#and i think occasionally Thor would stop to really process that fact

[worstloki]

something very horrifying about the concept of Thor but not Loki being told that Loki is Jotun when the brothers are old enough to understand the importance of the secret

[marvelsdc22]

Hate You

Intro: Not gonna lie, this is more than likely shit... I'm trying to get back into writing, but I hope you guys can enjoy it at least somewhat.

Note: Songfic, cheating, etc. Based off this song.

Word Count: 1,330

It had been a week since you had discovered Wanda’s cheating...

A week since you had found her in bed with another…

A week since you had last considered her the one that you were forever going to be with...

The ring had been heavy in your pocket that night you had walked into your shared apartment, you had planned to take her to a nice restaurant that had just opened up that weekend, you had everything planned, the dinner, the proposal, how the rest of the night would go; that all shattered the moment you had opened the bedroom door and saw her with her fellow Avenger, Vision, in your bed.

This will be the last song

I ever write about you

Guess it's the only way left to communicate

You never listened to my music anyway

She had tried to chase you down, apologizing frantically, saying it was just a one time thing and that it had meant nothing, that she couldn’t lose you…

She should’ve thought that through before she went and done what she did, huh?

Looking back you should’ve honestly seen it coming, the late nights at the Compound when you knew she didn’t have a mission or anything, the fact that some weekends she would be gone, claiming that something was happening, only for Natasha to tell you otherwise, you were blinded by your love for her that you couldn’t see the truth.

Look at me now

Such a pitiful place

You found someone

I thought that'd help erase

These crazy thoughts that we were never broken

You can't see red flags with rose colored glasses

It took you months to start to move on from her, months of convincing yourself that you were better off without her, that you really didn’t need her in your life no matter how much your heart told you otherwise, you had a lot of help from your other friends at the Compound, even though you weren’t an Avenger, they thought of you as one of them.

Natasha took you out to get you out of the stuffy apartment you had holed yourself up in when you weren’t at work, Bucky brought you dinner every night to make sure you had something in your system, Steve made sure to come by every few days to make sure you were up and about, even going as far as helping you brush your hair or shower and change, Tony made sure to send you a daily meme in hopes that he would get you to laugh, Thor would stop by with ice cream and beer every friday night to help cheer you up, and Peter would stop by after school to make sure you were holding up okay, your apartment being on his way home.

Clint and Bruce were indifferent with it, while Clint wanted to help you through this process, he also cared about Wanda who was honestly struggling as well to cope, he would make sure to send Natasha with some little gag gifts to make sure you knew he was thinking of you, while Bruce just didn’t know how to act in these situations, him occasionally checking in on you through text but nothing more, but you couldn’t fault the big guy since you knew he was trying.

I hate that I miss you

I hate that I'm lost

I hate those dead flowers you taped to your wall

I hate that you're okay and I can't move on

I hate that somehow this is all my fault

I hate that I'm wide awake watching the door

I hate these long showers sitting on the floor

I hate in the end it was me who was wrong

I hate that I don't really hate you at all

Every night was a new challenge for you, Natasha had helped you start to slowly take down things that Wanda had left or that just gave you memories of her, storing them in a box you hide in your closet, you couldn’t help but miss her even though you knew that this wasn’t affecting her as badly, Natasha had told you that the first few weeks were rough, but she had moved on with Vision not long after.

You wanted to hate her, you really did…

It would make this all easier, make it easier to move on…

But you just couldn’t…

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t bring yourself to hate Wanda, you still loved her, no matter how much you hated that fact.

You would wait in bed for hours, wishing, willing that she would come in through the door and everything would be back to normal, but you knew that was all wishful thinking, you knew she’d never come back to you, why would she when she had Vision and you had nothing?

I killed you in my head now

If I see you out with friends

I'll just tell me self that it's a phantom or illusion

Guess I haven't chosen which

You occasionally see her with Clint and Vision and occasionally Natasha when they go out for their weekly grocery shopping trip, you do your best to ignore her, will that she isn’t there, that she’s just a person passing by you, but you can’t bring yourself to not turn and look at her, even for a moment, no matter how much looking at her hurts you, you like the pain...

Look at me now

Such a pitiful place

You found someone

I thought that'd help erase

These crazy thoughts that we were never broken

You can't see red flags with rose colored glasses

Once you were able to move on, you started separating yourself from the Avengers, you still hung out with them from time to time, but you now mostly hung out with your friends that you had made at work after the breakup, Natasha was still a prominent part of your life, her having never allowed you to pull away from her that easily, knowing you were doing it to try to make moving on easier, but she couldn’t let you do that.

She became one of your closest friends and helped you ease the pain of losing Wanda, everyday you moved on just a little more and found yourself happier as time went on, until you were the happiest you had been in a long time.

I hate that I miss you

I hate that I'm lost

I hate those dead flowers you taped to your wall

I hate that you're okay and I can't move on

I hate that somehow this is all my fault

I hate that I'm wide awake watching the door

I hate these long showers sitting on the floor

I hate in the end it was me who was wrong

I hate that I don't really hate you at all

But I kind of wish I did

I don't really hate you at all

You could never bring yourself to hate Wanda, no matter how much you wanted to, she opened new things for you, gained you more friends, but you hated that you couldn’t hate her, maybe if you hated her then you wouldn’t feel the guilt you felt for her cheating on you, it was your fault for not giving her what she needed, wasn’t it?

Natasha though, she wouldn’t let you bear the guilt alone, telling you that none of this was your fault, that Wanda was the one at fault and while you wanted to believe her, you couldn’t really bring yourself to “I’ll tell you everyday how it wasn’t your fault if I have to” she had told you, you couldn’t help but love her for it, she was the light at the end of the tunnel, you knew that even though you couldn’t bring yourself to hate Wanda, that you could bring yourself to love Natasha, the way that you could never bring yourself to love Wanda...

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The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 5

A/N: Hello lovelies! This one will feature a special guest! This is probably a stupid idea and I’ll probably regret it in the morning but oh well.

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language

It was quiet when you had finished your story, too quiet. You had stared at your hands the whole time you explained everything, a part of you afraid to look at their faces, as if they would look at you different, less human. You left out the details because of limited time, occasionally stopping to discretely wipe away the tears that threatened to spill. Sam had sat next to you through the whole thing with his hand on your back as he rubbed circles. And though Sam had known about your past, he didn’t know about the recent events involving Ares and Thanos. He was heartbroken to hear you had lost everyone and everything you held dear, and wished you didn’t had to suffer through it all on your own. Finally gaining the courage to lift your head, you stared at the expressions of the men around you. Bucky and Zemo were still in shock, their brains trying to process the words that came out of your mouth, while Sam had the expression of sorrow.

“You guys are welcome to ask me questions....if you have any.” You brought up, rubbing your hands together.

“So basically...you’re a Greek god.” Bucky leaned back on your couch, his brows knitted together. “So Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hercules, Medusa, and all those stories, they’re real?”

“Pretty much. Some stories may be a bit distorted and inaccurate, but yes. They were all real. They were my family and friends, they were my people.”

“Wait so how old are you?” Bucky inquired this time, curious to know your age.

“Gods, I’d say around 23,000.”

“Wait, 23,000?” Bucky raised his brows as him and Zemo both looked at you in utter disbelief. They were astonished to say the least and dare say, even eager to hear your stories about the things you have seen in your lifetime.

“How?”

“Time works differently for us.”

“What about your daughter?” You heard Zemo speak for the first time today, making you look at him. “How old is she?”

“About 6 months. I had her after Thanos was defeated.”

“6 months? But how? Who’s her father?”

“Bucky, that was way out of line.” Sam shook his head at him, giving him a glare.

Bucky went pale as he realized what he had said just now, trying to apologize but you shrugged it off with a motion of your hand.

“No it’s fine Sam, he has every right to ask. It’s alright Bucky, I get that you’re only trying to understand everything. You see, there was no father, which explains why she’s 6 months old in the first place. To be honest, after Thanos was defeated, I was in a really bad state, I had lost so many people, I had lost my entire planet and my family. And after Nat being gone I just, I didn’t know what to do anymore. But I remembered, my brother Hephaestus gave me one last favor in his dying breath. The chance to create. So I sculpted her out of clay, in the image of my dear older sister Athena and brought her to life. I was only able to do it once. She was my only chance and she means the whole world to me.”

“So you sculpted her out of clay?”

“Yes.”

“And brought her to life?”

“Yes.”

There was more silence as they tried to take in the fact that you had sculpted a child, your own daughter Athena from clay using your own hands, and bringing her to life afterwards. It was almost beyond comprehension.

“And here I thought Thor was the only mythology one.” Bucky shook his head.

“Well, now that you know the truth, I think it’s time we get ready.” You stood up from the sofa.

“We?” Same eyed you. “What do you mean we?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“The hell you are.” Sam stood up next to you with his arms crossed. “I’m sorry y/n but you are NOT coming with us. It’s dangerous.”

“Sam, when have you known me to back away from danger?”

“......Never, because you’re stubborn and stupid.”

“Quite the contrary actually, stubborn yes, stupid no. You know I can’t let you go there on your own.”

“We’re grown men y/n. I’m pretty sure we can handle ourselves.”

“Need I remind you what happened the last time I was absent? Look Sam, I’m not going to stand by while you guys get hurt and possibly risk your lives. I on the other hand, can handle much worse and have handled much worse, I’m practically bulletproof.”

“Bulletproof or not.” Sam interrupted. “You have a daughter.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’ve already taken the extra precautions Sam.”

“What extra precautions?”

“I put a protective spell not only on her but on my home and land as well. No one is coming in without my permission, they’ll just get fried or blasted away or something like that if they touch the barrier. Trust me, I’m not going to let anything happen to her Sam. And besides, I’m going to hire a babysitter.”

Sam stared at you, chewing the inside of his cheek as he contemplated the option. “You’d still follow us even if I were to say no huh.”

“Yup. Or I could do a mind spell. It’s your choice. But you know I’d rather do this the easy way.”

Sam let out a sigh, shaking his head. “Well since you’re not going to budge anytime soon-“

“Great. I’ll go pack my bags.”

“Wait just a minute. Just because you get to tag along doesn’t mean you get to ignore the rules....” Sam trailed off as you hurried up the stairs.

You heard him mutter something along the lines of how you’ll probably end up turning everyone into toads by the end of the day, as you went into your room to pack some of your things. You had thrown on an old band shirt of yours and a pair of jeans, lacing up your docs before grabbing a jacket. You went into Athena’s room and saw that she had just awakened, sitting on her bed and staring at you with confusion as she saw the bag in your hand.

“Hey koukouvágia.” You set the bag down and kneeled down next to her.

“Where are you going mommy?”

“Mommy has some important work to do with Uncle Sam and Bucky.” You held her hands in yours as you gave them a light squeeze.

“Are you going to kick bad guy butts?”

“Something like that.” You chuckled as you brushed her hair from her face.

“When are you coming back?”

You sighed, looking to the floor before looking up at her again. “I don’t know yet sweetie. But I promise I won’t be long. I’ll be back before you know it. I’m going to have Auntie Maze take care of you while I’m gone.”

“Auntie Maze?” Her eyes lit up.

“Yes. I know you two are best friends.”

“Yay!” She giggled before hugging you, her arms wrapped your neck. “Good luck mommy.”

“Thanks sweetie.”

The whole time Sam had stood by Athena’s door, watching you two say goodbye.

“Uncle Sam!” Athena squealed once she saw him, running up to hug his leg.

“Hey kiddo. I promise I’ll take care of your mother and bring her back.”

“I know.” She looked up at him with a big grin before going over to hug you again. “Bye mommy.”

“I’ll see you soon koukouvágia. I love you so much.” You hugged her close to you, pressing your lips at the side of her head before holding her out in front of you. “You remember to behave yourself okay.”

“I will mommy.”

“And gods forbid, if anything happens or if you feel scared, all you have to do is call for me in here.” You pressed your index and middle finger against her temple, implying the telepathic connection you had. “And I will be there in the blink of an eye.”

“I know you will mommy.” She smiled before hugging you again. “You’re always there for me.”

You held back your tears as you kissed her forehead, holding her delicately as if you were afraid you’d come back and she would be gone just like the rest of your family and people. And all that would be left is her room and a memory, a reminder of her existence.

Athena had walked downstairs with you, saying goodbye to everyone as she hugged their legs, trying to put on a brave face which only broke your heart. But you knew she was stronger and smarter than she looked. After your final farewell to your daughter and your cat, you locked up your home. Sam, Bucky, and Zemo followed you as you led them out of your invisible barrier. Before you reached the edge you turned back, seeing your daughter wave at you from the window with Maleficent in her arms. You smiled, praying it wouldn’t be the last time you saw her as you blew her a kiss before stepping out of your barrier as it rippled around you. Once you were all outside the barrier you turned back again, but this time your home was no longer visible and all that could be seen was empty land. It terrified you to see your plot of land this way, but you knew it was still there, just behind your invisible barrier, and you knew your daughter would still be waiting for you.

“If you guys don’t mind.” You announced as you turned to the three men. “I need to stop by a place real quick and pick up Athena’s babysitter.”

“Is that who Auntie Maze is?” Sam asked you.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s go then.” Sam started to head towards his car but you stopped him.

“Ummm she’s not here Sam.” You pursed your lips, scared to tell him where you were actually planning on going.

“Okay, is she in the next town?”

“No. I meant she’s not here, as in this planet this dimension not here.”

“Wait what?” Bucky turned to you as Zemo looked at you with confusion written on his face. Are you implying what they think you were implying?

“I need to go to another dimension.” You explained further, turning around before they would ask any more questions. Closing your eyes, you stretched your arm out and twirled your wrist in a circular motion. The men watched in confusion, wondering what you were doing.

A strong gust of wind suddenly pushed through, and in the center of your focus a small black circular object was forming, growing bigger and bigger until people could walk through it. A violet glow illuminated your features. You opened your eyes back up, your eyes glowing the same color of the mesmerizing violet vortex before you. The portal sparked and flickered to life, crackling like electricity.

“Follow me.” You turned to the men before stepping into the portal and vanishing into it.

“Y/n!” Sam stared at where you were just stood, swallowing the lump in his throat as he was unsure whether he should just follow you.

Bucky straightened up, chills running down his spine as the men stared at the unknown territory in front of them, they didn’t have a clue on what would be waiting for them on the other side.

They stepped back as they saw your head poke out of the black center of the portal, a stern expression sat on your face. “Well you guys coming or not? I haven’t got all day. If you don’t hurry up this portal will close and you don’t want to be caught halfway in it.” You popped back in and the men stared at each other, Zemo was the first to walk in before the others followed.

When they stepped through, day was replaced with night and the portal closed behind them while they found you standing up front.

“About time.” You teased, “I thought I might have to go back and pick up a limb you left behind.”

“Not funny.” Sam glared at you.

As the men looked around at their surroundings they found themselves to be in what looked like to be...Los Angeles?

“This is LA.” Sam gave you a disappointed look.

“No. This is different.” Zemo observed as Sam and Bucky looked at him.

“What do you mean different?” Bucky asked, not sure if Zemo was playing games.

“Well I’m pretty sure that building up ahead does not exist in our Los Angeles.” Zemo pointed to the tall white building that was lit up against the night sky.

You nodded your head at Zemo’s observation before heading towards the building and towards the nightclub entrance that had a lit up sign that said Lux. Bucky, Sam, and Zemo glanced at each other as they saw you cut the long line of people waiting by the entrance.

“What the hell? Is y/n a mob boss now?” Bucky uttered as he saw you whisper something to the security at the door before taking off your jacket slightly, pulling up your shirt sleeve to show him something on your arm. The security nodded his head, allowing you to go in. You turned to Sam, Bucky, and Zemo and waved them over.

“What the hell is going on y/n?” Sam muttered to himself as they followed you in.

The fancy dark interior of the place was lit up with dim lights and crowded with drunk men and scantily clad women dancing to the loud beat of the music. You stuck out from the rest with your Pink Floyd shirt, your jeans, and your corduroy jacket and doc martens as you searched the crowd for a particular someone.

“Y/n what the hell are we doing here? This isn’t exactly your crowd!” Sam leaned over, raising his voice against the music so you could hear him.

“I know!” You replied as your eyes finally found the person you were looking for. You headed towards the lit up bar, cursing under your breath as you weaved through the sweaty grinding bodies and the couples heavily making out in public. You felt your anxiety creep up on you and you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. After having to escape your way out of what felt like the hedge maze from The Shining, you finally approached the bar, walking up to the tall dark haired man near the counter wearing an expensive suit. You could smell his strong, almost obnoxious cologne from where you were standing. You straightened up and cleared your throat, eyeing the back of the man’s head.

“Hello Lucifer.”

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The Lighthouse (6/??)

Summary: The town is sleepy, the people are nice enough, but life gets turned upsidedown when the God of Thunder literally falls out of the sky.

A/N: Alright, I promise to start answering some questions as soon as I can get through this and the next chapter. I’m really excited to share this story with you guys now that it’s all planned!

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong​

Pairing: ThorxReader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: None

Part 5

“You seem more confident today.”

“Can we not talk about that right now?” I ask. “Trying to do magic with your instruction is hard, but it’s nigh unto impossible with you commenting on irrelevant stuff.”

“You’ve improved immensely over the last week, and I’d hardly say it’s irrelevant.”

“I don’t think confidence has anything to do with it,” I mutter.

“Then what is it?”

“We need to find Loki and I don’t want to scare Thor again if I have to use magic.” I shake my head and forget trying to focus on the spell. “The fact that I can even do magic still blows my mind. There’s still a lot that I have to process on top of all of trying to train with you.”

“What makes you think you need to find Loki?”

“You don’t know where he is and Thor’s worried about him. I’d say that’s cause enough to want to find him.”

“You really care about him.”

“Of course I do.” I shake my head and flop down on my bed. “Of course I do. I thought that was obvious.”

“To you, perhaps.”

I scowl. "Am I not allowed to experience my feelings privately? I've barely had time to process the fact that an actual god seems to have a crush on me, let alone sift through my own feelings on the matter."

“I’d say you’ve had a fair amount of time.”

“I’ve had barely more than a week. I don’t think you understand the kind of brain power it takes to even contemplate Thor wanting me.” My face flushes and I cover my cheeks with my hands. “I don’t want to process that right now. I just want to finish my projects and keep going with these lessons so I can be more helpful.”

"I think you're mistaken to believe that you're not helpful, (Y/N). You've done more for all of us than we'd have been able to accomplish on our own."

"But I've got all this… this energy inside of me. I want to understand it. I want to use it. Maybe if I can, we'll be able to find Loki."

"You're not going to drop that, are you?"

"Not a chance. I have a gut feeling that he'll be able to help us."

"How?"

"I don't know, it's just a feeling. But I want to act on it before that feeling goes away."

Thor knocks on the door frame and pokes his head into the room. "Am I interrupting?"

I smile at him and shake my head. "Nah. What's up?"

"I was hoping I could start on dinner."

"Oh?"

"I'd prefer to do so with supervision," he explains. "I'm sure I can do it, but I'd rather not burn down the house."

I laugh. "I'll be right down."

“Thank you.” He grins and disappears out into the stairwell.

“You still there, Heimdall?”

“Yes.”

“We’re going to revisit this Loki thing tomorrow,” I say. “This is non-negotiable”

“Fine. I’ll make preparations.”

“Thank you.” I haul myself up from my bed and head for the stairs. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make sure he boils the pasta instead of setting it on fire.”

I kiss Thor’s cheek as he dishes up the spaghetti. “Thanks for cooking tonight.”

His grin lights up his face. “Happy to. Though I must thank you for your help. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I’m sure you could’ve figured it out..” He raises his eyebrows and I laugh. “Maybe not just yet, but I’m sure you’ll get it eventually.”

“With you as a teacher, I’m sure I will.”

“Aw, you’re sweet.”

He hands me my dinner and dishes up his own. Thor watches in confusion when I move to the living room instead of sitting at the kitchen table. I gesture for him to follow me and he does so with some reluctance..

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Look, I’ve been proper as long as I can manage it,” I plop down on the couch and pull my legs up onto the cushions as I pat the space beside me. “But right now, I just want to eat dinner on the couch.”

The cushions dip as Thor takes his seat and I tip to the side and fall against him. He looks concerned until I laugh and right myself enough that I can sit up, but my arm is still pressed against his. I jokingly jab his side with my elbow and he laughs. We eat in silence, occasionally having to fend off Daisy when she comes begging and Charles when he tries to stick his little paws in our pasta.

Daisy eventually manages to distract Charles long enough that he decides playing with her is better than getting marinara sauce on his paws. I sigh in relief and lean heavily against Thor and he hums softly.

"How is your training going?" he asks.

I shrug. "It's alright. Way more exhausting than my day job, but I think we're starting to see some improvement?"

“I had a feeling you’d be a quick study.”

“Really?”

He shrugs. “You’re a very determined person. It doesn’t surprise me that you’d apply that determination to everything that you take on.”

"O-oh," I say dumbly.

"What is it?"

"I guess I just didn't expect you to make that kind of assessment."

"I may not be able to cook, but I'm not stupid, (Y/N)," he jokes.

"No, I know you're not. I just mean that I sometimes forget that you pay attention to me. Being known like that is… it's nice." I look up at him and smile. "It's really nice."

"I want to know everything about you, eventually," he says softly. "If you'll allow it."

“Of course. But only if you’ll allow the same.”

The corner of his mouth ticked up into a small smile. “I’d warn you against it, but I know you’re well aware of how  much there is to know.”

I nod. “Yeah, I know. But, like you said, I’m a very determined person.”

He laughs. “Yes, I know you are.”

I smile at him and wipe a bit of marinara sauce from the corner of my mouth with my thumb.

We finish dinner and do the dishes. Thor tries to start a water fight and I grab his wrists and he allows me to hold his hands to his chest.

“You’re cute, but I’m not gonna do this with you tonight.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Perhaps a different night?”

I shake my head, unable to stop myself from smiling. “More like never. Maybe we go to the beach next week or something. Make a day of it.”

“(Y/N), are you asking me on a date?”

“I’m asking you to go to the beach with me,” I poke his chest. “Anything that happens after that is unplanned and spontaneous.”

“Spontaneity isn’t really your thing.”

“It is sometimes.” I place the bowls into the dishwasher. “Infrequently, but sometimes.”

“Alright,” he says softly. “We’ll go to the beach.”

I smiled up at him. "Cool."

We finish with the dishes and round up Charles and Daisy to cuddle while we read on the couch. Daisy has a hard time staying put and Thor moves to the floor where she flops down in his lap. I lay on the couch and Charles curls up on my stomach. I doze off with my book on my chest and Thor gently shakes me awake.

We say goodnight and I kiss his cheek before heading upstairs to get ready for bed. I turn back to look at him and find him sitting on the couch with pink cheeks and a lopsided smile, gently touching his cheek. I smile and my heart flutters at the sight. I duck into the bathroom before he can catch me staring.

"I am not sure you’re ready for the magic it will take to find Loki."

"I mean, it's gonna have to be a sheer force of will type of magic, right? Based on what I know about my magic, spells aren't really my thing. Maybe I can work up to finding him by finding little things first."

"That could work… though I wish there were an easier way to focus your power. Compacting magic and forcing it to do what you want can be very dangerous."

"Then I'll practice outside."

“You’re not going to let go of this, are you?”

“I told you yesterday that this was non-negotiable. We’re finding him and that’s that.”

Heimdall sighs audibly and I know that I’ve won. “Fine. You will not tell Thor about this until we have his location.”

“Obviously not. I don’t want to get his hopes up.”

I head downstairs and Thor pokes his head into the kitchen when I reach for the door.

“Where are you off to?” he asks.

“Working on bigger magic today. I can’t really use spells so I kind of have to force the magic to do what I want which is,” I mime an explosion. “Explosive.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, don’t really want to blow up the house.”

He laughs. “Alright, let me know if you need any help.” He grins and adds, “Or a test subject.”

I shake my head. “I would never use you for that. You’re too pretty.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He hesitates before heading back to the living room. “I’d still trust you to, if you needed me, though.”

I smile. “I gotta go. I’ll let you know how it goes after.”

“Yesterday definitely didn’t go as planned,” I mumble.

“That is not your fault,” Heimdall says. “From what I could tell, his location kept changing. There was no way that either of us could keep up with him at the rate he was moving.”

“How can he be moving that fast?” I shake my head. “It makes no sense.”

“I’m puzzled as well.”

“Well, he’d have to be moving through space, right? If he were anywhere on Earth, he’d at least be easier to pinpoint. More like a Pachinko machine than Pinball.”

“I’ll assume what you just said to be gibberish and move forward,” he mumbles. “But yes, he would have to be moving through space as opposed to being stuck on a stationary planet.”

“All of you are experiencing memory issues, correct?”

“To the best of my knowledge, yes.”

“Alright, what if you’re the one who sent Thor away?”

“There’s a possibility that I did.”

“Is there any way to mess up that kind of magic?”

“Only if the subject of the spell was knocked off course.”

“What if you tried to send Loki away and he was knocked off course?” I begin pacing, biting at my thumb. “There has to be something pretty powerful to mess with the memories of literal gods. Maybe Thor was subject one and got away clean, but Loki was subject two? Maybe whatever attacked you went after Loki before you could do anything, and he was already sent away, but knocked off course.”

“If that’s the case, then finding Loki is a matter of waiting.”

I groan. “That sounds awful. Is there no way to pull him closer?”

“Unless you’d like to completely destroy yourself, I would advise against it.”

“Ah, well… I guess I can wait a little while.” I paused mid-step. “Is there any way to more accurately pinpoint where he is?”

“It may be possible to determine his general position.”

“Then we’ll have to work on that, if there’s nothing else that we can do.”

“It would be prudent to practice on other spells while you are looking for Loki. I’m sure that this runs deeper than poor memories and displaced godlings. You may be getting yourself into something that you’re not ready for.”

“Fine. I’ll train and look for Loki during breaks. Does that sound good to you?”

“It sounds… acceptable.”

"Great, where do we start today?"

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” Thor asks.

I nod. “I’ll be fine. I just need to sleep off this magic hangover.”

“I’m worried that you’re pushing yourself too hard, (Y/N),” he admits. “There’s no reason to kill yourself over magic.”

“I’m not going to, I promise.” I take his hand and smile up at him. “It’s like exercise. I have to build up my stamina and I’ll eventually get stronger, and I’ll be able to cast better and longer than I was before.”

“I don’t know…”

“What can I do to ease your mind?”

He holds our clasped hands to his chest. “Take a day off. You finished with your last project for the week two days ago. Just… take some time for yourself and rest.” He reaches out and cups the side of my face with his massive hand when I frown. “In the time that I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you this run down, (Y/N). I just want you to take care of yourself.”

I nod. “Alright.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Will I have to wrap you in a blanket and make sure you stay in one place?”

I roll my eyes. “You won’t. I’ll take the day off.”

“Thank you.” He gently kisses the top of my head. “Do you want clam chowder for dinner?”

I try not to laugh. “Why clam chowder?”

He shrugs. “I saw a couple of cans in the pantry and it looks good.”

I laugh and pull him towards the kitchen. ”Okay, we’ll have clam chowder for dinner, but we’ll do it with a twist.”

“Oh?”

“In my family, we add bacon, heavy cream, and fancy white cheddar cheese to our clam chowder,” I explain. “Makes the flavor a little more rich. I like to add a little Tabasco on top of all that, but that’s just a personal preference.”

“Wow.”

“Mhm, it takes a little extra time to prep, but it’s worth it.”

“Then I’ll help.”

“Hmm?”

“You say it takes extra time. If we work together, then it won’t take as long.”

I press my lips together to keep from laughing. I don’t have the heart to tell him it’ll take just as long to make dinner, even with two people in the kitchen, so I don’t say anything.

We cook dinner and Thor enjoys it just as much as he hoped he would. 

“You’re supposed to be taking the day off.”

“I know, I’m not doing anything.”

“Where are you off to, then?”

“We need groceries. You looked like you were really deep in your book, so I figured I’d go by myself.”

He perks up slightly. “I can go with, if you’d like.”

“No, it’s alright. You stay here with the beasts and your book. I won’t be gone all that long anyway.”

He sighs and agrees to let me go and settles on the floor just as Daisy trots into the living room. She flops down on his lap as I’m grabbing my purse and keys. She stretches as far as she can and licks Thor’s mouth and I laugh as he splutters and wipes away her slimy, doggy saliva.

“Are you sure that it’s wise to leave him on his own?”

“He’s a grown man, Heimdall, he can take care of himself and a dog for half an hour,” I mutter.

Thor looks up, silent question on his face, and I wave him off as I close the door behind me. The drive to the grocery store is uneventful and I’m able to get in and out of the store with relative ease. I just barely manage to escape having to talk to Sheriff Green as I’m climbing back into my car.

“I’ve been trying to find Loki,” I admit.

“I’m not surprised. You don’t seem the type to do what others tell you.”

“Look, I tried to take the day off, but there’s only so much TV I can watch and so many hobbies I can fiddle with before I get excruciatingly bored. I’m a fan of doing things that yield some kind of result.”

“So you decided on magic that will drain your energy unlike anything naturally found on your planet.”

“Thor doesn’t need to know.”

“I won’t tell him if you won’t.”

“Much appreciated.”

We lapse into silence, but Heimdall is just as eager to find Loki as I am.

“So, you said you were looking. Did you have any success?”

“I don’t know for sure, but it feels like he’s getting closer. Like he’s closing in on Earth.”

“I see.”

“More Pachinko than pinball, finally.”

“You still have yet to explain what you mean by that.”

“Okay, so with Pachinko you launch a ball into the board and hope it falls in the hole that you want, whereas, in Pinball, you want to keep the ball in the air as long as you can.”

“And the hole you want, in this instance, is Earth.”

“Exactly. If not Earth, then at least our solar system.”

“I see.”

“You should, you’re the one who’s supposed to see everything,” I joke. Heimdall says nothing and I shake my head. “You have no sense of humor.”

“It wasn’t funny.”

“Thor would’ve laughed.”

“Thor is in love with you, he would laugh at any joke you tell.”

“He’d laugh because I’m hilarious, not because he’s in love with me,” I retort. “And he is not in love with me!”

“You say that, but you’re half in love with him yourself. You are hardly in any position to argue about love.”

“I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell me how I feel. You don’t know how I feel.”

“I see all, (Y/N). Remember?”

“Yeah, not as cool when you’re peeking into someone’s emotions.” I park the car in the carport, but don’t immediately get out. “But, as I was saying, I’ve been looking for Loki. I think he’s getting close to the solar system. I don’t know how close he is to Earth, but I plan on keeping an eye on the situation.”

“I see. I’ll do what I can to find his specific location.”

“Alright.” I grab up the groceries and reach for the door handle, but pause. “No telling Thor.”

“You seem to forget that I couldn’t, even if I tried.”

“Just making sure.”

I walk into the house and find Thor spread out on the floor with Daisy hugged up against his chest. The two of them are snoring softly and I laugh quietly and shake my head. I don’t wake them, and instead decide to get started on dinner on my own. The smell of cooking ham eventually rouses Thor and he wanders into the kitchen and wraps his arms around my middle. He kisses my temple and tucks his chin against my neck as he asks what I’m making.

“Breakfast sandwiches,” I answer. “Quick and easy and way healthier than McDonald’s.”

He hums softly and I pat his cheek before turning my attention back to dinner.

We curl up on the couch and watch a couple of episodes of a forging show. Heimdall’s accusations from earlier ring in my ears and I can’t help thinking of how I feel about Thor. I refuse to put too much thought into it, though, and settle against Thor’s chest.

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Part 7

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[angstysebfan]

If You Love Me Why Did You Hurt Me? 9/10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Other Avengers Mentioned: Pretty much the whole gang Warnings: none

Summary: You dated Bucky for 5 wonderful years! You thought he was the one! Then, without reason, he ends your relationship, and gets a new girlfriend 2 days later! While you are both Avengers, you still have to see him, and his girlfriend.

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It all happened so fast. Tony’s realtor found an adorable apartment about a mile from the compound. Tony had it fully furnished, and secured with FRIDAY. He also gave you a car so you wouldn’t have to walk all the time. In 2 weeks, you were packed up, moved in, and settled. 

Aaron was slightly hurt, you didn’t take him up on his offer to move in with him, but he understood that you felt that was moving too fast. He was still over all the time. So were the Avengers, except Bucky. He kept to his word, and gave you the space you needed. It killed him each time his friends left to see you. 

You continued to come to the compound for training, and even went on a few small missions with no complications. You saw your therapist twice a week, and really started to feel like your old self again. You felt happy more times then sad, and didn’t even flinch when you would still see Bucky in the compound occasionally. 

You were telling Aaron about how well you thought you was doing while he was over for dinner one night. You have been living on your own for 2 months already. “I’m telling you Aaron, I really think I’m getting there. I see my psychiatrist in 2 days, and I’m pretty sure I will be back on full fledged missions soon, and then nothing can stop me!” You said with a chuckle. 

You notice Aaron has been quiet all night. “Aaron? Did you hear anything I have been saying? You have been really quiet tonight.” Aaron looked at you.

“What are we Y/N?” This caused you to pause, as you were cutting vegetables for your salad. You looked at him. “What do you mean?” You asked, though you knew what he meant. 

“I mean what am I to you? Am I a friend? Boyfriend? What? I have tried to give you time to figure out your feelings, but I feel like I am no closer to this answer now, than I was a few months ago.” Aaron’s frustration was adamant in his voice. 

You put down your knife and walk over to him. “Aaron...” you said quietly. He knew what was coming. “I care about you, a lot. You have been such an important part of my recovery and I don’t want to lose you!” You take a deep breath.

“I tried to have romantic feelings for you, I did. But, I only really like you as a friend. I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore.” You look down, trying to keep the tears at bay. You didn’t want to lose Aaron, but you didn’t want to lead him on.

“You still love him, don’t you?” Aaron said. You look up at him confused. 

“I mean, yes I still love him, but that has nothing to do with this. Even though I still have feelings for him, I don’t see myself getting back with him. At least not any time soon. I really feel that you and I are best as friends. Bucky had no weight in my decision.”

Aaron gave you a small smile. “I’m sorry. That was inconsiderate of me to say that. I guess I always thought that one day you would look at me the way you look at him. But I guess I would rather be your friend then nothing. I don’t want to lose you either, Y/N.”

You reach over and give him a hug. “Honestly, I think I need to finish finding myself again, before I can even think about a relationship. But I could use all the friends I can find.”

Your comment stung, slightly. But Aaron understood. You both went back to getting dinner ready. An awkward silence falling over you. Thankfully the rest of your friends showed up to ease the tension.

You open your front door to see Nat, Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Tony. They all come in after giving you a hug. “Wanda, no Vision tonight?” You ask as you guide them toward your little dining area. 

“No. Thor asked him to go with him to Asgard for something.” Wanda said with a shrug. Aaron walks over and greets everyone. You head back into the kitchen, Steve following.

“Need help with anything?” Steve asked. You shake your head. “No, only a few more minutes and everything will be ready. You could help me bring everything out when it’s time though.” You say.

Steve smiles. “How are you feeling?” He asks quietly. You laugh. “Good. Really good actually. Kind of feel like my old self.”

Steve nods, “You look like your old self. It’s great to see.” He looks like he wants to say something, but either doesn’t know how to, or is afraid.

“Stevie? Everything okay?” you ask, hoping this will get him to open up. He looks at you and smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. His eyes look sad.

“Yeah... everything is... everything is fine.” He says. You raise a brow at him. “Steve? Is.... is he... doing... okay?” you ask quietly. Not wanting the others to hear your conversation. 

Steve is surprised by your question. You haven’t asked about him since you moved. “He... he is okay. It’s hard seeing us coming here, and knowing he can’t. He wants to give you space. But.... He misses you, greatly. He started seeing a therapist, which I think is helping him. I just... hate seeing him unhappy. Though I know he brought it upon himself.”

You nod. “Yeah, he did.” Before you can say anything more, the timer went off.

Steve helped you bring all the food to the table, and you spent the rest of your night talking with all your friends, and eating good food.

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You wake up suddenly. Why, you were not sure. You look over at your alarm clock and see that it is 2:00 am. Why the hell did you wake up? Then you heard it. Knocking on your front door. 

You grab your gun out of your nightstand and slowly walk to the front door. All you hear is the rain outside and your breathing. You peek through the peephole and release a breath, but become very confused. 

You open your door to see Bucky standing on your doorstep, soaking wet from the rain. “What are you doing here at this hour Bucky? And in the pouring rain!” you scold. 

You notice the bags under his eyes. He looks exhausted. “I... I had a nightmare... about you. I had to come and make sure you were okay.” Your face softens immediately.

“Come in and get dried off before you head back. I don’t want you to get sick.” You wave him into your apartment and close the door behind him. He slowly walks into your living room, as you quickly grab 2 towels for him and put your gun away.

You walk back into the living room and see him looking uncomfortable, standing in the middle of the room. You hand him the towels. “Have a seat, just use one of the towels to sit on. Did you want tea or water, anything?” 

He shakes his head and places one of the towels on the couch, then sits down. He uses the other towel to dry his arms, chest, and hair. You sit on the love seat across from him, tucking your feet under you, watching him. You didn’t realize until this moment how much you missed him. 

“When did the nightmares start again?” you ask quietly. He looks up at you sadly. He is hesitant to answer. “Uh... when you... um... when you left for rehab.” You nod at him. You remember how bad his nightmares were in the beginning of your relationship. But over time they improved, and then disappeared completely. 

“How did you know where I lived?” You ask, though a part of you knew the answer. He gave you a knowing look. “Well... besides the fact that our friends come here once a week, I have....” He swallows and looks down. “I’ve been doing security checks, both through FRIDAY, and here in person.... since you moved in.”

Your eyes widen at this information. You didn’t know how to comprehend that. “Why... why would you do that?” you almost whisper, emotions running high.

“I know you don’t feel the same way about me anymore, and I completely understand, but.... you...” he sighs and looks at you. “You are still the love of my life, and I want... need to make sure you are safe at all times. I wouldn’t know how to live if anything happened to you.”

Suddenly your heart starts pounding, and you have trouble breathing. Bucky quickly comes over and grabs your hand. “Y/N breath. Look at me.” You look in his eyes. “Match my breathing.” He starts taking deep breaths in and out, and you slowly start to match them. Finally you feel slightly better and give him a small smile. 

“I...” You are at a loss for words. “Bucky, I don’t know what to say here. You hurt me so bad.” Tears start slowly rolling down your cheeks. Bucky is still kneeling besides you. He wants to wipe them away, but knows it’s not his place. He nods sadly.

“I know. I know I was an ass. Worse than an ass. I understand why you cannot forgive me. I get it. I know you have a boyfriend, and I am trying to keep my distance, but I just... I need you to be okay.” Bucky goes to get up and you grab his hand.

“I do still love you. I think I will always love you. You were such a huge part of my life. My therapist told me that forgiveness is part of the healing process. I never thought I could ever forgive you for what you did, but... I have.” Bucky looks at you shocked.

“I have forgiven you Bucky. I still don’t think what you did was right, and I am not 100% sure I can trust you again, but I do forgive you.” Bucky looks down, tears now falling from his eyes.

“Thank you...” he whispers. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but... thank you.” He says looking back into your eyes. You smile, and wipe his tears with your thumbs. Slowly you start moving toward him feeling like you are being drawn to him. You have his face in your hands, bringing him closer until you lightly press your lips to his.

As you are about to pull away, he brings his hand to the back of your head and deepens the kiss. Fireworks go off, and the butterflies are flying around in your stomach. You feel his tongue swipe your lower lip and allow him access. You take him in, and give back just as much. You’ve missed him more than anyone could ever know.

Before you lose yourself completely, you pull back. Both of you are panting, trying to catch your breath. You are both still holding each other. You slowly slide your hands away from him.

You take a deep breath. “Buck... I don’t know what the future holds for us. Whether we are just teammates, friends, lovers, husband and wife, I don’t know. But, I know I am not ready to jump back into a relationship with you.”

Bucky nods and looks away. You grab his face and turn it back towards you. “But... I can’t deal with you not being in my life. I want to start at the beginning. Being acquaintances and teammates before moving on to anything else. Do you think you can deal with that? At least for the near future?”

Bucky smiles. “Y/N I will take you any way I can have you. I just want to earn your trust back. And if we never get to where I wish we could be, I will still take what I can get.” You smile at him.

His smiles lessens slightly. “What will your boyfriend say to this?” He asks. You lightly laugh. “I broke up with Aaron. We are just going to be friends. I think I was trying to push feelings for him to try and get over you, but it wasn’t right. I don’t want to hurt him. He isn’t happy, but he understands, at least I think he does.”

Bucky nods. “Well, I guess I should head back to the compound.” He gets up and starts walking toward the door. He opens it up and turns toward you. He surprises you by pulling you into a tight hug. You close your eyes at the closeness and take in the feel and smell of him. 

He loosens his grip on you and looks at you. He gives you a small peck on the lips. “Thank you again. I’ll uh... see you around the compound agent.” You smirk at him and nod, pulling away and slowly closing the door. 

“Yes you will, sergeant.” He smiles and starts walking down the hall. “Oh and Barnes?” You say peeking out of your door at him. He turns and looks. “I have weekly team dinners here, you should come to the next one.”

He smiles. “Yeah, maybe I will. Goodnight.” He turns back around and heads down the hall. You close and lock your door. As you climb back into bed, you feel a like the heaviness you’ve had over your chest and shoulders has disappeared. 

You turn off your light, turn on your side, and for the first time in months, have a great nights sleep.

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Chapter 8   Chapter 10 (end)

I just can’t leave it that she shuts him out completely. I guess I personally love Bucky too much, even if he is an idiot. Let me know your thoughts. I can’t believe I’m coming to the end of this!

[buckysbitch107]

The Angel On His Shoulder | Steve Rogers x Guardian Angel!Reader

Summary: You met Steve and Bucky at a young age. The three of you did everything together, up until the two boys went to war. You’re a badass, so of course you became a nurse and helped out wherever you could, even got to see Steve and Bucky a few more times. That of course wasn’t enough, so you became the first female Howling Commando. Unfortunately, when the Howling Commandos heard a plan of an attack on the base you were stuck at while tending to wounded soldiers, they were too late. Steve found you, a pretty cliché moment if you did say so yourself. Which you did. After you died in his arms, and after Bucky “died”, Steve crashed the plane into the arctic. Little did anyone know, you became his guardian angel, and saved his life once or twice in the process. Now, as he wakes up 67 years later, you have a few words to say.

Requested by: @wintersoldierslut

Warnings: Swearing, Threats, A bit of Self Depreciation, Mentions of Smut.

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: I tried my best on this one! It was a little hard to figure out at first, and I kind of made the reader like Castiel and Gabriel in Supernatural. Hope you guys enjoy, and remember requests are always open!

The soft light greets Steve as he slowly opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling before deciding to take in his surroundings. He looks around the small room, immediately noticing almost everything wrong with it, that fact putting him on edge.

“Am I dead?” He whispers, mainly to himself, not expecting anyone to answer.

“No, but you should be.” His head whips around to the dresser next to the bed, where you are seated, kicking your feet in the air. “And so should I, but the afterlife works in mysterious ways. I really still don’t understand it and I’ve been stuck in it for 67 years.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“How are you here?”

“If I didn’t already know, I’d ask the same for you.”

“Okay then, how am I here and how are you here?” Steve asks, fully sitting up in the small bed and turning so his feet are on the ground and his head is facing you.

“Well, after I died in your arms, pretty cliche if I do say so myself and I did at the time, I became your dumb ass’s guardian angel and-”

“Wait, how can you swear?”

“Number one, moo. Number two, same way you can.”

“I thought angels couldn’t cuss?”

“You do realize how many times they explicitly explain sex in the bible, right? Now back to what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” You pause again, making sure Steve’s mouth is shut before continuing. “I became your guardian angel, and when you said you were putting the plane in the ice, DIDN’T THINK YOU MEANT PUTTING YOURSELF IN THE ICE TOO!”

“It was the only way!” Your expression instantly morphs into one only described as ‘are you fuckin kidding me’.

“There were multiple windows. Right in front of you. And next to you. And probably behind you. I didn’t get a great look at the ship, as I was too busy SAVING YOUR ASS!”

“Alright, I get it. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, now, you’re probably wondering where you are.” You speak, gesturing to the honestly confusing room the two of you are in.

“Yeah…” He trails off, looking at everything a little closer. The puke green and blinding white walls, the weird decor, the radio playing a game the two of you attended with Bucky.

“Welcome to the future. 67 years in it, to be exact. HYDRA lost, by the way.”

“Spoiler alert.”

“Well, I’m so sorry, Mr. Captain America, sir. I thought you’d want to know that you didn’t have to jump right back into the suit. Speaking of Captain America, a weirdly dressed lady is coming in like five seconds, so I gotta bounce. Call me if you need me!” And with a snap of your finger, you disappear. As you said, five seconds later, a woman dressed in a very bad copy of what would be a 40’s nurse/agent/he doesn’t even know at this point outfit.

“Good morning.” She says, her voice having a weird perkiness that makes him honestly want to vomit. And that’s where it all goes wrong.

~~~

“You’re a laboratory experiment, Rogers.” Tony spits, looking him dead in the eye. You appear in the corner of the room, only to Steve of course, but that doesn’t matter. You are fuming. Steve can almost hear the steam pouring out of your ears, and he barely moves his hand to signal you to stop moving towards Tony. He looks at you out of his peripheral vision, and he slightly smirks, as to not communicate to Tony that he’s smirking because of him. 

‘You’re cute when you’re angry. Always have been.’ He thinks, barely catching Tony’s next sentence.

“Everything special about you came out of a bottle.”

“You think I’m cute when I’m angry? Well, get ready, cause I’m about to be fuckin gorgeous.” You mutter, snapping your finger to disappear before reappearing behind Tony. Steve is about to respond to Tony when you tap lightly on the man’s shoulder, Stark turning around before becoming very confused.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)-”

“Oh, so you know who I am?” You hiss, fire practically burning in your eyes, causing the playboy to slightly shift back. “Listen here motherfucker. I haven’t made a promise in 67 years, but I’m promising you this.” As you start moving forward, both Tony and Steve slowly start stepping back to avoid your wrath. “You spit another goddamn word out of your mouth about how Steve is nothing, how Steve is just an experiment, I will end each and every person in this room, except for him. And I will do so smiling while I bathe in your blood. Do you understand me?!” The man nods and you slightly back away, a look of awe on Natasha’s face.

“Woah. I thought you were just something from storybooks.” She mumbles, making a sense of pride run through your veins.

“I lied, she’s safe too. I like her.” Natasha smiles while Tony gains a little more confidence and decides to speak up once again.

“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

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“Not helpful!” You yell, throwing three Chitauri warriors off of you.

“Sorry!” Thor yells. You continue shooting and stabbing Chitauri warriors, occasionally helping one of the Avengers.

“Why is she here?” Tony asks, speaking through the coms in your suits.

“Because Fury sent me out here!” You respond, fighting off another few foes. 

“They keep coming from the huge flying things!” Steve yells, meaning the Chitauri Leviathan floating above you guys. You sigh before turning to the man, giving him a grim look before coming up with an idea. 

“Launch me, off the shield, get ready to catch me.”

“Um, okay.” He quickly launches you, giving you enough momentum to get plenty of feet up in the air. At that exact moment, a Leviathan flies towards you. You pull out your knife, driving it through the chest of the beast before the momentum forces you forward, dragging the knife through its chest and all the way down to it’s “tail”.

“Falling, Falling, FALLING!” You scream, praying that someone catches you. Thankfully, you land in Cap’s arms, giving him a small smile before hopping out.

“Let’s finish kicking these alien asses.” You mumble, already running back into the fight.

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After the Battle of New York, Stark threw a massive party to celebrate. Sure, it was for the newly formed Avengers, but Fury was already talking about adding you to the initiative. So, there you sit, comfortable on one of the couches surrounding the windows looking out onto New York City, the other avengers scattered on the remaining couches and chairs. You take a large sip out of the bottle of beer in your hand, and you nearly choke on the liquid as Thor starts talking.

“Y’know, you and Lady (Y/N) would make an excellent couple.” He booms, talking to Steve, but having everyone hearing it. A glimmer of hope rises in your chest, almost immediately being crushed as Steve laughs it off as a joke. You laugh along, trying to ignore the slight tightening in your throat. You sit there for a few more minutes, the air full of silence before you stand up and excuse yourself from the party.

“You okay?” Steve asks, a concerned look on his face. You nod quietly before answering.

“Yeah, just tired.” You mumble, walking up the stairs to the elevator, taking it up to your temporary room. You walk in, closing the door behind you, flopping on the bed with tears in your eyes. Tears stream down your face as you think back to the conversation downstairs, how Steve laughed off Thor’s comment. You continue to quietly sob into your pillow until a knock sounds at the door, causing you to shoot up and wipe your eyes quickly.

“Hey,” Nat speaks, walking into your room and closing the door behind her.

“Hey” You whisper back.

“You love him, don’t you?” She asks, sitting down on the edge of your bed. You simply nod, the woman in front of you laying a hand on your knee. “You don’t see it, huh?”

“See what?”

“He loves you too.” At this comment, you shake your head, letting out a short laugh before looking up at the ceiling and back to her.

“He doesn’t love me. Steve’s not that stupid.” You mumble, wringing your hands together.

“What do you mean?”

“Has he showed you the compass yet?”

“Compass?”

“Steve keeps a compass in his back pocket. On the top part, is a picture of Peggy Carter. She’s older now, obviously, but he’s still in love with her. He took one look at her, and I was simply in last place. It’s just what I have to accept.”

“Oh sweetie-”

“Guardian angels aren’t supposed to fall in love.”

“You were in love before you died, right?”

“I’ve been in love with him since we met, Nat. Not exactly something I can shake.” She offers you a small smile and a hug before she stands up, leaving you alone to figure things out. What you both didn’t realize, was that Steve had come up to talk to you, stopping outside your room once he heard you and Nat talking. He heard everything you said. Nat doesn’t notice him, turning the other way down the hall. Steve walks in, startling you, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

“Before you ask, I heard everything.”

“Oh-”

“I love you too.” He blurts out, surprising the both of you. Your jaw drops open, and he starts profusely blushing, slightly stepping backward before you stand up, grabbing his hand in yours.

“Are you telling the truth, or are you just saying it.”

“I’m 100% serious.” You smile and your eyes flick to his lips, his eyes seemingly doing the same. The two of you slowly lean in, Steve taking the extra step and pressing his lips against yours. He smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you closer, your hands resting on his chest. He pulls away first, pressing his forehead against yours, giddy smiles on your faces.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I have a question.” You whisper before he kisses you again, moving his mouth down to kiss your jaw and neck

“Hmm?” He hums, the vibration tingling against your throat.

“If I was naked right in front of you, what would you do?”

~~~

“What a lovely little mess I made.” You whisper, looking at the array of hickeys and lovebites across Steve’s chest.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetie.”

“Oh, I hope not.”

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[ninjakitty15]

Cold As Death (Loki)

Chapter One: Looks That Could Kill

By all accounts, today should've been like the countless other days before it. Just another day stuck in a glass cell with the occasional "scientist" trying to figure out how to harness something no regular schmuck or mortal could hope to grasp by poking, prodding, and bleeding me. But this was Hydra for you, try to change one idiots mind, and several more idiots tell you you're wrong. German, American, or other, there are evil idiots in every corner of every world, that's for damn sure. At this point I couldn't figure out why they still kept me here, locked away from everything when they couldn't what they wanted from me. They already tried torturing it out of me like pain would make me crumble, I just ended up wincing or laughing depending on what they did as there were times I actually wasn't sure I felt anything, not because they did it often enough or it was that bad, I was just sorta dead inside so some nerve endings didn't always work.

The only thing remotely unusual about today though was it wasn't as busy where they stashed me, hands locked in power dampening shackles and a metal muzzle to boot. At some point earlier they attempted to keep me sedated and unconscious but I woke myself back up once they left me alone thinking I was no longer a problem. Amateurs. As I sat in the middle of the cell, eyes closed but fully alert and coherent, I felt before I ever heard a presence that felt otherworldly to me. They were silent, seeming to observe with caution as I felt it get closer and start to circle the container then pause right where I knew the controls of the cage to be. There was a fifty fifty chance this presence would let me out, the other half being they come in and another round of human pinata would start but instead of candy it would just be blood and a lot of bad puns and jokes falling out of me, maybe drop a few s/m mentions. Serious folks tend to get real uncomfortable when you get sexual on them. If you can't laugh about sex, you don't have a sense of humor.  A button was pressed on the panel and a door formed in front of me where the glass was and I got a stronger feel of who or what was in front of me on the other side. They were definitely not your average Joe, probably not even human and flowing with a lifeforce not even mutants could possibly obtain. An immortal for sure. They took one step toward me and because this wasn't something I'd encountered since my containment, I instinctively tensed which made them pause again.

"You're awake?" A smooth almost british accented voice, noted softly yet curiously.

I opened my eyes then just to confirm that as the muzzle was holding back my usual smartass responses. They was actually one tall man clad in leather and gold metal, watching me carefully with piercing blue/green eyes. Maybe it was seeing the same ugly mugs every day for gods know how long I've been down here and finally seeing a new face, maybe it was the fact he was wearing my two favorite colors and pulled it off better than anyone else I've seen try that. But damn did he look good. It might also be the killer jawline and physique too. His eyes fixated on the muzzle for a moment and a hardened scowl formed for some reason, surprisingly not twisting the dashing look like it does most angry men. And then suddenly I could speak again but opted to gasp like a dying beached fish because damn did it feel good to not have airways being blocked anymore. Vaguely I wondered if my lips were chapped from the damned thing before smiling maniacally.

"Finally, oral freedom!" I cried overdramatically.  "I don't usually offer though unless its returned, all's fair in love and fun stuff."

The man cracked a small smile and ventured a step closer to me. "What are you? And why are you in here?"

"Could ask you the same thing, hun," i quipped. "And seeing as I was here first, you should answer first."

He chuckled and took a more confident step toward me though his lifeforce strengthened like a guard around him. Before he could answer himself though, a booming and somehow familiar voice called out. "Loki, have you found anything down there?!" Which caused the dude now named Loki to cringe at the interruption and sigh.

"No one here but us ghouls," I told him in answer.

"They have a prisoner down here, brother!" replied Loki though his eyes never left me.

"Prisoner's such a harsh word, I prefer forced resident or illegal obtained house guest," I informed him. "You answer his questions, but not mine. It's because I'm black, isn't it?" I was actually what one would describe in terms of skin color as not recently dead pale white.

"I thought he was answer enough, I'm sure you know of Thor, he likes to play the hero of this realm," Loki replied to me, an eyebrow arched.

"The Norse God of shitty weather? Y'all aren't busy with cooler realms?" I asked.

"This wasn't my choice," was his dry response, making me smile more.

I snickered. "Spoken like a true sibling. So you came down here, an alien immortal, because your big brother told you so. My heart bleeds for you really."

He glared at my unabashed sarcasm and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now answer mine before he comes in and makes a great mess of this place."

"More than the people that came with this building already have? That's gotta take talent. But I'll bite. They hunted me down gods know how long ago and attempted to extract something from me that makes me awesome, didn't work obviously or they'd make a mess not even your brother could trump and we wouldn't be here talking. Too valuable to be killed, though they couldn't if they tried, too stubborn to be experimented on. Where'd they go anyway? Are you guys the reason I didn't get my daily prodding?"

"My brothers...friends dealt with the ones they could find, if they're anything like their namesake, I'm sure there's more in hiding waiting for reinforcements or something like that."

Another man leaped down out of nowhere that definitely wasn't Thor as he didn't have long golden locks or a beard, his head and half his face were actually covered by a mask and instead of a hammer was a shield in one arm.

"Thor failed to mention it was a woman," the new dude noted.

"And my gender matters because...?" I wasn't actually offended by this, just messing with him to get a reaction which worked as he genuinely looked bashful, making me cackle. "For all the armor you people wear, it's still surprisingly easy to get under your skin. Maybe I've just been here so long, they're just fashion statements now, if everyone's wearing leather armor count me in!"

"Sorry to disappoint, but it's just us," Loki told me.

"She tell you why they're holding her?" the new man asked him.

"They're trying to steal her powers though I'm not sure what they are yet."

"Only the best kind of course," I told them. "It's all the rage these days, all the Hydra agents gotta have it."

"Well they can find it somewhere else as you're free from them but you can tell us all about the what and why, if you don't mind," the new man said.

"You say that so politely but I'm getting the sense you weren't asking. I'll comply if you give me a hand here, mine are a bit tied up at the moment." I raised my shackled hands as high as able since they were chained to the metal floor beneath me.

The new man was quick to break the chains connecting me to the floor before Loki waved a hand like Jedi Knight and the shackled sprang open, dropping to the floor with a loud clang. I flexed my hands and shook them a bit to get feeling back with them being cramped and slowly got to my feet, staggering a bit as my leg bones cracked from the sudden use and weight. I sighed in sweet relief and relaxed with a slight grin. "Alrighty then!" With my hands free, so was my powers just a bit more and I could collect and stretch it out, testing the waters. That seemed to be enough for Loki to notice being a power person as well and both eyebrows shot up as he probably felt what I was doing. I winked at him before turning to the other guy. "Onward and upward!"

With the new guy leading me out of the building and Loki being my tail, I was on my way to freedom for good before being nearly blinded by that god awful ball of fire in the sky, everyone else calls the sun. I recoiled and refrained from hissing like an angry vampire, stumbling back into Loki in the process who steadied me and smirked at my reaction to daylight. The new guy looked back hearing me cursing at it and raised an eyebrow in question but didn't actually ask anything.

"What? I'm not a morning person," I responded before straightening up but subtly elbowing Loki in the stomach, causing a soft grunt from behind while accidentally hitting my funny bone which wasn't that funny at all as my entire arm went numb and tingly at the same time. "Stupid toned god with your stupid abs of granite."

The new guy stopped walking and pressed a hand against his ear. "We're out, all the agents we could flush out are dealt with. A ride would be nice." Ah he was talking on a com of some kind it seems. How high tech yet old school. Within a few moments, an even more hightech fighter plane of some kind hovered low enough for him to climb in first then offer his hand to pull me up as I was unfortunately not remotely as tall or long legged as either man near me. I looked around the plane curiously to see another man and a redhaired woman at the front as pilots, the woman looking back and landing her eyes on me as well.

"Are you the prisoner Thor spoke of?" she asked.

"I'm the illegally obtained house guest, yes." Loki snickered behind me and I reminded myself not to elbow him again as my arm still hadn't gotten proper feeling back.

The woman smiled as well and nodded. "Buckle up then, we're heading back to base, could get bumpy. All good back there, Steve?" she called after the first new guy who was now Steve.

"Ready when you are," he answered, sitting at the tail end of the machine.

The plane rose up and shot forward at an illegally unsafe speed above the city. Loki had settled across from me, eyes ever studying me but unlike the agents that actually did and more, they weren't malicious or power hungry, just cautious and curious. I decided to test his resolve then and locked my eyes on his in an unwavering staring contest. "First one to blink loses."

"Is that why they muzzled you? Because if you're not under their skin, you're cracking jokes?" he asked.

"If you don't have a sense of humor you don't have much to live for and that's how they win. Also no, it's not how I talked, but who I talked to or when it wasn't them."

"To contain your powers, like they did your hands then. And they didn't get anything from you?"

"What I have can't be drained or pulled out or copied, it's not specifically found in something like DNA or an organ or something physical even. Those guys claim to be scientists but real scientists accept facts as they are when proof is found and I'm living proof they're all frauds with no results. I bet they don't even have a Ph.D."

"They're Hydra, they're funded by power and money, not degrees and universities," Steve spoke up.

"So you're telling me they just pulled a few crazy people with crazyass theories on things from a hat and told them they're scientists now? I should've gone to college there, I wanna have money and be told I have a job with more money. All I got from mine a piece of paper saying I know some things and then years of disappointment from being unemployed. I probably look good in a lab coat too."

"A stark difference from your current attire of all black and hooded," Loki pointed out.

I snorted. "All they let me wear after ruining the one I was caught in from their experimentation, they thought the attire should fit the power, how unimaginative is that? Let's just advertise exactly what I can do to everyone around me, that'll throw them off for sure."

"And what can you do?" he challenged.

"Uh-uh, spoilers sweety. A preview of which will cost you extra."

"But we just gave you a free ride," chipped the male pilot.

"Hey, you're not part of this conversation, and I don't even know where we're going, this could be a free ride to something worse. Like Shield or the dentist."

"Bad experience? Ate too much candy as a kid, didn't you?" the pilot guessed.

"If you think there's such thing as too much candy, then your childhood sucked and I pity your past."

"Tony's gonna love this one," mused the female pilot. "What's your name?"

"I've been out of custody for like 15 minutes and finally someone asks! It's Noelle, Nell for short. And you pilots are...?"

"About to land for starters," the man said. "I'm Clint, she's Nat, and we're at base so everyone out of my plane."

"That's Tony's plane actually," quipped Loki as the plane landed and everyone unbuckled. "Come along, meet the rest of my brother's friends."

[parkerpeter24]

stay with me

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: angst, a little bit fluff (I'm not sure if there is any), occasional swearing, harsh words, tears, feels, my writing, no proofreading! This literally sucks

A/n: I didn't even bother to read it twice but I woke up today in tears. I had this crazy dream so, I wrote it down.

"Pete!" You called out after your bestfriend as you ran up to him and embraced him in a warm hug.

"Hey! How are you?" He had asked after securely locking his arms around your waist. You parted from him and checked for any injuries or bruises over his face.

"You are okay. I saw the news last night. What the hell do you think you were doing, fighting alien weapons in that bank 2 blocks away from your apartment?" You scolded him frantically.

"You know what I was doing, (Y/n). I was doing my job." He replied, pretty annoyed. You couldn't believe Peter was being so casual and careless about almost getting shot from alien weapons.

"You were being ridiculous and a complete idiot! Do you even care about your life? What if..." You couldn't complete the sentence even with all the combined strength of your body. You didn't want to lose your bestfriend, more so when you've secretly loved him for half of your life. He placed both his hands on your shoulders seeing your panicky state.

"Hey, I'm fine. I'm okay. See, (Y/n). I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever, okay?" He said as he rubbed small circles on your shoulders with his thumbs. You looked into his gorgeous eyes and just nodded slowly, not able to muster up words.

---

At lunch you sat at your regular table across Ned and Peter. You were talking to Ned about that crazy video you saw on YouTube when Peter sighed dreamily before he began to rant, "Have you seen how beautiful she looks when she is laughing at some stupid joke and when she-"

You were fed up with his same speech about Liz everyday and so was Ned by the way he rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Yeah, yeah we know how beautiful she is and all." You stopped him in middle of his sentence. "Now, answer the question." You said.

"What question?" He asked instead of a reply and you rolled your eyes. Ned had chuckled seeing you so annoyed.

"Are you both still on for the movie night?" You repeated as they nodded simultaneously, Peter muttering a little 'sure' under his breath before getting up for the next class.

It was finally the last class of the day, that is, the gym class. You listened to Captain America telling the students to be disciplined before you were sent out to do sit ups with a girl named Cathy.

You did your part as she held your legs and could hear Peter and Ned, who were apparently beside you, whispering something like 'guy in the chair.' But the voices were interrupted when you heard someone talk from behind you.

"For me, it would be... 'f' Thor, marry Iron man and kill Hulk." Said the blonde girl named Betty. She sat with Liz and your eyes immediately darted to your right only to see Peter staring at Liz, expectantly.

"But what about Spider-man?" Asked some other girl, making a lump form in your throat, which you immediately gulped down. Or at least tried to.

"Did you guys see that big security cam on YouTube? He fought off four guys." She shighed dreamily. 'No shit!' You thought and saw a stupid smile grow on Peter's face.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Now she's crushing over Spider-man. And Peter, who is Spider-man has a crush on her and they both have a fucking crush on each other! What the hell?

You were pulled out of your chain of thoughts when you suddenly heard Ned, "Peter knows Spider-man!" Your eyes went wide and you glared at him, just like Peter did.

"No I-I don't." Peter states as he got up from his position. You were not surprised though when Flash teased him. You glared at him like he just spoiled a book of murder mystery that you just started.

"I-Ive met him. Yeah, a few times." He said, you couldn't help a little smile that made it's way to your face at his flustured state but you were not too excited about what happened a few moments later. Liz was having a party and Ned and Peter were invited to it.

You weren't.

---

"So, our Movie night?" You asked, trying to hide the hurt in your voice, as you walked in the middle of both, Ned and Peter.

"Of course not! We have to go to a party." Ned said excitedly and Peter just smiled, too deep in the thoughts of Liz.

"Yeah (Y/n), you have to come over to mine and help me dress to impress Liz." He said even when he could've done a favour by remaining quiet. Could've saved you from the pain that it caused in your chest.

"But I wasn't invited." You stated. An uncomfortable silence settled in and you chuckled at the awkwardness of the situation. "And you're not making me go." You said a little sternly and they knew when to back up.

You had cried silently into your pillow that night.

Feelings can be weird.

---

So, your movie night was ruined. You could see how Peter was gradually spending less and less time with you as the days passed. You had come to know about the Vulture guy that dropped Peter into the lake. You and Peter even had a huge fight over it.

"(Y/n), you're not making any sense, you know that?" Peter asked as he ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated and fed up.

"Maybe I don't want to." You had replied with a slight quiver in your voice. It took every muscle in your body to stand still. "Why Pete, why do you keep doing this to yourself?"

"It is my responsibility, You won't understand." It wasn't his intention to make you upset. God, he wanted to take back all the words he was saying to you or at least run away just to not have this fight with you.

"I understand Peter! I do. But you don't want to understand that it's you I'm worried about. How can you be so selfish and foolish to risk your life?" You yelled but your voice was eventually a whisper at the end.

"No (Y/n), no you don't understand. You don't know what it's like to lose someone you love. Have you even loved someone in your entire life?" You were taken aback at his words and surprisingly cold voice.

Tears blurred your vision as he faced his back towards you, not saying another word before opening the window and slipping out quickly.

He didn't even say goodbye.

And yet, after all the harsh words, you couldn't get yourself to not love Peter. You knew he wouldn't listen to you and you were upset.

Until you saw another breaking news about Spider-man almost getting shot with a weird alien weapon while trying to chase two guys around the streets, the next day. You opened the contact list, almost dropping the phone, and called him.

One time.

Two times.

Three times.

No answer. You were sent to voicemail each time. And now you felt your face turning red from anger.

But when he picked up the phone the fourth time, "Why the fuck are you not picking up my phone?!" You yelled into the speaker. You could almost see the annoyed look on his face.

"Why did you call me?" He asked simply. Like nothing is wrong in the world. You were surprised by how calm his voice sounded.

"Peter, are you seriously ignoring the fact that you just missed a shot from a fucking alien weapon!" You raised your voice with every word coming through your mouth.

"(Y/n), can we not fight over this small thing?" He snapped, trying to keep his voice calm. He sighed, "Look, I'm really sorry for what I said earlier. I didn't meant that in anyway. But please just don't fucking fight with me! Not now!"

"Peter, I'm just worried about you!" You finally said, voice mere a whisper. You heard him sigh on the other end.

"Yeah. Can we, can we talk later. Liz is calling me." You were taken aback by his behavior. Was he the same Peter with whom you spent your whole life? With whom you've been in love for half your life? You were bubbling with anger and in no way you meant what you said next.

"Yeah, go talk to her. But don't come to me if next time you get shot from that wierd, alien gun." You seethed.

"Trust me, I would never come back to you." He retorted. His tone was emotionless, cold, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't recognize the person you were talking to. He was not the Peter you knew, he had changed.

Before you could register his words completely, he had ended the call. It was hard to breathe. You started panicking. 'It was never meant to be' you thought. You never meant those harsh words and when you gained back your senses, you knew what you had to do.

You had to make everything right.

So you shoved your phone into the pocket of your jeans and grabbed your jacket. You made your way towards his house. The streets were deserted at this hour of night and you walked silently at a fast pace.

Suddenly, you felt your feet left the ground and you were lifted up in the air. You frantically wiggled your arms and legs but the grip never loosened. You looked up to see a weird black mask with green eyes and wings...

The Vulture guy!

And you were on top of a building, the mechanical hands still holding you at arms length. If the Vulture guy had not been there, you might have enjoyed the view. And now your gaze shifted to the silhouette, swinging across tall buildings, finally landing on the same building as yours and revealing his red and blue suit.

"Hello, Spider-man. Think I've got a thing you like?" He seethed. 'Who the fuck did he call a thing?' You weren't a thing. The building was tall and you were still in mid-air, one leg touching the edge of the building.

"Leave her out of this!" Peter cried. At this point, you were terrified and shaking, and to be honest, anyone would be. Everything was a blur, mainly because of tears.

The mechanical arms of the Vulture suit loosened and you were falling freely. Peter's senses were all over the place. He ran towards the edge of the building, shooting a layer webs into the green eyes of the Vulture in the process.

He saw you, falling, one arm stretched out in hope and faith that he would save you. The only words leaving your mouth that he could make out were, 'I love you.'

He shot a web towards you, not able to focus, it attached to your abdomen. You were yanked upwards. Peter pulled you up until you were in his arms and sat you onto his lap.

"Hey (Y/n), I came back. See, I'm here... I'm not going anywhere." He sobbed. "Hey! Don't you dare leave me. You told me to quit Spider-man right? I'll give the suit back to Mr. Stark, please (Y/n)..." He cried into your shoulder, not able to control his senses. "I love you too." He mumbled into your shoulder, in hope that you'd wake up and embrace him in a warm hug like you always did. But this time you didn't. He pecked your forehead, then your cheeks. "Don't leave me. I love you so much." He whispered, but you didn't listen. You couldn't and he knew.

And being the kind of Person he is, he considered himself guilty. He couldn't come over the fact that his last words to you were, 'Trust me, I would never come back to you.' And to make up, he visited your grave everyday, carrying your favourite flowers in his hands and mumbling, 'Hey, (Y/n)! I'm back.'

It had been two weeks since the 'incident' that he walked towards the school, listening to the playlist once you had made at his house when you got bored, and scrolling through his pictures with you when he received a pending voicemail.

From you.

'Hey, Pete! I'm sorry for yelling at you and I know that I wasn't making any sense. I know you won't quit being Spider-man and you shouldn't. I'm proud of you. It's just that...' Your voice cracked, making Peter's eyes brim with tears. 'I love you, more than as a friend. I've loved you since that day on the beach with our families. I just said that on voicemail.' You giggled, making an effortless smile come to his face. The voice was like music to his ears. 'I'm sorry Pete, for everything. It's okay if you're angry but talk to me, please. God! I love you so much.' You sobbed making Peter's heart clench in his chest. There was a moment of silence, he heard your soft cries intently. 'I understand Peter, I know what you've been through. I will always be with you. I'm here for you now but if I'm not, I need you to keep going with Spider-man, with Liz, with life and move on. Promise me?'

"I promise." He had whispered into the phone. Now he had to learn to move on.

Without you.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this. Tell me if you wanna be tagged. My writing is not that good, so Thank you for reading it! ❤🖤

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[itsallavengers]

Never meet your heroes

Alright. They’d gotten through the first introduction, he’d managed to make it through the lobby and up the elevator without incident, so Steve was going to say that it had gone well so far.

Now, he thought, came the tricky bit. And that was actually introducing their new colleague to the team.

He took a deep breath, hoping that no one was naked as the doors slid open.

“Okay. So seeing as you’re going to be operating as new SHIELD liaison, you’re probably gonna be seeing a lot of the inside of the tower,” Steve stepped out of the elevator with the new woman SHIELD had sent beside him, silently thankful there was no immediate chaos to be seen, and as they returned their gazes to one another Steve held up three fingers. “This means you’re gonna have to follow three important rules, for the sake of your sanity and ours.”

Her brow creased, and it wasn’t for the first time that day that Steve wondered whether Fury was making the correct decision with this woman. She seemed... easily disapproving. And serious. Steve got that, he did, especially on your first day when you were wanting to establish boundaries, but still-- he hoped that there was a bit more steel to her. 

She pursed her mouth. “Captain Rogers, with all due respect, this is going to be a partnership, not a leadership.”

“I understand that, Ma’am,” he made sure to keep his voice polite as he walked her into the kitchen, “if it’d make you feel better, you can consider them more like guidelines. But I swear, they’re in your best interest.”

“Oh, are we giving grumpy-pants the house rules?” Steve ground his teeth as he turned to Clint, who’d become visible on the kitchen counter once they turned the corner. He grinned with a mouthful of cheerios. “Is this her face before or after rule one? Because it doesn’t spell good things if it’s--”

“Please ignore the homeless man who’s taken residence in our tower,” Steve said loudly, talking over Clint and blocking him from sight with his sizeable body, “he just showed up one day and refused to leave.”

“SHIELD liaison woman, don’t you think that’s workplace harassment?” Clint leaned sideways and looked at her with a deep frown, and Steve felt a Cheerio bounce off the back of his head. He made a mental note to buy nothing other than sugar-free granola from now on.

Mary Collins, said SHIELD liaison woman in question with 14 years’ worth of experience under her belt that she seemed determined to put to good use here, simply raised her eyebrow at Steve. “I think it’s warranted,” she informed him evenly, and then let herself sigh as she raised her hands. “Alright then. Give me the rules, Captain.”

Okay, that seemed like a joke of sorts. Steve could work with that. At least she wasn’t a complete buzzkill. “Alright, rule number one. No shop-talk at breakfast or dinner. We take food very seriously, and Thor starts breaking things if he gets interrupted too many times. For Tony’s bank’s sake, it’s best if you could just schedule your meetings around that.” Bruce walked through the kitchen at that point, looking like he was leaving somewhere, but he stopped to shake Mary’s hand before he left, giving her a smile and a short ‘good luck’. Steve marched ahead. 

“Rule number two-- sometimes we have fights. And sometimes they get physical.  I know that this might be considered unhealthy on any other working unit or team, but please consider the fact that we are all incredibly dysfunctional and emotionally maladapted.” When Mary’s eyebrows lifted again, Steve held out his hands and resisted the urge to sigh. This was the fifth Liaison they’d gotten through in the last year. Most of them barely even lasted a month before they ran. “It never results in long-lasting injury, and we tend to leave Tony out of it, but there may be occasional scraps that break out while you’re in our company. Just let us work it out of our systems and don’t get involved.”

“That’s...” Mary seemed a little lost for words. “Have you considered therapy? One-on-one and group, perhaps?”

For the sake of avoiding a long and rather awkward conversation, Steve tactfully chose to ignore the question. “Rule three- possibly the most important one- is to never, ever enter Tony or Bucky’s room without giving warning. Ever. And also, just...” oh God, this was a conversation that one of those two men should be having with their new colleague, not him-- he really hated being team leader sometimes. “Get used to PDA,” he muttered eventually, “lots of it. I’d just avoid them when they’re together, honestly. And don’t get threatening with one of them when the other is present. Oh, and although the team is allowed to tease them, you’re very much not.” He turned to her, suddenly serious, because he wanted her to know this, more than any of the other rules. “I mean it. They’re happy. SHIELD don’t have any business commenting on that. We’re their friends, so we’re okay. Until you reach that status, you will politely refrain from passing comment.”

By this point, poor Mary Collins seemed utterly bewildered. Which was fair enough; outside of the tower, no one knew that Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark were an item. Bucky was still adjusting to everything, most of all himself, and so for now they were keeping it quiet. The liaison would have to know due to the simple fact that she would be spending time in their safe space at the tower, but Pepper had already drawn up enough contracts and NDAs to drown the woman as soon as she left for SHIELD again. 

Steve had to hand it Mary though. She held her ground, even as Captain America glared at her. “I take it this means Barnes and Stark are a couple,” she said eventually, having processed all the information, “which I doubt will affect my job much. I, uh, will take note of the room thing, though.” She gave the smallest of flinches. “I’ve had enough trauma from sharing a dorm with my sister.”

That was a story Steve would definitely be extracting from her when she inevitably joined in on one of their team drinking sessions, and he stored the nugget away for later use. At that point, they’d entered the communal living room, where Nat was sprawled on the couch flicking through the TV, Thor was sat idly scrolling through his twitter feed, and Bucky & Tony were both sat snuggled into the loveseat in the corner of the room. Naturally, Mary’s eyes went straight for them; they’d only just finished talking about the two of them, after all. 

And of course, they were being all romantic. What else was new? Tony was curled up in Bucky’s lap, the two of them talking quietly as Tony scraped his fingers through Bucky’s long hair and twisted it up at the back, tying it out of the way for him. They were almost nose to nose, lips moving in conversation that Steve couldn’t pick up on, and a moment later they watched from afar as Bucky started stroking his metal hand teasingly over Tony’s thigh, sneaking under the fabric of his dressing gown. Steve did not doubt that that was the only item of clothing that Tony was currently sporting. 

He coughed loudly. “This is Mary,” he declared, and Bucky paused the feeling-up of his boyfriend in order to twist his head over to Steve, “she is our new SHIELD liaison. She does not need to see Tony’s junk during our first meeting, Buck.”

Tony pouted, as if the request was unreasonable, and it was only when Steve gave him a sharp glare that he moved; giving Bucky one last peck on the mouth before sliding off the man’s lap. He managed to save his modesty with a well-placed hand, and Steve could only silently apologise to this SHIELD agent. She had her work cut out from here on in. “I suppose I can save my junk for one man,” he agreed, turning back to Bucky for a second as he wandered over. Steve watched Bucky smile at him from the love-seat, such a soft thing. 

Even when they were insufferably touchy-feely with one another, it was hard for Steve to get annoyed by it. They just made each other too damn happy, and Steve was too damn pleased for them. They deserved it, he supposed. 

“Miss Collins,” Tony extended a hand and beamed at her, lax and loose and not fake at all. Steve eyed the marks on Tony’s neck, and figured there was probably a very obvious reason as to Tony’s uncharacteristically positive early-morning attitude. “What a pleasure to meet you.”

There was a dubious look given to Tony’s hand, and Steve couldn’t blame her. They had just seen Bucky a second away from giving Tony a handie, so God knows where Tony’s own had been. But it seemed she braved the contact anyway, because she took it firmly and inclined her head. “I’ve already been given the house rules,” she said with the smallest of smiles, and Tony chuckled, clasping his spare hand over hers.

“And you will also be given a very lengthy and watertight NDA that prohibits you from saying a word about mine and Mr Barnes’ relationship,” he added on, voice cheerful as he continued to shake her hand, “were you to break any of the clauses within or make my boyfriend’s face sad in any way, I will sue you for everything you own. Just so we’re clear.”

“Tony!” Steve glared at him, but Tony just smiled back, carefree-- although Steve knew him too well not to miss the smallest hint of steel in his eyes, and also be very acutely aware that Tony meant every word. He was fiercely protective of Bucky and his mental wellbeing. It had been what had driven off the last three SHIELD agents who’d rocked up to try and take Mary’s position. And Bucky had been responsible for the other two, for largely the same reason (although Clint accidentally pushing him off the roof of the tower might have been a contributing factor in one of them, Steve wasn’t too sure).

Mary eyed Tony for a second, before stepping away. “I see what you mean about avoiding the two of them” She told Steve drily, and Steve couldn’t help but grin as he gave Tony a light shove and sent him back over to Bucky, who was waiting on the loveseat. “Message received though. If I were less professional than I am, I might have been shitting my pants out of fear right about now.” Her mouth pursed again and she adjusted her glasses on her face. “Luckily, I’m a little too caught up on the fact that the God of Thunder apparently runs a stan twitter for Ariana Grande to care about being threatened by Iron Man.”

Steve followed her gaze to where she was looking over the couch. Thor appeared to be in the process of making a tweet about the injustice of ‘his queen’s’ new song not making #1 spot on Itunes. It was followed by a gif of kermit appearing to commit suicide. “He also has one for politics,” Steve attempted weakly, “I... it’s Asgardian politics, mind you, but quite informative nonetheless.”

She nodded, eyes somewhat glassy for a moment. Steve understood. You walked in the door of the Avengers Tower expecting... uh... something other than what you got, most of the time. If you caught them while they were mid-training session, you’d definitely be impressed! But- ah- any other occasion, and this was what you were more likely to get. 

Iron Man and the Winter Solider canoodling on some piece of furniture, Hawkeye eating food without cutlery, Thor starting arguments with twitter stans, and Black Widow refusing to change out of her pyjamas until after midday. 

Steve had accepted the fact he would never have any respect to his name ever again. Actually, he’d accepted that back in 2013 when Tony had drunkenly convinced Steve to buy several golden retrievers and then pose with them on social media. Without clothes on. The dogs had artistically covered his private parts, sure, but his image had never quite been the same. 

“I’m just going to apologise in advance,” Steve told her resignedly, “you’re going to be seeing some shit. You may leave here with more trauma than you started with.”

He watched Mary adjust her bag and cock her head at him. “It takes quite a lot to shake me,” she informed him, but Steve just held out his hands to the room. 

“We’re very shaky people.”

“Oh, believe me, you haven’t met my sister.” Mary’s eyes rolled and then focused on something behind Steve’s shoulder. He turned just in time to watch Bucky drape himself over Steve’s left side, fingers pinching his cheek playfully.

“Is he telling you how delinquent we all are?” Bucky asked, “is he making it out like he’s the only sensible one here?”

“Of course he is.” Oh, and now apparently Tony had joined at Steve’s other side, “although I’m betting he’s choosing not to mention that time with the Trans-Tower Long Jump Dare and the skinny-dipping incident in Central P--”

“ALRIGHT!” Steve held up his hands and clamped both of them around each friend’s mouth rapidly, feeling his cheeks flush. Mary was staring at him blankly, but Steve did not doubt that she knew where that sentence had been headed. “Alright, I think that’s enough for the introductions. Bucky, kiss Tony so that neither of you speak again.”

“Happily,” Bucky grinned and then ducked around Steve’s side, his hand curling around Tony’s waist easily. They both giggled, Tony pausing to add a final hurried “the skinny dipping was what broke the last SHIELD liaison, so good luck to you” before Bucky stuck his tongue in Tony’s mouth and silenced him. They wandered off somewhere, probably for more enthusiastic sex or whatever-- Steve had learned not to ask. Mary was just nodding to herself, over and over and over again. She seemed to be in mild shock. Steve didn’t know what to think about the fact that it was the stories of Steve’s own... less than stellar behaviour that appeared to have been a sticking point for her. Thor ran an Ariana Grande fan account, for fuck’s sake, but it was Steve doing some harmless dares that shocked her?

“I think I might have jumped into this job a little too quickly,” she stated in the end, looking at Steve and then looking down at Steve’s crotch. “I may need some time to think this over.”

“That’s fine. You’ve lasted longer than the second guy. He walked in, saw Thor and Bruce fighting naked, and then walked out again.”

A long, heavy silence followed. Then a loud splutter. “Wh... why are you always naked when these incidents occur?”

Steve just looked at her. Again, he was sure he’d used to own more self-respect than this. “If I knew, I would tell you.”

Mary didn’t speak for a while. Steve sighed. Mary copied. “I can see Mr Stark grabbing the Winter Soldier’s ass out of the corner of my eye,” she commented dazedly.

“Yeah, they do that a lot.”

“Right.” Mary blinked. “I’m going to go home and have a drink.”

“That’s understandable.”

“A big drink.”

“Again, I get it.”

A long pause. A small cough. Then, “I suppose... I’ll be in touch.”

Oh. Okay, well-- that was better than Steve had been expecting. He’d thought she might just hightail it straight out of there. With a nod, he led her back over to the elevator they’d arrived in, once more spotting Clint, still eating from the cereal box. It truly was a miracle he was as ripped as he was. That shouldn’t be possible considering the vast amounts of sugar that constantly ran through the man’s blood. “Be quiet and eat your breakfast,” he declared sharply, before the man had even opened his mouth. They did not need to regale Miss Collins with any more stories this morning. 

Clint threw another Cheerio at him, but Steve saw that one, and he plucked it out of the air and popped it into his mouth without looking. Mary was still staring. “This house is a fucking nightmare.”

“I...” Steve tried to think of a way to defend his team. “Yeah,” he admitted, when nothing sprang to mind. He pressed the button for the lobby and then stepped out, giving her his best smile. He noticed her hands were clutching very tightly to her bag, which held nothing other than the file on SHIELD regulations and protocols that she had been supposed to get the team together and go through before leaving. 

Steve figured they weren’t quite ready for that yet, though. Her rules could not help her here. 

“Have a safe journey!” He called out to her as the doors slid shut, waving cheerily. She didn’t respond, but her hand tightened around the bag, and as soon as she was gone from sight Steve took the time to groan. Loudly. “I hate all of you!”

“You just hate the fact you haven’t got any sense of shame any more, Captain,” Clint informed him, pointing the cereal box in his direction as Steve walked through. He sulkily snatched a handful of Cheerios from the box and shoved them into his mouth, choosing to ignore Clint’s words. He was headed for the living room, but at that moment Nat and Thor traipsed out of it, looking equally as sulky as they too went for the Cheerios and grabbed handfuls. 

“Don’t go in there,” Nat said mutinously, “they’ve started canoodling again.”

“Loudly,” Thor added.

Steve looked between them all, and then leaned back against the fridge. They fought monsters on a biweekly basis. They’d been through hell together- survived torture, mind control, death and everything in between. They were Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, in every sense of the word, and there was nothing that they would not do for each other. 

“If they get bodily fluids on the couch, I’m throwing them both off the tower without hesitation,” Steve ground out, folding his arms over his chest. 

“Larry Erikson-style!” Clint whooped, and Nat smacked him over the head instantly. 

“You said that was an accident.”

“It was! Mostly. I mean-- it wasn’t my fault that he was trying to get me to sign documents while I was in the middle of playing water-tennis with Thor. I won’t do it to Mary though, she seems nice.”

Steve listened to the three of them being to argue over the merits of throwing a liaison off the tower once they got annoying, and he didn’t bother trying to tell them that was a bad idea. He just ducked down into the bottom cupboard and grabbed Thor’s Asgardian mead, pouring a generous serving into his cup of tea.

If Mary got to drink after being around the Avengers for five minutes, Steve figured he’d earned this, considering he’d been around them for five years at this point. He was fairly sure he’d lost a good 80% of his sanity in that time. 

Ah, well, he thought as he watched Thor clap him on the back and tell him that his butt looked terrific in the new sweatpants he was wearing-- you win some, you lose some. And he thought he might have won more than he’d lost. 

Just about.

--

Kofi

[the-devil-herself]

Never Enough - Chapter 22

CHAPTER: 22

DESCRIPTION: Certain mates of Jotuns receive soulmate marks on their bodies. What happens when Loki’s mark is found on a girl with immense power? 

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: ALRIGHT FOLKS, if you have been following this story on AO3 or read it earlier, you’ll know this is where my fic has paused at. Well, I am working on the next chapter now, and I can’t wait to update you all that have been waiting for so long! Please give me some feedback and enjoy.

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I didn’t know what was happening to me.

I couldn’t understand where this “thing” had come from or if it had been dormant in me for so long. If so, then why show itself now? Did it have to do with the man on the balcony?

I tried hard over the next two days to figure it out. The blackness creeping in my veins wasn’t slowing down, but, thankfully, I could hide it. The only time I could see the inky substance in my skin was when I called it forward—like I was looking for it, but otherwise, it hid itself.

No one else knew. I still hadn’t told Tony or anyone. In fact, I hadn’t spoken to anyone since I woke up besides Bruce and occasionally Tony when he checked in on me. Bruce came every morning to study the progress of the infection, and he hadn't seen my infection growing as I did. If he did, he would tell Tony, then I would never be let out. So I kept it hidden.

And maybe this wasn’t a bad thing, right? Maybe it was just my powers expanding, and I was maturing into my full potential. However, looking back on how I threatened Tony, I knew this power inside me was dark.

I hadn’t seen Loki either. My heart ached to tell him everything and to have him hold me, but I could not bring myself to seek him out. He was on the lookout for Lorelei, which was something only he could do. Distracting him would only delay the process and put us in danger of Lorelei hitting us off guard. Loki had told me he would stay with me, and he did, in his own way. I found flowers from him every so often as his reminder he was still looking after me. Of course I hid these from Tony, too.

“You should get some air.”

The voice startled me from my thoughts. I looked back to see Nat had come in, leaning against the doorframe. Smiling at her, I responded, “I have windows that open.”

“Not what I meant,” she scoffed, chuckling. She came into the room and sat on my bed. “You don’t need to lock yourself in here.”

“Well I’m already locked in the compound, so what’s one more cage?”

Nat raised her eyebrow. “You’re not a prisoner.”

It was my turn to scoff. “No? Then why won’t Tony let me help you guys fight Lorelei?”

She patted the spot on the bed next to her, motioning for me to come sit by her. Reluctantly, I did, and Nat turned to grab my hands. “Tony cares for you, Dana. He cares for you more than anyone, and he needs you to be alright. He doesn’t need you putting yourself in danger. You getting hurt would be the worst outcome for him.”

“But I can do it! Aren’t people dying and Lorelei winning the worst outcomes?”

“Yes, but if it means risking your life, then he won’t see it that way.” Nat sighed and squeezed my hand. “You’re young, and you have so much growing to do.”

I looked towards the ground, my brown hair falling to cover my eyes. “I feel weak. I have all this power, but I can’t do anything with it. I keep getting hurt by my hope to one day be something more.”

“You already are something more.”

“I’m… full of power—power that I’m not sure I can control, and I’m not sure if I want to. This thing, whatever it is, has made me feel stronger than ever. I feel like no one can ever touch me again.”

Nat reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. “No one will hurt you. We will make sure of that.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to keep relying on people. I want to rely on myself!”

Suddenly, she turned my head to look into her eyes. “Relying only on yourself is a very lonely thing to do.”

“I’m already lonely,” I whispered.

I felt her hand softly caress my cheek. “Power is very tempting. It can make you feel strong, invincible, but it is an illusion. The only way to be strong is to have people who care about you with you.”

I closed my eyes, feeling my breath leave my body. When I was not myself, I was at my most powerful. I had the whole room full of Avengers at my feet, and I could’ve done anything I wanted. But at the same time, I felt nothing. I wasn’t myself, and my emotions were dulled. It was like I was someone else entirely, and for some perverse reason, I liked it.

“It didn’t seem like an illusion,” I breathed. “It seemed so real.” I needed it to be real.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I continued to feel like an itch for that power again. I wanted it so much that I began pacing back and forth in my room. I began to feel like an addict, needing a drug I had only tried once. But damn was it good.

It got to the point where I went to my window and released it. The black tendrils flew out of my hand and swirled onto the grass below. Soon enough, the front yard was turning brown as the black smoke surpassed each plant and leaf. The yard was rotten by the time I was done, and I didn't want to stop. The power radiated throughout my body, and I gasped from the pressure building inside of me. I felt full. No one could ever beat me.

I stopped myself so suddenly. I gasped for air as the feelings left my body and my power receded. What the hell was I thinking? If I had let my control escape me, I was in danger of seriously hurting someone. So why couldn't I stop myself?

There was no stopping the panic that ran through me. Breathing hard and wheezing, I grabbed onto my throat. My heart felt like it could come right out, and my lungs felt so constricted.

My body was shaking. What was happening to me? That surge of power had overtaken me and without it, I felt weak again. I was nothing without it.

No! That’s wrong.

After counting down from a hundred and feeling my muscles relax, I got up and ran from my room. I needed to get that air that Nat was talking about.

But before I could get to the back door that led out to the garden, my body bumped into someone else’s. A hand reached out and caught me before I fell on my ass, and looking up I saw it was Loki.

“Darling, where are you running to?” He looked concerned, and I caught his subtle study of my body to see if I was harmed.

“I… Sorry, nowhere,” I stuttered. “I was just going to the garden. Seemed time to leave my room.”

“I am glad you are feeling better. I’ve been wanting to see you-“

“But Tony, I know. It’s okay.” I wasn’t sure if my reassurances were enough, but I was too focused on myself to think about it. I moved around Loki’s body and made my way towards the door.

I didn’t get far. Loki caught my wrist and stopped me from reaching my goal. “Dana, what is the matter?” Now he was really worried.

In an instant, I was turned around to face Loki. His eyes were soft as he gazed at mine, and concern was glowing in them. And I stopped.

Loki had been here before. Years ago he was tempted by a power such as this, and he gave in. He was overrun with it, leading him to attack Earth. The road there was paved with lost relationships and a loneliness so great it swallowed him. He was given the illusion of power, and he, too, believed it was real. Could he answer my rumbling thoughts?

It was a risk. I was terrified of voicing them to him. He might think me a monster or he could believe I was stupid for thinking such things. He might yell at me or mock me. He could leave me.

But he was the only chance I had.

My hand wrapped itself around his. “Loki,” I sighed, too scared to look at his eyes.

He tipped his forefinger under my chin and raised my face so that we were eye-to-eye. “Is there something wrong?” he asked softly.

Before I could thoroughly think it through, my head nodded. I sputtered, “Something is very wrong.”

“Love, tell me-“

The alarm interrupted Loki’s sentence. It blared throughout the compound, startling us.

“What the hell is that?” I asked.

Suddenly, a crash sounded from above us, and we heard windows shattering. The living room. Someone was here, and they were not invited.

“Loki!” Thor called.

I felt Loki tighten his hold on me. “She’s here.”

[avengerscompound]

Phoenix

Phoenix: A Captain America Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC (mentions of Thor x OFC)

Word Count:  3683

Warnings:  Smut (Bi, MMF threesome, oral sex, double vaginal penetration), angst, hurt/comfort

Synopsis: A tale of the burden of Immortality.

Phoenix

Does it count as immortality if you keep dying?  My memories of my lives are hazy.  I have existed for so long now that I can no longer remember when I first began.  As long as there have been men?  Most likely.  Longer than that?  It is possible.

The ancient Greeks called me Phoenix.  In ancient Egypt; Bennu.  In China; fènghuáng.  They only knew one of my forms.   I can also take on the form of a large dog with fiery red fur.  Most commonly I am a human woman.

What the folklore did get right was my constant rebirth and my affinity with fire.  Each time I die my body bursts into flame and out of the ashes a new me rises.  My new form can remember my past lives, but it’s as if they had been spoken to me like a story.  That person may have been me, but they are also not me.  In all my millennia of existence, I have been out of place.  A lone and infinite being among short-lived and fragile mortals.

I can remember when the Norse gods came.  I’d heard word from Greece and flew to the cold islands they inhabited.  I recognized something of myself in them.  The long life.  The power.  They weren’t immortal though.  Not really.  They just persisted for Millennia.  I stayed with them.  Trying to figure out if they knew my kind.  I was tired of being the only one.  For now, they were close enough.

I consorted with one of them.  The large one with the hammer maybe?  His thin brother who was sneaky and believed himself smarter than all of them?  I can’t remember.  Nor can I remember the name I chose for the son that was conceived.  Or what he looked like.  I died in childbirth and they took him home with them, leaving me to restart my life.

The next few centuries passed with only minor incidents.  The humans just continued on their evolution as I watched.  I died once at around 10BC having naturally reached the end of my cycle.  I died again in the late 8th century after I fell asleep in bird form and a large cat took me.

Over my lives, I would fight with the mortals if a war felt like it needed my interference.  During World War I, I chose a side and fought in dog form taking out my chosen enemy.  People told tales about it.  They thought it was some sort of curse.  The hellhound that has coming to drag you down to the pits of Hades.

In World War II I was drawn to the man they called Captain America.  I thought maybe this man might have achieved some form of immortality.  That he might need a companion because forever was a long time to have to watch everyone you love die over and over.

I couldn’t get near him while he fought.  I made an attempt to join the Strategic Scientific Reserve to get closer to him and whatever it was that created him.  He died before I was successful and I moved on, disappointed that I was wrong about my assessment of the man.  I did keep trying to find out what they did to create him in the first place.

In the 1960s I must have done something to draw the attention of some dark forces because a man came for me.  He broke into my house and I was awoken to his metal fingers closing around my throat.

My first thought was not about how I was about to die.  Dying and rebirth are inevitable.  My first thought was for him.  His body was held like an assassin but his eyes spoke otherwise.  They were full of pain.  I then saw that thing inside him that I saw with the soldier.  That little fire that I thought was maybe immortality.

“Who are you?” I gasped, through my restricted airway.

He didn’t respond and as the world went black I whispered.  “I forgive you.”

When my body reformed as an infant I changed form into that of the hound.  A newborn puppy is less noticeable and slightly more independent than an infant human.  The assassin was sitting at the end of the fire ruined bed, bolt upright.  I approached the man and nuzzled at his arm.  He looked down at me blankly and picked me up.  I licked his fingers and he started to cry.  Tears ran down his face in silence and he held me against his chest.

Another man entered my room.  This one dressed in black combat wear and holding a rifle.  “Soldier, what are you doing still here?”  He barked.   He spoke in Russian and I now knew where to turn in my searches.

The Assassin looked at him blankly.  “She said she forgave me.”

“So you set her on fire?  You sick bastard.”  The handler sneered.  “Get up, we have to go back to headquarters.”

The assassin stood still holding me.

“Where did you get the dog from?”  The handler asked.

“It’s her.”

I looked up at the soldier and whimpered.  He recognized me.  No one had done that since Ancient Greece.

The handler just rolled his eyes.  He pulled me from the assassin’s hands and tossed me aside.  I hit the ground with a yelp.  The assassin snapped.  He slammed his handler up against the wall and started choking him.  His handler struggled, gasping for breath.  A shot was fired and the assassin dropped to the ground.

“Fucking dog.”  He grumbled, pulling the assassin to his feet and throwing him over his shoulder.  “I’m going to get shot for this.”

The next decade I just spent growing.  I wandered the streets until I found a person who was willing to take me home.  I was adopted by a young family and I stayed with them until I was three, before switching to bird form.   I remained isolated and watching as the world changed.  

In the 80s I returned to human form and rejoined the population.  I returned to my search.  This time making my target the Assassin that murdered me.  There were rumors and false leads.  I did have one thing they didn’t though.  Time.

Thirty years passed and Captain America returned.  Not dead after all.  Frozen.  I tracked him down to a facility in New York City and when I went to find him the city was attacked from outer space.  I have a moment to appreciate that two of the Norse gods have returned and I was killed again.  A piece of a falling building taking me out.

I repeated the process from before.  Dog who is taken care of by a kind stranger.  Bird alone watching.  As I watched the Earth was invaded.  There was a struggle and I decide to join the fight.  A seven-year-old girl cannot fight but a seven-year-old dog can.

I fought ferociously and the others who fought just accepted me as being there.  Occasionally I would hear ‘Where’d that dog come from?’  But the fact no one knew didn’t seem to bother them.  As long as I was on their side.  I once again earned the name Hellhound.

Towards the end of the war, I met my end once again.  I had a moment where I wondered why my cycles kept getting cut short this century before I burst into flame and reformed.

Before I even had a chance to crawl out of the pile of ash a metal hand scooped me up and I was shoved unceremoniously into a cargo pocket on the assassins pants.  Bucky was his name.  I knew that after fighting by his side in the war.

Victory was finally taken and the survivors limped home.  Bucky pulled me from his pocket while he was on the jet.  He held me up to his face and scratched my ears.

Captain America - Steve looked over to him.  “Where’d the puppy come from?”

“I think it’s the dog that was around,”  Bucky answered.

“Buck?”  Steve asked clearly puzzled.  Despite all he had seen in his life.  All he had experienced the thought of a dog being grown and then not was still too perplexing to him.

“The dog got hit.  It burst into flame and then it was this.”  Bucky explained.  He held me to his chest and I nuzzled into it.

“So like some kind of phoenix but a dog?”  Steve asked.

Bucky smiled at his friend.  “We fought next to a talking raccoon and a tree, is that so far fetched?”

Steve shrugged.  “I guess you’re right.”

Bucky scratched the back of my neck and kissed the top of my head.  “That’s a good name though.  Phoenix.”

“Are we keeping it?”  Steve asked.

Bucky smiled.  “Yeah.  I think so.”

So a dog is how I stayed.  I don’t really know why.  It just felt like something he needed and it was something that didn’t hurt me to provide.  I stayed Bucky’s dog for almost six hundred years.

I stayed by his side constantly.  If he fought, I fought.  When he rested I rested too.  I would lie on the couch with my head in his lap while he absentmindedly petted me.  I slept on his bed.

I witnessed as he dated women and when he brought them back to his room I went and sat with Steve and witnessed his heartbreak.

After a hundred years I started to see their relationship change.  There had always been something between them.  Something they were both too scared to acknowledge.  A whole century it took before they stopped trying to pretend.

It started with touches.  They brushed past each other a lot.  When I was on the couch with Bucky their hands would meet in my fur.  Then one day they were training.  Sparring in the gym and Steve pinned Bucky.  It wasn’t unusual for that to happen.  But this time Steve didn’t let him up.  

Bucky reached his hand up and stroked it over Steve’s jaw.  “Stevie…” He breathed.

Then they kissed.

I didn’t want to intrude on their moment, despite the fact they only saw me as a dog.  I slunk out the door and waited for them.

It was another year before they did anything more than kiss.  I nearly had to witness that too, but thankfully Bucky let me out of the room.

They were really happy for around four hundred years.  The team changed around them.  Their friends died and they made new ones.

Until something snapped in them.  I had feared it would happen.  I think the Norse gods thought it might too.  They had been witnessing the fragility of humankind for a long time.  They offered to take Bucky and Steve to Asgard.  They refused and instead took me and retreated from society.  Much like Superman and his fortress of solitude.  It became just them.

I gave them time.  It just became worse.  They started to not even want to see the people who came to help them.  Worried they’d become attached.

I woke one morning and decided this could not go on.  They were losing who they were.  I jumped up on the bed as they slept and nuzzled them awake.

“Phoenix.  Stop.”  Bucky grumbled, trying to push me away.  “Use the dog door.”

I started barking.  They both stared at me blearily scratching their heads.  I changed before their eyes.  Something I had never done before to another person.  Bucky’s jaw dropped and Steve scrambled back on the bed.

“Ph - Phoenix?”  Bucky stuttered.

I cleared my throat.  I had never gone this long without using my human form, it felt foreign to me.  “Yes.”

“How long have you been able to do that?”  He asked.

“The whole time.  Although, at the start; if I had changed I would have been an infant.”  I explained.

“Why didn’t you change before?”  Steve asked.

I shook my head.  “I am not entirely sure of that myself.  I have lived a long, long time.  Longer than you could ever even hope to imagine.  One day you’ll know.  You still won’t have lived as long as I have, but on the scale of things, the hundreds of millennia I have endured will be insignificant.  At the time I saw a man who needed a dog and that was something I could be.”

Bucky pointed at me.  “You’ve seen me naked!”

“And I am naked right now.”

Bucky stalked towards me.  “You are naked.”  He growled and traced his fingers down over my breast.

“Bucky.  I was your dog a little while ago.  Do you not think that is strange?  Your husband is sitting right there.”  I said.

Bucky sat back and frowned.

“You need to be around people again.  You can’t isolate yourselves like this.”  I said.

“Phoenix…” Steve sighed.

“That’s not my name,”  I replied.

“Then what is?”

I sat and thought.  “I don’t remember.  Is that what you want for you?  To forget your name?  To not know how to relate to people?  To think them lesser than you are?”

“We keep losing them.  Over and over and over.  They’ve started to call us gods.  It’s already gotten to the point we can’t relate to them.”  Steve said.

“I’ve been beside you this whole time, Steve.  I know first hand what it’s like to be worshipped as an idol.  It is hard to relate to mortals.  To continue caring for them when they continue to make the same mistakes over and over again.”  I moved closer to them putting my hands on their legs.  “You isolate yourself and you lose who you were.  What was important to you.  You stop being the people they love.  Who I love.  You lose the part of you that is even able to love.  How will that leave you both?  Stuck together for eternity and not even being able to remember that childhood you shared and each used to cling so tightly too.”

I looked at Steve and touched his face.  He leaned his head into my palm.  “What was your mother’s name?”  

He furrowed his brow, trying to remember.  “I don’t know.”

“That’s how it starts.”

Bucky had started touching me again.  It made sense.  He hadn’t seen another person for around fifty years besides Steve.  And it had been 200 since he’d actually made physical contact with another.  I was used to his hands being on me, so I ignored it.

“What do you propose we do?  Go back?  Let them worship us?  Watch as the ones we form attachments to die?”  Steve asked, sardonically.

“Listen to yourself, Steve.  The ones you form attachments to?  Do you even remember what love is?”  I scoffed.

“I love Bucky.  What about you?  What do you know about love?”  Steve snapped.

“Not a lot.  I had a child once.   I don’t remember them.  Or who their father was.  You follow the path you’re on and you can end up just like me.  Is that what you want?”  I sighed.  Bucky had been moving around me as Steve and I talked, his hands trailing over my skin.

Steve sighed.  “Buck.  What are you doing?”

Bucky looked up at Steve like he’d snapped out of a trance.  “I haven’t seen another person for so long.  I forgot what women looked like.”  He shook his head.  “I think she’s right.  I love you, but it can’t just only be us.  We go days without speaking to each other.  We’re losing who we are.”

“You’re full of criticism but so far you haven’t given us any suggestions.”  Steve groaned and lay back against the wall.  “If we return nothing will change.  It was destroying us to be around them.”

“So go to the Asgardians.  Thor has persisted for almost as long as I have.”  I suggested.

Bucky’s hands were on me again and I reached behind me and ran my hand through his hair.  He looked up at Steve.  “I think she’s right.  They said they’d take us.  We should go.”

Steve looked at Bucky and his eyes were filled with such sadness that it broke my heart.  “Am I not enough for you, Buck?”

Bucky groaned.  “Steve, you know it’s not like that.  I have been with you for centuries.  Do you think I would’ve stayed if I didn’t love you?  But we both need more than just us.”

“You keep touching her, Buck.  What if we go to Asgard and you decide you’re bored with me?”  Steve implored.

Bucky reached out to Steve and when Steve took his hand, Bucky pulled him forward and kissed him.  They kissed over my shoulder.  It was as deep and passionate as they always were.  Not one ounce of love had been lost between them for the past six hundred years.  “I love you, Steve.  As much as I ever have.  Maybe more.  But I’m not an island.  I need people.  I keep touching her because she’s something I’d forgotten I needed.  I used to touch her all the time when she was Phoenix too.  I need that contact with something else.  People more than anything.  Don’t pretend you don’t feel that too.  I know you, Steve.”  He took a deep breath in and released it in a huff.  “Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve brought someone else in.”

I looked at Steve, trying to see the thing that Bucky saw.  It was sitting just under the surface, being held back by his sense of honor and what was right.  Similar to the thing that held him back from admitting his feelings to Bucky in the first place.

I took his hand in mine and stroked my thumb over his palm.  “You can touch me.  I don’t mind.  You used to touch me.”

“I thought you were a dog then,”  Steve said, but his hand came forward anyway.

“I’m not anything your eyes tell you I am.  But I do have warmth.  And I am willing.”  I replied.  “You have no reason to fear me.  I’ve always been here.”

Steve’s hand came forward and slid up my leg and over my belly.  Bucky’s lips touched onto my shoulder and he ghosted them over my skin.

“When Bucky was seeing women, you used to come sit with me,”  Steve said.  It was half question, half statement.

“I didn’t want to watch.  I never watched the two of you either.  But I knew you were hurting.  I thought you would prefer not to be alone.”  I answered.

Steve inhaled deeply watching as his own hand as it moved up towards my breast.  He exhaled and looked at me.  He seemed to stare right into me for a moment.  “What are you?”

I shook my head.  “I wish I knew.  I want not to be alone.  I have wanted that more than anything.”

Steve’s mouth crashed into mine, pushing me back into Bucky.  Bucky began kissing my throat in earnest.  He reached over and put his hand on Steve’s throat.

I let them both explore my body as they desired.  Enjoying their hands and mouths on me.  How they never stopped touching each other either. How they’d pause to kiss before returning their attention to me.  That this was about their beginning of reconnection with others, but without leaving each other behind.

They each seemed to enjoy touching my breasts.  After a half-century, I guess they were like a new toy.  They kissed and sucked on them.  They squeezed them and pinched my nipples.  They nuzzled into them and rested their heads on them like pillows.  Each time their touches caused me to moan they'd repeated them, sometimes increasing the pressure.

I touched them too.  Lazily trailing my fingertips over their skin.  Enjoying the feeling of human senses again.  When my hands reached their cocks, something flipped in each of them.  There was a frantic need to taste me.  I was pushed onto my back and they both sat crouched between my legs taking turns worshipping at my cunt as they did in Ancient Egypt.  They each brought me to climax again and again.  Until I was pleading with them for respite.

They sat up, mouths glistening and looked at me eagerly.

“I can take you both if you want.”  I purred.

Their eyes darkened and Bucky beckoned to me.  I climbed up into his lap and pushed him down, lowering myself onto his cock.  We both sighed and gazed at each other when Steve came up behind me and pushed me forward against Bucky.  I rolled my hips and on the downwards pass Steve’s cock pressed against my entrance.

He held my hips still and slowly pushed into me, stretching out my cunt.  It burned but burning is what I do and I welcomed it.  We moved together and kissed.  Out mouths moving from one to the next.  They kept whispering to each other.  Little words of love to each other.

The room became filled with the sound of our pleasure.  Moaning and grunting. Panting and cursing.  We each came within short succession of each other.  Each man filling me with his seed.

After we lay together talking still constantly touching.  A decision was made.  They would go to Asgard.

Thor greeted them with open arms.  “Friends, welcome!”  He roared, embracing them both as we stepped from the Bifrost.  “Your new home and family awaits you!”

He looked to me and his eyes went wide.  “Isis?  Is that you?”

I looked down at my hands and the warm brown of my skin.  Something about that felt right.  “I don’t know.  Is that who I am?”

He threw his arm around my shoulder.  “You have isolated yourself too long, My Lady.  Do you not remember me?”

I nodded and furrowed my brow.  “I remember … there was a son… Loki’s?”

Thor roared with laughter.  “No, lover.  He is mine.  Mothi.  Would you like to meet him?”

I looked up at the large god and then at the other two immortals.  I nodded and for the first time in my many lives, I felt like I belonged.

[imagine-loki]

Return

TITLE: Return CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Eight AUTHOR: theterrifyingtermite ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that, at the end of Endgame, Loki comes back. Only one problem: this isn’t your Loki… RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Gearing up to the moment that the entire fic was built around. (I’m so dramatic. I know.)

Chapter Eight:

One month, three weeks, and two days left.

She had officially reached a point of being uncomfortable – even though the quantity of spells should have prohibited it – and was officially permanently tired, finding herself today with a lingering headache.

Trying to do things the “normal,” human way was failing. Articles and books and any sort of information she could find really didn’t cover the whole ‘inter-species’ aspect of her life.

While Stephen and Wong were a great help, she figured that even their access to knowledge had a limit – though it would be emphatically denied if she questioned it out loud.

Still, she was thankful for them, as she was for the woman sitting down across from her.

“Here,” Christine smiled, passing over a mug of Pai Mu Tan tea, her own cold brew in her other hand.

She thanked her, wrapping her hands around the mug and breathing in the scent of it while willing away the ocular pain that had accompanied yesterday’s migraine and had followed her into the next day.

Christine had been one of the best things to come out of the situation. Busy as she was, there were texts; calls; and the occasional venture out for a visit, when she felt like braving the world.

Whatever she was willing to give, Christine was ready to accept. While they weren’t exceptionally close, it was good to have a female friend.

The fact that she was also a female doctor and a touch more understanding about her physical changes was a lovely plus, even if she didn’t know the process personally.

“Maybe someday,” she had teased the other woman gently, vaguely describing a certain (personally: obnoxious) wizard.

Flushing, Christine had muttered something impolite under her breath before the two women shared a laugh.

However, she cut herself off fairly quickly; the area of her midsection that felt as if it were cramping corrupted the sensation of joy rather unpleasantly.

She pushed aside the feeling though - it was probably only her body changing with the length of time required for growing this particular baby.

This mollified, she fell into their chatter for a few more minutes. But as the drowsiness of the afternoon wore on, she began to lose focus on the conversation, thoughts wandering elsewhere.

After a long, blank moment, she realized she was trembling.

Her head felt as if it were soaring heavenward.

Everything felt distant and clouded, and she squinted as the concerned face of Christine flickered in and out.

“We need to go, now,” was the insistent demand that she was finally able to understand.

Aware enough, she nodded and dragged herself to her feet, leaning heavily on Christine’s arm. Concerned voices whirled around her, repeating something about a doctor; getting a doctor, but the other woman was insistent about her career. She’d get her to her hospital; everything would be fine.

They turned, and she was suddenly accosted by the feeling of tightness coming from her lower back.

“Christine,” was all she could whimper out, free arm curling tightly around her stomach as the pain behind her eyes grew with every step.

Focus. She needed to focus.

She could hardly see straight.

Christine was talking on her phone; she could see a swirl of light open before them.

Loki?

Hope flared.

But no; it led to the base of a vast stairwell, and an open, wooded lobby sort of area.

Another voice, deeper than Christine’s rumbled in her ear.

“One more stop; come along now.”

The overwhelming, sterile scent of a hospital reached her as hands slid around her shoulders and knees. She was lifted and carried through another portal.

For a moment, she thought she heard his voice, but no; it couldn’t have been him.

Then, at some point, she blinked her eyes open to find herself stretched out on a bed, to see Christine pulling over a machine, and to watch her prep an IV.

Christine caught her bleary gaze and smiled stiffly. 

“We’re going to do this my way while the guys see what they can do. We’re going to figure this out, okay?”

Managing a nod, she closed her eyes, feeling them well with tears even as she drifted off again.

She only wished he were here.

___

She didn’t remember the first twenty-four hours.

Thankfully, she was fully awake the next afternoon, listening as Christine explained what happened.

Preeclampsia.

Well, if not exactly that then something very similar to it.

It would explain the headaches, the dizziness, and the growing abdominal pain that had happened over the course of the week.

As much as they could understand, after months of spells and an unusual conception, her body had attempted to reject the infant.

The magic had been focused to contain the child and protect her system, not help it adjust to an “unnatural” pregnancy.

Even though Christine shushed her, rubbing her back gently, she shook.

There were things she could do in the normal way of medicine to help. Some medication, maybe, and bed rest were probably the two easiest to handle.

So long as the medicine didn’t counter-act with the magic. It was something they would have to take one step at a time.

Once she had calmed again, Christine laid out the plan that she and Stephen had constructed. She would stay here one more day and night; no one knew about it – no, don’t ask how; Stephen did something and Christine really didn’t want to know – and then in the morning she could go home, and they would get her settle for the last two-ish months.

At her nod, they got to work – comparing and testing, failing repeatedly, and then tentatively finding a balance.

Afternoon slipped into evening and finally they had it all sorted – and she slept.

One more night of monitoring, and then she would be home.

___

Stephen had whirled her away back home early in the morning, a list of orders from Christine held firmly in his hands.

He set her on the gliding recliner that had been gifted to her by Wong, made sure she was comfortable, and then ordered her not to move.

As she sat still, tucked up on a pillow and underneath a thick, fuzzy blanket he wove together some sort of shield around her.

Not that she understood everything he said when he went off on a technical rant, his PhD persona showing through in his explanations, but she nodded along anyway so he wouldn’t get snippy.

It was something to help keep the adapted spells in stasis until she was “Frost-Giant-full-term,” but she needed to keep still in it until the process was complete.

Easy enough.

Until she immediately jumped as a string of loud knocks broke through her concentration.

A sheepish smile to the long-suffering huff from the man, and he rushed through the last of what she needed to know.

“Obviously, this goes in line with what Christine told you. And you have your pills?” was what she thought he said next.

Another round of much more aggressive knocking echoed towards them, pulling her attention away from the wizard once more.

At her question of whom it might be, Stephen shrugged.

“Oh, well, we put up a ward around your house to prevent undesirable otherworldly activity.” His voice held the tone of pure nonchalance.

Gaping and unsure of what to say at first – a dozen thoughts, feelings, and questions stirred up inside her, until she decided she was highly displeased.

“We didn’t think you’d want to be bothered for a-“

“Go open the door, now,” she all but spit at him, angry, frustrated, relieved he hadn’t been willfully ignoring her. “Or so help me, I will get up and punch out some of your perfect teeth.”

A blink.

A glare.

More banging.

When she actually moved to toss away the blanket and wiggle out of the magical field, Stephen held up his hands, turning on his heels. “I’m going; I’m going! And then I’m leaving.

“Don’t move until that’s finished,” he grumbled, waving a hand over his shoulder and going on as he left about the time it would take to re-do it, so if she would be so kind as to let it finish…

She swore at his back, ignored his snide response, and slumped back into the chair.

There was yelling as soon as the back door was opened, and she found herself enjoying the tirade that Loki was directing towards Stephen. It cut off with a curse – no doubt the wizard had made a timely getaway – and then he was striding into the room, green eyes blazing with a fury not seen in months.

He stopped in front of her, taking a moment to scan the spell hovering around her before sneering at it, his hands clenching.

“How much longer is this going to take?”

She was unsure .

“Not long?” She offered with a shrug.

Loki scoffed, folding his hands behind his back and planting his feet in a defiant stance. “Right. Care to tell me why I am just heard about this? Thor got some sort of electronic mail communication from that other woman earlier today.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his careful pronunciation. When he glared in response, she shrugged. “I thought you might have been avoiding me.”

His face twisted, and she reached out – pausing before touching the magical shield. “I assumed they would tell you. It’s not like I could.”

At her words, the spell suddenly fizzled and dissipated in a puff of smoke. Quickly, Loki grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers through hers before she could withdraw.

He took a deep breath before speaking through gritted teeth, maintaining patience. “I made you a promise.”

“I know,” she admitted, tugging on his hand until he met her gaze. “I shouldn’t have doubted you. Now help me up; I want to sit with you.”

At his hesitance, she threw aside the blanket, claiming she would do it herself. Even if she was unevenly weighted at the moment, she wasn’t incapable.

It was enough provocation to get him moving.

“No, you will not,” he snapped at her, catching her other hand and pulling her up as she unfolded her legs.

He muttered under his breath about impertinence, stubbornness, and a slew of other rather rude things – but wrapped an arm securely around her waist to transfer her to the couch, so she decided to let it slide.

When they were both seated and facing each other, he glowered at her. “Do you have no self-preservation?”

“I didn’t ask for this to happen,” was his pert reminder as she crossed her legs as well as she could, huffing at the effort.

A shoulder hitched, but he persisted, even as he reached down to assist. “You should have told me you were feeling unwell.”

You should have been able to tell, is what her mind supplied. Words caught in her throat, and she stammered until she was able to formulate something less antagonistic.

“I…I didn’t want you to worry.”

An eyebrow quirked.

God of Mischief, king of lies.

“…he would have been able to tell. I wasn’t being fair.” She admitted this after a sigh, letting her chin drop and resting her gaze on their entwined hands.

He hummed quietly in response, thumb stroking over her hand.

And then, breaking the silence that followed:

“May I…the last time – I know I hurt you. But…may I see your memories again?”

When she hesitated, he held up his free hand in surrender. “You don’t have to. I only thought…well, I am willing to understand this time. And it may help me to know you better.

“Things are changing, and I…” There came a slump to his shoulders. “I want to do what I can to make it easier.”

Well, she couldn’t argue with his logic.

Just – after nearly a year and everything in it, revisiting her entire life with the other Loki didn’t seem quite as appealing.

Mentally steadying herself, she reached for his other hand, and he shifted closer, nearly looming over her until he bent down and his forehead rested against her own.

Her heartbeat had quickened; there was the tiniest flicker of fear, and then –

“Do you consent?” He asked her, his voice hushed in the stillness that had settled over the room.

A moment crept by.

She took in his tone, the gentle grip his hands held on hers, and the softness of his breath mingling with her own.

“I consent,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

Only then did she feel the warm brush of his consciousness.

“I trust you.”

___

At some point, she realized that she was no longer flitting her way through her memory with Loki.

She was dreaming.

It had been so peaceful this time and so gentle while wandering through the past few years remembering and sharing the bliss of days gone by. It shouldn’t be too surprising that this had happened.

Only…she had never dreamed of a place like this.

Mountains were in her direct line of sight. Massive, exaggerated heights that shimmered with the hint of snow at the peaks – even from the distance that she beheld them. And from them, gliding all the way to her, green as far as she could see.

There was grass all around her; it was lush and soft beneath her now bare feet. She wiggled her toes in it appreciatively, reveling in the sensation.

It was all more real than she had ever dreamed before.

Yet, something in her whispered that it couldn’t just be that.

For one, she had never seen a place like this nor pictures of it, anyway.

For another, it was far too temperate compared to the strong, summer days they were having.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply and listened. The air was clean and clear; it had a wild fragrance found only in the wilderness.

It also carried the breaking sound of waves.

An ocean?

She turned then, slanting a hand over her eyes against the light slipping through the cover of clouds. In the distance, she could see the edge of the cliff and the water flowing beyond its precipice.

And someone standing by it, facing out towards the sea.

Curious now, she began to move towards the figure, one hand tucking under her swollen middle; the other catching and re-tucking hair that blew around her eyes.

It was when she got closer that she quickened her step.

It was when he turned to face her, and he smiled – in such a familiar way – that the tears came.

It was when he held his hands out to her, coming to meet her, and she fell into his embrace that she finally gasped out his name.

“Loki.”

[marinaaniseed]

Hotwax

Song: Hotwax from the album Odelay by Beck.

Summary: Scott's’ pleasantly surprised to see you at Tony’s costume party.

Pairing: Female reader x Scott Lang

Length: 1,499 words

A/N: Drink, drugs, bit o’ smut. This one went a bit weird. See here for what this is all about.

***

For some reason, Tony decided to throw a costume party where everybody dressed up as another hero.

Sam’s in a red wig, pretending to be Nat. Nat’s wandering around, wielding a toy Mjölnir. Thor convinced Tony to build him a suit, although Tony refused to put any fancy gadgets in it, because he doesn’t want to be responsible for that, not after the last party.

Scott had gone into full fanboy mode when he’d gotten the invite, which is why he’s spending Saturday night in the captain's clothes.

It’s his only chance to be Captain America, he wasn’t going to pass that up. He wishes he’d thought it through though. Cap’s a lot bigger than him, so the sleeves keep flopping down over his hands, the crotch of the suit is by his knees, and he’s had to roll up the bottoms of the trousers so that he doesn’t walk on them.

Plus, the shield is a lot heavier than he was expecting. Still, it was nice of Cap to lend him his stuff, even if Scott now feels very silly sitting in the kitchen watching everyone milling about around him. Perching on a bar stool where he could still reach drinks was definitely the best plan.

He knows he’s drinking too much, too quickly, but it’s just nerves. He doesn’t know anyone particularly well, and it’s even more confusing now that everyone is dressed as each other. Some of the costumes are better than others and he has to do a double take occasionally just to make sure exactly who it is who’s come over to the bar.

Clint - also dressed as Nat, but fully made up and squeezed into her tac suit with the zipper pulled down, at Nat’s own insistence really confused Scott.

Not that he should be surprised. Of course Nat would help her best friend do a good job of impersonating her.

“Wanna smoke some grass?” Clint had offered, and it’s only his voice that made Scott realise it’s not the real Nat.

“No, I’m good thanks,” he notes, not wanting to get up and shuffle awkwardly around in Cap’s clothes.

“You don’t have to behave like Cap, just because you’re dressed like him,” Clint teases. “Are you sure you’re good?”

Scott just gives him a goofy grin and a thumbs up. Getting a little stoned would probably be good for him right now, but he doesn’t want to explain his costume problems.

Tony gets the karaoke machine set up, and Scott swivels round to watch as T’Challa takes the mic to kick things off with a Beck number. He’d told Scott earlier how much he’s enjoying American music now that he’s been spending time at the Wakandan outreach centre in Oakland. They’d made vague plans for Scott to visit the centre at some point, given how close it was to him. But the amount T’Challa is enjoying singing along to his new favourite, Beck, is nowhere near as much as Sam is enjoying the fact that T’Challa chose to come to the party dressed as him.

“An actual king dressed as me, so clearly I’m better than all of y’all,” Sam calls out when T’Challa’s finished.

“Hey, there’s a god dressed as me,” Tony argues, getting up to take the mic from T’Challa. Tony’s also dressed as Cap, except his costume was made to fit, making Scott groan a little and reach for another bottle.

He almost spills it down him when Pepper taps him on the shoulder. He swivels round to face her, almost choking on his drink when he sees who’s next to her.

“Scott, I’d like to introduce you to the newest member of Stark Industries. This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Scott,” she says before leaving the two of you alone.

It’s not just that you’re stunning and sexy that has Scott coughing violently, it’s your costume.

“Y-you-you’re me,” he eventually splutters. You’re the only Antman he’s seen at the whole party, and in all honesty, he wasn’t expecting to see any.

“Yeah, I wanted to dress as my favourite,” you explain shyly.

“Me too,” Scott enthuses, before fully processing what you’ve said. “Wait. I’m your favourite?”

“Of course! I mean, the hacking thing was super cool. That’s my area of expertise, actually. I’m here as an ethical hacker to test any weaknesses in the Stark systems. And you explore the quantum realm, which sounds really interesting. And,” you lean in to whisper in Scott’s ear, “you’re definitely the most attractive.”

Scott’s face is blushing so hard, it’s definitely putting the red into red, white and blue. How could you think he was the most attractive when there’s a literal god in the room?

“I should get going,” you say, pulling away, worried that you’ve made things awkward.

“No, wait,” Scott says, grabbing your wrist. “I’m just shocked and flattered. There are so many cooler, sexier people here, and you think I’m the best?”

You nod, chewing your lip.

“Well, I think you’re the best. Apart from Cap. But he dressed as Thor, and you dressed as me, so that makes you better than him, in turns of costumes, and I’m just going to stop talking.”

Scott wishes he could talk to you without seeming like a gibbering idiot, but you stand there smiling at him.

“Just a question,” you say, “but couldn’t you grow a little so that Cap’s suit fit you better?”

“I honestly didn’t think to wear my suit underneath,” Scott admits. That would’ve been a good idea though.

“We could go back to your room and get it?” you suggest, a glint of mischief in your eyes. “Or just go back to your room?”

It’s worth a shot. You can see by how he’s reacting to you that he’s interested as well, and who knows when he’ll be in New York next.

Scott’s lost for words. He can’t believe that you’re propositioning him. Slipping down from the stool, he shyly offers his hand to you, even though it’s covered by the sleeve of Cap’s suit. Relief washes through him when you slip your hand into his, letting him lead the way to his room.

“An excellent union, Man of Ants,” Thor booms across the party as you’re about to leave.

Scott tries to hurry out of the door, to get away from all the shouting and cheering, succeeding in tripping over the bottoms of Cap’s trousers and falling flat on his face.

“Are you ok?” you ask, helping him up.

“Face is a little sore, think my pride is more damaged though,” Scott admits, utterly embarrassed.

“Here, let me kiss it better,” you reply, moving Scott back against the wall, kissing his lips eagerly and reaching a hand up to run through his hair.

“Good god,” he gasps when you pull away. He’s never been kissed quite like that before, with a gentle enthusiasm that leaves him groaning for more. He hitches the trousers up to his thighs, taking your hand again and almost dragging you to his room. It feels like the longest walk of his life, even though it’s only five minutes.

The two of you lurch through the door, slamming it shut behind you. There’s a race to get out of your respective costumes before Scott stops abruptly, suddenly self-conscious in his underwear.

“Are you sure? I mean it’s not too late to go back to the party?” he asks, wrapping an arm around himself.

“Absolutely sure,” you answer with a smile, and it’s the most beautiful thing, apart from Cassie, that he’s ever seen.

Scott exhales shakily as you sink to your knees in front of him, soft carpet against your bare skin.

“May I?” you ask as your fingers reach out for the waistband of his underwear.

“Y-yeah.”

He’s already half-hard and the way you’re licking up and down his shaft, lapping around his sensitive head has his legs shaking violently.

“Sit down, Scott, before you fall down,” you say with a smile, and he shuffles backwards until the backs of his legs hit the bed frame and he falls backwards with a small cry.

You climb on top of him, leaning down so that your breath is tickling his ear.

“Would you like me like this?” you whisper.

“Oh my god, yes,” Scott huffs out, hardly able to believe his luck.

You get back up and find your handbag, discarded in the pile of clothes. You rummage through until you find your purse, with the condom you keep just in case.

Scott’s glad you thought of that, because he didn’t want to have to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. where to find one.

Opening the packet, you roll it down onto Scott’s erection. For a miniature sized hero, there’s nothing miniature about this part of him.

Easing down onto him, Scott begins to thrust up into you. He hopes to be invited to a lot more of Stark’s parties if you’ll be at them too.

[redstarwriting]

She Wins.

Thor x Reader

Request: “Can you make a thor x reader where the reader is an actress and she takes him as her date to the awards and he presents her award to her on stage”

Word Count: 2,199

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, Cute Thor

A/N: This one was really fun to write considering I’m going to school to literally be an actress. Just the thought of being at an award show like this one day is honestly kind of a dream to me, so writing about it was a pretty fun experience. I hope you enjoy this one! 

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You look in the mirror of your room, assessing your outfit. You were in full glam tonight, as it was the Oscars, and you were up for best actress in a leading role. This was a really big deal to you, considering the Academy voted on who they thought should get each award, and you were close friends with some of the people who were deciding whether or not you get the award. While some may say it’s rigged due to the fact that you know some people who will assist in selecting, they’re all professionals who can recognize talent. Even though you know them personally, they won’t just give you the award unless they believe you’ve earned it. That makes it even more nerve-wracking. When it comes to the Golden Globes, it’s just critics, and you’ve learned to not ignore, but not completely listen to critics. All critics have different opinions, and quite frankly many of them are still sexist, so no matter what you do, some people will always find you to be bad. Especially since you speak out against anything and everything when it comes to women being underestimated and overlooked. Some men are just too fragile with their masculinity. Honestly, there was only one man whose opinion mattered to you, and he basically worshipped the ground you walked on. Thor.

Ironically, while you were thinking about Thor, he walked into the room, and stopped dead in his tracks. “I have never seen true beauty until this very moment on this very day,” he announces, causing you to blush. “You say that every time you see me, Thunder Boy,” you say, turning to face him as he makes his way over to you. “That is because every time I see you, I am reminded of what true beauty is. No matter how you believe you look, I see the most gorgeous being in the universe, and most definitely the most gorgeous Midgardian to ever exist.” He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss. You smile into it, pulling away to look at him. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself, you know.” He was wearing a fitted black suit, and even though he looks very attractive in his Asgardian gear, Thor in a suit? Hot. “Thank you, my love. But my appearance pales in comparison to you, as always.”

Thor always knew what to say to make you feel more confident. Not even just with looks, but with everything. If you were doubting your acting abilities, he’d tell you immediately to, “never doubt the natural abilities you have, as you have proven time and time again that you are gifted when it comes to portraying another.” No matter how you feel, Thor can always just improve it. And he did just that in this very second. You reached up and brushed a strand of his long hair behind his ear. “Why is it that even when my hair is restrained some pieces still tend to get out?”

“Hair is uncontrollable, Thor. It does what it wants,” you say, grabbing his hand. “Now, shall we go to the red carpet?”

“Indeed.” You lead him down to the limo you’ll be arriving at the awards show in. Happy is your driver, and he smiles at you, opening the door. “Thanks, Happy. I appreciate you volunteering to drive us tonight,” you tell him, giving him a quick embrace. “Of course, (Y/N). I’d drive you two to Walmart in a limo if you needed me to.” You laugh at his response, getting into your ride as Thor follows you in. Obviously you would bring your boyfriend as your plus one, and you know a lot of your work friends were excited to finally meet him. You two would no doubt be plastered on every tabloid and your pictures would be all over social media tomorrow, which meant you’ll see the typical Thor fangirl posts complaining about you. However, you didn’t care. Tonight was special for you, and you wanted to share it with someone even more special. Thor grabs your hand, kissing it before setting it back down while still holding it. “Will all of your friends from work like me?”

“They’re going to love you, don’t worry. The only people you should be worried about are all the photographers and interviewers who are going to try to shove their microphones in your face and get you to talk all the time. That shit is annoying.”

He chuckles at you, wrapping his arm around you in the process. “I cannot imagine it is as annoying as fighting off an entire army,” he says, and you grin. “Yeah, it probably isn’t but I wish I could fight them off sometimes. Honestly, who cares what you and I do? Can you believe that someone asked me if we joined the Mile High Club once?” “Ridiculous. You and I have joined no clubs.”

“Well, no we actually did join that one and honestly a whole new Mile Higher Club.”

“We have joined a club?”

You start to laugh at his cluelessness, before whispering in his ear what the Mile High Club was. His eyes get big for a moment before he lets out a loud laugh. “Oh we have joined that club! I did not know it was a club, is there a membership we are a part of now?”

“No, Thor, it’s just a ‘club’ people ‘join.’ It’s not a real organization,” you inform, and he nods. “You Midgardians are a strange species.”

“Yeah says the guy who can literally control lightning,” you say, and he shrugs. “I would not call that strange. It is just one of my many talents,” he smiles at you and you roll your eyes. “Get your ego in check there, babe,” you say, patting his cheek as he chuckles.

The ride seems to go fast, considering any time you get to be with Thor is ridiculously fun. When you two pull up to the venue, you smile at him. “Be ready for lots of flashing lights and lots of noise,” you tell him and he smiles. “I can handle some flashing lights and noises,” he assures you and you wink at him. The door opens, and you make your way out of the limo, thanking Happy for bringing you and Thor again. Thor gets out moments after you, immediately grabbing your hand. You smile at him, and you two make your way over to where the pictures are being taken. You pass by fans, reporters, and some paps. You smile and wave to people who support you, Thor giving them an appreciative smile for supporting the love of his life. A member of your team walks beside you, and she’s already eyeing the outlets and reporters she wants you to talk to. You know the photos come first, so you walk straight over there, waiting your turn as someone is already getting the photos snapped of them. Your team works to make sure you look picture perfect, and you grin at Thor. He grins back, and when the actor in front of you is done with his photoshoot, you and Thor are up.

You immediately hit your staple pose, Thor having his arm around your waist. The flashes are more intense than they’ve ever been, and you have Thor to thank for that. Not only are they getting a picture of one of the most talented actresses in the world, they’re also getting pictures of one of the strongest beings in the universe. Thor stands to the side at one point, presenting you to the cameras. You smile at him before going full celebrity mode, and then it’s time for you to leave the photo portion, and head over to the video interviews. You’re guided by your team, landing interviews with E! and a few other outlets. When you begin talking to the E! Reporter, her eyes immediately get big at the sight of a literal God standing in front of her. “And look who we have here! Not only (Y/N), but Thor as well! What a power couple,” she says, and you laugh. “He has all the power here, I’m just his girlfriend.”

“My very talented and very amazing girlfriend. Do not let her humility fool you, she is equally as powerful as I, just in different ways.”

After getting shoved along to the paper and web interviews after that, you get to go inside of the event. You’re led to your seats, which are front row, and you both sit down. Your good friend is sitting right next to you, and you finally get to introduce her to Thor. Many of your coworkers approach you, actually, each one excited to meet your other-worldly boyfriend and talk to you about the awards you are up for along with them. After introducing him to multiple people, he looks at you with his eyebrows raised. “You were not lying when you said there would be a lot of noise,” he says, and you laugh. “Well, hey, at least it’s good noise. And not people getting shot or stabbed on a battlefield.”

“That is quite an honest statement.”

The awards start, and since Neil Patrick Harris is hosting again, it’s quite a wild ride. Jokes are being told left and right, and you can best believe he commented on you and Thor. You laugh at his jokes, occasionally hiding your face as Thor laughs and wraps his arm around you. The award you were up for wasn’t being presented until almost the end of the show, so you and Thor just sat and watched as your friends and colleagues got to accept their awards. “I am excited for your award,” Thor whispers to you, and you roll your eyes, punching him on the shoulder. “We don’t even know if it’s my award yet, Thor,” you inform him and he just grins. “You win every award in my eyes.” You immediately blush, hitting him on the shoulder again and causing him to laugh. After a few more awards are announced, Thor clears his throat, looking at you. “I am going to go use the restroom, I will return momentarily,” he tells you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before you can even think about stopping him. He speed walks backstage, and you bite your lip. Your award is going to be announced soon, and you were nervous he wouldn’t make it back in time.

Your nerves were confirmed when you realized your award was about to be announced. Before you could even begin freaking out, though, a tall blonde walked out onstage to announce the award. “Thor?!” you ask, mainly to yourself, but the cameras got your confused expression as he walked up to the microphone center stage. “Acting is an art form like none other, having the skill to become a completely different person with a completely different life story from yours is a remarkable talent, and the women who are eligible for this award prove this. The women up for best actress in a leading role are…” Thor beings announcing the names, your name being last. He looks over in your direction with an endearing smile before announcing your nomination. “(Y/N) (L/N), Brooklyn Burning,” he says, and you smile as the applause sounds around you. He waits for the applause to die down completely before saying, “The Oscar is awarded to.”

He opens the envelope in his hands, reading it and immediately smiling from ear to ear. “The woman I love infinitely, (Y/N) (L/N)!” You cover your mouth, tears immediately beginning to well up in your eyes. Your friend pulls you into a hug, and you making your way to the stage. “You didn’t tell me you were presenting!” you say, wiping away a tear that managed to leak out of your eye. Thor smiles at you, “I’m sorry, my love. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Yeah, well I’m pretty damn surprised!” Thor laughs at your reaction, before pulling you in for a kiss while handing you your Oscar. This move caused the cheering to well up again, and you can’t help but smile. After giving your acceptance speech where you thank every person on the face of the planet who you care about, you head backstage. You immediately hug Thor, as he lifts you up off the ground. “I told you you would win, my love,” he says to you and you just smile, shaking your head. “I still cannot believe it. And I can’t believe my boyfriend gave the award to me!” you exclaim, holding the award in your hands and smiling like a madman. Thor pulls you in for a kiss yet again, and this time, your buddy Ellen snaps a picture of it. Needless to say, there’s a picture all over the internet of you holding an award in one hand while your other hand is cupping Thor’s cheek. “Stop trying, she wins.” was the caption Ellen used, and honestly, she’s right. Even if you didn’t win that award, you still had the best boyfriend you could ever have. The Oscar was just a bonus.

[villainousshakespeare]

For the Price of a Book An (eventually) smutty Loki Fairy Tale

Summary: In the days before the events of Thor I, Loki inadvertently comes upon a female servant being punished by a pair of guards. Her crime? Stealing a book from the rooms she was tasked to clean. Curiosity captured, he decides to break through the shy exterior by any means necessary.

Work in progress, multiple chapters

Pairing: Loki/OFC

Warnings/tags: Some allusions to attempted/prevented rape in the beginning. (not by Loki) Eventual Romance, Angst, Sex, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Pre-Thor (2011)Master/Servant, Loki (Marvel) Has Issues, Dom Loki (Marvel), Feels, Romance, Loki (Marvel) Angst

AO3 Link: Chapter 1

This was not supposed to be her life, Lysse thought in despair. It was not that she was opposed to hard work - indeed, she had toiled away all her life, but she had always done so with her mind. Raised in a seat of learning and educated by the finest tutors, who also happened to be her family, she had grown up with the understandable expectation that her life would also be in academia. Books were all she knew, all she was good at. They were meant to be her life.

So to find herself now reduced to a chambermaid in the Palace of Asgard was an absolute horror. It wasn’t the work that was the problem. Alright, yes, she was not fond of scrubbing floors or doing laundry for pompous nobles with more free time than they could fill. Who would be? But she could endure it. She could even endure the contempt in the eyes of those she waited on. Plenty of the gentry who came to the University to be educated had nothing but disdain for the teaching class who worked thanklessly to try and hammer some semblance of knowledge into their over-bred minds. Sneers from lordlings and ladies were nothing new to her. 

No, the problem for Lysse came at the end of the day. When she at last put down her rags and buckets and returned to the servants’ quarters, she inevitably wanted to weep. There was not a single thing there to read. It was no surprise, really. The vast majority of servants at her level were illiterate. But to Lysse, for whom the worlds of her stories were as real if not more so than the world around her, it felt like death.

Lysse would lie there on her cot, staring at the ceiling and pine for the literature that had been her lifelong refuge. No one understood, but that was nothing new. No one had ever understood her need to escape, to travel to distant lands through the words emblazoned on a page and to live out dreams she would never dare in actuality. But now she was stuck, living out this one dreary nonexistence with no escape to be offered. None of the other maids had ever owned a book. They all thought her addled and avoided her.

When word came a few weeks into her servitude, weeks that seemed as years to the clever girl, that one of the young lords living in the palace had requested her for a parlor maid, Lysse had been over the moon. It was a huge promotion, and earned her the instant spite of those she worked with. Lysse hardly noticed their enmity, as they had never been kind to her to begin with. All she cared about was that she would be allowed upstairs. True, most of the time she would spend tending to Lord Fandrall’s rooms, but she would also run errands for him, occasionally accompany him outside of the palace, and she would at least be in the company of those with curious minds, even if only as their servant.

Her first day in his employ went well. Lysse was shy and tongue tied as always around the handsome blond warrior. She wished once more that she could be as clever vocally as she was in her brain. She was never at a loss internally for a thought or an opinion, but as soon as the opportunity arose to share it aloud with someone else her tongue seemed to be made of lead and her words ran away from her. Still, Lord Fandrall seemed pleased with her, and she was able to listen in when he spoke over a light lunch with a dark haired noble woman. Their talk didn't particularly interest her, being composed as it was of battle gossip, but at least it was something.

As the week wore on, it became alarmingly clear why the young lord had requested her presence, and Lysse began to feel panic. On more than one occasion, she had caught him staring at her with a look in his eye that she dreaded. It was not that she didn't think he was handsome, he was undeniably so (if not particularly her taste), but Lysse had learned early that nothing good came of it when a noble lordling dallied with a servant. The last thing she needed was to become embroiled with her master. As his hands began to wander when she stepped near to him over the next few days, grazing as though by accident over her rear or across her breasts, Lysse began to feel trapped. To leave his employ would be to go back to the cold, dark world of the servants quarters with no reprieve. It would also be sure to offend Lord Fandrall, and he would have no difficulty making Lysse's life miserable should he choose, even were she not assigned to him. On the other hand, he was making no effort to hide the fact that he found her avoidance of his attentions an amusing game, but that he expected it to end sooner rather than later.

"Tonight, Lysse, I will be going on an over night trip to Reigdorn," he told her offhandedly one afternoon as she served him lunch. "You will need to pack a bag for me."

"Yes, my Lord," she responded dutifully, rejoicing inwardly. The longer he was gone, the longer she would have to come up with a way to deflect his attentions.

"You should pack one for yourself as well," he added with a smirk. "It gets cold on the road, so I've decided to take you with me for warmth. I'll meet you in the stables at sundown."

Lysse tried to keep the terror off of her face as she nodded to the floor. Fandrall merely chuckled and strode out of the room, off to do whatever it was that amused him all day. 

Lysse was horrified. No matter how she told herself that it would not be so bad, she could not bring herself to the point where she was willing to submit to his advances. The very thought made her blood run cold. As she packed his bag and prepared everything for his departure, the truth kept ringing out in her head. She was not going to do it. She would go back to the dungeon of the servants quarters if she must, but she was not going to be the easy conquest of a smug lord just because she had managed, through no fault of her own, to fall on hard times. When sundown came, she decided, Lord Fandrall would find his bag neatly packed in the stable, but Lysse would not be there. She would leave the palace and seek employment else where. She should never have come here to begin with. Lord Fandrall might be angry, but he had no true interest in her beyond a passing fancy.

It was very possible that she might have gotten away with her plan, were it not for her one great weakness. As she was putting the last items in the satchel for the lord, Lysse's eyes happened upon a book that lay, discarded, on the back of his chest of drawers. It was a book of fables, and from the look of it the binding had never even been opened. Longingly, Lysse ran her hand over the spine. She realized that this was the only book she had seen in Lord Fandrall's room, and she opened it in curiosity. On the inside cover was scrawled the sentence, "Fandrall, perhaps this will instill in you some sense of curiosity. Many happy returns, Loki."

Lysse couldn't help herself, looking around foolishly as though someone might be lurking in the shadows, she tucked the book under her arm and, grabbing the satchel, left the room.

***

Loki sat on his balcony studying the book laid out before him. The spell described on the page open on his table was incredibly complex, and he had been trying to perfect it for days. It wasn’t often he had to do much more than glance over a set of instructions to be able to complete any given spell, which made his difficulty with this particular incantation infuriating. He hated not being perfect at anything, usually choosing to avoid those activities that gave him the most difficulty. He was naturally gifted at enough things that this didn’t limit him unduly. But when it came to sorcery he refused to admit that there was any spell he couldn’t master. 

Closing his eyes to aid in his centering, Loki drew a deep breath and envisioned the transformation in his mind. He was almost there, he could feel it. This time he had it! So when a piercing, high pitched scream tore through the air and startled him out of his concentration, he was ready to do violence.

Upending his table with a wave of his hands as the shrieking continued, Loki surged to his feet and disappeared off his balcony in a flash of green. A moment later he was in the gardens below, tracking the sound through a maze of flora. He would find the source of the caterwauling and make them regret even having a mouth with which to disturb his work. 

He did not have to go far before he discovered the offenders of his peace. In a small clearing, two burly guardsmen had third person pinned to the ground. As Loki approached the men, a scream rose from the obviously a female captive they had trapped between them. Loki stopped a few paces away and curled his lip in distaste, not caring for what he had obviously walked in on. 

The woman in question managed to turn her head away from where a burly, red bearded warrior was pressing his mouth to her lips, eyes wide with fear and anger.

“Help me!” She cried as her eyes met his, desperation in her voice. "My Lord Prince, please!"

Loki could understand her alarm. Her dress had been torn down the front, showing an enticing amount of cleavage. One arm was twisted beneath her, the other pulled over her head and held in place by the hulking man, while his companion was in the process of raising her skirt. At her plea for help the two men stiffened and turned to look at him where he lounged against a tree at the entrance to the clearing. 

"Oh, Prince Loki, it's only you," said the one by her head, relief flooding his face. "For a moment I feared it was someone important."

Loki felt his teeth clench and his temper prickle at the insolent disrespect in the guard's voice. The fact that he was not unused to it did not lesson his ire.

"Indeed," he said in a voice dripping with contempt.

"Please, My Lord Prince," the woman on the ground begged again, huge blue eyes pleading with him. "Please don't let them do this!"

"Ignore her," the man holding her legs pinned advised, giving the struggling girl a quick glare. "This need not concern you."

"On the contrary," Loki corrected him in clipped tones, "it concerns me greatly. I was in the middle of something important when the shrieking of this... female interrupted me. It had taken me days to get to where I was, and now I will have to begin again."

The woman gasped at his remark, and he spared her a quick flick of his eyes. What did she expect? That he play the knight errant and demand satisfaction for their besmirching of her honor? Clearly she had the wrong brother. Still, he did not like to see bullies attacking an obviously weaker target.

"Forgive us, my lord," the first guard said, with an ill conceived roll of his eyes. "It was not our intent to disturb you. It will not happen again. I am sure we can find a way to make sure the thief stays quiet."

The guard's leer left little doubt what he meant by the words, but Loki's interest had been piqued by something else.

"Did you say thief?" he asked. Looking down at the girl he could not imagine a more unlikely suspect. The wide blue eyes were dangerously innocent, and the whole appearance of her, torn dress and distracting cleavage not withstanding, was of nothing more than a lovely young school mistress.

"I did, my lord. We apprehended her trying to leave with Lord Fandrall's belongings."

"There she is!" a voice from behind him called, and as if summoned from the beyond, Loki turned to see Fandrall stride into the clearing along with Thor.

"My Lords!" the two guards instantly leapt to their feet, bringing their poor prisoner with them, and bowed before Loki's brother and his companion. Loki gnashed his teeth, not so much at the response, but at the clear disrespect of their not giving the same consideration to him.

"Brother. Gentlemen," Thor nodded to the men. "What is going on here?"

"Theft, Lord Prince," the smaller man hurriedly proclaimed as the girl struggled to pull her dress together.

"Lysse?" Fandrall asked, looking to the girl.

Clearly scared beyond speech, Lysse merely shook her head and stared at the ground. 

"Brother, is this true?" Thor asked, turning to Loki.

"I know not," he sighed, wishing he had never gotten involved in this whole tawdry affair. "I heard a commotion in Mother's garden and came to discover the source and put an end to it. I found these two... noble guards with the woman pinned between them, struggling to free herself."

"Who is she?" Thor asked, voice full of command.

"My parlor maid," Fandrall answered, looking hard at the girl. "Her name is Lysse. You say she stole from me?"

"She did, my Lord," the burley guard confirmed. "We found her trying to sneak out of the palace grounds through the hidden garden gate. When we searched her, we discovered your belongings."

"A grave crime indeed," Thor said seriously. "Why did you not bring her to the Head of House?"

"We, we thought to save her that disgrace, My Lord Prince," the small man replied, looking for an excuse. "We had Lord Fandrall's property back, we thought we would... teach her a lesson, scare her, you know, and then toss her out."

"How very kind of you," Loki drawled, seeing the smaller of the two turn red.

"Hush Loki, I'm sure they were just doing their duty," Thor tried to ease the situation, totally missing the obvious. "Fandrall, she's your girl, what say you?"

"What is it she stole from me?" the blond man asked, eyes wandering over the expanse of chest Lysse was unable to hide.

"This, my Lord," the large guard replied, pulling a large book out of the knapsack to one side of the clearing.

"A book?" Loki asked, voice dripping in disbelief. "Fandrall, I didn't realize you could read!"

Thor burst out in a big, booming laugh and the guards echoed him uncertainly. Loki looked closer at the book, realizing that he recognized it. Of course! It was a book of fables he had given his "friend" on his most recent birthday. Turning to stare at the girl, he saw that her face was flushed and she was worrying at her lower lip with her teeth in distress.

"Do what you think best with the girl," Fandrall said stiffly, angry now from the mockery of his friends and the guards. "I want no thieves in my employ."

"But by Odin's beard," Thor added, looking around, "don't make such a ruckus in my Mother's garden!"

Loki heard the girl whimper as the guards exchanged wolfish grins. Turning, his eyes caught hers again, and he was met by those endless pools of deep blue. The entreaty in them seemed to go straight down to Loki's soul. Glancing back at Thor and Fandrall, he saw that they had already turned and begun discussing something else, the fate of the unfortunate servant all but forgotten. The guards, clearly assuming this gave them leave to have their way with her, began dragging their captive off.

"Wait!" Loki heard his voice ring out, surprising even himself. "You will take the girl to my quarters."

"My Lord?" the smaller guard asked.

"You heard me," he barked, trying to ignore the way they all turned to stare at him. "As of this moment, she is a member of my household staff."

[marvelxreader]

Through the Glass - Part 1

Request from the lovely @rubberduckymomma: There is one maid that Loki never paid attention to, even though she served him for years. After he gets imprisoned for attacking New York, she's the only one that will still serve him.

Warnings = none

Word Count = 2,4 k

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Color

A/N = Thanks to @rubberduckymomma I have a vague idea of where I want to go with this, but I’m always open for suggestions! 

You’ve worked as a maid for the royalty of Asgard since you were a teenager, because your mother insisted on it and you needed the money. You didn’t mind though, because Frigga and Odin always treated you with respect. They even allowed their oldest son Thor to befriend you, his brother Loki on the other hand had no interest in you whatsoever.

Every time you entered the library to clean it, he would sit on the velvet armchair in front of the fireplace, captivated by the story he was reading and completely oblivious to your presence. It seemed like he was spending all of his free time in between walls of books, escaping into one of the many realities he could choose from, and it made you wonder if he wasn’t satisfied with the one he was living in. 

Loki was always very distant and he never talked much, but when he did, he was the only thing you concentrated on. You could listen to him all day, and you wouldn’t get bored of the intelligence and mystery of his carefully chosen words, even though they were never directed towards you. Most of the time, he talked to his family and you just happened to be in the same room, but you always seemed to be the only one that actually cared about what he had to say, and you wanted to know what else he was hiding in that clever mind of his.

Over the years, you noticed his behavior changing dramatically. His only goal in life was to ascend the throne of Asgard, proving Odin, Thor and himself how much he was capable of, how much power he had. It made you curious, but ‘curiosity killed the cat’ and you figured it would be best to stay out of their family issues. 

But then, he attacked Midgard.

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„There he is, my majesty“

The words of a royal guard sent shivers down your spine as he dragged Loki across the throne room, all chained up. He looked like he was in really bad condition, and you almost felt sorry for the broken man in front of you.

For a split second it seemed like he glanced over to you before you realized he was looking at Thor, who was standing by your side. Odin didn’t even look at him, while Frigga’s quiet sobs echoed through the room occasionally. 

“I have returned, father. Did you miss me?”, he hissed through gritted teeth, “I am sure Thor was there to dry your tears while I was gone”

“Take him to the dungeons”, Odin said in a cold tone, before the guards pushed Loki out of the room. 

It was silent for a moment, until the King raised his voice.

“Stop staring and get back to work!”, and immediately everyone continued doing their thing, like the Prince of Asgard didn’t just get imprisoned minutes ago.

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A few weeks went by, yet he was all you could think about. Every time you walked through the castle, you hoped Loki would be sitting in the library like he used to, reading an old book that was about to fall apart, or walking in between beautiful flower beds in the royal gardens with Frigga. But he never was.

You were tossing and turning in your bed, desperate to fall asleep, but the thought of him spending the rest of his life in the dungeons wouldn’t let you. You looked at the time, it was 1 am. Great.

You remembered how your mother used to go for late night walks when she couldn’t sleep, and you decided to give it a try. You rolled out of bed and got dressed before leaving the room, the golden halls of Asgard’s palace welcoming you once again.

You mindlessly strolled through the dimly lit corridors, trying to make as little sound as possible, when a sudden idea crossed your mind. The doors to the library were directly in front of you. You sneaked in, the smell of old pages and dust tickling your nose, almost making you sneeze. There were still some embers in the fireplace from earlier, softly illuminating the spines of countless books, while you searched for a story that might interest the imprisoned prince. After you gathered a few he could choose from, you returned back into the hallway and made your way to the cold dungeons. 

It was wet and dark, the ominous silence making you feel uneasy, as you passed several cells before reaching Loki’s. It seemed like he didn’t belong here, among the most dangerous enemies of the nine realms, but yet he was destined to spend the rest of his life here in a cell, being treated like a monster.

Loki peacefully laid on his bed and stared at the wall, his hands resting on his stomach. He still wore his full armor, apparently always ready for a fight, when he jolted up and looked at you. His sudden movement made you jump, causing you to drop the books with a loud thud.

“You should not be here in the middle of the night, Maid”, his eyes pierced right through you.

“Forgive me, your Highness. I thought you might enjoy some reading material”, you said while picking up the novels on the ground, feeling his gaze on you as he mustered you from head to toe. 

Loki slowly approached the glass wall that separated the two of you, never breaking eye contact, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. The man who looked so innocent a few seconds prior became very intimidating all of a sudden, and you started to understand why Odin kept him here. 

He could see the fear in your eyes as you backed away bit by bit, holding the books with shaky hands, and it broke his heart. Loki hasn’t done anything to the woman in front of him, yet you were scared, just like everyone else. He never wanted the throne, he only wanted to be Thor’s equal, but he made a huge mistake in the process and this was the price he had to pay. 

You were about to leave again, as his deep voice echoed from the stone walls.  

“Come back here, Maid”

You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart hammering against your chest. You were afraid of what was about to come, but it was an order from the Prince that you had to obey. It seemed like you caught the attention of several prisoners as you walked back to Loki, some of them whistling after you, some of them cursing you for waking them up.

“You are Thor’s Maid, Y/N, right?”, he asked you.

“Indeed, your Highness”, you responded, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“I see. Your effort is very appreciated, but you cannot give these books to me without a key”, Loki said as he sat down on the chair next to him, “Would you read them to me, please?”

You looked at him with big eyes, uncertain if you heard him correctly. The imprisoned Prince wants you to read to him at two in the morning? He officially lost it now, you thought. But an order is an order.

“Which one would you like to hear, m’Lord?”

“Whichever you find the most interesting”, he said in a deep, silky voice and it almost sounded like he actually cared.

You sat down onto the cold stone floor and looked through the books, before you chose “History of Midgard”. How ironic of you.

It appeared to be a very old book, it’s thin pages worn out by the amount of times they have been turned, a yellowish tint spreading across them, some letters already faded. You started reading to Loki as he watched you intently from his cell, clinging onto every word, even though he knew them like the back of his hand. He used to read this book over and over again, but somehow it was so much better when you did. The torches on the wall illuminated your face in a warm glow, as your slender fingers danced over the old pages, flipping them every now and then. Strands of hair fell into your face, as your Y/E/C eyes wandered over the letters, and your beauty was the only thing Loki could concentrate on. 

You’ve been reading for an hour, when a yawn escaped your lips.

“Forgive me, your Highness”, you looked at him through heavy eyelids, almost falling asleep on the cold dungeon floor.

“Do not apologize, I should have noticed your fatigue earlier. I really enjoyed this and I hope you visit me again some time. Now go and get some rest, Y/N”

You didn’t even notice him calling you by your name, as you closed the book and got up. You bowed to him before leaving the dungeons and walked back to your room, not bothered to change into your night gown before crashing onto the bed, sleep washing over you immediately.

You woke up the next morning, still confused by last night. You had to admit, you enjoyed the attention Loki gave you, and the fact that he knew your name brought a smile to your lips. All these years of serving the two Princes of Asgard, even establishing a friendship with Thor, and still Loki had to be imprisoned first to finally acknowledge you.

You got ready for the day and left off into the kitchen to grab Thor’s breakfast. The two of you became pretty close throughout the years and he never made you feel like he was above you, always showing the respect you deserved and treating you like an equal, even though he was the God of Thunder and you were just an ordinary Maid.

“Good morning, Lady Y/N”, he greeted you as you walked through the door with the tray in your hands. Knowing how much Thor loved breakfast in bed, you walked over to him and put it on his nightstand.

“Morning, Sleepyhead”, you jokingly said, earning a hearty chuckle from him.

“You look like the Sleepyhead between the two of us. Tell me, Y/N, did you not sleep well?”, he asked, before taking a bite of the asgardian pastry in his hand.

“I have to admit, it’s been a.. weird night, but don’t worry. I’m up and running, that’s all that matters”

“A weird night? How so?”

Thor was a sucker for good stories and you knew that, but you can’t possibly tell him what happened last night. Maids weren’t allowed in the dungeons if they weren’t explicitly told to do so, especially not in the middle of the night to keep the imprisoned Prince company.

“You know, I-I kept dreaming about.. uhm.. your coronation”

“About my coronation? There is nothing weird about that now, is it?”

“Well.. Loki had a deal with the frost giants and let them into the King’s weapon vault during the celebration”

“I see. Now that is truly ridiculous, Lady Y/N”

“Right?”, you chuckled nervously, knowing that you’ve just lied to the God of Thunder.

The rest of the day went by like every other, nothing special happening. Yet. 

It was just after dinner, when Thor approached you. 

“Lady Y/N, could you bring this to my brother? It is his favorite meal, but I cannot go myself right now. I have a meeting to attend”, he looked at you with big puppy eyes and you nodded, earning a thankful smile.

You walked down the stairs to the dungeons, several pairs of eyes lingering on you as you made your way towards the guard in front of Loki’s cell.

“Good evening. Thor sent me to give this to his brother”, you said, looking down at the tray of food in your hands. The guard looked at you in suspicion, but he eventually walked up to the metal door of Loki’s cell and opened the little slot with his key, so you could slide the tray inside.

He sat in the chair, looking like he was waiting for you to arrive, when you met his gaze. A smile tugged on his lips as he saw you looking back at him, and you couldn’t help but wonder why. Loki had realized that you were the only one who still believed there was some good left in him, and he was determined to prove you right. He didn’t care much about other people, but there was something about you he couldn’t explain, and he couldn’t bear to see you scared of him.

“Thank you, Lady Y/N”, he said as he picked up the tray from the floor of his cell, making your heart jump. Only Thor called you that, he insisted on it in order to show his mutual respect, but you never thought Loki would do the same. He didn’t even bother looking at you before he got trapped down here, and although you enjoyed the way he treated you now, you thought he might be up to something. They called him the God of Mischief for a reason, right?

“You’re welcome, m’Lord”, you said as you bowed to him, before hearing the guard behind you laughing.

“m’Lord? Really now? Look at him, he got imprisoned by his own father”, he said as you turned around, anger rising inside of you.

“I'd watch my words if I were you. He is still the Prince of Asgard and he holds more titles than you ever will”, you snarled back at him, now Loki’s turn to laugh.

„I like her“, he said to the guard who was glaring at you, but decided to keep his mouth shut. You did have a point after all, and he didn‘t want to mess with you any further.

But wait, Loki liked you?

For all you know, there is no one, except for Thor and Frigga, who he actually liked and cared about. You turned to him, confusion written all over your face, as your eyes met his. He looked at you in admiration for being the first one, besides Thor, to ever defend him and even though you’ve only known him from these awful rumors, it didn’t take a second for you to snap back at the guard.

You tried to wrap your head around his behavior, but eventually brushed it off. He was probably just trying to be a better person after everything he has done, and what better way to start than by complimenting the Maid?