“Are you insane?” Tony couldn’t believe what he was hearing when Thor suggested sending you to Asgard to finish your training and rightfully so. “We can’t just ship her off to your demented brother!”
“Loki is not as he was when you last saw him. He’s changed and I wouldn’t trust him with this if I thought he would betray me.” Thor looked at you warmly and you flashed an encouraging smile at him. “This may be our-her only opportunity to make the best of her abilities.”
“Thor, I know he’s your brother, but this can’t possibly be the best option.” Natasha said, trying to reason with the god. “We’ve got state of the art facilities here that we can reinforce-”
“So that she can destroy it a bit slower? Y/N has powers that you here on Midgard are unable to accommodate. We cannot punish her for something she has not yet learned to control.” Thor tried to reason with them but it felt like it was all falling on deaf ears.
Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. Jane, Darcy, and Thor)
Content/Warnings: humor; some fluff/angst
Words: 2478
A/N: Weeellll this turned out way longer than expected. Tons of buildup, dramatic Loki, this fic has it all. Probably one I’ll end up continuing, but don’t quote me on that. It was a request from @alexisbeck23 for 17. You have a compass on your body that leads you to where your soulmate is.
Your compass had always spun. Directionless, pointless, useless – you knew what it meant when someone didn’t have a functioning soulmate compass. It meant that they didn’t have a soulmate. It was rare, sure, but not unheard of. There was even a foundation created for those with non-functioning compasses, in order to give them a chance of marriage and a somewhat normal life. While the rest of your friends went on trips, tracking down their soulmates once they graduated high school, you stayed behind and went to college earlier than normal.
A few years after you graduated college, you considered joining the Directionless Foundation in order to find someone who you may want to settle down with. Your parents had encouraged you to do so for years, pity in their eyes whenever anyone discussed soulmates around you. You hated it. You weren’t sick, or stupid, or anything of the sort – you just didn’t have a soulmate! People could live without one, but you would have thought differently from the looks your parents gave you. You were on the edge of deciding to join the foundation when the most unlikely thing happened – your compass locked.
You happened to glanced down at it when it happened. One moment it was spinning uselessly, and the next, it stilled, pointing off to your left. You were frozen, staring down at the compass with your jaw unhinged. Of one thing you were certain – no one who was directionless ever, ever got another soulmate. That was just how it worked. Next thing you knew, you were calling one of your best friends, Darcy Lewis.
“Hey dude, what’s up?” She greeted lazily.
“My compass locked,” You said numbly, still in shock.
Day 1 without Mjolnir: Thor throws a remote at his brother.
Day 2 without Mjolnir: Thor throws his brother at some guards.
2 weeks without Mjolnir: Thor throws increasingly improbable items about desperately hoping to find one that returns to him. Utter destruction lies in his wake.
It occurs to me to add: Loki is actually very much like Mjolnir. Not only is he an effective projectile weapon, but no matter how far he strays, he’ll always come back to Thor.
This chart is for disaster individuals and disaster individuals alone, if you do your laundry in a timely manner and can easily talk to waiters don’t interact
First: the endless moment of falling through the Void, knocked free of the Bifrost and oh this was familiar, the awful silence, the nothingness. No, Loki thought. Not this. Please, not this.
Second: the crash. Falling out of the Void and into somewhere else, toward something, and he hit ground hard and lay there gasping, dazed, and unutterably relieved.
Only third did he realize that there was a good foot and a half of sword sticking out of his body.
Some people wanted the Commander to get what he was longing for, so here is is. I am not too happy with this, but such is life, Likes and reblogs are love.
It’s late and the day
has been long. Really fucking long. All
he wants is to climb into bed and sleep, and tonight he’s almost sure he won’t
have nightmares because he has no energy for them.
Through his office, he
plods and slowly climbs the ladder to his loft. As he turns toward his bed, he
stops dead in tracks. His mouth literally
falls open, and he drops the damp towel in his hand.
Because the Inquisitor is
lying on his bed. Bare-fucking-naked. His throat goes dry, and his heart starts thumping in his chest.
“I – Inquisitor,” he croaks. “W-what can I do for you?”
Oh, smooth,
Rutherford. Yes. She’s here for your opinion on the finer points of
advanced siege tactics!
“Commander,” the Inquisitor slides off the bed and stands
up. She smiles at him and sashays toward him, swinging those curvy hips and
making her plump, pert breasts bounce. He’s
transfixed — he can’t move or speak. She
stops in front of him and tosses back her long dark hair, her blue eyes
sparkling. “It’s not about what you can
do for me — it’s what I can do for you.”
Recovering from his shock, Cullen raises a brow. “And that
is?”
The Inquisitor takes a slim finger and runs it down the
center of his broad chest, the nail rasping against his chest hair. She tilts
her head, watching him from beneath lowered lashes. The movement exposes her throat, long, slender, and pale. He wants to
kiss her there, to find her pulse point and mark her there.
“Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we were going to fight
side-by-side forever, but at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me
and… oh, maybe there’s still good in you but… let’s be honest, our
paths diverged a long time ago.”
Maker's Breath 