Happy mother's day Sarah Rogers, your son still buys you flowers and paints you something.
Happy mother's day Queen Frigga, your eldest still prays, your youngest still holds your world's together.
Happy mother's day May Parker, your nephew still hopes you remember him.
Happy mother's day Sarah Wilson, your sons got up early today to try and make you breakfast.
Happy mother's day Pepper Potts, you have gotten a card from absolutely everyone at the compound, but your favorite is the little hand-made one sitting up in your kitchen.
Happy mother's day Olivia Walker, John just called and offered to take little walker today so you could go out.
This is now my favourite scene in the entire MCU, and you can't convince me otherwise.
He has literal tears in his eyes; he had no idea if he would make it, but he still took the risk just to save his friends, and look at him now! An actual selfless hero and one of, if not the most powerful being in the entire MCU! Frigga would be so proud ♡♡♡
A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter 25 (Loki x fem! Reader Series)
Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters- Especially the events in the second book, A Court of Mist and Fury and onwards. England. 1885. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him.
Chapter Summary: In which you and Loki discuss the Prophet's words.
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Loki turned to you.
"What did he say? What did the Prophet require?" he asked.
You fiddled with your hands.
"He...he required that...he said that the only way to defeat Grendel...is...is to gather the trove items and shove them in the cauldron, and..."
"And?" Loki raised an eyebrow.
"And Stella must agree to come to him...but Loki, we can't! We can't do that!" you cried.
"Y/N, I know how dear she is to you; she is even dear to me. But...we have to," he replied.
You curled up your fists and dropped them at your side. Your face felt hot and your blood boiled.
"What! We...we can't! Do you realize they'll brutalize her! What things they'll do to her?!" you shouted, gesturing out into the air. "We can't put her through this!"
Loki folded his arms, his eyes serious at you. None of that mischievous twinkle.
"What if that doesn't happen?" Loki asked.
"But it will happen! It will happen without a doubt!" you replied.
Loki folded his arms.
"Did it ever occur to you that the Prophet has always been right?"
"Well, what if he's wrong?!"
"Y/N, you have to trust him."
"Trust him! We just burned his corpse!"
"The Prophet knows all of these things!"
"I can't let Stella be raped. Or even killed when they're done with her."
"They won't kill her."
"We might as well. We might as well be sending her to her grave," you spat.
Loki stepped forward and touched your shoulders.
"Listen, my love- I know...your heart was broken in the past. I know you were hurt by someone you trusted...but you have to trust the Prophet."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because he was your friend. Because he died to give you vital information. Because he said it's the only way to defeat Grendel."
You had to pause. He was right. You knew in the pit of your stomach he was right. A gust of wind blasted from outside.
"Then...if it's the only way to defeat Grendel...it's the only way to defeat Grendel," you said with a sigh.
Loki summoned the portal. You both stepped through it. This time, the lights were orange all around you. You got a strange floaty feeling, then you landed in the throne room.
It was pure chaos.
Armed soldiers were running around everywhere. People were shouting, even crying. Gaurds were talking to each other. You could smell the smear of paint as Asgard warriors were polishing their armor. There was a warmth of fires as a few small fireplaces were put to forge weapons. The rhythmic clanging of metal and of practice training was everywhere. The stench of sweat and of men was in the air.
Frigga looked over the crowd at the throne. Loki ran to her
"Father- gather the circle. Emergency meeting," he begged.
Frigga nodded. She then went to a few servants and sent them out. Something about it made your heart race.
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Your heart was still racing by the time you got to the throne room. You paced about.
"I'm going to vomit, I'm going to pass out," you said.
Loki got up.
"Come here, my love-let me hold you," he said.
He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You froze, then relaxed. He smelled of citrus. Of pleasant things. Dreamy things. Calming things. You took him too, keeping him close. He stayed there, and tears welled up, coming out despite you.
"Loki..." you muttered, letting it all come over you.
"Oh, my dear, you are brave, the bravest woman I know. All will be well."
"But we're about to face a battle; what if we die?"
"Then I will wait for you in Valhalla. And I will cross each lifetime and each realm to find you."
He kissed the top of your head. Soon everyone filed in. You sat beside Loki, clutching his hands.
"Well, what did he say, sweet lady?" Hal asked.
"The good news is that he knows about your true love. Her name is Catherine, and she lives in France."
Hal's eyes widened; he smiled.
"Well then, I shall tarry for her."
"But...there's a catch...The Prophet says that for Grendel to be defeated...Stella has to go to him."
Jonathan gripped the table.
"Grendel, that sick fuck!" he hissed. At once he got up out of the table; Robert put a hand on his shoulder and guided him down.
"It is the only way. The Prophet was killed while delivering this information; it would be what he would have wanted," Loki announced.
"But we can't let him do that to her!" cried Jonathan.
"No...I'll go."
Everyone's heads turned. Stella was quiet. But her eyes were sure. She put a hand around her beads, and then stood up.
“Of course they’re like really deep, close friends. Mobius gave Loki a second chance at life. And then Loki gave Mobius (…) the truth”. (Tom Hiddleston)
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“My biggest criticism of what we did throughout the four movies was that after the first movie, we didn't take advantage of the relationship between those two characters, which really formed the backbone of the first film” (James McAvoy)
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Many years later, in Asgard...
"Dómr, step forward." Odin's booming voice ordered from his bench. I rose to my feet and stepped towards the defendant - a palace worker that had dared to steal Frigga's jewelry while on duty, or so he's accused.
My hands clasp behind my back, leaning forward just a smidge in unsated curiosity as I hold the accused's gaze. "Agnar," I stated firmly, searching his eyes for the tell-tale signs of deceit, could feel his body tensing with the friction of his lousy half-truths he had been spilling over the last half-hour - a true sociopath at heart. "Did you steal Queen Frigga's jewels?"
"No, I did not." Agnar affirmed, seeming to be confident in his answer - too confident. He was convincing, I could at least give him that much. Your thoughts cannot hide your lies to the naked eye for long, however, nor can your heart.
"He is lying to you, Dómr." She hissed.
Straightening, I nod in response to his answer, taking a moment to let the thought settle on my tongue to ensure that I make the correct decision, making sure that I agreed with Lady Karma. His life was in my hands, after all. I turn on my heel, looking up to Odin atop his court pedestal. "He is lying, Your Highness."
After my declaration, I step back to my seat across the half-wall barricading the defendant from the onlooking audience. The palace walls were a shimmering silver with milky white pillars and accents across the courtroom. The crowd was respectable and quiet, no one in particular seeming too noteworthy besides a few people who were frequent watchers that I had somewhat gotten to know across my time spent in Asgard. This was the room I practically resided in, after all.
"Now, I will only ask you one more time," Odin warned dangerously, leaning forward with his hand supporting his head. If I was being honest, The Allfather had always startled me, in tales and after meeting in person. Somehow, seeing him up close was an entire new level of fear. "Are you sure that is the story you would like to stick to?"
A beat of silence passed, then another, before Agnar responded, "Yes, Your Highness."
"Very well, then." Odin declared, lounging back on the bench with a content smile on his face. Oh, how he loved punishment. "I hereby find you guilty, sentenced to ten years in our own palace's jail cells. I suggest you work hard and think about the crimes you have committed against your kingdom in the meantime." He cruelly ruled, motioning for the jailers to take the criminal away. Once the prick was out of sight, Odin ajourned the court for this evening and the civilians flooded out of the courtroom.
After speaking to the few lingering guests for a moment and wishing my farewells, Lady Karma's voice spoke to me. "Turn around."
When I did, my eyes fell onto a shadow in the corner of the courtroom. What I find there - or who I find, rather - was none other than the infamous Loki. The lurking, dark Prince of Asgard. The man seemed to always have some sort of trick up his sleeve, no matter the occasion - and if he wasn't tricking someone, he was watching. He was always watching, and nobody walked the palace grounds without his knowledge of it. We held eye contact for a long second, a second that felt far longer than what the reality proved to be. Then, as quiet as he came, he vanished into the darkness. I shrugged off the encounter, seeing as how Loki was being... Well, Loki.
Now that court was done with for this day, I exited the room and traveled down the shiny silver halls of the Royal Palace, alone with my distractingly loud thoughts. As I reach my destination of the library, I began to wonder how many times I had actually walked this hall - probably a sum of time that could equate to many of days worth of walking if you put it all together. I wondered how little the walls had changed in this walkway, a stark contrast to how vastly my life had changed over the years.
It was... sentimental, almost. Nostalgic, even. To think that I had made it this far, had survived a trap that was determined to belittle and harm me. To have lived through a literal serum that seemed to curse me with an ever-present voice of some deity-like earworm. An earworm she simply just couldn't shake off, yet seemed to have single-handedly saved my life over far more than I cared to admit. The voice that guided me through the loops of darkness and the cruelty of karma. An unbalanced devil on my shoulder, as it were.
She must have heard me, because the second that thought had sprung to life, the loud sound of a glass shattering rang out. The sound had nearly made me jump out of my skin, wherever it came from within the halls. Maids swarmed down the hall quickly to the noise as I tuned away to continue my stride to the library.
It wasn't long before I reached the arch of the doors where the stories await. The library was simply my favorite place in all of the palace, the place where all of the deepest depths of my curiousities can be fulfilled, a place where I can relax and indulge in the works of the fascinating worlds and beings around me, where my morals and faiths can be challenged and bended from just mere sentences and vague ideas from the authors. The scent of old leather and worn paper fills the air around me as I walk along the aisles of books, deciding what to read today.
Most of these books, I had come to read over my time in this palace. More often than not, I recognize a tale I've already read. Even harder to come across any new, noteworthy ones. Eventually, I came across a title written in a language from Midgard, a fictional book that seems to be quite a name for itself back in it's home. I slid the book from it's slot, flipping the novel around to read the synopsis of the bound pages.
With a nod and a quiet hum of approval, I hold the book to my chest as I walk towards a table in the corner of the library, getting comfy in the chair as I opened the book. For the next few hours, I had my nose in the pages of the book and flying through the pages as if it was just measly poems. It was a beautiful story of two lovers, living simple lives with white-picket fences. A heartwarming story throughout most, but began turning into a chilling, harsh reality. A story where violence overtakes love and robs you of the 'happily ever after' that everyone thinks that they have and deserve.
I wasn't quite sure how long it had been when I came back to my senses, taking myself out of the story and back to my true reality. It was beginning to get dark over the skies of Asgard, which meant I would have to end this fictional journey for now and ready myself for the dinner that the Royal Family had been discussing all week. A formal event where the Allfather himself seemed to have some important news to be sharing with the family and the highest regarded staff. Including me.
I close the book after bending the corner of the page to mark my spot, carrying the book down by my side as I made my way back to my quarters within the palace. Before long, I was standing in my closet, trying to pick a dress for the evening, feeling like that would be the right call for the event.
Admittedly, it took me a little while to pick out a gown for the dinner. However, I eventually decided on a black, elegant gown with a leather corset to bind it all together. With haste, I slipped on the dress before exiting the closet, tidying up the little makeup I had on and fixed a few stray hairs that audaciously popped out of the elegant Asgardian braid.
"He is here." Lady Karma whispered.
I froze for a moment, confused by the warning. "Who is here?" I questioned lowly to myself, looking towards the door when I finally heard the approaching footsteps. My shoulders eased, recognizing who the steps belonged to. "Come on in!" I shouted, turning back to the mirror to finish up the last touches.
Seconds later, the doorknob clicked across the room, opening wide to reveal none other than the blond god himself, Thor. He was cleaned up rather nicely for this event, even had his hair freshly cut and styled. He only stepped in a few steps, his goofy grin never leaving his face. "I have come to escort you myself to the party, Lady Dómr."
"I wouldn't expect any less from you." I smiled, setting the makeup brush back down on the mirrored vanity, quickly stepping to Thor. He put out his arm, and I link my arm through his and we set off towards the Great Hall of the palace.
The walk took only a matter of minutes, though those minutes were filled with stories about their respectfully eventful days. Before long, they were entering the Grand Hall, walking the long mile to their majesties thrones. Frigga, ever the sweetheart, pulled her son and I into an embrace each, greeting us with nothing but love and respect. As for Odin, I bow my head before the Allfather, my hands lacing behind my back respectfully. "Good evening, Your Highnesses. I do hope you are well."
Odin, though still rather stoic, had a small smile break out on his lips. He may have had a cruel sense of rule and justice, but he had always been respectful to me. After all, he has granted me a roof over my head for many, many years now. "Evening, Dómr. I trust you are well after today's trials?"
"Yes, Your Highness. Thank you," I replied, the smile never leaving my lips in the presence of my royalty.
"Ah, I see the lovebirds have arrived," A voice from behind me called. A voice I dreaded to hear. "How kind of you to grace us with your... nauseating presence." Loki sneered, the words sounding sour on his tongue.
Turning around to face the prince with a kill-you-with-kindness smile, I greet him with malicious sarcasm, "Loki, how exciting! I was hoping you'd be joining us tonight."
"I'm sure you were, little mortal," Loki hissed, imposing the height he has on me by leaning down just to look at me. He looked disgusted. Relentless. "It wouldn't be a party without me."
"Is that so?" I challenged, keeping my chin up to him defiantly. Silly fool, thought he could scare me. "I don't suppose you'll be doing card tricks tonight, will you?"
Smugly, Loki chuckled darkly before waving off her words as if it was no more that a clingy gnat in his vicinity. "Hardly, my dear. Card tricks are simply insulting to the tricks I could create. I suggest you keep your distance, lest you fall victim to a trick yourself."
"Keep your eye on him."
Oh, trust in me, Lady Karma. I was no easy fool, nor could he outwit me. I bow my head mocking, a smirk on my lips that certainly did not go unnoticed by the Trickster. Then, I step away from the family to assist the gossiping staff and chefs with setting the table and bringing food back and forth, listening quietly over their conversations.
'Clink!'
'Clink!'
"Attention, please!" Frigga announced, her voice booming across the walls of the hall, drawing every head her way. "Dinner will be starting momentarily, if everyone would take a seat."
As commanded, everyone had gathered around the long table, the King and Queen seated at the round ends of the table while the rest sat along the stretch of the table. While Thor had taken the seat to the left of Odin, Loki had seemed to want to sit in the back. Specifically, across from me. Why? Well, I wasn't sure. Probably to annoy me, to flaunt his title and rank to his favorite simpleton mortal to taunt.
Before the food and wine had been passed around for people to make their plates, an Aesir prayer was shared around the table. Silverware clattered against the porcelain dishes as many conversations happened amongst themselves. Loki, however, was rather quiet. Even his thoughts weren't as loud as everyone elses, and his eyes looked distant as he picked at his food, favoring the wine moreso than the dish itself.
"Didn't Mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" Loki's voice echoed in her head, though his lips made no movement. Always up to some sort of magic, wasn't he?
"Mistress Karma told me to keep my eye on you." I communicated, cutting my next bite and barely taking the time to glance up at him when doing so. "You seem... different, tonight."
"You don't say? How astute for you to have noticed." Loki responded, able to hear his sarcasm as vividly as if he was truly speaking. A tone that haunted me sometimes. "What else did she say about me, Darling? I'd bet she has quite the stories to tell."
Then, my eyes flicked up, giving him a glare through my lashes. "Don't piss her off. I'd hate to see what she has in store for you." I warned before continuing to my meal.
The rest of the time, he was silent. Seemed like he wouldn't be testing his luck tonight, preferably for the better. In fact, the only time my thoughts were interrupted when Odin rose at the end of the table, clinking his spoon against his wine glass. The room fell silent, eyes looking forward to the Allfather.
"I'm sure you all are wondering why I have gathered you all here on this night," Odin boomed as anticipation built on everyone's shoulders, what good or bad fate that was about to be bestowed upon them. "I assure, it is no less than important. I have... seemed to have fallen ill. I have reigned for... far too long, and it seems that now, it is all catching up to me."
"I will be vacating my throne within the coming year. I have decided it is time to pass my throne down to one of my dearest sons, and I have taken elaborate time to make a decision."
"My son, Thor, will be your new King in a rotation's time."
Applause errupted in the room. I look to Thor with a smile, over the moons for my friend. Then, I caught Loki's look. Well, seems like I found his problem. Something inside me had twinged at his hurt, dropping my head to conceal the smile I had prior.
Loki may have been a deceiving trickster, but that doesn't mean that I can't empathize with him. The man had been, more or less, neglected. Not having proper love from family is a betrayl like no other. One I could feel in my heart, even for the cold prince. Before long, he had gotten up, his plate unfinished, as he made his quiet exit.
