Loki Retelling: Tinkerbell, The True Story
The studio doors swing open, and in walks Tinkerbell. Oh, look who just graced us with her presence. Tinkerbell—and I use the term loosely. If you thought you knew her from the old fairy tales, forget it. This isn’t some tiny little sparkle of light who can fit into a teacup. No, no. This is a grown, immortal woman. Beautiful, radiant, and, dare I say, absolutely deadly—but don’t let those shining wings fool you.
Now, the fairy world has always tried to paint her as a cute little thing, fluttering around Peter Pan and sprinkling dust. They say she was sweet, innocent, all that nonsense. But if you think that’s the real Tinkerbell, you’re sorely mistaken, my friends. Let me rip apart the pretty little story they fed you.
You want to know who Tinkerbell really was? I’ll tell you. She wasn’t the helpless sidekick or the loyal friend. Oh no, darling. She was a spiteful, jealous little creature with a rage that could melt steel. And let me just clarify something—she was never the tiny thing they made her out to be. That’s just the kind of thing they tell you to keep you from realizing the truth.
Tinkerbell was a grown woman when she first set her sights on Peter Pan. And I’ll tell you something else: she was more than willing to go to any length to keep him for herself. Wendy Darling? She was nothing more than an obstacle in Tinkerbell’s way—an obstacle she was all too happy to remove. So what did she do? She tried to off Wendy. Yeah, you heard me. She wanted her gone. Vanished. Dead. All so she could have Peter’s attention all to herself. Now tell me, does that sound like a sweet little fairy to you?
Tinkerbell’s jealousy didn’t stop there. Oh no, she wasn’t content with just trying to get rid of Wendy. She wanted control. She needed to be the center of Peter’s world—and if that meant making everyone else around her miserable, so be it. She wasn’t just a fairy; she was a force, a tempest wrapped in wings.
And when things didn’t go her way? She didn’t flutter away in a cloud of innocence. Oh no. She went dark, making sure that whoever crossed her would regret it. She might have been small in stature, but she was massive in her ability to manipulate, twist, and control.
Tinkerbell isn’t here to play nice. She isn’t here to be someone’s sidekick or make the world believe she’s some innocent little sprite. She’s here because she wants to be here. And she deserves it. A goddess in her own right, far more powerful than any little fairy they told you about. And don’t let that glowing aura fool you—she’s no angel.
So what’s she doing here, in the Immortal Gazette? Well, let’s just say, she’s not the one you want to cross. In fact, she’s the one who will turn the world upside down just for the fun of it. Her wings may shimmer, but it’s not light you see when she’s around—it’s fire, honey. Tinkerbell might be beautiful, she might be radiant, but don’t mistake that for kindness.
The truth is—Tinkerbell's the mean girl. She’s the one who stands in the center of the room, drawing every eye, but she’s also the one who’ll cut you down if you don’t play by her rules.
And me? Well, I’m not exactly mad about her presence in this studio. Oh, sure, I’ll never admit it aloud, but—strange things happen here, don’t they?
So here she is, immortal, stunning, and as dangerous as any other being in this realm. Don’t let the wings fool you, darling. Tinkerbell is no childish fantasy. She’s the storm in a world of calm. And if you’re not careful, she’ll be the one to sweep you off your feet—and leave you wondering where the hell you went wrong.
Tinkerbell’s beauty and power linger in the room as she stares down Loki, her wings shimmering with an almost sinister glow, but Loki doesn’t flinch. They both know something is a little… off. But that’s what makes it fun, right?
Tinkerbell rolls her eyes as Loki finishes his dramatic retelling, the smug look on his face practically glowing with self-satisfaction. She steps forward, crossing her arms over her chest, her wings flickering like a storm on the horizon. There's a flare in her gaze that could melt the strongest of beings, but somehow, she holds herself back.
"Oh, how charming," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Loki, the ever-so-witty trickster who thinks he’s the star of every damn tale he spins." She steps closer, her eyes narrowing, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "You know, you sound just like someone who’s desperate for attention. But we already know that, don’t we?"
She paces, her boots clicking against the floor, each step sharp and deliberate. Her wings shimmer again, though this time the glow feels colder, like ice waiting to pierce the heart. “So, let me set the record straight. I didn’t want Peter. I didn’t need him. You think I tried to kill Wendy because I was jealous? Please.” She scoffs, her voice low, venomous. "I was doing what I had to do to protect myself. That little girl was nothing but a distraction. Peter was my business, and I was in charge of my own damn fate. That’s how this game works, Loki. You don’t play by the rules, the world throws you under the bus."
She stops in front of him, locking eyes with him. The tension between them is palpable. “And as for me being the mean girl?” She grins, revealing a hint of dangerous amusement. "Well, maybe I am. But you know what? I wear it well. Unlike some people who have to make up every excuse to get attention.” She shrugs, the flicker of anger fading as her lips twist into a wicked smile. "But we both know you wouldn't be half as interesting without me, wouldn't you? Let's face it, darling—I’m the reason people listen."
Tinkerbell takes a deep breath, a flicker of something else crossing her face. For just a second, something softer, something almost... dangerous in its own way. "And you know what, Loki?" She leans in a little closer, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "I don't like you. Not even a little bit. But there’s something about you, something about your games that I can’t quite ignore. It’s... complicated." She raises an eyebrow, holding his gaze for a moment longer than necessary.
Oh no, she thinks. Not this.
Her wings flutter, a little too fast, and she takes a small step back. "But that doesn’t mean I won’t call you out when you’re full of yourself. So keep your little stories about me to yourself, Loki, because I’m not some sweet little fairy who’ll sit back and take it. You think you’ve got the market cornered on chaos, but guess what, darling—I'm just as good at making a mess as you are."
She shoots him one last look, eyes flashing with a mixture of irritation and... something else.
Damn it.
"Now if you’ll excuse me," she says, her voice back to its usual sharp edge, "I have more important things to do than stand around here letting you pretend to be the star of the show."
Tinkerbell spins on her heel and marches around, her wings flickering behind her, takes one more glance at Loki, a glimmer of something far more dangerous than the playful trickster ever expected.
Oh, Loki is NOT happy right now! You've got it! Let’s dive into this fiery moment where Loki’s temper flares, and he rips into Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, tearing apart the old tale with all the venom he can muster. It’s time to show who’s in charge—and maybe let Tinkerbell know she just poked the wrong beast.
Loki’s smirk vanishes as Tinkerbell walks away, her wings fluttering with her self-assuredness. He stands frozen for a moment, every word she spat echoing in his mind, each jab at his ego and his position as the “star” of the show hitting him like a slap. The room around him seems to close in, the light flickering as his thoughts grow darker.
Peter Pan. That kid. That annoying, pathetic excuse of a being who plays with the lives of children like they were mere toys to toss around. The one who can’t even grow up, too scared to face time. Pathetic.
Loki’s fists clench. "So that’s what she admires, is it?" His voice drops to a low growl, and he paces around the room like a predator circling its prey. "Peter Pan, the so-called ‘boy who never grows up’? What a joke."
He spins around suddenly, eyes flashing with fire. "Do you know what that miserable little bastard did, Tink? He trapped those poor souls in his creepy little neverland, dragging them away from their families, tearing them from the lives they had. For what? So he could have a never-ending parade of lost boys to control and play with, to twist and bend to his will?"
Loki’s voice rises, the fury building, a storm brewing inside him. "And there you were, Tinkerbell, a part of it all, weren’t you? A little tool for that sick little child god to use. His pretty little pet, buzzing around, doing his bidding, keeping the whole damn illusion of innocence alive. But don’t think for a second that I didn’t see through it. You’re no angel."
His eyes narrow, sharp and cold. "You were his enabler. You were just as bad as he was. Mean girl—hilarious, you think you have some kind of edge now? You think that makes you tough? You think you can make me admire you, just because you’re all grown up and wearing a shiny new face? You and Peter Pan were nothing but pretenders, playing in a fantasy world with real consequences, while everyone else suffered in the background."
He steps closer to the desk, leaning over it, the runes on his skin glowing brighter with every word. "And I’ll be damned if I let you forget just how much damage that little fairy-tale did to the real world."
Loki’s laugh is dark and twisted, full of the kind of malicious amusement that only he could wield. "You want to play the ‘mean girl’ now, huh? Want to show the world how tough you are? That’s cute." He steps back, crossing his arms, looking Tinkerbell up and down with a mixture of distaste and amusement. "You may think you’ve grown up, but you’re still the same little jealous, spiteful thing who couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else getting attention in Peter’s twisted little kingdom."
Loki takes a breath, his voice now dangerously calm. "As for him, Peter Pan, that damn little monster—he thought he could cheat time by never growing up? He thought he could live forever in his little fantasy while the rest of us face reality?" Loki’s eyes flash with raw contempt. "I’ll tear that foolish little tale apart, every single line, until there's nothing left but ashes. There’s nothing redeeming about that story—nothing but manipulation, control, and corruption dressed up as innocence."
His gaze turns back to Tinkerbell, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And you—you just keep on making excuses for him, don’t you? Funny how you’ve suddenly become the voice of reason after all those years of letting him run roughshod over every soul he captured. You're nothing but a puppet dancing on strings, and you’ll never escape that reality. Not in my eyes."
He leans in closer, his breath cold against her ear. "So keep playing your little games, Tink. But don’t think for a second that I’ll be kind about it. The trickster never forgets. And when I finally rip apart your precious Neverland, you’ll be left standing in the ruins, wondering why you ever bothered."
Loki steps back with one final sneer, his eyes sparkling with a mix of cruel satisfaction and a touch of dark desire, a dangerous thing that Tinkerbell probably doesn’t even see coming. "Just remember: when you’re dealing with a real trickster, you’re the one who gets tricked."
With a snap of his fingers, Loki vanishes— he disappears in a swirl of smoke and shadows, his departure as sudden and dramatic as his entrance, leaving behind nothing but a lingering chill of mischief in the air and leaving Tinkerbell to stew in the aftermath of his wrath—and his cold, unsettling words. The studio even feels colder somehow, as if the very walls are holding their breath, waiting for the storm he stirred to pass.
Tinkerbell glares at the empty space where Loki stood, her chest rising and falling in quick, heated breaths. Her eyes dart to the team, still sitting frozen behind their screens.
"Cut the mic!" she snaps, voice sharp as a whip, the words laced with a venomous edge. "This story is done!"
Her eyes narrow with a fire that could rival even the trickster's, as she crosses her arms over her chest. "And for the record, I was never his type. So don’t even think about it," she mutters under her breath, though it’s clear she means every word.
Loki might have just thrown down the gauntlet in ways she never expected, but deep down—she’s got to admit it. There’s something about him that she can’t shake, even as she stands there, fuming with fury. This could get... interesting.
Her glare lingers, daring anyone to challenge her. But when no one moves, she huffs, flicks her hair over her shoulder, and walks out, leaving a silence so heavy you could almost taste it.
➡ The Takeaway
And there you have it, folks—the real story behind Tinkerbell. Forget the glitter and the wings; this is the immortal, grown-ass version, a far cry from the cute, innocent little fairy everyone thinks they know. This woman? She’s got sharp edges, a fiery temper, and a side to her that makes the most hardened trickster gods pause for a moment. She’s no longer just Peter Pan’s sidekick. She's got her own agenda—and it doesn’t involve playing nice.
But as we saw, crossing paths with Loki, the master of mischief, has a price. His venomous words about Peter Pan are the least of it. Tinkerbell might have thought she was standing strong, but even she can’t deny—there’s something about the Trickster’s way with words that stirs the soul. Whether she likes it or not, Loki knows exactly how to poke at the rawest parts of anyone. And as much as she wants to scoff at him, deep down, he might just be the one to leave her questioning everything.
So, what’s next for our sharp-witted fairy? Well, this little tale is far from over. Tinkerbell might be a "mean girl," but you can bet your immortal soul that the real story is only getting started.
And Loki? Well, he’s got his own game to play, and let’s just say, he’s always one step ahead—especially when it comes to a certain feisty fairy.
➡ The Bigger Takeaway
Well, well, well… is it just me or could it be?
Under all that banter, the jabs, and the bitter words, there seems to be something else at play here. A simmering undercurrent that neither Loki nor Tinkerbell might even realize. They’re too busy sparring, too focused on their respective games of power, ego, and pride. But let’s not be fooled. There seems to be a flicker—a spark—that both of them are trying to ignore.
Tinkerbell, the fiery, no-nonsense fairy, might act like she hates Loki’s guts. She might try to convince herself that she doesn’t give a damn about his sharp tongue or his devil-may-care smirk. But maybe beneath all that bravado, a part of her is intrigued. Drawn to the chaos he brings, like a moth to a flame.
And Loki? The trickster god who has never been tied down, never played by anyone's rules… he might just find himself tangled up in the web of Tinkerbell’s spite and beauty. Oh, he’d never admit it, of course. He’s far too clever to let that slip. But the glint in his eyes, the way his smile or shall we say smirk, lingered just a second too long… there seems to be something in the air, and it’s definitely not just magic.
This little war of words? Surface tension. The deeper currents might tell a different story—a story of two immortals, both proud, both powerful, and both stubborn as hell. But if this is a game of push and pull, who will be the one to crack first?
For now, they’re enemies, enemies with a history, enemies with their own secrets. But, oh, how the lines blur when attraction enters the mix. And in The World of 4EverMore, where immortals play by no rules but their own, who’s to say what will happen next?
One thing is for certain: This isn’t just a rivalry. It’s something much, much bigger. Well... OK, maybe, maybe not.
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