#Sif learning that Asgard is gone?

[abby118]

There is one thing that I didn't quite understand about Loki in Thor 1 and that I don't think has been addressed enough. when she sent the "destroyer" to Midgard, I know she intended to stop the 3 sif warriors/ladies who even committed treason. she however was actually pushing herself to kill them. and he had even gone so far as to kill Thor. This seems extreme to me though since we know he loved Thor more than anyone else. and even though he had been abused by him and his friends for a tho

To start this off, let's focus on Heimdall - I think his treason didn't come as a surprise to Loki (it wouldn't be the first time after all, and that instance had happened under Odin's rule), though he might have hoped it wouldn't come so quick. Heimdall allowed the W3/Sif to pass and thus broke his oath to the throne. They were off to end Thor's banishment and bring him back to Asgard.

This is where Loki's plans start faling apart and I've seen someone in the fandom refer to it as him playing speed chess which I found rather fitting. He no longer has the time to think his decisions through the way it would be needed. Naturally, he opts for the action that would buy him the most time - stalling the W3/Sif/Thor and cutting off their access to Asgard. However, Heimdall attacks him and attempts to behead him. I believe Loki expected this as well; you can see that he came prepared. He used the Casket to freeze Heimdall and I take it as proof that he didn't aim to kill him. He could've used Gungnir but instead went for the relic he must've held significant resentment for, given that it is from Jotunheim. That wasn't a random choice.

In the meantime, the W3/Sif arrive to Midgard and find Thor.

Loki knew Thor would hear of his lies once reunited with his friends and he wasn't wrong. They told him the truth and were ready to take him back. Then, the Destroyer showed up and did what it was supposed to do - it stalled them.

Now, whether Loki was or wasn't trying to kill them is up for debate but he was certainly familiar with the extent of their abilities and knew they were no beginners. He had to send something that wouldn't be defeated easily. It worked up until Thor decided to intervene and the plans had to shift once again.

I don't think he wanted to kill Thor; he realised that despite everything, he did seem to change. He paused and took that into account but it wasn't enough to soothe the built up tension and hurt he felt. Yes, Thor did apologise but for once in his life, Loki wanted to be the winner.

He puts out the fire within the Destroyer but strikes him anyway. It did almost kill him and I do think would Thor have actually died, Loki would've regretted it later, once the chaos would've died down. Again, this has been brought up before, but we don't know how familiar he was with the degree of injury mortals can handle. That could've played a part. Thor becomes worthy and is able to wield Mjölnir again, which restores his powers and heals him. He defeats the Destroyer and eventually returns to Asgard.

I especially like the parallel between their situations. Both of them experienced their losses and were broken by what happened to them except for the fact that Thor regained what he'd lost whilst Loki kept falling further. I think it reflects their overall experience in life in which Thor is allowed to make mistakes and learn from them whilst Loki's attempts to prove himself, to equal, fall unseen because he was the spare, the tool to keep around would Thor need him.

[mochie85]

To Have and To Hold - Epilogue

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Summary: The story picks up twenty years after the last chapter. You struggle with the thought of your mortality compared to the rest of your family. A/N: Hopefully I've answered some questions Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 3.3K Tags/Warnings: Fluff, light angst Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

You opened the suitcase, searching for your favorite dress. The one that went down to the floor and had a deep V-neckline. “I can do that for you, your highness,” Leta said as she finished unpacking your other clothes into the dressers.

“That’s all right Leta. I can manage but thank you.”

“Perhaps, I can just draw you a bath before dinner tonight?” she offered. You took a grateful look at her and let out a breath.

“That would be wonderful, thank you!” you said relieved and appreciative. “You always know exactly what I need, Leta.”

“Yes, it’s a shame you don’t take me to Midgard with you,” she joked.

“You would only spoil me if I were to take you with us.”

“Oh, but it gets so boring when you and the family aren’t here,” she pouted. You only laughed, remembering all the times Leta had said that to you.

Once Loki’s sentence had been revoked and was welcomed back to earth, you had both settled in a modest house just on the borders of the compound. You were still able to work as an Avenger and were glad that you did not have to give up that part of your life. Loki decided to take on more diplomatic missions to ingratiate himself with the people of Midgard. As well as raise his standing with Asgard’s court.

However, you and Loki would take the children back to Asgard every summer and winter. So they can learn this part of their heritage as well. Training, fighting, diplomacy, etiquette. All of which the children greedily learned and adapted to.

“Speaking of the family, where is everyone else?” You turned to see Vallen, his one leg over the armrest of a chair. One hand on a book, the other holding a half-eaten apple. The light cascading in from the balcony made him look like the first time you held him. He still looked like a boy to you. The same baby boy that would come up to you and show you the frog he caught. Or the flower he picked out for your hair.

Now, with each passing year, he looks more and more like your brother Callum, tall and strong with the same protective instinct. He’s even more formidable when he would change to his natural Jotunn form. Just as menacing as Loki. And just as devastatingly handsome.

Twenty years had gone by so quickly. The days were long, but the years were short.

“Vali, honey. Where is your sister?” Vali looked up at you, tearing his gaze from the book he held. “I don’t know. She’s probably out with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.”

“Will you be a dear and go get her please,” you tasked. Vali tried to hide his minor annoyance, standing up and walking over to the balcony. He looked down, surveying the grounds, and found his twin in the midst of training against Fandral.

Vali put his hands against his mouth and yelled, “NAAAAARRRRVVVIIIIII!” Everyone froze at the sound of his deep voice. “Mother requests your presence!” he continued in a melodic tease. Vallen could see the annoyance in Minerva’s eyes as she gathered her weapons and made her way back into the palace.

Vali laughed, making his way back inside the room and settling himself once again on the chair, taking up his previous position.

“Really Vali?! That is no way for a prince to behave,” you said roughing up his hair.

“It was quicker this way.”

“You spend way too much time with your uncle.”

“Uncle Cal is practical. He would’ve done it too.”

“Yes, I know!”

Narvi burst through the doors, seeking out her brother. “Must you embarrass me in front of The Warrior’s Three?” She said laying her weapons down.

“Awe, you afraid you fumbled in front of Fandral?” He teased.

“You did that on purpose!” she threatened with a fist. Minerva was strong and fierce. She was small and often looked over. Which made her even more determined and unstoppable. She never let that bother her, using it as a tool against her opponent. With her long raven hair and cunning wit, you would never mistake her for anyone other than Loki’s daughter.

“Hold on, Narvi,” you told your daughter. “We had just arrived. Your grandparents haven’t seen either of you yet. Wait until after dinner to kill him, please.”

“Well, you might not have to wait any longer, child. I am here.” All three of you turned to see her majesty walk into your bed chambers.

“Nana!” both your kids stood and ran towards Frigga, hugging her tightly.

“Oh, my grandchildren are here! I am so happy.” She said hugging one with each arm. “Was that you I heard bellowing your sister’s name earlier?” she scolded Vali.

Vali had the sense to look embarrassed and scratched his head. “Sorry, Nan.”

“I apologize for not greeting you when you arrived. There were matters to attend to for tonight’s dinner.” Frigga said turning to you as you curtsied, “Your Highness.”

“Oh, darling, I’ve missed you,” Frigga said coming over to you and hugging you as well.

“I’ve missed you too.” You said as she engulfed you in her arms. “I hope you didn’t go through a lot of trouble for tonight’s dinner. I thought it would just be the family. I was surprised to see The Warrior’s Three here as well.”

“And don’t forget Thor and Love. They just arrived shortly before you did and are getting settled in too.”

“Love is here?” Narvi asked excitedly. She hurriedly gathered her things to her chambers and set off to find her cousin, grabbing Vali along with her.

“The castle might not be standing in the morning if all three cousins are here to cause mischief.” You whispered to Frigga, making her laugh.

“All right my dear, the reason why I’m here is to give you this.” Using her seidr, Frigga produced a velvet hat box in her hand. You recognized that box. It was the same one she gave you on your wedding day. The day you and Loki bound your souls and your lives together. No matter how short yours would be.

“Frigga…I…”

“Do you remember what you said to me when I first gave this to you?”

“Yes.”

“You said that it wouldn’t be right to keep it because…” Frigga choked up. The sob she had tried to damper, stuck in her throat. “…because…”

“…Such extravagance would be wasted on the small fleeting moment that is my life,” you finished.

“I understood what you were saying, darling. I do. But could you wear this for me tonight? This was meant for you. I’ve only kept it safe. For you.” Frigga opened the hat box carefully. You took a deep breath seeing the emerald and gold tiara sitting on a cushion inside the box. It was a halo of light and luxury. It was even more radiant than the first time you had seen it.

Frigga handed you the box to hold as she carefully took the tiara and placed it on your head. “My son has good taste.” She said looking at the tiara and then lifting your chin to give you a wink.

“Thank you, Mother.” You said trying not to cry.

“You look gorgeous, darling,” Loki said coming into the room. He was holding a large box in his hands wrapped in green silk.

“I’ll see both of you at dinner,” Frigga said, kissing you both goodbye and walking out into the hallway.

“Loki! Thank you, love. Are you done with your meeting?” you asked eyeing the box suspiciously.

“I am,” Loki answered your question, placing the box on your shared bed.

“What is that?” you said pointing to it.

“A gift. For you.”

“Why is everyone giving me gifts today? Oh no! Is today some holiday I’m not aware of?” you panicked.

“In a sense.” Loki laughed. “Every twenty years, the tree of Idunn bears fruit. It’s a rare occasion when it does. Sometimes the tree can go on for centuries without having born fruit because no one was willing to sacrifice a part of themselves.

“The Aesir of Asgard are born with a naturally long life span but every once in a while, we will grant the honor of our extended life to those who are willing to give their own flesh and blood for Asgard.”

Loki started to open the box in front of you. “Is that what’s in there? A golden apple?” you joked.

“No, darling It’s for you to wear tonight.” He laughed. He lifted the lid and pulled out a beautiful silk gown. You gasped at the elegance and design. The beautiful dark green pigment gave way to a sheen of gold when held in a certain way.

“Loki! I couldn’t possibly wear this tonight. It’s too special. It’s just a family dinner.”

“Violet! You are one of the most clever people I know. I’m sure you’ve deduced by now that tonight is more than just a family dinner.” Loki set the gown down on the bed, gently.

“Turn.” He ordered and you did so, looking back at him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you softly before caressing the skin under your shirt.

“Loki.” You chastised, biting his lip.

“Don’t worry, you naughty little thing, tonight is too important to get distracted.” He laughed lifting your shirt off your head and throwing it across the room. He reached for the buttons of your jeans next. Making quick work and helping you step out of them. He helped you get into the dress. The soft coolness of the fabric sends goosebumps up your skin.

Loki smiled as he twirled you around, the dress catching the light and reflecting greens and golds off the sway of the fabric.

“You are exquisite.” He said kissing you on your lips.

“Loki…” you breathed, trying to keep him focused.

“Right! As I was saying.” He continued, chuckling. “It takes twenty years for the tree to flower and produce fruit. The fruit comes from the sacrifice of a person’s blood or body. In ancient times, soldiers would come home, sometimes dismembered or injured from war, and they will offer up the piece of themselves they lost to the tree. The tree then uses that as nourishment to bear fruit. Each fruit is unique to the person who had offered their sacrifice. Once eaten, the fruit will grant a long life span. Just like the Aesir.”

You quickly turned to face him. Your eyes, disbelieving and shocked at what he was telling you. Does he mean that there was a way for you to extend your life?

“Yes. There is a way for you to extend your life.” Loki answered your thoughts. “It’s not that hard to see what’s going on in your mind, Violet.” He laughed. “I know we haven’t talked about this. I’ve tried, but you’re very sensitive about it.” He finished.

“I never wanted to talk about it because I didn’t want to think of a life where I would be parted from my family, and they would get to live centuries without me. Possibly forget me.” You said, on the brink of tears.

“Violet! I would never forget you. You are more than just a fleeting moment in my life. You are my life. My life would end the moment yours does too.” Loki declared kissing your hand and then your cheek.

“But I couldn’t help but think that way. On the other hand, if I were to live old and grey with you, each new connection I would make would seem like a blink of an eye to me. Is that how you see my life right now?”

“No, darling, I’ve had a wonderful life these past twenty years with you. I’d like to have more. Centuries even.”

“Loki, do you know what you’re asking of me?” You whispered, still trying to process all that he has said.

“I do. I’m asking you to stay with me forever. With our children.”

“I would lose Callum.”

“He will always be your brother. You would never lose him.”

“But one day he will die. Centuries before I do.”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Vee. I can’t make that realization any easier. But that is what will happen.”

“And so will all of my other friends. Colleagues I’ve worked with.”

“Yes,” Loki said looking more and more defeated with every word you say. “I know you chose me twenty years ago. I’m asking you to choose me again.”

“But why now?”

“As I said. It’s rare for the tree to bear fruit. Twenty years ago, I had the forethought to water Idunn’s tree with the water from the twin’s birth. It was a long shot. I wasn’t sure it would work. At our wedding, you had expressed to my mother about your fleeting life. She came to me to tell me about it and I explained to her what I did.”

“You did that without telling me?”

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case it didn’t bear fruit, love. In case, the tree didn’t accept your sacrifice. They would’ve disposed of it all anyway. Why not offer it up to the tree?”

“And what exactly did I sacrifice?”

“You sacrificed me,” Loki answered without hesitation. “For the betterment of Asgard. You left thinking you weren’t enough. You left so that I may find a more suitable queen when it was you all along. You also sacrificed yourself. To produce the future heirs of the kingdom. All were worthy offerings to Idunn. So, when the blooms started sprouting three weeks ago, my mother contacted me and kept an eye on it. The tree bears a single fruit. And it is for you. If…you choose to eat it.”

You looked long and hard at Loki. Trying to find the answer in his eyes. “And if I choose not to eat it?”

“No one else can have it. It was made for you. It takes twenty years to grow for that reason, my love. To give the person time to think about what a long life could mean to them. But I know you’ve thought about it already.”

“But what happens to us, Loki? What happens to us if I decide not to take it? What happens to you?”

“You will live out your life naturally. And so will I.”

“You won’t age.”

“This is an illusion. You know that Vee. I can still grow old with you if that is what you wish.”

“But I will die sooner.”

“And I will follow you.”

“Loki, be serious.”

“I am! You are my life! I refuse to live a day in this universe where you are not part of it.” He embraced you tight, wrapping his arms around your back as you buried your face in his chest.

You heard the murmur in his chest as he started singing. A smooth whisper just for your ears, “If you should ever leave me. Though life would still go on, believe me. The world could show nothing to me. So what good would living do me? God only knows what I’d be without you,” Loki sang quietly in your ear, repeating one of your favorite songs that you’ve played for him, throughout your years.

You started crying in his arms. You’ve thought a lot about this. About whether or not you could extend your life. You had made peace with the fact that you would die sooner than the rest of your family. But to be presented with a solution- broke that peace you had. Everything was hanging by a fraying rope waiting to drop.

“I will spend the next forty years or forty centuries with you. It’s your choice, my love. Always your choice. I will gladly follow you to Valhalla either way.”

Dinner had been overwhelming. Everyone there knew what was about to take place, save your children. That is until Frigga pulled them to the side and explained what was happening.

Loki stayed by your side the entire evening. Ever willing and faithful to answer any of your concerns or to ground you from everyone else’s questions and prying.

You had smiled. You put on a face for people when they came up to you. “No one is more deserving of this than you,” Thor had told you.

“Thor, I- I’m sorry Jane couldn’t be here.” You started crying.

“Ah! Knowing Jane, she would’ve tackled that fruit out of your hands. Not to eat it, but to dissect it and find out what gives it its ‘life-extending’ properties.” You both laughed.

“Would she have taken it?” you asked morbidly curious. “Would she have eaten the fruit?”

“No, I don’t think she would have,” Thor paused, looking at you decidedly. “Violet, I want you to remember, whatever reasons Jane had, they were her reasons. Not yours. She hasn’t lived your life. Nor you, hers. Make a decision that’s good for you. Do you understand?”

You nodded, smiling at the sound advice he gave you.

“It is time!” Odin’s voice boomed across the great hall, gathering everyone’s attention. He struck the ground with Gungnir and proceeded to walk out to the great gardens.

Everyone’s eyes were on you as they waited for you to proceed. Narvi and Vali came up to you and hugged one arm each as Narvi placed her head on your shoulders. You intertwined your fingers with theirs and followed Odin out.

Odin stood in front of what looked like an old oak tree. Its gnarly roots twisted and turned as the branches grew out and over. The leaves canopied the entire garden. There was a light that glowed from the tree, making it look almost golden.

And there! In the midst of dark green foliage, hung a single fruit. The bright color of the peach stood out. It was by far the prettiest and juiciest peach you had ever seen.

“Your favorite fruit,” Loki said amused, behind you. Vali kissed you on your forehead. Narvi gave you a kiss on your cheek. And they both let go of your hands and stood back to where your friends and family waited, circling the tree.

Loki took your hand and walked with you towards the peach. “Daughter,” Odin said to you. “Idunn has deemed you worthy of granting your request. She has accepted your sacrifice.” Loki squeezed your hand causing you to look up at him. He gave you a short smile, telling you it was going to be ok. “As the head of the Æsir, The king of all Nine Realms, and the Father to All, I am happy to offer you the fruit that bears on her tree.”

“And if I choose not to take it?” you asked Odin.

“The fruit can only be harvested by your hands. It will wither and die from anyone else’s touch. If you choose not to partake in it. I ask that you bury it back into the ground near the tree so that the life-giving essence it holds will be preserved and can be given again to someone in the future.”

You nodded your understanding and walked towards the fruit. The peach was large, barely fitting the size of your hand. The fuzz of the fruit tickled and invited you. The beautiful colors swirled in a kaleidoscope of orange and pink. You pulled it down easy enough and were relieved to find that the fruit had not decayed in your hands.

It really is meant for me. You took a look at your friends and family. All watching with eager breath. The last person your eyes landed on was Loki.

He looked just as handsome as he did twenty years ago. There were some fine lines and gray hairs. All of which you loved about him. Each line represented the years in which you both spent time with each other. “Whatever you decided, my love,” he whispered so that only you could hear.

And with that, you took the first bite to the start of your long life.

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LS2 episode 5 thoughts✨

The conversation Loki had with O.B. first concluded in Loki finding his "why" in order to control the time slipping. And, once he knew that and realized he needs everyone's temporal aura, where does he timeslip to? Back to Mobius. That's a sweet detail, and, similar to episode 1, reveals Loki's trust for this character. Even when Mobius doesn't remember him, Loki still believes in him. And in everything he was told back at the TVA, including the way he describe a jet-ski: "a beautiful union of form and function". Another detail that melted my fool heart was the way Loki laughed after Mobius's (or Don's, but I'm not calling him that) words: "Or did you follow me home?". They are precious.

"You saw something in me that I hadn't seen in myself". That says so much. It reminisces all those times in season 1 when Mobius was by Loki's side:

"A villain" "That's not how I see it".

"You can be whatever, whoever you wanna be. Even someone good. I mean just in case anyone ever told you different".

And we can see Loki learning how to trust, how to care. For his character, this is great development. He's not the same Loki that invaded New York blinded by pain and revenge. He's returning to himself and by doing so, he's returning to what truly matters to him. His friends, his found family. All those timelines he feels burdened to protect.

"It's not about when, where, or why. It's about who." EXACTLY. The other variables are unimportant if they're not in the hands of the right person. And, after the heartbreaking moments in which Loki is the only one left standing after everything falls apart in front of him, I think he understands that. To quote Tom Hiddleston himself: "He learns what heroicism really looks like." And this "who" goes both ways: who rewrites the story, and FOR WHO this is done.

"I can rewrite the story."

That line is epic! It shows the power he always had and can finally access. It puts the concept of free will in another light: it's THE story, not MY story. Also, how far back can this go? At the end of the episode, we see Loki back with O.B back when the Loom was stable. That's the point he chose, for everyone else, not only for himself. At this point, he could have gone back to Asgard, back to New York. Win it all, be king. But that's not his glorious purpose anymore. He's finally seeing what Mobius saw in him, even Thor, some time ago ("Loki, I thought the world of you."). And there was a lot of talk about stories, writing and rewriting them. That's sooo similar to the comic where Loki becomes the God of Stories!! Like, this is actually happening!

"They didn't get a choice in this".

I think this is an extremely interesting conversation he had with Sylvie, in which you can see both of their points, none entirely right. For Sylvie, free will is something left untouched. No intervention, ever, just moments and paths in a disarray only the one who takes them can know them truly. For Loki, it's more of a choice. Yes, we take our own path, but sometimes we're given a choice. There is no bad or right in this game, only choices. By giving everyone a glance at the TVA, Loki realises that. What if they want that life instead of the one they already have? They wouldn't know, if not given the choice.

"I want my friends back. I don't wanna be alone"

Okay, that hurt. In the time cell in episode 1, we remember Sif repeating the same thing over and over again to Loki "I hope you know that you are meant to be alone and you always will be." This says a lot about Loki's fears, and being alone is one of his biggest. But that's the thing, he found these people, he's not alone anymore! So of course it is extremely hard for him to just...give this up? It's not the first time he faces Casey and Mobius (Don?) not knowing him. His reaction "Not again" shows how scary this is, and we can obviously deduce that from the first episode. Not only everything is at risk of just disappearing into a void after the Loom explosion, when they are still there, still living, they don't remember him. Yet Loki finds a way to steady himself, and find everyone in all this mess.

But also, I don't think that wanting your friends back is something selfish, as Sylvie said. After going through different views over the same thing: "I want to stop He Who Remains" to "I want the TVA back" to finally Loki admiting that he wants his friends back, this is a matter that concerns many people, not just one. Besides, he did say that after all of it is done, they can return to their timelines as they never left. That doesn't sound really selfish to me. In fact, it reminds me of something Vision said to Wanda a whole ago: "What is grief, if not love persevering?". Then not wanting to be alone is a lack, a void persevering and waiting to be filled. And if that implies saving the Multiverse as well, then so be it (but that is definitely NOT the only reason Loki does all of this. He wants, and now can, rewrite the story for the better. For everyone, not only for himself.)

As of episode 5: Science/Fiction Loki is one of the most powerful beings in the entire MCU. Being able to travel back at any given point in time and space just by willing it into existence isn't a small thing. This, I believe, is something we deserve to see Loki in control of. Maybe it sounds a little too much to say that the whole fate of Marvel is in his hands now, but...it kinda is, isn't it? If not for Loki, we'd face the same disappearance as in Infinity War, only 100% now, not only 50.

I have been waiting and theorising for a long time that Loki will become the God of Stories. The fact that we might see it in less than a week is...something.

Also judging by the posters (which show different outfits from different times) there's a new suit we'll see him in on screen, and I can't wait!

Thanks for reading <3

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Big Brother?: Big Brother Loki x little sister reader.

Age 10: reader Chan is Loki's biological little sister.

Laufey sends her to Earth because he didn't want her anymore and deemed her weak. She looks exactly like her big brother Loki (she wears kid Sylvie’s outfit but with fingerless gloves and the gold parts are silver.) and unlike her brother Reader Chan is very young and is a very sweet girl when you get to know her.

This takes place after Age of Ultron.

Odin has Loki stay on Earth so he can learn how to do good.

Sif is not pleasant, Oh and Laufey and Peitro survived and once again Civil war never happened.

King Laufey of Jotunheim stands in front of a portal that leads to Midgard holding a frost giant girl about ten years old in his arm. Glaring disgustedly at the small girl he said in a harsh whisper "I have no use for a weak child." He said coldly to his own daughter who has terror in her voice "D... Dad?" The girl whimpered as Laufey glares hatefully "DON'T CALL ME THAT EVER AGAIN." He yells to the girl who shakes in fear "Goodbye Y/N." he said throwing his daughter (more like yeeting) into the portal.

On Earth.

Bruce Banner and Tony Stark are in the lab.

Tony making blue prints and Bruce trying to figure out how Peter makes his web fluids "How does Peter do it?" Bruce asked his science bro who is also curious.

At Peter's apartment: he is sick BTW.

"Achoo. Is someone talking about me?"

Peter asked blowing his red nose.

Back at the the tower:

As the two are about to call the young friendly neighborhood hero a bright light stops them.

They turn to see some sort of portal open up confused they go over to the portal until something slams into Tony.

Tony looks down to see "A kid?" He asked Bruce is also surprised by the surprise guest "We better get her to the medical bay, she's freezing! The poor kids skin is blue." Tony said grabbing a spare lab coat, swaddled the kid in it and ran to the medical bay while Bruce ran to get the others.

As Tony ran to the medical bay he heard the girl whimpering "Hey it's going to be ok sweetie!" He told the girl as he entered the closes room and laid the girl down in the bed "Dad... I'm sorry. I... I'll try to do better." The girl whimpered Tony could only look shocked at the girl but it disappeared when Bruce and the others entered the room.

Bruce hooked the girl to the machines in the room and asked Friday to turn up the heat.

Everyone began circling the girl in the bed.

Everyone couldn't help but stare in curiosity at the girl.

She had dark H/L hair and wore some really strange clothing that reminded them of Loki's clothes but with silver.

"She's so tiny." Wanda said "The poor kids so cold she's gone blue." Peitro said gesturing to the shivering Child "MY FRIENDS. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Thor boomed in his loud voice making the poor girl jump in terror. Everyone (except Thor and Loki) was shocked to see that the girls eyes were completely red "This kid isn't human." Clint said "What's going on my friends?" Thor asked until he saw the girl "My friends why is there a frost giant child in here?" Thor asked trying not to yell however Loki roughly picked the young frost giant up from the bed and held her roughly about to yell at the clearly scared frost giant child who was now shaking but when Loki's hands touched the girls waist they saw that the blue skin started turning into the same complexion as Loki, her ruby red eyes turned emerald green but her hair was the same black color, all in all the kid looked like a mini female version of Loki but her face had softer features that made her adorable "You are... like me." He said looking the young girl up and down "The kid looks exactly like reindeer games." Tony said looking between the god of mischief and the young girl "Your my big brother?" The young girl asked poking Loki's cheek in curiosity "We have to take the girl to Asgard to show mother and father." Thor said in surprise looking at the girl "My name is Y/N by the way. Y/N Laufeydottir. Well I'm no longer Laufey's daughter since he cast me out of Jotunheim." Y/N said opening her mind making Wanda gasp as tears run down her face "She is telling the truth." She said hugging Y/N making her hug her back Loki was in rage by his biological father's actions he just threw this innocent little girl away like she was nothing "I want to kill Laufey." Loki said as it began to snow until Thor placed his hand on his shoulder and Y/N's small arms wrapped around his neck.

Loki's eyes shoot open wide from the small embrace from the young girl.

He felt protective of her "I can do a DNA test to see if you are siblings." Tony said earning nodes from the team "We should." Thor said wanting to be sure if Y/N was Loki's little sister.

After getting some hair from Y/N and Loki.

Tony put the strands into the DNA scanner and waited for results to print.

After waiting the results finally printed as a 100% match "You are my sister." Loki said looking you up and down "Let us be off brother and sister." Thor said taking you in his arms making you laugh "Don't drop her you fool." Loki said as Thor called for Himdal.

In Asgard

The all father and all mother couldn't believe what they were seeing.

You a young girl that looked like their adopted son but younger and female.

Their boys explained to them of your situation and that you are Loki's biological sister.

They made their way down still looking at you and you looking at them in curiosity.

As they stand in front of you Odin places his hand on your head with Friga doing the same.

Upon this gesture you smiled a sweet innocent smile making the all father and mother smile back as they can see Loki in his younger days within you "I see no reason why she can't stay here." Odin said making you happy "We shall throw a feast to celebrate the newest princess of Asgard tonight." Odin said while Frigga can only have tears of joy on having another child to teach magic "Come daughter, we shall get you fitted for an outfit for tonight." Frigga said taking your small hand in hers "Alright mum." You said with a smile already accepting the all father and mother as your new parents making Frigga fight back tears.

Later at night:

you happily did a turn for Odin and Frigga in your new outfit for the feast,

It looked just like Loki's but with silver armor, a silver circlet with small bendy horns and instead of trousers you had on leggings.

They clapped happily at how much you looked like Loki "Come daughter the feast is starting soon." Odin said taking your left hand while Frigga took your right hand and all of you walked towards the feast.

You sit in between Frigga and Loki as Odin gives his speech to welcome you into Asgard while a servants serves everyone ale or cider.

Once the glasses are full Odin raises his "Tonight we honor Y/N Laufeydottir now known as Y/N Odinsdottir. Mine's and Frigga's new daughter and your new princess." As he says this he lifts the glass higher and bellows "LONG LIVE PRINCESS Y/N OF ASGARD." He yells "LONG LIVE PRINCESS Y/N OF ASGARD." Frigga, Loki, Thor and the people of Asgard yelled back then drank their drinks.

You and your big brothers are getting food from the feast when you saw three men and a woman walked towards you "So this is the new princess?" A man with a full beard like your new father asked "I bet she's like her brother." The woman said spitefully "Sif! Please she is just a child." Thor said in a protective manner while Loki pulled you behind him "Ohh please. She's already got you wrapped around her little finger." She said pointing her weapon at you making you clinch to Loki's cape "Sif stop it! She's only a child." A man with short blond hair and a beard with a mustache said "Ai Sif! What's gotten into you tonight?" A man with black hair asked Sif making her angry "AM I THE ONLY ONE THINKING THAT THIS LITTLE BRAT COULD BE LYING ABOUT HER FATHER!?" Sif yelled in rage "She is no doubt like Loki, one day she will turn her back on us and betray us all." She said earning the attention of everyone making people whisper but everyone gave Sif death glares "She calls herself a warrior?" A woman said "She's ruining the new princesses night." A man said.

Soon people began calling Sif out "Sif, in all my years of letting you get away with how you've treated Loki tonight you just proved that you have been abusing your power as a warrior." Odin said walking up behind you with Frigga in tow with disapproval in her motherly eyes as she places a hand on your head.

To make this short Sif was taken out of the party by guards and she was put in the dungeon for the rest of the night for pulling a weapon at you and saying stuff you aren't supposed to repeat and the feast went on with out interruptions until you started feeling sleepy "Dear I think it's someone's bedtime." Frigga said pointing to you "we'll take her to bed mother and father." Thor said picking you up making the all father and mother smile "Good night daughter." They said together as they each give you a kiss on the head "Goodnight Mom and Dad." You said as Loki and Thor walked out of the hall feeling exhausted themselves.

Thor gently puts you down so you could change into PJs "goodnight big brothers." You said as they smiled and closed the door.

After the party everyone retired for the night at 1:00 in the morning dual to it starting to rain and thunder causing you to wake up in fear.

Your now clutching your stuffed fox that your new parents gifted you after you arrived in Asgard but even that didn't calm you from the booms of the thunder so you decided to go to Loki's room (hearing from him that Thor snores like Surtur.) as your walking down the corridors the thunder booms again making you sprint and barge into Loki's room onto his bed causing him to make an oomph sound "Y/N, What's the matter?" He asked as a thunderbolt crashed down making you curl up into him "Ohh." He said seeing that your afraid of thunder "Shh it's alright little one." He said kissing your head as both of you cuddle unaware that Odin, Frigga and Thor are at the door seeing the whole thing "He really has changed since his temporary banishment to Midgard." Odin whispered proudly while Frigga gave him a smile "I'm proud of you brother." Thor said seeing his two little siblings sleeping peacefully.

Since the male version is popular I decided to do a female version of the story.

[the-broken-truth]

Hello friend! How are you? Are you making Yandere letters?! How awesome!! I want to request a Yandere letter too but from our Mighty Bear AU, for now I would like a Kratos Yandere letter to Björn that he receives when he’s in Asgard with his adoptive family. Björn decides to read what’s in the letter but when he finishes he’s like “HAHAHAHAHA F*CK U!” and he burns the letter with an annoyed smile in his face.

Broken Truth (Reading a Nordic Scroll before looking up at the ask, then back at the scroll): Björn getting a letter from Kratos while he is in Asgard? How would it even get there? Revna could take it to him - considering Kratos doesn't know who Revna really is. (Waves tail) Let the words weave together!

Björn was seated on a sofa in front of a fireplace, feeling the warmth radiating from the pit that filled the room with light and comfort. His clawed hands were holding a tome, and his golden eyes scanned through the written words on the pages. Lord Heimdall had given him the task of learning everything he could about the Asgardians and their way of life. Having made a name for himself in Asgard, Heimdall wanted the Bear Cub to be well-versed in the Asgardian hierarchy. Surprisingly, Björn knew his place as someone below Heimdall, even though Thor had taken him as his kin after losing his own sons Magni and Modi and his brother Baldur. Heimdall wanted Björn to be all he could be in Asgard, and he knew that knowledge was power, which is why he gave him books to read.

Björn looked up from his book as his mother Sif and twin sister Revna entered the living room. Sif kissed Björn on the forehead before allowing him to continue studying. Revna, known as the Wise Raven of Asgard, sat next to him. Despite her vast knowledge, Björn respected her just as much as she respected him. She handed him a folded letter from her satchel without a word. Björn looked confused at first, but as soon as he began reading, he understood why Revna looked uninterested. The letter contained news that left him stunned.

Boy,

I hope this letter finds its way into your claws, I was certain to give it to the girl known as Revna since she seems to know where you are all the time. I would have given the letter to Atreus to hand to you but I understand from what he has shared with me during his time in Asgard, that you avoid him as if he is the personification of death itself; I shall assume that you have not forgiven him nor I for what we have done in that past but you must understand that your anger, your rage, towards your brother and I are completely misplaced. We were only trying to make you see the error of your ways by making bonds and blood ties with the Sons and Brother of Thor; why would you make them your 'brothers' when already had a blood brother in Atreus - the one whom you shared a womb within the belly of your one and only more - Faye.

When you were born moments after Atreus, you mirrored Faye to perfection even though you were her son; now that I think of it, that girl to whom I had delivered this letter to you also looks like Faye, almost a spitting image. It is quite chilling considering that she has no links to her or even you, correct? I digress, I am getting distracted from the reason I am contacting you: You are to come home at once the next time Atreus returns here. This game you are playing has gone on long enough and we are sick of it, Björn - you are one of us, not them. You have the blood of a Greek God and a Jotunn and, I am sure that you know, the Jotunn are enemies to the Asgardians; especially Thor, who hunted down all of them but only missed your mother since she was able to defeat him in battle. How can you really call yourself Faye's son when you are calling her mortal enemy 'Father'? Get this through your head, Boy; you are not an Asgardian and you never will be. The only reason you are there is because they believe the Blood Contact you did with their lost spawn means that a piece of them still exists within you but we both know that is mere fantasy.

Stop this game and return home. You are not meant to be a warrior and you shall never be what you desire. Accept what you are and allow us to defend you as Faye would have wanted.

Until Then, ~ Your Father, Kratos

Björn looked at the letter for a while before looking at Revna with an expression that matched her own; they held their eyes together for a good minute as if they were having a silent conversation before they started bursting out with laughter as if they were jackals.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I needed a good laugh." Björn said as he balled the letter up between his clawed hand and threw it into the flames, watching the burn away the Ghost of Sparta's Words, "Your delusion is that I would actually believe your words, Ghost. FUck you and your words." He said before picking up his tome once again and continued reading with the smile remaining on his face.

[ladysifwarriorborn]

"Sif, have you ever gone trick or treating before?"--@deafarcher

"T'is not an Asgardian custom. But our children are eager to learn Midgardian ways, and have embraced this tradition on New Asgard. I feel obligated to participate." She came out to show her costume to Clint.

"So, is this 'Xena, warrior princess' an appropriate choice?"

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Thor: Part Six

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Right behind the creature are armies of Jotuns ready to kill the Asgardians. You have no confidence that you'll come out of this alive, so you literally don't know what to do. You have the ability to fly away and separate yourself from the danger, but you're not the kind of person to leave your teammates behind despite not knowing them for very long. Right before they reach you, you hear a deafening road right above you. The sky opens up, letting the Bifrost blast down to right behind you. When the rainbow bridge is gone, Odin is there on a horse with Gungnir in his hands.

"Father! We'll finish them together!" Thor says with a bright smile.

"Silence!"

His voice booms as he strikes Grungnir on the ground, causing the Frost Giants to cower backward in fear. Laufey uses his powers to get to Odin's level to talk to him while your team is left on the ground below. Both Laufey and Odin look unsure of what is about to happen next, and the blue creature sizes up Odin. He can tell Odin is not the foe he once was--he's matured. Something that Thor still needs to learn.

"Allfather, you look weary," Laufey says calmly.

"Laufey. End this now."

"Your boy sought this out."

"You're right. These are the actions of a boy. Treat them as such. You and I can end this here and now before there's further bloodshed."

"We are beyond diplomacy now, Allfather. He'll get what he came for--war and death."

"So be it."

Without warning, Laufey swings an ice blade at Odin, but the Asgardian King is quicker. Odin brings down Gungnir to the ice below him. Laufey and the rest of the Frost Giants are blown back by the wave of energy radiating from the spear. The other Frost Giants turn tail and run knowing that they won't beat Odin. Thor watches them flee with delight shining in his eyes. You should have never come here in the first place.

Odin raises Grungnir and the Bifrost opens at his command. Every single Asgardian, including you, gets transported off the icy planet and back to the golden one. As soon as everyone is in the Observatory, the Bifrost closes. The air is thick with tension as Odin determines how to punish his son for what he did. Odin looks scary enough as it is, but he's beyond pissed which only puts you more on edge. You back up in fear, almost knocking into Loki.

You don't know what he'll do to you since you're already on his bad side.

"Why did you bring us back?" Thor demands.

"Do you realize what you've done? What you started?"

"I was protecting my home!"

"You cannot protect your friends. How can you hope to protect a kingdom?" Odin turns to the other warriors who fought alongside you. "Get him to the healing room!"

Sif, Volstagg, and Hogun help Fandral out of the Observatory since he got injured in battle.

"There won't be a kingdom to protect if you're afraid to act!" Thor says once you're alone. Odin stares at him as if he can't believe his own son would talk to him this way. "Whatever the cost, the world must know that the new King of Asgard will not be held in contempt."

"That's pride and vanity that talks! Not leadership! Have you forgotten everything I've taught you?"

"While you wait and be patient, the Nine Realms laugh at us! The old ways are done. You'd stand giving speeches while Asgard falls!"

"You're a vain, greedy, cruel boy!" Odin yells.

"And you are an old man and a fool!"

The whole world seems to stop at Thor's words. Odin falls quiet as he thinks about what to do next. You and Loki stand off to the side in complete silence, too scared to speak for very different reasons.

"A fool, yes," Odin says with a certain calmness that makes you uneasy. "I was a fool to think you were ready."

"Father--"

Odin turns to his younger son and gives him a look that stops Loki in his tracks.

"Thor Odinson, you have betrayed the express command of your King. Through your arrogance and stupidity, you have opened these peaceful Realms and innocent lives to the horrors of war."

The Allfather plunges Grungnir into the Observatory's control panel, the same control panel that Heimdall used when you first got here. As soon as he turns it, the Bifrost opens to a place you don't know of yet. This could be your chance to get the hell out of here. You're not sure where the other end of the portal leads, but you can always figure out the details later.

"You are unworthy of this Realm, unworthy of your title, and unworthy of the loved ones you've betrayed. I hereby take from you your powers." As Odin is talking, he uses his powers to remove the armor from Thor's clothing, stripping him bare. He reaches out for the hammer, and it slams into his hand as if he owned it. "In the name of my father and of his father before, I cast you out!"

Lightning stems from Mjolnir and onto Thor, casting away the rest of his body armor. Odin thrusts Mjolnir before him, and with a crack of thunder, Thor is hurled backward into the open Bifrost. This is your chance to escape. You spring forward and rush to the Bifrost before it has a chance to close. Odin sees you running toward the open portal, and he's more than happy to get you out of his home. You jump through the portal in hopes that you're put back home.

Anywhere is better than Asgard.

Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.

The blinding lights of the rainbow bridge keep you from seeing where you're landing. You slam into the soft soil below with a loud noise, skidding a couple of yards away from the crash site. You groan and cough, your eyes fluttering open from pain. The first thing you see is an ugly van with a bunch of scientific shit on it. The next thing you see are two women and a man bending over Thor to see if he is okay.

You groan in pain as you sit up, realizing your injuries are worse than you thought. Your arm is broken, there are cuts all over your face (you can feel them stinging), and your legs are all cut up. You'll heal in time, so you don't worry about them too much. Thor isn't moving on the ground, so you have to get to him before something bad happens. Your vision is still a little blurry, so you're not quite sure what planet you're on just yet. Plenty of planets have cars and human-like figures.

"I think that was legally your fault," the darker-haired woman says.

"Get the first aid kit," the light-haired woman orders.

"We have another one over here!" the man says loudly to the two women.

"Thor!" you say with a strained voice. You pull yourself to your feet and hobble over to the ex-God. "Move!" You practically shove the brunette out of the way to inspect your friend. "Thor, wake up."

"Lady, your arm is broken. Are you okay?" the man asks.

You ignore him for the time being and slap Thor's cheek as hard as you can. Thor's eyes open wide as he lets out a startled gasp. You sigh in relief that your new friend isn't dead yet.

"Where are we?"

"Excuse me?"

"The planet. Where are we?"

"Earth."

"Son of a bitch," you curse and turn to Thor. "Come on, let me help you stand up."

Using you as a strong support system, Thor struggles to his feet. Your arm is still broken, so you have to use your good side to hold your enormous friend up. This isn't the first time you've been tossed around like this, and in fact, this isn't the worst kind of pain you have felt. Your arm may be broken, you may have scratches and cuts all over your body, and you may feel sore, but Markus has done worse to you which is why you're not taking it as hard as Thor is. Odin has stripped him of his power, so he is just a man now. You've been with these powers even with the torture you endured.

"Wow. Does he need CPR? Because I know CPR. Where did they come from?" the dark-haired woman asks.

"Are you two okay?"

"Hammer," Thor mutters, still out of it.

"Yeah, we can tell you're hammered. That's pretty obvious."

"No, did you see a hammer fall from the sky?" you ask

"Are you two on something? Weed? Crack? Heroin?"

"Erik... look at this."

The light-haired woman stares at the mark left by the Bifrost. The man named Erik joins her side to marvel at the phenomenon that they've never seen before. Amazed and excited, the woman hurriedly takes out a camera and snaps some photos of the runes. A breeze begins to blow them away.

"Darcy, grab a camera. We've gotta move fast before anything changes."

The dark-haired woman must be Darcy. Thor looks up at the sky, his vision still blurry from the fall.

"Jane, we need to get them to a hospital," Erik says to the light-haired woman.

Good, you now know all of their names. Jane kneels and quickly scoops up a soil sample in a canister to examine later.

"Look at them, they're fine."

"Her arm is broken and he doesn't seem in his right mind," Erik whispers to her, but you hear.

"Father! Heimdall! I know you can hear me! Open the bridge!" Thor yells to the sky, startling the trio. When he doesn't receive an answer, he turns to the trio with angry eyes, startling them. "Where am I?! Answer me!"

Darcy reaches into her fanny pack and removes something, but the lights on the car are too bright for you to see what it is.

"What Realm?! Alfheim? Nornheim?"

"Thor," you hiss quietly.

"Uh... New Mexico?"

Darcy raises the object in her hand at Thor, silently threatening him that she will use whatever it is on him. You shift to the right and see that it's a taser gun.

"You dare threaten Thor with so puny a--"

Darcy fires at him before you can stop her, the electrified wires shooting out of the taser. Thor convulses and falls to the ground, unconscious.

"What the fuck did you do?" you exclaim and rush over to Thor.

"What? He was freaking me out," Darcy shrugs.

"Next time, don't fucking taser him," you sigh.

With your alien strength, you heave Thor to his feet. He leans limp on your body as you drag him to the car. You don't know who these people are or what their intentions are, but they are taking you and Thor to the hospital. Your broken arm fucking hurts whenever Thor leans on it, but you fight through the pain.

"Jane, come on," Erik says.

Reluctantly, Jane joins the rest of her friends inside the SUV. Erik gets behind the wheel, Darcy takes the passenger seat, and Jane joins you and Thor in the back. It's pitch-black outside, so the only source of light is from the moon and eventually the street lights. Jane hasn't stopped staring at you since you got into her truck.

"Can I help you?" you ask Jane.

"Your skin. Are you healing?"

Your wounds must be healing right in front of her eyes. Though, through the darkness, she could be mistaken. The scratches on your face close up, the wounds on your legs slowly heal, and your broken arm tries to mend itself back together.

"You must be mistaken. I'm fine."

Erik races to the hospital, the car in complete silence. You try to ignore Jane who keeps staring at you as if you're a fucking alien. Well, you are, but she doesn't know that. By the time you get to the hospital, all the cuts on your face are healed, most of them on your leg are gone, and your arm is about halfway through healing. You hop out of the van and hear a sickening crack in your arm, and you look down to see it completely healed. You stretch your arm to get the blood flowing again and turn to Thor only to see Jane staring at you.

"Would you quit staring at me? How would you like it if there were eyes on you at all times?" you snap.

"Sorry," she whispers.

"Go get a fucking nurse."

She scrambles out of the van and jogs inside with Darcy to get a nurse. They come out with two of them and a gurney. The nurses work together to put Thor on the gurney while you, Dary, Jane, and Erik head inside to the receptionist to check in.

"Name?"

"Thor."

You turn to see Thor being wheeled to the back by people in white clothing. You narrow your eyes at the orderlies before turning back to the receptionist.

"T-H-O-R. Your relationship with him?"

"I've never met him before," Jane says first.

"Until she hit him with the car," Darcy quips.

"Grazed him, actually. She tasered him."

"Yes, I did."

"He's my friend," you say.

"Fill out these forms please."

The receptionist hands you a bunch of forms to fill out, and instead of making a scene, you take them and grab a pen. You're about to take a seat when Jane stops you.

"What are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You had cuts all over your face and legs, and now they're all healed."

"You must be seeing things. I'm fine."

"I know what I saw."

You have to give her credit where it's due. She is persistent, but that can be dangerous to certain people.

"Thank you for bringing us here, but I can take it from here."

"Jane, come on. We need to go," Erik says.

Jane has no choice but to listen to her friend. She, Erik, and Darcy start to leave the hospital when Jane looks back at you. You have forgotten the clipboard with the paperwork on one of the chairs, and you're heading back to see if you can't find Thor and get him the hell out of here. Jane turns around and watches you walk away. She notices your leg and her eyes widen at what she sees.

The gash that's on the back of your leg is mending right before her eyes. You don't realize the pants you're wearing are torn in the back. Your wound stitches back together as if it was never there in the first place.

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[puckwritesstuff]

What if... In the King Loki AU, Nari found out the truth about the invasion of the Jotuns? Nobody really questions about that time because Loki is a good king. And I imagine Loki asking him to keep it a secret for the family's sake, especially from his little sister Vali.

It's been a minute since I've written in this verse. I think there's a lot Loki would be struggling with by the time that this would become narratively appropriate, and I find the concept fascinating. >:)

Thank you for the ask!

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It was the middle of the night, and Nari knew that he shouldn’t have been going down to the weapons vault. But there was something inside his chest that was pulling him there, like someone had tied a string around his heart and was leading him by it. He carefully slipped past guards and servants— more guards than servants these days, ever since the calamity that caused half of Asgard to vanish into dust, including Nari’s mother, the queen. His father seemed to heighten security tenfold every fortnight, and spent more time locked up in his study than ever before.

He could hear footsteps approaching and hid in an alcove behind a tapestry. As the footsteps passed, he heard voices he recognized as his uncles Fandral and Volstagg, and his cousin Hogun.

“…brother says he’s been ready to return for over a decade,” Fandral hissed. “I don’t understand why he wouldn’t bring him home, especially with Sigyn gone.”

“Loki never learned what Odin’s intentions were with Thor,” Hogun said. “And after the havoc Hela brought with her, is it a wonder that he wouldn’t reach out to the man that almost caused yet another war? We had barely recovered by the time the calamity struck.”

“How did Theoric learn of Thor’s whereabouts?” Volstagg asked. “I thought travel to Midgard was forbidden.”

“Travel to Midgard from Asgard is,” Fandral said. “Vanaheim was never given that restriction. Thor is not the same man he once was. He has a wife and children, and he protects Midgard as well as Heimdall protects us. While she still lived, the Queen Mother herself said that Thor’s exile was never meant to be permanent.”

More footsteps approached and the three fell silent. Nari could hear a rotation of guards pass by. After they were out of earshot, Hogun spoke again.

“Fandral, you know Loki better than anyone still living,” he said. “But this kind of talk is why Sif is dead, and you know it.”

“I know, I know,” Fandral said. “But it’s because I know him this well that I brought this to you. My concern for him is great. My concern for Asgard is greater, if he continues to fall into himself like this. It’s getting to the point where he can no longer govern, and you both have seen that.”

There was a pause. Nari could feel the knots in his chest tightening.

“What should we do?” Hogun asked.

“Not here,” Fandral said. “In two days, we leave for Vanaheim with Theoric— my father’s fief has places for the kind of talk this leads to, far from the ears that would hear the worst of us.”

The three left and Nari exhaled. He left the alcove, and continued towards the vault.

Nari could feel a chill as he entered and looked around at the weapons stored there. The tug he had been feeling pulled him towards the Casket of Ancient Winters. He knew it to be an ancient Jotun artifact, why was it calling to the Crown Prince of Asgard?

He put a hand on it, and his skin turned blue.

He staggered back, his skin fading back to its normal color.

“What is this?” he breathed. “What curse could have done this?”

“It is no curse.”

Nari gasped, turning around to see his father descending the stairs into the vault.

“Or, rather,” Loki continued, “it is the most unbreakable curse— that of your true bloodline and heritage.”

Loki put a hand on the casket and his skin shifted to turn blue as well, lines etching themselves on his face. Nari drew his dagger.

“Sorcerer!” he said. “What have you done with my father?”

“I am your father,” Loki said. “This is who I have always been. King Loki of Asgard, son of King Laufey of Jotunheim.”

Nari shook his head. “No. No, that’s not…”

“Your mother wanted to wait until you were older,” Loki said, his skin shifting back to normal. “But I always knew you would learn for yourself.”

Nari’s grip on the dagger wavered.

“Mother knew?” he asked.

“Of course she did,” Loki said. “And there was nothing about it that made her love us any less.”

Loki put a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“She would want you to be proud of this,” he said.

Nari pulled himself away.

“Proud of what?” Nari asked. “You could have told me what I was from the beginning, why didn’t you?”

“You are my son,” Loki said. “My blood. I only wanted to protect you from the truth.”

“Because we are the monsters that parents tell their children about at night?” Nari sneered. He could feel his eyes burn.

Loki stepped back, hearing his son’s voice echo words that he had said himself not too long ago.

“No,” Loki said. “No, you are not a monster. You are a child, you are my son.”

“Does Váli know?” Nari asked.

“No,” Loki said. “And I would not have you tell her. She is even younger than you, allow her the innocence of youth.”

Nari looked back at the Casket.

“What happened?” Nari asked. “How did you become king, keeping this secret?”

Loki looked away, trying to decide how much to tell his son.

“Your Uncle Thor,” Loki started, “is brash, and vainglorious, and destructive. But he was first in line. A band of Jotuns attempted to steal the Casket on the day he was to be crowned, and the ceremony was delayed. Thor in his… wisdom, decided the best response to this was to start a war. Your grandfather disagreed. Thor was stripped of his titles and his power, to be exiled from Asgard. Soon after, due to the strain of these events, Father entered the Odin-sleep. I was the spare. And I was crowned king.”

“You never talk about Thor,” Nari said. “What happened to him, where is he?”

Loki paused, considering what he should tell Nari.

“I don’t know if he’s even alive,” Loki said. “With the calamity that was visited upon us five years ago, that took your mother from us… it seems likely that he might have been taken as well.”

Nari was about to ask another question, but stopped himself.

“If there is anything else you want to know, do not hesitate,” Loki said. “But these are painful memories, to Asgard and to me. Tread lightly, my son, on your poor father’s heart.”

Nari put away his knife and went to embrace his father.

“I’m sorry that happened,” Nari said. “You must miss him very much.” Loki paused at that. “I do.”

He kissed his son’s head and smiled.

“There are three things you should never doubt,” Loki said. “That I love you, that your mother loved you, and that you will be king. All that I do serves to secure your throne. It’s all I have left.”

Nari nodded. “I understand. I love you, too, Father.”

Loki hugged his son.

“Now, back to bed with you,” Loki said.

---

It was early the next morning. Heimdall was at his post as usual. And, as usual, he knew exactly who was coming down the bridge to speak with him.

“Of course, I always appreciate a visit from my grandson,” Heimdall said. “But I might ask why you are prepared to leave.”

Nari walked up beside Heimdall.

“I need to ask you a question,” Nari said. “And I need you to not tell my father that I asked.”

“Your father is the king,” Heimdall said. “I must obey his orders.”

“I am the future king,” Nari said. “What of mine?”

Heimdall nodded. “You can always ask me anything, your highness.”

Nari took a deep breath.

“Is my uncle alive?” he asked.

Heimdall paused.

“Yes,” Heimdall said. “He is on Midgard.”

“Can you send me to him?” Nari asked.

“Travel to Midgard is expressly forbidden,” Heimdall said. “By the order of King Loki.”

“Grandfather, please,” Nari said. “I need to speak with him.”

“Because you just found out you are half-Jotun and you’re all of thirteen years old and very confused about everything you know,” Heimdall said. “Is that about right?”

Nari paused. “Can you at least tell me about him? Mother used to talk about him, before the calamity. Father never does.”

Heimdall nodded. “Right now, he is working with his wife and friends to solve a very difficult problem. They believe they can reverse the calamity.”

Nari blinked. “And then Mother—”

“Would be returned to you, yes,” Heimdall said.

“I must tell Father!”

Nari went to run back to the palace, but Heimdall put a hand on his shoulder.

“I do not tell the king everything I see,” Heimdall said. “I do not believe it would be wise to inform him of this.”

“Why not?” Nari asked. “Don’t you want Mother back?”

“Of course I do,” Heimdall said. “But your uncle is a sensitive topic with your father. If Thor were to return—”

“What would it matter?” Nari asked. “He would have his brother back as well.”

“Thor is, rightfully, king, Nari,” Heimdall said. “If Thor returned, he could challenge your father for the throne.”

Nari paused. “Would he do that?”

“Considering the circumstances in which your father became king, it is not unlikely,” Heimdall said.

“Circumstances?” Nari asked. “He tried to start a war!”

“Yes,” Heimdall said. “Your father tried to start a war.”

Nari paused. “What do you mean?”

“He told you of the Jotuns’ that attacked on the day Thor was to be made king,” Heimdall said. “Who do you think let them into the palace?”

Nari shook his head.

“Why are you telling me this?” Nari asked. “Why are you lying to me?”

“I think you know better than to ask me that,” Heimdall said.

“Father would never—”

“I don’t know that your father realized what he was doing until it was done,” Heimdall said. “But as it stands, it is directly by these actions that your father is king.”

Nari closed his eyes. He could feel the tears rolling down his face.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked again.

“Because your uncle seeks to set right that which has gone wrong,” Heimdall said. “And your father will do anything to maintain his position and power. Your father has killed people, Nari, to keep this secret.”

“Did Mother know?” Nari asked. “Is that why she’s gone?”

“Your mother is gone because a madman from Titan had not the creativity to think of any other solutions to systemic inequalities than genocide,” Heimdall said. “No, your mother did not know. She had her suspicions, but she loved your father too much to interrogate further. To ask would be to lose him, possibly forever, and she knew she couldn’t bear it.”

Nari took a deep breath.

“But I tell you these things so that you may tell her when she returns,” Heimdall said.

“Why couldn’t you tell her?” Nari asked.

“Because I am sending you to Midgard,” Heimdall said.

He pushed Hofund into the controls and the Bifrost opened up.

“Quickly,” Heimdall said. “Before your father wakes up and sees.”

Nari looked from Heimdall, to the palace, and back.

“Grandfather—”

“Go!”

Nari dashed into the Bifrost and disappeared from Asgard. Heimdall closed the Bifrost, sighing.

“Bring your mother and uncle home,” he said quietly.

[screechthewriter]

it must be so lonely knowing what you know | a god of war fanfic

part two of seven:

The boy was named Baldur, and he quickly became the second most tolerable person in the whole of Asgard. He was an even-tempered baby and a shockingly well-behaved toddler (the occasional mischief and moment of stubbornness aside). Freya tended to keep him close; Odin didn’t object, so long as he was allowed some time with his son.

And, occasionally, as had been the case on and off with Thrúd, sometimes he was passed off to Mimir.

Today was one of those days. Odin had gone to oversee something in Midgard, and Freya was handling Valkyrie business. Sif was busy as well, which left Mimir the only one available to watch the boy. Mimir was of two minds about the situation. On the one hand, it was preferable to handling Odin. On the other hand, who knew what Odin might do without Mimir there to try and intervene?

He tried not to think too hard about that one.

“So, how come you’ve got horns and no one else does?”

Children were nothing but questions, but Baldur someone managed to make them sound innocent and sweet rather than invasive. “I’m not from around here,” Mimir explained.

“Ohh.” Baldur nodded, as if that explained everything. “Where are you from?”

“Where do you think I’m from?”

Baldur’s nose wrinkled as he thought it over. “Alfheim?”

Mimir barely bit back a laugh. He didn’t think the boy would be too offended, but he was just a child. No sense hurting his feelings. “Why do you say that?”

“I’ve seen pictures of the Dökkálfar. Some have horns.” Fair enough. “You haven’t got wings, though.”

“Wish I did sometimes. Can you imagine, me flying about?” Baldur giggled at the thought. “No, I’m not from Alfheim. I’m from Midgard, but I’m from a part of Midgard that’s very far away.”

“Do they all have horns there?”

“Only some.” He had a sudden memory of being about Baldur’s age, his horns just little nubs, staring out the window at the nearby sea loch, listening to the faint birdsong in the distance—or what he’d thought was birdsong. He wouldn’t learn the truth for a few years yet. “I was a bit of an odd one growing up. Guess I never really stopped being an odd one.”

“Why’d you leave?”

Well, that was a long, complicated story that involved explaining the intricacies of life in the Faerie court. Best to just simplify things, he figured. “Just needed a change of pace, is all. You want to see the rest of the realms one day, don’t you?” Baldur nodded eagerly. “It’s the same thing, really. Nice to get out, meet new people, sometimes work for them.”

Again, Baldur nodded as if that made perfect sense to him. Mimir couldn’t tell how much he really understood; young gods and demigods always seemed wise beyond their years (though how much further beyond their years varied, in his experience), but Baldur still only had the life experience of a lightly sheltered child. It was difficult to tell how much those two balanced out.

“Can you tie knots?” Baldur asked suddenly. “Týr usually helps, but…”

But Týr had been spending more and more time on Midgard. Mimir suspected it was to stay away from Odin, though the Allfather had other ideas about that. Mimir shook the thought away. “I can certainly try. What do you need knotted?”

Turned out it was a bracelet, something with wooden beads clumsily painted that he was making for his mother. Between Baldur half-remembering how Týr usually knotted them and Mimir having some experience in making the odd charm or boon, they were able to finish the bracelet. Baldur beamed brightly at the finished project. “When’s Mama coming back?”

“Not sure.” Freya made a habit of lingering during her Valkyrie duties, what Valkyrie duties she was still allowed, at least, but that had been before she had a child. “Shouldn’t be too much longer. I don’t think her friends will want to keep her away from you too long.”

“Why don’t they ever come to Asgard?”

Mimir bit back his urge to tell Baldur that he should ask his father about that. “They’re pretty busy with the souls of the dead. I’m sure your mother will bring you along sometime. I know Sigrun’s been asking about you.”

Fortunately, Baldur was still a bit too oblivious to ask how Mimir knew Sigrun was asking about him. He was still in the stage where he thought Mimir knew everything without any kind of effort on his part. Mimir was flattered, really, but there was a bit more work that went into being the smartest man alive that the boy didn’t know about yet. Maybe one day, he’d share some of his secrets, if the boy stayed normal and sane.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

The sound of a door slamming somewhere nearby made Mimir flinch. Baldur, oblivious to the gesture, straightened up. “Mama?” he called out.

Not sure we should be going to find her even if it is your mother, lad… But Baldur took off, bracelet in hand, before Mimir could stop him. Mimir tried to catch up, but he was speedy for being so little. Please, please, don’t let whatever he’s running into be anything terrible…!

The sound of yelling increased as they approached the door. Baldur, either desensitized to the sound or too intent on getting his gift to his mother to care, used all the strength in his little body to open the door. To Odin’s credit, he did stop mid-sentence when Baldur came in. Freya stopped as well. It was difficult to tell what that spark in her eyes was—she shoved whatever it was deep down when she saw her son. “You’re both back!” Baldur said excitedly. He ran to Freya’s side and held out the bracelet. “I made this for you, Mama.”

Frey’s face softened, somewhat, though Mimir could still see some of what strange emotion in her eyes. “Oh, Baldur, thank you,” she said. “It’s lovely.”  She slipped the bracelet on as Baldur ran to greet his father as well.

Mimir glanced Freya’s way once he was sure the Allfather was occupied. What happened? he mouthed.

Freya shook her head immediately. Not now. Not here. That just made Mimir more nervous than before. He couldn’t tell if she wasn’t going to tell him at all or if it just too complicated to explain with Odin still in the room. He wasn’t especially keen on either. While he knew that he wasn’t entitled to know about their martial issues, it did make him feel a bit better to know what was happening with Odin.

"Glad to see you back, Hávi," Mimir said politely. He would have asked about Týr, but something in Odin's gaze stopped him. The Allfather's one good eye lingered over Mimir's eyes—not making eye contact, Mimir realized, but looking at the eyes themselves. The Bifrost crystals the giants had gifted him.

Something he had in common with Týr.

"Anything you need from me?" Mimir said instead, ever the picture of a polite and helpful advisor.

Odin stared him down for a long moment. It was a favorite tactic of his, one Mimir was used to most of the time, but today he had to clasp his hands behind his back to keep from anxiously fidgeting. "Thor may require your assistance later," Odin said finally. "I will let you know."

"Of course, my lord."

Ugh, not Thor. He was arguably more agreeable than his father, less paranoid at the very least, but he was loud, brash, a proper pain to keep in check. Mimir really hoped that it wouldn't be necessary, especially not when he had other things on his mind.

Something was wrong. He couldn't say for sure and there was no way to confirm his suspicions by asking Freya, not while Odin was still in the room. But his gut feelings were rarely wrong. And the look on Odin's face…

I have to get to the bottom of this.

Mimir spent the next few hours checking every place in Asgard where Týr usually spent his time. They were all abandoned. Not only that, but anywhere Týr might keep personal items was eerily empty. Looked like they had been for some time, in a few instances. It was as if the war god had cleared everything important out before he started spending time on Midgard. But...why? To what end? And how had Mimir missed this?

He was considering making a trip to Midgard when he was intercepted. "There you are," said Thor. He looked...honestly, terrible. It wasn't uncommon for the thunder god to look like he'd just been in a fight, but whatever he'd gone up against today looked like it had managed to hold its own for a while. "I need you for something."

Damn it. "Always happy to help, of course," Mimir said, even though it was a lie. “What are we doing?”

“Going to Midgard.” Thor turned and started walking away. Mimir had to jog to catch up; the god of thunder had a very long stride. “We’ll have to go by another way, so keep up.”

Another way? Was something wrong with Týr’s temple? Mimir almost asked, but bit his tongue. It seemed that Týr was still a sensitive topic. He wasn’t sure he wanted to put his foot in that without having a good idea of what was going on.

There were, at least, other ways to get between realms if you had the right materials. A bifrost, the right travel stone, a quick jaunt between realms, and they were on their way. Thor stayed silent, aside from the occasional quiet curse as his injuries bothered him. “Everything all right?” Mimir asked warily.

“Don’t worry about it,” Thor grunted. “You’ll see soon anyway.”

That just made Mimir even more nervous.

It wasn’t long before they were through a travel gate and into Midgard. Mimir wasn’t sure where they were, but he could tell something was wrong. The air was heavy, distressed, and there were barely any enemies around. Thor kept walking forward. “You’ll like this,” he said.

Mimir had a feeling he wouldn’t, but he followed anyway.

Eventually they broke free of the trees, and to a cliff overlooking the Lake of the Nine. Týr’s temple was…

Mimir felt suddenly nauseous at the sight. The temple had been destroyed. He could see the column of smoke, even from there. Mimir turned to Thor, his eyes wide. “What…? What happened to Týr?”

Thor grinned, toothy and full of malice. “Check the bag.”

“…wh-what…”

“Check the bag.”

It wasn’t a request anymore. Mimir’s hands trembled as he opened the bag. It took him a moment to realize what the contents were.

A hand. Severed about halfway up the wrist. A hand that he didn’t recognize, until he saw a very familiar ring.

Mimir yelped and dropped the bag. Thor laughed, loud and boisterous, as if it were all just some ludicrous prank, and not…

No, no, they wouldn’t have, they wouldn’t have.

“I’d be careful who I spent time with if I were you,” Thor said, some laughter still in his voice. He slapped Mimir on the shoulder and kept walking. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

They left the hand hanging from the last remaining travel gate to Jotunheim. Mimir’s own hands were still shaking when they arrived back in Asgard. He didn’t ask Freya directly when he arrived; one look was all he needed. She saw the thinly-veiled panic and disbelief in his eyes, and responded to it with a somber look.

Týr wasn’t coming back.

And suddenly, Mimir felt very, very alone.

[thegodsdemise]

HEADCANONS

▪️Faye and Kratos are raising Atreus & helping him learn more about his godhood & helping him discover who Loki is. (Pre-Ragnarök)

▪️ Brok surviving Fimbulwinter, so that Sindri isn’t alone and they continue to be the Huldra Brothers and run the brand together rather than separately. (Pre-Ragnarök)

▪️Thor murders Odin, and reconciles with Kratos for the sake of their children — as Thor works on being a better husband to Sif & a better father to Thrúd; that he couldn’t be for Magni & Modi. (Post-Ragnarök)

▪️ Sinmara becomes the new ruler of Hel, when Hræsvelgr finally retires. (Post-Ragnarök)

▪️Surtr & Sinmara rule the realm of the undead and the realm of fire and brimstone. (Post-Ragnarök)

▪️ Faye & Kratos help improve Atreus’s hunting as well as his training. (Pre-Ragnarök)

▪️ Faye tells Atreus about what it was like for her and the giants and is ready to answer questions about herself; and why she was gone for so long & to help her son better understand his roots. (Pre-Ragnarök)

▪️ during Ragnarök? the rebellion consisting of Faye & Durlin finally abstract vengeance upon Odin along with the armies of Hel and Vanaheim; along with their ginormous monster to overtake Asgard with Kratos and Freya leading the charge.

[starwrittenfates]

Sif had been adjusting to her life in New Asgard, learning to cope with the losses of her best friends and her home. While Thor had gone his own way, the Goddess of War had done the same, helping Valkyrie and to train warrior's. Taking some time for herself, she walked the streets of New Asgard, checking on everyone and waving at anyone who greeted her.

However, she felt someone tug at her from behind. Turning, Sif found herself looking at a blonde girl. She somehow seemed like someone she could trust...and almost...oddly familiar. Perhaps she was one of the many kids of Asgard? But it seemed not.

At her request, Sif blinked, glancing around before giving a warm smile. "Of course. You are currently in New Asgard, Norway. My name is Lady Sif. Perhaps your parents are around here somewhere?"

@starwrittenfates plotted thingy

Torunn could feel the burning gaze of each person as she walked through the village. A village that she had only seen in movies and thought were gone thanks to Ultron, until now. She wasn't even entirely sure how she ended up in the at the end of the skirts of this small village, especially since she had still been in Ultron City this morning.

She could tell that this village clearly did not get a lot of visitors by the way all the people keep staring at her. The young asgardian princess knew she had to find someone to help her, so she could return home. Granted Torunn could easily fly home, but she didn't want to draw attention to herself and something was telling her that it also would not be an option.

The further Torunn walked and takes everything in, the more she feared that she wasn't going to be able to find someone to help her. Until she spots a women who she felt seemed approachable and strangely comforting. Torunn cautiously walks up to her and taps the raven haired woman on the shoulder to get her attention.

"Hi, pardon me. But I was hoping you could help me? For I'm lost and not sure where I am..."

[lvdysif]

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚂𝚒𝚏 | 𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 | 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚛                                                    𝚏𝚝. 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗

We all know Sif, she’ll still get a bio eventually. Here’s some facts in the meantime~

✭ Sif is a childhood friend of Thor, Loki, and The Warriors Three. She’s also Heimdall’s younger sister. ✭ She as an incredibly vain child, and mostly grew out of that - though she does still have her moments.  ✭ An exceptional fighter, generally considered to be second only to Brunnhilde the Valkyrie amongst Asgardian women. ✭ Sif was there for the attack on Asgard. While working with others to stop the assault, Sif fell to the control of Supergiant. She was unable to come back into control of herself before ending Fandral’s life, at which point she was able to tap into a part of her mind that allowed her to break free. Fucked some people up. ✭ Attended the Lokasenna, said her piece, before disappearing. ✭ She was gone for three months, while ten years passed for her. She had found herself a mentor, someone that could train her in the abilities she hadn’t known she had until that fight. ✭ She returned to Midgard a number of times after her training, often helping Thor when he called for her aid.  ✭ She went with Thor into Valhalla, in hopes to aid in keeping things maintained and handled fast enough to keep anything from going wrong - instead, Valhalla was destroyed. ✭ Sif has been gone ever since, with no contact to her fellow Asgardians or most of those she’d come to call friends on Midgard. ✭ She’s been working to find a way to restore Valhalla, as one of few people capable of hopefully reaching what remains of Yggdrasil around where the realm had been. ✭ She’s returned to Midgard as she now believes she has at least the start of a few ideas, but she cannot do any of it alone. Given the concentration of magic users here, she hopes to find someone to help her.

𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂

✭ 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : by birthright Sif is capable of traversing time and space, and travel faster than the speed of thought by piercing the fabrics of Infinity and travel to any destination she chooses. She is also able to teleport herself to other dimensions. ✭ 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 : Sif is able to see past events as they happened. ✭ 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 : While Sif will typically choose physical combat, she did put some effort into learning a bit of magic over the years - mostly from Loki, at first, but later from others she encountered as she’s been on her own these last several years.

Like with the others, yell if you have questions 

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Big brother?: big brother Loki x little brother reader.

Age 10: reader kun is Loki's biological brother.

Laufey sends him to Earth because he didn't want him anymore and deemed him weak.

He looks exactly like his big brother Loki (he wears Kid Loki's outfit but with fingerless gloves, the gold parts are silver and has longer hair.) and unlike his brother Reader kun is very young and is a very sweet boy when you get to know him.

This takes place after Age of Ultron. Odin has Loki stay on Earth so he can learn how to do good.

Sif is not pleasant, Oh and Laufey and Peitro survived and once again Civil war never happened.

King Laufey of Jotunheim stands in front of a portal that leads to Midgard holding a frost giant boy about ten years old in his arm.

Glaring disgustedly at the small boy he said in a harsh whisper "I have no use for a weak child." He said coldly to his own son who has terror in his voice "D... Dad?" The boy whimpered as Laufey glares hatefully "DON'T CALL ME THAT EVER AGAIN." He yells to the boy who shakes in fear "Goodbye Y/N." he said throwing his son (more like yeeting) into the portal.

On Earth:

Bruce Banner and Tony Stark are in the lab.

Tony making blue prints and Bruce trying to figure out how Peter makes his web fluids "How does Peter do it?" Bruce asked his science bro who is also curious.

At Peter's apartment: he is sick BTW.

"Achoo. Is someone talking about me?"

Peter asked blowing his red nose.

Back at the the tower:

As the two are about to call the young friendly neighborhood hero a bright light stops them.

They turn to see some sort of portal open up confused they go over to the portal until something slams into Tony.

Tony looks down to see something unexpected "A kid?" He asked Bruce is also surprised by the surprise guest "We better get him to the medical bay, he's freezing! The poor kids skin is blue." Tony said grabbing a spare lab coat, swaddled the kid in it and ran to the medical bay while Bruce ran to get the others.

As Tony ran to the medical bay he heard the boy whimpering "Hey it's going to be ok buddy!" He told the boy as he entered the closes room and laid the boy down in the bed "Dad... I'm sorry. I... I'll try to do better." The boy whimpered Tony could only look shocked at the boy but it disappeared when Bruce and the others entered the room.

Bruce hooked the boy to the machines in the room and asked Friday to turn up the heat.

Everyone began circling the boy in the bed.

Everyone couldn't help but stare in curiosity at the boy.

He had dark H/L hair and wore some really strange clothing that reminded them of Loki's clothes but with silver. "He's so tiny." Wanda said "The poor kids so cold he's gone blue." Peitro said gesturing to the shivering Child "MY FRIENDS. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Thor boomed in his loud voice making the poor boy jump in terror.

Everyone (except Thor and Loki) was shocked to see that the boys eyes were completely red "This kid isn't human." Clint said "What's going on my friends?" Thor asked until he saw the boy "My friends why is there a frost giant child in here?" Thor asked trying not to yell however Loki roughly picked the young frost giant up from the bed and held him roughly about to yell at the clearly scared frost giant child who was now shaking but when Loki's hands touched the boys waist they saw that the blue skin started turning into the same complexion as Loki, his ruby red eyes turned emerald green but his hair was the same black color, all in all the kid looked like a mini version of Loki but his face had softer features that made him adorable "You are... like me." He said looking the young boy up and down "The kid looks exactly like reindeer games." Tony said looking between the god of mischief and the young boy "Your my big brother?" The youngest boy asked poking Loki's cheek in curiosity "We have to take the boy to Asgard to show mother and father." Thor said in surprise looking at the boy "My name is Y/N by the way. Y/N Laufeyson. Well I'm no longer Laufey's son since he cast me out of Jotunheim." Y/N said opening his mind making Wanda gasp as tears run down her face "He is telling the truth." She said hugging Y/N making him hug her back Loki was in rage by his biological father's actions he just threw this innocent little boy away like he was nothing "I want to kill Laufey." Loki said as it began to snow until Thor placed his hand on his shoulder and Y/N's small arms wrapped around his neck. Loki's eyes shoot open wide from the small embrace from the young boy.

He felt protective of him "I can do a DNA test to see if you are brothers." Tony said earning nodes from his team mates "We should." Thor said wanting to be sure if Y/N was Loki's little brother.

After getting some hair from Y/N and Loki.

Tony put the strands into the DNA scanner and waited for results to print.

After waiting the results finally printed as a 100% match "You are my brother." Loki said looking you up and down "Let us be off brothers." Thor said taking you in his arms making you laugh "Don't drop him you fool." Loki said as Thor called for Himdal.

At Asgard:

The all father and all mother couldn't believe what they were seeing.

You a young boy that looked like their adopted son but younger and smaller.

Their boys explained to them of your situation and that you are Loki's biological brother.

They made their way down still looking at you and you looking at them in curiosity.

As they stand in front of you Odin places his hand on your head with Friga doing the same.

Upon this gesture you smiled a sweet innocent smile making the all father and mother smile back as they can see Loki in his younger days within you "I see no reason why he can't stay here." Odin said making you happy "We shall throw a feast to celebrate the newest prince of Asgard tonight." Odin said while Frigga can only have tears of joy on having another child to teach magic "Come son, we shall get you fitted for an outfit for tonight." Frigga said taking your small hand in hers "Alright mum." You said with a smile already accepting the all father and mother as your new parents making Frigga fight back tears.

Later at night:

you happily did a turn for Odin and Frigga in your new outfit for the feast,

It looked just like Loki's but with silver armor, a silver circlet with small bendy horns and instead of trousers you had on leggings.

They clapped happily at how much you looked like Loki "Come son the feast is starting soon." Odin said taking your left hand while Frigga took your right hand and all of you walked towards the feast.

You sit in between Frigga and Loki as Odin gives his speech to welcome you into Asgard while a servants serves everyone ale or cider.

Once the glasses are full Odin raises his "Tonight we honor Y/N Laufeyson now known as Y/N Odinson. Mine's and Frigga's new son and your new prince." As he says this he lifts the glass higher and bellows "LONG LIVE PRINCE Y/N OF ASGARD." He yells "LONG LIVE PRINCE Y/N OF ASGARD." Frigga, Loki, Thor and the people of Asgard yelled back then drank their drinks.

You and your big brothers are getting food from the feast when you saw three men and a woman walked towards you "So this is the new prince?" A man with a full beard like your new father asked "I bet he's like his brother." The woman said spitefully "Sif! Please he is just a boy." Thor said in a protective manner while Loki pulled you behind him "Ohh please. He's already got you wrapped around his little finger." She said pointing her weapon at you making you clinch to Loki's cape "Sif stop it! He's only a child." A man with short blond hair and a beard with a mustache said "Ai Sif! What's gotten into you tonight?" A man with black hair asked Sif making her angry "AM I THE ONLY ONE THINKING THAT THIS LITTLE BRAT COULD BE LYING ABOUT HIS FATHER!?" Sif yelled in rage "He is no doubt like Loki, one day he will turn his back on us and betray us all." She said earning the attention of everyone making people whisper but everyone gave Sif death glares "She calls herself a warrior?" A woman said "She's ruining the new princes night." A man said.

Soon people began calling Sif out "Sif, in all my years of letting you get away with how you've treated Loki tonight you just proved that you have been abusing your power as a warrior." Odin said walking up behind you with Frigga in tow with disapproval in her motherly eyes as she places a hand on your head.

To make this short Sif was taken out of the party by guards and she was put in the dungeon for the rest of the night for pulling a weapon at you and saying stuff you aren't supposed to repeat and the feast went on with out interruptions until you started feeling sleepy "Dear I think it's someone's bedtime." Frigga said pointing to you "we'll take him to bed mother and father." Thor said picking you up making the all father and mother smile "Good night son." They said together as the each give you a kiss on the head "Goodnight Mom and Dad." You said as Loki and Thor walked out of the hall feeling exhausted themselves as they took you to your new chambers.

Thor gently puts you down so you could change into PJs "goodnight big brothers." You said as they smiled and closed the door.

After the party everyone retired for the night at 1:00 in the morning dual to it starting to rain and then thunder causing you to wake up in fear.

Your now clutching your stuffed fox that your new parents gifted you after you arrived in Asgard but even that didn't calm you from the booms of the thunder so you decided to go to Loki's room (hearing from him that Thor snores like Surtur.) as your walking down the corridors the thunder booms again making you sprint and barge into Loki's room onto his bed causing him to make an oomph sound "Y/N, What's the matter?" He asked as a thunderbolt crashed down making you curl up into him "Ohh." He said seeing that your afraid of thunder "Shh it's alright little one." He said kissing your head as both of you cuddle unaware that Odin, Frigga and Thor are at the door seeing the whole thing "He really has changed since his temporary banishment to Midgard." Odin whispered proudly while Frigga gave him a smile "I'm proud of you brother." Thor said seeing his two little brothers sleeping peacefully.

[the-broken-truth]

OMG, i just love your platonic yandere gow stuff and i kinda have a prompt that i just can't get out of my head and i wanted to know if you'll up for writing it

so lets say that reader is well lets say understatemented because of how much people don't really see him as anybody else then being kratos son and loki's/atreus brother

so… what if lets say the reader sees the peeps (sif, thor, heimdall, freya and anybody else you want) in trouble and reader being seen as the weakling out of his family suprisingly saves there life like they do some powerful magic shit

Sorry if you don't want to write about this, but it was just stuck in my head and i wanted to share

thank you and goodbye :>

Broken Truth (Looks at the ask): Let's be honest - Thor and Heimdal can handle themselves in a fight, Lady Sif really wouldn't leave Asgard and Thrud would be able to defend herself without any help; so I'll write for Freya because she's the only one I can see getting into trouble and needing help. If I think of someone else, I'll come back to this ask and add to it. I hope that's okay.

Someone gave me an idea to make [Name] something like the Dragonborn from Skyrim because I gave his voice power in the Thrud Extension and it would do good in this.

I'm thinking of giving [Name] a name, what do you guys think about 'Nithe' for a name? It means Dragon or Serpent in Old Norse if my research is valid. Anyway, let the words weave together.

[Freya]

Freya was looking for some kind of rare ingredient in the land where the dragons were plentiful, it was quiet for a while when she found the ingredient but that's when the dragon attacked. Freya did what she could and used her magic along with her combat skills but the creature overpowered her and knocked her into the wall, causing her to drop her sword and slump to the ground. She looked at the creature with blurry vision as it slowly stalked toward her before charging at her; she closed her eyes and waited for the impact but it never came, she opened her eyes when she heard the dragon roaring in anger and pain, and came face to face with an unbelievable panorama.

A single body stood between Freya and the Dragon & that body was [Name] - the youngest & 'weakest' of the Sons of Kratos. Holding the head of the dragon still as it struggled and tried to get away from him.

"Dovah Mul!" [Name] roared out in an unknown language as he began lifting the dragon up and threw it against the wall, making it slump to the ground. [Name] looked at the downed beast with an unknown fury in his eyes, this made Freya rise to her feet and hold her bleeding arm.

"[Name]? What are you doing here?" Freya asked.

"Stay back, Lady Freya, I'll deal with this." [Name] demanded as the dragon began to stand again. The beast inhaled and shot a river of fire in [Name's] direction, he inhaled and spoke in the strong language again.

"Yol Toor Shul!" [Name] roared out as a river of fire left his jaws and collided with the dragon's canceling each other out before he inhaled again and hit the dragon in the face with his fire, causing the creature to screech in pain and fly away from the agony. [Name] watched to make sure it was gone before turning his attention to Freya, who healed her wound. "Are you alright, Your Majesty?"

"I...I am fine. How did you do that? You had the strength of a dragon and you could breathe fire like one; aren't you a human?" Freya asked as she walked over to [Name] who shook his head.

"I'm half-giant & half-god. My Blood holds the blood of a dragon, my mother found that out a long time ago and was training me to learn more about controlling it but ever since she died, father refused to train me." [Name] explained it as he looked around for something.

"What are you looking for?" Freya asked as she followed his gaze but couldn't see anything.

"I heard that this dragon took a very powerful steel and I wanted to use it to make a weapon for myself." [Name] said as he walked over to the dragon's hoard and began digging through all the various metals until he found the one he was looking for. "I need to get back home and craft my weapon before father and Atreus get back." [Name] began walking to the ledge of the high point before Freya called out to him.

"Wait, have you thought about my offer? Will you become my son and the brother Baldur saw in you?" Freya asked him.

"I...I can't see myself leaving y father and brother. Please understand, Lady Freya" [Name] said as he turned and sprouted dragon wings and began flying away.

"I understand that you are too good for him and I shall make you my son, [Name]." Freya said as she went to the hoard and got the ingredients she needed.

[purringsquid]

It's finally over!! I mean: this is the last part.

As soon as she leaves, you get on your knees next to Thor, leaning over his body. You’re afraid that he would not wake up, that whatever Athena did have killed him. You check his pulse and breath, they seem to be fine. You shake him, trying to get him up... instead he starts snoring and you know that there's no outside force that could wake him.

"Thor wake up " You try saying in his mother's voice. Nothing. "Thooor."

'My voice won't work either.' Járnsaxa says. 'Trust me.'

You groan, giving up and sitting on the ground next to him, running hands through your pockets. It was just your luck that your pipe was broken in the fight, so you can't even have a smoke to pass time. You do the second-best thing to waste time then: spinning. You don't need thread and are sure Heimdall would rather burn it than let you or your daughter wear something from Vanir cloth, but you've picked this hobby to blend in (and fix the fit of your borrowed clothes) and now you carry around an awkward amount of thread. Green because or course that's what's the most available on Vanaheim. 

'That's it? You're going to sit here waiting until he wakes up?'

"Yes." You shrug. "No offence, Athena, but I will take a word about a man from his ex-wife rather than a virgin."

She scoffs. Járnsaxa laughs.

"What was the spell you've used?" You ask, changing the topic. "I'm pretty sure I've stabbed him, but there is no wound, no mark to show for it."

'A spell I've crafted to put down my dear father.' She says with a hint of pride in her voice. 'He had never guessed it was me.'

"That's impressive." You say. "Teach me?"

'No.' Athena says coldly.

Before you can think of a fitting comeback, Járnsaxa gives her a hundred times better answer than you yourself would dare to say. 'Speaking of. Did you fuck him?'

'No- Who?!' There’s an apparent disgust in Athena’s voice.

'Your father. I mean you are Greek, right? You people are worse than the Vanir.'

You stop spinning and just listen, because this had to be good.

'No! I told you, I'm a virgin warrior!'

'I mean, you could do plenty of stuff without losing that- Nevermind, if you don't know you are a virgin.' You know by her tone that Járnsaxa is having a good time teasing the goddess.

Athena groans, her next words are addressed to you. 'Since you're clearly done with your little pathetic adventure, can you finally let me go?'

"Sure." You shrug. "I release you." You let magic float through those words and just like that Athena's spirit disappears. No goodbyes, no hesitation. You don't know what you expected.

'Kind of a bitch, isn't she?' Járnsaxa says.

"Yeah." You agree.

You are spinning in silence for a while before she speaks again.

‘Can you do something for me?’

"Depends."

'Since you are clearly not killing him; Cut his beard.'

You shake your head. "Járnsaxa, no offence, but I just let a Giant run away and even that gives me a better chance of surviving, than even coming near his beard with anything sharp."

'Worth the try.' She says with a hint of amusement.

"And what about you? Should I leave you somewhere here? I assume you are not so keen on returning to Asgard."

'I.. don't know.' She says. 'I left for a reason but…'

"You want to see your son again?" You feel sympathy for her.

'Yes.'

"You should know, he calls Sif his mother."

A wave of pure fury radiates from her at your words. 'That-' You learned a lot of Jotnar slurs for the Aesir that day.

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After what feels like an eternity, Thor wakes up…. If it even can be called waking up. He groans and turns to the side, hiding his head from the sun.

"Morning." You say, poking his shoulder. "Get up."

He groans again.

You note that Járnsaxa is gone, back in her marble.

"C'mon." You are not really keen on making him angry by trying to wake him by force, so you opt out to leaning over his side, pressing your body to his as you say in a fake softness. "You can have your hangover drink on Asgard. Just get up."

Before your exile you would've kicked him until he got up but now, after what Járnsaxa had told you about him, you are afraid to do something like that. She had told you how he had killed his own mother in drunken rage… His mother had told the story differently – in a way that made you believe that he was still a child when she died. Now, you are not sure if you will ever look at him the same.

"Nice to see you still ready for Aesir dick." He grunts with vulgar amusement.

You punch him. Fear be damned. And pull away.

"Pervert." You curse.

He laughs, turning around. "What. Is true, isn't it?" Then his tone switches to performative seriousness, as he gets up. "Don't tell Sif I said that. She wouldn’t like that and wouldn’t let me for a week again. Damned woman." He murmurs.

You give him the angriest look you can manage.

"So, you decided to come back? About time, I was getting sick of Heimdall being bitter all the time… more than usual, anyway." He offers you his hand.

You close your fingers over two of his, because that’s the furthest you can reach, but it doesn't matter because the moment you touch him, he closes his hand over yours, covering it fully and throws you over his shoulder. You can’t help it but yelp, as he does so and when he lifts Mjölnir flies up with you, you… make a longer more embarrassing sound.

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To your surprise, you land right in front of the Himinbjörg. You were happy that Thor took you here but, but- "Shouldn't we see the All-Father first?"

Thor shrugged and grunted in his sad step-from-anger voice. "How would I know? I'm stupid."

You don't hold back the warm feeling of gratitude and love and fall into his chest, wrapping your arms around him, as far as they reach. "Thank you."

He returns the hug and chuckles. "You're welcome, Y/N." His huge fingers tap your head. "Now go see your kid, I need a drink."

You jump up, using his shoulders as a leverage, and give him a kiss on his cheek, (because that's what you can reach with him turning his head to a side). His beard scratches your chin and lower lip.

When your feet hit the ground again, you don't hesitate, turning around and running towards the cabin. Behind you, you hear a thunder and feel Thor setting off. You find yourself running through the door, not able to stand a moment more of waiting. You run through the corridors and to the room you had set as a nursery nearly a year ago.

You stop at the door, seeing a maid leaning over a crib, her smile fades as she sees you, fear and shock replaces it. "Get out." You order her and she hurries out, allowing you to walk to the crib and finally see your little girl.

She looks back at you and she cries. Your daughter cries when she sees you. And you feel tears at your eyes too. Your little girl, what had they done to her?! Every inch of her skin is covered in dark runes, standing out sharply against her pale skin (like her fathers). There’s a soul inside her now, you can feel it, it is trapped inside her by the very runes that cover her. In a sharp contrast to them, her purple eyes basically glow. You reach for her, touching her little cheek. You are going to kill the Raven-Keeper.

“Bylgja.” You say her name with all the love you have for her. “Mommy is here, baby.” You lift her up, even though she cries. She’s so big now. You rock her in your arms. “Calm down, baby, it’s just mommy.” You walk around the room, but she doesn’t stop crying. Does she not recognize you? She probably doesn’t, does she? Still, you press her close, hoping that maybe she will remember you-

You can hear steps coming from the front door - running. You turn to the door just in time to see Heimdall standing in them. You look at each other. Bylgja still cries. He looks angry, just as angry as Laufey was before… but with him it feels different, somehow more dangerous.

After spending time with Járnsaxa and Athena, the women killed by the men they had cared for… you cannot help it. You fear your own husband. He takes another step forward, and you instinctively pull Bylgja closer to you. She's still crying, and you can feel her tiny body shaking in your arms. You rock her.

“You’re back.” He says at the same time as you say: “What’ve you done to her?”

"What have I done to her?" He laughs. It's an awful, cruel laugh. "I, my dear, have fixed your mistakes!"

You feel a mix of fear and anger, and your grip on your daughter tightens. "What mistakes?" you demand, your voice shaking with emotion.

“You dare to ask!” Heimdall strides forward and reaches for Bylgja. You turn your back to him, holding her tightly, feeling his fingers dig into your arm as he stops you from running away.

"Give her to me," he growls, his purple eyes shining.

"You can't take her away from me again," You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. "She needs her mother."

Heimdall's face twists in anger. "Now she needs her mother?! Maybe months ago, she did, but you were too prideful and selfish to come back then!" You feel a surge of anger at his words. How dare he accuse you of being selfish? Prideful?! You’ve sacrificed the time you could've spent with her to save her!

"I'm not selfish!" you say, your voice rising. "I've been away only to help her!"

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" Heimdall's grip on your arm tightens a little too much for you to bear. You try to pull away, but he holds on tightly, his face twisted with rage. "I want you to hand her over." he hisses. "Now!”

"No!" you cry out, struggling to break free. "She's my daughter! You can't just take her away!"

Heimdall snarls and tries to wrench the baby from your arms. You feel a moment of panic as his fingers close around her tiny wrist. Bylgja's cries grow louder. Too loud. Heimdall's grip on your arm tightens even more, causing you to gasp in pain, as his nails dig into your bare skin.

"I needed to protect her, Heimdall! What you’ve done to her- this isn’t right!” 

"You think you know what's best for her?" he snarls. "You abandoned her for months!” His other hand lets go off Bylgja’s arm and slips under her instead, his grip on you preventing you from stopping him, when he wraps his arm around her and… she reaches her little hands to him. You let go, feeling broken.

“Go clean yourself.” He says, taking your daughter away from you. “You reek of lesser realms.”

You want to grab him when he turns to leave but he dodges you.

“Please, don’t.” You say.

He scoffs. “You can have her when you are clean. Maybe. Depends on how good your excuse is.”

He walks out of the door, barking order at the maid to set you a bath. Your hand is still in the air, where it failed to stop him.

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Your tears never stopped coming, he had taken her away from the cabin, probably to the wall or maybe the Great Lodge, you did not know. You had to repeat to yourself that if he let you stay inside your home, he would let you stay with her.

You are almost done with your bath when he walks in. You want to get up but he stops you. “Don’t bother.” He says, his voice still bitter. He looks at the clothes you left on the floor. “I want those burnt.” You knew he would and you had already put away everything you wanted to keep. Still, it was a waste.

“Where’s she-?” Is the first thing you ask.

“Sleeping.” He drags a chair next to the bath and sits down, he looks in your eyes, his own shinning with Bi-Frost. “You will tell me everything. Starting with whenever or not you went to the charred bastard.”

You would’ve laughed if you were not feeling so miserable. That was his concern? Jealousy?

“No, I did not see Freyr.” You say returning his gaze, so he can read in your mind that you speak the truth. “I avoided him.”

“Then what were you doing on Vanaheim?”

It takes a lot of explaining before Heimdall is satisfied, and by that time the water had run cold and your throat is dry from all the talking. He was looking into your mind the whole time, trying to find a lie behind your words and at the end, he is not happy with your tale, but he does accept it.

You get up from the bath, wrapping a towel around yourself.

“You did not burn my clothes, did you?” You ask, seriously.

“No.” He rolls his eyes. “I kept them for your replacement.” You forgot what a fucking asshole he could be. And is. Most of the time.

“Can I see her now?” You nearly plead.

“Yes, but don’t wake her if she sleeps.” He says. “Her teeth are growing out and it’s pain to make her sleep.”

He follows you to her room, as if he was refusing to let you be alone with her.

“I do.” He says in a harsh tone. Because of course, he does and of course, he is still reading your mind.

But you forget those things fast, when you see her standing in her crib.

“Hey, baby girl.” You smile. She is not crying anymore, just looks at you with big curious eyes. You pick her up carefully, nuzzling her. “You’re so big now, are you not.”

She looks toward her father and he comes closer. He must be reading her mind. You don’t like that. You don’t want him to know more about her than you do- “It’s okay baby. That’s your mother.” He pets her little head. “And just between us – she’s a bitch.”

“Hey!” You feel betrayed. Scandalized. Angry.

“It’s true and she should know it.” He shrugs. Then asks a question you don’t expect. “What colour are her eyes?”

It’s a strange question to ask – unless he wanted you to acknowledge that they are his, which is probably the case. Prideful dick. “Yours, why?”

“Interesting.” He says, a hint of smirk appearing at his lips.

“Why?” You repeat.

“Everyone sees them different.”

“That’s strange.” It is. But then, she was a goddess and sometimes, things like these just happened… “Whose eyes do you see?” You ask, looking closely on the big purple eyes of your daughter.

“All-Father’s.” Because of course he does. You hate this man.

“I’m glad I don’t see those.” You say coldly, then switch to a softer voice. “Is that not, right? You look much better with purple eyes, don’t you, Bylgja?”

“About that,” He says. “It’s not her name anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Her name is Hel now. Because she will rule it one day.”

You were not happy with your daughter’s position, nor the context of how she got it (after finally getting Heimdall to explain it to you). Odin had no right to sell her like that. Heimdall had called your opinion a treason. He had made you sleep in his (your) bed that night, to your surprise, with your daughter between you. You’ve learned that you’ve missed her first words and that those teeth that caused her so much pain were gold, just like her father’s. You were angry on Heimdall, but swallowed it down for her sake and it seemed like he was doing the same.

You aren’t sure if your relationship will ever recover after this, after all, it was always fragile.

Heimdall, Thor and Baldur grand adventure (a part of Heimdall x wife reader series)

Only first part of this is reader pov. But I encourage people who want to read about Heimdall and his brother (or just Heimdall with baby) to read it anyway.

When she is born, there is nothing but uncanny silence. Not cries, no cooing, no laugh of the Norns. Only Eir's heartbreaking pity:

"I’m sorry, my lady."

You take the little body from her, still warm and yet with no sign of life, red mark where the cord tangled around the small neck.

"Don't be." You whisper.

You place a kiss on her forehead and breathe life to her with your magic. There's no cry, when she opens her eyes and yet you feel relief - at least until you look carefully and see the hollowness her eyes possess. You could save a body but not the soul. That's giant magic - one that they never shared with others.

"Don't tell a word of this." You say to Eir.

And to your surprise she does not protest. "As you wish, my lady."

"Don't even think about it in front of my husband. Avoid his eyes when you can." You press her further.

"Lady Y/N," She hesitates. "He will know in time."

"I know this just.. be quiet until then, will you?" You cradle your child, pulling her close to your chest. Despite the tragedy of her birth, the love you feel for her is overwhelming.

"I will." Eir assures you, sadness never leaving her voice.

"You can let him in then." You smile, prompting her to do the same, she should at least pretend to be happy in front of others.

The door opens before she can touch the handle. A second more of waiting would have been too much for your husband, apparently. He doesn't even look at Eir, storming to your side. You can hear someone laughing at him from the door.

 You give him a smile, showing him your child. “It’s a girl.”

He looks at her with lifted browns. “Why is she ugly? That can’t be after me.”

For a moment you are not sure if he is being asshole on purpose or had never seen a newborn child before. Both were very possible.

“When was the last time you looked in a mirror?” You snap back. He can’t let you have a nice moment, can he? And yet you are secretly happy that he doesn’t see her lack of soul. You couldn’t care less that he is an asshole, as long as he doesn’t notice – as long as he doesn’t do anything to you or her.

After days of arguing you name her Bylgja after his dead aunt-mother. It amuses her, but you don’t tell your husband that – he still didn’t get used to you casually conversing with the dead.

Your choice of name does not amuse Odin, but he does allow it in the end. You have to argue with him over it. Heimdall would rather just choose a different name and sulk, then admit to his father he disagrees with him.

He often checks on her, even returns to your home while he is on patrol to do so. But if he notices that something is wrong, he does not say anything.

It takes him a month.

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You wake up with the feeling that something is wrong. Your eyes shoot open, looking towards the crib. It’s empty and so is your husband’s side of the bed. But there’s someone else present. Since Bylgja was born the ghost of Heimdall’s aunt-mother – her namesake – had followed her everywhere, but now she stands here by your bed, along with the ghost of Odin’s first wife.

“Where’s she?” You ask them.

‘Heimdall-.’ One of them says. You wrap a coat around you, not bothering to dress up properly. ‘Odin-’ You had feared that answer. You hurry barefoot out of the cabin and the ghosts follow you, their words sounding after you. ‘Why would you not tell him?’ ‘Foolish, girl.’ ‘Odin will-’

“I know, shut up.” You curse having to live up on the wall, as you run down the hill faster than you ever did before, dirt and stones clinging to your feet.

“Y/N-“

Startled at the sight of you, Nana tries to stop you in front of the Great Lodge. You push her away, running through the door and further until you reach the All-Father’s study.

In the silence the Lodge provides in the night you can hear the voice of your husband. “-not cry and when I look in her future, I cannot see anything.”

You stop by the door, you had feared this day would come, but you never dared to think about it long enough to prepare yourself for it, because if you did, he might have noticed. You have no idea what you will say once you walk in.

“Of course, you can’t. The child has no soul, am I right, lass?” Odin raises his voice at the last sentence. “Come in.”

You open the door to the sight of the All-Father carrying your daughter and your husband, looking at you with a pained expression that soon turns to anger.

“What did you do?!”

He does not wait for you to answer and in a second he is at your side, his hands forcing your head up, so you have to look in his eyes. You try to push him off, but he won’t let you, his gaze shines with magic as he runs through your mind, forcing you to remember the giant's curse and the Norns’s prophecy, as well as your conversations with the All-Father.

All that you avoided thinking about so hard now flashes through your head. ‘The Norns also said that I will be cursed to give birth to a dead child-‘ ‘The child you carry shall be born dead-‘ ’There’s a way to save your child, but you would not like it-‘ ‘Only the Giants can tie a soul to a body. Ironic is it not-’ ‘I was afraid that it would either be the wedding or an execution-‘ ‘I’m sorry, my lady.’ ‘Don't tell a word of this.’

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” He pushes you away so hard you have to take a step back and your back hits the door.

“I didn’t want to hurt you!” You say the first thing that comes to your mind.

“Yeah, sorry if I don’t believe that.” You know that he’s still reading your mind, but clearly his anger is only allowing him to see what he wants to.

“And what do you believe? That I should have told you, so you finally have a reason to get rid of me? To be disowned and tossed away?!”

“You should not be lying to your husband!” He shouts, stepping closer to you, until he has you pinned to the door.

“Children-“ The All-Father makes a sorry attempt to stop you from waking up the entire lodge.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have married the goddess of secrecy if you didn’t want her to keep things from you!” You don’t know why you say that, it just slips from your mouth, while your mind spins around the fear of being separated from your child or worse - her being punished for your actions.

You don’t dodge when he hits you, just stay pinned to the door, hoping that his anger won’t spill over to your daughter. Tears run down your cheeks at the thought. “Heimdall-“

“Heimdall!” The All-Father says in a firm voice, he is still holding your daughter and you hope that he will take your side in this, since he had known, but he seems strangely indifferent to the situation and it crosses your mind that he might have been planning this all along. Just having you give birth and then let Heimdall do the rest.

Heimdall turns his head to his father. “You knew.”

“Yes.” Odin says matter-of-factly. “If you want to leave her do so, but don’t settle to mindless violence. I would expect that from Thor, but not you.”

You don’t even know what to say to Odin. This wouldn’t have happened if he did not send you to Svartalfheim in the first place! You look in Heimdall’s eyes as you think this. They are the last you see of Asgard before the ravens take you away.

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“Calmed down yet?”

The All-Father sounds disappointed, and in any other situation that would make Heimdall feel ashamed, but not now. Not when it turned out there was a whole conspiracy against him and his father was a part of it! Eir too!

“If not get out and return when you are.” The All-Father says, as he rocks the soulless baby in his arms.

Heimdall clenches his fists and takes a deep breath. He would not be kicked out for not controlling his emotions. He was not Thor. “I’m alright, All-Father.” He says through gritted teeth. It is not his right to question the All-Father, so he does not ask why he kept his daughter’s state from him for so long. “Is there something that can be done?”

“Yes.” The All-Father nods. “Take Baldur and track the Norns, Y/N had mentioned they had the answers, but refused to give them to her.”

Heimdall knows the door of the All-Father’s study will open, before they do and tries to avoid it by shouting: “Stay out of this, Thor. The clever people are talking.”

It does not help, the door opens anyway and Thor walks in.

“All-Father.” He says.

What follows next is the performance of the longest sentence Thor had ever said, as he insists on accompanying Heimdall and Baldur on their quest. Apparently, he had zero trust in leaving Heimdall’s own child with them and worse, the All-Father allows him to, despite the drunk just crawling his way back from the pub and insulting Heimdall’s parenting skills.

The All-Father returns Bylgja to Heimdall’s arms, before telling them that Niflheim would be the best place to start their search and sending them off to find Baldur.

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“Between mother and Y/N, the All-Father seems to be pretty shitty at arranging marriages.” Baldur sees no seriousness in the situation, his mind filled with amusement that makes Heimdall’s skin crawl.

“Shut up.” He snaps, adjusting his hold on his daughter. Baldur is as always relishing in his invulnerability by pissing him off. He used to piss him off even when he was vulnerable, but lately it was getting unbearable. (He tried to fuck his wife on their wedding night for fuck's sake.) He ignores Baldur in favour of warning his other brother of the approaching enemy. “Thor! Ogre at your right!”

Thor throws his hammer, killing the ogre instantly. Of all the Realms the Norns had to choose the Niflheim to stay at this time. Heimdall hated Niflheim, the only realm worse than Niflheim was Helheim.

The moment Mjöllnir returns to Thor’s hand a pack of nightmares spawns around them.

Heimdall quickly realizes the struggle of fighting properly, while holding a newborn, so he uses his foresight to dodge their attacks instead (and Baldur’s attacks too, because he gives no shit about being careful not to hit his allies), cursing, as he tries and fails to draw his sword without nearly dropping his daughter.

Thor notices his struggle and chuckles. Asshole. “Need help?”

“No.” Heimdall snaps back, adjusting his hold on the child, as his brothers finish off the nightmares. He puts his hand under Bylgja’s chin as she throws up, then wipes it off in the snow, more grateful for his foresight now than he was during the whole war.

“You sure? I can tie her to your chest, so you don’t have to keep carrying her.” Thor insists.

It is a tempting offer but since Thor is the one who makes it, Heimdall has to refuse. “No.”

It takes being nearly hit by a revenant for him to see that, maybe, this little humiliation would be worth it in the long run. He foresees the attack, but the revenant is almost as quick as he is and he missteps while dodging it and it’s only Thor’s hand on his back that prevents him from falling down. No need to say that the whole thing is utterly embarrassing.

Baldur meanwhile laughs at the sight, as he sends a frost wave at the revenant. “I knew you liked blondes, Thor, but wow.”

“Hm.” Thor grunts.

While the revenant is distracted Heimdall pushes the child into Thor’s arms. He’s too slow to fight it anyway. “Here- careful.” He can’t say more, even though he has a speech ready, because he foresees another attack coming their direction.

He draws his sword to fend it off. It’s considerably easier when his arms are free and he is soon pushing the revenant back. Not that Baldur would let him have this victory alone - he jumps at the beast from behind ripping its arm off with his bare hands.

At any other time Heimdall would have let the revenant tear Baldur apart, but he does not want to waste time now, so he takes hold of the revenant’s other arm. Before he can rip it off too, Mjöllnir lands on the revenant’s head, killing it instantly.

“Hey! That was my kill!” Baldur shouts at Thor.

“Only because I held it back for you, baby.” Heimdall wipes off the little dirt that he allowed to land on his body.

“How far are they?” He asks Baldur, looking at his daughter in Thor’s arms, fucker can fit her in one hand, otherwise he would struggle with fighting as much as Heimdall did.

“You tell me, future-teller.”

Baldur has a good point but is still a swine. Heimdall looks in the nearest future and only sees more wandering in snow and fighting ogres. Also, Thor tying the baby to him while Baldur is having the time of his life watching them.

“Alright, Thor.” He bites down his embarrassment and reaches for his daughter. “I will need a little help here.”

“Took you long enough.” Thor comments, but leans down to wrap his waist band across Heimdall’s back and Bylgja in the front, pinning her to his chest, while Baldur is laughing and wiping off imaginary tears.

“Can’t you go tracking or something?” Heimdall barks at him.

“Nah, this is too much fun.” Baldur laughs. Heimdall is fully prepared to murder him as soon as he finally finds the Norns and he no longer needs him.

Within the next hour of wandering in the snow it is proven, that it is truly easier to fight off the spawn of Niflheim without having to keep holding Bylgja in his hands and that the humiliation was indeed worth it… Except Baldur’s taunts about it don’t stop coming until Thor threatens that he will tie him to a stone and throw him into the ocean for fish to nibble on. (He is surprisingly creative when it comes to violent threats.)

“She’s so damn silent.” Thor points out the obvious, he is not exactly known for his fast wits – hence why him being good at creative threats is so surprising. “If you jumped like that with Modi at your back, he would be screaming and biting.”

“You don’t say.” Heimdall rolls his eyes. “She’s nothing like your stupid sons.”

“So, you are telling me,” Thor says, “that she did not make a sound since her birth and it took you a month to realize she’s fucked up, because you thought your child is just so much better than others that she doesn’t cry?”

“Absolutely fucking not, what do you take me for!” Heimdall hates that Thor’s right, that’s about what happened.

“That’s so stupid of you, it’s cute.” Thor grins and Heimdall wants to murder him.

“Eat shit, Thor. I would love to see you noticing if Sif was feeding you lies.”

He ‘forgets’ to mention that a Wulver is about to jump on Thor. Grinning, as it bites to his arm, right before Thor smashes its head.

“Not to be interrupting your delicious argument.” Baldur reappears from his short tracking (and pouting) trip in an ice-filled gorge, that Heimdall really hopes is just another dead end. “But Thor is right on this one, Heimdall, you’re an idiot.”

For the lack of anything better, Heimdall throws a piece of ice on Baldur’s head. His brother doesn’t bother dodging, it hits his head and he continues talking as if he did not even notice. “The good news is we are close and that I take no fall damage.” He motions to the chasm. “You see that deliciously bottomless hole back there?”

The hole is very much an abyss, one that likely leads to the core of this realm and appears very dark and unfriendly. Heimdall is not keen on getting any close to it with a baby at his chest… nor without her in all honesty. He looks in the future just to see if Baldur is mistaken again and… he sees them meeting the Norns. Great.

“Fuck..”

“Fuck indeed.” Thor repeats. “But I want to see you make the jump.”

“You will.” Baldur says, turns around and runs forward the abyss.

They both stand still, waiting for him to jump inside and when he finally does, they don’t move either, as there’s a long pause and then – finally – the sound of his meat splashing on the ground.

In a moment of morbid curiosity, Heimdall walks to the abyss and looks down, he can’t see anything but darkness, unfortunately. Thor follows after him, doing the same. From the bottom Baldur makes a sound that Heimdall interprets as “I broke every single bone in my body, but I’m fine.”

“So, do you want to climb on my back or should I hold you bridal style?” Thor grins.

“I can make the climb.” Heimdall rolls his eyes.

He dodges as Thor tries to pick him up anyway.

“C’mon, I’m not waiting for your slow ass to climb down. Who knows how deep that hole is.”

“Yeah, hop on, golden boy, I’m not waiting for ya!” Baldur laughs from the abyss and Heimdall curses their godly senses. At this point he starting to think that he does not actually need a healthy baby. He could always pick up one of his human children if he wanted one – and it would be without all that humiliation.

“You know, if you weren’t holding that baby, I would hang you next to Mjöllnir and be over with it.” Thor reaches for him and Heimdall sighs, letting himself to be picked up.

“Those three cunts better have an answer worth all this.” For the sake of his daughter, he swallows up the humiliation and holds on Thor’s neck.

“Can’t you see if they do?” Thor asks, lifting his hammer.

“Not their words.” Heimdall snaps and that’s the last thing he does before Thor lifts them in the air.

When they land, he immediately jumps off, Thor and tries to wipe his stink off himself. Then kicks Baldur who is laying on the ground, laughing his broken ass off.

“You look truly beautiful together.” Baldur laughs, earning another kick to his stomach from Thor. “Ow, I aaalmost felt that.”

“Get your ass up. If you are a good boy, I will let you kill them after we are done.” Thor says, sounding uncannily too much like the All-Father. Then he turns to Heimdall. “How’s the girl?”

It only then occurs Heimdall that he could check on her - he does so just to find out she’s as blank as always. “Seems fine, only for the little detail of having no soul.” He says sarcastically. Then, thanks to his foresight, adds; “Don’t say it.”

Thor doesn’t listen. “Like my ex.”

“Feeling hilarious today, aren’t we? Let’s get this over with. Just pick him up, until he recovers.”

“Nah, I’m- hey!” Thor takes protesting Baldur by one of his twisted limbs and throws him at his hip. No need to say the sight satisfies Heimdall, after all the humiliation he was put through on their trip. For a good measure, Thor covers his mouth.

“Finally.”

They walk in silence from then. It is easy to find the Norns now, Baldur’s help is no longer needed. Heimdall sees the path in his future and follows their threads until they start dropping from the air and he and his brothers are overwhelmed by them.

“Want some mead before we go in?” Thor asks, drinking some himself. Heimdall does not need to look into his eyes to know his offer is driven by pity. It pisses him off.

“No.” He snaps. He does not wait for his brother to hide the bottle before entering the lair of the Norns.

“The sons of Odin, enter the home of the Norns.” Verðandi’s voice greets them.

Urðr’s voice follows. “You should be more specific, sister. Those are not his only sons – just the ones he had kept – for now.”

“Of course.” Verðandi answers. “His oldest – Thor, who slays at his command, Baldur – the son of Freya, who wished to defeat his fate, now cursed by her attempts. And Heimdall, the all-seeing god, who failed to foresee his firstborn’s death.”

“For someone who works with babies, you for sure are cunts.” Thor says and the (seemingly) youngest of the Norns appears behind them, mocking his words by saying them at the same time he does.

“He has so many questions he wants to ask, but he doesn’t dare to, so he insults us instead.” Verðandi says.

“I could know that myself-“ Heimdall speaks and is interrupted by Skuld’s mockery. “You little shit-“

“That’s how you sound.” Thor chuckles at Heimdall, his hand still covering Baldur’s mouth. “At least you know how shitty that feels now.”

Verðandi speaks before Heimdall can. “Intimidated by those who see further than him, he tries to scare his enemies into giving him his answers.”

“In all honesty,” Heimdall says, firmly, his words once again mirrored by Skuld “I’m not at all impressed by your demonstration of a short-distanced foresight and neither are my brothers.” Oh, how he hated to call them that aloud. Still, he gives the Norns his best smile. “So, if you may, tell us how to save my child and we will leave without doing you any harm.”

“We are not threatened by you, Heimdall Son of Odin.” Urðr says. “We know how this will end and so do you.”

They are right, he sees himself leaving with his child in his arms, as soulless as before, angry but not entirely dissatisfied. They will tell him what he wants to know.

“Then stop your games-“ This time when Skuld comes to mock his words, he catches her by her neck, cuffing her. The witch yelps, as he does so. Poor thing thought she could evade him. “And tell me how to save my child.” He nods to his brothers. “Or I let Baldur eat the little one.”

Baldur lets out a growl through Thor’s hand, confident in his new position of a rapid dog. Heimdall could see in his mind that he blamed the Norns for his blessing-curse as much as he did his mother and he was ready to charge at them as soon as Thor let him go. (And Thor saw it too, it was not that hard to guess, if you spent more than five minutes around Baldur.)

“You won’t kill her.” Urðr says.

“The sons of Odin have as little patience as the All-Father himself did, when he was young.” Verðandi appears as her sister vanishes. “But they won’t cause us harm, they are too loyal to their father and he is too scared of the future.”

“You won’t speak of the All-Father like this.” Heimdall says at the same time that Thor drops Baldur and he charges at the old woman, who disappears in a wave of threads.

“I’m holding her for you, idiot.” Heimdall and Skuld say at once. “Really? Still?” Again, she mocks him.

She dodges as Baldur tries to hit her face, making his fist shoot Heimdall’s direction, he too evades it, but has to move himself – and by that the witch in his hold - a step back. “Careful! Idiot!”

Verðandi shows again. “And while the young ones fight, the eldest brother takes the lead.”

“You know what we want, what do you want in return?” Ignoring her and his brothers, Thor walks forward where Urðr stood a moment ago.

“We want nothing from you.” Urðr appears before him. “But do you want what you ask of us? Does Heimdall truly want the reanimated child to live?”

“Yes!” This time his voice is joined by not only Skuld, but Thor too.

He has to dodge another attack that Baldur misplaces. Being at the edge of his patience limit, he throws Skuld at him. Leaving him to do as he pleases with her and moves to stand next to Thor.

“Here he comes, determined to get what he came for! Or to fulfil his father’s orders perhaps?” Verðandi says. “The big brother grunts in disappointment.”

Thor grunts and Heimdall speaks before he thinks, turning to Thor. “Disappointment-”

“Shut up.” Thor says to him and then turns to the Norns. “He wants it, so what can we do?” Heimdall looks in his mind and sees only that he does not wish for this sentence to be taken out of context - and a hint of worry that Thor has no right to feel.

“Tell me, Heimdall.” Urðr says. “Will you love the girl, even when she grows ugly? There are, after all, consequences for fiddling with the fate.”

“Will she?” He looks back at Urðr. “What consequences?”

Skuld repeats his words again, indicating that Baldur couldn’t pacify her even when Heimdall caught her for him. He is truly only useful for sniffing tracks.

“He will.” Thor answers for him again.

“So, determined. But we are asking Heimdall, Thor.” Urðr says.

Verðandi speaks before he can answer. “He lies, thinking he knows so much better than us.”  

“I will.” Heimdall doesn’t really care what he says to the Norns, he can see his own fate well enough.

“And if he doesn’t then I will, satisfied?” Thor adds (and Skuld repeats).

“Pff,” Heimdall scoffs. “You beat your sons from nightfall to dawn and then again. No, thank you.”

“Are you prepared to raise a child on your own then?” Urðr asks. “Or will you ask the All-Father to give you another wife? A new mother just like you had?”

That was a low blow.

“Sure, you can, Heimdall! What are the odds that the All-Father picks a child cursing cunt for the third time!“ Baldur joins them, his grin showing bloodied teeth. Heimdall does not look in his mind to see how he got them, neither he chooses to answer to him.

“I can work it out myself. Any other questions? A riddle perhaps? They suck, I always see the answer beforehand.” He notices that he had unconsciously covered the baby with both of his hands at some point, pressing her to his chest.

“Only the last one; What will you do when she grows up more powerful than the All-Father? When she chooses not to follow his orders? What will you do when we tell you, that she won’t be on your side during the Ragnarök?”

Heimdall is taken back because he did not foresee that, Thor does not answer for him neither.

“Stunned, he stands in silence.” Verðandi comments. “He never thought of his own this way, he does not dare to think outside his father’s wishes – or he might end up like Tyr he thinks.”

“Oh, shut up.” He is ready to charge at the witch, but she disappears before he draws his sword. “I- I will let the All-Father deal with it, the way he wishes to. Is that all?”

Thor only glares at him, Baldur laughs and says “Of course you will, pussy.” Heimdall punches him.

“Let it be then.” Urðr says. “You cannot save the child’s soul – you cannot save what never was. You can only get her a new one – and you will pick one of your other children for that, seeing no other as worthy. The child will die, but its soul will live like a god.”

“A shiver runs down the father’s body, as he listens, but he tries to think pragmatically of it.” Verðandi very much nails what happens inside Heimdall’s head, if only she would do that silently.

 “And how shall I anchor the soul in her body?” He asks. “That’s giant magic.”

“You will have to convince one to do it.”

 “He looks at his brother-“ Verðandi starts saying, only to be interrupted by Heimdall, whose patience finally ran out.

“Oh, will you shut up?!” He shouts, throwing is hands. “How am I supposed to find one?!”

“You will have to catch one on the Wall.” Urðr mocks him.

“Great, we are leaving.” Heimdall (and Skuld) say.

“He turns away, feeling angry, because it’s easier than to admit he is afraid. But he is not the only one with questions.” Verðandi says. “The oldest can swallow them and leave, long used to keeping his thoughts to himself, but the youngest – he will ask them.”

Thor indeed follows Heimdall’s lead. They can hear Baldur behind them. “How can I break my curse?” He asks.

“You will-“

They do not hear the answer, they walk away and don’t stop until they reach the place they started at, marked by Baldur’s blood on the ground. They wait for Baldur to finish his questioning – and maybe executing, neither of them really cared.

“You still don’t want mead?” Thor asks, untying the bottle from his belt and taking a long swing.

“Leave me some.” Heimdall says in defeat, reaching for the bottle.

Thor gives him the bottle with no other word and Heimdall finishes it off in one swing, although it was still half-full. From behind they can hear Baldur walking forward them.

“And then I thought you had left for the baby-murdering quest without me.” He laughs.

Heimdall throws the now empty bottle at him. “We should’ve just left you to rot here.”

“You should.” Baldur grins. “Oh wait, am I being too feeless?” Before he can say more, Thor grabs him by the head, breaking his neck in one swift move. Then he throws his body over his shoulder.

“Are you coming, or would you rather take the climb?” He asks Heimdall.

“I will climb.” He answers. “But I don’t need her for that.” He starts untying the cloth holding Bylgja and then hands her to Thor. “Take her to Asgard, I will be back with the soul soon.” He answers the question Thor was thinking, but did not (to his own luck) dare to ask.

Thor nods, swings Mjöllnir and flies away. Leaving Heimdall to his thoughts alone. He sighs and starts climbing, the abyss is so deep that he – with his sight – barely sees the exit. At least he has a time to think over his next actions. Acquiring the soul will be easy enough, but the only Giant he knew of that still remained outside Jötunheim was the very one that had cursed his child. Living giant anyway, maybe some of the dead ones could help?

To be continued.. I'm an attention whore who did not want to wait for posting. I'm not sure if this should be posted like this on Ao3 or two separate fics: Heimdall pov and reader pov, so people who don't like x reader can read the Odinsons adventure fic. Tell me your opinion..

[uverdugr]

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“I...” It was rare for him to find saying what he had in his mind so difficult. “I wanted to protect you just a bit longer. Just a moment or three for you not having to even think about it.”