loki loses

“There was one time when we were children he transformed himself into a snake. And he knows that I love snakes. So I went to pick up the snake to admire it. And he transformed back into himself and he was like ‘ABLERGH IT’S ME!’ And he stabbed me. We were eight at the time.” -Thor, on his great relationship with his little brother

Losing your virginity to Loki would include :

(Wooooo more prompts!! Yay Loki :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Him snickering about you acting nervous and grabbing both of your wrists to make you stop and look at him in the eyes as he tells you that he won’t be hurting you, well at least too much

-Him teasing you by moving in to kiss you, only to back away to see your reaction, each time, making you frustrated as to him not kissing you

-Him wanting you to take charge by doing so, making you press your lips to his first and star to make out

-Him pinning you to the bed with his weight without ever leaving his lips from yours, only to then start trailing down to your neck

-His hands touching and feeling your body to his liking as he slowly undresses you, making you moan

-Him reaching to grab your neck lightly and asking you who do you belong to, wanting to hear you completely surrender to him

-Him chuckling to hear you answer him so eagerly that he starts to slowly touch your arousal and fingers you, making you grip onto his hair as he lowers himself

-Him making you beg for him to keep going after he kisses your heat once and twice, only to have exactly what you both want

-Him deny your orgasm and starting to thrust himself in and despite wanting to go in quick and hard, he slows himself down for you

-Him holding both your wrists to the side of your head as he looks into your eyes and ask you to repeat who do you belong to, making you struggle with each of them gradually

Ok, so I’m all for Valkyrie kicking butt and taking names, but seriously. Like she could possibly out smart/out fight Loki? I don’t think so! He totally would have kicked her butt, and then some! Seriously, that really bugged me…a lot. I loved pretty much everything else about the movie, (except for that crap about Jane and Darcy not being in it!!!) but the whole Loki losing that fight? Nah, I call bull crap.

Originally posted by lokitty

Hello everybody I would just like to offer my interpretation of the fight scene between loki and valkyrie. So yes spoiler alert once again to those who haven’t watch ragnarok~ I have to make this post because I have lots of feelings for loki. Lots of feelings

The fight ended with loki being knocked out by valkyrie and the next time we see him, he is all tied up in her room

Originally posted by lokihiddleston

It is true that loki may have lost the fight with valkyrie but what if he lost it on purpose? Now hear me out. Yes, the valkyrie is a more than esteemed warrior and I would think that her brute alone may even surpass our god of mischief.

While exchanging blows, loki asked the valkyrie why is she on thor side now. I guess in that split second, loki realised that valkyrie didn’t have the intention to return the seductive god of thunder and the champion back to the grandmaster hence the rewards of their capture was all for his taking if he succeeds. Also, it means that the valkyrie is working with thor so loki’s best bet is to get captured by her so that he can get close to thor and bruce

There was a part where loki was pushed back to the wall and he looks up at valkyrie saying something like “oh I’m sorry…” and then he touches her head and pulls up her memories (one of Loki’s ability)

Originally posted by lolawashere

Originally posted by finney13gifs

I would like to interpret these parts in the way that loki wanted to minimise the distance between valkryie and himself so that he can pull up her old memories. Well, he is the god of mischief and in a way, by pulling up her old memories it made her distracted and less brutal because the memories made her remember her past (now I think it made her more determined to help thor too to kill hela for revenge)

As we know loki knows how to ‘throw one off guard’ just like how he attempted to do that in Avengers 1 with the black widow (however yeah nat was interrogating him actually)

Anyways, I just wanna say that perhaps in this exchange with valkyrie, he lost the fight on purpose so that she can bring him to thor and bruce.

Thanks for reading!! (oh no this is so long)

I finally, finally got to see Thor: Ragnarok, and man… I just… so much, so many feels, I just… wow.

My heart broke when Thor found his father. And in the weeks since, I have thought and thought about the movie, processing everything I learned and everything I saw, and then I was on tumblr and saw a post where Odin “HEEEAAARRGHS!” at Loki, and I just laughed because… well, you’d have to see the post together with the gif set, it is hilarious.

But then it got me thinking about the first movie.

(Forgive me if this is long winded. I am a storyteller by nature.)

So Odin had a daughter. A beautiful, powerful daughter, who helped him conquer the Nine Realms and subdue ruthless enemies. Whose power crept slowly through her mind, taking it, the blood she spilled soaking into her heart and filling her with murderous delight. He saw his child, his daughter, become a monster. He saw the horror of war through new eyes, became aware of how horrendous it really was.

Fast forward ages, his daughter long imprisoned, he and his wife dare to have another child, and this one is bright and golden and full of sunlight and smiles. He is strong, almost frighteningly so, his power even stronger than Odin’s, but his heart is so full of light that Odin and Frigga dare to hope.

The Frost Giants invade Earth, and Odin has to don his battle armor again and fight another horrific war. He’s come to despise it. Loathe it. He’s soaked in blood, dirty and weary, and he finds a child, an infant, thrown out to die, and he looks at this child and his heart breaks. He can’t leave the baby. He thinks of his own baby at home, and as he holds the dying Frost child he is filled with love. He brings the baby back, adopts the boy as his own son, introduces the new baby brother to his toddling elder son. This second son, too, is filled with great power, power only equaled by Frigga, his mother. For years Odin and his family are happy. He holds the hands of his two sons and teaches them both about the dangers of war, tells them stories of it and the damage it wreaks, warns them never to seek it but to be ready for it, should it fall upon them.

And then the day comes to crown his eldest son king. Odin’s voice chokes when he tries to speak; at last, they have reached this day, safely, averting the evil that had taken their eldest so long ago. These two sons are his crowning glory; they not only inherited great power, but they have great hearts. He and Frigga had done it. They had avoided the tragedy of ages past. Only then something happens, and he sees the blood of war and the eagerness to battle darken Thor’s eyes, and his heart trips. His sons disobey him and go to Jotunheim, Thor fights the Giants, thrills at the fight, thrills at the battle, courts the war, enticed by it… enjoying it.

And Odin is reminded of Hela.

History repeating itself.

He does the only thing he can do: stop Thor now, before this bloodlust consumes him completely. He takes away Thor’s power, he berates him, he sends him away, casts him out… and finally, on a hammer that before had been a tool for anyone to use, he casts an enchantment that makes it respond only to one who is worthy. Because he will not let such a weapon be used by a murderer again. Then he sends it out, hoping… praying… that his eldest learns. That it is not too late.

Then Loki learns Odin’s secret. And in my opinion, I don’t believe Odin ever meant to keep it a secret forever. I believe he had planned to tell Loki, but in a terrible turn of events Loki learns of his heritage in the worst possible way and Odin’s words are now only waste. To make matters worse, the Odinsleep claims him in the middle of this, stealing from them a conversation that, had it been continued, might have produced a much better ending.

And when Odin finally wakes, it’s to his second son succumbing to that same darkness. His second son, killing people, killing his brother, rending Jotunheim in two and mass-murdering an entire race. His second son, looking at him and telling him that all of this bloodshed… had been for him. For his approval.

And Odin must have thought of Hela, and thought… No. Not again.

Not another one of my children.

Not again.

No, Loki…

Please no.  

Sick of Losing Soulmates

Sick of Losing Soulmates

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 3426

Request: Anon: Sick of losing soulmates song fic? Sherlock x reader

A/N: First song fic……. Thanks to everyone who helped out and made this story 10x better with all your suggestions, feedback, and proofreading. Requests are open but may take some (a lot) of time.


With a stack of books pressed against your chest, you walked through the empty hallway. The sound of your shoes melodically tapping the floor echoed as you approached your locker. In one swift movement you flung open the door and shoved your books inside. A sudden banging sound flooded your ears and you promptly stopped what you were doing. You looked around the hall and found that you were still alone. You heard the sound once more and assumed it was coming from the storage room next to your locker.

You resolved to investigate the sound, praying you weren’t about to walk in on two hormonal teens going at it. Your fingers grasped the door handle, slowly opening it and flipping on the lights. To your surprise you found that Sherlock Holmes had been sitting all alone in the dark.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked curiously. His arms were resting on his bent knees and his head hung low between them. You had seen him around before, and of course knew who he was, but you’ve never actually spoken to him.

“Some of your classmates thought it would be funny to lock me in here.” He glanced up at you through a mop of dark curls. The way he said ‘your classmates’ made you feel like he was comparing you to his bullies, and you certainly couldn’t have him thinking you were anything like them.

“Why?” You asked, his position not changing.

“Why does anyone do anything?” He retorted sarcastically, you knew exactly why the majority of your classmates hated him and therefore bullied him.

“Ok, well, it’s nearly three o’clock. Do you want to go get a coffee or something?” You asked after glancing at your watch.

“With you?” He asked, looking up and raising an eyebrow.

“Yes…” You answered, confused by his confusion. Had no one ever extended kindness like this to him before?

“Why?” He asked, wondering if you had an ulterior motive. Clearly he wasn’t acclimated to compassion from his classmates.

“Why does anyone do anything?” You smirked, gaining a smile from him.

“Come on, I know the perfect place.” You reached out a hand to help him up and he hesitantly took it.

At a shop down the street you placed a hot cup in front of him. He thanked you but kept his quiet demeanor.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You broke the silence.

“I know who you are, we’ve gone to school together for the last two years.” He answered.

“Funny, I don’t think we’ve ever exchanged a single word.” You observed.

“That’s because the people you hang out with are not fond of me.” He told you.

“I hang out with everyone, I’m told I’m likeable.” You smiled.

“Yes, annoyingly so.” He muttered.

“You’re strange, you know that?” You smiled, you panicked when you noticed the sad, almost disappointed look on Sherlock’s face. “No, no, no, strange is good Sherlock. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

He looked up to you and smiled, a genuine smile, one you’d never seen from him before.

“I’m not like the others Sherlock. I’m not here to poke fun at you or make you feel bad about being different. You can talk to me.” You spoke, trying to make him feel comfortable around you.

“Sometimes I just wish I was normal.” Sherlock spoke, taking a chance and finally opening up to you.

“I promise you, the world will be an infinitely better place precisely because you are not.” You smiled, taking his hand, making sure he knew you were serious.

“How do you know that?” He asked, his hand tensed at your sudden contact.

“I just do.” You stared into his eyes. Had they always been that blue?

That was where it started. In a dark closet of a dusty old high school, a beautiful friendship had formed. A friendship that Sherlock wished could be something more, though he knew it never could. He continued to hide the truth of his feelings, knowing you could never love someone like him.

“Sorry I’m late.” You spoke, walking into Sherlock’s dorm. You still liked to check up on him after all these years.

“How was your date?” Sherlock deduced raising an eyebrow, you were going to ask how he knew but you knew it would be something painfully simple once he laid it out for you.

“Good, fine.” You said, not realizing you were smiling.

“I’d say it went more than fine.” He spoke in his monotone voice, noting your change in mood.

“I don’t want to jinx anything, these sort of things are delicate.” You said.

“So I’m told.” He rolled his eyes, he liked to pretend he knew nothing about human interactions and sentiment was foreign to him. Of course it was foreign to him, in all instances except the ones that involved you.

“Oh, this is for you.” Sherlock grabbed an envelope from his desk and handed it to you. He maintained his uninterested demeanor, even though he secretly was hoping and waiting for your approval.

“For me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well it is your birthday tomorrow, isn’t it?” He smiled softly.

You took the envelope from his hand, your fingers brushing his slightly. You felt a jolt of electricity, had that always happened? Did he feel that too? You looked up to him and nothing on his face gave away that he had felt anything. Of course he hadn’t, he was your best friend, he wasn’t capable of being more. Even ‘friend’ was a stretch, him being a high functioning sociopath and all. You pulled yourself from your thoughts and cracked open the envelope to reveal two tickets to your favorite opera.

“Sherlock! You didn’t!” You yelled, donning a smile from ear to ear.

“I did.” He nodded seriously, secretly loving your reaction.

“I didn’t even know it was showing!” You could hardly contain your excitement.

“One night only in London. We can train over tomorrow if you’d like.” He said.

“Yes! Yes! Oh god, thank you! Thank you Sherlock! What would I do without you?” You jumped into his arms, hugging him and kissing his cheek.

He stayed stiff like a statue before taking a deep breath and wrapping his arms around you. Hide the truth.

“Now, movie night?” He asked, clearing his throat and straightening his shirt.

“Movie night.” You nodded, plopping down next to him on the sofa.

By the end of the movie you had unknowingly fallen asleep on his shoulder. He glanced down to your sleeping form, a frown upon his face. He could never be what you needed, you deserved more than him. Why you had stuck around with him this long he would never know.

He thought you deserved someone like Hugh, the man you had a date with tonight. He noticed how your eyes dilated when he mentioned the date, how your mood had changed and you seemed to be walking on air. He could never make you feel that way, or so he thought.

It was two weeks before graduation that your long time boyfriend, Hugh, approached Sherlock after class. They’d only spoken a few times, but Sherlock could tell how serious it was between the two of you.

Despite his better judgement, Sherlock liked Hugh. He had never hurt you and knew he never would. He came from a good, kind family, had no skeletons in his closet, and treated you like a queen. Hugh was everything Sherlock wished he could be.

“Hey Sherlock, do you mind if I ask you a few questions about Y/N?” Hugh asked him and Sherlock nodded his head.

“What’s her favorite flower?” He asked.

“Tulips.” Sherlock answered.

“Ok, and what about her favorite song. And her favorite chocolate or does she like chocolate? Is she fond of surprises or of a more intimate gathering?” Hugh began to ramble.

“Why?” Sherlock asked, raising his eyebrow.

“You can’t tell her, but at the graduation party in a few weeks I’m going to propose and I want it to be perfect.” Sherlock gulped but kept a straight face, nodding.

Sherlock wasn’t ready to lose you. When the two of you began dating, he stood by and did nothing. Dating wasn’t permanent, he thought he’d have another chance. He thought when the time came, he would confess his sentiments toward you and that would be it. You would have fallen into his arms and reciprocated all the feelings he’d been holding inside for years.

How did he even get here? He never thought he would be someone capable of feelings like this at all. Then you came along and pulled him out of his misery and became a shining beacon of hope. You had noticed him, and treated him like a human being, not a freak or a machine. You were the only thing that’s keeping him going, keeping him human. And if you’re happy, even if it’s not with him, then he’s happy for you. He’ll continue to hide his feelings, after all, he’s gotten pretty good at it over the last six years. Hide the truth.

The night of the graduation party had finally come. Everything was perfect, and of course you’d said yes. You stood on the balcony, looking out into the dark, your ring sparkling on your finger.

Sherlock had noticed your absence and set out to find you. Once he approached the balcony you turned and smiled at him, now standing at your side.

“Thank you.” You told him.

“For what?” He feigned ignorance.

“You know what. Hugh is great, but only you could have known all those things.” You smiled at him, he had truly made the night perfect.

“He asked for my help, he wanted it to be perfect for you.” Sherlock gave in.

“Well it was, thank you.” You were glowing, he noticed how the moonlight reflected off your eyes.

“I hope you’ll be happy with him.” Sherlock said honestly. You looked up to him and smiled, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder. You knew he wasn’t a fan of physical contact, but right now you just needed to be near him. If he was here, you knew everything was going to be okay, he calmed all your anxious fears for the future. You were nervous about marrying Hugh, but you knew if Sherlock was happy for you that you were doing the right thing. You wandered what was going through his mind at this exact moment.

A comfortable silence surrounded the two of you, a true calm as the world turned hectically around you. Hide the truth.

The beautiful, intimate ceremony had come and gone. You were truly happy to be surrounded by your fiance, well, now husband, your families, and your best friend: Sherlock Holmes.

Three years went by in a flash. You were both happy, before the war broke out.

“I can’t sit here and do nothing while men like me fight for this country.” He argued one night, this was one of the few times he raised his voice at you.

“You want to leave everything we’ve built here behind so you can go fight in a war?” You yelled back, not understanding.

“I want to go fight in a war to protect everything we’ve built here Y/N!” How could you argue with that? He wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

He was deployed three months later, and you felt like a piece of you was missing.

“Come back safe.” You begged, placing one final kiss on his lips before he left.

“I promise.” He hugged you again before turning to Sherlock and extending his hand. “Take care of her, mate.”

“I will.”  I always have. Sherlock said, shaking Hugh’s hand.

Two years later a knock at your door interrupted your morning tea. Every time you heard it you prayed it would be him, surprising you and finally coming home.

He would be standing there, a huge goofy smile on his face, and you would leap into his arms. It would be just like those videos that get shared around Youtube and make everyone tear up. His hair would be cut and his uniform would be sharp. He would drop his bags and say something cheesy like “Honey I’m home.”

You pulled the door open with an optimistic smile. You saw two men in uniform standing in front of you with solemn faces. Your mouth dropped open and you left your heart painfully drop.

“Mrs. L/N.” The first man began to speak. Your hand clapped over your mouth.

“No, no, no, no…” You began to cry, your hands shaking, your legs giving away under you.

“The Minister of Defense regrets to inform you that your husband was killed in action three days ago due to an IED. There is an ongoing investigation. Once the investigation is complete, you will have full access to the report.” His voice sounded like it was a mile away. Your ears were ringing and your vision began to blur from your tear.

“Ma’am we advise that you’re not alone at a time like this. Is there someone we can call for you?” He asked.

“Sher-” You attempted but your voice broke, “I’ll call him.”

The next couple minutes were a blur. You’d closed the door and somehow located your phone and dialed Sherlock. Your breathing had stabilized, your heart still beating a thousand times a minute. You were in shock.

“You better not be calling me to cancel our weekly dinner tonight.” You could feel Sherlock smirking through the phone.

“Sher-” You choked out, breaking into a sob.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” You could hear the panic in his voice and the sound of something crashing on his end.

“I need you.” You sobbed.

“I’m on my way.” He said quickly.

Within five minutes your front door flew open. Sherlock stood in your doorway, glancing to the letter and folded flag on the table.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He said genuinely. It killed him to see you like this, in so much pain.

He ran to you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you for what seemed like hours. Physical contact always made him uncomfortable, but in a time of need like this, he could never deny you. You were the exception, you were always the exception. He would do anything for you, and if that meant his shirt becoming stained with your tears, or staying up with you through the night, he would do it. He made his way down onto the couch, realizing after a few hours that you must have cried yourself to sleep on him.

Your eyes were red and puffy and your skin blotchy, but to him he’d never seen something so beautiful, so human. He remembered back to the days of university when you would fall asleep on him during your movie nights. He should have told you then. He should have told you he loved you and spared you all this. Spared you from ever falling for anyone else, but he didn’t, and it would haunt him until the day he died.

After your husband died you buried yourself into your work. You began neglecting your friends and your family. You barely saw Sherlock anymore, due to no fault of his own.

You spent an unhealthy number of hours at your office, just because you couldn’t face coming home to an empty flat. You’d lay awake at night, thinking you’d heard something in the kitchen. Thinking it was your husband up getting a glass of water in the middle of the night like he used to. You’d wake up each morning and cherish those few seconds between consciousness where you’re blissfully ignorant. Before you wake up to an empty bed and are reminded that he’s not coming back. For those precious few moments of ignorance, you pay the unimaginable price of remembrance.

Your world had been turned upside down and you were scared. You were scared to love again because you didn’t want things to end the same way they had with Hugh.

Your phone rang as you sat at your desk with your head in your hands. You didn’t recognize the number but answered anyway.

“Y/N? It’s John, I didn’t want to disturb you unless it was an emergency and I think we’ve gotten to that point.” The familiar voice said.

“John?” You asked, not putting the voice to the name.

“Sherlock’s flatmate.” He reminded you.

“Oh, right, sorry. What sort of emergency?” You asked, confused.

“It’s Sherlock, he’s been back on the sauce and well, he needs you. He won’t listen to me and I won’t watch him overdose so can you please come talk some sense into him?” John pleaded.

“I’m on my way.” You said, hanging up. Sherlock was always there for you, and now it was your turn to be there for him.

You pushed open the door of 221B to see Sherlock curled up on the couch, shivering.

“Sherlock!” You rushed to his side, holding him, trying to stop his shaking. “What have you done to yourself?”

“It’s for a case.” He lied.

“This isn’t for a case, Sherlock. You need to stop this, you’re going to kill yourself.” You scolded him.

“Why do you care?” He asked, and you were taken aback. Had you really neglected him that badly?

“How dare you think I don’t care about you, Sherlock. I’ve cared about you since the day I dragged your ass out of that janitor’s closet. I’ve cared about you so much that it hurt knowing you could never reciprocate those feelings. Sherlock I don’t care if this is for a case, I don’t care if this is the most important case of your life. You will stop this right now. I’m sick of losing soulmates. I don’t want to be alone again and I won’t sit here and watch you kill yourself. I won’t lose you too. I love you, so much that it hurts.” You felt a tear slip from your eye as you buried your head into his chest. You’d gone from yelling to crying, and your head was throbbing.

“You’ve got to be pretty fucked up to love me.” He observed. “And I do know how it feels. Do you know how hard it was to watch you fall in love with Hugh, because I knew I could never make you happy even though it was the only thing I’ve ever wanted. Do you know how it killed me when he passed and I had to watch you go through that, knowing if I had only spoken up and been honest with you I could have shielded you from all that pain.”

“Well you’re as fucked up as me then.” You let out a sigh, he would be safe now, because you would make sure of it.

He loved you, and you loved him, no one was hiding the truth this time.

You never thought that by 30 you would have been married not only once, but twice.

You stood at the end of the aisle once again, your hands in his. You thought you were lucky to have one great love in your life, but two was undeserving. You were more than lucky, you were blessed.

“God knows where I would be if you hadn’t found me sitting all alone in the dark. I don’t know what I would be without you, and I never want to find out. You make me the best version of myself, and I vow to always be there for you, as you’ve always been there for me. I love you. I’ve always loved you and I always will.” Sherlock said, slipping the ring on your finger.

You cried into the kiss. This time was different, both filled with love, but different kinds of love. You loved Hugh with a familiar kind of love. Your personalities complemented each other and it felt natural, almost familial. A big brother sort of love, but still true. Sherlock was different, and shouldn’t he be? You love Sherlock because of your differences, it’s an enduring love that has aged and matured. It is beyond the physical, it has transcended the casual, and is a unique harmony that has formed over time.

Like the two of you, your love wasn’t normal. He had never met a woman who understood his odd heart, but she recognized each peculiar beat, for her’s was also unique.

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That Mouth of Yours

Summary: Loki takes full advantage of Tony’s costume party to let the reader know exactly how he feels. 

Word Count: 3380

Song paring: Gods and Monsters- Lana Del Rey (https://youtu.be/3BwfuFuYOWE

Authors note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Enjoy some good ole Loki smut to get you through the night;) 

Tony clapped his hands together, “ Alright people, so that pretty much sums things up, now don’t forget the party tonight”. Bucky, who was sitting directly across from you, raised his eyebrows at you.

He was of  course hinting at the fact that the party would give you an excuse to be around your favorite raven haired trickster. How could you not be madly in love with the Asgardian?

You balled up a sticky note and threw it at him, hitting him right in the face. You started to laugh until Steve bumped your shoulder. Steve gave you his best dad look, until Bucky threw a balled up sticky note at him.

Tony cleared his throat, “ Is the peanut gallery done?”. You didn’t know what to say, but Bucky chimed right in. Smirking he said, “Yeah, (y/n) here was just asking if everyone would be there…you know like-”.

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The Secret Book Club Part 3

Originally posted by myriam97blog

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: If you squint, there’s sorta fluff? Though not with the god of mischief 😜 But more than anything there’s angst. You guys should have known that was gonna come sooner or later! Also minor spoiler for Ragnarok!

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Warnings: smut

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Within the pages of Happiness Chapter One: Losing his powers

Note: Slight swearing

Words: 1405 

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Loki was kneeling in front of Odin chained to the floor so that he couldn’t move as Odin glared to the Frost Giant. Loki had a malicious smirk plastered across his lips as he heard them rant about his latest cause of catastrophe. “Loki, you have slaughtered thousands of people. Yet you kneel before me with darkness swirling in your eyes, no remorse for the damage that you have caused to these people! Their home!” Odin exclaimed slamming his fist onto his throne’s arm. “What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked leaning back as Loki looked up to Odin with a bored expression before responding with. “They were in my way. I did warn them, but it was their own fault for not heeding my words.” Loki tilted his head slightly with a cold smile ghosting its way onto his face as the room’s atmosphere grew darker.

Odin gritted his teeth at Loki’s answer before he stood up with a dark smirk dancing onto his features as Loki for a moment felt confused. “Alright you silvertongue disgrace.” Odin spat when he started walking down towards Loki before he bent down in front of Loki who glared at him. “I know exactly what to do in order for you to understand the consequences of your actions.” Odin said as Loki growled. “You’re finally going to kill me father?” Loki asked with a dark chuckle. “Oh don’t you wish, no I am going to cast away your magic, and sending you with Thor.” Odin said as Loki’s eyes widened. “W-What do you mean?” Loki demanded as Odin stood tall.

“I am making you mortal and sending you to Midgard with Thor to live there until I think of something better.” Odin said as Loki struggled against his bonds. “Y-You can’t do that bastard!” Loki exclaimed as Odin laughed. “I can do whatever I please, I am the All father. What I say goes. Now.” He swiped his hand as Loki felt sick from the sudden drain of magic from him. “Stop!” Loki cried, but it was already down as Loki panted shivering from the emptiness that was nesting inside his stomach. “Tell Thor what I’ve done and tell him to take Loki with him. You shall learn to be a hero if you want your powers back.” Odin said as Loki hissed at him.“I’ll be damned before then.” Loki countered when Odin rolled his eye.

“You are already are dear Loki. You hate mortals and now you are one of them.” He whispered as Loki felt anger bubble in his chest when the Guards hoisted him up unlocking the chains on the floor before re-cuffing them to his wrists. They dragged him out of the Throne room as Loki grunted and struggled against them, but since he was mortal he wasn’t strong enough. Thor turned back to Loki when his eyes widened in shock at the state of Loki’s paling skin. “Brother–” Thor was cut off sharply by Loki. “Not a word you ungracious buffoon.” Loki spat like daggers towards Thor. “Now you understand how I felt when father removed my powers.” Thor said softly as Loki gritted his teeth. “The Odinson will damn me to nothing.” He laughed coldly.

“You deserve nothing more.” A guard said before handing home over to Thor as Loki growled struggling against him. Thor squeezed Loki’s arm as Loki hissed from the crushing pain that shot through his body when he stopped squirming. “This isn’t over.” Loki spat as Thor chuckles softly. “Brother, it is already over before it has begun.” He said walking towards the portal as they went through. Loki gasped, it felt like it was being pulled apart slowly from the inside out before he dropped to his knees as they made it into the Avengers Tower. The other Avengers just came back from a mission as their eyes widened seeing Loki and Thor there. “What is he doing here?” Clint asked narrowing his eyes at Loki.

“My father has given him a punishment. Loki no longer holds his powers, and he’s mortal.” Thor explained. “Oh good then we can beat him to death.” Clint grinned. “No, I am in charge of my brother. He has to remain here so that he may become a hero.” Thor said sternly. “Loki? A Hero? Don’t you think that’s a little bit of a stretch there big guy?” Tony asked crossing his arms. “It doesn’t matter if Loki desires his powers back he will.” Thor explained as they all looked skeptical at the thought of Loki becoming what they were. “We’ll give him a chance.” Steve spoke. “But he isn’t going on missions, or anything. At least not right now.” He said as Thor nods. “I shall make sure he will be ready and help him to earn your trust.” Thor smiles.

Loki finally stood up on shaking knees feeling like he was cursed when he looked to Thor. “If I hated you before I was wrong. I hate you now.” He spat as Thor looked down to him. “I will not hesitate to end your existence. Everyone would be better off without you.” Thor hissed. “Then do it, you’d be doing me a favor.” Loki spat back as Thor froze for a moment making everyone grow quiet. “Just show me to your damn room.” Loki said feeling dizzy as Thor helped him stand. “I am fin–” Loki cut himself off as he held the ache that was settling in his stomach. “You know what… I need your help.” He murmured as the words feeling like poison in his mouth. Thor nods helping his brother as everyone watched wearily when Thor led him back to his room.

“How do you feel?” Thor asked placing a hand onto Loki who hissed softly. “Like I am dying, and I probably am not… Of course not. I shall never die.” He whispered as Thor frowns. “Do you desire death that much, brother?” Thor asked as Loki looked away. “Have your life be an entire lie Thor, then find out that not matter how hard you try and be the perfect son nothing you do shall ever be good enough. So I act out for attention, but then I let it consume me.” Loki spat as his eyes locked onto Thor’s before Loki immediately clamped a hand over his mouth. He would have lied his way out of this situation, but he can’t lie now that he doesn’t have his powers. Loki laid down onto the couch before sighing. “Just go back to your damn friends.” He said angrily.

“I can’t. Not when you are like this… How long has it been like this?” Thor asked reaching out to touch Loki who turned to face the back of the couch. “Years Thor. Everyone loves you, but they all despise my existence.” He said before biting his tongue not wanting to speak because he felt like he had no control over it. “They could learn to care for you just like you could learn to care for them, but you have to be willing to put in the effort.” Thor said sternly. “What choice do I have Thor?” Loki asked looking back to him. “I shall never regain my powers if I don’t.” Loki whispered as Thor looked at him in silence. “That’s all you want? Is your powers?” Thor asked softly. “I… I don’t know… Maybe if I’m not the God of Mischief I could be better.” Loki said.

The two brothers sat in silence when Loki looks at him. “I never thought I’d say this, but Thor… please help me. I don’t want to be this anymore. Consumed in the darkness.” He felt something burning in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. “I am tired of living in the shadows, always running from everyone.” He said as Thor smiles softly at his confession. “I shall do whatever it takes dear brother. We will help you into becoming something more.” Thor said before standing up. “There is a guest room here. You may stay there and you should rest dear brother. You have a thrilling day.” Thor chuckled softly. ‘You have no idea..’ Loki thought to himself before going back to the guest room as he laid down with a sigh.‘Please for the love of Gods let this all be a nightmare.’ Loki thought before passing out from exhaustion.

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(Loki x reader) Can’t sleep pt.5

A/N: I made this angsty, I apologise. I hope you guys like it tho! I’ll try to make the next chapter more fluffy 

Warning: Injuries/comatose, etc

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Loki sat on a discoloured uncomfortable chair in the hospital waiting room, silent and afraid. He hadn’t spoken for quite some time and Thor who was sitting next to him, was getting more and more concerned by the minute. Loki didn’t just feel sad, he felt numb. He felt helpless. He was so used to be able to do something to help. Now, all he could do was wait.

Thor put his hand on his brother’s shoulder hoping for some kind of reaction, even if it wasn’t a friendly one. He hadn’t moved, spoken, and had barely blinked for the past two hours of them waiting. He just wanted him to react to his contact and show some sign of movement, but he didn’t even stir. He simply stared at the floor, occasionally fidgeting with the skin of his cuticles which caused his fingers to bleed. Thor also felt helpless that he couldn’t do anything to help ease his brothers pain. That’s all anyone felt at this moment. Helplessness.

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HELA: Kneel. Before your queen.

THOR: Never!

LOKI: *loses wig*

This is actually pretty accurate to the source material.

The Mysterious Girl (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

Request: Hi can a request a fluffy Loki x reader fic where the reader is in a situation where she cannot talk often (maybe her voice causes glass to crack and shatter and people to fall unconscious) instead she uses actions to convey her feelings. when Loki arrives with his brother for redemption he tries to get her to talk by annoying her to no avail. They’re alone one time and the reader snaps telling him to stop; he falls unconscious and she cares for him until he comes to. Please and thank you!!

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1, 988

Warnings: None (I think)

A/N: First Loki imagine, wooo! I hope you all enjoy, especially all you Loki fans out there. It was a refreshing change to write about him, so I’m glad I got the chance! If you would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! FYI, (Y/E/C) means ‘your eye color.’ Enjoy!

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Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Loki was not happy. Not happy at all. Why wasn’t he happy? Because he was on Midguard. And what was wrong with being on Midguard? Thor, his brother was there. And he was stuck with him.

“Brother, do not worry. I’m sure that my comrades will not hate you. That much,” Thor comforted, slapping his brother on the back.

Stumbling forward, Loki looked back at his brother and scowled. “Oh, yes. I’m sure those mortals just love me after all that I did.”

Sighing, Thor looked at his brother. “You knew not what you were doing. Besides, you are repentant.”

“Am I?” Loki sassed back, earning a disapproving look from the ‘better’ sibling.

“Well, you will be. At least once they are through with you.”

Rolling his eyes, Loki trudged along beside his brother, looking up at the building. Sure, it was impressive for Midguard standards, but not for Asgard. If that was even his home anymore.

“Welcome, to the Avengers,” Thor announced, pushing open the glass doors with ease.

This will be just great, Loki thought to himself as he followed his oaf of a brother inside.

Well, could be going a lot worse, Loki thought as his brother’s teammates glared down at him.

“Why do we have to keep him here again?” Clint asked through gritted teeth, glaring at Loki. Hand tight on his bow, he never removed his eyes from the god.

“Look, I’m not excited about reindeer games being here either,” Tony grumbled.

“But there is no other option, apparently,” Nat finished the sentence, remembering all too well what she had to do to her best friend to get him out of his head.

“He is my brother,” Thor started, looking them all down. “You will be courteous to him, even if he is deserving of your hatred and spite.”

“He destroyed New York with an alien army,” Steve said, glaring at Loki.

“And tried to take over the world,” Bruce added.

“He’s adopted,” Thor said sheepishly, to which Loki rolled his eyes. Bored, Loki began to look over his foes- allies. Most of them Loki remembered. Some, were new. Like the man with the metal arm, the red man, the girl with glowing-red eyes, and many more. As Loki skimmed over his subjects- friends, his eyes landed on one girl in particular. She was odd, but not in the bad sense. She was odd in the sense that she was quiet, odd in the sense that she distanced herself from others. Curious, Loki continued to look at her, until she noticed and began blushing prominently. Her eyes darted towards Clint, and he saw immediately.

“You stay away from her,” Clint almost growled, moving in front of the odd girl. Loki did not care though. He was intrigued by this girl and wanted to know more. Wanted to know what she liked and disliked, why she was here. One way or another, Loki was going to know that girl.

Two months have passed since Loki arrived at the Avengers compound, and things were a little better. The others were talking to him now, and Loki wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. The company was nice from time to time, when they weren’t glaring at him. Loki always brushed them off though. Some people just don’t understand that he had changed.

Mainly, for her.

Loki had tried everything to talk to the girl. Anytime that he nearly got close to even saying hello, the mother hen swooped in between them.

“No way,” Clint growled one day, standing in front of the girl once more.

“I just want to talk to her, I’m not bad anymore,” Loki had pleaded.

Laughing, Clint shook his head. “Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it. And good luck talking to her anyway, she-”

But before the mother hen could even finish his sentence, the girl had tapped on his shoulder. The girl had obviously communicated to the arrow man, Loki just did not understand how. She didn’t move her lips, but rather her hands. When Loki first saw this, he thought she was doing magic.

“Are you a sorceress?” Loki had asked in amazement, to which Clint glared him down, offended.

“Out.” He demanded, and Loki quickly made his way out, not wanting to find out what would happen to him if mother hen got any angrier.

So Loki’s quest to talk to the mysterious girl continued, always trying to get close to her. Over the two months that he had been there, he had learned three things about the beautiful and mysterious girl:

1) She did not like mornings. Her face scrunched up in the cutest of ways whenever she was woken up before 9 a.m.

2) Her favorite color was green, or so Loki assumed. She always wore some article of green, whether it be the oversized green sweatshirt she stole from the man with the metal arm or her green shoes, which she wore everywhere. 

3) She loved movies, more than life itself apparently. Whenever Loki was looking for her to talk to her (before mother hen showed up), she was sitting in the room with the screen, a different movie on it each time he saw her. Some days it would be little cartoons dancing and singing across the screen, others it would be miniature people falling in love. Without fail though, Loki noticed that every Friday night she watched the same movie, over and over. One with a half fish-half human hybrid and her colorful fish friends.

With each new little tidbit of information about the girl, Loki grew more and more interested. Loki not only thought about her all day, but even dreamed about being able to talk to the beautiful girl, face to face. Just when Loki was about to give up on all hope of ever speaking to the girl, a bit of luck was finally in Loki’s favor.

The heroic team was heading off on a mission, one where they needed almost every member, except for the mysterious girl. Loki, jumping at the opportunity to speak with her, helped pack everyone’s bags that night. To the team, he seemed just a bit too happy.

“Are you sure we can leave him here, Thor?” Steve had asked, glancing at Loki.

“Believe it or not, he is acting a lot better,” Thor commented as he put everyone’s luggage onto the quinjet.

“Yes, but he will be here all alone,” Tony added. The girl, apparently did not like that for she stomped her foot in defiance.

Thor had saw her little foot stomp and smiled. “He will not be alone, (Y/N) will be here.”

Aha! Her name! Loki thought, adding another piece to the puzzle.

Laughing, Clint put his supplies in the quinjet. “Yeah, if anyone can handle him, it's  (Y/N).”

This seemed to have made (Y/N) happy, for she nodded her head in triumph.

“I’ll be good,” Loki started, causing everyone to look at him. “Promise.”

“We shall see, brother,” Thor said, clapping his hand on his brother’s shoulder, causing Loki to lose his footing for a moment. “If not, well, you’ll be in for a shock. (Y/N), take care of him for me. Don’t let him get into too much mischief.”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded at Thor, waving the team goodbye.

“That’s no fair,” Loki grumbled to himself. “I’m the god of mischief. It’s literally what I do.”

As soon as the quinjet had disappeared over the horizon, (Y/N) had went back into the compound. Not wanting to lose her in the maze of halls and corridors, Loki followed right after her.

“So,” Loki started, falling into step with her. “Just you and me.”

All she did was quirk up an eyebrow at him before continuing on her way.

“Right. Silent treatment. Well, that has never stopped me before,” Loki continued as he followed her into the room with the screen. Lighting up at the opportunity, Loki walked over to the shelves full of discs.

“Shall we watch one?” Loki asked, digging through the movies. “I’ve never actually seen one of these ‘movies.’ What do you recommend?”

He was met with silence. Smile faltering a bit, because literally the girl of his dreams would not talk to him, he turned back to the shelf. Finding something somewhat familiar, Loki held out the case to her. “How about this?”

Looking back, her whole face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically, causing Loki to smile. “Okay,” Loki said, looking at the title before putting the disc into the strange contraption. “The Little Mermaid it is.”

Moving towards the couch, Loki sat down next to her. Trying to control his breathing, he constantly found himself looking at (Y/N) throughout the movie, committing every detail of her to memory. Loki did this so often that he ended up missing the movie.

“Wait, why is the fish-girl having problems with her father?” Loki asked. No answer.

“Why is the crab singing to her? Life is not better down where it’s wetter. You’re wet all the time. Plus there are sharks, nasty little creatures. Worst than bildshnipe, I hear. Or at least Thor tells me.” No answer.

“OH NO, A SHARK!” No answer.

“Don’t go near the evil squid lady. Why would you go near the evil squid lady?” No answer.

All this time, (Y/N) never answered. She did seem to be getting more and more annoyed, though.

“Wait, why does she need to kiss the Prince? To get her voice back? That is highly unlikely, magic does not work like-”

“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!” The girl shouted. A ringing noise sounded through the room, and before Loki even knew it, he was out cold.

Blinking away the black spots in his vision, Loki was met with a pounding headache. Staring up at the ceiling, Loki started to feel alarmed until he felt something moving through his hair. Looking around, Loki was soon met with the most beautiful pair of (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. What made them even more beautiful was that they were your eyes.

“What happened?” Loki groaned, trying to sit up. He was soon pushed back down by (Y/N) so that his head lay on her lap. She held up a finger as if to say ‘one moment’ and grabbed the nearest notebook and pen she could find. Sprawling out her message with one hand and combing through his hair with the other, she finally had written out her message:

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you out. I’m an enhanced and my voice knocks people out, especially when I yell. I didn’t mean to make you pass out.’

Reading the message, Loki began to smile. “It’s alright, Love. You didn’t mean to. I’m just glad that we are finally communicating.”

Blushing at his words, she began to write out another message.

‘I get that, now. I mean, who talks during a movie?’

It was Loki’s turn to blush now as he read your note. “Sorry, I am not familiar with proper movie etiquette. But I’d love to learn.”

Smiling, she wrote down her next message.

'I’d love to teach you, if you gave me a chance. Then you can ask all the questions you want, whether about me or the movie.’

“Sounds absolutely, perfect, Love,” Loki said with a smile. The pounding in his head had finally stopped, and Loki was able to sit up now, but he didn’t want to leave her gentle caresses just yet.

'Can you sit back up yet?’ She wrote out, quirking another eyebrow up at him.

“No,” Loki lied. “Not yet. Still hurts.” She nodded at his answer and continued to card her fingers through his black hair, leaving Loki in a bliss. Well, he was the god of mischief, after all. What else was he going to do, except lie a little to stay with the girl of his dreams?

anonymous asked:

Can you do a headcanons where your pregnant with Loki's child ples?

Originally posted by god-of-my-heart

  • Loki doesn’t like the idea of being a father, at least at first
  • He doesn’t think that he will be capable to raise a child and to explain them all the bad stuff he ever did
  • So his reaction is… you know…
  • “I don’t know if we can have this baby”
  • After a lot of fight, and long days of Loki ignoring the fact that you are pregnant (but thinking about it nonstop), he talks to you
  • He tells you all about his insecurity, how he never thought he would have a kid someday, how he’s “literally the worst person to build a family with”, etc
  • And you tell him how much you love him, how he may not become the best dad ever, but that he will fall in love with the baby and will do anything for him/her
  • It’s a slow process, but eventually Loki accepts the pregnancy and gets more excited about it
  • Sometimes you wake up to him chatting with your belly, talking as if he could hear the baby answering him
  • You secretly let Frigga know about the baby - you tell her in a secret trip to Asgard (let’s pretend that she’s not dead, alright? She was important for Loki)
  • And of course she tells Odin
  • So it’s kind of a surprise for Loki when she shows up, giving him a little blanket for the baby - identical to the one he used to have when he was only a little child
  • “This is a present from me and from your dad. You can bring your child to Asgard whenever you want”
  • And of course Loki will never go back to Asgard, but he also can’t keep the kid away from Frigga
  • So he just smiles, sadly
  • “You will be a lovely grandmother”
  • Through the whole pregnancy, Loki has to do his best and fight against not only the voices inside his head, but also the nightmares
  • Nightmares of you not surviving the childbirth, or him doing something terrible to the kid
  • He’s afraid
  • But he’s also so happy to see you happy and with a beautiful belly growing up
  • Loki gives you free rein to choose the baby’s name
  • “It doesn’t matter if is a boy or a girl, you can choose the name, darling”
  • He tries to be one of those guys who’s there for their girls when they have morning sickness, but sometimes he just can’t
  • Which doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you
  • He gets pretty worried, especially when you tell him you’re with a headache or something
  • Overall, I think it would be a very hard but nice experience
  • There would be problems, and fights, and Loki would lose his mind sometimes because he’s overthinking like hell
  • But at the end, when he sees the face of his little daughter for the very first time, everything becomes brighter
  • Like you said, he falls in love with her
  • And he now has another reason to fight against his demons