#gracielle stark

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Return of the dragon | chapter four: it’s a wonderful lie

Thomas Mann was proving to be a real pain in the ass. He was supposed to be a nobody, someone she spoke to once then never remembered but he was intent on sticking around. They had gone on a few dates and he was a nice guy just not for Grace. In truth she found him boring and mildly irritating. He rarely elected to aske her questions due to him being too busy dick riding her father. I fucking hate my dad she thought. She found he lacked passion and adventure and creativity, he was quite content to stay where he was born and live the same life as his dad and never be original. There was nothing inherently wrong with Thomas it was just that she could never even picture herself liking him let alone be her husband, if she would ever want one.

So when he called her on a Wednesday afternoon and said he was taking her to a diner he likes she was intrigued. Fancy restaurant dates were never her thing and she loved American diners. He had rolled up in a red Lamborghini and driven her to a small diner on the outskirts of Manhattan. It had dark blue walls and shiny leather boots. Memorabilia of all decades decorated the walls and in the corner was a mahogany jukebox. Grace was ecstatic, this is what drew her in. she couldnt care less about fancy dinners and expensive gifts, she wanted individuality and she found it far more meaningful if someone learned what she liked and made a charming date she would adore them forever. He led her to a booth In the far right corner and sat across from her. They made small talk about their weeks until their food arrived. When grace was halfway through her burger he cleared his throat and looked at her expectantly. She glanced back confused and put the burger down with a small frown on her face.

"I actually brought you here to talk about something, away from the paparazzi and listeners." Now she was even more confused.

"is everything okay?"

"my dad wants me to marry and expects me to have kids in the near future and well I know yours does too and I was hoping we could work out an arrangemen-"

oh her heart dropped. He didnt actually like her and had no interest in actually forming a connection. why would he Im me.

"Im sorry but no. I have no interest in any of this" she watched his face drop and his hands fall to his lap awkwardly before she put the pieces together. "who is she?"

"what?" got you the look on his face confirmed her suspicions. He didnt look shocked he looked caught and  mentally she patted herself on the back for being so smart.

"the girl youre in love with. I take it that if you marry her your cash flow stops because your dad wants you to marry someone higher up, someone like me."

"yes but be honest grace your dad expects the same. Have to marry someone he approves of someone he picked. Were both stuck in this I thought you might help me. We would be married only to the public and our parents but in private we could do as we wished."

"I dont want to marry you or anyone"

"but-"

"look, we could pretend to be together for our families sake and find a way to convince our parents it wouldnt be good for us to marry. Ill get my dad off my back and you can search for a woman in a similar predicament to you, Im sure there are many"

"thank-you Grace really"she smiled at him for a second then sunk her teeth back into her burger

Fuck my life

At dinner that Saturday night Grace told tony about how she and Thomas were now in a relationship and watched him nearly jump for jump for joy, she probably would have felt bad about lying to him if he wasnt such a dick. She had a feeling Pepper already knew however, she didnt exactly seem convinced and was oddly quiet the rest of the night. She had walked grace to the elevator to their pent house and kissed her on the cheek.. 

"I only want you to be happy" she said quietly and Grace just smiled back and hugged her goodnight.

———

"alright now that the boring shits over I have something to announce" tony stark had said to the team, some looked exited like Sam, others grimaced like Bucky or Nat or simply sat their bracing themselves, like grace was. If her father decided to announce her new relationship status in front of the team and in front of Loki especially she would probably punch him straight in the jaw and hope it breaks. "the avengers team is having their first every pool party. An actual pool party and not a few drunk people swimming in their underwear like its high school again"

"who did that in high school" Steve asked with a confused look on his face forgetting not everyone on the team went to high school in the 1930s

"I did" Grace smirked.

"you were home-schooled?" tony said with a look of confusion.

"and yet I was invited to every teenagers pool party in Manhattan"

"moving on" he mumbled "its an avengers thing for team building but Sylvie is welcome to come she was now officially living in a spare room at the compound" Grace still couldnt get the strange sense of déjà vu out of her brain every time she looked at her.

"could I bring Thomas, he would love this sort of thing" this was her key to selling their relationship she mentioned casually that he swam in high school and loved the pool and did her best to pretend like she hadnt read that in an interview article at 3 am the night before.

"of course you can" she caught Loki rolling her eyes as she smiled at her dad.

"I thought this was for avengers not riff raff" he really was a ginormous prick.

"the stark family always makes exceptions for things like boyfriends" and she paused and looked him up and down "psychopaths apparently too" a satisfied smug grew on her face as she watched Thor hold his brother down to prevent him for leaning across the table with a dagger in hand. She truly loved pissing him off and since he often started most of their fights Grace felt he deserved it. She only wished he would look less attractive glaring at her.

"perhaps,"Steve interjected "we can all use this as a way of working out our grievances with each other and stop trying to kill each other" the last part was said in emphasis as he glared at Grace and Loki, both of which did not seem pleased.

"oh come on its hardly my fault hes got such a rod up his ass."

"nor is it mine that the only person willing to be with her is the most dull man in the universe"

"fuck you Loki"

"Kunta" he mumbled at her in old Norse

"LOKI" Thor bellowed at his brother.

and thats meeting adjourned Thor marched Loki out of the room and grace watched and rolled her eyes until she stormed out too.

———

A loud rummaging awoke Grace from her sleep, it was coming from the bathroom and for a second she debated leaving it and hoping nobody killed her in her sleep. Begrudgingly, she got out of bed and slowly walked towards the bathroom. She opened the door as quietly as she could but to her disappointment it was only Loki. He looked up and saw her in the mirror and glared at her reflection.

"oh goodie youre back" she murmured sarcastically, he rolled his eyes and continued dabbing his arm with a rag. Upon further inspection she saw that he had injured himself which was odd because it was nearly impossible but she only took pleasure in his suffering. He removed the now crimson rag and she saw just how grim his wound looked. “that is disgusting” she cringed and Loki looked impossibly more irritated.

"Im perfectly well stark dont you worry"

"isnt that disappointing. You woke me up and I find out our not even dying"

"its 10am why were you asleep?"

"fuck off I had a late night" he rolled his eyes again and threw the bloody rag in the bathroom bin.

"out with that boring man again stark? You may be you but surely theres someone else who wants to be with you." She walked out of the room and slammed the door shouting "bye asshole I hope you bleed out"

[folkoreluvr]

return of the dragon I - the prodigal child returns

loki x fem oc (stark)

summary: eight years ago, gracielle stark was banished from new york and all but disowned by her father Tony Stark. now shes back with a hazy past and powers she cant quite control. ones that her enemy, loki odinson knows all too well. and when people from graces past return with threats grace loki offers a helping hand in order to get close to her and figure out her true intentions.

warnings (gonna put these at the start of the fic and then not on seperate chapters so heres all warnings for the entire fic): blood, gore, graphic descriptions of violence and injury, death, murder, sex, smut, sexual assult, grooming (not romantic), readers a stark so gals fucked up, tony stark, slight kink content, gay people, not very canon compliant, stick the dick

w/c: 1.8k

authors note: im posting a ton about this on tiktok and its also being published on my wattpad- both are under midnightsloki. thanks for reading

It had been eight years since the fall of Gracielle Stark, since she had fled New York and the grasp of her soul-sucking family.

She had once belonged to the inventor dynasty, the great Stark family but grace had been too different and she had no intent of being like her father or the four generations before him. She was no scientist or inventor or even capable of social situations, she was a recluse. she hated parties and politics and business and making tech. She had been 16 when it had happened, her banishment, but the wound that had been caused was still bleeding and it was too deep to stitch up and bandage and get over it. Her father had granted her the life she wanted by erasing her from his own, if he had claimed her so much on a whim she couldn't pretend to be shocked when Tony Stark had dropped her. Blood may run thicker than water but it can slip between your fingers just the same. but This time it's different, for everyone, this time when she stands in a loud room and sips on a strong drink in a dress no short of elegant she knows that her father did not place her there, nor can he dispense her. Not this time. she would take back what he stole from her, she could play happy families if it meant finally  getting revenge on her father for all the heartache he had caused her.

“We are about to be late to my own party where the hell is she.” Tony Stark murmured with annoyance, glancing anxiously at the Rolex his wife had gifted him last Christmas.

“She’ll be here Tony relax, don't scare our daughter away before we even get her back.” Pepper Potts had said whilst she fixed the bowtie on his collar. Whilst pepper had been ever so happy to get her “step” daughter back, Tony had been nervous. He knew he had been her ruin eight years ago and understood the deep hatred his daughter harboured for him because of it. Then the pair had heard the clipping of her gold tom ford heels as grace approached them holding her three year old sister Morgan. Her dress was made of soft silk, the olive green fabric flowed lightly all the way to her feet, the straps on her shoulders glimmered in gold and her jewellery was gold to match, two emerald green earrings that dangled softly. Her hands were scattered in gold rings and her wrists had small gold bangles latched on, a gold choker with emeralds floating along it completed her jewellery. Her signature burgundy lipstick was painted across her fake smile and her hair had been tied up as usual. Tonight it is part of her hair pulled back and into a twist. She looked as elegant as she always had and now that she was older she looked it even more.

“what happened to your dress” was all her dad could say as his three year old daughter ran over to him. His eldest rolled her dark eyes, the same eyes as him, and pulled her phone out of her Vivienne Westwood clutch.

“I wanted to wear this one, its more my style don’t you think?” she asked, pushing a piece of her brown hair off her shoulder as her mother gave her a quick kiss to her cheek.

“you were supposed to wear red, we need to look united and normal so people are less judging.” Tony stark was reaching the end of his short tether and as per usual his daughter was making him question his sanity. He found being an avenger easier than raising a daughter.

“ we look scarily alike dad I think people will know I’m your daughter, besides green is more my colour.”

“funny, there’s a very grouchy god who likes to say the same thing.” But a quick glance at his watch showed him he did not have the time to make digs at his least favourite avenger, “ok we need to go now, Happy is waiting in the car” and with that the wealthy family made their way to the party. The car ride was almost entirely silent with the two most stubborn starks not talking. Pepper had tried making small talk to smother the uncomfortable silence but her futile attempts had ceased after seeing the shared scowl across both of their faces. The event celebrating 85 years of stark industries was being held at the plaza. High ups at the company were invited along with family friends, potential investors and even the avengers team were to be in attendance tonight, now with their newest member. Graces hands began to shake with nerves, everyone would be watching her every move, trying to prod and poke at the mystery that is Grace Stark. With a deep breath she raised her head and straightened her shoulders and pushed open the doors to the golden hall. As she had already guessed, almost everyone turned to look at her but she did her best to ignore them and her rattling nerves as she descended down the luxurious carpet stairs and walked straight to the bar to settle her anxious stomach.

After three hours of endless, meaningless conversation and gin grace was ready to go home. Parties like these always dragged on, there was rarely anyone her age in attendance and the music was always stuffy. Natasha was drawling on about a mission she had just been on but Grace wasn’t listening, her attention was caught on the tall man stood in the corner, his black hair was slicked back and his green eyes focused on the crowd. He wore a slick black suit that almost looked like armour stretched across his godly shoulders. The man was Loki Odinson, her father’s worst enemy and the younger brother of Thor Odinson. He carried himself like a prince, with strong posture that radiated dignity and a calculated look that made him look dangerous, if the rest of him wasn’t already a giveaway. He was easily the tallest person in the room, taller than his muscular hunk of a brother even. It made him stand out like a sore thumb and she imagined he hated it as he looked as if he was hiding in the corner and she certainly  could not blame him

A woman on the terrace caught his attention, her soft curls blowing in the soft evening wind and her green ensemble drawing him to her. It was something different about her that kept his curious gaze on her. She looked familiar, like he had seen her before somewhere but Loki couldn’t place it.

“who is the woman talking to Natasha?” the god asked, turning to his brother who smirked irritatingly before answering.

“that is lady grace, she’s the new avenger that’s moved in the room opposite yours, how have you two not crossed paths already brother?” Thor had laughed loudly which made Loki internally cringe.

“she looks eerily familiar is all” his suave voice spoke, hiding the interest he had taken to the beautiful girl with the dark eyes.

“she’s starks daughter” his slight smirk had instantly faded the minute the name of that vile man had left Thor's lips. the norns were playing their cruel tricks on Loki again, the only woman Loki had taken even the slightest of interest to in the two years being on this planet just had to be the offspring of the man he hated most. The vain, greedy and horrid man could not have created such a stunning creature, it just wasn’t possible. She would probably be just as bad as he is, Loki thought with a grimace. Two starks, the norns were being cruel to him indeed.

Grace turned to look at the god lingering in the corner and caught her breath in her throat as she saw that he was already looking at her. She had stared at him until her face started to flush like a schoolgirl with a crush. Loki watched her for the remainder of the night, not thinking much of it until she laughed at a joke Clint Barton made and a nearby candle stick that had been left unlit burst to life with a flickering flame. Loki knew none of his fellow avengers possessed any sort of power that would be capable of doing that, he also knew of how rare that sort of power is. It had last been one and a half thousand years since someone had possessed power like it.

|~|~|

Dracoris was a being on Asgard who controlled and summoned fire, they rode the large, fire breathing scaled beasts known as dragons or drekki  and fought in gruesome, violent wars that people don't even dare to talk about it. Their power was almost unstoppable, being passed between people at the decision of a mysterious and unbreakable jade green stone. Odin's daughter and heir, Princess Hela had wanted this power for herself however and so she decided to take it using the only magic in Asgard that was forbidden, blood magic. When her spell had failed and her blind rage had taken over the princess had slaughtered Dracoris in her rage, killing the last dragons on Asgard too. The three unhatched eggs were stolen from their beds of fire in Asgard's north caves where dragons lived and brought back to the palace. Upon Hela’s imprisonment the eggs were placed in the Odin’s vault.  But no amount of fire made them hatch and without their queen the unborn dragons lay cold.

Dracoris never retuned not for over a hundred years and people began to worry, none more so that the great king Odin. He was on the very brink of war with the frost giants, and pure dragon fire was the very thing he needed to win the fight with laufey and his giants.

On the stormiest night Asgard had ever seen a huntched old man covered In a tattered black cape had demanded an audience with the king and queen. the man revealed a prophecy on the return of Dracoris.

it will be many years, more than a thousand but the dragon will return. The dragons will soar the skies and the realm will see peace like any other. she will not be born to Asgard but shall be brought by love and fire. Dracoris will marry the eldest child of the rightful heir to the throne and their child shall have the blood of old elementia.

Odin had been overjoyed, almost bouncing with giddy. He smiled over at his expecting wife, content in the fact that his child would bring about the return of the dragon. haggard old man said one more thing before he left: they shall call her the dragon princess then later the dragon queen. the first that has ever been.

[folkoreluvr]

Return of the dragon | chapter iii “Grace cried power”

grace stark cuddled up to Thomas Mann was splashed across page six with a rather unflattering image of them both in his limo, their eyes scrunched and red from flash photography. Her father had waved it in her face at breakfast and grace had angrily bitten into her croissant whilst pepper stared at the two of them blankly. They both knew it was a fake relationship purely for the sake of pr but clearly tony was hoping it was more. He had wiggled his eyebrows in the strangest way possible and taken a large and loud sip of his coffee whilst he waited for her answer.

"what do you want me to say dad?" she eventually snapped this is why I stay away from my family

"are you happy?" she gripped her knife tighter and took a deep breath to fight the urge to dig it into her fathers neck

"not at this present moment, no" her tone was bitter and sharp which somehow amused her little sister as morgan was giggling at the scene in front of her

"oh grace, he just wants to see you in a relationship you know that."pepper smiled almost apologetically at the girl and grace felt that sickly feeling in her stomach. He doesnt want me to be happy he just wants me to get married. She smiled back at pepper but it must have looked more like a grimace because the woman gave her another apologetic look.

"Im perfectly happy single dad. I have places to be anyway so ill get going now." she walked fast out of the room with the croissant between her teeth and the magazine squeezed in her fist. The more she thought the angrier she became and by the time she arrived at her room the magazine had orange flickers crawling about it. That was becoming a habit recently and Grace had elected to keeping her hair away after she had almost burnt it off. Her skin was resistant to fire however, it had been since the accident.

The fire summoning was new however and Grace could barely even comprehend it let alone control it. She had shunned her powers for years, with memory spells and secrets. She didnt understand what she was. Was she a witch like Wanda or a sorcerer like Loki or a mutant like Pietro. The origin of her powers were unknown and after hours of research she found nothing. It seemed no one in the past million years had possessed powers like hers. All that existed was a whispered legend of a forgotten race of people with the power of elements, of true nature. There was only one person who might know anything about her and her powers but she was much to proud to go asking. Grace knew damn well he would laugh in her face and refuse, or worse, make her beg. Loki thrived off of power and dominance. He had the urge to always be in control and always be on top. It was something Grace respected and even agreed with but she just could not find it in her to like him and the feeling was mutual. In the months she has been an avenger she had stabbed him twice, he had attempted to drown her in the pool and were notorious for fighting and arguing on all missions they were put on together.

She let the flames grow on the magazine until it was fully engulphed. Puffs of smoke floated around the room in whisps of silver and shaped around her. Grace allowed herself to be calm closing her eyes and steadying herself until there was nothing but the charred remains of the gossip magazine. She tossed them into the bin and wandered to the bathroom she shared with Loki. However when she opened it he was stood dripping with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was angry yet silent as he rubbed some sort of Asgardian oil onto his pale skin. She stood there and stared at him for a second to take him in. Loki was a very private person, unlike his brother who was half naked half the time, she had never seen him wearing less than a designer suit. His body was defined and muscular and although he wasnt as bulked up as his Thor he looked strong, intimidatingly so even. Upon further looking she saw scars littered across his soft skin. Some red and ragged others rippled and shiny. Some that looked like slashes and stabs but many that looked like burns. They had been hidden slightly in scar creams but they were still there. Pepper had told Grace about Loki, how he had been weakened then controlled by the sceptre but she hadnt thought about just how he had been weakened. Tortured. Thats what it looked like to her. Loki would be much to vain to do it so himself and his brother is lacking any sort of similar scars himself. He seemed to have grown impatient at her staring as he rudely interrupted her chugging train of thought

"what do you want stark?" he looked strangely uncomfortable which was weird for Loki who always looked stoic and mildly murderous

"I just need to wash my hands. And stop calling me that" she walked to the second sink next to him and turned on the cold tap, letting it drive away the coal dust on her skin.

"it is what you are is it not?" he said without looking at her "a stark" her name left his lips like a curse and Grace didnt have to look his way to know his lips were sneered and his eyes full of hatred.

"ill have to start calling you prick then. Because thats what you are is it not?" she still did not look up but heard a loud clattering of jars and an almost slam of his cabinet. She heard him turn around and then looked up as he stormed away, black coils tapping on his defined back as he left.

Grace was lounging comfortably on the soft sofa in the library, her legs tucked up underneath her and a copy of Emma by Jane Austen open in her hands. A few hours of undisturbed piece had done her good. It was as if Loki was gone entirely from her head, her powers too. She was not worried about control or hurting someone, only Emmas unkind words to poor miss bates. That was until Wanda came bursting through the door in search for her

"there is someone here. Someone different I can sense it" she put her tattered book down and turned around to face the red head.

"why does it matter wan, unless were being invaded by aliens?"

"then kind of, shes Asgardian and likes Loki so we should probably take that into consideration" she chuckled at that and stood up. Together they both walked to the common room where several people were huddled around this girl. She was tall and had short blonde hair. Her skin was pale like Lokis and her eyes were dark  blue. She looked oddly familiar but Grace chalked it up to being blonde considering how many blondes she knew. The girl stood up when she noticed Grace and walked over to her, she extended her hand and grace shook it with a polite smile

"my name is Sylvie" she had the same accent as the Odinson brothers and the same diplomatic look that she knew all too well

"its nice to meet you. My names Grace, Grace Stark"

"are you his daughter?" Sylvie asked, gesturing to Tony who was sat comfortably on his thousand dollar arm chair.

"unfortunately" Grace said bluntly. Sylvie laughed, assuming it was a joke and Grace smiled awkwardly to play it off.

"you two look so alike"

"so I hear" she said with a chuckle Sylvie walked over to the sofa and Grace followed after her

"but I have to say you are the prettier one" grace almost blushed at that, she had always struggled with compliments and had no idea what to say other than an awkward thank you. Tony saved her however with his objections

"ill have to disagree there. Have you seen how gorgeous my eyes are"

"we have the same eyes dad"

Loki huffed loudly , visibly irritated by Sylvies complement.

"be careful complimenting the Starks. It makes them even more insufferable" grace rolled her eyes and glared at him mouthing cunt to him when he caught her eye.

"tell me Sylvie, was he this much of a dickhead on Asgard too?"

"yes, though you mustnt take it personally, Loki hates everyone"

He hadnt meant to pry, truly. But she had left the door wide open and Loki was curious by nature. He found her room a strange place, piled high with books and pictures. It was rather messy he observed and there was an open moving box filled to the brim with seemingly unused notebooks in a range of different colours and sizes. Grace was nowhere to be found so he urged on walking through her living room and towards her bedroom. He knew it was wrong to be doing this but he just couldnt help it. He knew nothing about her, she was a mystery to him. She appeared to hate her father and the avengers yet stayed willingly. She had powers he never even seen and he was entirely convinced shed subconsciously lit a candle with her mind, as ridiculous as it sounds. He pushed open the door to her room and saw her, her back was almost fully turned away from him and she was staring intensely at a ball of fire. She was holding fire in her hands that she must have summoned. Loki nearly stumbled back in shock and all but ran away from her rooms.

The dragon had returned, and it was Grace Stark

[folkoreluvr]

return of the dragon - II

The flashing red light finds itself transporting Grace back to her youth, to the flickering red light that would flash in the abandoned warehouse that had housed the chaste. She would stare at it every time she was knocked down and in response it would flicker more, like it was taunting her. She’s not in that warehouse anymore though, not with the chaste but with the avengers. Finally doing the right thing, the thing she hopes will solve the incessant moral dilemma that has wormed its way inside her mind. Grace pulls the small knife concealed in her suit out and slits the leg of the man fighting her, he spurts blood over her suit and drops to the ground, flopping around like a fish out of water. She twists her head to the side to crack her neck and lets her braid follow it, there’s blood speckled in it mixing with the sweat on her scalp from the fight. They had been sent early yesterday morning to a hidden base just of the coast of Peru, S.H.I.E.L.D believed it was a base for the hydra agents who had escaped the avengers. It had been a small team sent; just Grace, Natasha, Sam and unfortunately Loki.

 Despite their first meeting being something out of a Taylor Swift song, he had quickly turned sour and rude and of course she responded equally. That rudeness quickly turned to anger and arguing and then they were enemies, desperate to destroy each other and obsessed with beating each other. Grace wasn’t a killer, and she had never wanted to be but there is nothing she wants more than to bury her beloved knives deep in his chest. Arrogance dripped from his voice and swam deep in his veins and despite having no royal power on earth he acted as though he was the worlds prince. He had been on earth since 2018 when he swore an oath to do right by his villainous actions and help protect the people. He stuck to his word, ever the royal, but it did not require him to be a likeable person apparently. It probably wouldn’t have been much of a problem if not for the fact they have similar hobbies. Loki Odinson spent almost all of his free time in the library, pouring over any knowledge he could, reading stories of blood and sex and violence, just what she liked. Grace also spent a lot of the time at the library and so the two had given themselves designated areas of the large room, she hovered on the sofa  by the fireplace and Loki remained pressed against the cold glass window as he perched on the window seat. Their rooms faced each other and the walls weren’t always thick enough and so she heard many of the noises that spilled from whatever girl he had taken to his room for the night. He had been given the role of Batchelor and he played it like he was expecting an Oscar.

All he ever did was pick on her like that one cruel boy from primary school, making fun of her boyfriend and her lack of control of her powers and her family. Loki really hated tony stark and the feeling was very much mutual. Their consistent bickering was highly amusing to the rest of the team who took immense pleasure in watching the pair blow their short fuses. Grace had found no real reason as to why he had suddenly decided he hated her entire being but she suspected her last name had something to do with it. Many people hated her, those in the upper east side who saw her as nothing more than a gold digger, the die hard iron man fans who called her a failure to the Stark family and all those who simply wanted to be her. They had no idea who she really was, they just idolised the pretty rich girl she had made herself, always going the extra mile to ensure people didn’t dig and so that they definitely didn’t find out about her involvement with the chaste. Only three people knew her dirty little secret; her brother who she had lost, Natasha Romanoff who had always respected her and even covered for her and lastly her mortal enemy, who had dug into her past to hurt her even more. Finding out that he knew made her even more obsessed with keeping her secret a secret

Her hands were dry and sore from a long and hard training session and she wanted nothing more than to climb into a steaming bath until she pruned. She turned her back to the training room to put her equipment away in the designated spaces, Steve was often nagging the team about it, and was too tired to hone her senses enough to hear the door open or feel the presence of an unwelcome person.

“hells kitchen is such a strange name for a place is it not” her face dropped and she was sure he could see it in the reflection, she steadied herself and looked down, refusing to meet his eyes. “why does it matter” grace asked as nonchalantly as she could muster. In the passing month since she had arrived he had treated her like mud on his shoes, acting as if he was better than anyone and like she was the devil incarnate. “you spent a lot of time there did you not” her heartbeat was thunderous and her hands began to shake from nerves, she twiddled with the black ring on her left hand and willed to whoever controlled the universe that Loki would disappear. “why does it matter, Odinson” she said his name like it was a slur, spitting it out as if it tasted retched. “I didn’t trust you, and I still don’t, so I researched you. I found out what I could about who you really are stark. Id always known you’d be vermin just like your father but to actively go against him with your previous… alliances is interesting in a way. You may act so sweet and so innocent but I know your heartless, as heartless as he is” she had turned around then, eyes glowing green and rage painted across her face, it wasn’t possible for him to know. She hid per panic with a look of blank anger, not allowing the prince the smug satisfaction of getting to her, which she imagined was his entire motive behind his visit. She spun her mind for something to spit back at him. “many of us have dark pasts here Odinson, just like you when you tried to take over this world and failed miserably” the mention of the events that had happened almost ten years ago shook something within the god and in a split second he had her pinned to the wall. His large had wrapped around her throat and his emerald eyes glared down to hers with a look of pure poison. “if I know bloodlust” she chuckled out, her voice hoarse from his grip on her neck “then you know it more. But you know failure too, I do not” something flashed across his face, like a blue sheen had beaconed across him. He let go of her throat and watched her topple ungracefully to the ground before merely staring down at her. “what did you win stark? Your father banished you, your mother is dead and so is your brother. It would seem that you are instead lacking” he spun on his heel and walked out, his strides graceful like he hadn’t just threatened her. She pulled herself up and wrapped her own hand around where he’d grabbed her and warmed her skin from his icy touch.

She passed by her dads offices on her way back to her room but stopped in her path when she heard the sounds of the two princes, they were discussing a threat to new Asgard, a colony which had been formed from those who fled Asgard after the threats of the frost giants and Thanos. It was run by Valkyrie and was never troublesome, the small kingdom lived in peace. But there had been many reports of violent murders linked to some strange draci? (the voices inside were muffled) and blood magic. Thor and Loki suspected it was someone from Asgard who had travelled to earth and that the avengers must be prepared. Her dad had told the worried royals that the teams would look into it and assess the problem if it develops any further. The sound of chairs shuffling reminded her that she was currently snooping on things that had nothing to do with her. She span round the corner and pressed herself to the wall as the two brothers walked out, grace managed to get a glimpse of their conversation before they were out of earshot. “you really think it is her brother” Thor asked “I saw it, I saw her do it brother I swear it. Who else would have that power?”

The flashing red light finds itself transporting Grace back to her youth, to the flickering red light that would flash in the abandoned warehouse that had housed the chaste. She would stare at it every time she was knocked down and in response it would flicker more, like it was taunting her. She’s not in that warehouse anymore though, not with the chaste but with the avengers. Finally doing the right thing, the thing she hopes will solve the incessant moral dilemma that has wormed its way inside her mind. Grace pulls the small knife concealed in her suit out and slits the leg of the man fighting her, he spurts blood over her suit and drops to the ground, flopping around like a fish out of water. She twists her head to the side to crack her neck and lets her braid follow it, there’s blood speckled in it mixing with the sweat on her scalp from the fight. They had been sent early yesterday morning to a hidden base just of the coast of Peru, S.H.I.E.L.D believed it was a base for the hydra agents who had escaped the avengers. It had been a small team sent; just Grace, Natasha, Sam and unfortunately Loki.

 Despite their first meeting being something out of a Taylor Swift song, he had quickly turned sour and rude and of course she responded equally. That rudeness quickly turned to anger and arguing and then they were enemies, desperate to destroy each other and obsessed with beating each other. Grace wasn’t a killer, and she had never wanted to be but there is nothing she wants more than to bury her beloved knives deep in his chest. Arrogance dripped from his voice and swam deep in his veins and despite having no royal power on earth he acted as though he was the worlds prince. He had been on earth since 2018 when he swore an oath to do right by his villainous actions and help protect the people. He stuck to his word, ever the royal, but it did not require him to be a likeable person apparently. It probably wouldn’t have been much of a problem if not for the fact they have similar hobbies. Loki Odinson spent almost all of his free time in the library, pouring over any knowledge he could, reading stories of blood and sex and violence, just what she liked. Grace also spent a lot of the time at the library and so the two had given themselves designated areas of the large room, she hovered on the sofa  by the fireplace and Loki remained pressed against the cold glass window as he perched on the window seat. Their rooms faced each other and the walls weren’t always thick enough and so she heard many of the noises that spilled from whatever girl he had taken to his room for the night. He had been given the role of Batchelor and he played it like he was expecting an Oscar.

All he ever did was pick on her like that one cruel boy from primary school, making fun of her boyfriend and her lack of control of her powers and her family. Loki really hated tony stark and the feeling was very much mutual. Their consistent bickering was highly amusing to the rest of the team who took immense pleasure in watching the pair blow their short fuses. Grace had found no real reason as to why he had suddenly decided he hated her entire being but she suspected her last name had something to do with it. Many people hated her, those in the upper east side who saw her as nothing more than a gold digger, the die hard iron man fans who called her a failure to the Stark family and all those who simply wanted to be her. They had no idea who she really was, they just idolised the pretty rich girl she had made herself, always going the extra mile to ensure people didn’t dig and so that they definitely didn’t find out about her involvement with the chaste. Only three people knew her dirty little secret; her brother who she had lost, Natasha Romanoff who had always respected her and even covered for her and lastly her mortal enemy, who had dug into her past to hurt her even more. Finding out that he knew made her even more obsessed with keeping her secret a secret

Her hands were dry and sore from a long and hard training session and she wanted nothing more than to climb into a steaming bath until she pruned. She turned her back to the training room to put her equipment away in the designated spaces, Steve was often nagging the team about it, and was too tired to hone her senses enough to hear the door open or feel the presence of an unwelcome person.

“hells kitchen is such a strange name for a place is it not” her face dropped and she was sure he could see it in the reflection, she steadied herself and looked down, refusing to meet his eyes. “why does it matter” grace asked as nonchalantly as she could muster. In the passing month since she had arrived he had treated her like mud on his shoes, acting as if he was better than anyone and like she was the devil incarnate. “you spent a lot of time there did you not” her heartbeat was thunderous and her hands began to shake from nerves, she twiddled with the black ring on her left hand and willed to whoever controlled the universe that Loki would disappear. “why does it matter, Odinson” she said his name like it was a slur, spitting it out as if it tasted retched. “I didn’t trust you, and I still don’t, so I researched you. I found out what I could about who you really are stark. Id always known you’d be vermin just like your father but to actively go against him with your previous… alliances is interesting in a way. You may act so sweet and so innocent but I know your heartless, as heartless as he is” she had turned around then, eyes glowing green and rage painted across her face, it wasn’t possible for him to know. She hid per panic with a look of blank anger, not allowing the prince the smug satisfaction of getting to her, which she imagined was his entire motive behind his visit. She spun her mind for something to spit back at him. “many of us have dark pasts here Odinson, just like you when you tried to take over this world and failed miserably” the mention of the events that had happened almost ten years ago shook something within the god and in a split second he had her pinned to the wall. His large had wrapped around her throat and his emerald eyes glared down to hers with a look of pure poison. “if I know bloodlust” she chuckled out, her voice hoarse from his grip on her neck “then you know it more. But you know failure too, I do not” something flashed across his face, like a blue sheen had beaconed across him. He let go of her throat and watched her topple ungracefully to the ground before merely staring down at her. “what did you win stark? Your father banished you, your mother is dead and so is your brother. It would seem that you are instead lacking” he spun on his heel and walked out, his strides graceful like he hadn’t just threatened her. She pulled herself up and wrapped her own hand around where he’d grabbed her and warmed her skin from his icy touch.

She passed by her dads offices on her way back to her room but stopped in her path when she heard the sounds of the two princes, they were discussing a threat to new Asgard, a colony which had been formed from those who fled Asgard after the threats of the frost giants and Thanos. It was run by Valkyrie and was never troublesome, the small kingdom lived in peace. But there had been many reports of violent murders linked to some strange draci? (the voices inside were muffled) and blood magic. Thor and Loki suspected it was someone from Asgard who had travelled to earth and that the avengers must be prepared. Her dad had told the worried royals that the teams would look into it and assess the problem if it develops any further. The sound of chairs shuffling reminded her that she was currently snooping on things that had nothing to do with her. She span round the corner and pressed herself to the wall as the two brothers walked out, grace managed to get a glimpse of their conversation before they were out of earshot. “you really think it is her brother” Thor asked “I saw it, I saw her do it brother I swear it. Who else would have that power?”

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Return of the dragon

Pairing: grace stark x Loki odinson/dottir

Cast:

Olivia cooke as gracielle stark

Katie McGrath and Tom hiddleston as Loki

Chapter masterlist (incomplete)

Chapter one- the prodigal child returns

Chapter two - mean gods

Chapter three - Grace cried power

Chapter four - it’s a wonderful lie