“‘Tell me about these tattoos,’ came his soft question. Sannaet opened her mouth and then closed it again when she realized she had no ready reply… . She shifted a little to bring one knee up and hug the pillow closer. What should she say?”
Well, lokiofmiddleearth I warned you that amatasera’s next illustration would be absolutely devastating – don’t you agree that it makes your heart stop?
This image goes with chapter 14 of my Loki fic A Walk-on Part in the War, and it left me speechless when she sent it to me this afternoon. Feel free to re-blog, so she gets all the props she deserves.
For those interested, here is a hopefully mobile-friendly chapter list to the story:
Rules: Enter your answers, then tag 10 people! Use the first letter of your name to answer each question. . If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use the same word twice. Name: starts with S 4-letter word: same A boy’s name: Shawn Occupation: surgeon Something you wear: sweater Food: sushi Something in a bathroom: shampoo A place: seaside A reason for being late: slippery roads Something you shout: SHIT! Movie: serenity Something you drink: slushie Animal: snake Type of car: studabaker Title of a song:Snow cats by afi
I would like to offer this note as a deeply felt thank you, and
as a personal testament that small deeds of kindness matter in ways that we are
often don’t realize.
For many reasons, I do not share what I write with my
face-to-face acquaintances. In my world, professors of Shakespeare do not write
sexy fan fiction – certainly not professors of Shakespeare in small,
conservative mid-western towns, at small, conservative schools.
I am fairly
certain that the 60-something-year-old Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences would not approve of my hobby. Nor would my
many conservative Christian students. Nor would my conservative Catholic
colleagues and friends.
In this sense, my writing, which has become an enormous part
of my life, is also something that I cannot talk about. Even my husband thinks
it’s a waste of time, and I will not ask him to read anything I write ever
again (I did that once, and it was a mistake).
I tell you this because I hope it explains in some small
measure what it means to me when I log in to Tumblr, and someone has liked or
re-blogged something I have written –how it makes my heart press up against the
sides of my chest when someone sends me a note to tell me they liked what they
read. These notes are small gestures on your part. They take next to no time at all, and I am sure
you do them without really thinking at all about the impact they have.
To me, however, they have made an enormous difference.
So I want to say thank you to all of my Tumblr friends for
your notes and kind messages, but I also want to do more than that.
I want to somehow convey to you how valuable it is for you
to keep doing all of those tiny – seemingly inconsequential – things that make
existence more bearable for those around you.
Being kind takes so little effort.
Yet little kindnesses sometimes are the only lights in what
can be a very dark room.
I couldn’t do Tristan iamthebadwolf85… but I did this. I told myself not to. I said “Self… don’t… you’re just gonna kill people and cause mass hysteria like you always do” and I replied “Eheheheheheh” :clears throat: What can I say… I’m an agent of chaos :D
*tags beneath the cut // if you want on or off just let me know*
I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. I want to walk like I’m the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment from its hanger like I’m choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin, it’ll be the goddamned dress they bury me in.
Surprisingly enough, SSS has never put out an all-Loki edition. But considering the news from Marvel about his glorious purpose continuing in more films, it seemed the time was right for a renewed emphasis on this sexy creature. (who was, for a lot of us, our first introduction to Tom Hiddleston).
As mentioned in the call for fic, I’m putting special emphasis on those stories that are brand new. Stories are are listed in descending order of original publishing date.
Images this week are mostly the courtesy of amatasera and elfpunk , who have graciously allowed me to take my pick of their works. You ladies rule.
I hope you’re all ready for these. You might need to brew yourself a cup of tea and get yourselves settled in before you start. You know Loki plays sneaky and rough.
General Warning: The following are works of fiction intended for mature audiences only. I do not give trigger warnings, although the authors sometimes do so. Proceed at your own risk and recognition.
Summary: Nessa fills in for her niece as a massage therapist, and her client is a very important person.
‘I mean, your royal highness,’ I quickly recovered as I bowed down to him and avoided looking into his eyes. He didn’t speak a word but slowly took off his coat and garments and carefully put them on the chair in the corner of the room. I didn’t dare look at him but I could see from the corner of my eyes that he was completely naked.
Without looking I reached him one of the sheets and felt it carefully being taken from my hands, he covered himself up and stepped closer to the table. ‘It’s alright, you can look now,’ his voice gave me chills, the good kind,’ I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?’ ‘Yes,’ my voice was barely more than a whisper.
Summary: Loki finds a sex toy belonging to his Midgardian roommate/keeper.
The lie fell out of my mouth without me even thinking about it, I’d learned to hide it so well. "But I have no interest in sharing this very intimate part of my life with you, and you cannot force me to do so!”
I mentally shook my head. Big, big mistake. Telling Loki he could not do something was a guarantee that he was going to do his best to accomplish it, even if it was something he didn’t necessarily want to do.
And he wanted to do this.
Son of a bitch.
I was being held captive - naked - who knew were - by a horny Norse God, and there was zero chance that anyone was going to come to my aid.
Summary: One night, Tom comes home a seemingly changed man.
The voice is oddly familiar. The long fingers around your throat are just as familiar, and much less odd. Your pulse quickens with the surprise of feeling him behind you (you are certain he can feel your heart drumming beneath his hand) but your eyes slide closed. You follow his command, falling still and silent under his touch.
“Good girl.” The fingers tighten around your neck, and his free hand creeps down along your body. Your heart is still beating quickly, though now it is with anticipation more than anything else. “So warm. So pliant. I do believe you’ll let me take you here and now, won’t you? I don’t even have to threaten you.”
Summary: While in his cell, the prisoner Loki summons an image of his lover to soothe him.
“Don’t tell her I’m here,” he had whispered fiercely to Frigga, over the heavy clank of his chains and Odin’s infuriating voice snapping for his attention. “Let her think that I am dead. It is kinder.”
Now, in his cell, this sparse glass-fronted room that was his for eternity… now he let himself think of her. Her bright, sparkling eyes. Her bold words and her quiet moans. Her soft hair in his fingers, her red lips on his cheek. Loki sank down on the thin mattress on what was supposed to be his bed, forever. It was unlikely he’d get the chance to trick Thor into letting him out of this cell, he thought.
Summary: Misty is held captive by the new king of Earth, and not so gently persuaded to enter his service
The creak of the wheel turning jars Misty out of her doze. She’d been given a few hours rest between what Loki had referred to as “sessions”. Once upon a time they would have been called sexual assault. The chain that holds her arms over her head tightens, pulling her up so her feet dangle above the dungeon’s stone floor. The redhead whimpers a little as her arms are stretched almost painfully.
“Good morning, pet.” Loki’s condescending smile accompanies the greeting. As usual, he wears a black suit that hugs his tall frame. She doesn’t register on his danger scale enough to warrant armor. His hands reach out and cup her breasts, a chuckle escaping his lips as she wriggles to try and keep away from him, spitting at his face, but missing as usual. “Still as feisty as ever. I like that in a woman. But I would rather have loyalty to me.”
“Good morning Love. Happy birthday.” Loki walked out onto his balcony and stood behind her. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, her hair smelling of sage and rosemary. Hilda had already set breakfast out for them, knowing they wouldn’t want to go to the main hall. It was Sigyn’s birthday, which meant they probably wouldn’t be leaving the bedroom.
“Good morning and thank you Dear Mischief.” She was oddly quiet, granted she wasn’t much of a morning person.
“What’s going through your head?” Loki sat down across the table from her and laid his napkin across his lap.
Summary: Reader POV - you are betrothed to another, but want desperately to be with Loki at least once before you wed.
You take a piece of paper and write in your steadiest hand, even though you’re shaking with nerves ~ Please summon me to your chambers so that no one sees. I need desperately to speak with you ~
You fold it and give it to the servant who is waiting beside you. You ask her to deliver it directly to Loki as quickly as she can manage, to let him know who it is from, and that the matter is urgent.
As you watch her leave you are overcome with all manner of emotions. This is either going to be the greatest night of your life, or the single most embarrassing.
Fic Summary: Before embarking on his disastrous attempt at conquering Midgard, a SHIELD agent with a grudge against an old flame offers her allegiance to Loki of Asgard. But when his plan goes sideways, he kidnaps the woman for his own sinister plan, using her as leverage to keep himself out of prison.
excerpt from chap. 11:
“Sigyn?” Loki called as I entered the vestibule in our suite, emerging from the formal seating area to the right of the fountain. Some part of me wanted to be mad at him for his words last night, for his behaviour in front of not just myself but Hel, but I remembered my revelation. Small things. He could have handled the situation much better but he had made a point; I too had found solace from my problems at the bottom of a stein of mead… regardless if I still stubbornly believed there was a difference in those situations. Instead, I held my hands out to him as he leaned down to kiss my cheek. “How do you fare this afternoon, husband?”
“My behaviour last night was remiss. As such, I have sought to make amends for my words. Come, I have something to show you.”
Summary: Reader POV - you get an unexpected but welcome visit.
You’re standing in front of your window, looking out at the night. It’s pitch black and in your darkness, you don’t see your reflection, not that you’re worried anyway. The nearest neighbors are miles away and the road is deserted, so you feel perfectly secure standing there in nothing but a filmy black robe.
You jump as you feel a hand behind you snake into your hair and fingers begin to tangle. Your breathing gets shallow as the hand jerks your head to the side and you feel cool breath against your skin. “Hello, pet,” he growls lowly before his lips meet the goosebumped flesh of your neck.
Summary: Loki receives a Midgardian girl as a gift.
Giddy excitement filled every pore. He had always longed for a Midgardian pet, but alas, it had only ever been a dream. Until now. Loki restrained himself from leaping down all twenty steps in an instant. He glanced at Odin, who nodded, granting him permission to receive his gift. He gathered himself and glided down the steps, watching the girl flinch infinitesimally as she realised his approach. The Ambassador was still bent in a bow, but his face tilted upwards, keen to see the Prince’s reaction to his gift; the Ambassador had selected the girl himself, and it was of paramount importance that she pleased the difficult young prince.
Summary: When Agent Victoria refuses to make breakfast for Loki, the God of Mischief tries to sneak into her room to frighten her. But his plan backfires & finds himself in an interesting situation.
It had only been 5 months since Colonel Fury had assigned Agent Victoria to be Loki’s guardian & tutor regarding to adjusting to life on Earth, or Midgard, as he called it. He was rude, demanding, pulled pranks on her constantly, and although some were genuinely funny and made her laugh, there were just some days she’d love nothing more than to slap that smug handsome smile right off his face… Among other methods of punishment.
It was 8:30am on a Saturday morning & it was Victoria’s first weekend off in months. She was sleeping peacefully up until there was a loud knock at her door.
“Agent Victoria, I require breakfast.” Loki spoke through the door, his tone agitated & impatient. Victoria rolled her eyes and growled, not budging from underneath her warm blankets.
As always, he had run to the library at night, yet now he was looking for books that were forbidden to read, and he had found out about the things only the whores would know of. On and on he read, studied and explored, if so to say, but Loki slowly gave up hope; weeks turned into months, and months turned into a year, and the younger prince started to doubt if there would ever be such thing as a woman that would keep a desire for him within her. His mind brought him to think of the brothels, where ale and whores were waiting, but it disgusted him in the very moment when he thought of his brother spending his nights there, as well. Thor would only make fun of him, and take his victory when whores would shed nothing but laughter at him.
Summary: Sonja, a young mutant with exceptional powers, is sent by Charles Xavier to spy on Loki and Erik Lensherr, but is captured by them.
She froze when he came closer, both intimidated by his presence and by his knowledge. Nobody except Charles had ever found out what her ability really was. Other catalysts just strengthened other mutants, by touch or by proximity. She had to want to help. Nobody could force her to use her power, it shut down the moment she wasn’t willing to use it. Even under duress, with a gun held to her head, it didn’t work. She had to be convinced. Once she was sure that her goal was the same as the other’s, it was as if a bond was forged and she gained the same ability, basically turning them into a two-person team with the same skills and boosted strength.
Summary: Odin has Loki punished, and uses a beautiful woman to administer the torture.
an excerpt from chapter 1:
She knew Loki all too well, so the fourth vial was something she had concocted herself to try and make up for what she had done to him. The green liquid was thicker than the rest, so it took longer to circulate. Once it was in full force, there was no denying what response she was aiming for. Though he was feeling immeasurable pain, she wanted him to get something in return. His skin slowly faded back to the cool, creamy complexion she’d known for so long, and his breathing slowed.
Wonderful older stories below. Those marked ** were not submitted by the authors, but added by me.
Today, the 20th of January, is @incredifishface‘s (aka on Ao3, thebookhunter) birthday!
I believe I have mentioned before that I have met many splendid individuals on Tumblr. Fishy is one of those treasures – she is a tremendous writer, sports a witty intellect, is never short of snark, and has appointed herself my personal cheerleader. She is All That. Plus.
I wanted to find some way to celebrate her birthday. Unfortunately, I remain deep in the throes of writer’s paralysis, so I asked @golikethatcat to consider creating an illustration for one of her fics, and just look at what that wonderful, sweet, talented person has wrought – a lovely lawyer!Loki for Unfaithful, and a gorgeous actor!Loki for Dog inside the Heart.
As you can see, golikethatcat is also All That. Plus.
So, all you Friends of Fishy (FoFs), please stop by her blog to help make sure her day is awesomeness covered with awesomesauce, because we love her.