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“I Hope You’re The Last...” Part 3

A/N: Hello!! This is my first story… I hope it isn’t as bad as I think it is :)! Please enjoy and don’t plagiarize if ya wouldn’t mind :)!

Imagine: You are the last resort for peace among Asgard. Although Odin and your family have made it clear you are to marry Thor. Fate makes you choose between the Sons for the safety of Asgard depends on it…..

Warnings: cussing, a whole lot of fluff, sexual intentions, and violence

“Okay..... breathe..... Phasmatos navaro pulsus sanguinox.” Air swirls all around me. My magic coursing through my vains causing me to roll my eyes back. The pain was unbearable, every bone felt like it was slowly breaking. Focus I can’t break the spell or it’ll backfire. Screams fill the hallways of the palace. I was warned about the effects dark magic has on royals, but it didn’t matter. Conscienceness creeps into my mind as guilt consumes my every being. I scream moving my hands to a nearby bird. Finishing the spell I watch the innocent creature desinagrate. It has only been a week in the palace and every chance she gets she uses her magic. Spending hours a day hiding while my wounds heal is not how I wanted to spend my time here. I’ve gotten no where with the princes and time is running out. My head is spinning at the overwhelming amount of guilt I feel. Getting up I walk towards the door. Maybe some magic training will cheer my spirits. Making my way over to the training room was quite difficult as I had unnecessary company. “Y/N!” Stopping in my tracks I glance over my shoulder. Thor was running towards me with the biggest smile on his face. “Thor.” I say bowing hoping he’ll let me be on my way. “Where have you been?”

“Addressing personal matters.”

“Such as.”

“My mother.”

“You know she’s in the infirmary.”

“That is such a shame.”

“Why do I get a feeling that you already know?”

“I don’t know Thor..”

“Y/N? What did you do?”

“Nothing Thor! Now if you’ll excuse me I have training to do!” I yell storming into the training room. The door slams behind me; rage filling every being of my existence. A poor fighter dummy catches my wrath as flams flow through my fingers. Melting every inch of the metal off. “Well wouldn’t I like to not be on your bad side..” “OH FUCK! LOKI!!!” I yell scared half to death. He laughs a deep laugh smiling just ever so slightly. He walks around the room eyeing my poor victim. “I must say that was absolutely lame.” He says smirking. I scoff rolling my eyes at his remark. “Well how many people can do that?” “I’d rather not find out. Besides my magic is far more powerful then yours puny witch.” He says smirking at me waiting for my challenge. “Is that so my royal doucheness. Well how about we test that theory?” I challenge matching him step for step around the room. “If you wish.... Princess.” He says holding up his hand.

Green lights flowed through them effortlessly as he waited. Raising my hand showing the velvet blue color. We stand there sizing each other up. Suddenly Loki was gone, vanished, poofed himself out of sight. Smiling I wave my hand around waiting for his figure to appear. He was coming at my right side oblivious to the fact he had been seen. With a flick of my wrist he was sent flying to the wall. A chuckle escapes my lips at his bewilderment. “How did you see me?” “It was just a guess.” I smile innocently at him. He smiles back before duplicating himself over and over again. Bastard. They move in sync circling me. I hold my hand to my chest embracing the magic. Slowly the velvet blue aura covers my body. I walk to each ‘Loki’ eyeing them carefully. Suddenly a hand grabs me from behind. “Hey no touching the merchandise!” I yell. While in unison the Loki’s smile. A bright flash of green sends me flying back against the wall. I look up to see only one Loki now smiling content with himself. I fly off the ground swirling around him. “Y/N! Not fair!” He whines causing me to roll my eyes. “Well duplicating yourself wasn’t fair either. Besides you said you were more powerful.” I shoot back making him more mad. “How about rules? No flying and no duplicating?” He asks looking up at me with no emotion. “Well we already broke those rules.... and I don’t play fair” I say my voice coming out more amused then anything. “Who says I don’t?”

“No one.”

“Why don’t you play fair?”

“Because then I’m like everyone else.”

“You could never be like anyone else.” He mumbles trying to make sure I don’t hear. “I’m flattered but that’s a lie.”

“How so?”

“If you strip away the magic and money I’m another random girl. Besides playing fair doesn’t keep you waiting.” I say throwing a smirk his way. Amusement plays on his face while he thinks. “Then a proposal? Every time either of us hit a wall..... clothing comes off.” He says with a devilish smirk. I contemplate the consequences of these actions. Well you end up naked, or rumors ruin your maidenhood. Yet again who is going to find out?  “Deal.” I just have to win. He smirks before raising his hand. Green lights come at me pushing me towards the wall. I fly upwards causing the magic to change course. Loki flys into the nearest wall knocking the air from his lungs. Laughing I didn’t realize the wall in my way. Seconds later I collide face first crumpling to the ground. I groan standing up. Loki smirks waiting for me to up hold the deal. I kick off my heels earning a very annoyed scoff. “You said clothing, and shoes are clothing.” “That is highly unfair.”

“How so?” He ponders the idea before removing his jacket. The next 30 minutes felt like hours. Both of us earning bruises from the walls. I slowly start to undo my dress when Thor walks in. “Brother. Y/N. We are needed in the throne room.” He says eyeing us with disgust. Loki scoffs, “Couldn’t you have waited 30 more minutes?” Thor just rolls his eyes turning on his heels. I use my magic to get ready hurrying to catch up with him. “What’s the rush?” I stop looking at Loki anger eveident on my face. “I am going to make sure neither of us are shamed.” “Why would I? I am a prince. I can do what I please.” “Excuse me, but I am a princess and my honor is important.” “Honor? My dear you are just a pet. A pawn in our kingdoms to unite them. Believe me your honor is as important as the whores honor.” He says carelessly picking up his jacket. I raise my head holding a tight smile. “Well then I think I’m ready to make my choice.” I say rushing to find Thor. He was already 3 halls down from me. “Thor!” I yell hoping he would stop for me. He slows down his pace, but keeps going which only infuriates me more. “Thor Odinson, Prince of Asgard, I declare you stop!” I yell causing his whole body to go rigid. I quickly close the gap between us slowing when I was in front. He held his gaze forward not daring to look at me. “Your highness....” He grits out slowly lowering his gaze. “Please drop the formalities. Can we talk please?” I plea hoping he would oblige. “Coming from the one who royally decreed me to stop... in my own home!” He scoffs allowing his intense gaze to fall on me fully. His eyes piercing blue were darker then usual. He bore into my head as if to make me disappear. “I’m sorry, but I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to explain myself to you. You have been so kind to me all the time I’ve been here. You’ve been patient and gentle. You put up with my stubbornness and my will to be indecisive. Please let me explain for I fear this will change how you see me in your eyes.” I sputter out. He softens at my words letting his shoulders fall. “Nothing could change how I see you.” He whispers catching my eyes in his once again. A small smile forms on my face as

I tell him everything within the past hour or so. He nods his head as he digests every ounce of information he receives. I wait for his response as he thinks deeply. “Y/N. Listen I know you are in a tough situation. I know you like me, but you also fancy Loki.” He says pacing a little. I am shocked by his words. “Thor.” He cuts me off with his hand before continuing. “Don’t lie to me please. I know your fate, but you must figure this out yourself. I know we can be happy together if you give us a chance, however; that same chance must be given to Loki as well. You must decide for yourself who will make you a better queen, a better warrior, and a better person altogether. That is when you’ll know who to choose.” He says stopping in front of me while gently cupping my face in his hands. I look up to meet his eyes smiling gravely. He nods his head before leading us into the throne room.

Odin sat at the throne and to his right was Frigga. Loki was standing before them causing me to wonder how he got here so fast. “My sons. Y/N.” Odin speaks allowing time for his voice to echo off of the gold walls. We bow before the king paying our due respects. “I am quite displeased that there has yet to be a matrimony. Hence forth I give you lady Y/N 3 days to choose your husband. My sons I give you 3 day to make her decision easier. That is all.” He says before standing. We bow once more making room for him to leave. Frigga stops us from leaving. “Lady Y/N how do you feel about my sons?” She asks. “Well they both are quite different. I find one good company and the other tolerable at first before becoming good company. One lets me rant to him while the other uses diversions to ignore problems.” I say smiling towards the queen.

She chuckes softly allowing a small smile to escape. “Well I have an idea of who is who. My dear I’m sorry for the short notice but please understand it’s for the good of our kingdoms.” She says with a sad smile. I simply nod curtsying while she walks away. A sigh leaves my lips as I look at the two brothers. “Well lady Y/N hurry up we don’t have all day.” Loki says while tapping his foot impatiently. “Pardon me?” I ask giving him a confused look. He sighs before turning around and walking off. “Don’t mind him.” Thor says placing a hand on my shoulder. His hand sits there a little too long, but neither of us move. “How about a tour of the kingdom?” Thor offers causing me to question him. “Why? I mean don’t get me wrong your kingdom is magnificent.” I say slowly pulling from his grip. “But?” he asks reaching for my hand. “I...I.... I miss my home.” I say deflated.

“I’m sorry you were forced to leave your home Lady Y/N...But I can promise if you allow it, Asgard will not disappoint you.” Thor whispers softly searching your eyes for any signs. Before you could respond Hiemdall enters the thrown room. “Lady Y/N.. may I have a word?” he asks before bowing before Thor. You smile a soft smile towards Thor before walking towards Hiemdall. “Yes Hiemdall?” I ask confused with what could be so important. “I have come to tell you a piece of information.”

“Such as” I ask narrowing my eyes at him.

“I think it is time for you to know who you are going to marry.” he says with a smile, like he just won an award. My breathing stops for a second.

“Pardon me?” I ask not sure he just said what I think he just said.

“I’m sorry for the confusion Princess. I told the Queen what she needed to hear in order for you to make a decision, but knowing it wouldn't come to it.”

“I’m still confused?”

“The royal family has been planning you to marry Loki this whole time not Thor.” he says watching for your reaction. When you don’t answer he takes it as his cue to continue.

“Lady Y/N you will thrive with either Odinson as your Husband. However, I fear Loki would cause you more harm. You see Loki cares about 2 things in this entire realm. Himself and his magic. The moment you 2 are marries your magic becomes his and vice versa. He can channel you wherever you are and take whatever he please with your magic. Henceforth I advise you to marry Thor.” he says while slowly gazing around for any unwanted ears.

“Why is my marrying Loki bad?” I ask causing my brows to crease from confusion. He sighs before meeting my gaze again. “That means if he plans to attack another realm he would win. Innocents would die at his hands. There would be destruction and war among the realms and it will ruin the peace amongst us.” he says with a conviction so strong. I flinch back at his tone afraid it was directed at me. “I’m sorry Princess that was rude.” he says before continuing.

“Haven’t you noticed the way you are with him. You are relaxed and at peace, with Loki you are on edge and that is not how love works my dear. I only tell you this because you deserve to know.” He says straightening himself up awaiting for my answer. I slowly nod my head taking a peak at Thor who is watching us like a hawk. “Well then Hiemdall I think it is time to tell the Queen my choice.” I say looking back at him holding his gaze. He waits for you to continue while slowly bowing. “Tell her I am ready to marry Thor.”

“I Hope You’re The Last...” Part 2

A/N: Hello!! This is my first story… I hope it isn’t as bad as I think it is :)! Please enjoy and don’t plagiarize if ya wouldn’t mind :)!

Imagine: You are the last resort for peace among Asgard. Although Odin and your family have made it clear you are to marry Thor. Fate makes you choose between the Sons for the safety of Asgard depends on it…..

Words: 1986

I wander the many halls of the palace. How on earth did I get mixed up in some dumb old prophecy? I sigh giving up when I turn another corner. Lost in my thoughts I didn’t realize another person in my company. “Hmmm and what do we have here?” I look for the person responsible for the voice. I am met with a tall figure standing in my path. He was quite stunning. His armor sleek gold with black trim followed by a green cape hanging loosely off his shoulders. His eyes a green blue perfectly accenting his black hair. Which was done back not daring to touch his face. I gaze at the stranger before I realize who he is. “Prince Loki.” I saw bowing before him. He lets out a cold laugh before walking closer.

“Princess Y/N. My what a marvelous sight you are. Tell me are you not to be getting ready for a wedding?” I look up meeting his eyes. There was no emotion present within them. He kept his guard up forcing me to do the same.

“What concern is it to you?”

“Well it is a simple question.”

“A question I do not have to answer.”

“Is that so?” He eyes me up and down like a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey. I straighten my posture forcing my head higher. He towers over me easily but height doesn’t make a person a intimidating. He closes the gap in a single stride. My breathe hitches in my throat at his close proximity. “Don’t you think you should pay proper respect to your prince?” He says amusement lacing his voice. I hold a tight smile, “And shouldn’t you pay proper respects to a princess?” I challenge earning a scoff from him. We stand there eyeing each other for some time. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I have pressing matters to attend to.” I saw bowing. I walk past him leaving him standing in the hall. “Ah Y/N!” He says forcing me to turn around. “Welcome to Asgard and the family.” He laughs before walking in the opposite direction. I stand still watching him walk away.

My chambers were rather large for my liking. The servents decorated the room with my house colors. For that I am grateful, because I would have thrown up if it was a mixture of green and red. A four post bed sits at the edge of the left wall. To the right a vast vanity stood alongside a tiny desk. Across from me stood two large glass doors. I open the doors to find a beautiful balcony. The view overlooked the city. It was breathtaking how the sun danced over the gold. People were scurrying along the busy streets. Despite my belief that the people were poor; they were indeed quite wealthy. I lean against the railing admiring the view. Closing my eyes I focus on the sounds of chatter and laughter from below. It filled me with great joy to know these people loved their land. Before I knew it I was no long hanging on to the railing. I open my eyes discovering I was floating off the balcony. Smiling I glide over the railing and towards the city. The air gently kissing my skin as I fly. A laugh escapes me as the warmth sensation of my powers spread through me. I pass the palace gates seeing the bewilderment on the guards facing. I know before too long Odin will be looking for me. I stop above the center of the city, turning fully around to admire the kingdom. Feeling satisfied I set course back to my balcony back at the palace. I was maybe a yard away before seeing the crowd on my balcony. I recognized Odin immediately, along with my family. Frigga was sitting down admiration written on her face. Thor and Loki were among them as well. I smile secretly to myself at the confusion on their faces.

“Your highnesses.... father and mother. What pleasure do I have having you all on my balcony.” I say bowing in the air. No one spoke as they each looked at each other. Frigga spoke up ending the deafening silence. “My dear you are flying!?” She half yells. I smile kindly towards her while nodding my head. She looks at me with awe before smiling herself. “Well I must say your powers have far exceeded my expectations.” She says before standing. She grabs Odin’s arm gently pulling him towards my door. I land looking at my father pleased with myself. “My dear...” He was cut off by my mothers hand hitting my face. I stand still as stone as rage fills her eyes. “How dare you?” She yells. I look away from her towards Thor and Loki who seem taken back by the scene in front of them. My father turns towards my mother acting as a shield. “Droyja!” My father says with clenched teeth. I touch his shoulder moving him to the side. I lock eyes with my mother. “Yes mother.... did you have something to say?” I say while grinding my teeth. She scoffs and raises her hand again. I catch it before I could come in contact with my face. She pulls away anger flashing in her eyes. “I should have killed you the day you were born. You are nothing but a disgrace to this family!” That was all she said before shoving past my father. I stand still keeping my emotions as bay while guest were present. “I’m sorry for the display you had to witness your highnesses.” I say bowing. My cheek burns as the wound begins to heal. Of course she used the ringed hand this time. I stand back up smiling plainly. “Y/N I will see you at dinner my dear.” My father says before exiting the overly tense balcony. Thor shifts uncomfortably as the silence drags on. “Princess Y/N it was a pleasure to see you... I look forward to your company this evening.” He says before bowing. I curtsy in return and with that he left. It was only me and Loki on the balcony now. His eyes held mine, neither of us said a word. He bowed holding my gaze showing his understanding before leaving me alone.

I stay there letting my emotions get the best of me. The tears welling up I while slamming the balcony doors shut. A scream escapes my lips echoing outside throughout the kingdom. A blue aura covers my body slowly turning a deep red shade. I grip the rails on the balcony turning my knuckles white. Screams and sobs leave my lips as the humiliation and sadness takes over. A slow rumble vibrates the ground as my eyes become clouded with held in tears. I scream at the pain I was feeling. This causes the whole kingdom to shake as if it was hit with an earthquake. Collapsing to the floor I silently cry as the aura fades away back into my body. People shouting was all I heard before resting my eyes into a much needed sleep.

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I wake up to a servent girl shaking me. “Princess dinner is ready.” She says oblivious to my tear stained cheeks. I nod slowly gathering myself up from the cold cement floor. I smile kindly at her dismissing her from my presence. I enter my chambers to see items scattered along the floors. Sighing I pick up the fallen items before making sure I was presentable. With a quick touch up to my makeup I was perfect almost. I leave the room to find a servent waiting to lead me to the dining hall. We walk through several hallways before stopping at grand golden doors. She quickly opens the door allowing me to see inside. Of course more gold, I enter bowing before the king and queen.

“Princess have a seat beside your mother.” Frigga says motioning to my mother. I visibly stiffen but continue to walk towards the available seat. Odin and Frigga sat opposite each other at the large table. Thor, my father and Loki sat in front of me and my mother. Dinner was awkward to say the least. Thor and Odin talked loudly about his training and the random earthquake incident. I lowered my head trying to avoid the conversation. “Y/N sit up I didn’t raise you to be rude.” My mother whispers grabbing my wrist. Her hold was so tight it hurt. I try to pull away but she just tightens her grip. “Lihednat Dolchitni....” she whispers while pricking her finger. I feel my throat close making it impossible to breathe. I bring my hand to my throat hoping my magic will counteract hers. “Listen here daughter. You will obey me until this is all over and you are married. If you make on wrong step to cross me you will die painfully slow. Nod your head so I know you understand.” She says looking at me. I nod slowly struggling to see. She removes her hand and I gasp for air causing everyone to turn to me.

“I’m... sorry.... may... I..... be.... excused..?” I struggle to say having to breather between each word. Frigga nods her head concern in her eyes. I stand up quickly almost falling over. Luckily a servent caught me before I could. Straightening up I scurry out of the room. The doors close behind me allowing me to collapse on them. I gasp for air trying to control my breathing. I glance at my wrist seeing the purple bruises form from my mothers grip. Suddenly my wrist snaps backwards. Tears prick the edges of my eyes as my wrist sears in pain. Ok mother if this is how you want to play.... I’ll play.

I walk back to my room to calm down. My wrist has healed back to its normal state thanks to my father. When I was little he placed a healing spell on me due to my mothers unending torture. I lay down hoping to catch rest but before I could a knock came upon my door. I reluctantly get up to answer the knocking. “Hello?” “Y/N it’s me Thor. I wanted to see what happened to you at dinner.”

“I’m fine.”

“Open the door and we can talk.”

“I appreciate the concern, but really I’m fine.”

“Can I come in to talk then?” I finally open the door allowing him inside. He smiles before entering. He looks around the room admiring its simplicity. “Why do you put up with her?” His question shocks me. “I don’t think I know what you mean.” “Yes you do.” His eyes meet mine with a piercing stare. I sigh motioning to the bed for us to sit. “Thor it is much more complicated then you think.” I say looking at him. He was quite handsome his blonde hair and blue eyes suited him. He was in his silver armor, yet his red cape was missing. “Then uncomplicate it for me.”

“Why should I do that?”

“Well you are to be my wife. I should at least no why you do what you do.”

“You are mistaken.”

“How is that?”

“I am not getting married to you as of right now.” This confuses him tremendously. “What is this you speak of?” He asks standing up. I sigh closing my eyes. “As of now I will marry whomever I fall for.” I say glancing at him. He paces back and forth at this information. “Well then I will win your heart.” He says smiling like he has just discovered a new realm. “Thor....” I started but was cut off by his loud laughing. He looks crazy in this moment laughing to himself. “Goodnight Y/N.” He says before leaving me alone. I sit still wondering what the hell has just happened.

“I Hope You’re The Last...” Part 1

A/N: Hello!! This is my first story... I hope it isn’t as bad as I think it is :)! Please enjoy and don’t plagiarize if ya wouldn’t mind :)!

Imagine: You are the last resort for peace among Asgard. Although Odin and your family have made it clear you are to marry Thor. Fate makes you choose between the Sons for the safety of Asgard depends on it.....

Words: 2227

Alfheim... that was my home. Not Asgard, no not some golden magical city, or the most glamours realm in the entire universe. Alfheim may not be dripped in gold but it was beautiful. The mere simplicity of my planet is what makes it beauty. No there wasn’t much but there was just enough, enough to make even the coldest of hearts melt. I let out a sigh hoping all my pint up anger will disappear.

“Now Y/N... Please remember that it isn’t only your reputation at stake.” My mother says flatly while looking out the window. I roll my eyes and scoff at her. “Oh dearest mother, how could I?” My voice laced with sarcasm. This earns the quick backhand from her. I no longer flinch or cower in fear like when I was little. I have grown used to the beatings my mother bestowed upon me. I have always been a daddy’s girl, something my mother despises. “In Vanaheim daughters were to be just like their mothers. Not follow their father into throne hearings or take up fighting.” My mother would constantly say. Although I never understood why she bothered. Normally I’d be gone before she could finish that sentence. My father was a kind and gentle spirit. He would never lay his hands on a innocent child. He let me take up defense training when I was young. He knew I was special from the beginning. Unlike Midgard, Alfheim is surrounded by magic. It is in the air we breathe and the ground we walk on. Citizens could access this magic by sacrificing their blood back to the planet. For they came from it they must return back to it. However, royals were special; our magic was limitless always around us. We don’t have to sacrifice blood for our magic, yet it runs through us; like a river ever flowing.

“Come child, tell me what troubles you.” My father sighs. I didn’t have to say anything for him to know. That is what makes our bond special, he could sense my aura from miles away. I sigh knowing it was useless to confide in him, but just maybe he’d hear me.

“Father I can’t do this...”

“And why not? Weren’t you born to be queen?”

“Well yes, but of Alfheim! Not of Asgard, not to someone I barely know!”

“Y/N... Life isn’t always easy. If it was then there would be no point in living, now would there?” His question takes me back a notch. How could this be useful is any sense? “Stop overthing dear you’ll hurt yourself.” He says with a chuckle. I sit at his feet grasping his hand. “Father how do I do this? I mean leave my home and you behind? How can I marry a man I barely know? What do I do? What should I do? Why isn’t easy?” I ask looking for his guidance. He reaches his had down to cup my cheek before letting it fall limp at his side. He looks tired and worn down; he closes his eyes and stills time. “My dear...” he opens his eyes to meet mine. His hand leaves mine to point my eyes towards the fleeting images. “What you see are memories of my lifetime. Here the palace of Asgard... where I did most of my studying with the Allfather himself.” He smiles fonding over his childhood. I gasp at the sheer beauty of the memory. Two boys around 12 running through the gardens with wooden swords. One smaller then the other but made it up by his stoutness. The memory fades into a new one, the same boys but older now each the same height. They walk to halls seeming to recite something. “This was when I helped Odin prepare his speeches. He was so nervous not wanting to disappoint he father.” He chuckles before flashing a new picture. This memory was different, it seemed to be harder to read. I scooted closer to see but the memory faded before I could. “Father what was that?” I ask spinning back to look at him. He smiles a sweet smile before shaking his head. “That was my farewell party. That was the last time I saw Odin for a melinium.” He nods back to the images. I reluctantly gaze my eyes back towards them. This time there was the same boy but with a girl. She was beautiful, her golden hair fell perfectly out of her braids and onto her face. The boy kindly placed the loose strands behind her ear before leaning in to kiss her.

“Is that you and mother?” I ask still staring at the image.

“Yes it is.”

“Y’all look so happy.”

“We were.”

“What happened?” I ask glancing back at my father to see his expression change from joy to remorse.

“She wanted the magic our planet offered, but could never accomplish gaining it’s full power. You see darling she wasn’t born of Alfheim therefore her magic consists of that of a citizens.” He says before sighing. He shakes his head and the memories fade away into the air. “You want to know how you do this?” He asks waiting for me to respond. I simply nod my head afraid to use my words. “The answer is you are my Daughter, Y/N goddess of magic, crossroads, and the moons. Your abilities have foreseen mine since you were 1000.” He says while pinching my cheek. “You are strong, brave, kind, humble, charismatic, independent, intelligent, honest, genuine, talented, and compassionate. You are everything a woman should be to be queen. Just because I will not be with does not mean you are less than any other royal there.” He states locking his eyes with mine. I smile a grateful smile hoping he would take comfort from it.

“You’re highness.” One of the ship hands says out of breathe. My father turns to him smiling. The boy waits for a sign to continue from my father. He simply a nods his head towards the boy before looking back towards the window. “We have arrived to Asgard. We are about to land your Majesty.” The boy says bowing before exiting the room. I sigh getting up from the floor, stretching my legs as I ascend upwards. I grab my fathers hands before leading him towards the door. If I am to be this princes wife then so be it. I will not dishonor my fathers name by running from my problems. We return to my mother who stands as still as a statue next to the window. She snaps her gaze to us before standing up to greet her husband. “My love you look pale. Shall I fetch the nearest healer?” She asks pressing a hand to his forehead. He shakes his head before grasping her little hands in his. “My dear do not worry. I am just overwhelmed that this day has finally come. Our daughter finally being betroved to the son of my oldest friends.” he says pressing a chast kiss to her hands. She looks down smiling at the sight.

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“My dear friend how long has it been?” Odin says while embracing my father in a hug. “Too long old friend.” Was all my father could say before returning the gesture of affection. I stand back a few feet from the group. I didn’t want to interrupt their mini reunion, but sooner or later I was roped into the formal gestures.

“Odin this is my beloved daughter Y/N!” My father exclaims proudly.

“She is quite the sight Alotl. Tell me dear what do you think of Asgard?”

I bite my tongue thinking before answering. “Well your highness I think it is absolutely stunning.” I say holding a tight smile.

“Tell me Y/N your father tells me of your extraordinary power. Would you mind enlightening us with your power?”

“Odin! This is no time for entertainment.” Frigga interjects sending him a stern look. I glance her way receiving a genuine smile. I smile back before her face changes. She looks like she is stuck in time, frozen a beautiful statue.

“Your highness are you alright?” I ask stepping forward. Odin follows my glance before moving to stand behind his wife. A confused look crosses my face as Odin does this. However before I could question the matter further Frigga falls backwards inhaling deeply.

“Frigga what did you see love?” Odin asks while helping his wife stand back on her feet. She stops and looks at you. You shift uncomfortably while her gaze remains on you. Odin looks at you confusion covering his worn features. “Princess Y/N may we have a word alone?” Frigga says turning towards the steps. I follow cautiously not know whether I was in trouble or not.

“You are the goddes of magic?”

“Indeed I am my queen .”

“You know your future is very unclear to me. That is something I am not used to.” She stops walking, spinning around to face me. She eyes me up and down before locking eyes with me. “Tell me dear your power is limitless?” She asks. Her eyes were no long staring at me but almost as if she were looking through me. “Yes your majesty.” I say standing a bit straighter. She nods for a second before looking back towards the entrance. “My dear I am afraid you future must change course for the good of Asgard. You will marry a Odinson, however; I am not sure which” She says turning back around to continue walking. I stand still my feet glued to the ground. My head starts to fog with ideas of what the Allmother has just seen. Am I not good enough for Thor? Am I a danger to the Odinson line? Was it a mistake coming to Asgard. I feel my stomach start to turn as endless scenarios fill my head. The Allmother stops walking for a second glancing back at my rigid form. “Y/N if you wouldn’t mind following me to Hiemdall.” She says turning around completely. Her words come out groogy and quiet. She makes her way towards me lightly placing her hand on my shoulder. Giving it a reassuring squeeze before smiling again. “I do not wish to frighten you my dear.” I look up at her. Her eyes were hopelessly searching mine for any form of emotion. I swallow the lump forming in the back of my throat. Standing straight once more I nod toward the queen, signaling it was ok to walk towards Hiemdall.

I followed her down every hallway possible in the palace before reaching Hiemdall. He was at the edge of the Bifröst where the gatekeeper kept watch. “Hiemdall.” Frigga says capturing the attention of the man. “My queen how may I be of service?” He asks turning towards the queen. He was a large man deep in color. His eyes were blood orange making it hard to not focus on them. He held a beautiful sword as if it were apart of him. “Hiemdall, I am having trouble seeing into the princesses future. Please tell me what you see. Who is her betroved? What does her life in Asgard I store for our people?” She asks looking deeply into his eyes. His gaze falls on me causing me to look down. What felt like an eternity as passed before he spoke. “My queen what you ask is who does she betrove?” He pauses glancing between the queen and I. My body seems to hang onto his every word as if it were the air I’m breathing. “My princess you will thrive in Asgard. You will become a gracious and loved queen. However, fate keeps you in the pool of love. You will be betroved to a son of Odin, however; which is in your control.” He says before turning to the queen. “She will be the savior or the reason Asgard falls. I have seen both endings, however it must be her decision who she chooses to marry. In alteration in her choice will end badly for all the realms.” And with that he turns around back to his station of keeping watch.

“Your majesty I do not understand.” I say plying over his words again and again.

“It appears to be that you will not be married as soon as we’d wish.”

“I peg your pardon?”

“It’s the prophecy! That a princess will be the key to Asgard’s servival, but also the destroyer. If we do not tried lightly I am afraid of the concequences to our actions.” She pauses and looks into the distance. Before waking towarsa Hiemdall. They converse over matters of high importance that I must not be able to hear. After a few minutes of discussing Frigga comes back with a smile. “Ah child Hope is not lost for I know the answer now.” She says walking past me. I follow hot on her heels. “What is the answer my queen?” I ask praying to Odin she tells me. She quickly turns to me causing me to almost run into her. “You will have to choose very wisely princess for your powers are not yet finished. Soon my dear you will see the answer and save us all.” that was all she said before leaving me standing there alone on the Bifröst.

AUTHORS I NEED A FAVOUR!!!!

I'm not sure why or when this idea popped into my brain. But I NEED a Loki Oneshot (or Fic) with a Reader/OC Spouse, where they have a similar relationship to Odysseus and Penelope.

Like the Spouse finds Loki after NewYork and then the scene would play out like in the Song "Would you fall in love with me again"

OR they met again in Thor 2

OR Lokis Spouse is in the TVA and they meet again there!!!!

I crave Angst like this with a happy ending!!!!!

(Funny Ending: Switch to see Thor crying happy tears seeing them reunite)

Lucky - l. laufeyson

a/n; i just want to say a huge thank you to everyone for the likes/comments/reblogs on my first piece posted yesterday! I’m so grateful to each and every one of you! here’s my next work from a work of mine called ‘Serpentine’ found on ao3 & wattpad.

pairing; married! loki x wife! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 644

prompt based; “I knew there was a reason I married you”.

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A gentle hum passed your lips as you lay your hands on the balcony staring out into the night, seemingly reflecting on the events of the last few years of your life.

What some would consider a whirlwind you considered perfectly normal. Well, as normal as it could be with the person you had chosen to be the other half of your soul until you close your eyes for the last time.

"Mammy! Help!".

The excited squeal of a child caused you to smile, looking over your shoulder to find a small figure, trying their best to run, coming towards you. The laugh that sounded from you was one of pure happiness as you turned and crouched, holding your arms wide open for the incoming attack.

"Let me guess my little one, there's a big scary monster hunting you down and you know it won't try anything while your mammy is here?".

Green eyes looked at you with admiration before looking back through the door they had come from. Anticipating the moment when the figure hunting them down would appear.

"Yes! He's very big and scary! A meanie!".

Placing your hand over your mouth, you stifled a laugh at the obvious loudness from the young boy. He was egging the person inside on and you knew he loved every moment of it.

"Big and scary am I?".

The small scream from your son at the sudden surprise made you smile affectionately at the person responsible for it as you stood, picking up the young boy in your arms, placing him on your hip with a firm grip to make sure he didn't slip off in a moment.

"Quick mammy! Run, you can't let him get us".

Winking, you began to run off towards the door and around your home. Your giggles mixed excited squeals filled the space around you all, the game of cat and mouse lasting for a good hour before your little one grew tired.

Placing a gentle kiss in the mop of black locks, you smiled softly and pulled the blanket up covering the small figure. Double-checking he had everything he needed, you tip-toed out but not before you looked over your shoulder.

"Sweet dreams, my little mischief maker".

After walking down the stairs and reaching the bottom, you stretched slightly being careful not to hurt yourself too much. The gentle hum of the television in the background lulled you a little as you stepped through the door and over to the couch where your husband sat.

"He went down quicker than I thought this time around, you must have done a number in him with your appearing act love".

Sitting yourself down, you brought your legs up and lay down, your head resting on the lap of the man beside you. Fingers ran through your hair gently, eyes looking at you in what could be described as awe.

"Loki?".

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts as he looked down, a rare but genuine smile on his face. The one side of the God of Mischief you got to see for yourself.

"You know, (y/n), you're strong and beautiful, who would have thought you would have managed to calm me?".

Rolling your eyes playfully, you stuck your tongue out at him as you guided his hand down to your tummy, resting yours on top as his thumb ran over your slightly swollen figure.

"Hmmm... maybe it's because you can be quite persuasive when you want to be. That aside, it's because I love you~".

Looking up as you moved your head slightly, you reached your other hand up and cupped his face. Enjoying the quiet moment alone with your husband.

"~You're worth more to me than you'll ever know. I knew there was a reason I married you. Which I wouldn't change for anyone in all of the realms".

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Lessons Learned

Summary: In order to learn magic, Thor invites you to stay in Asgard for a while, offering his brother Loki to be your teacher.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 3,768

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and PTSD

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Your first thought when you landed in Asgard was that you could never live in a place like that. 

It wasn’t a matter of whether you wanted to or not. You definitely did. But something told you that you didn’t belong in Asgard. The place was everything you had seen in fantasy movies and imagined when you read fictional books. Even though you were there now, Asgard’s golden castle was shining almost blindingly in the sunlight, just a little ways away from you, and you still couldn’t digest the fact that it was real. It seemed almost too good to be true. And someone like you couldn’t live in a place as grand as this. You were barely visible on Earth. You would drown in Asgard. 

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Diverge

Summary: Life had always been hard for Y/N, but when her destiny is uprooted by Hydra, she calls out to be saved. And two Asgardians answer. Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader Word Count: 7665 Warnings: Angst, violence, mentions of drug abuse and torture/blood, language, fluff, implied smut, more fluff A/N: This was written for @tilltheendwilliwrite and her 7.7k Follower Celebration. Congrats on the milestone! My prompt was the quote, “Be careful with her. She is just newly back, and the ordeal has left terrible scars.” and it is in bold in the fic. I had originally posted another version of this back in mid-June, but I was not happy with how it came out. I took it down a few mins after posting it, and finally finished the rewrite yesterday. I am much more happy with it now, and I hope you all enjoy. It was beta’d by @saxxxology and @idjitmonkey​, gif made by me. :)

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Nobody ever wakes up knowing that their destiny will change and they’re going to die before their time.

Sometimes it’s quick—a gunshot, car crash, or some other kind of tragic accident. Other times, it’s slow—prolonged illness, accidents which maim and cause slow deterioration, or the worst one of all: the small percentage of people who end up truly knowing what torture is before their life is taken.

Y/N Y/L/N was one of those people.

A life as tragic as hers, one filled with confusion and anger, led her down paths she never would have travelled. A gift she developed late in her life, one which should have been a source of great power and understanding, manifested as a burden. It didn’t take long for her choices to catch up with her.

It began with alcohol, the burning liquid finally quieting the voices in her head enough to allow her to sleep. When her body adjusted and a full bottle of whiskey would no longer send her into the blissful peace of darkness, she turned to harder drugs, and thus began the spiral which ended up landing her in jail for heroin possession after an almost fatal overdose. If not for a compassionate judge who ordered rehabilitation instead of continuing her jail time, she would still be locked away, fighting through the war inside her mind alone.

When she was abducted from Dolan’s Recovery House, a farm doubling as a halfway house on the outskirts of the city, her path jutted off course like a rogue horse separating from the herd, galloping through an unfamiliar dark forest. The only thing she was focusing on was her recovery—both mental and physical—taking the time to learn her gift instead of running from it. Michael Dolan, the owner of the farm and recovery house, knew Y/N was different the moment he saw her, and it didn’t take long for her to confide in him, allowing his guidance to support her through her recovery. It was her contentment that caused complacency, giving the men who came in the middle of the night little to no security to overcome when they took her.

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Soulmates || Six

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 8.3k+ (what is wrong with me)

Summary: “She preferred not having a soulmate over one that ignored her and caused her pain her whole life.”

Author’s Note: I have spent so much time on this one chapter and I am so proud of the result. That being said, I’m so terribly sorry.

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Would I like a 2 part? Yes

I’m I excited? Yes

Do I love this story? YES

You’re Voice is Beautiful

Warnings: little angst? fluff! 

Just so you get the story somewhat, the reader is a selective mute, (sorry if that offends anyone I apologize)and has healing powers.

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Loki x Mute! Reader You’re Voice is Beautiful

Loki sat in his room, enjoying the peaceful silence in which he could read. He found Midgardian books more interesting and intriguing then he did with Asgardian books, as he had read most of them. He was currently reading a book about the Romans. The other Avengers were either on missions or busying themselves with work. Y/n was unlike most of the others she, like Loki, stayed in her room, she sat by her window, simply watching the busy cityscape. With her phone a distance away from her, a message displayed on there. She was terrified of what was to be coming. Y/n was taken in by Tony Stark when she had run away from home. She was only 13 at the time but she quickly warmed up to Tony, and almost forgot about ‘Him’. She glanced over at the phone, then decided to re-read what was on her screen, ‘It’s time to be a family again’ she shuddered at the thought that he knew how to get to her and she knew he would likely stop at nothing. She locked her phone and left her room to grab a snack and a drink before she decided whether to leave or stay. As she entered the kitchen she found Loki attempting to make some tea or coffee, she wasn’t too sure what he was doing, but he was muttering curses at the contraption. Loki turned and gave a small smile to her.    “May I ask for your assistance, Lady Y/n?” He said politely, she nodded, “I’m trying to make tea” his gave averted from her. She gave a small smile and gestured for him to take a seat while she made his tea. She pulled a pen she had in her hair bun, writing on her hand, ‘Do you have sugar, and how many if you do?’ he looked over and simply smiled and said: “Two, please, also before you ask, no milk” she nodded and was soon enough done with his tea. She gave him his cup, her hands a little shaky.    “Do I scare you Lady Y/n?” Loki asked, his eyes slightly saddened, she quickly shook her head no. “Then why are you shaking” she shook her head and left the room, locking herself in, as she paced about her room, trying to come to a decision, making a list of pros and cons in her mind. Then she came to her decision. Loki’s hope was partially restored knowing that Y/n didn’t fear him as he had once thought, he decided that he’d go and see how she was, considering he noted a distressing notion in her body language. As he walked down the corridors, he noticed Y/n leaving her room, looking around, before running out. Y/n ran to the kitchen and placed down her letter, she then went to the elevator and left. 

Y/n got out from the taxi and looked up at the looming mansion. Even though her father was a rich man, he was also incredibly cruel, mainly to Y/n. Y/n had suffered for a time at the hands of him, she didn’t consider him anything, but he struck fear into her which kept her quiet, she could speak, but she feared about doing so.

Tony and the others had read over her letter, Tony had gone to his lab, locking himself in there. Nat, Bruce, and Steve went to try and talk to tony, while Loki and Thor sat in silence. Y/n sat in her room, chamber, she was unsure what to call it, it most defiantly wasn’t a room, perhaps a cell, prison, would be a better term. She wore a simple white hospital gown. Her father was preparing her ‘treatment’. She shivered in her room, terrified, of what was bound to happen to her. A week had passed, and the Avengers had finally come up with a plan to get Y/n back.  They went over the plan many times, before heading into action. They stealthily infiltrated the large mansion, taking out most guards. Loki had his bit of fun, using his illusions to distract those in the chamber. They were distracted and were taken down easily with his blades.    “Who might you be?” A man asked, facing him.    “I am Loki son of Laufey” he stated firmly.    “Loki, it shall be a pleasure to kill you right before her” the man grinned sadistically. Y/n watched through the glass, tears streaming down her face as Loki took a couple of hits. Her fists pounding against the glass, with a few hits she somehow passed through the glass. She thanked whoever allowed her to get out. She looked over and saw Loki laying on the ground her ‘father’ over him ready to plunge one of Loki’s knives into him. She ran and knocked her father over, they tumbled, before he sat on top of her.    “You were the cause of everything bad in my life” he whispered and plunged the knife into her stomach, “Now suffer” his gaze boring into her, he noticed a determined looked in her eyes. He then noticed her hand clenching into a fist.  He stood and collapsed to the ground.    “I have suffered” she spat to his lifeless body, she weakly crawled over to Loki, placing a hand on his chest and taking his wounds healing him but taking them onto herself. Loki sat up and noticed that Y/n had fallen unconscious on him, blood pouring from her.

Loki had remained by Y/n’s side, never leaving her, he wanted to hear her voice again, he was sure she had spoken but it was a bit of a blurry memory. He also felt that he had to repay her for saving his life. Y/n had finally woken up after a week and Loki was relieved. A few days then passed, and she was soon released but was told to rest for a while. 

Y/n soon enough returned to her silent state, ghosting around the tower, but mainly remained in her room. For the first week, she had nightmares, which forced her to stay awake, fearful of falling back asleep and soon enough she was looking like a corpse. Loki that night could not sleep either, he got up and decided to wander into the kitchen, he was hoping to make some tea, he found that there was a tea already waiting for him, still steaming. He smiled gently and looked around he saw her hiding in the shadows.    “Y/n are you okay?” Loki asked, she stepped out of the shadows and nodded, “Can you talk?” he asked, she nodded a ‘yes’.    “Could you say something now?” he asked hopefully, she shook her head no, Loki lowered his sad gaze to the floor. Y/n walked to him and placed a hand on his cheek, gently lifting his head to meet her E/c eyes. Loki looked at her with sadness, he wanted to hear her again. She lowered her head.    “I’m sorry,” she said so quietly, Loki almost didn’t hear it, “He shouldn’t have hurt you,” she slowly met his gaze. His eyes were wide with awe, wonder and … love?    “Your voice is beautiful,” he teared up and instantly brought her into a gentle passionate kiss.

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I just love being Loki’s pet

Mine : Ch. 1 (loki x reader)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Possessiveness, Abuse (in the beginning), Adequate Writing

Wordcount: 2,591

Chapter Summary: Loki decides to crash a gala in the palace of England to show his dominance and put your people in “their place.” After meeting you, a feisty young princess, he says he will leave your people be if he can take you as prisoner. Will you abide to save your family and your people? 

Your parents were the King and Queen of England. You, their beloved daughter, and Theo, your older brother, were always happy in the palace. Tonight was the gala. Girls from around the world came to meet Prince Theo, the next in line, and possibly become the next Queen. You listened as the orchestra played wonderfully. Everything felt perfect. If only you had known, chaos would ensue about two hours later.

You wore a beautiful emerald green dress, long and flowing with elegance. Your entrance would be announced after your parents’ and before Theo’s. Theo was the one they all came for. Many men and boys also came for your presence, but you knew tonight’s main focus would be on Theo. Or so you thought.

Theo, being the first born to the L/N family, would take the throne after your parents’ passing. You, however, were the second child and therefore did not get to rule, which you didn’t mind. You didn’t like the thought of being responsible for an entire country. Theo had dated a few girls in the past, when he was 16 and 18. Now at 21, your parents were adamant that he should be ready to settle down within the next few years. You had talked to him once or twice, and you knew he was nervous about tonight. All the girls from around the world had paid their way here, and already had money, but it seemed that they weren’t as genuine as other girls that he had met who didn’t know his status.

You smiled as you entered after your parents, your dress trailing behind you. The contract of the navy blue carpet and your dress was beautiful, and you watched as a few photographers snapped pictures of you as you walked down the stairs.

Lastly was your brother, Theodore, walking down the stairs. He was dressed in a plain black tux, with a striped tie, his hair looking marvelous, slicked back as usual. You had several pictures taken of you with your family, then you decided to wander and find something to entertain you. You found yourself wandering the floor, winding up at the bar so you could eat a few snacks, before it was dinner time. Henry, a bartender, gave you some fresh fruit and vegetables to snack on, and before you knew it, it was time to eat.

You met everyone in the dining hall, your mom and dad asking Theo if his mingling was going alright. You knew he struggled a bit with these kinds of things. The dining hall table had been replaced with many smaller round ones, fitting more people, many of them young women.

Suddenly, you felt the ground shake violently. Earthquake? You thought to yourself, before quickly shaking off the thought. Couldn’t be. Then, glass broke from one of the doors in the entranceway. You gasped, and your personal security guard quickly grabbed your arm, dragging you to the hall closet before pulling you inside. Oh my gosh. You thought, letting out a small whimper. Within a few seconds, Theodore was thrown in with you, and you breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing your brother was by your side and alright. “Mom and dad are okay. Peter took them to another room. Apparently, there’s been a break in.” He explained, and your brows furrowed.

“How? The gates are closed, aren’t they?” You questioned, and he nodded, hesitantly.

“They’re supposed to be. But maybe someone knew the code, somehow.” He explained, making shivers run down your spine. The head of security made sure to change the code whenever someone left the team, and it was suspicious that an 8 digit code could be guessed at such an inconvenient time. Such an important time as this.

“I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose.” A man spoke from outside the closet, in the direction of the dining hall. “Where are your precious King and Queen?” He asked, and you shook with fright. No. Not your parents. You hoped with all your heart that they were okay. They were fighters, after all. You hoped in your mind that this was all a sick and twisted dream. In fact, before this, the only Loki you had heard of was from Norse mythology, and was in fact, fiction. None of this could be reality, could it? You pinched yourself, with no satisfaction of waking up.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Your brother Theo asked from the other side of the closet. You nodded.

“What’s going on out there?” You asked, your heart skipping beats left and right. This was the scariest thing you had ever been through, that was for sure.

“Where are they!” The man screamed from outside, and you shuttered with fear. “Tell me!” Was his next order.

Suddenly you heard screaming and yelling. You recognized the scream from your mom, and the yells of opposition from your father.

“No no no no no,” you whimpered out, slightly too loud, and Theo covered your mouth with his hand.

From outside, you heard more dominant words coming from the man. “You all will kneel to me now, not your precious King and Queen. I am the ruler of you now, and forever.” He spoke angrily, and you knew you had to do something. Breaking away from your brother’s grasp, you opened the door and ran into the dining hall.

“Don’t touch them!” You screamed, watching as your parents were also on their knees, begging for mercy from the man in front of them.

The man you knew as Loki stood in front of all the people at the gala, all of which were on their knees, your parents in front of them all, men holding their hands behind their backs so they couldn’t move in the slightest.

“Well well well, who do we have here?” The man waltzed over to you with dominance. “What’s your name, little one?” He stroked your cheek with one hand, and held a golden, glowing scepter in the other. You kept your mouth closed, not answering him, in hopes that somehow you could wake up from this nightmare.

“If I tell you, will you leave my parents and my people alone? We are not to kneel, we are a strong nation, and will not be overcome by your foolishness.” You spoke, coming close to gritting your teeth, as there was murmurs and whispering amongst the crowd. You hoped he wasn’t paying much attention to them.

“Feisty little one, aren’t we?” He spoke, pulling you into a different room, you noticed security guards no longer blocking the doors. They must be among the crowd, forced to kneel like everyone else. “Who are you?” He forced you against the nearest wall, and you felt your airway tighten, not being able to get air through thanks to his forcefulness.

“I’m Y/N L/N.” You choked out, and he finally let you go, as your feet landed back on the floor, you almost fell down due to your heels.

“Princess?” He asked, not knowing whether or not you were of royal blood.

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, hesitantly. You saw a smirk and a glimmer in his eyes appear on his face, and your heart skipped a beat.

“In order for me to leave your family and your people alone, I’m going to need something in return.” He spoke, and you nodded.

“If money’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get, anything, just don’t do this to my people.”

“Isn’t this their rightful place? To kneel before someone like me, to submit to someone like me, let me rule before them?” He almost scowled at you for your sentiment.

“Maybe they’re meant to be ruled, but I’ll be damned if it’s like this.” You growled, snapping at him.

“You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours, Y/N L/N. You’re mine now.” He smirked, trailing the tip of his septor on your face, then poking the tip of your nose with it. You rolled your eyes at his slightly manic behavior.

Loki instantly brought a smack to your cheek, and although it burned, you pretended as if it didn’t. You had to make him believe you were stronger than this. He then brought his hand to the small of your back, and lead you back into the dining hall. “Your precious Y/N has become your savior!” He announced, quite violently, you might add. “She has agreed, to save your people from my rule, to become mine. She is my prisoner. There is nothing you can do to get her back.” He seemed like he was growling by the end of it, and there was nothing you could do to calm him.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this.” You heard your mother call from the crowd. Walking up to her for the very last time, you bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead, then one on your father’s.

“This is for the good of our people,” you spoke with reassurance. “We will be okay.” You headed back to Loki’s side a moment later, and he watched as your parents cried for your departure. To him, it meant nothing. Loki saw humans as weak, not just because of physique, but mainly because of their sentiment and compassionate nature that lead them to lose many battles.

You were the opposite. You believed that sentiment and compassionate was the way to go, that it created peace and helped people prosper. By becoming ‘Loki’s,’ you thought, you could save your family and people from the rule of a horrible man. Or, as you would learn mere hours later, god. 

Loki, using his scepter -or so you thought- teleported both you and himself to somewhere very unknown to you. You listened as people gasped around you, the immense power that came from his dark presence immediately dissolving and lightening the depressing, unnerving mood. For them, at least. 

For you, the torture continued, as he held onto your gorgeous figure for a moment, as if making sure you were still with him. You were, unfortunately for you. You immediately thought of Theo, and hoped that somehow, he’d meet a wonderful girl, even though you weren’t sure how the night would end for everyone there. 

“Green’s a wonderful color on you, little one. Did you know I was coming?” You heard Loki ask. You shook your head in slight fear, and you heard a chuckle come from his beautiful lips. You looked around the foyer, realizing that the main color palette in the house was black, gold and of course, green. “Scared, kitten?” He asked. You shook your head again, and yet another chuckle came from his lips. You could tell he knew of your fright. What else were you supposed to feel in this moment? Happiness? Relief? Definitely not. “Not up for talking, I guess.” He shrugged with a subtle smirk plastered on his face. You stayed silent, yet again. “Let’s bring you to your room, little one.” You watched as a pair of golden handcuffs clasped over your wrists, and you almost cried out from the tightness, but you wouldn’t give Loki that satisfaction. 

As you walked upstairs, following him, with guards behind you, making sure you wouldn’t pull anything. Your room was right next to Loki’s, and though beautiful, you knew in your heart that you were still a prisoner, never a friend to this horrific man. The bedroom wasn’t too bad, for a prisoner, anyway. The walls were a dark emerald green, the bedspread was white with dark emerald colored accents, with black, green, and white pillows lined up neatly at the head of the bed. There was a gold legged side table with a succulent topping it. 

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, shall we? I’ll go through some of our rules while we do.” Loki spoke, and your eyes widened. Hopefully he didn’t mean that you’d be undressing in front of him. Unfortunately for you, that’s exactly what he had in mind. Although, he did love you in the glorious ball gown you wore, that seemed to hug your body in all of the right places. But, he wanted to see you in all of your mortal glory. Even if that wasn’t what you wanted. You looked at the door longingly, hoping that he would soon leave. “I’m not going to leave, my pet.” He spoke, as if reading your mind. 

“You can’t make me.” You said without thinking. Yes, he could. Loki had complete and utter control over you, and as long as you wanted to keep your people and family safe, you were his. Completely. A smirk appeared on his face as the sassy look fell from yours. 

“Yes, I can.” 

“Yes, you can.” You spoke, sighing. “I apologize.” 

“Good girl. Now, let’s get that thing off of you.” You turned around at his command, and he found a corset lace-up backing, which he immediately began on. Subconsciously, you hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed with your body. He traced his fingers over the subtle moles on your back, as if intrigued by them. Asgardians were usually completely unmarked, unless given a scar from fighting. But your little ‘flaws’ intrigued him thoroughly. As he unlaced the backing, your sleeves began to fall off of your arms, giving him more and more of your body to look at. You pulled your arms out once had unlocked the cuffs, and the dress began to slip down even further. “Rule number one,” he spoke, dominantly. “Never defy me, or there will be punishments in store for you, little one.” You nodded hesitantly.

You shuddered, realizing that your breasts were now revealed to him, and the cold air hit your back. “Rule number two, you’re mine. Utterly and completely. You are not to talk to any men in this house, except for me.” He told you, and you nodded, even though that rule seemed absolutely bogus to you. Loki stepped in front of you, helping you out of the dress, marveling at your breasts while he was at it. You now stood just in your underwear and silver heels, which you could hear him silently scoff at. What did he have against silver? He admired your body in awe, and you suddenly became self conscious, trying to cover your body as much as you could. “Rule number three, never hide your body from me, sweetness.” Your hands shook as you removed them from your breasts. and part of your stomach. “Good girl.” 

“Rule number four, you will only refer to me as master or sir.” You rolled your eyes, which you soon realized was a mistake. You felt your head held by his large hand, grasping at your throat. 

“I- I’m s-so-rry.” You spat out, as much as you could. His grip on your throat loosened, and you sighed in relief as you could breathe again. Finally. 

“You should be. If you’re a good girl this week, I may even let you sleep in my bed. But for now, we have to make sure you’re not going to pull anything, little one. Understood?”

You nodded. “Yes sir.” 

He smiled in satisfaction, dressing you in an emerald green baby-doll, removing your heels, which he left in the room, but your panties, he tucked into his suit pocket. You tried not to leave a judgmental look on your face as he did. He replaced the gold handcuffs, tucking you in, leaving you wondering how you were going to get out of this mess. 

I love this fic so far!! 🙏

chapter i. | into the hollow

Summary: Your long-awaited vacation is cut short when Bill Randa drags you into a classified expedition. Now, you’re stuck in a room full of military personnel, a photographer, and a quiet but observant tracker, James Conrad. As Randa and Houston Brooks explain their Hollow Earth theory, you start to realize—this mission is more than it seems, and Conrad knows it too. Pairing: James Conrad x Field Medic!Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Military themes, strong language, slow burn romance, suspense, mentions of injuries, canon-typical violence Author's Note: setting the stage for the expedition! this chapter introduces key players and builds up the tension before skull island, and it's a little short and i'm sorry! hope you enjoy nevertheless.

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The room is stuffy and thick with the scent of old paper, burnt coffee, and sweat. A single oscillating fan hums from the corner, doing little to push the heat around.

The walls are lined with maps, aerial photographs, and classified documents tacked to corkboards, the kind of place where bad ideas are made to sound reasonable. 

You pause in the doorway, eyes sweeping over the faces gathered inside. Your sweater sleeve covers your nose, shielding you from the foul stench wafting through the room. Fucking smells in here. 

It sucks, you think. All these soldiers (as well as Landsat), just like you, were ready to go home—finally take a break, see their kids, and enjoy some peace after the war with Vietnam. But instead, you’re being sent off again, dragged into a mission with a bunch of maniacs convinced they'll find something on an island that will probably get them all killed.

The projector turns on, and a man starts speaking: "Hello and welcome. I'm Landsat Field Supervisor Victor Nieves." He points to a blond man at the front: "This is my colleague Steve Woodward, our data wrangler."

He continues, "Our expedition takes us to a place every nautical trade route known to man has avoided for centuries. As for our satellites show that the island is surrounded by a perpetual storm system, allowing it to remain hidden from the outside world; but with Colonel Packard's helicopter transport, we will be the first to break through to the other side." 

"We're also pleased to be joined, for the first time, by the resource exploration team led by Mr. Randa and accompanied by biologist Miss San, geologist Mr. Brooks, and Field Medic," he says your name. Heads turn toward Bill, Houston, and the biologist, while you remain at the very back, mostly unnoticed—except for Conrad, who glances back at you.

"Our focus will be on the island's surface, theirs, what lies beneath." He turns his head towards Houston, "Mr. Brooks," signaling for him to go to the front. 

"Simple really, we'll use explosives to shake the earth and create vibrations, helping us map the subsurface of the island." The projector switches to the bombing plan. "We'll fly in over the south shore and strategically drop seismic charges to better understand the earth's density."  

"You're dropping bombs?" Conrad’s British accent cuts through the room.  

Houston nods awkwardly. "...Eh, scientific instruments."  

A soldier chuckles. "You hear that, boys? We're scientists now!" Laughter follows.  

Woodward, a.k.a blond man grunts. "You guys are not scientists."  

"We'll land and set up base camp for ground excursions led by Captain Conrad." Conrad gives a slight nod. The speaker scans the room before calling out, "Major Jack Chapman."  

A tall, broad-shouldered man in a crisp military uniform steps forward, his presence commanding attention. His thick Southern drawl carries through the room as he begins speaking.

"Once on the island, the storm’s interference will cut radio contact with the ship. We’ll be on our own." The projector clicks again.  

"Three days later, the refueling team meets us here." Chapman points to the north end of the island. "That may be our only safe departure window."  

"So, tip for everybody—don’t miss it. Please."  

The supervisor wraps it up. "Alright, back to your places. We fly in the morning. Good luck."  

You’re the first out, escaping the awful-smelling room and into the cold, salty air. The meeting was exactly what you expected—reckless plans wrapped in scientific excuses. Pulling your sweater tighter, you descend the metal stairs, boots clanking against steel. 

"Goddamn suicide mission. Why am I in this? Why, dear Lord, why?" you whisper to yourself. 

You flip through the file Randa gave you again, hoping for some kind of reassurance. The words blur together, refusing to sink in no matter how many times you read them. Everything happened too fast—too sudden for the gravity of it all to truly settle.  

Just yesterday, you had stormed into Randa’s office, furious at him for going back to the senator. And somehow, Senate Willis agreed to this insanity. Jesus Christ. Probably worried about competition, afraid the Soviets would find something first. But still—goddamn.

The ship sways gently beneath you, the deep hum of the engine vibrating through the deck. Around you, soldiers linger in small groups, their laughter and conversation blending with the distant crash of waves.

You weave through narrow corridors, the dim overhead lights flickering slightly with each shift of the vessel.

Eventually, you find your way down to a storage unit, stacked high with crates stamped with military insignias and Landsat labels. Equipment—cameras, geological tools, radios—piles upon piles of supplies meant for an expedition that feels more like an invasion. 

As you scan the room, a faint shimmer of light catches your eye from the far corner. Curious, you step closer.  

Conrad stands near a stack of crates, the small flicker of a lighter illuminating his face in the dimly lit storage bay. Shadows dance across the sharp angles of his jaw as he reads the labels, his expression unreadable. At the sound of your footsteps, he turns, brows furrowed.  

"What are you doing down here?" he asks, his voice low, steady.  

You lean against a crate, arms crossed. "I could ask you the same thing." The air smells of wood, metal, and a faint trace of oil. 

Glancing at the boxes, you feign casual curiosity. "Why does a geological mapping mission need explosives?"  

He tilts his head slightly, watching you. "You weren’t listening in class. Seismic charges for the geological survey."  

You walk past him, fingers trailing over the rough wooden crates, scanning the stenciled labels. Landsat Equipment. Seismic Survey. Your lips press together. "Uh-huh. You believe that?"  

"I didn’t say that," he replies simply.  

Biting the inside of your cheek, you shift gears. "Have you met Colonel Packard yet?"  

Conrad nods. "Yeah."  

You scoff. "The guy's wound pretty tight."  

Conrad shrugs, flicking his lighter open and shut. "Well, the man's a decorated war hero. That’s the package they come in." His gaze lingers on you for a moment before he asks, "And you? Isn’t one field medic on a jungle mission a step down for medical?"  

You narrow your eyes. "I didn’t choose to be here," you say, tone edged. Then, arching a brow, you add, "Are you doubting my credibility? Safe to say, I think I’m a damn good medic."  

He smirks faintly. "And being here doubles the small pay you have."  

You huff a quiet laugh. "Huh. Okay, Captain Conrad, what about you?" You tilt your head, challenging. "How did British Special Forces get roped into this?"  

"Just Conrad," he corrects. "I’m decommissioned."  

"Mhm."  

"They offered me money," he says as if that explains everything.  

"Ah, right. Just like the small pay you mentioned earlier." You mimic his words with a smirk, catching the slight flicker of amusement in his expression. "You don’t strike me as a mercenary."  

He meets your gaze, unreadable. "And you don’t strike me as someone who’s seen war."  

You hold his stare. "Government field medic," you clarify. "I don’t do war."  

The ship creaks, metal shifting with the waves. For a moment, silence stretches between you, something unspoken settling in the air. Then, a sharp click—a sudden flash blinds you.  

"Sorry, documentation," a voice chimes. You blink, turning to see Mason—Weaver, or whatever her name is—grinning slyly, camera in hand. "Also, both of you are being called."  

You clear your throat, glancing at Conrad before nodding toward the stairs. "You coming?"  

He hesitates, flicking his lighter one last time before pocketing it. His gaze lingers on the crates as if considering something. Then, with a small nod, he exhales.  

"Yeah."

You and Conrad barely make it a few steps toward the stairs before the sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the storage bay. The dim overhead lights flicker as the ship sways, casting long shadows over the crates.

Turning your head, you spot Bill Randa, Houston Brooks, and San Lin making their way toward you. Randa looks as intense as ever, his gaze sharp behind those thick glasses, while Houston appears more at ease, hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

San Lin moves with quiet curiosity, eyes scanning the stacks of equipment.  

“There you are,” Randa says, adjusting his glasses. His voice carries that same urgency he’s had since the beginning of this mission. “We were looking for you both.”  

Conrad tucks his hands into his pockets, glancing briefly at you before replying. “Didn’t realize we had a curfew.”  

Houston chuckles under his breath as he steps past, running a hand over one of the crates. “Impressive setup, huh? Landsat really went all in.” He tilts his head at one of the labels.

Geological Survey Equipment. Seismic Imaging.

“This stuff could map the entire island in incredible detail… or, you know, do a hell of a lot more than that.”  

San Lin examines a set of carefully sealed containers, each marked with biohazard symbols and research tags. “I assume you two weren’t just down here sightseeing?” she asks, her voice calm but pointed.  

“Sightseeing’s not really my thing,” you reply, crossing your arms.  

Randa exhales, clearly uninterested in small talk. “The mission briefing is over, and I need you both focused. There’s a lot you don’t understand yet.” He turns toward the crates, pressing a palm against one as if grounding himself.

“Everything we need to confirm our theory is right here.”  

You exchange a glance with Conrad, who looks just as unconvinced as you feel. “Right,” you say, voice dry. “A theory.”  

Houston gestures toward a nearby set of steel doors at the back of the bay. “Come on, since you’re down here, might as well take a look at the other storage areas.”  

Reluctantly, you follow as he pushes the doors open, revealing another section of the ship lined with rows of metal shelves and stacked crates. Inside, floodlights hum overhead, casting a harsh white glow over the neatly organized equipment.

Maps and geological charts are pinned to a board near the entrance, displaying rough sketches of Skull Island’s terrain. A few scientists are inside, cataloging supplies—mostly radios, first aid kits, and survival gear.  

Near the back, a weapons locker sits against the wall, its steel doors secured with heavy-duty locks.

Inside the mesh barrier, you can make out the unmistakable shapes of rifles, handguns, and stacks of ammunition. Next to it, another container is marked with a bold red symbol—explosives.  

You glance at Conrad, who doesn’t seem surprised.  

“Seismic charges, huh?” you murmur, voice laced with skepticism.  

Randa ignores you, stepping further inside as if absorbing the weight of everything stored here. “We are on the brink of discovery,” he says, more to himself than anyone else.  

Houston, ever the optimist, claps a hand against one of the crates. “Let’s just hope we live long enough to see it.”  

You shiver slightly as a draft creeps in from somewhere, the cold steel walls doing little to keep out the ocean’s chill. Folding your arms, you take a slow step back toward the door.  

“Yeah,” you mutter. “Let’s hope.”

The spare bedroom is small, barely enough space for the two cots squeezed into opposite corners. A single overhead light flickers, casting a dim yellowish glow over the metal walls. You drop your bag onto the cot closest to the wall, exhaling as you finally sit down. The air smells faintly of salt and oil, but at least it’s better than that god-awful meeting room.

Mason sets her camera bag down by her bed, stretching her arms with a tired sigh. “So,” she starts, glancing at you with a knowing smirk, “what were you and Conrad doing down there?”

You huff a quiet laugh, kicking off your boots. “Sightseeing.”

She raises a brow. “Right. Sightseeing in a dark cargo hold full of explosives and classified equipment?”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one with a lighter and a suspicious amount of curiosity,” you say, leaning back against the wall. “Conrad was already there when I showed up.”

Mason hums, clearly unconvinced but amused. “Mm-hmm. You two seemed cozy.”

You scoff. “If by ‘cozy’ you mean questioning the sanity of this mission, then yeah, sure.”

“Seriously, though,” she says, shifting to face you. “What do you think’s really going on with this mission?”

You exhale, staring at the ceiling. “Nothing good. Randa’s desperate, Packard’s got that war-hungry look in his eye, and those ‘seismic charges’ aren’t fooling anyone.”

Mason nods. “Yeah. Feels off.” She fiddles with her camera. “But at least we’ve got front-row seats.”

You watch her adjust the lens, her fingers moving with practiced ease. “You believe in all that—exposing the truth, showing people what they don’t want to see?”

She shrugs. “Someone has to.”

You smirk. “Lucky us.”

A pause lingers between you before you smirk. “Alright, journalist. If we live through this, first round’s on you.”

Mason laughs. “Deal.”

The ship groans as another wave rolls beneath it, but for the first time tonight, the tension in your chest eases just a little.

funny how she said she doesn't do sightseeing then says she does to mason.. kinda weird, anyway that was chapter one! i used most of the script from the movie itself to actually feel like you're in it. hope you enjoyed, lots of love from me! (sorry if it was too short, the chapters will be much more longer later on!)

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A Hearts Misunderstanding

Loki x Reader

They/Them pronouns

Takes place right before Thor: Ragnarok

Summary:The reader, accompanied by their best friend Thor, visits the grand realm of Asgard. Little do they know, Loki, the enigmatic prince of Asgard, has always had a not-so-secret crush on the reader, who had been rather rude to him in the past. As Thor shows the reader around and makes them laugh, Loki's jealousy reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated argument. In a burst of anger, Loki confesses his feelings, leaving the reader surprised and speechless.

After a moment of silence, the reader kisses Loki and admits their love for him, sealing the beginning of a budding romance. Thor, always the good-natured mediator, playfully remarks on the young love, taking credit for bringing them together.

A Hearts Misunderstanding

You stood in awe as Thor guided you through the grandeur of Asgard, its magnificent palace towering above you, every corner adorned with exquisite craftsmanship. Thor had been a perfect host, sharing stories of Asgard's history, its people, and showing you the hidden gems of the realm.

You couldn't help but laugh as Thor recounted one of his childhood misadventures, and as you did, you noticed a certain someone lurking nearby. Loki, the ever-elusive prince of Asgard, had always had a mysterious air about him, and you had never really been close. In fact, you'd been rather rude to him on several occasions, unknowingly hurting his feelings.

As Thor's laughter echoed through the halls, Loki couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep within him. He had harbored a not-so-secret secret crush on you for quite some time, but he assumed you held nothing but disdain for him. Your closeness with his brother only fueled the fire of his insecurity.

Loki's patience wore thin, and his emotions got the best of him. He interrupted your merriment with Thor, snapping, "Must we continue with this incessant laughter and endless tales, Thor? There's more to Asgard than your futile anecdotes."

Your laughter ceased, and you turned to Loki, your eyes flashing with annoyance. "Loki, if you're so uninterested, then why don't you just leave?" you retorted sharply.

Thor, sensing the growing tension, stepped in to mediate. "Come on, you two, no need for this."

But Loki, consumed by his jealousy, couldn't be dissuaded. "Maybe I will," he spat, storming off with a heavy heart.

Your anger flared. "What's his problem, Thor?" you questioned, hurt and anger bubbling inside you.

Thor sighed, a mix of frustration and sympathy in his eyes. "He's got his demons, Y/N. I'll go talk to him."

You nodded and watched Thor go, trying to make sense of the sudden conflict. Moments later, Loki and Thor returned, but the tension still hung in the air like a thick cloud.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Loki suddenly burst out, "You think you're so clever, Y/N, playing these games with Thor, laughing at his jokes, and pretending you don't see me, but I see you! I've always seen you."

You were taken aback by his outburst, your eyes widening in surprise. Loki's expression had shifted from anger to a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability.

"Say something, anything," he implored, his voice trembling.

You were at a loss for words. The revelation left you unusually quiet. Uncertain of how to respond, you tentatively reached out, your hands resting on his cheeks, and you kissed him softly.

"I love you, Loki," you whispered, your forehead pressing against his. The weight of your unspoken feelings finally lifted.

Loki's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and elation dancing in them. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he murmured, "I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

Just when you thought the moment couldn't get any more perfect, Thor, with his ever-endearing sense of timing, appeared beside you. "Ah, young love," he quipped, a mischievous grin on his face. "I knew this tour was a good idea."

You and Loki couldn't help but chuckle, your hands still entwined as you shared a knowing glance. Despite the rocky start, Asgard had become the backdrop for the beginning of something beautiful between you and Loki, and Thor was more than happy to take the credit for his part in bringing you two together.

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i hope you guys had as much fun reading this as i did writing this!

Marvel Masterlist

Stephen Strange

A Spell Gone Awry:

Summary: In "A Spell Gone Awry," the reader finds themselves at the Sanctum Sanctorum seeking help from Doctor Stephen Strange after a magical mishap. Despite Stephen's initial annoyance, he agrees to assist the reader in fixing the botched spell. As they work together, their relationship deepens, and the initial annoyance transforms into affection. The story is a blend of magical mishaps, romance, and personal growth, culminating in a heartwarming moment that highlights the power of love and support in the face of challenges.

The Bed Argument - Part I:

Summary: Stephen and the reader themselves in Ireland on a mission, where their constant bickering and clashing personalities have become a prominent feature of their interactions. Exhausted and in need of rest, they book a hotel room with only one bed. The story revolves around their argument about who should take the bed, with both of them adamantly refusing to sleep on the floor. After a heated exchange, they reluctantly agree to share the bed but remain distant from each other. As they lie side by side, their tension gradually subsides, and they begin to find a new understanding between them. The story ends with a subtle shift in their relationship, suggesting the possibility of change and a truce.

The Bed Argument - Part II:

Summary: Stephen and the reader wake up in a compromising position with Stephen's arm draped over Y/N. After Stephen apologizes profusely, Y/N becomes fed up with his constant apologies and decides to take matters into their own hands. They share an unexpected and sweet kiss that marks a shift in their relationship.

The Bed Argument - Part III:

Summary : Stephen and Y/N return to the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York after their mission in Ireland. The awkwardness between them has transformed into a newfound understanding, and a deeper connection is forged through shared vulnerabilities and complementary strengths. The rooftop of the Sanctum becomes a sanctuary for shared moments, and Stephen and Y/N find themselves acknowledging the evolving nature of their relationship. As they watch the city below, hand in hand, they recognize the magic in the unexpected, embracing change and the unspoken promises that come with it.

Loki Laufeyson

A Hearts Misunderstanding:

Summary: The reader, accompanied by their best friend Thor, visits the grand realm of Asgard. Little do they know, Loki, the enigmatic prince of Asgard, has always had a not-so-secret crush on the reader, who had been rather rude to him in the past. As Thor shows the reader around and makes them laugh, Loki's jealousy reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated argument. In a burst of anger, Loki confesses his feelings, leaving the reader surprised and speechless.

Logan Howlett

Unforeseen Love:

Summary: While on a mission with Logan, Y/N gets seriously hurt, leading to them being in the medical bay for several days as Hank helps them recover. Although Y/N and Logan had never gotten along, Y/N is surprised when Logan sticks by their side throughout their entire recovery. This ends in a heartfelt, sweet and loving kiss shared by the two!

The Grinchy Christmas Surprise:

Summary: Y/N buys a gift for Logan, but he isn't too keen on receiving it.

Steve: Hey, what have you two been up to?

Thor: We were helping Y/N write their vows, but they kicked us out because Bucky was making inappropriate suggestions.

Bucky: How is “Loki, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

Surprise, Surprise

A/N- Please keep in mind, this is my first time writing a Reader Insert. So, I'm sorry in advance if this isn't that good.

Loki x Fem!Reader

F/F= Favorite Food

Imagine on the elevator, Thor talks to Loki about a girl he met while on Midgard, having no idea that girl happened to be Loki girlfriend of 6 years, you.

"I'm sorry, my lady." Thor's voice booms throughout the kitchen after having bumped into you after turning away from the fridge. You smiled softly and nodded your head in thanks. "It's no problem Thor." you said. "Would you like to have lunch with me, my lady? Everyone seems to be out of the Compound at the moment." Thor asks in a surprisingly soft voice. "Why the hell not? My name is Y/N L/N, by the way." You smiled widely. "It is nice to meet you, lady Y/N. What would you like to eat?" Thor grins, gesturing to open-planned kitchen in the Avengers Compound. "I'll just take a plate of F/F from the fridge, Thor. Thank you." You spoke before sitting at the dinning room table, as Thor plated both you and him some F/F. After heating both plates up, Thor flopped into the chair next to the one you were sitting in, after putting both plates on the table. You and Thor got to know one another as you both ate. Loki had told you about Thor and stories about when they were little, but you didn't think Thor would have such Golden Retriever energy based off of what Loki had said. You guys eventually went separate ways as Thor said he was off to the gym. You bid goodbyes as you went back to Loki's room. As you arrived at Loki's room, you could see him walking down the hall towards the Elevator. "I'm going to get a new book, my Queen." Loki spoke softly but loud enough for you to hear, without turning around, as if sensing your confusion. "Ok, I'll be in your bedroom, my King." You spoke before heading into Loki's room and closing the door.

Loki got to the elevator the same time as Thor, and coincidentally the Library and gym are one floor apart. Going the same way, down. Thor held the elevator doors open for his brother which had Loki nodding his thanks. "I met such a wonderful maiden today, brother." Thor announced as the elevator doors closed. Loki raised an eyebrow in question, which Thor noticed. "Why yes, she was the upmost kind and sweet woman I've ever met. I think you would love her. She has a mischievous side but also has a kind and caring nurture to her. I think you and her would get along great after some of the pranks she told me she's pulled on her older brother." Thor explained with a bright smile. "Who is this, you speak of Thor?" Loki questioned with genuine curiosity. "Her name was Y/N L/N. She was brilliant, she was." Thor spoke, with wild gestures of his hands, before smiling at his brother. "I think you and her would get along great." He added quickly, noticing Loki's amusement to the situation. Loki nodded with a mischievous sparkle to his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind, brother. Thank you." He spoke with a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. "No problem, brother." Thor grinned while giving Loki a pat on the back.

As Thor and Loki went their separate ways once arriving to the destined floor, Loki smiled to himself, a genuine smile, just thinking about you and thinking he's ready to tell the team about you. He knows you're the one for him. You complete him. You make him feel things he's never felt before. You are the love of his life. He doesn't know what he would do without you. You make him a better person. Loki is happy for the first time in what feels like forever because of you. He is beyond grateful he met you. He would go to the end of the Nine Realms for you. He would kill for you. He would do anything you asked of him. You have him wrapped around your finger like there is no tomorrow.

Loki, negotiating with Steve & Bucky

Loki: We have Y/N. Give us ten thousand dollars and they will be returned to you unharmed

Y/N: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I'm only worth ten thousand dollars?

Steve & Bucky:

Y/N: MAKE IT ONE MILLION-

Steve & Bucky, in unison: Y/N STOP

Thor: I put the pun in punishment.

Ned: I put the top in unstoppable.

Peter: I put the cute in execute.

Y/N: I put the sexy in dyslexia.

MJ: I put the ass in class.

Loki: I put the D in Y/N.

Peter: Croissants: dropped

Bucky: Road: works ahead

Loki: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Y/N: Shavacado: fre

Steve:

Steve, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Loki: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.

Thor: Actually, Y/N is my favorite.

Loki: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

Loki: We need to get through this locked door. Thor, give me your credit card.

Thor: Here.

Loki, pocketing it: Thanks. Y/N, kick down the door.

Loki: I told Bucky their ears flush when they lie.

Y/N: Why?

Loki: Look.

Loki: Hey Bucky! Do you love us?

Bucky, covering their ears: No.

Y/N:

Stark!Reader: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it…

Tony: Just rip the bandage off.

Stark!Reader: It's Loki.

Tony: Put the bandage back on.

Down with Crush (Loki x Female Reader) (18+)

Summary : You're an avenger and Loki have a crush on you, but he'd never express his feelings to you. But your thoughts infiltrate his head every waking moment, to find the relief he ends up on Tumblr every night to read Y/N x Male reader fics.

Warning : 18+ , Minors DNI , Sub loki, Male masturbation, slap kink

Note : This is what happens when I can't sleep and sub loki is on my mind.

Loki got enamored with you from the very moment he saw you. You are an avenger, a very popular one. And he absolutely adores you, however he'd never allow his feelings to come to the surface, his secret will remain intact. He can't handle another person rejecting him or the bundle of affection he had to offer. 

So he kept the fact that he fancied you to himself. Everytime you smiled at him, his cheeks flushed. Everytime your hands brushed against his he would feel the butterflies, you're strong but there is a softness about you that he would have wanted to explore if he wasn't so afraid of rejection. 

Whenever he wasn't saving the world he would hang out in his room surfing through his phone on this thing called web. He had found his favorite site, a site called Tumblr. He loved reading fanfictions, apparently that's what they called it. But he wasn't reading fictions about himself, no no no he was reading about you. He loved searching for your name in there.. Y/n x Male reader, it all started very innocently. He'd search for something fluffy and imagine those scenarios in his head about you. But then he stumbled upon a sex fiction, a smut piece if you will.

He has never come so hard as he did that night. He fondled himself until he exploded all over his torso, he felt so ashamed, so guilty, he felt like a pervert but he couldn't help it. He was so addicted to you. It felt like a drug that he needed in his veins.

"Let's see if I could find something tonight" he muttered under his breath as he laid down on his bed with his phone in his left hand, he made sure to get naked first. You always made him cum so hard, even though he was just imagining it all. He scrolled and scrolled to find a good smut fic that would make him tremble with need. And he finally did.

"Y/n x sub male reader.. fucking hel..yess" he started reading the fiction and it was a piece about you edging him mercilessly, he spat on his palm and then it went straight over his already hard and leaking cock. He needed a release that he craved so badly, he bit on his lips and then licked it as he scrolled down further. The dirty words scribbled by the writer were downright filthy.

"Awhhh my pretty boy you look so pretty like this, all tied up for my pleasure" he moaned audibly as he pictured you on top of him, his arms tied up over his head as you would talk down to him. He pumped his cock up and down slowly, his thumb rubbed against his tip. The sweat beads started to form on his forehead and pooled between his chest, he kept the temperature up for that same reason, he loved feeling so sweaty, so dirty as if he was actually there making love to you, fucking you. Your sweat drenched bodies rubbing against each other, the thought of your warm pussy made him even harder.

"Are you my good boy or not? Because you're being a real brat right now" The y/n in the story gave a small little slap on the reader's cheeks and he pictured you doing that to him. Oh he wanted to feel you slap him, hurt him, do whatever you wanted to do with him. He closed his eyes and thought about your hands as you slapped him hard. So hard, he wanted to feel the sting and then maybe a gentle caress, he'd love the mark you'd leave on him, he moaned loudly as he increased his strokes, he rubbed his precum all over his palm as he fisted himself. 

"Ohhh I'm your good boy miss y/n, yes I'm your good boy..fuck please miss..ahh yess" he mumbled as he felt himself getting closer to his peak. He threw his head backwards on the pillow, arched his back as he felt the knot building up in his core. He envisioned your mouth on him, taking him in, your tongue running around his shaft, his length, his balls even and he felt so nasty. 

"Cum for me whore" the line made him explode instantly and he screamed your name as he let go, he loved the degrading name being used for him, he wondered if you'd be into this type of thing. It was all fiction afterall. He looked at the cum that splattered all over his torso and he massaged it over his skin, he just wanted to close his eyes and picture you doing this to him. He was obsessed with you, truly obsessed but he would never let his feelings out to you or make you uncomfortable with this. 

Because he knew you'd never be into him, you're too good for him, you're beautiful, so smart, a hero. He's not worthy of you, the thought made him tear up and as soon the euphoria he felt from his orgasm died down, the guilt creeped in. You're his friend, one of the only people who genuinely seem to care about him. He truly felt ashamed of such thoughts, but he knew he'd come back to this whenever he'd see you again out there being your gorgeous self. He knew his mind would wander again as he'd picture filthy scenarios in his head about you. He can't have you but he can imagine.

He got up to get showered so he kept his phone down on the bed and left for his bathroom, and that's when you came out of his closet that was right next to his bed. It was his birthday tomorrow. You wanted to surprise him with a gift, you needed the exact size of his shirt but when you heard his footsteps approaching towards the room you hid in his closet. 

And you saw everything. You saw everything he did, the way he pleasured himself and screamed your name as he came.

And you intended to use this surprising revelation in your favor tomorrow

Y/n : I'll let you know I drive a very hard bargain

Loki : I have a KitKat and 50 cents

Y/n : ... I'll take the coin

Y/n : LETS GO KILL SOME BITCHES

Natasha in the other room : that's not a good sign

Happy New Year!! 🎉

If it's alright, could I request Loki Headcanons about a Shy Lover or Secret Admirer? I imagine something like that wouldn't stay secret for long, knowing Loki, but I love the idea of the Lover in question being flustered beyond belief at being found out 💕

MARVEL RIVALS - LOKI LAUFEYSON With a Shy Secret Admirer Headcanons!

Note(s): I'm sorry this came out a bit late, college stressed me out so bad my body and mind did a factory reset. I'll be trying to finish the rest of my requests weekly.

"Oh?" Loki's eyes are light, something unusual for the trickster. Almost eager, they flick between you and the paper that's held loosely in his hand, the usual hint of amusement in his upturned lips. "You wrote these? Well, I can't say I'm not flattered, but you are aware I've been courting you for quite some time, yes?"

You and Loki would most likely know each other prior to you becoming his secret admirer, after all, he is a bit of a flirt and you're most likely one of many that he's charmed over the years. But, for him to accept your proposal, which is how I intend to write this as to avoid angst, he would need to reciprocate your feelings. In short, he'd probably be actively courting you while you do this.

It'd mostly be insignificant things, not killing you, maybe paying you a compliment every now and then, and maybe, just maybe, if he's feeling generous he'll find it in his heart to give you a gift. Typically it's jewellery, something that reflects him, gold with green jewels are his favourite. Necklaces are a no brainer, they're so easy to spot, and it's so easy to tell who it's from, too (You'll be lucky if he doesn't engrave his name on the damn thing).

Of course, he loves to tease you. It's so fun to see you squirm and try to hide away, even if he can't see the effect of the blood rushing there, he likes to hold a hand to your face every now and then to see if it's hot. One of his favourites is to whisper plans of mischief, and maybe try and get you to tag along in his next prank or attempt to steal the throne, it depends on his mood, really.

Infuriatingly, however, you don't seem to pick up on his obvious flirtations. He immediately decides that's an issue on your part, but he'll indulge you and give an extra flirty, witty remark every now and then. Wait- you're still not- oh you frustrate him endlessly! He's got half a mind to smite you, you know!

The thing is, Loki enjoys a good mystery and a thrilling hunt, but what he wants most of all is to be adored, worshiped, have thousands at his feet begging and pleading just for him to spare them a glance. So, when he starts getting little trinkets wrapped in bows, with papers written full of heartfelt devotion... Well, how can a God refuse such wonderful praise?

It's around that time of annoyance and pining, his stubbornness refusing to allow him to confess first, you must make the first move as it's obviously you who is obsessed with him, that he actually begins to receive your gifts. In such random places too, sometimes even tucked in the pocket of his clothes! Not that he doesn't admire the bravery to do such a thing.

At first he doesn't really look deep into it, he's content to find the very obviously placed gifts and doesn't care much for where they're found. As long as he's getting the attention he rightfully deserves, he doesn't care who it's from. Why should he need to know who loves him when he's being loved either way?

But, when he does want to find out this secret admirer's identity, perhaps in a ploy to make you jealous and confess, it's when he realises that it's you. The handwriting, the way of speaking, grammar, punctuation, and the nail in the coffin is when he catches you placing a note in his quarters while invisible.

This works out brilliantly.

Not only does it confirm in Loki's mind that you're utterly infatuated and obsessed with him, but it makes him believe that you were secretly aware of his courting all along. That you, given your shy nature, had done this to play into his trickster personality. He can't say he isn't impressed by your wits! (Someone please get him a reality check...)

Naturally, Loki plans something sweet yet embarrassing for his your confession, and despite his want for love and attention, he supposes that he'll make it a private affair. After all, he does want you to admit your love for him and giving you a panic attack would probably only drive you away.

The gardens are certainly beautiful this time of day, not bright enough to burn your eyes but not dark enough so you can't see, it's perfect. Not to mention quiet. Many people prefer to admire the gardens after their meals, either in the morning or in the night, but strangely never the evening, which leaves you by yourself. It's peaceful.

Yet the peace, as usual, is interrupted by a certain prince.

You turn around when you hear your name being called, your brows shooting upwards when you realise it's Loki. What could he need? Is he planning another prank? No matter, either way you're clearly involved. So, you wave a friendly hand and hope that you can ignore the sickly butterflies in your stomach that flutter harder when the sound of his shoes click closer and closer towards you.

"I want to speak with you." Loki hums, coming to a halt only a meter away from you.

You ask what he wants to speak with you about and he searches in his pocket for a moment until he finds a small piece of paper, holding it out in his palm almost like an offering. It looks familiar. Hesitant, you feel your fingers pinch a corner and take it for yourself, dread setting in your stomach as you realise. He figured it out.

When you look up sharply to explain, his face is inches from yours. The action causes your cheeks to get unbelievably hot, and even if the blood rushing to your face isn't visible, Loki knows you, he knows your tells. "I admire your worship, darling." He whispers, eyes narrowing as a sly grin grows on his lips. "But I would prefer it to be in person."

hii merry christmas! :3

may I request hybrid!cat reader with loki? (if you feel comfortable writing abt hybrids if not, just a reader who has feline like qualities and abilities)

I can just imagine them as cats curled up snuggling and purring it won't leave my mind

if you need more clarification or details feel free to ask but I don't mind if you don't wanna do this request 🫶

have a happy new year and a good day/night!

MARVEL RIVALS - LOKI LAUFEYSON With a Cat Hybrid Reader

Note(s): Merry Christmas to you too and a happy new year! Even if I'm a little late to respond aha, much love to you anon for being my first Marvel Rivals request <3 I'm assuming you mean a reader who can transform into a cat, so that's what I wrote for. I had already begun writing before I could ask questions so I'm sorry if that's not accurate.

He's either such an asshole about it (affectionate), or surprisingly adorable.

If you transform around the house daily, even without him present, he has a nasty habit of just waltzing up to you and picking you up. Whether he then sits down with you on his lap, or simply does it to torment you changes with his mood. One second he's calling you a stupid animal, the next an adorable animal, and then he's practically unintelligible while praising you on his lap.

The two of you love to transform into cats and curl up next to a fireplace. Loki has found he feels more pliable and calm when in a cats body, although he doesn't like anybody but you touching him. Especially not petting him. The two of you have placed small cat beds all over your house, so the both of you can transform and then lay down and relax.

Speaking of, I think Loki would be some kind of a large, skinny shorthair cat. He'd be the kind of cat who looks really ominous and who you confuse for a piece of clothing in the dark, so there's a bit of silliness. Not to mention how, if you're in a humanoid form, he goes out of his way to try and torment you. Scratching and biting your ankles, stealing your food, he's a nightmare.

I do think that at least partly, you two can understand one another in cat form based primarily on body language and sometimes a vocal response, like hissing or meowing. Something Loki loves to do when you're both cats is randomly hit you out of nowhere, his slick black paw just baps you and then he's completely gone.

Loki's favourite pastime, even more than cuddling next to a fireplace, is to have you transformed and sat in his lap sleeping while he reads a good book. His fingers glide over your fur, scratching behind your ears, and sometimes he may even put the book down to coo at you for a few minutes.

I believe he would only allow you to put him in your lap or pick him up in cat form if you tell him it's because you want to appreciate and worship him, otherwise he feels it's insulting. If you praise him while doing it then absolutely feel free, carry him around, place him in your lap, you can even ask him to transform into his cat form just to do it and he will. But you must make him feel loved. Don't expect to start a task when you've begun loving him or he hisses and bites and scratches. Pay full attention to him and only him.

He's always joking that you need a bell collar, not exactly in a completely flirty way, more so in a majority demeaning and slight hint of flirty way. Especially if you're a more quiet person, he says it's so he can make sure where you are so you don't sneak up on him. If you think that's too far, he will stop, but don't expect his condescending nature to go away. That will never happen.

If your feline qualities happen to extend to things like being attracted to laser pointers, even while in a more humanoid form, he will absolutely use that to his advantage. Loki refuses to be anything less than obnoxious about it, he will use his powers to create a small point of light to attract your gaze, adoring the way your eyes go wide and follow it as if your life depends on it.

If you're weak willed, he will make you chase it by moving it around, cooing at how cute you are all the while. Of course this gets embarrassing and old fast, so you'd better develop some kind of residence to the cursed laser pointer.

Despite his teasing and mischievous nature, Loki helps you keep your fur well groomed. In his own way. He definitely knows how to take care of any type of hair, even animal kinds, and how to make sure they're shiny and soft and strong. But don't ever think that he'd get his hands dirty cleaning you himself. You, yourself, will do that, or he can get somebody else to. He, however, will not lifting a finger.

Hypocritically, he expects you to take care of him in cat form, and sometimes his Asgardian form, too.

"Come here." Loki purrs, coaxing you over with a single, curled finger, his lips twisted into that signature grin of his. But, whether you obey or not, he's the one who closes the distance, he's the one who kneels down to reach your height and holds a hand to your ear, poking one of them. It's an annoying feeling, there's nothing nice about being poked, especially when he does that with such an annoying look on his face. "They're a little awkward looking, aren't they?" He hums, chuckling at your huffed look.

Slightly confused, you meow, what would be a cute sound to anybody else Loki knows is you inquiring about the sudden interest in your feline features. You've had them ever since you've known him after all. But, he simply flicks you on the forehead. "Don't question me, mortal."

I need this forever so I can read it when I'm sad so great!😂😍😘

Synopsis: You are cursed with the ability to feel others’ emotions through touch. During a battle you’re fighting with Loki, he touches you and it opens your eyes to who he is. 

A/N: I’ll probably add more parts to this and make it a mini-fic, just because I love this concept so much. Our poor little God of Mischief isn’t evil, just misunderstood and dealing with a lot. 

Warnings: implied smut, violence, blood

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I agree, i'm genderfluid and not girly as other girls are

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

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Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

Hello! I'm pretty new to writing fics on here I've only got two so far a Luke Patterson x Reader and a Peter Parker x Reader (Link to my masterlist in my bio)

But I would love some requests if that isn't too much to ask love you all!!

P.S. At this point in time I won't be writing anything that isn't an x reader I'll update if I decide to change that. I am willing to write a lot of different things so feel free to req for any show, game, celebrity, ect.

P.P.S I write smut but only for characters/ people 18+ Thank you 😁