#crystal palace and her stupid long ass name

[fabuladorah]

Crystal, I love you , but u got no right to shit on the name "Dead Boy Dectetives Agency", sure it's not great.. But girl, you are named......................

CRYSTAL

PALACE

SURNAME

-von hoverkraft.

You are in no place to judge anyone' names.

[awesomerextyphoon]

Charred Briar Roses - 8

Showdown

Summary: Things finally come to a head for the princesses and Sophronius. Who will win? 

Pairing: Orc!Bucky x Black!Reader (Fem), Orc!Steve x Black!OFC, Orc!Sam x Black!OFC 

Rating: 18+ 

Word Count: 1,395

Warning: Depictions of Violence and Sexual Harassment 

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The portal took you and Bucky to Brista, the new Resistance HQ. Njideka became the new leader while Oluchi and Fairuza were in the infirmary (Fuck!). She tried to have you killed for being a dumbass back at Eckrednst, but Bucky stopped anyone who got too close.

“Look, I don’t care if you hate me, but we need to stop Sophronius before he gets the Nephrashim Crystal and cements his control over the continent.”

Njideka and some of the rebel sighed and groaned, “Fine. I’ll hear what you have in mind.”

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“Ya know, it’s a shame that you bitches are so willful,” Jeku, one of the demon princes head goons jeered, “There’s another bitch like you. Name’s Amani or some shit. Fucking hot with amazing tits and ass,” he roughly squeezed Fumnanya’s breasts, or what he could fit into his grimy hands, “Though she had nothing on you. I can’t wait until that smug bastard gets the crystal. The princes are going to fuck you up. Maybe, they’ll let me have a turn with ya. I’ll-” Jeku was stabbed repeatedly in the neck with a dagger that Ghada was able to swipe off him.

That was their life for lord knows how many days. If it wasn’t the fucking princes constantly groping them or Sophronius giving them the ‘kick the dog’ speech, it was their filthy goons constantly gloating about what they would do to them.

Well, not anymore.

“Let’s go.” Ghada panted as she and Fumnanya got themselves mostly covered and rushed for the exit.

Taking the back corridors they overheard the guards talking about, the sisters were able to locate where Sophronius was keeping the Fae. Fumnanya gasped at the what was before them. All of the Fae were imprisoned in energy drainers. Most of them were either completely gone or shells of their former selves. Luckily, some of the members of the Fae High Court and most of the children seemed like they would quickly recover.

Ghada tried to speak with some of the children in Fae in order to coax them while Fumnanya tried to figure out the mechanics of the energy drainers wishing their sister was with them when they heard a voice.

“There are two keys on opposite sides of the room. You will have to turn them at the same time for it to work. Please, save the children.” Titania pleaded.

“What about the others?” Fumnanya inquired.

“Leave us. We deserve out fat-”

“No! We’re going to get you out of here!” Ghada shouted as she and Fumnanya ran to the keys.

They were almost at the keys when a guard spotted them. He was about to cut off Ghada’s arm when he got decapitated by an axe.

The executioner and his comrade removed their helmets to reveal Steve and Sam. They hugged, kissed and would’ve done more if not for the urgent state they were in.

“How did you get here? Not that I’m complaining.” Ghada wondered as she got the last of the Fae children out of the energy drainers.

“It’s a long story, but we’ll have to explain on the way. C’mon, your sister needs us.”

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Meanwhile, you were leading a covert ops team in the capital to destroy the crystal when a corrupted pixie bomb went off beside the group. Fortunately, no one had any major injuries.

“The bomb came from one of the towers,” Aleka, an ops member, whispered.

You gave one of the other members the go ahead to take them out and scan the surrounding area. The rest of you were able to traverse the capital via underground tunnels created with earth magic once you found the target house.  

The team was able to make it to right outside the first section when they were attacked by a group of demons each riding a mutated saber-tooth lion. You, Bucky and a few ops members were able to cut down a couple of them while the others built another path.

The palace grounds were eerily quite and pristine. It was exactly as you’ve left it, not a leaf out of place. You would’ve thought that Sophronius would at least burned the gardens in a fury liked he did that one time when you were nine.

The doors to the royal hall opened on their own to evince Sophronius lounging on the throne like hw owned the goddamned place.

“Well if it isn’t my dear niece. How are you?”

“Cut the shit Sophronius!”

Sophronius sighed and rubbed his forehead, “Fuck it. Lay down your weapons and come with me, dear niece. Let us end this ‘childish rebellion’, huh?”

“Fuck no,  you demon asswipe!” you shouted as you pulled out Waning Swan and the fighting commenced.

The skirmish didn’t last long and it looked like your side was winning when Sophronius caught you off guard and put you in a chokehold.

“Drop your weapons. Now!” Sophronius barked. Bucky and the other covert ops did, and the head goon motioned for the others to detain the rebels.

Sophronius nearly dragged you to the throne, lifted up the seat, and forced out your right hand. An indentation of the Nephrashim Royal Crest appeared and disappeared when you touched it. A circle appeared and sunk into the ground creating a staircase to the crystal’s location.

“Down we go.” Sophronius giddily stated as his company and you descended the steps.

The steps winded down for who knows how long. Once you finally reached the bottom, Sophronius forced you onto an ancient Nephrashim Group Hover Board. The hover board led you to a good sized pond. In the middle of it was a small island with the Nephrashim Crystal being held by a leafless tree’s intertwined branches.

Sophronius motioned for one of the goons to get into the water. One did and was immediately and painfully dissolved into foam. You turned your head away as he screamed from having insides and skin rapidly rotting and dissolving. You almost felt sorry for him.

A glowing orb came out of the water and stated that only those of the Nephrashim Royal Line may go past this point. Sophronius grabbed you and made his way to the island. As soon as you stepped onto land, the tree’s branches started to unfurl and inscriptions in Ancient Nephrashim Script appeared on the bark right below the crystal.

Your hand almost touched the crystal when Sophronius was shot with a blaster. You turned your head to find Fumnanya and Ghada running towards you.

“You’re alive!” Fumnanya exclaimed while pulling you in for a bone crushing hug.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you responded burying your head in her hair as to hide your tears.

Your moment of joy was cut short when Sophronius stabbed Fumnanya in the hip with a dagger.

“I will NOT be denied my path to glory by a bunch of stupid, spoiled little girls!”  he bellowed as he dragged Fumnanya to the crystal.

“We have to get him to touch the crystal! If he touches it then he will burn.” Ghada hissed.

Jackpot.

“I have a plan.”

Sophronius is close to realizing his delusions of grandeur when Ghada attacks him with a Cross Hock causing him to drop Fumnanya. He responded with a Front Parry and attempted a Roundhouse Kick but stopped it with a Leg Block and brought down with an Indian Death Lock.

Concurrently, you and Fumnanya darted over to the tree so that Fumnanya can decipher the instructions to safely remove the crystal.

With a sardonic grin, you strode up to Sophronius, “Since you wanted this so much, take it!”

The crystal phased into Sophronius’ skull and his whole body started to crystalize and crack. You and your sisters immediately fled the island and your group bolted towards the exit.

The whole capital was starting to crumble in multiple earthquakes and aftershocks.

Your group was about to swallowed up by a sudden tremor when a Nephrashim Army Arial Vessel came to their rescue, “Get In!” Karim ordered.

You watched in awe and horror as the capital, your former home, was utterly wrecked by the earthquakes and vanished in a blinding light.

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After the air vessel returned to Brista and everyone did the required assessments with the remaining members of the Resistance, one member - a boy no older than 12-  asked, “What now?”

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[wakandascrystal]

Ｆｏｏｌｉｓｈ

T'Challa x Black Reader

Summary: T'Challa has been neglecting you for the longest time. You find out why?

A/N - Hi 🌸. Did you miss me?  Cause I missed you. Anyway. Work,school and my personal life have made it their personal mission to stress me out so I don’t enjoy my one true love …BlackPanther FanFiction. But my cousin lent me her laptop and I was able to put this fic together before she needed it back. sorry for any mistakes Enjoy

“Did you see how Yolanda was looking at Tepho…they are definitely seeing each other." 

You waited for a response from T'Challa. 

Nothing, but never the less you carried on.

"I’m glad they spoke with each other about their feelings. Love is so exciting don’t you think?”

He said nothing. 

He probably wanted to be alone and you were there, gossiping away about the servants who everyone knew where hooking up.

You sat up from the leather seats in his office to give him space. Even the stretching of the leather against your body made you cringe. You didn’t want to disturb him. He looked like he needed silence. His eyes were focused on the notes he was writing. The pen gliding on the page. You quickly said farewell and left him alone. He didn’t respond.

As soon as you left, closing the door behind you. Your heart sunk. You didn’t know why he was giving you the cold shoulder. Ever since you came back from the women’s conference in Brazil. He has been less talkative and less himself. N'Jadaka noticed as well. 

He thought he had food poisoning cause there is was no way he could be genuinely mad at you. You didn’t do anything. You know you didn’t. But you were too afraid to ask. So you just carried on being a good wife. 

It was 6:30 PM and everyone was waiting on the king so they could start eating dinner. The Queen, N'Jadaka, his wife Aaliyah,  Okoye ,W'Kabi and Bucky. Shuri was too busy in her lab to come join.

“Man I’m hungry are you going to call his ass down here or what?���

You really didn’t want to. You felt like a nursence to him all ready. You didn’t want to face him. Well not alone anyway.

“…Maybe we can start …without him.“  Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

“Sweetheart. We can’t eat without him if he is in the palace. He is the king. He needs to start the meal.“ She had pleading eyes since you had kept her up to date with what was happening in your relationship with Thcalla and she with hers with N'Jadaka.

“Okay I will request his presence.“ The lack of excitement in your voice didn’t sit well with the Queen.

“Stay put my dear I will go speak with my son.“ It felt like a wave of relief washed over you. You couldn’t believe how happy you were to be saved from talking to your own husband. You hated the feeling but you were glad to see Romanda’s white crystal train from her dress follow her out the door. 

“So how long is he going to act like a child.“  Aaliyah whispered into your ear.

“His behavior worries me more then anything. I’m trying to not take it personally.“

“Your husband has not touch, kissed, fucked or barely spoken to you in 2 weeks and your choosing to not take it personally.“

You repeat her whole question in your mind, breaking it up in halves so you could understand her sarcasm.

“Yes…Yes i am…. shhh.. there he is…“ You shushed her like a schoolgirl when they entered. T’challa looked tired and used. The difference between the Queen and her son was clear. Her head was up when she walked unlike Tchalla, his head was low and he seemed uncertain with him movements. You hated how he carried himself. One of the reason you fall for him was his confidence, you had to speak to him. For once since coming back you had to talk about his behavior.

After a long and an uneventful meal everyone left for their rooms. Aaliyah and N'Jadaka left hand in hand, Queen Romanda , Okoye, Bucky and W'Kabi left the reigning King and Queen in the Royal dining hall. The silence was unbearable and you think you only felt it. 

“Tchalla“ you called out to him and he didn’t respond.

“I’m leaving in 3 days“ He said it in a low voice you barely heard him.

“3 days. Where are you going?“ 

“…Nigeria. For a short while. It will be a days trip.“ He said nothing more. He pushed himself out of the golden table and walked away. Normally he would pull your chair out for you and walk with your to your room but not anymore. The 8 guards who surrounded the hall stood still, backs up against wall as you stared at nothing wondering where your marriage went wrong. 1 hour past and you were still in the same position, that was more than enough time for you to collect yourself. 

You started your nightly routine. A hot shower, hair care, skin care, a glass of water, 2 chapters of your favorite book then some needed sleep. It went smoothly since T'challa wasn’t there. To your knowledge he was in his office doing lord knows what. You wanted to be asleep before he come back so you would face him. later you learnt you had rushed yourself over nothing. He didn’t come back until later into the night. Your eyes had been sealed shut around 10 and he joined you at 2 o'clock in the morning. To make matters worse he woke up and left before you woke up so you didn’t even get to see him.

A week later you and Aaliyah had to meet up with the Women’s league of Wakanda, just North of the capital. You said nothing to her the whole trip there. You couldn’t even enjoy the beautiful mountainous landscape and waterfalls that laid under the aircraft. You were to busy trying to figure out what is making T'challa neglect you.

Somehow you make it through the event, you remember nothing and no one. Aaliyah does you the biggest favor and doesn’t speak about it. Not even once. you wished you could reward her for that.

When the the aircraft lands back home at the palace. No one is waiting for you Just N'Jadaka waiting to walk his lovely wife back inside. Tears threatening to fall. You could feel them. They pulled your energy down and as well as your soul. You wounded the halls of the palace not sure where to go. Your biggest fear at that moment was not death or anything else but it was running into your husband. You hated how he made you feel. overnight he went from being the most loving and accommodating husband to an unfriendly man. The worst part is you didn’t know why. You wish he would tell you because you would fix it.

You would. You would do anything to go back to how things were.

You run into Queen Ramonda in the east wing halls. She had 2 workers behind her. They seemed to be moving furniture.

“Oh Y/N the person i wanted to see. Please meet me in the garden ,I will join you shortly.“ You gave her a weak smile and started making your way to the Queens garden. When you get there you meet another 2 female workers preparing tea and scones. they left when you arrive. The enclosed garden is filled with roses and sunflowers. Your favorite, lilies and other wildflowers as well. You feel the Queen’s hand on you shoulder moments later.

“You seem deep in thought my dear.” You offer her that weak smile again. “It’s been a long week” You confess. “Have some tea.” She poured you a cup and you both took sips at the same time.

“You should talk to him.“ You almost spat your tea out. Romanda was the last person you wanted to know you and Tchalla were going through something.

“How did you know?“ She took another sip

“I think you forget I was married to an Udaku Man-“ She smirks “-and i’m not an idiot. Something is going on and you need to fix it before it becomes serious.”

“Iv tried so many times he just shuts me out. You know he barely comes home at night. He stays in that study of his all the time. I believe he stays there to avoid me.“ You couldn’t look at her. She was so beautiful and graceful that you felt so foolish sharing your problems.

“I really love your son..but I dont think he loves me anymore. I’m afraid to say“ You felt her hand on your knee. You could see she really cared about you and your worries. She was your mother. She cared like one and loved like one.

“My son is a lot of things Y/N but he is not an stupid…..I’m sure he wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize your relationship. I will never forget how he cried when he first saw you in your wedding dress. Hmm?“ She pulled a small cloth out and wiped your tears. “…I know for a fact that golden dress wasn’t the reason he got emotional.“ 

“Go talk to him. Go now my child.“ She helped you up and walked you to the entrance of his office from her garden. You felt empowered, she made you feel like that.

You walked in alone without knocking. Tchalla was on the brown leather couch on the other side of the office. His back faced you as you marched to him. He looked busy and you didn’t. For once you didn’t mind disrupting his focus on something. You didn’t feel guilty or out of line, you were ready to giving him the reality of your relationship. 

“T'challa Udaku !“ He didn’t stop paging through the loose papers on his wooden table.

“Udaku!” you raised your voice this time but getting nothing from the King.

“I didn’t take your last name just so you would ignore me like this.“ 

“Is there something you need from me Y/N, I am busy at the moment.“

The rage was red and hot. It bubbled from the bottom of stomach upwards. You felt hot and angry. You were ready to fight him but you knew you wouldn’t win. He was the black panther. He could hear you heart rate beat faster as you clenched and unclenched you fists. In a quicky movement you pulled all the papers he was working with and the scattered them in one movement away from him on to the floor. He was shocked. This was not your typical behaviour. You were calm and polite never savage and rude but he was making you like this. What exactly did he expect.

He wanted to see what you were going to do next, you didn’t want him to move away from you like he was starting to do so you straddled him. Throwing you thigh over his lap. 

“Why have you been ignoring me?!“ You looked into his eyes. He tried to push you off . You didn’t want to fail this time. So many times you tried to talk to him and get to the bottom of this mess and you failed but right was not going to be a repeat of that.

“Y/N get off me.“ He warned 

“Im sorry but I have to reject that request.“

“It was not a requested more a command.“ His voice was deep and he sounded annoyed.

“The only way. I’m going to getting off your lap is if Okoye,your personal guard takes me off you, which is impossible because she is arranging everything for you visit to Nigeria…or just throw me off yourself.“ He licked his lips as he tolerated your mischief.

“I guess you leave me no choice.“ His hands snake to your waist and you felt him began to lift you. You didn’t want to move. you wanted to stay on him. You started to panic, fearing going back to what ever your marriage was at this point. 

In a bold move you planted your lips on his. The cherry gloss you had acted as lubricant so you could make the kiss deeper. You were certain he was going to reject you. You didn’t know how you would have dealt with that type of rejection from your own husband. You had dug your own grave but somehow, some way he didn’t push you away but pulled you closer.

It was as if he missed your touch. Like he wanted the moment to last. This confused you. The need he was showing confused you. The way his large hands held on to your hips and back confused you. why would he act like you don’t exist if his body still wanted you, if it still responded to you. The sounds of sucking and lips smacking made you feel good. The sound of progress… that until he pulled you abruptly away. Eyes dark with his graze. He looked angry

“Get off me.“ That was his 100% dont messy with right voice. You knew it. very well. He had used it with Erik a while back when he tried to steal the country and with some of the Avengers.

“I’m tired of your shit. It’s been a mouth and we haven’t had a simple conversation. Your acting like a baby …your scaring me…your embarrassing me. Every single person in this palace thinks i’ve done something to anger you, when i’ve done nothing. Your punishing me for nothing! I have DONE NOTHING!“ 

You got of his lap before you started yelling. You dont ever remember raising your voice this much at Tchalla before. Never. 

He just sat there and took it. Waiting for you to finish.

“Nothing? You did nothing?“ He asked you in a low voice, laced with sarcasm.

You didn’t answer. Just staring at him.

“….What was his name?“ 

“Who?“ you answered impolitely

“Y/N ….I was minding my own business, getting some important things done-“ You cut him off “Is our….dying relationship not important?“

“That is not what I meant.“

“Then what did you mean …my King?“

“..Maybe if you let me finish you would know?”

You stepped closer to him when he stood up. You needed to show him you weren’t afraid.  Even though he towered of you. You needed to face him head on. 

“I asked you a question. What was his name?“ 

“I’m going to the king to be more specific?“ You crossed your arms 

“…The man you fucked in Brazil“

You step back from, your face fall as your brain tried to understand what he just said.

“What the fuck are you saying. I was alone. The whole trip. Why the hell would I sleep with someone else? “

“Then explain this?“ he held up his writs to his Kimoyo beads. The screen lit up and he proceeded to show you a video. 

You could see the door of the hotel room being open. Who ever took this video must have snuck past the 3 guards that were supposed to be on duty that night. 

Fear struck in to your heart when you finally realized what Tchala had seen.You looked up at his face, he was starting at the screen. You wanted to stop the video and explain. You wanted the room to cave in and take you away from this. You didn’t mean for this to get to him. You bit your lip and carried on watching.

The person who was filming, opened the your bedroom door slowly. At that moment your moans could be heard. They where high pitched and needy. They were weak but clearly audible. All the frame shot was your brown leg on one of the big white pillows and the messy bedding and then it come to its ending. Your heart stopped. You deemed yourself lucky that that was all that could be seen. You wanted to run away from him and not have to deal with his eyes.

“I can explain..“

“Go ahead.“

“”Tchalla I was lonely…I was there for 3 weeks..without you. I missed you so much. This is so embarrassing…….I wanted you to be there with me. You know this…. It was one time Tchalla. “

“Do you hear yourself Y/N? You cheated on me and you - “

“Wait….cheated. Tchalla Im so confused. You have been treating me like this all this time cause you think I cheated on you.“

“Then what is this-“

“OMG T'CHALLA I WAS TOUCHING MYSELF …AND THAT IS A SHADOW FROM THE BIG PILLOW NOT A PERSON…OR A MAN!!….DID YOU THINK I WAS WITH SOMEONE ELSE???“ your eyes were about to pop out because of this man. He really was pushing it

“what was i -“ Tchalla tries to defend himself.

“No! You Don’t get to speak. This whole time your been keeping me out and shouting me out cause of this. Tchalla Im lucky this didn’t get in the hands of someone who would have uploaded it. I’m the Queen for Gods sake…. that would have destroyed me.“

You were so relieved to finally know why he was actually mad at you but you were also mad at him. Why didn’t he just ask you the day you got home?

“Calm yourself My Queen“ He went to pour himself a glass of whisky ..leaving your side. He had a smile on his face. You missed it. T'challa was happy to know you actually weren’t unfaithful. You missed him calling you his Queen but you couldn’t show him that, you were angry at your King.

“So…“ He took a small sip “….You were touching yourself.” He was back to his cocky self…you were not ready for that right now. 

“I’m leaving …have a safe trip to Nigeria.“ You turned to leave him but he reached for your waist just in time.

“Don’t you think we need to talk…about the video.“ He was teasing you.

“No i’m not going to talk….“ You teased back. You weren’t sure if everything was back to normal or not .You were really hoping he wasnt mad anymore. He had no reason to be.

You gave him a small kiss to get his attention. “Did you really think I was with someone else?” he didn’t say anything just giving you disappointed look.

“You owe me a vacation for this.“

“I’m really sorry my Queen..We can go wherever you want.“

“Okay.“ You wanted to ask him what would make him think you would step out. More questions piled on in your mind and he could see you were over thinking. Tchalla felt bad, he really did. He was just very bad at showing his true emotions … if they made him feel vulnerable. 

“Who took that video. I’m so mad. That was an invasion of my privacy”

“Don’t worry. She was reprimanded for her actions…and the guard who were supposed to keep you safe.“

“You didn’t kill them did you?“ 

“I should of. That could have been a crazy person who wanted to hurt you…when you were busy…pleasing yourself.“

“Fuck it Tchalla, Im out.“ You had never seen him smile so much. You loved it. 

“I’ll see you at dinner.“ You gave him another kiss on his lips before leaving him. when the doors to his study closed shut, you sent him a message on your Kimoyo beads.

“Don’t ever scare me like that“

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

So, I just read it on Twitter and had to share it with you. “Climate change has fucked up seasons, does this mean Hades and Persephone’s deal has changed? Is she getting her cheeks smashed for longer now? Is Hades okay with random dick appointments rescheduling? Is Demeter going crazy? Is she going stupid?”

“Your mom must be going fucking nuts, huh?”

It’s 3:32 AM in the morning, the halls of the palace are fast asleep, and the only sound is the soft, muffled crackling of the eternal fires the burn just outside the large, arched window of their bedroom.

For millennia, Hades never really payed much mind to what humans were doing to the world. The wars, the bloodshed, the atrocities— it was always a part of mankind, for as long as he could remember. He’s aware that his mindset is probably do to the fact that he grew up during a time when all of these aspects were very common, so he was numb to them, to an extent.

But in all of his years of life, Harry had never witnessed humans actually be able to push the boundaries of their powers to the point where it was impacting the actual planet. 

Bombs are the obvious factor, as well as mass deforestation, oil wells, mines, and so much more. However, amidst all of these impacts humans lay upon the world, none of them had ever had a direct influence on Harry’s life. He’s sequestered so far down in the depths of the earth that humans can’t possibly reach him here without kicking it first.

That was until global warming became an issue.

Well, an issue for those who live above ground. For him, it was actually working out quite to his advantage.

He’s knows it’s a horrible thing to say but he’s already in Hell so he doesn’t really have much to lose. Actually, he has so much more to gain.

Since global warming is a direct line to climate change, all of the seasons have been thrown out of their natural order. Fall and Winter used to be strictly six months, which is when Persephone would be down in the Underworld with him. As soon as the first of the seventh month hit, it was time for her to go back to Olympus with her mother for their given time of Spring and Summer.

The end of the six month period was usually when the weather would start to warm up on the surface, resulting in Persephone having to go and take the reigns of her godly duty with Demeter. But increasing climate change has been tinkering with the technicalities for the last few years and most of the time, it’s in Hades’ favor.

It’s been two weeks into the seventh month, and with temperatures still near freezing in some areas of the world, Y/N has managed to use this as an excuse to extend her stay with Harry. And since the weather is too risky for crops to start growing, Demeter’s hands are tied in her own grape veins, much to Hades’ glee.

This brings them to where they are now, snuggling cozily under the charcoal black duvet of their humongous bed, legs intertwined as his wife cradles her head against his bare chest, the tips of his fingers tracing both of his names down the expanse of her spine.

The last two weeks had been a hell of a ride, literally and metaphorically.

It reminds Harry of how when they had first gotten married, they had been going at it like rabbits for the weeks that followed, as if the world could end any minute.

But now, it was The Weather Channel that could potentially throw a gear in their little extravaganza. They had been safe thus far into the month, so every day was a triumph, and triumphs obviously have to be celebrated.

The amount of fucking got so embarrassingly frequent, in some embarrassingly unequip places, to the point where one of the cleaning servants had walked in on them in a storage closet when Harry was supposedly at an emergency meeting on Olympus.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been more mortified then when the servant handed him a freshly cleaned towel and said, “Here, you’ll need this for when you’re finished.” before closing the door behind her.

Harry looks down at Y/N, not being able to keep a gentle smile from tickling his lips as she presses her ear over his heart, comforted by the mellow thumping that had been harsh and fast-paced a few minutes prior. He ducks down and presses a caring kiss between her sweaty brows, her skin still hot and clammy from the exertion he’d just put her through.

His voice comes out as a raspy laugh and she can feel the edges of his mouth drawing up into a sly simper against her forehead.

“She must fucking hate me right now more than ever, too.”

Y/N pinches at his tummy in a cautionary manner, but she can’t fight the amused scuff that escapes her. “It’s not like you’re responsible for the weather, though.”

Hades shrugs one shoulder, his dark emerald eyes glistening in the buttery light of the fires below that stream in through the glass window. His tone is cocky and self-indulgent.

“But I am responsible for this.” He streams his fingertips down the dip of her back and onto her ass, moving the sheets down a tad to reveal a darkened outline of his handprint. “And that’s enough to cause her to plunge the world into another Ice Age.”

Persephone fully laughs now, her eyes squeezing shut as her whole face lights up like the Northern Lights and Harry can’t resist scattering a dozen kisses all over her cheeks and nose. She just looks so fucking cute when she smiles like that.

Hades cups the side of her jaw with his fingers, thumbing over the faint dimple on her chin as he rubs his nose over the tip of her’s. Even though his plump, wine-tinted lips carry a tender, sleepy grin, she can hear the sadness weighing his words. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Persephone sighs deeply, reaching up to push her husband’s damp, chestnut curls away from his forehead, combing them back from his softening eyes as he swallows heavily, thick eyebrows furrowing as he tries to keep his emotions from registering on his face. “I don’t want to either, but I have to eventually.”

Harry nods his head emptily, the tip of his cold nose running up and down the suppleness of her cheek. “I just don’t want this to end.”

Y/N snorts lightly, trying to lift the mood of the conversation. “Yeah, I get that. Then you won’t have anyone to ride you in the bathing pool.”

She thanks the gods that it works, heart fluttering in her chest as Harry breaks out into a fit of that high-pitched laughter he does when he can’t control himself. His entire face changes for a moment, his nose crinkling upwards as the corners of his eyes wrinkle in delight.

“Am I wrong?!” She teases, poking him in the stomach and sides until his hands are fumbling for her own, his giggling intensifying when she buries her head into his neck and starts blowing raspberries against his skin.

“Okay, okay!” Harry can barely breathe, his ribs aching but in the best way and he can’t seem to stop beaming. “You’re kinda right.”

Y/N halts her attack, mouth dropping open in fake appalled shock, eyebrows flying upwards outrage. “Are you serious?!”

She tries to yank her wrists free from her husband’s large hands, but his fingers only tighten to keep her from going at him again. Persephone lays there writhing from side to side, yelling out all types of vulgar language that is gradually dissolving into bundles of banter and giggles as Harry makes kissy-faces, warning her to calm down before he “gives her a taste of her own ambrosia.”

Y/N, in the spur of the moment, mounts herself on top of Harry in a whirlwind of messy sheets, straddling his hips with her thighs and trying to tug herself free that way, but his hold is beyond godly. She releases an exasperated groan, slamming their conjoined hands down against his stomach, satisfied at the pained grunt he chokes out. “You deserve it, you prick.”

They are both still grinning from ear to ear, Y/N’s hair a tangled mess of flyaways as she slumps down in defeat against Hades’ lap, pouting and fuming jokingly.

When Harry sees his wife has come down from her bloodthirsty rampage, he slowly unclamps his fingers from her wrists, shrugging his eyebrows warningly. “I’ll pin you, babe. Behave.”

Persephone raises her own eyebrows challengingly. “Oh, yeah?”

Before Hades can react, she has his wrists crossed above his head, pressed into the mound of elegant feathered pillows below him. “How’s that, then? Turned the tables.”

Harry cocks his head to the side with an arrogant air as his bare, tattooed chest heaves alluringly. He runs his bottom lip under his top teeth as the corners turn up into a presumptuously attractive smirk, voice holding faux surrender. “You’re absolutely right, darling. I completely, totally lost. I have you sitting in my lap, naked, with a perfect view of your tits, which is the most dreadful defeat I can possibly imagine.You won.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow. It’s all a game— just for shits and giggles— but the way he’s eyeing her with that amused, conceited smirk makes her want to slap him across the face.

“You’re an asshole.” She huffs, nails digging into his wrists.

A holographic green glint flashes across the whites of Harry’s eyes, irises glowing with a watery jade hue as he mopes at her tauntingly. “Oh, but I thought I was a ‘prick?’”

Now he’s really asking for it. Practically begging for her to do something to make him take it all back. As if reading her mind, Hades flicks up a single eyebrow, and she can read his expression clear as crystal.

What are you gonna do about it?

Y/N can feel her nostrils flaring ever so slightly at the dare, and what drives it forward it that even though she is the one who is supposed to have Harry pinned down at her disposable, it looks more like he has his hands crossed behind his head, waiting for her to bend to his will.

It’s infuriatingly hot.

Something glints out of the corner of Persephone’s eye, her gaze rising until it lands on Hades’ wedding ring as it hugs his finger, the giant emerald jewel glittering in the muted amber lighting. He follows her locked stare, jaw flexing as he tilts his head back against the mattress, trying to find the target of her distraction.

His ring.

He very seldom takes it off, to the point where he has a tan line around the area. It’s his most prized possession, accompanied by his crown, his emblem, and Cerberus.

Y/N quickly wraps her fingers around it, pulling it off swiftly and holding it up above his head, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. “Good luck getting it back.”

Her plan backfires almost immediately.

She tries to swing herself off her husband to get the prize as far away from him as possible, but she had forgotten that their bodies had been tangled together in the sheets. Instead of making a speedy escape, she topples off his sideways, landing face-first into the fluffy duvet.

Harry’s muddled snickering mocks her.

The next thing she knows, Persephone is being scooped up in a pair of strong, lean arms, her back hitting the pillowy mattress and bouncing lightly. Harry’s body collapses over her’s, his hips snug between her thighs as his palms press down against the bed on either side of her head.

He moves strands of her hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ears as his face hovers over her, grin plastered all over it. “That was cute, pet. Ten-out-of-ten for effort. Execution? I’ll give you a two-out-of-ten, only because I love you so much.”

Harry shifts into his forearms, holding his left hand up and wiggling his ring finger. “Now give it back.”

“No.”

He rolls his eyes in mild irritation. “Give it back before you drop it behind the bed, you dolt.”

Y/N rattles her head in defiance, fist tightening around the obsidian ring as it remains pressed against her husband’s chest.

Harry gives her a ominous look, tilting his head to the side with a cautionary tone. “Give me my ring back before I give the other side of your bum a matching handprint.”

Instead of just giving in and returning the jewelry, Y/N decides to take the more complicated (and irrationally ridiculous) route. She pops it into her mouth.

Harry is so surprised he doesn’t blink for a few seconds. Then, he breaks out into awed laughter.

“You’re such a stubborn little thing, aren’t you? S’fucking impressive.” He shakes his head in disbelief, ghosting his index finger along her Cupid’s Bow, licking at the corner of his mouth coyly when he feels her lips twitching beneath his touch. “Now be a good girl and spit it out.”

Her words are muffled over the object. “Make me.”

A dark aura falls over Hades’ face, his hand coasting down from playing with her lips to wrapping delicately around her throat in foreshadowing. His voice is low and assertive. “You know I fucking will.”

“That’s what I’m betting on.”

Harry’s mouth curls into an evilly delighted simper. “Alright. You asked for it.”

Hades grabs one of Persephone’s knees, spreading her legs open roughly and using his own knees to keep her parted wide open. The ring finger of the hand around her throat presses against the center of her lips, the other hand wandering down and cupping her bare crotch without any warning. The two middle fingers of his right hand press deeper against her slick folds until he can feel the bud of her clit, and that’s when he starts wiggling the digits back and forth.

It starts off softly, but is quickly molding into a faster, messier, more eager pace. He usually eases her into sex because he knows how sensitive she can be down there to the point where she’ll cum without much work, but since they’re pitted against each other rather than together, dirty war strategies are expected.

Y/N’s legs act on instinct, trying to clasp shut as she feels her entire body coursing with electric shocks of sudden euphoria. However, the knees he has against her’s keeps her open, allowing him to do whatever he deems fit.

Persephone’s hands desperately grab at her husband’s, trying to get him to stop; she’d clearly overestimated her confidence level. She’d assumed he would just bury himself inside her, a strategy she knows how to fight with the right amount of willpower. But her clit is way more sensitive than anything else on her body and he’d gone in without remorse.

“T-That’s not fair! H-Harry, you can’t just— fuck, oh my God!” Her back arches up from the bed, thighs quivering as she feels deep pulses of pleasure pounding at the pit of her stomach.

Harry’s lips are flushed against her throat, placing hot, sloppy pecks across her juglar as he feels her getting wetter and wetter over his fingers. “I fucking warned you, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you cum like this, without me inside you. It’s what you deserve for being such a brat.”

“P-Please—!”

“Ring.” He growls demandingly, his second middle finger pressing harder against the center of her colored lips, the rest of his digits gripping her jaw firmly. “Now.”

It’s as if Y/N’s brain is no longer in control of her actions, her body acting on sheer adrenaline. Her mouth drops open on command, and she can feel Harry’s triumphant grin stinging across her jaw.

“That’s what I thought.”

The digit dips in and the ring slips past a third of it before Harry pulls it out. He makes eye contact with his wife, ducking down to whisper his next words across the shell of her ear.

“You’re gonna be the one to put the ring back on me.”

With everything that is happening, Persephone has no time to unravel the riddle behind Hades’ words. One of her trembling hands reaches up for his hand, trying to obey him in her drunken state of shock.

But he stops her with a light shake of his head, wet curls bouncing. “Not like that, baby.”

Harry then shifts his body over smoothly, the hand that was between her thighs slamming down beside her head to hold himself up as the hand with the ring takes its place.

In one quick, expert move, he plunges his two middle fingers inside Y/N, and the experience is almost out-of-body.

She can feel the abrupt chill of the metal ring making contact with the skin around her entrance, and then he’s slipping his digits further inside her, the ring pushing against her tight hole and running down his finger until it is snug in its rightful place. Until Harry is knuckles deep and she feels like she’s going to pass out as her senses go into overdrive.

Y/N is bucking and writhing against Hades’ hand, whimpering and whining and pleading with him to stop toying with her. To just fuck her already.

“Oh, I will, love. I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers first. Play with that spot inside you that I know drives you fucking wild. And then, I’m gonna proper raw you until you can’t even stand.”

Harry’s fingers slip out completely, only to pound back inside her harder this time, her whole body jolting upwards against the bed sheets as her throat aches with a broken yelp.

“I’m gonna make you apologize for calling me a prick—” his fingers draw out and slam back in and she’s so wet he can fucking hear it— “and an asshole—’ the same motion again, but this time she feels his teeth staining her neck and jaw with bruises— “and I’m gonna make you scream so loud, they’ll hear you all the way up in Olympus.”

And with the way he rams his digits back inside her, she knows he’ll make good on that promise.

[stories-forthe-void]

Protect You ~ Lee Felix

genre: fluff, fantasy au, prince!Felix

pairings: Felix x reader

warnings: daddy issues? idk pretty angsty stuff

word count:2 820

a/n: yat Felix times. I am extremely sorry for the ending and just this fic in general

AO3

Every girl across all three kingdoms wanted to be you. You were Princess Y/N, the daughter of the King of Vlandéré. But along with that title came another. Not only were you The Princess of Vlandéré, but you were also engaged, since birth, to the next king of the neighbouring kingdom, Endover. You were fine with having an arranged marriage and all that, it was for your kingdom and you’d do anything to stop another war between the three kingdoms. So you’d be completely fine with this whole situation if the prince wasn’t a lazy ass who didn’t care about anything and spent all day taking stupid dares from a band of eight other lazy asses who followed him around like a puppy and hooking up with any species he can find willing to smash faces with him (which is pretty much everyone because he is so godamn good looking. Damn the Endovians and their good genes).

So here you are today sitting across from him at a banquet, to celebrate the three kingdoms independence from each other, while he clearly stares at one of the kitchen staff’s butt.

“Do you really have to flirt with every girl you meet” You kind of mumbled it not expecting an answer so you were quite surprised when he replied with:

“Why yes, yes I do” This is the one, this is the cockiest man, no, BOY in all the three kingdoms. Wow, I didn’t think I’d ever find him.

Four hours later and the banquet was over, and luckily it ended when it did otherwise the second War of the Three Kingdoms might have been fought over Felix’s dead body.

“Father I cannot! You cannot expect me to marry that, that, I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE IS BUT HE IS NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL FATHER!” You had stormed into your father’s throne room that morning without announcing yourself oh how rebellious you are Y/N.

“Y/N calm down, Princesses do not shout at 9 o’clock in the morning.” You let out a very loud mph. “Y/N come here and sit” He patted what would be your mother’s throne if she hadn’t died tragically when you were five oh woe is you if she hadn’t drunk way to much wine last night and was passed out in her chambers. You sat down. Begrudgingly. “I know you don’t like him and that he can be a bit much sometimes, but he’s only nineteen and he’ll grow out of it. His mother and father are both fantastic rulers-“ That was very debatable considering his father had tried to kill on nearly every single one of his birthdays because he probably wasn’t even his father's own son (no human’s ears are that pointy) because his mother hated his father so much. “And when he realizes that he’s had the most beautiful, intelligent and charismatic girl he’s ever met standing right in front of him, I’m sure he’ll come through. You have to endure this, For the sake of me and Vlandéré.”

After six months of Felix attending banquets with you and flirting with servants, he finally seemed to grow up a bit and had an actual intellectual conversation with you about the growing tensions between the Three Kingdoms and how this alliance needed to be secured fast. But something was off. He kept stealing quick glances at his father, he almost looked sad? No, not sad, something else that you couldn’t quite make out.

At the end of the night, he did something even weirder. He asked you to go for a walk around the palace gardens with him. Today had been one of the only times the banquet had been in Endover and you’d be staying the night, so there was no way you could wheedle your way out of this one.

 The Endover palace gardens were gorgeous, comet orchids, buttercups, heather, nasturtium, oak and plum trees, someone clearly knew their plant symbolism. The more you learnt about King Eustis the more you learnt of how much of a narcissist he was. I mean the guy was showing off with flowers.

How ironic, foxglove represents insecurity. Don’t forget to check your gardeners Eustis

To anyone else, you two would look like the perfect couple. Walking over moonlit bridges, under vine-covered arches, albeit in complete silence so…but after the thirty-minute mark you knew he had to be either hiding from someone, something or just stalling. You may have hated him, but no one should have to bottle things up. You stopped him when you came to a bench in front of the lake which was again named after his father.

“What, why are we stopping?” Felix looked at you like a lost puppy.

“Because Felix, I’m not an idiot. I know somethings up.”

“Whaaaaaaat why would you think that” He’s not even trying to hide it at this point

“Felix come one, a) you talked about POLITICS all night b) you did not flirt with one girl tonight c) you were looking at your dad all weird all night.” he had been looking at the ground until you said the last one, his head shot up and immediately said

“You tell no one, no one Y/N” His eyes filled with worry.

“OK, OK I wasn’t planning on telling anyone. But why are you so worked up about it, it must have been something, I’ve never seen you look humble before tonight, you looked sad or angry I don't know” he just looked at the floor again. You put one hand on his shoulder and the other you used to make him face you. “Felix, listen I may not like you but if I’m going to marry you then I don’t need your emotional baggage weighing us down when we have kingdoms to rule. So, for the last time. What. Is. Going. On.”

“It’s, I’m, ugh just sit down please this might take a while. So you’ve obviously heard the rumours about me and my mother right?”

“The ones about you being illegitimate? S-sorry that sounds mean” It was true though, the rumours were growing louder as he grew up and looked less and less like his father.

“No, it’s fine because they’re true. My mother had an affair with an elf and then had me.”

“And the ones about what your father has tried to do to you?” You had always assumed it was castle gossip, just servants getting restless and spreading lies. Even if he wasn’t his father's son, no one would try to kill someone who was basically family and his only heir. He didn’t say anything for a while and then said:

“Yes, but only partly true, he’s only tried to kill me twice when I was a baby,” You thought you saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes but it was hard to tell in the dark. “But he’s tried three times in the past week, a rogue arrow during the trainee check-up, a random assassin who would have killed me if I hadn’t been walking in the gardens and not in my room like I always am, he even sent someone off to the mines to get some weird crystal that would supposedly give me a disease, thank Magnum I had told Changbin and Seungmin about all the previous attempts so they pretended they hadn’t found any in the past few weeks. I’ve been worried he’d try to poison me tonight so he could play it off as Vlandéré pulling something to end the alliance. That’s why I kept looking at him. I was scared Y/N. I’ve lived my whole life since I could walk, not caring about a thing, hooking up with whoever was available, sniffing whatever weird new crystal Changbin could get me. Anything I could do to show my father he didn’t own me. I was never scared. And now, not even my mother cares about what he’s trying to pull. I just feel so helpless.”

You didn’t know what to do. You had had no idea how much stuff was going on behind that cocky smile of his. He just stared at you failing miserably at trying to conceal the fact that he was crying.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that, you’re so stupid Fe-euah” You pulled him into a hug, it was the only thing you could think of to stop him from degrading himself further than he probably did when the world wasn’t watching his every move.

You buried your face in his neck. “I’m sorry. For everything, I shouldn’t have judged you so quickly.” It came out sort of mumbled but you knew he had heard it when he slowly wrapped his arms around you.

And so the two of sat there. On the bench. Moon shining on the lake and Felix crying into your shoulder. It was weird; it was as if something had clicked between the two of you that you couldn’t quite place your finger on. At that moment you thought I have to protect him, I cannot let this boy die. No matter what happens he has to be safe.

 You two must have sat there for at least half an hour. Felix had stopped crying after about ten minutes but you could tell he was still pretty shaken up so you just let him stay the way he was.

“Felix we’ve been out here for a while, I know your parents won’t be fazed but I do need to make sure my mother isn’t passed out.” stupid alcohol useless women. Can’t even keep her self-controlled when we’re in a different kingdom. Typical.

“No wait, Y/N, please don’t go home tonight. I can convince your father. I’m sure he’d be ecstatic at the prospect of us getting finally warming up to each other.” He grabbed your hand the minute you had stood up and was determined not to let go. For the love of Magnum, he’s going to cut off my blood flow.

“Felix calm yourself, I’m staying the night anyway.” You smiled at him. You smiled at him. This boy is going to be the end of me, isn’t he?

“Oh! Okay. Um… c-can you um canyoupleasestayinmyoom”

“Felix speak words please not dwarfish.” You pulled him up and started to try and get him to walk. He may have spilt his heart to you and you were very grateful but your father wouldn’t be so grateful finding a makeup smudged daughter and tear-stained cheeked future husband walking through the doors an hour and a half after curfew.

You made back to the castle after a long walk filled with the most oddly comforting silence you had ever experienced.

“Y/N, Felix! Where in the Deity’s name have you been for the past three hours?!” Your father looked furious. Eustis…not so much. He was probably just mad that he had to stay up for an extra hour.

“I’m sorry father, please it was all my idea, and Felix had nothing to do with it. I swear.” Felix looked so surprised you thought his eyes might pop out of his head.

“Do this again Y/N and you can consider yourself confined to the castle for a month! Now go to bed, both of you!” You had never seen your father so mad before. You stared at Felix until he got the hint that you had no idea where to go, so he just ended up pulling him along with you.

“Um, Felix, where are we going exactly are we going?” He’d gone back to typical Felix winking at one of your mother’s ladies in waiting. What the hell is going on in this castle?

“Shut up and walk quicker else someone will spot us and then we’re both dead.” He sounded angry. Can he make up his mind already! I’m not just his emotional play toy.

You arrived at what you assumed was his room. He pulled you into his room and slammed you against the wall kissing you passionately slammed the door and slide down it at a painfully slow rate. Burying his face in his hands and then in his knees he mumbled:

“I’m never going to be free of him am I,” He started shaking again. “He’s going to keep trying until he kills me or all my friends first.” You ran over to him and hugged his shaking form.

“Shh, he isn’t going to get you, nor Changbin, nor Woojin, nor Jeongin, none of them.” He stared up at your face.

“And how do you know that Y/N you’ve known me for six months and I’ve already managed to make an enemy out of you. If I can’t protect myself how am I meant to protect my people or my family!’ He tried to push you off of him but his heart wasn’t in it and you managed to keep hold of him.

“Felix, where is this coming from? You were fine literally an hour ago, we were fine.”

“Y/N, do you not see, he didn’t want us to come back. He thought he had gotten away with not even having to try to kill me, he just had to leave us out there for long enough and for sure a night elf could’ve done us in.”

“Okay no, this is not a conversation we are having again. Felix look at me! I told you he’s not going to touch you or your friends or me. Do you want to know how I know that? Because I will protect you. I will use every guard and wizard and elf in Vlandere and they will stand outside your door. Then we will get married and you will be crowned king and your father will be banished to the deepest part of mount Zendita and we will never have to see him again. Do you understand me.” You stared him down. Tears staining his cheeks for the second time that night.

“I understand”

“Ok? Good, now you are going to get in that bed and sleep, OK Mr. Future King.” He gave you a weak smile.

You went to change into more comfortable clothes as you guessed it was going to be a long night. When you got back to Felix’s room (you later realised that you didn’t knock, which could have led to disaster) he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It was the first time you had ever seen him not wearing a suit. He was even more gorgeous like this, just staring out the massive window. He looked so at peace yet unsettled, like his mask was slipping off the harder he tried to tie it on.

“Felix?” You spoke softly, not wanting to scare him.

“Oh, you’re back!” He jumped up and walked towards you.

“So mister,” You poked his nose. Ew no, Y/N don’t do that again, this is so not a Nikki Fire book. “What were you trying to tell me earlier?”

“Oh, um, um, ehhh,” Que suspicious eyebrow raises, “pleasestaywithmetonight” Ok I knew he was part elf I just didn’t know he could speak Elvish.

“Felix I need words, not Elvish please.”

“Oh my Magnum Y/N you make this impossible. Please stay with me tonight?” He almost whispered the last part but you caught it.

“Felix, I don’t think I have another room to be completely honest.” You laughed. He laughed. He really does have the stars in his eyes huh? When Felix laughed his eyes turned into the cutest little crescent moons you’d ever seen.

“So you won’t leave?” Ok if I’m gonna marry him he’s going to have to learn to not make me repeat my promises fifteen times

“Felix, what did I say? I said I’d protect you, and we Vlanderians never break a promise right?”

“Right”

The night consisted of awkwardly climbing into Felix’s bed. Talking for a while. Nearly falling asleep. Felix panicking and shaking you awake. More talking and finally trying to sleep.

“Y/N?” The had been silent for a few minutes

“Mm.” Tired, so tired

“Um, would it be weird if I asked you to hug me?” there it was again, that nervousness, the fast-talking, it was like he turned into a totally different person around you.

“Felix, we’re getting married. You’re allowed to ask me for anything.” You let out a soft chuckle

“Ok, well can I have a hug.” You didn’t even answer him, just wrapped your arms around him and stayed spooning. You thought he was asleep until you heard a soft mumble:

“Please never go” He placed a soft kiss to your hand.

“Never would have dreamed of it. I’ve got to protect you” It was the last thing you heard before you felt a hand cover your mouth and felt Felix being pulled away from you in the dark.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Late (17)

T’Challa X Black Reader

Chapter Warning: Cursing, Time Jump, Illicit substance Use and Abuse, Angst

Word Count: 3778K

Note: I know it’s been FOREVER and I’m sorry you guys. I wasn’t 100% sure where I wanted to take the story I had 90% figured out and for the life of me I could not sit and write this due to lack of FULL inspiration. I refuse to give you guys half assed work, it’s not me. So here is the long overdue chapter that I made especially LONGER.

**Loosely proofread, please excuse typos if you see them.

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“So it is with great sadness but incredible joy that we remember the life of Y/N. She was not born in Wakanda but this is where she died, which makes her part of our life cycle, part of our legacy as she resides with our panther goddess for all eternity.” T’Challa said before he bowed his head.

The residents of Wakanda followed. The torches were lit and the tribal music began. In Wakanda one’s death was mourned but by tradition it was more important to also celebrate their life. He looked up and out to his people taking in everyone’s reactions and expressions, body languages and behaviors. He slowly looked from face to face observing them for any clues and registering them to his memory. As Black Panther his memory was near perfect with a .1% for error. An added perk of taking up the mantel was the enhanced knowledge and memory, he was able to tap into the knowledge and memories of other panthers before him. He used this enhanced power often in his efforts of trying to out think and outmaneuver his opponents. He used it now to find the culprit.

T’Challa looked across the faces of each of his Dora Milaje, the ones he’d always had around and the new additions. He saw another one, a newer addition, one he had not noticed prior but one he knew. Her name was Tandra, she was Nakia’s sister. They were close in age and affection and the first one of the family to journey to America because of her growing curiosities of the foreign land. His father had the idea to use her as a spy. It was a separate program from the War dog program, it was meant to infiltrate other diplomatic settings any means necessary. The program was an elite section of the war dogs and only a select few Wakandans were selected; Tandra was one of the very few. He called the program idodoli yemfazwe (War Dolls).

She’d been stationed with the Russian president. There were whispers of him wanting to invade Wakanda for it’s vibranium he saw it as his chance at world domination. Of course this whisper was one that had long been a concern. His father thought she was the best for the task. The reports they got back were nothing short of amazing, how Tandra got the information she did T’Challa never knew but he suspected. Men talked freely under only 2 circumstances; drunk/drugged or relaxed in pillow talk. He did not ask how she got her information but he always wondered.

When she reported her hatred of countries, presidents and dictators who strove for authoritarian rule was clear. He remembered a kimoyo beads discussion between her and his father he was privy to where she clearly expressed her disdain for the deplorable inhabitants of the Earth and wished to cleanse the planet of all corruption and those who were not worthy. He brought it to his father’s attention that Tandra might becoming radicalized. His father took his concerns into consideration but they both knew that with the increasing threat of Russia and it’s growing influence with America they needed Tandra to press on. Now she was home.

He continued his decent down the line to his left of those closest to him, Zhuri , then passing to his mother’s face, moved down the line to Shuri’s innocent face and then to his most trusted Ayo and Okoye. His eyes finally made it to Nakia who was next to him. She touched his forearm in comfort before raising her eyes to his giving him a small smile. He looked to his right at the members of the council, he noticed Nakia’s father, Ma’Uchi did not have his head bowed as every else. Instead he held it high, almost proudly looking out over Wakanda. It was no secret that Ma’Uchi did not like outsiders in Wakanda so his lack of sadness for Y/N’s death was not surprising, what was surprise was the pleased, successful look that was etched onto his face. He also noticed W’Kabi of the Border Tribe also with his head raised. T’Challa took note of it. He and W’Kabi grew up together, they were close, T’Challa even gave W’Kabi his blessings to propose marriage to Okoye, a marriage proposal she accepted but a wedding had yet to take place; 3 years later. In truth W’Kabi did not know of Okoye’s conflicting feelings between he and Busihiri, next in line to lead the mining tribe. In fact Okoye herself did not know that T’Challa knew anything of it. Truth be told T’Challa was sure this was the reason for the delay with their journey into wedded bliss, a reason that escaped W’Kabi and created tension in their relationship.

After the music and chanting, T’Challa feigned grief allowing Nakia to finish the speech. A speech she delivered with conviction when she vowed Y/N’s assailant would be brought to the full force of the Wakandan law. Her conviction prompted the crowd to errupt in cheers and applause. When she spoke of using tragedy to bring the citizens together T’Challa couldn’t help but nod along with his people. He agreed, of course he did he’d written this speech himself. Normally Y/N would do it as part of her job function but this speech, was all his own. He didn’t have to dig deep for it, all the emotions and sentiments were right at the surface.

“Y/N will be greatly missed, not only for her kindness, and her intelligence but also for her loyalty and dedication to me.” Nakia read before she glanced to T’Challa pursing her lips slightly.

“To Wakanda.” Nakia corrected looking back to the crowd allowing them time to clap in agreement and murmur between each other.

“I will always consider her to be my best friend and…and…truest…confidant.” Nakia struggled to get out. She looked back to T’Challa and he saw the clench in her jaw and it piqued his interest and curiosity. She looked down momentarily and stepped back to T’Challa’s side.

He listened as the people chanted her name, over and over. She never thought she was of any significance to Wakanda and the people, she doubted that anyone truly cared for her, he wished she were there to see it, to hear it and know how many lives she touched and how many truly love her, like him. He cleared his throat of the emotion before walking back into the palace, this was all becoming too real.

***********

“Finally she is dead!” Nakia said stretching back in her chambers. She released a long exaggerated sigh.

“It was taking too long.” She groaned out.

“Keep quiet Nakia, there are ears everywhere.” Ma’Uchi chastised.

“I will not be quiet, I have wanted this for so long. I heard the whispers and rumors while I was away. I heard what everyone said and suspected. They actually suspected he would marry her. Her father, a disgusting American, over me wakanda’s jewel. “ She took up the crystal paperweight on the table and shuffled it from hand to hand.

She played the dutiful daughter an citizen for years. When the marriage agreement was entered when she was a child she was excited. She’d always loved T’Challa, always and could not wait until she were Queen, she longed for the power the title would afford her. As a child she had no power, she was the second girl child. Her sister was the prize, she became part of Wakanda’s and T’Chaka’s prized idodoli yemfazwe (War Dolls), she was always away on missions that lasted for months, months where she sent back so many glamorous items, from jewelry, shoes, even clothes. Nakia thought she was living the life and that made her join the war dogs. As she and T’Challa grew she hear more and more about his extracurricular activities. She heard about his time in America, the women, the lewd acts, she heard it all and her jealousy grew to bounds she wasn’t prepared for. He never once wrote her asking how she was doing, or told her he missed her. It was as if he cared nothing for her.

When she came home from one of her missions he found her close to one of Wakanda’s many waterfalls. It was the first time in months they’d spoken. Yet the entire afternoon she fell harder and harder for him. They spent everyday together for a week and Nakia thought he was finally beginning to love her too. Foolishly she gave him the one thing her umama told her every man truly wanted, her virginity. For the week that followed they were inseparable often choosing to sneak away back to the waterfall to do it again and again. Then he was gone, back to America and after a week so were his attentions. He had yet another model on his arm with her hanging all over him. She felt stupid, and regretted giving him that part of her. From then Nakia’s heart hardened toward him.

From then she took every War dog mission she could and used it as a distraction and to formulate her plan. She was making all the preparations until her father told her of the beautiful American the entire Golden Tribe fell in love with, T’Chaka included. She knew you would throw a wrench in the entire plot she had to act.

No one knew of her part in the attack at the accords, the attack that was anticipated to take the king’s life. An act that would make T’Challa king. Upon successful completion of the beginning of her plot she returned home to play the dutiful friend and soon to be fiancé. When she saw her for the first time in person Nakia understood how he’d fallen, she was beautiful, in an American way. It was then she knew she may pose to be a greater threat than she originally thought.

“On to the next phase of the plan.” Nakia said smirking devilishly.

**********

”Now that she thinks Y/N is dead what is to stop her?” Shuri asked.

“When one thinks they have won the game, they become lazy, sloppy.” Ramonda informed.

“Do not worry. I have taken care of one of the pieces off this chess game.” She added.

“Mother, what did you do?” Shuri asked.

“Let’s just say that the the Court Council is onto N’amibia thanks to her actions being brought to the high magistrate’s attention. He thought her actions were odd and the decisions she’d rendered on equally odd.” Ramonda nonchalantly added while she watered her flowers.

“It is as if he truly believes she is dead mother. I’ve never seen him like this. Never seen him so-broken, not even after father.” Shuri brought up off topic.

“I know. I believe sending her away was the hardest thing he has ever done. I wish I could take his pain.” Ramonda admitted. They stood there in silence thinking of everything that happened and all that they were faced with.

“We will fix this Shuri, do not worry. We will fix this so she can fix him.” They nodded in unison continuing their work in the garden with T’Challa’s well being in mind. They both didn’t voice their worry that neither of them T’Challa or Y/N would ever fully heal.

************

You sat there reading and rereading the letter T’Challa wrote you, the last form of communication you had had in now 2 weeks. He didn’t write, he didn’t call, he didn’t email, carrier pigeon, war dog message, Morse code, hieroglyphic, shadow puppets, nothing. It was silent on his end. When you read the letter and fully digested he was accepting your resignation and letting you leave Wakanda as you swore up and down you wanted you knew he meant it. You knew this was no ploy. Part of you hoped he was doing it because of the growing danger to your life, but the realest part of you said you were worth more trouble than he could handle.

You stared at his signed name for hours. When the jet landed in New York at the top of Wakandan embassy in complete stealth mode you hugged E’KeNe and D’GaBo goodbye through the tears streaming down your cheeks you could barley make out their features but they looked like they were sad. They wished you well, and begged you to take care of yourself and just like that they were gone, going back home. At that thought you realized Wakanda was your home. Yes you weren’t born there and no you did not have any blood ties to it but you were connected to it.

Knock, knock, knock.

You shook your head and brought yourself back to the present, in your office.

“Come in.” The door opened and Sabrina your assistant at the embassy walked in carrying a stack of folders.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I have the documents regarding the upcoming retreat. Everything on the Vienna accords and the current state of the matter.” She placed them on your desk.

“Thank you Sabrina, did we get a reply back from Captain Rogers on if he would be able to submit a statement from Mr. Barnes?”

“Yes, he said informed he has messengered it over and you should have it before close of business today.” Sabrina informed. You nodded and began digging into everything on the accords.

“Will there be anything else ma’am?” You looked around trying to think of anything but coming up short.

“No Sabrina thank you.” You responded looking back to the folder in front of you. She nodded and walked toward the door.

“Oh, Mr. Coral called to confirm you are still on for dinner tonight.” You paused and groaned. You completely forgot you’d agreed to dinner with him. You glanced at your watch, 4:30. You really didn’t feel like it. You didn’t feel like it when you agreed either. You closed your eyes and breathed out.

“Please apologize to Mr. Coral, tell him something extremely important came up here and I will not be able to make it.” You lied. She nodded before walking out. You sighed again and went back to the reports and it was there your eyes stayed, but your mind was thousand of miles away, in the place your heart was.

When you walked into your apartment that night it was turning 8’ o’clock. You groaned and leaned on the door relieved to be done with another day. Every day since you’d returned was harder than the next. They said time healed all wounds but that was not the case. It was 2 weeks, 14 days and you still cried. Every night you cried yourself to sleep in a ball, every night you tossed and turned for hours only to have nightmares about his face, his hands, his lips, nightmares that made you cry in you sleep until they stirred you awake. Once awake you paced your apartment for the rest of the night until the sun rose and it was time for you to get prepared for another day of work. You cried in the shower in the mornings and pulled yourself together enough to present a brave, reserved, professional face to the world by 8’ o’clock. Then throughout the day you felt like a robot, it was all routine and fake, because the cycle just repeated everyday.

Weekends were the worst, from Friday to Sunday you had nothing to take your mind, nothing to distract you-weekends were the worst. After kicking off your six inch heels and placing the folders on your center coffee table you walked into the kitchen and took out one of the many bottles of wine you had stocked. You opened the bottle and didn’t even bother with a glass, you took it to the head and took several gulps. It wasn’t wakandan but it would have to do. You drank some more on your journey to your bedroom. Once inside you unfastened the back of your skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor with a soft sigh. You stepped out of it and walked toward the bathroom. You turned on the shower and pulled your blouse over your head. Your reflection caught your eye before you passed the vanity. You had puffy dark circles under your eyes that not even your makeup expertise could handle, so much for the 230 dollar bottle of foundation you decided to try.

You rolled your eyes and walked back into the bedroom stripping the remainder of your clothes. You wrapped your hair and covered it before stepping in the shower. You had every intention of showering when you stepped in but the first touch of the hot water paused you and took your mind back to Wakanda, back to T’Challa. You sighed and hit your head on the tiled wall.

“Get your shit together Y/N.” You pleaded.

The remainder of the night was spent in 4 bottles of wine and the remaining folders. What else was a Friday night meant for if not work and drowning your sorrows and broken heart?

***********

-2 Weeks Later-

T’challa closed the door to his bedchambers and locked the secret lock he’d requested. No one really knew about it, he put it there because the Dora could easily unlock the doors using their Kimoyo beads especially if they thought he was in danger, it was sort of a safety precaution for him. He wanted the extra privacy. He sighed pressing his hands to the back of the door and lowering his head so the top of his head rested on the door. After a few moments he dug into his pocket and took out the serum he’d been highly dependent on the last several weeks.

Zhuri provided him with a small amount the heart shaped herb. He said it was not just used for spiritual purposes but it could be used recreationally. He warned it was dangerous in high quantities and only gave him half the amount a test tube could hold. After the first few days T’Challa built up a tolerance for it and it’s effects were not as strong. So he ordered Ayo get more knowing she could not refuse an order from her King. He experimented with the dosage and quickly found that he needed at least 6 vials a day to function, and that number was growing, he tweaked it with the knowledge from panthers before him using pure liquid vibranium to lace the herb, the effects exponentially rose. This was his 6th vial. He popped off the top and without though gulped down the glowing purple serum. He groaned as it’s strength coursed through him at a rapid speed. He nearly fell to his knees and it was only thanks to his grip that prevented it.

When he fully adjusted he walked more into his chambers and kicked off his sandals before he lied on his bed. He closed his eyes and felt the serum slow his heart and in turn slowed his mind and his breathing. It was an ability he had before but now with the serum it was an immediate effect. One he craved, he was beginning to crave it a little too much. His heart beat slowed to a mere 50 beats a minute. It was during this process he found he was able to find any peace, in a near dead state. His mind lagged, he felt as if everything was in slow motion. He thought of her. He wondered what she was doing, how she was doing. He didn’t trust himself to not contact her so he requested his mother handle any business with the Wakandan embassy. He told her not to tell him anything, make all decisions according to how she wanted. The only thing he knew was she was alive, alive and safe. That had to be enough for him.

T’Challa dug into the pocket of his pants and took out the small star shaped button Y/N gave him after their incredible night together. T’Challa regretted that night on many levels, he wished he would have buried himself deep inside you. He wished he would have said to hell with the council wished he would have planted his seed deep within you perhaps then there would have been a chance to outsmart the council. Children were important in Wakanda, his were paramount, or they would be.

He squeezed the button and thought of your words to him.

“You will never be lost, the balance is always going to be with you.”

He felt lost now, he felt completely lost and without the one thing that truly balanced him. You.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

T’Challa groaned but did not move. He refused to get up, there was nothing anyone could say that he cared about.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Still he didn’t move, mainly because his limbs felt too heavy, but also because of a lack of want.

“T‘Challa, did you forget we were supposed to go to the temple an meet with Zhuri in preparation for the ceremony sithandwa sam?” Nakia softly asked. He breathed out harshly annoyed with the sound of her voice.

In accordance with Wakandan mourning traditions the marriage ceremony was placed on hold for the required time-4 weeks. This week would that hold was finished and the ceremony was expected to take place as planned.

“T’Challa?” He remained quiet. After a few more minutes he heard her steps recede. He knew he couldn’t hide from her much longer, the ceremony was in 4 days. In 4 days he would have a wife, Wakanda would have a queen, not the one he loved or wanted though. Feeling his heartbeat speed he dug into his other pocket and took out another vail of the serum and poured it into his mouth. He knew it was too much, he knew it was dangerous to consume so much, but he didn’t care. His arms felt heavy and they fell to the bed. He stared up into the ceiling of his chambers and smiled at her serene face. The face he loved, the face he missed, the face that brought him peace. His eyelids were heavy and he lost the will to keep them open, lost the will for everything.

To Be Continued….

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The Wuko kids at a School Dance (or close enough) - (For artemisofthesea)

“I cannot believe Papa made us go to this thing.” Naoki glared at a polished aristocratic boy coming her direction and he stumbled, swerving the other way. “Fucking Ba Sing Se.”

“What if a girl asks me to dance?” Zhi swallowed, eyes wide behind their lenses. “My hands get all sweaty. What if she wants to talk to me?”

“Just dance with boys, then,” Naoki said, catching the eye of another potential dance partner, slashing her finger quickly across her throat, scoffing as he paled and looked away.

“That’s worse!” Zhi hissed, clawing at his cravat. “What, did he think we were all Meili?” Both of them turned to watch their sister, charming in formal robes of blue, a sapphire and platinum floral tiara entwined in her softly curling hair, long-lashed eyes glowing above her fan, standing in a circle of admirers. “How come they get fans? I could use a fan.”

Naoki reached out and snagged a fan from a passing teenager, handing it over to him, ignoring the girl’s outraged gasp. “There. Now you have a fan.”

“Naoki!” He snapped the fan open and hid his laughter behind it.

“What, I’m a princess, I outrank everyone here, what are they going to do, kick me out?” She perked up a little. “I wonder if I could manage to get kicked out?”

“Papa would kill you. Slowly. Painfully. Over months. Possibly years.”

She sighed. “Yeah.” Suddenly she looked around. “Oh shit, where’s Button?”

Zhi straightened up from his despondent slouch. “Wait, she was right here.” He gazed over the heads of all of the rest of the crowd, scanning for her. It was the annual Flowering Blossom Ball, a tradition as old as Ba Sing Se itself. Once a year the young, unmarried aristocrats of the Upper Ring as well as throughout the rest of the Earth Kingdom met at the Palace to dance and mingle. Nothing more than a marriage mart, Papa had once remarked scornfully, remembering his years of attending as a boy. The tradition had moved from the Palace to private homes after the Red Lotus had attacked; this year, the year he was fourteen, the Palace had hosted the ball once again. In honor of the Ball’s return to the Palace Papa had insisted they all go, including Naoki, who had fought viciously against it, and Sayuri, who at four was not exactly formal dance material. Qi had laughed in his face when he’d said they were to take her with them; Daddy had tried to talk him out of it but Papa got all stubborn and resolute the way he did when he’d made up his mind about something, pointing out that he was four as well the first time he’d attended. You at four and Sayuri at four are not the same thing, and you damn well know it. Don’t come crying to me when she tears the place apart, Qi had said, and Papa had refused to speak to them for the rest of the day. What he had done, however, was told Naoki that she was responsible for Button’s behavior, something that had involved plenty of shouting and one of Papa’s favorite rhododendron bushes getting more than a little singed.

Naoki was here, of course. As was Button. Papa, as always, got his way in the end.

“Vaatu’s clogged up shithole, where could she have gone? She was right here!” Ignoring the comically open mouths of the three teenage aristocrats who overheard her more colorful phrasing, Naoki started to move. “Zhi, do you see her?”

He promptly stood up on the chair he’d been trying to hide behind. “Give me a sec, give me a sec…” he scanned the room for a curly head, topped with very small tiara of jade and gold “...ah! She’s at the buffet table...oh Button! No! No! Put down the knife!”

Naoki was off like a flash, shoving past the offended teens, sprinting across the formal ballroom, skidding just a little on polished marble floor, muttering curses that would have done Lin proud. He stayed up on his chair, frozen with horror, watching Button pick up a very large cake knife and going for the towering cake that was the centerpiece of the table. “Shit,” he breathed out. Naoki was fast, but not that fast. He watched as she knocked a particularly snooty looking boy aside, not stopping even as he pinwheeled his arms and landed right on his entitled ass, clapping a hand over his mouth to cover up the laughter that was threatening to bubble right out of him.

Meili, graceful as always, had excused herself from her crowd and was making her way across the floor after Naoki, the gentle flow of her walk disguising how quickly she was moving. She might only be eleven, but she had more self-possession than the rest of them put together. She always had. She had that smile on her face, the one she’d gotten from Papa, that smile that looked friendly but really wasn’t. Oh spirits, now Button was trying to actually climb up on the table, knife still in one hand, determined to get to that cake. “Hurry up, Naoki,” he whispered. It wasn’t that he was worried for Button. She knew how to handle a knife. Daddy had protested against Qi showing her how to hold their knives but Qi had pointed out that she’d just get to them no matter how they tried to keep them from her and wasn’t it better that she learned how to handle them properly? No, Button would keep her fingers. It was the cake he was worried about. And possibly the crystal punch bowl, which she was currently grasping, rocking dangerously as Button put all of her weight, slight as it was, on it, trying to hoist herself up. “Oh Button, no, no no no…”

Too late. With a resounding thud the bowl tipped to its side, red punch gushing out all over the table and right over Button, drenching her in scarlet stickiness as she lost her footing and slid off the table with a thump to the marble floor. “Balls,” she uttered clearly, and there she sat, her curls and yellow silk dress saturated with crimson, knife still firmly clasped in one hand, tiara knocked slightly askew. She looked like a demented baby murderer and he couldn’t help himself; into the shocked silence that was filling the ballroom he started to laugh.

Naoki got to her and stared down at her, hands on her hips. “Oh Button, what did you do?”

“I wanted some cake,” she explained, and beamed up at her. “I missed.”

Naoki covered her mouth but it didn’t make any difference, everyone knew she was laughing, including Button, who started to laugh as well. Meili arrived, took in the scene, put her hands on her waist and sighed, closing her eyes briefly, a move that was so Daddy it made him laugh even harder. Next thing you knew she’d be pinching the bridge of her nose. Poor Meili. All she’d ever wanted to be was a respectable princess but she’d gotten stuck with the rest of them.

The head chaperone, a woman that had told them more than once that she was a fourth cousin thrice removed from Papa, came bustling up, hand to her jade beads. “Princess Sayuri! Explain yourself!”

“Oh, I wanted some cake,” Button said, not sorry in the least. She never was.

The woman didn’t like that explanation. Not that he blamed her. Sayuri’s explanations were usually pretty vague. “I am shocked! Utterly shocked! That you, a Hou-Ting Princess, would engage in this sort of behavior is unconscionable. Unexcusable!”

It was the way she’d put the emphasis on Hou-Ting that made Naoki’s eyes narrow and his own chin go up. He wasn’t stupid; he was well aware what most of these people thought of the so-called mongrels that Papa had taken off the street. Some of them were even brave enough to mutter it behind their backs, always just slightly loud enough for them to overhear. Sayuri was too young to understand why these people considered her different than the rest of them, but Meili certainly wasn’t. She turned her icy gaze to the woman.

“You presume to scold the Princess Royal, Lady Feiyan?” Her voice was entirely Papa’s; cold and disdainful, a stinging whip of condescension. Trust Meili to know what her name was, too. The lady in question took an actual step back.

“No, of course not, I…” she trailed off as Meili deliberately turned her back on her, dismissing her. The woman’s face turned nearly as red as the punch and she took another step back, clearly chagrined. Meili looked down at Sayuri and frowned.

“You know better,” was all she said, and Sayuri’s face dropped, eyes filling up with tears. The entire world could yell at Button and she wouldn’t care; one harsh word from Meili could crush her, however. She idolized Meili so much.

“Sorry,” she whispered, and now her mouth was trembling.

“Fishy,” Naoki said, reaching out her hand, but Meili’s hands were moving, the punch swirling up from Button and the floor, hovering in the air. Naoki stepped forward and righted the bowl, the punch settling into it so gently it hardly made a ripple. Meili knew her stuff. She turned to one of the servers. “We’ll need some new punch.”

“Of course, Your Highness. Right away.” He bowed, and motioned to two of the other servers, who scurried to take it away.

Meili reached a hand down and pulled Button up, taking the knife from her and carefully handing it to Naoki. “No knives at parties.” Button looked like she was going to start wailing at any second, but Meili hugged her. “Never mind.” She righted the crooked tiara and made an attempt to smooth down Button’s hair and dress, which was pointless, of course. Poor Button always looked like she’d just rolled out of bed, no matter how hard Papa tried to make her look presentable. At least she wasn’t covered in punch any more. She turned to the server still hovering behind the table, looking down her beautiful little nose the way that only Meili could. “My sister would like some cake, please.”

“I...uh...of course! Of course, Your Highness!” The man took the knife from Naoki’s hand and with one last cowed look at Meili started to cut.

“A piece with one of the flowers, please.” One of Meili’s eyebrows went up and she glanced pointedly at a large pink frosting flower on the top tier of the cake. The server complied, of course. When it came to Meili, everyone always did.

“I like the flowers,” Button said, grabbing at Meili’s hand and holding it.

“Yes, I know.” She stood there, holding Button’s hand, until the server gave Naoki a plate with a very large piece of cake, topped with the enormous frosting flower.

“Your Highness,” he said, bowing at Button, who grinned at him and nodded back.

“Thank you,” she chirped, bouncing along on her toes. “Is that whole piece for me?”

“Yes,” Meili answered. “Come on, we can go and sit at a table next to Zhi.” She led Sayuri back through the room like she was walking to her own coronation, chin high, expecting everyone to get out of her way and they did, too. They always did. Naoki trailed behind her, grinning like it was the best day of her life, the piece of cake in her hand nearly half the size of Button’s head.

“What the hell are you all looking at?” she said, letting a little flame crackle around her head, clearly enjoying the way people were nearly falling over themselves in their haste to get away from her.

“Is it really necessary to stand on the chair?” Meili was standing below him, put upon as ever. He winked at her before hopping off. “Could you all please try not to embarrass me like that?”

“I make no promises,” Naoki said, and with her finger put a glob of frosting into Button’s delighted mouth.

[magagerie]

A Con Gone Wrong

“How did you meet him?”

The long black nails stopped their trek through auburn locks. Julian made a small groan at their ceasing and looked up to the small apprentice beneath him. Wally’s talons stilled on his head where it lay against her chest. Her kohl lined eyes lay fixed on the scratchy sheets just besides Julian’s knee where they laid in Mazelinka’s home. She’d slipped out of the palace for the day, the drovel of court hurting her eyes with how much she rolled them at the pompous officials around her.

“Who?” her voice vibrated against Julian’s cheek, the rising and falling of her breath lulling the man into comfort. “Asra?”

“Mhm.” Julian rubbed his face into her satin blouse before flicking his gaze back to her face.

“Oh.” She nodded nonchalantly into the distance, lavender blinking the gangly man into focus with a smile. The gold hoop on the center of her lip caught in the faint candlelight with her grin, the deep blue they were painted today complimenting her brown complexion.

“Well that’s an awfully long story.” Wally teased, her finger going back to smooth through his hair.

“I’m not going anywhere.” A smirked flashed across his face before it fell once more. “Are you?”

She regarded him impassively, a wide smile soon breaking across the magician’s face. “Not unless you’re coming with me.” Her arched brows waggled down at Julian, a strand of hair falling from her powder blue mohawk.

“Then tell me a story, Cadwallader.” Julian encouraged with a proper grin, his neck stretching to look at her.

“Okay, okay.” Wally maneuvered into the pillows further, “Get off me first, my toes are fucking cold.” They wiggled for emphasis.

He huffed a laugh and granted her request. Julian rolled off the small woman with a faint wobble, his long legs nearly falling off the bed with the motion. His large hand trailed down her thigh as he left her long enough for Wally to shove her feet under the cotton blanket covering the bed. He made sure to keep his palm over the light lavender slacks obscuring parts of her leg, Julian too aware of the large expanses of skin still left bare to his wandering eye.

“Alright, come here.” The apprentice waved the fugitive doctor closer once she was properly settled. Wally did nothing to hide the smirk that settled on her face from his staring, seemed to preen under it even.

Julian raised his eyebrows at Wally (definitely without a blush beginning to color his face) and followed suit, laying on his side and placing his head on her bare shoulder, “You wouldn’t be so cold if you wore more clothes.” He poked the wide cutout on her thigh, the tawny skin soft under his touch.

“You wear too many clothes!” Wally countered, sticking her tongue out. The pair piercings at the tip winked as they made their way back into her mouth, after which a wrinkled nose met him instead. “I can’t understand how you’ve lived in Vesuvia for ages and still think that 5 layers of clothes are necessary.”

“I only wear three.”

“Still too many. You look much better in none, dear.” Wally’s long fingernails dug into Julian’s hair once more and tugged at the strands for emphasis. A moan slipped from Julian’s lips before he could stop it.

“You’re-” Julian’s face turned upward with the pulling of Wally’s grip. His tongue flicked out over his dry lips, eyes glazing over momentarily. A flush painted most of his face before he swallowed and tried again, “you’re changing the subject.”

“Nope!” Wally grinned down and dark blue lipstick branded itself on his temple, “I’m just teasing you.” she spoke into his skin.

“Wally,” Julian had to fight the whine bubbling to the surface, “please don’t.”

“Fine,” she leaned away from him, smirk still firmly in place, “You’re no fun.”

A beat of silence.

“So you wanted to know how I met Asra?” she finally began, sounding like she’d forgotten his original question.

Julian nodded.

“Alright, so~” she drew out the ‘o’ for a few seconds, attention grabbed instead by the wax dripping down the candle. She stayed transfixed, the slow bead moving down to the wooden table beneath and stilling as it cooled. With a shake of her head, Wally realized she’d still been holding out the vowel and a blink later, her mouth closed.

“So I met him in the marketplace, or was it by the old plague wards? I don’t know, but either way it was in a back alley! I had my shitty little table set up, a bunch of rings on my hands to cover the green marks they left behind from the day before. Do you know how easy it is the make cheap ass rings look expensive? Even without magic! You just shine them up right and make sure the paint doesn’t flake in noticeable places and you’re good to go! Honestly, if you wanted me to spiff up your-”

“Wally.”

“What?”

“You’re getting off topic.”

“Oh fuck.” A flush crept over Cadwallader’s freckled cheeks, the subtle red dusting over her nose as a pout pursed her lips, “Where was I?”

“Literally at the beginning.”

“Shit.” She took a deep breath. “Okay, time to get serious. Just punch me if I derail again, okay?”

“I-”

“Thanks for agreeing! So, as I was saying, I met him in some random back alley at my divination stand. I had the usual shit up that you see at a fortune teller’s table, right? Like the cards and crystal ball and everything. Well this fucker just walked up and his clothes look travelled. Like exotic silks and embroidered shit and just seemed like he had money to burn, and who was I to deny him the pleasure of giving me money? So I called him over with my best smile and batted my eyes dramatically cause it’d worked on all the other bastards before him, and I was all like ‘for 4 gold pieces I’ll read your palm and tell you your dead girlfriend’s name’ or some shit and guess what? He bought it!”

Wally was using her hands at this point, back bent over Julian’s head where it had slid down to her hip as she gestured into the air, obviously enjoying her story as much as Julian enjoyed hearing it. “This poor sap came up to my booth and gave me his money and bought into my stupid, vague reading. It was all ‘she died tragically before her time’ and ‘you’ve gone to great lengths to preserve her memory, but fret not, she’ll always be close to you. Closer than you may think.’ and all that other mumbo jumbo that crackpots usually give you like shitty fortune cookies. Do you know what those are? My father use to get them all the time from his homeland, just these plain ass cookies that didn’t even have sugar- barely any vanilla!- and the outer edge had runes scrawled into it like a stamp just giving you something stupid like ‘your future is bright but only if you keep your gaze on the sun’. But like, which sun? And why would you do that anyway, you’ll lose your eyes if you look too long, even babies know that! What kind of dumbass-”

“Wally.”

She stopped, blinked, looked down at him.

“I told you to punch me.”

“Maybe next time.” The Doctor smiled at her fondly before waving a hand into the air, “Please, continue.”

Wally blew a raspberry at him. “I gave him his reading, took his money, and watched his smile with a ‘what the fuck’ expression. It was like he knew I was full of shit but humored me anyway. There wasn’t pity in his eyes, but it felt like it so it made me mad. I swindled 15 more coins from him by giving two 3 card spreads and a ball gaze. Hey shut up, don’t laugh, I haven’t actually seen his balls, I’m sure you know more about them than I do, Ilya. What, are you mad now? Don’t poke the bear if you don’t want it to shove your dirty laundry in your face, boy.”

“He eventually left and I did too. There was a few more customers after him, but they were are simpletons. They didn’t weird me out as much as he had. His final remark was ‘I look forward to my next reading, Cadwallader’ and it was bonkers cause that was before I gave my name to clients. Usually I’d just draw them in and then run as soon as I got their money so they couldn’t find me once they realized I was full of shit. But, Asra was different. He didn’t give me his name either, but I knew it. And that was fucking weird. I barely remember my mother’s name… Actually, I don’t remember her name, but I knew his? The fuck is up with that? But that’s how it was. It rattled me, but not enough to stop conning chumps. That was the only way I was living at that point!”

“It was about two weeks after that that I saw him again.” Wally’s voice shifted, more distant in her memories than it had been. Julian looked at her through his eyelashes, good eye finding her face blank, the magician too lost in thought to notice his staring.

“What happened then?” his voice barely broke a whisper.

“Well at first I didn’t think much of it! I’m use to seeing people dicking around in the square, it didn’t feel anything special. Until he made eye contact.” The scam artist shivered at the memory. “It was fuckin’ terrifying, Julian. Like, if I could describe to you just how close I was to shitting my pants in that moment, I would. It was like,” A pause. “if Count Lucio’s goat painting showed up and offered to give me a blowjob at 2:37 in the morning. In front of his wife. It was bananas. Well, not to say I wouldn’t enjoy a blowjob at that time, but what about the repercussions? I don’t wanna get caught fucking a dead noble! Which would I get hung for: being a homewrecker or a necrophiliac? That’s just too close for comfort man, I’d rather keep the freaky shit in the privacy of my own slice of Hell, not in the common for the world to see. Having my bits out in public is something I’m willing to try once but that’s not how, I’d much pre-”

A love tap knocked Wally on the side of her cheek, stopping her in her tracks. Her mouth hung open mid sentence briefly before her tongue flicked out to wet her lips and she closed them.

“Sorry.” she looked sheepishly at the man at her side.

“Why were you scared?”

“I’ve never-” She stopped of her own volition this time, eyebrows knit together as she tried to pick her words, “I’m not- I’m not use to people seeing me like that. Like they know me. People usually just glance over me or stare because of my dashing good looks,” a smug smile crept across Wally’s lips before she could stop it, “but his stare just got me. It knew me. Honestly, the only time I’ve ever seen that look, it was followed by a curse and a fist in my direction so I booked it. I only grabbed my decks and just hauled ass down the alleys until I thought I was a good distance away.”

Laughter cut through beside her and the magician stopped, “What?” she asked.

Julian’s grin softened and he glanced back up at his living cushion, “The image of you running. As you couldn’t have ran off with your whole stand.”

“Hey, it’s a lot bulkier than you are! Do you know how hard it would be run with a table?”

He laughed harder, a tear pricking at his good eye.

Wally’s hands extended as she mimed its size, “It was this big, Julian! I can’t throw it over my shoulder like I can you! It wasn’t as noodly, the shape it was was the shape it was going to be, no bending allowed. Now I could have maybe ran with it over my head and tried to pole vault over a wall with it. Gods, that would have been fucking hilarious. Just running from the law and all of the sudden boing! out of that bitch like those rubber balls kids chuck at walls to see how far it’ll bounce back. But I wouldn’t bounce back, I’d bounce away into the night like a fucking lemur.” A pause. “Fuck, I did it again. You’re no help at all Julian.”

“Hey now-”

“No, this one is entirely your fault and you can’t tell me otherwise. You’re the one who interrupted. And you wanted to hear this story in the first place.”

“I’m sorry.” His tone of voice said this was only half true.

“Shit, where was I? Right!” Wally’s manicured finger went in the air as she remembered. “So I booked it, right? And I finally got far enough where I felt safe and took a breather. I’m use to running through the streets and all. With what I do, especially when people realize that I’m full of shit most of the time, they tend to want their money back. Or to leave me another gift in a black eye. Either way, they keep my calves in great shape, as you can tell-” A toned leg popped out from beneath the blanket.

“I can, they’re very nice.”

“Thank you.” Wally nodded proudly. “So I’d gotten a fair distance away. But like a weed, he just popped up outta nowhere at the end of the alleyway! I didn’t even have enough time to pull out Susan!” Her arm flung out towards the small stack of cards sitting alone on the dresser. It was a deck Julian had never seen before, different than the set Asra had used to read him in their past. There were fewer in this one, only 40 cards, and the images depicted on their faces were unlike any he’d ever encountered.

In their short time together, Julian had only asked once to get a reading from Wally.

Her response?

‘Even you don’t hate yourself enough to want that.’

“He was just on me! And I tried to be like ‘oh hello, stranger, can I help you on this fine day?’ but we both knew that was bullshit. As I sat there, waiting for the retribution that the gods had promised me ever since I used Susan to change that first legal document, I felt no fear. For it was to be, a just ass whooping. And plus, you’ve seen my biceps, I’m good. They were even more impressive 2 years ago. But he didn’t want to strangle me for telling him his dog that died seven years ago was the reason he could never find the socks he was clearly wearing that day. Nah, that was when he offered to teach me proper magic. And it was fucking wild, man!”

She looked back at Julian, eyes wide, “I know I’ve said that a lot during this tale, but that doesn’t make it any less true. I was so confused by it I was tempted to flick him in the forehead to prove he was real, and was really close to doing it too! And then Faust popped out, and she reminded me of a slightly less cool Lysander, and I was gone. My contract was binding, my shit was moved in, and that was all she wrote. My tale of ‘holy shit that story is just wild enough to get me to this wild moment in my life’ is over and now you know more bullshit about me than you probably wanted.”

Julian was quiet. “I can’t believe it.”

“It’s the truth, man.” Wally shrugged, jostling the man resting on her shoulder.

“I can’t believe you almost cursed Asra.” There was a beat and Julian started laughing, the whole bed shaking with him.

“Hey, he woulda deserved it.” The smile that found its way on Wally’s face soon broke into her own giggles. She flung her head back into the pillows and wiggled down into the mattress so she and Julian were eye level.

“You’re not wrong.” The laughter didn’t leave his voice when he replied and regarded her fondly. Julian’s light eye found hers and a sigh left his lungs.

“You’ll find I rarely am.” Wally smiled before quickly stealing a kiss from his still parted lips.

Julian blinked as an impish grin spread across Wally’s face. The slight smudging of her lipstick caught his notice when she pulled back. “What was that for?”

“You’re attractive and I have no impulse control.” She said flatly before stealing another one.

This time, Julian’s arms snaked around the small magician’s back before she could pull away, his larger frame dwarfing hers as he deepened the kiss. A giggle bubbled up Wally’s throat and she reciprocated, eager to feel more of him across her skin. A lavender clad leg lazily slid up Julian’s as she slotted herself into his empty spacing, filling her senses with nothing but his touch and taste as she claimed him with her own. Nails and teeth and soft groans filled the air the further the past got from their minds. It all fell away until the only thing left was Wally’s fingers pressed into Julian’s hips and the touch of his lips against her ribs. But it still wasn’t enough.

She wouldn’t be sated until he was a mess beneath her, drunk off her touch and begging like he did best.

ao3

[lokislonelylady]

An Avenger in Asgard Frostiron Gift Exchange 2017 2/?chapters for gamesandgoldenapples

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/13105587.

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

F/M

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M/M

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Multi

Fandom:

The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types,  Marvel Cinematic Universe, Norse Religion & Lore, Iron Man (Movies),

Thor (Movies)

Relationship:  Loki/Tony Stark, Lady Loki/Tony Stark, Jotunn Loki/Tony Stark

Character:  Loki (Marvel), Lady Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Heimdall (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Jotunn Loki (Marvel) 

Additional Tags:

Sexual Slavery, Harems, Asgard (Marvel), Asgardians -Freeform ,Discrimination

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Cultural Differences

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Slave Loki (Marvel)

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Forced Prostitution

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Tony Stark Has A Heart

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Tony Being Tony

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Loss of Virginity

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Virgin Loki (Marvel)

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Non-Evil Loki (Marvel)

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Mildly Dubious Consent

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Loki is not the adopted son of Odin and Frigga

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Oral Sex

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Frostiron Secret Santa

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2017 gift exchange

Stats:Published: 2017-12-23 Chapters: 3/? Words: 11534An Avenger in Asgardby

Lokislonelylady

Summary

Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Man jumps at the opportunity to travel to another world, Thor's home planet of Asgard, land of Space Vikings as a sort of ambassador from Midgard as a step towards opening up formal relations between the Earth and the Realm Eternal. He returns home with Thor to meet Thor's parent's and court and to tour a real alien world. Aesir look down on humans and anyone who isn't a warrior and despite using advanced magic and technology they look down on men who use magic or science-both considered women's hobbies. But their attitude towards slavery is what surprises Tony the most-Slavery is legal, and the palace itself has sex slaves locked up in a harem that Thor drags Tony to and Thor is surprised at Tony's objections. Tony swears he won't touch one of the palace sex workers no matter what but then he sees Loki-a drop dead gorgeous man with pale skin, green eyes and long black hair who can change into a beautiful woman or a stunning blue alien with red eyes and strange lines across his skin and suddenly the issue seems a little murkier.

An Avenger in Asgard

Chapter 1: An Avenger in Asgard To say Tony Stark was excited was putting it mildly. He was beyond excited, he was getting to travel to an actual other actual planet. Asgard. At last. (Ass-guard he always heard whispered in his juvenile brain whenever he heard mention of or thought of Thor’s home world. Ever since he’d met joined The Avengers to fight the alien invasion led by Amora the evil enchantress exiled from Asgard and met Thor who had been sent to stop Amora and recover the Tesseract Tony had been dying of scientific curiosity about these known other inhabited realms that Thor spoke so casually about travelling around.

Every time Thor came or went in his showy rainbow circle of fiery light, Tony grinded his back teeth, wishing he could go check out Space Viking Land, a place that sounded and seemed back-asswards primitive in some ways but according to Thor’s tales, they had pollution free flying two to three-man hover-type crafts? And also, highly skilled medical diagnostic testing machines, magical apples of immortality, not to mention the whole forged a weapon from the heart of a dying star, a weapon that only responds to one worthy god and only as long as he is worthy…and the Bifrost bridge? That is some space tech that he wants to get his hands onto. Now, finally, his chance has arrived. The World Security Council has decided to establish formal diplomatic ties with Asgard at long last and with Tony working closely with the Council to develop the Accords and one of Earth’s most powerful people, whether in the arena of science, politics, or defense or just by virtue of his money and power if Stark hadn’t been suggested to be the diplomatic liaison he would have pulled strings and pushed on people until he made it happen.

Now he was packing the one suitcase he was allowed to bring with him. He was not allowed to bring the Iron Man suit with him which had been a matter of no small contention. Tony didn’t like the idea of being in the land full of people like Thor and him a small puny human without a magical sword or hammer. He had the magical armor forged in the heart of a dying…cave, or err, in a cave where he was dying, in a cave where Yin Sen died? And God(S?) the playing field be level, so he wasn’t allowed to bring it with him. More than level, when Thor first showed up during Amora’s invasion Stark had just about kicked the Asgardian’s electrified ass. The hammer’s lightening only charged Tony’s suit up with extra juice, that Tony turned against Thor. And he’d made lots of modifications to the suits he’d built since then, and included all he’d learned from fighting Amora, her pet Skurge, and the Chitauri during the invasion of New York and from sparring with Thor too- he’s got way more strength, can take way stronger hits and has way more fire power-he has tried to be sure no alien force from his nightmares will ever outgun or outmatch him. He is bringing two bracelets that can turn into repulsor gloves, so he will not be completely unarmed and weaponless. He finished packing and met Thor up on the roof and Thor yelled for Heimdall to open the Bifrost and then the laws of physics got a bit less…rigid than they had previously seemed in Tony’s life. In a whoosh of color and light and yet a complete absence of sound the tower and New York disappeared and a few seconds of lurching in his stomach and of him having to clothes his eyes against the prism of colors moving around him in a wash of bright light and then next then he knew he felt himself dropping onto a solid surface and thank goodness Thor had grabbed him around the waist like a fainting girl and was holding him in a meaty arm so that he didn’t slam into the ground in a crumpled heap but instead was lowered down onto his feet down beside Thor who made sure he opened his eyes and was able to stand up without assistance before he let go of him.

Embarrassingly, they have landed in front of a witness. They are standing on the famous rainbow bridge and a tall very dark-skinned man with creepy golden eyes is staring at them, his face impassive. He held an enormous golden sword. The man bowed rather low to Thor.

“Your Highness, Prince Thor, I am glad to see you returned. Anthony, son of Stark, welcome to Asgard.” Okay, creepy eyes knows Tony’s name.

“Man of Iron, this is Heimdall, the watcher of Asgard and guardian of the Bifrost.” Okay so this was the guy who spied on everyone, see this was one aspect of the myths that disturbed Tony quite a bit-a guy who could and did, watch everything and everyone-way creepy. Tony gave the guy a polite hello but was frankly glad to leave the guy behind and head down the bridge. He bent down to look closely at the bridge and try and figure it out, couldn’t learn a thing by looking; it just looked like it was built of layers of different colored crystal. Below it flowed a violent body of water and above a field of stars. Ahead stood a giant city of tall buildings that appeared to all be built of gold. Thor had said Asgard was not a round planet, but an engineered world built in the shape of a disc which again, defied the laws of physics as he knew them and science demanded Tony learned all he could about that bullshit while here.

But apparently first up tonight was a giant feast to welcome him to Asgard. Besides war and hunting, feasting and drinking were the other two main pastimes of space Vikings from what Tony had gathered from Thor’s tales of Asgard and the stories the two of Thor’s Asgardian warrior buddies Fandral and Lady Sif who had visited Earth once had told. Tony was curious if all the women were “shield maiden” like Sif who almost knocked Tony’s teeth out for flirting with her or scary witches like Amora, she at least wore dresses, but unwelcome flirting might get you turned into a frog. Guess he’d find out. At least Fandral had been receptive to flirting with anyone and by anyone.

Tony was accorded some respect despite being a short-lived, puny human as a warrior because of fighting in the Iron Man armor but because he was shorter in height and smaller in build and not blonde or red haired like most Aesir and because he did not engage in close quarters combat with sword, hammer or mace and shield with just parts of his body lightly armored the Asgardians seemed to consider him in a somewhat lesser, more cowardly class of fighter than themselves. Using science or magic in battle were considered beneath real warriors and somehow dishonorable. Tony thought that was the stupidest bullshit ever, that using any advantage that kept you alive was just smart and to not use any advantage whether it was magic, or science was idiotic. He had to bite his tongue to not respond to overheard remarks about himself and he kept finding himself repeatedly losing the same arguments with stubborn Aesir over their opinions about warriors, magic, and science or technology and combat methods and why that made a warrior any less “manly” or his victory any less honorable. Stupid space Vikings.

The Hall of Pleasure

Chapter Summary

Thor drags Tony to Asgard's famous harem- the Hall of Pleasure where well-trained and educated and galaxy wide famed for their beauty, skills, and talents men and women serve royalty, nobility and visiting dignitaries and honored guests of wealth and status who come to Asgard and are lucky enough to be allowed entrance into its legendary and secluded walls.

Chapter Notes

Frostiron gift exchange 2017 for games_and_goldenapples #gamesandgoldenapples@tumbler.com This story just grew-sorry! The filth sprawled beyond one chapter, the smut begins ch.3, I believe will end up being about 5 chapters long, hoping not any longer. Chapter 3 will separatedly posted here on tumblr

Chapter 2: The Hall of PleasurePosted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/13105587.Rating:ExplicitArchive Warning:Choose Not To Use Archive WarningsCategory:F/M, M/M, MultiFandom:The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Norse Religion & Lore, Iron Man (Movies), Thor (Movies)Relationship:Loki/Tony Stark, Lady Loki/Tony Stark, Jotunn Loki/Tony StarkCharacter:Loki (Marvel), Lady Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Heimdall (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Jotunn Loki (Marvel) - CharacterAdditional Tags:Sexual Slavery, Harems, Asgard (Marvel), Avengers in Asgard, Asgardians - Freeform, Discrimination, Cultural Differences, Slave Loki (Marvel), Forced Prostitution, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Being Tony, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Loki (Marvel), Non-Evil Loki (Marvel), Mildly Dubious Consent, Loki is not the adopted son of Odin and Frigga, Oral Sex, Frostiron Secret Santa, 2017 gift exchangeStats:Published: 2017-12-23 Chapters: 3/? Words: 11534

An Avenger in Asgardby Lokislonelylady

Summary:Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Man jumps at the opportunity to travel to another world, Thor's home planet of Asgard, land of Space Vikings as a sort of ambassador from Midgard as a step towards opening up formal relations between the Earth and the Realm Eternal. He returns home with Thor to meet Thor's parent's and court and to tour a real alien world. Aesir look down on humans and anyone who isn't a warrior and despite using advanced magic and technology they look down on men who use magic or science-both considered women's hobbies. But their attitude towards slavery is what surprises Tony the most-Slavery is legal, and the palace itself has sex slaves locked up in a harem that Thor drags Tony to and Thor is surprised at Tony's objections. Tony swears he won't touch one of the palace sex workers no matter what but then he sees Loki-a drop dead gorgeous man with pale skin, green eyes and long black hair who can change into a beautiful woman or a stunning blue alien with red eyes and strange lines across his skin and suddenly the issue seems a little murkier.An Avenger in AsgardChapter 1: An Avenger in Asgard

To say Tony Stark was excited was putting it mildly. He was beyond excited, he was getting to travel to an actual other actual planet. Asgard. At last. (Ass-guard he always heard whispered in his juvenile brain whenever he heard mention of or thought of Thor’s home world. Ever since he’d met joined The Avengers to fight the alien invasion led by Amora the evil enchantress exiled from Asgard and met Thor who had been sent to stop Amora and recover the Tesseract Tony had been dying of scientific curiosity about these known other inhabited realms that Thor spoke so casually about travelling around.Every time Thor came or went in his showy rainbow circle of fiery light, Tony grinded his back teeth, wishing he could go check out Space Viking Land, a place that sounded and seemed back-asswards primitive in some ways but according to Thor’s tales, they had pollution free flying two to three-man hover-type crafts? And also, highly skilled medical diagnostic testing machines, magical apples of immortality, not to mention the whole forged a weapon from the heart of a dying star, a weapon that only responds to one worthy god and only as long as he is worthy…and the Bifrost bridge? That is some space tech that he wants to get his hands onto. Now, finally, his chance has arrived. The World Security Council has decided to establish formal diplomatic ties with Asgard at long last and with Tony working closely with the Council to develop the Accords and one of Earth’s most powerful people, whether in the arena of science, politics, or defense or just by virtue of his money and power if Stark hadn’t been suggested to be the diplomatic liaison he would have pulled strings and pushed on people until he made it happen.Now he was packing the one suitcase he was allowed to bring with him. He was not allowed to bring the Iron Man suit with him which had been a matter of no small contention. Tony didn’t like the idea of being in the land full of people like Thor and him a small puny human without a magical sword or hammer. He had the magical armor forged in the heart of a dying…cave, or err, in a cave where he was dying, in a cave where Yin Sen died? And God(S?) the playing field be level, so he wasn’t allowed to bring it with him. More than level, when Thor first showed up during Amora’s invasion Stark had just about kicked the Asgardian’s electrified ass. The hammer’s lightening only charged Tony’s suit up with extra juice, that Tony turned against Thor. And he’d made lots of modifications to the suits he’d built since then, and included all he’d learned from fighting Amora, her pet Skurge, and the Chitauri during the invasion of New York and from sparring with Thor too- he’s got way more strength, can take way stronger hits and has way more fire power-he has tried to be sure no alien force from his nightmares will ever outgun or outmatch him. He is bringing two bracelets that can turn into repulsor gloves, so he will not be completely unarmed and weaponless. He finished packing and met Thor up on the roof and Thor yelled for Heimdall to open the Bifrost and then the laws of physics got a bit less…rigid than they had previously seemed in Tony’s life. In a whoosh of color and light and yet a complete absence of sound the tower and New York disappeared and a few seconds of lurching in his stomach and of him having to clothes his eyes against the prism of colors moving around him in a wash of bright light and then next then he knew he felt himself dropping onto a solid surface and thank goodness Thor had grabbed him around the waist like a fainting girl and was holding him in a meaty arm so that he didn’t slam into the ground in a crumpled heap but instead was lowered down onto his feet down beside Thor who made sure he opened his eyes and was able to stand up without assistance before he let go of him.Embarrassingly, they have landed in front of a witness. They are standing on the famous rainbow bridge and a tall very dark-skinned man with creepy golden eyes is staring at them, his face impassive. He held an enormous golden sword. The man bowed rather low to Thor.“Your Highness, Prince Thor, I am glad to see you returned. Anthony, son of Stark, welcome to Asgard.” Okay, creepy eyes knows Tony’s name.“Man of Iron, this is Heimdall, the watcher of Asgard and guardian of the Bifrost.” Okay so this was the guy who spied on everyone, see this was one aspect of the myths that disturbed Tony quite a bit-a guy who could and did, watch everything and everyone-way creepy. Tony gave the guy a polite hello but was frankly glad to leave the guy behind and head down the bridge. He bent down to look closely at the bridge and try and figure it out, couldn’t learn a thing by looking; it just looked like it was built of layers of different colored crystal. Below it flowed a violent body of water and above a field of stars. Ahead stood a giant city of tall buildings that appeared to all be built of gold. Thor had said Asgard was not a round planet, but an engineered world built in the shape of a disc which again, defied the laws of physics as he knew them and science demanded Tony learned all he could about that bullshit while here.But apparently first up tonight was a giant feast to welcome him to Asgard. Besides war and hunting, feasting and drinking were the other two main pastimes of space Vikings from what Tony had gathered from Thor’s tales of Asgard and the stories the two of Thor’s Asgardian warrior buddies Fandral and Lady Sif who had visited Earth once had told. Tony was curious if all the women were “shield maiden” like Sif who almost knocked Tony’s teeth out for flirting with her or scary witches like Amora, she at least wore dresses, but unwelcome flirting might get you turned into a frog. Guess he’d find out. At least Fandral had been receptive to flirting with anyone and by anyone.Tony was accorded some respect despite being a short-lived, puny human as a warrior because of fighting in the Iron Man armor but because he was shorter in height and smaller in build and not blonde or red haired like most Aesir and because he did not engage in close quarters combat with sword, hammer or mace and shield with just parts of his body lightly armored the Asgardians seemed to consider him in a somewhat lesser, more cowardly class of fighter than themselves. Using science or magic in battle were considered beneath real warriors and somehow dishonorable. Tony thought that was the stupidest bullshit ever, that using any advantage that kept you alive was just smart and to not use any advantage whether it was magic, or science was idiotic. He had to bite his tongue to not respond to overheard remarks about himself and he kept finding himself repeatedly losing the same arguments with stubborn Aesir over their opinions about warriors, magic, and science or technology and combat methods and why that made a warrior any less “manly” or his victory any less honorable. Stupid space Vikings

.The Hall of PleasureChapter Summary:  Thor drags Tony to Asgard's famous harem- the Hall of Pleasure where well-trained and educated and galaxy wide famed for their beauty, skills, and talents men and women serve royalty, nobility and visiting dignitaries and honored guests of wealth and status who come to Asgard and are lucky enough to be allowed entrance into its legendary and secluded walls.

Chapter NotesFrostiron gift exchange 2017 for games_and_goldenapples #gamesandgoldenapples@tumbler.com

This story just grew-sorry! The filth sprawled beyond one chapter, the smut begins ch.3, I believe will end up being about 5 chapters long, hoping not any longer. Chapter 3 will be posted separately on tumbler. 

Chapter 2: The Hall of Pleasure

For the feast Tony honest to God wore Asgardian clothing; he had been gifted with a set of leather and some silken like material outfit of many layers and lots of gold buckles and belts in red, gold, and black colors that he had to admit looked surprisingly good on him, he trimmed his goatee up perfect and made sure to gel his hair and run his fingers through it until it was mussed to look just right. He wore his dressiest black leather Ferragamo shoes, gold Rolex watch, and his MIT class ring just to try to add a touch of bling to match the gold bling that is Asgard itself.The feast is another ten-course loud, mead-filled blur. Tony tries not to smart his mouth off too much, to start any fights. Mead is strong he has discovered, and he must keep that in mind. You can’t lose track of how much of it you drink, or you will be sorry and embarrass your planet. He sits next to Thor of course and they swap increasingly loud stories of both Asgard and the Avengers and try to outdo one another in keeping those at their table entertained.

 Thor is loud and used to being the center of attention, a born prince, Tony is a born showman and used to being the center of attention. Good thing they are friends, who truly like and respect one another after several years of fighting alongside one another. Funny that the first time they met they tried to beat the shit out of one another. Tony is the guest of honor and many toast are made to his health and his heroism back on “Midgard” and after all the feasting and boasting stories have died down Thor drags Tony away from the dining hall telling him that they have arranged a special privilege for him.

“Special privilege? What are you talking about?” Tony asks nervously. There are enough customs that are different and weird amongst these people for him to worry about the possibilities here.

“Oh, this is a good thing, I promise Man of Iron! You are to be allowed access to the Hall of Pleasure, Asgard’s famous royal harem tonight and may pick any one you want from the bed slaves there to spend the night pleasuring you.”

“Slaves! Thor, that is never a good thing, ew…Slavery is outlawed on Midgard because it’s just morally wrong. People aren’t possessions. We even fought a big war two hundred years ago just to end slavery in America.” Tony struggled to explain.

“You don’t understand, these may technically be slaves but they are highly trained courtesans who are prized and live in luxury in the palace and nobles and royalty come from all the nine realms to visit them and some of these courtesan end up married to nobles and princes, these are not truly slaves in any sense- they are prized, pampered, and educated individuals…at least come and see the harem and meet some of the most beautiful creatures in all the realms-I know you are a man with a keen eye for beauty.”

And though the back of Tony’s mind thought, yeah but they still have to have sex with people against their will…he couldn’t argue with wanting to see these supposedly so reputedly beautiful women.

“Alright, Alright, Point Break, I will come and look around, see how these chicks stack up against California girls but that is all. Lead on.” Thor was already leading him through the maze like golden halls of the palace, Tony walking fast to keep up with the Prince’s longer, rapid strides. Thor finally stopped at a pair of huge double doors carved with flower motifs and flanked by a pair of einherjar, Asgard’s royal guards (whose strange horned helms always made Tony think about stag beetles), who saluted the prince by slamming their spears to the ground and bowing their heads and Tony followed Thor though the double doors into a sumptuous room that for once was not gold but rather silver and white and pink with an ornate fountain in the middle. Cushioned seats surrounded the fountain and couches were arranged around the walls at intervals with small tables here and there and glass doors faced out onto a large patio and garden area. A closed door was visible on either side of the large room.

An older woman, maybe 30’s or 40’s at her oldest but still attractive in every way and elegantly dressed and wearing a long strand of pearls and pearl earrings was sitting on one of the couches sipping tea (or coffee?) with a younger looking twenty-something or even younger maybe woman with long straight blonde hair to her waist and large blue eyes and tan skin who was wearing an almost see though white Grecian style gown with a golden chain at the waist and a golden collar at her throat and golden cuffs at each wrist. Her breasts were small but perfect just like the rest of her and she was like a Barbie doll, barely real-was this what the women here were like? She was a bit too Barbie like to be his type, honestly. The older woman stood and bowed to Thor with a smile on her face.

“Prince Thor, we are honored by your presence! And this must be the Midgardian hero we have heard so much about, Anthony Stark, the Man of Iron! We are honored to have you visit Asgard’s Hall of Pleasure.” After grasping Thor’s hand, she had bowed over Tony’s hand and grasped it in greeting and Tony had kissed her hand, playing the perfect gentleman and earning a sincere looking smile from the Madame? Of the establishment.

“Irena! Let me speak to you for a moment alone.” Thor said grabbing the woman and dragging her off a few feet away and talking as quietly as the Thunder God was able to, all Tony heard was “Slavery” then “Midgard” and something about “Drag him here” but he got the idea Thor was maybe explaining to their hostess about Tony’s views on slavery which was just as well, it saved Tony from having to do it. Irena just nodding her head as Thor was talking and spoke a few words in answer, but Tony couldn’t hear what they were. Then the two of them were back beside Tony.

“Lord Stark,” Irena began, “I am going to bring all of the courtesans here out for you to meet and so that they can meet you, you are welcome to pick any one you like to take to your chambers but of course you are not obligated to do so but any of these courtesans would be very honored to please you and making you happy would make them very happy, it is what they are trained to do it is what they take pride in doing, you will break their hearts if they think they are not good enough for you.” “I am happy to meet them, beyond that I can’t promise. Slavery is considered very wrong where I come from and I have to decide how I feel about this whole thing after I see and talk to the ladies in question.”“They’re not all ladies.” She said with a grin and turned and disappeared through one of the doors leaving Tony with his mouth hanging open a bit in surprise. “So, I’m confused, in space Viking land where fighting with a projectile weapon isn’t manly enough it’s okay to have gay sex with a male bed slave? “Tony just had turn to Thor and ask.

“Well, it’s fine to have sex with a male as long as you are the one on top doing the fucking. Being on bottom and being fucked makes you argr, though or what on earth is the equivalent of the word faggot it is a term of unmanliness and homosexual preference that is used derogatorily but there is no shame for a man to be with another man if he is the one on top doing the penetration, it is no different than if he was with a woman. There are some very attractive young men, pretty even here just for that purpose, in case one wants something different.”

“Thor that is fucked up. Gay is gay, top or bottom, you guys can lie to yourselves all you want. And it’s not as if there is no pleasure to be had in being on bottom, not if you’re doing it right. You guys have hang ups. I’m as straight as they come but I’ve dabbled, okay maybe I’ve been a little bi-curious and experimental off and on in my life, so I know a little bit about what I am talking about, top and bottom, and why the hell should the guy on bottom be ashamed and labeled and the other guy not?” Mead makes Tony’s brain to mouth filter even worse than usual but maybe he liked the way Thor’s eyes widened considerably when he talked about knowing about being a bottom, heh. Evil Tony never could resist shocking people and enjoying it. They plopped down on a couch near Asgardian Barbie or Vanir Barbie?Irena came back in the room shortly, once Tony and Thor were sipping wine from goblets Vanir Barbie had served them. Following behind Irena was a long line of courtesans, mostly women but also a few very young-looking men, hardly more than teens. The women were all different colors of skin and hair, tall and short, curvy and thin, all colors and lengths of hair, decked in jewels and fine clothing as were the boys also and all were stunningly beautiful to look at, truly not a plain one in the bunch. Some were quite scantily clad and others not, but all were gorgeously dressed, and some had on quite a lot of makeup and some none. Some sat around the fountain, some on the couches, some sat on the floor to be nearer to the visitors, some knew Thor and began to fawn over the prince while others immediately began to fawn over the visitor from earth. Some looked exotic enough that Tony realized that if he did sleep with one of these women, he could then say he’d slept with an alien, something to check off the bucket list-yes!

Across the room sitting on the fountain a pair of stunning green eyes caught his attention, a young man was sitting there, a young man as beautiful as any of the women in this place. The young man was tall and thin and pale, with long wavy black hair, his face was perfect, with high chiseled cheek bones, he had a straight, aristocratic nose, beautiful green eyes, sensual pink lips a perfect jaw and chin and a long lean neck with a prominent adam’s apple that for some reason the afore avowed straight Tony Stark wanted to put his mouth on. The boy was wearing a see through gauzy material of some sort draped over his torso and through it Tony could see his chest was lean and toned with firm muscles and pink nipples pierced by golden rings and that sight definitely sent a signal straight from his eyes to his cock that sent it twitching straight upright, filling with blood and Tony’s eyes continued their perusal down the boy’s body, Tony gulping down more wine as he noticed the dark happy trail that started at the boy’s navel and headed down to the waist band slung low on the boy’s hips where an enticing v of muscle points down to an area Stark had neglected in his sex life of late but suddenly wanted to explore…he tried to pull his eyes away and look again at some of the beautiful women in the room and surely he could find one that would pulls his eyes in in that same way but his eyes just kept going back to the gorgeous green-eyed, raven haired young man.

Irena noticed Stark kept looking again and again at the black haired pale young man sitting on the fountain and as she refilled Stark’s drink she spoke to him quietly. Stark was still glad Thor was up across the room talking with two of the beautiful women who looked almost identical and wore identical pink skimpy gowns.

“I see you looking at one of our most beautiful and unusual residents. His name is Loki, let me at least introduce you, he is from the planet Jotunheim and can change his shape and appearance, even his gender. He has just completed his education and training and is yet untouched, a virgin in either gender or sense of the word. At least come meet him and see how else he can look, mm?” Irena tempted him, leaning down and speaking softly so only he could hear. Tony swallowed hard, thinking slaves, bad, bad, bad on the one hand but virgin, shapeshifter, alien and looking across the room at those long legs and gorgeous cheekbones and though there are a lot of pretty people in this room, this man is so pretty he glows somehow and no, a man shouldn’t be “pretty” but somehow the word works for this young man and his gorgeous twinkling green eyes and his marble-like skin and his wavy ebony locks of hair that drift past his shoulders and what shows of his chest and arms through the flimsy excuse for a white see-through, open down to almost his navel shirt is lean and muscled and sculpted of marble and Tony feels pulled as if by a magnet to this body and not any other in this room and he’s not sure why. 

Yes, the guy is hot as hell and Tony has occasionally dabbled in the odd male here and there, usually a model or an actor, someone who was an extra hot specimen like this one and who had a career of their own to worry about getting ruined by press exposure and paparazzi photos of them together so Tony felt they would be as concerned with privacy and discretion as Tony himself - I had a gay one night stand with Tony Stark was a headline Pepper and the board would kill him over, and thankfully one he’d somehow managed to avoid all these years. A million scandals in the press involving him and women but scarcely a peep about him and any men ever being mentioned together in that context. He went through a truly being with almost exclusively guys in college for a while phase, mostly curiosity and even more to piss Howard off because almost nothing he did he’d realized by that age would ever make his father happy or proud and no amount of drinking or drugs seemed to disappoint or shock Howard that much but thinking his heir was gay and that the illustrious line would die off with Anthony did seem to drive him up the wall and make him cringe like nothing else, (despite or because of Howard’s suspiciously homoerotic fixation on one missing patriotic star-spangled superhero?) so Tony not only engaged in relations with as many males as possible but made sure his father kept finding evidence of the fact shoved in his face too.

Mostly he didn’t even think of himself as even bisexual because he mostly did just chase women, he wasn’t interested in most men that way but certain types of men, his type, some types he just liked that way and if he did well, he wanted them, and he never was the type to not go after what he wanted. But honestly, it had been probably two years since the last time he had a one-night stand with a man, and that was a male model he picked up at a fund-raiser and he was a tall, thin, leggy bastard with jaw length sandy hair, who was from Belgium and had an accent to die for and great cheekbones and a dimple in his chin like Kirk Douglas and eight pack abs that Tony wanted to cover with hickeys, so uh, when he thinks I’m not gay, I’m not hardly bi even why with all these beautiful women here would I pick a man (but did they really say he can turn into a woman is that seriously what Irena meant? Can’t be…) then he remembers the last time he was with a man, Mr. Belgium and oh that was a great night and Mr. Belgium was so hot that yeah, he could sign up for that again.

“Okay, I’ll meet him.” he hears himself tell Irena.

“Wonderful!” She says, actually clapping her hands together in joy, then clasping Tony’s hand as he pushes himself up to his feet and lets her lead him over to the young man she called Loki.

“Loki, this is Lord Anthony Stark, the Man of Iron from Midgard and I wanted to introduce you to him.

”Loki hastily stood up and bowed as Stark nodded back, then took his hand and shook it. Loki didn’t look too shocked at the gesture, shaking his hand in return, perhaps they are taught customs and etiquette of all the other realms?

“Pleased to meet you Loki” Stark said to him.

“And I am most honored to meet you Lord Stark.” Loki said, looking rather shy and nervous.

“Let us go into one of the small salons for a moment where we may visit, come along.” Irena said and grabbed a hand of Loki’s and Tony’s and guided them through the side door and down the hall through another side door into a small cozy little room with two small couches and a couple of tables and some tasteful artwork on the walls and she sat them both down next to each other on one of the couches while she sat on the other couch. Loki began to visibly fidget with his hands and fingers, obviously nervous now. Poor kid, talk about put on the spot. Tony also felt a bit on the spot, he’s said he wants no part of this, but he’s gotten caught openly ogling the merchandise. And then his stupid mouth agreed to meet the merchandise up close because she said it could do magical alien tricks and because- well, for science.

“Anthony Stark has said he is very against slavery and pleasure slaves, Loki, he didn’t want to come to the Hall of Pleasure, but Crown Prince Thor persuaded him to honor us with a visit to at least meet the beautiful residents of the Hall of Pleasure.” Irena said. “Loki was born on the Icy Planet of Jotunheim, a frost giant but small for a frost giant, or Jotunn as they are called and abandoned or orphaned as only a toddler and found alone and brought here by warriors of Asgard during a raiding expedition. He was raised in the Hall of Pleasure, educated and trained until he was an adult of age to serve as a skilled courtesan and using his Jotunn shape-shifting abilities he can offer something special to those he serves-this appearance you see now is an Asgardian glamor or shape he wears so he fits in with the people here in Asgard, it also makes him look like your people from Midgard, but it is not his true form. You seem to like his appearance?” Irena asked.

“Yes, he’s gorgeous.” Tony answered, looking at Loki next to him on the couch with a smirk. Loki shifted his eyes away and looked down, pink tinting his cheeks. Was he honestly blushing? A pleasure slave who blushes when you compliment them-now that was adorable.

“He can shift to be female of course if you prefer, can you show him, Loki?” Irena asked gently. At least it seemed she was the one in charge around here and it seemed she treated her employees/slaves kindly. God, if Loki has been here since he was a tot this is his mother figure as much as his Madame. Loki closed his eyes for a moment and a glow of greenish and golden light surrounded him and when the light faded Loki looked like himself, still a tall, thin, leggy, pale person with high cheekbones and black hair and green eyes but undoubtedly female not male. She had medium sized breasts completely not contained by the skimpy see-through shirt, rosy nipples pierced by the same small golden hoop earrings, a slim waist and flat stomach with curvy hips and muscular thighs and calves revealed by the tight pants clinging to her, she had the same long white neck just without the adam’s apple and her facial features were similar only softer somehow and her lips were slightly fuller maybe.

“You are so beautiful like this too.” Tony breathed at Loki leaning a little bit closer to him/her. It was killing him to look and not touch. He didn’t think he should assume that because Loki is a pleasure or bed slave that Tony can just put his hands on him/her like other people may assume they can do. This shapeshifting was one party trick Tony could get behind. Generally, he didn’t like magic. He was a man of science and magic and things that disregarded or broke the laws of physics made him nervous or flat out angry and he liked to deny their existence, but he’d seen this happen in front of his eyes. Okay, he’d seen Dr Strange and the Bifrost and lots of other things too that he was insistent were just science that wasn’t understood yet. But this beautiful as a man, beautiful as a woman, Tony could get with Loki as either one, he fully supported this sort of magic. And wanted to get it into his lab to run tests on how it worked. But maybe that was creepy to want to experiment on people you have sex with? Wait he was NOT gonna have sex with the slaves, remember?

“He can also reveal his true Jotunn form which is not giant like most frost giants because he is what they call a runt which means he is of normal Aesir height, but he has the blue skin, tribal lines, horns and a cooler body temperature than most other species. Now Loki will you show Lord Anthony your Jotunn form?” Irena then explained and asked.Loki looked down and a few minutes passed then she closed her eyes and again the green and gold glow flowed out around her body and when the glow subsided there sat a male again but one with dusky blue skin, the same dark, glossy black hair but with a small set of curled golden horns on each side of his head and shocking red eyes with dark red irises in the center and black pupils. Thin black lines looped and swirled and ran across his face and his entire body from what was visible outside the clothes anyway and Tony wondered if there were lines on the parts covered by the clothes, and on every single part…just sitting so close to Loki he could feel the cold of his body.

“I am sure you do not think this monstrous frost giant appearance is beautiful.” Loki said, his eyes not meeting Stark’s or Irena’s. Why the hell would the kid say a thing like that? Yes, this look was alien in a way the other two weren’t, but alien was a good thing in Tony’s book, a lifelong Trekkie, sci-fi nerd fan has finally gotten to see an alien who looks like an alien, it’s like Christmas morning for Tony Stark. If Tony’s gonna violate his principles and sleep with an alien sex slave they might as well look like an alien damnit. And no, blue skin isn’t the usual on earth or Asgard but it’s a beautiful blue and somehow it works with that black hair and those lines are beautiful and fascinating and Tony wants to explore them all with his hands and tongue and teeth and the red eyes, okay those might be disturbing in the middle of the night in a dark room but they are also kind of beautiful in the blue face which is still Loki’s beautifully shaped face and below it his hot muscular lean body, so, no the smurf look is just fine too.

“Monstrous my ass, Loki I don’t know what you are talking about,” and now Tony did reach out and touch Loki and wrapped his hands around Loki’s cool blue hand, “I don’t know anything about frost giants or Jotunn and I’ve never met someone who looked like this before but I think the blue skin and these lines,” and he reached up tentatively and tenderly traced his thumb and index finger across the lines that stretched across Loki’s cheek and over the bridge of his nose and over the other cheekbone, “these lines are beautiful and fascinating. I can’t believe I even like the horns, how kinky is that? But they suit you, on you they look… hot…shit, I sound like an idiot I know.” 

Tony chuckled at himself and Loki grinned at him and his smile was beautiful.Who was Tony kidding, he had to spend the night with this alien, slave or not. Look at it this way, the guy was a virgin, his first time could be some alien asshole who wouldn’t be as gentle or take as good a care of him or give a shit if the kid enjoyed it any at all, could be a bastard who’d hurt the kid his first time, better tonight be Tony Stark, better he has his virginity male and female taken by Tony Stark. Maybe he could arrange for more than one night with the kid.

“Loki, I would love it if you stayed with me tonight, but I only want you to do it if you want to, feel free to say no. Loki, would you mind staying with me tonight?” Tony asked, he was sure it wasn’t protocol, but he was going to offer Loki a choice, even if Loki most likely would feel he couldn’t say no for any reason due to his position.

“Actually, it’s custom- “Irena began to say before Loki could say anything and almost before Stark could finish asking Loki, but the man from Midgard cut her off mid- word by holding his hand up imperiously and shaking his head at her with a look that made it quite clear what he thought of some of their “customs”.

“I asked Loki what he wanted to do because I only want Loki to spend some time with me if he wishes to. So, Loki, what do you say-Want to come and spend some with me? I’d love to get to know you better, and that goes for all of you – boy, girl or blue.” Tony aimed a cheeky grin at the nervous looking young Jotun. Loki of course was just sliding his eyes past Stark’s to Irena’s as if he was trying to read her expression for guidance as to what he needed to say or do, but Irena kept her face still and continued to smile at Loki and Tony Stark impassively. Loki had been increasingly fidgeting with his fingers and slightly tapping one foot nervously up and down against the floor, now he picked up his glass and gulped down a swallow of wine before looking up to meet Tony’s warm gaze with his surreal red eyes and answering at last.

“I, uhm, wouldn’t mind spending some time with you, Lord Stark, I would be honored,” the young frost giant answered. Stark’s face broke out in a big smile at that and Irena nodded and smiled at that. Irena squeezed Loki’s hand gently.

“Let me talk to Lord Stark for a moment Loki and then you two may go.” Irena said, guiding Stark up and across the room to talk details with Tony briefly as she realized this was a custom with which he was entirely unfamiliar, and she wanted to make sure she could answer any questions he had before he left with Loki. They only spoke about ten minutes, Tony only asked two or three questions, when Tony returned to where Loki was sitting he was surprised to find him no longer frost giant blue but pale skinned and green eyed again.

“Loki-you changed back, huh? I kind of like the blue best I think, I don’t know this look is really good too, guess I’d be hard pressed to choose a favorite. Do you have a favorite look? Any reason in particular you decided to change?” As always, Tony’s mouth began firing off questions almost as fast as the wheels in his brain were spinning. Loki just smiled a little at the rapid-fire rambling of the Midgardian genius.“I think you are as clever as they say. I do have a look I prefer- this one. I was only a small child when The Allfather himself used his magic to gift me with this glamour to make me look Aesir in appearance-it made it easier on me growing up in the Hall of Pleasure. I was one of the only Jotunn in Asgard and with Jotunn being hated and feared in Asgard and the subject of a lot of false beliefs and discrimination, there were a few incidents involving the other children and older youths in the Hall of Pleasure when I was small-I think that factored into the decision to create the Aesir male glamour for me so I could appear the same as everyone else; once I was older and being taught to use my own seidr or magic and shape-shifting skills then I learned how to shift back to my own Jotunn appearance and to my female Aesir aspect. All Jotnar are male, hence why I can only be female in Aesir, dwarven, or Elven appearance. Growing up knowing I was frost giant but having this appearance, you can understand why this is the look I feel most comfortable and familiar with, it is still the face I have spent the most time wearing. For you I will wear whichever skin you prefer- they are all me, my Lord.

”Tony is thinking that no, Loki should stay however he feels comfortable for his first time of being pimped out to a stranger, let Loki control his own form since very little else is under his control right now, Tony will give him that much for science’s sake. But before he gives the guy back he really wants to get his hands on him while he’s blue, so he feels like he’s got his money’s worth on the sleeping with an alien thing. You can’t be Captain Kirk if you don’t sleep with the green alien chick. Tony pulls Loki up by the hand onto his feet.

“I think not a lot about this situation is under your control, so I think tonight you should stay in whatever skin you are most comfortable in, okay? You look equally gorgeous to me in any of them, so it makes absolutely no difference to me honestly, boy, girl, blue, or white. Actually sounds like almost nothing about your entire life has been under your control, believe it or not I understand that more than you might think-my life was like that until I was about thirty, my father and then my father’s company and his business partner and board of executives controlled me and still sometimes I have to fight against other people in my own company I own and my-well, the person I appointed to run the company for me, and the branch of the Midgard government that Iron Man and the Avengers work with, I am constantly butting heads with them and considering I provide half their funds and all their weapons and technology they should kiss my ass and get off my back! Guess, what I am trying to say is I am still answering to way too many people for who I am. Here, let’s get out of here now and go to my chambers. Irena said I can keep you for two nights. I promise I will be gentle and take good care of you.”

Then he grabs onto Loki’s hand and uses it to pull Loki up onto his feet and starts guiding the younger man across the room, stopping in front of Thor, where Stark raises his eyebrows towards his hairline and nods his head back towards the tall, thin, Calvin Klein underwear model/harem whore from another realm and hopes that Thor will understand what he’s trying to tell him. He’s known Thor long enough that he’s caught on that Thor plays stupid but is far from it. Why he plays big, dumb, ox, Tony will never understand. It’s as if he feels he must conform to some Aesir stereotype so he does. Thor looks from Tony to the young man behind him holding his hand with a puzzled look for a moment, then a giant grin as the light bulb perhaps comes on and Thor slaps Tony on the shoulder almost hard enough to knock him over and waves Tony off. Tony hurriedly pulls Loki the rest of the way across the room and to the door out which he opens for Loki, gesturing for him to go through before him. Loki looks at him confused at the strange breach in protocol. He tries to gesture for Lord Stark to go through instead, but the man stubbornly shakes his head and just puts his hand on Loki’s upper back, between his shoulder blades and pushes him out through the doorway, following then behind him.

“And it’s Tony, none of this Lord Stark or My Lord stuff, call me Tony. I am not a Lord, we don’t have those in America. If we had those I’d be it, but we don’t. So, please, just call me Tony.”

“Tony.” Loki repeats the name as they amble down the golden corridors, Tony hoping he can find the way back to his rooms without Thor or asking any servants or guards for directions after aimless wandering in circles in the labyrinthine palace corridors. He tries to pay close attention everywhere he goes now, and he likes to think that after a few days now he has a little familiarity with the layout. He’s sure he will still get lost several more times before he goes home. Luckily, his chambers are not too far from the Hall of Pleasure and he surprisingly does remember the way, or they get lucky and find them without any wrong turns or getting lost; Loki had to admit as they walked that despite living most of his life in this palace he would not be much help if they got lost as he has rarely been outside of the cloistered environment of the Hall of Pleasure and its attached and high-walled gardens. His tutors of both history, reading and writing Aesir runes, music, poetry, dance, etiquette, sexual arts and the languages of Alfheim, Jotunheim, Nidavellir, Svartalfheim, Nornheim, Vanaheim, and a few of the more prominent Midgardian languages were brought in to the Hall to teach the students there basic fluency in these languages despite them also being gifted with the All speak.