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theatrelove3000 · 5 years ago

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You are my Sunshine Part 2

Welcome to part three! Again, angst and sadness. There is also a bit of abandonment and daddy issues in this one. Also, they wear white to the funeral. In a loy of cultures, white is a mourning colour. I personally follow this tradition if I'm able to. Some people don't like it and I like to be respectful of other people wishes about things like that.

Summary:The day of the funeral comes and a couple welcome arrivals come to support their grieving friend. Along with an unwelcome one.

Warnings: mentions of death, depression, daddy issues, abandonment issues, swearing I think

You Are My Sunshine

Noelle PoV:

I'm standing in front of a mirror in our hotel room. I am wearing a black dress with long sleeves and black Mary Janes. My hair is pulled back with a black ribbon. I can't wear this to my mom's funeral.

Loki comes out of the bathroom, his hair still wet from the shower. Feeling my struggle, he wraps his arms around me, letting me know that he wasn't leaving me.

'If you do not wish to wear this, you should change.' He whispers in my head.

I nod. I walk away from him and go to where my suitcase is sitting open on the bed. I sift through it a bit before finding what I am looking for.

I pull out a long white dress with flowers on it. The sleeves are loose and flowy with buttons up the side. My mom bought it for me in London, telling me that I looked like an angel in it. I hear a knock on the door but Loki is already going to get it. I hear murmuring from the doorway and see blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. Then dark brown hair. I turn to see Sif and Thor standing just inside the door.

I drop the dress and throw my arms around Thor. He hugs me tightly, lifting me off my feet. "You did not believe that we would let you go through this alone, did you?" He whispers in my ear. When he puts me down I move to Sif who hugs me just as tightly. Loki and Thor move out to the balcony while Sif stays with me and waits while I put on the dress. She starts to help me fix my hair, braiding the top part and leaving a few pieces to frame my face. When she is done I rifle through my bag again. I pull out my gladiator sandals and slip them on. I am finishing the lacing when Loki and Thor return.

Loki announces that Thor and Sif must have different outfits, as they are wearing what they would in Asgard. With a wave of his hands, he transforms their armour and leather into something more suitable for Midgard. Thor is in black slacks and a white button up shirt while Sif is wearing a white sweater and blue jeans. He then changes his attire to a pair of dark jeans (that could easily pass off as fancy and not casual) and a white button up with a black vest over it.

With that, we all exit the room and make our way to the street. Sif is shocked by all the cars and people, specifically the womens clothing.

I hail a cab and the four of us pile in. I tell the driver where to go and we're off. When we arrive, I pay the driver and lead my friends over to James.

He glances at the tall couple flanking me and Loki and at what we are wearing. He raises an eyebrow at us but clearly decides not to say anything. Wise of him. After I introduce my friends, he motions for us to follow him into the small chapel where the ceremony is being held. As we walk up the aisle, I spot the casket.

My momma is in there.

I grip Loki's hand in an attempt to stable myself. I do not want to fall in front of these people. Loki squeezes my hand reassuringly and I feel Sif loop her hand through my other arm. I look over at her gratefully and see Thor is holding her hand. I smile at them, glad that they are here.

I find seats in the front and sit down. I sit on the end because I will have to stand up to go eulogize my momma. Loki sits next to me, Sif and Thor behind us.

The ceremony begins, though I barely listen as her friends speak. Loki keeps my hand between his two and in his lap. He keeps glancing at me to see if I'm alright. I'm not and he knows it but I don't cry.

The preacher introduces me and I stand, squeezing Loki's hand one last time before letting go. I go to my spot next to my momma's casket and picture. I pull the necklace she bought in France from my pocket and place it inside the casket with her.

I take a deep breath.

"My momma was the best person I have ever met. She was kind and patient and loved with her whole heart. She was more than this world deserved. More than I could ever hope to become." I blink a few times before continuing, "I wasn't a good enough daughter. I don't live close so I didn't see her except for a special occasion here and there. In the past 3 years, I saw her 4 times, the day she died included." I turn toward the casket, "I am so sorry for not being around Momma." I look back out at all the people in the seats. "When I was ten, my father left. We knew it was coming and we were prepared. We knew he had to go for his work. That doesn't mean that it didn't hurt that he abandoned us. This beautiful woman raised me on her own. We waited for my father for thirteen years. I eventually stopped waiting and moved away. When I moved out, my mom moved on with James. He made her happy again. When I first met him, I knew he was good for my momma. He treated her like the queen she is... was." I start to tear up again, but I let them fall this time. "I am so thankful for everything he did for her. I'm so happy that I got this woman as a mother. I wouldn't have traded my time with her for anything." I take a deep breath to steady myself. "Momma used to say to me, 'it's you and me, baby girl. You and me forever.'" I look at the casket. "Now it's just me." I break down. I let myself have my moment of weakness, then straighten and say, "You and me, Momma. You and me, infinity."

I walk down to my seat and into Loki's waiting arms. He pulls me close and I listen to his breathing. I don't cry.

I sit and listen to James speak. All the usual funeral things. I feel a hand on my knee and look up to see my father sitting next to me, facing James. He looks exactly the same as he did the day he left. It makes sense considering he is Asgardian. I turn my face into Loki's neck and match my breathing to his. I will not lose my temper here.

It isn't until I hear it around me that I notice people are singing. James turned around in surprise to hear it as he sang to my mother's casket.

I recognize the song immediately. My mom was a theatre geek. They sing I’ll Cover You reprise from Rent. I can’t help but sing along.

As the song ends, I feel my dad's hand on my shoulder and lean away from the contact. I just can't handle it.

We all exit the church and follow the hearse up the hill to bury her. I don't want to go but I do. I do the whole process. After the service, Loki, Thor, Sif, and I are huddled together at the gate to the cemetery deciding what to do.

"Noelle."

I turn towards the sound of my name. I see my father standing a few feet away. I start to walk towards him when I feel Loki's hand on my arm. He follows me, constantly touching me in some way.

"Hello, Father."

"You have grown up so beautiful."

"What are you doing here?" I ask, biting back the urge to scream at him to leave and my face clearly shows it as Loki's grip on my arm tightens slightly.

"I came to pay respects to the mother of my only child." He says calmly, "and to see you."

"Well, you've done both. You can leave now."

Loki pivots his body so that he stands with his back to my father, hand still on my arm.

"Love, I know you are angry but maybe you should invite him for a drink with us. I will be with you the whole time." Loki whispers in my ear.

"I owe him nothing."

"You're right but your mother would want you to try with him. He did leave you and I understand that hurts, you know that I do. But you also have a chance that I never did. He seems to want to get to know you."

I know that he is right. I nod and he returns to his previous position.

"Prince Loki." My father says quietly, bowing slightly. Loki waves his hand dismissively.

"Please, Tyr. I am not a prince here. We are here for Noelle."

"Thank you for caring for my daughter." He says. My grip on Loki tightens. He covers my hand with his soothingly.

"How long have you been courting?" My father asks, eyeing my hand and not seeing a ring.

"Almost three years."

Tyr nods. I release Loki and walk back to Sif and Thor. Loki follows after a short conversation with Tyr.

"I invited him to meet us for a drink. He agreed and said he will follow us there." I nod and lace my fingers through his.

"Have we decided where to go, then?" Thor questions.

"There's a really cool place just down the road. We could walk." I tell them.

Lucky for Thor and Sif, they are dressed casual enough for them to get away with what they are wearing in a bar. Loki and I decide we can change before we leave. I brought a change of clothes but Loki can transform what he wears at will. We go somewhere empty and change: him into a t-shirt and leather jacket, me into jeans and a tank top with a denim jacket.

We start walking to the bar and my father follows. I use the term "bar" loosely. It is more of a brewery with a dance floor. We get there and I order five drinks, putting it on a tab. There are going to be more beverages and I don't want to pay every time. The IPA in these beers is high but not enough to get an Asgardian even close to tipsy. Thor brought his flask of Asgardian liquor and poured some in four of the five beers. We find a booth and slide in. My father pulls a chair up to the table. He takes out a flask of his own and adds whatever is in it to his own glass.

Sif raises her glass and we all do the same, "To Lady Beth." We all drink. The others only take a mouthful while I start pounding mine. I finish half of it and set it down to see them staring at me.

"What? You think a half Midgardian girl can't drink?" They laugh and we start to talk amongst ourselves. 3 drinks in, I'm a bit past tipsy and the others are definitely getting there. That's when the man on the mic announces that karaoke is about to start.

"Lady Noelle! I will buy you a new book from the bookshop down the road if you sing." Thor roars over the thunderous music.

"With what money, Brother? You haven't got any of this realms currency." Loki laughs and leans his back against the wall, pulling me to sit between his legs.

"I am the almighty Thor, God of Thunder, Future King of Asgard! I don't need to pay!"

"Unfortunately, your highness,” I say with a mocking hand motion to look like a bow, “You have no royal status here in America. Even if Tony Stark himself were to be there, they wouldn't just give it to you."

"Stark would just pay for it." Loki adds.

I laugh and lean my head back on his shoulder to kiss his jaw.

"Not at the table, Noelle. Please!" Sif groans. I laugh and stop kissing him.

My father looks very uncomfortable. I find it almost… amusing.

"So, Lord Tyr. Where have you been all this time? Where did you go when you left my mother to raise me by herself?" I ask nonchalantly, though I let the sarcasm slip into my tone.

Loki's grip on me tightens in a small warning but I don't care. I keep my eye contact with him and wait for an answer. I deserve an answer.

"I had received a message from the Allfather. He required my services in a mission that I am not allowed to disclose to anyone." He explains coolly, "I was informed about your mother and took momentary leave so I could be here to pay my respects and see the woman you have become."

"You could have come earlier. Could you not come to my graduation? To any of my last sixteen birthdays? Three of which have been in Asgard, I might add."

"I am terribly sorry that I could not be there, I truly wish that I could have been there for you. I also had a job to do. A task to keep the universe safe."

I tear my eyes away from his and face Loki again.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, too," I mutter.

It's silent at the table for a moment. Thor and Sif go off to get another round and Loki and I talk to each other through our connection. My father pulls a book from inside his coat pocket. I watch him from the corner of my eye.

'You are so guarded to him. I understand why but you really shouldn't be so harsh. He feels bad enough, it seems.'

'I will behave with him as I like. I don't trust him and don't really want to pretend that I do. I grow tired of playing pretend.'

Loki nods but continues, 'I understand, my dear, but you really should try to be kinder,' Before I could protest, he starts again, 'I know you do not want to but your mother would wish for you to at least try and be nice.'

I sigh into his neck.

By this time, Thor and Sif returned to the table. They passed out the drinks and added the strong stuff.

I realize that my eyes are closed after a moment of them being that way. I really need to sleep. Loki realizes this and suggests that he and I go back to the hotel but I shake my head. I can't seclude myself. I need to have a little social interaction. I can't just shut the world out the way I did when I thought Loki died.

Loki frowns but let's it go. I take a sip from my glass and lean back into him. He leans my head against mine. Sif is looking at us like we have worms crawling out of our ears. Thor is just focusing on the current singer. When I notice Sif staring, I laugh and lean away from Loki to explain.

"In Midgard, this isn't scandalous in any way. In fact, this is tame compared to what some people do in public." She raises her eyebrows at this news. Thor must have heard me too because he reaches over and takes her hand between his own, all the while staring at the singer. Sif smiles and leans into his shoulder. I return to my previous position wrapped in Loki's arms, pressed to his chest.

We sit there for a while longer. Eventually, I decide to order a pizza and have it delivered out to the brewery. Loki explains it to Sif and Thor before they eat it and once they try it, we basically arm wrestle over it. My father just sort of sits there and watches us. I'm not sure what he's doing but I don't care that much. I make sure he gets something to eat but other than that, I let him be.

At around one in the morning, Tyr decides it's time for him to go.

"I know that you do not want to leave Noelle alone at a time like this, Prince Loki, but I was hoping I may have a word with her." He looks at me at the end.

"That is her decision, Lord Tyr. You must ask her." He replies, looking at me.

I take a deep breath and start to move away from Loki. He tightens his hold and presses his lips to my temple before whispering, "Are you sure you are alright?" I think for a moment. I realize that I'm not going to see father again for a very long time, if ever, so I need to try and forgive him. I've been angry for a long time.

I don't want to be angry anymore.

I nod to Loki and he kisses my cheek before letting me go. I stand up and take Tyr's arm. I lead him to an empty part of the brewery and stand in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"This was not you, Noelle. This was all me. I could not provide you comfort in a lightning storm and I would not have been of any use on a bright, sunny day either. I spent all my time in another place mentally to the point where your mother could not get me out of my trance. When you know you are not good enough for people, you begin to stop showing up and then you do not show up enough times and it starts to feel like leaving. Until you finally do."

"You were there for the Allfather, weren't you? And the queen while she lived? What did they do that I didn't do?" I am holding back tears.

He reaches his hand out to touch my arm. "You never did anything, Noelle. You were just a small girl." His eyes start to haze a bit, his voice cracking, "I was who I was and there is nothing you did or could have done. I just was not ready for you. Or anyone." He pulls his hand back as I look away from his eyes, so similar in colour to mine. "But I think I have changed." He pauses for a moment, taking a breath, "The Allfather and Queen Frigga believed that I am capable of the tasks they gave me. They never knew of you and your mother. They believed in who I have always been for them."

"Who are you?" I ask, letting the tears fall.

"I have almost completed my mission. I have another lined up." He places his fingers under my chin and makes me look at him. "I came here to do what I told you I wanted to do: Pay respects to your mother. I am grateful that I saw you and I am sorry for what I put you and Beth through. I am glad that she took wonderful care of you. It brings me joy to know that you have become such an accomplished and beautiful young woman."

I sniff, take a deep breath to stop the tears before speaking again. "You have almost finished the mission?"

He nods and gives me a small smile. "I have."

"Your mission was to stay." My voice cracks. He is silent, the smile fading.

"Look, thank you for telling me your side. Loki thinks that if I forgive you, it will bring me peace." The tears start to well up again, "He is usually right about these things but... I don't see how he is right about this one. And I can't." I do my best to keep from sobbing and continue speaking, "Your mission was to stay. You don't think I had it in me to allow my father to grow?" I uncross my arms and look down at my feet before making eye contact again. "I'm happy I saw you and heard what you had to say and it makes me feel better knowing that I had nothing to do with what you did. I always thought that this was my fault somehow. But it... it's not." I pause.

"I didn't do anything." I take a step back from him, towards the door. I place my hand on the back of a chair to help me stand.

"I am glad you have found a prince. It pleases me to know you could work your way up in the world.”

I look down, take another deep breath and feel as though a weight is lifted off my chest.

"Wow." I sigh.

"What?"

"I always thought you cared about me. It just suprises me that you only thought about who I would end up with. It’s almost like you believe we are beneath you." I suddenly feel the pull of Loki in my mind and know that he is checking to make sure I'm okay. I need him.

I start walking towards the door we came in, "Thank you for coming, I hope you get home okay." And I leave. I walk through the door and see Loki, Sif, and Thor sitting in the booth, watching the door Lord Tyr and I disappeared through. As I make my way back to the table, Loki stands and makes his way to me. He reaches me, wraps one arm around my waist and I start to break down. I stop halfway to the booth and look at Loki.

"I am going to pay and then we are going outside. I can't break down here. You go get Thor and Sif." He looks at me skeptically and I feel his worry surge and I squeeze his hand.

'I'm okay,' I tell him. He nods, not believing me and does what I ask of him while I go to the front and pay. I surround my body with illusion to hide my tears and red eyes. It fools the guy behind the bar so I pay and walk out to the parking lot. Loki finds me not long after with Thor and Sif flanking him. I take his hand and start walking. He doesn't ask questions, just allows me to pull him along with me.

I grew up here so I know the area like the back of my hand. I don't really know where I am going until I get there.

My mom used to take me to this park when I was a child. When I had a bad day at school, she would buy me ice cream and we would sit on the swings. We came here after my date left me at prom to go to a party with friends. We sat here on hot summer days with popsicles and watched the kids play.

Thor and Sif are suddenly fascinated with everything in the park and I take the opportunity to bring Loki to the bench Momma and I always sat at. The second he sits next to me and pulls me to him, I feel the illusion fall and I sob into his chest. He just holds me and strokes my hair, humming softly. He lets me cry all of the tears that I have been holding back all day and he does so without complaint.

As my sobs turn to whimpering, I turn my face so that I can see Thor and Sif on the swings. Well, Sif is on the swings. Thor is on his back under his. He must have fallen off because Sif is laughing hysterically. As big as Thor is, you can't deny his speed. Before she knows what is happening, Sif is on her back with him leaning over her. He laughs before she throws her arms behind his neck and pulls his lips down to hers. The sight of my friends happy brings a small smile to my smile. I look up at Loki, who is staring down at me with a worried look in his eyes. He gently brushes a strand of hair out of my face, letting his fingers linger on my face for a moment.

"I'm sorry," I tell him, tearing up again, "I know you wanted me to forgive him but I couldn't do it. You're wrong about this one, Loki." I keep eye contact as I watch the emotions pass behind his eyes.

"I never expected that, darling." He nods in the direction we came from, "That kind of forgiveness does not come so easily."

He pauses and pulls away enough to look me in the eyes without having to look down so much. "Life is a long time and I hope you get there someday. I hope I get there with you. But that is never what I was searching for right now."

My eyebrows pull together in confusion, "What did you want from me?" I ask him through the tears.

"Noelle, did you forgive yourself?"

We look at each other for a moment before I break down again. He holds me close as I cry. I'm so grateful for him at this moment. I don't know what I could have possibly done to deserve him.

'The question is not what you did, my love. The real question is what did I do to deserve you?'

I smile into his neck and lean my head up to kiss his jaw.

"Loki! Lady Noelle! Come join us on these things here!" Thor calls us over to where he and Sif are on the swings and Loki looks at me questioningly before standing and holding his hand out to me. I take his hand and we walk over to the swing set. I let go of Loki's hand and sit on the empty swing beside Sif.

I kick off and start to swing, throwing my feet forward and backwards to go higher. Sif follows suit and soon Thor and Loki are swinging with us. We are all laughing like little kids, getting progressively more competitive in terms of how high we could get. I show them how to jump off the swing while it's still moving and it isn't long until Thor and Loki make it a contest to see who could jump farther. Sif and I just sit and talk and laugh at the boys when they fall on their faces. I tell her stories of my mom and about things we did together.

By the time we head back to the hotel, the sun is starting to rise. The four of us get some breakfast from the little cafè in the lobby, then Loki checks Thor and Sif into a room near us. By the time my head hits the pillow, it is 6:30. Loki crawls into the bed after me and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me flush against him and I fall asleep instantly.

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fanfic-collection · 8 years ago

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In a Name: 28

So guess who just delayed writing about the Ball by writing drabble of the dress and more angst? Spoilers... I want to write it, but like... It's weird that the end is nearing? So I'm like procrastinating. I feel like I'm building up to something big but have no idea what's going to happen at the same time, so like... I hope you enjoy, thanks for the supportive comments! Also kinda short - sorry...

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Tears welled in your eyes as you looked in the mirror.

“Does the dress not suit you child?” Frigga asked warmly.

You quickly shook your head, wiping the tears away. “No, my lady, it's beautiful.” Indeed it was, the dress made of the finest silks, floor length and in the most vibrant shade of green. Layers and layers of fabric sat upon each other, cinched at the waist and flaring out widely around you. The upper portion hugged tightly against your frame, a corset of sorts, decorated in gold threads and gold ceremonial armour. It had cut off sleeves, your shoulders bare – to be adorned with a beautiful necklace or wrap, whichever the queen decided – and long flared wrists.

“Then the tears?”

“Happy tears, my queen, it's beautiful. I have never felt so beautiful.”

“You have always been so beautiful, I'm merely enhancing it and displaying it.” Frigga tilted her head, “There will be many men there as well, members of Asgard's court, siblings of visiting royals, perhaps someone will find your eye?” She offered hesitantly.

You shook your head, “Oh no, my queen, I could never. This night is about your son.” You swallowed hard, closing your eyes briefly before returning to look at your reflection, “besides, I know my place.”

Frigga rest her elbow in her arm, using her hand to prop up her chin as she studied you. “Yes, perhaps, and yet perhaps not.”

“My queen?”

She pulled her hands away, “Never mind. Let's just see how the night goes.”

“How fairs the king?” You asked timidly.

Frigga sighed, “He sleeps, I dread seeing him in such a state but I know it is natural.”

“The princes?” You asked even more hesitantly.

The queen sighed heavily, rubbing at her hands. “Thor fairs well, as always. He is strong in the face of adversity, and I am proud of him. But he is not the prince you worry after, is he?”

You turned to face her, worried she might admonish you.

“Don't fret, child. Loki is troubled, it's quite obvious that he dreads the arrival of the ball.”

“I worry for him.” You admitted.

“He needs it.”

You sighed heavily, gripping the fabric before quickly letting go, lest you wrinkle it. Swallowing hard, you looked back up at her. “I support his decision fully, my queen, whoever he picks. It is for the good of the kingdom.”

Frigga nodded slowly, “I wonder of his heart though, do you think he will be happy in an arranged marriage?”

Biting your lip you studied the fabric, seeking answers it would not give. “Honestly my queen,” you looked back up, “I have doubts there. He is mature and intelligent, but I don't think he could truly go against his heart. Wherever it might lay, but perhaps he could grow to love someone, even if he did not initially choose them.” Your words sounded hollow, rehearsed.

“He could make himself love someone he does not?”

“Surely there is hope?”

“And yet, if his heart lay with another?”

“Who could it possibly be with, he sees no one now, yes?” You choked out, throat tight.

“Does he not?”

You stared at her nervously, unsure what to say.

“What am I to do? Should I follow my heart, or my promises? Should I seek the good of the kingdom or of the nine realms?”

“My queen?”

“You are my emissary, what is your advice?”

You blinked at her, terrified to be asked such a heavy question. “Surely no one can control the queen of Asgard, if your heart tells you something, perhaps it is with reason?” The offer turned into a question, doubt flooding you.

“That there is a reason my heart is telling me to break a promise?”

“Was it a bad promise? Coerced maybe?”

“Being queen for as long as I have, has taught me many things. Sometimes, I think, there are rules made to be broken.”

You smiled weakly, “That sounds like something I've heard Loki say.”

“Where do you think he learned it?” Frigga grinned. “Now, let us get you out of that dress and back to your duties, I think that's enough fun for one day?”

“Of course my queen.” You bowed low as a servant entered into the room, moving to help you out of the confines of the dress.

Frigga left the room from a side door and you were soon back in your Einharjar clothing, still smiling from the beauty of the dress. You left the room by the main door, opening it and stepping into the hallway, nearly walking into someone as you did.

“Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there.” Your mouth fell open as you hurriedly bowed low and added, “my prince.”

Loki smiled sadly down at you, offering his hand for you to straighten back up. “Hello beautiful.” He murmured.

You tried not to smile but the warmth in his eyes, so lacking these last few months when you had observed him without his knowledge, comforted your heart. “The ball is tomorrow.” Were the words that fell from your mouth and you instantly regretted it, shutting your mouth and gritting your teeth.

Loki looked away bitterly. “It is. Then another few months and I shall be married off, forced to turn some poor wretch into a pawn such as myself.”

Your heart ached, yearning for him. Reaching out, you cupped his cheek gently, stroking it as he sank into your touch. “I shouldn't.” You managed to say as Loki gripped your hand, holding it in place.

He nuzzled into your touch, pressing a soft kiss to your palm before looking back at you forlornly. “And yet it feels so pleasant.”

You bit your lip, once more trying to pull away as Loki finally allowed you.

“If I don't choose the frost giant princess, will my future wife recoil when she sees me? Or shall I lie to her about that, just as I will lie of my promise to love her.”

“I don't recoil, perhaps she won't as well.”

“I love you for that.” Loki sighed heavily, looking away, “I love you for everything.”

“You mustn't.” You whispered, throat tightening as you felt tears pricking your eyes.

Loki looked back at you, “I can't help that I love you. Truly, I could never love another as I do you. What if we ran away?”

“Where would we go? You are a prince, we would be hunted everywhere.”

“I am a bastard, I would not be missed. You, perhaps, would be, your friend.” Loki trailed off. “You could never leave Asgard, could you?”

“It is my home.”

“Wherever you are, wherever you go, you will always be my home.”

“Please don't say such things.”

“The ball is tomorrow, I have to say it before it's too late. Say the word and we run away together.”

“Please don't put that upon me. You have your duties, your mother, we couldn't...”

“Loki? Emissary?” Frigga's voice cut through the hallway and the two of you turned.

“Mother!” Loki yelled, “what are you doing here?”

“I was intending to check on you, but it seems you left your room finally. Guards said they saw you making your way here and I came to see you.”

Loki quickly pulled away from you, his hands clasped behind his back. You stared at the queen nervously, wondering how much she had heard.

Frigga looked between the two of you. “I have some errands for you to attend to, emissary, if you might retrieve the papers from my chambers. I will see you at the ball tomorrow. As for you, Loki, let's make sure you are suitable for the ball tomorrow and know your potential suitors.” Loki swallowed thickly, nodding mutely. Frigga looked between the two of you sadly, her expression curious but torn and clearly deep in thought. “Perhaps some rules really are made to be broken.” She murmured under her breath.

“My lady?” You asked, not quite hearing her.

“Never mind, please, attend to your duties. You must be bright and attentive for the ball tomorrow, I expect you to act as my adviser with Loki, staying by his side. It will be a hectic time for everyone.”

“Of course.” You bowed low, hurrying off to find the papers Frigga had mentioned.

“I know that look, mother.” Loki said, tilting his head uncertainly once you were out of ear shot.

“It is a look you wear quite often, am I wrong, my son?”

A grin quirked the corners of Loki's mouth as he studied her, “That is fair to say.”

“You will wear your formal garb tomorrow. Perhaps it is for the best that your father sleeps.” She reached up and stroked his face, squeezing his shoulder. “I hate to see you suffering.”

“Thank you for your compassion, mother.”

“The guards said you were looking for me?”

“I was wondering what you were doing on the eve of such an important night. Thor is training with Sif, I hoped you might have other plans.”

Frigga winked at him, “Oh I always have my plans.”

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Second Chances - Avengers Redemption Series - Part One Chapter 73

Characters: Loki, Maia Tomson (OFC), Sigyn, pretty much everyone from the MCU appears at some point, including some special appearances by members of the X-Men!

Pairings: Loki x Maia Tomson, Loki x Sigyn,

Warnings: Smut, so much smut, violence, swearing; listen, it’s NSFW and 18+, just bear that in mind!

Word Count: 179105

Summary: Loki has been handed over to The Avengers to pay penance for his past crimes, underpowered and underwhelmed by his post he is assigned a new ‘guide to Midgard’ by his superiors and is more than a little surprised when a petite freckled, redhead is waiting in the conference room, not at all like the previous handlers he has been assigned, who quit after a very short time with the snarky god. Maia Tomson is a trained literature teacher and counsellor, maybe not someone you would have picked out to be a guide to the God of Mischief but her mentor, Charles Xavier, knows she likes a challenge, and when The Avengers ask him to recommend someone she is top of his list. Surprised by the assignment, Maia takes it on, promising to do her best, but was not counting on a mutual attraction with her charge.

Join Loki on a journey to discover that his heart is not as frozen as he believes it to be, an adventure spanning almost a millennia of love gained and lost and rediscovered in the most unlikely of places…

Master List

You can probably figure out, this is Sig’s wedding dress!

Chapter 73 - Epilogue 1

Summary: Part of their happy ever after!

Six months later…

The hype had been ridiculous. It wasn’t every day a member of The Avengers got married, let alone two of them, and to each other. Loki had proved his worth as a valid and honourable team member, using his tricks to become one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and his romance with their newest recruit was the stuff of legends. At least, that was what Darcy had made it. She had taken it upon herself to document online everything she could about their relationship, both now and in the past, and her website, vlog, vines and YouTube channel were setting records for their hits and subscribers. She had secured interviews with each of The Avengers and this slice into the life of the team had helped Loki’s reputation no end.

Sigyn’s parents, that is to say Maia’s, had been confused enough by their daughter apparently being a mutant, let alone the reincarnation of an Asgardian goddess, but with a little help from Professor Xavier they were able to come to terms with what was an enormous change for and in their little girl. Even now, as they watched her having the finishing touches put on her hair they struggled to see their little girl in the woman she had become. ‘Are you not even the slightest bit nervous?’ Her mom asked as the last of the honeysuckle blooms were laced into her hair. ‘Really not, Mom.’ She smiled at her in her reflection. ‘I keep telling you, I’ve done this before.’ ‘Still weird.’ Her dad said from the chair he sat on in the corner. ‘Understatement.’ She and her mom chorused as they often did when discussing her new life. ‘But you’re marrying…’ Her voice trailed off and Sigyn turned to face her. ‘Loki, Mom. I’m marrying Loki. No matter what or who he is or was, I’m marrying Loki. Formerly of Asgard, currently of The Avengers, and always of my heart.’ It wasn’t that her parents disapproved; at first it had been a shock, but his complete devotion to their daughter and the cause of protecting humanity had helped win them round; it was just the speed at which their little girl had suddenly become not only engaged but an Avenger was still a surprise. ‘You know we like him, sweetie.’ Her dad said as the hairdresser left. ‘But he’s an Avenger. This isn’t quite what we saw in your future.’ ‘I’m an Avenger too.’ She reminded them. ‘And I know the danger worries you, but it’s what we do, and marrying him or not I’d still do that.’ Her dad came and stood behind her mom, giving her a small smile. ‘We’re proud of you.’ ‘I know.’ She got up and they shared a three way hug. ‘Nearly time!’ Darcy’s voice preceded her into the room, carrying her camera as always. ‘Blushing bride and parents, say hi to the internet!’ ‘Hi, internet.’ Sigyn shook her head, looking over one of her attendants personalisation of her cream dress with green and gold trim. Knee length and strapless it had an under bust band of gold reflected in the straight neckline, the material in between the two dark green with a slash of the same material running in a line to the hem over the full skirt. It was simple yet beautiful, but Darcy had begged to add green baseball boots, and Sigyn had caved. She admitted that on Darcy they looked cute. Everyone else had court shoes, but not Darce. She wouldn’t be Darce in court shoes. ‘We’re not live again, are we? Because that didn’t go so well at the bachelorette party.’ Darcy pulled a face. ‘Nope, not making that mistake again.’ ‘Has the world seen you yet?’ Sigyn came towards her with her hand held out for the camera. ‘In a minute, first, I want your words for the groom.’ Darcy grinned. ‘Words for the groom?’ She bit her lip thoughtfully. ‘Quit it, you’ll ruin your lipstick.’ Darcy reminded her and she stopped, licking her teeth just in case. ‘Okay, words for the groom.’ She looked directly into the camera. ‘Mischief, it’s been seven hundred years since I was last your wife, and if you screw up, I will cut you.’ ‘Maia!’ Her mom squealed as her dad laughed. ‘That’s my girl.’ Darcy lowered the camera. ‘Okay, that’s for the gag reel. How about something that will have my viewers crying?’ ‘I could show them the bill for the wedding.’ She suggested. She got glared at. ‘Crying with happiness.’ ‘Happiness, okay.’ Darcy brought the camera back up and pointed at her to go. ‘Loki, I’ve waited for this day all my life, even before I knew who you were, or what you were to me. The day you walked back into my world it changed for the better and every day you make it more so. You’re my sun, my moon, my stars, my prince. With you beside me I can face anything. Second chances don’t often come around, but for us they have and I don’t plan on having anything ruin it this time. I love you. I’ll see you at the altar.’ And she blew a kiss to the camera. ‘Oh my God.’ Darcy lowered the camera again with a small pout of joy. ‘You’re filming your feet, Darce.’ Sigyn pointed out and Darcy fumbled to turn the camera off. ‘Five minutes.’ Came a voice from the other side of the door. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Keep him waiting.’ Darcy grinned. ‘It’s the least you can do.’ ‘I’ve waited too long as it is.’ Her mom came and kissed her cheek, patting her arm. ‘I’ll go take my seat.’ ‘I’ll see you out there.’ Sigyn smiled. ‘I’ll check everyone else is ready.’ Darcy said with a wink. The gardens of X-Manor were decked out with chairs, flowers, a golden carpet and more powered people than you could shake a glow stick of destiny at. Loki stood at the front with his brother, both wearing their full ceremonial armour, less helmets. Sigyn had insisted that they incorporate aspects of Asgard and Loki was happy to give in to her demands. He shifted from one foot to the other and Thor pressed his hand on his shoulder hard enough to make him still. ‘Enough, brother.’ He murmured over the soft music. ‘What if she changes her mind?’ Loki leant towards him. ‘I can’t say I would blame her. I’m not the easiest of people to…’ ‘She will not change her mind.’ Thor hissed. ‘She loves you and you complete one another. She has nothing to gain by changing her mind other than hurting both of you. She is not the one stupid enough to do that.’ Loki narrowed his eyes at the truth in Thor’s words and let out a sigh. It would be fine. He hoped. The music changed to the traditional wedding march and Thor patted his brother’s shoulder before releasing him, as they both turned to look down the aisle. Sigyn had had a lot of trouble in choosing her attendants, there were so many to pick from, not to mention Loki when it came to groomsmen. They had The Avengers, The X-Men, Sif and The Warriors Three to start with, let alone Sigyn’s human cousins. In the end they kept it low, knowing Darcy and Jane had to be their choice from the team for the girls, and as Tony was instrumental in their meeting in the first place he and Thor were their groomsmen. From The X-Men Sigyn chose Hank McCoy, one of her favourite fellow teachers she used to often wax lyrical about literature with who had also found a good debating partner in Loki, and Jean Grey, who had helped her through a lot when her powers were causing her problems in the early days, not to mention spending a lot of time together as teachers. Sif had asked to be let off the hook of wearing a short Midgardian dress, however she and The Warriors Three were all in attendance in their own ceremonial armour and they knew Heimdall was watching with interest. Jane led the procession alone, as Thor was already with Loki, a small posey of white roses and deep green foliage wrapped in gold ribbon in her hands. Darcy came next, arm in arm with Tony in the groomsman outfit of a black suit with white shirt and green tie, and he leant in and said something highly inappropriate to Darcy who slapped him with her bouquet. Jean and Hank followed, her red hair caught up in a neat chignon compared to the loose, styled waves of Darcy and Jane, and finally, Loki caught sight of his bride. She was even more beautiful than she had been first time around. The shoulders of her gown were wide but gauzy, gold filigree on mesh coming in a ‘V’ to her bust where cream material in a sweetheart neck fit at her waist and hips before falling away to the floor in soft waves, coated in the same gold designs, like leaves and branches reaching from her core outwards. Around her neck she wore the necklace he had given her of Frigga’s and on her wrist a duplicate of the snake bracelet she had owned in her previous life. Her hair was styled back from her face, save from a few small curls, and fell into a waterfall of spirals full of honeysuckle flowers. Her make up was golden yet understated, her bouquet dropping in a drape of the same flowers as her attendants. Her smile broadened into a huge grin when she saw him, she couldn't help it. His expression was one of complete awe, his eyes soft and full of emotion, and when she finally reached him, her father handing her over, he couldn’t help but cup her cheek in his hand and kiss her. She started giggling. ‘Keen, Mischief, but we aren’t at that part yet.’ She murmured against his lips and as he pulled away again her mouth dropped open. ‘You’re blushing! I got you to blush!’ ‘No, you didn’t.’ He mumbled defensively as the officiant cleared his throat. ‘Shall we begin?’ Sigyn nodded, passing her bouquet to Jane as Loki took her other hand in his. The ceremony held all the traditional elements of a Midgardian ceremony but the vows were Asgardian and included the binding of their hands in gold cord. No one disputed they should be wed, although Fandral laughed at the pause when Loki started looking around with a threatening glare as though daring anyone to try, until Sigyn raised her fingers to his cheek and made him face her again. There was a line added to the end, where the nine realms was added as part of the officiating powers that be, and finally Loki was able to kiss his bride at the correct time, thoroughly. Due to the hand joining they were inseparable, and even without it Loki would not have let her go. It was during one of their many dances that Loki had an idea. ‘Did I tell you how very beautiful you look, sunbeam?’ He asked, his hand splayed possessively across her naked lower back where the dress dipped. ‘I think you mentioned it, once or twice.’ She smiled up at him, and it was a long way up. She had long since removed her shoes and the height difference was so much greater than normal. ‘Like the goddess you are.’ ‘Still can’t quite get used to that.’ She admitted. The apple had done so much more than they had hoped, not only giving her immortality but unlocking all her magical ability back to sorcery level. ‘You know,’ he bent as low as he was able without it being uncomfortable, his breath brushing her cheek, ‘with our magic we could easily create duplicates of ourselves to continue dancing while we pursue…other entertainment.’ ‘Because we didn’t pursue other entertainment enough already?’ ‘This will be quite different, dove.’ He assured her. ‘This time you will be my wife.’ She looked thoughtful. ‘I suppose that might made a difference.’ ‘Oh it does.’ His eyes glanced around at their assembled guests. ‘Do you not remember our first wedding night?’ ‘I remember you waited only until the sun had set to sweep me away.’ ‘That long?’ He looked surprised and disgusted all at the same time. ‘That is definitely not acceptable. What was I thinking?’ ‘That we shouldn’t abandon our guests so soon?’ ‘Is that so?’ He gave her a challenging look. ‘Well then, my beautiful wife, if you can stand the abandonment then so can I, because I believe this husband’s place on his wedding day is somewhere warm and wet, and made just for me.’ ‘A bath?’ She asked innocently, despite his words bringing heat to her cheeks and other, lower places. ‘If you wish, but that is not where I plan on burying myself.’ He lowered his head, claiming her lips with his, and suddenly she didn’t care about abandoning their guests. ‘Make with the duplicates.’ She murmured against his lips and he chuckled softly. ‘But we need to be back to cut the cake.’ ‘It’s not like they’ll start without us.’ He twisted his hand infinitesimally and she knew they were cloaked and yet still dancing for everyone to see. ‘No, but they might wonder why “we” are ignoring them.’ She referred to the duplicates as he led her away, but not towards the mansion as she thought. ‘Where are we going?’ ‘Quinjet, love. I have the dark desire to defile something dear to Stark.’ ‘You’re disgusting.’ She laughed. ‘I love it.’

Chapter 74

#loki #loki fanfiction #Loki/Sigyn #Loki/OFC #loki x sigyn #loki x ofc #Avengers #Avengers Redemption #reincarnation

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Released: May 1, 2015 Running Time: 2 hours 21 minutes

“When Tony Stark jumpstarts a dormant peacekeeping program, things go terribly awry, forcing him, Thor, the Incredible Hulk and the rest of the Avengers to reassemble. As the fate of Earth hangs in the balance, the team is put to the ultimate test as they battle Ultron, a technological terror hell-bent on human extinction. Along the way, they encounter two mysterious and powerful newcomers, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff.”

Marvel Cinematic Universe – Source – Marvel Studios

You can find all of the reviews for the Marvel Cinematic Universe at the link here. At that link, you can also find the dates that the other reviews for the Marvel Cinematic Universe will be posted. My plan is to release one every single day, and because I’ve already reviewed Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 here, and Spider – Man: Homecoming here, they will not be included in the two weeks leading up to Thor Ragnarok.

As such, I will now move onto the actual review of the film, and I hope you enjoy!

The Avengers: Age of Ultron Trailer – Source: Marvel Studios

Cast and Crew

This film was written and directed by Joss Whedon, returning for the last time in the Marvel Cinematic Universe after he was ‘absolutely drained and exhausted after this film.’ Now, I’ve already mentioned his previous work in the review for ‘Marvel’s The Avengers’, however, I will do a quick recap of it here. Before joining the MCU, he was known for directing and writing hit television shows including ‘Firefly’, ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and Dollhouse. He has since worked on writing and directing portions of the ‘Justice League’ movie that is coming to theatres on November 17, 2017, and is currently working on ‘Batgirl’ for Warner Brothers as well.