i was going to put thor's line in the i did gif but i was too long

This part is long as hell but I just couldn’t shorten it any further. It’s also kind of feelsy so if you want to really tug on your heartstrings (as I know some of you sick lil shits will - myself included) then play this song when you read the line “I always did have the worst luck.” As requested by @delicatelygrandtraveler, @sxnali, @arabella-loves-coffee, and @meganlpie; this is the latest chapter of Plague - enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I read part 6 today almost as soon as you posted it. It’s fantastic! There is going to be another part, right?


Omg the feeeeeels from part 6 of Plague! It was so profund and emotional, it was a challenge for both of them

I am LOVING Plague! Loki is one of my favorite characters and you write him so well! I cannot wait to read the next part!

Plague (Part 7)

Part 6

Thor was careful returning to Loki’s room as he had just seen you leaving it. One half of his brain argued with the other as it collectively questioned what had ensued since he’d been gone. He wanted to believe that you had been sensible and had begun your separation from his brother, but the more naïve part of him hoped he wasn’t so bad that you would feel obligated to abandon him. It was difficult being the closest thing Loki had to a friend, and so desperately did Thor want him to be well again.  

He just knew that there must be good still remaining within his brother; there had to be. If his work with the Avengers didn’t bring it forth, then perhaps you could. Loki clearly was more… willing to try the latter method. As he stood contemplating such things, he realised that several minutes had passed. Shaking his mane of hair, Thor slipped quietly into the room to see that Loki was curled up under the covers. 

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Turn back the time for me - Part 3

Part 1 here - Part 2 here - Part 4 here - Part 5 here

Imagine: You have to comfort Björn before his raid to Paris because Þorunn’s mental state is going downwards and he is losing his strenghth to take care for her and Siggi.


Timeline: Situated around S03E06

The sky was deep orange as the sun made his way down. There was a breeze in the air, a soft one that played gently with your hair and made your skirt flutter. “Where are we going?” Björn asked. His hand was still in yours, he didn’t complain from it once. “I don’t know. I just wanted you out of there.” Slowly you delayed your pace and eventually stood still. You both stood in the heavy sand next to the bay. A few lonely boats where floating in the water, but apart from them there was nothing moving to be seen. With your breath held you turned to Björn and looked him into the eyes. You released his hand and it fell next to his muscular body. “Why?” he asked with a whispering voice and looked down to you. He was much taller than you were. Again you felt intimidated and began to question your deed. Why were you interfering with his problems? “She hurt you. Again.” There weren’t more words needed to make clear it was about Þorunn. You pointed your eyes to the ground and grabbed your own wrist when you were waiting for his reaction. Björn frowned his eyebrows mildly frustrated. “And what does that have to do with you?”
“I cannot see you sad, Björn.” You admitted. His reaction was to laugh in a way you couldn’t understand what he meant with it. “Why are you laughing with me? I am serious.” The words came right out of your mouth and made him shut up. “I thought you didn’t want to see me sad, y/n?” You sighed and did a step forward. Again you reached for his hand and again he allowed you. “But you aren’t happy either.” For the first time Björn turned his face to the ground and tried to escape your eyes. By that you knew you were right, and you knew that he knew too. “You need to make a choice.” Björn looked back up and pulled back his hand. “I already made one.” He mumbled and turned around, started to walk to the water. But the alcohol in his veins made it hard for him, he stumbled in the heavy sand and landed on one knee. You rushed yourself to him, crouched in front of him and laid your hand on his broad shoulder. “What did you choose?” Your question was very direct, and he didn’t seemed to like it. “Why don’t you stop asking questions and start making me forget all this for a while?”
“How?” Björn sighed and stroke with his hand over his face. “Kiss me.” He said, and immediately you felt your heartbeat raise. But you weren’t intimidated by his demand, you didn’t felt the urge to run and leave him behind. Instead you asked him a question you thought you’de never ask. “Are you sure?” - “Stop talking.” He put you to silence and pulled you closer. One of his hands was in your neck, the other on your lower back. Without hesitation he started kissing you, and you just went along with him. You slid your hands on his head, felt the baldness of from the side under the palm of your hand. As the moment progressed Björns actions became more desirous. You could feel he was eager to the touch of your hands, the warmth of your lips and whatever else he wanted from you. All of a sudden he pulled his head back, stared into your eyes like he just realized something. “Are you okay?” You asked him quietly tried to keep control of your breath. “Þorunn was right.” He whispered. In the meantime the sky became dark and the moon took the place of the sun. “What?” You sounded quite astonished, didn’t really expect to hear her name. Björn wanted you to make him forget her, and now he started talking about her himself? “It’s been a long time.” Softly you laughed, shook your head from left to right. “What are you trying to say Björn?” He guided his hands down on you, stroke your hips and clammed the fabric from your clothes in his hands. “I need to be with a woman.”
“Me?” Without any further word he pushed himself in your direction. With some force he came forward and pushed you backwards in the sand. Guided by his coarse hands you landed on your back with Björn right above you. He brought his head towards you and you raised your chin to create some space by your neck. With an almost animal-like desire he threw himself on you. His lips found their way on your neck, his breath right next to your ear. You pushed your upper body upwards, your back became hollow and you busted your breasts against his muscular chest. “Do you really want this?” you whispered and his only answer was a growling sound. Suddenly it started to rain and an enormous thunderclap made the earth rumble. “Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t want Thor to strike us down.” Björn said. You laid your arms around his neck and he lifted you up. Quite handy -for the amount of alcohol he consumed- he placed you on his hips and stood up. With his hands slowly sliding under your skirt he left the shore and walked towards an abandoned shed. The wooden door creaked open and mass of straw appeared. It was some kind of stockage. When Björn closed the door, he threw you into the pile of straw. While he looked you straight into the eyes he took off his shirt and threw it next to himself. In the background the thunder was still rumbling. You couldn’t resist to gaze at his divine body. The lines on his stomach, the volume of his chest, it made you want him as much as he wanted you at that point. “History is written by the victors.” He mumbled, but didn’t gave you the time to respond. Not that you wanted to, you weren’t even sure he knew what he was saying. Björn joined you in the straw, used his hands to take of your clothes.. and later to please you in any way he could. That until he went over to the next step and the only sound in the shed was the rustling of straw and your soft groaning. The only thing you could hope for was that he wouldn’t forget it in the morning. Or even worse: regret.


This is in honor of @marvelingatthewonder birthday!! Amberly, you are one of the sweetest people I’ve come to meet on here and I’m so glad and honored to call you my friend. You are so lovely and have such a great heart. I adore you and I love you!! Happy Birthday!

The line was packed. You couldn’t even see where the end of the line was. It was cold and snowy. The temperature was supposed to drop even more in the next few hours but that didn’t stop you from wanting to be one of the first to enter the store.

“I don’t understand all of this excitement to enter a store.” Thor spoke beside you.

You looked at him, “It’s Black Friday. There are sales going on that only happen this one day of the year. It’s going to be insane in there Thor, and I need to know that you’re going to be able to handle it.”

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Really quite pleased with the plot for this one. The request presented a unique challenge that was kind of meta, but I think a slightly longer plot has worked in its favour. Enjoy, everyone!

Prompt[s]: I just woke up so I can’t really form any proper comments that this deserves but just know that I love it. And I can’t wait for part two.

How can you write so many great things? Stop, I can’t take so much thrill T-T // jokes aside, can you please tag me? I want to read part 2 as soon as it comes out.

‘Shock Factor’ (Part 2)

Part 1

It had been three weeks since your escape. You’d been on the run with Loki ever since, despite what you now knew. You’d not let a day go by without demanding to know what he insisted was the secret to your past. It hadn’t taken him long to tell you.

Once you were a safe enough distance from the facility, you had set up camp in a nearby forest cave. Whilst both of you were sat on logs around a fire, Loki let spill what he knew.
“I’ll admit, I don’t know everything,” he muttered, poking the flames with a stick.
“I swear, if you’ve made me a felon for some sort of half-truth, I’ll end you right now.”
“In my defence, you were a felon anyway, but fear not, it’s better than that.”

You rolled your eyes. Though it might not have been the most ideal situation, you did at least have some semblance of feeling at home in your cage. Regular ‘visits’ from the Avengers reminded you of something and it was closer than you’d ever come to answers, in all your years of searching.

“You’re from Midgard, but you’re also… not from Midgard,” he said, trying to figure out how to explain such things to someone with an intellect he considered lesser than his own.
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I suspected as much… Consider it this way,” he said, using his poker to draw two parallel lines in the dirt.

“This line is our universe, our timeline. You are from this other line; a different one of both. I don’t know how, but I suspect that your consciousness has been transferred from one timeline to another. Perhaps by some sort of machine, or perhaps your own mind has taken you there. The latter would certainly explain why you have neuro-electric powers in this universe.”

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Is it angst, or is it mystery? Who knows! I left the ending for this quite open. You can interpret it how you want. I just wanted to depict Clint’s loyalty, even to those he doesn’t quite get on with [yet], much like with Pietro. Thank you to @cosmichorse95 for this request. I perhaps took the title of Unsteady too literally but screw it, I’m rubbish at Song!Fics. I hope you all like it!

Can you do a loki or thor or hawkeye x reader based on “Unsteady” by X-Ambassadors? Oh a d I loved Fairytale! Not that it’s much of a shock, I love all your fics :D


“We got a tip,” Nat said, waving the file in front of Clint’s face. He grunted, and paused his video game. He was already perfect at it anyway. Nat liked to joke that it was because he spent all day on it, every day. He called it training.
“A hit?”

“A building on Main Street. Potentially got our guy.”
“I appreciate your attitude but we can’t just go busting in a building on a tip,” Clint smirked, resuming his game.

Nat pushed his feet off of the coffee table, and lowered herself onto it, purposefully blocking his view of the television. It was the only reason he came to Stark tower anymore.

“I know that, genius,” She smirked, watching him roll his eyes before pausing his game again, “but I’ve got a plan.”

Nat kicked his shin.
“Are you in or would you rather fight zombies?”
“They’re clickers actually.”
“Whatever. They creep me out.”
“And you creep me out. What else is new?”

“Guess I’ll just take the new girl then,” Nat sighed, standing up. Now Clint turned off the Xbox completely.
“What do you mean? What new girl?”

“Do you want to hear my plan or not?”

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