‘Unofferable’ After Endgame. AKA Operation “Fix-It Fic Time” because they really left the Loki Fandom wanting
*MINOR ENDGAME SPOILERS BELOW*
Oh boi. Yeah, there’s a lot going on after... that.
As some of you might already know, I made a post some time ago outlining that I had a lot of plans for my main fic, Unofferable. It’s a train wreck of a Loki/OFC fic that you should check out if you haven’t already! Basically, it was going to stretch over quite a few MCU films and follow Ellie and Loki through different adventures. I think in total it had arrived at a nine book plan, which would take forever to finish. With book two (set during the events of Thor) coming to an end, I was going to progress on to book three (set during the Avengers) of which there are about fourteen chapters already written.
That was the plan, but then Endgame, Infinity War, and all that stuff happened and I decided to yeet all my plans away into nothingness.
After a few days of contemplating what to do, I settled on basically starting off my next book from the beginning of Ragnarok, and doing a massive makeover for it. IW and Endgame will follow, but they’re gonna be a lot different to the ones seen in cinemas. I felt kinda robbed given the fact my favourite character really got a shitty ending, so I might as well try to fix it with fan fiction, like most of the Loki fandom!
At some point I may return to all the stories I had planned between Thor 1 and Ragnarok. Kinda in a manner similar to Star Wars? To sum up what went down in between and that sort of thing.
So for anyone still interested in Unofferable or with how Ellie might influence these events (yeah, Ragnarok is gonna be very different...), then feel free to keep at eye out for the next part!
Feel free to send me any on all thoughts about this. Would people be interested in reading it? If you think it’s an awful idea, then please do let me know ha
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CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1, Arrivals
AUTHOR: unofferable-fic
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Frigga bringing you to Asgard as a child after finding you abandoned and injured on Midgard. Uncertain as to what happened to you, Odin allows the healers save your life, and the Allmother makes it her duty to ensure your safety.
RATING: M
NOTES/WARNINGS: Implied violence against children, descriptions of injuries, angst. Playlist: “Foxbeard” - Run River North, “A summer by the sea I” - Library Tapes
Evening had just settled upon Asgard. The bright sun hid itself behind the clouds as the stars and moon took their turn out in the open, their mild light glinting off the smooth surfaces of the palace. All was quiet and calm, the only noises coming from the gentle wind and palace guards on their usual patrol.
The great noise and extravagant light of the Bifröst being used cut through the calm atmosphere, signalling the return of Queen Frigga. Heimdall stood guard as always and regarded the woman in his usual monotone, but his greeting went surprising unacknowledged. The Queen walked with haste and purpose, carrying a small form in her arms. Bloodstains covered the front of her formally elegant dress and a limp arm hung over the edge of the body, swaying as she walked. As was his duty as guardian sentry, Heimdall informed Frigga that she would have to speak with the King before bringing outsiders (let alone mortals) into their realm, but his words fell on deaf ears. Her expression was a mixture of determination and purpose, with the smallest dash of fear that he could easily see. As guards marched up the rainbow bridge to escort her back to the castle, they paused together, having finally noticing the body she carried as she hurried towards them.
“Send for the healers,” she commanded them, slightly out of breath. “And tell them that their services are urgently needed.”
“My Queen,” one guard began, looking between her and the body. “Have you been injured?”
Her tone never wavered beyond that of a regal, just queen. “It is not me who needs help, it is this child. Go, now!”
One guard did as informed while the other two began to accompany her into the Asgardian Palace. Their offers to carry the child, a small girl, were rejected several times. The halls of the castle echoed with the sound of urgent footfalls on the marble floors, some of the guards and maids curiously looking at the reserved commotion as it passed them by. Hushed words were exchanged at the sight of an unconscious mortal in the palace.
This was how I first ended up in Asgard; a defenceless child on the brink of death, carried in the arms of a loving queen. Nifty, huh?
As Frigga made her way towards to Healers’ Wing that was already being prepped for the arrival of some mysterious child in need, word from Heimdall that the Queen had brought a mortal into Asgard quickly found its way to King Odin in his throne room. Frigga knew that he was informed when she arrived at her destination to find the entrance guarded by two of the King’s personal guards.
“I am sorry, my Queen,” one of them said robotically. “But the Allfather has ordered for us to bring you to the throne room, along with the Midgardian.
“This child needs help,” she replied, holding on to whatever patience she had left. “I am your queen and you will stand aside.”
Neither of them flinched. “They are the King’s orders that you be brought before him.”
“Take me if you so insist, but the girl needs to be seen to.”
“Not until you have spoken with the King.”
Finally, Frigga’s patience snapped. “She will die if not tended to.”
Neither of them spoke a word, instead giving her blank stares from beneath their helms. Seeing that there was no way she would be able to get them to let her through, she allowed them to escort her to the throne room where her husband waited for her arrival.
The walk was a rushed one, mostly because of Frigga’s insistence. As the minutes ticked by, she grew more and more concerned for the small being lying limp in her arms, breathing shallow and shaky. She peered down at her occasionally, the girl’s face hidden as it was nestled into her dress. Although the soldiers were brimming with curiosity, none of them dared to question why their queen had come back from Midgard with one of the inhabitants, an injured one, at that.
The huge doors to the even larger throne room were pushed open, revealing the mostly vacant Valaskjalf. A lone figure resided at the end of the room, sitting proudly upon the golden throne. Odin remained seated with his spear, Gungnir, in hand as his wife was led forward, clutching the little girl’s body tighter to her chest. Her dresses trailed along the stainless floors, her own journey to the steps reflected back up at her. Upon arrival at the lower steps, the guards bowed before stepping aside, leaving Frigga to stand before her husband.
Odin silently regarded her for a moment before he spoke in a booming voice. “My wife, you are aware of the rules and restrictions that are upheld in relation to outsiders being brought through the Bifröst, are you not?”
What kept Frigga calm was that his tone was not condescending or negative, but that of a King who has to do what was expected of him.
“I am aware, Odin,” she replied, remaining polite but ignoring all formalities due to the urgency of the situation. “As you know I am, but such an urgent situation required immediate action to be taken. She would have died if left on Midgard and she will still die here if we do not help her.”
Odin leaned forward in his throne, his steely gaze landing on the girl in his wife’s arms. “And why would you insist on bringing a lowly Midgardian back with you to Asgard? What significance is she to you?”
“None, my King,” Frigga replied, both her gaze and stance confident. “But I would not leave behind a defenceless child to perish alone when she could be saved.”
A look of recognition flashed over Odin’s features for a fraction of a second before it just as quickly disappeared. That split second of silent interaction spoke more words than any of those around them could comprehend.
Odin didn’t get a chance to respond, as the sound of the doors bursting open interrupted the conversation. Both the King and Queen’s attention was drawn to the end of the hall as Thor and Loki made their way towards them, the latter walking slightly behind the former.
“Mother!” Thor called her in delight. “We had heard of your return!”
“My sons,” Frigga greeted them, somewhat despondently as they got closer.
Confusion covered the two brothers’ faces as they spotted the limp form in their mother’s arms.
Loki’s brows furrowed at the sight of blood on her dress. “Mother, are you alright? Have you been hurt?”
She shook her head, soothing his worries somewhat. “I am well, Loki. It is not my blood.”
“What have you brought with you?” Thor asked inquisitively once he had confirmed that she was unhurt and peered at the child. “Is it a slave? Or a runaway? Is it alive?”
“She may not be for much longer if she doesn’t get the help she needs.” Frigga turned her attention back to Odin, who had been silently observing the exchange. “Please, Odin.”
“Tell me what happened,” he answered and remained seated. “Tell me where you found her.”
There was a brief pause before Frigga began her tale, detailing how during her trip to Midgard, she had taken to walking around the cities in the early hours of the morning when they were mostly deserted, disguised as a mortal woman. She enjoyed the peace and quiet, but the tranquility of the city was disrupted when she spotted something unusual behind a dumpster in a filthy alleyway. What had compelled the queen to investigate what she saw in that alleyway she wasn’t sure, but her feet had brought her closer to have a look before she could contemplate why. It was there that she discovered the frail and broken body of the Midgardian girl, shivering uncontrollably in both pain and the cold. Frigga asked the child if she could hear her as she took in the bruises on her face. Glistening eyes met her gaze before her lids shut again, slipping into unconsciousness. Already involved in this child’s affairs and unwilling to leave her there to die in the cold, Frigga took it upon herself to save this young life, even if it meant questioning her own King. After her owl healing abilities were not enough, she had no choice but to bring her back to Asgard.
Thor and Loki listening intently, looking between the girl and their mother in amazement.
“And were the medical facilities on earth not suitable for this case?” Odin asked in exasperation. “That is what doctors are for, after all.”
“Coming here with the child was far quicker than finding a hospital and Asgardian healers are the finest in all of the Nine Realms.”
“A Midgardian…” Loki murmured to himself, amazed by the little mortal before him. Having always had an interest Midgard and its people (not to mention all of the realms), he was somewhat pleased with his mother’s rash actions. He had little to no time for mortals, considering they were beneath the Aesir, but he couldn’t help but be fascinated by their simple ways.
“And those healers are reserved for Asgardians alone. She is mortal, therefore she does not belong here. Guards, take her back to Midgard immediately.”
At their king’s command, two guards quickly approached Frigga with the intention of fulfilling his orders, but she held the girl tightly to her chest.
“Odin, I speak to you as both your wife and a mother. If you send this girl back to Midgard, then she will die before anyone can help her. While here, there are healers capable of saving her now. If you send her back, you will have the blood of an innocent child on your hands. Mortal or not, she is but a child.”
There was a long pause as Odin contemplated her words. Their sons remained silent and glanced between the two, wanting to add their own opinions, but knowing it was better to keep their mouths shut. Frigga stared at him, her eyes overwhelmingly intense and intimidating. She was pleading silently and for a moment, it appeared as though her efforts fell upon deaf ears.
This was how Frigga saved my life.
“You may take the child to be healed,” Odin announced calmly, his expression unreadable. “Once she is well again, she will be returned to Midgard.”
The tense atmosphere in the room instantly melted away. Loki’s eyes grew wide – he hadn’t been expecting such an act of kindness from his father. While he could be a just king when needed, mortals were strictly forbidden in Asgard.
While Thor offered to help Frigga carry the girl, Loki hung back and observed instead. He preferred not to get too involved in the whole situation, while it seemed that his mother already was; she calmly refused Thor’s assistance and carried the child to the healing wing herself. Upon arrival, she was placed on a table and surrounded by Eir and the finest healers Asgard could offer while Loki watched from the corner of the room. Thor approached him whereas Frigga remained by the girl.
“What do you make of this, little brother?” Thor asked, his arms folded across his chest.
Loki merely shrugged. “It would seem that mother has somehow managed to briefly change father’s stubborn opinion on mortals in our realm. I must admit, her argument was impressive.”
“She is only one little mortal.”
“Indeed. I am not overly fond of children, no matter the race.”
“What harm could she possibly do?“
"Very little, I would imagine. She can’t be more than six or seven years old.”
“She is still a babe,” Thor laughed. “She is no threat to us. And once she is fully healed, she will be returned to Midgard.”
Loki let out a snort. “I’m sure that Father cannot wait for that day.”
The tall blonde leaned casually against a nearby pillar with a smirk. “Perhaps you will get to interrogate the child all about her insignificant life before she leaves.”
Loki gave his sibling a wry look. “Why in the name of the Norns would I ask this girl of her life on Earth?” What exactly was he insinuating?
“Loki, Loki, Loki,” the God of Thunder chuckled, shaking his head. “You are always stuck in your books, reading everything there is to know about the Nine Realms and its inhabitants. When you should have been out sparring with Sif and I, you read about other worlds and went to seiðr training with mother. Suddenly a Midgardian appears in our very home and you’re telling me that you have no interest in questioning her at all?”
If Loki said that his brother was full of it, it would be a blatant lie. While he found his ignorant comment about reading and seiðr highly irritating, he had to admit (at least, not out loud) that he was a little bit curious about her world. The words never escaped his mouth though. “You are aware that this child is probably going to wake up traumatised, depending on how she ended up in that state?”
Thor’s response was a shrug. “Still, it’s an opportunity I doubt you would willingly let pass by.” They were silent for a moment, watching the scene before them as it played out. “Mother seems to have taken a shine to the little mortal, hasn’t she?”
Loki rolled his green eyes. “You speak of her as though she is a house pet.”
“I only jest! But you cannot deny that mother seems to be attached already.”
Watching Frigga hold the girl’s hand as healers inspected her injuries, the youngest son of Odin replied. “That attachment will fade presently. Soon enough, she will have to leave this place.”
“Perhaps she will keep her,” Thor pondered aloud.
Loki scoffed. “Father would sooner give up the thrown to the Frost Giants than let a mortal remain in his halls. And I would also imagine that her guardians on Midgard are looking for her.”
“Would you not enjoy a Midgardian pet? They are a weak race in comparison to ourselves.”
“That may be so, but you know how Mother feels about slavery. She would never allow it, nor do I desire it.”
Thor shrugged dismissively and pushed himself away from the pillar he had been leaning against. “I suppose so. Alas, I have more important matters to attend to. I’m already late for my sparring match with Lady Sif. Don’t hover over the mortal too long, brother.”
Loki watched his sibling leave and then turned his eyes back to his mother. Frigga remained next to the platform where the girl lay surrounded by working healers. The child’s vital signs all appeared on floating holograms. Certain healers sieved through them, pinpointing problems that showed up on a body chart.
“… head trauma,” he heard one inform another. “… two broken ribs… bruising and laceration…”
“This Midgardian received a harsh beating,” Eir agreed, her voice a little louder so that Loki could hear. “I am surprised she has clung to life this long.”
“She is a fighter, it would seem,” Frigga said, stroking the small hand with her thumb. “Will she survive?”
“Her chances are high now that she is on Asgard. Had she been brought back to her own planet, she would have perished, no doubt. That being said, I’m unsure as to when she will wake up.”
“Then I will remain her for as long as I can,” the Allmother replied, watching the girl attentively.
“You are welcome to stay as long as you desire, Your Grace.”
It was a short while after this when Loki decided to step forward. “Mother? Would you ask that I remain with you?“ He wasn’t sure whether it was concern or curiosity, but he found himself preferring to stay where he was.
Frigga tore her gaze away from the child and settled it on her own offspring with a smile. "It would please me greatly to have you here by my side, my son.”
He made his way over and took a seat next to her. With her free hand, she took his in her grasp, squeezing gently. He returned her smile with a small grin of his own and squeezed back.
“Where has your brother run off to?” Frigga asked after a moment.
“He left to spar with Lady Sif in the training yards,” Loki replied, gauging her reaction.
She laughed gently. “I should have guessed as much.”
They sat in silence as the healers worked attentively. Loki kept his gaze on the child, getting a real look at her for the first time. She had thick mousy hair, falling down to just past her shoulders, which appeared knotted and frayed in the ends. She was slim — worryingly so — and her top and bottoms were covered in dirt and small dapples of blood here and there. She was wearing a dark blue garment that looked like a short tunic with a hood attached while also being a few sizes too big for her. When his eyes found their way to her little freckled face, he was met with an array of cuts and deep bruises. Two lacerations in particular on her upper lip and right brow were sure to leave scars, even with Asgardian healers on hand. Her expression was blank in her slumber despite the gravity of her injuries – beneath all the bruises and dirt, her face still contained the innocence of a young child.
“What could have done this to her?” Loki asked his mother, overwhelmed with confusion rather than sadness. “She is but a child and a mortal. They are utterly defenceless and inept at this stage in their short lives.”
Frigga shook her head slowly. “I do not know, Loki. I cannot understand it myself. Perhaps when she awakens we will get some answers.”
“Perhaps.” Despite not being ridiculously upset for the mortal, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her when he thought about how harmless she was. What… thing could possibly have the motivation and the malice to strike something as defenceless as she?
He turned to his mother. “You do not know her name?”
“No. Hopefully that is another piece of information she can enlighten us with when she awakens.”
For a moment, Loki pondered what she would be called. Something dull probably, like most other Midgardian names… But her little bruised hands caught his attention and he immediately grimaced. He was the God of Lies and Mischief, the Trickster, the Silvertongue, but such unnecessary violence as this was never in his favour. There were some things that he would never and could never understand. At least the girl had survived her ordeal. He was a Trickster, but not heartless.
“The healers do not know when she will awaken,” he commented. “Do you think she will stay in this state for long?”
The Queen shrugged, a dark look passing over her fair face at the thought. “I can only hope that she will rouse soon, but if time is what she needs to heal, then so be it.”
“She is very… little,” he said absentmindedly.
Frigga nodded her head gently. “So very little and frail indeed. Mortals are so delicate.” She paused briefly to let out a shaky breath. “I fear that she may not survive her ordeal.”
Tearing his gaze away from the girl, Loki looked at his mother. “She is surrounded by the finest healers in all of Asgard, so I imagine that the stakes are already in her favour. Logically, she would have perished in her own realm, but not now. And little does she know, the Allmother sits patiently by her side, guarding her and wishing her a speedy recovery.”
Their gazes met and Frigga smiled at him. Not a grin or a smirk, but a genuine, happy smile. He couldn’t lie; seeing her pleased with him made him feel utterly elated.
“My son,” she murmured. “You are kinder than you give yourself credit for.”
Despite enjoying her affections, he let out a snort and spoke with a voice laced in sarcasm. “Kind? I am the Trickster God, I am not known for my kindness, nor my love of children.”
“What others think of you is irrelevant to me. I am your mother and I know that you have a kind heart, Loki, you just seldom show it.”
He bowed his head gently, feeling a warm sensation in his chest. Something that Frigga could always make him feel — acceptance, joy, a connection with someone else. He couldn’t possibly count all the times that Thor and his friends rebuked and teased him for his choice of combat and seiðr practice when he was but a child. It was the warm embrace of his mother’s arms that had made him feel like he somewhat belonged. When Odin favoured Thor for his brute strength in combat, Frigga was there to encourage Loki’s illusions and teach him the ways of the ancient art of seiðr. And now having lived for over a thousand years knowing that he was not as valued as his brother and that he was not as kind and gentle as she claimed, he still went to her and she still made him feel loved.
He grinned at her. “Well, I know better than to argue with a strong-willed woman; it would be impossible to change your mind.”
“Nothing would ever change my mind.”
They descended into a comfortable silence as the healers worked away on the Midgardian, taking special care to look after her in the Allmother’s presence. Loki could feel his mother gently stroking her thumb against the back of his hand. Looking down he noticed that she was doing the same with the girl’s.
“While we do not know her name yet,” Frigga declared some time later. “We must refer to her somehow.”
This somewhat piqued his interest. “Did you have anything in mind?”
Peering at her lithe form on the table, healers probing gently at cuts and bruises, Frigga said. “Nothing of yet, but maybe I will be struck with inspiration before she wakes.”
Loki remained seated beside Frigga until the healers had done all they could and explained their progress in short but helpful detail. He stayed by her side when she squeezed the girl’s little hand in her own and assured her that she would not wake up alone in a foreign world. That she would be there to help her.
He remained by her side because he loved Frigga and because this little Midgardian had successfully latched on to his attentions, whether he liked it or not.
...But I think with some liquid courage and this helpful Midgardian tune, I might be able to try.” -Loki (Unofferable)
This quote-which happen to be my favorite- came from @unofferable-fic ‘s fanfiction: Unofferable. It’s one of the fanfictions that I quickly fell in love with that I just had to check every other day if it was updated or not, and frankly, I’m glad that I stuck with it til the epilogue. It is written beautifully, the relationship between Loki and the OFC... It’s a great read and I’m looking forward for the sequel.
For anyone still interested, Chapter 16 of Unofferable, Part II will be dropping THIS WEEK. Yes, actually dropping, can you believe it? Because I can’t! It is about 80% finished and will then be run by my trusty beta before its grand and trashy arrival.
It has been faaaar too long, but I am back in action baby!
For anyone interested in what the apt title of the chapter is, I’ll leave the reveal to Loki...
Interrupting the Endgame hiatus because apparently my blog turned 1 year old today? Which means it’s been one year since I threw Unofferable out into the big bad world on Tumblr...
I have to say, I will always remember coming home after the midnight screening of IW and going “fuck this, I’m gonna post my fic and fix all of this shit.” I had no idea that it would be as well received as it was!
Thanks to everyone who read and stopped by to say hey. It means the world to me and it was a great comfort to meet likeminded Loki fans in such an uncertain time.
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I just wanted to say that I really really like booth your fics... and I may or may not just have binge watched/read “Do you fear the devil” 🙃 Looking forward for the next chapter. Kisses from Portugal 😘😘
You, my friend, are an absolute GEM haha Thank you so much for reading them and for letting me know that you’ve enjoyed them. That means an awful lot to me! I’m happy to say that I have new chapters for “Unofferable” and “Do You Fear the Devil?” in the works! I shall gladly send you my own kisses from Ireland 😘
I hope you’re all well. I must apologise for my semi radio silence of late. I wasn’t in a good headspace of late and basically couldn’t will myself to sit down and write Chapter 12 of Unofferable. A lot of things in life caught up with me last week and I wasn’t feeling in the best, and I don’t want to write when I’m in that headspace because I feel like my work will turn out poor as a result. That being said, I also feel awful letting anyone down, or not updating.
I just wanted to let those still reading Unofferable know that I’ve started Chapter 12 now that I feel a bit better! I’m not sure how many readers there are left out there, but I wanted y’all to know how much your comments, feedback, and support means to me. When I was in a crap place and doubting myself, it was very reassuring to hear that there are people out there who enjoy my stories. If I can brighten up someone’s day with my work, then my job is done. That, and it helps to brighten my own day up a lil too.
I did manage to finish the part 2 of that terribly trashy Loki/Ellie/Bucky oneshot that’s just gratuitous smut if anyone wants to have a nose at that. I promise it’s trash.
But yeah, thanks to those who stuck with me. It means a lot and I just wanted to make y’all aware of this x
Greetings from London, friends! Today is my last full day here and I’ll be returning home to Dublin tomorrow afternoon. Just a reminder that there will be no chapter uploaded this weekend, but posting will return to normal next weekend. I will also also be able to properly answer asks/replies/posts tomorrow once I’m home.
I should also mention that while in London, I took the opportunity to visit Regents Park. More specifically, I went to the exact bench in Queen Mary’s Gardens where a young Ellie decides to tell Loki about her family and what happened to her on Midgard! It’s was quite the feeing sitting there in person!
I’ll talk to y’all soon! Hope everyone’s lives are lit 💕