I’m still really stuck on this, but the two 5-second shots of Loki in the trailer are definitely two different scenes. Marvel likes to mix things up in trailers and lead us completely astray. What strikes me as odd is that the scene where we see Loki appears to have been filmed during the shoot for season two. It’s almost certainly Tom’s natural hair for Loki. It could be a wig but it would be so weird if they create the exact same. Here’s an example of what Tom’s natural hair looks like for Loki in season two.
The scene in the trailer must therefore have been filmed earlier, during that season two production, because whilst filming ‘Doomsday’, Tom no longer had the hair for Loki and had to wear a wig. But what remains odd is that Tom knew the season two and final scene in the tree was the last one for his character. He was very adamant about that in interviews and seemed sincere. He only realised he was coming back when he saw his name on the chairs. He really thought it was over, so why does this scene appear there? Is it a reunion scene with his brother that they filmed but never included in the series? That doesn’t really make sense. It must be a conversation between him and Steve to warn him about the Incursion, but it’s so strange that they filmed it when Tom thought it was all over for Loki.
When I think about Jud Duplenticy, I see so much gentleness. I don’t see the violence of his past. I see a marked, frightened boy in the body of a tall man who has spent a lifetime trying to take up less space, as if there’d be less of him to hurt.
He shields his softness behind the well-rehearsed composure of a priest, but deep down, in the loneliest parts of his heart, he longs for only one thing:
To be truly seen and loved, exactly as he is. To be known in the quiet, ordinary ways that matter most, not simply admired from afar but understood.
Because what he craves isn’t devotion. It’s intimacy.
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tags: heavy yearning, angst, forbidden love, slow burn, internal conflict, religious guilt
summary: Jud's greatest confession is the one he'll never speak aloud.
word count: ~560
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Jud had died a thousand tiny deaths since he met you.
None of them had been painful. But each one reminded him that the collar did not make him immune to longing. That beneath the practiced righteousness he wore so faithfully was still a man.
A man who longed for your effortless warmth you carried into every room without ever trying.
Who longed for your touch. For your hands tracing the ink that disappeared beneath his collar, lingering over the stories written across his skin, on the parts of him the world could see and the ones only he knew existed.
His mind wandered to places no righteous man should ever allow it to go. It painted impossible futures and stolen moments, conjuring versions of you that arrived at the most inconvenient hours, when prayer should have occupied his thoughts instead.
His body always answered before his conscience could. Heat unfurled through him like molten fire, settling low beneath his ribs, impossible to ignore and even harder to outrun. He learned to shift where he stood, to steady his breathing, to wait for the wanting to pass.
It never truly did.
So he prayed.
And every one of them sounded more desperate than the last. Not because God had gone silent. But because Jud already knew the answer.
He was asking to be emptied of something that felt suspiciously like grace.
He caught himself searching for you without meaning to. A familiar laugh somewhere down the street. The shape of someone wearing your favorite coat. A voice that carried your cadence for half a heartbeat before revealing itself to belong to a stranger.
You had become the measure against which the ordinary world failed.
The hardest part wasn't the wanting.
It was how natural it felt.
You had never tempted him with wicked intentions or honeyed promises. You simply existed with your impossible kindness, looking at him as though the man beneath the collar deserved to be known just as much as the priest who wore it.
That was the dangerous thing.
You never asked him to choose. You only made him wonder whether he'd mistaken loneliness for devotion all these years.
Sometimes, after evening Mass, he'd remain alone in the sanctuary long after the candles had burned low. The silence should have settled him. Instead, it filled with memories.
The brush of your shoulder against his. The absentminded way your fingers lingered at the edge of his sleeve before pulling away, as though you had remembered, too late, who he was supposed to be.
The way you'd say his name.
Not Father.
Just Jud.
As if it had always belonged to both of you. As if the man had existed long before the priest. As if there was something holy in the way you spoke his name—powerful enough to bind his heart to yours without either of you meaning to.
He would close his eyes then, pressing thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose, breathing until the ache dulled into something bearable.
It never disappeared. It merely learned better manners.
And perhaps that was the cruelest miracle of all.
Love, he was discovering, did not always arrive like a storm. Sometimes it came in silence, filling the emptiest corners of his life with your presence until the careful composure of a holy man could no longer hold.
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