#grabs thor's cape

[worstloki]

Love the concept of Jotun Loki seeing the Tesseract and immediately bonding with it as it is just like him (blue)

[ineffablelara]

I have some issues with his portrayal in s1 but knowing that if he wasn't raised by the most toxic family of the nine realms, being made to feel inferior his entire life and forced into a competition for a throne that he had no chance of winning against the fucking god of thunder he would be just the purest soul ever, a loving guy who just wants to enjoy his life and to make friends by being his silly self makes me feel things...

It's not fair that he had to go through so much pain, through so much humiliation during his whole life, he just wanted to be loved, he just wanted to belong, to have someone else he could be silly and passionate about life with 🥺

The fact that Loki canonically is a good singer and dances when he’s happy, loves theatre, likes human literature and reading astronomy books, enjoys fashion, and likes eating healthy little snacks. 🥹

[woniwontons]

hi! i have a request for a fic where bob/sentry/void get cuteness aggression for the reader, like they are being motherlike and sweet to a kid or a puppy or smth and they find it so domestic and adorable they need to squeeze the reader in their arms or something 😩 it could be all of them together or separate imagines i don’t know how to put it into words so i need your help 🙏

i love it

imagine bob likes to squeeze and bite you ~

w.c: 608 words; warnings: biting, cuteness aggression, baby fever, super fluffy

While shopping for a friend's baby shower, the tiny clothes, blankets, and rattles were the cutest things you’d ever seen. Especially a small onesie themed after Thor that had a little red cape.

Bob trailed behind quietly, pushing the cart for you, silently reacting to every soft gasp and coo you made at everything.

When you found the Thor onesie, you opened your mouth into a silent scream. “Look at the cape! It’s so cute,” you said, holding it up for him to see.

As you turned to place it in the cart, Bob didn’t answer. He just watched you. His eyes fixed on your side profile, your flushed cheeks, your soft lips.

His fingers twitched.

And before you could turn back to him, he crossed the small space between you. Firmly gripping your waist, fingers dug into your soft flesh, and pulled you against his chest. His hands slipped across your stomach, palms splayed wide, his chin settling on top of your head.

You felt the slow exhale he let out, warm against your hair. Surprised, you blinked, caught in the quiet weight of his sudden affection.

“That is really adorable,” he murmured, voice low and a little rough. Then, softer still: “Maybe you can buy one for ours someday.”

“Ours?” you echoed, tilting your head up, wide-eyed.

His grip only tightened, arms folding you fully into his chest now.

He wanted that with you so badly, to see you happy holding their child. To spend his money on their son or daughter on whatever your heart desired. Whatever onesies, toys, or furniture was necessary to see this maternal joy on your face all the time.

He didn’t elaborate out loud. Just gave a low, “Mhm,” like it took everything in him to leave it at that. Like anything more would break the thin thread of control he was holding onto.

You spun around to face him, flushed with heat that showed evidently on your neck. “Let’s get it then,” you said, breathlessly. “And maybe leave before I forget we’re in public.”

~

On the way home, you were in the passenger seat, window cracked just enough to let the breeze in. A song you liked started playing on the radio, and you were singing without thinking. Softly at first, then a little louder when the chorus hit.

Bob’s hand rested warm and steady on your thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles. Every now and then, he glanced at you and shook his head with a quiet laugh under his breath.

You didn’t think much of it until he suddenly pulled the car over.

No warning. Just the motion of him pulling the car into park and the sound of gravel crunching beneath the tires.

You barely had time to ask what he was doing before he leaned over the middle console, grabbed behind your head, and pulled you into a kiss. Fast, hard, like he’d been holding it back since the store.

You were startled at first, frozen, but only for a second. Then your fingers wrapped around his wrist, your other hand gripping his shirt as you melted into him. He pushed forward, mouth claiming yours, one hand firm on the side of your waist like he needed to keep you there.

Then Bob grabbed your hand, the one on his wrist, and started kissing it instead. Slow at first, tracing over your knuckles with his mouth. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, crinkling at the sight of your embarrassed face.

And then—bite.

Hard, right between your thumb and wrist.

“Hey!” you yelped, half laughing, half wincing as you pulled back to look at the forming mark.

He just shrugged, planting a firm kiss on your cheek before resettling into his seat. “I just couldn’t help myself with you looking at me like that.”

You could still feel the pressure of his teeth long after he pulled away. His hand never left your thigh.

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[uhhhj13iguess]

How are you doing today? If you are comfy doing a Peter Parker x fem Avenger reader based on this prompt?

You were nearly killed by enemy fire — shot three times. Thor flew you back in his arms, covered in blood. Bruce stabilized you. Barely.

Peter showed up last — too late.

When you briefly regained consciousness during surgery, you said one word:

“Peter.”

Now you’re back under, still critical. Peter sits outside the surgical bay, fists covered in dried blood. Wanda stands beside him, quiet.

“She called your name, you know,” she says softly. “Even when she was dying… you were the last thing on her mind.”

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even on my deathbed

mcu!peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: you get hurt on a mission, and the last thing on your mind before losing consciousness is peter

wc: 1.5k

cw: description of gunshot/wounds, mentions surgery, swearing, sad and self-depricating peter, angst with a happy ending

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the first bullet wasn't the issue.

a slight graze of your upper thigh, a burn more than anything else.

it wasn't even the second one, which caught your shoulder with a brutal force.

it was the third one. the third one, which ripped its way through your stomach, tearing apart everything in its path.

you hit the ground instantly, your legs giving way under you from the impact. everything around you felt like it was going in slow motion, a blurry scene playing out to the dramatic melody of the ringing in your ears. you slowly looked down to your hands, shaking violently as they fought to keep a steady pressure on the bullet wound. your vision grew spotty at the sight of them, stained crimson and drenched in blood. your blood.

it felt like years had passed when you finally looked up, your gaze ripped away with a firm pressure suddenly on your shoulder. it stung, but you were confident the muted pain wasn't nearly comparable to how the sans-adrenaline version felt. thor stood above you, wrapping your shoulder with part of his cape before ripping another, much larger piece for your abdomen.

he was talking to you but it fell on deaf ears, the ringing overpowering even the voice of a god. you could see the worry on his face as he bent down further to scoop his arms under your legs, lifting you with unbelievable ease, a stark constast to how heavy your body was beginning to feel.

you made your way back to the jet, bruce outside and eagerly waiting for you.

the next moments were a blur of transportation, hazy grey flooding your vision as you entered the jet on the gurney that felt way more comfortable than it should've. your eyes were heavy as you watched the team slowly begin to crowd around you, adorned with their own battle scars.

tony leaned close to your face, his voice drowned out by your haze. wanda was next, grabbing your hand tightly. sam, steve, bucky, everyone congested around you as they frantically spoke to each other, harsh emotions lacing their features as they talked.

darting your eyes through the swarm of avengers, you fought off sleep as you searched for the one pair you didn't see staring back at you: peter's.

just as everything started to fade and you felt your body fall, you heard a voice that put your mind at ease. even though you couldn't see him, knowing he was safe was enough. one word fell from your quivering lips as everything went black:

"peter."

peter didn't leave your side until the nurses had to physically pry him from the gurney.

he sat outside the med bay, still in his suit, bloodied and riddled with guilt. it was his fault this happened. he was supposed to be the one in that hallway, not you. it was supposed to be him heading to backup nat, not you.

peter cried into his knees, pulling them close to his chest as he replayed the mission in his head. how he missed the guy to his left, getting knocked down on his way to nat. how he didn't stop you from running past him to get to her.

sobs racked through him as he felt a presence at his side, ragged breaths turning into frightened hiccups. wanda gave him a soft smile as she sat next to him.

she took his hand in her own. "how are you holding up?"

peter gave her a sharp scoff. "how does it look like?"

wanda gave him a look, a stern one he usually reserved for may. he looked down, eyebrows furrowed together. "m'sorry."

"she called for you, you know."

peter's gaze snapped up to meet hers, a once-guilty face now turned confused. "what?"

"right before she lost consciousness, she called out your name," wanda gave in a soft voice, thumbs drawing soothing patterns on the boy's palm. "you were the last thing on her mind, even when she was dying."

peter felt his heart racing, thousands of thoughts swirling in his mind. she could feel it, squeezing his hand and offering him a hopeful smile.

"i think you should talk to her. she's out of surgery now."

he nodded, barely noticeable to the naked eye. wiping the tears from his cheeks, he stood up with a hand still in wanda's helping her up as well. peter immediately pulled her into a hug, his nervous system grounding itself in her warm arms.

"thank you," peter whispered, his voice quivering and on the verge of tears once more.

she pulled back, patting his cheek playfully. he admired how even in the worst, she made every attempt to brighten the mood.

peter watched wanda make her way back down the hall, nerves taking over his meek frame once again. did you even want to see him? were you mad at him? you should be, he thought. this was all his fault.

he shook it off, forcing his feet forward towards your recovery room. with shaking hands, peter gave soft knocks against the wood.

"come in," he heard you speak weakly, and a frown took hold of his face as he heard how broken you sounded.

as soon as he saw your near lifeless frame in the hospital bed, peter burst into tears. he rushed to your side, immediately wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck. ignoring the pain coursing through you, you hugged him back, easing some tension peter was holding onto.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so fucking sorry. it should've been me, it should've fucking been me that got hurt. i'm so sorry," peter rambled, hiccuping in your ear as he worked himself up.

you pulled back, tears flooding your own cheeks as you forced him to look at you. "peter, what the hell are you talking about?"

he shook his head violently, dishelved curls bouncing about as he stared back with wide, blood-shot eyes. "i should've been the one walking down there. i should've known about the guy around the corner, it... it should've been me."

you pulled him close again, hands tangled in his hair. "peter, please. i don't want it to have been you. this wasn't your fault, this is what we do."

he choked out a sob, crushing you in his arms as he practically laid on top of you, despite the circumstances. whether it was the morphine or peter's presence, you didn't seem to mind.

"i'm so glad you're okay. i thought i lost you, i-- fuck," peter hiccuped.

this time, he pulled back first, his large, shaking hands coming up to cup either side of your face. "i thought i lost you."

you gave him a tired smile. "you can't get rid of me that easily, parker."

peter mirrored your smile, eyes fluttering around your face and taking stock of all your scrapes and bruises. he lingered on your lips, sending butterflies through your ripped-up insides.

"peter, i--" your voice cracked, bottom lip chewed to shreds as you fought to find your words. "i thought i was going to die."

his lips fell to a frown, concern and guilt on his features once again.

"i know bug, i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry."

you shook your head at him. "no, pete. i don't want you to feel bad. i just mean.,

"i thought i was going to die. and all i could think about... was you."

the last part was a whisper, a secret shared between the two of you. peter furrowed his brows together, not quite understanding.

"i'm sorry to worry you."

you gave a frustrated sigh. "no, not like that, peter. i didn't want to die not, not... telling you how i feel. about, you."

his eyes grew wide, a flush taking over his cheeks. "you were thinking about... me?"

you nodded, nervousness taking over as your bottom lip found its way between your teeth again. "mhm."

"oh,"

"oh."

"yeah," you averted your gaze, suddenly regretting every action you've made since waking up. maybe this was just a pain med-induced dream. hopefully. you chewed mercilessly at your lip, a tinge of metallic dancing across your tongue as you drew blood.

you felt peter's thumb on your lip, causing you to relax it and meet his eyes once again. they were much softer than before, once bloodshot and now bright.

"how about i go grab an endless supply of ice chips, you make room on that sorry excuse for a bed, and you tell me all about how you feel, about me?"

the morphine was no match for the way peter made you feel.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Adore You 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Thor Odinson

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Thor and Luna.

Summary: good intentions often lead to bad ideas.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Thor jerks up as his knees threaten to give out. He hasn’t slept. He’s stayed there, watching her through the slats, her gentle snores lulling him. He’s had to resist his fatigue as much as the urge to go lay next to her. 

He rubs his eyes then scratches his nose as he holds onto the cross bar for balance. Clothes hang around him, brushing around his figure like a cape. His head slumps as his gaze slips between the wood and clings to her. 

She stirs slowly. She groans and rubs her shoulders as she turns onto her back. She sits up cautiously and closes her laptop. She yawns behind a cupped hand before she turns her legs over the side of the bed.  

She’s facing him as she begins her morning stretches. He knows those are part of her treatment. He helps his mother through hers sometimes. They are careful and held for a while to keep the joint from jarring. She stands and completes the regimen, moving stiffly as she searches out her slippers. 

As she leaves the room, he lets out a deep breath. He should have left by now. He doesn’t know why he didn’t. He just couldn’t bring himself to. He likes being so close. Still, he’s not stupid. This is a dilemma. 

He needs to sneak out and he’s not a small or subtle man. His brother loves to call him an oxen-headed lummox and he hasn’t often proven him wrong. He can hear her in the kitchen. If he can just get to the hallway and maybe hide in the bathroom until she’s back in the bedroom... 

She comes back. She’s sluggish as she rubs her temples. She goes to grab her phone on the night stand. She checks it for a bit then sets it down again. 

She goes to the dresser and pulls out a shirt. She examines it then switches it for another. She lays that on the bed then comes toward him. He gulps. She’s going to open the closet! 

He clutches the door and the frame as his heart races. She grabs the handle and pulls. The door doesn’t budge. He keeps his grip firm as she grunts and frowns. She shakes it and tries again. She’s not very strong, not compared to him. 

Her hands slips and she shakes it out, cradling her knuckles. He’s not helping her condition. If she’s anything like his mother, her wrists are achy. 

“What the hay?” She mutters and tries again. 

He steels himself and lets go. The door slides open and she huffs but quickly swallows it up. His eyes go wide and he shows his palm, trying to shrink himself. 

“Wh-wha-” She stammers then inhales. 

He panics and charges out. He grabs her and smothers her scream with his hand. He hushes her as she babbles and latches onto his thick wrist. He overwhelms her easily and urges her back to the bed. He sits her down and she folds without resistance. 

She stares at him with round eyes. He can feel her breath, so shallow, terrified, of him. 

“Wait, wait,” he begs in a grizzly tone. “Pet, please, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

She squirms and pushes on his forearm. He hates how he can feel her pain in the weakness of her touch. He doesn’t want to add to that. 

“I promise. Please. Just don’t scream,” he pleads. “I only... you left your door unlocked.” 

Her brows raise higher and her eyes glisten. No, she’s going to cry. She’s terrified of him. It’s not supposed to be like this. 

“Please, let’s talk,” he says. He shifts his hand slowly and waits. 

She gapes at him. He peels his palm from her mouth and stands. He clears his throat. 

“Alright, let us be calm,” he girds. 

She screams. Not for long. He quickly catches it and pushes her onto her back. She writhes as he pins her to the mattress. He whimpers and sits next to her as he hisses at her to be quiet. 

“Look,” he pets her head, trying to calm her trembling. “I don’t mean you harm. Yes? I only mean to help. To take care of you. I could... bring you your coffee? Fold your laundry?” 

She stills and blinks. Her hands curl around the crumpled quilt. She whines. 

“We’ve started off poorly,” he frowns. “Luna, I’m Thor.” 

She twitches at her name. A tear pebbles at the corner of her eye. He wipes it away gently. 

“I... you didn’t lock the door and I thought that could be dangerous so I came to lock it for you then I got... trapped?” He explains, his words not sounding how he likes. “I was going to leave...” 

She squeaks and tense against the bed. He grimaces helplessly. She’s so scared. She’ll scream the first chance she gets. 

“You need pain killers. Yes, those will help. I hope I didn’t make anything worse,” he touches her arm and she flinches. “I promise, I wouldn’t ever hurt you, but I need you to listen and not scream.” 

She stares. Her tear trickles down her temple and he sighs. He didn’t want it like this.  

He stands and brings her with him. He takes her to the dresser and opens a drawer. She shaking violently. He finds a sock and balls it up. He doesn’t want to do it, but he has to. Just until she can hear him. 

He stuffs the fabric into her mouth then secures it with the belt for her robe. He puts her back on the bed and ties her wrists with the shirt she left there. He grabs another for her ankles. She shudders and sniffles as she fights tears. 

“Hey, hey,” he caresses her face, “I mean it. I’m not a bad guy. I want you to be comfortable. Happy. Here, I will... oh,” he stands and clutches his head. He looks at her. This isn’t right. 

It’s not supposed to be like this. 

[notforyounorme]

Gilded • Prologue

Dark Thor x female!reader x Dark Loki

This is a dark fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given! Please DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you in any way. This is fiction, but can be disturbing to some readers. These warnings are not exhaustive, read at your own risk.

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Warnings: none (for the prologue)

"The more I try to understand Midgard, the more it seems to confuse me." A thunderous voice sounds from behind, startling the young woman. The plate in your hand drops to the floor bursting in tiny pieces. "I did not mean to startle you, my lady." The man chuckled from behind you.

You turn her head slightly in his direction. His golden hair flowed down in waves on his shoulders, his signature red cape replaced by a dark blue hoodie. "Thor! I'm sorry. I was just— deep in thought."

"No need to apologize, my lady. You just stay still, the shards seem to be everywhere."

You nod, following his figure with her eyes as he walks over, broom in hand. Your hands reach out to grab the platic as he hands it to you. The broom bristles hit the floor as you attempt to make a move to sweep the shards into a pile, but Thor holds out a hand to stop you, shaking his head slightly. He then proceeds to sit on his heels and starts picking up the bigger white pieces scattered across the black kitchen tiles carefully gathering them in the palm of his left hand. "How have you been? Asgard treating you well?" You ask as he turns to throw the pieces in the bin hidden behind the cabinet on his right. Eyes falling on your frame after he tilts his head in your direction.

Thor turns back on his heels as he keeps his eyes on yours. "I am jovial that my people have accepted the change so expeditiously. My coronation is set in a weeks time." He stands, dusting off his hands on his jeans and holds out a hand. The gesture makes you raise a brow at him before understanding that he wants you to hand him back the broom. His lips turn up slightly after the corner of his lips as you hand him the plastic back.

"You must be thrilled to finally lead your people as king." You stares at him as his sweeps across the floor, his eyes scanning the pieces as they are swept into a neat pile. How out of place this looks for a future king. He nods as he steps in front of you after disposing of the last shards. "Thank you."

"Not a problem at all, my lady. Oh! Speaking of the coronation in Asg—" Before Thor can finish his sentence another voice interrupts his words.

"There you are! Have you—" Loki strides into the kitchen with his head held up high, demanding a certain type of authority with his prenuptial. He looks from his brother to you as Thor steps away from you to turn to look at Loki. "Oh, never mind. Pardon me, am I interrupting you, dear brother?" He voice holding a tone that could only be described as indifferent as his eyes narrow and a smirk ghosts his lips. He knew exactly what he just had done.

"I was about to ask the Lady." Thor grins in Loki’s direction before turning back to the said woman standing next to him.

"Ask me?" Your eyes swifting between the two brothers in expectation, eyebrow raised. “What Migardian thing can I explain to the two of you today?” You ask the brothers, a small giggle leaving your lips as Thor laughs and Loki looks at her with a disbelieving sneer.

“I will have you know, dear mortal, That I-.”

“Brother.” Thor interrupst him, his tone demanding. "Well, you see, my lady. I was—"

"We. We were wondering." Loki objects and Thor glares in his direction.

"Right. We, we were wondering if you would like to be present." Thor smiles at you with hopefull eyes.

"Present where?" You look at the blond god with confusion in your eyes, your right brow raising slightly again as they knit together on your forehead.

Loki clears his throat as speaks your name and shakes his head with a roll of his green eyes. "What the oaf is trying to say—"

"Oi! I'm not an oaf."

"Of course not." Loki says to his brother with a sarcastic undertone in his voice. "As I was saying. We would like to invite you to join his coronation. To have you, dear pet, present and of course show you the wonders of our phenomenal home, now that father is not present anymore."

Thor glares at his brother. "Loki." He threatens. "He was still our father, have care how you speak of him."

"Oh, well, at least he can't hear it." Loki girns mischievously. “And he was not—; Never you mind.” He sends you a wink as he holds his silver tongue before gesturing his hand to his brother for him to continue.

Thor sighs as he turns back to look you in your eyes. "Don't mind his words, Lady." His voice low, the sound reminding you of rumbling thunder. "But we would be honored to have you join us in Asgard."

"I— I don't know what to say." You stammer. Eyes wide in disbelief, shock sending sparks over your back as excitement fills your blood.

"How about a thank you, your highness, I would be honored."

"Brother." Thor glares at Loki once again before turning back to you. "Think about it? Not too long, we would have to leave tomorrow at noon." He takes your hand in his.

"You will have my answer by tonight." You tell the Asgardian gods. Slowly rescinding your hand from Thor’s.

"I will await your answer in patience." Thor tells you as he steps in the direction of the door. "Don't take too long though." He winks before grabbing his brother by his arm and dragging him out.

"I beg your pardon, unhand me at once, brother." Loki swats at Thor's hand with a scoff and you chuckle at his reaction. "But yes, pet, please don't take too long with your answer." He says over his shoulder, green eyes catching your eyes.

"I won't." And with that your yet again alone in the spacious room. You chuckle to yourself as you continue to unload the dishwasher.

“Will you stop pacing! You are getting on my nerves. More then usual. And that is saying something.” Loki groans as he massages away his worries with two fingers between his brows. “She will accept.”

“And what if she doesn’t, brother? Mmm? What will happen then.” Thor stops his pacing abruptly, hands in fists at his side. His eyes roaming across the room before landing on his brother and he sneers as thunder claps outside. “She is taking a awful long time. Most mortals would be honored to be blessed to see our Asgard.”

“Now, now, brother. Being vain is more up my alley than yours. She WILL accept, not to worry.”

Thor doesn’t answer, he only turns on the balls of his feet and continues his stomping across the room. Slight rumble of thunder is heard outside before the room lights up with the flash of lightning.

“My, my, Thor. She will accept our generous invitation. She is a smart mortal.” Loki tells his brother as he cranes his neck to look at him. He holds back a sigh as he lets the words sink in himself. You are a smart one, right?

Thor growls at his brother and stomps back over. He grabs the front of his black overcoat and hoists him up his feet. “She should have been here by now.”

Loki, unfaced by his brothers anger, grabs his hands and rips them off of him. “Sit down, you oaf, and calm yourself.”

“But she-.”

A knock interrupts Thor’s words. “Am I the one interrupting something now?” There you stand, leaning against the door frame of the common room. “For two Gods, the both of you are hard to find.”

“Lady Y/n.” Thor sighs as he smiles at you, yet it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, the thunder outside now slightly reduced.

“Thor, Loki.” You nod as you step into the room. You eye both brothers curiously before folding your hands infront of you, a habit of nervousness. “I came to tell you of my decision. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“No apologies needed, pet. Please, would you like to sit down?” Loki gestures to the seat in front of his, the leather fauteuil looks inviting as sitting on the floor.

“I’m okay thank you, after all, I would have to continue packing.” You from the fauteuil at him.

Loki’s eyes narrow as does his brothers. “You’re leaving?” The question is heavy on his tongue.

Your brows knit together and you turn to look at the floor, trykng to hide the smile trying to creep on your lips. “I am.”

Thor steps closer to you, his hand reaching up for you arm but he holds back. “What made you decide that.” His lips are in a tight smile as thunder slowly rumbles again outside.

“I— I mean,” you can’t get words out of your mouth, how could they be so daft. Instead you choose to look Thor in the eyes. You give him a pointed look and it takes him a second before a grin breaks on his face.

“Ah, I see, my lady.” He says as he plays along. You both turn to look at Loki who is trying to hold back a sneer. “It is understandable, isn’t it, brother?”

“Oh, is it now?” Loki glares at his feet as he takes his eyes from his brother to you, taking in the smile on your lips. A cheeky grin appears on you lips and his frown turns into a smirk.

“I would love to join you for Thor’s coronation. I would be honored.”

“I would say so.” Loki says with an undertone you can’t quite explain. He tuns to Thor. “It seems the mortal is smart after all.”

“You thought I wasn’t?” You ask while folding your arms disapprovingly. “How dare you.”

“How dare you trying to trick a trickster.” Loki turns up his chin as Thor laughs. “Well I must take my leave now. Have a good night.” And he walks off without another word. You frown in his direction as he disappears around the corner.

“Well, my lady, I am honored to have you with us in Asgard. But packing would not be necessary though. We can provide you with whatever you need back home.” Thor tells you with a generous smile, his eyes light up when he takes in your smile.

“Oh! I hope you don’t mind, but I’m already nearly finished. I would like to bring my essentials if that’s okay.”

Thor pats your shoulder before sliding his hands down your arm and taking your hand. “Take whatever you need, my lady.”

He squeezes your hand before you rescind it and nod your head. Turning on your heels as you make your leave. “Tomorrow at noon, correct?”

Thor smiles. “Tomorrow at noon.”

Hello darlings,

This is my first time writing on Tumblr and hope the story peaks your interest. I do want to warn you that reading this is at your own risk as it will contain dark elements from now on. This fic is after all a dark one. If your not comfortable with that, please don’t continue reading the rest of the story when posted.

I hope you enjoyed this prologue as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Xx

[georgie3116]

*Steve talking to Wanda as Natasha sneaks up behind them*

Steve: I heard that Natasha has a crush on Bucky.

*Natasha grabs a surprised Steve*

Natasha: *Angrily* Who told you this?

A terrified Steve: it was Tony!

*Forward to Natasha holding Tony by the throat*

A choking Tony: … It… It was Thor!

*Forward to Natasha grabbing Thor by his cape*

A petrified Thor: It was Banner!!!

*Forward to Natasha angrily cornering Bruce*

A crying Bruce: I.. IT WAS CLINT!

Natasha: Fucking knew it.

[fandxmslxt69]

One and Only

Prince!Loki x f!asgardian noble!reader

Warnings: um none. maybe a few grammar errors or weird sentences, some suggestive content (mentions of sex like once) Reader is mentioned to be wearing a green silky dress, and Loki is sort of wearing his suit adjacent to the one in Avengers + His horns.

A/N: Dearest lovely @fictive-sl0th - first of all, thank you for organising this amazingly fun Secret Santa event for us- it's been so much fun and I'm happy that it's my first event on Tumblr! Secondly, I truly hope you enjoy this little thing Camille- your prompt was so much fun and I hope I did it justice!

Synopsis: Loki is forced to find a bride, and things take a turn when a familiar face shows up.

Prompt: King Odin wants Loki to marry so he orders him to pick a bride during the annual yule ball. (He’s not amused haha) But things take a spicy turn when you show up and turn out to be a coveted noblewoman instead of the tempting, mysterious villager you pretended to be during all your earlier accidental encounters. In the end Odin gets what he wants ;)

Word count: 2.7k

“It’s time to do something useful. You will find a bride as soon as possible, Loki. With my heir off playing dress up on Midgard, I have none but you to wed off,”“Now, I’m sure Thor will come back with a nice bride-” 

“Asgard will NOT have a mortal woman as its first bride. Not now, not ever. It’s decided. This year’s Yule ball will be to find you a bride. Only Asgard’s finest, most eligible women will be up for a chance at marriage with you,” 

Loki grumbled to himself as the maids fussed over him. This was useless. Loki had no desire for marriage for another few centuries. His mood went from poor to sour to downright depressed and cynical as the days counted down to Yule. He thought perhaps someone would talk some sense into Odin, and yet there was a sinking feeling in his stomach after Odin declared his choice that told him he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. 

One of the maids tucked too hard on his cape, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Watch it,” he snapped. The maid muttered a quick apology, but before he could get another word in, there was a knock at the door before Frigga stepped in. 

Loki felt himself relax as she walked into his room, taking her time to look him over as she walked closer. “I’ll take it from here,” She addressed the women softly. They nodded and hurried out the door, but Loki couldn’t help letting out a groan while watching them hurry out. “I’ve scared them out of their minds,” “Now now,” Frigga stood beside him as she smiled at him in the mirror. “I’m sure Ingrid understands the stress you’re under,” Loki grumbled again under his breath. “I will find her later, to apologise,” Frigga hummed as she fussed at his clothes. He was wearing his finest Asgardian leather, the colours of the armour were a deep green and a rustic black only leather could give off. Frigga had ensured the suit stayed in the best conditions, even going as far as ordering the gold arm plates remade to be in perfect condition. He looked like the perfect image of the Asgardian prince. Regal and poise, and impeccable fashion taste. Even his head piece was polished thoroughly, and it lay on his bed, waiting for him to pick it up and wear it. His signature horns. His signature dress. 

He’s just missing that signature Loki grin. But he had no intention of giving anyone that smile. It was already someone’s. He had no desire to share it with another. 

“What are you thinking about?” Frigga had stopped fussing over him and stood behind him, watching him intently through the mirror.

“Nothing,” He lied quickly. 

“Nothing?” He nodded. “Exactly. Nothing,” She hummed, turning around to grab his horns from the bed. “Very well. I do hope we get to see that girl you’ve been sneaking off to see. Perhaps she will be a good fit,” He nodded, the words not registering until a few seconds later. His eyes widened, and he spun around to look at her. “What? What girl?” He closed the distance between him and his mother, grabbing his horns from her. “There is no girl. There’s never been a girl. What are you talking about?” 

Frigga raises her eyebrows. “Right…”

He nodded, carefully placing the horns on his head. There is no girl. Not anymore. 

She won’t even be there, so what’s the point?

“I don’t think there is anyone for me,” The words fell out of his lips before he could stop them.

Frigga’s eyes softened. “My dear boy, if I can see everything you hold, I know someone out there can too,”

Yes, he thought. She can, but what about everyone else? Odin? What did he think? The thoughts only soured his mood even more. “Perhaps we should go now,” He said curtly, holding his arm out for his mother. Frigga smiled softly, an edge of sadness in her eyes. 

“Very well,” She said, hooking her arm around his as they left his room.

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Asgard’s usually plain ballroom had transformed itself to fit the spirit of Yule. Decked in only the most lavish of decorations, the ballroom glittered and sparkled as people settled in, women dressed in their finest robes and men in only their best attire. Loki stood by his mother and Thor as Odin drilled on, giving thanks to those who came, and promising a dance to every woman from Loki before he was to pick his bride. With every word he spoke, Loki felt a shiver run down his neck. He had no desire to be here, but this was not the first time he had been forced to forget about his own feelings and opinions, so he knew how to power through the night. 

You stood in your own corner with your mother, who made comments at everyone she could get her hands on. You only rolled your eyes or muttered a word in conversation, your mind too preoccupied. You had no idea how to feel about coming. At first, you had no desire to go. Why, all of a sudden, was Loki wanting to get married? Had he not told you, mere days ago, that he had no intention to run his life? It’s silly, it’s not like you were in love with him (maybe a little) or betrothed to him, but it still felt like a small dagger to your heart. Then, you thought perhaps he had a change of heart. Or perhaps it was his mother’s idea. Perhaps you even had a chance. He knew you, at least. He flirted with you, outside of this castle at least. And then you remembered that he only actually knew you as the girl he ran into at the village. And suddenly, bile rose up your mouth and you threw your invitation out. 

But naturally, your mother wasted no chances to shove you with any respectable man, and a prince is as respectable as they come- and there was nothing in the Nine Realms that could have stopped her from going to the Yule Ball. So here you found yourself, in your finest green silks (unintentional) and the best pieces of your gold as your mother fussed over every piece of hair out of place. 

You watched Loki from your corner as he danced with the first few women. He had a polite smile on his hands, and a few times you heard him laugh at something one of them would say, and your gut twisted and your lunch made its way up your throat. The laughs brought you back to your own secret encounters with him, nights you spent wandering the village and exchanging stories. You remembered the first time you made him laugh so freely, and it unlocked a new desire in you- to make him laugh for eternity. 

Perhaps that was a little too obsessive at the time. But you couldn’t blame it on yourself. Loki was the kind of man who wormed his way into the heart and nested there forever. Once he was in, there was no way to flush him out of your system. Certainly not after knowing what lay beneath his clothes and his….various talents. A blush crept up your neck just at the thought of those sensual nights with him- frantic, urgent and allconsuming. 

When he laughed with his new partner, something hard set in your gut. Maybe you didn’t have the best chance at winning this, but Norns, you were going to make sure he knew those laughs were yours first. 

You handed your glass to your mother, ensuring that your dress was in its best condition, and  fixed the draped piece of fabric over your shoulders. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked as elegantly as you could to Loki as the song ended. “Your Highness,” You interrupted politely, and the woman shot you a dirty look. “Am I have your next dance?” Loki began to say something before he fell silent, his eyes widening a fraction as they took in your face, and then trailing down your body. He made a noise at the back of his throat as he reached for your hand, motioning with the other for the songs to recommence. “Of course,” He said, although it sounded strained.

You smiled, stepping closer as he pulled you up against him, your bodies moving in sync to the music, your name fell from his lips in a stunned whisper. 

“What are you doing here? Did you sneak in?” Loki asked in disbelief. 

You laughed quietly. “No, Your Highness, I got my invitation like everyone else here,” He frowned, that pretty sculpted face of his scrunching up. “What? But…I thought- you’re just-” “A simple village girl?” You finished for him.

He paused, then looked almost offended. “Darling, simple is an offensive word to use to describe yourself. Nothing about you is ‘simple’,” Your heart skipped a beat, and those butterflies erupted in your stomach again. “Thank you, Your Highness,” “Oh quit that,” He said as he spun you around. “You say it like you don’t know me,” 

“Perhaps I don’t,” You replied.

“You know me better than all the others in this room,” He leaned in, smiling softly. “How in the Nine Realms did you get here, darling?” You bit your lip, trying to fight back the stupid smile from spreading across your face. “I told you, I got my invitation. I came here with my mother,” He hummed. “So, you are not a villager,” He frowned slightly at his own stupidity. How had he not asked before- in all your recent encounters? Perhaps the mystery that came with you was too addictive- the ability to leave behind all masks and remain bare to a complete stranger was…a safe haven, he supposed. You did know more about him than anyone else attending tonight. Secrets he’d never shared. Jokes he never told. Books he had no one to talk with. No one but you. You held so much of him, and he thought he held so much of you- but how much of it was real? You giggled. “No, I am not,” “Hm. Cheeky. It seems I have been fooled,” “Not…fooled. Simply….misguided. An inaccurate conclusion. I assure you though, I had no intentions of deception. I stand true to every other word I said,” You added, as if you could read his face, as if you could hear the worries and doubts in his mind. “But you never said you were noble,” You shrugged. “And you never asked,” A smile tugged at his lips, an odd sense of comfort settling in him. You were still…you. “No…I suppose I never did,” He leaned in then, dropping his voice to a whisper, “You look ravishing tonight, though. How have I never seen you in such a fine colour?” 

You blushed really then, looking up to meet his piercing eyes. “You look quite good in that colour yourself, Loki,” 

He chuckled, offering no other reply as you continued to dance. Soon, the song ended, and you stepped back from each other. Before you could turn to leave and potentially cry and laugh your heart out, he took your hand and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on it. He looked back up at you, and Norns, how gorgeous he really looked- all smirks and piercing eyes and those horns. “I hope to have another dance soon, my lady,” You nodded quickly, your mind short circuiting as another woman came up to ask for his next dance. You stepped back, before speed walking back to your spot by your mother. Of course, she shot a billion questions an hour, but you only ignored her, eyes focused on the man dancing at the centre of the room, glowing brighter than even the sun. 

Time passed, and you had no idea how many dances Loki went through before other pairs began to join. You danced with a few, but really your mind kept wandering back to Loki. 

When was he going to ask you that second dance? Was he really going to? 

Maybe he had somehow telepathically heard you, because just as you finished your dance with a nice gentleman, Loki stood from his seat at the front- having taken a break from dancing- and made his way back to the dance floor. 

The entire ballroom held its breath, and you stupidly turned around as if to make conversation with the person closest to you, or even run. Before you even had the chance to utter a sentence to a poor woman whose face looks pale with fear, your name rang loudly throughout the ballroom, coming from none other than the most handsome prince you had even laid eyes on. You turned around slowly, face tilted up to meet his eyes. “Your Highness?” He held out his hand, a smile tugging at his lips. “May I have another dance?” Everything felt deathly still as Loki led you back to the centre of the floor, and the music started again. You danced and you twirled across the floor, hand in hand with Loki as he grinned widely at you. He didn’t grin like that at anyone tonight. Maybe you were reading into the situation too much, but your heart melted just from his smile and the way his eyes held such pure joy as you danced through not one, but two, but three songs. By the end, you were breathless, partly from dancing, but partly from his fixing gaze and the overwhelming urge to kiss him. Even after all the times you’ve met, you were always consumed with the need to kiss him, to touch him, to run your hands through his hair and trace every line of his body. He was addictive, and while you had always thought love took its time to settle in, some part of you always knew that Loki might just be it. 

You were nearly drowning in the colour of his eyes, and that soft, bright smile he wore for you. Your face hurt from how hard you were smiling at him, and you were so close- just a little higher and your lips could connect with his. It was almost trance like, how soft his lips looked were hypnotic, and the way he eyed yours with a desperate need only encouraged you. You leaned up, he leaned down a little, arm wrapped around your body, lips almost touching and-

“Ahem,” Odin stood from his throne, and you felt the spell shatter. Damnit. 

“I believe,” Odin paused, his eye landing on you and Loki, who jumped apart from one another like you were set on flames. Your cheeks were flushed, avoiding the eyes of everyone, and Loki stared right ahead at Thor, who you noticed was smiling widely and making incredibly disturbing faces at his brother. “Prince Loki has found a bride,” 

Loki’s eyes flickered to you, his mouth opening to argue with Odin. Probably to argue- to say that he hadn’t even asked for your opinion, to add that marriage takes time, or should be considered and debated. 

Maybe you were foolish, or a little too desperate, or maybe it was the magic of Yule that possessed you, but you simply smiled and gave a little bow to Loki. 

“You-,” He swallowed, looking around nervously. “You would accept? If I asked you to be my wife?” 

You smiled widely. “Would you wish for me to be your wife?” A pause, then a small nod. “I don’t think there is anyone else I’d like to share my jokes with,” Your heart was pretty much exploding in your chest. Your hands were definitely shaking, and you thought you might just pass out right then. “Well, lucky you, because I only want your jokes, and I only want your smiles and your laughs to be mine. I…I would be honoured, to be your wife, and to call you my husband, Loki,” 

Sounds of cheer echoed around you, and Loki’s face broke out into the widest grin you had ever seen as he looked at you like he had just handed him the world. “I had no idea you were obsessed with me,” He said, though you could barely hear his words over the sound of festivals. 

“Maybe a little,” You replied, and his grin only widened. 

“Well, I’m obsessed with you a lot,” He tugged you closer to him, sealing your lips in a kiss.

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[ashdreams2023]

Ok I read your rules that you do any version of loki soooo. I was wondering what if male reader got into the void with loki [ male reader and loki are couple ] reader also sees other versions of him he and loki,he notice kid loki went up to loki and reader and said: kid loki: why do you guys wear rings?

Loki and Reader: Cuz were married

Kid loki:... m-m-married...😳 *kid loki blushes*

Note: Let's say in thor 1 male reader was loki only friend and he fell in love with him same goes with male reader and abult loki and reader forgot they were friends back then,and find out that kid loki has a crush on reader (obiusly) they push courage to kid loki to confess reader which work out well *insert cute fluff* .

Somewhere alone kid loki confesses his love to reader, reader accepts it also share how he feels to him also kisses him in the cheek.

Kid loki: Look I know we've been friends since we were younger,and I just want to say that I.........I like you.. Whenever your with me my heart just goes crazy..so.. I like you. Don't make me repeat it again,and would you like to be my boyfriend?

Kid male reader:...*blushes* Loki I also like you too, I was just waiting for you to confess and you did already I liked you ever since we were younger your smart,brave,and kind. And yes I would like to you to be your boyfriend.

*Reader kisses kid loki cheek ♥︎*

Kid loki: blushes madly

Kid male reader: Loki?...

Kid loki: blood run from his nose

Kid male reader: OH MY GOSH LOKI! ARE YOU OKAY?!

If you can if thats ok? :>

Again sorry this took ages but here you go

Loki x male reader

I really like you

"When you said you’re gonna go and find yourself I didn’t think you meant literally" you half joked when the group of Loki’s appeared.

Your husband sighed in utter defeat "Why does things keep happening to me? Am I being punished my love?"

You shrugged sticking out your tongue then got closer to the caped individuals.

"Hey there! So you’re the guys who’ve been keeping my Loki busy while I was gone ha?"

Classic Loki laughed "Oh? It’s you, I haven’t seen your face in…centuries"

The others chimed in quickly, they looked you up and down curiously.

All almost feeling nostalgic at the sight of you, while your Loki felt protective and held your hand into his.

Although you felt a pair of eyes staring at you and realized it was the youngest, kid Loki, the innocent little prince.

"You look like you have a question little prince" you smiled at the boy which made him blush slightly and grabbed the edges of his Tunic top.

"Yes I…why do you have matching rings?"

Your Loki chuckled softly and lifted your hands together "Because we are married"

Kid Loki blushed harder and looked speechless, he fiddle more with his tunic before finding the right words to use "Does that mean…my {name} likes me back?"

You blinked at him then hummed, it slipped your mind but you and Loki were close since you were little when you were just a warrior in training.

It made you almost smirk but you chose to use your words wisely instead "say, how about we help you with that, we’ll go and give you some support to share your feelings"

"What if mine doesn’t like me like that…" the kid pouted while looking down at his feet.

The other Loki’s laughed, beastful Loki took charge this time and answered "Loving {Name} was one of the most Devine things I’ve experienced in my life and I won’t change it for the world kid…so take our advice when we tell you confessing is better than dying and knowing you never got to tell them you care"

You had to admit that little speech did make your heart squeeze a little and it sure made kid Loki look more confident in this idea.

So it happened, you traveled back with the kid and your Loki, back to when time was still young and you see a smaller version of yourself swinging a sword in the air and striking a training dummy with sweat dripping down your face.

Kid Loki stood there for a moment, watching from afar with tenderness and loving innocence.

"Did you really look at me that way when we were children?" You asked your Loki who scoffed then looked to the side with pink tinted cheeks.

It was endearing to say the least.

"Hi! Can you stop for a minute I need to talk to you!" Kid Loki called your younger self.

"Sure whats up?"

You could make out the words "I like you" and how your younger self had his eyes go wide before holding kid Loki by the shoulders and kissing both his cheeks and matching his blush.

"I like you too! I’ll do my best to be the best boyfriend! Promise!" You shouted.

Your Loki rolled his eyes and smirked at you.

"Didn’t know you loved me this much either"

"Don’t push it prince"

[alexendria-rose]

Endgame🖤

Doctor Stephen Strange X AvengerReader

Summary- Five years after returning from the blip. Y/n didn’t remember what happened. She was gone for what it seemed like five seconds after fighting in Wakanda. What was going on?

Warnings: Y/n knows Stephen already (I know he’s not an avenger in end game) sad endgame vibes. (Also Y/n is an assassin like Nat)

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“Y/n just go! Tony and I will handle this!” Stephen says as they walk out of the Sanctum watching people crash and run away from whatever was up in the sky. Stephen grabs Y/n’s shoulders looking at her.

“You need to get the rest of the avengers together, I believe in you, go!” He squeezes her arms gently before turning around and leaving her by herself knowing she’ll see him soon, that everything was going to turn out right. Oh boy was she wrong.

Y/n gasped at the air around her eyes wide as she looked at her surroundings, what happened? She looked around her to see some of the Wakanda warriors around here but not nearly as much. Where’s thanos? Where were the others? Bucky runs up to Y/n.

“What’s going on what happened?” Bucky says his eyes wide as he held his gun tightly to his chest.

“I-I don’t know. I felt like I blacked out for five minutes.” Y/n gulps running her hands over her face. That’s when she saw rings opening all around her. Stephen. He walks through the ring his eyes scanning all the people until he lands on her. “Stephen!” She yells running up to him immediately tackling him in a hug. “What is going on. What’s happening? Did we lose!” She couldn’t even bare gasping for air as she tried to get some sort of explanation. He pulls her back from the hug his hands resting on her shoulders locking eyes with her.

“I need you to listen to me. We don’t have long. Thanos succeeded. We’ve been gone for five years. They need our help though. Thanos is back. That is all I have time to explain.” His says his voice soft and gentle as he looked at her. Her eyes were wide. 5 years? 5 years! She didn’t let him see the panic in her eyes except she just nods slowly. He just grins. “Atta girl.” He grabs her hand noticing all the other sorcerers explaining to people and getting them to go through the rings. Stephen walks through gripping onto her hand as they walk through the portal. Her eyes widen seeing all the people walk through as well taking in the destruction that was already caused. She sees Steve grinning at the people who came back. Her eyebrow slightly quirking at him holding Thor’s hammer. (She knew it.) Stephen looks at her and smiles.

“That asshole is going to pay for what he did.” He smirks softly letting go off her hand before letting his cape allow him to fly up. She just chuckled pulling out her guns.

“Oh hell.” She mutters noticing thanos army starting to attack, but she just runs towards the danger immediately. She starts attacking Thanos army, Stephen by her side immediately his back against hers as they help each other out. One of them runs up to Stephen and she immediately turns around blasting his head off, another one on her right she kicks the thing in the stomach before shooting again.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re incredibly sexy.” Stephen chuckles using his magic against the aliens in front of him. She glances back shooting another one. Her aim perfect.

“Oh shut up.” She grins but gasped as an another alien dodged at her; she swiftly moves out of the way letting multiple bullets hit it in its back. She chuckles. “Really thought it had me.” Stephen chuckles deeply.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He laughs. She notices Clint running away with the gauntlet trying to get it somewhere. She starts hearing a horn play her eye’s immediately looking towards the truck.

“Take the gauntlet to the truck!” Steve shouts. She nods running up to Clint.

“Give it to me.” She shouts instead he just nods handing her the gauntlet, Clint immediately getting into action by shooting and attacking some of the aliens to help her out. She dashes towards the van, the gauntlet in one arm and her gun in her other hand. They all run up to, her aiming at their heads as she makes her way through. Fuck. Out of bullets out course. She groans taking out her daggers. Spider-Man or should she say Peter flies over her.

“Miss Y/n I’ve got it from here!” He exclaims, she smirks throwing the gauntlet in Peter’s direction. Him catching with ease. She runs into the aliens stabbing them and kicking them down to follow the kid to make sure he gets there safely, she looks up watching the ships above start shooting down, she dodges the shots trying to make it to Peter. She sees him fall onto the ground holding the gauntlet close to his chest, noticing a certain something going through the ships, she couldn’t help but watch. She watches the bright light going towards Peter noticing it was indeed a woman. Who was that? Y/n runs over to Peter helping him up.

“Well hello Peter Parker. You have something for me?” She asked smirking softly. Y/n tilts her head a questionable look placed on her face. “The names captain marvel.” Y/n hums looking her up and down. Peter looks towards the crowd of aliens running up to them.

“I don’t know how you’re going to make it past that.” He says nervously. Y/n smirks; watching Wanda and all the woman coming up. Where’s Natasha? She wondered. But she discards that from her mind focusing on what’s at hand. Y/n just grins taking her daggers out.

“She’s got help.” Y/n says the woman looking at her grinning. They all start walking towards the group watching the aliens charge towards them. Wanda blasts them with their magic them following swiftly behind. Y/n groans as the they rush towards her, she stabs them swiftly moving around so she doesn’t get crept up behind. She gets blasted down to her ass a smile creeping up realizing captain marvel made in to the van, but soon frowning watching the gauntlet fall beside the van. “Fuck.” She whispered under her breath. She watched Tony running up to it but quickly get tackled by Thanos. She looks over seeing Stephan handling water to make sure it doesn’t whip us all out. She looks between the two but sighs happily seeing that Thor got in the middle. She runs over to Stephan. “You look like you’re struggling there.”

“Oh shut up.” He groans but a small smile playing on his lips. He looks towards the fight between Thanos and now captain marvel before giving Tony a look and lifting a finger at him. Y/n squints her eyebrows.

“What is going on!” She exclaims. Stephen looks down.

“The only thing we can do.” He whispers under his breath. Her eyes snapping towards the fight, her eyes widening as Tony held the stones getting ready to snap.

“No!” She exclaims, she tries to run over but Stephen grabs her waist with his free arm holding her tightly.

“It has to happen.” He grunts but she just watches Tony snap his fingers and her heart dropped watching the energy suck it out of him, but also watched as the Thanos army started turning into dust. Her eyes welling up with tears realizing they just won but at what cost? Tony’s life. She watches as Tony eyes start to lose the light in them. Her heart clinching at his lifeless eyes, she wiggles herself out of Stephen’s grasp rushing towards Tony.

“We’re going to be okay…” Pepper says her face trying to be strong for him. “You can rest now.”she whispers. Y/n runs up them placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder trying to not let the tears come out.

“She’s right… it’s time to rest.” Y/n gulps wiping the tears that were starting to spill. That’s when he was gone, his wheezing had stopped, his breathing had stopped and all Y/n could do in that moment was grab pepper holding her shoulders tightly to her chest as she started to sob. Y/n heart dropped sniffling lightly as she ran her hands through peppers hair.

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Y/n looked at herself in the mirror looking at the black dress that hugged her body. Her eyes were red and swollen from the crying. She couldn’t believed she lost Tony and Nat. It felt like it was just yesterday that everything was good, no Thanos, no aliens, no avenger breakup just them together eating at the compound after going on a mission. She looked around the Sanctum bedroom knowing she owed Stephen for gracefully letting her stay her since their compound was destroyed due to their battle with Thanos. She hears a soft knock on the door, she wiped the tears that were starting to fall quickly.

“Come in!” She mutters softly flattening her dress to make her look more presentable. She door opens revealing Stephen dressed up in a suit.

“Are you almost ready?” He whispered gently moving his way across the room to her his hands tucked into his pockets.

“Yeah unfortunately.” She sniffles lightly grabbing her purse from the floor. Stephen inches his way towards her before cupping her face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, she looked down at his hands. Stephen has always been a flirt with her, but never this close unless he was trying to get her to focus on the situation. She hitches a breath trying not to let the tears fall.

“No, they were my family. The only family I had, and now they’re gone, they’re gone and I couldn’t do anything.” She sobbed. “Especially Nat, we grew up together in the red room. She was like a sister Ive always wanted and now she’s gone.” She bites her lower lip to stop the tears, she was stronger than this she knew Nat wouldn’t want her to feel this way.

“They saved us, they saved us so you could come back, so we can all come back. Do not blame yourself. It needed to happen.” He wipes her tears with the pad of his thumb. “You are such a strong woman y/n but it is okay to mourn for them.” As soon as he said that she fell into his grasp tugging on his suit as she cried into his chest feeling the emotions she tried to shut down, tried to hide but she couldn’t hide from him. Stephen is the only person she could open up to in this situation cause the two people she loved and adored was gone.

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It’s been a few months since the unfaithful day of Thanos attack. The world was trying to be the world again. Trying to build up what was once gone. The compound was finally rebuilt thanks to pepper but y/n didn’t want to leave Stephen’s side. She would constantly get nightmares of her past lately not realizing losing people would trigger her brain, but she was happier at the Sanctum. She helped Stephen whenever she can, she stepped down for being avenger for the moment so she could find herself again and be the happy girl she once knew. Nat would’ve wanted that for her and as well tony would too.

Y/n sat by the fireplace reading a book trying to distract her thoughts when Stephen entered the room with a huge winter jacket on. She crinkled her nose looking at him with confusion written on her face.

“What the actual hell are you wearing.” She laughed softly placing her book on her lap.

“Winter downstairs. Wouldn’t recommend going down there.” He chuckled deeply removing the coat placing in on a chair. He continued to look at her a soft look placed on his face. She tilted her head.

“You know, the compound was just built recently and I know I’ve extended my stay long enough; so I was thinking of going back.” She mumbled her finger trailing along the book her eyes following the movement of her finger. Stephen groans a bit rubbing his face.

“No.” He states his eyes locked on the way she was tracing the book but she quickly looks up at him with his statement. She laughed softly.

“No?” She questions standing up from the chair crossing her arms. “I don’t think you have an opinion on the matter.” Stephen rolls his eyes at her sass.

“You’re not ready yet.” He mumbles moving his way slowly towards her- his eyes piercing into her own.

“I cannot stay here forever.”

“Why not?” He snaps; his body mere inches from her. He slowly reaches out to grab her hand, his scarred one rubbed against her soft grip. She furrows her eyebrows her eyes trying to read his face.

“Because I cannot burden you Stephen.” She mumbles softly.

“You do not burden me.” He grumbles out moving his hand out of hers before using that same hand to place on her cheek. “I need you here.” She chews on the side of her cheek confused on what was happening.

“What do you mean you need me?” She asked her eyes moving towards his hand.

“Oh my god you’re so dense Y/n.” He groans before bringing his head towards her- his lips immediately catching her lips into a passionate soft kiss, her eyes widen at the contact, not sure what to do but when her brain starts to comprehend she flutters her eyes close allowing her lips to kiss him back. Her arms wrapping around his neck, his hands dropping down to her waist. He pulls back his eyes still closed placing his forehead against hers. “That’s why I don’t want you to leave.” She opens her eyes to look at him, his eyes already on her scanning her face.

“I’m not an easy person to love Stephen.” She whispered softly, her big doe eyes pleading with him to let her go but part of her knew she didn’t want that.

“I’ve heard I’m a great teacher.” He smirks softly rubbing his nose against hers. “Let me teach you, please.” She giggles softly looking down.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Good.” He says his lips softly placed against hers again.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Shades of Green

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: nothing really just jealous Thor

Genre: it’s pretty floofy

Summary: Thor does not appreciate another man chatting you up

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 "Y/n dear you need to go and get ready before people start arriving." Frigga tells as you help her finalize plans for tonight's ball. Thor and Loki have returned two days ago from some quest Odin sent them on and Frigga has insisted on a party to properly welcome her sons. 

"Are you sure you don't need any more help, my queen? I don't mind staying to-"

"Nonsense. I have everything under control. This party honors your betrothed, you need to look like you belong at his side. So go." She shoos you away before you can protest again so you make your way back to your room to dress for the party. Your gown is a sharp red, matching that of Thor's cape, long and draping over you flatteringly. It cascades around you at your feet in a way you think may be inconvenient in a crowded hall but Frigga seems confident it will not cause any issues.

It doesn't take you long to get ready but Frigga was very clear about you joining the festivities at a specific time so you have to wait for her cue before returning to the hall. By that time the celebration is practically in full swing, all that's missing is your lover and his brother.

You circle the room in tandem with Frigga, mingling with guests wherever she is not, charming everyone you speak to with ease until Odin demands the room's attention. Frigga joins him at the front of the crowd and together they announce Thor and Loki with words of praise and pride.

You smile brightly watching Thor and Loki flank their parents in front of the crowd blushing when the former catches your gaze and winks at you. The entire room erupts at the sight of them and they're swept into the swarm of people as soon as they finish their greeting.

"Y/N!" Thor's voice booms even over the sea of voices and the upbeat music. It's hard to pinpoint the direction it's coming from but soon his arms are wrapped around you, pulling you towards him swiftly. "Oh how I've missed you, my lady." He sighs before kissing you which you return immediately. He may have returned two days ago but it seems the work never stops for your prince, he's been busy from the moment he came back as such you've only seen him in passing since he's been home.

"And I've missed you." You tell him with a giggle once you break the kiss.

"I'm sorry I've not had time to spend with you these past two days-"

"Nonsense Thor, you have responsibilities. I understand. It's not like I sit around waiting for you to spend time with me you know." You wink at him.

"Do you not?" He smiles.

"If I did I'd be rather bored most days and boredom breeds chaos." You muse and Thor laughs.

"Growing up with Loki I am certainly no stranger to that." He says.

"Thor my friend! You must tell us of your latest travels! I have a million questions!" One of Thor's friends Hogun claps Thor on the back to grab his attention. Before Thor can even answer, Hogun is already leading Thor off and Thor shoots you an apologetic look that you meet with a smile mouthing that you'll find him later. A glance through the crowd allows you to find Loki amongst a group of giggling maidens all seemingly vying for his attention. You make your way to the group looping an arm through Loki's and shooting the girls a smile.

"Apologies ladies, I'm going to steal Loki from you all for a bit." You say kindly. A couple of them toss you looks that you pointedly ignore as you tug Loki away from his fan club. 

"Something the matter y/n?" He asks with a concerned frown on his face.

"Not at all, I just haven't seen you since you've been back which is ridiculous."

"You should see the to-do list Father has me and Thor on since we've gotten back. It feels like it's getting longer every day. Honestly, this party is the first break we've had." Loki shakes his head.

"Yeah you seem quite occupied."

"Absolutely and Thor complains about not seeing you all the time. You have spoken to him, right? I expected him to be glued to your side."

"We've spoken, but his friends grabbed him to discuss your adventures."

"And he let them?" Loki jokes making you laugh.

"You two will be pulled in many directions tonight I'm sure." You smile.

"Yes well, I can count on you to rescue me right?"

"Come now Loki don't pretend you aren't loving the positive attention here."

"It's strange."

"You deserve it, but if you really want to escape a conversation of course I've got you." You tell him.

"Brilliant." He nods.

"Excuse me." A voice calls and you snap your head in the direction of the sound.

"Hello." You say, both you and Loki sizing the stranger up.

"I don't mean to interrupt, welcome home your highness, but I simply couldn't risk missing an opportunity to introduce myself to a beauty such as yourself." The man smiles. Loki stifles a laugh at the obvious line and you have to stop yourself from making a face at him.

"Thank you, and you are-?" You ask, not hiding the confusion in your voice.

"Khristofer Eriksson." The man says with a bow. Loki can barely contain the smile threatening to split his face as he watches the interaction.

"Khristofer. It is- nice to meet you." You say.

"The pleasure is all mine, my lady. May I be so lucky that you might share your name?"

"You are- quite a character. My name is y/n."

"A name as gorgeous as the owner of it."

"You're rather forward." Loki muses.

"Is there any other way to be?" Khristofer smirks.

"Perhaps with the betrothed of a prince, you'd do well to watch your words." Loki suggests.

"Betrothed of a prince?" Khristofer looks at you.

"Thor." You smile.

"Really? Interesting that he's left you alone." Khristofer hums.

"Not alone." Loki says.

"He and Loki are the men of the hour. Everyone will be vying for their attentions all night. I know it's my attention he wants more than any of this." You shrug casually.

"You sound quite sure of yourself." Khristofer says.

"Thor makes it impossible to doubt him." You smile. Loki is again fighting a smile at the underlying warning in your tone. This, your ability to subtly take on challenges is exactly how he grew to like you enough to now call you friend, to be happy you're marrying his brother.

"Smart man, it would be a shame for someone to be able to turn your head away from him." Khristofer says with a slight smile.

"I think you'll find I'm not so easily swayed."

"Then, would you be so kind as to gift me a dance?"

"A dance?"

"Just one. Harmless enough." His smile tells you otherwise but there's a challenge in his words and if you are to survive as a member of Asgard's royal family you will not allow this man room to see you as weak.

"I'm feeling charitable tonight so one dance I'll allow." You say matching both his tone and the daring look in his eye as you place your hand in his waiting palm. Loki watches with faint amusement as Khristofer leads you to the dancefloor, but only for a moment. When the man's hand settles on your back Loki finds his brother.

"You've left your betrothed alone for too long brother." Loki says interrupting Thor's conversation with a group of partygoers.

"Who is she with?" Thor's gaze has hardly left you since he was dragged off by his friends. He did watch the unfamiliar man walk up to you and Loki but as his brother was with you he worried less until he watched the man lead you to dance.

"He calls himself Khristofer. The man attempts to woo her. He's failing but- seems rather determined." Loki informs Thor.

"She accepted a dance." Thor observes.

"He's been challenging her. It's a battle of wits between them."

"What do you say, brother? Should I intervene?"

"I certainly would."

"Very well." Thor nods. He politely dismisses himself from the group he's a part of and crosses the room to where you're dancing with Khristofer.

"Y/n." Thor's hand at your back abruptly stops Khristofer's movements.

"Thor, hello my love." You smile at him, stepping out of Khristofer's arms and closer to Thor. 

"Your highness." Khristofer addresses him but Thor barely spares him a glance.

"Finally escaped the adoring fans?" You joke with Thor.

"I hope you don't mind me cutting in. It hardly seems fair that someone else should enjoy the pleasure of dancing with you when I have not." Thor smiles.

"Thor this is Khristofer Eriksson. He is- I actually do not know much about him. He spoke to me and Loki for a bit and then he asked for a dance. I was feeling generous." You say.

"And for that I thank you, lady y/n but now I'll leave you in the hands of the prince." Khristofer says with a bow before walking away.

"A dance, my lady?" Thor asks.

"Of course, my prince." You smile allowing him to pull you into his arms and lead you across the floor.

"That man." Thor mutters.

"Hm? Khristofer? What of him?" You ask.

"Who was he?"

"Well I'm not sure. As I said he didn't share much. Not that I was particularly interested enough to ask."

"Loki told me he attempted to woo you."

"Loki told you?"

"Yes. What is he talking about?"

"You know I think you look good in all colors my love, but perhaps green is not your finest shade." You giggle.

"Y/n." Thor says in warning making you laugh more.

"Oh he was just running his mouth Thor, honestly I can hardly remember what he was on about. Some nonsense about you leaving me alone, but I handled it." You say, amusement clear in your voice. "I can't believe Loki left that part out."

"I'll admit I was a bit too distracted to think of asking him for details."

"Distracted?" You ask with a knowing smile.

"You were dancing with a stranger. Why wouldn't I be distracted?"

"I had no idea were such the jealous type, my dear prince." You chuckle.

"I normally wouldn't class myself that way but it would seem things are different with you my darling." Thor hums. You smile as you lay your head against his chest while you continue to dance. It's silly for him to worry about such things but your heart warms at the thought that he cares so much.

***

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super Manga ch.97-99

Cell Max is running wild, but don't worry, because Goten and Trunks are here to pad the story give Piccolo and Gohan a breather.

To be fair, the boys do a little better once they turn Super Saiyan, which kind of begs the question of why they didn't just turn Super Saiyan from the start. This page's sole purpose is to have the Gammas notice their "resemblance" to Saiyaman X-1 and X-2. This would be annoying enough even if they did look alike, but they don't. Look at them! Trunks and Goten have tights and some sort of Stormtrooper midriff thing going on. The Gammas are wearing jodhpurs and bellhop jackets. And Goten and Trunks' color schemes are clearly reversed from one to the other. The Gammas match perfectly except for their red and blue capes.

The only real similarities here are the numbers on their costumes, and the fact that there are two of them. Oh, and Gamma 1 has a red cape, and Goten has a red cape. Eerie! What are the odds of two superheroes having red capes? You almost never see that. I mean, there's Superman, Thor, Great Saiyaman, Dr. Strange, Spawn, Great Saiyaman 2, the Scarlet Witch, Supergirl, Great Saiyaman 3, Power Girl, Steel, but other than those characters, I can't think of anyone else!

Then they all pose together and attack Cell Max in concert. It looks impressive, but their quadruple-team fails to do any damage. The Gammas acknowledge that Cell Max is still getting used to moving around in his body, so he's not fighting as effectively as he will be later in the story. So that's why Goten and Trunks can do this well without actually hurting their opponent. And that's fair.

What doesn't make a lot of sense is the Gammas' role in this part of the battle. Of everyone involved in this battle, they alone understand the danger Cell Max poses to the world, because Dr. Hedo told them about Max's powers. That's why they went in first when Cell Max first emerged. They knew they had to shut him down as quickly as possible. And they're not rusty like Goten and Trunks, or unfamiliar with their bodies like Cell Max. If there's a window of opportunity here for Goten and Trunks to fight Cell Max without looking outclassed, then you'd think the Gammas would use this chance to target Max's head and finish him off.

Of course, they can't actually do that, since that's not what happened in the movie, but that's the problem I have with all of this. Toyotaro keeps shoehorning Goten and Trunks into this story, and their scenes tend to interfere with the plot instead of adding to it. The Gammas have a cool gimmick and aesthetic with the super hero thing. It works. They don't need two more characters aping that look right beside them. At best it's redundant, and at worst it just cramps their style. It'd be like if Frieza had a teen sidekick following him around repeating everything he says. It would kill his whole vibe.

Okay, so once Goten and Trunks fuse into Gotenks, the battle plays out mostly like it did in the movie, but there's one part that got changed up and it caused some controversy in the fandom. Remember how Pan almost got killed, and Krillin called out to her and told her to fly, and then she managed to fly for the first time?

So in the manga, Pan has the same moment, except she doesn't take flight. Instead...

In this version, Krillin just flies over and grabs her. And that makes sense. Why would he just assume she can fly on her own? Why not just zip over and get her? However, this kills the character arc Pan had in the movie. She started the film wishing she could do more advanced training, but Piccolo won't let her because she can't fly yet. Then in this scene, she does fly, and when the movie ends she shows Piccolo and he proudly agrees to start giving her the advanced lessons.

Fans didn't like this version, because Toyotaro appeared to be saying "no" to something the fans enjoyed in the movie. Krillin doesn't need a hero moment in this scene because he gets a couple of hero moments when he helps fight Cell Max. He saves 18 and distracts Cell Max with a solar flare. Krillin's fine. So it sure looks like Toyotaro just scrapped Pan's big moment for no discernible reason. This happened in Chapter 97.

Hey, check out this cool shot of Orange Piccolo fighting Cell Max.

Right, back to what I was saying.

So in Chapter 98, Toyotaro redeems himself by having Pan fly for the first time, just in a later part of the battle. When Big Orange Piccolo gives the last senzu bean to Gohan in the movie, Gohan just eats it and that's it. But in the manga, Cell Max attacks Piccolo and knocks it out of his hand. No one can catch it, until Pan goes after it and follows it over a ledge. Gohan's worried, but then it turns out she can fly now so she was never in danger, and she gets to help him this way.

Is it better than the movie? I can see a case for this version, but one thing that bugs me is that it seems a bit contrived for Pan to notice the senzu bean and be able to follow it through the air the way she did. I believe she could and would catch it for her dad. That's fine. But I'm not sure she would understand the need from where she was sitting in Bulma's aircraft.

For that matter, I don't know that it makes sense for Pan to understand what a senzu bean is, or why Gohan would need one so badly. Someone might have explained it to her at some point, but Pan's only three years old. I wouldn't expect her to know everything about everything.

Anyway, it goes to show how much can change from one chapter to another. People were mad about Chapter 97, but only because they didn't have 98 right there in front of them to show them it wasn't that big a deal. This is one major reason why I don't like to read the manga as it publishes.

From here, well, I think I'm just down to cool shots of the fight with Cell Max.

I don't think much is different here, but the art is cool, and this is one of my favorite parts of the movie.

I think this is a manga-only bit. Cell Max works over Piccolo with ki blasts, and it looks like Piccolo blows up, which triggers Gohan's Beast form, but then later it turns out Gamma 1 was protecting Piccolo with his force field, which allowed him to withstand the blast.

Also, when Cell Max tries to use his wings to escape the attack Gohan has planned, Toyotaro has Gamma 1, Krillin, and 18 cut off his wings. Not sure we needed this, but sure, it gives those characters one more chance to shine.

And then Piccolo holds Cell Max down and pleads with Gohan to take the shot, and that's the end of chapter 99.

And that gets me all caught up. Now I just have to wait for Chapter 100, which is supposed to drop on December 20. Hopefully, it'll wrap up the Super Hero adaptation, but I wouldn't put it past Toyotaro to drag this thing out another three chapters with some sort of press conference featuring Sergeant Nutz, Saiyaman X-1 and X-2, and Cleangod.

There's been talk of a big surprise twist or something in chapter 100, but I'm not holding my breath. Usually when this franchise has a big announcement, it's about the date for some actual announcement later, and that announcement usually turns out to be something the fans kind of already heard about anyway. "Yes, we will be releasing a Chapter 101" is the sort of thing I would expect them to "announce" in chapter 100.

It would be cool if Chapter 100 ended with Black Frieza showing up and killing Vegeta or something major like that. Or, I don't know, maybe Goten and Trunks turn evil. Those would be shocking developments, but I doubt this manga would go that far. We'll just have to see...

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

a Halloween Party at the Avengers Compound

Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki doesn't want to go - you show him 3 different Costumes

Friends to Lovers fluff

Walking through the Compound you were amazed by all the Halloween Decorations ,there are soo many - impressive

Only three hours till the party starts , excited you went with a few Bags in your Hand to your Best Friend Loki to see what he is doing.

You knocked - "Lokiiiii it's me "

"Come in" - he answered opening the Door

"I am not going to Stark's Costume Party " Loki blurted

"Alright as I expected,at least tell me what you think about the Costumes I bought" you responded a bit disappointed

"Sure , Darling "

"Well then Mischief,turn around or close your eyes ,I am trying on my first Costume .... i bought three" -you grinned

"Alright ''he rolled his Eyes

"ok , you can look what do you say ?"

"What is that supposed to represent?"Loki asked confused

" I am a Witch" you answered

"I know many Witches but they are not dressed like that and the Skirt is too short and your....No .. I don't like this" he replied

Ok ..ok.. i will change to the next one

"I am ready ,look "

"It's too revealing .... I only like the Horns " Loki said not understanding why you would want to even wear something like that for everyone to see

"Well .. I already knew you wouldn't like the first two Outfits for the Party but I wanted to see your Reactions" - you admitted laughing

"I will show you now my last Outfit.It's also my favourite" you told Loki excited

"what do you think ?"

"You are dressed as Me ? " he asked

" Yesss, how do you like the Cape and the Horns ?? I think the Leather Pants are my favorite" you were happy with the commissioned Outfit

Loki smiles " Darling,that's my favorite, you look Perfect" he compliments

"Well... I can't decide if I want to be You or be with You" - you tried to be funny

*No Reaction from him*

Suddenly you felt kinda disappointed, you gave Loki so many hints that you like him and thought he might like you too .

"Ok ...the Party starts soon ...I will go .. Can't wait to see Thor's Reaction to my Outfit "you said trying to sound thrilled - turning away from him

Hearing his Brothers name from your Lips was like a rude wake up - feeling a pang of jealousy he grabbed your Arm and turned you around to look at him . You only need to see him not his Brother or anyone else .

Darling,stay with me

You mean everything to me ,I love you - he confessed

I love you too - you smiled happily

My Masterlist

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

Out of all the Time Lines Chpt1: Avengers I need your help

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

MASTER LIST

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

---------------------------------------------------

You entered the living room with the rest of the team all covered in dust, scratches and tired faces. All of you just saved another casual disaster but the aftermath was the annoying part, burning buildings, hurt people, without Tony stark it meant the clean up crew for the Avengers were the Avengers.

"Alright, what movie and what restaurant shall we engage in tonight." You say as you use your magic to teleport your sword to your room and grab the telephone on the coffee table, plopping on the couch.

"I don't know, but I am in the mood for some Mexican food," Sam said walking in and taking off his goggles.

"Yeah no we just had Mexican yesterday Sam there is no way I am eating another burrito, enchiladas, or taco for the 5th time this week." Bucky shouted as he stretched out on the loveseat next to the couch.

Scott, Thor, Wanda, Peter, Kate and Yelena walked in as they made their way to the kitchen and the living room to relax after a long day.

"Well I for one could actually go for some Phò." Wanda said while grabbing a glass of water. "Yes that actually sounds nice," you replied.

"Second it." Bucky Raised his hand and passed out on the loveseat.

"I will fiest on any of your choosing," Thor said while taking off his cape to wipe off the gunk from storm breaker.

"Phò sounds wonderful. Just make sure I get one of those spring roles. Oh and don't forget were running out of chilli sauce." Yelena shouted from the fridge.

"I just restocked." Scott threw his arms and groaned. "hah." Yelena mocked.

Peter took off his mask and rubbed his forehead combing his hair back, he had the worst migraine ever. Was this a spider sense? Why is it worse than ever?

You shouted for his attention, "Peter man of the hour, Mexican or Phò." Peter didn't answer, he was trying to hold himself on the table trying to compile himself.

"Peter?" You looked towards him. You started to get worried and walked towards him. "Peter. Did you hear me, Phò or Mexican?"

Peter looked at you and fell on his butt.

"Look kid we all are tired but at least try to make it to the couch I ain't carrying you." Same teased.

"Peter are you alright," Wanda said with a concerned face rushing towards him.

"Just tired... crazy migraine, feels like a spider sense but not ...it's the worst I've had." Peter looked at the concerned faces towards him, while he found support from your hand "Probably just tired." he chuckled.

"Well Phò it is, maybe next time Sam." You shook the phone and gave it to Scott to take the orders because he knew the team lie the back of his hand.

"Peter do you require help to get on the couch." You brought Peter back up as he tried to make his way onto the kitchen island.

"I'm fine just need water and a good meal. Imma lay by here." He groaned and slipped onto the table face on the surface.

You went to the sink to pour him a glass of water. Placed it on the counter making sure he drank every drop.

You grabbed a popcorn pack from a top shelf and brought it to the microwave as you set the time. You looked back at Peter who was getting a second refill.

You crossed your arms as you leaned back on the wall waiting for the timer on the microwave to go off. You closed you eyes resting your head as you looked up the ceiling.

"Teya what movie...Not silence of the lambs"

"Action or Comedy, Sam I don't mind..." You sighed not opening your eyes taking some shut eye before the alarm in the warehouse blares for the next emergency.

"Cassie said Gnomeo and Juliet was nice," Scott said looking through his phone.

"Bucky is scared of the Frog." You chuckled.

"In my Defense doll I only said it to make my move on you." he smirked kissing your cheek.

"Now thats a new level of low and pathetic." Sam groaned in disgust. You try reach for an aspirin on the top shelf but Bucky beat you to it.

"Here." he passed the bottle to you.

"I lift cars, I think can lift a shelf handle." you retorted to him

"We talked about this doll," he places both his arms on your shoulder.

"Right..." you breathed and dialouged dramatically " Why thank you, James, you're such a gentleman." flipping your hair.

"OH I call dibs on Robocop" Yelena raised her hand after laying out all the snacks.

"I'm letting the kid's pop culture spinner decide." Sam takes the remote from Scott and faces back to Peter. "Yo Pete what movie."

"Babylon," Peter replied from the kitchen island still rubbing his temple.

"As long as it's not Hamilton." You teased.

"Sams got it all memorized by now." Bucky continued.

"Not as much as you Buck, I heard him belting burn last night," Sam replied. The microwave beeped as you turned your back from the crowd and you grabbed a bowl to place the pack in.

"Heh well, you can say he's gonna be your right-hand man." you giggled at your cringe joke. "Get it." but no response was made, just silence from the crowd.

"Oh cmon that was fun-" you turn to see the reason of their response and froze "Ny......"

"Avengers I need your help."

[lilredniki]

Why didn't you tell me

Prompt: Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt

Character: Thor

Y/n groaned as she walked farther behind Thor and the others.

She tried to hide the pain in her eyes.

Thankfully everyone thought it was because of her crush on Thor only to end up being told he was already in love.

Loki knew the truth about that. He also promised not to tell a soul.

Y/n grabbed her arm where her soul mark was.

Loki was next to her in an instant.

“Are you okay Y/n?” He whispered.

“Honestly, I don’t know Lokh.”

He grabbed her sleeve and pulled it up to see. What he saw made him gasp.

Thor heard and turned to them.

“Brother is everything okay?”

Loki couldn’t speak.

Thor looked at Loki’s hand and saw Y/n’s arm covered in blood.

He ran over to them and gently held Y/n’s arm. He ripped some of his cape off and had Loki clean the wound.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

Y/n winced as Loki worked.

“I didn’t want you to think I’m weak.”

Thor wrapped her arm with the cloth.

“I would never see you as weak. You made me believe in female warriors.”

Y/n blushed.

Loki looked at Thor and nodded.

“Father has something for the three of us when we get back.” Thor said softly.

He picked Y/n up and carried her to the meeting place.

~

At the palace, Thor helped Y/n get off her horse while Loki smiled and grabbed her weapons.

Thor, Y/n and Loki walked in and saw Odin waiting for them.

“I believe I told you I have something for you.”

They nodded.

“I wish to congratulate the three of you.”

“What’s the occasion if you don’t mind me asking All-father.”

“The three of you are to be married in a months time.”

Loki asked the age old question.

“To whom?”

Odin smiled as Frigga stepped out.

“Y/n is going to marry both of you.”

Y/n looked shocked.

Frigga gently grabbed her arm and removed the wrap. “This soul mark is half Thor and half Loki now.”

“So that’s why Loki and I have half a mark.”

“Yes Thor. We just needed to wait for her to be able to get the other half.”

“So that’s why it hurt more than it should have when I got scratched.”

“Yes dear one.” Frigga said with a gentle smile.

[theangrykimchi]

For the Thorki kiss number 33 please 🙏

I had such a hard time deciding which premise I wanted for this kiss it was insane lol I hope you will like some canon-adjacent thoughts 🥰

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“-the righteousness surging! Hey, do you want to have a rousing discussion about truth? Honor? Patriotism? God bless Amer–hmpf!”

Loki lets the Captain’s Glamour drop as he gets knocked back against a pillar, Thor's massive hand pressing against his mouth to shut him up. He thrashes a little at the sudden manhandling but it's mostly for show. Loki knows this. Thor also knows this, because as soon as Loki grabs his hand Thor retracts it.

“What?” snarls Loki, more irritated by the fact Thor gave up so easily than being handled in that way by him.

Thor takes away his hand resting on the side of Loki’s neck and along with it his warmth, and steps back, silent and somber like a stone statue. He isn't even looking at him and that stokes the fires of Loki's ire. He keeps quiet, though, when he notices the guards passing by them some feet down the hall, subconsciously moving closer to Thor. The last thing he'd want right now would be to be thrown back in his cell before getting to have some fun, so he waits until the guards have vanished down another corridor, before he speaks.

“You could at least furnish me with a weapon. My daggers–something.”

Thor finally looks at him, scowling—Loki doesn't care, elation fluttering in his gut—and pulls something metallic from inside his drab cape.

“At last,” Loki smiles widely, offering his hands for the weapon to be placed inside them, “a little common sens-...”

A pair of seidr-dampening handcuffs locks around his wrists and it's Loki's turn to scowl now, raising his hands between them, glaring at Thor.

“I thought you liked tricks.” Thor chuckles and is about to walk away when, in a motion quick as lightning, Loki throws his arms above and over his brother's head and pulls him close by the neck, bringing their mouths together in a forceful kiss that doesn't last more than a few seconds. Thor’s hand slaps against his lean chest in reflex, pushing him back against the wall again, growling. “Loki–”

“I do like tricks. Especially ones played at your expense.” Loki purrs and locks his hands firmly behind Thor's neck, tangling his fingers in long, blond strands of hair. Thor doesn't come easier when Loki pulls him close this time but their lips come together in another kiss that doesn't last longer than the last. The third, though, this one does last longer and the flutter in Loki's belly turns into a blizzard as Thor loses himself into the silky side, the familiar taste for a few moments more.

When he speaks, his voice has lowered, got raspier, sending sparks down Loki's spine to his toes for hearing it like that again after all this time, filled with want. “There's no time for your games, brother.”

A long leg wraps around Thor's hip, keeping him firmly pressed against Loki, their manhoods rubbing together through layers of clothing.

“This is where you are mistaken, dear Thor, there's always time for a little fun to be had.”

Those massive hands finally return to Loki's body, one pressing bruises above his hipbone and the other cradling his neck. So fiercely. So tenderly.

“This doesn't change anything, I'm still angry at you,” Thor whispers before Loki seals their mouths together in a biting, unforgiving kiss that leaves them seeking more and more when it's over.

They don't pull apart until a commotion from down the hall compels them to do so, Loki already thinking of how he's going to tease his brother into ravishing his mouth again at the first possible moment when a hard slap makes his head turn. With his lips still tingling and bruised from their kisses, it takes every little ounce of self-control in him not to start laughing at Thor's new amore’s face.

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