Avar the Rare Hunter

Mainly Wow stuff but I also have challenged myself to find every tameable rare and 4 not technically rare but should be rares across all of Azeroth and will be posting screenshots of the sightings! 🦁🧝‍♀️

[rarechallenge]

Azeroth Rare Challenge

Where it all started:

https://twitter.com/RareChallenge

Hello! I play a Hunter called Blackavar (Avar) and over the years of WoW I'd always get the urge to go and camp a rare and tame it. I still have the urge to camp but lately less npcs I haven't already done. Thus this challenge I set myself was created back in April 2021. I did set some rules for myself:

RULE #1: Always Screen Shot a rare sighting!

I do this so there is physical record of the rares I have seen and also proof of not cheating with other means. I have limited myself at the beginning to only using the selfie camera but that doesnt always get good angles.

RULE #2: NO GRIEFING or killing the rares, EVEN IF I WANT THE LOOT:

This one is IMPORTANT. No one likes it when you camp for hours and someone flies in and kills it. So if there are other players waiting let them no I have no need to tame. If there is noone around I can either rehome, tame or leave it alone.

RULE#3: No using your own pets:

No cheating via placing your own pet in the spawn point and make it look like its in the wild! This is another reason I started with using the selfie camera. the odd angle of it dissuades use of owned pets. If I already have it I still have to look for it.

RULE#4:No Chromie time!

I am already lvl 60 and eventually lvl 70 on my hunter so this feature is disabled but if it wasn't Chromie time defeats most of the camping as there are less people in older expansions. WM is allowed to use to phase check tho.

I will be attempting to camp and document all 630 (and growing ) rares there are so far and will maybe add newer ones later. I will also add 4 unique skins that are not a "rare" but do not respawn very often as well as 38 vignettes.

I am nearing the end of my journey on kalmidor at this time.

Credit of static images goes to the amazing Wayne who runs:

A visual guide to hunter pets in the World of Warcraft.

https://twitter.com/wowpetopia

#worldofwarcraft #world of Warcraft #Warcraft #rarechallenge

[rad1os1gnal]

Peter Parker is absolutely more spider-like than they go into.

He most definitely has fangs that are sharper than the rest of his teeth. They're hollow and contain venom that paralyses people for hours. It's incredibly strong.

His senses increased exponentially. He can hear a criminal from ten blocks away. There's a fly that won't leave him alone? That thing is smacked with the precision of Hawkeye. There's chemoreceptors on his hands and feet that allow him to feel the microscopic dents on anything. The only sense that seems to have remained the same is his sense of taste. He has olfactory receptors, too.

There are spinnerets on his wrists that are hidden under skin until opened on command or massaged out. Yes, he has organic webs. They are incredibly strong, but Peter developed an acid that can dissolve them over a thirty-minute timeframe that his suit expels using the shooters.

One day, a robber catches Peter off guard and hits him with a machete. Hard. Peter finishes up the fight, and doesn't realize anything is wrong until Tony shows up, completely panicked. Peter looks down at his shoulder, and it's hanging on by a small chunk of flesh still attached to him. His skin is visibly knitting itself back together. Tony is gobsmacked, and Peter just says, "Oh, that just happens sometimes." and moves on. The arm reattaches itself before Tony can force him into the Med Bay.

There is no place that Peter cannot reach. He will climb on walls for fun. Sometimes, he even go from floor to ceiling in a second when he's scared, on instinct.

Spiders love high places--for multiple reasons. There's lots of anchors for webs, rising warm air, and a steady supply of insects for food. Peter loves high places because they're safe. In the corner of his room in Avenger's Tower, there's a knot of webs that he sleeps in after particularly traumatizing events or tiresome patrols.

And of course, sometimes when he webs up a bad guy, and the bad guy is just wriggling in the web trying to escape, Peter has the instinct to eat them. But only for a minute!! It's totally normal and he wouldn't actually eat them!! That's weird!! Totally....

[intlbipolar]

[drtanner]

This post is almost 11 years old now, so I feel like it’s time for an update:

[theo-the-ghost]

Yeah…

[monstersandgenderqueers]

Masterlist:

Amaranth

You never thought that the criminal who crash-landed in your garden would become your everything.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Little Gifts

Loki, a new resident in the compound, sparks your interest. You decide to give him a gift in secret, hoping he might cheer up just a little bit. Well, it didn't work out that way.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

[catasters]

[catchameme]

Reblog to let your mutuals know. . .

that they are appreciated. that they are important. that they are amazing. that they are creative. that they are loved.

No matter how long you take to reply, what mood you are in, how insecure you are feeling about your writing, or how active you are — your presence is still very much enjoyed. You never have to apologize or feel bad for taking a while with a reply, or not answering an ask right away. Life can get busy, energy can fluctuate, interest can shift, and emotions can change. You are human and these things do not make you a bad person/partner.

We write together because it is fun and enjoyable, not because it is expected of you to answer every little thing at the snap of fingers.

[rachel-angelina-deactivated2019]

Reblog if you are part of Loki’s Army

I’m trying to prove a point to someone who thinks he is a garbage character that doesn’t deserve fans

[fortunatelypsychiccreator]

💪👑

[whispering-about-loki]

Reporting for duty!

[delightfulheartdream]

Always! 💚

[high-functioning-lokipath]

*kneels* Always loyal!

[littlewomanly1]

[trekkitkat]

Loki forever!!!

[moonsinfonia]

We gotta appreciate this scene a bit more-

Where these girl’s come around and we find out that Thor and Jane broke up

And Thor tries to…idk explain it or whatever? And Loki just-

-pats his shoulder? As in showing sympathy or whatever? Trying to cheer him up? Sth like that idk?

Am I the only one who thinks that this is really precious?

[ Gifs by @starkked ]

[icyxmischief]

I actually think this scene is CRUCIAL for A) continuity and B) to show that Loki and Thor, despite “moving forward,” have also REGRESSED to their ORIGINAL relationship dynamic, but in this case, in a good way.

A) Continuity: It was very strange to suddenly lose Jane Foster when the last time Thor appeared, in Age of Ultron, he was bragging about how wonderful she was to Tony Stark, who was similarly bragging about Pepper Potts.  And even more considering that the entire conflict of The Dark World was about an infinity gem (the Aether) being absorbed into Jane’s body, and Thor and Loki going on a quest to exorcise it from her.  Moreover saving Jane’s life–twice in a single scene–was an act of knee-jerk altruism on Loki’s part which set the tone for Thor forgiving Loki for what happened in Thor 1 and Avengers Assemble.  Thor watched  that happen, and in turn saved Loki’s life, and later fiercely grieved him, in part out of gratitude over Jane.  Therefore showing Loki remembering Jane and remembering Thor’s love for Jane, and recognizing that this is one more loss that Thor has to suffer– reaching out to comfort Thor–is a way of economically tying the Ragnarok film back to The Dark World, which aired way back in 2013.  It was a much needed reference, because the rest of Ragnarok is so disjunctively different from the other Thor films.  B)  Loki and Thor’s relationship dynamic:  Loki was always Thor’s  right-hand man and the guy who approached him–and was safe to do so given Thor’s violent temper–first. Loki was always the one who used calm gentle reason to talk Thor down from folly and to lift his spirits.  This is shown more than once in Thor 1 and in The Dark World. In Thor 1, it’s shown when Loki comforts Thor about Odin denying Thor his coronation (albeit in part Loki’s own doing, but then again, Thor really wasn’t ready) particularly in the extended scene, it’s shown in the deleted scene when Thor is nervous BEFORE his coronation and Loki tells jokes to calm him down, and it’s shown in Jotunheim in front of Laufey.

In The Dark World, it’s shown with greater poignancy–as if Loki literally CANNOT HELP but be a source of levity and comfort to Thor, because he’s done it all his life–when Thor says “[Frigga] wouldn’t want us to fight,” and Loki returns, with a soft little smile, “well she wouldn’t exactly be shocked.”  

Thor is IMMEDIATELY placated–realizes that he is placated–and very sadly returns, “I wish I could trust you,” effectively mourning their lifelong bond. 

In Ragnarok, this bond is revived in both the above scene, and, among other times, at the end of the movie  (“It suits you”/ “I’m here” ).  

And I think that’s beautiful.  People think Loki does nothing but double cross and run away from Thor. People joke about how loki “stabs Thor to show affection.”  But at his core Loki exists to be Thor’s solace, a habit he cannot fully kick even when they are at each other’s throats.  Even in Avengers Assemble, he weeps at having to decline Thor’s offer at peace:   

“Sentiment.” 

Tl;dr Loki adores his big brother.  Always has.  

[therese-lokidottir]

I wish that for once in the movies Thor could have realized how much Loki was always there, how much he cared and truly saw him in a way that other didn’t. But alas, there is no scene where Thor recognizes how his brother used to cheer him up, and how much he supported him and knew what needed to hear. Thor grieving over loosing the person who knew him like no one else did

[savj2003]

From iron man 3:

Harley: Are you on medication?

Tony: no

Harley: should you be on medication?

Tony: probably

Biggest mood

[medsteeth]

simon's brothers

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Some of you have forgotten.

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Listen it's the exact same principle as "never argue with an idiot, they'll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience" but for being annoying instead of stupid. It's not worth it. Even if you're 'winning' you're still giving all your friends second-hand discourse poisoning in the process.

[d897gyhaujfkedw7r9euwijkjfkdl]

[khadgarbignaturals]

i have to share the tags from @nzoth-the-corruptor

[novatheory]

how does loki feel about people playing with his hair?🐍

people have tried.

like it's a conquest: who can get closest to loki? who can catch the prince with his guard down?

the key word is tried.

most don't make it past the initial reach. the flickering look in their eyes that alerts loki to their intent. it's in that same moment where loki decides how much of his effort is worth using—are they a threat, or simply an annoyance?

he knew early on that being touched was hardly about him. it was about who could try and who could succeed.

he wasn’t an open invitation. he wasn’t something to be proven. he did not allow hands on him as evidence of access.

he was a boundary not to be crossed.

so he stopped it. with the surgical efficiency that he held so naturally.

he was cold. clean. definitive.

but now, his hair is longer. kisses his trapezius, curls beautifully at the end.

with time came change.

with change came exception.

with you, it's not a game. you don't reach for him as means to stake a claim; you reach for him like a question. you reach for him like you have all the patience in the world for an answer.

sometimes you don't touch him at all, simply content to share his space.

he decides that means more to him than he expected unknowingly, he decides he prefers it when you do reach for him.

when you touch him, it's like clean air. he realizes, not for the first time, that there's not an audience.

eventually, he leans into it.

he almost never outright asks for your hands on him—mostly, he suggests, trusting that you'll know.

in the quiet of the night, when it's been a long day. you've curled into the corner of your couch, the one that sits in your living room that's been warmed by the glow of candlelight and fireplace. your tea has gone cold, but it still sits on the table next to you. your eyes are heavy, but the book you've been reading still lays in your lap.

he comes in, quiet as a ghost. clears the room in five short steps, dropping to the floor in front of you. it's a soft motion, when he leans against the cushion next to your knee, it's loud.

you react like a habit, your hand drifting and finding the softness of his scalp. your fingers card through his hair, slowly. absentmindedly, like this is how the two of you were always meant to fit together.

loki doesn't tense anymore, doesn't search for reasons of why and what would they want from me. his shoulders slump, and his palm finds your knee.

he makes a quiet quip about the book you're reading, the one you'd stolen from his bookshelf. your hands still, long enough to gently tug on a curl, saying that he'd just left it laying around.

when you start reading again, it's aloud.

soft murmurs, clouded by sleepiness. when you trip up on words that are unfamiliar to you - ancient, not meant to be read by mortals - he corrects you. not unkindly. like a conversation.

[novatheory]

do you think loki would like soda? 🐍

m!loki x gn!reader

it lives in your refrigerator: little silver cans with red writing.

loki chalks it up to one of the little quirks that makes you human; endearing yet confusing.

he thinks the cans hum.

the energy feels different, which is saying a lot, considering the majority of the house carries a touch of his own seiðr.

the question of what it is, the one he refuses to ask you, builds until he can't ignore it any longer.

he takes a can from the refrigerator.

pops the tab. takes a sniff, then a large sip.

the carbonation burns his nose. his eyes water.

the god of mischief chokes.

you hear the commotion from the safety of your living room, blanket thrown over your lap and kindle illuminating your latest read. your neck cranes to see if you need to intervene, or if he'll bounce back.

"honey?"

the sound of a struggle is muffled, but there. you sigh, locking your kindle and walking into the kitchen.

the scene: loki doubled over the sink, with the offending can sitting off to the side.

"i'm dying," he croaks. you approach, hand landing between his shoulder blades.

"doubtful," you deadpan.

"dead."

you laugh, a soft snort escaping, as you rub small circles into his back. "was it spicy?"

he groans, forehead leaning against his forearm braced against the sink. "you drink that?"

[mischiefandlies]

Still love you. Promise.

Loki x reader

Masterlist

Notes: Reader (like me) has two parents and a brother who takes the piss in any possible situation (it's a talent at this point).

Warnings: horrible git being mean to Lokes. But no, except for a bit of swearing, not really.

You and Loki had been seeing each other for a while now, so when you happened to be in town for a mission, you decided to go and visit your parents. Loki agreed to come with you, and so you told your mum that you and he would be joining them for Sunday dinner. Loki (not that he let on to you) was absolutely bricking it- what on earth was he supposed to say to your parents? Hi, nice to meet you, I'm that alien god that caused an extra-terrestrial invasion 6 years ago. He couldn’t think of any conceivable universe where your parents would accept him.

To be fair to Loki, you were slightly nervous yourself. Sure, you and your brother had bought home a few oddballs before, but you’d never snagged a prince from another planet. Even you had to admit, you weren’t expecting the best reception.

To your surprise, it went extremely well. Your mum and Loki seemed to chat all the time; he was even helping out in the kitchen. When all five of you sat round the table, you were cracking jokes and laughing, and your brother and Loki both ended up taking the mick out of each other. Only your dad was quiet, but by the end of the day, he seemed to have warmed up to your boyfriend a little more. “You seem happy,” your dad said, out of earshot of everyone else. “It looks like he makes you happy.”

“He does.” you agree.

Your dad looks him up and down and sighs. “I suppose that’s all that matters. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

It was on the drive back that you noticed how quiet Loki was. Eerily so.

“Are you alright Lo?” you ask.

“I’m just fine darling.”

“Are you sure?” you ask.

There's no reply. Loki's looking out the car window, avoiding eye contact with you. You take one hand off the steering wheel to hold his hand. He leans over and presses your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles (and making it difficult to focus on the road).

He pipes up eventually, saying “Are your parents always like that?”

“Why?” you ask, “Did they say something?”

“No love. They're just… not as I expected.”

You wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. Eventually, you have to ask, “What were you expecting if not that?”

He sighs deeply. “When I was on Asgard, I was presented as a suitor for several other royal families, as well as high up members of the nobility. I would have to go and meet the fathers of potential brides before meeting the brides themselves. Often, Thor and I would both attend, and he would always be picked as the better of the two. It was normally because he was first in line, but there was the occasion when the fathers felt the need to give me some feedback. “Too weak” or “scrawny”. “The runt of the pair”. There was one comment in particular that stung- it was an Asgardian noble, but his sister worked in the palace’s infirmary. He knew about my heritage. He told me “I wouldn’t let my daughter marry a sly, cold-blooded bastard like you for all the gold in Asgard.” And yet, your parents didn’t have an unkind word to say.”

You are too shocked to respond. How the fuck could anyone spit such cruel words into another person’s face? Especially when that person was as kind and respectful and sweet as Loki, a man who had looked at you with nothing but pure adoration since you met.

“Loki, that is a horrible thing for someone to say.” You finally found your voice. “You’re not weak or scrawny, and you should never have been pitted against Thor like that. It’s so wrong. And of course my parents like you- they can see how happy you make me.”

Loki mumbles something you can’t catch.

“Pardon?”

“I said you don’t think you’d be happier with someone else?”

“God, no,” you reply. “Loki, how often do I need to tell you “I love you” before you believe it?”

Loki perks up at this. “You really still love me?”

“You think I've changed my mind since this morning?”

He looked a little sheepish. “Well, I don’t know, do I?”

“Loki, I will love you till the end of time. Promise.”

[mischiefandlies]

Don’t panic

Avenger!Loki x Avenger!Reader

Masterlist

Notes: Nat is so far out of character it’s not even close, but is loosely based on one of my friends. Also, I’ve only ever had one panic attack so probably not accurate (sorry).

Warnings: panic attacks, language, Loki threatening violence (not sure if that’s a warning or just his personality?)

You, Nat and Loki had been sent on a mission. It was supposed to be simple; get in, get what you came for and get out. Nat and you were sent after the files HYDRA had stored, Loki was supposed to be the distraction. Get in and get what you came for part of the plan had gone smoothly. There was just one problem left; coms went down. The last thing you heard was Loki “yeah, they’re definitely distracted, do you-” he was cut short by a gunshot on his end “-I’ll be back, out”

Nat had told you he would be fine, but something didn’t sit right. Sure, he had an uncanny ability  to survive any situation, no matter the context.  He also had the ability to just call you back on the radio, but why hadn’t he? And although you trusted Nat with your life, whether you trusted her with his life, you weren’t sure. She hadn’t exactly welcomed him when he showed up to join the avengers. Well, none of them had welcomed him really, which was understandable considering they had all fought him a year prior. Still, something told you he wasn’t as alright as she claimed.

The two of you got out of the building with no real complications, apart from one guard in the wrong place. Loki, however was nowhere to be seen. You had a ominous feeling, and made a decision.

“I need to go back for him”

Nat just glared. “No chance. We got what we came for.”

“We didn’t come for a bollocking from Fury, which is what we’re gonna get,” you pointed out.

“We were also assigned to come back with the documents,” said Nat “whether we come back with him doesn’t matter; Fury’s expecting him to bolt at the fist opportunity. He’s probably scarpered, and I’m not about to chase him. He’s big enough and ugly enough to fight for himself.”

“Then you won’t mind me checking? Just to make sure he didn’t rat us out.”

“I’m not saving your arse because you wanted to check up on the nutcase.” She replies. “Be my guest, but don’t be surprised when he’s sitting there drinking whiskey with the arms dealers.”

“Just get the documents back to base, I’ll be right behind you.”

“Wait.”

You turned back to her.

She sighed, “I’m not leaving you here. I’m in the café over there, call when you’re in hot water.”

You smile back at her “This is why I love you.”

She rolls her eyes “Just hurry up!”

 

After scouting most of the bar (Loki had made a very good distraction, the place was carnage) you were able to slip in the back rooms unnoticed by the frantic staff. Having subtly checked every room, you eventually realised Nat was probably right. There was no traces of Loki.

You were just making your way back to the bar when a security guard rounded the corner. You turned and bundled through the door to your left, straight into a storage cupboard and...

... face to face with Loki.

He immediately stood up where he had been perching on a shelf before. His eyes looked red and swollen, like he had been crying, and he tried to turn away from you. It being so tiny, all he really did was throw you off balance, and you had to reach for him to stop yourself falling over. His hands shot out to catch you.

“Wha-”

You clamped your hand over his mouth. “Shhh!” you hissed, pointing to the door. His eyes suddenly widened, and he retreated as far as the tiny cupboard would allow. Both of you waited with baited breath as the guard came and went.

Eventually, his footsteps receded, and you let out a breath. “Well, that was close, I thought...” you trailed off at the look on Loki’s face.

“Loki? Are you ok?”

He let go of you. “Fine”

“What’s wrong?”

He glared at you. “Didn’t I just tell you everything is fine?”

You just glared back pointedly. “And you expect me to believe that?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Well, first of all, you’re shaking.”

He glances down at his hands, and pulls his sleeves over them. Turning away from you, he just mutters “Shouldn’t you and the widow be long gone?”

“I came back.”

He then turns to stare at you. Not the usual piercing stare that he fixes you with when you finish the packet of earl grey or try and initiate a conversation with him. This is a more dumbfound, what-the-fuck-did-you-just-say-to-me kind of a stare.

“You came back?” he asks dumbfounded.

“Yes”

It takes a few seconds for his demeanour to shift. All of a sudden, he’s hostile, threatening towards you. He then turns to tower over you, caging you between him and the door. His voice drops a few octaves before he practically growls, “Whatever you thought you were doing, it was a grave mistake. I suggest you go back to the widow and run off home, or you might find I turn the tables on this little game you are so desperately trying to play.”

You -much to his shock-  were having none of it. “Ok, first of all, sorry for scuppering your escape plans, but your the one whose ended up crying in a fucking cupboard. Second, I’m not playing games, I came back because A, I don’t wanna get yelled at by Fury, and B, you’re more tolerable than Cap or Tony, and if I have to work with those morons again, I’m going to get arrested for homicide. Has it occurred to you that I actually don’t mind working with you?”

Apparently, it had not, because he now backs off again. “You’re lying.”

“Am I? Then why am I here?”

He ponders this a moment. “I-“ his voice breaks “I-I-I don’t k-know.”

He begins to tremble again. You can hear his breathing get faster and his eyes begin to water.

“Loki?”

“Stop, ju-hic- stop. Just get out. I don’t n-need pity.” He really can’t breath well at this point. The cupboard’s too small for him to turn around, but he angles his head so you can’t see him. Even so, you can hear him hyperventilating. You grab onto his shoulders and turn him towards you.

“Loki, you need to take big breaths for me, ok?” you hold his face looking him in the eye. “We’re going to do it together, alright? In for four, out for four.” You begin breathing and counting.

“One, two...”

Loki is still hiccupping, but he’s trying to follow along,

“Three, four...”

And again.

“One, two...”

He’s shaking a little less now.

“Three, four...”

His breath is starting to even out. You take one of his hands in yours.

“Once more, okay? One, two...”

You brush the tears off his cheeks. He seems to have calmed a little more. You two go on like this until he seems more steady. Eventually, he is back to normal, and manages to talk.

“Which way out?” he asks.

 

The two of you sneak out without any trouble, and meet Nat at the café before heading back to base.

Loki doesn’t talk on the car ride back.

Actually, he doesn’t talk when you get back to the compound either.

He doesn’t talk to you at all for the rest of the week. Nat clocks it, and questions why he seems to leave the room whenever you enter. Not wanting to tell anyone just yet, you to play ignorant. You know full well Loki gave more than he bargained for the other night, and that you probably (definitely) weren’t supposed to see that. You just chalk up his odd behaviour to feeling vulnerable, or that you fucked up his getaway plan and he was pissed about it. Either way, you each kept yourselves to yourselves.

It takes almost three weeks before he finds you. And by finds you, that means he breaks into your room and appears sitting on your sofa.

“Err... hi?”

“Afternoon” he responds.

There’s an awkward silence. “I made you tea” he says, gesturing to the coffee table.

“Thanks?” you answer. “You don’t know how I take it”

“Black, two sugars” he says.

Mildly impressed, you sit on the sofa and take a sip. He’s made it perfectly, much to your amusement. “So, did you start lockpicking, or did you just break in for fun?”

“I just wanted to talk to you.” He says.

“About what?”

“Last time we were on a mission, when I felt...” he fumbles for the word, “Distressed. You knew what to do. How?”

You just smiled “ You never had someone help you with a panic attack?”

“A what?” he asked.

“A panic attack. It’s like a physical reaction to extreme stress.” You explain. “Generally, it’s only people with anxiety or ptsd that suffer them, although some people just experience them if they’re under a lot of strain or have really bad fear at that point in time, although if that’s the case then it’s not normally on a regular basis. I’d wager that’s what you were experiencing the other day. Basically, you feel sick, lightheaded, hard to breath, and eventually you feel faint and pass out. Sound familiar?”

“Yes.” He studies you suspiciously, as if weighing up whether you’re trustworthy or not. “And these attacks, they are... well documented?”

“Eh, they’re medically recognised”

“So what’s the cure?” he asks.

“There isn’t one.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, they’re a reaction to stress. The more you stress, the more they happen. Unless you wanna do some funky brain chemistry alterations, I can only tell you to try and reduce stress, and hopefully they’ll subside.”

He looks intrigued. “And you know this because...?”

“My ex-girlfriend used to suffer really badly with them. She still does. Did CBT for a bit, and that gave her some coping mechanisms. She used to do the breathing techniques, but there are sensory ones too. Whatever works.”

He just nods. “And they are more manageable?”

“Basically”

“CBT?” he asks.

“Talking therapy.” You answer “You kinda… er… you shoot the shit with someone trained.”

There’s a long silence. He seems to be considering all that you’ve said. Finally, you ask, “You’d never heard of any of this?”

“Never.” He replies “ I was never supposed to suffer with these ailments. I am a prince – we must lead by example. And Asgard is far superior in medicine to you midguardians, we just see no reason to study the mind. It will not help for battle, protection or hounor, so it is secondary.”

“So... everyone in Asgard is supposed to act like... Thor?”

“Pretty much”

You both sit there considering what you have learnt. Eventually, Loki stands up.

“Thank you for helping me.” he says “Or for continuing to help me.”

“No worries.” you smile at him “You ever having an off day and need a friend, you know where to find me.”

His cocky grin appears. “Of course. Although it goes without saying that I will rip you limb from limb should anyone else find out about this.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You smiled back at him. “Thanks for the tea. I’ll see you out.”

 

Loki still ignores you most of the time. Occasionally he shows up at your room with books, and questions about midguard. Sometimes he even shows up with tears streaming down his face, and in need of your help. And you always help him through the panic attacks and give him all the comfort he needs. You two form your own little habits. Movie nights and the occasional coffee. Training together. Going to the office to finish reports only to end up throwing pens at each other. You become friends.

Eventually, you piece together what happened. He never tells you, but snippets catch you by. That he was tortured. That he had mind control problems. Thor, while completely rat-arsed, even lets slip that Loki was adopted, and that he felt abandoned by both families. And over time, you begin to see why Loki became the way he is.

The team, however, don’t share your compassion.

“...enough bombs to tear down the entirety of New York. Couldn’t let that happen again, not after SOMEONE already tried that once.”

“...all these new SHEILD agents, I mean, c’mon, I don’t mind an ex-assassin or two, but personally, once it’s called genocide, I feel like we should draw a line.”

“... and Fury’s all up on my ass, it’s not like I, I dunno, tried to take over the fucking planet.”

It wouldn’t have irked you quite so much if they had just been muttering these between them, but these were all virtually spat in his face. There was nothing you could do except bite your tongue. Until one time, over dinner, Loki left over a few spiteful comments. You had to stick up for him.

“Guys, I don’t know when you all forgot, but no-one at this table is innocent. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. I’m not saying what he did wasn’t awful, I’m saying at least he’s trying, and by god if none of you can respect that and keep your traps shut, then can you blame him for not wanting to help you. He’s been through hell and back, and for you to just sit here and slag him off is a dick move.”

You just picked up your plate and walked off.

 

The next morning, you wake up to a bouquet of flowers on the table, and a suspicion that he’s duplicated your front door key.

[goth-queen]

[pluppleseverywhere]

I really need Loki to say this to reader in a Loki/reader fic.