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peterrparrkerr · 4 years ago

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Aliens made them do it - read on ao3

Second card is officially done!! I'll be posting the masterlist tomorrow and will start posting the third bingo card in August!

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Peter doesn't cry. He doesn't. Not when he's separated from Tony and the others, and not when Ronan presses the barrel of an alien blaster to his head.

He didnt cry, because he knew this was a possible outcome to staying on the ship. He knew that there was a possibility that this would happen.

He told Tony he thought this through, and he had.

But damn was he terrified. He shook with fear and cold, on his knees. They'd stripped him of his suit, leaving him in his boxers. He knew space was cold, but he never expected it to be like this.

"They're recruiting young, I see," Ronan hummed, walking around Peter's hunched and trembling form. "They must be desperate."

"I'm stronger than I look," Peter said, putting on a brave face. He was going to die anyway. He wanted to die like Spiderman, not like Peter Parker.

"I'm sure," Ronan hummed. He finishes his lap around Peter before standing in front of him. "Has anyone told you what exactly you were up against before throwing you to the lions?"

The barrel of the gun presses under Peter's chin, forcing him to crane his neck. He swallows thickly, blinking rapidly against frightened tears.

"Something as tiny and fragile as you must know you stand no chance against the almighty Thanos," Ronan continued, not giving Peter a chance to answer -not that he would.

"Its a suicide mission," the blue alien continued. "One that landed you in my grasp, and no closer to Thanos.

"And what to do with you," Ronan hummed, looking deep in thought for a moment. Peter felt his mouth grow dry.

Aunt May would never know what happened to him. He'd leave her all alone. And what happened if none of the other Avengers could stop him?

Would she be one of the ones killed by Thanos? Or would she be left behind. Left wondering if Peter was alive somewhere or gone like the rest of half the population. Peter didn't know which was worse.

"Killing you would be a waste," Ronan continued, oblivious to Peter's inner turmoil. "I'm sure we could find some way to entertain ourselves, hmm?"

Peter's first thought was torture, and he felt his breath hitching. It made Ronan grin, dark teeth juxtaposing against his blue skin.

"Oh, yes, I have the perfect thing for you and your little friends."

Peter tried not to shout when Ronan grabbed him by the hair, but he tugged Peter from his knees, and he couldn't help it.

Peter gripped Ronan's wrist, wincing and whimpering as he was half dragged across the floor.

"I've always wondered how humans worked," Ronan mused. "And now I've got four of them."

"Please-" Peter gasped wetly, tears burning his eyes. Ronan takes him into a dark room and yanks him forward before dropping him.

Peter falls onto his chest, not having enough to catch himself. He coughs as he gets his hands under him, pushing himself off the ground.

A heavy boot lands on his back and shoves him back down, and Peter grunts, scrambling to get up off the floor.

"Now now, no need to make a fuss," Ronan murmured, voice deep. "Bring in the sarcastic one. Take the other two humans and have fun."

"No!" Peter shouted. "Le-leave them alone-"

He's cut off when the boot grinds down on his shoulder blade. He winces, chest heaving as two other blue aliens leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

"Its best you behave, human," Ronan presses, leaning over Peter, putting more weight on Peter's back. "Your behavior from here on out determines how fast you and your friends die at my hand."

Peter chokes on a sharp exhale, tears spilling over his eyelashes.

It doesn't take long for the doors to open again, and Peter can hear Tony, grumbling and digging himself into a hole, like always.

"Ah, just who we were waiting for," Ronan said cheerfully. "Come join us."

Peter lays on the floor under Ronan's boot, knowing he wasn't strong enough to buck him off.

Tony comes into his line of sight, and he looks pissed. Thdyd taken his suit too, though he had a track suit on underneath.

Peter stupidly wondered if Tony would make his suit able to hide clothes as well -so he didnt have to go around in his boxers- before remembering there wouldn't be a chance to.

"You okay, kid?" Tony asked, eyeing Peter. Peter could only nod.

Ronan removed his boot before bending down and grabbing Peter by the hair.

Peter yelped and scrambled to his feet, and Tony took a step forward, face contortions in rage before two other Kree grabbed him by the arms.

"Humans are so strange," Ronan hummed, pulling Peter in close by his hair. Peter held onto his wrist, wincing and stumbling as he was guided around. "Your customs and traditions have always been odd, though I've never seen them practiced."

Peter whimpers as Ronan draws his head back, exposing his neck. He looks down at Peter just as Peter feels cold metal press into his throat.

"Leave him alone," Tony demands. Peter can't see him, but he knows from the scuffle that he'd tried to charge at them again but was held back. "I swear to God, you kill him and I'll blow this ship to pieces."

Ronan chuckled, eyes alit with amusement. "I'm not going to hurt him yet," Ronan promised.

"Not until I see you fuck him."

Peter's eyes widen at that.

"Fuck you," Tony snapped. Ronan laughed. "No fucking way am I going to do-"

"Either you fuck him, or I kill you where you stand," Ronan growled, aiming the alien tech towards Tony.

"Do it," Tony growled back. "I'm not scared of you."

"No?" Ronan asked. Peter lets out a desperate sob, trembling against the alien. "He seems pretty scared of me."

Peter can't help flinching when the alien blaster is pressed back into his throat.

Ronan then leans down, dark purple tongue poking out between darker teeth. Peter cries out, struggling against his hold as the alien licks a strip up Peter's cheek, from jaw up to his eyebrow.

"Fuckin- leave him alone!" Tony nearly screams. Peter manages to turn his head, but it tightens the hold Ronan has on his hair.

"Fuck him, or I will," Ronan demanded. "And I wont be nice about it."

Peter doesn't think his knees will hold him much longer. He openly cries, breath heaving in his chest.

"You can't-" Peter gasped out.

"Oh, but I can," Ronan said. "Do you think your fragile human body can handle me, little one?"

Peter chokes on a sob, struggling in his hold a little more as Ronan licks at his jaw again.

"I've heard humans tear so easily," Ronan continues, loud enough for Tony to hear over Peter's crying. "Poor thing might die before I even get a chance to fuck him properly."

"Fine!" Tony shouted. "Fine, alright, I'll do it- just- just let him go."

Ronan smiles against Peter's skin, and he's suddenly released. Peter almost drops to the floor, but he catches himself and rushes from the alien, into Tony's chest.

The older man is quick to hold him tight, hashing Peter and holding him tight.

"I'm waiting," Ronan called. "Entertain me."

Peter buries his face deeper into Tony's chest, arms wrapped around his torso.

"Pete," Tony winces, lowering his head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Peter shakes his head, sobbing breathlessly. He doesn't fight him when Tony pulls him to the floor, the whole time apologizing over and over.

"Just- just lay down, Peter," Tony murmurs, his own hands shaking. "Close your eyes."

Peter sobs as he lays on the cold ground, body stiff and vision blurry.

He can see Ronan and the two other Kree watching them, sitting and smirking together. Peter tries so hard to calm his crying, but it seems to make it worse.

Tony takes Peter's boxers off, kneeling between his legs.

Peter covers himself with his hands, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," Tony murmured, leaning over him. Peter can't look as Tony takes himself out of his pants.

He's never prayed for death before now. He sobs and begs for this not to happen, for Ronan to just kill them and get this over with.

"I'm sorry."

Its the last thing Tony says before pressing into him. Peter arches, a strangled cry forced past his lips.

He can hear the Kree laughing, egging Tony on. Peter sobs as Tony presses all the way in, lowering himself.

Peter realizes he's hiding Peter as best he can, resting on his elbows. Peter wraps his arms around Tony's neck, burying his nose into his shoulder as Tony thrusts into him.

It lasts forever. He knows neither of them are enjoying it. But Peter knows why Tony's doing this. Knows why he chose to do it instead of letting Ronan.

And Peter can't help but love him for it. But he hates him too. Hates that the two of them are in this position.

Mostly he hates himself. He should've listened when Tony told him to go home. If he had just stayed on the bus, Tony and Dr. Strange might've gotten away.

"I'm so so sorry, Peter," Tony whispered against Peter's ear. He sounded wrecked, broken and disgusted with himself.

Peter whimpers against his shoulder as he's fucked into the cold floor.

"Its okay," he manages through his crying. "Its okay, its okay."

Tony just shakes his head, exhaling wetly against him.

Peter feels his balls tighten up, and he hates himself. He sobs and closes his eyes, hiding his face against Tony seconds before he cums.

"Shh, shh," Tony hushes, holding Peter tight. "I've got you."

But Peter knows he doesn't. Not really. He's just as defenseless as Peter is. They're trapped in space with aliens just slightly less villainous than Thanos himself.

He has to bite back a mewling sob as Tony cums moments later, painting Peter's inner walls in warm semen.

He doesn't stay attached to Peter for longer than needed. Peter's boxers are pulled back on and then Tony is pulling Peter into a seated position.

"There, you happy?" Tony snapped, hugging Peter to his chest. Peter trembles against him, burying his face in Tony's track suit.

"Very," Ronan hums. "Take them back to their cages. I might want to play with them a little later."

Peter can't stop crying when they're locked in their small four by four cage. Hes leaning against the bars, knees drawn up and arms holding his legs tightly.

Tony's on the other side, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Stephen and Quill's cage is still empty to the left of them, but to the right, Drax and Mantis sit. Peter can't even look at them.

Can't look at Tony.

He tucks his face into his knees and lets the sobs wrack his body, shoulders shaking with each shuddering breath.

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twdeadlysins · 4 years ago

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not the same

pairing: loki laufeyson x reader word count: 1.5k+ summary: you’re used to death because you can see the dead, but nothing prepared you for this. // set during infinity war warnings: infinity war spoilers, major angst, a hint of fluff if you squint, usual marvel themes, and possible typos by yours truly a/n: get the tissues bc this one hurts my soul

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He won.

Thanos won despite all your efforts — despite all the small victories along the way. It really seemed like you were winning and getting the advantage, but maybe you let that get to your head too much.

Maybe, it just wasn’t enough.

No matter how hard you and everyone on your side tried.

Vision died at the hand of Thanos while fifty-percent of the population turned into dust, some right in front of your eyes that were soon blurred by tears.

How were you going to get them back?

Your knees had given out and collided with the ground after witnessing Bucky turn into ash and his gun meet the dirt.

Staring at the spot he once occupied, you even didn’t comprehend Steve trudge over to where his best friend had once stood until he called out your name. You averted your eyes to the blonde with a tear streaming down your dirty and bloody covered cheek, mouth slightly agape with shock and realization at what just happened to all your friends — to your family.

“Y/N, can you see them?”

Attempting to blink the tears away, you sharply inhaled and wandered your eyes around frantically before peering back at the captain with a shake of your head. He combed his fingers through his locks with a defeated sigh as he moved from his crouched position to sit down and hang his head.

The power you had wasn’t exactly the most helpful in fighting bad guys, but it proved handy only if the person no longer existed.

Seeing the dead wasn’t something you were born with, it occurred when you had a near death experience.

Kinda ironic.

The city was under attack and there was an explosion at the cafe you regularly visited. You had flat-lined twice on the operating table and when you woke up, you were met with Tony Stark.

He felt responsible since he couldn’t prevent the explosion and wanted to make sure you were okay. You were in shock, not only because the Tony Stark was in your presence, but your deceased father was in the room.

Tony wanted you to be a part of the Avengers, promising that he and Bruce could aid you in learning and adapting to your new ability. You didn’t think you and your new found “superpower” was worthy of being part of the team, but you accepted nonetheless.

Figuring out your ability was when you also met Loki.

In order for him to stay with the Avengers, he was forced to work with you, Bruce, and Tony in your training and experiments as some sort of punishment.

At first, Loki was a bit of an annoyance, always making snide comments since it was obvious he didn’t want to be there — but they were never directed at you. With the help of the God, you eventually learned that you could summon the dead, but only if they allowed you to — they could choose to stay or leave.

Although most of the time, it was out of your control.

People would show up out of nowhere and you had to concentrate on shutting them out — to decide on whether or not they could be there.

Eventually it was a two way street, either you both agreed to see each other or one of you declined.

During your training sessions whether it be sparring or the fact that you could see the dead, you grew fond of the mischievous man. The two of you soon spent time together outside of your work, learning more about one another and it led into something more — a bond — an undeniable connection — love.

Loki understood the thoughts and concerns you had about seeing ghosts, and the emotional toll it brought upon you. He helped you in any way he could and you did the same for him when he was fighting his demons and his past.

He wanted to be a better person — for you. You were his motivation — his light at the end of a dark and seemingly never-ending tunnel.

“Y/N?”

The blank stare you had on the ground jumped up, orbs searching your surroundings with confusion and desperation.

It was Loki.

Thor had come down with a strike of lightning in the midst of battle, accompanied with unfamiliar guests to join the fight. Loki must’ve been with him and you didn’t notice somehow.

“Loki? Where are you?”

“Right here, my love,” he softly called, causing you to zone in on his figure with a relieved smile that he wasn’t gone like the rest of them, missing the way his voice was filled with sorrow.

“Thank God.” Placing a palm on your knee to stand up, you whimpered at the ache in your muscles, and the pain of all the cuts and bruises you received, especially where a deep slash was made on your bicep.

Before you could trudge over to Loki, Steve spoke up, now standing with a bewildered expression.

“Y/N, you see Loki?”

The bizarre question felt like someone swung a metal bat to your gut as you halted your movements, peering at the captain who searched in the spot where the man you loved was.

“Do you not see him?” you asked, glossy orbs bouncing between the two men.

Steve shook his head and a strangled sob left your lips as you glanced over at a pained Loki. Your knees gave out once again, stating that he was in fact there before your very eyes — that he had to be.

A pair of cold hands grasped your wrists that were entangled in your hair and you gasped, seeming to be in a ship with Thor, Loki, Thanos and his goons.

There was a quick white flash and next thing you knew Thanos had his gigantic hand enclosed around Loki’s throat, cutting off his air supply.

Another flash and his lifeless body was lying there, face blue and eyes soulless. His brother gripping his form, mourning the loss he witnessed — and now you did.

Flash.

Your wide, traumatic eyes met Loki’s worried ones, not knowing what just occurred.

That had never happened before — seeing someone’s death — seeing it so vividly as if you were there in the flesh.

“Thanos, he kil- he killed you,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut, letting the tears spill. Your hand was against his chest where his beating heart would be pumping for you, but it was hollow — like the way yours felt.

He was a ghost.

He was dead.

“How did you-? Did you see what happened?”

You nodded your head, breaking down even further, unable to steady your breathing.

Loki pulled you in, wrapping his arms around your middle as you wept. “Love, I’m so sorry you had to see that.” He cradled your head as you angrily balled the fabric of his clothing in your fists, grieving at the loss of who you believed to be your soulmate.

“Although I’m not physically here, I’m still here with you, dear,” he assured, drawing away to hold your battered face within his delicate hands, making you look in his eyes.

“It’s not the same,” you murmured, voice broken along with your heart. “You’re not actually here — not with me. You’re gone and I’m the only one that can see you.”

He was aware of how you felt about that. That you couldn’t live your life talking to the dead or you’d go crazy. You wanted to surround yourself with life — with the living, not the dead.

And now he was the dead.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up. I’m going to get you back, Loki. I need you.”

He couldn’t help, but smile. He also couldn’t help the thought of you letting it consume your life, to become so obsessed in getting him back that you didn’t have a life of your own.

Stuck and unable to move on, to grieve properly.

But that was an argument for later.

“I love you, Loki,” you exclaimed, holding back a sob as he kissed your forehead before pressing a chaste one on your lips. His lips felt so cold and you would give anything to experience the softness and warmth of them again.

“And I love you. Summon me whenever you’d like, love. I’ll accept it.”

He was gone when you opened your eyes.

Steve’s heart ached even though he couldn’t see or hear Loki, your side of the conversation was enough. Thor and Nat finally stepped up after watching from afar, not wanting to interrupt, and the latter sat down next to you, enveloping you in her arms.

Nothing could prepare you for today.

Losing the battle.

Losing your friends.

Losing your family.

Losing your soulmate.

All at the hand of one person.

Thanos.

“We’ll get everyone back. We’ll get him back,” the Black Widow reassured while you glared into the distance, clutching onto her arm as water pooled from your eyes.

The captain was already peering at you with remorse when you connected your orbs to his. As you wandered them over to the God of Thunder who felt responsible, you uttered something that caught his attention.

“Whatever it takes.”

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forasecondtherewedwon · 4 years ago

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Mr. Second Chance

Fandom: Loki Rating: G Word Count: 1148

Summary: Agent Mobius has a conversation with the potential new best friend the deviant timeline just dropped in his lap.

Loki seemed like he was going to play ball and so, as a reward, Agent Mobius took him back to the overlook. Poor guy seemed to enjoy the simple pleasure of marveling at the sprawling, soaring, roaring, crowded TVA metropolis. Probably reminded him of the inside of his own head.

Mobius knew how Loki’s whole life in the Sacred Timeline went—he’d memorized it either a week or 30,000 years ago—but everything Loki did and said here was brand new material. Now, most Variants were scrubbed from existence, their deviant branches nipped in the bud, so Mobius didn’t get a lot of new. Loki was a novelty.

He watched his new pal/god/sad-sack stare out at the domes and towers and aerial highways of bureaucracy and really felt excited about his job.

Abruptly, Loki turned to him.

“Do we have time for this?”

Mobius smiled.

“Man, you are hysterical.”

“I was being serious. You seem very fond here of explaining things in actions rather than words, so the only clarification I’ve received on how time works inside the TVA is being tossed backward across a room when I try to attack someone.”

“Ah. ‘Show don’t tell’ must really suck for you, huh?” Mobius checked, amusement undiminished. “Yeah, this place is a fairly well-oiled machine, so a lotta chitchat isn’t necessary.”

“…So you still aren’t going to answer me.”

Loki said it like a statement, but Mobius still pointed at him sharply and said, “Bingo.”

If there was one thing this guy actually needed, it was probably positive reinforcement. He’d had a rough time. Nobody here was supposed to show favouritism and, honestly, most of Loki’s history was like a textbook of cases you’d refer to for a reminder of when not to choose leniency. His entire life was one last-straw event after another, constantly crossing the line of, ok, this guy can never be trusted again. Better not give him my army, better not assume he doesn’t have another knife hidden someplace, better doublecheck to make sure he’s really dead and not doing a pretty bad job of pretending to be my dad.

“It’s better this way,” Mobius assured him. “A real answer would blow your mind and then what use would you be?” He immediately felt bad for the rhetorical question, lightly tapping Loki’s arm as he said, “Sorry, I’m sure you’re still feeling sensitive over gaining awareness of the extreme insignificance of your life and its fleeting accomplishments that were really just blips in a series of overall failures.”

“That really does sum it up,” Loki said flatly.

Shoot.

“Hey there, guy. You’ve got some spirit in you yet. Don’t forget, I know your track record. You’re the guy who always gets back up.”

“Not after being strangled by Thanos, apparently.” Loki turned his head and eyed Mobius. “And you’re not even afraid of me. That other one… Clarence… Carl…”

“Casey.”

“At least Casey was scared. Mostly confused,” Loki amended, cocking his head as he seemed to play back his memory of the encounter.

“Well,” Mobius explained, spreading his hands wide, “first of all, Casey doesn’t get out much. I’m a little desensitized because I’m not stuck behind a desk.”

Loki studied him shrewdly.

“You’re a field agent.”

“Sometimes fields. Also sometimes caves, uh, houses, places of worship. A lotta fast food joints, surprisingly.” At the blank look on Loki’s face, Mobius elucidated: “Customers are served in the wrong order and it’s like, no, he shouldn’t get his fries before her, she was ahead of him in line! God.”

“What disturbs me most is that I don’t know what to make of you,” Loki said.

Coming from anybody else, it would’ve been an admission of vulnerability, of being at a disadvantage, but with Variant L1130, it was closer to hostility. What a fun energy the two of them were going to have.

Mobius shrugged and decided he’d better say it simply.

“I’m a fan. It’s like, hey, did you ever watch Killing Eve? Great show, Earth show. Or Midgard to you, ya goof.” He thought a moment. “Never mind, you couldn’t have seen it.”

“After my time?” Loki guessed wryly. The expression on his face said he was barely containing his impatience for Mobius to get to the point, but he could just relax.

“Yes and no. It premieres in the Sacred Timeline, but, because of the Snap, never comes back for another season. Thanos really killed good TV. It’s a shame. What he didn’t have much effect on was the career of the actor Owen Wilson, who’d already made most of his popular movies.”

“Is this Owen Wilson person important?”

“Not technically, but he is my Sacred Timeline facsimile. More of a fun fact than a critical piece of information.”

“I was not aware that we were doing fun facts.”

“Only as detours, which you should feel like a specialist in now, seeing as you are one. Back to what I was saying, the whole premise of Killing Eve is that it’s these two professionals who are supposed to be on opposites sides but they just can’t be because they’re big fans of each other.”

“And you think what?” Loki stared at him with obvious skepticism. “That you and I have a similar dynamic?”

“Well, one of them kills people.”

“Ah. But you do know that I am not a fan of your work because I don’t yet know precisely what it entails, nor can I promise to become one once I do.”

“Nor would you promise that, I believe,” Mobius said knowingly. Loki inclined his head with a slight smile. “I like my odds though, especially since, I’m sorry to say, your other option is being reset.”

“No third option?”

“What, like letting you go?” Mobius wagged a finger at him.

“What can I say, I prefer to aim high.”

“I don’t think we can even do low. We got the ticket machine figured out a long time ago and we aren’t really looking to deindustrialize that process by putting an organic being in the post. Can’t let you narrate the informational video and replace Miss Minutes either. People love her.”

Loki narrowed his eyes.

“Do they?”

“Oh sure. At most, you could be her sidekick, Mister Seconds or something—that’s just off the top of my head—but I don’t think you consider yourself sidekick material.”

“And yet…” Loki gestured from himself to Mobius and Mobius had to laugh.

“I see your point. I’d say I’ll try not to call you my sidekick if you swear you won’t betray me, but I think you’ve infected me with some of those trust issues you have.”

“They are rather catching.”

“Then we’d better not make any promises and just see how things play out.” Mobius leaned forward on the railing and tried to view the TVA with fresh eyes. “I’m sorta looking forward to it.”

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imagine-loki · 5 years ago

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Glow

TITLE: Glow

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: imagine that you liked Loki long ago. But he had rejected you once, so you’ve moved on. One day, he appears at your doorstep. He was a lot mellower than you remembered, like dark, burdensome things had happened to him, but was still the good man at heart you knew all those years ago.

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: I had every intention of this being light-hearted, and then I started writing and went very dark, very fast. End in fluff, though? Mentions of death, disease, depression, language, and heartbreak. Loosely builds on my past Imagine One-Shot: Taking Turns.

It had been strange to die.

To really die, not that subtle fakery he had done a thousand times before to put a temporary stop to his problems. There would be no getting up from these wounds. From the twisted neck and its haunting crunch, and the inevitable darkness that had smothered him a moment after, blanketing him in warmth. It truly was strange to die.

But if he died, why was he here?

Loki groaned as he shifted on the evening dew-dampened grass. His limbs all felt tumescent and clumsy. It wasn’t exactly a surprise–he had fought off an undead army, his demon of a sister, the Titan’s ranks. He deserved to feel stiff, but it wasn’t exactly helping him get on his feet.

Red-rimmed, baggy eyes were drawn to the great oak tree up ahead. He knew the sight well. He had spent many a day kissing her in secret under that tree, whenever he could get away from his brother and she could slip away from Stark’s lab, undetected. That was the place where she had told him, brown eyes rounded and shy as she stared at him through her lashes, that she was in love with him. Coincidentally, that was the same place where he told her he didn’t feel the same.

Let it never be said that Loki ever had the good sense to do something that might actually be good for him.

Her face popped into his mind, clear as the day he left her behind. The Titan. His plan. This world seemed like it was another era, altogether. Was she even alive?

“Fuck.”

His feet had brought him to her door. He hadn’t planned on it, but something in his subconscious had told him that this was as good a place as any to lay low. If she was alive, she would help him, regardless of the utter monster he had been to her. If she wasn’t… well, at least it was a place to stay, wasn’t it?

Loki’s fist pounded on the door with such force that the whole thing was shaking in its foundations. It was late, he knew, but she was never a deep sleeper. It was always so easy to nudge her awake, maybe with a kiss on the neck and have her focus her sleepy, warm attention on him. He tired of the trying to convince himself that she had to still live. He would’ve known if she didn’t, wouldn’t he? Something in the faulty machinery that rattled in his chest must still be connected to that damned awkward smile and–

“Loki…?” Her voice was breathless, as if it were impossible for the man staring out onto the street to be the same that broke her heart. And yet… “Loki.”

He pulled a breath, dressing himself in courage before turning towards the voice. The woman leaning against the doorframe looked like a spectre of who he used to know. Where her frame had been strong and wide-hipped and sturdy enough to take his full strikes on the sparring mats, this person looked… deathly? Defeated?

“Rebecca,” he whispered, taking a single step forward, trying not to overwhelm her.

“No. Thor said you died before… he swore that he saw you… You’re dead.” Her voice thickened with tears she dared not shed.

He chuckled mirthlessly. “You know I have the hardest time getting that stuff to stick.” When she didn’t smile, he cleared his throat and pushed the tangled mess of his hair back in a nervous fidget. “I don’t know how I’m here, either. I was just with Thor in the ship and I know I died, I just… I don’t know.”

“I’m going to call Thor,” she mumbled, walking backwards, eyes weary of his form.

Loki rushed to follow her. She gave out a strangled shriek when he closed his fingers around her wrist and wrenched her cell phone out of her grasp. “No one can know. Not until I understand what’s going on. Rebecca, please.” She was trembling and so he loosened his grip on her hands in favor for her face. His thumbs trailed softly over her now-prominent cheekbones. He hated not seeing the rounded cheeks, often flushed red at his touch. “Please.”

Rebecca’s face had fallen from her surprise, and now she just looked lost. “I’m dying, aren’t I?”

He frowned, confused. “What?”

“I’m dying. That’s why you’re here. You’re here to take me away and you couldn’t have fucking chosen anyone else to look like?! Loki was my…,” Rebecca trailed off, breaking down into a heart-shattering sob.

“Darling, no.” He gathered her into his embrace, winding his arms around her shoulders to hold her safe. “No, no, no. I know it’s confusing, darling. I know. You are perfectly safe with me. You know that.”

“Where were you? I needed you! For years, I needed you and you weren’t there!” Loki grit his teeth to keep his own sob from choking through. Instead, he let the tears stream quietly, offering nothing but mumbled assurances that she was fine and that he was sorry. Gods above, he was so sorry.

Eventually, he had calmed her enough to put her to bed. While she sniffed in her sleep, he scrolled through the news on her computer, trying his hardest to catch up. It had been so many years. A mere instant had plummeted him more than five years into the future. Five years that, if the glimpse of the street outside had been any indication, had been more than just rough. They had won the war against Thanos, but the number of battles they had lost in between had been costly. Too costly.

When Loki startled awake, he was surprised to see Becca watching him from the armchair across. She was molded into a ball, with her knees up to her chest. It reminded him of the first time they had kissed. He had unfurled her from that very same position and then toyed with her from a few months. He had been but a bratty child then. He couldn’t truly say that he was any different now, but at least now he had the sense to self-contemplate.

“You cut your hair,” he remarked and immediately slapped himself internally. He was truly useless around her.

Rebecca subconsciously ruffled her brown curls. “Yeah. I got sick. Kept it short, after.”

“I like it…,” he trailed off, awkwardly. “Is that why you're–” He broke off when her eyes flickered up, dangerously, daring him to make light of her situation, as he often used to. It had always been gentle teasing, though in rare occasion he would strike just across the line and have to deal with the fallout. “W-why you’re so thin?”

Silence stretched for a long time. It crept up his spine and injected itself into his veins, letting him know he had made a mistake.

“Why are you here, Loki?”

“The truth?”

Rebecca scoffed. “Are you capable of it, Liesmith?”

The jab hurt, but was in no way unjustified. “I was brought back to this world, to this time… you were my only thought. Just you. And I prayed that you were alive because I am not strong enough to live through the heartbreak of losing you, twice.”

“You left me, Loki. You broke my heart and then you went off to gallivant with Thor. In my darkest days, I pleaded for you. And now…”

“And now…?”

“And now I’m just upset because I can see you’re not doing any better than me. Shit, why am I such a fucking bleeding heart–” The tears were back, and as she protected herself in her bubble from him, she pound her fist to the side of her head. This was new behavior and worrisome, to say the least. It had been a hard decade.

“Becca.” He let her name fall quietly from his lips before he made an effort to move. He had shed his armor, opting for some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Every muscle, ligament, and bone ached, and they screamed in protest when he sunk to his knees in front of her, taking her hands in his. She struggled against him, but her strength just wasn’t there anymore. “Darling girl, please.”

In another life he would have raised his voice, shook her out of her stupor and sharply admonished her until she was agreeable; pliant. She never did like confrontation and she would have given him her very lungs if it had aided him–she would have given a perfect stranger her lungs, too.

There had always been an unbreakable brightness within her. That was what had attracted him to her, early on. She was bright where he was dark; all accepting and loving where he was brash and scornful and self-loathing. Hindsight was crystal clear, and all it told him was that he should have been so much better to her. He should have offered her the world when he had the chance. All he could do now was repent and take care of her, for a change.

“I’m going to get you some food and some coffee and then I am going to–I’m not sure. Whatever will make you happiest, I suppose. OK, pet?” He offered her a small smile, thumbs stroking the back of her hands until she stopped fidgeting and offered a nod. “Good.” He nodded and rose, reluctantly releasing her to head to the kitchen.

“What happened to you?” That was a loaded question. “You’re different.”

He stopped and faced her. After a moment, he shrugged. “Just life, Rebecca.”

“That’s not everything, is it?”

“No. Then again, you didn’t just get sick, either, did you?” His charged blue gaze pinned her down until she shook her head, seemingly against her will. “Let me get you coffee and, um, we'll… take turns?”

Becca laughed, despite herself, rolling her eyes at the god. That was a turn of phrase she had not thought of in an eternity. “I hate you. I really do,” she riposted, though there was no fire behind the words.

“I daresay you have every right.”

With a crooked half-grin, he pointed behind himself and turned once more towards the kitchen. Before he had crossed, the wind was knocked out of him as arms twisted round his stomach and squeezed painfully. Against his back, Rebecca breathed disjointedly, dampening his shirt with tears.

“I love you, Loki.”

Those words had echoed in his chest for nearly a decade. They had etched themselves against every rib and membrane in his chest, taunting him every time he failed; every time he fell. He had not been worthy of receiving them back then. Nor did Loki think he was worthy of receiving them now, but he felt a compulsion to hold fast to the phrase that he had not felt then. Twisting in her arms, he looked down on those same rounded, shy brown eyes looking up through her lashes. Only this time, they were painfully guarded, protective. He could see only a flicker of her light, and he wanted to set it ablaze, once more. For her own good, more than his own.

He grinned through the sting of tears, brushing her short curls back with delicate strokes. “And I love you, Rebecca. Across time, space, and reality, it seems.”

The walls around her had not vanished, but they seemed to wobble under his attentions. “Please don’t leave again. I don't–”

“I won’t. I promise you on my honor, whatever little I have, I will not leave your side until you demand I leave–” Her lips on his cut him short and the surprised gasp he gave died muffled beneath their kiss.

When she pulled back, both were panting. “I just waited eleven years for you to say what you mumbled in your sleep every single night for months. If anything, I’m liable to stick you in another ice block.” He let out a surprised bark of laughter before reconnecting their lips.

“I don’t deserve you.” Loki wrapped himself around her, resting his chin on her crown.

“You don’t, but you can earn me back, I bet.”

He smiled against her temple before pressing a kiss there. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Being here does most of the job. Coffee might seal the deal.” She smirked, an expression he knew was meant to tease. “If you figure out how to work my coffeemaker, that is.” Becca pecked his lips and brushed past him into the kitchen, pointing at the multi-dialed monstrosity of a coffeemaker.

The light in her eyes was starting to glow once more.

#Loki #Lover #Angst #Others #Imagine #Submitted one shot #submission #glow #Fanfictrashdump

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I’m Not Ready | Endgame

“Whatever It Takes”

One-Shot: Angst

Synopsis: Vormir always seemed like a nice place to die.

Pairing: Avengers X Younger!Reader

(Made little tweaks to the original plot of the movie)

flashback:

Helicarrier , 2012

Your POV:

“Look! It’s the star spangled man with a plan.”

Steve turned around rolling his eyes playfully. We had just captured Loki and after many failed attempts, beside from Natasha, to get information out of him, we let him be for a little. I had this terrible feeling that something wasn’t right. The god of mischief himself, giving himself up so easily, and well— not being mischievous? I can’t do math and I know that none of this adds up. But according to Bruce his mind is a bag of cats and you could practically, “smell crazy on him” so we just left the subject alone.

“Y/N.” The captain smiled at me. We were now currently walking down some hallways probably making our way to the lab to see Bruce and Tony. Steve and I had met only hours ago, but I felt a sense of trust towards him.

“Are you nervous?” The captain stopped in his tracks when hearing my sudden question and turned to me.

“For what?”

“The fight. Loki still has an army behind him, it’s inevitable really.”

“I’m not quite sure actually, you?” I smile but it falters a little. “Yeah... yeah actually. I know that I’m a lot younger than you guys and have a lot less experience. I just— I- I’m afraid of dying. Just like the thought of game over, boom, it’s done— terrifies the living crap out of me Cap. I don’t like not knowing what happens after this life. Not being in control and never waking up. It’s horrifying.” I look up at Steve with tears collecting in my waterline. After a moment Steve sighs in understanding before enveloping me in a tight hug, much to my shock.

I didn’t know it at the time, but after my little outburst, Steve swore to himself to always look over me.

flashback:

Battle Of Sokovia, 2015

Your POV:

“Agent L/N is down, I’m taking her to the quinjet. Does anyone copy?”

I faintly hear Clint yell into his earpiece. The battle was over for the most part and the people had evacuated to safety jets. Clint had ran back to a fallen market after seeing a child still scrambling out of the rubble, his mother screaming hysterically on the jet. Pietro and I had seen it before the Hawkeye, bullets pelting the ground harshly. Before Pietro could act I teleported in front of the two and put up a force field to shield us. Unluckily for me, two stray bullets managed to lodge themselves right in my shoulder and abdomen.

As of now, a frantic Clint and Pietro were scrambling towards the quinjet while I was most likely bleeding out.

“You didn’t see that coming huh old man?” I stole Pietro’s classic line but all I earned were two bewildered looks from the men. I scoffed, “jeez tough crowd”.

The adrenaline prevented me from feeling the immense pain I should probably be in. Which I hadn’t realized until after because I was probably a little delirious at the time. Once we made it to safety, Clint laid me on a bench and I let out a loud yelp as the sudden pain shot through every vein in my body. Burning like hot coals, the stinging traveled straight to the bleeding wounds.

“Holy shit! Oh my god.” I nearly screamed as Pietro clumsily ran to look for medical assistance. Clint stayed by my side, gripping my hand, “hey kid you’re going to be okay. Just don’t close your eyes.”

At this point, I was bawling my eyes out and letting whimpers past my lips.

“Oh my god. I’m dying. Clint. Please, I don’t want to go. I’m not ready yet. I’m not ready.” I frantically spit out, squeezing his hand hard, vision blurry with tears.

The pain became overwhelming and I let out one more strangled cry before letting the darkness consume me.

Present:

Vormir, 2018

Third person

Natasha, Clint and Y/N made their way up to where the soul stone was supposedly at. Vormir was a beautiful planet, although under such circumstances, it made the venture all the less exciting. Y/N had been on Titan with Tony, Strange, Peter and the galaxy gang when Thanos decided to throw a moon at the beloved man of iron. She had also witnessed Strange giving up the time stone to Thanos.

After the decimation she remained with Tony and Nebula for who knows how long, before being rescued by the flying space woman— or in other words, Captain Marvel.

Now the remaining avengers split up in teams to go through with their time heist, to undo the decimation that ruined their lives five years ago. Being in space with Nebula for so long, Y/N learned of the price that had to be paid in order to retrieve the soul stone.

One of them would not be coming out of this alive.

Y/N blanked out after meeting the floating red skull guy, the supposed keeper of the soul stone. It has been some time and Natasha and Clint paced around, in denial about the price of the stone.

Y/N was standing to the side, quietly talking to herself, looking down at her transporter and a watch. She turned around to Clint and Nat sharing a moment, foreheads together and hands clasped in each other’s. And then suddenly it happened, the pair breaks out in a fight, momentarily forgetting the young girl watching with cautious eyes a few feet away.

Y/N furrowed her brows, understanding what they were doing. They were fighting over who would get to die.

It happened so fast. One constantly stopping the other before they could reach the edge. Suddenly as Clint launched himself over the cliff, Nat followed after, a cry ripped itself from Y/N’s throat. Y/N teleported to the edge, looking down to see the crying pair, dangling from the cliff. This was it.

“Don’t worry, I’m ready now.”

The pair looked up confused, eyes widening as realization dawns on them.”

“Y/N NO-“

Suddenly, Y/N launches herself off the cliff, locking eyes with Nat and then Clint. Air swishing through her hair. Limbs tense as she plummets to certain doom.

‘It’s okay.’

Avengers Facility, 2023

“Where’s Y/N?” A tearful Black Widow and Hawkeye stood before the team, shaking from the near death experience and losing their best friend. Before either could answer they were interrupted.

‘Hey. It’s Y/N-“ Y/N’s voice suddenly rang out from the computer behind the team.

“We’re currently on Vormir. Hopefully this worked and I’m not just talking to my wrist...I know the price that we have to pay to get the soul stone, Nebula wasn’t exactly discreet about it. And for the first time I feel empowered to do what I’m going to do. Like this was my destiny, the whole reason why I wasn’t decimated all those years ago. I realized after the decimation that I can’t be forever afraid of something so much bigger than me—death. And I realized that I’m much more terrified of having one of you guys die, than me. I know we don’t trade lives Cap. But what choice do we have? But trust me, It’s going to be okay, we’re going to be okay, because we’re the god damn avengers... So now what, are you all going to stand around or are we gonna end this thing? “

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ollieologys · 6 years ago

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Hey could you please write something for the reader where she is a fan of Tom and the other avengers actors and she wakes up in a different place (turns out she got teleported to a different universe) and sees Tom walking around and she goes Tom? But really it’s peter And the other avengers come and they r all confused and try to help her back to her universe im so sorry if this is hard to understand 😬

Title; Peter Holland

Summary; You never thought you’d meet Tom Holland, and you never thought you’d meet Peter Parker, either. But here you are.

Words; 4k

Pairing; Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warning; far from home spoilers! and minor swearing because.. it’s me lol

Notes; thanks for the request! this is kinda like my summertime (with you) series, but different, so go check that out! love u lots also, lets just assume that everybody was okay after civil war and the snap hasn’t happened or anything and domestic!avengers is alive and well.

“I literally want to strangle Mysterio. Like, genuinely strangle him.”

Evening overtook the city as you left the movie theater, smiling gently at the concession worker and thanking her for providing you with delicious popcorn. You had just seen Spider-man: Far From Home for the fifth time - this time with your best friend - and still couldn’t seem to fathom how Peter was going to handle this newfound trouble.

Thankfully, you had the internet to discuss your concerns. And, of course, how amazing Tom Holland looked in his most recent stand-alone movie. That you saw five times. Because, why not?

Your friend laughed at your protective nature and draped her arm over your shoulder, stumbling down the sidewalk to your car.

“You know, Y/N, maybe you should like - make an Anti-Mysterio blog,” She suggested with a laugh. You rolled your eyes, a smile creeping on your face.

“You know what?” You tested her, eyes daring. “I just might.” She laughed at your declaration and opened the passenger door. Somehow, you always ended up leaving the theater with this conversation rising. You’d been a massive fan of Tom ever since he appeared in ‘Civil War’ a few years ago, and had followed his career ever since. You had grown to love his portrayal of Peter Parker and would gladly argue with anyone who challenged his acting.

While driving her home, you daydreamed what meeting Tom would be like. Maybe you’d be vacationing in London - freely roaming the streets and searching for anything familiar when suddenly you bump into his chest and spill your coffee. You’d apologize profusely, bending down to pick up the now empty cup, and your fingers would touch, and he’d fall in love with you instantly. Tessa would cuddle at the edge of your shared bed, you’d follow him on press tours, and he’d introduce you to his family. Your best friend would be your maid of honor. Everything would be just perfect.

“Uh, hello? Y/N?” She snapped in front of your face, and suddenly you jumped and gripped the steering wheel. “What?” You questioned, looking at her.

“I said goodnight, you little shit,” she laughed, your face still puzzled as you returned from your land of dreams. She opened the car door, leaning down to give you a final wave goodbye. You waved with a smile, wishing her sweet dreams before driving home.

You made sure to quietly close your front door - the resident just beside your apartment always slept early, and he hated loud noises waking him up - and slowly stripped yourself of the trash from the movie theater before falling into your bed. The clock read a quarter past eleven.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, the notification sound of your phone went off. You groaned, tossing and turning to get to the sleep-depriving device. Your annoyance turned to joy as you saw Tom had posted a picture on Instagram, which turned out to be a selfie from the set of Far From Home. Your heart swelled, admiration for the actor filling your chest as you drifted to sleep.

The next morning, your routine hadn’t changed much. You got ready for the day with your phone in your hand, scrolling through your social media to catch up on what had happened while you were asleep. Surprisingly, no messages showed up. You hadn’t thought much of it, though. It was a calm Sunday - your friends were most likely asleep still.

While you didn’t work on weekends, you decided to bring yourself out of your house and into the city that was New York. Just for a short stroll, you told yourself. You’d take the Manhattan-bound train and eat at your favorite cafe, or perhaps go visit your friends. Either way, you wanted to get out of the house. Daydreaming was always better while you were in motion.

While sitting on the train, you scrolled through your playlist of seemingly endless songs and waited for your stop to be announced. By now it was just past one, and you couldn’t choose a song to listen to. Even so, your regular Sunday morning changed drastically when you finally decided a tune and looked up from your phone.

There stood, quite literally in front of you, Tom Holland. He wore a plaid dress shirt with a navy blue sweater over it, white earbuds sat still in his ears, a Jansport backpack over his shoulders. You wondered why no one else on the train noticed, or why he was here so casually.

Your stop was announced. You stood, and amazingly, Tom got off the train as well. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, the crush you had developed over him quickly arising, and you remembered how your dream of meeting him was nothing like this. Suddenly, you realized you had just been standing there and watching him make his way up the stairs and into the streets.

“Fuck,” you whispered to no one in particular. “Okay, relax. Just go ask for a picture and try not to die.”

You whispered quiet encouragements to yourself up until you tapped his shoulder.

“Uh, yes?” Tom turned to you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. You mouth ran dry, fumbling with the phone in your hand. It was almost as though you had forgotten your name. “I was wondering if I could get a quick picture with you?” Your voice was soft and polite, eye contact unbreaking. He wasn’t with family or friends, so there was no harm in asking for one picture, right?

Seriously, how was New York not freaking out over the fact that they were breathing the same air as Tom Holland?

He looked at you, confused. “I’m sorry,” He started, turning fully towards you. “I think you have the wrong person.” You shook your head, looking down. Now, you weren’t one to pry - especially on your celebrity crush - but was he genuinely trying to play off the fact that he wasn’t an actor belonging to one the of the largest franchises to exist?

“Tom Holland, right? You’re an actor for Marvel.” You stated questioningly, doubting yourself. Maybe he was a lookalike.

“No, I’m not,” He says, clarifying your confusion. “My name’s Peter.”

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times and shake your head. Had he just said his name was Peter? “Peter?” You repeated him, glaring lightly. “As in Peter Parker?” His eyes widened slightly. He sized you up, possibly to see if you were some sort of threat, but his senses hadn’t gone off in any way.

“How do you know that?” He demanded, his voice grew to become defensive. In an instant, your heartbeat had no longer sped up from the fact that you were standing in front of your celebrity crush, but rather from the concept that he might not be your celebrity crush. Of course, that was a long reach. If this were Peter Parker standing in front of you, you were undoubtedly dreaming. Then again, everything felt so incredibly real. Lucid dreams you had before hadn’t even felt this real.

You began to consider the possibility that something happened. You didn’t quite know what - because you swear it was just confirmed that a multi-verse was in fact not real - but something must have happened. Tom – or Peter – didn’t seem to be joking when he established his real name. You began to wonder how much power you possess. Not superpower, but the power of knowledge, as you knew exactly what happens in the Marvel Universe. If you told him too much, you could mess up his entire world.

Then you realized that sounded absolutely insane. You were definitely dreaming. Nonetheless, you needed to get out of the dream before you say something you shouldn’t. So, you ignore his question and ask your own.

“What year is it?” You lowered your voice, careful as to not let passersby hear your unusual question.

Peter’s face became increasingly puzzled, but he answered nonetheless. “It’s 2019. You didn’t answer my question, though - how do you know my name?”

You nodded to yourself, not bothering to answer quickly. If it were 2019, that means that Thanos hasn’t happened just yet. You were almost entirely sure that the Avengers had moved upstate, though.

“Listen, Peter,” Your voice took more initiative as confidence flooded your system. You were almost sure you were dreaming, but you knew exactly what you needed to do to wake up. “I need you to take me to see the Avenger’s upstate. Like, right now.”

His mouth parted, shocked. Questions and ideas poured into his mind, and he looked side to side before stepping towards you. “How do you know my name, and who are you?” He questioned you more, and the proximity to him allowed a blush to form on your cheeks.

“I promise I’ll answer your questions if you just take me to where I need to go,” You promised.

He refused. “I’m not taking you anywhere.”

You sighed as he turned away. You knew he wouldn’t merely forget you, probably do some research on who you are and find absolutely nothing, so you chased after to him and pulled his arm toward you. He opened his mouth to say something before you interrupted.

“I know you’re Spider-Man.” You whispered.

His eyes widened more, and he checked to see if anyone had heard you. Then, he stepped backward and let out a nervous puff. “I-I’m not Spider-Man.” His voice sounded the exact same as to when he told MJ the same thing, and you mentally laughed to yourself. He was the cutest boy on the planet. Or, in your dream. Or in fiction. You weren’t quite sure.

“You don’t have to lie. I’m not gonna say anything, trust me,” You thought back to Mysterio and glowered at the thought. That dick. Then, you thought back to Mysterio’s claim of the multi-verse. Peter loved that theory, you remembered, and he accepted it with open arms. Even if it was made up, you knew it would be the only explanation to get him moving. Nonetheless, Peter was hesitant to accept you as anything but a threat. Despite his senses quiet as ever, you still knew his only secret, and he didn’t even know who you are.

“Please,” you begged, your voice wavering. He could feel your sudden fear. “I don’t think I’m in the right place, and I need your help getting home.” Peter’s face softened as you spoke. No matter what, he always wanted to help people. You seemed to already have the ability to hurt him, but you didn’t, and your heart ached at the idea of how trusting he was. Even so, you felt grateful for his help.

With his new-found information, he walked with you back to the subway, and you began your journey to was what you assumed his apartment. You quickly realized you would have the pleasure of meeting Aunt May - but you decided to introduce yourself formally. You didn’t want to freak him out or anything.

You told him all about your life. Where you lived in New York, where you went to school, how much you loved your best friend and how much of a fan you were of him. You decided not to talk much about Tom Holland - you thought about how you would feel if someone described your life as merely a movie they watched whenever they felt like it. Peter listened intently, taking note of your unusually quick heart-beat and flushed cheeks as he sat just next to you.

He walked you up to his apartment, and you soaked in the scenery as best you could. After all, it wasn’t every day something like this happened. Even if you didn’t quite understand what this was. Peter told you little about himself, but you didn’t need much anyway.

He pushed the door open softly, calling out a greeting to May. She popped her head out from the kitchen and waved. “Hey, Peter, I thought you just left?” She asked, stepping out in full as she noticed you. “Oh? Who is this?” She asked. You stood in awe of the apartment - everything appeared the exact same as it had in the movies. Peter answered for you, noticing you examining the apartment.

“This is Y/N, she’s a new transfer student from school, and we ran into each other.” He lied easily. Probably from all the practice with lying about being Spider-Man - even if May knew now.

“Actually, May, we aren’t staying long. I’m gonna introduce her to Happy.” Peter stated, looking back at you for reassurance. You quietly nodded your head with a smile as your gaze shifted from Peter to Aunt May. She indeed was a beautiful woman.

“Oh, oh, okay,” She smiled, nodding her head back to you and moving back into the kitchen. Peter brought you over to the couch and sat with you, pulling out his phone and calling Happy. You sat beside him quietly, heart calmed. Everything felt so real. The feel of the couch, the smell of Aunt May’s cooking, and Peter’s Queens accent flowing through your mind.

You overheard Peter telling Happy he needed him here as soon as possible - describing the situation as ‘dire’ and ‘urgent.’ By now, Happy took Peter seriously, and soon enough, you were in the back of an infamous Audi and driving two hours to upstate New York.

Peter sat on the opposite of you in the backseat. You hadn’t talked much - not past introducing yourself to Happy and smiling knowingly as he briefly greeted May. Peter didn’t make much conversation, either. You hoped he wasn’t too concerned with trusting you so quickly. He should work on that, in your opinion. Before it’s too late.

Eventually, you were given a guest badge by the receptionist and soon stood in an elevator with Happy and Peter. Soft elevator music played while your shoulders barely grazed Peter’s arm. He looked at you silently, and you returned his look with a smile that whispered: thank you.

The moment the doors opened, your heart drop.

In all their glory, the Avengers were sprawled across the living space as though they were one giant family. Natasha and Steve sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn as their attention laid on the movie in front of them. Bucky and Sam sat on the floor, talking amongst themselves quietly. Bruce and Tony were on the other side of the room in the kitchen as they engaged in conversation. Pepper and Wanda seemed to be preoccupied with something on a 3D table but occasionally glanced at the TV. Thor was there as well, even with his brother Loki, and they watched the movie intently as though the plot was more intriguing than being a literal God.

They were entirely domestic.

Your eyes seemed to be blown out of their sockets. Not only were you in the presence of superheroes and Gods, but you were in a completely different universe than what you expected. Peter noticed your tensed form and laid a hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” He whispered comfortingly. “You’re fine. They won’t hurt you or anything.”

You nodded, a frown formed on your face. Despite your worries, Peter’s comfort helped more than you had expected. A blush rose to your cheeks again. God, was this really the time for your inevitable crush on Peter Parker?

Tony turned as the three of you stepped out of the elevator. He noticed Happy and Peter first, greeting them with a warm smile before his eyes landed on you. His smile faltered slightly - he was confused. “Who’s this?” Tony asked, motioning towards you with the butter knife he held in his hand. The Avengers turned at the question, and you swore you almost passed out. You gasped lightly as Peter grasped onto your hand.

“This is Y/N, she needs some help.”

You sat quietly in the conference room just down the hall from the living room. You and the rest of the Avengers sat around the oval table, most eyes on you and Peter.

“So, you’re from another dimension?” Rhodey confirmed, his arms crossed skeptically. You nodded slowly, looking at Peter for reassurance. He nodded with a smile, and instantly, you felt at ease. “I think so,” you said, even though you were lying. This was clearly a dream - not another universe, or dimension, or Earth. “Honestly, I think I’m dreaming.” You admitted, the admiration of the world’s greatest heroes sitting in the same room as you flowing through your chest.

The team stayed quiet, questioning the truth of your words. Even though they had heard of unusual circumstances, you showed up out of nowhere. Trustworthy wouldn’t exactly be the word they used to describe you. You knew that, they knew that, and everybody knew that.

“Listen–” you started hesitantly, hoping they’d listen. “I know that I’m a stranger, and you have no obligation to help me, but I really want to go home. I don’t know how I got here, or why I’m here, or anything else - but I do know that I’m not meant to be here right now and that you guys are the only ones who can help me.”

The team looked amongst themselves, and not even Tony - the most talkative - spoke up. Your stomach dropped in fear of rejection, and for the first time since you had woken up, you were genuinely afraid that this was your fate. Unexpectedly, Steve spoke up.

“Y/N, we are obligated to help you - and we will. You did the right thing by coming to us,” His voice was stern, but a soft smile rested on his face.

Nat spoke up next as Bucky and Sam nodded in agreement. “Steve’s right. You’ll get home safe, don’t worry.” Your smile widened at that, and you gripped Peter’s hand tight and quietly thanked him as Bruce and Tony began to speculate how to get you home.

Hours passed. You explained over and over how your day went before you went to sleep, what you were doing before you went to sleep, and how your morning went when you woke up. Peter was beside you the entire time, and eventually, the team broke off to take breaks while Bruce continuously worked on getting you home. Despite wanting to keep your knowledge of their lives quiet, you couldn’t help but bond with the heroes as you sat amongst them comfortably.

While you hadn’t had much alone time with any of the, you managed to give them words of encouragement you knew would benefit them further down the line. You told Bucky that he and The Winter Soldier were not one and that no matter what anyone said, it wasn’t his fault. You promised Steve that it’s okay to move on in life - not mentioning a name, but he knew what you meant. You went along in almost a circle formation and uplifted the team the best you could.

You had gotten attached, and a part of you felt sad imagining leaving.

It had gotten late. Just five minutes after eleven, and the team was ready to go off to bed. Though the group jokingly protested, Peter suggested you stay in his room for the night. There was a bed-like couch in his room anyway, and he had no problem sleeping on it. You protested, insisting he take his own bed, but he refused. Eventually, you complied and allowed yourself to relax.

Just as everyone planned on going to bed, Rhodey spoke out with an idea.

“Wait, you said that you woke up here, right?” You nodded in response, glancing at Peter before shifting your eyes back to Rhodey. “So why don’t you just go to sleep at the time you went to sleep last night, and then you’ll wake up back home?” The team, not for the first time that day, responded with silence. You nodded your head slowly, looking at Bruce to see his reaction.

“Well,” Bruce stated, “It’s worth a shot. I’m not getting far in my research anyway.”

You agreed to try it out, noticing it was almost time for you to fall asleep. Luckily, you could feel yourself tiring out. “If this works, thank you all for being here with me. I’ll miss seeing you - I mean, I will, but not– you know what? I’ll just leave it at that,” You laughed, as did the rest of the team, and as they all departed for the night, they either patted your back or hugged you full on.

Peter showed you to his room, and you appreciated how much quieter it was upstate than in the city. You sat on the edge of his bed, watching as he pulled a spare blanket from the closet and took a pillow from the bed.

“Peter,” You muttered, your body exhausted. You suspected it was your atoms acting up from being in a different universe. Possibly - this still may very well be a dream.

“Yeah, Y/N?” He asked, turning toward you. For a moment, you didn’t respond. Peter looked at you, expectantly. Deciding to break your rules slightly, you stood and walked toward him. Your eyes met his, and your heart exploded in your chest. He was so cute, especially in the moonlight.

“I just want to say thank you,” Your voice was merely a whisper, and while he responded that it was no problem, you weren’t finished. Your heart ached as you thought about what was possible to come for him. After seeing how the Avengers were with each other, you weren’t entirely sure if the timeline would play out the same anymore, but you knew that Peter would eventually face obstacles alone and he’d need someone there for comfort. It was naive to think you could be that person, but you wouldn’t mind leaving an everlasting mark on his conscious.

“I want you to remember that everything will be okay.” Slowly, you stood on your toes and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. Even with the minimal light, you could see the blush on his cheeks matching your own. You smiled and almost felt yourself tear up at the thought of never having this experience again. Not many girls back home could say they kissed Peter Parker.

Peter smiled, pulling you into a hug. “I don’t know you very well, but I’m happy I met you.” You hugged him back tightly, feeling his warm body against yours and doubted that this was ever a dream. Nothing could feel this real and be a dream, and so while you finally let him go and lie down in the bed that he insisted you take for the night, you smile to yourself.

Your phone dings, but you don’t check the notification. Instead, you look out onto the field and slowly close your eyes - a part of you wishing to go home, and another begging to stay.

You were awoken to the sound of a new notification, and the bright light of the sun streaming through blinds. A groan left your lips as you tossed and turned. Eventually, you grasped the phone beside you and scrolled through the number of notifications you had.

All of them were missed calls from your best friend, your family, and hundreds of text messages. You sat up abruptly, taking in your surroundings and calling out for Peter. You quickly realized from the honking horns and the small room that you were back home, and from the sudden amount of notifications, you realized that you were just back where you needed to be.

Thoughts swarm your mind. You wondered how long you had been gone, and you felt terrible for how much concern you most likely caused your friends and family when suddenly you thought back to the night before and allowed a smile to grow on your face.

“I kissed Peter Parker.”

Notes; honestly that was really long and not very romantic, but I hoped you enjoyed anyways

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ks-caster · 5 years ago

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The Future is Infinite (Chapter 3)

Chapter-specific warnings: brief non-graphic reference to self-harm

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Octavia turned to dash the opposite direction down the hallway from where the man stood, but another portal opened up, and no matter which direction she swung her head, he was in front of her. She drew her sword, baring her teeth. She didn’t want to kill some random civilian - magical abilities or otherwise - but if she didn’t get out into the open air NOW she was going to start ripping her own skin off. Except that the infinity thing merged with her body would probably heal her instantly…

She wasn’t sure what happened in the next few seconds - she only knew that somewhere along the line she misplaced her sword and wound up sobbing into the man’s red robes. He wrapped his arms around her, then maneuvered them a few steps before she finally collapsed. Somewhere in the back of her mind she noticed that she could feel a breeze. Wherever they were, he’d brought her outside.

It took only a few minutes for her to cry herself out. She had a lifetime’s experience in keeping her hysterics to a quiet and controlled minimum.

“At least eat something before you go charging off again,” the man suggested when it became clear that she was becoming aware of her surroundings again. Octavia leaned back, sitting on her knees and wiping irritably at her face. “I’ve got some leftovers in the fridge if you’re not picky.”

Too many things were happening today without her consent. One minute she was being put into cryosleep by her brother who still sort of wanted her dead, and the next she was sitting at the strange man’s - Wong, his name was Wong - kitchen table, eating a bowl of admittedly tasty reheated soup and staring out the window at the passing traffic. The street was full of automobiles, with foot traffic off to either side.

“You’re in London, by the way,” Wong commented, ladling more soup into her bowl unprompted. “Nearly 4000 miles from where you landed.”

“Sounds like you went to a lot of trouble to get me here,” Octavia responded coolly, spooning up more soup.

“Eh, not really,” Wong shrugged, filling a bowl for himself and sitting down opposite her. “Stephen said that there were a lot of possible futures where you jumped out the window, and asked me to stand by and catch you when you did.”

“Thought I was supposed to be immortal now,” she checked tonelessly, polishing off her second bowl.

“Immortal, yes,” Wong agreed. “Immune to shattering all the bones in your legs, not so much. Immune to the bone-headed tendency to try and keep running on them?” Octavia huffed something that might have been the ghost of a laugh.

“Fourteen-million futures, huh?” she murmured, leaning back in her chair. “How many did he tell you about?”

“Only that you’d jump out the window,” Wong responded. “That you're currently sharing a body with an infinity stone, that you definitely have post-traumatic stress disorder, and that you’d be hungry when you arrived. Oh, and that it’s a gross misstep in karma that the fate of the universe is on your shoulders again,” he added, like it was an afterthought. Octavia huffed another laugh.

“Yeah, did he tell you how bad I fucked that up the last time?” Wong shook his head.

“I don’t think that was what he was getting at,” he said kindly. “Look,” he continued, standing up and retrieving a singing kettle off of the stove to make a pot of tea. “I know what a person looks like who's been dropped way in over their head and is looking for a way out. And I know what a person looks like who's still got plenty of fight left in them, no matter how much they don’t understand.

“You don’t seem like someone whose fight is over just yet. And I’m not just saying that because Stephen gave me spoilers,” he preempted when she opened her mouth to make a snarky comment. “I’ve been in this business far longer than he has,” he continued, setting the full teapot and a pair of cups on the table, and sitting down closer to her than he’d been before. “I’ve seen wannabe heroes come and go, regimes rise and fall. I’ve lost comrades in arms and gained more.

“I also know what a thousand-yard stare looks like, although yours is perhaps the youngest face where I’ve seen it.” He poured two cups of tea, sliding one towards her and taking a slow sip from his own.

“And just like that, you think I’m going to save the world for you?” she asked bluntly, taking a sip of her own. It was sharp and earthy - different from the teas she remembered. She didn’t dislike it, and took another sip.

“Just like that, I don’t think you have it in you to stop yourself,” he responded quietly. They locked eyes for a long moment.

“And if you’re wrong?” she challenged, setting her cup down and raising an eyebrow.

“Then we will fight without you. Others like you will stand between the innocent and their doom.”

“But they’ll fail,” she murmured, remembering Peter’s exact words. 14 million futures, and only one where they win.

“Has the fear of failure ever stopped you, I wonder?” Wong chortled, refilling his cup and topping off hers. She glared at him for a long moment before chugging the whole thing in one go.

“No,” she agreed, setting her cup down firmly. “No it hasn’t.”

-0-

“So, how screwed are we if she doesn’t come back?” Tony sighed, leaning dangerously back in his chair.

“She’ll come back,” Strange repeated for the eleventh time in an hour. “She has a lot to process, but she’s not the kind of person who would ignore the doom of the universe.”

“You’re awfully sure for being part of what scared her away in the first place,” Sam quipped.

“We need to focus and regroup,” Steve interjected before a proper argument could break out. “Thanos isn’t just going to leave four out of six stones here on Earth.”

“Which is why we need to get them off of earth ASAP,” Tony tossed in, standing up and pacing around, heedless of his recently repaired gut wound.

“Here we have the home-field advantage,” Rhodey began, but Steve shook his head.

“Here we have the collateral damage disadvantage,” he reminded them. Tony’s jaw dropped for a moment before he collected himself. Of all the miracles to happen today, Steve Rogers agreeing with him wasn’t one he’d expected. “While we appreciate King T’Challa’s hospitality and willingness to evacuate the capital city so we can use it as a battlefield, we can’t keep doing that long term.”

“So we take the fight to the big purple bastard,” Octavia’s voice rang out, and everyone turned quickly to see her standing in the doorway of the throne room, lounging against the frame. “He’ll go wherever the magical glow rocks go, right?” she checked, standing up straight and sauntering into the room as if she hadn’t fled the building a weepy and out of control mess less than an hour ago.

“He’s been single-mindedly seeking out the Infinity Stones my whole life,” a petite blue-skinned woman agreed tonelessly from where she sat against the wall, sharpening a wicked dagger.

“Sounds like great trap potential,” Octavia finished, arriving at the table in the center of the room and pressing her palms lightly against the frame to lean forward.

“He’d destroy us in a heartbeat,” the deep voice that had feared for her life while she slipped in and out of consciousness argued. It belonged to a tall blond man dressed in scale armor and a red cape - his eyes eerily mismatched. He leaned on the handle of a massive ax.

“He can’t destroy me,” Octavia shot back, looking to where Dr. Strange sat. “Isn’t that right, Doctor?”

“Not permanently,” Strange began, a pained look passing through his eyes, “but he can hurt you.”

“Not permanently sounds like ‘no’ to me,” she cut him off. On an intellectual level she knew that the man allegedly knew exactly how everything about this fight was ‘meant’ to go down, and that she should probably listen to him and go with whatever he said. But it rubbed her the wrong way, being expected to obey the wishes of a man she didn’t know, who apparently knew everything about her, and had expected and planned around her help since before she was even out of cryo. It felt sickeningly familiar, and made her skin crawl again.

“If you know everything about me,” she added, walking right up to him to look up into his face, “then you know I don’t hold back. I don’t take prisoners. I don’t bargain.

“And I’m no hero.”

“I’m aware,” the Doctor responded with a nod, and she was impressed that he didn’t take even one step back, “that all but one of those is the truth. But for now, until you’re comfortable with the idea, I’ll remove hero as a descriptor. We’ll just say you’re a damn good villain and leave it at that.” Octavia’s eyes narrowed. It wasn’t a concession. But she suspected with this crowd it was the best she was going to get.

“As long as you know it’s the devil you’re making a deal with,” she growled, taking a step back out of his personal space and returning her focus to the strategy session.

-0-

“So,” Octavia greeted Steve once the session was concluded. Strange had assured them that Thanos would take at least several weeks to heal Octavia’s mutilation of his arm, not to mention completing repairs to the gauntlet, so no drastic steps needed to be taken that night. “Horrible first, second and third impression. I actually think I’m setting a record.” Steve laughed ruefully and clapped her on the shoulder. Behind him, Bucky made a strangled noise of protest, and both of them looked back at him.

“The last guy to make a grab at her gets thrown across the room,” Bucky growled, flinging his hands up once he realized they were waiting for a translation, “but does that stop Steve Rogers and his general lack of survival instincts? No sir it does not.”

“Hey now,” Steve started as Octavia snorted with laughter. “I’m sure she was just upset. We threw a lot at her at once.”

“I’m glad you’re sure,” she quipped back, “‘Cause I have no idea how I did any of that.”

Bucky gestured at her and glared at Steve in moody victory. Steve removed his hand from her shoulder and raised both in mock surrender.

“So this is normal behavior?” She checked, gesturing at him with a circular hand motion. Bucky’s long-suffering sigh and nod earned him a playful elbow in the ribs from Steve.

“For the last ninety-odd years,” he continued, batting away Steve’s elbow with practiced ease.

“Ninety?” Octavia repeated incredulously. “Evolutionary ancestor nothing, shit…”

“I was frozen in a shipwreck for most of it,” Steve backtracked. “If you count only the years where I was awake and aging, I’m 35. Actually, we have that in common, right? Strange said you were cryogenically frozen for a hundred and seven years, right? For the trip here from your home planet?” If Bucky thought Octavia was going to miss his slight flinch and the guarding of his eyes at the words 'cryogenically frozen’ then he had another thing coming, but she chose not to comment.

“Yep. Alive and aging for 23 years - 24 maybe,” she added thoughtfully. “My birthday’s was coming up…” she trailed off, thinking back to the last horrible week. How many actual days had it been? She counted in her fingers, stopping when she noticed the two men exchanging looks. “What?” she asked flatly.

“You’re younger than you sound,” Bucky responded. “You’re obviously used to command,” he added quickly as if age was somehow an insult.

“Strange didn’t tell you I was a queen?” she checked, wondering what details about her life the magical busybody had shared and what he might have mercifully hidden.

“Oh,” Steve remembered, “I guess he did call you ‘your majesty.’” Octavia waved a hand dismissively, hoping that didn’t catch on.

“I didn’t use that title,” she corrected, “and I abdicated the throne… yesterday, a century ago,” she listed out. “The point I’m making is I was the highest authority on my planet for the last six years, so yeah I’m used to command.”

“You started when you were seventeen?” Steve calculated quickly. She nodded, stopping and turning to a door, having reached the room T’Challa had said would be hers.

“The current Heda is 12,” she added with a grimace, “but she’d got plenty of adults who will actually work to keep her out of major battles and other danger, so hopefully she’ll be all right.” She cringed, thinking of Madi waking up on that ship, suddenly in charge of a volatile mix of warriors and criminals, and wondered not for the first time since waking up if she should bite the bullet and go back, if only to make sure no one was letting the kid get in over her head…

“No one tried to keep you out of harm’s way?” Steve checked quietly, lingering by the next door over. Apparently they were neighbors. Octavia smirked.

“Haven’t you been paying attention, Rogers?” she murmured darkly. “I am harm’s way.” The door opened smoothly under her hand, and she entered the suite.

The far wall was one huge floor-to-ceiling window. Octavia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and walked past the door to the bathroom and the large soft-looking bed to look out at the view of the town and surrounding forest. Upon closer inspection, some of the panes were actually hinged and opened out onto a balcony.

She flung the doors open to let the warm fresh air in and took a moment just to breathe. With access to the outside like this, it was obvious that they weren’t treating her like a prisoner or a suicide risk - something she hadn’t let herself think about too hard when she’d decided to come back. She’d born terrible conditions and agonizing pain to save the world before; she could bear them again if she had to.

Knowing that she didn’t have to, at least not here, at least not yet, was enough relief to push her to her knees in the doorway.

Once she got ahold of herself, she checked around the room, glaring up at the ceiling for any signs of the spider-like boy who’d snuck up on her in medical. Unless he could also transform himself to the size of an actual spider (and keep his mouth shut long enough to avoid discovery) he wasn’t there.

The bathroom had a huge bathtub - long enough for her to lay flat in the bottom if she wanted, and deep enough that water would cover her shoulders when she sat up. There had been a tub in her quarters in the bunker, but it had been much smaller, and she’d known better than to strain the water reclamators for a luxury.

The closet had a few sets of clothes in it - plain shirts and pants, a long thick cloak, and a suit of armor that looked like a version of what she’d seen Bucky wearing - heavy dark blue leather strips woven together to protect the warrior's torso; metal guards for the shoulders and forearms covered in dark brown leather to match the pants. Like those she wore, these had many pockets, but unlike hers, she could feel that the fabric was much hardier. Strong enough to turn away a blade, she suspected. They would also fit her more closely, rather than shifting around constantly when she moved.

The dark brown overshirt Niylah had found for her was also hanging innocently in the closet, and she whirled to the rest of the room, noticing the bag sitting on an end table, along with her dagger, which someone must’ve retrieved from the battlefield.

“Does the magical snooping never end?” she muttered, not sure if she was glad to have her survival supplies near at hand in case she needed to run, or disturbed at the confirmation that Strange had known that she wanted to, and had preempted like this. Sighing, she set her sword down against the table, and went to work on the buckles of her own armor.

To Be Continued...

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worstloki · 5 years ago

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Part 1

--[official naming and legal rights ceremony for Morgan]--

Tony: you know what would be really funny? Pepper: Tony... Tony: THINK about it Pep- how can you say no to this once in a lifetime opportunity? Pepper: Rhodey and Steve. We already decided. Tony: ok fine. FINE! I'll just give up the chance for our daughter to have two literal powerhouses watching over her Pepper: one of them isn't even alive! Tony, signing the paperwork: he was the dodgy one anyways! Pepper: oh g*d tell me you didn't Tony: too late. our daughter's got 1 thunderer and 1 deceased trickster listed as her ~*godparents*~ and no punishment you come up with will ruin this moment for me Pepper: its fine, this is fine, it wont even be legally binding since you can't have two male godparents listed so its invalid anyways, haha this is fine, everything is fine,,, Tony: i actually heard from Thor that Loki could be female if they wanted... Pepper: ... Pepper: TONY!! -- [later] -- Rhodey: dude did you seriously put LOKI down as a legal guardian for your kid instead of me Tony: well I wanted Thor but he insisted that I put Loki down too... something about honouring Asgardian tradition...? Rhodey: tradition is fine but isn't he DEAD? Tony: sure Thor thought he was dead 5 years ago, then again 4 years ago, and then again 2 years ago... but if he was alive he would have already, statistically speaking, shown up by now Rhodey shaking his head fondly: okay i forgive you for replacing me with Thor and his deceased brother, but the next kid has my name on it. I've already called dibs with no takebacks, okay? Tony: one kid is already keeping me busy enough, honeybear...

---[3 years later]---

Tony: And. I. Am. Iron Man... *snaps* Thanos' army: *disintegrates* Tony: *taking his last breathes* Pepper: you can rest now... Loki: *shoves Pepper aside and pulls the gauntlet off Tony* Pepper and Rhodey and Peter who were standing around tony: LOKI ?!? Dr Strange: no SToP you cant juST do THAT- Loki, taking out the time stone: why not Dr Strange: if you change anything now it'll ruin the timelines!!! Loki, reversing time on Tony and bringing him back to life: that's not how time works, Dr. Supreme Dr Strange: It’s Strange, and- Loki: Yes, I agree, it is strange that you decided to let Earth's best hero die when literally every infinity stone is rigHT HERE Dr Strange: but its wrong to misuse their pow- Loki: Then it’s a good thing I'm evil and don't care Dr Strange: buT- Loki: no need to worry, I'm only helping you heroes out this one time because apparently while I was stardust Tony chose to give me partial ownership over his child so now i am bound to care for it Pepper, remembering that Loki is legally Morgan’s godparent: oh my g*d Rhodey: well, I bet Tony didn't expect this Tony, speaking in his sleep: frickity frackity Loki, looking at Tony disapprovingly: I agree. --[a week later]-- Tony: okay, so like, i don't want to seem ungrateful for you saving my life, but i only wrote your name down to get Thor - Loki, annoyed: Yes I figured as much Tony: -yes but if you've saved my life I was wondering exactly how bound you are to help and how far you're willing to go to watch over her Loki: does this have anything to do with the 18+ end-of-the-world-celebration party at the end of the week? Tony: maybe Loki: *stares at him* Tony: ...okay, yES… do you think you could make sure Morgan is alive and well and safe while I go? It’s clear you don't appreciate being forced to be her godparent so if you do it I'll even get your name off the legal documentation by the end of the week and you can leave after Loki: If you so much as try to remove my name when it is THOR that has been neglectful of his duty and has been ignoring the implications of having a child under their name then I will have no choice but to hit you over the head with stormbreaker Tony: oh. okay. no name removing then that's cool i guess just please don't smite me or i'll dob to thor that you're going to try touching his shiny axe and have are regressing on your journey to goodness Loki, pulling stormbreaker out of his pocket dimension: I’m afraid you’re too late to warn him about the potential theft of his favourite beer opener. I will, however, watch Morgan over both days of the party, IF I also get put in charge of the spider child and Wakanda's princess Tony, doing his best to ignore the huge axe: how do you even know about them, weren't you snapped for the past 5 years?? Loki: I understand that they're not allowed to attend the party either and will not have any parents or guardians available to care for them at the time... Tony: you're not going to try any funny business right...? even if you wont hurt Morgan how do i know you wont lay a hand on the others?? I cant just trust you to watch over a bunch of kids no matter how much bruce and thor vouch for your sanity Loki: you can trust I wouldn't risk scarring Morgan like that if you don't trust i wouldn't intentionally attack a bunch of literal children Tony: hmm okay I guess I’ll just cross my fingers and hope you don't relapse into villainy Loki: wonderful. inform the children that I will pick them up 2 hours before the time of the party. Tony: need me to get you a ride? Peter lives close but Shuri lives just a tad bit out of walking range Loki: no thanks I'll be fine

---[at the party]---

Pepper: YOU LEFT HIM ALONE TO CARE FOR MORGAN?! Tony: he’s been doing a fine job of it while we’re around, and besides, it’s not like I left her with him alone or anything! Pepper: No, of course not Tony, that would be too simple, no, you left LOKI in charge of not JUST our child but also Peter, and the PRINCESS of Wakanda too Pepper: do you have any idea how badly this could work out?! putting aside the political disaster that would occur if something happened to Shuri the ethical considerations alone make strangling you very tempting right now Rhodey: Pepper, Tony would never do anything to put Morgan or Peter or even Shuri in danger... he knows they're kids, right Tony? Tony: Peter can benchpress a mag-lev and Shuri can design one in 60 seconds flat. I’m not concerned because they'll be fine even if he does try to pull off anything even 2% evil! Pepper: *not impressed* Tony: some sort of Asgardian binding magic was involved so he literally cant try to inflict any harm on Morgan, and that includes emotional distress just for the record, believe me, i checked Rhodey: what do you mean 'i checked', what did you do man Tony: Morgan wanted ice pops the other day so i told her to ask Loki Pepper: TONY he's a WAR CRIMINAL Tony: so anyways Morgan went up to the ally we’re kindly hosting - who literally takes residence on whichever couch is closest to Morgan by the way and it’s super funny to watch him move between couches every time she leaves the room - and he's reading when she asks if he'll get an ice pop with her Tony: and I've tried talking to him when he's reading and it does NOT end well Pepper: and you sent MORGAN to do it anyways?? Tony: and he said no at first, which was predictable, right? but then Morgan got sad and a bit teary-eyed and she asked again and when he saw she was sad he literally jolted in pain and he put the book aside and got up so fast to immediately lead her to the freezer to get some Rhodey: so, what? he physically cant say no to Morgan or some wacky voodoo thing compels him? Tony: That is the conclusion I have come to with my findings, yes. It seems he can’t intentionally do anything to hurt her in any way. So Morgan and her new friends are completely safe, sweetie. Pepper: I'm leaving to make sure she's doing okay... Tony: I also installed cameras just to make sure no one gets murdered without thorough evidence to convict him, if that helps? Pepper: If you can get the live feed to go to my phone I'll consider staying Tony: deal.

--meanwhile, in Tony's house--

[Peter Shuri Morgan and Loki are wrapped up in blankets and watching The Hobbit. Loki is doing some paperwork and Morgan is drinking orange juice while Peter and Shuri share some popcorn] Peter: so are we going to talk about how we're watching a movie with the person who attacked New York with an alien army a few years ago or not Shuri: he was not acting of his own volition so i thought we were excusing that Loki, looking up: you are literally the first person to have mentioned that Peter: but Mr. Stark said that-- Shuri: footage of the 2012 attack conclusively showed that his eye colour changed before and after he had been subdued the final time, which was a phenomenon associated only with being under the influence of the sceptre containing the mind stone Peter: he does magic though! it could be a trick or the cameras could've been too grainy to tell Shuri: They weren't. But the changes in his behaviour and speech patterns also indicate that he was being controlled or at least coerced to some extent. He's also sitting next to us doing paperwork and watching Bilbo sneak around a dragon. Loki: Congratulations, you are officially the only person from this planet for whom I can confidently vouch is not a- *covers Morgan’s ears* -complete imbecile. Shuri: Thank you. Peter: well, she is a genius Shuri: Yes I am, in fact I'm a genius that has the approval of Loki, which is even better, because I'm assuming he'll have some neat ideas on how to make a fool of T'Challa in my lab on camera more often Loki: I may have some experience in the making-a-fool-out-of-my-brother department Shuri: wonderful! we can brainstorm after the movie :) Peter: I don't have a brother to prank :( Loki: I can fix that Peter: ...what Shuri: yeah, what?? Loki: oh I meant that if you wanted I could legally become your godparent and then you'd have Harley and Morgan as prankable siblings Peter: you know what? I'm actually considering it Shuri: how angry do you think T'challa would be if I made Loki an official Wakandan by saying he's my godfather because I think that would get a hilarious reaction out of him Loki, nodding: According to Asgardian tradition claiming a godchild forms an irrevocable bond and he would have to accept that his sister has someone who pulls off legendary pranks keeping her safe from any attempts at his retaliation Peter: that’s so cool and i'm definitely accepting your offer Shuri: and I'm joining in because i have a folder filled with evidence that Loki was mostly innocent of the New York attack but some videos of us together pulling off harmless pranks would make fine contributions to it Loki: wonderful! Loki, holding out documents and a pen: just sign here, there, and there, Peter: wait you've been sitting next to us filling out godchild adoption forms this whole time??? Loki: well actually I started out filling out the godparent-removal forms because Thor is an irresponsible buffoon and i refuse to share custody with him Peter: do you think i could get ~*Thor*~ to adopt me- Loki: Nopity nope. Too late. You've already signed the forms so you're stuck with me, and I refuse to share any of my friends with him Peter: aww you called us your friends Loki: you have no proof i said that Shuri, pointing to the camera in the corner of the room: but that hackable camera does >:) [peter jumps over the sofa and is going to retrieve the camera for shuri to get the blackmail material when he gets hit by a pillow. shuri says 'hey that was not nice' as she hits loki with her pillow. peter throws the pillow he has at loki. morgan yells 'PILLOW FIGHT!!' before joining in, and by the time they settle down again all of them have missed the ending of the film and have to rewatch the last 20 minutes before drifting off to sleep together on the floor in a patchwork of all their blankets]

---[later at the party]---

Tony: sorry pal, I'm a certified genius and even I don't know how she managed to carry around and slip Morgan’s papers to you when that dress has no pockets and her purse is barely large enough to fit a small-to-medium-sized wrench Rhodey: it was probably the same way she switched your drink for Thor's godchild renouncement forms when you weren't looking Tony, whispering: I think she has CEO paperwork powers Rhodey whispering back: you're only noticing now?

[pepper and tony get home the next day]

Pepper: i still cant believe you left Loki near the kids Tony: and i still cant believe you didn't know how to check the live feed and decided to ignore me the entire night instead of bothering to ask. clearly deep down you trusted my judgement and the decision to leave the kids in Loki's capable, mischiefy, slightly-insane but apparently reformed hands.

[yelling is heard from the living room and Tony and Pepper run in to find Loki Peter Shuri and Morgan sitting around wrapped in blankets and playing Mario Kart and exclaiming their thoughts very vocally. when they are noticed all the kids freeze and stare at Tony. Loki mumbles something about telling Tony he lost the bet since he did in fact manage to keep everyone alive and at that point even Pepper is staring (glaring) at Tony.]

Tony, realising the kids have bonded™: oh no. what have i done.

#part 1 of my modern AU where tony has to deal with his batch of kinda-kids being monopolised by loki #the same loki who refuses to say he's ''reformed'' or ''better than he used to be'' because he's ''always been like this''#the thing is that he's not TELLING anyone about the mind control so everyone assumes the worst #he goes around doing harmless pranks and flambouyantly messing with people and is listed as their Number 1 enemy #despite never harming anyone in the avengers get called in to deal with him all the time but he's not even close to evil?#good luck to tony who has to explain that to people when they see him having a regular conversation with loki #he's not evil he just likes causing mischief and if you're not running away and screaming like crazy the things he does are actually funny #no one gets hurt or anything they're all harmless and he's only a criminal because it counts as 'terrorising civilians' to make trees dance #shuri peter and morgan end up bonding with loki 2 weeks after thanos is gone #before that tony was just kind of hanging around tony's house anyways because ''morgan is here''#spoiler alert: there is no magic binding him to the kids he just values the fact that someone would honour him with responsibility #why did thor ask for loki's name to also be put down? because he DIDNT WANT to be morgan's godfather #he was depressed and knew he was in no mental state to take on that role and didnt think he deserved it anyways #he asked for loki to be written down too because he thought tony would never do that and he would get out of it but that obvsly didnt work #i'm tagging this under: LokiAdoptsAU #LokiAdoptsAU #this is part 1 and I'll post part 2 tomorrow but there isnt going to be a storyline or anything its just everyone existing

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justmewoo · 6 years ago

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Brother Knows Best Part [2/?] Tony Stark x Brother Male Reader]

I could still see the image of Aiko crying. The pain in her eyes made me feel sick to my stomach. I never intended in hurting her or Yuki but it was for the best they didn't need to know where I came from or what I used to do. The Stark Industries technology surrounds Japan and if she figured it out by her own then she knows that I have the capability of having more money than what I make working in the school. Before we left the apartment I grabbed a backpack with clothes and a picture of when Yuki was born. I had also left a letter explaining everything and apologizing to her. Since I know she doesn't work and being a mother could be difficult I had left her enough money for the time being.

Dear Yuki,

I know that I lie to you about almost all of my life. But, I just couldn't get you and our son in danger. It's true that I lie saying my last name was [F/L] but I just couldn't get by in Japan if they knew my last name was Stark. I never meant to hurt you in anyway. I thought that starting fresh in a new country would make things easier. But then when I met you everything was better and when our son was born life became a dream. But now it seems like everything is falling apart. There's just one thing that I i'm pleading for and it's if you could let me explain everything in person. But I have to save my brother he's gone missing and I need to bring him back so please understand that he's the only family I have left. And if you want to get a divorce you have all the right to so I took off my ring and left it along with this note. I also left money for you and our son it's all the money I had made while working in SHIELD I know in Japan it could be difficult being a mother and work at the same time so you have nothing to worried about. I hope we can fix all of our problems when I get back. I love you and Yuki please take care.

I followed behind Natasha to a spaceship where the famous Captain America and Falcon where waiting for us to go to Scotland where apparently we have to save someone who they know that are in danger. I was wearing the old gear that I used to use while working at SHIELD. It was similar to Natasha's just with a few gadgets hidden. I took a seat in the back of the spaceship and took out the picture of my family just staring at it thinking about them.

"Are their your family?" Falcon asked taking a seat next to me while Steve took control of the ship while Natasha sat next to him. I looked up at Falcon placing the picture away in my pocket.

I cleared my throat avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, I have a wife and son. But after this I don't know if I will still have a family but I supposed saving Tony and from this Thanos guy you all told me about is worth leaving my family behind. Shit i'm not even part of the avengers and here I i'm coming for the rescue of Tony. I'm not surprised though it's not the first time Fury has asked me for help." I said.

"I'm sorry you had to leave them behind but it's not just about Tony who we need to find. It's also about not having our planet destroyed if you really care about them then you shouldn't complain because Tony is also your brother." Steve responded.

I could only stay quiet ignoring his comment. For the rest of the trip to Scotland we all road in silence the three of them would talk and discuss about the plan they had for saving someone called Wanda and Vision. They also explained to me about the infinity stones and how this Thanos guy is collecting them all to destroy our world. Something along the lines how he's 'Strong' and very powerful. I didn't have any other choice but to help them in all I can but my gut was telling me something bad was going to happen.

When we arrived to Scotland it was already night time. I had gotten my weapons and guns ready while they decided to suit up. Once we touched ground we saw something up on the sky and followed it on foot. We had reached a train station where the villains where attacking Wanda and Vision. We where behind the train and as it passed Steve slowly appeared grabbing their attention. In the meantime Falcon had swooped in and kicks one of the blue villains into the next room. While he fires at the villain at the same time Captain America throws the weapon one of them had to Natasha who engages in a fight. She gets a chance to stab him in the gut and flings him backward landing on his back. I went towards the other villain as it summoned back the weapon to them. The villain attacks Cap and Black Widow but I intervene taking out my guns and firing towards it. I charge running towards them putting one gun away and taking out a knife to stab the villain but they're too strong and manages to keep up a fight with us three. While the three of us fight them Falcon flies in and manages to get a kick on the villain. The villain crunches down beside the other villain. One of them is unable to get up so we corner them. "We don't want to kill you but we will if we have to." I said. But a blue light ends up flashing before our eyes and the villains disappear to the sky revealing some sort of spaceship.

We all walked towards Vision and Wanda. Falcon helps Vision stand up while I take his other side and help to take Wanda's spot. "It's alright I'll help." I said.

"Thank you Captain." Vision said. "And thank you for your help too." He said looking my way I only nodded in response.

"Let's get you on the jet." We all walked back slowly to the Quinjet as they decide to call it and get inside as Natasha closes it. "I thought we had a deal, stay close check-in don't take any chances." She said before taking a seat behind Falcon as he pilot the jet. I took a seat on the other side while Vision and Wanda sat together. And Steve standing up looking around.

"Where to cap?" I asked hoping we could go find Tony.

"Home." He answered.

The silence fell upon us and all I could do is stared down at the ground. "Who are you?" I looked up to see Wanda looking at me.

I sigh playing with my hands. "My name's [M/N]...... i'm Tony's older brother." Both stood quiet for a few seconds.

"I didn't know Tony had a family much less an older brother. How come we didn't know about that till now." She asked.

"The relationship between Tony and I has always been complicated ever since our parents passed away. We seem to not know about one another nor much care about each other either. Everything between us just simply vanished. I'm not aware of his personal life and nor does he about mine. But even though the last time we saw each other he said somethings and I said some things which now that I realize I messed up in a way and if something bad happens to him i'll never forgive myself because, I already broke the promise I made about protecting and looking after him. My father always taught me that being the oldest despite what everything that's happened even when there are times when you just want to strangle that person if their family or in my case Tony you have to be there and do your job as the oldest. And for some reason I have a bad feeling and if something bad happens to him i'm never going to forgive myself. And not only do I have to save him but I also have to protect my family from any harm even if I come back to a divorce."

"You know you don't sound anything like Tony but i'm glad that you are here to help us out because we truly need all the help we can get." Steve said.

"Thanks Cap."

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During the flight back to New York I decided to take a small nap while the team talk and rest. The way back was about a few hours when we returned back what I thought would be the city turned out to be a hidden compound that apparently Tony had made for the team. Buildings surrounded the building where we are going inside. Everyone walked in first while I was the last one to walk inside. I took a deep breath as we walk in further inside the building. I had followed them into a hallway that leads to a room with see-through walls to find a man with dark skin talking to an image of a tall guy wearing a suit. Cap walked ahead of us while Natasha followed and I stood in the doorway next to Vision, Wanda, and Falcon. The guy turned around our way and disappeared the image of the other guy.

"You got some nerve, i'll give you that." The guy said to Cap."The world's on fire and all is forgiven?"

"I'm not looking for forgiveness and i'm way past asking for permission. Earth just lost her best defender so we're here to fight plus someone is also here who's looking for Tony." Cap said. I moved over to him getting the guys attention. "He's Tony's older brother."

I walked over to the guy and shook hands. "Name's Rhodey didn't know Tony had a brother."

I return the handshake. "I'm [Male Name] Stark Tony's older brother. And no one knows about me other than this guys but he doesn't have a clue that i'm here with the avengers much less here in the compound he created."

"It's great to see you Cap, you guys really look like crap must've been a rough couple of years. Everyone except [M/N] that is." Rhodey said. I laughed at his comment.

"Yeah, well the hotels weren't exactly five star." Said Falcon.

"Uh, I think you look great, yea i'm back." Said a voice who came out of the shadows grabbing the team's attention. I had found out that the guy's name is Bruce and that he had disappeared for a couple of years and is the famous Hulk the big green monster that happens to be part of the avengers. He introduced himself to me while I did the same. I had gotten a shocking face from him when he found out about me been Tony's older brother.

We had moved to another part of the compound I assumed it was the living room that was connected with the kitchen. The lights where deem making the room feel a bit calm. "So we gotta assume they’re coming back, right? And they can clearly find us. We need all hands on deck. Where’s Clint?" Asked Bruce while I took a seat.

"After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal. It was too tough for their families." Answered Natasha.

"I could understand perfectly it's complicated when you have a family. And putting them in tough situations it's there when you have to realize what's more important." I said folding my arms.

"Who's scott?"

"Ant Man." Replied Steve back to Bruce I was just as shock as he was. So it seems like there's truly all different kinds of superheroes nowadays.

"There’s an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man? Okay, look… Thanos has the biggest army in the Universe. And he is not gonna stop until he… He gets…Vision’s stone." We all looked at Bruce.

"Well then we have to protect him at all cause we can't have Thanos get near him." I said.

"No, we have to destroy it. I’ve been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head, about its nature. But also, its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source, something, very similar to its own signature, perhaps… Its molecular integrity could fail." Vision went near to Wanda.

"And you, with it. We’re not having this conversation." Wanda told him looking at Vision.

"Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can’t get it."Vision replied back as we all listen to their conversation. "Only you, have the power to pay it. Thanos threatens half the Universe. One life cannot stand in the way of defeating him."

"But it should. We don’t trade lives, Vision." Steve spoke. Vision walked in front of Steve.

"Captain, 70 years ago, you laid down your life to save how many millions of people. Tell me, why is this any different?" Vision said. Steve takes a breath, but before he has a chance to answer Bruce begins to speak.

"Because you might have a choice. Your mind is made up of a complex construct of overlays. Jarvis, Ultron, Tony, me, the Stone. All of them mixed together. All of them learning from one another."Bruce said. I felt intrigued by him when he mentioned Jarvis our butler who used to work in my house and Ultron. But I stayed quiet not wanting to interrupt him.

"You’re saying Vision isn’t just the stone?" Asked Wanda looking at Bruce.

"I’m saying that… If we take out the stone, there’s still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts."

"Can we really do that?" Asked Natasha. Bruce shook his head. "Not me. Not here." He answered.

"You better find someone, and somewhere fast. Ross isn’t exactly just gonna let you guys have your old rooms back." Rhodey said.

"I'm not exactly smart enough when it comes to technology like Tony but even I know that doing such thing like this is impossible to do." I said.

"Don't worry I know somewhere." Answered Steve.

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We ended up packing our stuff and getting ready once again to head out back on the jet. While the rest of the team gathered their belongings I decided to take a look around and took my phone out and stared down at it before slowly dialing Aiko's number hoping she would answer. I slowly pressed the call button and placed the phone on my ear. A few seconds the phone finally rang and rang but then it stopped ringing sending me straight to voice mail. I ended the called before looking at the picture again.

Once the team was ready I put the picture away and turned my phone off. We exited the compound and got back inside the jet. Steve had told us about going to a country called Wakanda where apparently there they will help Vision get the stone off him. The flight to Wakanda was a couple of hours long but thankfully when we arrived it was still day time.

"Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0. I hope you’re right about this, Cap. Or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to." Steve informed Falcon who was controlling the jet. The Quinjet passes through a force field into Wakanda.

Falcon opens the Jet and we all descend the ramp of the jet. Steve first walks out then doon followed Vision with Wanda then Rhodey and Burce behind them while I walked behind.

"Seems like I’m always thanking you for something." Steve shake his hands with the man who who seem to be the leader or kind of this country. The people standing with them had Wakanda clothes like those in history books that the woman used to wear back in the days.

Bruce bows in front of him.

"Bruce what are you doing?" I said whispering to him.

"Uh, we don’t do that here." He dissuades with a motion of his hand. "So how big of an assault can we expect?" He asked as we all followed behind them.

"Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault." Bruce informed the leader of Wakanda catching up to him.

"How we looking?" Steve asked him.

"You will have my King’s Guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and" Spoke the king. Suddenly a man with long hair and beard wore a similar gear to the one of Steve. He walked forward towards Steve. "A semi-stable, 100-year-old man." He responded as they share a hug.

"How you been, Buck?"

"Uh, not bad, for the end of the world. Who's this?" He said referring to me.

"This is Tony's older brother he's with us to help and find Tony who's been missing ever since the situation occurred in New York no one knew about him till now." Steve answered for me.

"The name's [M/N] nice to meet you." I said shaking his hand.

"You can call me Bucky pleasure to meet you." Bucky shook my hand and we all went inside the building.

We went inside Shuri’s lab the sister of T'challa and had Vision lay on a table, while Bruce and Shuri stand over him, and the others along with myself watch. Shuri scans the stone, and studies the hologram.

"Whoa. The structure is polymorphic." Shuri spoke taking a look at Bruce.

"Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially." Bruce answered her.

"Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?" Shuri said while Bruce stood quiet thinking for a few seconds.

"Because, we didn’t think of it."

"Can you do it?" Wanda asked Shuri.

"Yes, but there are more than two trillion neurons here. One misalignment could cause a cascade of circuit failures. It will take time brother." Shuri said.

"How long will it take for it to be done?" I asked.

"As long as you can give me." Shuri responded back. I nodded while my arms were folded. "Don't worry Wanda everything will be fine." I said to her.

Wanda was going to respond back when Okoye looked at her device. "Something's entered the atmosphere." She said looking at everyone.

Sam and Bucky stand together looking up a the sky through the big windows of the lab.

"Hey, Cap, we got a situation here." Sam informed. The defense shield around Wakanda destroys one of the vessels entering the atmosphere.

"God, I love this place." Bucky jokes.

"Yeah, don’t start celebrating yet, guys. We got more incoming outside the dome." I said taking a look up at the sky. Vision walks beside me placing his hand on me for support.

"It’s too late. We need to destroy the stone now." Vision Said.

Natasha turns her attention to him. "Vision get your ass back on the table." I helped Vision to the table and lay him down.

"We will hold them off." T'challa spoke.

"Wanda, as soon as the stone’s out of his head…you blow it to hell."Steve gave orders.

"I will." Wanda response back.

"Evacuate the city. Engage all defense procedures. And get this man a shield." T'challa points a finger at Steve.

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Our carriers hover over the ground with Wakandan soldier and Natasha, Steve, Bucky and I on board, and Bruce is in the Hulkbuster that Tony had created. It was astonishing seeing the big robot suit walk with Bruce inside of it. I have to admit seeing one of his old works really made me feel sad because I really wanted to see him already.

"You okay? Don't worry I'm sure Tony is fine." Natasha reassured me.

"I hope so."

"We got two heat signatures breaking through the tree line." Sam spoke throught earpiece. The soldiers all jump out of the small ships and line up altogether. Natasha, T'challa, Steve and I stand next to each other before we walk to the edge of the barrier separating us from the villains. Which I came to know their names as Proxima Midnight and Obsidian Cole.

"Where's your other friend?" Natasha asked feeling cocky.

"You will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone." Proximal answered.

"That's not gonna happen." Steve answered.

"We aren't scared of fighting you again maybe this time I finally get to lay my hands on you." I said smirking under my breath.

"You are in Wakanda now. Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood." T'challa said.

"We…Have blood to spare." She raises her right arm with a cry, and several large ships emerge from the forest behind her. We make our way back to the front line with the soldiers. Soon creatures began to run out of the woods. But the barrier around us destroyed them in half until some managed to get inside. The soldiers took out a transparent shield while everyone else including myself took out our guns and begin to shoot at them. Sam and Rhodey flew in the edge of the barrier throwing grenades destroying some of the creatures. Making big explosions.

"Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us…There’s nothing between them and Vision." Sam said through the earpiece.

"Then we better keep ’em in front of us." Steve responded. I looked at him confused. "How do you expect us to do that?" I asked.

"We open the barrier."Putting his hand to his ear. "On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen." T'challa commands I shook my head.

"I'm sorry but I’m thinking of leaving Wanda only to protect Vision isn't going to be enough. She's going to need more help." And just like that I went back running towards the lab.

"[Male Reader]!!" I could hear Steve yell after me but it was too late I was already running at super speed and halfway through the battlefield. I pressed my finger on the earpiece and Spoke to let everyone hear. "I'm sorry but I have a bad feeling am going to protect them both."

"No you need to stay out there and fight I can protect myself and Vision." Wanda's voice came through my ear. I ignored her voice and continued to run their way back to the lab. Wanda had told me earlier about what happened to her twin brother and it made me realize how I as an older brother need to protect those in need because even if I keep trying to tell myself not to get involved in this situations but it only makes me want to help out even more.

@art-estrange @classysarcasticsatan

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arvandus · 6 years ago

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Oneshot Loki Fic: Worse Than Death (Contains IW and Endgame Spoilers!!!)

Loki opened his eyes to blackness, his hands immediately going to his throat. Where was he? Just a moment before, Thanos…

An involuntary shudder coursed through Loki’s body as the memory passed through his consciousness. Thanos had crushed his throat. He should be dead.

He waited for his eyes to adjust to the blackness, but nothing came of it. The darkness was absolute, enveloping him, suffocating him. He reached out and his hands found cold, wet stone reaching up, up, up. The air began to take on a faint, musty smell. He willed his feet to move, one step after the other, as he followed along the stone wall, the darkness heavy on his shoulders. Where was he?

He walked for what felt like ages. Every now and then he thought he heard a sound. A scuttle here, a soft moan there. But he could see nothing, and he found nothing. He continued walking. Was there an end to this? Or would it go on forever? Was he to walk for all of eternity? Was he in Hel?

As he walked, his mind mulled over what had happened. Thanos had arrived, a power stone already in his possession, and in that moment hope had died in Loki’s heart. He knew Thanos, and he knew the black order, more than he’d like to. He knew his cruelty and his strength. He knew that he would stop at nothing, and neither Loki nor Thor would be strong enough to fight him. He was a titan, a titan on a mission of destruction, “burdened with glorious purpose” to cleanse the universe. A sour taste sat in Loki’s mouth. The mind stone’s affects and Thanos’s lecturing still crept into his mind, like a poison that wouldn’t leave.

It left Loki with very few options. He had held the tesseract in his hands, he could have left any moment. But Thanos had his brother. His brother who had fought with him, saved him, and never gave up hope in the kind of man he could become. His brother, the last of his family. The last of his people. He couldn’t – he wouldn’t – abandon him.

And then the Hulk showed up, and Loki had dropped it. ‘Fool!’ he cursed himself. Had he held onto it, he could have whisked him and his brother away before Thanos had time to react. But Ebony Maw had already gotten his hands on the tesseract. Even so, Loki tried to convince Thor to try to take the tesseract back, but Thor had refused to leave without saving Hulk and Heimdall, and his big oaf of a brother tried to take on Thanos himself. Loki cursed his brother’s stupidity and his goodness; his all-or-nothing attitude would get them all killed.

The stupidity got worse. Heimdall, in his last moment, saved the Hulk, sending him away in the Bifrost. A decision that completely confused Loki. If he had the ability to save anyone, should he have not saved his brother?

He would never know the answer. Heimdall was killed immediately after, only fueling Thor’s rage. Loki had watched from a distance as he could anticipate how the event would play out. Thanos would either kill Thor or take him prisoner in an attempt to make him a part of the Children of Thanos. He had done the same to Loki when he had found him.

As for Loki, he knew that worse than death awaited him if Thanos took him. He had lost the scepter and the tesseract when he was on Earth, and he had defied Thanos’s will once the scepter’s influence over him was broken. Thanos did not take failure lightly and took betrayal even less so.

So, Loki did what he could. An attempt on the mad titan’s life. Either he would succeed, or he would fail. And if he failed, then he would die and escape Thanos’s clutches forever. As for his brother, Heimdall was gone, Thanos’s flying city of a ship was right outside their broken walls. There was no escape, there was no rescue. And he trusted in his brother’s pride that he would not let himself be taken prisoner. They would die together, and together they would meet in death, in Valhalla. “The sun will shine on us again, my brother.” He had said. He had believed it.

There were worse things than death.

Now, of course, Loki wondered if that was true. He was sure that he had been walking for ages, and yet nothing had changed. He felt like he was going crazy. Panic started to rise in him but he forced it down. This wasn’t the worst thing he had endured in his lifetime, and letting his fear take him wouldn’t help.

Just as he was about to give up and slump against the cold hard walls, the slightest hint of light showed ahead of him. The pitch blackness began to have form, to have shape. Grey shapes stood out in relief against black rocks. Some of them moved. He reached for his knives, but nothing happened. They were gone. He realized then, that he had nothing. No weapons, and even his cape and leather armor were gone. He stood in only his softly woven shirt and pants. He was reduced to nothing, vulnerable.

The light continued to brighten, slowly, gradually, until he began to see color. Green. Everything was cast in a hue of green. He walked cautiously like a cat, one foot softly in front of the other, a heavy pit in his stomach.

A shape moved next to him, caught in his peripheral vision, and he nearly jumped out of his boots. A strangled cry came from the hunched mound next to him, and he realized it was a man. A man in rags, cowering from him against the rocks. When Loki didn’t make a move towards him, the man scuttled away like a rat, back the way Loki had come, disappearing into the darkness behind him.

The pit in Loki’s stomach became deeper, heavier. He had a feeling he knew where he was.

He continued to follow the dim green light, as he saw more and more people cowering, hiding, or simply sitting listless or laying prone, the life in their eyes gone. Empty shells of who they once were, reduced to basic animalistic instincts, basic fear.

He continued his path, his facial expression firm, his jaw set tight to keep his emotions in check. If he didn’t show his fear, then the fear couldn’t overtake him.

Finally, as he turned a corner, the hall he was following opened into a vast cavern, endless. The walls reached up high above him, disappearing into blackness. Was there a ceiling? He couldn’t tell. It was out of his view.

The wide expanse spread out before him, infinitely, endlessly. People sat huddled in small groups or alone, some talking in hushed whispers, some crying. Somewhere in the distance he heard screaming.

In the center of it all sat what looked to be a palace carved out of obsidian, the green light emanating from its glassless arched windows, reflecting off of the shining black rock. It was immense and terrifying in its structure, all sharp angles and jagged points, and the ground seemed to hum and rumble like a living, breathing thing, a creature out of nightmares.

Hel. He was in Hel. Niflheim, to be exact. So, he had died. And this was where he was meant to spend eternity. He pursed his lips together in annoyance. True, he hadn’t led the purest life, but Hel? Really? He had at least hoped his attempt to save Asgard, twice, was enough grant him entry into Valhalla. He had hoped he would finally see his mother, and maybe even his father. He had assumed he would see Thor again, that they would enter Valhalla together.

But no. Here he was, with the fallen, the dishonored, and the mediocre. He still wasn’t considered a hero. His lips curled up in a snarl. Even in death he was denied what he was owed.

His eyes once again took in the beastly palace before him. If he was in Hel, then… did that mean his sister was here? What exactly happened to her after her battle with Surtur? He had thought she had died, but if she did then wouldn’t she end up back here in Hel?

He shrugged his shoulders, and continued walking, his feet taking him towards the black palace. Only one way to find out. He had eternity here, after all.

He walked through the palace, its green lights dim and flickering. There was hardly a soul around in this massive space. Tall columns rose up out of the floor to hold arched ceilings. It was quiet. Desolate. Like a place that was a ghost of its former self. It might have felt grand and powerful at one point. Now it felt empty.

He walked forward, his boots echoing loudly on the obsidian floor. Ahead of him was a dais, and on that dais was a throne. In that throne sat Hela.

She no longer held her former glory. Her hair hung in tangled, unkempt strands. Her body looked frail, weak. She wore her black and green outfit of before, but her body was wrapped in a black cape as if to fight off the cold. Her eyes looked hollow with dark circles under them and her face was thin, the skin taut around her bones.

She scarcely looked up at him as he entered. “I knew you would come, brother.” She said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. If it weren’t for the echoing of the walls, he might not have heard it.

“Hela.” Loki replied. “Is this your great domain of the dead? No wonder you wanted to conquer Asgard.”

Hela uncurled herself from her throne and stood slowly. “It was not always so dreary. It used to be grand, my light filling every corridor with power. The dead worshipped me, groveled at my feet. The screams of the villainous used to echo in these chambers like sweet music.”

“Sounds lovely.” Loki replied sarcastically.

“It was.” She replied, as she took careful slow steps down from her dais. She laid a delicate hand against a large column, as if stroking a pet lovingly. “I was one with this place, it was my lifeblood. I was absolute here.”

“What happened?”

Hela pinned him with an icy gaze. “You happened. You and Thor. Unleashing Surtur onto Asgard was a bold move. I didn’t expect it. When Asgard fell, so did I, with all of my power lost into the universe. I found myself here… and it’s never been the same since.” She stared at the column forlornly and stepped away. “Come, brother. Let us talk.”

Hela escorted him out of the throne room, through a series of dreary hallways and stairwells until finally entering into a solar, a private room with lounging chairs and a dull fireplace that gave no heat with its green flames. It was higher up in the keep, and Loki stared out of the window at the emptiness that spread out before him. There was never to be any sunlight here, nor starlight. Just darkness and death encased in rock. It was a giant, living tomb built to held an infinite number of souls.

Despite all the seating in the room, he refused to sit. His anxiousness kept him firmly on his feet, ready to run as soon as she tried anything. Hela moved slowly, tiredly, pouring a cup of liquid for the both of them into black crystalline goblets. She handed one to Loki and he took it but did not drink.

She observed his behavior. “I certainly can’t kill you here, now can I?” she smirked.

Loki gave her a slight grin. “There are worse things than death.”

“A fair statement.” Hela agreed with a nod. She sat herself down into a dusty cushioned chair. “However, I have no plans to torture you.”

“Why not?” Loki asked. “Not that I’m begging you to of course, but we didn’t exactly end our last encounter on good terms.” He sat next to her in a matching chair.

“To be quite honest, I’m too tired. Too weak.” She said softly. “I hold this place in my keeping barely as it is. But Hel needs a ruler, and no matter how weak I am, my duties here are bound into my soul.”

“So… if you were strong enough, this would be a different conversation.”

She gave him a piercing stare as she took a sip from her goblet. “Very different.”

Loki leaned back uncomfortably, as if the action could put a safe distance between them. It didn’t.

“How did you know I was coming?” he replied.

“I know all beings that are soon to enter my domain.” She replied. She set her goblet down and flicked her thin wrist in the air. A glowing, shimmering scale floated in front of her, small enough to fit in her hand. It was intangible, made of glowing mist that seemed to curl and spin and reform into its shape once again. On the bottom of the scale, Loki’s name was written on it. He stared at it with keen interest.

“What is that?” he asked.

“The balance of your life.” Hel replied. “There are two places the dead go when their time comes. Valhalla and here. Where you end up will depend on this. Too many evil deeds, too many selfish, cowardly acts and the scale tips towards Hel. But perform enough heroics, be selfless, follow your destiny to be a hero, and the scale tips towards Valhalla.”

“How on Earth then did my scale tip me here into Hel?” Loki said crossly. “Sure, I had tried to kill off the frost giants. Then I had tried to conquer Earth. But the first was an attempt to save Asgard from an impending threat without losing half of Asgard in battle, the other I was under the influence of Thanos. Even then, the body count should be far outweighed by those saved against the dark elves and… well, you.”

Hela chuckled at him. “You’re not the first to question the validity of his life. But the scales are unquestionable. Were your sacrifices truly intended for pure means? When you fought with Thor against Malekith, did you not have every intention of using the opportunity to usurp Odin?”

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t expected to live.” Loki replied. “But I did, and I figured why miss an opportunity.”

“I am not here to judge you.” Hela replied. “Life is short, even for us, within the grand scheme of things. I’ve always found the lines between good and evil to be arbitrary… if an individual wants to use their life to gain power, that is their right to do so. Justice and fairness are fabrications developed by individuals trying to make sense of a chaotic universe. However,” she whisked away the scale, its mist fading into nothing. “I was not the one who made the rules. Our father’s ancestors built this place and Valhalla, and they are the ones who decide who goes where.”

Loki eyed her carefully, taking in her calmness and her resignation. She was nothing of the angry, power-hungry sister he had fought before. How could there be such a change in her?

“And what of my efforts against you?” Loki replied. “I had no inclination to take over Asgard when I arrived to save its people. Surely that should have counted for something.”

“As a matter of fact, it did.” She replied. “However, your unwillingness to fight next to Thor until the very end tipped the scale.”

Loki stood from his chair in anger. “What do you mean? I did everything I could to save that fool.”

Hela didn’t budge from her seat and took a careful sip from her goblet. “Did you fight bravely in battle to the bitter end, side by side together?”

Loki froze. “Well… I mean, we were about to die regardless…”

“Or did you rush in like a fool?”

“Well, I-“ Loki stammered.

“You can not hide the truth from me, trickster.” A quirk of a smile played at her lips.

“Perhaps I did rush it, but the ending was going to be the same regardless.”

“Yes, so you thought. You think you know so much you can predict the future. But your intelligence does have limits.”

“What do you mean? Speak plainly.” Loki was losing his patience.

“Thor still lives. You, however, rushed to your death unnecessarily. Why?” Hela stared at him, pinning him with her eyes.

“… My brother is alive?”

“Our brother.” She corrected. “And yes, he’s alive. But you still have yet to answer my question. Why did you rush to your death?”

“You don’t know? And here I thought you knew everything.” Loki mocked.

Hela didn’t take his bait, however, and waited patiently. Loki gave up avoiding the question and sat slowly in his seat.

“I was afraid.” He said quietly. “We were going to lose, and I knew it. Thor didn’t… he always was the optimistic fool. But I knew Thanos. I knew what he was going to do to me once we lost. There are things worse than death.” He repeated. A realization hit him in that moment, as well. He had rushed to his death because he couldn’t bear to watch his brother killed before him. He wondered how Thor handled his death.

“Ah. So, you met your end to escape your fear. You gave up hope. Your death wasn’t brave at all.” She replied.

“How dare you.” Loki seethed. “You talking to me as if you understand a thing about honor or sacrifice.”

Hela stood in anger, the air around her crackling. “Do not presume to know me, brother. You know nothing about my sacrifice.” The air cleared and her shoulders slumped as if the surge of power was too much for her. She turned from him and went to stand in front of the fireplace, staring into its green depths.

“I was not always like this.” She said softly. “I was Odin’s daughter, his first born. I was a child once, and he… he was everything to me. He taught me everything I knew. How to fight, how to rule… he prided himself on his conquests, claimed the nine realms as his birthright. I believed him and followed him to the ends of the Great Tree’s branches.”

“Sounds familiar.” Loki replied, just as softly.

Hela gave a small smile and continued her story. “I had the love of both of my parents. My mother taught me her magic and my father taught me to fight. But it wasn’t enough. Odin always wanted more of me, pushed me to be more. More powerful, more ruthless. He said a king had to be unyielding, to stand by his decisions. So, I did. He gave me his power, tying it into my own. We were practically one, he and I. I was his sword. I knew nothing else. When I fought his battles, his strength pumped through my veins and I felt whole again. It filled me, like nothing else did. I hungered for it.

“And then the fighting stopped. Suddenly the battles were over, and I was left with nothing. I had had only one purpose for thousands of years, and it was stripped from me. Odin no longer gave me his power, and I hungered for it, to fill that emptiness. He had always talked about being a firm, unforgiving king… I had never expected him to be that way with me. But suddenly I was cut off, and my purpose was lost. My mother turned her back on me, said I was too blood thirsty, but it was Odin who made me that way. Now that Odin had peace, there was no place for me in Asgard or in his heart.

“He condemned me. He condemned me to suffer, and he hid me away in this place, to be forgotten. He erased the memory of me from Asgard, he erased me from his heart. I think Frigga might have been pregnant with Thor, when it finally happened. He had his new heir, after all. I was useless to him, a blemish from his past, his greatest mistake.

“I have been trapped here for a long time. Such a long time… alone with my anger, and the pain. I still hunger for it, you know. I was so glad when he had died. I was freed of my prison, and the Odinforce flowed through me again. I wanted nothing more than to relish in that feeling.”

Loki was silent for a long time.

Finally, he spoke. “It corrupted you.” He realized. “Odin’s power corrupted you and made you what you were.”

Hela turned and looked at him. “I wanted nothing else. It was better than food, better than sleep. Better than sex.”

“He knew?” Loki asked.

“Only after. He had only wanted to make me strong.” Hela replied. “But he didn’t understand what he had done or how deep the hunger had rooted in me until the fighting had stopped. In all those years, he had never bothered to look at his daughter. To truly see. He was so focused on his next conquest…”

“He was ashamed.” Loki said.

“He made me.” Hela spat.

“He wasn’t ashamed of you.” Loki replied. “He was ashamed of what you represented. His failure. He was ashamed of himself for failing you.” In that moment, he realized his words applied to him as well.

Hela straightened her back. “You defend him? After all he did to you?”

“My love for Odin is… complicated.” Loki replied. “But one thing I can say about him is that he was never good at admitting his failings. Too prideful.”

“A trait that runs in our family, I’m sure.” Hela said.

“Agreed.” Loki nodded. “Although, to be fair, I’m not technically part of your family. But the effect has been the same.

“You weren’t the only one cast out of the family for failing to meet his expectations. Apparently being tortured and having my mind influenced by an infinity stone after having all of my childhood dreams dashed to oblivion was no excuse for trying to conquer Midgard. Which, by the way, was another attempt on my part to save at least some of Father’s domain, and the only domain that Thor cared about. I knew of Thanos’s plans early on. Our arrangement was to keep Earth protected as long as it was under my rule. But something happened when I took the scepter… everything went wrong…” he paused for a moment, distracted by memories. Finally, he continued. “…But such facts mattered little for the Allfather.”

Loki quietly kept his remaining thoughts to himself. In all truth, it was most likely his own behavior and defiance towards Odin that added to Odin’s lack of receptiveness to Loki’s words. But his rage and hurt was still fresh in him back then. He wouldn’t have been able to find the right words if he tried. And Odin did little to understand him, too blinded by his anger at Loki’s betrayal.

“Odin did quite the number on both of us, didn’t he?” Hela said with a sigh.

“And to think… he gets to go to Valhalla. What a rigged system.” Loki grumbled.

They sat in silence for a moment, until a thought occurred in Loki’s head. “You said you can see the scales for everyone. Can you see them for Thor?”

Hela stared at him quietly, assessing him, before finally bringing forth Thor’s scale. Loki walked towards her to stand next to her at the fireplace and stared at the scale before him. It tipped precariously on the median, and a cold chill went through Loki’s body.

“What is wrong with it?” he asked. “Surely this can’t be right.”

“A lot has happened since your death, brother.” Hela said solemnly, her eyes glowing green and vacant as if she were looking somewhere else. “Our dear brother has lost his way and turned his back on his destiny.”

“What do you mean?” Loki asked, his brow furrowed.

“He has abandoned his people. He mourns his losses, including you. He carries the weight of his failures.” Hela said quietly.

“He’s abandoned his people? He would never.” Loki replied vehemently.

“The remaining Asgardians are now in the Valkyrie’s hands. As for your brother, he struggles to find his place in the universe.”

“But he is a good person.” Loki said, his voice almost begging.

“He denies his destiny.” Hela replied. “Remember, I don’t make the rules.”

“So, he might not make it to Valhalla?” Loki asked incredulously. If anyone should deserve to go to Valhalla, it was Thor.

“His fate is still undecided. His place of endless rest will depend upon which path he chooses to walk.”

Loki stared at the scale as it vanished from Hela’s hands.

“I must go to him.” Loki said finally.

“It is impossible.” Hela replied. “Death is permanent, even for you, trickster.”

“There has to be a way.” Loki said desperately.

“There isn’t. Do you think you’re the first to try to escape this place? Take any tunnel you wish, and you will go on forever, walking in endless darkness. This place is infinite. None may leave it.”

“You left it.” Loki replied.

“When I had the Odinforce in me, yes. But that is gone now, destroyed with Asgard. Only a snippet of it remains, within Thor. He is the last.”

Loki looked around the room and outside the windows. “The green glow. Is that you? Is that your power?”

Hela lifted her chin slightly, staring down at him suspiciously. “Yes. But it is the last of my power. If I tried to use it to leave this place, I would cease to exist, and all souls stuck here, including yours, would be trapped in eternal darkness. True darkness. Trust me when I say you do not want that.”

Loki’s shoulders slumped in defeat, and he leaned a hand against the mantel, staring into the flames. “If only I had an infinity stone.” He said quietly.

Hela gave a small smile. “We are not so much different, you and I. I appreciate your disregard for the rules. An infinity stone might hold enough power to break you free if you so desired, but even that would be a huge risk, depending on which stone is used.”

“I had held two of them at one point, you know.” Loki said. “The scepter held the mind stone. I didn’t know it at the time, of course. But I felt its affect on me when I began using it. The feeling never really quite left…” he touched his temple subconsciously. “And I held the space stone, too. The tesseract. So many missed opportunities…”

Hela’s posture straightened and she stared at him cautiously. “You still feel the mind stone?” she asked.

“Well, not like before, of course. But the memory of it is there, like a whisper.”

Without asking, Hela grabbed Loki’s face in her hands, and in that moment the world seemed the spin under his feet. A pulse of power throbbed through him, and Hela jumped back as if she were shocked by the touch.

“It’s not possible.” She gasped.

“What? What do you mean?” Loki demanded.

“How many infinity stones have you touched?” she asked.

Loki paused for a moment and thought. “Two.”

“Only two?” she asked.

Loki thought again. There was the tesseract, the scepter, and… and the aether. Jane Foster had possessed the aether, but she was its vessel much how the cube was the vessel for the space stone. “No.” he realized. “Three. The aether was the third.”

“Hm.” She thought to herself.

“What is this about?” Loki asked.

“The infinity stones are the most powerful items in the universe. So powerful that they affect everything around them, simply by their presence. Even more so, if touched. Their power leaks into everything, leaving their imprint on whatever touches them. A trace amount of power, permeating into the fabric of life. You’ve held three of them, and they’ve imprinted themselves on your soul like a footprint on sand. You have more trace power in you than most.”

“So, what does that mean for me?” he asked.

She stared at him, as she nibbled her lip in thought. “It might be possible…” she murmured. “Or, it might not be enough.”

“Speak plainly!” Loki nearly shouted. “I have no time for your riddles! Either you can help me or you can’t!”

“You managed to touch the three stones that might be able to free you from death. The space stone can change your place. The reality stone can give you form. The mind stone can transfer your consciousness. After all, what is a soul but our minds without body? The soulstone would have been better, but this might be enough.” Hela explained. She walked briskly away from the fireplace. “Come, Loki, God of Mischief.”

Loki obeyed, quick on her heels.

“You will help me then?” he asked, hopeful.

She eyed him sideways. “I will try.”

She led him to a new set of stairs, leading high into the keep, winding up and up, with windows following the stairs along the curve of the wall. Higher and higher they went, until they finally entered a wide, opening at the top of the tower, out onto the rooftop. It was a sheer drop on all sides, black obsidian sleek with moisture. What would happen to him if he fell? Would he simply get back up and walk away? Would he feel anything? He didn’t want to find out.

He stared at his estranged sister. “Why are you helping me?”

She stared at him for a moment. “I am tired. So very tired. And I don’t want to have to spend eternity with both of you.” She smirked at him.

“What do you mean?” he asked warily.

“This will be my last act. With the remainder of my power combined to yours, I will rewrite the rules of Hel, and free you from this place to save your brother.”

“But you will die. Completely.” Loki said. “You will cease to exist.”

“Yes. I will.” She replied simply. “My life has been a brutal one. Even now, I hunger for a power I cannot possess. I waste away here in this place, with nothing but bad memories and loneliness. Trust me brother when I say I understand. There are things worse than death. Death, true death, will be a release for me. I will be freed.”

“Why didn’t you simply try to blink yourself out of Hel sooner then?” Loki asked. “Why do you need me for this?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re not going to take my residual power and use them to free yourself, are you?”

Hela smiled at him. “If I were stronger, I might. But the simple weaving of our powers alone will probably kill me. Besides, even if I did leave, I’d have nowhere to go and no strength left to do anything more than what I’m doing now. And that hunger will always be there.”

Loki eyed her suspiciously but didn’t speak. He always was one to play with a bit of risk. Either she was lying, and he would cease to exist entirely while she walked free, or the other way around. But he couldn’t leave his brother alone any longer.

“There is one caveat.” She said, as she ran her hands back over her tangled hair, her crown of sharp antlers spreading out above her head. “Hel must always have a ruler. Without a ruler of Hel, then Hel itself will be plunged into endless darkness. If it is left unruled long enough, then Hel itself will break, and the souls of the dead will be freed.”

“Why do I not like where this is going?” Loki asked.

“Everything comes with a price.” Hela said. “You wanted to be a king, did you not? Once I am gone, my life force will be yours, and so will my titles and responsibilities. You will be king of Hel, Loki. With my power combined with yours, you’ll be able to leave Hel freely, but you must always return to rule it. If you do not, then you will fall when Hel falls, and the dead shall overrun all of Yggdrasil.”

Loki sighed and shook his head. “The things I do for that oaf of a brother. Very well, sister.”

Hela eyed him for a moment, to make sure he was true to his words, then raised her hands to the sky.

“Wait.” Loki shouted. She stared at him but didn’t lower her arms. “Thank you… sister.” He replied.

She stared at him in silence, and then tilted her head back, staring into the abyss above. The green glow around her grew as she drew in the remainder of her power, its light fading from the castle below her as she removed her strength from Hel and pulled it into herself. Blackness fell across the domain, and she stood at the center of it, a glowing beacon in endless night. She reached out to Loki with a long hand, and he took it in his own. As soon as their skin touched, he felt the power start to leave him, tearing his flesh apart, deconstructing his mind, particle by particle, thought by thought. He lost all senses, all his awareness. Then, he was being knitted back together, new power flowing through him, and a heavy weight on his spirit, a burden he would have to bear for eternity. Every aspect of his being was being rewritten. He cried out in agony.

* * * * * * * * *

Thor sat in his room, staring at himself in the mirror, struggling to recognize the man he saw. He hardly knew himself, and he couldn’t stare for long. Too easily he could see the pain in his eyes, the emptiness he felt within himself. Outside his door he could hear the laughter of Drax and Mantis as they talked, and Rocket’s yelling as he cursed them.

He had hoped going on this journey would help him find himself, but he felt more lost than ever. He had no home, his people were thousands of lightyears away, and he and Quill still had yet to establish their pecking order. Could these people really become family to him?

What was he doing here? What was he thinking leaving New Asgard? Leaving the Avengers?

He stared at himself again. They wouldn’t even trust him with the gauntlet. He wasn’t an Avenger. He was nobody.

Suddenly, a green flash lit up his room, blinding him, and he covered his eyes with a yell, calling his axe to him in an instant. It wasn’t until the sound of his own yell died away, that he heard another, familiar yell filling his ears.

Surely, it couldn’t be. He must have finally gone crazy.

There, right before him in the middle of the floor, Loki lay sprawled out on his back, smoke curling off of his clothes as he beat at them with his hands. Thor watched in disbelief as his brother pushed himself up off the ground and straightened his leather armor. “That’s going to take forever to get out…” he heard him mutter, as he tried to rub the soot off his clothes and checked a hole in his cape by putting a finger through it.

Thor’s voice was caught firm by the lump in his throat, and his eyes were brimmed with heavy tears. “L… Loki?” he choked out.

Loki looked up from his self-preening, and locked eyes with Thor. “Hello, brother…”

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ladylaufeyson1 · 6 years ago

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Finally saw Endgame. (A Novel)

Extensive (badly written) thoughts under the cut…

As a disclaimer, this isn’t an invitation to a debate. These are my opinions. You don’t have to read them. You don’t have to agree with them. But if you try to diminish them or belittle me in any way, I will block your ass. Just putting that out there.

First things first, I am fucking STOKED that Loki got away. I had the biggest shit-eating grin on my face during that entire scene. I loved it. It was so cleverly done. He looked FANTASTIC. His expressions were perfect. Everything about that was hilarious and wonderful and great. And if the series stars 2012 Loki, well hell, that’s just peachy!

HOWEVER - the movie could’ve done with a LOT more of him. He was legit tortured by Thanos and that not being addressed even a little was pretty damn stupid. He had every flippin right to help the Avengers bring him down. I just think it was lazy ass writing. Maybe there wasn’t enough time. Still, I’m glad he’ll be off doing his own thing now, whatever that may be. And I’m HELLA glad he will be away from Thor for a while. Also, don’t understand everyone bitching about him being “dead”. He’s not fuckin dead. He literally GOT away (edited to say that I recognize the whole different timeline thing - and either way, if he stays in this timeline or another, he is STILL Loki! And different timeline only means he could possibly have a happier freakin life!). Also don’t understand the hatred towards Tom or the notion that he somehow “lied” to us. I don’t understand people on this stupid fucking site sometimes. Anyways.

Moving on to my next favorite thing - Frigga!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And alllllll of the Dark World shots. That was SO REFRESHING after it was shit on in that abomination of a movie that shall not be named. I honestly wept because I was SO HAPPY to see her and Jane and all of that same beautiful scenery that I miss so, so much. She was perfect. And happy. And the way she handled StupidAssThor™ was amazing. Thank god there was continuity in that. Thank god. Not even he was capable of ruining it.

What bothered me was that Thor didn’t really try to save her. I feel like RealThor™ would’ve done something, even if it fucked with some timeline. He was always driven by his emotions. But then again, I know it’s not the same Thor anymore. I haven’t seen him since Ultron, and I know I will never see him again.

I had really odd moments in this movie where I cried in nearly every scene with him in it, because I realized how much I miss him. I saw more of old Thor in this movie than I have in the last two movies he’s been in. Yes, he looked ridiculous, but there were certain emotional moments and pained expressions that surprisingly got to me. I felt sorry for him, which I was actively trying to avoid. People were treating his blatant PTSD like a joke, which I found disturbing, but Chris didn’t exactly do a stellar job with taking it seriously so I don’t exactly blame the audience for not taking it seriously either. Anyways, I am exhausted from repeatedly mourning the death of this character, time and time again. I’m sad that Chris felt the need to change him so much. He used to be wonderful. I truly don’t enjoy Chris Hemsworth playing Chris Hemsworth. I’m afraid I will always miss RealThor™.

Going back a bit, I’m wondering if Frigga ultimately did survive, in one timeline or another. I wonder how much of a butterfly effect Loki’s escape had that we weren’t witness to. I always think about him being imprisoned in TDW, telling Kurse to “take the stairs to the left.” If he was never imprisoned, that never would’ve happened and perhaps Frigga would have survived. I don’t know. Maybe the series will address this. Maybe not. I have no idea. But I truly enjoyed her scenes, and feel very, very grateful for them. What a blessing.

Natasha’s death was, uh, completely awful. I know, I know. Hawkeye has a family and kids blah blah blah, but fuck, I couldn’t help but want it to be him instead. I’m assuming the Black Widow movie will be a prequel of types, but I really hope there is something in the works to bring her back. I doubt it, it all seemed pretty final. But perhaps they can magically resurrect her eventually rather than fuck with any timeline. Someone’s gotta come back and put Red Skull in his place anyway. I feel like he’s a growing menace. I doubt it’s the last we see of Vormir. I hate that place.

I feel sad for Black Widow. She really had no happiness. No nothing. She was this lonely, tortured character who always did everything to help everyone else, but no one ever did much for her. Sure, there was that weird ass BruceNat plot line once upon a time (another great disservice to her character) but I don’t feel like any one of them gave a real damn about her, except for Steve. And they didn’t even have a proper goodbye and they fucking should have.

That was a really sad, disturbing loss to me - one I don’t think I’ll be over anytime soon. Also, where the fuck was her memorial service? I was really tired of watching the sausage fest that ensued after she went. Her absence was greatly felt for the rest of the film. Also, Scarlett’s acting was top notch. I felt all of it. It shook me. She was great.

Tony’s death, while also extremely upsetting, was not as difficult to accept. While I didn’t exactly predict his death, it sort of made sense vs. Nat’s. Still, it was gut-wrenching and sad and awful. My biggest problem with it was that him and Cap had no real goodbye. I sort of wanted someone to shove Peter the fuck out of the way so that they could have words, but it didn’t happen. It was annoying. Idk if anyone felt the same way about this. I’m not even a “Stony” shipper. But they had a longstanding friendship, and it felt bad. At least Pepper talked to him. I thought she’d have to strangle Peter to get a frickin word in.

And then there was the one, perfect ending that I loved deeply, because it was something I had predicted a long time ago. Cap has been my favorite avenger since forever and I knew if time travel was involved he would go back and live his life out with Peggy. I was so glad this happened, so glad he had that happiness, because his story had always been greatly upsetting. I also love that he gave his shield to Sam!!! His ending was absolutely perfect. What a wonderful character, what a wonderful man. I love Chris Evans dearly and will miss Cap so, so much.

All in all, I thought it was pretty darn good. Way better than Infinity War, and all I really wanted was for Loki to be okay and for Cap to get that ending and all that I asked for was granted. I had zero hopes for Thor, but the Frigga and Dark World scenes were just soooo nice. Nat’s death left a really bad taste in my mouth and now I’m majorly depressed for Pepper. But I’m trying to stay positive.

I feel a creeping sadness and a sort of empty, void feeling. The MCU has, quite literally, saved me at very dark, difficult times in my life, and seeing this all come to a *sort of* close, at least with characters that I’ve grown fond of, was a bit harder than I thought it would be. This was something really special that, for better or for worse, I am happy to have been a part of.

Where the hell does this all go from here?

#avengers #avengers: endgame #avengers spoilers #endgame spoilers #avengers: endgame spoilers #loki #marvel #mcu

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demigodofhoolemere · 6 years ago

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A year later I still have some feelings about Loki’s IW scene, and now in a post-Endgame world there’s even more to think about and I kinda just need to write it down.

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I have plenty of problems with it, but I’ve never had the same problem I’ve seen many other fans have with it, which is believing him to be out of character there. I definitely get why one can feel that way about it, but his dialogue and his actions always seemed fair enough to me. Goodness knows it was more like himself than 90% of anything he said or did in Ragnarok. I’ve reblogged stuff from that scene because it makes me emotional. His speech, his last words, his love for his brother, his sacrifice, they all moved me, and I can believe them. I appreciate that they acknowledge that Loki would die for Thor. I can even believe that if it came down to it, if all the chips were down and he had absolutely no moves left, if the attempt he made with the dagger was 1000% for sure the last thing he could try, then yeah, he’d go down swinging.

The issue stems from the fact that we’re not given enough reason to believe that there really was nothing else he could do. They conveniently forget about all of his skills, all of his powers and magic, and we’re not given any in-universe excuse for this. They could have in the very least had Thanos say something about not falling for tricks, if they were determined to not give Loki the chance to use any. But instead of that, all we get is Loki immediately resorting to the dagger, which is why people have been calling him an idiot for the last year because either the Russos or M&M or both couldn’t have been bothered to narratively justify him taking this action. If they were so set on having him do what he did, they needed to do a better job at establishing that it was the only thing he had left to do, instead of making him look stupid for not doing more.

And really, it’s stupidity on the part of the people making it (sorry guys) for not letting him use his abilities as the last resort rather than the dagger, because at least there’s the chance of him making a dent if he uses magic and even if it fails then he still tried something better than stabbing, and not to mention it would display how terrifying Thanos is if even Loki’s powers weren’t enough. But it’s the stabbing because they say so. Again, you’ve got to narratively justify this stuff. Even if I believe he’d do it if there was literally just nothing left, you have to go to the effort of proving that to be the case.

But in the end it’s not even about him being backed into a corner with no options, it’s about the filmmakers refusing to give him any. It didn’t have to happen the way it did, no one held them at gunpoint and forced them to do it. Even if you’re determined to kill him, he didn’t have to go out that way. And even so, why kill him? There are SO many things you can do with a character like that. Show he and Thor side by side, working together, battling through trauma together. Show him with the other Avengers and the Guardians. There’s a wealth of fantastic interactions we could have had. Loki could have actually had friends for the first time in his life (heaven forbid). He could have made connections that would have helped him. His abilities could have been incredibly useful. He could have played a part in getting revenge on the man who abused him. So many things that could have been awesome and cathartic. The possibilities are endless. They just... chose not to.

After IW I was willing to give things a chance. His mysterious prolonged absence, his seemingly specific choices of words, the fact that he was the only optimistic character in the movie despite his circumstances, and above all the highly suspect line, “The sun will shine on us again,” as if he knew something, all seemed to indicate that there was something more. I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high, because Marvel, but things were looking good. I was willing to overlook the things I took issue with, because for the most part I didn’t think it was a terribly written scene and I thought there’d be some sort of payoff for making me watch what was horrible about it. And now I’m just bewildered and frustrated that it was all for nothing. Purely shock value. What in the world was the point?

And what’s all the more aggravating is that he was only killed to further Thor’s pain (as if he hasn’t already lost enough anyway?). He’s treated as a pawn rather than a character in his own right, just to (somehow) further someone else’s story, and then what happens? Throughout the entirety of Endgame, Thor doesn’t mention his brother once. Never says his name. Doesn’t even look at him when he’s right there. Even in IW he only refers to “my brother” a couple of times and when he goes after Thanos his, “I told you you’d die for that,” is in reference to Heimdall (which I appreciate, don’t get me wrong, Heimdall so easily could have gotten lost in the fray of things and I’m glad he got recognition), but nothing about Loki, not for two whole movies. So how exactly did killing him do anything for Thor when he seems to be more or less unaffected by it? Their entire history and bond was erased. But I guess you lose the space for stuff like that when you’re so busy trying to cram endless fat jokes into the runtime. Priorities.

Then they act like giving us 2012!Loki is a gift. At least we have a Loki, so we should be satisfied, as if they didn’t mercilessly fridge the prime timeline Loki. While 2012!Loki is very much the same entity, and he has gone through 99% of the same life... without these crucial last several years, it’s simultaneously a very different Loki, especially given the time he’s from — he’s the most damaged Loki, the most hardened one, the one who is going to have an even harder time of doing any sort of healing. It’s difficult to be happy about having him in any form when it’s like this. I love 2012!Loki just as much as I love him at any point in his life, but I haven’t seen him in years. I want back the version of him that they took (ditto that with Gamora, by the way). This is practically starting over. Not to mention I just don’t trust them with the character anymore. Tom’s my only hope.

Loki deserved better. He deserved to be treated as his own person and not a dispensable extension of his brother (like that’s not what he was already made to think his whole life). He deserved to be done justice by the story. He deserved to not be humiliatingly strangled to death by his torturer. He deserved more dignity than this. He deserved to not have the last words his brother says to him be an insult. He deserved to be redeemed (which he already was, ugh) without having to die for it. He deserved to live. He deserved to rebuild his life and finally get the time to heal properly. The fans deserved to not have their dedication be punished. And if nothing else, Tom deserved better than this, dang it.

I’m just... aaaahhhhgggshdjdhsjs. So tired. So tired of shock value. So tired of disappointments in stories. So tired of Loki’s constant mistreatment in canon and reality. Marvel’s got it out for him which means they can’t have him anymore. I’m adopting him and taking him far away where he will be loved.

#siiiigh #marvel #loki #endgame critical #infinity war critical #avengers: infinity war #infinity war p1 #avengers 4 #endgame #spoilers #marvel spoilers #avengers 4 spoilers #endgame spoilers #marvel critical

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wickednerdery · 6 years ago

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Title: FrostBitten: On Thin Ice Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Marvel Pairing/character: Loki x Reader (& Jotun!OC) Rating: Mature Summary: “You’re sick.” Notes: This is a series/multi-chapter fic - Masterlist Here. Ulfr is a Frost Giant, more clearly so than Loki, and “played” by Lee Pace. This piece goes back an forth between Loki/Reader and Ulfr with each line designating a switch in focus. The whole thing in general is dark, this one’s mostly just angst with a bit of murdery violence…For consistency and length it gets a “Read More”.

Loki returns to his quarters satisfied. By tomorrow you will surely be gone and all will be right once more. Ulfr will be without your distractions and so will he. Free from your amusing boldness, foolishly soft looks, and that naive belief he’s good. Loki hasn’t been good a day in his life, he was born wrong. Born to be wicked, manipulative, cruel. Loki was born a monster, just as his second-in-command was, and no sweet smelling Midgardian with gentle eyes will change that..

That strange feeling of weakness you give him crawls back inside as he sleeps. Starting at the base of his skull, spreading down spine in a shiver, across face in an unsteadiness of lip and tearing of eyes. His dreams go from that of rule to ruin. Himself on high dragged into darkness, through pains unknown, as fire and ice scorch his skin. His dozing form fights, seizes, as the sensation takes over his body.

Ulfr did his research long ago - location, routes, codes, risks - it’s just the ability to pull it all off he’s been waiting on. He looks down at his sleeping body, then his own projection. It isn’t perfect with its slight transparency and wavering features, but with the pressure on from Loki he doesn’t have an option. It will fool a Midgardian well enough, he supposes. Calculating the time he has, the time it’ll take, Ulfr moves to act.

With long, sure, strides he makes his way to the section of the building-come-palace where the Hunters lived. Hunters: those sent in search of whatever their king’s whims decides, including men and women to be used as Loki wishes. Those like Jacob, who purchased you and whose wall Ulfr simply walks through now.

Two birds, one stone.

The god stares at your door numbly before shocked confusion blinks into him. How did he get here? What possibly drove him and how could he not recall the walk? Was this you? Did you draw him in? How?!

‘I know there’s a good king, a good man, in you Loki…’

How dare you unravel him with your stupid, foolish, words! He will not be controlled by some pathetic little Midgardian. He will not fold to something he can crush under his boot. That is not, cannot, be how this goes!

Loki is a good king because he is not a good man. Like Laufey, like Odin, like others...even the Mad Titan. He’s feared, followed obediently. No one dares betray him. Not even by those who might still be capable. Everyone’s loyalty is unwavering because they understand what will happen if they step out of line. What Loki, King of Midgard, will do to them.

You, with your weak Midgardian mind, simply don’t understand, can’t comprehend the danger as it stands before you. If you did you’d clearly not show any hope, any kindness towards him. Kings have no need for kindness; it’s better to be feared than loved. He needs to make things clearer for you, obviously you won’t understand until it’s made plain.

He looks at the man with a vague sort of hate, willing Jacob to wake until he does. Ulfr smiles faintly as the Midgardian stares dumbly. A finger to his lips, then a crook of two, and the Frost Giant has the mortal following him almost without thought.

Careful to offer Jacob first passage through doorways, to suggest to him the elevator code, Ulfr hides his astral projection as reality. Down halls, down floors, all the way down to the former heart of Stark Industries. As elevator dings open Ulfr leaves lingering instructions in Jacob’s mind before bringing himself back to his body.

Jacob steps out into the lab alone. The place is dark, littered with tools, bits of metal, and unfinished or destroyed projects. It’s awesome and awful both, realizing he’s in the workshop of the late Iron Man. He turns to ask what this is all about, but there’s nothing, no one, there. “The fuck?” He mutters, facilitating between shock and confusion.

There’s a faint blue glow in a room beyond the main area and it draws him forward. That’s where he’s supposed to go, what’s in there is what he’s to see. A great secret, an immense power, that calls to him as much as Ulfr’s memory pushes him.

He passes smashed screens and broken bits of robot, sketches and models, before reaching the glass-walled office. Inside is Tony’s dead heart - the arch reactor gone inert - and Loki’s false beating one in a glowing, blue, box. It brightens, lighting the room and beyond, as it seems to call Jacob like a moth to a flame.

That nightmare shiver comes back when Loki’s eyes land on the ring of bruises around your neck in the shape of his hands. It seems unduly harsh to him now; now that your mouth is still, your tears slipping out and down your face. Now that he sees you shiver, shake, whimper, and writhe in your sleep just as he does in his.

“P-P-Please...” you croak out under your breath. “Sssstop-p-p...” your voice breaks apart into a weep.

He thinks to wake you from the terror, to kill that pitiful expression, but then realizes waking to him will only make it worse. Even if a good king, he’s surely a terrible creature. Loki sighs, turns out to leave you be.

“NO!” You startle awake before senses catch up to body and you groan in pain. Breath shudders out as you spot the god come to get his due. You made him feel; he’s about to make you wish you can’t. Swallowing dried blood and decency in favor of wanting it over you cast gaze down. Once he has you to his satisfaction maybe you can return to sleep. Or die. Either way, it will surely be over quicker if you don’t fight anymore. You work shaky limbs to begin disrobing.

“No.” Loki’s voice vibrates insecurity through the silence as he turns back to you. Your eyes are wide with surprise, confusion. “Why do you think me a good man?”

This is why he crept into your room? You almost wished it was just to have his way with you so he could do it and leave. Muscles ache in your shift, head spins as you rest against the wall for support. “Because you go out of your way to prove you’re not.”

With long, swift, strides Ulfr heads directly to Stark’s former workshop with unwavering determination. He rides the elevator, humming, singing. “Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop...Oh, no...That's how Ruff Ryders roll...”

At the ding Ulfr continues on towards the back of the lab where The Tesseract is tucked safely away...or was. Now the office is unlocked, wide open, and the powerful weapon exposed to anyone who wishes to take it. Jacob wears a spare pair of Stark’s work-gloves in another foolish attempt to touch the cube. He doesn’t get the chance as, in five steps, Ulfr reaches him. The Frost Giant lifts him off the floor with a single hand, then slams him to the floor like a rag doll. The man kicks up, attempts to escape the burning-cold, but it’s no use. A flick of the wrist and Ulfr snaps necrotic neck like a toothpick before kicking body through the plate glass and into decommissioned Iron Suits at the other end of the lab.

Ulfr smirks at a plan setting perfectly into place. Those watching - The Chitauri, Thanos’ men, perhaps Thanos himself - will see exactly what he wants them to. The Tesseract left unprotected; their greatest desire, the thing Loki promised to keep safe while attempting to find more Stones for them, left in the open for any pathetic mortal to stumble upon and attempt to touch with their nasty, unworthy, hands.

Red eyes shine as they crawl back to The Tesseract. Ulfr only glimpsed it prior, watched as Loki tucked it away, but otherwise he had no interaction with it. Loki made sure to keep it out of his range; out of everyone’s range save his own. While the effort to figure out where it was hidden proved minimal, it took more to decipher Loki’s complex security codes. The greatest effort taken was in patience though...all that waiting and now here Ulfr stands before The Cube and its immense power.

It seems to call to him...

“I’ve considered having Ulfr rape you to death tomorrow, you know.” It’s almost said with pride; you roll your eyes with a sigh as he proves your point. “Did you hear me, Midgardian?”

“Yes.”

“Well? Don’t you have anything to...say?”

You shrug.

Loki’s frustration makes him scream. "You are the most foolish Midgardian I’ve met!”

“You took over an entire planet and you’re here trying to convince one ‘stupid, fucking, mortal whore” to be afraid of you?!” You shift, crawl towards him in rage-fueled adrenaline. “You rape, strangle, demean, one foolish Midgardian because she doesn’t see you how everyone else does?! How you want to be seen?!” Fighting through arguing body you get up on knees in front of him. “A real king, a real man, does what he thinks is best and fuck everyone else!”

“Fuck everyone else?!”

“Yeah. Fuck everyone else!”

“Fuck you!”

Whatever your right mind might’ve done, it isn’t what you do. You slap him. Hard. Hard enough a stinging bloom of pain bursts from your palm out. With nowhere else to go but onward you slap again, then shove. The effort throws you off balance, you fall forward.

Loki catches you only to pull you into a kiss that you fight with a replied one. A biting of his lips, his tongue, as you growl. Hands once shoving now pull in, dig nails into leather, before you push away with churning stomach. Breath tears from your throat, tears flow from eyes. “I hate you.”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes are a bewildered green; he’s not confused in his statement though, he’s apologizing.

“You’re sick.” You sit back on the bed, unable to remain kneeling. “Whatever’s here, doing it....you need to get rid of it.”

The first touch is tentative, filled with wariness of pain, alerting Loki or others. The second is more sure. On the third time Ulfr lifts it from its cradle to examine. It seems to look back at him through its heart, its eye, the Stone itself.

Pure power rushes through as he goes from human to deep blue Jotun. The Cube starts to blacken his skin as he works to keep himself cold enough to handle it; frost crawls across the floor, covers Tony’s arch reactor, shatters the glass room, screens, turns suits to icemen. Ulfr’s red eyes begin to blaze blue.

“Ah!” He drops it in favor of his blackened hand as it splits at the palm. He examines the wound, works fingers from his other hand across to heal himself. A scarred line remains, disrupting the roots and vines of his markings. Feeling the power coursing through his veins he concentrates, tries again, and his hand heals completely, returns to blue.

Out of the corner of his eye The Tesseract pulsates and almost in a panic Ulfr returns it to its cradle. He immediately wants it back in his hands, wants more of the power it holds coursing through him, but he holds back. He’s already pressed farther than he should. Nevertheless, Ulfr can’t look away as the thinks to try something. He closes his eyes in focus, thinks of the spot in detail, and...

A rush of air and Ulfr opens his eyes back in his room at Stark Towers. He grins wide, amazed and thrilled both. He warms himself, the room, until everything is as it would be for any other person on this planet. Everything except his eyes...they burn blue, glow just as the scepter in Loki’s room and The Tesseract in the lab.

Loki’s look to you is sad, longing. “I can’t.” You hear his utter defeat as tears fall from jade and jaded eyes.

“Loki...” You start another approach before the god’s eyes blast sapphire and Loki himself seems to hold his breath. “Loki?”

“No!” It’s more a beg than an order and you want to ask, but....

He’s gone.

Okay, so lemme unpack this a bit. I think Loki’s sorta caught between the good, sweet, side of himself and who/what Thanos, the two stones he’s in possession of, and his own experiences (especially in the abyss), made him. That the reader might see his softer side, the side often buried even to himself, is a connection he is both terrified of and wants desperately. And, for this story, I have a headcanon that any infinity stone can both draw in and affect a person personality-wise with its power - especially if said person is power-hungry. ...And, no, I’m not going tell you what’s happened to Ulfr or Loki at the end, that ruins the cliffhanger, LOL! 😉

(Gif made by me via two gifs I found on Google; Ulfr’s singing DMX’s 1998 Ruff Ryder's Anthem.)

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