#They were a bit stressed out over Odin using one of their sons to kill the other then pulling this bullshit stunt with the snake

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

@coolmariadotcom Why did you hide this in your tags?

#now that u say it isnt loki supposed to be smart n come up with new inventions#why didnt he solve this dilemma/took ages to get free and or solve#we all know the reasons#Loi has a braincell and so does Sigyn but when they are together both braincells get scared and hide

but like why does it have to be Sigyn holding the bowl why does she have to suffer

can't she just prop the bowl on Loki's face or give the snake a bib

[echoghost1]

EchoGhost's Phic Phight 2021 Master Post

And in case you missed any, or just like seeing the whole gang together, here is every single fic I wrote for my first ever Phic Phight!

1) Perseverance

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Summary: While Maddie is helping Danny with his homework a notification from his phone becomes a major distraction.

Prompt: PR134 - Danny is sitting quietly next to someone. Maybe he's doing homework with his friends, maybe Jazz is driving him somewhere, maybe he's working on a group project with someone, maybe he's doing something else entirely. He suddenly starts *freaking* the heck out - Perseverance has just landed on Mars, and he just found out about it. How is his reaction perceived by whoever he's with?

2) The Reason You Wail

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Summary: An odd feeling he can't quite explain is haunting Danny. He wants it to stop but he knows it won't, he just knows now.

Prompt: PR054 - As Danny gets older, he doesn't just predict the appearance of ghosts. He starts predicting when someone's going to die.

3) Forget Your Life Story

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Summary: Danny woke up with no memory. He didn’t even know his own name. The doctor told him it would come back and his parents were there to help him. He trusts them, even if he doesn't recognize them. Even if some things didn’t quite line up.

Prompt: PR002 - Danny woke up from being in a month long coma with no memory of how he got there or anything about his past. Thankfully, the doctors said that his memory would return eventually, and he had his loved ones nearby to tell him who he was and his life story. However, as his memory slowly returns, there's huge, distinct differences between what he's been told and the things he's remembering.

4) Recreational Botany

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Summary: It wasn't her fault. She was merely curious, had only wanted to help. She didn't mean for this to happen. She just hoped it would wear off soon. (TW: Drug use - Weed)

Prompt: PR228 - Ghost weed.

5) Fool’s Errand (Ghost Prince AU)

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Summary: It had been hours since Danny flew off to fight Pariah Dark and Vlad took it upon himself to see what was taking the boy so long.

Prompt: PR065 - After their fight, Pariah Dark decides Danny has all the qualities he wants in an heir and forcibly adopts him. (Danny can either lose the fight to put him back in the Sarcophagus, or Pariah can get out again later.)

6) You Walked Right Into This

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Summary: Sometimes walking is more than just walking. (TW: Child Abuse)

Prompt: PR142 - Jack and Maddie seriously injure Danny Fenton, resulting in him being at their mercy and revealing he’s not exactly human. Now the parents have to decide wether to help him... or finish what they started. TW for serious injury and probably gore and angst.

7) What You Fear The Most (Scary Ghost Form AU)

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Summary: What if his ghost form was less human-looking? What if he looked every bit the monster his parents had always told him ghosts were?

Prompt: PR035 - Monstrous: AU where Danny's ghost form is monstrous and grotesque. On one hand, he doesn't have to worry about anyone recognizing him; on the other, it might be even harder to convince people that he's a good guy

8) Parallels

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Summary: It's amazing the things you learn on a field trip.

Prompt: PR047 - Wacky reveals (ex: Danny drying up too quickly bc intangibility, Danny's drink stays cool way too long, people's electronic devices are always more charged when they've been near Danny, etc)

9) Cast Into Obsidian (Blind AU)

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Summary: The accident sent Danny to the hospital due to the damage to his eyes.

Prompt 01: PR092 - Write a more traditional ghost story. How would things change if ghost powers weren’t super powers, but closer to old horror movie tropes?

Prompt 02: PR259 - The Accident didn’t turn Danny into a half ghost, but instead allowed him to see, hear, and physically interact with the very real ghosts that are now pouring through the portal (Alternative: Danny’s always been clairvoyant, but after the accident he finally sees all of the ghosts he’d grown up talking to)

10) Where The Lines Overlap (Parallels part 2)

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Summary: Maddie wants to know what her son has been keeping from her and today he finally decides to tell her. (TW: Outsider POV of PTSD flashbacks)

Prompt: PR091 - When he told his parents the truth, Danny had only ever bothered thinking about the stress of potential dissection. With that out of the way, and his secret fully accepted, he realised that there were a lot of unexpected things to adjust to... Write about something funny or awkward as the Fentons learn to live with a half ghost son!

11) Quoth the Librarian, “But I’m Alone?”

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Summary: Eleanor loved her job at the school library. She always made sure to come in early to make sure everything was just right before the students came. Today something beat her there.

Prompt: PR234 - Suddenly, there was a knock at the door...

12) The Baldr to My Odin (Ghost Prince AU part 2)

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Summary: Pariah has recently acquired a son and wants to get to know him better.

Prompt: PR121 - Pariah Dark wakes up from his slumber and tries to live a peaceful existence in his castle practicing his swordsmanship and rebuilding his castle with all modern luxuries. But ghost from the ghost zone keep trying to challenge him to become king.

13) Tagged

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Summary: Dr. Flora Santos and her partner Dr. Carlos Rodriguez have lucked out as they have finally caught their most elusive subject.

Prompt: PR090 - Something physical happens to Danny’s body that makes it impossible to keep his secret identity, well, secret.

14) The Paleontologist and The Princess (Dino boy AU)

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Summary: Danny had one true passion; Paleontology. So can anyone really blame him for getting excited when he thinks he comes face to face with a dinosaur? Even if it isn't a dinosaur after all.

Prompt: PR139 - "Actually, Dad? I wanted to be a paleontologist."

15) Lost In Transmission

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Summary: There's a Ghost Expo happening at Casper High and Danny thinks it'll be fun to see all the incorrect ways people try to find ghosts. He learns the hard way that just because is old, doesn't mean it doesn't work.

Prompt: PRO58 - Casper high is holding a supernatural expo. Supposed paranormal experts are gathered in their gym to show off their expertise. Thinking it'll be a flop, since most employ methods that aren't modern, Danny and his friends go for fun. Only, it turns out that traditional ghost hunting techniques are more efficient than they seem.

16) Dark Familiarity (Role Swap AU)

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Summary: Danny has been hunting ghosts for a while now. He has been ever since they ruined his life and a mysterious package arrived with everything he needed to exact his revenge. (TW: Character Death)

Prompt: PR095 - Danny and Valerie role swap (but not personality swap!!). How does Valerie fair as a ghost? How does Danny do as a ghost hunter (and what motivates him to do it in the first place?) [Shipping them is fine, but gen fics are preferred!]

17) I’ve Felt It Too

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Summary: Ember's having a bad day and Danny tries to help.

Prompt: PR079 - Phantom looked at Ember. Her eyes filled with tears. She gnashed her teeth and screamed. "You don't know what it's like."

And Phantom, with a heavy sigh whispered. "Yeah, I do..."

18) Repair All Of The Damage (Undead Danny AU)

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Summary: After the tragic loss of her son, Maddie vows to bring him back. No matter what. (TW: Death of a child)

Prompt: PR088 - tw; death of a child?

The Fentons had their daughter sure but they always wanted a son. due to an accident or complication with their son, Danny, died. They decide to put their ghostly knowledge to use and try to summon the spirit of their son back to them. They are ghost scientists. they know how to contain them after all. How much time that has passed between the death and the 'summoning' is up to you!

19) Out Of This World (And Into The Next)

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Summary: What if when Danny first fought the Lunch Lady ghost she actually noticed how young he was. What if she didn't know he was more than just another ghost? What if when she commented on how underweight he was, she decided to help him?

Prompt 01: PR113 - Danny has an existential crisis because he’s dead

Prompt 02: PR242 - somehow, he's gotten younger

20) Spirit Versus Spunk

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Summary: Mr. Lancer isn't sure how he's supposed to be reacting to what he's seeing, but seeing as he's the adult here, he better make up his mind.

Prompt: PR019 - Danny and Wes Weston fight over a harmless ghost. This happens during a ghost attack.

21) The Group Project From Hell

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Summary: Danny and Tucker get stuck working with someone that they really don’t want to

Prompt: Everyone hates group projects, and that’s even if you like your group members. Tucker, Danny, and Elliot/Gregor all get teamed up for a group project, and Tucker and Danny need to refrain from killing him.

And as an added bonus I did make a Spotify playlist for this too! There's a song for each fic that I felt best fit the vibe of each story.

[theowlandthekey]

Embracing Hel

Embracing Hel

Three roots standon three ways under Yggdrasil’s ash: Hel under one abides, under the second the Hrimthursar, under the third mankind. -Poetic Edda, Grímnismál, Stanza 31

Who is Hel? In the vastness of Norse mythology, she is rarely given much due. She does not go on adventures for glory and fame as many of the other gods do. She does not seem to bother overmuch about the future of the world like Odin, nor does she stir up trouble like her father, Loki. She’s content in her dominion of the death, Niflheim, and seems well placed out of the troubles of men and gods. So much so that it often feels she is neglected when compared to the rest of the pantheon.

Hel is featured as a character only once in the Prose Edda, when the god Hermoor rides to Hel on behalf of Frigg and offers her a ransom for the return of the god Baldr. Hel agrees, stating: “If all things in the world, alive or dead, weep for him, then he will be allowed to return to the Æsir. If anyone speaks against him or refuses to cry, then he will remain with Hel.” Baldr was well loved and so it was thought this would be easy to accomplish. But when the jotunn Þökk refuses to weep, Baldr is consigned to remain in Niflheim in service of Hel.

In nearly all other mythos, Hel is mentioned only in passing, referenced rather than focused on. Every other god gets a myth where they are the protagonist of their own story. So why is Hel overlooked? Because of the fear she inspires at the prospect of a life lived without note or valor? Because her appearance was considered so repulsive that, while acknowledged as a goddess, she was put as far away from Asgard as physically possible so as to avoid offending the others with the sight of her?

As much as I love Norse paganism and link myself to it, I find plenty of people who speak with Odin and Frigg, Loki and Thor. Never once have I met someone who says with a smile that they speak to Hel. That’s fair. How many people do you know talk to Hades or Osiris or Mictlantecuhtli on a regular basis, even among the gothiest of pagans? Why even bring this up at all? Last December (2019), I was doing a Krampus Walk with a bunch of women from the International Wenches Guild. (That’s a whole other story.) At the end of the walk we gathered up in a local alternative religion shop to warm up and grab a few things for the pre-Yule rush. Up on the shelf, something naughty my attention. It was something I'd never seen before in all my years of goblin-like hoarding of witchy stuff. A statue of Hel looked back at me, sitting on a throne with a knife in one hand and a bowl in the other. By her side was a wolf, and her skull seemed to be grinning at me with interest. I went back to that statue three times, telling myself I didn't have the money to be spending on things right now. But when I picked her up to examine her, I knew I wasn't walking out of the store without this statue. I brought her home, placed her on my altar, put a few coins in her bowl, and there she stayed.

And then Covid-19 hit.

I've never been one to rely on religion in times of trouble. It's never done much for me one way or the other. I've long held the belief that witchcraft involves handling your own shit before calling on anything else to help out. But this? This is one of those things that is well beyond the control of most humans to handle alone. It's emotionally exhausting, mentally taxing, and physically dangerous. We're all doing the best we can, wearing masks, sanitizing, washing, distancing, doing all we can to prevent things getting worse despite the best efforts of the world to remind us that we are inevitably only human and the risks are infinite. It's humbling to say the least. So, it's in this time of stress and disorientation that I find myself drawn to Hel.

Family Ties

“The following night the goddess of death appeared to him in a dream standing at his side, and declared that in three days’ time she would clasp him in her arms. It was no idle vision, for after three days the acute pain of his injury brought his end.”

-Gesta Danorum, Saxo Grammaticus (12th century)

Hel's name means 'to hide/to conceal', giving it a cruel humor. She was, after all, respectfully banished from Asgard due to her physical appearance, or perhaps because Odin foresaw her part in future events. She is described as being half blue and half flesh colored, though the depiction has altered over the years to mean half flesh and half corpse. Hel is said to be gloomy, dour, and even fierce looking, which suggests a woman with little time for nonsense within her realm. Despite all this, she is said to have a vast hall called Éljúðnir and many servants as befits her station. Everything that surrounds her seems to speak to the fears of the people who believed in her. She has a bowl called 'Hunger,' a knife called 'Famine,' curtains called 'Misfortune,' and a bed named 'Disease'.

On the plus side, she does have a dog named Garmr, said to be the 'goodest of boys'.

The best of trees | must Yggdrasil be, Skíðblaðnir best of boats; Of all the gods | is Óðinn the greatest, And Sleipnir the best of steeds; Bifröst of bridges, | Bragi of skalds, Hábrók of hawks, | and Garm of hounds.

-Poetic Edda, Grímnismál

Her father, Loki, is well known for his mischief and chaos. But her mother, Angrboda, remains largely overlooked beyond being acknowledged as the mother of Loki's three 'darling' offpsring. Angrboda, being a jotunn, is not well looked upon as the Aesir seemed to find themselves constantly at odds with the jötnar. The Aesir and the Vanir form the two principal tribes of gods within the Norse pantheon, the forces which held the world together and brought forth order in which life could thrive. While the Jotunn were more elemental, primordial beings who were born from chaos and presented challenges to the structured order of the world.

It's important to note that Hel is not the only goddess who fits within the overlap of Norse mythos complex Venn diagram between the Aesir, Vanir, and Jotunn. Loki himself is Jotunn as is Skaði, while Freyr and Frejya are Vanir. However, Hel's connection to Angrboda as her mother and Loki as her father seem to be enough to condemn her in the eyes of the ruling Aesir, as well as make her a subject of fearful respect.

Her brother, Jormungandr, is the infamous Midgard Serpent. The middle child of the brood, Jormungandr was tossed from Asgard by Odinn into the ocean where he was said to grow so large he encircled the earth and bit his own tail. If you're familiar with gnosticism (or Full Metal Alchemist) you would recognize the ouroboros symbolism inherent in the mythos as connecting Jormungandr to the cycle of life, death and rebirth, another primordial concept. At Ragnarok, the serpent will be said to release its own tail and fight Thor, both of them doomed from inception. Thus, the old world will end, and a new cycle will begin.

Fenrir, Hel's younger brother, is likewise doom driven, foretold to devour Odinn at the end of the world only to be killed in turn by Odinn's son Víðarr. The theme of the bound monster, I believe, is connected to the concept of man trying and failing to forestall his own fate. Another primordial concept of change as an inevitability.

And yet there is Hel. Out of all her family she seems to stand alone as the most consistent of her bloodline. The black sheep in a family of black sheep. No sagas recounting her heroic adventures, no epics building to the rise and fall of greatness. Only a goddess fulfilling her function to take in those who died of sickness or old age. It is not known for certain whether she survives or dies during the events of Ragnarok, only that Loki will have 'all Hel's people with him' during the final confrontation.

Symbolism

Throughout my research into Hel's mythos, it's clear she was viewed with begrudging respect by her own people. As a goddess, one couldn't afford to be less than deferential when dealing with her (assuming of course that they dealt with her at all). But how they felt about her can be discerned from the associations given to her through her items and surroundings. I began to collect a series of symbols associated with her. Each one tells us something about how she was perceived among the Norse people, and gives us some interesting modern-day interpretations when applied.

50/50 – In all the descriptions of Hel, she is said to be half flesh and half either discolored or corpse-like. Like most cthonic deities, she has a liminal quality to her, being representative of a transitional state of being. Balancing neatly between life and death, Hel is a crossroads deity, guarding over the boundary lines (though not traditionally associated as such). She has the ability to release those sheltered under her threshold, although she demands a price as is her right. This also puts her squarely in the category of a liminal being, one whose mere existence challenges the social classifications of the time. Liminal beings are often described as both immensely powerful and dangerous, depending upon the situation and perception of society. They are undeniably eerie, and yet inspire awe for the way in which they transcend limitations of the self.

Hel's Hall – Éljúðnir is the hall of Hel, located within Niflheim and aptly named as her realm is said to be barren and cold. It's said to be a mansion, and it would have to be considering that she is responsible for sheltering everyone who didn't die gloriously in battle. Her hall then becomes a symbol of her status, a recognition of her as a goddess with her own realm and duties. With hospitality being such an important social factor to the Norse people, I find myself hard pressed to believe Hel is needlessly cruel to her guests. Like any mead hall, it is a center for social activity as well as her residence, if a somewhat foreboding one.

Hunger, Famine, Misfortune, Disease – It seems Hel is often deemed responsible for all of the troubles that plague humanity. A rather dire proposition, but isn't it better for someone to oversee these things rather than letting them run amok? Given her connection to the primordial forces of chaos, it seems fitting that Hel, the stable one in her family, is relied upon to control the disorder that society faces from time to time. The objects deemed as a part of her entourage are significant to her personality. Even in the modern times, these troubles are never far from humanity’s mind, with much of the world facing them on a daily basis. *A bowl (Hunger) is often symbolic of receptiveness, or of fertility, neither of which seem to fit Hel herself. For many the bowl represents a scrying tool, portending to the future. It's not unusual for cthonic deities to be connected to omens and portends. So, it may well be that the 'Hunger' her bowl represents has less to do with wanting food and more to do with our hunger to know our own fates. An empty bowl representing the unknown fate of humanity as a whole may present as a bit nihilistic, but it does seem to fit. *The knife (Famine) as a tool which represents the ability to defend or attack. A knife can help fix a meal or it can protect a family. In this case, 'Famine' represents not only the absence of plenty, but the seeming inability to provide for one another, thus weakening everyone as a result. Famine is not just about food, it's about the failure to provide. For a society that was heavily reliant upon all of its people to survive day to day, this would have been a terrifying concept.

*The curtains (Misfortune) are used to draw over the windows and shut out the light. This is what 'Misfortune' does. It clouds reason and empathy and makes it difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Curtains can also be symbolic of one’s desire to hide from the world, to shelter themselves or to keep others from finding out something they find shameful. It may feel safe, as if we are only protecting ourselves. But Hel's curtains are, I believe, named Misfortune for the sake of choosing whether or not we draw them closed or open them up.

*The bed (Disease) is often used as a symbol of intimacy or rest. A bed named Disease could also easily be a colorful metaphor for STIs, though in this case I believe it was meant to represent the fear of dying in ones bed of old age or disease, thus missing out on Valhalla. For Hel to have a bed named Disease suggests an unexpected nurturing aspect to the goddess, as the sickbed is often where we find ourselves the recipient of the most care from others.

In this way, I believe Hel's tools exist as a reminder to society that these things will always exist, and that in order to combat them, people must constantly struggle against them to better survive together.

Garmr – Another in the long list of ferocious subterranean hounds associated with cthonic deities, Garmr was said to be her guard dog, standing bloodstained by her side. He is her faithful protector, as well as the guardian to the underworld. The hound is often a symbol of loyalty and ferocity, but in this aspect I believe it relates more to the black dog associations with death and ill omens. Again, I've yet to see anything relating to Hel being a seeress or an oracle of any sort, but there always seems to be some connection between death gods and omens of the future.

Hel in Practice

Change is uncomfortable. Humans have always preferred stability, even if it's inequitable, because we'd rather function in practice than succeed in theory. Hel is a paragon of balance within chaos, affording the opportunity to change and progress through the inherent suffering of life as it is. And yes, I'm aware of how nihilistic that comes off. But here within the instability of our current world, I find a kind of comfort in that rational. Change is eternal. Tomorrow is an unknown. Control what you can and stay by the people you care about. Keep moving. You are not dead yet.

Rune: Hagalaz “Hail”

- The rune of Hagalaz is practically unanimous with misery. Which makes it's appearance less than desirable during a reading or when found in the day to day. That being said, some degree of unfortunate occurrence is unavoidable in life. It is unalterable. However I find it's distinction kind of like finding a crack in a dam. You now know there is a problem. Maybe you can't 'fix' the problem, but you can stem the damage and keep the outcome from being worse than it absolutely has to be. Hagalaz is about weathering the storm and coming out the other side of it knowing the work that must be done.

Realm: Niflheim

- Niflheim is one of the nine realms of Norse Mythology. A world of coldness, fog, and the primordial darkness. Ymir was born here. Hvergelmir, the source from which many rivers flow, begins here. Níðhöggr the dragon/serpent dwells here, gnawing at the roots of the World tree Yggdrasil. So it would seem Niflheim is a a place of beginnings, endings, and ultimately change. According to the mythology this is where those who died too old, too young, or on the sickbed end up. And yet for all it's forbidding geography and weather, Hel is said to be put in charge of caring for those who arrive. Hall: Éljúðnir

- If Hel is meant to care for those who did not die in the glory of battle. Many times we see this as crowds of dead souls wandering endlessly in the freezing mists. But when I think of Hel's hall of Éljúðnir, I think of a place which is a respite from the cold. It is said to be sprayed with snowstorms, meaning that it stands against the raging storms of the realm, providing shelter to those who dwell within. What if her hall stands alongside Valhalla and Fólkvangr? What if she is the world-weary and cunning inn-keeper who offers bread and mead to those brave enough to find their way to her doors?

Appearance: Dour and fierce looking in expression. Half flesh and half dead.

Tools:  knife (Famine) bowl (hunger) curtains (Misfortune) bed (Disease)

Color: black white grey/silver blue dark purple

Animals: wolves/hounds serpents ravens worms

Plants: yew/ash wormwood rosemary mistletoe mustard seed blackthorn

Offerings: tobacco garlic figs mushrooms rye bread black cherries dark chocolate mead coffee, black espresso

[lokiandbuckyaremine]

The One I Left Behind

Prompt: Can I request 1 on the prompt list for Loki and the plot involving reader having not told Loki that he had a son/daughter so when they meet up a few years after having broken up he is shocked to see he has a child he never knew about and wants to connect with

1. I should have told you a long time ago...

Summary: After having a stressful relationship with Loki, the two of you decide to call it off. You both love each other very much, but the stress of him traveling between worlds and never seeing one another has caused you both to fight all the time. When you move out, you’re not the only one that ends up leaving him behind....

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Pretty angsty between the reader and Loki, some swearing, stress/anxiety between both, but VERY fluffy in the end.

Another night alone. Wide awake in your Asgardian bed, you start to wonder if he ever missed you as much as you did him. Every day it was the same routine: get up, see if Heimdall had any messages for you from Loki, spend the entire day alone (longing to hear his velvet voice), and go to bed. It was as if Loki made his missions more important than you, but you were wrong, right?

You had fallen in love with Loki when he stumbled to Midgard with his brother, when they were in search of Odin’s location. Knowing of his episode in New York, you couldn’t help but feel that deep down Loki was just a broken person that needed to be loved. And that’s just what you did to him. A few dates here and many nights together, you fell madly in love with the god and soon enough you left your life on Midgard. He made you his world and did everything in his power to make you feel loved, welcomed, and appreciated. But ever since his father’s death, nearly losing his brother, and turmoil in Asgard, Loki changed his focus to killing everyone that was a threat so he could protect his realm. 

Staring up at the ceiling, you couldn’t help but begin to miss your life on Earth. The friends you left behind, the family you never said goodbye to, and the life that you were beginning to per-fect. BUT you fell in love the most amazing man ever...how could you leave that behind? Thoughts were driving you crazy and kept you from falling into your slumber. You thought back to the first night you spent at Asgard, and also couldn’t fall asleep. Loki pulled you close in his arms and massaged you head, while humming a tune his mom used to hum when he was a boy. He held you, like you were his most prized possession. Oh how you missed his touch and comfort.

The stirring thoughts in your head were interrupted by a creak in your bedroom. “Loki? Is that you?” Seeing nothing but darkness in your shared room, you sat up, squinting to see if there was someone in the room. “Yes, I am here, my love.” His soft, velvet voice filled the room and you couldn’t help but get butterflies in your stomach. Smiling softly, you sank back into the bed and pulled the covers over your body. After a few moments, the other side of the bed became occupied with the man you deeply loved but couldn’t help but feel estranged from. He sighed and tugged at the covers that were on your body. “Come here, love. I’ve missed you.” A small tear streamed down your cheek and you tried to hold back a sniffle. When Loki heard your soft sniff, he sat up quickly. “Y/N, what’s wrong, baby?” 

You rolled over and ignored his question, fearing what might come out of your mouth. He turned on his lamp, and sat up in bed rubbing your shoulder lightly. “Y/N, my princess, you have to tell me what’s going on. C’mon, I’ve had a long day and ---” You sat up quickly and turned your body in anger. “It’s always about YOU! Everything lately has been about YOU! Every day I have waited for a message, something from the man I love. I have spent countless days alone in this palace AND in this bed. I haven’t slept, I haven’t eaten, I haven’t felt good in the mornings or during the day, my migraines have been kicking up again, should I continue?” With your harsh tone, Loki furrowed his eyebrows in slight hurt and bowed his head. “Loki, I don’t even know who you are anymore. You come into our room expecting me to cuddle and make love with you, but you have not ONCE reached out or asked if I have been ok all by myself. Look, I know you want to help your brother and protect Asgard, but you can’t keep dragging me along through this question of if I mean something to you or not?”

His head snapped to your attention. “What do you mean you don’t mean something to me? I have given you EVERYTHING here. A nice room, nice clothes, fine dining, and a better life than the shitty one you and your mortal friends were living on Midgard!!!” He spat at you with every word, and this only fueled your anger. “Well excuse me for wanting my boyfriend more than material shit. If you’re not in the spotlight, you don’t give a DAMN about ANYONE! I am sick of the emotional manipulation, and going to bed every night wondering if my boyfriend is safe or even in this fucking realm. You can keep your precious room and clothes, God of Mischief, consider me one less thing you have to worry about.”

Grabbing the few things you had on your nightstand, you rushed out of the room in immense hurt and anger. Pacing down the hallway, you closed your eyes quickly, blinking back the burning tears. You knew Loki was following you, but at the moment you could care less. An immense pain in your lower stomach began to form, and you ignored it thinking it was just from the stress of the fight. “Y/N!! Wait! Don’t go!” Brushing back his pleas, you reached the Bifrost. Seeing Heimdall’s worried face only made you cry more. “What is wrong, my dear one?” Sobbing and brushing away your messy hair, you pleaded “Just take me home, please. I can’t be here anymore. I’ll write or call or something, just please take me to Midgard.” 

He nodded sadly, “As you wish, y/n.” Turning his sword, you were taken away by the glowing light and soon enough you landed on the vacant street you had left 2 years ago. Leaving Loki behind seemed like a nightmare, but you had to convince yourself that this was the real him. Clutching your stomach in pain again, you stumbled to your house and breathed in the abandoned scent of your kitchen. It felt good to be home, despite how hurt you were. As you tried to gather the events that happened all too quickly, you couldn’t ignore the pain and cramps you were feeling anymore, so you checked your phone to see what date it was. 3 weeks late... You ran your fingers through your hair and slid down on the floor. ‘Oh shit...’, was all you could think at the moment. You were going to be a mama...

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5 years later....

“Dalton, honey! You left your coloring book on the floor again!” You called out to your son, who was busy in his room making Lego statues. “Coming, mommy!” Your gorgeous lil boy came running down the hallway, and gathered his things. You walked over to him and crossed your arms. “Baby, what did I tell you about leaving that on the floor? It could get ruined.” Dalton rocked back and forth on his feet in shame, and looked down at the floor. “I’m sowwy, mommy. No more.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his boyish charm, and scooped him up in your arms. Blowing kisses on his stomach, he fell into a giggling mess. “Apology accepted, now go get cleaned up for dinner. It’s Mac and Cheese night!” He squealed as you put him down and effortlessly ran to the bathroom.

He sure reminded you of Loki. Dalton might’ve had your hair and charm, but he had Loki’s eyes, smile, and his mischievous ways. It pained you to think that your son would grow up without his father. Part of you still missed that handsome and sexy man, but the other part couldn’t get over the immense hurt he caused you. Picking up your phone to see if you had any missed messages, you noticed one lone text from a number that you didn’t recognize. 

“Meet me outside at the strike of 7. You know where I’ll be.”

Loki. How did he get your number? Did he know? Why was he here? Your heart started racing and your palms became sweaty and shaky, much like the anxiety attacks you felt all those years ago. You looked at your phone...6:58. You had two minutes. Dalton came running down the hallway and stopped in front of you. “Mommy, why are you crying?” Noticing your worried state, you brushed away the tears and faked a smile. “I’m ok, baby. Why don’t you go clean up your Legos so you can watch a show before bed? Mommy needs to step outside for a minute.” 

He shrugged and trotted off to his room. Trying to compose yourself, you smoothed your shirt and took a quick glance of yourself in the living room mirror. Good enough, it wasn’t like you were trying to impress. Opening the front door you stepped outside tentatively. “You’re late.” You jumped at the sound of the voice and noticed Loki sitting in his favorite chair on your front deck. “And you’re early. I still have one minute.” He smirked and got up. Damn did he look good. His hair was a bit longer, and he was dressed in and all black number. HIs muscles were tightly bound to his shirt and caused you to slightly gawk at the sight. “It’s good to see you, y/n.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Wish I could say the same. Are you really here or is this one of your illusions?” 

His mouth curved in his signature smile and he walked over to you, reaching his hands out to you. “I’m here, love.” A few moments passed and all you could do was stare at one another. It’s been 5 years since your blowout, and neither of you knew where to begin. You looked away from him, staring into the street with teary eyes. “How did you find me?” He relaxed and motioned for you both to sit down on the swing. “I haven’t kept my eye off of you since you left. Well, Heimdall and I haven’t. When I went to go check up on you a few years back, he told me that you were ok but weren’t alone. Thinking it was another man or something, I got jealous and didn’t bother to check on you because I couldn’t deal with the great loss I was experiencing. But Heimdall corrected me, when he said....I had a son.” He shifted uncomfortably.

You looked over to him and could see the true hurt in his eyes. You never saw this side of Loki, and began to wonder if the years apart really did change him. You chewed on your lip and looked into your lap. Noticing your lack of response, he sighed. “What’s his name?” You smiled softly. “Dalton. And he IS my whole world, Loki. Nothing else.” His face drained and he began to tear up himself. “Why didn’t you tell me, love? You know that no matter what we were going through, I still loved you and would want to be there for my son.” You chuckled sarcastically and looked over to him. “How could I have told you, when you couldn’t even make time for me? You were not ready to be a father, let alone my husband. I wanted to protect him from the pain YOU caused me. I couldn’t stand the fact of my son having a temporary father.”

He nodded. Deep down Loki knew you were right, and he wanted to make things right. This was his chance. “Does he even know about me? Not that I would expect him to, knowing the pain I caused you.” You looked back into the house, and nodded. “He knows OF you, but I told him the truth: You left me.” Thinking Loki would snap back at you for this, you began to cry softly. Instead he reached over and grabbed your hand. “Y/N, love, please listen to me. I messed up, badly. You were right. There was just so much going on in Asgard and the realms that I saw it as my opportunity to play hero and boost myself. Knowing my past, you should know that proving myself has always been my top goal. But not to the extent of losing my MOST amazing gift in the process, and THAT is where I messed up. The day you left, I was an absolute wreck. I spent close to a year in my room driving myself mad thinking of you living your life here on Midgard, forgetting about the amazing romance we shared.” He paused and squeezed your hand. “Y/N, I’m not asking you to forgive the way I treated you, which was wrong. But I AM asking you to give me a chance to be a better boyfriend and father. I love you both so much and I want to make it right.”

Tears were pouring down your face. You couldn’t help but feel happy that he was coming around and was back to the Loki that you fell in love with. Smiling up at him, you scooched closer to cup his face. “I should have told you a long time ago, but I was just so hurt with the way you treated me. We could’ve made it right together. Loki, I love you SO much and I want you to be Dalton’s father. Of course I want you back, you never left my heart.” 

Loki grinned wide and closed the gap with a kiss. His lips felt soft against yours, and the way he licked your bottom lip made your stomach flip. You opened your mouth slightly to let his tongue enter as it got tangled with yours. Oh how you missed kisses like this. Pulling apart breathlessly, you both stared into each other. “Y/N, the love of my life, will you do the great honor in being Mrs. Laufeyson and staying with me for life?” You smirked and cupped his face. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Things finally felt right. Dalton would grow up with his father and you had your handsome Asgardian back. You might’ve been the one that he left behind, but you are certainly the one who he is never EVER going to leave again.

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[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Dawn (2)

Loki x fem!Reader

ONE/TWO/THREE SHOT

Warnings: mention of past trauma and fluff.

Summary: A truce to end all wars leads to an alliance between Earth and Asgard in the form of Loki marrying a mortal. None of them what this. None except fate.

Word Count: sleep is nice. Water is super nice. music is dope nice. weather is siren-like nice. not being able to meet my dogs? not nice.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"Is it really necessary to do this? All of this?"

"It's a custom created by the Allfather, your grace," answers the handmaiden that helps you into the soft gold of a dress that seems to be way too over the top for something as simple as breakfast.

"Your Allfather needs to get laid," you whisper loud enough for her to hear and turn red.

"I beg your pardon, your grace?"

You whine as you watch yourself in the gigantic mirror in the bathroom. "Nothing. Come on, let's go."

She picks up your clothes from last night and the bags that have your belongings from the earth. "Where are you going with those?"

She turns around and bows a little. "To clean them all up, your grace. The Prince said that they might have been sullied with the party they arrived."

"Loki?"

"No, your grace. Prince Thor."

"...okay? Anyway, where do you guys have lunch?"

"In the kitchen, your grace."

"Cool. I'll join you guys there."

"B-but your grace!"

"You don't have to end every sentence with your grace, Sybll. Okay?"

"...y-yes, your-"

"What?"

"...yes."

"Okay. See you later, Sybll."

You shut the door behind you, leaving the poor young handmaiden's heart pumping as she tries to make sense of what has happened.

"See you...your grace," she whispers in the empty room.

.

"Oh, no, thank you, dear," you blurt, bringing your hand up to avoid the servant from serving an entire lobster- at least that's what it looks like- to you, "no...no meat for me, please."

Odin seems to be taken aback a little by that request. And a smile is the only thing you can conjure up.

Where. The fuck. Is everyone else?

The large table feels a tad much for the two of you. Not mention the nausea you are feeling from overthinking about Odin's internal judgements about you.

"Is everything all right, Y/N?" Odin finally asks, the half-eaten berry resting in between his fingers and thumb.

"Yes, sir, I mean, your majesty," you stutter, feeling yourself punching in the gut for screwing the first words coming out of you in front of him.

"Do you not like to eat meat, then?"

No father-in-law, it's just that all meat comes out as vomit when I am nervous.

"I...have a sensitive stomach."

"Huh," is all he bothers to state before going back to his berry.

So all you have on your plate now is leaves and fruits sitting as the subject for an art session. 

"The gardens of the palace are beautiful, s-your majesty," you mention, remembering the flowers in full bloom you saw this morning.

"Ah, yes," he exclaims with a delight, "Frigga used to take great care of them. It is all of her hard work that blooms in those soils. Like it does in my sons."

You nod, taking a piece of watermelon and filling your mouth with it. "Mmhmm."

"You must think of me as some foolish old bastard for my way of doing things, like...like joining two worlds in a peace treaty through marriage, don't you, young lady?"

All you can do is gulp down the melon sitting unchewed in your mouth as you look at him with a blank expression.

"For an inexperienced mind like yours does not understand how crucial it is to stand united in the face of adversity."

You nod with your mouth full. "You're right. I don't. So, if you don't mind me asking, what was Frigga like?"

The lines on Odin's forehead change and he is back in time to some fond memory while he moves his food around his fingers. "Frigga was gentle as the first cool breeze that soothes you at the crack of the dawn, my dear. She was my rock. She kept Asgard running even when I was not there. That too while she had two young notorious sons to take care of." He chuckles silently and looks into some distant void, letting the sun reflect on the moisture at the edge of his eye. "She loved Loki like her own son. When the world saw a monster in him, she saw an innocent soul that needed the love and care of a mother. She taught him all the magic she knew. She had a way with him, with his mind that was always in a different direction than the rest of us. Whether she knew him or not, she did her best to make him a better version of himself."

"Would she have agreed to this truce?"

The words are out sooner than you realise and Odin is out of the trance he was a while back, the eye losing its hues.

"My sons will do what I say, woman. They are the pride of Asgard. The reflection of what expanded my kingdom and its peace stands for. And Frigga would have agreed with me. With whatever decision I took."

The words crawl over your shoulders like ants. Your nails are scraping the edges of the pie crust as silence seems to erode any feelings of respect between the two of you.

"I bet he is your reflection as well, Loki-" you stress on his name with a tilt of his head- "I bet he was your reflection that day too when he was a child and you told him he was no good as a warrior and he'd rather go hide in his mother's skirt."

The clatter of fork and knives stops. So does the breath of every servant present in the vicinity, discreetly looking at their Allfather for any reaction.

"He was your reflection when the boys from the streets teased him for being so weak for a Prince. And when he could not take the insult anymore, he used his magic to teach them proper manners. Hm?"

You pick up the chalice of wine kept for you, squeezing an orange into it before taking a generous sip. "He was also your reflection the day Thor was to be crowned king-" you smacked your lips, keeping the chalice down with a thud- "and the day he let the wormhole swallow him?"

The air is heavy. Heavier than any third person can take.

"You might be sitting in a seat of privilege, woman, but do not forget you are speaking to your king." His tone is soft but the intended weight with which they flow is not.

"Yes. I do realise my place, my king. I am but a mere human tied to a son you deem unworthy of serving any purpose to you. But here's the thing, your highness-" you look Odin in the eye, your face losing every feeling- "I am not Frigga, Gods rest her soul."

The napkin resting on your lap is crumpled in your hand before being left on the plate as you get up, dragging your chair back and turning around to collide with the servant coming with a pitcher of wine.

His apologies are cut short by you, assuring him it's no big deal before turning back to the Allfather. "It was a good talk, your majesty," you state with a full-blown bow.

"Oh and one more thing! Loki does not have some different brains that you cannot figure out. He just thinks seven steps ahead of everyone else. I found out through observation. And the one time we both had to escape being killed. You should try it sometimes too."

And with that declaration, you walk out of the hall, leaving a stunned silence with an audience and a King sitting with heartburn.

.

FUCK!

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DOOOOO!!!!!

Your steps cannot match your heart rate at this point as you try to make your way back to Loki's room. And the constant flashbacks to the conversation you just had do not help. At all. If only the ground would crack open and swallow you right now.

You really need to keep your issues with controlling fathers in check, woman!

Well, TOO LATE! you yell back at your inner voice.

The corridors are a blur. So are the voices of people asking you if you're okay.

You didn't have to defend him like that.

You try to shove your inner voice away.

What do you even know about him?

You can finally see the door to your sanctuary, and your steps get faster than they already are.

What is Odin going to do to you now?

Opening the door, you throw yourself inside before shutting it back and letting the whimpers of weakened shallow breaths become audible.

"Okay, breathe. Breathe breathe breathe-" you take in a lungful- "yes, breathe."

Five times more and your heart finally finds a rhythm for your brain to function a bit better, bringing your attention to the wetness you feel on your stomach and realise you're still in the soiled dress with a huge blotch of wine stain colouring it in an ugly tone.

Undoing the knots around you, you walk to the bathroom to change into clean clothes and realise only when you are standing naked in there that all your clothes have been taken for a wash.

Perfect.

Your palms are rubbed hard against your face with frustrated groans before you catch a glimpse of the black fabric lying on top of one of Loki’s drawers; the one he wore last night.

Oh, screw it.

The cotton shirt slides over you with ease, flowing till your thighs, though the thin fabric barely covers much. With that taken care of, you walk over to the other drawers and cabinets to find anything else you can wear for the moment.

.

“Where were you two?!”

“Good to see you too, Sif,” Thor comments with a tone of sarcasm as a fuming Sif walks over to the brothers getting down from their horses.

“We went to inspect the new territories under Vanaheim. There was a little disturbance there last night,” Loki mentions as he twists and adjusts his shoulder with a muted grunt. No one notices for there are other pressing matters at hand.

“The Allfather is fuming because of your absence at breakfast today. Especially since-” she pauses to look at Loki and point out at him in general, which reasonably confuses both the brothers- “and on top of that things went downhill from here thanks to that woman.”

Now, this leads to the brothers to furrow their brows at Sif.

“Downhill how?” Thor asks.

“Spare no details,” Loki adds.

.

“This...is...hilarious.” Loki guffaws as he ends the sentence and this time Thor is the one to roll his eyes.

“It is still hard to believe Y/N would do something like this,” the blond states.

“Oh, Thor,” Loki purrs with a jump in his step, making his brother automatically uncomfortable, “it’s not that hard to believe once you realise she has lived the better part of her life with Stark. She has learned the snark from the best.”

“How do you even know what that word means?” Thor gasps in frustration. He opens his mouth to follow it up with a contradiction before pausing to run Loki’s words in his mind, hating the smirk building over his brother’s lips as realisation dawns on him.

“I need to talk to her about this-”

“WOAH! Woah! Easy brother,” Loki exclaims, stopping him with a hand on his chest, pausing the steps just outside the younger one’s room, “are you sure you want to do that?”

“What do you mean? Of course-”

“Thor-” Loki pats his brother’s chest as a gesture of patience- “first, talk to her only if you yourself have never defied your father.”

Thor looks at Loki with judgment-filled eyes, getting his brother’s index finger to wait and listen for more. “Second, talk to her with the thought that she barely has been here for a day and she has to spend the rest of her life here. Away from everything she knows.”

This, somehow, dilutes the smoke rising from the embers inside Thor. Loki isn’t wrong after all. “And third, don’t follow me inside. I am going to take a long shower.”

“Wha-”

“What? Sybll said Y/N told her she’ll join her for lunch in the kitchen. Now off you go,” he shoos his brother away with his hands before shutting his bedroom door behind him.

A chuckle leaves him involuntarily as he recalls Sif’s word by word description of how it all went down in the dining hall.

Good for her , he wonders, taking his armour off, there will be something to keep Odin and Thor occupied.

The arm plate stops short from landing on the table with a thud as a thought stirs in Loki’s mind, slowly invading his heart through the tiniest of veins. Letting the arm plate softly rest on the table, he lets his fingers grab the back of his doublet to remove it.

Why did she defend me in front of Odin?

The summer breeze from outside takes the first chance it gets to rub itself all over the naked chest and back of the God lost in a puzzle which isn’t that hard to solve once he has all the pieces.

Right. Forgot she had a mad father too. What was it that Stark said we were? Two kids with daddy issues.

Shaking his head, his fingers undo the first button on his pants when he hears a soft clunk from somewhere within the room. And the relaxed cat becomes the predator within a flash.

.

Why does he have so many greens and blacks?

The drawers and closets in front of all have nothing but those hues. Wait, is he colourblind?

Grunting and stomping your feet for not finding anything you could borrow from your ‘husband’s’ clothing, you close all that is opened and start to move towards the bedroom to call for Sybll for a change of clothes when faint voices are heard outside followed by a door being shut.

It takes a lot for your heart to jump in your mouth; and right now, that lot is Loki walking in the room with a smile, undoing his armour while looking at some invisible void in the distance.

Fuck!

You could not go out in front of him like this. In his nightshirt that was barely covering your assets.

Hiding behind the archway next to an Oakwood drawer, you take a peek at the God lost in some thought. There is a faint smile on his unexpectedly pink lips. What is he thinking? That thought runs away and hides in a corner as soon as it sees long pale fingers are pulling away the doublet from above his head to reveal a bod sculpted in some mountains of divine beauty not meant for the naked eye.

Your breath gets caught in the moment of revelation. Wasn't he supposed to be...frail? At least that's what you thought when you first saw him. But now that you think about it, anyone and everyone looks frail in front of Thor. But never in your life would you have thought that all that layer of clothing hid a figure like this.

You won a lottery, woman , your inner voice nudges and winks at you before it is pushed into a dark corner. Though I feel bad for him for getting stuck with you , it shouts as it fades into the darkness. The muscles on his back shift when he rolls his shoulders and you feel your insides shudder. Does Asgard realise what they're missing under all that leather? Is what you question till you see marks and bruises that seem old- healed but not so thoroughly. Hmm, everything with him has a reason, doesn't it?

Your daylight musing seems to crack as you realise- with his back to you- he is about to open his pants.

No matter how enticing it seems to the dark corners of your brain, you draw yourself back from the archway, colliding straight into a drawer. You IDIOT!!

Moving on your toes, silent as a cat, your steps go backwards, past the drawers and lux bathtubs towards the balcony while your eyes stay on the archway, waiting for your heart to stop any moment that Loki showed his face through it.

One step back and you are in the balcony, your feet feeling the cold stone under them while your back collides into something equally cold and rigid. And it does not raise all those tiny hairs on your body till you can feel that cold rise and fall rise in your back.

MOTHERF-

The siren voice of the night sings right into your ear.

"Looking for someone?"

[beeblebrox-be-damned]

Growth (Part 2)

Dark!Loki x reader

TW: Exhibitionism, Pregnancy

The seamstress turned you around, measuring carefully. A few days after you had arrived at the palace, they had measured you for dresses, but now they needed to be adjusted. Loki insisted there be a few newer ones as well.

The seamstress smiled at you. She was a kind, elderly woman, with hands that were gnarled from arthritis, but she was still the best seamstress in the kingdom. “So, are you excited for the big day?” she asked, turning to write down the measurements she had taken.

“Big day?” you asked, a bit confused. Was she referencing the coming child? Surely it wasn’t that obvious yet, and besides, that ‘big day’ was months away. She glanced over her shoulder, then turned back around quickly.

“Oh dear, it seems I’ve said too much,” she chuckled. She brushed a few sketches aside. You stepped off the pedestal you were situated on and stood next to her.

“Please tell me!” You leaned in, grinning playfully. “I promise I’ll act surprised if it is a surprise.” She grinned back and shook her finger at you.

“Now, none of that missy,” she laughed. “You’ll see in due time. For now, get back up there,” she motioned to the pedestal. “I’m not done measuring yet.”

Obediently, you stood back up. She measured your waist and bosom. “Well, well, well, it seems there’s been a bit of growth here-” she patted your lower abdomen “-hmm?”

Your face flushed as you laughed shyly. “Maybe a bit.” She nodded knowingly. 

“Already carrying high,” she said as she wrote down more measures. “I’d wager it’ll be a boy. That’s how it was with all of my sons.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, still smiling but a bit embarrassed. “I didn’t realize I was even showing yet,” you admitted. She shrugged, waving her hand.

“Just a bit. Back in my prime I was a midwife. I’ve seen a lot of expectant mothers, they have a certain glow to them.” She smiled at you. “It’s easy to see on you, dear.”

Apparently, she was right about its visibility. And she wasn’t the only one who’d noticed it. 

Frigga had been hinting at it for several weeks, and now either Thor and Odin had figured it out themselves, or Loki had let the Midgardian cat out of the bag.

The two were arguing over whether it would be a boy or a girl. Odin seemed convinced that since he had two sons in line, fate would make the next child a girl. It made no logically stance, but he stood by his theory staunchly. Thor, however, believed the opposite. Or rather, he wanted the opposite to occur because he was rather excited about the idea of having a nephew.

Dinner was interesting that night, to say the least. You had walked in with Loki to discover Thor and Odin nearly at each other’s throats.There was amusement in their eyes, however, so you figured they wouldn’t actually kill each other. You sat down at your usual spot next to Loki and watched as the two argued. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that you realized just what they were arguing over. You shook your head. Loki grinned and leaned back in his chair, wrapping on arm around your shoulders.

Thor slammed the Mjolnir on the table, leaping to his feet. “Ignorance!” he shouted. Odin glared at him. 

“Sit, boy, and argue no longer. It will be a girl,” he said angrily. Thor refused to sit.

They were about to go at it again when, thankfully, Frigga arrived. “Both of you, stop this nonsense. Neither of you know anything about child-bearing,” she exclaimed. Thor sat down reluctantly. “And get that hammer off of the table.” He put it in the floor with a scowl at Odin.

Frigga sat down primly, shaking her head. “No more of this foolishness, please. Stress will do no good to the young mother’s condition,” she scolded with a gentle but firm tone. She turned towards you. “Besides, I think it best we ask the parents their opinion,” she said, smiling.

Loki nudged you. You cleared your throat. “It doesn’t matter to me, so long as the child is healthy,” you said, your voice quiet. It still made you nervous and shy to speak in front of your newfound family. Loki nodded in agreement.

“However, we must consider that perhaps it will be both,” he said smugly. Thor bellowed in laughter.

“Brother,” he grinned, “You seem to have much confidence in the quality of your, well, you know.” Loki smirked.

“Quality of quantity, brother,” he said slyly, “either would do.” Your face flushed and you looked down at your lap. Loki didn’t notice. “Though we must also acknowledge the mother’s role as well. Virility matters not when fertility doesn’t come into play.”

“Loki-” you squeaked “-are you trying to make me die of embarrassment?” He simply grinned.

Frigga waved her hand. “Enough of this talk before it becomes unsuitable for the dinner table.” She beckoned over the servants, who began to serve the food. “Besides, the gender of the baby won’t matter if the poor mother starves because she can’t get a bite of food between trying to shut her husband up,” she laughed. Loki chuckled. While he wouldn’t take well to a comment like that from his brother or father, Frigga could say whatever she liked about him and he would agree.

The food was exquisite as always, and you couldn’t help but notice you ate slightly more than usual. You just hoped you could keep it down. After dinner, you and Loki retreated to your quarters. Loki wandered off to change out of his day clothing while you used the washroom to freshen up and change into a nightgown.

The gown was thin and soft, velvety against your skin. It draped over your body elegantly, highlighting every curve and dip softly. The night was slightly cloudy, but it made the sky look even more beautiful. You walked out onto the balcony and leaned against the golden railing, watching the clouds inch their way over the sky.

A pair of arms wrapped around your body, holding you close in a gentle embrace. Loki’s hand rested over your womb. His fingers were notably cool, a hint of his heritage. You didn’t mind the coolness, but you flinched at it when he first touched you through the sheer nightgown.

“Sorry,” he murmured in your ear. He tucked his face against your shoulder, inhaling deeply. Something seemed to be on his mind. You turned in his arm until you were facing him. He looked up at you and smiled softly.

“Loki,” you murmured, your hand drifting over his cheek, “Is something wrong?” He shook his head, but then nodded reluctantly. He said nothing. Your raised your eyebrow. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Or shall I have to force it out of you?”

He smirked. “And just how would you do that? I do believe I have a slight advantage over you.” He drew up to his full height, quite a bit taller than you, before leaning back down.

You smirked back at him. “By refusing every single one of your advances,” you stated smugly. Loki bared his teeth, grinning.

“Oh? And who says you can do that?” He placed his hands on the railing, caging you in. He leaned closer to you, nose to nose. “If I have to, I’ll take what I like by force.” His voice was a growl, low and sultry, but there was a smile in his eyes. Your cheeks grew warm.

“Not if I hide from you. If you recall from our earlier friendship, I am quite skilled at hide-and-seek,” you said proudly, crossing your arms.

“Okay, I’ll give you that one. But I always found you eventually.”

“True, and now stop trying to change the subject.” Your voice grew concerned again. “What is wrong?” You wrapped your arms around him.

He glanced away, head downwards now. “I… Well, the way you flinched…” he sighed “it just made me wonder, are you really okay with this? That our child will be like-” his voice broke “-like me?” His voice was wavering, and he almost looked scared.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “And here I thought I’d been chosen by someone smart.” You leaned forwards and placed your hands on his cheeks, drawing him down so your forehead was against his. “Of course I am. I only flinched because it startled me, silly.” You kissed him. “If you remember, I always was fond of the cold.”

He smiled again, looking relieved. He laughed. “Indeed. I do recall being ambushed several times with snow.”

You grinned. “I always wondered why it never seemed to get to you.” You kissed him once more. “You know… sometime, if you’d be willing… I’d like to see you i-in your other from.” You admitted it shyly, unsure of how he’d react. You’d never spoken much about the matter.

Loki blushed. It wasn’t too often that you’d make him blush, but to see his pale cheeks flush pink was certainly a sight. Of course, in the lighting, it was a bit hard to see. “Y-you want to see? I must admit, I believe you may be… frankly, disgusted by it.” 

You shook your head, smiling. “I could never find anything about you disgusting, silly man. But if it bothers you, you’re in no way obligated to.” You leaned forward and kissed him hard. “It is entirely up to you.”

When you pulled away, you were shocked to see a deep blue spreading over his skin. He was looking away, shier then you’d ever seen him. You brushed your fingers over the ridges on his cheeks, marveling at the intricate designs. They followed down his neck and chest, and you wondered whether they were in other, more hidden areas as well. His eyes were a deep crimson, strikingly beautiful. 

“Oh my…” you trailed off. Your heart rate had increased notably. He was ashamed of this? Ridiculous.

He cast his eyes downward at himself. “I… I know, it’s-” you cut him off.

“Gorgeous.” You knew what he was going to say but you didn’t agree with it. Your hands trailed down his chest, the skin cool to the touch in a wonderfully tantalizing way. He gasped as you moved lower.

“You are very warm,” he gasped as you wrapped his hand around him. “V-ery warm.” You licked your lips as you watched his facial expressions. His crimson eyes were hooded, pupils blown wide with desire.

Carefully, he reached down and lifted one of your legs until it hooked over your hip. Your other foot barely touched the ground, but he supported your weight easily, your back pressed against the tall railing. Though there was no way of falling, it was still a rush. You hand to withdraw your hand as he pressed himself flush with your heat.

It was an unspoken rule with Loki that you were to never wear undergarments at night. Your nightgown had slid up your leg as it was lifted, baring you for Loki to see and touch openly. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed you passionately.

“You know-” you gasped between frantic kisses “-literally anyone could see us.” Loki groaned in response.

“Good. Let them.” His tongue slipped into your mouth as he ground himself against you. His cock massaged your clit deliciously. You shivered against him, your slick pooling. There were definite ridges along his shaft, making the sensation much more intense.

You were rapidly nearing the point of no return, your breaths shuddering and panting. Loki was in a similar state. He paused and looked at you, eyes roaming over your form as though he couldn’t believe you were really there for a moment. He broke out of his haze and pushed into you, stretching you deliciously.

He fucked you like that, against the railing, withdrawing and then thrusting himself into you with a vigor that you’d never felt before. He moaned loudly, his crimson eyes closed in pleasure. He was cold inside of you, but wonderfully so. He groaned in your ear. “S-o warm… fuck…”

Your walls clenched around him, The bone of his pelvis rubbed your clit as he replaced his thrusts with a motion akin to humping, animalistic and intense. Your nerves buzzed, lit aflame with cold coals. Loki growled your name, over and over, littering it with profanities and dirty whispers that made you gasp. You came with a burst of pleasure, back arching. Loki snarled, the sound echoing through the palace courtyard. He shoved himself in deeply, flooding you with his cum.

You panted as you came down from your high, trembling as you rested your head on his shoulder. Pale skin began to replace the deep blue, but you patted his chest, stopping him. “No, stay like this. It’s hot ’n this feels good…”

He laughed. “I’m glad,” he said, breathing heavily, “that you can use this to your advantage.” He held you close, running his hands over your back.

You smiled. “You’re amazing, did you know that?”

He pressed a kiss on your skin. “Darling, you are the one who deserves that title.” TAGLIST: @jessiejunebug  @knuffeltuff @sea040561@alexakeyloveloki@villanellevi@skinny-macncheese@shockwavee

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Ghost (Ivar x Reader)

hecolHere it is, another part to the story. Part 4, yeah. Pretty sure it is. This was hard to write and ultimately not my favorite piece. 

Summary: Ivar is in Russ and under the protection of King Oleg and there ghosts come back to life...

Warnings: Fighting, blood. 

He had a lot of time to think. Too much time to fall in the bottomless pit of his mind. Ivar had never thought so long or hard, ever. Not like this. He felt regret and a tremendous pang of guilt. He realized how ambitious and driven he was to be the greatest, to be more than he already was, to be a God that looking back was a pain but also a heavy burden. 

Staying with the wicked King Oleg opened his eyes. It was like looking at himself, watching the destruction of paranoia take away his humanity. Like a self destructive bomb, ticking away until the last second and killing everything and everyone he had. All the success waiting to be taken with a snap of his fingers. 

Ivar let out a deep sigh and heaved his legs over the edge of his bed. Another sleepless night, another nightmare, another regret. Lately, the images of his dead wife and son had haunted his dreams. Along with your shadow. Lurking and tugging strings that he tried to bury for so long. He combed his hair, missing his braids and the feel of your fingers, your body pressed up against him and the relentless hum of your mouth. “You pestering woman.” Ivar growled.

“King Oleg requests your acquaintance.” A man dressed in black fur intruded his chain of thoughts. If Ivar still had his old ‘tendencies’, he would have found a way to humiliate the young guard. But unfortunately, he was not in the position to do so. Ivar complied.

“Ah, Ivar. You are awake. Come, come, join me.” King Oleg welcomed Ivar with a sickening smile. He felt unsettled by his open arms and oddly enthusiastic behaviour, nevertheless he nodded back towards his host and followed suit. There was a table set for a King, piled with food and drinks. He couldn’t deny the hunger in the pit of his stomach and dug in, immediately after Oleg’s short Christian prayer. 

“Tell me, is there any news from your brother?” Ivar inquired, sipping from his chalice of ale. He couldn’t deny that the riches and luxury of Russ was far greater than Kattegat, that much he knew. However it lacked the feeling of home. It was empty. It was lonely. It was too dull. 

“Yes, he has.” Oleg licked his lips, biting into the leg of a chicken with greedy bites. “But that does not concern you, for now I would like to discuss something else with you.” This perked his ears and he willingly listened to the information his host wanted to share. “It is true that I have heard many, many stories about your rule and your pagan reign. You still wish to return home, to our home, Kattegat yes?”

“Yes and seek vengeance over my brother’s.” The words were like prayers that he seemed to constantly repeat over and over and over again. Kattegat was after all his home, his stomping ground, the foundation of all the joyous memories of the past and the right passed onto him. But, it was stolen and stripped, leaving a once-upon-a-time shadow of greatness. Everything, taken.

“Good, good. I like to hear that. All the more reason for our success, is it not?” King Oleg chuckled to himself and Ivar smiled along with the King, nodding in agreement but also wandering. ‘Where was this heading?’ He thought. “Now, now. I have retrieved a gift for you. But that will arrive later in the night, my men are making the final adjustments before it is worthy for the great Ivar.” 

“King Oleg, that is truly unnecessary. I am already thankful for your, uh, hospitality.”

“Don’t be foolish. It is a token of my gratitude. Besides, every warrior needs a weapon, do they not?” Without another word, Oleg clasped his hands together and stood with a jolt of remembrance. Then came to his side, leaning against his body. This unnerved Ivar because it was rather strange for Oleg to be so kind. Ivar knew well enough that the King enjoyed playing with him in cruel ways, it definitely reminded him of ‘God’ Ivar. The tyrant. Here in Russ he was surrounded by strangers and enemies, under the protection of the favor of his biggest foe. He needed something. He needed you. The only one who he still trusted without a doubt. His most loyal and most trusted. But now, you were probably dead because of him. And that, that tugged at those unpleasant emotions. “Now, tell me. Who is this figure, this shadow I have recently discovered through the mouths of my people? It has irked my curiosity.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Ivar gave the King a skeptical gaze. A figure? A shadow? 

“You know, the shieldmaiden that stood by your side.” He felt his heartbeat drop and blood run cold at the mention of your being. Ivar was furious but also pained and King Oleg fed on it. Striving from the torture of others and they couldn’t do anything about it because he was in power. He was King. “Uh yes, I have heard tales about her and I wonder why she isn’t by your side anymore.” Ivar clenched the knife in his hands, knuckles turning pale as murderous intent and thoughts whispered inside his mind. The lust and desire to end the man's life. Oh, how his hand itched for his crimson tears that would cry from every part of his shallow and weak skin. Ivar thought of all the possibilities to end King Oleg’s life. Drown him in wine and food. Perhaps break every single bone in his body, one by one, day by day, inch by inch. But with all these lingering notions, Ivar bit back and turned to the man and gave him a hard stare.

“Her name was Y/N and by now, she would be dead. My brother had her killed.” Oleg gave out a disappointed sigh and returned to his prior seat.

“How unfortunate, she could have been an asset to our army.” 

“Yes, it is very unfortunate.” Ivar pushed away the venom that stung his heart, this feeling he has oppressed for so many years. He grabbed the deadly thread and hid it among the other strings of his life, his ambition, his reason for vengeance. “Let us drink.” Both their cups clanked and took a heavy skull of the bittersweet of alcohol.

~~~

There he was, once again. Completely bored and forced to listen to the complaints of random and unimportant elderly who were like mud to his shoe. Ivar could tell he wasn’t the only bored one, because his Mother fought the oncoming yawn and gave a meek smile. 

“Mother, why do I have to be here?” Ivar whispered to his dearest Mother, who took a short break to ease the stress of the duties of a Queen. Yet, the son beside her caused more headache. Ivar was just as worse as the people, complaining and yearning for something. Something she could give but chose not to.

“You know very well why. One day when you rule over-”

“Yes, you said that before and all the times before that. But don’t kid yourself, I will never be ruler of Kattegat. Not when I’m the youngest and that my brother’s are warriors who are hunting just now, where I ought to be.” His voice grew louder and louder by the second and so did his infectious rage.

“No, it’s not. You aren’t like your brother’s Ivar, you’re special.” Aslaug pressed her hand to her beloved son’s cheek in an attempt to soothe and satisfied his rich behavior of a brat. But he was fed up with the same excuse. Special because he was cripple, nothing more and nothing less. But they were wrong, he was a son of Ragnar Lothbrok.

“Father would have let me go.”

“I am not your Father, Ivar.” Aslaug shook her head, wanting to tell her youngest son that Ragnar had abandoned everyone. Him, his brother’s, her and the people of Kattegat. But bit back and continued to the next issue among the people of Kattegat. Ivar on the other hand, slumped against his seat and folded his arms, utterly bored and wanting some sort of entertainment. Anything.

“Get your filthy fingers off me before I tear them apart with my teeth and mouth. I swear by Odin, my face will be the last thing you’ll see!” The sudden scream of retaliation buzzed through the halls of their home, bouncing off the walls. Ivar glanced to his Mother and then leaned over his chair, curious and intrigued.

“Queen Aslaug, we found this rat stealing food from the markets and she injured some of our men. She claims she is a wanderer’s child.” A tall brute of a man pushed a ragged you onto your knees in front of him and Aslaug. Tied by shackles of chain and had evident blood all over your dirty clothes.

“It is fine.” Aslaug put her hand up to dismiss the guard who took hesitant steps back but still had a firm grip over the long roped metal, tied around your wrists and prevented any movement. “What is your name, child?” Aslaug  peered down at your mysterious and feral appearance, it was clear to see life was not pleasant nor was it painted in riches. There was no reply, just a still and vacant sway of your body. Ivar being the prince he was decided to speak up.

“Answer my Mother when she speaks.” 

“Ivar.” Aslaug gave him a warning glare and watched you, covered in dirt and grime and blood and smelling of shit. It was a disgusting sight. Truly and utterly disturbing. He had never witnessed or seen a girl to ever be so gross. You snapped your head up and stared with intensity towards him. “Who are you?” Ivar was taken aback by your appearance, your face. It was truly the sight of filth. There was a scar engraved into the side of your profile, stretching in a sickly smile from the corner of your lips and up, up, up to the end of your eye. Your hair wild and untamed like a beast. Blood dripping from the corners of your lips but Ivar realized it wasn’t yours, it was someone else's. Fresh blood too. 

“Ivar the boneless.” You said and jumped to your feet, approaching the cripple with a strange shimmer in your eyes. It was a flavor he’s never tasted before. It was deep and meaningful, complete yet questionable. He found himself entranced by your ratchet self, not wanting to tear his eyes away. But it was soon cut up by a tug of metal and a falling of a body. 

“That’s enough, undo the chains. She is only a young girl.” Aslaug ordered the man who was hesitant, staring at you with question. Ivar couldn’t take his eyes off of you, something felt different inside. Something felt right and it frustrated him to no end. Soon after, you were released from your shackles and you spat at the guard with a tormenting smile, Aslaug asked once more. “What’s your name?” You completely ignored the woman and instead your attention was focused on Ivar, not wavering nor uncertain. It was him, you thought. 

“Blue eyes like fire and ice. Cold like a winter morning, smooth like waves but gentle like water. Burning and raging fire behind, there is the monster that lurks inside, burn, scorch and torch. Blood will be spilt.” With every word, your figure grew closer and closer to the cripple and it frightened Aslaug and those around, but not Ivar. He was hypnotised.

“It’s fine Mother. I don’t think she will hurt me.” Ivar spoke with confidence and watched as you ogled all of his movement. LIke a moth to a flame, you were addicted to the sight of him. His presence. His whole being. 

“I would never hurt you. Never and I won’t let anyone hurt you. You are my fate, I am sure of it. Ivar the boneless, my destiny.”  This left Ivar awestruck and surprised. He knew not to trust silly words of men, of people but your tone was convincing enough to have him believe. You spoke with confidence and unwavering faith. It was the first time Ivar had been introduced to loyalty, as ugly and disgusting it was. It seemed true and pure.

~~~

He was in trouble and he knew it. The war raged on from all corners of his view, Ivar knew he needed a little more time until Rollo’s troops could attack. More time is all he needed. But as arrows shot and flew through the air, his men dropped one by one like flies. Now with no one left to stand, he realized the mortal danger he was in. Enemies approaching from all sides, men desperately fighting for their lives. He was knocked to the ground, the crutch that stood him up flew away with a shot of an arrow. Ivar rolled to his side and threw a knife, killing an oncoming enemy and grabbed an axe, only to peer fearlessly at the herd of men approaching. Ivar felt no fear, no worry and no doubt. This was not his end and it was true.A viking with long braided hair dropped to the ground, an arrow pierced into his skull. The others desperately threw their bodies to Ivar, yearning for his blood but they were stopped by the same fate, an arrow and death. 

Next thing he knew, your figure appeared from above him and leaped into action. Arrows flying, bodies dying and sword slashing. Finally, Ivar thought. He watched in a haze the not-so-graceful dance of your body as you maneuvered around the many enemies. Face filled with that sickly pleasure of the heat of battle, passion and love of a true Viking. 

“You’ve gotten fat and slow.” Ivar hummed teasingly and pulled himself up with the help of his crutches. You wiped the smooth blade of blood, chuckling at his warm welcoming after five months of absence.

“And you still need me to save you like always.” Ivar couldn’t help but smile. Genuinely happy to see you. Not that he would admit it, it was finally good having a familiar company that wasn’t his brother and the men he had to deal with. True pawns and a lack of mind. “I see you took my heed and made an alliance with your Uncle.” 

“Shut up.” Ivar noticed then the blue uniforms of the french christains, already charging and taking over the battle but still limped alongside your form. He took his time to study your profile. “You look like shit.” He saw the clear bags under your eyes, your skin pale and sickly. But somehow your body seemed, grown. More meat to areas he found quite intriguing. 

“And you’re still an asshole.”

~~~

It was late and Ivar was growing tired of King Oleg’s talking, his annoyance growing and his patience running low. He kept blabbering about all the enemies he has taken down, how his return to Kattegat will be great and so forth. Ivar opened his mouth to speak his yearn for absence and sleep but a man, young and short, approached the King.

“Ah, that’s good. Bring it in.” Oleg jumped to his feet and clasped his hands, pure excitement bubbling inside those twisted eyes. The boy quickly dispersed and ran away, leaving Ivar and Oleg alone. The King stood from the table and ordered something to a slave girl. “Now Ivar, I promised I would return my gratitude for your acquaintance and insight over Kattegat. And with your help, I wanted to reward you. Bring it in!” Oleg clapped his hands excitedly whereas the son of Ragnar was perplexed but poked by the undying need of contented satisfaction. 

The doors opened, more of the Russ men strolled into the room with their hands firm on their weapons. But instead of a material thing Ivar had expected, not a sharp edge blade or possibly a new pair of legs, it was something living and breathing. His eyes widened in recognition of who and what it was. His gift, his weapon was you. Like a ghost coming back and the dead coming to life. There you were in flesh and blood. 

His eyes couldn’t help but drift down the frame of your body. Dressed in the finest silks, so different to the armor you wore constantly. The leather of brown and tight protection that clung to your torso and breasts were replaced by the plush push of blood red with the delicate trace of golden designs. Light and running like vines along her breasts and following down the curve of her shoulders, dipping down the long sleeves of molten maroon. It was a long and delicate dress but also gave you a seductively powerful aroma. It was a teasing dress, working his imagination as he could see the bounce of your breasts, just but not enough to fulfill that curiosity. You were walking slow and steady and enchanted his very being. 

When his gaze finally fell upon your face, he noticed how your skin was clean and almost glowing under the candled light. Jewelry made of rich gold hanging from your ears just tickling the nape of your neck. Your hair was tied into a loose braid but had silver jewels shaped into weaponry like flowers and strands framing the small of your face. 

You were beautiful, Ivar thought. You were a queen, a goddess, an enchantment.

“King Oleg.” You bowed politely, eyes still staring at the floor. Feeling Ivar’s eyes were intimidatingly scary and it made you uncomfortable. Ivar on the other hand couldn’t quite believe his eyes. You were meant to be dead, killed, not here. Even if you were alive, there was no reason for you to be in Russ. He knew he had betrayed you and left you. There were many reasons why your existence was not supposed to be alive. He had done many things to you, stripped you of your humanity, stolen the virtue between your legs and fed it to animals, he manipulated your dignity for his own gain. And he broke your heart. 

“Why didn’t you tell me your shield-maiden is beautiful?” Oleg teased lightly, waiting for a reaction in the Ragnarsson or in you. Neither moved or spoke. “So, do you like my gift? It is quite a miracle isn’t it. You thought she was dead but here she is. Take it as a surprise.” Ivar didn’t know what to do. Seeing you again caused a chain reaction of emotion to bubble inside, bringing back wretched curses of his heart. 

After all, he is in love with you.

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Knife Brothers #1

Summary: What if Thor handed Loki to Hydra? What if Loki, with his all rage, decided to ruin the organisation for disrespecting him? What if he freed Bucky at the process? What if they became friends? 

Warnings: graphic descriptions of homicide

Word count: 2380

A/N: EDIT: I WILL ONLY TAG YOU IF YOU ASK FOR IT IN A TAG LIST POST LINKED BELOW 

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There he was again. Captured.

This time it wasn’t his plan at all.

Maybe it was for the better, after all. He would get back home, Odin would shake his finger on him and he would get back to tricking Thor and reading books.

It wasn’t like it was all his fault, after all. Not that anyone would ever listen to what he had to say, of course not, but at least his conscience won’t be that weighed. Loki knew the truth and whose opinion was worth more than his? Even if his back hurt from unconscious guilt, horrible migraine wouldn’t go away despite his magic and eyes wouldn’t close for long enough to let him sleep.

Maybe back in Asgard, in his own bed in his own home he would finally be able to fall asleep without fear of waking up in the middle of the nightmare his life has been for past few months.

A group of man blocking their way brought him back on Earth.

“May I ask where you’re going?” Asked an elderly man, looking less confident than he probably wanted to, in badly fitted suit and cheap haircut.

“To lunch and then Asgard,” Thor was the one to answer. “I’m sorry, you are?”

“Alexander Pierce,” said Stark. “He’s the man, one of the folks behind Nick Fury.”

So he indeed was an important person, even if his appearance didn’t show it.

“My friends call me Mr. Secretary. I’m gonna have to ask you to turn that prisoned over to me.”

Loki titled his head slightly, in a warning manner. He couldn’t speak, the metal device was efficiently muting every attempt at it. Thor’s back was turned to Loki, he couldn’t see anything his brother was trying to communicate.

No turning prisoners over. This prisoner wishes to go back to Asgard. A minute more on this planet would probably destroy his sanity to the last bits of it.

“Loki will be answering to Odin himself.”

He couldn’t help but to roll his eyes. As if Odin ever did something to actually punish his sons in any matter. It didn’t end well the last time, did it? A little bit of stress and disappointment turned Odin into grieving father, an old man with weak heart who fell asleep.

At least his brother was thinking straight. He was going to take Loki home, where he could finally rest.

“Oh, he’s gonna answer to us. Odin can have what’s left,” Pierce spat out and Loki raised his eyebrow at these bold words. He could wipe them from this reality like the pieces of garbage they were. Odin can have what’s left. Foolish, foolish humans. Thinking they actually can be a threat to a god. “And I’m gonna need that case, that’s been SHIELD property for over seventy years.”

“Hand over the case, Stark.” One of the agents reached for it, but Stark backed out.

“We’re keeping that where we know it’s safe.” He stopped another agent with his hand. “As far as I know, you failed keeping it away from trouble. Now it’s our turn.”

“Stark, don’t cross the line with me–“

“You know what, Stark, after a second thought I think we should hand them at least one thing. Not the tesseract, obviously, but I have a feeling that Loki would have better punishment here than on Asgard,” Thor said, turning to the short man.

Loki almost choked. He couldn’t believe his ears. His own brother was giving him away to strangers who would gladly cut him to pieces just to see if he was made from the same elements as them? It made no sense whatsoever, he must’ve known they were no threat to him and he could destroy them if he pleased… He either had a plan for Loki or was just plain stupid. As far as Loki knew his brother, it was probably the latter.

“Do you think it’s a good idea?” Stark asked, his eyebrows high on his hairline.

It’s horrible idea.

“Loki will learn his lesson and we will have one less trouble to deal with.”

You’re betraying your own brother! Loki wanted to scream. But then, he remembered. Remembered how many times he was a traitor to Thor, the countless times he stabbed him, shifted the blame onto him…

It enlightened him. This oaf was taking his revenge. It wasn’t about the punishment for crimes Loki did on Earth, it was personal. Thor wanted to put Loki in a situation with no clean escape. Well played, brother. He wouldn’t expect him to be able to do such thing, and yet there he was.

“I’m not sure–“

“Well, I’ve decided for you.” Thor reached and pushed Loki’s back, forcing him to take a step in Pierce’s direction.

He sent his brother murderous stare, promising all kinds of tortures he’s going to put Thor through as soon as he breaks free.

They tossed him in a car, as if he was an object, not a god they’re supposed to worship and treasure. He wondered whether he should just deal with the problem right now, kill the agents sitting before him, destroy the car, slap his brother across his face and go back to Asgard, or… have some fun.

He could, after all, use his uncomfortable position for his own amusement. Wouldn’t it be fun to ruin their precious little organisation from the inside, destroy their systems, kill their men? Mischievous smirk crawled on his face, thankfully hidden by the metal piece still covering his face. They will remember him very well.

*

With the same gentleness they tossed him in the car, they dragged him out of it in the middle of a military base. He looked around, searching for any useful information about the place. Escapes, weak spots, amount of men, their weapons. He noticed there were no trainees, a whole lot of soldiers armed to their teeth and about the same amount of scientists.

The silence fell when he walked through the base, curious looks were shot at his direction, and silent whispers didn’t fail to be heard. It was hard for him to decide whether they were sure of their victory or scared to death, they tried very hard not to show emotions in front of Pierce, who however seemed to be too arrogant to even pay attention to his own men.

They dragged him through the corridors and hallways as if they were showing off their success, how the marvellous Alexander Pierce and the SHIELD captured and imprisoned the dangerous God of Mischief himself. A truly heroic achievement.

If only they had any chance to actually threaten him.

He looked around as he moved forward, sending a slender beam of his magic to check behind the closed doors, not finding anything particularly interesting. That is, until they nearly pushed him down the stairs, visibly enjoying treating him like a ragdoll. It was the basement where his magic started to finally sense anything more than just offices and conference halls.

It wasn’t SHIELD’s base. At least not the SHIELD he’s known. Suspicious laboratories, chemicals he could scent on the corridor, sweat, fear, exhaustion, rage. Feelings that were so painfully known to him were hanging in the air.

He wasn’t scared now, no. After what he’s been through he probably lost the ability to feel anything but disappointment and fury. Besides, there was nothing to be afraid of. Humans? These fragile beings he could snap in half with a flick of his fingers? Nothing more than ants under his shoe.

One of the soldiers with useless in fight with Loki rifles opened a metal door, leading to a laboratory. He barely took a step and sensed somebody approach him quickly. He tried to turn, but the chains and surrounding him people prevented him from doing that, and he didn’t want to show his advantage just yet. A needle sunk into his neck, tranquilizer spilled in his veins, but it was too weak to do anything more than just make his fingertips numb for a second of two.

“You were supposed to give him the same you give to the Soldier!” Pierce shouted and Loki couldn’t help but roll his eyes. As if his body was as weak as human’s.

“I did!”

He really did wanted to play for a bit longer with his new friends, but they didn’t seem to enjoy his company too much. He began to freeze the chains and the metal piece on his face, causing everyone to panic.

Really, what did they expect from a god? To be obedient little thing that would follow every order they give? Wrong address.

“Kill him! Kill him!”

He allowed himself another eye roll and broke free from everything that was strangling him.

Bullets flew in his direction, but he stopped them with a single wave of his hand and summoned his daggers. How good it felt to have them back in his hands, fitting like gloves.

One sunk into somebody’s neck, muting every sound of protest.

One he didn’t deliver perfectly and it dived into an eyeball, crimson trail flew from the injured socket.

Another cut in the neck, because that’s the most efficient.

He hit aorta, the blood splattered on his face and stained his clothes.

With annoyance he turned to the last living creature in the room, Pierce crawling to the door, desperately trying to call for help. Loki flicked his fingers and a split second later materialised his clone in front of Pierce.

“Please… Please…” He cried, some of the blood of his men was on his suit.

“Please what?” The clone titled his head and dragged Pierce up by his collar.

“Don’t kill me… I’ll do anything!” He tried to take his hands off of him, but even if it was only a clone, it was still much stronger than Pierce could ever be.

Loki walked to them calmly, the secretary pierced to the wall, writhing and trying to break free, his panic enlarging as he noticed there was not one, but two gods in front of him. Loki’s hand shot to his forehead, his magic wrapping around Pierce’s brain, moulding the memories and knowledge to his liking.

How small were humans’ brains… How little did they fit, how much they hid in the depths of unconsciousness, covered traumas, blurred what’s not frequently used…

Useless memories, useless dreams… That wasn’t what Loki was searching for. He dug deeper, heard a scream of the man held by three arms.

There. Something useful.

Knowledge floated him, blinding him for a quarter of a second before complete darkness muted his magic. He blinked a few times, his vision focused back on Pierce, on his empty eyes and lack of pulse.

“Hmm,” he let him go and watched as his body fell on the floor like a puppet, “looks like I broke something.”

He shrugged and walked to the door, his clone already gone. For a second he just wanted to call Heimdall and go back to Asgard, but what he just saw in Pierce’s head made him change his mind.

Apparently the facility he was at wasn’t SHIELD at all, even if the signs on the walls told him differently. It was just a blind for another organisation called Hydra, created for a drastically different reason.

What if he just… stayed for a while longer, took his sweet revenge for disrespecting him in so many ways? Not that he was so eager to receive punishment from Odin, after all.

He cracked his fingers and got out.

The alarm was already off, someone must’ve heard the shots. That was even better for him. Panic was his feast.

By the time he reached the end of the corridor, his daggers, clothes and skin were soaking in different kinds of blood, his ears full of different kinds of screams.

However the scream he heard next was drastically different from the ones he caused. It was a scream of a man, hidden somewhere near. He searched through Pierce’s memories until he found the right one.

Winter Soldier.

And what if he stole Hydra’s most precious weapon? Fixed him with his magic to make him as normal as he was when they captured him seventy years ago? A smirk showed on his face again. Yes… That was even better than just killing the Soldier.

He took a few turns in the labyrinth of corridors and hallways, using Pierce’s memory of where the man was held. He heard more agents approaching him, he felt their fear faster than he actually saw him and sighed when they thought that bullets would stop him.

He changed into his Jotun form, the disgusting smell of panic filled his lungs when the men before him desperately tried to reload their guns.

Not fast enough.

Frost and ice pierced them in every way possible, the blood that floated from the wounds froze almost instantly, creating diabolical rays, icicles on their frostbitten dead bodies.

He moved them aside with his magic and continued his walk, still in Jotun form. The Soldier screamed again, just in time for Loki’s rapid entrance.

The scientists were surrounding the man, attempting to unleash him from a disturbing chair with many metal pieces, tubing and devices he didn’t even know how could be used.

He titled his head at the scientist’s poor attempts to attack him with scalpel and it quickly changed its path, dipping into the scientist’s throat. While one of them managed to escape, another one was more courageous, jumping at Loki with a needle, probably another tranquilizer. The god reached a hand in his direction, placed it on a heart and froze the organ, another dead body fell before his feet.

Loki walked slowly to the Soldier, who was trying to break free from the binding him metal handcuffs. Without hesitation he pressed his palm onto Soldier’s forehead, cleaning his memories, bringing forward who he was before Hydra, clearing his mind from all the mess the scientists created. When he backed away, the Soldier, James, as he read from his memories, was calm. Loki reached to the metal device in his mouth and took it off before freeing him from the handcuffs.

“What do you say, my friend? Shall we destroy them?”

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Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 14 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

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Ella felt as though she was after being struck by Sleipnir at full gallop. Her body seemed heavy. Looking around, she felt confused. When she saw Loki sitting close by looking at her she swallowed and sighed. She used her seidr to try and undress but she was too worn. “I'm sorry, I cannot seem to do anything, not today.” For a moment, Loki did not know what she was referencing before he realised what it was. “No, not that, not today.” 

“Then why are you...why are you here?” She could not sit up and was struggling to attempt to do so.  “What is the last thing you recall?” Thinking it an odd question, she decided that since for once, he did not seem to be ridiculing, she contemplated the answer it. “I...In court when you spoke to the man who struck his mate. Then…I...I don't know." She began to get distressed while looking around, noticing her father's staff beside her. "Why am I...why do I have Gungnir? What's going on?" She looked around frantically. "What…?"

Loki thought of how Odin held her hand often through her sleeping. Without thinking too much about it, he put his hand on hers causing her to pause and look at it curiously. "You have been incredibly ill. The Allfather and the Aesir Head healer have been here tending to you in your illness, something to do with your seidr. Holding that staff apparently is aiding you."

Ella frowned as she processed his words. "What...what sort of illness, I just feel worn out?"

"I don't know, I am not really knowledgeable about seidr." 

"But I was quite sick?"

"According to the Aesir Healer, you were at Valhalla's door. Do you recall going to the hall on my father's request and collapsing?" She shook her head. "Really?"

"I am not sure why you think I would say otherwise when I am trying to place what occurred for myself."

"You had not attended court in just shy of a month. My father grew concerned and requested you come, you came, looking like what I would imagine Hela looks like and collapsed in the middle of the throne room," he informed her. "Do you not recall any of this?'

Ella shook her head, genuinely unable to recollect any of what he had just said. "I did not embarrass the king or your house, did I? Please tell me court was not in session at the time." She asked fearfully.

Loki was startled that she would even consider such. He shook his head. "No, it was only Father, Arden and I that were there." She sighed in relief. "The realm knows you are ill, of course. It is hard for them to not have noticed the Allfather galloping through the realm on that peculiar horse of his and the Aesir healer that is here." 

"Is my mother here? Why do I have it in my mind that she is on Alfheim?" 

"She is, the Allfather informed you while you rested that she is in the Garden of Tyrell right now."

Ella sighed. "I am so envious, to be invited there, such an honour I could never dream to be bestowed."

 Loki frowned again as he heard her confession. He did not think her interested in such things. "I hear it is incredibly beautiful and tranquil there." He had no idea why he said it, but it seemed the right thing to say. 

"How long have I been asleep?"

"A week."

"Really? Has much changed? Has the Casket helped?"

Loki felt himself feel more shame at her concern for the realm. He had treated her curiosity with suspicion when in truth, it seemed to be genuine interest. "Yes, some of the plants are growing once more." He then thought of what Odin had sworn, hoping to avert a crisis, he thought of how to broach the matter. "The Allfather intends in removing the Casket though, and annulling the agreements in place.'

"What, no, he can't. The realm needs it. Why would he do such a thing?" 

"To punish my father and me for what happened." 

"But I just got ill, that is no one's fault. No, I will speak to him, I will change his mind."

"He is adamant, he even said he knew you would disagree with his choice."

"My father has to be seen to be formidable and stubborn, he is, after all, the Allfather, but he has a kind heart. I will change his mind. I have done so numerous times before on far more difficult matters, don't fret. It's madness, I was simply ill, His Majesty would never harm me, I know it." She stated matter of factly. 

Loki noticed she did not mention him in everything. But with her adamant that she could sort her father and turn his decision, he said no more on the matter. When Eir entered the room soon after, she all but got on her knees and thanked the Norns. "You had is preparing your funeral pyre, I hope you know that."

"I thought you knew by now, I am not so easy to kill."

"Since the day the Allmother entered my healing rooms complaining of being ill and I diagnosed her with carrying you, you have been testing my nerves." The healer chastised. "Honestly, how I am not grey and in need of retiring early with you, I don't know. Even when you leave the realm, you stress me." The smiling manner in which she spoke showed there was a closeness between the pair that was easy to see. 

"What occurred, Eir? Loki said I got sick with my seidr."

Eir seemed reluctant to say anything, instead looking at Loki for a moment. "That is not entirely true." She chose her words carefully. "Your body went into a shutdown made more swift by your seidr yet your seidr kept you alive also. You suffered it as a result of extreme psychological distress. Your seidr felt the safest thing to do is to try and eradicate any problem you have but as it was your own mind that was the problem, it inadvertently tried to kill you."

Loki said nothing as the Healer explained to Ella why she almost died. He knew what was being said. The conditions she was living in made her so incredibly unhappy that this happened. 

"How can I stop it happening again?"

Eir shrugged slightly. "The only way to prevent it occurring again is to remove yourself from the situation that has caused it in the first place. Many seidr wielders have fought in intense wars, many have been beaten and tortured because of their abilities, but only a few have suffered this illness and those who are not removed from the cause rarely survive the first encounter with it and never survive the second. The Allfather and King Laufey both agree that were you to survive this time, you are to be brought back to Asgard as soon as you are capable to ensure it does not happen again."

Ella bit her lips together, knowing it would be considerably more difficult to convince her father to leave the Casket on Jotunheim now that she heard the diagnosis and its treatment. She also chanced a glance at Loki, who she could tell was being blamed by the Healer for the situation, though if she was speaking with her father and King Laufey, she knew that the reasons for her illness would be forced out. Loki looked both guilty and angry at the finger of blame being placed on him. When he looked back at her, she could see he was conflicted also but that he too seemed to be hearing this news for the first time. 

"Will I tell the Allfather that you are awake?" Eir offered.

"Where is he?"

"Resting at present." 

"Leave him rest. He's not a young man anymore. The last thing I need to do is cause more trouble for him and send him into an Odinsleep."

"While I would argue that he would not see it as trouble, he is in need of rest. Two weeks he has been here, spending every night and most of the days at your side." Eir agreed. 

"Let him rest, I think I need some more myself." 

"I will leave you to get some more. You will need to eat soon though I am not sure what are the foods here to assist your recovery. I am not familiar with Jotnar cuisine. I think King Laufey out of guilt and other such factors has allowed my request for Aesir meals to be brought from Asgard. I guess we should try you with them now."

"No, it's fine. I am accustomed to Jotnar food now. Changing from one to the other left me with cramping for a week, I don't need that on top of recovery. No, I will just eat Jotnar food, it's quite nice actually. There's this meal called Kornmjölsgröt, it's very filling and healthy, I will have some of that, and for later meals, I can have Mull."

"I fear that I have not one inkling as to what you just asked for," Eir admitted. 

"I do, I will have it brought to you." Loki rose to his feet. 

"Thank you."

"I will have word sent to Asgard that you are awake should the Allmother return and be worried. At least now she will no the worst is passed, not that it will prevent her coming to see you either before your return," Eir gave a bow and left. 

"I will have the food sent for." Loki turned to leave. 

"Thank you." Ella forced a small smile. "How is it that you were not aware of my illness's cause?"

"I have been here, so I assume, considering, it was discussed elsewhere."

"How long have you been here?"

"All the time since."

"Why?"

"It is my duty, is it not? I will get the food now." He turned and left, leaving Ella alone, looking at the door he just left through, then at Gungnir in her grasp.

*

"You look very regal with that in your hand."

Ella smiled at her father's voice. "Good thing for Thor then that the line of succession is not based on such. He looks ridiculous with it." She looked at Gungnir.

"How are you feeling? Your mother has been in the Garden of Tyrell, that is why she is not here, she has just exited it and is aware of your illness and of your recovery. As Eir calculates that you will be fit to travel in a few days, she feels it would be better for her to ready your rooms again and tend to you when you come home."

"Father..."

"Ella, do not even try. The process is all but done. It was wrong to ever make such a pact. That boy is a monster."

"He is not, he cares deeply for his people. I have seen it with my own eyes."

"Look what he did to you. He sent you into a pit of despair the likes of which most never return from, your own seidr thought you were a danger to yourself. No, there is no arguing to be done, even Laufey, for all his faults, knows you are better suited to returning to Asgard away from this mess."

"And what of the Casket?"

"The Casket being brought back here was entirely dependent on a strong alliance with Jotunheim. The future king of Jotunheim treated my daughter, the Allfather's own blood with a level of cruelty that I did not think possible, there is no debate to be had. It returns with us."

"Leave them their Casket, Papa, please. They need it. I have seen how it is bringing the realm back to life, please let them keep it."

"I cannot, after what he did…"

"He is not the realm."

"He is the king they will have, he represents the realm, terribly I might add. I told this to Thor also, a future king very much represents his realm and his rule even as a prince. Why do you think I punished him so severely after the Alfheim and Midgard incidences? He had to learn." Odin challenged. "I cannot reprimand my son for the loss of innocent life then reward that miscreant for how he almost cost yours. He does not even accept fault in it all. Not even some acknowledgement."

She could not argue that. "Please, Papa, please, don't let the realm suffer for him. Do not punish the innocent for the acts of one being. Please, I will annul the marriage, I will do anything you ask, so long as they get to keep their Casket. They need it."

Odin sighed. "I will deliberate your request, though I think it is too good for him."

"Thank you, Papa."

Outside the bedroom, in the other part of her rooms, Loki listened in shock as the woman he had treated so terribly that she almost died fought so valiantly for the Casket to remain on Jotunheim.

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BTS ASSEMBLE

The world needs superheroes, without them who would stop all the murders, rapists, thieves, alien invasions, crazy scientists? That’s where your group, Bangtan, comes into play.

BTS x Reader

Superhero AU

WARNINGS: Violence, blood, swearing, death.

Bangtan Sonyeondan. The world’s mightiest heroes. A group formed by the Korean government agency B.I.G.H.I.T, run by a man that goes by bang-PD. Each member has their abilities from natural-born powers, genes being modified, years of training, or just simply having millions of dollars.

Each superhero in the Bangtan goes by a code name to keep their identities a secret, from simple names to philosophical names with meaning behind them.

One example is the youngest member of Bangtan, Jeon Jungkook. Code-name: Spider-Man. After a bite from a radioactive spider, Jeon Jungkook gains abilities like no other. While living in the big city of Queens, New York, Jungkook uses his newfound powers to save the lives of many civilians. Super strength, Super healing, Super agility and speed, web-slinging, scaling walls, spidey-sense, and a sense of humor.

That’s not the only member, however. Let’s meet the rest, shall we?

Multi-billionaire, playboy, genius, what more can you say about a man that has almost everything and anything he could want…. Well he’s a bit of an asshole or also known as Mr. Min Yoongi. Code-name: Iron-Man. After being kidnapped and ending up with pieces of shrapnel near his heart, he built a device to not only keep the shrapnel away but also has enough energy to power a super-powered suit that he built himself. Super strength, the ability to fly, durability, and a number of weapons.

Anger, that’s one of the main things that come to mind when you think of a giant green monster with super strength who could destroy a car with just a flick of his finger. Jung Hoseok. Code-name: Hulk. After an explosion of a gamma bomb going off and getting a heavy amount of radiation, Jung Hoseok genes inadvertently inserted a series of “epigenetic switches” that turned certain genes on and off, turning him into the big green monster known as the Hulk. Superhuman strength, self-sustenance, prolonged longevity, superhuman speed, superhuman stamina, superhuman durability, and regenerative healing factor.

Frozen in ice for more than 50 years, after sacrificing himself for the sake of his country. Kim Namjoon. Code-name: Captain America. Getting a super-soldier formula and letting his body metabolize it, made him into an overpowered super soldier that allowed him to serve his country while they were at war with Germany in 1942, however, to save the country from a nuclear bomb. He sacrificed himself by flying into the arctic with the bomb. Ultimately getting frozen, only to wake up years later, enhanced agility, strength, speed, endurance, and reaction time superior to any Olympic athlete who ever competed. 

Master in the covert arts of espionage, infiltration & subterfuge. Park Jimin. Code-name: Black widow. An orphan raised to be a seductive super spy and an expert martial artist. After teaming up with another orphan named Hawkeye, he became one of B.I.G.H.I.T.’s most deadly assassins and a member of the Avengers. Even without superpowers, he is able to keep up with the others. Expert martial artist, with exceptional agility, athletic ability, and advanced weaponry including custom stun batons and bracelets capable of stunning enemies with electrical discharges.

Earth’s Mightiest Marksman, a devil-may-care attitude and mastery over one of civilization’s oldest weapons as the Avengers’ ace archer. Kim Taehyung. Code-name: Hawkeye. Orphaned at an early age, Taehyung escaped and ran away to join the circus. The youth fell under the sway of villains unknowingly and was trained to be an expert with a bow and arrow. However, after finding out the truth and being beaten, he searched for a higher purpose. 

Taehyung witnessed Iron Man in action and he decided he would join the side of justice. After joining forces with black widow, he became B.I.G.H.I.T. 's best marksman and at the very peak of human conditioning, an exceptional fencer, acrobat, and marksman.

The final member and most likely the most powerful of the group, born from gods with the ability to control thunder and wielding the mythical hammer, Mjolnir. Kim Seokjin. Code-name: Thor, son of Odin the Norse god of War and Death. Seokjin lived a lavish life in the palace of Asgard, until he was cast out to learn how to be worthy of wielding Mjolnir. After saving the lives of many, Seokjin regained his power and chose to live on earth. Only to be found by B.I.G.H.I.T. and recruited to be in Bangtan. Godlike strength, invulnerability, superhuman speed, superhuman stamina, superhuman senses, and regenerative healing factor.

All seven makeup Bangtan. 

While still being new to work alongside each other and disagreeing (a lot). They were able to work together to stop an alien invasion from destroying New York and the world.

However, they were not prepared for what was to come.

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Sounds of heavy breathing and hurried footsteps of a young man came clamping down the white pristine hall that was the base of operations for the agency of B.I.G.H.I.T.

 “MR. BANG-PD! SIR!” The young man yelled running into the main room that held the avengers and the head of B.I.G.H.I.T. all looked up at the entrance where the young man came rushing into, without seeming to realize there was currently a meeting going on.

“Soobin! What is the meaning of this? Can’t you see there is a private matter going on?” The man seems to Bang-PD.

“I-I’m sorry sir! b-but this was an urgent matter that I was told to bring to your attention  immediately.” The young gentleman stumbled out.

“Well, what was so important that it couldn’t wait?” The older man seemed to start losing his patience. 

“We found her, sir.”

“Where?”

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Life was good for you when you were young, loving parents, friends, and everything you could ask for….until you turned 18, that’s when everything went to shit.

You didn’t understand at the time what you were but you were a mutant with extraordinary power, but it  came with a price. It started when you got into an argument with one of your friends over something trivial  and all you can remember is the anger and overwhelming frustration you felt. The next thing you know your friend is up in the air, floating, gasping to breathe. Screaming out her name as though something would happen if you did. However, it didn’t, the next thing you know her neck twists at a terrifying angle, broken.

 The first thing that came to mind was a rampant mutant killed her, looking around where the mutant was, you stopped, seeing everyone in the surrounding area staring at you in shock and fear, you felt terror at the pit of your stomach. You killed her, you ended her life. 

You were the mutant.

You ran, running away from the shock, from the truth of what you did

What a horrible choice you made.

 Running towards your home rushing inside and running past your parents up the stairs and in your bedroom, locking the door you paced the room, ignoring the shouts of your worried mother asking if you were okay. Grabbing your head in stress from what just happened, looking up into the mirror only to scream in shock. Your eyes, they weren’t their usual color. No, they were now pinkish-red. Shocked you didn’t hear the sound of your parents knocking on your door until you felt your father's hand touch your shoulder. How couldn't you realize how terrible of a decision you made to come home.

“Y/N are you alright?” your father asked, the sound of car tires screeching and yells coming from outside distracted your father. He walked towards the window and as the doorbell chimed downstairs, your father glanced out the glass, only to immediately back up and yell for your mother not to open the door, it was too late.

The men came barging in, your mother raced up the stairs only to get tackled in the corridor. Your father was blinded by rage rushed towards the men only to get forced onto the ground as well. Overwhelmed with shock, the men in armor grabbed a hold of you, the feeling of handcuffs being forced upon your hand. You looked up to see your father yelling and fighting for you to be let go, saying you haven’t done anything wrong, your mother cried as she watched. A man came from behind your father and took out a nightstick, you watched as the stick lit up with a blue pulse and lowered towards your father’s neck. Letting out a yelp of pain, he was forced back onto the ground, only for a second later to try and get back up. He was shocked again and again. Time seemed to slow down everything was overwhelming as you watched your mother crying in hysteria, father being shocked over and over. All from the death of your friend that you caused. That is when you felt it again something inside of you.

That anger, the frustration everything went black

Waking up disoriented and confused, you sat up only to look back down from the feeling of something rough pushing up against your skin, dirt and chunks of wood scattered around you. Glancing up and around, you stared in fright. Your house and many others were gone, only debris and smoke left in its wake. But that’s not what caused you to start trembling.

The skeletons

The remains of what seemed to be maybe 20 lay in the mess standing up you stumbled towards a pile that was scattered close to each other. Looking down you examined the corpses closely, you don’t know what you really expected to see but this sent a pit into your stomach. They're lying in the mass, two skeletons each with a wedding band, holding hands.

You killed your parents.

Killed them.

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“Our main objective is to bring her to B.I.G.H.I.T. and interrogate her, take all necessary precautions to secure her with minimal damage to the surrounding area.”

“Namjoon-Hyung, We can’t just be like “Hey we are here to take you to a random place against your will, so come peacefully, okay?” 

Namjoon looked at Jungkook and scowled  “now is not the time to make jokes! We have a serious situation on our hands, and we don’t know how aggressive she is. She could easily take us all down if we don't take her seriously on the task on hand.” Standing off to the side in the aircraft stood the man with an annoyed look on his face, Min Yoongi. “Yoongi, calm down. We are concentrating, Jungkook now is not the time to crack fucking jokes.” Sitting in the passenger seat of the craft sat a man in Asgardian Steel, Kim Seokjin or otherwise known as Thor.

“Sorry Hyung, just trying to lighten the mood.” The young man in the Blue and red jumpsuit replied. 

Turning on the autopilot and  standing up to address the team, the war Veteran who was also the leader of the group, Kim Namjoon. “Taehyung, I want you to look out on top of the building on the corner of Jongno-gu. Jungkook, Jin, I want you two in the back alleys, if I’ve studied enough about her she will try and escape through them. Yoongi, you and I need to be on the streets. Hoseok and Jimin I need you both to stay here and be ready to jump in if things get out of control. Everyone understand?” All nodding in agreement the five of the seven moved toward the back of the ship as the door opened lowering closer towards the ground. 

“Bangtan assemble.” 

With those final words of encouragement, they jumped.

Part 1

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The Accursed’s Assassin (Part 1)- Loki x Malekith’s daughter (Dark elf!OFC)

Fic Summary: Malekith has a daughter whom he raised as an assassin to do his bidding. His daughter learns of her father’s death and decides to set her killing sights on Loki and the remainder of the ruling family of Asgard. While on Svartalfheim she catches Loki’s trail.

Word Count: 2037

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Mentions of child physical and sexual abuse

A/N: This fic takes place post TDW, but before Loki takes the throne of Asgard disguised as Odin.

Note to dearest readers: I am so wary about posting this full fic, but it just needs to be set free. This is my vulnerability showing, but I just feel like maybe something isn’t right, or it isn’t clear, or something is missing. I always want to produce high quality work for you all because I care about you all, and of course I want to continue to learn and improve in my writing. I know that it won’t always be good, but I just felt the need to say something because I don’t want to disappoint you all. None the less, thank you all for supporting me and making this so much fun for me!

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I knelt down to study an obvious blood stain on the ground, one of my leather-clad knees grazing the dark sand of my home planet-- Svartalfheim. My half gloved fingers reached out and I rubbed the blood soaked sand. The blood was old, but only by a few hours. I was getting closer. I stood, my silver hair blowing around my face, escaping my long braid, whipping softly into my eyes causing them to tear, and stroking my full lips lustfully. Though the wind filled my ears with whistling, I could still hear the soft steps of Sombra, my shadow. The black coated, male wolf my father gave to me as a balm to his harsh treatment. Sombra approached me and prodded the palm of my hand with his wet, wolf snout. I ignored him momentarily, thinking of my next move. I turned my face up to the winds of Svartalfheim for an answer, it caressed me like a proud father rubbing the moon-kissed cheek of his daughter with pride in his pale eyes.

The wind whispered to me with my father’s menacing voice, “Closer still, you almost have him now--so close to our bloody victory.” It was as if I could feel the presence of my dead father, standing too close behind me, resting his cheek next to my ear as our silver hair mingled in the wind-- the strands twisting, fighting for superiority. His sharp talons dug painfully into my skin as he clasped my shoulders, whispering to me, his lips grazing my ear, “Finish him, my child. Finish him for your father, make me proud”. I nodded, turning my head, hoping to hold his gaze again, but only the wind gripped me. You are your father’s rage, it whispered menacingly. I stepped forward knowing Sombra would follow, my footsteps inaudible on the dark sand. We made not a sound, we were but shadow and smoke as we strode toward Loki, the dying Prince of Asgard.

Have you ever watched as the light of life faded from the eyes of your enemy? Have you ever seen it recede as if you had overturned a pitcher of water and the liquid slowly trickled out until the pitcher was empty, and the water was no more? I have seen it, a thousand times over and more, and not once have I not relished in it. Not once have I not been proud as I saw my good work. Not once. My father, Malekith The Accursed trained me so. He taught me that my wolf and my bone blade are my companions, the only ones I can trust. They are both a part of me and extensions of me. Friends betray you, you can count on that. They will always let you down, but not a weapon--not a wolf. We always fulfill our purpose.

I am an assassin, a “shivarotha”, in the language of my people-- the Dark Elves. Men and women would betray my father or would become his enemies, and I was sent to carry out his unforgiving wrath. To watch them night after night, to prey upon them. It wouldn’t take long to approach unbeknownst to them and stick the blade of my bone dagger into their back. And when they fell, and they always fell, I would sit above them, straddling them to ride them out into the night as their body convulsed and they fought for their life beneath me, their throes futile against me. I would take my delicate hands with their unimaginable strength and crush their throat. I always wanted to finish them with my hands, it was more poetic this way-- or so father always said. I did what father said, and I always went where father sent me. His rage followed. I am my father’s rage. How peculiar it is now, to go where my father has not sent me. But how could he? My father is nothing more than a memory of a people that once were-- a glimmer of a dying star that’s light outshines it even after it is gone.

An eye for an eye, is it? Or better yet, a life for a life.

Odin, the King of Asgard, the Allfather. He thinks he is something special-- thinks he knows everything. You know, he gave his right eye for knowledge, but how knowledgeable is he really? I plan to put him to the test. Will he see me coming with his eye that sees without sight? Odin is a vile, corrupt ruler. He is the cancer that eats away furiously at everything it touches. The only thing left in its wake a fetid, rotting corpse.

Then there is his son Thor, the golden prodigy. He is everything he is told to be, that is our one commonality. He might be fire, more like a spark, but I am the ice that destroys all life to where no fire can be created. Thor is the to-be king, and maybe we can make that happen sooner than he thinks. For a time anyway.

Frigga, the motherly one, not much can be said for her because she is dead. Her soul sent to soar into Asgards home eternal-- Valhalla. Her kind heart made her a fool, and too trusting. She was a sorceress, and a powerful one at that, but her pity made her weak. She died by the hand of Algrim. While Algrim dealt the killing blow, her death came from my father as it was his word that forced the deed. In that way too, each of my kills is the glory of my father.

The last, and certainly not least, is Loki the Prince of Asgard. A charmer that one, arguably the most dangerous in the family. His cruelty rivals even that of mine, and his rage matches that of my father. Loki reminds me of my father, in that way. He is the one I must keep my trained eyes on, constantly. I can never be cautious enough with that one. Yet, I know Loki’s truth. He isn’t really Asgardian, not like the others. That is what makes him so dangerous-- an outsider on the inside. But to whom is he more dangerous, his own family, or me? Loki could prove useful, but one should never let a snake with poison dripping from its fangs come too close. Killing is only in their nature. As it is in mine.

Mine, they will all be mine. The ruling family of Asgard, gods said to possess immense and immeasurable power. How powerful can they possibly be when I can smite them all the same?

And who am I to bring such woe to the house of Odin? XAethera is my name. Now, look at the spelling of my name. Is there a word contained within that you may have heard before? Maybe in a dark, candlelit tavern where travelers from all around go for a bit of rest, a warm meal, and talk of the nine realms. There you sat many moons ago, in a corner cloaked in shadow. You were listening, how smart of you, and then you heard it fall from the lips of a grimey looking stranger with missing teeth, talking to his cohort across the table. As the word escaped his lips, a chill traveled down your spine. Aether.

My name rings like a bell in your memory, striking an ominous chord-- that isn’t unintentional. You are a clever one, aren’t you? So, what then is the Aether to my people? What was it that grimey old man said, and why did he stress the one word as if it had monumental black market value? Why would he have whispered it leaning across the creaking wood table, his eyes glinting as he peered at his cohort, praying no soul could hear them? The Aether is the most powerful weapon-- the most hostile that the Dark Elves possessed. The Aether is a living parasitic force of corruption that converts matter into that of dark-matter and can alter reality itself.

If I am to be truly threatening, then that would be a most fitting name. After all, a name means everything. There is power in a name. I must live up to mine, if I am to ever carry out the revenge of Malekith the Accursed.  

Sombra’s imprint on my mind alerted me that Loki the God of Lies was just up ahead, on the other side of a steep a hill. I signaled for Sombra to mimic my crouch so we could continue our stealth approach low to the ground. We both crept like silent death to the edge of the incline and peered over-- my pale red eyes scanned the gloom below.

I could see Loki’s heat signals with Sombra’s eyes. The wolves of Svartlafheim had three sets of eyes-- most of the animals that called Svartalfheim home had multiple sets of eyes as our land was shrouded in shadow. Loki was lying still on the black sands of the desert of Svartalfheim, much like a cast out corpse would be-- a corpse that has been so despicable in life that it was undeserving of an honorable burial. If not for Sombra’s vision, I would have believed the body down below was a cold, stiff corpse. While Loki was close to death, that was clear, his chest continued to rise and fall with each drowning, ragged breath.

This was so incredibly easy…I, or Sombra could end his life within a matter of seconds. There would be no tag teaming, no challenge, no scent of fear in the air. If either of us ended him now it would be a kindness.

Did Loki deserve a mercy kill? Did he deserve kindness after what he did to my father with his “brother” puppet? Never. There would be no pride in this kill and no honor. Father would be disgusted in me, and if he were still alive...Upon my return, he would pretend to welcome me with open arms, as soon as I drew in to receive his embrace he would yank me by my silver hair, dragging me down a candle-lit stone hallway full of skulls, cave lichen, stalactites and the like, down into the deepest recesses of home and chain me up to think on my failure and embarrassment to him. He would scold me for how poorly I made him look and he would use his hands like rabid dogs against me. Tearing at my flesh in more ways than one until I was bleeding and unidentifiable-- luckily, Dark Elves have an impressive wound recovery rate.

I gave a growl of frustration, clenching my jaw, and looked over to Sombra who immediately laid his enormous head on his big, wolf paws to adopt a submissive pose.

Assassinating the Prince of Asgard and avenging my father's death would have to come another day.

For now I would go reluctantly to the stranger sprawled upon the sands. I would have to nurse him back to health. He was as good as dead where he lie and if I left him what would my revenge be then? How could I make my father proud then? Once he was better, and even somewhat of a challenge, and he would always be a laughable challenge against me and Sombra at that, I would lay my blade deep into his flesh as Sombra brought him down to the ground and we would both lay waste to his tortured, corrupt soul.

I stood and rolled my shoulders to release my frustration and tension with our present circumstances.

“Knocht,” I ordered to Sombra, stay, and he lifted his head in acknowledgement.

I bounded down the hill and approached Loki-- swiftly kneeling down next to him, quiet as a creeping mist. Slowly, I extended my long fingers, my skin almost glowing in the swimming gloom. Without my permission my hand began to shake, and I placed it lightly on Loki’s chest. At the point of contact a powerful, sharp shock went through my hand, and the green eyes of the dying prince opened suddenly, and he breathed in a great gust as if he was given life for the first time.

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Too Coward for the "Coward's Way Out": Living with Passive Suicidal Ideation

TW: This article may be hard for some to read, but is intended to assist others who may be dealing with passive, or active, suicidal ideations. The following text contains details of suicidal thoughts (without intent) and mentions self harm (briefly, and without detail), in addition to depression and it’s relationship with suicidal thoughts. 

So many people label suicide as the “coward’s way out”. If that’s true, then why is it that I feel like a coward because I could never follow through? Passive suicidal ideation is defined as wishing you were dead or that you could die, but having no intention to take your own life. Whereas, active suicidal ideation means one is not only struggling with these thoughts, but may have full intention, or a plan already in place, to take their own life. Passive suicidal ideation is still a risk factor among patients with depression and suicidal thoughts, and just because you are not planning your great escape from this world now, doesn’t mean you should skip out on your therapy sessions. All that being said, it is very real, your thoughts are just as valid, and you are not alone in feeling the way that you do.

Before I continue, I would like to specify that “wishing you were dead or that you could die” isn’t a reference to how you feel waking up in the morning, before you reluctantly drag yourself to work/school, it is in reference to a very real, deep desire to stop living, that may come or go, or may stay with you incessantly, even on your best days when everything seems hunky-dory. I am specifying this, because as someone who suffers from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, the mental illnesses that myself and others suffer through daily are not meant to be #relatable, just because you like things neatly organized or hate your job/school.

My own struggle with suicidal thoughts is a plague that I can't seem to get rid of. I suffered from them long before I even knew what suicide truly was. I was about 14 when the first thought came along, and I clearly remember it. I was putting away the clean dishes and took a knife from the dishwasher. I stood there for about five minutes straight, just staring at it, and thinking that I could just slash my wrist open and the numbness I’d been feeling for weeks would all go away. I scared myself with that thought, put the knife away, and didn’t do it; I couldn’t do it, and I wouldn’t have done it. I can’t remember any other thoughts as vividly as that single instance, but sometimes they were there, and sometimes they weren’t, and every time I had them I could never bring myself to act on them.

Health care is necessary for a healthy life. In the US healthcare is expensive, whether you have coverage or not. Health Insurance, especially with Mental Health included, is hard to come by. Even if you’re one of the “lucky” ones that manages to land a job that provides it, a good plan for yourself, not to mention a whole family, can easily eat up what little bit of wages you work for, and have to live off of. In the past several years, life has been difficult for me, though it was mostly adjusting to living the independent life, learning how to pay bills, and learning how to take care of myself. Despite all of the challenges and obstacles I’ve faced in that time, I was doing pretty well. Even through the trauma of sudden death, which my family is not equipped to handle, I managed. Within the past eight months, I attempted to better my situation by leaving a toxic work environment and moving on to something new. Unfortunately, by choosing to leave that job I also left what little health coverage I had, and since have had to move on to even worse challenges and obstacles, all with untreated, depression, anxiety, body and gender dysphoria, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. If you’ve never been through that, I’ll tell you right now that it is hell, and as petty as I am, I wouldn’t wish anything I’ve been through on my worst enemies.

Factoring in all of the above, with the soul crushing feeling that your whole life and all of your freedom is crashing down around you, like an imploding dumpster fire, it really adds up. In my last few months before moving back home with Mom and Dad, something none of us want to do even if we love our parents with a fiery passion, I was at rock bottom. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but the bare minimum, which made moving day tougher than it already was, and left me feeling hopeless and drained of life. I would lay on my couch for hours, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the wall with an empty mind and heavy heart, it was the worst I had ever been, and I allowed myself to wallow in it, only making it worse.

Even now that I am home, and surrounded by the love of my family, I frequently wish I was dead. I don’t think such things only when everything is going wrong in my life, but the harder times get the more I just want all the pain to go away. I think of scenarios in which I could put myself out of my misery. I own a gun, I have access to others, and medications, not to mention every knife in the block or kitchen drawer that could easily end all of my suffering. But, why is it that despite my desires to no longer deal with life's stresses, my battle with my seemingly, ever changing, gender identity, and my unbridled hatred for the world we live in and the multitude or horrible people in it, do I refrain? Why, when it seems like the only option for peace of mind and escape from the emotions I can’t control, can I not do it? Why, when I wish for the calming embrace of death, do I fear strangers who could kill me in cold blood? Why, if I want to die, did I seek medical attention, without any health coverage, and go to the ER when I legitimately thought I was dying?

Fear of the unknown. I was raised in the Christian faith from a very young age, and was even baptized twice. My mother was raised within that same faith, and my father is an atheist. Despite my current pagan-leaning/agnostic dogma, there is a fear bread into me from childhood that I will burn in hell. Since becoming “woke”, so to say, I have completely denounced the Christian god for what he is. Despite my genuine certainty that this god does not exist, and if he does, he’s actually quite a terrible deity, because of how I was raised, I will more than likely carry that fear of denouncing him and burning in hell with me, for the rest of my life. Religion aside, and taking things from an atheistic perspective, maybe I’m just going into a hole in the ground when I die, but the thought of everything being black forever is also terrifying for me. Even though I am aware that, in this scenario, I will literally not be conscious of my own death, it is almost impossible for me to wrap my head around it, and as someone who has exhibited a very present case of FOMO all of their life, that just doesn’t fly with me. Regardless of whether we go to sit at Odin’s table in Valhalla, or up to a magic golden kingdom in the clouds where everyone is happy and wants for nothing, or we just literally kill over like a toy with dead batteries, no one actually knows until they actually die.

Fear of failure. I have had a very hard time succeeding at pretty much everything I’ve tried in life. No matter what I do, I never feel like the product is good enough. I am my own worst critic, and, on top of that, I am a rage-quitter. If I am not instantly or naturally good at something, I get bent out of shape when I mess it up, maybe I cry, then I quit, and I move on. (Though that statement doesn’t apply to absolutely everything, it applies to a pretty big chunk of things.) One of the greatest fears that keeps me from “attempting” is knowing that if I mess up, I may not recover. Some people are saved at the last minute, and depending on what you’ve done to yourself, sometimes the wounds or the manner in which you’ve attempted will mend. However, if some things are done incorrectly, i.e. putting a bullet in your brain, or a fall that just wasn’t quite big enough to kill you, you may still survive, but there could be permanent consequences such as brain damage, loss of mobility, etc. I’m sure you catch my drift. I suppose this also technically falls under fear of the unknown, because you never truly know what’s going to happen until it does. Sometimes you just have to stop and ask yourself, would you rather be depressed and fully functional to the best of your capabilities? Or depresses and handicapped, and therefore, with your anxious/depressed brain, if it works anything like mine, an even heavier burden on those around you?

Forcing others to suffer. I am very lucky to have an amazing family that is full of love. Even for those of us living a life that others may not agree with, disowning and/or not loving one another is not in our vocabulary. I am very close to my mother and my grandmother, and it would devastate them beyond comprehension. That used to be my only line of thinking, however things have happened and times have changed. Less than two years ago, we buried my grandmother’s youngest child, my mother’s youngest sister, and one of my best friends, who was more like my sister than my aunt, along with her unborn son. Even if I intended to follow through on my own suicidal thoughts, and even excluding the above reasons, I could never force my mother to bury her only child, or my grandmother to bury another grandchild. I also have an amazing SO and friends who would at least be a little devastated, as well.

I just can’t. Ignoring every other reason I have included, I just can’t do it. Despite my fear of death, failure, and hurting those I love most, I just don’t have it in me. It’s not the pain that I worry about, one could easily swallow a bunch of sleeping pills and hope to not wake up, and as much as I hate to admit it, I have physically self harmed before, way back in my teen years. I don’t know how else to explain it, other than I just can’t. I have a huge fear of missing out, if I don’t know all the details of something it will drive me nuts, and I hate surprises. Despite how great it would be to just not have to worry, and despite how hopeless I feel, there is a part of me that knows something better is coming. If I were to take my own life, there are countless things I would miss out on, things I’ve always wanted and things that I may not even know that I want yet. The future is a mystery, and I’ll never find out what it holds if I don’t have one.

Do those things make my suicidal thoughts invalid? No, and though your reasons behind your lack/full intent may differ from mine, they do not make yours any less valid, either.

I am by no means encouraging suicide, though if you ever lose your battle just know that I will never call you a coward when you’re gone. Suicide is the final side-effect of losing your battle with a very real illness, one that may not be visible to even those closest to you.

My parting wisdom is this: Whether you intend to follow through on your suicidal ideations or not, if you take your own life, you will never be around to see it get better. I know it seems hopeless, I personally feel hopeless about 95% of the time, and I know that sometimes it seems like the only escape from not only the world, but your own mind. I really do. I know it hurts, and even if I don’t know what you’re going through, or how you feel, perseverance is the answer, not death. If you are strong enough to make it this far, through all the grief and torment and suffering, then you are strong enough to build your own future. Please don’t take that away from yourself, no matter how much you may want to.

If you, or someone you love is feeling suicidal, please check thatssomental.tumblr.com/resources for a list of suicide and mental help phone lines, chats, and websites.

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do you have any headcanons about Loki's relationship with his children? His twins Vali and Narfi, Sleipnir, Hel, Fenrir, Jörmungandr... ?

Oh, tons, I’ve posted a lot about the kids between this blog and @mystarsforanempire! I’m afraid I’m a litle biased in that like, I tend to talk more about Hel, Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandr, because like... They’re the ones that live, and with whom Loki has a relationship. Narfi and Valí died before they were halfway to the equivalent of ten years old, and that is-- Hard, to write, and to talk much about, so I usually let them slide under the radar a bit.

RE: Sleipnir... They like, don’t have a relationship at all. Loki bore Sleipnir, it fucked Loki up, and they had nothing after that. Loki feels very sad about it, and quite messed up about it, but like... He kinda thinks that’s how it should be, I guess. It’s what Odin decided, it’s what happened.

Loki tries not to think about Sleipnir if he can.

So, for Hel,Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandr, like... 

Initially,Angrboða bore Hel. She’s the eldest, and she tends to be the natural commanderof the three, taking charge: she took after Loki an awful lot in her looks, with a great deal ofAngrboða’s colouring as well - even when she’s in a form that’s primarily Æsir, shetends to have a blue undertone, and her hair is very long and silk-like, muchlike Angrboða’s. Underneath the protective red lens the Jötnar have, her eyesare a soft lilac, much like Angrboða’s.

Hel is very tall foran Æsir, standing at around eight feet tall, but by the Jötnar would beconsidered quite petite – despite that, Hel is very broad at the shoulder and quitebroad at the hip, as well, with heavy muscle in her thighs and armsrespectively. She’s built very heavily, and she has a much more muscular formthan her father, taking more after her mother.

Lots of people, whenthey see Hel, immediately comment on her similarity to Loki: their facialfeatures, the shapes of their eyes, their jawlines, their cheeks, their noses,are all very similar, and ditto how pale her skin is. But when Loki looks ather? All he sees is Angrboða. The face isn’t similar, no – except for thecolour of the eyes and the set of her hair – but her body and her physicality,the very silhouette she casts, is much more like Angrboða than like Loki.

With his relationshipwith Hel, like… He really dotes on her as a child, and while he has a morenatural rhythm with Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandr (which I’ll get onto in asecond), he’d really like, connect with her in a different way? I love the ideaof him teaching her to weave and to sew – neither of these are massive thingsthat the Jötnar do, except for the weaving of silk which is only done by a handfulof elders – and to do like, a lot of other crafts that Angrboða just… Doesn’t. Angrboðais a huntress, a fisherman, a craftsman – not really a soft, stay-at-homeperson? So Loki would teach Hel to cook, as well.

And then with Jormungandrand Fenrisúlfr, Loki bore both of them, Fenrisúlfr first, and then Jormungandrthe year after.

Loki, as a very young child– before he could walk, even – spent a lot of time running around the halls of Asgard’spalace as a wolf cub, and Odin would often laugh to find him rushing underfoot,wrestling with his brother or tumbling down stairs in the cub form. The wolfwas always a very natural form to him, so much so that a handful of identitieshe has across the universe are held in a canine form instead of an Æsir one: itwas no especial surprise, to bear a wolf instead of a man. And for Jormungandr,even less so – Loki has always enjoyed being a snake, and has spent years in such a form, naturallyinclining himself to that easy, boneless way of movement.

So, like, I can’t stressenough how delighted Loki was to have these children, children that Odin andthe Council of the Gods would later decry as “monstrous”: it felt as natural tohim as anything to have children that weren’t visibly Æsir, and he adored them.

Loki felt connected toFenrisúlfr and Jormungandr in a way he never had to anybody before – as they grew older, he would wrestle with them inthe sands or in the water of the island Angrboða and Loki lived on, and the twoof them were very naturalshapeshifters. Both Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandr especially shapeshifted a lot inthe womb, and as that had happened a little bit even with Sleipnir, Loki cameto expect that as a very natural part of bearing children. Bearing Sleipnir wasreally traumatic and horrific the entire way through, but Fenrisúlfr andJormungandr were a much more positive experience, and made him a lot morecomfortable, you know?

So like… Yeah.Fenrisúlfr and Loki were always a little bit confrontational – Fenrisúlfr wouldbe told around ten thousand times a day (modest estimation) how much Lokiadored him and was proud of him, but the two of them would often argue. Notover anything important, but over really stupid shit – chess, once Fenrisúlfrwas old enough to play, but mostly over bedtimes, rules, stuff like that. IfLoki had been able to stay with them until they were adolescents, they wouldprobably argue about philosophy and politics and economics – much likewrestling when Fenrisúlfr was strong enough to throw Loki around, Loki wouldsee Fenrisúlfr’s aggression as a hugely positive thing? Like, he’d be proud ofhis son for standing up to him, for not agreeing with him about whatever, andhe’d be delighted when Fenrisúlfr beathim.

For all that, like… Fenrisúlfrand Loki would be very physically affectionate with each other too – a littlebit aggressive, a little rough-and-tumble, but like, Loki would ruffle hishair, would grab him up off the floor to hug him (or vice versa), et cetera.

Jormungandr, like… Isa lot less aggressive, as a whole. For Loki, watching Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandrwas always, for him, something that like, felt much like watching him playingwith Thor, but from the outside. Like, the wolf and the snake – one proud, andaggressive, and commanding, and the other more slick, more sarcastic, but noless aggressive when pressed.

Loki, out of thethree, definitely saw Jormungandr as the most similar to himself, and like,Loki would just… I think he’d be very aware of that and always try to lavishextra attention on him? Not to show favouritism, but simply to make sure henever feels overshadowed by his siblings, to make sure he was able to be asconfident as Fenrisúlfr, but in a different way, you know?

Yeah, like. When theywere taken away from him, they were at most like, the equivalent of ten, eightand seven. They weren’t even teenagers, and they saw their mother slaughteredin front of them, while each of them were bound in separate fetters and thrownto the ends of the universe. It’s so fucked up.

And then… Narfi andValí—

So, like. Sigyn boreboth of them, and like… So, Sigyn was a sorcerer in her own right, but I seeher as a more traditional sorcerer: she uses spells and enchantments, ratherthan just fucking frying her body with raw magic like Loki does (because Loki’sa moron). (Amora does a mix of both).

Narfi and Valí bothhad the potential to use magic, lateron, but neither of them were chockful of the stuff like the children of Lokiand Angrboða were, and none of them were shapeshifters. It felt… A little unnatural,the entire time, for Loki to settle with them. They didn’t always feel likethey were his own children – he loved them, but he always felt like he wasplaying something of an imposter in his own life, and to be fair, he was playinga character the entire time.

Sigyn never really metLoki as Loki until a century aftertheir children were killed, and so like, Loki with the kids was always stuntedand strange feeling, because like… Those were his children, but he wasn’t him. He was always as loving with themas he could be, and he’d spend basically all the time with them that he could,reading to them, showing them spells or taking them for walks.

But there was a limitto what he was permitted as a father –he’d be expected to keep a little more distance as a paternal figure, whichwould honestly fuck him up a little, and there’d always be difficulty.

Valí was always alittle bit more aggressive, and Narfi was like… Quiet. A soft soul, poetic: heliked books and paint and new flowers, whereas Valí would often enjoy like,stepping on each to piss his brother off. Valí wasn’t necessarily cruel, but hecertainly didn’t mind making his brother cry if it meant more attention, and Ithink Valí was always like, naturally somebody who’d throw his younger brotherdown. For Loki, like, that was very difficult, especially as somebody whoalways struggled under Thor, even when Thor wasn’tintentionally horrible, like Valí often was?

He’d try to be gentlewith them both, but it was more and more difficult as Valí grew older and was justgetting nastier, and where Narfi – naturally quite a shy boy, and not a mischief-makerat all – would just… take it. Hewouldn’t even try to get even the smallest revenge: he’d just take it.

And that fucked Lokiup.

They were theequivalent of six and five when Valí was turned into a wolf, to devour Narfi,and then be killed and skinned himself. Like. They were babies, they were stillyoung, young children.

It fucked Loki up.Shattered him.

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Five reasons why Tony is more of a villain in the MCU than Loki

1.) Kill count.

Pure and simple, Tony has a higher human kill count than Loki does.

Loki is responsible for summoning the Chitauri army to New York, and thus all the deaths caused by that.

We are told in Avengers that “he killed eighty people in two days,” and shown in Civil War that the kill count from the battle for New York is seventy-four, (although some of those deaths were shown to be caused by the Hulk).

This makes Loki’s total 154 people.

In canon, Loki is punished for this by being sent back to Asgard in chains and imprisoned there.

Tony is responsible for creating Ultron and unleashing him on the world, and therefore is responsible for all of the deaths that Ultron caused. Now, we are never given a specific number on the people that Ultron killed while resource gathering for his big hit, but we know that there were at least three significant ones. The civilian death count from Sokovia was shown in Civil War to be one hundred and seventy seven, and we know that Pietro died there as well.

Looking ONLY at the Ultron fallout, Tony’s total is up at 181 people.

27 more than Loki.

Now, I could count all of the people Tony killed in the first Iron Man movie even though a good number of them were terrorists, however that gets into a bit of a moral grey area. For the record, however, there were about forty kills shown on screen for this category.

There were also a number of deaths caused by Tony’s fist-fight with the Hulk in Johannesburg, however I don’t currently have a clear number for that, so we’ll pass on those kills for now.

There are an additional fifty nine kills that Iron Man makes on screen in the other movies, whether it be blowing people up, smashing them through walls, or firing a repulsor into their face at full power.

Additionally, I could go into detail about all the people killed by Tony’s weapons when he was selling them to make his billions, but that would take me far too long to total up, and many of the fans will argue about which ones he did and did not sell himself. (Though in the end he technically signed off on all of them, so really, if he didn’t read the paperwork, it’s still gross negligence, and it’s still on his head...)

Keeping in mind that Tony’s creation of Ultron behind his teammates’ backs was the cause of 181+ deaths...If we then include all of the other human casualties that Tony has caused, his total is 280 people.

126 more murders than Loki.

In canon, Tony is excused for all of these deaths without question.

2.) He ratted out Clint’s secret family

Loki brainwashed Clint in the first Avengers movie, and spent half the film inside his head, poking around through his deepest darkest secrets.

He knows everything about Clint.

And yet, Loki never once uses Clint’s family as a bargaining chip against him. In fact, he never tells a soul about Clint’s family.

It would have been the perfect bargaining chip - the ultimate “do what I say OR ELSE” - and Loki never touches it. He sees that this man has a wife and two kids that he wants to keep safe, and has gone to such extreme lengths to make it happen, and he decides to let Clint’s family stay a secret, even when Clint comes back to himself and is fighting against Loki.

The others find out about Clint’s family in Age of Ultron. Clint brings Tony and the others back to the farm in AoU to get them off the radar, trusting the secret of his family to his teammates so he has somewhere safe for the Avengers to stay for a while as they regroup.

In Civil War, at the Raft, Tony mentions in front of everyone that Clint has “a wife and kids” to berate Clint for showing up to help Steve fight the super soldiers. Tony knows that Scott and Sam weren’t there in AoU and probably don’t know about Clint’s family. Additionally, he reveals this information while knowing that Ross and the UN security guards are actively listening in, looking for something to hold over their prisoner’s heads - he scrambles their sound feed a moment later to convince Sam that it’s safe to tell him where Steve went.

Tony knowingly and intentionally reveals the existence of Clint’s wife and kids - putting them all in grave danger - for the sake of punishing Clint for picking what he feels is the wrong side of an argument.

3.) Daddy Issues Are an Explanation - Not an Excuse

Now, neither of them had stellar fathers.

Howard was always distant and busy, and was said to have been too absorbed with his work to take time to “say he loved me to my face” to Tony.

Odin slaughtered Loki’s race, found him abandoned in the rubble, and took him home in disguise as a kind of war prize, letting him believe that he was truly his son until it came down to who would inherit the kingdom, where he chose a (then) inept and bull-headed Thor over a calm and competent Loki for no apparent reason other than favoritism.

Loki blames Odin for his fall from grace, because everything he did was to prove himself to a father that was never even going to consider putting him on the throne. But that’s where it ends.

All of his other mistakes he blames on himself or his nature. He is the monster that parents warn children about, so it makes sense that he would act the part of the monster. (And even then, it’s only for a short while, until he is able to grow past his issues and get his act back together in Thor 2 to help out. He’s still a bit mischievous and a touch backstabbing, but at this point it’s a personality trait, and he always winds up coming around to the side of good in the end.)

Tony blames every mistake he makes on “Howard’s A+ Parenting,” refusing to take responsibility because not getting along with his father while growing up is apparently a valid excuse for the constant bad life choices of a 40-something year old man. He never grows out of this either, and makes no attempts to move on. It is his go-to “get out of jail free” card. “My father never loved me, therefore everything awful I just did is excused.” “Maybe if I’d gotten more attention from my father, I’d be better at dealing with Peter, or being a team player, or not treating Pepper like garbage.”

4.) Knowingly Endangering the Lives of His Allies

In the first Avengers movie, when they’ve all gathered together aboard the hellicarrier for the first time, we find out that Banner is essentially a bomb waiting to go off in the form of the highly-destructive Hulk - a bomb that is triggered by Banner getting mad or startled or threatened.

So naturally, what is the first thing that Tony Stark does, while on an enclosed airborne ship with hundreds of innocent people and his allies?

He purposely tries to set off the Hulk by prodding at Banner with sharp and electrified things, just to see how good a hold Banner has on it.

Tony actively tries to set off the Hulk, knowing full well that it may cause the deaths of many if not all of the people on board the craft, and he doesn’t give a damn.

For another example, Tony gets drunk in the iron man suit and starts shooting things.

At a party.

With hundreds of people packed into a tiny space.

Now it could be argued that he was having an emotional breakdown at the time because he thought he was dying, however that’s like trying to excuse someone bringing a loaded machine gun into a crowd because “they were  under a lot of stress at the time.”

It’s not excusable.

It’s selfish.

It’s saying ‘my method of coping with my problems is more important than the lives of everyone else.’

In the process of this, he nearly winds up killing Rhody.

And, to further prove that he has no regard for his allies:

He invites a man with a known grudge against him to “hit me with your best shot, here’s my address” and almost gets Pepper killed as collateral. He also turns on Steve at the drop of a pin at the end of Civil War, and tries to kill him, and Bucky as well, until Steve is forced to manually power down his suit. Tony is also firing live explosives at Clint and Wanda in the airport battle (of a large enough caliper that Clint stops to shield Wanda from the giant chunks of debris falling around them cause he’s afraid she’s going to get hurt) and has his repulsors at a high enough charge that he puts a giant hole in solid asphalt from 90 yards away while firing at Clint. He also shoots Sam Wilson point blank in the face with his repulsors for failing to take the shot that knocked Rhody from the sky, despite the fact that Sam risked his life nosediving to save Rhody without any armor to protect him at all and has previous trauma from watching a flight partner lose their life from being shot out of the sky.

Tony has no loyalty to his allies, and sees them all as expendable so long as it suits him at the time.

To quote The Avengers: Steve: “You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.” Tony: “I think I would just cut the wire.”

Loki, on the other hand, tends to switch sides a lot, but he always stays true to the side he’s currently on, and never knowingly endangers his allies.

The people he brainwashes in Avengers aren’t used as cannon fodder - they are kept safe and protected while they do his work for him, and he personally sees to it, to the best of his abilities, that they are not harmed or captured by SHIELD or the Avengers.

In Thor 2 he teams up with his brother and stays loyal to him, helping protect Jane through the length of the film, including two scenes where he shields her with his own body and another where he almost gets himself killed while trying to take out the baddie.

In Thor 3, Loki returns to what he’s pretty sure is going to be a death match with his big sister in order to save the people of Asgard, even though most of them view him with nothing but scorn, and even tries to offer his brother a way out of the arena despite the fact that it will endanger his position with the Grandmaster and potentially put him at risk.

Loki is incredibly loyal to his allies, and wouldn’t ever actively try to harm any of them, regardless of grudges, if they are working on the same team.

5.) Committed Genocide

At the end of The Avengers, the UN sends a nuclear warhead at New York to prevent the spread of the alien attack, and Tony redirects that nuke up through the wormhole as a convenient way to dispose of it.

Once through the wormhole, he aims it at the home ship of the aliens before letting it go and allowing himself to fall back to the safety of earth a few seconds before the Avengers close off the portal.

The nuke hits the ship, and every alien immediately drops dead.

No matter where they are, no matter the fact that they’re galaxies away or possibly in different realms, every single alien drops dead the minute that ship is destroyed.

Their species no longer exists.

Down to the last male, female, and infant on every planet in every galaxy in all of the universe, Tony Stark has effectively wiped them from existence.

His reaction to this? 

The closest counterpoint I have to this is at the end of Thor, when Loki makes a final play to win his father’s favor by trying to finish his brother’s quest to wipe out the Frost Giants - what he mistakenly believes is the final goal for the King of Asgard.

Unlike his brother, however, he plans on doing so by using the Bifrost to tear their world apart.

Thor stops him by shattering the Bifrost, and in the resulting explosion Thor and Loki are both nearly thrown into space, Odin showing up in the nick of time to grab hold of Thor’s foot.

Loki pleads with his father that he was only trying to do what he felt was his job as upcoming King:

To which his father simply responds “No, Loki.”

And at this - realizing that he nearly wiped out a species because of his own mistakes and ambition - he lets himself fall into the depths of space instead of allowing his brother to save him.

And so, given the above points as well as the fact that Tony always seems to weasel out of all of the consequences for his actions whereas Loki has been punished and imprisoned multiple times for his similar transgressions, I believe that Tony Stark is far more of a villain in the MCU than Loki ever was, or will be.

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Gætir (15)

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x platonic!Reader

Word Count: 4,107

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A/N: I KNOW THIS IS LIKE A WEEK LATE, i’M SORRY. I had a bit of writer's block and to step away for awhile. But now it’s here, and the story is done, so I just wanted to thank everyone for reading! Your comments and support mean a lot to me! I really hope you enjoyed this story. (But don’t worry, many Marvel fics have yet to be written.)

Chapter Fifteen:

The wind blew hard, and the snow fell heavily. It was quiet, but the air was filled with panic as the quinjet landed on the many feet of snow and ice. Niflheim was always cold. Thor knew that.

But without you with him, he felt a lot colder.

Thor picked you up from the medbay table and headed straight for the exit, Bucky at his side and the team close behind. The guards outside the castle doors were gripping their swords tight but relaxed when they saw Thor. “Son of Odin? What is happening?”

“It’s Y/N. She’s hurt.”

The guards immediately took action. The castle doors were thrown open, the guards shouting for Nicholas and for a healer. Every drop of blood that hit the ground let off a bit of steam, the warmth of her blood reacting against the ice cold floor.

Nicholas came rushing down the stairs. The worry in his eyes only grew when he saw his niece, limp in Thor’s arms. “What happened? Is she alive?”

“Eskil happened,” Bucky said. “Our doctor can’t do much without knowing you guys’ anatomy.”

Nicholas nodded as the doctor approached with a stretcher. Something similar to an IV was wheeled alongside them but was much more advanced than any of them had ever seen. Thor placed your body on the stretcher, and you were immediately wheeled away with the doctor and other healers surrounding you. Thor tried to follow behind, but Nicholas held him back. Giving the god a stern look, Nicholas told him to wait. “The healers cannot do their job with you questioning their every move. I promise you she is in good hands.”

“That’s good,” Bucky said. “Because there’s someone else that needs help.”

“Someone else?” Nicholas asked.

Bucky led Nicholas onto the quinjet, past the many heroes he did not recognize, to the containment unit where Melody sat. She stared blankly at the glass, even as Bucky and Nicholas stood before her. Although her eyes were void of any emotion, Nicholas recognized her immediately. “Is that…?”

“Melody. Your other niece.”

—

Alone.

That’s how it’s always been for you. And you were used to it.

However, when you opened your eyes, you weren’t alone. You were thankful for that.

You looked at Thor, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept next to your bed. You bit back a smile at the sight of him using his red cape as a blanket. You turned your head and saw Bucky in a similar slumped position, his arms crossed over his chest as his steady breaths resulted in quiet snores. It was then that you realized they were still dressed in their suits.

And everything came back to you at once. Eskil, the fight, literally being stabbed in the back.

You felt a panic rise up in your chest as you looked down at your body, quickly realizing that you could be, and probably were, paralyzed. You took a deep breath and tried to wiggle your toes. It wasn’t much, but you sighed in relief when you felt them move against each other.

You sat up slowly, your muscles still sore and tense. You glanced quickly at the raw scars on the palms of your hands before pulling at the thick wires connected to your arm. When they fell, they hit Thor’s arms, but he remained asleep. After the wires were out, you planted yourself softly on the floor, the tile cold and slick under your feet.

You glanced once at the sleeping super soldier and then at the Asgardian before quietly leaving the room. You walked around slowly, your strength and stamina still very low. Your hand stayed on the wall as you practically limped.

Then, a sign caught your eye. No entry without official clearance until further notice. And, of course, that meant you had to go in. Who’s gonna stop me?, you thought. I’m technically royalty or something.

You stepped in and quietly closing the door behind you. When you turned, you gasped, the sharp intake of air almost knocking you off your feet. The silence was filled with the padding of your feet as you slowly walked up to the glass.

Your sister was there. Asleep.

She looked much more peaceful as she slept. Less controlled, more natural. More like she was as a child. Her eyebrows were bunched together, signaling that she was probably having a nightmare. You placed your hand on the glass as you wished there was something you could do to help.

“Y/N.”

You turned your head and saw Thor, standing in the doorway. You were suddenly nervous that he was angry with you, an emotion you weren’t familiar with. “I was just looking for the bathroom.” You lied.

Thor ignored your statement and pulled you to his chest as he leaned down to press a long, sweet kiss on your lips. You cupped his scruffy cheeks and pulled him closer, your lips moving lovingly against each other. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, “No, you weren’t.”

“Should I go?”

Thor turned, giving you a perfect view of Bucky leaning in the doorway with a sleepy smirk on his lips. You let out a chuckle and allowed your head to rest on Thor’s shoulder. “So much for not telling anyone.”

“I won’t tell anyone, doll,” Bucky said with a small smile. He made his way to the other side of you, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You grabbed his hands and squeezed, silently putting all of his doubts to rest, “Thanks, Metalhead.”

“Fucking Sam.” He muttered. He shook his head and headed towards the door. “I’ll let the others know you’re awake.”

“Thank you, Barnes.” Thor nodded.

“So if you guys are gonna make out some more, do it now.”

“Thank you, Bucky!” You stressed, urging him to leave.

Thor chuckled as the door closed, leaving the two of you with Melody. You took a moment to look around, realizing it didn’t look like any prison or hospital you knew. “Where are we? How long have I been out?” You asked.

“Niflheim.”

Your eyes widened, “Niflheim?”

“There was only so much Dr. Banner could do without knowing how your body works. I called Strange, and he made a portal to get us through.”

“You think he’s sick of you yet?” You joked.

“Probably.” Thor laughed.

A short silence followed as you watch him deep in thought. He repeatedly ran his thumb over the scar on your right palm. He tilted his head, “Do you remember what you said to me before you went unconscious?”

“About you believing in me?” You asked. “I meant that. But I was thought I was dying, so don’t expect it again.”

Thor chuckled but looked you in the eye. “I did more than believe in you, Y/N.”

“I know you did.” You smiled. “I did, too.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you once more, shorter this time. You smiled as he started to place peck after peck on your lips, feeling happier than you had in God knows how long. “Don’t tell anyone though.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my love.”

—

After another day, you were back on your feet, your only remaining injuries being the healing cuts spread throughout your body. You walked with Nicholas through the palace of Elders, wearing one of your mother’s old dresses. “You’ve done well, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” You said. “It’s what Mom would’ve wanted.”

“Of that, I am sure.”

As you stood at the top of the staircase, you looked at the painting of your mother that Nicholas finally decided to put up for the entire Gætir to see. Looking at her, you saw so much of yourself and your sisters. “What about Melody?”

Nicholas nodded, “I’ve talked to the healers. They ran some tests and believe that her condition is reversible, but it’ll take some time.”

“How much time?”

“Two earth years.” He hesitated. “Maybe three.”

You took a deep breath at hearing the results. You were happy that you were going to get your sister back, of course. It was the waiting for two to three years that made you stressed, but you knew she was in the best care. “Can I come visit her sometimes?”

“Of course. You’re welcome here at any time. We’re your family.” Your uncle smiled. He turned to you, “Actually, you should know that by law, you are the next to become the Head of the Gætir. You could stay. And, if you so choose, we could start the training process.”

You never thought about staying in Niflheim before, but his proposition caused you to reevaluate your decision. Part of you wanted to become the head of the Gætir, to protect the six realms from people like Eskil. You wanted to do everything your mother didn’t get the chance to do.

But when you looked down at the team who waited for you at the bottom of the stairs, and when you looked at Thor, you knew you couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” You told him. “If you ever need me, you know where I’ll be. And I will come visit every chance I get. But Hydra is the organization who killed my dad, and the best way for me to take them down is with those guys.”

You both chuckled as Tony accidentally knocks over a bowl, hurrying to pick it up when it clatters on the floor. The others scold him for it, but Thor shakes his head, laughing quietly. When he sees you, he smiles warmly, tying your stomach in knots.

“Is that the only reason?” Your uncle asked with a knowing smile.

You looked at Nicholas who then nodded his head towards Thor, causing a wave of heat to spread up your neck. “I’m, uh, taking your advice.” You watched Thor as he talked to Steve, nodding to yourself. “I’m leaning into it.”

He smiled, “Good.”

“Yeah. It is.”

“But if he ever hurts you, he’ll be as dead as Eskil.”

“Nicholas—“

“I do not care if he is the son of Odin—“

“I’ll be fine.” You assured him. “Besides, you know I can handle myself.”

Nicholas watched you walk down the stairs and greet the team. He waved when his niece bid him goodbye from the door. He shook his head as you and Thor shared a small kiss behind the rest of the group. Just like her mother, he thought.

—

1 ½ years later

“You were supposed to come straight back from the mission.” Tony scolded you as you exited the quinjet.

“I sent you the information you need.” You said. “I wanted to visit my sister.”

“Well, you could’ve told me that. You’re the newest Avenger; you can’t just run off with advanced technology.”

“Parker does it all the time!”

“Peter’s also, like, twelve. You know better.”

You rolled your eyes as you took the paperwork he handed you. That was your least favorite part of doing missions; having to log all the information into the system. Tony gave you a small smile as you started thumbing through the papers, “How is Melody?”

You looked up, your brows raised. Much of your relationship with Tony included sarcasm and banter, so you were always a bit surprised when he was genuinely concerned. “She’s good. She can talk now. Finally getting some of her memories back.”

“And the trigger words?”

“Still there.” You nodded. “But now, she puts up a fight.”

“Just like her sister.”

You bit back a small smile while staring at the paperwork. Caring about people and showing emotion was new for you. You fought the idea that it was a weakness rather than a strength.

“Is that a smile I see?” Tony teased.

“Eat me, Stark.”

“Sure, whatever. Just have that paperwork in by the end of the week.”

You waved him off as you walked out of his office. Strolling down the hall, you groaned at the feeling of the heavy papers in your hand. You knew you’d probably have it done within the next day or two, given you didn’t get distracted by anything. From the end of the hall, you heard a familiar chuckle. Bucky smirked at you, “I know that sound. You have paperwork.”

“Do you wanna do it for me?”

“No way.” He stopped as he approached you. “I’ve still got paperwork from the Russian mission from two weeks ago.”

“It was worth a shot.” You shrugged.

You and Bucky had become much closer in the last year and a half. You’d go on missions, train, and even just hang out together. You were happy to say he was one of your best friends, something you never thought you’d have. “By the way, someone is here to see you.”

You tried hard to bite back a smile, but your lips betrayed you, turning upwards in a wide grin. “Where is he?”

“Your level.” Bucky smiled. He was glad that you’d found some happiness after years of pain and heartbreak. He joked, “Try not to be so loud.”

You punched his shoulder hard, making him groan and bring his metal hand up to it. You said a quick goodbye before all but sprinting to the elevator. When it finally arrived, you pressed the button to your floor about five times before the doors finally closed and headed up. Your heart was beating faster than you’d like to admit, but you were grateful for it. It’d been years since you felt anything other than anger and sadness, and now you were here.

The doors opened too slowly for your liking, but you resisted the urge to use your strength to make them open faster. You left your paperwork on the side table as an all too familiar scent hit your nose. You sighed calmly as you followed the smell to the kitchen.

When the scent became strong, you leaned in the doorway and watched him work, his back facing you as he placed a few trays in the oven. You hadn’t seen him in six months. He had been attending to Asgardian business. (“Asgard may not physically exist, but I am still my people’s king. I must see to their needs.”) He went to visit many of his people in their new homes across Earth in addition to visiting Asgardian allies on other planets. All that meant, you hadn’t seen him in person for six months.

So seeing him in your kitchen wearing an apron with a bit of chocolate smeared across his arm, and the scent of cookies filling the room, you couldn’t be happier.

“I’ve been told that staring is impolite on this planet.”

You chuckled as Thor turned around to look at you, realizing that he’d known you were there the whole time. “How did you know I was standing here?”

“I heard the quinjet dock and figured it was only a matter of time.” He grinned as you walked up to him. “Also, you breathe very loudly.”

“I do not!”

He laughed at your retort, “Come here.”

Thor pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly. He had to lean down a bit on account of his height, but he simply nuzzled into your neck and took in your scent. He almost sighed at the scent of your shampoo; he didn’t realize how much he had really missed you. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that the entire time he was gone, he’d just been dreaming of that moment. The moment he’d finally have you back in his arms. “I missed you.” He said, his voice muffled.

“I missed you, too.” You said quietly. “But—”

“Don’t tell anyone.” He pulled away with a smirk. “I know the drill.”

You still hadn’t told the rest of the team about your relationship, but Thor was okay with that. To him, it really just meant he had you all to himself. The only person that knew was Bucky, so you knew the secret was safe. You just weren’t sure you were ready for other people to know that you cared about someone who wasn’t yourself, Bucky, or your sister. Being the stoic one was part of who you’d been for most of your life; you didn’t know how to give that up.

“Of course you do.” You leaned in to kiss him gently, and he hummed contently. When you pulled away, he whined lowly and asked for another, saying he missed kissing you. You chuckled and kissed him again before hopping on the counter, “You’re a giant baby.”

“Only for you, my love.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness as he stood between your legs. “So what are the cookies for? Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

He deadpanned you as you picked up a cookie. “Are you serious?”

“What?”

“Do you know what day it is?”

“No.” You bit into the cookie and moaned at the taste. “How are you so good at baking cookies?”

“Y/N, it’s your birthday.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you checked the date on your phone. Sure enough, it was midnight on your birthday. You didn’t realize how much time you’d spent in Niflheim with your sister. You thought it’d only been a day or so, but it’d been an entire week. You still had to get used to how time worked in Niflheim.

“Hm.” You said. “I didn’t realize how long I’d been in Niflheim.”

“You went to Niflheim?” Thor asked as he ate one of the smaller cookies. “How’s your sister?”

“Good. She said she wants to see you.” You smiled. “Well, her memory’s not all that great still, so she said she wanted to see Thunder-Man. I’m assuming that’s you.”

Thor let out a loud laugh at your sister’s new nickname. He’d been very supportive when it came to Melody. He visited when he could and made sure to keep tabs when he couldn’t. Melody wasn’t exactly sure who he was to you, but she knew he’d never hurt you. So she liked him. “I’ll go with you next time you visit.”

“Good.”

Thor stared at you as you bit into your second cookie, mesmerized by your every move. Your skin was cold under his palm, but he’d gotten used to the feeling. It may not have been a warmth that he’d experienced with other women, but it was familiar. It was home now.

When you realized he was staring at you, you looked up at him playfully. “I’ve been told staring is impolite on this planet.” You mocked.

“I don’t talk like that.” He chuckled, pinching your side. “I just missed you is all.”

You placed your hand on his stubbly cheek, stroking up and down with your thumb. “I missed you, too, big guy.”

Suddenly, you were distracted by the chocolate on his arm that you’d seen earlier. You took your finger and wiped it off, Thor’s brow wrinkled in confusion. He rolled his eyes when he realized it was chocolate that had stolen your attention. You licked the chocolate off your finger, making quiet noise at the sweet taste on your tongue.

Thor’s grip tightened ever so slightly on your thighs, one eyebrow raised, “If you keep that up, I’ll be eating more than cookies tonight.”

“That wasn’t my intention, but I’m game if you are.”

Thor swept you off the counter with a growl as you laughed at his eagerness. As clothes were stripped and quiet noises filled your bedroom, it was needless to say that you’d started your birthday the best way you knew how.

—

“Alright, what am I here for?”

“Can’t we just call a meeting?”

“No.”

The team called you for a meeting, one that wasn’t on your schedule. Clint picked you up in the quinjet where everyone was already waiting. It seemed to you that they all knew something you didn’t, so you eyed them suspiciously. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Steve chuckled.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but stop it right now.”

“We’re not doing anything.” Tony shrugged. “Just wishing the newest member of the Avengers a happy birthday.”

Suddenly, confetti was being thrown at you and a party whistle was loud among the shouts of congratulations and happy birthday. You remembered that today was also the day you were introduced to the public as an official member of the Avengers. You had a tiny smile on your lips as you pulled a piece of confetti from your hair. “You guys are dumb.”

“Uh, you’re welcome,” Thor said jokingly.

“You know, you could’ve just called to tell me that.” You told them. “Or caught me in the hallway. We all live in the same building.”

“We’re taking you somewhere,” Clint called from the pilot’s seat.

“You know I hate surprises.” You glared at each of them.

Bruce shook his head, “You’ll like this one.”

About an hour later, the quinjet landed, and you were allowed to exit the aircraft. Bucky was in front of you, leading you, as Thor placed his large hands over your eyes and insisted that it was necessary. A minute or two of walking went by before they stopped you. “Are you ready?” Bucky asked.

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.”

You sighed, a sarcastic tone following it, “Fine, I’m ready.”

Thor removed his hands from your eyes, and you squinted, the sunlight catching you off guard. You focused on what was in front of you and gasped at the sight.

Tombstones.

There was for each member of your family. Harmony, your mom, and your dad. Each one was customized, an image related to each of them under their names. Harmony had a guitar, which you were teaching her to play. An Erlenmeyer flask was carved under your father’s name. And under your mother’s, a sword; the exact same one your Uncle Nicholas had given you.

There used to be a time when you swore you’d never cry in front of the Avengers, but the longer you looked at them, the more tears filled your eyes.

“You always said they deserved better.” Thor smiled. “Stark paid for the plots and commissioned the tombstones.”

Bucky smiled sadly, “I tried to find the bodies, but Hydra and Eskil—“

“Cremated them.” You said quietly. “I know.”

Bucky nodded. “And Thor carved the symbols into the stones. It was really all his idea.”

You turned around to face him, the tears finally falling. “You did this?”

“Well, not alone.” He answered with a shy shrug. “I just wanted to give you something special for your birthday, and you always said you wished your family had gotten the respect they deserve, so I—“

Thor wasn’t able to finish because you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as the tears fells. You whispered a thank you in his ear as he held you close and rubbed up and down your back. At that moment, you didn’t care that the team was watching from the quinjet, or that you were crying like a baby. You’d finally gotten the one thing you’d been searching for.

Closure.

And it was Thor that gave you the last piece of it with this birthday present.

You’d lost your family in a tragedy, but their memory was finally being honored. Being respected. And it reminded you that you have something to live for now. Melody, Thor, Bucky, Nicholas, the team. You had so much to live for and to care about, and you never thought you’d get that chance. The chance to be truly happy.

You pulled away for a moment to look Thor in the eyes, “I love you.”

His eyes widened as a short, breathless laugh left his lips, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You laughed through your tears.

“I love yo—”

Thor couldn’t finish his sentence as you pressed your lips against his, but you knew how he felt. You were in love with him. He was in love with you. And you didn’t care who knew. Hell, you wanted people to know. You wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

Love was something you never gave yourself a chance to experience. Now, as it turns out, love was really the best thing that ever happened to you.

Back on the quinjet, Steve leaned over to Tony and Natasha, “I told you she’d kiss him.” Natasha rolled her eyes and gave him a ten. Tony grumbled while slapping two twenties in his hand.

“The one day she decides to do PDA,” Tony mumbled.

“Oh, shut up.” Steve chuckled. “She’s in love.”

And in love, you were.

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What Heroes Do: Chapter Nine

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We carried Loki up to Val’s room, and I anxiously avoided talking to her. I opted to stay with Loki while she searched for Thor, but she insisted on keeping him tied to a chair in her absence.

“I am not having him escape on me.” she said. “Make sure he doesn’t leave. I’m done forgetting, if I’m going to die, it’s going to be defeating Hela, murderous hag that she is.”

She left in a huff, leaving me and an unconscious Loki sitting alone.

It seemed to take Loki forever to recover consciousness, groaning about his head hurting. I gave him a kiss, causing him to smile.

“I should have known you’d follow us.” he said, “And while it was certainly reckless, I’m glad that you did. Where is she now? Can you let me out?”

“I can’t help you, she took the key with her. She left to go find Thor and Hulk.” I replied, “She’s ready to go face Hela now. She said that she was done trying to forget what happened. I only hope that it’s not too late.”

“Hela is incredibly powerful.” Loki said, “You saw what she did to Thor’s hammer! I don’t think it would be safe for you to go.”

“Nothing in this universe is ever really safe.” I replied. “But I have some skill, some ability to help. What kind of person would I be if I were to stand by and do nothing when I could be helping innocent people? Even if I lose my life, it would all be worth it to know that one child, one desperate mother, made it to safety because of that sacrifice.”

The door opened behind me, Thor and Valkyrie walking in with Dr. Banner, who was no longer in Hulk form.

“Surprise.” Loki said, watching the group come in.

Thor picked up a cup, throwing it at Loki. “Ow.” Loki said as it bounced off of his head.

“Just had to be sure.” Thor explained, following Val over to the other side of the room.

“Hello Bruce.” Loki said, Dr. Banner looking both scared and uncomfortable as he followed Thor.

“So, last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everybody.” Bruce said, “Where are you at these days?”

“It varies from moment to moment.” Loki teased, smirking as Bruce’s facial expression was washed with terror.

I punched Loki in the arm, “What was that for?”

“Just a little bit of fun.” Loki whispered to me, “Since he can’t hurt me right now.”

“Is that a Dragonfang?” Thor asked Val, as she set a sword down on the table.

“It is.” Val said, rolling her eyes at Bruce as he tore into fruit that was sitting on the table.

“My God.” Thor said, drawing it out from its sheath to admire it.  “This is the famed sword of the Valkyrie.”

“So, Sakaar and Asgard are about as far apart as any two known systems.” Val said, “Our best bet is a wormhole just outside of city limits. Refuel on Xandar, we can be back in Asgard in.. 18 months.”

“Nope.” Thor said, gesturing out the window. “We are going through the big one.”

“The Devil’s Anus?” Val scoffed.

“Anus?” Dr. Banner piped up, mouth full of food. “Wait, wait, wait, who’s anus?”

“For the record, I didn’t know it was called that when I picked it.” Thor defended.

“That looks like a collapsing neutron star inside of an Einstein-Rosen bridge.” Banner said, pointing to the black swirling mass.

“We need another ship, that will tear mine to pieces.” Val said, gesturing to the portal.

“She’s right,” Thor said, “We will need one that can withstand the geodetic strain from the singularity.”

“And has an offline power steering system that could also function without the onboard computer.” Bruce added.

“And we’ll need one with cup holders, because we’re going to die.” Val said. “So, drinks!”

“Do I know you?” Bruce asked Val, “I feel like I know you.”

“I feel like I know you too.” Val laughed, “It’s weird.”

“What do you say?” Thor asked Banner, “Uncharted metagalactic travel through a votile cosmic gateway. Talk about an adventure.”

“We need a ship.” Banner said, bumping Thor’s fist in agreement.

“Need a ship.” Thor agreed.

“There are one or two ships.” Val said, “Absolute top of the line models…”

“I don’t mean to impose…” Loki interrupted, and I ducked as Val threw her empty bottle at the wall behind him. “But the Grandmaster has a great many ships. I may have even stolen the access codes to his security system.”

“And suddenly you’re overcome with the urge to do the right thing.” Val retorted.

“I can’t say it’s the right thing. I’ve run out of favor with the Grandmaster.” Loki said, “And in exchange for the codes and access to a ship, I’m asking for safe passage through the Anus.”

“You’re telling us that you can get us access into the garage without setting off any alarms?” Thor queried.

“Yes, brother.” Loki replied confidently. “I can.”

“Ok, can I just… a quick FYI.” Bruce said, standing between Thor and Loki, “I was just talking to him a couple minutes ago and he was totally ready to kill us.”

“I told you that was a stupid idea.” I whispered to Loki.

“A punch does not equate telling me anything.” he responded, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, me too, on many occasions.” Thor said, continuing their conversation. “There was one time, when we were children, he transformed himself into a snake, and he knows that I love snakes. So I went to go pick up the snake to admire it, and he transformed back into himself and was like, ‘Yea! It’s me!’ and he stabbed me. We were eight at the time.”

I looked over to Loki with an eyebrow raised, and he simply looked down, smiling and fighting back a snicker.

“If we’re boosting a ship,” Val said, rolling her eyes as she tried to reset the conversation back to the task at hand, “we’re going to need to draw some guards away from the palace.”

“Why not set the beast loose?” Loki suggested, looking to Bruce.

“Shut up.” Thor said.

“You guys have a beast?” Val said excitedly.

“No, there’s no beast.” Thor clarified. “He’s just being stupid. We are going to start a revolution.”

“Revolution?” Bruce asked.

“I’ll explain later.” Thor said.

Val spoke with Thor quickly, and left with Bruce to go free the prisoner fighters from their holding place.

I left with Thor and Loki, heading to the main hangar where we would find the ships we needed. The trip was spent in silence, moving quickly and hiding in the shadows to avoid detection.

Loki stood at the door that would lead us to the garage, inputting the security code as the incapacitated guards lay on either side of the door.

“Hey, so, listen.” Thor said to Loki, breaking the silence. “We should talk.”

“I disagree.” Loki said, opening the door. “Open communication was never our family’s forte.”

“You have no idea.” Thor said, picking up one of the guard’s weapons as we stepped through the open doorway. “Been quite the revelation since we last spoke.” Thor held the weapon aloft, Loki mirroring his action. “Hello!”

“Hi.” Loki stated as they both opened fire on the surprised guards. Walking forwards, we shielded ourselves against the wall, ceasing the attack for a moment.

“Odin brought us together.” Loki said, “It’s almost poetic that his death should split us apart.”

We advanced again, Loki tossing me the weapon so that he could open the next doorway.

“Two sons of the crown, set adrift.” Loki added, closing the door between us and the rest of the guards. Loki opened the next door, immediately raising his hands as a guard approached with weapon raised.

Thor dispatched the guard quickly, passing through the doorway. “Thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Here’s the thing,” Loki countered, jogging to enter the elevator with Thor and I. “I’m probably better off staying here on Sakaar.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Thor said, to Loki and I’s surprise.

“Did you just agree with me?” Loki asked in disbelief.

“Come on, this place is perfect for you.” Thor said, “It’s savage, chaotic, lawless…Brother, you’re going to do great here.”

“Do you truly think so little of me?” Loki asked, staring ahead.

“Loki, I thought the world of you.” Thor said, “I thought we were going to fight side by side forever. But, at the end of the day, you’re you, and I’m me. And I don’t know, maybe there’s still some good in you. You’ve changed greatly in that respect. But let’s be honest, our paths diverged a long time ago.”

It was as the regret and guilt washed over Loki’s face that I realized what Thor was doing.

“Yea,” Loki agreed quietly. “It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.”

“It’s what you always wanted.” Thor said, patting Loki on the back.

Loki nodded, his lips pursed.

“Hey, let’s do ‘Get Help’” Thor said excitedly.

“What?”

“Get help!” Thor stressed.

“No.” Loki said sternly.

“Come on, you love it!” Thor insisted.

“I hate it, actually.” Loki said.

“It’s great, it works every time.” Thor said with a grin.

“It’s humiliating.” Loki corrected.

“Do you have a better plan?” Thor countered.

“No.”

“We’re doing it.” Thor determined, smiling.

“We are not doing Get Help.” Loki insisted.

As the elevator slowed to a stop, Thor grabbed Loki’s arm and draped it over his shoulder. Loki groaned, rolling his eyes as he let his body go limp.

“Get help, please!” Thor yelled as the door opened, his sudden appearance startling the group of guards. “My brother, he’s dying!”

“Get help!” I yelled, trying to follow along with the improvised plan.

“Help him!” Thor yelled, hauling Loki up and throwing him at the cluster of Guards, knocking them all out.

“Classic.” Thor beamed as Loki stood up from the pile of guards.

“Still hate it.” Loki said, straightening his collar. “It’s humiliating.”

“Not for me, it’s not.” Thor laughed. “Now, which one is the ship she told us to get?”

“The Commodore.” Loki said, gesturing to a bright yellow ship.

I nodded, “I’ll go scout ahead and make sure no one is there.”

Thor nodded, and Loki held me quickly. “Promise to be careful.” He whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“I’ll stay safe, as long as you promise to come for me.” I said, kissing him.

“I wouldn’t dream of anything else.” He responded, holding my hand as I became invisible. I ran off ahead, climbing up to the Commodore’s deck without interruption. Shortly after, Thor arrived, closing off the ship as he entered.

“Where’s Loki?” I asked, looking around.

“He tried to alter the plan, mischievous man that he is.” Thor said vaguely, “I talked to him, and he decided to stay for a while. He’s bringing another ship. He won’t be coming with us.”

I nodded, looking down as Thor took the helm. Loki had promised me to come, but how was he to do that if he wasn’t going to fly to Asgard with us?

“Alright, we can figure this out.” Thor said, “It’s just another spaceship.”

We accelerated out of the hangar, weaving in and out of buildings on our way to the portal. It wasn’t long before we were tailed by another ship, their lasers firing at us. Before I even had a chance to see if we had any offensive capability, Val’s ship came flying in, destroying our attacker.

“Open the doors.” Val’s voice came from our speaker, and Thor pressed a few buttons on the console. Val flew below us, ejecting Dr. Banner up and into the ship. I ran back, pulling Bruce up from the edge, enemy laser fire hitting us once again.

“Shouldn’t we be shooting back or something??” Bruce shouted as we scrambled up to the cockpit.

“Yes, we should.” Thor agreed, searching the control panel. “Where are the guns on this ship?”

“There aren't any.” Val said through the comm, “It’s a leisure vessel. Grandmaster uses it for his good times, orgies and stuff.”

“Did she just say the Grandmaster uses it for orgies?”  Bruce asked, leaning on Thor’s chair.

“Yes.” Thor answered, disgusted. “Don’t touch anything.”

I searched around for something that we might use to combat the enemy, when Thor and Bruce both shouted out. I turned in time to see Val’s ship exploding, her form flying towards our vessel.

She hit the cabin, holding on to the window ledge for dear life.

“Get inside!” Thor shouted at her, and Val looked back at the group of enemy ships that had surrounded us.

“In a minute!” she answered, climbing up to the top of our ship

“I should probably go and help.” Thor said, standing. “Here, take the wheel!” Thor shoved Bruce down into the captain’s chair.

“No, I don’t know how to fly one of these!” Bruce protested.

“You’re a scientist,” Thor said, heading back to the open doors, “Use one of your PHD’s!”

“None of them are for flying alien spaceships!” Bruce shouted back to Thor.

Thor jumped out of the ship, and I sat down next to Bruce, telling him what I had seen Thor doing to guide the ship. Thor and Val tore apart ship after ship behind us, each one blowing up as they finished it off.

“Ok, come on, there’s got to be a gun on this thing.” Bruce said, pushing buttons haphazardly. “That one looks like a gun!”

As he pressed the button, lights went off in the back of the ship, a song echoing over it’s speakers. Fireworks shot out from the ship, surrounding us in multi-colored light. Thor and Val jumped into the ship, and I closed the doors as soon as they landed safely.

“Guys, we’re coming up on the Devil’s Anus!” Bruce called back, getting Thor and Val’s attention.

Val took over the controls, speeding up as we approached the gaping portal.

“Here we go!” she said, smiling as she expertly dodged huge flying pieces of debris. Bruce and I sat down, bracing ourselves as the ship began to shake uncontrollably. “I’ve placed our heading in the computer for Asgard, here’s to luck that we’ll get through!”

The ship continued to shake, the light at the center of the portal increasing in brightness. With a flash of white hot light, we all lost consciousness.