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Big Sky Country - ch. 1

Cowboy!Frankie x OFC

Hi!

I'm really excited to post the first chapter of my new fic after posting a little snippet of it almost a month ago! In it we meet a cowboy version of Frankie as he returns to New York to patch things up with his "maybe girlfriend", but he also makes a connection with another woman, who makes this lost cowboy feel welcome in her Brooklyn bar.

No age gap, OFC story, angsty as fuck in parts, some smut, and I'm putting poor Frankie through hell again (I love him, I swear...)

And a big shout out and thank you to @i-own-loki who made the beautiful banner!

Warnings can be found here - contains spoilers but please read if you know certain themes may be upsetting for you. This fic is dark in parts and I don't want to upset anyone.

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Prologue

The Greyhound bus rumbled away down the pin straight highway, heading west, towards the darkening mountain range. The sun slowly sank behind the highest peaks, soon their shadows would touch her feet. Looking back, east, towards a past she’d left on a whim, she sighed and let her eyes drift up to the indigo sky. Big sky country indeed. 

So alien to her eyes, so open to someone used to living their life surrounded by tall buildings, busy people, small trees in small parks. 

Here, the open prairie gave speed to the cold wind that hurtled down from the mountain range, whipping dirt from the road, tugging at her loose hair. She briefly closed her eyes against the particles of dust, inhaled deeply, tasting it on her tongue, dry grass in the air, a hint of snow from the mountains. No way back now, the bus too far away to stop. Only her duffel bag and a phone number, hoping he’d pick up and let her in. 

He pressed his thumb to the button with her name, the taxi behind him rolling away down the crowded street. The buzz from the intercom added another layer of noise to the assault on his ears. 

He dropped his hand. 

Waited.

Glanced down the street, letting the tall steel and glass buildings pull his gaze upwards, to the thin sliver of dirty gray sky visible above them. With a sigh he dropped his eyes down, towards the end of the long street, where the buildings seemed to merge into one solid wall. He knew he was looking west, could feel it in his bones, in the way his feet wanted to start walking towards it. Towards the tall mountain range behind his home. 

He pressed his thumb against the button with her name on it again, the buzzer grated his skin. He had a way back, nothing stopping him from hailing a cab, climbing back on the Greyhound and heading west again. 

But she was here. If he wanted to make this work, he needed to be here. 

Chapter One

A wall of warm air hit Frankie as he pulled open the door to the bar, chatter spilling out onto the street. His shoulders pulled up to his ears, the environment uncomfortable to him and he stopped just inside the door, scanning the room for something familiar apart from the smell of stale beer in the air. This bar was the first one he saw that looked like it would maybe serve someone like him, a Texas boy, fresh off the bus from Montana. He’s pretty sure he still has horse dung stuck to the bottom of his cowboy boots, his old army duffel bag slung over his shoulder. 

The door behind him opened again, cold air hitting the nape of his neck under the ball cap. 

“You growing roots, old man?” 

The line is followed by a man snorting and a hand on Frankie’s arm, pushing him to the side. He would snap, bite back with a threatening remark, or at the very least fix the man with his most intimidating soldier scowl. But he just took two steps to the side, his shoulders creeping closer to his ears as he tugged at his cap, the movement unintentional, a nervous habit. He knew he was out of place here, a stranger. 

The young man, a yellow backpack slung over his shoulder and long hair pulled into a bun, shoved his way past Frankie, catching the eye of the woman behind the bar. 

“Hey, dickwad! Behave yourself or I’ll have you barred,” she barked, her eyebrows furrowed as she jabbed her finger at the man and he raised his hands in a weak gesture of apology as he sauntered towards the bar. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he snarked, heading towards a loud crowd further in, walking away and ignoring the frown from the woman. She turned her attention to Frankie instead and looked him up and down, an appraising look, before meeting his eyes. 

“You coming or going, cowboy?” 

“Uuh..coming,” he managed to press out, picking up his feet and walking to the bar. He felt heat creep up his neck at being so easily pegged as a cowboy, an out of towner, swallowing down the urge to turn on his heel and bolt out the door. He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and the woman behind it gave him a smile, setting down a coaster with a flick of her wrist. 

“What can I get you? You look like you’ve traveled far.” 

“Just a beer, thanks,” he said and she gave him a softer smile, pity flashing across her face. 

“This is Brooklyn, cowboy, I’ve got twenty beers on tap and forty in bottles,” she said and he felt fatigue set in, can’t even order a normal fucking beer in this city. He sighed deeply, dropping his head between his shoulders. But the woman just chuckled in a low voice, tapping her hand on the bar just in front of him. 

“Don’t despair, I’m a good bartender, I know what you’ll like.” 

He picked up his head as she stepped away, grabbed a glass, and moved to a tap further down the bar. Shooting him a quick grin, she began to pull the pint, amber liquid filling the glass, topping off with a creamy white head. He watched her from under the bill of his cap, shouldn’t really appraise her, but he couldn't help it. The fitted jeans on her curves, and the faded bar uniform shirt tied at the waist instead of tucking it in, made his eyes drop down over her ass in a way a man trying to save his relationship with another woman should avoid. And she clocked him, checking her out when she turned towards him again, making him snap his eyes to his hands on the bar. Heat crept up his neck as he rubbed the small bullseye tattoo next to his thumb. 

“Amber ale from a local brewery three blocks from here,” she said and placed the pint on the mat in front of him. 

“Thanks,” he replied, watching the bubbles rise to the bottom of the head, “looks good.” 

“One of my favorites, I’ve always had a soft spot for amber ale,” she nodded, picking up a cloth and returning to the never ending duty of cleaning glasses. 

Frankie picked up the glass and took a long sip, humming as the ale slipped down his throat. 

“Damn,” he said, “that’s good, that’s really good.” 

“Told you,” the woman smiled at him and he gave her a quick smile in return before he took another sip. 

She watched him from the corner of her eye as she moved around the bar, clean glasses getting wiped and stacked. Clearly a newcomer to the city, she’d called him ‘cowboy’ and he hadn’t protested, the boots and the duffel bag giving him away, even before she saw his uneasy eyes roam around the bar and his nervous shuffle. She’s used to assessing anyone who stepped in through the door, the loud ones, the quiet ones, the ones who are only coming to make trouble. 

This man was one of the quiet ones, she doesn’t think he’s loud even when he’s in his own element, surrounded by friends. 

As he took another long drink from his pint, she turned and picked up glass, catching his eyes on her. She smiled warmly at him, wanting to make him feel welcome, at least in this bar. The city outside is usually brutal to newcomers, and this one seemed to carry more of a burden than most. 

“So you’re new to the city?” she asked him, moving back to his side of the bar, pushing long strands of ginger red hair back behind her ears before wiping another glass. 

“Yeah, came in on the bus a few hours ago,” he replied and she nodded. He doesn’t look like he flew into the city, he’s got the tired face of someone who's spent too many hours leaning against a window, watching the Midwest slip past. But underneath the tired eyes there’s a warmth, a softness in the way he gives her a small crooked smile that makes a dimple appear on his right cheek. 

“Spent two fucking days on it,” he sighed, rubbing a large hand over his face before he lifted his cap and swept his thick curls back. She was temporarily mesmerized by how they bounced back around his ears as he squashed the cap back down. 

“Two days? Where did you come from, Texas?” she asked, her eyes widening at the thought of spending two whole days on a bus, but he shook his head. 

“No, I think Texas is like three days, I came from Montana,” he took another long drag of his beer. 

“I’m guessing this isn’t a weekend trip then”, she quipped, putting down the cloth, all the glasses done, and leaned back on the counter behind her. There’s more work to be done but the stranger chuckled softly at her joke and it pulled her in, making her smile in return. 

“No, I’m here to stay with someone, my..ah-a friend, of sorts,” he said, “Gonna see if I can find some work around here, try a different type of life.” 

“What do you do?” she asked, “Maybe I know someone who knows someone, that’s usually how it works here.” 

“Back in Montana I work with horses, on a ranch,” he replied, rubbing his thumb over the condensation on the beer glass, “Before that, I was a mechanic, cars, helicopters, anything really, I can usually fix it.” 

“That’s a pretty handy skill,” she replied, sounding impressed and he gave a little shrug, as if the ability to fix helicopters was something inconsequential, “I’m sure you’ll find work, especially if you can fix old cars, lots of those around here.” 

She turned and grabbed a notepad from next to the till, “What’s your name and number? I’ll keep it on hand and ask around for you.” 

“Really?” He sounded surprised as he sat up a bit straighter, “Uh yeah, I’m Frankie, Frankie Morales.” 

“Nice to meet you, Frankie,” she smiled back at him and slid the notepad across the bar, “Write it down, and your number. I can’t promise anything, and I’m not recommending you to anyone, I’ll just let them know you’re looking for work.” 

“Yeah, sure, of course, but anything helps,” he replied, grabbing the pen and jotting down his information. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, as he passed the notepad back to her. 

“Aisling,” she replied, slipping it in next to the till again. 

“Do you own this place,” he asked, looking around the bar. When he looked back at her she was shaking her head. 

“No, not at all, I’m just the bartender,” she said, “Give me a minute, I’m just gonna serve these guys.”  She gave him a quick smile and headed down the bar to two men who had just sat down. 

Frankie watched her as she took their orders, smiling and laughing easily as she pulled a beer for one of them. The men, her age, are both hanging on to her every word as she makes a joke,  the blonde one clapping the other one on the shoulder with a loud howl. She winked at him and turned, reaching for a bottle on the top shelf to serve the other man. As she stood on her tiptoes, stretching to reach, her shirt rose up, a soft sliver of creamy skin exposed in the dim light of the bar. Frankie couldn’t help but stare at the glimpse black underwear peeking out above the edge of her jeans, a flash of lace, his mouth suddenly dry as his cock reacted. He dipped his head, but couldn't keep his eyes away, she swayed on her tiptoes, refusing to get the stepladder and her breasts pressed against the shirt as it rode up higher. Frankie had an image of her underneath him, all that soft flesh, warm and smooth under his rough palms, sweet smelling and whimpering.  

She managed to slide the bottle off the shelf and grab a glass. Frankie peeled his eyes away, looking down at the now empty pint in his hands, pressed his thumb into the tattoo, forcing his thoughts in another direction. At the end of the bar, Aisling rang up the customers’ order and wiped down the bar before coming back towards him. 

“Do you want another?” she asked, nodding towards the empty glass. Frankie considered it for a beat and then shook his head. He wanted a clear head when he went back to the apartment, he needed to say the right things to save the relationship with the woman who lived there. He already knew that not even in his head could he bring himself to call her ‘girlfriend’, he’s far from sure that’s what she is anymore, not with the way they left it. 

“No, I can’t,” he said, “It was good though, what do I owe you?” 

“Fourteen fifty,” Aisling replied and he tried not to cough at the price as he pulled his wallet from the back of his jeans. 

She took his bills and he left her a tip on the bar that she deposited in the tip jar with a smile. 

“Uhm…tell me,” Frankie said, absentmindedly tugging at his cap, “Do I really look that much like a cowboy?” 

Aisling’s smile softened as she heard his nervous question, “Well…yeah, the cowboy boots are kinda a give away,” she replied, “It doesn’t exactly look like it’s a fashion choice, and the whole jeans, suede jacket, belt buckle look…” She motioned over his body as Frankie’s eyes dropped down to his jeans and belt, hidden from view by the counter. 

“You’re good,” he said, a small chuckle escaping him, “You got all that just from when I came in?” 

“Tricks of the trade,” she replied, “I need to know who steps into the bar and read them quickly.” 

“So you assessed me as soon as I walked in? What else did you pick up on?” He was curious now and leaned forward on the counter as she laughed. 

“Well, I’m cheating because we’ve been talking for a bit now. But you do look ‘new in town’ and I’d say ex-army maybe?”

“I guess the duffel bag gave it away?” Frankie smiled, glancing down at the old bag at his feet. 

“No, they’re ten dollars at the army surplus stores,” Aisling replied, shaking her head, “But you sat down with your back against a corner, and I bet you can tell me exactly where the exits are and how many people are in here and which ones could give you trouble.” 

Frankie raised his eyebrows in surprise at her and she shrugged. 

“You’ve been scanning the room since you walked in.” 

“Yeah, you’re not wrong,” he replied, letting his eyes roam across the room again, it’s instinct at this point, inherited from years in the army, “I quit the army years ago but it’s a habit I can’t seem to drop.” 

“What did you do? Mechanic?” Aisling asked and Frankie shook his head. 

“Helicopter pilot, which means I had to be able to fix anything, but mainly I flew things, anything really.” 

Aisling gave him a closer second look and the pieces fell into place, his quiet demeanor, the way he held himself, not exactly folded in on himself, but as if he was  trying to stay unseen and not be noticed unless he wanted to be. A strong, solid body gone slightly soft with age, betrayed by the gray in his beard and hair, small white scars across his knuckles, evidence of old injuries.

“What?” he asked as he noticed her eyes scanning him. 

“Just building the picture,” she said, a small crooked smile, “You know us bartenders, always trying to figure out the story of our patrons.” 

“Not much of a story,” he said, tugging at his cap and hiding his eyes, “just new in town, looking for work.” 

“Everyone has a story, Frankie Morales.” 

He shrugged at that and fumbled for his phone as it began to ring. Aisling gave him a quick smile and stepped away to let him answer in private. 

Frankie’s jaw ticked as he saw the name on the screen, Eva. He’s been expecting her to call since he left her front door. Their front door, maybe. The truth is, he doesn’t know where they stand anymore. They’d met in Florida, after a doomed mission to South America that left so much pain inside him, and a rift between old friends. She’d been a calming presence, someone who seemed to have his back when his mind spiraled out of control. But she hadn’t been enough, being in Florida became oppressive, and it wasn’t just the humid heat. The old haunts from the days he’d spent trying to numb his brain with white powder, bars and venues filled with memories of the friends he’d lost, both those who’d died and those who still lived, it all became claustrophobic. 

When Herb, his sponsor at the NA, first invited him to the ranch in Montana he’d scoffed at the idea. He was a pilot, not a ranch hand. But after a close call, nearly falling back into the habit, he’d taken him up on the offer and gone out there for two weeks. Herb had convinced him by talking about the clear, cool air making it easy to breathe, the open sky making the mind feel less claustrophobic. And he’d been right. The first evening they’d sat on the porch, the mountains at their back, the open prairie in front, and Frankie had looked up at the endless sky and it was almost as if he was back in a cockpit, flying close to the stars. Nothing encroached on his mind, no buzz in his ears, nothing tugged at his memories, just the open sky and an endless horizon. 

The two weeks of hard ranch work, aching muscles, blistered hands, sealed the deal. If he wanted to truly start over, he needed to leave Florida and come here. 

Eva had been enthusiastic at first, pulled in by Frankie’s talk of the horses, a new foal that had just been born, the small cabin they’d live in. He’d shared the pictures he’d taken, all rustic beams, sturdy wood furniture and a hammock on the porch. It looked like a romantic western dream and that’s what they both really thought it would be. And for the first few months they were happy. 

But when Frankie found peace and calm in the solitude of the isolated ranch, felt free and unrestricted, she began to feel claustrophobic and suffocated. The nearest town, a forty-five minute drive away, didn’t offer much of anything. She found work online and began to resent the life he’d trapped her in. That was the word she’d used, trapped. When the fights became a daily occurrence, Frankie felt the familiar itch of wanting to escape come back. Starting, as always, in his feet and crawling up his body until he spent more time out on the ranch than in the cabin. And for every hour he stayed away, Eva resented their life more, resented him more. 

Until eventually, one late evening when he came back after five days on the trails with a group of guests from a neighboring ranch, she’d left. Only a note saying she’d accepted a position in New York with the company she worked for. A line about needing a different type of life, no invitation to come with her, to follow her, just signed /E and that was it. 

He’d called her, spent hours on the phone when she eventually picked up, begged her to come back. Offered to move to a ranch closer to a bigger town, find a compromise where he could still have the peace of the ranch life, but let her live her life too. But she loved New York, after the silent cabin, she craved the noise and the tempo of the city. 

Eventually he agreed to come to New York, to see her new life and maybe find a place in it. But the city was an assault on his senses after so long on the ranch. The peace that his spiraling mind had finally found evaporated as he navigated the city, the metro, her friends, the bars. His feet itched, the skin around his nails was picked raw and he felt on edge, even in the apartment, his mind never getting a chance to be quiet. 

Eva called it his need for control, to always have a plan of escape, a way out. He knew it was the years in the army that had shredded his sense of safety, left his nerves ragged and too exposed to the mundane background noise of a city. Maybe he’d be able to deal with it some day, but now, he needed the silence. 

After two months in Brooklyn, he left. A loose promise from both of them to maybe try to patch things up, to try the long distance thing. But when he sent a text, saying he’d returned safely to the ranch, and she didn’t reply for two days, he knew it was over. And he didn’t miss her. He had loved her at some point, he thinks. But their lives didn’t match, their needs too different. And he saw that he should maybe not be with anyone while he laid down the foundations of a new life in a new place. He needed to find a way to live with himself, in silence, before he considered sharing his darkest sides with someone else. 

And then Eva called. Six weeks after he’d left Brooklyn. He could hear the heavy traffic behind her as she walked down a street somewhere, leaving a clinic that had confirmed what she’d suspected. 

“I’m pregnant, Frankie, and it’s yours.” 

The words floored him, sent a sharp jolt of dread through his system, his feet tingling, then his scalp. A baby. In New York. But his baby, their child. And the dread was replaced by nerves, how would they do this? Would she want to raise the baby in New York or come back to Montana? He had space for a child here, a guest bedroom with a view of the mountains. It would be a perfect nursery, he could paint it, build a crib with Herb’s help, the nearby town was a good place to raise a family when the child was old enough to begin school. Without even stopping to think, he built a new life around the unborn child. 

Or hell, even New York, he’d make himself put up with New York if that was what she wanted. The apartment only had one bedroom but maybe they could move further out, get a bigger place. He could renovate pretty much anything, he was sure of it. Maybe they could find a quiet neighborhood with trees, where his mind could find peace even in the city. Without even stopping, he built another new life around his, their, unborn child. 

“I don’t know if I’m keeping it, but I wanted to tell you.” 

Eva’s voice had been hard, letting him know that she was doing him a favor by telling him, letting him be part of it. 

“I’ll come to New York, I’ll get a bus today,” Frankie pleaded, “Let’s talk this through, a few more days won’t make a difference.” 

She’d conceded, and he’d thrown stuff into the old duffel bag, left a message with Herb, and driven to the crossroads where the Greyhound stopped. 

Now he was here, in a Brooklyn bar, looking down at her name on his phone as he pressed the green button to answer. 

Chapter 2

A/N: And we're off! I'm so nervous, I really hope you all will love this and follow along as I explore this new version of Frankie! I hope to post a new chapter every Sunday so fingers crossed life doesn't get in the way too much!

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Art and Ice - Nicknames

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: Bucky and MC meet officially for the first time!

This might a 2 or 3 parter (it's gonna be more because cannot help myself). College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that trope and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing I think, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Derogatory use of the word puck bunny. Bucky is a playboy. Mention of drugs (No use, just a couple comments). Fighting, and mentions of attempted drugging at a party.

Word Court: 2957

Likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!

Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, without my express permission, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

“I can’t do this,” You groaned looking down at the few sketches you’ve managed to produce since you refused to step foot back into the hockey arena again. You could feel the pit you were falling into already growing, and it was all because of a certain fluffy haired, sea-blue eyed hockey player.  

“You can do this and you will do this darling,” Loki drawled out as he spoke with a hint of annoyance. He was laying down with his leg dangled off the side of the fountain in the student commons, an open area full of windows and natural light. His other leg was propped up and bent at the knee which you were using as a back rest. You side eyed him begrudgingly. 

“This is awful,” you leaned your head back against his knee. 

“Well don’t look now, but awful just entered the commons,” you followed Loki’s gaze and noticed Barnes and a couple of the other players entering the area. A couple girls were making their way over to them as they placed their bags down and sat at a bar table. Barnes' eyes swept the commons and caught your gaze, he stopped and squinted and you looked down instantly. 

He nudged Wilson with his elbow, who made an annoyed noise, “what Bucky?” Bucky tipped his chin in your direction, Wilson’s eyes followed and he stared for a couple seconds. “Wait, is that the girl from the rink?” Bucky nodded, thinking the same thing. He couldn’t get your eyes out of his head, they were so expressive from the few glimpses he had of them. “She’s hanging out with Odinson’s brother,” the younger Odinson was usually present at the parties his brother threw but rarely participated in anything. Usually hiding away in a corner or in his room reading.

“I think so,” Bucky stood and threw his bag over his shoulder. 

“Where are you going?” Wilson hissed. 

“To say hello,” Bucky gave him his dazzling smile. 

Loki noticed Barnes coming toward you two before you did, your head was down as you focused on the drawing you were working on, “trouble is heading our direction,” Loki said lowly, you looked up without lifting your head and saw Barnes striding in your direction. You swallowed thickly and kept your head down, he might just be walking in this direction for another reason. He couldn’t pick you out in a crowd, impossible, he only saw you twice. 

“Excuse me,” your dreams were dashed as you saw the toes of his shoes and his frame created a shadow over your sketchbook. “I couldn’t help but notice you were at the rink a week ago,” he said, “and I know every pretty girl that hangs out there, can’t say I know you,” he said with an air of arrogance. You scoffed at him, side eyeing Loki who had his book covering his mouth, but you could feel the slight tremble from his contained amusement. 

“I think you’re mistaken,” you said in a hushed tone. 

“I don’t think so, you have the same hair and,” his hand snatched the sketch book from you. “Sketch book,” you jumped startled at the sudden invasion of privacy. 

“Hey give that back,” you snapped harshly. Reaching to take the book back, he kept it from your reach easily. You stood now and pushed his outstretched hand out of the way to grab the book from his other hand. Your chest pressed up against his as you reached desperately for the sketchbook. “I said give it back.”

“Ah baby, don’t be like that,” your nose scrunched up and you narrowed your eyes at him, he had a playful expression on his face and his eyes were gleaming with mischief as he gazed down at you. 

“I’m not your baby,” you said sternly. “And give me my sketchbook back please, now.” You seethed. His eyes flicked to you for a moment before flicking to the open drawing. 

“You know that certainly looks like me, I know I have admirers. But no one has ever drawn me,” he mused as he continued to keep the book from your grasp. You looked at Loki who was already sitting up and standing. 

“Give it back to her Barnes,” Loki's tone was tense, and stern. “She asked you nicely.” 

Barnes' eyes snapped from the book to Loki in an instant and he turned to fully face Loki. They stood at the same height, but Barnes was stockier. “What are you gonna do about it Odinson,” Barnes taunted. 

“Don’t be a child. You wouldn’t want to cause a scene,” Loki said in a tone with underlying intent. “You don’t need the coach to hear about another incident,” Loki said knowingly. You watched the tense exchange between the two men with wide eyes, the tension palpable. A few more tense seconds and Barnes relented, lifting his hands up in mock surrender. 

“Whatever prick,” Barnes spat at Loki. “You ever want to have some real fun, you know where to find me sugar” he winked  and handed the sketch book to Loki and looked at you once more, his eyes roving over your body. Your eyes widened at his choice of words, taken slightly back by how hostile he became when Loki intervened. 

Loki handed you back your sketchbook before putting a hand on your back and leading you the opposite direction of Barnes, you looked over your shoulder quickly before picking up the pace to match Loki. 

Once sufficiently far away from the commons you stopped and looked up at Loki. 

“What was that?” You asked. You know Loki knew Bucky, hell you’d seen him at Thor’s parties before. Usually you would be in Loki's room with him when you attended them, disliking them as much as he did. 

“Barnes being Barnes,” Loki said with a slightly annoyed tone. “He’s got a rap sheet. One more complaint or misbehavior and he’s benched for the rest of the season,” Loki stated. “That doesn’t look great for an NHL prospect.” You nodded as you listened to him speak. 

“Thank you,” you said softly as you hugged your sketch pad to your chest. 

“It’s no problem darling,” he said back sweetly. “Now, you need to get back to the rink and get your project together.” You huffed and groaned. 

“You had to ruin it,” you whined and threw your head back. “I’ll go with Nat to the next practice,” you relented and stared up at Loki. 

Loki smiled and patted the top of your head “perfect darling.” You glared at him for a moment before shaking your head.

~The next day~

You sighed as Nat dragged you to the rink, making sure you had the appropriate clothing on this time so you couldn’t duck out randomly. 

“This is the worst,” you groaned as you sunk into the hard plastic seats and covered your face with your hands. 

“Stop whining, it’s fine,” Nat sat next to you and smiled at Clint who skated up to the glass. He waved at her and you before skating backwards, showing off. Nat was like a giggly school girl as she watched him. You rolled your eyes and smirked at her. 

You propped your sketch pad on the arm of the seat and hunched over to draw. Your eyes trained on the skates as the players drifted by. The movement of the blades over the ice was incredible. You had stayed up and researched how the skating part actually worked, “Nat? Did you know the reason they glide like that?” You said absently as you focused on the sketch you're doing. She hummed in acknowledgment, “the blade of skate melts a very thin layer of the surface ice and they glide on the water from the melt,” you muttered. 

“Interesting, no I didn’t,” Nat said back as she watched her man snipe a puck into the net. You were watching as well, sketching the stick as he flicked it effortlessly and the puck soaring through the air. Silence fell over you two once again as you focused on the paper before you. 

That silence was quickly ruined by someone slamming into the boards in front of you and you yelped in surprise. You squinted at the body in front of you and then glared at him. Barnes. He was saying something but you couldn’t quite hear him, pointing to your ear and then shrugging to indicate you couldn’t hear him. He made some obscene gestures before skating away. You rolled your eyes and went back to drawing once again. 

Then someone else banged on the glass making it shake. You looked up and glared, but this time it wasn’t Barnes, his teammate, “Wilson,” Nat said as you stared at him. 

Wilson was pointing toward the center of the rink where Barnes was skating effortlessly, moving beautifully on the ice. He moved the puck back and forth quickly causing the defenceman to stumble and he scored on the net. He lifted his hand up in the air and spun on one foot. He pointed his gloved hands at you, you rolled your eyes in response. 

As much as you hated to admit it, Barnes' movement was too captivating to not want to draw. “He might be a prick, but damn he can skate,” Nat voiced your thoughts. 

“He’s handsome too,” you regretted the words the second they spilled out. Nat turned her head and raised her brow at you, a sly smile on her lips. “No, I don’t mean I think he’s handsome. He’s just you know, got that natural handsomeness to him,” you stammered. “Oh god, I’m making it worse,” you buried your face in your hands. Nat laughed a deep bellied laugh while patting your shoulder. 

“No, you’re right. He’s handsome. And he knows it. That makes it worse,” Nat said, her tone a little sour. You nodded in agreement, he then flew past you two, you both rolled your eyes. 

Practice ended and you followed Nat to the wait for Clint. She asked you to join them for pizza after practice. Standing in a hallway that leads to the locker room you were showing her what you drew that night. 

“Ah, my number one admirer,” his voice rang out, you wanted the floor to swallow you whole. “Did you get my good side,” he asked. You rolled your eyes at him for what felt like the millionth time tonight. 

“You only have good sides,” a whiny voice said and you cringed. Nat mirroring your expression but being much more subtle you’re sure. 

“Hey babe,” Clint said as he wrapped his arm around Nat and kissed her temple. “Barnes,” he tipped his head toward his teammate. 

“Barton,” Barnes said back, “you gonna introduce me to your friend?” 

“Uh, she’s Nat's friend,” Clint said. 

You shook your head and dismissed Clint with a smile. 

“My name is…” 

“I like Bunny,” Barnes cut you off suddenly. “I don’t do names for pretty ladies,” he stated. The girl hanging off his arm made a disgruntled noise and looked taken back by his open flirtation while she was right there. You felt a little bad for her.

“Nuh uh, I’m not one of those puck bunnies,” your eyes flicked to the girl hanging off his arm apologetically. 

“Never said you were Sketch,” you scrunch your nose at the nickname. 

“Original,” you sassed. 

“I’ll figure one out,” he affirmed, you crossed your arms over your chest and shook your head. 

“God you’re insufferable,” you muttered, glowering at him.

“Is he always like that?” You asked as you sat down across from Nat and Clint in the booth at the pizza place. It was a local spot, well loved by the students that populated the town.

“Barnes?” Clint as he took a bite of his pizza, you nodded. 

“Yeah, he’s all talk. He’s practically harmless,” you raised an eyebrow at Clint. “Off the ice, he’s hell on it.” You nodded. “So what’s the project you’re working on?” He asked. 

“Movement, human movement. My art prof has a vendetta against me so I’m trying to go outside the box. Pietro offered to let me do the project on him at the track. But Prof. Grace would just say I made the safe choice,” I groaned. “And football season is over so I couldn’t do it on Thor.” Clint was familiar with Peitro and Wanda since they hung around Nat, same as Thor since the sports teams tended to run in the same circles outside games. 

“Right, your roommates,” he nodded. You lived with Wanda and Pietro since the start of university, being you were good friends with them. You had met Nat your first year and subsequently met Clint when they started dated that same year. “You’re friends with Thor's brother aren’t you?” You nodded and smiled. 

“Yeah, best friends since middle school,” you nodded. “So by extension I’ve known Thor and Hela since then as well,” you added afterwards. 

“Why did you pick hockey?” You shrugged. 

“Nat suggested I come and watch a practice. You guys move so fluidly on the ice it was easy to draw,” you answered simply, eating another piece of pizza. “And frustratingly Barnes is incredibly talented and moves beautifully, I might have to ask him if I can make him my focus,” you groaned and rubbed your temples. “But he’s insufferable.” 

Clint let out a loud laugh at that and nodded, “he can be. He’s honestly not that bad once you can get past the jock personality.” You rolled your eyes. 

“That’s like saying cocaine isn’t bad once you get past the cocaine,” you laughed. “I’m pretty sure the jock personality is just him.” 

“Eh, he’s cocky, but he’s earned it. He’s pretty damn good,” Clint said. 

The rest of the evening passed quickly as conversation drifted from the brunette that had been clouding your thoughts. 

“Thanks for the lift,” you waved as Clint and Nat drove away. You quickly climbed the steps to your flat and entered. 

“Wanda, Pietro?” You called as you dropped your keys in the bowl at the entrance. 

“Living room princessa,” Pietro called sweetly. 

“What’s you guys watching?” You asked as you walked into the living, stripping your jacket off. 

“Silent hill,” Wanda answered. 

“The one with Kit Harington?” She nodded, you smiled and joined them on the couch. 

“How was practice?” Wanda asked softly. 

“It was good, I’m going to ask Barnes if I make him the focus. And I think a bullet in the thigh would be easier to deal with than him,” you sighed leaning your head back against the couch. “I was considering asking Loki to come with me when I asked him. But I don’t think that’s a good idea anymore,” you muttered. 

“Why's that?” Pietro asked. 

“They seem to have some kinda beef,” you shrugged. “He wouldn’t get into it,” you said. “Bucky’s a player, Loki isn’t a fan of that. And he’s been around him at parties. He’s apparently one incident away from being benched for the season.” Pietro seemed to nod knowingly. 

“I’m not surprised, he’s a bit hot headed. Gotten into a few fights with people. Usually with good intentions though. Seen him knock a dude out flat on his ass for trying to drug a girl at a party. He also tends to back-talk instructors,” Pietro said. “He doesn’t seem like a bad dude. A little cocky and a bit of a flirt. Seems harmless enough.” You nodded at Pietro’s explanation and watched the rest of the movie with them in silence.

You texted Loki to ask why he didn’t like Bucky. Curiosity getting the better of you. His answer came back in a couple short paragraphs. 

He seems like trouble. 

Like he can’t be stable for one week. 

He looks down on the arts pretty openly as well. Well at least English. 

And he was rude to Helena as well a couple times. 

You nodded as you read the series of texts. Loki was pretty traditional and he was never a fan of bouncing from one girl to another. Bucky was very open about doing that. 

He also gets pretty obnoxious at parties. 

He’s had a few scandals as well. Skipping out on one girl to be with another. Bit of a womanizer. 

Why? 

You quickly typed back you were curious because he was mostly likely going to be the focus for your project. 

I figured he would. Guys a prick but he’s good at what he does. 

Everyone said that. From what you’ve seen he was pretty good at hockey, not that you could judge that very well. But there was more to life than a sport. You typed a quick thanks back and wished Loki a goodnight. 

Wanda and Pietro both went to bed and you stayed curled up on the couch. You decided to do some research yourself. Typing Bucky’s name into the search engine, his stats came up, and few hockey related awards he’s won. Some articles about how good of a prospect he was. His draft position whatever that meant. Him and Steve were drafted together from what you could tell. 

Then you saw a Reddit thread from your school's Reddit talking about him, the fights he’s been in, his lack of care for academics and some people fighting about him being their boyfriend and how he was a cheating piece of shit. He apparently got into an altercation with someone on the Polo team and he and the captain of your school's rival hockey team got into a pretty bad fight after a game last year. 

Your eyes widened as you read about the fight Pietro mentioned, he was lucky the guy's family didn’t press charges from how badly Bucky beat him. Part of you knew that behavior wasn’t acceptable, but a smaller needy part of you found it insanely hot how far he went to protect the girl the dude tried to drug. You shook your head and closed the search and went to bed. You would ask him tomorrow after practice, which Nat was dragging you too again.

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Chapter 3

[liminalpebble]

If you’re up for something fluffy and/or lighthearted fun - like a month ago I gave another writer I’m following this idea but she‘s been gone since then and I would still love it 🥺

I was in the mood for a Lokitty Fic because it’s been a while and for whatever reason I’min the mood:D If it’s gonna be more fluffy, funny or even angsty is up to you 🫶

Basic idea was Loki disguised as a cat 🐈‍⬛ has been hiding from something/someone in our home. Without him realizing until he’s already in too deep, he starts to fall for us and the way we care for him. Not part of his plan. He hadn’t intended to reveal his identity and surely couldn’t do it now after basically misleading us the whole time.

But what’s been escaping him since as well - we absolutely know. 🤭

A/N: Hey friend! Thanks for this very sweet and fluffy prompt. I accidentally seemed to have made it a multiparter and I have no idea where this is going except definitely to fluff town, and the comfort district. I guess stay tuned? WTF am I even doing??

Much love,

Peb

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Stray: Part 1

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The rain was tumbling down in heavy sheets as you made your way from the train to your apartment. By now you'd just about memorized how many steps were left from the soaked platform to your door.

The thought depressed you a little, realizing how long you've felt stuck in this life; just another shop girl in the city, a uniform and an apron with a tired person behind it. As the cold water continued to hit you, you were glad to realize the number of steps to the lobby door was finally reaching single digits and picked up your pace in one last jolt of momentum.

Then you heard it; an almost imperceptible mewling under the incessant drumming of the storm. You turned, following the faint noise until you reached the alley and the giant dumpsters housed there. The stench was awful. You held your soaked apron over your nose as you peaked into the crevice. Two of the biggest, most beautiful, aquamarine eyes stared back at you from a void of soaked black fur. It was a cat, and it was absolutely screaming now, realizing it had someone's attention.

It's not like you'd never seen an alley cat before. There were swarms of them around, but there was just something about this one, something so desperately in need of love. The little guy seemed almost confused to be in this position whereas the other strays seemed to resign themselves to their shitty fate.

You braced yourself; tried to talk yourself out of what you knew you were about to do and had never ever done before. It would be incredibly stupid. You weren't even allowed to have pets. You didn't even know if he was sick and you would never have the money to take him to the vet. Regardless, you sighed and scooped the pathetic little creature up, swaddling him in your apron, as you hurried toward the front door. Huffing, you warned him, “Okay buddy, but I swear to god, you better not have rabies.”

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Loki was glad to finally be out of the rain and stench, even if it was in a less than ideal form. Several hours earlier he had landed with a crash, cushioned by the heaps of debris. He scoffed realizing his neat black suit and tie and the crisp white shirt were now utterly ruined. His sunglasses were nowhere to be found. The money; all that money that came with him as he dove out of the plane was now safely magicked away, at least.

He groaned pitifully. A fall like that coupled with a mid-air tussle with Thor was enough to floor the younger god, though he hated to admit it. And who was Thor to come after him anyway? This whole D.B. Cooper heist was his fault...all because of that idiotic bet. Loki probably would have laid there feeling very sorry for himself a good deal longer, but he heard the lonely patter of someone running toward him through the downpour. He had to admit he needed help, and it was time for some quick scheming to get it. Good thing this was always his forte.

He had barely accustomed himself to his new feline form and begun mewling loudly when he heard your footfalls slow and watched your shadow move down the alley.

Come on. He thought, imbuing it with the hint of an enchantment. Come find me, mortal.

Loki was incredibly pleased with himself and, frankly, a bit surprised that his ploy worked so easily. Such dull creatures, mortals...such soft hearts., he mused as he dozed in your arms. He was already barely conscious when he heard you quip, “Okay buddy, but I swear to god, you better not have rabies.”

Hey! Rude, he thought, attempting to give a menacing, insulted glare, but it only came out as a grimacing twitch of his whiskers and whining, grumpy, growl.

The human smiled a reluctant little grin and tussled his fur saying, “It's a good thing you're adorable.”

I'm not adorable! I am a god, you dull creature! , he screamed in his mind, but it only left his mouth as another pathetically cute whine.

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In your bathroom you clipped your wet hair up one-handed and kept the little creature bundled against your chest. Once your hand was free you tested temperature of the bath with a wiggle of your fingers.

Satisfied, you said, “Alright friend,” holding the cat under his armpits and meeting his eyes, as if you could appeal to his sense of logic. “You stink. I have to give you a bath. You can either except your fate with dignity or you can be a little shit and claw my eyes out. I beg you to accept your fate.”

He thought to himself, Why wouldn't I want a bath? I love baths, you idiot. Now clean me, mortal. I tire of....

“Mrewwoooow!” he screamed as soon as his paw hit the warm water. He surprised you and himself as you both flinched violently. Apparently Loki was unable to resist his new feline aversion to water. Okay...okay...this is new. He mused.

“Okay....Christ! Listen here, you little shit! You can either deal with this while I scrub you down with some Herbal Essences, or you can smell like dumpster juice.”

“Meow”

“Yeah. I know...I know it's not the right thing for cats. I know I should take you to the vet first. I know this is not fucking ideal. I'm...I'm doing my best,” you said, with an unexpected hitch in your throat and slightly-welling eyes, as suddenly you both realized you weren't just talking about the bath anymore.

Loki felt an emotion he couldn't quite categorize; one he seldom felt, one others might call sympathy. So he fought his instinct with all his might and remained quiet and while you carefully washed and rinsed his fur. You smiled as your careful hands cleaned every last patch. “Thank you,” you said softly.

My pleasure, he thought, and meant it. It actually did feel very nice to be clean, and if felt even better when you dried him, and wrapped him in a warm towel in front of the space heater, with one bowl of water, and one of tuna. By the time you had showered and settled next to him on the floor in your pajamas, he already had a full belly and was drifting off again in the pleasant warmth. You sipped your tea and stroked his now very glossy and soft black fur.

“See! You're such a handsome boy now that you don't look and smell like wet trash bag. That wasn't so bad, was it?”

From where his head rested on his delicately crossed paws he lazily opened one stunning eye to glare at you menacingly, but it only made you chuckle.

As you laughed and smiled down at him, stroking his fur, he felt something else he couldn't quite name; gratitude, certainly, but also something else...something like wanting desperately to see you smile as much as possible...something like hoping that sorrow he saw a glimpse of before wouldn't eat you alive...something like just wanting you to be okay regardless of the benefit to himself.

The next time he half-awoke in the night, you were gone and the lights were out, though you had left the space-heater on for him. With his now-amplified hearing, he listened for you, anxious to know you were still there. Only once he heard the gentle undulation of your sleeping breath could he relax into dreams again and wonder what tomorrow would bring.

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[yichuuonvenus]

A New Home

Ghost!Loki x Reader

~Description~

You got a new house only to find another inhabitant living there.

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-consent, cursed mirror

You haven’t lived in your house long. You’ve heard that it was haunted, that it was possessed by a demon. It wasn’t true of course, you’ve been living in this house for over 6 months now and nothing creepy has happened. Sure there were random noises in the night. What house doesn’t always have that?

This one wouldn’t be any different. You got it because it was so cheap, the house was very nice, and the neighbors were kind. So you didn’t quite understand why it barely cost you a leg. You weren’t complaining though. You had your own room with no roommates to bother you. You could freely say your thoughts out loud or walk around naked.

Something finally changed though. When October came around it felt as if the house was alive. Anytime you walked into a place with a mirror it felt like you were being watched. You didn’t like that feeling. You felt as if you were constantly in danger.

“Do you think it’s like just the energy of October? Because it is already a very spooky month,” your mother joked. You couldn’t stop the roll of your eyes. Even if she couldn’t see it.

“No, it’s not just that. It’s just… I don’t know…” You sounded defeated. It was a nice house but it didn’t feel right. There was no way you could mark it down to it just being October.

“Okay okay I’m sorry,” your mother sighed, “if you want to stay here for a bit you can, or I can come up there.”

“No no it’s okay you don’t have to apologize either. I just feel like I’m going crazy and I don’t know if leaving will help.”

When you went into the bathroom you immediately saw someone walk past behind you. Your phone fell to the floor and you shook to the ground.

“Hey hey, baby are you okay?? What happened?”

“I’m uhh I’m okay I just thought I saw something,” you mostly mumbled to yourself.

“Sweatheart are you sure? You've been acting very differently lately."

“I’ll be okay… I just need time to assimilate myself into this house,” you drawled. You didn't like whenever she would worry to death about you.

"It's been months and…"

"I'm okay! I just need time,” you huffed, but as soon as you said it you instantly regretted it, "I'm… sorry."

"No no I'm sorry. I just forget how grown up you are,” your mother muttered. You couldn't help but feel mad at yourself for making your mother upset, "your father is calling, I have to go alright. Call me if anything happens okay."

"I will… I love you.”

"I love you too sweetheart."

You both hung up and when you went to look back up in your mirror it was as though your reflection looked altered.

No, nothing is going on. It’s normal everything is normal.

You closed your eyes and shook your head and when you opened them it was normal everything looked the way it was before.

“Why did I even go into the bathroom?” You sighed to yourself. Your mind pulled blanks when you tried to think, “I’m going to go crazy I swear.”

You walked back out as if nothing happened.

. . .

“How are you and Steve going?” Sarah smiled at you.

“Uhh it’s umm going,” you laughed and Sarah joined, “I don’t know Sarah I don’t think dating is for me.”

She shook her head and took your hand into hers, “babe I swear to you. You’ll find the right one someday.”

“Anyways enough about me how are you and Bucky going?” You smiled back at her.

Sarah looked away as if she was shy, which made you want to know even more about them.

“Let’s just say it’s going very well,” Sarah giggled like a schoolgirl.

“No no no! You’ve got to tell me now,” you ordered. Only making her laugh even more.

“Absolutely not,” she giggled when you crossed your arms like a five-year-old. Just as you were about to beg some more, Sarah’s phone went off.

“I’m so sorry. I have to take this.”

“No no, it’s okay! Go take it.” You ushered her away when she tried to apologize again.

You got up from the couch doing a light stretch. You’ve been sitting there talking to Sarah for an hour, so you barely noticed how dark it was outside.

You looked at your reflection in the window fixing your hair a bit. You looked closely at your reflection only to see a man right behind you. He had piercing green eyes and jet-black hair.

You couldn’t focus on anything but him.

You finally felt someone shake your shoulder, pulling you from your trance.

“Hey I’ve been trying to get your attention for like 5 minutes now.”

You only stared at Sarah.

For 5 minutes you were in a trance? No that can’t be right. Right..?

No, it’s not right. It’s normal everything is normal. She’s wrong.

“Sarah, are you sure? You’re not playing a prank, right? I feel like I would know if it had been 5 minutes or not.” She stared at you like you were the one playing a prank.

“I’m not joking… You stood there staring at something for 5 minutes.” There was no smile on her face this time. It was serious.

She’s lying.

“You’re.. you’re lying…”

“Why would I lie??” Her eyebrows furrowed, and her voice was demanding.

“I I don’t know… please just go.” You turned away from her.

“Please, what’s going on with you? You’ve been different ever since you got this house.”She touched your arm, only to cause you to flinch.

You turned back to her confused. Different? Ever since you brought the house? There’s no way.

“What are you even talking about?” You glared at her.

“I- I just… nothing.” She looked away defeated.

“Well if you’re done please go,” you stated.

She only looked at you for a minute or two before saying bye.

You didn’t quite understand what the big deal was. It’s normal here.

Everything is normal.

How could you have been acting differently ever since you brought the house? Maybe you were going crazy and you just didn’t know. You shook your head at that thought. Perhaps you just needed sleep.

. . .

You woke up in a cold sweat. You found yourself on the floor of your bathroom. You swore you went to sleep in your bed. So this didn’t make sense. You got up from the floor and when you did you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Your under-eye bags looked like you haven’t been sleeping for days on end. You took a deep breath and threw some water on your face. You felt like someone was kissing your neck and back. You felt tiny licks at your ears and hands at your sides.

You couldn’t fight back a moan at the feel of something grinding itself on your clit. You wiped the water from your face and looked back at you. You saw the same man from before. His expression was hard like he was very focused on something.

You tried to push him back but that only made him grind hard against you and push you onto the sink.

“Stop,” you whispered to yourself.

Why? You love it. You love the feel of me on you. I can almost taste it.

His mouth didn’t move. He was in your mind. Taking up every space he could.

“Stop get out. Get out.” You started to cry. Every part of you felt like it was on fire. He was igniting you in the worst way possible.

“I’m not leaving anytime soon and with the way I see it. I own you,” he whispered in your ear groaning when the tip of him rubbed against a wet spot in your underwear, “you’re in my house. You’re in my bathroom. I’ve owned you ever since you brought this house, pet.”

You shook your head, you tried your best to turn your head away but his hand forced your face to stare at the mirror. To stare at him.

He pulled your underwear to the side and shoved himself in. Every single part of you had to make space for him. He felt like he was going to rip apart every part of your being. The tears kept coming, making everything very blurry. You could barely make out his devilish smile.

He would pull himself out all the way and then force himself back with one hard thrust. Each time he did it made you scream, it seemed to egg him on.

“You’re so deliciously tight.” He licked at your ears again. He moaned so softly it made you squeeze around him, “Ahh there’s my good pet.”

He kissed your cheek, his hand wrapped around your throat. You were forced to stay in a position where your eyes couldn’t look anywhere but him fucking himself into you.

You gripped the counter, your nails clawed at it. Your teeth clenched at the feel of every vein that would pass through you. It was too much it was getting to a point where your eyes and ears would stop working for a minute then you would come back.

You blacked out for a moment then woke back up in a different position. You were laying on the counter and he was right in front of you. Fucking you to oblivion.

He was real and not in the mirror. His forehead was touching yours. Sweat was dipping down onto you. The curve of his shaft once it hit a nice spot made you flex around him. It kept happening until finally, you came all over him. You were moaning and whimpering when he didn’t stop for a second. Using your high for his own.

Finally he stopped and you cringed at the wetness that came when he pulled out and thrusted back in. You squirmed a bit when he stayed there.

“You have no reason to leave.” He kissed you softly as if you both were lovers. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you.”

All you could do was drift off and hope to god all this was a dream.

[gyll-yee-haw]

heyyy! missed you a lot omg 😭😭😭💖 do you write for all jake characters? i was thinking of something like, detective loki has a very sensible and sweet girlfriend and she loses a pet and he comforts her while she's going through it. a very sad but also really soft and cute because of how much he takes care of her

Hii, angel!! I missed you too!! 🥺❤

I think the only characters I wouldn't write for would be Jack Twist (cause I only write female readers), like bubble boy lol, and Jeff Bauman (cause he's a real person, I think it would be weird). But except from those, I believe I would write for all! And I ADORED your request because Detective Loki is my absolute favorite character ever, the actual love of my life, think about him all the time <3

Warnings: the absolute cutest thing I ever wrote, hurt/comfort, pet death, sad as heck (my cat was making biscuits on my belly as I wrote it, I almost cried), a few swear words, buuut with tons and tons of fluff <3

Like 2k words

I named the dog Nugget because nothing makes me happier than pets with food names 😭

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Knowing that day would come couldn't make it any easier. You just lost your childhood best friend. Someone who has always been there and... the fact he won't be anymore is almost unbelievable.

David had been by your side through the whole process. When Nugget started getting sick, he rushed him to the vet countless times. On his last days, David would always come home with a million treats and pillows, and blankies, everything to make your baby as comfortable and happy as possible. When you and David started dating, Nugget was part of the package. He had never had a dog before, but once you moved in, bringing yours along, he went full dog dad mode.

"No, don't worry, you should get some rest..." he would say, as an excuse to be the one to take Nugget on a walk or play with him.

And it really went both ways, Nugget was absolutely IN LOVE with David. He would wait for David to come home for hours by the door, and never leave his side when he does. You were jealous at first, but it was really adorable... having a dog really helped Dave with his stress.

But now... now the house felt so empty. Even though David was extremely heartbroken, he knew he had to stay strong for you.

He helped you bury Nugget on a special place with all the things he loved, and have a little funeral, where he made sure to say a few words, cause he knew you couldn't.

The day after the funeral, you woke up after noon, and could barely open your eyes from crying all night. You heard noises coming from the kitchen. Weird... David should be at work.

You walked downstairs to check. You found him cursing at something in the oven.

"Dave?" You called softly.

"Love?" He answered, pretending he had everything under control. "Hi, did you... did you get some sleep?"

"I did. Shouldn't you be at work?" You asked confusingly.

"I... yeah, it's just..." He sighed. "I didn't want to leave you here alone, I took the day off."

"You took the day off?" Your eyes widened. "David, you worked on Christmas. And on Thanksgiving. And on your birthday. And..."

"I know." He interrupted. "I'm sorry, baby... I know I work too much. But I thought... you might need some company."

His words seemed to hit both of you at the same time. It was always Nugget who kept you company during David's countless working hours. Now everything would be so much worse... not only you would be without David, you would be completely alone...

Your eyes filled with tears. He rushed to your side.

"Hey hey hey..." he held you tightly. "It's okay, baby, you won't be alone, okay? We'll figure it out."

You allowed him to hold you, closing your eyes and trying to just feel that moment. You needed to cry, you needed to hurt, and he knew that. It's part of the process and he would be right there until you were strong enough to carry on. As he held you, you could feel his warm embrace. His heart beating softly as he breathed slowly. His soft belly and strong arms. The smell of... what was that smell?

"Dave?" You wiped your tears and looked at him. "There's something... burning?"

"Oh, FUCK!" He rushed back to the oven, quickly turning it off.

"What's going on?" You followed him.

"I was... I was trying to bake a cake. Just... to make you feel better, and you weren't eating, I thought that maybe... oh, fuck, I knew I should just buy something, but I didn't want to leave you here and go out, then..."

He stopped his rambling immediately when he looked at you. You were... smiling?

"Dave, you're the best, I swear." You hugged him from behind, giggling.

"Wait, hold on..." he chuckled. "I fucked up."

"You didn't." You explained to him. "I didn't need a cake, I needed someone to care this much about me."

"Y/N..." he turned around to face you, staying inside your embrace. "You have no idea how much I care about you... you are my everything."

"I love you, Dave. I don't know how I would do this without you."

"You won't do this without me, I'll be right here, okay?"

"I don't know..." you shrugged, feeling the pain coming back to your chest. "I feel like it's not gonna go away... ever."

"I know." He sighed, caressing your hair. "I'm gonna miss him too. But I just know he was the luckiest dog who ever lived. To be loved this much by you, to grow up by your side... I just know he lived his best life."

"He did." You allowed yourself to smile again. "He was so happy. Specially after you came along."

David had to fight his emotions. He felt a little sting in his heart. He loved his little family, but he felt so undeserving of all that love. He thought about how Nugget got attached to him so quickly and he couldn't understand why. Just like he couldn't understand why burning a cake was the only thing that made you feel better, after all he tried... maybe love was still a little bit of a foreigner concept for him to understand. But maybe that was the point... as a detective, he was always trying to understand everything, and maybe love wasn't something to be understood... all he knew was that it was all over that kitchen.

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Weeks passed and you were still healing. You still cried sometimes, but you were starting to accept it.

David had to go back to work, of course. Lives depended on him and keeping him home made you feel worse. At first, he took it slow. Didn't work as much as he used to. But as he started to go back to his normal rotine, you realized it would be harder than you thought.

After one particularly stressful day, around 1am, he went back to his car, ready to go home.

He started the car. Then paused. He could swear something moved on the backseat. He turned around and inspected it for a moment. There was nothing there, he was probably just exhausted.

He started driving. Something moved again.

"What the fuck..." he murmured, keeping his eyes on the mirror.

That's when a pair of yellow eyes looked back at him.

"Shit!" His eyes widened.

It was a kitten. As black as the seats, which is why he couldn't see it before. He left the car windows open and the kitten must have jumped in...

What the fuck was he gonna do now? He couldn't leave the kitten on the streets. But he couldn't take it home either... he had no idea how you would react, you were still sad about Nugget...

His mind raced until he got home, trying to decide what to do.

He had an idea.

As soon as he parked the car, he grabbed a box, put an old jacket of his inside it and placed it in the garage. He went back to the car and grabbed the kitten. He didn't realize how small it was before, but it fit in his hand. The kitten started purring as soon as David's hand made contact with it.

"Oh my god..." he murmured. He had never held a kitten in his life... he probably didn't even know they... vibrated.

He placed the kitten inside the box.

"Okay... I'll see what I'll do with you in the morning."

As soon as he turned his back, the kitten jumped out of the box, following him. It ran between David's legs, making him trip.

"Fuck!" He tried not to fall, at the same time as he tried not to step on the cat, that was the size of his boot. "Listen... you need to stay here, I'll figure out what to do with you in the morning, okay?"

He picked the cat back up, putting it inside the box again.

It jumped out. Of course.

On the 5th time that happened, David just sat on the floor, absolutely exhausted. He rested his face on his hands, cursing his luck. The kitten climbed up his legs and laid down.

David was starting to wonder if he was gonna have to sleep on the garage that night. That's when the door opened.

He and the cat looked at you with a terrified expression.

"I can explain." He said, with the most desperate look you had ever seen on his face.

"OH.MY.GOD." You gasped and brought your hand to your mouth.

"He followed me... I've been trying to get home for half an hour, I swear, he won't let me, I..."

"David." You looked at him with tears in your eyes. "You've been chosen."

"What do you mean?" He was trying to figure out if you were happy or upset. "I'm gonna take him somewhere tomorrow, I'll just..."

"David!" You kneeled next to the kitten, offering your hand for it to smell, and it immediately headbutted your hand. "Don't you dare say something like that, you're his father now..."

"Y/N..." he got even more desperate after hearing the word 'father'.

"This is the most affectionate kitten I've ever seen in my life..." you continued petting the small kitten, who was now loafing on David's leg. You picked it up to look for any signs that it might be hurt or sick. "It's a girl, by the way..."

"It's a girl..." he repeated, trying to process everything.

"You think...?" You got excited for a second, then calmed down. "Well, nevermind."

"Tell me what's on your mind, baby." David gave you space, as you sat beside him, holding the kitten on your lap.

"I... I was wondering if we could... keep it." You kept petting the kitten, who looked very relaxed. "But I understand if you don't want to... I mean, I know I've been a pain in the ass since Nugget is gone, and you probably won't want to go through that again..."

"Y/N, you haven't been a pain in the ass for a second in your life. I love you." He laughed. "I just... didn't know if you were ready yet."

"Well, I..." you thought about it for a second. "I didn't think I was. But... she chose you, it just... happened. I mean... I know it's hard to lose a pet we love, but... there are others out there who deserve a loving home too, you know? Like Nugget had. And there are so many animals suffering on the streets... specially cats..."

"You know what?" He smiled, really proud of you. "I think this is what Nugget would have wanted."

"DOES THAT MEAN SHE'S OURS?" You spoke excitedly.

"She's ours." He shrugged.

The kitten stood up, stretching and walking from your lap to David's, where she laid down again.

"She LOVES you..." you felt the tears starting to fall. It was so exciting that David would be there since day one for the kitten's life... with Nugget was different, and he deserved this. "She chose you."

"She's... vibrating again..." he raised his eyebrows.

"SHE'S PURRING, DAVID, YOU ARE HER DAD!"

"Jesus Christ..." he sighed, wondering what the fuck he got himself into.

[daisybell17]

Pov: Loki gets hurt late at night

(warning: angst)

You swear that anyone who claims to be a morning person is lying to themselves. I mean how the hell do they possibly get up so ridiculously early and somehow be in bed by 8? You’ve tried many times to be a morning person and adapt this new routine into your life but it was genuinely impossible. Steve Rogers was probably the only many you knew who could get up that damn early.

But no bother, Steve does his thing, you do yours. So it’s no surprise you found yourself sipping on a hot glass of tea in the dead of night, 4 am to be specific, by the balcony area of the shared kitchen quarters. Yea it’s quite late but it’s really the only time you’ve known peace. Anytime past 1 am was the only time you understood what peace felt like.

Some nights you’re in bed by 2, others you’re in by 6, and this night is shaping itself to be one of those bed by 6 am nights. Well no biggie, it was your day off training tomorrow. All you had was your daily readings with Nat and 3 pm snack with Peter, so overall, a chill day ahead.

Gazing into the night sky, you watched each star go by and listened to the sound of the world asleep. It really was your favourite hour of the day…or night? You couldn’t really tell. As your silent night went on you were met with an unexpected sound of a glass shattering and a yelp of pain

“Shit!”

Your reflexes kicked in and you snapped you neck towards the direction of the noise. You knew it was impossible for anyone to break into here, hell Stark placed every security measure around the lot. So you weren’t worried it was some burglar…though you didn’t know if the place was alien proof, but that’s besides the point.

“Hello?” You call out, not knowing who the hell would be up at this time.

No response, but a whimper?

“Helloooo” You exaggerated in hopes this mysterious person replies…Again. Nothing.

You huffed in annoyance and stood up. Collecting your mug, music player and book, you made your way back into then kitchen. Stepping into the heated room you were met with

“Loki?” Not exactly the person you wanted to see.

His eyes met yours, small tears prickling out the corner of his eyes. “Oh Shit…” You then looked at his foot and saw a glass shard impaling it. Well that explains the shattering sound you heard.

“Are you ok? Why are you up?” You asked softly. Gods why him of all people did you have to see at this time.

“Uhm…long story darli- i mean…uhm…Look I dropped the glass by accident. I missed a step and well…yea” He fumbled his words.

Looking at his foot you could see that the glass was logged in deep into his skin, it even revealed his Jotun skin which meant this had to really hurt. You sighed and walked behind the kitchen counter, grabbing the first aid kit.

“Look this might not help much, but we can try to at least ease the pain until the healers arrive” Walking towards to him you reached out your hand for him to balance “Come on…Let’s get you seated on the couch”

Loki nodded and grasped your hand for balance. You guys made your way to the couch and he fell back into the soft cushions. You could tell he was trying his best not to cry from the pain

“I know you think it’s stupid to cry because you accidentally impaled yourself with a shard of glass but I can tell you’re in pain, so just…yea let it out or whatever” Flashing a small smile you held his foot up to your face and took a good look at his bleeding foot

“I don’t…I don’t want to move it…I’m scared to hurt you and…I don’t want to make it worse” You looked up to him “Can’t you use your magic? Heal yourself?” You asked in hopes there was some easier solution

“Erm…I can..but my Jotun form is exposed…I don’t know the reaction my magic will have on my natural form…and I don’t exactly want to risk anything right now”

“Ah mhm mhm ok” Silence filled the room after your reply. You and Loki…didn’t see eye to eye on many things, but you saw past that and learned the why’s of him. Of what a Loki is and you had actually fallen for the God…The breakup left you shattered, and it was his on stupidity that caused all this anyways.

“Darling I think you forgot I can read minds” Loki interrupted your thoughts

“I didn’t give you permission to read my mind” You hissed back. Standing up from the ground, you sat on the coffee table behind you, now faced eye to eye with Loki

“Forgive me, it’s not like I can control it”

“Oh but you can, you just have some agenda to piss me off all the time”

“You know it’s not like that”

“Oh? Really now?”

Loki huffed and looked away while your head fell into your hands. Neither of you moved for a moment, frustration now fuelling the air around you both.

“Why are we still like this?” Loki had broke the tension. “I don’t know Loki, why are we like this? We’re not even together and we can’t even hold a normal conversation”

“Darling��You do realise you never gave me a chance to expla—”

“To explain what?!” You snapped “There isn’t anything to explain Laufeyson, I saw everything with me own two eyes! Do I need to remind you of that or can I go back to my peaceful night?” You stood from the table and paced around

Loki groaned in frustration at your words “What do you want me to say? I’ve told you everything!”

“Oh that I was just some bet between your brother? That whoever could bed the chick first wins some stupid bet?! I saw…I HEARD you and Thor speaking about me in ways I don’t even want to remember”

“And you’re completely right! Yes! All that is true but somewhere down the line I did fall for you! I actually got to know you and Gods I love you!”

“I love you” Three words that rang through the quiet room…You looked at the time, 4:45 am, and then you looked back at Loki…

Loki stared at you, tears now spilling from his eyes “Can we talk? Please?”

You shook your head as tears started falling down your own face “What do I have to loose I guess…”

You walked towards him and sat down next to him “So…What is it Loki? What else is there to share? We both acknowledge that I was a bet, and you won…”

“You are completely right…But please believe me when I say I did fall for you down the line…You turned from a bet, to the person of my dreams. You stole my heart in ways I didn’t like and I pushed you away and I’m so damn sorry but please believe me when I say I love you”

“And i’m not some prize to win”

“I know…you’re a person. You’re someone that makes me want to change, to be better, to grow. For you”

“Loki…even when you say all these things…I still cannot shake that this all started because of a bet. A damn bet Loki…”

“I know…and I will spend my life making up for my stupidity…”

You turned away and watched as glimpses of the next day peaked through the windows.

“It’s nights like this that make me miss you sometimes…” You confessed “But it’s no reason for me to run back to you”

“Then can you forgive me? I’m truly sorry…” Loki pleaded

You sniffled and cried even more “I can’t promise anything…all in due time I guess”

Loki nodded “All in due time I guess” He replied and then called for the healers to help with his foot. It’s a new day…but you weren’t sure if you could say the nights were for peace anymore…

But you couldn’t decide if Loki made or ruined it.

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(a/n): late night angst! just wanted to write some angst stuff out and ngl now i want to read some fluff fics :,)

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

The Lost Princess Chapter 7

Jotun!Loki x plus size reader

When Jotunheim and Asgard are on the brink of war, only a marriage of convenience between the two worlds can unite them. The only problem is, Odin does not have a female heir, or does he?

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Warnings: violence, arranged marriage, angst, enhanced!reader, swearing, slightly unhealthy relationship, Loki is an emotionally stunted person, age gap (I wrote reader as being in her early twenties but can be read as any age)

WC: 8.9k (I'm so sorry hahaha)

A/N: Thank you all for sticking with this series, I find it hard to write sometimes but I promise, the subsequent chapters will be shorter and coming out quicker. I love you all!! 💞💞

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Minors DNI

Chapter 7

Home Again

“Remove your hands from her or I will do it for you.” Loki’s voice was edged with something dangerous, the tip of a knife doused in poison. Y/N could feel his anger even from yards away but her own fury overpowered her fear of him and his temper. Thor faltered only a moment before his grip tightened on his sister’s shoulders, pulling her behind his bulky body in a vain attempt to shield her from the frost giant.

His glare deepened, his red eyes blazing with a barely contained fire. Adjusting the hold on the hilt of his long blade, his knuckles turn a pale blue with the force. “Let. Her. Go.” Each word is punctuated by a thundering step forward that shook the stone floor. He seemed far bigger than his usual 12 foot-self like this, with his bare chest puffed out, silvery lines of old scars and traditional markings shining in the lamplight. He would look terrifying to Y/N if she wasn’t blinded by the overwhelming feeling of betrayal.

A sour anger curled in her gut as he got closer and closer. The rest of the world faded to a white noise, her focus solely on her husband. She easily side-stepped her brother, fingers curling into fists so tight that her nails sliced through the delicate skin of her palms. Bright red blood dripped from between her knuckles.  

The grey cobblestone beneath her bare feet melted, her body radiating a heat she had never felt before. The stone sizzled as her blood made contact with the floor, leaving behind dark stains on the now white hot ground. “You lying, manipulative piece of shit.” She barely caught the falter in his step, the hitch of his breath, as if he was wounded by her words. “You are a selfish worm who doesn’t deserve the air he breathes. Was everything a lie? Did you just make up that little sob story to get me into your bed willingly?”

The oxygen ignited around her, embers burning out before sparking to life again. The air crackled unstably, like the moment before a fire rages out of control. “Are you that pathetic that you have to rely on lies and trickery to force someone to marry you? To have a slave at your every beck and call to make you feel powerful?”

“You know nothing!” Shadows curled around the god. He had stopped in his tracks, blade plastered to his muscular thigh, almost as if he was preventing himself from doing her harm. The dark metal trembled against his blue skin. 

“I know enough.” She snarled, also stopping. Wind whipped around her, sending sparks flying through the great halls. She was an inferno, waiting to blow.

They were an arms length apart and he towered over her but she refused to back down, refused to give even an inch as the feared prince glared down at her, his jaw clenched so tightly, she could see the muscles ticking. “All that talk about helping me, about teaching me. All of that, was that a lie too?” His eyes darted away, telling her all she needed to know. 

Flames so hot they were blue licked up the bare skin of her legs, singing her husband’s shirt. It flaked away from her body but the fire replaced the silk. “I did what I had to.” The air shimmered with the heat, making her facade tremble before him.

Loki studied her, daring her to make the first move. They were on the precipice of something more but for the first time, Y/N was in control. She had a choice, turn her back and run or make him burn for what he did. She thought about what she had confided in him. Of her pain and fear, and he pretended to care. “I hate you.” Her voice was calm but brittle, on the edge of breaking with even the most gentle of touches.

“You do not hate me.” He urged, his own voice becoming softer as if to cradle her own. “You could never hate me.” The flickers began to die down around her as the fight began to leave her body. She was tired and her body craved his attention, needing to be held and comforted.

But when he took a step forward, she took two back. The tears that escaped her eyes, disappearing as soon as they touched her cheeks, evaporating instantly. “I can’t believe I trusted you.”

She did not fight the hand that closed around her bicep, carefully pulling her away from him and into the embrace of her brother. “I can’t believe I-I lo-“ Her words were cut off with a sob and buried her face into Thor’s chest who had silently followed her every step, her anger burning away like ash in the wind. 

“If you know what is best for you, let us leave.” Thor spoke plainly, using one arm to lift her into him so that he could carry her, while the other held Mjölnir at the ready. For a moment, it seemed Loki would let them leave, the ruby of his eyes dulled and forlorn but then, in the blink of an eye, his sword was pressed into Thor’s sternum.

“You are mine! You have always been mine! How dare you disobey me! How dare you even think of leaving me!” But the god did not waver, his hold tightening around her as he prepared himself for battle. The leather of his armour easily gave way to the sharp tip of the blade.

“By order of Queen Frigg of Asgard, the allmother, your marriage is annulled and Princess Y/N must return to her place on Midgard.” Thor took several long strides backwards, Loki followed, his weapon at the ready. He would kill to get her back, the god could see that, but he would not give him the chance.

“You cannot take her from me!” He howled like a wild animal. And Y/N flinched.

“I was never yours, I will never be yours.” She spoke in a whisper but her husband heard her all the same. “Goodbye Loki.” As the light from the bifrost enclosed around the siblings, he lunged but a sudden wall of white flames forced him back as they burned his skin.

“No!”

The air was warm, almost biting against her freezing skin as the sun finally shone on them. The wind was a gentle breeze, shifting the fields of flowers like the waves of an ocean. But the beauty of the scene was broken by a scream.

Y/N slipped from her brother’s arms, releasing a howl from deep in her soul. The ground singed beneath her, burning with the rage and pain she felt. Thor could only watch, helpless as she crumbled before him, crawling at the dirt.

“Sister.” He called but she did not respond. Her sobs broke his heart and all he could do was kneel beside her and pull her back into his arms. She clutched onto his arm which was pressed against her chest as she leaned back against his front. His blue eyes shut, wishing he could take her pain.

By the time her chest hiccuped with quiet cries, the sun had begun its descent, casting a golden glow over the field. “I want to go home.” She whispered against the tanned skin of his forearm. Thor nodded against the side of her head and laid a quick kiss to her temple.

“Then let’s go home.” 

Tony kept three photos on his desk. The first was of him and Pepper the day he proposed, the Paris skyline silhouetted behind them as their lips met in a kiss borderline of explicit. The second was of him and Peter, both hunched over his lab bench, focusing on some invention that they had later scrapped.

The final one was a side profile of a woman. Tony had found it in the small bedroom in Y/N’s home. She was younger, not yet burdened by the world. Her smile was easy, her eyes soft. She wore a lilac sundress, a flower tucked behind her ear. 

It had been almost seven months since he had last seen her face, heard her voice. The search had been given up when Thor came back, reeking of alcohol and sadness. He had told him that he was too late, that she was already Loki’s and there was no way of getting her home. 

She was gone, married to the monster responsible for the death of more than 80 people and the almost complete destruction of New York. He dreaded even thinking of what was happening to her, what he was making her do. Everything he had tried to get her home had failed. 

Building a long range rocket to somehow reach Jotunheim. Trying to beat up a depressed Thor and forcing him to take Tony to her. Even trying to bribe Strange. All of it crashed and burned.

It was only last month, during a late night brainstorm that Pepper had convinced him to stop. “She made her choice Tony. She married him of her own free will.” It destroyed her to tell him that but he needed to hear it, he had to know it wasn’t his fault. He had broken down in her arms but he was ok, finally.

AC/DC, as usual, blasted far too loud through his home lab. His ears pounded with the high volume but he kept plotting along, his eyes focused on yet another suit design that FRIDAY had pulled up for him. Pepper was out at a charity gala that he couldn’t be bothered to attend so he could stay up as late as he wished, or rather, how late his body would allow given that the only thing in his system was a smoothie and many cups of coffee.

“Hey boss, Thor has just made a landing on Earth.” The AI pipped up. Tony sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“And why is that of any importance to me?” There was a beat of silence before the hologram before him disappeared and a video feed filled his vision. Thor was standing outside the gate, a woman held tightly in his arms. His armour looked strangely burnt, the silver metal blackened, his cape ripped.

“Is that?” Tony started, his eyes widening.

“Yes Boss, it’s Miss Y/N.” He stumbled to his feet, knocking over everything on the bench. His chest constricted with panic. She was alive, she was here. “Should I let them in, boss?” But he didn’t respond, lost in a blind haze. Tony ripped through the lab, his disbelief and returning hope driving him forward faster and faster until he was sprinting through his home, FRIDAY’s voice following close behind him.

“Y/N!” He consciously knew she couldn’t hear him but he had to call her name, to make this real. The front doors swung open before him like gates to a new world. The setting sun illuminated a pair of figures, forming a beautiful glow around their heads.

Her head lolled against the god’s shoulder and in the fading light, he saw her smile sadly at him. “Tony.” There was no grace to his movements as he collided with them, only pure relief. Her soft body fell into his embrace and he finally felt like he could breathe again.

“I’ve got you. You’ll never have to leave again.” There was movement in his peripheral vision as Thor backed away from them. Tony chanced a glance at the god who had brought her home. He looked devastated. He could only speculate about what had happened to them both for them to end up here. A sudden wetness forced his brown eyes back down to Y/N.

She was crying quietly, sobs that sounded strained like she had nothing left to give. Tony cupped the back of her head as he wrapped his other arm around her shoulders. “Keep her safe, there's work to be done.” And with that haunting message, Thor was gone. 

“Let’s get you inside and put on some human clothes.” She chuckled tearfully against his chest and Tony smiled, feeling the way her own lips curved up in that grin he knew so well.

“I really want a cheeseburger right now.” 

“Then let’s get as many greasy slabs of meat as you can stand and a milkshake too.” Her laugh became more joyous, a sound he missed so dearly. “Come on, you also have months of trash TV to catch up on. You won’t believe the shit you missed on the Real Housewives.” He helped her to her feet, noting the shirt she wore that was far too big to be her own. He resolved to burn it as soon as she took it off.

She hummed in agreement. “I miss my phone too, and coffee. Dear lord, I would kill for a coffee.” His arm wrapped around her shoulder, guiding her into the luxurious mansion, leading her away from the nightmare she had escaped.

“Now you’re speaking my language, kid. Coffee and a phone coming right up!” 

Cold water washed over her as Y/N stood in the massive shower. She was still running terribly hot, her skin blazing like a bad fever. Emotions swirled in her mind, the anxiety, fear, and sadness. But what made it worse was that every time she closed her eyes, she saw Loki.

She wished her mind showed her his terrifying anger, the evil deeds he had done but instead she watched snap shots of their life together. The way he held her protectively while they slept, his huge arms winding around her soft body to keep her pressed against his muscular chest. The rare instances where he would chuckle under his breath at one of her outbursts. Even those times where he kissed her with a passion she had never encountered before.

Her chest ached with the simultaneous feeling of complete betrayal and the relief to be home with people who loved her. But seeing her ex-boss again, eating their favourite meal together, even watching menopausal white women yelling at each other felt different. Everything was just as she left it, but she had changed fundamentally.

Her fingers brushed the slim chain of her collar which she had not had the heart to take off yet. Everything else had been stripped away and she assumed destroyed in the most violent way possible by the eccentric billionaire but the necklace remained.

Shutting off the water, she dried almost immediately, the remaining droplets evaporating into the chill air of the bathroom. A small pile of clothes were left on the counter for her, suspiciously they weren’t new but in fact from her now abandoned apartment in the Avengers Tower.

She caught her reflection in the huge mirror on the otherside of the blindingly white bathroom. She was not the girl she was before. Her innocence and trust in the world was robbed from her, replaced with an anger and cynicism that would have disgusted her younger self. Her body was now covered in scars, the branding of the torture she endured both mentally and physically. 

Y/N traced the lines of her body, now more rounded out than the last time she was on Earth but she did not feel a hatred for those extra pounds that sat on her curves. It meant that she had survived, and now, she would have the chance to live again. 

As she quickly redressed, hiding her necklace under the large plaid Tony had given her. Sadly, she glanced at her left hand. Her ring had been the first thing taken from her. 

Tony ripped it from her finger as soon as he saw it, tucking it into the pocket of his jeans with the promise that he would melt it down into nothing. She couldn’t admit to even herself that her hand felt wrong without the familiar weight of the bulky ring. 

A sudden knock on the door shook her from her thoughts. “Did you drown in there?” Tony said jokingly but she could hear the worry in his voice.

“I’m fine boss, just getting dressed.” His sigh of relief was loud enough to hear through the large door. Double checking her appearance and making sure her scars were covered, Y/N opened the door, the ripped ruins of her husband’s shirt in her arms.

As soon as Tony made eye contact with the younger woman, his shoulders slumped. “C’mon kid, let’s get you downstairs, there are some people that want to see you.” The silk was taken from her grasp with a quick yank and tucked behind his back.

Y/N’s heart rate spiked. The last time she was surrounded by people was her wedding. She had been isolated for months, only seeing Loki or his father on occasion. But still she nodded, painting a strained smile on her face to appease her mentor. He had told her of the effort and pain the whole team went through to find her again, she had to see them.

He took her arm in a friendly gesture. Y/N froze up. Suddenly her belly was filled with fear as bile rose in her throat. They marched side by side to the main sitting room where she picked up overlapping murmuring of voices. Each step brought back memories of her biological father pulling her forward to a fate she agreed to but did not want.

She heard the clack of her heels, felt the weight of the tiara on her head, heard the swoosh of the beads Frigg had given her, with each step. Her fingers curled tightly around Tony’s bicep causing him to hiss. Her eyes were wide with fear.

Logically, she knew these people would never hurt her but yet, she was still terrified. “Hey hey, we don’t have to do this now.” Tony had stopped walking only a few feet from the entryway to the large room and turned to face her.

Y/N shook her head. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” But her words were hollow.

He glanced at her skeptically. “Ok- how about if you need to tap out, say pineapple. It’s my safe word.” That made her giggle, easing the building pressure in her chest. 

“Could you get any more basic?” She teased. Taking in a deep breath, she stepped forward once more, entering a window to her past.

The Avengers looked like they had been trapped in time until she returned. There were small differences, like Bucky’s short hair and Steve’s beard but all in all, they looked just as she remembered them. It felt like a dream, an image her mind had conjured up as some sort of unconscious protection from the cruel reality she had been living in.

Her eyes locked with Wanda’s grey ones. The witch gasped, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. This caused the others to look around, searching for the source of her shock. “Y/N!” She threw herself at said woman, enveloping her in the warmest, tightest hug Y/N had ever experienced. 

That seemed to break the others from their trance. They swarmed her like ants, each attempting to embrace her but stopped by the arms of another team member. Even as her brain was thrumming with panic, she laughed. Those feelings were shoved down as far as they would go, inevitably to be dealt with when she woke up from her nightmares.

She could barely catch individual words as they spoke over each other, eager to hear of her ordeal. There was only one that hung back. Steve looked like he was about to cry, his blue eyes shone with tears he couldn't hide as he crumpled onto the couch behind him.

Instantly, the way was cleared for Y/N. “Steve.” She whispered. He wouldn't look at her. She knew he must've been wracked with guilt, blaming himself for what happened to her like the noble and slightly foolish man he was. Y/N repeated his name, drawing closer to the soldier, her body trembling.

His broad shoulders shook with silent sobs, becoming more hysterical the closer she got. “I-I can't believe this. You're not here.” The others had gone silent, glancing at each other with looks of worry. They knew Steve had taken her disappearance hard but they didn't think it was this bad.

“I'm here. I'm home.” She fell to her knees before him, dipping her head so she could catch a glimpse of his eyes. “I'm safe.” Tentatively, he reached for her, the tips of his fingers just barely touching her full cheek. As soon as he made contact with her hot skin, something snapped in his mind.

Strong arms wrapped so tightly around her, her ribs creaked with the force. But it didn't hurt. “I've got you.” Tears soaked into her shirt from where he tucked his face against her neck. 

Y/N expected that usual warm feeling to settle on her chest from whenever Steve touched her, the butterflies in her stomach and dare she say it but the spark of arousal between her legs. And yet, as she held him more intimately than ever before, emotions flying, she felt nothing. 

Well, she did feel sad, she chose to marry Loki and put all of her friends through this. She had a fondness for Steve she knew would never dissipate but it seemed now there was an icy grip on her heart, holding all of her affections back. “Oh Stevie. I'm so sorry.”

The room grew quiet. They had all waited for this moment for so long and yet there was a wrongness to it that no one could identify. Y/N was different. Bucky clocked onto it first, seeing how dull her eyes were, how guarded her body language. She was holding back, fearful of something or someone. Or more likely, a whole room full of people.

“Let's give them some space.” He grabbed Sam by the shoulder as the younger man went to swoop in for another hug, “I'm sure we'll all get our fair share of Y/N time now that she's home.” A grateful look confirmed his suspicions. He nodded as he led the others away.

She watched them leave. He knew that look, it was the same way that he used to look at the world when he first escaped HYDRA. She was questioning if what she was seeing was really real or just some dream. Just as he turned to exit, Y/N shifted, causing her shirt to lift over her hip, exposing a small sliver of skin but it was more than enough to reveal the puckered flesh of a scar, one that looked painful and deep.

Their eyes met and it was like looking in a mirror, a broken and bloody mirror. With a silent promise to himself to check in on her later, Bucky shut the door softly behind him.

“It's just us now Stevie, you don't have to worry any more.” Her knees were getting sore from kneeling on the hardwood floor but Steve wasn't letting go anytime soon so she just resolved to sit there and wait for him to let go.

“I thought you were gone forever. And it was my fault.” He felt so small in her arms, so weak. He was crumbling before her like a sandcastle caught in the incoming tide. 

Y/N shook her head. “No Steve it isn't, I promise you that.” And no more could be said. He would insist he was at fault, and she would reassure him that it wasn't the case as more and more shame built up in her gut. So they stayed quiet, holding each other on the floor, both wishing they could turn back the clock.

“Little star, it’s time to wake up.” A smooth voice crooned. A cold hand cupped her full cheek, encouraging her to wake from the light slumber she found herself in. She smiled but quickly stamped it out, keeping her eyes firmly shut. “You cannot sleep forever, my star.”

“I’m not asleep.” Her voice was filled with laughter just waiting to bubble out.

“Oh really?” He hummed. “Then what are you? Because you look asleep to me.” His voice grew closer and she could feel his warm breath against the cup of her ear.

“I've been cursed and only you can break the spell.” Even with her eyes closed, she knew he was smiling in that wicked way he always did before he lathered her with his attention.

“And how do you propose I do that?” He asked like he didn't already know the answer. His fingers trailed down from her cheek, tracing the curve of her jaw, down the softness of her chin, then following the lines of her neck until he reached her collarbone which had been exposed by the t-shirt she wore.

Her breath hitched the lower he went, goosebumps following in his wake. “True love's kiss.” She felt him lean closer, his slim chest pressing against her left shoulder.

His lips were cold, as they usually were, but they were the softest things she ever felt. The kiss was gentle at first, merely a brush of his lips against hers but soon, he rested more of his weight on top of her, his hunger for increasing exponentially. 

But far too soon, he pulled away and her eyes fluttered open. “It's time to go, my star.” She frowned.

“But I don't want to go, I never want to leave your side.” Black hair hung over them like a curtain, shielding their faces from the rest of the world. She knew he didn't want to leave, but he had to, just like how she had to go home before her mother got too worried.

“I know my darling but one day, one day we will be together forever.” His green eyes shone with love as he looked down upon her.

“Do you promise?”

“Always.”

Y/N jolted awake, gasping for air like she had been drowning. These dreams were becoming more vivid as if she were revisiting a memory that had only occurred the day before. The boy had been a fixture of both her childhood and teen days, a comforting presence that only a first love could be.

“Little fucking star.” She growled, throwing the sheets from her body and slipping from the too soft bed Tony had provided her that she could never find rest in. Even with the air conditioning on full blast and sleeping naked, Y/N felt too hot, too uncomfortable.

She knew that her body was used to the freezing temperatures of Jotunheim and having a living ice cube sleep beside her but she didn't want to admit that out loud. It would be like admitting that she actually cared for the man that ripped her life apart and destroyed any future hope for an actually healthy relationship.

Darkness still enveloped the wooded area around the mansion, it must have been still early morning. Haphazardly, she grabbed coverup, concealing her naked body, and ventured out into the house, in search of something to occupy her mind.

It had been just over a week since Thor returned her to Earth. And to say it had been strange would be an incredible understatement. No more than three other people would be in a room with her, even movie nights and dinners were split up so she wasn't overwhelmed. Everyone walked on eggshells around her, consumed by their own guilt and frightened by what, if anything, would trigger her.

The only person that had actually treated her normally was Bucky and she supposed that was because he had gone through something similar. Well not the being forced to marry a god that tried to start a war in order to get revenge against his previous adoptive father, but the being kidnapped and experimented on part of it.

And then there was the person she had been avoiding for the six days she had been there, Steve. It was hard to look him in the eye and see that undying love he held for her while her own heart was confused and broken simultaneously.

The house was thankfully silent as Y/N walked along, mindlessly wandering as she  got lost in her own thoughts. Most of the Avengers had decided to temporarily stay with the Starks in an effort to provide some sort of normality for her. Only Clint, Bruce and Peter returned to their own homes, leaving the mansion still quite full.

“It's a bit late for a midnight snack.”

“Holy shit!” Y/N jumped at the sound of another voice interrupting her thoughts. Bucky sat at the counter, dressed in a red henley and sweatpants, his short hair still mussed from sleep, sipping a coffee that had gone cold a while ago.

He slyly smiled at her from behind his mug. “Don't scare me like that, asshole.” She grumbled but her scolding only served to make his eyes light up in amusement. Padding over to the pantry, Y/N began searching for something. She didn't know what she wanted but it was so nice to have that choice of just looking at a shelf full of food while she decided what to eat.

“You're the one stalking around a dark house in the middle of the night, I'm just having a coffee. Can't sleep?” She hummed.

“I'm thinking mac and cheese. Do you want some?” She knew she was being obvious with her avoidance of the question but hopefully the super soldier would take the hint and just drop it.

But Bucky was nothing short of persistent. With the silent steps of a weathered assassin, he cautiously approached her. “Go sit, I'll cook it for you.”

“No!” She snapped and suddenly the air in the room got ten degrees hotter. Bucky stepped back preparing for another outburst, but her shoulders fell, and so did the temperature. Her right hand cupped her cheek in a self-soothing manner. “I'm sorry. I just, I need to do this myself.”

“I know. How about I make us some hot chocolate to go with it?” Taking his chance, Bucky moved forward once more, his metal hand coming to rest on her bicep in a friendly touch.

“Y-yes thank you.” Her voice was shaky but her hands were steady, he would take that as a win. With a kiss pressed to her temple that made her release a shuddering breath, he left her to cook her mac and cheese as he started some hot chocolate. Maybe tomorrow she would open up some more.

“Hey Wanda?” The TV played a rerun of an old sitcom the witch was fond of, the volume down low so as to not wake Vis, who was somehow asleep. Her head lolled back on the couch and saw Y/N standing nervously in the doorway.

Her face was illuminated by the flashing lights of the show. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Wanda could feel how conflicted her mind was, how lost and broken she felt. It was hard not to. Sadness oozed from the demigod like oil spilling into the ocean. “I need help.”

The testing room for Tony's suits was surprisingly empty given how many projects he was working on at once. Already, FRIDAY had a fire safety protocol in place plus a protective shield for Wanda if Y/N happened to go nuclear. “I'm sorry, what do you want me to do?” The red haired woman asked in disbelief.

“I want you to get into my head and find out how exactly my powers work. Lo- he tried to help me control them but I passed out whenever we trained. I need more control.” Her brow was set with determination. “So come on, slap my brain around a bit. It'll really help me out.”

Appalled, Wanda's mouth hung open in shock. “Y/N, that's not going to help. I think it might just make this whole thing worse.” But it seemed, she wouldn't listen to reason.

“I don't know what I'm capable of or even what could set me off. I need to find that trigger before I hurt someone. Please Wanda.” She crossed her arms over her slim chest.

But as she looked at the other woman, feeling her pain and her terror, she relented. “Fine, but I get to stop at any time for any reason. Deal?” Y/N's face lit up and Wanda was suddenly struck by the thought that she hadn't really seen her smile like this since before she disappeared.

“Thank you! Thank you!” She almost jumped for joy and Wanda watched as a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders. How heavy had this burden been and why would she want to carry it alone. Y/N scuttled off to the center of the room, stripping off the oversized long-sleeve shirt and leggings she wore, leaving her in a sports bra and panties.

Catching Wanda's curious gaze, she shrugged. “I don't want to burn up my clothes and have to walk back to my room naked.” 

“Fair.” She agreed. The scars were obvious now, standing out like tattoos against her skin. Wanda was fascinated by the morbid beauty of the largest of them. “So how do you want me to do this?” 

“Just get in there and poke around, see what sticks.” Red mist curled around her head as she steeled herself for the inevitable onslaught of emotion. 

An older man laughing through tears of sleep deprivation as he leaned against her.

Pain, knives slicing into her skin.

Blinding white and cold, the coldness of a hand as he slid a heavy ring on her finger.

Warmth as strong arms encircle her.

The taste of foreign fruit exploding on her tongue.

Tones of blue and red, lips coming closer to her own.

The sound of his amusement.

The smell of his hair.

Suddenly, all of it disappeared with a shocked gasp. Y/N shakily opened her eyes to see the devastation before her. The now previously white walls of the room were black with char, smoke curling from beneath her feet. Wanda still stood behind a protective shield but her face was coloured with terror.

“We have so much fucking work to do.” 

“It's not always nightmares.” A lone lamp in the corner of the living room was the only source of light for the pair, casting their faces in soft shadows. Bucky looked at Y/N from over his small plate of leftovers, noodles hanging from his lips as he took in what she said. “I dream of a boy I used to know sometimes.”

He quickly slurped up the rest of his food and put his plate to the side, shrugging. “I sometimes dream about Dot but they are of the damp variety if you know what I mean.” With a disgusted look on her face, Y/N slapped his arm but Bucky could see the way her mouth turned up in a shy smile.

“Shut up Barnes! I don't want to hear about your centuries old conquests!” He chuckled along with her.

“It was barely a century ago and besides who are you to judge, virgin.” He stuck his tongue out at her childishly which made her laugh even more. 

Their midnight chats had become a nightly occurrence, a colliding of two alike souls who were destined to drift apart once more like passing galaxies. She spent her days training, learning what she was truly capable of and her nights were for soothing her hurt.

Bucky was of two minds about the whole thing. He knew that he could help Y/N in a way that none of the others could but it broke his heart to see his best friend so hurt. No one knew why she had been avoiding Steve, well maybe Wanda did but there was no way she was going to say.

Steve needed to talk to her, to touch her and make sure she was real but whenever Y/N saw him, she would leave the room and isolate until it was time for her and Bucky to have their little chats. “I just keep dreaming about him. I don't remember his name or really what he looked like, but I know that he made me happy.”

She looked wistfully into the darkness as if trying to conjure him to appear before her. “It could be your mind trying to comfort itself, creating someone to deal with all the trauma you went through.”

Her brows furrowed. “But it feels so real, he felt so real.” Curling her shapely legs beneath her, Y/N leaned against the back of the couch, her eyes shifting upwards to the ceiling. This happened a lot, she would drown in her own mind, overwhelmed by the waves of emotion. 

“He might have been, a long time ago. But there is someone who is real that could help you.”

“Bucky-” Her gaze flicked down to him.

“No listen. Steve adores you and he cares for you in a way that I have never seen him care for someone before. You two need to hash out what ever the fuck has been going on.” His words carry a weight that Y/N already felt on her chest. “Let him help you.”

Taking in a deep breath, she tried to find the words to explain to him that she couldn't, when her breath caught in her throat. Emerging from the shadows, Steve loomed over the pair. Evidently, he had been working out, he donned his usual track pants and white t-shirt that was always a size too small. Sweat still glistened on his forehead, making his blond hair appear even darker.

Her head snapped to the former Winter Soldier, leveling him with a glare that sent a shot of fear down his spine. In that moment, he saw her become the goddess they all logically knew her to be, terrifying and beautiful. But her anger was controlled, measured. She knew he had told Steve to come up during their talk and he knew that she would get her revenge one way or another.

“You two need to talk. I'll see you in the morning.” Bucky began to reach out to touch her shoulder in a friendly gesture but faltered when he caught the flash of betrayal in her eyes.

Steve quickly took his place on the couch, his blue eyes boring into her soul. Guilt ignited in her veins. At first she avoided him because she was confused, her feelings were jumbled and running wild. But now, after having her brain turned into soup and put back together again by Wanda, she knew why.

“You, um you're looking a lot better.” 

“Thank you. I think I just needed some junk food and TV.” She huffed nervously. Every fibre of her body was telling her to run but she forced herself to stay, she owed him that. Reaching down, she fished her now cold cup of tea from the floor and cupped the ceramic gently between her palms. 

You're mine, little one. Heat soon flowed between her skin and the cup, quickly heating it back up. Steve looked at her in fascination as the tea began to steam. “Wow.”

She chuckled and curled into herself even more. “Pretty wild right?” He gave her that dazzling smile she knew so well, the one that made people around the country swoon when they saw it, his fake smile.

“Yeah, it's a neat trick.” She cringed at the insincere tone of his voice. Steve readjusted himself, his knees spreading wide so he could bend forward and plant his elbows onto his strong thighs. His fingers intertwined beneath his nose in a pose that screamed dominance. “So.”

“So?” He exhaled harshly through his nose.

“You've been avoiding me. No, don't try to argue, you have. I've spent days trying to figure out what I did wrong and I couldn't figure out what it was. But then, I overheard you and Wanda training.” Her heart dropped. She knew what conversation he was talking about.

“Y/N, I think we seriously need to talk about what your powers are tied to.” Confused, she glanced over at the witch and in the process, extinguished the flame floating freely before her.

“What do you mean?” She asked. Wanda sighed deeply from her place on the small bench they had dragged into the testing room. Her red hair hung heavily around her face, framing the devastating expression she was sporting. 

“Throughout everything, all your thoughts, your feelings, your fears, your hopes, they are tied to one person.” Her voice was soft like she was breaking bad news to Y/N.

“Steve?” 

“What? No. Loki you idiot!” 

Not convinced, Y/N shook her head. “No, I hate him, I want nothing to do with that piece of shit!” But her words held no conviction. Patting the spot beside her, Wanda gestured for the other woman to sit down with her.

“You say that but I have seen your mind. You may not have liked him at first, but you have grown to care for him. Your souls are intertwined like you have loved each other for decades. No matter what has happened, you do lo-”

“Shut up.” She snarled, suddenly turning on her friend. “You don't know what he did to me, what he caused. He is a monster, nothing more.” 

“I have seen him through your eyes! No matter how much you tell yourself that you despise him, it isn't true. I hate this as much as you do but it's a fact. You're in love with him.” There was a clatter from the opposite end of the room, causing both women to whip their heads around but there was nothing there.

Tentatively, Wanda faced Y/N again. “And he loves you. In some twisted, sick way, he needs you more than anything in this universe.” Fat tears streamed down her full cheeks as Wanda took her by the hands. “You need to admit that, and then we can move on.”

“Ok, fine.”

“You're avoiding me because he tricked you into falling in love with him!” The rage came swiftly like a summer storm. “He took you from us, from me! He forced you to marry him! And you're in love with him?!”

But her anger was the tsunami, not the rain. “You know what, fuck you Rogers. You don't know what I've been through and you certainly can't judge me for doing what I had to in order to survive.” 

“You need physiological help Y/N! You're obviously suffering from Stockholm Syndrome! I can help you! I can make it better!” He attempted to reach for her but she jerked away. His eyes flashed with pain at her rejection but she truly could not give less of a shit.

“Oh and what do you get out of this? You fix me and then what, I fall at your feet and offer to blow you as a thank you?” A dark pink flush spread across his cheeks and Y/N scoffed. She rose from her seat, slamming her mug of tea back down onto the coffee table in front of them. “That's what I thought. Don't speak to me again unless you're ready to actually fucking listen to me instead of pretending to be my hero. And tell Bucky that he can go fuck himself.”

Smoke rose from the empty cup, the only thing remaining was burnt tea leaves.

“I need to talk to my brother.”

“That's a weird way to say 'good morning my favourite human. Would you do me the honour of using your insanely large brains and good looks to contact my idiot brother?'” Tony didn't even bother to look up from his work as he answered but when Y/N didn't reply, he lifted his head.

She stood in the entryway to his lab, her expression that of pure hatred. He could see the heat around her, making the hardwood beneath her feet warp and curl from the flames within her. Her eyes were pure white, milky like those of a corpse. “My brother. Now.”

He had seen that look before, but it had been four years ago, looking into the eyes of a man that wanted to kill him and his entire species. How far had Loki sunk his claws into her?

“Ok ok just keep your pants on, this could take a minute.” That seemed to appease her as slowly, the colour returned to her irises almost like dye bleeding through white fabric. Her shoulders dropped and she staggered forward collapsing into a chair by his work bench. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Not really.” Came her response.

“Does it have something to do with the midnight rendezvous you've been having with the Manchurian Candidate? Or the mind melding with our wicked witch?” Y/N groaned and slipped from the chair, practically melting into the cool concrete of the floor.

“Sort of. It's mostly Steve though.” Tony glanced at her over the line of code he was writing so that Thor could be alerted. “He just- ugh I hate men!” 

“You can't have your big brother beat him up. No matter how much I dislike the Golden Boy, he's useful and the press like him, we don't need him dead.” 

Y/N sat up onto her elbows. The white streak of hair that she left out of her usual hair styles, falling perfectly over the left side of her face. “Please, I don't want to talk about it right now.”

“Riiight. Do you need your timeout room until point break gets here?” 

“Maybe a little bit.” He smiles kindly, as a father would to their child and nods his head towards the door diagonal to him.

“Go on, I'll have FRIDAY let you know when I get through to him.” With a groan, she pulled herself to her feet, staggering only once before she righted herself and slipped into the testing room. 

Tony turned back to his code but was interrupted once more as Y/N poked her head out from behind the door. “I know I don't say it enough, but thank you.”

“Go blow something up and stop bothering me.” He said dismissively but she heard the waiver of his voice.

“Whatever you say, old man.” 

The sound of small explosions soon became a white noise. The rumbling under his feet turned them numb but Tony didn't want to complain. He had seen her power, spying on her training with Wanda on occasion, only to be struck by what he had seen. 

Fire swirled around her like wind, a rainbow of reds and blue and whites. Her face was always at peace, her arms moving gracefully as she conducted an orchestra of destruction. But when she was mad, she really got mad. 

The flames became huge waves that would crash over her. Blind with rage, she would let it consume her whole until she collapsed in a heap. And today, seemed like one of those days.

Absent-mindedly, Tony switched on the fire suppression system for when the room got too hot and then returned to his work. The message had been sent out, now all he had to do was wait. 

“Where's Y/N? Did something happen? Is she ok?” The lights in the lab had brightened with the rising sun, but as usual, Tony was too absorbed in his own head to realise how much time had passed. The sudden panicked voice broke him from his thoughts.

He went to answer the frazzled god who stood in the slightly damaged doorway but found his throat was bone dry. He really needed to drink more water. So instead, he gestured vaguely to the training room and Thor took off. His huge bulk bumped into several tables, knocking a few important projects to the floor. He ignored Tony's hoarse shouts of protest in favour of almost ripping the door from its hinges to get to his sister.

But evidently, there was no need to panic. Y/N was sitting on the floor in the middle of the white room, covered in a white foam. Her expression was both one of absolute glee and extreme annoyance. “He could have just sprayed water on me and not this shit.” 

Thor's head dropped forward in relief. “That is not very dignified for a princess.”

“Suck my royal ass.” She retorted. She held her hand out and her brother wasted no time pulling her to her feet and into a tight hug.

“I'm glad you're alright, sister. Tony's message worried me.” Slowly, his arms unwound from her, letting her take a step back so their eyes could meet.

“I need to talk to you about something that none of the others would understand.” The strained tone behind her words, immediately sobered his mood.

“Very well, get cleaned up and I will take you somewhere private.” 

As it turns out, somewhere private was Thor's small cabin in Norway that had been set up for him a month after his sister's marriage. Apparently, he had gone mad with grief, falling into bad habits that put the other Avengers at risk. So they created a home for him in the wilderness where he could indulge without hurting others.

It was small, probably far too small for someone of his incredible stature, especially with all the little trinkets scattered around and framed photos on the walls. There were some generic stock photos of flowers or beaches but there were also candid shots of their friends, a gorgeous one of Jane in her lab, and a copy of the photo of Y/N that Tony had on his desk.

“I hope this is far enough away for you to be comfortable.” Thor said nervously, his anxiety spiked at what she could need from him. 

“Thor, we could have just gone to my room, but I appreciate the effort.” She chuckled as she ran her fingers over the photo of her brother very obviously drunk with his arms wrapped around Peter and an inebriated Sam. “You've got a lot of pictures here.”

“Yes! Cameras are such a magnificent invention, certainly better than sitting for portraits for hours on end as a child.” Y/N glanced back at her brother from over her shoulder.

“Do you have any portraits here? I bet you were such a cute kid.” He visibly lit up. With ginger steps, he scooted around her and walked further into the cabin.

He disappeared into what she presumed was the bedroom at the back of the house. There was a brief moment of silence and then a crash, followed by some truly explicit curses. Thor soon emerged with a small box in one hand and a red splotch on his forehead which he was currently rubbing with his free palm.

“I stole these from mother but I guess she knew because she gave me more.” He squeezed into one of the small kitchen chairs. Y/N had the distinct thought that he looked like an adult trying to sit in a child's seat. He laid the box down in front of him and carefully lifted the ornate lid, letting Y/N catch a brief glimpse of the collection of papers inside.

Without needing to be told, she sat opposite him, elbows on the table, hands folded beneath her soft jaw in waiting. The first he pulled out was a simple sketch of Frigg. She looked far younger than Y/N remembered her. She was gazing out a window, wind blowing through her loose hair. “She's beautiful.” 

“Indeed, our mother is a handsome woman.” He simply commented and moved on quickly. The next was of him as a baby, she could tell because of the shock of blond hair atop his head and huge blue eyes. He was being held by his mother as Odin stood proudly next to them, his armour gleaming even through the medium of paints. 

Many photos followed after, showing his slow progression of growing up, but as he was in the middle of a story about the first time he held a sword (at the ripe old age of three), Y/N froze, her entire body going stock still. “Who is this?”

Thor stood beside another boy, his arm wrapped around his shoulders. He was taller than the other but they looked to be similar in age, around their mid teens. He was smiling broadly while the boy under his arm kept a straight face. His black hair was slicked back, away from his face, highlighting the high cheek bones that would emerge with puberty and his shocking green eyes. It was the boy from her dreams.

Before Thor could answer, she flipped the small portrait over to read the inscription left in the corner of the canvas, written in Frigg's hand. Thor and my little star.

“Oh, I didn't realise that was in here.” He was avoiding the question.

“I-I've been dreaming about this boy. I knew him a long time ago, before my mother died.” 

“Are you positive that it's the same boy in your dreams?” He implored, his jaw set and brow furrowed.

“Of course I am! I've been seeing him almost every night and whenever Wanda got into my head.” The air seemed to freeze with tension, and then shattered as a sudden epiphany came over the older god.

“Sister, it seems you have known Loki for far longer than any of us have realised.” Her gaze dropped back down to the image in her hands, focusing on the boy as her fingers unconsciously reached for the necklace hidden beneath her shirt.

“What in the actual fuck?”

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Ella gets her first period while Y/N is out of town but, thankfully, Loki is gender-fluid & knows just how to handle his daughter’s first period. He does so with such love & care & respect like the true boss of a dad he is. 💖

Female Nature

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Ella

Summary: Ella gets her first period, while her mom is out on a shopping trip and therefore not available. Luckily, her dad is.

Warnings: talks about period things, fluff, mentions of gender swapping, Loki being the best dad ever

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: Sorry for not posting this yesterday as promised. I felt a bit shitty, but today is a brand new day and I feel better! ☺️

That was very interesting to write, I have to say. Thanks @aagn360 for challenging me with this! ☺️ I hope it's okay how I build in the gender-fluid part. 🙈 I never wrote something like this before, so please go easy on me. 🙈

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Masterlist °☆• Baby Fever Masterlist

It was a quiet day in the Avengers compound today. Rain clattered against the window panes and the sky was grey and dark. Loki had made himself comfortable on the sofa, with a thin, green blanket wrapped around his legs and, of course, a book in his hands. There was no mission waiting for the God, so what else to do on such a day than read a book?

Loki was completely sunken into the story of the book - until some quite loud noises ripped him out of the world he had dived into. Quick footsteps, shuffling, the slam of a door. "Ella?" The God called out his daughter's name, but received no answer. Frowning, he put the book aside, swept the blanket off his body and got up. He made his way from the living room down the hallway and to her room; gently knocking on the door. "Ella?" Again, no answer. He knocked again. Nothing. Slowly, he pressed down the door handle and opened the door, "Princess?" and peeked inside. The room was empty. Frowning even more, Loki backed up and closed the door again. That was the moment, where he heard some quiet noises again - and they were clearly coming from the bathroom. So, without hesitation, the God turned around and walked over to the bathroom. The door was closed shut, so Loki knocked. "Ella?" This time, he got a response, but a shaky and unsteady one. "Y-Yeah?" Loki knew immediately that something was wrong. His fatherly instincts kicking in; with two kids sharpened to the brim. "Everything alright?" "Uh, y-yes, n-no, I, uh..." The teenager stammered out, not knowing what to say to her father - who was frowning even more, if that was even physically possible... "Mom... I need mom. C-Can you get her for me, p-please?" She needed her mother? "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but mom went out on a small shopping trip with Narfi, Jane and your cousin, since it's such a rainy day today. I thought mom told you?" A loud sigh, accompanied by some incoherent words could be heard from the other side of the door. "Yes, she did, but, I-I forgot about it..." Loki could swear that Ella was fighting the tears, according to the sound of her voice, which caused his heart to ache. No father wanted to see or hear his child cry... Never. No matter how old.

"I know you want your mother, but... Maybe I can help you as well? What is it, princess?" "N-No, no, I... Mom is the only one who can help me. I-I just wait here for her." As much as Loki wanted to accept this, he couldn't. He couldn't just leave his daughter like that, could he? "Are you sure about that?" "Yes. S-Sorry, dad, but that's a, uh, women thing..." Once more, the God was frowning. A women th- Ohhh... Suddenly the scales fell from his eyes. Now he knew what Ella's 'problem' was. Or well... He assumed it.

The God stayed quiet for quite a few moments, considering what he should do now. Should he stay? Or walk away? Loki decided for the latter in the end. Quietly, he leaned against the door frame, resting his head on the closed bathroom door. "Is this the first time?" He asked with a gentle voice. For a moment, there was nothing. No response. Not even a peep. But then... "W-What?" Ella's voice urged to his ears, audibly surprised. "Are you having your period for the first time, princess?" Loki wasn't neither afraid, nor ashamed to talk about this topic. In fact, it was actually very important and an absolute natural thing. After meeting and falling in love with you, it became more important to him. "I-I, uh, I..." The God could tell from the sound of his daughter's voice, that she was slightly embarrassed about this, now that he had figured out what the problem was. "You don't have to be embarrassed about this, Ella. It's a natural thing. A part of being a woman. I don't judge you or think it's disgusting. It's not." Loki paused for a short moment, before he continued to speak. "I can help you, if you let me. I know where mom keeps the pads and tampons." Another few seconds ticked by, until he received an answer. "O-Okay... Can you, uh, can you get me something?" Loki smiled to himself, glad that Ella decided to trust him in this. "Of course. Give me a minute, I'll be right back." With those words, Loki went straight to the little sideboard in his and your bedroom; opening the drawer in which he knew you kept your hygiene products. He grabbed different pads and tampons, and made his way back to the bathroom. "Alright, I got it." "Okay." Ella's voice was quiet, still fighting with being not embarrassed about the situation she found herself in. "Is the door locked, Ella?" Loki asked his daughter gently. "Uh, n-no, but..." "I'm not going to come in, I promise. I'm just handing you over the things you need." He tried to give her a better feeling, respecting her privacy. "O-Okay." "Okay." Loki opened the door slowly, but just ajar. Wide enough, that his arm was able to fit through. "There you go." He felt Ella's hands taking the pads and tampons from his hand. "Thanks, dad." Loki closes the door with a smile, happy that she accepted his help. "Of course, princess. No problem at all." With that taken care of, he decided to leave Ella alone now, giving her some space and more privacy. "I'll be in the living room in case you need me." "O-Okay."

Ten minutes later - Loki was already back on the sofa, reading, he heard soft footsteps approaching. Looking up from the book, he saw Ella entering the room. "You okay?" She nodded, with cheeks slightly reddened, hut nevertheless smiling softy at her father. "Can I do something else for you? Do you want a cup of tea? Chocolate? A hot-water bottle?" "Uh, tea would be nice?" "Alright." Loki stood up again, laid his book aside for the second time, "Sit down." and went to the kitchen, in order to make Ella a big cup of peppermint tea. It was her favourite - and Loki knew that, of course.

"Your tea, my princess." Ella couldn't suppress the giggle, which threatened to leave her lips at Loki's gallant choice of words. Her father never failed to make her smile. Never. "Thanks." He gave her a smile as well, plopping on the sofa beside her, while she took a small sip. "Dad, how do you know so much about, uh, period things?" The teenager with pitch black raven curls asked, unable to hold back her curiosity. "From mom?" The God shook his head. "No, actually not. Well, I know some things from your mother, but..." He hesitated. Was he really going to tell this Ella? Was she ready to know it? Maybe this was the perfect opportunity... "But?" She asked; matching blue orbs looking into his. "Well..." Loki started, clearing his throat. "You may believe me or not, but... If I would want to, I could turn myself into a woman." Ella blinked. She had expected a lot, but not this. "Hold on, what? You can turn yourself into a woman? A real woman with, uh, you know?" He nodded. "Yes. I could swap my gender - if I wanted to." Ella's eyes widened. She was clearly surprised now. "Did you ever do it?" "Yes, once. Back when I was a teenager on Asgard. It's a long story, but basically Sif was the reason. After that, I never did it again." "Woah... Just... Woah... Dad... After all those years you still manage to surprise me. I thought I know everything about you… Wait, does mom know?" Loki chuckled, nodding. "She does, yes." "Do you plan on doing it again sometime?" Ella continued to drill her dad with questions - what was completely alright for the God. He didn't have any qualms answering them. "No. I feel more comfortable as a man – the way I was born. It was a one-time thing... And besides, I think your mom prefers for me to stay a man as well." Loki couldn't help but add this slightly ambiguous remark, causing Ella to scrunch her face. "Daaad!" She whined, shaking her head. "I don't wanna know that!" Loki just chuckled in amusement at his daughter's visible disgust, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Sorry, princess. I just couldn't help myself." Ella rolled her eyes, was well aware of her dad's mischievous nature, but nevertheless cuddled closer against his side.

A few silent moments passed. "Are you really okay? I know, I'm not your mother, but-" The teenager immediately shook her head. "You were amazing, dad. Thank you." "Of course. Anything for you."

[quelquechosedhorrible]

I Can Explain, Really

@creativepromptsforwriting #379 inspired

“The stains were impossible to hide and hard to explain.”

@creativepromptfills

Written for @lokibingo

Square I3: “Oh, don’t worry; the blood isn’t mine.”

An “everybody lives in the tower as a happy found family, and, yes, Loki’s there too” fic with banter then fluff between Loki and teen!reader. And Reid is a friend’s name, so I just used it.

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You tried to be as quick and soft-footed as you could, basically gently hopping on the balls of your feet and trying to do your best impression of a gazelle as you moved down the hallways. You wore only socks as to even further minimize any noise you’d normally make. Your objective? Make it to the laundry room without running into anyone or alerting anybody to your whereabouts.

Balled up in your fist was your school gym t-shirt. All you had to do was get it washed before anybody saw you. You made one final jump, landing on the wood laminate of the laundry room. Yessss! You thought to yourself. As you opened up the washing machine, you heard a voice, low and smooth, behind you in your left ear.

“What are you up to, Y/N?”

You spun around, startled. “Shit, Loki! What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” You huffed out a breath trying to calm your rapidly beating heart.

“I asked you first. I saw you, leaping about like a graceless, newborn deer. What are you trying, and failing at I might add, to be all stealth about?” He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing you.

“What? Nothing,” you answered quickly. Too quickly.

“What are you hiding behind your back?” Loki had caught you trying to keep the hand with your shirt pinned between you and the washing machine. He didn’t wait for an answer before reaching around and yanking it from your grasp.

“Hey!” You yelled, but any further protestations we’re cut off.

“Y/N, what in the world is this?” Loki gasped as he let your shirt unfurl. There were several rather large bloodstains on the torso area. His gaze went from your gym shirt to the current shirt you were wearing, wondering what wounds you could be hiding. “Are you injured?” His brows furrowed in concern.

“No, no; it’s nothing like that.”

“Then what is it?” He demanded. “If some sniveling child at your school is harming you, I swear on Odin’s beard, I—”

Now it was your turn to cut him off, especially before he got so angry and worked up over non-existent bullying. Though you had to admit you were touched at how much he, and the other heroes, cared for you.

“Oh, don’t worry; this blood isn’t mine.”

This statement did absolutely nothing to ease his alarm.

“What?!” He shouted. Loki then realized his outburst might bring other team members to the two of you. He lowered his voice. “Have you harmed someone? Did you kill them?”

“What? No!”

“Must I help you hide a body?” In the span of a little over a minute, Loki had gone from suspicion, to concern, to earnest panic.

“For a frost giant, you have zero chill,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Also, if you’re willing to help me hide a body, I guess I can probably come to you with just about any problem I have. Good to know. No, I didn’t kill anybody.”

“Then what’s the meaning of this?” Loki gestured towards you with your bloodied shirt.

You hesitated. “Well…” You started slowly, drawing out the word. “I nailed Reid in the face with a dodgeball during PE, and Coach wrote me up.”

“Why would he write you up for an accident during class?”

“It wasn’t an accident,” you admitted looking at your feet.

“Why would you hit her in the face on purpose? I thought you and Reid were friends.”

“We had an argument, and she was being a bitch. But after I did it, her nose started bleeding, and I felt really bad about it. I apologized and gave her my shirt to hold against her face.”

Loki nodded in understanding. “Ah, that explains the blood. How did your teacher know it was on purpose? It’s my understanding the goal of this dodgeball game is to hit people with the ball, though not in the face of course.”

You were quiet. “Y/N…” Loki coaxed, his voice slightly stern.

“I might have shouted ‘Take that, you mewling quim’,” you muttered quietly.

Loki let out an audible sigh through his nose.

“I thought it’d be classier than straight up calling her a whiny c—”

“Stop,” Loki said abruptly. You were still looking towards the floor. “Y/N, look at me.”

You reluctantly looked up at him though your chin was still pointed slightly downward.

“Is Reid alright?”

“Yeah, the bleeding stopped fairly quickly. No permanent damage to her nose.”

“And did the two of you settle your differences? You’re still friends?” He asked.

“I think so; yeah.”

Loki pulled you in for a hug. “I suppose that’s what matters then.”

“Sooo..I’m not in trouble? You won’t tell the others?” You felt Loki move one of his hands to cradle the back of your head.

“No, my dear. We’ll keep this between us.”

“Thanks.” You pulled back slightly from the hug to look up at him. “Loki, do you really think I’m capable of killing someone?”

“Well, you can get incredibly angry during weekend game night,” he said with a small smile.

“Hey! I’m just really competitive; I hate losing,” you pouted.

“I know, I know; I hate losing too.” He again pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. “And I truly do hope you feel you can come to me with anything that troubles you.”

You smiled and nodded against his chest. The phone rang, and you heard Steve pick up. After a few murmured words you couldn’t make out, he bellowed, “They have in school suspension next week for doing what?!” You looked up at Loki with widened eyes.

“Perhaps you should have focused on intercepting the phone call from the school rather than washing your shirt,” Loki said looking down at you.

“Y/N!” Steve shouted from the living room.

“Loki, hide me!”

[tommysm0ondust]

‼️LOKI SEASON 2 EP 4 SPOILERS‼️

I'm. what. what the fuck. what do I even say.

please if anyone noticed hints in the credits tell me cuz what the hell.

I was like "ok they won't kill Timely" AND THEN. HUH.

DUDE.

WHAT

man this episode was good

"we are gods" TEEHEE

also Mobius and Loki fighting over who's in the suit was so funny. I love them sm.

ALSO ALSO, when he was talking to Sylvie he was like "it's safe bc of Mobius........ and B-15" I swear he was probably only thinking of Mobius and then remembered B-15. He loves him so much hahaha (I'm delusional)

but no fr I'm loving their dynamic and I really do not see loki and Sylvie being a thing this time around.

last season they tried to make em all like cutesy and stuff but not this time, which I like as a Lokius shipper🫶💥 (no hate to sylki shippers tho you do you‼️^^)

I LOVED Loki and Sylvie using their magic🫶🫶🫶 their my bbgs.

the end of the episode was just. wtf. as I said in the beginning of the post. HE JUST IMMEDIATELY GOT SPAGHETTIFIED. LIKE. AHHH.

also what the hell is gonna happen next episode.

how are they gonna live. that thing just exploded. they're not gonna escape that

ALSO RAVONNA LITERALLY. KILLED THEM. ALL OF EM. uhhhhhh the noises in that scene made me feel SICK ☹️☹️☹️☹️

the ONE time I was just HOPING for a post credits scene we don't get one grrrrrr

how will I wait a week now.

ok that's it. I needed to rant a bit about this episode because I think I went through every emotion in existence.

[sprites4ever]

We just Run

Season 1 Episode 1 - New House, Old Life, New Love

Audiobook by Harry M. Frazer a.k.a. S4E

In this first episode of a potential series, meet Alex Martinez, an unending source of high-flying, low-spelunking and everything-in-between adventure.

When her obsession with ancient buildings and people gets her to Italy, she makes a fateful encounter that will change the life of her and her family forever.

Ancient conspiracies, monsters, government agents, violence, property damage, wild romance, dark secrets hidden behind one's own face and death waiting around every corner...

Or, as Alex calls it: 'Tuesday'.

RATED 16+ FOR

Violence

Swearing

Sensitive Topics

NOTES

For those who would like to read along, a written version is below.

If one doesn't count the price of the hard- and software used, this was made on a budget of zero dollars.

This isn't on YouTube because they would wreck me for the copyrighted music I'm using as temp art. Yes, I could have AI/LLM-generated some soulless placeholders for music, voice acting and even for storyboards, especially given my budget of zero dollars, but guess what? This is my passion project, and I will only treat it with my artistic skill, as well as that of selected, paid other individuals (if I get a budget), and not with number sludge. I'd rather rig together an audio drama with sticks and stones for now, than to use AI/LLM garbage. For the same reason, I can only apologize for my thick German accent and any background noise.

HARDWARE USED

Samsung Galaxy A22 5G

Windows 10 PC with 3,4 gHz intel CPU, 8 GB VRAM NVidia RTX 2070 GPU, 16 GB RAM, 1 TB SSD, Air Cooling Solution, WiFi 6 Card

My brain

My hands

My voice

SOFTWARE USED

Samsung Recorder App

Google Drive

Adobe Audition 2023 (I'm the idiot who actually pays for Adobe)

My mind (Do not recommend)

COPYRIGHTED MUSIC USED AS PLACEHOLDERS

Nintendo - Super Mario Galaxy 2 Original Soundtrack: Starship Mario

Henry Jackman, MARV and 20th Century FOX - Kingsman: The Sectret Service Original Soundtrack: To Become A Kingsman

C.M. Young, Team ASOBI and Sony Interactive Entertainment - Astro Bot Original Soundtrack: Drake's BOTune (Original by Greg Edmonson, Naughty Dog and Sony Interactive Entertainment - Uncharted Original Soundtrack: Nate's Theme)

Henry Jackman, Naughty Dog and Sony Interactive Entertainment - Uncharted 4: A Thief's End Original Soundtrack: Lure Of Adventure

Natalie Holt, Marvel Studios and Disney - Marvel's Loki Original Soundtrack: Loki Green Theme

[writingfics-passingtime]

Would you write for Hawkeye? If so my song is ‘Que Sera Sera’. If not, please could you do it with Loki instead? :D x

Of My Own

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Que Sera Sera

Pairing: Clint Barton x reader (platonic, no pronouns used)

Word Count: 770

CW: Minor swearing, hospitals

Note: Thank you for your request! I thought this little story fit quite nicely with the feel and lyrics of the song. I hope you love it too 💜

“It’s gonna be okay, Clint,” you murmured with firm eyes fixed on the console and knuckles turning pale and sore around the controls.

One of Clint’s hands shielded his eyes, the other clutched his stomach. “This is controlled airspace, you-”

“You think I give a rat’s ass about controlled airspace right now?” You tensed further, pushing the chopper close to its limits. The cockpit rumbled with the speed. Air resistance felt different when it was holding you back from the hospital. It felt like an enemy.

Curse the atmosphere, you had places to be.

Clint made a concerning noise from the jump seat and you felt the weight of the moment. “We’re gonna make it,” you promised in a whisper. He clutched his stomach tighter. “Hold it in, Barton.”

You could sense his eyes were closed behind his hand. This was a new kind of anxiety - one you hadn’t seen from him in all the years he was your partner.

“Just get me there in one piece,” was what he managed to mutter out before you jammed a finger onto the comms transmitter.

“HAWK32, hotel-alpha-whiskey-kilo-three-two, requesting permission to land on MercyOne helipad. Two minutes out. Repeat, hotel-alpha-whiskey-kilo-three-two, requesting permission to land. Over.”

The silence that followed was unsettling but you surged ahead, knowing you weren’t really asking permission. You’d land this chopper on that hospital roof come hell or high water.

“MercyOne air traffic control to HAWK32. Permission granted. Can you advise condition of the patient? Over.”

You’d way overestimated the amount of time it would take to land since you’d never pushed the bird this hard. “Thank you, control. HAWK32 approaching to land. Patient is not with us. HAWK32 out.”

Your fingers found the volume and turned it all the way down before they could question you. Clint forced a wry smile from the corner of your eye. He was white as a sheet. “You’re gonna be okay, Clint,” you called over the whizz of the air shifting and swiping all around the cabin. “You’re gonna be great, in fact.”

The helicopter touched down with less finesse than usual, but you got the job done. Clint was frozen in place, perhaps a bit shocked. You didn’t turn the engine off, reaching over to start unclipping his seatbelt but he seemed to realise this was really happening. He freed himself, giving you one final and severe look before bolting out of the chopper and towards the hospital wards.

Your anticipating smile lingered after him. Only after he disappeared into the building did you take off again, on a mission to bring the helicopter back to a S.H.I.E.L.D-sanctioned hangar.

It was a couple of hours before you made your way back to the hospital, but that was okay; Clint was going to be great. You didn’t doubt that for a second. He was always great.

Still, that didn’t do much to ease the incessant bouncing off your leg in the waiting room as you tried and failed to focus on anything else.

After another hour or two, and a few cardboard cups of terrible hospital coffee, an older nurse entered the waiting room to call your name. You stood at once, almost spilling the granulated coffee remnants, and looked to her with something of a question in your glance. Her smile-framed brown eyes were warm and relieved behind her mask, and she said you were welcome to come in and visit.

The walk to the room was the longest you’d had in your life, but you’d climb Everest to live that moment all over again: that moment you entered the room to see the most perfect picture for the first time.

Clint looked over at you, beaming. Laura, from the hospital bed, looked over with the fondness of an old friend and welcomed you in. The image of the two of them was familiar enough, but there was something new to add to that portrait.

“Hey,” Clint grinned at you, though, mostly at the tiny bundle in his arms.

He turned to give you a better view of the little piece of heaven wrapped up in cotton. Something in you swelled at the sight of the tiny nose and the tiny rise and fall of steady breathing from beneath the white fabric.

You breathed out a “wow,” before taking a step forward, eyes beginning to blur with the joy of the moment.

Clint locked looks with you only for a second to say, “This is Lila,” before turning back to his daughter, cocooned in a love so tangible it reminded you of the way the sky wrapped you two up safely and delivered him here for this moment.

He already acted like the most natural parent in the world. You grinned.

He was going to be great.

[atlasscrumpit]

Steve x reader

(he/him reader)

You sat on the roof of the avengers tower, smoking a cigarette.

You knew if Steve found you, you'd be dead. But, you couldn't help it. You were stressed out of your mind.

Suddenly the sun was blocked out and you looked up to see Steve above you.

"Fuck." You muttered as he reached down and grabbed the cigarette out of your hand and extinguished it.

"Y/N." He warned as you groaned.

"I know, I know. It's terrible for me and I'll die young." You muttered as Steve sat beside you.

"Is it because Thor and Loki are coming today?" Steve asked as you rested your head on the wall behind you and sighed.

"You know how hard this shit is for me." You muttered, Steve decided to not scold you for swearing.

"I know reliving your life on Asgard isn't ideal, but I've seen you get through it. And I also know I can get you through it if you feel like you can't." Steve said as you chuckled.

"Well, I liked the way you got me through it last time." You said as he chuckled and shook his head.

"No shame, huh?" He said, making you chuckle.

"Come on, Steve. You know your dick gets me..." You were about to finished before Steve stood up.

"Okay, I'm out." Steve said as you quickly got up and grabbed him.

"Alright! I'm sorry, I'll behave." You said making him smile and pull you towards him.

He kissed your cheek as you chuckled.

"Come on, I'm about to see my cousins. At least kiss me on the lips to get me through this." You said as he rolled his eyes and leaned in to kiss you.

"My room after everything, okay?" Steve said as you smiled and nodded.

"Thanks, Cap."

--

You sat at the kitchen waiting for your annoying ass cousins to arrive.

You were dreading it.

The elevator made a noise as you groaned and stood up.

The elevator opened and you looked up to see them looking like they always did.

"Cousin!" Thor shouted as you ran behind Steve.

"No, you're not breaking my ribs!" You shouted as Thor chuckled.

He grabbed your and wrapped his arms around you as you groaned.

Thor let go of you before you looked at Loki.

"Cousin." He grumbled as you rolled your eyes.

"Good to see you too." You muttered looking away from him.

"Well, we have a lot to talk about. Hopefully Y/N won't be joining us. We don't need a child talking about important information." Loki said as you clenched your fists, you felt Steve step beside you.

"Loki, enough. Put everything aside, this is just business." Steve said as Loki walked away.

You groaned and got ready for the meeting.

--

Three hours later you felt like you wanted to rip your own heart out.

You watched Thor talk on and on before you felt Steve's hand go onto your thigh, you turned to look at him and smiled softly.

"Hang in there." He whispered as you reached and held onto his hand under the table.

After another half hour you were finally finished.

You groaned and exited the meeting room.

"Go up to my room, I'll be there in a moment." Steve said as you nodded. You were about to leave before Loki snarled something to you.

"Disgrace, just go wherever your master tells you, don't you?" He said as you narrowed your eyes at him, you went to go punch him but he disappeared and laughed from behind you.

"Still falling for that?" He asked as you closed your eyes and tried to calm down.

"Says the one that betrayed Asgard and killed our people. Fucking frost giant!" You shouted spitting at him, Loki was about to attack you before Thor grabbed him and Steve grabbed you.

"Fuck you!" You screamed as Loki laughed.

"You're fucking pathetic, no wonder you were expelled from Asgard. You're own father couldn't even love you." He growled as you tried to escape Steve's grip.

"Your father is a fucking frost giant that didn't even want a fucking runt like you! Not to mention Odin who regretted saving you!" You shouted back before Loki teleported out of Thor's grip and summoned his knife, swiping at you and cutting your cheek.

Steve pulled you behind him and disarmed Loki before throwing him back at Thor.

"Enough! Y/N, go and wait upstairs. Thor take Loki back to Asgard, our meeting is over." Steve demanded as you groaned and walked away from them, heading upstairs to Steve's room.

A year ago you would've screamed and trashed the room, but you'd come a long way from that.

Kind of.

"That little fucking snake!" You shouted throwing a pillow across the room.

You collapsed onto Steve's bed and sighed, waiting for him.

Eventually you heard the door close and looked up to see Steve entering.

You sat up and looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't...I shouldn't let it get to me anymore." You whispered with guilt in your voice as Steve sat beside you.

"Y/N, I'm not angry at you. You handled yourself well against him, I didn't think he would still stoop that low." He whispered as you ran your hand through your hair and sighed.

"I hate him so much." You whispered, shaking your head.

"Lay down." Steve said as you crawled up to the bed and laid down, Steve laid beside you and you instantly cuddled into his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

"I'll help you forget about today, okay?" He whispered as yiu nodded and did your best to focus on Steve.

"It's just us." Steve whispered making you smile softly.

"It's just us."

[the1stwintersoldier]

[Im bored, so ima make a thor x bucky x loki story cause I haven't seen one of those yet. Also, NO INCEST bc thays weird and before this starts their will probably be SWEARING, and probably in my other future books or whatever]

M-Me?

Buckys pov

I jolted awake as I heard loud bangs, threats, and screams. I sighed as I rolled my eyes and gently jumped out of bed. I quickly made my way to the kitchen where the noise was coming from. I stood at the doorway and coughed. As soon as I did so, both brothers looked at me while both of them had daggers to each other's throats, like literally. I sighed as I looked at the both of them while saying, "Can't you guys just stop fighting?." I said kinda pissed off, and annoyed that this was happening again. Soon, both of them backed off of each other, but both still had their daggers ready in case the other tried anything. I sighed once again in annoyance before speaking again. "Why can't you two not fight for the thrown for once?" I asked angrily. only to be laughed at by the pair. "ITS NOT FUNNY," I yelled at the ignorant brothers in front of me, only to be laughed at once again but harder. Only for loki to say. "Do you really think we would be fighting over that?" He said practically on the floor. "W-well yea. What else would you be fighting over? "You, stupid," thor replied, I stood their stunned for a bit before saying. "M-me?" But before i could say anything else, loki butted in saying. "Yes, you dumbass," they both suddenly started coming closer to me, I slowly started walking back, a little bit intimidated by both men. Soon, my back collided with the wall while two figures towered over me. I immediately turned as red as I felt a warm sensation on my lips, but it ended quite quickly but thankfully replaced by another pair of lips. After we pulled apart, I looked up only to stare into Loki's warm, dark eyes. They both soon took me to the lounge room, and before I could ask anything, they asked me, "So, who will it be?" I was still a bit baffled at the things that had just happened, but my mind started racing, confused on who to pick, if this was real, and what the fuck just happened. But I came to the conclusion that I wanted both. I took a deep breath in, hoping that they would say yes, happily, and not be disgusted with me. "I-I want b-both of y-you." I shut my eyes tightly only to feel two strong pairs of arms wrap around me. I slowly opened my eyes and asked them, "a-aren't you disgusted w-with m-me?" They both chuckled at my question while thor responded, saying,"we were hoping you'd say that. " they then both kissed the top of my head, then my cheaks, and then my lips I almost instantly turned bright red. Looking down, I whispered, "c-can we m-maybe g-go cuddle?" I asked a little shyly. They both smiled warmly as they both lifted my head with their fingers. I smiled shyly and took both their hands as I led them to my room to cuddle.

[Ik, ik, it's shit. suck it up, idrc, that much. Also, sorry for the quick and basic ass ending. idrk what to write, so if you have any suggestions, please tell me. just no incest, straight ships, or top bucky and only the Avengers. Sorry if that is too much to ask for, btw.]

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Time in Flames

Summary: Estrid Odrsdottir has experienced much tragedy in her life. When her fiance, Prince Loki of Asgard, is executed in front of her very eyes, she swears vengeance on those that took everything away from her. After killing the All-Father, she is taken into TVA custody only to be thrown into a mission to hunt down and stop a man similar to her, a man that has lost everything.

Mered Rainer, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., finds himself a wanted man when he finds out the the organization has been infiltrated by Hydra. Hunted by the Winter Soldier, Mered finds himself in the hands of the TVA when he kills his would be assassin. Teaming up with a few variants, he plots a way to escape the grasp of the Time Variance Authority without much luck. Can the two find common ground in order to save the known multiverse?

Chapter 2: Guardian

In a banquet hall in Tel Aviv, Israel, men and women from around the world dressed in dresses and tuxedos. One in particular carefully watched the room. He looked young and rich enough to blend into the crowd. His brown hair combed back at an angle and dressed in his own expensive tux and he played the part well. The only thing that made him stand out were his different colored eyes, one gray and one green. He moved slowly, smiling at guests and shaking hands. No one, but everyone seemed like a threat. For every happy couple, there was a woman standing nervously or a man glaring in his direction.

“Anything out of place?” Maria Hill asked through the earpiece in the young man’s ear.

“Nothing yet,” he said, remaining in character. “Still haven’t found the target.”

Maria let out a long sigh. “Just stay on comms and let us know when you’ve found her.”

The banquet was going off without a hitch. It didn’t seem right. Being in places like this wasn’t a commonality for him. At least not when they weren’t in the middle of a hostage situation. Even the most remotely out of place movement put him internally on edge. After a few minutes of searching, one glance over his shoulder was all it took to find who he was looking for. A young woman with black hair and olive skin sat at the bar on the far end of the room.

The agent sat next to the woman and ordered a drink. He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. She wore a long, blue silk dress with silver jewelry. She may not have been innocent, but she was naive.

“What is a delicate lily such as yourself doing in a place like this?” he asked in Hebrew.

The young woman giggled. “Your Hebrew is terrible. I admire the effort, but it is not necessary.”

“It is such a beautiful language,” he said. “And for someone as magnificent as you, I’m more than willing to embarrass myself if it means getting your attention.”

The woman pursed her lips into a smile as she traced the brim of her drink with her finger. “I’m not as great as you think.”

“I think there is more to you than you think.” he smiled warmly. “Does the lily have a name?”

“Kefira,” she answered “My name is Kefira.”

“So the lily is a lioness.” the agent said. “I’m Mered. And I am truly blessed to have the privilege of sitting here next to you.”

Kefira’s smile widened shyly. “Are you attempting to charm me?”

“I couldn’t help but try,” he said playfully.

Kefira traced the back of Mered’s hand. “Who said you had to try that hard?”

Mered let himself give her a confident smile. He took a moment to look into Kefira’s eyes. “So why are you here?”

“My father is an Israeli ambassador. He asked me to come. Who was I to deny him?” she answered.

Mered scanned the room. The white noise of the guests seemed to deafen. It was an instinct that he had developed over years. It was hardly ever a good sign.

That’s when agent Hill’s voice came through his earpiece. “Four men are moving in on your location. You need to get out of there.”

Taking a deep breath, Mered caressed the back of Kefira’s hand. “Do you want to go somewhere a little less busy?”

Kefira said nothing. She just stood up and took Mered’s hand, guiding him down the hall. Mered looked over his shoulder to see two men in black suits following at a distance. He had to get them closer.

Further into the hotel, Mered stopped Kefira and backed her up to the wall. He kissed her softly, freezing her where they stood. “Stay here,” he spoke softly.

She nodded slowly. He walked toward the corner where the men that were following turned it. He grabbed the first man by the head and slammed it into the sharp corner. The second man drew out his handgun, but Mered grabbed his wrist and snapped it. The agent then landed a roundhouse to the attacker’s temple. Both men lay on the floor unconscious.

Two more assailants came from the other end of the hall with their guns drawn. They must have heard the commotion from the altercation with their partners. Mered pulled out his own handgun, opening fire before they could even fire off a shot. The fourth man got off a few shots before Mered shot him several times. What looked like blue veins spread through the man’s face as he fell to the ground. Mered turned to Kefira who was sitting against the wall, shaking where he had left her.

“Mered,” Kefira barely managed a squeak. “What is happening?”

The young man pulled her up to her feet. “Kefira Levy, my name is Mered Rainer. I’m an agent with S.H.I.E.L.D. I’ve been assigned to protect you. Now, I need you to come with me. There is a safe room just down the hall. We need to go there and I’ll explain more there. Do you understand?”

Kefira looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with fear in her eyes. She looked at each of the four men that lay on the floor. “Are they–”

��Unconscious,” Mered interrupted. He showed her his weapon. It was a semi-automatic pistol with blue accents on the back of the slide. “It’s an icer. It temporarily incompacitates its target.”

“Agent Rainer,” Hill called. “We lost our birds-eye view in the main banquet hall.”

Mered took a deep breath. This night kept getting better and better. “Come with me.”

He led the young woman down the hall to the door of a hotel room. Unlocking the door, he ushered Kefira into the room. He sat her down in a corner next to the bed. “Stay away from the window. I’ll be back.”

He went into the bathroom. He changed his tuxedo for his tactical suit. An all black combat kevlar combat uniform, complemented by brown, fingerless, leather gloves, brown belt, and boots. Donning a helmet that fitted itself to his head he looked in the mirror. The helmet had a face covering and a transparent visor. A symbol resembling a white eagle marked his shoulder.

One last look in the mirror. At a second glance he decided to remove the helmet. Kefira was scared. She needed to see a friendly face. He walked out of the bathroom and knelt down next to Kefira. Tears had streaked down her face. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She was probably used to threats, but it is different when the threat is real. He handed her his icer.

“Take this and stay here.” Mered ordered. “Do not leave this room.” He put his helmet back on, grabbed an extra icer and cracked open the door.

He made his way, clearing the way to the banquet hall. He looked up to find a gunman on the catwalk where an agent was supposed to be. His rifle was aimed at the stage.

Thinking fast, Mered grabbed a champagne glass and hurled it as hard as he could. The glass seemed to fly like a bullet, hitting the railing and showering the shooter in shattered glass. The man cried out in pain as guests looked up in confusion.

Mered had to get up there before the shooter recovered. He ran for the bar. Using it as a jumping point, he pushed off the bar and leaped to the railing. He pulled himself up and shot the gunman with an icer.

He put a finger to his ear. “Agent Hill, get everyone out now! This is only going to get worse.”

Down below guests were ushered out of the banquet hall. The door leading to the catwalk opened. Three people with assault rifles entered through the opening. Mered lunged at the first man, grabbing the rifle and elbowing him in the nose. The man’s nose cracked from the blow, letting go of the gun. Mered turned the gun around, shooting the second man.

The third man managed to rush Mered and kick the rifle in his hands away. Mered threw a punch aimed for his head, but it was blocked. The man he faced was broad shouldered and was about an inch shorter than himself.

The man tried to kick Mered’s side, but he managed to deflect the blow. Mered attempted another punch only to have it countered by a fist to his gut. The attacker landed a thrust kick, sending him stumbling back.

Dazed and irritated, Mered pulled out his combat knife. In just a few quick motions the blade found itself in the chest of the attacker. Mered let the man fall and looked over the catwalk. Several people in tactical gear came into the empty dining hall. One of them looked up and opened fire. Mered jumped, landing behind the bar and pulling out his icer.

He covered his head as glass shattered around him. He fired blindly, but it was no use. He was pinned down. The sound of another icer went off, followed by the collapse of one of the enemy agents. Mered looked around the wooden cover to find Kefira standing in the hallway.

Mered felt adrenaline rush through his system. “Get to cover!”

He sprinted to the young woman as bullets went flying. Mered grabbed her and jerked her behind cover. Something wasn’t right. His hand was wet. He examined Kefira to see blood dripping from her side.

Now panic was starting to kick in. “Levy’s been hit! I need reinforcements now!”

“We’re sending in a strike team.” Agent Hill replied. “Get her to the back exit. Extraction will be waiting.”

Another blast went off, followed by gunfire. Mered picked up Kefira and bolted for the back entrance. Outside in the alleyway was a black SUV. He loaded her in and sat by her side. He held her hand as a medic tried to stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be okay, Kefira. Just hold on.”