#loki c'mon. you know I'm baby.

[vandal-flower]

Like Father, Like Daughter

Ror men with a daughter who is strong like them.

Requested Characters: Thor, Hercules and Shiva.

Notes: It's been a long time since I wrote for Shiva. Quite refreshing.🧉

Thor

Ever since she was born she had tried to hold Mjölnir, as it was the heaviest thing known to Asgard. (I would too.)

Though many disapproved, saying she could get hurt, Thor allowed her to. "It's a learning experience.", he said.

Though she failed picking it up entirely, she was able to at least move it a bit.

As time goes on, your dear sweet baby girl has the strength of her father.

Ask her to move mountains and she'll do it in an instant.

There was a time she pulled Loki's cheek so hard, he felt as if his face might be ripped off!

In other words, he's proud of her.

"Thor darling, please keep an eye on our daughter, I fear something might happen."

"Don't worry, she'll be alright."

Hercules

Many thought the daughter of Hercules would be sweet and kind.

Though not wrong, none of them would expect she would have the strength of her father!

Carrying uncle Ares at the age of 900. Winning against Hades in an arm wrestle at the age of 1000. You know the drill.

Her bright and sweet personality makes others think that she's not that strong.

But, oh boy. They were wrong. (So wrong.)

Her temper usually gets her strength out of control.

But don't worry, you're dear husband Hercules will save the day. Even if it means a quarter of the Heavens is destroyed.

"Herc, you have to make sure she doesn't accidentally hurt someone!"

"Don't worry my love. As long as I'm here, all is well."

Shiva

He knew this would happen, the whole pantheon knew! (Damn.)

You all weren't surprised when she took more of her father than you. From personality, style and now, strength.

Prankster and problem child at heart, her father helps her escape from your eyes.

You scold both of them for the destruction she's caused.

But as the god of destruction, he makes an excuse for her.

His three other wives must hold you back from smacking sense into the both of them.

Although it's all fun and games, you can't help but blame Shiva for his influence.

"Shiva, explain what the both of you have done."

"Nothing much, c'mon you gotta stop overreacting!"

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Umbrella Academy S4 reaction (spoilers)

I'm a little surprised how negative the reaction to S4 has been. It's flawed and a bit too loose, sure, but I think there's a thematic arc, to do with the painful but redemptive potential of selfless love, that a lot of people didn't recognize, or didn't like, possibly because it's too sentimental, or too tragic, or both.

In particular, I have a really different take on That Relationship. You know the one I mean.

But before I get to that, I just want to address the issue of unexplained plot points, of which there are certainly many.

Short version: Just let it go.

Long version: Comic-book storytelling is all about the impossible premise, the unlikely twist, the overblown threat, the arbitrary race against the clock, the catastrophic non-ending. A big part of TUA's appeal is that it takes that formula to an absurd extreme, unwinding a plot so convoluted and horrifying as to be comedic, then offering a resolution that raises more questions than it answers, and that seems final -- but is it ever? There could always be more. Even now. Because reasons.

But scratch the surface, and it's really all about the over-the-top super(anti)heroes who are surprisingly endearing, nuanced and tragic, whom the audience roots for despite a million reasons not to. Would S4 have benefitted from a few more episodes? No doubt, mostly to give each character their due (Klaus, my Klaus, you deserve more!), and to let the story breathe a bit. The plot probably wouldn't have made any more sense anyway. But c'mon, did it ever, really? So, why a subway? Why a squid? Why a diner? Does it really matter?

On to That Relationship, the much-criticized story of Lila/Five (aka Live -- can I copyright this?). This comically trope-laden ship (forbidden love, montage love, love triangle, enemies-to-lovers, pocket universe, happily-ever-after, etc) fits right into TUA sensibility. Despite being a bit underbaked, it's moving. The actors play it well, and in dropping their characters' armor, you realize how much armor they're usually wearing, how hard they're always working to cover their feelings. Out of all the characters, seeing these two having real emotions is most devastating, especially with each other. It's because this pairing is wildly unlikely that it hits.

Lila and Five have similar histories as traumatized, sensitive souls turned cold, cruel killing machines. They're smarter, more cynical, and stronger-willed than everyone around them. And they are clearly starved of love and desperate for connection. (Everyone on this show pays a price, but I find Five's terrible loneliness the most heartbreaking of all.) So then fate throws them together in a way that makes it inevitable they'll form an attachment, only to then demand of them the ultimate sacrifice. Their surprisingly quiet, life-affirming, Guinevere-and-Lancelot love is redemptive, in contrast with the meddling, selfish, and/or destructive love of others: Reginald and Abigail, Ben and Jennifer, Gene and Jean. Live aren't an unnecessary digression, they're central to the thematic development of the story. Sacrifice saves the world, but without love, there is no sacrifice.

And yes, I absolutely think Lila loves Five to the end. And while I appreciate that some might find the age difference between the actors off-putting, I don't think there was anything inappropriate on a Doylist level, and it all makes perfect sense on a Watsonian level.

Also:

Aidan Gallagher and Ritu Arya are extraordinary;

the use of Baby Shark is genius;

Diego, Luther and Allison have been the least interesting characters from the start, and S4 does nothing to change that;

Viktor needs a sense of humor;

I love that alternate universes are all the rage these days (so many great tropes started with Trek), but tbh Loki does it better;

as visual representations of the space between realities, I love both the Loki automat and the UA subway, but at some point, using recent-past retro design to signal liminal space is going to get old, which, come to think of it, will be deliciously ironic.

[mcufan72]

Caught you !

Loki x fem! Reader

18+/smut/fluff/angst/idiots in love

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 (last)

"C'mon and kiss me, Mischief …"

you whispered against his lips and you didn't have to ask twice. It was all he needed to hear. He needed your clear confirmation and your permission. He latched his lips onto yours immediately. You two kissing each other heated up soon into a heavy make out again.

It was all tongues and teeth, sloppily, steamy, wild and wet. Lips were sucked into each other's mouth, with closed eyes and passionate sighs and moans. Your tongues danced and fought for dominance.

When he lifted you up from the ground you wrapped your legs around his waist and grabbed his head with your hands, your fingers placed at his jawline and your thumbs caressed his cheeks. For a short moment while he carried you, your head was above his so you continued to kiss him demanding and longingly, enjoying the short moment of dominating him.

"I'm sorry, Lo! I'm so sorry, I was so unfair and mean to you… and I did you wrong, you didn't deserve that. I didn't mean to attack you either, it was wrong, so wrong...I just felt so helpless...please, please forgive me," you desperately whispered against his kiss-swollen lips.

"I know baby, I know…everything is forgiven, we both have made mistakes.." and you continued kissing him passionately.

When you crashed down with him on his comfy couch you got aware of what was happening here…and you didn't want to stop. His body on yours inflamed the fire of your lust completely. You didn't want to wait any longer, you wanted him to fuck you, here on the sofa. You grabbed the button strip of his shirt and ripped it apart, the buttons flew through the room. The sight of his bare toned chest, his muscles flexing because of your actions and the short moment of his surprised face made your mouth watering and you smiled lasciviously at him. You spread your legs for him and your next step would be freeing his now fully erect cock…

His hands were holding and kneading your buttocks, your legs were wrapped around his waist promisingly and you kissed him with growing desire. And you apologized to him…even if you wouldn't have done it, he would still love and want you. How could he deny you? He carried you to his comfortable big couch, laid you down, himself on top of you. He couldn't allow you to dominate him, not yet. You owned his heart already and this was more than he was willing to admit to himself right now. And you wanted him, you didn't reject him. It was more than he dared to hope and this feeling was overwhelming.

He had to stop you. Otherwise he would've cum in his boxers right here and now …but he wanted it to last as long as possible. He felt how big your arousal was, that you had spread your legs for him, looking for some friction with his cock, how desperately you wanted him to fuck you. He was going to do it but he wanted you to say it. He also knew it wouldn't take too long tonight, his need for you was as big as yours for him.

"Uuhhh…so eager for me, pet? …ah ah…you'll have to be patient, sweetheart." He panted desperately. "You'll get my cock but I want you to beg for it." The low sound of his voice held you breathless for a moment.

He knew you were made for endless nights of lust and pleasure, you were made for him and he would give it all to you, everything you want, everything you need. These nights would come, he was sure about it.

"You will never forget how good it feels to have all of me baby, to have my cock buried deep inside of your eager cunt." His voice was husky and dark. His whole body shivered in passion and he kissed you again feverishly.

He grabbed your wrists carefully but firmly and pinned them with one of his large hands above your head.

"What are you doing? I want to touch you."

"No, you hit me, pet, you've been a naughty brat, you will take what I give to you but you won't be allowed to touch me'' he moaned darkly and his voice sent shivers down your spine again. With a flick of his hand your clothes disappeared and you were shaking like a leaf when your skin was uncovered and you were trapped, naked and exposed beneath him. And you loved it. His soft skin on yours felt marvelous. How much you wanted to touch him.

He hovered above you and you nearly couldn't bear his lustful gazes at you. You wanted him to continue his conquest of your heated body. You were covered in goosebumps and when his hands trailed over your sensitive skin, an endless shiver ran up and down your spine and you arched yourself against him, searching for some friction with his engorged cock.

You wanted him so much and yes, you would beg for him to fuck you. Soon, very soon. You hoped there would be many more such nights with him. Endless nights filled with debauchery and lust. Nights when he would beg for you, beg for gratification of passion and appetite. You were sure he had a submissive side too.

"Please, fuck me Laufeyson...please I need you. ..show me how good you are..." you mumbled desperately.

The wetness pooled in your folds and with Loki's pre-cum as additional lubrication and after he had rubbed the tip of his cock over your clit frequently to increase your excitement, he slid easily into your wanton pussy, inch by desirable inch. When he felt you had adjusted to him, he began to move his hips and when he had found the perfect rhythm, he rocked himself harder into you, increasing his pace.

You spread your thighs wider for him, Loki's hands held your hips firmly and lifted them up so he had better access to the sweet spot inside of you while he kneeled between your thighs and fucked your tight pussy. Your wrists were still pinned above your head, magically now and it pushed your arousal to the next level.

To have you at his mercy, so bare and defenseless, your breasts, with incredibly erect nipples, jiggling shamelessly while he fucked you with gritted teeth, made him nearly cum too fast. You trusted him, you gave all of you to him and it made him feel wanted, safe, ….loved? No, you didn't love him, he knew that but you allowed him to own you, to make you his. Even if it was just carnal desire you had for him, it felt good, your proximity felt good, you felt good.

"How does…fuck…it feel, pet? Want…more? I'll fill you up sooo…good. You'll take…it all, sweetheart… every little bit I'm… going to give to you…"

"It…feels so good Lo… please… please I want..more…please let me touch you…"

"Not…not yet…you feel so damn good…you're so tight for me…want to…hit me...again, hhmmm pet?..."

"No, I…won't do…it…fuuck..again, I will… be a…good girl…deeper Lo…please fuck me…deeper…"

He released the magical shackles around your wrists, gripped your waist and your upper body firmly and brought you both into a sitting position. He gripped into your hair and tugged your head to the side to expose your neck for him. He kissed and licked your throat and sucked a hickey into your soft flesh.

You bounced up and down on his hard length, he stretched you perfectly and in the new position he was able to thrust deeper into your greedy pussy. With your hands on his shoulders you stabilized yourself, digging your fingers into his sweaty flesh. You felt his veiny cock massaging your pulsating walls and his hips thrust against you. His lips, teeth and tongue at your throat felt heavenly. You felt his curly hair, that framed the base of his pretty cock, rubbing over your sensitive clit and the warm feeling of an approaching orgasm became more and more intense.

When he rolled your sensitive nipples between his fingers and kneaded your breasts while he licked and sucked your earlobe and pulse point, you nearly couldn't hold back yourself convulsing around him.

"Loki…I'm…soo close…please, I beg you… make me cum…please…make me cummm…"

That was it, your words, so desperately spoken and your walls, clenching and pulsating around his shaft and sensitive tip, sent him over the edge.

"Yessss …yes pet…cum for me…now… I…make you feel so good…I'll fill you…sooo goood little one …my sweet girl …"

He covered your walls in long, hot spurts with his cum and felt you milking him when you came hard and your orgasms washed over you too. The two of you moaned each other's names like a prayer and couldn't stop groaning and sighing. He rode you both through your highs and he collapsed against your soft breasts, his sweaty face with one side pressed against them, still heavily panting and he suckled on your nipple and pressed a last kiss to it.

You had the best orgasm a lover had ever given to you. The way he made you cum, the way he held you now afterwards, was the best you've ever felt. It was such an intimate moment. You were still sitting on his lap, he in your arms, his head leaning against your breasts, his warm mouth tenderly sucking your nipple, his cock still buried inside of you…you kissed his forehead, caressed his cheek and tugged some of his messy curls behind his ear. You didn't want this moment to end.

He felt your cheek pressed against his head, you held him, one arm tightly wrapped around his shoulders, still shivering in the aftermath of your orgasm, your other hand caressing his cheek and stroking through his curls. He held you firmly in his arms which were wrapped around your torso, his hands drew lazy circles up and down your spine. The kisses you pecked on his forehead made him tear up. How much he enjoyed this special moment of intimacy with you…

"Let me clean you, darling" he murmured.

"I don't want you to go."

"I know."

"Please, just stay even a little bit longer like this, Lo! " you whispered with closed eyes.

"Okay!"

He felt satisfied and content and you looked well fucked, satisfied like him and you were so cute in his green dressing gown…he saw you gazing at him with a quizzical look in your eyes while he stroked your thighs softly.

After he had cleaned you with a warm washcloth and himself with his seiđr, you two sat down on his bed, facing each other, your legs wrapped around his waist with ankles crossed. His long muscular legs surrounded you. You casually leaned back on your hands and gazed at him, satisfied and content, waiting for him to do or say something. His hands caressed your thighs and hips tenderly and his eyes looked deep into yours. He was in his boxers again and you in his dressing gown…it smelled heavenly, it smelled like him…

"What?" he questioned carefully.

"Say something!"

"Why me? Say you something!"

"What are we now, Lo?"

"What do mean?"

"As I asked you…what are we now? Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? We continue hating us but if we're both too horny we fuck each other senseless?… I mean…it would be a good alternative to masturbation, I guess." you suggested but it was not what you really meant.

"If that's your wish, I can live with that… and it's absolutely my idea of a non-binding relationship…fuck buddies then…" it was not the genuine answer he wanted to give you.

"Fuck buddies then…" you answered quietly and disappointed. It was not what you wanted to hear from him.

"What are you doing?"

You took his hands away from your thighs, unwrapped your legs from his waist, stood up and looked for your clothes Loki had made disappear from you body earlier. You found them neatly folded on a chair.

"May I use your bathroom?"

You closed the door behind you…and the tears you had held back from falling in front of him, flew down your cheeks.

"Sure!…" Loki felt a desperate feeling rising up in his heart.

'Fuck buddies then…how could she want me. I'm pathetic, whoring around, I'm such a fool… I do everything every single day to annoy her, to wreck her nerves…how could I even think that her hate towards me would turn into love just because of satisfying her or my carnal desires…'

'Did I really think a man like him would choose me?…a literal god…you're so stupid…a god would never ever want me or love me… I made myself his whore today, against my principles …but I can still hate him and tease him and fuck him sometimes now…I still have him...somehow…'

He stood at the table in his room and poured some wine into a glass and emptied it with one large gulp. He should take another one and a hot bath and never think about you as his lover again. He would run a bath for himself as soon as you left his bathroom.

He felt your gaze on him. Why didn't you come to him and embrace him from behind, just like a lover would do…it would be the best thing you could do to him right now, he would love and appreciate it. But it was not what you wanted and he had to accept it. He would keep the idea of the hot bath and another glass of wine.

After you had put your clothes on and dried your tears, you opened the door and entered Loki's room again. He stood at the table with his back facing you, emptying a glass of wine. The sight of him made you want to wrap your arms around him from behind, cuddle up to his back, caressing his chest and the soft skin of his abs and hold him tight. Just like a lover would do right now. But it was not what he wanted and you had to accept it.

"I leave now, Mischief. It's late. We all have to get up very early tomorrow. Thanks for the ….satisfying encounter." You tried to sound confident but you failed somehow.

"My pleasure, pet. Repeatable whenever you want…just let me know!" Hurt lingered in his deep voice. He wasn't able to look at you. He didn't want you to see the tears in his eyes.

"I'll do.. good night, Mischief" you said sadly and turned towards the door because you wanted to leave immediately.

"Good night, sweetheart,'' he answered in his sarcastic voice which was so familiar to you. He turned around and walked to the bathroom without looking at you.

He had to go to the bathroom quickly, he couldn't stand your presence anymore without crying hurtful tears. He didn't look at you, he couldn't, he just wanted you to leave and walked past you. He let the water run into the tub and heard the entrance door falling into the lock. A tear escaped his eye. You were gone.

'I'll see her again tomorrow before I leave and we will have our familiar banter, with all the venomous words, hate and annoyance again. It will be the only thing beside the sex now I will ever get from her. But it's okay as long as she's there'

"I can't."

"What? What are you still doing here?"

He turned around astonished and saw you leaning in the doorframe of the bathroom with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"I can't…I can't be your fuck buddy!"

"Oh…yeah…it's okay and to be honest I can't be your fuck buddy either, and to tell you the truth, I don't want to." he said eagerly.

"No?"

"No!"

"Oh…?!"

"No, because…"

It had to be now or never. He walked towards you and pulled you into a close embrace, nudging your nose with his, his soft lips so close to yours. You grabbed his biceps tenderly but firmly.

"...because …I'm in love with you, more than I'm ready to admit and I want you too much. I want more than just having sex with you, I want so much more baby. All I ever wanted was you, and you alone. I want it all…I want a life with you…" he told you softly.

You smiled at him, tilted your head to the side and looked behind him towards the tub, still gripping his biceps firmly. You looked back into his eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Tell me, Mischief…is there enough space for two in your bathtub? And by the way…you still have my pillow…" You batted your eyes at him.

He laughed unbelievingly, bit his lower lip and his head tilted down slightly, his black curls tickled your face, before he looked back into your eyes again.

"Yes, there's enough space for two and I'll share my bed and my glass of wine with you happily."

This made you smile blissfully.

"But only if we drink the wine from my mug, you had stolen from me!"

"Stolen?" He gasped playfully. "Me? I would never do that!" he said, dismayed and winked with one eye at you.

"Lo?"

"Hmmmh..?"

"Do you really want to share your life with me, too?"

"You have no idea how much I want that, my love!"

He had caught you in every way, you wanted to get caught by the man you love. You needed him more than anything else, he was the man you wanted to spend your life with.

And you had caught him, with your charm, the way you always battled with him and with your comforting presence, your wild love and your own special way of dealing with him. He wanted you around him forever. He wanted that life with you.

"C'mon and kiss me, Mischief because… I'm so in love with you. All I ever wanted was you, it has always been you…and please come back to me from that mission, in one piece and unharmed!"

"Will you wait for me, my love?"

"I will wait for you, Laufeyson. I will wait for you."

The end

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I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading 💖

@lokisprettygirl

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[avengersacademyarchive]

Mission: See The Light, part 2

Electro: You got Hulk to be your courtroom hype man?! C'mon, baby! You know nobody stars more hyped than Electro! WOOOOOOOOO! Loki: You might be right, but I find you hugely annoying. Electro: It's all good, baby! I'm completely secure in my hypeness! WOOOOOOO! Loki: Please go away.

[gabbyzeyla]

Hi guys!! So, I'm new on this awesome app, and I wanna try to write a few marvel stories for you! My name is Gabby and Loki's my favorite marvel character!

Also, this is my first ever story, so any tips will help! This story contains a lot of TW so be careful!!

I'm open to requests, but they WILL take some time cuz I'm still in school! Any likes, shares or followers definitely help!! Thank you guys!!! 💚

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CAKE

!!TW!! this story contains mention of and/or very detailed or not so detailed talks of: abuse, rape, self harm, needles, shotting (very likely), shouting/screaming, all kinds of emotions, hospitals (very likely) LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY!

1. The Nightmare

It was around 3 am. As you laid on the bed, next to the famous Black Widow, who was curently watching over you, you started moving and moving in the bed, signaling Natasha that it's happening again. What's happening again? You having an nightmare about all the things those men did to you before Nat had rescued you. After noticing, she sat up, now sitting on the bed, and tried to wake you up, by calling your name, not risking to make the whole thing even worse by touching you.

"Malysh, wake up sweetie. C'mon, wake up..wake up..."

After 10 more minutes of trying to wake you, you finally did. Not in the most pleasent way, but you did. After the painful scream that you woke up with, you began panicking, as a sign for Natasha to come in front of you.

"Malysh? Sweetheart, are you okay? Can I touch you, Kaya? Is it okay if I touch you?"

You shake your head, telling the Black Widow you did not want to be touched right now. True, the people who hurt you were only and only men, but that doesn't mean you're perfectly okay with women, either. And Nathasha understood that, she truly did.

"Alright, that's okay, I understand that. Would you like a glass of water, malysh?"

Again, you shook your head, your hands still slightly shaking, but you're no more hyperventilating.

"Okay, that's fine. Can I touch you now? Can I hold your hands, malysh?"

You nod this time. You're feeling better, and your breathing is normal again. You're still a little tense, but 'baby steps do matter', as Nathasha said.

"Ok, you ready?"

You nod again. She reaches out to you, but you flinch and back away quickly.

"It's okay, it's okay. I won't hurt you, ok? You're safe here, malysh."

You nod, a sign to make her know you got the message.

"May I touch you now? Do you feel alright with it?"

You nod, this time you were sure you could bare the skin contact. It may not be a big deal for others, but for you, it was a huge deal. You were still very scared it was just a dream or that you haven't actually escaped the hell hole and the memories of your suffering there still felt very real to you. Nat was patient. Oh, how patient she was. She stayed with you since she rescued you, with no one pressuring her to do it. She chose to do it. As did the men who made you suffer. Now holding your hands, the famous hero lets a small smile slide across her face. It was reassuring. She knew that very well.

"Come on, malysh. Let's get you back to sleep."

At the mention of sleep, you shook your head. You didn't want to go back to sleep. No, going back to sleep meant getting nightmares again, and you for sure did not want that. These nightmares hurt you, mentally the most, but it almost feels as they also hurt you physically.

"That's alright. We can stay up a little longer if you want."

You nod at that. A night without 3 to 5 nightmares sounded like heaven, even thought it meant staying up all night. You didn't mind it as long as you got away for this night with only 2 nightmares, the one you recently got and the one you had a few hours ago, at 1 am, maybe? You lost track of time, but Natasha surely didn't. The heroine cared for you, spoke so soft, calm and caring and you felt safe with her. Well, more safer then you ever felt in your whole life. You still had your doubts sometimes, but the romanoff always reminded you that it was normal after eveything you went through. She also told you many many times that you had gone through so much more then her. You didn't quite believe her, but she reassured you again and again, never stopping from making you feel safe with her around you.

After some convincing and a lot of promises from Natasha, she finally got you to go back to sleep. After making sure you fell asleep, she just laid there, next to you, and looked at you with such a caring expression, like she wanted someone to look at her when she fell asleep.

Then, it was clear to her. She cared for you like a daughter, or like a sister. The romanoff wasn't quite sure which was it, but she did know she loved you.

[goth-giraffe]

Would it be too cringey to get this and pretend Loki bought it for me

Loki: Yes it would

[curseofaphrodite]

the gods among us

andrew!peter x loki-variant!reader | fluff

summary: you're a loki variant who's sucked into the multiverse mess. you meet the famous Peter Parker, as well as two more Peter Parkers, one more annoying than the other. | FEM!READER NO WAY HOME SPOILERS! : Labcoat Peter is andrew!Peter btw.

Waking up in a pile of sand described your entire life in less than ten words.

One second, you were arguing with Mobius and now here you are, surrounded by trashcans and dirt. Luckily, you still had your knives, which were your only source of comfort. Last week, Sylvie had given you a wide range of choices of weapons to choose from, but you stuck to your daggers. You didn't have the time or patience to figure out machine guns and crossbows.

Besides, the only secret one needs to know about knives was something you had already memorized years ago — the sharper the edge, the cleaner the cut.

You stood up, groaning from the mild pain which was now climbing up your spine. Before you could figure out your next step, a familiar voice spoke from behind.

"Y/N?"

You let out a sigh of relief.

In foreign lands, who wouldn't be happy to see someone friendly? Peter Parker got under your skin most of the time, but he's one of the only few Avengers you didn't hate. You also immediately connected the dots — if there's Peter, you were on Midgard, a place you have been to a lot of times because of Loki.

"What's going on? Didn't you like, die last year?"

"No, that was Loki," you corrected, loosening the grip on your knife.

"No, I'm pretty you both died."

"Gods never really die," you said mysteriously, not wanting to explain how Loki stole the Tesseract and weaseled his way out of this mess. Your words had the intended effect on him, whose mouth fell open like a baby who's been shown card tricks for the first time.

"But how am I here?" you wondered, shivering against the cold. "I was literally winning the argument against Mobius and now I'm in this dump of a planet, no offense."

"None taken. Er, listen I might know something about that."

You groaned. "What did you do now? Are we in another world catastrophe?"

"It's more of an intergalactic problem," he said, pointing to the door behind him, something you haven't noticed before.

Turns out, you were currently standing in the dumpster behind some sort of unused laboratory. Or that's what you assumed by the hazard pictogram on the metal anyway.

Hesitating, you followed the boy inside. He muttered under his breath about something or the other, but you were too distracted to make out the words.

"There are some new faces by the way," he said, sounding exhausted.

Finally stepping into the light, you saw that it indeed was a laboratory, but it definitely wasn't empty. Ned and MJ were people you instantly recognized, but there were two more men — one in a labcoat and another in casual attire.

"Y/N!" MJ smiled, which made you soften inside. It wasn't everyday that someone was happy to see you. "Peter, c'mon did the multiverse thing bring her here too?"

"I think so?" he said, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, meet Y/N everyone."

The one you assumed to be the oldest just gave you a sympathetic smile, as if he could see how confused and worried you were inside. Nice guy, you decided.

The Labcoat looked up from whatever solution he was brewing, web-shooters pointing straight at you already. Not so nice.

"She's friendly, we know her," Peter said quickly, the one who was still standing next to you. You remained unaffected by Labcoat's hostility and decided to clear some things up.

"Wait, wait they're your variants?" you were excited. It wasn't every day you met others of your kind.

"Kind of?"

His hesitation made you raise an eyebrow. "And I'm here because someone tampered with the multiverse?"

"Possibly," he nodded grimly.

"That someone being you?"

"It wasn't his fault!" Labcoat Peter said sharply, though he did lower his hands.

"Charmed to meet you too," you said, tilting your head to one side. "What are you people trying to do anyway?"

"There are monsters we need to cure—" the youngest Peter's voice was cut off by Labcoat.

"Don't tell her the plan, she looks suspicious." He almost sounded like a protective brother, which you found interesting.

You did a quick scan of his face. Kind eyes, but tired ones. He's been pushing himself for the last many years, you could see that. Why he had marked you as untrustworthy was yet to be known, but it wasn't the most unusual thing to happen that day.

"I'm literally the nicest person ever," you shrugged, sitting down on an empty chair.

"Is that why you have a knife?"

"Three knives," you corrected. "Plus one switchblade."

"Okay, we're not fighting when we have things to do," the oldest Peter said, gesturing to all the different books before him. "And you look cold, do you want a blanket or something? I can look around—"

"I'm fine," you interrupted. "I'd rather have a ticket out of this place and you mortals clearly need my help."

You were about to take a bottle of acetone, but webs knocked it out of your hands. Unsurprised, you glared at Labcoat. It was clear that you wouldn't get anything done if he's still being like this.

"I don't care who you think you are," you said angrily, standing up. "But you should think twice before getting on the bad side of a witch and a god."

"You're a god?" Just for a second, he looked genuinely surprised. It definitely caught him off guard. You smiled.

"God is just a title, witch is what you should watch out for," you said, snapping your fingers.

The bottle instantly flew out of his reach and came back to your waiting fingers. That little show did render him speechless, making you oddly proud inside.

"Right so, uh, now that's done, here's our plan," the youngest Peter said, spreading a chart over the table.

------

Their idea was well thought out, which also mean it was very boring.

You almost drifted off to sleep while Peter was lecturing on how to make the cures. Being a Loki and convincing others that you wanted to be helpful was no small feat, especially when there seemed to be someone who wanted to see you fail.

But as much as Labcoat Peter was annoying, he was also the one who did his part first, meaning your target of the plan should be him.

Of course you had a plan, you're a Loki. You were not exactly concerned with the well-being of Midgard. Interested? Yes. Not so much worried. You had more pressing issues, none of which could be addressed if you're stuck here.

"Hello," you said smoothly, sliding your seat next to him. Labcoat looked up, suddenly wary.

"I won't do it," he said plainly.

"I didn't say anything—"

"You're obviously in need of something. Why else would you stick around on Earth?" he asked, as though it was clear as the water in front of him.

"Peter's my friend."

"Acquaintances is a better word. If expect me to believe you care about him, then you must think I'm not the smartest."

You frowned. It might have been your fault to underestimate him but that didn't mean you were going to give up. You decided to take a different approach. Heroes were always easily persuadable.

"Fine," you sighed, folding your hands. "I do wanna go back. Is that so bad?"

"If you care about going back more than fixing this, that makes you dangerous," he recited off, taking a solution even though you knew it was ready.

"You're stupid if you think I need a reason to be dangerous," you smiled, leaning your head against your hand and looking up at him. Your playfulness only made him seem more tired.

"Alright then," he said, giving in. "If you're so powerful, what do you want? Why can't you just spin and vanish to wherever you wanna go in a puff of green smoke?"

"Because I don't know where the TVA is," you replied, a little impatiently. "I need a temp pad to go back and it's not something I can make in two seconds."

"And you think I'll make it?" He sounded so amused that you knew he won't agree to it so easily.

You thought for a bit before speaking. "TVA is ruining my life. All Lokis' lives actually. You're a variant of a Peter Parker. You don't know what it's like for us.

You get to be a hero in every universe. What would you do if you spend your whole life running and came to realize that the dumb choices you did weren't your fault but some idiots calling themselves the Time-Keepers?"

"What?"

"You got to be good. I didn't have a choice," you said sharply. "I'd rather go back to my own universe and see my mom, my cat, and my plant — gods, did anyone even water the plant? And you know how long it's been since I've had the pancakes made by my brother?"

"Where are you going with this?" He interrupted, angrily meeting your eyes.

"You can go back home," you whispered, showing just a crack of vulnerability. Just enough that he visibly softened. "I can't. Not ever. The least I can do is burn down TVA and any gods who think they can take away free will. I just need the temp pad and I swear I'll go my own way."

"I haven't even heard of temp pad before! You can't expect me to make it!" he said defensively.

"You're smart and I'll help," you said, your voice suddenly excited. "Please?"

He sighed, making you properly smile. Heroes were always easily persuadable, especially if you made them think they were saving you.

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"Where were you?" MJ asked, seeing you walk back into the laboratory half an hour later.

"Had to take care of something," you winked, then threw a glass rod to Labcoat. He caught it easily, not even looking up from what he was working on.

"This is too short," he said, then instantly added, "nevermind, I'll take care of it."

"What are you guys working on?" the youngest Peter asked, removing his glass goggles. "I thought you finished the cures."

"I did, this is just something for Y/N- AHA!" Labcoat Peter jumped up, and you almost expected him to start tap dancing. "Finally!"

"Is it done?" you asked, alarmed. "Already?"

"I think so, I've done all you told me, and now the chip's properly installed." He showed the small rectangle device, making you almost scream with joy yourself. Just as you were about to reach for it, he raised it over his head.

You groaned. "What now?"

"You are not walking off into the sunset while the rest of us needs help," he said, pointing to the laboratory. "You know magic. If anything goes wrong, it's good to have a god for backup."

"I thought I was suspicious."

"No, you're just annoying. I promise I'll give you the temp pad after this mess is over."

"Or I can just kill—" you stopped when you saw the youngest Peter was staring. No matter how grown-up he may be, he still looked like a wound puppy, or more specifically, like a kid whose parents are always fighting. You also remembered how he just lost his aunt.

"Fine," you muttered bitterly.

"Great!" MJ clapped her hands. "Do we start looking for the monsters now? Are all loose ends tied up nice and tight?"

"Actually, there's still Mr. Strange," the youngest Peter said, frowning. "I did trap him in the mirror dimension but I'm pretty sure he can't stay there for long."

"Don't worry about that, I took care of it," you said quickly.

"You did?" the oldest Peter asked, astonished.

"Why did you think I disappeared a while ago? I knew Stephen was the only one no one thought of so I kinda went ahead and did my own thing. Closed the portals for 24 hours. You're welcome."

"I thought you were out to get glass rods," Ned said, confused.

"I just picked it up from the trashcans on my way back." You shrugged. Everyone still looked surprised. "Seriously? Me helping without any strings attached is such a new concept?"

"It is, but we'll take about that later," Labcoat Peter said shrewdly. "And are we sure that the sorcerer Strange is such a liability? What if we need him?"

"Pfft, we won't," youngest Peter said, waving it off.

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ONE HOUR LATER

"Uh, I think we need Mr. Strange!" he yelled, looking at the sky.

You followed his lead, then immediately wished you hadn't. There seemed to be purple clouds, which wouldn't be alarming if there weren't thousands of silhouettes adorned among them, as if the stars are transforming into millions of people.

You gulped, knowing most of them were probably unfriendly.

"We need to stop this messed up spell now," you yelled, eyes trained on the approaching madness.

"CALL BACK STRANGE!" Labcoat Peter yelled. "Open the portals and bring him back!"

"How the hell do I do that— he's going to be there for 24 hours!"

"Do you want the temp pad or not?"

You bit down your lips, something you did whenever you had to make a choice between what was good for you versus what was good for everyone else.

"Give me the temp pad first," you demanded, holding out your hand.

"No, I'm not stupid," he said, stepping closer.

Cursing, you closed your eyes, trying to think of any incantation which would work, something to break the protective charm you had placed over the mirror dimension. If you somehow did that, Stephen could easily find his own way back.

You decided on a simple reversible spell, one that wasn't too complicated to do or remember. Clapping your hands together, you drew upon the power from any source you could — the air, the earth, the smell of apple trees a mile away — anything and everything you could connect with.

"Now," you whispered, lowering yourself and touching the ground with your hand.

Green smoke peaked out of the pebbles, then a glass-shattering sound echoed through the plane, one that was so strong that everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. You tried to help, but all it seemed to do was bring a ringing to everyone's ears.

"What the hell happened?" an unfamiliar voice said, making you turn in shock. A man in a long red cape was looking upon your small group with exasperated eyes.

"Mr. Strange!" the youngest Peter yelled, running forwards to hug him.

Stephen frowned at this gesture of affection and you would have laughed, but you had more pressing issues at hand. You turned to your Peter.

"Give me the temp pad, Labcoat," you said sharply, pointing at his hand.

"Labcoat? That's worse than Webhead," he scoffed, though he did seem entertained. Too entertained actually.

"I did what you asked!" you snapped. "Now hand it over."

"I said I'll give it to you after you're done with the fight," he said, holding the device close to his heart. "And you're going back to your home, not TVA. Go back to your family and land of pancakes."

"No," you gritted your teeth, angry and exhausted after the spell you just did.

You pounced, trying to get it off his annoyingly sticky fingers. He clawed at it with force, and the two of you were literally wrestling over a device while the universe was falling apart. Not your best moment.

"Let it go," you warned. "I'm saying this one last time, let it go."

"No!" he yelled.

"Then we're doing this my way," you whispered triumphantly, then pressed the button on its screen, the one that had the coordinates of where you needed to be.

Then all turned to dust.

-----

Pure darkness greeted you when you opened your eyes. You stood up, lighting the nearest lantern with magic, and saw that you were in a cellar of some kind.

"Where the hell am I?" Labcoat Peter yelled, jumping up from the floor at the sudden light.

"Welcome to TVA!" you said smugly. "I told you to let go."

"Huh," he stood up, looking around. "TVA's smaller than I imagined."

"Well, we're obviously in some kind of basement, I just need to find a way out." You squinted your eyes. "Wait, why are you not freaking out?"

"Hm?" He turned to you with a smile he had clearly lost trying to fight. "Oh, that's because we're in Tessa's cafe. In the cellar actually."

"What?"

"See," he pointed to the boxes in the corner, the ones that had a large 'T' printed on their sides. "I recognize the logo."

You were only more confused. "You've been to TVA before?"

He laughed, a full booming laugh that made you want to strangle him. "We're not in TVA, Your Highness."

A god doesn't usually go speechless, but that's sort of what happened with you. Saying "no" repeatedly under your breath, you went to the door, trying to force it open.

"The temp pad didn't work?" you yelled all the while you were pulling at the handle. "Why the fuck didn't it work?"

"Because I don't know how to make a fudging temp pad!" he said, still amused. "I'm smart, but not enough to literally make a portal through universes. I made a random gadget so you would stick around and help us."

"You did what?"

"I don't know how we're back at my universe though. My best bet is Stephen took care of it and fixed the spell. See, I knew he'd be useful!"

You were fuming.

No really, you could feel the anger coursing through your veins, burning everything from the inside out.

"I'm. Stuck. In. Your. Fucking. Universe?"

"With me!" he added joyfully. "Now I know it won't be as good as your pancakes but Tessa's has some excellent coffee. C'mon, it's my treat."

He used his webs to pull the door open, then casually walked past you, oblivious to your glares.

You followed him reluctantly because there wasn't much you could do. After the entire mess in Midgard, coffee didn't sound so bad. You could always just kill him later.

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Since the Barbie movie releases in almost a year, I thought I'd hype up the movie in advance with a Barbie themed sleepover. No sleepover is complete without our fave doll 😊 Plus, Simu is in it so I gotta give the husband my full support bahaha

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[born-to-lose]

Hello, I'm your boyfriend

Pairing: Slash x fem!reader

Requested by anon

Summary: Slash comes to your rescue when you run into your ex by pretending to be your boyfriend.

Tags: fake dating, fluff

Words: 716

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When you decided to go to the club to see a band play, you didn't expect - and also really didn't want or need - to run into your ex-boyfriend Scott by the bar.

He had this seemingly nice bright smile on his face, but you could tell it was fake. While the two of you had still been together, he would look at you like that every time he had fucked up, usually accompanied by flowers or some other gift. You could always see right through him and asked what he had done, but his response was only ever, "Nothing, I just wanted to show you how much I love you." Of course that wasn't true and his constant lying and cheating eventually led to your breakup.

"I was thinking maybe we could have a fresh start?" Scott suggested, trying to sound genuine. You must admit he was a good actor - or at least good enough to make you believe he was serious about your relationship for years - but you didn't fall for his games anymore. There was no way he would ever change and even if he was a slightly different person now, you didn't have the energy to deal with him again.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "There's a reason why I broke up with you."

"C'mon," he begged, "you need to get over that! I've changed. Give me a second chance!"

"This would be your sixth chance, Scott," you said simply, turning to walk away from him.

He reached out to wrap his arm around you, but you shrugged him off, really pissed off now. Suddenly, you felt someone else's hand on your shoulder. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" he asked protectively.

You turned around to see a young man with long dark curly hair that covered most of his face standing next to you. Realizing he was going to pretend to be your boyfriend in order to help you get rid of Scott, you played along. "That's my ex," you explained, glaring at said person.

The man blew some hair out of his face and looked daggers at Scott. "Fuck off, man. She's taken. And don't fucking touch her again unless you want to take this outside," he threatened.

"Whatever, bitch," Scott muttered, finally giving up and buzzing off. Thank God he had never been one to get into fistfights because you'd rather not cause one between your ex-boyfriend and someone you didn't even know in the middle of a busy club.

Once he was out of earshot, the stranger removed his hand from your shoulder. "Sorry for barging in like that. I've just been watching you - not in a weird way of course - and I saw him hit on you and thought you could need some help," he hastily explained, worried that you might think he's a creep. "My name's Slash by the way."

You gave him a small smile. "Thanks for stepping in, I really appreciate it. I'm (y/n)."

Slash returned the smile and ran a hand through his curls which fell into his eyes just a second later. To be honest, he was kind of cute and you couldn't help but smile wider.

"Um… would you maybe want to get a drink after the show?" he asked after a pause. "I'd really like to get to know you a bit, but I need to be on stage in a couple of minutes."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, so your band is playing tonight?"

He nodded proudly. "Yup. But that's not an answer to my question."

Since he sounded so eager, you decided to keep him in suspense a little longer. "So you don't only want to pretend to be dating me is what I'm hearing?" you teased in a low voice.

"Maybe so," he replied in the same tone, smirking.

You were silent for a moment, keeping eye contact with him before eventually saying, "Okay, then I'll see you later?"

Slash broke out into a wide smile. "Yes, just wait here and I'll meet you as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy the show!"

With that, he left and pushed through the crowd to get to the backstage area. Seems like you do need to be grateful that you ran into your ex after all…

[parkers-gal]

Heyy. Could you repost the fic where reader announces She s pregnant but gets scared that Peter will reject her so she breaks up with him? (I had requested part 2 of the 2 parts if I'm not wrong.) You don't have to ofc! Love you 💙💙

yep, i’ll post part two too!

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warnings: lol pregnancy, slight angst, cursing (characters are all 18+)

wc: 2k

There was a fine line between a lot of things, but being pregnant and not being pregnant was not one of those things. In hindsight, maybe Midtown should have told the students which condom brands were least effective, or maybe even May or Pepper. And just by luck, Y/N happened to have skipped her birth control pills for two days in a row, the two days she spent entirely with Peter. And now, though she didn't know it was inevitable, she was facing consequences she thought would come much later in life, if at all. 

What would her parents say? How would Peter even react? Would she keep it? Would Peter support her either way? 

She didn't want to find out the answers to any of the questions flying through her mind. In all honesty, she didn't want to ask the questions at all. Instead, she sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the cabinets as she let tears slip in realization that this was going to change her life forever. 

Wiping off a few last stray tears, she tucked the test into the back of the cabinet before getting up and leaving the bathroom, grabbing her purse and making her way to the front door.

"Y/N, honey? Are you alright?" Her mother asked right before she left. "You were in there an awful long time, hun."

"'m fine, mom, just thinking. I'll be back, probably gonna get more of my stuff."

Y/N was just in the middle of moving out and into her own apartment. She was corning her last year of college, and she figured it was best to slowly transition into her own life as an independent adult. As of right now, her apprenticeship wasn't the best she could get, so she was only moving into the Avengers tower with the rest of the team until she got the promotion her mentor promised her. Despite being an avenger, she didn't actually work for Tony or Bruce, and she didn't depend on them as much as Peter did. She was still close with all of them, though. 

Walking through the double doors, she gave a small nod and smile to George, the man who stood on guard at the entrance of the tower. Making her way to the elevators, she pressed the button and debated on what she was going to say to Peter. 

The living quarters of the tower were two main floors, but the central living center had the kitchen, so most Avengers stayed there until "curfew," as Tony had called it. 

Making her way through the halls, she passed the kitchen, where Bucky, Sam, Steve, Wanda, and Natasha were located, talking and drinking what must've been one of Steve's old fashioned drinks. 

"Hey, Y/N," they greeted her individually. In response, she only nodded, trying to get to Peter as fast as possible. Furrowed brows and wide eyes they were, shocked at how closed off she was being. It was only when she left the room that Wanda gasped, staring at the spot Y/N had just been on. 

"What?" Nat said quickly, urgently. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Back in Peter's room, Y/N had just knocked, Peter granting her access and she stepped inside, clutching her purse close to her as her breathing quickened and her pulse increased. 

"Hey, babe," Peter said, his back to her as he fiddled with something on the bookshelf. 

"P- .. Peter, we need to talk." 

At this, he spun around, glancing in her eyes to try and decipher what she was thinking and what she was about to say. What came next was not what he expected. 

"Okay."

"We need to break up."

"W-what? Why? I though- I thought w-"

"We just need to break up- I'm breaking up with you," she rushed out. 

"Baby, come on, let's talk about this. Tell me why. Did I do something? Did something happen? I can make it better, I can change- make things right, c'mon don't just-"

"Peter I'm breaking up with you," she said, her voice cracking as she finally allowed the tears to flood her eyes. Peter was full on crying as she turned around and left his room. Thirty seconds passed before he went sprinting out of the room after her. 

Wanda and Natasha had called just about every Avenger into the compound's kitchen, and just in time to see Y/N leaving with tearful eyes and Peter chasing after her. 

Wanda hadn't explained to anyone what she had read in Y/N's mind. Though they knew something was up, they weren't prepared to witness the action of the words (or thoughts). 

"Y/N," Peter breathed out. "Y/N!" he said again, gripping her wrist to spin her around. "Why? Why the fuck would you just drop that? What happened to us?"

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, Parker." 

"I'm not! I just want to know why the girl I'm in love with is leaving me so sudden! Don't you think I at least deserve to know why?"

A few more tears fell down her face before she exhaled. "I wish.. I wish I could tell you, Peter."

"Well why don't you?!"

"I- I can't."

"Did you stop loving me? Was that it? Did I do something?"

"I didn't stop loving you. I could never stop loving you-"

"Then why are you giving up on us?!" Peter exclaimed with defeat, both of his hands pulling at his hair before covering his face as he started crying again. 

Y/N stepped forward, hesitantly about to reach out to console him before deciding against it and leaving altogether. 

When she was gone, Wanda breathed loudly, Natasha doing the same. 

"Peter.." Nat said, walking towards him slowly. "Are you... alright-?"

"She just- did it!" Peter whined out, abruptly cutting her off. Natasha rushed forward to catch him and he gripped her tight as he cried out to whichever god cursed him.

"We need to talk," Wanda whispered to Nat, before filing out and leaving the two alone. 

***

"What the fuck was that about?" Sam exclaimed in the training room. The Avengers had resorted to the gym for some privacy, knowing neither Y/N nor Peter would come willingly unless they had scheduled training, which neither did. 

"Seriously, though," Bucky replied. "They were doing so well, things were going so great-"

"Okay everyone just sit down!" Wanda exclaimed, pacing back and forth as Natasha stood next to her, rubbing her forehead in thought. 

"Do you know why?" Steve asked after a moment. 

When Wanda didn't vocalize her response, merely making guilty eye contact, the Avengers knew. 

"Of course you know," Bruce said. 

"Okay, what's this about?" Tony said, coming through the doors, a few minutes late. 

"Y/N just broke up with Peter," Loki stated blandly.

"What the fuck?"

"I know, right?" Steve said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and sympathy for the pair. 

"And.." Tony glanced back and forth between Nat and Wanda and the rest of the crew. "Wanda knows?"

"Mhmm," Nat hummed. 

"Well, wouldn-"

"Y/N is pregnant," Wanda blurted out. 

The silence that overcame the group was deafening. Pure shock and surprise were overwhelming emotions as the heroes struggled to wrap their minds around the realization, the truth. 

"Holy fuck," Sam whispered. 

"That's why.. she broke up with Pete?" Bucky said. 

"Mhmm," Wanda hummed back quickly. "I could feel the anxiety she had. I think she let it get the best of her. She was still in shock, still panicking. I don't think she's known for long." 

"We have to do-"

"No, we don't do anything. Nobody says a thing, nobody does a thing," Natasha informed strictly. "I swear to fuck if any of you do something I will come for you myself. Let Wanda and me handle this. You all don't know the start about female anatomy." 

"Yes, ma'am," Bucky replied, the others nodding in agreement. 

***

About a week later, Y/N was walking into the training room. She saw Steve, Natasha, Peter, Tony, and Bucky standing around talking about something, and as much as she wanted to avoid him, she also knew that she had to attend training. 

"Hey, Y/N/N," Tony greeted. "I'm making some schedule changes."

"Okay.." she said after a moment, putting her bag on the bench as she glanced at his clipboard before making eye contact again. 

"Pete, you're in for four days a week, each a two hour session. You'll spar with Steve for two sessions, five mile runs with Nat, power training with Bucky and Sam, you know the drill."

"Y/N," he started, flipping a page. "I'm.. cutting your sessions to thirty minutes each. Only twice a week."

"What the fuck, why, Tony?" She asked.

"Yeah, that seems unreasonable and unfair. She gets less time and I get more?" Peter joined. 

"Well, I just want to be cautious with the baby on the way and all that," Tony said nonchalantly.

Time seemed to freeze as the group went dead silent, all except for Peter. 

"Baby? What baby? What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked, glancing between Tony and Y/N. "Y/N? Ar- are you- are you pregnant?" 

She closed her eyes and exhaled, her hands clammy and sweaty as they were balled into fists.

"I'-I'm..."

"Is that why you broke up with me?" he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as the realization hit him. "You thought you'd leave me before I had the chance to do that do you?"

"I can't do this right now," Y/N breathed, rushing out of the room. Peter ran after her, and Natasha punched Tony in the arm once they had left. 

"Y/N, Y/N!" Peter exclaimed, catching up to her and spinning her around. "Is it true?"

She closed her eyes before nodding again. When she opened her lids, her eyes were glossy and red, "Yeah." 

"Were you ever going to tell me?" he whispered, voice cracking. 

"I don't- I don't know, Peter! I was so afraid you were going to break up with me or leave me or that you were going to hate me if I didn't keep it or that my parents would disown me or some shit like that! I just did it first to avoid it all."

"Avoid it all?" Peter repeated. "I love you, Y/N," he stated, grabbing both of her hands. "A baby isn't going to change that, whether you keep it or you don't. It's your body, so it's your choice," he said, and her head rolled in disbelief as she sighed. "I love you," he stated again, tightening his grip on her hands. "And you're carrying my baby. Did you ever think I'd be happy?"

"Peter we're so young, basically fresh out of high school-" 

"I know it's unplanned, Y/N, and that makes it so scary. But I would never abandon you like that."

"I really love you, Peter," Y/N huffed out, her tears beginning to free fall now. 

"I know baby," Peter said while pulling her into his chest and embracing her for the first time in a week. 

After a few moments, Y/N's breathing evened out and Peter spoke up. "Are... are you going to keep it?" he whispered, kissing the top of her head. 

Her throat was sticky from crying, and after a few seconds, she answered. "I am." 

Peter held her at arm's length to look at her, really look at her, and he kneeled down and kissed her stomach, voicing his excitement and feelings. 

The Avengers, who were watching from the doorway of the training room, smiled in relief, a few of them wiping stray tears and rubbing their eyes to regain their composure. 

"God they're growing up," Tony whispered. 

"Not just yet," Pepper fired back, glancing at the pair before grinning herself, thankful they were in this together. 

(part two is out)

[loki--fics]

Stardust - Part 3

Loki x Reader

content warnings: cancer / illness mention

author's note: i apologise if any of the story parts seem to end in an odd spot, i'm not always the best at finding ways to end story parts (usually either because i end up continuing to ramble on and on and the story part ends up super long, or because i'm unsure how to continue the current story part - thanks to epic writer's block) but i promise it is something i will be working on in the future ♡

Over the course of the next two days after your conversation with Loki in the library, you began to feel less like yourself. You had trouble focusing most of the time, and you found yourself getting irritated over trivial things, such as Thor asking if you'd like to join him for a movie, or your bagel coming out a bit less toasted than you had wanted. However, you didn't want to worry your team when you knew they had a lot to deal with already, so you kept it quiet.

For instance, in the back of your mind, you were vaguely aware that Tony was trying to talk to you, but for some odd reason your brain couldn't quite process the words. You honestly were trying to pay attention, but your vision kept going blurry and all you could hear was the ringing of your ears.

"Y/N! Are you even listening to me?"

You jumped, effectively knocked out of your weird trance at the sound of Tony shouting your name. You looked at him with wide, apologetic eyes. "I must have zoned out, I'm really sorry," You said.

"I was trying to tell you that lunch is ready," He said.

"Oh, that's okay, I'm not hungry," You replied, and offered a smile.

"You need to eat, Y/N," Tony retorted. "C'mon, I had Pepper make your favourite."

"I said I'm not hungry!" You snapped, and instantly felt bad. "I'm sorry, Tony, I think I'm just tired. I didn't mean to be rude, I promise."

"Y/N, I-"

"I'm just going to go lie down for a bit," You said, cutting Tony off. You got up quickly, wrapped in your blanket, and made your way to your room.

Tony chewed his lip worriedly, he knew you were an adult and could take care of yourself, but he still saw the sweet, scared little kid he'd taken in when his brother died. "Does Y/N seem off to you?" He asked his wife as he sat next to her in the kitchen.

Pepper sighed. "Well it's been a rough road, you can't expect every day to be sunshine and rainbows, she's bound to have bad days here and there."

"I know, but... Well, between the irritability and her inability to focus half the time, I'm worried," Tony replied. "What if the cancer-"

"No," Pepper said, interrupting him. "Don't do that Tony, don't let your mind run off in that direction. I know you blame yourself for what happened to her, but you can't do that to yourself, okay?"

He sighed. "I know you're right, I know," He said. "I just don't know how not to worry."

Pepper wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace, her cheek resting on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay, I love you."

~

You had just started watching a movie when you heard a knock on your door. "Little Stark?"

"Come in, Thor," You replied, scooting over in an attempt to make room for the burly man to sit on your bed with you.

He enveloped you in his arms as he sat down, his chin resting atop your head. "How are you feeling?"

"I wish everyone would stop asking me that," You huffed. "I'm fine, albeit tired of being treated like I'm a helpless baby. It seems everyone has forgotten that I, too, am an adult."

Thor sighed, looking at you. "We are worried for you, Y/N," He said. "We care for you and do not wish to see any bad things befall you, we only wish to make sure that you are okay."

You look away from him, suddenly feeling awful for the way you've been acting. This was your family, of course they were just trying to help, and you had been treating them like burdens. "Would you.. Maybe we could have a movie night, like we used to?" You asked, glancing up at him. "Make popcorn, too?"

A smile lit up the God's handsome features. How he had missed the easygoing, carefree nature of your friendship; of course, there was a fair bit of flirtation but the two of you had only ever had strictly platonic feelings for each other, and being in the other's company had used to feel so effortless.

Now, it seemed as though your friendship had diminished. Thor could see clearly that you were pushing him away, but he was confused as to why, until Wanda had explained to him that you were just trying to lessen the hurt when you eventually bit the big one. Of course, Thor thought this to be foolish, but he did not want to risk losing you, so he stepped back and allowed you your space.

But perhaps tonight would be the beginning of mending your friendship, and Thor was ecstatic. So, he agreed to watch your favourite sappy movie with you, happy to hear you laughing once more.

*time skip sponsored by america's ass*

You had fallen asleep three quarters of the way through the movie, curled into Thor's side with your head on his chest. It reminded Thor of the many nights you two had spent like this after staying up late watching movies, and the nostalgic feeling it gave him caused him to smile.

The next morning, however, you had woken up alone. Not wanting to have overstayed his welcome, Thor had quietly snuck out of your room at dawn, retiring to his own room. You were disappointed, and opted to skip breakfast to avoid any awkwardness between the two of you.

Dressed in an oversized sweater and Mario Kart pyjama shorts, you wandered down to the library, tugging Ophie along behind you. You weren't at all surprised to see that Loki had beaten you there, and you felt a small smile tug at your lips.

"So, let me get this straight," Loki said. "These, as you called them, 'bio-terrorists' had grenades filled with an odourless, colourless gas called radon. They ambushed you with the grenades, and the gas you inhaled caused fast-growing tumours to develop in your bronchi, and the lining of your lungs."

"That's correct," You replied. It was odd trying to explain cancer to someone who'd never heard of it before, but his curiosity was rather cute.

"So in an attempt to stop these tumours from continuing to grow and spread, you undergo these treatments called chemotherapy and radiation."

"Also correct."

"And these treatments, essentially, pump you full of chemicals and blast you with radiation from gamma rays, protons, neurons and other sources in an attempt to kill the cancerous cells and shrink the tumours?" Loki asked. When he put it like that, it really did sound quite awful.

"Well, yeah, that's the gist of it," You replied.

"That sounds absolutely hellish," Loki said, sitting back against the window. He'd tried not to let his curiosity win out over his pride, but he couldn't help it; he loved unravelling people, and this mortal was proving to be quite the challenge.

"It is," You replied. Just then, you glanced up and spotted Thor in the entryway of the library. "Hey, how long have you been standing there?"

"Just a few minutes," Thor replied, walking into the room. "Hello, brother, it's refreshing to see you actually socialising for once."

Loki just huffed, glancing at you before grabbing his book and striding out of the library. "Great, you scared him off," You teased.

"I have no doubt he'll be back," Thor said. "My brother seems to have taken quite the liking to you."

You shook your head. "He's just curious about my cancer, that's all. Everyone is."

"It has been a long while since I have seen my brother care about a mortal," Thor said. "But I can tell he cares about you, even if he does not show it."

"Why did you leave this morning?" You blurted.

Thor blinked. "What?" He asked, surprised by the sudden question.

"You left before I woke up this morning," You said sheepishly, your cheeks heating up.

He sighed. "I did not know if it would have made you uncomfortable to wake up with me, I did not want to overstay my welcome."

"Oh," You said, fidgeting with your cannula. You hated that you had made him feel as though he was unwelcome, and you felt guilty for trying to push him away. "You could have stayed."

Thor smiled, wrapping his muscular arms around you in a warm embrace. He was considerably taller than you, so your head rested on his chest, but it was a feeling you had grown used to and a feeling you had missed terribly these last few months.

"Do not feel bad, Little Stark. All is going to be alright," He said, planting a kiss atop your head. Your mind still swam with what he said about Loki taking a liking to you; could he actually care? Or was he just curious about the cancer, like you thought?

You, however, felt that you were beginning to like him, and how could you not? He was handsome, with sharp features and quick wit, and the way he spoke so eloquently gave you goosebumps. It wasn't that Thor didn't, but Thor was more Shakespearean in his speech, whereas Loki spoke like poetry. It troubled you, though; you were afraid to let anyone close, you wanted everyone to hurt as little as possible when you kicked the bucket, but you simply couldn't help it. Loki was intriguing, charismatic, and mysterious; he wanted to unravel you, and you felt the same about him.

"Is there anything you'd like to do today?" Thor asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

You pondered his question. "I suppose training is out of the question," You jested, and Thor chuckled.

"You can train on Mortal Combat," He said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. He had grown quite fond of video games since staying at the tower, and you felt a smile grow on your face.

"You are so on," You replied.

~

part 4

[hintofelation99]

The Justice League Meets the Avengers Pt. 1

In an alternate reality where Steve and Tony mended their relationship and Thanos never came, the Avengers meet for a family game night. Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Stephen Strange, Bruce Banner, and surprisingly enough Loki all gather. The night is going well, everyone is getting along, though there is some tension. Clint and Natasha are still suspicious of Loki, but the tense atmosphere is broken by Peter asking Loki about magic. At first the conversation is nice, lighthearted. Loki's obvious excitement over magic is humanizing, so much so that Clint almost, almost, warms up to the trickster. However, when Peter starts asking about alternate dimensions things start going downhill. The following transcript outlines the events that take place that strange evening.

Peter, looking very excited: So alternate Dimensions are real?

Loki, with a bashful smile: Well of course, assuming that we are the only dimension in this infinite universe is rather close minded.

Peter: Thank you! That's what I said to Flash, we can not be the only reality, that'd be insane!

Tony: I'm not disagree with underoos or peppermint patty, but have we ever seen these dimensions?

Stephen: I've been to several.

Bruce Banner, with a spoon full of ice cream hanging out of his mouth: R'lly?!

Stephen, raises an eyebrow clearly unimpressed: I am the Sorcerer Supreme. Of course I've been to alternate realities.

Thor: Ha! You mortals are so easily impressed, are they not brother?

Loki, with a mischievous smile: They are. Thor and I have also visited several realities.

Clint: I call bullshit.

Wanda: Actually, while I have not been to any alternate dimensions, I can confirm their existence as well.

Sam: Ha, fine, then take us to one.

Loki's smile widens, Stephen looks like he wants to intervene, but Tony speaks up first.

Tony: Yeah, what tweety bird said.

Sam glares at Tony and Bucky chuckles.

Loki looks absolutely delighted, which Natasha and Clint find very concerning: As you wish.

Stephen: NO-

---- The Justice League Watchtower----

A gathering of the Justice League takes place. Batman is in a heated debate with Green Lantern about watchtower security. Wonder Woman, Superman, Aquaman, and Flash watch the debate. Wonder Woman looks amused, the others seem to pity Green Lantern.

Green Lantern: I'm just saying Batman is being way too paranoid! The watchtower is completely secure, there's no way anyone can get in.

A giant green portal opens and out of comes eleven strangers. Some of the strangers look confused, some annoyed, and one looks very smug.

Batman narrows his eyes at Green Lantern as the entire League leaps to their feet.

Green Lantern: Fine. You were right, happy now?

Batman: No.

Tony: WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE LOKI?!?!

Loki just shrugs

Steve: Who are these people?

Wonder Woman: I believe my team mates and myself have the same question.

Clint glances to Natasha and notices that she and Bucky are already in defensive positions. He follows their lead and shortly after all Avengers, except Peter, are in defensive positions.

Peter: Holy crap! Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark! We're in an alternate dimension!!

Tony: Uh, yeah, not the time kid.

Peter looks around, for the first time he realizes that he's the only one not in a fighting stance: Oh, uh sorry!

Batman: Who are you and what do you? Answer in the next five seconds and maybe we will allow you to leave.

Green Lantern: Yeah, what he said.

Batman glares at Green Lantern.

Steve: Maybe we should all just calm down. We meant no harm, this is all a big mistake. I-

Batman: Names. Now.

Peter: Wow Mr. Stark, that guys sorta scary.

Tony: My name is Tony Stark. The kid's name is Peter. Tall, dark, and cranky over their is Bucky. The peacemaker is Steve-

Batman steps forward to interrupt, Superman stops him.

Superman: If you do not mind, I think we were hoping for first and last names.

Tony: Fine, that's Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Don't worry about the kid's last name.

Flash: Alright, and the others?

Steve: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, and Bruce Banner. And those two are Thor and Loki Odinson. And you are?

Superman: We are the Justice League. You may call me Superman. That is Wonder Woman, then Green Lantern, Aquaman, Flash, and the angry looking one is Batman.

Batman glares at Superman.

Batman: Where are you from and what do you want?

Sam: Look man, I get that you don't want us here, but honestly this is all a big accident. We were asking about magic and alternate dimensions and that asshole decided to give us a demonstration. We can leave right now.

Loki makes a few odd hand gestures and mumbles some curses. Superman looks concerned, Batman looks unimpressed, Wonder Woman looks slightly amused.

Thor: Brother, I believe that was your cue to send us back.

Loki: Obviously, I'm not a complete moron. Just, just give me a moment.

Stephen: Did you take us to an alternate dimension with no escape plan?

Loki: ...no

Bruce: What the hell man?! God I knew that should have gone to Valkyrie's party.

Clint: Valkyrie had a party?

Bucky: Not the point Clint.

Batman: I'm contacting our magic users. Green Lantern, escort our guests to the holding cells.

Tony: Holding cells? That seems excessive.

Batman: You can go willingly or we can use force. Your decision.

Superman, glares at Batman: What my team mate is trying to say, is that we don't know if your story is true or not. We have many enemies and can't take any risks.

Green Lantern: Yeah, especially cause the kids are here today.

Batman glares at Green Lantern and takes a step towards him. Superman places a hand on Batman's shoulder to stop him.

Superman: Batman, please do not maim any team mates, you don't want to give Robin any ideas do you? Green Lantern, we will be discussing your conduct.

Peter: Wait, there are other kids here? Can I meet them!

Batman: No.

Seeing Peter's hurt look Batman softens.

Batman: At least, not now. Let us gather more information on the current situation first.

Aquaman: We could expedite this process if we bring in Martian Manhunter.

Wonder Woman: He is currently off world, but I do believe Miss Martian is here. I can have her meet us in holding.

Tony: I'm not letting you put my kid in a cell. Considering you seem to also have mentees I believe you would understand.

Batman: The kid has to wait in a cell too. We must look out for everyone's safety.

Green Lantern: Didn't one of your kids have a box of heads?

Batman looks absolutely murderous, but before he can respond a faint giggling echoes through the room. Everyone except Batman looks very confused.

Batman: Spoiler go back to the the training room right now. And take the others with you.

Spoiler: Dammit.

Robin: You imbecile, you got us caught.

Nightwing: C'mon baby bird be nice!

Red Hood: Shut it dick bag, you're the one who almost sneezed.

Batman: Language Red Hood!

The Avengers chuckle and look at Steve.

Red Hood: Fuck off Bats! Also, Green Night Light, it was a duffle bag. Easier to carry around.

Bruce: Oh my god a duffle bag of heads?

Green Lantern: THAT'S NOT BETTER

Red Hood: I'M SORRY I WAS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING.

Natasha and Bucky shrug, while everyone else looks horrified.

Natasha: Honestly, that's fair.

Red Hood: Thank you! I told you she'd be the cool one, you owe me five bucks.

Arsenal: Seriously Hood? We have a joint bank account?

Batman: Hood we will be discussing your financial decisions.

Stephen: Not to question your leadership, but are those really the decisions that you should be questioning??

Flash: Yeah... no offense Bats but I got agree with weird robe guy.

Batman: Just take them to the holding cells. I'm contacting our magic users.

[lokisprettygirl]

I'm late to the game again 😂...I was busy with looking for Priscilla 👿🪓🤣...good for her that I couldn't find her...not yet...🤣

Y/n is still in deep sadness, it's more a depression. She's traumatized because of all the things that had happend to her and without the love of her life she's barely able to keep going. Unfortunately she developed an unhealthy behaviour , she's living in dreams, consumes alcohol to forget and to dampen the pain, she uses excuses to drink alcohol and this could get very dangerous for her health. Fortunately she has her good friends ( please Bruce, call Loki soon🥺) and she got a new job she can focus on. May it help a little bit 🥺

A bitch is a bitch is a bitch...Priscilla is a manipulator and a liar, she tries to play Loki and the villagers like puppets on a string, she's playing a cruel game. And forced sex, even when you have to force yourself to do it, is the worst thing ever. What is her intention to do that? She doesn't even like his body, she wants him to change it when having sex so...bitch use someone else or get you a sextoy...WTF ? 🤬😝

It's amazing how deep Loki and y/n are joined with each other. Their minds and souls are definitely inseparable. They're doing or thinking about the same things at the same time, she dreamt about Loki showing her his house that he had built on his own, (he thought about it before to show it to her), they listened to the same song and sang along to it at the same time 📻, the pillow cuddling 🛏...they definitely belong together, they're made for each other 💙❤️

Loki got many informations about the time when he was in NY and he learned about all the lies Priscilla had told, so... thanks to Debra. I'm sure he doesn't want to stay with Priscilla any longer but there's a child involved and Loki is the only father Alvis got to know. And Alvis has to be protected, nothing of this mess is his fault.. Loki would never make a hasty decision.

'...I fe...appeared here...' this supports my theory that Loki felt from the Bifrost or he used the Tesseract (c'mon it's Loki😉😂) and this could also be a further connection to Rogers...I know my theories are always weird and a complete fail 🤣🤣🤣

'...he just wanted to get back to his home, get back to his life, to you'...and I'm sure he will , we have to be patient 😊

Christmas is such a hard time when you're utterly alone like y/n and with all the happy couples around her it's almost unbearable 🥺💔. Poor y/n and poor Loki, he feels alone too and it hurts him even more because he knows y/n is all alone with Cat. If y/n knew about how bad Loki feels and how alone he is and unloved , she would nearly die, I guess 😭😭

The christmas card she sent him is sooo cute and he guards the envelope like a treasure...' And I love you both my darlings, I'll love you forever'... and my heart shattered into million pieces 😭💔😭💔😭💔

And that's what I'm here for 🥰😍...and I bow down to my Queen of writing ❤️🧎🏻‍♀️👑

Well you have to find her soon 😏😏 I guess we all have been there where we use an outlet to numb the pain but you just have to know when to stop. In her case her pain seems lifelong because she knows Loki has a kid and he'd never be hers.

You are right Alvis is just a baby and he deserves to be protected. He is not at fault that her mother is like that :( it's like blaming loki for having Odin as a father. That's why Loki is still there, he wants to protect that child.

Well she might not like the body and the skin which is absolutely awful of her (but seriously one of my accuaintance without hesitation told me that she wouldn't fuck Jotun Loki after she watched Thor 1 because she found him scary, the marks were ugly, eyes horrified her. And I was like you dumb fuck.. Safe to say she inspired this bit). That being said Priscilla knows that dick is ten out of ten and she wants it🥶😂

We will see if he fell from bifrost or something else happened to him 👀

No you're the queen 👑

[sticky-notes-from-everything]

REWATCHING SUPERNATURAL

-------SPOILERS---------

S02E15

Yoyo professor, this is some hella creepy spirit

GABE, IT'S GABE, IT'S HIMIMIMUMUMIMIMHIHIGMI DUDE HIM, THE MAN, T.H.E LEGEND

I don't think I can write how much I love this lil fella right here, he's just...him, y'know??

Yeah I know it's like, his vessel and all, BUUUT I like to think he's already here, a little headcanon won't hurt

Why he eating chicken's feat why

Ah they're just like good brothers, fighting for computers and all

BOOOOOOBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Lmao, "her name wasn't starla" the versatility of the two stories, I'm dying

"bla...blablabla? BLA-", and then "It's not like a weeding, we can't get a divorce"

GABE GABE GABE GABE GABE GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU'RE JUST A BEAUTIFUL BOOOOY AS ALWAYS!!!!

I'm not his fangirl I swear, BUT LOOK AH THIS FACE, HE'S JUST LOVELY

HIS SMILE, I swear I won't survive this ep, I SWEAR

Oe, "busty asian beauties" LMAO

I think, I think, I think there is a conflict here, maybe the spirit (idk what it is yet) is like, playing with'em?

You see, as far as i remember, Aliens is like, the single thing that don't appear in the whole show.

Wth, Aliens? Like, they...fingered the poor soul?

BROOOOOHAHAHAHHLMAOWHAT????? THIS EP I SWEAR

It's too strange, even for them.

It's too strange even for me what

Bro, I love that out of the blue stories are told by Dean and then by Sam and it's like, a total mess.

Again they fight for a computer and Dean being a stupid betch, and he just lost his computer

Sam is a betch too, but, like, what is happening?????

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH IT WAASS GAAAAAABEEEEEEEEEE AAALL THE TIIIIIIME, IT IS IN MY HEAD NOW AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE IT, NOTHING!!!!

IT WAS HIIIIIIIIIMMMM I KNEW IT, IT WAS HIK, GABE YOU LITTLE SASSY BOOOY

I SWEAR THIS IS THE BEST FKING PLOT TILL NOW, I SWEAR

I SWEAR I'M NOT FANGIRLING OVER HIM, BUT DUDEKAKAKKAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAYES

These two don't even imagine who he truly is, I mean, yes. I love him. He's a rlly asshole but c'mon he didn't deserve this.

Ok maybe I'm a huge fangirl but c'mon

Like, Chuck treats him like shit, my boy need some fun y'know.

Dean baby, you can't kill a archangel with a wood pointy thing

HE KNOWS HOW TO TRAP A WINCHESTER, HE'S LOKI, HES A ARCHANGEL, HE'S BEAUTIFUL, HE'S LIKE, SUPER OLD, HE'S PERFECT OK?

Who don't like his style baby boy? He's a archangel, and at this point of the series you two, oh bobby is there too, you three don't even imagine what is coming for ya

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GAAAAAAAAAAAAABBEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WwWWWHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYY GABE WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

YOU KIDDING WITH ME, PLEASE BRING HIM BACK I DON'T REMEBER IF HE'S ALIVE OR NOT, I KNOW HE DIES AS SOME POINT BUT WHY

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, HE IS INTELLIGENT

[marveliciousloki]

Marvel Analysis: Odin Borson | Was he a bad father?

I've been consuming all the MCU!Loki content since they announced his series, from the movies, the show, interviews, fan analysis, etc. And I feel like there's a characther that gets a lot of hate that personally I feel is undeserved. That is no other than the All-Father himself, Odin Borson (Idk why I make a dramatic intro if it's the post's title). Odin is always portrayed as a shit abusive dad. Which... as much as he is pretty bad, specially in Thor: Dark World, I feel like most of this gets expontentially worse or turned to his only character trait in the fannon.

Now let's start from the beginning... the war with the Jotuns, it is said it was gory, lot of death and suffering, just like any war, but Odin fought in it, leading his army like not only a warrior, but as a king and a leader; fighting in the battlefront regardless of the damage he suffered (losing his eye) and all to defend a race that was merely part of the 9 Realms he had sworn defend. A phrase I've seen used against him is Loki's dialogue "you were knee deep in Jotun blood" well... yeah, but c'mon, he did so to protect Midgard since Jotuns broke peace, he didn't just casually waltz in to Jotunheim to kill random Frost Giants like... Ahem, 2011!Thor...

But I'm getting ahead of myself, let's skip forward to Loki's adoption and early years, shall we? We know he goes to the Jotun temple (probably to pay his respect Jotuns which shows that despite the war, he respected them and didn't fight due to bloodlust), and that's where he fights Loki. Now, it is openly said he had two reasons to adopt Loki that ARE NOT MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE:

In a wave of mercy because Loki was just a baby that just because he was different he was left to die. Idk about you but I would have done the same, Loki was segregated because he had been seen as not enough from his birth and Odin chose to show not just mercy, but love and kindess to him.

Loki runt or not, is the rightful heir to the throne, he was, as Odin claimed "born to be king", just not Asgard's. Adopting and raising Loki to be a good king gave him the chance to, when the time came, Loki could reclaim his throne and since he grew up in a home that taught him a way of mercy and respect (I know that wasn't always the case, but I'll get to it soon) to the other realms and also having a good relationship with Asgard's royalty would not only lead to reforming the Jotuns but also bring in a peaceful and natural alliance.

Notice how throughout the first movie (where Jotuns are mentioned beyond Loki's inheritage) the only 2 characters that don't speak trash about the Frost Giants are Odin and Frigga, because Jotuns aren't monsters, Jotuns are a very important part of their family. Loki had become a spark of hope that peace was achivable...

But not yet.

They needed the people to love Loki first, so that the true color of his skin was no more than that, a color. And meanwhile, they didn't want Loki to feel like the black sheep, as much as I'm not in favor of him not being told the truth, I understand why they did that. Loki would have been in the spotlight but in a very negative way, preventing prejudice is not as simple as saying "just be nice guys".

So they raised Loki, not in the spotlight but not hated, not feared. Certainly he was not going to live up to Thor who had to be trained to become king of Asgard way sooner (considering he's 1500 in IW and Loki about 1050 something, so AT LEAST 450 years before Loki), of course Loki would feel left out for a good bunch of years.

Loki would be on the shadows for a while, since they probably had to prepare Thor to be king, probably under the excuse that he was the older son or Thor being some warrior prodigy (since it's always been mentioned that Thor outshadowed Loki, most likely not only to Odin's eyes... eye) so it was Frigga who looked after Loki and teaching him magic. This maybe isn't ideal but as someone who lives in a similar household structure as the Odinsons (both parents and 2 children) I know it's a normal solution that parents divide their attention prioritizing the son they're more similar, Thor being a warrior hero like Odin, Loki being a witty sorcerer like Frigga. Not good... but I can see their reasoning.

But then, the events of Thor (2011) happen. Thor is an arrogant warrior who wants to be feared by the frost giants, and disobeying Odin's direct commands he goes to Jotunheim and commits literal war crimes. Blah blah blah, Odin intervenes.

Odin's reaction may be out of place but... c'mon, it's not like he casted Thor out for sneaking in the kitchen and breaking an old vase wanting to steal cookies. Thor did a major fucksie whupsie and not only killed living creatures but he got his friends involved and in danger (remember Volstagg got a frostbite burn and Frandal was impaled) all because of Thor's pride. He had all the right to be furious and sent him grounded to reflect on his actions.

We learn throughout the movie that Odin designed a plan to sent him to earth for a while to bring Thor down a notch... and the fact that to Loki he just had to RAAAWWWR to control reminds me of my early childhood. My mom just had to warn me to prepare for consequences (not even having to think about possible punishment because) I'd just stay still and stop misbehaving, while my sister had to be cast out to a corner for a few minutes so she learned her lesson... So Midgard was Thor's corner of punishment.

Okay, back to the reveal scene:

Loki has all the right to feel betrayed, being told you're adopted is not an easy thing to process, so for Loki who's not only adopted but he is of a race considered monstrous... Of course Loki feels horrible. But he's talking out of shock, fear and pain. Odin himself says he's twisting his words, it makes sense why, but his feelings are what belittle him, not Odin, reality is far from that. Wether it was from the beggining or it developed through the years, Odin loved Loki as his son and wanted him to feel loved. Odin raised his voice once through that whole scene when he tells him to stop, and his voice is more full of worry rather than anger or threat.

He's too late.

He was probably going to tell him his true nature after the years so Loki would become King of Jotunheim... which was Odin's plan from minute one so Loki had to find out at some point. But Loki found out prematurely, in a dangerous enviroment in the middle of the battlefield. Odin and Frigga never had the time to tell him in a calm and safe enviroment. Probably not long after Thor's coronation since, with their older son already governing, both former king and queen would have time to help Loki both accept his heritage and learn how to become a king himself.

But... things don't go as planned, Thor goes apeshit in Jotunheim, Loki finds out about his true heritage prematurely and CLEARLY doesn't handle it well, and... Odin falls into the Odinsleep for most of the movie. And while Loki spirals down into madness, Thor is in fact, finding his way. BUT THIS IS NOT ABOUT THAT, so we're skipping to the rainbow bridge collapse when Odin awakens.

Loki attacked his brother, attacked his friends, and an innocent town, but fuled by fear of not being enough rather than rage, Odin knows this, and his response is fitting he's calm, just saying "no Loki". Knowing his sons aren't evil he tried to save them both, and could forgive them, even recognizing proudly, that Thor had grown up.

But then Loki join's Thanos troupes, and becomes an absolutely maniac trying to conquer Earth mostly to spite Thor in exchange of the Tesseract that he's intending to give to the Mad Titan who, IS TRYING TO WIPE OUT 50% OF LIFE ON THE UNIVERSE.

Tortured or not, negative emotions fueled by the Scepter or not, this was not the first time Loki had done something questionable like this, a movie earlier he caused severe damaged to Jotunheim killing god knows how many Frost Giants in the process and Odin wasn't angry. The real problem is this:

Does he look sorry to you? He doesn't regret a thing, and if he does, he doesn't show it. Compare it to:

Both times Loki did a horrid thing, but after Avengers (2012)... Loki doesn't seem sorry, he even seems to have somewhat enjoyed it (not that he actually did but gives off that vibe to others trying to look tough). And Odin's treatment to him becomes a lot worse as well, instead of "No, Loki..." he give the lamentable "Your birthright was to DIE! As a child, cast out on a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, you would not be here now, to hate me", which... Odin please, I'm trying to defend you, help me out.

But to be fair, rewatch that scene, Odin speaks rather calmly (firmly but calmly) at first until Loki spats out the phrase "it is my birthright", Loki is not listening, Loki acts like a psycho, what can Odin do to contain it? Be worse. And lock him up to keep everyone else safe. His son is gone. Because he doesn't want to be his son anymore.

Odin blows up like this only 3 times in the saga. With Thor's banishment, Loki's imprisonment, and the argument he has with Thor about the Dark Elves only a few days after his wife's death. So we have two times where his son did major fuck ups and a mourning blindness.

After Frigga's death Odin loses it, he probably misses his wife like hell and is suffering and can only think of avenging her.

And we don't really see him again until Ragnarok but one scene, when they report Loki's "death" and still looks crushed, after all and regardless of how Loki felt, that's his little boy they're telling him was found dead.

Now let's speed this up because I'm rambling: Hela's banishment probably will sound repetitive at this point, right? Because it is. The reason to it was that he couldn't stop her desire for bloodshed. And despite that once he may have been like that... he wanted to change, he wanted to become someone better and peaceful. Hela didn't, and seeing the pattern she probably did commited practically genocide and so Odin couldn't do anything but banish her.

Summing up, poor Odin, all 3 of his children have murder tendencies, at least the younger two came to know better.

Was Odin a bad man? Not... intentionally. He did a lot of things wrong, for sure, and clearly had no idea how to deliver proper punishment for his children, but... that's a whole different story than to call him the real villain or evil. He was a complex character who did bad things out of not knowing how to keep his murderous children in line. But he loved them, he didn't know how to express it until like... his final moments, but he loved them nonetheless. He had a past he regretted and proably spent years trying to make up for (like Thor did between his movies).

In conclusion, Odin Borson is a complex character that just has layers and layers of complexity and depth and shouldn't be reduced to "shit dad™".

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Nineteen: A Psychotic Break

Rated PG

Masterlist

~Oh, she's sweet but a psycho

A little bit psycho

At night she screamin'

"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

Oh, she's sweet but a Psycho~

"HOW DO YOU KNOW SAM AND DEAN?!" He shouted.

It took effort, but I didn't flinch. I blinked and, slowly, raised that eyebrow again. Though I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel the annoyance rising in his mind.

"Tell ya what," I said, putting on my best 'let's make a deal' face, "I'm a reasonable girl, so if you tell me just one thing, then I'll tell ya anything you want to know."

"Hmmm..." The guy studied me, walking in a circle around my chair and eating his lolli-pop.

Normally, I'd be scared out of my wits. This entity in front of me, whoever he was, was clearly immensely powerful; warping reality on that scale isn't exactly a party trick. Just by looking at the scene around me, I knew this guy wasn't Loki. Loki was never this powerful. The Norse god wasn't capable of a full-on reality shift. As long as you knew it was an illusion, Loki couldn't make his illusions solid. Whoever was talking to me now, however, had made four solid copies of himself. It would take an immense amount of raw power to do something like that. One would think that a being with this much power would scare me more than Loki just on principle.

But he didn't.

For some strange reason, he didn't. There was just something about this guy, quite opposite to the original owner of the face he was wearing, that told me he meant no real harm. I didn't want to mess with any more heads but a quick poke around his emotions told me that this guy was a friend to the Winchesters; he was fond of them actually. A part of him looked up to the Winchesters and another part felt like he owed them something. So, if I was their friend, then this entity wasn't going to harm me.

All mind reading and prior knowledge aside, I just wasn't intimidated by him. Maybe it was the cherry-flavored lolli-pop stuck in his mouth. Or maybe it was the height. I'm not one to talk about being vertically challenged but this guy was no Sam Winchester, that was for sure.

"It's up to you." I shrugged, spreading my hands. "But I want you to know, that I have literal days to sit here and not say a word."

The man chuckled and pulled the lolli-pop from his mouth.

"Well, I'd like you to know that I am very good at getting people to talk." He paused, tilting his head to the side as if thinking about something. "Not as good as Castiel o'course. Now, that guy could make em' sing. Wowie!"

The man didn't seem to be making a threat as much as an observation. I could feel my nose scrunch up with discomfort for thoughts of what Castiel might do to me if he ever found out my secret. Would he torture me?

I pushed the thought away and wiped the discomfort from my face, replacing it with a smirk. Now was not the time for grim thoughts.

"I think you'll find that I have an extraordinary talent for saying 'no'," I said, leaning forward and folding my hands together on top of the table.

"You think so?" He challenged, amused by the tiny child that thought she could beat him.

I shrugged.

"It's one of my charms. Besides, are you really gonna torture a kid?" I pointed out. I had to remember to use my physical age as the tool it was.

"Of course not!" The man scoffed, waving a hand, "That's low; even for me."

"Guess we're at a stalemate then!" I sighed.

"Hmm." The man twisted the stick of his Lolli-pop in between his fingers. "What if I were to ask really nicely?"

"I'd say 'no'."

"What if I said 'please'?"

"I'd say 'no'."

"What if I gave you candy?"

"I'd be tempted, then I'd be creeped out, then I'd say 'no'." I grinned at him. The man frowned and pointed his lolli-pop at me accusingly.

"You know, for an eight-year-old or whatever you are, you sure don't act like a kid," He said, I couldn't see past his stupid reflective glasses but I thought he was narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, sorry. Is this better?" I cleared my throat in a very mature way before giving him my best pouty frown and doe-eyed puppy look.

"Mommy tol' me nevur to take candwy fwum stwangurs," I said in an innocent baby voice.

"Hmmm. It's close, but you're still acting just a smidge too old. Maybe a 'goo-goo ga-ga' would help!" He smirked. He'd turned my own sass against me. This guy was good. I kinda wanted to punch him.

"Nah, I don't think it would work," I said, smiling thinly.

"Aw, that's a shame. So how old are you really?" He asked.

"No."

"C'mon!"

"No."

"Geez, kiddo. You are really good at saying that, aren't you?" He tried.

I didn't answer. I just smiled at him, pleasantly. The man rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," He muttered. He turned to me. "Fine! What's your question, kid?"

I folded my hands in my lap and collected my thoughts. He couldn't read my mind, I knew. I felt like a sphinx of stone. Speaking as calmly as I could, I asked my question.

"Earlier, when I called you Loki, you said 'wrong religion' and you said you'd killed him; I'm guessing for a slice of revenge. So, my question for you is this: What's the name of the one that talks to you when you're all alone?"

The man shifted his weight and tugged at the collar of his stupid police outfit. The color drained from his face and all his muscles tightened. He clenched his lolli-pop in his teeth, pressing so hard that it shattered. Moving to grab another, he stuck quivering hands into his pockets, but he didn't remove them. The man raised an eyebrow at me and forced a laugh. He was uncomfortable, deeply so, and afraid of something. Afraid not of the thing itself, but the memory of it. Something was haunting him. I could see it in his eyes. All that time alone.

Using my power, I pulled on that fear.

"That's it?" He scoffed faking nonchalance. I shrugged, simply.

"That's it."

"Call me the Trickster." The man smirked. He ripped off those stupid sunglasses and leaned into a mocking sort of bow. "Pleasure to meet ya, kiddo! No, I don't answer fan-mail."

I tilted my head and kept smiling at him, raising an eyebrow expectantly. I didn't speak. The man's smirk shrank from his face as he slowly straightened back up, regarding me with a suspicious and cautious expression. His feet shifted him a little further away from me.

"What's that smile for?" He asked.

"You didn't answer my question, Mr. Trickster." I kept my voice that same unsettling calm and pulled harder on his fear, feeling it rise and crowd his mind. The guy calling himself the trickster pretended to think about my statement.

"Yeah, no; I'm pretty sure I did." He said, nodding. I smiled wider.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Your question doesn’t make sense, kid.” His voice was harsh and biting.

“Yes, it does.”

“Well, I sure as Hell don’t understand it.”

“Yes, you do.”

The man forced a laugh, but it only came off as nervous; he shook his finger at me.

“Are you a sphinx or something?”

"Only in the metaphorical sense, and you are not so clever as you think."

The man glared at me, his lip curling into a scowl. He leaned against the table and looked down at me. I'd made a wrong move; he was angry now, but I could still fix this.

"And you are way too clever for a kid."

"You're right." I nodded.

"Ya gonna tell me why?"

I leaned forward, looking him dead in the eyes. I grasped onto his fear and yanked on it as hard as I could without making it too suspicious.

"No."

The man scowled, glaring down at me. I kept my face impassive and stared back up at him. It was a battle of wills. Who would be the first to look away? Who would be the first to break?

Not me.

The man cast his eyes to the ceiling, throwing his hands into the air.

"GABRIEL!" He shouted. "My name is Gabriel!”

“You’re the angel?”

“Archangel and yes. Ya happy?!" He asked bitingly.

I smiled again, this time in a much more childish way.

"Yes."

I released my hold on Gabriel’s emotions and folded my hands in my lap. Gabriel nodded briskly. His stupid police getup disappeared, replaced by his outfit from earlier, a white t-shirt beneath a brown leather jacket, and a pair of standard jeans. Across the table from me, a second metal chair appeared out of nowhere and Gabriel pulled it out and sat. Folding his hands in front of him on the tabletop as I had previously done, he studied my face.

“My turn now, right?” He asked.

“That was the deal,” I replied with a shrug, returning to my usual sarcastic ways.

“Alrighty. You like games, kid?” He spoke the word as if he didn’t believe it was true. “Let’s play a game.”

“Ooh goodie! What game? Is it checkers? I’m great at checkers.” I rubbed my hands together in faux excitement.

“It’s easy,” Gabriel smirked. “You think you’re clever? Let’s see how clever. I ask you up to fifteen questions per topic, and you have to answer them. But, here’s the catch: You can only answer with one word. Got it?”

I was about to open my mouth to speak but, taking a look at the expression on the archangel’s face told me that this confirmation of my understanding was his little game’s first round. I pursed my lips, reforming my reply.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why only one word?” He clarified.

“Yeah.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened a bit and he nodded as if understanding something.

“Well, because I’m a professional liar and I know that it is much harder to tell a lie if you can’t provide details. You lie, you lose. And I don’t have to read your mind to know if you’re lying. So, one word,” He explained. I nodded.

“Ready to play?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly, we were sitting in the bunker’s library. Gabriel was smirking at me. The game was on.

It was time to see if I was smarter than a five-billion-year-old cosmic entity. My bets were on no.

***

“Let’s start out easy, shall we? How did you meet the Winchesters?” Gabriel asked.

He watched her face. This game was a test, it was all about the words she chose and the way she said them. The more abstract the child’s answers, the cleverer the kid was. Details of the story she was barely telling registered in the Archangel’s mind; one after the other, like lines on a page.

“Alleyway,” The child answered. Interesting already.

“What happened in the alleyway?”

“Salvaged.” Thinks herself lesser in value.

“From what?”

“Idiots.” Views some as beneath her. Strange.

“Why did the idiots attack you?”

“Inebriated.” Drunk. Why not say drunk? Why choose the word inebriated?

“Were the inebriated idiots all the Winchesters salvaged you from?”

“Abridged.” Another abstract answer. Yes!

“What else was in that alleyway?”

“Suffering.”

“Physical pain or otherwise? Elaborate.”

“All-encompassing.” Hyphenating, clever move.

“Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater! Who said you could hyphenate?” Gabriel spoke accusingly. The girl shrugged with an innocent expression on her face.

“Unstipulated.” Exploiting loopholes; perfect.

“So why was this suffering of yours all-encompassing? What was causing it?” He asked, getting back to the point.

“Shiver.” Not shivering but shiver. Why only say shiver?

“Were you in danger of dying by hypothermia?”

“Agony.”

“But not death?” This question was more directed toward himself, but the girl answered anyway.

“Enduring.” Fierce pain but not death.

“Enduring for what?”

“Victorious.”

“Why do you want to win?”

“Obligation.”

“Obligation to what?”

“Brother.”

“Why?”

“Nevermore,” She said, coolly.

Edger Allen Poe: The Raven: Verse 14; Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”

Time to switch topics.

“Why did the Winchesters help you?”

She shrugged.

“Screamed.” Simple enough. Disappointingly simple.

“Why were you in the alleyway?”

The girl paused.

“Caution.” She said, slowly. Yet she had been attacked. That was an interesting answer.

“Caution for what?”

“Harm.”

Gabriel nodded, that was a little confusing, but he was sure he would figure it out eventually.

“So, were you looking for the Winchesters, or did they find you by chance?”

The girl thought about this for a bit before answering. Just the pause she had taken was interesting, that meant the answer was more complicated than a yes or a no.

“Watching,” She decided.

“Why were you watching?”

“Waiting.” This was getting better by the second.

“Waiting for what?”

She paused again.

“Seek.” There was a secret smile in her eyes when she answered this time. She thinks she has an advantage. Maybe she does…

“Where was this?”

“Michigan.”

“What town?”

It was a trick question; her answer would have to be two words; there was no avoiding it. Only a few minutes into his little game and he was already trying to trip the girl up. That wasn’t cheating or anything; if this kid thought that beating him was going to be a cakewalk then she had another thing coming.

“Two,” She replied.

“The town’s name is two words?” He asked her only to be sure of the context.

“Yes.”

“Okay, answer the question anyway. If I don’t know the town when you give me the word, then you lose.” He challenged. The girl took a second to think.

“Ferry.”

“Was the town Copper Harbor, Michigan?”

The girl grinned.

“Yep.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow and nodded, the smirk on his face growing wider. This kid was clever. He was getting excited. For the first time in he didn’t know how many millennia, Gabriel had a decent game to play, and for the first time in just as many years, he finally had someone to play with. For as long as the archangel could remember, he had loved a good game. He had always relished the challenge of solving a brilliant puzzle or capturing an opponent’s king. When chess had been invented, he had become a master. Gabriel adored beating people at things. He loved to best them, yes, but not only that. He loved to teach them something too; to show them how they could be better. But for as long as he had lived, Gabriel had never been given a real challenge. His brothers could have given him one of course, but they were so predictable and they had always been fighting. They had never cared to really play with him; not the sort of game he had wanted. A game of wits. A game of minds.

For someone who had been stuck on Earth as long as he had, things just got so boring. It wasn’t as if he could leave the planet; despite how much he had desperately wanted to. He had to stay and honor the terms of his witness protection agreement with Loki. After a while, no game on the planet could capture his interest or cure his horrid boredom. The only minor distraction he’d had was the humans.

Gabriel thought humans were wonderful things. Though, for a much different reason than his little brother, Castiel, did. Castiel loved humans for their hearts; Gabriel loved them for their minds. Not all of them were entertaining of course; he wasn’t lucky enough for that. The fact of his life was that there was only a disappointing handful of interesting individuals out there to entertain him. The archangel had had a hay-day when he’d met Einstein! (And you wonder why everyone thought he was crazy.) Though it was somewhat fun for him to watch the boring majority of humanity stumble and fall whenever he tried to teach them a lesson, it wasn’t ever enough.

Gabriel had longed for someone, anyone, even a human, he could play a game with. Now, suddenly, here she was. Someone clever, someone who knew what clever meant, someone who actually wanted to play a real game. Gabriel had seen it in her eyes the moment he’d given her the chance to ask him her question. She was bored too. This was exhilarating for her too.

As if all that wasn’t good enough, Gabriel couldn’t read her mind. This fact probably should have concerned him more than it did, but he couldn’t focus on a tiny detail like that. No, this was too good of a chance to pass up. Not even his nephew had been able to give him a decent challenge. Gabriel was too excited to focus on something so seemingly trivial. He was excited, he was high on the thrill of the chase. No one ever said you couldn’t fool an archangel, and Gabriel didn’t know it, but he had been fooled. He had been fooled by a tiny girl with the face of a child.

Another entity as powerful as he was would most likely consider it beneath them to play a game of wits with a child, to be challenged by a child. But not Gabriel. He had been waiting for a chance like this for all of his existence; age simply didn’t matter to him anymore. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t curious, however.

This was his element. This was his obsession. This was his chance. It was time to have some fun.

“Now all that’s out of the way, let’s ask some things about you. What’s your name?”

“Marty.”

“Nice name. How old are you, Marty?”

“Enough.” The girl smirked. She was good. But he was just a little better.

“How many years have you been alive?”

“Fourteen.” That was her answer. There was darkness in his eyes this time. Interesting.

“How many years have you existed?”

A look of fear crossed her face, like a deer caught in headlights. But the look vanished as soon as it came and was replaced with a confident smirk.

“Conservation.” She answered.

Gabriel cursed internally. The law of conservation of energy; energy is neither created nor destroyed. Of course, she would say something like that.

“Okay, miss-smarty-pants. How many years have you been aware of your existence?”

Marty swallowed and looked down at her hands in her lap.

“Nineteen.” Now they were getting somewhere.

“Riddle me this, Batman. How can you be fourteen and nineteen at the same time?”

She glared at her folded hands.

“Trapped.” The way she stressed the word told Gabriel that she was more than resentful of her condition.

“Trapped how? Elaborate,” He demanded.

“Skin,” She said, nearly growling.

“Elaborate,” He repeated, nodding.

“Cage,” Her voice quivered.

“Why?” He leaned forward now, waiting. This would be the crucial response. Marty looked up, there were ghost tears in her eyes.

“Neverland.”

Very interesting. Time for a new line of questions.

“Why did you come with the Winchesters?”

“Invited.”

“Which one invited you?”

She smiled a little.

“Jack.”

“Why did he ask you to come here?”

“Protection.”

“What led him to offer you protection?”

“Mendicant.”

Mendicant. Definition: One who begs. So, did she ask to come or was she invited? And if she was begging, that begs the question of why.

“What were you begging for?”

“Life.”

“Why were you begging for your life.”

Marty tilted her head.

“Guillotine.”

Her use of the word guillotine could be a metaphor, or it could mean something very literal. Gabriel had the suspicion that it meant a little of both.

“What did Jack offer to protect you from?”

She shrugged.

“Monster,” She said as if it was obvious.

“Yours or someone else’s?”

“Everyone’s,” Marty whispered.

There it was. That was it. That was the clue.

Gabriel laughed; he was winning.

“Tell me, Marty, how long ago was your family massacred?” He asked. Marty looked like she’d been stabbed in the gut and Gabriel felt a pang of guilt, but he brushed it off. It was nothing compared to his excitement.

“Five,” She replied after a moment.

“Five what?”

“Years,” Her voice cracked. Gabriel nodded.

“How have you spent those five years?”

“Alone.”

“If you’ve been on your own for so long, why accept help now?” He prodded.

“Tired.”

“What are you tired of?”

“Running.”

“That’s the practical reason, what’s the other reason?”

Marty pursed her lips.

“Name.”

“Of what?”

“Character.”

“Say it.”

“Peter Pan.” Two references to the same story in one conversation. Definitely not a coincidence. She was comparing herself to something, but what was it? What was he missing?

“Okay pumpkin, just a few more questions; then we’re done ‘cause I don’t have all day.”

“Nice.” She smiled.

"Why should I believe a word you've said to me?"

The girl grinned in a way that was meant to be friendly, but fell critically short.

"Psycho."

That response unnerved the five billion year-old archangel. What was this kid?

“What do you think of Jack?” He continued, he didn't miss a beat.

“Viridity,” She replied. Viridity; noun: Naïve innocence.

“What do you think of his parentage?”

“Irrelevant.” Gabriel had heard many words used to describe his family. Irrelevant was definitely not one of them.

“What do you want more than anything in the world?”

Marty’s answer was unexpected.

“Back.” Her voice wasn’t desperate or wistful; it was cold and hard.

“Describe yourself. Who are you, Marty?”

She had to think about this one. When she had her answer, the genius girl grinned. It wasn’t in a happy way.

“Domino.”

“Alright, one last question, then you’re free to go.” Gabriel leaned forward, his face a grim mask. “Do you have a crush on my nephew?”

Surprised by his question, Marty blinked but before long a smirk split across her cheeks and mischief gleamed in her eyes.

“Talent.” That was all she said. Gabriel knew that meant; ‘The answer may be yes, but I will say no until the day I die.’ The archangel reached a hand across the table; Marty grasped and shook it.

“Good game, kiddo. Mind telling me where Sam and Dean are now?”

“They’re on their way to New-York. They’ll be there in a few hours,” Marty said.

“Cool beans. Now go get some breakfast and I’ll see ya later.”

With a nod of his head, Gabriel was gone. The reason why he had originally come to the bunker was completely forgotten. Now he had only one thought on his mind.

He needed to find Sam and Dean.

He needed to warn them about the girl they were protecting.

When it came to individuals, there had never been something that Gabriel couldn’t figure out.

Never. Not one thing. Until now.

Gabriel had no idea what that child was.

That thought―that question mark unnerved him. That notion shook him down to his very core.

That blank space child, that missing piece little girl.

She was more terrifying to him than anything he had known in five billion years.

~You're just like me, you're out your mind

I know it's strange, we're both the crazy kind

You're tellin' me that I'm insane

Boy, don't pretend that you ain't just the same

Oh, she's sweet but a psycho

A little bit psycho

At night she screamin'

"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

Oh, she's sweet...

But a Psycho~

Lyrics from: Sweet But A Psycho by Ava Max