#It's a shame since they really can complement each other perfectly as the Marvel comics showed

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Do you have any speculations as to why the interesting dynamic between Shockwave and Starscream in the Marvel Comics and Regeneration One has never really been explored the same way again?

Oh, this is a really interesting question, and something I've never thought about before! I think I'd first say that if you're talking specifically about Regeneration One, that wasn't concluded until like, 2014, right? So no media that came out prior to that would be able to allude to it. Also, opinions range on that series from, "Meh" to "It's really bad," so I don't think anybody wants to reference it. In the big crossover event that was going to end IDW's run of TF, there were going to be some deep-cut references to things like Regeneration One and Transformers vs. G.I. Joe—with Regeneration One Starscream even appearing on one of the planned covers—but there's no telling that any other character from the Marvel comics universe would've even been in that event or even referenced. I wouldn't be surprised if Shockwave and Ravage, who were on the Ark with Starscream at the end of that series, would've been dead/not mentioned.

Now, as for their dynamic in the rest of the Marvel comics, I think it's just that people don't remember this aspect. Fans probably remember (as they should!) that Starscream killed more people than Unicron did or that Shockwave was introduced by defeating all the Autobots simultaneously and immediately usurping Megatron. Marvel comics Shockwave has been considered by many fans to be the best version of the character since the very beginning of this fandom, that's very true! But I doubt it's because he and Starscream were friends. So I think that's probably why it hasn't been revisited. When I show comics' pages that showcase their dynamic on here or other sites, people are usually intrigued, but also really surprised, because they didn't know/remember!

...Oh, also, I think another factor might be that people found stuff like Shockwave's inconceivably immense hatred for Starscream in the first run of IDW, and I do mean "inconceivably immense" given that he literally reshaped history just to humiliate Starscream, a lot more memorable (I still don't understand what the impetus was for this by the way, I've put it in the same category in my mind as all the other extremely weird stuff from that continuity, like that time the Combaticons worked for a fictional son of Kim Jong-il). I think that's too bad, personally, since I really like their dynamic from the Marvel comics but really hated the one from those.

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Wedded Bliss

TITLE: Wedded Bliss CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 37 AUTHOR: MaliceManaged ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Odin determined to find Loki a wife in a misguided, though somewhat well-intentioned attempt to ‘mellow him’. … RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: So, in the comics, Sif and Heimdall are siblings, and since the MCU never bothered to address that either way they’re siblings in my fics, too. Heimdall also has nine mothers in both the myths and the comics, though none of them are named in the latter as far as I know, so I’m relying on the myths for that. In the myths, they are nine sisters who apparently all gave birth to him (however the hel that works), but as far as Marvel goes I am headcanoning them as polyamorous lesbians and Heimdall and Sif are adopted. Because fuck you; I do what I want.

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Sif’s mothers turned out to adore Edith, five of them practically fawning over her to the point where Sif jokingly said they might not let her leave. Or at least, Edith was pretty sure she was joking. There was a moment’s concern over the attack in the forests, but it was quickly put to rest with how quickly and easily it was dealt with. They ended up spending the night, with Edith being put up in Heimdall’s old room after Eistla sent word of such to the palace so no one would worry.

“I have to ask,” Sif asked Edith before she retired to her room for the night, “Did you initiate things with Loki, or…?”

“No, he did,” Edith replied then let out a soft laugh, “Dumbass kissed me in the middle of the invasion, while we were surrounded by dead chitauri. Why?”

“Oh, no reason,” Sif replied entirely too innocently, “Goodnight.”

“Right,” Edith said, eyeing her suspiciously as she walked away.

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Their return to the palace was uneventful, though Sif’s mothers ganged up on Edith to make her promise to come back sometime, much to their daughter’s amusement. Word of the attack had gotten back (Sif blamed Heimdall, grumbling something about meddlesome brothers) though thankfully little fuss was made about it; instead as soon as Thor and the Warriors Three managed to corner the women, they demanded all the details of the fight. Edith was admittedly surprised at how well Loki seemed to take the whole thing, but she chose to be relieved rather than suspicious. At least for the moment.

“I think it safe to say not many will think you easy prey any longer,” Volstagg laughed after Edith finished recounting her side.

“I mean, you’d think the time I spent here before would have told them that.”

“They must have thought you defenceless without Loki,” Hogun guessed. “Not a mistake they will make twice.”

“Serves them right,” Fandral concluded, to nods of agreement.

They talked a while longer, before going their separate ways, with Loki informing Edith that his mother wished to have lunch with her. After refreshing herself from her ride, Edith made her way to the Allmother’s sitting room, where a table was set with a light lunch for two in consideration of the feast later that evening; Frigga came over to greet her then they sat, waiting until the maids were gone before beginning to converse as they ate.

“I hope Sif’s mothers were not too much; they can be a touch… overwhelming at times.”

“I noticed,” Edith replied with a slight laugh. “They weren’t too bad, when they weren’t trying to kidnap me.”

Frigga chuckled. “Yes, they seem to do that; I feared for my sons the first time they visited the palace.”

“Oh, nooo!”

“They mean well; and they have raised fine children, none can deny them that.” They paused for a while to focus on their food. “As to the other matter; I believe I may have identified the worst offenders.” Edith looked at her expectantly. “Unsurprisingly, Lady Agneta was the instigator.”

“Geez, talk about not taking a hint,” Edith rolled her eyes.

“Indeed. She has so far recruited Ladies Sigrunn and Inge, who have in turn been whispering to Ladies Dorthe, Gyrie, Heidrun and Erna. Others are not quite so affiliated, but, well…”

“They’re not exactly lining up to be my best friends.”

“No. Agneta and her followers are the worst of the lot, though; I have caught two attempts to infiltrate maids of their own amongst yours.”

Edith snorted. “Like that would work. Even if they succeeded – and Anna and Gunhilda didn’t eat them alive as soon as they figured it out – it’s not like I actually rely on the maids to get things done most of the time.”

“Yes, but they are lazy and entitled; it would never occur to them that some of us are a bit more self-sufficient.”

“So, how do you want to deal with this?”

“I should be asking you that, dear; it is you they are attempting to sabotage.”

“Well, yes, but I’m pretty sure my solution is illegal.”

“You cannot set their belongings on fire, Edith,” Frigga said with a disapproving look.

“I know; that’s why I’m leaving it to you,” Edith replied with a sweet, innocent smile.

Frigga hummed unconvinced. “Well, I believe a bit of public embarrassment might just dissuade them from their efforts. That is, after all, one of the few languages they speak.”

“Oooo, devious,” Edith clapped delightedly, leaning forward conspiratorially, “Tell me more.”

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They were stood at the palace’s main doors, Frigga flanked by Edith and Sif and looking every bit the queen she was, waiting for the hunting party to return. And return they did, to the cheers of the gathered crowd, Odin in the lead followed by Thor and Loki and the rest of the Lords bringing up the rear along with their kills. When they reached the doors, the royals dismounted and walked up to Frigga, Odin taking her hands in his and bringing them up to his lips in a rare display of public affection. Thor and Loki kissed her cheek then Loki moved to Edith, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips as she curtseyed.

The kills were sent to the kitchen to be prepared and cooked for the feast and the hunters one and all dispersed for their chambers to bathe and ready themselves. Edith was once again accosted by Frigga’s troupe of maids to be readied for the evening; this time the gown was of a deep forest green with black and gold accents, tailored specifically to match Loki’s own outfit so to irritate Lady Agneta and co., though the colours complemented Edith’s features wonderfully. She did once again don the earrings Loki had given her once her hair was pinned up, happy for a chance to show them off.

“My Lady, your escort is here,” Gunhilda announced, making great effort to keep a professional demeanour.

Loki walked in and faltered for a moment when he saw Edith, though he managed to keep his composure better than last time. “You and mother are trying to kill me, I am convinced.”

Edith laughed as she walked over to him, extremely touched that he was wearing his pendant out in the open, though she knew for a fact he’d barely taken it off since she’d given it to him. “Maaaaybe.”

“I would like to be flattered by your choice of colours, but I have a feeling it has little, if anything, to do with me.” Edith simply grinned mischievously in response and he shook his head amusedly before offering his arm. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” she replied as she took his arm, letting him lead her out of the room. As they walked she turned her face up to him. “Just so you know, we have a fanclub back there thanks to your antics.”

“Oh, I am aware,” he replied with a mischievous half smile, “Why do you think I do it? Well, other than to impress you, of course.”

Edith laughed, shaking her head. “Hey,” she spoke up after a little while, earning a questioning look, “Are we okay?”

The question turned to confusion. “Why would we not be?”

Edith shrugged. “I dunno; I guess I expected more of a reaction to the bandits.”

“Well, I won’t say I am not… displeased, but you and Sif handled yourselves, as I am well aware you can. Do I wish to hunt down any of the dogs that might remain and destroy them utterly for daring to even think to touch you? Yes. But if you are to be respected as a warrior in your own right and have brigands think twice before coming after you, I cannot be seen to swoop in and solve your problems.”

Edith hummed in understanding. “Well, I can’t imagine that’s easy for you, but I appreciate it. That said; I wouldn’t be opposed to us going out later and clearing out any bandits left. You know, for the safety of the people, and all.”

Loki stopped walking and looked down at her for a moment, then took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. “You are perfect,” he said admiringly.

“Well… yeah,” Edith replied, causing him to laugh, then they turned back to the hallway and continued walking to the feast.

Edith had to admit, the look on her self-declared ‘rival’s face when she and Loki walked in so perfectly matched was as satisfying as Frigga had promised. Loki looked between them and then to his mother and huffed a laugh, realising what was going on. That, of course, paled in comparison to the culmination of Frigga’s plan. It would long be remembered when Lady Agneta massively shamed herself by insulting the visiting party from Nidavellir, mortified to find she could not seem to stop telling them her innermost thoughts and opinions of each and every single one of them.

When she finally resorted to fleeing the room lest she say something to really anger the dwarves, many looked to Loki, who had been dancing with Edith when the show began. He shrugged, not needing to feign his surprise, and glanced at Frigga to find a very self-satisfied smirk upturning her lips. He then looked down at Edith, who smiled sweetly, though not at him; he followed her gaze to the remaining Ladies that Agneta had roped into her crusade, who looked about ready to faint as they came to realise they were in over their heads.

Odin huffed incredulously and turned to his wife. “You, my love, are as vicious as ever, I see.”

“I only protect my own, as any good mother,” Frigga replied, casually sipping on her goblet.