Nemesis: Origins

Loki x GreekGoddess!Reader Part 2

A/N: Hey y’all! This was actually a fic I had written a while ago back when I was in high school on another platform and for some reason never posted it here because I’m an idiot lol. I might have to do minor edits because some of this shit is cheesy. But here it is now! I hope y’all enjoy.

Summary: Imagine being Nemesis, the Greek goddess of Vengeance and Retribution, and the daughter of Hera and Zeus. Since you were a child, all you had known was the language of the sword due to your father’s ideology. But your sister Athena taught you not only the strategies of warfare but also the ways of the philosopher and the diplomat. Following the tournament and celebration of your coming into adulthood, your father sends you and your half-sister Tara on a mission to a far away planet you had never once thought you’d ever see.

Warnings: None

Prologue,Part 1

It had been a month since the day you met Aurora, and life had been pleasant since then. You would see each other nearly every day in your favorite spot in the garden, the spot under the pillared gazebo with nothing but trees and flowers surrounding the area. Even Drakon had grew to like her, and he tended to be quite the picky dragon when it came to people other than you. During the time spent together, you would tell each other many stories. Aurora had confessed the troubles of her life, how she was invisible amongst her brothers and sisters and in the eyes of her mother. And in return, you told her about the troubles of your own. You told her how often you noticed the way people looked at you strange because you didn’t look like other Olympians. You told her about how they always frowned at your unkept, boyish appearance, something they thought to be unfitting of a princess. They also didn’t like the fact that you always spoke your mind, which eventually led to word being spread around like wildfire of your outlandish behavior, much to the disappointment of your parents. “It’s un-lady-like” they would say. But, apart from that, you didn’t let the rumors and critiques of others bother you.

You both had dreams of your own. Dreams of escaping, traveling to other realms. Aurora told you how she would like to travel one day to other places to discover the different possible dragons that might inhabit there, and at the same time, master her elemental abilities. And when she had asked you what you dreamed of doing someday, you replied that you would like to see other worlds, see the beauty of their landscape and architecture while meeting other peculiar individuals. You confessed how you also hoped to master not only your skills of warfare and the blade, but also the penmanship and intelligence of the wise while finally perfecting the abilities of your telepathy. And as of right now, you were already well on your way of achieving just that by attending your daily sessions with your sister Athena.

“So have you learned anything new from your powers?” You asked your friend, your hands folded across your stomach as you stared up at the sky, following the clouds as they moved from your spot on the grass.

“Not yet.” Aurora replied as she picked at the green grass near her feet as she sat with her legs crossed, “And you?" 

"No, nothing yet. I can still hear thoughts and read a few minds but, that’s it.” You shrugged your shoulders in disappointment. You wanted nothing more than to match the skills of those you knew, and it didn’t help that it was taking you a long time to reach the goals you had set for yourself. Everyone in your family had already mastered their powers at your age and the thought of it made you upset with yourself.

“Nemesis!” You heard your father’s loud voice booming through the garden, the sound startling Drakon awake from his nap.

“I’m here papa.” You called out at him before turning to Aurora to see her tense up. 

You saw your father walk towards you with a smile, catching the way his eyes glanced over at Aurora rather displeasingly. The subtle action made her cower behind you in timidness, her hands held behind her as she stared down at the grass beneath her feet.

“It’s okay Aurora,” You whispered to her. “It’s just my papa." 

"I know, but still.” She mumbled back as she looked up at you from under her lashes.

“Come y/n, we have matters to attend to.” He spoke, extending an open hand towards you.  

“……..Yes papa.” You muttered with a lowered head, your lips formed into a pout as you took his large hand after telling Drakon to stay.

“You should go home to your mother Aurora.” Zeus gave Aurora a stern look, a look that made you frown at the sight of it.

Did your father not like her?

“Yes, your majesty. Bye y/n.” Aurora bowed quietly before walking off with her head facing the ground. 

You tried to open your mouth to ask your father Zeus about Aurora, curious as to why he had looked at her as if she were some beggar but resulted in changing your mind once you saw his expression. "Papa?“ 

"Yes child?" 

"Where are we going?" 

"It’s a surprise.” Zeus told you as he lead you off to another side the garden, his eyes focused on someone ahead.

You followed his gaze, looking ahead and tilting your head in curiosity upon seeing a beautiful woman, her chestnut skin glowing against the sun’s rays as her tight ebony curls blow gently against the wind, holding the hand of a younger girl your age that resembled her. Yet her eyes, they resembled another, of someone you knew.

Who is she?

You heard the woman bend down to whisper a few words in her daughter’s ear. Whatever she had said made the little girl’s eyes widen in shock as she stared at your father. She looked back up at her mother for assurance before looking back at Zeus, taking a step towards him nervously. You watched curiously from behind your father as he kneeled down to face her properly before taking her small hand in his.

“You are very special child. I’m sure this whole arrangement has you baffled but rest not you aren’t alone.” Zeus uttered to the little girl before motioning to you. "This here is y/n, my daughter and your half sister. Y/n, this your sister Tara and her mother Neith.“

You let out an inaudible gasp, your eyes widened at what he had just said. Your father and an Egyptian goddess? Was this forbidden or just unheard of? Did your mother know of this? The little girl Tara looked at you with a baffled expression, the both of you mirroring each other as you locked eyes with her.

A million thoughts ran through your little head as you tried to figure out what she was thinking. What if she hated you right now. What if she thought you were pathetic and not worthy of being a sister. At this point, you didn’t know what to think, you thought you would be the last remaining child of Zeus, and yet, here she was. A girl from another realm, carrying the blood of the Egyptian gods through your veins, your new half-sister. As a result of your rash and panicked thinking, you decided on a duel. You would challenge her to a duel in order to find out her true intentions….if she had any.

"Hi I’m y/n. Do you also have powers like me? I just wanted to know because I’m psychic, a warrior and will soon be able to fly. What can you do?” You introduced yourself, sticking out your tiny hand for her to shake.

“Hello, I can talk to animals and with practice and training I can get their abilities. I’m also a gifted warrior, I can use any weapon you give me.” Tara introduced herself as well, shaking your hand eagerly.

She can talk to animals? You thought, suddenly becoming disappointed over your own abilities or rather lack thereof. Why did you have to be gifted with such bland abilities? Remember y/n, do not make yourself seem weak, especially not in front of your new sister. 

“Then it’s settled, we shall spar, swords only.” You announced with your arms crossed.

“Y/n!” Zeus uttered your name in alarm. “You can’t just ask your sister, whom you just met, to spar with you.”

“Is this area ok with you?” Tara stood with her small sword in hand, a blade that had a strange curve on the ends that you had never seen before.

“Let them Zeus. Come over here and watch with me.” Neith told the rather baffled looking Zeus as she dragged him to the side. 

With both of your small dulled swords in your hands, you began to circle each other, one foot overstepping the other, your eyes focused on each other’s movements and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Tara was the one to pull the first attack, lunging forward in front of you as she swung her blade down to your shoulder. In a swift movement, you brought up your own sword and parried the attack, hitting her blade away with the edge of yours in a loud clink. Remembering what Athena had taught you, you attacked her with quick strikes and forced her to be on the defensive, deceiving her to think that was the only stance that you were capable of. A small smirk formed on your lips as you started to build up some confidence, even enjoying the refreshing moment of having the chance to spar with someone other than Athena. Tara was good with the blade, but not good enough, you thought. Before you were able to land another swing at her, Tara did a 360 pivot to the right, her sandals brushing against the dirt of the path before pressing her blade to your neck.

“Stand down.” She ordered in your ear.

Oh dear sister, do not pride in yourself that quick. 

“What makes you think I’m ready to give up?” You asked her, trying your best to hide the smirk that tugged at your lips.

“You spent most of your energy doing quick heavy attacks while I was guarding. Any more fighting is useless.” She smiled at you before releasing her sword off your neck and dropping it to her side. 

“I see.” You lowered your sword as well and returned it to your belt. “You really are skilled, however,” you smirked as you grabbed her arm, flipping her over your shoulder and pinning her to the ground. “Never let your guard down sister.”

Tara and you let out a childish giggle at the act, a smile appearing on your lips as you helped her up before dusting yourselves off. Neith and Zeus were amused with your little combat techniques, sending the both off you off to play while they went off to discuss some important matters. You decided to show Tara around a bit and took her to the far side of the garden, your favorite little spot where you found Drakon waiting for you. Tara had stood in shock at seeing Drakon, it was her first time seeing a dragon. Back in her home they had similar beasts but instead they resembled large snakes, something that rather terrified the young Egyptian princess. But thankfully, it didn’t take long for Tara and Drakon to warm up to each other. The two of you shared stories in the spot under the gazebo as you told her everything there was to know about Olympus and the different creatures that can be spotted throughout the realm. You listened with fascination as Tara described to you about the vastness of her homeland. She explained how that her realm wasn’t that much different from Midguards continent of Africa, and was all together magical in it’s own uniqueness and even promised to take you with her to visit someday. You were happy for once, relieved to have a sister such as her. Now that she was around, you didn’t feel left out after having to be the youngest of Zeus’s children and not having anyone to relate to. Tara and you had connected the moment you first saw each other, and nothing had made you happier than that very moment. You heard some footsteps in the distance and turned your head to see someone you knew, a stunning young woman who carried this certain warmth and kindness in her eyes that you have yet to see in anyone else, your mother Hera.

“Nemesis darling, Tara, your father would like to see you both.” She smiled at the two of you with her hands folded in front of her, a sparkle in her eye at seeing that the two of you had got along so quickly.

“Mana!(mother in Greek)” You gasped, looking between her and your sister with wide eyes, “You know Tara?”

“Why of course I do.” She nodded her head, her eyes that resembled the feathers of a peacock resting upon Tara’s surprised face. Her soothing voice that you loved to hear softening when she spoke to your sister. “My name is Hera young princess. I am the Queen of Olympus.”

“Nice to meet you your majesty.” Tara marveled at your mother, her eyes filled with awe and shock upon meeting a woman she had only heard about through her own mother.

“What does papa want?” You asked Hera, your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. 

“Why don’t you go see for yourselves then?” Hera smiled while helping the two of you to our feet before leading you back to the garden. Upon arriving once more on the stone path that led into the garden, you found Zeus and Neith sitting on one of the stone benches, their voices hushed in silent conversation before abruptly stopping at the sound of your footsteps. There was something hidden behind their eyes, a thought that was ready to be revealed as they focused their gaze on Tara and you. Something told you there was another reason your sister Tara came to Olympus today, and it wasn’t just for introductions.

“What is it Papa?” You asked as you walked up to him, resting your hands on the fabric of his bent knees. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing serious child.” He answered with a soft smile, placing a hand on your shoulder before facing Tara and waving her over. “Come hither Tara.”

You watched Tara as she timidly walked over to your side, her hand clutching the back of your tunic in nervousness.

“Are…are we in trouble?” She mumbled out.

“Oh no no my dear child!” Zeus chuckled out, the ends of his eyes crinkling in humor as he placed his other hand on Tara’s shoulder as well.

“Then what is it Papa?” You asked him the same question with a frown, not amused at his lack of answering to your inquiries. You didn’t like to be left in the dark.

“I’m taking you both to a new place.” He finally answered, his words making you tilt your head in confusion.

A new place? What new place?, you thought.

“What new place sir?” You heard Tara ask the exact same question you were going to ask next.

“There’s no need to be formal Tara, for I am your father.” Zeus smiled at her.

“Yes….father.” Tara mumbled shyly at him, not used to having the idea of a father thrown at her so suddenly. She wanted to accept that this man she had never seen before was her father, but it was all still new information for her.

“Now, go get dressed.” Your father nodded off in the opposite direction. “We’re going to leave in a bit. Tara, I believe your mother already has garments for you.”

“I can’t wear this?” You referred to your tunic, your face scrunching up at the thought of dressing up when you were already in something comfortable.

“Y/n child.” Zeus stared you down with an amused smirk, “You must wear something else. You’ve been training in this tunic, it’s covered in dirt.”

“……yes papa.” You let out a sigh, mumbling as you did so.

You knew there was no way you were going to win this argument.

“Go to your mother and Aphrodite, they’ll dress you.”

“Yes papa.” You let out another sigh as you walked away while Tara went along with her mother Neith.

You waved Drakon over, letting him tag along behind you as you walked back to your father’s palace. To be honest, though you didn’t like the idea of travelling on such a short notice, you were excited to see just where it was that you and Tara were heading. You entered the courtyard of your father’s palace; it was a large open space lined with pillars and the greenest plants and trees that bared colorful exotic fruits that left a mouth-watering scent when you passed by them, with a fountain that spilled water onto the rectangular pool of water just below it. You smiled to see your mother waiting patiently for you, leaning against one of the pillars with your aunt Aphrodite standing beside her. Drakon stayed in the courtyard under the shade while you walked over to your mother.

“Mana!” You giggled as you ran over to hug her, your little arms wrapping around her legs while you pressed your cheek against her stomach before smiling up at Aphrodite. “Hello theía (Aunt in greek).”

“Hello Nemesis.” Aphrodite smiled back at you, the sun’s rays radiating against her skin and making her pink rose-toned hair glow brighter.

“Careful y/n! Come, let’s get you cleaned up and dressed.” Hera beamed down at you before taking your hand and leading you to your bedroom, your sandals echoing in clicks against the marble and gold floors of the inside of the palace.

“Must I wear this mana?” You looked back at your mother as you tugged on your new dress that draped over your shoulders and stopped down at your elbows while she tied a golden silk belt around your torso. “It’s pink.”

“But it looks lovely on you y/n dear.” Aphrodite gave a playful pout.

“Listen my dear kóri (daughter). It’s only for today.” Hera kneeled down in front of you to put her hands on your shoulders and look into your eyes. “And who knows, you might even find a boy.”

“Ewwww! No mana! That’s gross!” You made a face, sticking out your tongue and feigning a puking sound. “Boys are for friends only. And they have germs.”

“Did Athena tell you that?” Hera smiled amusingly before standing back up.

“Yes. Can I at least keep my bracers on mana?”

“Oh alright, you can.”

“Bye y/n! Have a safe journey my dear.” Aphrodite waved you goodbye as you did the same.

“Come Drakon!” You called your dragon over, excited to show him the new sights as well. As long as he went with you, you’d look more forward to the trip.

Drakon trotted along beside you as you went to meet with your father and sister, looking ahead to see them standing next to Neith.

“Papa!” You giggled as you ran up and hugged him.

“You’re quite eager child. And don’t you look as lovely as the Elysian fields.”

“No.” You let out a blunt disagreement before turning to Tara in and gasping at her new dress and cloak. “You look beautiful adelfí.”

“Adelfí?” She furrowed her brows with confusion.“

"It means sister.”

“Ohhh.” Tara nodded with a smile. “Thank you ‘ukht. You look beautiful too.”

“Does 'ukht mean sister?” You asked her with excitement to which she nodded before adding. “It’s a beautiful language.”

“Come now children.” Zeus cleared his throat before gesturing over to his flying vessel, the made up of sturdy Olympian wood and gold with pearl inlays that detailed certain areas. The vessel resembled the ships used by the ancient Greeks, something you had seen pictures of in books. “There’s no time for waste.”

You had always seen one of these things in the sky whenever you were out and about, but this was your first time boarding one. Growing up, you had envied the individuals who had the opportunity to be on one, traveling whenever they needed to.

“Papa. Can Drakon go?” You asked your father.

“I’m afraid not kóri.” Zeus shook his head with a frown. “Where we’re going, I’m not sure if those people will take a liking to him.”

“But he’s kind.” You frowned at his words, wondering why in the realms anyone would not take a liking to your dragon, the same dragon who had never even hurt the smallest living thing. Not only that, but Drakon was still a child.

“I know y/n. I gave you the greatest and most kindest dragon in all the realms. But that doesn’t mean others will see him as that.”

“Yes papa.” You sighed before turning to Drakon and hugging him. “I’m sorry o fílos mou (my dear friend). You’ll have to stay here with mana. But don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”

Drakon whined in reply as he buried his head in your neck, his scales tickling your skin as he tried not to tear up because he knew that would make you cry as well. You let go of Drakon reluctantly, frowning as you watched him walk over to Hera’s side, letting her rest her hand on his head and stroke the scales on his head.

You started to walk onto the ramp that connected your father’s ship but stopped when you felt his hands hold you back by the shoulders, “Wait for a moment child.”

“Yes papa?”

“Here.” He pulled out a deep maroon wool cloak, wrapping the fabric around your shoulders before pulling the hood onto your head. “Wear this cloak.”

“What for papa?”

“No one must know about your wings y/n child. They might not be accustomed to such a thing.” He advised as he fastened the hook on your cloak before resting his hands on your shoulders.

“People are strange.” You frowned at the thought of having to change such little things in order for others to not notice you. You couldn’t seem to understand the reasoning, but at the same time you suppose your father had a point. If the people on your home planet looked at you differently, imagine the ones on others.

“They can be.” Zeus puts a gentle hand on your back, leading you onto the ship.

Tara and you waved goodbye to Hera, Neith and Drakon at the end of the ramp before walking off to stand beside one another at the back of the ship.

“Are you nervous adelfí?” You asked your sister, setting your hands on the wooden bar of the rail and staring out onto the horizon as clouds passed by ahead of you. If you had just reached out your hand, you could brush your fingertips against them and finally get to know what a cloud felt like. Your father’s land or rather his own separate kingdom was a piece of land that was separate from the earth of the planet Olympus itself, hovering in the air above the ground like it’s very own floating city.

“A little bit. I’ve never been outside of Egypt so Olympus is still new to me.” She answered.

“I’ve never been outside of palace grounds.” You muttered, trying your best not to look down at the earth below as if you would fall straight off.

“Really?” Tara stared at you, shocked that you had never left the grounds of your father’s kingdom, not even the palace. There was so much to see, and here you were, living your whole life confined in the walls and gardens of the palace you called home.

“No.” You shook your head with a half efforted smile. “Father said it’s dangerous, so I’ve never been outside.”

“Don’t worry.” You felt her wrap her arm around your shoulders. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll protect you.”

“And I’ll protect you.” You smiled back.

“How does Olympus stay in the air?” Tara asked you as she gripped onto the rail, sticking her head out and peering out onto the depths of the world below as the ship started to sail.

“Olympus is the name of our planet.” You explained with a gesture of your hands. “This place, this is my father’s kingdom called Ouránia, which means the heavens. From what papa told me, my uncles Poseidon and Hades, and I think the rest of the major gods have their own kingdom. Poseidon and Hades for sure though.”

“Really? That’s interesting.”

“I can’t wait to get older and visit everything here.” You rested your elbows on the rail of your father’s ship, bringing your head down to rest on your hands as the wind blew gently through the strands of your hair.

“I can’t wait to see where father is taking us.” Tara copied your stance, bringing her head down to rest on her hands as well.

“That is true.” You smiled as you peered out at the horizon again, admiring the scenery and the architecture of your father’s floating city as you drifted further away form it.

It wasn’t long before the ship came to a stop and your father had directed you to follow him out onto the ramp, and when you did, you grabbed Tara’s hand and stepped onto the platform of the new area you had just stopped, not even daring to glance at at the vastness below.

“Where are we papa?” You asked as you followed him towards a large golden crystal-like building that resembled a rather extravagent dome.

“This is our planetarium.” Zeus gestured to the structure in front of him. “And this is also where our tilemetaforéa is located.”

“Teleporter?” You quirked a brow in question. Why was your father taking you to a teleporter? You heard those were only for long distances, as in other realm travels.

“Papa.” You gasped. “We’re going to another realm?”

“Correct y/n. Which realm? That’ll be a surprise.” Zeus smiled as he lead the two of you into the golden dome where you found your older brother Hermes standing in the center.

“Two realms in one day?” Tara whispered to you, her eyes wide and her lips pressed into a firm line. “That’s a lot.”

“Hermes son.” Zeus clapped your brother on the back. “Take us to where I have informed you of.”

“Yes father.” Hermes nodded before smiling at us. “Hello y/n. Hello Tara.”

Tara and you uttered your greetings before following your father up this metallic winding stairs that led into a rather spacious area with big open windows that revealed the wonder before you. Beyond the glass, millions of stars were able to be seen, all of them scattered around you like the sprinkling of glitter, and in between them distant planets. You had always seen the stars and planets from afar from your place at home, but this was beyond anything you had ever imagined. It was as if they were just a mile away.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it.” Zeus breathed out, a proud smile sitting on his lips as he held both Tara’s and your hand as he stared out at the held beyond the window before him. “Brace yourselves my daughters. This might be nauseating.”

At first, there was this loud sound, like the sound of gears turning all around you, and then suddenly this bright gold light filled the many other crystal like colors enveloped all around you. And then, you felt a strange whiplash sensation take over your body, yanking you off your feet and transporting you away from your home planet and to another realm.

Nemesis: Origins

Loki x GreekGoddess!Reader Part 1

A/N: Hey y’all! This was actually a fic I had written a while ago back when I was in high school on another platform and for some reason never posted it here because I’m an idiot lol. I might have to do minor edits because some of this shit is cheesy. But here it is now! I hope y’all enjoy.

Summary: Imagine being Nemesis, the Greek goddess of Vengeance and Retribution, and the daughter of Hera and Zeus. Since you were a child, all you had known was the language of the sword due to your father’s ideology. But your sister Athena taught you not only the strategies of warfare but also the ways of the philosopher and the diplomat. Following the tournament and celebration of your coming into adulthood, your father sends you and your half-sister Tara on a mission to a far away planet you had never once thought you’d ever see.

Prologue,Part 2

(In this chapter y/n is currently 8 years old. The characters Tara and Aurora belong to a friend.)

“Come on y/n! Move your feet!” You heard your older sister Athena shout at you as she swung her sword down on your head, her untamed hair blowing against the wind as she moved.

You flinched at the action and brought your shield up to block her blow before clashing your sword against hers, the clinking of metal echoing across the practice arena.

Athena took the chance and connected her sandal wrapped foot with your torso, knocking you down to the sand in the process. “Close your spaces! Never give your enemies an open opportunity to wound you!" 

You rolled over onto your scraped up knees and stood up only to get knocked down again by Athena’s shield. "Come on y/n. You have to try harder.”

“I am.” You groaned as you got up on your feet with a pout, your body, tunic, and the wings perched on your back covered with sand and dirt. 

“There you are!” You heard a cheerful booming voice. 

You whipped your head around at the voice, a grin appearing on your face to see your father Zeus walking to you with his arms outreached. 

“Papa!” You giggled as you dropped your sword and shield, running into your father’s arms.  

“Look at you.” Zeus chuckled at your filthy appearance as he picked you up, resting you on his hip. “I hope you’ve fought well.”

“She’s rather rough around the edges.” Athena stepped up to the two of you with her hands on her hips. “Time will make her better.“

"But you were the greatest warrior in all the realms at her age.” Zeus told Athena.

“But I am the goddess of war and wisdom father.” Athena explained to him. “Everyone is different. And y/n is still a child.”

“Well practice makes perfect. Isn’t that right y/n?” Zeus turned to you.

“Yes papa.” You muttered out before speaking up. “Papa? Can I go play?”

“Of course child.” Zeus smiled at you before setting you down on the ground. 

A grin formed on your face as you ran towards your dragon, Drakon (Drah-kon), who sat on the grass. Father had gifted him to you when you were born and he was still a baby too at that time. 

“Come on Drakon!” You giggled at him as you tackled him. 

Drakon, who was not much bigger than you, nuzzled your face before tagging alongside you as you ran towards the palace garden, your sandals smacking against the pavement as your wings ruffled behind you against the wind.

You ran to your favorite secluded spot, opening up your satchel and taking out a book from your father’s journey to Earth. The book was called The Odyssey, and your father had told you how it was written by a man named Homer. You found it interesting to see what humans thought of your kind. You laid down on the grass with your body propped against Drakon as he huddled next to you. Opening up the leather bound book, you cleared your throat and started reading aloud, leaving all the worldly matters behind.

You had just finished the first four chapters when you heard a cry of happiness steadily coming closer that you desperately tried your best to ignore, though you grew worried when you heard the cry turn to fear. You closed your book and started to turn around when you suddenly felt something impact Drakon, knocking you onto the floor.

Drakon let out a snort of laughter at your fallen state, making you snap your head towards him, “That’s not funny Drakon.” You were upset that someone had the nerve to interrupt your reading time.

“Hey what was that for?” You yelled as you rushed around Drakon to see who it was, though Drakon didn’t seem that angry that someone hit him.

“Sorry..” You heard a quite voice mumble. To your surprise you saw a young girl, roughly the same age as you, rubbing her head from the impact. Your first impression of her was color, and not in a bad way, looking at her reminded you of what mortals call the Northern lights, or what you know of as Eos’s chariots. Her hair started of a deep black, as if you where staring at the night sky, but swirling through it were streams of red, blue, green, and most of all purple. Her skin was well tanned, as though she spent most of her time outside. She was wearing a dress that mimicked the sunrise, the top left part of her dress being the night sky, and the bottom right the rising sun. Her eyes where akin to an amethyst, though there was something in them you couldn’t place your finger on. On a closer look you saw a small line of scales encircling her head instead of a laurel.

“Sorry.” She mumbled out in a quiet voice. “I don’t mean to hit your dragon there.”

“His name is Drakon. Who are you?” You furrowed your brows at her as your small wings spread out in length in a defensive state.

You had never seen her before. Who is this creature?

The girl looked up at you and bowed into a small curtsy. “My name is Aurora, I am a child of Eos, your highness." 

A child of Eos? You noticed how her face turned into an annoyed expression at the name of her mother.

"I’m y/n. I guess you already know that." You smiled politely, your wings relaxing behind your back. "Are you mad at your mom?" 

"Huh?" 

"You made a gross face when you said her name.” You explained to her. 

You thought this girl was quite strange, and yet you were intrigued and wanted to know more about her.

“My mother has many children, so for the most part I am left alone.” She lowered her eyes as she fidgeted with her dress out of shyness. 

“Well then Aurora, you won’t be alone anymore." 

"I won’t?” She looked up at you, her eyes filled with curiosity. 

“Nope! From now on, I will be your friend!” You gave her a toothy grin, making her giggle in response.

You watched how a frown had appeared on her face, her hand a blur as it moved past you catching a stone that had been thrown at your back.

“That isn’t nice you two.” Her eyes flickered, and for a moment you could have sworn to have seen them completely change to be similar to Drakon’s. You were shocked, confused even as you turned around to see who had thrown the stone in the first place. And to your surprise it was two of the locals, most likely the sons of merchants who had wandered away from their parents.

Drakon had let out a small growl upon seeing the two little boys were a few years older than you, thinking they were a threat.

“Drakon, don’t.” You whispered to him as you pushed him behind you with your tiny hands.

“And why should we listen to you, you are just another one of Eos’s brats.” The older of the two lashed out at Aurora.

“Yeah, and you aren’t even a real goddess, just a demi!” The younger one supported his the elder’s insult. “At least little miss wings here is an actual goddess.”

“Hey!” You called out, your eyes narrowing at the words that sputtered out of their twisted little mouths. “Why are you here?”

“Because we can you stupid girl.” The older one replied.

“Why are you yelling at her? She is a princess Mr. Stupid face.” Aurora yelled in response, puffing out her chest with clenched fists.

“At least Mother pays attention to me.” The now dubbed ‘Mr. Stupid face’ responded with.

From the corner of your eye, you caught how their words had affected her as she had let out a small wince.

“You tell her brother!” the other one cheered at the sight of Aurora’s frown.

“At least we have enough self confidence to not need to pick on someone to feel better.” Aurora spoke up out before you could say anything. You blinked in surprise at that, not expecting her to come up with such wit.

“Yeah, well, at least I have a mom that cares about me.” The boy snapped back, a smug look on his face.

You had had enough. “Oh yeah? Well if your mom really cared about you, she wouldn’t raise you to be an ill-tempered ogre-face!” You shouted at them, finally loosing your temper. 

The two boys looked at you with blank expressions, the both of them surprised at such an outburst coming from someone of your status.

“You’re not even supposed to be here. You should run back home before I tell my father. Or maybe I’ll tell my uncle Hades!” You stuck up your nose, folding your arms across my chest. 

An amused smirk formed on your lips as you watched the boys’ eyes widen in fear. You had secretly loved pulling that card, especially the one with your Uncle Hades. Everyone knew not to mess with the three major gods, even the one who ruled the dead themselves. You let out a giggle as the boys stumbled backwards on their feet before running away with a squeal and disappearing down the hill.

“And don’t come back you hear me!?” Aurora called out at them.

“So what’s it like having wings? Must be nice to be able to fly.” Aurora asked you as she poked her little fingers across the gold flakes that spotted your white feathers.

"Oh, I can’t fly yet. Papa said it’s because I’m still small, just like baby birds." 

"Well maybe when you learn to fly, you can take me and we can go on adventures.” Aurora looked at you with hope and excitement on her face. 

“Of course.” You smiled at her before sticking out your pink finger. “I promise.“ 

"Yay!” Aurora giggled before spreading her arms out and purposely falling on top of you.

Your child-like giggles ringed out throughout the garden as you began to talk of silly things like your favorite pastries, what sort of pranks you had once pulled, and why the clouds need to be made of candy, the two of you happy at the start of your new friendship.

Nemesis: Origins

Loki x GreekGoddess!Reader Prologue

A/N: Hey y’all! This was actually a fic I had written a while ago back when I was in high school on another platform and for some reason never posted it here because I’m an idiot lol. I might have to do minor edits because some of this shit is cheesy. But here it is now! I hope y’all enjoy.

Summary: Imagine being Nemesis, the Greek goddess of Vengeance and Retribution, and the daughter of Hera and Zeus. Since you were a child, all you had known was the language of the sword due to your father’s ideology. But your sister Athena taught you not only the strategies of warfare but also the ways of the philosopher and the diplomat. Following the tournament and celebration of your coming into adulthood, your father sends you and your half-sister Tara on a mission to a far away planet you had never once thought you’d ever see.

Part 1,Part 2

Sun and Moon

The birth of Princess Tara Antaki was a joyous one. Everyone from all over Egypt came to see her, the daughter of Queen Neith, goddess of the hunt and war. It is said that she was born under a lunar eclipse, and from that, the gods and goddesses knew she would grew up to be beautiful, with kindness and generosity beyond any other. The animals too came to embrace and cherish the little baby girl, to which the gods decided she would be the goddess of all animals and combat. She was born with her mother’s beautiful face and hair, but her eyes, inherited from another father, were a bit different than his. They were the brightest of blue with bits of green that would make the Earth bow down to their beauty. Her skin was a beautiful bronze that resembled the richest of gold, her full lips resembled petals of a beautiful flower. And her hair was blacker than the blackest of nights and softer than silk with perfect curls that made Egyptians jealous. And on her wrist lay a delicate silver mark of a crescent moon. The gods and the people of Egypt joyously celebrated the birth of Princess Tara, and bestowed many blessings and gifts upon the Queen and her daughter, unaware of the birth of another child, in another world.

In a distant realm, not too far from Earth, a girl was born. A child of Olympus, the first natural born daughter of King Zeus and his wife, Queen Hera. The child was born under a solar eclipse, and the gods foretold that she would grow up to be beautiful with enormous energy that would light up the world. She was born with beautiful (your skin color) skin and beautiful hair the color of (your hair color) with brows that ever so perfectly framed her face. Her eyes were the color of gold that sparkled along with specks of purple that put the stars and suns to shame, a trait that was unique even to the Olympian gods. She was also born with a golden mark of a sun on her right wrist. Legend has it, that at the celebration of her birth, the little princess became angered over the actions of a thief, in which they decided to name her Nemesis and title her as the goddess of vengeance and retribution.

The birth of the two young princesses marks a historic turning point in the realm of the gods and mankind. The key to the future lies solely in their hands and it’s up to them to decide whether they want to save the world or destroy it.

Y/N, to Loki:Hey.

Loki:He-*Screams*

Y/N: Why are you screaming!?

Loki: Why are you in my shower!?

Y/N: Well looks like we both have questions we don’t have answers to.

My Mind Forgets To Remind Me, You’re a Bad Idea

Loki x Reader

Summary: What happens when you let a stranger take you home?

Warning: unprotected sex, sex between strangers, degradation, branding, hand around neck (not choking),

A/n: This is my final post for my 1k celebration! This has been so, so fun!

The music is blaring in your ears.

The lights are blinding you.

The alcohol is clouding your judgement.

The hands around your waist have you falling… Falling hard.

“Come home with me,” The stranger mutters, nipping at your ear. He’d been eyeing you from across the room all night, sending you drinks, before finally coming up and dancing with you.

His jet black hair matches his suit perfectly, drawing your attention even more. You can feel his cock hardening against your ass, thanks to your dress. It’s been a while since you’ve gone home with a stranger, but the way he’s holding you has you wondering why you’re not already on the way to his house.

You moan quietly as he presses a kiss to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed. “Hmm… How do I know it’s going to be worth my time?” You tease, turning around before he can answer.

The stranger smirks, eyeing you up and down. He almost looks offended, until you realize he’s quite intrigued. “Because,” He starts, his hands trailing down to your ass. “I’ve been watching you all night, studying you. Figuring out what you like, what you don’t like,” He mutters, his finger lightly trailing up your spine.

When he reaches your neck, he wraps his hand around the back of it, pulling your face closer to his. Your stomach practically explodes with lust, your lips parting. “I know you like being tossed around like you weigh nothing. I know you like it when a man puts you in your place,” He says, which makes you scoff.

He’s full of shit.

If he knew anything about you, he’d know you hate when men tell you what to do. You’re an independent woman, you don’t need anyone to tell you what to do. He’s wasting your time.

“Bullsh—“

He tightens his grip on the back of your neck, a smile creeping across his face. “I’m gonna give you 5 minutes to say goodbye to your little friends. After that, you’re going to follow me to my car,” He orders, his voice dropping.

You gulp, your heart racing in your chest. His orders had your cunt clenching around nothing but air. You nod, wondering if he really was right. How did he know something about you that you didn’t even know?

The man turns his back to you, swiftly walking to the front of the club, standing by the door. You frantically search for your friends, not wanting to find out what would happen if you took longer than 5 minutes. You finally see your friend, racing over to her.

“I’m leaving,” You say, trying to catch your breath. You hope you don’t look as fucked out as you feel, but you know you probably do. Your friend looks you up and down, a smile on her face.

“Leaving to do what?” She asks, smirking.

“To have the best sex of my life,” You reply, turning around before she can say anything. You hear her laughing behind you, but you’re not focused on that right now. You’re focused on the way the man’s eyes are locked onto yours as you push through the crowd, beckoning you to come to him.

“Excuse me… Move… Coming through,” You mutter, elbowing your way through the crowd. When you finally reach the man, you look up at him, already feeling yourself submit. He stares down at you, glaring.

“Follow me,” He orders, opening the door. You hurriedly follow him, your short legs no match for his long ones. You follow him through the parking lot, stopping when he reaches his car. “Get in,” He says, opening his door.

You start to open the door, but your hand pulls back immediately. You can’t get in the car with this man. You don’t even know his name. What about all you’d learned about stranger danger?

“Wait, what’s your name?”

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “You’ll find out soon,”

—–

The whole time on the way to your house, the stranger is stroking your thigh, completely ignoring the way your legs were clenching. He hadn’t said a word to you, only sighing and clenching his jaw. Now that you’re in your apartment, he has you backed against the door, his hands roaming your body.

“Spread those legs for me,” He mutters, never pulling away from your lips. You do as he says, not wanting to get on his bad side. You feel his fingers working to pull your panties down your legs, stepping out of them when they’re around your ankles. He kisses you again, blocking your view of what he does with your panties.

“P-please, touch me,” You breathe out, desperate for attention. You need him, you don’t care about the consequences.

The man tuts, shaking his head. “You don’t tell me what to do. I tell you what to do,” He says, his hand grasping your shoulder. He pushes you down until your knees are touching your floor, eye-level at his crotch.

“Take me out,” He orders, motioning to the crotch of his pants. The hardwood floor is pressing against your knees, letting you know you’ll be sore tomorrow. You gulp, rubbing your hands over the growing bulge in his pants. You haven’t even seen his cock yet, but you just know it’s big.

If you’re gonna get ruined, might as well have fun with it, right?

You lean forward, staring up at him as your face moves closer. The man stares down at you, his chest heaving. You can tell he’s not used to waiting or not getting what he wants, and it spurs you on.

You stare at him while you stick your tongue out of your mouth, licking a stripe up his crotch, over his pants. The fabric leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but the way he reacts makes it worth it. The man chuckles darkly, his hands tangling in your hair.

He leans down so that his face is inches from yours, using your hair to pull your head back. “I tried to play nice, but you don’t like that, do you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head. Pure adrenaline is running through your body, your heart hammering in your chest.

“You wanna be treated like a little slut, don’t you? You love that you have no idea who I am,” He mutters, using his free hand to unzip his pants. You moan quietly as he tugs your hair, getting your attention.

“Answer me,” He orders.

You think over your response slowly and carefully, trying to piece together what kind of guy he is. Finally, you settle on a response. “Yes, sir,” You whisper, earning a groan from him.

He pulls his cock free, the sheer size of it sending a shiver down your back.

There’s no way you’re going to be able to handle this.

The man holds the base of his cock, tapping it on your lips, spreading his pre-cum on your lips. You close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock push through your lips, your mouth stretching around him. The stranger bottoms out, groaning as you open your throat for him.

He threads his fingers in your hair, throwing his head back, pushing his cock further down your throat. Your eyes are starting to water already, so you open your eyes, silently begging him to have mercy on you.

The man smiles down, chuckling deeply. He moves his hands from your hair to your throat, wrapping his hand around the bulge in your throat. He shakes his head, tutting. “Don’t act like you don’t love this… Taking a stranger’s cock down your throat. Knowing your throat will be sore for days but you won’t know who’s to blame,”

You whimper around his cock, staying still as he fucks your throat. Your eyes are burning with tears, but you’re determined to make the stranger proud.

The stranger grunts and moans until he’s close, quickly pulling out to avoid cumming down your throat.

He’s not done with you yet.

“Upstairs, now,” He orders, jerking his head to the stairway.

You scramble up to your feet, your knees weak with lust. The man follows your lead, landing a smack on your ass. You giggle quietly as you step into your messy bedroom, dark except for your nightstand lamp.

The man grabs your waist, backing up until his thighs hit the bed. He sits, pulling you close to him, you stumbling over his feet. You attach your lips to his, your fingers falling down to the buttons on his black shirt.

“Mm,” You moan, your fingers fumbling. You plop onto his lap, his thigh slitting between your legs. You grind your cunt on his thigh, your bare skin rubbing against the fabric.

The man chuckles against your lips, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass. “Can feel you soaking my leg through my pants; you that desperate?” He asks, pulling away from your lips slightly.

You whine, nodding your head. “Yes, need you so bad,” You whimper, gasping as he smacks your ass through your thin dress. You pull the shirt off of his shoulders, your fingers running over his porcelain skin. The stranger grabs your ass, digging and stretching, desperate for any kind of contact.

You rock your hips against his thigh, your bundle of nerves aching from the lack of pressure. You can feel your stomach tightening, your legs shaking around his. “Mm,” You moan, your jaw falling slack. You can feel yourself slipping, feel yourself going under.

Before you can feel that sweet release, the man is flipping you over, pinning you under him. His hips are grinding against yours, his bulge rubbing against your bare cunt. He’s panting against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips. You know you’ll have bruises on your skin, and the thought sends you over the edge, leaving you begging.

“P-please, fuck me. Need you so bad,” You mutter, your nails scratching at his back.

“Look at ya’, begging for some stranger to fuck you,” He groans, slipping his hand between your bodies. You hear the unzipping of his zipper, leaving your heart to pound in your chest.

You look down, watching as he pumps himself, holding the base of his cock. You can’t see as much as you’d like, thanks to the dim lighting in your room, but you can tell it’s big. Your legs instinctively spread, your back arching for him.

You’re aching for him, aching for a man you don’t even know. The stranger mouths at your neck, running his tongue over your veins, sucking and biting, claimingyou.

The man pushes forward, the head of his cock nudging its way through your soaked folds. Your body tenses up, ready for him, desperate. You moan and pant, your body opening up for him.

The stranger thrusts his hips into yours, his cock finally entering you. “Shit, love… So f’cking tight f’me,” He grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him. You whine as he works his way into you, going easy on you, knowing you’ve never had anything so fucking big.

His accent has thickened since the night started, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or the way he’s fucking you into oblivion. You wrap your legs around his waist, claiming his as yours, pulling him deeper into you.

He rocks into you, pulling out and pushing back into you, his fingers gripping your body, whispering in your ear. “Don’t you feel like a whore? Giving your body up to random men in the club? I thought you were a good girl, huh?”

You nod, tears flooding out of your eyes from the intense pressure. “Yes, I-I am!” You shout, squealing as he quickly pulls out of you.

“On your fucking knees,” He mutters, on his knees behind you. You struggle to get up, too fucked out to think straight, so he helps you, using your hips to manipulate your body. Your stomach comes flush with the bed, your back arching.

He lands a hard smack to your ass, humming as he watches it jiggle. “Tell me you love it, tell me you love letting a stranger ruin you,” He orders, his fingers running over the swell of your ass. You suddenly feel a burning sensation, but it only heightens your pleasure.

Your mouth parts as he enters you again, his hand sliding around to the front of your body. He finds your clit, using two of his fingers to rub the nub, sending you over the edge.

You cum around his cock, clenching and spasming, all while the man fucks you, harder, deeper. He draws back, moving his hand to the back of your neck, digging his fingers into the flesh.

He holds your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to claim you. He fucks into you mercilessly, panting and moaning behind you. “I love it, I love it,” You sob, your emotions spilling out of you.

The stranger isn’t too far behind you, burying himself deep inside of you, his body stilling as he moans, emptying himself deep within your cunt. He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck, his cock still buried deep within you.

You attempt to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your ears, but your body slips under, too exhausted to catch up.

—–

You hear the sounds of birds chirping, scrunching your face as you pull the pillow over your face. You don’t know what time it is, but you know it’s too early to be up.

Especially after last night.

You whimper as you feel your cunt aching, sore from the abuse it suffered last night. Your whole body is sore, but your ass is particularly sore. It… Stings.

You pull the pillow away from your face, flopping your head to the side. You halfway expected the man to still be asleep, curled up next to you. But you knew better.

The bed is empty, no indent to be found. You know he probably left shortly after you fell asleep, but you tell yourself he slept over, sneaking out in the morning.

You never did catch his name.

You know you’ll never see him again, but you’d at least like to have a name to match his face. You roll over, swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. Your ass stings again, earning a groan out of you.

You slowly walk over to the mirror, your whole body aching. You’ve never felt this strange feeling before. It’s almost as if… You’d been branded.

You lift your shirt up, turning around to inspect your ass. Your fingers lightly run over the mark on your ass, your eyes widening as you see the letters.

‘Loki’

marvelrose:

HE IS ALIVE

bb did it

Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Nine

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange

Warnings:angst, oral fem receiving, witch coven dynamics, vampire coven dynamics, soul bonds, hurt/comfort, canon level violence, blood drinking (consensual), mind exploration, fluff, slow burn, sexual content, making out, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 17.3k

A.N.:soooooooo this chapter is pretty long but we are gonna know who somebody is (sooooo i hope i’m forgiven for the 17k)

Dividers:@firefly-graphics​

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Chapter Nine -Come Back To Me

Present. 

Loki runs his fingers through Y/N’s hair as she lays on his bed, sleeping off the remainder of the intoxication. Stephen assessed her moments ago, though the altered scent alone indicative of the drugs that are still in her system. 

The letter written in her blood sits heavy in his pocket. The scent unfamiliar, but the vampire had watched them. Watched Y/N. 

Loki needed to know what made her get into the allure of narcotics. She could have wanted temporary distraction? How had she become an addict?

Guilt breaks through him. If he would not have left he could have protected her earlier. Kept her safe, and not have broken the heart that she trusted him to keep. 

Thor enters the room, a hesitance laced in his movements, “Brother, please do not react without thinking.” 

The younger sibling’s eyebrows furrow in confusion then in anger. 

“You brought them here?” It takes everything in him not to pull away from Y/N to lunge at Thor for bringing the three witch coven members into the house. 

“They may have a theory.” Thor attempts to explain. 

“So based on a whim of theirs you bring them into my home? Seriously brother what goes on in that buffoonery fuelled head of yours!” His voice rises in crescendo, red rims surround his green irises. 

“Brother.” Thor warns glancing at Y/N. 

“Do not test me.” Loki counters, covering Y/N with more of himself. 

“I do understand that you are feeling overly protective. The coven has been invited by Nia who holds an extension of my own will, we do not have to agree with them but they may know what is happening.” Thor attempts once again. 

“I will only when she wakes.” The red dissolves back to bring forth the green. Thor’s heterochromia gaze moves between the two mates. 

“We need to act fast Loki you have done enough of your whims.” Thor knows he’s taunting and provoking his brother. 

“My whims? Let me remind you you’re the one who proposed killing off our dear father first. You’re the one who got your mate. You are the one who agreed with Zemo’s plan. Y/N is a witch, we knew but her belonging to the celestial coven complicates things.”

“YetI had to put forth the plan of having the bond weakened by another coven’s magick. No matter how horrible it was for the both of us. So that she would stay protected lest Alexander found her because you are incapable of taking care of anyone but your mate. Because Thor, you thought it was best to keep her as a pawn in this little chess game you have been playing.” Loki seethes. 

“I was not alone in agreement of the plan.” Thor yells back his blue and brown irises surrounded by red rims as his fangs descend. 

“But you initiated it, signed off upon it.” Loki spits out. 

“You did what to our bond?” Y/N’s hauntingly cold voice breaks the angered stupor that grips at Loki. 

“Y/N…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, “This it’s—, it is very much a complicated set of occurrences.” 

“I believe she has a right to know.” Thor interjects. 

“You, you, is this, some kind of grand game?” Y/N sits up moving away from her mate. 

“Alexander is a dangerous man further, a dangerous vampire.” Loki begins to make her understand. 

“Was there another way without you leaving?” There is a sway in her movements as she creates distance between herself and the vampire brothers. 

Loki looks towards Thor, the elder brother sighs and then nods. 

“You didn’t leave Nia.” Y/N accuses, bearing no ill towards her best friend. 

“Our bond was fully established.” Thor says simply. 

“So what, your brother is skeptical about soulmates and you just thought to run with it by putting the two involved souls through hell? I felt like dying each moment he was apart from me. I confided in you each moment and you knew.” Y/N’s voice interlaced with betrayal. 

“Y/N, look in the grander scheme of things, this,” Thor ponders for the right words. 

“You were too selfish to give up your own bond.” Y/N suggests, a venomous undertone to them. 

“Yes and no.” Thor answers then looks toward Loki. 

“Zemo, the vampire who attacked you the night of the party…” Loki prompts his mate. 

“The party you erased, there was another vampire as well.” Y/N completes with a distaste in her mouth. 

“We spoke in detail about a plan that exists to take down Alexander Pierce. It had several road blocks, he has an ability to know what could be the potential gifts a human can bring across their vampire change. Certain witches were spared for their talent, others because they were mates of the vampires in the coven.”

“However one witch coven is hated by Alexander because they have survived erasure time and time again. Yours.” Loki takes an unnecessary breath. 

Nia opens the door, her eyes first on Thor who gives her a look of reassurance. 

“If our bond was complete I would have to turn you.” Loki informs her realising she may have not heard everything he said during her astral form minutes. 

“How has Nia not been turned?” Y/N looks at the two mates. 

“Blood exchanges need to happen everyday from a full moon to a new moon. Basically second half of the lunar cycle.” Nia explains, “I’ve been having his blood for the first half.” 

“Did you know about this?” Y/N looks at her best friend. 

“He told me in the car, what the plan was, why Loki did what he did. Why he left you.” Nia looks sombre. 

“It seems Thor has left out some details.” Loki mutters quietly. 

“So you agree with me being used as a pawn?” Y/N bellows at her best friend from her place. 

“Damn thats some fucked up shit.” Sierra comments from the first floor the conversation clear as day to be heard. Doctor Strange looks at her. 

“What, you need to be honest.” She shrugs. 

“I believe that lesson needs to be learned by your own coven as well.” Doctor Strange sneers. 

“I do not agree to that, but it keeps you safe from a conversion and it aids in the process.” Nia hesitates, “The last witch to be granted immortality from your coven was Luna, because of her gift of prophecy.” 

“Nia.” Y/N tries to understand. 

“If you aren’t deemed worthy, bonded or not, he would end you.” Loki tells her point blank. 

“Why could you not have been honest?” Her eyes brim with tears, why was he always so closed off? Why could he never just share his burdens with her?

“You’re supposed to be my mate. I, we could have navigated this better.” Y/N accuses him. 

Loki closes his eyes at the heartache that laces her words, “I know. I did not want to burden you.”

“While you held my burdens?” She sniffles, the ache for more substances scratches at her chest. 

Loki stays quiet. 

“I, I need to go home— I—, this is, all, is too much.” Y/N turns to move past Nia as she descends the stairs. 

“We pushed for your bond to weaken to awaken your witch side.” Miles tells her as she comes into view. 

“The bond suppressed it, if it would have been established chances are we would not have had to put you under that much duress.” He continues much to her dismay. 

Y/N turns her teary eyed face to them. 

“Am I just some kind of fucking pawn? Vampire ruins the bond to protect, my coven uses to have strength, random vampire makes me his drugged up blood bag?” Her voice is hoarse, “Can’t any of you be honest? Upfront? I would understand better help better, but no you,” She turns to Clark, “You’d rather my bond shatter.” 

She faces Loki and Thor who stand upon the steps, “You two would rather play with the bond, toy with my heart. Pretend to be my confidant and then just break my trust over and over.” 

She turns to Stephen, he raises an eyebrow. 

“I just gave you homework.” He raises both hands in defence. 

“He’s at least honest.” Y/N gestures to Stephen. 

The baby witch makes her way to the door but it does not budge.

“You’ve been exposed to drugs.” Miles does not lower his raised arm. 

“And?” Y/N crosses her arms. 

“Those weaken your witch sense as well.” Clark concluded. 

“Thor was right.” Nia exclaims, “We were right.” Thor intertwines their hands.

Loki’s eyes widen, he appears in a blur near Y/N. 

“The vampire left a note again.” Loki presents the note out of his pocket. 

“Is that…” Sierra looks at Y/N. 

“It is in my blood.” She affirms to the more practiced witch. 

A possessiveness pulses across the bond, as everyone reads the contents of the note. 

The young witch goes over her scarce memories of her highs, most would be muddled and one she left untouched— the forest. 

She never noticed any puncture wounds before and they only started upon Loki’s return. 

These notes the message left on the wall and the note both had an undertone of a deeper rivalry or mocking of Loki and his inability to keep her safe. Or rather mocking his way of keeping her safe. 

What if this rogue vampire wasn’t a rogue at all? 

Y/N’s eyes widen, they search for Loki’s comforting green. 

“I, I have a theory.” She states and the collective group looks at her curiously. Hunger sears her stomach. 

“I need something to eat though.” A light dust of red coats her cheeks. 

Loki returns with a paper-bag housing her favourite order from the local diner. The human and vampire pair enjoy the brief appearance of the stars across their bond.

Thor and Nia settle on the loveseat the latter upon Thor’s lap more than the seat. 

Miles, Clark and Sierra sit on the couch and Stephen sits on the lone leather chair. 

Loki and Y/N sit in their designated spot on the L portion of the worn down couch side by side. 

“How long have you been practicing?” Stephen questions the coven, in a bid to offer some time to Y/N to eat. 

There is a tremor in her hands and Loki takes over holding the takeout box. 

“We do not divulge coven dynamics.” Miles smoothly replies before his husband is irked. 

“Alright, when was the awakening?” Strange counters. 

“Mine began at fourteen,” Sierra smiles, Clark groans, Miles places a comforting hand on his thigh. 

“Always was into the whole mystic aspects of things, also I knew something was up when I started being able to see the spirits my dogs would bark at back home.” She completes. 

“Ooh which kind of puppers did you have?” Nia grins, always ready to speak about the sweet little creatures.

“One was a mutt adopted him off of the mall parking lot named him Mustard, there is a whole story he would not leave without this unopened bottle of mustard; and the other was a doberman— Boba both passed away a few years ago, sadly.” Sierra presses her lips into a thin line but then smiles fondly at the memories of the sweet creatures who stood by her family and her. 

“I’m sorry.” Nia frowns, Thor rubs a comforting hand over her back. 

“No, no, talking about them makes me happy.” Sierra smiles at the pair, “When did you two bond?” 

“We met at the local gym, I was doing cardio and Thor is a personal trainer there.” Nia grins looking up at her mate. 

“And this one here lost her footing, and I helped her up.” Thor brushes his nose against Nia’s own. 

Both have love struck smiles on their faces. 

“When is the change due?” Sierra concentrates and can see tiny golden suns orbiting around them, “Oh you have tiny suns!” 

“You can see them?” All the vampires look bewildered. 

“We can even see bond lines, Sierra here has a particular interest in bonds, vampiric or non vampiric.” Miles gives her a proud look. 

“I do, I used to well still do online tarot readings for the collective from time to time. Most part I’m a paediatric nurse.” Sierra proudly beams. 

“That is amazing.” Y/N praises, her food portion half eaten, slowly the air turns serious as they wait for her to find the words to put forth the theory. 

Y/N stares at the pattern on the coffee table, she would laugh if she could since this was the third replacement that was brought in by Thor and Nia. 

“I believe that these two incidents of me being forced to consume narcotics aren’t isolated. Maybe the fact that I do not remember a lot of the highs isn’t to do with well, just the drugs.” She takes a deep breath and Loki takes her freehand into his own, steadying the newfound tremor. 

“I, I think this vampire whoever they are, might be working for Alexander Pierce. Or they know I’m a witch or they know I’m Loki’s mate and they have a plot of revenge. Or they just want tainted blood.” Y/N completes. 

Loki’s own mind races to think of people whom he has wronged but the list of the ones left alive in Alexander’s name is short. 

Thor purses his lips, “It is a plausible theory.” He agrees. 

“However deranged rouges, they do prey upon half abandoned mates. This could even be a one off taunt.” Stephen adds. 

“The marks are staying visible for me to see, so the vampire is keeping tabs on my whereabouts.” Loki gazes apologetically at his mate. 

“It is a messed up situation.” Y/N attempts at comfort rubbing circles over his palm with her thumb.  

“Which concludes he is not working alone.” Stephen adds. 

“They also have a witch or warlock.” Clark speaks for once contributing to the discussion, “The Vampire Weave is not an easy feat to achieve.” 

“This is a seasoned witch or warlock.” Miles agrees. 

“But who would help a vampire?” Clark makes his patented dissatisfied expression. 

“Compliance.” Nia sits up straighter adding onto the fact, “Y/N knew Loki altered her memory, he’s keeping a warlock or witch between them. So she can’t remember. Cause the witchy side would block the vampire compliance.” She adds. 

“This adds proof this is not some baby witch or warlock.” Sierra ponders, 

“If we teach you before the next attack, the witch or warlock will have to come into physical contact with you for the spell to work, you could counter it and break the hold the vampire has on them.” 

“She is not going to be left alone to be subjected to non-consensual narcotics usage.” Loki’s free hand balls into a fist adding to his adamance. 

“You still need to be trained. In the event he is locked into a weave.” Miles adds for Loki to see the logic. 

“You know the laws of our kind Loki, you cannot hold back a witch or warlock from training in their craft. It must be their decision.” Clark reminds Loki of an old rule. 

Y/N watches the High Priest and her mate have a stare down competition. 

“I want to train. I need to be able to protect the ones I care about and myself.” Y/N speaks voicing her thoughts. 

Loki presses his lips into a thin line, displeased. 

“Fine then.” Clark stands, “Bring your grandmother’s grimoire tomorrow, also search for Samana’s grimoire and we need to begin your own first. Bring in a notebook then Sierra will teach you how to make your grimoire. I presume your mate will stand guard?”

“You presume correct.” Loki sneers. 

“You must stay outside the perimeter.” Clark warns. 

“Your coven isn’t strong enough.” Loki taunts then falls to his knees as do Thor and Stephen. Their faces blank, forms unmoving. 

“What are you doing to them? Stop it!” Nia screams in panic, trying to shake Thor out of the forced upon trance. 

Y/N grabs onto Loki’s hunched over form. Then gazes worriedly at Stephen. 

“This is just my skill level, I have Miles and Sierra.”  Clark smiles, “You can hear everything, the panicked voice of your mate and friends, the dread, while all other senses remain deprived.” 

“Clark.” Y/N turns to him, “Please, enough.” She pleads. 

The High Priest lowers his raised palm. 

Loki glares up at him, the stars move through Y/N’s side of the bond to his, Loki places his hand upon hers which rests on his chest. 

“That was something.” Stephen stands cleaning his clothing of any stray lint. 

“Indeed.” Thor breathes in deeply, pulling Nia close to quell her worries placing a soft kiss against her lips.  

Miles and Sierra stand, both move to hug Y/N goodbye. 

Sierra requests Y/N to meet her in the event she does resume duty at the hospital, provided Stephen clears her for the same due to the narcotics in her system. 

The coven clears out. Clark gives them a final glance before turning away. 

“I must commend Thor, blood sharing having to just have synchronous with the lunar cycle.” Stephen observes, though his tone feels akin to a jab at Thor. 

“Stephen.” Loki says in warning. 

“Its true though, why did you have to sacrifice your bond into smithereens? Just because you were skeptical?” Stephen raises his hands as if in question. 

In a blur Thor has Stephen against the wall. 

“I did not make him do it. It was the best option given the circumstances.” Thor spits out at Stephen. 

“It was the way most convenient to you. Where did that leave Y/N? In Narcotics Anonymous.” Stephen yells back. 

“When her mate had no issues I think you should stay in your place.” Thor seethes. 

“Loki will you open your mouth or should I continue?” Stephen’s ablaze red rimmed blue eyes turn to Loki, Y/N looks up at her mate questioningly.

“You did not even care for her. You both did not,” Loki speaks after a breath of silence. 

“We cleaned up after each mess of hers, if she weaselled her way out each time that is not upon us. Because you were gone.” Thor glares as he turns toward his younger brother. 

Loki takes a step back as though wounded, “You forced me to leave.”

“Cleaned up after me?” Y/N knows her face betrays her hurt, she tries masking it, Thor had been an elder brother of comfort through the mess as he put it, he turns to look at Nia. 

“It was hard upon us as well to watch you in that manner.” Is all Nia says, fiddling with her ring clad fingers. 

“Caregivers often bear the brunt, however she was under compulsion. You could have protected her better.” Stephen interjects. 

“As could you.” Thor speaks with retaliation. 

“And I did on each placement of her under my care, I did.” Stephen presses the back of his right hand into his left palm the sound of skin against skin adding emphasis. 

“Can we actually believe that theory or is that just an excuse?” Nia meant to mumble it under her breath, the chill that took over the room sent a shiver up Y/N’s spine. 

Loki looked at his mate’s best-friend. 

“It is true, Thor could have protected her better, yes maybe we took the easy way out as vampires, I was skeptical about the bond but I was skeptical about the plan as well. Have it in your heart and mind to speak the truth or should I extract it myself? Did you give even fifty percent of effort of protection to my mate?” The younger brother looks at his elder brother. 

Thor looks to Nia, then at his brother, then at Y/N. 

“You could have told him to return if you couldn’t handle the responsibility.” Y/N murmurs, there still was so much to unpack from the conversation and if anything that was given to her only brought forth a craving to just consume more for the numbness. 

“He did not want me to return.” Loki says as though something dawned upon him, “Is that why you never alerted me about the OD, about the forest attack?” His voice raised, in demand, venom pricks at the corners of his eyes. 

Thor stays silent. Y/N gazes at Nia questioningly. 

“You told me he did not care enough to return.” Nia accuses Thor. 

“He was supposed to stay away for another month. In the end you craved your mate did you not? After all those talks about disregarding your chance at love and eternal affection.” Thor sneers. 

“You’re behaving just like Odin. I say one thing and you hold that against me, expecting me not to learn or be educated and change my opinion or stance.” Loki looks down at the hand that Y/N wraps around his arm to provide comfort. The stars pass between them. 

“I am nothing like Odin.” Thor presses, red rims appearing to further his anger. 

“I think it is best we dismiss this conversation.” Stephen interjects, knowing the topic of their human father was one that still brought about bitter memories. 

“Oh thats rich first gaslight then dissipate.” Nia narrows her eyes at the doctor. 

“At least I don’t disregard my best friend’s trouble with being forced to consume drugs!” Stephen wants to leave the air here getting too much to warrant peaceful responses anymore. 

Y/N tilts her head, seeing an iridescent tinge of orange in the air surrounding them. It stays present for a flash then disappears appearing near Thor.

“He has nothing better to do, he was tossed away. Left for dead by townspeople. Only supports the vampire who took him in from the streets.” Thor seethes as he adds agreement with Nia. 

The orange gleam shifts edging towards Loki and herself, she pushes Loki’s chest and they duck.

“The fuck are you doing?” Nia raises an eyebrow, “Is this some new response to some drug? Or is it a witch thing?” 

“Can someone contact Sierra?” Y/N questions, her eyes focus upon the dancing gleam, her wonders if it can be slowed down to a stop. 

She keeps her vision steady, imagining a thick sludge surrounding the gleam to slow it down before it reaches Stephen. 

The doctor dials the number of the nurse, she answers after a few rings.

“Whats wrong?” The curly haired witch questions over the call. 

“Y/N is staring at thin air…” Stephen tries to explain. 

“Put her on speaker.” 

Stephen appears next to her, holding the phone as it remains on speaker. 

“What are you seeing?” Is her immediate question, “describe it don’t lose focus.” 

“Iridescent but orange, bouncing around.” The baby witch explains. 

“Are you all having an argument or heated discussion suddenly?” The vampires and Nia look at each other in surprise. 

“Yes.” Y/N answers for them. 

“Well that is another little gift Clark left, you all need to leave the room, that is a self sabotage spell, since its iridescent the effect will wear off if the room clears. Listen Y/N I know how difficult this all is but you will have to prove yourself to Clark. What you did today with the astral meeting that showcases your skill but refining your craft will only be the way to stay in control.” Sierra offers advice hoping it encourages the new witch. 

“I understand, I am ready to put in my share of hard work. Also, um. Is it possible to slow it down? The orange thingy?” Her eyes remain on the said object. 

“While it is possible to stop it from going further I’d suggest not wasting energy, get it out of the way but everyone leave the room for the next one to two hours just to be safe.” Sierra suggests, receiving a collective reply of affirmative responses the call is brought to a close. 

Thor and Nia move to leave to the upstairs rooms. 

Stephen waits near his car outside. 

Loki wraps his arm around Y/N’s waist, she doesn’t break focus on the orb, as her mate uses his speed to move them backward and out of the house. 

“I will see you tomorrow, OPD paperwork only.” Stephen ruefully tells her, she sighs then accepts. 

“I know you were benched long enough but this…” Stephen lets the sentence hang in the air between the three of them. He bids the two goodbye, getting into the driver’s seat. 

Loki presses his lips to her temple, “Home?” 

Y/N nods, intertwining their hands as her leads her, to the familiar Mercedes. 

The vampire opens the door for his mate then speeds into the driver’s seat. 

“We have much to talk about.” Loki addresses the unspoken thought as the car is turned into ignition. 

“We do, but at home… right now I just want to be with you.” Y/N requests and Loki meets her eyes, they still remain bloodshot but in lesser intensity. 

“As you please.” Loki reaches for her hand out of habit, across the console, resting over her thigh, their fingers intertwined 

——/- div

Fourteen Months Ago. 

“Where are you taking me?” Y/N has a smile on her face as she adjusts the phone to reach up to the top shelf for the Nutella jar. 

“Somewhere.” Loki smiles sitting outside the dean’s office for the upcoming literature symposium the university would be hosting. 

Y/N huffs, partly at the jar and partly at Loki. 

“I thought you would be happy.” Loki teases.

“I am, but I can’t seem to grab this jar.” Y/N stares at the Nutella, wishing it would levitate. 

“Nutella?” He enquires, a fondness grows within his chest. Y/N smiles at the sudden warmth. She hums in agreement, wishing he was there to reach up for it. 

“Kinda wish you were here with me.” She sighs, it had been two weeks since their moment in the bookstore’s cafe.  

“Why?” Loki knows she probably wants him to reach up for the jar. 

“So you could get me this jar.” Y/N still gazes longingly before moving to the next aisle. 

“Darling, here I thought you were dating me for me.” His voice is light and full of mirth. 

“Nope, I just need your very tall limbs to get me things from the top shelves.” Y/N goes along with the humour. 

“I’m wounded.” Loki feigns sadness but can’t help the laughter that rumbles in his chest. 

Y/N giggles, switching the side of the phone.

“Do you need anything?” She asks mindlessly pushing the cart. 

“Just you.” Loki breathes, allowing himself to relish and enjoy the fact that he has a mate, consciously throwing the meddling thoughts away instead of harbouring them. 

“Professor I believe I’m quite the priciest item here.” Y/N brings in the playfulness again, his words stirring something deep within her at being wanted. 

“I’m sure I could come up with a sum worthy of you alas, these numbers cease at the feat of your beauty and intellect.” He admits, and she feels a cacophony of stars trickle towards her, the sudden sound of metal clanging worries him. 

“I’m okay just crashed into the yogurt fridge.” She grumbles lightly before righting the fallen items. 

Loki bites back his smile picturing her reddened cheeks and expression. He adjusts the papers he holds with the files, fidgeting every few minutes to keep up his human façade. 

As Y/N arranges the items a softer happiness makes itself present within her at the openness he displayed the past week. 

It was not a vast ocean of being open with her but he tried. For her sake. That was enough for her to know he could and would try for her. 

“Hey, I’m back, reporting live from the averted accident in aisle 20, yogurt and soy milk.” Y/N laughs, Loki chuckles. 

“Any casualties?” The professor looks up at the dean’s assistant who gestures for him to head inside. 

“Well does my bruised ego count? Or the indented pack of pudding cups Thor seems to love.” Y/N reports back, reading the labels of the hot sauces for Nia’s preference. 

“Well for the bruising I’d recommend waiting till I pick you up. I believe my lips will know what to do.” Loki gathers his laptop bag, the bond willing him not to say goodbye as it glows happily between them. 

“Youstill won’t tell me? Also no kisses for Lokis who withhold information.” Y/N will stomp her foot as does a tantrum throwing child, she will. 

“Would it be a surprise if I did?” Loki chides. 

“At least tell me the dress code.” Y/N pleads. 

“I believe comfortable should do.” Loki whiles away the time, the dean could wait. 

“What are you wearing?” She enquires that would give her a better hint. 

“An oxford button down and slacks.” He answers recalling the light blue shirt he picked out for their date that hangs in his office. 

“So it is okay if I don’t wear a dress right?” Y/N hesitates, dresses though nice weren’t always her first choice of clothing.

“Darling, I believe what you wore when you accompanied your friend to meet my brother should work.” Loki admits, 

“Oh the cream sweater?” She recalls, Loki hums in agreement, the assistant returns once more hands on his hips giving Loki a pointed and impatient look. 

“Yes, also I have my appointment with the Dean, I’m sorry to cut the conversation short. I will speak with you soon.” Loki apologises. 

“Oh no its, alrig—,” The line cuts and Y/N sighs, “its alright.” She repeats more for herself. 

She does a once over for all the items in the cart, matching them with her list proceeding to the check out. 

“So how is Romania treating the great history buff?” The woman in front of Y/N speaks a little loudly. 

“Really? Wow, didn’t think anything surprised the intuitive Mr. Bucky Barnes.” The woman laughs in response and Y/N feels the air leave her lungs. 

How many Bucky Barnes-es could exist in this universe?

The checkout aisle next to her opens up Y/N recedes to that one. Trying not to focus on the conversation. 

But the short-haired woman’s laughter keeps following through and the number of jokes just keep flowing. 

Y/N grits her teeth, so Bucky blocked her out. Did not bother contacting her but kept in touch with someone else. So maybe she wasn’t the only one who didn’t have feelings. 

“Cash or Credit?” The cashier enquires palm raised to take whichever mode of payment chosen.

Y/N hands her the credit card, loading up the groceries as the transaction is completed. 

“Oh Bucky, come on, just do it. What is holding you back?” The woman encourages, she’s on the same stage of shopping as herself. 

Y/N grabs the card swiftly not wanting to hear more about Bucky. He could do whatever he wanted. Talk to anyone. Why does she care?

As she’s loading the groceries in her car, the same short-haired woman approaches her, “Hey are you, Y/N?” 

“Um, yes…” Y/N trails off hesitantly. 

“Oh great I caught you, here you left this on the counter the cashier recalled your name from the system. I’m Maria Hill.” Maria smiles as she hands the hastily forgotten bag to Y/N. 

“Oh um, thank you.” She says, placing it with the others.

“Um, I don’t mean to pry…” Y/N regrets the words as she says them, “Were you speaking to James Barnes?” She fiddles with the zipper on her jacket. 

Yep Y/N thinks, Maria must be creeped out. 

“Oh um yeah, he is a PhD candidate as I am, left for some personal work so I like to keep him updated so he can keep up and not turn into a slow poke.” Maria grins, “Though I’m going to beat him to it but it’s no fun without healthy competition, do you know him?” The brunette waits for a response. 

“He was in creative writing with me, he left quite suddenly, just haven’t had the chance to talk. Maybe he switched numbers, but I’m happy to know he’s okay.” Y/N offers a smile, 

“I have to rush, it was nice meeting you Maria.” Y/N gives her a wave before quickly sitting in her vehicle and leaving Maria eyes wide as she connects the dots. 

She brings back attention to her ongoing call with Bucky, he had heard everything due to the headphones Maria wore. 

“You did not give her your number?!” Maria yells at him. 

“It, it was better that way.” Bucky winces as he explains. 

“Come on dude so what if the date thing didn’t work, at least you will have a friend, she will have a friend!” She groans. 

“Maria can we discuss something or someone else?” Bucky pleads stirring the conversation away from Y/N. 

— — — — 

Loki smoothens his coat’s lapels, as he stood waiting outside Y/N’s home. His occupied hand holds a bouquet of daffodils. He smiles at the flowers, knowing they would be appreciated. 

Y/N opens the door, with one hand trying to fix her earring with the other smiling brightly at Loki.

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

They both smile sheepish and then laugh. 

“You can come inside, I just need to fix this—,” Y/N huffs again as the earring still does not stay in place. 

“May I help?” Loki offers, she looks at him then nods.

Her eyes fall onto the flowers, 

“These are for you, darling.” Loki hands her the bouquet, promptly taking the earring from her. 

“Thank you.” Y/N smiles at the flowers. 

“I know I don’t know your favourite flower yet. But I believe these,” Loki pauses, as Y/N sniffles. 

“I, Did I do something to upset you?” Loki worriedly gazes at her.  

“I just remembered what you said, about these, what the daffodils signify. Now, we’re about to go on our first date… Just you putting in the thought. I know its stupid to get emotional over this—,”

“Hey, no, no, you are not stupid for getting emotional, I myself teared up when I saw the florist put them together.” Loki knows how the venom feels when it pools over his eyes. 

“Thank you.” Y/N hugs him, Loki rests his cheek upon her head, arms wrapping around her frame. The warmth of her skin seeping through his clothing onto his own. 

“You’re welcome.” Loki softly inhales her scent, letting it wash over him. Her blood did have an allure to him, but only because mates were to share blood in order to prepare for the inevitable conversion. 

The way her scent called to him right now, he was glad he had fed from blood-bags before arriving. 

Loki relaxes his hold when Y/N initiates pulling away from the hug. Still holding the flowers tenderly in her arms and smiling at them. Loki adores her, tucking this moment away for himself. 

“May I?” Loki requests, holding the earring up; she shifts so he can place the earring. 

Goosebumps break out across her skin as his knuckles ghost over her as he places the earring, his breath softly fans across her cheek. 

Loki places the earring his knuckles trace along her jaw, resting under her chin. 

Y/N tilts her head back at Loki’s prompting meeting his gaze. She feels the stars bloom around them, twinkling brightly. 

“May I?” Loki questions once again, his lips inching closer to her own. 

“Yes.” Y/N breathes out, softly. 

His lips find her warm ones, they mould together. Eyes closed, the stars cascade merrily. 

Loki pulls her closer, Y/N places her hands upon his shoulders as the kiss deepens. 

Y/N’s right hand inches upward along the side of his neck towards his hair. Loki hums in the kiss, his hand moving along her spine pressing her closer. Their chests touch, Loki knows he’s pushing his luck, there is only so much control he can keep when they are like this, she tugs on his hair while she lightly nips at his bottom lip. 

Loki knows his primal instincts are taking over, he pushes her against the wall, wrapping her legs around his waist and supporting all of her weight. 

His tongue moves across her kiss bitten bottom lip as she parts her lips for him, her scent fills his senses. Heady, addicting and absolutely ethereal. 

Loki knows his eyes are red rimmed, the bond glows brightly. Y/N’s fingers tangle in his hair and legs tighten around his hips. 

His hands roam over her sides, his fangs begin to descend as she tugs on his hair wanton sounds of need spilling from her lips unto his. 

Their lips part and Loki lays kisses over her exposed neck, he holds her up with one hand and something about his strength sets a heat ablaze within Y/N. 

Loki, pulls down the sweater, small nips and kisses over her collar bones, he keeps his eyes closed. 

“Loki, Loki, Loki.” His name spills from her as a fervent prayer. 

The bond speaking through her begging Loki to establish it completely. 

When he reaches her sternum, Loki freezes. 

Y/N opens her eyes, heat blooming all over skin, the stars surrounding their bodies. 

“Loki?” She cups his cheek, worry takes over her.  

“I’m okay.” He takes an inhale, eyes closed, he places his forehead against hers.

“Why did you stop?” Her hand nervously fiddles with the collar of his oxford shirt. 

“I, I want to do right by you. This, I enjoyed, there is not doubt in that, if I could, I’d have my lips on your skin till the world ended, but I don’t want you to think that I only want your body.” He opens his eyes, sincere green greets Y/N. 

“I’d—, Loki, you never gave me that impression.” Y/N assures, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “I though, maybe I did something wrong or something you did not enjoy.” She admits, a blush taking over her face. 

Loki’s eyes widen, “Love, you did nothing wrong I quite enjoyed those sinfully addictive sounds you made for me. Also, if you do not enjoy something I am doing you need to tell me, we have to communicate our likes and dislikes always; just not at one point. This doesn’t just stop at the physical aspects of our courtship.” He places another kiss against her lips. 

Y/N smiles, “Sometimes you sound as though from another era.” 

A momentary panic surges through the vampire. 

“I guess that would be because of all the Shakespeare and poetry you’ve read and immersed into.” She adds with a small laugh, her fingers run through his hair trying to tame the tresses she caused to mess up. 

“Are you making fun of me, Ms. Y/L/N?” Loki playfully narrows his eyes, his tone stern. 

“Why no, Sir, I would never dare.” Y/N feigns innocence, “Just maybe a little.” Her giggle is caught in her throat as Loki’s fingers begin to tickle her sides and she breaks into laughter. 

“Loki!” 

“Y/N!”

Their laughters intertwine, echoing in the room. 

Once they make themselves presentable again for the outside world, Loki and Y/N are divided by the S-Class’ console. Elbows nearly touching. 

An excitement cascades from Y/N to Loki through the now stronger bond. 

Loki smiles, “I hope you enjoy what I have planned.” 

“If you tell me, I promise to be more excited than I already am, pinky promise.” Y/N bargains. 

Loki taps his index finger over his lips, as though in deep thought. 

He looks at her while switching the lanes, “Nope.” 

Her annoyance amuses him, he laughs much to her chagrin. Y/N rolls her eyes looking out the window, annoyed. 

“Darling,” Loki says, she doesn’t look at him. 

“Love.” He attempts again, with failure. 

He huffs, reaching over and grabbing her hand, intertwining their fingers over the console. Y/N pulls his hand back towards her, the back of his hand rests on her thigh. 

“Is that a smile I see?” He teases. 

“Give me a hint, I’ll give you a kiss.” Y/N pouts. 

“Oh come on now that is extortion.” Loki accuses. Y/N just shrugs. 

“We’re almost there.” Loki points out. 

“We drove an hour into London.”

“Are you trying to deduce where we are going?” Loki smiles at her focused expression, the furrow in her brow reminds him of her in class. 

“Wait, did—, what if we’re seen?” She panics, Loki meets her with a calming gaze. 

“It is a weekday, the place will probably only have tourists. Although I’ve booked a private thirty minutes.” He assures, smiling only when she calms down. 

Loki pulls into the parking building near Tate Modern, London. Y/N curiously follows Loki’s lead as he navigates through the floors to get to their destination. 

He doesn’t let her even see what installations are being presented, showing the tickets discreetly to the security as they wait in a corridor. A gentle older woman comes out a corner door greeting Loki. 

“You can go in, it’s just been cleared.” She informs him, greeting Y/N with a smile as well. 

“Thank you.” Loki offers the woman a smile. 

“Oh one more thing.” Loki turns to Y/N, “I want you to keep your eyes closed till we are inside.”

“Loki… Fine.” Y/N only agrees when he pouts and it is too adorable to say no to him. 

The vampire beams brightly, covering her eyes with a blindfold. Y/N holds onto his hands and hears the quiet hinges of the door opening and Loki leads her for about fifteen steps. 

His footsteps echo in the quiet room, as he stands behind her. She takes a deep breath as he undoes the blindfold. Taking a few steps back to admire her reaction. 

Y/N opens her eyes, blinking a few times, her jaw then drops. She is surrounded by an infinity of small lights that are mirrored all around herself and Loki. 

Tiny blue, yellowish and green lights seemingly akin to stars, she turns attempting to find Loki to hold him close to take in this moment with him. 

Loki smiles at her elation that he sees and feels within himself. 

Y/N moves to him, closing the gap he put between them. 

“Loki this, it is, beautiful, ethereal even, as, as though we’re surrounded by our stars.” Her throat feels heavy, emotion overcoming her. 

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“Well we once admitted we feel stars for each other. Now we can finally see them. Surrounding us.” He tucks her hair back, they both grin at each other. 

“Loki, this, I don’t have words, thank you.” Y/N admits, tears pooling in her eyes. 

Loki softly brushes the tears, “I’ve made you emotional again. I know these are tears of happiness. I want to admit something, if I could, I’d bring down all of the stars that surround the moon and bring them to you. For you are my moonlight. The stars would be merely a fraction of what I’d do for you, now that I’ve found you.” 

Y/N’s breath is caught at his admission, her heart soars. She reaches upward, placing a soft kiss against his lips. Loki returns the affection, with as much of emotion he can pour into the gesture. 

When they pull away, slightly breathless. 

“I’d do the same if not more for you.” Y/N admits to him, in a soft whisper, a promise just between them. 

“I’d do the same if not more for you.” Loki repeats, sealing the promise between them with Yayoi Kusama’s infinity mirror room lights as their witness.

—————div

Present. 

—————

Saturday. 

—————

Y/N groans, feeling the after effects of the grilling at Miles is putting her through. 

“Come on, up you go.” He prompts again. 

She sits crossed leg again from the sprawled out defeat on the soft carpet in their living room. 

“Now come on, protective enchantments on the ink bottle again. Block my hex without actively holding the enchantment.” Miles instructs again. 

Y/N raises her hand, drawing the symbols for protection, adding intent and visualisation. Then she looks up at Miles, nodding for him to hex the bottle. 

Miles raises a finger of his left hand drawing the hex over the bottle. For ten seconds nothing happens. Then Miles is launched two feet away from the bottle. 

He grins at her, “Well done, now we’ll move onto plants, don’t worry I can reverse the hexes so the plants won’t be harmed. But you have to protect them well enough.” 

Y/N nods, she begins to place the enchantments upon the small succulent cactus.  

Miles prepares the hex and the spikes fly out towards Y/N, her eyes widen and she holds up her hands, the spikes stop mere centimetres away from her face. Dropping down onto the floor. 

“Did you alter the wording for living things?” Miles enquires, Y/N groans. 

“Fuck, I’m so stupid.” She facepalms. 

“Hey no bad words said to yourself. You’re trying hard.” Miles pats her back. 

“If she was trying hard, silly mistakes would not happen.” Clark adds dryly, upon entering the room. 

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, Clark reminded her of her father, never pleased. At least he was not a verbally abusive like her dad, just showed his disdain for her inability to perform well. 

Basically Clark and Miles were good cop, bad cop. 

Clark waves a hand and the spikes split into two groups heading for Miles and herself. Y/N stops them this time farther away from their bodies. 

“Add the protection.” Miles prompts. 

“The spikes…” Y/N reasons. 

“Add it.” Clark says as he begins with the hex, Y/N scrambles with one hand to maintain the shield then adds the enchantment with the living thing wording, the spikes turn towards Clark with full throttle.

He turns them into petals of flowers falling to the ground. 

Clark only hums, that means he is mildly pleased by her work. 

“You kept the spikes connected as well.” Miles praises, “good work.”

Y/N only smiles, the clock hits seven-thirty and now it was time for Clark and his mind bending tricks. 

It was only day five of training but it felt as if eternity had passed between the days. 

Clark settles on the chair near the fireplace, Y/N joins him on the free chair, “Now, you have to block out the compliance. We can try that with the guard dog vampire outside.” 

Y/N rolls her eyes, but nods out of respect. 

“For the vampire kind of compliance once you harness the warlock and witch kind. We’re trying to make it so that you have to be touched to be compelled. Once that occurs we need you to break the compliance upon the warlock or witch.” Clark continues, cracking his knuckles to prepare. 

“Okay.” Y/N nods, focusing herself. 

Clark focuses upon her, bringing forth his visualisation of her own protective enchantments brought forth by her own witch status. 

“Tap your right foot.” Clark attempts, as her ankle twitches to move.

Y/N focuses her mental shields. Her ankle stops twitching. 

“Snap your fingers in the rhythm of ‘we will rock you.’” Clark compels once again, focusing upon the one weak area through her shield. Y/N resists, visualising his compulsion trying to break through her guard. 

Clark huffs, he has to go with something that will pick at her emotions. It was cruel and Miles would tell him off but it needs to be done. 

“Tell me about what Loki said to break your heart.” Clark demands, Y/N’s eyes widen her focus wavers.

“He said I am a distraction, he only wanted to know if the bond held any weight in his eyes that—,” Y/N pauses, bringing her mental shields back up to focus. Gritting her teeth. 

“Tell me about the heartbreak a parent caused you. Your father specifically.” Clark feels remorseful but this needs to be done. 

“You will need to be specific.” Y/N jokes, trying to not let her father ruin yet another thing for her. 

“A moment he abandoned you when he should not have,” Clark drills through, the minute Y/N lets that moment flash by her mind. 

“I was eleven, we were on our first international trip,” Y/N feels the tears brimming, she tries not to let the story spill but fails, “We were trying to find the tour buffet room, for dinner. The place was new and women over there not that safe but okayish, he got angry that he couldn’t find my mother or the remainder of the family, so we returned to the room. He knocked hard and fast on the door.” 

Internally she tries to stop, begs herself to learn quickly. 

“When they did not open the door, because they were gone, he left my hand pushed it away with force, it hit the wall behind me. He then says they left us, so I’m leaving you, let them find you alone. Don’t bother searching for me. I stood there for thirty minutes, men, women passed by staring. I pretended to knock each time someone passed by, so they’d know I had family inside. When my mom and remaining family came back cause we never reached they found me sitting in front of the door crying. All alone.” Y/N felt the wetness of the tears, on her cheeks and on her shirt. 

“They took me in, I didn’t eat that night, just cried and then fell asleep. He came home late night, when I woke up I saw that I was facing him from my bed, I turned around and slept again. He pretended he never did anything. He never apologised or tried to make it better, he kept abandoning me, he left all the time for others, he never wanted to be there for me unless it was convenient to his motives to have me there to seem like a doting father—,”

“Clark.” Miles’ voice cuts through, Clark pulls away the compulsion. 

Y/N glances at the clock, blinking away her tears, the clock said eight. She picks up her bag, checking for her notebook and grimoire. 

“Y/N,” Miles begins, Y/N wipes her tears quickly. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow earlier its Sunday.  I’ve finished my coursework. Thanks for today.” She rushes out before the fresh wave of tears start, she crosses the perimeter where Loki stands against his car, he quickly walks over to her, wrapping her up in his arms as she falls apart in front of him. 

He softly runs his hand over her hair trying to provide comfort. She clings harder and her shoulders shake harder as the sobs turn more deep rooted. 

Loki presses a soft kiss to her temple. His hard gaze moves towards the house as Clark and Miles gaze at them, only one holds worry the other’s cheek grits. Their lips moving in conversation

“Miles what kind of second rate man is her father?” 

“I told you not to push further.”

“She was eleven who leaves their child in an unknown place?!” 

“Clark, please just, these are sensitive topics I hope you learn to build a better relationship with her. As High Priest you’re also an elder who the coven should be able to speak with ease.” 

“Miles you know I can’t be vulnerable on demand, I don’t understand why the Priestess was insisting upon me being the successor.” 

“Clark…”

“Love,” Loki attempts to have her take a few breaths and drink the water he had kept in the car. 

Y/N nods, Loki takes all of her weight and she lets him settle her into the car, she takes a few sips of water. Sniffling as her chest still heaves. 

Loki runs his hands over her head, cheeks and arms. When she finally meets his eyes, he worriedly notes the redness in her tear stained ones. 

“Thank you.” Y/N whispers, Loki nods, placing a kiss to her temple again. 

“I’m sorry he made you share that against your will, I think your father on the other hand deserves quite a few harsh words.” Loki mutters angrily. Maybe more than words he thinks. 

“He isn’t worth it, honestly I don’t know why I keep crying over him and what he did to us as a family, what he put me through out of his selfishness.” Y/N admits. 

“Darling, he was given a role he doesn’t deserve, you do not do that to your child.” Loki tells her, wiping her escaping tears with the back of his index finger and then thumb. 

“I know I never shared that with you, I just,” Y/N loses her words. 

“It was a difficult moment, I only wished I could have heard it out of your own volition.” Loki confesses. 

They stay quiet, Loki looks back at the house Clark still stands watching, Miles had retreated back into the house. 

“Are you hungry?” Loki enquires, Sierra had provided him a list of ways to replenish her energy stores, the top one being rest the remaining being food and stress free moments. 

Y/N nods, “We can get take out? I don’t know what to cook with what is left at home; groceries is not something I want to run an errand for today, maybe tomorrow before practice.” 

“Of course.” Loki agrees, he checks her again, then walks around the car to the driver’s side. 

Their hands lay intertwined upon her thigh as always since their first public date’s drive. 

Loki drives to her home, after the conversation that brought out everyone’s worse sides, their little entourage walked on eggshells and Stephen and Loki altered watching over Y/N giving Thor and Nia the Manor and some time to themselves without any responsibilities other than their own. 

Nia tried apologising and protesting against the division but understood that maybe this could have them heal from wounds that they never knew existed. 

Thor on the other hand said nothing to Y/N nor Loki. Stephen never really spoke unless they had anything to discuss. All in all it was sort of an impasse upon which they had arrived. 

Loki walks in through the threshold of the door of the home as Y/N leads the way holding his hand. 

There is something lighter in the air maybe the breakdown she had did her some good. Midnight circles around their feet, greeting their return, she had only slightly warmed up to Loki upon his return. Only marking him with her scent when Y/N’s own was present upon him. 

Other times Loki swears he could see the cat glaring at him with disdain and anger at leaving them distraught. 

As Loki empties the take out boxes into designated plates, his phone chimes. The water still running upstairs indicated Y/N is still in the shower. 

Email: Tate Modern 

Subject: Return of the Infinity Mirror Room for One Weekend Only. Members Exclusive. 

—open to read further—

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Email: Rayesa - Tate Modern 

Subject: Private Viewing of the Infinity Mirror Room. 

Dear Mr. Loki,

I realise that this must be short notice but I could have you and a guest come in for a thirty minute private viewing as before for the return of the same exhibit. 

Please let me know as soon as possible so I may save the slot for you if required. 

Warmest Regards,

Rayesa Addams-Ahmed 

Curator 

Tate Modern

Loki finds himself in a blur outside Y/N’s door, he knocks before entering. The shower shuts off and Y/N exits at the same time as he sets foot in, Loki finds his eyes trailing up her frame as Y/N momentarily freezes. 

“Loki!” Y/N chides. 

“I’m sorry I, I got excited because of an email.” He snaps out turning and covering his eyes with one hand. 

She quickly grabs her night shirt throwing it on and only mildly struggles with her pyjama pants, “What email?”

“Tate Modern, the exhibit it is back, it is open for one weekend exclusively for members. Rayesa offered us a private viewing whenever we want.” He explains. 

“Tonight we, its late how will we even—,”

“We could eat dinner now, I can drive, or we could even run.”

“No, not after eating.” Y/N shudders at the thought. 

“Right you get queasy.” Loki purses his lips, “The train?” 

“Faster than the car…” Y/N trails off, Loki turns as he hears her pad towards him. 

“I’ll call her.” Loki beams at the prospect of reliving their first date again. 

“Yes please.” Y/N grins equally happy at the prospect to have their bond visualised once again. 

Loki finds Rayesa’s contact, pressing call. 

“Ah, Mr. Loki, I think you found my email I was just sending you an updated one, the private viewings are only open for the next weekend.” Rayesa informs, 

“I apologise for the inconvenience, I remember how much your guest and you enjoyed the experience.” 

“Oh, just a moment Rayesa,” Loki conveys the change to Y/N they agree to have it next week they’d leave after practice so a ten o’clock night viewing was penciled in under their names. 

“Thank you so much. I look forward to catching up with you two.” Rayesa bids farewell. 

Loki settles in next to Y/N on the couch as they hold their plates of food. 

He’s picked out rewatching modern family knowing it is a comfort show for his mate. 

Y/N smiles as they settle into the familiarity of the show. 

Plates slowly become empty and bellies are full of future date plans and food. Hearts still stay wounded around the edges but moving towards healing. 

Their soft laughter only adds to the comfort Y/N feels. Her head rests on Loki’s chest as they shift into a more laying down position, Loki’s arms encircle her, the throw blanket laid over them, his fingertips trace over her back as they lay still watching. 

Y/N finds sleep creeping upon her easier. Her eyelids slowly droop. Y/N sighs snuggling closer to Loki, his body slightly colder than her own but there was a comfort he brought to her by just being there. 

“I missed this,” She admits, Loki looks down at her sleepy face, smiling. 

“Missed what?” He enquires, he shares the sentiment of this quiet moments that were as much as theirs to keep as were their moments out and about. 

“This, laying with you, hearing your breathing, having you near me.” She confesses. 

“I have missed having you in my arms.” Loki confesses as well. 

They yet hadn’t spoken alone about what transpired when he quote unquote broke things off. 

Y/N and Loki both silently agree that moments of comfort and finding their way back to each other took priority. 

It was futile to move forward with that hanging above their heads, but they just wanted to escape till when they could, till their hearts and minds wanted to hide away from the harsh words. 

Three words still dance on the tip of her tongue. Even in her sleep addled moment. She wanted to whisper them. 

Loki feels the bond shift back to silver, he feels his breath knocked out of his lungs at the force with which Y/N’s love cascades across their bond towards him at full throttle, venom pools at the corners of his eyes. 

She still held love for him. 

Maybe he had hope, hope that he could have her forgiveness her love to cherish again and never let go. 

“I love you.” Loki whispers against her temple. Keeping her in dreamland with his soft caresses and soothing words of affection. 

————

Sunday.

—————

Grocery shopping turned out to be an impromptu reunion between the two best-friends and brothers. They first hesitated and awkwardly hugged. 

Then Nia dropped the canned soup display when she picked one up from the middle. Y/N saw the whole thing from the other end. 

Loki and Thor were off broodingly staring at each-other in the corner. 

Y/N wheeled her cart quickly to Nia, grabbing her and pretending they were never near the display to begin with, only when they reached the aisle for detergents did they begin to laugh. 

“That was exactly like the cartoon.”

Nia wipes a tear that strays due to the laughter. 

Y/N only giggles nodding, the mental imagery on repeat. 

“Ma’am do you know who touched the soup display?” The store manager approached them. They straighten up. Shaking their heads. 

“It looks fine to me.” Nia says gesturing to the display. 

The man turns around and the display is perfectly in place. 

Thor and Loki round out from the next aisle holding various decoy items with smiles of achievements on their innocent faces. 

“I swear I saw the mess just a second ago.” The manager turns back to their ground then scratching the back of their head they go to inspect it up close. 

Y/N grins spying the Nutella jar Loki holds, “This is incentive to kick ass today.” He insists. 

“Whats today?” Nia questions, Thor silently watches the exchange. 

“Witch training.” Y/N informs making space for the items in Loki’s hands in the cart. 

“Oh, how is it going?” 

“Kicking ass some days and getting my ass kicked most days.” The young witch admits. 

“You’re going to do great. I believe in you.” Nia pulls Y/N in for a hug. 

Y/N hugs back, her heart feeling elated at the happiness of having her best friend back, not that she was lost to her. Just the fact that they weren’t speaking. 

Thor clears his throat drawing the friends apart. 

“Thor.” Nia huffs, “I just got my bestie back.” 

“I’m not keeping you apart I just wanted to say that, I’m sorry.” Thor looks down at Y/N apologetic. 

“Oh,” Is all Y/N is able to muster. 

“I realise things could have been handled keeping everyone’s emotions safe and not jeopardise your bond with my brother.” Thor admits, “I’m also sorry that I didn’t protect you better when you were vulnerable.”

“I’m sorry too for implying that taking care of you was a burden.” Nia adds.

Summary: No matter what you may say to the contrary, Thor does tend to have it coming to him.

Rating/Warnings/Tags:All (Pre-Thor; Asgard; Bratty!Child!Thor; magic!reader; established Loki & Reader friendship)

Challenge: “100 Drabbles of Randomness” by Miseria1 on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: And so we begin with my attempt at replacing the ficlets I deleted from this collection! I’m going to try to post one a week, but there’s a lot going on, so I’m not going to beat myself up if I can’t get to it. 

Hypocrisy

Finally! After an entire morning’s worth of needling and squirming and pouting, you found yourself in the open corridors of Asgard’s royal palace. Being a young woman—the only daughter of Odin’s Captain of the Guard at that—meant that you typically didn’t have many options for adventure whenever your father chose to drag you up there for some “society,” and that day’s meeting had been less adventure than most. Now that you were free of his and Odin’s watchful eyes, you intended to find yourself some fun, and you knew just who to look for to find that.

“Loki!”

Or perhaps that person would find you first. The enraged voice you caused you to jump about a foot in the air in fright.

A clatter of footsteps followed this cry. Louder they grew, and louder and louder, until a boy around your own age rounded the distant corner. You recognized him at once by the mischievous grin on his face. He in turn must have recognized you, for he picked up his pace the moment he spotted you.

“Loki?” you asked, but could not question Odin’s youngest son further before he darted behind you.

“Perfect timing as always, [Name],” he said.

“Perfect timing for what?”

“Loki, I am going to kill you!” the same voice from shouted. “And then I’m going to tell Mother!”

A strange noise issued from behind you. Turning, you found Loki stifling his laughter with his own palm. His green eyes twinkled with mirth. Thor continued stomping up the hall and opening (and slamming shut) every door on the way, and that only seemed to amuse Loki all the more.

“What did you do?” you asked. Your tone smacked the smile right off his face.

“Nothing!”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“All right, nothing important. Nothing Thor should be so worked up over, anyway. It was only a prank.”

“I thought the Allfather told you to stop pulling pranks on your brother,” you said with your hands on your hips.

Loki rolled his eyes. “What does he know? Thor’s got to learn to take a joke.”

“It’s not a joke if your prank is mean.”

“No one got bit this time! What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that you’re being—”

“There you are!”

Thor had found Loki at last. At least, you thought it was Thor. The red-faced boy headed right for you looked familiar, only he had bright blue hair with eyebrows to match. Your attempt at a swift greeting curtsy went ignored. Only Loki could capture Thor’s interest at the moment.

“Turn it back!” Thor shouted.

Loki didn’t flinch. “No.”

“If you don’t, I'll—”

“Make me? How? Get Sif to hold me down so you can punch me?”

Instead of thinking of a better way to finish his threat, Thor—still looking utterly ridiculous with his blue hair—lunged at his brother with a wordless cry of anger. Loki ducking behind you deterred Thor not at all. The two boys, one snarling, the other snickering, circled you. Around and around they went until you grew dizzy enough to shove the nearest person out of the endless whirlwind.

Unfortunately, that person turned out to be Thor. More unfortunately still, your shoving him was enough for you to end up at the wrong end of his wrath yourself.

“You're helping him!” Thor snapped incredulously.

“What?” You shook your head. “No, I—”

“I should have guessed you were in on this, [Name].”

“Wait. I had nothing to—”

“You're always helping him pick on me!”

“I never—”

“If that’s how you want things to be, fine. I’ll tell your dad, too. When he hears about this—”

A sudden peal of laughter from Loki interrupted Thor’s tirade. Disconcerted, Thor paused, but it didn’t take long for him to open his mouth to continue lecturing you. He took a deep breath, then found himself unable to speak over your laughter.

“What?” he demanded, looking between you and Loki as the two of you doubled over gasping for breath. “What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?”

“Maybe—maybe you should check a mirror,” Loki managed to choke out.

Thor’s eyes narrowed, but clearly his suspicions were great enough to convince him to follow Loki’s advice and leave you both unattended. It did not take long for him to find a reflective surface in the lush corridor. He took one look, then gasped. For good reason, too: Above his quivering lips now sat a magnificent mustache the exact same color as the rest of his hair.

“Mother!” Thor bawled before rushing back out of sight once more.

They were too much, his hysterics. Together you and Loki melted into a guffawing puddle right there on the palace floor. Only several minutes later did either of you recover to rise, hiccuping, into a seated position.

Loki shot you a knowing look as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “I thought you said I wasn’t to prank Thor anymore,” he said.

You sat up as straight as you could and said in your most prim of voices, “Thor has to learn to take a joke.”

This very nearly sent the two of you to the floor again. Struggling to contain himself, Loki instead hopped to his feet and offered you a hand to follow suit. You allowed him to pull you up. Each of you shot the other enormous grins at the exact same time. Then you both wordlessly raced up the hall side by side. Thor would be back soon, almost certainly with backup. Until then, there remained plenty of fun for you and your friend to go looking for.

Summary: Of all the ways he’s changed, losing his love for you was the last thing you expected.

Rating/Warnings:All (Post-Avengers (2012))

Challenge: “100 Drabbles of Randomness” by Miseria1 on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Don’t Deny It

Loki had always been a bit different–a bit more magic than muscle, a bit more tricky than truthful, a bit more bitter than sweet. But for all your years in his company, you never imagined you’d have to see his face through the wall of a prison cell.

“So they decided to send you to break me. I should have known,” Loki breathed, his grin as fragile as glass.

You weren’t sure how long he had known you were there. Perhaps the entire time, as silent as you had been trying to remain. As his green eyes caught the little light that filtered into his cell, you stepped forward.

“Break you?” you asked. “Why would they ask me to break you?”

“Oh, I think you know.”

You shook your head, your fingers fluttering out to brush against the surface of his cell wall. “What happened to you?”

“What happened to me? What happened to me? What happened to you?”

“Getting Thor exiled,” you said without answering him. “Trying to kill him and our friends. Destroying the Frost Giants. Murdering hundreds of innocent Midgardians.” You lifted your gaze to meet his. “You’ve changed.”

That got his ire. Loki strode forward. “I have not changed!” His shout was so loud that you stumbled backward. Though he couldn’t get himself any closer to you, Loki clenched his hands into fists and grimaced down at you. “I have simply learned what I truly am!”

“A Frost Giant?” you said calmly, getting to your feet and gathering your skirts around you along with your wits. “Thor told me. Loki, you cannot believe–”

“They told you!“ He barked out a wild laugh. “Of course they did! You’re Thor’s little lapdog now, aren’t you?”

“Loki, you are speaking madness. I would never–”

“Don’t deny it! You helped them. You helped them all. And you would send me back to exile as soon as you could to be rid of me. Just like my damned family!”

“What are you saying? Thor loves you! He–He adores you. And Odin–”

“All of it was lies, wasn’t it, [Name]?” His voice dropped to regular volume and his smile returned to something close to normal as he stepped backward and away from you. “The truth comes out. Everything we shared, it was all a lie so you could watch me, spy on me for my family.”

“What?” Hurt colored your tone.“ No. Loki–Loki, I–”

“Don’t say it.” He held up a hand. “I don’t want to hear that you love me. Not anymore. You lied to me, just like everyone else.”

You pressed a hand to your heart and moved forward again. “Loki–”

He whirled around. “Get out of my sight! I never want to see you again!”

A shaky breath escaped your lips, but:

“If that is what you wish, your Highness.”

All he did was watch you as you bowed and left the room.

Avengers: *all hiding from a bad guy in a cave*

Bad guy: *finds them in like 2 seconds*

Loki: ??? What gave us away

Peter, nervously hiding his light up sketchers behind his back: So here’s the thing…

Hemsworth: You need to get a hobby.

Hiddleston, holding up his dog: I already have one :)

Hemsworth: That’s your dog, how’s that a hobby?

Hiddleston: A hobby?! Ohhhh I thought you said a BOBBY!

You: I’m y/n, but you can call me anytime ;)

Loki: ? okay then

Loki: hi anytime

Loki: LOL you have a crush on me!How embarrassing!

You: Loki… we’re married.

Tony: Peter, for your birthday I bought you McDonald’s

Peter: Thanks Mr.Stark! I really wanted a happy meal!

Tony: You… wanted food?

Peter:Yeah?

Peter:

Peter: Wait then what did you buy me?

Tony:…

Tony:McDonald’s…

Peter:

Tony: The whole company…

You, from the other side of the room: Loki got me a half opened coke can the other day

Loki, while kissing your hand: Only the best for you, love.

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You: THE FLOOR IS LAVA

5,4,3,2,1

Loki: *hops up on couch*

You: *hops up on chair*

Thor, looking down: No it’s not! It looks like hardwood.

Loki, while transforming the floor into actual lava::D

Thor, hopping up and down: Whyow do you ow hate me owbrother.

Loki: Peter, what is a dad?

Peter: …You mean a dab?

Loki: No, a dad. I mean, I’ve had 2 of them but they don’t feel like what dads are supposed to feel like.

Peter:…

Peter:Mr.Loki do you need a hug?

Sam, eating chips on the other side of the room: He said he needed a dad not a hug how stupid can you be?

one of my previous posts were inspired by this fan art

(not mine ++ credos to artist -> nanihoo)

You: Loki, I’m having someone over tonight

Loki:Who?

You: My friend Tom Hiddleston. We met in the park this morning

Clint: That wasn’t Loki? I swear it looked exactly like him.

You: Nonsense. Well he’s coming over for dinner and he should be here any minute

Loki: Barton, you’re overreacting.

*doorbell rings*

You: *opening the door as Tom walks inside*

Loki, still talking to Clint: There’s no way he’s even close to being as handsome as-

Loki: *turns around to face Tom*

Loki:-me

Tom and Loki: *looking at each other up and down*

Tom: Have we met bef-

Loki, cutting him off: Nope. Never. Never met before.

Clint, whispering to you: I’m telling you, Y/n, they could be twins!

You, looking over at both of them while thinking:Hmmm…

You, shrugging: I don’t see it.

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Sweet Dreams

Loki,entering your room: I have to go back to Asgard for some time

Loki,walking in: But I should be back-

Loki, realizing that you’re asleep:-soon

Loki, walking up to your bed and taking off his cape: Goodnight my love

Loki, kissing you on the forehead: Sweet dreams

Loki, wrapping you up in his cape: Don’t cause too much trouble without me

Loki, taking off his helmet and placing it beside you: And remember my love, no matter where I am, we are still under the same stars.

Loki, caressing your cheek: Remember that.

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They’re making the same face here