All the way from Wonderland: Loki x Fem!reader

Chapter 26 - Execution

"Thank you all again for meeting me-" your words to the team who had met up were cut off by a rustling in a broom closet followed by giggling. The door knob formed a face which read as fearful and disgusted, looking up to yours with a pleading look.

"What's wrong with it?" Peter looks down concerned as you twist the doorknob and open it to let two figure fall out.

"Ow," Anna groans.

"Ow?? You fell on me!" Stephen scowls, looking to see the team. "Hi,"

"What are you two doing?" Nat smirks.

"Uh, arguing?" Anna jumps off and fixes her clothes. "Anyone up for some lunch?" She inquires, walking away quickly; Stephen left to be teased by Tony, Nat and Sam.

"Love is hate,"

"Hate is love," the tweedles chirp.

"Wow, that I wrote that way before the series and now I feel invincible," Anna looks to the reader then coughs before turning to the confused team.

"She's breaking the fourth wall," Chase hums, floating by with a smirk at the reader. "Looking purr-fect, sweetheart," he winks.

"He isn't wrong," Anna smiles to the reader. "Okay, but the point is, I'm hungry and I'm not willing to let the March Hare ruin more food, so if you'd please," she stomps her boot against he ground to create a portal which the Wonderlandians jump into without a care.

"I will never get used to this place," Thor laughs.

"Neither," Wanda takes Vision's hand.

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"This is sick,"

"Demented,"

"Cruel,"

"All three and more," you whisper, eyeing the croquet set up. Buffet tables, large bouquets, lace table clothes and coloured porcelain cups filled to the brim with tea. This was the execution- at least the food would be if March Hare made it.

Wonderland had traditions, those traditions held up and enforced often by the light kingdom. A tradition offered since the dawn of time was the manner in which a person would have their head cut off. Think of death being the new party act; a magic trick gone wrong.

Mother had always hated the way it was, ever since she was born. Why was a taken life made into evening entertainment? It was disrespectful, it was inhumane.

'Off with their head' was always just a saying your mother adopted to make fun of your father's insistence of killing every person who rubbed him the wrong way. Your mother was never the 'crazy queen', your father was: temper short and power almost never ending, the only other person to match him was her. She was calm and collected with decisions but always wanted to live life to the fullest- always wanted you to live it to the fullest.

Whether it was Belly-beast spotting in the swamps or painting the old castle wing, She was the life of wonderland, your father was the taker.

That's what they got wrong.

She wasn't crazy.

He was.

"Bring out the beast!" Your father cackles, your mother being dragged out by her chained collar. Shackles draped over the grimed clothing, skin bruised and lifeless in the sun beaming sun.

"Wench!"

"Clown!"

"Demon!" Cakes were thrown her way, frosting slipping off her face and syrup dribbling down her arm.