Requested by @harleyhiddleston

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice- Part 2

Prelude, Part 1

Pairings- Loki Odinson x Reader

Loki takes an apprentice he finds himself getting unusually attached to.

My prelims are finally over! I’ll be continuing this fic and catching up the rest of the fanfics I have to write now, sorry for all the inactivity this week.

This part is a bit of a filler just so that the story can pick up some pace; I’ve got three more parts planned out in advance and I promise, they’re gonna be good.

  It wasn’t as if your aunt and uncle were unpleasant people.

They were just….

  To be honest about it, you felt the great debt you owed them. They did, after all, give you a home. They raised you, albeit they did get more than your daily bread’s worth of labour out of you. But there was never anything alienating in their behaviour- you were certain that if they had their own child, they would treat it just as they treated you. Roughly.

   Your uncle was an artisan. He created marvellous works of art, sculpted, painted or modelled. It was your job to fetch and prepare his paints, clay, or stone for him, as well as to keep his workshop clean and his art polished.  It didn’t sound like much- but it was.

  That night, you slept fitfully, tired after your lesson with the prince. Your aunt had asked you some sharp questions about your whereabouts that evening, but you had evaded them all.She hadn’t pressed much- she you were an incurably common person, lounging about  in filthy streets with what she called “your filthy street friends.” You had no idea how she got that notion. 

  Your day began with heading out to the riverside to dig. It was one of your uncle’s family trade secrets- the riverbanks were made up of the finest clay for modelling- refined and smooth. In addition to that, you found many worthless but pretty crystals when you dug, all coruscating in the sunlight. 

  Digging was hard work, and you had to do it manually. It was early, but the sun shone down as if determined to fry you.

Loki awoke to Thor hammering on the door.

   “Lo! It’s time for breakfast!”

“Go away!” Loki hollered, rolling over and cuddling his plush cushions. He would rather die than anybody finding out, but he always ended up cuddling something as he slept. When it was cushions, it was okay; but when circumstances dictated that he sleep next to Thor, such as when they were sent out for war and had to sleep on the bare ground, it was downright horrifying. 

 Thor broke the door down (this was a regular occurrence, Loki had to fix it everyday, it only took a little bit of magic).  

  “Lo, Mother’s calling you!” he said brightly, tugging all the covers right off the huge, luxurious bed.

  “THOR GIVE ME BACK MY SHEETS!” Loki yelled, but Thor’s arms were around him, he was being hauled up, he was being thrown over Thor’s shoulder, he was being manhandled and taken to breakfast when all he wanted to do was sleep.

“What took you such a long time?” your uncle snapped as you brought him a sack of the finest clay. 

  “Oh, well, there was the digging,” you mumbled, wiping a smear of blood red earth off of your cheek.

 “Alright, give me the clay; also, I need you to polish all my scalpels- and if you try and use any of that seidir or whatever it is, I’ll lock you in the cellar for a few days.”

  You sighed- you were hot and sweaty and tired from lugging the sack of mud from the riverside. 

  Making your way to the corner of the workshop where your uncle’s scalpels lay strewn on a a sheet of cloth, you found yourself longing for the hour when you would be learning magic from the prince. 

  The prince! 

You loved the way you felt around him. Magic- it was as if he was magic personified. Fluid, adaptable, beautiful. It was all the magical power which flowed within him, you knew, and you found yourself loving the feeling of being near a real sorcerer.

  Frigga was trying to get Loki to eat more; he was adamant, though. He was full. He was sitting with his knees drawn up on his chair, sulking.

  “Loki, I can’t sit here with your fussing all day, do eat up, dear,” Frigga sighed. 

  Loki maundered something about ‘why not’ and ‘want sleep.’

“Loki, I have a ball to plan,” she told him. “Get on with your breakfast, I can’t leave you or you won’t eat anything at all, knowing your infantile pickiness.”

  Thor had finished shoving jugs of cream and strips of bacon down his throat; as if on cue, Fandral poked his head through the door of the royal breakfast room. 

  “Good morning, Your Highnesses,” he said respectfully to the king and queen.

They acknowledged him with smiles and nods. 

“Fandral, m’boy,” said Thor, grinning. “Where to, today? I was thinking of a hunt.”

  “Hunt sounds fine, but are you sure? You know how hard it is to focus on the game when Loki’s being a sourpuss, and right now he looks like curdled milk,” Fandral teased, earning laughs from Odin and Thor, even an ill-suppressed smile from Frigga.

 This only made Loki look sullener. Suddenly, however, he remembered something that almost- almost- made him smile.

   The girl. 

  The girl! 

The evening would come and they would meet- there would be magic sparking in the air. He could almost feel it now.

  “Lo, Lo,” said Thor mockingly. “No magic tricks on the table, please, they stopped being amusing a few hundred years ago.”

 His fingers had been glowing green. Loki clenched his teeth- he hated it when Thor called his magic tricks. 


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In the Bookstore

The rec of the day today is In The Bookstore. Loki has been brought to Midgard, to watched by the ever capable Avengers. They decided to grant him one supervised trip out of the tower a week, for good behavior, and on today’s outing he wants to go to a small bookstore near the Tower. There he sees you. What will happen when the God of Mischief finds out just how much you love the Bard? Read this fantastically written tale and find out! Appearances by: Steve Rogers, + mention of Tony Stark.

Warnings: Fluff!

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The Little Wolf

TITLE: The Little Wolf


AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being randomly given a baby/toddler to look after, to his complete bewilderment, and at first he’s worried it’s some kind of trick but eventually he bonds with the little munchkin to the point of being reluctant to give it back.

RATING: General

NOTES/WARNINGS: I was going to work on the next chapter of Hospitality, but then I saw this prompt and it gave me an excuse to write about paternal Loki and I will always, always take advantage of that. It’s a bit longer than I intended but once I got started I just couldn’t stop writing. Enjoy.


    It wasn’t very often that Loki Friggason was completely and utterly confused, but now… now was certainly one of those moments.

    For months he’d been stuck with the Avengers as a punishment for… something or another that he didn’t actually remember doing. It’d gone about as well as could be expected, which was not at all; the team basically hated him and he, well, he just didn’t care, which tended to translate to a total lack of restraint on his tricks whenever he was bored. Which was quite often considering nobody trusted him enough to let him do anything.

    The only exception to that was Melina, the newest recruit to the team; a young woman of fair skin, green-dyed long hair and deep brown eyes who happened to have the ability to teleport. She was the only one who didn’t outright ignore or avoid him besides Thor, though he liked to pretend she was invisible most of the time just to see how flustered she became. That tended to earn him a lecture and then he would have to apologise to her, which always made her smile, and that made him do it again just to get back to that point.

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