#I don’t like the idea of her being asgardian

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : GAME NIGHT : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Logan Howlett x F!Stark!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men/MCU

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None! Mentions of (Y/N)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You and Logan get invited to the Avengers game night by your father, Tony Stark. As usual, Wade tags along.

Part 2 of ‘Meet The Family’ (or can be read as a standalone)

IT WAS A WARM SATURDAY EVENING AT THE AVENGERS COMPOUND, and the living room was already buzzing with chatter and laughter. Tony Stark had decided to host a game night, something rare but always chaotic in the best way possible. Naturally, you and Logan had been invited. Well, more like dragged into it by Tony, who had left you a not-so-subtle voicemail: "Game night. Be there, or I’ll build an Iron Man suit with your name on it. Logan too."

Now, you were sitting on the couch, sandwiched between Logan, who had that same calm, unbothered expression, and Wade, who had somehow found his way into the compound again without being invited.

“Alright, team,” Tony announced, standing at the head of the room like he was about to launch into a company presentation. “Tonight, we’re doing things a little differently. No Monopoly. No Twister.” He glanced pointedly at Thor, who looked almost disappointed. “And definitely no more karaoke. Clint, I'm looking at you.”

Clint snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Hey, my rendition of ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ was iconic.”

“Iconic, yes,” Tony quipped. “Also responsible for me needing to soundproof this place. No, tonight, we’re going to play—wait for it— Avengers Trivia.”

There was a collective groan from around the room. Steve facepalmed, and Natasha narrowed her eyes at Tony. “You cannot be serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead serious, Nat,” Tony replied, a grin spreading across his face. “Jarvis is going to be our quizmaster. Everyone teams up in pairs, and we’ll see who really knows the most about this weird, dysfunctional little family we’ve built.”

Logan’s eyes flicked to you, one eyebrow raised. “Trivia? This what you do for fun?”

You chuckled, nudging him playfully. “Trust me, it gets wild.”

Wade, who was seated cross-legged on the floor like a child, raised his hand. “Ooh, ooh! I call Logan as my partner!”

“Absolutely not,” Logan deadpanned, cutting him off without hesitation.

“Rude,” Wade muttered under his breath.

Tony clapped his hands. “Alright, pick your partners. (Y/N), you’re with Logan. Nat, you’re with Steve. Clint, you’re with—”

“Me,” Wade interrupted, grinning maniacally. “The unstoppable duo is back!”

Clint groaned but didn’t argue. “Great. This’ll be fun.”

Thor was happily pairing up with Bruce, already talking about how their combined Asgardian and science knowledge would be “unmatched in the Nine Realms.”

“Let’s get started!” Tony called, snapping his fingers. “Jarvis, first question!”

The familiar voice of the AI butler filled the room. “First question: Who was the first Avenger to officially join S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

Before anyone could answer, Wade leaped to his feet. “Easy! It was Deadpool! Wait, no, I was too cool for S.H.I.E.L.D. It was Cap. Yeah, totally Captain America.”

“That’s correct,” Jarvis responded, and Wade pumped his fists triumphantly.

Steve glanced at Wade in disbelief. “How do you—never mind, I don’t want to know.”

Natasha smirked. “Looks like we’re off to a good start.”

Logan, leaning back in his seat, glanced at you with a smirk. “They’re really competitive about this, aren’t they?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Jarvis continued, “Second question: Which Avenger has the most confirmed hand-to-hand combat victories?”

Thor stood up, beaming with pride. “It is clearly I! Thor Odinson, warrior of Asgard!”

“Actually, the answer is Natasha Romanoff,” Jarvis corrected.

Thor froze, his confidence momentarily faltering. “Ah, well… yes, Lady Natasha is indeed formidable in battle.”

Natasha gave a small, smug wave. “Don’t feel bad, Thor. You’ve got the hammer thing going for you.”

The next few questions flew by, with Clint and Wade bickering over every answer, Steve trying to be diplomatic, and Tony repeatedly congratulating himself for knowing all the answers to his own questions.

Finally, Jarvis posed a question that had Logan sitting up straighter: “What is the most common alias used by Wolverine in the field?”

Wade immediately blurted, “Oh! Oh! It’s Wolverine! Wait, no—Patch! Or is it ‘That Angry Canadian Guy’? Ooh, I know—Hairy Murder Grandpa!”

Logan shot Wade a warning look. “Don’t push it.”

Wade, not knowing when to quit, leaned closer to Clint and stage-whispered, “I’m pretty sure it’s Patch. He wore an eye patch. So mysterious, so dashing.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “Is it Patch?”

Logan nodded. “That’s one of them.”

Jarvis confirmed, “Correct. Wolverine has used the alias Patch on numerous occasions, particularly in Madripoor.”

Wade looked smug, puffing out his chest. “See? I know my friends. Not that we’re friends, but you know, friends in a ‘he’ll tolerate me’ kind of way.”

Logan’s gaze met yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of the situation. “You’re handling this a lot better than I thought you would,” you whispered to him.

He shrugged. “Not my first rodeo with these types. They��re alright. Except him,” he said, nodding toward Wade, who was now debating with Clint whether Deadpool could be considered an honorary Avenger.

After a few more rounds of questions—with your team surprisingly holding its own—Tony stood up, waving his hand for attention. “Alright, alright. Let’s mix things up. I’m bored of trivia. Time for the lightning round: Avengers Charades.”

“Oh no,” Steve muttered under his breath, already looking weary.

“Oh yes!” Tony replied, grinning mischievously. “Everyone, pair up with a new partner. This time, one person will act out an iconic Avenger moment, and the other person guesses.”

Clint clapped his hands together. “This should be good. Wade, you’re on my team. Let’s see if you can manage to not ruin this.”

“Challenge accepted!” Wade chirped.

Natasha swapped with you so that you were now paired with Steve, while Logan found himself paired with Bruce. Bruce looked mildly terrified, but Logan just nodded in his calm, stoic way.

Tony raised his hand again. “Alright, first team up—Logan and Bruce. Let’s see what you’ve got!”

Bruce stood up, nervously adjusting his glasses. “I’ll, uh, act it out. You guess.”

Logan grunted. “Fine.”

Bruce stepped to the middle of the room and began... well, thrashing around. He flailed his arms, growling and making these deep, guttural noises, then pretended to smash something invisible with both hands.

Logan blinked. “The Hulk?”

“Correct!” Tony shouted, laughing. “That was the easiest one! Come on, Bruce, give us something harder next time!”

Bruce, looking sheepish, sat back down as Logan gave him a brief nod of approval.

Next, it was your turn with Steve. You drew a card from the deck Tony had provided and grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun. You stood up, positioned your hands like you were grabbing two handles, then mimed jumping out of a plane with a parachute. Steve’s eyes lit up with recognition.

“Cap jumping out of the Quinjet without a parachute.”

“Correct!” Tony called, and Steve laughed, shaking his head. “I knew you were gonna do that one.”

As the game went on, Wade acted out a scene from Thor: Ragnarok with over-the-top dramatics, pretending to be both Thor and Hulk fighting in the arena. Clint just threw his hands in the air. “I’m not guessing this.”

Thor, of course, took the opportunity to stand up and reenact an exaggerated version of his own scene, complete with an invisible Mjölnir that he swung wildly around the room.

“Another point for Team Asgard!” Thor announced proudly, and Bruce just shook his head.

Finally, it came down to Tony’s team—himself and Nat. Tony drew a card and immediately smirked. He stood up, putting on a ridiculously exaggerated “hero” pose, and then pretended to fire repulsor blasts from his hands.

Natasha crossed her arms. “Really, Tony? You’re just doing yourself?”

“Can you blame me?” Tony replied, winking at her.

Natasha sighed. “Iron Man in literally every movie you’ve been in.”

“Bingo!” Tony grinned, bowing dramatically as if he’d just performed Shakespeare at the Globe.

The night wrapped up with everyone gathered in the living room, laughing and sharing stories. You leaned against Logan, feeling his steady presence beside you as the chaos of your family—both old and new—buzzed around you.

“Well,” Logan said quietly, watching as Thor tried to explain to Clint why throwing Mjölnir wasn’t cheating in charades, “this wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Told you. We’re a weird bunch, but we’re family.”

Logan looked down at you, a rare softness in his eyes. "Yeah, I can see that."

Just as the moment settled between you two, Wade suddenly jumped up, startling everyone. "Wait! One last round! We can't end game night without one final showdown."

Tony groaned, already halfway out of his seat. "Wade, it's late. And I think we've done enough—"

"No!" Wade insisted dramatically, waving his arms. "It's tradition! And by tradition, I mean something I just made up. The Ultimate Battle: Avengers Pictionary!"

"God, no," Clint muttered, but it was too late. Wade was already tearing open a random box from Tony's game collection, pulling out a whiteboard and markers.

"Alright, alright," Natasha sighed. "One round, Wade. One."

Wade grinned and tossed the marker at Logan, who caught it midair with practiced ease. "You, Logan! You’re up first!"

Logan glanced at the marker, clearly unamused, then at you. "Pictionary, really?"

You shrugged with a grin. "Rules are rules. Besides, I wanna see how good your art skills are."

With a small grunt of resignation, Logan stood and moved to the whiteboard, glancing briefly at the card Wade handed him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then, without a word, he began to draw.

At first, the lines were slow, hesitant, but as the seconds ticked by, Logan’s rough sketch started taking shape. There was a figure—a man, with claws and an iconic stance.

Tony leaned forward, grinning. "Oh, this one's obvious."

But before anyone could guess, Wade leapt up. "It’s me! Deadpool! No, wait, it’s—"

"Logan," you cut in with a smirk, recognizing the stance. "It's him. Wolverine."

Logan stopped drawing, looked back at the group, and gave a small, satisfied nod. "Yep."

The room erupted into laughter, and Tony threw his hands up. "Okay, that's it. Game night over. Logan wins."

Logan shook his head, placing the marker down. "This was ridiculous."

"Ridiculously fun," Wade chimed in, unbothered by Logan’s usual gruff demeanor.

As the night wrapped up for real this time, you leaned against Logan once more, feeling the warmth of his presence amidst the laughter and camaraderie around you. Sure, game night had been chaotic, but in the end, it was just another reminder that no matter how strange or dysfunctional, this was your family.

And Logan? Well, he was officially part of it now, too.

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Sorry, I Love You - Prologue

We did it! We did it! We did it! Yay!

Since you guys are awesome and helped me reach 100 followers, here is the prologue to my new Bucky x Reader fic Sorry, I Love You inspired by the Stray Kids song of the same title (also, stream 5-Star on your favorite music app!)

This is a friends-with-benefits - to - strangers - to - something that I haven't written yet. I've got 5 chapters completed and no idea where the story will take me. I'll add tags as we go!

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Friends with Benefits, angst, unrequited feelings, Natasha being a Good Friend. This is just the Prologue, so a lot more to come!

Word Count: 700

Let's go!

You hide your feelings as deep as you can, but they bubble over. You can’t help but stare dreamily when his face morphs in happiness as his eyes squint when he laughs with the guys over a pint of Asgardian liquor. 

You know your face says everything you won’t. When you meet Natasha’s gaze from across the table as Bucky throws his head back in an exaggerated groan at something Sam said, you immediately straighten your spine and wipe all traces of love sickness from your face. She softens her brows and gives you a pitying look you can’t stand.

You stand from where you’re sitting, disturbing the group’s conversation going on around you while you’re distracted by the highlights and shadows of Bucky’s mouth. His bright blue eyes meet yours, slightly fuzzy from the amount of Asgardian liquor flowing through his system, and he smiles at you from one side of his mouth.

“Where ya’ goin’, sweetheart?” Bucky basically yells from three seats away. “The party ain’t over yet!”

You laugh and drain what’s left of your drink before slamming it down and taking a small step backwards. You scrunch your face up and shake your head at the burn.

“It is for me, Barnes. You guys know it’s way past my bedtime.”

Everyone either laughs at your self-deprecating statement or starts complaining about you being lame. You smile brightly as you tell everyone good night and make your way out of the room. You immediately know you're not alone in leaving the table when you hear more exaggerated complaining from the group following someone else’s goodbye.

“Hey!”

Nat’s voice reaches your ears just as she grabs your arm and walks beside you. You both make your way towards the residential quarters where you and Nat share the same floor. The walk is quiet. Neither of you speak all the way to the elevator and the entire ride up. The hand she grabbed you with has looped through your elbow and pulled you close. You both lean back against the shiny surface of the carriage wall, listening to the soft AC/DC coming from the speakers. Freaking Tony Stark, you think to yourself, hiding a small, fond smile.

Nat breaks the silence as the ring of the bell ushers the opening of the elevator doors. Her arm tightens around your own, pulling you closer into her side.

“Are you good to go on the mission with Barnes later this year?” Although Nat asks the question bluntly, her tone of voice is gentle.

You snort and turn to look at her with a confused look on your face.

“Yeah?” you respond. You know that she knows that you know why she needs to ask the question, but you refuse to admit anything out loud.

“It’s just,” Natasha sighs and drops your arm, turning to face you, “this is a close quarters kind of mission – I don’t want you doing something stupid.”

“Wow, Nat.” You huff and cross your arms protectively in front of your chest, continuing down the hallway at the slow pace you’d set. “Tell me how you really feel.”

She closes her eyes and waves a hand in front of her face, acting like she’s batting her last words out of the air.

“Not stupid,” she clarifies, “I meant I don’t want your feelings for Barnes to make you think there’s something there when there really isn't.” Nat gives you a reproachful look when you start to deny it. “I know this is something you and he talk about sometimes, where he says he’s not looking for a relationship. But, hon, you’re always looking at him like you want one.”

You stare straight ahead to avoid her gaze, worrying your lips with the blunt edges of your teeth. A jittery, painful feeling fills you at the mere thought of whatever it is you have with Bucky ending like you know it will. This ‘relationship’ that isn't really a relationship.

“I don’t mean to,” you whisper pitifully.  

“I know,” she soothes, removing your lip from your teeth with her thumb and using the other hand to rub your arm. “It’s just a crush – it’ll go away.”

You both hear the doubt in her words.

PART 1

[gloriousburden]

ohhh so u meant like "his type" and "loves women who can challenge him" as in not like for a serious relationship and love but like for playing around? srry i have trouble with interpreting what i read online sometimes lol!

do u think his canon "type" as in for more real and long term things is still that or could it be any/numerous? sigyn for example, from the bits I've seen in some comics and the fanworks where they pair her with MCU Loki she is like, really sweet and nurturing. Some make her shy and others more hyper. But she's not like a doormat or lacking depth, shes complex and not always saccharine with him, yk? how do u think he'd pair with someone like that, who still knows how to challenge him in ways? like maybe sugar and fire type of personality or idk

No it’s okay! I’m kind of stupid and word things really badly on here sometimes LOL people misunderstand me all the time

Honestly, the post was a bit playful. I just sort of found it a bit funny that he continues to have an attraction to a woman who wants nothing to do with him 😭

Hmm… what do I ACTUALLY think Loki’s canon type is… would he like someone shy? Someone more confident? I think his type would be someone more confident. He specifically likes/is intrigued by confidence in women. Perhaps a lot of Asgardian women he’s interacted with are a bit shy considering the fact he’s a prince and a god (and very attractive/charming). We do know that female warriors were looked down upon, so most Asgardian women probably feel they have to fit a more “dainty” and stereotypically feminine personality.

So I think that Loki finds confidence/strength as a really attractive trait in women because it stands out to him, and is a bit more similar to his own personality. It’s intriguing to him. He’s drawn to it. He also has his own moments of low self esteem/weakness, so I think he would look up to/be inspired by someone who’s confident in themselves. Either that, or he would envy them very much. He envies certain aspects of Thor’s confidence/strength, but he also finds it to be a bit ignorant.

Which is why… I think he’d want his partner to be on a similar level as him. Similar intelligence, and similar personality. His partner would mirror him in ways, but also puzzle him. I don’t see him wanting someone completely opposite from him, but I also don’t see him wanting an exact replica of himself. They have to think similarly, but they also have to have something he lacks. He needs to be intrigued by them in some way.

I don’t know if he’d really love the sweet and nurturing/shy type? I mean, he would love a partner that does take care of him of course, but obviously.. he’s very closed off and afraid of being vulnerable. Which they actually could help with, but I feel he wants to earn/“work for” that sort of relationship. He doesn’t feel he deserves it, and it might be a bit off putting.

I feel that he likes someone he can solve. Someone who’s sweet and nurturing, doesn’t give him a whole lot to work with. He’s the challenging type. He wants someone a bit more complex than that. (Not that people who are sweet and nurturing cannot be complex, but I feel it’s something he sort of expects from women specifically. It’s not that challenging to him.)

And like I said, Loki seems to be drawn to the “new” and “innovative” rather than what he already knows. I sort of got the idea that Asgardian women tend to be shy/sweet and nurturing around him, and… it’s not too intriguing. Not that he’s canonically attracted to her or anything but, Jane stood out to him because she’s confident. She’s intelligent. She doesn’t take shit from anyone. He’s expecting her to be the more quiet, shy type. But, she proves him wrong. And he really appreciates it and approves of it lol

I do think he would find a shy partner appealing in certain aspects, as he loves to tease and figure people out. He would like the advantage he has over them. He’d want them to open up to him, even if he’s a bit reluctant to open up to them. Maybe he would eventually feel comfortable opening up to them. It matches the sort of “shyness” he had in Thor 1. There’s pros and cons to both confident and shy partners. He may feel like he cannot open up to a confident partner, but he also may feel like certain aspects of his personality could be off putting to a shyer partner.

You didn’t say anything like this but, I don’t think he would want someone who blindly worships everything he does. He’d find it a bit intriguing at first, but it gets boring because… no challenge!

I think he’d be more intrigued by someone who straight up hates him. It’s a challenge to him. He wants to figure them out.

It’s hard to tell of course since certain aspects of Loki’s are not really shown canonically (like what type of romantic partners he’s had/seeks) but we can watch the movies and look at certain people he’s been intrigued by, as well as certain people he’s disliked to get a bit of an idea. That’s what I’m going based off of anyway. He tends to dislike those who he deems arrogant/unintelligent. He tends to dislike those who do, before they think. He has a dislike for humans because they are “simpler”

He tends to be intrigued by those who are confident. He tends to be intrigued by those who are intelligent. He’s intrigued by strength/power, but not strength/power that is used with no thought/intelligence behind it.

The sweet and nurturing aspect… well, he obviously didn’t receive a whole lot of that. The only one who was remotely sweet and nurturing to him was Frigga, and even then… he didn’t know how to take it. Obviously, romantic relationships would be different than a familiar one. But, I don’t see him allowing himself to accept love from someone who’s already highly sweet and nurturing to everyone. He wants to know why he deserves it. It may feel insincere to him. He wants that love to be VERY specific to him. He may feel it’s more sincere from someone who doesn’t openly love, similarly to himself. Not many things are done specifically for him, so I think he’d really like a closed off partner who opens up to him and loves him. He’d see himself in their vulnerability, and would really appreciate them opening up to him despite their fear of vulnerability.

I do not ship Loki with anyone, so I’m not being biased. But out of all the people he is shipped with, I think he would lean towards the more “mysterious”/“confident but not at all arrogant/unintelligent” types. Sif, Natasha, and Tony for example. Those who also have dark pasts, and have struggled in similar ways as him. Those who view things similarly, but differently to him. I don’t see him loving the OVERLY silly type, but I also don’t see him loving someone he cannot AT ALL be playful with. He’s the god of mischief, but he is also very serious.

He loves to tease, but I think he could also enjoy being teased to a certain extent. He likes having an advantage over others, but he could allow them to have an advantage over him. He’s very versatile, so it’s difficult to point to a specific type LOL

Rambled so badly but this is sort of how I view it. It’s the impression I’ve always gotten, anyway. I try to go based off canon, and notice what types of people Loki is drawn to. That’s where my idea of his types come from, though it’s not at all made obvious.

Honestly, his type could be completely different than what I’ve said. He could prefer a shy/really sweet and nurturing partner. He could prefer someone who’s the complete opposite from who he is. Or… I could be right!

Thanks for the ask I had a lot of fun thinking about this and putting it into words. I’m not really good with articulating certain things, so sorry if I repeat myself a ton and forget to elaborate on certain things. If anything’s unclear, I will correct it!

[musclesandhammering]

I’m curious who/what race you think his mother was?

The problems with all the Loki curly hair theories are a) if it's considered unruly for royalty why does Frigga let hers stay curly and b) if it's uncommon among Asgardians or not the social beauty standards, this Loki is bullied for it, why doesn't Volstag or any other Asgardian with curly hair striaghten it because we've seen quite a few with curly hair.

Here's my new theory. From a young age Loki has been told that his hair looks better straightened, mostly by his mother, and it's easier to maintain if he doesn't bother taking care of the curls and just straightening them out. The real reason is his curly hair makes him look exactly like his mother.

I have a huge personal hc about Loki's mother so that's for a whole other post or a full fic but basically Loki had to get his curly hair from someone and it sure isn't his dad so I think it's from his mother and both Odin and Frigga new her and Loki looks exactly like her, especially with curly hair.

[ashdreams2023]

can you do a loki one shot in which reader skips her meals or something don't eat anything for whole day??? you don't have to if you don't want to

I got you sweetheart

Loki x fem reader

Tw: kind of an ED thing

Help

Loki was a bottomless bit, much like Thor but he didn’t stuff everything his eyes landed on into his mouth.

He chooses to enjoy taste and not be greedy when it comes to food, it wasn’t a good look on him.

Humans had smaller stomachs, which meant they consumed much less than any Asgardian person or first giant.

Smaller portions was something he was accustomed too whenever he went to Midgard, he didn’t mind it at all, especially when it came to meals with you, the food didn’t matter much because he was there for the good time first.

Although he had noticed something different.

It was you, your eating habits had changed since the last time he visited, you didn’t take dessert and many times just skipped your whole meal all together.

Even when it was only you two, your plate would be barely touched, you think he doesn’t notice because you’re trying too much but he dose, he notices everything.

He didn’t want to nag or bring up something you weren’t ready to talk about but it was truly concerning, it reached rock bottom when he saw how pale in the face you looked after skipping meals the last three days.

"What’s going on with you?"

"Nothing, I think I just need sleep"

"You can’t lie to save your life darling"

You sighed and rubbed your temples "Loki, I said I’m fine, I had a long day and my body just needs rest is all, stop worrying about nothing"

Loki crossed and looked down at you with a disapproved look "Your body needs food, you are a creature who needs to feed on solids, you have to eat"

"I’m not hungry-"

"Stop lying to me!"

You froze, Loki never raised his voice on you before and it felt awful. Your eyes dropped down and before he could reach out for you, you pushed him.

"Stay away from me! You have no idea how it’s like being me!" You clenched your fists in frustration, your lip trembled.

His eyes went wide, he opened his mouth then closed it, you looked hurt, he didn’t mean to hurt you, he was just worried for your health.

He sighs and hides his hands behind his back, he keeps his head low "my apologies, I should have not raised my voice at you, it was uncalled for and you didn’t deserve it….darling just please tell me what’s wrong, I want to help you"

You blinked away the little tears that threatened to drop and turned around, giving him your back, you wanted to stay mad at him, scream and hit him if he came close but you loved him and know he was telling the truth.

"You promise to not judge me?"

He nods, even though you can’t see him but you know he does.

"It’s…sometimes it’s difficult, ok?"

"Elaborate on that if you will"

You groaned and turned around to face him, you felt embarrassed after your outburst seconds again "It’s because…I don’t know, sometimes I just find eating to be a distraction and I don’t think I need it…"

Loki kept quiet for a long minute then stepped closer to you, you didn’t move this time and stayed in peace when he warped his arms around you.

"Silly girl and your ridiculous ideas, do you know how seeing you like this makes me feel?"

"Um…upset?"

"precisely….I want my beautiful dove to stay healthy, mentally and physically, which means I want you to have three meals a day and stop doing this to yourself, I don’t want to lose you to something I could have stopped"

You felt tightness in your chest at his words, you didn’t think he would react this way, you’ve done this plenty of times before but those were times when he wasn’t around.

But then again, everything changed when Loki came.

"I…I’m sorry"

"Don’t apologize too, just try to stop it, I’ll help you, I’m your friend, your lover and number one supporter, I’ll stick beside you till the end"

"You promise?"

"On my life and you know how hard it is to kill me"

"I do." you said smiled.

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The hat-rule

A/N: hi! Finally a post on this blog without being shadowbanned:p but you can still follow my other blog; @rogerswifesblog-updates I don’t remember how this idea come into my mind (probably some tiktok or smth) but I really hope you’ll enjoy it!!

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Cowboy!Reader (cowgirl?)

Summary: Steve puts readers hat on not knowing the rule behind his actions.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, the cowboy hat rule, reader is described rather curvy I’d say, blow job, female masturbation, squirting, cum eating, cum swallowing, male masturbation (?)

Cowboy hat rule: If you wear a cowboy'hat, you have to ride the cowboy!

It was a stupid idea, Steve thought. Going to a country club? He doesn’t even like that kind of music. But it also wasn’t his idea. It’s Clint’s turn to decide what they’re going to do on a Saturday night and that’s what he decided would be fun. Usually they made movie nights, cooking, baking or going out for drinks to some luxurious places (yeah, the last one is always on Tony).

„It’ll be fun, Cap. You can even ride the mechanic bull-we all should do it”, Clint grinned as they walked into the pub, he and Tony were wearing cowboy hats. They wanted Steve to wear one too, but he declined. It’s not really his thing. He rather wears his baseball cap, as low as possible, so nobody recognises him-even though he’s pretty sure with the other avengers this will happen either way.

Sighing, Steve shook his head. “Yeah, sure. I can do that if you leave me alone about the hat. I won’t wear one”, he mumbled, as they sat down at a free table. Steve immediately caught someone’s eye; a pretty young lady sitting at another table nearby. She was a cow…girl? At least that’s what he assumed since you were wearing a cowboy hat. A sweet smile crept onto your lips when you looked right at him meeting his gaze.

Steve felt a blush forming over his cheeks, giving you a short smile he quickly looked away, straight into the eyes of a smirking Natasha. Her gaze told him she knew something-even though he had no idea what. She was looking at him like a predator at its prey. Like a shark. A grin crept onto her lips. All teeth.

But she didn’t say anything. Instead she took out a flask, giving it to him. The smell alone told Steve it was Asgardian alcohol.

So that’s how this evening is going to be. Fine.

After they all ordered the drink Steve asked for a shot Glass for himself, too, which he received without questions about the mysterious flask. That’s one of the little perks of being an Avenger. Nobody asked questions…

While they were talking and drinking one shot after another, he forgot about the pretty girl next to them. Only meeting your gaze a few times, always smiling at each other. You even once lifted your shot at him, signalizing him to drink-and he did it. Tony noticed it, of course, teasing him about it. “Well, well, Capsicle. A cowgirl?”, but Steve ignored him, as Natasha stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him with her.

“I dare you to ride the bull!” She knew Steve is always up for a challenge, so it didn’t surprise her when he took off his cap and jacket, throwing both in her open arms. “Watch me tame that beast”, he grinned, loud enough for the avengers and you to hear. The corners of your lips twitched and you put down your drink, to fully concentrate on the avengers that were walking closer to the mechanic bull, probably wanting to watch Steve and maybe try riding it themselves.

That’s gonna be a show.

The huge chunk of a man sat on the bull, not needing help getting onto its back. His cheeks wore a gentle blush, maybe from being tipsy or maybe from having this much attention from all the people around him.

When the bull started moving you immediately saw his legs tightening around it, his muscles flexing, thigh Firm and thick. You’d do anything to feel them thighten around your head…or riding one of his thighs, while he’d bounce it, moving his hands over your body, maybe squeezing your breasts…

You quickly shook these thoughts away, watching the blond still holding onto the bull, but seemingly struggling. Huh. You thought the Captain would be better than that-but before the 20th second could pass, Steve was thrown forward, falling right over the bulls head, landing on his but.

His gaze immediately fell to you, especially when he heard your soft, amused laugh. Once again he felt his blood rush to his face, making him blush a scarlet red. “Wow, Cap, you really show the bull how it’s done-“ Tony’s voice made him look at the man. “Well, yeah? Then do it better”, while Steve left the mats, Tony shrugged his suit jacket off. “You’ll be surprised Capsicle.”

All the Avengers tried riding the bull-Tony being thrown to the side only a bit after ten seconds, then Clint, who made a literal backflip when the bull started moving more suddenly-but he was longer on the bull than Steve, not really surprising anyone. Somehow everyone got used to Clint having weird skills, not knowing the reason for that. Especially not after seeing him pole dancing on an undercover mission.

“Come on, Nat, you should try it”, Clint grinned, but the redhead only laughed. “Yeah, no I’m good.”

Hearing that the Avengers were done, you stood up and walked straight up to the bull. “Then let me show you how to really tame the bull”, with that you hopped onto the bull, not even grabbing the rope. The guy operating the bull laughed loudly. “Well, our record holder, I see. Let’s not make it easy for you”, he tipped his head to you, Turing in the bull.

You’ve ridden the mechanic animal so many times, it’s not even a real challenge anymore. Your hips moved smoothly, sliding along with every move, thrusting forward…making Steve imagine your body naked, riding him. Sinking on his dick, sliding forward and back on his dick, your hands grabbing his pecks, maybe pinching his nipple lightly. Fuck. Thank god he was sitting with his jacket in his lap, otherwise he’d give the other people around him a bigger show than before.

He couldn’t stop his dick from tenting his jeans, as he watched your breasts jiggle with every movement, your ass bounce as the bull started shaking from side to side. With you bending forward he could look right into your cleavage. His dick twitched, while he couldn’t tear away his eyes from your breasts. Fuck, they looked so soft. If you’d let him fuck these? Maybe you’d wrap your plump lips around the leaking head of his cock.

Looking up you noticed Steve staring at you, squirming in his seat. He was observing you like a tiger. A hungry tiger, watching his prey.

Without thinking twice you grabbed your hat throwing it to Steve, who caught it out of reflex. The people around him immediately started cheering, Clint and Tony telling him to put it on, which seemed to confuse him.

And then he did it.

Some people that saw the interaction clapped their hands, Tony whistled and Steve just looked confused to Nat. She only grinned cheekily. Then Clint clapped him on the shoulder and Steve was totally puzzled.

…What just happened?

After a few more seconds you jumped down from the bull, walking straight up to him. Sitting, he had to look up at you, with the few inches you had now over him. Putting his hands on his wide shoulders, you stroked over them, massaging him gently. “You know what they say, Captain…wear the hat, ride the cowboy-or, well cowgirl in this case”, you purred in his ear. Of course, others still heard it. Especially Tony, who had been listening curiously as soon as you stepped up to Steve.

The color that was slowly coming back to normal on Steve's cheeks turned once again a dark red shade, creeping from under his button down right to the very end of his ears. “E-excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am, I’m sorry for taking your hat-my friend told me to wear it-I’m really sorry, ma’am”, Steve rambled, not understanding what you were talking about. Riding? You? Were you talking about…sex? Was he this obvious with his attraction towards you? Oh god, was he being a creep???

Your soft chuckle made him look back at you, not even having noticed he started nervously looking around. “Stevie, you have no idea what it means to wear this hat, huh?”, he shook his head, slowly taking off the hat and offering it back to you. You took it in your head, but put it back on his head instead of yours. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. It’s exactly what you think it is”, you grinned and it looked like Steve’s blush darkened if that was still possible.

His mouth agape, eyes big and curious roaming over your face…his hands slowly finding your waist and pulling you a bit closer. “So we-should we go now to your place? I’d like to-you know-do…it”, Steve mumbled, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. You took his hand and pulled him up from his seat. Now, needing to look up at him, you winked at the man. “My place isn’t far away. Let’s get going and…I’ll show you some real riding”, with that you took your jacket from your booth, hearing as the avengers teased Steve. “I can’t believe we help Cap to get laid tonight-” “-don’t forget to use protection-“ “you’ll better endure longer than with the bull-” “hopefully you won’t get a heart attack old man-“

You couldn’t hear the rest after closing the pub doors and leaving the building. For a moment only sounds were coming from the cars passing by and people chatting, while you two walked the path, your arm around his, holding onto him.

“I’m Y/N”, you mumbled, only now noticing you haven’t introduced yourself yet. At least not properly. You knew who he was, probably most people in the pub knew it, but everyone was respectful and wouldn’t annoy them with autographs and pictures. In the end, the Avengers were just people. Well, maybe Tony Stark was…a bit different. But it’s Tony stark. Everyone knew him like that.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m-well, you know who I am”, he sighed, making you look up at him, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “You’re Steve-an awful bull-rider if you ask me”, this made him chuckle lightly and he pulled you a bit closer against him.

Steve smiled at you for a moment, before kissing your head, making the two of you giggle. A few moments later you stopped at your complex building, taking out your key. “Here we are”, you grinned, already imagining Steve’s hands on your body, his lips on your skin…suckling and licking at your soft spot at your throat. God, you couldn’t stop thinking about it all. But he stopped smiling, pulling away from you and looking down at the footpath.

“I…I’m not- I usually don’t do stuff like that, you should know”, he mumbled, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Was he talking about bull riding? Because you could see it, without him needing to clarify that. And you didn’t mind. “It’s okay. I’m not making fun of you, don’t worry-I mean, I’d rather made fun of Stark. He looked silly, you looked…well, pretty good”, Steve still seemed unsure and not amused, which made you furrow your eyebrows. A few seconds ago he was laughing? What happened?

Gently taking his hand out of his pocket, interlocking them you pulled Steve against you. Your other hand stroking over his cheek. “What is it Steve?”, you asked quietly. You could clearly see the blush still lingering on his pale skin.

He put his hand gently over yours, squeezing. “It’s-its the first time I left with someone-I mean I’m- I have done it but never with a stranger-not that I would mind if, because you’re really pretty and fuck-so sexy and hot-oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-I mean-god I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. It’s like my brain to mouth filter doesn’t work, Jesus, I’m so sorry”, he rambled, shaking his head.

When he looked back at you, you were grinning amused. All teeth, even with pretty dimples and little happy wrinkles surrounding your eyes. “Steve, we don’t have to do anything…we can just go up, sit down and watch a movie. I’ll make us something to eat…we don’t even have to kiss”, you reassured him.

Only then did he smile lightly before nodding. “But….I’d really like to kiss you”, it was only a whisper, barely audible. It still made your whole heart flutter, butterflies trying to erupt from under your skin, everything tingling…

God, did this man even know how pretty he was when smiling?

A second later Steve leaned down, giving you a gentle peck on the lips. Unsure and hastily, yet it still managed to make your breath hitch.

Blushing Steve watched you for a moment, before once again kissing you, this time longer. A slow soft kiss, not erotic just…gentle. It’s like he was kissing you for the purpose of kissing, not to indicate anything sexual. It was really…nice. To be kissed like that.

Your hand found his neck, pulling him a bit closer, the hat on his head slowly sliding down. You couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips, while you pulled back and pushed the head in its place. “Let’s get inside. It’s getting cold”, you whispered, feeling your own blood rush to your cheeks.

After entering your apartment, you took off your boots, Steve doing the same with his shoes toeing them off. You shook your head lightly, grinning at the grown ass man, toeing off his shoes like a child. He shrugged, pulling you closer against him. “Don’t say anything. My mom hated it when I did that”, he grinned, not even noticing sharing such a memorie with a total stranger.

Laughing, you went to the kitchen to grab two beers. Of course Steve followed you like a lost puppy, looking around your apartment curiously. “Oh this is pretty”, Steve said, looking at one of your paintings. “Thanks, it’s…just a little hobby of mine”, you said smiling. Steve’s eyes immediately light up. “I love drawing too! And painting! What paint do you use?”

That’s how you two started talking about art supplies and other stuff, Steve having more knowledge than you, but still being patient and explaining everything to you. At this point you were both sitting on the couch, close enough for your thighs to touch.

Taking another sip of your beer your gaze fell to Steve’s head, still wearing your hat. Was he even aware of it? A small smile crept onto your lips. Steve followed your gaze, or tried to, looking up cross eyed. “Oh, I’m sorry”, he blushed, taking off his hat. His hair was sticking out in every direction, which he quickly tried to brush over with his hand. “You look cute with it”, you grinned, shrugging. You grabbed the hat again, putting it on his disheveled hair.

Only then did you notice how close you two were. His breathing against your soft skin…when did his hands land on your waist? Instead of pulling away you slowly stroking with your hand over his cheek and slowly down to his neck. Steve could hear your heartbeat quicken, when he slowly pulled you on his lap. His lips and nose caressing along your skin.

Then you felt his lips press against yours, kissing you gently, but hungry. His tongue exploring your mouth, kissing your teeth. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your hips press against his bulge. “Fuck”, he whispered, slowly kissing down your neck, while grabbing your hips and grinding his arousal against your crotch, making you gasp. He felt big, even though he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

You reached with one hand to his zipper, slowly opening it, before pulling the pants a bit down with Steve’s help. While stroking his clothed cock you could feel him hardening beneath your palm. Your other hand started opening his button down.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous”, you whispered, leaning down and licking over one of his rosy nipples, listening to Steve’s moans, while he bucked into your palm. His tip had already left a wet spot on his boxer shorts from all the pre cum.

One of his hands grabbed your hair, pulling you in another bruising kiss, your lips already feeling raw from all the kissing. His grip on your hair tightened, while he grabbed your hand with the other one and guided you in his boxershorts, where he wrapped your hand around his cock.

Fuck.

Your fingers didn’t touch. They didn’t close around his girth. He was long, probably long enough to touch your cervix. Holy Jesus. You traced the vines with your fingers. You weren’t setted with just your imagination, so you broke up the kiss and looked down at his dick in your hand. “Fuck-wanna suck you off, steve. Please let me do that”, you nearly whined, already sliding down from his lap.

If you had to be honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you’d get him fully in your mouth-and if you did, then your jaw would hate you for that. You could already feel the pain. Yet it didn’t stop you.

As soon as your knees hit the floor, you started licking his tip, circling his slit, before letting him glide in your mouth. You didn’t want to tease him. You couldn’t. You had to feel him.

When you started to bob your head, you felt how your pussy started throbbing. Fuck, you’ve never been this hot for someone you just met. Opening your own pants you pushed your hand beneath your panties, already finding your pussy wet. Drenched. When you started circling your clit a moan escaped your lips, making Steve’s hips buck into your mouth. “Fuck-“, he grabbed your hair, pushing your head a bit lower. His cock hit your gag reflex, but with Steve’s movements he pushed past it, his dick filling your throat.

The slightly rougher treatment makes you even wetter, two of your fingers sliding easily in your cunt with a squelch. Steve chuckled at that. “My little slut, getting worked up while sucking my dick, huh?”, he whispered, moving your head over his dick like he pleased. And you let him.

You’d let him do anything and everything to you at this point.

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of dick. You only looked up at him, while he fucked your face like toy.

You really hadn’t expected him to turn into a rough dom, after being all shy and unsure the whole evening long. Somehow this made it all even better. And you wetter.

“Baby-fuck, I’m going to fill your pretty mouth-you’d like that, huh? I can tell you’re desperate to have my cum fill your pretty mouth”, he mumbled, his thrusts becoming harder, his dick hitting your throat more often.

Your movements of your fingers quickened too and you started rubbing your clit furiously, feeling your orgasm approach, while Steve was chasing his own, fucking your face without a care.

The mix of Steve’s pre cum and your saliva was dripping down your chin and onto his balls, even some of it on his pants. It was messy. Filthy even.

A moan escaped you, muffled by Steve’s cock, when you finally came, drenching your own fingers while you squirted over your hand, your legs trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. “Oh fuck sweetheart-“, with that Steve pressed your head down, your nose hitting his pelvic, while he grinded against your face, his cum floating your mouth and throat. He slowly pulled your head away, but you felt how his tip was still twitching and spurting more cum. God, how much could he cum?

He pulled his whole shaft out, only leaving the tip between his lips. “Swallow sweetheart, Daddy wants to feed you some more”, if you could come just from words, this would be definitely it.

Steve started stroking his dick, not moving your head, still having the mushroom head between your lips. You looked up at him, still circling your clit gently, before pulling your hand out of your pants, which Steve quickly grabbed and pulled to his lips, licking and sucking your fingers clean. “Mm, so good, baby. Cant wait to have a taste from the source”, he grinned, making you whine quietly against his dick.

After a few more strokes you felt his cum flood your mouth, while Steve’s head fell back, a load moan escaping his lips, while he milked his cock in your mouth. You felt his tip leaving some cum on your lips when he pulled away, his dick slapping against his abdomen, still hard. “Swallow, sweetheart”, he grinned lazily. You did as told, showing him your empty mouth, sticking out your tongue, while you leaned to his dick again, licking around the head. “Such a good girl, fuck”, he whispered, grinding his dick against your face, before pulling you by the hair and away from his cock, back on his lap.

Your hat was still on his head, just a bit crooked, so you adjusted it a bit, which wasn’t necessary since Steve pulled you in another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, chasing his own taste.

“How many times can you go?”, you whispered against his lips, stroking over his hard cock again.

A devilish grin appeared on his lips.

“Wanna find out?”

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[musclesandhammering]

I like the idea of pre-canon Loki being an icon to asgardian minority groups.

Like, the queer community in Asgard? Love him to death. Particularly the trans community. They look up to them so hard.

Little asgardian girls hero-worshipping loki in her female form, because not only is she a female warrior who reminds them of a Valkyrie, but she’s also a sorcerer and a princess.

Asgardians who don’t fit the traditional asgardian standard of beauty being obsessed with Loki cause he looks nothing like his family or the people around him but he’s still confident and hot as hell.

Asgardian witches (independent magic users) after centuries of persecution suddenly feeling so seen and represented because there’s a witch in the royal family (Frigga doesn’t count, she works for the government).

Asgardian commoners feeling slightly less invisible because the younger prince is kind to them and spends more time mingling in the smaller villages than the rest of the royal family who hang out in the palace.

Non-Asgardians who have been wary of Asgard because of their suffocating military presence for eons, feeling just a tiny bit more at ease because the second prince likes sneaking off-world and exploring other realms and meeting other people all the time.

After the truth about his heritage comes out sometime post-TDW, non-Asgardians living in Asgard (like Hogun for example) feel oddly comforted by the fact that a member of a persecuted race is part of the ruling family.

[smww4ever]

Just Nope ✋

I hold no greater ire for anything in comics than Immortal Beloved. May it rot in the depths of Asgardian sewage. Bear with me as I explain why I loathe Immortal Beloved with a passion. In no terms should this story be applauded. It is a pure insult to the SuperWonder fandom. If you can’t see it for what it is, let me explain.

Basically, it's a big f-u to SuperWonder fans. The message DC is saying with this is that it will always have Lois with Superman no matter what. They can toss out a few crumbs here and there but they will never give us the pairing, friendship or otherwise in live action or TV show.

It’s written so badly. It creates this paradox putting Superman into a cheating place in his relationship with Diana. In one instance, he gives up his life to go fight with Wonder Woman but at a minute before 1,000 years is up, it's hey it'll always be 'what's her name'. Oh and here's a trinket for you, Di. Pfffttt. Paradoxes with this story. As if he's some kind of alien pope who is infallible. We all know the pope isn't infallible. Everybody wants Superman to be more human. Humans make mistakes. I'm actually glad that the story didn't turn into one where they give in, it would mean that SuperWonder is a mistake. It's not. The only classy way I've seen SuperWonder told is through Kingdom Come. Everything else alludes to a "did they" or "are they" scenario. The nuances always point to romance between the two. Probably because they were meant to be together. Duh.

Add to that, Superman has never lived 1,000 years. Nobody who lives that long is the same person at the end. You change. You have core traits but you will be a different person. You should be a better person. Experiences shape you. There would be a high level of maturity. It’s unfathomable though to regular humans with life spans up to 80 on average to even wrap their minds around it. If he decided to go all in with Diana and have a family, they'd come back very different people having to deal with a reality that wouldn't accept them. It would be the wrong time for them to come together. In this instance, this is where Kingdom Come has no barriers to SuperWonder. The hindrances are gone.

Granted Diana has lived long. Although being that Themyscira is in another dimension so to speak. Time is different. Her longevity in the Earthly realm isn't a thousand years either.

This comic belongs in the trash bin. Full stop.

But since people like to rewrite stories, here's my idea. I would rewrite it to where Thor summons J'onn J'onzz in place of Diana. That way he can shape-shift into Lois. You’ll have Clark porking Lois, his forever love, battling side by side with superpowers. Pretty sure he’ll wonder how she got them. Maybe the Asgardians gifted them to her, and you’ll have the LGBTQ fans getting something out of it too.

Save Diana.

The woman deserves better. Why demean her like this? Who came up with the 'she's bound to help out with Asgardian affairs no matter what'. Pfffttt. And Kal?

Speaking to this version of dumbed down Kal: If Lois is that important to you, you should have asked Thor for a favor and towed her along. Maybe the Asgardians would have trained her to fight along side while reporting on it in the Valhalla Times. Then it would be a truly Lois-centric story.

All jokes aside, if DC won’t put SuperWonder together in a normal healthy romantic union then don’t do this to them either. (I know this is an old comic.)

See I blame DC for this. The gapping hole they made with eliminating SuperWonder. If we got normal interactions between the two, we could have had moments of friendship but even that wasn’t allowed.

Until next time... ✌️

🤭

I redesigned the cover btw, heh heh.

[imagine-loki]

🚨 CAUTION/TRIGGER WARNING: Name-Calling; Verbal Abuse

Imagine walking hand-in-hand with Loki when the two of you overhear Odin berating Frigga as a “nagging shrew.”

You ache for her, naturally, unable to imagine what it must be like to endure such a thing from one’s own husband.

Loki is visibly furious. He remembers hearing all this back when he was little. He remembers Frigga blinking back her tears and putting on a brave, happy smile for her boys.

He remembers how much worse it was for everyone whenever he or Thor tried to speak up for their mother.

Odin finishes his diatribe, and Frigga leaves. As she walks past you both, you notice an undeniable pink tinge just below her eyes.

She reaches out for Loki’s free hand and gives a squeeze. “Control yourself,” she says softly.

With that, she leaves.

Loki holds you close. “Don’t fret, love.” He kisses your temple. “I would never.”

You know he means it.

The day comes that Loki is crowned king. He looks at you, as if he’s even happier about you becoming queen.

A part of you doesn’t quite grasp the concept of being queen, though.

Decisions are made and diplomacy meetings are conducted with mostly Loki’s input. Not that he doesn’t listen to you. He certainly would if you said anything.

But you don’t.

Loki tries another tactic. Maybe he can force you to speak. “Well, before we finalize anything, we should hear from the Queen of Asgard.”

You gulp, wide-eyed.

“(Name)? Darling? What do you think?”

“I-I… I think your idea is marvelous, dear.”

He frowns. Not what he was wanting, but at least you’ve spoken.

That night, as you ready yourselves for bed, your husband confronts you on the matter.

“I know you have opinions. So why don’t you voice them?”

You shrug.

Loki sighs. “It’s not a crime to have your own thoughts, you know.”

“I know, I know… It’s just… You’re my husband, and - on top of that - you’re King of Asgard.”

“So?”

You flop your face against his sternum with a tired groan. “So, I should defer to you. I have to set a good example for the other Asgardian wives, Loki. What would they think if I disagreed with you?”

“What if I agreed with you instead?”

“Excuse me?”

It’s such a neat little system. You voice your thoughts to Loki ahead of time, he presents it to the diplomats by saying something about how “The King and Queen of Asgard feel it would be in everyone’s best interests if…” Insert negotiation here.

There’s an important caucus coming up, and this time, the two of you can’t quite see eye to eye. In fact, he won’t even carry out the charade of pretending you both have the same idea.

When you disagree at the meeting, things get tense fast. Not a word is spoken besides the two of you debating.

A nobleman soon has to adjourn the assembly before you start screaming at each other.

“What was that?!” Loki demands once you’re in private.

“I know you’re not asking me that! What about that nonsense you were spouting, hm? If we have to agree on a decision, it should at least be an intelligent decision!”

“Are you calling me stupid?!”

“Oh, nooo! Just your ideas!”

“Why, you…”

Time seems to freeze in that moment.

Loki’s jaw slowly closes on his own tongue as reason takes over and begs him to silence the words before he regrets them.

“Say it, Loki. Nagging shrew.”

[stuck-in-2012]

Unintended consequences

In truth, Loki’s plan was brilliant. Turning heroes into children? Genius, in theory. The idea is great but the trickster didn’t execute the idea thoroughly enough. Loki didn’t turn them into kids, he shrunk them. That’s it. Never one to quit, the Asgardian modified the spell and once again cursed the Ultimates…

Stupid Loki and his stupid norne stones. Peter seethed to himself as he sat up. Whatever spell he’d done this time had knocked them out. “Is everyone ok?” Holy cow! Was that his voice? He sounded like- like- like he was in elementary!

“Depends on your definition of ok.”

Peter couldn’t recognize the voice, them all being so high. His best guess was Danny. Peter rubbed his eyes to get the sleepy blur away. …but nothing happened. Peter squinted and rubbed his eyes more. “Oh no…”

“Yup.” Luke, he thought.

“No! I- …I can’t see! I- need glasses again…”

“What?!” a chorus of voices.

“Guys, I don’t think we just got turned into kids, I think our bodies went back in time.” Peter flexed his hands, having been Spidey so long, he could feel his powers being gone. No sticky, no strength, and- oh man, no Spidey sense. Pete’s anxiety grew at the loss of his preemptive warning. None of them were born with powers. Though working with 12/20 vision he could still see the drastic difference in everyone. Danny looked pretty much the same but shorter. Luke had lost all his muscle. His body no longer had the super soldier serum in it. Ava seemed to be just the same-

“No… no, gods, please no, NO!” The girl clutched at her hair and pat her body all over in horror. She continued to plead in horror as her voice grew more and more watery.

Ava had handled being shrunk so much better. And what was with the frantic arms? The amulet. She hadn’t gotten the amulet yet. Both her and Sam got their powers from something else. Did their relics disappear? Before Peter could think any further on the repercussions, more of the same near-wailing voice broke through the air.

“Not again, not a-gain! I can’t- no no no, I can’t go back, don’t make me go back!” She was full on crying now.

“What…?”

“Hol’ up.”

Peter looked back at the others hearing their bafflement. Before he could offer the Amulet theory his thoughts screeched to a halt as he saw… Ava, sitting next to Danny. Not to Peters right. “What in the…?”

“Its not fair… its-” Not-Ava’s voice was wet and cut off by sobbing.

Ok, ok, ok. The only person unaccounted for was Sam. Beyond that Peter’s mind hit a brick wall at what could be going on. Was that Sam? Maybe Loki’s spell messed with him more than the rest of the team. No one spoke, all lost in their own thoughts. The only sound was the broken crying coming from behind long, black hair shrouding the face of the crumpled figure.

Angered by the grief before her, “We need to get this fixed. Right-the-fuck-now.” Ava said sternly sounding ready to torture Loki to make it happen.

Luke shuffled over to the sobbing being and lay gentle hands to calm to aggressive scratching she was doing at her chest. “Were gonna get this fixed, man. I promise.”

“Indeed,” Danny added.

The child looked up -but not in a direction Peter could see- before collapsing against the boy in front in a resumed fit of sobs. Ava scooted over and offered her comfort with Danny following behind. Peters mind refused to process what must be happening. The entire situation was too much at once and he sat rooted.

“Hey,” Ava guided the teary face to make eye contact. “Pre-op or post-op, T or no T, you’re still you.” She wiped away some tears. “You’re still Samuel Alexander-”

“Always have been,” Danny added making Ava smile softly.

“-and no one, not even a damn god, can take that away from you.”

Reality broke through the glass of shock blocking Peters mind from processing making him gasp. Sam is trans. That’s why he’s short. Peter shook his head at the irrelevant revelation.

The boy nodded at Ava’s words and pulled his too long hair from his face, breath still uneven though calming slowly. At Peter’s gasp he looked over his shoulder. Though blurry from Peter’s own poor vision and glassy from tears, those green eyes were unmistakable. That was Sam. Fear and misery was painted all over his face and posture. Fear from what Peter could say… the thought of his friend being afraid of him made Peter’s heart break a little. Protective warmth swamped his gut as he shuffled over to the other sitting kids.

“Ava’s right.” Peter said determined, making Sam’s eyes widen a fraction. “Plain and simple!” He added as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Peter lay a hand on his friends shoulder and concluded in a soft tone, “you’re a boy.”

A soft relieved smile spread under tear stained cheeks. The dysphoria swam underneath causing Sam to hang his head and weep more. Over gentle pats and hugs was talk of binders and trimming locks and proper clothes. Sam was in hell, but at least he had his friends this time.

 Loki’s face was unreadable as the five children stood before him, the might of shield at their command. This… wasn’t supposed to happen. They were just supposed to lose their powers, not…

“Change us back!” A young boy with glasses screamed.

Loki turned away, guilt drowning them. “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t the apology that caught the children off guard, it was the sincerity. The sadness. “If I’d known…” the trickster sighed. “I may be… villainous. But I’ve never wanted to be cruel. I’m sorry I’ve caused you this pain. Believe me, I understand.” The god fiddled with their long silky robes in one hand. Without another word she waved a hand over the younglings engulfing them in a green cloud. In seconds, five heroes stood together.

Loki’s frown deepened as Nova hugged himself and let out a relived half-sob-half-laughing breath. The god and the space hero met eyes a moment as everything stood still. Loki turned to Spider-man. “I will return to New York, and I will take over your world. But not today.” The god turned away again before speaking over their shoulder. “I swear upon my future throne, I will never do something like this again.” He disappeared in a green cloud.

[lokifanatic1]

I had another idea, a story where the reader stayed up late watching anime and followed the twilight saga. This is because she has insomnia at night, she doesn't tell anyone because she doesn't want them to get mad at her, however Loki, being a very good observer, realizes this problem but instead of bothering with the reader, he decides to tickle her without pity her until she is tired enough to fall asleep.

Thank you, mari2akary! I don’t watch/ read anime or Twilight but I’ll do my best!

You loved anime and the Twilight movies. They helped relax you at night, but the problem was that you also suffered from insomnia. You watched all these different movies and anime shows that you could probably recite them word for word.

One night you can’t sleep and you decide to do your regular thing and go down to the lounging area, pop in one of the Twilight movies as it was your favorite franchise, to see if that would help you sleep like so many nights before. Sadly, this time it did not work and you ended up staying up the whole night. One thing you didn’t know, was there was another person who had trouble sleeping watching you from the shadows. It wasn’t a scary monster, but Loki, going about his night trying to find a book to read to lull himself to sleep.

He knew something was wrong with you because all those nights you stayed up watching Twilight and anime, he could see the sleep deprivation ravage your face. His heart broke when he caught you one day nodding off in an Avengers meeting, looking less that your peppy, cheerful self. You never said anything to the team because you didn’t want them to get mad at you for missing crucial sleep. Loki wanted to help you but he didn’t know how until a few days later.

It was a Saturday and the team had the day off and the compound was buzzing with activity. Except for you. You were still up in your room, asleep from the insomnia stricken night before. Not even Thor’s loud laugh and booming voice woke you up. You were dead asleep.

Finally, after a few hours you awoke to a soft knock at your door. “Darling? Are you up yet? I’ve come to check on you,” the sultry baritone voice said on the other side of the door. It was Loki, concerned yet again that you stayed up all night. No answer. He then opened the door quietly and stuck his head in your room to see your still sleeping figure tangled up in blankets. Your t.v. showing the main menu of an anime movie you had been watching the previous night. He crept over to your bed and switched the t.v. off with his magic as to not disturb you. However, you stirred a little bit as you were awake enough to know the young Asgardian prince was in your room checking in on you. He was so sweet, as he was just that attentive to you. His princess.

He walked over to your bed and patted his hand against your arm. “My lovely. You need to wake up. Everyone is downstairs waiting to see your smiling face,” he said quietly with a small smile. You didn’t reply for a good few seconds, so Loki acted like he was leaving your room when you shot up and yelled, “Loki! Wait! I’m up! I’m up!” He smirked again. “Works every time.” You giggled and shot him a look as you playfully told him to shut up. He then laughed again and left you alone to get changed.

Finally, you were awake. Well, as awake as you could be, given the circumstances. You dragged yourself out of bed, threw on a t-shirt and comfy pants and headed down to say, “good morning” to everyone. You looked a mess and you knew they would all notice, but to your surprise, no one said anything in case it upset you. They were all so cheery and peppy that you wished it was you as well, laughing and joking with everyone. But you were exhausted. Your eyes had bags and dark circles around them and your hair was still somewhat messy from all the tossing and turning.

All through the day, you were caught sleeping intermittently, but the group was not mad at you at all. They knew you suffered from insomnia and tried to be as comforting as possible. They explained missions, etc. in ways you’d still be able to understand and let you lay your head on their shoulders if you feel asleep. They were the best family you had. Especially your boyfriend, Loki who doted on you every second to make you feel more at ease with the situation. The day rolled on so slowly that you didn’t think it would ever end so you could get some much needed sleep. But Loki had a plan that night to help tire yourself out so you could have sweet dreams. He wasn’t going to say anything and just let it play out as evening finally came around.

That evening, you were right back in the common area watching the same Twilight and anime movies as before, but as you watched, you felt someone lift your feet up and sit on the other end of the couch. It was your prince, Loki, come to stay up with you and comfort you. You appreciated this so much as you snuggled in close to him to continue watching the movie. Once it was over, Loki looked over to see you were still awake. “Darling, you’re still awake? I would’ve thought you’d fallen asleep during the movie. However. I think I know a way to help you sleep.” You were really intrigued now. What knowledge did he have that would help you fall asleep?

All of a sudden, you felt Loki’s fingers make contact with your sides as you jumped and yelped, trying not to wake anyone up. “Loki! What was that for?” He looked at you with that mischievous grin and said, “I think I have a way to help you sleep. In fact, you’ll laugh yourself to sleep.” You looked confused and then saw Loki wiggle his fingers close to your body. “No!” You shouted in surprise. A small smirk playing against your lips. “Yes! You see, I’ve found a way to tire you out that’s sure to get you to sleep.” You backed up on your bed until you felt your back hit the wall. He smirked evilly as he came closer. Hands outstretched. “Time to see if my theory works, love.” You tried moving away but Loki was too quick for you and grabbed you, laying you down on the bed. His hands raising your arms slowly as your breath began to quicken. “Come on, love. I knew you were ticklish from the moment I met you. Or did you forget I can read minds?” He then bound your wrists to the bed with a quick flash of green light.

You were trapped with no way out. Loki was going to tickle every inch of you in order to help you sleep. He knew your most ticklish spot, but of course, he had to drag your torture out to make you laugh. And laugh you did. He tickled under your arms and all over your belly with precise scratches and feather light touches that you immediately went insane with laughter. Your belly was the most ticklish spot on your body and he knew that would ware you out quicker than anything. He skittered his fingers over your sides as he again, laughed evilly. Spewing ticklish teases along the way. Finally, your laugh became silent and Loki let you have a break. “How are you feeling now my love?” He said sweetly. You tried to reply but a yawn stopped you. “I see,” he replied to himself as you once again snuggled up to your boyfriend and for once, slept through the night. This would be your nightly ritual with Loki from now on. You’ve never slept so well in your life.

[middleearthpixie]

Wanted Man ~ Chapter Nine

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings:  Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters: McKenna, Loki, Shannon

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.6

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Previous chapters can be found here! 

The boardwalk was just as crowded as McKenna thought it would be, and Shannon ended up dropping them off by the pier while she went in search of a parking space. Almost an hour passed before she called McKenna to find out just where they were, and by the time she reached them at the Shack, she looked as if she’d hiked five miles.

“I swear, I’m parked up in Asbury,” she groaned, plunking down onto a cracked red leatherette stool. “What is that?” she asked, gesturing to the red plastic cup in Loki’s grasp.

McKenna chuckled. “I bought him a milkshake because he’d never had one before and now, I think he’s in love.”

“He’s never had a milkshake before?”

“That’s what he says.”

“What flavor did you get him?” Shannon asked, trying to peer into the tall cup.

“Chocolate,” McKenna chuckled as Loki didn’t so much as pause in his sipping. “It’s his third one.”

“His third?!” Shannon’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Careful, big guy, you’re not gonna fit into your jeans come tomorrow.”

McKenna glanced over at him with a wide smile. When he took the first pull on the straw, the expression on his face suggested a man experiencing the greatest pleasure he’s ever known. She thought for a moment he might actually cry. After the second one, he immediately demanded a third. Hopefully she’d be able to convince him to stop before he made himself sick.

He lowered the cup and smiled at Shannon. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

“What can I get for you, miss?” The guy behind the counter approached them with a smile.

McKenna swirled her straw in her Coke as Shannon said, “A Diet Coke, please.”

Loki held out the cup to McKenna. “Try this. You must see for yourself.”

“I’ve had chocolate shakes before.”

“You have?”

”Loki, you can find them pretty much anywhere, so yeah, I have. Trust me.”

“Please,” his eyes softened, “try.”

“Fine.” She leaned over to sip. The Shack’s shakes were good, but if she had one, she probably wouldn’t fit into her jeans. She already felt guilty about the Coke. She should’ve ordered water, instead.

Still, the shake was delicious and Loki must have seen the pleasure on her face, because he said, “One more of these for the lady.”

“Oh, no,” McKenna waved off the suggestion, “I shouldn’t. But thank you.”

To her surprise, Loki leaned over and whispered, “You have a ways to go before you need worry about fitting in those jeans, McKenna.”

What the—? She gave him an odd look. “Are you all right?”

He sat back, all wide-eyed innocent, and sipped his shake some more. 

The guy behind the counter set the shake in front of her and she couldn’t help but lift the straw to her lips. Delicious.

Shannon gave her a look over the edge of her glass, but then she winked and McKenna rolled her eyes. Maybe sugar was to Asgardians what alcohol was to human beings. How funny would it be, if Loki was drunk because of three milkshakes?

But if he was, he hid it well and when they finished, he rose from the stool without the slightest hint of a stumble and his words weren’t at all slurred as he said, “So, where do we go from here?”

Shannon smiled. “Let’s just walk around and kill some time. Plenty to do on the boards.”

They spent the remainder of the afternoon walking the midway, Shannon insisted on going on the carousel so they did that. Turned out that was a poor decision, as those three milkshakes came back to haunt Loki and when they got off the ride, he looked decidedly green. But thankfully he held the shakes down by collapsing onto a bench and sitting with his head between his knees while Shannon ran for a ginger ale.

McKenna sat with him, outwardly sympathetic, inwardly hoping like hell he didn’t throw up while they waited. But the ginger ale did the trick and a short while later, they were back to roaming about, although he shunned any more rides, which was fine with McKenna. 

Finally, it grew dark and Shannon shoved through the crowd that gathered to watch the fireworks. They moved toward the back of the masses, which was fine with McKenna. She hated crowds. They always made her feel like she was about to suffocate.

She stood next to Shannon, Loki stood behind her, and when the first fireworks were shot off, the sky exploded into a shower of pink and purple sparklers. Then came a burst of brilliant white, cascading sparklers that reminded her of the butterflies that had flittered about in her apartment. Damn. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Loki made the snow fall and butterflies flutter, and yet, it was only a couple of days.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. He stood rigid, arms folded over his chest, eyes trained at the black night sky. As the green and gold sparklers lit up the night, the colors reflected against his skin, the sparkles reflected in his eyes. Green and gold. His colors.

He didn’t look at her. Didn’t look anywhere but at the sky, and a sense of sadness crept over her. It was silly, but more than anything, she wanted to reach back and slip her hand into his, to lace her fingers with his. It really sucked, wanting someone who made it so plain they didn’t want you back.

Purple and white burst overhead and she blinked back unexpected, annoying tears. What the—? How annoying. How absolutely annoying.

Then, she felt movement behind her, and Loki's right arm came from the shadows to slip about her neck. He tugged gently, bending her slightly backward, and his voice was a gentle breeze against her ear as he whispered, “I apologize for my words last evening. I meant not a one of them.”

She peered over her shoulder at him. “What?”

As red and white stars rained over their heads, Loki's eyes softened and the corners of his mouth curved upward into a sheepish smile. “I am sorry. I was unnecessarily harsh. I should like a chance to rectify that.” 

As he spoke, his left arm came about her as well and he pulled her firmly up against him. For a moment, it was so much like how he held her in her dream, that she looked up at him again and said, “You did this last night, didn’t you? I wasn’t dreaming, was I?”

“About what?”

“This.”

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about. I spent the night crammed onto that tiny sofa.”

Shannon twisted about, and beamed when she saw Loki with his arms about McKenna. She winked and mouthed, “Told you,” before turning back to the fireworks.

McKenna didn’t feel much like arguing. Besides, it didn’t really matter if she’d only dreamed it or not. This felt wonderful enough in its own right, as the coolness from his body made the sticky heat of an early July night far more bearable. But that wasn’t the only reason. Not by far. Amazing, really, how someone’s arms about you could feel so perfect.

She leaned more into him, and he responded by tightening his hold on her. His fingers swept gently along her arms and she sucked in a sharp breath when she felt her ponytail swept aside and Loki's lips brushed the side of her neck, just above where it sloped into her shoulder.

They were cool and gentle, and a bit playful, as he lightly nipped her. She shivered. She couldn’t help it. He did it again, and this time, she let out a soft laugh and managed to turn and smile up at him. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t seem to mind,” he replied over the burst of purple and green sparklers. “Should I stop?”

She eased her arms about his waist, her hands flat against the solid planes of muscle on either side of his spine. “Is that what you do in Asgard? Bite?”

“Did I do it too hard for you? I can be gentler, you know.”

He towered over her, his dark hair falling forward, made even curlier by the damp ocean air. A smile played at his lips, his eyes sparkled with mischief. The God of Mischief, and she was falling under his spell as easily as an undertow could sweep her out to sea.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to kiss me?” she asked softly.

“And I thought you were going to remember your place?” he asked with the same flirtatiousness he’d used on Shannon.

“I can.” She moved to break his hold on her.

“Absolutely not,” he growled, yanking her back. “It’s not in my nature to deny myself of something I want so much.”

Those words rippled through her with enough force to make her toes curl into her flip-flops. And with those words, he leaned into her. This time, he would kiss her and she urged him into it by pressing into his back as hard as she could with only her hands.

She never heard the crowd move. Never heard anything over the burst of fireworks overhead. But then, there came a bright flash, a burst of white light, and Loki was ripped out of her embrace with a loud groan as he shot across the boardwalk and crashed into a game stand.

“What the fuck?” Shannon snapped as two men clad entirely in black rushed to them and grabbed both her and McKenna by the arms, tugging them even further away.

A third man stepped up, holding what looked like a bazooka in both hands. Unlike the other two, he was not dressed in black fatigues, but in a staid blue or black suit. He raised the gun, pointing it squarely at a still-very-stunned-looking Loki and said, “Shall I do that again?”

[crazyunsexycool]

Hi Val 🥰!

Alright I have several questions about several of your your WIPS so I will keep it short..

Lights,Camera, Action.. are we talking regular asshole ransom or is he whipped/a major fan of Actress! Reader?

What happens in Vegas.. literally tell me anything I am already obsessed with the idea of straight laced Steve going to Vegas..

Sweet Lo!!!

Ok so Lights, Camera, Action is going to be a series. It’s starts with asshole Ransom and he has a reputation to be an asshole and a playboy on set. He sleeps with all of the leading ladies he stars with and most of the time they expect more from him. But we know he doesn’t do relationships. Enter reader. She’s plus sized and she’s determined to show the industry that the size of your waist doesn’t determine your acting abilities. She’s sick of being type cast as the designated ugly fat friend or the comedic relief. She gets casted in the roll of a lifetime. Ransom is brought in last minute when the original actor had to drop out! He isn’t ready for her though and she’s prepared to shut him down when needed!

Snippet:

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”

You turn around to find the one and only Ransom Drysdale glaring at you. “Not at all, I just thought Johnny Storm was the lead is all.”

“Not anymore.” he says as he sits and you take a moment to really admire him. Ransom Drysdale is ridiculously handsome and you would be lying if you said that you never had a crush on him, everyone did. But as you started working in show business you heard that he was incredibly rude and could be difficult to work with and that was a bit of a turn off for you.

“If you don’t like it I’m pretty sure they could recast your part, sweetheart.” he smirks.

“No way in hell are they recasting me, although if you are as difficult to work with as I’ve heard maybe they’ll recast your part. They’ve already done it once, I'm sure they can do it again, sunshine.” You smile the moment he turns to glare at you. In that moment you decided that if he was going to be an ass you would push back.

2 What happens in Vegas:

It was supposed to be an over night stop after a mission. It was Ton’s idea of course, he paid for the hotel rooms. Bucky and Thor were also there and Steve got drunk off of some Asgardian mead Thor brought with him. Reader was there to celebrate her childhood best friend’s bachelorette party. When she wakes up she’s in someone else’s room. Not just anyone’s Captain fucking America’s room. If that wasn’t enough their wake up call is Tony, Bucky and Thor all witnessing Steve the morning after a one night stand… except it’s more than a one night stand. They have matching rings on their left ring fingers. Steve and reader think it will be as easy as getting an annulment but the Avenger’s PR team have a different idea.

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You feel the bed shift with weight placed at the end and then shaking, pulling a groan from the man behind you. He grabs the pillow he was using and throws it, you hear an ‘uff’ as it hits whoever was shaking the bed. He slowly removes his arm from around your waist and sits up allowing you to shift and finally look at who you had spent the night with. Your eyes go wide at the realization of who was in bed with you causing you to sit up way too fast. Your eyes meet for the first time, embarrassment etched on your faces. The door slams open making you finally look at the others in the room. Not only had you slept with the one and only Captain America but before you stood Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark and the newest guest Thor. You keep the sheets up under your chin. Before you were able to say anything Thor spoke up, his voice booming.

“What is the hold up? Isn’t he ready to leave yet?” he asked before taking in the scene.

“Get out!” Steve snaps before turning to you. “I am so sorry about this.”

“Steve, it's never good to apologize to a woman while you’re still in bed naked with her.” Tony advises before smirking at both of you.

“Why are you still here? Get out!”

[therapy-ghost]

Hey hey! Can I have a male marvel matchup pretty please! Mbti:Infp/Intp I’m a free spirit, love nature and very adventurous. I’ve lived in two different countries alone. I’m 28 and a history teacher. I crochet, roller skate, and play bass guitar. Although I’m an introvert, I have no problem talking to anyone, I just need time alone to recharge. For fun, I love going on trips, getting tattoos, watching documentaries about cults, true crime and dictatorships and being outside if it’s not too hot. I have a whimsigoth aesthetic and LOVE music (especially rock n roll). I am almost always tired but I also know how to have a good time when I want to. I’m pretty spiritual and my house is full of plants, crystals, a cauldron and various other things of that nature.

Thank you!!

Hi!!!!!

I match you up with; Thor!

It’s funny cause you gave me Loki lol

but I do see this happening

When he first saw you watching a cult docu; he was hella confused and asked a lot of questions but eventually came around to the idea and now enjoys watching them

Calls you a witch; in a none offensive, don’t tie her to a cross and burn the sins out of her.

he is a very sociable person, and you being an introvert that doesn’t mind talking to people; balances out in my opinion.

teach him how to crochet, please.

you said your a socials teacher; he has dropped in on your class and ranted about asgardian history a few times.

thanks for reading and making a request; if anyone else would like a match up exchange, please send me your info (if you send it anonymously, dm me) and I’ll get to it as soon as I can!!!

[disillusionedjudge]

“Gylfie? What are you doing up so late?” Thor asked, taking a step into the room where her — what even were they to each other at this point? She had no idea — friend was training.

She wore a long, dark blue robe and a lacy, if modest, white nightgown. Her soft brown hair fell down her back, and she wore no makeup whatsoever. This was the barest she’d let Gylfie see her, and though Asgardians were not gods, Thor had dehumanized herself a great deal in favor of politics and duty. She felt raw and exposed, but she brushed it off in favor of taking care of her friend.

“You should get some rest. I know you fear for my safety, but if you force yourself past your limits tonight, exhaustion will hold you back.” Thor’s eyes didn’t quite meet Gylfie’s. Should she really be revealing this? Yes, she thought, she should. Gylfie deserved to see her as a person who had her own limits, weaknesses, and flaws. Maybe that would make her feel better about how close the last assassin had come to wounding her. Loss was a powerful motivator, as was the fear of it; Gylfie might not have openly said as much, but Thor knew she’d lost something important to her in the past. “I myself have been struggling with what happened, but… I am here for you if you wish to speak about it. I must stand strong for my people’s sake. I cannot afford to back down now, not when everyone is counting on me and my word matters more than ever. This is not the first time something like this has happened; do not fret. Why don’t you follow me to my quarters? I can make us both tea, you can get cleaned up, and we can attempt to get some rest.”

{for the And Again starter!}

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The sound of Thor’s voice startled her, and Gylfie quickly came to stand at attention. Her heart lurched - both out of embarrassment to be caught in such a state and because of who it was - and she shakily sheathed her sword. Offering a small bow of her head. “Just… training, my Lady,” she replied, though her voice was hoarse and quiet. Strained, really. And while she wanted to keep her helm on… she reluctantly slid it off to show Thor the same respect she showed those of House Solidor. Her dark hair tied back and stringy from sweat as it clung to her skin. Dried blood crusted around her nose and lip from her earlier bloody nose, and her eyes dull with exhaustion.

Gods above, she looked like an utter wreck standing there before the Senator. Who looked... oh, gods, Thor was absolutely beautiful, and Gylfie may as well have dragged herself out of the sandsea. How disheveled and weak was she, standing in armor that almost felt ill-fitting despite being her own. With her body on the brink of collapse with how far she had pushed herself. And how poor a Judge Magister was she, to stand in the presence of the woman she was meant to serve and protect, with naught but the energy to withstand a light breeze. To draw Thor’s attention and worry onto her, as if she didn’t have the weight of the worlds upon her shoulders--

Gylfie almost sank to her knees to apologize for such a lapse in judgement when Thor spoke next, and she did her best not to recoil as she averted her own gaze. Guilt weighing heavy in her chest at the reminder. What a failure she was that night. “I know,” she said - her voice still quiet. “My apologies, Th--” Mind your place. “--my Lady.” With a slow, shaky breath in - one that rattled more than she would like - she lifted her head, and felt a pang in her heart, seeing the way the Senator kept her eyes away. She really did it this time, hadn’t she? Foolish girl! But, gods, she would be damned if she let anything happen to Thor, and she had already come so close to--

She could hardly let herself finish the thought.

Her eyes widened, however, as Thor told her she could speak to her about it, and Gylfie found herself shaking her head before she could even understand what was being said. It was she who should be taking care of Thor - not the other way around, regardless of how she felt. Regardless of how touched she was. “You are-- You are kind, my Lady,” she rasped, and prayed her voice did not quiver. Because, oh, how she wanted to accept her offer. To spend time with her - to be there to be certain she was safe. To see that she was safe, and ease the weight on her mind. To be close to her, because she... “But I will be fine. ‘Tis I who should be looking after you in this time, and yet I’m--” She choked on her words - frustration and guilt burning in her throat as she dropped her gaze. “I assure you, I will still be able to protect you. Your offer is kind, but do not fret over me. I apologize again for my actions.” She knew better. Gods above, did she know better. But... she didn’t want to leave Thor so easily.

“I... I can walk with you back to your quarters, if you wish.” Gylfie’s offer was almost cautious, and she bowed her head respectfully. Doing her best to swallow how she felt - her guilt, her embarrassment, her affection - and kept her eyes low. “I will be fine.”

[rogerswifesblog]

Pls this is amazing and hilarious

I love it

"Be yourself." Tony commented on your love life when he accidentally overheard you girls talking in the kitchen, "Trust me, that's how I got Pepper." He said with a smug smile on his face.

Tony what👀 tho…she really did for him while he was being himself…wow (let’s be honest, I don’t think it’s easy to be in a relationship with the Tony stark😂)

Natasha trying to set her up? Thor using asgardian methods to help? Clint…being Clint? That’s so perfect and so Avengers-domestic-fanfic life🥺😩❤️

And Steve mentioning finding someone with shared interests is so in character (maybe the gym idea isn’t good but it’s still cute he’s trying 😐😂❤️)

"Gym." Bucky sniggered without even trying to mask his amusement, "Such a Steve thing." After receiving a warning glare from Steve, Bucky moved slightly away from his best pal, and singsongingly added, "I'm sure a candidate is much closer than you'd think."

Yeah Buck exactly what I was thinking 🧐👀😂

Then the next thing is Sam not so subtly making fun of them and vision pairing her with a book? That’s how I imagine living in the compound should be😂😂 I love it

“Andy Barber […] Being the leading character of the crime fiction Defending Jacob-"

I mean I’d love to have him as a match but…I don’t think this relationship would work out😂

"Your Netflix history clearly shows a tendency toward strong powerful men with romantic gestures during dating."

Pls why do I feel like he wouldn’t even care about her privacy and just tell everyone her ….adult film history 💀😂

While the two dick pics stayed on your screen.

Peacefully. Paying each other respect.

"Hey Y/N," holding his first cup of coffee in hand, Steve emerged behind you..

This is probably not the first time he looked at her phone without asking, but it’s probably the last time too😂

Cute how in the end this was the moment they got their shit together and arranged a date.😋

You had to admit, watching Steve in a brown leather jacket and jeans, triggered something inside you that encouraged you to climb him like a tree and slam your lips over his.

Same.

His fluster-ness drained from his face all of a sudden, slightly narrowing his eyes to focus on someone behind you, "I think - Is that ...?"

Oh👀 I didn’t expect that part👀

It’s so unexpected and amazing 😩 love this ending

And the bonus

Pls

Poor Steve

He’ll definitely remember it for a long time that reader was paired with two fictional characters before him👀😂

This work is really great! I love it❤️

Revenge Oh So Sweet

Steve Rogers x You (Agent!Reader)

Warning: Revenge (sort of), dick pics, bad language word, fluff? Clintasha if you squint.

Summary: For once, you decide not to put up with this shit anymore.

A/N: Based on the prompt from the bingo challenge. The inspiration came from @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates (a big smoochie) and my recent experience, there's another experience under the tag #why I hate men. So ... yeah, you get the gist.

Your life-long happiness seems to have been a mutual concern of every Avenger in the compound.

After two not-so-successful relationships and another couple of failed dates, everyone is eager to share their experience or their suggestions as to what could help you find a partner.

"Be yourself." Tony commented on your love life when he accidentally overheard you girls talking in the kitchen, "Trust me, that's how I got Pepper." He said with a smug smile on his face.

Natasha rolled her eyes as Maria tugged the corner of her lips and made a rude - you considered it not so rude, but Tony jumped and felt offended - face.

"Come on, Stark." Natasha huffed out, "That's because Pepper is loyal and devoted. And you can't live without her."

Wanda stayed quiet but nodded like a chicken pecking the grains right in front of her.

"I can introduce the guy working for the IT, nerd, but... cute." Natasha fished out the Instagram of said guy.

Tony grumbled something under his breath as he headed out.

And it was not long before almost everyone on the Avengers team started to give you advices on how to secure a partner/date.

You were nursing over a bucket of chocolate ice cream, your standard medication for sorrows of "not being able to find a boyfriend" the other day when Thor's voice boomed by your ear, "... I am SURE Asgardian warriors would be kneeling at your feet if you could swing the battle sword during a fight."

He smelt like Asgardian mead.

"Thanks, Thor." You appreciated his effort, nonetheless, raising your ice cream bucket for a gestural toast.

Tony snorted at the end of the coffee table, probably having way too much caffeine than he should, and patted Thor on his bicep, "She needs a boyfriend, Point Break, not becoming Arnold Schwarzenegger."

Clint plopped down next to you on the couch, nudging you with his shoulder, gathering your attention, and asked, "Look, why don't you just kidnap some hot dude? That's what Nat almost- HEY!"

He yelled when Natasha threw a couch pillow in his direction, hitting him square in the chest, succesfully shutting him up.

Clint shrugged and gave you a glimpse of sympathy, which you were 99% sure he meant "Sorry kiddo". He shrunk to the corner of the couch, taking a swing of his beer.

"Why not try meeting someone with mutual interest?" Steve carefully pitches his suggestion, he looks at you with a hint of thought, "Like finding someone who shares the same passion over some exercises in the gym."

"Except I'm not a big fan of gyms." You pouted slightly, "But yeah, I guess book clubs and stuff... could work?"

"Gym." Bucky sniggered without even trying to mask his amusement, "Such a Steve thing." After receiving a warning glare from Steve, Bucky moved slightly away from his best pal, and singsongingly added, "I'm sure a candidate is much closer than you'd think."

Sam shook his head. Leaning on the counter of the kitchen, Sam proposed his idea with much delicacy to you, chuckling, "Steve might have a point. You know, maybe get to know your coworker better." Sam said this almost suggestively, a knowing smirk lingering on his lips, "After all, we never frown upon office romance. Not a bad idea to date your coworker as long as they are nice decent people, while you get to have fun."

"Surely redhead is neither nice nor decent." Bucky pointed his finger towards Nat on the far-end chair, whispering loudly.

"Don't get me breaking all your fingers, Barnes. And I'm not only talking about the ones on your right hand." Natasha retorted back, looking as if she was ready to bicker with Bucky again.

Vision, on the other hand, was not comfortable with processing a large conversation with so many participants even though he was able to identify every one of them. However, it was customary for everyone to join the conversation, no matter how they contributed to it. After doing some research in his head, Vision spoke up with confidence, "May I suggest a less time-consuming approach?"

This certainly drew the attention of most people in the room as Rhodey walked in.

"I have been analyzing the data of Miss Y/L/N, and I have come up with a list of results. It is a list of possible partners of Miss Y/L/N." Vision gave some time for this information to sink in before starting the list, "On top of the list, data run came back with a 99.7% matching rate to a book named-"

"A book?" Tony almost sprang from his seat, "HOLD ON. Hold on, for a minute here." He raised his index finger shushing everyone in the room, "What's the book?"

After hearing his question, the room fell into a unison of grumbles. "Seriously Tony?" "You're interested in that book? There's something wrong with..." "Ask him to take another look at the data for Christ's sake-"

Tony rolled his eyes in the most elegant way, "Fine. Vision, would you please erase all lifeless forms of matching in your database and focus on possible 'human' partners?"

A few seconds gone with Vision processing the data in silence, before speaking up, "I have now entered the condition of 'human partner', and the first person with a 99.4% matching rate is Andy Barber, lawyer-"

Gasps and murmurs swirled over the room again.

"...he lives in Newton, Boston, Massachusetts. According to data, he is married to Laurie Barber. Being the leading character of the crime fiction Defending Jacob-"

You would prefer to be drowned in your chocolate ice cream than to have Vision pairing you with a fictional character - even if it's a fictional character that is played by a very handsome actor in the TV series.

That you probably watched more than a dozen times. But still! Fictional!

Rhodey murmured to Tony: "And that's why we still wouldn't apply AI to our weaponary program..."

You groaned in agony, "Vision, I adore you, really. But I really need you to stop-"

"Ya-Da-Ya-Da-Ya-Da-" Tony cut through your sentence, "Vision, no fictional characters, we need real men-"

"Or woman." Wanda squeaked, clearly more amused than everyone else in this room.

"Or woman. Thank you, ponytail," Tony cleared his throat, "Someone who is actually living on the planet right now-"

"Recalculating. Ari Levinson Kidron, former Mossad agent. He is 99.3% compatible. He was renowned for Israel's Operation Moses and Operation Joshua from 1984 to1985."

"Eighties?" Bucky chimed in with mischief sparkling in his eyes, "How old is he?"

"He is currently 78 years old. A movie based on him was released in 2019, starring an actor named Christopher Robert Evans." Vision replied, "Your Netflix history clearly shows a tendency toward strong powerful men with romantic gestures during dating."

You buried your head as deep as the ice cream bucket allowed, "Please, Vision, I'm begging you. Don't leak anymore of my browsing history before I decide to jump into the Hudson River."

Wanda shook her head lightly at Vision, the latter seemed to gain a hint of realization after a while, "Sorry. I have been intrusive. My deepest apologies, Miss. Y/L/N."

You waved your hand in the air to indicate "all is well", but your eyes were still staring into the brown-ish ice cream, which had started to melt.

Shit.

Wanda scooted closer to you, holding her phone in front of your face, she seemed optimistic about what had just happened (even though you were devastated and actually considering being single for the rest of your life).

"What about dating apps?" She showed you a few, swiping men's profiles for you to see, "It's definitely simpler than asking some random people. You can also tell them at the start that you are looking for serious relationships, rather than sex."

Actually, that sounded...

"Thank you, Wanda." You shot her an appreciatiating look.

That sounded like the most solid suggestion anyone has ever made. Especially with the match-making plan of Natasha and the nerdy guy didn't work out, you were willing to try Tinder. Or something similar.

Wanda gave you an encouraging smile, before hugging you on the shoulder and helping you start your own profile on some app. While Sam half-dragged Steve out of the living room, mumbling something about "bats".

After a couple dozen men who wanted "something casual, sorry" and a disastrous night, you scrolled through your dating app to see if anyone has messaged you last night.

You were on an all-nighter mission with your teammates. Due to an unfortunate incident, you had to chase the criminal for about twelve blocks. On foot.

Just got your phone back from your locker, you sagged down on one of the empty chairs by the mission dispatch center, and scrolled through your dating app.

Daveid757: Hi.

You clicked on his profile picture.

"Daveid" is a decent-looking guy with a thin beard and hazel-brown eyes. Tall and broad-shouldered, he held a few 10-foot-long fish in half of his pictures and his different fishing rods in the rest.

Not bad, at least.

You returned to the chatting screen.

[Daveid757 typing]

You should probably say hi back.

Daveid757 stopped typing.

And the next thing you know, a dick pic that took up almost half of your phone screen attacked you right in the face.

A dick.

A at-first-sight-it-was-five-inch-but-some-skin-and creases-are-repetitive-so-it-was-at-most-a-two-inch dick.

A naked dick and his naked thigh.

A tiny but photoshopped dick.

You began to wonder what should you reply at this point.

You sure it's not two inches? No. Basically harmless to a guy who sends dick pics.

Fuck off you prick. No. That came off too strong.

How about I've seen bigger? That could probably trigger his competitiveness, though. You were hoping for something that could make him as furious as how you felt when you received his dick pic.

The sickness of getting a genitalia photo, the rage of being disrespected by men, the grumpiness from your staying up all night, and the frustration of knowing that the "dating app" method was a bust, all united as one .

Although you knew your blood was boiling from all four emotions, they were helpful too, enlightening you with a brilliant idea.

You should get a Nobel Peace Prize for it.

You searched "dick" and selected a dick pic that looked significantly larger and thicker than the one Daveid sent you.

Your dick pic is smooth and pink, clean-shaven, and with a man's hand gripping the foreskin, revealing the angry red tip.

This one looked much better than his.

You looked at this dick pic fondly.

And sent it to him.

Daveid757: You fucking crazy motherfucker.

Daveid757 has blocked you.

His profile picture turned grey, just like the type of picture people will put in front of his casket during his funeral.

Out of nowhere, a surge of euphoria washed over you. Having you doing your best to maintain a calm presence. You try your best not to smirk or giggle, trying your best to keep your lips between your teeth, biting the inside of your mouth from hollering out laughter.

Yeah, you definitely like "your" dick pic better.

While the two dick pics stayed on your screen.

Peacefully. Paying each other respect.

"Hey Y/N," holding his first cup of coffee in hand, Steve emerged behind you in his full tactical suit. He still had an hour before his mission and he decided not to board the jet without a healthy caffeine dose at 5:32 am. He saw you from the break room across the hall, and he just had to say hello to you.

Professional. This is purely professional courtesy!

You seemed undisturbed, gazing into your phone, with a smile ghosting your lips.

Naturally, Steve trotted near, earning a peek to your phone - he didn't intend to be sneaky about it, he only wanted to know what was mesmerizing you - while sipping down some hot hot burning lava hot coffee and -

You're looking at dicks???

"Oh my - Steve! Are you alright?" Shoving your phone into your pocket, you found some Kleenex in your bag and put it into Steve's hand. He choked and coughed violently, whole face flushed red as he waved his hand, stepping away from you, continuing coughing his lungs out.

You were struggling to understand whether he means "No, I'm not alright" or "No, I don't need the Kleenex" or "No, everything is alright". Though you didn't know how the last one worked the way inside your head.

Steve calmed himself after coughing into his palms some more. Shaking his head but accepting your tissue paper: "Yeah I'm - EHEM - 'm fine." Dabbing his suit which now has coffee splatters over his chest, he muttered an almost inaudible "Thank you".

He didn't look you right in the eyes when he was busy cleaning up his mess, but he felt like he had to when he should talk to you about workplace ethics. He finally looked up from the ground with his baby blue orbs, and tried to sound serious with his ears and cheeks blushing: "Y/N, I'm not ... " he winced, "You know I'm not that type of person who ummm... tries to dictate what others do or don't."

"Like Tony?" You scoffed, but the scoff was more directed to Tony rather than Steve. God, you should know better than to let Tony participate in your love life, giving out advices.

Steve manages a smile witth difficulty, "I'm not, but ... I don't ... I would consider ... I uh - I believe genital photos are not workplace appropriate."

You choked out a laugh, fishing your phone from your pocket and showing him, "What, this?"

"God, please, Y/N." He blocked your screen with his leather-gloved hand, becoming visibly more nervous, blurting out but his tone appears to be more begging than commanding, "Not ... here!"

You giggled. The few hours of sleep you had while you were on the plane back from the mission had led you to an unstable mindset. It would be completely insane for the "normal" you to show Steve Rogers, a work fellow, dick pics. But right now? With all those emotions boiling down your veins, the lack of sleep (and apparently, the lack of clear sense) and the sudden euphoria of making Steve nervous, you were feeling bold. Audacious. Felt like you could conquer the world and slam a monster silicone dildo right onto Daveid's face.

So you apologized, though not with much sincerity, and told Steve why you were "watching dick pics" on your phone in your workplace.

"He started it!" After accusing Daveid of sending you dick pics, you whined like a grumpy child, which you definitely wouldn't, if you were not sleep-deprived, but Steve felt like the most trustworthy male person on the planet at that moment, so you spilt your guts and tried to excuse yourself out of the workplace ethics violation that Steve nearly had you reported to HR.

He almost would never. Report you to the HR. But he kept that to himself.

"And it's not my dick. I suppose it's not entirely my fault?"

Steve chuckled soundlessly. It was in fact, adorable for you trying and whining, "Even if it is your dick, you don't send him that until you're out of the compound, okay?"

"I don't have a dick!" You huffed out in a hush voice. Seeing his typical look, the look with the raising eyebrows that says "yes, and-", you put up your hands in defeat, "Okay-Okay. You have a point. No dick pics."

"More like no dating apps scrolling while you're at workplace, just in case." Steve was amused. He thought for a while before making amends, "Tell you what, there's a nice little place in Brooklyn. You free tonight at 7? I'll wine and dine you, and you can tell me about all the awful macho men you've encountered. Promise, no judging."

He looks at you, almost sympathetically, with his crystal blue eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat.

You lowered your head, pretending you need to find your bag before summoning up the courage and shrugging, playing it cool, "Deal, Captain. Be ready for some of the worst men you've ever heard of."

After some most amazing medium rare steak and two glasses of fine-aged red, you were beyond caring (about your little crush of the handsome blonde sitting across you) and exchanged laughs and giggles that were definitely way too loud for a decent date.

You attracted attention, being the most stunning couple in the restaurant (so the "couple" word maybe a little too "ouchy" for you, since you normally spent time admiring Steve from afar), and some glances from other customers were casually thrown this way.

You had to admit, watching Steve in a brown leather jacket and jeans, triggered something inside you that encouraged you to climb him like a tree and slam your lips over his.

Steve chuckled, covering his lips with his fist, temporarily blocking his seductive (and to you, sinning) grin, "I can't believe Daveid is actually nicer among all the douches you've dated. Being a long-term friend of yours, I'd suggest you not to pick up men from dumpsters."

You cast a sour look in his direction, raising the glass to your lips, taking a small sip from the third cup of wine, "I would if I could." Your glass landed on the table with a bit too much force. Faking annoyance, you groaned at the ceiling, "Men are just ... awful."

"Touche." He murmured over his glass, clicking it with yours before downing a big gulp. Feeling bolder than usual, he looked at you right in the eyes, hoping he would convey a message, a hint, anything, "Surely ... there are a few good men out there. But, 80% of them are plain stupid, you know? You gotta ... I don't know, it's not about trying harder, I guess, but ... open to other ... options?"

You snorted, leaning back onto the comfy chair, teasing him, dipping your toes in the water for a second, "Oh, you're spoiling me and trying to get me zero dates in my future since you raised the bar too high, Captain."

He looked more jumpy and edgy after your "captain" comment. His ears and cheek turned pink under the dim yellow restaurant light, "I'm certain that you can have a boyfriend in the future that would be ... nice, to say the least. Apart from your lapse of judgment on this guy," he couldn't help but let slip of his smile, "you have some good friends and I'm sure you'll go on a date with someone better than him, someone better for your relationship, and more deserving for you."

You feigned a gasp of shock, "Are you calling yourself "better"? So competitive, Captain Rogers."

His fluster-ness drained from his face all of a sudden, slightly narrowing his eyes to focus on someone behind you, "I think - Is that ...?"

"What?" You were bewildered.

"The ass who sent you the dick pic." He shifted his focus back to you, "Your four o'clock. Black suit, Caucasian male, 5'7''. He's not looking this way but I'm positive he's the guy."

You spared a glance at him quickly. He did look like "Daveid757" and his profile pictures.

"Fucking hell." You muttered.

"You know what would make him furious? Letting him see you're having the best time of your life." Steve placed his palm on your wrist, giving you warmth and support, "Letting him know what he has missed out."

"Flip my hair and giggle?"

Your words didn't mean to be sarcastic, but they sure came out this way.

"Or we could return to the compound to suit up." Steve kindly offers, "I'll beat his ass until he learns a lady is supposed to be respected."

You drained your wine, teasing him with a dash of liquid courage, "Revenge doesn't suit you, Cap." And I don't want you to get into trouble, even if it is a tempting gesture. You swallowed the latter half of your sentence.

And of course, you had a much better plan...

"Is he looking this way now?" You moved to the seat by Steve's side, making sure Daveid could turn his head and see you with little effort. "Accidentally" having your wine class clatter with your ceramic plate, you made a loud noise for the entire restaurant to hear.

"Yeah but-"

The rest of his words fell on deaf ears, as you cupped his chin and kissed him.

His lips were soft. Grape-flavored with a bitter taste of alcohol. The kiss was sweet, tender, careful even, as he reciprocated your small nibbling, threading his fingers with the base of your hair.

Your liquid courage burnt down faster than you had imagined. Burying your face into his chest, you were rid of all the strength you had to check Daveid - or Steve, for that matter, because on second thought, using Steve to get back at Daveid wasn't such a good idea if Steve misunderstood your feelings as a method to get even with the dick pic dude -

"I hope you haven't fallen asleep, because that guy looked like he could swallow his wine glass. And he broke his plate, dragging his date to leave but - oh ho, now the waiter is asking him to pay for the plate and the wine -" Steve sounded normal, unaffected, calm. On the contrary, you wanted to jump into the Hudson River right this second for kissing Steve and wash off all the embarrassment and nervousness.

"I suppose you need to get some air and not suffocate yourself in my jacket?" He joked, patting on your back almost in a comforting way, while you were still buried into his chest, "Don't worry, the Daveid guy made a bigger scene and now he got kicked out of this place."

Your hair must be awful. The move messed up your hair, and your lipstick no doubt. And ruining your make-up. And you couldn't face Steve knowing that you kissed him and this - you are going to be a joke to the whole compound within 48 hours.

"But if you don't say another word for five seconds, I'm going to presume that you are losing consciousness and perform CPR in front of the whole restaurant."

You sat up reluctantly, wiping the outline of your lips and possible lipstick smudge without a mirror. Pouting.

"Or how about being my fake girlfriend for five minutes and we will show Daveid that we are a happy couple?" Steve observed your expression, making yet another proposal.

He was sweet. He was really sweet offering all these choices for you and your pathetic dating app experience but all you wanted was - "How about being real girlfriend." You grumbled under your breath.

"Sorry?"

"Never mind." You shook your head and decided to put this delightful dinner time behind you, "Let's -"

"You mean it?"

"Huh?"

His crystal blue eyes searched your features, searching for signs that you wanted him, wanted this, wanted you two to be a thing. It was cliche and a chance in a million, having his friend -you falling in love with him, but so were myths and superheroes. He liked his odds.

"Would you," He spoke, painfully slow, "like to be my girlfriend? Not because of revenging. But because I want it to work. Because I love you and I want to kiss you. Because you feel the same way, and finally, you can help put my misery of seeing you dating other people to a stop. I want to date you," he thought for a small while before adding, "exclusively."

The sun must be rising from the west, or the sea must be pouring back into rivers, or the dead must be alive from their graves.

A most-amazing miracle was happening.

Because the next thing you knew, you nodded and he pulled you into his warm hug.

And offered you one of his many sweet, sweet kisses.

Bonus:

You sneaked back to the compound, holding hands, grinning like fools, feeling like the first day of being in love.

You walked past the living room with Vision in the corner still knee-deep in his thoughts, calculating, or searching.

"It seemed the most fitting human candidate is Captain Steve Rogers, with a 99.2% match." The sudden voice startled you both, but Vision raised his head and greeted you, "Ah. I see that my data is no longer needed. Congratulations on finding a perfect partner, and good night, to you both."

You whispered a "Night" as Vision drifted towards his chamber.

Turning around when you noticed Steve went silent, you saw him scratching the back of his head, just a little bit annoyed.

"I rank behind a book and two fictional characters?"