#erik selvig fanfiction

[shegeekery]

Dream Therapy (one-shot)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Loki (TV 2021) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Erik Selvig, Loki (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Dr. Erik Selvig struggles to recover from having a god in his head. A strange dream helps him see things in a new light.

“In related news, a lawsuit has been filed by New York contractors who argue that no-bid contracts are being granted to a small number of well-connected real estate developers, following the large-scale destruction of parts of Manhattan during the alien attacks two years ago.”

Dr. Erik Selvig switched off the television.

Two years. Selvig wanted nothing more than to forget the entire thing, especially his own part in it. My unwilling part in it, he reminded himself.

He’d had two years of therapy, medications, meditation, and trying to lose himself in his work. He was better than he had been when he was arrested for running around Stonehenge sans clothing. He could at least stand to wear clothing now, but he still found it difficult to focus with his trousers on. It felt too restrictive, reminding him uncomfortably of the sensation of being totally controlled.

There was no recognized diagnosis for “possession by malevolent deity”, so they were officially treating him for PTSD. Some of it helped, much of it didn’t. He felt more himself these days, but the nights were bad. In his dreams, Loki was still there. Still threatening. Still taunting him.

As a child listening to the old myths of his homeland, he’d loved the stories about Loki, the God of Mischief. He’d been tickled by the idea that there was actually a god for that. Now, just the mention of that name could bring on flashbacks to a time when he’d been utterly consumed by Loki’s blind ambition and disregard for human life, unable to think for himself and enslaved, body and mind, to Loki’s “glorious purpose”.

He sighed and turned back to his work. He’d been at the same problem for months, trying to account for discrepancies between the standard model of quantum mechanics and the observed behavior of Einstein-Rosen bridges. His friend and former student, Jane Foster, had provided some valuable insights, but he still couldn’t make all the pieces fit. 

I’m too tired for this. He shut his laptop and went through his evening routine. He took his medication, including sleeping pills, and hoped this would be one of the good nights.

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“How is your work coming along, Dr. Selvig?” Loki asked.

Selvig looked up from the graph on his computer monitor. What had he been working on, exactly? He didn’t know, but it was important. Very important.

“I…it’s…coming along,” he stammered. “Just, um, running some simulations.”

Loki glanced at the monitor. Instead of a complicated graph, it now showed a cartoon in which Garfield was taunting Odi.

“I suspect your heart isn’t in it, Doctor,” Loki replied in that quietly menacing tone he so often used. He raised his scepter. “Perhaps we need to ensure that your loyalty is still paramount?”

Selvig jerked out of the chair and backed away. “No! That’s not necessary. Really!”

Loki advanced toward him. “Oh, but I think it is.”

Selvig ran out of the room and into an endless hallway. He looked back, but Loki wasn’t there. He turned to see where he was going, and there was Loki, ahead of him, grinning maliciously. He ran the other way and back through the door, but now he was outside. It was dark, and he was in a nondescript alley. He kept running, turning a corner only to find himself at a dead end. He whirled around to find Loki advancing slowly toward him with the scepter.

“No! Please, not again!” Selvig pleaded.

Loki took another step toward him, then froze. Confused, Selvig waited for the inevitable, but Loki still didn’t move. The god was as still as a statue of himself.

“What’s happening?” Selvig asked.

“Dr. Selvig.” It was Loki’s voice, but his lips didn’t move and the voice seemed to be coming from…everywhere.

“What…what is this?”

“You’re safe, Dr. Selvig,” the voice said. It sounded surprisingly gentle. “This isn’t real. Just a dream. A nightmare.”

“Is this a trick?”

“No. Well, yes, actually. Your mind is playing tricks on you. But it’s your mind, Dr. Selvig. Nobody is controlling it now. You are free — and always will be, if I have anything to say about it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Please look at my eyes, Dr. Selvig. What do you see?”

Selvig looked at Loki. In his eyes, he saw the malevolence, anger, and fierce determination that he remembered. “I see…fury.”

“And behind that fury?”

Selvig stepped just a bit closer, staring at the still-unmoving Loki, for the first time trying to really see him.

“I see…” he stopped, afraid to give voice to what he thought he saw.

“Go ahead. It’s alright.”

“I see…fear?”

“Yes, Dr. Selvig. Fear, and self-loathing. I was terrified — and I used intimidation to hide it, trying to make everyone around me more afraid than I was. I tormented those weaker than I was, to cover my own weakness. I wanted to rule by force and by fear, because I thought I was unworthy of true respect.”

On some level, Selvig understood that he was dreaming— but for some reason that realization wasn’t causing him to wake up as it normally would. The dream still seemed real to him.

“Why are you telling me this? Or…am I telling myself this?”

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that it’s true and that you know it’s true. What I did to you was unforgivable. You’re a decent man, Dr. Selvig. None of it was your fault. Not even a god can withstand the power of the mind stone. Even so, you managed to sneak in an off-switch for the Tesseract’s force field while under my control. That’s a testament to your unusual strength of character and of mind. I underestimated you.”

“How do I make this stop, then?”

“That’s up to you, Doctor. Do whatever makes sense. If you want to hit me, hit me. Or vent your own rage in some other way. Here and now, you are the strong one.”

Selvig stood before Loki, hands balling into fists, feeling his own anger rising to replace the fear. Loki’s body remained frozen, but his eyes were now tracking Selvig’s every move. The urge to pummel him was overwhelming — but now that he’d seen the growing fear in Loki’s eyes, he couldn’t help but feel just a tiny bit sorry for him.

He took a step back. “No.”

“No?”

“I don’t need to hit you. That’s what you’d do, but it’s not me. Just…get out. Leave me alone and don’t come back.”

Loki simply faded away, leaving Selvig standing alone in the alley, which soon began to fade as well. Selvig felt himself floating, feeling more at peace with himself than he had in a long time. He was floating in a bed of seaweed — no, not seaweed; the long, thin strands that cradled him with warmth were glowing with a soft, greenish light, rocking him gently and lulling him into a more peaceful slumber.

He didn’t even startle when he heard Loki’s voice once more.

“One more thing, Dr. Selvig. In the morning, you may want to take a closer look at the rate of decay of particles entering the Einstein-Rosen bridge. I think you may find it interesting.”

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“Erik, hi! How are you doing?” Jane Foster always started their phone conversations that way these days.

“I’m doing great! Listen, I just sent you a rather long document, but the short version is…I think I’ve cracked it! I found a way to square the Einstein-Rosen bridge with the standard model!”

“Seriously? That’s huge! I’ll check it out as soon as I can! What turned it around?”

“I looked at the rate of decay of particles entering the stream.”

“Woah! I didn’t even consider that. What made you think of it?”

“Would you believe it came to me in a dream?”

[i-dont-know-how-this-site-works]

Outrageous shit that happened so far in my horrible mistranslation of the Avengers 2012 movie:

(To explain, I am a huge fan of the bootlegged, mistranslated Revenge of the Sith- Backstroke of the West (available on YT). In 2005 in China there appeared a horribly mistranslated version of the movie where no line of dialogue makes sense and it's fucking hilarious. I decided to do something similar to the Avengers movie and I am halfway through the process of mangling this film's dialogue to unfathomable levels.)

-Rocky, a multidimensional door-to-door salesman who aspires to become the chief of the tax bureau, seeks revenge on his cousin Pectoral since Pectoral's dad fucked Rocky's bio family.

-Gram Angry somehow managed to raise to the rank of a chairman without a single workplace sexual harassment lawsuit despite him telling his employees to fuck more and offering blowjobs to his contractors.

-Rash Cloth Strip has PhDs in both traffic accidents and medical sciences. He is also a fucking weirdo who likes to smell people, complains about the fact that the fragrance of his meat pies brings the whole village to his house, can smell Husband Trap panicking and informs his coworkers that Rocky apparently smells "crazy good". He also informs the audience that the last time he was in the city of Fresh York, there was an outbreak of lyme disease, however, it remains unknown whether his appearance was the cause of the outbreak, or whether it was just a spurious correlation.

-Husband Trap is a one kinky mofo. Interestingly, he only tries to fuck inanimate objects or his male coworkers and seems to be surprised at the existence of a woman. We also learn from another character that Gram Angry composed an entire list of things Husband is not allowed to fuck. He is also chronically dehydrated due to the lack of time for drinking water.

-Elegant Tower Roman Tiles, a high-ranking deputy of DONG, moonlights as a girl boss who specialises in foreign e-commerce. And her most popular product? The Spouse Strangler.

-Support Nun Slovakia, who also happens to be the president of the country of Slovakia, is a "doctor of space and hot science". He also seems to be surprised that he is the only one to have ever read the mysterious "book of fuck".

-Farmhouse Courtyard is more concerned about his physical appearance than his job, telling Gram Angry he thinks he looks good today when asked to report on his job. Later when asked if he needs anything else to complete a mission, he only asks for an eyeliner.

-One of the characters is literally named "Dirty Rick Tie Up". Despite his name, he is apparently a good man and is heartbroken over his teenage son being too rebellious to hug him.

-And the main thing that everyone is after in this movie? The Testicle.

[mcsquared789]

They were still in the desert. In an endless expanse, miles long and miles wide. 

It was a late, cloudy night. The stars, for how much Jane tried to see them, remained unseen as they were trapped underneath a vast cloud blanket of darkness. The only source of light was from the headlights of their van, the additional searchlights they had installed on top, the dim screens of their monitoring equipment… and the frost gathering on the van's windows.

Jane zipped up her coat, feeling herself become more restless. She needed to be — for one, it was fucking freezing.

For two, her forecast had predicted another atmospheric disturbance in the air tonight. She was already seeing a visual appearing on her laptop, and it was only getting stronger. More clear. Coming closer. They would only have a few minutes to capture it before it passed them.

Or maybe… she realized, her breath catching. It's already here. Was it too subtle to notice? Is the auroral above us?

We have to take precautions. She whipped her head to the window, and lowered her head down below the handle — pulling back her long hair, trying to see above as vertically as she could. She gained a peek of the featureless sky beyond their van roof. 

Nothing yet. It was still too hard to make out anything — they needed to dig deeper.

"Erik," she breathed. "Get the barometer. Darcy, turn off the headlights."

A grumble came from the front seat. But the lights switched off, and Jane quickly blinked the rest of it out of her vision. If it was dark before, it was black now.

In the seat next to her, Erik Selvig groped for the ring-shaped barometer. It took a few attempts, but he plugged it into the equipment. He glanced listlessly at Jane, the shadows outlining his weathered wrinkles. The skeptic in their midst.

"Open the sunroof," he muttered, his jaw clenching. His thick accent truly exemplified his current exasperation with her. But ignoring him, Jane pulled it open.

A faint breeze swept into the van, and Erik clenched his teeth from the cold — but he handed the barometer to her. She wriggled herself up through the sunroof, taking extra care not to hit her head. Not to let her jacket slip. She placed the meter down on the car roof, switched it on from underneath, yelped as her fingers brushed over a cold jagged piece of metal, and ducked back into the van quickly.

She stared at her laptop, watching the pressure indicator as it slowly started to rise. "Something's happening."

"Jane," Erik told her quietly. "Something has been happening for the previous several nights. The last seventeen occurrences have been predictable to the second —"

"If they were, we would have left a long time ago," Jane whispered. "But look. They're getting stronger each night. This is the most drastic it's been."

"This is the coldest it's ever been."

Jane ignored him. You can't deny this, Selvig. There's a connection between these events and the research. She found herself becoming somewhat excited. I might just be on the verge of a breakthrough here.

First, the hammer… now, this. This is just the beginning, as far as I'm concerned.

"Can I turn on the radio?"

"No," Jane snapped.

"Ugh, whatever," Darcy responded unenthusiastically from the front seat, and rolled her eyes. From where Jane could see her out the corner of her eye, she reclined in her seat with her beanie firmly pulled over her head, her medium length black hair trailing into her waistcoat. She reminded Jane of a gremlin. She shared the same attitude of one.

But Jane focused on the barometer in front of her. The pressure was building steadily.

Erik watched her, shaking his head slowly. "We can't keep doing this, Jane."

"Not right now."

"We're astrophysicists, not storm chasers. Everything we've stayed out here for, it's — it's a complete fluke. There has been very little worth picking up on a video camera."

I'm not having it, Jane thought, determined. There's something here that I need to get to the bottom of.

"How do you explain this then?!" Jane demanded, nodding at the monitor. "I wouldn't have asked you to fly us out here if I hadn't been absolutely sure. Now, look outside the window for me. The auroral should be on us at any moment."

The same pattern. A drop in temperature, an increasing pressure, a flash of green light in the same spot. The subtle signs of something slowly manifesting into existence. As if coming out from a point in space and time.

A possible wormhole?

"Oh — oh my god," Darcy blurted out from the front seat. She leaned forward. "Jane? I think I see it."

"What?!"

"Look —"

Jane leaped out of her seat, squeezing in between the monitors. She rolled herself up to Darcy, staring out through the windshield. She gaped too.

Up ahead, faint green rays of light were shimmering through the clouds. A vaguely visible area of light in the approximate shape of a circle — ones with criss crossing lines and patterns.

"That's it!" she cried. "Oh, shit —" She almost hit her head against the car mirror, but settled in the passenger seat and called back to Erik. "You see it from there?"

"Sort of? I thought you said it would be a more subtle auroral."

"Well, thank goodness it's not! Pass me the camera."

Erik reached out to her, and Jane took the old video recorder. Now long since outdated by mobile phones and newer devices… but it had something that none of them had yet. Flipping it open, she switched it on to the infrared mode and started recording, trying to keep it steady. She was able to get a good view of the lights in the sky.

"Okay, we need to get closer," she panted. "Get ready to drive."

"Um, okay…" Darcy straightened up and turned on the ignition.

The headlights turned on again. The engine rumbled underneath them loudly, causing the camera to jitter.Jane silently swore, wishing they had gotten a better van.

RUUUMBLLLE…

Thunder. Jane frowned. I didn't recall there being a storm.

Jane looked through the camera again, and balked at what she was seeing. The light in the sky was now starting to fade. That was not good.

"Damn, we're losing it," she hissed. She started rolling down the car window next to her, and looked to Darcy. "GO! NOW NOW NOW!"

SKKRT. The van lurched, traipsing over the sandy plains, past the outlines of bushes, sticks and stones, at several miles per hour. The spectacle was awaiting them on the other side.

Ignoring the cry of protest coming from the back, Jane stuck her head out the window — the wind blowing in her face, her hair flapped behind her as she aimed the camera up at the clouds, straight at the auroral. She whooped, and her voice was drowned out by the motor of the van.

She peered through her camera, as they came closer and closer. The heat signatures she was picking up were different, far more different from what she could see. Something warm — no — hotter — was rapidly descending from above. From the area in the clouds with no name, which seemed to be far colder than anything else surrounding it.

She kept an eye on it, as it formed into a comet. dropping down to the dunes. And as it made impact —

CRACK. BANG!

Jane was jolted by the sudden crack of lightning, a sudden BURST OF LIGHT and heat that had appeared in front of them. She almost lost the grip on the recorder.

An enormous cloud of dust and sand arose from the point of impact, and dissipated into the darkness just as quickly. As Jane stared at it, she felt specks of dust brush over her, vaporizing into the central atmosphere. They were racing towards a sudden sandstorm, sparking with something she couldn't make out.

Jane lowered the recorder, bewildered. What had just happened?

SKKRT. The van started to decelerate, pinning Jane against the side of the window. She cried out in pain, and retreated from the window, back into the passenger seat. She held up the recorder again at the windshield, but glanced at Darcy. "What are you doing?!"

Darcy looked absolutely terrified. "I'm not dying for six college credits!" She shouted. "I'm slowing us down!"

Jane leaned forward, watching as they skidded into the sandstorm. With her quick thinking, she remembered to roll up the window to stop the outside elements from creeping in.

SSSSHHHHH. The headlights were their only source of visibility. They were trapped in the storm, the center point of impact, racing past grain after grain of infinitesimal sand. Jane held on for dear life, seeing Darcy trying to control the stick, trying to halt them. She stared into the darkness, watching out for obstacles.

I don't understand, she thought wildly. What was that??

She looked down at the recorder… but every color signature was the same. The moment had passed. She snapped it shut.

Her eyes rose up to the windshield — and widened as they saw a silhouette.

WHAM.

The van went spinning. Darcy's hands gripped on to the wheel, stark terror plastered on her face. Jane, for a brief second, felt like she was the one who had just gotten hit.

SCRREEEECCCH. The van dwindled, slowed down as it spun and spun in circles… before finally, slowly stopping — throwing them all back in their seats.

There was an oppressive silence.

Then — Jane clapped a hand to her mouth, her brain catching up with her. "Oh, Christ."

"What? What happened?!" called Erik from the back.

"Okay, look," Darcy started shaking. "I think that was legally your fault —"

"DARCY!" Jane shrieked. "Where are the torches?"

"Here. In the glove compartment."

She grabbed two, and tossed one to Jane. Throwing caution to the wind, Jane threw open her door. "Come on!"

She was a few steps away from the van, casting light over the ground when the rolling door opened. Erik came out, stumbling, and followed her too. Darcy came around the side of the van.

"I don't understand," Erik said, groaning. "What —"

"We ran over someone," Jane hissed. "Get the first aid kit!"

"Oh… God." Erik paled. He turned back.

Do me a favor and don't be dead. Please please please.

Jane swept her torch over the land. She honed in on something that resembled flesh, not far from where they were. She raced towards it, too terrified now to even care about the creeping weather.

No no no! She thought desperately. Don't be dead.

She came to a stop, and bent down to look closer at the poor man — and she almost fell over in shock. The man was completely naked.

And as it seemed… this man was huge and muscular as well. Her torch shone over his perfectly-sculpted abs, his stretched bare shoulders, and up to his chiseled face with a trimmed beard and long, dirtied blond hair that swept down to his neck. Jane gaped at him. And as she shone the light down past her torso, she made out the subtle definitions of his thighs and calves… and beyond that, if she angled her light closer…

No, that was all Jane was willing to see. Focus. She starkly remembered, noticing the man's eyes rolled up in his head, completely vacant, that he had just been hit by a van. Already, she could see the cuts and bruises that had resulted from what had just happened to him.

She put down the torch, checking his pulse. She exhaled, seeing that he was still alive. Oh, thank God.

Someone walked up behind her. "Jane?"

"Erik! Give it to me!" She rose a hand up at him, who was staring at the body on the ground with utter confusion.

He gave the kit to Jane. She tore it open. "Okay, come on, come on."

"I don't understand," Erik said, looking around. "Wh — what was all that just now? Who is this? Where did he come from?"

Jane froze.

She stared down at the unconscious man. She found herself wondering the same thing.

"Erik. I… I don't know."

Where DID he come from?

[ao3feed-tywin]

What Makes a Hero

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by Rose_Pierce36

After the Avengers defeat alien invaders, potentially ending an intergalactic war, Ironman redirected a bomb into outer space. Upon his descent, he falls through a different portal, landing him a world he least excepted, one battling in a game for a throne. NOTE: Some of the events from GoT are out of order for story purposes

Words: 1645, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tony Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Samwell Tarly, Jeor Mormont, Edd Tollett, Pyp | Pypar (A Song of Ice and Fire), Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Brandon Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tywin Lannister, Arya Stark, Davos Seaworth, Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Alliser Thorne, Pepper Potts, Petyr Baelish, Cersei Lannister, Rickon Stark, Osha (A Song of Ice and Fire), Melisandre (A Song of Ice and Fire), Stannis Baratheon, Erik Selvig, Brienne of Tarth, Ghost | Jon Snow's Direwolf, The Others | White Walker Character(s) (A Song of Ice and Fire), Hodor (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Additional Tags: Mystery, Drama, Tragedy, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family, Fanfiction, Crossover, Winterfell (A Song of Ice and Fire), Battle of New York (Marvel), Dark Comedy, Fiction, Science Fiction

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[juliabohemian]

Shameless Self Promotion

I am getting ready to wrap up a novel length WIP that I started writing in 2017 and started posting in August of 2018. I have an entire second story plotted out that is supposed to follow this one. Which will probably be from Jane’s POV.

This is something I have poured a lot of time and effort into. But admittedly, I am not great at promoting myself. And I am terrible at explaining what the story is about. The description on AO3 doesn’t really explain much.

Instead I am going to post a very short passage from each chapter in the hope of attracting some new readers.

TITLE: In Loco Parentis TIMELINE: Post-Ragnarok. AU after that point. Some similarities to Infinity War, but with different outcomes. Loki survives instead of Thor. CHARACTERS: Loki, Erik Selvig, Steve Rogers, Jane Foster with mentions of Thor, Odin, Frigga, Heimdall, Bruce Banner/Hulk and Stephen Strange. LENGTH: Current length is 105,160 word. 24/26 chapters have been posted. GENRE: Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Intermittent humor, Lots of feels, explorations of father/son dynamic. Second person narrative; Loki’s POV. WARNING: References to violence, torture, terminal illness, and character death.

CHAPTER 1:

Earth keeps careful track of its inhabitants these days. They pay closer attention to some than others, of course. The United States government knows precisely where you are right now, or so they claim. It's distinctly possible that they even know exactly what you're doing. Not that you have anything to hide for once. But you will never get used to to the fact that very little of your life is genuinely private.

CHAPTER 2: 

It's evident that the other man is annoyed with you. His words suggest as much. Yet the remark is delivered with unusual tenderness. Unfortunately, your tolerance for pity is somewhat limited. And even if you were in pain, which you are most definitely not, it would be none of his concern.

CHAPTER 3:

You might be stranded on Earth, your home and your family gone forever. But somehow, for some reason, despite all statistical improbability, you're still alive. You're still moving, still breathing. Surely there must be a reason. Because everything has a reason.

CHAPTER 4:

You hate the fact that, for now at least, you appear to be dependent on someone else's kindness. It's not a position you're altogether comfortable with. Because kindness is a limited resource. You know it's only a matter of time before he tires of you. You don't understand why he's bothering to pretend otherwise. You don't know what motivation he could possibly have to tolerate you one second longer than necessary.

CHAPTER 5:

You were convinced that, at any minute, someone would kick down your door and carry you away in chains. Surely after being reminded of the extent of your abilities, Erik would no longer want you in his home. But when you were quiet again, all you heard was Erik knocking. You could not answer. You knew of no words that could hope to mend what you had done.

CHAPTER 6:

While your host imposed no time limit on the arrangement, you never planned to stay long. But days turned into weeks, and months became years. And you kept running out of reasons to leave. Your attempts to test Erik's resolve were so gently diffused, that you ultimately gave up trying to alienate him.

CHAPTER 7:

Your denial served no purpose. Unlike so many lies you had told during your lifetime, this one was innocuous enough. You had learned fairly quickly that there was no point in contesting Erik's delusions. You knew not his reasons. But you had accepted that some part of him needed to believe that you were his son.

CHAPTER 8:

You hate just how relieved you are to have someone to talk to, even if that person is Steve Rogers. And you hate that your instinct is to alienate him. You just can't help yourself.

CHAPTER 9:

Your stomach churns with a fierce assortment of unwelcome emotions. You cannot help wondering whether this is just some random event, or if Erik is making some sort of attempt to say goodbye.

CHAPTER 10:

You stare at the message on the screen for nearly a minute, reading the words over and over again. You try to find a way to be insulted by Steve's offer. But you cannot think of one. And yet, you are still annoyed. Because it is so like Steve to give you the benefit of the doubt by suggesting that you might have dialed in error.

CHAPTER 11:

You have never openly declared Erik to be your father before. You have only ever conceded when others have done so. Not only is it a lie, it feels like something you have no right to say.

CHAPTER 12:

You want her to leave. Yet, for some reason, she seems to believe that you genuinely require her assistance. You think perhaps you need only convince her that you are not completely helpless. And thus, her intervention is not required. Then, surely she will be on her way.

CHAPTER 13:

You frown immediately at your use of the phrase big deal, which you cannot remember ever using before now. You know not the origin of the phrase. It's something that Erik would say. In your mind, you can picture his face...that reassuring smile he would give you whenever you were convinced that you somehow managed to ruin absolutely everything, yet again. Hey...it's not a big deal. 

CHAPTER 14:

You chuckle, nervously. You are practically pinned up against the counter, now. You could effortlessly shove her to the floor and leave the room. As annoying as she is, you have no desire to do her harm. After all, it's not her fault that you're a complete lunatic.

CHAPTER 15:

Throughout your life you have been many things. But you have never been slovenly or lazy, and certainly never uncleanly. And yet, you are confident that you would have been content to starve and wallow in your own filth, had Jane not come along and intervened.

CHAPTER 16:

You know that you should probably take a few minutes to compose yourself before confronting Jane. But, naturally, you don't. As annoyed as you are, there's a small part of you that is pleased to have reason to be angry. The fury that you were longing for earlier is finally here. Now you need only embrace it and see where it takes you.

CHAPTER 17:

Deep down, you know that you don't actually want to escape. And not just because you have nowhere in particular to go. You have a life here, albeit a limited one. You have a place that you think of as home, a place that you want to return to. Perhaps not every bridge you cross needs to be left burning in your wake.

CHAPTER 18:

What Jane doesn't know is that, somewhere deep in your most private thoughts, you envisioned yourself making Erik better. You fantasized about it, even. For by healing him, you would be offering him something that might actually be worthy of praise.  

CHAPTER 19:

The conversation is becoming far more serious than you would like. You are now relieved that you are intoxicated. He appears to be seeking some sort of validation. Though you seriously doubt he wants or needs yours.

CHAPTER 20:

The irony of your situation is not lost on you. As you are currently playing nursemaid to an ailing Midgardian...a member of a species you were raised to view as grossly inferior. And you don't regret it. Not at all. But you wonder what Thor might think, if he could see you now. Whether he would this consider your actions to be admirable, or he would regard you as a fool.

CHAPTER 21:

The unmistakable hint of fear in Erik's eyes would likely go undetected by the casual observer. It is almost as though some part of him is genuinely worried about your reaction. You recall, all too clearly, that night you found him collapsed on the floor beside his bed, his tears of shame, how he couldn't even look at you. Whatever this is, however inconvenient, it is definitely outside of his control. Thus, do your best to conceal your frustration.

CHAPTER 22:

Various scenes unfold before you. Through the kitchen window, Erik watches you working in the garage. He admires your focus, your meticulous attention to detail. Erik looks in on you, after hearing you cry out in your sleep. Erik returns home, after a long day working at the university, and the two of you share a meal together. Such events would be considered, by most, entirely benign. Yet, you find it unbearable to look upon yourself this way, painful even.

CHAPTER 23:

You are exhausted and can no longer continue. The soil beneath your feet is soft and moist. When you drop to the ground, you rest on your knees and your hands end up planted deeply in the wet earth.

CHAPTER 24:

You wake periodically, throughout the day. Random people enter your room, constantly. Thankfully, they never stay for long. Whenever you open your eyes, you find yourself checking to make sure that Erik is still there. And whenever he catches you looking at him, he touches you, as if to further reassure you of his presence.

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Home Sweet Midgard by Admiral at the Bow of Nails

Disclaimer: No one owns Loki; he’s just a hot pain in my sass. No one owns Thor, though he's due to visit as I edit this (*ears perk up for Mjolnir*). I don’t own Marvel, Viacom, Darcy Lewis, Dr. Jane Foster, Dr. Erik Selvig, or Chris Hemsworth's likeness. Mythological similarities are mostly coincidental

A/N: Chapter 7 of the Duchess Series (find masterlist here)! Still looking for a beta for future chapters, so if you’re interested, hit me up

Series Warnings: Loki/fem!reader. Reader has nickname and backstory but no physical description. Language; fluff; smut: vaginal intercourse (m/f), panty theft, masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, public nudity; drinking; violence: reader injury/loss of consciousness, hospitalization, seismophobia, acrophobia; reader/OMC. Warnings will be added as the series goes on. I’m considering adding additional pairings with other characters. Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in.

Series Summary: This series begins during Thor (2011) and will generally follow along that plot. Beginning next week, the timeline will branch. The SHIELD Timeline will continue to generally follow the Sacred Timeline, while the Sigyn Timeline will veer toward more traditional mythology

Chapter Warnings: This chapter may offend some religious colonizers.

Chapter Summary: You return home to discover Darcy has been blowing up your phone

Word Count: 840

Midgard

The Bifrost leaves you on your street, breathlessly clinging to Loki for dear life as your skirts billow around you. “That was…wow.”

He chuckles, “You’ll get used to it.” You tentatively release your hold on him, looking down to find strange markings on the pavement. Your landlord isn’t going to like this.

Leading him up to your unit, you realize you don’t have your keys. You stand on your toes and search for your extra key on the molding above you, then welcome him inside.

When you turn on the light, you stumble back in shock. You’ve only been gone for a day, but most of your plants are suddenly in full bloom. Even one of the new snake plants. Do they even do that?

The only one that isn’t bursting out of its pot is Darcy’s; it looks strangely windblown somehow.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Selfish prick has nothing to do with it.”

“You sound like you know him,” you laugh.

“Oh, we’ve met,” his resentment is unmistakable. “I was about 490 or so when he decided to pop up to Scandinavia. I don’t remember much of it, having been so young at the time, but he shows up, then he and his high priest…what did he call him again? Right, ‘Pope.’ He and his Pope demand that all the mortals only worship him. Who even does that?”

“I hadn’t…considered it from that perspective.”

He blushes, seeing your surprise at his outburst. He’s rather cute when he’s embarrassed. You stand on our toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Would you like some tea?”

“That would be lovely, pet.”

He sits on the couch while you make tea and rummage through the cupboards to find a bag of ginger snaps. “How long will you be staying?” you ask, taking a seat across from him.

“Not long, unfortunately. I need to find my brother.

“You wouldn’t be able to point me in the direction of New Mexico, would you? Or somewhere I might obtain a horse?”

You attempt to stifle your amusement. “I know where New Mexico is; I have a friend there as a matter of fact. It might take a while to get there on horseback though. You’re better off flying.”

He gives you a quizzical look, “Mortals can fly now?” He sounds as though he expects you to spread your arms and take off through the window.

“Well, yes, on planes,” you remind yourself he hasn’t been to Earth in a while. “They’re like…ships. Metal ships that fly.”

“Where do I get one?”

You can't hold back your giggles anymore. “No one’s going to give you one without a pilot’s license. You’ll need a ticket,” you explain, reaching for your laptop. “And some sort of identification. Security’s pretty tight since 9-11. Wouldn’t hurt to change into something less conspicuous either. I’ll look up flights out of DCA.”

After a Google image search for men’s fashion, and a couple tries at creating a driver’s license (the TSA would definitely have noticed the first attempt had the birthdate 4.1.518) you're able to get him on a redeye to SAF, explaining how to hail a cab and suggesting he stop by Isabela’s Diner if he goes through Puente Antiguo.

You look at your phone when you get home to find a million texts from Darcy since you’d left.

Darc’

Darc’ 6:04 AM: Shitshitshit! Jane made me hit some guy with her truck

Darc’ 6:06 AM: He’s alive

Jane’s liable, right?

I can’t afford a lawyer

I’m not even getting paid

Darc’ 6:07 AM: Oh he’s waaaaaasted af

Crazy homeless guy

Crazy fine homeless guy. Holy shit he’s hot. That CPR class might just pay off

Darc’ 6:16 AM: I tased the fuck out of him

He must weigh a ton. Selvig (Jane’s Dad’s friend) said to only tase people who are already in the car 😂

Darc’ 7:06 AM: Got him to the hospital. Heading back to the lab

Darc’ 9:20 AM: You ok? You’re usually up by now

Darc’ 9:29 AM: Dude! This guy was in the fucking storm! We’re going back to the hospital

Darc’ 9:51 AM: He broke out of the hospital

Darc' 9:57 AM: Jane’s determined to find him. Gonna fire up my taser

Darc’ 9:58 AM: Jane hit him with the truck

Again

Darc’ 10:39 AM: He is pretty cut for a homeless guy. Damn

Darc’ 11:02 AM: Earth to Duchess! Did you drop your phone in the tub again?

I told you not to bring it into the bath with you

A Ziplock bag is only going to do so much to protect it

Darc’ 11:06 AM: Dude, this guy just ate a whole box of Pop-tarts and now he’s inhaling Izzy’s pancakes like he hasn’t eaten in weeks

Darc’ 11:12 AM: He just smashed a coffee cup out of nowhere. What the fuck?! Izzy’s not going to forgive that anytime soon

Darc’ 11:16 AM: Seriously though, check him out

“Oh shit,” you leave the rest of the messages unread and start packing a bag.

A/N: Beginning next week, I'll be splitting the story into two timelines.

In the SHIELD Timeline, you will remain on Midgard, training as a SHIELD agent under Maria Hill and Natalia Romanoff. You will flirt/date on and off, never finding anything too serious/long term. Loki, meanwhile, will get better at controlling your teleportation as he spirals into the madness that leads to the attack on New York.

You will then be directly involved in many of the events in Avengers.

In the Sigyn Timeline, you will end up back on Asgard, unable to leave once the Bifrost has been destroyed. You will integrate into the culture, remaining at the palace, and studying magic under Frigg, eventually learning to control your teleportation. Meanwhile you'll discover Loki's journals, revealing his involvement in many Norse myths.

At the end of Avengers/beginning of Dark World, things will take a violent turn towards Eddur canon.

Next Chapters:

SHIELD Timeline: The Bilge Snipe Brothers

Sigyn Timeline: Earth to Duchess

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Fleeting Worlds - It Only Took 10 Minutes

A/N: Not even 8am in the morning, and I'm back at my old habit of posting fanfiction sneakily while at work (its actually a lot harder this time around, as I have someone sitting to my immediate right.)

I'm on a serious tasertricks kick right now, so you may see a lot of DarcyxLoki content from me ah ha.

This is my take on "What if Darcy had been there when Loki came through the portal?"

All my love to @hijackedreese for dealing with my continuous babble about these two, and for giving this a quick read through to fix the mess that auto-correct was forcing upon me.

Darcy didn’t know why, and didn’t ask why, but she was more or less grateful that Erik wanted her to join him on his super secret SHIELD project.

Director Fury had not been too pleased about her tagging along…right away. It took a couple weeks of cajoling, ignored friendly chattering, and a guessing game of how he took his coffee, but now he’d come around. It also really helped that he loved Nana’s snickerdoodle cookies. (Darcy was 100% convinced he’d sent an agent out to try and recover the recipe.)

Each time Director Fury came to check on their study of the tesseract, Darcy would welcome him with, “Hey Director, how’s the matrix holding up?”

And his response would give her an idea of where his mood was.

This morning he replied, “Stable today Ms. Lewis. How are my researchers holding up?”

At some point in her trying to warm Fury over, he’d decided her official job was “Scientist Wrangler.” Seeing as she was the only one forcing all the egg heads out the door at a reasonable hour every day. She made sure everyone had warm drinks or water at hand at all times, and even left them small snacks within easy reach. If one of them ever seemed to be struggling, she’d wheel them out the door and make them take a walk for some sunshine and fresh air.

Apparently Clint, aka Hawkeye, had reported to Fury that he’d never seen happier, more efficient nerds. The results that Fury was seeing confirmed this, and hearing it from one of his best gave it some gravity.

Along with her fun job title, they’d given her a slight pay raise. So she’d printed out a sign for her work station that read “Darcy Lewis, Scientist Wrangler.” Agent Maria Hill found this infinitely charming.

Darcy pointed to Erik, “He’s concerned, which is why you’re here. He can tell you all the babble. I’m going to the bathroom.”

Fury rolled his eyes, and moved along to speak with Erik. Darcy gave Hawkeye a little wave and called out, “You want more snacks for your perch?”

Clint gave her a thumbs up to acknowledge and answer the question. Darcy knew he’d been on edge since things had gotten a bit weird with their machine lately. Something about doors, and powering itself.

Clint was great. When he was relieved from his post, he’d hang out with Darcy and shoot the shit. Darcy unabashedly praised his arms, and he complimented her on worming her way into Fury’s good graces. They’d swapped perspective stories back from when Thor had crash landed in New Mexico, and bonded over how crazy their lives were these days. Sure he was a super spy, but, Norse Gods/aliens? That sure trumped a lot in the way of weird.

Darcy made a note to grab him more snacks, and hurried on her way to do her business.

She’d been gone for a whole 10, 15 minutes tops. During which time she’d felt the base tremble, causing dust to sprinkle down from the ceiling. And somehow, everything went into crazy bananas land in that short span of time.

As she’d been coming up on the doorway to the lab, she heard gunshots, yelling, and an eerie blue light was glowing from the other side.

Putting down her armful of chips and granola bars, Darcy stuck to the wall and inched her face around the door frame to peek inside the cavern.

The first thing she noticed were the bodies on the floor, some which were pooling blood, and clearly not breathing. Parts of the lab were on fire and sparking dangerously.

This was followed by the sight of Clint standing at ease, and rather close to the source of the violence.

She latched onto his getup of green and black leather. Recognizing the fashion for Asgardian, Darcy immediately dug through her recently built memory of Norse mythology. Which God had come calling with brutality?

“I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”

Nice of him to answer her question without her having to ask.

Erik was crouched next to one of the scientists that weren’t moving. She waved a little, and managed to get his attention. He moved his head the slightest bit, indicating she needed to leave.

She shook her head, and motioned for him to come to her. She wasn’t just going to go running without him, Jane would never forgive her.

As Loki began to turn in their direction, Darcy ducked back out of sight.

“We have no quarrel with your people.” Fury’s voice rang out, and Darcy could kiss the man.

He’d been standing towards the machine, which was away from her. She leaned forward and watched Loki turn to face Nick fully. Taking the chance, she pointed at Erik and angrily pointed to the spot next to her.

Erik stood slowly, and much to her frustration shook his head, and motioned for her to get going.

“An ant has no quarrel with a boot.” Loki’s voice was far too calm as he said this. It made her skin crawl.

“Are you planning to step on us?” Director Fury countered back, sounding non-too amused.

Movement from the corner of her drew her attention to Clint. He was looking directly at her, with eyes glazed over with a burning blue edge. Something had been done to him, and as much as she’d love to help him, she didn’t think she could.

“Loki? Brother of Thor?” Erik’s question made Loki stiffen, and turn a hard stare in Erik’s direction.

There was no helping Erik now. But maybe she could get help? Maria had to be around somewhere, she always travelled with Director Fury.

Slowly she inched back out of Clint’s immediate sight. He must have gauged her not to be a threat, that, or whatever had possessed him was making him stick close to Loki.

She took off at a run, needing to find the first person with a comm piece. Or some kind of alarm.

No one knew there was danger in the form of a psychopathic Asgardian.

A spot of red in the middle of a wall caught her eye. A fire alarm! With this being a SHIELD base, she’d bet all her sweaters on this being the noisiest damn alarm ever built.

She just hoped Erik and Director Fury could keep their crazy guest distracted long enough for her to -

“Hello Little Mouse.”

Something with a sharp edge whizzed by her ear, leaving a shallow slice in its wake as it embedded itself just above the alarm. As it settled she saw it had been a dagger. A very lethal looking dagger.

She heard four sets of feet approach her at a quick clip, three of them continued on. Knowing who the remaining set belonged to, she forced herself to take a deep breath and slowly turn around.

He practically loomed over her with his ridiculous height. Roughly around the same stature as Thor, except he was all lean and coiled. Manic amusement bore into her through those green eyes.

Fear took the steering wheel in her head and honked the horn, making her say weakly, “Welcome to Earth…er…Midgard?”

Yea she was totally going to get stabbed to death.

“You don’t appear to be an academic, nor a warrior.” He scanned her up and down, taking in her baggy cardigan, Taco Tuesday shirt, jeans, and knit hat. Smug condescension edged into his eyes and smile.

If it had been anyone else, she’d give them an earful and maybe a taser prong to the nuts. But this was Loki, a sociopath that had managed to brain wipe Hawkeye and make him their best friend.

Thinking fast and kicking down her pride, she dropped onto one knee and kept her head bent down in a bow, “You’re correct. I’m nobody, just a coffee fetcher.”

From Loki’s feet, she could see him lean back, relaxing just a touch. “A mortal with some proper sense at last.”

She hadn’t gotten a good look at it when she’d been watching the show down earlier, but now the tip of his weapon moved beneath her chin.

Loki used the slightest bit of pressure to make her tip her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze, “Tell me Coffee Fetcher, would you like to keep your life?”

She swallowed hard, “If you saw fit to grant such a mercy, I would be eternally grateful.” It was amazing how eloquently someone could speak when their life was hanging a thin thread.

His smile radiated with his pleasure at being acknowledged for who he thought he was. ‘That’s right Crazy Alien, feed that raging ego and get on with your day.’

Of course, this would be the point when Erik came into view. He had apparently been one of the other three that had been travelling with Loki. Like Clint, his eyes had become glazed over with blue fire.

Seeing what was holding up Loki, Erik smiled fondly (eerily) at Darcy, “That’s Darcy. She’s my friend, she’s Jane and Thor’s friend too. She’s no trouble to us.”

Darcy would have slapped a hand to her face if not for the very pointy spear tip under her chin. Said spear had more pressure applied, forcing her to stand if she didn’t want it piercing into the underside of her jaw.

“Well well miss Coffee Fetcher. It seems you’ll be of use to me.” Before she could even think to move, the spear was spun in his hand and pressed against her chest.

Blue light spread across her vision, wiping away all her fear and panic. Loki wasn’t some psychopath, he was her friend.

He placed his arm around her shoulders and led along behind Erik, “Let’s get to work shall we?”

“Just let me know how I can help.” Darcy chirped back, thrilled and eager to help Loki.

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Shed My Skin: The Story of Polaris

A Magnetic Saga Story

Chapter 6

Author's Note

Warning: Time Jump ahead - Leia

May 2011

Lorna thought LA was hot. New Mexico officially was hell without its supposed humidity. This place was hotter than LA, where Coulson was currently stuck babysitting Tony. Fury had sent her and Clint ahead with a small team due to strange activity they were seeing, the kind she was familiar with. They had signs of Einstein-Rosen Bridge activity, and while this wasn't her area of Physics, she and her mother had seen it before. Then there were the accounts of the mysterious object falling to the planet and the crater, which finding had become top priority. They had received a call about a location and were now on the way to it so they could investigate it.

"Any idea what we're going to find?" Clint asked as he drove them on the desert highway.

"I'm not going to try to guess, Clint," Lorna answered as she looked around her and sighed, barren desert was all she could see.

"At least I made sure no one rode with us."

"I do appreciate that."

"Are you upset you were told to distance yourself from Tony recently?"

"A little if I'm being honest."

"You know Fury may have, also, done it for your personal benefit too. You've been through enough you know and babysitting your brother like this may have been the worst thing for you."

"How do you always know me so well?"

"Because I'm the only person besides Nat that knows just how dark your mind can go."

"And she knows way more than you, Clint."

"There's some things she gets there I don't so I understand that."

Lorna unlatched her seatbelt as the car name to a halt and Clint shut off the ignition. They both got out of the car and walked towards the edge of the crater. There were people everywhere trying to lift the object from where it landed like a modern day Arthurian Legend.

"Clearly these people need King Arthur Legends for Dummies," Lorna quipped, causing Clint to laugh.

"Yes because this is some strange new version of the Sword in the Stone," he responded sarcastically. "Is the Lady of the Lake on vacation or something?"

"My Uncle Charles would appreciate your knowledge of these stories."

"I understand your family literally came to this country direct from England and you're like the first one born here, but I do know things."

"I'm only half British, but King Arthur is still very important to my heritage. Considering we're in a desert I'm going with there is not lady of the lake because it dried up."

"And what role did you always play when being told these stories?"

"Morgana Le Fey, the witch and elder half-sister of Arthur who, also, trained in the old ways at Avalon."

"You say it that way and you make Tony sound a lot like King Arthur."

Lorna laughed, "If you ever say that where he can hear it, Barton, I'll murder you in your sleep. His ego is big enough."

"I swear on Laura and the kids that I won't."

"Thanks, Clint. I'm going down there to get a closer look and check things out from that view."

"I got your six."

Lorna used her powers to fly down to the bottom of the crater and landed next to the object. The crowd distanced themselves from the mutant woman, but then again, the sight of the green field of energy that surrounded her when she flew did tend to freak out most normal humans, especially those not used to mutants.

"Nothing to freak out over," she stated aloud. "I work for SHIELD and mean no harm to anyone. I'm just here to see this."

"Are you some kind of alien or something?" She heard a man ask.

"No, I'm not," she answered. "I'm a mutant."

"Like that Magneto guy?" an elderly man questioned.

"Yes, like him, sir, but I don't ever use my powers to harm others. I use them to help people."

She stepped closer and saw it was a hammer. Then realization dawned on her about exactly what this was. This wasn't just any hammer if it fell to Earth through an Einstein-Rosen Bridge. This was Mjolnir, and it came from Asgard. This meant that there were likely, also, Asgardians present on Earth and in the area. Lorna was going to have no choice but to get her mother involved. This could possibly dig up so much from the past that they wanted to keep buried. This was not good at all. She pulled her cellphone from her pocket and called Clint, now knowing just how dire this situation was.

"What do we have down there, Lor?" He asked, answering the phone by the second ring.

"We need Coulson and the rest of the team here ASAP," she quickly responded. "This is Asgardian."

"I don't know what that means, but are you having to call Fury?"

"And my mother though Nick may try to stop me."

"What should we do until we have the team here?"

"I just need you to observe this, Clint. I need to go and find those scientists that were tracking the Einstein-Rosen Bridge activity."

"And leave me here?"

"You're babysitting a hammer and a bunch of people staring at it or trying to unsuccessfully move it. Yes, I'm leaving you here."

"Who put you in charge?"

"Fury and the reasons are currently classified."

"Dammit. I hate that word."

"Better idea so I can get to the scientists faster. You call Fury and tell him I said we have an Asgardian artifact here. Also, tell him I said we need my mom ASAP."

"Ok I'll do that but no guarantees he'll listen. Are you taking my ride?"

"Nope. I'm going to grab my pack and fly in. I can't leave you stranded, Hawkeye."

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Lorna?"

"Whether it is or isn't doesn't matter right now."

"Why do I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me?"

"Because there kind of is. Please get my backpack ready, Clint. I'll be up there to get it in a couple of minutes."

"I really hope you know what you're doing, Lorna."

She didn't say another word. She just ended the call and slid her phone back into her pocket. She could feel the metal in Mjolnir. Her senses were going crazy. She tried to move it with her powers and it wouldn't budge, proving she was right about what this was. No metal could be denied by her power unless it played by different rules altogether. The hammer that was the weapon or the mighty God of Thunder hailing from Asgard would be something metallic that would not play by normal rules, therefore be completely immune to her power. She had to seek out the scientists tracking the activity of Einstein-Rosen Bridges to find out if anything else fell through one to Earth recently because something told her that Mjolnir didn't come alone.

She flew herself out of the crater and landed in front of Clint, who was leaning against the driver's side door of the car holding her backpack. She walked over to him and took the pack from his hands and slipped it over each shoulder.

"You sure are watching my back," she remarked.

"Come on. You flew down there using your powers! They're all too afraid to bother you," he retorted.

"You'd never respond with an attitude like that, Barton, if you'd lived with people's staring, name calling, and mistreatment the way me and other mutants do."

"Lorna, I...I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"No one ever is."

"I am sorry, Lorna. You know that and my kids are being raised a lot differently. That there should tell you how I truly mean it."

"Clint, I'm sorry too. I'm not as forgiving as I should be when I experience moments like that. I got asked if I was like the Magneto guy."

"Oh, Lorna. I'm so sorry, and it's ok. I know they can't be easy."

"Thank you. I appreciate that and your apology."

"We're friends. I don't want you to ever believe I'd be that out of line on purpose."

"I know you better."

"Good now don't you have some scientists to find?"

"I do. Now you can call Fury and fill him in."

"I got this. You just do what you feel you need to do and I'll have your back no matter what."

Lorna embraced her friend quickly and flashed him a smile before lifting herself into the air to fly away. She had to go about fifty miles East to a town where she would find scientists Dr. Erik Selvig and Jane Foster. She didn't fly like this often. It was a different kind of feeling and freedom honestly. She felt like none of her problems could touch her cage her up in the clouds. When she reached the outskirts of the town, she brought herself to the ground at a steady pace, the green-colored orb of her shield disappearing as she landed. She walked quietly down the street, hoping her outfit of black jeans with a simple black t-shirt, leather jacket, and combat boots would help her blend in as she held onto her backpack. She saw a small group of people outside of a diner and walked towards them.

"All the answers you seek will be yours once I reclaim Mjolnir," she heard the tall, blonde man that she could only describe as an Adonis say and walked towards him.

"It won't be as easy as you think, Odinson," Lorna said to him.

"A friend!" He exclaimed as he picked her up into his arms and hugged her tightly before putting her back down on the ground. "You speak as if you know my home!"

"I've met a few Asgardians but never had the pleasure of a visit. You must be Thor. My name is Lorna Xavier-Stark, and I'm here to help you as a friend."

"Stark as in Tony Stark?" asked the young woman wearing glasses.

"The day my brother's name doesn't come up in these conversations will be my happiest day alive. And, your name would be?"

"Just call me Darcy."

"Nice to meet you then, Darcy. I already know who you are, Dr. Selvig. I grew up with Dr. Hank McCoy for a science teacher."

"You also mentioned Xavier in your name. Are you of any relation to Charles Xavier?" Selvig inquired.

"Charles is my uncle. I'm a mutant, too, before you ask, just not a telepath like him. My powers are much different."

"What can you do?" asked Darcy curiously.

"Darcy!" Jane chastised.

"It's ok, really," Lorna replied with a slight laugh. "That makes you Jane Foster."

"Guilty as charged. You mean that didn't bother you?"

"She's not judging me for being what I am, so no it didn't bother me at all. I can control and manipulate all things metal down to the molecular level, all things except Mjolnir apparently."

"You believe him?" Selvig questions.

"He's not the first Asgardian I've encountered, Dr. Selvig, and I'm a mutant. There's little that truly surprises me."

"Who did you meet?" queried Thor.

"Not my story to tell."

"You said you control metal. Are you related to him, to Magneto?" asked Selvig, causing Lorna to freeze.

"Would it bother you if I was?"

"I'm not really sure."

Lorna examined their faces quietly, able to tell that they were unsure what to think as Thor had definitely thrown some confusion into their lives.

"Erik Lehnsherr is his real name and he is my biological father," Lorna stated. "Howard Stark adopted me when I was two and raised me. He's who I consider my father."

"You're quite honest," Selvig replied.

"To a fault. I'm, also, a Physicist, but my area is Geo- Physics. My son, Jamie, however has dabbled in Astro-Physics."

"You have a son? No way!" came a half shout from Darcy who was shocked and in complete disbelief. "How old is he? Less than ten?"

"Around your age."

"Shut up!"

Lorna burst into laughter as Darcy, Jane, and Dr. Selvig all looked at her as if she were as alien as Thor.

"Exactly how old are you, if I may ask?" inquired Selvig. "Please don't find it rude."

Lorna chuckled, "I don't, Dr. Selvig. I know you're confused. You'd be even more so by my mother. I was born on June 9, 1963. My lack of aging is due to a healing factor in my mutation and the side effects of a serum made from the DNA of a mutant with slowed aging that I allowed Hank to test on me. Hank, also, believes that my DNA has been affected by a healing serum that he created from the DNA of a different mutant who virtually doesn't age at all, yet heals any wound, when it was administered to me during the birth of my son to save me from death due to a dangerous complication I suffered."

"And because of all this you've stopped aging?"

"Almost completely. My mother is in a similar situation. My younger sister Edie's aging is, also, progressing much slower than normal due to the first serum."

"There are people that would kill for this ability and/or serum."

"It's a gift and a curse, Dr. Selvig, that I can assure you."

"I still need to go fifty miles west of here to retrieve Mjolnir," Thor interjected.

"I'm sorry but I can't take you," Jane respond to him.

"Then this is where we say goodbye."

Lorna walked away as Thor began to give his farewells to the group. This New Mexico town was small so it made her wonder what else was in store for it with the arrival of the Asgardian Prince.

"Lady Lorna!" She heard Thor shout from behind her, causing her to turn around.

"Just Lorna is fine, Big guy," She smiled as he approached her.

"Do you have transport?"

"Unfortunately, I don't."

"Then how did you come to arrive here?"

"I can fly."

He raised an eyebrow at her, and Lorna let out a slight laugh. She concentrated on her power, allowing herself to be surrounded by her protective green orb of energy then lifted herself from the ground. He watched her in complete awe of what he was seeing as she hovered a moment before bringing herself back to the ground and the shield surrounding her disappeared.

"You are like a goddess," He spoke in utter shock.

"I an only a woman," She responded with a slight chuckle.

The sound of a horn honking caught their attention, causing them both to turn to find Jane there in her RV.

"Hey, you still need a lift?" She asked.

"Does that also include me?" Lorna inquired as Thor walked around and got in the passenger seat.

"Of course! Get in!"

"Thanks!"

Lorna opened the door to the back and climbed in. She took off her backpack and sat it down next to the seat as she sat down and strapped in.

"I've never done anything like this before," says Jane. "Have either of you done anything like this before?"

"Many times," answered Thor, causing Lorna to giggle. "But, you are brave to do it."

"I've done it, too," added Lorna.

"Well, SHIELD just stole my entire life's work. I don't really have much left to lose," Jane informed them.

"SHIELD did what?" Lorna questioned, starting to slightly shake her head and trying not to get visibly angry.

"This Agent Coulson guy and his people took everything."

"Oh I am very familiar with Agent Coulson. We go way back."

"Who did you say you work for?"

"I didn't. I just said I'm here to help, which is exactly what I plan on doing. I have the ability to do just that."

"Who do you work for?"

"Not relevant, Jane. What matters is that I have the means and ability to help you without breaking the law or landing anyone in prison."

"You sound like the CIA or something."

"Definitely not CIA. The Director hates me."

"Oh my god! You work for SHIELD!"

"I'm technically not here. I do outrank Phil Coulson though. I'll handle it, Jane, just not sure how quickly I can because I'm going to have to call the boss."

"Ha, only a spy talks the way you do. I just appreciate the help."

"You're clever, Jane," Thor observed. "Far more clever than most anyone else in this realm."

Lorna rolled her eyes as she watched a tinge of pink color Jane's cheeks.

"Realm? Realm?" Jane questioned. "Is he serious? And are you some kind of spy or something?"

"You think me strange," Thor perceived as Lorna let out a laugh.

"Yeah. I do."

"Good or bad strange?"

"I'm not quite sure yet."

"You seem pretty harmless to me, Big Guy," Lorna remarked, causing Jane to giggle slightly. "Take it from the mutant, who is also a bit of a spy, that you can't be any more strange than I am."

"Erik raves about this Dr. McCoy and Professor Xavier in the scientific world."

"They're both experts in their field, and two of my younger sisters have gone into science as well. Edie and Freyja have at least chosen science over other fields of study."

"You have sisters? How lovely! I would love to have sisters!" exclaimed Thor before his tone again went glum. "I only have a mischievous brother."

"Oh I have brothers, too, Thor. Tony's already been brought up and Freyja has a twin brother, Fenris. I, also, have another sister named Maria who is a young teenager."

"Ok, you have a big family," Jane commented. "It's just you and Tony on the Stark side, right?"

"Yeah. The others are my mom's but they all have a relationship with Tony because mom is his godmother."

"A sister would have been nice to have," says Thor. "Loki can be nothing but trouble and I still love him dearly anyway."

"That's all siblings. Trust me, Big guy, I'm always threatening to kill Edie or Tony for something because they drive me crazy, not so much with Maria and the twins. I think that's either the age difference or the patience motherhood gave me talking. Yet, I still don't have much of it with Tony or Edie, but they were making me deal with their crap long before I had my son."

"My mother has always said that becoming a mother changes a woman in many ways."

"She's not wrong. It just didn't make Tony or Edie less prone to making me want to beat their skulls in sometimes. Tony doesn't want to grow up, and Edie just enjoys pushing certain buttons of mine."

Jane laughed at the two of them going on about getting annoyed with their siblings.

"What's Tony like?" Jane wondered.

"Oh he's a total pain in the ass," Lorna quipped with a slight laugh. "By the time my son could understand the concept of flirting, I was terrified to leave him alone with Tony."

"Oh my! I can imagine he had you pretty scared of what he might teach him."

"He did but Jamie turned out great."

"That's good. Did Tony help you out with anything besides that kind of stuff?"

"Oh yeah but he enjoyed giving me high blood pressure. Tony is a lot like you see him. He's kind hearted but very stubborn. He truly is a genius though there's times he will make you question that. He does a lot with good intentions and can be shit at thinking things through. He can be the worst at act first, think later. He's also a giant man child. At the same time, that pain in the ass is my brother, and even on his worst days when I want to punch his head through a wall, I love him."

"Wow. That's not the description I ever imagined to get of him."

"That's him in a nutshell."

"And this is your brother?" asked Thor.

"One of my two brothers. He's famous here."

"What for?"

"Developing a lot of things like weapons, technology, and energy product sources for the world," Jane answered before Lorna could even speak. "He was a prodigy."

"What's that."

"Child genius."

"He has a problem with arrogance and his ego, trust me," Lorna stated as she rolled her eyes. "He can be insufferable. "What kind of strange do you think Thor is, Jane?"

"I'm not sure yet. I mean he's promised me answers."

"What kind of answers?"

"Who he is and about my work."

"I told her who I am," Thor responded. "Jane, what you seek, it's a bridge."

"Like an Einstein-Rosen Bridge?"

"More like a Rainbow Bridge."

"God, I hope you're not crazy."

"He isn't," Lorna chimed in. "That's called the Bifrost and Heimdahl watches there as it's guard. He sees all."

"Are you certain you've never been to Asgard?" Thor questioned.

"I am quite certain but the Allfather is not the most pleasant man. Your mother is lovely though."

"You met my parents? Why?"

"Again, Big guy, not my story to tell."

"Ok I hope you're both not crazy now!" Jane exclaimed loudly as they all went silent.

Lorna could hear the anxiety and fear in Jane's voice. Jane was a scientist, which could make believing in things like this more difficult. This could be scary to her. She'd also had her hard work taken away from her by a mysterious government agency. Lorna knew well the woman had a right to be lost and confused because her world was sort of being turned upside down.

The sun had gone down before they reached the crater. SHIELD had put up a perimeter and makeshift base quickly. Thunder was starting to rumble in the night sky, indicative of a storm to come. They all got out of Jane's RV and made their way to the fence line. Lorna observed their curiosity and smiled because sometimes she'd truly forgotten what it was like to be like them and not know things.

"That's no satellite crash!" Jane exclaimed. "They would have hauled the wreckage away. They wouldn't have built a city around it."

"You're exactly right," Lorna remarked with her arms folded across her chest as she approached them.

"Something tells me that you know more than you let on, especially now that I know who you work for."

"I'm sure Lady Lorna wouldn't have don't what this other did to your things. I believe she is on your side," Thor said, trying to reassure Jane.

Lorna grinned, "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Thor. And, Jane, even if I do know more than I let on, you know I can't tell you."

"Jane, state here. Once I have Mjolnir, I will return the items they've stolen from you. Deal?"

"No. Look what's down there," Jane responded. "You think you're just going to walk in, grab our stuff and walk out?"

"No, I'm going to fly out."

"He's not going alone, Jane," Lorna declared with a sly smile as she slipped her backpack on again. "We're going to fly in too."

"You both really are crazy," Jane professed with an exasperated huff.

"So, how shall we do this, Lady Lorna?" Thor inquired.

Lorna took one of his large arms and put it around her small waist, "Hold on tight, Big guy. We're going up."

She allowed her shield to cover them in the green colored orb then concentrated for her power to lift them into the air. They easily were over the fencing so all she had to do was bring them to the ground. Once on the ground, Lorna brought her shield down and stepped away from Thor. He then gave her a friendly smile.

"You would be beloved as a goddess on Asgard," he spoke softly in awe of her powers. "Thank you, Lady Lorna."

"Just Lorna, Big guy," she replied with a smile. "I'm a normal woman. You get Mjolnjr. I'll get Jane's things."

"Should I find you after?"

"Meet me right here."

"I'll be quick."

"As will I."

She watched Thor take off towards Mjolnir in a run as she walked inside the facility where Coulson was waiting on her with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't look happy with her. She walked up to a desk and got a comm then hooked it up, placing the earpiece in.

"Barton, you in the nest?" She asked over the comm.

"About time you got back, Polaris," he responded.

"And, yes, I am."

"On my way."

Lorna began to walk towards Clint's location when she was stopped by a hand on her arm.

"I don't recall giving you orders, Polaris," Coulson stated.

"Last I checked, Coulson, I outrank you," Lorna retorted quickly. "If this ends up falling under the scope of the Initiative then it belongs to me and you know it."

"Partners on lead?"

"I can compromise on that."

"Go ahead with what you were doing then. I'll stay out of the way."

She gave him a smile before making her way towards the back stairwell that would lead her to what Clint called the nest. SHIELD set up all of these temporary facilities the same, which made it easy for Lorna to find what she was looking for. She quickly ascended the stairs and made her way through the upper tunnel looking for Clint while she listened to the comm chatter. Thor was fighting agent after agent that got in his way, proving his determination. When she reached Clint, he was getting in a basket to bring him closer to the action so she jumped in to join him. Rain was now pouring down on them as electromagnetic energy was pulsing around them. Lorna threw her orb shield up around her to let it catch the lightning that was shooting off Mjolnir. It flowed into her like an energy drug.

"If I knew something to compare that too..." She began.

"What was that?" asked Clint, interrupting her.

"There's electromagnetic energy pulse surges coming off of Mojlnir. I used my shields to absorb some of it."

"And you enjoyed it?"

"It was like a sugar rush from too much candy."

"It made you high?"

"Not like that, Clint, but it sure was a nice surge."

She watched as Clint readied his bow and Thor continued to fight his way to Mjolnir. The area around it was now muddy from the rain.

"Better call it, Coulson, 'cause I'm starting to root for this guy," Clint quipped, causing Lorna to snort out a laugh. "Last chance."

"Wait," came Coulson's response over the comms. "I want to see this."

"Nothing to see, Phil. Mjolnir is protected by ancient Asgardian magic," Lorna stated.

They watched as Thor moved in on Mjolnir but was unable to retrieve it. The hammer would not even budge for him. Lorna's heart felt true pain for the Asgardian as he fell to his knees and let out a primal scream.

"I'm calling it now, Barton," Lorna heard Coulson say into the comms.

"Guess I get to take this guy down after all," Clint remarked dryly as he readied an arrow.

"Make sure it's a tranquilizer, Clint. We need him alive," Lorna commented.

"Know what I'm doing."

Lorna said nothing else as Clint fired the arrow and took Thor down. Coulson had the men put Thor into a cell while Lorna and Clint came out of the nest to where Coulson was waiting to speak with them.

"He's got Special Ops training from somewhere," Coulson said to them as the two walked up.

"No, he doesn't," Lorna quickly responded confidently.

"Boss told me your theories, Lorna."

"If you don't want to believe them, be that way, Coulson. I'm going to bed."

Lorna turned and walked off, straight to the dormitory area I'd the facility. She knew Clint would have grabbed a double and put the rest of her things in there. He became like her big brother rather quickly when she first started working with SHIELD a long time ago so sharing space when it was limited was never an issue for them. She didn't feel like arguing with Coulson, so she was just going to bed. She quickly opened her duffle bag and pulled out the pajamas she had packed, changed clothes, and crawled into the bed without caring about anything else.

Lorna woke up the next morning to see that Clint was already up for the day. She quickly tossed in an outfit from her bag, grabbed her cell phone, hooked up her comm, and left the room. She immediately went looking for Coulson and found him outside the cell that they'd put Thor in.

"Phil, I haven't had any coffee yet, so please don't start on me yet," she addressed him as he looked at her with a slight raised eyebrow.

"Someone find Agent Xavier some coffee," Coulson shouted out.

"Thanks, Phil. Now I'm going to speak with the prisoner myself."

"Be my guest. I'll have your coffee when you come out."

Lorna opened the door to the cell, stepped in, and shut it behind her then looked up to find that Thor wasn't alone. She was looking at a face that she hadn't seen in two decades and never expected to see again.

"What the hell?" She seethed.

"Why, Lorna, you haven't changed at all," spoke the smooth and all to familiar voice of Loki. "How's your mother?"

"Two decades and not a word from you? Seriously, Loki? You bastard! How dare you ask about her!"

"Elizabeth is not here with you?"

"Shut your mouth, Loki, and stop bringing up my mother!"

"You know my brother, Loki? How?" questioned Thor.

"Unfortunately he got involved with my mother."

"If you think Lorna is beautiful, then you should see Elizabeth," Loki grinned.

"I swear, Loki, if you bring her up again I'll..."

Unfortunately for Lorna, Loki disappeared before she could say anything else. She let out a frustrated scream before basically stomping from the cell and pulling her phone out of her pocket. She called her mom. She had no choice. There was no way she could keep her out of this, as too much was now officially at stake.

"Lorna, how is New Mexico?" her mom immediately asked upon answering.

"Fury didn't tell you what see found?" Lorna questioned in response.

"No, he didn't. What's going on?"

"It's Asgardian."

"What do you have?"

Lorna could hear the worried and scared tone in her mother's voice. She knew very well why. Her mother's fears were always legitimate and now they had a solid reason to be growing.

"More like found a problem you have as I just had an encounter with Loki. You and Havok need to get here yesterday and make sure the twins don't sneak on the jet. You know how they are," Lorna explained.

The other end of the phone was silent. She knew hearing that name would get to her mother since they had a bit of a sordid history together.

"Lorna, Alex and I will be there by tonight," Lizzie stated in response. "Do not tell Coulson. Nick Fury and I will, also, be having words later, many of them."

"Oh, I knew you'd be furious when you found out. Hell, so am I," Lorna responded.

"It's because no one else knows, Lorna, and we've kept it secret for the twins' sake. Charles, Hank, Alex, Logan, and Raven knowing has never counted."

"Mom that's because they're all mutants and mutants have a way of protecting each other. It's different."

"I still need this secret kept."

"And it will be. They're my little brother and sister. I will in everything in my power to see that they remain safe."

"Loki can never know about them, Lorna. It's bad enough that any Asgardians do."

"Mom, they're not all bad. I like Thor. He's friendly, kind, funny, and reminds me of an alien Alex mixed with Logan."

"You believe he is good?"

"We never bad bad feelings about Queen Frigga either, mom."

"I'm scared, Lorna I've never worried about Freyja and Fenris being safe until now. I don't like it."

"Just get here and we'll figure it out. I promise."

Author's Note

I'm so sorry this update took forever to get up since this chapter has been completed for some time. I was having some trouble getting it typed up. Chapter 7 is in process writing wise and coming soon! Here's your warning that after the Thor movie events there will be another time jump. I'm very excited for events to come! I hope you enjoy! - Leia

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[swtki]

Thor's Playlist

David Bowie - Queen Bitch - 2015 Remaster

I genuinley think that this easy going yet very chaotic song pairs well with Thors like,,, entire personality. Also I think that Erik Selvig introduced him to Bowie and they bonded over it.

Wolfmother - Woman

Very loud, very fast, very much Thor's mind when he thinks about Jane. My man a simp and what about it? Also this is a good going into war song.

Incubus - Pardon Me

One of the few slow-ish songs he likes. It sort of reminds him of the feelings he had when his father banished him to Midgard. It's angry, it's passionate, it's his song basically.

The Smashing Pumpkins - Cherub Rock - Remastered 2011

Thor's brain goes brrrr when he hears that intro to the main riff. He obv loves heavy drums in his music - so The Smashing Pumpkins hit that spot every time. Also "who is righteous who is bold" hits close to home #daddyissues.

Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song - Remaster

Must I explain this choice? Viking music brain go brrrrr. Also, Erik is def responsible for this one.

Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love - 1990 Remaster

Thor loves build-ups in music - he's infatuated with this intro. Also, I can just imagine him fighting a villain to this song.

The Doors - Hello, I Love You - 2018 Remaster

As previously stated, we stan simp Thor. This song gives him that exact same feeling he had the first time he saw Jane. Simp.

The Velvet Underground - Sweet Jane - Full Length Version; 2015 Remaster

Fr just looked up "Jane" on Spotify and this vibed with him.

blink-182 - I Miss You

"Jane pls come back :(" type shit.

The Hives - Hate To Say I Told You So

Cocky blonde headass-

he loves to be right and rebellious.

Muse - Uprising

Very good song to manifest victory to. Once again, he loves drums.

Breaking Benjamin - The Diary of Jane - Single Version

Looked up "Jane" again and he loves hard rock so obviously..

The Beatles - Blackbird - Remastered 2009

This song gives him very much Jane vibes. He feels like the blackbird in the song - because he helped her. simp....

[kyleenmchenry]

The Linguist (Emily Nelson #1 – a Loki Fanfiction)

Emily Nelson is a college student who is studying mythology and ancient languages.   Her life was turned upside down when her mother died in a car accident, she was in the car with her.  Then went to live with her cousin, Jane Foster.

Loki is a prince of Asgard who believes he deserves the right to the throne.  He found out he was not the birth son of Odin, which causes him to hate his now family and want to prove his worth to all the nine realms.

The Linguist is the first book in the Emily Nelson books. To read them ahead of time visit my patreon page.  More info on this, and all the MCU fanfiction I write is posted on my website.

DISCLAIMER:  I do not own the rights to most of the characters, events, etc.  They remain with the original copyright holders.

https://www.patreon.com/kyskorner

https://mcufanfiction.kyskorner.com

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Ale Marriages

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by lillyrosenight

Jane does something under the influence of Asgardian ale, Hermione offers to help her friend. But someone needs to take Clint Barton's officiate license.

Words: 602, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Magically Marvel

Fandoms: Harry Potter - Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Hermione Granger, Jane Foster, mentioned characters - Character, Valkyrie, Clint Barton, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Nick Fury, Erik Selvig, Darcy Lewis, Thor, Lila Barton, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Hermione Granger & Jane Foster, Mentioned Pairing, Jane Foster/Valkyrie

Additional Tags: Hermione and Jane are bffs, Accidental Marriage, drunk marriage, there was ale involved, Clint should not be marrying people, someone take his officiate license, Hermione works with the Ministry and the Avengers, she doesn't get paid enough to deal with everything, Steve/Tony blink and you miss it reference, Facebook: Marvelously Magical Fanfiction, Marvelously Magical Fanfiction's Roll-A-Drabble

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[ao3feed-thor]

Ale Marriages

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by lillyrosenight

Jane does something under the influence of Asgardian ale, Hermione offers to help her friend. But someone needs to take Clint Barton's officiate license.

Words: 602, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Magically Marvel

Fandoms: Harry Potter - Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Hermione Granger, Jane Foster, mentioned characters - Character, Valkyrie, Clint Barton, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Nick Fury, Erik Selvig, Darcy Lewis, Thor, Lila Barton, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Hermione Granger & Jane Foster, Mentioned Pairing, Jane Foster/Valkyrie

Additional Tags: Hermione and Jane are bffs, Accidental Marriage, drunk marriage, there was ale involved, Clint should not be marrying people, someone take his officiate license, Hermione works with the Ministry and the Avengers, she doesn't get paid enough to deal with everything, Steve/Tony blink and you miss it reference, Facebook: Marvelously Magical Fanfiction, Marvelously Magical Fanfiction's Roll-A-Drabble

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[camelopardius]

I want to preface that yes, I recognize Comic!, EMH!, and 2012-fanfiction-air-vents!Clint supremacy, I am probably too sleep-deprived and fangirly to think straight/remember things correctly, and that yes, this was probably influenced by my ✨quirky✨ liking of cold weapons like swords, daggers, and yes of course, bow and arrows

This is also not aimed at you. I am not angry at you. I am just tired of thinking I have a bad taste in liking characters (well maybe I do)

Look, hot take, if you’re not saying “it should have been Thor” or “it should have been Steve” or “it should have been Hulk”, don’t say “it should have been Clint”

Like imagine you have this perfect family and friends

I know you do don’t pretend

And you lose it in an instant. Perfect relationships, all gone. Won’t you be on your villain arc? Mans cut his hair and got a ton of tattoos, got the whole mental breakdown setup

And I know going off killing people is wrong and only making Nat a redeemer trope (iirc) is also wrong but can’t you at least understand survivors guilt??

People see Pietro dying and don’t remember Clint literally shielding the kid with his own body, ready to die

People see nat dying and don’t remember Clint wanted it to be himself too

People don’t remember Clint figuring out the tesseract portal opens both ways before Erik fucking Selvig, just like Nat figuring out the stones’ placements before the PhD Havers™️

(Going on a stretch here) People don’t remember Clint risking exposure of his family to find a safe house for his team. They don’t remember Clint supporting his best friend (AoU helping Nat into the house when her love interest was RIGHT THERE) even when he himself was badly hurt (Avengers 2012, med bay)

They don’t remember Clint seeing the potential Avenger in Thor when he was crying in the mud like a baby. They don’t remember him introducing Ant-Man to the Avengers when nobody knew who he was and he ended up playing crucial roles in future films. They don’t remember him recruiting the Maximoffs and Natasha, looking past the bad things they did when they didn’t know better and believing that they can do good

Do people not think that without the Cap Fanboy Arc in the MCU, he teamed with Cap because he was once brainwashed and understood how Steve (and we) believed that Bucky did no wrong (and that we deserve more winterhawk content)?

Man I can go on and on about how in CACW Nat and him were just normal people w/o OP gear doin some cardio and fake fighting like the besties they are

Anyways, if the fans can spot the blurry pic in TFATWS’ museum is the one taken by that one person w a camera in CA:TFA of Steve holding that broken taxi door, they can realize that Clint is among the people who are able to throw the shield, presumably with minimal training (AoU, first fight with ultron after the party)

If they can deduce that Bucky is a rich kid from two lines (“my folks wanted to give you a ride” in CA:TFA: owning a car during the depression; remembering throwing what’s equivalent of ~$50 for a redhead girl in CA:CW) and then coming up with the headcannon of Bucky‘a family started the chain bookstore of Barnes & Noble, they can understand that Clint haS A PERSONALITY.

Please for the love of god stop doing him dirty in the TV series

Also if they gave him a family only for him to get divorced I’m coming for the writers

[themskteam]

A How to in Avenging Teaser #35

The main one that stuck out to me was the old man from before, the one who hovered around the Tesseract like it was his first child.

*****

I think we all know who that is. But the real question is, what's the context?

(Yeah, it wasn't Loki)

Just in case you missed anything~

Concept Art

Teasers

Drabbles

Chapters

And here is your one way ticket to our Calendar!!!

[magicmastered]

I’ll have to read that fic!

REFERENCES: ASSEMBLE | #22: Thor -  Post-Credits Scene: Nick Fury asks Erik Selvig to help with the Tesseract. Erik agrees, under Loki’s manipulation.

[latent-thoughts]

Closure (Loki Fanfiction; Endgame AU; Gen)

Hello everyone!

I’m hereby presenting to you my Loki fix-it fic based on Avengers Endgame.

Words:3523

Rating: Teen and up.

Summary:  Loki escaped with the Tesseract in 2012. He has been on the run ever since, hiding from Asgard, from Thanos, from everyone. Now, in 2014, the Tesseract shows him some visions of a warping future. Loki then finds himself smack in the middle of the battle in the Endgame. This is chance at life, at revenge, and at closure. And Loki will take it.

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(2014-Alternate Timeline, A small moon colony of Xandar)

Not for the first time in the last few years, Loki stared into the Tesseract, agonizing over what it had revealed to him. It wasn’t the first time he was seeing it all, and he knew that it wouldn’t be the last.

He wanted to let go. He had let go, in certain ways.

He had played around with space, hopping off and on different realms, spending months doing something or the other to augment his magic wielding skills, expanding on his knowledge of space and time…

The last few years had been quite helpful in many ways. He didn’t have to address his pain as long as he was busy; he just let it simmer down slowly. Using his training as a mage to calm his mind had been an asset as well.

But the most helpful aspect of this lonely existence was that he was away from Asgard and his so called family. With the absence of all the people who had hurt him, it was much easier to relinquish the hold on his anguish.

However, the Tesseract kept showing him visions. It was the truth, as the human scientist--Erik Selvig--had once told him. It was his truth.

This truth was another layer of pain on his self, and he dearly wanted to banish it. Alas, the Tesseract was a stubborn mistress, and it insisted on presenting these visions to him.

“Why do you keep showing this to me?” he asked, looking at the Tesseract with forlorn eyes as it sat on his bedside table, imitating a lamp. “Is it my inevitable future? Have I not escaped it? I certainly haven’t lived through that, all of that which you’re showing me. You just keep torturing me with these visions.”

The Tesseract’s glow dimmed and dulled after he said that. Loki looked away from it, wondering if the space stone was hurt by his words. It was, after all, a sentient entity.

How ridiculous…

“What do you want me to do? I’m already dead in that reality, at least, as per your own visions.” He turned and glared at the cosmic cube. “I’m trying to keep myself alive here somehow! Do you want me to lay waste to myself?”

The Tesseract glowed in response, and Loki felt it calling out to him. It was a pull he couldn’t shake off.

“What?” he asked defeatedly.

And then… he saw new visions emerging… of futures merging with past, creating a flux in the grand workings of the universe.

“When?” he asked, brushing his fingers over the cube’s smooth surface. “Tell me. Tell me what needs to be done, please.”

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