"I keep seeing him. Whether I'm awake or asleep, I see him. Almost every day."
Frigga turned to him and asked "Where do you see him, Sweetheart?"
Thor looked down at his hands and didn't responds for a couple minutes. Then he quietly said "Everywhere."
Doctor Coulson nodded and asked "Do you see him now?"
Thor looked up at Doctor Coulson, before looking over at the window, seeing something out of the corner of his eye.
They were on the ground level of the building, and he saw him. Wearing the same formal clothes. His long black hair was still wet from eitjer the rain falling outside, or it just being as it was since that night. He watched as it gently blowed in the breeze.
He looked over at Thor, and stepped closer to the window, gently pressing his palm to the glass. Then Thor nodded and said "Yeah."
anti-socialish-writes — summary: after losing loki, you are pretty much at...
whatever it takes; the sorrow.
summary: after losing loki, you are pretty much at your worst. until you realize, it actually could get worse.
chapter: the sorrow.
warnings: character death, sadness, funerals and ah yes sadness
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You glance back at the cliff, then the stone on the ground where Loki has laid to rest for eternity. You shut your eyes, blocking out the glow of the stone that your future husband lost his life for, as you press the button on your suit to send you back to the Avengers facility.
“Did we get them all?” Tony looks around at everyone to answer his own question. The amber-colored stone emits a glow from within your grasp. You keep your eyes on the ground, unable to restrain the sorrow showing in them, as Thor suddenly notices that there are six stones… but no Loki.
“Y/N? Where’s Loki?” Thor’s eyes narrow, and you just shake your head. You didn’t even want to say the words aloud. You look up at him, absolute defeat and emptiness in your gaze as you watch his heart sink when he realizes what happened, before his anger begins to take over.
“You let my brother die?! My BROTHER?!” His real eye starts to glow as electric sparks dance on his fingertips. You don’t even step away as he takes a couple steps towards you - you don’t fear death anymore. Not when Loki awaits you. Tony suddenly steps in front of you protectively as he looks up at Thor.
“Come on Point Break, I doubt she would just let him die, maybe it’s one of his tricks.” Tony tries to reason, knowing Thor starting to attack you or anyone else is anything but necessary right now.
“My brother may be a trickster but he would NEVER pull a trick like that at the expense of Y/N’s happiness!” Thor bellows before suddenly spinning on his heel and storming out of the room to deal with his loss, tears beginning to well up in your eyes yet again. Tony turns to you, his gaze softening with sorrow.
“I’m so, so sorry Y/N… just try to stay calm-”
“Stay calm?! How do you expect me to stay calm, when I just lost my future husband?! I just lost the love of my LIFE, Tony! Not all of us have the luxury of being able to make a suit overnight, handing it to someone we care about, and guarantee their safety!” You don’t even wipe the tears that have begun to spill, as you shove the soul stone into Tony’s hand.
“I hope his sacrifice was worth it.” You mutter as you shove past Tony, before sprinting to your room and shutting the door behind you.
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It’s been days since you lost the love of your life. You haven’t showered, you’ve barely eaten, slept, or drunk. Most of your hours have been spent in bed, in silence from shock, then crying into your pillow until your face was tearstained and your eyes hurt. You haven’t left your room; you knew you’d only hear what Loki had died for. The mission he sacrificed himself for. You’d see the people who had doubted him. Who talked about him, talked about the stones and Thanos and this whole mission. You hate this mission. And if they didn’t make Loki’s sacrifice worth it…
Honestly, you aren’t sure what you’d do. I mean, you want to tear down that horrid cliff that Loki fell from, you wanted to murder the stupid guide, you wanted to break everything that led to Loki’s death. But you know you can’t. Not like this. Now, always feel weak, defeated, utterly empty.
Loki took your happiness with him when he left. You didn’t think it could get any worse than that.
At least, not until you heard glass shattering. Blasts hitting a wall. Crashing parts of a building. You barely have time to grab Loki’s shield and put it on your greasy, tangled hair before sprinting out to see what’s happening. Your eyes widen at the building falling apart, debris everywhere, and the massive spaceship shooting at the building. Then, at you. You recognize it as Thanos’s ship, hatred swelling in your heart for one of Loki’s abusers. When they repeatedly shoot in your direction, you realize they’re after you because of Loki, and you sprint. You don’t know where everyone else is, but you know that you need to find them.
You sprint relentlessly before you slip, falling under and into a dark area. You hear two other people fall in moments later - Rhodey and Rocket.
“Canopy, canopy, canopy!” You hear Rhodey repeat and look at him, his breathing heavy and uneven and you struggle to get up. You hear a rush of water, your eyes widening in fear as it starts pouring in. Bruce falls in, making water splash, and you help Rocket out from under a slab of metal. Water starts coming in quicker and you get next to Bruce as he holds up the piece of the building above him, anything to keep breathing. You see a tiny person yell something reassuring as he jumps out, recognizing him as Scott.
For minutes, you keep working to keep everyone from drowning, until suddenly everything is pushed away and you see the light again as Scott, now massive, pulls everyone out, setting them on the ground. You see everyone. Well, almost everyone. Your heart sinks when you realize everyone from the snap is back, and yet, whoever did this couldn’t bring Loki back. Rhodey leads you down to the front lines, Thor swiftly handing you a familiar pair of twin daggers.
“Here. He would’ve wanted you to have these, for protecting yourself.” You swiftly take them and nod, your eyes widening at the enormous army in front of you, Thanos at the head of it. Your head is spinning, your heart is pounding. If only Loki could see you now. If only he could see all of this, what his sacrifice lead to.
“Avengers… assemble!” You hear Steve roar as everyone charges towards the army. Rage and vengeance fills you, fueling you even though you feel weak. You start plowing through Thanos’s soldiers, the daggers swiftly making their blood spray. You don’t play attention to the blood on you as you spot Ebony Maw, a member of the Black Order that Loki had told horrific stories of - torture and pain filling each one.
Ebony Maw is too focused on telling Thanos about Clint sprinting with the gauntlet to notice you run up a rock, jumping and pouncing on him from behind as you drive your dagger into his throat. The same thought goes through your mind - if only Loki could see you now.
You continue to fight, eventually joining a new source of hope - Carol - and before you know it, all of the girls are with you, relentlessly fighting against Thanos’s army as Carol goes for Thanos himself. None of you stop, not until the army starts turning to dust. You stop, frantically turning in each direction to see what happened, until you realize how you won.
Tony is sitting against a pile of debris, Peter sobbing and reaching out to him as Pepper goes to him. Steve falls to his knees, a broken man. You can see the look on everyone’s faces, and you know that they must’ve been relieved to have won until they realized just how they won. You stumble over to stand with them, using the last of your energy.
You shut your eyes when the light in the arc reactor goes out.
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You wear a black dress, conservative yet flattering, to Tony’s funeral. You actually put in effort, you washed your hair and showered. You could practically feel the grime peel from you since it’d be so long since your last shower - a day before you lost Loki.
You stand next to Thor, a silent tear running down your cheek, knowing your last words to Tony had been your outburst. You never got to apologize. Some people that attend, you honestly don’t even know. You introduce yourself after, grateful to find that they’ll be attending Loki’s funeral after. You and Thor had decided to give him a traditional Viking funeral, and made the arrangements prior to today.
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On the dock, you stare at the smallish viking boat with flower petals surrounding it starting to drift away. On it is Loki’s helmet and a set of his twin daggers - his second favorite set, you had his favorite ones. You dip the tip of your arrow in fire, light to contrast the darkness of nightfall, before staring at the boat as you give the speech.
“Lo, There do I see my Father. Lo, There do I see my Mother and my Brothers and my Sisters. Lo, There do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. Lo, They do call to me, they bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla, where thine enemies have been vanquished, where the brave shall live Forever. Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death.”
You aim your arrow, and it hits its mark on the boat. Thor does the same after you, then everyone else. You stare at the boat, engulfed in flames as it keeps floating through the lake. A tear runs down your cheek as you whisper to Loki, hoping he can somehow hear you from Valhalla.
“I love you.”
And from Valhalla, Loki smiles.
I love you too.
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later today, i spoke with my mom. since late this summer, my aunt has been undergoing treatments for her leukemia. it relapsed three times and she was put into hospice weeks ago. my mom told me that she had passed away this morning, and she was someone that i was very close to so this was really hard for me.
because of both of these things, i’m not sure how long it will be before i write again, i’m kinda just at the point where i can’t really take anything more than i have today.
so to anyone waiting for anything theyve requested or a part of a series, im so incredibly sorry, but ive had like so much negativity in my life leading up to this and now i just cant really take anything else, it feels like the smallest thing is going to make me burst into tears all over again.
for the time being ill try to answer asks, such as ones from ask games/lists, questions/comments about writing pieces ive posted, anything you want to tell me about, just dont expect an answer as to when ill be posting more. as for requests, totally feel free to send them in so i can write them once i get around to writing them again, but just dont expect them for at least a couple weeks.
i love each and every one of you, and i hope you’re all staying safe. much love, alexa 💗✨
Whats next on the list to write? 𓆉
next on the list is a request i got for loki x a super touch starved reader that im super excited to finish
after that some of the more major fics im gonna be writing are the full trust in me fic, betrothed chapter 9, first chapter of five stages of grief, and then theres a bunch of other asks and projects ive got in store 💕
there’s no place like home.
request: Can I request a Loki x Reader where Loki disappeared one day and a few years later he comes back to the reader to see that she has a son who happens to be his he didn’t know about?
a/n: i screamed when this deleted before i could finish also im so so sorry i didnt realize until i finished that you said son not daughter but i hope its ok that its a girl
You almost couldn’t believe it when you opened the door. He was standing there, in the doorway of the house that he had vowed to stay in with you for the rest of his days. Until he hadn’t - until he vanished and left. It had broken your heart, and while you would have become lost in anguish and sorrow, you were overwhelmed with anxiety and dread. Raising a child, especially without a partner to aid in the task, is not easy. So great, Loki was only a couple years late to the party.
His deep, emerald eyes had guilt and sorrow pooled within, his expressive eyebrows furrowed in what you could only assume was nervousness or sadness. But, when you opened the door, those tragic but beautiful eyes lit up, taking in the sight of you like a soldier would look at his wife when returning from war. Like Loki never thought he would see you again and yet, there you stood. Just as beautiful as the last day he had spent with you.
“Y/N… my love-”
“Don’t ‘my love’ me. You left your 'love’ years ago, why would you return now?” Your brow was raised, and when Loki noticed that you weren’t quite as enthusiastic to see him as he had hoped, he averted his gaze for a moment and his shoulders sagged slightly.
“Just, allow me a moment to explain,” When he saw that your expression had not changed, he added softly, “Please.” Your facial cast relaxed slightly, which he used as a cue to continue. “I had been taking time to reflect on us. Mainly myself. Throughout our relationship, you have ceaselessly shown me love and care that I didn’t know I could deserve or receive from someone. Then I had begun to think, what if I didn’t deserve it? What if I was merely putting you in harm’s way?” Loki looked down, taking in a shaky breath. “Odin once told me, wherever I go, there is war, ruin, and death. I thought that by leaving I would be sparing you from all of that and that you may find someone who can-”
Loki’s discourse was cut short when he heard a much smaller voice. “Dada?”
Loki froze. He slowly turned to where the sound was coming from, raising a hand to his mouth when he saw the child in a crawling position. Her dark hair and green eyes were unmistakable. He slowly allowed for his hand to drop to his side, whispering, “She… is she..?”
“She’s ours.” You affirmed, your voice equally quiet. You walked to her, gently picking her up as Loki followed.
She smiled and pointed a finger at Loki before using it to boop his nose. “Dada!” She giggled happily, recognizing him from pictures.
Tears were welling up in Loki’s emerald eyes, akin to the hue of the toddler’s irises. His usually confident voice came out choked as he nodded, a weak but happy smile on his expression. “Y-yeah, it’s me… it’s dada… I’m here…” He ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek as he looked at you. “What’s her name?”
You smiled fondly. “Aurora.”
There was pure love than shone in Loki’s eyes as he looked at his daughter. “A name as beautiful as Aurora is very fitting for such a beautiful young lady. May I… may I hold her..?” He waited for you to nod before tenderly taking her into his arms as he smiled at her, another tear rolling down. She smiled and giggled happily again, repeating 'dada’ as she cupped his cheeks. “Oh, my precious girl…” His gaze turned to you. “By the Norns, I’ve only known her for a minute and I love her so much…”
“I was going to tell you about my pregnancy… but that was the day you left.” You admitted, your smile turning weak.
Guilt settled in Loki’s chest. He took an arm off of Aurora to take your hand. “I.. I am terribly sorry… I had no idea… I swear on my mother, I will never leave you again, my love.”
You grinned softly at his words, pressing a tender kiss to his lips before whispering onto them, “Thank you.”
“Always…” His attention returned to Aurora as she wrapped her tiny arms around him to the best of her ability. He sniffled from his tears of joy as he held his daughter. It was in that moment that Loki realized, there is nowhere he would rather be than with the love of his life and the child she had carried for him. He swallowed and handed Aurora to you, who you held in a gentle embrace. “Darling… my intentions are to stay with you forever, as we both always hoped for… I came here today with the hope that you still wished for that…" Loki slowly dropped to one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket as his gaze never left your eyes. "And if it is,” He opened the box, a gasp escaping your lips at the beautiful ring inside. “Will you marry me?”
steve: are you small or tall?
bucky:what’s your favorite memory?
sam:what makes you happy?
peggy: what’s your favorite era?
thor: what’s your favorite weather?
valkyrie: what’s your favorite drink?
heimdall: where do you see yourself in 5 years?
korg: are you optimistic or pessimistic?
peter: are you good at keeping secrets?
ned: who is your best friend?
michelle: do you like to go to parties?
liz: who was your high school crush?
aunt may: who or what are you most protective over?
t'challa: what is the most important thing your parents taught you?
shuri: are you a good driver?
nakia: what causes are you passionate about?
okoye:do you speak more than one language?
m'baku: are you vegetarian?
killmonger:sunrises or sunsets?
peter quill: what’s your favorite song from your childhood?
gamora: do you like to dance?
nebula: do you get along with your siblings?
groot: are you quiet or talkative?
rocket: have you changed a lot since you were younger?
asgard: if you could move anywhere, where would you pick?
brooklyn: where do you feel most at home?
wakanda: what is your hometown known for?
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Side Note To Fan Fic Authors
Here’s the thing.
I read a lot of scripts. A lot. From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Features and pilots. Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. It’s more inspired. It’s more compelling. It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt. It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful. It’s smart and thoughtful and good. It’s novel-quality. Better than, sometimes.
Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job. This is what they do on the side. In their spare time. For free.
So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good. You’re good writers and great storytellers. I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do. And because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies. You’re better than that. So be better than that. If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it. You’ve already started.
And you’re more talented than you might think.
❝trust in me. ❞ - trust in me; scarlett johansson.
a/n - tbh i kinda wanna make this a longer smut fic but heres a ficlet for now enjoy
One moment you had been scrambling to escape the madness. The next, you found yourself surrounded by other civilians. And above the lot of you, a dark-haired man was gripping a golden scepter; his very presence was exuding darkness and power.
He hadn’t failed to notice that unlike the others, you were more hesitant in kneeling before him. More hesitant in obeying his command. You wanted to resist, but the terror he had inflicted kept you in place, only allowing for a delay in kneeling rather than complete opposition to his order. He wouldn’t allow for it. So he smirked, waiting for a moment to strike so he could have his fun with you.
There were men there with eyes like his - bright blue, akin to the glowing stone in the scepter. The god-like man’s gaze flickered to a few of the men, standing still as soldiers would, and their gaze flickered to him in return as though acknowledging something he said. He continued to monologue as though nothing had happened, only now, he stared into your eyes. “You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.”
You had become too focused on the smirking man to notice two men weaving their way through the crowd until they were behind you. The world went black when a handkerchief was forced over your mouth, your eyes rolling back as you collapsed from some substance within the cloth.
When you woke, you found yourself bound to a chair. The two blue-eyed men took note of your eyes fluttering open, and one called out, “Boss, she’s awake.”
A dark chuckle echoed in the room as the men left, and the scepter-wielding man entered. He walked close enough to you to make the distance between you and him become mere inches. A cold hand lifted your fearful gaze to his sinister one. He was smirking again, just like he had been during his speech in Germany. Were you still in Germany? You couldn’t tell.
“Scared, little one?” You gulped, not finding the words to respond. His hand on your chin traced up to caress your cheek, stroking it as one would to a prized possession or pet. And there was that chuckle again. “Oh, you’re trembling.”
“A-are you going to let me go?” Once you finally found your voice, it was timid and small. His smirk grew - he was enjoying your terror, drinking it in. Allowing it to show until he decided to take away what little control you had left.
A brow shot up as he queried, his voice a taunting drawl, “Now, why would I catch you, only to let you go?” He shook his head, grinning down at you deviously. “My sweet mortal, you will not be going anywhere. This is your home now. I am your home now.”
He rolled his eyes and clenched his sharp jaw, displeased with your lack of knowledge on his identity, and his icy caress left your cheek. “That is what you Midgardians are. However, I am not of such low status. I am Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, and your king. And you, my dear, belong to me now.”
You swallowed. “Why… why me?”
“You see, as the other civilians merely attempted to take cover before they knelt before me, you did not. You ran, pushing people out of your way. And when I gave you an order, you were hesitant to follow it. You were the last to kneel before your king. Your king. If I hadn’t struck you with fear, perhaps you might have not genuflected at all. I will not allow for that.”
Dread settled in your stomach. “A-are you going to hurt me?”
“I very well could. But no. That is no way to earn your trust.” When you raised a brow, Loki continued. “I wish to have fun with you. So, I trust you to obey me - I trust that, from this moment forward, you will do as I say. No more hesitation when I give you an order. I trust that you will accept that you are mine, and mine alone. And now, I need you to trust in me. Just in me.”
“Why would I ever trust you?”
“Because I alone am going to take care of you now, my pet. You cannot, and you will not escape. As I stated, I am your home. As long as you submit to me, you will find solace in me. All you have to do is trust the God of Lies.” He snickered at the irony. “Ironic, but you will. And if, by chance, you don’t,” The god tapped the scepter on the floor to divert your attention to it. “this will ensure that you comply with me.”
Loki glanced at the glowing blue stone that matched his eyes, then looked into your widened eyes, your gaze directed back into his bright, piercing orbs. A green mist glazed over the bonds keeping you restricted in the chair, and they vanished in moments. He motioned for you to rise, which you did on quivering legs. And there was that signature smirk. “Kneel.“
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I was at Thor's house sitting with him to wallow in our sorrows. The reason, Jane and Loki. He had found out that Jane liked Loki. And Loki like Jane. He felt hurt and I did too once I found out. I had loved Loki for a while, but I just never got to tell him. Now, here we are, sitting in silence while watching a movie.
"You OK?" I ask him as he looked up at me. "No. I can't believe that the love of my life loves my brother. And to think, I'm going to be his best man." He said and looked back down. That's another thing. They're getting married tomorrow. I sighed and leaned back. Tears threatening to fall.
We heard the door open and Jane and Loki walk in. "Hey, guys!" Jane says happily. We wave halfheartedly. I looked at Loki and he looked so happy. I looked back down and cleared my throat. "Well, it seems we must be going. I promised Thor I'd take him out to his favorite restaurant tonight."
I said as I stood up. "Right. We will see you both tomorrow." Thor said as he stood up and walked both of us out, not looking back to see them. We finally arrive at the restaurant. I park and we go in and get seated. The waiter left and he started to talk.
"How can you do it?" "What do you mean?" I asked back. "How can you sit there and not be angry?" He asked looking up at me. "In all honesty Thor, I think at this point, I'm too hurt to be angry." I said as our food arrived. We started eating when I spoke up. "And there's not like we can do anything."
"What do you mean by that?" He asked taking a sip of his soda. "I mean, why ruin their relationship, just to make us happy, if it'll make them miserable?" I said as we finished eating. I paid and we left. I drove him to his house and walked him inside because I had forgotten my jacket.
We enter and hear giggling. We go to the living room and Jane and Loki were cuddling. I felt like I just shattered into a million pieces all over again. And I think Thor did too. They see us. "Oh, hey guys how was-" "It was fine." Thor said as he handed me my jacket.
"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow Thor." I said as we hugged and I walked out as he walked upstairs. I leave and arrive home. I go in and lock the door as I go to my room. I plop on the bed and fell asleep with tear stains on my cheeks.
Thor x Reader
Synopsis: Thor knows one day he’ll have to lose you.
Prompt: Thor + Sorrow
Loki always teased him when Thor fell for Midgardians. His brother liked to compare them to ants. To Loki their fragile forms and short lifespans made them lesser. Less evolved. Less intelligent. Less.
To Thor, there was a wonder to the fragility. The fact the human race could throw itself into the path of danger despite it. The way they had the capacity to love so fiercely because they didn’t run the risk of boredom setting in after hundreds of years. Thor was drawn to it.
So when he met you, how else was he supposed to react except to fall in love with you. So he shared in your life. It couldn’t be the other way around. Not in any real sense. No matter what you thought you got from him, how intense his love was. How bright his passion. Your impact on his life was brief. Like when you enjoyed a really good slice of cake.
He still loved you. He loved you hard and enjoyed every second he had to spare. He shared it all with you. But as always happened when he experienced such love, he had to experience loss too. With loss came sorrow. He’d felt it so many times now that all he could do was add it to the rest. He had once said what more did he have to lose? The truth was a lot. There was always another person he loved that could be taken from him. Yet the biggest thing he had to lose was that love. So he bore the sorrow. He wore it with him. He carried it not as a burden but a badge. It was his way to know that what he had had was real and it mattered. That you had mattered to him in the same way he had mattered to you.
Sorrow loki fanfiction
All members of the family looked at Elene Aleksandrovne in the eye. When she was in the spirit at dinner, everyone joked and laughed; but a little Elena Aleksandrovna, admittedly, squeezed her lips, furrowed her brows and squeezed her. Tears, everything was quiet. Her big sister, not young and painful woman, glanced at her without a glance, a bit of a pile, a brisk schoolbag, a drop-off Only one step-son did not.Beauty in the Blood -- Chapter 4 -- A Loki/Marvel FanFic Narration 18+
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