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Harry: my dad didn’t strut

Remus, eavesdropping: yes he fucking did

Harry: my dad didn’t strut

Remus, eavesdropping: yes he fucking did

please spread this, we have to show her that it isn’t acceptable 

Hey, so they’re making a Netflix Harry Potter.

With that in mind, we’re all gonna remember that JKR is a terf who has literally been cited by legislators engaged in legislation that actively harms trans people, and we’re not gonna give her any more money.

That means not streaming the new show on Netflix, because regardless of how much influence she has on the production, she gets paid for it.

We’re gonna make the show flop. We’re gonna show Warner Brothers that we don’t forget (of course, how would we forget, it isn’t as if she’s stopped), and that their business association with terfs is no longer profitable.

It is NOT like Lovecraft, because Lovecraft is very dead and his works are in the public domain. By consuming Lovecraft media, you are not giving any money to old Howard.

the ability to massively piss off kaz brekker

so.

i guess fanfiction wasn’t a phase….

thursday needs a meme, here’s my attempt to contribute. it’s thursday and i’m here to help. thanks

This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual

I Told You You’d Cry—Jasper Jordan

Pairing: Jasper Jordan x genderneutral!reader 

Trigger warning: Injured Jasper, near death 

Fandom: The 100

Genre: Bit of fluff, mostly angst 

Requested: No

Word count: 

Summary: Y/n hasn’t slept for a week, too worried about her injured best friend, cursing herself because he was right all along. She would cry if he died. 

*Gif not mine*

Italics = memory

“Y/n do something!” “Would you shut up for a second, Monty? Clarke, find me a wash cloth.” You said, eyes glued to Jasper’s injury engulfed body. A cough wracked his fragile form, and your brow furrowed. Clarke sprinted quick as quicksilver out of the tower your were huddled in with Monty and a barely breathing Jasper Jordan. 

“You better wake up goggle boy.” Your voice shook a little as you spoke, he was right after all. You would cry if he died. You’d more than cry, you’d yell, kick, and scream as insanity engulfed you very essence. 

“Oh come on, you would. You love me too much not too.” Jasper teased. You threw a small rock at his head, and he swooped left just in time. “Great shot, not as great as me though.” He winked, you laughed. 

“Well if you don’t die, we’ll never have to find out, goggle boy.” 

You had debated this topic with your best friend innumerable times over the years you’d known each other. He’d do something dumb and potentially life threatening, and tease you about how much you’d cry if he died, you’d deny such things and tell him the you’d never have to find out. Now here he is before you again, about to try and get to Mount Weather with a few other outlaws, doing just the same. 

“But what would you do if I did?” Amusement sparkled in his whiskey coloured eyes, always enjoying your reaction to his taunts. 

“Just don’t die, okay?” You groaned. He pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping firmly around your waist, chin resting on top of your head. His hand moved gently through your hair, another thing he always did when the laughter died out, and his emotions were vulnerable. 

“All teasing aside though, I wouldn’t leave you like that.” he murmured against you hair. He pulled away enough to look you in the eyes, his way of showing he was sincere. Out of everything so far, this was the riskiest yet. You were back on the ground, exploring completely unknown territory, like the Lewis and Clark expedition on steroids. 

“I should hope not.” You smiled gently at him, and he leaned slightly closer to you, forehead bumping yours.

“Could you guys do that after we’ve gotten back from Mount Weather? Come on, Jasper.” Monty rolled his eyes, appearing next to Jasper, trapping his foot impatiently. 

“See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

It had been a week. Or maybe less. Or more. You didn’t know what time it was, or whether it was day or night, or how many days or weeks it had been since Bellamy and Clarke had dragged him into the camp. When they’d come back without him the first time, Finn had to lock you in the tower so you wouldn’t go bolting out of the camp, and as it turns out they found your a attachment to Jasper a liability and didn’t let you out until they came back. At least they were letting you treat him now. 

Plenty of your time was spent sending Clarke or Octavia into the forest to get plants and test them out on yourself to see if they were poisonous or not. A few had made you seriously ill, and you’d gone outside briefly so you didn’t infect Jasper, but no plants had been fatal, and most had proven relatively helpful. The others told you every day “you need to hurry, someday Bellamy’s going to take the snap” and he would, you were sure, but you would buy yourself as much time as you could muster to keep Jasper alive. 

You hadn’t cried yet, you wouldn’t let yourself, that would mean admitting he had died. If you started to get chocked up, you’d snapped your eyes shut and force fond memories of your best friend into you mind, blocking out the version of him that was sitting with a dying pulse on the metal floor in front of you. 

It was miraculous frankly that you hadn’t swallowed your own tongue yet, with only about an hour and a half of sleep each day, anyone else would have, but anyone else was not you. You had a better reason to stay awake than they did, you only wish Jasper did too. 

Peeking open eyes, you gazed at his face. His face was pinched like he was having a nightmare, and he let out occasional groans of pain, and mumbles of nonsense, though you occasionally caught your name. It shattered your heart, and your hand quickly tangled itself with his. 

This time when the tears started to prick your eyes, you let them come. You let them pour down your cheeks like the spray of a geyser. Nothing was stopping you now, and your body quaked with sobs. And then a hand squeezed yours. 

Your head snapped up, gazing at the now very much conscious Jasper. Your free hand covered your mouth, jaw hanging slack. 

“I told you you’d cry.” he rasped, a small grin tugging at his chapped lips. 

“Oh my god.” you whispered, curling you knees into you chest, and gently brushing his hair out of his face. 

“That’s my job.” he protested meekly, narrowing his eyes in protest, clearly yearning to swat your hand away. 

“I don’t care, all I care about is you right now, okay? I’m never letting you go anywhere without me ever again, I’m going to make sure this never happens to you more than once, it shouldn’t have happened at all! God, what if you really had died? There’s no one more important to me, and I’m sorry I never told you, but I’m in love with you, I have been for years, and what if you’d died and I never got to—”

“Shh,” Jasper whispered, his expression softened even more if that was possible, hand shakily battling its way towards you to cup your cheek, thumb weakly wiping away the new wave of tears that had begun to fall. “It’s okay, I love you too you know.” 

“Really?”

“Really.”

ben barnes. most notably known for his iconic roles of sirius black on 2013 tumblr

Just Another Glader—Newt

Pairing: Next x fem!reader

Trigger warning: Alcohol, drunk Newt, jealous Newt 

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Genre: Non specific 

Requested: No

Word count: 1163

Summary: Newt is struggling to admit to Y/n that he has feelings for her, so on bonfire night he decides to get a little bit of help.

Newt sometimes wondered why he was appointed second in command. It's not that he didn't like it. Sure, it was a lot of responsibility having to help run The Glade, but that wasn't something he couldn't handle, and unbeknownst to him he was the glue of the Glade. He wondered because he didn't view himself as anything particularly special. Why not Gally, or Minho? Sure they were both hotheads, but they could get people to rally. Of course Newt didn't view himself as anything lesser, he wasn't insecure, just didn't quite see himself as special. He was equal to everyone in his mind. Just another Glader.

And unfortunately, when you're pinning after the only girl in The Glade, being "just another Glader" doesn't help you much. And that was another thought Newt ranggled with on the daily.

Y/n. The perfect balance kind, quirky and mischievous, and Newt wasn't the only one after her, not by a long shot. At first when people started to proclaim their quote unquote, "undying love" for her, she turned them away gently telling them they were very kind, but she didn't feel the same. But after the first half dozen she started to get impatient. If any boy (besides maybe Newt, Minho, Chuck, Alby or Thomas) got anywhere near her she sent them away with a withering glare, and continued doing what she was doing, and reasonably so.

Newt and Y/n were friends, so at least he knew she cared for him, just not in the way he wanted her to. Apparently, Minho had had enough of watching Newt stare at her while she worked, or ate, or talked, or really anything, Newt could have watched her for hours, but Minho took the snap.

Minho was eating dinner with Newt and telling him about the maze, various patterns they'd already been over dozens of times before, both were starting to loose hope about ever getting out, much to Alby's chagrin, but Minho went over it with Newt every day anyways. Or Minho was trying to. "So we ran section 8 today, and Thomas seems to be adapting pretty quick— Newt, are listening to me?"

Newt was staring at Y/n as she chatted amiably with Chuck and Thomas. She laughed at something Chuck said and Thomas gave ruffled her hair with a fond smile. Despite the brother sister type of relationship they seemed to have, Newt felt jealous cloud his vision quick as quicksilver.

As Y/n busied herself swatting Thomas's hand away, Newt busied himself clenching his fists and sending Thomas a cool look. Minho slammed his fork down, causing Newt to snap out of his daze, and a few boys to raise and eyebrow at the keeper of the runners.

"Alright that's it, shuckface! If you don't tell the shebean soon, I'll tell her myself. If you're gonna be pissed at Thomas, it better be for a reason better than this." he said.

Newt looked at Minho warily, knowing full well what he meant. "Tell her what exactly?" he asked with feeble hope that Minho meant something else.

"You know very well what. I'm tired of you gazing at her like she's the shuck sunset while I'm trying to talk to you." Minho snapped, crumpling Newt's hopes like a ball of paper. Newt sighed, knowing he was probably right. "Besides, if you don't make a move soon, Thomas will. And then where will you be?"

Newt scowled, teeth grinding together audibly. "You think Tommy likes her?"

Minho scoffed, if he would have had more hair he would have flipped it. "Yeah, Thomas and every other guy in this shuck place. Do something soon, or I will."

***

As it turns out, Newt did find a way to muster up the courage. Or alcohol dosed Newt did. It was bonfire night, meaning Gally was in an okay-ish mood, which meant Gally's special drink. No one knew what was in it, just that it made them feel "alive". Newt was never one to want to get wasted, but he figured if he was going to spit out how he felt to Y/n, he might as well not remember her rejection in the morning.

"Bottoms up." he muttered too himself, gulping down some of Gally's drink.

Y/n sat on a log beside a clearly intoxicated Minho. Normally, she could put up with Minho and his antics, but when he got drunk he got a little too flirty for her taste.

"Hey Y/n, I think something's wrong with my bed," Minho shrieked out a giggle like an intoxicated hyena. "You aren't in it."

Y/n thunked Minho on the head. "Go bother Thomas, you twat." she said with an eye roll.

Minho skipped off in his drunk stupor, but was quickly replaced by someone else. Newt slung an arm around the girl and sent her a grin.

"'Ello, love." he slurred. "You had some of Gally's drink yet?"

Y/n groaned, hand immediately flying up to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration. How had someone gotten Newt drunk? He never drank, not once in the two years she'd known him. "Can't say I have." she said. "Have you?"

Newt held his fingers very close together for the girl to see. "Maybe a teeny bit." He giggled.

She stood up quickly, and offered the lanky blond her hand. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Newt took her hand and stumbled after her towards the homestead. Most Gladers slept in hammocks, but being second in command has the occasional benefit, such as a room in the homestead, and staying away from the cult of Gladers who enjoyed practicing spirit summoning rituals (God knows where they'd learned them) in the dead of night.

After bumping into several walls, and tripping over multiple stairs, a severely exasperated Y/n managed to haul Newt into his bedroom.

"Go to sleep, Newt. You'll feel better in the morning." That was a lie. The only thing he would have in the morning was a pounding headache and a world that appeared to look like a giant pinwheel of death, but she needed to convince him to close his eyes for at least a few hours. A pout appeared on Newt's face as Y/n moved for the door.

"Don't gooooooo." he whined, a childish look of abandonment crossing his morose face.

"Alright." Y/n murmured. She sat down on the floor next to his bed, and after some convincing, got Newt to try and fall asleep. She sat in silence for a few minutes. After a solid forty five minutes or so, she assumed he was asleep, and quietly crept towards the door, but before she could slip through the door and back to her hammock, the girl heard a quiet whisper waltz across broken silence.

"I love you" murmured from Newt. Y/n smiled softly at his now sleeping form.

"I love you too, Newt."

trying to prove a point to the boys at school

reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

PLEASE REPOST! THIS IS SERIOUS!

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

Miss Rona is typing. . .

Dating The Marauders Would Include. . .

*Gifs are not mine*

Just gonna mention I added Regulus because I know he isn’t a Marauder but he deserved better.

James

-Quidditch practice

-Quidditch dates

-Quidditch tournaments

-Quidditch field trips 

-Just a lot of quidditch really 

-Being in Lily’s position, and finding him really annoying at first (toe rag)

-Him thinking he’ll eventually convince you that he’s incredible, and that you should go out with him

-You eventually giving in

-PDA is a hard yes

-Trying to get him to run a comb through his hair once in a while

-Him doing so, but “Only for you”

-His hair still being messy anyways

-Being on rival Quidditch teams (unless you’re in Gryffindor, then you play together)

-Threatening to whack a blunger at his head 

-Actually doing it once

-Consistent teasing

-Wearing each other’s Quidditch jerseys 

-So. Much. Quidditch.

Remus

-Read, read, read

-Starting a book club 

-The book club being his idea because he wanted to spend more time with you

-James and Sirius constantly daring him to ask you out

-You asking him out at this book club because he was too shy to 

-Remus not being fond of PDA, but getting jealous easily

-Temple and forehead kisses 24/7 because he’s comfortable with that, and he’s way taller than you

-Being the only one besides the Marauders who knows about him being a werewolf

-Dragging him into trouble (he secretly loves it, but would never tell you)

-The teachers partnering you for everything because you worked incredibly as a team

-Constant staring when the other isn’t looking

-Him adoring muggle technology, and his favourite movie of all time being The Lorax (because it seems like a Remus thing to like, and everybody needs a thneed)

-Taking up knitting 

-Stealing his jumpers

-Him loving how cute they look on you

-Each having your own chocolate stash 

Sirius

-Being Lily’s best friend, and James and Sirius pinning after you both for ages

-Both of you eventually giving in, and having no regrets 

-Somewhere around 100 billion inside jokes

-I think we all know how Sirius feels about PDA

-Prank wars like never before

-He gets jealous SUPER easily 

-Like if anyone breathes wrong around you? Boom, dead.

-Loving the grey in his eyes

-Only you can so much as lay a finger on his hair, it’s his pride and joy

-Smuggling fire whiskey into the common room

-A LOT of party throwing

-Blowing up the staff room on more than one occasion 

-Nose kisses 

-Sirius writing an autobiography he calls “Sirius the Great and Powerful” which you call “Tales of narcissism.” 

-Always having an arm slung around your shoulders

-The best hugs in the history of hugs

-Joining the Order together 

-Getting married before any of the other Marauders

Regulus

-Him playing with your hair a lot

-Dutch braids when he’s stressed 

-Entire braid crowns when he’s mad

-Can and will touch you with his freezing cold feet

-Being the only one allowed to call him “Reg”, “Reggie”, etc.

-Study dates

-Constantly meeting up in the astronomy tower

-Competitions to see who can throw rocks the farthest

-Baking a lot in the Hogwarts kitchens

-Regulus being reluctant at fist 

-Eventually knowing every house elf by name

-Being the catalysts for S.P.E.W

-Regulus often worrying you’d leave him for Sirius

-You reassuring him that Sirius was an ignorant twat, and you loved him and only him

-Rapping Statistics (if your’e a Timothée fan, you understand, if not, look it up) 

-Regulus not being super fond of PDA, but quite rough in private

-Loving doing D.A.D.A projects together 

-Always getting partnered for D.A.D.A

-Getting the highest marks 

-Him being surprisingly gentle when you aren’t feeling well, or have had a bad day 

A rather perfect description 

If I hadn’t already read Prince Caspian, this review would get me to read it immediately.

Snow—Loki

Pairing: Loki x reader

Trigger Warning: None

Fandom: Marvel

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Yes, part of a Secret Santa One Shot group I was apart of

Word Count: 1185

Summary: Snow has fallen in Asgard, and the God of Mischief takes advantage of it. 

*I’m not actually sure if it can snow in Asgard, buuuuuut. . .climate change maybe?*

(Also just pretend like Loki didn’t betray Thor (or at least not yet) please)

Snow was a rare thing in Asgard. Even rarer the days when both princes of Asgard and one of Asgard’s most formidable warriors, Lady Y/n, had an entire day off. So for both to fall on the same day was practically an all out miracle. Things had been quiet around Asgard lately, no pillaging, no wars, and apparently nothing to do. Until today.

Loki, Thor and Lady Y/n had been friends for a few millennia. Inseparable since they were children, and even closer as adults. An unbreakable bond. Meaning none of them were afraid to dump large amounts of snow down each others’ clothing. Meaning Loki had a plan.

Loki walked briskly through the halls of the palace towards Thor’s chambers, where Loki knew he would likely find his brother sulking about the Midguardian Jane once again.

He didn’t bother knocking, choosing instead to shove the door open, and barge inside. Thor was laying on an extravagant four poster bed, complete with velvet blankets that were strewn about the room, and several large pillows, one of which had Thor’s face mashed into it.

“Brother?” Loki said. No response came from the God. Loki huffed, rolling his eyes. He picked up a pillow that lay by his foot, chucking it at his brother’s head. The pillow met its mark, Thor letting out an indignant groan.

“What?” The God of thunder’s response was muffled by the pillow.

“You are aware of the weather conditions, yes?” Loki asked nonchalantly.

“Yes, and?” Came another muffled reply.

”And, I have a plan which involves you leaving your room, and use of the current advantage of climate.”

”Which would be. . .?”

A smirk tugged and the raven haired man’s lips. “Well you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

After some pushing and prodding, and a few death threats just to make things interesting, Loki was able to successfully push his brother out of bed and to the other side of the room. They were currently having a little difficulty with getting him through the doorframe, as it gave Thor something steady to grip onto. Thor’s fingers were latched unyieldingly to the marble doorframe. Loki gave up tugging at his feet, and decided perhaps it would be better to try detaching his brother’s fingers from the ever solid doorframe.

Loki dropped his brother’s legs, an “umph” sound coming from Thor. The younger brother began prying Thor’s large fingers away from the marble material, getting the last one off with a satisfying slip, like the sound of someone dragging their fingers across a mirror.

“Are you ready to cooperate now?”

”No.”

And so Loki took hold of Thor’s feet, slowly but surely pulling him through the halls. It earned a few peculiar looks from the odd passerby, but since the older prince seemed to be suffering from nothing but his own stubbornness, no one questioned it.

Thor’s head bumped into a few walls, earning wails of complaint.

Loki grunted. “You’ve nearly died innumerable times, but you can’t take a few head bumps?”

”No.”

As of late, “no” seemed to be Thor’s favourite word. Who knew some Midguardian with an aptitude for the science of storms would render a prince of Asgard’s state of mind to that of a whining toddler. Loki had had enough, deciding maybe he’d bump Thor’s head into a few more walls. . .

Eventually (by which I mean after nearly an entire hour) the pair were able to make it to the palace’s main training centre, that just so happened to be outdoors in the snow.

Lady Y/n was locked in an intense sparring match with Fandral. The two were pretty well matched, but as they were sparring without armour, Fandral’s unprotected stomach gave Lady Y/n the upper hand.

She ducked underneath the jab Fandral had aimed at her mid chest, leaped back up in a flash, and kneed the member of the Warriors Three in the stomach. Fandral fell backwards onto the ground, his blunted sword making a loud clattering sound as it hit the floor. Lady Y/n swiftly pinned his arms and legs to the earth with her body. Sword hilt clenched tightly in her fist, she pressed its dulled blade firmly into his neck.

Fandral sighed in mock defeat. “It would appear as if you’ve won again.”

“That it would.” She replied, rolling off her fellow warrior and helping him to his feet.

Her victory, however triumphant, was cut short by a mass of snow being dumped down the back of her shirt. Only two people would be brave enough to do something like that, but she had a sneaking suspicion that she knew who it was.

”LOKI!”

She swung her blade around, expecting to find the God of Mischief, but rather finding his brother in a heap on the ground. Thor looked up miserably. “He went that way.” He said dramatically, throwing his arm lazily towards a large clump of bushes.

The woman peered at the leafy bushes, easily spotting a pair of armour-like golden horns sticking up from behind the dense green mass.

She moaned irritably, still feeling the half melted snow dripping down her back. “He actually wore the horns?”

Thor nodded sadly from his place on the ground, wrapped is his cape and snow falling in his eyes. Lady Y/n frustratedly picked up a large ball of snow in her bare hands, and snuck over to the bushes.

Based on the position of his horns, she could guess he was currently facing away from her, so she went around the bush.

The God was laughing to himself, staring at the ground and biting his fist, so as to muffle the sound of his obvious laughter. You’d think he’d be a tad more observant. Apparently not.

Without Loki even realizing she was there, Lady Y/n hit Loki smack in the face with an enormous snow ball.

His eyes widened and shock, before narrowing to slits like a cat. “You didn’t just—“

”I did just.”

He scowled, gathering a fist full of snow himself. He launched it at her head, as she swiftly ducked, anticipating his next move.

The two began to chuck snow this way and that, occasionally accidentally hitting someone who happened to be walking by, but the pair was too busy trying to clobber the other one to care.

Loki had her pinned to the ground, snow in hand he was about to rub it into Y/n’s face, when his horns were yanked away from his head.

Snow was thrown into Loki’s head, the impact making an audible noise. The snow began to fall off Loki’s head onto Y/n’s face.

Loki and the warrior looked behind them. Thor was standing smugly above them. “And that dear brother, was for removing me from bed.”

Loki seemed unfazed by his brother’s words, merely looking at him aghast, a scowl forming its way into his face.

”HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! NOT THE HORNS!!”

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