#thevampireniko

Congrats, that’s awesome!

All I’ve been doing is writing self-indulgent fanfiction with my partner and honestly it’s the most fun I’ve had in such a long time.

I would ship her with

Julian

They share a sense of humor, which is always a big plus with him. But more importantly is that her calm persona gets him to calm down, too, whenever he lets his own worries get the better out of him. And that he would love the height difference a lot is out of question, to him, it’s adorable and a fantastic chance to carry her everywhere.

Requested

*Loki-centric

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“Come, Y/N.”

“Loki?” You looked up in surprise as the trickster grabbed your hand and pulled you from the couch. “What’s going on? Where are we going?”

“I’m going to introduce you to my mother. I feel it’s time.”

Loki’s mother?!

You were still reeling from that announcement when you realized Loki had transported you to the hall in what could only be Asgard. The walls shimmered and there was a sense of electricity in the air—this was not Earth. This was a far more exciting and magical and energized and elegant…

Elegant.

Amidst the walls of gold, you suddenly realized that this was not a place for you to be in. Glancing down, you saw the paint-stained jeans, tattered sneakers, and worn shirt you’d pulled on this morning.

You always had the sense that you were not worthy enough to be in the presence of a God as regularly as you were in the presence of Loki, but you certainly did not belong here.

“Oh, no, Loki, I can’t! I… I’m not dressed properly and… and…”

“Relax, darling. Mother will love you, no matter your outfit.” He noted the line of worry on your forehead, the crease in your brow. “Though if you are that worried…”

With a wave of his hand, Loki transformed your dirty rags into a dress Cinderella would be jealous of. The skirt hugged your waist, flowing elegantly around your hips, just barely reaching the floor. The bodice clung to your form, yet when you looked in the mirror that was hung across from you, you saw it didn’t appear too tight in any area. The satin was a brilliant emerald color, Loki’s favorite.

Loki ran his fingers through your hair, the tresses moving seemingly of their own accord, the front sections pulling back and pinning together with an emerald clip.

“Loki…”

“Feel better?”

“It’s beautiful.”

“You’re always beautiful, darling.” Loki looped his arm through yours and led you down the hall. You noticed, even though you were concentrating very hard on not tripping over the hem of your skirt (though there was no worry of that… it flowed with every step, just out of reach of the sole of your foot), that Loki had done a slight charm on his own attire—a lovely tux suited him very well, his hair looking more tame than usual.

A set of gilded doors glided open, revealing a dining hall. A gorgeous woman sat at the end of the table, watching as you and Loki approached. When you were within a few feet, she stood, arms open.

“Loki, darling, so wonderful to see you.”

“Hello, Mother,” Loki said, wrapping his free arm around Frigga.

“And this must be your precious little witch,” she said, turning her attention to you.

“H-hello.”

Frigga wrapped you in her arms as well, air-kissing your cheek. “Wonderful to finally meet you.”

“Th-thank you.”

The three of you sat to dine, Loki placing you between him and his mother. The meal was delicious (all your favorites) and Frigga seemed to really like you.

“So,” Frigga finally asked. “How long have you been practicing?”

“Oh, I’ve dabbled ever since I was a pre-teen. I’ve mastered a few things, but I’m far from proficient.”

“Magic takes time, dear. Time and study and practice. Has Loki been helping you?”

“He’s offered. And he has helped me with a few things. But I’m afraid I’ll never be as good as him.”

“He’s quite powerful, but he’s not the most powerful. Where do you think he learned his tricks?”

You suddenly felt very small next to Frigga.

“No need to look so scared, darling. I don’t mean to intimidate.”

Loki stood at that moment. “It’s getting late, Mother. I should be taking Y/N home.”

Frigga stood as Loki gently pulled you up. “Very well. But do come back soon, Y/N. You’re always welcome here in Asgard.”

“Thank you.”

Loki led you back down the hall. Soon the two of you were returned to your apartment; it felt very small now.

“All right, darling?”

“Fine. Thank you for introducing me to your mother.”

“Of course.” Loki pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “You better get some sleep. You have a long day tomorrow.”

You nodded, stepping toward your room. “Loki?”

“Yes, love?”

Thank you!

🌡 Fave season

Autumn, without the shadow of a doubt! It has cool weather, and pretty colours, and crunchy leaves :D