The Fall Before The Flame {Loki x OC}

The Fall Before The Flame {Loki x OC}

XMischievous_Rose

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MatureOngoing10h 50m

Last published Fri, Feb 13, 2026

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She was forged in shadow and silence, a secret the stars kept hidden far too long. Alruna of Asgard, goddess of secrets and magic, was once a whisper in the dark, a weapon in the wrong hands. Sent to Midgard to retrieve what never should have fallen, she carries more than blades and magic she carries the ghosts of a life stolen by cruelty. Loki Laufeyson knows the taste of chains and the burden of redemption. Bound, mistrusted, and exiled among those who call themselves heroes, he finds an unlikely reflection in the woman who steps out of the smoke and into the chaos. This is not the tale the history books will tell. This is the fire beneath the fall. A slow-burn enemies-to-lovers journey steeped in trauma, power, wit, and longing, one that bends the Marvel Cinematic Universe in new and unapologetically raw directions. ⚠️ Mature Content: This story contains themes of violence, emotional trauma, dark magic, and potential smut chapters. Reader discretion is advised. 📌 Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or elements from the Marvel Universe. All rights belong to Marvel and the legendary Stan Lee. This fanfiction is purely for creative exploration and entertainment.

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