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[tilltheendwilliwrite]

I just spent the day reading @nildespirandum 's

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Literally all day. This is so damn hot. I loved the incubus/angel Loki angle and Nora the witch so dang much!

10/10 recommend for a truly deliciously smutty, sweet, hot as hell (pun intended) read.

[bradypnoea]

Loki And Nora's Infinity Stone Playlist | nildespirandum | 31 Works - 327k | Ongoing - Apr ‘21

The ongoing story of a customer service manager. And Loki.

Note: (The Great Wait ends tonight! The reports from the creative team seem very promising; fingers crossed that MCU overlords allow this story the autonomy it deserves. I'm sure the reaction to every episode will be absolutely bonkers and especially so for the premiere, so I hope everyone stays safe in their corner of the web. The block button is your friend!) 'Loki And Nora's Infinity Stone Playlist' began in June 2016 with a bit of romantic comedy in 'Hel Is Being Other People' and has since expanded into nearly every scenario you might expect Loki to fall in. Nildespirandum (a.k.a. Misreall on AO3) once again creates an expansive and comprehensive universe that visits both familiar and unfamiliar locations, and has populated it with a range of vibrant characters. Expect adventure, deception, sex, magic, violence, heartbreak, indignation, and love that spans galaxies.

- Masterlist on Author's Tumblr | @nildespirandum | Series on AO3 -

The Old King looked smaller to the guard.

Not small, but smaller. As if he were if not a man, but a great monument to a man that had lost some of its finer details. Not worn down by time, but broken off by, say, toppling over after losing the thing that had propped it up.

Or maybe it was he did just look like a man for the first time, not a monument at all.

A man sitting in a ruined, cold hall, on a broken throne, with no one around.

The guard gave a low bow, and reported to the King. His elder son was still at large, but his younger son’s body had been found on the dead planet of their enemy. His icy corpse had been frozen to the ground and they had not been able to bring him home for burial. Yet. After their enemies were vanquished there would be time to-

The King silenced him with a small gesture. A flick of his fingers from the hand that covered his red, raw eyes from the sight of his inferiors. From everyone.

The guard bowed again and turned to leave his lord to his private (and surprising) new grief.

He had almost made it to the great iron doors of the throne room when his father’s voice, a whisper that could be heard in the vaults of heaven, said, “Loki.”

He stopped and turned back, “Loki is gone, All-Father.”

Odin may have been diminished and even broken. But a broken sword is just as dangerous as a whole one, if thrust hard enough. In a few steps he was nose to nose with the man dressed as a royal guard. “Even if you think me weak, even if you think I do not love you well enough to know you anywhere my child, do you really think I am so blind as to not know that imperious stride of yours anywhere? My son?”

Continue reading on AO3...

[icybluepenguin]

@misreall replied to your post “Brown Plaid Doll”

I got so excited! I thought there was a new chapter! This is one of the two greatest fics ever!

Soon!!  Ish.  But soon!  The draft is finally done, which is the part that takes the longest.  We’re moving at the end of the month, so I don’t have a ton of free time, but I’m hoping it won’t be too much longer before an update! :)  (Sorry to have gotten your hopes up, though!  Thanks for sticking around.  I love you! <3)