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timetravellingshinigami · 6 years ago

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Warning! I've Watched The Movie!Endgame Spoilers ahead!!

I'm putting This warning because some of ya'll are mean saying "If you leak spoilers you deserve no rights!" F off!! If you read these spoilers and then get mad you deserve no rights!!!

Endgame review and rant starts from here.... Don't mind it starts out as a rant....

You would think!!!...

reading Endgame spoilers, writing Endgame essays and then watching the movie, would lessen the shock factor. Nah! You wrong af!....I watched the cam version of the movie today and when I saw Thor i was like..

And the worse! thing is he ain't fat because he was depressed. NO! He is fat because The Russos! wanted him to be funny! That was the only purpose for Chubby Thor!

Even in that video i could hear the audience laughing!!!! The little kids found it hilarious and i was sitting here at home and crying!!!!

You could see Thor's pain and anger when Banner said Thanos name but...

The Camera focused on his belly so much like "LOOK AT IT ITS FUNNY!!"

and I'm in floods of tears going "😭😭😭😭😭 NO it's not!!! Leave me alone please! 😭😭😭" It was painful!!! How could that they do this to him!

And he gives a little speech that he's fine and that he has no wish to be involved in helping the Avengers and he tells Rocket and Prof. Hulk to leave...but then Rocket says "there's beer on the ship" and Thor ups and goes with them????? Huuuuuuhhhhh!??????

And then for most of the movie the focus is on his beer belly and making him sound like an idiot!!!

Should Thor be depressed? of course!!! After everything he's gone through of course!! Should he gain weight being depressed? Yes! I GAIN WEIGHT WHEN I'M DEPRESSED!!! Being depressed and using junk food, alcohol, playing games all day will have this effect on you. But is him gaining weight!!! Something to laugh at??? NO!!!!

And Valkyrie???? In Ragnarok she went through the same situation Thor is in now. She was depressed and drowned her sadness in Alcohol. And then Thor came along and gave her her purpose back. Made her realise she can do so much more than wasting away on the Trash Planet.

And now Thor is in the same situation as her and...what? Valkyrie has been helping the Asgardians settle in Tonnsberg while Thor was drinking and eating junk food and worried about cable!!

But you know what Thor was never a dumbass!!! After what happened in the first Thor movie he was everything a good king would be. The reason he didn't want the Throne of Asgard on TDW was because he felt he could protect the nine realms better when he's not sitting on the Throne of Asgard. But when peace reigns he will gladly take care of his people.

What was all that character development in Thor 2011 and Thor: The Dark World and even in shitty Ragnarok all about?!!!! Actually i blame partly Ragnarok for Thor ending up.like this. Ragnarok was what started Thor as a comical character. The Russo just went "Its free real estate" and renovated on it and gave us Chubby Thor who couldn't even speak a complete sentence properly.

And that's not even it, what bothers me is that in the 5 years no one was helping Thor get better. Korg and Meik were pretty much enablers. Looking at things Valkyrie most probably tried to talk to him but he didn't bother to listen. And after a while she let him be hoping he comes out of his grief on his own. But, You know what pre Ragnarok Thor would listen to her. Pre Ragnarok Thor would not hide away and pretend nothing happened! Pre Ragnarok Thor would be grateful that he has people who care about him. He would do his best for the Asgardians he has with him now. Valkyrie and Korg and Miek are his closest people and he has their shoulder to cry on!! Especially Val. She does understand! and the entire time he was shutting himself away from the world, she helps the Asgardians get used to this new place. She also has hopes Thor will heal in time. She hasn't given up hope. I mean when all the Avengers were giving Thor looks of "oh, that is sad", she in the end has confidence in him. The movie never showed her thinking Thor is lesser of a man and king than he was before. She actually hopes for him to finally do right by his people.

What pisses me off is that Thor just goes off onto another adventure leaving Valkyrie with more responsibility than she already has (considering that now the whole human population is back and recovering from the IW events you can guarantee a whole host of problems are going to arise for the Asgardians. Considering how humans are you can bet on that.) The only way I can forgive Thor is if they give us a Thor 4 where he comes back to Earth with the remaining Asgardians (Hulk does say "we can bring them back") and finally decides to do some good for his people. Helps them have a better life, navigating human culture, learning new skills.

The Russos make Thor's grieve look like a joke! LIKE THOR DOESN'T EVEN CARE!!! RESPONSIBILITY??? NOPE THOR DOESN'T KNOW ANY OF THAT! you don't even feel sorry anymore or sympathise with Thor. You just feel ANGRY!! At the Russos and at Thor himself!!

Other things that hurt me...

Tony's death. It hurts just thinking about it! I feel it was unnecessary. There's no need for him to die. The Russos with all their imagination should have given him a happy ending! Natasha's death broke me first! Yeah you're gonna be a weeping mess after this. Steve was...*sigh*!!! It was sad and bittersweet. Did i like that ending for him? Not really 😢

Wanda doesn't get back Vision. Recently Elizabeth Olsen gave hints that the WandaVision series will be set in 1950s. I don't even know how that works out 😐

And Loki!!! You know how we thought he was ooc in Ragnarok? Nah! The Loki we see in Endgames New York 2012 is competing side by side with Ragnarok Loki on who is more ooc . I mean! He actually shape-shifted into Steve to mock him. He waved bye bye at the Hulk!! What??!! And then he just disappears and you're sitting there like "what the hell happen???"

What was good about Endgame?....

The rest of the movie was good. The humour was great when it didn't involve Thor. I'll never get over Scott in ant size sticking his ass out and saying "Flick me" at Tony😂 There were a lot of ass jokes. But it was find. Rocket and Prof. Hulk are my faves.

Thor meeting his mother was very emotional. Since she's a witch she immediately knew he was from the future. She doesn't judge him at all. She's just happy to see him.Their reunion was very sweet. A lot of tears and hugs. 😢In the end Frigga gives him a hug just before he leaves tells him in her sweet motherly voice "eat a salad" 😂😂 The only thing that was irritating here is Thor calling her "mom" 😕

For those who have been asking, there's a reason Thor had to sneak pass Loki 'cause of the time travel thing he can't allow himself to be seen by anyone. And Loki would definitely know this is Thor from the future. That would mess things up a lot.

Thor looked sort of better at the end when he was fighting Thanos. It would seem him summoning his armour, Mjolnier and the lighting also took care of his beard and hair. It's still long but braided 😕 He fought good. He was cool at the end.

Gamora is alive (Gamora from the past entered the 2018 timeline because of Thanos) !! 😄 And Quill is looking for her (He gotta make her fall in love with him all over)

And of course the fighting was epic as is expected. Cap wielding Mjolnier! When everybody showed up through Strange's portal!, Steve's "Avengers Assemble", Tony and Pepper fighting together!!! Wanda!! The Ladies of Marvel!! Captain Marvel!! 10/10(Tbh, Carol does look a little impatient the few times she was in the movie. Like she needed to be somewhere. I guess she has priorities. Other planets to protect. The moment she was sure Earth was safe she was gone.)

Not gonna lie, Endgame is epic and it is brilliant and amazing even with its flaws.

What's interesting is according to the Ancient One, if you move the stones from their proper place in the timeline it would result in a parallel reality being created. And of all the stone only the Space Stone has been moved from its place..by Loki. So that could mean a new alternate reality/universe has been created. And you know what.....That is actually scary. I wonder if the present universe Thor even knows that this other reality even exists where Loki is most probably alive. But even if he knows he wouldn't be able to do anything anyway.

Watching the movie, and seeing everybody fight together side by side, makes me miss Loki. It's like that scene where he takes the Space Stone and vanished sealed his fate somewhat. He's no longer connected to the timeline or universe we know. A new story exists for him. He's completely separated. And He's different now. He's probably still somewhat a villain with no redemption. He was never meant to fight side by side with the Avengers in this universe at least. Who knows how he turns out in the other universe. As matter of fact i wonder how everyone in the other universe turns out.

Looking at things i feel if Loki had been alive after IW, he will never be able to just settle down on Earth. And now Thor is the same too. They will probably just up and leave and travel. 'Cause for Loki especially, he's never going to be able to adjust with humans. The restrictions on him would be huge. I see him as the type who would leave through a hidden portal to other worlds.

I do feel like everybody's story hasn't really ended. Especially for Thor. He calls himself and Quills team as "Asgardians of The Galaxy" and if I'm not wrong there's a comic book of that name. Aside from that he, Quill and the team need to find Gamora and other Asgardians and return to Earth. And there better be a movie for that.

*Insert The Avengers theme song by Alan Silvestri*

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 5 years ago

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Bodyguard III: Avengers Assemble (Chapter 4) (B. Urie x Reader)

Break room. S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier.

Clutching a ceramic coffee mug as if it were the only thing keeping his sanity from slipping away, Brendon sat at the table in the centre of the room, staring into space as he immersed himself into the slew of problems he was currently facing.

First, there was the threat of worldwide destruction looming over everyone's heads.

Second, there was the fact that he had no idea whatsoever about how to deal with the newfound information that he was a mutant, or how it affected him – if at all.

Third, there was the issue of trying to protect you from a literal god, even though you refused to acknowledge that you were at risk, or that he was (and would always be) your bodyguard.

And fourth – the worst problem of all – you were still undisputedly pissed off at him.

Wallowing in self-pity was something that the agent never did, but for the first time in his life, he saw no way to iradicate any of the issues on his own – he had no control, no options, no way out. Wallowing was the only thing he could do.

And he wasn't the only one who felt powerless amidst the anarchy.

The way you shoved open the door to the break room was strong enough to nearly shatter the glass, and Brendon looked up at you with a furrowed brow. You paid no mind to him, striding over to the kitchenette.

Yanking open the cupboards, you peered into them, searching for coffee beans. There weren't any – in fact, the cupboards were essentially bare – and you cursed as you slammed their doors shut.

With a sigh, you rested your palms flat against the counter and let your head hang down. You were frustrated, that much was pretty clear, and Brendon watched you intently, interested to see what your next move was going to be.

Creating a snowstorm, perhaps? He'd seen you flip a table over over not having coffee before, so the possibility wasn't too far-fetched.

But no, you simply turned around and strode toward the table. Pulling out a chair, you let yourself fall into it harshly, your body splayed on the piece of furniture rather inelegantly.

You didn't speak, and instead joined the agent in wallowing. Brendon looked at you with a blank face, then slid his coffee across the table. You picked up the mug and took a long sip, exhaling heavily as you set it back down.

There was silence for a little while as the wallowing continued, then Brendon took the initiative and broke it.

"You okay?"

Sniffling, you wiped your hand across your nose and shook your head. "I, uh..." you frowned, looking straight ahead of you, at the kitchenette, "Dallon thought he'd found them, but the lead was a bust."

Brendon frowned too as he realised what you were referring to, and it was only then that his gaze flickered to your hands and he noticed the grazes across your knuckles.

He shot up in his seat, reaching out to grab your hand and pull it towards him so that he could inspect it closer. His jaw clenched as he gently rubbed his thumb over your bruising skin.

"You followed up on the lead alone?" he snapped, voice calm but still characteristically icy, "Are you crazy?"

"I wasn't alone," you growled through clenched teeth, yanking yourself out of his grip, "Natasha was with me."

"Still," he refuted, "You had no idea what you were walking into. It could've been a trap."

You sat up and turned your body so that you were fully facing Brendon and tightened your jaw. "Yes, but I took that risk, because there was a chance. A chance of finding Aaron."

Brendon's eyes darkened, and he leaned back in the chair. "Aaron," he repeated with a soft scoff, "Of course."

You squinted for a moment, observing his reaction. "I know you don't give a shit about what happens to him, but I do, alright? He means a lot to me."

"Yeah, so I've heard."

Recoiling a bit, you stared at him in confusion, taken aback by his comment. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Clearly Brendon had been waiting to have this conversation, since you'd barely even finished your question when he'd hurtled a response at you.

"You let him sing to you?" he asked, voice soft but full of disdain. He shook his head as if attempting to wrap his mind around the concept.

You made a mental note to never tell Dallon anything ever again. Traitor.

Annoyed by Brendon's disapproval – especially since he had no right to disapprove – you shrugged and delivered a snappy reply.

"Yeah. What? It's not like anyone else was jumping at the chance to serenade me."

Brendon said nothing, just stared at you. As usual, you couldn't tell what he was thinking, but you could tell that he was thinking a hell of a lot.

After a couple moments, his lips twitched upwards as he gave a dry chuckle, and he nodded.

"So that's why you're taking stupid risks in trying to find him? You're gonna miss date night?" he snapped, gesturing with his hands, "What, are you sleeping with him now?"

Your body heat up with anger, and you balled your hands up into fists to keep from lunging across the table to strangle the douchebag in front of you.

"You know, every time..." you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself, "every time I think that you've changed, that you've finally let go of your fucking ego, you prove me wrong. Every single time."

He didn't say anything in response, but it wasn't necesssary, because you weren't done.

"I care so much about finding Aaron because he cares about me," you spoke slowly and clearly, wanting each and every syllable to penetrate Brendon's thick skull, "He was there for me when I needed him – he always has been – which is more than I can say for most of the people in my life."

You hit a nerve, and Brendon leaned in closer to you. You expected him to match your anger and say something harsh, but when he spoke, it was barely a whisper.

"I... care about you."

You shook your head profusely and leaned forward, too, hitting your fist on the table. "Except you don't. You don't care about anyone but yourself, Brendon. Especially not me. You've proved that countless times. And yeah," you threw your hands up and ran your tongue over your teeth, "maybe I am sleeping with him. But you know what, that's none of your concern."

Brendon's icy demeanour faltered for a couple seconds.

For some godforsaken reason, tears were beginning to well up in your eyes, and you blinked them away as you spoke softly. "You had your chance, Bren. And you lost it. You lost me."

You stood up and walked away.

✧ ✧ ✧

Banner's lab. S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier.

Bruce stood over the sceptre, continuously hovering a gamma ray detection scanner over it in search of some form of radiation. Tony was across the lab, looking at monitors as he shifted and solved various algorithms and equations.

"The gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig's reports on the tesseract," Bruce voiced, "But it's gonna take weeks to process."

Tony responded immediately without looking up. "If we bypass their mainframe and direct a reroute to the Homer cluster, we can clock this around six hundred teraflops."

Having not even thought of that solution, Bruce scoffed and gave a tiny smile. "All I packed was a toothbrush."

Letting out a short laugh, Tony made his way over to the doctor, pointing a finger at him.

"You know, you should come by Stark Tower sometime. Top ten floors," he made a sweeping motion with his hands, "all R&D. You'd love it, it's candy land."

"Thanks, but the last time I was in New York I kind of broke... Harlem," Bruce declinend the offer, looking down shamefully as he back to the events of four years ago.

Never one to accept defeat so easily, Tony persisted. "Well, I promise a stress-free environment. No tension. No surprises."

Suddenly, Tony poked Bruce with a miniature electrical prod, narrowing his eyes and leaning in closely in search of any kind of Hulk-ish indications. Nothing.

"Ow!" Bruce winced, pulling back.

Steve walked in on them, then, clearly pissed at Tony. "Hey!" he called to the genius, coming to a halt in front of the two other men, "Are you nuts?"

Ignoring the Captain, Tony spoke to Bruce, looking at him in slight awe. "You really have got a lid on it, haven't you?" he asked in intrigue, referring to the Hulk, "What's your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?"

"Is everything a joke to you?" Steve shook his head, glaring at Tony.

"Funny things are," Tony acknowledged the Captain's prescence for the first time since he walked in.

"Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny," Steve reprimanded, then turned to glance at Bruce, "No offense, doctor."

"No, it's alright. I wouldn't have come onboard if I couldn't handle... pointy things."

"You're tiptoeing, big man," Tony pursed his lips and pointed to the doctor, "You need to strut."

"And you need to focus on the problem, Mr Stark," the Captain said agitatedly.

Tony gave a bored look. "You think I'm not?" The genius' face grew serious and he lowered his voice the smallest bit, taking a slight step forward. "Why did Fury call us and why now? Why not before? What isn't he telling us?" He stepped back again and threw his hands up. "I can't do the equation if I don't have all the variables."

Steve straightened up. "You think Fury's hiding something?"

"He's a spy," Tony gawked, as if it couldn't be more obvious that The Director had other intentions, "Captain, he's the spy. His secrets have secrets." Tony once again pointed at Banner. "It's bugging him too, isn't it?"

Bruce looked up apprehensively and when he spoke, he bobbled the words. "Uh... I just wanna finish my work here and..."

"Doctor?" Steve pressed, wanting to know Bruce's stance on the situation.

A beat, then Bruce spoke.

"'A warm light for all mankind', Loki's jab at Fury about the cube."

Steve nodded. "I heard it."

Bruce gestured to Tony, raising his brows. "Well, I think that was meant for you."

The Captain had to restrain himself from scoffing in amusement. "The Stark Tower?" he asked, "That big ugly-"

Tony gave him a look.

"-building... in New York?"

"It's powered by Stark Reactors, self-sustaining energy sources," Bruce explained, "That building will run itself for what, a year?"

"That's just the prototype," Tony said proudly, cockily gesturing to himself, "I'm kind of the only name in clean energy right now."

Agreeing with the statement, Bruce gave a small nod, toying with his glasses as he finished his thought.

"So why didn't S.H.I.E.L.D bring him in on the Tesseract project?" he voiced, in referrence to Tony, "I mean, what are they doing in the energy business in the first place?"

There was a brief silence that fell over the lab for a moment, as all three men considered the facts. Tony broke it.

"I should probabaly look into that once my decryption programmer finishes breaking into all of S.H.I.E.L.D's secure files."

Taken by Tony's words, Steve widened his eyes. "I'm sorry, did you say...?"

"Jarvis has been running it since I hit the bridge. In a few hours we'll know every dirty secret S.H.I.E.L.D has ever tried to hide." Tony held out a bag of blueberries. "Blueberry?"

"Yet you're confused about why they didn't want you around," Steve snarked, annoyed at Tony's complete disregard for boundaries.

"An intelligence organization that fears intelligence?" Tony squinted and tilted his head slightly. "Historically, not possible."

"I think Loki's trying to wind us up," Steve said, not wanting to consider the fact that there were hidden agendas behind it all, "This is a man who means to start a war, and if we don't stay focused, he'll succeed. We have orders, we should follow them."

Tony skewed his mouth. "Following is not really my style."

The Captain scoffed under his breath and smiled sardonically. "And you're all about style, aren't you?"

The remark hit a nerve in Tony, and he turned his body towards the Captain fully, furowing his brow. "I'm sorry, of the people in this room, which one is; A. wearing a spangly outfit, and B. not of use?"

"Steve," Bruce appealed to the Captain, "tell me none of this smells a little funky to you?"

Steve stood there, taking in the possibility. The other two had a good point, but as an obedient soldier, he shook it off.

"Just find the cube," he muttered.

The Capatin turned and walked out of the lab. Still torn apart by the possibility, he stopped in the middle of the walkway. Then, following his gut, he walked towards the hull of the ship.

Back in the lab, Tony was voicing his distaste towards the Captain.

"That's the guy my dad never shut up about?" he snorted. "Wondering if they shouldn't have kept him on ice."

"He's not wrong about Loki," Bruce pointed out, "He does have the jump on us."

"What he's got is an ACME dynamite kit. It's gonna blow up in his face, and I'm gonna be there when it does."

"And I'll read all about it."

Tony looked at the doctor thoughtfully. "Uh-huh. Or you'll be suiting up like the rest of us."

The doctor scrunched up his face and shook his head. "Ah, see – I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed," his gaze lowered, as did his self-esteem, "like a nerve. It's a nightmare."

"You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. This," Tony tapped the mini-arc reactor in his chest, "stops it. This little circle of light. It's part of me now, not just armor. It's a... terrible privilege."

"But you can control it."

"Because I learned how."

"It's different."

Bruce tried to read the screen in front of him, but Tony slid the data aside with his finger so that the two of them could see face-to-face.

"Hey," Tony's tone became serious, "I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should have killed you."

Bruce nodded once. "So you're saying that the Hulk..." he closed his eyes after speaking that word; the word he all but hated, "...the other guy... saved my life?" He kept quiet for a couple seconds then continued. "That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what?"

"I guess we'll find out," Tony shrugged, making his way back to the other side of the lab.

The two got back to work at their respective computers.

"You might not like that," Bruce remarked after a minute.

"You just might."

✧ ✧ ✧

Briefing room. S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier.

In front of a monitor, you and Thor stood side-by-side. On the screen, Jane Foster's photo and record was displayed; Thor looked at her, remembering. With you two was Agent Coulson.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Brendon enter the space, but you blocked him out and refocused on your cousin.

"As soon as Loki took Aaron and Erik, S.H.I.E.L.D moved Jane," you told Thor.

"We've got an excellent observatory in Traunsee. She was asked to consult there very suddenly yesterday," Coulson added, "Handsome fee, private plane, very remote."

You placed a hand on Thor's arm, reassuring him. "She'll be safe."

"Thank you," Thor looked at you and Coulson, then all three of you moved from the monitor, "It's no accident, Loki taking Erik and Aaron."

Inhaling sharply, you nodded. "I know."

"I dread what he plans for them once he's done. They are good men." Thor rubbed the nape of his neck. "We pretend on Asgard that we're more advanced, but we... we come here battling like bilchsteim."

You and Coulson shared a puzzled look. "Like what?"

"Bilchsteim? You know; huge, scaly, big antlers." Thor placed his hands on his head and used his fingers to represent antlers. "You don't have those?"

You stuck your bottom lip out. "Don't think so."

"They are repulsive, and they trample everything in their path." Thor walked over to the side of the ship and looked out the window, lamenting about what has happened and what may come. "When I first came to earth, Loki's rage followed me here and your people paid the price. And now again. In my youth I courted war."

"War hasn't started yet," Fury said, walking in, "You think you can make Loki tell us where the Tesseract is?"

"I do not know," Thor gave a small shrug, "Loki's mind is far afield, it's not just power he craves; it's vengeance upon me. There's no pain that would prize his need from him."

"A lot of guys think that," Brendon piped up, folding his arms, "until the pain starts."

"What are you asking me to do?" Thor queried.

"I'm asking," Fury cocked his brow, "What are you preparedto do?"

"Loki is a prisoner."

Fury's face grew stern. "Then why do I feel like he's the only person on this boat that wants to be here?"

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inkbyajm · 6 years ago

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Basket of Affection

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Reader is friendly with everyone in the Tower, showing lots of affection. Loki, however, was too timid and stubborn to talk to her, trying very hard to ignore the fact that he may like her. Yet, the sight of her loving nature irritated him. Will he end up finding himself in conversation with her, or will he have to sit and watch her slip away?

Word count: 2368 words

Warnings: none

Another day at the tower, another day to not save the town from some imminent threat. It kind of felt like a frat house, but instead of a bunch of drunk and adrenaline based, horny boys, there were a bunch of superpower-possessing, traumatized adults.

A couple of months ago, they introduced a new resident to the base, and to your surprise, it was none other than the Asgardian prince, Loki. According to Thor, in the human system, he was at the age of transitioning into adulthood, which lead to you assuming he was around 18-19. It felt nice to have someone closer to your age, just as a mental thing. You truly loved and cared for everyone in that building, you appreciated their hard labour and efforts, looked up to them even. Kindness and affection was in your nature anyway, but you showed it to people whom you really knew. How wonderful would it be to be able to have conversations with a God with anger issues? You had many questions in your curious mind, some of them more important than others, and you were rather looking forward to having them answered. That is, until you understood that they may never come.

On one particular autumn morning, you had woken up in a good mood. Feelings of giddiness and agitation rushed through your body like a source of energy.

After washing up, you left your room to make yourself breakfast in the kitchen that was also part of the very large living room, or what Tony liked to call it, the Anti-Superhero Area, a room where you are not allowed to be your alter-ego. He stated he wanted a place where you can pass time in tranquility without worrying of fatal danger every 0.2 seconds (the outfits would only jinx it).

Upon your arrival, you noticed two other presences, one sitting on an armchair, hiding behind a green book, the other at the kitchen counter, facing his back to you. You kept walking towards the fridge to fetch the ingredients.

"'Morning, captain!" you greeted him in a chirpy tone.

"Good morning, what got you in a nice mood?" he chuckled with a slight hint of curiosity.

"No clue, I woke up and voilà" you responded, gesturing towards yourself as if to show him the result of a successful experience.

"Well, nonetheless, I'm glad you are. And hopefully," he stopped to step away from the counter to reveal your favourite breakfast carefully served on a tray "this boosts your mood even higher."

Meanwhile, Loki, immersed in a very interesting book, a sentence of which he was rereading for the 15th time for the past 3 minutes now, was quietly contemplating to approach you in a friendly manner for the first time in the history of Man. He was always intrigued by a human's dual nature and you were the perfect example of it. The way you were this quiet and timid girl who wouldn't even dare speak up and give an idea for a simple group meal, yet how, at times, you could jump around and sing along to your favourite songs, embarassing yourself to the fullest no matter who was around.

So, he had finally caught you at what seemed like the peak of your happy state, and decided to use this opportunity and converse with you. A small smile had crept up to his face as he stood up from his seat, when a hearty laugh stopped him from any further action.

"Oh, Steve, what did I do to deserve you." you said contently "It’s my favourite too!". You then jumped slightly to engulf the tall beefy man in a warm hug.

"I may not be the best cook, but I was told I'm a very good listener." Steve said matter-of-factly "I wanted to repay you for last week's treat, it's nothing much."

Loki, however, couldn't bare the sight. It made him feel things, emotions, perhaps, that were completely unknown and stranger to him. It wasn't the first time, this would occur after every situation similar to this one. He was angry, jealous, and maybe even a bit desperate for things he never thought he would need or willingly desire. The gentle care, the unconditional love, the heartwarming affection, these things he so badly craved for throughout his entire miserable existence. And here when he thought he had finally found that one person who could provide his entitled self with all of these pitiful things he wanted. What a fool. He doesn't deserve decent treatment, let alone from you. She loved these superhero buffoons, and that was exactly what differed him from them. With these thoughts in mind, the man then quickly left, the want to disappear from the face of Earth growing as seconds passed by.

"Thank you, Rogers. I really do appreciate your work and effort." you stated, placing a peck on his cheek, making the Captain America blush.

You then spun around to eat at the kitchen island when you realized that you two were the only people around. You could've sworn someone else was here a couple of minutes ago. Leisurely, you walked up to the now empty armchair to check the abandoned book. Weird.

A few weeks went on and you had noticed that the same thing would happen quite frequently. At first, you hadn't given much attention to it, it was probably just a coincidence, you thought. Though, the more it happened, the more it left you feeling perplexed. Was he running away from you? Because he was perfectly fine, minding his own business in a room full of Avengers, that is, until you came in. It usually took only a couple of minutes for him to leave. How were you supposed to get to know him if he never spared you a mere second? But again, everyone has their own thoughts, their own problems, their own discomforts. You too felt uneasy around certain people, maybe he felt the same with you.

It was a cold evening, only slightly past 7pm, and the New York sky was already dark outside, but the city was still as bright as ever. You had been reading and analyzing the Poetic Eddas for the past 7 hours, and at this point, your brain was turning into mush. It was time to take a break.

You exited your nook, dressed in a long navy blue cardigan, a loose t-shirt and leggings, to get a glass of water. As you stepped into the living room, you noticed some of the Avengers scattered around, occupying themselves with pointless conversations, mobile video gaming, and simple resting.

"Good evening, everyone.” you spoke in a sweet yet tired tone, making your way towards the sink. Everyone greeted you in return. There was, however, one individual who would never say anything, and still stuck to his policy. When you were done filling up your glass, you drank it in one go and caught Bucky sitting at the end of the C shaped couch.

"Hey, how's your arm doing?" you asked approaching him, catching the soldier's attention.

"Hey, uh, it's doing alright, I think?" he replied, moving the cybernetic limb around "I haven't had any more problems with it, thanks to your smart brain."

"You should be more careful, it's a pretty complexe piece of technology, you know." you giggled in return. You hesitantly took it in your own hands to observe it closer.

"It's metal, you know. I can't actually feel anything so you can go ahead and do whatever." Barnes chuckled lightly in response to your uncertainty.

You looked up to him and accidentally made eye contact, then proceeded to put your arms around him in a hugging manner. Took him by surprise, but he returned the gesture rather in confusion.

"You may look okay now, and I thank God for it every day, but I wanted to say that I'm proud of you. Proud of you for pulling through all of it, proud of you for giving in, and proud of you for sitting here today." you whispered for only him to hear. James was flustered by your sudden comment and remained silent for he didn't know what to say. He was grateful.

Upon turning back around to check up on everyone else, you watched as Loki, for no particular reason, scurried back to the rooms, this time, taking his book with him. Your heart clenched at the thought of him hating you somehow. What could've caused the silent treatment? You made sure to greet anyone you knew, you would even smile at him most of the time. He, however, always remained silent, never speaking a single word, sometimes you felt lucky having as little as glances thrown at you. With a sigh, you gave up questioning it any further, and turned to engage in other conversations.

"You're not sleeping?" Natasha questioned you as you sat on the couch, a half empty mug of tea in your hands.

"I'll finish my tea then go, promise."

"Alright, 'night (Y/N)." she spoke hoarsely. You simply waved her off.

You sat a couple of more minutes in silence, sipping on the remaining content of your mug, feeling warm. Not the best idea to fall asleep on a couch in a tower full of childish adults, God forbid your peaceful state ever falls into their malicious hands.

After rinsing the mug, you groggily walked back to your room, ready to crash for the next 72 hours. You walked the dark hallways, not even caring to turn the lights on, sticking close to the wall. Passing by one of the doors, you heard a faint shuffling, one that didn't seem the normal kind. Brows furrowed, you leaned into the door to listen in. The shuffling continued and only grew more agitated.

You discreetly opened the door, careful to not bother whoever was behind it, just to appease your curious and slightly worried mind. The figure lying in bed was unrecognizable in the pitch black room, no matter how hard you squinted.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.," you whispered to the system "could you turn on the light up to 15%?"

In an instant, the room became dimly lit, enough for you to depict your surroundings. There lay the prince, the blanket bunched up and messy, his hair deshiveled and sweat showing on his forehead. He kept twitching and turning, rather a concerning sight before you. You deducted that he was having a nightmare, and a quite powerful one. You were close to leaving him be, your earlier thoughts coming back to mind. However, you also felt guilty being a witness to his own mental torture and not doing anything about it. With a sigh, you reached his restless self, his heavy breathing getting louder the closer you got.

“Loki.” you murmured, shaking him by his shoulder “Loki, wake up.”

It didn’t affect him the slightest, in fact his breathing only got worse.

“It’s only a nightmare, you’re fine.”

“Loki?”

His eyes opened slowly and gradually became ruby red. The man then snapped his head to look at you, now turning completely blue. It startled you enough for you to move back but the eye contact remained. Both of you kept staring at one another, hoping for something to happen. Anything.

The jotun lay there, in all his vulnaribility and ugliness, silently, though obviously, threatening you to go away. You weren’t moving. Why weren’t you moving? You’d have to run away any second now, he intended on staying in his form until you did so. The room was becoming colder and colder. He didn’t even have time to process as, out of nowhere, you gently put your arms around his cold frame and stay there. It felt…warm. He was taken aback. He hasn’t been embraced for what seemed like centuries. Should he push you away? Freeze you, perhaps? He wanted to escape this situation, yet, at the same time, he wanted for it to last forever. The prince felt strange inside, it was an undescribable sentiment that he didn’t know he craved. All of these feelings made his heart pound faster and faster, ‘till he felt like it was going to burst, made him want to rip it out of his chest.

You noticed from the corner of your eye the way the skin on his neck steadily turned back to its porcelain colour, then, as you pulled away ever so slightly, his eyes were already looking straight into yours, and they had returned to the emerald green colour you loved so very much. Loki seemed to have calmed down.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you but,” you muttered “if you want, I can keep you company.”

He stayed silent. He averted his gaze from you for a few seconds, considering your very tempting offer. Just as you were about to give up, you heard a soft mumble.

“I would like that.” he spoke.

A sense of relief washed over you. It made you smile to know that he didn’t despise you as you previously had thought. Moving away from the edge of the bed, you climbed back up to take up the empty place beside him. As if it were on cue, the lights went down and the room was dark again. You were quite hesitant with your next decision. Slowly snaking your arm around his shoulders, you tried to pull him in and were very astounded when he let you, easily giving into your hold. In hopes to comfort him, you gently ran your fingers through his raven hair and stroked his upper back in soothing motions.

"Do you really care?" he spoke softly. It was a random question that came out of nowhere, but you understood the meaning nonetheless.

"I do." you replied "I'll do my best to show it."

Maybe you were hallucinating, maybe it was the effect of exhaustion, but you felt his arms tighten around your waist ever so slightly. You didn't expect for your first interaction to turn out this way, but you weren't complaining. At last, the Prince of Lies was opening up to you. You both lay there, in each other's comfort, until sleep took over your bodies.

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Echoes of Love

TITLE: Echoes of Love CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 AUTHOR: fierysafrina ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a Midgardian and already have a child. At the end of The Avengers, where Thor brought Loki back to Asgard, your son managed to sneak between the two brothers and went along. You panicked when you saw the scene unfold in front of your eyes, but Tony and Natasha assured you he’ll be fine and that Thor will bring him back. In the meantime, your son caught Loki’s heart with his big eyes and gentle heart, in a way reminding him of when he was a child. RATING: G (for now) NOTES/WARNINGS: I managed to end chapter 2 before I stopped working lolol oh I missed getting motivation to write. I’m not sure when the next chapter will be updated, but it will be…..by the end of the month if not first week.. we’ll see. Hope you’ll like it.

AO3 | Chapter 1

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Mike stood by Frigga’s side as she talked with one of the maidens. His eyes looked all around the palace and at guards that stood not too far from them. He tugged on Frigga’s arm and the Queen looked at him.

She smiled softly. “We’re going.” With a chuckle at his enthusiasm that suddenly grew, she looked back at the maiden. “Make sure one of the rooms is ready for our guest and if there’s anything that he needs, provide him.”

“Yes, your Majesty.” The maiden bowed and left.

“So,” Frigga started walking with Mike by her side. He held on her hand tight. “Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know…” Mike shrugged. He leaned his whole body to the side before he looked at Odin, who approached them from other side. He slowed down with eyes observing the King. Seeing his change in acting, Frigga looked from the boy to her husband.

“The boy is still here?” Odin spoke with colder tone making Mike’s expression grow sourer. “I believe I told Thor to send him back to Midgard.”

“I don’t want to go back!” Mike quickly opposed, his lips formed into thin line, expression that of annoyed child.

“You dare to go against King?” Odin raised an eyebrow, amusement seen in his eyes. Frigga quietly stood beside, watching the two argue.

That seemed to make Mike hesitate for a moment as the startle he tried to hide, didn’t go unseen by either of them. The guards that followed Odin behind, glanced at each other, some barely hiding a smile that spread over their lips. Mike glanced at Frigga, who softly smiled.

Before she could speak, Mike’s look turned into a glare. “Yes.” His voice was quiet, but heard on the quiet hallway. “I don’t care if you’re King.” Looking at Frigga, ignoring the look Odin was giving him, he asked; “If you’re a Queen, do you have horses too?” There was excitement in his eyes that made the Queen widen her eyes as she looked at Odin, who seemed taken off by surprised.

“Mike,” Frigga called and knelt down, holding his hands. “You can’t talk to King like that. He might punish you if he sees fit.”

Mike’s lips pursued into thin line. “I’m sorry…” he murmured in silence and looked at Odin. Frigga turned to look at Odin, who’s the corners of his lips turned in a small smile. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for his response.

“All is fine.” He spoke after a moment.

Mike smiled and stepped closer to Frigga, who gently caressed his head. He was biting his lower lip with eyes focused at his feet. She looked back at Odin, speaking. “How is Loki?”

Mike raised his head just enough to see Odin’s expression turn darker before he looked back down, pretending to find the floor more interesting. He began playing with his fingers, despite his attention on the conversation that Frigga had with Odin.

“He refuses to speak to me or anyone for that matter.” Odin sighed.

Frigga closed her eyes. “Would you talk to someone after they put a muzzle on your mouth?” she asked with slight anger heard in her voice. Seeing the expression on her husband’s face, she took a deep breath. “Why don’t you try to talk with him? Visit him, let him know you’re his son.”

“Frigga—” Odin began, but stopped with a sigh. He glanced at Mike, seeing his attention was flickering from his hands to them. “We shall talk about this matter later.” He said and caressed her chin before walking away with guards following behind.

Mike turned his head and watched Odin, his bluish green eyes following until he disappeared behind a corner. He looked at Frigga, who was looking at him with curiosity and he smiled, holding her hand without a second. They continued walking down the hallway, passing doors before they reached ones where two guards were standing in front.

“Your Majesty,” One spoke, but both bowed, stepping aside to let them pass.

“Thank you,” Frigga smiled and glanced at the boy. “We’re going to visit one of my sons. We shouldn’t be here, because many outlaws are spending their time here. People, who went against their King.” Mike was quietly listening as the doors slowly opened. His eyes immediately perked on the loud noise that came from behind. “If it gets overwhelming, tell me and we’ll leave.”

With a small nod of his head, they walked in. As some voice grew louder, Mike scooted closer to Frigga, who held his hand tighter, letting him know it was okay. They walked down the long hallway for a moment before they came to a stop in front of a room where a man stood, his back facing them.

“Loki,” Frigga called in soft voice.

Mike quietly watched the young man turn his head, his body hidden behind Frigga. A small smile spread over his lips when he saw the man’s mouth wasn’t covered anymore. He stepped from Frigga’s back and tilted head to the side when his eyes met Loki’s. He soon looked away, his expression sour and slightly angry.

“What are you doing here?” He spoke with voice cold.

Mike’s smile disappeared and he lowered his head, watching Loki from under his hair that covered his forehead.

“This young man wanted to meet you.” Frigga released Mike’s hand and placed it on the back of his head, giving him a small push forward.

The boy took a step forward, but the moment Loki’s eyes fell on him completely, he froze. He gulped and watched him in curiosity, watching how the man turned around, his focus completely on the boy. Frigga quietly stood beside, watching the two exchange unspoken conversation and she smiled softly.

“You were holding onto me.” Loki spoke, breaking the silence. “Why did you?” he asked.

“I was playing with mom.” Mike answered without feeling nervous. “She didn’t pay attention to me, so I wanted to hide.” He shrugged with shoulders and held hands behind his back, eyes averting to the side.

A smile spread over Loki’s lips. “And yet…you don’t seem afraid of me.” He mused and walked closer to the invisible wall. He knelt down, his green eyes staring into the younger ones. “You’re an interesting boy.”

Mike smiled widely and Frigga seemed contented at the turn of events.

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“Miss Charles,” Tony called for the young woman.

Her dark eyes looked from her hands at the man, who approached her. She was sitting on a couch in Avengers tower. Standing up, she held her hands across her chest and bit her lower lip. “Did you find him?” she asked in a voice quiet, afraid of the truth.

“He’s on Asgard,” Tony began slowly and Natasha moved to the woman’s side, her hand on her back.

“Asgard?” She repeated in confusion. “Is that in America—wait no, what am I even talking about…” She laughed. “Oh god, is my son on an alien planet?” Her voice was raised an inch higher and Tony twitched as Natasha’s slow gesture stopped. “Oh my god, my son is on alien planet…” she buried her face in hands.

“If your husband is working, I believe it’d be best to contact him and explain the situation.” Natasha spoke in soft tone. “It’d be good for you to have someone by your side to comfort you.” she shortly explained.

Letting out a sigh, the woman shook with head. “I’m not married and even Mike’s father hasn’t contacted me since he found out I was pregnant.” She scowled. “I’ve been raising Mike on my own. I knew one day I’ll be punished for working all days…” Closing her eyes, she bit her lower lip hard. “I only want my son back.”

“We’ll get him back, Miss Charles.” Natasha assured her.

“Just Diana is fine…” She replied and smiled softly. “Thank you and I’m sorry. I should’ve watched him better.”

“Being a single parent takes a lot of confidence.” spoke Clint and walked to Diana’s other side. He smiled. “Your son is safe and will come back safe and well as well.”

Diana bit her lower lip and nodded. “Thank you…” She whispered and walked over to glass window, looking down at New York. Her eyes teared up as she caressed her upper arms, a shiver running down her spine. Looking up into sky, she nibbled on her lower lip. “I hope you’re well, Mike.”

Natasha and Clint looked at each other before they turned to Tony, whose eyebrows were narrowed. “What is it?” Natasha spoke.

“There’s a problem.” Tony hesitated. Natasha raised an eyebrow and the man sighed. “There’s no way to reach Asgard. That bridge, Bifrost, that connects the worlds is broken and it needs time to repair. So it’s hard to even contact Thor.” He glanced at Diana. “Practically, there’s no way to make a contact.”

“Shouldn’t we tell her then?” Natasha asked. “It’s best to tell her the truth than let her lead on on a path that might never happen. Is it even possible for Thor to even come to Earth?”

“I…I don’t know.” Tony sighed. “Bruce is working on this, trying to at least find a way to Asgard, but there’s no big chance.” He said and glanced at Diana, who continued to stare through the window. “Right now all we can hope is that Thor will bring him back.”

Natasha looked at Diana, her expression turning serious. Whatever was going on in Asgard it didn’t go well, that much was obvious.

“Oh,” Diana murmured. Clint, Natasha and Tony looked at her. “I-I should go home…” she murmured and turned to them. “Maybe… Maybe Mike will be home…” Biting her lower lip, she smiled nervously. “I should wait for him at home.”

“Diana,” Natasha walked to her. “You can stay here if you wish. No one is blaming you for what happened.” She smiled softly.

“I know…” Diana whispered with a nod. “I’m sorry…” she choked and covered her mouth. “I just…I can’t sit still while my son isn’t here…” she whispered.

“I understand,” Clint spoke and glanced at Tony, who shook with head. “But we’ll do our best to bring your son back.” He said with a smile that passed his lips for a split second, looking at Natasha. “Why don’t you stay here? Everything might end faster and you’ll have company. I know we’re just strangers, but we can help you.”

Diana looked from Clint to Natasha, biting her lower lip and tapping her foot from being nervous. “I…I don’t know…” she whispered and looked at Tony. “I…I don’t want to bother any of you.”

“You’re not.” Tony answered. “As a matter of fact, if we can help you, we will, since in a way it is our job to do so.” Natasha held Diana’s hands, making her look her way. “Not to mention Clint’s right. If you have company with you, you can get through this. Being alone sucks.”

Diana looked back at him and smiled softy. “Alright…” she nodded. “I’ll just go pick up some clothes and call my boss to come up with something.”

“No need to worry about that.” Tony said. Diana narrowed her eyebrows. “Consider it done.” Giving her a small smile, he turned on his heels and left the room, leaving Clint and Natasha alone with Diana.

“Did he…” Diana pointed after Tony, looking from one to another. “What just happened?” she murmured confused.

“Tony will take care of things while Steve and Bruce are working on things. Don’t worry.” Natasha smiled and caressed her shoulder. “Let me take you to one of the rooms. Perhaps would you like to have some tea?”

Blinking with her eyes, unshed tears were still visible in them, she nodded. “Please…” Diana spoke quietly.

Wrapping arms around Diana’s shoulders, Natasha looked at Clint, who nodded at her. “Well then…” she said and smiled softly as they walked towards doors. Diana quietly walked beside Natasha, her arms crossed over her chest. As they walked down the hallway towards elevator, Diana looked around. There were workers repairing some of the rooms and building as whole.

“Are you alright?” Natasha asked once they reached lower levels.

“Yes,” Diana nodded. “A bit shaken up, but okay. Perhaps a good sleep might help, I don’t know…” she sighed and messaged her temples, feeling a small headache coming.

Natasha smiled. “My room is right beside yours if you need anything.” Reaching for the doorknob, she opened and let Diana walk inside.

“Thank you,” The corners of Diana’s lips turned in a small smile. Before Natasha could turn and leave, she called her name. “Hey, Natasha,” The latter looked at her. “Could you…I mean… Can…” She closed her eyes and took a deep shaky breath. Opening them, she looked straight at her. “I don’t want to stay alone.” She whispered, afraid that her voice might crack if she spoke louder.

“You won’t.” Natasha said with assurance. “I’ll keep you company.” Taking a step forward, she added: “I’m sure you want to take a shower. In the meantime I’ll go find some clothes that you can have before someone brings yours.”

Cracking a smile, Diana nodded and looked around. “It’s kind of…big…” she murmured.

Natasha chuckled. “I know, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Yeah, I kind of…don’t want to…” Diana whispered. “I still have my life to take care of, you know? I’m not someone…who can fight like you are. I’m just…me… No one important.” She laughed and shook with head. “What am I even saying?” she murmured under her breath. “Please, don’t mind me.”

“It’s alright.” Natasha replied. “Take your time. I’ll tell you if we get any news.”

“Mm…” Diana nodded and watched Natasha leave the room, leaving her alone.

Once the doors closed behind her, Diana covered her mouth, a sob escaping her lips. She fell on her knees, holding for her stomach. With eyes shut tight and her shoulders shaking, she tried to stifle her cries that threatened to escape her. Her chest was heaving rapidly, trying to calm down.

“Mike…” she choked on the name of her son. “I’m so…so sorry…”

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occasionalfics · 7 years ago

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Homecoming (Thor X Sif)

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From @loverofthor: “would you mind doing Thor/Sif? I haven’t seen much of them from authors and I ship them ENDLESSLY. Smut would be fine. Perhaps a little fluff?”

A/N: So I can’t remember the last time I really saw Sif in the MCU outside of Agents of Shield and I’ve been trying to play around with the idea that she’s just been on Midgard the whole time doing...god knows what? And I went with that here. I didn’t end up getting to smut but if I had, this would’ve been SO. LONG. And I’m trying to work on getting to the point of things and not meandering too much. Either way, I legit love Sif and would 100% write more for her, both with Thor and with a Reader. Just...for reference.

Warnings: Nothing, really. Lots of Thor almost being sad but also being Thor and genuinely finding the light in every single tunnel he’s forced into.

Words: 3,010 (like I said...long for a drabble)

When Asgard made its way to Midgard, Thor thought I have lost everything. But he hadn’t. He had a kingdom, his brother, his friends...all except the four he’d left on Asgard when his father had banished him all those years ago.

Three of those friends were dead. He missed Hogun’s advice and guidance, the contemplative stares as he observed all he saw. Thor missed Fandral’s flirtatious attitude and the resilience with which he fought. And he missed Volstagg’s booming laughter and the fearlessness he brought to every battle. He missed his friends, who he couldn’t protect from his own sister.

But there was still one. He hadn’t seen Lady Sif in so long - he couldn’t remember the last time. It was probably when he’d brought Jane to Asgard, and he barely spent any time with Sif then. He regretted it now, since their friends were gone and he had no idea where she was.

When everything had settled and his people were taken care of, he felt comfortable going to Heimdall for assistance. Heimdall found her in no time, as Thor expected. She was in New Mexico, not far from the town he’d had fallen into years ago. So close to Jane Foster, though he knew she had moved on with her life. He didn’t blame her, didn’t harbor any anger or detestation. He was a different person than he’d been since the last time he’d seen either of them. He could only expect as much from both Jane and Lady Sif.

He needed an excuse to call her to New York, other than needing her friendship. Heimdall said she was doing important work, but not exactly what work. She would come for very few reasons, so he picked the best one he could.

“You want me to fund a homecoming party?” Tony asked upon his proposal.

He didn’t say it was really meant to bring Sif home. Or rather, to introduce her to their new home, should she wish to return to Asgard. Still, he begged Tony to help him, and eventually, he did. They planned a grand ball and sent an invitation - by USPS, rather than a raven (in Tony’s words) - to the address Sif had given to Heimdall.

He was nervous the whole night, though he couldn’t say why. Sif was his friend. They’d fought together, celebrated together, learned and grown together. She was his peer, and one of the only people as skilled in battle as he or Brunhilde. He knew her well, and yet, he was anxiously awaiting her arrival. Hilde kept laughing at him, giving him her usual smirk as if she knew something he didn’t and wasn’t about to share the information. Her wink told him she thought it was more fun to watch him suffer.

He was the only one to notice when she did arrive. His Avenger friends didn’t know her, and his Asgardian subjects were too far into their celebration to notice. But he did.

She looked spectacular, and she was wearing his colors. Her dress was red, her shoes were gold, and her earrings were blue. She towered over most of the people she passed, and her face was a stoic portrait of all the things he remembered of Asgard - the place. Grace, strength, capability.

He enthusiastically made his way to her, calling her name above the din of conversation and music, desperately trying to catch her attention. Her sharp features turned up into a pleasant smile when she found him, and as they neared one another, he held his arms out. She called his name, and he felt something stir in him that he hadn’t felt in some time. He’d later call it attraction, although that felt too shallow.

He moved to embrace her, but she stepped back half an inch and bowed instead. “It’s quite an honor to see you, my King,” she said, always the formal soldier.

He rolled his eyes and waited until she stood at her full height, nearly taller than he was in her heels. “No need for such formalities,” he told her. He couldn’t name the lightness in his chest when her eyes met his again because he’d never felt it with her before. But she was his dearly missed friend. She was one of his last reminders of home, the last of their group to survive Hela. That had to be the cause of the feeling, certainly.

“Of course there’s a need,” she said, her lips turning up into a smirk. “You are King now.”

He shrugged. “Kind of,” he said.

Her brows turned up in the middle, though her expression lost none of its playfulness. They stared at one another for too long before she tore her gaze from his and looked around the room. Stark had done a good job - or rather, his party planner had done a good job at transforming the recreational space of the compound into a ballroom. They’d even managed to fit the Valknut into some of the bannisters, creating a sense that this new place was home, no matter what it looked like.

“I’m afraid I’ve missed a lot,” Sif said, her dark hair falling over her shoulders like Thor had never noticed before.

His smile fell, but hers did not. He hesitated, unsure of what to say. Sif had been gone from his life for so long that he couldn’t remember where to start. What had she missed, exactly? The end of the world as they knew it. His sister, his being stuck on Sakaar with Loki and Hulk, his raising Surtur to save Asgard, despite destroying it, too. He wondered what her response to such an explanation would be.

Sif had always been one of his group to question the motives of Loki. That seemed so out of place until Thor thought about Loki’s moral compass. She was usually right in that case, and she was always focused on justice and the right way of doing things. She was a perfect warrior and a friend that Thor was grateful to have back...and still, there was something more, but he couldn’t touch it.

So he simply said, “Welcome home,” because he had nothing else.

She stared at him until her expression dropped, then she looked around and surveyed the guests at the ball. He figured she was beginning to recognize some of the people. She turned in a circle, then came back to him and asked, “What’re they all doing here?”

“Same as you,” he said, slowly turning so he stood next to her. He bent his arm so she had room to wrap hers around his, and she did, though a tad reluctantly. “They’re here to celebrate.”

“But...everyone?” she asked as he lead her across the room.

Thor nodded and looked toward the floor. “Like you said, you’ve missed quite a lot, Lady Sif.”

She looked around again as he continued toward the bar. She would need a drink if he was going to tell her the whole story all at once - and he would, too, honestly. He wasn’t nervous anymore; he felt calm, actually. It was the idea of reliving everything that had happened since Surtur had captured him that put him on edge, but he did it. He owed it to Sif, who’d lost just as much as he had and didn’t even know it.

She listened with her usual level of focus. Her eyes never left his, even as he told her what Hela did to the Warriors 3. When he finished telling her everything, she sighed and reached for his forearm. His skin tingled under her touch, and for the first time, he thought to himself of how really beautiful she was.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help,” she said, her dark curtain of hair falling over one shoulder. “I should have-”

“No,” he said, moving past the confusing thoughts in his head about her cheekbones. “You would’ve faced the same fate.”

“But I could’ve fought. I could’ve made her work difficult, or tried to help Heimdall or-”

Thor shook his head. “She took them all without blinking.” He pulled his arm from her, only to grip her fingers in his palm. It was odd to be holding her hand like that, but it didn’t feel wrong. He thought he saw a similar reaction in her eyes. “I’m glad you’re still alive.”

She was silent, trying to read him, but he had a hard enough time understanding what was happening inside him. Sif was his friend, and had been most of his life. He’d never felt like this for her before, and he wondered how much of it had to do with the fact that she was the last of his group alive. But something inside him said no, these feelings were genuine. The little skip in his heart when she’d smiled at him, the trembling of his skin under her touch, it was all real, not just a side effect of their situation. He had to trust his instincts on this.

“This is a celebraiton, though,” he told her, gesturing to the party with his free hand. “We’re meant to partake in revelry.”

She sighed and slunk into her smirk again. “As usual,” she said. “Where’s Loki? Revelry is never truly had until he’s involved.”

Thor chuckled because she was right. When they were much younger, Loki was the one that brought the fun with him. The real fun, the mischievous fun. He wished that were still true, but in the meantime, he shrugged and stood from his barstool, refusing to let her hand go until she pulled it away. She didn’t, and he couldn’t help but notice. “Dance with me,” he said, half a question and half a suggestion.

He thought he saw her blush, but she’d always been good at hiding such reactions. “Thor,” she said as she shook her head gently. “You know I’m more skilled with a sword than these awful shoes.”

“And you know I’m good with both,” he responded, stepping back so that she had to stand from her own stool. He was reminded of how long she was - everything about her was elongated and elegant in a way he’d never took the time to record for himself before. But now he did as he backed up once again, pulling her into the crowd of people, both Asgardian and Midgardian.

Sif put up no walls, no fight whatsoever. He wondered if she was obliging because he was king, but he knew her better than that. Even if she never showed disobedience to Odin’s face, he knew how cunning and creative she was behind his back. She did things the way she wanted to, even if his father didn’t know or like it. Besides, she was his friend before his subject, even if he couldn’t say as much.

He brought her to the dancefloor and led her through a Midgardian ballroom technique, though she seemed to know how to do her part easily enough. He didn’t know exactly how long Sif had been here, but it was long enough to wear the clothing, know the dances, and have a particular favorite drink to order. He’d be impressed if he didn’t know how capable Sif was of...just about anything she did.

As the songs changed, Thor leaned closer to Sif. She didn’t move back, but her face became serious all at once. “You look beautiful, Lady Sif,” he said, as it was the only thing on his mind.

She forced a smile, but he could actually see her cheeks flush this time. Her smile was for him, but her body had another reaction entirely.

“You know, in the,” she paused to think, raising an eyebrow, “Milennia or so we’ve known one another, you’ve never said such a thing to me.” Her smile returned, though it was more of a smirk as she teased him. When he didn’t respond with an explanation - other than a slight shrug - she continued with, “But I am flattered, and I must say that this eyepatch look is really...quite something.”

He rolled his eye, but they laughed in sync anyway. They danced and joked and fell into a comfortable rhythm, as if nothing had passed between them but time. After a while, Thor believed that nothing had. The feelings he had for Sif didn’t feel new anymore, just refreshing. She was a piece of home returned to him, and in some way, he had always loved her. If his feelings shifted now into a different form of love, he would follow them because he’d already denied himself happiness enough for three lifetimes. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but he didn’t care. They danced until she couldn’t stand her awful shoes anymore, then they went and found a quiet hallway, still laughing as if they weren’t the only two left of their little gang.

They sat along the wall, their legs stretched out in front of them. Thor had to stop himself from reaching for Sif’s hand, reminding himself that he didn’t have her yet. He wanted her more than he could ever remember wanting her before, but he didn’t have her. She’d come into New York from across the country, and she was likely going back soon after the party. He didn’t want her to, now that he was close to her again. He needed her skill to keep Asgard safe, but more than that, he wanted her company. Her companionship. Her lovely smile and intelligent, serious eyes.

“I know Heimdall said you were doing important work out West,” he said, his voice low but still echoing off the metal walls. “But would you consider staying here? To help resettle Asgard?” For me? he wanted to ask, but he kept that to himself.

She sighed and looked at the slit in her skirt, and he fought not to follow her gaze. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “It’s hard to imagine everyone...here...after everything, you know?”

He nodded, unable to stop his hand from moving toward hers and keep his gaze on her face at the same time. He wanted connection between them. He wanted something - anything. If she looked at him, he could breathe again. He forced himself to say, “We need you.”

They both knew she had a duty to Asgard, but she was a determined woman. If she was expected to finish her job in New Mexico, she would. Maybe she would come back to New York after. He didn’t know where else she was supposed to be, but he did know that he wanted her with him. He couldn’t get the idea out of his head. She was suddenly inescapable, a part of his destiny that finally felt like light, rather endless darkness.

He sighed and told her, “I need you, Sif.”

Slowly - so slowly - she turned to look at him again, her expression unreadable. If he had to guess, he’d say she looked shocked, but there was something else in her eyes that made him second guess his assessment. Maybe fear, maybe hope.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all night,” he told her before he could stop himself. “And it’s not simply because of the distance and time and whatever else was between us. My gut is telling me that I really, truly want to kiss you.”

“Thor, I-” she started, but she didn’t continue. She didn’t look away from him or stand up and leave, either. She bit her lip, looking much more like the young maiden she’d once been than the warrior Thor knew her to be. He was baffled that she could be both, but she could. If anyone could, it was Lady Sif.

He finally allowed himself to reach for her hand. She didn’t pull away or show any sign of discomfort or repulsion. This he could do without her express permission, but he needed her word to kiss her. He was her king, but he wouldn’t use that to get what he wanted. He wanted Sif on her terms, as his friend and companion and comrade in arms. “I want to kiss you and I want you to stay, but I won’t take what’s not mine and I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, Sif. Just know that I’m glad you came tonight, and that I missed you more than I can say.”

“You’ve always been a beautiful fool,” she said softly, with not a hint of derision in her voice or on her face. She leaned against him so their shoulders touched, then brought her face even closer. “You can’t imagine how long I’ve waited to hear you say anything like that to me.”

He could, actually, even if he hadn’t seen her behave the way he felt before. Not to his recollection, anyway. But they’d known one another for so long, and if he thought hard enough about it, he could imagine just how long she might have felt for him what he was only now feeling for her. “I’m sorry I’ve been making you wait so long, my Lady,” he said, still waiting for her direct consent. It was important to him that she wanted Thor, her friend, to kiss her.

When she did, his heart nearly gave out and quit all together. “Stop apologizing. You’re torturing the both of us,” she told him, and then she connected their lips herself.

Thor’s only thought was that he loved the feel of her soft lips against his. He loved the weight of her shoulder pressing into his, and the fact that their hands were still intertwined. And he absolutely loved that she felt like home and smelled like lemons. He knew she was right; he was a fool, and he had been for so long, pretending that this wasn’t inevitable. He pulled back only to ask her, “Will you stay, Sif? For Asgard, for me, and for us?”

Her smile returned. “Of course,” she said, gripping his hand between both of hers. “Of course.”

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Echoes of Love | Loki (Chapter 2)

Fandom: Marvel Rating: General Genre: Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Fluff | Slice of Life | Drama | Angst | Comedy | Summary: Imagine you’re a Midgardian and already have a child. At the end of The Avengers, where Thor brought Loki back to Asgard, your son managed to sneak between the two brothers and went along. You panicked when you saw the scene unfold in front of your eyes, but Tony and Natasha assured you he’ll be fine and that Thor will bring him back. In the meantime, your son caught Loki’s heart with his big eyes and gentle heart, in a way reminding him of when he was a child. Notes: I managed to end chapter 2 before I stopped working lolol oh I missed getting motivation to write. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be updated, but it will be.....by the end of the month if not first week.. we'll see. Hope you'll like it.

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CHAPTER 1 | HERE | CHAPTER 3