Dec 5, 2022
"i wish I was him" - "who exactly?.." - "yes"
i'm still into this. need to call this ship somehow
upd. now it's kratri (thanks @/deneus022 from twitter)
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"i wish I was him" - "who exactly?.." - "yes"
i'm still into this. need to call this ship somehow
upd. now it's kratri (thanks @/deneus022 from twitter)
Loki, appearing at the Bifrost fight in a whole new green outfit with cape and shiny helmet: you may see me and ask yourself 'wow, this guy looks really good, is he all dressed up for the fight?'
Loki: the answer is no
Loki: I figured I'd have to get the Tesseract out from the vault later and thought we may as well call it a date
9. "It was a nice lie." valki?
“I can’t hold it for much longer,” Loki murmured.
Valkyrie sighed. The sky above them was warm, and the manicured grass of the palace garden beneath them was soft and smelled rich and slightly spicy beneath the weight of their bodies. Birds sang in the trees, and the gentle burble of a fountain was quietly lulling them to sleep.
It was… nice. She’d never been able to have a shag in any of the royal gardens, so that was a bit of a treat, and it was interesting to see Asgard again. But it had been so long… it didn’t really look the way she remembered.
It was a nice lie. But Asgard was gone.
“You can let it go,” she said.
Loki detached his hand from her side and waved it languidly, dismissing the illusion and returning their cramped cabin on the Statesman to its normal white and orange. “I’ll try again tomorrow night,” he yawned. “Maybe for one of the royal bedrooms.”
“No,” said Valkyrie shortly, getting up from the bed to pour herself a drink. “It’s dead and we should leave it that way.”
Just Imagine...
Beautifully glistening music stops. Your new husband had summoned smooth string instruments native to the now-extinct Asgard.
Curious heads begin scanning the hall; whispering, wondering if should pay attention. No toast, no announcement. They carry on.
Loudly, shockingly, modern (..classic rock...) music seems to emanate from the walls. Faces look, for a brief moment, perturbed. Though, as if on cue, heads start bobbing and feet start tapping. Within seconds, bodies are committed to this fantastically fun tune as if they were familiar with the (this is....) style (...unexpected..).
“But who would...?” You ponder doubtfully, lightly holding your husband’s arm, as if to keep anchored to reality, while looking for the culprit.
With wide eyes, your focus comes upon a haori--black with white diamonds--being whisked away revealing a dark emerald jinbei. Slowly approaching as the crowd parts, you hold a gaze with those soft blue eyes. Now so close you know it must not be a trick, his scent like pine and dust and power; long spidery fingers reach to remove his bucket hat and sandy hair falls forward as he leans into a full bow, both arms outstretched. With a glance up, he smirks at you. Mouth hung open as your composure is abandoned, you look at your husband who is also smirking.
The music picks up tempo as you are whisked, in shock, among the observing crowd. Dress shimmering and flowing gracefully. Jinbei creating waves over his thin frame with each step.
You shake your head slightly, pulling out of a reverie. You had not been planning on anyone being able to celebrate for you. As much as the Asgardians have taken you, a lonely angel, in, the man in front of you is yours to cherish.
“Kisuke...how?” He is smiling cunningly as he twirls you dramatically while that last note rings throughout the hall.
“Your thoughtful husband,” he says simply, whisking you back to Loki who is watching with a happy, teasing expression.
“My darling, Asgard has suited you well,” Loki begins softly, “but I promise to always remember where you come from and all the lives you have, and will ever, live.”
You squeeze his hand then turn to Kisuke to embrace him, burying your face in his hair.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Heimdall (Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017), Canon Divergence - Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017), Dual-Sex Loki (Marvel), Pregnant Loki (Marvel), Incest, Mpreg, Friendship, Loki (Marvel) Feels, Pregnancy, Angst, Medical Examination, Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety Disorder, Hormonal Loki (Marvel), Original Character Death(s), Wakes & Funerals, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Pregnant Sex, Fertility God Thor (Marvel), Pregnancy Kink, Lactation Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Pillow Talk, Happy Ending Series: Part 6 of In Side Out Summary:
Loki worries about his future as the Statesman draws closer to Earth. An unpleasant revelation about his unborn child and his wildly fluctuating hormones don’t help, either.
Excerpt:
“Okay, moving on. Mother is good, now it’s time to take a look at Baby… uh.” Bruce’s optimism deadpans and he glances up at Thor. “You guys do surnames, right? With the royal thing? Is it Odinson?”
“Thorson.”
Bruce and Thor turn.
Loki’s expression is calm and serious. He regards them for a moment before lowering his eyes. “It’s the best choice, I think.”
Bruce smiles, charmed.
Thor, on the other hand, looks almost woeful. He reaches out and touches Loki’s cheek, lifts his face. “Are you certain?”
Lok’s eyelashes flutter. He gulps, the tendons in his throat anxiously flexing. “No one will question a child named after the mighty Thor, beloved Avenger and hero of Earth. But a child who carries the name Lokason…” He tries to grin and fails. His eyes gleam wetly in the room’s sharp white light. “It may as well be a curse.”
I’m Here, I’ll Be Your Crutch.
Loki quietly stepped into Thor's field of view on the mirror he was looking into, letting the other know he was there, quietly watching. It was a moment Loki didn't want to break the silence on, it seemed like it was important to Thor. His brother had gently touched, and traced the area around his eyepatch, examining it, getting a feel for it, before noticing Loki in the mirror.
Loki gave him a soft smile, it was one of sadness and regret. It was one of love, ready to rekindle their dying relationship.
"It suits you," Loki said, when Thor didn't say anything to acknowledge him there. Thor turned from the mirror to actually face Loki.
"Thank you." Thor replied, returning the soft smile Loki gave him before. "If you were here, I might actually give you a hug." He said, tossing the stopper up and down in his hand a couple times, before throwing it Loki's direction. Thor had expected his brother to be lost to him for some time after Ragnarok, possibly abandoning him again, travelling in his own provided ship until he was ready to join Thor again. That was assuming he wasn't killed in the explosion... Seeing him here now did ease some worries and fears he held.
When Loki caught the stopper, instead of the stopper going straight through him like Thor had expected, the air of tension that had slowly built up between them had disappeared, both males visibly relaxing. Loki took a couple steps closer to Thor, before stopping. "I'm here, brother," He promised, his voice soft spoken.
Thor closed in the small gap between them quickly, pulling Loki into his arms, holding him tight. He wrapped one arm around Loki, the other clutching the back of his head, as he buried his face against the other's neck. Loki had dropped the stopper in favor of returning the hug, his hands clutching Thor's cape.
I wish you would write a fic where Loki and Sigyn try to one-up each other pranking Thor, Valkyrie and the Avengers while on Earth. (Thanks, and Happy New Year! xoxo)
Dear Anon, I know you probably don’t remember sending me this ask, considering you sent it on New Years Day - two years ago - but better later than never, right? (Set post-Ragnarok, minus Thanos)
Loki’s return to Earth had notexactly been celebrated, but the Avengers needed him on an upcoming mission so hispresence was tolerated. Eventually they reached the end of their patience andso he was sent to annoy Doctor Strange at the New York Sanctum. He had to begrudgingly admit that theircollection of magical knowledge and artifacts was impressive, though it paledin comparison to Asgard’s. And didn’t he feel that loss keenly? He’d managed tosquirrel away almost a hundred of his most treasured volumes into his personalpocket dimension during his all to brief reign as king but there were hundreds of thousandsmore that had been lost to the fires of Ragnarok.
The Sanctum also held another mysterioustreasure.
“Sigyn? Is that name supposed tomean something to me?” Loki replied with disinterest, not bothering to raisehis eyes from his latest book.
“It should,” Strange smirked.“She’s your wife reincarnated.”
At that Loki deigned to raise hiseyes, flitting from the irritating Strange to the mortified initiate besidehim. She was fair of face and hair, the latter pulled back in elaborate braidsthat fell down to her shoulder blades, and she wore thick gloves on her hands inaddition to the standard burgundy garb of any initiate of Kamar-Taj.
“Is this a reference to yourlurid mythologies?” Loki drawled. “Because in truth I have never taken a wife.Though if you wish me to take her off your hands I would require a substantialdowry, say the Axe of Angarrumus? I received Thor’s name in Stark’s wintersolstice gift giving game and such a weapon would mean I don’t have to lowermyself to visiting one of Midgard’s marketplaces.”
Rather than reply Strange huffedwith irritation and flounced out of the room (the sorcerer may have justturned, the Cape of Levitation did all the flouncing). The woman gave him acurt bow before disappearing into the rows of shelving, and Loki would haveforgotten all about her the moment she was gone from his sight if Strangehadn’t screamed his name as he stormed back into the library less than a minutelater.
Loki laughed. He couldn’t helpit. The Sorcerer Supreme was standing in the middle of the room, his dark bluerobes now emerald green and his famed cloak a blinding gold, as his face turnedan interesting shade of red. It was the best thing he’d seen since the Hulk hadthrown Thor around like a ragdoll in the arena.
“What? It wasn’t me,” Loki arguedas Strange continued to glare at him after he’d been able to stop laughing.
With one flick of his wrists thesorcerer changed his robes back to their original hue and with another he cutthe legs off Loki’s chair, causing the Asgardian to fall on his ass with athud.
Loki was dusting himself off whenthe woman, Sigyn, reappeared, a heavy tome in her arms and a small smileplaying on her lips.
“It was nice to meet you,” she saidin lightly accented English before leaving the room via a portal she’dconjured.
Loki stared at the space she hadoccupied for a long minute before smiling to himself, “Interesting.”
In the days leading up to theMidgard winter solstice celebrations Loki thought of the curious Sigyn often,and though he frequented the Sanctum he had not seen her again, and dared notask Strange as to her whereabouts and give away his interest. In the end she came to him, arriving via a portal on the balcony of Stark’stower along with Strange and two other sorcerers, a hour late for Stark’sChristmas party.
Since they had last crossed pathsSigyn had apparently completed her training, having exchanged her initiaterobes for more formal ones of grey overlayed with a dark purple sleeveless coatwith silver embroidery. She still wore gloves the same shade as her robes, andtoyed nervously with the bindings. Stark was being his obnoxious self as heintroduced the sorcerers to the rest of the superheroes, scientists, andobligatory celebrities gathered on the 68th floor, and just as Lokiwas sure that Strange was about to push Stark through a portal to the farreaches of the universe, the Man of Iron was distracted by his AI systemintroducing the newest arrivals to step off the elevator – in Latin. Their hostsufficiently distracted, the sorcerers began to mingle (Strange making for oneJane Foster, the next smartest person in the room, much to Thor’s thinly veiledannoyance), and Loki made his way over to Sigyn.
“That was a nice trick.”
“I have no idea what you’retalking about,” she replied automatically as she took a glass of somethingbubbly from a passing waiter.
“Of course you don’t,” Lokismiled. “Just as I have no idea what’s going on over there,” he said, pointingto the bar where Valkyrie was trying drink after drink, growing more frustratedas each turned to water on her tongue.
Sigyn stifled a laugh beforegazing around the room in search of her next target. The slight twitching ofher fingers was the only indication that she had made her play and it was a fewminutes before Loki understood what it was. There was a small commotion acrossthe room and the man out of time stumbled away from a group of overly affectionatedebutantes, a sprig of mistletoe followed him. If he stayed in one place forlonger than five seconds the mistletoe hovered over his head and the peopleclosest to him felt compelled to kiss him. It resulted in the good captainrunning laps of the room as he cursed Stark for inventing some sort ofmistletoe drone.
As the party guests laughed Sigynraised an eyebrow in challenge but before Loki could contemplate his next movea loud slap rang out. All eyes turned to find Doctor Strange getting chewed outby Doctor Foster before the petite brunette stormed off.
Sigyn gasped. “What did you do?”
“It wasn’t me. Itseems as though the Sorcerer Supreme is fully capable of making an ass out ofhimself without my assistance.”
They watched as Thor made tofollow Doctor Foster and the moment he caught up with her Loki sliced the airwith his arm, sending the former lovers flying into a storage closet at the endof the hall. He immediately sealed the room – no one would be able to heartheir cries for aid and for all Thor’s strength he would not be able to breakout of the room before dawn’s first light hit the tower.
“Really?” Sigyn scoffed.
“They have been tiptoeing aroundeach other for weeks. It’s been painful to watch. One way or another it endstonight.”
“Fair enough,” she mused as hersharp gazed scanned the room. With a sly smile she ran a finger around the rimof her glass and half the room fell silent before findingthemselves singing a rather passionate rendition of “Santa Claus is Comin’ ToTown”.
Loki barely had a moment to enjoythe confusion before he felt a sharp pinch between his ribs.
“That’s enough,” the widowcommanded, pressing a blade so hard against his side it pierced through hisleather vestments.
Before Loki could proclaim hisinnocence Sigyn took a sip from her glass and the chaos fizzled out intoconfused laughter and the sounds of drinks being topped up. Loki breathed asigh of relief as the blade was removed from his side.
“If you can’t behave yourself itmight be better for your health if you retired for the evening,” the widowsuggested before rejoining her friends.
“Haha,” Sigyn chortled into herdrink. “You lose.”
“How so?”
“You got caught,” Sigyn repliedas though it were obvious.
“But it wasn’t my trick.”
“It still counts.”
“It does not!”
“It does too!”
In a fit of frustration, and inan effort to best his sparring partner, Loki threw a glamour over Sigyn,ridding her of her robes and dressing her in a glittering golden gown similarto those he had seen a few models in attendance wearing. The figure-hugginggown was quite alluring on her, as was the amount of exposed flesh, until onegot to her now glove-free hands which were misshapen with leathery scars. Sigyndropped her champagne glass with an anguished scream when she realised whatLoki had done, angry tears filling her eyes when she felt the room staring ather. She turned on her heel and summoned a portal with her sling ring,disappearing in a shower of sparks.
“What did you do?” Strange sighedirritably as he appeared at Loki’s side.
“I may have taken things a steptoo far,” Loki conceded.
“You don’t say.”
“Is there any way to follow her?”
With another put upon sigh,Strange summoned a portal for him.
“If my favourite student doesn’tcome back, neither should you,” Strange warned before shoving him through.
The portal closed and Loki foundhimself face first in the snow. He righted himself and in the grey light he wasable to follow Sigyn’s footprints towards a church and the cemetery behind it.He found her seated before a headstone once again dressed in her in grey andpurple robes. Her gloves were lying on the ground beside her and her misshapenhands sat in her lap. Loki approached cautiously and when she failed to attackhim he sat down next to her, joining Sigyn in staring silently at the headstoneof one Marta Magnusson.
“Most days I can forget aboutthem,” she said without preamble, turning her scarred hands this way and that. “But thensomeone will comment on my gloves and I remember it anew. If I don’t wear them I have to put up with looks of disgust or pity. I’m notsure which is worse.”
“…How did it happen?”
“When I was but a child my fatherthrew me into the fireplace during one of his drunken rages, pushed me down bythe heel of his boot, my little hands pushing back against the burning logs asflames licked my face. It felt like hours of agony but my mother assured me itwas only seconds, either way the damage was done. Recovery was almost aspainful, and whenever I cried about it my mother would wipe away my tears andsay, “Women are defined by what they can endure, little Sigyn, so it is in allthe great stories, and you are far too strong to give up now.”
She fell silent then, content toignore her companion in favour of losing herself to long buried memories. Itstretched on long enough to make Loki fidget, a dozen empty platitude dying onhis silver tongue.
“I’m not showing you mine,” hemuttered, just loud enough to draw Sigyn’s attention.
“Hmm?”
“I’m not showing you my scars soyou’ll think us even,” he bit out petulantly. “Just know that I have them. Also,”he added with a belligerent sigh, “I’m sorry for bringing yours to light the wayI did. It was cruel.”
She accepted his apology with abrief nod but made no move to bury her past once more and leave the frozen cemetery. Loki sighed again, cursing his newfound sentimentality, and outstretcheda hand towards the headstone. Within minutes an ice sculpture formed behind itin the shape of a mother embracing her child. The child may have resembled Sigynbut, Loki realised too late, the mother was most definitely Frigga.
Sigyn’s eyes lit up inappreciation but as she turned to Loki her smiled faded. Loki followed her gazeto his outstretched hand, now azure blue. Chastened, he gave it frustratedshake as though his true heritage was something he could easily rid himself of.He crossed his arms to hide it from view until it returned to his prefershade and avoided meeting her eyes.
“Can you only manipulate ice?”she asked, surprising Loki.
“What?”
“Is it only ice you can create?”she repeated, smiling as her eyes drifted skyward to the flurries of snowflakesthat drifted past on the wind.
Loki, sensing mischief, smiledback. “What did you have in mind?”
The karaoke portion of Stark’s Christmasparty was due to begin, but as the host took the stage a blizzard developed outof thin air, pouring in from the balcony and blanketing the room with snow.Panicked and freezing guests sought to escape it but where met with icy gales thatpushed them back from the elevators and stairwells.
It disappeared as quickly as it came but left the entire floor covered in two feet of snow. Stark was thefirst to regain his senses, but before he could call for Loki’s head his ownwas struck with an icy projectile. He turned on the spot to find the SorcererSupreme smirking back at him, his cocky cloak dusting snow off whatever its equivalentto hands were.
“Oh, it’s on now, Strange.”
Loki hoisted himself up onto thebar and helped himself to an abandoned glass of champagne, laughing at thechaos before him as dozens of enhanced individuals engaged in an all-outsnowball war. Sigyn joined him moments later after quickly forming a portal withher sling ring to divert a wayward snowball down the back of Wong’s robes.
Loki beamed at his partner inmischief and pushed a drink into her gloved hand. “To what doesn’t kill us,” hetoasted.
Sigyn laughed and clinked herglass against his. “May it always make us a riot at parties.”
‘Ere’s a Loki for y’all.