#nøkken starker

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Can I request another Nøkken fic? Maybe like Officer Rogers or Officer Barnes are searching for Peter since MJ and Ned told them they lost him in the woods. And one of them finds Tony in the middle of the lake and he of the looked over to him before Tony gets him under water just like he did with Peter. ? ❤💙

So I changed the prompt a little bit, but it does feature Steve and there will be a part two with Bucky!

Since this is fiction I’m taking liberties with mythology again! Also the second part will have more sex, but here’s a small snippet!

Thank you to both @babyboy-peterparker and @arachnioxide for the inspiration ❤️💙❤️

Peter is turning into a Huldra/Skogsrå and two detectives ultimately pay the price for finding him.

Peter x Tony x Steve, slightly nff. Part 1 here

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Peter’s changing. He’s only noticed it recently, after he caught his reflection in the lake one morning. There’s a hole developing on his back. He can feel it and touch it, reach into it. It feels like tree bark, and he should probably be worried... but he isn’t. Tony hasn’t said anything about it, so it’s probably normal. He’s probably had it his whole life.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been in the woods, living with Tony in the cave under the lake. Eventually Tony showed Peter a way in and out of the cave that led to land. So he spends his days wandering in the woods now. Peter never ventures too far from Tony - he can’t bare the thought of being alone in the forest again. Peter’s not sure was Tony does when he’s not playing his violin in the lake or the river that feeds the lake. But it doesn’t matter - Tony takes care of him, loves him, so he doesn’t ask.

Peter’s noticed his eyes glow too, like Tony’s, he can see better in the dark, though he never stays out past sunset anyway. He strolls through the woods mostly naked now too, unbothered by the weather and flora. Peter tries to cover what’s below his waist, something in him telling him to stay modest.

He was skipping through the woods in the early morning, collecting little wild flowers and berries, when he saw a man walking his way. Peter ducked behind a tree quickly to avoid being seen. He watched the man from afar. Tall, well-built, and blonde. He was dressed in dark blue, with shiny silver baubles and buttons. He was talking into a little black box.

“Buck! Bucky!” He said, “Come in, dammit!”

He sighed and started to move back the opposite direction. Peter followed him, attempting to stay hidden. Suddenly the man turned toward him and shouted, “Hey!”

Peter gasped and turned tail to run. He could hear the stranger stomping behind him and calling. “Wait! Kid! Stop!” He cried, “Peter!”

Peter paused and hid himself behind a tree. The man stopped too. He panted briefly. “That’s your name, isn’t it?” He said, managing to catch his breath.

Peter peeked at the man from behind the tree. “Peter Parker, right?”

Peter frowned at him. That name... he had heard it before. But was it his? He couldn’t remember. Tony sometimes called him Peter, but he usually used pet names. He hid behind the tree again and clutched at his head. He could remember faceless people calling that name - his name? His... friends? A woman - Family? No... he had always been with Tony, right?

“Kid, Peter,” the man was at side now. “It’s okay.”

Peter jumped at the sound of his voice and scooted away on the forest floor. The man held up his hands and shook them. “No, no,” he said, squatting down near Peter. “Its okay! My name is Detective Steve Rogers.” He pulled a small piece of thick paper from his pocket and held it out for the boy.

Peter hesitated, but then took the little card from Steve’s hand. He ran his thumbs over it, reading the words: Avengers Detective Agency, Captain Steve Rogers. He glanced over at Captain Rogers, who smiled softly. Peter returned it and handed the card back.

“I’m glad I found you Peter,” Steve said, putting the little paper back in his pocket, “Your family in New York have been worried.”

Peter frowned and turned his gaze back to the woods. He didn’t know what a New York was, but his family was with Tony.

“Tony’s looking for me?” He wondered out loud.

“Tony?” Steve asked, “Who’s Tony?”

Peter’s eyes met his once more. “I never go too far from the lake,” he said, “Tony says it’s okay as long as I come home before dark.” That’s when it gets dangerous in the woods, but he didn’t tell the detective that.

“You live with someone out here?” Steve asked, his gaze narrowing. It made sense - Peter being held captive by someone. That’s why all the search parties found nothing.

Steve took in the small boy in front of him more closely. Thin, a little dirty from running through the woods in nothing but loose shorts and no shoes. His skin was all marked up, soft purple-red bruises dotting his throat, chest and hips. Whoever this Tony was, he was using Peter as some kind of sexual slave.

“You want to see?” Peter asked him quietly. “Where I live?” That could be exciting, though he wasn’t sure what Tony would do. Maybe he could convince Tony to let him keep this detective man.

Steve nodded. He should investigate, collect evidence, possibly make an arrest. Peter smiled and took Steve’s hand. They both stood, and Steve allowed himself to be walked through the woods with the boy. Peter knew exactly where he was headed, into thicker and thicker forest. Peter led the stranger to the lake, pointing as he saw it. Steve followed the boy’s finger with his gaze but paused when he saw a man standing in the shallows.

Peter gasped at the sight of Tony. He was shocked to see him so close to the shore.

“Peter, darling,” Tony greeted, “I was wondering where you ran off too.”

Peter stepped toward the man, ready to leap into his arms and kiss him silly, but Steve’s hand tightened around his arm.

“You’re Tony,” he said to man standing in the water. “You’ve been keeping Peter here?”

“I’ve been taking care of him,” Tony replied. “Come here, Peter.”

Peter wriggled free from Steve’s grasp and ran to Tony. He didn’t hear Steve shout for him to stop, or the gasp the detective let out when he saw Peter’s back. He whimpered and twisted in Tony’s arm in an attempt to hide it.

“I think you’ve got the wrong boy,” Tony addressed Steve again. He quickly hid Peter behind him. “This one is mine.”

Steve glared at Tony. “He’s coming back to New York with me and my partner.”

Tony growled at him, his eyes flashing red. No one was taking his boy from him. Especially not some human or his “Partner?” He snarled.

Peter made a soft noise from behind the man. Tony tilted his head toward the boy, and Peter seemed to whisper to him. Steve only held his glare, his hand moving toward the stun gun he had on his belt. He had to get Peter away from here. Had to get a closer look at the - injury? - on Peter’s back.

But then Tony’s eyes softened as he returned his gaze to Steve. He stepped aside and revealed Peter to the detective again. “You want this boy so badly, come and take him.”

Peter stood the in water, staring curiously at Steve. He hesitated, eyes darting between Tony and the boy he had to save. Peter gave Steve a soft smile and turned toward Tony slightly. The man had a violin in his hands - from where, Steve hadn’t noticed - and he was walking deeper into the water.

“Peter,” Steve pleaded, “Come with me. Don’t be scared, you don’t belong here.”

Peter shook his head. “N-no, I want to stay,” he replied. “Tony loves me, he takes care of me. Out there - people will hurt me.”

“Peter, that’s not true,” Steve argued, “Tony is the one who’s -“ He paused, hearing music floating through the air. A soft, lonely melody. His head snapped toward Tony, the man playing his violin in the water. The music filled his head, filling his thoughts like a lullaby. Peter sighed happily, drawing Steve’s attention back to him.

He had missed how beautiful the boy truly was - with his big, brown eyes and soft, rounded cheeks, and pink, bow lips. His lithe little body swayed to the music. Steve watched Peter’s tongue dart out to wet said lips.The boy batted his eyes at the detective.

“Tony’s my master,” the boy said softly. He beckoned to Steve and the man trudged into the lake without hesitation. “He makes me feel so good.”

Peter touched Steve’s shoulders, fingers tugging at the fabric of his uniform. “He can make you feel good too,” Peter said, as Steve leaned down. His eyes widened, seeing Peter’s lips part. He shouldn’t - this poor kid had been through enough - but the haunting melody grew louder, and swallowed his thoughts again.

Peter pressed his body against Steve’s, fitting perfectly in his arms. He was warm, despite the cool water they stood in, and just a soft as Steve had imagined. Steve could feel Peter’s cock grinding against his leg. The boy was naked now, his shorts sinking in the water below them. Peter’s small hand cupped his own hardening length, groping through his slacks. “Kiss me,” the boy begged.

Steve’s reluctance faded, the violin consuming it all, and he obeyed.

[spideythot]

Nøkken Starker AU part 2.5

This is the smutty part of Steve’s predicament now that he’s under Tony’s control. There will be a final part featuring Bucky.

Thanks for the patience when it comes to me writing! Part 1, Part 2

@babyboy-peterparker, @arachnioxide Thank you both for the inspiration

Warnings: Mythological liberties, NFF, mind control

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Steve sealed his fate as he kissed Peter. And Tony watched the boy take control, pushing the man down into the muddy bed of the pond shallows. Peter slid his tongue into the stranger’s mouth, both of them moaning as he did. Tony stilled his bow, the trance remaining in place even without the music. Steve’s head was only filled naughty thoughts revolving around his sweet boy. He watched Peter grind against the human and grinned.

“Peter,” he called. The boy’s head snapped up at Tony’s beckon. He groaned as Steve kissed down his throat and chest. “If you want to keep him, you know where to take him.”

Peter nodded and raised up, leaving Steve sitting in the pond. He grasped at Peter’s hand. “Wait,” he murmured, “Please.”

Peter laced his fingers with Steve’s and smiled softly down at him. He tugged on the man’s arm, encouraging him to stand and follow. Steve, but his gaze caught Tony standing nearby. And he paused as he came to his feet, glaring at the man. Tony’s glowing blue eyes flashed once, and Steve’s face fell lax. Peter’s fingers gripped the sleeve of Steve’s uniform. The man followed Peter deeper into the water. Tony took hold of Steve from behind and shoved him under the water.

The officer was carried to Tony’s cave lair. He held his palm against his head, no doubt still dizzy from Tony’s music. Peter sat in his lap as he remained on the cave floor rubbing his temples. Peter kissed at Steve’s cheeks and neck, gaining the man’s attention again. “Do you want me?” the boy asked.

“Y-Yes, but... I shouldn’t,” Steve replied, “I should... save you.”

“You are,” Peter replied. He pumped his hips against Steve’s groin, whining as their covered cocks rubbed together. Steve bit his lip to hold in his own moan. “You’re here,” the boy added, “I’m saved.”

Peter rolled his hips, grinding away on top of Steve. He kissed the detective again, sloppy but eager. Then his head snapped toward Tony, who was sitting in the makeshift bed.

“Go on, lovely creature,” Tony said, “Sate your hunger.”

Peter tugged off his meager clothing and gripped Steve’s slacks. “Fuck me,” he ordered. Steve nodded, mouth agape and eyes glazed over. He struggled out of his soaked trousers and underwear, only pulling them down to his knees. His hands trembled where they sat against Peter’s hips. The boy held Steve’s cock in one hand, guiding it into his hole as he squatted over the man. He bit his lip as he impaled himself on the officer’s dick. Peter panted and whimpered, feeling the thick head slip inside.

“Take it all,” Tony’s command came from where the other man sat on their bed. He was plucking the strings of his violin, creating a soft melody that echoed around the cave. Peter shook his head. It was too much. He should have fingered himself open first. Tony sighed, sensing the boy’s hesitation. Steve kissesd at his worried lips, and bucked upward, desperate to create friction.

Tony set his instrument down and walked over to where they were sprawled on the floor. He placed his hands on Peter’s shoulders. “Relax your body,” he purred into the boy’s ear. Peter breathed in deep and closed his eyes. “Good.” With a small hum, Tony shoved Peter down on Steve’s cock, relishing the sharp, high keen the boy gave him.

He moved a hand from Peter’s shoulder and tangled it in the detective’s blonde hair. “Now fuck him,” he growled. “Until you fill him with every last drop you have to offer.”

Tony gripped the back of Peter’s neck with his other hand, forcing the boy to gaze down at Steve. “My little pet’s so hungry...” Peter felt his mouth water and a familiar ache in his belly. Tony was right, as usual. He was starving...

Peter rolled his hips, settling firmly on Steve’s length. He lifted himself, just slightly and slammed back down. It felt so good, so satisfying. He knew what he need to satiate his hunger. Soon, he was bouncing on Steve’s cock, moaning loudly, hands still wrapped tightly in the man’s uniform shirt. Steve held him, doing his best to thrust in time with the boy’s movements. He kissed at Peter’s neck and chest, catching his lips occasionally. Each time, Peter would cram his tongue into the officer’s mouth, tasting more of him, feeding himself.

Steve’s fingers clenched on Peter’s hipbones when he came with a shout. Peter moaned flexed around the man’s cock, milking for every drop. The detective fell back, lying against the cool cave floor and panting heavily. Peter began grinding against him, his own orgasm building. He threw his head back and came, painting Steve’s chest.

“M-more,” he gasped. Peter lay over Steve’s body, sticky and sweaty as it was, and kissed him. “More...”

Steve inhaled sharply. “Just a minute...” he sighed.

“No, now,” Peter pouted. He bucked his hips, forcing a strangled moan from the man still inside him.

“Peter,” Tony called, stopping the boy immediately, “He’s only human... for now. Come here, I’ll feed you.”

Peter separated himself from Steve, leaving the man groaning where he lay. He crawled over to Tony, who had returned to his position, sitting on their bed. He kept his legs spread for Peter to sit between them. The boy took Tony’s cock from his pants and immediately placed his lips around it. Peter suckled at the tip, then dragged his tongue along it.

“That’s it, my good little toy,” Tony praised. He grazed his fingers through Peter’s hair. Peter mewled around Tony’s dick and then sucked it down deeper. He was good at this - Tony trained him after all. Peter opened his eyes and stared up the man. Tony’s glowing blue eyes stared back at him.

“There’s another human out there,” He said, holding Peter’s gaze while the boy sucked away. “I want you to find him.”

Peter’s eyes fluttered, but he kept them open. “Bring him here. We’ll reunite him with his... partner.”

Tony glanced over at Steve, who was sitting now, watching them intently. Peter was a sight to behold, cock stuffed down his throat and rutting his hips against Tony’s leg. Tony watched the man pump his cock slowly at the sight of the two of them. Soon, Tony would have another human under his control... someone else to mold and play with. Right after he got his turn inside of Peter.

[spideythot]

Nøkken Starker

Nobody asked for this but it’s been my head all day - blame my Norwegian ancestors. As this is fanfiction, liberties with the myth have been taken.

NFF (for some smut) dark!Tony/monster!Tony, hypnosis, kidnapping

Nøkken/Nykkjen/Näcken is a sinister male, freshwater spirit from Norwegian and Swedish folklore (dating back to the Viking age). He is said to dwell in dark ponds, lakes or rivers. Nøkken is a shape shifter, most known for taking the shape of a handsome man with long hair, a monster of twigs and seaweed with glowing eyes, or white horse. He plays a fiddle, or in some stories a harp, and is said to be the best in the world. In many stories, Nøkken uses his beautify violin music to put people in a trance, lure them into the water, and drown them.

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Peter’s lost - not panicking - no, he’s got to stay calm. Lost in the woods isn’t that bad. It’s only sprinkling and Peter can’t be that far from the trail. “Ned! MJ!” He calls out again. They have to be close - they wouldn’t leave him out here. “Ned!” Nothing. These woods are so quiet... and Peter can’t help but feel uneasy. There should be birds and animals... even in the rain.

Peter sits down under a tree and rifles through his backpack. At least he had some supplies - food and a raincoat. He slipped the coat on with a sigh. Why hadn’t they just stayed on the trail? Peter had fallen behind, tripped over a tree branch, and torn his pants, scraping up his knee.

Now he was alone, in the slowly darkening woods - wet and scared. He had to get back. There was no way Peter would survive out here in the dark... but his friends were probably looking for him. At least he had that.

Peter slung his pack back onto his shoulder and continued walking. The trees sort of looked familiar. He was probably getting close to the trail again. Suddenly, there was... music. Haunting, but beautiful. It was strangely calming... but music meant someone else was out here.

Maybe there was a cabin. A nice, warm cabin... with a violinist. Peter followed the melody as it drifted through the trees. It was all Peter could hear - the violin. The sweet, lonely tune was getting louder, drowning out the rain and trudging of Peter’s feet.

The trees opened up to a marshy clearing. But Peter ignored it. He continued forward, toward a figure he could see over the marsh reeds. The man was standing waist deep in a pond. Peter stepped into the water, totally captivated by the song. He hesitated when the man in pond turned toward him at the sound of his splashing.

“Welcome, young traveler,” he greeted. He was handsome, dark hair, cut jaw and body, glowing blue eyes. “Do you like my song?”

Peter nodded, but his words escaped him. He stepped further into the water, drawn in as the glowing eyes stared him down. The man continued to play, but he began stepping away from Peter, deeper into the water.

Desperate to get closer, Peter followed. He dropped his backpack off his shoulders to move faster. “Wait!” He called. The man stopped walking away from Peter and ceased the music.

“Interesting...” he spoke. He moved back toward Peter, who stood frozen in the man’s icy blue gaze. Then man grinned at him, flashing fanged teeth. But Peter didn’t care at all, he just wanted to be close to the musician. “Most who come to me do not have the will to speak,” he said. He placed his hand under Peter’s chin and tilted it a bit.

“You’re a pretty specimen for a human,” he continued. He studied Peter a moment longer. He dragged clawed fingers through the boy’s hair. “Lost and alone,” the man purred, “Ripe for the taking.”

The musician leaned in and Peter’s eyes fluttered. He wanted to be kissed more than anything in this world. Lips pressed against his, and Peter melted. Yes, this is all he wanted, nothing else mattered. The man licked at his lips, and Peter parted them. His tongue slid into Peter’s mouth, licking all around, tasting the boy.

He pulled back. “Delicious,” the man said, “I think I’ll keep you.”

Peter smiled, sweet and little dumbly, head fogged by the violinist’s glowing eyes. “Wouldn’t you like that?” the man asked. He held Peter’s head and nodded it for the boy, who was dizzy from being kissed so thoroughly, “Yes, of course you would, my little puppet.”

He wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist and pulled the boy closer. “Hold your breath.” Peter took in a deep gulp of air before the man dipped below the water’s surface. Peter clung to the man as they traveled under the water. His lungs were burning by the time they surfaced again. Peter coughed as the man hauled him onto a rock shore.

He glanced around... they were in cave, dimly lit by old lanterns. “Our home,” the musician said. Peter nodded turning toward him.

“They used to call me Tony,” He said, “What do they call you, kitten?”

“Peter...” the boy answered, regaining his voice. He lost himself in man’s glowing eyes again. He was so lucky to have found Tony, who was going to take care of him from now on. Tony was going to make him feel good too. Maybe he would even teach Peter to play violin or a harp or something.

Tony helped Peter to his feet. “Strip,” he commanded, “You’re wet.”

He was soaked. Though Tony was not - at least he didn’t look wet at all. But Peter obeyed, taking off his wet clothes in a hurry. They piled up on the floor at his feet. He covered his nudity with both hands, blushing under Tony’s heavy stare. “Tony... sir,” he said.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” the man said, “You are too beautiful to hide. Show me.”

Peter moved his hands, but couldn’t bring himself to look at Tony. His blush only deepened. Tony dragged his fingers down Peter’s chest, tracing invisible lines to the boy’s quickly hardening little cock.

“Good boy,” Tony praised him, “Good little puppet.”

Peter shivered. Tony’s touch seared his skin. He wanted more - to have his body explored, to surrender totally to Tony. “Thank you, sir...” he moaned.

Tony grinned again, and he motioned toward an area behind them. It was the homey part of the cave - a makeshift bed and various pieces of discarded clothing, jewelry and other belongings. Peter sat on the bed and watched Tony, eagerly waiting.

“Shall I play for you again?” Tony teased him.

Peter laid back on the bed, but kept Tony in his view. “Please...”

“You shall play too,” Tony promised, “Play with yourself for me.”

Peter whimpered in agreement, hand palming at his cock. Tony raised his violin and and placed the bow against the strings. He began to play for Peter again, keeping his eyes on the boy. Peter easily sank under Tony’s control again. He let the music fill his mind, hearing thoughts and commands in his head from Tony. He moaned for the musician as he pumped himself.

Tony continued playing, controlling Peter’s every move through the melody. He would tease Peter until the boy fully lost his mind. Then he’d make the lost little soul completely his. Peter would be his toy forever.

[spideythot]

Will there be a part 2 of the Nøkken Starker fanfiction? I really love this one 😁

Aw, I’m glad you liked it ❤️ - I never intended to continue that particular story, but there may be more fantasy/myth themed drabbles in the future

Anything could happen tho - if I get inspiration there may be more to it