Kneel, Peasants.

Hey, Emy (the second owner of the blog) here! Answering questions!

two anons Asked for. . . 

Killmonger and Gamora (with a winky face, you saucy anon!)

I personally prefer Sunsets! The colors are just. . . PZOW but everything's still all soft and happy~ :) and I LOVE TO DANCE!!!! Any type, any time, any day!

the other asked for Bucky, T’challa, and Hemidall! 

My favorite memory . . . well, one of my favorites, it was when I saw someone in Bucky cosplay at my church fall festival. I screamed at them, but they didn’t see me. Well, the next day comes and I walk into french class. As i’m looking at my very spicy destination of my desk I see someone who looked a lot like that chick in Buck cosplay did. So I flung my stuff down, slammed my hands on her desk, and made a new friend! XD To this day i’m so surprised that I haven’t weirded her out or scared her off lol~ (spoiler alert. . . it’s Vanderly, second owner of this blog XD)

The most important thing my parents taught me was humility. That’s all I can really say. . . it’s not a specific instance, but It’s something that’s been ever present. :)

A/N: Why thank you so much, anon!! I actually really like this prompt so I had a bit of fun. XD

Y/F/N- your family/father’s name

You had been quietly playing and singing for a group of children who listened, enraptured by your beautiful voice. It was your pride and joy to sing, and you couldn’t help but cave when a group of children had begged you to keep singing for them. You’d been giving them a sort of concert of sorts, some of them even going to sleep before you received a special guest. Your king, Odin, leaned a hand against a pillar as the children scurried up, waking up their friends with laughter and left you with him. You quickly stand and bow but he waves a hand with a chuckle. 

“No no, my dear, please continue. It’s quite a lovely sound.” He encouraged, smiling under his white beard. You blink and hesitantly smile back, sitting back down and prepare to play again. 

“That one was a sonnet of some of your adventures.” You say quietly and he lets out a soft laugh. 

“Ah ha. I see…” 

“Do you… request anything, your majesty?” You look back up at him and he drums his fingers on the pillar. 

“How about your name, my dear.” You blink, slowly tilting your head. Odin has been acting differently ever since Loki had died and Thor had left to Midgard. He had never been quite so expressive, and he’d never shown any interest in your singing, or anyone’s singing for that matter. 

“It’s Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N.” You finally say, gently strumming a few notes on your instrument. He let out a soft ‘ah’ of acknowledgement, and you looked down at your fingers. After a moment of melodic indecision, your hands settled on a familiar song. It was a very old sonnet, one that had nearly been forgotten. You continued to sing under Odin’s eyes, and a few times you thought that he might have opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. When you finished, you were smiling with fond memories. 

“That was beautiful,” Odin said with an oddly soft smile. 

“Thank you,” You said with a grateful smile. “It’s a pleasure to play for you, your majesty.” It really was, even if you felt awkward about it. Your talents were known, yes, but only ever in the mundane sense. 

“The pleasure was all mine, Y/N,” Odin spoke with a strange tone, almost strained like he was attempting to stop something. You shook your speculations away. This was Odin, after all, he was your King. You bowed your head with a smile. “I hope to hear you again,” He said suddenly, turning to walk away. “Goodbye, Y/N.” Odin’s words left you in a shock, blinking in confusion as he swept away. What was that?

                                                   ~oOo~

Your odd encounters with Odin continued, at first sparingly. as they become more frequent, your suspicions were raised. Why would Odin talk to someone like you? You were a servant, who spent your spare time singing for children. The whole ordeal was rather confusing. You were thinking this over as you walked the halls of the palace, in between jobs. You had a small gate of time that you had to yourself, and you found yourself wondering into the surprisingly empty throne room. You slowly walked forward, slowly taking in all the sights of the beautiful hall. Subconsciously you began humming, listening to how the sound flowed in the hall. It reverberated amazingly, as expected from the Throne Room of Odin. 

“It is a rare beauty to hear your voice in my hall,” a voice startled you, causing you to spin around as he continued, “let alone to see you in it. Welcome, Y/N.” Odin. Your eyes grew wide as he approached you, and you quickly bowed.

“Your majesty, I deeply apologize for my intrusion,” You rushed out, trying to ignore the fondness found in Odin’s voice. “I was only-”

“There is no need to apologize, love.” His voice had changed, and you looked up quickly. The lost prince stood before you, where Odin had only seconds before. You thought it wasn’t possible for your eyes to get any wider. Your mouth fell open but ne held a finger up to his lips with a coy smile, then transformed back into Odin right before your eyes. He motioned his head to where some guards were walking in, implying a secret to be covered up. Your mind was blank as he nodded his head to you like the two of you had just finished a conversation. “well then, I shall call for you to preform later today.” What did he… You bowed again quickly. 

“Thank you, your majesty,” You rushed out, hoping that your nervousness and shock played off as excitement. You kept your head down as you left, trying to comprehend what just happened. Odin was not … Odin, but Loki? It would explain the behavior change, but … Your mind needed a break. surely your dear friend Sena would understand your not being there. You left the hall and wove your way to the gardens. Nothing helped you find your mind better than mindless playing and being outdoors. You kept your instrument in a specific hidden place when you couldn’t carry it, in a tree that your family had often sat around. grabbing your instrument alone gave you a healthy sense of peace, and you sat down to sing. Your thoughts wondered over what you had just witnessed, until you came to terms with what happened. 

You had always thought that the Trickster God was attractive, much like other women in Asgard. He had never taken the time to notice you before, which was expected. You were a servant, after all. But now? He had seen you. What would this entail?

                                                  ~oOo~

It seems that Odin - no, Loki - really did want to see you. Not to preform, however. It was a private place for you to talk, where he shed his illusion. It was absolutely overwhelming, in the best way. The two of you talked for ages it seemed, and also like no time at all. Soon enough it was time for you to go, and he bid you goodnight. 

That was the first of many secret meetings. You almost wondered if the two of you were becoming too close, given the narrowly missed slip ups he had nearly caused himself. It was a miracle you had even made it to this meeting, in all honesty. You looked down at Loki, threading your fingers through his hair. He was reading, leaving you to your thoughts. You smiled, then tipped your head back to look at the ceiling. What was it you were just thinking about? oh, yes. Loki, almost blowing his own cover. You laughed quietly as your mind fastened on a specific event. 

You were singing, to children who were absolutely charming and insisted on singing with you. Your small group of cuteness stumbled through a few verses of a unknown melody, laughing and stopping frequently. It was the most fun you had had in a while, if you were honest. Loki strolled by, as Odin, and stopped to listen. The children could not see him, but you did, and you smiled at him. He smiled back, walking behind the children as stealthily as he could. They seemed to deem him as a passerby, and kept singing with a sort of reckless abandon that only a child could have. 

“What a scene I have found myself upon,” He suddenly said, scaring the children a bit. They hastily bowed to them, but you just smiled. 

“Hello, Your Majesty. It is nice to see you,” You said truthfully. the two of you hadn’t gotten to hang out often because of kingly things that you weren't involved in. He smiled, and watched as the children excused themselves to their mother’s calls. He sat next to you. “no guards?” you asked cautiously. He shook his head.

“Not this time, darling.” He said in his own voice. You couldn’t help but smile a bit. He had begun to lean a bit closer when the official call of the guards rang out. You stifled a chuckle as he lurched into a standing position. Honestly, you were surprised that the guards hand’t caught on yet. 

“Your Majesty, it’s time to -” Loki cut them off with a sharp wave of his hand, striding away with what looked like an almost embarrassed expression on his face. That made you laugh a bit more, and -

“And what are you chuckling about?” Loki’s voice startled you from your memories. You looked down at him fondly. 

“Nothing, I promise,” You said with a easy smile. He made a disbelieving noise, setting his book down. He didn’t believe you, and you knew it. He sat up, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. Loki leaned closer. 

“Mmhmm, I totally believe you,” He said with a mocking giggle. You protested a bit, eyes trailing over his beautiful face and settling on his lips, which had twitched into a knowing smirk. Your were hot and most likely red as he pressed a kiss to your lips, an underlying hunger burning just below everything. However, Loki pulled away, settling himself in your lap again with his book. 

“sing for me please?”

He asked after a long moment of peaceful silence. Now there was something you could do. 

A/N: I’m actually stretching my writing skills a bit with this so I will admit I only have a blurry idea of where I’m going, but since this is also a request, if anyone would like to add a plot point or plot twist then please message me!!! New ideas from amazing minds are always welcome here. Also, the summary is more like a vague backstory and contextualization of where I’m starting off. Also, I am so sorry I failed I did not have this up when I wanted to. :( had some rather unexpected mental breakdowns which was annoying but it’s all Gucci now.

Prompt from anon: For the loki prompt ask, maybe loki could fall in love with a witch he meets on earth??

Summary: y/n is a witch of considerable talent but also of questionable intentions, thus leading to the Ancient One pushing her out of the order. Y/n refuses to halt her practice of magic however, and in the midst of accomplishing her goal, she attracts the attention of another magician: the God of Mischief himself.

Y/F/N: your full name

Chapter one

It wasn’t unusual for people to be rowdy in New York City, but you noticed it seemed especially rough on this evening. There was no avenger nearby though, not that you’d heard of anyway. You were coming back from shopping in a tiny little flea market in Queens, your very walk preventing anyone from insighting trouble with you. Your apartment was a bit snug but you loved it anyway. It was more of a home than the Ancient One ever allowed you. You kept having to flick your hair out of your face as the wind picked up between the buildings, newspapers flying up everywhere.

“Strange signs, kinda like a crop circle, y’know, but like the one THOR uses-”

“Thor? What’s he doing here?”

“Well it’s a bit outside of the city...” The snippet of conversation faded out as you passed two young ladies, chattering excitedly about the god of thunder. You kept your expression bland and disinterested, although you immediately started looking around more carefully. The argardian only came back when something big was about to happen, and given all that had already gone down with the avengers, you’d prefer it if the world was given a little bit of a breather. You walked into the building and checked your mail, finding nothing of interest but took it anyway and started up the stairs to the fourth floor.

You hated this part, but the elevator was broken and supposedly the landlord would call the repairmen soon, but it’s alresdy been two weeks. But you supposed it was a good workout, even though you regularly practiced martial arts and were already a fit person. But just when you were about to unlock your door, you froze. Something didn’t feel right. Your hair stood on end and goosebumps ran across your skin. There was someone inside your home. But who? You hadn’t been in contact with anyone from the Order in years, but you weaves a magic shield circle around your arm anyway and slowly unlocked the door, peeking around to try and see who was there.

There was no one. A dark and empty apartment greeted you, and you slowly stepped inside, closing the door quietly before raising your fists, both now having magic circles at the ready. The dining and kitchen area was empty, but it was too empty. This wasn’t the normal feeling in your apartment. Something was off. You slowly waved your hand, a dull golden light pushing away from you and tracing through your place. And-

There was someone here, in the living area. You crept forward, forcing your breathing to be silent as you hid behind the wall, listening. There was nothing, then you heard a small breath, almost like a sigh and the page of a book turning.

A man, tall with shoulder length dark hair stood next to your worn bookcase, flipping through a childish book of mythology that had been a gag gift from a friend at the restaurant you worked at. He wore a black suit, from what you could see as his back was turned to you. You raised your hands, tense and ready to fight in case he turned out to be an enemy.

“That’s mine.” You finally said after a few seconds of standing there threateningly without him noticing. He slowly turned, and you felt like ice had replaced your blood.

This was Loki. LOKI. Loki of Asgard, the same god who’d tried to take over the world only a few years ago. In this very city, coincidentally.

His cheekbones cast shadows over his face and his jaw looked sharp enough to slice wood. He held himself high, chin lifted to look down his nose at you with a slow grin spreading across his lips, baring his teeth.

“Hello, Y/F/N.” He purred, the book slowly snapping shut in his long, slim fingers. You narrowed your eyes, flexing your fingers to make yourself focus on something other than the god in your living room.

“Why do you know my name?” You demanded. He was Loki, god of mischief and brother of Thor. You didn’t doubt he had ways to find out your name, so his reason was more important than how he knew it. He just slowly bent to set the book down on the coffee table, raising his hands in almost teasing surrender, an insufferable smirk still on his face.

“Easy, Y/N.” Your name in his voice sounded- right. But wrong. But right. “I’m not here to hurt you. You can relax.” You heard a slight chuckle in your voice and you scowled, miffed for no reason other than he was- you didn’t even know.

“Then why are you here?” You finally asked slowly, shifting your stance but not relaxing. Loki sighed, closing his eyes briefly before you were trapped in his icy blue gaze again.

Wait, no, you weren’t trapped, just-

“I have a little... job, as you mortals call it. If you so desire, I can pay you beyond your wildest dreams as well.” You almost had to laugh. Loki, an actual god, needed the help of some mortal witch?

“Yes that’s very convincing.” You said dryly but your arms slowly started to lower in spite of yourself. “What do you really want?” He grinned wolfishly, and you found the glint in his eyes more than a little concerning.

“To see my enemies kneel before me.” Your arms dropped to your sides and you cautiously moved into the room some, sliding along the wall then leaning against it, crossing your arms over your stomach.

“I don’t remember that working so well last time you were here so-” his chuckle interrupted you, and it made your very bones shake.

“This world is nothing to me. No, I’m talking about my other enemies, real enemies. Once they are gone, then I can be the King I am meant to be.” His grin was triumphant, like he’d finally caught his prize in his class. You stared at him, unsure what to think of this. King? King of what? Asgard?? That was impossible. Last you checked, Odin was the king and after he dies then Thor would succeed him.

“okay well that’s for you to do. I don’t see what I’m so essential for.” You muttered and pressed yourself back against the wall as Loki took a few steps towards you. Now you understood. He almost radiated some sort of cold... energy. Not the typical temperature kind, but... definitely some type of magic.

“Oh, you’re essential to everything, darling.” He stopped just a mere foot and a half from you, and all you could do was stare, slightly open mouthed.

“I can do a lot of things, but I’m not going to kill innocents.” You finally said, a firm set entering your jaw. Loki tilted his head at you.

“Is there truly anyone innocent though?” He countered quietly, but then he inclined his head, just barely. “Although, if you listen and do as you’re told, you should have no need to kill anyone.” He conceded and you let out a small breath. You weren’t so naive to think you could get out of this, not if Loki really wanted you to do something for him. And to be quite honest, a change of pace would be welcome. And maybe Loki would be inclined to share some of his knowledge with you, and fix this dead end that you’d been staring at for months, regarding your-

“then what do you need me for?”