#hederahtus

[mobiues]

‘   okay,  run with me again   -   what are you gonna say to thor when we meet him ?    ’    mobius is pretty sure this is a big deal.  well,   it has to be,  right?   it isn’t always that you’ve lost your entire whole family and life when you’re pulled from the timeline,  and now you could possibly have a reunion with the only sibling you’ve got left,   even though it really isn’t your sibling,  it’s just a version of him.   listen   -   he knows how it sounds.   yeah,  the tva’s not exactly an epitome of an excellent corporation.   they’re working on it.   but most importantly —

‘   and you’ll give me a signal if you ever need a time alone with him,  right ?    ’

  @hederahtus​   /   back from hiatus sc

[executiioner]

@hederahtus​ asked: im gonna say.......... number....... 87 

FOR DAYS, THE BACK OF HER NECK ITCHED. that unsettling prickling under your skin when you knew someone was watching you. it had been a phantom feeling, one that played along her senses, a warning like petrichor in the air before a storm. at first she had thought it was another kang trying to recruit his army or another sad attempt by the TVA to keep her contained. the power had been something different, something new. new players werent always good. the necromancer sat on one of the many headstones, two stoic men stood on either side of her like book ends in the graveyard soil. their skin was a little too pale, their eyes a little too lifeless but few could tell the difference in the moonlight. “ —god knows i tried to be good. i did everything i was supposed to, played by the rules, offered my services to the right people. but i realized there are no right people, or good for that matter. just what is necessary, ” the woman explained. the two creatures on either side of the god didnt move, simply staring at their master a few feet ahead. the entire five mile radius hummed with latent magic, seeping from her into the very ground. it was controlled, well-fed and in waiting.  “ now id like to know what’s necessary about a god being on my timeline and why youre dressed like TVA.” it wasnt the time travel that surprised her or the lack of supervision—there hadnt been a god on this planet in decades. 

song: “god knows ive tried” by kelsy karter & the heroines

[chiimaera]

@hederahtus​ asked: is this a joke? please tell me this is a joke. for steven 

HIS ANXIETY FELT LIKE BUTTERFLIES IN HIS STOMACH. the clerk looked down at his hands with a furrowed brow then wiped his palms on the thighs of his trousers. this was where he died, he knew it. there was a difference between being a hero—that he could get behind—and playing sidekick to a god who destroyed a city in the states. it was bonkers, really. what was he gonna do that loki the god of mischief couldnt?  “ hello, name’s steven grant ” the clerk mumbled, giving a small wave with the hand that wasnt wrapped tightly around the strap of his satchel. he was there for a reason. a bad guy was using the book of the dead to hurt people and while he didnt really know about magic and what not—he did know about the egyptian text that was nicked. yet despite the layers of clothes, the look that the god gave him sent a chill down his spine. he was not happy.  “ is this a joke? please tell me this is a joke. ” " thats a little crushing to hear but i get it, im not exactly what you expected— ” ‘ speak for yourself ’  “—sorry, wait, wait, i have a— ” he pulled open the flap on his bag, reaching into the depths in quick shuffles until his fingers brushed against an envelope. he grabbed it and held it out to the other man, his palms still felt damp. “ sorry, uh, the woman who contacted me told me to give this to you. not really sure this is a good idea anymore, you seem to have everything, uh, under control. i can just bugger off. ” inside the envelope was a small notecard with black pen handwriting: play nice. i mean it. —Anita   

[dutyburdened]

under  the  mistletoe  ft.  @hederahtus​​  (  undoubtedly on purpose, but he pretends it's accidental  )

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋  𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒  before  stephen  glances  up  and  notices  the  mistletoe  above  their  heads.  loki  beckoned  him  closer  with  a  crooked,  cold  finger,  inviting  the  sorcerer  to  bend  over  a  book  beside  him  —  how  did  they  get  here?  when?  when  did  the  animosity  cease  and  the  tentative  acquaintanceship,  not  yet  solid  enough  to  be  a  friendship,  begin?  —  and  stephen  obliged  with  an  under  the  breath  grumble  about  being  a  man,  not  a  dog  that  comes  when  it’s  called:  though  he  came  anyway.  the  sorcerer  blinks  up  at  the  berries,  then  looks  back  at  loki  with  the  beginnings  of  a  wry  smile  pulling  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth.  he  jests  casually,  a  little  sardonically,  business  as  usual,  brushing  over  the  matter  —  though  there  is  a  faint  twinge  of  strangeness  [  a  feeling  he  cannot  hope  to  name,  not  yet  ]  blistering  in  the  back  of  his  brain.

❝  do  they  have  mistletoe  on  asgard?  or  is  it  a  tradition  solely  reserved  for  us  puny  mortals?  ❞

[dr-foster]

Plotted Starter for @hederahtus​

At first, the insane plan Thor concocted seemed to be working. Loki’s posturing and silver tongue convinced Malekith he was turning against his brother as the god threw the mortal at his feet. Then came the terrifying moment when Malekith was supposed to draw the Aether out of Jane.  Kneeling and feigning hopelessness, the doctor feared that they were wrong. That the villain would not have a way of saving her.  She swallowed hard, lowering her darkened eyes toward the ground as Malekith raised his hand. He would either kill her now to claim his prize or-

Suddenly, Jane found herself weightless, lifted off the ground. Her body was not under her own control, whether it was the Aether or Malekith taking possession, Jane could not say. Visions of the realms of Yggdrasil filled her sight, blinding her to the emptiness of Svartalfheim. Everything Malekith was planning was made known amidst information of the cosmos Jane’s brain failed to fathom. Now the doctor understood that everything she had experienced to this point of the Aether was nothing in comparison to it’s true power. 

The universe went black. 

When Jane awoke she felt Thor kneeling over her, shielding her from the shards of ruined Aether...except when she looked up the god protecting her was, oddly enough, Loki. 

The doctor’s mind was still foggy from the release of the Aether and everything was happening too fast. By the time she gained her bearings, Thor was dead. Beaten to death by the Kurse. To make matters worse, the Aether was not destroyed by the Thunder God’s blast. Instead, it was condensing around Malekith. He had won and Thor died in vain.

“ No! ”  Jane’s yell was rough and desperate as she forced herself to her knees; thrusting a hand out towards Malekith. The shattered bits of Aether stopped flowing towards him and hung still in the air, as if they were debating on who their host should be.

It chose Jane. 

The shards swirled into a red stream and surged back through her body, veins glowing red with the transfer of power. It was too much. Jane gritted her teeth against the burning sensation spreading through her body, determined Malekith and his men would die even if it was the last thing she did. The Aether blasted outward from her, fueled by rage and anguish. 

But that was when a shimmering rectangle appeared in the middle of the battlefield and figures dressed in red and black tactical gear stepped out. 

[urmajaesty]

❛   you are very troublesome,   do you realise ?    ❜     

loki,   the child,   dislike leaving the void.    it is a place of death and destruction and betrayal,   true   —   but it has been his home for many years.   even the shadow of asgards is nothing but a blur,   and something only the elderly loki talks of so fondly.   had it truly been his home ?   the child does not know:   in the wake of what he has done,   there is very little doubt that he would ever be welcomed back.

(    the child does not think of the allmother’s face.   what sort of crumpled expression frigga would have worn when she’d found thor’s body   —   ?    what sort of curses she would have laid at his feet should she know that it was her second son’s doing ?   would she still call him her son ?   or is he the face of a foreigner,   the unwanted child odin had robbed so haphazardly ?   )

not that it matters.    the timeline has been reset :    thor did not die.   and,   as punishment,   he will not live.

but the child says nothing of that.   he merely tips up his chin,  defiant,   but his eyes sharp.  accusing.    ❛    you’ve taken not only the elderly loki from my company,   but your absence have forced mobius to enlist our help just because you were not able to find your way back.   i do not belong in the timeline anymore,   if you haven’t noticed.    ❜ 

    @hederahtus​   /   starter call

[apocalypsejumper]

@hederahtus liked for a starter.

           “ You can do as I say, or I can run you through with my sword. Up to you. ”

[executiioner]

THE HUNT, Netflix Original Series
 When his people begin to disappear from New Asgard, Loki must team up with U.S. Marshal Anita Blake to find a serial killer and his inhuman victims.  featuring: loki laufeyson ( @hederahtus ), anita blake ( @executiioner )

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