#lady Sif x reader

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 30: Free Use- Sif

Summary: Loki gifts you to Sif for her birthday

Word count: 1, 858

Earth crushed beneath Sifs feet as she walked across the training ground, the moon high in the sky as she spotted Loki on the other side of the grounds. She gave him a confused look as she saw a gorgeous woman standing beside him.

“Loki, what are you doing here and who is this?” She narrowed her eyes questioning him.

Her questioning was met with a sly smirk from both Loki and the woman.

“This lovely woman is y/n, and I am here because she, is your birthday present for all of tomorrow.” He smirked down at the woman, the hand around her hip tightening.

“What are you talking about, Loki?” She continued to question, now getting a little annoyed.

“Well y/n here is a good friend of mine, and a very talented whore. I have spoken with her and she is your gift to use as you like for all of your birthday tomorrow.” He confidently explained, both of you with a matching smirk.

“How do I know this is not just one of your tricks, Loki?” Sif asks, eyebrow quirked and crossing her arms over her chest.

Her skepticism caused both you and Loki to chuckle.

“Come to the library tomorrow morning and see for yourself. No tricks, I promise.” He told the warrior, winking as he walked away with you wrapped in his arm.

******

Sif was on guard as she walked to the library, expecting this to be another one of Lokis games, but as she sees you sitting on the couch in just your undergarments and a pretty bow around you, she started to think differently. She eyed you suspiciously as she walked over to you.

“What has Loki done to you?” She asks, interrogating you slightly.

Her continued suspicions cause you to let out a sweet giggle.

“Prince Loki has done many things to me in our time, but nothing I haven’t fully consented to or desired. It was actually I who suggested being your birthday gift. You have me for the whole day and we can do whatever you desire, my lady.” You sooth her rushing mind, but speed up her heart.

You are now standing very close before her, your chests almost touching. Still not fully grasping her gift, you take one of her hands and place it on your hip, then taking her other hand and place it on your cheek. Staring into her eyes seductively you turn your head and kiss her palm.

“I’m yours to do with whatever you desire.” You whisper to her seductively.

As if the pieces had finally come together in her mind, Sif leans forward and crashes your lips together in a hungry kiss. With both hands now on your hips, she digs her fingers into your soft flesh, while your hands card through her hair. Her kiss is hungry and powerful as she brings one hand to your ass cheek and the other to your back, forcing you further onto her body.

****

After quite a heated makeout session in the library, Sif told you to dress and pick a book of your choosing. While she definitely wanted to enjoy how skilled you were at your profession, she also just wanted a quiet day away from everything.

Once you arrived down at the river on the outskirts of Asgard, Sif instructed you to strip down to your underwear and read, just wanting to look at you for a bit. You watched Sif swim naked as she watched you read (or pretend to read) with you chest on full show for the female warrior.

Exiting the cool water, Sif walked over to you. The water droplets shined on her skin like diamonds, making her appear as some beautiful vision. She smirked at you as she gently placed you to sit between her legs, your book now placed off to the side.

Her hands came down across your bare stomach, lightly tracing patterns along your skin. Slowly her fingers began to tease the waistband of your panties, sweet kisses coming down on your neck as she pushed her fingers further into your underwear.

Once her fingers reach your eager wet pussy, you let out a light gasp, earning you a chuckle from the warrior behind you.

“Though you and Loki gifted you to me for my own pleasure, it would be a great gift indeed to hear what sweet sounds I can make come out of you. Now spread your gorgeous legs for me.” She seductively whispered in your ear.

As you spread your legs, her fingers ran along the length of your pussy, gently rubbing at your clit every time her fingers reached the top. Soon enough her focus was solely on your clit, pressing down and rubbing it in rhythmic circles. Sif kissed and bit at your neck and ear as she continued playing with you, she wanted your sweet noises and that’s exactly what she got. With every moan she brought out of you, she gave you an approving hum.

Sif was not just a skilled warrior but it seems also a skilled lover, her skilful fingers bringing you to your peak quickly.

“Cum for me.” She whispered in your ear, her fingers speeding up as your body twitched and a loud moan left your lips, head thrown back onto her shoulder.

“I can see why you are Lokis favourite, I can’t wait to see your other skills. For now though, take off the rest of your clothes and join me.”

The strong warrior holds out her hand for you to stand on shaky legs. Removing your underwear she grasps your hand tighter as she leads you into the water.

As soon as you were both up to your chests in the water of the river, Sif made quick work of dragging you into her arms, holding you under your thighs as she devoured your lips once again.

Your hands made their way through her hair, tugging on it as you began to grind into her. Sif made a deep moan as she parted from your now swollen lips and began nipping and sucking at your neck, her hands beginning to knead your ass.

“I think it’s time you show me those skills Loki was talking about.” Sif breathlessly whispered in your ear as she let you back down into the water.

Leaving the water again, Sif winked over her shoulder at you, as she lay down onto the grass, legs spread and waiting. Understanding what she was asking for, you quickly make your way out of the water.

Kneeling between her spread legs, you begin to gently caress up and down the length of her pussy, collecting her wetness as you go.

“Would you prefer I use my tongue or my fingers, Lady Sif?” You ask her seductively as you stare directly into her eyes.

“Show me all the skills you possess, sweet one.” She answers, biting her lip in anticipation.

Not needing to be told twice, you smirk down at her as you begin to kiss down the length of her body. Starting at her breasts, you pepper sweet kisses and nibble over the delicate skin, sweet moans leaving her parted lips as you lick at each nipple. Your kisses and bites continue down her abdomen, over her hip bones and down towards her inner thighs, making sure to avoid her pussy for now.

As you look up to the beautiful warrior, you can see the way she looks down at you in slight frustration, playing with her own nipples and moving her hips to try to gain any friction.

“I believe I told you to show me your skills, not avoid touching me.” She half heartedly scolds.

“Patience, Lady Sif,” you tease her as you lick a long strip up the length of her wetness, “all good things to those who wait.”

Before she could retort, she was cut off by her own loud moan. You had worked her up so intensely that the sudden pleasure filled pressure on her clit felt electrifying.

Your eyes don’t look away from her pleasure filled face, as two fingers make their way to her opening. Changing from sucking on her clit to gentle licks, your two fingers slowly enter her. This new added pleasure makes her head fly back and a gasping moan leave her.

Curling up your fingers, you manage to find her sweet spot that turns her into a quaking mess. Knowing she was close to her release, you begin to suck at her clit again.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” Her screams out in a moan, her fingers tugging your hair to force you closer to her clit.

Switching to a faster pace with your fingers and sucking harder on her clit, Sif begins to hump into your face as she screams out her release. With her hands falling to her side, you rise to your knees again and stare down at the panting warrior.

“Do my skills please you, my lady?” You ask cheekily, smirking down at her.

Meeting your eyes, she raises to a seated position as she raises her hands to the sides of your face, bringing you into another heated kiss. This kiss though still filled with passion, was a lot more gentle and sweet.

“Your skills please me very greatly. Perhaps we should head back, start to get ready for the feast.” She suggests peacefully, your foreheads resting against each other.

“As you wish, my lady.”

******

Stepping into her bedroom, Sif finds a dress and a note laid out on her bed.

‘Dear Sif,

I hope you have enjoyed your present thus far. I have done the honours of picking out a dress I believe to suit your very obliging present.

See you tonight.

- Loki’

Lightly smirking at the note, Sif throws its to the side as she picks up the dress Loki had picked out for her gift to wear. Sif stares between the dress and your form obediently waiting for instruction, as a flirty smile grows on her face.

The dress, though elegant, was far from modest. It was tight, black and sleeveless with a large gap in the side to show off your stunning form. Sif could not wait to see you in it tonight.

“It seems our dear friend has picked out something perfect for you tonight.” Sif fully turns to you to show you the dress.

Your eyes light up at seeing the scandalous item of clothing.

“Well he certainly has taste.” You smirk back, taking the dress from her hands as you kiss her.

*****

Once at the feast, Sif could not keep her hands off of you, and the rest of the guests could not keep their eyes off the pair of you. Loki was never far away the whole evening, getting his own joy out of watching you two.

Most of the feast was spent in Sifs lap, acting as a pretty accessory she could show off and touch for the evening. You couldn’t help but grind in her lap from the way she touched you and the way her and Loki watched you.

[onegayastronaut]

hey! can i also get a ship from legacies, the originals and mcu?

i’m 5‘3, i have brown hair and green eyes. i like to listen to music, mostly something like lo-fi or indie. i also like reading. i‘m an introverted person and i don’t really talk a lot but if i‘m comfortable with a person i tend to be more talkative. i really care about the people i love. :)

btw i love your writing!! have a good day :)

Lizzie loves cuddling with you, and she'll usually lay on top of you as she talks about her day.

Rebekah loves your personality and will take you out on dates all over the world. She loves hearing about your day.

Sif is also pretty introverted, but since Thor introduced the two of you, she decided to give you a chance. She's very glad she did, and now you're one of her favorite people in the universe.

[mischiefmaker615]

How did we go from THIS to THIS?

•her character (and a lot of others) changed so much as the movies progressed, they kind of crossed over from serious to.. goofy. in my opinion :(

[pascaloverx]

Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

AO3 link chapter two

Chapter One

A calm morning awaits you as you don your attire of the Kingsguard. The duty calls to you. Guarding the safety of the great son of Asgard is an honor. The challenge is to leave your personal feelings aside. Damn was the moment you fell in love...

"Are you sure it won't be strange for you escorting your little boyfriend to a ball designed for him to find a future wife?" Loki quips as he strides into your room without any ceremony. You brandish your sword at the level of the rejected Prince Loki.

"It's conversations like these that make me know I should hit you every time you come to my room." You speak while holding the sword tightly. Loki walks away, smiling a little too much for those who seem afraid of you.

"I came in peace. Thor asked you to stop by his room before leaving to give instructions to the Kingsguard." Loki says, laying down under his bed and swinging his feet playfully. You roll your eyes reproaching him but I understand that it's good that he's helping you and Thor.

"You know if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your head, right?" You say it knowing that he'll probably enjoy you hurting him but that he would feel humiliated for being hurt by a commoner like you.

"And miss the chance to watch you two fucking everything up when my precious father notices that his favorite son is the one who will bring ruin to his kingdom." Hearing these words coming out of Loki's mouth makes everything even more real. If you and Thor are caught, you will be sentenced to death. And he will be king anyway.

"Tell your brother, I'll see him at the opening ceremony to welcome the leaders of each kingdom and their children." You say finishing and getting ready to go. But to your surprise, before you could leave your room, Thor was waiting for you. Accompanied, obviously, by the guard responsible for his security. You straighten up and bow, paying homage to the future king.

"Lynox, you may withdraw. The chief of the Kingsguard and I have a private matter to discuss." Thor says, looking at you. He scans you from top to bottom, as if he could undress you with just one look. You would like to live in a world where you could reciprocate with him. But we're not in that world.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lynox can witness our conversation. After all, as the second-in-command of the Kingsguard, he should be informed about matters concerning your security." You say, looking seriously at Thor and Lynox, who is unsure whether to leave or stay to listen to the conversation.

"Lynox." Thor says, and that's all it takes for Lynox to leave us alone. In the kingdom, Thor's word is only second to that of his parents. Soon, you and he are staring at each other.

"Are you proud? Your word holds more weight than mine in every corner of the kingdom. Want to test that with someone else? Your brother is in my room right now. Want to try to get him out with just a command, Your Highness?" You're upset because when you and Thor started to see each other as more than just royal guard and royalty, he promised he wouldn't walk over you.

"Dove…" He speaks so softly. His eyes watch you as his arms draw near. Thor then pulls you close to him, embracing you tightly.

"You enjoy doing things that put both my position in the Royal Guard and my life at risk. And I'm a fool for accepting it without a fight." You say, lifting your face as Thor looks down to meet your gaze. As you lock eyes, you slowly lean in towards the future king's face, being kissed by him shortly after.

"I'll talk to my father. Try to delay having to choose a wife. Or you could…" He begins, but you already step back, knowing what he's going to suggest.

"Become your mistress?" — you are revolted by the possibility of becoming the King's mistress— "To be the woman who sleeps with the King when he's not with the Queen?" Thor looks regretful about what he was about to say. You, however, look at him determinedly.

"You will never be a mere mistress to me. We could have a family together while the queen and I can have a semblance of a wedding." You laughed at Thor's foolishness. In fact, you were even afraid that Asgard was in the hands of a foolish prince.

"My love...shut up before anyone can hear all this nonsense. I'd rather die in battle than be the woman you cheat on your wife with." You say leaving disappointed with reality. This reality makes you know that you will always be just that for Thor. A head of the Kingsguard or a mistress.

You are a little shaken when you hear a noise and go after it to find out what is happening. A man dressed as royalty stands in the middle of the kingdom's trophy room. He is not known to you, you find his presence strange but you know you need to be polite when questioning him.

"This room has restricted entry. Only Asgardian Royalty can enter here. How did you manage to get past the Royal Guard?" You question using the most serious tone of voice possible. You hold tight to the tip of your sword that is attached to your waist. The man looks at you as if enchanted.

"I think the Royal Guard is busy preparing for the arrival of great royal representatives from the main kingdoms allied to Asgard. Are you usually so straight-faced with everyone?"He asks turning towards you.

"One more step and I will be forced to attack you. Tell me who are you?" You ask, almost wielding your sword, as a way of threatening the man in front of you.

"I hope you can explain to the King how you treat visitors. But since you insist on knowing, I am Steve. Son of King Tristan, future King of Kyrax." He speaks with such petulant calm. It's like he knew you would regret being hostile towards him.

"Your Highness could have told me you were a prince from the beginning. I hope you know that my approach was just security protocol. I will leave you alone." You speak cordially, trying not to show how embarrassed you are.

"However, I prefer your company. " He says as he watches you walk away. You turn around almost abruptly, confused by his revelation.

"I don't know how things are in your kingdom, Your Highness, but here commoners and royalty don't usually keep each other company unless it's essential." You speak keeping a safe distance between you and Prince Steve. Something useless since he doesn't know personal space and quickly got too close to you

"The Commander of the Royal Guard is right, Believe me, she avoids spending time alone even with me if it's not necessary." Thor says, entering the trophy room and staying close, but in a professional manner. The tension between the two is palpable and you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.

[mymelodymia]

Tickles // Dad!thor x daughter!reader

summary: your father gets back at you after pranking him.

Warnings: thor being evil >:/

Age: 14

Area/place: asgard.

A/N: I've been obsessed w/ dad!thor recently, pls don't judge me lol. Also it's hard writing a tickle fic when you haven't been properly tickled in probably over 2 years, but i feel most comfortable writing them so...

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You had just gotten back from visiting the team on Midgard on your own. Your father was lying on his bed, bored, playing with his long blonde hair.

You had also bought a plastic version of his hammer to prank him with.

You walked in wearing an avengers t-shirt, holding the toy in your right hand. Trotting into the large bedroom with an innocent smile on your face.

He sat up quickly to greet you with a childish grin on his face, which immediately fell when he saw you with his "hammer" in your tight grasp.

His eyes flickered between your "hammer" and his own, which had been sitting atop his bedside.

You giggled before speaking "see, told you i was worthy" you smirked as he panted in confusion. You tossed the fake hammer into his lap. He smiled as he realized that it was plastic.

"I got you didnt i?" You asked him, grinning sheepishly to yourself. thor wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and resting his head atop yours.

He wiggled his fingers on your side causing you to jump. You slapped his fingers away as he chuckled.

"You did. But, i will get my revenge" thor noted in a breathy tone. Your smirk fell as his expression transformed into a mischievous one.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being quickly pulled onto his lap with thors fingers digging into your sides. You screamed various protests to somehow stop your father.

Thor quickly bent down and blew the biggest raspberry he could just above your belly button. You screamed so loud you were sure the whole realm could hear you, and a few others.

"DAAHAHAHAHAHAHDD!! STOOHOAHAHAHPPP!! PLEEHEHEHHHHSSES!! AAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA" you spoke, clawing at your father.

"I thought you had outgrown this years ago!" Thor bellowed, he held you still easily, due to your size difference.

Before you know it, your dad was hovering over you and was sitting on your legs, which were kicking frantically to try to escape.

He blew another raspberry on your neck this time as he counted your ribs. You felt your eyes water as you screamed once again.

"Tell me, daughter, where does it tickle most?" Thor asked you, "here?" He added before blowing a quick raspberry on your neck. "Or here?" He asked, blowing a longer raspberry on your stomach, not even giving you time to process his words.

He stopped ticking for a moment so you could answer. "My tummy" you panted in between breaths.

"Good, now i know where to focus." Thor stated as you realized what a mistake you had made telling him this.

"NOO-AHHHHHAAAAAHAHAAHAHHAH!!! DAHADDHEDDDDYYYY PLEAHHEHHAHEHSSESS STOOOPPPP!" you begged as he showed no mercy.

He blew three more raspberrys before letting you go. With tear-stains on your cheeks, you punched him in the shoulder just as lady sif burst through the door.

"What happened?! I thought one of you was being killed! I was halfway across the palace when i heard some blood-curdling scream! D@mn it thor!" She cursed, slamming the door as she shook her head.

You and thor busted into laughter as she walked out.

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[jackiequick]

Marvelous OCs — Agents, Aliens, Asgardin and Assistance oh my!

Andrew J. West as The Kree Poet 📝

Earth Name: Enzo Daniel Ren Mills

Kree Name: Amos ‘ELREN’ Katz

Nickname: The Poet, Danny, Amor, Kaz, Spacey, Squirt,

Abilities: Teleportation, deep hearing, shapeshifting, and basic combat skills

Height: 5’11

Relationship Status: Single

Age: Human age 36, Kree years 42

Friends: Carol Danvers, Nick Fury, Maria and Monica Ramnbow, Coulson and a few others

Basic information:

Amos arrived on Earth in 1995, originally for a small mission for the Kree to understand and analyze connections between the human beings. He was just an new solider for them at the time, being careful and open minded about everything, he knew the mission taking photographs, scouting places and understand everyone.

But he fell in love with them, the world. Culture, people, food and services they had. The life they live being a hard one but he doesn’t mind it too much. Especially the music, sounds, films and styles. He adored it all, as if he was meant to be there! He knew he was different from the other Kree his age, he didn’t look like the others, he looked human.

Because he was—is human! With some of his memories and mannerisms forgotten from being taken over the years over there.

Sooo he went AWOL believing that since he was too young, they wouldn’t mind him gone missing guessing they would sent another experienced person to do the job. Amos changed his name and took a job in a bar becoming a poet who played his guitar there as he embraced the life on Earth.

Everything was fine until one afternoon he was working there, he noticed VERS—Carol Danvers—an Kree warrior and an young man speaking. Nick Fury, agent of SHIELD. He tried to keep an low profile around them, when VERS noticed him and called Amos over.

Fury was confused of course until VERS explained, as Amos shy away listening to the conversation and situation at hand. He sighed, even being dragged along for the ride.

In result, he met entered the SHIELD Facility meeting Coulson as him and VERS found files on the faces. SHIELD has tags on plenty of people across the country.

When he found out about that, he wasn’t proud of that kidnapping as his files said they took him when he just a young man exploring the Seattle woods stumbling upon Kree technology. He didn’t know any better, he was curious about it and wanted to understand his findings, as they knocked him out cold refusing to kill him.

Carol Danvers and Kit Ren Mills. They’re real names. Amos kept the last name part, staying as Enzo Daniel Mills. Eventually, meeting Maria and her young daughter Monica who was friends with Carol, even stumbling into Coulson while on the run.

They met an little alien designed as a kitty cat named Goose, but Amos was willing to call the cat Chewie due to him recently watching Star Wars and the cat was a fur ball in his opinion. Nick even wanted to keep him!

After the overwhelming mission was over, he decided to stay in contact with Fury, becoming an unofficial member of the agency that is SHIELD. Fury code named him, ‘Spacey’ and ‘Kaz’ having him the an extra pair of eyes and ears sometimes calling in if there is an odd occurrence some part of the world.

As for Maria and Monica, he stays in touch with them. Coming over to visit with his guitar, movie nights, as they teach him/help remember the missing years he had on Earth.

And for Carol, they became friends as she nicknames him ‘Squirt’ and he rolled his eyes. They shared an experience and understanding of not knowing who they truly are, learning to become themselves and experience life themselves. Reporting their concerns on Earth & Space as well, telling Fury all about it.

Hell, Enzo is supportive of her becoming a mother down the line and encourages Carol’s path as a hero meanwhile he stays an bit of an musician.

He remembers meeting a young Michelle Danvers, being a spitting image of her mother with a love for music and a dazzling grin that portrayed some enlightened powers. Enzo blamed himself for the music part as he showed her all the type of Earthquaking music and poetic lyrics he could find. But Michelle loved it very much!

Phoebe Tonkin as The Explorer Of Healing🌌

Full Earth name: Donna Winnifred (D.W.) Clark

Asgardin name: Lady Mira Damaris

Nicknames: Donny, D.W., Winnie, Ms. Clark, Mama bird and etc

Abilities: Healing anyone physical with a flick of a wrist or her fingertips. She’s also great as strategy

Relations: Lady Sif, Loki, Thor, Möbius, Fandral & The Warriors 3

Height: 5’8

Age: Over less than a thousand years old, human years 28

Basic information:

She was married to Lady Sif and in love with Fandral for a while (they’re dead now soo she’s single). She’s part of the Warriors 3 for years. Traveling the lands, healing and helping people, fights among the Realms and plenty of parties

She loves it but there was one places she hasn’t been to often nor explored every well, Earth. Sif and the warriors 3 were afraid for her safety and at odds with the idea of Midgard due to the fact it might be harmful.

Hell Thor wasn’t too pleased with it since he already been to Earth twice already but he scared she won’t adjust to it well. Yes, she already been to Midgard before when she met to get him back to Asgard in 2011 but she didn’t stay long to get an experience of it all.

She assured them that she will be fine and make sure not to get into too much trouble, promise to return back home. Even if people might see her as a witch if she uses her powers to heal someone or two, it was in her nature to help.

Due to her stubbornness and sweet tooth nature, she took to Earth’s culture with an odd turn. She had a strategy to go there and get a feel for the people, helps them secretly if she found someone hurt. Yes, Mira was scared and a little cocky to be there on her own seeing plenty of people walking past her however the fresh treats of the fall time soften her up.

She was a coffee shop in Las Vegas when it started, seeing everyone in their busy lives meanwhile other people were taking it slow. She was taking in and reading the small books they offered customers to take as entertainment, aside from the TV and music of course, Mira smiled softly taking it all in. She remembers Thor’s stories about The Avengers with their kids and Pop-Tarts, his tales about Jane, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark in their lab. The book she was reading had plenty of names in them, she decided to play around with a piece of paper writing them and try to adopt an persona with them.

Ms. Clark, Winnifred, Athena, Sally, Jamie, and Ruth. None of them went right to her, at least Winnifred Clark stuck in her head. She liked it, using it as she smiled.

The next few days, she stumbled across movies in the motel she staying and walks long the park, when she saw a little girl hurt and she rushed over to her help her. She fell off the monkey bar and her arm was hurting, the little girl Maya Sullivan who in the future would grow to become a Lawyer and an TVA agent, she was pouting upset but she wasn’t scared of Mira letting her help her. Once she did, Mira told her to keep a secret as she healed her with the touch her fingers and a gentle welcoming smile. Maya gasped saying, “You’re magic like a fairy or something! Thank you so much.” The girl happily ran off and left.

Mira smiled sheepishly and felt good, accomplished what she wanted, to help anyone who came in her path. She was lucky enough for it to be a sweet little blonde like her with such firey spirit, smarts and kindness in her.

Later on though, she would be found out by Phil Coulson as he was on a mission with his team to entrap an Enchanting witch from Asgard, along with Lady Sif’s help as she was the one to come to the man originally for guidance on the matter. Once it was delivered and done, Coulson thanked both women and they thanked him in return for his efforts. Sif returned home to Asgard with a smile but Mira to stay a bit long to experience Midgard’s finest things, Coulson gave her the Earth name ‘Donna’ afterwards since she was undercover for them during that period of time of the mission.

Eventually of course, her trip to Midgard came to an end knowing she return back to experience some more. Years went by, Mira did visit Earth accompanying Thor and meeting the Avengers/Young Avengers with delightful things to remember about them. Things went as far as Mira, also known as Donna Winnifred Clark, was brought onto some adventures at the TVA meeting Möbius and the others.

Colin Donnell as Agent Of Clearnce🕹

Full name: Alexander Thomas Boyd

Age: 32

Height: 5’10

Nicknames: Alex, Alec, Tommy, Agent, Stars, Chaser

Relationship Status: Singles

Friends: Henry Stacy, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson, Captain Danvers and a few others

Skills: Getaway driver, sharpshooter, archery, basic training with hand to hand combat, wound care, levels of communication, distraction and etc

Basic information:

This man has no patience at all. He’s nice and flirty, but he got a temper that is always ticking. He’s quick, smart, and a tendency to lay low to do his job for an nice paycheck.

Alex was always one to shoot first, ask questions later when it came to his job not just combat but as archer as well. His father was well respected in archery, working for crime bosses around his town and a few gangsters, which let Alex down a similar situation taking down men who he had himself believed were doing wrong in his cities. Making sure he was never seen, in taking moments in 3 story buildings to land his shooting skills into someone’s back then reporting back to his boss with results.

Get in and get out.

Soon enough he was spotted in by Phil Coulson’s agents after Agent Romanoff’s gave the man a tip of someone who was in the same position as she was during a mission. Since that very night, a millionaire called Damon Calver was being an old ass and transferring his money into vials of Vertigo doses as a drug for people. Alex was originally there to shoot a couple of personalized arrows into the man’s equipment and transfer the money to end the man as bankrupt instead. Everything was going fine until SHIELD showed up, giving him a proper proposal to stop Damon from his wrongdoing and after a while, Alex accepted the request.

Afterwards, he found himself being brought in SHIELD, meeting Coulson, along with the others. They always gave the man an offer to join SHIELD, telling Alex about their organization. Saying, beforehand, things at SHIELD used to be simple but over the years things got kinda crazier due to Aliens, Androids, Asgardins and Wizards coming left and right.

Alex is a rather chill guy, a helper on the floors running around headquarters on errands and scouting cities in different departments in the area. But he never stayed forever, wanting to do things his own way but if SHIELD needed backup he would make time out of his schedule to get some work done for them.

Always assigned to introduce new recruits and shipments out to people, hanging out with other agents and encounters new people every so often. He’s always someone’s right hand depending on a missions and curious on the circumstances of the situation. For example, he was tasked with getting files of the main 6 Avengers such as Bruce Banner and Tony Stark, reporting to his boss.

With his short lived medical background, Alex has always been an agent with the quick skill set to patch and take care of an agents wounds, being brought in my the medicine department for certain damage control.

Not just that, he was always well versed in wound care due to his past of being a sniper in high place taking down shots making sure where to hit and how clear his target had to be. Such as in 2011 when Thor came to New Mexico, he was one of agents tasks to taser the god of thunder to drop to his knees and shot him, if he did anything funny. It’s where he met Agent Barton that same night along with his darling wife and daughter years later.

If you ask him how many Avengers and X-Men are there, he will just tell you “Ah well, at this time there is a whole bunch of them, including their kids!”. He loves it though, since there is alway something interesting going on the news reports.

Victoria Pedretti as Assistant to the rich and famous 🖨

Full name: Josie Madeline Stone

Nicknames: The helper, JoJo, Maddie, Stony, Mother Goose, Potts Jr, The babysitter and etc

Age: 24

Height: 5’3

Worked for/with: The Starks, The Felton’s, The Richards, The Osborns, The Pyms. Mostly whenever the agency sends her out

Relationship Status: Single but always willing to mingle!

Skills: Languages, hand to hand combat due to boxing classes, patience, communication and time management

Basic information:

She grew up in New Orleans with a simple education and a nice set of friends. Her family life wasn’t the best with her parents sometimes working late hours, resulting in her having to help raise her siblings and figure out what job she wanted.

She had no idea what she wanted to do, more focused on being in the moment instead and enjoying herself.

But she was always into the idea of helping others, learning about other’s experiences and taking care of people. She has been very hesitant and scared about raking on the tasks, standing in the corners watching others instead.

Eventually that resulted in her realizing she liked social work, human relations and resources, and being an honest assistance to others. She became one of the assistants for a new media companies and small businesses, eventually working her way up into working at an agency.

Due to the agency, she was tossed into becoming one of the accounting assistants for Hope Van Dyn for a while, it was a simple and rather nice experience. Soon enough, the agency would sent her to be one plenty people to bounce between The Starks & The Feltons.

The Feltons, she was a little unmotivated and tired running around the children such as Rochelle and her siblings. As well her cousin Liane when she visited was rather annoying. Their parents dropped her of as the coined phrase ‘The Babysitter’ or ‘The Help’ since they saw Joise as so young at the time and easy to please, thinking she a simple nanny.

Joise wasn’t sure if she was a right fit for helping the rich and famous families, to experience it all when she was hired for The Felton. However, she made it work finding tips and tricks to please the kids and teenagers. They just wanted some attention and a bit of freedom, so she gave that to them around the house.

As for work, it was mainly a lot of odd emails she had to respond to and events reschedule for the family. The Feltons left her in the dark for a lot things, telling her to only do as she’s told and will be payed soon enough. Josie would sigh muttered, “Pym was easier..” as she would type up another email or knock on Ms. Felton’s bedroom door to remind her of a 5 o’clock meeting. Plenty of photoshoots to attend, parties to plan, following the weekends with children going to the malls, and in house organized events. But a lot of rooms and meetings were always kept out of her hands, but due to her sources she always got a tip or two about what happened in the rooms.

It was an spectacular surprise working for The Starks however. As it was, Jason who called a few agencies to send some help around the house. Whatever assistance is appreciated with 3 kids (yes, Tony Stark is a grown up kid sometimes according to him, Peggy, Maria and Pepper) for a while. Josie along with her co-workers, loved being able to stand on the sidelines and watching the routines, becoming familiar with things and helping out when needed.

Pepper loved it, Jason treated her like a little gem with how kind she was. Tony found it to be a charming addition around the house, meanwhile Maria Winter flirted with her whenever she visited.

Since Rei was just a kid at the time, he actually liked her finding it nice to have someone else beside his mother or godfather picking him up school, listening to his ideas, organizing movie nights and etc.

When Josie wasn’t playing with kids, such as giving them piggyback rides, she was handling the finer things around the house like paperwork, cleaning up the place and ordering stuff needed. As well as going to meeting with Tony and Pepper, making sure thing were always kept up-to-date and she was always in on whatever situation was happening.

Similar to other families like Reed Richard’s family. But like anything, there were families with high security and tough pasts to uncovers, and if she was lucky enough for it, she got information from them about it.

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They Find you Having a Nightmare

Word Count: 5902

Tony Stark: "Y/N? What's going on?" says your boyfriend, Tony, rolling over when he hears you making noise. You're clearly still asleep, but whimpers of pain escape your lips every few seconds. Your eyebrows cross as your nose wrinkles.

"No! Please Dad! Stop! It hurts! Dad! Stop! Stop please!" You call out in your sleep, hands curling into fists on your chest, clutching at the top you stole from Tony's closet.

"Y/N, baby, it's okay! You're safe now. You're not there anymore! Wake up baby! Wake up Y/N!" says Tony, frantically shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you. "Baby, wake up! Wake up, love!"

"Huh?! What happened?!" you say, bolting upright, finally waking.

"Oh, thank god. You were having a nightmare again baby. Come here, I'll hold you. Let's go back to sleep, it's not quite morning yet. We can still get a few hours before you need to get up for work." he says, pulling you back down into a laying position, but rolling you so you're cuddled up against his chest.

"Sorry Tones. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

"You never disturb me babe. Go to sleep, four o'clock is going to come around really fast. Don't worry about it." he says, pecking you forehead, encouraging you to relax into him further.

Pepper Potts: As Pepper comes home from another day at Stark Industries, instead of finding you dancing around the kitchen while making dinner, she finds a quiet apartment. Almost too quiet. "Y/N? Baby, where are you?" she asks into the silence. That's when she hears it, a quiet whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Hurriedly, she kicks off her stilettos and makes her way to where the noise is coming from.

"No, Pep, please don't leave me! Please, I need you Pep! I'm nothing without you, I'm a mess. You know that! Come back please!" you beg, obviously asleep. Tears roll down your pale cheeks. Pepper kneels down in front of you, before softly taking your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

"Y/N, baby, wake up. Wake up for me sweetie. You're okay, I'm never going to leave you." she coos, helping wake you from your nightmare.

"Pep! Oh Pepper! Oh thank god you're here!" you cry, waking suddenly and throwing your arms around her neck.

"Hey baby. It's alright, I've got you. Pepper's here, my love. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm never going to leave you, not for anyone." she soothes, rubbing your back underneath your sleep shirt. Minutes pass and slowly your breathing settles back down to its normal pace. "Feeling better, babes?"

"Yeah, thanks Pepper. Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay, as long as you feel better now. My pretty little baby. My needy little baby." she coos, pulling back to pinch your cheek, causing you to whine unhappily.

"Pepper! Stop! Don't like that!" you complain, pouting at your girlfriend. She chuckles, leaning forward, kissing the pout off of your lips.

"Cutie!"

You roll your eyes at that. "Pep, I just woke up from a nightmare, I'm dressed in a massive shirt and barely there panties. I'm the opposite of cute right now." You complain, flopping onto your back, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the sun.

"You'll always be a cutie to me, Y/N. Even in your crappy Walmart brand sleep shirts and barely there panties and messed up hair." she teases, standing up bedside the bed.

"Hey! Leave my Walmart shirts out of this! It's all I can afford, I don't make nearly half of what you do, Pep. You know that."

"You realize I am willing to buy you nicer things, right babes?"

"No! Charity is not allowed! You're lucky I let you pay the rent for this place."

"It's not charity baby. It's called a gift. My pretty baby deserves pretty things." she coos, pulling you out of the bed and planting light kisses to the crown of your head.

Peter Parker: "Morning babe. How'd you sleep?" you say, as Peter slides his arms around your waist and leans down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty good, caught a robber last night, that was fun. How about you? Was it a good night or a bad night?"

“Bad. Had a nightmare again. But it's okay, I got five hours, I'm all good." You say, like getting less than eight hours a night was normal and healthy.

"I thought I told you to call me if you had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Why didn't you?"

"Because Pete, you need your sleep, I can do without. It's fine, just drop it okay? We've got to get to homeroom." you say, sliding out of his grasp, shutting your locker.

"Babe! Don't be like that! You know I care about your health, mental and physical. At least tell me what the nightmare was about?"

"Alright, fine. I watched you and May die and I couldn't do anything about it. I cried for about half an hour while my coffee brewed. Once I had my coffee I was fine. I'll see you in Chemistry Pete." you say, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yep, see you in Chem." he says, returning the affection before you disappear into your homeroom.

Sam Wilson: As Sam comes home from his morning run he notices you on the couch, sleeping somewhat peacefully. "She must've gotten back from work while I was out." he mutters, heading past you to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he quickly changes and heads back out to the living room, expecting to find you still sleeping peacefully. What he wasn't expecting to find was you wide awake and panting. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks, sitting down on the couch arm, placing an apprehensive hand on your shoulder.

"Ahh!" You scream, before noticing who's in front of you. "Oh, sorry Sammy. I, uh, had a nightmare again. Don't worry about it, though. Sorry for screaming in your face." you say, cringing away from him slightly.

"Hey, it's okay. You have issues, we all do. Just relax, I'll go get you some water, okay?" he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets off of the arm and starts making his way towards the kitchen.

"Wait! Sammy!" you call after him.

"Yeah babe?" he asks, turning back to face you.

"Can you get me some of that juice I like instead, please?" you give him puppy eyes.

"Of course I can. Anything for you, babe."

Steve Rogers: Steve wakes up to his alarm going off, and notices you're not in the bed beside him. Confused, he glanced towards your ensuite bathroom. The light's off as well. "Oh shit. She probably had a nightmare again." He mutters, getting up out of bed. He grabs a shirt and throws it on before heading into the rest of the compound. He comes into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in front of you.

"Morning Stevie. Sorry for leaving you, I couldn't go back to sleep. There's coffee in the pot if you want some." You say, smiling sheepishly at the super soldier.

“Morning princess, how's the hips?" He teases, kissing your head.

"A little sore, you left hand prints you know?" You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You wink at him, pulling up the side of your shirt to show him the edge of the bruise he left.

"Seriously, I did? Wow, I didn't mean to baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?" He says, shocked.

"The usual. You and the team dead. Fury dead. But I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Stevie."

"Are you sure bubs? Normally you can get back to sleep. What was different this time?"

"Nothing Stevie. Remember I went to bed earlier than normal last night?"

"Oh right, forgot that. I fucked you so well you were too tired to stay up, even for aftercare. " He says getting a coffee mug out.

"Yeah. I need a shower, want to join me or are you gonna go on a run today?" You say, finishing your coffee off with one big gulp.

Steve looks at you, looks at the coffee mug in his hand before putting it back into the cupboard quickly. "Let's go, I can run tomorrow." He says grabbing you by your waist, swinging you over his shoulder with ease. You giggle as he carries you back down the hall.

Bucky Barnes: "Doll! Wake up!" Yells Bucky, aggressively shaking your shoulder. You were having a terrible nightmare. Kicking, screaming, hitting. With one final scream you shoot upright, breathing heavily. You clutch at your chest, feeling your heart race. "Y/N, it's alright. You're here with me, it's James. Breathe doll. Take a deep breath for me, hun. There, that's better. Just breathe doll, I'm not going anywhere. You're alright. You're never gonna have to face him again. I promise. We will protect you." He says, knowing that the reason for your nightmare was your abusive ex-fiancé.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah doll? I'm right here. F. R. I. D. A. Y. turn on the bedside lamp please. Hey, look at me doll. What wrong?"

"I just want you to know that I- I love you, Buck. I love you a lot."

"I love you too doll. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? I'll be right here, as always." You nod, laying back down, curling into your boyfriends side, clinging to his waist, pulling him to lay with you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn the lamp back off." He mumbles, holding you to his side protectively.

Bruce Banner: You lay in your bed panting as your husband leaves the room to fetch you a glass of water. When he returns, he sets the glass on the bedside table and gently pulls you into a sitting position. "Y/N, breathe for me love. Take deep breaths, you had a real bad fright. You need to bring your heart rate down before you drink anything, otherwise you will likely choke. Y/N, look at me. He's in jail, you never have to worry about him again. I promise my love, you're safe from him now." says Bruce, rubbing your back and planting tender kisses on your forehead.

"Brucie, what if he gets out? What am I supposed to do if he gets out?" you say, eyes teary.

"He won't, he's in for life Y/N. And if on the off chance that he escapes, the team will take him out. We've got you, love."

Natasha Romanoff: "What is it, babe?" says your girlfriend over the phone, clearly having just woken up to answer your call. Even though you're only a few floors away from her, you had to call her, you couldn't convince your body to move.

"Nat, can- can you come to my r-room?" you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. You hear the rustling of her bed sheets as she gets up.

"Yeah I can baby! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again, love?" she says, her bedroom door creaking shut in the background.

"Mhm, I can't move Natty. It's happening again! I can't move!" you cry, sobs shaking your entire body, despite you not being able to move your limbs. You can hear her bare feet run up the stairs of the compound, and try to calm yourself down, but the hysteria takes over you an the phone falls out of your hand onto the bed.

"Baby! Y/N, I'm coming sweetie! Listen to my voice Y/N. Listen to me, my lyubov. I need you to breathe for me. Y/N! You need to breathe for me!" She says, opening the stairwell door, practically sprinting down the hall to your bedroom. She quickly throws your door open, letting it bang against the wall, and rushes to your bedside. "Hey! Look at me baby! Look at me Y/N! Hey, hi. Yeah, breathe for me dorogoy. Good, yes! Just like, that my lyubov. Just relax everything for me. There you go my lyubov. Do you want to tell me about it?" She coos, stroking your hair away from your face.

"It was the Chitauri. You and the whole team dead. Loki on a throne, chaos." you whimper, leaning into your girlfriends hand.

"They're gone dekta. You don't need to worry about that. Loki is back on Asgard where he belongs." she comforts you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Clint Barton: As you walk into your apartment you notice Clint's bow sitting on the couch and you can hear the tap running in the bathroom. You close the door and lean against it, waiting for him to emerge so you can throw yourself at him. When he finally does leave the bathroom you do just as you had planned and attack him in a hug but not before noticing the cuts, scrapes and healing bullet wounds on his bare upper body. "You're home!" you cry out, burying your face in his neck. You let your tears run, and practically bawl into his neck.

"Hey baby! Y/N? What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hugging you back. The sobs wrack through you body, leaving you shaking terribly in between the heaves. He gently shushes you as he carries you over to the couch. He pushes his bow to the floor with a clatter and sits down on the cushions, pulling you into his lap in order to comfort you. He rocks you back and forth gently as you continue to cry.

"You got shot at!? Again?!" you whimper, brushing light finger tips over the healing wounds. He nods, stroking your hair. "Oh god, it's all coming true. Oh shit. Clint, what if you die?! What am I supposed to tell our friends if you go out on a mission one day and don't return?" you ask, tears coming to your eyes once more.

"Y/N, don't be upset! Don't start crying again love! It's fine, I'm fine. Now, tell me, what's got you reacting like this?" he croons, rubbing your back and pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead.

"I had a nightmare, you had gone on a mission with Nat and Coulson and they returned but you didn't. They said you died in gunfire. I was so terrified when I woke up." you say, your body still shaking.

"I promise that won't happen any time soon. I have the next two weeks off. Let's just relax and cuddle for a bit, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds nice." you say, trying to continue to take deep breaths and slow the shaking to a minimal amount."

Wanda Maximoff: You slip from your bed and pad across the room towards the door. Trying to be quiet you open the door, intending to slip out into the hall and go sit in the main room until the others began to wake. Your plan fails quite quickly because as you open the door, the hinges creak surprisingly loud, waking your girlfriend. "Y/N? Why are you out of bed? Where are you going, kitten?" she asks, sitting up in the bed, cocking her head to the side confused.

"Was going to the main room Wands. Didn't mean to wake you, sorry." you mumble, ears drooping on top of your head. Your tail dips down to rest between your legs.

"Why were you goin' to the main room, kitten?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had a nightmare again." you whisper under your breath.

"Y/N, kitten, you need to speak up. I didn't hear a thing you just said." she coos.

"Had a nightmare Wands. Scared me and didn't wanna bother you." you admit, bowing your head, ashamed.

"Baby, if you have nightmare you wake me up! Come here my love. No need to be ashamed, everyone gets them. Come here, yes, come back to bed little one. You're safe here. Come cuddle with me, kitten." says Wanda softly. Abashedly you walk back over to the bed and climb in with her again. She gently grabs your waist and pulls you across the mattress so you're laying against her chest. She begins to hum an old Sokovian lullaby to you, while scratching behind your ears. Your feline instincts tell you to curl up in to her, to wrap your tail around her thigh. So you give in and do just that.

When she finishes the song, you're practically asleep. "Wanda?" you mumble into her chest.

"Yes kitten? Something wrong?" she asks, quietly.

"Nothin's wrong. Just wanted you to know I wuv you." you slur, nuzzling closer to her.

She chuckles quietly, continuing to rub at your ears. You purr unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of her nails on your scalp. "I love you too kitten. Go to sleep now honey." She whispers, kissing your temple.

Pietro Maximoff: "No. No, no no. No. He can't be! You promised me he would come back Stark! Same with you Steve. You promised me my boyfriend would come back alive and well!" you shout. Pietro looks over at you, noticing that you're asleep and having a nightmare. He quickly places his book on the floor and rushes over to you, crossing your small apartment bedroom in less than half a second.

"Draga, I'm here. I'm alive draga. Y/N, wake up! Wake up my dear!" he says, shaking your shoulders, trying to wake you. "Wake up, draga!" he shouts in your ear, shocking you awake. You bolt into a sitting position, crashing your forehead on your boyfriends.

"Ow. That hurt." you mutter, clutching your head in pain.

"Oh! I'm sorry draga! I'll go get you some ice! I'll be right back." he says, holding his forehead as well. He leans down and presses a kiss to your head before running out of the room and returning five seconds later with two ice packs in his hands.

"Thank you baby. I love you Pietro." you say, taking the cold pack he offers to you before reaching up with your free hand to pull him in for a sweet kiss. You feel him smile slightly into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.

Thor Odinson: As soon as you wake from the horrible dream, you get up from your bed and stride to your balcony. "Oh, lord." You mumble. Holding your chest, you look out at the sunrise over the royal gardens, and notice movement by the royal stables. Upon a closer look, you realize it is Lady Sif, prepping a horse for a ride.

"Darling? What are you doing out on the balcony this early in the morning? The sun's not even fully up yet.  Come back to bed, my queen." mumbles Thor, his eyes open to little slits, peering over at you from the bed.

"Sorry Thor, darling. I had a nightmare and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to wake you, my love." you say quietly, crossing the room again.

"Oh, no. You didn't wake me. I just sensed your missing presence and woke up. A nightmare you say. What was it about?" he asks, worry evident on his face as you join him in bed again.

"I'll tell you about it later darling. Let's just go back to sleep. I am still tired and bet you are too." you say, sliding to snuggle against your fiance's chest.

"Alright. Sleep well my love. Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you too, Thor."

Loki Laufeyson: "Darling! Darling wake up!" yells your husband, shaking your shuddering from. You bolt upright, nearly bashing your forehead on his. Before you do, his hand blocks your foreheads from touching with a gentle hand. "Love, relax. Breathe. It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe my dear." he soothes, hands snaking around you and pulling your body to rest on top of his. He gently tucks your head into the conjunction between his neck and shoulder.

"Oh Norns." you mumble, struggling to even out your breaths.

"You're alright my dear. I'm here for you. I'm here." he says softly, hand rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck. Your shaking shoulders gradually become still as your breath evens out. "Would you like to tell me why you were screaming in your sleep, my queen?" he asks quietly.

"I was having a nightmare, Loki." you mutter into his skin.

He rolls his eyes before speaking again."Yes, I understand that you were having a nightmare my love. Do you mind telling me what it was about?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I watched you die... By the hands of Thor." you whisper, tucking your face closer to his neck.

"Well, seeing as Thor could barely catch me when we were younger, I doubt he could catch me now. Let alone overpower me. You have nothing to worry about my love. Thor is too much of a people-pleaser to even think about killing me." he says, chuckling slightly.

"I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. I love you, Loki." you mumble, letting your breathing even out.

"Alright my dear. I'll see you in the morning. I love you too, my queen." he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness.

Lady Sif: "My dear, what on Midguard are you doing awake so early?" asks your wife, coming into the armoury. She comes up beside you, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you flinch away from her. "Y/N? What is wrong, my love?" She asks, concern on her face.

"Nothing Sif. I'm fine." you say, pulling your silver polish out of your tool belt, along with a shammy. You grab one of the swords off the wall and pour some polish onto your cloth and begin to rubs at a tarnished spot on the blade.

"No you're not. You flinched when I went to give you a kiss. Not once in the time we were courting and in our marriage have you ever flinched at my actions. So tell me, what is wrong?" she says, pulling the weapon in your hands away and placing it on the bench before moving to stand in front of you. She takes your hands in hers and looks down at you. "Y/N. Tell me what's wrong." she says as tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"I'm scared Sif. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you to battle. I need you. I- I just don't want to lose you to a mistake on the battle field." you whimper, sniffling slightly as you try to stop the tears that are beginning to flow.

"Oh Y/N. Come here my love. It's alright. I'm here. And when I'm not, I'm being careful on the battlefield. I promise you, I won't leave you in the way of death in battle. You're alright." says your wife, pulling you into her body. She hugs you close to her as you cry into her shoulder. When you finally manage to stop the tears and pull away from your wife, she stops you as you reach for the sword again. "You and I are both taking the day. One of the others will get to it. Leave it, love. Let's go back to our chambers and cuddle for a bit. Sound good?"

"But what about-?" she cuts you off with a peck of a kiss.

"No. Leave it. I'll have a kitchen maid bring us some food around lunch and again at dinner. Put the shammy away." she says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the armoury. Hastily you stuff the shammy cloth back into the pouch where it came from. When you reach your quarters, Sif closes the door and begins to undress you. When she begins to unlace your corset, you let out a deep, relieved breath. You let her strip you down to your bra and underwear before pulling away from her slightly. "You're alright, my love. I wasn't going to strip you naked, I just want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go lay down while I undress?" she suggests, pulling you against her gently. She presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head and you return them on her collarbones. You eventually pull away and go lay on your shared king sized bed. You watch as your wife begins to undress herself in front of you. "Do you like what you see, my love?" she teases, pulling her under shirt off to reveal her toned abdominal muscles and her breasts.

"You know I do, Sif. Now come cuddle me." you flirt back before demanding her physical affection. She smiles and climbs into bed with you.

"I'm here, my love. Do want to tell me what your nightmare was fully about?" she asks letting you cuddle into her, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Just a large battle. You dying. Lots of blood. You were dying very slowly, bleeding out from a deep dagger wound to the abdomen. It was right about here." you say, shifting yourself back wards and moving your hand to rest on the lower left side of her abdomen. You blush slightly as you realize where your hand is.

"Darling are you blushing? Just from touching my bare midriff?" Sif asks, glancing down at your face. You nod shyly. "Darling we have been married for over a thousand years! Adorable you are!" she says, pulling you tighter against herself.

Dr. Strange: You bolt upright in your bed and see the Cloak of Levitation floating right beside you. "I'm fine, Levi. Do not tell Stephen that I am awake. It's nothing but a little night-terror. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." you say to the fabric, using a strict voice. You listen carefully and hear absolute silence. "Stephen must be downstairs. I should be safe to hop in the shower then." You slip out of bed, and shove your feet into your slippers. Walking to your bathroom, you manage to not cause a single floorboard to creak under your feet. The New York Sanctum is eerily quiet. As you begin to apply the conditioner to your hair, there is a knock on the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" asks Stephens voice from outside the bathroom.

"For fucks sake." you mutter, rinsing your hands off in the stream of water. "Yes Steve! I'm fine! Just woke up a little early!" you call to him, lying through your teeth.

"No you didn't. You never 'just wake up early' Y/N. Don't lie to me." he says, opening the door and stepping inside. You roll your eyes as he leans against the counter top. "Tell me the truth, hon. Why are you awake three and a half hours before you usually are?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You turn towards him and glare through the fogged glass at him. "Glare all you like, sweetheart. I'm staying here until you answer my question." he says stubbornly.

"Stephen Vincent Strange. Get your ass out of the bathroom, right now. I had a nightmare. Nothing too bad but enough to wake me up. Now get out!" you say, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

"Alright. Alright. I love you." he calls as he leaves.

"I love you too, Steve." you smile at his retreating form before shutting the water off. You step out and wrap your torso in a towel before wiping your feet on the mat and returning to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and walk towards the walk in closet you share with your husband. grabbing some clothes you dry yourself off before dropping the towel to the floor. As you bend over to pull your underwear up your legs, you feel a large hand smack your ass and grab hold of it. "Steve. Now is not the time. The Avengers are visiting later this morning. We can't do this right now." you say, straightening up and pulling the thin cloth up your legs easily.

"Come on love. It won't take long, I promise." he says, groping your breast from behind, pressing his crotch to your ass.

"No Stephen. I love you, but we both know you can't keep it short. Later." you say, turning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before drawing away from him to continue dressing.

Carol Danvers: When Carol opens the door to your apartment, it's nearly three in the morning so she is very surprised to see you on the couch, wide awake. "Y/N? What are you doing up, my love?" she asks, shutting the door softly and dropping her duffel onto the wooden floor.

"Carol! You're home!" you say, a smile breaking out on your face. You get up to go give her a hug and kiss but you fall back onto the couch. That's when Carol gets a text message from Fury.

"Check on Agent Y/L/N. She's been unsteady at work recently and been drinking a lot more coffee and energy drinks." it reads. She nods before glancing back at you.

"Y/N? What's wrong my love? Fury says you haven't been normal recently. No sweetie, don't try and get up, I'll come to you." she says, tucking he phone back into her pocket before crossing the room to sit with you. When she sits next to you, you almost immediately slump into her and begin to shake. "Hey, Y/N, look at me please. Look at me baby. Oh, babes, you look so tired. So tired. Why haven't you been sleeping?" she coos, stroking your cheek.

"Nightmares. Been having nightmares. Why am I shaking?! Why can't I stop shaking?! What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop shaking Carol!?" you begin to panic, which makes your body shake harder.

"Baby, calm down. Take a deep breath for me. Take some deep breaths. Nick says your been drinking lots of coffee and energy drinks. How long has it been since you slept, baby? Do you know how long it's been?"

"Three days? Maybe four?" you say, still clearly panicking.

"Oh Y/N. You're not going in tomorrow. No, you’re staying here so I can take care of you. Let's go to bed, yeah?" she says, pressing light kisses to your forehead.

"No! No! I can't sleep! I'll have nightmares again!" you protest, but Carol's already picked you up into the cradle of her arms.

"You're fine baby. I'm here. I'll protect you. You're okay, my love." she says, kicking the bedroom door open with her foot. She easily carries you to the bed and gently sets you down. Quickly making work of your office button down, she tugs that off of your shoulders and arms. She then easily unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants. She pulls them off of your legs and tucks you into bed. Once you're snugly in place she undresses and grabs one of her night shirts to sleep in. Throwing that over her head, she joins you in the bed. "Come here baby. I've got you." she says, rubbing your back gently as you curl into her side.

~Time Skip~ *The Next Morning*

"Hey baby, good morning. How are you feeling my love?" says Carol as you roll onto your back and pry your eyes open a slit before throwing an arm over your face to block your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds.

"I feel like shit. I don't remember the last three days. When did you get home?" you ask after clearing your throat and pulling yourself into a sitting position.

"I got home last night, about three a.m. You didn't sleep for nearly four days and drank a fuck ton of caffiene. Thats why you remember nothing. Your little brain can't handle that much stimulant, baby girl." says Carol, pinching your cheek softly.

You groan at the uncomfortable feeling. "Carol... Stop that!" you whine, rolling towards your girlfriend and burying your face in her chest. "Wait! What time is it?!" you ask, bringing your wrist up to your face and checking the time. "Shit! I'm so screwed!" you begin to panic, trying to throw the blankets off of your body.

"Baby, relax. You've got the day off, courtesy of Nick and yours truly. Lay back and snuggle into bed again, beautiful. I'm going to pop around to my place and collect your favourite flerkin. Love you, baby girl."

"Yay! Goosie! Love you too, and thanks babe."

"No problem Y/N. I'll be back in twenty minutes and I had better find you in bed still, missy."

"Alright, I'll follow the Captians orders, unless there's a punishment to be dealt if I don't obey."

"No punishment this time baby. You need to rest. Not get your brains fucked out of you." She winks at you before collecting her clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. When she comes back out her hair is brushed through and styled. "See you in twenty minutes babes!" she calls, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind her with her key.

T’challa : "Good morning Shuri!" you call as you enter her lab.

"Good morning! You're awake earlier than normal Y/N. How are you?" she asks, smiling at you.

You return the grin before answering. "I'm tired from last night if you catch my drift. But it also doesn't help that I had a nightmare either. Hence why I'm up so early today. I couldn't get back to sleep after about half an hour of laying in bed so I gave up."

"Oh? That sucks, good thing my brother is a deep sleeper then. He won't be pleased if he finds out you had a nightmare and didn't wake him up, you know."

"Yes I know Shuri. Please don't tell him."

"Don't worry sister, I won't say a word to him. Join me for breakfast? The kitchen made muffins!" she says, offering you an arm.

"I would love to! I really love him, you know?" You agree and playfully slip an arm through hers and let her lead you down the hall towards the dining area.

"Oh I know. I can tell just by the way you look at my brother that you love him. You don't need to admit that to me, you should really tell him though. Because he loves you as well. He truly does."

When the pair of you enter the dining hall, you see her and T'Challa's mother sitting at the table. "Come to eat again, have you Shuri?" she teases, kissing your cheek as you sit beside her.

"You can never have enough of the muffins! They're so good!" she defends herself, grabbing another muffin from the tray. You scrunch your nose at the pair of women in the room with you. When you finish eating breakfast, you and Shuri return to her lab, you assisting her with some of the typing she has to do. "How do you type so fast Y/N?!"

"Because she was an author for a news paper, back in California, sister. She did a lot of typing in a day." says your fiancee, entering the lab. "Good morning my love." he croons, kissing your cheek causing your face to flush red.

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impossible to reach • heimdall, chapter one.

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― pairing: heimdall x greek goddess!reader

― summary: being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn't as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse? – for the chapter: heimdall is annoying but you enjoy it.

― wc: 2.7k

― warnings & tags [for the chapter]: fluff, no mind reading, classic heimdall actions and manners, y/n being self-confident, flashbacks (little), monologue, touching, & more in the chap! enjoy. [also, so sorry for the wait but I really had to create a way about how I will use events in the story in right way and time, so, I hope this chap will make you forgive me about the days I didn’t publish this. ^^ *kisses every one of you*]

traveling around the asgard made you realize one thing at highest point than others; aesir people were living the most comfortable life they could get thanks to all-father who they have worshipped with all their living beings. contrary to them, all people outside this realm were having difficult times that too hard to survive fully. it made you sad and angrier than before because coming from a world under the judgment of zeus, your father, who looked a lot like odin in terms of being the worst dad of all times; they could make a disaster duo if they would come across to each other. both zeus and odin only were fighting for their own advantages by doing all dirty things such as using their own sons to conquer like they hadn’t their own choices.

looking at heimdall who was currently having an annoying time thanks to your dumb questions selected by you in pure purpose – it was fun to tease him since you two nearly were similar at age and mind, you realized how he was control of his father but you didn’t know whether it was a choice of his own or odin’s manipulation – maybe both because you knew how someone who needed love could give all of their royalty to the person who gave them a little affection only to use them. the path heimdall was walking on once belonged to you.

zeus, cruel and egoistic god who was your and kratos’ father, did same to you; giving you a fake love in order to make you believe he was – home, he was all you got as a family. he even tried to make you see kratos as your biggest enemy. the power you hold referred to a great weapon for zeus and seeing heimdall from this close, you could say how tables turned same for him. even if he was cocky and annoying, you pitied him, in a good way, having sympathy towards him which you could not show not to him, not to anyone. you only had one job; bring chaos to the asgard before the ragnarok begin to help your brother and nephew who were new targets of odin after kratos killed baldur; his best tracker.

however, whether you would kill all of the gods who cross your path was unanswered in your mind since you have seen them closely. some of them looked like they didn’t want war either but still, they had connections with odin and respect his choices of ruling realms. they needed to see the truth; odin only was a god who wanted power, peace and wisdom for him, not anyone else. others meant only weapons and tools which he could sacrifice without thinking twice.

turning to a statue of odin, you asked to heimdall who put a certain distance between you and him but not turning any other side than your posture. “do you love him that much?” sudden question took heimdall surprised and confused at the same time.

“what do you mean?” he asked, crossing arms together, “he is all-father. of course I love him that much.”

“so, the love you have for him is making your foresight go blind, hm.” it was rather a statement than a question. you knew it was all early to make him see his father’s doings but somehow, maybe feeling such emotions about his life that was similar to yours, you wanted to at least try. in the end, he could understand everything like mimir did.

when confused and angry expressions stayed on his face, like he was so concentrated about something, you shrugged, walking to the an area in which some aesir people were training along with valkyries who were watching them. when some of eyes turned to you and heimdall, the lord of the asgard and the enemy of it walking side by side, you felt awkwardness, so, you turned to heimdall who was looking at his surroundings now.

“you can’t read my mind, right?” you asked once again and now, he was angrier than before, especially when you left a chuckle.

“what’s funny?” he asked in pure annoyed tone, studying your body language from head to toe and making you a little nervous because it was long ago since a man was this close to you. you couldn’t count odin since it was all a play.

“you.” you said, honest. you weren’t trying to be rude or savage, no, you just liked to his company even if you had to keep this as a secret. he was the first god from asgard that gave you some joy. “because you shouldn’t be angry, heimdall.” when his name came out of your mouth so gently, he stopped for a second with confused face, making you stop in your trail too. now, you were standing in the middle of an open area, probably for fighting and training. people of aesir and valkyries stayed on your behind, not so visible from this distance but you knew how some of them kept looking at you, wondering what business you had with odin and his precious son, heimdall.

mimir said they didn’t like heimdall that much in the asgard because of his arrogant and egoistic behavior and you should give credit to them because knowing someone there to read your mind, see your intentions maybe more than you do is a hard to endure. from the perspective of heimdall, it was worse than ever. you couldn’t imagine how it was terrifying to hear all of that voices from others just for odin. knowing that odin never helped his son in this situation rather than using it for his own benefit, you smiled friendly and that made heimdall furrow his eyebrows.

“you shouldn’t be angry because now, you have a distraction.”

“a distraction? what made you think that you have such influence on me? no one can distract me, sunshine.”

you rolled your eyes. little time you spent with him but you already acknowledged his defensive mechanism; trying to see himself at the top of everything, greater than others, to actually feel powerful and known among others. he needed to know that the first person who should see him as an individual with emotions and thoughts rather than odin’s loyal son was all him, not anyone else. he should see himself, understand himself and love himself.

“I didn’t tell it was me, did I? but oh,” you intentionally bowed a little to his chest and pat his shoulder with yours like you were the best friend for a long time, “I forgot you could not read my mind. sorry.”

he looked so annoyed but for some reason, he didn’t move from your touch which was close regarding you two met just 3 hours ago. “oh, how funny.” then, he faked a laugh and you chuckled, feeling so natural around him even though you only knew him so little.

“if you found it funny I can make one of my famous jokes!”

he looked irritated by your high pitched sound, rolling his eyes, he said, “I am glad I do not see that brain of yours. I guess it is all the same in there like outside; all dummy and empty.”

you pat his shoulder, making him flinch for a moment before acting like it didn’t mean anything for him, “what you wanna believe pretty boy.”

you started to walk but when he didn’t move one bit, you turned to him, seeing an unreadable expression on his face as he kept looking at you with shinier moving eyes of his. indeed, it was a curse to be able to read minds all the time but now, you realized how you wanted to have this gift of his only to have a slight knowledge about what he was thinking in the moment because for the first time, he looked – unreadable. that was surprising and yet, impressive because in the end, he really had an individual unlike he choose to show to outside like a mask he put on his face to hide his identity – the real one, not the one odin put in him with his manipulation.

“what?” you asked, sounding curios and concern.

“don’t call me that.” he said, venom coming within his voice tone – sharp and mad. “never again.”

“what? pretty b –“

he was fast. he was really good at speed and you realized it when he suddenly appeared in front of you, close – so close, and holding your arms with a strong grip, making you look up to see his face. he was taller and from this closeness, there was only a centimeter between your nose and his lips. it was dangerously close and you could feel raising venom inside you from head to toe because the way he didn’t fear you like any other did and took a very close stance towards your body after such a long time were enough to make your stomach crumble with both anger and excitement. 

“are you really that brave to not obey something I ordered?” he said, sounding calmer than before but still holding heavy breaths which were hitting your face and giving your core chill without your control.

he was – he was looking good. with that eyes of his, golden hair that braided beautifully, and –

he furrowed his eyes, and you realized that you should give him an answer right away before he tries too hard to enter your head which he could at any moment but he shouldn’t know that there was a spell on you to keep his mind away from yours – not ‘till you accomplish your main focus on here.

“and are you really dumb to hold me like this?” you shook your arms and by the force of it, his hands loosened his power on the grip, leaving you free. you took a step forward, dangerously and determined. he took a step backward, confused and lost. “don’t think that I am a goddess who will take orders from anyone. do that again and you will face consequences.” you smirked, holding him from his chin, gently.

his purple eyes turned to your fingers on his body and then, to your face again. “and I call you whatever I like, pretty boy.”

with a mischievous wink which was a way to show him that you were the one who held superiority, you turned to other side, leaving him standing there for a while before he rejoined you, a dead silence between you.

“don’t worry.” you said, “we will not see each other that much from now on.”

both you and him knew it was impossible since you were with odin now but neither you nor him questioned him because there was a fact that you wanted to see him again – and he did too even though you didn’t know.

•

“oh, looks who are here!” odin said, happiness all over his voice. he was in his own personal room in which he was working on some papers that were placed on the table he was standing behind along side a god who had a massive body – even bigger than kratos, red hair and beard, blue eyes reflections of the sky, and a hammer on his belt. his body was covered with tattoos. from the way he looked and the weapon he was carrying on, you guessed he was thor – the god of thunder who liked to kill people – a lot. “y/n,” odin took your attention back to him when you stood still, watching heimdall took the furthest place in the room from you. “good to see you once again. I hope my boy didn’t create any trouble out there. right, heimdall?”

you nodded, “the trip was fun. asgard is more beatiful than they said.” you were being honest. Not wanting to make him mad at heimdall for anything, you added, “heimdall was a good company.” it wasn’t a lie either but heimdall looked like he couldn’t tell if it was the truth or not.

smiling more, odin nodded, pointing thor whose eyes were on you, looking uninterested about your presence but endure it for the sake of odin who probably had him in here ‘till you two arrived.

“my other son, thor.” odin introduced him to you and you nodded, giving thor a hand for him to greet you.

“y/n,” you said, “the sister of kratos.” in your previous life in the greek world, you always had introduced yourself as the daughter of zeus, like heimdall was doing now. you felt such power and proud manner while saying it because you were not the clever self you were now; blind to crimes zeus were committing while using his sons and daughters including you – mostly you even. however, it all changed when kratos came into your life and from that day, you began to introduce yourself as his sister and while saying that, it came out of your mouth so naturally and as it's supposed to be.

but when you saw the way thor’s expression changed from uninterested to angry one in a second, you remembered one thing you had not to forget in the first place; magni and modi. you cursed yourself – how could you forget about them!

thor’s hand found yours in instant but with the most hostile way ever. his grip were stronger than heimdall’s and he sure wanted to kill you in the moment.

not showing any fearless – just an empathy about his boys, you added, “glad to meet you.”

“yeah?” he asked, in a deep voice, sounding alarming. his hold on your smaller hand ended when odin faked a cough, making him obey his dad. thor nodded, saying, “yeah, yeah, all the same.” lowly.

odin left his table, coming to your side and holding you from where heimdall held you; hands on the arms. the gesture gave you realization that how heimdall’s touch didn’t bothered you or gave you any annoyed manner but when odin touched you, you only felt – disgusted. was it because the difference of the meaning of their holds or was it the owners of touches? it was odd and you had no answer.

“they can get a little weird when they meet strangers. but, oh,” odin smiled, “you are no stranger anymore, are you?”

you tried to look nice, so, you gave him a smile, “they even don’t know me in here, odin. the aesir people, valkyries and even your sons –“

“honey, don’t worry about it.” odin said, caressing your arms before leaving you alone. the nickname he started to give you were making your stomach ache on its own. you wondered how you would continue to endure this whole thing when it turned out to something you don’t want. odin pointed to outside, “there is a preparation now for your arrival – a feast. sif is already at work to complete it and after some hours, it will begin. everyone in here will get to know you.”

a feast? well, that was unexpected and since you didn’t like being the main focus of lots of people, you began to feel anxious about it. how could you face a bunch of people who would give you looks that would make your blood boil, wanting to finish all of them in there. but you remembered how you promised to kratos – your own brother. so, you kept calm, looking at odin who was pointing to heimdall now.

“heimdall.” he said, turning to you, “he will be your companion in the feast since I have a certain job to do after the introducing part. would you mind that, dear?”

heimdall crossed his arms and was ready to say ‘but’ to his father but you smiled happily, “of course not. heimdall would be happy to join me, right?”

odin turned to heimdall with a look in his face that alerting him to say the right words; the words you wanted to hear.

heimdall took the defeat, nodding to his father and giving you a look like he was trying to say he was going the night worse than you could imagine. however, it wasn’t bad because rather than thinking how odin would introduce you to the asgardian people, you began to dream how you would have fun with heimdall’s company, giving him all annoyance he deserved.

also, for some reasons which you couldn’t tell yet, you liked the idea being beside him in a room which both you and he would hate.

odin smiled proudly, “then, go and get changed, dear. this is your day after all, right?”

oh, it exactly going to be your day.

to be continued.

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“His Beloved” (Loki Oneshot)

Prompt: “Try not to die… again.”

Notes: GIF is not mine, credit to the owner, reader is black 💅🏾, all mistakes are my own

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The streets were eerily quiet despite how crowded they were from everyone walking home from the Queen’s funeral. You found yourself wandering into the pub because of it’s loud volume. At least that didn’t change. You saw Lady Sif sitting next to Thor on the balcony.

Thor spies you first and gave you a sad smile. You approached him and pulled him in for a tight hug while he was still seated. You cupped the back of his head and rubbed a few circles on his back. He relaxes under your touch, you felt your shoulder dampen from his tears. “I’m so sorry, Thor.”

Lady Sif closes the door to the balcony for privacy. The grip on your waist tightens, which was an indicator that it was okay to pull away. You pull away slowly and wiped away his tears with your thumb. You sat on the other side of him and linked your hands. “Does Loki know?” You asked him.

“No, I was going to tell him later today.” “I could tell him. You just worry about getting your head cleared.” “I’ve been thinking of a plan to lure the Dark Elves out. We need your help.” He explains. You looked to Lady Sif and she gave you a nod. “But I thought King Odin declared that we were in a temporary state of emergency?”

“He did. We reside outside the law on this endeavor,” Thor states. “I understand if you can’t help. You have your family to look out for.” “You and Loki are my family,” you rested your hand on his. “Thank you, Lady Y/N.” His lips twitched and he squeezed your hand.

“When is the briefing?” “My quarters at dawn,” you nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before standing from the chair. “Where are you going?” Lady Sif asks. “To visit Loki,” “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” “Its just a visit,” you grew annoyed by her advances. “I don’t know what you see in him, Y/N. He’s a trickster. He has no honor,”

“It’s not your job to understand who I fancy, Lady Sif. Good night,” you dismissed, rushing off the balcony and back into the street. “How many times is she going to allow him to hurt her?” Sif asks Thor. “She loves him. It’s not just something she can turn off.”

**

You went home to change into something more comfortable before entering the castle. “I need a moment with him,” you told the guard, Loki’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Lady Y/N,”

“He doesn’t know… He deserves to know.” You said softly. “Very well,” you stared at the guard for a moment. “Absolutely not,” he adds. “I’ll leave my weapons here,” “You are a weapon,”

“I’m no harm. I promise you.” “I can’t risk the lives of everyone on my post based on a promise,” you opened your mouth to object once again. “You will let her pass,” Thor’s voice booms behind you. “Your Grace,” the guard bows his head. “My apologies, Lady Y/N.”

“Don’t apologize for doing your job,” you gave him a smile. “Thank you, Your Grace.” You said to Thor. You walked passed the nearby guards and waited for them to open the gate.

“What drove you to grace me with your presence, Y/N?” He smiles at you playfully until he registers your sad expression. “What happened? Are you hurt?” You walked through the gate and they put it back up. Taking your hands into his, your gazed into his hazel green eyes.

It was nice to be held by him again. These passed six months have been difficult. The first month of his absence was the worst. The nightmares. The emptiness. You haven’t felt anything like it. You missed him.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” “What is it? You’re worrying me, darling.” “It’s your mother.. the Dark Elves planned an attack to get the Aether that has made Jane it’s host. Your mother gave her life to protect her.” He pulls away from your hands. “When was this?” A tear trails down his cheek and you felt compelled to wipe it away.

But you knew that he needed space and you respected that. “This morning. The funeral was this evening,” he runs a hand over his face as he turns away from you. You bowed you head for a moment. The thought of leaving him be crossed your mind.

He yells out and all the furniture in the cell flies against the gate. The guards. rush over to the cell and you held your hand up, signaling that were okay. “Loki,” you uttered when he falls to his knees. You heart broke when you rounded him and saw his tear stained cheeks.

He looks up at you as broken as the day he found out he was of Jotunheim lineage, desperate for intimacy and reassurance. You held the side of his face and more stray tears left his eyes. He rests his forehead against your stomach and your hands smoothed over his gelled hair.

“Did she suffer?” He croaked. “She was stabbed through the heart,” his grip on your thighs tightened. You knew exactly where he was going with this. “Let yourself grieve. Even if it is for a moment.” You said softly, continued to smooth your hand over his hair.

**

Today was the day. The day you would get thrown in jail for treason for helping Thor escape with Loki and Jane. You were posted with Volstagg outside of the elven ship. Volstagg shot you a look when he sees Thor with Jane and Loki on either side of him. “Just.. don’t kiss him.” He grumbles.

“I’m not going to kiss him,” you reassure him. Thor approaches held out his hand and you grasped his forearm. He leaned his forehead against yours. “Be careful,” you told him as he pulled away. Jane gave you a once, jealousy takes a hold of her until she saw the way you looked at Loki when he approached you.

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get tried for treason,” Loki scolds. “You needn’t worry about that. Come here,” you pulled him close by the back of his neck and he rests his head on your shoulder. Feeling his breath fan against the sensitive part of your neck. Volstagg converses with Thor while Jane watches the whole interaction.

From someone who’s done nothing but wreck havoc, she never would have thought he had a gentle side of him. “Try not to die..” “Again,” you added in unison. You pull away from each other and exchanged a smile. “Off you go,” Volstagg said to the group.

Thor grabbed Loki and made their way over to the ship. You turned your attention to the sound of metal scraping and men’s voice. “Loki!” You heard Thor call from behind you. Before you had time to register, you felt a large hand cup your chin.

Loki devours your lips for a few paces, nibbling at your bottom lip and massaging your tongue with his. He pecks your lips afterwards and left you dumbfounded.

Thor drags Loki away from you and throws him into the ship. “Couldn’t leave my beloved without a goodbye kiss, could I?” You heard his voice in your head. “Took you long enough. You come back here in one piece, you understand?” “As you wish, darling.” You smiled as his soft baritone soothes your nerves.

Volstagg nudges you off balance and you had to use your magic to stay upright. You sent him a glare. “You said you weren’t going to kiss him,” he scolds. “He kissed me,” “You didn’t exactly oppose, did you? Gods, I’m going to be sick.” “Let’s just get this over with,” you gesture to the ten to twelve men rushing towards you.

[girlfromasgardsblog]

Revels

Asgard

Your girl from Asgard is currently at the revels hosted on the celebration of the Summer Solstice (Sonnenwende). I can see Sif waiting for the Prince and heir to Asgard, Thor Odinson, to ask her for a dance but he enjoys the revels from his seat, looking at his people and breathing the scent of festivities.

[swan-of-sunrise]

Endgame (Chapter Seven)

Summary: (Y/N), Thor and Rocket travel to 2013 Asgard on a mission for the Reality Stone, but an unexpected setback forces (Y/N) to seek the help of an old friend.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a depiction and discussion of grief disorders, PTSD and their symptoms, and a brief scene depicting a panic attack

A/N: This was a very sad chapter to write but also one I’m incredibly proud of! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Seven May 2013 Asgard (Previous Chapter)

With a blinding flash of light, the trio swiftly grew to their usual heights and landed with wobbly legs onto a stone-covered floor, taking a moment to regain their bearings before deactivating their Quantum suits and looking up at their surroundings. They were standing in the middle of a grand chamber, with towering pillars carved with sophisticated designs and domed ceilings decorated to perfection with intricate paintings detailing the long history of Asgard; the edges of the arched windows were adorned with gold moldings and as she looked out at the sprawling city outside, (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile through the sadness brought on by the beautiful sight. Asgard had once been a stunning realm filled with such rich history and technological achievements rivaled only by Wakanda’s, but it was violently destroyed and those who survived Ragnarok had been decimated twice-over by Thanos. We can’t fix what happened to their home or the attack they suffered on the Statesman, but we can sure as hell bring their Vanished friends and family back to them, (Y/N) silently vowed, brushing off her brand-new black tactical uniform and adjusting the pieces of her old Asgardian armor.

“Now this is more like it,” Rocket muttered as he took an appreciative look at their opulent surroundings. “This fancy palace has a treasure vault, right?”

(Y/N) gave the raccoon a stern look. “That’s not what we’re here for, Rocket.”

“Hey, it was just an idea!” He exclaimed defensively. “You know, (Y/L/N), the Tesseract’s just collecting dust down there in that vault right now; explain why we couldn’t just grab it while we’re already here for the Reality Stone, again?”

A sharp clattering noise echoed off the stone walls and caused them both to draw their blasters as they whirled around, only to see Thor stumbling away from the gilded candelabra he’d knocked over and lumbering out of the chamber. “Because as it is, our hands are plenty full without adding another Infinity Stone to our mission.” (Y/N) slung her blaster’s strap over her shoulders and hurried after the semi-sober Asgardian. “Thor!”

The sound of approaching footsteps at the end of the hallway spurred her on and she managed to shove Thor behind the nearest pillar just in the nick of time, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle his protests as the footsteps grew louder. Four familiar Asgardians soon strode past their hiding spot, thankfully unaware of their presence as they walked with purpose: a fair-skinned woman with flowing black hair and shining silver armor, a blonde man sporting a carefully groomed mustache and goatee, a larger man with a frizzy head of bright red hair and a bushy beard, and a shorter man with slicked-back dark hair and intelligent eyes beneath a prominent brow. Thor’s own eyes were filled with longing and regret as he watched the foursome disappear from view; when (Y/N) removed her hand from his mouth, he croaked out, “My friends. Those are…those were my friends…”

“Sif, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun, right?” Thor nodded and (Y/N) gave his shoulder a consoling squeeze. “I’ve seen flashes of them in Loki’s memories; they seemed like they were very loyal friends to you.”

“They were…but not to Loki. They hardly ever treated Loki kindly…” The Asgardian’s voice shook with grief. “W-Why didn’t I ever tell them to stop?”

“Thor-”

“Why didn’t I speak up for my brother?”

Rocket poked his head around the column. “The coast is clear, guys, c’mon!” He frowned when he noticed Thor’s emotional state and (Y/N)’s helpless expression. “Everything okay, Thor?”

Taking a trembling breath, Thor nodded once and attempted to smile. “Yes, I-I’m fine. Jane’s chambers are this way.”

The Asgardian reluctantly took the lead and as they made their way down the deserted hallway, (Y/N) and Rocket exchanged a knowing look; Thor was handling their mission far worse than they anticipated and the sooner they got their hands on the Aether, the sooner they could get him home and away from the triggering memories of his past. Once they reached the end of the hall, they found themselves standing in a large corridor lined with columns, elevated tombs and flame-filled basins, the warm sunlight streaming through the windows illuminating the space and the sweet smell of roses filling the pleasantly warm air.

“Someone’s coming!”

Rocket grabbed onto (Y/N)’s belt and pulled her behind the nearest crypt as she latched her hands around Thor’s arm, and the three of them pressed themselves closer to the carved stone as a handmaiden walked past and knocked on the nearest door; (Y/N) peeked around the crypt and watched as the door opened to reveal Doctor Jane Foster, smiling to herself when the scientist balked at the bundle of fabric draped over the handmaiden’s arm. “For you, Lady Jane.”

“…Um, do you have anything with…pants?”

“Pants?”

Jane’s brown eyes widened at the Asgardian’s confusion and quickly replied, “Never mind, these will be fine. Thank you.”

“Yes, milady.”

When the door closed and the handmaiden walked away, they stood and Thor’s eyes remained fixated on the door ahead of them. “That’s Jane…”

“Okay, I think the easiest way to get that stone would be for me to go in there by myself and explain our situation to her.” (Y/N) reached into her pocket and withdrew the small extraction device that Bruce and Tony created for them the night before. “She’s a brilliant scientist with a deep understanding of quantum physics, so this shouldn’t be too much of a stretch for her to believe; the fact that we’re both human and both women doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Or, we can get Tubby over there to charm her so that I can poke her with that thing and extract the Reality Stone,” Rocket countered as he scampered up onto the crypt and shrugged. “And then, we’ll get gone lickety-split before we run into any of those creepy-ass Dark Elves.”

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, (Y/N) turned to ask for Thor’s opinion and frowned when she noticed how he was backing away from them. “Thor?”

“I’ll be back, okay? There’s a wine cellar that’s just down there. My father used to have this huge barrel of Aakonian ale that you guys might like, so I’ll see if the scullery has a couple of to-go cups…”

A displeased Rocket crossed his arms over his chest. “Aren’t you drunk enough already?” The sounds of more approaching footsteps forced them to duck down behind the crypt and they watched as a small group of women walked through the corridor; the woman leading the group was beautiful, with long flaxen hair that was styled to perfection and an ornate blue dress adorned with pieces of golden armor, and (Y/N) didn’t need to delve into Loki’s memories or even glance over at Thor to know who she was. When the Queen of Asgard and her handmaidens turned the corner, Rocket stood up on the crypt and turned towards them. “Who’s the fancy broad?”

“It’s my mother…” Thor croaked, his expression crumpling as his eyes filled with more tears. “She dies today.”

“…Oh.”

(Y/N)’s brow furrowed in worry as the Asgardian’s breathing accelerated and his unfocused eyes darted around his surroundings. “Are you okay, Thor?”

Thor shook his head. “I-I can’t do this, I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have come. This was a bad idea…”

“Come here,” Rocket demanded, gesturing to the spot in front of him.

“No, no, no, I think I’m having…I-I’m having a panic attack.”

(Y/N) took a cautious step closer to him. “I think you are, too. I need you to take a deep breath for me, Thor, can you do that?”

“I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be here…”

“Come here. Right here.”

“I shouldn’t be here…this is…th-this is a bad-”

Rocket slapped Thor in the face and (Y/N)’s jaw dropped in outrage. “Seriously, Rocket?!”

The raccoon was unperturbed by her outburst as he launched into his stern tirade. “You think you’re the only one who lost people? What do you think we’re doing here? I lost the only family I ever had; Quill, Groot, Drax, the chick with the antenna, all gone.” He pointed at (Y/N). “(Y/L/N) here lost her frikin’ baby! Now, I get you miss your mom, but she’s gone. Really gone. And there are plenty of people who are only kinda gone…but you can help them. So, is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs outta your beard, make schmoopy talk to Pretty Pants, and when she’s not looking, such out the Infinity Stone and help us get our families back?”

As he took in his teammate’s impassioned words, Thor started to wipe away his tears. “O-Okay.”

“We both believe in you, Thor,” (Y/N) added, reaching forward and taking one of his large hands in hers, an encouraging smile on her face despite her mounting apprehension. “You can do this.”

“Yes.” The Asgardian nodded to himself. “Yes, I can.”

“Good.” Rocket jumped down from the crypt and gave (Y/N) a sheepish look as they fell into step. “Was the slap too much?”

(Y/N) sighed and nodded. “Undoubtedly, but the speech was just right.” She spared Thor, who was murmuring words of encouragement to himself and anxiously adjusting his stained sweater, a brief glance over her shoulder before grimacing and whispering, “I still think my plan is better. Thor doesn’t seem okay, Rocket, and he shouldn’t be doing this right after having a panic attack.”

“Nah, he’s fine! Isn’t that right, Heartbreaker?” They both turned around to see an empty stretch of corridor and no Thor in sight. “Thor? Thor!”

With a groan of frustration, (Y/N) closed her eyes and dropped her head into her hand. “Dammit, this cannot be happening right now…”

Rocket’s mouth hung open in stunned disbelief as he turned to her and threw his hands up into the air. “Well, what the hell do we do now?!”

“I don’t know, Rocket, just give me a second to think,” She snapped back and fought to keep her own rising panic in check. “Shit, shit, shit. We can’t search the palace for someone who doesn’t want to be found and steal an Infinity Stone at the same time, not when the Dark Elves will be launching their attack soon…” While she thought up various scenarios only to deem them improbable in the same moment, (Y/N) recalled the last piece of advice she’d received from Natasha before embarking on their slowly-unraveling time heist.

“Stay safe out there, hot-shot; don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Natasha would know exactly what to do, (Y/N) thought to herself as she called to mind her friend’s parting words, she’d get in touch with one of her hundreds of contacts around the globe and formulate the perfect plan while only going off her intuition-

“That’s it!” (Y/N) exclaimed, bending down and pressing the extraction device into Rocket’s small hand. “Here, take this and if I’m not back in twenty minutes, then you’ve got my permission to get that stone by any means necessary.” She gave his shoulder a gentle pat before turning and sprinting away down the corridor. “I’ll be back soon!”

“Wait, where the hell are you going?!”

“To ask an old friend for a favor!”

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Considering how technologically-advanced Asgard was and how physically powerful its people were compared to humans, it was fairly easy for (Y/N) to break into the palace’s underground dungeons; a small scuffle and a couple of stun discs later, she was brushing herself off and stepping into the maze of cells in search of her old friend. Each cell was walled off by glowing gold-tinged force fields, translucent so that visitors could see in and prisoners could look out, and (Y/N) found herself quickly scanning each occupied cell as she jogged down the eerily-silent halls.

When she rounded the first block of cells, (Y/N) skidded to a sudden stop and her breath hitched as her eyes landed on the figure lying in the cell before her. Loki Odinson – the God of Mischief, the youngest Prince of Asgard and her unlikely friend – was reclined on his bed, his ankles crossed and an arm tucked beneath his head while he tossed a silver cup high into the air over and over again. His handsome features were etched with boredom and perhaps a hint of self-pity, and (Y/N) found herself beginning to tear up; Loki had spent so much of his life believing that he didn’t truly belong and that no one would come to understand him, but (Y/N) did. In the short time they knew one another, the pair bonded over their shared loneliness and the dangerous situation that they were forced to navigate together and in that brief period of time, she saw a side of him that very few people had ever had the privilege of seeing. As painful as it was to see him in such a saddened state, she couldn’t help but feel happy to glimpse the man who helped her deliver her daughter and fought side-by-side with her again, so many years after his tragic death.

“Haven’t you heard, mortal? It’s dangerous to speak to the villainous God of Mischief all alone,” Loki suddenly remarked, continuing to toss and catch his silver cup without a single glance in her direction. “Now, run along back to Thor and leave me to my solitary existence; I’m sure that my dear brother is missing his new little pet.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and didn’t bother stifling her exasperated snort. “A little dramatic, aren’t we? My name is (Y/N); I’m Thor’s friend, not ‘pet,’ and the theatrics are entirely unnecessary because I’m not afraid of you.”

“Then you must either be very brave or very foolish.” The youngest Prince of Asgard set his cup down on his nightstand and closed his eyes, his unoccupied hand fiddling with the hem of his emerald-green Asgardian day-robes. “Regardless, you’ve momentarily piqued my interest. What makes you so confident that I’m different from all the stories you’ve undoubtedly heard from my dear brother?”

“Because I know you, Loki…or I will, in about five years or so.” She smiled triumphantly when her old friend’s fingers stilled against the stitches and his brows briefly twitched together in puzzlement, and she continued on before he could find a way to interrupt her. “You’ve lived your entire life in your older brother’s shadow, you use the power of fear to push others away when they dare to try and understand you, and you firmly believe that your true heritage is what makes you a monster. But you see, the Loki that I know is so much more than that; he’s kind and caring, fiercely protective over the ones he cares about and even though he can be a little bit of a pain in the ass sometimes, he’s one of the few people I’d trust to have my back in a fight.”

After a long moment of silence, Loki chuckled to himself as he stared up at the cell’s ceiling. “Thor seems to have grown more callous during my year of imprisonment, sending his new mortal friend here to torture me so ruthlessly. Tell me, were you trained in the art of deception by Agent Romanoff? Is this the Avengers’ clever ruse to unbalance my mind because if it is, you’ll be disappointed to learn that my sanity abandoned me years ago-”

“When Thanos and the Black Order tortured you?”

The lighthearted smile on his face vanished and was replaced by a darkened glare as he got up from the bed and slowly stalked towards the cell’s force field; although it might’ve been her mind playing tricks on her, she thought that she spotted a glimmer of something – recognition, perhaps – in his blue-green eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared and before she could ponder its meaning more, the God of Mischief finally spoke with a dangerously steady voice and a distrustful mask on his face. “Who told you of such things?”

“You did. In 2018, you saved mine and my daughter’s lives by helping us escape Thanos and when you did, you used your magic to place certain memories of yours into my mind so that I could warn the Avengers of his impending invasion. It didn’t do much good, though; Thanos still collected all six Infinity Stones in the end.” A line formed between Loki’s brows as he searched her face for signs of deceit and his frown deepened when he found none; she took another step closer to the humming force field and crossed her arms over her chest, anxiously aware of how little time she had left before the Dark Elves’ imminent attack. “I traveled here from 2023 to reverse the destruction that Thanos wrought on the universe, but I need your help to do it.”

Loki plucked at the palm of his hand, a nervous gesture she’d seen him do countless times during their turbulent month on Sakaar, and although he did his best to hide it, she could practically see the wheels in his head turning as he considered her words. “I spent centuries mastering and perfecting my magic, cultivating it until I became one of the most powerful magic-wielders Asgard has ever seen…but in all that time, I’ve only been able to conjure a premonition once; a glimpse of a conversation I would come to share with an unlikely confidant.”

Searching his intense gaze, (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she pieced together what he was inferring; the glimmers of recognition apparent in his blue-green eyes when they first met in Greenwich Village in 2018 and just then when she approached his prison cell, they all swiftly clicked into place and made perfect sense. “You saw me?”

Loki nodded. “So tell me, (Y/N) of Midgard, if you’re truly who you say you are, then what did I once tell you about my magic?”

“That your mother taught you magic to help set you apart from Thor. Although it made people more wary of you, to you it became a comfort,” She recalled without a moment’s pause, even smiling a little as she thought back to the deep conversations they’d once shared while learning to survive together on Sakaar. “You once told me that every time you turned a flower into a frog or cast fireworks into the sky, you’d hear your mother’s voice in your head reminding you that you can do anything.”

It was an unmovable fact that the Loki that (Y/N) knew was dead and gone, having died a heroic death at the hands of Thanos and knowing in his heart how much he was loved by his friends and his brother. The Loki standing before her hadn’t yet experienced the heartaches, betrayals, kindnesses and redemptions that would shape him into the man who helped her give birth on a hostile alien planet and who was there for her when she had no one else to turn to; as she looked at the younger Loki standing behind the glimmering force field, however, she could detect the hints of the man that he would become hidden beneath his air of posturing self-assuredness and the ghost of his trademark grin playing on his thin lips.

“When do we start?”

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Sneaking through an Asgardian palace is much easier to accomplish with magic on your side, (Y/N) thought to herself with a sideways glance at her companion; Loki had cast an illusion over his appearance, disguising himself in the armor of a palace Einherjar and leaving a clone of himself behind in his prison cell, and to the average person’s eye he appeared entirely at ease as he led her down the grand hallways, but she knew better. He was shocked when she explained Thor’s deteriorating mental health in the wake of Thanos’ success and without a second thought, he told her exactly where Thor would go.

“My brother and I are different in almost every conceivable way, but we both hold our mother in the highest regard.”

“Okay, we’ll find Thor first and then we’ll figure out a way to get the Aether. C’mon, we’re running out of time…”

They hurried down the halls to the Queen’s chambers and (Y/N) kept apprehensively checking her watch, fully aware that their window to steal the Aether was shrinking more and more with each passing minute. But they couldn’t finish the mission until they retrieved Thor, so all (Y/N) could do was cross her fingers and hope that they found the Asgardian before the twenty-minute deadline she gave Rocket abruptly ended with Doctor Foster being unceremoniously stabbed with an extraction device wielded by a talking raccoon. When they turned a corner, they were met with an open doorway through which they could see two figures; Thor was seated on a settee at the foot of a massive bed, his elbows on his knees and his hands tightly clasped around a goblet of water, and Frigga stood at the massive window overlooking all of Asgard, patiently listening to her son as he told her of his supposed failures.

“Thor?” Loki breathed in disbelief beside her, seemingly at a loss for words as he numbly took in his older brother’s broken expression and harrowing appearance. “What…? What happened to him?”

(Y/N) gave him a sympathetic look. “Thanos happened. All of us were affected by what he did, but Thor took it the hardest.”

Her old friend considered her answer for a moment. “Earlier, you mentioned a daughter; she wasn’t spared from the Mad Titan’s wrath, was she?” She shook her head and he pursed his lips, wordlessly turning back towards the open doorway and listening in on the ongoing conversation within.

“His head was over there…his body over there…what was the point? I was too late.” Thor took a small sip of water before setting the goblet down on the table at the end of the settee. “I was just standing there, like some idiot with an axe.”

“You’re no idiot,” Frigga gently chided as she walked across the chamber to where her son sat. “You’re here, aren’t you? Seeking counsel from the wisest person in Asgard.” Before either of them could hide themselves from sight, the Queen of Asgard glanced over at the open doorway and gave them both a welcoming smile. “Well, one of the two wisest people on Asgard, at any rate.”

Loki quietly chuckled and used his magic to reverse his illusion, and (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat that formed when a stricken Thor set eyes on his younger brother. “As the clear runner-up for that particular title, I feel I should be offended that I wasn’t sought out for my sage advice as well.” (Y/N) trailed behind as he strode into the chamber and into his mother’s tight embrace; when they pulled away from one another, Frigga held onto Loki’s hand while he finally turned his attention to his brother. “Thor Odinson, an idiot? No. A failure? Absolutely.”

Thor snorted in amusement and wiped his stray tears away. “That’s a little bit harsh, brother…”

“And do you know what that makes you?” Frigga gave Loki’s hand a final squeeze before moving to sit beside her oldest son and brushing his unkempt hair behind his ear. “Just like everyone else.”

“But I’m not supposed to be like everyone else, am I?”

“Everyone fails at who they are supposed to be, Thor. The measure of a person – of a hero – is how well they succeed at being who they are.”

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she took in Frigga’s wise words; on paper, she was a historical-fiction novelist whose biggest challenge was keeping film studios from obtaining the rights to her novels and butchering them with terrible adaptations, but that certainly wasn’t who she was. She was a writer, a professor, a wife, a mother, and just a person willing to do the right thing no matter the consequences; she wasn’t quite comfortable calling herself a hero, of course, but she felt as though she was quite successful at being who she was. I knew that I’d like Frigga, she thought with a smile, crossing her arms over her chest and watching the touching scene play out before her, a familiar longing to hold Carina in her arms again taking hold of her.

With a sniffle, Thor looked up from his lap and gave his mother a small smile. “I really missed you, Mom.” They both leaned forward to rest their foreheads together and after a moment, Thor got to his feet and moved to stand before Loki, his mismatched eyes welling with fresh tears. “And I really missed you too, Loki.” The older Asgardian pulled his brother into a fierce hug; Loki stiffened in surprise but after a moment’s hesitation, he slowly wrapped his arms around Thor and buried his face in his shoulder.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” Frigga stood from the settee and shook her hand. “Thor managed to tell me a little about you; it’s a comfort to know that my sons both have such a kind and understanding friend in the future.”

(Y/N) smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I-”

“Wait.” They both turned to see Thor release Loki and look between his brother and his mother. “Mom, Loki, I-I have to tell you both something-”

“No, son, you don’t,” Frigga softly but firmly interrupted. “You’re here to repair your future, not ours.”

Thor shook his head. “But this is about your futures.”

The Queen of Asgard only continued to smile up at her oldest son, and (Y/N) briefly wondered if Loki wasn’t the only member of his family to receive a premonition through magic. “It’s none of our business.”

“Brother, I care not for what destiny supposedly has in store for me.” Loki held his arms out and gestured to himself with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I’m a Loki, aren’t I? I forge my own destiny; I always have and I always will.” The brothers shared a look before Loki turned to face (Y/N). “Shall we steal ourselves an Infinity Stone now?”

Before she had a chance to reply, a frazzled Rocket ran into the chambers on all fours and her eyes widened when she spotted the swirling red fluid within the extraction device clutched tight in his hand. “Rocket, I thought I told you to wait twenty minutes before doing anything crazy!”

“You’re lucky I even waited at all! Our window’s nearly closed and you’re both in here wasting time with these fancy-looking weirdos,” Rocket huffed in annoyance but he sobered when he realized that they weren’t alone. “Um, hi, you must be Mom and the little brother…”

“I beg your pardon?”

The raccoon ignored Loki’s indignant sputtering and held up the device containing the Aether for (Y/N) and Thor to see. “I got the thing. Come on, we’ve gotta move.”

As Thor said his goodbyes to his mother, (Y/N) turned to Loki and gave him a smile. “I’m not really sure how this time travel stuff works, but I do know that we’ll meet again someday soon. In five years, to be exact.”

“I look forward to it, mortal.” Her old friend inclined his head downwards in an informal bow. “Good luck.”

She moved to stand beside Rocket, who was tucking the extraction device into his belt pouch, and when Thor finally joined them, the raccoon began to tap away on his time-space GPS. “Come on, we’ve gotta go. Three, two-”

“No, wait!” Thor suddenly cried out, thrusting his arm out and stretching his palm open wide.

Rocket blinked in confusion. “What am I lookin’ at?”

A knowing smile played on Frigga’s lips. “Oh, sometimes it takes a second.”

Loki mumbled something under his breath about ineffectual weaponry and (Y/N) hid her amused smile behind her hand and not too long after, a whistling sound filled the air and a gust of wind ruffled their hair as Mjolnir flew straight into Thor’s grasp; the older Asgardian laughed in shock and delight, gripping his hammer’s handle tight and beaming up at them. “I’m still worthy.”

“I never once doubted you were,” (Y/N) replied, standing on her tiptoes and pressing a chaste kiss onto his flushed cheek. “But we’re out of time, Thor. Let’s finish this mission and go home, okay?”

There was a glimmer of longing in Thor’s mismatched eyes as he spared another glance at his family, but he gave her a firm nod and bravely squared his shoulders. “All right. Thank you, Writer (Y/L/N), for letting me see them again. I…I needed this, more that you’ll ever know.” He looked over at his mother and brother with a teary smile on his face. “Goodbye.”

Frigga blew him a kiss while Loki gave him a small wave. “Goodbye, Thor.”

The three of them activated the time-space GPS’s affixed around their hands and in an instant, their Quantum suits encased their bodies and they vanished into the Quantum Realm.

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With another blinding flash of light, they exited the Quantum Realm and grew to their normal heights as they reappeared on the platform in the middle of the hangar in 2023. (Y/N) released a breathless laugh and instantly launched herself into Steve’s arms, clinging to him as he tightened his hold on her and burying her face in the crook of his neck. Hearing the sounds of their teammates celebrating around her, (Y/N) smiled while her heart hammered away in her chest. “Did we do it, Steve? Did we actually do it?”

“I think so, sunshine…” Steve pressed a firm kiss onto her cheek before setting her down, his brow furrowing a little when he took note of her agape mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“What the hell are you wearing?” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she took in her husband’s changed attire; instead of his older Captain America uniform, the super-soldier was dressed in vintage olive-green Army fatigues with the name ‘Roscoe’ stitched onto the breast pocket and a dark bruise was beginning to blossom across his cheek; her suspicions were confirmed when she glanced over at Tony and saw his similarly vintage clothes, and she loudly exclaimed, “You two went to the 70’s?!”

An impressed Tony nodded and clapped Steve on the shoulder. “Yeah, we got in a pickle and had to drop into a different convenient point in history to nab the Tesseract. How’d you know, Austen?”

“Because you’re wearing bell-bottom slacks, Tony, and those unfortunate abominations have the 70’s written all over them. Isn’t that right, Nat?”

(Y/N) looked away from the pair to give Natasha a grin but instead of the smirking spy, all she was met with was the sight of a sopping-wet Clint slumped onto his knees and staring down at the Quantum Tunnel platform. Grief was written across the archer’s features and (Y/N)’s grin slowly faded away as she realized that there were unshed tears in his reddened eyes; Steve’s hand tightened on her waist and as the sounds of celebration tapered off, Bruce took a small step towards the kneeling man. “Clint, where’s Nat?”

The archer didn’t answer, but no words were needed to understand the reason behind his tears. It was as though the world stopped spinning and as (Y/N)’s mind frantically raced to think of any possible reasons for her friend’s absence on that platform, she knew in her aching heart that Natasha Romanoff was gone.

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A/N: Yeah, I’m gonna go cry now, so see you next year! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter Eight

“Endgame” Masterlist

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King of Mischief (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6 (A Way In)

Word count: 4.4k

T/w: This chapter contains injuries, war, mentions of weapons & sharp objects, manipulation, gaslighting, betrayal, pregnancy, and foul language, read at your own discretion.

Author's note: Omg hello readers! I feel really bad for not updating in the longest time, I've been occupied with presentations before going back to college in two weeks. I'll try to update a couple of chapters before I go back to boring uni life, I'll still write once I go in but the updates would be snail-paced, anyways I LOVE YOU!

“Your Majesty, our soldiers are ready for the second attack.” Ymir knelt down behind her as Amora peered through an orb that showed the situation of Georgia. “Good, make sure you bring her to me, alive.” She emphasized the state that she wanted you to be in once they’ve captured you.

“Yes, my Queen.” The frost giant nodded in obedience before he made his way out of the mother ship. Lorelei was left with her elder sister. “Sister.. I wonder why you want to take her so badly? Is it because you are bitter about the fact that she married your lover? Or is it because you want to see him suffer by killing his wife yourself?” The younger one strode towards her sibling. 

“You’re correct Lorelei.. But, it is deeper than that. That princess has something that I truly desire. Something rare and special. It could give me supreme power over the Nine Realms and further. I want it, I long for it.” The Enchantress stared at the vision of you in the orb. Lorelei tilted her head at the blonde sorceress. “You’re already reigning over the universe sister.. What more do you want?” 

Amora’s eyes diverted to look at her younger sibling, “Not yet. As long as that Arolfian princess is alive and free, she is going to be a barricade to us in ruling the universe. She’s a danger to our empire. If I am able to get through to her, she might be of great use to us all.” She smirked evilly. “As much use as that old man?” Lorelei questioned to which the latter shook her head. “Oh the old man is only a small part of the plan.. Once I get her, you’ll see..” The sorceress didn’t want to spoil too much about her next plan, though, it is expected that the plan would be a massive one.

“You’re certain that my wife is safe in that dimension?” Loki walked alongside Strange as they went out of the portal to northern Georgia. “Yes, don’t worry.. She’ll be safe.. Unless someone snitches which I’m sure none of us would do.” The doctor huffed out and analyzed the situation. Everyone was grateful that the second battle ensued in a woodsy part of Georgia that was far from major communities. The God knew that there was a reason why Amora and her army chose somewhere farther from the Avengers Compound, deep inside, he felt uneasy as if something bad would transpire soon.

The Avengers assembled themselves, knowing that they were Earth’s very own line of defense against these otherworldly beings that were about to engage in the second wave of war. All of them spectated the rows of monsters and mages coming out of the portals, getting themselves ready for the fight. There was a difference though. Thor noticed that a giant, circular platform hovering over the rest of the enemies, on it was the Enchantress herself, overlooking her soldiers proudly with her sister, Lorelei beside her.

“Look! Over there.. That’s Amora.” The God of Thunder pointed towards the direction of the floating platform. “It seems like the witch has come to play..” Natasha stated. “Alright.. Let’s stop this Hocus Pocus shit once and for all.” Tony tapped on his arc reactor to put his nanotech helmet on as the swarm of villains neared. Hogun shouted on the top of his lungs, unofficially commencing the battle and all of them charged towards the mob.

Lady Sif and the Warriors Three fought vigorously, slicing and cutting their opponents with no mercy. Tony, Wanda, Vision and Sam flew up to strike the foes from above, Iron Man and Vision blasting them with powerful rays, burning through the enemies’ bodies whilst Wanda made some of them levitate and then dropping them from a tall height, crushing their bones. The Falcon on the other hand, ambushed some of the villains and with the help of some birds in the area, particularly the eagles and hawks, he was able to injure them by having the birds peck their eyes out and tear their flesh apart.

Steve with his vibranium shield and Thor with his Mjolnir, used their respective weapons by flunging them towards rows of attackers. Thor even used his mighty hammer to knock down one of the Frost Giants in the head. Natasha and Clint worked as a pair and backed each other up, using their mastery in combat fighting to repel the enemies. Bullet by bullet, arrow by arrow were released and each one not missing the target. Banner on the other hand had transformed into the incredible Hulk, attacking the bigger sized monsters that were a part of Amora’s line of defense.

The Spiderman swung from tree to tree, halting the enemies on their tracks by shooting his web fluid on their limbs, the boy also made some traps and obstructions on their way to slow them down so that the other Avengers could tackle them in a breeze while Strange and a few of his proteges fought off the sorcerers and mages with their ancient magic accompanied by Asgard’s very own supreme sorcerer, Loki. Everything was going on smoothly and they’ve all decided that their goal was to get to where the Enchantress was on her platform.

“My Queen, we have located the Midgardian sorcerer with the Eye of Agamotto, do you want us to retrieve him for you?” The old mage that attacked you last time appeared behind Amora.

“No, I’ll handle him. Make sure the others are ready to get her.” She grinned sinisterly, dismissing the mage before she summoned her powers to find Strange who was in the middle of battling the mystical creatures. There were few who knew what the Enchantress was able to do and to what extent her powers were. The most dangerous thing she could do was to control the minds of the creatures who held the Infinity Stones. 

No, she wasn’t looking to use the stones for her advantage, those rocks didn’t matter to her, not when the Avengers had something much more powerful hidden beneath one of the many kinds of dimensions. That was the problem, where did they hide you, she needed to know and Strange was the only one who had access to the knowledge. Like a virus, her powers traveled through the battlefield, in search of Midgard’s strongest sorcerer.

And then whoosh, Amora was able to penetrate Strange’s mind with the help of the Time Stone, the jewel acting as a passageway into the inner depths of his soul. With his mind being overtaken by the sorceress, Strange stopped fighting and instead, stood still with his eyes wide open. The enemies knew that their leader had already taken over him and made a point to not bother the two sorcerers while they fought in his psyche.

In a blink of an eye, Strange was transported into his own head, the place was pure white and misty. Behind the fog, he saw a silhouette, one that looked familiar, it was the Enchantress.

“So, this is the infamous Stephen Strange, the best sorcerer that Midgard could ever offer. Such a shame that you are not fighting for me.” She walked leisurely towards him with a smirk on her face. “Yeah… No thanks. I’d rather keep my free will than work under your dark empire.” The man spoke in a sarcastic tone. “What do you want?” He added.

“Well, I’m just looking around… For some useful information.” She smiled menacingly. “Oh and don’t worry.. I’m not here for your lousy stone.. Nor am I here to enchant you. If you answer my question, I’ll spare you and your friends’ lives.” Amora finally went face to face with the doctor. “And what’s your question?” He asked sternly, throwing daggers at her with his gaze. 

“Where is she?” The woman maintained her daunting smirk. “I have no idea what you are talking about..” Strange answered and to which the female clicked her tongue. “You sorcerers.. Always acting stupid when you are asked a question. Tell me.. And I shall keep my word. Sorceress to sorcerer.” She tilted her head and did a fake innocent expression. Strange gave her an unapologetic look and shrugged his shoulders, keeping his silence.

“Fine.. I guess I’d have to scavenge it myself.” With a step back from Amora, the male began fighting her with his magic. Summoning a cane and trying to strike her but she was faster, throwing magical power balls at him. “You’re sneaky, Strange.” With another throw, she succeeded in breaking the magic cane. “I like it.” She grinned. The man tried to confine her by summoning magical chains to tie her down but it was no match for her mystical strength and she broke it as if they were made of paper.

“You should consider joining me. It would be helpful to have you on my defense line.” She looked behind him and saw a blurry apparition of you in the Mirror Dimension. She got ahold of Stephen and threw him to the side forcefully as though the male weighed like nothing. Amora took off in the direction of the vision, being absolutely sure that that was one of Strange’s memories. Just then, she slipped as the sorcerer created a rope around her ankle and yanked it.

“Not so fast.” He claimed. “You’d have to get over me first.” The male breathlessly spoke. “Okay.” She was the one to shrug this time, right before she forgathered the dead patients from his memories to hold him down, their limbs reaching out from under him and trapping him. “Remember them? These poor people you had turned down just because you wanted a more.. What do you say? Exciting? Challenging cases that match your level? And also the ones that you’ve failed during your early years.. All the pain you’ve put them through just because of your ego..”

The Enchantress wasn’t done with her torture yet, she found another painful memory that he had, one that involved him losing his steady hands, oh, even better, when he lost Christine; his lovely and supportive Christine. She closed her fists tightly, indirectly causing pain to Strange’s hands so he couldn’t do his sorcery. Then, she projected an image of Christine in front of him; the exact memory of when she lost hope and gave up on him. “You see Strange, with your ego, you’ve actually hurt and killed so many.. More than the amount of people you’ve saved. If you keep letting your ego blind you, billions of Midgardians shall be killed.. Unless, you give her to me.” She sighed softly whilst the man was in agony.

Amora turned away from him and unhurriedly walked towards the vision, every step she took got her closer to the knowledge of where you were. “Hmm. Mirror Dimension. Smart choice..” She spoke in a low volume. “You’ll.. Never.. Get.. To.. Her.” Strange struggled. “Not without my help..” He continued and it made the sorceress laugh. “You Midgardians.. Always underestimating people. I myself was a student of your late Sorcerer Supreme. I’ve learnt further than she could ever teach anyone. Your stupid sling ring is useless, it only suppresses your powers.” She turned to look at the doctor before leaving his mind. “Goodbye.”

“Where the fuck is Strange?!” Tony Stark shouted out, the Avengers had been fighting with the beasts for a while now and it doesn’t seem like it was stopping anytime soon. Doctor Strange was the one that they could rely on aside from Wanda, Vision and Loki to get to the Enchantress. The three of their most trusted heroes were busy defending themselves and killing the enemies but where was the doctor? “I have a visual of him, he’s standing there like a fucking dumbass.” Sam Wilson flew across the war stricken forest and once he landed in front of Strange, the man shook him to get him back to reality.

“Stephen! Wake up man! Why the hell are you standing here? You wanna get yourself killed?!” The Falcon screamed in his emotionless face before he was attacked by a Dark Elf, his head was hit by the creature’s stone club, making him lose consciousness. Thankfully, Wanda came to the rescue and banished the being with her magic, killing him from the inside. She hurried to Strange and figured that he was enchanted in a way so she did what she had to do; get in his mind to release him.

In a matter of seconds, she had access to his mind easily and found the male struggling from a distance. The woman saw the horrific scene unfolding in front of her, zombie-like hands holding Strange down, an apparition of a woman in front of him, telling him horrible, mean things to him and a defenseless and weak Stephen Strange looking down. Wanda pushed Christine’s vision away and stepped on the hands that were keeping him in bondage; all of them disappearing after she did so. “Strange.. She did this to you didn’t she? What does she want?” The female questioned him urgently but he didn’t budge nor did he lift his head.

“Strange, wake up! This is all in your head! Don’t let her get to you!” She lifted his head to look at his eyes. “Wake up please! We need you! The world needs you!” None of her words seem to reach out to him. “Stephen Strange! What was she looking for in your head?” Without saying a single phrase, his eyes averted to the vision of you behind her, exactly where Amora went to earlier. Wanda’s head whipped towards the direction of his stare. “She knows..” The woman stood up from her kneeling position and disappeared from his mind zone. She wanted to help him but there wasn’t anything she could do, the doctor was the only one that could save himself from his own psyche. But for now, she has to warn the others.

And with that, Wanda returned to her own physical body, leading the mindless Strange to a safer area before leaving him to convey the message to the rest of the team. “Strange has been compromised. Someone ought to protect him in case they try to hurt him.” She touched her ear monitor. “Wait what? How?” The Black Widow stopped in her tracks to ask the Scarlet Witch, she was definitely bamboozled. How could someone mystically strong as Strange be defeated so easily until he couldn’t fight anymore? 

“It’s Amora. She went into his head, messed him up, broke his spirit and he’s trapped in his own mind. I tried to help but there’s nothing that I could do.” Wanda answered. “I’ll cover for him.” Clint clarified and left Nat’s side to go to where Strange was placed. “Okay, okay.. So Strange is out of the picture. Who thinks they could reach out to that witch?” Tony asked. “Wanda could do it, she’s the next person to Strange that could manipulate magic.” Thor said through the monitor. “Wanda, you think you can handle her?” Tony inquired once more. “Yeah, but I need you guys to cover me. There’s just too many of them.” She answered. “Alright, hey kid! I need to swing around and clear a path for Wanda.” The Iron Man ordered. “On it!” Young Peter’s voice was heard in their ears.

In no time, the Spiderman managed to create webs that formed fences out of his web fluid so Wanda could sprint and fly her way towards where the Enchantress’ platform was. Although everything seemed to go to plan, another portal opened right in the middle of the path and arrows came out, injuring Peter and the Scarlet Witch. “Mr Stark! We need help here! There’s a new portal opened.” The young man hastily called out to the team. “Shit.” Tony muttered and flew as fast as he could to extract two of the heroes out of the swarm of arrows. 

Amidst the turmoil, Loki spoke up into the ear monitor, “You guys go ahead, I’ll take care of Amora. I’m already close.” He looked up at where the circular platform was above him. His fast and relentless energy aided him in going through the insane amount of enemies and he prayed to the Norns that he could actually teleport to where his ex lover is.

At the same time, you were sitting in the Mirror Dimension, getting upset and feeling baffled over the fact that Loki and the others actually left you out of the battle. You felt betrayed but on the other hand you were still analyzing the situation in a logical way. It would be a lie to say that subconsciously you weren’t expecting your husband to keep you away from the inter-realm war but it was unfair for you. You were worried about what would happen to them since they were going against Amora who had mastered almost all the magic that every realm could offer.

Whilst you were deep in thought, you almost forgot that you were with a child, your motherly instincts started to kick in and a sense of panic overflooded you. You were afraid that there would be a possibility that the Enchantress could get to you and steal your child, or even worse, kill it. You took deep breaths and rubbed your belly. You began to sing Vargsången, a lullaby that Oralfian mothers sing to their children, the English meaning would be the Wolf Song. Its lyrics are a mother’s plea to the wolves to not take her child and her telling the child that they would be safe.

It calms you down bit by bit as you look around at the reflective walls of the Mirror Dimension, hoping that you and your child would be safe within the confines of the vicinity. “Don’t worry, my love.. Me and your father, along with our friends, shall keep you safe.” You assured the baby growing in your womb before you continued vocalizing the melody to the lullaby. The quietness of the dimension was peaceful, the atmosphere felt as if you were back in Asgard’s palace, reading a book in your own chambers.

The silence wasn’t for long though, because right after you finished the last note, your senses began picking up something that was off and you immediately stood up, you felt danger approaching but that can’t be. Even you can’t escape from the dimension despite using your impressive, ancient powers. Besides, Strange did explain that only way to access the way in and out of the dimension was through the sling rings. No way anyone could get to you right?

You were on high alert, the silence was becoming too eerie for your liking and your heart began thumping manically in your chest. Just then, an arm broke in the dimension, the shards breaking from the intrusion, your heart sunk from the jumpscare and when you thought it was over, several hands began entering the dimension until the mirror walls collapsed, you screamed in horror, the hands looked horrid, the fingers were black as if they were frostbitten. Some had sharp nails, resembling claws and before you knew it, you were already greeted by the very same mage that injured you a few weeks ago.

“Hello again, beautiful. The queen wishes for your presence.” He displayed a full smile, showing his rotting teeth to you. “Let me go!” You struggled to free yourself from their hold but you couldn’t do anything further since they had already teleported you from the destroyed dimension into what looked like a massive stage, right in front of Amora. “You…” You sneered upon realizing who the female was.

You charged towards her with your glowing hands, wanting to attack her more than ever though your advances were to no avail. “Nuh uh uh.. You know better than to attack me, pet.” The Enchantress used her powers to absorb your strength and energy and it made you freeze. “What.. Do you want from me? From us?” Gratefully, your lips could still move although it was difficult to do so. “Very straightforward.. I’m starting to like you even more..” You were starting to feel weak and drowsy as she absorbed all of your energy.

“That’s an easy question to answer… I want.. You. Your powers really..” Amora answered your inquiry before halting her magic, making you fall on your knees. “So are you going to enchant me or kill me?” Your breathing went erratic and the sorceress laughed. “Tsk tsk tsk.. Neither. I know it’s extremely complicated to enchant you.. And, you know I need you alive Aurelia..” She crouched down to look at you with a vicious smile. “What do you mean, you witch?” You returned her gaze, you absolutely don’t have any idea what she meant.

“You really do not know? Poor princess.. She doesn’t know what she is. Her parents lied to her-” You cut her off. “Don’t drag my parents into this you murderer. Let them rest in peace.” Your voice quivered. Again, Amora laughed at your words. “Oh dear.. She has no idea..” She stood back up and looked down on you. “Let’s bring in someone.. Familiar, to explain shall we?” With a snap of her fingers, her personal guards brought an elder man in, shoving him right next to you.

“Father?!” It was your beloved father, the King of Arolf, Lerros Vercolson. “Au..relia…” He defenselessly muttered. You inspected him, he looked frail and sickly. His face was covered in bruises and his body had lost a significant amount of weight. “What have they done to you?” Your breath hitched, your eyes were teary from the sight of your father. He looked far off from a king, he looked so… vulnerable. “Let him go..” You turned your head to look at Amora.

“That could be arranged.. Besides, I have no need for him anymore.. But, Lerros.. Tell her. What she truly is.. Who she is and where she’s from.. Go on..” The Enchantress folded her arms over her chest. “Aurelia… You are not… our child..” It confused you, have they beaten him up so badly that it had messed with his mind? “What do you mean I’m not your child?! How could you say that?!” His words saddened you, if you weren’t their child, then whose child are you? Are you even Arolfian royalty? You don’t even know who you are anymore. “You are.. The daughter of-”

“Amora!” Loki barged in and teleported from the platform. “Loki!” You shouted out. “Aurelia?” He froze when he saw that you were kneeling down in front of his ex. “Seize him!” The sorceress ordered her personal guards and Loki began fighting with them, Amora channeled her powers to her guards and it made them invincible, undefeatable and they succeeded in hurting Loki with their weapons; his screams of pain rang in your ears. “Stop it! Please, I’m begging you.. Don’t hurt him. Please, I’ll be yours.. Take whatever powers you want from me.” You weakly clasped your hands together while pleading for the woman’s mercy. 

“Aurelia… No..” Your father spoke, almost whispering. “You’re certain?” Amora raised an eyebrow, it wasn’t that hard to convince you at all but she was still careful and alert just in case you had tricks up your sleeve. “Yes.” You nodded quickly. “Let’s have an agreement. Release my father and Loki, retract your army from Midgard and let my friends go. That’s all I ask of you.. Do all of this and I shall serve under your reign.” You bowed your head down.

“Very well..” Amora was satisfied, she looked at her guards and pulled them away from Loki using her telekinetic powers. “That’s enough. We have reached an agreement.” The woman explained. “One more thing..” You said and she turned to look at you again. “May I say my last words to him?” You requested to which the sorceress rolled her eyes. “Go ahead. But no tricks.” With her approval, you slowly stood up and walked towards Loki who was lying down on the platform. “What have you done Aurelia?” He looked at you with hooded eyes. “Let me help you..” You held his hand and assisted him in standing up.

“Don’t do this.. Don’t make the same mistakes as I did. You’re far more than this..” He whispered to you. “I know, I know.. But this is the only way.. Maybe this is how things are meant to be.. It’s inevitable.” A single tear fell on your cheek. “Please don’t cry…” His eyes softened at your fragile state. He stole a glance at the guards and the surroundings. “Listen.. I have a plan-” “No.” You interjected him. “My decision is final. We can’t keep running from this.. How many more lives do we have to lose for this to be over? Strange used to say, ‘In the great calculus of the universe, one sacrifice means infinitely more than a billion lives.’ My sacrifice.. Is for.. The greater good.” 

“Darling, please.. I.. I need you.” Loki was on the verge of tears, who wouldn’t be? Especially when the only person who understands them, keeps up with their antics is leaving. Your presence in his life had impacted him so much that he couldn’t afford to go a day without you. “I’m sorry.. I promise that I shall take good care of myself and our child. Trust me, I’ll keep myself alive for you. Who knows, someday, we’ll be able to meet again.” You cried and he did too. This really was goodbye. You pulled him in for a kiss, a long and sweet one. A farewell kiss. When you two pulled away, you frowned and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

You pushed him off the platform and it caught him off guard but you were certain that he was safe because you had stolen a look at the view under the circle and Vision and Sam were close by. You turned around and saw a taken aback Amora. “My my.. You learn fast..” The sorceress chuckled. “Let my father go too.. And retreat from Midgard.” You wiped your tears away. “Okay.” The Enchantress shrugged and opened a portal in the middle of the battlefield before her guards pushed your father out of it forcefully. Now, with no Loki nor parents, you were alone. Truly alone and confused as to who you really are. You spoke in a soft voice, “Who am I?”

Chapter 7

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So, four months ago after i watching love and thunder i made this and I don’t know where to share it

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Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author. this chapter has a slightly steamy part but nothing heavy.

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Chapter Two

"Your Highness." You say looking at Thor with a meaningful look. He knows it's important not to give away the idea that you two have an affair. Especially in front of important people. And certainly Steve was important.

"Thor tell me, how did you get a Royal Guard so efficient? She was the first to question my presence here." Steve says looking impressed, which makes you curious. Have you won the admiration of yet another prince?

"She is extremely efficient at what she does. That's exactly why she's head of the Royal Guard and my trusted person." Thor responds by trying to appear more authoritative than usual.

"And she's about to give your royal highnesses privacy. If I may." You say, bowing in front of the two and turning to leave. But from afar you see a shadow and decide to check the corridor.

"I hope you know I can have your head for eavesdropping on a royal conversation." You say to whoever might be in the hallway, but before you can draw your sword to threaten the person, they reveal themselves to you.

"I see that Asgard's training is still as good as it was when you were a simple guard." James Barnes speaks as he looks worried that you will stick your sword in him.

"What is the biggest idiot of all time doing so far from his kingdom?" Your speech seems a bit mocking and James laughs. You and Barnes used to train together when you were younger. He, who was born in Asgard, decided to explore other kingdoms.

"I came after my favorite pupil. It seems you are protecting the future King." Barnes speaks pointing his head towards the two princes who are inside the trophy room.

"You know very well that I wanted to be head of the Royal Guard. And you, I assume, are accompanying Prince Steve." You say as you analyze Barnes. He looks just as hot as the last time you saw him. You and him had an affair before he turned his back on Asgard.

"You won't be surprised to know that I am the Chief of the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Kyrax. I always knew Asgard already had the perfect Chief of the Royal Guard, so it's my luck to have decided to serve in another realm." Barnes says, trying to flatter you. The truth is, the two of you used to compete to see who would become the Chief of the Royal Guard ever since you met.

"I hope it was worth it, leaving your kingdom to serve another is extremely foolish. But I'm glad Prince Steve has you around. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare for the Royal Ball that's happening later." You say, petulantly. You harbored a certain resentment towards James. He betrayed the kingdom that you both valued so much because he was sure he wouldn't be better than you.

"I missed you." James murmurs as he grabs your arm. The clanking of his armor against yours makes a horrendous, skin-crawling noise. You look at him, without a reaction. As you're about to respond, you notice Thor and Prince Steve are behind you. You move your arm away from Barnes' hands, wondering how long they've been there.

"Are we interrupting something?" Thor asks, clearly annoyed, while Prince Steve strangely seems to just be observing your reactions intently. You could swear you saw him smile slyly.

"Your Highness. Y/N and I were just talking about old times. I must say, it's a pleasure to see you both together." Barnes says, composing himself and stepping back a bit from you. He seems to seek support from Prince Steve, who nods slightly as if to say 'I'll get you out of this.'

"Indeed, Barnes, it's a pleasure to stand beside Asgard in moments like these. That being said, I look forward to seeing you at the Royal Ball later, Prince Thor. And you too, Chief of the Guard. Now, Barnes and I will retire to my luxurious chambers." Prince Steve says strangely, keeping his gaze on you. As if you intrigued him. Thor, like you, seemed to have noticed and appeared bothered, but he only nodded and let Steve lead Barnes away. When you turned to leave, he grabbed you. Your body was pressed against the cold wall of the Grand Asgardian Castle while the future King was extremely close to you.

You had two options, to give in or resist. But something inside you, like a warning, reminded you that this could be one of the last times you could do this. So you pulled Thor towards you with all the strength you had and kissed him. It was almost a violent kiss because in a way you're angry with Thor. He acts as if he has no choice at all, but he doesn't allow you to move on. Thor however seemed to like it, he held you firmly by the waist as if he wanted to grab you and never let go again. The taste of Thor's mouth was almost etched in your mouth. You felt your intimate area becoming increasingly wet as Thor's firm hands passed through your armor. Damn that fucking armor. Not that the royal robes allow you to play Thor the way you'd like. You then nibble on Thor's lips as if you want to tease him at the same time as you want to leave him wanting more. You bite his bottom lip hard enough that it bleeds a little but that only turns him on more. Your kiss, besides taking your breath away, now tastes like blood but that doesn't stop you from continuing.

"Is this all jealousy?" You ask as Thor kisses your neck, almost kissing the armor, and he smiles.

"She says while almost devouring me for being about to spend a night surrounded by women. Or do you think I don't know why my lip was bitten?" You smile, thinking that it seems Prince Thor really knows you. You kiss him lightly as if apologizing.

"It's just a keepsake. Soon this won't happen anymore, and all we'll have are these memories. Treasure them, Your Highness." You say, stepping away from Thor and giving him a final goodbye peck. He seems somewhat taken aback, but you're too busy thinking about how dangerous yet extremely exciting this situation is.

The night arrives quickly as you busy yourself with organizing security and ensuring the Royal Guard is prepared for the event. That's when Loki knocks on the door, all gleeful as if he's about to burst with happiness. You're not in your event armor yet, so you're somewhat inadequately dressed for the occasion, but you open the door as Loki continues to babble your name while knocking.

"I bet you'd prefer Thor here right now, but I bring good news. The grand King Odin has asked me to inform you that you should dress in a beautiful gown. It seems that a certain someone is interested in you. So, no armor tonight. Someone will bring you some dress options since I imagine you don't have any or if you do, they're not suitable for the Ball. Good luck. I always knew you would find something better than my dear brother, but you've outdone yourself. Just wait until he finds out. Anyway, I'll get ready. See you later, and um… remember to smile." Loki speaks so fast that you almost get lost, and he doesn't give you time to react or ask who he's referring to.

Soon, two maids arrive with options of attire and various preparations to make you presentable. Every second that passed while several people who usually only attend to royalty were fussing over you, you felt that something was wrong. And suddenly, the moment arrives. It's time for the Ball.

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We Found Love Again (Loki x Reader) Chapter Fifteen - The Day Before

Summary: Once upon a time Asgard and Alagaësia had an allience. The Alagaësian elven princess, (Name) usually visited Asgard to learn combat and have kids around her at the similar age. She almost grew up there and became good friends with Loki after the dark prince realized why he wanted to avoid her presence in the first place. They fell in love but never got the opportunity to try and confess their feelings for each other because of the war Alagaësia was in with another kingdom. (Name) was called back to her home and Loki never saw her anymore.

But one day, she came back to Asgard, centuries later. Why?

Word count: 2910

Warnings: explicit sexual content

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Your troop reached Osilon quickly on horseback on Wednesday, two days after your departure from Ellesméra. Your friends easily got along with the elven warriors and soon shared their stories with each other at the camp fire at night. But now you were given rooms before you would leave tomorrow morning for Yazuac to face the hordes of the Soulless King. You sat on your bed's side excited. No, it wasn't the good kind of excitement... it was the excitement of a person before war, who fears death in a way and saying goodbye to everyone they love, who wanted to survive and bring happiness and peace to their people. You knew you would sacrifice your life if needed to save everyone else but now... you couldn't die and fail protecting your home.

Suddenly someone's large hand landed on your shoulder snapping you out of your thoughts. You turned to the person sitting down next to you and inhaled their scent. Your lips pulled into a smile and you cuddled to the person.

'What troubles your heart, love?' asked Loki petting your hair.

'You know what it is' you whispered in the dark as your cheek was pressed against his chest and your arms circled around his waist.

'You said yourself: "If we win, we win together and if we fall, we will fall together." Do you remember?' asked Loki looking down at you. You sighed and pulled away to look him in the eye.

'I do... but it's not just us, Loki. I fight for all of Du Weldenvarden and even all of Alagaësia. I am now a significant persona and with it came great responsibility' you replied.

'I am here for you (Name)' said Loki kissing your forehead. 'But you could talk to Thor about it. His position is somewhat the same.'

'Does he feel unsure? Fears the tomorrow? How a battle will affect everything else?' you asked quietly.

'I am certain he does know and feel all of that' nodded Loki with a sad expression on his handsome features so you cupped his cheek and turned his head to face you. You pressed a gentle and loving kiss on his lips.

'I still want you as my king, Loki. The elders accepted you on the conference I first asked for your presence. They can see a deliberate, earnest and responsible ruler who would give me help and would be able to settle everything in the right way' you said before pulling him in for another kiss.

In the morning the troop started on their journey again saying goodbyes to the residents of Osilon and accepting those who decided to join your forces in the battle. During the journey you passed a few mountains on Du Weldenvarden's edge before you reached the glebe. The Anora parted the Spine from Du Weldenvarden's thick forests with its fast flow. There was Utgard where the Anora turned to north and ran into a big lake.

Your troops left the woods and galloped onto the man-inhabited fields. It was a big difference from the elven forests and you saw Thor's and Sif's faces turn brighter in the sun light. Loki also seemed to be grateful for the scenery change. The elves seemed to enjoy leaving Du Weldenvarden again after they were locked up by Vraë's dark spells.

'Everyone!' you cried out on the front drawing everyone's attention to you immediately. 'We are not far from war, because it will be not only a battle but we will fight for those years the Soulless King had his power frighten us! All of you have family, friends and loved ones you wish to go back. Fight for them and bring victory for Alagaësia! Fight for the future! To create a peaceful future for those who will live way after us and save our home for them! Think about the lives you want to protect and win this war for them!'

'Yeah!' cried out every member of your troop making your heart lift with hope. Hope, that was going to save all of you. You couldn't fight with fear in your hearts and fall. You had a purpose: to give future to those who are not yet arrived to this world.

Time skip~

Around sunset you reached Yazuac where the Alagaësian army, the Vardens and Dragon Riders already built the camp. You heard the familiar noise of a camp before battle, men telling each other war stories, sharing their memories about their families, how proud they were of their children and wives, how they want to grant them a peaceful future where there's no bloodshed and fear. When you arrived to the camp with your friends and elves you noticed the queen and her party waiting for you at the entrance. Jonaldel, the granddaughter of Nasuada ruled over Alagaësia's lands. Her skin was brown just like her grandmother, and her hair black, pulled back in a tight braid. Her form was firm and well prepared for battles. Her dark red leather clothes and shining armor looked perfectly fitted on her.

'Atra estherní ono thelduin, (Name) Dröttningu' greeted you Jonaldel, her voice tired.

'Good to see you, your majesty' you bowed slightly. 'We came to help and to lead Alagaësia into victory.'

'Well, we waited for your arrival to discuss the tactics and now that you're here we can start the conference. You can put your belongings in your tents before the meeting which will be in an hour. Tyene will show you your tents' nodded the queen at you and all of you followed her and Tyene who must've been her handmaid into the camp. You passed men wearing armor and noticed their awe filled eyes looking at your form and at the other elves but Lady Sif wasn't an exception. Loki grabbed around your waist suddenly very aware of the stares you got making you chuckle.

'Don't worry, love. There're no men who can out stand you in my eyes' you purred to the Trickster making him smile down on you.

'I still like to show other men that you belong to me' pulled you closer the dark prince. After you put your bags down you made your way to the queen's tent to join the commander, Jermeac, the great-grandson of Jörmundur, lieutenant and second lieutenant, Drith and Beck and of course the queen. You, Loki, Thor and Sif walked inside the tent greeting them respectfully and soon you let Loki explain why the three of them were joining this battle. You noticed how Jonaldel's face showed for only just a second her distaste of the happenings. She didn't want to owe to the All-Father but if she refused the help she would fall from the opportunity to export Alagaësian products and what-not.

'Last time we had to face the Soulless King's army we lost lot of people. I want to decrease the number of the fallen as much as possible.' spoke up Jonaldel sitting opposite from you at the large round table where the map of the land was spread. 'Any suggestions?'

'What do we know about the army?' asked Loki already thinking of a plan. He got used to craft several plans to prevent his foolish brother's death when they were younger. The queen shot him a cold glare but your Trickster didn't even flinch, just stared back at her.

'The soldiers are dead men, actually dead men. They try to eat the flesh off of you not caring about anything else and they can be finished off by putting something through their heads.' answered Jermeac remembering the scary tales he heard from his grandfather. You closed your eyes as the memories came rushing back to you. The smell and sight was something you would never be able to forget.

'Does that mean they are going to only attack without a plan? Just moving as they want?' asked Loki with a serious expression and the other men nodded looking at him waiting for him to continue. And in a few seconds Loki was explaining a complete plan with several back up plans. All of the others who didn't know about his skills in commanding and battle just stared wide eyed at his genius. After the meeting you patted Loki's shoulder and slid your hand down his arm smiling up at him as you walked out of the tent and away from it.

'Now everyone around us can see what I see whenever I look at you' you said happily. 'My king.'

'You can always surprise me with this side of yours' pulled you close your Trickster and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled against his thin lips enjoying the moment. Thor's booming voice interrupted you two making both of you snap your head to him.

'Brother! (Name)! Let us dine together tonight and shall be merry before we face the enemy tomorrow!' grinned the blonde Asgardian making you chuckle and nod. You were already slightly hungry from the long meeting and you could use a bowl of hot soup and a pitch of ale.

The camp's residents celebrated their might be last night before the battle, singing old battle songs, drinking ale and laughing together. You sat by Loki's side not far from Jonaldel who had a little bit happier smile on her otherwise beautiful features. The food was delicious and was nutritious but something kept distracting you from the conversation you had with one of the elves. Loki's hand kept massaging your inner thigh making your belly tingle the right way. Everyone around you thought the blush on your cheeks were from the ale and you wanted to let them think that. Loki slid his hand up higher and pressed down on your clit through the fabric of your pants making you gasp but you hid it with coughing. You shot him a glare but excused yourself from the table and give him a gaze to tell him you wanted him to follow you. Since you started your journey the tension between you and Loki grew unbearable to this point and you needed to relieve it somehow. Loki soon caught up to you and grabbed you by the waist pulling you back into his chest and you felt something hard press against your bums making you blush and grow so wet at the same time.

'You could've been more discrete back at the table, Loki. What if Jonaldel found out what you were doing?' you hissed but turned around and placed a hand on his lower abdomen with a sly smile on your lips. You tent was to your right so you grabbed his linen shirt and pulled him flush against your body making you both stumble into your tent. You unbuttoned his shirt hurriedly as Loki slid his hands under your shirt and pulled it over your head showing the gauze around your breasts. He ripped them off of your chest before pulling you close again and kissing you hungrily then down your neck to your collar bone then to your left nipple taking it in between his thin lips and started sucking on them making you gasp in pleasure. Your fingers curled in his long black locks and you felt his hands work your leather pants down on your hips and felt the fabric pool around your feet. Your dark prince let go of your breast and grabbed your hips pulling your crotch against his making both of you gasp. You grabbed his hand and turned to your bed pulling him with you. You lied down on the furs covering the bed and watched Loki crawl over your form only his pants on him. You gazed over his toned chest and noticed the almost invisible scars on his pale skin. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern as you touched the biggest one.

'Who did this?' you asked furious.

'Does not matter, love' whispered into your ear Loki but you shook your head.

'I will kill those who did this to you' you said with so much determination the dark prince felt like you really could kill Thanos. The thought that you would go so far because of him made his heart jump in his chest, not like it wasn't already thumping with a million miles per hour.

'I love you so much, (Name)' he leaned down and kissed you passionately. You felt warmth spread through your body making everything feel wonderful. You slid your hands down his chest to his abdomen to the hem of his pants and when you pulled away from the kiss you looked up at him. 'I love you too, Loki. I craved after you for so long and now I'm not going to let anything tear us apart again.'

You opened his pants and his erection spring free of the fabric making your eyes go wide. You never saw anything which could turn you on so much so fast. You ran a finger over his length before grabbing him and pumping him a few times. Loki groaned in your shoulder but pulled your hand away and crawled down till his face was at your crotch. You caught a mischievous smirk on his lips before you saw stars. His tongue slid into your folds making you gasp and buck your hips but his hands pushed you back down. Your moans filled the tent but you didn't care. When you were almost there Loki let go of you making you whine disappointedly and he chuckled at your reaction.

'Soon, love' he leaned up to kiss your lips letting you taste yourself from his lips. You curled your arms around his neck and felt him position himself in front of your lower lips. You suddenly let go of him and gasped out:

'Wa-ait!' your voice cracked and you became the darkest shade of red you could imagine. 'I... I have never been... with anyone...'

Loki's eyes widened and soon his eyes grew even darker but his features showed you how happy he was.

'You are so perfect...' he sighed leaning down and kissing you again. 'I promise, you will not regret giving me your first time.'

You felt his tip push past your folds and slowly all of his length slid into you. A sharp pain shot through your body but it disappeared as quickly as it came. Both of you panted heavily gazing into each other's eyes and so Loki started moving ever so slowly at first. It was amazing. You clawed and writhed under him on the fur covered bed moaning loudly and his name leaving your lips. He picked up his pace as he embraced you tightly holding onto you just as much as you held onto him as you slowly reached your climax.

'Loki... Loki...' you panted in pleasure and felt thin lips ghost over your skin and hands roam your body as he pumped into you. His pace slowly growing ragged but you were so close to as he hit that spot inside you which made you see stars. 'I'm going to...'

'Cum, my love, cum for me... scream my name so loud so everyone can hear you belong to me now and forever!' his voice ringed in your head and you complied. As you reached your peak you screamed his name in delight and felt him expand inside of you and soon followed the feel of something hot filling you.

Loki slid out of you when he finally caught his breath and lied onto his side pulling you into his chest. You buried your face in his chest listening to his heartbeat with a smile on your face.

'I want to wake up next to you from now one every morning' you whispered cuddling into Loki. He kissed the top of your head lovingly.

'Me too'

The next morning~

You groaned as the morning light hit your face through the tent. You smiled as you felt a pair of arms embrace you and you leaned back happily.

'Good morning, my love' spoke up Loki behind you with a hoarse voice.

'Good morning, Loki' you replied turning around in his arms and pressing a kiss to his lips. You wished that moment to never end but horns signaled for everyone to get ready. You and Loki both got up and hurriedly pulled on your clothes and armor, Kweikva on your hip. You left your tent to see men hurrying through the tents. You could smell danger and death in the air and you didn't like it but now you would have your chance to get your revenge.

A sinister smile spread wide on the grey skinned man's face as he watched his army stumbled forward. His completely black eyes scanned through the army of dead soldiers stopping on one on his right side. It was a woman. Her long black hair in a loose braid, her once porcelain skin, now grey and dirty, dark red painting her lips and chin showing her feast from the other night. Her features were once beautiful and now her eyes were dull instead of the shining green orbs she had back then.

'I never thought an elf could turn into a half-dead' noted the half-eyed soulless knight who slayed Srunugr so many years ago.

'I have heard the princess returned and I thought she should have a happy family reunion' chuckled the Soulless King riding his white horse which had black eyes too.

To be continued...