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thebraxiatelcollection · 3 years ago

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Dare I say it… Irving Braxiatel for the character ask 😂

You may dare 😂

send me a character & I’ll answer the following about them!

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (He's a Slytherin through and through.)

best quality: The fact he is loyal and he does CARE for the people he is close to like Benny and the Legion family, even the Doctor. He just goes about showing how much he cares for them sometimes in the wrong way, except for that time he blew up a planet to protect his friends from Avril Frenman because that's iconic.

worst quality: The fact he went to the Beyond and got himself killed but we don't talk about that.

ship them with: The Gallifrey Gang!

brotp them with: Brax/Benny <3

needs to stay away from: writers who don't know how to handle his character

misc. thoughts: Too many thoughts about Braxiatel!! Think about this dude constantly.

But my most recent one is for Time War 4 in Beyond. He was just so off in that story, and we had already seen a similar arc for that with Narvin, trying to go back in time to send Valyes to prevent the Daleks from being too powerful. But the motive for Brax was completely wrong.

Mostly because yes, he is a Time-Lord and is from Gallifrey, but the thing with Brax, is that he never wanted to conform to Gallifrey. He's always been the one to get out there, gather knowledge, and explore and change things for the better. He even started the Armegeddon convention and got many aliens to ban from using dangerous weapons! (yes, it was nearly a disaster, but his mind and heart were in the right place and I very much like to think he was the one to inspire the Doctor to travel and have the freedom of traveling.)

It's wrong for me to say he doesn't care about Gallifrey because of course, he does. He wouldn't have become a politician otherwise to try and change things for the better, but Gallifrey has always treated Brax unjustly even after all the sacrifices he has done to try and make his world a better place. He was terrified of the Time War and though he has faced the Daleks in 'Death and the Daleks' after the Fifth Axis invasion, the reasons why he wanted the Beyond didn't sit right. It was more of a Narvin thing to do rather than a Brax thing.

He always seems to get along better with Leela and Benny rather than with the actual Time-Lord's and I think it's because he doesn't have to hide anything from them. The humans can see Brax for who he is, far more than other Time-Lord's can see him or how he sees himself, and personally, I think he likes not having to hide or put up a facade and he actually gets to have some fun with Leela and Benny. Whereas with his own people, they are always so suspicious of each other it's impossible for him to relax or even get to that level with them unless it's someone he absolutely trusts. Which is well...

The character development he has gone through has been really written poorly in the last few boxsets, and I really wish big finish would stop using him as back fodder to keep rescuing Romana and getting her out of sticky situations, mostly from the mess she has made and then have Romana be suspicious and distrusting off him even though HE had saved her and HE would never let ANY harm come to her. EVER.

I also wish, rather than Narvin Brax was added in the latest Bernice Summerfield boxset because even though 'Gallifrey' by Guy adams was disappointing and I do love Narvin, I just wish big finish didn't keep using him and gave Brax an opportunity to shine once in a while. Plus,Brax is much more suited in the Benny universe and I would have loved to have seen Brax react to Benny being on Gallifrey with the unbound Doctor and how he has to face another Alternative Brother off his. I think that would have worked so much better and you could do so much in regards to that relationship as well.

Head empty, only filled with thoughts about Irving Braxiatel.

#apologises went off on a tangent xD #irving braxiatel

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tsubaki3192 · 5 years ago

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Oh I’d really love to read the aquarium HC’s!!! They sound superfun. And I am curious about the Nicknames with Mitsuhide. An idea for that: MC wants another nickname, one that’s not little mouse and they try out different ones but they all sound wrong and they end up at little mouse again?

Nicknames

[Mitsuhide x Reader]

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Tags: @tsuki-no-usagiii @wingardium-letmefuckyou @unstoppablelinda @zavannahmj

Let me know if you want to be (un)tagged?

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Notes: OML I APOLOGISE DEEPLY FOR HOW LATE THIS IS… I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN FOR IT TO TAKE THIS LONG-

So, uh, what happened was I started writing, went WAY off tangent to both my original idea and your request, came back to a full circle… Before realising I should’ve just rewritten it altogether… If anyone actually wants to read the other fic, well, I’ll post it xD

I feel like such a shitty author… ALSO I may or may not have been watching Stray Kids “The 9″ season 5 and suddenly had an idea-

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Other comments: So, uh, I think I’ve decided to completely scrap the aquarium headcannons altogether and I’m actually really sorry about it as it was the very first thing I started when thinking about Ikesen.

So I want to apologise once again to @wingardium-letmefuckyou and to everyone else who wanted to read the headcannons, but I truly have no idea how to write it…

….. Okay that’s enough from me, I guess! Here’s the long-awaited fic xD

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“How many times have I told you not to call me a ‘Little Mouse’?!”

Your footsteps stormed against the floorboards as you made your way back to your room, leaving Mitsuhide to stare at your back and baffled at your outburst. Hands clenched in tight fists to your sides, you brushed past an equally (if not more) surprised Masamune before reaching your room and slamming the door shut.

“What just happened…?”

You were livid and that was something new. Usually and normally, you were rather docile and that was one of the many things that had initially attracted Mitsuhide to you. (Your inability to use violence was another, but that perhaps merely further worried him whenever Nobunaga brought you to the battlefield.) Nevertheless, your rambunctious yelling and anger had caught the attention of the many castle’s residents, including a particular mother-like warlord and the right-hand-man of their lord.

“How many times must I tell you to not make her-”

But the flickering expression on Mitsuhide’s face, one of rejection, caused Hideyoshi’s words to falter at the back of his throat. Simply speaking, the said caramel-haired warlord had forgotten just who Mitsuhide’s sole weakness was: You. And he could only sigh, placing a hand on your lover’s right shoulder comfortingly.

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It hurt.

It really did.

You weren’t sure what brought it up, nor the reasoning behind your anger, but there was nothing you could do anymore. You had lashed out at him, and that was that. To be fair, it was a lover’s spat of sorts- not that you and Mitsuhide got into that many. You would always come to an agreement of sorts; somewhere in between both your suggestions. More than often, it would be in regards to the time and dates of your… well, dates, so this would be the first time you had ever needed to compromise over the whole nicknames thing.

The truth was, you really didn’t mind what he called you. Yes, you were willing to admit, there were times where the nickname could be considered as condescending but you were also willing to admit that you were also naive in many different ways.

Huffing quietly, you plonked down on your still-unrolled futon and brought your knees to your chest. Your arms, however, had found it’s way to the covers you and he shared, pulling it up and over your nose.

You would be lying if you ever thought his scent didn’t calm you.

Sandalwood. Gunpowder. Cinnamon.

….Well, okay. Maybe the last one was impossible, granted you didn’t know exactly when cinnamon had arrived in Japan but the scent was there nonetheless.

But the pain, guilt and regret from your words was enough to send tears running down your face. Truly, you wished you hadn’t said what you had to him. It was his one day of relaxation; a day where he could fully spend time with you, the only woman he promised he would ever love.

And you’ve just gone and ruined it.

“(Y/N).”

You could hear Mitsuhide’s voice on the opposing side of the door through your somewhat quiet whimpers… Which meant, you had come to learn, he could also hear you. Stifling your sobs, you called out to your boyfriend, allowing him to enter the room. You burrowed your head in the covers, hoping you could hide your tears from him… Even if you knew it was simply impossible.

“My dear, will you look at me?”

Mitsuhide placed a gentle hand on your head, brushing your hair behind your ear and allowing the strands to glide through his fingers. The same fingertips made it’s way to the soft curve of your cheek and down to your hidden chin. His whole palm was on your cheek now, as he gently coaxed you from your hidden position behind the comforter. You abided, sinking into the touch of his warm hands as he gently wiped the hot tears from your cheeks.

“As observant as I am, I wasn’t aware you didn’t enjoy the nickname.”

Prick.

As prideful as the statement was, it succeeded in eliciting a giggle from your lips. Your hands found it’s way out of the blanket and began roughly wiping at your tears, laughing dejectedly at the situation.

“The thing is, I really don’t mind. Really.”

You shook your head, resting your damp forearms against your covered knees and your chin against your forearms. But he just knelt in front of your slightly rocking self, raising his other arm to fully cup your face. Gently placing his forehead against your own, his nose nudged against your own- a rare Mitsuhide Eskimo kiss.

Your eyes had instinctively closed on it’s own, allowing the final droplets of tears to escape the corners of your eyes.

One. Two.

Raising his forehead from your own, he pressed his lips against the corner of each eye.

Please don’t cry.

And again his head rose even further, pressing a slow, loving kiss against your forehead.

I love you.

When he finally removed his lips from your forehead, you rose, stumbling, as you regained the strength in your knees from the tight pull towards your chest. Expressionless, golden eyes watch your stance, offering a single hand when you stumbled. He pulled you towards him as you settled yourself in his lap; his legs now crossed before him.

“My love,” he utters, his low, silken voice soothing your trembling self, “had you truly despised the name, you would have informed me early on.”

Your head bobs up and down, agreeing quietly with his statement. Your arms wound itself around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer. And Mitsuhide could only chuckle, pressing another kiss against your left temple as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

“Now, apologies for the sudden curiosity, but I would like to know the terms of endearment men use in your time-”

His arms rested loosely around your waist, fingers clasped together at your spine. His thumbs however, had found that aching knot in the centre of your spine and pulsed gently to release the discomfort. Your lips fell into that of a content sigh, though he could still sense the racing of your pulse that only continued to rise as he continued to probe about your previous lifestyle.

Anything to hear your melodious voice, right?

But he was serious when he said he wanted to hear the terms of endearment lovers gave one another in your time. Changing names wasn’t a huge issue in his mind- people could easily be renamed, after all- but if this was what you truly desired, he would have no qualms in doing so.

After all, if his princess wasn’t happy, how could he be?

Whether or not you did mind what he called you, you responded to his question rather hesitantly. It had taken a few moments for the names to rise to your mind: You were never one to date often, preferring to seek for a ‘Mr. Right’ before going on a first date. But your friends certainly had been, and so you had recalled the various names your friends had called one another… The generic ones, of course.

Mitsuhide only hummed in response, listening closely to your words as you spoke. He would need to test these nicknames out later, gauge your responses, before continuing on.

And today seemed to be just perfectly set up for him.

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“Mitsuhide, where are you taking me?”

It was a futile question, given the smart-looking grin and the sly look in his eyes as you watched him. It was a futile question, knowing just how stubborn your man could be when he wanted to tell you next to nothing… Or when he wanted to keep it a surprise. And it certainly was a futile question as the direction he was heading in was that same, well-trekked path you usually took to his- and now your own- favourite teahouse. Yet you asked it anyway, hoping for some kind of response; any kind of response from the man who wouldn’t give in unless ordered to.

Even then you just smiled innocently beside him, all signs of your earlier anger- whatever the cause had been- dissipating with the early Springtime breeze. Your smile caught the eyes of the Azuchi citizens, as did your linked hands and the same, slight upturn of Mitsuhide’s lips. Your relationship with Mitsuhide hadn’t exactly been made public to the citizens, but the pleased state of both yourself and he was enough to assume.

And though they found it difficult to trust him, the fact that you were happy was enough.

“Come now, sweetheart.”

Tripping, you swore you had heard him wrongly.

Say what now-?

“Babe, there’s not much longer before we’re there. Did you require any assistance-?”

But you had once again zoned out. Impossible.

Granted you had your suspicions from his earlier questioning, but for him to carry it out… Your giggles and that seemingly painful blush was enough for your lover to press a gentle kiss against your burning forehead with a chuckle.

“My my, Princess. Had I known I would receive such wondrous reactions, I would’ve interrogated you earli-”

You slapped a hand over his mouth as your lips overturned into a slight pout, prompting another chuckle vibrating from that broad chest of his. And before you decided to storm off embarrassedly, you prodded him once in the chest with your alternate hand.

“Damn you, you…. stupid enemy of mine!”

Baffled, Mitsuhide couldn’t comprehend the term. And though he had quickly come to a conclusion that you were highly embarrassed by the pet name, he couldn’t help but grin at the irony of the name you had called him.

‘My enemy’… How fitting…

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“Nooo~… Stop calling me those nicknames already!”

You see, as much as you enjoyed being called these names, there was that dilemma you had foreseen: That furious blush you had first made appear on your face several days ago had not yet faded, thanks to the sudden change in nicknames, and now you were actively avoiding your boyfriend. Naturally, with a man like Mitsuhide and his string of spies, hiding yourself was near-impossible and so here you were in the middle of a War Council, ‘hiding’ yourself in Hideyoshi’s right shoulder- much to Mitsuhide’s chagrin.

Face also buried in your hands, you pressed your forehead against the green haori you made for Nobunaga’s right-hand man. The man in question, however, just reached over his shoulder with his left hand and ruffled your hair comfortingly while Masamune and Nobunaga remained curled in hysterics, though the latter was somewhat closer to Mitsunari’s giggles.

Somewhat.

Ieyasu’s mutters didn’t help either. As grumpy as he usually was, the mild ramblings of “What a waste of time” and “Foolish couples” only spurred on Masamune’s laughter, the latter having had the timely luck of positioning himself beside the porcupine-like male.

“But sugar,” Mitsuhide continued, grinning, “Seeing your face simply brightens my day! Won’t you show it to me?”

“Nooo~”

If anything, your face was now pressed almost painfully against Hideyoshi’s back. As for how out of character Mitsuhide was, both you and he could honestly care less. If there was just one thing you could choose at this moment in time, it would be for your lover to stop calling you those sugary-sweet nicknames he knew you would never become accustomed to.

“Come now, Mitsuhide,” Hideyoshi began, shaking his head with an unmissable frown, “Surely that’s enough teasing?”

And the said male just chuckled, agreeing with the rhetorical question as reaching over to coax you from your ‘hidden’ position with the brush of his fingers to your hair and nape.

“Princess? Will you accept this humble soul’s apology-?”

But if you had anything against it, it was lost to the pearls of laughter and your trembling shoulders from Mitsuhide’s words. Just what part of him had a ‘humble soul’ again? As far as you were concerned, he was the most unorthodox warlord of them all… In his own way. (You had to admit, all the warlords you knew were unorthodox in their unique way.) I mean, how often do you see warlords carry out tortures on their own will? How often do you see warlords tease the way he does?

Mitsuhide was everything but ‘a humble soul’.

“Mitsuhide- love-” you wheezed between breaths of laughter, “Stop. Just stop, okay?”

Slapping your knee, you had unknowingly and audibly labelled your lover with a pet name selected on your own- something only Mitsuhide knew to be a mistake of yours. (You had long claimed yourself to be unable to call him by any other name than his own, after all.) But the other warlords- luckily- hadn’t taken notice, only smiling gently at the sound of your laughter.

Yet you padded over anyway, lips still tilted upwards as a reminder of your earlier fit of giggles, landing gently in Mitsuhide’s lap.

“Welcome back, little mouse.”

Though you had chosen to sit across his lap (rather than in his lap), your arms were wrapped around his neck and your face hidden in his right shoulder. And if it weren’t for the relaxed sigh and your overly-warm breath, he would’ve imagined that crimson blush drifting against his chest as his arms wound around your own. The sigh was one of comfort, he supposed, running his fingers through your hair and untangling what was knotted. Was it perhaps something to do with that old nickname he had brought back?

Ah, he chuckled to himself, I suppose I should question that later. There are more pressing concerns here, after all.

When the warlords were finally dismissed from their posts- granted, with open laughter from Nobunaga at the speed Mitsuhide had exited the room- the golden-eyed kitsune made a beeline to your shared room carrying you princess-style. Sliding the door shut with a talented foot, he settled you down in the futon gently and joined you, sliding a large, calloused hand in your own smaller ones.

“Princess,” he greeted, pressing his lips against your intertwined hands, “Will you look at me?”

Reverting your gaze, your eyes met his own, glittering deep with thought.

“Will the princess grace me with her thoughts?”

Your lips curled into a smile as you stared at the ceiling in wonder. Sure, you were willing to share your thoughts with him, though you supposed some form of teasing was required after everything he had put you through that week.

“And why should I?”

Crossing your arms, you huffed in false irritation though the small upturn of your lips spoke wonders. Teasing him in return was all you had wished for, but your fox-eyed lover had caught sight of that grin, along with that strange sparkle in your eye of the telltale cheekiness. And he played along, intertwining his opposing hand with your own and pushing you gently down to the futon below. His lips fell upon your own, greedily kissing you breathless. Panting quietly as he slowly raised his head, he took note of the sweet blush that had once again made it’s way to the curve of your cheeks.

“I was just thinking about how I’d much rather hear your nicknames for me, rather than the ones from… Well, my time.”

Mitsuhide’s chest just rumbled as his laughter- a true one- echoed through the room and sat up, pulling you into his lap.

“Of course, princess. Anything you ask for, you’ll receive.”

Pressing his lips gently against your forehead, you hummed against his chest in satisfaction. You didn’t need any of that. Any item Hideyoshi or anything else someone had given you was easily replaceable- something you had long since learnt. But it was he, that handsome, fox-eyed man that took your breath away; both literally and figuratively. It was he who managed to steal the one thing you initially weren’t willing to give- your heart- and that, solely, was what made him irreplaceable.

“I’ll never need anything more than you.”

The gentle squeeze around your waist was more than enough to tell you how he felt.

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Bonus:

“Hm… If I recall correctly, you once called me “an enemy”. Care to elaborate? Hm?”

Cackling, your head tilted backwards as you, too, recalled the event. It was unintentional but the so-called term of endearment had suddenly come forth from the depths of your memory, prompting you to announce him as so.

There was no way in hell you would tell him just where you had learnt the name though. That much would be far too confusing for someone who knew next to nothing of modern shenanigans.

“That,” you wheezed in between words, “is a Korean pet name translated directly to Japanese.”

As Mitsuhide’s eyes narrowed playfully from opposite the table, you held your hands up in mock surrender, backing away slowly as he stood.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear-”

But it was far too late. Long, pale and calloused had reached your sides, digging and poking gently as peals of precious laughter left your lips from his form of torture, left specifically for you. Your eyes were shut tightly as tears peered through the corner of your eyes, missing the joyful grin-cross-smile on Mitsuhide’s face.

“I- oh god- I yield! Mitsuhide! I- I yield!”

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And whether for the better or for the worse, every single time Hideyoshi would proclaim your lover to be a traitor, albeit using the term ‘enemy’, you would snicker quietly, only to soon send yourself into hysterics at the sight of Mitsuhide’s lips curled upwards in that same look of amusement.

And as usual, the warlords glanced at each other utterly perplexed at the sight.

Oh, if only the warlords knew why your laughter was so sweet.

#Ikemen Sengoku #Mitsuhide #My writing #oh god this is so late #T^T #I'm so sorry guys #Request

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imagine-loki · 7 years ago

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Wedded Bliss

TITLE: Wedded Bliss CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3 AUTHOR: MaliceManaged ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Odin determined to find Loki a wife in a misguided, though somewhat well-intentioned attempt to ‘mellow him’. … RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: And so my mind memed at me at some point, and I couldn’t not. I regret nothing. XD

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Edith turned to Odin after a while, seeming to remember what he’d been saying to her after that abrupt arrival. “So, what’s this ‘important matter’ you wanted to talk to me of all people about?”

Odin glanced towards the cockpit then looked back to her. “It is a private discussion.”

“Yeah, you can just ignore he’s there; we all do,” She replied half-jokingly, earning a scoff and an amused shake of the head from the archer.

“All the same,” Odin said, a corner of his lips upturning the slightest bit.

“Suit yourself,” Edith replied with a shrug. Her eyes were drawn to Loki, who was staring at her rather intensely, or rather, she noticed with a slight frown, at a spot somewhere below her face. “Did you lose something?” She asked rather irritably.

Loki blinked and was about to retort, when he noticed that his pendant rested just barely above her cleavage, which was likely what she thought he’d been staring at, and he crossed his arms at his chest with a frown. “Don’t flatter yourself,” He snapped, “I was looking at my pendant.”

Edith fingered the pendant a bit and scoffed. “Can’t be that important, considering I just found it on the ground.”

Loki glared at her and made to get up, but Odin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Enough,” He said firmly, “We will discuss this later.”

Loki sat back with a huff and narrowed his eyes at Edith, who rolled her eyes, utterly unimpressed, and took out her phone to distract herself with for the rest of the flight. Thor looked between them then at his father, clearly sceptical of the latter’s plan working out after all. Loki had rejected every single woman who had actually wanted to be his wife; how would it work out any better with this one if that was their first impression of each other? But Odin seemed unconcerned, maybe even amused, at the exchange. Clearly his father was seeing something he wasn’t.

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When they reached Stark Tower Edith got out of the jet followed by Odin, who was flanked by Thor and a still glowering Loki, and met with Tony, who had arrived minutes before them, just outside of the doors leading in. She handed him the drive without preamble and he looked behind her at their apparent guests.

“Ah, you must be the unexpected disturbance this one mentioned. Tony Stark; and you are?”

“Odin Borson of Asgard; and these are my sons, Thor and Loki,” Odin replied, nodding to each prince respectively.

“Asgard, huh? Never heard of it.” Tony didn’t give the king a chance to reply to that before continuing wholly unconcerned. “And your business here is…?”

“Our business is with her and her alone,” Odin replied, unsure what to make of the mortal.

“Yeah? Well, your business is going to have to wait, then; we saw her first.”

“Dude; I’m not a lamp,” Edith protested, “Stop haggling over me.”

“It’s not haggling; more like arguing over custody of the family cat,” Tony countered, ruffling her hair affectionately.

Edith scoffed and swatted his hand away, smiling despite herself. “Asshole.”

“You adore it,” Tony said with a wink. “Let’s go find out what’s on this, shall we?” He asked, tossing the drive into the air and catching it before turning and walking inside.

Edith looked back at the asgardians and shrugged. “Hey, I work for a living.”

With that, she followed Tony. They walked along the halls silently, Thor taking in their surroundings curiously, having not seen midgardian architecture in several centuries. Reaching the meeting room, Edith chose a seat near the far end of the table while Tony went up to the other end of the room where Steve stood to plug in the driver. Steve eyed the new additions with a confused look as they sat but Edith waved him off and they proceeded with the debriefing once Clint joined them. Eventually the conversation turned to an enemy operative that Steve had captured, and the fact that he wasn’t talking, and Edith perked up in her seat and raised her hand as though she were in class.

“Ooh! Maybe I could-” She began, practically climbing on the table as she rested her other forearm on it and leaned forward.

“No!” All three of the Avengers interrupted at the same time, with various degrees of alarm, taking the asgardians aback.

“You guys never let me have any fun,” Edith huffed with a pout, slumping back in her seat.

“Edie; your idea of fun is illegal in most countries,” Tony countered.

“Not… all of it…”

“You are literally banned from setting foot in Georgia for life,” Clint deadpanned.

“…This is true,” Edith conceded with a nod.

“We’ll just… wait for Nat to get back,” Steve said.

“You know, it’s kinda hurtful that you guys trust an assassin with this more than me,” Edith mock-pouted.

“That’s because the assassin doesn’t come with the risk of accidentally blowing up the prisoner,” Tony retorted unimpressed.

“It was one time!” Edith cried, throwing her hands up.

“You what??” Thor blurted incredulously.

Edith looked towards him, noting out of the corner of her eye how Loki was looking at her as though seeing her for the first time while Odin looked mildly concerned, and grinned somewhat abashedly. “It was a calculated risk,” She replied then shrugged a bit helplessly, “I am not good at math.”

“How…?” Thor began then thought better of it and shook his head.

“It’s a talent,” Edith chimed happily with a smile.

“And that ‘talent’ is why nobody wants you on the 63rd floor,” Tony added, and while Edith’s smile didn’t falter she did blush at the reminder.

“Dare we ask?” Odin spoke up.

“Let’s just say she’s a menace and never leave her near anything flammable, and just leave it at that,” Steve quickly replied, not wanting to give Tony the chance to go off on a tangent about that incident again.

“Really?” Loki said thoughtfully.

“Don’t even think about it,” Odin warned. Loki raised his hands in surrender with an entirely too innocent expression and Odin narrowed his eye at him, not believing it for a moment. He sighed and turned to Edith. “If your business here is concluded; I would prefer to speak with you about why we are here sooner than later.”

Edith turned to Tony and Steve, and the latter shrugged. “Not much else we can do here until Nat gets back.”

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Edith stared back at Odin blankly for a long moment after he finished speaking, then blinked, opened her mouth and closed it again, frowned, looked down and furrowed her brows a bit, looked back up at him and opened her mouth and closed it again, and finally shook her head sharply.

“What?” She finally asked.

Odin sighed somewhat impatiently. “I enchanted the pendant you found to-”

“No, I got that part,” She interrupted, to his consternation, “I just… what?”

“I realise this is sudden-”

“Now, whatever gave you that idea?”

“But if you let me-”

“You just show up out of nowhere - a complete stranger -”

“Child, if you would just-”

“And expect me just drop everything-”

“Listen to me, I will-”

“To marry another complete stranger-”

“Enough!” Odin half roared, causing Edith to take a step back with a start and reach down to one of her belt pouches.

“Would you like me to alert the others, Miss Matthews?” JARVIS’ voice sounded suddenly in the room, surprising the asgardians. In truth, Edith knew the others had already been alerted; the question was in fact intended to let her know they were on their way.

“Thanks, JARVIS, but I’m good,” She replied honestly, letting her hand drop back to her side.

“I apologise; it was not my intention to frighten you,” Odin said after a moment. Edith gave him a sceptical look and he sighed. “Perhaps we could start over?”

Edith narrowed her eyes at the king, staring for a long moment, then shrugged. “Don’t see what good it’ll do, but sure.”

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