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Because I wanted to use some great art to pay tribute to the artist and Loki both and damn it I wanted him to look happy for once!

Credit:  Shambëlle aka @Kolored97 on Twitter

Original source: https://twitter.com/Kolored97/status/1296803867917770753?s=20

“Here's the difference between us: I'm Odin's firstborn, the rightful heir, the savior of Asgard!” Hela had said before ripping out his eye with a poisoned blade. The blunt impact didn’t immediately hurt and he had lost sight once or twice during battle, but this was much worse. Everything happened so quickly Thor barely had time to organize his thoughts. Loki was pointing out he had missed an eye and he knew his face probably looked a mess, but he had to move on and save their people, take them all out of here and let the prophecy be fulfilled. He’d tend to his wounds later. When they were all finally in the ship, the work wasn’t over, either: Thor was working nonstop to listen to solicitations, to have the healers taking care of the wounded asgardians and sakaarians alike. And there were many wounded.

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“You were...admiring me?” Her reddish-brown eyes studied him closely, looking for a hint of the deception Loki was quickly becoming known for. This wouldn’t be the first time someone had complimented her, only to ridicule her for falling for the joke after. But no one else was around to laugh--just the prince. Maybe...her cheeks flushed a light blue, as they typically did when she fell to embarrassment. “Thank you, my prince,” she said quietly. “I...I can show you how I braided it, if you like.”

if anything, her concern and worry for him were the most obvious emotions written on her face. while there were times when maya was definitely worse for the wear, those didn't matter to her right now. what mattered was loki- and doing whatever she could to get him feeling better.

"of course--" the agreement was given freely, no hesitation to be found anywhere as she moved closer. "absolutely, i'm here as long as you want me for. and . . . if you want- i-i could make you some soup and crackers later. they're . . . generally my go-to when feeling particularly . . . bad. that, and nap times. i just want you to feel better."

New Asgard - 2024

Norway was beautiful. Bucky hadn’t been to Norway since the Cold War. Soviet business, something to do with a fishery. Territory disputes. Grey Zone. (It had been 1978 and  Arne Treholt was going to pass information to the Soviets one way or another).

It had been a few months since Sam truly became Captain America. The Flag Smashers. Bucky got a few therapist. Started sleeping bett- That was a lie. He no longer dreamed of Yori’s son. His new therapist recommended he started journaling again, like he did in Romania. This time, instead of writing just memories, he was to write how he felt. What he wanted to do. Separate the guilt from what could actually be done. An action plan. His current life and thoughts. It kind of helped. Saying what he couldn’t say aloud. The guilt and the anger didn’t go away, there wasn’t a magic bullet for recovery. But he’s better than he was before. Healthier coping mechanism than violently taking care of whatever wrongs he had committed as the Winter Soldier.

Him and Cap had just taken care of some trouble off the North Sea. Sam asked if he’d ever been. Sure, Sam. Like he had time for sightseeing. Sam told him to do the tourist thing. Take some supplies to New Asgard. Say hi to Brunnhilde. What the hell. So, he drives a truckload of supplies over and introduces himself to Brunnhilde. The new leader is happy to meet him. Maybe it’s the supplies or them saving the universe with the same group of people, who knows. Tells him he can take a look around.

Immediately, he hits up the market. Lots of fish. Ah, a fruit stand. He’s finishing up buying some plums when he sees a familiar face. Not someone he’s met before. The file HYDRA had on the guy flashes through his head. Name, threat level, known description of his abilities. The Soldier was to approach cautiously. No shit, it wasn’t like Bucky was going to go all Winter Soldier on the guy in his own town. There was no reason. Nobody told him Loki was alive. To be fair, he didn’t think of him. Kind of stuck in his own lane.

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VIN IS A PSYCHIC. This is personal information that he had not allowed to anyone else, in the interest of not getting, for example, snatched up by some team of heroes like the Avengers. That bit of foresight had not been supernatural - but he's thankful he had it when the heroes do arrive. He doesn't have time to be a hero - he's got kids at home.

However, he is still a psychic. He can feel the history of certain objects through touch, and sometimes he sees the history of people, too. His visions of the future are few, and muddled - vague. Visions of the present are unfamiliar to him.

When he sees the god, he knows him.

It his not his face he is familiar with, for indeed he is grown, much older than Vin had ever seen him.

No, Vin had met Loki as a child, when he was one too. He had met him time and time again in dreams, though Vin saw him, but Loki did not seem share his sight.

(The one time he had been seen, even through whatever veil of magic held him, was by Loki's mother - he is thankful he was a child, or he's sure he would have been in much more danger. As it was, she had merely smiled at him, and thereby terrified him out of his wits. )

Vin's own mother had been a psychic too, and his connection with the Gods of Asgard was such that Bayarmaa had named him Divinity, which is a ridiculous name, but he cannot deny it here and now, for somehow, out of all the possibilities of the world, the god Loki had ended up here, on Vin's doorstep. In his backyard, rather. Wounded.

Vin does not expect he'll be able to hold of whatever government force will arrive here for long, nor does he know how to heal an injured Asgardian.

He knows who can.

"Ori!" he calls, back towards the house, allowing urgency to bleed into his voice. "NOW."

He does what he can to stop the bleeding until his daughter arrives, wondering if he should be worried what Loki will do when he is conscious. Ori is powerful - along with her healing powers, she'd been blessed with the ability to control plants, and he'd taught her self defense himself. She arrives quickly, and catches on to the situation with ease.

"Heal him. Be wary," He kisses her head as his brave, intelligent girl does exactly as she's told, not questioning anything as he runs in the other direction, exiting out the front of the house and waiting for the cars to arrive.

When they do, he can only think of one possible way he might get out of this.

He points, in the wrong direction.

"He went that way," He says, hoarse, as if he'd been in some sort of altercation, and maybe divinity is on his side, for the man who exited the car gives him a glance, and directs the cars to where he pointed, believing him.