burned in a feathering pyre,2.6k, loki and thor, another AU suggested by professional enabler @portraitoftheoddity
Thor
woke up to Loki slapping him across the face.
“Now look what you’ve done,” he
hissed. “Look where your reckless idiocy has gotten us this time!”
Thor sat up, groaning. Memory swam
in slowly – he’d been in Jotunheim, then on the Bifrost, bloodlust high and
shouting at his father – at the All-Father. Oh, Norns. He looked around and
saw blasted scrublands, sun beating down on his shoulders. His armor was gone,
and he felt weak. Thirsty.
You are unworthy of the loved ones
you have betrayed, Thor
remembered, and turned to stare at Loki.
“You…what have you done?”
“The mortal crime of attempting to
defend you,” Loki snapped. He stood up with only a slight wince, looking
upwards. “I did tell you how monstrously stupid of an idea it was.
Going to Jotunheim-” His voice hitched oddly, and he cut off. Thor shook his
head and stood up.
“Heimdall!” He shouted. “Heimdall!
Open the Bifrost!”
Loki wheeled on him. “Do you not
understand the concept of exile, Thor? We’ve been cast out of Asgard, until such
time as the All-Father should decide we have learned our lesson.”
“What lesson?” Thor asked blankly.
“Damned if I know,” Loki growled.
“He did not see fit to inform me.”
Asgard was – overwhelming. Not necessarily in a bad way, it was just – a lot to absorb, and a lot going on, and everything was so bright. Steve was finding it all hard to absorb and even harder to process, not sure he was even past the stage of I’m a diplomat on an alien planet part. (If Bucky heard about this – Steve shut that thought down, ruthlessly.)
They were on their fifth feast in four nights and he’d managed to slip out, begging a need for fresh air and managing to fend off three offers (two women, one man) to accompany him. Steve exhaled in relief, safely outdoors, letting his feet wander without paying too much attention, watching the horizon. He did not realize until he took a deep breath and smelled a fragrance heavy enough to make his head spin that he’d wandered into a garden. ‘Garden’ seemed inadequate, though, for something like this – lush and half wild, but even Steve could tell that it was carefully tended, deliberately nurtured. A flower that shaded from purple at its center out to white closed as he brushed by it with a sound like wind-chimes; he could see one of the vines moving, curling tendrils around a trellis like a snake.
well I was just going to write a headcanon response to this only then I ended up writing 1.8k of a fic for it so uh…here’s that instead? v 2.0 of time traveling sad Thor, because…I guess that’s a thing I really want a lot of
the hairpin turn, thor & loki, infinity war spoilers
Loki paced the confines of his glass cage, waiting.
All was going according to plan, but nervous energy still buzzed through him. He could keep it controlled – keep it suppressed – but he couldn’t deny that it was there. Compelling him to go over and over the details, again and again. Thor was…a not entirely unexpected wrinkle. He wouldn’t create any problems Loki couldn’t deal with, not on his own. He might even be a help, considering his temper.
He heard the door open and turned, smoothing his face to a mask. He’d expected a visitor; the only question was who. And what tortures SHIELD’s Director would try on him.
The man standing in front of him was not an agent of SHIELD.
“Thor,” Loki said coolly. “I wasn’t expecting you to visit so soon. Are you here on your own behalf or on a mortal leash?”
Thor said nothing. He took a step forward, something strange in his expression. In his eyes. No-
For a moment, Loki thought that Thor’s eyes were mismatched. One blue, one brown. He drew back.
This is a series of Loki one shots that began with ‘How To Seduce A Writer’, inspired by the piece by Neil Gaiman.
OC (unnamed thus far) is a virgin who is also a struggling writer. When faced with rejection due to her lack of real life experience, her path crosses with Loki’s who is condemned by Odin to repent on Midgard. Knowing that the OC holds the sole key to his escape, he whisks her away to an isolated mansion. And so, with both parties holding intentions of their own, they enter a game of love and seduction. She, for her writing and him, for his escape. However, it isn’t long before it becomes very clear that despite their resistance, perhaps love isn’t quite the game they had thought it would be after all.
Prompt + Summary: “Okay…this is new,” Dark World AU. I’m not saying anymore.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom(s): Marvel, MCU, Tom Hiddleston
Warnings: Fluff, a bit of heavy petting, spoilers for the last season of Friends
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“You what?” You stared at the agents in front of you incredulously. “He’s – he’s what? With me?”
“Lady Y/N,” Thor interjected “My brother is serving his punishment for New York, but with the death of our mother he isn’t safe on Asgard,”
“He isn’t safe in your magical jail cell!? What did he do, kill the woman!?” You snapped, your brain refusing to compute the information from the Agents. Thor’s face softened into an appeasing smile.
“Not at all. He is distraught. I have discussed with the other agents and we have decided that he should finish his punishment on Midgard.”
“We think it would be beneficial for Loki to have something to focus his, ah, energy on,” Agent Coulson added in a careful tone, it took everything you had not to turn on him and bite his head off, especially when he had been on the receiving end of Loki’s stick.
“Fine. I can understand that but why me?” You whined, the battle of New York was still fresh in your mind and you were nowhere near forgiving Thor’s demonic little brother for the trouble he had caused.
At which point Agent Romanoff felt it was her time to speak up
“Y/N, you’re tracking gamma signals similar to those given off by the Tesseract, no one knows that thing better than Loki,”
“Incorrect,” you butt in before she could win you over with a reasonable argument “There’s Rogers or Banner!”
“You know they’re on standby for missions,” she spoke gently, reaching out for your shoulder. You flinched away.
“I can do it by myself,”
“You need help,”
“Not from him!”
“You don’t have a choice,” Another voice joined the small argument between Thor, Coulson, Natasha and yourself.
“Mister Stark,” you said politely, but through gritted teeth, as Iron Man himself waltzed down the staircase and joined the three agents trying to ruin your life. “Agent Y/L/N, sweetheart. I’m assuming Point Break has broken the news?” Stark let out a small laugh at his own joke.
“Hey!” Thor protested. Tony ignored him.
“I’m taking that look as a yes. Sorry, Y/N, but you really don’t have a choice this time,” Stark said in that insufferable voice that told you not to argue with him.
“Please Tony, please don’t make me do this. I can handle the research by myself, please, I’d rather struggle than cope with him. I had friends who died in that battle. Don’t make me live with the cause of their death,” you had always sworn that you were beyond begging, but at that moment you would have done whatever it would take to get out of this.
“Y/N, don’t be difficult. If one of the Avengers were around to babysit Reindeer Games then we would, but we aren’t. And you’re our most trusted Agent and a member of the intelligence team, plus I know you kick mean butt,”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Stark,”
“No, but your job on the line might,” he said it so casually it made your blood boil, especially when he walked away planting a kiss on your cheek.
“Good luck with the research, Y/N,”
Absolutely smarting you turned to Thor, jabbing a shaking finger in his chest. “Fine. But he sleeps on the couch.”
As it turned out, Loki did not sleep on the couch. He was released from his handcuffs once inside your small camper-van and Thor read shakily from an Asgardian book, placing a spell on Loki that stopped him from leaving the van. He rubbed his wrists from the shackles, sent Thor and you a scowl that made you want to drop dead and stalked straight into the only other room in the van – your bedroom – and promptly slammed the door.
bring back what once was mine,1.3k, time-travel fix-it feat. thor & loki, inspired more or less by this edit, this is basically a whole genre by now so here’s my (short) contribution
Loki stood frozen (ha) staring at the plinth on which his doom rested.
He didn’t want to know. (He needed to know.) All he had to do was reach out and take it and he’d be certain of what he already knew. If only he could make his hands lift to do it.
“Loki,” said a low voice behind him, sounding as though it was about to break, “don’t.”
He jumped, whirling, magic coming to his hands. “Who are you,” he snarled, immediately on the offensive. “You should not be in here,” though his voice died halfway through, staring. The man in front of him looked as battered as though he’d come directly from a battle. He held himself with the exhaustion of the same. His eyes were mismatched, one brown and one blue, hair shorn. He held an axe in one hand, and even at this distance Loki could feel the power thrumming through it.
I am frail, be you forgiving,1.7k, thor & loki, post-infinity war fix it fic obviously, no real content warnings just a lot of feelings
I wasn’t intending to write any fic from these inbox messages but, well, some of them walked up and bit me so…here’s the first of a few (hopefully) short fics.
All was well. Thanos was beaten, the universe set to rights, all of the evil undone. By rights, Thor should be happy. By rights, he should be at peace.
He was not.
The first time he woke in a cold sweat from a vivid, violent dream of his people’s slaughter, Heimdall’s death, the crack of Loki’s neck breaking, he laid alone in his bed, staring at the ceiling and taking deep breaths to calm himself, shame biting deep. He felt the urge, bone-deep, to rise and walk, but he knew where his steps would take him.
…and this is the au you’re choosing for that? I mean, I question your choice but YOU DO YOU. let’s see here, chronological order for what’s been written (so far):
Maker's Breath 