Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene they’re writing* babe, i’m not sure if this would actually work?
Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood coming off them* it works baby, you’re doing great
I love this, I love all of this, but quick question, does the author know? Like are they aware that their significant other is a serial killer or do they just think that they have a morbid sense of humor? It’d be even funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like how Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly gullible, and on top of it they’re a horror or crime novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop or something so it’s completely normal for them to come home smelling like blood, no murders going on here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home from a long day at work.
Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed to get their first book published, with loving support from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all the murder scenes, and it’s a big hit. Enough so that a detective with the local police department has noticed some disturbing similarities to several active cases, including details that were never released to the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior and convinces him that there’s something to the theory, but it’s all circumstantial right now. He stakes out the author’s home and is super convinced that the author is the murderer, but they don’t seem to do anything??? Like they literally are at the house all day, that’s it. Most they do is leave for groceries.
So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the author for creative murder schemes, the author being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and finally the detective who is just so sure that the author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long enough he’ll FINALLY have proof.
I have returned from the dead after many moons to bring you Part III.
Part 1 Part 2
It’s quiet for a moment, the kind of silence that hangs in the air, before all hell breaks loose. Thor is practically screaming as he demands more answers, and Captain America makes it his job to try to calm the man down, placing himself between me and the god. I see Agent Hill off in the corner furiously typing away on her computer. She’s no doubt upset over missing such a big detail in my background. Fury takes a few steps towards me, and he attempts to give me a look he probably thinks is intimidating.
“What do you mean you’re his wife? Loki has never been to Earth before the destroyer, and you are most definitely not a god.”
I can’t help the smile that slides across my lips, and a small laugh leaves me as I put my hands up in defense, silencing Thor’s little tantrum.
“To be fair, I’m only his wife on paper. I doubt he has any real affection for me, so don’t worry about that.
Thor furrows his brow, a confused look on his face.
“Explain.”
I sigh, leaning back in my chair as though I’m already bored with this conversation.
“Two years ago, The Allfather tried to engage Loki to one of the princesses of Alfheim to broker an alliance with them. The hope was that it would squash a rebellion uprising. As you well know, Loki is not a fan of being used as a tool, so…” I pause, shrugging my shoulders. “You can’t marry off someone who is already married. I promise you, he harbors no love for me. He didn’t even have the decency to tell me he was back.”
My words turn sour at the end, still a bit upset he hadn’t told me he wasn’t dead. Thor calms as he processes the information, nodding his head as though it makes sense. Natasha, who had been silently observing up until this point, draws my attention.
“He might not love you, but you absolutely love him.”
The amused smile on my face softens a bit, and I nod, deciding not to use any energy trying to deny it.
“Yes. I do.”
She shakes her head, confusion clear on her face.
“How could you love him when he doesn’t care about you or anyone else?”
I grin, shrugging my shoulders again.
“What can I say? I’ve got daddy issues.”
Thor squares his shoulders, and somehow he manages to make himself seem even larger than before.
“Take heed how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he is my brother.”
Natasha does miss a beat, looking up at the god, unimpressed.
“He killed 80 people in 2 days.”
Thor pauses, shoulders slumping slightly in embarrassment.
Shortly after, Fury deems me a liability and orders me to be locked away. However, instead of the solitary cell I was expecting, I’m surprised to be led into a room with one large, round glass cage with an amused God of Mischief sitting inside. I groan loudly as I piece together the hero's plan in my head.
“I already told you all, this won’t work. He’s not going to tell me anything, and I’m most certainly not going to ask! The last time I pushed him, I woke up to a spider dangling over my face, and I refuse to do that again.”
Loki chuckles softly, stepping back against the wall of the cage as the guards demand before I am shoved inside. I trip over my own feet, landing on my hip, and that only seems to make the God laugh a bit louder. The cuffs are finally taken off of me, and I rub my wrists as the door seals behind me, shooting a look at Loki.
“Oh, go ahead and laugh. I almost just broke my neck, but yeah. Chuckle away.”
The god rolls his eyes, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me up forcefully.
“Calm your dramatics, pet. I would not have let you die so foolishly.”
I let out a deep sigh, rubbing my eyes as the adrenaline from the last 24 hours starts to leave my body.
“Oh, by the way, Thor knows we're married now.”
The grip on my arm tightens for a moment before he releases me entirely, a steely expression on his face.
“I see.”
I yawn, waving my hand dismissively and find my way to the only piece of furniture in the cage, a short metal bench against one of the walls, bolted firmly into the ground.
“Don’t worry about it, though. I explained the whole situation and how there were no emotions on your side. Just another one of your crazy plans to get out of something you didn’t want to do. Your reputation is intact.”
Loki frowns, watching as I somehow find a comfortable position on the bench, throwing my arm over my eyes to try and block out some of the blinding light in the room. I can hear him pacing back and forth across the cage, his pace slow and methodical. It works almost like a melody, helping me to relax and eventually doze off.
An explosion rocks the helicarrier, sending me sprawling to the floor once again, and I sit up, looking around in a daze. It’s not even a moment later before I’m once again being yanked up by my arm and dragged out of the glass box.
“What the fu-”
Loki’s hand goes over my mouth, and he shoots me a look, keeping me held tight against him while an illusion takes his place in the cage. I huff, mulling over my chances of him letting me go if I were to lick his hand, when a loud shout is heard, followed by the god of thunder tumbling into the cage we had just escaped from. Loki grins, tilting his head.
“Are you ever going to not fall for that?”
Thor glares at his brother, rearing back his hammer and slamming it against the glass. I flinch as a crack forms, the whole cage rattling, but it holds. Loki only grows more cocky, pulling his hand away from my mouth, but keeping me close to him.
“The humans think us immortal. Shall we test that?”
He pulls me with him to the control panel, looking it over for a moment, before we hear the sound of a body hitting the floor, and Agent Coulson steps into the room, brandishing a rather large and oddly shaped gun.
“Move away, please.”
Loki’s cocky expression fades, and his grip on me slowly releases as his hands rise in the air. Coulson continues taking steps forward, pushing both of us back and away from the control panel. He gestures to the weapon in his hands, a small smile on his face.
“We started working on the prototype after you sent the destroyer. Even I don’t know what it does. Wanna find out?”
I swallow hard as he boots up the weapon, a sharp tone sounding in the air as it seems to charge up. I take a half step in front of Loki, hoping he’d be less likely to shoot if it had to go through me, when Coulson gasps loudly and crumbles to the ground. The Loki behind me vanishes, and I haven’t the slightest clue when the real Loki and the illusion switched places. I swallow hard, and, instead of moving back towards the God’s side as he beckons me, I move to Coulson, trying my best to stop the bleeding from the tear the staff had made through his chest.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Loki’s jaw clicks into place at my disobedience, and he makes his way back to the control panel. He opens the drop hatch, air rushing into the space and making it harder to keep steady pressure on Coulson. The two gods make eye contact, and Loki hesitates for only a moment before pressing the button, sending the cage and Thor plummeting down to Earth. Loki turns his attention back to me, making his way over swiftly and pulling me away.
“It’s time to go, pet.”
I frown, trying to pull away from him, if only to wrap something tightly around Coulson’s wound before leaving, when a soft voice sounds through the room.
“You’re going to lose.”
Loki turns his attention to the dying man on the floor, cocking a brow confidently.
“Why?”
Coulson swallows hard, his breaths obviously painful and incredibly shallow as he speaks.
“It’s in your nature.”
Loki chuckles, shaking his head with a small grin as he steps forward.
“You’re heroes are scattered. Your floating fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?”
Coulson takes a deeper breath, shifting just slightly as he stares down the God.
“You lack conviction.”
This seems to hit a nerve for Loki. His cocky smile disappears, and his grip on my arm tightens.
“I don’t think I-”
In the next second, a high-pitched hum sounds through the room, and the weapon in Coulson’s hands discharges, hitting Loki square in the chest and my bicep. The pain is instant, searing my flesh like I just shoved it straight into a campfire. The force sends both of us blasting backwards. Tears roll down my face despite my struggle to blink them away, and I curl up in a ball on instinct, letting out little gasps of pain. Loki seems significantly less injured, his armor having protected him from the laser-like blast. He takes a moment to catch his breath before standing up, not wasting a moment before lifting me from my crumpled position on the ground. His strides are quick and careful, almost as if he were trying not to jostle me around too much. I do my best to keep quiet when normally I’d be giving him all kinds of shit for getting me involved in his chaos. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a joking mood right now anyway.
It isn’t long before we make it to another aircraft perched on the hull of the helicarrier. Whoever the pilot is, doesn’t waste a second; the moment Loki has both feet inside, it's taking off. Loki sets me down on one of the benches, and I swallow hard, my head swimming, and I’m starting to think I hit my head at some point when I was thrown. Loki takes a seat next to me, on the side of my bad arm, and holds out his hand.
“Let me see it.”
I shake my head, pulling my arm tighter to my body. I’ve decided I’m still upset with him over Coulson. After all, he was the only one who treated me like a person and not a tool while the Avengers had me.
“Mm good, thanks.”
Loki lets out a breath through his nose, grabbing my wrist and pulling my arm away from my body.
“That was not a request, pet. You forget your place, and I will not hesitate to remind you of it if you disobey me again.”
I grit my teeth, turning my head away from him, but don’t pull away. He turns my arm in a few directions before gently wrapping one of his hands around the burn. I gasp sharply, but he doesn’t let up, keeping a firm hold on my seared flesh. Slowly, ever so slowly, the sharp pain dulls to an ache, and the burnt area around my arm heals significantly. There's still some major damage, but nothing that won’t heal within a week or two. Loki slowly releases his grip, conjuring some bandages as he starts to wrap them around my bicep.
“It will scar, but it is no longer open to infection. You mortals are so fragile, and I still have plans for you, pet.”
I purse my lips, pulling my arm away once he releases me, and bring my knees up to my chest. I opt not to respond, staring at the floor of the aircraft. I have a million different questions in my mind, but I’ll be damned if I ask them before I’ve given him the proper cold shoulder. He watches me for a moment, his lips quirking in an amused smirk before taking a seat.
“Pouting, are we? You have not ignored me like this since you were a child.”
I purse my lips, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. This only makes his grin widen, and he leans back, chuckling.
“I wonder how long you’ll last this time? You always did drop this charade fairly quickly. I have no doubts this will be any different. I am a patient God, after all.”
I clench my jaw, pulling my legs tighter to my chest as I breathe out loudly. Well, the joke's on him. I grew up to be a petty bitch, and I’ll be damned if I’m the one who cracks first between the two of us.
Alright, here we go. I made a part 2. Honestly, this didn't end up going where I thought it would, but I'm not mad about it.
Let me know if you guys would be interested in part 3. I'm not sure where I'd go from here, so drop some ideas too. Lol.
Part 1 Part 3
Agent Hill doesn’t take long to find me on the street. I have no doubt there’s some sort of tracking device on me. Shield provided everything I’m wearing, so it only seems natural. She gives me a disapproving look before cuffing my hands in front of me and leading me back to the jet. I smile the whole way there, not bothered that my actions could label me a traitor. I take my seat in the jet, leaning my head back against the wall, and close my eyes as I replay the last few hours in my head. It’s not until I hear the cocky tone of Tony Starks voice that I open them again. Scanning the group, I almost snort as my eyes land on a detained Loki, and a wide grin spreads across my face.
“Well, well, well. You know, if you wanted to see me again, all you had to do was ask. There was no reason to go and get yourself arrested.”
He scoffs at me, sending a sharp glare, but there’s amusement in his tone as he sits beside me.
“Silence yourself, pet.”
I snicker, crossing my legs, and purse my lips in a small smile.
“Yes sir.”
The rest of the so-called Avengers load onto the bus, Natasha taking the driver's seat as the others linger nearby, keeping an eye on the two of us. The first thirty minutes of the flight go by quickly. Stark and Rogers continue to send glances our way, muttering amongst themselves. I’m sure they’re gossiping, but I’m more focused on the god sitting next to me than them. He seems lost in thought, and I reach out with my mind, poking at his to see if he’ll let me in. He sends a glance my way, a small, almost unnoticeable quirk on his lips, before he pushes me out. I pout softly, huffing as I scrunch my nose. My tantrum is short-lived. In the next moment, a bolt of lightning shoots across the sky, making me jump. I quickly turn to Loki, sharing a look with him before I bubble out a laugh.
“Oh, absolutely not. I’m moving to the other side of the jet. Good luck with that.”
He scowls at me, trying to grab onto my clothes to keep me from leaving, but misses me as I dart my way across the aisle. Stark and Rogers turn their attention to us, and the captain stares at my patron closely.
“What’s the matter? Scared of a little lightning.”
I almost cackle loudly, grinning at the god as he shifts uncomfortably; the two of us already know what’s coming.
“I’m not overly fond of what follows.”
I hum in amusement, shaking my head and wrapping my arms around the seat harness.
“You boys may want to hold on.”
The jet shakes violently as something lands on top of it. Stark puts on his mask, moving to the hatch, and opening it. The wind whips through the jet, and It only takes a second before a blonde man falls onto the opened door. The next moments are a blur. Before I know it, Loki is being ripped from his seat and practically thrown from the jet. Stark steps up to the door, Rogers not far behind him.
“Stark, we need a plan of attack!”
The man hesitates for a moment, glancing back at the captain.
“I have a plan. Attack.”
I blink as he flies off, disbelief on my face.
“Well, he really is a great team player, isn’t he.”
Rogers sighs heavily, glancing in my direction before pulling on a parachute. Natasha looks back at him from her seat, getting ready to turn the jet around to land.
“I’d sit this one out, cap. These guys come from legend. They’re basically gods.”
Steve grabs his shield, turning to walk towards the open hatch.
“There’s only one god, ma’am. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.”
He doesn’t hesitate, jumping from the jet in the next second. I frown, annoyed at how he practically discounted my religion and many others.
“That’s rude. I hope his chute messes up, and he hits a few trees on the way down.”
I hear Natasha chuckle from the front, and my ego gets a little boost from making her laugh.
It takes around thirty minutes for the three men to come crawling back with Loki in tow. They all look a little worse for wear, but I chuckle at Loki’s appearance. His clothes and hair are disheveled, with sticks and leaves sticking to him.
“Welcome back, dear. Did you enjoy your camping trip? I hope you had a nice boy's night out.”
He glares at me, huffing as he sits beside me again.
“Enough of your taunting, pet.”
I hum in amusement but say nothing else, instead using the rest of the trip to pick the bits and pieces from his hair and clothes. Thor gives me a confused look, not expecting his brother to let anyone so close to him, especially a mortal.
“Brother, who is this?”
Loki rolls his eyes, pursing his lips as he pushes my hands away.
“An annoying pest who doesn’t know the meaning of personal space.”
I fake gasp, holding my hand to my heart.
“I’m wounded! And here I was, thinking I’m your favorite devotee. How silly of me.”
The god of mischief hums in agreement, but I feel a reassuring presence in my mind. He’s purposefully being cold to me, not wanting to give the heroes any ammunition to use against him. Thor seems content with the answer and turns his attention elsewhere.
My head falls back to lean over the chair I’m sitting in, boredom filling my mind. The moment we stepped off the ship, Loki and I were separated. He was escorted to some fancy prison cell while I was to attend the debriefing with the rest of the heroes. Fury was growing increasingly frustrated with me, wanting to know precisely everything that was said after my comm was destroyed. I groan loudly as he presses me for the millionth time.
“I already told you everything that happened!”
Fury clenches his fists, grinding his teeth as he takes a breath.
“We know there's more to it. We have the security footage. Hill, pull it up on the monitor.”
The agent does as she’s told, the moment playing for everyone to see. I see Loki’s scowling face… then a soft look… followed by amusement. I watch as he breaks my comm… and when the two of us move to the dance floor. At this moment, the silence in the room is broken; Thor almost runs up to me with a firm look. He grabs my shoulders, staring at me intently.
“How do you know this dance? Tell me! Did Loki teach it to you?”
I purse my lips, swallowing hard. Of course, he would be the one to recognize it. He’s the only one in the room that would.
“He did. He taught it to me a few years ago now.”
The confession only seems to spur him on, tightening his hold on me.
“Are you aware of the significance of it? Do you understand what it means?”
I wince and can only nod my head in response. Rogers moves quickly, pulling the god away from me.
“what‘s going on? Why is the dance important?”
Thor turns his attention to me, his look urging me to answer the question, and I sigh.
“It’s an Asgardian dance. It tells the story of two people forbidden from being together. That’s why there's never any touching. It signifies the distance between them.”
Thor narrows his eyes, clenching his fists.
“On Asgard, It’s almost only performed between two lovers as a sign of their devotion to one another. Loki would never have taught you the dance if he saw you as a devotee.”
I purse my lip, shifting uncomfortably under the heavy gaze of everyone in the room.
“That is… correct.”
Thor steps closer, looming over me with a dark expression, intent on finding the truth.
“Tell me. What exactly are you to my brother?”
I stare back at him, not flinching despite his attempts at intimidation.
I've had this idea stuck in my head for the past week. A mortal girl who grew up with Loki as her patron god. He would speak to her through her mind and astral project to visit her. Then he goes radio silent after the events of THOR and a year later she's recruited by Shield to help take him down upon his return. The story starts at the gala Loki attends to get the dude's eye in Avengers.
I just wrote this to get it out of my head, so here you go Tumblr. You can have it too.
He was beautiful. Different than I’d imagined, but beautiful nonetheless. I’d heard his voice in my mind a million times… listened to his teasing tone… felt his mind dance through my thoughts. Standing in front of him now felt like a dream.
I sigh softly, the buzz of the comm in my ear followed by Steve’s voice.
“All you need to do is distract him. Don’t give anything away. Make it seem like this is just a coincidence.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes. As if that was the easiest thing in the world. As if he would ever fall for such a half-baked plan. I’d known this man since I was twelve. My patron god Loki. He was my confidant… my friend… my…
I shake the thought from my mind, slowly weaving my way through the crowd of dancers. I don’t know why he’s here. Shield has put me on a need-to-know basis. Twelve hours ago I was a nobody. Working my way through my boring life one day at a time. Now I’m here… with the weight of the world on my shoulders as a group of heroes thinks I can bring a god to his knees. Fools.
I take in a deep breath as I step in front of him, catching his eye almost immediately. A look of disgust crosses his face… as if I was nothing more than a spider to be crushed under his boot. I can’t help but quirk a smile.
“Step away mortal. Before I make you pray to your worthless god.”
A small laugh leaves my lips and I shake my head.
“I’d only be praying to you. You Look different than I thought you would.”
He scans me, eyes trailing from my feet back to my face, curiosity striking him. I offer a half smile in return.
“You sound the same though.”
He scoffs, the firm expression returning quickly.
“I have no use for you. Leave before my mercy fades.”
I hum softly, clicking my tongue and shaking my head in mock disappointment.
“Have you really forgotten me already? It’s only been a year since we last spoke. I was worried, you know. I thought you’d left me for good.”
His brow furrows and it’s a moment later I feel him probing into my mind. I let him and his face softens.
“Pet…”
I roll my eyes at the name… something he’s insisted on calling me since I was a child. At first, it was meant to annoy me. Though, Over the years affection has wormed its way into his tune, though he’d never admit it.
“Sometimes I think you’ve actually forgotten my name.”
His token smirk returns to his face and he shrugs.
“Why would I need to know you by any other name? You’re my pet after all.”
I try my best to suppress the smile fighting its way to the surface but fail miserably. He seems proud of himself, though I don’t know if it’s because he made me laugh or because he’s teasing me.
“How did you find me, pet?”
I hesitate, Steve’s voice ringing in my ear as he gives me some half-ass story to spout. I ignore him, letting out a deep sigh instead.
“Shield. They want me to distract you from… whatever it is you’re doing here.”
I wince as the rest of the Avengers begin shouting into the comms, screaming at me to stand down or shut up completely.
“They’re not particularly happy I told you that.”
Loki’s eyes narrow and reaches his hand up to my left ear, hovering next to it while using his magic to pull the comm from its place and crushing it in his hand.
“Idiots. They should know better than to try and turn what’s mine against me.”
I choose to ignore the comment, though my cheeks turn a soft pink.
“I guess they didn’t take into account I would be more loyal to you.”
He brushes his hands off, what's left of the comm falling to the floor.
“I suppose not. Regardless, you should leave, pet. It isn’t safe for you here. You should have denied them completely at such an idiotic request.”
I breathe out, nodding my head and looking down at my hands.
“I know… but when they told me you were here, I couldn’t help myself. It’s been a year. You said goodbye and then radio silence. I just… needed to know you were alive.”
Loki scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“You believe your god to be so weak? Ridiculous.”
My eyes return to his, a smile falling across my face and I let out the smallest laugh.
“I suppose you’re right. I’m just being dramatic I guess.”
He nods in agreement, staring me down. Despite the hard expression on his face, I can see the softness in his eyes. My head turns slowly, eyes finding the band across the room and I frown. There's something familiar about the song they’re playing.
“This sounds like…”
I glance up at him, knowing he understands what I mean. An old song. It’s not the exact same… but it’s close. An Asgadian tune he taught me just a few years back. Amusement spreads across his face as he realizes.
“Do you remember the steps?”
It’s my turn to scoff and roll my eyes. As if I could forget. The god spent months drilling the dance into my head, making sure I had every movement down perfectly. I hold up my right hand, palm facing him. It’s an invitation and I can’t help but hope he accepts. He hesitates for only a moment before raising his own to mimic mine, our palms close enough to feel the heat from one another, but never touching. The soft music continues to play as we circle each other, switching hands and spinning around as the steps request. My eyes never leave him, our bodies never touching even as the last few notes of the song play. I step towards him, both my palms inches away from his own. Our noses almost brush, my eyes finding his as the room slowly goes silent. He stares at me for a moment, both of us perfectly content to remain just as we are.
“Songs over, pet. No more distractions.”
I purse my lips closing my eyes as I try to will him not to move with my mind.
“Five more minutes?”
I hear a soft chuckle slip from him, followed by lips pressing gently against my forehead. In the next moment, the atmosphere changes. I hear a bustling street and feel a cold chill on my skin. When I open my eyes, I’m standing outside, The gala in front of me. And Loki is nowhere to be found.
