This makes me so sad
My headcanon for the MCU-verse is the Frigga always wanted more children, but they only ever had Thor. Frigga smiled and pretended all was well, but there was always a secret longing for a child who was more like her. As much as she loved Thor, he was very much his father’s son and the golden child. He had no patience for magic and tricks.
And then her husband comes back from war with this infant, a child who could be a hostage against the Jotun, who could one day be useful, an ally on the throne of Jotunheim. But Frigga doesn’t see that. She sees a frightened baby, and takes him from Odin, and cradles him as if he’s her own, and the baby’s cries soften.
"He is a Jotun. You cannot forget that," Odin said, over and over, but Frigga only smiled and said, "No. He is my son."
Sure, I didn’t need those feels
I know this is supposed to a highly aggressive attack, but all I could think about is how much he looks like he is spanking someone with a crop or a whip. Someone very, very, bad.
*just puts this here and backs out slowly*
I want him to aggressively spank me like this!
"My King! Please! I’m so sorry!" you cry, knowing you’ve disrespected him for the last time tonight, and now he’s going to punish you.
"Sorry isn’t good enough, pet," Loki says, his voice low. "You have done nothing but embarrass me and make me look foolish in front of every Asgardian this evening. Your apologetic words mean nothing to me. Come here."
He reaches out for you and grabs your wrist, tugging you down across his lap. You wriggle uncomfortably and begin to plead with him again, but to no avail.
With one hand, he presses down on your back and shifts his legs so he’s got you locked in place. With his other hand, he reaches down and lifts your skirt, exposing your bare bottom. Loki always expects you to go without undergarments, as it makes it easier for him to ravish you whenever and wherever he pleases.
Unable to move, you suck in a breath as you wait for what’s about to happen. Even though it hurts something fierce when Loki spanks you, it also turns you on and leads to some amazing sex after.
"You have displeased me for the last time, my pet," he tells you, rubbing his cool hands against your backside in preparation. "I think fifty swats with my hand will suffice. Twenty-five for each cheek. You will not speak, except to thank me after each one. If you squirm, I will add more swats to your punishment. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my King," you whisper. "I understand."
"Good. Let’s begin."
I’m sure that Frigga went to see Loki in his prison
with or without the permission of Odin. maybe they said:
"No Frigga he’s not the same Loki, he’s dangerous!"
"He’s my son..OUR son! you can’t stop me. we should go together to talk to him."
"Nope" *falls into the convenient OdinSleep *
( I dedicate this to the fucking awesome *megatruh :D )
"Mischief Meets Opportunity"
Crossover Fic: Inglourious Basterds//The Avengers
Hans Landa, Loki Laufeyson
Requested/written for: rei-loki-de-asgard
Loki walked down a random street in what he thought to be Midgard, though things did not seem quite right. This was not the version of Midgard he knew, there were men in uniform walking the streets, some with an oddly shaped symbol on their arm o a cuff of red. No this was something different entirely. Loki continued to walk, turning a corner, as he turned he bumped into a short man dressed in the same uniform as the other men.
"Watch where you are mortal, do you know who I am!" growled Loki, his fists clenched tightly, his green eyes starring daggers at the man.
"As a matter of fact I don’t." said the man slyly with a light Austrian accented voice.
"Where in the name of the Nine realms am I?" Loki did not like the confident air that came from this man, just who did he think he was to speak to a god in such a way.
"Nazi Occupied France, and for good measure it’s 1944." Said the man in reply, looking rather smug with a wide smirk on his lips.
"And who are you then mortal?"
"I am Colonel Hans Landa of the SS, surprised you have not heard of me.” Said Hans still grinning widely, “Now what is your name?”
"I am Loki of Asgard, god of lies and mischief!"
Hans looked at Loki with a raised brow, thinking he was completely out of his mind, and as he looked at his clothing, that only sulitified the idea.
"Tell me Loki, are you aware of what’s going on right now?" Asked Hans, curious to Loki’s answer, for it seemed to himself that Loki was not quite in the right place, that or the right state of mind.
”I don’t see what you mean mortal,” said Loki, not liking his current standing, he didn’t like being lost as to what was going on.
"The world is in war, shame that its happening again." Said Hans halfheartedly.
"What is that symbol, why are all these men wearing it?" Asked Loki, wanting as many answers as he could gather. He pointed to the little pin on Hans’ uniform, causing Hans to look down at it.
"Ah its called a swastika, its what the German military uses now, Hitler’s little mark for his ideology." replied Hans even more surprised Loki didn’t know this much, just who was this man.
Loki didn’t say anything more this time, he simply stared at the symbol longer, his emerald eyes focusing on it.
"Would you prefer for us to talk in a more private setting, it seems there is much we have to discuss." Said Hans.
"I can’t see a reason to refuse."
Hans grinned a little wider, motioning over to a building down the street.
"There is where we can speak, not many people this time of day." Hans began to walk, Loki lingering behind. Loki gave Hans a second glance, mulling over his better judgement. He finally saw no real reason not to go with Hans, what could a mere mortal do to him?
Loki caught up, meeting Hans at an open door. There were voices coming from inside, but hardly a crowd.
"What place is this?" Asked Loki, peering in.
"A bar, though like I said there are not many people inside this time of day." Replied Hans gesturing forward again. "After you," said Hans with a smirk.
Loki walked forward, while he still kept an eye on Hans, this man was not like the other mortals he had encountered. Hans followed behind, closing the door. He called out to the barman, ordering drinks for Loki and himself.
"Now tell me, what is this war that goes on now?" Asked Loki as Hans took a seat with their drinks.
"That’s a bit of a long drawn out story, but I think you might prefer a shorter answer." Said Hans raising his drink to his lips.
Loki nodded, not saying another word, a rarity of him to do so. Hans smiled lightly, setting his glass down.
"To put it very simply, a man named Adolf Hitler took power in Germany, he wanted to spread his beliefs and German domination throughout the rest of the world. Needless to say many were not keen to his ideals and goals." Said Hans with a chuckle.
"So that’s the man the mortal Captain America was referring to." Mumbled Loki, thinking back to his time in Stuttgart, Germany when he was cut short by Captain America and Tony Stark.
Loki looked up at Hans, his hands twisting his drink lightly. He was trying to think of another question, there was still much he did not know.
"And where do stand in this war?"
"I stand where it best suits me, at the moment it is with Hitler and Germany." Said Hans, "Oh but that can change quite quickly, I assure you."
"You are a peculiar man Hans," commented Loki, finally taking a sip of his drink.
"I’m a man of opportunity, nothing peculiar about that Loki."
Loki looked at Hans with a raised brow, letting out a breathy laugh.
"Not so sure of that, but I’ll give you the benefit." Loki chuckled, taking a bigger sip of his drink. He licked his lips, setting the glass down again.
"And what sort of man are you? You don’t look like any ordinary man I have ever seen." Hans glanced across Loki’s armor, making a point for Loki to take notice of this.
"I’ve told you, I am a god; you don’t seem to be able to catch on to the fact." Growled Loki.
"Perhaps, but you have to admit that is a big thing for anyone to swallow." Said Hans in reply. Loki scoffed pressing his lips to the glass for another drink.
"It doesn’t matter, I failed to concur Midgard, damn Avengers got in my way, oh and my brother helped them!" Said Loki from behind the glass.
"World domination hardly ever works in the range of history," said Hans slyly, "From Alexander to Napoleon to Hitler now, they all fall in the end I’m afraid. Some just last longer than others.”
"But those are mere humans, I am a god, an Asgardian!" Growled Loki, not wanting to let go of his idea of kingship so easily
"You tried, you failed, you are no different Loki," chided Hans. He leaned forward pressing his finger to the table.
"I find complete domination to be an utter waste of time," said Hans, "Why have all the control when you can stand to the side and be the master from behind the curtain?"
Loki looked up from his glass, mulling over what Hans had said. He wiped the remains of his drink from his lips, giving Hans more of his attention.
"That is a good point," he said still thinking over Hans’ words.
"Of course it is Loki, I didn’t service a world war and become a colonel in the second without having good sense."
"When you do return to where you came from, remember what I told you, you’ll be surprised how far it will take you."
Author Note: sorry if this was too short, I hope you still like it none the less. (it was a little tricky to get Hans and Loki to meet) I decided more to go with Loki’s POV, and set it in the Inglourious Basterds universe, not sure if that actually turned out alright. well again, I hope you liked it and thank you for the challenge! this was indeed quite tricky to write, to mix these two character’s universes in order to meet.
OPEN FAN-FIC REQUEST
Hey if anyone wants me to write them a Loki/Tom Hiddleston or Christoph Waltz/(any of his characters) fic I will do it right now! Hell I’ll do as many as I get messages for. just send me a prompt with what you want and I will write it!