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the-journey-was-the-point · 5 months ago

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Reunion

Finally, something on Linnéa! This is about a key moment, so it contains a lot of exposition for this whole AU. Summary: It's a little awkward to reunite with the Dwarf you kidnapped. Especially when you're also the person who saved his life. In any case, it's complicated.

Linnéa had been waiting in a parlor in Erebor for half an hour, thinking up ways to escape a windowless room in a mountain full of Dwarves. When Fíli arrived, she immediately tensed.

“I mean you no harm,” he said.

“You sent armored guards to bring me here."

The last time Linnéa saw Fíli, he was being held over a ledge by a pale orc with a sword for an arm. Now he was dressed in finer fabrics and gems, befitting a Prince Under the Mountain.

He also had a burn mark on his right cheek.

“I had to make sure you’d come,” he replied, I needed to talk to you.”

Linnéa eyed the Dwarf prince with caution as he readied himself to speak again.

“Kíli nearly died.” he said.

“Yes, I heard. Poisoned by an Orcish arrow. You went to Bard for help.” Then Tauriel and the Mirkwood prince came in. Tauriel stayed behind to heal Kíli.

“We went to your apothecary first,” Fíli started, “but when we got there, the place was deserted.”

Linnéa glanced at the closed door behind Fíli. He hadn’t taken any further steps after crossing the threshold into the parlor. He stayed near the door while she had her back to the innermost wall in the room.

“My cover was blown,” she said easily. “My handler told me to steer clear from Laketown, also in anticipation of a dragon attack.“ A dragon attack that ended with the town in ashes.

“Were you at the battle then?” he asked. “Between Dwarves, Elves, and the Men of Laketown?” The one that had ended with an ambush by Orcs.

“I stayed in Dale. Disappeared during the thick of it.”

Fíli only nodded in response. He seemed to be in deep thought as he, at last, slowly moved towards the center of the room. Linnéa watched each step warily. Fíli stopped in front of the table with refreshments that were laid out for her. Tea and cakes. She had touched none of it.

“Back then,” Fíli spoke once more, “on Ravenhill, I was caught by Orcs who meant to wipe out my line. Nearly did. The only thing that saved me was an arrow laced with poison so strong that Azog dropped me in pain when struck with it. I landed on my brother. I was injured from the fall, burning from the poison where it grazed my cheek, but nothing as bad as what could have happened.”

The dwarf prince gingerly picked a cake and seemed to examine it as he continued, “I had Nori keep an ear out. We were the only dwarves on Ravenhill, and Mirkwood elves don’t use poison.”

He set the cake back down and looked up at her meaningfully.

He didn’t speak, but she understood. “Does it still hurt?” she asked, eyeing the inflamed skin on his cheek.

“It itches sometimes. Oín hasn’t been able to completely heal it.”

Of course. That poison was a cocktail of her own making, so only she had the cure.

“I’ve thought about it this whole time. I don’t understand why a spy from Mirkwood like yourself would save me.”

“You’re an honorable sort.” she said, “Noble. And kind. I didn’t think you should die for your uncle’s decisions.”

And it wasn’t personal, she said as much last time. The only reason she was working for Mirkwood as a spy was because she had been stuck in Middle Earth for over a hundred years, with a chunk of that time spent trying to find a way to sail to the Undying Lands with the rest of the immortals. Unfortunately, her half-Elven blood and Mannish features weren’t doing her any favors.

So when Mirkwood’s spymaster, who just so happened to know her Elven father, offered her an ultimatum (her services in exchange for a good word to get her onto a boat headed West), she accepted.

“I’m going on a quest soon,” Fíli suddenly said. “Really just a small errand, but uncle doesn’t want me traveling alone. He said I could choose my companions. I’d like you to be one of them.”

Ah, yes. His uncle. Thorin Oakenshield. Now the King Under the Mountain. The one Linnéa had been tasked to kidnap, but couldn’t. So she settled for Fíli that night, drugging his ale and taking him across the lake to her handler from Mirkwood.

She quirked an eyebrow.

“If you come with me,” Fíli continued, “I could make good on my promise to get you to people who would help you sail.”

At that, Linnéa heaved a deep sigh. She brought a hand up to her head, frustrated at having to hear this offer again.

The Dwarf prince had made it back then too, when he learned of her predicament, when he tried to bargain with her from behind bars.

“It’s not that simple,” she replied.

“I’m not asking.”

Linnéa felt her stomach drop. Her eyes widened a fraction, but she kept her composure. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Linnéa, no one knows about what happened between us. No one but Kíli.”

“Why?!” she snapped, irritated at his gall, for forcing her into this position, here, in this mountain full of Dwarves, in this parlor underground. “Why not just set your axes upon me? Why make me abandon my one hope of sailing to Valinor to accompany you?“

“Because I believe you’re good!” he fired back. “I believe things would have been different if someone had helped you.”

Linnéa’s face twitched slightly in bewilderment. Fíli seemed to study her for a moment before continuing.

“My family lives,” he said, “we’ve reclaimed our home, because Bilbo helped us. I live now because you helped me. And now I’d like to help you too. I’d like to help you, but you need to get out of here first, away from your handler. And you need to trust me.”

Linnéa swallowed. She looked away, no longer willing to see the sincerity that glimmered in the dwarf prince’s eyes. He had faced dragonfire and nearly died by an orc’s blade– by all accounts, he shouldn’t still be so earnest.

Trust me. He said that back then, too. He said he’d help her once they reclaimed their mountain.

If they reclaim their mountain, she had pointed out. They were to face a dragon after all. And she was already so tired, she didn’t know if she could last another hundred years in this land she no longer felt joy in. She told him then she couldn’t place her hopes on an if.

And then they faced a dragon. And now the mountain was theirs.

“Bard wouldn’t let go of his only apothecary,” she mumbled.

“You’re a big lass, he doesn’t tell you what to do.”

“And what of my handler?”

“I’ll take care of it.”

She turned back to him. Trust me, his eyes seemed to say. Before she could respond, Balin entered to tell them they best be heading to the dining hall soon to meet with Thorin.

Linnéa mulled over his offer throughout the meeting.

Later, Bard would be at the gates, waiting for Linnea. He would be relieved to see her hale, then admonish Thorin for taking one of his without seeking permission from him, and with armed guards no less.

Fíli would glance at Linnéa, she would glance back at him.

After a moment, she would nod.

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marvelsimp97 · 2 years ago

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The Broken Princess (Loki x Reader) Part Five

Summary: Reader is a princess of a kingdom with a culture where women sit at home, cook and keep being pretty. She was never like that no matter how much her mother wanted her to be like that. However she gets engaged with the Asgardian prince, Loki. They don't like to be forced into it but not for the same reason.

Word count: 2610

Warnings: angst

The ball for the Celebration of Yphy was tonight. Your maids helped you in a dress with a large skirt, narrow waist securing your waist tightly showing off how pretty you were and had an off-shoulder short sleeve exposing your neck and collarbone. The fabric was a rich shining golden shimmering like pearls. It was completely Asgardian compared to the gown you brought from your home. You brought them because you wanted to show that you were of another culture. However, you loved this gown. Your long (h/c) locks were in an up-do littered with gems and a shining tiara. You wore a light layer of make-up with smoky eyeshadow.

You gasped at the sight when you first looked into the body length mirror in your chambers and the maids squealed delighted that you were pleased with their work. You thanked them smiling happily as they filtered out of the room and left you alone till the ball would start. You sat down in your chair out on your balcony and took a deep breath. Your thought wandered back to your last visit at Sygin. Your heart felt lighter since you confessed your feelings to her about your fiancée. Only she didn't know it was him.

Flashback~

"I have fallen in love I think..." you said quietly smiling sadly back at the beautiful young woman you could call your friend now. Her blue eyes widened in surprise before she asked farther.

"Really? Who is it? A prince of another realm? Maybe Thor?" she asked. You laughed at her enthusiasm.

"No, no it is not Thor... he is Lady Sif's." you shook your head. "And he is not a prince." you lied. "Our worlds are so different, our culture but he is kind and brave. He is smart and funny. He likes to read."

"But who is it?" asked Sygin curiosity shining in her eyes.

"He is just a commoner who have sneaked into the palace library one night I stayed up because I could not sleep." you shrugged. You hated to lie to her but you couldn't break her heart with the truth. She was happy now with Loki and Loki was happy with her. You couldn't stand between them.

"Oh... so it is similar to what we have with Loki." her eyebrows curled sadly as she grabbed your hand. "You know, maybe you can never conceal it... your love, but you can meet him, you can show your affections for him in secret. Unfortunately, our secret relationship with Loki is not secret anymore thanks to Lady Lynn who tried to separate us in hopes the All-Father would engage her with Loki."

"I see... Now I have another reason to get rid of her." you murmured.

"You are planning something?" chuckled Sygin.

"I have been thinking about it, yes. Hogun and Sif are eager to help me." you smirked.

"Be careful, (Name) that woman is dangerous." Sygin said quietly squeezing your hand. You smiled up at her chuckling.

"Thank you for being my friend." you said making her shake her head with a smile on her delicate lips.

End of flashback~

Knocking woke you from your daydreaming. You jumped to your feet and went inside to see Frigga enter your chambers. Her golden hair was held up in an up-do while her slim frame was hugged by a gold and white dress. Her collarbone was exposed too and a beautiful necklace was around her neck. Her eyes widened at your sight and a smile appeared on her lips deepening the wrinkles which showed her age but were showing her wisdom. She was still a beautiful queen without a match.

"I am glad you decided to wear the dress I sent." she said walking up to you. "You look exquisite, my dear."

"Thank you, my queen." you smiled back at her. Frigga's expression turned serious as she eyed you and you could see worry in her blue eyes.

"How have you been lately?" she asked grabbing your hands in hers. "You eat little and I rarely see you smile nowadays. What is troubling your heart my beautiful little bird?"

You got used to Frigga calling you on these pet names, there was even one time when Odin called you little bird because his wife was always talking about you and used this reference often. The king was quite embarrassed and you just chuckled and said you didn't mind. The king and queen were like parents to you and you grew to love them as much.

"Heartbreak." you replied smiling sadly. "Because my love for your son will never be returned."

Frigga gasped at your honest confession and pulled you into a tight embrace. She rubbed at your back as you hugged her back. Your tears have dried up days ago and now there was just emptiness in your chest.

"Oh my child..." she breathed with wide eyes.

"We should go if we wish not to be late from the ball." you turned to the door opening it for her before you stepped through yourself. Your walk to the throne room was quiet as the queen was walking on your side her arm linked at your elbow. The night was cold but refreshing while the corridors grew louder and louder with chatter as you got closer to the ball.

You noticed noble ladies and gentlemen arrive in nice gowns and expensive formal attire. A few of them couples or married couples with children. There were a few mothers ushering their daughters inside to find a good suitor for them. When you arrived to the golden doors the servants announced you and Frigga with loud voices turning everyone's attention to your forms. You noticed ladies look at you with jealousy while men were eying you with interest. Frigga led you over to the royal family's table where Odin and Thor were talking with Loki about some politics or strategy. All of their attention snapped to you and Frigga when you were close enough. Loki's blue eyes were on you showing his shock as he gazed at you. Your cheeks took a rosy color and your lips pulled into shy smile.

"Good evening, my ladies!" stood up Odin with his sons and went to you to kiss your knuckles before his eye turned to his wife with admiration and love. They were lovely when they forgot about the troubles of ruling. Thor greeted you beaming before he spotted Lady Sif and excused himself. Loki approached you then at a loss for words.

"You are beautiful tonight." he smiled at you his blue eyes shining like he was admiring you. Your heart throbbed knowing that it was all just because the nice dress and make-up. Normally he wasn't looking at you like that. (Or you just didn't notice it yet ;) )

"Thank you, Loki." you smiled back at him and looking him over for the first time this night. He was wearing his old armor which was truly for celebrations. It was lighter so it couldn't protect him as much as his heavier one could. It defined his torso and narrow waist and the cape was making his shoulders broader. "You look handsome tonight. How are you?"

"Busy with the work father dislikes to do himself." he rolled his eyes making you chuckle and he followed.

"Maybe one day you will have to take over the throne, do not be so hard on him for it." you smiled glancing at the All-Father who was smiling and talking to his wife.

"What do you mean?" asked surprised Loki drawing your attention back to him.

"Thor can fall ill for a few days or can get injuries in a battle." you replied. "My uncle was doing the same for my father back in my home, as his advisor."

"Oh, I want nothing to do with the throne and the power in truth." shrugged the raven haired prince. "Of course I help if needed but... somehow I found a different purpose my life."

"And what is that?." you asked with interest. You loved to listen to him talk about his life, his experiences, his thoughts, his opinion on different things, his goals and his dreams. You were too eager to learn more about him and was willing to tell him anything about you he wished to know.

"To be a good brother and a good prince of Asgard... to serve my home." Loki replied something distant in his blue eyes. He was mourning the life he couldn't have with Sygin who should be in your place.

"That is an honorable goal, indeed." you replied. "A few days ago, I have joined Thor and his friends on a ride to the seashore. Have your brother and Lady Sif already confessed their feelings for each other?"

"Those two are the only ones not seeing the other's affections when they are both open books to read." rolled his eyes Loki as the music started. The All-Father opened the ball officially and invited you and Loki as the engaged new couple of the royal family to open the event with a dance.

Loki led you into the center of the room every pair of eye watching you move across the floor. The raven haired prince was leading you through the dance so smoothly and you felt like flying in his arms. You couldn't look away from his eyes as he couldn't leave yours and you felt his arm and hand fit around your waist and around your hand perfectly like they were meant to fit. Your heart was racing in your chest not noticing other people join you on the dancefloor until the music changed to a new dance and Loki led you away from the dancefloor.

He walked you back to the table and sat down with you as servants poured wine in your glasses. Your table was loaded with meals and you took pieces of everything knowing your stomach wouldn't handle too much food. You didn't notice Loki's worried expression as his eyebrows furrowed at your small appetite. Fortunately, he decided to not ask but noted it. Once you finished your meals Loki asked you to dance again and you happily accepted his hand. You couldn't not notice the jealous glares the ladies were giving you but Loki made fun of them by whispering in your ear his thoughts about them. When the room was starting to get too hot and the nobles too overwhelming with their polite greeting and chatting Loki pulled you out to an unoccupied balcony and closed the doors. The cold air was cooling your skin and the silence was calming you.

"I like to gaze out over the city at night... it is so peaceful." Loki said quietly from next to you as he was leaning on the railing with his elbows. You followed his example and smiled.

"I like to do that too. That is how I first noticed you leaving the palace at night a few times a week." you replied winking at him. His expression grew saddened as he smiled a longing on his handsome features.

"Everytime I visit her I cannot help but asking myself for how long will she be among us." Loki sighed heavily. "She tried to push me away to not make me suffer of losing her but... there was no day nor night I was not thinking of her."

"That is a love I cannot understand since I have yet to experience it." you replied sadness filling your voice. Oh, how you knew that feeling and how you craved after the man standing on your side... but you couldn't tell him your secret. You couldn't lose him and make everything awkward between you. You knew Loki interpreted your saddened tone as sadness for not knowing how true love felt and it was better that way.

"There will be someone who will love you as much." he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear his fingers brushing the soft skin of your cheek sending electricity through your body. "You are young, beautiful and have the kindest heart. I will be as happy for your happiness as you are for mine."

"No, Loki. My loyalty will always stay with you after our marriage... if you wish to not break our engagement until then." you smiled sadly at him.

"It would bring raging war over our realms." he shook his head. "War is nearing and it is better to be allies than foes."

"I have heard about the Jötün tribal alliance between seven Jötün tribes. Are the other Jötün tribes agrees with them?" you asked turning the conversation quickly away from a topic you wished to avoid. "If they can be convinced to join you or to make the ones in the alliance see logic there would not have to be bloodshed."

"Those tribes are weak, prefers to stay out of harm's way. They have no real power over the others." shook his head Loki.

"Can they not see that their former king was only using them to gain more power? If he led his people into a war like that before he was not caring about his people's wellbeing. He let all those jötüns die." you furrowed your eyebrows.

"I can see that you took lessons of politics and strategy?" smirked your fiancé.

"My father knew how my brother was just a brute, drunken fool who would sell my home away so easily that he decided to teach me how to rule. He thought he would prevent the realm from falling into the hands of the enemy by sitting my brother on the throne while I would pull the strings from behind. However, because of our engagement things changed." you replied looking out to the far sea mesmerized by the sight.

Loki's PoV.

She didn't notice the way he was looking at her. Loki tried to capture this feeling bubbling inside his chest or name it but he couldn't. He still loved Sygin but something about (Name) was calling him. Something was so mesmerizing about her. She was beautiful and delicate, smart and quiet but her kindness was so foreign yet so attracting.

Loki kept thinking about her more and more as their friendship grew into something he couldn't name. They were closer than just simple friends and it had a hue of what he felt in the first months of knowing Sygin. And the thought of (Name) having a secret suitor was making his chest ache and his jaw clench with anger. He couldn't understand these feelings and it was irking him. He couldn't help brushing her soft silky hair behind her ear to touch her soft skin if just for a second. But it was a mistake because since then, he craved for more... and guilt made its way into his heart knowing Sygin was in her bed waiting for her death while he was dancing and drinking with a ravishing young princess who was his fiancée.

"Brother! Princess (Name)!" boomed suddenly from the balcony door Thor drunken already Lady Sif supporting him with a scowl on her face. It startled both Loki and (Name) but when Loki was about to grumble curses at his brother, (Name) spoke up with a smile on her face and slid her arm around Loki's to signal him to lead her into the ball. "The lampions are almost ready! Come and see for yourselves! It is beautiful!"

"Come, Loki, it will be fun." the princess smiled and tugged at his arm. Loki sighed but followed her inside with a small smile playing on his thin lips.

To be continued...

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 4 years ago

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A distant memory - Loki

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Summary: Thor finds a letter Loki wrote to a woman called Y/n. He does not know this woman but the language used in the letter is loving and sweet, so Thor decides to ask about her. What he doesn’t know is that this woman has passed.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2110

My dearest Y/n,

Not a day passes without my mind, body, and soul yearning for your touch and pleasant conversation. Just yesterday I slept on your side of the bed in hopes of smelling traces of your perfume on the pillows. It did not help. Your books still hold your bookmarks on the places where you stopped. I must say, I admire your will to read every book that belongs to you but worry that you might never finish one. Just today, I found five different books that have your bookmarks. Yesterday, I found two. I have put them aside for you to make it easier to finish them. A fair maiden asked me for a dance last week at one of my father’s feasts but I had to refuse. No maiden could ever be as fair as you, even if you do step on my toes while we dance. It gives us more reason to keep practicing. My love for you grows every day and so does my longing. I fear you might be away for longer than I can take and I wonder if you would mind if I came over to see you for a day or two. Just the two of us.

Love,

Loki

‘Brother, who is this letter for?’ ‘What letter?’ Thor holds a letter that looks old and withered. It takes less than a second for Loki to realize what it is. He suddenly looks enraged. ‘Put it down,’ he snaps with venom laced in through his words. The sudden change in demeanor surprises and scares his brother. As careful as he can be, he puts the letter back on Loki’s desk. Loki rushes over and picks up the letter with the utmost care, gently putting it back in a drawer that he locks right away. ‘Who is Y/n?’ Loki sighs and leans against his desk. He looks tired when Thor looks at him again. It’s like a pain has been buried deep within him and has been eating at him for ages. ‘A hundred years or so ago, I went to Midgard to do some business for father. He send me to visit a pagan family that worshiped us to bless them. On the next farm over lived a young woman and when I went to the pagan family, they kept insulting her. I felt I could not justify giving our blessing if this maiden wasn’t the terrible person they said she was,’ Loki explains, ‘so I went over to her house to see for myself.’

Confidently, Loki strides over to the maiden’s house. Her garden is filled with flowers and herbs. From what Loki can tell, there are animals behind the house. This woman is sustaining herself but why? Why would a young maiden live so far removed from the fuss of the city? Especially since the family says she’s not married. Loki knocks on her door and hears fuss inside. It sounds like a dog barking at the door and a big one at that. He watches as a small latch in the door opens and a woman looks outside. He can only see her eyes but the eyes are the gates to the soul and her eyes are beautiful. They sparkle like the gems his mother wears, the reflection of water, or dewdrops on roses. ‘What is your business?’ ‘Forgive me for barging in miss. I have traveled long and far and need a place to rest my head. Would you allow me to sleep in your haystack or shed? Anywhere that’s dry.’ He hears the door unlock and out runs a big, black dog. He looks like he crawled from the debts of hell but his demeanor is friendly when his owner shows kindness. Loki doubts he acts the same if she is in trouble. ‘You make me sound cruel. Please come inside. I’ve got food to spare,’ she tells him with a friendly smile. Her door is wide open but Loki hesitates to step inside. He takes a good look at the maiden. As beautiful as she is, how is she capable of being this friendly. He can not imagine she has not been taken advantage of at least once. ‘You do not know me. Are you certain you want to show me kindness?’ ‘Why would I not? I have Bella to protect me if I need it and if I am frank, you look withered and weak. I doubt you’d be able to lay your hands on me,’ she tells him, ‘come inside. There’s a storm coming.’ Loki steps inside and follows her into the house. She offers him a chair at the table and gets him a plate as well as a drink. If this is a wicked woman, what is the family next door like? They show no kindness. Bella, the big dog, lays itself down under the table by her feet. She seems at ease as the maiden pets her a few times over the head. ‘So tell me, traveler, where are you going?’ ‘You don’t want to know where I’m from?’ ‘I doubt you’d want to talk about it if you’ve been traveling for long,’ she says, offering him a gentle smile, ‘besides, where you’re going tells more about you than where you’ve been.’ ‘I like your ideology miss. May I ask your name before I tell you?’ ‘Will you tell me yours if I tell you mine?’ ‘I fear you may want me out if I tell you.’ She nods, not pushing it any further. Loki feels like she wouldn’t mind who he is as she does not seem like a judgemental person but he wouldn’t want to run the risk. ‘My name is Y/n.’

Early in the morning, Loki awakes on the comfortable couch in Y/n’s living room with more blankets covering him than he went to sleep with. He is awoken by the wet, warm sensation of Bella licking his face. ‘Good morning Bella.’ He pets the dog a few times and gets up from his resting place. He hears Y/n call for Bella, who runs out excitedly. She must be outside, taking care of her animals. He dresses quickly and walks outside to see what she’s up to. He finds her sitting in the field, one of her cows laying beside her resting it’s head on her lap. She calls out commands to Bella to herd her sheep together and back to the pen. After the raging storm last night, she probably wants to see if they’re all alright. Loki walks towards her and sits down next to her in the grass. She nods to him, too busy to greet him. It’s only when all the sheep are in the pen that she fully acknowledges him. ‘Did you sleep well?’ ‘Yes, but the strangest thing happened,’ he tells her with a slight smirk on his lips, ‘I woke with three blankets while I’m sure I had only one when I went to sleep.’ ‘You looked cold.’ ‘You are a very kind host, miss Y/n.’ She smiles and looks out over the field. Bella comes running their way and sits down next to Loki. ‘She has taken a liking to you,’ Y/n notices, ‘she doesn’t like many people.’ ‘I feel honored.’ Loki pets the dog as he looks at Y/n. She looks beautiful in the morning light. Almost as beautiful as she had looked in the candlelight last night. ‘I feel like I have been untrue to you, miss,’ Loki tells her. ‘Why would that be? You are a traveler, are you not?’ ‘I am but not of the kind you know,’ he tells her, ‘you have been a wonderful host and I feel you deserve the truth.’ She chuckles. ‘You speak like this will change everything.’ ‘It might,’ he lets his head hang, ‘my name is Loki, god of mischief. I originally came here to bless the family next door for their devotion to us but they spoke ill of you. I felt I had to be certain you were a bad person if they were to deserve our blessing.’ ‘And what might your conclusion be, Loki god of Mischief?’ ‘They should deserve our blessing for their faithfulness and devotion to us but not for their treatment of others.’ She smiles. ‘I see.’ ‘May I ask why they talk of you this way?’ ‘I am an unmarried woman living alone on a farm. If I’m not being called a spinster, I’m being called a witch. It changes with the season. I’m used to it by now.’ She shrugs it off like it’s nothing but Loki feels a pit of rage in his stomach. A woman as lovely as her should be worshiped. He rips a piece of his golden armor off and puts it between his hands, forging a golden bracelet from it. ‘If you’ll allow me, I’d like to protect you,’ he says and shows her the simple, golden band. She looks hesitant and Loki understands. He’s the god of mischief. ‘Forgive my hesitation but I have been fending for myself for what feels like forever. It’s a kind gesture but I do not need it.’ He nods but gently takes her hand and puts it on. ‘Wear it,’ he tells her, ‘I will not protect you but I will watch over you. If you need company, just call out to me.’ She smiles again, putting her hand over his. ‘That is very kind, Loki.’

As summer progressed into fall, Y/n harvested her crops and made sure they’d survive winter. Her harvest wasn’t great but over time she noticed her supplies would not lessen, even if she took something. It would just reappear when she returned. Loki had visited her a few times during summer but when fall got colder, he stayed away. She feared she might’ve read his actions all wrong as she felt her feelings grow towards him. She thought he felt the same. When Winter thawed and the ground got softer, she called out to Loki in hopes to ask him about it. He did not appear and she feared he had forgotten about her. That is until- ‘Did you miss me?’ She couldn’t stop the smile appearing on her face if she tried. It’s like her feet work on their own as she runs over to him and throws her arms around him. ‘It’s so good to see you again. I feared you had forgotten me.’ ‘Forget the fairest maiden I have ever met? I could never,’ he tells her with a smile. His eyes linger on her lips for a second. ‘I stayed away in hopes your feeling would lessen.’ ‘My feelings? How did you know?’ ‘Darling, I am a god.’ ‘That’s fair, I should’ve known,’ she says with a grin, taking his hands, ‘but why?’ ‘I am not the best suitor and a maiden like you surely deserves better.’ ‘I do not want better.’ He frowns and looks down at her darling eyes. They still shine like gems and are filled with love. ‘My darling, I cannot marry you,’ he tells her, ‘I am prince, heir to the throne. They expect me to marry a goddess.’ ‘I understand.’ She smiles but he can tell she feels terrible. Her heart dropped and her smile faltered. It wasn’t hard to tell that his words hurt her. ‘I wish I could. I truly do,’ he promises her. ‘Then, don’t marry me but stay with me until you have to give yourself to another.’ ‘My darling, my mischief seems to have rubbed off on you,’ he speaks proudly, ‘yes. I will stay loyal to you until I must love another.’

‘But the villagers started a witch hunt and as a single, unmarried woman she was the first target,’ Loki tells his brother, ‘I could not protect her. Father would not let me.’ ‘You loved her, didn’t you?’ ‘I did but it’s in the past now. There’s no bringing her back.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Don’t be. I was young and stupid. I fell in love with someone I couldn’t have.’ Thor nods and takes a deep breath. ‘Believe me or don’t but you deserve love, Loki. I hope you’ll find a woman like her.’ Loki lets out a breathy laugh. ‘There is no woman like her.’ Thor leaves Loki’s room. It takes Loki a second to come back to reality. His hand reaches for the drawer and unlocks it once again, taking out the golden band she had worn. He deserves love, yes, but he has already met the person he was supposed to be with and no one else will ever compare.

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avengerscompound · 3 years ago

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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 19

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Refrence PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3582

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children. Yet things aren’t perfect. Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 19: Naming Day

When we reached the twins' naming day, I didn’t feel like I was ready at all. There had been this brief rundown of the procedure that was lost in the middle of all the other things we had happening.

Thor reassured me it would be fine and as long as I just listened and followed instructions, things would be okay.

It would be my first appearance to the public as queen and mother to the heirs since Thour and Nova were born. I was a little nervous but this kind of thing was becoming a little too normal for me now. Things had changed a lot since I first bumped into Natasha all those years ago, that was for sure.

We were all dressed in white with gold accents. No one’s clothing was exactly the same, but the men were all dressed in long white tunics with buttons up the front and high collars, while Natasha, Wanda, and I were in empire-cut dresses made from a light floaty fabric. It was a change from the usual formal wear. No one had any kind of armor, and usually, there was more color involved. Loki explained that this was truly a peaceful event and that dressing for war to name a child was an ill omen. We each wore crowns or circlets on our heads - mine had a blue gem on my forehead and delicate gold wings on the sides. Some of us wore other pieces of jewelry too - Wanda had her usual array of rings, while Natasha and I had opted for bracelets and armbands. Thor had the symbol of Mjolnir around his neck, and Tony wore a watch and a couple of rings. Clint was wearing the most of all of us, with an ear cuff, choker, thick gold cuffs on his wrists and rings.

The babies were in long gowns of dark red and green. “You don’t think we’re deciding which one is the evil one and which one is the good one by dressing them in these, are we?” Clint joked as Natasha and Steve dressed them.

Thor laughed loudly. “I will make sure my brother does not hear that repeated,” he said. “These are just royal colors, and it is important that they stand out above us today as this is their day.”

When we were ready a set of guards led us down to the courtyard of the palace where three carriages were waiting along with what appeared to be dozens of horses tacked and ready to ride. I was led to the lead carriage with Thor, Steve, and the babies, while everyone else split themselves between the other two carriages. The vulparev didn’t like to be separated from the twins by too much and so they jumped in with us, and while Thor and Steve cradled a twin each, the little animals curled up at their feet.

“It’s a shame we can’t all fit in the same carriage,” I said, looking back at the other two behind us.

“Yes, this is a unique situation,” Thor said. “We discussed how to handle it. I tried to talk them out of focusing on the children’s biology, but the elders were stuck on it.”

“What will Clarke do?” I asked. “She’s not exactly a spring chicken anymore.”

“She is riding in a litter with the elders,” Thor said. “Do not worry. We were always going to take care of your friend.”

“Where exactly are we going?” Steve asked.

“To the roots of Ysgradil,” Thor said. “It is a bit of a journey, so get comfortable.”

When we were all in the carriages Billy brought Piper, Flynn, and Zac over. “Loki said to put these guys in with you,” he said as he lifted them in.

“What about Ziggy and Anna?” I asked.

Billy pointed to where Fandral was helping Ziggy onto a white pony. “Gonna try riding for a bit. They may end up in here with you. Sif said it’s a long ride.”

“Look at our grandchildren,” Steve said with a tender smile. “They’re all growing up so fast.”

“Alright,” Billy said. “You three, be good for your grandparents.”

“We wiwl,” Piper said, sitting up next to Thor.

“See you there,” Billy said.

“Are we ready?” Riley called. She sat on a large white horse by the gates. A few shouts of confirmation came from the guards. “Onward!”

She and Pietro took the lead and our large convoy followed after them. Our carriage went next, followed by the other two. Loki, Sif, the warriors three, and our children all rode their horses beside the carriages, and behind them the guards.

The convoy pulled out into the streets of the city. People lined the roads cheering as we passed and then joined in at the end, and soon thousands of people on foot and riding weaved through the streets and out into the forest beyond.

As we moved along, up into the mountains people would approach and speak to us. Thor was who they mostly sought out - mostly telling him that they were glad he was back, and congratulating him on the birth of the twins, though they did speak to me, Steve, and the little ones too, and I saw them walking alongside our children and having longer conversations.

It was a long trip and on the way up the twins were breastfed and fell asleep and Flynn, Piper, and Zak all got very hungry and restless. We ended up making a little picnic for them on the floor of the carriage to help deal with both issues. Thankfully having the vulparev with us helped to distract them and they spent a lot of time playing with the little animals.

As we reached the ruins of old Asgard where Sam and I had found the large free-standing door, Tommy pulled his horse up beside us. “Oh my god, how long is it going to take to get there?”

“We are close now,” Thor assured him. “Have some patience.”

“I could still be back at the palace taking a bath right now if I’d been allowed to run,” Tommy complained. “And now my ass hurts.”

“That was a little too much information,” I teased and he made a face at me. “Didn’t you want to hit on the Valkyries or something?” I asked. “There’s a whole group back there.”

He huffed. “They talk to me like I’m a cute little kid or something. It’s humiliating. And you know what else is humiliating? Being sent back to school and your sister who is eleven years younger than you being in the same classes as you and her being so much better at them.”

“There are few people who can compare themselves to Marya when it comes to book-smarts, Tommy,” Steve said. “She got the genius genes. She wouldn’t exactly expect to beat you at track and field.”

“I suppose,” he said.

“Having trouble fitting in?” I asked, reaching over the side of the carriage.

He took my hand and gave it a small squeeze before letting it go again. “No. I mean, maybe a little. I’m alright. I’m used to having to weed out people who are just trying to use me to touch fame or money. But here the people who aren’t doing that are either super formal because I’m a prince or they see me as a little kid because they’re all thousands of years old. But I’m sure they’re not all thousands of years old, so I’ll figure it out.”

“When they are more comfortable with you outside your ranking the age thing will no longer matter,” Thor said. “We live so long that it becomes unimportant. What is important is connections.”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “I mean, Becca is there too, having to adjust to it. I guess I’ll figure it out.”

“If you wish to take a step back from the classes that may be possible. We can find a role for you,” Thor said.

“No, it’s okay. I do like the idea of one day being an advisor to you,” he said. “So I’m thinking of it like college where I am learning to do that.”

“That’s a good attitude, son,” Steve said.

“Just remember, what we want most is for you to be happy and thriving,” I said. “If you aren’t, we’ll do whatever we can to make sure you are.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy said. “I know. I know. Thanks, mom.”

The canopy above began to thicken and it wasn’t long until we had pulled up into a clearing in front of the largest tree I had ever seen in my life. It was thicker around the base than a large house and looking up I couldn’t even see the top. It had large branches that spread out covering the entire clearing and the base was gnarled and twisted, the roots twisting up around it before burying themselves deep in the ground below.

A flurry of activity began to take place in readiness for the ceremony. As we climbed from the carriage a group of elders dismounted from their horses and began chanting below the tree, praying to the old gods and the tree itself.

The horses and carriages were moved out of sight, and around the edge of the clearing and through the center, tables were being set up with enough food to cater to everyone that had followed us here.

Those of us who were important to the ceremony were guided to the base of the tree where a series of circles had been made with colorful pebbles around the base. While Steve and Thor held the babies, the rest of our children were guided to sit in the circles, leaving the two spots free at the front free.

When things seemed to have been set up and the large crowd had all gathered around, spreading out down the road we had traveled up to get here, one of the elders stepped up onto the roots of Ysgradil and began to speak.

“We gather here at the base of the world tree for this joyful and sacred occasion that is the first rite of passage we each make as Asgardians. Let each soul truly be here that those gathered may be blended in one sacred space, with one purpose and one voice,” he called out, his voice carrying through the open space.

“Hail spirits of this sacred land, you whose beauty and power inspires us. Spirits of the high skies that guide us to stretch and grow, ancestors of light that guide us and provide us with warmth, cloud spirits that paint the sky and nourish our lands, and the cool breeze providing us with the breath of life, provide us with your blessing for these children,” he said. “Spirits of the dark soil that holds and feeds us; mud of our lands, rich and fertile which we so deeply root; rocks, stones, and gems that give us stability, plants, and creatures that make their home here with us on Asgard, provide us with your blessings for these children.”

As he spoke the elders had begun to build a shrine by the roots of the tree containing soil and gems, water, wine, plants, and things such as furs and feathers. “Spirits of the open sea that wash over the edge of the world and lap at the shores; meandering rivers, guiding our direction, birthing springs of new life, deep still pools holding us upon our journey; you the tidal waters, emerging and receding, blood and rain, provide us with your blessings for these children. Blessed be as blessed is.”

When the shrine had been finished and some incense was burning Thor and Steve were directed to place the babies in the last two circles. Icy and Inky curled up beside them, their tails blanketing the little bundles.

“We gather together at the base of Ysgradil under the gaze of our ancestors to witness this sacred rite of naming and welcoming the sons and daughters of Thor, our king, and ruler of the nine realms,” the elder announced. “We come to give thanks for the wonder of new life and to honor the task of raising these children to be our leaders.”

Two women stepped forward and moved to the opposite ends of the line of our children, one was very old and stooped, and the other I actually recognized. It was Katveil who had done the Henhalda on me for our bonding ceremony. She crouched in front of Pietro at the far end and with a fine paintbrush began to paint runes on his face. The woman at the other end of the line was doing the same to Riley.

“To know where you have come from we must first honor those that have come first to this place. Odin the Allfather and his wife Frigga. Bor father of Odin and his wife Bestla. Bor’s father Buri, first god and bringer of life to us all. We honor you here at the world tree and ask for your blessings today for your grandchildren and those that will carry your legacy,” the elder said, as the artists moved up the line painting on each of our children.

“Thor and Elise, Steven and James, Clinton and Natasha, Anthony and Robert, Samuel and Wanda, you have brought your children to this place on the occasion of their first rite. As their parents, you have principal responsibility for the wellbeing of their bodies and souls throughout the journey of their childhood. Do you agree to hold this responsibility wholeheartedly, in freedom, with love and joy, with patience and trust?” The elder asked.

“We do,” we said as one.

“Then let it be so,” the elder said. The old lady and Katveil had reached the babies and they each kneeled beside them.

“Blessed by the power of creation, this child begins his journey of life, and for his path, he is offered a name. As he grows and chooses his own way, he may accept or take another name for himself, but he is yet at the beginning of his journey. There is power in a name. It is an innovation and a prayer, a gift that is given with poignancy and emotion. What is the name you now offer your son?” the elder asked.

“Nova Modi,” Thor answered and the old lady began painting Nova's face, making the little boy whine and wriggle in the circle. Inky’s hackles went up, but rather than try and keep the woman away, he nuzzled and licked at Nova’s face to reassure the baby that things were okay.

“Nova Modi Skjodbærer, Son of Thor and his chosen consorts, prince of Asgard and tenth in line to the throne of Asgard, I present you to your people,” he said and lifted the infant into the air for everyone to see. There was a loud cheer from all gathered that carried out back to those too far to see at all.

“Nova! Welcome, Nova!” The crowd cheered.

The elder placed Nova back in his circle. “Blessed by the power of creation, this child begins her journey of life, and for her path, she is offered a name. As she grows and chooses her own way, she may accept or take another name for herself, but she is yet at the beginning of her journey. There is power in a name. It is an invocation and a prayer, a gift that is given with poignancy and emotion. What is the name you now offer your daughter?”

“Thour Katherine,” Thor replied, and this time Katviel began to paint on her. The little girl closed her eyes and made a soft ‘ahh’ sound. Icy wagged his tails happily as the baby seemed to enjoy the soft touches of the paintbrush.

“Thour Katherine Skjodbærer, daughter of Thor and his chosen consorts, princess of Asgard and eleventh in line to the throne of Asgard, I present you to your people,” the elder said and lifted her above his head.

“Thour!” The crowd cheered. “Welcome, Thour!”

A group of attendants approached our group and handed out goblets of mead and pieces of dense bread to everyone. “In order to know in certainty that the flow of this rite is done, we share, while still under the sacred tree, a celebratory drink,” the elder said. “Blessing upon each of you.”

We all took a drink and a bite of bread and then Thor whispered to me. “Take your cup to someone in the crowd, have the others follow.”

As I did that, handing my goblet and the bread to a woman in the crowd, Thor couched and dipped his thumb into the mead and pressed it to Nova’s lips. He repeated the action with Thour and then handed the goblet and bread to an old man.

As we took our places we watched as the bread and mead was passed down from person to person. The attendants followed on filling the cups if they emptied and replacing the bread.

“On behalf of Thor and his chosen, and also Thour, Nova, and their siblings whose names you all know but have only now been blessed, I give thanks to all those who have gathered here this day, in body and spirit, seen and unseen. To the ancestors of this line that have come to witness this rite, we give you thanks for your presence and your blessings. From the base of Ysgradil, we bid you hale and farewell. To the spirits of the land, and air and water, we give you thanks for your presence and your blessings. We bid you hale and farewell. To the spirit of Ysgradil the world tree that holds all the nine realms in its roots and branches, we thank you and bid you hale and farewell. Let us take a moment of silence and feel what has been gained today, that after our celebrations, we leave this place and take its gifts and memories with us and honor them fully as we honor these children.”

We all fell silent and lowered our heads. Even with the large group who were still passing the bread and mead, the only sound was the children and the wind through the trees. Finally, the elder broke the silence. “Go in peace. Blessed be as blessed is.”

Thor picked up the babies and the rest of our children got up and stretched. “I wasn’t expecting the other kids to be involved,” I said, as I took Thour from him.

“They wanted them to have the blessings too, even though they already have their names,” Thor explained.

I kissed his cheek and went over to speak to Katveil. “Hey, Kat, it’s been a long time,” I said.

“My lady,” Katveil said, lowering her head.

“Kat,” I scolded. “We’ve talked about this.”

“I’m sorry,” she said with a shy smile. “It has been a while.”

I hugged her. “I would love to spend some time with you,” I said. “If you have any. I only know Thor’s friends here. I’d like to make some of my own.”

“Oh,” Katveil said. “I would love that.”

“Will Thor know how to find you?” I asked.

“I’m sure he would,” she said with a nod, and then looking like she was summoning all her courage she reached over and played with Thour’s hand. “She is very cute.”

“Thank you,” I said. “She looks a lot like Steve. And he is very pretty.”

She giggled. “You are very attractive too. I am sure I can see some of you there too.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Come with me for a second would you?”

She nodded and I led her over to where Tommy was talking to Rebecca. “Tommy, meet my friend, Katveil, this is Tommy. Katveil did my body art back when I bonded with the rest of your parents.”

Tommy gave me a look that told me he knew exactly what I was doing and he would play along but he wasn’t happy about it. “Hey, Katveil,” he said, offering her his hand.

“Hello,” she said. “You can call me Kat.”

Tommy looked from Kat to me and then back to Kat, letting out a breath. “Kat, did you want to get something to eat with me? I am still learning what Asgardian food is good or not.”

That last bit was a blatant lie, but I appreciated that he was making the effort.

“It would be my pleasure,” she said, excitedly. “Follow me.”

Tommy shot me one last resigned look and then followed Katveil to one of the long tables.

“Mom,” Rebecca said, tutting me. “Setting up your kids. For shame.”

“Oh hush,” I laughed. “He told me that he’s having trouble fitting in and Kat is the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I don’t expect them to get married. But she will be a good friend.”

“Aww, Tommy’s got no friends,” Rebecca teased. “Needs mommy to find him some.”

“Hey you,” I scolded. “Don’t think you’re too old for me to ground.”

“I think I am,” she laughed. “But I won’t rub it in. This is kind of a hard change. It’s nice you’re trying to help. Hope it doesn’t backfire.”

I looked over to where Tommy and Katveil were discussing the different foods. Katveil pulled a face and Tommy threw his head back laughing. I had a feeling that things were going to work out just fine with them.

// NEXT

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charmed-asylum · 3 years ago

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RUMOR HAS IT

DARK STEVE ROGERS X OC MINI FIC

Reqested by @sage1998c request: Hi I was wondering if you would please consider doing a dark Steve high school au story starting Kat Graham as the main oc/face claim. I would really appreciate it if you would think about it.

WARNING: ALOT OF CRAZY SHIT!!! I never did a dark fic I am going to miss a few but let start with the basics NO ONE UNDER AGE OF 18 SHOULD READ THIS. BLACK MAIL/ SEX/ YANDRE/ RECORDING OF SEX WITHOUT SHARE AGRREEMENT/ ETC ETC

SUMMERY: Life was perfect for American boy, aka Steve Rogers. Great friends, hot cheerleader girlfriend, love and adore by everyone. Everything was perfect till senior year when Angelina came around and an anonymous gossip column, Rumor Has It, threatening to expose everyone's dirty laundry.

~ MASTERLIST~

SNEAK PEEK // Angelina OC

TAGGED: @geralt-jaskier20 @hypersonicxd-blog @muralskins @readermia @muralskins@david-winters-93@alagalaska @SAGE1998C

Thick FOG COVERED Rear WINDOWS of his navy blue 1967 Chevy Camaro. A deep moan came from his mouth as he digs deeper into her wet centerfold. His colossal hand holds tighter to her tiny neck, trying to take all his thoughts else were. “OHHHH FU FUCK. HARDER,” Jane shout from behind his thick fingers. His eyes squeeze tighter; he was close still but so far. Think think think of something Peggy beast No. Jane wet means you sure hit new heights with her. She is enjoying it. He opens his ocean blue eyes and gazed back at Jane; her back was arched, moving closer to his cock. Trying to get more. Greedy bitch.

He couldn’t wait until he was destroying her. By the end of her fifth orgasm (pushing her fourth ), she would know to never mess with him again. She ends this fuckin blog once together. Finally, end his bad luck streak. All this was messing with him mentally and psychically. Maybe after this, he can finally get in with Angelina. Fuck now; she was a piece of art. Body carve from god himself. He thought Peggy was an angel, his perfect dame, but then Angelina came back into his life. Right when he needed her. It’s been forever since he saw her. Just then, Jane let at whining cries for him. That and imagining it Angelina and her virgin pussy finally help him release. God, that’s it, he thought to himself. It has been happening a lot. Lately, he felt he was in love. He knows it even though he is young. No matter what it is, he was thinking about her. He can’t sleep, eat, think.

Whenever he had a chance to stop thinking of her, it’s about this FUCKING BLOG. RUMORS HAS IT. STUPID SHIT! It already got a few of his friends, and even though he is unstoppable invisible. His fears he was going to be next. That’s why Jane has to be the person behind it. No one else knows Thor secret besides him, Thor and his family, her, and that child’s family. So stupid. So Thor was involved in an accident and drunk and got a child in a fucking coma. With one peek at the camera, he stares back at the feedback, good he is still out of frame.

Jane utters another whimper. Almost there, he thought to himself. Jane’s sparkling baby pink cat claw nails scratch deep into his pecks and across his ample shoulders. The sight of her nail polish reminds him of a dress Angelina once wear. The last time he saw her, matter of fact, was 12 years ago. She was only three years younger than her. He can taste the chunky chocolate chips that melted into the cookies. He can hear the playful voice she uses when she would pretend to play house. He was daddy, and she was mommy. No matter what he did, she always looked up at him like he was god-like. He was the only one who could ever make her feel safe. Even as a weak, pathetic boy like him. Maybe she was that high he felt once and had been trying to get ever since. He can remember like it was yesterday when they share their 1st kiss. She wanted it; she kisses him sweet dreams of a cloud 9 type of kiss. He would have relished that kiss if he had any common sense instead of screaming around like an idiot. He accidentally pushed her away and made her hurt herself. Even though he was the cause of that pain, it was him she looks at to save her. Make her feel better. Fuck, where did that pretty brown eye with pink tails in tutu little girl go?

She turns into a fuckin unstoppable beast, a storm of everything that drove him crazy. Everything he saw was wrong with the world. Still, he wanted more. Man, he had to get Jane to understand she was messing up his chance to be with his little angel. God’s gift to him for what he has done what he has accomplished.

“OH STEVEEEEEE” Jane shouted, her legs clenching tight around Steve waisted her mouth in the notch of her neck. Five

“I told you I could make you come at least five times. Having the best sex you ever got, huh. Tell me I’m better no one can ever fuck you. Not even your stupid boyfriend, Thor,” Steve said breathlessly.

Jane nods and whimpers softly. It’s you.

“A no. Doll, I need you to shout it louder for the camera,” he whispered into her ear.

So far into her sexual bliss high, she did not hear him say that but instead agree with him.

He smiles, now holding the camera close to her wet fold. Jane lay back, eyes close, dazed. With a flash, her eyes peak open to see the phone filming her. She pushes up only to be pushed back down with one finger by Steve, still holding the camera. One hand holds down her arms above her head. A Pitch of Steve’s sweat drips onto her.

“Come on, Jane Baby. Say hi to the camera. Man, I made many sex tapes, but you are the first girl I made come without much effort. That is how much of a gold digger slut you are. Your boyfriend hasn’t even cleaned out his locker, but you are already begging to suck my cock. Tiss. Now now, what are we going to do, huh? One-click, and this goes quicker than one of your rumors. By the time you get out of this car, everyone will know what a dirty slut you are. No more Thor, no more ivy school options. The only thing you can do is give yourself to homeless people. Right, where you belong” Steve chuckle watching Jane cry, begging him to stop.

“But why Jane baby, you were holding me with an iron fist singing my name to the high heavens. Haha, you bitch. It would be best if you had someone to teach you—the right way. Don’t worry; I do that. Mmm. Would you like me to show you the right way? Show you how to be a lady, not trashy dirty whore” He said, proceeding close, sniffing her dark locks. Could Angelina still smell like sweet sugar and honey? Wonder if she uses a different shampoo than whores like Jane or Peggy. I bet she sounds different too.

“Please don’t. Do this I. I. I do anything. Please don’t post the video,” Jane said between each sob. Her tiny wrist was starting to burn from the tight grip.

“Oh, no amount of tears or begging to go to stop me. No. You are going to shut up and listen to me bitch. One-stop your blogging, shut it down, and then redact it all. I don’t care what you say, but you end this shit. THEN you’re going to be Thor’s slave. Do whatever he wants behind closed doors, and in front, you will hold tight to his arm to every court hearing throughout the trials. I don’t care if you miss school; I look or hear you miss anything. I’m posting this gem here. Understand,” He said, tilting his head to the side.

“Bu Bu bu it was not me I not the person behind it. I promise I got mad at Thor yes, he was flirting with girls at all the games. But I promise Steve I never do that. But I admit it if that what you want me to do,” She said, crying with chubby tears. He looks deep into her eyes, trying to see if she was lying. Maybe she didn’t. She was like him in a way, using Thor to better herself. He loosens his hold but remains on top. He savors this for future use, but he won’t tell that. Yet. No, he was going to have a bit of fun with this one.

“Not enough. Huh, I guess that’s bye-bye to a bright future. Or else. You come here and show me just how much you want me to keep this little homemade video a secret. Huh. Make it quick. I got a date with destiny, or should I say, little angel. Remember, you use those pearly whites teeth, or don’t swallow all of it up. Bye-bye future, “Steve says with a huge grind and dark eyes darker the midnight sky.

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shibasparklez · 3 years ago

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Rooftop Date

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I’m gonna write a quick little drabble about the three of us! This one is going to lean heavily into petre and agere.

The world around me was completely dark, because my eyes were closed. I was being carried around on Thor’s back, his muscular hands supporting my thighs. So even though I had no idea where I was going, I knew I would be safe. From the sound of his boots hitting metal, and the slight tensing in his body with each step I knew we were going up stairs. I lightly squeezed him, causing him to let out a deep chuckle. The vibrations in his back sent butterflies into my chest.

“Can I have any hints now?” I leaned my cheek on his back playfully.

“Not even one, darling.” He squeezed my thigh.

“Will Wanda be there?” I asked, listening in for any other clues.

“Yes she will.” He sounded cheerful and relaxed.

“That was a hint!” I stuck out my tongue.

“You little brat…” Even though he wasn’t facing me I could tell he was shaking his head. “What I will tell you is…this day is for spoiling our loves. You have spoiled us plenty. So I hope that we impress you, little one.”

“W-well jeez, there’s no pressure to impress me. I just wanna spend the day with you guys cause I love you.” I could feel myself slipping with his nickname, but tried to hold myself together.

“I love you too, pup.” He gently placed me down on the ground, ruffling my hair and gently kissing my forehead.

Before I could ask if we made it, a massive door opened. The familiar warmth of Wanda’s magic surrounded me. I knew that it still wasn’t time to open my eyes. She lifted me into the air for a moment, and I felt her small arms beneath me. This was how she could hold me like a baby. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t know which way her lips were.

“Open your eyes now, baby girl.” She whispered, kissing my ear.

I did as I was told, and let out a gasp. The cutest blanket fort I’d ever seen was in front of me! We were on the roof, watching over the dazzling city below. Little comfy lanterns lit up our date, which made the cutesy patterns on the blankets more visible. One of the blankets was Paw Patrol themed, and I couldn’t help but let out a squeal.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” I held both of their hands.

“Here, let me put you down.” Wanda floated me over to the blankets. “Thor, sit down.”

“As you wish!” He quickly got into position, cradling me tenderly as I was placed on his lap.

“W-what are you guys trying to do here?” I blushed, trying my best to keep it together.

“Really thought you’d recognize it by now, puppy.” She cupped my cheeks, and kissed my forehead.

“Darling, you’re doing an amazing job at keeping your composure but there’s no need to now. Mommy and daddy are here for you.” Thor embraced me, and that’s when I fully slipped into my baby space.

“Daddy!” I squeaked, hugging him tightly.

“There’s my little girl!” He laughed boisterously, kissing me all over my face.

“We got you a present, sweetie.” She handed me a small box.

“Can I see?” I made grabby hands at her.

“Of course you can, silly!” She giggled, handing me the neatly wrapped present.

“You’re wearing the bracelet mommy!” I beamed, ecstatic that she loved it enough to keep wearing it.

“Have you not seen mine, little one?” Thor dangled his wrist in front of me.

“My eyes were closed ‘till now, daddy!” I resisted the urge to grab the charms.

When they woke up in the morning I gave them my gift, matching charm bracelets for the three of us. The chains were made of rose gold and had sparkly gems in each charm. I wasn’t expecting a gift in return, I usually wanted Valentine’s Day to be about quality time. Or lots of cuddles. I was only starting to realize that their gift to me had something to do with my small space. Though Thor helping me dress up beforehand should’ve given me an idea.

I gently opened the wrapping paper, only to be met with another box. Which made me tilt my head in confusion, pouting when they both chuckled. I quickly realized that I just had to open the other box. When I finally saw what was inside I let out another loud squeal. A brand new collar, which was fancier than any one I’d gotten before. The design was pastel pink, and covered in my favorite Paw Patrol characters. I ran my fingers across them, gasping from how soft it was.

“Mommy! Daddy! I love you so much! Can you put it on me?” I kissed them both on the lips.

“Have you read the tag yet, angel?” Wanda turned the heart shaped tag to me.

“Rainbow! Holo!” I waved my other hand around in excitement.

“We engraved this tag for you, sweetheart.” Thor kissed my head, nearly making me lose focus with his hands in my hair.

I was distracted for a moment by moving the tag around in the light. Before I noticed what was written. On the front was just my name, in big glittery text. In smaller font, there was more text on the back. Thor and Wanda’s darling little puppy. I teared up a little. They knew exactly what I wanted, and all of my favorite things. Wanda’s magic surrounded the collar, taking it out of my hands. I pushed my hair away from my neck, letting her put on the collar. Thor found the clasp on the back, getting the collar securely on me.

“Such a good girl!” Wanda kissed my lips.

“It suits you perfectly, my love.” Thor kissed my lips right after her.

“You guys…this is the best gift ever!” I wrapped my arms around them.

“Now, do you want some snacks and belly rubs?” Wanda pinched my tummy gently.

“Yes please!” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 22

First time reader click here

TWs/Summary: FLUFF! Inappropriate jokes! The team being a family of mother hens. Steve + WAP! Reader's old man fetish is ✨blossoming✨. Stephen is finally evolving from Grinch into a human being.

a/n: How do we feel about Wanda/Loki pairing? Loki is comparatively around Wanda's/Reader's/Pietro's age, e.g. he's a young adult. Also, new divider.

All three of us spilled out of the elevator in a flurry of wet hair, outrageously large shopping bags and the smell of autumn leaves and cinnamon-infused chocolate. Picture perfect friends - our arms were linked, we stood side to side, our bags mixed up. Loki's silky black hair was dripping cold water onto my face and my own clothes sticking to me in uncomfortable places.

It started pouring buckets when we got into my car to go back to the tower. Wanda complained about being hungry and after a brief detour in one of the hole-in-the-wall, hidden gem, French boulangeries, all three of us were pleasantly relaxed and companionable under the influence of hot chocolate and fresh, warm croissants (Loki ate, like, ten, royal manners be damned). The five minute run from the parking lot to the main entrance resulted in us being way too soaked to be comfortable - thankfully, the shopping bags seemed to be waterproof. Or, perhaps, Loki enchanted them somehow.

"Stop fucking cheating, Rogers..." Tony was grumbling in frustration, looking at an array of cards in his hands, squinting suspiciously at a smug Steve.

Noticing us, the room perked up immediately. Thor lifted his head and we saw him and Pietro splayed out on the couch, each male holding a play station controller. Stephen Strange was sat cross-legged on the floor, reading a book, while Natasha filed her nails next to him, a face of tranquility and indifference.

We almost backpedaled from the amount of puppy eyes suddenly gazing at us.

"Sup?" I decided to go first, seeing as both of my companions were still mostly confused. What the hell, I was equally perplexed.

"How was your day, brother?" and "Got yourself a nice dress?" and "Marchesa? Not bad." Were the most intelligible words I could make out of the cacophony that descended upon us.

And it suddenly downed on me. Neither Wanda nor Loki had previously left for the city on their own. Their siblings were worried. I sighed, concealing my happiness behind a quiet complaint of being cold and wet. My bags were picked up by Thor who abandoned his game in favour of greeting his brother with a hug. Surprisingly, Loki didn't refuse and let Thor embrace him and relieve us of our items to deposit them out of the way.

"Cold," Wanda whined, stripping off her damp sweater to reveal simple black leggings and tee underneath.

"Wet," Loki mumbled, gathering a ball of green magic to dry out his dripping hair.

"Gross," I said, walking straight into Tony's open arms. He didn't say anything, just indicated my place was in his lap, squeaking and shivering as soon as I reached my destination.

"Baby girl, you're gonna get sick. Let's go take a bath," He unsuccessfully attempted to lift my limp body. I groaned in protest, dead on my feet. It felt like I had walked a thousand miles. Wasn't gonna remove myself from a warm, soft Tony.

"I'm dead, like, I'm a zombie. If you move me, I'll eat that sexy brain of yours," I threatened fitfully.

"Well, at least change out of these clothes. You're dripping me in gross, polluted rain water," The engineer laughed.

"Lazy," I replied, nestling myself closer to his warmth. He tugged on my clothes, wrestling me out of the top layers, leaving me shivering like a newborn kitten across his lap. His eyes darted across the room - evidently, he was looking for some sort of a hoodie as he wasn't wearing one at the time. Tony knew how much I loved those and always kept one in his vicinity. Thoughtful, lovely Tony.

"Have you seen my MIT sweatshirt?" He asked and everyone replied negative. Tony frowned.

"Here, have mine," Strange stood up, unzipping and handing me his own plain grey one. "I'll make some herbal tea for the girls least they actually get sick." With that, the grumpy doctor walked off into the kitchen. I watched his broad back retreat with renewed interest. Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave...

One warm hoodie and hot tea later, I was feeling less like a drowned cat and more like the fabulous human being that I was. Wanda had told everyone about her two cute new dresses without actually revealing the idea behind her costume. Somehow all of us silently agreed to surprise each other after I pulled my stunt on Stephen.

Strange didn't seem to be mad at me; his presence was amiable and delightful. He made usual small talk and we engaged in a brief, friendly battle of the wits and he and Tony managed to not piss off each other too much. Loki and Wanda hung nearby, and we chatted, too, mostly about less popular but very cool movies the three of us could watch... Yeah, so we were arranging a sleepover. Bite me.

"So, everyone ready for the party?" Clint was all but bouncing in his seat. "Me and Sammy-boy, we'll have the coolest costumes!" He exclaimed, smirking in Tony and Bruce's direction. Something was coming, something great, from my two boys. I could sense it. Natasha probably knew and tattled to Clint already. The bird bros fist-bumped with an obnoxious cheer.

I was feeling drowsy. The tea Strange made had something calming in it. My usual energetic spirit was gone, replaced by a mellow sort of mood. Plus, my feet hurt from all the walking. I moaned in distaste, flexing my toes.

"I disagree," Wanda shared a secretive smile with Loki and me.

Apparently, my discomfort was quite obvious. It took only another quiet, pitiful groan from me for Bruce to scoot closer, remove my socks and tenderly knead the arch of my foot. He smiled at me, soft and gentle, pressing the pads of his fingers into the soft, painful spots.

"Yeah, Pigeon, no amount of make-up will help that ugly mug," Tony declared with a wave of his hand.

"Tony!" Sam defended his bird bro, tossing a pillow at the engineer and missing me by barely an inch.

"You don't need any make-up, bird. You need plastic surgery." I jumped on the bully Clint bandwagon for the lolz. He was actually quite handsome, but his reactions always were fucking priceless. All of us occasionally ruffled his feathers but never to an actually hurtful extent.

"Not gonna lie, that one hurt." Barton huffed, crossing his arms.

Meanwhile, Bruce had moved onto my other foot. I had to hold in a bunch of very lewd, inappropriate noises. Tony was grinning above me, not at all affected by me squirming around. Banner grinned back at the engineer. They were definitely plotting something.

That just wouldn't do, I decided. Time to throw Rick and Morty off their course a little. I stretched leisurely, allowing the hem of my borrowed hoodie to lift, exposing an inch too much of skin than strictly appropriate.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve's arched eyebrow and the small secretive smirk he hid behind a cup of tea. The Captain wasn't as virtuous as the others thought and he definitely was onto me.

Bruce still wreaked havoc on my vestibular system by doing some magical voodoo shit to my toes and traded suspicious grins with Tony who radiated an unfair amount of smugness.

"Oh my God," I stretched with a moan of contentment. "Fucking rail me." I might have used this particular choice of words on purpose. The Avengers that memed with me knew the actual meaning but they were in the minority. Most, including Tony and Bruce, gasped in shock at my choice of words. I grinned innocently. "What?"

"We don't use that kind of language around here!" Steve exclaimed, barely hiding a full-fledged laugh behind his cup.

"Cap, a lot has changed in the past seventy years, if you didn't notice," Barton rolled his eyes. "Women are allowed to express themselves now."

"Men think it's pretty hot, actually," Tony remarked, giving me one of his positively mischievous smiles, gently stroking my cheek and dipping his index finger under the hem of my top, following the lines of my collarbone. "It's just that Cap got left out in the cold."

"Very funny, Tony," Steve groaned as the rest of the group laughed. "We don't need a repeat of the WAP incident."

I choked on my breath. "The WHAT incident?!"

Laughter drowned out Steve's stuttering explanation as the supersoldier blushed, possibly, the most saturated shade of scarlet I'd ever seen on a human's face. I had to stop Bruce from continuing to make my limbs into Jell-O, wanting to hear the full story clearly. Anything that warranted such a strong reaction from Steve was bound to be, like, equal parts extremely embarrassing and hilarious. Bucky was laughing up a storm, a tell-tale sign of him having taken direct actions to ensure Steve would be as confused and ashamed as possible.

"Steve caught Peter listening to the song and asked him about it. Peter refused to answer at first, so Bucky decided to mess with Steve a bit," Pietro began explaining. "So Bucky goes: WAP stands for wasted academic potential. Steve sits on it a couple of days, believing his boyfriend like the naïve old man he is," Pietro was gesturing vividly, arms flailing, as the Captain buried his face in his hands. "Lo and behold, Steve had to give a Captain America speech at some sort of school for delinquent children. And at the end of it all - Natasha has that bit on video, by the way - he gives his stern Captain look and goes "WAP is no joke!"!" The speedster laughed out loud along with everybody.

I was howling at that point, staring at Steve. Did the old man realize all the answers to his questions were a simple Google search away? "NO, he didn't, oh my God," I wheezed, suddenly having realized where it was going.

"He totally did!" Clint continued, giving Pietro a fond look and a chance to catch his breath. "The whole student population was laughing, tears rolling down their faces, as the principal started angrily ranting right in Steve's face. And he was just so, so-o confused. Man, his face..." Clint shook his head. "He left so freaking red in the face I thought he was going to have a heart attack. The students had started singing the song, the uncensored version - mind you - at some point and Steve just progressively got redder and redder."

"I'm seventy percent Irish, I can't help it!" Steve cried in his own defense, the famous blush on full display, but laughing nonetheless as he clutched onto his left boob for dear life.

"And one hundred percent dumbass!" Bucky clapped his boyfriend on the shoulder.

I nodded along, me and Tony a howling pile of limbs. The engineer himself was holding onto me for dear life, too winded to make any of his usual snarky commentary regarding Steve's epic failure. "Pure of heart, dumb of ass," I wheezed out my sudden realization.

"Shit, I'm getting that on a t-shirt," Tony sent himself into another cackle fest. "That's brilliant, Princess."

Bucky nodded along, "I'm buying one for this punk." He pointed at Steve, poking him in the right pec.

"Jerk," Steve's gaze was annoyed but fond as he gently shoved his boyfriend before placing a gentle kiss atop his head. Old people in love, so adorable.

"May I request one for my brother as well?" Loki interjected, eyebrow raised, eyeing Thor trying to pry open a carton of ice cream and failing to notice the little plastic lid covering the top part of it. The blonde was utterly oblivious both to his brother and to the chaos around him, set on his quest for salted caramel pecan creamy goodness. I couldn't say I didn't see the appeal...

"What did you call - himbos?" Stephen eyed me curiously, pointing to Thor and Steve with a shaky hand.

I nodded in response. "Harmless, loveable, kind, beefy and utter dumbasses," I pointed out the main characteristics. "I love himbos."

"You said my brain was sexy," Tony pouted, pressing me closer to him and in turn, making my legs wrap around Bruce in a funny way that brought all three of us in a weird sandwich hug. I must've died and gone to heaven once again. "This is bullshit," And Tony fuckin' bit me. The bastard sunk his teeth into my shoulder strong enough to leave a mark.

"I love big, fat brains. Unf," My attempt at a salacious voice only made people laugh. "No PhD, no pussy. I don't make the rules," I snorted loudly.

"You and your old man kink," Wanda chuckled good-naturedly, casting me a knowing glance over the tops of her friends' heads.

"Yes," I agreed solemnly, pulling Tony in for a kiss without an ounce of shame or reservation, catching Stephen's amused face meeting my eyes for a brief second, his eyebrow raised meaningfully. Looked like someone took my comment a little close to heart. Nobody really batted an eye at Bruce being in the middle of our cuddle puddle so if I had to guess, Stephen Strange was at least interested... Or was he silently judging me?

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kitkatd7 · 4 years ago

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Christmas Party

Summary: You’re having a great Christmas eve… until you aren’t. You’re being bullied and Loki isn’t having any of it.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Angst! self-consciousness, bullying/belittling, cursing, fluff ending

Requests:

Requested by @myraiswack: Hello love, congrats again on 500!!! Could I request a prompt thing for Loki with 4. “Leave me alone” angst prompt but then a fluffy end with 9. “Hold me” (so kinda a hurt & comfort thing? Idk you can do whatever😁💕) Thank you so much 😘

Requested by @cap-n-stuff: Hi! Can I get an angst to fluff with Loki?? Thanks!

Prompts: “You have to kiss me if we’re under the mistletoe.” (Season of Fiction Writing Challenge)

Word Count: 1482

A/N: This is for @star-spangled-beard-burn Season of Fiction Writing Challenge!! Congratulations again, and I hope you enjoy it! Beta read by the beautiful @rhemasky and the ever wonderful @cap-n-stuff thanks lovelies <3

Prompts will be in bold (Poem is not mine and I take no credit for it, I’m borrowing it from google)

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You’re at Tony’s Christmas party with your boyfriend, Loki, and everything is perfect. The food is amazing, all of your friends are present, and you’re all watching Tony, who’s drunk, and singing Deck the Halls with the wrong lyrics. And to top it all off- You feel beautiful for the first time in a long time. Not that Loki didn’t tell you every chance he had how gorgeous you were- but having someone tell you and feeling it are two very different things. But tonight- Tonight is different. You look gorgeous; you feel gorgeous. A dark green dress hugs your skin delicately, accenting your curves. The golden sparkles that start at the top gently cascade down the strapless dress, thinning out until they disappear just before the hem of your skirt. Your hair twisted back into soft waves, held by golden pins. The necklace you never take off you rests at the hollow of your throat; An elegant gold star with small white gems. It was a present from Loki, gifted along with a poem:

I want to invite you for a walk

To a quiet place; in the moor.

When the breeze sings serenades,

One of those nights-

The moon is full.

A restless pounding invades my heart

When I think of my confidants-

The stars.

If only they could speak,

What would they say?

If you could hear them speak,

For they know my fondness for you

And that in my thoughts,

There is no other one.

If only the stars could speak

They will tell you that I love you.

They would ask you,

To love me back.

That was how he told you he loved you. The memory wraps around you in a warm haze as you smile up at Loki. His grip tightens around your waist as he presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you sigh contentedly.

“Do you want champagne, love?”

You hum a yes, watching as his dark, deliciously clad form disappears into the crowd.

You roll your eyes upon hearing a high pitched voice call your name. You turn, coming face to face with one of Tony’s countless guests. Lord knows how she got an invite.

“Aren’t you Loki’s ex-girlfriend?” She asks, not waiting for a reply as her friends shoot you a pitiful look. “That is so sad! I can’t believe it. Everyone thought you guys would work out- But can you really blame him for breaking up with you?” She snarks, tone shifting as she eyes you demeaningly.

“What? No, we didn’t break-”

“I mean, sure, you’re sort of cute, in your own way. But honestly, you're not good enough for him anyway. It’s probably for the best. You’ve got too many… How can I put this lightly?” She pauses thoughtfully, her hand under her chin in fake contemplation. “...Imperfections.” She finally says maliciously as her friends nod in faux sympathy.

“Also, you’re obviously way too clingy- Guys don’t like that.” She hums, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Loki needs a more confident girl. Prettier. Thinner. Someone like- well, someone like me, I suppose,” she says casually, eyes glinting assertively.

All the air is pushed from your lungs as you choke back sobs.

Loki’s eyebrows furrow as he watches you whirl away from a group of women and push your way aimlessly through the crowd. He grabs your arm lightly as you turn to face him, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“My love, what’s wrong?” He asks, cupping your face gently when you shake your head and try to step away. He whispers your name, his eyes clouding in confusion. “Tell me what they said,” he prompts you gently. Blinking back fresh tears, you pull away. “Leave me alone,” you whisper hoarsely before rushing out, vanishing in the mass of bodies.

He looks around for the source of your pain, his eyes scanning the crowd so intently he doesn’t notice Thor come up beside him. “Are you alright, brother? You look tense.”

“I’m fine. It’s Y/N. Someone upset her greatly, and I think it only fair I return the favor,” Loki growled, striding across the floor with purpose, his eyes glinting.

Stalking up to her, Loki glares daggers, his words dripping with venom. “I don’t know what exactly you said to Y/N, but I know the general context- If you think for even a moment that you are worth more than she is, you are desperately wrong. She’s the most beautiful, intelligent, gentle person I’ve ever met, and to call her anything less than that is simply your resentment overtaking the little sense you have. She is worth more than you could possibly imagine, and she deserves for you to treat her with more respect than anyone here. The only reason you aren’t begging for your life right now is because of her and the restraint she taught me. Consider yourselves lucky we didn’t meet a year ago. Now. Get. Out,” Loki snarls, eyes flashing with barely contained rage.

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Some minutes later, Loki opens the door to your room softly, slipping inside to find you perched on the edge of the bed, smudged mascara and drying tears mixing on your cheeks. Your dress in a forgotten heap on the floor, replaced with sweatpants and a hoodie that you never gave back to him. He crouches in between your thighs, his hands resting gently on your legs. All his quick wit evades him, and he finds himself unable to conjure the perfect words to ease your pain. “I’m sorry.”

You burst into fresh tears, burying your head into his shoulder, and all he can do is hold you as you try to find the words. “She’s right, you know?” You murmur, sitting up as a mirthless laugh passing through your lips as Loki looks at you in confusion.

“What was she right about, darling?”

“That I’m not like her. I can never be like her- I’ll never look like her, or sound like her, or act like her. I can never be that perfect. She was right about everything. She was right that I’ll never be good enough for anyone. But I’ll especially never be good enough for you-”

Your sentence cuts off as Loki’s lips capture yours, his hands cup your face as he kisses you with such a confident passion that it leaves you breathless when he pulls away. Resting his forehead against yours, he stares deeply into your eyes. “Don’t ever say that you aren’t good enough for me again. It is I who isn’t worthy of you, my love. But she’s right-” He starts as you look at him in shock. “-That you aren’t like her... And that’s why I love you.” He huffs lightly to himself, brushing the back of his hand against the soft skin of your cheek while gazing at you like you hung the moon in the sky. “I don’t want you to be like her. I don’t want you to try to look or sound or act any differently than you are- Because as soon as you try to be someone else, you lose yourself. Darling, perfect is not a real thing. Perfect is a mask, an image of what someone else wants you to be. To be perfect is to be fake and to let go of every ounce of life in your being. I love you exactly the way you are, and always will.”

You stare at Loki in complete surprise, your lips parted slightly, at a loss for words.

He kisses you again with a dominating sweetness that you’ve never felt before. His lips are fierce and compelling against your own as you lean into him, all of the pain you felt slipping away into memory at the caring touch and soothing presence of your lover.

“Hold me.” It comes out a breathless plea against his lips as he gathers you in his arms and moves you both to the headboard.

You snuggle into him, your head on his chest and his arms securely around you. Anchoring you. “This isn’t exactly how I imagined us spending Christmas.” You hum tiredly against his skin in agreement.

Before you can slip into sleep, you hear him murmur your name. Your eyebrows furrow at the soft expression on his face and the light dancing in his eyes. “You have to kiss me if we’re under the mistletoe,” he whispers.

“Loki, there isn’t any-” You huff before following his gaze to the ceiling where there is, in fact, mistletoe. “That’s cheating.” you chuckle, leaning closer instinctively, eyes flicking between his and his lips.

“Mm, perhaps. But if I get a kiss from you then it’s worth it.” He charms, lips curving into a warm smile.

You sigh, into the kiss in pleasure and exhaustion before nestling back into his side. Maybe this isn’t a terrible way to spend Christmas.

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch56: Worthy

Intro: A few weeks post the Time Heist the team are finally ready to reverse the snap. The only problem is, when you mess with time it tends to mess back…

Warnings: “Language!”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Another huge thanks to @angrybirdcr for her edits…

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 55

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

October 2023

Katie walked over to the dresser in Nat’s room and smiled at the photos that stood on the shiny, dark wood surface. There were a few shots that stood in frames, one of Nat with Clint, Laura and the Kids, one of her, Katie and Pepper at Tony’s wedding, but it was the biggest one that she reached out to pick up. It was a photo that Katie had taken in her and Steve’s back garden a few months before on Jamie’s third birthday. Nat had Jamie balanced on her hip and Emmy to her other side, arm round the teens shoulder. She was smiling, happily at the camera, almost like she had no care in the world.

“Hey.” A soft voice spoke behind her and she turned to look at Steve, already dressed in his Captain America suit. “I’m not even gonna ask how you got in here.” “I already had access.” Katie shrugged, replacing the photo back down. “She had access to ours as well, although she never used it much, especially not after that time she walked in on us on the couch and got an eyeful of your ass going ten to the-“ “Yeah, yeah, I remember.” Steve snorted, leaning on the doorframe, the pink tinge spreading up his neck to his cheeks as he recalled the incident. They’d been going at it pretty furiously when Nat had walked in. There had been a lot of yelling, shrieks, giggles and one strategically placed throw cushion as he had stood up and reversed hastily to the bedroom out of view. “She told me she needed four bottles of bleach for her eyeballs.”

Katie sniggered before she sighed. “I miss her, Steve.”

“I know.” He said gently, walking into the room and she melted into his arms. “I wish I could tell you it goes away but it doesn’t. You just learn to live with it. I promise it will get easier though.” Katie smiled at his words. She knew full well what living with grief was like, they’d done it enough over the past five years but he wasn’t trying to be patronising, merely trying to lend her some comfort and she loved him for that.

“Given that Halloween isn’t for another two weeks I take it you’re dressed in your Spangles for a reason?” She pulled back and Steve nodded.

“We’re ready.” He gave her a significant look.

Katie let out a breath. They’d been working on the gauntlet now for the past few weeks. Thor, Rocket, Tony and Banner all spending hours at a time in the lab. Given that the Time and Soul stones were the only ones they had in their true gem form the first challenge get the others into the same state. For the most, all that meant was smashing open the various items they were contained within- namely the Tesseract, Sceptre and Orb. But even that had to be done in a controlled way so no stone was damaged or disturbed. Then, a slightly trickier task, they’d had to figure out how to solidify the Aether. Thor had been extremely nervous about this given his history with it and how it was able to “consume” people it decided to use as hosts. After days of brainstorming and various ideas they dismissed, Tony had come up with the idea of using the 3D printer to create a vessel, using a scan of one of the other stones.

“So, err…it’s time?” Steve nodded. “Everyone’s meeting in the lab.” He nodded to the photos on the side. “Time to make her sacrifice worthwhile.”

Katie followed his eye line and nodded. “Yeah,” she turned back to him, “I’ll go grab my suit.” He bent down to give her a soft peck on the lips and watched her go before he cast a cursory glance around the room. It was a little untidy, but that had been Nat all over. ‘Organised chaos’ she had described her nature as.

“You weren’t wrong, Widow.” Steve smiled gently, before he turned and shut the door behind him, striding back to the lab.

He arrived just in time to see Tony stood by the glass case housing the Gauntlet, his hand carefully manipulating the machines to cautiously place all six stones in their respective places within the glove.

“Boom!” Rocket let out a yell and both Tony and Bruce jumped a little. Tony turned to glare at the raccoon who was sniggering at his joke.

Steve rolled his eyes, he still wasn’t sure about the animal but he couldn’t deny he’d been useful, his knowledge filling in a lot of gaps they had.

“Asshole.” Tony grumbled as Steve crossed the room to pick up his helmet which was lying on a desk. Tony looked up at him. “You find Kiddo?” “Exactly where I thought she’d be.” Steve nodded. “She’s gone to suit up.” It wasn’t long before she returned with Clint and Scott. Scott was already in his Ant-Man suit, Clint in his Hawkeye get up and Katie in her leathers, the bangle that contained her Supernova suit gleaming on her wrist. Steve’s eyes travelled over everyone as they checked their various bits of equipment, and he took a deep breath, nervous excitement coursing through his veins.

Everything they had been through over the past five years and, more recently, the sacrifice their best friend had made all came down to this. A literal snap of the fingers.

Eventually, a silence fell over the room as everyone crowded round the gauntlet. A quick headcount told Steve they were one short, and he didn’t mean Natasha either. Nebula was absent but he assumed she was elsewhere at the request of Tony for some reason, maybe doing some checks in other areas. He was about to ask when Rocket spoke up.

“All right. The glove’s ready.” His arms folded across his chest. “Question is, who’s gonna snap their freaking fingers?”

“I’ll do it.” Thor spoke immediately and they all turned to face him, Lang speaking the words at the forefront of Steve’s mind.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s okay.” Thor nodded, heading towards the gauntlet where he was immediately met with a barrage of protests from around the room.

“No, no, no, whoa.”

“Stop. Stop.”

“Wait a sec. Hey, hey!”

“Wait, wait, Thor, just wait.” Steve shook his head gently, his arm reaching out to stop the God before he put his arm in the glove. “We haven’t decided who’s gonna put that on yet.”

“I’m sorry. What, we’re just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?” Thor snapped back.

“We should at least discuss it.” Katie nodded, trying to appease him.

“No, no, sitting here staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back.” Thor looked at her, shaking his head. “I’m the strongest Avenger, okay? So this responsibility falls upon me. It’s my duty.”

“It’s not about–“

“It’s not that– Stop it! Just let me!” Thor pleaded as he started to get teary eyed. Katie took a breath as she could almost feel the guilt that was radiating off him in waves. “Just let me do it. Just let me do something good. Something right.”

“Look, it’s not just the fact that that glove is channelling enough energy to light up a continent, I’m telling you, you’re in no condition.” Tony shook his head.

“He’s right, Thor.” Katie looked at him. “Let’s just think about it, please?”

“What do you-“ Thor shook his head as he looked at Katie, his blue eyes then flicking to Tony “What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?”

Katie took a deep breath and crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at Steve who mimicked her action subconsciously, shaking his head slightly.

“Cheez Whiz?” Rhodey supplied from the side of the room. Thor pointed at him, shooting him a glare but all Rhodey did was shrug.

“Lightning.” He stated simply.

“Lightning won’t help you, pal.” Banner spoke softly, as everyone turned to look at him “It’s gotta be me.”

Katie glanced at Steve who was frowning a little, his attention completely on the large hulk of a man who gave a small shrug.

“You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive.” Banner’s eyes were focussed on the red gauntlet as he walked towards it.

“How do we know you will?” Steve questioned as Banner passed him by.

“We don’t. But the radiation’s mostly gamma,” he stated, in a matter of fact way, his eyes still on the gauntlet, as he clearly contemplated. With a smile he turned to look at Katie, then Tony as he spoke again. “It’s like….uh…I was made for this.”

Katie’s head whipped round to look at Tony, before they both glanced back at Banner who smiled at them again, the siblings instantly understanding what he was referring to.

“You know, I’ve got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart.” Tony said, pointing at the Arc-Reactor in his chest as he walked towards Bruce “But this- this stops it. This little circle of light”

“Because that’s the same…” Katie said sarcastically rolling my eyes.

“The point is its part of me now, not just armor.” Tony ignored her as he stood opposite Banner, looking at him through you clear screen as lines of data swam across it. “It’s a… terrible privilege.

“But you can control it.” Bruce pointed out.

“Because I learned how”

“It’s different.” Bruce returned back to the computer screen but Tony slid the data aside with his fingers so the two could see face-to-face without interruption.

“Hey, I’ve read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should have killed you.”

“That’s true…” Katie said, watching the exchange.

“So you’re saying that the Hulk…” he paused, smiling sadly as he correcting himself whilst Tony raised his eyebrows “The other guy saved my life?”

Katie looked at Tony. His eyes were flashing bright as Bruce looked back at him. Tony gave him a significant look.

“That’s nice, it’s a nice sentiment.” Bruce said as Tony moved back to his computer. “Saved it for what?”

Tony hesitated and looked up, “I guess we’ll find out.

And it seemed they just had.

Unlike Steve, Katie did believe in fate and destiny, certainly to an extent anyway. After everything she had seen and experienced over the past twelve years or so she couldn’t help but consider there was an element of truth in the fact that they were all pawns in a bigger game.

She glanced at Steve who was studying Banner, but made no move to stop him. He couldn’t argue with the man’s logic. So, as no one else protested, Tony moved to remove the gauntlet from the casing before he handed it to the Doctor.

“Good to go, yeah?” Tony asked.

Bruce nodded. “Let’s do it,”

“You remember. Everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago and just bring them back to now.” Tony reminded Bruce. “Don’t change anything from the last five years,”

Bruce nodded again. “Got it.”

“Good luck.” Katie encouraged before she twisted the star on her bangle causing her suit to flow over her body, Tony doing the same with his chest piece whilst Steve gripped his shield on his arm. Katie’s own shield beamed out of the suit and she held it in front of her, glancing to Steve where he stood to her left. He flashed her a small smile which she returned before her helmet slid round her head.

“FRIDAY do me a favour and activate Barn Door Protocol” Tony announced as he stepped in line with Clint, a shield springing from his suit. Thor stepped in front of Rocket whilst Rhodey and Scott also fully engaged their suits.

“Yes boss,” she replied and around them all the facility went into lock down as shutters closed over the doors, windows and roof.

Katie engaged her scanners, checking the heads up display which was monitoring the energy levels on the stones and she moved her feet slightly apart, adopting an almost identical stance to Steve, their defences raised in front of them.

Bruce looked at the gauntlet in his hand for a second. “Everybody comes home,” and with that he slid his fingers into the glove which nanobotically expanded to fit his hand. There was a sudden whoosh, and as they watched, the stones lit up in different colours, tendrils of bright light spreading up Bruce’s arm as their power surged up towards his shoulder and neck. He cried out in pain, almost falling and Katie watched worriedly as the man continued to shout and groan, his teeth grit together.

“Bruce?” She asked as Steve shifted besides her, his legs apart ready to dive in if he had to. Bruce then crashed down to his knees, his face contorted in pain.

“Take it off. Take it off!” Thor cried out, starting towards him.

“No, wait!” Steve urged, holding his hand up. They knew something like this was going to happen, they’d seen the mess left of Thanos’ arm. But they couldn’t quit, not now. “Bruce, are you okay?“

“Talk to me, Banner.” Tony demanded.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” Bruce grit out through his teeth, giving a jerky nod as Thor gave him two thumbs.

After what felt like hours, Bruce slowly raised his arm. With a final grit of his teeth, he moved his fingers and everyone braced themselves. Steve moved himself in front of his wife with his shield raised, even though she was probably more protected than he was, such was his force of habit. With a loud yell, and a laboured effort, Bruce snapped his fingers. Steve’s shield raised automatically over his face in an attempt to shield himself and Katie form the blinding white light that pulsed out from the Gauntlet, filling the room.

But it was gone as soon as it had appeared.

Steve had to admit he had expected more, but his concern at the moment was Bruce who collapsed backwards to the floor and the gauntlet slid off his hand dropping to the tiles with a clang.

“Bruce!” He called, kneeling down beside him as Clint booted the gauntlet across the room away from them all.

“Don’t move him.” Tony instructed as he dropped to his knees besides Bruce who was gripping onto Steve’s arm with his left hand, blinking in pain. Tony opened his palm, spraying Bruce’s right arm with foam to cool him off.

“Did it work?” Bruce breathed out, blinking slightly.

Katie glanced around, her helmet retracting as she did so. “I don’t know.” As she continued to look around for a clue, anything that would indicate if they’d been successful, she spotted Scott walking towards the windows of the facility, the blinds sliding back as the lock down reversed.

“Worth a shot.” Thor sighed, clearly having already decided it hadn’t. He knelt down besides Banner “It’s okay…”

As Steve, Tony and Thor tended to Bruce, Katie continued to watch Scott who stood by the window, his mouth forming a little O of surprise. She squinted, wondering what it was he had seen, and then she spotted a few birds in the tree on the patio area. She swallowed slightly, whilst birds hadn’t been uncommon in the five years, they had certainly been down in numbers, and it was unusual for four of them at once to be in a tree that small.

She was then distracted by Clint who had given a sharp intake of breath and she spun to watch him as he picked up his phone from one of the desks with a shaking hand.

“Honey?” He croaked, and Katie watched as his face contorted into raw emotion, his words failing to form out of the sheer emotion he was clearly feeling. “Honey?”

There was only one person that could be, and if it was her then…

“Guys, I think it worked,” Scott spoke from his spot and Katie took a deep breath as her own tears threatened to overwhelm her. She locked eyes with Steve, who glanced up at her, his own eyes shining as he smiled.

“We did it.” Katie breathed out, looking round as she gave a watery laugh, wiping away her tears. “Son of a bitch, we actually-“

But she didn’t get chance to finish her sentence as suddenly there was a huge explosion, and the ground fell open beneath her.

*****

Smoke. Fire. Ash. Gushing Water.

That was all Katie could see, hear and feel. She was vaguely aware that FRIDAY was yelling something in her ear. As she shook her head slightly, she groaned, waiting for her senses to catch up with the rest of her.

Then, she heard Tony, and as she moved to get up, she realised she couldn’t. There was something crushing her into the ground, something ridiculously heavy which was pressing on her back. She tried to push herself up, but the weight was too much.

And then it was gone, and a strong arm was hoisting her to her feet.

“Little Stark?” Thor asked as Katie gave another groan, retracting her helmet. “Are you okay?”

“No serious injuries detected.” FRIDAY informed her, and she nodded to the God.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” She blinked, looking around as she tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened. “Where’s…”

“I take it that wasn’t the snap.” Tony mumbled, distracting her as she glanced down to her left as he blasted away a piece of concrete that had been pinning his legs down. He stood up, and the three of them took a moment to look around where they were stood in the ruins of the compound, before Thor gave a lowly growl and walked to the edge of the blown apart building, looking down into the huge crater.

“No, it was him.” He nodded. Katie and Tony both walked towards him, drawing up on either side, and Katie gave a sharp gasp as she saw Thanos in a distance, sat on a rock.

“Where’s Steve?” Katie’s brain suddenly remembered who it was she’d been looking for earlier, and she, glancing round furiously. She engaged her helmet again and FRIDAY scanned the piles of rubble but she needn’t have bothered, she spotted him almost immediately. She quickly moved towards him, kicking some more rubble and wreckage out of the way before she dropped gently to Steve’s side where he lay unconscious, FRIDAY informing her that his life signs were fine.

“Stevie?” She he said gently, shaking his shoulder. “Come on honey, wake up.” With a sharp intake of breath, Steve’s eyes flew open and Katie let out a sigh of relief, as she looked up to see Tony smiling, Steve’s shield on his arm.

“That’s my man.” Tony nodded, leaning down towards Steve who glanced up, his breathing evening out. “Lose this again,” Tony held out the shield, “I’m keeping it.”

Steve grimaced and turned to look at his wife. “You okay?” “Yeah.” She nodded, “turns out Tony’s suits are pretty good, who knew huh?” Tony scoffed as Steve blinked, getting his bearings, taking in the debris and rubble of the compound. “What happened?”

“You mess with time it tends to mess back,” Tony spoke gently, glancing at Katie sniffed a little, wiping at her nose, fear flickering across her face. “You’ll see.”

“Thanos?” Steve swallowed, and Katie nodded. Steve exhaled again as Tony helped him to his feet and the three of them walked over to Thor, who was stood exactly where Katie and Tony had left him earlier.

“What’s he been doing?” Tony asked, standing to Thor’s left as Katie stood to the God’s right in between him and her husband as the four of them glanced down at the Titan.

“Absolutely nothing.” Thor’s voice was low.

Steve had no idea how the Titan was there, but he didn’t really give a shit either. There was one thing they had to do, and that was all that mattered.

“Where are the stones?” He asked.

“Somewhere under all this,” Katie gestured to pile of ruins under their feet. “All we know is that he doesn’t have them.”

“So we keep it that way.” Steve spoke simply, steely determination lacing his voice, his eyes not moving from the Titan.

“You know this is a trap, right?” Thor asked, his gaze also locked on the large warrior.

“Yeah. I don’t much, care.” Tony replied with a shrug.

“Good. Just as long as we’re all in agreement.” Thor nodded, and with that there was a large crack of thunder. Bright beams and shards of lightning surround the God as he stretched out both his hands to summon Stormbreaker and Mjolnir. His casual clothes transformed into his armour and cape, his beard flowing into a braid, giving him a distinctive Viking Warrior look as his eyes glowed bright white, every inch of his face lined with fury.

“Good to have you back, Thunder God.” Katie smiled at him as he took a deep breath, the lightning dying down as he looked over her shoulder at Steve, who nodded at him.

“Let’s kill him properly this time.” Thor’s voice was a low growl as he jumped off the edge of the ruins they were stood on, landing with a loud crash on the ground. Katie moved to one side of Steve, wrapping her arm around his as Tony did the same, the three of them flying forward and landing with a little more grace than Thor had done.

Once more the four of them exchanged looks before the started to walk cautiously towards Thanos, but Katie stopped as Steve pulled on her arm.

“You need to promise me.” He looked at her as her. “If this starts to go sideways…” “I think we’re a bit past that.” She breathed out and Steve shook his head, looking down.

“Baby, the kids. I need you to promise me that if it looks like, well, you need to go back for them.” “Steve.” Katie took a shaky breath, her eyes filling with tears. “There’s no point making me promise anything like that, because if we don’t get rid of him, then there might not be anything to go back for.”

Her words hit him harder than any punch could, and Steve felt his chest contract, painfully. He tore his eyes off her which were now full of tears as he looked up at Tony and Thor who continued to advance ahead of them, his hand running down his face.

She was right and whilst he wanted her as far away as possible, with their kids, safe, he knew it was futile because nothing was safe now. He could send her away, get her out of the fight, but if they failed then she was as good as dead anyway, they all were.

Because Steve didn’t believe for a second that Thanos would make the mistake of leaving who died this time round down to chance.

“If we go, we go.” Katie’s voice ripped him from his thoughts as he turned back to her, the tears in her eyes dancing with the flames that reflected from the various fires dotted around. “We have to try or they don’t stand a chance. Whatever it takes.”

Steve couldn’t bring himself to reply. Instead he gave her a curt nod and the two of them strode forward to confront the man who had haunted their dreams for the past five years.

“You could not live with your own failure,” Thanos spoke for the first time as they drew closer. “Where did that bring you? Back to me. I thought by eliminating half of life the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible.”

The four of them split up, as they began to surround Thanos, circling him, whilst he spoke.

“As long as there are those that remembered what was, there are always those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”

“Yeah, we’re all kinds of stubborn.” Tony continued his pacing to stand behind the Titan.

“I’m thankful, because now I know what I must do,” Thanos stood up, “I will shred this universe down to its last atom.” He reached for his helmet which had been propped up on the edge of his double edged blade where it was stuck into the ground in front of him. “And then with the stones that you’ve collected for me,” he placed the helmet on top of his head, “I’ll create a new one, teeming with life,” he pulled his weapon from the ground, twirling it in his large hand, “that knows not what is lost, only what has been given,”

There was a rush and a flash as the lighting flew round Thor’s axe and hammer, his eyes flashing as he stood to Thanos’ left, Katie now to his right.

“A grateful universe.” Thanos concluded.

“Born out of blood,” Steve glared up at the man, anger lancing through every cell in his body.

“They’ll never know it,” Thanos cocked his head to the right, “because you won’t be alive to tell them.”

At that, having heard enough, Thor gave a loud cry as he surged forward, beginning the fight. Tony and Katie both launched into the air and Steve threw himself in, shield first, as the four of them began to work in tandem.

Lightning flashed, shots fired, metal clanged on metal as they all deployed their various weapons. It was brutal, hard, just as Steve had remembered from Wakanda, only this time they were engaged directly with the Titan, and it was fast becoming apparent that this Thanos was equally as vicious an opponent than his future self had been.

“Okay, Thor. Hit me.” Tony’s voice rang over Steve’s comms as Katie flew up out of the way of the Titan’s sword as he swung it at her, deflecting the shot she’d taken at him from her repulsors.

As Steve launched his shield again, Thor banged his axe and hammer together, charging Tony’s suit with lightening. Tony then shot the extra energy out using his hands and body, Katie joining him as she hovered off to the left. Thanos twirled his blade in front of him, diverting the energy and Steve gave a yell as it rebounded back to Katie, her suit taking a full shot causing her to fly off to the side, colliding harshly with a huge piece of the compound structure, falling to the floor.

With a roar of rage, Thor grabbed Stormbreaker and used it to bat his hammer to hit Thanos, who used Tony as a shield, casting the man aside where he too landed harshly, remaining motionless on the ground.

Steve launched forward but was flung away, landing and taking a heavy thump to the head. With a groan, he blinked away the spots of light that had formed in front of his eyes from the impact of the blow, and glanced around, giving a sigh of relieve as he saw Katie was pushing herself up on her hands, rising to all fours. With the ringing still in his ears, he then saw Thanos pounding down on Thor, Tony still motionless in the background.

With a loud grunt, Steve ground his teeth together in stubborn determination and reached out to push himself up, but he paused when a sudden shock of warmth vibrated up his arm. He instantly glanced down at his hand and realised he’d flattened his palm against Thor’s hammer, not the ground. He frowned for a moment, as the vibrations continued. It felt like the throb of his motorbike engine, a warm purr. The last time he had tried to move, sure, it had given a little, but he hadn’t felt anything like that…

Could he? Was it possible?

With an automatic movement, one that seemed completely out of his control, Steve rose to his feet and reached out, gripping the handle. He sucked in a breath and as he pulled up his arm, the hammer came with him.

**** With a groan, Katie blinked, shaking off the daze that had descended over her thanks to the heavy blow she’d taken from Tony’s deflected fire. She looked around, the ringing loud in her ears as she saw Thanos flip Thor to the floor, pressing him back up against a rock. Thor reached for his axe, and as the pair of them grappled, Thanos gained the upper hand and began to attempt to push Stombreaker through Thor’s chest.

Immediately, Katie took off and began to fly towards Thor, raising her palms to shoot a beam at Thanos, but as she neared something whizzed straight across her path and she stopped dead in the air, her sight focussed on Mjolnir as it soared towards Thanos, where it whacked him harshly in the side of the head, sending him flying away. It carried on for a while before it stopped, and boomeranged back right round but it didn’t stop at Thor.

Instead it continued, and Katie felt her mouth drop open as she followed it with her eyes as it flew into Steve’s waiting hand, his fingers curling round the handle as he caught it.

“Holy shit…” She spluttered at the same time as Thor breathed a little smugly into the comms.

“I knew it!”

Steve was wielding the hammer. Steve Rogers, the kid from Brooklyn that was too dumb to run away from a fight was worthy.

But then, as Katie watched him turn to look at Thanos, hammer in hand, that determined expression on his face as he sized up his opponent, she realised there was no one else more worthy than the man who had done nothing but continually put his life on the line for others.

Thanos kicked Thor harshly in the chest sending him straight through the rock he was up against and then Steve proceeded to charge at Thanos, swinging Mjolnir. He caught Thanos perfectly on the chin with an upper cut from the hammer, which sent him flying through the air, where he landed, and jumped up.

Katie took off towards the two, as Steve launched his shield, but Thanos deflected it easily. As it swung back towards him, Steve threw the hammer straight at it, creating a shockwave which knocked Thanos back off his feet.

Then, the Captain went completely on the offensive, shield and hammer flying through the air again and again before he lined his arm back up and summonsed the lighting. Shooting a shock at Thanos he blasted the Titan off his feet before Katie landed in front of him giving a yell. Just as Thor had done before to Tony, he charged up her suit and she powered everything she had into the Titan as he lay on the floor.

Steve drew to her side as she unloaded, but before she could say or do anything else Thanos’ sword flew back at her and she dodged out of the way, but wasn’t quite quick enough. It hit her hard in the chest and sent her skidding backwards against the floor where she collided with a metal pipe.

Thanos advanced on Steve, menacingly swinging his weapon and, one on one, Steve was no match for him. He lost the hammer and, after receiving a nasty stab to the leg and gash to his arm, he could do nothing but hold his shield up to deflect the blow that was coming his way.

Only it didn’t. Thanos’ double edged weapon sank straight into the Vibranium like it was butter.

Steve looked at it in shock and horror, never once had anything ever penetrated the metal, but he didn’t have chance to think about it as the blows continued. Pieces of his shield were shearing away left, right and centre and then Thanos picked him up by the front of his suit and tossed him aside like he was a rag doll.

He landed harshly a few feet away from Katie and rolled onto his back, his eyes closing and his chest heaving with exertion. He gave a little gulp, a low gasp that was almost a cry flew from his mouth as he felt sheer desperation flood his system, the faces of his kids and his wife flashing through his mind.

Steve Rogers might be worthy, but he was beat.

**** Chapter 57

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Loki x Reader Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Thor led you to a lavish banquet hall. A long wooden table sat at the center of the room and was filled with men and women. They were talking and laughing, telling stories of their adventures. The two of you stopped as he scanned the room. His eyes landed on a beautiful woman standing off to the side. He guides you over to her and bows his head.

"Mother."

She smiled brightly and held her hand out to him. Her golden locks were pinned up, like a halo made of hair. Her gown was a dandelion yellow, with a sheer mesh-like neckline decorated with a mosaic of gems.

You quickly snap out of it and curtsy with your fist over your heart and your head bowed.

"This must be your friend," she said patting his arm.

"Y/n L/n, your majesty," you responded. Thank god Thor briefed you about introductions on your way here...who know what would happen if you were rude to the Queen.

She gently lay a hand on your arm, "Come, let me have a look at you, dear." You stand and look up, but avoid looking at her directly. I must look like an idiot. "The dress looks lovely on you. Compliments you well." She smiled kindly at you. You saw so much of Thor in her face: kind eyes, big smile.

You beamed at her, "I can't thank you enough, your majesty, for allowing me to come to Asgard. It's a beauty like no others."

Nodding she responded, "And as far as my husband is concerned, I'm the one who offered you this opportunity after my son confided in me." She winked at you, and without question, you nodded in agreement. She turned to Thor and laid a hand on his bicep and gave him a sympathetic smile.

They shared a knowing look before she excused herself, "I hope you enjoy the banquet, my dear. Tomorrow we'll discuss your training." Without another word, she left the banquet hall.

"Shall we?"

"Wait." He looked back at you. "What did she mean?"

He nodded, "She's probably going to bring Loki some books. I don't know why she entertains him. He--"

"No," you interrupted, "you know what I mean."

"My father..." you nodded for him to continue. "He doesn't believe Midgardians should be on Asgard."

Your mouth dropped slightly and you muttered, "Well that would've been great to know beforehand"

He gave you an apologetic look and began walking toward a different door. You followed closely behind him. He led you to a throne room. High pillars line the hall on both sides. On the opposite end you entered from, there were no walls, just a beautiful view of Asgard and its city. Standing under an archway, Odin stood and studied his kingdom.

"Father." Odin didn't flinch, or turn or even acknowledge your presence. He just stared out at Asgard. "I present Lady Y/n." You bow with your fist against your heart.

"Have you settled in nicely?" He inquired.

"Um," you instantly got your shit together, forgetting your nerves. "Yes, All-Father. Thank you for you opening your home to me, and allowing me the opportunity to hone my abilities, sir."

Your eyes remained at his feet and he chuckled. "Very well." He turned to his son and with a stern voice advised him, "During her stay on Asgard, she will be your responsibility. You are to ensure her safety, as well as maintain she stay out of trouble."

"Yes, of course, father," Thor responded with certainty.

"My dear," you daringly look up at him and he motions you to stand, "My wife tells me you possess the ability of illusions."

You cursed to yourself. Is it rude to correct the King? "That's definitely one way to put it. I hope to discover the full extent of my abilities so I can help people back home."

He gives a cautious smile, "I hope you remember that with great power, comes great responsibility. Any power can be used for good--or even bad for that matter. Carry that with you during your training." You hummed in understanding and he gestured for you two to head back to the banquet hall. "You may go, enjoy the banquet."

You both thanked him and made your way back to everyone.

"Definitely more intimidating than you said," you joked.

****

Thor had introduced you to his close friends: the Warriors Three, and Lady Sif. Volstagg was loud and hearty, Hogun was serious and silent, and Fandral was extremely polite and a little... flirtatious? Sif was bubbly but serious...definitely more bubbly when drinking.

They had welcomed you, asked you if you had any stories--which you didn't because you never actually went on a legitimate assignment. They still seemed warm and open to you. You were grateful for that.

Volstagg was telling a story about when he had come to Earth a few years back--when Thor had been cast out of Asgard. From Thor's hearty laugh and Sif's questionable smile, you could tell he was a very creative story-teller.

You weren't able to keep up with their high tolerance. And you thought Thor was an experienced drinker. Having all five of them guzzle down their ale, while you're not even done with your second mug. It didn't help that Asgardian alcohol was much more...intense.

Thor somehow lost track of your whereabouts while he and Volstagg were having a drinking contest. You found yourself stumbling into the dungeons, with a newfound sense of confidence. You wanted to confront Loki and his idiot face about his idiot remarks from earlier. You stumbled from cell to cell, forgetting where Loki was.

"You're not Loki," you moved to the next cell, "Ne-neither 're y-you." You looked around confused, the room spun a bit."Wherethehell isthat little--Oh!" You grinned like an idiot as you approached his cell.

He had an amused look on his face and mumbled, "This should be good."

You pointed your finger and narrowed your eyes, "You."

"Yes?"

"You...you..." you forgot what you were going to say. You tried to study his face but he kept swaying. Why was he swaying?

"Not very lady-like for you to be wandering the halls drunk as an idiot on your first night in Asgard."

"W-willyoushutup," You growled as you leaned against the stone beam next to his cell. "You oweme an an ap-apopology." You tried to look fierce and angry...but this was an embarrassing sight. Your hair was frizzy, your dress was disheveled, your eyes were drooping.

He stifled a laugh, never had he thought a mortal would look so funny...stupid, yes, pathetic, yes, but funny? This was a first.

You continued your drunken rant.

"I camehere t-t-to help Muscles. Cuzthat's what friends arefor," you whined and stomped your foot. Your knees felt week and your body was tired but you ignored them. "Imgonna be 'ere for-for, well Idunno how long but" you burped, "I made a promise. And I nev-never break 'em."

You looked directly into his emerald eyes. "Never," you emphasized.

He raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"Shuddup." You looked him over and huffed, "You're such a-an emo."

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" You waved your hand in dismissal.

"A-and a dra-drama queen." You giggle to yourself, imagining Loki like a 1950's actress, prim and dramatic...and so demanding. (I promise this isn't a dig at any actresses, just tryna emphasize Loki is a drama queen).

"You're quite pathetic," he said in a matter-of-fact one. You glared at him. Being done with your conversation you began to regain your balance. You wanted to leave him with one last gift before the night ended.

A malicious grin formed on your face.

Loki raised an eyebrow cautiously. You clumsily rubbed your hands together as your thought of your sweet revenge. He was completely dumbfounded by your strange actions, not knowing what was in store for him. You opened your eyes and giggled devilishly.

"I hope you and your new roommate get acquainted." A low growl from behind startled him. He slowly turned around and he paled when he saw a wolf twice his size standing opposite him. "I would hate to see you turned to dog-chow." Contentedly you turned around and happily stumbled a bit.

"Wait!"

You stopped.

"Wait, you can't kill me. You won't kill me."

You glanced back, "Oh?"

The wolf inched closer, snarling at him.

"Wait wait wait wait."

He pleaded with you. How...out of character for the big bad wolf I heard about, you thought. You chuckled as the wolf growled and pounced. He flinched and turned his body away from it, waiting to be torn to shreds. But it never came.

You burst out laughing and lost your balance. You landed on the stone floor, gasping for air.

Loki looked at you with pure outrage. The wolf stood outside the cell now, circling you protectively.

"You deceived me."

You finally caught your breath. "Oh god, that was good." You finally felt a little more stable and stood up, "Didn't think the God of Mischief would fall for something like that.”

"You'll regret that you mewling quim," he growled like your wolf. You could practically see his aura around him: rageful, vengeful, out-of-his-mind angry. But you shrugged it off. Sweet sweet psychological torture.

"Doubtful. Totally worth it," you quipped shaking your head with a proud smile.

You waved your hand and the wolf dispersed into the air. "Gooooodniiiiight," you sang as you left Loki's cell.

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A/N: Hi Everyone! I just finished this chapter at 4 AM!!!!!!!!I clearly don't get enough sleep lmao.I'm gonna work on chapter 5 tomorrow; my plan is to publish it tm but expect it for Monday evening.I hope you enjoy this chapter! Goodnight! (or Goodmorning lol). PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK

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realityhelixcreates · 4 years ago

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 73: Teal

Chapters: 73/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: R

Relationships: Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki (Marvel),

Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Mentions of Sexual Activity, NSFW, Starting to Bring Some Threads Together

Summary: Asgard honors the giant as best it can. You continue to dream

The weather turned worse on the way back, until even the well maintained Ring Road was scarcely visible. Eventually, Loki pulled you up into his saddle on Leynarodd's back, seating you flush with his body, and wrapping his back-up cloak around you.

“I will keep you as warm as I may.” He breathed into your ear. “Would it help if I were to whisper lewd and wicked things to you?”

You giggled, but shook your head. “Just cuddle. I want to go to sleep.”

And so, he wrapped his arms around you as well, and let you doze.

Your arrival was heralded with a celebration that woke you with instruments and shouting. You moved back to Acorn as the procession moved through the city, and, still drowsy, participated in a great feast thrown in the giant's honor.

This was a part of Asgardian funerary customs, as taught to you by Saga. The burial honored the dead's body, and the feast honored the dead's spirit. Normally, the revelers told stories of the dead's deeds during life, but no one knew the giant, so instead extolled the accomplishments of all Jotun, across the ages.

You didn't have any such stories, so you listened and ate, as Bogljot described being defeated in a contest of speed by the Forest Giant, Hyrrokkin, as the normally quiet Heimdall sang praises to his many 'mothers', as an older Asgardian you didn't know described the great mountain kingdom of Utgardaloki, for whom Loki was named.

It was dark yet again by the time the feast ended, and Loki led you, stumbling and tipsy on cider, back to his bedroom. He carefully divested you of your armor, stripped every last garment from you, and sat you down on your chair beneath the sunlamp. As the light warmed your skin, Loki also shucked his own clothing, and sat down at your feet. The two of you spent an hour under the warm lamp, Loki reading you various examples of Earth poetry he thought you would like, or resting his head in your lap and letting you toy with his hair.

Finally, when fatigue had clearly caught all the way up with you, Loki turned out the light, and carried you off to bed, where he made love to you until you could no longer keep your eyes open. When you drifted away, it was on a cloud of warm bliss.

******

You found yourself in the glory of open space once more buoyed by sparkling blue light. It came from a gem that you could see now, flying before you like a comet, with yourself gliding along in its glowing tail. You started to reach out for the glittering object once more, but pulled your hand back, vaguely remembering something that put you off of grabbing it. Thoughts echoed within your blood, concepts resolving themselves into impressions in your mind.

You are learning me. Learn me. Learn more.

How? You thought. What are you?

A swirl of something. A blur of light, a different 'texture' than the blue.

Green.

Your right hand itched.

Learn me! Learn me! There is so much of me! Look! See!

Your world jittered, like a heartbeat slightly out of rhythm. With the suddenness of a drop of water in a still pool, the space around you rippled unexpectedly, folded in around you, and instead of nowhere, you were Somewhere.

A world full of green-skinned, red-haired people, thriving, but confused. A woman walked the streets crying out what you assumed to be a girl's name.

Titan, with its orange skies, empty, ruined. A ghost town of a planet.

Earth, running through frigid winds. Other humans ran beside you, dressed for a time long since passed. Frost Giants pursued, driving terror, like dogs, at your heels.

A woman, bald and elegantly androgynous, in flowing robes and surrounded by nothingness. She looked at you with pity, with eyes that pierced right through you.

“You are not ready for what is happening.” She said. “And I am not in a position to help.”

A severed head, the size of a small moon, floating through space. There were lights, cities built upon it, within it. You recoiled in horror, but as you watched, the cities shrank; went dark. The head floated backward, back and back. You blinked, and it was reattached to an impossibly gargantuan body. Another blink and the colossal being orbited a young sun, along with a haphazard belt of asteroids. You watched as they grasped one of the largest of them, and sundered it over their knee.

Wiping the newly exposed surface clean, the being stared out into a space that was dark and sparsely decorated with stars. Then, with fingertips each stained a different color, they grasped the asteroid and began to draw.

******

You awoke, brimming with the feeling that something important had happened while you slept, but couldn't quite pinpoint where that energy was coming from. There was something you felt the need to do, something you couldn't put a name to.

You could barely sit still under your sunlamp, wolfing down your oatmeal and dried fruit. Loki couldn't help but to comment on your increased energy. A wink and a suggestive comment, and you had him back in bed, hands on his chest, riding him for all he was worth.

You sure didn't hear him arguing.

When the two of you were finally presentable, scrubbed and dressed and fed, you took to the halls with your sunlamp in tow. Loki had some meetings to attend today; some job disputes that had come up recently. You had your classes with Saga. A light squeeze of the hand, and you parted ways.

The snow had continued through the night, piling up high against the windows. Reconstruction of your room had been forced to a halt, and all of your things had been moved, either to storage or to Loki's room. The caterpillar in a jar had become a chrysalis in a jar, but the butterfly had not emerged yet. It was possible that the cooler temperatures and lack of light had put it into some kind of stasis: unusual, but not unheard of.

It was still frightening to think that you had caused all that destruction, just because of a dream you couldn't even remember. What if you did that while Loki slept beside you?

There were far more people indoors now that winter had come, doing what Loki had described as their 'real' jobs, weavers and seamstresses, scribes, engineers, jewelers, and so many painters. In every hallway and alcove there was someone with a palette, someone with a pencil, someone carving the plaster into delicate ribbons and knots. Some of them told you they were trying to recreate murals from old Asgard. Others seemed to be trying a new take on their history. Others were focusing on more recent events.

As you walked through the halls, you saw heavily formulaic paintings of what must have been Odin and Frigga, Bor and the terrifying Hela, Heimdall, Thor, and Loki, and many others you didn't recognize. There were battles, and peace treaties, Vanir, Alfar, and Jotnar, There was Njord, Freya, and Freyr, whom you stopped and stared at for a few moments before shaking yourself free.

There were also events and vistas in a different style, some of which must have been pulled directly from the painters own memories. Soaring golden buildings and busy streets, folk dances and blacksmiths forging swords. A riot of berserkers clashing their metal staves, the view of a waterfall ocean.

There were Svartalfari in the great halls, Heimdall destroying a strange vehicle, portals to all of the realms circling each other. There was Frigga, standing tall, holding a sword over her head. There was Frigga, lying in a boat, surrounded by golden light. There was a sparkling red jewel, hanging over the head of a woman you realized must be a stylized Dr. Jane Foster. There were the Avengers again, painted in the heroic style of Asgard, haloed like holy beings. Did the Asgardians see them as the pantheon of Earth?

There was the destruction of Asgard. The great Jotun Surtr, the tiny form of Hela brandishing her thorn-like weapons against him in an almost heroic way. There was the enormous wolf Fenris, grappling with the Hulk. The star-filled expanse of space, with their island spaceship carrying them safely to Earth, a beautiful orb, painted as though seen through a window.

There were the mountains and river outside, rendered in such marvelous detail that you recognized the exact place. There were nightscapes of the Northern Lights.

And there was you.

Your little figure, next to Loki, with your flower crown helm. Among the longhouses of Trolerkaerhalla, wearing the cloak of a Seidkona. It was a very strange feeling, to see yourself immortalized like this. The impostor syndrome flared up, heavy and loud. Logically speaking, you had made history. But why should it have been you? Why should any of this be you?

You hurried through the increasingly colorful halls, seeking out the library. There would always be this battle inside you, between acknowledgment that you were deserving of good things, and belief that there were others so much more deserving.

You rushed into the library, with it's nice new door, and set up your sunlamp. Saga handed you your drum. The Valkyries were here, as well as an ancient, wizened woman who had probably been a Seidkona since the Parthenon had been built. She instructed you strictly, but patiently in the primeval rhythm of Seidkona ritual. There was a chant she was teaching you, a mystical affirmation ritual in a bygone dialect of the Asgardian language, so archaic that the meaning of the words were lost even on your venerable teacher. Saga understood them, but since she was not a Seidkona, she was in essence, forbidden from speaking them.

You got the feeling that it annoyed her a bit.

You were walked through the chant, and the drum beat over and over, committing the sounds to memory, like you had for the past few weeks. The only thing you were missing was the very last syllable of the chant, the knowledge of which would only be imparted on you at the eve of the Buridag festival. Before then, you would not be allowed to speak, or even know it, for fear of completing the spell prematurely.

After your lessons, you spent a little bit of time in one of the library's side rooms, where Asgard's salvaged art treasures were kept. Lofn and her twin Sjofn, who were in charge of preservation, display, and upkeep, were both all too happy to educate you on what they were. Sjofn had just finished cleaning and labeling a collection of Nornheim knives, very similar to your own. You could see the shift in shape and handle style that had occurred over the years of war with Asgard.

They were all made of nornbein, with stone handles, though many of them had been engraved with the names of the Asgardians who had claimed them. Yours had not. In comparison, your knife, with its lance-like blade and cylindrical handle, was clearly from the latter period of Nornheim occupation, while the earlier knives were more leaf shaped, with flattened handles. You wondered how many hundreds of years those changes represented, with rock trolls carefully shaping the blades to their preference, and picking their favorite stones; blue and green, gray, violet, white, banded, and your own pink ruby, to carve into handles. Did the color and type mean anything to them, or had it just been personal preference?

These knives all represented Asgardian lineages which had died out, with no one left to inherit the blades. It was a sad collection to look at, as sad as where the knives had come from in the first place.

Lofn had templates from past Asgardian fashion designers, arranged on an enormous poster board, and carefully glued down flat. As you watched, she affixed strange little clip-like devices at all four corners, and at regular intervals along each side.

“They are useful storage and protective devices.” She explained. “We can make them from Midgardian materials too. You see, when activated, they form a protective field.” She tapped each of them in turn, and they lit up, covering the huge poster board in a very slight, almost imperceptible glow.

“It is protected now.” She announced. In a swift and startling movement, she grabbed one of the newly cataloged knives and stabbed the board with a ferocious growl. You jumped back, even as the blade bounced harmlessly off. She laughed as a glaring Sjofn snatched the knife back. “You see? It cannot be harmed. We protect our precious things in this way.”

“It has another use too.” She grasped the edges of the poster board and squeezed them together. To your amazement, the entire thing-easily as wide as you were tall-shrank to the size of a sheet of paper. “Look, do you see?”

She touched the field and it reacted like an electronic tablet, magnifying and moving across parts of the board, so you could see the details up close.

“You see, don't you? You see?” She asked.

Your gaze shifted, away from the fashion poster, away from the knife collection, to a work of art that had caught your attention earlier in the year. An artwork that wore the same preservation devices.

Ymir's Dreamscape.

“You see.” Lofn said.

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firefly-in-darkness · 4 years ago

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Forever More

Characters →Y/N, Thor & Other Marvel Characters

Summary → Y/N and Thor finally have their moment, after everything.

Word Count → 2.7k

Warnings → Swearing, a smidge of angst, fluff

Beta → the lovely @kalesrebellion, all mistakes are my own

A/N → This for @stuckonjbbarnes writing challenge - I had to turn the angsty song Wicked Game into a fluffy story. Sorry it’s late, hope you like it! Italics are flashbacks.

Your clothes hung over the edge of the changing panel whilst the attendant glided the zip up and placed pins into the dress’s material; adjustments to be made once you had left the boutique. You exited the changing area, a grin plastered on your face as the attendant offered their hand to help you step up onto the podium

A giddiness overwhelmed you. The navy-blue piece moulded to your figure. It was intricately embroidered down the bodice and the skirt descended from the night sky to a pale blue grey as it reached the hem. It was the one.

Your thoughts drifted to how far you and Thor had come in the last decade; the world was on fire and nobody could save you but him, and nobody could save him but you.

Your heart thumped ferociously as you scampered towards the building, your momentum almost sending you tumbling as you tried to avoid the debris falling around you. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before as explosions and screams rippled across the city. Parents running with babes clutched to their chests. Friends dragged one another out of the way of the flames that were licking the buildings bare. And motherfuckin’ robots shooting laser-like beams at the people around you. Your eyes widened in fear as you ducked into an alleyway, guiding the civilians out of sight from the machines that were raging across Novi Grad.

Peering around the corner of a building, you reloaded your weapons and flagged for the small group to rush over to the rescue crafts that floated beside the rapidly ascending city. Once everyone was onboard, you nodded at the other agent and returned to the city to aid the Avengers in the rescue mission.

An explosion threw you sideways through a window, the glass shattering on impact and lodging into your skin. Your head span and your ears rang as you tried to sit up, you could feel warmth trickling along your forearm and the side of your face. Your vision blurred as a giant figure entered through the window and scooped you into their arms, you could only focus on the blonde locks and red cape blowing in the wind as you felt weightless.

The giant placed you down, laid you out across a bench of some kind. Your ears muffled from the blast, you couldn’t make out the words falling from the man’s lips, you could only focus on the bright blue eyes that sparkled with concern and tinged with anger.

Darkness clouded your vision.

The brash knock meant the King of Asgard had arrived and with a bright smile, you welcomed Brunnhilde into the apartment. You could see her pause as she eyed the little black dress hugging your figure tightly and the headband veil that fell to your shoulders. A smirk formed on her lips before she looked around the rest of the apartment; your friends giggling and dancing in the living room.

She opened her tailored suit jacket and pulled out a flask from the inside pocket, “You’re going to need this tonight.”

You brought the flask to your lips and took a sip; the honey soothed yet the spice burned as it flowed down your throat. Even after this many years, you still weren’t accustomed to Asgardian liquor and coughed a little as you passed it back.

Natasha snatched it from your hand, “Val! What are you doing? She’ll be hiccupping the entire way!”

The redhead scolded her, but you caught the playful glint hidden in her green eyes. Brunnhilde raised her eyebrow and swigged from the flask as if to prove a point. What the point was you had no clue, but you had an inkling as the pair smirked at one another.

“You don’t want to ruin this gown and we don’t want any incidents. No more, Y/N.” Nat wagged her finger at you then swept her red and blonde locks away from her face and checked her lipstick in the hallway mirror.

“Not after last time,” Sif added, handing you the purse you’d left in the kitchen.

“I know it wasn’t my finest moment…” You rolled your eyes.

A shriek came from Wanda, leaning out the living room window, “The limo is here!!”

The public restroom at the Avengers Compound had been cleared by Wanda, the moment she saw you stumble through the doors, mascara dripping down your face. She immediately texted Natasha and Sif to help you as you inconsolably waved around some paper and whimpered Thor’s name.

“Why does he not love me?” You sobbed onto Natasha’s shoulder, her hand tentatively stroking your hair. “Why did he go back to her?”

“Desire is a strange thing Y/N, but I know that he loves you.” Wanda was beside you and pressed a kiss on the top of your head. “He’s a fool.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Natasha gritted her teeth and mumbled in Russian.

“No! I didn’t want to fall in love with him. It just happened and now I feel like he was just playing a wicked game. Why else would he have led me to feel this way?” You hiccupped as Sif walked in, “Oh Sif, he’s gone back to her.”

Sif’s expression mirrored Natasha’s earlier statement, she knelt and passed you a flask, “This is strong but let’s get you back on your feet to enjoy the rest of Tony’s party.”

Minutes later, you were on the dancefloor without a care in the world; stumbling around with a bottle of very expensive champagne clutched at the neck as you swigged it and swung your shoes in the other hand.

A slow song started and Steve pulled you aside, he even managed to pry the alcohol from your hands and even though your vision was blurry, you almost retrieved it until you focused on the thunderous yet proud look of Tony Stark. You yelped at the sight and ducked back out of sight.

Steve held you close, propping you up in his arms as he gently swayed with you, “Are you okay Y/N?”

“Of course, I’m not okay.” You prodded his pec, “Whoa, they’re not as hard as I thought.”

You immediately pressed your cheek to his chest; a long sigh escaped your lips. His large arms circled around your back as you clung to his shirt. Once more, the tears began to form, but you were too far gone to care about your appearance or the way your make-up stained Steve’s crisp white shirt.

You glanced up at Steve and smashed your face to his, it wasn’t an awful kiss but there was no spark and as soft as his lips were, Steve wasn’t Thor. You pulled away, eyes wide and uncertain how to talk your way out of this one. His face was flushed and full of pity, it made your stomach churn and tears fall harder.

You were so wrapped up in the moment, you didn’t hear the crashing thunder and flickers of lightning in the windows, you didn’t register the sound of Thor’s booming voice until you were pushed behind Steve but you lost your balance, falling down to the floor. You rubbed at your buttocks and frowned at the intruder and met the icy blue eyes you loved, and they were filled with anger and sadness.

Thor lifted you over his shoulder, unrelenting as he walked out of the corridor. Unyielding to your squirming, kicking and huffing at the way he was manhandling you. Embarrassment crept up your cheeks as you heard the music switch back on once the doors had closed, everyone must have seen what happened with Steve and then your exit courtesy of Thor.

The cold air hit your skin as Thor opened the balcony doors and gently lowered you onto the bench. You couldn’t look at him, the guilt was deep in your bones and you knew it meant nothing to you, or Steve, but Thor looked genuinely hurt. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was jealous. But your thoughts wandered back to the letter still clutched in your hand and how he had left you for Jane.

Thor broke the silence, his voice a whisper in the tranquil night sky, “I go to tell Jane that I can no longer continue with our relationship, that I want one with you, and I come back to find you drunk and in the arms of another man. Did you even read my letter?”

Unfurling the screwed-up sheet in your hand, you glanced down and realised you hadn’t even got past the first sentence.

‘Dear Y/N,

I am going to New Mexico to see Jane. I know who I love and want to be with now.

I’ll be back in a few hours for Stark’s party.

Always yours, little Dove,

Thor’

You gasped and threw your arms around his neck, embarrassment heating your skin and muffled into his hair, “I’m sorry, I thought-”

Thor pulled back and pecked your lips, apology accepted without a second thought.

You’d managed to bring the traditional Asgardian braid into the Midgardian style you were used to; a combination of braids in a half up-do whilst the remaining locks curled around your shoulders. With an unexpected thanks to Lady Sif for helping clip in the silver ornate pins adorned with sparkling gems.

The shieldmaiden placed the last one in and looked at you in the mirror, her hands gripped your shoulders, “There you go, Thor won’t be able to breathe when he sees you.”

You placed your hand over hers, squeezed it slightly and looked into her reflected brown eyes, “Thank you, for everything.”

Sif pressed a light kiss to your temple, “I am forever grateful that Thor found you again.”

He should have gone for the head.

Thor’s guilt was deeper than the Earth’s oceans combined, the current pulled him down further and further until he was drowning in despair. Then he became numb; his heart was shattered, his soul in shreds and his mind broken.

He lost his brother and his friends because of Thanos. Then he had watched you rush towards him as he collapsed in front of where the tyrant once stood, his heart swelled at the thought of your arms wrapped around him. Give him your love like you always did.

Thor had held his arms open wide to welcome you, and as you neared, he’d closed his eyes for a moment, ready to feel your warmth. But when he felt nothing, he opened his eyes to see your frightened face whilst you floated away on the Wakandan breeze.

A nightmare that would remain in his memories until the end of time.

He should have gone for the head.

You climbed out of the car, the gravel crunching under your heels as you took in the view of the quaint house and then you spotted the red barn and how the outside had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale. From the gravelled drive, wooden slats and twinkling lights weaved along the canopy above led the way.

A soft giggle falling from your lips as you turned to face your best friends, the excitement bubbling in your chest.

“You’ll ruin your lipstick sestra.” Wanda squeezed your hand.

Nat opened her clutch, pulling out the lipstick and dabbing your lips and giving your cheeks a little pinch. You scoffed at her behaviour and waved her away from you. Everything was perfect as it was, and you couldn’t wait to see him.

A cough brought your attention to the rose arch at the beginning of the aisle, Clint Barton stood, in his finest suit and a pocket square the same shade as your dress. His lopsided smile had you grinning widely in response. He picked you up and twirled you around, and you chuckled at the worries expressed by your friends.

“Are you ready, little one?” He offered his arm and you immediately placed yours through his, your hand gripped the crook of his elbow.

The butterflies in your stomach started their somersaults in anticipation for what was just a few metres away. You took a deep breath and followed Natasha and Wanda as soft music drifted out from the barn.

Thor scooped you up into his arms, carrying you over the threshold of your new home. Laughter pouring out of you both as he ran up the stairs, crashing through the bedroom door with you held gently in his arms.

“Dove, where’s the bed?” His frown made you chuckle more as he let you stand, his hands now on his hips in confusion.

You pulled out your phone and tapped on the app, “Look, the moving company will be about twenty minutes. Unfortunately, us Midgardians don’t have as advanced technology as your spaceships and the Bifrost.”

“Or my immense power.” His mischievous smirk had you almost rolling your eyes at him whilst he was pulling you into a hug, your hands resting on his chest.

The engagement ring was more prominent against the glowing tan on your hand and your thoughts began wandering back to your vacation. Spending fourteen days with your future husband on a secluded island, courtesy of Tony Stark.

“What are you thinking about?” Thor pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Is it what we did after we went skinny dipping?”

Pleasure was rippling through you at his seductive tone, responding with kisses to his collarbone, “We did lots of things after we went skinny dipping.”

“We did have five years to make up for.”

Thor’s hands trailing down your back and leaving goose bumps in their wake. Leaning down and reaching the back of your thighs, you automatically jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. His body aligning with yours perfectly as he pressed your back against the wall. His lips tracing along your skin, his erection growing beneath his jeans and your arousal pooling into your panties.

The doorbell chime rang through the building, your new home, making you both jump apart. Laughter bursting from your both whilst untangling from one another before heading downstairs to begin unloading the boxes.

“My Dove, in the immeasurable expanse of the cosmos, we found each other. Time and time again. As I have given you my hand to hold and my life to protect. So, do I give you my heart to keep. I will be your shield, your sword and your armour. I shall honour you, respect you and cherish you. I will be your partner in this life and beyond. I promise to love you without restraint, through whatever life brings. This is my unwavering vow to you.”

Thor’s words drifted to you, his promises filling your soul with warmth and love. You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed, the tears that dropped or the laughter that echoed around the barn as he fumbled with gliding the wedding band to its final resting place.

“Thor, my heart and soul, since I met you, I have laughed, smiled and dared to dream more than I ever have before. Your family has become mine. I promise to be with you for the joy and the sorrow. I vow to share my happiness, my love and my pain, my fears, and I will seek to ease yours. You are, and always will be, the love of my life.”

You were surrounded by guests yet you could only see him; the way he looked in a suit, the lopsided smile on his soft plump lips and the glisten in his blue eyes as he tried to keep his emotions in check. The wedding band slipped over his knuckle and you held steady whilst you let the silent tears fall.

The officiant wrapped the corded braids around your joined hands, “Will you share the burdens of each so that your spirits may grow in this union?”

“We will.”

“And so, the binding is made.”

Fates intertwined, forever more. You’d dreamt of meeting someone special, of finding the one. But nothing compared to the reality of being in love with and loved by Thor Odinson.

the end, well, the start of something new.

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peaceisadirtyword · 5 years ago

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Forever (Ivar/Reader)

A/N: I swear I'm the worst with the titles 😂 I’m really sorry, I couldn’t think of anything else which made sense. Anyway, it took me a few days but here it is; I wrote this a while ago, and it was in my drafts, after reading it I quite liked it so I thought why not post it? I hope you like it♥️

It doesn’t follow the original storyline! And the ending might be disappointing, I'm truly sorry.

Warnings: fluff, a bit of smut, soft Ivar (Ivar and Sigurd might be out of character sorry).

Words: 3833 -too long maybe sorry-

gif belongs to @honestsycrets

The dress was white and gold. It was soft to the touch and it hugged your body softly. It was perfect, like a second skin. When your fingers caressed the material. It was comforting how soft it was. You had never worn anything like that.

It had cleavage, the golden embroidery hugged the dress collar, and when you looked into the mirror, you felt beautiful. You even dared to compare yourself to Freyja, but kept your mouth shut, with your lips curving upwards as Aslaug braided your hair. She did it carefully, letting you relax as she combed your hair and hummed softly. She had gifted you one of her necklaces. A beautiful blue gem with a gold chain, which you felt nearly burning against your chest, it was a bit heavy, but its weight was somehow comforting, like someone squeezing your hand when you were nervous. Torvi had applied some kohl on your eyes, after you finished the traditional bath with flowers floating on the water. It had been nice, and the smell made you relax after an entire night awake, staring at the dark ceiling with widened eyes.

"Oh, look at you!" The exclamation startled you, and you looked away from the mirror and looked at the entrance of the royal chambers, where Aslaug insisted you stayed. Helga was there, with a crown made of flowers on her hands and a big, excited smile on her face "You look so beautiful, Y/N" she left the crown on the wooden table in front of you, moving to look at your face more closely.

"Thank you, Helga" you smiled nervously.

"He's a very lucky man" she took your hand, squeezing it "Everything will be alright"

"Indeed he's a lucky man" Aslaug spoke softly behind you "My son must be beloved by the Gods, for them to put you into his path, I'm really happy he found you"

"Thanks, Queen Aslaug" you muttered, your voice shaking as you remembered what day was.

"Y/N, please" she sighed "Call me Aslaug, you'll be my daughter when the sun sets today, so stop with the formalities"

You blushed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just used to it"

"I know" she smiled brightly "Don't be nervous, child, everything will be fine"

Aslaug finished your braids. She left part of your hair loose, braiding only some locks and leaving out some others to frame your face. Then Helga helped her to put the flower crown on top of your head, careful to not ruin the small braids.

"You're ready" your soon mother-in-law smiled widely, putting her hands on your shoulders as you looked at your reflection on the mirror, trying to control your breathing.

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Ubbe smiled and had to hold back a laugh when Ivar jumped hearing someone approaching the small clearing surrounded by high trees.

"They're just the guests, Ivar, relax" he chuckled "You'll know when she comes"

His little brother had a strange expression on his face. It reminded him of a deer scared when it saw a hunter, with widened eyes and easily startled. He was nervous, he had been nervous for days, and though Ubbe had seen Ivar nervous a few times, he couldn't recall seeing him so stressed.

"What if she doesn't come?" He frowned, looking at the narrow path between the trees from which you'd come, now full of people who chatted and laughed cheerfully while they made their way to the clearing.

"She will come, Ivar" Ubbe rolled his eyes "Why wouldn't she?"

Ivar stayed silent, though his brother knew what was on his mind. He just couldn't believe someone like you was going to marry him, a cripple, that you chose him over his brothers and over all those men in Kattegat.

He was leaning on his crutch, with his braces painfully digging into his legs through the material of his trousers. He had been in pain that morning, but he wanted to stand while marrying you, though you had insisted he sat down, to avoid hurting himself. He didn't listen to you or his mother, as always.

Though he wouldn't complain, not even when the braces bothered him even more than usually, as his clothes weren't as thick and strong. He was wearing a dark tunic, all black, with his also dark hair braided, though he felt a bit naked without his axe -he had hidden a small but letal knife in one of his boots, just in case- and he would have preferred to stand without his crutches. But he tried his best to look presentable, because you didn't deserve any less.

As the guests filled the clearing, he saw Helga approaching, next to his mother, and he tensed up. Torvi had arrived a few minutes earlier, smiling excitedly as she stopped next to Björn, always keeping an eye on their children, who ran around the clearing, and cradling her baby in her arms. Ivar gulped when he saw the baby. Would he be able to see you with a child in your arms too? With his child?

Aslaug had tears on her eyes when she stopped in front of him, caressing his cheeks lovingly, as she did when he was a child.

"Mother" he frowned, moving his head away from her hands. She smiled and kissed his forehead.

"She's beautiful, and she's on her way" she whispered to him, just before moving to stand between Ubbe and Hvitserk, who was nibbling on an apple and looked a bit bored.

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Was it you or it was hotter than usually? You had to breathe deeply a few times to avoid throwing up. Floki was standing next to you, a funny expression on his face as he watched you whisper some curses and pace around the entrance to the woods.

"Are you finished or you need to pray to the Christian God too?" He chuckled as you practically threatened Freyja to bless your marriage.

"I'm nervous" you frowned, not really finding his teasing funny "Weren't you nervous on your wedding day?"

"No" he shrugged and you raised an eyebrow "But I wasn't going to marry Ivar the Boneless either, you can't really compare Helga with Ivar"

You sighed. He was right, Helga was far less complicated than Ivar.

"We should go now, everyone is already there, waiting for you" he winked at you pointing at the forest with his head "And I think Ivar will panic if you don't show up now"

You nodded, taking a deep breath again before Floki put his hand on your shoulder.

And you started walking.

Ivar was standing. That was the first thing you noticed when you entered the clearing, jumping a bit when everyone started cheering and clapping loudly. The second thing you noticed was that he widened his eyes and licked his lips nervously when he saw you. You smiled at him, trying to calm him down, and also made a mental note to scold him later for using the braces and standing for so long.

"Who gives this woman away?" the volvä asked cheerfully, as Floki giggled and pushed you to stand in front of Ivar, inside the circle drawn on the floor with stones, carved with runes, to ask for Thor's protection.

"I do" he gave her the rings, patting Ivar's back with a smile. Ivar's lips curved slightly when Floki left to stand next to Helga after giving him an affectionate slap on his head.

The volvä turned to wet the rings with the blood of the sacrifices made in honor to Freyja and Freyr to ask them to bless your union. Ivar looked at you then, a genuine smile plastered on his face. His intense blue eyes fixed on yours, making you calm down instantly, with another small smile on your lips.

You only stopped looking at each other when Ubbe stepped closer to you, an old sword on his hands. Ivar took the sword, grunting as he had to lean into his crutch a bit more.

"You must hold this sword, Y/N" the volvä put a hand on your arm a smile on her lips "To ask the Gods to bless your marriage and give you many children" people cheered again, and it brought a big smile to your lips. Then Torvi stepped, with a newly forged sword that she presented to you "And you must offer this new sword to your husband, Ivar, to transfer the power of protection over you to him"

You took the sword Ivar offered you. It was a bit more heavy than the new one, but you grabbed its handle firmly before offering yours to Ivar, who had only one hand free.

Crossing the blades, Ivar's eyes didn't leave your face as the volvä put the rings on the tip of the swords. Then she put a hand on Ivar's shoulder, making him look at her.

"Do you swear, Ivar son of Ragnar, that you wish to marry this woman in the eyes of the Gods?"

"I swear" he spoke firmly "With the Gods as my witnesses"

The volvä nodded, turning to hold your face between her hands with a big smile on her face.

"Y/N, do you swear you want to marry this man, asking the Gods to bless your marriage and give you many many children?"

"I swear" you nodded.

The guests cheered again, this time clapping and yelling loudly. But you couldn't take your eyes off of Ivar.

"Now, the rings!" The volvä announced.

Ivar looked at the ring placed on the tip of the sword. He couldn't reach for it, as he needed to hold onto his crutch or he would fall down. You noticed his hesitation and took both rings, taking his sword to let it on the ground before leaving yours too, giving him your ring and extending your hand.

Ivar put the ring in your finger, with a small smile on his lips. When you put the other ring in his, the volvä clapped.

"Now you are married!" She yelled, splattering some of the blood in both Ivar's and yours faces.

The crowd cheered again, this time even more loudly, and you could see Aslaug with a wide smile, clapping, just before Ivar cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours, sealing your vows with a kiss.

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Usually, the feast would be celebrated in the house of the newlyweds, but the house for you and Ivar wasn't ready yet -he needed to marry you as soon as possible, he couldn't wait until the stupid house was built- so Aslaug kindly offered you to celebrate the feast in the Great Hall. It was beautifully decorated, but crowded, and you were slightly nervous with everyone's attention on you. You ate slowly, looking around the hall and squeezing Ivar's hand, who knew you didn't like crowds and had put his hand on your knee, caressing it softly with his thumb.

"Maybe you should stop with the mead" Ivar smiled as you thanked the thrall who filled your cup and drank it quickly "I still need you awake later"

His words and what he was implying made you blush, looking around afraid of someone hearing him.

"I'm sorry, you're right" you sighed.

"Hey, I'm joking" he chuckled "You can drink as much as you want, Y/N"

Ivar joking. You had to blink twice to realize you hadn't imagined that.

He was definitely in a good mood, he even joked with Hvitserk and Sigurd for a while before eating, and he was calm and relaxed. You liked it.

Before you could answer him, someone approached the table, interrupting you. A cheerful giggle revealed Floki before you could even turn around to look at him. Helga was by his side, smiling widely.

"Floki, Helga" Ivar greeted them with a smile, and chuckled when Floki hit his head softly "Thank you, for being by our side today and for everything you've done"

"Yes, we could never repay you for everything you did for us" you smiled, too, thanking the ones that had played the role of your parents most of your life "Thank you, Helga, for helping me to get ready and thank you, Floki, for giving me away to my husband"

"It was an honor, your marriage it's blessed by the Gods" Floki giggled again "I know it, everyone here knows it, this was the Gods' will, I was only doing what they wanted me to"

"Even so, thank you, Floki" Ivar nodded, and everyone could see he meant it.

"I have something for you, Y/N" Floki took something out of his pocket, and you widened your eyes.

"I told you it wasn't necessary..."

"Hush, child" he rolled his eyes as he extended his hand. Helga giggled next to him.

It was a necklace. The pendant was handmade, you could guess by just looking at it.

"Mjölnir" you said softly, caressing the small hammer that hang from the rope, similar to the one Ivar had around his neck "Thank you, Floki"

"I'm sure Thor will protect you, but just in case" he winked at you.

"Thanks"

"Stop saying that, child"

Helga caressed your cheek, leaning into the table to kiss it, smiling.

"I'm proud of you, Y/N, and I hope you both have a long and happy marriage"

You took her hand and squeezed it.

"Now, stop with the happy moments, let's feast" Floki took Ivar's cup and raised it "To the newlyweds!" He yelled, making everyone look at him and raise their cups "Skål!"

"Skål!"

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The last one who approached the table was Sigurd. Ubbe and Hvitserk had gifted Ivar a pair of new braces, which made Ivar's eyes brighten up and no one could stop him from trying them on. They were stronger, and more comfortable. Then Björn gave him a dagger. Ivar didn't really expect his half brother to give him any gift, but accepted the dagger and both of them talked for a while. Margrethe gave you a beautiful blue dress and Torvi gifted you a whole armor. You had been training with Ivar and his brothers, and sometimes with Torvi. You were quite good with the sword.

You didn't expect Sigurd to approach you. Surely he was always polite to you, but his relationship with Ivar wasn't very good... He came, though, and left his oud -which he had been playing during the whole feast- next to him on the floor.

He cleared his throat and Ivar raised his eyebrow, ready for one of his comments.

"I just wanted to congratulate you both" he spoke softly "Y/N, welcome to the family, you look stunning today"

"Thank you, Sigurd" you smiled at him, squeezing Ivar's hand "And thank you for playing for us during the feast, you're truly a great musician"

Sigurd smiled at you, a genuine smile you didn't see very often on him.

"It was my pleasure" he nodded at you and his eyes turned to Ivar "Take care of her, brother, I'm happy for you"

You glanced at Ivar, who seemed surprised by his brother's words.

"Thank you" he frowned a bit, confused. But what Sigurd did then confused him even more.

The axe was beautiful, it was light, with the head bright and the blade was sharp. The wooden handle was polished and shined under the light of the candles.

"I wanted to give you this new axe, as a gift, for when we go on the next raid" Sigurd cleared his throat again "It's light but strong, and you shouldn't have any problem using it from your chariot"

Ivar took it, caressing the head of the axe softly.

"I..." He licked his lips, out of words "I appreciate this, thank you"

Sigurd nodded, and both brothers looked at each other in the eye. It was the first conversation they had in front of you in which they didn't argue, and you were a bit surprised, with widened eyes and lips parted.

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"I wasn't expecting that" Ivar muttered, looking at the axe Sigurd gave him.

He was sitting in bed, his fingers fought with his braces to take them off. You were combing your hair, softly undoing the small braids and the knots, but stopped to turn around and look at him with a small smile.

"It was very nice of him, he's your brother after all"

"Yeah" he shrugged, shaking his head and grunting softly when he took off one of the braces "I think we'll go back to fighting tomorrow, though"

Rolling your eyes, you finished undoing the braids, leaving the wavy locks loose.

"I didn't expect anything else"

You stood up from your chair, walking over to him and putting his hands away to help him with his other brace. Ivar looked at you intensely, with his lips parted and his eyes clouded because of the mead.

When his legs were finally free, he moaned out loud, and his hands sneaked around your waist as soon as you got up.

"Why are you still dressed?" His lips were now attached to your chest, kissing down the cleavage of your dress.

"I like this dress" you muttered, a dreamy smile on your lips -probably, the result of so many cups of mead- "It's so beautiful"

"I must admit, you look gorgeous with this dress" Ivar smiled against your skin "For a moment, I believed Freyja had descended to Midgard to marry me, and then I realized you looked even more beautiful than Freyja"

You rolled your eyes, giggling when he bit your collarbone.

"I already married you, Ivar"

"The fact that you're now my wife stops me from saying the truth?" He asked, tilting his head as his deep blue eyes fixed on yours "I'm being honest, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, to me"

Cupping his face with both your hands, you kissed his full lips, smiling into the kiss as his hands travelled down your waist, the curve of your ass and your thighs, only to stop at the back of your knees, pushing you forward to straddle his waist.

When you felt his hands roaming over your body, you took his wrists, breaking the kiss.

"Let me undress first, I don't want you to rip it" you giggled as he pouted.

"I'll buy you thousands of dresses like this one"

"I don't want thousands of dresses, Ivar, I like this one because your mother gave it to me and because is the one I was wearing when I married you"

He nearly smiled at that, but managed to hide it and let you get up from the bed, carefully undoing the ties of the dress to let it fall down to your ankles. Ivar intended to take off his own clothes, but he was too distracted gawking at your now naked body. You were confident enough to stand naked before him, but you still blushed when he looked at you like that. As if you were a goddess he was eager to worship.

"Now it's your turn, I don't want to rip your clothes either"

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Ivar's chest looked like it was sculpted by the Gods. The black lines of ink that crossed his chest and ended on his back were nearly hypnotizing to you. Your fingers ghosted over his warm, sun-kissed skin. With his lips attached to your neck and his hands roaming over your thighs, under the thick furs and around his waist.

Usually, Ivar wasn't patient when it came to you. The sex you had had before had been rough, fast and needy, but that night he couldn't rush things. He needed to feel you, all of you, to hear your moans and focus on your pleasure, to print the softness of your skin on his mind. After making love to you twice, he finally let you straddle him, with his cock still fully erect nestled against your wet entrance, teasing you.

Ivar made the act of breathing an impossible task when he kissed any part of your body. His lips were just intoxicating, with only a coupe of kisses he was able to turn you into a moaning mess, thrusting your hips into his, desperate to feel him inside you again.

Ivar smiled when you moaned his name into his ear again. This time sounded needy, like a pleading. He kissed your lips again, his tongue bushing against yours as his hand sneaked between your bodies, to alienate himself against your sex again, entering you slowly.

You broke the kiss, closing your eyes tightly and biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud. You were oversensitive after the three orgasms Ivar gave you -one with his mouth and fingers and another two with his cock- and he moved so slowly that your legs started trembling even before he was completely inside you.

Ivar waited for you, until you were comfortable enough to start moving your hips against his. Then he started moaning too, and his fingers dig into your waist, as the hand he had between the both of you found your clit. One of his fingers pressed into it, moving in circles to help you find your fourth orgasm as soon as possible -he wouldn't last too much, with you riding him, moaning and with your hair disheveled, and with your warm walls clenching around him-.

"I love you" you moaned, panting on his ear, moaning quietly when he rewarded you with an extra hard thrust.

"I love you too" Ivar hid his face into your neck "My beautiful wife"

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"I'm going to miss you" you muttered, your eyelids already heavy with sleep and your head leant on Ivar's chest "When you go raiding, I'm gonna miss you so much"

He smiled, his eyes already closed and his hands around your shoulders, pressing you close to him.

You had insisted on going raiding with him and his brothers for years, training very hard to show him you were ready, but Ivar kept saying no. He couldn't even imagine what would happen if you were hurt, or worse. He couldn't even bear the thought of losing you, and at the same time he knew you were fully capable of taking care of yourself, but the worry was still there.

"Maybe not as much as you think" he muttered, his lips pressed against your head.

"What do you mean?" You were too sleepy to argue with him or even open your eyes to beg him to take you with them.

"You'll see tomorrow, my love" he smirked, kissing your temple lovingly as he feel your body relax completely against his. Ivar also closed his eyes, letting himself fall asleep still holding you close, with a smile on his lips imagining your face when he gave to you the sword he had made for you. And imagining your excitement when he told you that he wasn't planning on leaving you in Kattegat any time soon.

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sserpente · 6 years ago

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Another chance (SPOILERS!)

Synopsis: Five years after Loki’s death, your life in New Asgard is all but miserable. You miss him. You mourn him. And you would do anything in your power to get him back. So when Rocket and Bruce suddenly show up at Thor’s doorstep to recruit him for a mission to undo the damage Thanos has done, you take your chance and join them. You travel back in time only to come face to face with the man you love so dearly--back in 2012. Back when he was still alive. And when things go wrong and you suddenly find him snuffling the Tesseract, you selfishly throw all of your plans overboard. You cannot lose him. Not again. So you jump out the moment he opens up a portal, disappearing and taking you with him. You had only one last shot at bringing the man you love back. Now, you have one last shot at convincing him not to kill you. You have one last shot at saying your goodybe. You have one last shot at telling him you love him. Only what will happen once the Avengers have defeated Thanos and return the Infinity Stones where they belong? Will you stay trapped in the past, with a different Loki who does not know you yet? Will the man you were going to marry be lost forever? Or will there be another chance?

Pairing: Loki x Reader Chapter: 1/1 Words: 5842 Warnings: SPOILERS FOR AVENGERS: ENDGAME, angst & fluff

You hated the sun. Hated how hopeful it looked when it crawled over the horizon and filled your surroundings with light and warmth. You longed to rip it out of the sky and drown it in the sparkling water to your feet.

Five years. Five years had passed since Loki’s death and your heart still felt like it had been crushed only yesterday. Not one night passed in which you did not wish for him to be back by your side, to wrap you in his strong arms and let you fall asleep against his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat. Never again would you hear that calming sound. Never again would you hold his hand, kiss his lips and see that mischievous and playful smirk you had fallen in love with.

Your lips parted when the first tear drop escaped your eyes and united with the sea. You watched it draw circles on the surface. Over the last years, you had cried so much you were surprised there were any tears left in your body at all and yet here you were, getting lost in your undying grief and mourning once again.

Back when you had decided to come to New Asgard, as Thor had named the small village the remaining Asgardians settled down in, you had hoped it would help you feel closer to Loki. Your Loki. Your fiancé. Your almost-husband.

You had picked a wedding dress already. A green, strapless piece of silken fabric sparkling with one thousand golden gems—a ball gown fit for a princess. And a princess was what you would have become upon laying down your vows.

Sobbing quietly, you glanced down at your left hand, fondling the golden engagement ring with the green jewel and the tiny diamonds Loki had given to you.

Valkyrie had suggested you took it off. The ring held a promise Loki would never be able to fulfil now and it would be pointless, cruel to keep wearing a reminder of what you had lost, holding you back and keeping you from seeing a new future.

But there was no future without Loki. You had known the day you had stood on the edge of the pier, only a week after his death. The ring had felt heavy in your hand when you had attempted to toss it into the sea, angry at the man you loved for leaving you behind. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t move on. You never would.

Thor was no help. He only ever made it worse and you avoided him as best as you could. The strong, brave and self-righteous man you had once known was gone. And ever since he had chopped off Thanos’ head, he had turned into a shadow of what he had once been, drinking too much ale and playing silly video games with Korg and Miek. Loki would have laughed at his appearance.

You lazily turned your head when heard the truck approach. While you expected it to be another delivery of goods for the village, you were all the more surprised to see the Hulk jumping off the load area, accompanied by a raccoon carrying a gun. A courtesy visit?

Frowning, you stood, following the two inside. It took you a moment to realise they were looking for Thor. Your heart sank to your boots once you were close enough to listen, leaning against the threshold of Thor’s door.

Quantum realm. Time travel. Infinity Stones. Thanos. One more chance. What you picked up made little to no sense at first. You had never understood all that science talk Tony Stark regularly turned your head with. But you didn’t need to. All that mattered was one more chance—and that you would have a shot getting your Loki back.

“I want to come too.” The words came out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop them, let alone consider what you were getting yourself into.

“Who’s this?” The raccoon threw in, earning him a dismissive glance.

“(Y/N).” Hulk… or was it Bruce… greeted politely. You nodded.

Thor only glared at you. You hadn’t exactly been on good terms lately. Loki had laid down his life for him, sacrificed himself for his only brother and he repaid him by getting drunk, threatening nerds online and refusing to remember him at all. One month ago, you had thrown a glass bottle at him.

When Thor still didn’t respond, Rocket shrugged. “We can use all the help we can get, (Y/N) whoever-you-are.”

Good. Because if Thor had already forgotten Loki, that was the least you could do. You owed it to him.

“Thor. Thank you for coming. What the hell happened to you?” It was Steve Rogers who greeted him first, pulling him in a friendly hug. You spotted Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff as well as Clint Barton in the room.

“Who’s your friend?”

Your smile was restrained. There was at least one thing Thor and you had in common. Your emotions were no longer in your control.

“I’m (Y/N). I am… was… Loki’s fiancé.”

The room went silent so fast you could have heard a needle drop. Rocket, the raccoon, had no idea what was going on, yet out of the people in the room, it was only Thor and Nebula who remained unsurprised.

“This is awkward. What’s happening?” Rocket said.

“Nothing except for she was the fiancé of a war criminal and murderer.” Clint shot back, eyeing you down angrily. You sighed. You had expected this reaction. The Asgardians had come to terms with you already. The Avengers would take a while longer. “Why are you here? If you expect we’re going to bring him back of all people, you’re really wrong.”

“I know him. I met him. Loki didn’t attack your planet deliberately,” Nebula interrupted suddenly. “Thanos threatened to kill him if he didn’t comply. My father can be very convincing.”

Nebula. You knew her, Loki had told you about meeting her and Gamora when he was with Thanos. You were the only one he had told about the horrors and tortures he had gone through after his alleged deadly fall from the Bifrost. He had told you he had survived and come back as a different man and in return, you had told him that you loved the man he was now, that you would love the man he would one day become and surely, that you would have loved the man he once was. You almost smiled fondly at the memory. Without expressing it in words, you knew Loki could not quite believe he had found you.

You didn’t nearly spend enough time together before he had to die. He didn’t nearly experience as much happiness as he deserved. Nebula’s words brought tears to your ears—a gesture the Avengers did not fail to notice.

Natasha was the first one to lose her ice-cold demeanour towards you.

“Clint, if we want to do this, we need all the help we can get.” She repeated what Rocket had pointed out already. “Whatever it takes.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly to scare away the tears. “So what’s the plan?”

The past doesn’t change the future. Was that what Bruce had said? Your hopes collapsed in on themselves like a house of cards and still, you refused to curl up and believe he was supposed to be gone. Five years was not a long time then. He was Loki. The Trickster. The God of Mischief. There had to be a way. Somehow.

Your suit was tight. Scott had attempted to explain to you just how the quantum realm worked and why you had to dress like a domina in order to travel through time but you had shut down after two sentences. As long as you made it back and… back… alive and preferably, with Loki by your side, you would accept feeling like head cheese.

It was Natasha who had suggested you did not team up with Thor. Instead, just so both Tony and Steve could keep an eye on you, you were to go with them. Back to 2012 when Loki had attacked New York. Back to when Loki and you hadn’t met yet. Chewing on your lower lip nervously, you took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to stay calm.

Regardless. This was your one shot—and if Thor thought the same, he did not show. You wondered whether the idea of bringing his only brother back even occurred to him. For years now, you had thought you knew him—now, you were not so sure anymore.

Next thing you knew you flew. If you had to name the odd feeling cursing through your entire body, you would compare it to travelling by Bifrost—yet at the same time, it was completely different, like being sucked somewhere you did not belong. A different time.

And as fast as it had started, it was over again. It felt no different, like nothing had happened at all. You opened your eyes, not realising you had closed them in the first place only to come face to face with the streets of New York City—destroyed, full of debris and destruction. Loki’s work.

Swallowing thickly, you breathed out audibly to calm your rapid heartbeat.

“You know what to do. Let’s split up.”

“And don’t forget we have only one shot at this.” Scott brushed against your shoulder when he walked past you, ripping you from your paralysis. Stark Tower was close, too close. Your heart was aching at the very thought of the man you loved being safe and sound in this reality, this time.

Did you have a plan? Yes. But not in 2012. If you were going to bring Loki back, you would have to distract them just long enough to steal one of their magic vials to travel through time on your own. Was it sneaky, selfish and would you risk the entire universe crumbling to pieces, with billions mourning the loss they had to endure because of Thanos? Yes. But so were you. You were not going to live without Loki any longer. You could do this.

So, arriving at Stark Tower, you sat down and waited, knowing that the man you loved was only a few floors above you.

“You alright there, kid?”

“Don’t call me kid, Stark. I am (Y/A) years old, for Heaven’s sake.” Truth be told, however, you did not care what the billionaire called you. All you wanted was to distract yourself from a panic attack—or an emotional attack—or whatever the hell you professionally described travelling to the past to meet your now dead fiancé when he did not even know you yet. You doubted somebody had already invented a term for that tragic phenomenon.

And then the elevator doors opened and out of the lift stepped much younger Avengers than those you had met only a while ago. Your lips parted when you saw him. Shackled and muzzled, Thor dragged him along through the vast lobby past security guards and employees. There was only a hint of defeat in Loki’s blue eyes—the rest was mischief, triumph and undying arrogance.

It was the tiniest of smiles forming on your lips, for no matter how many setbacks he received, he never lost his confidence, at least from the outside. Behind closed doors, it had been your shoulders he had, for the first time in decades, cried on.

Your heart was beating so fast it physically hurt and skipping beat after beat all the same. You wanted to jump, rip that muzzle off his mouth and kiss him, wrap your arms around his strong body and hold him, telling him that everything would be okay, that you would fix this. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t, for you did not know what consequences such actions would hold and you couldn’t because Loki, in this very moment, had no idea who you even were. Your lower lip was shaking. Fuck. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to come after all.

Tony took action when Alexander Pierce stopped the whole lot of them to hand over the Tesseract all the while you turned around panicking, desperately trying to stop the hot tears worsening your sight from streaming down your cheeks. Suppressing a sob, you pressed yourself against the stone pillar.

“Stark… I can’t do this.” You choked out, glancing back to Loki.

“What? Of course you can.”

“No… No, I can’t, I thought I could but I can’t. He’s right there, Stark. Loki is right there and I can do nothing and it’s fucking ripping me apart from the inside.”

“Do it!” He whispered into his ear piece, turning his attention to you only reluctantly when Scott began wreaking havoc among the young Avengers. “Stay where you are, I’ll come pick you up, alright?” Surprisingly, Stark sounded a lot more understanding than you would have assumed—perhaps because by now, you were breathing heavily, sobbing relentlessly.

It was just then that Scott kicked the suitcase with the Tesseract in Tony’s direction, catching Loki’s attention. You immediately retreated even further, eyes darting back and forth between the suitcase and your fiancé right until Stark grabbed it and marched straight towards the elevator—that was until the Hulk burst through the door and knocked the billionaire off his feet.

Flinching, you stumbled back, hoping the green idiot would fail to notice you. Selfishly, you didn’t care about Tony. Instead, your eyes frantically searched the slippery floor for the Tesseract. You gasped when you found it, right at Loki’s feet who was looking at it promisingly.

You knew him well enough—and you were very well aware of what he was going to do next. You were not going to lose him again.

Next thing you knew you had already sprung into action and started at the man you loved, clinging on to him the moment he opened up a portal and disappeared. And you with him.

Stark had blown it but so had you. You were selfish, stupid and too impulsive for your own good. And don’t forget we have only one shot at this, you recalled Scott’s words. And you had wasted it, wasted it because you could not get your own, numbing emotions under control long enough to save Loki’s life. Because you wanted to be with him no matter the cost.

All air was knocked from your body when you collided with the hard ground, rolling over quickly to avoid any major injuries. You winced at the pain cursing through your limbs, yet it subsided rapidly when you realised what you had done.

Panting heavily, you turned over only to face a suspicious and mistrustful Loki glaring at you quizzically. The Tesseract had disappeared—most likely he kept it hidden inside one of his inter-dimensional pockets—you would never understand this kind of magic, after all.

It took you a moment to comprehend he was puzzled not just because a stranger had latched onto him during his sneaky escape but also because you were still crying. It only got worse when your eyes finally met, filling your belly with excited butterflies.

“Who are you?” He had gotten rid of the muzzle too. Abandoned, it lay on the ground, leaving only the shackles a problem. Well, you could help him with that. And yet, it felt like you had lost your voice entirely. Your lips parted in a desperate attempt to reply but what would you say? You couldn’t possibly tell him you were from the future… or could you? Would he believe you? You knew that this Loki right in front of you was a different man, more vulnerable and weary and you knew that he would not hesitate to kill you. You had to be careful. You had to try and elicit those feelings he had for you in your time right here, right now. Only one shot. And you would do what Loki always did—draw an advantage out of the situation presented to you.

“I-I… I… I shouldn’t even be here.” You finally uttered breathlessly, pausing briefly to take in your surroundings. You were in a forest. Dark, with rich trees and evergreen grass to your feet. “W-where are we?”

“Asgard.”

Under different circumstances, you would have smiled. Loki had always wanted to take you to Asgard. Before it was destroyed, he had raved about the library and the secret pathways he had found. He had raved about the beauty of the golden realm—some of the few memories he was still fond of.

“Tell me why I should not just kill you now. Your fellow agents would never find you here, after all.” He was right, they wouldn’t. Trapped in a different time, you were lost to Stark and Scott pretty much forever unless you found a way back on your own. But that was not the point.

“I’m not… I don’t work for SHIELD. It’s… it’s a long story.”

Sobbing once more, you rubbed your eyes to stop the tears to no avail, realising only now you were still kneeling on the ground. By now, Loki was towering above you—just like the first time you had actually met. It hurt incredibly, knowing he was right there in front of you and yet so far away.

“You will have to convince me with the short version, I’m afraid.” He mocked. Only because you knew Loki better than you knew yourself did you overhear the almost gentle undertone in his smooth voice. Loki was many things but he had never been cruel. His threat was but empty as long as you, alas involuntarily, showed him how broken you were.

From somewhere, you took the energy to nod submissively and stand, daring your knees to support you. No broken bones, no sprains, no blood. That was at least something.

“L-let me help you with those.” You said, pointing at his shackles. Loki frowned, not moving when you took a step toward him without showing any fear and reached for the Asgardian metal cuffs. You had been taught how to open them by none other than the man in front of you himself. Loki’s frown deepened when they fell off his wrists and onto the ground.

They had distracted you from your tears for a bit—but now that you were standing this close to the man you loved, meeting his stunning blue eyes and that flawless profile, you were taken instantly by another heart-breaking wave of grief, mourning and affection. The most painful combination of them all.

Crying silently, you studied him, meeting his still confused gaze.

“Loki…” You couldn’t help it, your body would not obey you. Your hand, trembling slightly, came up to cup his cheek, your thumb caressing his skin. Loki did not jerk away but neither did he lean into your touch the way he did in the future. No. The way he used to in the future. He froze when you leapt forward and buried your face in his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his middle. For a few both painful and wonderfully soothing seconds, he let you hug him—then, effortlessly, he pushed you away firmly but meekly.

“Who are you?” He repeated, more intently this time.

Again, you hesitated. But if anyone could help you figure out a plan, it was Loki himself. Yes, you decided quickly. You would simply tell him. “I… I’m from the future. Now… now I know this sounds crazy but it’s true, look. Stark, he gave us this device—“ You pointed at the little gadget on the back of your hand. “—and… and we used it to travel back in time. He… he did it, Loki. Thanos. He found all the stones and he snapped his fingers and…” Holding back your tears, you recalled, reluctantly, how Loki had faced the cruel Titan one last time. How his dead body had dropped to the floor, broken. Another sob interrupted you, making your words nearly incomprehensible. “We… whoever’s left… this is our only chance so we came back here, to different time periods, collecting the stones before he can to reverse it all.”

Loki must have known by now you had lost someone as well, that you were grieving and hurting. But not in the way he thought you did. Or maybe he did. Loki had always been so incredibly perceptive he had figured out you were in love with him before you had done so yourself.

For an agonising moment, he said nothing, pondering. Then, eventually:

“If I let you return with the Tesseract…” You shook your head before he could even finish, albeit almost dazed by his words, but then again… Loki knew Thanos only too well. Like hell he would try and find him again, hence this lonely Asgardian forest. “I am stuck here. Now that I got separated from the others.”

“Then why did you hold on to me in the first place?”

Your lower lip wouldn’t stop shaking, your eyes never stopping to spill tears like heavy rain drops to water the earth. “Be-because I’m selfish,” you choked out. Once again, the God of Mischief frowned. Slowly, it appeared to dawn on him.

“When will I meet you?” He asked quietly, all hostility now vanished from his voice entirely. But what scared you about his question wasn’t if you were going to do any harm by telling him—it was the fact he must have known by now that he would die and relinquished to learn how and when it would happen and instead first asked at what point in his life he, out of all people, would find love and for once, be truly happy and feel cared for and secure.

You smiled despite your tears. “We meet on Earth. Five years from now.” Loki let your words sink in. Then, he nodded.

“There is a cabin not far from here where an old friend of mine resides. She will let me take shelter.” You nodded mutely. Angrboda. It had to be her. The sorceress was as stubborn as she was cunning which was why Odin had a long time ago banished her and young Loki, curious and mischievous, had then one day found and befriended her. The tricks he had been taught by this woman went beyond even Frigga’s capabilities. Loki had told you about her once.

He asked you several more questions about the future, about Thanos, the stones and what you knew about time travelling on your way to the cabin. His injuries had healed completely by now, you had watched them all disappear slowly. Your heart was beaming, your cheeks burning red. How could you convince yourself that this was not your Loki when he was as mischievous, charming and intelligent as yours? This Loki… he was merely a little more restrained, a little more scornful and simply… younger. Your both sad and relieved smile faded away quickly when you remembered that this Loki had no knowledge of his mother’s death. No knowledge of his own brother and father locking him up in the dungeons to rot in chains. No knowledge of how he was going to sacrifice his life for a man who now refused to even speak his name and acknowledge his fiancé.

Where were you, right now? No, that was the wrong question. When. When were you? If what Bruce Banner had said was true and changing the past would not directly affect the future, then what would happen in this reality, in this time? Now that Loki was here and far away from a cruel trial and verdict by the Allfather, how would his story continue? What if you… stayed with him?

Loki had fallen in love with you once. Could he possibly fall in love with you again? Could you be happy in this time, hiding away on Asgard? What would happen once the Avengers had reversed the snap and returned the stones to their original time periods?

You winced in pain when you felt the headache coming, both from all the unanswered questions tumbling through your head as well as all your tears. Loki noticed every move you made. One look at you sufficed to tell what was wrong—and he didn’t even need to know you yet.

Finally, the bedraggled cabin came in sight. He opened the thick wooden door without knocking, startling a beautiful woman whose human age you would estimate to be around forty. Still, she was breath-taking, her long black hair framing her face and falling over her shoulders like black gold.

“Loki. You’re alive.” Angrboda simply whispered, her grey eyes widened in shock. “I heard the queen was mourning. You fell from the bridge.”

Loki lifted his chin. It was clear to both of them that this was not the time to explain. “I need a place to stay. Odin, or anyone else for that matter, must not find me.”

“You are always welcome in this house. As is your mortal companion. It is (Y/N), am I correct?”

Your lips parted. You did not care how tear-dimmed you must have looked. “How do you know how I am? We never met. I mean… Loki hasn’t…” Angrboda raised her black eyebrows, stopping you mid-sentence.

“Take the room upstairs. Oh and… you both look like you need some strengthening potion. I will have some brewed for you.”

Mutely, the God of Mischief nodded, heading straight for the stairs. You hurried to follow after him.

You would never get enough of watching him. And as long as he was alive, you could live with the fact you were a stranger to him. Loki had barely acknowledged you ever since your arrival in the cabin but mainly because he had gone back downstairs and talked to Angrboda for what had felt like hours. You had attempted to eavesdrop but given up quickly once you realised she had cast a spell on the room.

Now you sat there on the huge double bed and black bed sheets, drinking your strengthening potion the sorceress had poured into a cup of tea. It tasted horrible but you gulped it down anyway, feeling better with every sip. Loki had returned ten minutes ago.

Silently, he stood by the window with his back turned to you and stared outside, pondering. You knew he could look into your mind if you let him, only now, however, were you desperate to touch his forehead with your palm instead.

Your tears had dried for now. There were boiling just underneath the surface, ready to drown you in a sea of pain and loss once more. You would speak quickly before they came to overwhelm you again.

“Loki.”

Slowly, he turned his head. Your heart almost stopped when he looked you straight in the eye. During all the time you had spent with him, you had learned to read his emotions through his eyes. This Loki was no different. But was that really appreciation sparkling in those blue irises? Was it longing and affection?

“I… I don’t know what’s going to happen. If I can just… stay in the past without doing any harm but I just…” There they were, betraying you. Hot tears burning in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. “When I joined the Avengers on this mission, all I wanted to do was find a way to bring you back. I wanted to save you. Loki… no matter what is going to happen to you in the future, please know that none of it will be your fault and I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I was too fucking selfish to take my chance and bring you back to me. I…” You paused, shaken by a heart-breaking sob. “I love you so much.”

Loki seemed frozen in place but you could tell he was touched by your words, even if he could not possibly understand what they all meant just yet. The moment you broke out in tears was the moment he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his arms. Awkwardly. Like he did not know how to deal with your affection for him. But right now, it was all you needed.

“Did I give you this ring?” He asked quietly, glancing down at your nervous fingers playing with your engagement ring. You snuffled, nodding.

“It held a promise,” you responded. Loki seemed to understand immediately. A few seconds passed.

“How will I… how will it happen? And when?” He inquired then.

You swallowed. “Thanos. Six years from now.”

“I see.” Loki took a deep breath. “You should get some rest. Tomorrow is another day and Angrboda might just find a way to send you back to your own time.”

Oh. He did not want you to stay with him, then. Of course not. Why would he? This Loki didn’t love you. This Loki knew you had spoiled your chance to save his life and disappointed him just like everyone else.

He had left. When you opened your eyes the next morning after an almost sleepless and terrifying night full of bad dreams, fear and mourning, the other side of the bed was made and tidy. He was gone. You knew that your Loki would never leave you behind. But then again this had never been your Loki, after all. It would be unfair to blame him. He deserved freedom. Happiness. If in this reality, timeline, whatever Stark and you had created, he would find it, you would let him. Even if he found it without you. You should be grateful. Thanks to the Avengers, you had been able to talk to him again. You had been able to tell him how much you loved him.

Fighting hard not to start the day by crying yet again, you threw back the covers and frowned.

Angrboda had not owned any carpets last night. Where did they come from? Frowning, you took in your new surroundings. The blinds were still closed, it would be too dark to make out where you were until your eyes had gotten used to the almost-blackness around you.

You gasped when you bumped into someone’s solid body, stumbling backwards but a few steps—and then biting back your tears of both joy and grief when you recognised Loki standing right before you.

“I thought you…” You shook your head quickly. “Where are we, all of… a… sudden?” He did not need to answer you. You blinked, finally getting used to the lack of brightness. This was your little house in New Asgard.

“What happened? Where is Angrboda? Did you… did you bring us here? But… New Asgard was after…”

Loki smirked, letting you ponder for a few more moments.

“I am offended. Do you not recognise me, my sweet?”

“L-Loki? M-my Loki?”

“In the flesh…” Explanations did not matter, nor did letting him finish. Sobbing uncontrollably, you wrapped your arms around him and held him so tightly your muscles started to shake. It took him some effort to lean back a little to press his lips against yours—a gentle kiss which soon turned into a passionate, desperate battle of love.

Only when you were out of breath did you pull away reluctantly, still grasping his shoulders and looking into those blue eyes you could get lost in.

“You’re back… you’re alive… Loki… I’ve missed you so much…”

“I have missed you too, my sweet. I must admit, I do prefer Midgard over Hel.”

“But… but how? How can you be back? How can you be here?”

Loki smirked once more. “Come. Sit down.” Quickly, you obeyed, impatient for him to explain to you what in the nine realms had happened. You couldn’t stop touching him. Desperately, you reached for his hands, fondling them tenderly as he spoke.

“Angrboda explained it to me like this. I must admit, the Avengers have outdone themselves. When they took the various Infinity Stones from different moments in the past, they created separate timelines, one for each stone—and one in which I… or much rather… another version of me… could escape—with you.”

You nodded, eagerly. You loved the way he explained things. Loki’s voice was incredibly soothing. Even more so now that he told you the story of how he had cheated death yet again and come back to you.

“They succeeded. Thanos is gone.” He went on relieved. “But they had to return the stones to their respective timelines. Now… when they did that, each of the created timelines, including the one you had gotten trapped in, re-converged with the one you came from. The one in which I… died. And since the timeline was altered and I got away instead of being taken back to Asgard, I existed… twice.”

“But… you were dead.” You breathed.

“That I was. But I am also a god, my sweet. I continued to exist in Hel.” Only now did his words sink in. Loki did not go to Valhalla despite his heart-breaking sacrifice for Thor. He had been damned to spend his afterlife in Helheim. Quickly, you blinked your tears away.

“As there cannot exist two versions of one person at the same time—not in different time periods—when the timelines re-converged, so did I.”

“W-what does that mean?”

“My two timelines melted together. It means I lived two different lives. I have memories of meeting you that day… and I have memories of being sentenced by Odin. I died but I also… didn’t.”

“B-but… but how are you here? In New Asgard? I mean, you couldn’t have known where I was or… and how am I here? How did I not remain stuck in 2012?”

“Thanks to Angrboda. She indeed found a way to send you back when the timelines re-converged.” He paused, letting you recall how she had known who you were. “I knew we were headed to Midgard before Thanos attacked our ship. I knew where Thor intended to settle down. All I had to do was find you. You never left this place.” He said, knowingly. Still crying, you leaned forward and pulled him into another kiss.

You had missed him. You had missed him so much it physically hurt. His touch, his presence, his scent, his mischievous smirk. Sighing, you enjoyed his hands rubbing your back soothingly. Your Loki… you had your Loki back.

“I love you, my sweet (Y/N)…” He breathed into your mouth. It was one of those rare, cherished moments Loki voiced his feelings for you—he did not do so often. Not anymore. But he did when he was with you.

“I believe I gave you a promise.” He mumbled when he pulled away, caressing your cheek and smirking naughtily as he did. You grinned through your tears, realising with a start that you were going to be a bride. “And I want to marry you right now.” That you could be happy again. That everything was fine.

A/N: You remember Tom’s words? That everything’s fine? Honestly, I’m not sure how logical my time travel theory is but that’s something I’d love for to happen. I hope this “little” story helped a little. ♥

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