#because on one hand Thor would get with Loki -- according to current continuity -- right after Jane's death first of all

[worstloki]

How would you feel if somehow Thorki becomes canon in mcu (not the subtexts) personally I'd throw up

listen. listen to me carefully. it would be SO funny

[swan-of-sunrise]

Ragnarok (Chapter Four)

Summary: The arrival of Baby Rogers manages to bring two unlikely friends even closer.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for childbirth, nothing super graphic but it’s still there

A/N: This was a strange chapter to write lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Four (Previous Chapter)

“You’re in what?!”

The mixture of shock and horror on Loki’s face perfectly mirrored what (Y/N) was currently experiencing; the moment she confirmed that her water had broken, she rushed out of the bedroom to their chambers’ common area where her new Asgardian friend was lounging on a sofa and engrossed in reading a leather-bound book. Although she’d only known Loki for a single day, she noticed that he tended to hide his true feelings behind a mask of self-assuredness so seeing his actual emotions on full display added to her ever-growing anxiety.

“In labor, Loki, I’m in labor; those Braxton-Hicks contractions I’ve been feeling all day must’ve been real contractions, so I’ve actually been in labor for a few hours now.” Her agitation grew as she watched Loki stand and begin pacing the floor with his brow furrowed in concentration. “Hey, I’m kind of freaking out right now so could you please stop doing whatever the hell you’re doing and get over here?”

Loki didn’t react to her words, continuing his pacing as he spoke to himself, “This wasn’t part of the plan…”

Easing herself down onto the sofa, (Y/N) couldn’t help but huff out a humorless laugh. “Talk about the understatement of the century. So, how are we going to steal one of the Grandmaster’s ships and get off this planet? I was thinking that we-”

“We can’t leave.” The Asgardian finally looked up and over at her. “Mortal, even if I could get my hands on the access codes to the Grandmaster’s ships tonight and choose the one that’ll withstand travel through a volatile cosmic gateway, it could possibly take days to reach Midgard.”

“That’s a chance we’ll have to take, because there’s no way in hell that I’m delivering this baby anywhere else but in a hospital on Earth with actual doctors and-!” At that moment, the sharp tightening of a contraction made her squeeze her eyes shut in pain. “Holy shit, ow!” She began one of the breathing exercises she remembered learning in her birthing classes, her shoulders sagging in relief when the pain eventually faded away. “O-Okay, that’s better now…” Opening her eyes, she took in her companion’s arched brow and tilted head. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“Because you just demonstrated that you’re perfectly capable of delivering a baby without your Midgardian doctors and hospitals.” (Y/N) blinked in surprise at Loki’s matter-of-factness and was a little shocked by how easy it was to see his overall point. In the six months she’d known about the pregnancy, she’d read every book on pregnancy that she could get her hands on, watched dozens of medical videos and attended all the birthing classes that her doctors had recommended to her; her regular check-ups and ultrasounds showed that the baby was developing well and according to her doctors, she was perfectly healthy to deliver the baby. “Sakaar might not be the most ideal place to give birth, but right now it’s the only option you have.”

(Y/N)’s hands smoothed over her bump and after taking a moment to think it over, she reluctantly nodded. “All right, but if I’m going to do this here then I’ll need to think up a new birth plan…”

“While I was growing up, my mother would often assist the midwives in the city and failed in convincing me to join her; now that I’m older, I wish I’d taken her up on her offers.”

Thor’s offhand comments back in Greenwich Village sparked an idea in (Y/N)’s mind and she looked back up at Loki with a brow raised in inquiry. “Your mother took you with her whenever she’d go and help out the midwives in town, didn’t she?”

“Y-Yes, she did, but how did you-?”

“I’ve also got an older brother and if he didn’t want to go somewhere, my mom usually took me instead.” With great difficulty, she stood and gestured down at herself. “If I’m prepared to deliver a baby, then you’re more than ready to help me do it.”

To her surprise, Loki didn’t wrinkle his nose in disgust or immediately launch into a tirade of complaints like she assumed he would; his blue-green eyes filled with nervous apprehension and his voice was uncharacteristically soft when he finally spoke. “You’d trust me to help deliver your baby…why?”

“Because right now, Loki, you’re the closest thing to a friend I’ve got,” (Y/N) answered truthfully, a hint of a smile on her face as she raised her hand and pointed to the golden ring he’d created with his magic. “Allies, remember?”

The Asgardian’s furrowed brow smoothed out as he returned her smile and nodded. “All right, mortal, allies. Now, we should begin brainstorming a new birth plan before the captain’s spawn decides to arrive…”

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Eighteen hours. Eighteen long, uncomfortable and downright tormenting hours of labor had led to the moment when (Y/N) could finally begin pushing. Labor hadn’t been as awful as she feared it would be, though; Loki’s magic worked just as well as any epidural and her companion had done a wonderful job distracting her from the painless yet strange-feeling contractions, telling her about the universe and describing all the places he’d visited in his travels. Upon discovering that she’d gone into labor, the Grandmaster ordered his personal healers to their chambers and proved to them both that they’d managed to earn his favor; they mainly stayed in the background, fetching her cups of ice chips or cool towels for her sweat-covered brow, since she wasn’t entirely comfortable with their presence in the room.

“You doing this on purpose or something, lemon drop?” (Y/N) bemoaned, flopping back against the mound of pillows behind her and clutching her bump while she struggled to regain her breath; there was no pain, but she could feel the intense pressure of each contraction and how each push was tiring her. “Goddammit, this sucks! When are they going to get the hell out?!”

Kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, Loki glanced up with an amused smirk. “If they’re anything like their father, then I’m sure that they’re waiting to make a rather dramatic entrance.”

While Loki chuckled at his own quip, her eyes suddenly stung with unshed tears; she’d been struggling to avoid thinking about Steve during the eighteen hour-long ordeal but now that she was so close to delivering their little boy or girl, it was impossible to ignore her overwhelming sadness and fear. “I can’t…Loki, I can’t do this…”

The Asgardian quickly sobered, his brows knit in worry as he took in her sudden emotional shift. “Of course you can, you’ve been doing very well so far! It’ll all be over in a few more pushes.” She shook her head as her tears continued to flow and she was vaguely aware of him ordering the healers into the common area so they could speak privately. “What ails you? Are you experiencing any sort of pain?”

(Y/N) shook her head again. “I can’t do this without Steve, I-I can’t do any of this without him! What if…? What if I’m not a good enough mother?”

“Surely you must be joking,” Loki stood and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Mortal, you and I have only recently become acquainted but in that short amount of time, you’ve clearly displayed your willingness to protect your child at any cost, namely by winning over the maniacal ruler of a hostile alien planet. Your child is lucky to have a mother as caring and devoted as you and as for Captain Rogers…I’m sorry that he’s not here to support you, but you’ve gone through an entire pregnancy without him; it would stand to reason that if you accomplished all that, then you can accomplish this as well.”

Reaching over, (Y/N) rested a hand on his exposed forearm and attempted to smile in thanks as the pressure returned. “I think I need to push again…”

She wiped away any stray tears and beads of sweat as Loki summoned the healers and resumed his position at the foot of the bed; he instructed her to begin pushing and she complied, her eyes squeezing shut while her hands tightly clutched the bed-sheets. She was aware of everything going on around her but in her emotional state, she was imagining a very different scene in her mind’s eye; she was in a standard hospital room, with her doctors attending to her and a familiar hand holding hers. It was Steve’s and when she looked over at him, her partner’s encouraging smile stretched all the way to his azure eyes as his free hand softly caressed her cheek.

“C’mon, sunshine, you can do it, just one more push, baby…You’re doing so well, (Y/N), you’re almost there…”

While she clenched her jaw and her body practically shook with effort, (Y/N) pushed with everything she had. A heartbeat later, a baby’s cry pierced the air and she flopped back against the pillows, utterly exhausted and drained of energy; her eyes fluttered open in time to watch the healers finish cleaning the baby and once they’d been carefully wrapped in a blanket, one of the healers crossed the room and carefully placed the small bundle into her arms.

“Congratulations, your highnesses. You have a strong and healthy daughter.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock. “A girl, we have a little girl…” She breathed in awe before looking down at her daughter for the very first time. She’d never really been a firm believer in love at first sight – even in hers and Steve’s instance, it took over a year of talking and getting to know one another before she even entertained the notion that she’d fallen in love with the super-soldier – but as she looked down at the baby girl nestled in her arms, she knew that it was the only acceptable term for the feeling in her heart.

“Have you already chosen a name for her?”

She tore her eyes away from her daughter to look over at Loki; the Asgardian had moved to sit at the edge of the bed and was staring at the pair with a mixture of shock and awe, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe his own eyes. “I made a list of names a while ago and I had some trouble narrowing them down, but now I think I know…” Her fingers gently caressed the baby’s tiny cheek. “Carina. A space-related name seems fitting for her and I’ve always loved spotting that constellation whenever I’ve gone star-gazing. And I was thinking Lorraine for her middle name; Steve told me once that it was the name his mother would’ve named him if he was a girl.” The newly-named Carina squirmed in her arms as her eyes slowly opened and (Y/N) was instantly reminded of a familiar, rather-fitting song:

And you can tell everybody this is your song. It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done…I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is now you’re in the world…

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Carina Lorraine Rogers-(Y/L/N).”

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“Do you ever want to have kids in the future?”

(Y/N) and Steve were laying on their backs on the roof of her new Brooklyn home, their eyes trained on the starry sky above them as they held hands and talked about whatever came to mind. It had been about three months since Siberia and it was the first time Steve had been able to visit her since going on the run with Sam, Natasha and Wanda; it was a peaceful way of spending the evening with him, but she couldn’t help but think about how limited their time was.

Beside her, Steve let out a thoughtful hum. “Back before the war, a family and stability was all I ever wanted but when I came out of the ice to a world I barely recognized, I began to think that maybe those things weren’t meant for me and that the guy who wanted all that had been lost in the ice. But that all changed when I met you, sunshine; you reminded me that I’m still that same guy and in your own special way, you showed me that even a man out of time was deserving of a happy ending.” They looked away from the sky at the same time and Steve’s azure eyes filled with apprehension as he slowly asked, “What about you?”

“I wouldn’t mind having a couple of kids someday, but only if I can have them with you.” She smiled, scooting over and pressing a kiss to his forehead before resting her head on his shoulder. “It’s nice that the city lights haven’t blocked out all of the stars, isn’t it? Look, there’s Centaurus and off to the side is Carina…”

The super-soldier’s head moved to rest against hers. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. We’re going to be amazing parents someday, you know…”

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A/N: It was neck-in-neck for a while there but at the end of the day, more people wanted Baby Rogers to be a girl! Next chapter will start connecting back to the film, which means that Thor’s on his way lol Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter Five

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@the-fandoms-georgie

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷     A CURSE, natasha romanoff.

pairing: natasha romanoff x gn!asgardian!reader. genre: drabble with HELLA ANGST. warnings: character death + endgame spoilers. a/n: set in endgame. this made me cry lol. hopefully you guys enjoy it. i took a different approach to this so, hopefully it’s still enjoyable! also, reader is the asgardian god/dess of war :p  inspo: poem + another love (slowed down) by tom odell.

                         12 HOURS PRIOR.

     "SO YOU’RE GOING BACK TO ASGARD, HUH?” natasha asked as she approached you, offering a peanut butter sandwich as she straddles your lap while taking a bite of her own peanut butter sandwich. you decline it, which only makes her shrug her shoulders and continue to take a bite out of both before snaking her arms around your neck.

   “you’re doing the thing again.” 

   “i’m not doing the thing again.”

   “yes you are! you’re doing the ‘i’m a big bad asgardian whose forming a strategic plan on how to conquer a planet’ face.” she teases, mimicking said facial expression as you roll your eyes (almost) half tempted to throw her onto the couch you were sitting on. you know, for dramatics. 

   “just worried that someone will spot us. you know, with thor and i’s status and the talking, uh,” you trail off, canting your head a bit as natasha corrects you with an infectious laugh. “a raccoon.”

   “yeah, a raccoon. i could only hope that everything goes according to plan and that we manage to retrieve the Aether.”

   “you’re a horrible liar.” 

   “gods do not lie.” 

   “there’s a first time for everything honey.” 

   it’s your turn to laugh now, hands resting at the small of her back as you take in a breath. leave it to natasha to see right through you. “it will be hard going back.” you can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence and natasha doesn’t force you. she only brings her hands to your face to trace soothing circles against your cheeks, offering that reassuring smile that had pulled you from some of your darkest times.

   “ — i know. i could only imagine what it would feel like going back home.” 

   you scoff, lips pursed as you look over her features, mirroring her smile. “you are.” 

   and she doesn’t understand it - not at first. you loved asgard. it was your home. in another lifetime though. you’ve grown to learn that asgard isn’t a place - asgard is it’s people, traditions - the will and strength to continue on in dire stances (kind of like now). but natasha, natasha was your home now. even if she wasn’t a place. she loved you inside and out. she didn’t see the god(dess) of war or the commander. she saw you, for you. the raw product of fighting battles that weren’t yours to begin with. 

   natasha saw you as someone who was forced a blade and told to fight. so maybe, the two of you are one in the same - just weapons to a cause. maybe that’s why she loved you. maybe that’s what attracted her to begin with, the ‘shared life experience’. she doesn’t know what it’s like being someone of your status - but she does know what it’s like to have your childhood stolen.

   and it hits her. you were referring to her. “i’m nothing compared to asgard.” her tone is a bit more serious now. 

   “you’re the liar now.” you tease, quickly stealing a kiss as natasha rolls her eyes. 

   “i’m serious. the way you talk about it—”

   “someone once told me that home is not a place. it’s where you feel safe and loved - it’s something you feel in here,” you poke at the place where her heart is, a childlike grin on your face as natasha rolls her eyes. again. if only the others could see how corny you truly were.

   and now it’s her turn to remain quiet, fingers trailing your tired features as the two of you sat there in silence. it isn’t until you pull at the ends of her hair that she finally says something to you (but it’s not directed at you, she’s just rambling at this point).

   “i’m not - i’m flattered but i can’t.. i just —”

   “baby,” you cut her off, taking your free hand and using it to turn her attention to you, offering her a soft smile as you laughed at her sudden ‘flustered’ expression. it’s amusing the effect you have on her - even after all these years. “you are my home. i feel safe when i’m with you. i am at my happiest when we are together. home is wherever i am with you. i love thor. i loved the king and queen. i loved asgard and my people, but it was never my home. asgard took everything from me and you, natasha, are the one who helped me see that i am more than what odin forced me to be.” 

                        4 HOURS PRIOR.

    “DON’T BE A HERO TWINKLETOES,” you warned, pointing an accusing finger in her direction as she holds up her hands in her defense as the two of you walked up to the platform. you let out a very audible sigh as natasha takes ahold of your hands and starts to make a very hushed sly comment on how the suit doesn’t do your hands justice. it makes you blush which prompts another comment on how natasha has more bragging points because she’s made the actual god(dess) of war blush.

   “love.”

   “lips are sealed honey,” natasha even ‘zips’ her lips and hands you the imaginary key, giving you a small wink.

   “try not to miss me too much, yeah?” you teased, brows raised as you tried to lighten the mood.

   “tell me about asgard when you get back?” natasha asked, taking a quick step to close the distance in between the two of you as you take a quick glance at thor and the ‘talking racoon’. you wonder if thor could handle it - in his current state, you think he might cry more than you would going back. 

   “natasha,” you begin, taking in a breath as you try to calm your emotions. do you tell her? do you not tell her? do you wait until all of this is over? do you do it now? your mind is working at the speed of light - it’s almost amusing how someone like you seems to get tongue twisted in a situation like this. you’re older now. much more wiser than you were in your last relationship. you’re a commander. a god(ddes) even. yet you couldn’t do something so simple as getting down on your knee? why hadn’t you done it before when it was the two of you? make it more.. intimate?

   “the suspense is killing me.” 

   “i love you,” it’s rushed and you’re laughing to mask the fear in your voice. “in this lifetime and the next.” 

   “don’t get all soft on me now,” she jokes, leaning in to press a kiss against your cheek. 

   “don’t take to long, remember, we have to check out the house in the mountains.” you remind her as she leans in for a kiss. 

   “until the sun grows cold, [yourname].” 

   “—and the stars grow old,” you finished, taking your place between her and steve, eyeing the both of them before turning your attention to the center of the room.

   “i’ll see you in a minute baby.”

                       2 HOURS PRIOR.

     “I WANTED TO GIVE HER the ring my mother put in basket, before she passed.” you tell your queen, a sigh leaving your parted lips as you hear both frigga and thor laugh at your sudden confession. you’re almost tempted to kick the back of her son’s knee, but, you settle for a small grunt instead, pursing your lips into a thin line.

   you loved natasha. and she loved you. not because you were some commander who’s led asgard into battle or worked as a council to odin. not because you’ve led asgard into victories or because men and women alike still pray to you before they go off into battle - 

   she loved you. the version of you that would walk the shorelines and keep a small jar of shells on your nightstand. the you that would tell her stories of all the universes you have traveled or of the stars you’ve slept under. the you that would take your time to braid her the way frigga would braid yours.

   “so why haven’t you?”

   “—you know why.” you answered. there’s a flicker of emotion in your eyes that frigga knows all too well, a gentle hand is placed against your cheek as you have to fight to not lean into. frigga wasn’t your mother - not biologically at least. but she’s watched you grow up. she’s watched you fight and tended to your wounds. she’s watched you fall apart and put yourself back together the day you lost a piece of yourself and went off again into battle. 

   you’ve spent your entire life fighting wars that weren’t yours. devoting lifetimes to a cause that you cared little for. you couldn’t remember the last time you had done something for yourself (the only reason you had came to earth to begin with, was to back up thor and retrieve loki). would it be wrong to do something for yourself for once? to live a life that wasn’t paved for you? to move on and let go of your previous lives?

   “you deserve more than what you’ve been given [your name]. please do not let your past keep you from spending the rest of your life they way you have chosen.”

   before you can respond - thor gives you a thumbs up, a way to tell you that he agrees with you. the two of you, were all that was left of your old home (besides valkyrie but, she hadn’t experienced what you and thor had) and you felt like you owed it to both frigga and odin to protect the only son they had left - 

   “the two of you will do great things. and i’m sure you have stories to tell me, but you are here to fix your future. not mine.” she tells you and thor, bringing the two of you in for one last embrace as you bury your face into her shoulder one last time. it’s bittersweet - she might not have been your mother by birthright but she was the closest thing you had to one. and it was painful to bid her goodbye again.

   “take care of each other. i love you. the both of you.”

                      2 HOURS AFTER.

     YOU’RE ENTIRE BODY IS NUMB. you’ve listened to thor’s plan on getting her back. you’ve listened to their cries and complaints - not once, not once had you spoken. you didn’t need to ask clint anything. you knew. you felt it. it felt like your heart had stopped beating - even if it was for just a few seconds. you knew. and there was no way you could bring her back. the guilt ridden archer had tried to approach you (as everyone else did) and you said nothing. your hands remained in your pockets as you looked out over the waters.

   asgard had fallen. half of the universe. loki. heimdall. frigga and odin. hela. and now natasha. you don’t think you’d ever love again - not the way you loved natasha. 

   “[your name],” he approaches with caution, hands held up in his defense as he tries to get a feel of what your current mood was. which is why he keeps his distance at first (and honestly he thinks you might conjure up a weapon and throw it at him) but you say nothing. you can’t find the right words to express the pain in your chest - 

   “whatever we need to do to get her back. we will do it. together. you have my word.” he tells you, taking a few more steps until he’s only a few centimeters in front of you now. and still, you say nothing. 

   “it’s different,” you managed to say, biting at the inside of your cheek as you avoid the blonde’s gaze. “it feels like - it feels like, a part of me is missing. almost as if i am no longer whole.” 

   and he knows better than to interrupt you, if this is your moment to release your grief - he’d be here. whether it be your punching bag, your shoulder to cry on or ear to listen. he would be there - just like you had been there for him all the times before.

   “i told her not to be the hero. i told her not to be the hero and she did it anyways - that’s my job. i’m the one who’s capable of healing. not her. she sacrificed herself knowing - knowing she wouldn’t come back.” you felt she was being selfish but deep down inside, you knew the reason why she had done it. and you would eventually come to terms with it but today was not that day. 

                    16 HOURS AFTER.

     “NATASHA WANTED ME TO GIVE—she wanted me to give this to you,” he chokes in the middle of his sentence, a closed fist is placed in your direction as wanda gives you a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder. you can’t manage to find the words not yet. you had spent the past day in a half trying to pick up whatever pieces of yourself remained. you knew you would outlive natasha - it’s a conversation that was very prominent in the relationship but never did you think it would be this soon.

   when the cool metal reaches your calloused palms, you could feel your heart being ripped from your chest. you laugh. not because the funeral or the situation is funny but because it’s ironic. ironic how the two of you had the same idea yet neither of you would get to  biting at the inside of you cheek as you reached in your pocket to take out the ring you were meant to give her. it’s ironic how the two of you both had the same idea - 

   “she said something. ‘with a love that shall not die—’”

   “’till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old,” you’re shaking your head now, raising the ring into the light to reveal the words: until the next, engraved in it. it’s a real tear-jerker - you aren’t sure what’s keeping you from doubling over and screaming to whatever listened that you needed to have her back. it wasn’t fair. why is it that the universe had to be so cruel to you once more? was the loss of your home? your people? your first love? had that not been enough? had you not suffered enough?

   but you couldn’t. you couldn’t bring yourself to cry. not anymore. “i guess this is my curse. maybe gods do not get happy endings.”

                    3 DAYS LATER.

     “WILL YOU BE JOINING ME?” asked thor as the two of you overlooked new asgard. thor, who had his arms behind his back, turns to you to take in your new look. his eyes trail to the necklace (wanda had gifted you a small chain to wear both of the rings you and natasha were meant to gift to each other). you keep your arms folded across your chest, taking in the view one last time before turning to the god, a sad smile evident on your tired face.

   “not this time i’m afraid your grace.” you replied, clearing your throat as you tried to find the right words to explain to him what lied ahead of you. “there’s a woman i must find. i sent my crows to aid the search but until then.. natasha and i were looking at a home, in the mountains, you know? we were going to get a dog and all that.” 

   “oh.” 

   “but i’m never too far. you know that.” 

   “i know. but it’s time we start forging our own fates isn’t it?” 

   you chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss against his forehead, a gesture that was very common in between the two of you. one that’s quickly followed by a bone crushing hug - 

   “be kind to yourself [your name]. i will be fine.”

   “and you to yourself as well. the crows will always watch over you thor.” 

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No Cause For Alarm

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Loki blames himself when you get hurt on a mission. Thor is convinced that the only way to ease his guilt is for him to confess his feelings for you, so he and Peter hatch a plan to get Loki to do just that. Warnings: none I think; a little angst but mainly fluff

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Loki paced in the waiting area of the hospital wing, anxiously awaiting when the doctor would come out with some information on you. His heart was pounding in his chest, living in the moment of the accident. You’d been on a mission together, supposedly just for reconnaissance, but before long you had to engage in combat. Not that you hadn’t been prepared for things to go that way, per se; it was just overwhelming. Naturally, anytime one spends in the field should be trademarked by a preparedness for things to go south. It's just that your intel had been off, or else the enemy agents had been alerted you were coming. There was supposed to be five guys, max, and only two of them there for muscle. Instead, you were met with nearly thirty burly men, all armed with guns. Though you could protect yourself, you were terribly outnumbered. Loki had done his best to protect you against the impossible odds, but he had failed. And now you were hurt.

“How are they?” he asked as soon as the doctor appeared, fear creeping into his voice.

“They’re going to be fine. The left leg is broken,” they replied, showing Loki the x-ray. “It should heal in about two months.”

“With checkups, of course? To make sure it’s healing properly?” Loki questioned, concerned for your recovery, not even realizing how much he was overreacting.

“Yes. And as I’m sure you know, the Tower is fully handicap-accessible, so you don’t need to worry about them getting around.”

“Good. May I go in and see them?”

The doctor gave him the all clear and pointed in the direction of your room. He hesitated a second before knocking on the door, afraid you’d be angry or disappointed with him. Currently, he felt both of those things toward himself, and he certainly deserved that and much worse after what happened to you.

“Come in,” you called, voice muffled by the door.

“Hello,” he said in a soft voice after slowly pushing open the door. “I am certain I am the last person you want to see right now, but I have to tell you how sorry I am.”

“Loki,” you laughed, an amused smile making its way on your face, though you were trying hard to suppress it. “Cut the doom and gloom. I’m fine, it’s just a broken leg. I’ve been through worse.”

“That may very well be, but this is my fault.”

“No, it’s not. Don’t do that to yourself,” you argued, more distressed by his emotional conflict than your physical pain. “This was the fault of those Hydra agents, whose, I might add, asses we absolutely whooped!”

Loki couldn’t understand your upbeat attitude, but it gave him enough courage to go to your bedside rather than lurking by the door. He knelt down next to you and rested his head on the bed. You played with his hair as you waited for him to say that he forgives himself, ready to reassure him again that it wasn’t his fault. The way you were methodically braiding and unbraiding a few locks of his hair helped him focus on calming down.

“I should have protected you,” he whispered, unable to let the notion go.

“But you did protect me, Loki,” you responded gently, cupping his face. “You did.”

“Ok,” he said after a shaky breath. “If that is what you truly believe, then I will drop it.”

Though he relented, you could still see the remorse in his eyes. He knew you didn’t want him tearing himself apart over this, but he couldn’t help it.

“Good,” was all you whispered, not wanting to upset either of you any further.

Loki opened his mouth to say something else to you, but it was drowned out by Thor’s thundering voice as he burst into the room. Peter followed behind him and they were both carrying balloons and other get-well gifts for you.

“Greetings!” Thor boomed. “How are you feeling?”

Loki hurriedly stood up, not wanting to be caught in this intimate moment with you, regardless of the fact that his brother already knew how he felt. He’d done his best to hide it, but the God of Thunder noticed his longing glances sent your way. According to Thor, you felt the same way, but it was just based on observations he made. Without verbal confirmation from you, Loki would never believe it. After all, why would you like him of all people?

“Pretty good, all things considered,” you answered, shifting your position as much as you could.

“Make sure you take it easy, though,” Peter cautioned, knowing how hyper-active you could be. “You don't want to hurt it more.”

“I know, I know. Jeez, you all need to lighten up.”

You continued to talk with your new visitors and Loki snuck away as to avoid the bright atmosphere that clashed with his gloomy one. Thor noticed and followed him out, stopping him in the hall.

“Brother,” he asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, “what is the matter?”

“They will not admit it, but it is my fault that they are injured.”

“I have already read the mission report, and that is not what happened. You are just thinking this way because of your feelings for them.”

“Don’t patronize me, brother,” he said, jerking away. “You were not there. You do not know what happened.”

“Perhaps if you confessed your feelings, this guilt could clear up.”

“Enough, Thor. Please. Leave me alone.”

Loki stalked off to his room to brood in silence. How could everyone else be so flippant toward such a grave matter? Though, he supposed he did do everything in his power to keep you safe. Still, it wasn’t enough. He resolved to make it up to you any way you would allow. Later, he would go back to your room to take care of you, but right now he knew the best thing to do was stay away.

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A little over a week later, Loki was still doting on you, though you had almost convinced him that your current predicament was not his fault in the slightest.  To be honest, you were a little overwhelmed by the attention he was giving you and wished he’d ease up a little.

“Honestly, Loki, don’t worry. I can handle it,” you chided when he put his arms out as if to catch you when you’d barely even stumbled. “I have the hang of it.”

“I am sure that you do, but one can never be too careful,” Loki scolded right back.

Both of you glared at each other for a minute before laughing. You knew he meant well, and he was doing his best to relax a little, so you shrugged it off.

“I guess you’re right. And, it’s nice to know that if I do fall, you’ll be there to catch me.”

Then you took the weight off your crutches and tipped toward him. Immediately, his arms shot back out and encompassed your body, pressing you to his strong chest. You relaxed against him as he hugged your frame tightly.

Meanwhile, across the room, Thor was watching the scene with sorrow. He was about ready to punch a wall when you laughed at something his brother whispered in your ear. It frustrated him to no end that Loki would not admit how he truly felt. For the love of all things good, you could not have more obviously returned his affections.

“Mr. Thor, are you ok?” Peter asked, wondering why the blonde god was standing off to the side, clenching his fists and muttering to himself.

“No. Can you keep a secret, spiderchild?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, wide-eyed.

“See, it is about Loki,” Thor whispered, leaning in conspiratorially and nodding toward where he was standing with you. “Look over there. They are in love, but they will not admit it!”

“Well, what if we created a situation that brings them so close together, they have to?”

“An intriguing idea. But what situation would that be?”

Peter started racking his brain, casually leaning back to rest against the wall. The only problem was he misjudged the distance and ended up flailing for something to grab onto as he fell back. Thor went to help him, but moved too late, and Peter somehow managed to pull the fire alarm.

“Spiderchild you’re a genius!” Thor shouted over the blaring siren.

“Oh, yeah. I meant to do that,” Peter said with a nervous laugh.

Knowing there was no real danger, the pair stayed and watched as Loki scooped you up in his arms and took off towards the nearest exit. They followed him down the levels of the Tower, eventually being met with a mob of people trying to flee the building. About halfway down, Loki teleported to safety with you, nervous that there would be too many people to get you out in time. By the time Peter and Thor stepped outside, the alarms had been shut off and Tony was talking to you and Loki.

“Are you sure there’s no danger?” they heard you inquire as they neared the spot where you were standing.

“No fires detected,” F.R.I.D.A.Y responded through the tablet in Tony’s hand.

“No malfunctions either. Someone tripped it manually,” Tony added, pointing at the offending alarm on the system map he was looking at.

Thor and Peter halted their progress toward you, and began to turn around. Not before Loki had spotted them, though.

“Were not the two of you standing by this location?” he asked as everyone else was told it was safe to return to the building.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Peter faked, thinking quick. “That’s kind of a confusing map.”

Thor agreed with Peter and, when it was obvious they weren’t going to say anything else, Loki magicked the group back up to the spot where they had been. After setting you on a chair for a second, he went to retrieve your crutches, which you had abandoned during your escape.

“Oh, this alarm,” Peter said in his best shocked tone. “I guess we may have been in the general vicinity.”

“Yes, it really was very hard to tell on that tablet,” Thor added.

“Honestly tell me, did you guys set it off?” Tony interrogated them, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I need to know for safety reasons.”

“Yes,” they sighed, finally telling the truth.

“But it was by accident,” Peter added. “Kind of.”

“What do you mean ‘kind of’ spiderling?” Loki asked with growing suspicion.

And then Thor realized that the only situation that would make them own up to their feelings was to call them out on it. So, he told the story of how he and Peter were scheming and ended up triggering the alarm. Tony walked away, muttering about how he was the only sane one in the whole Tower. Loki, on the other hand, was partly furious, partly amused. You, however, were mainly just the latter.

“Listen, it’s a sweet gesture, but an unnecessary one,” you told them.

“It is true. You see, I have already confessed my love.”

Peter happily gasped and started clapping his hands while Thor’s jaw dropped. He stood there for a minute before Loki’s words sank in. Once the surprise wore off, he grabbed Loki in a bear-hug, then gave you a considerably gentler one, being mindful of your injury.

“This is wonderful news, brother! But why did you not tell me?” he asked with sad puppy-dog eyes.

“It is a recent development.”

“Yeah. We were going to tell everyone at dinner tomorrow,” you contributed.

“See Mr. Thor, it’s all good. And now we can celebrate.”

“Indeed! We can have a party tonight,” Thor excitedly said, already making preparations in his mind.

“Not so fast, Thor,” Loki interjected. “It is lovely that we are all happy, yes, but you must stop meddling in my personal life.”

Then he scooped you up and swept you away from the room before Thor had the chance to argue. He should have stuck around, though, because there was no one to stop Thor from beginning to plan your wedding.

[the-wiresmarvelau]

T.H.E. W.I.R.E.S.

Peter and his Friends are allowed to design the compound and couldn’t help but riddle it with secret tunels and hallways. While Peter installs said hallways he makes some new acquaintences who he has to help and gets help from.

Chapter 1 chapter 3

Chapter 4: arrangements 1

It was a quiet day at the palace.

There was no feast in preparation, no troops being gathered for a war and the days of children running around, playing catch or practicing with swords were long gone.

Outside the sun warmed their stone benches and the garden bloomed even more colourful than the bifröst.

On days like these Frigga couldn’t help but miss her children even more than usual.

Back when her boys had been younger, she used to spend hours with them in the gardens. Keeping an eye on Thor playing swords with the warriors three while Loki read to her or practiced shapeshifting, or sewing, or playing the harp.

The ravenette’s interests were everchanging and she had always encouraged him exploring all he possibly could.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned to the side, resting her head on the window frame. Halting her hands in their persistent movements of her embroidery.

‘Ironic how the most beautiful days are the saddest nowadays’ She thought.

After a few moments of revisiting memories of days like this spent outside, she felt the space behind her shift in a familiar way.

Immediately, she knew what it was.

Everyone uses the flows of magic differently, leaving signatures in the atmosphere which can be interpreted by experienced magicians or sorcerers.

“I should have figured you’d find a way” She said, a smile playing on her lips. “You never liked to stay put for long.”

Only after she had finished her sentence did she turn around.

The moment she lay eyes on her precious little boy however, she was stopped dead in her tracks.

There he was. Kneeling in the middle of the room, looking up at her like he used to do all those centuries ago.

But his chest was baren and littered with bruises and abrasions.

Every single rib was visible and his hands were shaking. The worst though was his face.

Bloody hair fell into his eyes and a silver wire was holding his mouth closed.

For the most part at least… A few of the stitches had ripped through his lips completely; leaving it sliced open in multiple places.

Of course, she was aware of her son’s reputation to lie and trick around.

He had never lied to her though.

He had kept many secrets, but had never lied to her; never tricked her.

A single tear slipped down her cheek. The cooling sensation, grounding her back into reality.

She slid down from her place at the windowsill, fighting for something.. anything to say

“I didn’t know.” was all she managed in the end.

The eyes of the illusion became soft and he inclined his head in a way that she knew meant that he was aware of that. It had always been common for him to be unwilling to speak while concentrating on something.

“How can I make this ri-ght?” she asked, looking at him for guidance.

Loki barely ever did something without thinking of the next step.

Not only that but he was also at least as much renowned for his ability to find ways out of seemingly impossible situations as he was for playing tricks.

“I found help on Midgard.” His voice announced. Right after, his illusion changed to that of a young, curly haired boy.

In the voice of this boy, he continued. “He calls himself ‘Spiderman’ and seems to be some kind of hero on his world, he agreed to find a place for me to stay. I told him to wait for you to tell him when and where to meet. You should find him in New York”

His mother nodded. “Leave the rest to me. I will get you out of there; But try to rest now, we can’t have you dying this close.”

He gave a single nod before disappearing, leaving his mother alone with her thoughts.

Frigga closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath.

She should have known.

Since the beginning, Odin had been harsher towards Loki than to Thor or even other children. Spending less time with him and criticising him a lot.

When she was with them, she would always step in and with time her husband seemed to accept his son a little more… but it still didn’t sit quite right with her.

If she had just listened to her instincts.

Now it was apparent that there was something going on behind her back; and she should have known.

From the way the ravenette shrunk back whenever his adoptive father raised his voice and his reluctance to speak to him.

She should have known seeing the way Loki sometimes looked at the man with hatred on his face and from the many secrets he held.

After a few moments of wallowing in self-doubt and reproaches she pulled herself together.

Her beloved son was right. Nowhere in Asgard would he be safe; she just had to make sure that on Midgard, he would be.

With that in mind, she made her way to Heimdall.

Everyone who could find out about him had to be in the know of his circumstances.

He knew.

The moment she arrived on earth; Stephen knew that she did.

If it wasn't for the gigantic shifts in the magical currents around him, then it would have been his cloak's excited flapping and tugging in the direction of the door.

Not that he still used them much nowadays, portals were a lot more practical.

A sigh escaped his lips and he finished the protection spell he was currently putting over one of the new artefacts he had acquired.

Well aware, that such a powerful spell was easily detected by anyone with the level of inherent magical power this newcomer seemed to poses.

In but a second, he felt a shift again and knew that, whoever the new magic wielder was, they stood right behind him.

“How forthcoming of you to come by yourself. I was just about to bring you here.” The sorcerer said by way of greeting, while turning around.

To be honest, he was a little taken aback by what he saw.

Before him stood a middle-aged woman in a layered, light blue dress, reaching down to the floor.

A golden shimmering aura seemed to surround her, accenting the golden band adorning her head.

Half of her hazel-coloured hair was pulled back, while the other half fell freely around her shoulders.

What surprised him however, was not her overall appearance.

It was the strange look in her eyes, betraying her relaxed posture by mirroring a mix of desperation and determination. She seemed to be in panic but clearheaded.

Still, her warm smile almost fooled him into thinking he was mistaken.

"I take it, you are a guardian of this realm."

It wasn't a question; still he answered. "That is one way to put it." He raised a brow. "What brings you here, if I may ask?"

Being polite never hurt when talking to magicians. He had learned that the hard way.

“To come straight to the point: this is about Loki.” She began, searching his body language for clues as to how careful she had to be with her phrasing.

Since he only tensed up the tiniest bit, she deemed it safe to proceed.

“I know he has been banished for a reason. He committed terrible crimes and I don’t try to deny that, even though I have reasons to believe, it wasn’t of his own accord. That is not what this is about.” She briefly stopped to take a deep breath before continuing.

“Officially he was sentenced to a lifetime, isolated in the dungeons. My husband however has begun to outright tort-ure him.” Her voice broke and because she knew she’d have trouble continue talking without crying for her boy, she conjured up a hologram of Loki how he had shown himself to her only about an hour earlier.

The sorcerer was genuinely shocked by what he saw.

He knew he was an asshole and he didn’t exactly hold that much sympathy for the young god.

But he was still a doctor.

A retired one. But still, he had taken an oath to try and not let anyone die if he could prevent it. And he could still clearly see, that this man was close to dying if not immediately tended to. That didn’t sit right with him.

“I understand you want to help him, though I’m not sure as to what that has to do with me. I’m convinced you can get him out of there without my help.”

She answered with a wry smile. “I can, but I cannot give him a safe place to stay on Asgard. However, after all that happened, my husband wouldn’t think to look on Midgard. Someone called Spiderman? has agreed to take him in.”

As sign that he knew who she talked about, he just nodded.

Personally, he had never met him; was just barely aware of his existence. But he knew that Stark seemed to trust him, which was a feat, considering the inventor’s -not completely unwarranted- paranoia.

“To allow that I would need insurance that he won’t go rogue again.” His tone was stern.

“Depending on what you’re more concerned about, we could cast a barrier only he can’t pass, or I can give you a way to monitor any magic he will be using.”

Stephen contemplated his options for a bit bevor deciding it was best to consult the time stone.

As politely as was in his nature, he asked his guest to wait for him to come to a decision.

When he was satisfied with the number of futures he had seen and how they played out he asked for the monitoring option. Though more to be safe than because he thought it to be necessary.

The goddess was relieved to hear that and proceeded to open her hair and fish out a slim strand of black hair, which was braided into her own.

She plucked three individual hairs out of it and began to perform a complex looking spell which somehow ended up with her having a short band of colourful yarn, slowly weaving itself on one end, while the other end disintegrated.

A short instruction on how to read out of it, what magic her son was using and she was sent on her way, with the information that, if spiderman wasn’t out patrolling, he was probably either at Stark tower or the new Avengers compound that was supposed to be build.

If neither, then the sorcerer didn’t have an idea where he could be.

Meanwhile at the compound, Peter was trying to wind down from the day.

He and Ned had met up again, actually managing to code the last lines missing to make their AI operational, to a level that they could introduce it to the compound.

Immediately they had sent him over to Mr Stark so he could check everything and give his go ahead to install him properly into THE WIRES. Only a few Protocols did they hold back to not make the genius suspicious of someone being hidden.

Tony’s response had taken longer than usual because he had been in a meeting when they had sent the code.

The waiting time had been like hell for the boys; For fear they had messed up or forgotten to withhold something that could point to someone living in the walls.

In the end they had finished the service robot, Ned had started the day bevor and then decided to go outside to play around with the obstacle course the superpowered teen had built rather spontaneously.

His friends had (once again) been mildly upset that they couldn’t enjoy the training parcourse they had made for the gym.

To have one they could equally participate in, Peter had the Idea to design one specifically challenging ones jumping ability and just give his friends a tool to enable them to jump just as high as he could.

Soon he had an interesting course figured out, while Shuri had made the plans for some pretty cool prosthetics one could easily put on and have a fun time with.

A physically challenging activity such as this helped to keep the two boy’s nerves at bay while they waited.

When they finally got their go ahead, they rushed inside to install Manual in THE WIRES, welcoming him in his new home.

Delightedly they found out that everything had worked out as intended and the AI was as sarcastic as can be.

They chatted with KAREN and Manuel until Ned had to go home leaving Peter in his room to, for once, do nothing.

Currently he was laying on his stomach in an orb web-like net, hanging only inches beneath the sealing, right beside his panorama window.

He really loved how his room had turned out.

Turning his head away from the beautiful view over the compound grounds and the edge of the neighbouring forest; he let his eyes wander about the interior of the room. (visual)

In spite of traditional rooms, his was hexagonal in shape.

Originally, he had wanted to make it octagonal to match his spider aesthetics -everything covered with webs and in pairs of eight- but it hadn’t worked out how he wanted it to, so he settled for hexagons when it came to shapes, resembling how chemical structures were written down.

At last, he was glad for that decision.

On the wall opposite of him was the door; well, doors. Had he mentioned? He had a room two floors high.

The upper level consisted of only a gallery spanning a little more than one and a half wall; The one with the door (obviously) and half the one on the right-hand side when you came in.

In the corner to the left was a sofa and a chair as a sort of seating area. The right wall was lined with a bookshelf, which hadn’t yet been completely filled.

About in the middle of that wall started the double stairs leading down. Double because it was technically two curved sets of narrow steps, angled in the opposite directions with a joined middle part.

Behind the stairs was his elevate bed, which was only a little lower than the gallery and was partly let into the wall.

Around the bed were more bookcases, ending higher than the mattress lay, forming a little wall as well as a sort of nightstand.

Hidden in one part of the shelf was the entrance to his walk-in-closet beneath the bed.

Alternatively, Peter could enter it via the wall at the head end of the bed, by knocking a code on the wall, which opened it up to reveal a hole down.

To the right, when he ‘d step out of his closet was the door to his private bathroom.

If he’d look up while standing bevor it, he’d see a web, held up by two thick metal poles spanning through the middle of the room, located a good few inches higher than the gallery

Partly beneath it, on the wall opposite to the door leading into the room was a big desk with a computer on it and space for his homework.

Two thirds of this wall were made out of glass, seamlessly joining the wall next to it, to form a panorama window.

In the corner were the two glass walls met was a huge beanbag, partly let into the floor.

Lastly at the wall to the right of the door was a fireplace enclosed in a part of the wall standing a little into the room.

Bevor it stood a cosy armchair as well as a loveseat.

Beneath the gallery, in the corner near the fireplace was the other door, leading out to Tony’s floor.

Next to it was a terrarium standing like a partition. It was empty at the moment but Peter had planned to make a robotic snake to put in there.

On the other side of it was another seating area with a couch lining the terrarium and part of the walls. A flatscreen TV stood under the stairs, at the foot of his bed, a little couch table crowded the space further to make it feel like a tiny room inside if his big one.

Because big it was.

He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty with how overboard he and his friends had gone.

And that was only the ‘normal’ parts of his room.

Most of the wall space not covered by furniture had hexagonal shelves and cupboards let into them. All of them were in groups of eight and imitated a spider’s eyes in how they were sized and placed.

Many of those shelves were in places one couldn’t reach without the wallcrawler’s abilities.

Then there was the net he was currently laying in. It spanned along the two window walls

If someone other than him wanted to get up there, the teen could let down a rope ladder but most of the time it laid bundled up its corner next to the fireplace.

In the corner above his bed was another web. Unlike the other ones, which were made from soft but firm ropes, this one was made out of a permanent variant of the webs he used as spiderman.

The corner behind it was curved in a way that allowed him to completely press his back against it.

He had found that after nightmares he was sometimes overwhelmed with the urge to be as high as possible and have something solid and sticky behind him.

That’s what the web was for. It had a pattern of sticky threads woven into them and spanned a good few feet across the walls and ceiling.

Webs like these were called molt mats. They were only built by tarantulas for when they were molting and were usually located on the ground; but his human, common sense seemed to have convinced his instincts, that a higher position was safer.

His eyes lingered a little on the web.

It was purely made for comfort.

Comfort he wished he didn’t need.

...But he did.

With a sigh he looked over to the last furniture on the ceiling.

A desk with two chairs hanging over the little seating area on the gallery.

On the underside of the tables were clamps for any papers or books he wanted to read while upside down.

The height (lowness?) of both the table and seats were adjustable, so he could decide whether he wanted his feet to touch the ceiling while he hung there or not.

When he wanted to be upright, he could lower everything enough to comfortably sit on the top side, much like you would on a swing.

The free spaces of the ceiling were used much like the one on the walls; only that it was hexagonal latches, you could pull down a bit to reveal what was stored on top.

All of these latches as well as the shelves in the walls were rimmed in the same red his suit displayed. While the rest of the wall was painted in an ombre of blue. With a dark, almost black hue on the ceiling which lightened to a baby blue at the floor.

He turned his head back to the window and plucked absentmindedly at one of the ropes he lay on.

For some reason he was nervous, with his spider sense dully buzzing at the sides of his skull; like it always did when there was a test coming up or something like that.

It was probably the whole Loki situation that had him so worked up. But he couldn’t do anything more about it.

In his head he went through everything he had prepared to try and figure out if he had forgotten anything.

THE WIRES were closed and equipped with Manuel, who he had already informed of Loki’s arrival and how to handle everything.

To get food and other supplies to the trickster, they had the service robot. It had a plan of every hallway, secret or not, and knew how to plan routs that were entirely hidden.

His Watch was currently in his lab.

He wanted to modify it in a way that allowed him to switch between KAREN and Manuel; officially so the other Avengers wouldn’t get suspicious when they noticed Peter Parker had Spiderman’s AI with him.

Tony was the one who had insisted that he keep his identity a secret. The inventor still didn’t like the idea of him even being in the same room as the rogues.

What else was there…

The room for the god was long since furnished, FRIDAY wouldn’t be installed until the day after tomorrow and even then, she wouldn’t be able to trace the hidden resident via the electricity he might use because, as an emergency bunker, the room had its own arc reactor. Just in case.

A few moments of pondering later, he suddenly shot up in recognition, promptly banging his head into the ceiling.

Clothes. He didn’t have clothes for Loki.

Briefly rubbing his head, he made his way towards the wall and down.

He had to find something for him to wear.

He had roughly Clint’s size, didn’t he?

Chapter 1 Chapter 3  Chapter 5

[hitbythunder]

Among the Gods of Asgard -5

A dark!Thor x Reader, minor Loki x Reader story with all the drama and angst you’re craving. Including Alexander Skarsgard as Balder. –> Read also on AO3

WARNING: dark story, manipulative Thor, heavy rape/non-con elements, no happy ending in sight

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Sleep hadn't come easily that night when the maid was finally laying in one of the many beds of the slave quarters. Because while each fiber of her body yearned for rest, her mind wouldn't stop thinking of that just had happened between her and the god in the baths, reviving each moment anew. She could still feel his throbbing flesh on her palms...

No surprise then that _______ felt awfully tired throughout the next day, not to mention the shock and the confusion. Haunted by indecent pictures, the maid fulfilled her duties and tried to remain within Balder's chambers so as not to accidentally meet the crown-prince, knowing that she wouldn't be able to bear to be in his presence today. Would I ever be? And so her mind kept rattling while she polished the wooden table inside the salon, absentmindedly wiping over the same clean spot for the 10th time. Luckily Gerlinda wasn't around, for she would have barked at the girl for slacking. Yet despite the mental efforts she employed - and which began to cause a serious headache - ________couldn't comprehend why Thor showed sexual interest in a mortal,  a slave even, who was far below him.

According to latest rumors, the crown-prince already had a betrothed in spe - Idunn, the goddess of youth, who was known for her divine beauty. So why, in the Nine, break all the rules of etiquette, risk an outgrown scandal and have ________ pleasure him like that? Of course, she had fantasized about the princes sometimes before but in her imagination they had been kind and tender like gentlemen. Last night, in contrast, Thor had shamelessly used his power to force himself on her, to serve only his own satisfaction regardless of how ________ had felt during that all. She had been nothing but a frightened helpless mess but Thor didn't care the slightest, groping her with his large hand which could also end her at ease. The way those hungry dark-blue eyes had rested on her was most terrifying and even now upon recalling, it caused goosebumps to spread all over her skin.

Maybe it was just too much alcohol. Everybody does stupid things when drunk, right? She kept telling herself to calm her sensitive nerves. A one-off not worth fussing about. Probably he has already forgotten about me!

Two days of hiding out later, Gerlinda informed the maids that their master and the crown-prince were sent on a mission together in Vanaheim. When the abigail added that they would be away for at least three weeks, ________ had almost yelped aloud out of joy. Even if the personal slaves would have to work elsewhere during that time, this also meant that _________ needn't worry about running into Thor accidentally and her nerves would finally get a break. Thor would be occupied by other, more important matters than her and perhaps the distance would do one last thing for him to forget about ________. Or so she hoped.

xxx

"Your turn." the raven-haired prince announced as he leaned back in the comfortable chair, his hands folded in his lap as he waited for his opposite to make her next move. It didn't matter though, because Loki had already won - actually he already had two turns ago - but Idunn wasn't aware of that fact. Neither did she realize how bored the Trickster was by her foolish attempts to beat him at this new game called 'Chess'. A few months ago it had been brought over from Midgard and due to its sudden popularity the trendy, stylish board game had soon been introduced to the gods too. The clever sorcerer had loved it from the beginning but unfortunately he ran short of worthy opponents, especially now that Balder wasn't available. So Loki had to come to terms with less challenging sessions and with those gods (still) willing to play with him - Loki could be a mean winner. Admittedly, Idunn hadn't been a good choice but she just happened to be in the library too and she didn't decline. He regretted asking her in the first place.

"There aren't this many possible moves for you to ponder that long!" The youngest prince grew impatient as he watched the goddess, his gaze dripping from those plump lips downwards to land on the showing decollete. At least her sight is delighting...

"Please don't tease me, your highness! You know I haven't played this one often!" she replied and leaned forward, her heavily laden bosom touching the ivory table. "And besides, this whole lot of rules is rather confusing..." The edge of the dark wood pushed her pale flesh upwards, leaving only a narrow chasm between her marvelous hills.

"If you say so." With his usual elegance, the prince tilted his head sideways to rest the most precious part of his body on his arm, his index finger brushing along his temple in order to calm his growing annoyance. So this is why Idunn is famous for her apples, not her wits. He didn't avert his gaze from said fruit though. The seconds ticked by and nothing happened on the black and white square, the chess pieces standing still. If Loki would have kept rubbing his temple it would soon become sore. "You do realize that it is still your turn?" Maybe she was getting senile. Wouldn't be a considerable loss... "I'm concentrating. Please give me another moment, your highness!" Then Idunn finally reached for the bishop, lifting it up determinedly as if she was about to turn everything in her favor, and took one of Lokis' pawns. "So that is the outcome of all this mental effort? Seriously, my lady?!" Loki couldn't believe it, and when Idunn innocently nodded he pinched the bridge of his nose - hard. "Norns help me..."

Of course Idunn wasn't completely oblivious so she noticed how unchallenged the prince was, yet still he needn't be rude either. She could become his future queen after all. Well, if she managed to keep the crown-prince as madly interested in her assets as he was at present, lusting after her at every glance. Idunn was somewhat thankful for the current vacation her womanly parts were granted. Thor was an insatiable beast and far from gentle.

"We can't all have such brilliant minds as you, your highness. So please stop mocking me." she replied and leaned back in her chair, the plump lips showing first signs of serious girlish sulking. "Seidr requires brilliancy, my lady, but this game certainly doesn't! Remember that it was invented by Midgardians so any mortal should be capable of playing properly!" Loki retorted in a harsh tone, his temper getting the better off him as always when he was bored plus annoyed - a dangerous mixture. The goddess took the offense by heart and pouted like the spoiled girl she was, her cheeks slightly aflame by anger. "Really? Let us test that hypothesis!" she said through gritted teeth and glared at Loki for a split second before her cerulean eyes scanned the library for a fitting candidate - in a sense that he or she would loose against the prince and prove Idunn's point. So....which of those looks stupid?

"You there, get over here!" Idunn barked at one of the maids currently busy with cleaning some shelves and a moment later she hurried over. "How can I be of service, my lady?" the pretty maid said and Loki recognized her to be ____________ Haraldsdottir, daughter of the merchant he had tricked recently. What a coincidence... Loki mused to himself while his facial expressions remained an unreadable mask. ________ sensed the emerald eyes on her. "Tell me how to win this game!" Idunn commanded and watched expectedly how the maid surveyed the positions of the chess pieces. It didn't take long for her to conclude the only solution. "With all due respect, my lady, but winning is impossible at this constellation." Loki's eyes narrowed at that, he sensed expertise on the girl. To Idunn the maid's reply wasn't satisfying the least so she decided to take her grudge out on her. "Are you implying that I'm too stupid to play sucessfully?!" "No of course not, my lady!" _________ retorted quickly, but she suspected that this was leading to her being unable to save her neck. I should have played dumb... "Oh yes you do and-" That was when the third party present decided to end this annoying clucking which only made his head ache. "Enough!" his calm voice cut through the air like a blade. "That was simply a satement of facts - which you failed to realize, I might add - and the implying was on your side only.  But yes, you have proven a point."

The Trickster's interference led to the desired outcome: an offended Idunn leaving without comment and making way for another, more promising play mate. "Don't keep me waiting. Sit down!" he ordered the maid with a puzzled look on her face, his rising eyebrows signaling that he wouldn't say it twice. Thus _________ obeyed and climbed the over-sized chair while Loki magically reset the chess pieces. And yet another god I ought to entertain...

xxx

Heavy rain drops fell continuously from the grey misty sky of Vanaheim, their drumming against the canopy of the tent not able to drown out the woman's moans coming from inside. In an iron grip she slid along the thick shaft, his large coarse hands guiding her and keeping her in motion according to his preferred pace. Because his lust demanded to be quenched - at least for a short while - and Sif felt wonderful around him. But it wasn't her cunt that kept the god bucking his hips, no, it was the thought of a certain maid back on Asgard. This small, fragile body....the girl had been on his mind ever since their session in the baths, like a quiet voice whispering dirty ideas for his daydreaming, and so his yearning for her grew each day. Soon his loins would be stirring at the mere thought of her - if not for the current mission he was on - and even now while plunging deeply into Sif Thor imagined how it would feel to have the mortal maid pinned underneath him instead. He would have to be very careful not to crush her with his weight, let alone tear her apart with his cock... Thor came with a low grunt and relished in his apex and the relief it entailed, knowing that this sensation wouldn't last for long. A thought of the mortal's swaying hips sufficed to have him horny again.

[qandnoablog]

Rescue (Marvel Imagine)

Title: Discovered

Pairing: There might not be a final pairing (since I follow along with the movies as accurately as I can) but I do gravitate towards Loki <3

Warnings: Based on the movie - Avengers: Infinity War

Part: 12, [11], [10], [9], [8], [7], [6], [5], [4], [3], [2], [1] Short story: [3], [2], [1]

Key: Y/N - Your Name Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Word Count: 4,135

Summary: Reuniting with Bruce and Tony and filling them in on Thanos’ plans, [Y/N] must help her fellow Avengers protect the remaining infinity stones and maybe even patch things up with the time stone keeper, Doctor Strange.

Note From Author: I know I haven’t been keeping up with the updates and some of you may have lost interest in the story, but I’m determined to finish up my work! Any of you that have stuck by Discovered for this long, thank you for reading :) Stay safe everyone!

Part 12 - Rescue

“Oh, my God!”

[Y/N] threw her arms around Bruce as the tears she had just gotten to stop overflowed once more.

“This is where you were sent? Thank god!” She exclaimed, “I was so worried! Are you hurt?” [Y/N] recalled his earlier battle with Thanos and quickly pulled back, examining his face. He looked the same as he did all those years ago in Sakaar, making her feel choked up even more. “Thank god you’re alright! Thanos really gave you a beating!”

Bruce, who was still a bit shocked from seeing [Y/N] on Earth, finally snapped out of it after hearing her words.

“What? What did you say? Thanos?” He repeated, “How do you know that? How are you even here? What’s going on?”

[Y/N] was bombarded with questions, something she expected, but before she could answer someone behind her cleared his throat. Her earlier excitement swiftly died down as she recalled what exactly appeared before when she accidentally tackled into Bruce. The dull throbbing of her head made her feel slightly annoyed, clearly not over what had happened the last time she was forcibly portaled away, but she tried her best to not show the petty emotions in front of her friend.

Quickly getting up and helping Bruce get to his feet, she finally turned to the man she didn’t really want to see.

“Strange.”

“[Y/L/N].”

It was a brief greeting that left the others in the room feeling a bit awkward. They could see the subtle rage in [Y/N]’s eyes when she looked at Stephen, who in turn looked at her with indifference.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Bruce asked. The one standing beside Strange, someone [Y/N] was not familiar with, also looked a bit curious.

[Y/N] helplessly sighed, knowing how they were pressed for time, and decided to drop her earlier beef with this sorcerer. Instead, she started to explain to Bruce how she had ended up on Earth after falling into the wormhole on Sakaar and then stumbled into Loki after her unpleasant introduction to Strange. She decided to skip all the Avengers drama for the moment, since there currently wasn’t enough time to go over all of that. Then, she briefly summarized how Loki had forced her to watch the events that transpired on the ship. However, when she got to the end, she couldn’t finish and choked on the words. The tears that were shed for her happy reunion with Bruce were now falling due to grief. Everyone assumed it was because they all thought that Thor had met a similar end to his brother. Little did they know… She was actually feeling grief for the both of them.

“So that’s what happened,” Bruce replied as he gently patted her head.

When he looked a bit more closely at her, he could see that she really grew up. Not quite in height but… She seemed more mature. It seemed like it was only yesterday that she had been taken away from them through that mysterious wormhole. Not a minute went by that he wasn’t worried for her. Now, seeing her safe and well, his unsettled heart calmed down somewhat.

“But why did you bring me here?” [Y/N] wiped away the tears as she glanced at Doctor Strange coldly.

They weren’t really on the best of terms. She had only met him once and during that time he had kidnapped her off the streets of New York, questioned her, got the answer he wanted, and then threw her out like she was nothing. Honestly, she wanted to ignore him, or maybe punch him to release all the rage she felt for him, but the current situation wouldn’t allow it. Besides, she was still curious on why he would send her back here. He couldn’t possibly know about her friendship with Bruce, right? No one outside the Avengers knew that.

“I sensed magic working here and discovered that it was around you,” Strange explained. Though his attitude was indifferent, there was an apologetic flash in his eyes, as if he regretted how he had treated her that day. It wasn’t much, but it allowed the anger in her heart to cool down to some degree. “But after hearing your explanation, I assume that it was Loki at work.”

She nodded, knowing that Strange possessed some mysterious power, and then turned back to Bruce to hear a bit more about what he had gone through. While she interrogated him on what happened during Ragnarok, the doctor opened another portal and stepped outside. He seemed to be talking with someone, but [Y/N] still felt a bit irritated with him and decided to block out whatever he was doing.

Bruce was very patient with her and wisely chose not to press on any matters revolving around Strange and Loki. Though he was curious on why Loki had called her to witness such a thing, he could tell there were some touchy topics that he shouldn’t bring up and just talked about what he recalled during his time as the Hulk.

Then, he noticed someone beyond the portal that Strange had created and immediately stopped mid-sentence. [Y/N] also turned to see what he was looking at and her eyes widened. Before she could take a step, Bruce had already made his way to the portal and stepped out, walking from behind Strange and calling out to their friend.

“Hey Tony.”

“Bruce.”

[Y/N] could hear Tony’s shock in his voice and silently stayed behind. She wanted to also go forwards to see him, but she knew that they were in a very public area. To the common people, Bruce and Hulk were two entirely different entities. No one would bother him when talking with Tony. Plus, Hulk and Thor didn’t make an appearance during the time of the accords. They weren’t being hunted by the government, unlike her, so it was best if [Y/N] stayed behind for this one.

She didn’t have to wait long. Soon, after briefly talking with Bruce and Strange, Tony stepped through the portal and into the room she and Strange’s friend were standing in.

“[Y/N]?”

“Hi,” [Y/N] sheepishly smiled as she gave a small wave while Tony stood there surprised.

They had a lot of explaining to get through.

~

“Shit.”

[Y/N] looked up at the oncoming ship, her heart plummeting at what was to come. She expected that they would be coming, but for them to arrive so soon? It was beyond her expectations.

“[Y/N], go invisible,” Tony instructed as he raised his voice over the screams of the people and the sound of the wind. Without waiting for a reply, he continued, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. keep back anyone south of 43rd street, notify first responders.”

She followed orders as the air around her shifted and covered her completely. Her body vanished as she stuck close to Tony’s side. Though there were a lot of misunderstandings and falling out between friends in the past, she still considered him her friend and felt it very natural to listen to him.

Just when her invisibility was set, Strange did something behind her, causing ripples in the air and nearly knocking her off her balance. The air she manipulated twisted, resisting the magic as her hold on it solidified against his powers. She glared at the doctor, but he was oblivious to her anger as her energy calmed and hid her completely once more. When she looked at the surroundings again, the dust and wind had stopped hindering their sight. He must have done something to clear up the area, and though she knew the logic behind his actions, she still disliked siding with him and decided to ignore it.

As the group made their way towards the descending alien ship, a beam of light shot down. When it dispersed, two familiar aliens calmly stood on the concrete ground with a practiced air about them. It obviously wasn’t their first time arriving in such a manner.

“Hear me, and rejoice,” the skinny alien spoke, immediately making [Y/N]’s blood boil in anger.

She recognized that one. He was the one that could telekinetically manipulate the objects around him and ensnared Thor, even muffling him while they prattled on. That time, she couldn’t do anything, but this time was definitely going to be different.

“You are about to die at the hands of the children of Thanos. Be thankful that your meaningless lives are now contributing a balance-”

“I’m sorry, Earth is closed today,” Tony rudely interrupted, uncaring for this alien’s condescending jargon. “You better pack it up and get out of here.”

“Stone keeper,” the alien disregarded Tony’s words and looked to Strange, “does this chattering animal speak for you?”

Everyone understood this subtle gesture. He knew exactly where the infinity stones were and who held them. Though how he knew wasn’t revealed, it meant that the stones couldn’t be hidden from them.

“Certainly not. I speak for myself,” Strange replied as multiple rings of magic encircled his hands and lower arms, thrumming with an odd power. Wong, his friend, also did the same. “You are trespassing in this city and on this planet.”

“Please get lost, Squidward,” Tony taunted.

Though his words were meant to get a reaction out of the enemy, [Y/N] couldn’t help but mentally have an Aha! moment at his joke. It was as if a light bulb had turned on above her head as she silently exclaimed, “That’s what he reminds me of!”

“He exhausts me,” the skinny alien sighed as the bulkier one muttered things in a language she couldn’t identify, “Bring me the stone.”

The fight was about to start, the bigger alien slowly making his way over to the group, as Bruce tried desperately to call out the Hulk. His skin turned partially green and the veins on his neck bulged, but still the green guy did not appear. Everyone looked at one another, unsure of what was going on, but Bruce couldn’t provide any answers. The Hulk just would not come out.

“Keep an eye on him,” Tony instructed Wong, and though he couldn’t see her, he was also telling this to [Y/N]. She had the best capabilities for support. Watching out for Bruce was something she could easily handle.

Though slow at the beginning, a fight was still a fight.

Tony used his latest nano-technology to shift to his Iron Man gear and sent the bigger alien flying towards the smaller one, who then easily brushed off the oncoming body before it could collide into him. However, before Tony could gloat about his newest addition of his suit to Bruce, who was in utter shock from the suit’s firepower, the telekinetic alien made his move.

Can’t say I didn’t see that coming, [Y/N] quietly sighed to herself as she watched Iron Man being blown upwards. She already knew what the skinny alien could do, so this amount wasn’t too surprising for her. Besides, Tony could take care of himself.

“Doctor Banner,” Strange began as he turned to Bruce while leaving the defence to Wong, “if the rest of your green friend won't be joining us-” he didn’t need to finish as the portal opened up behind Bruce and was pushed through. However, Strange didn’t account for how close [Y/N] was and unknowingly sent her through too.

“You-!” She couldn’t finish her curse as she hit the grassy floor beside Bruce and was nearly flattened by the half-a-car that accidentally followed them through.

Her powers shot out, her solid body rippling, as it shielded the two of them before the vehicle could crash on top of them.

“God, I hate magic!” [Y/N] screamed just before the portal fully closed.

She was no longer invisible as she helped Bruce get to his feet. He was still a little disoriented because of the quick change of location, but just as they were calming down, Tony barreled into a tree not too far from them.

“Tony, you okay?” Bruce called as they both jogged to where Tony lay on the ground. “How we doin’? Good? Bad?”

“Really, really good. Really good,” he replied, though with a hint of sarcasm. “You plan on helping out?”

“I’m tryin’. He won’t come out.”

“Incoming!” [Y/N] yelled at the same time Tony shouted, “Hammer!” just as a weapon was hurled at the three of them.

[Y/N] encased Bruce and her in a barrier right before Tony tackled into the two of them to get them away from the projectile.

She was quick to get on her feet and saw Iron Man shoot out lasers towards the bulky alien, but the enemy’s shield was sturdier and reflected the two beams. It cut through everything around them and a tree dangerously fell towards where the two were standing.

“Watch out!” She cried out as she jumped onto Bruce to push him out of the way.

Luckily, the two were only hit with the weaker branches of the tree and could easily escape from under it.

“Come on, Hulk,” Bruce groaned as he crawled from under the leaves, “What are you doin’ to me? Come out!” He demanded as he slapped himself, “Come out!”

Suddenly, half of his face turned into the Hulk but rather than actually coming out for battle, he instead roared, “No!” angrily before reverting back to Bruce.

“What do you mean, ‘No’?!” Bruce questioned, but there was no response.

[Y/N] helplessly looked at the two bickering in the same body, unsure of what to do. She was friends with both of them but there was no way to understand why Hulk refused to join in on the fight. He was notorious for being fearless and impulsive. For him to so resolutely refuse, there must have been a reason.

That was when she heard a familiar voice.

“Hey man,” Peter called out, “What’s up, Mr. Stark?”

“Spider-Man!” [Y/N] gasped, both happy to see him and horrified that he was taking part in this dangerous fight. But considering the situation, they needed all the help that they could get.

While the battle progressed, a red figure zipped past all of them, racing off in one direction. She couldn’t quite get a good look, but Tony immediately knew who it was.

“Kid, that’s the wizard,” he said, as he shielded himself from the bulky alien’s blow. “Get on it.”

“On it!” Spider-Man nodded as he swiftly webbed himself towards Strange’s departing figure.

[Y/N] wasn’t slow to act either. Manipulating the air around her, she hid herself from sight as she propelled herself into the sky. Quickly pinpointing where the thin alien was, who wasn’t too far behind the escaping Strange, she knew she had to slow him down.

Before Peter could get close, the alien didn’t even look behind him as he sent a billboard ramming into the kid. She winced at the sight, but she couldn’t slow down to help as her target was getting further and further away.

The alien was by no means weak. He used his powers masterfully as all the street lamps around Strange curled up to catch him. The cloak couldn’t maneuver fast enough and was quickly ensnared. However, physics slows down for no man. Though the cloak was no longer able to move, Strange flew out from it and hurtled towards the concrete floor.

Without thinking, [Y/N] shot out her power just before the doctor hit the ground and was just about to turn him invisible too when she felt a pressure ensnare her whole body. Her legs buckled under the force and she collapsed, her face scraping against the rough concrete. Glancing up, gasping for air that was nearly squeezed out of her, she realized that the alien was looking around for her and knew he had caught her but was not sure where exactly she was. Instead of searching, he had decided to squish the area down under an invisible pressure to stop her in her tracks before she could get away with the stone keeper.

Losing her hold on the doctor, his brief moment of levitation above the floor faltered and soon he was back to falling.

“Gotcha!” Spider-Man exclaimed as his web caught Strange before he could hit the ground and swung him out.

A wave of air came flooding back into her lungs as Peter’s sudden appearance startled the alien and made him discard his previous attack on [Y/N]. With her invisibility still intact, she quickly got away from the targeted area before he could launch another wave of pressure onto her again.

[Y/N] took a couple more deep breaths before going after Spider-Man, but then she noticed the red cloak struggling under the ensnarement of the lamp post. Utilizing the alien’s distraction towards the escaping doctor, she quickly sent out her powers and untangled the cloak from the metal trap. The moment it was free, it didn’t go off towards Strange but instead pounced onto [Y/N]!

Startled by the sudden attack, not just because the cloak was supposed to be on her side but also due to the fact that she was still invisible, she wasn’t able to defend herself and was quickly sent up into the air. When she realized it wasn’t trying to hurt her, she calmed down somewhat but then her heart nearly stopped when she realized where it was taking her.

In that brief moment where she was helping the cloak, Strange was being beamed up by the alien ship. Spider-Man tried to stop him from going any further, grabbing onto a lamp post to anchor himself onto the Earth, but the pale alien swiftly dislodged the pole before it could hinder him any further.

“No, no!” [Y/N] pleaded as she struggled in the wrappings of the cloak.

Invisibility long forgotten, if anyone focused hard enough they would be able to see a figure tangled within a red cloak that followed after the unconscious sorcerer.

She was getting closer and closer to the ship and knew exactly what was coming. If this continued, she’d end up inside and be sent out of the Earth’s atmosphere to who-knows-where! There was a faint memory of the planet Thanos had instructed his “children” to gather in, but she couldn’t think about that right now! She just knew that she was about to leave Earth.

“Let go!” She begged, her heart going wild as the panic began to set in. Feeling trapped in the durable fabric did not help.

Her eyes were glued to the gradually increasing distance between her and the Earth. She trembled non-stop as her breathing became erratic. Her struggles became even more wild and her powers were sent everywhere. It lashed out at anything, hitting against the cloak and dispersing the clouds. Before she could do any more damage, however, something blocked her eyes.

She couldn’t see, though she could still feel herself going higher and higher up in the air. Just as she was about to have another fit of panic, the cloak around her loosened somewhat. It gently brushed her cheeks, wiping away the tears that rolled down her face and acted like someone was hugging her, reassuring her that she was fine.

At first, it didn’t help much.

Her senses were all over the place and could barely focus on anything. But as her surroundings got more quiet and her feet were on solid ground, the cloak around her insulating her heat and making her feel a bit warmer, she no longer trembled. Waiting just a bit more, her tears stopped and her breathing became more stable. Finally, when her heart was no longer palpitating erratically, the fabric in front of her eyes slowly let her go.

[Y/N] readied her nerves and opened her eyes. She knew that she was now on the alien ship with no way to return back to Earth. Tony and Peter were nowhere in sight but she was technically not alone.

“You know, you’re not a very nice cloak,” [Y/N] grumbled, her voice somewhat raspy from her earlier moment of hyperventilating, as she sent a sharp glare at the piece of clothing levitating in front of her. It almost appeared to shrug its non-existent shoulders, as if indicating that it had no other choice. She defeatedly shook her head. “Geez. You’re just like your owner!”

Though a bit of her was still rattled by the thought of leaving Earth again, she wasn’t as afraid. This time, she knew where she was going and knew that her friends were informed of where Thanos was meeting. They may not know where exactly the planet Titan was, but they wouldn’t give up on her.

~

“There he is,” [Y/N] whispered under the veil of her invisibility.

Since she was teaming up with the cloak, she decided it was best the two stay hidden for now. They weren’t strong enough to take on the alien alone. He was powerful. She might have similar powers as him, but he had a whole other level of experience and control. To him, she was an ant. Something he could easily crush beneath his feet. She had to be careful.

“Give me the stone,” the alien demanded in a threateningly low voice.

It was barely a whisper, but [Y/N] could hear him quite clearly in the silent room. Strange, under the torturous stabbing of the odd needles, gritted through the pain. He didn’t yell or scream under this torment and continued to bear through it. Though her initial opinion of him was poor, [Y/N] couldn’t help but admire him in this situation. He was being tortured but still did not crumble. Who wouldn’t be amazed by such will power?

Suddenly, the cloak pulled her away from the scene. It floated around, silent and fast, as it made its way to a different corner of the room. She was baffled by its abrupt changes, but knew to wisely keep her mouth shut. It was an entity she didn’t understand. It was better to see what it wanted than fight against it.

Then, a familiar sight came into view.

The cloak quickly let her go and drifted off towards the man. It left her small bubble of invisibility, now fully visible but concealed in the darkness, and gently tapped Tony’s shoulder. It wasn’t surprising to see him react defensively, him swiftly raising his arm with the machine humming with power.

“Stop!” [Y/N] called out, careful to adjust her volume accordingly. Her figure came into view as her grasp on her powers were released, the air around her shifting to allow her to be seen.

Tony’s face was full of shock, but before he could get mad at [Y/N] stowing away on the ship without him knowing, she quickly spoke up.

“I swear! This was not my intention,” she explained, “This guy abducted me, leading to this situation.”

He turned his attention back to the cloak, a look of defeat written on his face.

“Wow, you’re a seriously loyal piece of outerwear, aren’t you?”

“You’re telling me.” [Y/N] nodded as she recalled how both Strange and his cloak had kidnapped her in some way.

“Yeah, uh,” another familiar voice started, surprising all of them, “speaking of loyalty…”

When Peter jumped down, his mask smoothly came off in the same nano-tech fashion as Tony’s suit. That was when [Y/N] realized that he was wearing a different outfit. It looked a bit more metallic, however the design was still true to his initial logo.

“What the-” Tony began, but Peter quickly interrupted him.

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

The two went back and forth for a bit, Peter trying to get as much out before Tony could speak over him, but neither backed down.

“And I kinda stuck to the side of the ship. And this suit is ridiculously intuitive, by the way,” Peter said in his defense but his tone immediately alerted [Y/N] on what was coming.

She had known him for quite some time now and could see the signs of him rambling. Whenever he did that, he was bound to let something he would regret slip.

Oh, no. [Y/N] frantically signalled Peter to stop talking, pursing her lips as she waved to him and motioned her arms into an “X” formation. Stop! You’re digging your own grave!

Sadly, the kid didn’t get the message.

“So if anything, it’s kinda your fault that I’m here.”

Both Tony and the cloak turned to face him, while [Y/N] hung her head and rested it against her hand.

Crap. Good luck, Peter!

[PART 13]

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Dark Stars {Part 2}

*Loki x OFC*

Part: 2/10

Words: 6.1k

Warnings: blood, poisoning, sass

Summary: ~Loki could just let her die here and now. His problems would be solved and he could go back to his usual ways. But then he would forever be left with an unsolved mystery and he hated the prospect of that even more than the fear of what would happen if she lived.~

Or: A story of what happens when Loki stumbles upon someone who is like him in every way. Only better. Oh, and they just happen save Asgard too.

A.N.: To celebrate over 1000 people following me (how insane is that?!), I decided to share the newly edited version of the very first Loki fanfiction I ever wrote! Enjoy the mischief 💚

All Parts can be found on my Masterlist!

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She ran through the woods, as fast as her current state allowed. Darkness… The all-consuming blackness closed in on her, more and more until she could barely see her own feet. But she had to keep running.

A group of guards coming from the Asgardian palace had found her, wounded and resting in the darkest part of the forest, and decided to make her their target. An intruder, a young woman, poisoned and slowly dying… an easy prey.

She had fought, relentlessly and desperately and not in vain, ending more than half of them, until she had finally managed to escape. But she had been chased ever since, and by now her defense was running on a dangerous low.

She had been hurt, had been too slow to fight properly, and one of those beasts had managed to impale his sword in her shoulder before she could flee. Now, with every moment that passed in blind fear, her mind was getting more and more fogged. Her vision was blurry with tears, a haze of pain and poison, and she knew that death was reaching out its mercilessly fingers to fetch her. What a disgraceful way to die… weak, in mere rags, covered in scratches and mud. All alone.

She had never let herself get caught before, not even for fun. Now however, as the poison slowly drained her of both life and magic, she was not in any condition to fight, to resist, to escape. And she knew what the allfather did to trespassers, had grown up with stories about his cruelty and tales of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the palace. Yet, as it turned out, that would be the place where she would die. Alone in the cold darkness of a prison cell, without a soul, without dignity, without anyone who would mind her fading from this world.

Despite the cold wind's bite, she felt too hot and yet too cold at the same time, the dull thumping of her head and heart, the lethal poison tickling in her veins before numbing them out. The pain of her injuries faded, gone was the aching of her muscles, it all had simply faded into a plain white heat that was but a peaceful haze.

She could hear the guards closing in on her, though barely reaching her mind, and before she knew, something caught her foot and she fell, tumbling forward into the dirt while the world became too blurred to separate it from where her mind had gone to dream. There was no telling of when the guards finally had caught up with her, and she didn't care either, for there was only a single thing on her mind… Bright green eyes like dark stars in swirling galaxies, and the night as bands of raven hair.

"Loki…" Was the last thing she breathed over and over again, words tumbling from her lips like withering leaves off a dying tree, before at last a frightened guard hit her in the head with the pommel of his sword. Then she was surrounded by dying stars in a blissfully familiar darkness.

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She woke up in a bright room, way too bright for her throbbing head. Instinctively her eyes fluttered shut again, in seek of another moment of comfortable darkness. She remembered being carried, roughly thrown to the ground and left alone, maybe for dead even. She willed her eyes to open at last and then went on to push her body up far enough to lean against the wall behind her. The pain surging through her entire being upon the minimal movement made her yelp first, then groan in frustration and agony. Looking around in the room, blinking against the brightness, she quickly realized that this must be the prison of the palace, as she had expected. The flimmering energy of the sealing barrier was all her eyes allowed her to see, before they fluttered shut once again in utter exhausting.

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After a long internal debate about whether or not he should actually be doing this, Loki found hiding in the shadows of the hallway, waiting for the guards to pass by. Then he changed his appearance to be that of a guard as well, with a mere wave of his hand and the usual subtle glow of green.

While he continued making his way towards the prison, he cursed himself on the inside over and over. He must be insane indeed… walking right into the place he had spent months in, maybe years even, locked up and forgotten. Only for the sake of a stupid, puny, ridiculously rude young woman who had dared to speak to him in such a… teasing… way. He couldn't have started to explain to anyone why he was doing what he was currently doing, or why he was feeling what he was feeling, and luckily he didn't have to. It confused himself even to a great extend! But he just had to see her with his own eyes, see if it was her indeed. Loki found himself hoping both that it was and wasn't her who was wounded and locked up in a cell.

Once he reached the entrance to the prisons, the guards did not hinder his passing, for he looked like one of them, after all.

"Where is the new one?" He asked, trying to keep the edge out of his voice.

"The cell in the far back. The large one, you know, where…"

But Loki had already walked off into the direction the guard had pointed. Why was he even doing this, running into his own doom like that… Jumping off the balcony seemed perfectly sane to him, in comparison to this madness. But he had to give in to his curiosity, or it would break him. It was as if an unknown force pulled him towards that cell, to this woman, to this cruel twist of fate. He hated every second of his own weakness.

After he rounded one last corner, he could already see her slouched down body, leaned vaguely against the white wall. In comparison to the overwhelming brightness of the huge cell, her body looked like a dark and eye-catching blurb, a small imperfection to an otherwise harmonious environment. He couldn't tear his eyes off her.

It should have been easy for him then to take down the barriers, once he tried. It should have taken him seconds to simply walk into the cell and… who knows what he would've done. But oddly enough, the barriers didn't even waver under his touch, under his magic. Loki frowned deeply.

"Why is it that suddenly it is so very easy to trick the god of tricksters?" The voice of Odin echoed through the halls. "Though it may not seem like the most likely thing for you to do, and I honestly didn't believe you would, but Thor was sure you would sooner or later come down here."

Loki closed his eyes in annoyance. Great. Just great. Hadn't he told himself over and over again that this girl was a distraction to him? Yes. And yet here he was, having walked right into the most obvious trap ever laid out for someone. What had she done to his precious mind?! He'd become so involved in the traps of his own mind that he had forgotten about the real world's dangers. And now he would pay for that mistake.

"I do not know why you would need to trap me, father, but I assure you I have done no harm to anyone." He said calmly, still with his back to Odin. Yet he took on his own appearance once more, trying to at least internally regain control of the situation. It didn't look good for him, and Loki's mind raced faster than light.

"Then please do explain to me why exactly this criminal, who was caught killing a good dozen of my guards, said nothing but YOUR name when she was finally caught and arrested." Odin demanded to know.

"Maybe that is because everyone around this place seems to have a preference for blaming their faults and mistakes on me. Don't you, too?" Loki smiled sarcastically and turned around to face the old man. "Wouldn't you agree? Isn't it very CONVENIENT for you that every time something, anything, happens in this sense-forsaken world, it gives you a new reason to lock me away? Away from your precious kingdom and your utterly ridiculous strive for glory..." Loki's rage had overtaken his heart, but not his mind, and he spoke to Odin in the most threatening calm he could manage. The allfather on the other hand simply turned on his heel and gave the adjoining guards a sign to take over from there. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to Loki that even with reason, there was no chance for him and there never had been. The renewed realization felt like a blow to the stomach that pressed the air out of his lungs and the rage out of his system.

He knew he could fight the guards, with ease even. He could stop them from locking him up in a cell together with the woman he had come to despise for being the cause of all this madness. But yet he didn't.

He let them grab him more roughly than necessary, take the barriers down with more fuss than needed, shove him into the cell with brute force, before sealing it once more with haste. He let it all happen, for he felt nothing but numbness in this very moment. Not so much in his body, but in his mind and soul. For once, the forces at war within him had agreed on an armistice that lasted for the prevailing of a bigger enemy in his mind. Loki stared at the guards as they moved down the hallway and eventually out of his sight.

Only then he turned around to face the barely awake girl who was still somewhat leaned against the wall, chest rising and falling in accordance with her uneven panting.

"I told you to leave. So I wouldn't have to see you again." He said calmly, looking down at her as he strode to tower above her dark form.

A weak smile appeared on her lips as she gathered her remaining energy to form an audible answer. "Sorry to disappoint…"

Loki could not help himself but smirk ever so slightly. He really wanted to hate her, but every time they met it became more and more difficult to do so, and he wasn't even sure anymore if he was capable of hating her at all. "You're not sorry at all, I believe."

What was intended as a chuckle on her part then came out more as a rasped breath, followed by small spasms of her upper body and resulting in her squeezing her eyes shut in obvious pain.

Loki sighed while sitting down next to her at last, leaning against the wall casually, wondering how she had managed to get herself so severely fucked up.

"You are hurt." He said stiffly, letting his eyes wander only to be drawn to the blood that way still seeping out of her shoulder and onto the white floor.

"Don't you say…" She breathed, her eyes fluttering shut a second later. He had to lean closer to her now to understand what she was saying, and only thus noticed just how deep the wound in her shoulder really was. He scrunched up his nose on impulse, leaning back to his own space.

For a moment, Loki sat still and only observed how her ragged breathing became less and less frequent, until it finally stopped once and for all. He didn't move, unable to react, unable to act.

He could just let her die here and now. His problems would be solved and he could go back to his usual ways. Be Loki, the god of lies and mischief again, the monster parents told their children about. His own little island of isolation.

But then he would forever be left with an unsolved mystery. And he hated the prospect of that even more than he hated the fear of what would happen if she lived.

One thing he was certain of though: this decision would change his life forever, and quite possibly not in a way he could as of yet anticipate.

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Trees, swaying lightly in the soft breeze of the night… A full moon, shining brightly, dimly reflected on the smooth surface of the shallow sea. A silence so calming and alluring, calling to become one with nature and universe. And then, there were the stars… shining brightly as if to seek proof of which is the brightest. So peaceful, so calming…

Then her eyes fluttered open and she was blinded long enough for a piercing pain to drill into her head. Was this death? A wave of cold heat rushed through her body, followed slight nausea, followed by the dawning awareness of a piercing pain somewhere in her body. No, death didn't hurt like that. Death was peaceful.

She let out a small groan and opened her eyes completely, only to see the ceiling of her crisp white cell high above her. She sat up carefully, slowly, overly aware of the pain in her shoulder now as she looked around the room. She didn't feel dizzy anymore, luckily, only severely bruised. What had happened for real, what had been a dream...? The question was answered once her eyes fell upon the man sitting –or rather lying– in the opposite corner of the room. Loki… She remembered him being thrown into her cell. What had happened since then?

His eyes were closed, and she didn't know whether he was sleeping, dead or pretending to be either of those.

Only in the silence of the bright room did she finally take a moment to really look at him. Most of their encounters had happened at night, and only now did she notice just how astonishingly gorgeous he was. Raven hair, porcelain skin, lean but muscular in his own way… And he undoubtedly had the most handsome face she had ever seen. The men she had known were nothing compared him, not even remotely close to this level of physical perfection. The only thing that didn't fit into the picture was the blood.

It was all over him, covering his hands, arms, his garments… She looked down on herself, realizing that she didn't look any better. Her thin shirt was ripped, crusted with dried blood and stuck to her body in various places. Her trousers seemed mostly spared from anything but mud though, much to her relief. Those had cost more than she could afford to spend yet again.

As she tried to inspect her own sides and back for possible damage, she noticed the coat that had been placed under her head before. It had been pushed back into the wall when she had sat up, most likely… She took it and pushed herself closer to Loki on the opposite wall, biting back the pain that followed upon the movement and placing his coat over him as a blanket. He didn't move at all, but she could hear his soft breathing, which assured her that he was neither dead nor pretending to be.

She let herself sink down next to him and leaned her head against the wall once again, resisting the urge to let tears slip past her tightly shut eyelids. Her body was far from being okay, far from being out of pain, and yet she was alive, starting to feel better already.

It must have been him. No one could survive the kind of poisoning she had gone through if it wasn't for the right remedy or the most powerful magic.

Considering the effort it had most likely taken to neutralize the poison in her blood, it didn't surprise her at all that poor Loki had passed out. He had saved her, both from the poison and from dying of blood loss. She sighed as let her eyes roam over him once more, in less hostility and more thankfulness, while she slowly drifted off into a more or less peaceful slumber.

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Loki awoke a while later, immediately noticing that his coat had been draped over him, but only after another few seconds of comfortable drowsiness he became aware of the rather pleasant heat radiating off her body next to him. Panic rushed through his system immediately, and he skittered away from her in an instant.

How dare his body betray him like that... He had used a great amount of magic and a whole lot more of his own energy on reviving and healing that stupid little creature. Though in the process he must have missed just how much of a toll it had taken on him. He felt sincerely betrayed by his body for just falling asleep like that, and even more by his mind for enjoying the closeness.

Under normal circumstances he would never in the lifespan of a dying star allow himself to sleep with somebody else present in the same room. Normally, he wouldn't allow himself to sleep at all unless it was absolutely necessary. He felt ashamed of his loss of control… What had become of him since meeting her for the first time? He was not himself anymore, not in his right mind, and yet he could not deny how much he felt drawn to her nonetheless.

From a few feet away he observed her sleeping form, finally able to see her more clearly in the light of the cell.

Her hair was raven, just like his, but longer and a little more wavy. Compared to him she was tiny, but that wasn't a surprise really… almost everyone was smaller than him. Who new what strength could hide in a small body though? He wouldn't make the mistake to judge a book by its pagecount, and even less by its cover. She was capable of the same magic as him after all… Or at least Loki assumed so.

And that is why he found himself frowning upon her choice of clothing; A very much torn, once cream white shirt and dark grey leather pants, both way too large for her. Not that he cared much for clothing, but it could tell a whole lot about the person who wore them.

Despite the torn garments she looked oddly pleasant to his eye, even while covered in blood and dirt. But even the prettiest face would not suffice to hide a rotten character, only a fool would think that, and Loki certainly did not deem himself one. He, again, would not let himself make the mistake to judge based on the minimal information he had as of yet.

Maybe he had made the right decision in saving her life... Now that he thought about it, he had never in all the years that he had been doomed into existence met a person, certainly not a woman, who had shown no fear nor hatred for him. His mother was the only exception to that, but that was a different situation after all. This girl… she was odd. A stranger without fear of him, and she even had placed his coat over him as a makeshift blanket. An act of kindness, if not selflessness, considering her injuries.

This was new, unexpected, but not entirely unappreciated. She had teased him, flirted even maybe, and they had played the most intriguing yet maddening game of hide and seek. Wasn't that what he was all about? He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but maybe, just maybe… he enjoyed being messed with, in a playful way. And he most certainly would not admit that he wanted more of it.

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When she started to wake up, Loki was drawn out of his thoughts in an instant. He watched her eyes fluttering open slowly, then look around a little panicked until they found his.

"Hello." She said softly, turning her sore body towards him after a moment of hesitation. "How do you feel?"

Why was she being so nice to him?

"Fine." Loki answered smoothly, not giving away any of his internal confusion, nor exhaustion.

His voice was just as soothing as she remembered it to be... "Good…" She mused as she looked down to her hands in her lap, picking at the scab of the healing scratches. How does one thank a stranger for saving one's life? And even worse, how does one talk to Loki to receive an honest answer?

"Uhm, thank you… for saving my life." She said quietly, bluntly, and without looking at him. "I didn't think you would do it. You know, after threatening to end me and yeah… I'm a bit surprised."

"If I would say I was 'a bit surprised' as well, it would be the understatement of the century." He answered stiffly, also not daring to look at her. Instead he stared at the wall opposed to him, inspecting the bloodstains on the otherwise crisp white floor and wall.

"Then why did you do it?" She finally turned her head towards him, big green eyes glowing with flames kindled by curiosity.

Loki didn't answer at first, didn't know how to, so he only kept staring at the wall. "You're welcome." He finally spoke, sealing his lips tightly to keep more words from escaping.

They sat like that for a while, not speaking nor looking at each other in equal reluctance and suppressed curiosity, until Loki finally broke the uncomfortable silence. "Tell me your name."

Upon her confused frown, he continued. "Knowing my name gives you a certain kind of power over me, as I unfortunately just came to experience, and I wish to hold the same over you."

Her frown deepened even more as she only now came to think about their current situation, their current location. "Why are you even here, in my cell?"

"Most certainly not to be interrogated by someone who would be dead by now, if it wasn't for me." He said quietly and his lips pressed into a thin line as he turned to look at her with an intensity in his gaze that made her gasp. Almost instantly he regretted saying what he had, as he could see her face fall ever so slightly. For reasons beyond him, it pained him to see her starting to build walls around herself, knowing that he was the reason for it. But he'd given up trying to understand his own mind.

"I'm sorry." He finally said, pushing himself to apologize for once in a decade. "I didn't mean to sound so harsh. If you must know, I am here because you uttered my name while the guards arrested you. Why did you do that?" The edge in his voice gave away just how desperate for an answer he really was, as he tried to keep his calm and collected facade plastered on his face.

Her eyes widened at his words and her cheeks reddened a little, but it was barely noticeable even to his watchful eye. "I didn't know what I was doing. The poison… It fogged my mind. I'm sorry if I caused you trouble."

He sighed, his facial expression softening up a bit. He even managed a smile. "It's fine, dear, sooner or later they would've thrown me back in here anyway."

Dear?! Where had that come from? He rolled his eyes at himself… he seriously needed to get a grip on himself. She probably didn't deserve to live through his ever changing emotional rollercoaster, and so he decided to go the charming way with her, for she was nice to him as well after all.

"How about we start over?" He said calmly, turning his own frame to face her entirely. "My name is Loki of Asgard. Or of Jotunheim. Depends on my mood."

She smirked, but also turned towards him and hissed at the pain that followed upon the movement. "Hello Loki... My name is Ivy. Pleasure to meet you."

With a humored frown he took her outstretched hand and shook it. "So, Ivy… You have no inkling who I am, isn't it so?" His smile turned into a slow smirk.

"Oh, I do know quite a bit about you… Obviously you are one of Odin's sons and thus a prince of Asgard. Since you are neither blonde nor packed with muscles, you must be the brother who tried to subjugate Midgard. I've heard a lot about you, but does that mean I know who you are? Highly doubt it..." Ivy rose an eyebrow at him, returning the playful smirk that had now vanished from his face.

Loki was desperate... Could she please just stop becoming more irritating, more intrigued, more irresistible by the second? He had never met someone he had felt this attracted to, and he had yet to find out whether it was the best thing that had ever happened to him or if it would be his doom, his road to true insanity.

"So, Ivy, tell me… What happened in the gardens that night, after I left?" He finally asked, changing the topic while carefully observing her in an attempt to regain some of the control that was slowly slipping through his fingers.

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Ivy let out a long sigh in return. She felt deeply exhausted, leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes. Loki was gorgeous and mysterious and dark and for whatever reason she felt drawn to him with an irritating intensity. Yet, he was a threat to her, a problem, and she really didn't need any more of those. Only because she was friendly to him, her growing attraction did not remotely imply that she would just let him into her head and fall for his looks like any ordinary maid might. Ivy really was smarter than that...

But the fact that he had saved her life made her highly uncomfortable, as is most certainly led him to believe that she wa in need of rescue, a damsel in distress, weak... Maybe she should indeed tell him what had happened after their last encounter.

Loki was still looking at her expectantly, but Ivy could see the annoyance hidden very badly behind his otherwise stoic features. She could see beyond the friendly masquerade he had put on just then... there was nothing but darkness and pain in his eyes. Deep down she knew that her own eyes must've looked the same to him.

"What do you want to know?" She finally asked, calmly, looking into his eyes in silent observation. Nothing but darkness and…

"Did you leave my secret garden like I told you to?" He asked in the same voice, his gaze so intense that Ivy had to suppress a cold shiver running down her spine.

"Yes. I didn't particularly approve of the way you talked to me, but you did me a favor with the meals. And thus I repaid you by respecting your wish for me to leave." Her eyes wandered from his face downward, to observe his posture, the muscles likely to be hidden underneath his tunic, the way his fingers elegantly smoothed out the fabric of his garments. A nervous gesture, maybe?

"I assume by 'favor', you mean not having guards arrest you for intruding in the palace..." He pointed out with one risen eyebrow, and Ivy's eyes snapped back to his face.

"Yes. And setting the table for me every night, because honestly... you didn't have to, but I do appreciate the gesture."

Slowly her way of conversing, of teasing him, frayed the edges of his patience and with it, the edges of his facade. The way she dared being so brutally honest with him, dared saying what she thought… it aggravated him, allured him, and yet it served to show him how ridiculous everyone else was with their everlasting politeness.

Here she was, a good head shorter than him, beaten up and tired, and yet she did what no one else had dared for as long as Loki cared to remember: She was being honest with him. And not at all afraid of what would happen if her words, her actions angered him. Loki respected her for her braveness, and despised her for her stupidity.

"I didn't set the table for you, you…" He stopped before another anger-ridden insult could come across his lips. "I merely decided... to not have dinner for a while. Better give it to the dogs than having it go to waste…" He smirked, well aware of the fact that he had indeed insulted her again. But he wanted to coax a reaction from her, wanted to tease her as maddeningly as she was toying with him. Two could play at this game, after all.

Ivy let out a short laugh, her bruised ribs aching under the subtle vibrations. "Well, in that case I must say the dogs have an exquisite life in the palace! I am very honored to have enjoy the privilege of being fed and looked after by the prince himself. Isn't that every little girl's dream?" She mocked him with a smirk and a very much exaggerated, sarcastic wink.

He rolled his eyes, but could not hold back the smirk that played on his lips in return. He liked her. A little too much.

"But well as it is, I shall go on with the story." Ivy announced then. "I left the gardens and ventured into the city only moments after you were gone. Being there, I gathered a few things and…"

"You 'gathered' them?" Loki interrupted with a questioning frown.

"I am very convincing when I need to be." She smirked at him proudly.

"So you stole them."

"No! Like I said, I gathered them. No one complained, no one asked me to pay."

Loki's frown deepened as she spoke. For him he knew it to be easy to get whatever he wanted, merely by the use of words and trickery. But that was his talent… "You are not by any chance related to me, or anyone I know?" He asked with a very much sarcastic undertone, lifting one eyebrow. "Got any relatives in Jotunheim?"

Ivy chuckled, but continued her story without paying any more attention to Loki's question, much to his dismay. "Well, it seems to me now that I was tricked at this point, somehow… " She made a short pause, whether it be for dramatic purposes or to remember what had happened from that point on. "I… I think after my visit to the baker's, that's when I was poisoned. But I don't know for which sick reasons someone would poison their bread..."

That actually caught Loki's interest for very much understandable reasons. "You ate bread someone just gifted you on the streets? Not very smart…"

She snarled and nudged him in the side with her elbow… and immediately regretted having acted upon instinkt, without thinking.

Loki turned his body back towards her in a scary slowness, glaring at her dangerously as his facade slipped to reveal him not to be all that stoic anymore. His face was only a few inches away from hers, and Ivy could see golden sprinkles dancing in his darkened eyes.

But despite knowing of the huge mistake she had made, she wouldn't think to apologize. Backing down in a situation like this would not help her in gaining his respect.

"Don't touch me…" He merely hissed, before averting his eyes and leaning back against the wall, staring into the empty air.

Ivy didn't go on with her story just then. She wasn't all that afraid of him, but also didn't have an imminent deathwish. And while she was well aware of the fact that he could kill her before she would even realize that he had moved, she also knew that she could end him just as easily.

"Aconitum." He finally said, his voice still a little icy, but not as threateningly low anymore. More of a chilly disdain and a cold hatred.

"Yeah, I just thought the same thing…" She said sarcastically, not able to keep her damn mouth shut. He shot her a warning glare in return.

"Sorry. What is with 'Aconitum'?" She sighed, as she had to admit that she hated knowing less than he did.

"It's commonly known as wolfsbane. It's a…"

"Flower, yes I know. Is that what poisoned me?" She asked incredulous, interrupting him to get to the point.

"No, I was thinking of sending you a bouquet." He answered in the same sarcastic tone she had used before. Now it was her turn to lean her head to the side and raise her eyebrows at him, utterly unimpressed.

"Yes," He sighed finally, in something like resignation. "That is was poisoned you."

"Who would put that stuff into bread?!" Ivy wondered out loud. "And how do you know that is was wolfsbane?"

"Please, Ivy, I am sure you must have a moderately capable brain, otherwise I would not even be speaking to you…" Loki sighed exaggeratedly. "Please, use it before bothering me."

Ivy snorted, shaking her head ever so slightly. The more she came to know Loki, the more she understood why people couldn't stand him. And oddly enough, she could see a lot of herself in him at the same time. She pushed that thought back into the deep shadowy areas of her mind, locking it up to be dealt with at a different time.

"You healed me. You… how did you do that?" She wondered.

"Good." He answered shortly, but then smirked. "Like everything I do."

Ivy closed her eyes and lightly hit her head against the wall behind her multiple times. WHY was he so difficult?! So much like herself…

"As for the bread…" He finally said, on a more serious note. "Do you know who gave it to you?"

Ivy opened her eyes, surprised that he was actually making an attempt to help her in figuring this out. "I acquired it in the royal bakery, down in the east. I just couldn't help myself after having all those royally perfect dinners the previous nights." She sighed dramatically, and out of the corner of her eye she believed to see Loki smile ever so slightly as well.

"So it was intended to be brought here to the palace… Interesting." He thought out loud. "I would assume you were not the intended target for the poison, then."

"Please, Loki, I am sure you must have a moderately capable brain, otherwise I would not even be speaking to you. Please, use it before bothering me with realizations so obvious that even a dead squirrel could phrase them more interestingly." She spoke his own words to him, adding the last part in a highly sarcastic voice, grinning. "Come on, don't be so lame."

Before she could as much as laugh about the face he was making, he had lunged at her and tackled her to the ground, kneeling on her torso while pressing an ice blade against her throat. The ragged edge cut into her delicate skin immediately, drawing a small stream of blood that ran down her neck and to drip onto the clean white floor.

"How dare you…" He hissed, and Ivy could see the darkness that had been hidden deep within his eyes, behind his many layers of facade, finally surfacing now to overshadow his pain.

"You know, if you weren't always threatening to kill me while we are in this position, I could actually bring myself to enjoy it." She stated in the most natural and relaxed tone she could manage, while her heartbeat skyrocketed nonetheless.

All of a sudden the darkness vanished from Loki's face as he jerked away from her, taking silent steps backwards until his back touched the wall behind him.

Chuckling, Ivy sat up. "That was all? Your attempt to subject me?" She glared at Loki, teasing him... testing his strength if only to feel her own heart beating faster in pleasant anticipation. "No surprise you failed on Midgard..."

Fear and irritation overtook Loki's common sense and turned into undirected anger, urging him to lash out. And just like that, he stormed back at her, ready to fight for real this time.

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 57:Travails of Royalty

Chapters: 57/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: none Relationships: Loki x Reader (There We Go) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor(Marvel), Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), In Which Thor Has Regrets, Loki Tries To Be A Good Brother In The Harshest Way, Sometimes One Has To Point Out Painful Truths And Loki Has Done That Before

Summary:  Beneath the crown there sits a man, with the heart of a man, and the fears, determination, and regrets of a man. The measure of the man is the measure of the king. Thor Odinson knows this, and still worries that he measures poorly.

Loki stormed back into the main banquet hall, ready to give the annoying little twit a piece of his mind, but Thor had already intervened, detaining Gloa and lecturing her fiercely. Most of the Asgardian nobles had vacated the hall by now; those that remained were not among Gloas friends. They watched smugly as the Allfather himself had to take her into hand, and Loki knew she would be prodded about this for some time.

You had fallen back into a little knot of Avengers; Loki could see your hat among them. He headed to you first.

“Are you harmed, my dear?” He asked. Gloa was not a warrior, but she was still Asgardian. If she struck you, it could hurt you very badly.

“No, I'm just super mad!” You snarled. “I don't know where she gets off-did you know she doesn't even have a job? Andsvarr's a noble, and he has a job! He does something useful, instead of just sitting around and leeching off everyone else like a fucking parasite!” You raised your voice on that last part, and Gloa looked away from Thor to glare at you, even though she could not understand your words.

“Loki...Loki.” You clutched at his robe. “I need to go stab something. Can I head to the training area for a little while?”

“Oh. Yes, of course. Please do, go vent your frustrations on something that is not a subject of mine, whom I am obligated to protect, despite how vile I personally find them to be.”

“Didn't you chop off a guys hand?” Natasha asked. “I'm sure I heard that somewhere.”

Loki turned away, nose in the air. “He broke the law.”

“The law of Dont Fuck With Loki's Main Squeeze?” Bucky asked.

“Yes. Now get her out of here before someone else tries anything.”

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You strode through he halls with Natasha, Mr. Barnes, Steve, and Mr. Rhodes at your sides, You could only imagine what you must look like to those you were passing; A storm on your face, and the king's friends for an escort. But room was made for you in the general training area.

“Okay, come on kiddo.” Mr. Rhodes said. “Show us how it's done in Asgard.”

You showed them all your knife, explained what it was, where it had come from, and how you'd gotten it. Natasha nodded slowly at the explanation.

“Yeah, sounds appropriate that you should have it.”

“I've been training with the Valkyries, and with Loki when I can.” You said. “Got a long way to go though.”

You showed them your drills, how you took on the training dummy, how you compensated for your smaller-than-Asgardian size. Your entourage watched as you went, ignoring the stares from the other trainees. They were probably used to stares, and even you were beginning to become numb to them.

“...So...” You panted, coming to a halt. “That's basically what I know...Haven't had to actually use any of this though...”

“That's probably a good thing, kid.” Mr. Rhodes said. “Did they teach you to just rush in like that, or is it because you're mad?”

“Huh?”

“What he's saying is that this style is...very Asgardian. Even the way Loki fights is very Asgardian.” Natasha said. “Meaning that, while he does add a bit of misdirection to it, he still fights like an Asgardian. Fast, hard, and very aggressive. That might not be the best technique for you, though. You don't have the same kind of physical power and durability. What you do have, is the element of surprise. Would you let me show you how to use it?”

Personal training with an Avenger? You leapt at the opportunity.

“She's gonna regret that.” Mr Rhodes said.

“Gonna regret it.” Steve echoed.

“I'm not.” Mr. Barnes said. “I get to watch.”

“You get to participate. Get over here and prepare your insteps for pain.” Natasha commanded.

Mr. Barnes approached, sighing in defeat as the others jeered at him.

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“We can't just imprison people for saying things, Loki.” Thor insisted. “We'd run out of room in a day.”

“A public flogging then!” Loki said hotly.

“Loki!”

“I am beyond done with that little twit, Thor! She's been like this for centuries, but she's been crossing greater and greater lines lately. We've seen what happens when we allow these things to escalate. _____ has seen what happens, and it landed her in the healing wing with a broken face! I'll not risk it again!”

“Do we make insults illegal then? How will you keep yourself from prison, were that the case?”

Loki glared. Of course he knew he was powerless in this. What Gloa did was wrong and petty, but not illegal.

That was all too familiar.

“I understand your ire, brother. The things some of Jane's peers would say about her...and just because she was a woman and in an experimental science...it still raises my fury. But the best thing you can do for her is stand by her. Your mortal is resilient, but you can be the mighty oak on which she leans when she is weary.”

Loki liked that image. Of being strong, and steady for you. The powerful mast and billowing sails of the ship that carried you on your life's journey. The cloak around your shoulders that kept you warm when the winds of life threatened to chill you. The-

“We can forbid Gloa from talking to her.” Thor said, interrupting Loki's dreamy reverie. “But I wonder what precedent that will set. It would probably look like you were just throwing a tantrum right back at her.”

“Surely I'm not that unbecoming.”

Thor shrugged. “Not all the time.” He teased.

“I can be worse.” Loki mock-threatened.

“I know.” Thor said. “But could you put off your worseness for a few years? Just until we get a few more buildings up?”

“I'll think about it.” They both chuckled. “I'm not just going to let this go, though. Alarr has seemed quiet for now, but those who agree with him are not so restrained. You've been having to deal with them yourself, haven't you?”

Thor sighed, a long gust of exasperation. “I didn't want to bring it up. I didn't want to distress you, or her. Gloa isn't the only one, she's just the most directly vocal about it. There are several of the highest noble families that have made her the symbol of their opposition to human assimilation. Several have made attempts to trick me into passing legislation that will limit or harm her, and any other humans within our borders. Some of it was so broadly worded that it could have been used against our Vanir citizens, or even those whose ancestors intermarried.

You know, I realize that I have been irresponsible in the past, but I'm not sure why they all think I didn't get the same education they did. Do I truly seem like there is nothing but air between my ears?” He caught the twinkle in his brother's eye. “Don't answer that.”

“I believe the greater problem is that they cannot fathom the change that has come upon us, so they are pushing back without much thought as to how it might effect even other Asgardians.” Loki said, then shrugged. “That's if I'm being generous. Long-standing prejudices are not unfamiliar to Asgard. The high families may be taking this chaos as a chance to rearrange Asgard to their liking. I've heard of humans doing this many times. They call it an 'ethnic cleansing'.”

Thor shuddered. “I won't allow it.”

“I know.” Loki said. “But they will continue trying, nonetheless.”

They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, wrapped up in the challenge laid out for their future.

“I have other bad news...” Loki said, then shook his head. “No, more like...potentially uncomfortable news.”

“Ugh, lay it out.” Thor said.

“The Vision tells me that he has been sensing occasional disturbances that might be someone utilizing the power of one or more of the Stones.”

Thor shook off the malaise of the previous conversation instantly.

“What does he mean? What did he tell you?”

“Very little. Mostly that his connection with his stone is making him aware of vague fluctuations in the power of the stones. We have attempted to narrow it down: Space and Time are secure, and have not been used recently, Mind is secure, and has not been used...that Vision is aware of. I do not personally believe that your pirate friends currently have the capability to use the Power stone between them, but if you can contact them, perhaps you should. The specter on Vormir has not contacted anyone, but perhaps one of us should speak with Miss Romanoff about it.”

“Oh no.” Thor said.

“However, that leaves only one.”

“Oh no.”

“Therefore, we need to contact Dr. Foster.”

“Oh no. No, I can't. I can't do that, you know I can't do that.”

“I know, but we are still going to have to do it.”

Thor drooped. “I told her I would leave her alone.”

“And was she happy about it?”

“She wasn't happy about anything. I destroyed her life.”

“I disagree.”

“I dragged her back in to all of this!”

“She flung herself into this of her own accord.”

“How can you say that?”

“Years ago, she saw a cosmic anomaly out in the desert, and drove towards it with such joyous abandon that she ran you over with her vehicle. Years later, she stuck her hand into a glowing void, heedless of what might be there. Years after that, she enthusiastically threw herself back into the battle for cosmic safety, and she would have done so even if you had not asked. You think you 'lured her into danger' or 'tricked her into coming into contact with the Aether again', but it had already chosen her. Her very personality guaranteed that this would be her fate, with or without you. This is less about you than you think.”

Thor grumbled unintelligibly. Loki knew he'd thought about these things before but didn't want to accept them. No one wanted to accept that they might not be the most important thing in a loved one's life; he certainly didn't. But that was how it had always been between Thor and Jane, to Loki's eyes at least. She just wasn't the type to mope about men, not when there were cosmic mysteries to pick apart.

“In any case, I am going to contact her. You are free to skulk about and hide if you wish. You are the king, after all.” Loki continued.

“All right, all right, stay your stinging tongue. Perhaps I have misplaced my backbone, when it comes to her. It's just that I adore her still...” Thor sulked.

“And you are not used to being scorned.” Loki pointed out.

“I'm already down, must you keep kicking?”

“Oh dry up, brother. Stand tall instead of wallowing in assumed guilt, and she may even talk to you again.”

“Do you think so?”

Loki rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. “I'm going to go find _____, and get into contact with Dr. Foster. If you will not extend a formal invitation to her, then I shall.”

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“I didn't even know elbows could bend that way.” You mused.

“They can't!” Mr. Barnes griped. “Go easy dollface, I've only got one good one left!”

“And what do we do when our opponent tries to solicit sympathy from us?” Natasha asked.

“We go harder!” You exclaimed enthusiastically. Mr. Barnes groaned.

You knew he was just putting on a show. He was at least as tough as Steve, but he worked well as a foil for Natasha's teaching, not making things easy on you, but not making them impossible either. If you did it right, the things she taught you worked, so you knew for sure when you were nailing a new technique.

You'd been going for some time, and you were simultaneously energized, and worn out. These exercises were very different from the ones you had been performing, working different muscles, forcing you into a different headspace. They were very good-natured about your inexperience. It wasn't that your Asgardian tutors weren't patient with you, but they didn't show the same camaraderie.

Still you were flagging, your initial anger long since waned. Gloa could go step on a Lego, for all that you cared, but you probably should bring up with Loki that almost-threat she'd made.

Funerary boat? What did that mean? Was that what Adgardian funerals were like? How did Asgardians address death, anyway? Surely they couldn't have made graveyards! You had seen Loki's projection of Asgard: it was tiny, far too small for graveyards, even for the long-lived Asgardians.

You really needed to ask Loki about Asgardian customs surrounding death. As a Seidkona, and Loki's Seidkona specifically, you might be required to be present or even participate in a funeral, if any Asgardian actually died during your relatively short lifespan.

A glint of light caught your attention, and a dozen things rushed through your head in less than a second.

A knife! Gloa had threatened you. There were assassins within Asgard. You did not want to get stabbed again, not for anything. You had magic. Practically the instant you saw the gleam, you had turned the object back on the person who had thrown it.

It bounced off Steve Rogers chest and clattered to the ground.  

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader ~ Rest Assured [Pt. 10]

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A/N: Sooooo.... Plans have changed and now there will be more than ten chapters because this segment ended up being much longer than anticipated. I’m sorry it took this long for me to write and post this chapter!

Also, the time difference between now and the previous chapter is mentioned in the dialogue, but for those of you who want to know before reading this, it has been two Midgardian years.

Word Count: 2359

“Well, that should conclude today’s session. Have you experienced any negative reactions or symptoms since my last visit two nights ago? Lightheadedness? Headaches?”

“No, she has not,” Loki answers from the threshold of the room, stepping in with a sly smirk on his face, “and, as my wife, she would be wise to inform me if otherwise, right, darling?”

“Spying on us again?” An amused smirk stretches across (Y/n)’s lips. She gestures for her husband to take a seat beside her on the bed, her head immediately resting upon his shoulder. “You both know as well as I do that I have been feeling just fine, so quit worrying so much over nothing. All that fretting will turn you two into wrinkly old fellows before I even get a chance to become a mother.”

A pregnant silence leaves the God of Mischief and Sorcerer Supreme staring awkwardly at a random corner of the room. Their constant badgering comes with good intentions, but (Y/n)’s teasing brings up the fact that maybe, just maybe, they truly are worrying over non-existent health issues that she has long since overcome.

“Now, if you two don’t mind, I would like to rest.”

With a quick nod of acknowledgement, Stephen bids the two Asgardians a good night before exiting, the door automatically closing behind him thanks to JARVIS. Loki and (Y/n) remain unmoving in the darkness of their shared chambers, both unsure of their next move.

Deciding to break the silence, Loki clears his throat softly while glancing over at his wife. “You wish to conceive children in the future?”

“Of course,” (Y/n) answers quickly, though her voice can barely be heard. “Why would you ask such a thing? Of course I wish to have children with you, though I have no demands on when it will happen. Is it not something you wish for, my love?”

“I have done nothing to prove myself worthy to potentially be a parent. If anything, my actions discredit me.”

“Oh, Loki, you have done no such thing.”

“What are you tal-”

“Let me finish,” she states, cupping Loki’s face; her firm grip pulls the black-haired god closer until there is no longer an empty gap between them. Pressing a chaste kiss to her husband’s lips, (Y/n) ensures his eyes meet her own as she explains, “I understand and am fully aware that several…previous events…have broken both legal and moral codes, but you’ve moved on from that. So long as you learn from those mistakes and never repeat them, that alone proves your worth.”

“Be that as it may, there are many others from numerous realms who will disagree with such a statement.” 

“Who says you have to listen to them?” (Y/n) has a point. Listening to others has never been Loki’s favorite thing to do, so why should he bother to stop now? Plus, he can never win an argument against his perceptive wife— (Y/n) knows best. “Ignore those who only express their hatred towards our lives; they do not deserve a second of our attention.”

Birds chirp happily as they glide throughout the morning sky, providing a serene view as (Y/n) gazes out the window from her seat on the couch, the book in her hands long forgotten as her mind wanders.

“Good afternoon, (Y/n),” Thor greets as he strides into the room. Despite the large smile on his face, the dark circles convey his weariness from having just returned from a mission with his fellow heroes. “I was informed you wish to speak to me as soon as possible.”

The God of Thunder’s entrance startles her from her thoughts. She closes her novel, setting it aside with the intention to continue reading later on, and stands to greet her brother-in-law, who pulls her into a tight hug. Her arms remain wrapped around Thor for a moment longer than anticipated, prompting to him question the reason he was summoned.

“Yes, but first, I must ask: How are you, Thor? You must be exhausted between all the assignments with your team and your continuous travels to and from Asgard. Surely you can ask for Heimdall to pass on messages instead of running back and forth between two worlds, or request for one of his messengers to assist you?”

“Though the many journeys have left me weary, it is my responsibility to inform the AllFather of Loki’s progress here on Midgard. I do not wish to burden Heimdall. He has many duties as it is. Now, what is it you wish to discuss, (Y/n)?”

(Y/n) returns to her seat on the couch, resting her hands in her lap as they fiddle around anxiously. Patting the cushion next to her, she gestures for Thor to sit beside her. The large blond does as he is asked, a worried frown taking over the cheerful grin on his face once he notices the young woman’s nervousness.

“It has been nearly two Midgardian years since my departure from Asgard…and though I do not wish to pressure Loki into agreeing unless the decision comes from his heart, I have given this decision a lot of thought: if and when the time is right, I wish to have a child with your brother.”

“That is wonderful, (Y/n)!”

“Yes, however, Loki's opinion on the matter differs drastically. Your brother believes his attack on Midgard, along with his upbringing and bloodline, dictates the future of his child, should he decide to have one.” 

“I do not understand…” Upon noticing Thor’s blank, lost expression, (Y/n) shuffles to sit closer to her confused brother-in-law. For several seconds, the young woman remains silent to gather her thoughts in order to clarify the situation.

“Thor… Loki is afraid. His hands are stained with blood and betrayal, his biological father was a manipulative, cruel individual who only ever brought death and despair to those near and far, and numerous realms do not take kindly to his existence,” she cautiously explains in a hushed whisper, afraid to catch the attention of any unwanted listeners. “Your brother believes he is unfit to father offspring, and I am quite sure you are aware of his hatred towards his heritage. He still struggles to accept himself; he sees himself as a monster.

“As the child grows older, they will bear the responsibilities of being Asgardian royalty, which is a formidable expectation alone, but Loki’s past will follow our family even after our passing; it is a part of our history. Asgardians are warriors. We often yearn for the thrilling rush of being on the battlefield. If they were to learn of Loki’s current situation, that alone would rile the citizens enough to start a war between the people and sovereign family. Loki’s child will only receive hatred just as he does.”

“Father has a plan,” Thor interrupts (Y/n)’s explanation. He understands his brother’s fears, and with the help of the Allfather, steps have already been taken to ease the citizens of Asgard into the idea of Loki’s return to the realm. “We had discussed this long before Loki was permitted to return to Midgard with you. The Allfather plans to slowly convince the people of Brother’s improvements. With you by his side, I am sure we will be able to persuade them in no time!”

“Stark, I require your assistance on a matter of great importance!” Thor storms into Tony’s lab with only his thunderous footsteps and booming voice providing the latter any hint of the Asgardian’s arrival. The sudden announcement piques Tony’s curiosity, but without any context, he remains silent to allow Thor to continue his train of thought. “(Y/n) approached me with her concerns over a personal issue she wished to discuss, but given that you claim yourself to be a genius, I shall ask for your assistance.”

An eyebrow raises at the mentioning of (Y/n). Since Thor mentioned her issue being personal, Tony is confused as to why he is being so open about the matter; if it were him, he would not want his brother-in-law going to someone else to talk about a private problem, but maybe this is different.

“Okaaayy…I need context here, buddy. What sort of godly problems call for my help?”

“Loki requires assistance in bearing a child wi-”

“SAY WHAT,” Tony shouts suddenly, hands dropping the tools that were once hovering cautiously over a new prototype gauntlet. Said prototype discharges without warning thanks to a soldering iron coincidentally falling onto the operating panel.

From across the room, Bruce is quick to duck beneath a nearby desk as debris rains down from the hole in the ceiling that Tony has now created, shooting a pointed look at his colleague once the dust settles.

“My bad,” he apologizes with a sheepish grin. “But in my defense, Point Break shouldn’t have sprung that sort of information on me without any warning. I really didn’t need to know that Reindeer Games and his wife are trying to make more trickster gods. In my tower at that.” 

“That is where you are wrong,” interjects Thor, “My brother fears his late attack on your planet, amongst many other issues, will affect his ability to produce children. I understand you possess plenty of experience with women, especially with your lover, so I would greatly appreciate it if you could lend your expertise to Loki.”

The God of Thunder’s statement leaves Tony sputtering out his coffee mid-sip, staring at the man in question in absolute disbelief.

“Excuse me?! What did you just say? Please tell me that I did not hear what I think I just heard. JARVIS, am I going crazy?”

“Well, according to an analytic scan I performed the other day, your br-”

“Y- Don’t actually answer that. I was being rhetorical.” Hunching over the table with his temple resting on three fingers, the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist loudly exhales as he takes his time to take in the words Thor had just spoken. 

He truly does want to help the blond god, but the topic is neither his or Thor’s business to be sticking their noses into. Everything should stay between the two gods concerned with matter. Tony is pretty sure that if he were to approach either of the two to talk about it, they would turn him away.

“Okay. I’ll humor you for a bit, blondie. Why should I help you? Correction: Why should I help Loki? Even though he’s staying in my tower, that doesn’t mean I actually like him.” 

“As you already know, (Y/n) belongs on Asgard. Though she is content with staying on Midgard, so long as Loki is by her side, her heart longs to reside in the realm she was born to live on, and the Allfather is well aware of this. He allowed for (Y/n) to follow us to Midgard in hopes that Loki will yield to his lengthy sentence. 

“Those two are heirs to the throne. Without them, Father has nobody to succeed him when the time comes, as I do not wish to rule Asgard as its king. Loki and (Y/n) are expected to birth an heir in order to secure the fate of Asgard, should tragedy befall on either of them.”

“Wait, why don’t you want to be a king? I would love to be born into the royal family of gods from another planet.”

“Being a ruler is a heavy burden I am unequipped to bear. My brother, alongside (Y/n), is far wiser than I will ever be. He may not act like it at times, but Loki is the perfect candidate for King. I am far happier with my role as the protector of my realm, not its ruler.”

“But a king has to protect too, ya’’ know,” Tony points out. “But that’s beside the point. We’re getting off topic! So, what’s the point of me talking to your brother?”

“My father has informed me that Asgard shall soon accept Loki with open arms. If the two were to become parents, the Allfather may permit an early return. I understand that you wish for my brother to vacate your tower, and I only wish for him to live in contentment, so by helping Loki, we shall all benefit.”

A pregnant silence fills the room as Tony mulls over the proposition. A hand strays from his side to his beard, absentmindedly playing with the strands that come in contact with his fingertips. 

No words can describe how much he yearns for Loki’s departure from Earth, he must consider his options. On one hand, if he does help the blond god with his family issues, Loki will no longer bother the Avengers, life in the tower will be peaceful, and everyone gets to live a happy life. However, on the other hand, Tony is willing to bet his entire fortune that the God of Mischief’s reaction to the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist’s interference with his personal matters will be anything but positive. Since the start of his sentence on Earth, Loki has been irritating towards every person who has stepped foot in the tower, yet he has never crossed any lines. If Tony provides his input, he fears more than just lines will be crossed.

He prepares to say no, to turn his back on the situation and let it pass without another thought, but movement outside the laboratory captures his attention. Beyond the frosted glass, the wealthy hero watches as the blurry figure of Doctor Strange puts a hand to (Y/n)’s head; she must have gone to him with concerns regarding her health, since Stephen has been studying Asgardian anatomy and physiology within the adjacent lab in order to treat the female Asgardian during her stay on Earth. Despite the strong urge to turn his back on Loki, Tony cannot find it in his heart to do the same with (Y/n). And so, with the guilt hanging over his conscience like the blade on a guillotine, a decision is made.

“Well, looks like I’ve got no other choice but yours. Lead the way, Point Break.”

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Hopeless?

A/N: Hey remember that fic I wrote a million years ago Hopeless? Well in case you don’t links to the other two chapters are here: 1, 2. Anyway...here’s part three. Also this chapter is NSFW!!!

The next couple of hours went by in a blur. Besides Thor, Loki, and Banner, the entire Asgardian population was seeking refuge after their planet was demolished by Sutur and Hela. Everyone went into overdrive to make sure the citizens of Asgard were as comfortable as they could be, for a people who just witnessed the destruction of their planet that was.

Y/N wasn’t sure if she should seek out Loki or avoid him all together. She was so confused. The last she had heard, Loki was dead. Thor wouldn’t lie to her right? So what had happened? She went through the motions of helping citizen after citizen until Tony called a meeting of all the Avengers.

Y/N made her way into the conference room and it struck her that she didn’t know where to sit. A year ago, she would’ve sat next to her then boyfriend Steve Rogers. They always sat next to each other during briefings, they had been inseparable. Ever since their breakup she had decided to sit next to Peter Parker and the two would pull pranks during the briefings, much to the annoyance of Tony. But this wasn’t the time for pranks. In the conference room the mood was tense. This was the first time everyone had been back under the same roof since the airport incident in Germany. Not to mention the Asgardian elephant in the room. Loki was back for the first time since attacking New York and nobody knew how to deal with that, least of all Y/N.

Seeming to pick up on her anxieties, like he had been doing for a while now, Steve extended a hand to Y/N and offered the open seat next to his. She sighed partially in relief and partially in worry as she sat next to him. She wasn’t sure where they stood with each other currently. She had seen him and for a brief moment it was like their breakup never happened. But it had, and then Loki came back. Something she never expected in her wildest dreams. Y/N wasn’t sure what the hell to think.

“Thank you all for coming.” Tony stated as he walked to the head of the table. Everyone sensed the palpable tension in the room, it was hard not to. “I know for most of us, being in the same space right now isn’t ideal. But, that doesn’t matter now. I got a distress call from Thor here and I decided to help him. So I guess I’ll turn it over to him now. C’mon Point Break, tell us what happened.” Tony finished as he awkwardly turned the floor over to Thor.

Thor had changed a lot from the last time Y/N had seen him. For one thing he was missing an eye. He had also cut his hair and wore a more serious expression than she was used to seeing. Clearly, whatever had happened to him since Sokovia wasn’t good.

“My friends,” Thor started as he addressed the room. “It’s been awhile since we last met. Unfortunately, Asgard is no more. I’m sure by now my people have filled you in with what they know. Asgard was destroyed by the being Sutur, and my sister Hela. We have come here to seek refuge on Midgard. I could think of no better team to aid me than the Avengers. I know you all must have many questions so I open up the floor to you.” Thor finished. He had come into his own, Y/N noted. He spoke with a regality that he didn’t have before. Nobody was really sure what to ask or how to go about it. Not being able to stand it any longer Y/N opened her mouth to ask the question that had been burning in her mind ever since the Asgardians stepped foot into the compound.

“How is Loki here?” Y/N questioned, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “The last I heard he was dead. What happened?” Y/N finished the question, letting her eyes lock with the god in question. He looked older, changed. His eyes still held the same mischievous glint that she recognized but he seemed different. Somehow softer. But Y/N was just sure she was imagining things. She couldn’t let herself hope that the Loki she knew actually existed before her now.

“Lady Y/N, when we last spoke of my brother it is true I thought him dead. However, he was not. He was on Asgard hiding in plain sight as our father.” Thor spoke. As he said this, murmurs of uncertainty made their way through the room. Y/N could sense Steve at her side, sitting up straighter in his chair. She looked over at him curiously, really taking in his appearance for the first time. He had let his hair grow and he had grown a beard. His once proud and bright star spangled uniform was replaced with a darker, edgier version. Steve seemed more rugged now. Y/N wondered what he had gone through in the past year that had garnered such a change in appearance.

“How do we know we can trust him?” Steve asked Thor as his hand settled itself protectively on Y/N’s upper thigh. He gave it a reassuring squeeze as he continued speaking, “Last time Loki was on Earth he terrorized New York, brainwashed Clint and Selvig, and kidnapped Y/N. What makes you think he’s changed?”

Looking over at Y/N, Loki felt a twinge in his heart. This mortal who had stolen a part of him all those years ago was again in front of him. Captivating as ever. She had been the first to question his authenticity, she had showed concern for him. She said she asked his brother about his status. But why? Did she know what she meant to him? She couldn’t possibly know. Then Loki saw who was sitting next to her, rather, who was touching her. Captain Rogers, as present as ever. Loki had known. He always knew. Of course Y/N would run to the Captain for stability and comfort. But he could never give her what she wanted, not really. Loki decided it was finally time for him to speak, he wouldn’t let himself be held on trial by Steve Rogers of all people.

“What’s changed, mortal, is that I haven’t killed you already.” Loki retorted practically seething. All that got was a response of yelling from various parties in the room. Loki tried to get Y/N to look at him but her eyes were glued on Captain Rogers.

Thor stepped forward again in an attempt to quell the outburst. He raised his hands above his head as he began to speak, “Settle down. Loki does not mean his words. He has proven himself to me and that is all that matters. He will not betray us. He helped save the people of Asgard. He can be trusted.” Thor said in that kingly voice of his.

The rest of the meeting went by quickly. Tony explained that the refugees would only be staying for a month max, until they could be relocated to Norway. In the meantime, all of the members of the Avengers would live in the compound together and try to coexist. They would help out the Asgardians if they needed it with acclimation to life on Earth. When the meeting was adjourned Y/N made her way back to her room. She swiftly shut the door behind her and pulled out her journal and began to furiously write. Page after page she poured out all the events that had transpired in the past five hours. She processed how Steve and the others were back, how Thor and the Asgardians needed refuge, how Loki of all people was alive and now living in the compound. She couldn’t believe it. Thor said Loki had changed and he could be trusted but was that true? Should she try and find Loki and confront him about what she had been feeling for the past five years? She was mulling all of this over when she heard a knock at her door.

“Come in!” Y/N called as she put her journal back into her desk drawer.

“Hey, can we talk?” Y/N heard Steve ask from the doorway. She beckoned him inside her room and then shut her door. They both awkwardly stood there, neither one of them sure who should speak first, and what exactly to say.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I left.” Was all Steve could manage to say.

Y/N laughed, “Sorry?” She questioned. “That’s all you have to say? Sorry.” She responded flatly, not really knowing she was angry until now. Everything from the past year and also past five hours, all those emotions, came bubbling to the surface and took the shape of anger. “You leave me in Germany with nothing more than a flip phone and a note and all you have to say for yourself is sorry.”

“You know I couldn’t have brought you with me, it was too dangerous.” Steve responded, defending himself. “Plus you signed the accords, I couldn’t risk you becoming a fugitive.”

“I signed them because I thought I was doing the right thing for the world Steve!” Y/N yelled. “If you would’ve told me what was happening with Bucky instead of keeping me in the dark I could’ve done something!” She seethed. All of the feelings she had from the past year; hurt, anger, betrayal, came back to the surface. Not to mention the confusion she felt for seeing Loki come through that door earlier today.

“I didn’t want you to get involved, you could’ve gotten captured!” Steve roared back. He stepped closer to her, wanting to protect her. He didn’t want to fight but he had to tell her why he did what he did.

“But it should’ve been my choice to make Steve! Mine! You took that away from me. How could you do that? After everything we’ve been through, don’t you know I would do anything for you?” She questioned back, sudden tears coming to her eyes. All the hurt she felt from him leaving came flooding back, and suddenly she was there a year ago holding the note again. Steve had said he couldn’t risk her getting hurt, he had taken her choice away from her. He had been selfish. She wanted to help him but now she couldn’t.

“No! I couldn’t risk losing you again!” Steve roared. “Not after I nearly lost you during the battle of New York.” Steve said suddenly feeling defeated as he sat down on her mattress and put his head in his hands. “I almost lost you once and I couldn’t fathom the possibility of that happening again.” Steve said quieter now.

Y/N felt her heart pang with pain. She hated seeing Steve in any sort of anguish, it always tore her up. All of the anger she felt had suddenly melted away as she moved towards him.

“Hey, you’re not gonna lose me, I’m right here.” She said softly as she held Steve’s face in her hands. She gently stroked his slightly long hair with her hands and he visibly calmed down. She hated seeing him so worked up like this. She had only seen it a handful of times. Without thinking, she straddled him and positioned her hands on either side of his face. “I’m right here Rogers.” She said with a slight smile on her face.

That seemed to calm him down. He let out a long held sigh and his hands came to rest on her waist. They looked into each other’s eyes and it was as if nothing had changed between the two of them. Like they were just two lovers in each others embrace. Ever so slowly, Y/N brought her lips onto his and kissed him tenderly. It was the only way she knew how to show him that she was there, with him, in this moment and she was okay. Slowly, she felt Steve ease into her kiss. His arms wrapped tighter around her waist, drawing her even closer to him. She moaned softly into his mouth as her fingers threaded themselves through his hair. He brought one of his hands up to hold her head in place, effectively deepening the kiss. Their tongues mingled and danced together, sliding past each other tenderly. Y/N slowly began to grind herself onto the Captain’s lap, earning a low groan from the back of his throat.

Steve began to kiss along her jaw until he found the sweet spot on her neck. She let out a gasp that quickly turned into a moan. Her hips continued to move on their own accord against his growing member. She felt the familiar heat begin to pool between her legs. Almost effortlessly, Steve picked her up and placed her on the bed, positioning himself over her. He quickly brought his lips back to hers and she happily accepted his mouth. She reached for the hem of his shirt and made quick work of pulling it over his head. He did the same with hers, and slowly but surely all of their clothing was off and in a heap on the floor. Y/N felt Steve’s hand go between her thighs to where she needed him. She let out a moan as he spread her legs with his knee and found her clit. He massaged it between his fingers and her back bowed, arching off the bed. She whimpered as he slowly inserted two fingers in her dripping core. He swallowed the moans coming from her mouth with his lips, greedily pumping his fingers in and out of her.

She gripped his shoulders as she bucked her hips into his hand, loving the feeling of friction when the heel of his hand met her swollen clit. “Please Steve, I need you, I need to feel you inside of me.” She pleaded with him. He happily obliged as he removed his fingers and placed his member between her legs. He slowly entered her and the gasps she was making as she adjusted to him were music to his ears. He filled her inch by glorious inch until he bottomed out. In a tender gesture he leaned down and kissed her passionately as he began to move. As he pounded into her their mouths collided and meshed. They each poured all of their emotions from the past year into that kiss. Y/N moaned in pleasure as Steve continued to thrust into her, missing the feeling of him inside of her. He knew what she liked and how to make her come undone for him. He reached between their bodies and slowly started to rub her clit. Every so slowly Y/N felt the coil in her stomach tighten until she couldn’t hold it in anymore and she came around him. She let herself go as she moaned his name. He thrust a few more times and then Y/N could feel him spill inside of her.

Steve had pulled out of her and both of them just laid silently in each others arms. Neither sure what this particular event meant. Technically they were still broken up but Y/N wasn’t sure if that mattered anymore. She looked over at Steve next to her and a small smile played at her lips as she saw him asleep next to her. She chuckled to herself, of course he was tired. After the day and the fight they both had, not to mention the sex, it made sense. She decided it was best not to wake him and she got up out of bed. She put on a robe and made her way out of her room. She walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see nobody else there. Then she looked at the clock, 2:00am. Maybe her fight and everything with Steve had gone on longer than she had thought. She opened the cabinet to get a glass and set it on the counter. She then turned and opened up the fridge looking for something to drink. Reflecting on the day she had, she took out a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. She was about to put the bottle back in the fridge when she heard him.

“Would you mind pouring me a glass as well love?” Loki questioned in that silky smooth voice of his. Even after all these years, his voice had the same effect on Y/N. It sent a shiver up her spine. Wordlessly, she grabbed another glass out of the cabinet and poured out wine for him as well, her eyes locked on his the entire time. Afraid he would leave if she took her eyes off of him for a second, she left the bottle on the counter and handed his glass to him. For a brief moment their fingers touched and she felt a spark. She gasped quietly and pulled her hand away. She couldn’t believe he was here, she had so many questions to ask him she wasn’t sure where to start.

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[carry-on-my-pretty-weeper]

Catching Lightning Chapter 18

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Peter, Reader, and Avengers

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: PG-13: fighting and violence

Author’s Note: not going to lie i’m kinda running out of steam for this fic. I have the ending and everything but idk if I want to write it all out. I feel like it rarely gets any notes and notes are how I figure out if I’m doing good. but idk we’ll see I guess.

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<<17 / 19>>

When you came to you were in the apartment of your second dream. Loki was there and for split second a look of terror crossed his face until he noticed it was you. “What are you doing here?” he demanded angrily.

“I didn’t have a choice, okay? It’s not like I asked to be strangled,” you huffed trying to figure out how to get back to reality.

“What on Midgard are you talking about?” he inquired as he rolled his eyes.

“Well apparently I’m connected to you and Thor’s mind due to the fact that I’m like Mjölnir! I can only connect with you guys when I’m asleep but right now I’m being strangled by one of my friends because of a fucking terrorist organization hacked into her mind or something. I can’t get back to my real body so I’m probably going to die alone with you!” you yelled at him. You started hyperventilating and you realized you were going to have a panic attack. Trying to remember the thing’s Tony told you, you took deep breaths and were trying to calm down. Loki looked a bit empathetic as he absentmindedly touched his throat and he noticed hand marks appear on yours.

“Where are you?” he asked suddenly as he picked up a book.

“What do you mean?” you questioned him as if what he asked was absurd. Which to you it was.

“I asked where are you? As in where is your physical body?”

“It’s in the abandoned warehouse district in Queens,” you answered confused as to where this was going. He then disappeared leaving you by yourself.

Coming to Wanda was still above you but it was like something came over you. Power surged as you gained your bearings and kicked up getting her off of you. She hit the side of a shopping cart and yelped in pain. Getting back up swiftly she was about to charge at you again before the side of the building exploded. Both of your attentions were diverted as Loki walked in the building. All the Avengers actions stuttered as they realized who was there. You knew that they were going to attack him before you yelled out.

“Wait he’s here for me!” you shouted as Wanda’s attention was back on you. Shit. Scrambling to your feet you were about to fight when she was flung to the side and knocked out.

“I heard that you needed a bit of help?” he questioned smugly as he practically wiped out the entire sea of agents with a snap of his fingers.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement. Turning to the side you found the main Hydra agent that pissed you off earlier trying to crawl away. Loki seemed to follow your gaze. Sauntering over he picked him up by the collar of his shirt.

“Wait!” you exclaimed walking over to him, “He knows where Thor is.” Loki’s gaze turned menacing as he go closer to him.

“So you have my brother,” he strained through his teeth. “Where. Is. He.” The man remained quiet so Loki continued. “You mortals should know that I have ways to make you talk. I can use a variety of methods all that would be unpleasant for you. So unless you would like to explore them I’d suggest you’d tell me where my brother is.” But he still remained silent until Loki placed his hand to his head causing him to scream out. Loki waited until he uttered something you couldn’t hear. When he finished Loki let go of him and he slumped to the floor. You could see his chest slowly move up and down indicating that Loki did not in fact kill him.

“Where did he say?” you urged as Loki started to perform his magic.

“Germany.”

Suddenly you and the Avengers were not longer in New York but in Germany. Before you said anything Tony walked over to Loki and grabbed him by the collar. Loki let it happened and looked at him with a bemused face.

“Who gave you permission to just Wizard of Oz us here to Germany?” Tony demanded as his voice shook with anger.

“Seeing as though it is my brother that we are saving I think it’s fair that I’m the one making the executive decisions,” Loki challenged sneering down at Tony. Just as he did an arrow zoomed by grazing his ear and landed right next to his face.

“We still remember what you did in New York. Don’t think we forgot,” Clint declared as an emotion you’ve never seen, crossed his face. Bruce avoided eye contact at all costs but you could tell he felt the same.

“Guys, I know I’ll never be able to understand what Loki did in the past but we need him right now. Without him we’ll lose,” you tried to explain but you could see Tony immediately begin to try to rebut it so you added, “plus he did end up saving me.” The air changed for a split second as all the Avengers realized how close you were to dying. “We need him. If you don’t do it for him do it for me.” You looked at your friends your family with pleading eyes. Tony let go of Loki but threw him a glare. He angrily whispered something to Loki, you couldn’t hear but it made Loki’s frame become slightly ridged.

“We need to make a game plan, we can’t just run in there guns blazing. If they’re keeping Thor they are not just fooling around. They probably have some heavy duty stuff so be careful and be alert. We can beat them and here’s how…” Natasha laid out a solid plan and gave us all jobs. You and Peter were going to be a distraction, Clint and Steve would cover you, while the rest of the team would spread out and search for Thor. At first things went according to plan. What you didn’t account for was the tracking for electrical currents. So when you used your powers a loud alarm sounded which alerted the rest of the entire fucking facility that you were all there. Using your electrical whip you wrapped it around one of the agents and swung her around hitting other agents. An agent to your left shot at you and you felt it graze your shoulder leaving a small stinging sensation. As soon as he shot a bullet Peter webbed him and ran over to your side.

“Are you okay?” he shouted as he webbed another agents.

“I’m fine he just nicked my shoulder,” you answered back electrifying nearby stun guns making them blow up. His focal lenses shrunk and you could tell he had his concerned face on. “I’m fine.” Swinging off you could tell he was going to stay close by. For a second you swore you felt the electrical currents shift but it happened so quickly you couldn’t be sure. Then it happened again and it felt like a magnet was pulling you inwards towards the building. For whatever reason you felt like you had to start running. So you did. You ran in, despite the protests by the team.

When Peter saw out of the corner of his eye that you had started to run off he wasted no time following you close behind. He webbed a few men here and jumped over to your left. “What are you doing? What happened to the plan?!” he yelled out to you momentarily scaring you.

“I have to go this way. I don’t know why but I do,” you shouted as you ran fast fearing that Peter would try to stop you. But to your surprise he just followed you. But your mind wasn’t on Peter, it was on the pull that was getting stronger and stronger. Finally you reached a metal door, you tried the handle but it was locked. Kicking the door it did nothing. You could feel your powers surge but nothing enough to break down the thick metal door.

“Let me try,” Peter offered as you moved out of the way. Taking a couple steps back he ran at the door and threw his body towards it. The door breaks off and falls to the floor taking Peter with it. Inside the room was a shit ton of scientists and one unconscious Asgardian god. They had a ton of experimental tools with them and Thor was hooked up to a bunch of tubes and IV’s.

“Step away from ma fren’,” you threatened as you took a step forward. But one of the scientist lunged for a button while another reached for some gadget. You zapped the scientist headed for the button and Peter webbed the scientist going for the weapon. After a couple more seconds all the scientists were either stuck to the ceiling or passed out on the floor. Rushing over to Thor’s side you shake his arm to try to wake him up but it doesn’t work, shaking him a bit harder he still doesn’t wake. Looking at your hand you got an idea, gathering electricity in it you press it to his shoulder and he awoke with a start, yelling. “Woah! Thor it’s us! It’s me Y/n!” you exclaimed as he visibly calmed down.

“Lady Y/n? Spiderling? Where are we?” he asked as he tried standing but he faltered.

You started searching around for anything you found a roll of tape and some gauze, “I’m not sure of specifics but I know somewhere in Germany.” As you turned around he was already taking out his IV’s and such. “Hey! Wait,” you insisted as you started ripping off pieces of tape covering up the holes with gauze and taping it down. “You don’t want it to get infected,” you replied sheepishly realizing that as a god he probably couldn’t get infection or get sick in general. You heard a groan and turned to see one of the scientists waking up. Peter immediately webbed him but before he could web his mouth he yelled something out to you.

“Wait! Please! Don’t take him we need him!” he pleaded. Peter raised his hand to stop him from talking but you stopped him.

“Whaddaya mean ya need him?” you interrogated as you walked up to him.

“In order to complete the trials we need him! If you leave him we’ll let all of your friends go!” he babbled on as if you would leave him for Hydra.

“Sorry buddy but we aren’t leavin’ without ma pal.”

“We should probably get going,” Peter interjected peeking out of the now broke down door. Just as he finished his sentence another alarm went off. Spinning around you saw a different scientist’s arm on the button from before. Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw you thought as you could hear the pounding of agents footsteps. That little shit was stalling us! Thor was still woozy so Peter and you both took an arm and started running. As you were running Peter was tackled by an agent. You started to go back before he stopped you.

“I got this! Get Thor to the other Avengers,” he shouted as he webbed the agent who tackled him and the ones behind her.

“But I-”

“Just go!” So you ran as Peter held them off. You were running slower due to having a heavy god weighing you down. Your escape plan wasn’t working exactly because this time you didn’t know where you were going. You felt like you were getting lost until you ran into Steve.

“Where the hell did you g-” he stopped as he saw Thor leaning on you.

“Take him to the quinjet,” you ordered as you handed him off to Steve. You turned to run back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded grabbing your arm with his open hand.

“I have to go back, Peter, he’s- he said-” you explained frantically. A knowing look crossed his face as he let you go.

“You both better come back in one piece,” he stated as you sprint back the way you came with only one thought on your mind. Peter.

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H.O.B. Chapter 12 part ii

Chapter 12 part ii: A Ghost in Red Sets Fire Upon The Military and Civil Temples part ii

I’m sorry this has taken me so long to write! I’m trying to get my sleep schedule back on track and that means I put myself to bed earlier (I usually write these before bed). Oh well, maybe I’ll get better with my time management as I do more of these. ALSO: if anyone is interested, I have an HOB discord for anyone that would like to join. Please shoot me a DM for the link <3

ALSO ALSO: Thank you guys so much for 500 followers! You make me so happy UwU <3 I didn’t think there would be this many people interested in HOB since it’s still so early into the translation, and it seems that the English speaking fandom is rather small right now, so it makes me really happy to see all of you guys enjoying the content!

Let’s get started!

OH BOY, I forgot that we had just gotten Hua Cheng’s name! I don’t know if XL is familiar with him or his name at all, but we’ll see...

Alright so Hua Cheng is translated to... Well it’s directly translated to ‘flower city’ which cracks me up. I have a feeling that this is going to somehow be connected to Xie Lian also being known as the “Flower crown Prince”. It’s funny how he had such a gentle and kind memory of HC leading him through the forest, while everyone else is on edge just at the mention of him

Daww, XL is part of the Four Famous Tales <3 That’s somehow very comforting/pleasing to hear. Even though he ended up being cast out from Heaven, he at least had some positive stories told about him

It does seem a bit odd that he hadn’t heard of these Four Great Calamities, though maybe it’s just for story-telling purposes so we can hear them explained

Oh please don’t tell me that XL is the White Clothed Calamity D: HC has to be the Bloody Rain Reaching Towards a Flower (that’s even the name of the first arc that we’re in ohoho). I’m also guessing that the Green Light Wandering Nights guy is the one who hangs corpses in the forest?

Mmmmm then maybe the White-Clothed Calamity isn’t XL, if they’re those that became ghosts

Ohhh interesting... I thought that the demon realm would be separate from the mortal realm like the Heavens are. I guess that just comes from being used to the idea of Hell though. That’s very discomforting though, as a human in this world, to know that all of the worlds demons and ghosts just live among you

Oh, I was right about something! So it is Green Ghost Qi Rong

The water demon doesn’t make hardly any trouble and still is listed first, while mister GG causes mayhem all the time and isn’t even Devastation level. People really do love having things that match lol they probably did just add him to make it 4

The White Clothed Calamity isn’t XL, but he seems painfully familiar with the name. It seems that this demon is the one who wiped out his own kingdom 800 years ago. I can imagine how painful it must be for him to hear that name. I wonder if he was extinguished right after/soon after he destroyed Xian Le kingdom, or if he died later on  

Deathly Spirit Butterflies: cool as hell name 

“Wan’t to provoke the least”: note, not the one the Heavens “hate the most” or the one that Heaven “considers the strongest”, but the one that they “don’t want to provoke”. I don’t know if this is a literal translation or if it was just written this way to keep the flow of the story, but to think that the Heavens are wary of HC and consider him such a great threat that they, instead of trying to destroy him, are instead actively avoiding him/trying not to give him a reason to turn on them... I think that says a lot

For XL to be as famous and Jun Wu but forced to be a scrap collector for 800 years while the other lives in luxury... oof

If one wanted to get to know a Heavens’ Official, they’d only need to take a walk, find a temple to visit, examine the god’s statue, study how they dressed, and what kind of enchanted weaponry they carried. With that, one could understand them to a certain extent

Except for the fact that we’ve explored how these thing change depending on the artist of the statue and the popularity of the Official... Artistic liberty and such

Do they think his name is fake because of how little it fits him? As for his appearance, people can lost of different personalities. I wouldn’t put it past him to change his appearance either, as he seems to be quite powerful.

Where can I get me a man who is always accompanied by blood rain and butterflies?

Of the stories that are given, I think he’s gonna beeeee probably a mixture of all four actually

OoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO oh yeah okay I have thought’s and ideas after reading that he became an official and left on his own okay yes please lets just say #heavypining

“Even if it was true, it still had to be false” xD So thats what those in Heaven find embarrassing? Interesting

Alright, so we find out that even demons/ghosts can have worshipers. We also learn that HC is probably Loki in disguise

It was almost at the point where he had enough power to cover the skies with just a single hand.

I can see why the Heavens are cautious of him. I hadn’t realized that he also had such a large following that was comparable to the Heavenly Officials’ following

He had just come out of a volcano, but that’s not important~

Okay, time to do a bit of research on poison and why it made him so formidable

*insert jeopardy theme here*

Alright so what I’m seeing about Gu is that it’s a traditional CHinese poison made by sealing several venomous creatures in a container, like snakes, spiders, and scorpions, etc., and letting them eat each other, and thus condensing the venom inside one body. It was used for things like causing disease and death, but also could possibly be used as a love charm...? this os from wikipedia:

"For centuries, the Miao, particularly Miao women", writes Schein (2000:50-51), "have been feared for their mastery of the so-called gu poison, which is said to inflict death from a distance with excruciating slowness."

Let’s go back a bit, shall we?

“...sometimes a temperamental and disagreeable teenager, sometimes a gentle, kind and elegant beautiful man, or sometimes a gorgeous female ghost with a poisonous heart.”   

These things have really got me thinking now. I can’t stop reading about the poison GAH it’s so interesting!

I was confused with the wording of the sentence, “It was not a city where everyone raises Gu...” because why would someone RAISE poison? But now it makes sense, as the Gu, or Ku, is the survivor of that venomous buffet. When raised for a long time, it would continue to grown more venomous/poisonous

Oh. OH. Hua Cheng wasn’t studying Gu or making Gu, he IS Gu. Shit.

Okay he has to be Loki in disguise. To be a strong warrior and a competent scholar? Jeeze, he sounds like he really does have a lot of facets to his personality. To win in debates, you need to know when to yield and when to push. It makes me think of how when fishing, you need to sometimes let the fish swim away, but by doing that, you’re more likely to catch the fish in the end

Oh my god Hua Cheng offered his own ashes if he lost the bet, but he knew he would win xD When it says that he “openly invited” the 35 Officials, I wonder if he invited them by name, or if he just asked for 35 random Officials. I bet they were ones that were, at some point, cruel to XL huehuehue

And which 2 Officials thought he might actually defeat them? It says only 33 thought there wasn’t any chance, but that leaves two who thought he did have a chance. It seems like they didn’t participate, since it says that 33 lost the bet. I have a feeeeeeeeeling thats its XL’s two generals, because why wouldn’t it be? We need more circles withing circles, right?

In any case, people were very forgetful, in another fifty years, perhaps no one would remember it.

HAHAHA good luck with that

I can see why they don’t want to deal with him: he’s strong, cunning, and unpredictable. I doubt the Officials every get their temples burned (at least, it probably happens very, very rarely) so why would they think that HC would target the temples? They were left totally open and unguarded. What a smart cookie

I also like that he didn’t go after the two who decided not to fight him. I think that shows that he is, in a way, reasonable. He could have easily burned theirs as well, but they didn’t accept his challenge or his bet, so he left them alone.

Oh and it’s not just 33 temples, it’s all of the temples of all 33 Officials. Hoo boy, Hua Cheng, hoo boy

Jun Wu is right: don’t agree to something with such high stakes and then cry when it turns against you

Hua Cheng had also been very crafty, he only destroyed the temples and did not harm anyone.

A. GOOD. COOKIE.

Wait wait wait wait they can GO INTO PEOPLES DREAMS?! DUDE. They went into the dreams of such influential people and then lost so horribly RIP HEAVEN OFFICIALS WHO’S ARROGANT NOW BISH

So from everything that I’m reading about HC here, it seems that, and excuse me for bringing up Thor again, he doesn’t seek war, but is always prepared for it. He doesn’t openly attack people, but he’s certainly ready to fight if he needs to or feels threatened

Aaaaaaaaaaaand now a lot of them respect him. It must be such a weird dynamic between HC and the Officials: they’re Heavenly Officials for... heavens sake, and he is someone who, at least according to rumor at this point, had denounced his title as an Official and then became even stronger than many of the still current Officials. The more I read this, the more I understand why they can’t stand him. I think it’s not so much that they despise him like the 4 Clans despise WWX and want him dead, but more that they just want nothing to do with him, and are content with just staying away from him

Oh I totally saw that coming, that Mu Qing and Feng Xin were the two smart ones (or maybe they were just super uninterested) that didn’t bother with fighting HC

Op yep, it seems it was a bit of both haha they were busy and just didn’t want to bother. I wonder what their encounters were outside of the bet, since it says that they fought HC multiple times

Tadaaaahhhh- Our Highness the Crown Prince Xie Lian is totally smitten with those damn butterflies. I want to know what they do, or how HC uses them for the others to fear them that much. It says they cause “frantic devastation” so I want to see how they work

WEll I’m so glad that we’re finally getting some actual information on HC (I wasn’t expecting this much information this soon!). WE definitely still don’t know everything about him, so I can’t make a really good guess on what his personality is or anything about his character/morality, but he seems to be smart and reasonable to an extent.

Well, thanks for reading guys! See you hopefully in a few days when I get to chapter 13!

-Bee

[imagine-loki]

If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This

TITLE:  If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 34

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that when Odin found Loki on Jotunheim, he did not take him to raise as his son, as Frigga was pregnant at the time, instead he was given to a normal Aesir family. Years later, Loki meets Odin’s daughter Sigyn, and trouble ensues.

Thor thought through Anastasia’s plan. It was brilliant, if it would work, the hardest part was getting his father to consent to such a thing, and that was by no means something he thought was going to be easy, but he had to try.

Sigyn was not able to keep her facade of happy bride-to-be all the time. He was fully aware that every day closer to the farce of a wedding was a day closer to her losing her mind. He inhaled deeply and decided to go and do what needed doing, and went to meet his friend.

En route, he was forced to stop by a bothered looking Sif. ‘My dear friend, what is the matter, you seem somewhat perturbed.’

‘What is really going on with Fandral and your sister?’ Thor said nothing. ‘It does not make sense, Sigyn hates us.’

‘My sister had to make a choice, a suitable partner or banishment to Midgard, she chose the former and she chose to accept Fandral, that is all that needs to be known,’ He stated, walking past her. ‘What does it matter to you? Do you have reason to be envious?’

‘Of Sigyn and Fandral? Nothing of the sort, but he is my friend and I don’t want her using him as her next prank.’

‘Sif, I cannot impress on you enough, do not continue this. Fandral and Sigyn are doing what is right for them, do not interfere.’

Sif was startled by Thor’s demeanour on the matter. ‘I do not…’

‘Don’t.’

‘I will not.’ She raised her hand as though swearing on something. ‘Though, can I ask, is this to do with Sigyn’s disappearance from public due to illness?’ Thor looked at her, confused. ‘For a few months, there was no sign of her apparently.’

‘Yes, it has something to do with that.’

‘Alright.’ She accepted. ‘Do you want to go training?’

‘No, I can’t now, I need to speak to Fandral about something. Maybe soon.’

‘Thor.’ She gripped his arm, causing the other God to be forced to look at her. ‘I have no idea what is going on, but you can tell me.’

‘You have no idea, it is true, but believe me when I say, I cannot tell you, honestly, I cannot.’

‘I am here Thor, if you need me, as are the others.’

‘Thank you, Sif, but at present, I need to deal with other matters, so I will talk more with you soon. I am sorry for not saying more.’ There was an honesty to Thor’s words that told the Warrior Woman of the turmoil that she could not comprehend, causing her to wonder what exactly was going on.

*

Fandral looked at Thor, worried. ‘I’m not going to lie, I am worried.’

‘What is there to fret about, we are going to Vanaheim for a few days, meeting with friends, why would you not bring your betrothed with you?’

‘Because none of us has ever done that. When have you seen Volstagg and Hogun bring their wives to our outings?’

‘Their wives are not my sister.’

‘This will never cease to be wrong and odd.’ Fandral shook his head. ‘What if the Allfather finds out?’ He demanded.

‘We can live in risk of that and do nothing or we can do this and end all this madness.’

‘I am terrified as to what you are doing that you are not telling me, Thor.’ Fandral confessed.

Thor put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. ‘I swear to you, as Sigyn has, that none of my father’s wrath will fall on you, should this all come to light.’

‘I am hoping for more than a “should” here, Thor. I have come to realise that Sigyn is far more complex and dare I say it, incredible, in the time she and I have been in one another’s company, but I do not want to marry your sister.’

‘You asked for her permission to court before.’ Thor pointed out.

‘I was not aware her heart was not there to win.’ Fandral explained. ‘She loves this other man, nothing will sway that, her conviction to being reunited with him is incredible. She really is Sigyn the Loyal.’

Thor stood, silently wishing he could tell Fandral just how much Sigyn was fighting for.

‘I cannot lie, I am somewhat envious of this man, to have someone’s love like that. I hope he realises how lucky he is. Do you think we will ever be so fortunate?’

‘I like to hope so, but in reality, I am not sure. Sigyn is so unique, to put other women against her, perhaps that is to set them up to fail.’ Thor shrugged. ‘Fandral, I know I have asked too much of you thus far, and I find myself asking too much of you again, but please, we need to do this for Sigyn, she will err soon if she does not get this, and if that happens, I cannot see a way forward from this for her.’

Fandral thought over what his friend was asking of him, sighing heavily before rubbing his hands over his face. ‘Yes, I will do it. But if this does go wrong, Thor. Promise me that you will ensure my siblings and parents do not suffer.’

‘I will give my life, should it be required to prevent it.’

Fandral frowned. ‘What has happened? What has occurred to cause such conviction in you, to have you say such words?’

‘Do you recall the day you realised there are worse things than dying?’ Thor asked.

Fandral’s eyes widened at such a question. ‘Yes, after the battle on Vanaheim where the soldier lost his sight, an arm and his speech, he lay there, moaning in an attempt to talk in what I still am convinced today was a plea to end his life.’ Fandral found himself thinking specifically of that moment before looking to Thor. ‘Why, what has this to do with our current conversation?’

‘I have seen it happen my own sister. I have seen her suffer something none should ever suffer. There is no way that her sanity is not teetering as a result, I need to give her a chance to right the wrong.’

‘Well, as they say, no time like the present.’ Fandral stated as confidently as he could, Thor’s startling words set to haunt him for a time to come as he thought of Sigyn and her torment, whatever it was.

*

Odin looked at his son and soon to be son-in-law, contemplating their words. ‘So, just the three of you, no Volstagg, Hogun and Sif?’

‘No, they felt as though they were imposing. The dynamics of this are still somewhat blurred to them.’ Thor grinned.

‘I am sure it is odd for them, yes.’ Odin acknowledged. ‘But all things considered, I am not sure I can consent. Fandral and Sigyn are not yet wed. Were you to…’

‘Father, please, Fandral and I will share quarters, I will ensure nothing happens.’

‘I would consent if the Lady Sif were to go also, or else, all of your grouping but the three of you alone, no I will not.’

‘I will speak with them.’ Thor responded, wondering how he could explain enough, yet say nothing about the situation to the other warriors.

Odin gave a small nod before dismissing them. ‘On second thought, Fandral, if you could remain for a moment.’

Fandral froze in fear, looking to Thor pleadingly, though he knew there was nothing that Thor could do to assist before forcing himself to turn around. ‘Of course, Allfather.’

Thor was about to argue to stay to when he caught his father’s eye and felt that it was nothing too problematic and his remaining would cause it to become so. ‘I will go in search of the others, find me when you are done.’ He gave a smile and a clap on the shoulder to tell Fandral that it was nothing to concern himself with, which did little to quell the other man’s worries.

As soon as Thor left, Fandral inhaled deeply and faced the Allfather properly. Odin rose from his seat and walked towards him, Gungnir in hand, which did nothing to quench the terror that was gripping him. ‘I wish to speak with you, concerning my daughter.’

‘Yes, Allfather?’

‘From what I have seen, everything seems to be going well between you both.’

‘I like to think so, Allfather.’

Odin clapped his shoulder as his son had done. ‘Good. I am aware I have not had much to do with the majority of this romance. There is a line with Sigyn that I have learned not to cross anymore, one I have interfered with in this part of her life already.’

Fandral wondered if Odin was going to reveal something of Sigyn’s lover or of the crucial part of the puzzle that he was clearly missing, but he said nothing of it.

‘I pushed this courtship along in a manner that was not right, according to my daughter at least, I did not allow for her to be courted as she wished to be.’

Fandral knew of the conversation in question from his own conversing with Sigyn. ‘Yes, I know she was hoping for such things but she does understand her position clearly.’ He smiled.

Odin was slightly taken back by his knowing the conversation, but he took it as his daughter confiding in her betrothed, and not her angered ranting, as the case had been. ‘Good, wonderful. And who knows, very soon, once the wedding is done and dusted, if you were to have a few children, she would be too busy to worry about such things.’

Fandral frowned for a moment at Odin’s comment, but nodded and bade his farewells before leaving, a false smile on his face as he walked outside before finding his way to Thor, startled by Odin’s comments.

‘Fandral?’ He turned to see Volstagg smiling jovially behind him before frowning. ‘My friend, are you alright?’

‘Eh...yes?’

‘Dare I ask?’

‘I was just speaking with the Allfather.’

‘Regarding...Sigyn?’ Fandral nodded. ‘And, is there an issue?’

‘None.’

‘Then I fail to see the issue.’

‘How long are you and Susannah married?’

‘Coming up on three hundred years.’ Volstagg boasted proudly.

‘And Astrid is your only child?’

‘Unless I failed to count otherwise, she will be our first, yes?’ Volstagg was baffled by Fandral’s statement since his wife was indeed expecting their first child, a girl, due in two months time. ‘After only three hundred years, it is somewhat the norm to only be starting your family now, we are still quite young, I do not think her mother is too pleased.’

‘And Hogun and Ingrid are wed a hundred years?’

‘Hundred and fifty if I am not mistaken, and before you ask, no, there are no children there. She is hardly a thousand one hundred for Norn’s sake.’ Fandral gave a peculiar nod. ‘I have to ask, what in Valhalla’s name is going on?’

‘Sigyn is nine hundred.’

‘Yes, Thor’s thousandth Name’s Day was last year and she is under a century younger than him.’

‘So she is far too young to be considered to become a mother?’

‘She is barely a legal adult.’ Volstagg stated almost shocked at the idea. ‘She is only allowed court with six months at most and in my opinion, and I mean no malice, my friend, this courtship is already too fast heading to a wedding, a child is not a good idea at all.’

‘Exactly.’ Fandral agreed. 'The wedding is too much.'

‘You did not propose to her?’

‘No, the Allfather declared it.’

‘Odin Allfather is shoving his barely adult daughter into marriage?’ Volstagg asked, wanting clarification. ‘Have you gotten her in trouble? Is that what these questions of a child are about?’

‘What, no, I have not even lay with her.’ Fandral commented.

‘Really?’ Volstagg was somewhat startled by that declaration. ‘Though, I dare say she would not partake in certain acts before marriage, for the simple reason of that.’

‘No, but the Allfather is all but stressing upon me the idea of having her with child promptly after the marriage, almost as though he wants it to be immediately after.’

‘I think you are reading far too much into this. No father wants to promote his daughter being bedded, even by her husband, Susannah’s stepfather still is not talking to me for getting her pregnant and we are married three hundred years.’

‘Perhaps.’ Fandral dismissed, though only because it was clear his friend would not listen to his concerns on the matter. He knew only Thor and perhaps Sigyn would know if he was only being too cautious with his interpretation of the Allfather’s words.

[patrioticarcreactor]

Christmas Miracle

This is a gift for my lovely StarkQuill family. I love you guys, and I hope you’re having a Merry Christmas!

@imaginestarkquill , @hazelestelle , @atreatiseonlaughing , @auradonfairy , @andysanime , @dammitdain , I love you guys!

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“Oh the weather outside is frightful

But inside it’s so...”

Who am I kidding? Inside was pretty frightful as well.

While outside was bitter, wet, and cold, the Avenger’s compound was toasty warm. However, the warm air did not translate into a warm feelings amongst the beings inside.

Rocket was arguing with Rhodey and Gamora, insisting that gravity mines would make great ornaments on the tree, and very practical in case of a surprise attack. He also was eyeing up Rhodey’s leg braces, but that was a plan for later.

Meanwhile, Drax was watching “Grandma Got Run-over by a Reindeer” with Mantis, and was trying to understand how Santa was the one in trouble, and why they did not just kill the reindeer for getting out of control. Not that Mantis fully understood either; however, she was preventing Drax from becoming frustrated and attempting to find and slaughter a reindeer.

Our lovely treenager Groot was sulking in the corner because seeing so many fellow trees cut down before they could even reach maturity hurt him. (Tony’s tree was a high quality artificial; however, they had driven by a man selling trees by the side of the road and were forced to explain it to him.)

Pepper was frantically trying to finish the decorating around the rest of the compound with Peter Parker’s help, as the decorating company had been scared off by the Guardians, and Peter could reach the higher areas.

Harley was in the kitchen, quietly eating the cookies that were meant for the following day, hoping no one saw him do it and he could blame it on Rocket. He’d already gotten FRIDAY on his side.

Of course, though the old avengers were in the compound, none of them would lift a finger to help with the Guardians there.

Peter Quill was out actually, and no one knew where. He didn’t say, just borrowed a car and left.

And Tony?

Tony was in his workshop, where he’d been for the last couple days for most of the day. Doing what? No one but JARVIS knew.

What everyone knew, but no one except Pepper cared to admit was that tomorrow was Christmas. The Guardian’s first Christmas on Earth, and the Avenger’s first Christmas back. How they acted would influence the public’s opinion of them for the next year.

Pepper already announced they would be releasing a “Happy Holidays” video (the plan was to release it at the beginning of December; however, Thanos kinda set that timeframe back), and they had to play nice.

Right now, that didn’t look possible.

And JARVIS, who Tony had managed to salvage slowly (though he was far from fully operational, as Tony hadn’t backed him up in a while, and the last backup was damaged from the Mandarin attack, thus he was running in the background as someone for Friday to consult and work with than a managerial AI), was horrified by the current state of affairs. He couldn’t quietly sit in the background and do nothing. He took to the compound speakers(with the exception of the workshop)and said in an firm tone, “I’m sorry, the current state of affairs cannot continue. With the exception of Miss. Potts and Mr. Parker, you will all return to your apartments, and will not be allowed out until tomorrow, when hopefully you will have considered your actions, and thus have the capability to behave appropriately. You are all fully mature beings, with the exception of Groot. You need to act in accordance with this.” And before anyone could protest, the entire compound went dark except for small navigational lights. There were still several protests, however FRIDAY said she couldn’t turn anything back on. Thus, most everyone slowly made their way to their apartments(though some had more trouble than others).

Star Lord returned home an hour later to Pepper and Peter still decorating, and was confused as to where everyone else had went, however he figured they had just decided to go work on the Milano or something. He helped Pepper decorate for a bit since they still had so much left, before heading to bed himself.

The next morning, the Avengers and the Guardians came into the communal living room to see...

How do I put this?

Beautiful chaos is the only way to describe it.

It was far from Pepper’s dream of a pristine, elaborate set up. However, what could be clearly seen was that everyone had contributed, and that made it feel more at home than anything else could.

Bucky had made paper garlands for the tree, Clint had shot festive pine garland up into the ceiling, Natasha had made some kind of fancy Russian cookie, Steve had made elaborate paper snowflakes which hung everywhere, and Sam had made some of those fruit ornaments that you put a million cloves into.

Harley had clearly gotten some help from the bots, and decorated the walls, doorways, and mantles with lights, and Rhodey had called his momma up for her cinnamon roll recipe.

With Drax and Mantis’s help, Rocket got the tree decorated and looking somewhat less violent. Gamora and Groot made a few decorative...Reindeer...out of sticks they found outside(well, Groot had found them, Gamora refused to go outside in that weather).

And there seemed to have been a silent agreement that no one touched the angel tree topper that Peter had come home with and placed on the tree the night before.

“It’s So...” Rhodey started.

“Fitting.” Steve finished, looking around at the chaos of half professional, half homemade decoration. The homemade decorations brought back memories of first Christmas out of the ice, in the tower...Steve shook his head. Those days may be gone; however, maybe they can start to move on now.

All of a sudden, everyone’s attention was drawn to the muffled yelling outside, and they all gathered at the windows, looking out to see Tony in the wet, cold grass, next to a medium sized machine. Once he saw he had the group’s attention, he pressed a button, and a beam shot into the air, and slowly, clouds started coming together, and snow started falling.

While most of Guardians didn’t understand the whole idea behind Christmas, they could still appreciate the unity of the celebration.

The Avengers decided to put aside their differences for the holiday.

The scene was very peaceful and unifying, until there was an abnormally loud clap of thunder, and a flash, and Thor and Loki were suddenly on the lawn. No longer traveling by Rainbow bridge, they seemed to have found their way around that challenge. Thor seemed to be carrying...Some sort of large, pig like creature, meanwhile Loki appeared to be empty handed, however that may not be the case considering his magic. They came inside to join the others, and Thor set the big on the counter.

“MY BRETHREN! I have brought

Sæhrímnir for us to enjoy this fine Christmas!” Thor bellowed with a wide grin. He may have mellowed out after the destruction of Asgard, but he was still a generally cheerful fellow.

“And I brought mead, because no one can sit through hours of war stories without it.” Loki deadpanned.

Drax looked at Mantis to see if it was sarcasm, before saying “I could! I love stories of great battles and wars!”

Rocket rolled his eyes, before looking at the pig thing, “Can I get it’s tusks?”

“But of course, my fearsome, furry friend!” Thor said with a smile.

Steve and Clint began to help Thor prepare the hog, meanwhile Loki conjured up glasses and barrels of mead, and took one for himself, before letting the others take what they wanted as they wished.

Pepper nearly had an aneurism when she saw the state of the living room; however, when she saw how well everyone was getting along, she realized that was better than anything she could set up. JARVIS also compiled clips of everyone decorating the living room, and of them enjoying the holiday season.

By the way, if you’re wondering where Bruce has been this whole time, Tony had flown him and Betty to a private island. They both needed a relaxing break from everyone, and Bruce needed some time to be Bruce with no chance of Hulk making a visit. They were on good terms, but after two years, you kinda need a break from the guy.

Quill sat on the couch in a stupid Christmas sweater beside Tony, who was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. The couple had come out a while ago, but they didn’t always act like it around the others. However, right now, Tony just curled up against his boyfriend, not caring what anyone thought. Star Lord smiled and held him close, kissed the top of his head. He watched as as Peter Parker attempts to sneak a glass of the mead from the table, but it moves just out of his reach every time, meanwhile Harley does the smart thing, and steals Clint’s when he turns away.

Everyone was happy and peaceful, and despite the earlier chaos, this turned out to be a rather delightful Christmas.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Sledgehammer

Chapter Twelve

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 3339 Warnings: Swearing, violence

Song: One Last Breath by Creed

“Hello, mischief? This is how you greet me after all this time?” Loki quipped, prowling toward you. He flicked his wrist, and the straps across your thighs and the ones around your arm tore free.

Pushing to your feet, you wobbled a little as you stood there, shooting pain slamming through your skull making you groan and reach for your head.

Loki was instantly at your side, arm wrapping your waist and hand cupping your nape. “Sváfa? What is it?” Eyes, green and glowing, peered worriedly down at you.

“Had my brain scrambled. Still hurts.” You smiled weakly, aching all over. “I may remember everything, but I’m still me, Loki.”

He tilted his head, a regal motion, one you’d teased him for even in this life. His eyes slowly hardened and drifted up to glare at the man edging away. “Is he the one who hurt you, darling?” Loki glared at the doctor.

Straightening up, you pushed against his chest, turning on Doctor Dick with murder in your eyes. “Yeah, that would be my doctor.”

“Now, sunshine, I was just doing my-” his words cut off when your fist connected with his face. He flew across the room and slammed against the wall, dropping like a fly or a bug which had connected with a windshield with a satisfying smack.

“Whoa,” you muttered, looking at your fist. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“I see you’ve regained your Valkyrie abilities,” Loki chuckled, “But how did you maintain your current self in there?” Throwing his hand out, he sent a burst of green magic at the chair, turning it into a crumpled mass of metal.

“Sváfa shielded me.” Turning back to Loki, a second stab of pain through your skull had you dropping to your knees and grabbing for your head. “Ah!”

“(Y/N)!” Loki was lifting you into his arms before you’d fully landed. “We must find your soldier. You need to be seen to.”

“I’m okay, ugagn, just weak. How long have I been gone?” you asked, rubbing your temple, ignoring the throbbing of your arm.

“Eleven days, lillesøster,” he said, hands tightening around you.

Little sister. The endearment brought tears to your eyes. “Is it weird that I missed you?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck. His scent of ice and snow brought so many memories rushing back from a life you were only beginning to remember.

He paused in his quick march down the hallway to look at you. His eyes had returned to blue, still full of mischief but there was a tenderness there you now realized had always been. He’d always been fond of you, but now you knew why. He had known all along, recognized you from the beginning. “Not at all, darling. I have also missed you. We had so much fun together!”

You snorted, a memory popping up. “Like when you convinced me tying three of Sleipnir legs together would be a grand idea right before Odin was set to go on a hunt?”

He chuckled, turning his nose into your hair. “That was entertaining.”

“I cleaned Sleipnir’s stall for three months because of you,” you huffed as he started to walk again.

“And I polished armour until my arms fell off,” he said, his grin a touch wicked. “It was worth it.”

A loud boom erupted, shaking the walls and sending dust falling from the ceilings. Another huge roar pierced the air, thunder rolled, explosions went off, and you jumped in Loki’s hold.

“Fucking hell! Are they trying to destroy the place?” you grumbled, wiping dust from Loki’s cheek.

“A good portion, yes. It is fortunate you thought to call out for Heimdahl.” His face hardened into a mask, anger and distaste at the forefront of his displeasure.

“You’re angry at Steve, aren’t you?”

“Should I not be? He allowed you to be taken. Allowed you to be injured. He is responsible for the state I found you in.” Each step seemed to cool the air around you until frost patterned the walls.

“He is not! I was the one duped. I ran. I was the idiot, not Steve. If anyone is to blame, it’s me and that asshole Garry.” His name left a sour taste in your mouth.

“They told me, but Steve should have noticed you were unhappy. It is his duty as your-”

You closed your hand over Loki’s mouth. “Stop. What Steve and I have is none of your business.” Eyes of blue twinkled before he licked your palm making you squeal and wipe it on his shoulder. “Gross!”

He was snickering when he suddenly darted to the side as rushing feet, many and booted, could be heard pounding down the corridor toward the two of you.

Setting you on your feet, he held you steady when you pressed your hand to the wall to stay upright, huddling with him in a narrow doorway. “Can you put up an illusion?”

“I could, but there are many. It would be easier to draw them away. Can you continue on your own? Your Captain is that way.” He motioned the direction you’d been heading.

Sliding your fingers beneath his overcoat, you pulled a long-bladed dagger from the small of his back. “I’ll be fine, ugagn. You be safe.”

“Always, lillesøster. I am no longer an untrained youth.” The green of his magic was already returning to his eyes as he bent down and kissed your cheek.

“Yet you’re still such a child,” you quipped, smirking up at him.

“Cheeky.” He tapped your nose and stepped into view of the men coming toward you. “A wolf insignia? Really? Why don’t I show you a wolf,” he snarled, wisps of green mist wrapping around him as his shape changed.

Memories of other times he’d done so swelled in your aching head, overlaying the current scene with images still too muddled to make sense of. Rubbing your temple, you watched in awe as he finished his change and stood before you, an enormous wolf, shaggy and grey with enormous teeth.

“Run!” he growled at the men, snapping his jaws. They fired wildly as he chased them back the way they’d come, claws scrabbling on the tile floor.

“He enjoys that way too much,” you snickered. Pressing off the wall, you weaved your way down the corridor, legs shaky. Sváfa had said you’d be weak after the transference, add in nearly two weeks of little to no movement, and little to no food, and the headache pounding away, it wasn’t surprising a slow wobble was about the extent of your abilities.

But Steve was down here somewhere. You just needed to find him.

***

Steve went shield first through the exterior door. It may have been reinforced steel, but at a dead run, and with the weight of both him and Bucky behind it, the door didn’t stand a chance. It blew in like a bomb had gone off, and he chucked his shield after it, sending it ricocheting off the walls and knocking out four men. A shot rang out beside him, the fifth dropping thanks to Bucky’s bullet.

He nodded to the dark haired man at his side. “Faye, we’re in.”

“Good. According to Thor, they were holding her in the med wing, but if my calculations are correct, and if Loki follows direction, you should be able to follow that corridor straight for three intersections. Take a left, go two more, take a right, and you should be there.”

“Hostiles?” Bucky growled.

“Two intersections in on the right. More when you make the left. Plus the ones you’ll find holding (Y/N).”

Bucky was already stalking forward, palming a grenade. Pulling Steve’s shield from the wall, he tossed it back at him. “Let’s go.”

Snagging his shield out of the air, Steve jogged after Bucky in time to watch the man toss the grenade, bouncing it off the wall two corridors down and to the right.

Shouting ensued before the bomb went off, reducing the yelling to silence.

Steve didn’t bother to look at the devastation, well aware of what Buck’s weapons could do as he stalked after the Winter Soldier. The lights flickered overhead, blinking off when one of Stark’s missiles took out the power grid. Within seconds the emergency lights came on, bathing everything in a wash of red light which pulsed slowly on and off.

“Seems Stark’s enjoying himself,” Bucky smirked, glancing at Steve. A roar rattled the ceiling tiles, sending dust down over them. “Hulk, too. It’s been a while since Bruce let loose.”

A smile curled the corner of Steve’s mouth before falling away. “He took it hard, what Garry did to (Y/N). We all did.”

“I can’t believe she believed all that shit,” Bucky scoffed. “Gonna tell her so, too, when we find her.”

Pulling the pistol from his hip, Steve fought not to flinch at Buck’s words. “Think I may have played into her fears. Not on purpose!” he said when Bucky glared at him. “She asked me a question a few days before she was taken. I thought it was foolish, but I never really gave her an answer.” He’d thought a lot about what had led up to her running, wondering the same thing as Buck. “She’s so damn self-assured, I never even thought… I should have said…”

“Fuck, what?” Bucky hissed, slowing as they approached the next intersecting corridor and their first turn.

Sighing, Steve readied himself to go low as Buck brought his rifle to his shoulder. Prepared as they were, trusting Faye’s predictions, they moved like a well-oiled machine, Steve bringing his shield up and firing, using it to deflect the return fire for both himself and Buck, while Bucky worked to take out the dozen men waiting for them.

It was a short-lived battle.

Rising from his crouch, he flinched when Bucky punched him in the arm. “What!?”

“What did you do, you little punk?”

The cold hard eyes of the Winter Soldier glared at him, and Steve gave a semi-helpless shrug. “I didn’t think-”

“Clearly!” Bucky snorted, stalking away.

“Hey! It was a dumb question! Like I’d ever leave her for Sharon,” he huffed, stomping after the metal-armed man.

“Let me guess,” Bucky sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face, “You didn’t tell her no?”

“I thought…” his shoulders slumped, “showing her was better.”

“Jeez, pal!”

“I know, I know! I was an idiot.” He’d had a hand in pushing her away, even if he hadn’t realized it at the time. And now, with what Loki had hinted at, he could get her back only to lose her anyway.

Rounding the second corner, they headed for the set of double doors at the end of the hall. Steve broke into a jog; he couldn’t help himself. If Faye were right, she’d be right there, behind those doors, waiting for him to find.

So far, Faye hadn’t been wrong.

***

You stumbled forward, cursing Stark and his need to blow up all things when the power had gone out. The red lights weren’t helping the headache you were working at ignoring, nor was smacking your shin when you rounded a corner in the dark to walk into a steel cart.

Leaning against the wall, you took deep breaths, fighting the continued waves of nausea knowing throwing up nothing, which was the likeliest scenario, would only cause more pain to whip through your skull. As it was, it felt like the Hulk was pounding a set of bongos to a beat only he could maintain. Pressing the heels of your hands to your temples, you wished with all your heart for the biggest bottle of Aspirin you could get your hands on.

When the wave of pain and sickness finally settled, you started down the corridor again, the flashing red lights making it that much harder. You had no idea where in the building you were. The hallways they’d wheeled you down earlier in the complete opposite direction. Every so often you could faintly hear howling and the sounds of wicked laughter, muted as if coming through many layers of walls.

Loki was, apparently, still enjoying himself.

That was fine. You didn’t want him there when you found Steve. The God of Mischief and America’s Greatest Hero were not going to be on the best of terms for a while, probably. Loki had always been overprotective, a little possessive, and jealous of Helgi when you’d fallen for him in your first life. He’d gotten over it eventually, but it had taken time.

The sound of boots on tile had your head whipping up, a bad move when it hurt so much. Darting forward, you made for the doors at the end of the hall, gripping Loki’s dagger tightly, the blade hidden against your forearm.

“There she is!”

Cursing softly, you ran, slamming through the doors and into a big open room. There was nothing to hide behind and nowhere you could safely run to escape the three men coming through behind you.

Spinning around, you faced them and smiled with far more bravado than you were feeling. “Now, boys. Do you really want to do this?” you asked, backing up as they spread out, trying to cage you in. All three looked identical in their tactical gear. Black on black, helmets and goggles, white wolf insignia’s over their hearts.

“Just be a good girl and come with us,” the first said, slinging his rifle to his back. Holding up his hands, he approached you slowly, a smirk working across what you could see of his face. “Wouldn’t want to hurt you more than necessary, ain’t that right boys?”

A song was singing in your veins, old and joyous, a forgotten portion of your nature you relished feeling return. A lust for battle sang, heightening your senses and causing the headache to retreat under the rush of adrenaline. “You boys are in for some surprise,” you snickered.

As the first man closed in, you allowed Loki’s hidden dagger to drop into your palm.

“She’s got a-” was as far as the second soldier got.

You brought the dagger to bear, slicing a gash in soldier one’s thigh. A flip had you changing hands, slamming it down through his shoulder. Jerking it out, blood spraying across your face, you kicked him hard in the chest, sending him sailing back out the doors they’d recently come through.

“What the fuck?” muttered the third soldier.

You grinned, shrugging your shoulders. “Who knew, right?”

Both of them brought their weapons up, training them on you. “Drop the knife!”

Pouting, you shook your head. “But we were just getting started.”

“Drop it, or we drop you!”

You let go of the dagger. It looked like you were going to have to do things the hard way.

“Get on your knees!”

“Make me!” you snarled, baring your teeth. When two shots rang out, you almost thought they’d shot you before their bodies were falling to the floor.

Whipping around, you stared, overcome with emotion for standing across the room, just lowering his pistol was, “Steve!”

“(Y/N)!”

With tears welling, you stumbled forward but only made three steps toward each other when the door at your back opened.

Again you spun to face the new threat. It came as quite a shock when the new threat falling to their knees a few paces away happened to be wearing your face.

“Steve! Don’t! She’s an imposter!” Gaping at him, the shimmer of his glamour falling away beneath your focused attention, you glared at Garry on the floor and glanced to Steve and Bucky.

Steve’s eyes darted from yours to the image of you on the floor and back, horror washing over his features as you realized he couldn't tell the two of you apart. The look of terror on Steve’s face was mirrored by Bucky’s; both holding half raised weapons.

A very strange looking Garry hauled himself slowly back to his feet as you stood, dumbfounded, unable to believe he could sink so low. “Steve, I’m me! That’s Garry!” you said, pointing at the copy of yourself.

“Don’t believe him! That’s Garry!”

“You son of a bitch! I’m so going to beat you to a pulp!” you snarled.

“Not if I get my hands on you first! Steve,” he cried turning toward the two stunned Avengers. “I swear it’s me! What’s the word, Cap, that’s the thing we say, and Bucky, you like to tap the end of my nose.”

“All things you’ve seen them do, Garry!” you bellowed, stepping toward him only to hear Steve’s pistol cock.

“Stay where you are!” he barked, gun coming up.

“Stevie…” you whispered. “It’s me, Cap I swear it.”

“This is fucking unreal,” Bucky muttered. “We could just shoot both. Garry always loses his glamour.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Barnes?” you screeched. “I crashed Steve’s bike, have road rash from hell, broke my arm, got injected with weird ass green glowing goop for two weeks, survived having my brain scrambled in that godforsaken chair, and now you want to shoot me!”

“There!” Garry crowed, pointing at you. “That’s how you know she’s the imposter! No one would survive the chair! She’d be wiped. I’m the real me, Steve! I promise!”

Bucky’s weapon also swung your way, his face set in the cold hard lines of the Winter Soldier.

“Bucky… no.”

“She’s right. No one survives the chair.” Bucky’s eyes narrowed, the gun coming all the way up.

Garry’s face beneath the glamour was nearly triumphant as he moved to face the boys. When he turned was when you saw it, the shine of the silver handle, the gun tucked at his low back.

“I won’t let you hurt them,” you said to Garry, his gaze coming back to you.

“It’s you who will hurt them,” he sneered, hand twitching, slowly creeping behind his back.

“No, not this time. Steve,” you said softly, dropping your hands to your sides. “I love you with all my heart, but this?” Turning your head, you looked from his gun to Bucky’s; both pointed directly at you. “I don’t wike it.”

“Baby,” Steve whispered, gun lowering.

“You bitch!” Garry screamed, pulling his weapon, knowing instantly he'd lost.

Two shots went off in rapid succession and fire burned through your shoulder. Crying out, you grabbed for it, your hand slipping through the wet heat of your blood pouring from the wound. Gasping at the pain, you stumbled backward, heading for the ground, only to be caught up in strong arms.

“(Y/N)!” Steve hollered. Holding you with one arm, he squeezed his other hand against your shoulder making you groan. “I know, I know, sweetheart, but I’ve got to slow the bleeding.”

“Steve,” you peered at him, face obscured by the helmet and mask. Your hand shook as you reached up to the buckle and undid it.

“Leave it, darlin'. We need to get you out of here,” he coaxed, trying to shake your hand free.

“Need to see. Need to… know,” you whimpered, pain wracking your body, ripping through you in waves of agony as you pushed feebly at it.

“Know what?”

You didn’t answer, only shoved the mask off with the last of your strength. Darkness was gathering at the edge of your vision, the red light washing on and off frustrating your attempts to see. Sliding your fingers through his hair, you drew him down, brought him closer, and stared up into eyes which appeared blue even under the pulsing red lights.

Your hand shifted to his face, touched his cheek, the curve of his jaw, his full bottom lip. “There you are. I knew you’d come.”

“I promised, didn’t I?” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“That you did, Cap,” you smiled as the darkness closed in. When your hand fell limply from his face, you could hear him call your name as if from a great distance before you heard nothing more.

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