#minne awoke to voices

[kkangkkangie]

Pretty Girl vs. Pretty Boy

     Somewhere under the decks of the Bounty, Nya, Jay, and Cole were outside the TV room, peering through the window. “I knew they were gonna get together.” Nya stated matter-of-factly. “I told you so. Cough up the 10 bucks, Jay.” She put her hand out expectantly. 

     “It’s so not fair—she told you, didn’t she? You guys have your girl talk.” Jay whined but giving Nya the money. “Rigged.” He added with a side glare. 

     “She told me first actually.” Lloyd walked into the conversation, popping a jellybean into his mouth. “Ha.” He added to their surprised looks. 

     “Of course, her “little greenie,” how could we forget?” Cole put Lloyd in a headlock and gave a noogie. Lloyd extricated himself from the hold before sticking his tongue out like a child. 

     “Like you’re any better, Kirby.” Lloyd retorted with another nickname. Cole crossed his arms.

     “The one time I inhaled the chocolate cake—that’s the nickname I get.” He muttered, casting a mock glare to the person inside of the room, who had created the nickname in the first place. 

     “What’s going on?” Kai walked through the hallway, raising his eyebrows at the crowd in front of the room. “Why’re all out here?”

     Nya motioned for Kai to peer through the window of the Bounty. When he peered in, the sight of Minne and Skylor intertwined with each other greeted him. Both were motionless, only the rise and fall of the chest signified their sleeping state. 

     “Wait—are they dating?” Kai interjects with his eyebrows furrowed. “Wait—huh? I thought Skylor was—”

     “Kai, Kai, Kai.” Nya clucked while shaking her head. “Boys. Always so egotistical.” 

     “Hey!” The other ninjas shouted at that statement. 

     “I mean, I thought she was into you too.” Jay relented. “I mean come on, Kai’s decent looking enough.” There was an offended gasp from Kai at the statement, but Nya shushed him.

     “He’s a pretty boy,” Cole relented with a nod of his head. “But Minne—” He turns to the window.

     “She has the mysterious and the hot factor you don’t have.” Nya adds in. “I mean Minne’s pretty and can beat anyone up.”

     “I’m pretty! I can beat people up too!” Kai retorted, spluttering. “I’m literally a ninja!”

     “No—you just cause property damage. Minne’s like—pretty when she’s beating people up.” Nya interjected. The others nod in assent. “Have you seen her? She beats everyone up with like those dance moves—even Cole says she’s the real thing.”

     “Hey—Minne’s got my father’s seal of approval on the first time. She’s 100% the real thing.” Cole interrupted, cracking a smile at Kai’s face. “Come on, hedgehog. They were into each other during the tournament. Everyone saw that.”

     “I was into her during the tournament.” The door opened with Skylor smirking at the group. “She wasn’t till the end.” Everyone jumped at the sudden newcomer. “Hello, boys. Hey, Nya.” 

     “How much did you hear?” 

     “Enough to know that Nya got 10 dollars.” 

     “So everything.”

     “Yep.”

     “Then, Minne—”

     “Oh, you’re not gonna wanna move after training tomorrow.”

     “FSM.”

[lexireyazz]

School isn’t that bad

Pt2

Graduation au! Fluff! Y/n! hot min yoongi 2shot!! Best friends to lover au!! MEGA FLUFFY!!

OMFG WERE HOLDING HANDS!!!OH GOD!!!” “Chill y/n you say under your breath to your inner self.” Yoongi hears you “huh?” He says. “Oh nothing sorry.” Yoongi chuckles knowing exactly what you said and what going on with you and he finds it adorable. You guys continue talking me walking until the bell rings walking back to your class to get your things. “What’s your next class?” Yoongi ask. “Uhh math.” you say rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Damn, I got gym I guess I’ll see you around.” Yoongi says while smiling at you. You blush and nod saying goodbye and walking to your class. “HE TOTALLY LIKES ME OR WANTS BE FRIENDS OR SOMETHING I DUNNO!!” You scream in your head. Maybe school isn’t THAT bad you whisper to yourself while walking into your math class While in your math class you can’t shake him out of your mind. You wonder what he thought of you. You wonder if he thinks you’re attractive. Dozing off at the thought of him. You’re awoke by a anger face in your face “ get up class is over.” Your math teacher says with an intimidating stone in his voice. You stretch and get your things and head to next class wondering if Yoongi is in there and to your surprise he is and there’s a empty spot right beside him. You sit in the seat beside him “hey Yoongi” you say startling him while he was scrolling on his phone. “ geez you sacred me, hey” he says. You giggle at the thought of you scaring him. “ hey, can I have your number so that we can talk outside of school.” You say boldly. He looks up at you smirking and hands you his phone. You take this as indication and approval that you can put your number in his phone. You do as said and he does the same and after that you have now your bestfriend and crush min yoongi right beside you while you’re walking up to graduate from high school. “Times fly doesn’t it” Yoongi says while in line to get his diploma with you. “ yeah I swear we were just freshman skipping class together” you say smiling. “Yeah those were good times”he says goofily look up at the sky. You giggle hitting his chest. “You’re so funny min” you say complimenting his personality. He hold his chest as if it was his heart “awww my heart. So cute” he says you laugh and playfully smack his face. “So cute” your repeat in your head while smiling walking the stairs. While waking up the stairs you hear your family and min cheering your names and praises as your principal says your name and gives you your diploma you bow to all you teacher up there walking off the stage confidently and happily. Next was mins turn. “YEAHHH!! GO MINN! I LOVE YOU YOONGI-SHI!!l you say as he walks down the stage he walks to you and sits next to you you guys exchange smile at each other. Your principal says his final words indicating that you guys are officially graduated and done with high school. You throw your cap and walk over to min and hug min tightly and he does the same. You look up at him from his chest. “We did it min” you say while smiling. He nods and takes your face into his hands. Shockingly slowly guides you into the most passionate soft kiss you’ve ever felt. You relax into him and kiss him back just as passionate. You guys stop kissing and smile at each other“I love you min”. “I love you too y/n and I always will”

[scarlettwitcher]

Úlfur Minn Part Three

Request: by @laneygthememequeen​: Hello lovely! I just saw that youre open to requests and are itching to write something for soft boi geralt! If you’re open to it, can I request a geralt x reader where reader seems like super innocent but is like an actual warrior/badass and he’s just like in awe. Or maybe where the reader is in like a dress for some reason and she usually doesn’t wear dresses because they’re inconvenient for fighting and ends up having to fight in the dress. take care and I hope you have a wonderful day💖

Summary: After Jaskier is finally able to convince Geralt to be his bodyguard for Pavetta’s betrothal dinner, shit goes down and Geralt has to make the decision of whether or not he should tell Y/n how he really feels.

Characters: Geralt, Reader, Jaskier, Calanthe, Eist, Mousesack, Pavetta, Duny, mentions of secondary characters in the show.

Word Count: 3296

Warnings: Angst, violence, fighting, some kinda(?) graphic descriptions of fighting, mention of blood, cursing, fluff, canon typical warnings

Author’s Note: Part three!!! I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda sad this series is almost over! I really loved writing this. I’m thinking of writing more episode based series, with reader being integrated into the plot. I find it interesting! Thank you for all the love this series has been getting! As always, my requests are open. I’m currently in the progress of writing a couple, but am still open for more. My taglists are also open, so if you’d like to be tagged for any individual character, fandom, or be tagged in everything, just shoot me a message or an ask! Thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome! 

Also, show my girl @queenxxxsupreme​ lotta love. k.

Previously on Úlfur Minn...

“Lioness of Cintra, I come to claim what is rightfully mine! Pavetta. By the Law of Surprise.” Before anyone could speak more, more guards appeared and attacked Duny. He carried himself easily as he defeated the guards around him, slashing at them. But as more guards entered the room, he became overpowered and was hit roughly in the face. He fell and rolled onto his back as he stared up at the guard holding a large axe over his head. He panted as he stared up at the guard with fear as he dripped blood from his lips. You growled out in anger at the queen’s disregard for the man’s life. You ran and grabbed his discarded sword as you stood over Duny. “NO!” The guard swung the axe and you swung the sword at the same time, cutting it in half as the axe fell into Duny’s hands. You swung your sword again, slitting the guards throat. He looked at you and nodded, before getting up and looking at all of the guards that surrounded the both of you. Geralt growled in anger at you for putting yourself in such a compromising position. You looked over at him and shook your head, telling him it wasn't the moment for him to scold you. He made his way to your side, almost hovering over you. 

“Kill them all!”

Now...

Everyone watched in horror as the three of you fought against the Cintran guards, the men falling in seconds. Geralt had to take a second to stop and watch as you battled against the guards. He was in complete awe at how smooth and quick your moves were. You had been traveling with the Witcher and the Bard for years but have never had to fight. Geralt always made sure you were never in a compromising situation. Since you were only the healer of the group, he never let you join him when he had to slay a monster as much as you bugged him to let you tag along. If he had known you could fight so swiftly, he still probably wouldn't have taken you but he at least wouldn't have worried so much when he left you with Jaskier, knowing the bard couldn't even defend himself for shit, much less protect you when need be. 

One guard came running after you as he swung his sword at your chest. You ducked as he swung and used your sword to slash his knee, blood splattering on the floor. The guard screamed in pain as you kicked him in the face hard, knocking him over. As soon as you regained your footing, you tripped over your dress. You were having a rough time with the dress you were wearing. You growled out and cut two very large slits in front of both of your legs. You didn't care that every movement caused your skin to be exposed, your legs visible to everyone around you all the way up to your hip. You had never been so exposed in your life to any but you didn't care. You we're fighting for what was right and you could worry about being embarrassed later. Geralt watched you with wide eyes and was distracted by your beautiful body and almost didn't see the guard sneaking up behind him. He swung around and hit him with the butt of the sword as the guard went flying into a table on the side. Before long, Eist joined the three of you. “The Law of Surprise has been called. You kill them… kill me.”

Soon, all of the Lords joined the battle, running towards the four of you with their daggers and swords. Just as you all defeated the guards, you easily defeated the lords. One of the lords that had been constantly after you all night ran towards Geralt. You frowned and went after him, tripping him as he fell forward and knocked himself out as he hit the floor hard. The Lord's brother saw this and charged angrily at you but Geralt saw this and swung his sword across his chest as he fell over with a scream. You smiled briefly at him and nodded at him as you continued fighting other guards that appeared behind you. One of the guards had been able to disarm you, knocking the sword that was in your hand onto the floor. With quick movements, you grabbed the dagger that was hidden on your thigh garter and spun, slashing his throat, watching as he fell, gripping his throat tightly. You grabbed the sword you were using and continued to fight, almost in a rampage to make a point. Calanthe had enough of the fighting and rose from her seat as she grabbed her sword and made her way into the middle of the battle, kicking one of her guards on the way. Geralt sensed a presence behind him and swung his sword only to stop as Calanthe was holding her sword towards him.

“Stop!”

"STOP!" 

“Duny. I told you to stay away.” You panted as you stood back, watching as Pavetta hugged her lover tightly. You moved behind the couple as you tried to fix your tattered dress, dropping the sword in your hand and sheathing your dagger back into place. Duny kneeled in front of the queen and took a deep breath.

“Your Majesty… the Witcher speaks the truth. I was cursed as a young boy. My whole life a living misery until the day that I saved your husband, King Roegner, from certain death. By tradition, I chose the law of Surprise as payment. Whatever windfall he came home to find… would be mine.”

“Oh, the stupid bastard. Better you had let him die!”

“You knew he’d come, and you pushed me to kill him.” You jumped at Geralt's voice from how close it was to you. You didn't realize he had moved towards you. You looked up at him and swallowed thickly, knowing the moment you were alone, he was going to berate you for being so foolish. He reached a tentative hand towards your cheek as he scanned you for injuries. You had a few cuts around your body as well as a few bruises on your cheek, jaw, and collarbone that were already darkening. He cursed you quietly and you huffed a silent laugh as Calanthe spoke with her daughter and her lover.

”...andoned all thought of claiming the Law of Surprise. I knew…. I knew no woman would ever accept me like this. And so I waited. I waited until the twelfth bell when the curse breaks. I never intended to meet her. Just to watch from afar.”

“Until destiny intervened… and our hearts collided.”

“And at dawn, I awoke with her in my arms and me… like this.” You watched the couple and sighed softly, knowing your heart longed for someone to look at you the way Duny looked at Pavetta, or in this case, you wished he looked at you that way.

“Who are we to challenge destiny? Life was saved, debt must be paid, or the whole order of the world falls apart.”

“Honor destiny’s wish, or unleash its wrath upon us.”

Calanthe glared at all the men. “There is no us. I bow to no law made by men who never bore a child! Is there not a man amongst you who does not cower before destiny? You, Witcher… who has known monsters of every fang and claw… are you afraid too?” Calanthe looked at Geralt as he scowled at her. Because he couldn't look at you, he reached out and held your arm in his hand as a sense of comfort, his way of knowing you were okay. 

“No. I’ve seen mothers lash themselves raw over the death of a child, believing they crossed destiny, ignoring the stench of the 50 other children in the plague cart outside. Destiny… helps people believe there’s an order to this horseshit. There isn’t. But a promise made must be honoured. As true for a commoner… as it is for a queen.” Geralt quickly returned his gaze to you as he pulled you into his arms. You relaxed under his hold, taking a deep breath of his scent.

“NO!” Before you could realize what was happening, everyone was thrown by a powerful thrust of power. Geralt's back hit the wall but you weren't so lucky. Your head hit the wall hard and you fell unconscious on the floor as Geralt called out your name, pulling you into his hold once more as you fell limp against him. He could hear your heartbeat and that was enough to calm him in the moment, but he was still worried as you wouldn't react to anything he did. He cradled your head gently and growled when he pulled his hand back and saw it was covered in blood. Geralt watched as a large tornado began to form in the room as Pavetta and Duny began to float in the eye of the storm. Geralt and Mousesack tried their best to intervene but we're thrown back as the storm got stronger, gathering all of the loose items in the room. Geralt looked at your unconscious form and knew, the sooner he ended this, the sooner he could get back to you. Taking one of his vials, Geralt gained enough power to cast his magic. He pushed as hard as he could into the storm, getting an inch inside. Pavetta gasped as she looked at him as he casted his magic at her, throwing the couple onto the floor. He panted heavily as he slid to the floor next to you, pulling you into his arms as he held you tightly, as everyone watched Calanthe reconnect with her daughter.

“Destiny has spoken! And I have listened. The Law of Surprise will be honored. Pavetta will marry… Lord Urcheon.”

“React poorly and you won’t just face the Lioness, you will be facing the sea hounds of Skellige. Because Queen Calanthe has… agreed to my proposal of marriage.” 

“There will be two vows here tonight! I assume that’s agreeable…” Everyone nodded their acceptance as Calanthe smiled softly. “Delightful.”

Soon, the couple was married by the queen. Duny began to growl animalisticaly as he fell to the floor. When he lifted his head, the curse had been lifted and the spikes that adorned his head were replaced with black curls, and what used to be animal features on his face, we're now human features. 

“The twelfth bell has not yet rung.”

“What has happened?”

“I think your blessing of this marriage… has fulfilled a destiny. The curse has been lifted.”

“Whew! I think this has the makings of my greatest ballad yet.”

“If you’re alive in the morning. Don’t… grope for trout in any peculiar rivers until dawn.” Geralt was all but ready to leave as he held you in his arms. He needed to get you away from all the royal drama to heal you. He growled in irritation as he was stopped by Duny.

“No, Wait! Wait. Both you and Y/n saved my life. I must repay you.”

“You’ve proven yourself to be the kind of man who would do the same. We want nothing.”

“No, please. Please, Geralt of Rivia, do not feel like you’re doing me a service. I cannot start a new life in the shadow of a life debt.”

The Witcher sighed as his eyes drifted down to your unconscious form. His eyes softened and he looked back up to the knight. It's not like you could make a decision and he knew he'd have to make it for the both of you. “Fine. We… claim the tradition as you have, the Law of Surprise. Give us that which you already have but do not know.” Geralt turned to leave once more but stopped at the cry from Calanthe.

“No! What have you done, Witcher?”

“Fear not, Your Majesty, if we're seen in your kingdom again, it’ll be to kill a real monster, not lay claim to a crop or a new pup. Now as you can see, Y/n is injured. Destiny can go fu-” Geralt was interrupted by Pavetta as she threw up and both Duny and Calanthe moved to her side immediately. All three of them slowly looked up at Geralt as he watched in surprise before sighing. “Fuck.” Geralt moved quickly away from the room, grabbing his sword that was lodged in a table, having enough of all the drama for the night. Mousesack stopped him to speak as he glared at the man, already not pleased with him from earlier events.

“Clearly the girl has access to immense primal power.”

“Yeah, and with no idea how to control it.”

“I’m gonna stay. Guide her.”

“You’re a good man, Mousesack.”

“You should stay too.”

“This has been enough partying for me. I’m getting out of here with Y/n.”

“You’re both bound to this now, Geralt. Whether you like it or not.”

“I’m not for changing. You know me better than that."

“Yes, I do, but you can’t outrun destiny just because you’re terrified of it. It’s coming Geralt. Not believing won’t change that. If you want to protect her, you'll do what's right.” Mousesack nodded to you in his arms and Geralt unconsciously gripped you tighter as if you'd slip from his hold.

“Bullshit. This was just a girl using her magic to stop her mother from gutting her lover. Nothing more.”

“So you say as if you wouldn't do the same for Y/n. But the bond that will come into being between you, Y/n, and this child… when it is born will be extraordinary. If you dismiss it, leave without claiming this… child surprise, you will surely unleash true calamity upon us all.”

“We'll take that chance. Mind yourself. True words are rare birds in courts like this. Watch for daggers in your back. Or, more likely, poison. Be careful, old friend.” Geralt turned and left the castle, making his way towards the suite you had rented. He held you carefully as he rode Roach through the quiet night. He watched you quietly as he sighed into the silent night. “You are an idiot, you know that my love? Throwing yourself in front of that knight like your life didn’t matter… Let me tell you, it does.” Geralt held his breath as he swore he saw you move in your unconscious state but when you were still for a few minutes, he let go of the breath he was holding and shook his head. “To me, you do anyways. Watching you today was just… I didn't know you could fight so well.” Geralt willed his eyes away from your form to watch the road he was travelling on.

Once he arrived at the suite, he made his way to one of the bedrooms and laid you down on the bed as he brought bandages and some of the ointments that you always used for his wounds. He made sure to remove the heels you were wearing, setting them to the side of the bed. He let his fingers linger over the skin of your ankle before scolding himself and returning to caring for your wounds. Touching your soft skin as he cared for your wounds had him feeling hot under his clothes. He didn't know how he could handle being around you after watching you fight and seeing that much of your skin. Sure, you both have traveled for years together but you were too innocent, too careful about yourself and your surroundings. You'd never change in front of each other, you wouldn't even remove your shoes in front of him sometimes. He thought you had something against him but as he noticed you were this way with everyone, it didn't offend him so much. But after seeing you fighting, seeing how swift you moved around, how sexy you looked with your tattered dress, he didn't know if he could go back to you being your innocent self. 

He didn't know how much time he spent watching your sleeping form. He reached over dragging his fingers against your cheek before letting it drift down to your shoulders. He let his fingers wandered slowly down your arms all the way to your fingertips. His hand moved further to your exposed skin. He let his fingers hover over your hip before touching your warm skin. Slowly he watched his own hand as it moved across the soft expanse of your thigh, stopping for a moment at the thigh garter as he removed your dagger. He stared at the piece of clothing as if it was offending him. He wondered now just how many times you wore this under your clothes. He swallowed thickly as he moved his hand down to your knee when he heard your heartbeat jump up, beating fast and hard, the opposite of what it was moments before. His eyes snapped up to your face and he saw you watching him with wide eyes. He didn't have the words to explain what he was doing and slowly moved to stand up from the bed but you reached out and grabbed his hand gently, pulling him back to you. You held his hand like it was a lifeline as you sat up, Geralt using his other arm to help you into a seating position. You reached up gently, cupping his jaw as you moved a stray piece of hair behind his ear just as he had done earlier at the betrothal. “Did I miss anything important?” You whispered playfully as you watched his eyes wildly take in your features.

Geralt huffed at you as he let himself relax under your touch. He swallowed thickly and sighed as he locked his eyes with yours. “You worried me dove.”

“It was only a small bump. I’ll be alright by tomorrow.”

“You must’ve hit your head really hard if you even think I’ll let you travel while in this state.”

“Witcher, please. I’ve suffered worse.” You moved to stand up but winced as a fast and sharp pain passed through your head. Geralt only looked at you with a disapproving frown, only confirming what he was saying. You let yourself give in to the tiredness. You sighed quietly as you nodded. “Fine, I guess a day of rest wouldn’t hurt.”

“Good. Now that I know you’re okay, what were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Throwing yourself in front of Duny like that!” Geralt hadn’t meant to but his anger had taken over his head. He was enraged that you’d been so careless of your life. You flinched as he yelled at you and he noticed. He took a deep breath, dragging his hand down his face, trying to calm down. An uncomfortable silence fell in the room between the two. Geralt knew he couldn’t dance around his feelings anymore. He would take your rejection over the what ifs. “I could’ve lost you.” 

You opened your mouth to answer but you had lost your voice. You knew he’d be upset but you never anticipated this. The way he said those last four words made you hope there was more to his words. That he wasn’t just worried about losing you because he was your friend. You didn’t know if asking outright would help the uncomfortable feeling you had and decided to lighten the mood just a tad before getting serious. “You wouldn’t have. I knew you’d be there to protect me. I know deep in my heart you’ll always be there, Úlfur minn.” Geralt grunted at the nickname. You had started to call him this about a year ago and he always tried to find out the meaning behind it but never could. It was from a very old language that was almost never used anymore. He knew you knew the language to heal, some spells requiring this language aside from Elven. You would never tell him what it meant and it bothered him to no end.

“Now you’re making fun of me?” You furrowed your brows at his statement as you quickly shook your head in disbelief. 

“Úlfur minn, I’m not making fun of you. I’m being honest.”

“Like you’ve been when you tell me whatever that stupid name you call me means?” You felt yourself frown at his words as you tried to think of something to answer but came up blank again for the second time that night. “Yeah, thought so.” Geralt couldn’t explain why he was so angry. He was still pent up from the evening at the betrothal. He knew it was wrong to take it out on you but he was upset and he needed you to understand that you were too important to just be jumping in front of weapons for others. He stood and paced next to the bed you were laying on. Before he could further mess up the night with the woman he loved and say more, or in this case, yell more, he heard a soft whisper coming from you.

“My wolf.”

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[niksfiks]

Gotta Get It Right: Chapter 9

PAIRING: Loki/OFC

RATING: Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: Trigger warning: mentions of dubcon, violence, PTSD, sexual assault, and physical abuse in later chapters. 

Also on Ao3 

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A/N: So, consistent posting is just not a thing I can seem to do. Thanks for your patience with that. But, here we are, onward and upward!

Chapter 9: New Dreams, Old Legends

Aromas of lavender and sage lulled Aleksa from her slumber. Laughing children outside her window told her it was afternoon, setting off a small spark of panic until she registered that she should’ve been smelling plough mud and oysters. Whether she’d slept through another morning’s work or not, the bed she awoke in was too flat, and the room that came into focus was too barren. Somehow, though, she felt at home.

Aleksa stretched to shake off the last bits of sleep but winced when a sharp pain tore through her chest. She sat up slowly, pushing the furs aside to swing her legs over the side of the bed. Her fingers found the wrappings around her shoulder and chest, reminding her of the blade she took fighting Loki...

No. This wound was closer to her shoulder than her heart. She tried to remember how she got it. The children outside laughed again, and she turned to gaze out of the window. They were running and playing, slowing only when Fiske couldn’t keep up. Fiske. The lost child. The one she saved, taking a blade to the...

The memory was suddenly clear in her mind. She sighed, still lamenting the necessity to end a man’s life to protect an innocent, but she’d done what she felt was right. The monster couldn’t be allowed to live.

Unsteady steps took her into the main area of the little home. Modir stood before the fire, humming as she stirred the brew in a large cauldron. Aleksa smiled at the sight of her, forgetting her footing and bumping into a table.

“Lítit minn, you’re as wobbly as a babe,” Modir scolded. “You should not be about!”

“I’m sorry, Modir. I overslept again.”

“Shhh, sit before you fall.” Modir pulled a chair from the table and led Aleksa to it. “I don’t mind you sleeping to heal, but I shall be most cross if you reopen that wound.” She began to fuss with the wrappings, checking the herbs packed beneath it. “You must learn not to draw your blade first, Aleksa. You are a healer, not a warrior.”

“But Fiske,” Aleksa bit her lip to mute her cry of pain.

“Yes, Vidar told me of the child you saved. As did the child’s parents. You must visit them when you’re recovered.”

Aleksa sat silently for a moment, hovering between consciousness and sleep. It didn’t make sense. This woman wasn’t her mother, but she felt a love and trust that had long been missing in her life. This home wasn’t her own, not the one she remembered. Or was the house she remembered the dream?

Her mind swirled with images she both knew and didn’t, faces she both recognized and yet couldn’t place. Smells, tastes, sensations were muted in one world and enhanced in another. The harder she tried to sort it all out, the more blurred everything became.

Loki was manipulating her mind.

He had to be.

“It’s not safe here,” she whimpered, sending a bolt of pain through her body when she jerked awake.

Modir balked. “Not safe? You mean from Horgsholt? Childe, your imagination is running away with you.”

“Asgard,” Aleksa grabbed the woman’s wrist, “I’m not safe here.”

“Asgard?” Modir’s brow furrowed as she touched her hand to Aleksa’s temple. “You’re burning with fever again. Come on, back to bed.”

Aleksa tried to struggle as Modir led her back into the bedroom but found her strength gone.

“I have to escape,” she whispered as Modir pulled the furs back over her body while darkness descended. “Get back...to...home...”

Two guards opened the doors to Loki’s study, nodding to Eir as she entered. Loki rose to her bow and strode around the table.

“After nearly three weeks, I was beginning to think you were not going to honor my request.”

“This has been my earliest opportunity, your Majesty.” Eir’s voice stood firm to his implications. Loki considered her for a moment, then smiled.

“Sit, please, and tell me of our not Midgardian.”

Eir placed a small device on the table and waved a hand over it. A holographic strand of genetic code appeared, rotating and highlighting certain sections as it moved. Loki’s gaze moved between it and the healer several times, the confusion on Eir’s face far more concerning than the strands floating above the table.

“Eir?”

The woman seemed to snap awake. “Apologies, your Majesty. This is...a truly unique case.”

“So you continue to mention. Now, if you don’t mind, explain why.”

“This woman is, for all intents and purposes, Asgardian. Much of her DNA has transformed because of the Idunnian extract.” Eir sighed.

“The extract doesn't cause that level of mutation,” Loki spoke softly, critically eyeing the woman across from him.

“Not in the first administration. Any subsequent uses, however, tend to have a far stronger impact on the subject’s physiology.” The image shifted into two strands of code. “Original evaluations indicated that the mix of Asgardian and Midgardian blood was closer to an equal balance with some traces of other races known to have inhabited Midgard at some point. I suspect, however,” she paused as she pointed to blue-green sections of the original code, “that the Kree markers were forcibly increased by these.”

Two small vials clinked on the table.

“Odium?” Loki pondered as he picked up a vial and examined it in the light. “I wasn’t aware that Midgard was still in possession of this.”

Eir nodded. “Neither was I. It seems they warrant closer monitoring in that respect. Though, in her case, the alterations were made easier by her inborn mutative abilities, among other things.”

“What other things?”

“Beyond the gifts of self-repair, increased metabolism, strength, and so on that come with her mixed Asgardian blood, I’m not sure.”

“Mixed with what?” he questioned, sensing the hesitation in the healer’s posture. “Eir, What other blood does she carry?”

“Again, your Majesty, I’m not sure...”

Loki leaned closer and growled, “Guess.”

Eir sighed, pressing the bridge of her nose between her fingers.

“I’ve been doing considerable research into the history of the Nine Realms during the time period I suspect she was born into. Most of it is available, however, significant portions of Asgard’s history are missing or damaged. This is why my report has taken so long, Majesty, and I fear I may not yet have all of the answers.”

“If I wanted a history lesson, healer, I’d visit the librarians,” Loki growled.

“And if I wanted to debate the significance of history’s impact on medicine, I’d be teaching novices.” She answered flatly. “Shall I continue delivering my report, or do you wish only to receive the details that matter to you only in this moment?”

“Continue,” he paused to release a slow breath, gesturing to the papers strewn across the table. “But know that I have very little patience for riddles this day.”

“There have always been stories of what the Allfather was like prior to Frigga’s arrival on Asgard. Legends that Odin was a warmonger, violent, Hel bent on not just ruling the Nine Realms, but conquering them.”

“Following in Bor’s glorious footsteps or some such nonsense. I've heard these tales,” Loki paused, looking back at the hologram, “but that doesn’t answer the question of this woman’s bloodline.”

“Actually, it does. A tribe of Asgardians was banished to Midgard after openly dissenting against Odin and his conquest. It was his wedding gift to Frigga to not execute the traitors. While he’d ordered no contact or assistance to them from any of the Nine Realms, some Vanir and Light Elves joined the tribe in order to help it thrive.

“I’ve heard this story, too. The tribe fell in the last Jotunn raid on Midgard with no survivors.”

“As far as the Allfather was concerned, that is an accurate assessment. However, Vanir history tells a different story. That tribe survived for at least another century, possibly two before it was lost to time. There are also accounts that the Jotunn raids started much earlier than Odin believed, and that there were children born as a result.”

“Which is why Odin put a stop to it, and to the Jotunns.” Loki paused, lost in thought. “If I recall correctly, that tribe was supposed to have been of an ancient line that pre-dated the Völva?”

“Precisely. The Allfather knew that if the Jotunns had access to the magics of the Völva and the Vanir, they could, over time, become more powerful...”

“And therefore more difficult to control.” Loki cut her off. “So what does this all mean for our guest?”

“Given her age and the abilities she’s shown thus far, I suspect she’s a descendant of that tribe, if not born into it before the last raid on Midgard.” Eir waved a hand over the floating image, transforming it into a few tables of data. “This is a breakdown of the genomes we found: Midgardian, Asgardian, Vanir, Alfheir, and,” she paused to look at the man now standing beside her, “Jotunn.”

“Jotunn,” he whispered. He moved silently to the window, staring out over the city as he considered the implications. She was a half breed. A monster, just like him. Would she understand what it was like? Would she understand herself? Would she understand him?

“My king,” Eir hesitated, “there is another matter.”

“And that would be?” he growled.

“She may not be aware of what, or who, she truly is.” Eir open and closed her mouth several times before she sighed, waving a hand over the projector. Loki returned to the table as the golden strands of data morphed into a model of a brain, and Eir pointed to an area glowing more than the rest. “This is what concerns me. Cellular damage too specific in location to have been caused by a traumatic injury. I believe that she’d had some portion, if not all, of her memory, wiped away.”

Before Loki could question his chief healer any further, an apprentice burst through the doors.

“Teacher!” she shouted, before stopping short. “Forgive me, your Majesty.”

“What is it? What’s happened?” Eir stood.

“The woman,” the apprentice panted, “she’s gone.”

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The Morning After

Requested by anonymous: pls could u do a minn-erva x reader where it’s just a looot of fluff kinda like a morning after where reader tries to make minn-erva admit that she’s actually soft jfhshs

Pairing: Minn-Erva x fem!reader 

Words: 788

A/N - sorry this took me forever. I don’t know if it’s soft enough so I’m sorry if it’s disappointing but I think it’s cute. Also, do they have phones in space?

p.s. there aren’t too many minn-erva gifs out there so i have limited choice

You stir awake and for a second you're confused by your surroundings. This isn't your place but it is your girlfriends. You had started staying the night here more often than not. You yawn instinctively. You reach for your communication device that lay on the bedside table but you stop when you feel a tug against your chest. You eyes divert to the clock next to it. Normally, you'd be getting up for work at this time but today was different. You melt back into your spot, turning in her arms to spy your sleeping girlfriend. You hadn't fallen asleep in her arms so you weren't quite sure when she decided to cuddle up to you. You stay like this for a moment, just watching her. Appreciating how calm she was as she slept. Her gently breathing. You had the day off so you didn't bother waking her up nor did you plan to get up any time soon. You carefully turn over again and let yourself drift back off to sleep.

It was a few hours before you awoke again. A soft groan slips past your lips as you squint.

"Good morning," you hear her groggy voice as she pulls herself closer. Pressing her body into yours. A chaste kiss placed to the back of your neck. You can't help but smile.

"Morning." You hum back, spinning in her arms to lie on your back, head falling in her direction. She wore a tired and rather small smile. You spent a lot of time with Minn-Erva but moments like this would always be your favourite. The times where she allowed herself to be vulnerable. She wasn't putting up a front like she often did when she was with others. She had her guard down. Your eyes scanned her face.

"What?" She wondered quietly and you shook your head slowly, brushing against the pillow.

"Nothing, you're just.... different like this."

"Different how?" Her expression changed. Her brows knitted together and you knew she was about to jump on the defensive.

"It's not a bad thing." You assure her. "You're just... softer."

"I'm not soft." She growled, her grip around you tightened. Your smile grew. You leaned in an gently kissed her, feeling her smile against your lips.

"Why don't you like being called soft?" You mumble as you pull away.

"Because I'm not soft."

Bringing one hand up, you gently tap her nose, watching as her face scrunched up in response. A soft giggle passing your lips.

"You don't always have to act so tough." You express, glancing up to the ceiling.

"It's not an act." She insists.

"Sure it's not." You stifle a yawn. "You're a tough little cookie."

"Don't say it like that." Minn-Erva let go of you. You turn onto your side, propping your head up on one elbow.

"Why?"

"Because," Minn-Erva moved to lie on her stomach, bringing her hands up and resting her head on them. She was facing away from you. You chuckle to yourself, amused by how easy she was to wind up. You carefully climb on top of her. Straddling her hips. You half expect her to tell you to get off but she remains silent. You place your hands against her bare skin, running them up and down in a slow but steady rhythm. Applying pressure with the palms. Your thoughts that she must be enjoying it were confirmed by a soft groan. Leaning down, you plant a kiss at the top of her back before collapsing on top of her completely.

"You're my soft baby though." You whisper into her ear to which you hear a sigh in response.

"You're not gonna let this go are you?"

"Nope." You state proudly. As she shuffles beneath you, trying to turn over,  you dramatically fall to the bed. A look of mock offense crosses your face. Minn-Erva climbs on top of you. Straddling your waist. You lean up for a kiss her but are interrupted by her hand against your chest. Pushing you back until your back against the bed. Her other hand joins, keeping you pinned against the bed. You smile softly up at her and she just rolls her eyes.

"I'm your... soft baby." She admits, whispering the last part and your smile morphs into a grin. She removes her hands. Shuffling beneath her you reach up and wrap your arms tightly around her, trying to pull her down to you. She easily follows.

"Was that so hard?" You ask, looking into eyes. Faces hoovering inches away from each other.

"If you tell anyone, I'll deny it."

Your fail to stifle your chuckle as you press your lips against hers. “I expected nothing less."