No Powers AU (Female Reader X Sylvie Laufeydottir)
Summary: When a blonde needs your help, you end up with something more.
Word Count: 1.7K
Content: Gross Loki but fluff otherwise :)
It had been a rough couple of months for you.
You paid too much for a small apartment in the city while working at a barista job that paid too little.
Your aunt, who practically raised you, was now sick states away, and your younger sister, who swore she would never settle down, had apparently found the person of her dreams.
You wouldn't say you were depressed, but with winter turning into spring, you couldn't call it seasonal anymore.
So, with the first Saturday in a minute to hit a reasonable temperature outside, you decide to take a walk around your local park. It had a small lake with benches and swings. Plus, there was a coffee shop that was actually better than yours nearby.
"Bye, Frances!" You whispered as you petted your American Shorthaired cat, who wasn't even your fan, before leaving.
Your dirty Vans hit the sidewalk as you adjust your baseball cap and put in your AirPods. Just because you were out and about didn't mean you wanted to talk to strangers. You just need fresh air and to feel the sun's warmth on your face.
About three-quarters of the way through your favorite artist's new album, your left airpod died. You could've sworn you charged them, but then you thought harder about it and couldn't remember the last time you charged the case...
You parked yourself at a bench and set down your hazelnut oat milk latte to pull out the dead airpod case and stuffed both AirPods into it.
More people passed by the longer you let yourself rest against the wood of the bench. It was nice, and you found yourself smiling. Especially when you watched a labrador retriever with one eye steal a breakfast sandwich away from its owner. "Lucky!" The black-haired owner yelled before shaking their head and getting up—dog in tow.
You decided to give yourself a few more minutes before getting up to finish your walk. But before you could even think about moving once the time was up, a woman joined you on the bench. She was out of this world, stunning, out of breath, and spoke in an English accent faster than your brain could comprehend.
"Couldyoupleasepretendtobemygirlfriend?"
You blinked at her. "...what?" The woman whose blonde curly hair cascaded around her face scooted closer. "Love, play pretend, please." She didn't wait for you to nod or anything before her hand with green-painted nails slipped its fingers in between yours.
You practically froze as her hand warmed yours. Her touch was like a shock of life as you couldn't help but feel yourself. You turned your head to her, but she was too busy looking towards a tall man with slick back black hair. "Here he comes." She whispered as she turned back to you.
Jumping at how close you were.
"Sorry." You said to her, but she shook her head. "No worries, dear." She then shined her pearly whites at you.
Pink rose over your cheeks.
You hadn't had someone smile like this in... "Sylvie!?" You looked over. So that was her name? The man whom she pointed out earlier came closer to the bench.
Shocked to see her. Or was he?
The blonde, who you correctly assumed to be Sylvie, let the man borrow her attention as she turned her head away from your soft eyes. "Loki?" She said in a fake cheery tone as she squinted at the man as if he wasn't standing too close to comfort. "That is you!" She said while laughing, bumping her shoulder against you.
The man, Loki, noticed.
His smile dwindled. "Yes..." He awkwardly moved as he stood by your bench. "I thought I saw you but wasn't sure."
Yeah, I thought I saw you, so I followed you???
You thought.
"It's me." Sylvie once again shined her teeth, but you noticed how it wasn't genuine, like when she smiled at you. "I'm here meeting with my girlfriend." The blonde spoke up, and thankfully, Loki didn't see how your eyes widened.
Sylvie squeezed your hand. You took that as a signal to save her from doing all the talking. "Hi!" Your voice came out more harsh than gentle, surprising you and Sylvie.
But the blonde loved it. "I'm Sylvie's girlfriend, Y/N."
Loki finally paid you any attention. "Right..." The man said as he extended his rough hand to you, gripping it with force. Not happy with how his morning was turning out. "I didn't realize she was seeing anyone?" Loki said as he let go of your left hand. His eyes trained on you.
You gave him a smug smile. "Things just happen." You then turned towards Sylvie and gave a sweeping smile to her. "Don't they, darling?"
Sylvie bit her tongue before she clicked her teeth and gave a similar smug smile to Loki. "They do." Loki let out a frustrated breath that he covered up with a false grin. "Well then, how long has this been going on?" He wagged a finger between you and the beautiful blonde next to you. You should've let Sylvie answer, but you were honestly starting to already get tired of this man.
"Two months." You said, making Loki's eyes light up. "Oh really!?" Sylvie's hand squeezed yours, but you didn't look her way. You just nodded to Loki. "Yeah, why?"
The man pulled his eyes from you to Sylvie. "What about our dinner a month ago?" Sylvie cleared her throat. "That was just a dinner, Loki."
He seemed unconvinced. "And the kiss?"
One look at Sylvie, and you could tell she regretted ever giving this man the time of day—especially the taste of her lips.
Sylvie turned to you. She was lost and wasn't sure which direction to steer this conversation. Luckily for her, you grew up in a household where everyone lied playing cards, so you could do this.
It's called Poker Face for a reason.
"Sylvie didn't want to hurt your feelings, Loki." The man in the suit and tie looked at you and shook his head. "You expect me to believe that?" Oh, this man had one hell of an ego. "I do because it's true. Sylvie told me all about the dinner. She couldn't get out of it. She would've felt bad. This kiss was to lessen the blow when she ghosted you." You wet your lips. "I'm sorry."
The words sprung from you without stopping, and Loki's grin flattened with each passing line.
Sylvie finally tore her eyes from your side profile and looked up to Loki. "I'm sorry, but I could only say no so many times without you listening." That made you remove your hand from Sylvie and throw your arm around her.
She bit her bottom lip at your hold.
"So you two really are together?" Loki sounded sad as he still wasn't sure.
You nodded for the two of you. "Do you need more proof?" Loki didn't say anything as you rolled your head to Sylvie. She was already looking at you. Her eyes were indulging and calm as they stared at you. "Kiss me, Y/N." She asked of you.
Your eyes closed as your lips softly collided with hers. You tasted like your latte, and she tasted like honey.
The simple kiss between the two of you convinced Loki enough as he walked away when he saw Sylvie's hand reach up to cup your face. However, you melted even more and pushed your body into hers as your arm wrapped around her.
You two only stopped when the air became non-existent.
Your lips would be bruised tomorrow, but that didn't matter right now as Sylvie looked at you with a shocked smile before realizing Loki was gone. You didn't bother looking.
"I- I didn't mean for it to go that far," Sylvie said with a nervous smile. "I'm glad it did." You weren't going to be shy. "I enjoyed it. As long as you did?" Sylvie nodded before laughing, covering her face with her hands. "I did, and I promise you I don't do this regularly."
You laughed. "I would hope so, or my day is ruined." Sylvie nodded to your joke as her eyes found yours again. "Thank you for that, by the way. I saw him and panicked." You understood. "Well, it looks like it worked, so I don't think you need to worry about him anymore." Sylvie nodded. "Except now he thinks I'm in a committed relationship."
You hummed and found yourself looking at the art on Sylvia's shirt before you lifted your eyes from the blueberries on it. "I love the shirt."
"I love your cap." She said even if she didn't care about American sports.
You smiled. "So what should we do about the relationship?" Sylvie closed her mouth and thought. "You're from her, right?" She asked, confusing you slightly. You nodded. "I live here. Yeah. A couple of blocks that way." You pointed behind you.
Sylvie looked. "I suppose...." She turned to you. "We could get to know each other. If that's alright with you?"
A flutter happened.
"I think it's more than alright, Sylvie." You whispered as you found yourself closer to the blonde. She didn't mind. "Perfect, Y/N," Sylvie replied as she gave you one more kiss as a thank you.
"Now... are you busy today?" Sylvie asked as her lips left yours. "Not at all." Sylvie smiled. "I was thinking about hitting this bookstore nearby. Would you like to join me?"
"Of course." You spoke honestly and with more excitement than in months. "Great," Sylvie said as she rose from the bench and stuck her hand out to help you up.
The two of you walked beside each other and brushed shoulders as you crossed the street. The loud city being a friendly reminder in the background. You could see how uncomfortable Sylvie was. "I brought my AirPods if you wanna listen to anything?"
Sylvie quickly nodded as she hated how loud the city could be. "Here." You gave her the charged airpod as you stuck the dead one in your ear. "Is this okay?" You said as you clicked play on the album you were listening to prior. "Oh my god, I love this!" Sylvie shouted at you.
And just like that, maybe things weren't so rough for you anymore.
Especially when you and Sylvie didn't lie about being girlfriends anymore.
Warnings: Major Character Death, Violence, Language, Dark, Loki (he is a warning). Each chapter will have individual warnings.
Summary: In a world where everyone is immortal until they meet their soulmates, I expect to have a nice life with them and I was so wrong.
Notes: yes, it has first person narration. It's an old one.
Chapter 1: Let There Be Light
Warnings: Violence, Loki (I wrote this piece and couldn't sleep. He is a warning), alcohol mention
Summary: I finally meet them, but it's not what I thought.
Notes: the whole pieces are short. And don't read it before you fall asleep. I wrote it like this and I ended up staring at my curtain, sure that this dark asshole is outside.
AO3 next chapter
Everyone is meant to age with their soulmate. I happened to be unlucky.
I have been trapped in my eighteen years old body for almost five years, but I still waited for them. Then, I found him.
But it was not like I hoped.
I was walking out of a club, drunk and alone instead of being with my also drunk soulmate, or someone who wants to have a one night stand. When I turned on an alley for a shortcut, I felt something lurking in the dark.
I was not unprepared, I had taken self defense courses. So, when the dark dressed man attacked me, I punched back. Instead of getting hurt, he smiled, not even moved.
"What are you?" I asked, fear overcoming me.
"Don't you recognise me, my love. I'm your other half," His voice danced in the darkness, British and charming but empty, as his glowing green eyes stared at me.
"And you decided to attack instead of buy me a drink like a proper gentleman?" I raised my eyebrows. He chuckled, a laugh empty of emotions, capable to make the most stoic person on earth feel their skin crawling.
"I just want you to know that your death came from the Son of Laufey," His voice echoed again and he grabbed me by the back. No matter how I fought, he was too strong. Then, I felt a sharp dagger in my throat, opening a wound.
I screamed, and the oddest thing happened.
A pure white light came out of me, slamming him down and healing my neck. I ran, listening to his voice mumbling something last, his accent changing into something that reminded me of German.
"Impossible,"
I gathered everything I had and went to the first motel room, after I emptied my bank account and deleted it. Next day, my name would also change and my phone number would disappear.
After I was sure I was hidden, I visited a public library to use a computer. And I googled the one word I thought it would give me the information I needed about this soulmate. Laufey.
I found myths from Scandinavia. It was easy to find the name of the attacker, Loki. A man, enchanted by birth, strong enough to be believed as the God of Mischief. This explained why I could not fight back. The list of his powers was long, including magic, mind control and illusions, but he had weaknesses as well. Known for ambitions, limits on his power and weakness towards the magics of light, as well as human weaknesses from time to time.
The most noticeable thing was the date of his birth. December 21th, Capricorn. Year of birth, 965 A.D. Was he immortal? No. How he lived so long? By murdering his soulmates. And I am next in his list.
I then searched about this light. Its name is Lightforce. Can be used aggressively but it's mostly used for healing. Only weakness is Darkforce and users are vulnerable during usage. But I could still train, be strong enough to survive. Loki met me and I survived. Our clocks had begun ticking. He is mortal and will be for as long as I breathe.
He can die. And I prefer waiting for eighteen more years and be with his regeneration rather than getting killed by the psychopath, if my plan on avoiding him and waiting until we both die of old age fails.
Training would not be hard, not when you are already strong enough to survive an attack of a thousand years old god-man. Maybe a few months of physical exercise and practice on my Lightforce and I would be ready to make reality my plan; avoid Loki at all cost and age. If Loki attacks again, light up his insides.
It would cost me my life, but I didn't want to die for his hands.
