Goth-ish Writer

All these feels to @nildespirandum​ @myoxisbroken​ @jtargaryen18​ @pagesoflauren​ @navybrat817​ @threeminutesoflife​ @ciaodarknessmyheart​ @kimanne723​ @archy3001​ @ecaloshay​ @toozmanykids​ @texmexdarling​ @devikafernando​ and more… you’ve kept me sane during this dumpster fire of a year. You make me a better person.

Thank you @caffiend-queen​ for always being there and to @dianamolloy​ @nildespirandum​ @lokilickedme​ @ladyoftheteaandblood​ @latent-thoughts​ @mastreworld​ @dangertoozmanykids101​ @nuggsmum​ @hurricanerin​ @toozmanykids​ 

@caffiend-queen - you’re the one that showed me this AMAZING COMMUNITY in the first place! You’re the reason I’ve met so many amazing friends and built some of the most important relationships in my life. Thank you so much for a) reading my work when I only had one little story on the interwebz, b) commenting and giving me your support, and c) inviting me to join and explore the fandom. LIFE. CHANGING. I love you, lady. And ONE OF THESE DAYS I am gonna send you a bottle of wine!

@latent-thoughts - speaking of life changing…you have become one of my absolute best friends over the last year. Talking to you, sharing with you, writing with you, having you in my life…it’s ALL been amazing. As we say, anything written here is just the tippy tip of the iceberg that is the relationship we’ve built up, but you know I love you and ONE OF THESE DAYS we are gonna be on the same part of the planet at the same time and it’ll be MAGIC. Hell, I’ll even take same time zone at this point lol.

@nildespirandum​ - your works SUCKED ME IN. Even as an author, I don’t know if this fandom would have gotten its hooks so far into me without your works. Oh my god, I have never binge read anything like I’ve binge read your stories! The Loki and Nora SAGA has been a staple of my go-back-and-read-this-over-and-over collection, along with IncubusLoki and PirateLoki and VampireLoki…all indelibly LOKI and yet completely unique and fascinating to read.

@talklokitome I AM SO GLAD I FOUND YOU! It has been amazing finding someone I relate to as much as I relate to you! And we wrote one of my FAVORITE stories together (still looking forward to the sequel once the world decides not to throw a crisis a minute at us). I never thought I would meet someone in the fandom like you, and I am thrilled to have you in my life. And ONE OF THESE DAYS - playdate! :D

@ohhhmyloki - this list wouldn’t be complete without you. :) I am always impressed with your strength, your creativity, your spirituality and connection…you are a role model in so many ways! Your writing speaks to me in a way that very few authors have, and it inspires me to strive for the same in my own writing (though I still have a WAYS to go, for sure!).  And ONE OF THESE DAYS I can’t wait to see you on the New York Times Bestseller List.

You are both so amazing.  @archy3001 no one is kinder, more thoughtful as a reader, more gentle as a friend.  @emeraldrosequartz your enthusiasm, your love for all of us,  your gifts as a writer, they are all a fucking gift to this fandom and to me.  Thank you both for being in my corner of the world.

I’m not really good at this sort of thing.  @caffiend-queen already knows how I feel.  And I hope @myoxisbroken - sweetheart, genius writer, and lover of history, @dianamolloy -fierce protector of what she cares about, brilliant writer, and thirst sister, @dangertoozmanykids101 - there is no one like Tooz, no one so loveable, so imaginative, so wild minded, and such a friend, @just-the-hiddles who uses her powers for the good of other writers when she doesn’t have to, @rauko-art - my partner, my favorite artist, someone as dear as they come in this life, @sylviefromneptune who makes me feel like a real writer, @piggledy-higgledy who has said such lovely things to me that there have been days they have kept my writing going.

And the other writers who feel like friends - @evieplease, @wrathkitty, @frostbitten-written, @shiningloki, @someillplanetreigns, @latent-thoughts.

To my best friend @lokihiddles I thank you for being an awesome best friend, also thank you for restoring my hope for having a best friend. :’)

@frostedgiant you’re also someone who I proudly call my friend 😁 you’ve been so kind and awesome to talk to, you also really remind me of Nat. 😌

@nikkoliferous thank you for making me laugh so hard with your posts and always defending our precious little bean (Loki) you might not see it but you have so many wonderful qualities.

@thelokiimaginechronicles although our friendship is only starting, I’m grateful to have you in my life, I’m also grateful for your amazing stories, headcanons, quizzes, etc. ♡

@imnotrevealingmyname don’t think I forgot you, you’re a wonderful person that I’m honoured I get to know. You’re so talented with your writing and I love reading your stories. 😁

@sheris532 You’re one of the first friends I made on Tumblr. I’m so grateful for that and for all our long and wonderful conversations. ♡

@worstloki @the-emo-asgardian @myraiswack @headcanons-for-loki @just-the-hiddles @grufflepuff @fadingcoast @lokis-favorite-follower @thepsychoticqueen @palletprincess @pancake-world @slashercatz also a shootout to these wonderful people and their blogs. I’m grateful for each and every follower I have. You thank everyone ♡♡♡

@thelokiimaginechronicles I know you’re taking a break right now, but if you happen to see this, you’re my best tumblr friend and I love you so much ❤️ (It’s been a bit of a crazy week but i’ll definitely talk to you soon!) You’re one of the kindest people I know and are insanely talented! There’s about a million other amazing things to say about you, but there’s no way it’s physically possible for me to type them all out

@flowercrown-bucky you’ve got a lot of exciting stuff going on in you’re life right now (yay!) so also aren’t posting much anymore, but you were my first tumblr friend, so it’s absolutely necessary for me to mention you <3

@lucywrites02 seeing your name in my activity and on my dash immediately brings a smile to my face. You are so sweet and caring and deserve all the good vibes from the world :)

@clandestineloki yet another insanely talented writer on here. I remember the first time you tagged me in something and my brain was just like “holy shit! This insanely talented person is tagging me!” And I can say you are an absolutely amazing person as well 

Fandom: 1970s!Loki Multi-Chapter

Pairing: Loki x ConArtist!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, drug references, later death, later smut, crime, loki and the reader are con artists….. It’s a wild one y’all, hold onto yo’ seats..

Word Count: Upwards of 3k

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

[Something Wicked This Way Comes - Chapter Four]

Loki’s life on Asgard has become vapid; uninspiring. He’s got the taste for a little danger. During a trip to earth, he finds just the danger he’s looking for.A partner in crime - in every imaginable sense.

I’ve been hanging on the phone

I’ve been sleeping all alone

I want to kiss you, sometimes. 

Well, I’ve been haunted in my sleep

You’ve been starring in my dreams

Lord, I miss you tonight. 

- -

In his a thousand-and-something years of life, Loki had always struggled to understand the things most people derived pleasure from. 

On Asgard, inhabitants tended to sway towards the inclination that they were above such base idiosyncrasies as were displayed by the mortals, but from where Loki stood, they appeared to be just as bad. Raging battle, feasts that stretched on for days and other celebrations that could easily double that duration. They were no better than the humans, filling the voids in their souls with food or sex or blood. 

Consume, consume, consume. That’s all it ever came down to. 

Since he was a little boy, he had always found his kicks in mischief. It started as little tricks, dropping spiders into the drawers of resident nobles and frightening his mother’s handmaids with snakes. But as he grew, he developed a real affinity for chaos. His father called him a hot head, he shouted back, his mother intervened. The cycle continued for years. 

But as he sat, glaring into the smoky liquid in his glass, he was beginning to understand exactly why people sought to fill a void. 

He’d lain awake all night, his mind firing off nineteen to the dozen. You were being followed, and him by extension. You were in real, tangible, physical danger. The entire night you’d remained curled under the duvet. Possibly asleep, possibly not. Loki had not wanted to check. 

Laying on his back, the soft material of the duvet rubbing against his skin, he had never felt so distanced from you. He’d stared at the ceiling, wondering why it bothered him so much. If he was ever in any real danger, he could simply return to Asgard. 

Couldn’t he? 

It was this question that he was pondering as the rays of the morning sun poured through the window. Your face scrunched up as the rays splashed upon your face, as though someone had disturbed you. 

He did not want to admit it, but the groan that you emitted brought a slight smile to his face. His reaction to you rolling on your side and pulling the pillow over your face was, however, completely not up for discussion. 

He watched you as you slept, fighting the increasingly bright morning. You looked so different. So.. serene. 

He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. A shower, he thought. Maybe a little walk to clear his head. 

You, however, had other ideas. 

“Loki.” You murmured, stretching out your hand. You reached across the bed, flexing your fingers as though you were searching for something. For him. 

“Hey, man, are you alright?” A voice echoed in his ears. Someone was talking to him. 

He blinked down at his drink.

The barman was staring at him, a concerned expression on his face. Loki shook his head, trying to remember what the man had said. 

“Yes. I’m fine.” He replied, rubbing his face. “My mind was otherwise occupied.” 

“I see that, in your eyes.” The man nodded. “You are in a fight with your wife?” 

“Something like that.” He sighed. “She just.. Keeps so much to herself. It drives a wedge between us.” 

“Women. They carry the world on their shoulders, and they say nothing. It is a constant mystery to me.” The other man nodded his head in agreement. “But your wife, she is very beautiful. You are a lucky man, no?” 

Loki grunted in response. 

He lifted his glass to his lips, taking a long gulp. It wasn’t exactly to his taste, but there was some satisfaction to be found in the burn it left in his throat. 

Something about the voice of the gentleman who had served him was oddly comforting, his thickly accented English almost musical, a welcome lullaby to his ever-spinning mind. 

Green eyes stared at him over a cherry-brown bar, glancing down at what remained of the smokey amber liquid in the glass momentarily. 

Green eyes and hair black as the night were easily the defining features of both men, but it was quite remarkable, Loki thought, how two faces could differ so much whilst being so similar. One of those weird little quirks of the universe, he thought. 

“You would like another drink?” The barman asked. “For you, it is with my compliments.” Before he could respond, his glass was lifted out of his reach. The bigger man turned away from him to reach for the bottle, the sound of glass clinking as he poured a hearty glass. Two fingers, you had taught him was how the people of earth measured their stronger spirits, although you always poured him three fingers’ worth, served with a single ice cube and a wink that would easily have a lesser man drop dead where he stood. 

“This is very good of you.” Loki took a sip of his drink as it was set in front of him. 

“It is no problem.” He replied. “I have been in this business long enough to know when a man is in need of… Light relaxation.” 

“I’ll drink to that.” He scoffed, raising his eyebrows. He lifted his hand to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes, but was surprised by how heavy it was, by his own strength. It even felt a little difficult placing it back on the bar with enough care that it wouldn’t dent the wood. 

He shook his head as if to physically cast the heaviness out of his head. 

“If you do not mind my saying so, sir,” The barman continued. “But you should be with your wife, out of trouble.” 

“Yes.” His head felt increasingly heavy. “You’re quite right. I absolutely should.”  At least one of his words was slurred, he knew, but he wasn’t quite sure how many. He was starting to feel really, really dizzy, like his head was full of helium. Drowsy, too. Very, very drowsy.

Was he drunk? 

No. Not possible. Midguardian alcohol had very little effect on the Aesir, and only in large quantities. 

“It will be over soon.” The barman told him, turning 

He should return to his room, he knew, and lay down for a while, sleep it off. However, he also knew that should he make any attempt to move from his stool, his legs would give out and he would fall flat on his face. 

He was exceptionally confused. What was happening to him? How the fuck was he going to get out of this mess? His head spun, his limbs suddenly growing in weight and dropping to his sides. He felt as if he was chasing his thoughts, but every time he neared something relatively coherent, it would fly away from him. Everything was very slow, like he was swimming through a room filled with golden syrup. 

His body curled in on itself, suddenly unable to keep himself upright. His head lolled to the side, too heavy to hold. He needed to get back to his room, and fast. Using magic to heal himself in front of mortals was far too risky, particularly seeing as you were being tailed. His ethereal abilities were not something he wanted to alert his - or your - enemies of. 

The barman. If only he could alert the barman, he could possibly help him at least into the lift. But how best to summon him? Loki was not entirely sure he could muster up the strength to verbally communicate in any way, let alone anything coherent. 

He dragged his heavy head from his chest, squinting at the white rectangle secured to the barman’s dark shirt. It was a nametag, he was sure, but his vision was too hazy to make out even one of the hastily scrawled characters on it.  

His consciousness began to slip away from him, just out of his reach. Drops of sweat rolled down his spine, pooling at the small of his back, as a horrible realisation dawned on him. 

Poison. He had been poisoned. 

Loki, Crown Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief, Chaos and Lies, had been poisoned by a mortal. 

Fucking brilliant. 

His body involuntarily slumped against the bar as he fought to remain conscious, his mind racing. How? How had he unknowingly consumed it? 

His hand dropped against the wooden bar with a loud thud, splashing something cold and unpleasantly wet against his hand. 

The drink. The poison was in the drink. 

He dragged his gaze up to where the barman was stood, watching him but unable to meet his gaze. 

“You.” He hissed, consciousness drawing away with every laboured, painful breath.  The world seemed to spin and twirl as his eyes rolled back into his head, whirling and blurring and changing in front of his very eyes. 

The floor was suddenly a very, very deep blue. It seemed to be almost rippling, curling in on itself and suddenly crashing, dispersed back to nothing. 

Bright lights shot across his vision, vividly coloured and layering on top of each other. They were building something, he realised, something brilliant and sparkling, comprised of every colour the visual spectrum of light had to offer. Something strangely familiar. 

The bifrost. 

Somehow, he was staring down at the bifrost from a great - but rapidly lessening - height. He was falling, at an incredible speed, onto the bifrost. 

And he wasn’t alone. 

Someone was traipsing towards him, carrying something quite enormous. Whatever they were carrying was dripping something onto the rainbow bridge, leaving a trail of dark puddles in their wake. 

He squinted at the mysterious figure as they neared. They were tall, he noticed, and dishevelled, coated with some sort of dust and something that looked unpleasantly like blood. It clung to their skin, and matted their hair. Their long, dark hair. 

Loki realised with a start that the man staggering towards him, was in fact, himself. Or a version of himself, at least. He was battered and bruised, his face ashen and sunken. Every single step he took looked as if he were about to keel over and collapse, but there was a determination in his eyes, as if he would die before abandoning whatever he had made his mission. 

Quite frankly, he looked terrible. 

The clothes his other-self was wearing were unusual, like nothing Loki had ever worn in his millennia of life. Heavily soled black boots stretched up to his calves, a furry coat of sorts adorning his upper body. The fur, much like his hair, was a matted, bloody mess. 

Was it his blood, or someone else’s? 

You were draped across him, your body dangling lifelessly from his arms. Your exposed skin was pallid, almost waxy, as if there had been no blood flowing to it in some time. Your features were almost indiscernible, if not from how bashed up your face was, but from the thick layer of blood that trailed down your neck. Your head lolled with every step his other self took, weak and fragile like a ragdoll. 

A deep blue substance was gushing from the wound on your side, dribbling onto the bridge and leaving the puddles he had earlier noticed. The other Loki was absolutely drenched in it, the leather of his boots stained with it. Behind him lay a trail of footsteps as deep blue in colour as the ocean raging below them. 

What had happened here? Why was he seeing this? How was he seeing this? 

The scene before him began to fade, and he was falling again.

Falling, falling, plunging into the nothingness below. 

As the world faded to black, sound filled his mind. Shouting, chanting even, echoing through the walls of his mind. 

Long live the queen. 

Long live the queen. 

Long live the queen. 

It felt like thousands of voices were yelling inside his mind. Such was the might, the enormity of the cry, that if felt as if it might be coming from the very core of the planet itself. 

“I am sorry. I wish it did not have to be this way.” Was all he heard before the world around him turned to black. 

–

You rubbed at your face with your hands, letting out a deep sigh as you pushed yourself off the edge of the bed. The window ledge was quickly becoming your favourite perch, somewhere you liked to sit and think, and it was here you were headed for now. 

The morning light poured onto the streets below you, basking the white-washed walls in a warm glow. The cobbled streets wound and twisted through the city, trickling down to meet the sea. 

“You’ve been here before.” Loki had said, a small smile on his face as you had glanced out the window for the first time. 

“Maybe.” You’d replied. “A lifetime ago.” 

He’d glanced at you curiously, but pressed no further. 

You didn’t view the people below in the same way anymore. You studied each of them carefully, waiting for one to look back at you for just a second too long. 

In all honesty, it was making you properly edgy.

You cast your eyes to where the other half of the bed lay rumpled. Loki’s side. 

You felt bad about the row you’d had the night before, about the silent morning you’d shared. 

He’d been sat on the edge of the bed, watching you as you woke. As you opened your eyes, his head had snapped away as if your gaze had burned him. 

You snuck off for your coffee not too long after. That day, of all days, you needed a little time to yourself. It should have been peaceful, sat with your coffee, staring out to the sea, pondering what had happened. 

You were being tailed, and you hated it. Every single person who brushed against you on the street, everyone who looked at you for just a second too long, made you jittery. Every thought was second guessed, every step matched with a glance behind your shoulder. It wasn’t even as if this was new - you had spent so long ducking every time a police car went past, heart lurching every time someone leaned towards you. Even when you slept, you were on high alert, waiting for someone to burst in and open fire. Some days, you wished someone would just stab you and get it over with. Maybe then, you could be at peace. 

And then there was Loki.

You’d snapped at him, and that, you regretted. But your agreement existed purely because it was mutually beneficial, and that left no room for emotional honesty. He knew his place, and he was just as aware as you when he overstepped it. 

Did you trust him? Not in the fucking slightest. Did you want to trust him? About as much as you wanted to bath in baked beans. 

Did you feel bad about hurting him? Possibly. 

He had been gone for some time. He’d swept out of the room in that dramatic Loki-way, storming off down the corridor. But that was three hours ago, and no matter how sulky he was, he should’ve returned by now. 

You hit the button for the ground floor in the lift, waiting for the doors to shut. He wouldn’t go too far, you knew. He just liked to keep his distance where he deemed it necessary. 

You could never work him out. He was so straightforward, yet so complex. Loki was a mystery unto his own right, and not one you were sure you wanted to unravel. 

The first thing you noticed upon stepping into the bar was how quiet it was. You’d always seen at least ten people in there. 

In the morning, there would always be someone sat in an armchair so large it seemed to envelope its user, quietly munching on a croissant oozing with jam. Couples, friends and business associates scattered across the terrace, sipping coffees and discussing their plans. 

The evening brought guests in greater numbers to the bar. Husbands perched at the bar, swilling liquors in tumblers while they waited for their wives. Ladies in their finery, savouring cocktails and downing champagne. 

The air was almost always thick with tobacco smoke and chatter. Almost everything went unnoticed, from the barstaff secretly pocketing cash to a clandestine chat between hidden lovers. It was the perfect place to hide in plain sight. 

It was certainly unusual to see it completely and utterly empty. Your brow furrowed as your gaze swept the room, searching for even a single person. You never found them. Not even a single barman or concierge. 

Weird, you thought. Definitely not right. 

No Loki either. Also weird. He wouldn’t just leave without telling you. Perhaps you had just missed him on your way down and he was back in your room. Perhaps he could tell you where everyone was. 

You turned on your heel, stepping back into the lift. It whirred into life, lifting off the ground with a loud thunk. You leaned against the wall, wondering what you would say to him when you saw him. You might even apologise.

Three strides covered the gap between the lift and the door. The unlocked door. 

You had definitely locked it on your way out. And Loki wouldn’t leave it unlocked.

You reached under your skirt, freeing your handgun from its constraints. The feeling of it in your hand made you feel safe, as you racked it as silently as you could. 

You slid the door open, your gun in your hand. If someone was in your room that wasn’t Loki, you’d blow their fucking brains out. 

Somebody was sat on your bed. Someone who was, decidedly, not Loki. 

They were broadly built, - broader so than Loki - with dark hair framing vividly green eyes. 

If you did’t know any better, you would’ve killed him as you stood. 

But you did, so, you fired three warning shots.

 “Dios mia, nena.” Came the response. “You have not changed in the slightest.” 

“Bela.” You breathed. “You are not here.” 

“I am as real as you.” He smiled. “Mi querida.” 

He stepped towards you, holding out a hand. 

“You cannot be here.” You blinked at him. “You’re.. You’re..” 

“Dead?” He grinned. “It seems I am not. Which you would know, of course, if you had stuck around long enough to find out.” 

You rubbed your forehead, pushing past the man in front of you to sit on the edge of your bed. You needed a minute. 

“How did you even get in here? Why are you here?” You felt a little dizzy. All was not well. 

“I have my ways.” He replied. “And I’m not here to seek vengeance, avecita. Your life is quite safe.” 

You glanced at him. It had been so long since you had seen his face. It was almost bittersweet. 

“Why are you here, Bela?” You spat.

“I come only to bring a message.” He lifted his chin defiantly. “Senor De Amas requests your presence.” 

Your heart felt as if it had come to a standstill. Everything felt as if it had paused. Your past had caught up with you. Every syllable of that wretched sentence, every cell in this man’s body was living proof of everything you’d done, everything you’d fought so hard so hard to escape from. You’d run so far, but every step had stretched your invisible bungee a little further. It should not have come as a shock to you that it would snap right back and bring you hurtling back with it. 

“So what if he fucking does?” You replied. “He holds nothing over me.” 

You leaned back nervously, unbuckling your shoes. You clutched them by the straps, bringing them up to your chest. Did he have anything over you? You weren’t sure, but you were trying your damndest not to show your uncertainty. 

“Senor De Amas has a prize.” He shuffled uncomfortably, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “For you. He said it might capture your interest. Or rather, he might capture your interest.”  

You sat back for a second, pondering what Bela had said. You knew this man, knew what he was like. A prize, you thought. What fucked up, twisted game would you have to play to win? 

At what cost would you obtain your trophy? 

“I’m not interested in his games.” You looked away, glancing at the window frame. You’d played these games many, many times before. In the end, nobody won, the variation being solely the scale of what you lost. For some, losing the game meant losing their life. 

“You will be interested in this prize.” He called. “He went to great lengths to get it for you. Annoying lengths, you might say.” 

You glanced over your shoulder. What did Bela say? That ‘he’ might interest you? 

You did not care about people, and intentionally so. Caring about someone gave him leverage over you and jeopardised them. You did not keep the company of anyone you wouldn’t leave in thirty seconds if you felt the heat creeping up. 

Or did you? 

“Loki.” You whispered, turning to face Bela. “Where have you taken him?” 

“I have taken him nowhere.” He raised his hands up in front of him, a gesture of defence. “The same could not be said for others.” 

“Well, do what you like.” Your words burned your throat. “ I don’t care what happens to him.” 

You would get Loki out some other way, you decided. You owed him that much. But you were no use to him if you were dead, you reasoned, and partaking in this morbid power play would likely find you both in an unmarked grave. 

“If you look into your heart, I expect it will tell you that is not its truth.” Bela’s voice was soft. Soothing, even. “You forget how well I know you. I can tell when you are lying.” 

You said nothing. 

“If you will tell me that you do not care what happens to him, and you are telling me the truth, I will walk away from here and let you go.” He walked over to where you were sat on the bed, kneeling down so your eyes were roundabout level. “And I will pray that Senor De Amas is feeling merciful.” 

You closed your eyes, considering your options. Would you get to Loki before he did? It was a risk you couldn’t chance. 

“I’ll come with you.” You sighed. What choice did you really have? You couldn’t risk Loki’s life. After all, if he’d not gotten himself mixed up with you, he would be perfectly safe. (Authors’ Note: the fucking irony.) 

Bela smiled brightly at you, a smile that unsettled you right down to the pit of your stomach. You took a moment to strap your shoes back on, a moment you were sure would be your last second of clarity - of sanity - for some time to come, if not for the rest of your life. 

“He is annoying.” Bela mused as you rose to your feet, your ankles wobbling with anxiety in your heels. 

“You’ve met him then.” You grumbled, walking over to him. You were trying to convey confidence, but you suspected you weren’t really fooling anyone. 

“He talks too much.” He continued, holding an arm out for you to take. “Far, far too much. I see that you have this in common.” 

“Fuck off, Bela.” You scowled, swatting his arm away. You would make your own way, no matter how wobbly you were in your heels. You did not need his help. 

“You will never change, avecita.” Was all Bela responded with. 

His laughter was all you heard, echoing through the corridor as you stepped out into it. 

Good Lord, what had you gotten yourself into? 

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This is from my upcoming Lumberjack Bucky Barnes monstrosity Into The Wild.  

As far as bad decisions go, this ranks up there.

If your editor could see you now, Tony would call you a fool of a Took. All that training, all that research, all that time in the wilderness and you are running from a black bear, or at least you think you are. How many training sessions had you sat through with survival experts hounding one simple rule: do not run.

However, in the dull light of the moon, as you had knelt before the frigid water of the Noatak River to replenish your bottle for the evening, flight beat out fight as the enormous dark figure loomed on the bank. Just running was stupid in itself, however, stopping at your campsite to collect your precious laptop and camera?

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Okay, I’m finishing up my next Pine chapter…

In the comforting cocoon of your forced opium buzz, you hummed lightly, swaying on the terrible high-heels they’d made you wear. You heard voices, shrill with excitement, calling out higher, and higher sums of money.

“£475,000, excellent, thank you…” 

The auctioneer continued to entice the crowd for some reason while you murmured, “Wow, that’s pretty good.” There was laughter, though you weren’t clear on why.

Remember who you are.

You raised your head, squinting through the bright lights at the group of men and women beyond them. Oh, there was that bitch Carlotta! You were gonna just… You rubbed your stinging eyes. You were gonna…

He silently enters the kitchen, your back to him, as you work on preparing breakfast. He watches you, a small smile on his face, as you croon about a lost love, your hips swaying gently. Your dark green shirt, or rather his dark green shirt, falls to your mid thigh, the too big sleeves rolled, reaching your elbows. His color looks fitting on you, he thinks. You turn around, still not noticing him standing in the dark entryway, as you rummage around the drawer. You triumphantly pull out a whisk and turn back around, whisking away at the concoction in the bowl. 

This is from tomorrow’s update of my multichapter on ao3- if anyone wants the link I’m more than happy to give it to you.

<<Both of your chests heave as you hold one another’s stare, until Loki offers you a hand. You take it, only to be brought to Loki’s chest when you stand.

“I’m going to miss you.” he says into your shoulder.

Had your mouth had the space to, it would have dropped open in surprise.

But you’re afraid that would drive this Loki, this open, honest, unpressured Loki away.

So you remain quiet, letting the moment fill the air.>>

From the Oneshot I was working on earlier:

“Another gift from you secret admirer, I see,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah,” you replied with shining eyes. “It’s the third one this week.”

“Any clue as to who it might be?”

Loki, in reality, had no need for asking that question. After all, it was him who had been leaving you the presents around the Tower. However, he couldn’t resist an opportunity to see that adorable little blush creep it’s way into your face.

Her hand was gentle on Loki’s arm, curving it at the crook of his elbow, adjusting his stance so he fell forwards on his right foot. They both laughed quietly as the stone under his left heel dislodged, sending him sprawling. Frigga helped him back to his feet, urging him to return to his position and try again. He swung his arm as per her instruction, his heart in his throat as the pebble spun from his hand, gliding towards the water.