Omg, so I was at the convenience store minding my own business when some random dude showed up and talked about Kylo Ren with the cashier, I overheard the conversation and I was like, omg, they like Reylo too and I tried to sneak my way in, both of them saw me and asked me if I liked Reylo.
I felt like I had no choice but to give in and asked them if there was a problem, they replied, “We were talking about Star Wars ships, omg, are you a big Reylo shipper too?” Suddenly, as they dropped their guards, my muscles started to bulge, tearing apart my shirt, I unleashed a flurry of over one hundred punches which targetted both of the fans’ pressure points.
I shouted “HOKUTO HYAKURETSU KEN!” (Hundred crack fists of the North Star) to give the audience an idea of what technique I had used.
The Reylo shippers chuckled and told me that it didn’t hurt, but little did they know that it was the legendary martial arts style of Hokuto Shinken that has been passed down for over 2000 years and that I was its rightful successor. I turned my back on them and contently replied, “Omae wa mou Shinderu.”
In total ju wa-shock and disbelief, they replied “NANI?” as their heads started to swell up and explode. People were impressed by my martial arts style and shook my hand as I went back home to enjoy my mac and cheese.
No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).
This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation.
Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…
I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”
and that one time she finally did
His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.
#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled
“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”
#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about
“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”
#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound
“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.
and when we learned how deep that wound went
“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him
#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’
“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”
#6 When he cried…
“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.
But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared
-A Court of Thornes and Roses
#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him
“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”
#8 When he put her happiness above his own
“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”
#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her
“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“
#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre
“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”
You had never been more excited to get out of dance practice. Yugyeom had been making fun of you the entire time because you were so out of it. You were trying to hide that from Jane because you were slightly messing up. “Shut up,” you pushed Yugyeom with a laugh, “Some of us are trying to focus.”
Request: can u do a peter parker/spider man imagine where the reader is a nerdy girl whos nose is always in a book and one day shes talking with her friends about spiderman and they run into each other or smth and the cute books falling thing happens and peter does everything he can to flirt with her and ask her out
No spoilers (i don’t think there are spoilers)
AN: I don’t think I proof read this very well
The bell rang to signal the next class. Everyone in Y/N’s class stood up and rushed to the hallways, but Y/N got up slowly, too focused with the book in her hands. She picked up the rest of her books that were on her desk, holding them against her hip and headed towards the door. She finished the page she was on before focusing on the hurdle of bodies in the hallway.
Y/N reached her locker, her friend already standing there waiting for her. “Hey Y/N. How was history?” Michelle asked. Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “Same as usual, I guess. I finished my work early so I had time to get farther in my book.” Michelle chuckled, making Y/N give her a questionable look.
“Which one?” Her friend questioned, pointing to the set of books in Y/N’s arms.
She smiled, wiggling one of the books in her hand, with a smile on her face. She then went on and gave her a non spoiler review of the book, in case she wanted to read it. Y/N opened her locker to place her history textbook inside. “So,” Michelle started, “have you seen that video of Spider-Man on YouTube?”
Y/N raised a brow while she grabbed a few notebooks and a couple more books to carry and read through out the day, “Well, I don’t know which one you’re talking about but, I probably have.” She scoffed at herself, slamming her locker shut and moving to walk to lunch.
“Of course you have. Because you can’t have a crush on someone and NOT stalk them,even if nobody knows what they look like.” Michelle said sarcastically, watching the people in front of her bolt to their next class. Y/N lightly shoved her friend, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
Michelle stopped a few steps in front of her, “What?” She asked bluntly. The number of people in the hallway faded out, but the pair took their time to get to lunch.
“I,I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man.” Y/N scoffed trying to defend herself. Michelle rolled her eyes, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him. He’s the only guy I ever hear you talk about, besides Pe-he who shall not be named.“she corrected herself, remembering their code name, "You’re crazy about him.”
Y/N sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But how could I not like him?” She muttered biting her lip. “I’m gathering that this is no longer about Queens’ web slinger?” Michelle questioned. Y/N looked down, nodding her head.
Y/N’s friend sighed, “If it makes you feel better, I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”
Y/N crinkled her nose in disbelief, “Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Maybe there was something on my face or my clothes looked odd to him. She didn’t want to get her hopes up. Michelle nodded her head, “But he was staring for a really long time. Besides I don’t think he likes her anymore though. ”
Before the conversation could continue, the two rounded a corner but, Y/N was met with the back of Peter Parker. “What are you-Oh shit,” He said as he turned around to see all of her books fall.
“I am so sorry, my friend kind of bumped into me.” He apologized emphasizing the second half of the sentence while glaring at Ned, moving to the ground to grab her books. “Oh hey guys,” Peter’s best friend Ned said to the two girls, giving them a quick wave.
“I’m gonna meet you at lunch. See ya later Y/N,” Michelle states walking away as the bell rang,“You too Peter.” She said giving him a mock solute. Unbeknownst to Y/N and Peter, Michelle gave Ned a look, silently telling him to come with her. He scratched the back of his head, “I’ll just head off with Michelle.”
Y/N moved down to the floor with Peter, to pick up her books. “I’m sorry, I’m just so clumsy.” She said, shaking her head and laughing at herself. Y/N avoided eye contact at all cost, a blush appearing on her cheeks. Peter looked up at her, pausing his actions.
“It’s cute.” Peter said boldly, shocking himself. Peter had a couple of her books in his hand while she had the others. “You have a really good taste in books.” He said, standing up from the floor and then grabbing her arm to help her up after him.
“Thanks,” Y/N said, a small smile on her face. Peter still hasn’t let go of her arm and when she looked at his hand, he immediately pulled it away. He cleared his throat, before speaking to the girl.
“M-Maybe you can give me some book suggestions sometime.” He stuttered out. She stood there with wide eyes shocked, was he trying to ask her out.
“Or, maybe not. Maybe you don’t want to talk to me. I’ll just, ummm, I’ll leave.” He cursed himself, turning around to walk away. “Wait, Peter.” Y/N grabbed his arm and he spun around.
“I do have a couple books in mind.” Y/N said with a side smile. Peter smiled widely at the girl, handing her books back to her.
Peter’s point of view
“How did that robbery go last night?” Ned asked Peter as the two walked to Peter’s locker. The two boys had lunch next period and Peter didn’t want to carry anymore heavy textbooks in his backpack anymore (despite having super strength). “It was awesome. I beat their asses.” Peter said enthusiastically, but got quiet when he realized that they were still in school.
Peter and Ned were just about to round a corner when they heard two other people talking in the hall. Michelle and Y/N talking about Spider-Man. Peter was about to walk when Ned pulled him back, “Dude what the heck?” Peter said, looking at Ned like he was crazy.
“Hear me out, we might be able to eavesdrop on them. See how much she likes Spider-Man.”
Peter gave his best friend a look, debating whether or not this was a good idea. He pressed his back against the wall, “Only because I trust you Ned.”
The two heard a voice say offended, “I-I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man,”
Peter looked at his friend with hunched shoulders, “What did I tell you?” He whispered. Ned was about to say something when they heard their friend Michelle start to speak, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him-”
Peter turned to his friend shocked. Ned only smirked, “Maybe this was a good idea, she has the hots for Spider-Man dude.” They focused back onto the conversation the two girls were having, but they heard the subject change. “ I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”
Peter stood there, shocked yet again, “Oh, no, oh lord.” He said, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Weren’t you staring at her at the meet- ohhhhhhh,” Ned concluded, realizing they were now talking about Peter.
“Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Y/N stated, kind of surprised at her friends statement.
“Dude, I think she likes you."Ned whispered. Peter glanced at his friend, thinking about how unreal it would be if she liked him. "And I’m sorry bro.” Ned finished.
Peter moved a step away from the wall, tilting his head, confused at his friend’s statement. “What are you-Oh shit.” He started but couldn’t end the question due to Ned shoving him backwards towards the girl he liked.
A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline. In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do…as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!! One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing. While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one. I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all. I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon. And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!
It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook. Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close. And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.
Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few. You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different. Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words. Just different.
Pairing: jungkook x reader x jimin Genre: sports au, hockey player jungkook & jimin, smut, comedy?, slight angst, fluff too :’) Warnings: thigh riding, sexting, phone sex, pillow riding Word Count: 18k Summary:
There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny: 1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!
A/N: i wanted this to be a oneshot but i kept adding and adding more :( … anyway… enjoy part 1!!
My first Tumblrfic! A one-shot little thing that just would not get out of my head, so I had to write it down. The unexpected survival of someone important from Thor and Loki’s past prompts hilarity and romance.
Warnings: at least ten times the amount of recommended daily sugary fluff, Loki being rather excessively redeemed, Thor being an adorable doof, mangled old Norse stuff, spoilers for Thor: Ragnarok.
Earth it is, then.
Such simple words. His first real
proclamation as king. It seemed simple. Point enormous ship towards Midgard and
go there. But, like most things in Thor’s life of late, the reality turned out
to be anything but straightforward.
Spaceships were very complicated
things. They needed fuel and maintenance and all sorts of other things to keep
them running. This one – the newly renamed Asgard
– apparently ran on a certain type of exotic matter particular to one of the
rarer types of compact star, which was probably why it had been sitting in the
Grandmaster’s hangar on Sakaar rather than being actively used. It was a minor
miracle – although Loki insisted it had more to do with his outstanding
piloting skills – that the thing had managed to limp through the portal in the
It was also low on general
supplies, like food and potable water, although on the plus side was extremely
lavishly furnished with what turned out to be quite a lot of potentially valuable
goods. The mineral ore in the aft hold was also apparently quite prized, or at
least the trader Loki spoke to was convinced that it was. Thor decided not to
ask for the details of the transaction when his brother had returned with a
certain smug edge to his triumphant grin.
‘Why do we need these…hydrosonic
'Hydroponics,’ the Valkyrie, whose name he had finally discovered was
Brunhilde, repeated with a roll of her eyes. 'I told you, to grow food. We can’t trade anywhere near
enough to keep everyone fed and it is going to take a long while to get to Midgard.’
'But couldn’t we have traded for
more food and less-’ Thor paused to peer at the unfamiliar term on the
dataslate ’-nutrient fluid?’
'Yes, but the technology will be
more efficient in the long run,’ Loki pointed out. 'The difference between
hunting and farming.’
'At least the water filtration
systems seem to work.’ Thor scratched at his chin for a moment. 'Do we have a
full head count yet, Heimdall?’
'Six hundred and eighteen,’ the
former gatekeeper replied solemnly.
'That’s all?’ Thor tried not to
sound too appalled, without much success. Asgard had housed over two hundred
thousand people under Odin’s rule. Still, between Hela and Surtr it was remarkable
that they had managed to save that many.
'We’ve little idea of who
survived,’ Heimdall added. 'I’ve spoken to a few, guildsmen and artisans
'Who invited him?’ Thor asked.
'This is a council meeting, isn’t it?’
'Nobody invited him,’ Loki said.
'He just showed up.’
'We need to get a proper
understanding of who we have on board,’ Brunhilde said, loudly enough that they
all looked at her and even the Hulk subsided. 'And someone ought to be
coordinating berths, and work assignments. Korg and the other scrappers are
doing their best but we need-’
'A seneschal,’ Heimdall finished.
'The last seneschal of Asgard
was-’ grimacing, Thor glanced at Loki in time to see his brother’s face fall ’-our
'Historically speaking the role
of seneschal is separate to the duties of the royal family,’ Heimdall pointed
out. 'But yes, Lady Frigga did adopt it in addition to her obligations as
'Thor no have queen,’ the Hulk
said with a broad grin. 'He bad at girls.’
'That’s-’ Thor tried not to get
too indignant at that pronouncement ’-that is not true, I just never – I am not
bad at girls. With women. Shut up.’ He sat back and folded his arms, pointedly
ignoring Loki’s snicker and Brunhilde’s barely-suppressed chuckles.
'I actually had someone in mind,’
Heimdall said, thankfully putting a stop to any further needling on that front.
'For seneschal,’ he added, only a little hastily, but ignored the Hulk’s snort
of amusement at the clarification.
'Oh thank god,’ Thor said with
feeling. 'Please call them up.’
'As you wish.’
Discussion turned to other
matters in the meantime – Thor had to admit he was rather glad that Loki had so
peremptorily taken charge of the need for trading with outside factors, for
once putting his gilded tongue to some proper use – until a light knock at the
door heralded the arrival of whoever Heimdall’s candidate was. Thor called for
the visitor to come in and then felt himself break out into a broad grin of
unmitigated delight at the diminutive, dark-haired figure that entered.
She inclined her head in a half
’Pah.’ Springing to his feet, Thor rounded the table in two quick
strides. 'You only called me that when my father was in the room. And even
She laughed and permitted him to
pull her into a hug.
'Thor, it’s so good to see you
again. Great Norns, who cut your
'Oh, a creepy old man on an alien
'It's…different. And crooked-’ one hand actually came up to
tug at the side of his shorn locks ’-we must find some shears and at least even
'No, no-’ Thor hurriedly batted
her away ’-no more needs to come off. It’s fine. Really.’
'You’re lopsided! And oh…’ she stroked the skin beside his eyepatch '…your
'You want to make a hairdresser
the seneschal?’ Brunhilde exclaimed to Heimdall.
'I’m hardly a hairdresser,’ Y/N
'Then who are you?’
'Peace!’ Thor grinned at them
both. 'This is Y/N Sjöfnsdottir – her mother was a nurse of sorts to us when we
were boys, we used to play together as children-’
'Until her many talents led her elsewhere,’
Loki finished, standing up to move to his side with a smile that was small and
brief enough to give it away as genuine. 'Hello, Y/N.’
'Loki!’ For a moment she stared
at him with an unreadable expression. Then she reached out to very carefully prod
his chest, clearly expecting him to dissolve into thin air and actually gasping
when he didn’t. 'You’re – you’re actually here?’
'Very m-’ he didn’t get any
further before she hugged him, too, although it was a much briefer contact and
she turned back to Thor rather quickly after letting go.
'So, what does my king require of
He laughed outright at her.
'Your help, as always!’
The Hulk decided to choose that
moment to once more announce that he was bored, so after the briefest of amused
introductions Brunhilde decided to take him down to the cargo bay, rolling her
eyes at Loki’s half-pleading, half-chastising reminder not to damage the trio
of extremely valuable power convertors sitting there.
'Not quite a typical successor to
the Allfather’s council but at least it’s a bit different,’ Y/N said laughingly
to Thor. 'I take it you want to drag me into this to help as chamberlain in
some way, since there seems to be a marked lack of organisational ability in
'You’ve already been invaluable
in overseeing the distribution of supplies and the wellbeing of the refugees,’
Heimdall said to her, with a meaningful glance at Thor. 'You’ve a knack for the
'You’re too kind, Lord Heimdall.’
'He’s right, though.’ Thor folded
his arms and inclined his head. 'I’d like to appoint you my seneschal, Y/N. The
position hasn’t really been in use of late but…well, you’ll be perfect for the
'And if I refuse?’ she asked, but
the amused expression on her face said that she wouldn’t do any such thing, and
they both knew it.
'I shall be very sad,’ Thor said,
beaming at her. 'I’ll moan, and pout, and possibly throw a rage. And then I’ll
make Loki do it, instead.’
'Oh, wonderful,’ Loki muttered.
'Dear Norns, there’s a threat and
a half. I’d better accept, then.’ Her eyes danced. 'Although I should warn you
now that rations are extremely lean which isn’t helping the already extremely
low morale of our refuges, so-’
'We’ve already secured some additional
supplies, as well as the means to set up food production on board the ship,’
Loki put in.
'What sort of quantities?’
'More ample than if someone else
had handled the negotiations.’
Y/N rolled her eyes.
'Naturally. I don’t suppose you
bothered putting anything onto the system?’
'The what?’ all three men asked
at the same time, provoking an exasperated sigh.
'The ship has an integrated
network operations and database system run on the hardwired consoles as well as
these-’ she brandished a slim, palm-sized screen at them ’-so perhaps we could
consider using it?’
Thor broke into another grin that
was as relieved as it was grateful.
'Do you see why we need you?’
Ten minutes later, en route down
to the enormous main cargo deck, Loki found himself in one of his rarest
conditions; lost for what to say.
Y/N was alive.
The idea, the reality, overrode
all attempts at cohesive thought. The last time he’d seen her…it had been years ago, before Thor’s confirmation
and all that came after. When he’d returned to Asgard in chains, Frigga had
said Y/N asked to see him but had been denied by Odin. Of course. Later, after
he'd…acquired the throne, he’d wanted to send for her, desperately, but couldn’t risk exposing himself by doing so.
Knowing that she’d survived, against all odds, and was here…
'Oh, this is good. Depending on
the rationing, of course, and we need a proper census to confirm numbers and
The detached, businesslike tone
was painful to hear. She’d once had nothing but smiles, even for him, laughing
at his tricks, defending his wayward nature. Memories surfaced unbidden –
sunlit corridors and running feet, his own chuckles and the sweet melody of her
'…spoken to but I recall there
were several greensmen from the lower terraces and at least half a dozen
She paused and glanced back at
him, the animation draining steadily from her face.
'You’re angry with me,’ he said,
somehow managing to keep his voice level.
Cocking her head, she folded her
hands over the data slate and turned to regard him properly.
'I’m not angry with you.’
'No. I suppose not.’ Loki managed
a small, grim smile, and glanced down at his boots. 'Let me guess,
you're…livid, enraged, furious, perhaps all three?’
'What?’ That made him look up at
'We all thought you were dead, Loki.’ Y/N’s voice sounded taut as
a bowstring, ready to snap but barely controlled. 'After the Bifrost – after
Midgard – after everything – I’m not
angry with you. I just can’t believe
you would let us all think-’ pausing, she sniffed and seemed to collect herself
after a moment. 'I tried to see you, before.’
'I begged Odin, but he refused
and your mother – your mother said it was best I didn’t. Later I…left.’
'The city. I went north into the
He blinked, confused.
'Why would I not?’ she replied,
and wiped at her eyes as if impatient with herself. 'My family were all gone by
then, and your mother – and then Thor
was gone, and you were dead.’
Stopping, she took a short breath. 'I was living in one of the old fortresses
up in the mountains when Heimdall found me, on the run, and then there was
Hela, and the refugees started arriving…’
'I’m sorry,’ Loki blurted, and
had to drop his eyes when she looked askance at him. He closed the distance
between them and put his hands over hers. 'I never…I never meant to hurt you.
Not like that, not – not at all. I’m sorry.’
Y/N sighed and met his gaze when
he raised it.
'Everything and…you’re sorry.’
'Yes.’ He risked a small grin.
'Well, not entirely sorry…I mean, if
you hadn’t left the city and been in the mountains when Hela arrived then you
might not be here, and alive. And that I would not change for anything.’
She stared at him for a long
moment and turned, pulling away and lifting a hand to cover her mouth. For a
moment Loki panicked, but then she whirled back and he felt his shoulders sag
in relief as she threw her arms about him, laughing and crying all at once.
'Oh, I have missed you, you – you – scoundrel!’
He hugged her back, taking the
opportunity to bury his nose in her braided hair, and felt an irresistible grin
of pure delight split his face as he did.
'I’ve missed you, too.’
The embrace still didn’t go on as
long as he would have liked, but at least it was better than the perfunctory
one from earlier. Y/N drew back and smiled, reaching up to trail her fingers
through a strand of his hair.
'Thor loses his, and yours grows
out…it suits you.’
'Thank you.’ He barely resisted
the urge to lean into her hand – curses,
he’d forgotten the effect her touch had on him – and tried to sound brisk.
'Shall we look at these supplies, then?’
'Yes, we’d better.’
An hour later, back in the cabin
he’d appropriated for himself, Loki sat down hard on the still-strange bed and
regarded the empty wall opposite him blankly. His fingers flexed.
Cast enough illusions and you risk forgetting what is real.
But sometimes forgetting, even
just for a little while, was enough.
He gave in and reached for his
magic, cloaking the narrow room in a glamour that enveloped all of his own
senses while betraying nothing to others. It was an old spell, easy to cast, as
familiar as the pages of a well-read book. For a moment he closed his eyes,
drinking in the cheers and adulation but not caring about the false crowd.
“They love you, you know. Perhaps almost as much as I do.”
Loki opened his eyes and smiled
at her. He’d spent a long time getting every detail of the chimera just right,
from the way the light hit her hair to the exact hue of her dress. Green and
gold, of course, but then she was lovely to him whatever colours she wore.
'My beautiful queen,’ he
murmured. The glamour smiled back, a perfect simulacrum of her face, and
stepped up to his side.
“My beloved king.”
Loki reached up towards her but
stopped just short of touching her face, knowing that would dispel the
illusion. Instead he banished the rest – the hall, the crowds, the regal
trappings – stripping the spell back so that she stood before him much as she
had just now in the cargo bay. He could almost pretend she was really there.
A knock at the door shattered his
concentration and he hastily broke the spell, taking a few breaths to collect
himself. But still the fantasy lurked in his mind’s eye, taunting him anew to
have something so close and yet so out of reach.
'…twelve weavers and nine
jewellers, but none of them are adverse to retraining so I was thinking of an
adaptation of the old apprenticing system, perhaps?’
'That sounds perfect. What do we
need – uh – more of?’
'Artificers, mostly, although more
greensmen wouldn’t go amiss. Oh, there’s also the matter of the twenty-nine
That slightly alarmed exclamation
from Thor was enough to bring Loki’s attention sharply back to the council
meeting in full.
'There were lots of separations
in the evacuation, and beforehand,’ Y/N said. 'What with one thing and
another…yes, we’ve twenty-nine children who are without parents or other family
to take care of them.’
'Thank the Norns it’s that few,’
Brunhilde advised grimly, taking a swig from her current bottle.
'Yes. Well.’ Thor leaned forward
and laced his hands on the table. 'Any suggestions?’
'Two that I can think of.’
Naturally Y/N had not brought a problem without already thinking of a solution.
'We could set up some sort of centralised caretaking attached to the new
'An orphanage, you mean,’ Loki
interrupted. Thor made a face.
'I don’t much care for that idea.
What alternative is there?’
'Fostering,’ Y/N said. 'There are
also those who lost children, or whole families who survived and might be
willing to take another child in.’
'Old Asgard had a rich tradition
of fostering,’ Heimdall put in. 'Not just for the parentless, but between wider
families or different bloodlines.’
'Yes. I recall Fandral was
fostered most of his life with an old ally of his uncle’s because he was
nothing but a nuisance to his parents.’ Thor’s grin at the memory of his friend
dimmed slightly at the sudden recollection of his death. 'Still – that seems a
far better idea to me. We should ask those who are able. I mean I should ask,’ he amended hastily, and
for some reason glanced at Loki with a slight frown. 'Is that…appropriate?’
'I think the king gets to decide
what is and isn’t appropriate under the circumstances, brother,’ Loki replied
dryly, but couldn’t help an involuntary surge of affection for the enormous
'Yes, of course. Well, then, if
you could-’ Thor gestured absently in Y/N’s direction, but she was already
making a note on her slate ’-and could I speak to the children, as well? I’d just
like to tell them that they – ah – won’t be forgotten about. Nor their lost
'Of course,’ she said, and
flashed Brunhilde a small smile when the Valkyrie’s eyebrows rose dubiously.
'Thor’s always had a soft spot for little ones. Something to do with comparable
intellectual capacities, I believe,’ she added, catching Loki’s eye with a wink
that made him chuckle. It was an old jest, from happier days, and he tried to
ignore the way her gaze seeking his made his heart stutter as though tripping over
'Hey!’ Thor protested. 'I am your king now, you know.’
'Of course,’ Y/N said, both
unruffled and unrepentent. 'I’ll send the list of comparable intellects to your
The Hulk’s booming sniggers in
Thor’s direction echoed as she made her way out of the room, until Heimdall
suddenly leaned forward and cleared his throat.
'The mention of children is
Thor’s grin vanished instantly,
replaced by bewilderment.
'You should think about taking a
wife,’ Heimdall went on, as calmly as if he were suggesting that the other man
take a short walk.
'He’s talking about the royal
succession, your majesty,’ Brunhilde
said dryly, taking another swig from her drink. 'Sorting out a queen, begetting
heirs, that sort of thing.’
’Begetting-’ Thor hurriedly cleared his throat, visibly panicking
’-no, I don’t think we need to worry about any begetting just now, we’ve got
larger concerns and-’
'A king should have a queen,’
'I think I’ll decide if-’
'The people of Asgard just went
from a substantial number to an endangered species,’ Loki said, now thoroughly
entertained by his brother’s discomfiture. 'Most of the berths on this enormous
ship are still empty, even with all the survivors.’
'Point.’ Brunhilde grinned,
clearly also now rather enjoying herself. 'It’s going to take a few years to
get to Midgard even at the top speed this ship can do, which it won’t be doing
most of the time, and only one way to boost the population for the long term.’
'A king should lead by example,
should he not?’ Loki added with affected innocence, and snickered all the more
at the glare his brother shot him.
'Those considerations aside, it
will comfort the people to know the fate of the throne is secure,’ Heimdall
said, somehow still contriving to be serious despite the fact that Thor was
positively fidgeting in unease at
this point. 'A queen, and an heir, will help everyone remember that Asgard
still has a future.’
’Except-’ Thor raised his hand as if he’d just plucked the deciding
argument out of mid-air ’-I don’t have anyone to marry. So. Can’t be done.’
'There are plenty of unattached
women on board,’ Loki pointed out. 'Pick one.’
'Look in my direction and I’ll
hit you,’ Brunhilde said when Thor’s gaze started to slip sideways. ’Your majesty.’
'Well I can’t just-’ Thor was all
but spluttering now ’-I can’t just pick a
woman like…like plucking an apple from the nearest tree-’
'Thor no pick apples or women. Thor got no game.’
’-shut up, Hulk – and besides, I haven’t really been around on Asgard for years, I don’t even really know anyone-’
'I’m sure we can help you find
one,’ Loki said helpfully.
'That is a fair point,’ Heimdall
said, raising a hand to forestall further bickering. 'The queen of Asgard
cannot be chosen lightly, especially now. It must be someone capable and
caring, someone known to the people who has their trust-’
'Someone like Y/N,’ Thor said
absently, stroking his beard. 'What?’ he asked when they all stared at him. 'I
just mean – oh, god! No, I couldn’t
marry Y/N! Could I?’
Loki became aware that his amused
grin had turned rather brittle.
'I think that’s between you and Y/N,’
Brunhilde said with a laugh.
'She would be ideal,’ Heimdall
said slowly. 'Everyone knows her, and trusts her – she was coordinating the
refugees and supplies even before you appointed her as seneschal. She’s the
right age, from a good line, familiar with the duties of the crown-’
'But I can’t marry Y/N!’ Thor exclaimed. 'It’d be…weird.
Wouldn’t it?’ Ignoring Brundhilde’s scoffing, he glanced at Loki. 'Surely you
don’t agree with this?’
It took every inch of Loki’s skill
in dissembling to keep his expression neutrally amused. Every instinct in him
screamed to agree, to insist that Thor could never marry Y/N Sjöfnsdottir, to conjure some excuse or reason why
such an arrangement would be utterly disastrous…
'She would be an excellent
candidate, brother,’ he heard himself say. 'Heimdall is right. She’s capable,
accomplished, known and trusted, and…has a heart big enough to love all of the
Nine Realms and much beyond.’ Oops. He hadn’t meant to say that bit, but nobody
seemed to have noticed the slip and in fact Thor was now looking rather pensive.
'I suppose you’re right. She is
kind, and fair. It would be…strange. At first, perhaps. But we could find a way
to make it work, I’m sure. Still…’ he grimaced again, lost in thought.
Speak, you fool, Loki raged at himself. Nudge his doubts and have him put the idea aside! Why are you struck
dumb now of all moments?
'I suggest you ask her, your majesty,’ Brunhilde said.
'These are hardly the days of Búri and Auðumbla when a king may co-opt a woman
without her permission. Not that it wouldn’t be very funny to watch you try.’
’Hur hur hur. Thor bad at girls.’
'Shut up, Hulk.’ Thor folded his
arms defensively. 'Fine. I’ll speak with her later. Is there any other real business to discuss?’ he added,
There was not, thankfully, and
the others left – the Hulk still chortling – but before Loki could flee the room
he felt an enormous hand descend onto his shoulder.
'Brother,’ Thor’s gaze was
entreating. 'You must help me. I’ve not the way with words that you do, and of
all the people to have to ask this,
of all things-’
Under other circumstances Loki
would have doubled over in laughter, but the painful reality of it kept him
sober. So now he was to counsel his brother, the mighty Thor, ever-preferred and ever-glorified, on how to gain the
hand of the one woman that he, Loki, would ever truly love.
'You need no tricks, Thor,’ he
made himself say. 'No speeches. Simply explain to her the need and ask what you
must of her. She’s no stranger or foreign princess to falsely court.’
'Yes…of course.’ Thor visibly
exhaled. 'Thank you, Loki.’ A grin. 'At this rate I could be forgiven for
thinking you really have decided to reform.’
'Don’t draw hasty conclusions,
brother.’ And Loki left the room in a hurry before he betrayed himself.
'You said you needed to speak
'Yes!’ Thor hurriedly modified
his tone, trying desperately not to bely his nervousness. How absurd. He would
have gladly fought Hela a dozen times, or taken on Surtr’s mountainous fiery
form in single combat, rather than have this conversation. 'Come in. Sit. Um.
Would you like a drink? It’s-’ he squinted at the bottle, attempting to recall
the name, but could only come up with ’-blue.’
Y/N chuckled as she settled into
one of the chairs.
'I’ll leave the mysterious
beverages to Brunhilde, thank you.’
'Fair enough. Uh, do you mind if
'Of course not.’
Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder,
reduced to drink to try and calm his nerves! The new King of Asgard downed the
tumbler, wincing slightly at the aftertaste, and finally turned to face the
woman he now had to…propose to. Oh, it would be no real hardship. Y/N was fair
of face and kind of heart, and there was no doubt in his mind that she would
make a wonderful queen, and wife. And mother, however much the latter in
particular terrified him. But it was…Y/N.
He and Loki had once chased her screaming down the main hallway of the palace
and the three of them ended up in a wrestling match in the pond outside the
gates. Once he’d pulled her hair, and she’d kicked him so hard between the legs
he couldn’t walk right for two days. Loki had nearly killed himself laughing at
the sight of his mighty older brother reduced to a moaning limp.
'You said you needed to speak to
me?’ Y/N prompted. 'You’re just staring like I’ve sprouted a second head.’
'Oh. Yes. Right.’ Thor sat down
opposite her. What had Loki said? Simply explain to her the need and ask what
you must. Easy for you to say, brother.
'So. After you left the council today something came up – well, Heimdall
brought it up – and I need to ask you to, um…’ he trailed off, because she was
sitting there with her hands folded calmly in her lap regarding him with
infinite patience and his mouth suddenly decided to forget how to work.
After a few moments of him
opening and closing his mouth on the barely formed beginning of sentences, Y/N
actually leaned towards him with a small frown of concern.
'Thor, what in the worlds is the
'Nothing,’ he managed. 'Nothing
is the matter.’ For some reason his eyes chose to fix on the ample curve of her
lips, so entirely unlike the slim contours of Jane’s. Why did the notion of
kissing her fill him with such intense panic? 'It came up – Heimdall mentioned
– well, it was sort of agreed – that Asgard needs a…uh…a queen.’
She sat back and nodded as though
this was the most normal conversation in the world.
'Of course. Continuity of the
royal line, the future of our people. Very sensible.’
'Oh. Good. I’m – ah – I’m glad
you agree.’ Sitting back himself with a rather poor attempt at nonchalance,
Thor tapped his fingers against the arms of the chair. 'There
were…suggestions…I mean there was a
suggestion on a very good candidate and-’
'Oh. Oh.’ Then she smiled. 'Of course! She’s very…different from your
lady mother, but that’s perhaps all to the good. Have you spoken with her?’
’S-spoken with her?’ Thor echoed,
now utterly bewildered. 'I thought I was – I mean I am – I mean she’s you.’
'Yes.’ Confused, a little alarmed
at her disbelieving tone, Thor’s mind went completely blank and before he could
entirely register the motion he had shifted to one knee before her, as though
they were on Midgard. 'Will you – uh – will you marry me?’ Damn, I don’t have a ring. Wait! I don’t need a ring, we aren’t on
Earth. Damn, I don’t have anything else for a handsal either. He found
himself actually patting at his clothing, entirely at a loss. Oh! He still had
one of the smaller daggers he’d appropriated from Sakaar during the escape. A
dagger wasn’t a very appropriate handsal
for a woman like Y/N who wasn’t martially-inclined, but it was better than
nothing. With fumbling fingers he unbuckled the sheath and held it out to her.
'Uh. Sorry. I didn’t plan this
Y/N looked away for a moment,
biting at her bottom lip, and there was genuine regret on her face when she
turned back to him.
'Am I speaking to my king, or to
That doesn’t sound good.
'Oh. Uh, me. Thor, I mean.
'I can’t marry you, Thor. And I
'You mean – you’re saying no?’
'I am saying no, Thor. I’m sorry
but-’ she stopped when he got up and then half-collapsed back into the chair, clapping
his hands over his face.
'Oh, thank god!’
He exhaled, leaning back for a
moment and feeling as though an enormous weight had just vanished from his
shoulders. Then he noticed the bewilderment on her face.
'I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just…of course we can’t get married. It’d be…it’d be weird.
Creepy. You know?’
She burst into giggles.
'When why in all the Realms did
you ask me, you great lummock?’
'Well your name came up and
everyone agreed you were a good choice and-’ Thor broke off and gave up,
joining her in laughter at the sheer absurdity of the entire concept. 'You’re
absolutely right, of course. It would be insanity. I thought perhaps we
could…make it work somehow, but-’
'I think we could,’ she said with
a smile, standing up and patting his arm fondly. 'If it came to it. I care for
you a great deal, Thor, truly, but-’
'Then why?’ he asked, thoroughly
taken aback by that pronouncement.
'Because my heart belongs to
another, that’s why.’ She gathered her skirts and made for the door, but his
noise of surprise checked her. 'What? And I swear, if you make one comment about you being my king
'No, no, never!’ He beamed at
her. 'But you…I had no idea you had any – uh – well. Is it anyone I know?’ A
horrible thought occurred. 'Oh…is it someone who’s alive?’
'Yes, he’s alive, and that’s all
I’m saying on the matter.’
'Oh?’ Thor’s brows creased with
the effort at an intuitive leap. 'Oh! Is it – good god – is it Heimdall? I know you two were up in that refuge for
quite a while before-’
'It isn’t Heimdall, and-’ she
held up a finger in warning ’-I am not
about to play some extended guessing game, so you can stop your postulating rightnow.’
'But I want to know!’
'I’m your king!’
'I don’t care!’
Loki was reading in relative
peace in one of the smaller refectories on the upper deck, having sent an
illusionary simulacrum of himself off to keep Korg occupied, when Thor came
bouncing in with the sort of joyous, boyish bonhomie that he hadn’t exhibited
since before his brief exile to Midgard.
Too late, the oaf had spotted him
and he’d probably have to engage in at least some brief conversation before he
could conjure another duplicate to slip away. What could he possibly say to congratulate his brother
on gaining the one hand Loki had ever wanted to see in his? How could he
possibly conceal his bitterness at the unwitting cruelty of it?
'Brother!’ Thor boomed, levering
himself down onto the metal bench at Loki’s side. 'You will not believe what just happened!’
'I take it that congratulations
are in order?’ Loki ground out.
'What? Oh, no!’ Thor slapped him
on the shoulder. 'Y/N said she couldn’t marry me, thank god.’
'Oh dear.’ Trying to keep his
voice neutral, Loki exhaled slowly as relief flooded him. Thank the Norns,
finally, for some small mercy. 'Does she miss your flowing locks, perhaps?’
'Very funny. No, she said her heart belongs to someone else! How
about that?’ Thor grinned as though he’d just said something terribly witty.
'It never even occurred to me that Y/N might have someone. Someone on this
ship, since she said he’s alive. Oh, but it isn’t Heimdall.’
'Heimdall is old enough to be Y/N’s
father,’ Loki pointed out, but the
relief had already evaporated to be replaced once more by grim despair. Of course Y/N had a suitor. Amazing it was
only one. And of course said suitor
would have waited for her to return from her self-imposed exile, and of course the thrice-bedamned bastard would
survive Ragnarok itself…
'I suppose.’ Thor for some reason
seemed irrepressibly fascinated by the situation. 'She wouldn’t tell me who it
'It’s hardly any of your
business,’ Loki said. 'Or mine,’ he added, as much to remind himself as to
point out that his brother was gossiping like an old washerwoman.
'I suppose not technically, but…she is rather like our
sister, don’t you think?’
'I think given recent events,
actively seeking out another sister sounds like a poor plan.’
'Well, yes, but-’ Thor nudged him
insistently ’-don’t you want to know who it is? Oughtn’t we to find out, to
make sure he's…well…worthy of her?’
That wasn’t actually the worst
line of reasoning Loki had ever heard from his brother, but the idea of
pursuing the information would be unlikely to end well.
'I’m sure Y/N would be touched by
your concern,’ he said sarcastically, returning his attention fully to the
slate in his hands. 'However I’ve
certainly no interest in arousing her displeasure by poking my nose into the
matter.’ And thereby putting a large
target on the head of some unfortunate who has done no real wrong…and whose
loss would break her heart.
’Pah, I thought this would be right up your street, brother.
Investigation, intrigue, sneaking about…’
'No.’ Loki got up and walked out,
ignoring Thor’s playful shouts and not pausing for a moment until he was back
in his quarters. A twist of frustrated magic burst from him, knocking things
onto the floor. Ruthlessly he pulled it back under control and gestured
sharply, summoning the doppelganger of Y/N. Tranquil, unjudging, gentle.
Reaching out carefully, so as not to disturb the spell, he traced his fingers
around the shape of her cheek.
'I love you more than anything in
this world or any other,’ he whispered. 'No matter what.’
But of course the illusion simply
looked back at him, serene and beautiful and as empty as always.
'Is it Bjarke, that artificer who
solved the power integration problem?’
'How long are you going to keep
at this? Surely you’ve named every unmarried Asgardian man on the ship by now.’
'Possibly.’ Thor smiled and
shrugged. 'You still haven’t given me an answer. Not so much as a wink, a clue,
'Why are you so desperately insistent about knowing?’ Y/N
exclaimed as they rounded the corner and entered the empty council chamber. 'Do
you want to go and challenge him, or
something similarly archaic?’
'No, of course not.’ Thor sat
down and crossed his feet up on the table, then grinned when she slapped his
boots down on a reflex. 'Y/N, I merely wish to know, whoever this man is, that
he is worthy of you.’
’Worthy of me? And by what yardstick would you measure such a thing,
'Well-’ that had him stumped for
a moment ’-I don’t know…does he seem honourable…is he of good mind, and heart…’
'I doubt very much he’d come out
very well against your measurements of such things, Thor.’
Slamming her data slate onto the
table with unnecessary force, Y/N levelled her gaze at him.
'You won’t give up, will you?’
'Never!’ Thor leaned over and
took her hands in his. 'Please, Y/N. I honestly don’t mean to tease, really.
You know I care a great deal for you, and this mystery suitor of yours-’
'Hardly a suitor.’ She gave his fingers a squeeze and sighed. 'Thor, my heart
belongs – entirely and completely – to Loki. I’ve loved him since I came of an
age to see boys as anything more than a noisy nuisance.’
Thor felt his jaw drop.
'Despite knowing all that he’s
done, the mistakes he’s made, even that he isn’t actually Aesir…’ Y/N shrugged
and let go, sitting back with a wistful look '…he’s an imp and a scoundrel and
he’s Loki. I know he’s done
some…horrible, awful things, but he has a good heart.’
Thor was still gaping as the
doors opened to admit Heimdall, and the sound of Loki and Brunhilde bickering
just behind him.
'Even if he keeps it rather well
hidden at times,’ Y/N finished under her breath, hastily shifting back to her
usual chair but shooting Thor a stern glare that warned him to silence on the
He could hardly concentrate as
the business of the meeting got underway, barely managing monosyllabic grunts
and acknowledgements to anything he was asked.
He felt like a fool. A blind,
Even when you had both eyes, you only see half the picture.
Of course Y/N was in love with Loki. Even when the three of them were
children, running riot around the palace, it was Loki and Y/N, Y/N and Loki.
Hiding together, running together – usually from Thor – whispering together in
corners or behind tapestries…
It took a whole hour after the
council broke up before the King of Asgard realised something very important
and practically sprinted down the passageway to his brother’s quarters.
The near-frantic hammering at his
door made Loki hastily dismiss his current illusion spell and glance over in
Thor barged in without further
preamble and an enormous grin plastered all over his big, oafish face.
'Brother! There you are!’
'What do you want?’ Loki snapped. The glamour he’d been practicing was quite
involved – he was trying to recreate a particularly fond memory of himself and Y/N
in the palace gardens.
'I’ve made a discovery of vital importance,’ Thor said, clapping
his brother on the back.
'How wonderful for you.’
'It’s about Y/N.’ Thor sat down
beside him and grinned. 'And her mystery
'I’m not interested.’
'You should be.’
'And yet.’ Loki glared at him. 'I
doubt she would appreciate your attempts to-’
'She told me who he is.’
'I don’t care.’
'I don’t believe you.’
'Good for you.’
'Loki!’ Thor punched him on the
arm, hard. 'You really aren’t interested?’
'No, I’m not.’
Now his brother’s grin had taken
on an even more buffoon-like quality than usual. Folding his arms – aware it
was a defensive action and not caring – Loki fixed him with a steely gaze.
'You have no idea. Loki, God of
Mischief, self-proclaimed master manipulator, and you have no idea!’ Thor seemed to be enjoying himself immensely for some
'I have no idea about Y/N’s suitor because I choose not to,’ Loki spat back at him, irritated beyond measure
with his persistence. 'As should you, it being none of either of our business-’
'Y/N has no suitor, she just said her heart belongs to another, and that man is
you, brother!’ Thor thumped him on
the arm again but this time Loki barely registered the impact because he was
too busy battling to keep his expression under control. Devoid of any real
reaction. Devoid of the completely irrational feeling of hope that welled up
despite his best efforts to suppress it.
He looked away and constructed a
'If that is your attempt at a
jest, brother, it is an exceptionally poor one.’
'I would not jest on this. Loki.’ Thor actually grabbed his arm and
pulled him back. 'I’ve been trying for the last week to get Y/N to tell me who
held her heart-’
Loki hardly heard him, mind
racing. He couldn’t have let something slip. He was a master of masks, and he’d
had centuries of practice with this particular one. Had Thor perhaps just
stumbled upon this awful prank by pure chance, seeking something to taunt his
brother with and having the idea prompted by the recent discovery of Y/N’s
Yes, that must be it.
'Loki!’ Thor snapped his fingers
in front of his brother’s nose. 'Are you even listening?’
'You’re hilarious,’ Loki said
flatly. 'Forgive me for not rolling about in laughter but I’m rather weary.’
'You care for her so little that
you’d treat this as a joke?’ Thor
stood up, shifting rapidly from irritated affability to genuine displeasure. 'I
thought you’d changed. Perhaps I was wrong.’
'I’m not the one making mockery
of one he claimed to think of as a sister,’ Loki snapped.
'For god’s sake, Loki, you’re
supposed to be the prince of lies, surely you can see when someone is telling
you the truth?’
Thoroughly angry now, Loki looked
at him with his mouth open to retort, but the words died before he could form
them. Of course so much of subterfuge was knowing how to read it flawlessly in
others, from their more obvious tells to the subtler signals available only to
a master of magic…
There was no lie in Thor’s eyes.
The mask dropped before Loki
could stop it, and an edge of something almost like pity crept into Thor’s
'Loki, you fool, how long have
you felt this way about her?’
'Too long,’ Loki admitted, and
had to lean both his hands on the tabletop to stop himself from stumbling. 'She
has no idea. Nobody does. Did,’ he amended.
'Yet still you counselled for me to try and wed her?’
'She would make an excellent
queen for Asgard.’ Loki hung his head and shook it. 'And you would have done
everything in your power to make her happy.’
'I still will.’
That made him look up, and his brows
'Y/N will not marry me because
her heart belongs to you. You rather clearly feel the same way about her,
though you’ve hidden it even better than she has.’ Thor spread his hands in an
expansive shrug. 'Why should you not be together, brother?’
'After all I’ve done, and all
your talk of worthiness, you would send a frost
giant to her?’ Loki asked, making no attempt to hide his bitterness at the
latter part of the remark.
'She knows your heritage and
cares not.’ Thor shrugged again. 'I care for both of you, and I believe she
brings out the best of you. She always has, even when we were children.’
That made Loki laugh, although he
couldn’t deny the truth in that verdict.
'Ah, so your plan is to leash me
to Y/N to keep me behaving myself, is that it?’
'Will it count as a leash if you
wear it willingly?’ Thor replied with another grin, and then sobered. 'If this
will make someone I care for very much so happy, and give me my brother
back…how could I possibly do anything but wish for it to be so?’
That was actually rather
touching, but Loki still found himself wary to the point of hesitancy. After
everything he’d done, the lives he’d taken, the knowledge that he was a monster from the nightmares of Aesir
children…it was one thing to say she
cared for him, but if he dared to present himself to Y/N and ask for her favour
then surely, surely she would recoil
He was startled out of this
unpleasant rumination when Thor stepped behind him, grabbed him by his upper
arms and practically frog-marched him out of the room and down the corridor.
'What are you doing?’
'You can thank me later.’
Stopping in front of another cabin door, Thor put him squarely in front of it,
leaned around to knock loudly on the metal and then turned to depart. Loki
floundered for a moment – he hadn’t been so summarily carted somewhere by his
brother in well over eight centuries – but before he could summon the
wherewithal to do anything at all, least of all flee or cloak himself, the door
opened and Y/N was regarding him with a rather confused expression.
'Loki? What’s wrong?’ She ushered
him quickly inside while he was still trying to gain control of his tongue.
'You look like you’ve just been savaged by a bilgesnipe!’
The entirely relevant but
inappropriate conclusion had a snort of laughter escaping before he could
'No, I – ah – I just needed to
speak with you.’
'Of course.’ She motioned for him
to take one end of the small couch and then sat down a decorous distance away. Loki
swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. This would never do…the God of
Mischief, left tongue-tied like a stripling boy…
'What is it?’ Y/N asked him
gently, reaching out to lightly touch the back of his hand. When he looked at
her she gave a small smile. 'Oh dear. The last time a son of Odin boggled at me
like that things got extremely awkward.’
'Yes. About that.’ His voice
broke and he hurriedly cleared his throat. 'Thor told me about the – um – the
proposal. And why you…said no to him.’
A guarded tension stiffened her
Loki risked shuffling up a little
and took her nearby hand in both of his.
'Yes. All of it.’
He hadn’t seen her look that
murderous since he’d set fire to her doll when they were children. And that had
been an accident. Well, mostly.
'I am going to kill that useless, nosy, prying-’
'Y/N, I love you.’ It came out in
rather a rush, and Loki hastily carried on in the vague hope that with
sufficient momentum behind them the words would come easier. 'I’ve always loved
you. I never thought – I never imagined you would – especially after
everything…the Bifrost, and Midgard, and knowing how I hurt you by pretending
to be dead for so long-’
He was obliged to stop when her
lips suddenly arrived on his. Then they were kissing each other and her
hands were on his face, his fingers were winding through her hair and the
entire room seemed to shrink to nothing but the feel of her against him…
They were both gasping by the
time they broke for air. Loki pulled Y/N closer and leaned his forehead against
hers, feeling a grin escape. Then it became a laugh – the most free, open one
he could remember having uttered in years – and her chuckle rose to meet his
until they were both all but doubled over in each other’s embrace.
'Oh, Loki-’ Y/N tangled her hands
up through his dark locks ’-we’re both such idiots.
I never even dreamed a prince of Asgard could love a mere housekeeper.’
'And I never thought a beautiful,
kind-hearted seneschal could care for a lesser son, or a monster.’ Loki touched
her cheek and then drew back, dropping his gaze. 'You know what I am. I’m not even Aesir. I can’t-’ he swallowed ’-I can’t
give you children, or anything normal-’
'Hush.’ She kissed him again,
with such tenderness that it made his heart ache. 'Loki, I love you, with everything that means.’ Her smile warmed him down to his toes. 'Why
in all the Realms would I want something normal
when I could have you?’
'You…truly don’t care?’
'Not in the slightest. Besides-’
she winked ’-with your idiot interfering bilgesnipe of a brother to look after,
what need will we have of children?’
They both laughed at that and Loki
pulled her closer, into his arms where he’d so yearned to have her for so very
'That’s very true.’
'I’m still going to kill him,’
she added playfully.
'Of course. Maybe be merciful and
make it painless.’
'If you insist.’ Tucking her head
under his chin, she sighed deeply. 'How I love
'And I love you.’ He turned his
head so his cheek rested on her hair. 'I should have told you so a long time ago.’
'Tell me every day,’ she replied softly.
'As my lady wishes,’ he said with
a laugh, and kissed her.
Thor was halfway back to his own
cabin, grinning delightedly and feeling thoroughly pleased with himself, when
something else occurred to him and made him stop short.
'Wait – who did Y/N think I was going to ask to marry
Some context. Classic WoD campaign, Chicago. A group of hapless neonates, freshly arrived to the city and accused of pretty much treason, we’ve been given 48 hours to investigate and try to save our asses. I play a Tremere investigator and we also have a Gangrel forest ranger, a Brujah gangbanger, a Toreador tattoo artist and a Giovanni emo teenaged hacker.
We’ve all been rolling pretty spectacularly bad all night and chuckles at our fails abound. Earlier I had made a low roll on an Intelligence + Occult roll to identify whether a ghoul was under another vampire’s thrall (despite my high stats on both the dice just hated me). Later on, our Giovanni has another look at the ghoul and rolls high in the same. The following occurs.
ST: You’ve rolled high enough, [Giovanni] and you identify something in her behavior as suspicious that reminds you of what you’ve read about the Dominate discipline.
[Giovanni]: I’m pretty sure she’s dominated.
ST: [turns to me] [Tremere], you rolled real bad earlier so you’re still convinced that she’s not and that [Giovanni] is wrong.
[Giovanni]: Here, I’ll explain it to you in short words.
(They both happen to have the highest Intelligence stats in the coterie)
Me: I listen to his arguments and explanations. I elect to ignore the fact that he’s patronizing me.
OOC Me: [Tremere] is just 100% done with these dice rolls so he’s like, whatever, maybe he’s right.
ST: [Giovanni] Roll me a Manipulation + Expression. Difficulty [Tremere]’s Willpower. [he succeeds] Excellent, [Tremere] what [Giovanni] tells you shakes something loose in that ginger head of yours and you recall a detail you recently read in the many, many books your Sire made you read through as part of your training. [gets technical about how Dominate 3 can be undone by someone of appropriate power and experience, things my character really ought to know]
OOC Me: [I am so done with my shitty rolls] [Tremere] makes a face as realization sets in and it’s so humiliating he thumps his head against the nearest wall. [Jokingly] Do I roll for head-desking?
ST: …Do it.
OOC Me: Well shit. [rolls… and botches so spectacularly I am speechless]
[Gangrel]: All those 1s…
ST: Well, somehow your irritation makes you overdo it and instead of a simple boop you straight up head-butt the wall. Roll to soak the damage.
OOC Me: OH MY GOD. [I roll my crappy soak… and botch spectacularly again] NO!
ST: Congratulations, your Tremere takes 2 bashing damage from the wall. You have a sizeable bump on your head and a headache.
OOC Me: …….I need a mortal to take some aspirin so I can bite them.