Loki: *slowly Remove Heart-shaped Sunglasses*

Loki: *slowly remove heart-shaped sunglasses*

Loki: i beg your fucking pardon

I have a kinda angsty request (again,ah man)

The idea:

The boys s/o tells them multipy times that,"they would give they own life for them."At first the boys would thought it's sweet for them saying this,and wouldn't be worried or overthinking it.But what if s/o of theirs actually ends up loosing one canon life bc they protecting them?

Could be loosing it by fighting someone,or just a single accident that goes out of hand.

((If it would be possible could you write it w/Techno,Awesamdude and Fundy?Thankyouthankyou-))

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Isn’t it sweet to tell a loved one that you would die for them? A sacrifice like no other, giving up your life for them. You have three anyways, what is the harm in losing one? It’s the best gift you could give, in your opinion. 

So, why is it that they look so sad? You were meant to take their place anyways, there’s no harm in this. The sword piercing your gut, the pain in your head, it’s nothing compared to the pain they could’ve gone through. But, you were there on time to take the hit. So, why isn’t anyone smiling? 

Giving your life for them, that is something you’d mention all the time. It became normal to tell that to him and you meant it every time. But, why didn’t anyone tell you that death would hurt this much? That it would be this cold, this dark or so empty. Your own existence falters, limbs weak and no longer able to hold you up. Your love, he comes running towards you, his eyes frantically looking over your figure. 

It is too late though, isn’t it? It feels as if you’re splitting apart and fear grips through your gut. This is how it should go, something you’ve been prepared for. So, why can’t you let go? He’s saying something, yet you can’t hear him. You smile shakily, lifting your hand to brush against his cheek. Your hand is pixelating, your soul dying and ready to respawn. Everything will be okay, because you’ll respawn back at home. With that thought in mind, you let go, sinking into the murky feeling. 

 Technoblade: 

Technoblade is absolutely furious. He doesn’t know whether to take out his anger on your killer or you. The voices are screaming at him, overlapping each other wildly. Blood for the blood god has never been more true, the red liquid spilling from anyone who harmed you 

He hurries home, knowing that you’ll be back there and recovering. He doesn’t wait for you to speak, pulling you into a tight hug. It’s almost bruising, Techno not wanting to let go 

He’ll scold you for giving up a canon life for him, his tone harsher than ever before. He doesn’t want you to ever do that or even think about doing that again 

Technoblade will make you promise him that, not talking to you unless you agree. He becomes much more protective over the following days, barely letting you outside or even interact with Philza. He’s too worried about losing you, especially since you acted so recklessly before 

He’s tempted to give you his only totem, until he realizes he would be handling the situation the same way you were moments ago. It is easy to see how your death affected him and the voices. They’re much softer, encouraging him to hold you longer, to treat you better. The sense of mortality has never been stronger, his love for you only increasing after that 

Fundy: 

He’s terrified. Fundy has lost so many people in his life, not just his father but his friends too. You’re one of the few people who has been by his side for so long, never leaving him. But, you just gave your life for him. The possibilities hit too hard and he’s overwhelmed 

He sprints back home, leaving the scene as fast as he can. He wants to cry or throw up yet he needs to find you first. You’re just waking up, still dizzy from the respawn when he tackles you 

Fundy cries into your shoulder for so long, barely able to get out words. His nails dig into your clothing, his grip tightening the longer he is left with his thoughts. He begs you to not do that again, explaining why when he catches his breath 

He forces you to stick by his side for the following weeks, worried that you’ll lose your other lives some way. He tries to avoid dangerous situations no matter what. If you mention needing to go mining or into an abandoned structure, he has to tag along. Fundy doesn’t want to become possessive or overbearing but his fear is too high 

Awesamdude:

He too, would be angry about your sacrifice. He will strike down anyone who opposes him, heading back to the house afterwards. You’re already waking up, the slam of the front door startling you

He doesn’t pull you into an embrace right away, instead towering over your frame. He crosses his arms glaring down at you and waiting for an excuse. He shoots down any suggestion that is nonchalant, forcing you to realize how stupid it was to give your life for him

Sam will be much nicer after you apologize and promise not to do it ago. He finally crumbles, dragging you into a hug. He expresses how worried he was, his figure sinking against yours 

He’ll request days off from the prison just so he can spend them with you. He is desperate to prove that you shouldn’t be giving your life up so easily, that you are worth so much to him and to everyone else. He brings around your friends to help drive the point. And, if that doesn’t work there are certainly other things he can think of to help 

hallo:] could you maybe write a story where the reader is in the nether and we see the lava and we get a "jump in it feeling" but before we think about it too much techno comes? sorry if it's too suggestive or anything! have a nice dayy

Aaaaa this idea is just  ✨✨ I love it sm

Also dont worry about it being too suggestive! I practically live for the s p i c e

It had been a while since you’ve traveled to the nether, it was never your strong suit. Technoblade however, visited that hell frequently, something you never understood. “I don’t get it, that place is downright awful! Why go there?” You questioned one morning, picking lazily at some turkey bacon your boyfriend had cooked. “I dunno. The stuff there is useful I guess, piglin trading and netherite and wither skulls an’ all that.” He said with a shrug, going on round three of scrambled eggs. “Would you like to go there with me today? Of course if you’re fine with it an’ all.” He added, looking up to you with hopeful eyes. You knew he hated it whenever he had to leave you for something important, so if he could take you with him, he’d prefer to. “I suppose” you said, perking up after thinking for a moment. “Perfect! Finish your food and we can get ready.” He said, washing his plate and climbing upstairs to go gear up. You followed soon after, climbing the ladder to your shared bedroom, where he was in nothing but some pajama pants that hung dangerously low on his hips. You must’ve turned bright red because he looked to you with a smirk. “Like whatch’a see?” “You wish” You retorted, too flustered to think of anything else to say. “oo-la-la, getting a little feisty today aren’t we?” he replied. God how you wish you could smack that shit-eating grin off his face, of course though, the only thing you did was roll your eyes and dress yourself in a simple t-shirt and jeans. While you were busy lacing up your combat boots, a sheepish “Hey.....a little help?” called you to you from the other side of the room. “What is it now?” You said in mock annoyance as you turned to him wresting with his corset. “What does it look like?” He said in not-mock-annoyance. “Wow..and I’m the feisty one” You snickered, working the laces of the corset between your nimble fingers. “Whatever...” He huffed. 

You elected to stay silent as you continued working on the corset. Your slender fingers occasionally brushed against the the soft, flowing white fabric of his shirt, sending tingles up his spine. Your soft breath on his neck didn’t help calm the growing red tint in his face, either. Finally you finished off the lacing with a tie and a small bow, leaving a feather light kiss on his neck before ghosting your way up to his ear, nibbling on the shell before pulling away. Now bright red, Techno felt his jaw lock in place as he gave you a small nod of appreciation before climbing downstairs and pulling out both your guys’ armor. “What’s the matter? Just a few minutes ago you were getting all up in arms about a corset, and now you can barely say thank you.” You teased. “Don’t test me.” Technoblade quickly shot back as he tossed you your gear, “If you’d prefer it, I can go back to whining.” He said, opening the door and walking to the portal. “Oh please no, you’re sooooo annoying when you do that.” You groused as the purple particles swept you away and to the hellish landscape you now find yourself in. As you two traversed through lakes of sizzling hot lava and reaping hot spires of basalt, you both found yourself standing before the nether fortress Techno usually visits. “geeze...how often do you visit this place? Just the biomes themselves are a disaster waiting to happen, but a fortress? How have you not gotten yourself killed?!” “Well if you’d prefer, we can turn around and go back home empty handed.” Techno said, somewhat peevishly. Most of the walk was like this, with sharp, but light hearted remarks each other’s way (all in good fun of course). And you weren’t about to go back all the way through this hellscape again for nothing. “Fine...I’ll stay...but I’m not going in there.” You declared, pointing to the massive fortress, the size and appearance alone was enough to unnerve anyone, it was even worse because of your fear of the nether. Sighing, Techno devised a plan, “Fine...you can stay, but since you’re a nerd you get to stay right here-” He said, making a mark in the rusted crimson ground. “-and whatever you do, don’t leave.” He ordered. You nodded, knowing fully well he meant what he said. “Okay, I’ll only be a minute, stay here and don’t get hurt.” He said, using his clawed, calloused hand to ruffle your hair with ease before descending on the fortress. Once he left, you began to fully take in your surroundings. Through the haziness of the heat, you could make out vast landscapes of netherrack, all stretching from the highest ceiling to the lowest banks, lakes of lava rising and falling against the rock like breathing. There were bluffs jutting out from steep cliffsides, caves of netherquarts stretching back into the heart of the nether like arteries, biomes of blue and red and gray seen barely in the distance, obscured by haze and the steam rolling off the lava in waves. Lava.... You thought as you gazed out to the lava lake before you. You were standing somewhat close to the edge a cliff, it’s edge was steep and the plummet had to have been at least 20 feet into straight lava. Despite all better judgement and against the will of your conscious, you began to walk over to the edge, curiosity pricking the edges of your thoughts. Lava....what would happen if I jumped in? It was a stupid question, you would die of course, and painfully at that-- but the thought in the back of your mind lingered. You didn’t mean to think any of this of course, it was all your unconscious thoughts, but it just looked so interesting, you couldn’t stop yourself. There’s only one way to find out....you should jump in...that’d be funny I think. The thoughts repeated over and over as you shuffled closer to the edge until the tips of your feet hung over. You were so lost in your thoughts you could barely hear the sounds of feet dragging against the netherrack and the calling of your name as you lifted your leg to walk over the edge, and- “Y/N!!” Techno blared out, his impossibly strong arms wrapped around your entire body easily as the man

dragged you into a smothering hug from behind, his cape and body towered over you at nearly 7+ feet. You felt the hot, nearly sizzling heat of his armor pressed against your back and the weight of his broad head on top of yours, beads of sweat rolling down his face. He held onto you as if he never would again, his iron grip on you was nearly suffocating as you snapped back to reality. “Techno...? Whats going on....? You never give hugs this good....or tight...” You choked out, your oxygen slowly dwindling. Shock wracked through Techno’s body as he let go of you in a flash, fury blazing in his blood red eyes. “What’s going on?! WHAT’S GOING ON?!? Y/N YOU NEARLY FUCKING DIED IS WHAT’S GOING ON!” He bellowed, fear now replacing itself with rage. “What is fucking wrong with you?! I leave for not even half an hour and you nearly walk into a lava lake! A LAVA LAKE?! What the fuck were you thinking?! And then you ask me what’s going on!? Why don’t you tell me?!” You mind completely blanked as you tried to process this, “I uhhh....” You trailed off, taking in your surroundings once again, Techno was right, you were standing dangerously close to the edge of a cliff, everything was slowly clicking into place as your mind made sense of the last few minutes. “I completely blanked out....I was standing where you told me to and my mind wandered off....it’s like when you’re standing on top of a building and that little voice in the back of your mind tells you to jump off...I didn’t even realize it until you pulled me away....” You explained, you hung your head in shame and embarrassment, thinking about how much you must’ve scared Techno. I could’ve died...what was I thinking? Before you could utter a slur of apologies, Techno gave a long, frustrated sigh before pulling you into another big hug, claws clinging to your armor as he pressed his face into the side of your neck, “You’re a real piece of work...y’know that...? You scared me senseless....don’t you ever do that again...” He grumbled, almost pleadingly as he fought back the tears in his eyes. Although he’ll never admit it, he does get very emotionally worked up over the thought of loosing you. “Techno...I’m so sorry....” You said, melting into the hug and clinging to his back as he lifted you up, opting to carry you the rest of the way home. “Let’s get you back to the cabin...” he said with a sigh, still shaky from the experience, but he regained his level headed and aloof demeanor. “I never liked it here anyways.” he added.

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Aaaa I’m very proud of this one :))) It’s a lot longer than intended but I really think I did good on this :D.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request: maybe smth where instead of that scene where he’s like “PHIL WHATD THEY DO TO YOU” instead of phil it’s reader? idk i live and breathe protective!techno

Summary: Technoblade is sent to be executed, you can’t lose him. Genre: angst (with a happy ending) Warnings: mentions of death, cursing Pronouns: they/them Note: THE TOTEM SCENE Y’ALL. This might be my first angst fic with a happy ending- Anyway, thanks for requesting and i hope you like it :]

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They were ransacking your home.

Books thrown to the ground, chests left open, shelves cleared; they were looking for the compass. The compass Techno had given you should you ever lose track of him and need him immediately.

“To help you find your way back to me.”

Quackity stood a few paces in front of you, axe drawn and face contorted with anger, “Just tell us where the fucking compass is, Y/N. It’s better that way.”

You scoffed, “No, you’ll have to find it yourself if you want it so bad.”

You watched as Fundy began throwing your extra materials onto the ground, emptying out all your chests. Fear coursed through your veins, fear for Techno’s safety.

“You really aren’t gonna tell us, huh?”

“Never,” you spat.

“Guys! Look what I found,” Tubbo moved to the center of your home, in his hand, the compass.

The Butcher Army swarmed around Tubbo, Alex taking it from his hand and stepping out the door, Fundy following him. Tubbo turned to you, frowning.

“Y/N, I’m putting you under house arrest, for refusing to comply with presidential orders.”

He nodded at Ranboo, who had been standing in the corner the entire time. Ranboo moved closer to you, an ankle monitor in his hand. You stared at Tubbo, jaw clenched as you sat down and allowed Ranboo to bind you to your home. The two of them left, Ranboo hesitating a bit and you thought maybe he was on your side. But he looked over at you, shaking his head and walked out the door.

You paced around you home, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as panic set in. Techno was a capable warrior, you’d seen him in battle before. Yet, this was four people against him.

You couldn’t lose him, not when you hadn’t told him how much you loved him.

The wait was excruciating. All you wanted was a sign that he was still alive.

“Techno, please be okay,” you muttered under your breath as you fiddled with the ends of your shirt.

As if hearing your pleas, you heard the rattle of chains outside and Quackity’s laughter to go along with it. Rushing outside, you stood on your balcony overlooking the center of New L’Manburg. You saw the giant cage waiting for Techno, the anvil held back by some rope.

It was a public execution. How heartless could they be?

And then you saw him. They were dragging him towards the stage. Techno was stripped of his armor, his weapons. You had never seen him look so weak and it shocked you to your core. Thick chains connected to metal cuffs wrapped around his wrists, and his head snapped up to look at you.

In that moment, you saw the fear, anger, and sadness in his eyes. You saw his gaze flicker down to the monitor around your ankle and he tugged away from Alex and Fundy.

“Y/N, WHAT’D THEY DO TO YOU?” Techno yelled, desperation evident in the way he continued to pull away from Alex and Fundy and towards you.

But you weren’t the one being sent to death. You shook your head, biting back tears as you looked over at the cage

They shoved Techno inside. Alex stood by Carl, and Tubbo took his stand at the podium. They announced his execution and your mouth went dry. You wanted to tear your eyes away, knowing you’ll have to watch his death, but you couldn't. Your knees grew shaky and the floor swayed underneath you.

Techno stood at the front of the cage, hands wrapped around the bars as he stared at you.

Alex pulled the lever.

You felt bile rise up your throat as everything seemed to move in slow motion. Then, Punz dropped down, throwing multiple potions against the ground. You leaned against the railing, watching as the Butcher Army fought against Punz. Amongst the chaos, you spotted a flash of green.

The anvil falls on Techno, he stumbles back. You watch in awe as it seems to go through him, his flesh splitting off his bones and you finally notice the Totem of Undying in his hand.

He’s not dead.

Techno jumps out the cage, ripping out of his chains and grabbing Carl. Armed with nothing more than a pickaxe, he gets on Carl and leaves, slowing down in front of your home. You were already at your doorstep.

“The monitor-”

Techno slams the pickaxe against your ankle monitor, breaking it off. You scramble onto Carl, wrapping your arms around his waist as you rest your forehead on his shoulder. Relief set into your muscles and you felt yourself go limp around Techno, your tears wetting his shirt.

“I thought I lost you.”

He stayed silent and you continued, “I couldn’t lose you, not before I tell you that I love you.”

Techno didn't respond, but he didn’t need to. You knew he felt the same from the way he brought his hand over yours, intertwining your fingers together.

Also for all my quackity simps , heres an idea for yall.

In his casino you the reader can be like those show girls kinda like jessica rabbit or like flapper girls. Like theres a small stage for you beside the bar. Etc and maybe for a fanfic someone hits on you and he noticed taking out his axe etc. Idk.

The God's Children : Loki x reader

|Angst w/ happy ending. Also Loki is ooc oof.

You never in a million years thought you would be in this situation but you were used to it by now. You were simply a witch with two young children raising them all alone by the country side away from the city. Long ago you used to be an avenger fighting along side them those past years but after having kids and the whole Thanos situation you simply decided to retire from it early on. You still practiced your skills but what mattered more was taking care of your children, even though it hurted knowing their father isn't in their life anymore. He died...one of the most awful but stupidest way you wished he wasn't such an idiot.....Sometimes the others will pay you a visit sometimes , giving you supplies or gifts to your kids.

But these past days it's been lonely and quite depressing, remembering the old times and being in love. It hurted so much , sometimes shedding tears as you did task. But lately you been noticing a man in beige looking at you from a distance with what looks like thor with them? You didn't question it with too many task on hand to do and having a mischievous kid .

You would teach you oldest child how to farm and look for wild grown plants. As your youngest was in a carrier wrapped around your back you would teach them magic. Or how to do simple task sometimes just playing with them happily.

One evening you were cleaning up after your oldest as he was playing earlier and fell asleep on the couch. There was a knocking on the door, startled and confused why you simply walked over to see Thor and.....Loki? You screamed in surprised and shut the door hyperventilating as your child woke up in panic to the scream. Unsure whether to open it or not , until eventually opening it slightly to thor trying to make 'loki' come back.

"Loki! Loki! She doesn't hate you, she's just startled come back!" Thor faces you once Loki steadily walks back. "Uh miss l/n I apologize to bother you and I know this not good time but this is Loki. The other one not...not the one we know of. "

Staring at him , he looked so young, he had his shirt hair when he was captured by shield. He wasn't broken by the years yet, as you stared at him quietly your oldest walk infront of you in a protective manner, with dagger in hand. Loki's dagger to be precise, you gently put his hand down. "It's okay. Sorry he's protective of me....you should come in. " Gently picking up the boy and setting him down at the couch. As the two males sat on the dinning room table.

"so....Loki...what brings you to me?"

He stared at me , signing " I wanted to know my relationship with you, old me I supposed?" You quietly stood there " well...you were my husband and those two are your kids, old you died and never got to see them...well one he didn't know of the other one. " Loki stood there in shock " my wife?! I got married? I died? How did this happen? What happened to me?"

Thor place his hand on his shoulder "Thanos killed you, you did everything in your power to save her, keep her hidden . And you did but in the cost of your own life. "

"it's okay" you softly spoke as Loki lashed out " no! It's not okay! Your a widow now, with two kids, a single mother and I had no clue! I just....I'm sorry...I'm sorry old me couldn't help you.. I know Im not him and I will never be him. But I want to help you. I don't want them to be fatherless. Please y/n"

You stood there unsure " yes, I know you'll never be the Loki I know of...and yes I'm not okay, but I'm willing to try again and take small steps with you."

"small steps, together...okay?"

"okay"