Admin note: This chapter and fic are by leavetherestunspoken.
Loki took no time at all on getting his helmet and mounting his horse. He knew exactly where she was. It was easy enough for him to tune into her necklace and find her exact location. He was now glad that Odin had accepted to give him back his powers, minus his ability of hiding from Heimdall. So there was no chance of him trying to leave Asgard.
This is a Loki AU fic from Avengers with hints of OC and Hawkeye as well. There is death and hints at self harm and attempted suicide, mind control and blood not so much in this first part. For now it might be a one shot but there is always more that can be added if people are interested.
A visitor from Asgard has a profound affect on one master archer and leaves him tormented and torn whilst providing relief and sorrow for the God of Mischief. (This is my first time submitting fanfiction so I apologize if its not very good but there is more to come if anyone takes an interest)
An evening with Loki and his wife as they experience their child kicking for the first time.
A/N: Okay okay, I know that I should be working on Where Days Are Dark right now, but I just had to write a gift for my spectacular beta, sing-hummingbird-sing. She deserves the world and all of my heart. I love you so much, Jen. I really wish I could do more, Mama Bear. :3
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Jensa’s eyes forced themselves to flutter open, her chocolate irises heightening as the natural sharpness of her vision broke through the barrier of blurriness that hindered it, the forms of the furniture that ornamented her chambers coming to focus around her.
She had been awoken by an unsettling, foreign feeling that thumped against the inner-walls of her belly, undoubtedly mustered by the sweet little infant that was growing inside.
Curling her arms, she propped herself up using her elbows, her long amber tresses cascading down her shoulders, some unkempt curls escaping their places and falling into her face.
“Loki…” she breathed out, her eyes growing wider with every soft beat that she felt thump inside of her. “Darling, wake up…”
Hello again, chapter 5 for people who are reading. I hope you are enjoying this because I’m pushing myself through bad writers block to get to the good stuff I have planned. Warnings: fluff as usual, nothing else.
It had been at least 3 weeks since Loki had admitted to having feelings for Hazel and she still couldn’t believe it. All he had done the past few weeks was bringing her exotic flowers from Asgard, jewellery from Asgard, chocolate treats (which were divine!) from, you guessed it, Asgard. He seemed so desperate to show her his home without actually taking her there. She had mentioned once that she would love to see this infamous Asgard but when she brought it up he looked like she had just suggested a war. She didn’t know what was happening on Asgard but from that reaction she knew something wasn’t right. Not wanting to upset him again, she dropped the idea all together and just enjoyed the gifts and showers of affection. He would hold her hand, kiss her hand, maybe her cheek from time to time but never ever on the lips. This did start to annoy her slightly but she didn’t bring it up, he was being a gentleman and she liked that. Yes she had fallen for him, she knew he was dangerous but her feelings just couldn’t be overridden.
Yevanna stood nervously in the great hall of the Citadel, waiting for Aetius to arrive with his retinue. She and Theo had arrived at the castle very early that morning and decided it was best to simply stay awake until they reached Asgard. As the silence of the empty space crept into her consciousness, Yevanna questioned the wisdom of that decision. She had hoped the constant movement and excitement of the journey would keep her awake, but it seemed that Aetius had decided to sleep in this morning. She glanced at Theo, who looked just as tired as she surely did. He smiled weakly at her.
A/N: Mythology and prophecies turn me on. But you knew that.
A/N: This fic is co-authored by me (elementarydata) and Whispersofafangirl. Warnings for this chapter- sexually explicit, rough sex, dub-con, name calling, dirty talk.
Summary: The story picks up where Avengers ends. Thor returns with Loki to Asgard. Believing Odin intends to execute him Loki escapes and travels to Jotunheim where he plans to reclaim the throne and seek revenge on Asgard.
Torfrid hurried down the corridors, where she was supposed to turn right towards her rooms, she turned left and sought out her brother, Talikon. She didn’t know what Loki had planned for Jotunheim, but she wasn’t prepared to trust him.
“Talikon!” Torfrid cried, rushing to embrace him. “I am sorry the council will certainly rule against you.”
Chapter 19 –
I looked back to Natasha and she showed me a sympathetic expression. Thor stood, his arms folded, looking at me with an earnest stare. He knew I knew that Loki was here, it somehow was written all over my face. Suddenly they had all turned and looked at me while Fury lent against the table the opposite end from me.
“Loki has returned to earth.” Fury said. The mention of Loki’s name could just give shivers down my back and I attempted, maybe failing, acting as though I were in shock. I thought back to the first things I asked Loki when I saw him in front of me.
“How…Why?” I stammered. Thor’s brow furrowed slightly, maybe I was doing a better job than intended.
“For Eira.” Thor said.
“Eira?” Steve asked. “Who the hell is Eira?” he continued glancing around the room for anyone’s input.
“Eira was the love of Loki’s life.” Thor continued not taking his gaze from mine.
“Wait I’m confused…didn’t he kidnap Evelyn?” Tony asked.
“Evelyn is Eira’s exact copy.”
Chapter Ten: Ten Gallons Full of Crazy in a Five Gallon Bucket
Yevanna regarded her cousin sitting quietly, head down and hands tied behind his back. After his apparent psychotic episode at the banquet, her father had thought it best to restrain the elf and currently they were in one of the upper cells of the usually empty dungeons. Yevanna didn’t much like to think about what went on in these dark chambers, but her father hadn’t needed to use them since the last vestiges of the civil war, well before her time. Usually if people needed to be punished it was dealt with publicly whether it be through duel, fine, or a stint in the stocks.
A/N: Hey, sorry I haven’t updated in a while, haven’t been well and I’ve had final hand in dates at Uni. Here’s chapter 4 and I hope you guys enjoy. Warnings for a bit of fluff and some arguments, no violence or anything just shouting, also dominance in the beginning. Slight Language at the end.
“I am Loki, the King of Asgard! And you will kneel before me! You are mine to control Hazel, you cannot escape me!” Loki shouted down at her, their noses almost touching as he spat the words at her.