I Don't Have Anyone To Tag, But To Those Who See This. Happy Sammich

I don't have anyone to tag, but to those who see this. Happy sammich

Reblong to give someone an ice cream sanditch.

Thor - eh, smash. Id do it for $5

Tony - pass, couldn't pay me enough (no offense Stark..)

Clint - also no offense, Pass, I'm sure Laura wouldn't be pleased with either of us.

Natasha - SMMAAASHHH

Steve - smash, but only out of spite. Id only do it so I could say I smacked America's ass

Bruce/hulk - Bruce: pass, hulk: pass. Both of y'all are giant marshmallows, of just prefer a movie night or something.

The honorable mentions:

Loki: SMMMMMMMAAAAAASSSSHHHHH

Bucky: smash, why not. I don't really have a reason for it

Sam: also smash.

I got 6/9, how about you guys?

SMASH OR PASS (Avengers Edition)

The rules are simple. Would you, or would you not? (be hawnest!) OG 6: Thor Odinson - PASS Tony Stark - SMASH Clint Barton - PASS Natasha Romanoff - SMASH Steve Rogers - SMASH!!!! Bruce Banner / Hulk - Bruce SMASH / Hulk PASS Honourable Others: Loki Laufeyson - SMASH Bucky Barnes - SMASH Sam Wilson - SMASH 7/9 for me. Tagging @simplyholl to get us started!!

Literal children took bullets and the country still ignored them. Because apparently school shootings are becoming "normalized." Nobody cares about them anymore and it fucking sucks. I wanna move out of this country.

SOMEONE HUG HIM RN

Marvel Studios Assembled: The Making of Loki

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 - 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗

summary: you make your first appearance to the Asgardian court after Odin approved your courtship with Loki. To celebrate, the royal family throws a celebration to celebrate your betrothal to Loki.

author's note: I haven't wrote for Loki in a hot minute and I miss writing for him and the prince and the warrior au universe. I'm also in the mood to write for him too, so here I am to deliver a fluffy Loki fic, I'm really happy at how this turned out, so I hope you all enjoy! :)

pairing: loki odinson x fem!warrior! reader

warning(s): brief nudity (no smut), mainly just pure fluff, reader having insecurities (only in the beginning), just two babies being in love & Loki being (slightly) touch-starved, let me know if I missed any!

tags: @navs-bhat @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @qalijahbydior @herdetectivetheorist @moonlight10001 @ignore-mp3 @jenniferpendragon

Once Odin had finally announced your courtship with Loki out to the Asgardian court, a feast was planned for you three months ahead to make your public appearance to the court. During those three months, you were required to take royal lessons, mainly focusing about royal etiquette and traditions. It made sense for you to take these lessons, although there were some lessons where you felt as if they were pointless (since those were things you already knew). However, it was anything but easy...

Throughout the duration of the three months you took royal lessons, four maidservants were assigned to you. Estelle, Luta, Katla and Æsa were your maidservants who would assist you from sunrise to sundown. Although you were used to doing everything yourself, such as dressing yourself and bathing yourself, your maidservants were now assisting you with those tasks. It took some time for you to get to know them and for them to know more about you...

You let out a sharp gasp as one of your maidservants tightened the laces of your corset, you gripped onto the footboard bench of your bed.

"Norns..." you gasped out, trying to breathe as your maidservants were tying your corset. "Are corsets required to be this tight? Am I required to be wearing these corsets underneath my dresses"

"Unfortunately yes, princess," Estelle answered you, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her hands now paused from lacing your corset up. "Do you wish to wear a different dress?"

You nodded desperately. "Please. And preferably one that doesn't require me to wear such a tight corset."

"Oh, but attire that's more comfortable wouldn't look right if you were in court," Luta explained. "Corsets are required for most dresses."

You groaned. "I can't even breathe when I wear those tight things. Is there possibly some clothing where it doesn't require me to wear something that'll crush my ribcage and yet it still looks presentable?"

That's when Katla and Æsa, your younger maidservants', faces lightened up at your response.

"If you'd like..." Æsa spoke as she turned to gaze at her seniors. "We can make your dresses for you. Dresses that will suit you to your preferences and will cater to your appearance at court."

"Oh, please don't trouble yourself," you begged, feeling guilty about complaining earlier. "I'll just wear whatever I have. Queen Frigga's dresses she gifted me are quite comfortable, so I shouldn't be complaining about this..."

Queen Frigga's dresses that she gifted you were the only pieces of attire you were comfortable wearing. Whereas, dresses that were given to you from the royal tailors required you to wear a tight corset in order for your body to fit into them. Your maidservants shook their heads in unison. "Princess," Estelle, your oldest maidservant spoke gently as she grabs both of your hands. "It's no trouble for us at all. Although we're still trying to get to know each other, I want you to know that we wish for your wishes to be fulfilled. And if your wish is to have attire that's comfortable for you, then we shall fulfill that for you. Luta, Katla, Æsa and I have the ability to make clothes."

"Are you certain?"

They all nodded in unison.

"It's absolutely no trouble for us at all," Katla assures you. "Your comfort should be our first priority. Also, dresses for us ladies are always designed so poorly, so please allow us to make your clothes for you."

After some time, going back and forth with your maidservants, you eventually warmed up to all four of them. Your maidservants that were once strangers to you three months ago became your closest friends, they were aware of your likes and dislikes, stood up for you (even when they didn't have to) if any royal court member spoke ill of you or your father. Estelle, Luta, Katla and Æsa were practically like sisters that you never had, your bond with your four maidservants was unbreakable. They were practically like sisters to you, sisters that you never had.

While you were trying to warm up to your maidservants at the same time, you also took dance lessons. You've never danced with anyone at a celebration before, and in preparations for it, you had to learn how to dance with Loki. You were inside of the ballroom, dancing with a kind, male Asgardian noble who volunteered to be your partner to teach you.

"Not again," you sighed as you took a step back from your dance partner. "My apologies, Sir Svart."

Svart, your dance partner, softly chuckled. You had stepped on his feet over three times during your first lesson with him and you were getting frustrated by your mistakes. "It's alright, Your Highness. You're still learning the basics, please do not be so hard on yourself. You'll get better over time, come, let's keep practicing."

Those three months of dance lessons did pay off in time, Svart spun you around gently, letting you collide against him as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Three months passed by quite fast," Svart recalled. "You've improved so much in a short span of time."

"It was thanks to you," you giggled. "You taught me for three months. Thank you for being patient with me."

"Do you think you'll be confident in your dancing skills with the prince?" he asked. "Do you feel more confident?"

"I think so," you answered him. "I believe that I can do it."

Svart smiled. "That's what I like to hear. I believe you can do it too, just remember everything I taught you and be confident when you dance with the prince."

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Later that night after your final lesson was the night of the celebration, after your lessons and becoming well-acquainted with your maidservants, you were escorted back to your chambers to get prepared for the feast. Estelle and Luta drew you a warm bath, you watched them nervously as they filled the lavish bathtub with warm water and rose petals while Katla and Æsa pulled out lavish dresses that were made for royalty from your wardrobe, laying them out as they searched for accessories to match.

Once the bath was ready, your maidservants undressed you and assisted you inside of the bathtub. They were attentive to you, washing your hair and body with the fragrant water with the utmost care.

"How are you feeling, princess?" Estelle asked you as her fingers were firmly massaging your scalp.

"A little nervous," you admitted, fiddling with your fingers. "It's my first public appearance to the Asgardian court after Prince Loki courted me."

"It's going to be alright," Luta assured you as she continued to wash your body. "We'll make sure you look lavish for the court, and we'll also make you look gorgeous for the prince at the same time."

You chuckled and nodded in response as Estelle and Luta finished up washing your hair and body. You stood up inside the bathtub, stepping out of the bathtub with Luta's help. Luta and Estelle began to pat your bare body and damp hair gently with soft towels as your two other maids, Katla and Æsa massaged your body with scented oils that bloomed with floral scents before they draped a silk emerald green robe over your bare body.

Your maidservants then led you to be seated on a settee in front of a large mirror. They were working endlessly to make sure you looked your absolute best for the court, but especially for Loki. Estelle and Luta were doing your hair while Katla and Æsa began putting light makeup on your face. With your tag team of maidservants to assist you for the celebration, they were definitely going to make sure you left a satisfactory impression to every single guest tonight at the celebration.

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About an hour passed, the ballroom was beginning to slowly flood in with guests and high ranking members of the court, dressed exquisitely in their exquisite outfits made for royal celebrations. Lively music from the musicians echoed within the ballroom as Loki watches the guests flood inside. He stood next to his mother, dressed in his uniform that the royal tailor customized for him for this event, an all black tunic and trousers with emerald green and neutral gold accents for his tunic with a black and emerald green cape to go with the outfit. His onyx curls were slicked back into a more polished style, something that would be suitable for a lavish event that was about his betrothal and courtship.

Loki could feel cold sweat running through his veins, he hasn't seen you in three months due to all the royal lessons you were taking. Were you struggling at all? Did anyone give you a hard time? Loki knows you long enough to know that you'll usually be fine in situations where you're put under a lot of pressure, especially when it comes to your training or anything related to warriorhood, but this was different. Would you be able to handle things that were outside of warriorhood and training? Many questions ran through his head until Frigga's voice grounded him back into reality.

"How are you feeling tonight?" Frigga asks him, noticing that Loki's hands were fidgeting.

Frigga placed her hand on top of Loki's, as a way to soothe whatever he was feeling and thinking. "I-I'm just afraid that no one will accept Y/N as a princess or accept our union. Many people disapproved of everything because of her father's background and-"

Frigga's eyes softened at Loki as she rubs her thumb over the back of his hand, her gentle gesture made Loki stop talking. "Don't fret, my son," she reassures him. "It's been three months since Y/N has been taking lessons and from what I've heard, she's improved so much in such a short span of time. I'm sure she'll do fine today."

Once all of the guests arrived and began to mingle together in the ballroom, you finally made your entrance at the main ballroom doors. Loki turned in the direction where you entered when the messenger announced your arrival, and his eyes widened. You adorned a floor length, off-shoulder emerald green dress with a square neckline, your skirt and the sleeves of your dress flowed with your movements. Your hair was up in an elegant braided bun, the braids were adorned with gold and pearl hair accessories and a few strands of your hair was left out to frame the sides of your face. He watched in awe as you kindly greeted the few guests who stopped by to greet you and gave their blessings to your betrothal. In just a span of three months, your demeanor changed from a courageous and clever woman to a graceful and poise woman, the epitome of what a princess should be.

While you continued to mingle with the guests, Loki excused himself from Frigga and sauntered over to you. The few guests that were conversing with you eventually parted ways from you when they noticed Loki's presence, excusing themselves and giving you and Loki some space.

"I-" Loki cleared his throat, his cheeks reddening slightly as he tries to find the right words. "You look lovely, Y/N..."

You chuckled lightly, realizing how his pale complexion turned bright red. "Silver tongue turned to lead, my prince?" You couldn't help but tease Loki at this moment. You both haven't seen each other in three months since your courtship and royal lessons began.

"I stand true by my words, my love!" Loki protested, his complexion turning a brighter shade of red. "I haven't seen you in three months, do you know how much I missed you?"

You softly smiled at Loki, wrapping your arms around your betrothed and pulling him into a warm hug. "I missed you too. I just wanted to poke a little fun at you, just like old times when you would do it to me."

Loki hugged you back in return, his lips curling up into a smile when he reminisces the memories you both shared over the years, specifically the ones where he poked fun at you. His hold on you was tight, a telltale sign that he was aching for your touch for the past three months.

"Shall we dance, my princess?" Loki offers, pulling away from the hug as he held his hand out for you.

"I'd love to," you answered him, placing your delicate hand into his.

Loki led you to the dance floor in the ballroom, where some guests were dancing with their partners. You placed your free hand onto Loki's shoulder while Loki's free hand wrapped around your waist, gently pulling you closer to his chest.

"Are you ready, my love?"

You nodded, your eyes looking into his loving gaze. "Yes."

The music playing was a slow waltz, a perfect start since the celebration was just beginning. Loki made the first steps, leading the dance as you followed suit, following his lead. You've never danced with anyone before, always blending in with the crowd in large celebrations that the royal family arranged since it was always your duty to protect the royal family and Loki during those events. And now, you are finally on the dance floor, finally taking part in the royal family's celebrations.

"What's on your mind, love?" Loki sought you out, taking notice at how you were in a dazed-like state.

"I feel so different," you replied, your voice slightly below a whisper. "I shouldn't be dancing or conversing with anyone of noble status. I should be on guard, making sure you and the royal family are safe during large celebrations like this."

"Well now, you're going to be a princess soon," he responded, his lips curling up into a sly smile. "Now you have your duties as a princess during these feasts, no need to be on guard duty."

"And that's going to take some time getting used to," you lightly sighed. "It feels out of character for me to even be on the dance floor with you and conversing with the members of the royal court and the nobles."

"In my humble opinion, little dove, you're doing wonderful already," Loki stated, his lips curling up into a smile as he lifts your body up from the ground for the last portion of the dance before putting you down.

And Loki's words were proven to be correct. Once the music ended, you and Loki bowed to the crowd after your first dance together and the guests applauded. Their applauds and rallies echoed within the ballroom, meaning that the guests were impressed with your first dance with Loki. A larger flood of guests emerged to congratulate you to your betrothal to Loki, to which you thanked them for their blessings once again. Loki stood by your side and watched how you interacted with the guests, conducting yourself with grace as they sparked conversations with you. Guests were also congratulating him with his betrothal to you as well, to which he simply responded with a nod and thanked them. But, the majority of the guests' attention were on you. He couldn't help but have a proud expression on his features, seeing how you became a courageous warrior to a graceful princess overnight (within a span of 3 months).

Those high-ranking members of the court and nobles who spoke ill of you were finally proven wrong when they saw how you conducted yourself during the celebration. It was safe to say that your first public appearance to the court was a success.