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braveclementine · 2 months

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Titan

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

Tony was hidden with the others in the ruins of Titan. The purple grape came through a portal of black, blue, and a little white, looking around, and sighing heavily.

"Oh yeah." Stephen said. He was sitting in the rubble, looking almost sexy with his sitting pose. "You're much more of a Thanos."

"I take it the Maw is dead." Thanos asked and Stephen nodded his head. "This day extracts a heavy toll." He walked towards where the wizard was sitting, "Still, he accomplished his mission."

"You may regret that." Stephen replied in a gravely voice, "He brought you face to face with the Master of the Mystic Arts."

"And where do you think he brought you?" The purple grape grew closer and closer to the wizard.

"Let me guess." Strange said, almost sarcastically. "Your home?"

Thanos paused where he was standing propping one leg up on the rock, almost leaning on it, "It was. And it was beautiful."

The world changed around them, almost giving Tony motion sickness. He could even see people walking down where the fountain square would have been. The destroyed machines in the background were flying now in the sky, and the others were large buildings for conventions and such.

"Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, and not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution."

"Genocide." Strange finished for him, looking skeptical.

"But at random, dispassionate, fair to rich and poor alike. They called me a madman. And what I predicted came to pass." The illusion dropped, returning to its normal, ruined state.

"Congratulations." Strange's voice definitely dripped with sarcasm this time. "You're a prophet."

"I'm a survivor."

It took all of Tony's strength not to sing, 'I'm a survivor, I'm not gonna give up.'

"Who wants to murder trillions." Strange answered harshly.

"With all six stones, I could simply snap my fingers, and they would all cease to exist. I call that. . . Mercy." Thanos said, demonstrating the snapping of fingers with his ungloved hand.

Stephen stood up then, walking down the steps, "And then what?"

"I finally rest. . . And watch the sun rise on a grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest wills."

"I think you'll find-" Stephen clasped his wrists together, "our will-" the orange shields started to appear, "equal to yours."

"Our?" Thanos asked as Tony flew down with the hunk of metal in front of him. He was scanning through it to see his target below him.

"Piece of cake Quil." Tony retorted as it smashed to the ground, squashing the man like a bug.

"Yeah, if your goal was to piss him off." Quil responded, flying in from the other side.

Purple power erupted from underneath the metal and then red glowed as the metal all turned into bats. Tony tried to shoot them, but they swarmed him, flying him backwards, overwhelming him.

Peter webbed him in the eye and Drax leapt down, slashing Thanos across the back of his leg. Strange summoned a blade, but Thanos stopped it, ripping the webbing away from his eye. Advancing on Strange, attempting to kick him as the wizard produced a shield. It blocked the kick, but the force still sent the wizard flying backwards.

Quil and Strange worked together, Quil blasting him with his gun, Stephen throwing magic at the purple eggplant.

Ew. Tony was going to have to stop sending eggplant emojis to Y/N after this.

Quil shot Thanos from behind, causing Thanos to turn. He used Stephen's portals to jump from each of them, flipping behind Thanos, placing a bomb on his back. He turned to face Thanos, disengaging the face plate. "Boom!" He shouted, giving him the middle finger, before falling backwards into one of the wizards' full portals. The bomb went off, electricity crawling over the grapes' body.

Stephen's cloak wrapped around the gloved gauntlet, before the wizard started opening portals and the spider kid started jumping out of them.

"Magic!"

"More magic!"

"Magic with a kick!" he kicked Thanos in the face.

"Magic with a-" Peter was cut off as Thanos grabbed him around the throat, slamming him into the ground. He threw Peter at Strange and the wizard was knocked to the ground, the spider slammed against the metal box.

He ripped the cloak off his hand and Tony took that as his cue, swinging back around, dropping explosions and sending bullets at the standing Titan.

Tony groaned as the Titan sucked the flames up, before sending them at him. Tony cried out, caught up in the flames, getting blasted back into one of the now destroyed and ruined buildings.

Tony made it out to see a blue thing go flying and crashing, before the wizard wrapped glowing red ropes around the gauntlet, pulling. Drax knocked the Titan to his knees. Tony landed, the ropes releasing and he started to pull with all of his strength as Peter started to wrap rope around him.

Stephen opened a portal above his head so that Mantis could drop down and put the Titan to sleep.

They were all grunting, Strange digging his heels in as he used the red ropes on the other hand now. Peter digging the new legs Tony had designed into the concrete. Mantis pressed harder against his temples and Drax kept him down with his arms around his legs. Tony continued to pull at the gauntlet, feeling it give, inch by inch.

"Is he under? Don't let up." Tony commanded.

"Be quick. He is very strong!" Mantis said, her feelers glowing white and she squeezed her eyes closed.

"Parker? Help! Get over here." Tony called out. Peter hurried to his side, "She can't hold him much longer. Let's go. We gotta open his fingers to get it off!"

Quil suddenly landed, almost gloating as he sauntered over, "I thought you'd be harder to catch. For the record, this was my plan. Not so strong now, huh? Where's Gamora?"

"My. . . Gamora. . .?" Thanos groaned.

"Oh, bull–shit. Where is she?" Quil growled. Tony already knew the answer, because Quil had screamed in pain earlier. Tony already knew the answer, because the soul stone was on the glove.

"He is in anguish." Mantis finalized Tony's thoughts. He pulled harder at the glove. Once Quil realized, punches were going to be thrown and he needed the glove off before that happened.

"Good." Quil replied coldly, not realizing what that meant.

Mantis was crying now as she continued, "He. . . he. . . he mourns!"

"What does this monster have to mourn?!" Drax asked angrily.

"Gamora." The blue woman person robot thing whispered.

"What?" Quil asked her.

"He took her to Vormir. He came back with the Soul Stone. . . but she didn't."

"Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now, understand?" Tony panicked, warning him. He watched Quil turn to Thanos and pulled harder, "Don't, don't, don't engage, we've almost got this off!"

"Tell me she's lying." Quil ordered. "ASSHOLE! Tell me you didn't do it!"

"I. . . had. . . to. . ." Thanos mumbled.

Quil was starting to tear up, realizing what his past pain meant. "No, you didn't. . . No, you didn't" Quil hit Thanos across the face with his gun. "NO YOU DIDN'T!" He hit again, throwing Mantis' hands off of Thanos, starting to wake him up.

"Stop!" Tony grabbed Quil, trying to get him away from Thanos.

Thanos fought them with an equal strength and Tony saw that Strange actually looked surprised as he was yanked and tossed over Thanos' head. Thanos stopped the blue girl, Quil, and Drax from charging with the power stone.

Tony lunged, bringing his arms down, fighting against Thanos now. The Titan head butted him and Tony went flying backwards, tumbling over backwards.

Tony watched as Thanos pulled power from the moon above them. Tony lunged into the air as it started to come down on Titan. Tony flew up, placing his back against it, trying to boost upwards, but instead, was crushed underneath it, between the moon and the planet.

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Stephen stepped onto a rock as things started to explode on the planet. The young boy was turning out to be useful, saving the others as they were unconscious in the air.

Stephen wasted no time, pulling up his shields and then slamming them into the ground. Thanos managed to dodge them just barely, trying to slam him with a burst of power from the power stone. Stephen blocked it with a mirror dimension, sending it at him.

He managed to suck the mirror dimension into one of the other stones, before sending it at Strange. He created a shield, the power turning into gentle blue butterflies.

Stephen lifted into the air, using his powers to create multiples of him, all of them identical and flowing outwards. In sync, all two hundred of them lashed out at him with their ropes, capturing his entire body.

Thanos used the power stone, dispersing his copies back into his body. Stephen was jolted in the air a little. Suddenly, Stephen found himself flying towards the Titan, into his hand around his neck.

"You are full of tricks wizard." Thanos said, before ripping the eye of agamotto off of his chest. "But you never once used your greatest weapon." He crushed it in his hand revealing. . .nothing. "A fake." Thanos almost smiled. Stephen struggled to get out of his grasp.

He tossed Stephen to the ground and he rolled over until he was on his stomach.

He heard Iron feet hit the ground and heard Tony say rather angrily, "If you throw another moon at me, then I'm gonna lose it."

Stephen almost chuckled.

"Stark." Thanos hissed.

"You know me?" Tony asked.

"I do. You're not the only one cursed with knowledge."

"My only curse is you." Tony responded.

Stephen rolled over in time to see Stark send missiles at him.

"Come on." Thanos growled, lifting his gauntlet to block them.

Tony flew forwards, bashing him in the chest with his feet, doing a back tuck in midair, landing then. His blasters slammed Thanos back into the rock behind him. Thanos reached forward, ripping the head off, going to punch him and did so, just as Tony blocked it with another helmet.

Nanotech. Stark really had outdone himself.

Thanos ripped the lock that Tony had placed on his hand, blasting him with purple aura from the power stone. Tony blocked it with one of his shields. Then Tony flew out from behind the shield, slamming his hand down, locking it with a new prothesis of his foot, his arm turning into more of a hammer shape, slamming Thanos across the face.

"All that for a drop of blood." Thanos grinned.

He knocked Stark to his feet, punching him over and over. Stephen wished he could get up, even though he had seen what would happen, knew Stark would survive. He still wanted to get up.

He had to admit, Stark gave it his all. Even as bits of his suit were destroyed, he sent it to other parts, trying to use his blasters. Switching from his legs, to create a sharp weapon. A weapon which Thanos broke off, and then stabbed through his stomach.

Stephen knew at that moment on Earth, Y/N would scream in pain and know that Tony was in danger. But she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

"You have my respect Stark. When I'm done, half of humanity will still be alive. I hope they remember you." Thanos stepped back from him.

"Stop." Stephen cried out and Thanos turned, not lowering the gauntlet which he was going to destroy Tony with. "Spare his life and I will give you the stone."

"No tricks." Thanos growled.

Stephen shook his head, heart beating in his chest. Betraying everything he knew. At least. . . at least when it all ended, neither he nor Sam would have to spend that five years without each other. They would both be gone, and then both come back. And they would help each other through that missing five years.

"Don't." Tony choked out as Thanos turned the gauntlet of stones towards Stephen.

But Stephen lifted his hand, revealing the green Time stone. Thanos held his hand out for it and Stephen felt like he was near tears. Yes, he and Sam would survive. But Natasha wouldn't. Stark wouldn't in the end. Even though he barely knew the two, he knew Y/N at the very least. And they had kids. . .

Stephen let the stone go, and it floated towards Thanos. Tony grunted, trying to breathe through the pain.

"One to go." Thanos grunted.

A bullet suddenly bounced off his gauntlet as Quil came flying out of nowhere, shooting at him. Thanos didn't even looked phased, stepping backwards into the same portal as he had come. Quil fell forwards into the wreckage.

Quil got to his feet, dropping his face plate, "WHERE IS HE?"

Tony closed up his wound with sort of icing mechanism.

And then Quil asked, "Did we just lose?"

Stephen heard Tony asked quietly, "Why would you do that?"

Stephen simply said, "We're in the endgame now."

And they would lose.

But they would win. . . with loss.

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Tony was helped to his feet by Peter. Quil had an arm around Mantis' body while Drax and the blue girl came down as well. He noticed that the wizard stayed where he was, beaten, bruised, bloody, defeated.

He remembered on the ship that the wizard had said he wouldn't trade the stone for any lives. But he had traded it for his.

"Somethings happening." Mantis said shakily and Tony watched with horror as she suddenly started to turn into what looked like dust or ash. Maybe even small, curled dead brown leaves. Quil stared in surprise.

They looked over and saw Drax looking down at his arm. And all he did was look back up and ask, "Quil?" Before he was completely gone.

"Steady Quil." Tony said, feeling panicked himself. Was Y/N witnessing this? Or worse- was this happening to Y/N?

"Oh man." Quil whispered, before turning into dust.

"Tony."

Tony turned around to face Stephen. He had his arm propped on his knee, holding the photo of Sam that Tony had given him. Yet, he still looked up at Tony while he spoke, "There was no other way." And he held his gaze until he too turned into dust.

"Mr. Stark?" A pained voice said.

Tony slowly turned to face the kid, heart ramming painfully in his chest. Surely he wasn't going to lose every single one of them, was he?

"I don't feel so good." Peter cried out.

"You're alright." Tony said, almost harshly, more trying to convince himself.

"I don't know what's happening." Peter said, looking down at his hands, stumbling forwards. He tripped, falling into Tony and Tony caught him in his arms. The boy clutched him hard. "I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go. Sir, please. Please, I don't wanna go."

Tony slowly lowered the boy until he could lay him flat on his back. Tony tried to remind himself that even if Peter had stayed on Earth, it would still be happening to him. "Sir." Peter whispered, looking at him, before his eyes adverted to the sky, and he was gone too.

Tony slid his hand into the ash, finding nothing, before wiping his hands. He sat up, curling into himself a little.

"He did it." The blue girl whispered behind him. She sat down, not quite next to him, but close enough.

Tony felt a strange emptiness in him. They had lost. Completely. Yet, Strange had said it was the only way. . . there had to be more.

His hands were covered in blood- his blood. His wound was closed up, his suit was destroyed. And he was left in space, on a planet that he didn't even know had existed, with a girl that looked like she was a cyborg with blue skin.

"Oh God." He whispered. "Oh God."

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lexiepoch · 2 years

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They Find you Having a Nightmare

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Tony Stark: "Y/N? What's going on?" says your boyfriend, Tony, rolling over when he hears you making noise. You're clearly still asleep, but whimpers of pain escape your lips every few seconds. Your eyebrows cross as your nose wrinkles.

"No! Please Dad! Stop! It hurts! Dad! Stop! Stop please!" You call out in your sleep, hands curling into fists on your chest, clutching at the top you stole from Tony's closet.

"Y/N, baby, it's okay! You're safe now. You're not there anymore! Wake up baby! Wake up Y/N!" says Tony, frantically shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you. "Baby, wake up! Wake up, love!"

"Huh?! What happened?!" you say, bolting upright, finally waking.

"Oh, thank god. You were having a nightmare again baby. Come here, I'll hold you. Let's go back to sleep, it's not quite morning yet. We can still get a few hours before you need to get up for work." he says, pulling you back down into a laying position, but rolling you so you're cuddled up against his chest.

"Sorry Tones. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

"You never disturb me babe. Go to sleep, four o'clock is going to come around really fast. Don't worry about it." he says, pecking you forehead, encouraging you to relax into him further.

Pepper Potts: As Pepper comes home from another day at Stark Industries, instead of finding you dancing around the kitchen while making dinner, she finds a quiet apartment. Almost too quiet. "Y/N? Baby, where are you?" she asks into the silence. That's when she hears it, a quiet whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Hurriedly, she kicks off her stilettos and makes her way to where the noise is coming from.

"No, Pep, please don't leave me! Please, I need you Pep! I'm nothing without you, I'm a mess. You know that! Come back please!" you beg, obviously asleep. Tears roll down your pale cheeks. Pepper kneels down in front of you, before softly taking your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

"Y/N, baby, wake up. Wake up for me sweetie. You're okay, I'm never going to leave you." she coos, helping wake you from your nightmare.

"Pep! Oh Pepper! Oh thank god you're here!" you cry, waking suddenly and throwing your arms around her neck.

"Hey baby. It's alright, I've got you. Pepper's here, my love. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm never going to leave you, not for anyone." she soothes, rubbing your back underneath your sleep shirt. Minutes pass and slowly your breathing settles back down to its normal pace. "Feeling better, babes?"

"Yeah, thanks Pepper. Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay, as long as you feel better now. My pretty little baby. My needy little baby." she coos, pulling back to pinch your cheek, causing you to whine unhappily.

"Pepper! Stop! Don't like that!" you complain, pouting at your girlfriend. She chuckles, leaning forward, kissing the pout off of your lips.

"Cutie!"

You roll your eyes at that. "Pep, I just woke up from a nightmare, I'm dressed in a massive shirt and barely there panties. I'm the opposite of cute right now." You complain, flopping onto your back, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the sun.

"You'll always be a cutie to me, Y/N. Even in your crappy Walmart brand sleep shirts and barely there panties and messed up hair." she teases, standing up bedside the bed.

"Hey! Leave my Walmart shirts out of this! It's all I can afford, I don't make nearly half of what you do, Pep. You know that."

"You realize I am willing to buy you nicer things, right babes?"

"No! Charity is not allowed! You're lucky I let you pay the rent for this place."

"It's not charity baby. It's called a gift. My pretty baby deserves pretty things." she coos, pulling you out of the bed and planting light kisses to the crown of your head.

Peter Parker: "Morning babe. How'd you sleep?" you say, as Peter slides his arms around your waist and leans down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty good, caught a robber last night, that was fun. How about you? Was it a good night or a bad night?"

“Bad. Had a nightmare again. But it's okay, I got five hours, I'm all good." You say, like getting less than eight hours a night was normal and healthy.

"I thought I told you to call me if you had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Why didn't you?"

"Because Pete, you need your sleep, I can do without. It's fine, just drop it okay? We've got to get to homeroom." you say, sliding out of his grasp, shutting your locker.

"Babe! Don't be like that! You know I care about your health, mental and physical. At least tell me what the nightmare was about?"

"Alright, fine. I watched you and May die and I couldn't do anything about it. I cried for about half an hour while my coffee brewed. Once I had my coffee I was fine. I'll see you in Chemistry Pete." you say, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yep, see you in Chem." he says, returning the affection before you disappear into your homeroom.

Sam Wilson: As Sam comes home from his morning run he notices you on the couch, sleeping somewhat peacefully. "She must've gotten back from work while I was out." he mutters, heading past you to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he quickly changes and heads back out to the living room, expecting to find you still sleeping peacefully. What he wasn't expecting to find was you wide awake and panting. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks, sitting down on the couch arm, placing an apprehensive hand on your shoulder.

"Ahh!" You scream, before noticing who's in front of you. "Oh, sorry Sammy. I, uh, had a nightmare again. Don't worry about it, though. Sorry for screaming in your face." you say, cringing away from him slightly.

"Hey, it's okay. You have issues, we all do. Just relax, I'll go get you some water, okay?" he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets off of the arm and starts making his way towards the kitchen.

"Wait! Sammy!" you call after him.

"Yeah babe?" he asks, turning back to face you.

"Can you get me some of that juice I like instead, please?" you give him puppy eyes.

"Of course I can. Anything for you, babe."

Steve Rogers: Steve wakes up to his alarm going off, and notices you're not in the bed beside him. Confused, he glanced towards your ensuite bathroom. The light's off as well. "Oh shit. She probably had a nightmare again." He mutters, getting up out of bed. He grabs a shirt and throws it on before heading into the rest of the compound. He comes into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in front of you.

"Morning Stevie. Sorry for leaving you, I couldn't go back to sleep. There's coffee in the pot if you want some." You say, smiling sheepishly at the super soldier.

“Morning princess, how's the hips?" He teases, kissing your head.

"A little sore, you left hand prints you know?" You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You wink at him, pulling up the side of your shirt to show him the edge of the bruise he left.

"Seriously, I did? Wow, I didn't mean to baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?" He says, shocked.

"The usual. You and the team dead. Fury dead. But I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Stevie."

"Are you sure bubs? Normally you can get back to sleep. What was different this time?"

"Nothing Stevie. Remember I went to bed earlier than normal last night?"

"Oh right, forgot that. I fucked you so well you were too tired to stay up, even for aftercare. " He says getting a coffee mug out.

"Yeah. I need a shower, want to join me or are you gonna go on a run today?" You say, finishing your coffee off with one big gulp.

Steve looks at you, looks at the coffee mug in his hand before putting it back into the cupboard quickly. "Let's go, I can run tomorrow." He says grabbing you by your waist, swinging you over his shoulder with ease. You giggle as he carries you back down the hall.

Bucky Barnes: "Doll! Wake up!" Yells Bucky, aggressively shaking your shoulder. You were having a terrible nightmare. Kicking, screaming, hitting. With one final scream you shoot upright, breathing heavily. You clutch at your chest, feeling your heart race. "Y/N, it's alright. You're here with me, it's James. Breathe doll. Take a deep breath for me, hun. There, that's better. Just breathe doll, I'm not going anywhere. You're alright. You're never gonna have to face him again. I promise. We will protect you." He says, knowing that the reason for your nightmare was your abusive ex-fiancé.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah doll? I'm right here. F. R. I. D. A. Y. turn on the bedside lamp please. Hey, look at me doll. What wrong?"

"I just want you to know that I- I love you, Buck. I love you a lot."

"I love you too doll. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? I'll be right here, as always." You nod, laying back down, curling into your boyfriends side, clinging to his waist, pulling him to lay with you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn the lamp back off." He mumbles, holding you to his side protectively.

Bruce Banner: You lay in your bed panting as your husband leaves the room to fetch you a glass of water. When he returns, he sets the glass on the bedside table and gently pulls you into a sitting position. "Y/N, breathe for me love. Take deep breaths, you had a real bad fright. You need to bring your heart rate down before you drink anything, otherwise you will likely choke. Y/N, look at me. He's in jail, you never have to worry about him again. I promise my love, you're safe from him now." says Bruce, rubbing your back and planting tender kisses on your forehead.

"Brucie, what if he gets out? What am I supposed to do if he gets out?" you say, eyes teary.

"He won't, he's in for life Y/N. And if on the off chance that he escapes, the team will take him out. We've got you, love."

Natasha Romanoff: "What is it, babe?" says your girlfriend over the phone, clearly having just woken up to answer your call. Even though you're only a few floors away from her, you had to call her, you couldn't convince your body to move.

"Nat, can- can you come to my r-room?" you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. You hear the rustling of her bed sheets as she gets up.

"Yeah I can baby! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again, love?" she says, her bedroom door creaking shut in the background.

"Mhm, I can't move Natty. It's happening again! I can't move!" you cry, sobs shaking your entire body, despite you not being able to move your limbs. You can hear her bare feet run up the stairs of the compound, and try to calm yourself down, but the hysteria takes over you an the phone falls out of your hand onto the bed.

"Baby! Y/N, I'm coming sweetie! Listen to my voice Y/N. Listen to me, my lyubov. I need you to breathe for me. Y/N! You need to breathe for me!" She says, opening the stairwell door, practically sprinting down the hall to your bedroom. She quickly throws your door open, letting it bang against the wall, and rushes to your bedside. "Hey! Look at me baby! Look at me Y/N! Hey, hi. Yeah, breathe for me dorogoy. Good, yes! Just like, that my lyubov. Just relax everything for me. There you go my lyubov. Do you want to tell me about it?" She coos, stroking your hair away from your face.

"It was the Chitauri. You and the whole team dead. Loki on a throne, chaos." you whimper, leaning into your girlfriends hand.

"They're gone dekta. You don't need to worry about that. Loki is back on Asgard where he belongs." she comforts you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Clint Barton: As you walk into your apartment you notice Clint's bow sitting on the couch and you can hear the tap running in the bathroom. You close the door and lean against it, waiting for him to emerge so you can throw yourself at him. When he finally does leave the bathroom you do just as you had planned and attack him in a hug but not before noticing the cuts, scrapes and healing bullet wounds on his bare upper body. "You're home!" you cry out, burying your face in his neck. You let your tears run, and practically bawl into his neck.

"Hey baby! Y/N? What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hugging you back. The sobs wrack through you body, leaving you shaking terribly in between the heaves. He gently shushes you as he carries you over to the couch. He pushes his bow to the floor with a clatter and sits down on the cushions, pulling you into his lap in order to comfort you. He rocks you back and forth gently as you continue to cry.

"You got shot at!? Again?!" you whimper, brushing light finger tips over the healing wounds. He nods, stroking your hair. "Oh god, it's all coming true. Oh shit. Clint, what if you die?! What am I supposed to tell our friends if you go out on a mission one day and don't return?" you ask, tears coming to your eyes once more.

"Y/N, don't be upset! Don't start crying again love! It's fine, I'm fine. Now, tell me, what's got you reacting like this?" he croons, rubbing your back and pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead.

"I had a nightmare, you had gone on a mission with Nat and Coulson and they returned but you didn't. They said you died in gunfire. I was so terrified when I woke up." you say, your body still shaking.

"I promise that won't happen any time soon. I have the next two weeks off. Let's just relax and cuddle for a bit, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds nice." you say, trying to continue to take deep breaths and slow the shaking to a minimal amount."

Wanda Maximoff: You slip from your bed and pad across the room towards the door. Trying to be quiet you open the door, intending to slip out into the hall and go sit in the main room until the others began to wake. Your plan fails quite quickly because as you open the door, the hinges creak surprisingly loud, waking your girlfriend. "Y/N? Why are you out of bed? Where are you going, kitten?" she asks, sitting up in the bed, cocking her head to the side confused.

"Was going to the main room Wands. Didn't mean to wake you, sorry." you mumble, ears drooping on top of your head. Your tail dips down to rest between your legs.

"Why were you goin' to the main room, kitten?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had a nightmare again." you whisper under your breath.

"Y/N, kitten, you need to speak up. I didn't hear a thing you just said." she coos.

"Had a nightmare Wands. Scared me and didn't wanna bother you." you admit, bowing your head, ashamed.

"Baby, if you have nightmare you wake me up! Come here my love. No need to be ashamed, everyone gets them. Come here, yes, come back to bed little one. You're safe here. Come cuddle with me, kitten." says Wanda softly. Abashedly you walk back over to the bed and climb in with her again. She gently grabs your waist and pulls you across the mattress so you're laying against her chest. She begins to hum an old Sokovian lullaby to you, while scratching behind your ears. Your feline instincts tell you to curl up in to her, to wrap your tail around her thigh. So you give in and do just that.

When she finishes the song, you're practically asleep. "Wanda?" you mumble into her chest.

"Yes kitten? Something wrong?" she asks, quietly.

"Nothin's wrong. Just wanted you to know I wuv you." you slur, nuzzling closer to her.

She chuckles quietly, continuing to rub at your ears. You purr unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of her nails on your scalp. "I love you too kitten. Go to sleep now honey." She whispers, kissing your temple.

Pietro Maximoff: "No. No, no no. No. He can't be! You promised me he would come back Stark! Same with you Steve. You promised me my boyfriend would come back alive and well!" you shout. Pietro looks over at you, noticing that you're asleep and having a nightmare. He quickly places his book on the floor and rushes over to you, crossing your small apartment bedroom in less than half a second.

"Draga, I'm here. I'm alive draga. Y/N, wake up! Wake up my dear!" he says, shaking your shoulders, trying to wake you. "Wake up, draga!" he shouts in your ear, shocking you awake. You bolt into a sitting position, crashing your forehead on your boyfriends.

"Ow. That hurt." you mutter, clutching your head in pain.

"Oh! I'm sorry draga! I'll go get you some ice! I'll be right back." he says, holding his forehead as well. He leans down and presses a kiss to your head before running out of the room and returning five seconds later with two ice packs in his hands.

"Thank you baby. I love you Pietro." you say, taking the cold pack he offers to you before reaching up with your free hand to pull him in for a sweet kiss. You feel him smile slightly into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.

Thor Odinson: As soon as you wake from the horrible dream, you get up from your bed and stride to your balcony. "Oh, lord." You mumble. Holding your chest, you look out at the sunrise over the royal gardens, and notice movement by the royal stables. Upon a closer look, you realize it is Lady Sif, prepping a horse for a ride.

"Darling? What are you doing out on the balcony this early in the morning? The sun's not even fully up yet. Come back to bed, my queen." mumbles Thor, his eyes open to little slits, peering over at you from the bed.

"Sorry Thor, darling. I had a nightmare and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to wake you, my love." you say quietly, crossing the room again.

"Oh, no. You didn't wake me. I just sensed your missing presence and woke up. A nightmare you say. What was it about?" he asks, worry evident on his face as you join him in bed again.

"I'll tell you about it later darling. Let's just go back to sleep. I am still tired and bet you are too." you say, sliding to snuggle against your fiance's chest.

"Alright. Sleep well my love. Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you too, Thor."

Loki Laufeyson: "Darling! Darling wake up!" yells your husband, shaking your shuddering from. You bolt upright, nearly bashing your forehead on his. Before you do, his hand blocks your foreheads from touching with a gentle hand. "Love, relax. Breathe. It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe my dear." he soothes, hands snaking around you and pulling your body to rest on top of his. He gently tucks your head into the conjunction between his neck and shoulder.

"Oh Norns." you mumble, struggling to even out your breaths.

"You're alright my dear. I'm here for you. I'm here." he says softly, hand rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck. Your shaking shoulders gradually become still as your breath evens out. "Would you like to tell me why you were screaming in your sleep, my queen?" he asks quietly.

"I was having a nightmare, Loki." you mutter into his skin.

He rolls his eyes before speaking again."Yes, I understand that you were having a nightmare my love. Do you mind telling me what it was about?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I watched you die... By the hands of Thor." you whisper, tucking your face closer to his neck.

"Well, seeing as Thor could barely catch me when we were younger, I doubt he could catch me now. Let alone overpower me. You have nothing to worry about my love. Thor is too much of a people-pleaser to even think about killing me." he says, chuckling slightly.

"I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. I love you, Loki." you mumble, letting your breathing even out.

"Alright my dear. I'll see you in the morning. I love you too, my queen." he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness.

Lady Sif: "My dear, what on Midguard are you doing awake so early?" asks your wife, coming into the armoury. She comes up beside you, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you flinch away from her. "Y/N? What is wrong, my love?" She asks, concern on her face.

"Nothing Sif. I'm fine." you say, pulling your silver polish out of your tool belt, along with a shammy. You grab one of the swords off the wall and pour some polish onto your cloth and begin to rubs at a tarnished spot on the blade.

"No you're not. You flinched when I went to give you a kiss. Not once in the time we were courting and in our marriage have you ever flinched at my actions. So tell me, what is wrong?" she says, pulling the weapon in your hands away and placing it on the bench before moving to stand in front of you. She takes your hands in hers and looks down at you. "Y/N. Tell me what's wrong." she says as tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"I'm scared Sif. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you to battle. I need you. I- I just don't want to lose you to a mistake on the battle field." you whimper, sniffling slightly as you try to stop the tears that are beginning to flow.

"Oh Y/N. Come here my love. It's alright. I'm here. And when I'm not, I'm being careful on the battlefield. I promise you, I won't leave you in the way of death in battle. You're alright." says your wife, pulling you into her body. She hugs you close to her as you cry into her shoulder. When you finally manage to stop the tears and pull away from your wife, she stops you as you reach for the sword again. "You and I are both taking the day. One of the others will get to it. Leave it, love. Let's go back to our chambers and cuddle for a bit. Sound good?"

"But what about-?" she cuts you off with a peck of a kiss.

"No. Leave it. I'll have a kitchen maid bring us some food around lunch and again at dinner. Put the shammy away." she says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the armoury. Hastily you stuff the shammy cloth back into the pouch where it came from. When you reach your quarters, Sif closes the door and begins to undress you. When she begins to unlace your corset, you let out a deep, relieved breath. You let her strip you down to your bra and underwear before pulling away from her slightly. "You're alright, my love. I wasn't going to strip you naked, I just want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go lay down while I undress?" she suggests, pulling you against her gently. She presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head and you return them on her collarbones. You eventually pull away and go lay on your shared king sized bed. You watch as your wife begins to undress herself in front of you. "Do you like what you see, my love?" she teases, pulling her under shirt off to reveal her toned abdominal muscles and her breasts.

"You know I do, Sif. Now come cuddle me." you flirt back before demanding her physical affection. She smiles and climbs into bed with you.

"I'm here, my love. Do want to tell me what your nightmare was fully about?" she asks letting you cuddle into her, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Just a large battle. You dying. Lots of blood. You were dying very slowly, bleeding out from a deep dagger wound to the abdomen. It was right about here." you say, shifting yourself back wards and moving your hand to rest on the lower left side of her abdomen. You blush slightly as you realize where your hand is.

"Darling are you blushing? Just from touching my bare midriff?" Sif asks, glancing down at your face. You nod shyly. "Darling we have been married for over a thousand years! Adorable you are!" she says, pulling you tighter against herself.

Dr. Strange: You bolt upright in your bed and see the Cloak of Levitation floating right beside you. "I'm fine, Levi. Do not tell Stephen that I am awake. It's nothing but a little night-terror. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." you say to the fabric, using a strict voice. You listen carefully and hear absolute silence. "Stephen must be downstairs. I should be safe to hop in the shower then." You slip out of bed, and shove your feet into your slippers. Walking to your bathroom, you manage to not cause a single floorboard to creak under your feet. The New York Sanctum is eerily quiet. As you begin to apply the conditioner to your hair, there is a knock on the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" asks Stephens voice from outside the bathroom.

"For fucks sake." you mutter, rinsing your hands off in the stream of water. "Yes Steve! I'm fine! Just woke up a little early!" you call to him, lying through your teeth.

"No you didn't. You never 'just wake up early' Y/N. Don't lie to me." he says, opening the door and stepping inside. You roll your eyes as he leans against the counter top. "Tell me the truth, hon. Why are you awake three and a half hours before you usually are?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You turn towards him and glare through the fogged glass at him. "Glare all you like, sweetheart. I'm staying here until you answer my question." he says stubbornly.

"Stephen Vincent Strange. Get your ass out of the bathroom, right now. I had a nightmare. Nothing too bad but enough to wake me up. Now get out!" you say, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

"Alright. Alright. I love you." he calls as he leaves.

"I love you too, Steve." you smile at his retreating form before shutting the water off. You step out and wrap your torso in a towel before wiping your feet on the mat and returning to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and walk towards the walk in closet you share with your husband. grabbing some clothes you dry yourself off before dropping the towel to the floor. As you bend over to pull your underwear up your legs, you feel a large hand smack your ass and grab hold of it. "Steve. Now is not the time. The Avengers are visiting later this morning. We can't do this right now." you say, straightening up and pulling the thin cloth up your legs easily.

"Come on love. It won't take long, I promise." he says, groping your breast from behind, pressing his crotch to your ass.

"No Stephen. I love you, but we both know you can't keep it short. Later." you say, turning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before drawing away from him to continue dressing.

Carol Danvers: When Carol opens the door to your apartment, it's nearly three in the morning so she is very surprised to see you on the couch, wide awake. "Y/N? What are you doing up, my love?" she asks, shutting the door softly and dropping her duffel onto the wooden floor.

"Carol! You're home!" you say, a smile breaking out on your face. You get up to go give her a hug and kiss but you fall back onto the couch. That's when Carol gets a text message from Fury.

"Check on Agent Y/L/N. She's been unsteady at work recently and been drinking a lot more coffee and energy drinks." it reads. She nods before glancing back at you.

"Y/N? What's wrong my love? Fury says you haven't been normal recently. No sweetie, don't try and get up, I'll come to you." she says, tucking he phone back into her pocket before crossing the room to sit with you. When she sits next to you, you almost immediately slump into her and begin to shake. "Hey, Y/N, look at me please. Look at me baby. Oh, babes, you look so tired. So tired. Why haven't you been sleeping?" she coos, stroking your cheek.

"Nightmares. Been having nightmares. Why am I shaking?! Why can't I stop shaking?! What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop shaking Carol!?" you begin to panic, which makes your body shake harder.

"Baby, calm down. Take a deep breath for me. Take some deep breaths. Nick says your been drinking lots of coffee and energy drinks. How long has it been since you slept, baby? Do you know how long it's been?"

"Three days? Maybe four?" you say, still clearly panicking.

"Oh Y/N. You're not going in tomorrow. No, you’re staying here so I can take care of you. Let's go to bed, yeah?" she says, pressing light kisses to your forehead.

"No! No! I can't sleep! I'll have nightmares again!" you protest, but Carol's already picked you up into the cradle of her arms.

"You're fine baby. I'm here. I'll protect you. You're okay, my love." she says, kicking the bedroom door open with her foot. She easily carries you to the bed and gently sets you down. Quickly making work of your office button down, she tugs that off of your shoulders and arms. She then easily unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants. She pulls them off of your legs and tucks you into bed. Once you're snugly in place she undresses and grabs one of her night shirts to sleep in. Throwing that over her head, she joins you in the bed. "Come here baby. I've got you." she says, rubbing your back gently as you curl into her side.

~Time Skip~ *The Next Morning*

"Hey baby, good morning. How are you feeling my love?" says Carol as you roll onto your back and pry your eyes open a slit before throwing an arm over your face to block your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds.

"I feel like shit. I don't remember the last three days. When did you get home?" you ask after clearing your throat and pulling yourself into a sitting position.

"I got home last night, about three a.m. You didn't sleep for nearly four days and drank a fuck ton of caffiene. Thats why you remember nothing. Your little brain can't handle that much stimulant, baby girl." says Carol, pinching your cheek softly.

You groan at the uncomfortable feeling. "Carol... Stop that!" you whine, rolling towards your girlfriend and burying your face in her chest. "Wait! What time is it?!" you ask, bringing your wrist up to your face and checking the time. "Shit! I'm so screwed!" you begin to panic, trying to throw the blankets off of your body.

"Baby, relax. You've got the day off, courtesy of Nick and yours truly. Lay back and snuggle into bed again, beautiful. I'm going to pop around to my place and collect your favourite flerkin. Love you, baby girl."

"Yay! Goosie! Love you too, and thanks babe."

"No problem Y/N. I'll be back in twenty minutes and I had better find you in bed still, missy."

"Alright, I'll follow the Captians orders, unless there's a punishment to be dealt if I don't obey."

"No punishment this time baby. You need to rest. Not get your brains fucked out of you." She winks at you before collecting her clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. When she comes back out her hair is brushed through and styled. "See you in twenty minutes babes!" she calls, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind her with her key.

T’challa : "Good morning Shuri!" you call as you enter her lab.

"Good morning! You're awake earlier than normal Y/N. How are you?" she asks, smiling at you.

You return the grin before answering. "I'm tired from last night if you catch my drift. But it also doesn't help that I had a nightmare either. Hence why I'm up so early today. I couldn't get back to sleep after about half an hour of laying in bed so I gave up."

"Oh? That sucks, good thing my brother is a deep sleeper then. He won't be pleased if he finds out you had a nightmare and didn't wake him up, you know."

"Yes I know Shuri. Please don't tell him."

"Don't worry sister, I won't say a word to him. Join me for breakfast? The kitchen made muffins!" she says, offering you an arm.

"I would love to! I really love him, you know?" You agree and playfully slip an arm through hers and let her lead you down the hall towards the dining area.

"Oh I know. I can tell just by the way you look at my brother that you love him. You don't need to admit that to me, you should really tell him though. Because he loves you as well. He truly does."

When the pair of you enter the dining hall, you see her and T'Challa's mother sitting at the table. "Come to eat again, have you Shuri?" she teases, kissing your cheek as you sit beside her.

"You can never have enough of the muffins! They're so good!" she defends herself, grabbing another muffin from the tray. You scrunch your nose at the pair of women in the room with you. When you finish eating breakfast, you and Shuri return to her lab, you assisting her with some of the typing she has to do. "How do you type so fast Y/N?!"

"Because she was an author for a news paper, back in California, sister. She did a lot of typing in a day." says your fiancee, entering the lab. "Good morning my love." he croons, kissing your cheek causing your face to flush red.

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janeykath318 · 11 months

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If anyone has a blog for Marvel character fics, (Rated T or below), I’d love to follow you. I have a mighty need for more fluff fics and to connect with fellow non-smut writers.

#searching for fluff #marvel #reader inserts #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stephen strange x reader #thor x reader #sam wilson x reader

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rev-glut · 1 year

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Request Rules

Current request status: Closed.

I write character(s) x reader, so yes I also write poly ships with reader too and love doing so.

AUs are welcomed. Specify if you want the reader to have a specific trait or I’ll just write whatever comes to mind. This also goes for Reader’s gender, I will write for pretty much any gender and sexuality.

I will also reject any requests for whatever reason (unable to write it, it makes me uncomfortable, etc.) I will still respond to the ask and tell you that I can’t write and open it up to other writers (unless it makes me uncomfortable to post the ask)

Yes: Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Holland, Garfield and Maguire), the Moon Knight system, Eddie Brock, Venom, the main Across the Spiderverse Spiders.

Yeah: Foggy Nelson, Karen Page, Gwen Stacy, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff/Natalia Romonov, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson (minus the Loki series), Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange.

Sure: Carol Danvers, Brunnhilde/Valkyrie, Charles Xavier, Scott Lang, Wade Wilson, Erik Lehnsherr, James “Logan” Howlett, Spider Noir.

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A Spellbinding Wedding (Spellbinding-Verse Interlude)

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki’s big day has finally arrived, but will mischief and superhero shenanigans succeed in derailing the happiest day of their lives?

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 10.9k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Almost 11k words of pure, tooth-rotting fluff lol

A/N: We’ve finally arrived at the wedding of Loki and the Cosmic Sorceress! If you haven't already, I recommend checking out the Spellbinding Playlist; I added a bunch of wedding/romantic songs I imagine they'd choose for their special day and they're all great, so go ahead and give it a listen!Thank you all so much for reading and for waiting like six months for this thing lol, and I hope that you enjoy!

A Spellbinding Wedding October 8th, 2016 Stark Mansion New York City, New York (Previous One-Shot)

“So, (Y/L/N), in just a few short hours you’re gonna be officially – pause for dramatic effect – off the market! Can you tell us what exactly’s going through the beautiful bride’s head right now?”

(Y/N) briefly paused her mascara application and pretended to ponder Clint’s overly-exaggerated question. “Whether or not it would be rude of me to drop that camcorder through a portal to Muspelheim and lock you in the basement until after the ceremony.”

The archer snickered before jumping up to sit on the dresser behind her and turning the camcorder around to directly address the camera. “As you can see, your mom gets a little cranky when she has to wake up early. Not sure if that’ll go away in the future or just get worse, so…either way, good luck with that, kiddos!”

“When you volunteered to film the ceremony and parts of the reception for us, I really should’ve questioned it more.” (Y/N) resumed applying her mascara while fighting back a smile. “At least any future children of ours will watch this, see just how ridiculous their Uncle Clint is and know that we weren’t exaggerating. Oh! Speaking of children, are Peter’s friends here yet? Tony was supposed to send Happy into Queens to pick them up an hour ago, but I haven’t heard anything about them since.”

“Yeah, they’re all hanging out in the old lab downstairs and Tony’s helping ‘em prep their sound equipment as we speak; you and Loki do know that there’s literally thousands of professional DJ’s living in New York you could’ve hired to run your wedding reception that aren’t sixteen and can actually drive themselves to their venues, right?”

“Says the friend of ours who practically begged to be the videographer even though he’s a professional archer by trade…” She mumbled under her breath, twisting the mascara wand back into its tube just as someone knocked on her suite’s door. “Come in!”

The door opened and Natasha popped her head into the room, her long red hair still wrapped in curlers, a clipboard in her hands and a comm link secured in her ear. The spy was taking her many duties as Matron of Honor very seriously, treating the day’s celebration as if it were a highly-classified mission and not a mid-sized wedding located at Tony’s family mansion; each of their teammates had been assigned specific duties and responsibilities and throughout the morning, Natasha regularly checked in with them to ensure that their tasks were going smoothly, which explained why she was shooting Clint the trademark glare she normally reserved for Hydra agents and invading aliens. “Last I checked, Barton, you’re supposed to be overseeing the florists in the garden and not raising the bride’s blood pressure right before the wedding.”

Clint jumped down from the dresser and raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, no need to go all Black Widow on me, Tasha.” He crossed the room and pressed a chaste kiss onto (Y/N)’s cheek before winking at her through the vanity’s mirror. “I’ll see you at the altar, (Y/L/N)!”

Natasha gave the archer one final glare as he hurried out of the suite while whistling ‘Chapel of Love’ and shook her head when the door closed behind him. “I swear, I’m gonna have to start using my Widow Bites on these people if they don’t start being more helpful…” The spy turned her attention to (Y/N) and her concentrated frown morphed into a smile. “Aw (Y/N), you look stunning and you haven’t even put on your dress yet! I’m serious, it’s like you’re glowing or-” She cut herself off and held a hand up to her ear to listen to a voice in her comm. “Wait a sec, Bruce says that the caterers just arrived. Did you want me to get you anything before I check in on them?”

“Is it too early in the day for a glass of champagne?”

“Not if there’s a splash of orange juice in it,” Natasha answered with a mischievous grin. “I’ll be back before you know it!”

The door closed behind the spy and for the first time that morning, the room fell silent. (Y/N) sat back in her seat and let out a sigh of relief; she loved her friends and teammates dearly, of course, but all she wanted to do was prepare for the wedding in peace and with as little stress as possible. The wedding was slightly larger than they’d originally anticipated, with over a hundred guests from Midgard, Asgard and Alfheim all gathered together at one of Tony Stark’s family mansions in the heart of New York City, and with the ink still drying on the three realms’ fledgling peace treaties, handling the guests and ensuring that they remain peaceful would be a difficult task to carry out on a day already filled to the brim with difficult tasks. So far, her friends were doing an excellent job with ensuring that everything was running smoothly but after living the life of a superhero for over a year, she knew just how quickly a situation could shift from calm to catastrophic.

“I wonder of Loki’s feeling just as anxious about all this as I am,” (Y/N) murmured to herself, giving the photograph of her soon-to-be husband she’d tucked into the edge of her vanity’s mirror a smile before setting her sights on her un-styled hair, hoping that the intricate task would serve to distract her from the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

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“Brother, what exactly is this gloopy green substance?”

“It’s an avocado and green tea mud mask.”

“…And why have we applied it to our faces?”

“It removes impurities from the skin while unclogging pores and absorbing excess oil.” Before Thor had a chance to ask another question, Loki brusquely continued. “Yes, it’s meant to relax you and no, you cannot eat it.”

Instead of becoming annoyed by Loki’s shortness, his brother chuckled. “In that case, these mud masks must be defective because you’re anything but relaxed, brother.” With a defeated sigh, Loki removed the cucumber slices resting on his eyelids and sat up, tossing the slices into the nearby trashcan and making his way into the suite’s bathroom to wash the half-dried mud mask off; he was halfway done when Thor entered and leaned against the door-frame, a look of concern visible even beneath his own thick mud mask. “Loki, are you all right? You haven’t been yourself all morning, and it’s beginning to worry me. You’re not having second thoughts about the wedding, are you?”

“No! No, of course not,” Loki emphatically shook his head. “I’ve been waiting for this day for quite a long time, believe me, but I…well, it’s an awfully significant life change, isn’t it? I know that what I’m feeling is only a natural reaction to such a change, of course, but a part of me can’t help but wonder if I’m even deserving of this life I’m about to embark on with (Y/N).”

His brother nodded in understanding. “I believe that Wilson refers to them as intrusive thoughts; unwelcome, involuntary thoughts with no basis in truth or fact that can manifest as a result of several forms of trauma.” When Loki raised his brows in surprise, Thor sighed and rolled his eyes in mild exasperation. “Believe it or not, brother, I do listen to what others say when they’re around me. The important point to be made is that they’re wrong; as your designated Best Man, it’s my duty to ease these irrational worries of yours and I believe that I have just the thing!”

Thor disappeared into the bedroom and quickly returned with an ornate bottle and two glasses, and Loki’s jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the familiar flagon. “That’s one of Asgard’s last remaining bottles of the great Hoder’s spiced mead. It’s to be drunk on the most special of occasions and only with the Allfather’s express permission…”

“I took a page out of your book and simply borrowed a bottle on my way out of the palace.” The older man grinned proudly at his uncharacteristic act of subterfuge and Loki couldn’t help but chuckle. “The Allfather might not agree, but my brother’s wedding and all the happiness it will surely bring him is a special occasion.”

As Loki’s throat burned and he fought back the sudden tears brought on by his brother’s support, he watched as Thor poured the amber-colored liquid out into the two glasses and pressed one into his hand, the corner of his mouth curving upwards while he raised the glass. “Well then, to happiness.”

“To happiness,” Thor echoed, and the two brothers clinked their glasses together before downing the spiced mead in one go. “Another!”

There was a gentle knock on the suite’s door and Frigga’s voice called out, “Loki? Thor?”

“Oh, Hel!”

Both men scrambled to hide the evidence of their treasonous transgression, shoving the spiced mead and glasses unceremoniously under the sink and rushing out of the bathroom to open the door for their mother; the Queen of Asgard was dressed spectacularly in a pale turquoise dress and matching wide-brimmed hat, looking just as elegant in Midgardian clothing as she always did on Asgard. Frigga was beaming as she stepped into the suite and reached up to hold Loki’s face between her hands. “Oh, I can hardly believe that my darling little one is getting married today, and to such a wonderful young woman as well! How are you feeling, Loki? Have you eaten anything at all?”

“I’m fine, Mother, just a little anxious.” Loki matched her infectious smile with one of his own. “After all, it’s not every day that three realms of the cosmos come together to celebrate a wedding.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about, because your brother and your friends are doing such an excellent job at keeping everything running smoothly.” Frigga gave them both a knowing look. “Perhaps another glass of Hoder’s spiced mead will soothe your nerves? Now, be a dear and make mine a double, please.”

Loki and Thor exchanged a wide-eyed look of surprise as their mother crossed the suite and began brushing the stray pieces of lint off their suit jackets hanging near the window, humming a cheerful tune to herself as she did.

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Pulling back to admire her handiwork, (Y/N) smiled brightly and twirled Cassie’s chair around to face her vanity’s mirror. “There, all finished! What do you think, Cassie?”

Their flower girl-slash-ring bearer squealed in joy and turned to her with the widest smile on her glittering face. “It’s so pretty! I love it!” She threw her arms around her middle and tightly hugged her. “Do I look like a fairy from Alf…Alf…?”

“Alfheim? I’m not sure, actually, I’ve never seen a fairy there before.” Shrugging, (Y/N) glanced over at Elora, who was preoccupied with unzipping the large garment bag containing her wedding dress. “Elora has, though! Haven’t you, Elora?”

The General of the Alfheimian Army looked up from her task with a small shudder. “Unfortunately. The little beasts possess needle-sharp teeth and use their woodland magic to mask their presence right before viciously attacking any who dare trespass into their domain.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in alarm but before she could chastise the Alfheimian for her bluntness, Cassie clapped her hands together and let out a delighted laugh. “That is so cool!”

A knock on her suite’s door drew (Y/N) away from Elora and Cassie’s animated discussion of the various magical beasts that lived on Alfheim, and she opened the door to reveal Sam and Bucky; both men were already dressed in their suits, minus their floral boutonnieres, but her calm demeanor vanished when she caught sight of the panicked expressions they were desperately trying to mask. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong, doll-”

“Yeah, everything’s goin’ according to plan, (Y/L/N), promise-”

“Nat had us come up here to…um…”

“To see if you needed any help with…anything.”

She arched an unimpressed brow that almost instantly silenced both men. “Do I really have to ask you two again?”

“…Scott lost the wedding rings!” (Y/N)’s jaw dropped and Bucky let out an indignant noise as Sam raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry, Buck, but she’s got the same death glare my mom used to give me! Yeah, Scott put the rings down and now he can’t find them anywhere, and he can’t even use the ants to help ‘cause he didn’t bring his suit along.”

The super soldier hastily added, “Nat’s trying her best to jog his memory, but…well, you know Nat. I think she might end up making the poor guy faint before finding out where he might’ve lost the rings.”

“Okay, okay…” Rubbing her temples in an attempt to quell the rapidly-growing headache, (Y/N) took a steadying breath and forced herself to remain calm as she began formulating a plan. “All right, my hair and makeup’s already done, so let me find some slippers and we’ll go find Nat and Scott. I might be able to use my Alf Seidr to try and find them-” Both Sam and Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. “-But not a word of this to Loki, okay? The last thing he needs today is any added stress…”

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Arching a curious brow, Loki examined the items laid out on the coffee table before glancing up at his teammates. “This is a Midgardian tradition? It seems a little silly that these random objects can determine the outcome of a marriage.”

“Yeah, it’s a good luck thing here on Earth, Lokes, like that old Saints jersey Sam wears during every football season.” Clint held up the camcorder and pointed the lens at Loki as he continued. “Your dad’s a pretty smart guy, kiddos, but don’t let that fool you; he once thought your mom was dying when she was only having a little brain freeze. Remember, Lokes?”

“Children, if you’ve ever wondered why your mother once attempted to hit your dear Uncle Clint over the head with a coffee-table book, then now you know,” Loki snickered as the archer flushed pink and rolled his eyes.

A reluctant smile played on Steve’s lips while he finished fastening his cuff-links across the suite. “I hate to say it, but Barton’s right about it being good luck here. ‘Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.’ Your mother gifted you a set of cloak clasps for today so that’s your ‘something old,’ your tuxedo counts as your ‘something new,’ Tony’s lending you one of his nicer Rolex watches for your ‘something borrowed,’ and your ‘something blue’ are the navy blue suspenders you’re wearing.”

Loki hummed in interest. “I suppose that a little extra luck wouldn’t go amiss…”

Just as he slipped the borrowed Rolex onto his wrist, a visibly panicked Thor burst into the suite and made a bee-line to Steve. “Captain Rogers, there’s an urgent matter that I must speak to you about!”

“If it’s that Tony wrote a borderline explicit speech to read at the reception, then we all know and Nat already took care of-”

“No, no, it’s not that, but we really should discuss this matter out in the hall-”

“What is it, Thor?” Loki asked, tilting his head in confusion as he took in his brother’s unusually pale face and arching a disapproving brow when he proceeded to badly explain away his concern. “Brother, surely you haven’t forgotten that I’m the God of Lies? Whatever it is, I’m sure that we’ll be able to handle it before the ceremony begins.”

Thor swallowed and anxiously bit his lip before blurting out, “A wizard is currently battling a space worm out on the lawn.”

“What?!” Loki, Steve and Clint all exclaimed in unison.

“It just appeared out of nowhere and started wreaking havoc across the grounds, but then a wizard stepped out of a portal and started fighting it! Stark and Rhodes are already on their way to help but it seems that the beast is indestructible!”

With his jaw clenched tight in mounting agitation, Loki stood from his seat and summoned his emerald-green magic. “Not if I have anything to say about it.” A shimmer of light enveloped his body and in the blink of an eye, his wedding attire morphed into his Asgardian battle armor and daggers appeared in his grasp. “The beast and this so-called wizard will soon regret the very moment they dared to step foot on this property.”

Steve shrugged off his tuxedo jacket and reached for the red, white and blue shield propped up beside one of the suite’s armchair. “Barton, keep the caterers and florists away from the lawn, and make sure the guests stay inside and away from the windows.”

“On it.”

“And not a word of this to (Y/N), all right?” All three men nodded in agreement and Loki’s grip tightened around the hilts of his daggers. “The last thing she needs today is any added stress…”

As the trio of men hurried outside, a part of Loki wondered if he’d been tricked into believing that a cosmic monster was in the process of battling a sorcerer and that it was all some sort of elaborate prank concocted by his brother and friends to ease his pre-wedding jitters. However, that spark of hope was quickly extinguished when Steve threw the back door open and was forced to jump back to avoid being struck by Rhodes’ flailing body falling from the sky.

“Oh, I’m definitely gonna feel that one for a couple of days,” Rhodes groaned in pain and allowed Steve to hoist his armor-clad body to his feet. “Either of you guys wanna tell me what an ugly-ass space worm is doing here in New York? ‘Cause it’s definitely not here to wish the bride and groom its best!”

The familiar sound of repulsor blasts intermingled with the booming roars caused all four men to turn and watch as Tony darted around the tentacles of an enormous pink creature and a dark-haired man wearing a burgundy cape conjured orange-hued magic to counter its vicious attacks. “Earth has second-rate sorcerers now, how delightful…” Loki rolled his eyes and turned to the others. “It’s an Abilisk, a cosmic creature that feeds off significantly-sized energy sources, and it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if that cheap magician down there summoned it here out of pure incompetency.”

“Let’s deal with the Abilisk first, brother, and then we’ll confront the wizard later!” With a burst of lightning, Thor flew off towards the enraged creature and attempted to slam Mjolnir against its skull, but he was quickly swatted aside by one of its flailing tentacles.

Loki and Steve exchanged a look with Rhodes before joining the battle; the Air Force colonel attempted to shoot it with one of his suit’s many guns but was unsuccessful due to the creature’s impenetrable hide and no matter how twisted its own tentacles became due to the super soldier’s impressive athleticism, the beast remained standing and overwhelmingly angry. After throwing a handful of emerald-green magic at a tentacle to stop it from slamming into Steve’s back, Loki looked over to see the bearded sorcerer performing a spell nearby. “Care to introduce yourself and explain why you’ve brought an Abilisk to my wedding?” He yelled over the creature’s deafening roars.

“My name’s Doctor Stephen Strange, I’m a Master of the Mystic Arts, the guardian of the New York Sanctum in Greenwich Village and I most certainly did not summon an Abilisk here!” The sorcerer shouted back as he threw two semi-circular protective shields at the Abilisk’s face, where they exploded on impact and disoriented the enraged creature further. “Someone here at this mansion opened an inter-dimensional portal and let this creature come through, and as soon I arrived to send it back, my sling-ring was stolen from me by an unchecked summoning spell!”

“Sling-ring?”

“Yes, it’s what allows me to channel the magic needed to open inter-dimensional portals between any two points within the universe and without it, I can’t send the Abilisk back to where it came from!”

Loki was quickly filled with a sneaking suspicion about the whereabouts of the sorcerer’s sling-ring, but he prayed to the Norns that he was wrong as he called out to the others, “Does anyone here have access to Romanoff’s comm link? I think she may be able to shed some much-needed light on the situation!”

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The air around (Y/N) crackled and hummed with magical energy as she used her Alf Seidr to sense her surroundings and a familiar tugging sensation in her stomach preceded a strange weight in her outstretched left hand. She opened her eyes and her excitement instantly turned to annoyance when she was met with the sight of yet another unfamiliar ring; the one resting on her open palm looked different from the rest, almost reminding her of a pair of brass knuckles but with strange etchings across its bronzed surface. “Well, this definitely isn’t what I’m seeking…” She tossed the object into the basket of other rings she’d inadvertently summoned while searching for the lost wedding rings and sighed. “Do any of you have any bright ideas?”

Scott, Natasha, Sam and Bucky all shook their heads from their spots across the laboratory, and the ex-convict was the first to speak. “I-I’m really, really sorry about this, (Y/N), I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, Scott, I know you didn’t mean to lose the rings…” (Y/N) rubbed her temple in an effort to quell her raging stress-induced headache as she considered what to do next. “I’ll just have to try the spell again, then maybe it will-”

“Tony?” They all looked over to see a frowning Natasha listening to her comm link. “Okay, slow down, I can’t hear what you’re…wait, what wizard ring? Yeah, Scott lost the rings and (Y/N)’s been using her magic to try and find ‘em, but…” The spy’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped at whatever the billionaire was saying through the comm. “Oh shit.”

(Y/N) frowned. “What is it, Nat?”

Before Natasha could answer, the wall nearest to (Y/N) suddenly exploded and she had just enough time to summon a protective bubble of magic to encase them as chunks of stone and debris began raining down. The dust was beginning to settle when she flicked her wrists to remove the shield, her brows rising in surprise as she recognized her future brother-in-law extricating himself from the rubble. Thor’s blue eyes widened comically when he spotted her standing before him and he swallowed nervously before giving her a small wave. “H-Hello, Lady (Y/N). Shouldn’t you be off preparing for the ceremony?”

“What’s going on, Thor?”

“Nothing, nothing, just an intense arm-wrestling match with your delightful Alfheimian friends; for one so small, Myriani has quite the arm!”

“Thor.”

Natasha stepped forward and gestured towards the comm link in her ear. “According to Tony, there’s a giant space worm wreaking havoc on the lawn that you unintentionally summoned here with your Alf Seidr, and the only person who can get rid of it is a wizard-doctor who lives in Greenwich Village but you accidentally stole his magic ring.”

“God, just put me back in the damn ice…” Bucky groaned as he dropped his head into his vibranium hand.

Sam reached into the basket of rings and withdrew the odd-looking shape made of engraved brass. “I’m no expert on wizards, (Y/L/N), but this kinda looks like it could be magical to me.”

(Y/N) took the ring from Sam and with a wave of her hand, she transformed her silk robe and slippers into her Cosmic Sorceress uniform and marched through the hole in the laboratory wall. There was indeed a towering pink-skinned creature flailing its many tentacles as her friends and teammates fought their hardest against it; Tony and Rhodey were firing their suit’s repulsors and dodging its tentacles in the air while Steve, Loki and an odd-looking man wearing a red cloak tried all they could to draw the creature’s attention away from the mansion. Ignoring the guilt beginning to eat away at her, (Y/N) strode across the lawn and called out over the deafening roars, “Doctor, catch!”

The wizard-doctor looked over and raised his hand just in time to catch his ring, quickly slipping it into his fingers and rotating his hands in a circular motion to create a sparking orange portal directly beneath the creature; it released a final roar as it dropped down into the portal and disappeared, leaving the grounds of Stark Mansion silent. The stranger closed the portal he’d opened and breathed a sigh of relief before setting his sights on an embarrassed (Y/N). “Your royal highness, would you care to explain what’s going on and why you took my sling ring?”

(Y/N) fidgeted with her finger-less gloves and attempted to smile, but it appeared as more of a grimace. “First of all, I’m very sorry for all the trouble this has caused you, Doctor…”

“Strange. Doctor Stephen Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts and the guardian of the New York Sanctum.” They shook hands and she silently took note of the unique magical energy radiating from him. “You’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N), former trainee librarian turned Cosmic Sorceress, the Crown Princess of Alfheim, daughter of the Alfheimian Layeia Tilasdottir and the very-human David (Y/L/N), descendant of the esteemed Lady Astrid, designated representative between the Light Elves and the Nine Realms of the cosmos, and the Defender of the Realm of Alfheim.”

Taking a step back, (Y/N) arched a questioning brow and fought the sudden urge to summon her magic or even her sword. “For someone I’ve never met, you certainly know an awful lot about me.”

Doctor Strange shrugged. “I make it my business to keep an eye on beings that pose the largest threats to this world and I have to say, you’re quite high on my list.”

“Well, like I was saying, Doctor, all of this has a very simple if not embarrassing explanation-”

“(Y/N)!” They both turned to see Loki and their friends hurrying towards them; their tuxedos were covered in grass stains and an odd multicolored slime, and her fiancé’s emerald-green eyes were filled with worry as he gently held her shoulders and leaned down to meet her gaze. “Darling, are you all right? What happened?”

As the rest of their friends and even some of their guests began making their way across the lawn, (Y/N)’s embarrassment grew and she brought a hand up to partially hide her face. “Scott misplaced the rings and I thought I could use my magic to find them, but my anxiety must’ve led to me opening a portal and then the strength of my spell accidentally took Doctor Strange’s sling ring, and…well, you know the rest. I still have no idea why I wasn’t able to summon our rings; it’s almost as if something was blocking my magic…” Loki paled at her words and it was (Y/N)’s turn to be concerned. “Loki?”

“This situation, um…it may not entirely be your fault, darling.” Her fiancé chuckled awkwardly and rubbed his neck as he glanced over at where Scott, his girlfriend Hope Van Dyne and Cassie were all standing near Elora. “You see, I assumed that Lang might misplace the rings so before I started getting ready, I placed an enchantment on them and as an added precaution, I instructed Barton to give Lang an empty ring box and give the real ones to-”

“Hey, guys! Cassie had the rings the whole time!" Scott shouted and gave a giggling Cassie a celebratory fist-bump. “Either my little peanut’s becoming a better thief than her old man, or someone didn’t trust me with ‘em in the first place. Probably the second one, huh?”

With an incredulous laugh, (Y/N) allowed a chuckling Loki to pull her into his arms and shook her head in disbelief. “Does that mean we ruined our own wedding?”

“My dear, you both haven’t ruined a single thing,” Frigga reassured her as she walked up to them and gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Your friends and guests are still here, all of them safe and unharmed, and the sun is shining brightly in the sky. Why shouldn’t your wedding continue as planned?”

A stern-looking Doctor Strange raised a hand and answered, “Because Miss (Y/L/N) here nearly caused the destruction of New York with her unchecked magic and a mass hysteria the likes of which hasn’t been seen since his invasion. Such an act, even one as accidental as you claim this one to be, cannot go unexamined and unpunished.”

(Y/N) bit her lip while Loki rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to counter his words, but his mother’s hand on his arm silenced him as she turned to Doctor Strange with a brilliant smile. “It’s very nice to meet you, Doctor Stephen Strange of Midgard; I am Frigga, the Queen of Asgard and mother to Loki and Thor. My dear future daughter-in-law has recently obtained an extraordinary amount of Alf Seidr that she’s still training to control and seeing as today’s her long-awaited wedding day, it’s quite understandable that her focus was shaken.” Frigga sympathetically rubbed (Y/N)’s back and took a moment to adjust her uniform’s purple-hued tiara before returning her attention to the sorcerer. “Now, I’m sure that a highly-skilled Master of the Mystic Arts such as yourself would be honored to utilize the Time Stone hanging around your neck and repair the damage caused by the creature, so as to ease Lady (Y/N)’s frazzled nerves and prevent any other unfortunate accidents from occurring.”

Doctor Strange blinked in surprise. “Um…”

“For your valiant defense of this realm, Asgard recognizes you as one of its trusted allies and speaking as the mother of the groom, I would personally be honored if you joined us for today’s celebration of Loki and Lady (Y/N)’s nuptials.”

“That’s, um…thank you, Queen Frigga, for extending an invitation to me…I-I’d be honored to attend…” The sorcerer’s cheeks flushed pink and he tried his hardest to avoid making eye-contact with the beautiful goddess in front of him. “I’ll start on the repairs right away…”

While a flushed Doctor Strange started using the power of the Time Stone to reverse the damages to their friends’ tuxedos first, (Y/N) turned to look between Frigga and Loki as her stunned expression morphed into a grin. “You really did inherit your Silvertongue from your mother, didn’t you?”

“So it would seem,” Loki replied and leaned down to press a kiss onto his mother’s cheek. “Thank you for intervening on our behalf, Mother.”

Frigga’s blue eyes twinkled with some mischief of her own as she gave them a conspiratorial wink. “Of course, little one. I was raised by witches who taught me many invaluable lessons, among which was that diplomacy and deceit are two sides of the very same coin.”

After the Queen of Asgard went to supervise the sorcerer as he repaired the lawn and floral arrangements surrounding the white gazebo that they’d soon exchange their vows within, (Y/N) spotted Clint filming the aftermath of the battle and giggled. “This’ll be a fun memory to share with our future children: How Mom and Dad’s magical shenanigans nearly wrecked their own wedding.”

Loki laughed. “After listening to Stark read me an online article chronicling several common wedding day horrors, ours was relatively tame by comparison.” He gave her forehead a lingering kiss before meeting her gaze with a tender smile. “Are you ready to get married, my love?”

“More than ready, sweetheart.” (Y/N) slipped her hand into her fiancé’s and swung their arms as they made their way into the mansion to finish getting ready for their wedding ceremony.

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An hour and over a dozen magical repairs later, Loki and Thor stood outside on the mansion’s veranda with Cassie Lang, keeping the flower girl-slash-ring bearer entertained and patiently waiting for (Y/N) and Natasha to finish their last-minute preparations so the ceremony could begin.

The guests were all seated and talking amongst themselves while they enjoyed the late afternoon sunlight breaking through the fluffy white clouds; the only people not seated in the rows of benches were General Elora – who would be officiating the ceremony, as it mainly drew from ancient Alfheimian customs – and Peter, MJ and Ned; the young woman graciously volunteered to play the guitar while they walked down the aisle, and her two best friends were keeping her company as she perched herself on a wooden stool beside the gazebo’s steps. Floral arrangements comprised of green and lavender Dahlias and branches of fern lined the aisle and hung gracefully off the ends of the sculpted wooden benches, while vines of green ivy and lilacs wrapped around the gazebo’s posts and railing. The interior of the gazebo was illuminated with dozens of twinkling fairy lights that were set to brighten as the sun started to set, and lanterns of battery-powered candles hung from each nearby bush and tree.

Embracing a mixture of Asgardian and Midgardian traditions, Loki was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo with an emerald-green cloak fastened to his jacket by the engraved golden clasps his mother gifted him, and he wore a floral crown of blooming laurels and leaves. On Asgard, one’s future spouse chose the flowers that best represented their intended and after much deliberation, (Y/N) picked the laurel for its many symbolic meanings; the laurel symbolized nobility, intelligence and an acknowledgement of the new phase he was entering by marrying her. Quite a flattering choice on her part, he thought with a reserved smile as he conjured another tiny burst of fireworks for Cassie’s amusement.

“Perhaps one day, young Cassie, my brother will show you how he can transform into any animal one could imagine,” Thor remarked to Cassie as he took a moment to readjust his green pocket-square.

The little girl’s eyes widened in amazement and she quickly turned to face Loki. “Can you turn into an ant?!”

Loki blinked in surprise as Thor stifled a chuckle behind his hand. “Um, well…now that you mention it, I haven’t actually tried.”

“Oh. I like ants. The ones that my daddy works with are really nice!”

Watching Cassie suddenly switch from talking about ants to twirling around in her soft green dress, a part of Loki hoped that his and (Y/N)’s future children shared the little girl’s quirky enthusiasm and unapologetic sense of wonder. The sound of the veranda’s glass door opening caused Loki to turn around and when he did, he was met with the jaw-dropping sight of his fiancée. (Y/N)’s off-white wedding dress – impeccably designed for her by Luke Jacobson – was relatively simplistic, with a fitted bust that cinched at the waist and flared out into a flowing skirt that reached the floor, but what elevated the entire look from simplistic to enchanting were its unique details; a lace overlay of hand-sewn floral designs was fastened onto the bust, branching out into fluttering sleeves that hung down to her biceps, and the only jewelry she wore besides her engagement ring was a delicate pair of pearl earrings she inherited from her late aunt. Her hair was arranged into one of her favorite styles and on the top of her head, she wore a floral crown comprised of white Camellia blooms; he’d picked them for her because they symbolized admiration, respect and everlasting love and devotion. A veil of lace-trimmed white chiffon was attached to the back of the floral crown, hanging gracefully down her back and barely brushing the floor. The finishing touch was the bouquet she was clutching in her hands; it was comprised of laurel, white Camellia blooms, lavender and lilac-colored roses and dusty green foliage.

“Darling…” Loki approached her almost reverently and stood before her with a dazed smile on his face. “I truly am the luckiest man in all the Nine Realms, to find myself marrying such an ethereal goddess as you.”

(Y/N) shyly ducked her head before reaching a hand up to straighten one of his cloak clasps. “You must be a mind-reader, then, because I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

His lips chastely caressed her knuckles as Natasha stepped onto the veranda with a small basket of multicolored flower petals and a small bouquet of her own; the Matron of Honor was dressed in a simple lilac-colored gown, with her long red curls pinned up in an elegant style by a single white Dahlia and glittering silver heels on her feet. “Save the kissing for later, lovebirds, we’ve got a wedding ceremony to begin.” Mindful of her gown, the spy bent down and held the basket out for Cassie to take. “Okay, Lang, just like we practiced.”

“I’m on it,” Cassie replied, toothily grinning and giving Natasha a thumbs-up before taking the basket from her and allowing the spy to quickly adjust (Y/N)’s veil.

“Are you two ready?” After Loki and (Y/N) nodded, Natasha held a hand up to her comm link and spoke lowly into it, “All right, kid, let’s do this thing.”

Across the way, MJ nodded and gestured for her friends to take their seats, spending a moment adjusting her guitar’s shoulder strap before beginning to softly play. The guests’ conversations started to dim down and with a nod of confirmation from the spy, Cassie walked across the lawn and started to slowly make her way down the aisle, scattering flower petals along the way while her father beamed with pride from his seat.

Thor leaned down to give (Y/N)’s forehead a chaste kiss and clapped a hand on Loki’s shoulder, his blue eyes sparkling with happiness as he allowed Natasha to loop her arm around his. “See you in a minute.”

Natasha winked at them and with that, the Best Man and the Matron of Honor began their walk down the aisle; when they ascended the gazebo’s steps and took their respective places, (Y/N) slipped her hand into Loki’s and he squeezed it tight as they crossed the lawn to stand at the end of the aisle. Once the guests all stood and turned to face them, Loki and (Y/N) exchanged a smile before starting down the aisle hand-in-hand; long before they knew it was Alfheimian tradition that the bride and groom walk themselves down the aisle on their wedding day, (Y/N) pointed out that since they’d both be entering into marriage with one another, it only made sense that they’d choose to walk down the aisle together.

While they slowly walked down the aisle as MJ played a gentle love ballad on her guitar, Loki looked out at their friends, teammates and colleagues standing amongst the guests to distract himself from the butterflies beginning to flutter around his stomach. Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Everett Ross and Doctor Helen Cho stood alongside everyone they invited from S.H.I.E.L.D., the director giving them both an approving nod as they passed by; Steven Grant – the quirky man they’d met while on vacation in Egypt and to whom (Y/N) was a devoted pen-pal – stood beside Layla El-Fouley, his alter Marc Spector’s stunning wife, and for the briefest moment, Loki could even see the skeletal figure of Khonshu lingering by one of the distant trees; their new and reluctant friend Doctor Stephen Strange, now dressed in a simple black tuxedo instead of his sorcerer’s robes, stood beside his fellow sorcerer Wong and attempted to not look as uncomfortable as he presumably felt amongst so many superheroes; Peter Parker and Ned Leeds were trying their hardest not to seem too excited to be sharing a row with Doctor Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis, and Loki could hear (Y/N) stifle a giggle when the eccentric woman winked and fired finger-guns at them; Scott Lang and Hope Van Dyne’s attention was caught between watching Loki and (Y/N) make their way down the aisle and keeping an eye on Cassie standing on the gazebo beside Thor, while Bucky and Sam both smiled widely at them as they passed; Bruce stood beside his cousin Jennifer Walters, who was already flirtatiously eyeing an embarrassed Rhodey standing across the aisle, while Pepper elbowed a snickering Tony; Steve and Clint stood at one of the front rows, the super soldier beaming with happiness and the archer filming their procession with his camcorder.

At the front of Loki’s side of the aisle stood their Asgardian and Alfheimian friends and family. Fandral winked at him and Sif grinned widely as Volstagg toasted them with the chocolate bar he was snacking on and even the ever-stoic Hogun gave them an atypical smile. Queen Amirah of Alfheim stood beside her guards, Hagen and Myriani, and the afternoon sunlight make her blue opal tiara sparkle almost as much as her smile, and at the end of the row stood Frigga, who was dabbing at her tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief as they walked past and ascended the gazebo’s steps.

Elora patiently waited for all the guests to take their seats to begin. “We are gathered here to witness the union of Crown Princess (Y/N) Layeiadottir (Y/L/N) of Alfheim and Midgard and Prince Loki of Asgard, two halves of the same shining soul, in blessed matrimony. Do both parties stand here of your own free will to acknowledge the eternal bond shared by the both of you?”

“We do,” Loki and (Y/N) replied in unison.

“Then you may face one another, join hands and recite your written vows.”

After (Y/N) handed her bouquet over to Natasha and placed her hands in Loki’s, she took a steadying breath before smiling up at him. “Loki. Through all the tears and all the struggles we’ve overcome together, a part of me always knew that we were destined to make it here. My heart was yours the moment I first looked into your beautiful eyes and as I look into them now, I can see every ounce of the passion and devotion I feel for you reflected in them. Sweetheart, you’re my greatest love and the brightest light in my life, and I promise to love and cherish you from here to eternity as your wife.”

Loki swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself not to cry as he started speaking his own vows. “(Y/N). Not a day goes by where I don’t count myself the luckiest man in all the Nine Realms to have the love of someone as utterly magnificent as you. In the beginning of our romance, I feared that you were too good to be true, that I couldn’t possibly be deserving of someone so pure and loving as you are. But here we stand, surrounded by our friends and family, and I feel proud and incredibly blessed to become your husband. My darling, you’re my lover, my best friend and my eternal soulmate. All I am is yours, and here before our friends, our family and the Norns themselves, I vow to be until the end of time.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and although Loki’s gaze never left hers, he could hear the sniffles and rustling of Kleenex packages amongst their guests. “(Y/N), do you take Loki to be your husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and disappointment, to love him faithfully today, tomorrow and forever?”

“I do,” (Y/N) vowed and smiled widely up at him.

“Loki, do you take (Y/N) to be your wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and disappointment, to love her faithfully today, tomorrow and forever?”

Loki solemnly nodded as he vowed, “I do.”

“And now, for the rings.”

Cassie nodded, handing one ring to Natasha and the other to Thor before giving her father an excited wave, causing a ripple of giggles through the rows of guests; the spy handed (Y/N) the ring and her eyes flicked between his and the thin band she held as she recited the ceremony’s next words. “I present to you this ring as a symbol of my devotion.” She slipped the band onto his ring finger to rest above his gold engagement ring. “My body, my soul and my everlasting love I share with you always and forever.”

Accepting the ring that his brother handed him, Loki gave (Y/N) another smile before reciting, “I present to you this ring as a symbol of my devotion.” He slipped the band onto her finger above her sparkling engagement ring. “My body, my soul and my everlasting love I share with you always and forever.”

“May these symbols of your devotion serve to always remind you of your everlasting bond.” Elora’s golden-colored eyes were slowly misting over as she spoke, no doubt wishing that (Y/N)’s late mother and father could be there to witness their only child be married. “And now, by the power vested in me by my rank as General of the Alfheimian Army, it is my honor to declare you both married. Go forth and live each day of your lives together to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.”

Beaming with happiness, (Y/N) stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against Loki’s in a brief but passionate kiss that he was quick to reciprocate. For one singular blissful moment, everything and everyone around them faded away and they stood alone on the gazebo, sharing a sweet and loving kiss that symbolized their long-awaited unification as husband and wife. The cheering and applause from their guests brought Loki back to reality sooner than he would’ve liked but after reminding himself that they’d have plenty of time to be alone later, he ended their kiss and gave his wife a mischievous smile before scooping her up in his arms and spinning around while she burst into joyous laughter.

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To say that the wedding reception was one of the liveliest parties (Y/N) had ever attended would be an understatement. From the moment they were declared husband and wife, she felt as through she’d been whisked straight into a dream that seemingly had no end to it; once they finished having their wedding photographs taken, they spent a half an hour by themselves in one of Stark Mansion’s many living rooms, enjoying several slices of pizza (and lots of kisses, of course) and taking time to relax for the first time that day while the guests filtered into the ballroom for the reception.

After (Y/N) and Loki snuck into the beautifully-decorated ballroom and made their rounds around the tables to greet their guests as they enjoyed their dinner, the trio of teenagers they’d allowed to be their DJ’s took their places behind their equipment and announced the bride and groom’s first dance as husband and wife; they both had fun watching their guests’ reactions when, instead of some sort of romantic waltz or ballad, they danced along to the fast-paced disco hit ‘You’re The First, The Last, My Everything,’ spinning and twirling so much around the dance floor that (Y/N) was thankful she’d removed her floral crown and veil and that Loki had dressed down to just his black tuxedo.

The guests took to the dance floor once dinner was cleared away and while Loki danced with Frigga, Thor asked (Y/N) for a dance. From there, (Y/N) danced with every member of the Avengers and their off-realm guests to a wide variety of music; she requested Big Band tunes for Steve and Bucky and slower songs for Bruce and the Warrior’s Three, while Tony, Clint and Sam happily danced along with her to some faster pop numbers. Natasha pulled her into a ladies-only group dance with Jane, Darcy, Helen and Maria, and after a brief dance with Everett Ross, (Y/N) had their trio of DJ’s pause the music so she could reveal her surprise for Loki.

“I’d like to start out by thanking you all for being here with us today,” (Y/N) began as she stood before the crowded ballroom. “As I’m sure some of you know, I had a difficult road to recovery after the Battle of Boston. Sam suggested that I take up playing the piano again as a form of musical therapy, but I was hesitant at first; you see, my aunt taught me to play when I was a child and I stopped when she died because I couldn’t enjoy the music without her. Loki…” Her voice momentarily caught in her throat at the unexpected emotions welling up within her, but spotting her husband standing amongst the crowd helped her to steady herself and keep going. “Loki stayed with me every single time I sat myself at the piano. With him by my side, I found the strength to enjoy the music again and slowly but surely, I started to heal. Loki’s always been there for me when I needed him the most, which is why I’d like to dedicate this next song to my new husband.”

Peter and MJ plugged in the last chord as (Y/N) sat down at the electric keyboard they’d set up for her, both teenagers ducking out of the way with a whispered “break a leg!” while she adjusted the microphone and straightened her posture; seeing the curious expression on Loki’s face and the eager anticipation filling his emerald-green eyes, (Y/N) gave him a smile and a little wink before she began to play.

“Sweet, wonderful you, you make me happy with the things you do. Oh, can it be so, this feeling follows me wherever I go. I never did believe in miracles, but I’ve a feeling it’s time to try…I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I’m beginning to wonder why…” A widening grin played on (Y/N)’s lips as the guests took to the dance floor and started to dance to the spirited Fleetwood Mac tune while she sang. “I never did believe in miracles, but I’ve a feeling it’s time to try…I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I’m beginning to wonder why…” While the guests continued to dance, Loki approached the electric keyboard she was seated at and watched her fingers fly across the keys with an unreadable expression on his face. “Don’t, don’t break the spell, it would be different and you know it will. You, you make loving fun, and I don’t have to tell you but you’re the only one. You, you make loving fun, it’s all I want to do…you, you make loving fun, it’s all I want to do…you, you make loving fun, it’s all I want to do…you, you make loving fun, it’s all I want to do…”

When the song finally came to an end, the crowd burst into applause and their three DJ’s were quick to select another pop song that kept everyone out on the dance floor. (Y/N) thanked the teenagers for their help and crossed the makeshift stage to where Loki stood but before she could say anything, his arms were around her and he was dipping her low as his lips captured hers in a reverent kiss; when they were finally forced to separate for air, her husband straightened them both up but kept his arms wound around her waist and gave her a tender grin. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you sing, darling, and you sang that beautiful song just for me. Rest assured, I’ll treasure that moment for the rest of my days.”

“Thanks to our archer-turned-videographer, you’ll be able to watch it over and over until you get sick of it,” (Y/N) chuckled as she glanced past Loki to see Clint filming Natasha and Thor reenacting the famous lift from Dirty Dancing to the amazement of the dancers nearest to them.

Loki’s fingers gently took hold of her chin and guided her to look at him, and his love-struck gaze remained trained on hers as he slowly shook his head. “Never, my love. Now, how about a slice of cake and some Asgardian mead?”

Everyone gathered to watch (Y/N) and Loki cut their three-tiered wedding cake with one of his intricate daggers and after they’d indulged in their dessert, four of their grinning and slightly-inebriated teammates took to the makeshift stage; Natasha and Clint’s cheeks were tinged red, Sam’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his bow-tie was missing, and Tony couldn’t contain his giggles as he stepped up to one of the microphones.

“Hey, guys! Great party, huh?” The crowd cheered and Tony nodded in agreement. “Well, you better hold onto your hats ‘cause it’s about to get even greater!”

(Y/N), who was standing beside Loki and catching up with both Pepper and Helen, looked over at her husband with eyes widened in horror. “He’s not about to give a speech, is he?”

“Not if he doesn’t wanna spend tonight sleeping on the couch,” The CEO replied before taking another sip of her champagne. “Trust me, he and I already had a lengthy discussion about what constitutes as appropriate wedding reception behavior.”

“In my experience, Mr. Stark tends not to retain information told to him in less than three sentences or in any tone other than pleasant.” The world-renowned geneticist let out a long-suffering sigh and watched the four Avengers setting up several more microphone stands. “Hence why he’s permanently banned from my laboratory.”

While Pepper gave Helen an understanding nod, Loki wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and gave her a comforting squeeze. “I’m sure that whatever they’re planning will be very touching…also, Romanoff stole Stark’s intended speech and vaguely threatened bodily harm if he attempted to improvise one; he may be an impulsive Midgardian, but he knows better than to find himself at the mercy of the Black Widow.”

(Y/N) chuckled as the lighting dimmed and all of a sudden, a spotlight landed on the two of them. “You see, the four of us up here got together and decided we wanted to do somethin’ special for our two good friends here. Like (Y/L/N) here mentioned earlier, she used music to help her out during her recovery and she’d play for all of us in the tower; so, we got together and figured that it was time we were the ones to play something for her…or rather, sing something for her. Hit it, adolescent DJ’s!”

The teenagers began to play an instrumental track of Frankie Valli and the Four Season’s ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off You,’ and Loki offered her his hand. “Shall we?”

With a smile on her face, (Y/N) nodded and allowed her husband to lead her to the empty center of the dance floor, slow-dancing along to the song’s pleasant introduction and biting her lip to keep from giggling when Tony and Sam started singing and Natasha and Clint provided their back-up vocals. “You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you. You’d be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive. You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…”

“Did you tell them that I like this song?” (Y/N) suddenly asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she examined Loki’s overly-cheerful face. “Because I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned to any of them that I like this song.”

Loki merely arched a brow and his emerald-green eyes sparkled with mischief. “Now, why would I do such an odd thing as that?”

“Pardon the way that I stare, there’s nothin’ else to compare. The sight of you leaves me weak, there are no words left to speak. But if you feel like I feel, please let me know that it’s real. You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…”

As the small instrumental revved up for the chorus, (Y/N) was twirled around in tight circles and before she could question her husband further, his voice suddenly echoed throughout the ballroom and sang, “I love you, baby!” (Y/N) gasped in disbelief when she looked over at the makeshift stage to see Loki standing at one of the microphones, and she laughed when she realized that her dance partner was a clone created from Loki’s magic. “And if it’s quite alright I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night, I love you, baby, trust in me when I say…” Loki was grinning widely as he sang and when his eyes found (Y/N)’s, he gave her a sly wink. “Oh, pretty baby! Now that I’ve found you, stay, and let me love you, baby, let me love you!”

“You really are a trickster,” (Y/N) remarked to Loki’s smirking clone, who merely shrugged and continued to sway them across the dance floor.

“When our friendship first began, my darling (Y/N) took it upon herself to introduce me to all of Midgard’s greatest literary creations and being the dedicated bibliophile that she is, she more than succeeded.” The real Loki onstage smiled as he held onto the microphone. “Each and every novel and play she recommended provided me insight into her beautiful mind but when it came to watching the filmed adaptations of her favorite literary works, I was able to observe just how they affected her…which is how I know that (Y/N) adores the scene in a certain modern Shakespearean adaptation when the handsome lead surprises the heroine with a public show of affection.”

(Y/N) felt her face warm and a reluctant grin spread across her face as she glanced back at the clone she was dancing with. “10 Things I Hate About You was the first movie we watched together when I joined the Avengers. I…I can’t believe you remembered that…”

The clone leaned down and pressed a kiss onto her forehead while the real Loki onstage continued to sing. “I love you, baby! And if it’s quite alright I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night, I love you, baby, trust in me when I say…Oh, pretty baby! Don’t bring me down, I pray, oh pretty baby, now that I’ve found you, stay, oh pretty baby, trust in me when I say…”

When the song came to an end, the clone vanished in a shimmer of green magic and as the crowd clapped and cheered, an impressed-looking Darcy leaned towards (Y/N) and yelled over the din, “Geez, is there anything that guy can’t do?”

“If there is, then I’ve certainly never seen it!” (Y/N) chuckled and when Loki finally made his way through the crowd, she looped her arms around his waist and smiled up at him. “That was beautiful, sweetheart!”

“It was a challenge to keep our rehearsals a secret and I might’ve downed a shot or two of liquid courage beforehand, but I’m glad that you enjoyed it.” He pressed a kiss onto the tip of her nose and grinned when she laughed at the ticklish sensation. “You surprised me with a beautifully-performed song, and I surprised you with a slightly-less conventional performance; I suppose that great minds really do think alike.”

“Okay, here’s another oldie for all you oldies out there!” Ned Leeds’ amplified voice announced and the opening notes of The Village People’s ‘Y.M.C.A.’ filled the ballroom, causing the guests to eagerly take to the dance floor.

Nearby, Jane frowned and turned to Darcy standing beside her. “Wait, did that kid just call us old?”

“Join the club,” Both Steve and Bucky quipped as Natasha and Jennifer Walters dragged them past towards the center of the dance floor.

“Oh, I love this song!” (Y/N) grabbed Loki’s hands and started to sway along to the catchy beat. “It was in The Office, remember? It’s the song that plays towards the end of the Café Disco episode!”

“You’re right, but I’m still confused as to why a song about a worldwide youth organization inspires such a visceral reaction in Midgardians.” Loki studied the dancers around them in curious amusement. “And what about it has anything to do with weddings?”

She ducked under his arms and spun so that her back was pressed against his front, craning her neck so that she could meet his gaze with a grin. “It’s a catchy, cheesy song that has the easiest dance moves in the world to perform. Doesn’t that make it the perfect party song?”

Loki shrugged and spun her back out to face him. “Only if one has the perfect dance partner to go along with it.”

“Then I suppose we’re in luck,” (Y/N) quipped, pressing a kiss onto her husband’s knuckles before manipulating his arms along to the song’s iconic chorus and dissolving into a fit of giggles at the absurdity of the God of Mischief dancing along to ‘Y.M.C.A..’

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When the moon was high in the star-filled sky and the reception inside Stark Mansion was beginning to wind down, Loki and (Y/N) snuck off to the gazebo they were married in and swayed to the slow music playing in the distance, surrounded only by the beautiful flowers and twinkling fairy lights that decorated the structure. (Y/N)’s head rested on Loki’s shoulder and his eyes were closed as one of his hands held hers against his chest, directly over his heart.

“Do you think that we’ll see Doctor Strange again?”

Loki thoughtfully hummed and nodded. “I’m sure we will, but not for a long while; I believe that the superhero lifestyle unnerved the poor fellow and I doubt he wants to incite the anger of any of our friends. As long as you continue to train and master your abilities, there won’t be a reason for that second-rate sorcerer to bother you again.”

(Y/N) lifted her head so that she could meet his gaze, a single brow arched as her (Y/E/C) eyes sparkled with delight. “So, are you finally going to tell me where we’re going on our honeymoon?”

“And ruin the surprise I’ve spent two months meticulously planning? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Loki, I have to know what sort of clothes to pack!”

“Darling, I don’t imagine we’ll be wearing any for the majority of the honeymoon.” Loki’s teasing snickers quickly transitioned to laughter when (Y/N)’s fingers mercilessly tickled his neck in retaliation. “All right, all right, I surrender! On Monday, you and I will travel the Bifrost to Karapiro, New Zealand and spend ten days at Lakeview Lodge; we’ll have the opportunity to visit Rotorua, the Waitomo Caves and even take a tour of-”

“Hobbiton,” (Y/N) gasped and Loki’s grin widened as her face lit up with excitement. “We’re going to see where they filmed The Lord of the Rings movies?!” When he nodded, she flung her arms around his neck and nearly tackled him to the floor with the force of her embrace, but he was quick to catch her and hold her up against him while she laughed in delight. “I have the absolute best husband in the world!”

Loki’s heart leapt in his chest when she called him her husband and when she moved her hands to cradle his face, he tenderly smiled up at her and replied, “Well, the best wife in the world deserves everything I can offer her and more, does she not?”

(Y/N)’s expression softened into a look of loving adoration, and the feather-light touch of her thumbs caressing his cheekbones nearly made his eyes flutter closed in bliss. “You know, I think about that day we first met in the library from time to time. I replay the entire scene my mind – how I stumbled and how you were by my side in an instant to catch me, how our eyes locked and my breath was nearly taken away by the way you looked at me, how my heartbeat sped up when I realized how much I enjoyed having your arms around me – and when I do, I thank the universe for sending a mischievous and misunderstood trickster to steal my heart that day.”

“When I think of that fateful day, I find myself thanking the Norns for sending a kind and passionate lost princess to spellbind me, body and soul,” Loki huskily replied as his eyes stung with the prickling of tears. “And I pray that she’ll never set me free.”

(Y/N), her eyes sparkling with unshed tears of joy, gently shook her head and leaned forward to ghost her lips over his. “As long as the trickster holds her heart, she never ever will. So…” She held her hand up and stuck her little finger into the air with the hint of a playful grin on her face. “Pinky-Promise?”

Loki laughed and adjusted his hold on her so that he could wrap his little finger around hers. “Pinky-Promise.”

Their lips finally met in a passionate and unhurried kiss and Loki sighed at the heavenly sensation of (Y/N)’s fingers carding through his hair, holding his beautiful wife in a tight embrace and smiling through the love-filled kisses they exchanged beneath the gazebo’s twinkling lights.

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A/N: I honestly loved writing this and indulging in some of my own personal wedding dreams lol if anyone would like to see the different reference pics I used while designing the wedding, just shoot me a message and I’ll send ‘em to you! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wx8TZwpDN0l33tES3W3Nk?si=5fcb3ef04de544e7

Three’s Company (A Spellbinding-Verse Interlude)

“Spellbinding” Masterlist

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