The Witchling - Loki x Reader (ON A BREAK)

#1 - Out of the broom closet

As if being a witch in an already sceptical and hateful world wasn't enough, but being a witch in a world where there are people who hate diversity and are unaccepting is a problem. Most people make fun of you for choosing something other than typical religions we see nowadays - witchcraft. Add to that also believing in other gods. Sometimes life would be much easier if it were a fantasy. How easily did people accept the existence of gods like Thor and Loki in the Marvel movies? Makes you wonder why actual life can't be like that.

Now, being a witch doesn't mean having amazing Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings type of powers, oh no. If only that was the case. But, since you got stuck living in the real world it meant connecting to the energy of nature, your higher self and much much more. Now, to some people that might sound absurd or even boring, but to you it meant everything and so much more. It wasn't just a silly lifestyle, it was a way of life. True, sometimes, well most of the time it is pretty lonely, being a solitary witch and all. Yes, you had a loving and supportive family, but only because you decided to keep your craft secret from them and stay in a broom closet. Oh, and did I mention they were more religious and patriotic than Steve Rogers himself? Telling them was a no-go. At least until you figure out what you are gonna do with your life.

So there you were, laying on your bed in the middle of the night, surrounded by dozens of lighted candles - that did present a possible fire hazard, doing some tarot divination while the Avengers 1 movie playing in the background quietly. You didn't pay attention to it, it was just so you could have some small noise to concentrate. Once again, you asked the cards what are you doing with your life and once again you managed to pull out The Fool card.

"Great. You couldn't have been clearer?" you sighed slowly putting the card aside. "I mean I get that I need to interpret it myself, but I have no clue how! I feel stuck." You hopped off the bed and put out all the candles. Clearing everything off your bed, you slowly got inside, not bothering to turn off the tv and fell asleep.

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You had some dreaded feeling the whole day in school today. You were in your last year of high school and you were a good student, except for Maths, so the feeling wasn't because of it. Then why were you so anxious today all of the sudden? You had no reason to be so. Well, turns out you indeed had.

Getting home, immediately it was too quiet. Your mom was usually always cheerful and sang something while at home. Dad was at work most of the day. He is always coming home a few hours after you. Yet it was too quiet. You found your mom quietly sobbing on the couch in the living room. You were just about to ask her what was wrong when you heard some rustling of papers and then a crash as if a heavy book fell off the shelf coming from your room. You immediately took off to the room, only to stop in your tracks right at the entrance seeing your dad crouching on the floor, furiously throwing your books and notebooks, creating more mess.

"Dad? Why aren't you at home? And what are you doing with my stuff," then you saw it. Immediately cold sweat overcomes you. Your father was holding your grimoire in his one hand and your tarot cards in the other. "Shit" was the only thing on your mind currently.

Your dad was furious, "Your mother came into your room to bring the laundry when she found this, this diabolical book," he held up the grimoire in his hand, "you've been writing, hidden under the floorboard."

You thought you hid the grimoire under the floorboard as you always do, but turns out you forgot about it last night since you were too tired, and just left the floorboard half open.

"She nearly had a heart attack! I found everything else, all this satanic stuff you've been hoarding." he gestured to all my crystals, candles and other books and guides.

You just stood there, frozen in place. Too afraid to move and with no possible idea how to explain why have you been living a double life for the past years.

"Dad, I... I..." you tried to say something desperately.

"No! No excuses! You will collect all this junk in one box and throw it away," he got up and started leaving the room. "Then you'll stay in your room until your mother and I figure out how to get you back to the right path."

You stood there defeated. Everything you believed is going to get ruined. All the time you spent taking notes and collecting information is gone.

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It was raining when you finally collected everything into a medium-sized box. Your mom finally stopped crying and started praying to God to get me on the "right path".

You opened the front door and went into the back alley of your house, carrying the box with you. You were crying but thankfully the rain didn't let anyone see it. You never did like living like this, constantly hiding and in fear. Always trying to be someone you are not. And on top of that to trow out everything, you worked so hard at achieving. You put the box on the ground and took out your grimoire. Looking at it as if it'll tell you what to do. You just wanted to pause everything and run away from the situation. Disappear. You needed clarity. So, you started to run. Only you forgot you were the clumsiest person on Earth and managed to slip and fall because of all the rain, hitting your head in the process.

Everything went dark...

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A/N: I swear in the next chapter you are meeting the Avengers and the beloved god of mischief. I just needed to start somehow. This is also a bit different from all the stories. I'll try to include actual paganism and witchcraft in it. In the meantime take this meme as a friendly token of my appreciation for taking the time to read this mess

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Kind regards and blessings,

Sola