world.
The Commander takes part in finding Caithe from the desert with Canach, and we help the Pact to protect their base against te Mordrem attack, and we find the books in the Durmand Priory that opens the secret area where Ogden is. In the Glint’s lair the Commander pretty much fights themselves through, while Kas and Jory seem to casually walk around and have a conversation with each. other. At the end we fight off this giant crystal elemental, where Kasmeer gets injured, and Marjory fights with us. But because the Commander fought their through the Glint’s lair, they knew how to handle this giant too blah blah blah...
So in the end the Commander does a LOT. They are involved in every Elder Dragon fight, as well as the Lich King and Balthazar. They even help to take care of Minister Caudecus in season 3. while still taking time to admire the views, find interesting locations, and help other people.
Destiny’s Edge (Logan, Rytlock, Caithe, Zojja and Eir) was in the Zhaitan fight with the Commander.
Marjory, Kasmeer, Braham and Rox were in the fight against Scarlet in the final battle.
The Commander was kind safe inside the Pale Tree while fighting the Shadow of the Dragon the first time.
Second time, the Commander was trapped again, as if the Shadow of the Dragon somehow knew this individual was the worst threat out of them all. It somehow knew this Commander was the player character, so it had to try to eliminate them first. XP
The others were more like background supporters that threw stuff to the Commander that were helpful.
Little did the Shadow of the Dragon know that the player character never dies, at lest for good, as long as the developers keep developing the game. > w <
In season 3 Canach and Logan out of the major side characters were with the Commander in the Minister Caudecus fight.
Taimi was with the Commander, but not exactly fighting, when we faced Balthazar for the first time.
In Path of Fire the Dragon baby and the Commander were fight Balthazar, and killed him for good. I guess you could say that Rytlock was the supporter now, because he gave the Commander his fire sword, the Sohothin.
In season 4 Braham was fighting the Lich King with the Commander, but were acting more like detractions for the baby dragon now as a teen could surprise him and attack... and eat him thus killing Joko finally.
At the fight against Kralkatorrik, it was Caithe, Braham, Gorrik, Taimi, Rox and Rytlock as well as Aurene (the dragon) were with the Commander fighting off the Kralkatorrik. If I remember correctly, the Commander was calling the shots and injured Kralk’s eye when had the chance. It all failed though.
But in the next episode the Commander and Aurene chase the injured Kralk through the Mists and finally manage to make it fall. We try to find a way to defeat him, till we finally realize, we have to go inside him to kill him. His body is dead, but he’s still somehow alive inside. So we enetr him through his mouth, find the power source, and find the consumed powers of Zhaitan, Mordremoth and Balthazar. The Commander destroys those with Aurene.
The Commander being the champion of Aurene, while we take on the two dragons, Braham becomes the champion of Primordus (Elder Dragon of Fire) while Rytlock’s cub Ryland now an adult becaomes the champion Jormag (Elder Dragon of Ice) and make them go at each other. While the two champions fight each other, the Commander weakens the two Elder Dragons, while making sure neither of the champions actually win, with others help. Especially Aurene’s. And after the two dragons were weakened enough and irritated enough they attack each other, destroying one another in the process.
One dragon remained.
We go to Cantha while fighting off the Aetherbaldes, while in the air going through the Mists again with Aurene. But we crash the ship.
There the Commander has to deal with political stuff as well as take care of very selfish man at the high rank with the man withe the hat. Then there’s Ankka, who plans on letting the Elder Dragon destroy the world. She was clearly suffering from some kind of depression and had reached a point where she felt nothing. She had become a sociopath.
Oh right, we fought Mai Trin again and also Scarlet in a way with Marjory.
And then finally, even if the final dragon was not aggressive, just like the other dragons she became corrupted, and started to act aggressive. We had to take care of her too.
This time a lot of people were helping. There were Marjory and Kasmeer, Logan and Caithe, Taimi and Gorrik, and Aurene.
The Commander was about to die at the pretty early state of this fight, which I find a bit starnge when you think of all the struggles hey have had, but one can use imagination and think of any reason why would the Commander be downed so early. Of course, because Aurene had chosen the Commander to be her champion, she’s not gonna let the Commander get killed. She does say, that if they try to fight seperately, they can’t win, but if they support each other they can win, and so she lends the Commander some of her power. The Commander returns stronger than before and is glowing.
Now, what I find interesting is that Joon and Taimi were already giving up. Were they in this state because they thought that the Commander was gone, or were they actually beginning to lose? Was it because the Commander lost or what?
Anyway, the Commander continued fighting by helping two people at each platform by supporting them with Aurene’s power, and each platform was the power of already defeated Elder Dragon.
Why wasn’t Balthazar’s power there?
Oh well, finally we had to face the corrupted Elder Dragon of water. With everybody’s help.
So what I think about the Commander getting most of the credit. I think it’s justified, but the Commander would have never ever managed to do it alone. So of course the others deserve credit as well. Anyone who participated in the fight does. But... the Commander was the one who made the most critical work most often.
Question is, would the tyria have been survived if the Commander did not exist?
Vividatt personally believes that someone else would have just taken his place, and saved the world, pretty much like he did. Maybe even done it better than him. Because first he was simply helping his krewe mates. Making inventions and competing in games... Rebelling against the Inquest... And soon he realized he was involved with the Elder Dragon fight. He struggles with guilt that his psycho side causes him, and is constantly afraid that this evil side of his takes over, and starts to harm people around him, including his friends, like he has done in the past. So, seeing death kinda inviting, he sees it as a reward, since struggling in guilt he sees as his punishment. This also drives him to help people as much as he can. While at the same time satisfying his urges to destroy by defeating bad people. He also has a strong sense of responsibility, which makes him keeping on fighting the dragons, since now he was too deeply involved. So the reason why he keeps fighting, is hoping to die, sense of responsibility, keeping his love interest safe, to satisfy his destruction needs, and keeping himself entertained. He can be quite competitive, so he also views it as a challenge and fun.
Also when you look at the achievements, if you have completed them, the Commander has killed at least 1000 of each enemy. Has taken part in every world boss fight. Has searched a lot of secrets of the world. Has revived a lot of people. Collects a lot of random stuff. So I would not be surprised if even the skritt would respect them. XP
Aetherbalds... A w A
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