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expect a slight spam of art whilst i catch you all up here since ive been a bit inactive and im just on insta and twt... oops...

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✨The sun and the stars ✨

Part 4 — Part 3 | Part 2 | Master List

Universe: Marvel - Thor Ragnarok

Word Count: 1.4kish

Ship: Loki/Asgardian!reader - no use of y/n, gender neutral reader

Warnings: angst, hurt comfort, rekindling love, smut (eventually), Loki being Loki, reader is traumatized a bit from NYC and the Dark elves.

A/N: I genuinely enjoy writing their bickering- it’s been a lot of fun! Hope you guys enjoy this part!

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Quiet. It was awfully quiet when they began to wake. Were they really waking? Or was it simply death giving them one last look at their life before it truly was over? People often said that one would see a snapshot of their life before it ended. Perhaps, that was what was happening. But it was quiet… An endless quiet that felt as though even the slightest of sounds would cause it to shatter. If that was truly what death was, wouldn’t they be looking back upon their life? Although, they weren’t sure they really wanted to look back. Aside from their early life on Asgard, much of their adult life had been filled with fights, heartbreak and loss. They didn’t want to have to relive that..their mind already did that to them on a daily basis.

Their first clue to it not being death calling upon them was that everything hurt.. If they were dead, nothing would hurt. It shouldn’t… The second? They were lying on top of something. That something wasn’t particularly comfortable either. They could feel a rather sharp something digging into their collarbone- it was almost enough to make them move.

Wearily, they opened their eyes but immediately regretted the decision as sunlight assaulted their vision. They buried their face back against whatever they were laying on in an attempt to block some of it. The attempt was feeble at best. It was so damned bright- maybe they really were dead…

The thing they were atop of groaned, and suddenly everything came rushing back to them. Odin’s death, Hela returning, the fight within the bifrost and Loki… He had jumped after them with no hesitation to save them- or at least attempted to.

They pushed themselves up onto their hands, eyes widening as they stared down at the man below them. His hair was strewn about messily, a few wounds littered his skin and his face screwed into a painful grimace. They quickly rolled off of him only to plop hard onto their ass beside him. Immediately they regretted the sudden movement. The world seemed to spin and black spots dotted their vision for a second, the threat of everything going dark imminent. They were quickly reminded that their head had been the thing to shatter the bifrost stream.

“Sunlight-“ Their nickname was the first thing that came from him coupled with the feeling of his hand on their leg. It had been a long time since he had called them that, the last being just before they put him into his cell on Asgard. It wasn’t nearly as soft as it was now, the sneer he wore still clear as day in their mind. In one way, it was a relief to hear him say it, he was alive and they weren’t alone… but they could also feel a sharp sadness in their chest. “Are you hurt?” He asked while his green eyes met their own, filled with nothing but concern.

“I don’t think so? Head hurts…she used it as a battery ram…” As they spoke, they brought their hand up to the back of their head to assess the damage. They winced when their fingers brushed the sensitive spot but thankfully there was no blood. He stared at them, a deep set frown on his face. “We survived?”

“Looks like it- feels like it…” He grunted as he tried to stretch his neck a bit. From the way it looked, he must have taken most of the brunt force of their landing. It made sense. After they had lost consciousness, he must’ve grabbed them and in turn, held them tightly when they landed. The man looked around, brows furrowing even more so than before. “I think we landed on some- planet..”

They glanced to their side only to see a rather large pile of trash. It all seemed like junk- broken pieces of ships, bottles, various debris.. It looked just like a junkyard but- much bigger. Midgard had them but they were nowhere near as large. When they looked down, realization hit that they both sat upon another pile of trash. In fact- it seemed to surround them as they looked around again. It didn’t make any sense.

“A trash planet? Oh great…” Sarcasm was heavy in their tone as they moved to stand. The junk beneath their feet shifted, giving way into a small little trash landslide. They stumbled a bit as they sunk into the mass below because of it. Loki followed suit quickly, his hands reaching out to steady them out of instinct. They swatted his hands away, perfectly capable of doing it on their own despite the world spinning ever so slightly still. Out of the corner of their eye they saw that same look he had worn before. But again? It was gone too soon to make anything of it. “We need to get off this planet.”

“We don’t even know where we are- how are we to figure out how to get off of it?”

“I don’t know- we walk or something.”

“Oh yes, walk, why didn’t I think of that.”

“Yes, walk- have you got a better plan?”

Silence.

“We can’t be the only ones here.” They muttered as they looked up to the sky. There were various vortexes, one rather big one that looked menacing, but all of them were spitting trash out of them quite constantly. Maybe going through one of them would be key, that was probably how they had gotten there in the first place.

With a huff, they climbed down the hill of junk. Or more precisely, slid down it. They let out a squeak when whatever they hit caused their foot to catch, launching them forward. Luckily they managed to catch themselves before they face planted into the next pile- and that one looked particularly wet. That was one way to get down… Loki didn’t follow right away, instead he had climbed a bit higher than they had been, a piece of an old ship that was flatted by the sheer force of gravity as his platform. His head swiveled, as if he was looking for something, anything that could have given them an idea of which way to go.

“There’s a city!” He exclaimed, pointing presumably in the direction of it. They almost wished they hadn’t climb down so quickly but they were forced to trust that he was correct. “Doesn’t look too far.” The man said as he quickly descended the pile, much more gracefully than they had done.

“The sun seems low, we should try to get there before nightfall if we can. Who knows what comes out at night.” He was right, as much as they didn’t want to admit it. The sun was close to the horizon, but neither knew how long they actually had.

There was no telling what would emerge from the piles when it was dark, what creatures lurked. Sure, they both had had their fair share of dealing with rather, grotesque things but there was an unease that coated the air. Moving and moving quickly was their best option.

“Well then why are we still standing here?” They huffed as they brushed past him, their shoulder hitting him in the arm. They just wanted to get it over with, it was probably going to be a long walk. When they didn’t hear footsteps following, they stopped, brows furrowing. Was he really going to be so petulant as to not follow? They threw a glare over their should only to be met with the god of mischief staring at them, slight amusement in his features.

“It’s the other way, sunlight.” He said, a smirk on his face. They felt frustration build in their chest, the need to smack that look right off his stupid face. He was very clearly enjoying how frazzled everything had made them and it infuriated them. Now they wished they had let Jane slap him a second time instead of stopping her…he deserved it.

With another huff, they stuck their nose in the air and pushed past him yet again, this time in the direction they needed to go. When they heard his footsteps follow, there was a small relief to it. At least they weren’t alone- even though it meant they were stuck with him, it was still better than trying to figure out a strange planet by themselves. And so? They trekked on in silence.

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Just saw this on Pinterest and it sparked a rant…

PREACH.

I think that the fact that he was used for plot shows how misunderstood he is (at least in my opinion) His intentions are not purely good and that’s what we’ve seen. Anyone who chooses to completely ignore this isn’t seeing the whole picture.

His story is told from every perspective but his. He was never given any true reason for his actions like his sudden urge to end himself in Thor 1 or his sacrifices in general. There’s not enough emotional scenes with him in the movies to truly understand his character. We needed him to be defined in ways they never gave us. What happened to his Jotunn form? It was never brought up after Thor 1 even though it was clearly a life changing event.

Thor Ragnarok was easily the best of the Thor movies, HOWEVER, I’m still a bit salty about how they missed so many opportunities to get Loki vulnerable and have an excuse to open up. Hes not a very open person, neither of the Odinsons were as we’re told in the “open communication was never our family’s forte” scene. But when we add in the factors of Sakaar, like the profuse hedonism happening all around him, there’s a great chance he’d end up drunk or high or SOMETHING that puts him in a position of vulnerability. We know he’s hedonistic as loki, himself, claims in the Loki series.With that vulnerability, comes many true intentions. Maybe how he’s never actually hated Thor. How he deeply regrets and blames himself for Frigga’s death. Maybe some of his trauma like his frost giant form or his adoption. Something about feeling in a shadow his whole life. How he feels he craves attention. How he knows he’s narcissistic. Why doesn’t he ever use his magic besides conjuring daggers? SOMETHING. Something that’s strong enough for someone (maybe Valkyrie because she has kind of an epiphany too) (maybe Thor) to work with and convince him otherwise. Because his decision to help Thor and come aboard the statesman were super last minute. He had one small talk with Thor about how he always stayed the same, and always betrayed people, but that’s the deepest it went. It did not show intention. It was merely an easy observation from Thor. And Thor still betrayed him and left him writhing on the floor for hours (a pain Thor himself could not stand without passing out). That wouldn’t make anyone want to go back and try to save their planet from something they’ll most likely die from. Loki knew that they would most likely die if they went back and he did anyway for no apparent reason.

That’s my main problem with Ragnarok. There’s some minimal issues have to do with power scaling. They like to make Loki weak to throw him around a bit like with doctor strange.

It also kinda bugs me how we never got to know what happened when he got to Sakaar in the weeks before Thor was there. Was he found by scrappers? He got hit by a dagger and fell out of the bifrost; does he have any injuries? How did he befriend the grandmaster(I think we all have our theories…)? So much is left untold about him because of the excuse “it’s just not his movie”.

And I’m not saying this in the position of trying to make Loki take up the spotlight of the Thor movies. In fact it would be quite ironic to feel that should happen seeing as how the whole movie is from the perspective of someone who took up all of the sunshine for the two of them. I’m saying it as someone who feels bad for such a complex character that was never allowed to show his wide range. I wish that they would’ve done something with his character that didn’t revolve entirely about him helping or hurting Thor.

They didn’t have to heal his trauma, more so address it. Don’t give a character emotional baggage if you don’t want to write it into the story. I get that Loki being Jotun is canon, but why is it only a part of Thor 1? Why have it to shove it down with all of the things you never had time to address.

I feel that it should be like the captain America trilogy. Steve is the hero, and his friend (Bucky) goes from hero to traumatized villain, to antihero/hero. That’s what made it so good, is that there was character development in characters besides the one smack in the center of the poster. I’m saying that, like Bucky in the cap trilogy, Loki needs development and depth of his own, regarding his trauma and backstory. They did such a great job with Captain America, even with not very many Bucky scenes.

It truly seemed accidental to add this depth to Loki because of how little they actually acknowledge it.

And that’s not even counting his rumored torture with Thanos. I don’t believe it’s been confirmed as canon, but I feel that it’s heavily implied through his interactions with The Other. He’s flinching when his hand comes to his face, he was sweating profusely, looked awful, and didn’t seem to be in the right mind when he came down to earth. I’m not saying he was tortured, but I don’t believe people do that just cuz. Something had to have at least influenced him in the void, with physical consequences too. Additionally, there’s the scepter that he was holding the entire time. And the eye color theory as well. Tom Hiddleston even confirmed that while he doesn’t know what canonically happened in the void, but he imagined it as hell for Loki.

Back to my other claim, when I stated that the reason might have been “it’s just not his movie”While in the Loki series, yes we get a bunch of Loki, but still not his true intentions until one of the last episodes where he claims “I don’t want to be alone.” It doesn’t really make sense that that was his motive, because he kept pushing people away his entire life. One could argue that he was scared of being the monster that his kind was made out to be, but that wouldn’t make sense because marvel had him do some awful things to contradict that, and when he became an anti-hero, he didn’t say really anything about how he’s ashamed of himself or hates what he’s done, the blood on his hands. Then to the last potential motive, perhaps it came from emotional neglect a child. It is that he wanted to be seen, known for something, and not forgotten like he always felt he was. We don’t see much of what happened but we do see in the first scene of Thor 1 that Odin says they were both born to be kings, which is true, but not to the same kingdom. Thor is so convinced he’ll be king and Odin doesn’t deny any of the awful things he says about killing frost giants. Loki was never supposed to be king of anything, rather a peace treaty, and he grew up not even knowing why, only that SOMETHING made him less than Thor. And that naturally put him against Thor. He was taught from a young age that if he wanted attention, he had to work for it, to do something that would be worthy of praise, just not to feel forgotten. So when he tried to kill the first giants, he was stepping up to finish the mighty task that Thor had started because Thor was now not in the way to take all of the glory. His sun was was not obscured. And when he went to earth, he most likely felt that everyone had moved on from him, so he would now do something never done before and take over Midgard.

And these are horrible things to do, but because he was taught from so young that he had to be great or do something of multitudes to deserve attention, he became desperate. Desperate for someone to recognize him, even for something terrible. In the void it probably drove him to madness. But these motives were never confirmed, instead brushed off as he didn’t want to be alone.

Furthermore, in his own show, that was supposed to be told from his perspective and follow him, felt out of place. He had no real reason to help Mobius and the TVA but he did after having an easily concocted indent it crisis. To me, Loki doesn’t seem like someone who would break that easily. If he did, we would’ve seen so much more in the movies. But they were just a bunch of strangers, one of which said they “saved him from being pruned” but Loki had no reason to believe any of that.

And in the memory chamber thingy where Loki’s life was played before him, there were only the scenes that were in the Thor films. It seemed like he was only watching himself through Thors eyes still.

And most of all! They introduced a female variant of himself to show his “gender fluidity” when she was just born female (which is not gender fluidity at all) and acknowledged her trauma instead. And hers was only running from the TVA as a child. She didn’t have to find out the hard way about her adoption. And then because Loki could relate to her, and she kind of understood him, he HAD to develop a romantic interest in her just for them to scrap the idea and make their chemistry AWFUL. Sylvie should’ve been the sibling Loki always needed. One that saw him as an equal.

They even had a whole come-out scene for Loki, just for him to fall in love with the female version himself 😑 Lokius (Loki + Mobius) would’ve been so much better if it was about someone understanding him. Mobius spent his time at the TVA studying Loki, seeing his entire life, and believed in Loki. They became friends which I liked. But that was about it.

And giving Sylvie abilities like being the enchantress was kinda weird. The enchantress should’ve been in Loki but a Loki shouldn’t have been the enchantress.

They would’ve done so much better if there was no romance in the show. As Tom Hiddleston said in an interview, “the first stable relationship you have to have is with yourself” and I think they took it way too literally. He didn’t NEED a romantic relationship. He needed time to address his trauma and past when there was no rush. In the TVA, there’s no concept of time. Eternity could be there. There was finally an opportunity for him to figure out who HE was without Thor or people telling him what he needs to be (the canon timeline set for him.)

THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHO STAYED FOR THE RANT!

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✨The sun and the stars ✨

Part 3 — Part 1 | Part 2 | Master List |

Universe: Marvel - Thor: Ragnarok

Word count: 1.4k-ish

Ship: pre-established Loki/asgardian!reader - no use of y/n, reader is gender neutral (I started writing with she/her and went back to change it so there might be some missed— this isn’t beta read)

Warnings: Angst, reader is traumatized by New York and The Dark Elves, hurt/comfort, smut (eventually), rekindling love, Loki being Loki at times—

A/N: And finally- we got through the movie stuff! The next part is really where it gets started >:) Thanks for reading! Any feedback is appareciated!

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That word… home. It was the final word from Odin as he answered the call of his wife and found his place in Valhalla. For a moment, it was quiet, calm even but it did not last long.

“Brother…” Loki murmured, the weight of the moment shattering around them. The skies above greyed with a storm and the wind that had once been a nice sea breeze turned harsh. Thunder rumbled in the distance and from where they stood, they could see the palpable anger in Thor’s body language. Out of habit, they stepped forward when Thor turned his anger to his brother.

“This was your doing!” He growled, static building around them as he turned that anger toward his brother. Before he could manage to take a step forward, they were quick to slip between the brothers. It was quite reminiscent of when they were children and they often had to do the very same thing. While it was much more innocent then, Loki had always been one to cause trouble just to pull a reaction from Thor. It was different though. Underneath the anger there was sadness…betrayal. They didn’t blame him for his anger. In truth, they also held that anger and Loki deserved it. There were bigger problems to come though.

“Fighting isn’t going to help. It won’t bring him back.” They murmured gently as both their hands landed on Thor’s chest. They lightly pushed at him with the hope of keeping him somewhat at bay. In reality, he could have very easily powered over them and attacked Loki without batting an eye. It wouldn’t be the first time… But when he looked down at them for the briefest moment, the pain was evident in his eyes. “Please-“

As it had done many times that day, the air shifted as a heavy presence of dark magic fell upon them. Thor’s anger was quickly redirected as a portal opened from across the field. The magic felt chaotic, much more so than anything they had seen before. When he stepped away, they glanced over their shoulder to find Loki still staring at them. There was something in his eyes that they couldn’t quite put their finger on but like before, it was gone as quickly as it came. He pulled his gaze away and followed Thor forward.

Thunder crackled and was accompanied by a quick bolt of lightning as Thor dawned his armour. Loki was much more subtle, his magic washing over him to replace the black suit he wore with his usual green and gold armour. They too readied themselves, dark armour materializing upon their body, ready for what was to come. Inky black magic seeped around the portal and from it, a woman emerged. Unease filled their chest at the sight, the portal quick to close behind her. She was tall, fair and her long dark hair hung in her face like spindly webs. Unkempt was the word they would use to describe her but they feared it would not be that way for long. The aura that surrounded her was chaos in the purest form. She was the goddess of death.

“So- he’s gone. What a shame, I should have liked to have seen that.” She drawled, a menacing smirk on her face. Just that was enough to make their blood run cold. To have seen what? His death was peaceful… They couldn’t begin to fathom how much power it had truly taken the all father to keep her at bay if as she was in that moment wasn’t even her full potential.

“You must be Hela…I am Thor, son of Odin.” Thor was cautious as he spoke, gaze locked on her. Hela looked unamused as her eyes roamed the god of thunder. It was as if she were sizing him up, no- she was sizing him up. There was no mistake about that.

“Really. You don’t look like him.” She muttered, her tone quite uninterested in the fact itself.

“Perhaps we can come to an arrangement…” Loki offered. They felt him move closer to them. It was something he had always done when he felt that danger was imminent. They didn’t dare take their eyes off of the woman before them though. When her gaze snapped to Loki, her brow cocked as she did the same as she had done to Thor. It was painfully clear that she did not see either god as a threat.

“You sound like him…” There was clear disdain in her voice, her lip curled up into a snarl. “Kneel.”

“I beg your pardon?” If it were any other time that someone had said that to him, they might have laughed. His tone was full of offense and it was almost, just almost, comical. That blip of humor was quickly lost when Hela flicked her wrist and a sword, no doubt made of asgardian material, manifested in her hand.

“Kneel. Before your queen.” She said as a wicked grin spread across her face. Her stare finally fell onto them and her head tilted ever so slightly. She seemed to be trying to have exactly where they stood with the brothers. Despite the fear that was raging in their chest, they kept their outward demeanor calm as they manifested their own daggers in return. Hela gave a wicked grin in return, amused by the silent challenge.

“I don’t think so.” Thor grunted with heavy annoyance. He lifted his arm and easily threw Mjolnir at his so called ‘sister’. What none of them expected though, was that she easily caught it with one hand. Their eyes widened at the sight. Only the worthy could wield the hammer.. sure she couldn’t have been worthy.

“This is not possible-“

“Darling. You have no idea what’s possible.” As she spoke, her grip tightened on the weapon. For a moment, everything was still but they could see that cracks began to form in the stone. A large burst of power surged toward them all suddenly. They were quick to cover their face but stumbled back slightly from the sheer force that had been released. Slowly, they lowered their arm, eyes widening once more at the carnage.

The remains of Mjolnir lay crumbled on the ground at Hela’s feet. She had crushed it as if it were some normal weapon. That shouldn’t have been possible. The hammer was forged from uru, one of the strongest materials in the nine realms within the heart of a dying star. Along with that, it had been enchanted by Odin himself… It was a marvel of a creation and it had just been reduced to rubble by some woman.

There wasn’t time for anyone to dwell on the gravity of the situation. Hela’s dawned her helmet as one would before heading into battle. She stalked forward, blades in hand and a wicked grin on her face. She had come to fight for her rightful place.

“Bring us back!” Loki screamed upward, panic in his voice. Their head snapped toward him in shock.

“No!” The other two exclaimed but it was too late. The bifrost was opened. It engulfed them quickly and the rainbow bridge stream surrounded them all.

Despite moving so quickly through the realms, it seemed like everything had slowed down. Hela was not far behind them, a menacing grin still on her face as Loki’s daggers proved to be futile in slowing her down. Before they could prepare themselves, Hela had advanced upon them. They tried to fight her off, their own daggers simply bouncing off her as if they were made of rubber and not asgardian precious metals. That alone was terrifying. Still though, they continued their attempt to keep her at bay. It almost seemed as if the woman could predict every move they would make.

After mere moments, with little effort from Hela, she shoved them from within the bifrost’s stream. Suddenly, the only thing they could hear was their own heart pounding in their ears. Amongst the shattered pieces of magic there was a quick pain that was blooming on the back of their head. They never knew of anyone falling from the bifrost’s stream let alone the fact that it was solid or could be broken.

The last thing they saw was Loki throwing himself after her, his hand outstretched and the look on his face being one of pure terror. They tried to reach back, to know a comfort that had been lost for years but before he could grab them, everything went black.

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✨The Sun and the stars ✨

Part 2 —— Part 1

Universe: Marvel - Thor: Ragnarok

Word Count: 1.5k-ish

Ship: pre-established Loki/asgardian!reader - no use of y/n, reader is gender neutral (I started writing with she/her and went back to change it so there might be some missed— this isn’t beta read)

Warnings: Angst, reader is traumatized by New York and The Dark Elves, hurt/comfort, smut (eventually), rekindling love, Loki being Loki at times—

A/N: Still in the movie phase of things… the next part will kinda be the last of it for a bit (ya know they gotta deal with Hela so)- Hope yall enjoy! 🖤

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The portal engulfed all three of them in an instant, static filling their ears. They never could understand why Strange’s magic was so- well loud. Perhaps it was because of how they had been taught. Stealth over flashy, although through the years, Loki had definitely preferred flashy exhibition of his abilities.

When they opened their eyes, the surroundings had changed from the dimly lit sanctum to a grey cliffside with the sound waves crashing against the rocks below. If they had been there for any other reason, it would have been truly beautiful but at that moment? The salty air felt thick and heavy.

They hadn’t expected Stephen to send them through as well. That wasn't fair! They didn’t even get a say whether they even wanted to go or not! There was no reason for them to be part of whatever was happening. It had been a long time since they had been in the ‘superhero’ scene, much preferring the quiet of the sanctum over the destruction of man kind. Between that and the fact that they were faced once more with the man that they thought dead for the second time in their lifetime?! That was a whole bag of worms that needed to be sorted out in an entirely different manner. That manner did not involve being on some cliffside field wherever they had been sent. In fact, they weren’t even sure they wanted to deal with that bag of worms to begin with!

Silence hung between the trio like a wool blanket. They glanced over to see Loki pull himself up from the ground. Truthfully, it had been quite funny to them that the god thought he’d be able to even get remotely close to Stenage… but the gravity of what really was happening settled like the humidity of a hot summer day. Who was the first to see the All-Father? They’d never be able to figure it out but Thor was the first to move. He moved quickly and without a word, they did the same. Loki was slower to follow, slipping past them to stand beside his father They made a point to stay slightly behind the brothers, clasping their hands together in an attempt to keep them from trembling. It felt as though there was a lot more to the situation than just finding the all-father.

“Father it’s us-“ The god of thunder said as worry plagued his features. He looked over his shoulder at them for a moment but they were unable to give him any comfort in the matter.

“Look how beautiful this place is-“ Odin spoke, his gaze roaming the landscape before them. He wasn’t wrong…it truly was breathtaking. Thor stood beside him, concern etched upon his features. “My sons, I have been waiting for you.”

“I know. We’ve come to take you home-“ Thor said gently, almost as if the elderly man would break if his voice was any louder.

“Home…yes.” The All-father paused, his gaze still fixed ahead toward the vast ocean that lay before them. “Your mother..she calls me.” His gaze shifted to Loki, a gentleness in his eye that they had never seen from the man before. “Do you hear it?” The look on the god of mischief’s face was full of pain, perhaps even a tinge of regret as he looked out toward the ocean.

Despite everything they all had been through, Frigga had been a shining light to all… Her death hit everyone hard but it had been clear that Loki took it the hardest of all. It really hadn’t surprised them when Thor shared how he had found the god of mischief in shambles after it happened… No one would have ever known though. Loki often kept a tight hold on his emotions but if one knew where to look? They’d be able to see the crumbled foundation behind his eyes. There were very few people that had seen him so venerable. But they knew, they had always known.

“Loki. Lift your magic-“ Thor growled. It prompted them to take a step closer. It wasn’t the time to fight and even Loki knew that as he shook his head. The All-Father let out an amused laugh, leaning his head a bit to look at his younger son.

“Took me quite a while to break free from your spell.” The man looked…proud. They felt their chest tighten painfully. That had been all that Loki had ever wanted. His father to be proud of him…but here? It seemed less like an accomplishment and more like something was coming to an end. “Frigga would have been proud of you.”

The urge to reach out to Loki was overwhelming but something held them back. Perhaps it was the way Odin spoke… It felt like they had intruded on a moment that should have truly just been between father and sons.

“Come sit with me, all of you, I don’t have much time.” Odin murmured, offering them a look over his shoulder before he walked to a rather large boulder. The man settled himself onto it, though it was clear that he was in pain. The brothers followed offering shared glances of concern to one another.

Again, Odin looked over his shoulder and reached his hand out to them. It was a gesture that they wouldn’t have ever expected from him. The two had never really been on best terms but they attributed it to the fact that at one point they were meant to be Thor’s betrothed, handpicked by the man himself… But, while Thor became a good friend, their heart never resided with him. From day one, they gravitated to Loki like the tide with the moon. He had been the same. Frigga was the first to see it and with great difficulty, she had also been the one to convince her husband to let them marry instead. Thor had been quick to agree, though they knew Loki never was told that. But what did it matter now? It was all just a distant memory.

They stepped forward and laid a hand upon his. He gave a gentle squeeze before pulling away to turn back toward the ocean. Carefully, they placed that same hand on Thor’s shoulder with a small hope that it would provide some comfort.

“I know we failed you. But we can make this right.” The god started, a bit of an exasperated desperation in his tone. Odin shook his head, dismissive of what the other had said. This was far beyond any of them.

“I failed you. It is upon us- Ragnarok.” That alone made every hair on their body stand. If the All-father felt it, then it was true. Every tale, every warning…it had all been true.

“No Ive stopped Ragnarok, I put an end to Surtur.” Thor exclaimed as he straightened up a bit. He almost looked proud as he hoped his father would praise him for the deed. That didn’t come.

“No.. it’s already begun. She’s coming.” He paused for a moment, his breath almost labored before he began to speak again. “My life was all that held her back but my time has come. I cannot keep her away any longer.”

“Father…who are you talking about?”

“The goddess of death, Hela.” Silent confusion hung between them all. They spared a glance toward Loki who, at that same moment, looked to them as well. They had long since mastered silent communication with one another. It was clear as day the fear that had blossomed within his eyes. How much had Odin truly lied to them all? She is my first born, your sister.”

“Your what-“ Thor said the thing that seemingly they all wanted to say. Loki’s eyes snapped from their own back to Odin.

When the man spoke again, he spoke of Hela as a blood thirsty warrior. How she craved more power than he could ever allow. It had become too much for him, for Asgard so his life was the only thing that could keep her at bay.

“She draws her power from Asgard- When she gets there? Her powers will be limitless.” Their grip on Thor’s shoulder tightened a bit, the idea of someone that powerful was, well, almost unimaginable. How could such a person exist? They had all been raised to believe Odin the most powerful.. but that reality shattered around them. Had everything been a lie?

“Whatever she is, we can stop her together.” The ever optimistic god of thunder said as he puffed himself up a little bit.

“No…I’m on a different path now.” Thor deflated at his fathers words, a solemn aura surrounding them all. Their chest remained tight, the inevitable of what the All-father had been hinting at felt much too close. They brought their other hand to lightly rest on Odin’s shoulder, afraid that he would break beneath it.

“This you must face alone. I love you my sons- look at that. Remember this place.” When Odin gestured to the vast landscape before them, they couldn’t help but follow with their eyes. It was beautiful. Seagulls squawked along the shoreline, the tall grass rustled around them with the sea breeze… It truly was a beautiful place.

“Home.”

[hannisconfused]

i’m genuinely so scared

[lilluvlygirl]

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