So, this was a prompt. I have included the ask at the very end this time because I don’t want to give away the spoiler! Another one that was slightly longer than expected. Oh well.
“Did you hear?” A boy whispered in delight, voice echoing
around the now silent corridor. Draco rolled his eyes heavily. What was with
immature people being obsessed with gossip? One would think that there would be
better things to talk about than mindless shite.
Potter is coming back for the Remembrance Ball next month!”
froze as he fought the urge to demand the boy to spill his sources. It wouldn’t
do well to bring himself attention, especially about Potter.
whispers broke out as they all waited for Slughorn to open his door for class.
did you hear that?” Smith asked doubtfully. “Someone else brought up Potter at
the beginning of the year but it turned out to be false.”
Draco was rather grateful for the Hufflepuff’s insight. He just hoped that it
wouldn’t be a recurring thing.
overheard McGonagall telling Flitwick about it when I was passing by the
furrowed his brows. If Potter was stopping by for a visit, Granger or Weasley would
have acted like it, wouldn’t they? He shot a look towards Granger, who had a
book on Modern Goat Conspiracy Theories
compared to Anciently Deceased Theories open in one hand and their Potion’s
book in the other. Surely, she couldn’t be reading both, right? Weasley had his
head resting on Granger’s shoulder and appeared to be asleep. His mouth was
open and Draco was pretty sure he saw drool.
clang of the door opening had Draco putting this behind him. It was no doubt just
Potter is coming back for the ball, who do you think will be his date?” Abbott
asked as Draco sighed heavily, a few seats away from her in History of Magic.
says he has to have a date?” Macmillan asked with a scoff. “I’m going stag and
there’s nothing wrong with that.”
snorted loudly. “You’re going stag because everyone you asked turned you down.”
was incredibly sick of everyone talking about Potter. This was getting out of
hand. What was with everyone being obsessed with the savior? Merlin, there had to be better things to talk about.
because he is blind to Abbott’s desperate pining after him.” Draco snarked, not
bothering to turn around. He was just fed up with the whole conversation.
was a stunned silence that filled the room. Macmillan sounded as if he was choking
on his own tongue and that was
certainly the highlight to Draco’s day.
telling the truth?” Macmillan whispered, sounding awed. As if he hadn’t noticed that the girl had been in
love with him for seven years.
a miniscule moment of guilt as the girl sounded positively miserable. But it
was for the best. He knew how this would end. And really, what was a little pain as long as it ended in
happiness? Well, if they actually lasted as a couple that is. As a realist, he
predicted those two would break up after one or two children.
you like to go to the ball with me?” Macmillan’s tone was scared, which had
Draco rolling his eyes.
Abbott squeaked out far louder than was necessary, causing Draco to nod
a small smile also escaped, well, no one had to know.
I was 18 when I met her in a college library five years ago.
I left my notebook at home that day and needed paper to write on for a homework assignment. In search of scrap paper, I looked to my left and there she was…
I asked her for a single sheet of paper to use and she gave me three. I was in love.
Over the next year of being in school together, we had many conversations and found we had a lot in common. We both valued family, altruism, happiness, spontaneity, and living with purpose.
But there was one thing we could never agree on.
She was a Christian and I, a Muslim. She didn’t understand how anyone could follow Islam, a cult of falsehood, oppression, sexism, violence and terrorism.
Truth is, I never knew how to respond to her criticisms about Islam because I wasn’t practicing my parents’ faith at the time.
However, my competitive nature kicked in and to prove this white chick wrong, I began reading the Quran…
Reflect on how unreal this is.
Allah made her (not a Muslim) a medium through which he would call me towards Islam.
At the exact same time, I was a medium for her to see an Islam that was different to what the media promoted.
I began performing my daily prayers, I stopped smoking and I quit some other nasty habits.
She began researching Islam in depth, attended prayers in mosques and befriended many Muslims.
Three and a half years ago, she became a Muslim and did so because she felt it was the truth.
We knew we wanted to be together but our family’s approval would be challenging to attain.
It took many years for my family to get over their fear that a white girl was manipulating me and simply acting like she was a Muslim so I could fall into her trap.
It took many years for her family to accept that she wasn’t being brainwashed into accepting Islam and that she wasn’t falling into a trap.
Both of our family’s wanted the best for us, but were giving into their fear of the unknown.
We recognized this and grounded ourselves in good old patience.
We knew we’d be married one day, we could see it in our minds and that we’d do it with the approval of our families.
That’s exactly what happened last weekend. Both of our family’s were at our wedding and couldn’t be happier that we found each other. Alhamdulillah.
Everything that is good in life takes hard work and dedication.
We did this for the sake of Allah and held on tight until now because of the belief that we would shatter stereotypes, pave the road for others in our community with the same challenges and of course, fulfill half of our deen.
Thank you, @cuppa-tea-eh for that prompt! :) It was so much fun! (and whenever ‘it was fun’ it turns into… well, 3k this time. Whoops!) I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there… :)
Cho Chang. Cho Chang? Really? Cho. Chang!!
“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy was waving a hand in front of his face, scrutinising him intently. She looked worried.
“Cho Chang,” Draco muttered for the umpteenth time. Pansy sighed, letting her hand drop to her side and leaning away again.
“Yes, Draco, Cho Chang. But she said no. She’s already going with someone else.”
Draco couldn’t help but sneer. Thank Merlin Chang was already going out with Diggory! But Potter seemed to fancy her nonetheless. Draco had caught him staring at the Ravenclaw in the Great Hall several times. It made him want to dump his porridge on Potter’s head.
When he saw Potter the next day, he noticed how tense his shoulders looked, how he was walking with his head bowed. Draco would have liked nothing more than to go over there and end Potter’s misery. There were only a few minor problems. Draco had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to the Yule Ball. Besides, Potter didn’t even like him.
The more Draco thought about the impossibility of ever being with the stupid Gryffindor, the angrier he got. As he watched Potter cross the courtyard, he acted on impulse. He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it with as much force as he could. It hit Potter right in the back of his head.
“Ow!” He whirled around and narrowed his eyes when he saw Draco sneering at him.
“Potter!” Draco didn’t even have to force his voice to sound gleeful, it was an automatism. “Could you be any more pathetic?” He approached Potter with a smart pace, flashing his ‘Potter stinks’ badge before he came to a halt in front of him. “How does it feel, Potter, to realise you’re not everybody’s darling?” He cackled scornfully, jutting his chin forward. “The Boy Who Lived… can’t even find a date for the Yule Ball.”
Potter glowered at him and Draco felt almost embarrassed about how much he was enjoying it.
“Oh, because everybody is begging you to go with them?” Potter said in a mocking tone. Draco straightened himself, attempting to look as superior as possible.
“Unlike you, I get to pick and choose amongst my devoted admirers.”
Draco scowled when Potter snorted.
“Right. The one devoted admirer being Pansy Parkinson. And you call me pathetic.”
Draco struggled to keep his composure. But he wouldn’t let Potter win.
“Should I build you a snowwoman, so you won’t end up alone after all? At least she’d have as much charisma as you.”
“Don’t bother, Malfoy,” Potter said gruffly. “Worry about yourself. I bet you can’t find someone other than Pansy who’d want to go with you.”
Draco felt his cheeks burn up. He didn’t want to go with Pansy but had already made his peace with it, seeing as the person he really wanted to go with wasn’t an option.
“I already told you, I have lots of choices,” Draco fumed. It was an outright lie and he suspected Potter knew it. The Gryffindor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Draco a speculative glance.
“Alright, let’s make a bet then.”
Draco pressed his lips together to keep himself from gaping. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to smirk.
“Sure. But if- I mean when I turn up with my date, who won’t be Pansy, you’ll kneel in front of me and kiss my hand.” Draco chuckled inwardly.
“What? I won’t be kneeling-”
“Scared you’ll lose, Potter?” Draco said tauntingly. Potter gritted his teeth.
“Fine! Since you seem to be so sure of yourself, I’ll make it easy for you. If I win, you’ll kiss your date in front of everyone! Like you mean it.”
Draco bit his lip. Potter wasn’t playing fair. He knew Pansy had a thing for Draco and she would kill him if he went to the ball with somebody else and kissed them right in front of her. But he couldn’t back down now.
“You’ve got yourself a bet, Potter,” he growled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room. What had he gotten himself into? This was bound to end badly. He knew it from the second he had agreed to this stupid bet and was proven right again when he talked to Pansy.
“What do you mean, you can’t go to the ball with me?” she screeched. Draco sighed.
“I made a bet with Potter,” he said, plopping down in an armchair.
“And that bet excludes me as your date?” She was probably going to start throwing things any second now.
“It does,” Draco replied. “Just ask Blaise or something.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say. Pansy’s face was red and blotchy, her nostrils were flared and her eyes look murderous.
“I will kill Potter for this,” she yelled and stormed off into her dorm. Draco let his head fall back and tried not to think about how Pansy would react if he actually had to kiss someone in front of her. Like you mean it. Potter’s words echoed in his head. That would be a tough sell. The only person he could imagine kissing in earnest was the one he’d had to beat in this stupid bet.
Draco looked around the Great Hall and wrinkled his nose. Finding a date to the Yule Ball had turned out harder than he had anticipated. Every single person he had asked was already taken, or at least they said they were, and time was running out fast. The stupid ball was tomorrow. His only consolation was that Potter didn’t seem to have had much luck either.
He didn’t know why he did it, what idiocy drove him to provoke Potter further, but when Potions class was over, he strode over to the Gryffindor and casually leaned his hip against his desk.
“Time’s almost up, Potter. We can do a test run if you like, to familiarise your knees to being bent.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley blinking at him.
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Potter said, standing up. “You on the other hand should probably take better care of these.” Without warning, Potter’s thumb was brushing Draco’s lower lip. “They look a bit chapped. Wouldn’t want your date to cut themselves on your lip.”
Draco could only watch Potter and his friends, who were still gaping at Draco, leave the classroom while he stood there, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot. His heart was about to jump out his chest and his legs felt like he had been hit with the Jelly-Legs-Jinx.
He was still slightly swaying when he found Blaise in the library.
“Got a date yet?” he asked, putting down his quill. Draco groaned.
“No. And Potter is driving me insane!”
“Honestly, you should just ask him to be your date and be done with it,” Blaise suggested.
“You’re very helpful,” Draco barked.
“Seriously, Draco, I swear to Salazar, if you don’t do anything about it and I have to endure you talking about him every waking minute until we finish school, I will throw myself into the Great Lake.”
“You know very well I can’t do anything about it,” Draco huffed. “And I do not talk about him that much.”
Blaise gave him an exasperated look and sighed.
“Why do you even like him?”
“How should I know? I just… do.”
Shaking his head, Blaise took his quill and stuffed it into his bag.
I'm really interested in learning Japanese but I'm not really sure where to start with it.
It’s amazing how someone can teach themselves a whole new language by themselves. I self-studied Japanese and never used a textbook. There are so many resources for learning, online and free. You can learn just using the online or free resources listed here and beyond. But where do you start?
First, start with hiragana. There are many ways to learn it.
flashcards, or use quizlet to drill it into your head
Dr. Moku app ( has one for katakana too) I highly recommend this but $
Done with all that? Now, drop romaji. It’s dead to you. A little reluctant? Practice more.
Learn grammar next with vocab and kanji on the side. It’s hard to learn grammar without vocab and it’s hard to learn words without understanding some kanji. I know it’s tough but once you ride it out through grammar learning Japanese becomes much smoother and easier. It’s not as frustrating. It’s so fun.
Download Japanese dictionary and Japanese-English dictionary on iPhone in settings, go to dictionary on settings
After all that just keep practicing. Go to your best free resource, your public library and find books in your level, watch videos in Japanese, read manga, watch a film in Japanese etc.
Also, here’s a good masterpost that also lists othergood masterposts and more.
Here’s some miscellaneous advice I want to give beforehand I really hope you'll take:
Try using the Japanese dictionary the most, not the Japanese-English one but the completely in Japanese definitions of words one. Use Japanese-English when you can’t understand the Japanese definition to help yourself. I found English words given to define Japanese words seem to be similar words or/and words the Japanese word is usually translated in. It’s hard to really understand the word exactly. To really understand the word I find myself having to read the Japanese definitions. This is literally what I give the most credit for my progress in Japanese. ( some good ones are kotobank and goo辞書 as well as the iPhone one.)
Learn loan words. Sometimes they aren’t used like the language it originally came from uses it.
Understand what radicals are so you use them to look up kanji. Lots of Japanese dictionaries let you look up by radical.
Practice stroke order. I mean my handwriting is messy but a least it’s legible and not as messy as it could be.
Some words use a couple different kanjis. Learn the nuances of using those different kanjis in the word.
Read news in Japanese
learn the culture. It’s impossible to learn Japanese without understanding the culture.
learn kanji by learning how its used and vocab. Here’s a post I made about that. It’s the same one above.
Change your phone into Japanese.
follow Japanese people’s accounts on social media, whether that’s here on Tumblr, Twitter or Instagram.
And lastly, Don’t lose yourself to discouragement. Keep going. I can’t tell you how good it felt to watch Jdrama completely in Japanese or read a whole adult novel in Japanese. I could see anyone getting there too. It takes time but it’s very possible.
Followers, feel free to recommend any resource in the notes:)
STRAP IN, YOU GUYS, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FOR SOME POST-THOR: RAGNAROK FIC AND YOU BETTER BELIEVE I’M GONNA SCREAM SOME MORE WHEN I FIND IT, BECAUSE THERE’S SOME AMAZING STUFF HERE ALREADY.
THOR: RAGNAROK FIC RECS: ✦ home through shadows journeying by Etharei, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 3.5k Life on the ship is a lot like being in limbo. ✦ I Want To Be More by ValkyrieShepard, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 4.4k When Loki comes to visit Thor after everything’s been done, a hug leads to something more intimate. ✦ From The Ashes by IAmJustAlways (ThirtySeven), thor/loki & valkyrie & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 4.9k wip His people could now fit into a single hall in a space ship, and so many of them were children. Too many young faces would grow up without Asgard even as a memory. Of Asgard’s great, famed warriors there was only he and the Valkyrie left. How many healers with Asgard’s secrets resided in this hall, broken? How many of the mighty sorcerers? He had never cared much for books and things metaphorical, but in that moment Thor was ready to weep for all the knowledge lost in Asgard’s great Library. ✦ gage by spookykingdomstarlight, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.8k “I don’t recognize the stars here,” Thor said after a pause so long Loki had thought he wouldn’t answer, would ignore him entirely. His voice seemed caught between rocks, spit out through sharp-edged pebbles that could only do what their nature told them to do. ✦ followed you down by homovikings, thor/loki & asgardians, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k It’s Asgard but it isn’t. ✦ Keep hoping, Keep fighting by will_thewisp, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.7k Because that’s what heroes do. Thor gives Loki that hug. Post-Ragnarok (so, SPOILERS). ✦ put out the flames by finalizer, thor/loki & avengers, ragnarok spoilers, 7.2k Thor has his doubts, but he takes Loki back to Earth. Somehow, it gets easier from there. ✦ Here and now by Chelidona (Hobbity), NSFW, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.9k Thor: Ragnarok spoilers! A missing scene for which I am sure there are already 100 fanfictions I will soon look for at the end of the movie, a scene that just begged to be expanded. ✦ two by homovikings, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k They move as one. ✦ better stop and rebuild all your ruins by ohliamylia, thor & loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k Thor and Loki regroup. Immediate post-movie tag. ✦ might as well be strangers (but oh, i don’t want to) by EllaYuki, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k as they make their way to commandeer a ship out of sakaar, loki and thor have a conversation in an elevator. (loki’s point of view during the elevator scene.) ✦ Bookie’s post-hug fic by thebookhunter, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 2.9k Thor has no intention to stop hugging. Fine by Loki. Like, really, *really* fine.
Free! the movie ~Timeless Medley~ Kizuna Endcard #1 Message (Thank you heyfuturefeesh for the image!)
“I stopped by the library to return some books, and found Haruka-senpai and Makoto-senpai happily taking a nap together. Makoto-senpai, you must be worn out studying for your exams. You’re doing great.
Anyone who has to moderate a forum or sub might be able to commiserate with this: So about 15 years ago, I ran a fan site devoted to a popular film trilogy - it was a fairly popular site, and we had a lot of content, from useful information relating to the books/movies, a huge image gallery, and fan fiction. And of course, we had a forum…
This film series tended to get a lot of fans on the younger side, and I made a conscious decision to have pretty strict rules about what was allowed on the forums - my site, paid for out of my pocket, so I get to set the rules. One of those rules was no racist, homophobic, or other hate speech allowed.
As you can guess, we’d sometimes get some obnoxious little twerps coming and posting vile things; most of the time, the IP information and/or email address would be a dead end, and the best we could do is block them, and hope they wouldn’t come back under another IP. Well, at one point, we had a pair of kids come along that really took the cake - they spammed a bunch of terrible racist things in the forums, along with some porn images and other nasty stuff.
When I looked up their IP info, for once I had hit the jackpot - the IP address led back to a middle school. So I gathered up all the information, including screenshots, IP addresses, date and time, and the usernames and email addresses associated with the two accounts, and sent it on to the school.
I heard back from the school a few days later - they had found the kids who had done the posting. They had apparently been using the library computer during lunchtime - which had a sign-in sheet, hence they were able to track them down. When confronted, the kids confessed. The school revoked their computer privileges for the rest of the term, contacted their parents, and actually made them write me an apology letter! I honestly thought nothing would ever come of it, so it was a nice surprise to actually have a resolution; I guess maybe I should feel a little bad about getting a couple of 12 year olds in so much trouble, but on the other hand…they were being little turds. Hopefully they learned some sort of lesson, even if it was to use a proxy in the future…
“I’m sorry, that book still hasn’t been returned to us yet.” The kind lady behind the desk spoke as she tapped away at her keys, “The gentlemen who has it is going to have a hefty fine when he decides to return it.”
“He’s gonna have more than a hefty fine.” You mumbled, tapping your fingers off the desk. “How long overdue is it?” You asked, peering over the desk at the screen hoping to catch a glimpse of the name of this mysterious gentlemen. The librarian pulled her screen away abruptly making you huff in defeat.
“I’m sorry Miss but that’s confidential information, you’ll have to wait until the book is returned or try another library.” She pulled her mouth into a tight line and began typing once again. You needed that book, it was the last one in the series and you were not prepared to pay a whole $25 on a book, not when there was a perfectly good one you could loan out for free. Slumping on the desk the librarian peered at you over her glasses, “Do you need anything else dear?” Yes I do I need that bloody book.
Pulling your head up you put on the best fake smile you could muster and glanced quickly at her name tag. “Susan,” You beamed, leaning ever slightly towards her “I just really need that book. You see, a poor art student like me doesn’t have a lot of money and libraries are where I can enjoy myself without having to pay and -”
“You should always donate some change to your local libraries dear, we have bills too you know.” Your smile dropped momentarily before you realised your face was betraying your annoyance. “Oh yes! I know that only too well Susan, see if you could just give me the details of the man who has the book I want, I could do you a favour and go and collect it.” Susan stared at you blankly, her fingers stilled over her keyboard. “I could be the libraries vigilante if you like.” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear nervously. “Like an avenger, only on a smaller scale.”
Susan began to shake her head as you clasped your hands together, “We don’t need -”
“No I know you don’t but see I need that book!” You snapped at her, you’d already tried the other libraries for it when you discovered last week that it was loaned out. Unfortunately for you so were all the other copies. You gave her your award winning puppy dog face before she switched the computer off and placed a sign on her desk saying ‘Out to lunch’. You frowned as you watched her collect her things and move to the room that was reserved for staff only.
It was completely empty in there, it was your local library that you frequented quite often but never really saw anyone else there. You weren’t stupid, you knew that being the closest library to the local college there was always students drifting in trying to look inconspicuous as they made their way to the first floor history section. Wandering around the place you realised that the place was actually empty, Susan was out back for her 45 minute break and no doubt there were students canoodling upstairs but…You were alone.
Heart racing with sweaty palms, you ran around to the other side of the desk and switched the computer on. All you needed was a name and an address and then you could hightail it out of there like nothing had happened.
“Okay, calm down, you’re not hacking S.H.I.E.L.D…” You mumbled as you were faced with a password entry system. Putting your head in your hands you glanced around the desk, there wasn’t much save for a photo of a man in a cap and gown and a bobble head of Thor. You snorted, flicking his head as you racked your brain for an idea. Pausing, you began to type.
Books. Password denied.
Avengers. Password denied.
One attempt left. You glanced at the nodding Thor and tried again, holding your breath you typed Thor.
“Black widow eat your heart out!” You muttered before typing the name of the book into the database. “Susan, we all have our vices.” It had been loaned out for quite a while, the man who currently possessed it has had it for 7 weeks. Who takes 7 weeks to read a book?! You thought while pulling up his details.
Grabbing a pen from a pot you quickly scribbled down his name and address on a piece of paper before switching the computer off again and hightailing it out of there.
It was a warm day so you decided to walk seeing as it was only a couple of blocks away from the library, you were running through the scenario of how the situation was going to go in your head when you realised that it wasn’t quite as far as you had thought. It was a small set of fancy apartments that was just down the road from the avengers tower, you remember the media saying that Tony Stark had built them but no one figured out what for.
You scanned the list of names next to buzzers until you found the one you were after, “Donald Blake you’re mine!” You whispered as you pushed the buzzer for the apartment above his.
“Hello?” A voice crackled through the intercom.
“Hi! I’m Donald’s girlfriend and I thought I’d surprise him,” You chirped, “he think’s I’m in California!” This better work.
“Oh how romantic! Do you want me to buzz you in?” The voice asked.
You let out a silent prayer to whatever God happened to be listening before replying in a sickly sweet voice, “Yes thank you that would be amazing!”
Moments later you heard the tell tale buzz of the door unlocking, you quickly rushed through the glass doors and into the lift, pushing the button for the 3rd floor. The end was in sight, you were so close to getting the book and if you were honest, the adrenaline from the whole thing was more fun now than actually getting the book. The doors opened as your stepped out and made your way to the only door, steeling yourself you took a deep breath in and knocked quickly.
Picking at the skin around your thumbs you stopped breathing when the door opened to reveal none other than Thor, God of thunder himself.
He looked bigger than you’d imagined. Not that you’d imagined him of course, but he seemed bigger than he did on TV. You swallowed quickly as your checked the name and address on the slip of paper.
You looked up at the confused God, “Hi, does uh, Donald Blake live here?” You asked quickly, glancing at the paper before showing the God the slip too.
His laughter was like a boom, deep and hearty his whole body shook as he stepped aside to let you in. He shut the door behind himself before he led you through to a sitting room.
“Loki!” He laughed, gesturing to a man reclining on a chaise in the window, book open in hand. He was handsome you’d give him that, not in the obvious way like Thor but handsome non the less for a guy who tried to take over New York.
Your eyes locked with his when you realised that Donald Blake probably wasn’t gonna be sharing an apartment with the two asgardian brothers. Loki’s eyes roamed over your form as you stood next to his brother, his gaze was calculating and judgemental but not as cold and icy as you’d thought it would be. There was more indifference really.
“Brother.” He replied eventually, his voice more silky than you’d expected it. His eye’s had gone back to his book once he’d examined you and Thor motioned for you to sit.
“No thank you,” You noticed the younger prince’s eyes snap over to watch the scene unfold. “I’ve actually come for Donald Blake.” Puffing your chest out you turned away from Thor’s amused smile to glare at the raven haired prince who was watching you with curiosity.
“I’m guessing Donald Blake is a fake name, I don’t care. All I know is that I didn’t hack into that stupid computer using your name,” You shoved a finger into Thor’s chest before pausing and smiling, “Susan loves you by the way, you’d make her day if you visited.” Turning back around to Loki you noticed he’d close his book and sat up, your nerves were getting the better of you now as he stood up to his full height.
He’s taller than I thought he’d be.
“Anyway, you’re overdue on a book I want so I’ve tracked you down so you can return it.” Placing your hands on your hips you nodded once, signalling that you were finished.
Loki’s mouth fell agape slightly before looking off to the side confused. Your confidence and bravado that had spurred you on had left, the adrenaline in your veins was replaced with fire as you felt yourself getting more embarrassed with each beat of silence.
Thor had taken to sitting on the couch that Loki was leaning on, a large smile plastered onto his distractingly attractive face. “You hacked into the libraries system?” Loki clarified.
You nodded. “Found our name and address?”
“Came here, let yourself in.”
“Knocked on our door and now you’re demanding a book back so that you may read it?”
I sound like a freakin’ psycho.
Thor looked between me and his brother who at that moment in time, had his head cocked to the left and was studying you very intently.
“How did you get into the building?” Thor laughed, taking a swig of whatever was in the bright rainbow coloured mug.
Oh god now I’m gonna sound insane, officially insane. You thought before clasping your hands behind your back, rocking on the balls of your feet. “There’s a very nice lady upstairs, and uh, I told her that I’d flew in from California to see my boyfriend, Donald.” Thor clasped Loki on the shoulder and stood up taking his rainbow mug and his chuckles with him down the corridor.
You panicked, how could the god of thunder leave you with the god who’d tried to take over your planet not even 5 years earlier? Movement caught your eye as you watched Loki move with every bit of elegance you’d expect from a prince over to a leaning pile of books in the corner.
He didn’t seem as bad as every said really, watching him move books from the top to the bottom before moving the pile all together to sift through another you began to wonder.
“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked quietly, his hands pausing for a moment before carrying on with their task. You left it there, you’d already made yourself look like a lunatic and didn’t want to annoy the trickster god anymore by asking him mundane questions.
He seemed to find what he was looking for and straightened up, walking over to where you were with three very purposeful strides. “Here,” He spoke softly, handing you the book you’d come for. You smiled and flicked through the pages out of habit. “It’s this series actually.”
Your smile dropped as you looked up to him, realising that he was answering your question after all. “I rather liked this series, of all the boring books earth has to offer these one’s are rather amusing I suppose.”
“If you like these one’s then any of the books written by Neil Gaiman would probably suit you,” You let out a breathy laugh as you tucked the book into your rucksack. “His stories are about norse gods actually, and how they -” You stopped as you realised you were babbling again, with a wave of your hand you glanced at the door. “You don’t care, why would you? I should get out of your hair, thanks for the book.” You turned to leave as Thor entered the room again.
Waving at him over Loki’s shoulder you turned back to the raven haired god, “Maybe I’ll see you at the library sometime,” You smiled at him as you pulled the door open, “bring money, Susan says you’ve a hefty fine waiting for you!” You laughed nervously before closing the door behind you.
Mind whirling from meeting two very handsome gods, you leaned against the wall as you waited for the elevator to arrive. “Book lady!” Your head whipped round to see Thor standing in the doorway to the apartment you’d just exited.
“Yeah?” You answered as you saw Loki glancing nervously between his brother and you, “What’s your name?” Thor boomed as the lift arrived with a ding.
You grinned, “Y/N.” Stepping into the lift you tried to ignore the quiet bickering that was going on between the two brothers. You pressed the button for the ground floor but it wasn’t moving, and the doors wouldn’t close either. Watching as Thor grinned at his brother while talking quietly you began to stroll back over to the pair.
“Not to sound imposing, but the elevator’s broke.” Loki glared hard at Thor once more before watching his brother walk away.
Loki’s mouth opened and then closed again, looking off the the side you followed his gaze but found nothing of interest.
“You ok Loki?” His head snapped back with wide eyes.
He cleared his throat and nodded, “Would you like to get coffee?” He asked quickly, glancing behind him at Thor who was grinning like a mad man.
Once again you felt yourself warm up as you nodded a bit too quickly, “I think I’d really like that.” Loki’s face relaxed as he grabbed a jacket from the coat stand and pulled the door shut. “You take every girl who tracks you down for books out for coffee?” You teased, taking the stairs with him.
He smirked as he held the glass entry door for you, “Only the ones called Y/N.”
Prompt: When Thor brings Loki to stay with the Avengers, the team decides to prove just how much the God of Mischief has changed by assigning you to earn his trust; but you end up earning more than that. NO RAGNAROK SPOILERS!
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A/N: Ok so I saw Thor Ragnarok when it first came out and I absolutely loved it. For some reason, I fell in love with Loki. Not gonna lie, I feel like Loki deserves redemption and the MCU is not giving him that at all (which is why I disliked him in previous movies). Before Ragnarok, I only liked Loki because he was funny and Tom Hiddleston is beautiful. So, yeah, with this new found love for Loki, I have decided to expand my characters by adding him to the list of people I will write of. Fair warning: this is not a good imagine at all.
“But why me?” You let out an exasperated whine, “He knows me the least.”
“It’s not just that.” Steve nodded, “You weren’t there when he tried taking over the world, so you’re the best candidate.”
“So what? I’m chosen just because he’s never tried to kill me directly before?”
“Basically. Plus, you’re a hot, young girl that Loki would totally mess with.” Tony added, making Natasha hit him over the back of his head and you roll your eyes. “I’m just saying that you have more assets than I do when it comes to gaining the God of Mischief’s trust.”
“Thanks, Tony.” You replied in a flat tone.
“Will you do it, Y/N? It’s the best way to see if he has changed and if we can actually trust him.” Steve said.
“If I’m our only hope, then sure, but, I swear, if Loki tries anything on me, Thor, you will no longer have a brother.”
“Get in line.” Clint laughed dryly.
“Yeah, you’ll have to wait your turn for that.” Bruce said.
“Hey, now, no one will be killing my brother. He has changed.” Thor said. When the mighty God of Thunder first approached the Avengers about his brother staying in the compound with them, they were all quick to say no. Thor then went into detail about Loki’s redeeming actions while his brother walked into the room. After putting away their drawn weapons, Tony locked Loki in one of the cells, so that the team could discuss the issue at hand. That’s when Tony, Natasha, and Steve came up with the brilliant idea of using you as bait. You, the newest Avenger that has never even formally met Loki before, were chosen as the person to draw him out. You would somehow gain his trust and learn whether or not he has truly changed. If he never trusted you, then he was the same Loki as years ago; if he trusted you, then he had changed.
With your decision made, the Avengers left their meeting room to the cells. You all stood before Loki as he beamed mischievously at the sight before him. Tony opened the cell up and allowed the God to step out.
“Alright, reindeer games, we’ve got some rules that you must comply to- if you are to stay here.” Tony stated.
“Ah, rules- don’t you just love them and the chaos they bring?” Loki replied and Steve scolded Natasha as she began to curl her fists.
“Look,” Steve said, stepping up, “You’re not allowed to leave the compound unless one of us agrees to go with you; you cannot create any chaos inside or outside of the compound; you’re not allowed anywhere near the ships or weaponry-”
“I get it. I’m under house arrest. I’ve been in trouble before.” He stated, “Now, where is my bedroom? I’d like to catch up on some sleep.”
“Follow me, brother.” Thor said, leading Loki up the stairs as everyone dismantled from their protective stances. You watched as the two brother headed up the spiral staircase and you caught how Loki peered over his shoulder at you. You were quick to turn your head and invest yourself in a conversation with Steve.
That night, Loki did not come downstairs for dinner. Thor offered to take him a plate, but you insisted on doing it- that way, you could introduce yourself properly to him. Thor, knowing your intentions well, allowed you to take his place in serving his brother. You stood outside of Loki’s room and knocked lightly on the door, holding his plate of food with the other hand.
“Come in.” Loki said dryly. You slowly opened the door to find him sitting on his bed with a disinterested look in his eyes.
“I brought you dinner.” You gestured to the plate of steak and potatoes.
“I’m not hungry.” He replied and you shook your head with a laugh.
“You haven’t eaten all day. Please, eat this. Sam makes the best steaks.” You held it out to him and placed the book in his hands on his lap, before taking the plate.
“Yeah, Sam, he’s the Falcon. He’s super cool and there are no steaks that compare to his- well, actually there’s a really nice restaurant in Upper Manhattan that has the best steaks. Sam’s are still amazing.”
“I’m dying to try it.” Loki replied sarcastically as he poked it with his fork.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, holding a hand out to him.
“Loki, but you already knew that.” He shook your hand almost timidly. He felt that there was something off about you- why were you so kind compared to the others? He expected Thor to be the only one to treat him as a normal person- not some random Midgardian that he’s never met.
“What book are you reading?”
“Excuse me?” Loki asked and you nodded toward the stray book on his bed. “It’s just a story my mother used to tell me. It’s a part of Norse mythology, as you humans call it.”
“It sounds interesting. I’ve always enjoyed learning about mythology.” You said, genuinely.
“Well, as good of a book it is, it does get boring after a while. I should have brought more books with me.”
“You know, Loki, we’ve got a library.”
“A library?” Loki asked, his whole stance perking up at the word.
“Yeah, I’d offer to show you it tonight, but I’ve got dishes to do. I’ll show it to you tomorrow.” You paused and then nodded, “I’ll see you later then. Good night, Loki.”
“Good night, YN.” Loki replied as you quickly retreated from his room. He looked at the plate in his hands and set it on his bedside table. He picked up his book and began to read it once more. He couldn’t help but think about you and how you were so intriguing to him. As much as he’d appreciate you showing him the library tomorrow, Loki got up and made it his mission to find the library on his own.
The next day, you went to find Loki in his room, but found that it was empty. You then decided that the library would be the next best place to look, knowing that he had shown a level of interest in it. You found him as expected; he was comfortably lounging in a chair with his nose stuck in a different book.
“I see you found Steve’s Shakespeare.” You said with a short laugh. Loki jumped, startled at your sudden presence. He lowered the book and looked over at you as you stood in between two shelves.
“It is quite entertaining to read.” He replied, glancing down at Macbeth in his hands.
“I know. It’s one of my favorite Shakespeare plays.” You nodded.
“If you’ll forgive me, I’d like to continue it.”
“I’ll be quiet, but I want to do some reading of my own.” You replied. You searched in the shelves for a book as Loki continued his reading.
This happened once everyday for the next two weeks. You would enter the library to read in peace, and Loki would already be sitting at a chair by the fire with a different book in his hand than the day before. You would both make small talk for a few minutes when you arrived. You felt, over this time period, that your feelings for the God were growing, and growing romantic. You also felt that there had been no progress on your part- Loki still treated you as if you were just another Avenger, as if you were on the same level as his brother for trust.
“Just give it some more time.” Natasha told you as you complained to her in her room.
“Time won’t do anything, Nat. Nothing is working. We just sit in a library and read as communication.” You let out an exasperated sigh and she shrugged. You watched as she focused on painting her toenails a light shade of purple almost more than she focused on your complaints.
“At least he bears being in the same room as you. He makes every meal incredibly awkward.” She replied. You remembered back to just this morning- Loki was silent, like he always was, and, as soon as he finished eating, he left the room. His presence filled the entire room with tension.
“That’s one thing, though.” You huffed.
“Aren’t you usually reading by now?” Natasha asked, peering at the clock on her wall.
“I’m quitting this mission. It’s stupid and it’s pointless. The guy has been here for two weeks and he’s done nothing. Isn’t that reason enough to trust him?”
“Look who you’re talking to and think who you’re talking about- guess again.” Natasha laughed. She had been on so many missions where she was undercovers for weeks, and Loki most likely had no problem with committing to fooling someone for long periods of time.
“That doesn’t matter. What I mean to say is this whole idea is corrupt and I’m done with it.”
“Corrupt? As in it isn’t good on Loki?”
“That’s not what I-”
“Ohhhh,” Natasha let out sinister laugh followed by a knowing smirk, “You like him, don’t you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” You tried to defend yourself.
“Sweetheart, you can lie to yourself and to him all you want, but you cannot lie to me. You are totally into him!”
“Fine, so what if I am? Why are you so happy about it?” You asked, referring to her blatant hatred of him.
“I don’t agree with you, but I think you liking him is cute. Maybe you could end up changing him.” She shrugged hopefully, “Plus, if he hurts you, it gives me even more motivation to kill him.”
“Like you need anymore of that.” You said, making her chuckle.
“Fine, if you’re giving up this mission, then you can go make me a sandwich. I’m starving.” Natasha said and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.
“Turkey or ham?” You asked as you headed towards her bedroom door.
“Turkey please!” She called from her spot.
You left her room and went straight to the kitchen to make up her snack. You finished her sandwich and then decided to make one for yourself. Just as you were about to top off your own with the final piece of bread, you heard a voice, announcing the presence of someone else in the room.
“Could you make me one too, please?” It was Loki and the sincerity in his voice was something almost unusual. He seemed quieter and mellower in his demeanor today.
“Would you like turkey or ham?” You asked as he stepped into the kitchen completely and began to watch you work.
“Either will be fine.” He said, “You didn’t come to the library today.”
“Oh, you noticed that.” You stated, awkwardly fumbling with the sliced meat before you.
“Why, yes, I did.” Loki stated, taking a cautious step towards you, “I do notice when the one person who does not alienate me leaves me alone.” You turned to him to see him being completely genuine- his soft eyes telling you everything. He looked away and took the sandwich from your hands, “Pardon my directness.” He left the room with the sandwich and without another word.
You sighed at his retreating figure. Maybe you shouldn’t quit- at least not yet. He had shown some feeling in that moment; he had shown that he cared about you. You wouldn’t jump to saying he thought of you in a romantic way like you thought of him, but you could conclude that he felt connected to you.
You took the last two sandwiches to Natasha’s room. You dared not speak of the recent events to her. She munched happily on her sandwich as you two watched reality shows and as he toes dried.
The next day was completely lovely. The sky was blue and the leaves were in the middle of changing colors. You absolutely loved it and you figured Loli would too. You quietly entered the library and saw him exactly where you had planned to: sitting in that same arm chair with yet another book.
“Loki,” You said, making your presence known to him. He peered over his book at you and offered a smile, “I was wondering if you’d like to go outside- since, you know, you’ve kind of lived in this room for the past couple of weeks.”
“Outside? You would accompany me outside?” He asked, completely thrown off by your question.
“Yes. It’s a beautiful day. I was going to visit the park and I thought that you might like to join me.” You explained yourself.
“I would like that.” Loki said. He set the book on the table and stood up. Using his magic, he changed his clothes from Asgardian wear to Midgardian casual attire. You smiled at him, admiring his change.
You took Loki to the nearest park, much to the dismay of some of your fellow teammates. Thor offered to tag along, but Natasha quickly shut that down. Thor was far too recognizable and anyone could recognize Loki if they had seen his brother. You were pleased about introducing Loki to feeding the ducks with the few pieces of bread that you had smuggled from the compound. From what you could tell, he enjoyed it. It was the simplest thing, yet it displayed Loki’s humaneness in such a strong way. He never really stopped genuinely smiling while at the park and all of it was because of you.
Loki was pacing around in his room the next day, rehearsing how he should ask you out. He wanted to take you to that restaurant that served the steak you loved, but he didn’t know how Midgardian dating worked.
“Brother!” Thor greeted, walking into Loki’s room unannounced and startling him.
“Thor, have you forgotten how to knock?” He asked with a sigh.
“I heard you pacing. Is anything on your mind?”
“Why would anything be on my mind? I’m fine.” His reply was defensive as he attempted to conceal his emotions. As the God of Mischief, he is normally much better at it, but his feelings for you had grown too great for him to easily cope with.
“Does this have anything to do with Lady Y/N?” Thor inquired.
“What are you on about, brother? This has nothing to do with her. Nothing is wrong.” Loki stated.
“Whatever you say, I shall believe, but I do think you should ask her sooner than later. Unlike us, Lady Y/N does not have thousands of years.” He spoke with a calm smile.
“Is that all?”
“Well, I was originally sent to ask if you were joining us for dinner, so will you?”
“It depends if I am hungry or not. You can leave now, Thor.” Loki said and his brother exited with his hands up in surrender. Loki looked at himself in the mirror and cast an illusion so that he was in casual clothing for the second day in a row. He left his room and headed straight to yours. As he was about to knock, he realized your door was cracked open and that you were speaking to someone in your room.
“I’m actually glad I didn’t quit.”
“I’m glad you didn’t, too.” Natasha said, “It seems to be working.”
“I learned from the best.” You laughed, referring to your best friend before you.
“Do you think he’s changed?”
“I think Loki has.” He froze hearing you mention his name. His heart hammered in his chest, “He seems kinder and gentler. I still feel bad though. A part of me wishes I gave up, but a part of me is proud that I’m going through with this mission.”
‘Mission?’ Loki thought. He felt a stinging pain build up in his heart. No, it couldn’t be. He was the God of Mischief. There was no way you, a mere Midgardian, could have tricked him- and there was no way you could have tricked him into falling in love with you.
“Going undercover is hard, but you have done it well, even if your target was the God of Mischief.” Natasha replied proudly. Loki heard you two come closer to the door, but he wasn’t quick enough to move. His feet were planted in that moment- replaying your words in his head. As you opened the door to reveal him, he used his magic to transform him back to his Asgardian self.
“Loki-“ you started. Natasha looked at you with concern, knowing fully well that he had heard the two of you.
“Don’t.” Loki spoke with a firm shake of his head. The smile that you had grown fond of over the past few weeks was completely gone. “Congratulations, you succeeded in fooling the God of Mischief.” He sarcastically raised his hands and did a partial bow for you, before he left without another word.
You watched his retreating figure in pain. You had never wanted to hurt him- that was never the plan, but, yet again, falling in love with the trickster was never a part of the plan either. You started to walk in the direction of his room when Natasha caught your hand.
“Y/N,” she sighed, “Leave him be for a bit. C’mon, we should tell the others.” Agreeing with her, you quietly followed her down the hall to the lab, opposite of Loki’s direction.
“Well, this is-“ Tony started after taking a deep breath, but was cut off by Steve.
“Bad. This is bad.” He stated. You could feel all of their eyes watching you, as you kept your eyes focused on the ground beneath you. “Thor, what do you suggest we do?”
“I do not know.” The God replied, “I have never seen my brother act the way he was with Y/N before. He showed a whole different level of respect and compassion for her-“
“Could it be that he was playing her as well?” Clint asked.
“No.” Thor shook his head, “Loki is mischievous and he is great at pretending, but not like this. I have never seen him so vulnerable.”
“You think he actually loves her?”
“I don’t know if I would call it love quite yet, but I do believe it could have become that.”
“Should I talk to him?” You asked quietly. Guilt and pain was all you could feel. Loki was upset with you, and, now, Thor believed you to have broken his heart.
“Maybe I shall speak with him first, Lady Y/N.” Thor said. “I know my brother best and I fear he is too unpredictable at the moment.”
“Very well then. Thor, go see him.” Natasha stated and he nodded. The room was silent as all of you watched Thor leave the room.
Thor entered Loki’s room to find his brother casually sitting on his bed, a book in his hand. Loki lowered the book and looked at the other God. He answered, “Yes?”
“Do you love her?” Thor asked.
“That mortal? Please.” Loki said, rolling his eyes lightly.
“Loki, drop this act. Do you love her?” He asked again. Thor stepped into the room and a bright gold burst came from the room as Loki’s magic disappeared. The seemingly normal bedroom was an illusion and shifted into the remains of a bedroom. The bed was torn apart with the mattress falling into the wall; the opposite wall had a few fist holes in it; and the bedside table was smashed, bits of it splattered around the room. Loki sat in the far corner and lifted his head from hands.
“See for yourself, brother.” Loki said, slowly looking up at the other God. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess from his recent angry motions.
“Loki-“ Thor was speechless. He had never seen his brother so broken and hurt. The last time Thor walked in on Loki in a state like this was when their mother died; and, now, Loki was broken once more.
“Surprised? This is what one look like when they are upset.” He stated.
“This is far more than upset.”
“It’s against my nature to call myself heartbroken.”
“Y/N would like to speak with you.”
“And I would not like to speak with her, or anyone for that matter, so, brother, you may leave now.”
“I will not leave you here to swallow yourself into a hole of despair.” Thor said as Loki stood.
“Despair? How would you feel if the mortal you loved betrayed you? How would you feel if you loved her and she had been lying to you this whole time?” His voice raised in anger.
“You have it all wrong, brother. Y/N has not betrayed you.”
“Leave! You know nothing of her lies!” He stepped towards his brother and Thor straightened up to his full height, preparing for any violence that may come.
“Loki,” You spoke from the doorway. Both Gods turned to you in surprise and Loki’s heavy breathing seemed to calm.
“Lady Y/N-” Thor started.
“I’d like to speak to Loki alone.” You said. The blond looked between the two of you and then left the room without another word.
“I do not wish to speak to you right now.” Loki turned his back to you and you took in his destroyed room. You sighed softly and stepped towards him.
“Please, allow me to explain myself.”
“I don’t need any further explanation. I understand your actions- you don’t trust me, none of you do.” He stated with a firm shake of his head, making you stop in your tracks.
“Loki, I can’t speak for the others, but I trust you. What I did was wrong, but I was doing what was best for the team. They wanted me to earn your trust-”
“Well, you earned more than that. Congratulations.” He said.
“If it is love that you’re speaking of, then I feel it too.” You replied and he slowly turned to you.
“Pardon me?” Loki questioned and you continued your walk to him until you were directly in front of the God.
“I love you, Loki, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel betrayed. It was never my intentions.”
“Is this the truth?” He asked and you delicately took his hands in yours. You nodded, causing a grin to form on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly. He pulled away and whispered to you, “Good. I love you too, and it frightens me.”
Not to be a bother, but I was wondering what kind of software you use to record your screen during digital speedpaintings? I'm trying to find a good program for recording and editing, so f you have any recommendations that would be awesome? Thanks!
I use Quicktime to record my digital speed paintings I highly recommend it if you have a mac! My editing softwares are iMovie or Premiere Pro
Superstition is a brand new supernatural show on Syfy. Though it doesn’t premier until this coming Friday, you can already watch the pilot on youtube. I’m glad Syfy decided to release the pilot early because I haven’t seen much promotion for the show. That’s rather disappointing considering Mario Van Peebles is the producer of the show and the main characters are a black family.
Synopsis: Calvin Hastings returns home to reconnect with his family, but the reunion is cut short by a string of killings instigated by a supernatural villain only Calvin & his family can take down.
I just finished watching the pilot, and I’m definitely going to continue watching the show. Here’s my review of the pilot and a few thoughts.
After a tragic event in his past, Calvin Hastings ran away and joined the military. Now he’s come home from Afghanistan to reconnect from the family he abandoned.
And boy does he have an interesting family. Hunters of Infernals, his family lives in a beautiful mansion that is also a funeral home and center for their battle against evil.
Calvin’s father, Issac, is the dynamic patriarch that appears to have a very intriguing past. This is hinted at during the investigation of an ancient coin and a cryptic comment by Calvin.
His mother, Bea Hastings, isn’t focused on in great detail, but she does seem able to cast spells to help in the hunting of Infernals. She relies on Nubian magic to track down the new evil in town, which I found really cool. It’s neat to introduce other cultural backgrounds to the supernatural world.
Tilly is the town medical examiner who works out of the funeral home and assists in the battle against the supernatural. We don’t learn much about her, but I really liked the library/study she works out of when trying to track down info on the Big Bad.
May Westbrook is the local sheriff and has a daughter, Garvey. She knows about the supernatural occurrences in town and works with the Hastings. It becomes pretty clear that she also has a past with Calvin.
It’s clear that Calvin isn’t at peace with his past, himself, or his family, but he does make an effort to rectify all these things throughout the episode. His relationship with his father is complex, but it’s clear how much they love each other.
The show takes place in Georgia, and the small Southern town feel is perfect. It captures the beauty and mystery of the deep South, and uses it to great effect. The show is dripping in atmosphere, which I loved.
This is a SyFy show so the SFX are meh. That doesn’t detract from the overall show though.
The ending to the pilot is a bit of a shocker, and I’m anxious to find out what happens next. The Infernal the Hastings is up against is truly frightening. He doesn’t appear to be a one off bad guy, and his actions look like they’ll have a long lasting effect on the show.