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Silphymon evolution sequence.
Digimon Adventure 02 (2000)
Sequence from the Beginning (2024) here.
#digimon#digimon adventure 02#digimon 02#digimon zero two#my own post#aesthetic#art#anime#2000s internet#digimon adventure#gif#my gif#dna evolution#jogress evolution#tailmon#gatomon#aquilamon#silphymon#yolei inoue#miyako inoue#hikari yagami#kari kamiya#stingmon#ofc Yolei has the gayest moment to digivolve#althought every DNA evolution moment was pretty queer already#“i can feel ken's heartbeats”
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Noooooo Kari is part fairy she can absolutely live a couple thousand years!
maybe not the fairy genes in fact i kinda view fairies as having the lifespan of bugs perhaps so Very Short but maaaaybe her dragon genes allow her to live for a few hundred years 🤔 if anything maybe if she gets too old shes just permanently in dragon form bc her humaniod form is too decrepit 🥺
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Heroism in TFATWS
Let's establish one thing which is that the show operates in a superhero trope, which means there are good guys and bad guys, and the good guys always win. This is not to say that characters are morally clean-cut between good/bad. The Flag Smashers acted out of good intentions; Walker did want to do good things when he took over the mantle. But that doesn't mean they aren't the bad guys in the story, because a person is not only judged by their intentions but also the means and the ends of those intentions.
Sam and Bucky are the heroes in the story, they beat the bad guys (the Flag Smashers) and saved the world. That's how the story ends. That's how all the superhero stories end.
But the show isn't quite that simple, not in the sense that it deals with moral greys, no. Rather, the show really fucks up the boundaries between good/bad, right/wrong, and by extension, the heroism of the show.
Let's say Karli has some vague cosmopolitan worldview, and let's say that's better than the state system so Sam is justified to sympathize with her cause, and sam is rightfully asking the governments to be better. What's the actual, feasible way to achieve Karli's vision? Nice speeches notwithstanding, Sam isn't offering a solution. States aren't going to abandon the system that made them a state just because some hero dressed in an American flag descends from the sky and tells them to. Forced displacement and/or re-settlement happen because the population distribution is screwed, especially in Western Europe where Karli is from. Those states simply do not have the capacity, spatially and financially, to accommodate all the people while the others would be faced with devastating labour shortages. Statecraft is not just about morals, some IR scholars would even argue it's never about morals, you have to do the rationalist calculation. (also sam's speech to the politicians is so.........wrong. it sounds like a 16-year-old wanna-be socialist who spends too much time on leftist tiktok)
Here's the thing, you can agree with the political ideology or not, because it's not about whether it's right or wrong. It's about Sam being a hero who comes from a heavy political background, who represents a set of values that is meant to transcend a single country, advocating that ideology whilst being completely naive about it.
Steve embodies a similar idealism that makes him a hero, but not a leader. He's a leader because he can lead, he assesses the situation, sets a goal, and gives out tasks to achieve that goal. In the show, Sam is not demonstrating effective leadership, although not entirely his fault.
When you have the 'hero' indiscriminatorily endorsing the villain's philosophy, it doesn't mean the hero is empathetic, it means the hero is fucking bullshit. What makes a hero isn't merely stopping bad guys, it's also offering a better alternative even when the villain kinda makes sense. Superheroes are supposed to offer moral lessons through their heroism, which often takes place as they defeat evil. Without that, they're just dudes stopping fights, not heroes fighting for causes. The only moral lesson Sam offers is 'hey maybe radicalization is bad', which is completely ignored by both Karli and Zemo.
Sam's sympathy towards Karli is even more absurd. Even if he agrees with her cause, she's an unrepentant killer. 'Don't call them terrorists.' really, Sam? What would you call them? Just bc the Soviets fought the N@zis doesn't mean they were the good guys.
Furthermore, we see the contrast between her and the other flag smashers. They were invisible victims while her body was gently carried by Sam as phones and cameras were recording. In a show where they tried to make sense of racism, the stark contrast between Karli and the rest of the group happens to be mostly PoC is kinda hilarious.
The problem isn't Sam. It's the terrible horrible writing. You can't take a Watsonian take when it's so obviously a Doylist problem. The show claims to be a lot of things it got wrong is just pathetic.
What about Bucky? His arc is pretty detached from the main storyline and he basically did nothing significant in the show so I don't even know what they want to convey about his heroism. He was literally just running around punching people (not even very good at it too) while being blamed for things he wasn't responsible for. He only told Karli that killing was bad. What a novel lesson. Again, there is nothing from the good guy.
Who is the hero then?
Zemo is the true anti-hero of the show. Throughout the show, Sam and Bucky - the good guys - oppose killing in general, but their method is proven ineffectual and in the end, all Flag Smashers are killed with a majority of them killed after they were lawfully arrested. The Flag Smashers were terrorists, they were the villains, therefore narratively, this makes Zemo's end goal - killing all supersoldiers, in this case, the Flag Smashers - right. His ideology - the desire to become superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideas; supersoldiers cannot be allowed to exist - is positively reflected in the story. His success inevitably justifies his ideology, which stands in contrast to both Sam and Karli. I'm not saying what he did was heroic, but from a storytelling perspective, Zemo is the 'hero' who ultimately eliminated the evil in this superhero trope.
The result is that Sam, the supposed hero of the show, has done nothing. He didn't stop the bad guys, he didn't offer an effective alternative to Karli (or Zemo) practically and ideologically, while Zemo did all that. What does it say about heroism and the idealism that comes with it? That it's nice to talk about but useless when a real battle takes place? That end does justify means? Because that's not what Cap trilogy conveys.
#if you don't agree you don't have to engage. just so you know.#sam wilson#tfatws#bucky barnes#baron zemo#the falcon and the winter soldier#the show is bullshit ok?#cosmopolitanism in itself is controversial#being proposed by captain AMERICA is outright ridiculous#ofc point a gun to ppl's head and force them to leave their home is bad#but it's also too simplistic#just to give her a justification#as long as states exist there will never be free flow of population#not even within the EU not when there's a global crisis#so I'm asking again#dear kari and spellman#how exactly do you propose that to happen?#zemo my man you have done nothing wrong in your entire life xxx#also sam saying 'i'm a black american wearing an amarican flag so i must know all about suffering and discrimination' is just laughable#do the showrunners know that other countries exist????#bro have you lived in a country where you can be arrested for saying all that to a politician?#marvel needs to stay out of politics#for their own good#also I have classmates who were part of the UN peacekeeping troops. painting them as terrorists isn't doing anyone any favour
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It's only a matter of time I convert grey warden's armor from DA then putting it on Vincent and then cry, and save him at any cost 😭 he'd be a terrible grey warden though
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INSTAGRAM EDITS - HIKARI 'KARI' HASAGAWA
#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ never forget how wildly capable you are ⊱ ◜hikari hasagawa◞#kari will use her social media to talk politics and social events mostly#she'll post about articles she's writing or stuff going on her in city#but also her hobbies bc she loves them#and ofc she's a very proud lesbian :')))#。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ the body's a landscape of wildflowers ⊱ ◜my edits◞
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i had a dream last night abt going to the rtc show and it was fucking wild i NEED to get to that theatre asap otherwise i fear i may go insane
#ren rambles#ofc bc it was a dream some weird shit happened. i got to sit next to and chat to karis.#i fistbumped the whole cast and told them how inspirational they all are#though weirdest bit was that they 1. werent in costume and 2. werent performing rtc and 3. werent at the hayes#it was like a karaoke night kinda. strange
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Revice Riders Reunion 😈🕷🦇
#kamen rider revice#kentaro maeda#junya komatsu#wataru hyuga#i love how close the boys are!!#even after their show has been over for almost a year#junya is ofc the cutest of the three 🥰#kari simping hours
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So y'all know about my longstanding headcanon about feng xin essentially adopting strays when picking junior officials and I just think it would be super cute and funny for feng xin going to kill wu yangzi for being a nuisance in his territory and basically tripping over shen jiu in the process and picking him up by the scruff (while shen jiu probably attempts to stab or blind him so he has a shot at running away) taking one hard look at this half feral little shit absolutely dripping with resentment and twisted with shoddy cultivation practices who reminds him a little too much of mu qing when they were kids with that hunted look in his eye beneath the anger and a little too much of xie lian right before they broke up so full of mistrust and fear and pain and is just. shit. because now he has to take him.
#kari speaks#svsss#tgcf#feng xin#shen jiu#lil nan yangs#and that's how general nan yang adopted a mostly feral kitten uvub#of course eventually when shen jiu is fed and cleaned they will eventually talk a little and feng xin will learn#just how much like him shen jiu is as well#dangerously devoted to one person#and yes that person has hurt them more than anyone else#but that doens't change how much they love them#so ofc feng xin will let shen jiu go and take missions around cang qiong so he can see if he can find his qi-ge's body#and yes when they eventually find out yue qi is alive feng xin will of course be having Words with him (in disguise ofc)#and ofc yue qi is too blissfully happy that shen jiu is alive and well
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Do you have a favorite Andor blorbo?
I would say Mon Mothma, but then i think i might miss something about her not watching all those animated series? Anyway the way she is surrounded by enemies and still tries to do something good, no matter how even the closest people sneer at her...✨
I was already excited about aged characters actively participating in the Rebellion - not just being in background crowd or a parental figure saying few wise words to another chosen boy or teenage girl in love triangle... It was Maarva who started the uprise on Ferrix, Cassian didn't even participate in it!
And then Luthen said what he had sacrificed and did his escape thing... I didn't expect to feel anything at all about Stellan's character as usual.
Look Andor even made such barfos as Dedra and Syril interesting to watch. I wonder if he'll spark anything human in her or will she sink him further in darkness and waste him for the Empire.
#yes we're talking glup shittos here move along#all characters have development! so hard to choose#like i was so excited to see my boy ebon moss and then skeen said all that...#special shout out to brasso vel b2 kino and karis nemik#and Niamos mix ofc#love that andor feels like political thriller
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just watched the first part of tri and boy am i trying so hard to like it i want to like it and not be biased becaues of all the hate ive seen. theres a lot of fun stuff here but MAN theres a lot of decisions im questioning,,, part two eventually please explain
#why tf do Meico and her digimon have the same name like that weird right? i hope theres a reason though i fear it#this is also not anyones fault but her dub voice being marinette mlb is SOOO funny but deeply not helping me to like her rip#why is joe just not being included in naything from a writing standpoint i hope that has payoff of some kind because rn it just feels like#they dont know what to do with him and kicked him out#also the way they invite meico into the team like “yippee there smore of us!!” without questioning where the fuck the other 4 of them are?#like an adventure crew story is fine but the idea that they need all the digidestined help they can get and they have 4 local friends#who should be in tk and karis classes anyways and they dont even mention them? ofc we saw the scary intro bit but that doesnt mean that#ic they cant be mentioned like “no theyve been out of class for a while” do they not hang out? very confused anyways#i want hope because the classic dynamics return is fun and the fights are sick n all that#fandomsandfears
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"you could always try staying away from me."
" yeah , well i'm sure that would make it much easier on us both . "
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@frosti-moon “Both of them wearing (mostly) historically accurate Norse clothes? I love seeing how different artists design those.”
I may have gone overboard…messy in some places but that’s bc I was impatient to draw the frost idfk-
Here we have Chief Hiccup and Winter Spirit Jack
Nice throwback to my God of War days for inspo. Hiccup’s a bit of a mix of Kratos/Odin/Tyr while Jack is a mix of Baldur/Freya + Pandora from the old games.
I swear to all that is good, if someone calls him Jokul Frosti one more time I’m gonna rant- Actually fuck it ima rant in advance.
Ahem.
People really like the idea of Jack being “Jokul Frosti”, especially if they are exploring concepts with an old setting where Jack is further back in time. I loved it when I first came across it because duh pretty awesome. And ofc many believe that is where the name “Jack Frost” derived from. It’s cool. However, I have since done enough research to decide this isn’t very accurate.
In Norse mythology the God of wind and voice, Kari, has two sons. Some sources say otherwise and that it’s just one son - Jokul Frosti, but fuck that, my sources are older.
Kari has *two* sons - Jokul AND Frosti. They were two bros. Their names mean Icicle and Frost. Jokul went on to have a bunch of kids who were all very winter themed. It also makes more sense bc (especially in Norse stuff) it’s very odd to come across a mythological figure with two names. Think of all the gods you know, MOST are going by one. Plus it’s weird…like why is his name two things? Icicle Frost? What? Pick one. Brev it don’t make sense. It don’t add up. Most minor Norse gods are having just the one main brand right? (The big dogs like Odin, Freya, Freyr etc etc usually have side hustles tho, but we ain’t talking about them).
So what I think has happened is that somewhere down the line, probably through oral conversation, the two brothers and their names got merged into one person. Then after the merge, Jack Frost came about, hence our predicament.
Like- ya’ll do wut ya want but I personally think the Winter Twins are a better idea for our fan stuff. In my headcanon (and in my fic) they are more like Jack’s wacky adopted-uncle-types that left him their power after they kicked the bucket cos they thought he was a pretty cool mortal. Like Manny brought him back but like- so did they at the same time. Double whammy. Anyways. ✌️thanks for coming to my TEDtalk.
#hijack#jack frost#hiccup haddock#digital art#rise of the guardians#how to train your dragon#hiccup how to train your dragon#rotg jack frost#hiccup haddock x jack frost#fanart#jackson overland frost#frostcup#FIMT#forever is my tomorrow#Jokul AND Frosti#Jokul#Frosti#norse mythology#norse gods#character design#god of war#clothing design#httyd headcanon#headcanon#httyd#httyd fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#fanfic rec#fanfiction#fanfic
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hello i feel like there has been a lot of negativity in the sims community recently so i wanna show some love to my fav simblrs <3 i’m sure someone has made a similar post already but i just wanna show some love to some of my fav blogs! (disclaimer i may sound like a broken record because there are so many talented and lovely people i know on this app but yeah)
@squea you already know but i appreciate you so much literally one of the sweetest and best people ever and ofc the creator of the legendary corn who i’m sure most people already know and love <3 but also you’re so talented and you make such amazing sims as well!!
@solargrove again literally just one of the nicest people ever, and also just your sims and just general aesthetic are so warm and cozy and i love it so much <3
@druidberries again the creator of the iconic elowen who i love so so much her and her spooky lil family!! also just once again such a lovely person and ofc butterberries (need i say more)
@alelelesimz once again so lovely and so talented! like your pokémon sims are stunning im obsessed and the fact you make the poses as well just makes them even better like the dedication and time just is amazing
@folkbreeze literally such aesthetic screenshots, and like such a warm and cozy vibe. also your psds and graphics and edits are incredible you’re so so talented like pls teach me how to edit like you. also like i have said so many times and will probably say so many more times just a really sweet person!!
@stinkrascal the most recognisable and iconic vlad, and also just the dedication and time and love you put into your stories is amazing and really inspiring! i also love reading your oc lore and it inspires me to write more lore for my ocs!! <3
@futurelabs honestly adore your gameplay so much and seeing it on my dash really makes me want to try do my own gameplay😭 also i admire sims builders so much and your builds are always so cozy and lovely!
@crazy-lazy-elder-sims honestly such a lovely and supportive person! also my first ever simblreen you were the first creator i got gifts from and honestly it made me so happy and you just made it such a wonderful first simblreen and it made me really enjoy the event so so much so thank you sm for that and i’m excited to see what gifts you have this year! <33
@wildmelon the BEST fantasy sims ever. also just the most stunning posts in general like your renders and even just cas photos are incredible and i just really love your aesthetic and general vibe it’s very whimsical and i love it <3
@kari-sims adorable sim style!! i love your sims so much they’re so cartoony and animated and bright and they just make me so happy whenever i see them on my dash!
@rattrait again literally such adorable sims and your renders are amazing!! <3
@stellarfalls DO I NEED TO SAY ANYTHING??????? their edits hello??? chefs kiss. incredible
i don’t wanna ramble on too much but some other blogs that i adore and have amazing sims and content that you should defo check out
@aliengirl / @alientown / @fizzytoo / @trashedfruit / @ezra-trait / @worriedrat / @velvet-disc / @zleepyhollow / @kamiiri and probably a ton more that i’m forgetting but just know i adore each and everyone of you that i follow and everyone is so talented and just yeah !!! anyway i wanted to spread some positivity that is all!!!
#butter’s thoughts#also if i forgot you i’m sorry i promise it’s nothing personal😭😭#but yeah i appreciate all of you🫵🫵#also sorry long post
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Welcome!
You can call me Kari, my pronouns are she/her. English isn't my main language, so I make mistakes sometimes. Please be aware that I am a minor.
I post my art here, currently only of Miraculous Ladybug (kwami swaps mostly) and my own AU
I have a sideblog just for the kwamis so if you have any questions about them (that don't really apply/correlate to MD), ask them there. I won't answer them here.
My asks are always open so ask away (especially about my au pls)
I get nervous with social interactions and like to think that I'm funny, so sorry if I'm awkward.
Requests
My kwami swap requests are currently closed.
Rules:
I'll do a maximum of 4 characters per request
I'll use my au's rules, so the show's miraculous might look different or not exist at all, in that case, I will not do that request
list of all the miraculous
I won't do characters from other fandoms/shows, only ML (my version ofc, so no Adrien) and my ocs
Drawing takes time so please be patient with me :]
Miraculous Disaster
MD is my Miraculous Ladybug au. It's very much in a production hell right now but you can still ask questions. I always appreciate the interest :D
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Blutroter Kondor moments/liveblog (long post including minor spoilers under the cut):
Skinny, der Roadrunner cartoons guckt und total mit Coyote mitfiebert 🥺
"Mr Norris war ein harter Geschäftsmann und ein noch härterer Vater." Liebe diesen Satz, weil er so viele Möglichkeiten bietet, ohne dabei welche auszuschließen!
"Er [Skinny] war aus einer ganzen Reihe von Gründen immun gegen ihren [Lys'] Charme" aha, willst du mir mehr über die Gründe erzählen, Kari? 👀
"Theoretisch konnte man überall auf wertvolle Gegenstände aus der Vergangenheit stoßen. Praktisch jedoch nicht, da die drei ??? ihren Mitmenschen meist zuvorkamen." 😂
"Vor seinem inneren Auge nahm die Visitenkarte Gestalt an: Die drei ??? "Wir reißen uns jeden Fall unter den Nagel." Selbst ernannter Chef: Justus - MacSherlock - Jonas. Kopfloses Herumgerenne: Peter - Der Schisser - Shaw. Amnesie und Emotionen: Bob - Stan Silver - Andrews." 😂😂😂
"Kershaw also. Lys hatte Pech, so viel stand fest. Der Mann war schroff, unnachgiebig und reizbar. Im Gegensatz zu seinen Kollegen schien er nicht nur etwas gegen Verbrecher zu haben, sondern gleich gegen die komplette Menschheit." 1. Vielen Dank, Kari, für diese wunderbare Charakterisierung von Kershaw, 2. Skinny kennt offenbar die Polizisten in Rocky Beach gut genug, um ihre Eigenheiten zu kennen, love that
"Die drei Klagezeichen" 😂😂
"den roten Sportwagen" ET TU, KARI??? Ich weiß ja, die Originalfolgen sind sich uneins, ob der Sportwagen jetzt rot oder blau ist, aber ich dachte, für die deutschen Folgen hattet ihr euch (mit Ausnahme von Nevis ofc) auf blau geeinigt?! 😭 Dafür hat der Wagen ein Kassettendeck und Skinny Mixtapes. Dafür verzeihe ich fast die Farbe.
"Die Gegenwart dicker Bücher, dröger Akten und staubiger Vitrinen hatte eine abschreckende Wirkung auf ihn." Ich bin nicht überrascht 😄
"das waren doch diese [...] indigenen... Leute." So proud of both Kari and Skinny for not using I*dianer 🎉
"Aye, aye, Captain Kerk." 😂 I see what you did there!
Skinny hat die Handlanger-Rolle satt 🥺
Und Skinny kennt sich überraschenderweise in der Bücherei bestens aus, weil er sich da regelmäßig an Bob vorbei schleicht??? (Und ihn bei Recherchen beobachtet??? 👀)
"Der Name ist Programm. S.H.A.W. - ein Akronym für die Worte Schlüsseldienst, Hohlkopf, Angsthase und Werkzeugträger." [...] "Das S in Skinny steht ebenfalls für Schlüsseldienst. Was Shaw kann, kann ich schon lange." Liebe die Erwähnung, dass Skinny Peter beim Schlösser knacken nicht unterlegen ist. Bin allerdings überrascht, dass er das Wort "Akronym" kennt. (Und dann kommt die Erinnerung, dass er nicht so blöd oder ungebildet ist, wie man denkt - danke, Kari <3)
Skinny hat eine Notfall-Reisetasche im Kofferraum. Das glaube ich sofort.
TAAVI! TAAVI! TAAVI!
Kelly geht mit Diego Alvaro spazieren, während Peter nicht da ist? Soso.
Skinny (er)kennt Bobs Deo??? In Kombi mit der Lederhose aus Namenloser Gegner fange ich glatt an zu glauben, dass Kari eine Skinny/Bob Agenda verfolgt xD
"Er wollte gerade gehen ist mein zweiter Vorname [...] Abgekürzt mit einem E." Hätten wir die Frage also auch endlich geklärt! 😂
"Du bist zu fixiert auf die drei Detektive." Lys hat ihn durchschaut 🤷♂️😄
Skinny benutzt den Nachbarsjungen in Little Rampart als Laufburschen und gibt ihm Geld, damit er sich auch was holen kann 🥺 aber keine Süßigkeiten, weil das schlecht für die Zähne ist 🥺
Skinny besitzt ein Death Planet Shirt, das er normalerweise zum Schlafen trägt, obwohl er die Band nicht mag??? 👀👀
Und er würde den Weg zum Schrottplatz im Schlaf finden xD
Skinny hat Mitleid mit Cotta, weil der von Mrs Kretschmer vollgetextet wird 🥺
Cotta, der Skinny vernimmt!!! Ich wiederhole: Cotta, der Skinny vernimmt!!!
"Aber Inspektor Cotta war einer dieser Menschen, die man einfach nicht anlügen konnte." Justus, Peter und Bob sind da zwar anderer Meinung, aber süß, dass Skinny das so sieht <3
Die ganze Szene zwischen Cotta und Skinny ist einfach. So fucking cute. Ich liebe es. Ich werde nie wieder an dir zweifeln, Kari.
"Wenn du mich jetzt entschuldigen würdest, Dad, ich muss den Ruf der Familie zerstören." 😂😂😂
Skinny kann casually Bomben basteln???
Das Highlight ist definitiv Skinny, der für einen Undercover-Cop gehalten wird 😂😂 someone should write *that* fic 😄
...und Vivienne hat immer noch Liebeskummer wegen Victor 🥺 könnt ihr dem Mädchen nicht im nächsten Band einen angemessenen Verehrer schreiben, der sie aufmuntert?
...und natürlich kommt es für Skinny am Ende wieder einmal nicht so wie gedacht und er steht da wie ein Trottel <3 wie könnte es auch anders sein <3
Sehr amüsantes Buch, habe es sehr genossen. Und da war imo definitiv eine Skinny/Bob Agenda im Hintergrund aktiv. Aber die Momente mit Cotta waren auch nicht ohne 👀
#drei fragezeichen#rocky beach crimes#der blutrote kondor#ddf spoiler#skinny norris#lys de kerk#kaj rambles#had a blast reading this#now i wanna reread mord unter palmen#again
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Covenant- Chapter 3
Summary: With the five year anniversary of the attack on New York approaching, Odin and Fury come to the agreement that an arranged marriage between Asgard and Earth would show good faith toward all future interactions. When Odin refuses Jane’s candidacy, Agent Coulson is tasked with finding a suitable wife for the prince of Asgard.
Pairing: Loki x OFC Claire
Warnings: mentions of hangovers, Loki being a classist dick, sexism, the patriarchy
Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51197938/chapters/129363727
Taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtiggerv2 @icytrickster17 @mysteriouslyfriedjellyfish @lokislilkitten @justjoanne242 @amlocked @ddmariegirl @mags-04-blog @sharris8 @meepycheep
30 days until the wedding
Claire’s first morning in Asgard dawned bright and beautiful, setting the sea below ablaze in glittering gold and silver. Fog rolled down the high mountains. Birds chirped gaily as the people below began to come to life.
Claire wasn’t awake to appreciate any of it.
Ragna, Claire’s new personal servant, was doing her best to awaken the future princess for the morning meal, but the future princess was proving to be a stubborn sleeper.
“My lady?” Ragna hovered in the doorway before stepping inside to open the curtains.
“Alexa...snooze…” Claire grumbled. She hadn’t even opened her eyes and the room was already spinning. She didn’t remember setting an alarm on her Alexa but the bitch wouldn’t shut up and her head was splitting.
“My lady?” Claire groaned loudly and turned away from the sound.
“Alexa- stop!” she pleaded with the digital assistant. Ragna retreated to the main room, drawing short when she came upon Kari polishing the floor.
“How does our lady fare?” Kari asked.
“It is difficult to say,” Ragna replied hesitantly. ��The lady seems reluctant to wake, but she keeps speaking to someone named Alexa?”
“Who is Alexa?” Kari wondered. Ragna shrugged. “Perhaps she is a friend of the lady’s from Midgard?”
“A friend whom she speaks to in bed?” Ragna asked, her tone scandalized.
“Perhaps the lady has...different tastes?” Kari suggested quietly, ducking her head when Ragna gaped at her.
“Do not speak of it, Kari!” she whispered harshly. “Our lady’s business is...well...it is not our place to speculate.”
“You would think they would have found a lady who desired the company of men.” Kari muttered as she scrubbed the floor.
“Kari!”
“Alexa, shut up!” Claire groaned as she stumbled into the room, one hand shielding her eyes from the intense sunlight. Keeping her eyes scrunched closed, Claire groaned and swept her hand through her wild hair before daring to open her burning eyes. “Jesus fuck!” she jumped when she saw the two women in front of her. “Um- hi.”
“Good morning, my lady,” Ragna curtsied. Kari shot to her feet, curtsying a second later. “How do you fare?”
“Um...fine I guess. Were you- were you in my bedroom?”
“I was, my lady,” Ragna replied. “I opened your curtains and tried to wake you but-”
“Wait, that was you?” Claire asked groggily as she massaged her temples. “I thought you were my Alexa,” she chuckled, clocking the confused look the two women shared. “Sorry for telling you to shut up.”
“It is forgotten. My lady,” Ragna asked delicately. “Who is Alexa?”
“Is she of Midgard?” Kari asked with grisly interest.
“Um...sort of?” Claire rolled her shoulders as she sat on the couch, wincing as the aching joints popped. “She’s a digital assistant.”
“’Digital’?” the women shared another look of confusion. “She helps with her hands?”
“Does that mean we are digital assistants?” the second woman cackled with glee.
“Not quite,” Claire laughed. “Alexa is uh...she’s not a person, she is a machine. She keeps track of calendars, grocery lists, plays music...that kind of thing.”
“She sounds very talented, this Alexa,” Ragna replied. “But you need not worry, my lady, for I shall be your new Alexa.”
“Sounds great,” Claire grinned. “Can you remind me of your names again please? I am terrible at remembering them.”
“Of course, my lady! This is Kari, your chambermaid,” Ragna introduced the second woman. “And I am Ragna, your personal servant. Are you prepared to begin your day?”
“Can I have a few minutes?” Claire asked. “Also, is there any chance you can take me to the kitchen so I can get some wine for my headache?”
“I certainly can, my lady, but I can also bring it here if you would prefer.”
“Oh god yes, that sounds so much better, thank you,” Claire groaned, cradling her head as it throbbed. “What am I supposed to do today?”
“Yes, of course,” Ragna nodded. “Kari, fetch our lady wine and water. Some bread to soothe her stomach as well.”
“Right away.” Kari jumped to obey the command, disappearing from the apartment without another word.
“Today, my lady is to meet with Her Majesty Queen Frigga and His Majesty Prince Loki to begin preparations for your nuptials. You shall also meet the ladies of the court, as they shall keep you company in your new life here. The seamstress wishes to return so that she may begin work upon your wedding gown. Lastly, the All-Father has made arrangements for your official announcement to the people this afternoon.”
“Didn’t I just get fitted for dresses yesterday?”
“You were, my lady, but that was for your daily wear, not your wedding gown,” Ragna offered an apologetic smile when Claire groaned. “Shall I help you bathe while we await the wine and bread?”
“Thank you, but I can bathe myself.”
“Of course, my lady. Shall I start the water for you?”
“Um...sure.”
In a matter of minutes, Claire sank into what had to be the fanciest bath of her life. The water was blissfully hot, steam rolling outward over the glossy smooth stones as she slumped comfortably on the stone bench. Claire took a sip of wine and sighed blissfully as her throbbing headache began finally to dull. As she soaked in the delightful heat, Claire enjoyed small bites of fresh warm bread and delectable creamy butter.
She could get used to this.
All too soon, she had to get ready to meet Frigga and Loki. Ragna helped her dress, lacing her into a light blue gown of the softest velvet. Claire sat at the vanity, watching in the mirror as her hair was dried and combed into submission. Claire would usually put her hair up to keep it out of her face, but as Ragna explained, only married women of Claire’s new rank were allowed to do so.
Once she was married, she would be required to always wear her hair up in some fashion.
Claire thought that was fucking stupid, but no one asked her.
As soon as she was deemed ready, Ragna escorted her from her apartment to another wing in the palace where she was to meet Frigga and Loki.
To Claire’s dismay, Loki was already there.
“Your Majesty.” Ragna curtsied to Loki as they approached.
“Good morning,” Loki greeted them politely. “I confess I am surprised to see you upright after last night.” he turned his emerald eyes on Claire. Claire rolled her eyes as the door in front of them opened.
“Good morning my darlings,” Frigga said cheerfully. “Come in, come in! We have much to discuss.” Frigga invited Claire and Loki in, gesturing for them to sit for tea. Claire and Loki both stepped forward, nearly colliding at the doorway. Loki gave her an irritated look before stepping back and gesturing for her to go first.
Ragna closed the door behind Loki, leaving Claire in the room with Frigga and Loki.
“Good morning, mother.” Loki greeted Frigga warmly. He did not greet Claire. Claire ignored the slight and choose to look around the room instead. Large glass windows made up one of the walls, positively glowing in the morning sun. Birds chirped merrily from their nests outside, occasionally casting distorted shadows on the cream colored walls when they took flight. Elegant chairs sat around a large round table laden with luxurious cloth and fancy china, complete with fancy cups and saucers with delicate floral patterns painted on them.
“Good morning. Now, to business,” Frigga gestured for tea to be served. A servant stepped from the corner to pour tea into the fine china teacups at their seats. “I couldn’t help but notice that the two of you got off to a bit of a rough start at supper yesterday,” Frigga cajoled the newly engaged couple. “I thought we would begin with a simple introduction to allow you to get to know each other. How are introductions done where you are from, Lady Claire?”
“Oh, uh,” Claire fidgeted slightly, feeling wildly out of her element in the dress she’d been shoved into. The material was plush and soft, but she longed for the clothes she’d brought from home. “The usual, you know, shaking hands, first name, last name…” Frigga smiled politely before looking at Loki expectantly. A look of annoyance flashed across Loki’s face before he extended his hand to her. Claire took it, giving him the same firm handshake she would anyone on Earth. His hands were different than she’d expected. Calloused and rough, but not unpleasantly so.
“Hello,” he purred in his smooth voice, his long fingers clasped around hers. “I am Loki...Odinson.”
“Hi,” she offered. “I’m Claire Fisher.”
“Fisher?” Loki gawked at her. He retracted his hand abruptly, glaring across the table at Frigga. “A peasant? Did you know about this?”
“Is there a problem?” Claire asked.
“Let me see if I fully understand this situation Odin has concocted. Not only am I to be forced to suffer through this farce of a marriage, I am expected to marry a PEASANT?!” Loki scoffed rudely.
“Excuse the fuck out of me, Your Majesty! Not all of us are born with silver spoons up our asses!” the servants in the room gasped at her profanity.
“How dare you; I am a prince of Asgard!”
“Tell you what; I can turn around and leave, and you can waltz your happy ass right back to prison. How’s that sound?” Loki scowled at Claire as she scolded him. How dare she shove her finger in his face! “OR you can grow the fuck up and work with me. This isn’t how I pictured my life working out, either, but I’m here, so do you maybe wanna change your fuckin’ attitude?”
No one had ever spoken to him like this. Even though he could feel the rage in him rising, he couldn’t help but respect the little (at least in comparison to him) mortal. She was bold, and clearly did not fear him.
“Please let me apologize,” Frigga hissed politely as she glared at Loki. “For my son and his atrocious behavior.” Claire huffed, ire still burning in her eyes. Deep blue eyes that Loki was annoyed to find appealing as she glared at him.
“No need,” she said diplomatically. She had already taken a shine to her future mother-in-law. “It’s not your fault he’s a spoiled brat.”
“I beg your pardon?” Loki scoffed. “Madam, perhaps things are different from whence you hail, but here it is customary that a prince should marry someone of standing; not some common waif who procures fish for a living!”
“What?!” Claire shrieked. “What about me has anything to do with fishing? I’ve never been fishing in my life!”
“Ha!” Loki barked a sarcastic laugh. “You are a talented liar, madam. I am almost impressed!”
“I believe I see the misunderstanding-” Frigga interjected before the pair could continue their argument. “Your culture widely uses surnames to differentiate between families. Our culture uses patronymics among the upper class; as a way of tracing one’s lineage. But among the lower castes, one’s surname often indicates their profession.”
“I see.”
“It is no matter,” Frigga said placidly, patting Claire’s hand comfortingly. “We shall simply present you with a patronymic instead of your surname. What was your fathers name, dear?”
“I don’t know,” Claire replied. Loki made a noise beside her and she glared at him. “What?”
“You cannot be presented as a fisher- it isn’t proper!” the prince complained.
“And if I knew my dad’s name, I’d give it! I’ve never even met the man.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.” Loki scoffed. Claire crumpled up her napkin and flicked it at him. The fabric napkin did not strike him as intended, as the jerk in question reached out to grab it before it could.
“Lady Claire, please,” Frigga held up her hands to silence the pair. “This is an unusual circumstance here in Asgard, but not unheard of. We can forego the patronymic and simply introduce you as Lady Claire of Midgard.”
“Works for me.”
“Wonderful,” Frigga smiled before clapping her hands together. “Now, I understand our emissary explained to you that you and Loki may not spend time alone until after you are wed. I have already planned a number of outings which will allow you to get to know each other prior to the ceremony, each with proper chaperones. And of course you will meet for official business as well.”
“Why is that? No offense but it seems kind of...antiquated.”
“It is a custom, meant to protect a young lady’s virtue.”
“Oh no worries, that ship sailed a while ago.” Claire chuckled.
“This must be a joke!” Loki hissed from beside her. “Mother, Odin cannot possibly be considering this-”
“I can hear you, you know! My lack of virginity doesn’t matter anyway!”
“It matters because if this were a proper marriage you would be pure, and if you were found to be anything but you would be shamed!”
“Oh like your virtue is lily white?! Please,” Claire scoffed. “Double standard much?”
“Let me be sure I understand correctly,” Loki’s chair screeched on the floor as he squared off with his intended. “You have zero societal standing, your parentage is questionable at best, and you are without virtue.” He counted her supposed misdeeds on his long fingers, meeting her furious gaze with a level smirk. “Have I missed anything?”
“Those are small potatoes,” Claire scowled. “I have more to offer than fulfilling outdated wish lists.”
“What is it exactly that you have to offer?” Loki’s condescending tone made her want to hit him. “Well?”
“I’m pretty good at punching assholes in the face,” she replied tersely. “Virginity is a stupid concept anyway; only men would be so arrogant as to think their dicks impact a woman’s worth!” Her lip curled in disgust as she raked a derogatory glance up and down his figure.
“That is quite enough!” Frigga scolded before Loki could respond. It was just as well, Odin likely would have thrown him back in his cell for what he would have said. “I can see navigating these cultural differences will prove difficult. However, we cannot let our tempers get the best of us,” She flashed a warning look at Loki before turning to Claire. “Lady Claire, you are new to Asgard, so I can respect that our way of things may cause some upset. However, as you are being inducted into the royal family, you must behave in a manner befitting that. Threatening to punch your future husband is decidedly not what one could consider to be well-behaved. You will apologize.” she gestured toward Loki, her tone warning Claire not to argue if she was smart.
“You’re kidding, right?” Claire never claimed to be smart. “I had to listen to all my supposed faults and I can’t be upset about it?”
“I would never discourage you to ignore such a slight,” Frigga looked pointedly at Loki before turning back to Claire. “Merely reconsider how you react to it. Part of your duties as princess royal will be to act as an example for the young ladies in the court. We must be dignified in all things.”
“I’d say my dignity is intact, and I’m not apologizing for sticking up for myself,” Claire shrugged, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her chair. “If it’s really that awful, feel free to rip up that treaty and send me back home.”
“Cultural disagreements are not a reason to invalidate the treaty between our realms. If it were, no arranged marriages would ever succeed,” Frigga replied, her tone icy. “Now, this presents an unusual dilemma we must account for. It cannot be changed, therefore we will not speak of it again. We will move forward as if nothing is amiss. This information does not leave this room, yes?”
“Fine.” Claire hissed. Loki shrugged, reluctantly straightening his posture when Frigga gave him a pointed look.
“Very well.” he muttered.
“Wonderful,” Frigga smiled at them. “We shall safeguard this secret as though our lives depend upon it. The two of you will be chaperoned at all times until you are wed, as per our laws and traditions. But I must stress upon you, especially you, Lady Claire, how detrimental this information could be should it ever come to light.”
“Even after we’re married?” Claire balked.
“Even after you are married,” Frigga confirmed. “The people of Asgard consider the virtue of their daughters sacrosanct. You will be held to the same standard even though you do not hail from this realm. It is your duty from now on to embody all the virtues that Asgard holds in highest regard.”
“Wonderful,” Claire muttered. “May I be excused?”
“You may. After an apology is made.” Frigga gave Claire The Look™, sending a shiver down Claire’s spine. She hadn’t seen The Look™ in over a decade, but it still made her palms begin to sweat. Still, she wasn’t about to budge. The dickhead would apologize first, or they’d be there for a while.
“I will if you will.” Claire said to Loki, looking at him expectantly.
“Surely you can’t be serious.”
“I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley,” The joke was out before Claire could reign it in. Both Asgardians looked at her blankly. Wrong crowd, Claire. “Never mind.”
“I will not-”
“Yes you will,” Frigga interrupted the prince. Claire felt a surge of smug satisfaction when Loki also received The Look™ from his mother. “Now.” The prince huffed indignantly at his mother, dismayed at being called to the carpet.
His jaw clenched, Loki turned to glare at his future wife. Never before had he met such a stubborn woman. Even now, she was unapologetic. It practically radiated from her in waves. She met his gaze without fear or flinching, and even had the gall to appear bored! She drew a deep breath and began to examine her black claws, the light in the room glinting off them as she turned her hand this way and that.
She would wait an eternity. Loki had spent five years in his cell doing nothing; he could wait until she grew old and died.
“I can do this all day.” She said, tucking one slim leg over the other. She was so smug in her satisfaction at having bested him. Loki tightened his grip on the arms of the chair he sat in, the material creaking under the strain. Claire’s gaze flickered down to his clenched hands before coming back up to his eyes. So she’d noticed. The corner of her mouth ticked up as they continued to glare at each other.
She was enjoying this! This slip of a woman deigned to play games with him? She had no idea who she was dealing with. What he wouldn’t give to choke the life from her.
“Enough!” Frigga set her tea cup down forcibly, making the fine china on the table tremble and breaking the tense silence in the room. “I would strongly advise you both to make your peace. Both of you have signed the agreement, invitations have been sent, preparations are underway. In one month you will marry and that is the end of it!” the queen sighed heavily, frustration clear in every line of her face as she massaged her temples. “We will take the day to collect ourselves, and try again tomorrow. You may go.”
Loki took off like a shot, practically running Ragna over as he bolted out the door. Her uncle was glaring daggers at Loki’s back as Claire left the room.
“I take it things didn’t go well?”
“You have no idea,” Claire groused. “Is it too early to get drunk?”
“Again?” Phil asked. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“No, but it’s a tempting one,” Claire grumbled as she watched Loki’s departing figure. “What an ass.”
“My lady,” Ragna spoke up. “The seamstress is waiting.”
“Okay, let’s go. See you later.” Claire tapped Phil’s arm as Ragna led her off.
~~~~
Claire’s second meeting with the seamstress went better than the first, as she only had to be manhandled once. The seamstress chattered happily as she worked, talking about fashions and fabrics and which lady caused a scandal eons ago and still can’t show her face.
“Does my lady have a preference for color?” she asked as she draped fabric this way and that over Claire’s body. “Have you chosen your official color yet?”
“My what?” Claire asked dumbly.
“Each member of the royal family has an official color, my lady, which no one else may wear. His Majesty Prince Thor prefers red, whereas His Majesty Prince Loki prefers green. The All-Father and All-Mother wear yellow and blue respectively,” the seamstress explained. “Perhaps something complimentary to His Majesty Prince Loki?”
“I do like green, but is that allowed?”
“As His Majesty’s intended, you are certainly within your rights to wear green if you desire. You may also choose to wear blue or yellow to honor your new parents, but never red.”
“That’s fine, I look better in cool colors anyway,” Claire said. “Blue I like, green I like, but purple is my favorite.”
“A splendid choice, my lady. I can create a beautiful purple gown for your wedding day,” the seamstress smiled. “I will begin working on a more complete wardrobe for you in your chosen color.”
~~~~
The minute the seamstress left, Ragna ushered Claire to the great hall for lunch and to meet the other young ladies of the court. Claire realized almost instantly this was going to suck.
She met at least six young women, all of whom were in fact much older (much, much older) than she was. Every single one of them claimed to love embroidery, abhor violence, and were as interesting as soggy paper.
Claire was losing her mind with boredom.
Across the great hall, Claire spotted a woman by herself. Tall, thin and dressed in armor, the woman was chugging a pint of mead. Claire decided on the spot she needed to be her friend.
“Excuse me,” Claire left the boring women in the dust and made her way over to the woman in armor. “Hi.” the woman peered at her just as she finished her pint.
“Another!” she called, smashing the tankard on the floor. “Forgive me, Lady Claire, I was parched. I am Lady Sif.” she dipped into a bow, clenched fist over her heart.
“No worries,” Claire grinned. “Nice to meet you.”
“And you, my lady. We certainly do need more female warriors here. Will you be joining us to train?”
“I would love to,” Claire’s grin bloomed into a delighted smile. “I’m not sure when I’ll be able to, with everything going on.”
“Of course, of course, you must be very busy,” Sif nodded. “Weddings are very consuming affairs.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” Claire snickered. “I can only imagine what I’ll be getting up to in the coming weeks.”
“Well, when you find yourself available, I hope you will come find me in the training yard. I am curious what a warrior from Midgard is capable of.”
“Hopefully I don’t disappoint.”
“I’m sure you won’t,” Sif smiled kindly. “After all, you impressed the All-Father. That isn’t so easily done,” she and Claire fell into companionable silence as her replacement mead was delivered. The other ladies Claire had left behind were still blathering on about needlepoint. “You’ll want to watch out for that one.” Sif warned, nodding toward the girl in the crown-like headband.
“Yrsa, right?” Claire guessed. They all looked like the same person, just in different shades of grey.
“Indeed, my lady. She is not so kind as she would have you believe.”
“What about the others?”
“The others I cannot say,” Sif replied. “As you’ve no doubt noticed, I do not subscribe to the same ideals as the other young ladies of court. I prefer to devote my time to defending my realm rather than embroidery.”
“Yeah, that sounds way more fun.” Sif chuckled as she finished her mead, clapping Claire on the arm.
“I must return, but I look forward to seeing you on the training field,” she said. “Best of luck with your…” a loud peal of girlish giggles erupted as Thor walked in. “New friends.”
“Yeah right,” Claire grimaced as the herd of women surrounded Thor to flirt with him. “Pretty sure I’m in hell.” Sif laughed heartily, clapping Claire on the arm again.
“That would be Helheim, my lady,” she corrected, both of them snickering as Thor disappeared in the swarm of women. “Don’t forget-”
“Sif! Where have you been?” Thor boomed as he walked toward them, having broken free of his admirers. “Sister! I see you have met Sif!”
“Hey Thor.”
“Can you join us on the training field? I would love to battle with you.”
“I would, but I have to stay here and gossip,” Claire smiled grimly. “Because embroidery is simply fascinating.”
“Pity,” Thor shook his head. “Loki would enjoy the chance to fight with you as well- at least, more than he has already.”
“Ha ha,” Claire said flatly. “Did he tell you he was class A dick?”
“He has not said anything, but he did not need to. Rumors abound already.” Thor waggled his eyebrows at her, his face breaking into a stupid grin.
“You’re kidding.”
“It is true, the servants hear everything,” Sif murmured. “News travels very fast here, Lady Claire.”
“Clearly,” Claire scoffed. “But he was a jerk and I stood up for myself, and I don’t feel guilty in the least.” Thor and Sif cackled like a pair of old crones.
“Well done,” Thor praised. “Loki needs someone to temper him,” he smacked a meaty paw against Sif’s and Claire’s biceps in sync, barely budging Sif but nearly making Claire fall. “We shall take our leave now, sister. Enjoy the rest of the afternoon.”
“Thanks, I’ll try.” Claire waved as they left the hall, leaving her behind with the cookie cutter girls.
~~~~
Across the palace, preparations were underway for the royal announcement. Wanting to include him as much as possible, Frigga had invited Phil to join in and offer insight. Frigga was determined to blend the traditions of Asgard with the traditions of Claire’s home as much as possible.
“Thank you for coming, Son of Coul. I trust your accommodations are to your liking?” Frigga asked.
“Yes, it’s very comfortable; thank you.” Phil replied.
“Excellent. Walk with me,” Frigga requested, nodding toward the open archway leading to a balcony as he began to walk. Phil followed after nonchalantly, his eyes widening at the beautiful scenery all around them as they stepped outside. Down on the streets below, banners had been hung to celebrate the occasion. A sea of people had already gathered, their excitement palpable. On the large balcony, servants scurried about to finalize preparations. “I would like to meet to discuss specifics for the wedding,” Frigga said as she adjusted a floral arrangement on the railing. “Forgive me, the announcement will take place very soon and things must look perfect. I assume you will be giving Lady Claire away in lieu of her father? You are her only living family, yes?”
“Yes, correct on both parts,” Phil said. “Her father has never been in her life, and her mother died when she was sixteen.”
“It’s tragic, to be orphaned so young. I must commend you for taking her in as you did; it was a noble thing.”
“That’s not necessary,” Phil chuckled. “I’ve always adored Claire; she’s such a vivacious girl. She was too young to be on her own.”
“That is true. Were you brother to her mother or her father?” Frigga asked.
“Neither,” Phil said. “We’re family by circumstance, not blood,” he smiled. “I’ve known her since she was born.”
“I am glad she had someone to care for her,” Frigga murmured. “I will do all I can to watch over her.”
“Thank you. That makes me feel better,” Phil did feel a sense of relief that the maternal woman would keep an eye on Claire.
“To be honest I’m not sure she needs it. She’s very sure of herself.” Frigga hummed in agreement, a wan smile curling her lips.
“She made that quite clear this morning,” Frigga chuckled. “I don’t believe I’ve yet met a young woman with the gall to stand up to Loki. Most fear him too greatly to risk antagonizing him and simply let him do as he pleases.” she barked a laugh as she recalled their intense stare down. “She will be a good match for him. She will surely meet him tit for tat; the Norns know he needs a strong woman to check his ego now and again.”
“Oh I’m sure she’ll have no problem with that,” Phil laughed. “She’s fierce when she needs to be. Her temper is not something to be taken lightly, I will say that.”
“What of this S.H.I.E.L.D. of yours; how is she involved in such business?” Frigga asked.
“She was one of our investigators,” Phil explained. “We constantly monitor for threats and when we find something we can’t explain, Claire and others like her are sent to find out what’s happening. Depending on what it is, investigators will either recommend the subject for further observation or subdue and contain it.” Frigga gaped at him with alarm.
“You will have to excuse my bewilderment,” she cleared her throat. “Female warriors are a rarity here in Asgard. Are there many in your company?”
“Of course. We take anyone willing to join. We actually monitor gifted children to see if they might be suitable for our training program. Claire has always been intelligent; once she came to live with me S.H.I.E.L.D. offered her the chance to test into the program and she was accepted.”
“What sort of things was she taught?” Frigga asked.
“We teach our students everything from combat to basic engineering but they are assigned different jobs based on their aptitude results. Claire was always very athletic and scored very well in combat and weapons training, so she was trained as a field agent before she went on to be an investigator.”
“And you would deem her a good warrior?”
“Without question, yes. She has been in the field since she graduated the program and has one of the highest success rates in her division.”
“I confess I am most curious to see how her skills will translate to her new role,” Frigga replied. “The people of Asgard do not need another warrior, you see.”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Phil said with an optimism he didn’t feel. He had the strange feeling that somewhere in the palace, Claire was causing a ruckus.
“In time I imagine she will flourish, yes,” Frigga nodded. “I am eager for her to take her place,” she added as Loki arrived, fully dressed in his armor and bearing a dour look on his face. “Ah, Loki! I wondered when you would arrive.”
“I am perfectly on time, Mother, as always,” Loki replied. Phil chuckled as Frigga began to fuss over Loki’s appearance. “Mother, please.”
“Hush,” Frigga clicked her tongue at him. “You must look your best.”
“I look fine.”
“My darling boy, ‘fine’ will not do,” Frigga argued. “This is your first appearance with your bride-to-be!”
“If she manages to arrive in time.” Loki said coolly as a commotion from the hallway caught everyone’s attention. Claire came rushing toward them, Ragna hot on her heels.
“I’m here, I’m here,” she said hurriedly as she reached them. She’d changed from the dress she’d worn earlier, now in shimmery rose gold with a floral kransen adorning the crown of her head. Loathe as he was to admit it, the gown suited her curves beautifully. “What are you looking at?” she hissed at Loki when his eyes raked across her figure. Loki huffed in amusement, shaking his head dismissively.
“Nothing,” he replied smoothly. “I thought perhaps you’d gotten lost.”
“So sorry to disappoint.” Claire muttered as Odin arrived, setting everything in motion.
“Son of Coul, if you please,” Frigga gestured for Phil to step aside. Like a dance, people moved seamlessly into place until Loki and Claire stood just inside the large doors waiting to be announced to the masses waiting outside. Claire was so nervous she thought she might throw up. This would be her first official public appearance as the princess-to-be and she wanted to make a good impression.
“Stop fidgeting, it’s distracting.” Loki hissed at her side.
“I can’t help it, I’m nervous!” Claire hissed back. Loki rolled his eyes. “I know you don’t give a shit, but you could at least have a better attitude. This is important; I need to make a good impression on these people.”
“In that case you would do better to stop shaking so much. You’re not a leaf.” Loki said dismissively.
“Thanks for the support, asshole,” Claire scoffed. “Can I at least hold onto your arm or something?”
“You’re quite welcome,” Loki shot back. “And no, you may not. I’ll not add your insecurity to the list of vexing activities I’ve had to endure today,” He sniped. Claire growled and forced her arm around his, looping it rigidly and tugging him toward her for a better grip. Loki growled back and pulled his arm back forcefully to no avail. “I loathe you, you irksome woman. I’d rather rot in my cell than suffer an eternity married to you.” He growled through clenched teeth.
“The feeling is mutual, prick. Maybe I’ll off myself out of spite just so you get a one-way trip back to the dungeons where you belong.” Claire hissed. Loki laughed harshly, towering over her.
“Oh, what a glorious day that would be. Allow me to help you once we’re alone.” The servant straightening the train of Claire’s dress gasped in shock, and Loki spared her an irreverent gaze.
“Enough!” Frigga scolded them sharply. “It’s time,” she said, pinning the engaged couple with a warning glare. “Open the doors.” Loki straightened his shoulders, his already remarkable height somehow growing.
“You shouldn’t slouch.” he had the audacity to say to Claire.
“And you shouldn’t talk to me.” she hissed back, glaring at him sharply when he stepped forward and pulled her off balance.
“My apologies, I thought you were ready,” he feigned concern, one of his large hands shooting out to grab her free arm to stabilize her. “I can appreciate your free spirit, but you’re meant to wear the shoes, not trip out of them.”
“Oh I’m sorry, how stupid of me! I thought they were for decoration,” Claire bent down and grabbed the shoe still on her foot and threw it at the annoying prince. “Say another word, I dare you.”
Looking equally disgusted and confused, Loki gawked at the shoe print on his chest plate before glaring up at her. No one had ever had the nerve to treat him this way. He was honestly speechless.
Two could play at her ridiculous game.
“Another word.” A delightful blaze of fury crossed his fiancee’s face as trumpets announced their cue to appear before the people. Behind them, Frigga rubbed her temples in frustration before stepping behind the couple to steer them apart with a firm hand on their shoulders.
“Remember to smile, darlings. This is the start of a joyous celebration and everyone is here to celebrate with you. You will behave,” she said, her voice honey sweet. “Or else,” her sweet sounding threat hung in the air between them. “Claire, dear, correct your posture, just like we practiced,” a servant scurried forward to collect Claire’s discarded shoes, offering to help her put them back on, stepping back when Claire shook her head. “Loki, I expect you to be nothing less than a perfect gentleman. Claire is new to this, you must help her. And for goodness’ sake, be mindful.”
“Yes Mother,” Loki’s jaw tightened. The roar of the crowd outside made Claire a little nervous. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention; her work with S.H.I.E.L.D. had taught her to blend in and be unnoticeable. “Shall we?” Loki offered her his arm, and Claire took it, steeling herself with a deep breath. She corrected her posture, standing tall with shoulders down and back as Frigga had taught her.
“I’m ready.” she replied, letting Loki take the lead and guide her out onto the terrace.
A wall of noise assaulted her ears as they came into view- cheers and screams of delight seeming to come from all directions.
“People of Asgard,” Odin announced, his voice echoing for all to hear. “We are gathered for a joyous announcement. My son, Prince Loki, is engaged to be wed!”
The people below erupted in cheers, making Claire laugh. How was this her life?
At the front of the crowds, Claire could see a group of young girls. Some clutched stuffed animals, some clutched each other, others still clutched their mothers. Deeper in the crowd, children sat atop their parents shoulders. The children gaped up at them in awe, cheering for what they thought was true love. Claire envied them for the blindness of youth they still had.
Several people waved as they cheered, and though Claire thought it strange, she waved back along with Loki.
“Lady Claire of Midgard has long labored for the good of the people of her homeland, and has graciously agreed to join our royal family to continue her work for the good of Asgard.” Odin announced, prompting another chorus of cheers.
“Laying it on a little thick, isn’t he?” Claire murmured to Loki.
“He means to make you look honorable, and desirable. You need the help,” Loki replied placidly, glancing down at her. “Remember to smile.” Claire plastered on a fake smile, pinching Loki’s arm between the plates of his armor.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” she hissed through her teeth.
“My mother bid me help you, and I’m doing just that.”
“Would you like to criticize anything else?” Claire huffed. “You’re not exactly being helpful.”
“Oh dear, will you tell on me to my mother?” Loki asked, looking away from the people he was waving to with a genuine grin. The peachy tone on her lips was rather fetching, now that he’d taken the time to notice it.
“If I thought it would help.”
“Goodness, I’m frightened,” Loki said sarcastically, enjoying the flare of anger her pursed lips betrayed.
“In one month’s time,” Odin announced from his place beside them, either unaware of their tiff or uncaring. “Lady Claire and my son shall wed, and Asgard will have its first princess in an age!” More cheers erupted from the streets below, nearly drowning out Loki’s request.
“Give me your hand.”
“No.”
“Woman-” Loki stopped himself, his lips pursing angrily before he fixed his intense gaze on her. “Give me your hand.”
“You want it, you grab it.” Claire wasn’t about to play nice when he’d been a jerkwad all day. Even if he did look really hot in the armor.
“Fine,” Loki muttered, his hand darting out to grab hers. His hand was warm as it clasped around her fingers, his other hand snaking around her waist to pull her toward him. Outwardly, it would have looked gentle, but annoyed as he was Loki pulled hard enough to nearly make her stumble into him. What the hell is he doing? “My lady.” Claire was utterly surprised when Loki cradled her hand like a precious gem and brought it to his lips. Her eyes widened when he pressed his lips to her knuckles. Claire’s stomach flipped like it was on a roller coaster, her cheeks growing warm as her breath caught in her throat. Oh what the hell is this? Loki’s eyes danced with mischief as he glanced up at her, as if he knew what he was doing to her. Butterflies took flight in her belly and Claire swallowed thickly, doing her best to stay calm despite her thundering heart when they were ushered back inside. Settle down, you idiot. You do not have feelings for this arrogant ass.
“Well done,” Frigga praised as they stepped inside. The doors were closed behind them and Loki released her. Claire’s eyes met his for a brief moment before she stepped away with shaky knees. What the fuck was wrong with her? Get it together you dumb bitch. Loki gave her a knowing grin and Claire’s stomach dropped. Damn it, he knows!
Claire beat a hasty retreat to the feast hall, not even waiting for Phil. Her cheeks burned and her stomach butterflies wouldn’t stop fluttering. She wasn’t about to stick around so Loki could pick on her. The smug bastard.
By the time everyone else arrived, Claire was on her second glass of wine. The chair to her left scraped against the stone floor and Loki settled beside her with annoying grace. Claire and Phil struck up conversation while he sulked in silence.
“Are you attempting for five this night?” Loki suddenly asked. Claire didn’t answer, her mind a jumble all over again. What the fuck was that-what the FUCK was that?!
“What the fuck was that?” she asked sharply, setting her empty goblet down with a pointed clink. Claire asked Loki, but she also asked herself. It wasn’t like her to have reactions like that.
“What was what?” Loki sighed.
“That,” Claire hissed. “Out there.”
“It’s called a kiss,” Loki rolled his eyes, signaling for a drink of his own. “I’d thought your planet uncivilized before, but honestly-”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Silence settled between them heavily as a servant filled their goblets. Claire was the first to move, allowing the sweet liquid to linger on her tongue.
“Have I upset you?” Something in Loki’s tone made Claire look up from her drink. To her surprise he looked genuinely unsettled. “Do you feel I took liberties?”
“No,” Claire shook her head and relief washed over Loki’s face. “I just wasn’t expecting it. Why did you-”
“At events like that, you play to the crowd,” Loki shrugged. “The people know our marriage is arranged, but rumors of true love abound to no end.”
“’True love’?” Claire scoffed. “People still believe in that garbage?” Loki shrugged. “Do you believe in it?”
“In true love?” he chuckled. “Certainly not. When I was a child, perhaps. Who doesn’t wish for someone to love them unconditionally? But it is a falsehood like everything else.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Claire tipped her goblet toward him before taking a sip. She hoped they served dinner soon; she needed food to catch up with her wine.
“How is it you managed to function today, if I may ask?” Loki peered at her over his goblet. “I don’t know many humans who could handle that much wine.”
“Do you think today was my first hangover?” Claire laughed. “I’ll have you know that I’m an expert at functioning when I feel like dying.” Loki huffed in amusement.
“Did you at least enjoy meeting the other ladies at court?”
“That’s one word for it,” Claire replied. “They’re obsessed with Thor. He showed up and they were practically falling over themselves to talk to him.”
“Typical,” Loki groused. “They have no shame.”
“They have no sense.” Loki laughed along with her, their eyes meeting as they enjoyed their private joke. Loki really was an attractive man, with those intense green eyes and sharp cheekbones. And soft lips.
Loki didn’t know what to make of Claire just yet. She baffled him at every turn, it seemed. She was mad at him for this and that, but the way she looked at him sometimes (like she was now) made Loki think she was mad because she wanted to kiss him. Or perhaps kill him.
Loki settled back into his seat, lifting his goblet to take a sip of wine as dinner was finally served.
He had plenty of time to figure her out.
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