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Jessaaaa it’s been ages🥺 i was wondering if you had more sneak peaks for the Loki blip in the universe?

Hope you are well love

- C

Hi lovely! I'm sorry it's taken so long to respond to this!

I don't want to give TOO much away of the story, but here's a small sneak peek of one of the alternate universes Loki visits:

Loki lay in place for just a moment, catching his breath. While he picked himself up off the ground, he took the time to observe his new surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the relative lack of purple lightning streaking the sky. Must not have infiltrated this universe just yet, he thought to himself.

Once he'd made note of that, he began to really take a look around.

He was standing beside a building, similar in shape to the one he'd just used as an escape route when the portal had opened, but composed completely of a surface of mirrored glass. Beneath him was a posh, polished stone sidewalk running parallel to a narrow walkway where the street should have been. On closer inspection, he realized the walkway was moving; a conveyor belt of sorts, carrying passerby along to their destinations.

The electronic whirring overhead captured his attention next. Translucent tunnels spanned the distance between buildings, running in line with the walkways below. Shadows rapidly whizzed through them, belonging to what Loki could only imagine were transport pods or cars of some kind. Obviously, the Midgard of this universe had come much further in their technological development than the one he knew.

Most startling, though, were the electronic billboard screens scattered throughout the city, all depicting various moving images of none other than Tony Stark.

President Stark, in fact - based on the largest billboard hovering high above the city.

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Omg I don't know if I'm more excited to see reader's revenge or Matt's (hopefully?) re-revenge 🙈

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Glad you’re excited!

Oh, don’t you worry 😉

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Congratulations on the baby 🥰 hope you are both well 😘 I’m excited for your next prompt and was wondering if we could see a snippet from it👀

Thank you lovely anon! 🥰 We are doing very well thank you!

It's been a bear trying to get myself back into writing - I feel so out of practice! I shared a little snippet of what I've written so far here (I think it got lost in all of the asks I answered that day!) This prompt is especially difficult because I'm trying to create a story behind why there's a blip in the universe, which is requiring quite a lot of creativity... and a LOT of refreshing myself on Marvel lore for accuracy 😅

I do have some more written, so here's another snippet that explains some of the backstory I have planned. It will take place two years after Endgame (and obviously I had to tweak the story a bit to explain why Loki is alive):

"No, wait a second!"

Peter had been uncharacteristically silent up until this sudden interjection, drawing the attention of the room. The teen's eyes were sparkling with sudden revelation.

"I think I figured out what's going on!" he elaborated, gesturing to Thor and Clint. "You two don't remember that Loki's been living here for the last few years, but we do. What's the one thing they have in common that none of us have?"

"Kid, I'm not up for playing Scooby Doo right now - just tell us your theory," Sam urged exasperatedly. Peter's enthusiasm was undeterred as he continued.

"They survived the snap!"

"What is this 'snap' you speak of?" Thor inquired. "Is this some sort of Midgardian slang?"

"You don't remember the snap either??" Sam asked in surprise. "You know, when Thanos wiped out half the planet??"

"I... feel like I'd remember something like that," Clint muttered sarcastically.

"See?? We remember the snap, but they don't!" Peter proclaimed. "Whatever caused that purple lightning in the sky must have erased their memories! They don't remember anything that happened after the snap."

"And the medic?" Bucky asked.

"Survived the snap as well," Loki informed. He had the sudden sensation of a large boulder weighing in his stomach at the revelation. If Parker was correct, and you couldn't remember anything from the last seven years... His fingers curled into fists as the anger welled inside of him. "What... who... what could have done this??"

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Can we get a teaser from your next prompt?

Admittedly, I hadn't started writing beyond plot-mapping until the last few days 😅 I'm finally starting to regain some motivation and mental capacity to write now that I've settled into parenthood a little more.

It will likely still be a bit before I have a completed fic to post, but here is a preview of what I have written out so far (under the cut) - bear with me, I'm VERY out of practice. As a refresher, the next prompt is where the reader forgets their relationship with Loki due to a spell/blip in the multiverse (see my Masterpost for more details):

"Darling, are you alright??"

Your head snapped up the moment you heard the door slam open. As your gaze met Loki's, your eyes widened.

"You... how did you get in here?" you demanded.

"I... walked?" he responded in jest, tilting his head in confusion.

"You know what I mean! How did you get in the tower? How did you get past security??" There was an unfamiliar animosity in your tone that made Loki uneasy.

"I don't follow."

A laugh burst from your chest - not the bright, infectious laughter Loki had come to love, but a sharp, sarcastic bark that cut like a dagger. "You don't think I know who you are?" Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. "Why are you here? Is this some pathetic attempt at vengeance against the Avengers?"

Loki took a step towards you and you flinched, taking a compensatory step back. You squared your shoulders and straightened your posture, shifting your weight defensively to your toes as though preparing to run. He paused at your harsh reaction, his brow furrowing.

"Darling, is this your way of getting revenge on me for earlier? I told you already I-"

"Earlier? I've never met you - what do you mean earlier??" Your eyes flashed with a look of panic and indignation. "Have you been spying on me?? Biding your time until you could barge in here and take me as a hostage in your sick little game?"

Loki was beginning to feel a burning sense of desperation in the pit of his stomach. You were being completely nonsensical, acting as though you were frightened of him. The former would-be tyrant was well acquainted with glances of terror from the general public, but not from you. Never from you.

"If this is a joke, it isn't funny any longer." Loki began advancing toward you once again.

"A joke?" With your gaze firmly fixed on Loki, you reached blindly behind yourself, hand fumbling along the surface of the table before closing around the barrel of a syringe. You whipped it out in front of yourself threateningly, knuckles turning white from the intensity of your grip. "I'll show you just how serious I am!"

"Now hold on a moment! Please, darling, let's be reasonable here-"

"Stop calling me that!" you demanded furiously, raising the syringe higher as if to frighten him into submission. Loki lifted his hands up in front of himself in surrender, halting in his advance.

"I don't understand what's going on here, but I swear to you on my life I would never cause you harm. You have to believe me!"

"Believe you? The God of Lies?" That sharp, sarcastic laugh escaped your lips once again. "You must think I'm a fool. I may be a simple medic, but I'm stronger than I look. I won't be taken down without a fight!"

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I am so excited for Skill of a Valkyrie Part 2!!! I requested it and have been watching it move up the list! I fell in love with the first part as soon as you posted it! I just love young Loki before all the self loathing. And he deserves all the love and happiness!! So I re read part one and then went on a binge through a lot (almost all) your stories and they all are still just as good the umptienth time I’ve read them… as they were the first time 💕. When I’m having I a bad day I come to your blog to feel better… So some of them I’ve read a lot. Ok sorry I’m done rambling. I really just meant to express my excitement! Hope all is well in your little growing world!!! 💕 🥰 💕

Oh you are so lovely kind anon 🥰 Thank you for your words of appreciation! I love that you enjoy reading and rereading my stories 😊

I am so excited to get back to the Skill of a Valkyrie storyline! It's a very different version of Loki, the young and mischievous prince - he's so much fun to write!

I'm already getting ahead of myself with the story for part 2, so it may be another somewhat lengthy part 😅 but in any case, here is a preview under the cut:

"How are you feeling, Loki? Is that shoulder troubling you at all?" you asked, gesturing toward the location of the former spear wound.

"Not one bit. You're truly a miracle worker, Valkyrie," he responded proudly, rolling his shoulder a couple of times as though to prove his point.

"Heed caution, Loki. Overconfidence is what got you into this mess in the first place."

"I'm not being overconfident." He took a few strides closer to you, that characteristic smirk overtaking his features. "If anything, I'm singing you praises. Don't let it go to your head, now, love."

"Come, now. You know I know better than that." Loki lifted his hands to cup your jaw on either side, tilting your face up toward himself as he leaned closer, your noses nearly touching. "Loki... you have duties to attend to," you warned half-heartedly, melting into his touch all the same.

"Mm, indeed I do." He closed the few inches of space remaining between you, capturing your lips with his. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, hands coming to rest against the small of his back. He hummed in approval, one of his own hands falling from your neck to your waist so he could tug you impossibly closer. Gods, he was intoxicating. Your willpower to resist his charms and keep him on task crumbled so easily with the gentlest touch.

Regretfully, you pulled away, resting your forehead against his. "Loki, I'm serious! You must not shirk your duties as prince just to spend the afternoon kissing me."

"Why ever not?" He tilted his head slightly to steal another swift kiss. "Kissing you is far better than any council gathering. They shall barely notice my absence."

"No, no. I won't allow it." You leaned back slightly to evade his advances. With a guttural growl, Loki tightened his arm around your waist to pull you closer once again, his lips finding yours despite your protests. You couldn't help but laugh against his mouth. Cheekily, you slipped your hands from his back to his waist, pinching rapidly at his sides for just a moment.

"Mm-hm-hehey!" he spluttered, breaking apart from your lips as his hands shot down to capture yours.

"Attend your council meeting, or I'll tickle you senseless," you threatened with a smirk, digging your fingertips into his sides once for emphasis. His grip on your hands tightened in an effort to still your tickling fingers.

"This is entirely unfair, you know. Holding this over my head in such a way."

"I never said I was playing fair."

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Sneak peek

Hi all - this next fic is turning out to be a lot longer than I'd originally planned, but it's in the works! Here's a small preview for you all:

(If you haven't read it recently, refresh yourself on Family Forged Between Realms part 1)

"Brother!" he shouted as he pounded with his closed fist on Loki's closed bedroom door early one morning. "I know you're in there! Open the door and speak with me - this is important!"

The younger Asgardian finally appeared in the doorway, scowling at the elder for disturbing him.

"What could possibly be so important that you felt the need to come here clobbering my door at this time of morning?"

Thor brushed past him to enter his room as he often did, despite how much he knew it irked Loki. "Have you not taken any notice to the fact that our honorary sibling has not called on us in over a week's time??"

"That is what compelled you to barrage my door?!" Loki pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he turned toward his older brother.

"Is our dear friend's welfare not cause enough for your concern?" Thor snapped back.

"Of course I'm concerned! I've been worried sick for weeks!"

The moment the words burst from his mouth, Loki appeared a bit sheepish. Of course Thor knew he cared about you - Loki simply wasn't one to broadcast his emotions in such outbursts.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Loki spoke again in a much more controlled tone. "W-what is it that's made you decide today that this is an emergency?"

"They are due to come in to work in Banner's lab this morning," Thor explained. "You and I both know they would never miss work - if they will not come to us, we must go to them!"

"And you think that bombarding them while they work is going to make them more willing to tell us what's wrong?" Loki scoffed skeptically.

"We at least must try! Come with me, brother! They may never admit it to us, but they need our support more than ever."

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Hi! I was wondering if we could possibly get a preview of your next fic!

Hi anon! I have some work left to do on it still, but here's a little preview of what I've written so far!

"When are you going to introduce me to your friends and family?"

He tried not to pause in his brushing of your locks, knowing you'd notice the hesitation if he did. "I would hardly call the other Avengers 'friends,' if that's whom you refer to."

"Oh, Loki, mi amor. Whether you want to admit it or not, you care about them. Which is why I would like to meet them."

He let out a slow breath through his nose, working his fingers into the back of your neck where you held tension. "You honestly want to meet them? Truly?"

"Yes. ¿Por favor? Please?"

He couldn't see your eyes from behind you, but he knew very well the look you'd be giving him if he could. That firm but pleading look - the one that left very little room for argument and very little desire to say no to whatever it was you wanted. How soft he'd become for you.

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Hi Jessa!! Do you by any chance have a sneak peek for us? 😉

No worries if not!! :)

Hi anon! You're in luck, I've been cruising through a big portion of the fic today 😊 Here's a sneak peek:

You picked up a pin from the workbench, poking it to your own index finger and wincing at the slight pinprick sensation. "I'll test the nociceptors next - those detect pain. I'll be gentle, though, I promise."

Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Please. I'm a super soldier. I can handle a little pinprick."

"I know you're a big tough guy, Buck," you assured, poking his kneecap teasingly. "If the nociception electrodes are overly sensitive, it might feel like I'm stabbing you. I just want to be careful."

"Alright..." He lay his metal hand on the workbench with his palm facing upward. You grasped his wrist to steady his arm, gently poking the sharp end of the pin to the heel of his hand. He suddenly jerked his hand away, breaking free of your grasp.

"Did that hurt a lot?" you asked apologetically. He shook his head, his brows knit together in confusion.

"No... it was just weird."

"Uh, ok... I'm gonna need a little more than that for my notes, Buck." You motioned for him to place his hand back on the table, this time pressing the pin to the very center of his hand. Again, he jerked away, this time with a puff of air bursting through his nose. "James. Tell me the truth. Is this hurting you? I won't judge you."

"Doll, I swear it doesn't hurt."

"Then why do you keep pulling your hand away?"

"I... I'm not sure." He returned his hand to the table. "Try again."

"Ok..." You grasped his wrist once again, this time poking his fingertips in rapid succession without warning to try to get him to tell the truth. To your surprise, he let out a giggle when he pulled away this time. It all started to come together. You smirked, looking the bewildered super soldier in the eye. "Bucky - does it tickle?"

"What? No. That's not possible," he insisted. You laughed out loud.

"Bucky, seriously. I'm not going to judge you for being ticklish."

"I can't be." His expression was serious, not at all sheepish. You tilted your head in confusion. "You of all people should know. Don't people grow out of that by, like, age five or something?"

"Wait - you can't be serious." You squinted at him, trying to detect any hint of a lie in his face. He was dead serious, not an ounce of humor in his eyes. "Bucky - that's not... you don't just grow out of being ticklish. Adults can be ticklish too."

"Really?" His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"What led you to believe that it just goes away at a specific age?"

"Back in my time, I only ever saw little kids tickled by their parents or siblings or whoever," he explained. "And it's not like HYDRA was the type to go around tickling people."

"Oh." Your heart ached at the realization that he'd had such minimal experience with kind, affectionate touch. "Well... I promise, it's normal to be ticklish as an adult. I am too."

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I hope you feel better soon Jessa! 🤍 being sick is no fun!! Also I wanted to let you know that I’m so excited for the swing dance prompt aaaaahhh!! I remember when you first answered that ask holy SHIT I can’t believe it’s happening

Thank you lovely anon 💚

I'm having fun with this prompt! I'm trying to channel how he might react to learning a dance style that isn't regal and flowing like a waltz (not to mention getting ordered around by a mortal... 😂)

Here's a little preview:

"Have you not asked Barnes and Rogers? They certainly must have first-hand experience with this sort of thing."

"Yeah, but they have partners already. Steve's taking Nat, and Wanda beat me to Bucky before I could ask him."

"And the others?"

"Tony obviously has a partner already, Bruce won't tell anyone if he can dance because he's already refused to join, and while I appreciate Peter's enthusiasm, he's too young to participate." You sighed, preparing to drop the bomb. "I'd have asked you, but I'm really hoping for a win, and I know you don't know how to dance anything but a waltz here on Midgard."

"Now hang on a moment."

Hook, line, and sinker.

"What made you discount my dancing abilities so quickly? I am a wealth of knowledge of various styles of dance. Far more than you could possibly have learned in your short lifetime."

"Do you know how to salsa?" you asked.

"Well, I-"

"Samba? Rumba? Tango-"

"Ah-ha!" He snapped his fingers, pointing. "I know that one!"

"Have you ever swing danced before?" you continued, ignoring his outburst. He folded his arms haughtily across his chest.

"I'm certain I'd be more than capable of learning any Midgardian dance style should the need arise."

"I don't know... there's a lot of tricky footwork. It's nothing like a waltz - you have to be three steps ahead to keep track of what you're doing."

Loki scoffed. "Darling, I am always three steps ahead. I would master any 'tricky footwork' in a heartbeat."

You turned to face him more fully, shooting him an expectant look. "So you're saying you want to be my partner?"

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For those of us who didn’t see, can we see a tiny preview of the fic like you do sometimes? Idk what you call it lol but maybe we can see a bit!

I suppose it’s only fair… 😉 I haven’t gotten too far yet:

"We're not gonna hurt you," one of them assured, holding out a hand that you were surprised to find was made of some metallic substance. You shied away from him, receding further into your hiding place with trembling pleas for mercy.

Grimacing with a glance at his hand, the man rose to his feet and took a few steps back, mumbling something under his breath. Then, a woman, previously hidden from view behind the two men's bodies, knelt down in his place.

Her stormy blue eyes locked with yours, and almost instantly you felt a sense of calm wash over you. She offered you a kind, sympathetic smile, holding out her own hand just as the man standing behind her had done previously.

"Take my hand. You're safe now."

Her voice was gentle, melodic, with a hint of a foreign accent as though she'd just recently been learning to drop it. Hesitantly, you reached out toward her outstretched hand, your own fingers trembling as they met the warm skin of her palm. Her fingers curled around yours, gently tugging to lead you out from your hiding place and lift you to your feet.

"My name is Wanda. This is Bucky-" she motioned toward the metal-armed man, "-and Sam-" she turned and gestured toward the man standing beside Bucky. "We're here to rescue you."

"Rescue... me?" It couldn't be possible. Surely, HYDRA was attempting some new experiment on you to make you hallucinate. No one knew of your existence. No one even knew where to find this research laboratory, housed in a remote area of the Faroe Islands. How could this woman possibly be telling you the truth?

A blast echoed from down the hallway, followed by pounding footsteps. The three alleged rescuers glanced at one another for only a moment, exchanging resolute expressions before the two men - Bucky and Sam, as Wanda had called them - leapt into action and sprinted down the hallway.

"Wait- wh-where are we going?"

Wanda slid her arm around your shoulders, shielding you with herself. "I'll explain when we're safe. For now - I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

Her stormy eyes met your wide ones, pleading with you to to believe her. Taking a steadying breath, you nodded.

"Yes. I trust you."

With a weak smile, Wanda began to usher you along with her, through the door of your cell and out into the hallway. The pair of you sprinted side by side, her arm still wrapped tightly around your shoulders as you huddled against her side for protection, trusting in this woman fully to keep you safe.

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Ok, it's taken me longer than usual but I'll be posting the swing dance-themed fic prompt this afternoon! In the meantime, here's another sneak peek:

"Ok, so - the first thing you need to learn is the basic footwork pattern." You pointed down at your feet to direct his attention to your movements. "Before moving anywhere, let's just go over the step. I assume you want to be the follower, yes?"

Loki shot you an indignant look. "I think not."

"Kidding! I was kidding!" you assured with a laugh. Under your breath but loudly enough for him to hear, you added, "Your ego is too big to be the follower anyway." Before he could open his mouth to retort, you plowed on. "SO - for leaders, you'll start with your left foot. It'll look like this."

You demonstrated the one-two-triple step count in place, glancing up from your own feet to get a read on Loki's expression. He was watching you with one eyebrow raised, his mouth drawn into a flat line. Pausing your demonstration, you motioned toward him.

"Now you try."

The god sighed with a roll of his eyes, repeating the step you'd shown him without looking down. "Ta-da."

"Great. Could use a bit more bounce."

"A god doesn't bounce."

"Well, this god is gonna have to if he wants to have a shot at winning this competition." You folded your arms sternly, nodding your head down toward his feet. "Again. With bounce."

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Can we get a preview of your next fic 👀

I still have a little ways to go with this next one, but here's a preview from what I've written so far!

Wanda took Clint's vacated spot on the couch beside you, scooping the photo album into her lap and flipping forward a few pages. "Aww, look! Laura must have been pregnant with Lila in this one," she cooed, pointing to a picture of the growing young family at the park where Laura's belly had the telltale roundness of pregnancy.

"Yup - look, there's baby Lila right here," you confirmed, pointing to another photo of a newborn on the following page. You pinched a few of the glossy pages in your fingers and flipped them, making a noise of surprise when a loose photo fluttered out of the page you'd just turned to. "Wait... what's this?"

"Oh, now this is interesting..." Wanda snatched up the photo and brought it closer to her face, an incredulous grin spreading across her lips. "Take a look!"

You took the photo from her, squinting a bit to see the grainy faces better. It was a photo of a rock band on a stage, complete with an electric guitar player, a bassist, and a drummer. And there, standing in the center of the stage with a microphone pressed to his lips...

"No. Way." You glanced up wide-eyed at Wanda, grinning with elated surprise. "Clint was the lead singer in a band??"

"He's never mentioned it before." She leaned over your shoulder to view the photo once again. "But that's definitely him."

"How old does he look in this? Like... late twenties?" Scanning down to the bottom of the photo, you could see the edge of a shadowy sea of heads of the audience in front of the stage. "It's hard to tell, but it looks like there's a lot of people watching. You think they were famous?"

"Maybe not famous... we'd have heard by now if a fellow Avenger was also a world famous lead singer," Wanda pondered aloud.

"Well maybe they were a local sensation?"

"Must have been, with that many people. Didn't he grow up in a small town?"

"I think so." You glanced up as you heard heavy footsteps approaching the doorway to the common room, grinning as Clint reappeared. "Hey Clint!" You waved the photo for him to see. "Why have you never told us you were in a rock band??"

"What??" His face tinged red as he came closer to view the photo, snatching it from your outstretched hand. When he registered what was pictured in the image, he grimaced. "Damnit. You weren't supposed to see this... how did it get in there??"

"Why don't you want people to know?" Wanda probed, an equally sly grin on her face.

"Because I was young and stupid back then-"

"Hey! You couldn't have been that far from our age in that photo," you protested indignantly.

"-and anyway... it's embarrassing." He folded the photo and slipped it into his pocket.

"I don't know, you looked a lot cooler then than you do now," Wanda teased. "Can you still sing?"

"Ooh, yeah, sing something for us!" you urged.

"No. Absolutely not." He leaned over and seized the photo album from Wanda's lap, snapping it shut. "You two just forget that you saw that photo, you hear me?"

"Mm... nope, sorry, it's already burned in my brain."

"Yep. Not going away anytime soon." You glanced at Wanda with a smirk, chuckling as Clint groaned in frustration.

"Why did I leave that photo in there..." he muttered under his breath as he turned on his heel and left the room.

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Ahhhhh I am so excited for that tattoo fic that's coming up on your upcoming projects 😁😁😆😆😁😁😆😊😁

I’m really loving this one so far!! I’m hoping to have it finished today or tomorrow 😊😊 it’s getting close!

Here’s a preview:

“Are you alright?”

You shouldn’t have been as surprised to hear Loki’s voice in your doorway as you were. Glancing up as you straightened the hem of your clean shirt at your hips, you were met with a concerned-looking Asgardian, though he was clearly trying to hide it. That was one thing you appreciated most about Loki - he never spoke to you or looked at you as a fragile mortal. He learned early on how fierce you could truly be.

“All healed,” you replied with a smile. “That regeneration tech is really something.”

Loki scoffed. “We’ve no need for that sort of thing in Asgard.”

“Well some of us aren’t literal gods, Loki.”

“Ah, but you fight as though you’re immortal like one.”

There it was - that teasing little smirk of his, his blue-green eyes flashing with the internal knowledge that there was something else going through his head that he wasn’t saying out loud. You tried not to let the heat creep up in your face.

“You were awfully nosy earlier, peeking in on me getting fixed up,” you chastised teasingly. “You know, we have privacy rules in Midgardian medicine.”

“I couldn’t help myself. You’ve never shown that much skin before. Forgive me for being… intrigued.”

Ok, the heat was definitely settling in your cheeks now.

“What was that marking you have on your side?”

Ah. There it was, the inevitable question.

“It’s a tattoo,” you responded casually, breaking eye contact to look down at your hands.

“A tattoo?”

“Yes. Ink etched into skin. A sort of art form here on Midgard.”

You chanced a glance up at him, finding a genuinely curious expression on his face. It made you shift uneasily in your seat atop your bed.

“Might I see it?”

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Hiii! I hope you’re doing well!

I was wondering if we could see a sneak peek of your nat x reader fic? I’ve been so excited watching it climb the prompt list!

Hi anon! I'm working on a solid portion of it today, but I do have some of it written! Not much interaction yet with reader, but I've started building the scene! Here's a sneak peek:

"Natasha you're looking lovely today, as always."

"Oh, here we go." Nat rolled her eyes, a slight grin pulling at her lips as Tony swanned into the kitchen. His jaw went slightly slack in an expression of mock indignance, holding a hand to his chest.

"Ouch. I thought you liked me, Romanoff."

"Conditionally."

"You boys need to keep your hands out of the food," Wanda chastised from her place in front of the stove.

"Boys?" you asked in confusion, glancing over toward Wanda to find Steve and Bucky had also since meandered into the kitchen and were eyeing the fresh baked bread.

"Damn she's good," Steve muttered, turning away from the bread with his hands up in surrender. "Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?"

"I have to if I'm going to keep you boys out of my appetizers before we even make it to 3 o'clock," Wanda retorted, turning to wag her spoon at the super soldiers.

"Oh, so it's just the appetizers that are off limits?" Tony quipped, looking Natasha in the eye as he backed toward the desserts that had been set out to cool. Nat stepped forward and swatted his hand away from the tiramisu with a sharp slapping sound. Tony winced. "Ow, no need to make things violent!"

"Yeah, we just want a little taste." Bucky paced carefully over to the long kitchen island where the cranberry sauce sat in a glass bowl. Before he could reach over to dip his finger into the mixture, Nat had slapped his hand away as well. He shook his hand with a grunt. "Yeouch, what the hell? What are you, the kitchen police or something?"

"Hmm. I kind of like the sound of that, actually," she responded with a smirk. "What do you think, Wanda?"

"Please. Anything to keep these boys out of my hair."

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Your new fic looks like it’s gonna be amazing! So many prompts! Can we get a mini preview? 👀😂

I'm excited for this one! a lot of the prompts just fit so well together 😊

I don't have too much written yet but I do have a bit that I can share! I've started writing it out of order (JJ is a bad influence 😂) so here's a bit from the middle:

Most of the others in the room had gone back to their own conversations by this point. Loki had long since returned to reading, though he had the ability to observe and listen while he simultaneously skimmed the pages of his book. He noted that your attention was divided between watching Thor, Peter, Tony, and Bruce playing some video game on the television (rather rambunctiously, of course) and glancing at Wanda and Vision as he kneaded the tension from her shoulders. He couldn't be certain, but he thought maybe he detected a hint of jealousy in your expression. It had been quite some time since he'd seen you interact with anyone physically in such a manner... come to think of it, he'd never actually seen you allowing someone to rub your back like Vision was doing for Wanda at this moment. Perhaps that would be the key to getting you back, but he would need to observe a bit longer first.

Vision's hands slid lower down to massage the muscles in Wanda's lower back. She suddenly made an odd squeaking sound, arching forward away from his touch.

"Did I hurt you, darling?"

"No..." Wanda suddenly appeared sheepish. "You just tickled me, is all."

"I see. Are you feeling better?" Vision asked.

"Much better, thank you."

"I'm glad to hear it." A small smirk formed on Vision's face, just before he started kneading his fingers into Wanda's sides where his hands rested. Wanda burst into giggles, squirming as he tickled her more intentionally.

"Vis! Wh-whahat are you dohoing?"

"As I understand it, the appropriate response when someone tells you they are ticklish is to try to tickle them," he explained casually.

"Who-haha-whoho told you thahat??"

"Mr. Stark, of course."

Wanda shot Tony a look, which he only barely acknowledged as he briefly glanced up from his game and shrugged.

"You can't tell me I'm wrong," Tony called from his seat across the room.

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I’m so excited for the Bucky x Steve x Reader story coming! Any chance of a sneak peak or update? If that’s not pushing a boundary or being rude to ask.

Hi anon! Of course it's not rude 😊 It will be out probably in a day or so, it's just about finished! Here is a sneak peek:

"So how goes life at Avengers tower?" you asked as you scooped a nacho off the top of the plate in front of you.

"Tony hired a new secretary for the lobby," Bucky explained, wiggling his eyebrows as he glanced over you at Steve. He rolled his eyes in response

"I told you, she's not my type."

"Oh, come on! She gives you the eyes every time you walk by!" Bucky argued.

"She's in her 70's!"

"Great! A younger woman," you ribbed, smirking at Bucky as he laughed.

"Ha, ha. You shouldn't be laughing, Buck - you're older than I am."

"Yeah, but I'm way more good looking," he retorted teasingly, running his fingers through his own hair for emphasis.

"No you're not!" Steve turned to you, a shadow of a smirk on his face. "Let's ask a third party. Which of us is better looking?"

You felt heat prickle in your cheeks. "Oh, hell no. I'm not answering that question. That's a trap."

"Oh come on, you know you want to tell Steve the truth," Bucky teased, draping his arm around your shoulders. You had to stifle a nervous giggle, tilting your chin down to hide the giddy grin that spread across your face.

"Nope. You guys will have to find someone else to settle this for you."

Bucky scoffed, removing his arm from your shoulders. "Pshh, you're no fun." You felt suddenly colder without his touch.

"So... find someone that's your type yet?" Steve asked you pointedly.

"N-nope. Just living the single life," you responded casually, turning your head fully toward Steve and shooting him a dirty look.

"There's not one person in your life you'd be interested in going out with?" Steve pressured, ignoring your scowling. "I don't believe that for a second."

"Excuse me, you're my mentor, not my wingman Steve," you grumbled, popping another nacho in your mouth to have an excuse not to speak any longer. He shook his head with a smirk, his knowing gaze fixed on yours for just another moment. You took the opportunity to change the subject after you'd swallowed your bite of food. "So, anyway - how is Tony?"

You could tell Steve didn't want to drop it so easily, but Bucky had already started to answer your question, and the opportunity was lost. Gradually, you began to relax again as the conversation strayed further from your crush.