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bookishtheaterlover7 · 16 days

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Her Reign

a/n: Hello, my Fabulous Readers! Would you like to take a trip down Memory Lane with me? Boy, do I have a treat for y'all...

When I was just starting to write my fanfics 8 - 9 years ago, before I fell into major Writer's Block, and went on my forced Hiatus, I wrote this fic for a good friend. Because back then, she drew Steve fanart for me, and I wrote Loki fics for her.

Fast forward to this year, I'm looking through my old notes in my notes apps, low and behold I find a handful of fic ideas and half-written, unfinished fics. And honestly, young me literally had the best fic ideas 😆 I realize that they're basically my very own Vaults! They couldn't have came on a better time, when I want to connect to my younger self, and remember what it was like, when life wasn't as complicated.

Ofcourse, it's not completely the original story, present me needed to polish the rough patches in the story, because specific timeline when this was written, was roughly somewhere before Endgame after Infinity War...😅 And I also need to make sure, it's semi-accurate to the current MCU, for my own sake.

But still, I hope y'all will enjoy reading this one, all the same.

Loki Odinson x Y/n Y/L/N's Daughter, Lucy Laufeyson

Requested: No

WARNINGS: Loki's Death(seriously doesn't need to be a question😆), Abusive, cliché Evil Step-parent, Allusion to the abuse Y/n goes through, Lucy imagining and enacting revenge(and justice) on Evil Step-Parent, Lucy goes ape-shit, Loki would be proud. Story goes way dark(not GOT Dark, but still, pretty dark). Written by me, when I was still fairly new to writing, so sorry for the errors present Me isn't able to fix.

DNI Divider by @firefly-graphics

Enjoy!

Loki looking at Lucy from Valhalla...

It was a typical day for the Avengers in the Avenger Compound. Agents of every kind, rushed here and there, to finish their duties. In one of the lower floors underground, lived the Avengers. Each had their own apartment. But they liked to spend time together, in the common room. And today was no exception.

The room was full of chaos. From the sounds of a certain Captain's daughter crying, because she fell down while attempting to walk, with her doting mother and older brother trying to calm her down, to Peter Parker, Bruce Banner and Dr. Stephen Strange devising a way to make their tactical suits more durable, and more accommodating to the various shapes and sizes each individual, human, alien or super, has.

Lucy Laufeyson is among the chaotic bunch. Born and raised together with James Anthony Rogers, making her pretty much used to everything that happens around here, around her considered-extended family. She'd been living with the Avengers and her Uncle Thor Odinson, in an effort to avoid her Step-Father, Grey Wallace. Well, specifically to avoid hurting, said man.

From the moment her grandmother, from her mother, Y/n Y/L/N's side, had told her that she was to have a Step-Father, she knew that it would take a lot of strength and maturity. For she knew Gray wasn't a good man. He abused her mother and basically, forced her to have his child. Luckily, Lucy could never hate her younger Brother, Greyson. She hated his sperm donor.

Before Loki died, he had written a note to every member of his family. For Thor, Y/n, and especially Lucy. The one for her, specified that he wanted Thor to take his family to New Asgard, where he hoped to be laid to rest.

Once his request was fulfilled, she decided to take her father's name and use it to make a legacy of her own in her new home. Despite this, it didn't stop her from imagining enacting her revenge on Grey. She hated everything he did to her mother, and today is living proof of that.

"Hey James. Nice shield." Lucy smirked, it looks uncannily like her Father's.

"Oh, Lucy... Hi... I-I-I was just borrowing this from Dad." James answered, turning pinker by the minute.

"Calm down, Rogers. I was just teasing." Lucy said, playfully boxing his arm.

"Besides, I'm not here as often as I used to. Just for old times sake."

"Sometimes I wonder how we've been friends, since birth." James sighed.

"Come on... you know you love me, Cap Jr." Lucy smirked again, living for the reaction she gets, from her dear sweet James.

"Excuse me, Ms. Laufeyson, but Ms. Alexa is here." Tony's AI, JAKASTA, said.

"Thanks, JAKASTA." Lucy replied.

"See you later, Rogers." She added, patting the side of his pink face on her way out.

Lucy walked from the training room, through endless hallways, with Agents working and training, as well as the scientist conducting tests and experiments, of all kinds, to the elevator, that will take her down to the Lobby. Her heart leapt with excitement. She always loved seeing her Mother, and her younger Brother, whenever they came for a visit. Preferably without her infamous Step-Father, who in her opinion, descended straight from Hell.

A few minutes later, she arrived at the Lobby, where she knew the people her Family, would be waiting. She pushed open the only door, separating her from the Lobby, and saw her mother for the first time in months. Beautiful but bruised and slightly battered. Loki would hate Grey.

"Mom!" Lucy called.

"Hello Lucy." Y/n replied, looking up from talking to Y/O/N Rogers, her best friend since before meeting the loves of their lives.

Lucy walked a little faster and went to give her mother a gentle but firm hug.

"What am I? A chameleon? Where's my hug?!" Lucy's younger brother, Greyson, asked/exclaimed.

"Hello to you, too, Baby Brother." Lucy smirked, going in to hug her sibling.

"It's always a gem, to see you both together like this!" Alexa cried, tears forming in her eyes.

"We really need to catch up." Greyson said with a smile, taking Lucy's hand.

Sometime later, the family sat in a restaurant downtown, enjoying the food and coffee, while catching up and sharing stories with one another.

"And he just ran and ran and BOOM! Homerun!" Alexa finished, with pride in her eyes as she looked at her son.

"It was nothing, really. Honest." Greyson said, blushing at the attention.

"Changing the subject, how are you and your so-called 'childhood bestfriend, not potential lover', Dear Sister." Greyson teased.

"I told you the last time, Greyson. We're just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less." Lucy replied, as a matter of factly.

"Now, why don't I believe that?" Greyson muttered, under his breath.

"Shut up." Lucy replied, with a playful shove towards him.

"It's so nice to see you both getting along." Alexa said, wistful.

"I would be happier if that lousy excuse of a Step-Father is six feet under and never ever coming back." Lucy commented, scooping up some of her food into her mouth.

"Lucy-" Alexa started, wiping her eyes, before opening her arms towards her daughter.

"I mean it, Mom. He's hurt you enough." Lucy replied.

"Dad wouldn't want this for you..." She added, taking her Mother's hand, and rolling up the sleeve a little to reveal the marks hidden underneath.

"Sorry, Mom. But I agree with Lucy. If he hadn't hurt you, and continued to hurt you, things might've been different." Greyson replied, as Y/n pulled her hand away, and pulled her sleeves down, even further than before.

"I know three days ago wasn't the best wedding anniversary..." She started to explain.

"WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO THIS TIME?!" Lucy exclaimed, her anger boiling up to the surface.

"It's nothing, Lucy." Alexa sighed.

"It isn't just nothing, Mom! It's always something." Lucy raised her voice. Her eyes being drawn to the sleeve that her Mother, so desperately, was using to try to hide the marks from her, earlier.

"This is the last straw! He's been doing this ever since you married him. It needs to stop." Lucy announced, with finality and determination.

"Lucy, no. It's fine. I'm used to it." Alexa replied, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

"I told you, Mom. He's hurt you enough." Lucy repeated, before standing up.

"I've had enough." She growled, before walking away with purpose and determination, with Y/n's and Greyson's voices calling behind her. Falling on deaf ears.

Grey Wallace was walking from his office building to his car. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to having a beer when he got home. He was practically skipping down the road, until he felt like someone was watching him, from the shadows. Shrugging it off as paranoia, he continued walking.

He finally arrived at his car, ready to unlock it when he was forcefully, pushed against his car. His arms painfully pinned against his back.

"Who are you? What do you want? If you want my money, take it. I-It's yours." Grey said in a panic, words coming out in quick succession.

"I don't want, nor do I need your money." The figure, behind him, replied.

"Then, w-what do you want?" Grey asked again, shaking to the bone.

"I want justice for my Mother." The figure replied, a sinister smile slowly beginning to form on her face.

"I-I don't even know y-your Mother." Grey cried, before being turned around, and pinned to the side of his car.

"Oh, don't act coy, now... You know my Mother... In fact you know her very well, that you've taken to hurting her for about 5 years, now. Isn't that right, Step-Father?" The figure said, her face coming into the light.

"Lu-Lucy..." Grey gasped, not believing his eyes.

"That's right. And I have come to make sure you'll never lay another hand on my Mother, ever again." Lucy said, before turning into her Jotun form and punching her Step-Father.

Grey's world turned black.

His eyes burst open, and he quickly looked around in a panic. Remembering the terrifying sight of his Step-Daughter, before she knocked him unconscious. He sighed in relief, when he found that he's all alone in his Hospital Room.

"Think you're safe, Step-Father?" Lucy said, appearing out of nowhere.

"Lucy... Lucy... Whatever I've done to you and Y/n, I'm sorry." Grey pleaded.

"You think that's enough?! You think that sorry will take away all you've done to her?! To the both of us?!" Lucy exclaimed, her bright green eyes turning red.

"You're lucky, I only left you with a concussion, and a punctured lung. I would have killed you on the spot, had I not made myself promise Mom not to hurt you too badly." She added.

"Lucy, please I beg you..." Grey begged.

"Oh, now you're begging me." Lucy cackled.

"Like how Mom begged you to let her go, every single hellish night..." She continued, her features slowly changing.

"Lucy, you need help. Y-you don't look well. Y-you're blue!" Grey exclaimed.

"Oh, don't pretend like you care. You never did." Lucy snapped.

"Why are you turning blue?!" Grey shrieked, panicked, his monitor blaring at his increasing heartrate.

"Let me answer your question with this question: Have you ever wondered why we never told you about my birth Father? Why no one ever spoke of him?" Lucy said, lightly caressing the tube that re-inflated his lung.

"Well, the answer is quite simple actually. I'm the daughter of Loki of Asgard." Lucy said, turning full Jotun, and staring right into Grey's eyes.

"Y-You-You're the daughter of Loki Laufeyson, the one who invaded the planet?" Grey asked, trying to scurry away but couldn't. bound to the bed by the very tubes and wires that are helping him.

"Yes. So, if I were you... I'd be glad, that I spared your life. I may seem all sweet and innocent, but trust me when I say this..." Lucy added, slightly squeezing the tube. Blocking it from keeping his lung inflated.

Grey started to feel a tightness in his chest. Unable to catch his breath, from fear, and distress.

"I'm so much worse than my Father. So much worse." Lucy growled. Releasing her grip on the tube.

Allowing Grey to finally able to relax and breathe better and regularly, now.

"You're just lucky I made a promise to my Mother. Had I not, I would have done so much worse." Lucy added, getting up and leaving.

"Leave my Mother alone, or a collapsed lung and concussion won't be the most excruciating thing you'll ever experience." Lucy said, turning back to look at him.

"I give you my word, Step-Father." She added, turning into back her human form, her eyes glowing red for a second before going back to green.

Grey shook with fear, causing Lucy to smirk. And with that, she turned and left.

Lucy walked through the hospital doors and out, before opening a portal in the middle of the driveway and walking through it. Taking her home to New Asgard.

When she stepped out of the portal, her red leather jacket, stripped sleeveless blouse, leggings and boots, instantly turned into a long, green, mermaid style dress with a shimmering light green cape, connected in the back.

Her raven black hair curled, pulled back, half up, half down, and a complicated gold head piece with it. She walked to the kingdom, where everyone who saw her, bowed respectfully.

She made her way into the Palace, where her Keeper eagerly greeted her at the entrance. For a man, who was about 1,000 years old, give or take, he definitely could keep up with Lucy's long strides.

"Your Ladyship! The King has gone to Wakanda on business, but there are some matters of great importance to attend to." The man explained, pointing to the long list of matters, needing her immediate attention.

"I shall deal with all the problems one by one. I want to make sure everything is dealt with, accordingly." Lucy announced, taking a seat on the throne.

"Lady Loki, the people are waiting for you." The court announcer told her.

"Send them in." She answered, as the guards allowed the people to come inside. Which little by little, she solved all of them. Loki's Daughter, Y/n and Greyson's fiercest protector, Asgard's warrior, and Valkyrie's Right Hand, Lady Lucy.

a/n: I hope you all enjoyed it! Despite the errors, and the dark stuff... Maybe this'll lead me to upload other, more worthy fics in the Future.

We'll see.

Until next time!

❤ Booky

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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a/n: Welcome to my Hiddles masterlist! Have fun reading! 😁

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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Let Me Take Care Of You- Tom Hiddleston shy!xreader fan fic

Summary: Y/N is really anxious and having a hard time & Y/N’s bf Tom grabs all of her comfort stuff & takes care of her

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, fluff comfort, angst, soft Tom, ends really well, let me know if I miss anything

~Y/N’s POV

Living with anxiety is really hard, it’s changed how I do things. Today has been the roughest time I’ve been feeling super anxious all day and could barely get up this morning to do anything. I got really hungry so I finally got myself to get up to go make something to eat & I started to make some ramen soup and I heard my boyfriend Tom walk into the kitchen and he wrapped his arms around my waist and said “hey darling what do you making? I stirred in the chicken flavoring then turned around to hug him and said “I’m making soup.” and then I started feeling anxious again.

Tom hugged me noticing how I was feeling and got concerned and said “hey Y/N I got you darling? Is it your anxiety?” I nodded my head hiding my face in his chest which he kissed the top of my head and saw the ramen was all cooked and said “alright give me one moment my dear your food is ready, I’ll pour it in a bowl for you. Want a fork or spoon?” I pointed to both the fork and the spoon and said “both please, if that’s ok?..” Tom kissed my forehead and said “of course sweetheart, how about you go sit on the couch and I will bring you some soup with your favorite crackers?” I smiled at Tom and said “alright thank you babe, can I go lay down for a few minutes? ” Tom nodded after getting a bowl from the cabinet and said “great idea darling, go relax Y/N you deserve it. I’ll be there in a minute I promise.” I went over to the couch and laid down and hid my face in my hoodie wishing my anxiety would just go away.

~Tom’s POV

I put a bowl of ramen and some crackers together on a tray and went to go join Y/N in the living room and saw the state she was in and it broke my heart seeing her struggle so much with anxiety. I put the tray on a nearby table and went to kneel over by Y/N rubbing her back carefully & said “Y/N? I have your lunch, are you ready to try and eat?” She sat up slowly and said “the soup smells so good, thank you for bringing all of this to me honey you didn’t have to.” I picked up the tray and handed it to her and said “darling not to worry, I wanna take care of you.”

Y/N blushed and I felt so happy that I got her to smile, “there’s my girl’s beautiful smile” I said to her and then I had an idea that her essential oil diffuser and her comfort movie would help her relax. I got up to go get everything and Y/N panicked and said “oh no!.. please don’t go..” I kissed her head and said “oh it’s alright sweetheart I’m just gonna go get something alright?” She nodded and I left the room for a moment to find her diffuser and her favorite movie & then went back to the living room and Y/N walked over to me wrapping her arms around me.

I loved whenever Y/N hugged me, I kissed her head and said “how are you feeling my love?” She shrugged and said “eh ok, what are you holding? By the way I finished eating.” I kissed her and said “I’m proud of you Y/N and I have your oil diffuser and your favorite movie, I thought having the scent of lavender in the room would be comforting plus we can cuddle and watch lilo and stitch together.” Y/N smiled at me and leaned in to kiss me and said “Tom you are the most wonderful man, thank you for everything I love you, I wouldn’t be able to get through all this without you.” I took her hands in mine and said “darling, you are never alone I will be here for you whenever you need me I love you so much and I hate seeing you suffer I really do.” I set up the diffuser and the movie and sat down by Y/N wrapping my arm around her and I felt her cuddle up close to me and she looked so relaxed and fell asleep on me a little later due to the lavender oil and I let her rest knowing she needed sleep and I was relieved knowing she wasn’t anxious now.

~Y/N’s POV.

I woke up two hours later surprised I had fallen asleep and saw Tom smiling me and I faced him smiling and said “hi babe, when did I fall asleep?” Tom kissed my forehead and said “hmm halfway through the movie love.” I covered my face feeling embarrassed but Tom moved my hands away from my face and said “hey hey don’t worry Y/N I’m glad you were able to take a nap you needed it.” I smiled at Tom feeling so lucky and then looked at the tv to see if the movie was paused or not and it was thankfully and Tom said “can I get you anything darling? Water or some chocolate?” Both did sound kinda good but I didn’t want him doing everything for me so I got up and said “no it’s ok honey I can go get stuff, I’m gonna go get some water and a bit of my KitKat ice cream.” Tom got up with me and said “darling you sure you don’t want me to bring anything to you? I don’t mind.” I shook my head saying “don’t worry Tom you’re so sweet but it’ll be good for me to move around and stay busy, I’lll even do a round of dishes while I’m up.

Tom rubbed my back while I scooped out the ice cream and said “at least let ne help you with the dishes alright? I wanna help.” I went over to Tom wrapping my arms around his neck and I said “I would love the help Tom I love you” He kissed me once more and I saw him wink at me which made me blush, I felt my body relax more snd I felt so relieved and proud of myself for making it through another day with anxiety.

Hey lovelies ❤️🙂 I hope you will enjoy this comfort fic,I really did my best 🥺 I’ve been dealing with anxiety a lot lately so writing this was very comforting 🥹😌 to anyone going through anxiety know your aren’t alone xx

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interiordesignofthemind · 7 months

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Trail of Patience

A grumpy start, an unfamiliar trail, and a scraped knee leading to a heated argument.

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The early morning sun cast a golden hue over the rolling hills as Tom and Anna embarked on their favorite pastime — hiking. For both of them, it was a cherished escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, a way to reconnect with nature and disconnect from the demanding world.

As they started the four-mile hike along a scenic trail, it was evident that Anna was not her usual self. She had been unusually grumpy for the first two miles, her steps slightly heavier, her replies shorter, and her expression less enthusiastic.

Tom, ever the attentive and caring companion, couldn't help but notice Anna's discontent. "Is everything alright, love?" he inquired, a concerned furrow forming on his handsome features.

Anna let out a sigh, her mood momentarily overshadowing the breathtaking surroundings. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied with a tone that suggested otherwise.

The trail continued its ascent, and Tom couldn't ignore the tension in the air. His voice remained gentle as he asked, "You sure about that? You don't seem quite yourself today."

Anna walked a few paces ahead, her thoughts clouded by the discomfort she'd been experiencing. "It's just one of those days," she mumbled, her tone almost defeated.

Tom nodded, understanding her all too well. "I'm here if you want to talk about it, you know."

She forced a small smile. "I appreciate that, Tom." Anna appreciated his concern but found it hard to express her true feelings. She had started her period earlier that morning, and the cramps and mood swings had hit her hard.

The following miles passed with a heavy silence. The lush greenery, chirping birds, and the scent of pine needles were usually enough to lift their spirits, but Anna's discomfort seemed to cast a shadow over the idyllic scene.

Just as they reached the halfway point, a fork in the trail appeared, leading in two different directions. Tom looked at the map he'd brought along, then at the trail markers. "I think we should go left," he said with confidence.

Anna frowned, her patience waning. "Are you sure? It doesn't look familiar."

Tom assured her, "Positive. I've been on this trail before, and the best views are this way."

Despite her uncertainty, they continued down the path Tom had chosen. The unease between them grew as Anna couldn't help but feel that her discomfort wasn't just physical but also emotional. Her moodiness had reached its peak, and the beauty of the hike was now overshadowed by her frustration.

As they continued down the unfamiliar trail, Anna's frustration only seemed to intensify. She watched her steps carefully, but the frustration building within her was making her unsteady. Eventually, her focus wavered, and she tripped over a hidden rock, scraping her knee on the rough terrain.

"Ouch!" Anna hissed through clenched teeth, clutching her injured knee. She remained seated, her face contorted in pain, as Tom rushed to her side.

"Love, are you alright?" Tom's concern was genuine, and he crouched down, reaching for her knee.

Anna pulled her leg away. "Don't touch me," she snapped, her voice harsher than she intended.

Tom's brows furrowed, hurt and frustration flashing across his face. "I was only trying to help," he replied, his tone strained.

Anna's eyes welled with tears, a mix of pain and anger in her voice. "You've done enough already, leading us down this trail. You never listen to me."

Tom's patience was wearing thin. He stood up, his frustration evident in his voice. "I've tried to make this hike enjoyable for us, love, but it feels like you're blaming me for everything. It's as if you're looking for reasons to be upset."

Her eyes met his, filled with frustration and emotion, and her voice wavered. "I just... I just wanted this to be a good day. And now my knee hurts, and everything's gone wrong."

Tom clenched his jaw, struggling to control his own emotions. "I understand that, but taking it out on me won't make things better. I need a moment to cool off." With that, he turned and walked away, heading down the trail in the opposite direction.

Anna watched him go, feeling a mixture of anger, regret, and sadness wash over her. She realized that she had let her frustration and discomfort get the best of her, and her outburst had pushed Tom away.

She took a deep breath and looked down at her scraped knee, realizing that the pain from the injury was nothing compared to the hurt she had caused in their relationship. Anna started cleaning her wound with a first aid kit she had in her backpack, her mind racing with thoughts of how to make amends.

The forest remained quiet as she contemplated her actions, knowing that she needed to find a way to bridge the gap between them and make things right with Tom.

After some time had passed and Tom had walked a considerable distance from Anna, she decided to follow in his direction. She had regretted her earlier outburst and knew she needed to make amends. Eventually, she spotted him sitting beneath the lushest and inviting tree, its leaves forming a natural canopy.

Taking a deep breath, Anna approached Tom and sat down beside him. She hesitated for a moment before finally breaking the silence. "Tom, we should probably keep moving if we want to make it to the final destination of our hike."

Tom glanced at her, still harboring some residual frustration, but he stood up without saying a word and continued down the original trail path they had been on. Anna followed closely, appreciating his willingness to move forward.

After about a mile of hiking in silence, Anna decided to break the ice. She asked Tom about the first time they had met each other, attempting to lighten the mood.

Tom chuckled lightly, the memory bringing a smile to his face. "Yeah, I remember. It was at that dive bar last winter, right?"

Anna nodded, a fond glint in her eyes. "That's the one. I was there with another guy, but I couldn't take my eyes off you when I bumped into you while greeting my friends."

Tom remembered the encounter vividly. "I offered you a drink, and you were hesitant because you'd already reached your limit. But you took it to give to your friend."

A small laugh escaped Anna's lips. "And then when I turned around, you offered me another one. I asked how many drinks you had on hand, and you said you packed a whole 6 pack, even though you don't drink. You bought it as a prop, just to offer a pretty girl like me a drink."

Tom's smile widened as he recalled the playfulness of that night. "Well, I couldn't resist talking to you. You looked too captivating."

Their shared laughter eased the tension that had lingered during the hike, and the miles passed more swiftly. As they continued along the trail, their conversation flowed, filled with stories, laughter, and shared moments.

Finally, they reached the waterfall, the long-awaited destination of their hike. Anna couldn't help but feel grateful for the beauty of the place and the connection she had with Tom. She turned to him, a sincere look in her eyes.

"Tom, I'm really sorry for being so hard on you during the hike," she admitted. "And I appreciate your patience and understanding."

Tom smiled; his eyes filled with warmth. "I'm sorry too, love. I don't like arguing with you, and I hate seeing you so grumpy. I love you, and I want us to enjoy our time together."

With their differences set aside, they both took a moment to appreciate the waterfall's serene beauty. As they stood there hand in hand, they realized that sometimes the best journeys are not just about the destination but the shared experiences and the love they build along the way.

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notaracooniswear · 11 months

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There is something mesmerizing with Tom hiddleston running after a ball.

Look at him go!

Im fast as Fuck BOIIIIIII

Sweet sweet baby im proud of him

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wierdfandomwired · 3 months

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As the officer arrested me, he stated: "Anything you say can and will be held against you. "

"Tom Hiddleston." I replied.

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nildespirandum · 1 year

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Loki has some family time and Nora entertains the troops.

18+ only, starting in this chapter. All tags found on AO3.

Reblogs are the greatest love of all.

Chapter 16: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” ― George Bernard Shaw

Knowing he would have to put in a true appearance to his affianced and the others, Loki had stopped a passing servant carrying a tray of libations and used a quick bit of seidr that he’d learned when he and Thor were but boys to transform it into a sobering potion. There were other, quicker ways of burning the drunkenness from his body more directly, but they made a filthy stink that could not be easily dispelled.

Sadly, though he had learned to make such potions efficacious in the extreme - necessary for both his brother and himself on a number of painful occasions - even Loki’s mastery of magic was not enough to make it taste like anything other than bile and ashes. Seidr was a wondrous tool, yet not without occasional side effects. Holding his nose, he gulped it down in one swallow and tossed the cup over his shoulder before entering the courtyard.

Odin was hosting the Vanir in what had been Frigga’s favorite herb garden, so he was able to skin a few mint leaves from a sprig to quickly chew and sweeten his breath.

A generous spread of bland and heavy foods from around the Nine had been laid, along with rarest vintages and cordials, a lovely person with their head bent over an ancient, enchanted harp that they strummed tunelessly in a corner, and an honor guard of Odin’s personal bodyguard were all present to show that, despite certain rumors to the contrary, the All-Father was feting Loki in the manner of an Asgardian prince.

Stepping out of view behind a tapestry-hung arbor, Loki mentally called to his double who excused himself from what was most certainly a fascinating conversation with Prince Taak, quietly evaded the notice of the other guests, and joined him.

It smiled at him, “Just in time. If I had to listen to his Highness one more moment I was going to try that spell that turns the tongue into a hissing viper. On myself.”

“Anything I should know? Did Odin offer Keithia’s parents a cask of diamonds or a minor world for us to live on Vanaheim?”

“Nothing of any import. Many toasts. Many boasts. All of them are what is expected, nothing new.” They exchanged a look.

Only he himself knew how very bored he was of Asgard. At some point, between Thor deferring his taking of the throne and Loki’s decision to help himself by helping the Avengers and their pals against Thanos, he had woken up one morning in Stark’s ugly monument to his own hubris, looked out at New York and realized that while he didn’t want to stay there he didn’t want to go home, either.

Asgard was beautiful. Asgard was splendid. Asgard was … familiar, known, dull. And the rest of the Nine was filled with so many ugly, seedy, curious mysteries.

No. Frigga had wanted him here. To marry into her family, to make sure that Thor didn’t accidentally give away the home Realm in a badly done negotiation - assuming he ever returned to take the throne - and to be the prince she’d always envisioned him as.

“Your father is so proud of you today,” she had said, fixing the collar of his tunic on the day he received his first battle honor from Odin. Loki had been nervous, rubbing his hands together, and fidgeting from foot to foot.

Thor had received his first honor already, and Loki knew that he was not as beloved by the populace. Too many tricks and japes in his boyhood, too many jokes at the expense of … everyone really.

Would anyone cheer? Why would anyone cheer Odin’s less favored child?

“And one day,” Frigga continued, brushing a lock of his hair back into place and using a bit of seidr to polish his pauldrons, “when you know yourself and become who you are meant to be, I hope you will be proud of yourself.”

Then she kissed him on the cheek, light as a sheet of paper drifting downward, turned him towards the throne room, and gave him a tiny shove forward when he hesitated for a moment at the sight of the crowd waiting to see his acclaim.

There was silence, until Frigga cheered, and then the crowd as well, echoing higher and higher, and through the halls of the palace.

And they would again, soon, in ten days when his wedding took place.

“Perhaps,” his duplicate broke into his revere, “I should go keep your special guest company whilst you entertain your family. She is probably terribly bor-”

Loki did not let the presumptuous thing finish that statement, drawing back in the seidr that gave it form before going to join the All-father and his future family.

The gathering finally broke up, Loki having thankfully missed all but the last hour.

He had achieved little other than sore feet and an aching face from smiling pleasantly far longer than he could ever recall having bothered with before. Not a thing he’d hoped to accomplish had he managed. Keithia had become no more interesting to him, though thankfully no less either, Taak clearly had some manner of protective charm or amulet around him since the minor cantrips Loki had sent toward the prince in hopes of causing him social embarrassment through either flatulence or spilling had bounced away to affect other, less deserving partygoers.

Not that it lacked amusement to see Sif’s expression at her clenching efforts when borborygmus churned through her intestines whilst in a group hovering about the Vanir Queen Consort.

Even worse, the little chat he managed with the Storypperstepræstinde gave him no more information than he already had about the impending dissolution of everything that would come from his and Keithia not marrying. Indeed, so gifted and experienced with mystical double-talk and religion-based obfuscation was the ancient priestess that Loki was fairly certain that speaking with her left him substantially less informed than he had been before.

All she had left him with was a blessing, a beatifically empty smile, and a certainty that she was not lying. Whatever peril her vision predicted for them all if the wedding did not take place was perhaps not true, but she clearly believed it was.

He told as much to Odin, murmuring about it under his breath as they said goodnight to their guests. “So one way or another the wedding will have to take place in ten days - no, nine days time. Hope the palace staff can be ready for an influx of important figures and their hangers-on at such short notice,” Loki said through his teeth as he gave Sif a true grin as she rushed past them, clearly desperate to find a private corner of the gardens to let rip.

“Worry not for such matters,” Odin said, graciously inclining his head towards Lord Ve’amer, the current ambassador from Nidavellir, who Loki knew the All-father found insipid though from his expression of benevolent respect one would never know.

No matter how … fraught their relationship had been since Loki hit puberty - a trying event for everyone, especially himself - and how outright foul it had been since the revelation of his origins, there was no question that he had been an apt pupil for much of Odin’s royal tutelage.

A frown flitted across Loki’s face, a fact he was only aware of due to the brief relief from smiling it offered him, as he wondered if perhaps the reason Odin had so favored Thor has as much to do with Loki taking after him in unflattering ways as it did anything else.

He mentally shook the thought off. Ludicious. What a very human bit of … what did they call it? psychology that was. He’d clearly been spending too much time with Nora.

“Worry only about dealing with your entanglement,” Odin turned to face Loki, the last guest having gone. “The humans are under your brother’s protection, so Taak taking matters into his own hands would cause a rift greater than any that could be healed by a marriage of secondary heirs.”

Choosing to ignore and refusing to name the feeling that generated somewhere between his liver and his lungs at the thought of what Taak would do that would cause that interstellar incident, Loki turned his smile to a smirk. “Am I still an heir? What a lovely surprise. Or was that part of the marriage contract? Does Njord require an Imperial heir for his pretty child? Clearly, you are as desperate to fulfill Frigga’s wish as I am if you are willing to agree to such terms.”

The All-father did not deign to reply, only turned rather slowly, rather heavily, and walked away, his honor guard following like water seeping through a gap.

He found Nora singing.

That she would go back to his chambers after his unpleasantly abrupt and self-pityingly rude farewell Loki knew was impossible. Not that she would have even had he been gracious and thoughtful and not kissed her. Nora had a boldness, a curiosity, that was ill-matched to the fragility of her mortal form, and though he had denied it to himself before Loki found it exhilarating.

“Ok, ok, one more time!” Nora laughed, taking a sip from her winecup as the small, merry crowd of off-duty servants and einherjar that had gathered about in a corner of an otherwise empty, firelit mead-hall called for more. She had appropriated a kordofon from one of the court musicians somewhere and was strumming as if it were a guitar. “But aren’t you all sick of this one yet?”

Tankards and horn cups rose in the air, as did shouts of “nay!” and “again!”

Her dark hair had bits of gold that only showed in the firelight he knew, even if he could not see them now. Her pale face was merry and pink with warmth. Seated back against the high, quilted leather back of the inglenook she looked like a jewel in a treasure chest.

“Ok, ok,” she said, shaking her head with a smile. “Like my aunt always said, the audience may be wrong, but they are always right. Here we go.”

“As I walked out in the streets of Laredo

As I walked out in Laredo one day

I saw a young cowboy, wrapped all in white linen

Wrapped in white linen, as cold as the clay”

Cheery, Loki thought, but songs and sagas of youthful death were always popular with the warriors and the servants were probably happy to have anyone offering them a chance to sit and be entertained.

Anyone who had such a lovely voice as Nora. Sweet and clever. Low and witty. And quite loud, when she wanted to be.

When she wanted her voice to be, Loki mentally corrected himself.

At the end, all of the gathered had heard the songs enough times to join in -

“Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Sing the Death March as you carry me along

Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me

I'm a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong ”

Tankards were smashed and cries of another sounded in the air, loud sobs echoed for when drunk the people of Asgard felt free to express every maudlin sentiment and tear that they normally hid. As they wept and wailed Nora took another drink and smiled, no, rather, grinned widely, bowing her head to their praises.

Before all had had a chance to fully recover from their collective unseemly display she took another drink, this time with a small smile into her cup only for herself - and Loki, though she knew it not - then started gently plying the strings of the kordofon , taking a moment as her fingers stumbled over the still unfamiliar instrument and then found another song within it to play.

For a few moments, the unappreciative oafs who sat about her wailed and spoke over her singing. Loki longed to snap his fingers and steal their irksome voices, or even better, to send them on their way that he alone might hear. At the same time he took pleasure in watching her in secret, certain that she would perform differently, act differently, should she know he was present.

Ignoring them, she sang on, her eyes lowered to her fingers, hidden by the dark fringe of her lashes hiding their brightness.

Finally, finally, they quieted and Loki could hear.

“ Then come sit by my side if you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

Just remember the Red River Valley

And the one that has loved you so true… ”

There was a space within Loki, tender if not painful, that he had never known was there. Perhaps because it had never been touched before. Nora’s voice found it, somewhere between his liver and his lights. He lay his palm flat against his stomach, listening.

“I've been thinking a long time, my darling,

Of the sweet words you never would say ,”

It was a long song, sad, sadder even than the one wherein the boy was shot to death. At the end, as she sang “...the one who has loved you so true…” the number of cups dashed to the flagstones of the mead-hall thundered and deafened, and she looked straight at Loki and winked.

She had known he was there all along.

He snorted softly, feeling that tenderness that was like a bruise that had not yet blossomed or perhaps like something else, spread wider within him. Of course, she had known.

She found Loki lying in wait.

For her.

The old songs had been a hit. Nora had figured that folk music was probably pretty universal, even in the actual universe and that if the Asgardian taste in lyrics was anything like their taste in many other things they’d go for something simple, violent, and a little depressing.

She hadn’t sung Red River Valley since the third-grade show at Armour Elementary. She’d worn a pair of too-big cowboy boots Claire had borrowed from a friend who sang in a country band and almost fell off the stage doing a square dance. But she had stayed in key and gotten a curtain call, though that probably had more to do with the laugh she got from accidentally kicking one of the boots into the behind of one of the boys dressed as a cow.

Knowing what her aunt would do, Nora had grabbed the cow’s hoof-gloved hand and dragged him to take the bow with her, and later they had shared a first kiss in the tiny space between the bathrooms that were being used as dressing rooms.

After all of her new friends - Ajan and Siya who worked in the dairy kitchen, and their five identical brothers who guarded the treasury, the numerous Svens and Astrids who were either warriors or sculleries, Egil who made shoes and Anna who shoed horses, and Sigurd who was the All-Father’s champion and Sylfa who hunted trolls in the mountains and Lars who did the dishes, all of the dishes because was part troll himself and had ten heads and ten sets of arms - had gone, with one of the Svens promising to return the not-a-guitar she’d been abusing to its owner, she stretched her feet and fingers toward the fire for a few moments before figuring Loki would have had plenty of time to make it back to his rooms and be pretending to be asleep.

Even if he had come to check on her, Nora was certain he would probably prefer to pretend their little kiss earlier hadn’t happened.

She was wrong.

Of course, she was.

He sat on a chair just within the massive doors to his chambers, standing when she closed the door behind her. Moving towards her, slowly, his eyes on hers, moving as if she were some wild thing that might run from him if he did not keep her eyes trapped and was not slow, was not very slow.

She might have run, but he was so slow it made her slow. Something in his gaze made her feel heavy. Not hypnotized or trapped, but as if her feelings for him - some denied and most ignored - had taken on a weight that pinned her back to the door and her feet to the floor until he was upon her.

Long fingers laced through her hair, while his other hand lifted her chin, “I am going to kiss you again, if I may?”

Several responses came to Nora, even as she found herself leaning into the strong fingertips that almost too gently massaged her scalp. “I thought you were more of a forgiveness rather than permission guy.” Or, “I don’t know that I would have called that a kiss, earlier, but if you say so.”

She went with, “Wait, you are asking what I think about something? You must have a fever. You should sit down.”

“Gladly,” he whispered close enough that the words brushed her lips, before lifting her up, and sitting back down with her upon his lap.

Nora gulped, feeling his cock hard against her hip, smelling the warmth of his clean skin and the pine from his hair. “This is probably a bad idea.”

“Terrible,” he nuzzled her neck, her ear, each touch making her toes clench, making her cunt prickle with the speed at which it grew wet and open and eager for him.

“But we are going to do this anyway, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” he agreed and informed at once, his hand spreading wide and big and greedy across her lower belly, so the tip of his pinky found the top of her sex, her clit, lightly rubbing back and forth across it getting lighter and lighter as she tried to raise herself to more of that touch until her back was bowed and Loki’s firm arm pushed her back down.

“I want to hear your voice, auðr , sing a song that only I shall ever hear.”

Nora had a past and even if it had been a while since that past had involved much more than a vibrator when Claire was out of the house to get her hair done it was on the border of embarrassing how quickly and completely she was ready. For anything he offered.

His lips dragged up her chin to her mouth, which was as open and waiting for him as every other part of her. Her arms that felt like they were holding pliant marble, sinuous as a viper, her legs that fell more lax and open, her eyes that despite how close they were stayed open so she could see his face. His beautiful, imperious face that she could finally look at without worrying she was giving too much of herself away to him.

He devoured her, his mouth showing none of the reticence and teasing of his touch. Cradling her head, keeping her where he needed her, his tongue fucked her roughly, as if he could collapse them together, he tasted as hot and needy as Nora was between her legs.

Gasping as his hand slid further, cupping her over her trousers, the heel of his palm taking the place of that tiny, unsatisfying touch, Nora reached down and pushed his hand harder, her own fingers lacing with his, those fingers feeling small.

She felt small and taken and out of control and he pressed and ground down and when her free hand snagged his hair hard as she could he barked with pleasure and bit her lip enough to draw a little blood and turned his hand as exactly, perfectly, sharply as she needed, more than she had ever needed, more than she had ever been given even by lovers who had come to know her body well, so she locked her thighs around their locked hands and met his rubbing, knowing, satisfying motions and convulsed once and twice and then came and came and came until she was weak and panting and making noises against his now slow and stealing mouth.

When she reached between them, to offer him the same service, to enjoy the sight of how he would look undone, he carefully moved her hand away. “No, no,” he muttered as he did.

Ah.

She got it. This was a performance rather than an intimacy.

Nora stood, straightening her shirt and nodded, “See you in the morning, then,” walking off with the little dignity that could be mustered by someone who looked like they had been sitting in a cold puddle.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Loki raise a hand towards her, only to let it fall back into his lap, and felt a little better when he winced, knowing the big jackass had probably just wanged his own wang.

She hoped it hurt. A lot.

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