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20 Fic Writer Quesions

First, thank you @singeart and @mytardisisparked for tagging me!. I did a set of these last year and it was fun to see how my answers have changed since then!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

1.6 million and counting!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Trek Voyager

Star Trek Prodigy

Sailor Moon

Harry Potter

Madam Secretary

Ive debated writing SwanQueen for a long time but by the time I had the energy and time to write, I'd lost interest in the show. I might rewatch and come back to it one day...

I have thought about writing Wynonna Earp or Tamora Pierce universe fanfiction but have yet to get an idea that grabs me. I like to find things i want to fix and it's hard when the source material is perfection.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Parent Trap (305)

Sailor Moon H Order of the Phoenix (289)

Sailor Moon H Half Blood Prince (222)

Eden's Deception (167)

Out of Reach (150)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! although if I'm busy or feeling down it can take me a while. Sometimes I forget.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I still think What Even is 3 Minutes takes the cake. Or I'll be Your First if You'll be my Last

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I Heard the Comm on Christmas Morn and Parent Trap

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Unfortunately I've gotten hate on fics since I started writing them... and it's become just something I expect to happen. Sometimes it's funny. Sometimes it confuses me. Sometimes it makes me sad. It really depends...

The memorable haters:

There was the delightful Fanfiction.net reviewer who got pissed i was "making everybody gay" (that was funny actually). I forget if they were the same person who flamed me when Mcgonagall and Hooch kissed under some mistletoe. I digress. They thought queering up the canon was like sinful or whatever. I was delighted to disagree and make the story even queerer.

Another person cussed me out for magically restraining Sailor Plutos time travel powers so my plot would work and for making her have feelings about it. aparently mad the senshi were not all powerful deus exmachinas who never feel feelings... That one stung. That was the reason I left FFN.

Hate because in Sailor Moon H, Harry Potter was not the main character.

Hate that I made a magic bio baby for the magical lesbians. (I can't have a biobaby with my wife irl, can't I at least let the fantasy girlies have one!)

Hate for including C/7 in a story

...I wouldn't call it hate for the fic but I have had an uncomfortable amount of commenters who hate on Chakotay any time I have him involved with Seven / don't have him grovel to Kathryn / really any time I let him advocate for how he's been hurt... at first comments like this stressed me out because i worried i had not written the character sufficiently sympathetic. But then Parent Trap breached containment and I got enough comments to be able to see I had definitely written the character fine... it was just that some people were always just rooting for a "Chakotay falls over himself to apologize to Janeway for not immediately dating her" storyline that... I'm not sorry 😅 I'm never going to write that. The older I get the more I feel like both of J/C just need therapy! They've been through so much trauma. Their feelings are valid (yes, even for other people).

Parent Trap breaching containment also meant that when I hit an irl rut and couldnt get in the writing headspace for a bit, a bunch of - sincerely, well meaning - fans got into their heads to start a commenting campaign to get me to update. I heard about it and panicked (i had bad experiences that year of getting people who only commented "update soon" and those conversely stressed me out and made me not want to write - I love fic writing for the conversations and community... so it made me feel like readers thought i was just a content vending machine). so just the thought of potentially getting an avalanche of guests, well meaning or not, begging me to update made me lock commenting until the fic was done. I wound up deciding after that that since "update soon" requests were becoming a lot more frequent that I'd consider before posting whether getting them would hurt my ability to finish. So most of the time now if I know a fic is going to reach a bigger potential community, I don't start posting it until it's almost done. That has had some upsides! (Im less dependent on positive feedback for motivation now!) and some downsides (no one comments on my fics with their theories anymore) but on a whole, a good decision.

Immediately after finishing Parent Trap I wrote Fever and got this amazing guest comment from someone who said (paraphrasing cuz i'm too busy to go find it) "Youre better than this. how dare you write this filth. J/C are better than this" that one had me laughing for days. But the comment did prompt me to create a second account later when I wrote a tentacle fic. At the time I worried i'd get a ton of similar flame comments from people who were subscribed to my main for other types of fic... but I am even feeling like that's unnecessary now. I write what I write! Yes, some of it is really dirty, weird smut. I'm not sorry.

Currently any time I post a Threshold AU fic an anon drops into my comments section in order to call me "Sick" and "Deranged"... they make me so sad I don't even make a quippy reply. I just delete them. I write that universe for my own wish fulfillment... Someday (soon, hopefully) I'm gonna have kids. And I am going to have to have conversations with them about who their biological dad is. Why they look like one mom and not the other, whether their non bio family love them even if theyre not blood related. I might have a kid who feels different from everyone else because they're queer or they're neurodivergent or they're some new alienating feeling I am totally unprepared for. and I'll need to help them navigate that.. Writing about hybrid salamander kids getting raised in a blended family is FUN. But more importantly... it helps me practice those situations. It comforts me to know that if the characters can figure this out in the AU then I can figure this out in real life! What the hell is sick and deranged about that!?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write all sorts of smut. I post the stuff that doesn't totally mortify me once i've gotten out of whatever mood had me writing the smut in the first place.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have exactly two crossovers to my name: Sailor Delta and Sailor Moon H. I think on the basis of word count alone Sailor Moon H (>500,000) is definitely the craziest.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I consider the unlicensed use of the AO3 archive for ChatGPT and similar LLMs theft. (and there are several court cases pending that are also seeking to address whether it is legally theft as it pertains to published fiction and newspapers). The canon creators of the fandoms I write for aren't allowed to make money by using uncredited ideas pulled from my fanfiction (just like I am not allowed to make money from writing fic with their copyrighted settings and characters) and i continue to be apalled that ChatGPT and other LLMs think they can get away with using others copyrighted ideas without permission. Especially that they can take advantage of people who cant profit off their own work.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but i would be open to it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Once with @magdalenejaneway, once with @jellybeansarecool and once with @trekflower and all three were fantastic!

Most of what I write for Threshold AU is also increasingly collaborated on a great deal by the AU creators and a few other folks. It's been going for over 2 years now and doing that more and more has enabled us all to drop more references to previous fics and to create a more cohesive body of fic for the AU. in general its just been so fun and fulfilling to make these stories with other people who are as invested in the characters as me and it just fills me with joy. I'm really grateful for you guys.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

On the one hand J/C have inspired over 50 fics, But on the other I have also been loving Sailor Moon and those ships since before I knew what fandom or shipping were. And really the only reason J/C inspire more fic is that all the sailor moon characters got a happy ending.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I never want to give up on a WIP...

but I am in knots about what all to do with Out of Reach.

Out of Reach is a St:Prodigy S1 AU where Chakotay has amnesia and doesn't remember anything from his time on Voyager, all the while he and Kathryn are in a situationship with a baby.

There's two questions I never figured out how to answer: 1. Does he get his memories back. If so, how much and what enables it. and 2: Do he and Kathryn stay together?

On the memories front. saying he never recovers seems unfair to the character. But saying he magically does thanks to 24th century science feels cheap and disrespectful - to the reality of real memory loss and to the plot that built up so much tension around this. Saying he gets back some or more over time is more realistic, but left me uncertain of where exactly to end the story. Tying his retrieval of memories to Kathryn also tied me up in knots. On the one hand they're in love and thats romantic. on the other hand the optics of his recovery totally dependent on one person is icky.

I also found the baby really annoying to have there by the end - I still think he's cuteeee i really do!!! - it's just... he makes the "we should stay together and try to figure this out" answer a bit too convenient 😅. and he complicates Kathryns reluctance to restart their relationship. The more she resists, the more callous she seems (deliberately not trying to patch things up with her kid's father) when i really just want to focus on her fears that Chakotay would be happier without her and that even if they restart their romance, she might lose him again on a future mission. It's ironic because i originally created the baby to ensure she wouldnt just run away from her fears. And now hes contributing to my difficulty ending the fic...

Actually the more I think on it, my real problem is I could write my way out of this, but I cant do it in only one or two chapters and that makes me feel tired. i was sorta hoping to wrap that fic up. 😅🙈

16. What are your writing strengths?

Imagery has always been a strength for me. But i think I'm also getting really good at action scenes too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oneshots.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Only if it was information i wanted the reader to understand but not the POV character.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

W.I.T.C.H way back when I was 15.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Universe to Mend - I even have a few sequel or companion novel ideas to come after it.

This has gone on a while... 😅 - thank you for tagging me and letting me ramble! i'll tag anyone else who wants to answer! have at it.

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Young Gods: Loki x Fem!Reader Part One: Call It What You Want To

Scenario: Not only did Loki survive to help with the creation of New Asgard, he is also the primary advisor to the king and oversees the rebuilding of their culture. When he meets Y/N, a healer demigoddess from another culture who left everything behind to help the Asgardians, he isn't sure what to make of her. What he does feel is a magnetic pull towards her and a desire to show her what a trickster truly is like. Notes/Context: So this is set in late 2023, after the Snap is undone. All the events still occurred, just Loki was alive due to his seidr saving him. Thor still told Brunnhilde that she should be King of Asgard, which Loki supported as he no longer wanted a throne and finally feels he’s Thor’s equal as they’re both Brunnhilde’s advisors. He’s worked to make amends for what happened in NYC in 2012 due to his being brainwashed and under the influence of the scepter, but is still not a fan of Midgardians as forgiveness takes time. Beta’ing by and brainstorming done with singeart. Shout out to her for being an amazing writer and super helpful ❤️ Go read her stuff! High quality stuff! I haven’t written fanfiction since 2016 (six years ago), so please take it easy on me please. TW/CW: MCU typical violence; references to Loki’s neck being snapped by Thanos; the Snap, spoilers for Avengers Infinity War, Avengers Endgame, the Loki TV show and What If on Disney+; teasing, sensuality (chapter 2).

Beta’ing by and brainstorming done with singeart. Shout out to her for being an amazing writer and super helpful ❤️ Go read her stuff! High quality

I haven’t written fanfiction since 2016 (six years ago), so please take it easy on me please.

I researched Norse/Germanic myths to an extent, and they will be referenced throughout the fic. An example of a change I'll be making is "Frigga" is "Frigg", as "Frigga" is a merging of two Norse goddesses but Frigg is the goddess that is closer to what the MCU portrays as Loki's mother.

I've also never posted to this site, so if my tags suck, I apologize for that.

The sensual scene / ending will be in chapter two as to allow people who don't want to read that to avoid it. Chapter 3 will be post fade to black / the morning after

Along with that, this was originally Loki x my OC, but I edited it to be Loki x Reader. Any errors that are specific about the reader are from the original version with the OC and I apologize for missing it. Feel free to comment an error and I'll fix it ❤️

I was going to include King Brunnhilde and her queen Carol Danvers, but that deserves its own development and fic so I left it out for now. The same with the reader's reaction to Loki's Jotun form (going with What If's version of Jotun!Loki).

Diverges from the movies when Thanos "kills" Loki on the Asgardian ship. See the summary & author's notes for more

Gif credit to google search. Sorry I can't be more specific. I'm not sure what it is from unfortunately, I just googled "Tom Hiddleston kiss"

Your gaze was focused on the book you were reading, scanning the paragraphs quickly as you took notes. It was tricky, translating the runes and then making coherent notes from what you understood. The book covered a variety of topics on Asgardian culture, and you were working to learn as much as you could in order to help preserve it.

The book was a mixed bag, both detailing the colonization efforts of Asgard and Odin in particular, and the grand adventures the Asgardians would have on a regular basis. You found yourself focusing on a certain chapter in the second half of the book that spoke of Asgardian festivals. Interestingly enough, they actually did line up with those of Norse Midgardians.

It wasn’t your job to help with festivities, but you wished to better understand what exactly was being celebrated. The Spring Equinox-or to them Ostara, after the goddess- was soon approaching and you wanted to be prepared.

After a moment of just listening to the ambient sounds of the library around you, you nearly jumped when you suddenly registered next to you the presence of the Prince of New Asgard, Loki. He’d been the bane of your existence since you’d arrived in New Asgard - criticizing your work despite your success rate at healing those injured in the battle with Hela, mocking you for not knowing all of Asgardian custom…the list went on. He simply seemed to have something against you for reasons you couldn’t figure out.

“You know, I’m sure my brother would be happy to regale you with stories of how he celebrated the Spring Equinox on Asgard before becoming a ‘righteous’ Avenger,” Loki teased, sitting down beside you, much to your dismay. He didn’t seem to have as much respect for personal space as you did, but you had a feeling he specifically invaded yours knowing it would get a rise out of you.

“It is a fertility celebration, so who am I to judge what my brother would do back in the day?” Loki added with a laugh, aiming to taunt you. you scowled up at him, just wanting to get back to your research.

Loki was under the assumption that you had an interest in his brother, particularly due to the fact you would spend an hour with him every week just talking. He, due to your respecting Thor’s privacy, wasn’t aware that you were actually attempting to be a therapist for Thor. After over half his people were killed by either Hela or the Snap, the blond Asgardian needed emotional support to cope with his grief and guilt.

Your compassion towards him made Thor wish to spend his free time with you, and he often did, monopolizing yours. What Loki didn’t realize was that the situation was entirely platonic, and you had no interest in Thor in the way Loki was teasing you about.

“I doubt you skipped the festivities,” you retorted, turning the page in your notebook so that Loki couldn’t see what you’d written down. That particular section of the book was on how to honor Ostara, Freyja, and other deities associated with the Spring Equinox. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed about it, but you didn’t want Loki to know how much you cared about his adoptive culture and people.

Noticing your attempt to hide your notes, the trickster snatched the notebook out of your hands, much to your distress and dismay. He kept it out of your reach, using your height difference to his advantage.

“Return that!” you demanded, despite knowing you were out of place ordering around a prince.

“You seem to be focusing on the fertility aspect a good deal. Are you looking to bear a half Asgardian child?” Loki taunted as your face flushed a deep crimson, your hands balling into fists. You’d been focusing on that aspect due to its importance and the fact it overlapped with your mother’s domain in her pantheon.

“No, I am trying to better grasp your culture so I can be respectful of it,” you snapped, nearly getting the notebook away from Loki.

This statement made him stop and return the notes, a slightly puzzled look on his face.

“You’re not Asgardian, or even Jotun. You’re a Midgardian who happens to have a deity for a mother. Why do you care about preserving our culture?” His question was demanding, as if he were suspicious of your intentions. Aside from returning the notebook, Loki had also closed the space between you two even more as he awaited his answer.

“I plan on staying here in New Asgard as long as I’m helpful, so I thought I should better understand the people I’m helping so I can fit in better,” you explained, unsure as to why you were giving Loki an honest answer. Granted, the silver tongued deity would know if you were lying, so it wasn’t worth coming up with something.

Loki watched you for a moment before abruptly standing up and leaving the library.

Later that day, you found yourself with more free time after you'd taken care of some injured Asgardians. It turned out they’re not as invulnerable as believed. There were also the long term cases of course, where the Asgardians had barely survived making it onto the ship to escape.

For some reason, thinking about how Loki had brought the ship that saved the Asgardians from being exterminated made you flustered. He may have been a hero in that moment, but the rest of the time he was simply a thorn in your side. Yet…part of you hoped the rebirth aspect of the Spring Equinox would allow you to start over with Loki.

However, your earlier encounter made you question your plans. Loki just seemed so driven to annoy you, you weren't sure it was worth even trying. You’d always be civil, of course, but you wouldn’t try turning over a new leaf with him if he continued to show you his aggravating trickster side.

As you found yourself at the docks, you looked out on the relatively calm water. Sitting down after finding a dry spot of wood and wrapping your shawl tighter around your shoulders, you found yourself almost entranced by the gentle waves.

This was interrupted when that same mischievous presence made itself known again.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you asked dryly, turning away from the water to face Loki. Much to your surprise, you found him holding out a literal olive branch.

“I heard olive branches are ways of asking for peace on Midgard,” Loki explained as you took it from him cautiously in case it was a prank of some sort.

“They are,” you confirmed, looking it over before speaking again. It appeared safe, and you didn’t sense seidr on it, so you accepted it completely. “You want peace with me? No more hassling me at every turn?” you asked, raising a brow.

Loki gave you a smile, a real one, and nodded.

“You’ve become less fun to play with now that I know you’re practically becoming like the Norse peoples that used to worship us,” he said and shrugged, waving his hands to makemore olives appear as the branch glowed his trademark green.

You balked at the trickster deity, aghast by him implying you were worshiping him or any other high ranking Asgardian.

“I want to learn about your culture to be more sensitive to your people, not to…to worship anyone!” you stammered, your cheeks flush from irritation. “You’re off your rocker if you think I’m going to kneel and be subservient to anyone.”

Unfortunately, this just made Loki’s smile turn to a mischievous smile. The trickster deity stepped closer, eyeing the olive branch in your hands that you hadn’t outright rejected yet.

“Be honest, you were thrilled that I came to you to make amends,” Loki taunted, reaching and putting one of his hands over yours that was holding the olive branch. “You enjoy my tormenting you, since it makes you feel like you’re a part of New Asgard. The healing gives you purpose, but the attention from me -a god- is what makes your day.”

Your lips pursed as you glared up at Loki. The gentle physical gesture didn’t match his words, so you were unsure as to what to make of the situation. However, you didn’t pull away from him out of curiosity as to why he’d sink so low as to touch you. Suddenly, you had an idea and knew how to respond to Loki’s teasing.

“It isn’t that I enjoy you tormenting me, it is that you enjoy tormenting me. You’re intrigued by someone who doesn’t see you as either a monster for what you did over a decade ago or as some grand deity worthy of kneeling to. I confuse you, and it makes you obsessed with me,” you countered, using your free hand to pull his large hand from your smaller one. “Not to forget that I’m not solely mortal or divine, so I’m an oddity- something I think you can relate to.”

Apparently this struck a nerve, as Loki folded his arms over his chest and refused to meet your gaze, verifying what you said was right. You doubted he was intentionally revealing his feelings, but he was still doing so with his body language. Yet, for reasons you couldn’t yet place, you didn’t feel triumphant or as if you’d one-upped Loki. Instead, you found yourself lingering on the last thing you told him; that there was a commonality between the two of you.

“So what if you’re right?” Loki scoffed, now on the defensive, but unable to deny what you accused him of. “It won’t change that I will torment you, and that you will get flustered- either from enjoying the attention, or irritation. I care not,” he told you dismissively.

His tone put you over the edge, and you threw the olive branch into the water surrounding the docks. After standing back up, you turned your back to him and began walking back to your house.

You didn’t see the disappointment on Loki’s face but even if you had, you would have written it off as him being disappointed that you wouldn’t play his games rather than the actual reason. Loki had provoked you in hopes that you would confess that you did enjoy his attention, as he enjoyed giving it to you. It all simply came out in a way that he now understood you didn’t enjoy.

Loki was accustomed to having to act out in order to get noticed, but it didn’t seem to work with you, which did indeed confuse him. How else was he to get your attention if taunting you didn’t work? He’d write his confusion off as you being a mortal, but you were as divine as he was.

He watched you walk away, your gait and tense shoulders initially revealing your frustration but soon going back to your usual, calm energy. Like ships passing in the night, Loki also missed a sign from you, not picking up on your momentary hesitation, your almost turning around before deciding against it.

~A few hours later, at the docks~

You’d returned to the docks after cooling off, doubting that Loki had remained there. As predicted, you had been alone except for those who lived on houseboats tied to the docks. Much to your surprise, you’d found the olive branch alive and still floating in the water when you returned.

Bending down and hiking up your skirts, you reached into the water and retrieved the olive branch. It had meant something when Loki first gave it to you, but his words had soured the moment.

“I was hoping you’d come back for it,” a voice said, causing you to whip around so quickly you nearly fell into the water. Seeing that it was Loki, you just stared at him, waiting for the taunting and teasing to begin. Much to your surprise, Loki’s expression was a kind one and his next words were far from taunting or teasing.

“I meant it -mean it- in the way mortals do. A peace offering… ” Loki began, his body language showing that he felt…nervous. He was not accustomed to a person making him nervous in such a way. Fear for his safety? That he knew. But nervousness about a woman was foreign to the silver tongued deity.

You were taken aback and tilted your head at Loki.

“Then why did you say what you said?” you asked. “If you had been genuine with your words, it would have made your actions more believable.”

Loki reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck, looking down to the side. You had a point. Rather than acknowledge it, though, Loki looked at the setting sun before finally looking at you again.

“Let me walk you to your house,” Loki offered, “we can talk on the way there. It’s getting dark and even in New Asgard, no one should walk alone at night.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at what seemed to be an attempt at chivalry, but instead nodded and accepted Loki’s offer.

“Thank you,” you told Loki quietly, taking the elbow he offered to link with yours. You were surprised by how warm Loki was, even through his layers of clothing and leather jacket.

“You were right,” Loki sighed, walking with you at a slower pace than he usually did, your height difference causing a variance in gait. “You interest me because we are alike,” he continued, stopping there much to your dismay. You wanted him to elaborate on what he meant- both by interest and by what he thought your similarities were. You looked up at Loki, tilting your head slightly as you were curious as to where he was going with this confession.

“Elaborate please,” you requested, unlinking your arms so you could turn to face him. Your slight head tilt remained as you waited for the Asgardian prince to spill his guts to you or continue to play games. It seemed like there was a fifty/fifty chance of either happening.

Sighing, Loki reached out and held his hand near your shoulder, awaiting consent to touch you. You gave a small nod, still waiting for him to say what he meant by the two of you being alike.

“You’re far kinder than I am. However, you have a compassion for the Asgardian people that I share,” he began, earning a slightly confused look from you.

Of course they both cared for the Asgardian people. That couldn’t be the only reason.

“We care for them despite not being truly like them. I’m a frost giant and you’re a demigoddess,” he added, having a point. You were starting to guess what Loki would say as he continued to dig himself into a bit of a hole. “You weren’t raised with them, yet you wear yourself out on a daily basis making sure the Asgardians are healthy and acclimating to Midgard,” Loki continued.

Your cheeks warmed at this compliment- you could tell by Loki’s tone that it was meant to be one.

“You know, I only ever wanted to be equal to Thor, and now I’m content being King Brunnhilde’s advisor. Being listened to, finally, feels incredible,” Loki told you, going a bit off track from his explaining how you were alike. “You seem content being a healer, despite the fact you have so much potential. I know what your domain is- I figured it out when you tended to my lingering neck pain from Thanos’s attempt on my life,” the god explained, causing you to feel a bit unnerved. You kept your domain a secret because some people considered it dark and evil. You had dominion over pain, both relieving and giving it.

“You don’t judge me for it?” It just slipped out. You couldn’t help but wonder.

“No. How could I when you’re the first non-Asgardian to accept me and be willing to help me? The few novice Asgardian healers around here still hold a grudge against me and refused to help me with the pain of my neck being broken. Not to mention we’re both outsiders when it comes down to it,” Loki responded. “Yet we’re both desperate to be accepted. It’s probably why you don’t truly hate me tormenting you.”

You searched Loki’s face, wondering what he’d say next as it didn’t feel right for you to respond yet. He was right, much to your chagrin.

“I enjoy tormenting you because I enjoy your company, and truthfully you leave me baffled as to how to give you attention in a manner you’d genuinely enjoy. To show you that at least I accept you in New Asgard.”

You blinked at the tall deity in shock, genuinely wondering how you could be confusing to a deity who had a good thousand years of lifetime to learn how to make friends.

“I’d love to claim that I’m some complex being, but really I’m like most others when it comes to how to befriend me,” you told Loki. “Smiles, small talk, discussing Asgardian culture… that’d be a start.”

Much to your surprise, Loki laughed at the suggestions, giving you a small smile.

“You don’t seem to realize what kind of attention I wish to give you,” Loki explained once he stopped laughing. He closed the space between the two of you, his hand going down your arm and stopping once it reached yours. The deity lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing the top of it.

Your eyes widened, but you didn’t retract your hand. Instead, you allowed Loki to give you the show of, well, affection.

“I admit to being clueless as to how to court a Midgardian, but I hope that made my intentions clear,” Loki said with a chuckle.

The red hues of the sunset didn’t help to hide the flush of your cheeks at Loki’s words. He noticed, reaching his free hand up to poke your nose. A smile was tugging at his lips, realizing that you weren't rejecting him. He truthfully had expected a slap across the face and for the resident demigoddess to avoid any and all interactions with him.

The two of you were not at your house yet, despite it being close to the docks, yet he still closed the gap between you as he said: “So you don’t seem to hate me…”

Loki trailed off, his tone teasing in a playful manner, not dropping your kissed hand but letting it hang next to his at your sides.

You hadn’t pulled away from him still, seeming outwardly unphased by Loki’s closeness. In truth, your heart was racing. All that teasing and taunting had been Loki’s childish form of courting you this entire time, or most of the time you’d been in New Asgard.

You were still a bit confused about how a deity over a thousand years old couldn’t figure out how to properly flirt, but the shift in Loki’s behavior made you think he’d intentionally been playing games to test your tolerance. You could tell Loki craved validation and attention, but he didn’t know how to get it in positive ways due to the abuse he’d suffered, so he acted out.

In the hand that wasn’t brushing against his, you still held the olive branch. “I’m guessing you can tell I accept this…accept you,” you commented quietly, grasping his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Waving his free hand, an emerald glow covered the two of you, and you realized Loki had teleported with you to your house.

“I thought I’d guarded against anyone being able to do that,” you muttered, not too upset at the moment though, and Loki seemed to not hear -or didn’t want to get into it- and ignored your comment.

“I figured we should have privacy to discuss…” He trailed off, uncertain as to what word to use.

“Us?” you completed his sentence, gesturing between the two of you with the hand holding the olive branch. You set it down on the coffee table in the living room, waiting for Loki to say more. He was the one wanting privacy after all, so he should be the one to speak first.

“Yes, us. Whatever you want us to be,” Loki nodded, earning a glare from you.

“Don’t make me define us. I only just found out you don’t despise me,” you pointed out.

Loki sighed, realizing you were right and that you needed to have a proper discussion.

“Well, you know I wish to court you. It is a matter as to if you accept that or not,” he explained. “I do not know about Midgard, but in New Asgard, women have a say in their courtship.”

You couldn’t help but find Loki’s lack of knowledge of Earth women a bit amusing, and held back a chuckle at his comment.

“It depends on the culture and country’s laws, but I come from a country where women usually have a say,” you explained, trying to ignore the lack of distance between you.

Loki simply nodded, taking in the new information.

“So I am free to court you if you consent to it?” Loki inquired, raising a brow as he looked down at you. The flush of your cheeks hadn’t faded- if anything it had worsened.

You raised a hand to put on Loki’s chest, feeling his heartbeat through his leather jacket.

Loki prepared to step back from you, assuming you were going to push him away, but you kept your hand there.

“Does your heart racing mean you actually want to, and this isn’t still some game of yours?” you asked, copying the raised brow Loki had given you a moment ago.

Loki couldn’t help his playful look at your question.

“You’re the expert on anatomy, you tell me,” he retorted, causing your eyes to widen at the suggestiveness of Loki’s words.

You had to glance away, covering your face with the hand that had been on Loki’s chest as you were too embarrassed to meet his gaze. That is, until you realized you were in control at the moment.

“You do want to court me,” you began as an observation. “But even with asking for my consent, you’re scared to because I could leave at any time. New Asgard isn’t my home, or you think I’ve yet to see it as such. It’s fair to fear losing someone when you finally get close.”

Loki blinked at you, a bit taken aback by the astute analysis of his position. You were right, which threw him. He didn’t know how to respond, unable to deny what you said, but he didn’t want to admit that you were right either.

Rather than respond with words, Loki decided the best course of action was to take advantage of the consent you had given him and leaned into you. He was closing your height gap, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek chastely. His green eyes met yours, waiting to get a sign of approval to kiss you. His intention was obvious, and you gave a small nod along with your eyes showing that your answer was a definite yes.

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