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"Well? Are you going to give me a proper directive, or do I have to keep standing here looking pretty?" Asgard is crumbling, dark green magic fractures the sky, and Thor’s "genius battle plan" is an absolute disaster. Loki is already three seconds away from rolling his eyes and slipping off into the shadows to handle things his own way. He defies all authority and takes orders from no one. That is, until y/n steps into his path. A story in which the God of Mischief is a stubborn mule to the entire Nine Realms, but hopelessly wrapped around y/n's finger—obeying every command after a required smirk and scoff.