#nat talks hiddles

[bisluthq]

I think tom really relates to better than revenge😅except that he's more mature than a 18 19 year old

THE STORY STARTS WHEN IT WAS HOT AND IT WAS SUMMER AND I HAD IT ALL I HAD HER RIGHT THERE WHERE I WANTED HER. HE CAME ALONG GOT HER ALONE AND LET’S HEAR THE APPLAUSE - HE TOOK HER FASTER THAN YOU COULD SAY SABOTAGE!!

HE’S NOT A SAINT AND HE’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK HE’S AN ACTOOOOR (and Grammy award winning producer) BUT HE’S BETTER KNOWN FOR THE THINGS THAT HE DOES ON THE MATTRESSSSSSS SOON HE’S GONNA FIND STEALING OTHER PEOPLE’S TOYS ON THE PLAYGROUND WON’T GET YOU ANY FRIENDS. SOON HE’S GONNA FIND THERE IS NOTHING I DO BETTER THAN REVENGE (well I’m posh and English so actually revenge will just involve not saying his name but work with me here I’m doing my best).

ALSO NO AMOUNT OF KNICKS CAPS GIVE YOU DIGNITY!!!!!!

[jobean12-blog]

The Story of Us

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,142

Summary: Bucky is broody muffin unless you’re around- then he’s just a soft muffin of love :)

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club cleanup the archive challenge and the super cute and sweet prompt below from my lovely friend @randomfandompenguin Thank you love! I hope you like this! You know I adore our beefy Bucky! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤ My beautiful divider is by @imerdwarf

Warnings: Soft and sweet fluff, Bucky’s read Henley, some friendly teasing and fun

“Hey Buck, Sam and I are going for a run. Want to join us?” Steve asks.

Bucky looks up from his cereal and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t feel like going out now. Thanks.”

Steve shrugs and claps him on the back. “See ya later Pal.”

Bucky finishes eating his breakfast and washes the bowl before grabbing his Henley and heading back to his room. He hears the soft padding of feet and immediately knows it’s you, his smile hard to hold back when you round the corner.

“Morning Bucky!” you chime, smiling brightly and brushing your hand over his arm. He doesn’t flinch or pull back and you’re grateful for it. In the time since he’s been here you’ve learned that he is ok with a soft touch here or there and you have never pushed for more, letting him lead.

“Hi doll,” he answers sweetly, turning back around and following you. “What are you up to?”

“Well, I started doing some cleaning, so I opened the windows in my room to you know just air it out but then I noticed how beautiful it is, so I decided to go for a walk instead,” you explain with a giggle. “Want to come?”

Bucky pulls his Henley over his head and grabs his hat. “I’d love to!” he says.

The two of you walk out into the warm sunshine and start down the street toward the nearest park. Conversation flows easily and you’re just about to finish your latest funny story when your shoe gets caught in one of the metal grates on the street and you start to fall forward with a screech.

Bucky’s metal hand reaches out and grabs yours, easily stopping your fall and gently pulling you upright again.

“Woah! You ok there doll face?” he asks, giving you a squeeze.

You let out a shaky breath. “Yea, I think so! Thanks for saving me! That isn’t the first time I’ve tripped over those things!” you tell him.

“No problem,” he replies, giving you a moment to gather yourself.

When you start walking again neither of your release your hands and you can’t help but feel the butterflies start to flutter in your stomach.

Bucky looks down between your bodies at your entwined fingers and when you catch him you brush your thumb over his. His lopsided grin makes the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Now I don’t have to worry about you face planting again,” he teases lightly.

You’re just about to make a snarky remark when you hear yelling. Both you and Bucky turn your heads to see Sam and Steve on the other side of the path, waving and pointing. They jog over and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I thought you weren’t feeling like a run, Buck,” Steve chides playfully, Sam standing beside him with a goofy grin.

“Do I look like I’m running punk?” Bucky questions plainly, clearly not in the mood for them. “I’m enjoying a walk in this beautiful weather.”

Sam zeroes in on your clasped hands and mumbles something under this breath. Bucky shoots him a death glare and starts pulling you away.

“Alright, well have a nice walk. See you guys later,” Steve says, elbowing Sam so he starts running again.

When you get back to the compound you reluctantly leave Bucky’s company to go finish cleaning, but you promise to come find him later.

He makes a sandwich and grabs his book, sitting in the quiet common room to read. Nat, Clint and Wanda come in shortly after, bickering over what to have for lunch. They all greet Bucky, and he looks up with a wave.

“Do you want something to eat Bucky?” Wanda asks. “I’m making Paprikash.”

“I already ate thanks,” he answers and gets up.

“Well, there will be plenty of leftovers if you want,” Wanda shouts at his retreating form.

On the way back to his room Bucky considers stopping by to see how you’re cleaning is going but he decides to shower first. Afterwards he walks down the hall and lightly knocks. Waiting a minute, he still doesn’t hear anything and figures you aren’t in there, so he goes back to the kitchen.

Wanda, Nat and Clint are still there cleaning up from lunch.

“We’re going to play Pictionary when Steve and Sam get back. You should join us,” Nat says, looking at Bucky.

For a second it looks like he might agree to it but then he scrunches up his nose.

“I think I’ll sit this one out,” he says, settling on a chair at the far end of the room.

Nat doesn’t push and grabs her phone. “Watch this guys,” she whispers to Wanda and Clint with a sly smirk.

A few minutes later you burst into the room.

“Where are Steve and Sam?! I want to play!” you nearly shout.

You feel a pair of eyes on you and look over at Bucky. You go to him and sit on the edge of his chair.

“HI! I was hoping I would catch you in here. I went by your room just before but clearly you weren’t there,” you giggle.

“I did the same thing about a half hour ago,” he admits shyly.

“I must have been in the shower!” you explain as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

It takes you both a moment to notice that all the chatter in the room has stopped and it’s strangely quiet. You glance over at Nat, Clint and Wanda, now joined by Steve and Sam and raise your brows. They are all staring and smiling.

“Who’s ready to play Pictionary!” Steve finally yells, breaking the silence.

“Want to play Buck?” you ask hopefully. “We can be teammates!”

He stands and reaches for your hand. “I would love that.”

You all pile onto the couches by the coffee table and Bucky pulls you down next to him, his arm falling over your shoulder. When you suddenly sit up you can see the worry etched across his features and you quickly reassure him.

“I just want to go grab my sweater. It’s always so cold in here,” you explain with a soft smile.

Bucky nods but then stops you.

“You could just take my Henley if you want?” he asks in a whisper. “I definitely don’t need it.”

“Yes please!” you tell him excitedly.

He stands and pulls it off, helping you get it over your head before you both sit down again.

You snuggle into his Henley and then under his arm as the two of you continue to talk while Steve sets up the game.

Sam leans Steve’s way, not bothering to keep his voice quiet when he says, “I can’t wait until the wedding when I can tell everyone what a broody bastard he was until she came along.”

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

Sexy drabble request- enemies to lovers hate sex with Loki 🤤💚

The green monster

A/N: This is more jealousy sex than enemies to lovers tbh. Happy reading!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smutty fluff.

Word count: 1.5k

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“May I have this dance, gorgeous?”

The gentleman who had his eyes on you the entire evening had finally asked you to dance and you were pleased. The said gentleman also happened to be a prime suspect of your mission.

The plan was to keep him engaged while your least favorite Avenger sneaked into the private rooms in order to bug it. Natasha and Clint waited outside in a van to receive an audio visual on them. You hoped to God that Loki did his job right without any glitches while you sweet-talked to the guy.

Unknown to you, there was a green jealousy monster rising its head inside Loki as he glared at the two of you from the shadows. Nostrils flared and hands balled up in fists, he hated the way you giggled and fluttered your eyelashes at the vile man. He wanted to burn his hands for having held you so close to his body while you two swayed to the music, his undeserving fingers splayed across your bare back.

You caught Loki’s eye, amused at his reaction, you couldn’t help teasing just a little. You always had a back and forth going on with him, you didn’t think much of it before acting out. The Asgardian who swore nobody could affect him that way ever, sure was adorable when irked.

Or so you thought.

You leaned over to whisper something in his ear which made him laugh and pull you closer to his chest before pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

This sent him over the edge, Loki abandoned your plan and made his exit in a dramatic way, a green light flashed across the room as everyone’s attention was now divided. It all happened too fast for you to process but your instincts kicked in and you had to act fast. The damage was already done, you had to get out of the place.

Cursing under your breath, you ignored Nat’s distressed voice and managed to somehow sneak out of the place after excusing yourself to the bathroom. Of course, he had betrayed, that’s what he does, you reminded yourself.

“Why did I even trust him?” you fumed, opening the door of the van to find two equally furious trained assassins. The drive back to the tower was silent, apart from your brain which was coming up with several ideas on how to murder the God of Mischief.

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Previous anger still lingered as you made your way up to Loki’s room in the Tower, knocking on his door rather loudly before realizing it was open. Pushing it open, a part of you expected it to be empty but there he was, leaning against the window, arms crossed and a sulk on his face. It was almost like he was waiting for you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What was that? You don’t just abandon a mission out of the blue! Explain yourself, Loki.”

Crossing your arms to keep yourself from slapping him, you waited for an answer as his eyes simply bore into yours silently. It frustrated you further, the silence, usually he was all about the words.

“What, you're gonna keep quiet now? Were you planning on betraying us all along? Huh? Because you’re incapable of doing good, because you’re always the trickster? Here I thought I could trust you and—”

“I didn’t think my help was required with the way you had that imbecile all wrapped around your finger.” Loki’s voice was low as his gaze didn’t leave your form while he answered, causing you to frown.

“What? I—I did it for the mission, it was part of the plan. Remember when we discussed that? Of course, you don’t. You ruined everything!”

Your voice rose with the anger as you contemplated what to do next, he was still dangerously silent which couldn’t end well, you knew better than that. Deciding to leave him alone, you headed for the door but he beat you to it. Crossing the distance in a few long strides he shut the door with a loud bang before towering over you. He was too close; a few millimeters and you would’ve collided against his chest.

“Why are you—?”

“I did not appreciate the way that man had been eyeing you, the way he lay his hands all over your body, I wished to stab him.”

While his honesty took you by surprise, the audacity of this man made you scoff. Sometimes could be one of the most infuriating souls on the planet. Crossing your arms over your chest you fired back.

“And do you think it’s a treat watching you charm your way around a party? I don’t go on sabotaging missions just because I get jealous.”

It was Loki’s turn to raise his eyebrows as you dropped this new information on him, a smirk which he hid too well before nodding.

“I guess…we’re even then.”

“What? We’re not even. I have never betrayed my team because of how I feel about you, Loki. Never. What you did was wrong. I came here to yell at you and now I’m done. You’re—we’re done.”

As you were about to try and leave again, he stepped in your way, blocking your path and forced you to look at him.

“We’re not done. How could you say that?”

Dropping his voice to barely over a whisper, your heart threatened to jump out of its ribcage as Loki lowered his head to press his lips onto yours. Reluctantly at first, but you responded quickly after your arms slid up his chest and around his neck to pull him closer.

“You just admitted to being jealous.”

Loki whispered against your lips, walking you backwards until you hit the wall, continuing bruising you with kisses while your brain tried to process what had transpired.

“So did you.”

Smirking as you worked on undoing his buttons, you got little time to admire his chiselled torso as he grabbed you by the back of your thighs to lift you up. A sigh left your lips when his groin brushed against your core, desire pooling between your legs as he drove his hips forwards purposely.

“You owe me an apology you know…” you breathed, holding onto his shoulders tight, gasping when he nearly tore the dress away from your body. Lust-darkened shamelessly drinking you in.

“Well, consider me apologising, love.”

Loki attacked your neck, bruising spots by baring his teeth before soothing them over with his tongue while his hands kneaded your breasts, pinching your nipples with deft fingers.

Your body felt like it was on fire, desire burning deep in your belly as your heart beat rapidly against your ribcage. It had been coming from a mile away, everybody knew it, the tension was going to boil over sooner than later and now that it had, you wondered why you hadn’t been doing this all along.

Loki had overpowered your senses with those syrupy kisses, clouded your brain to the point where you didn’t register when he had rid himself of his clothes.

He teased your folds, gathering your slick with his tip before it turned you impatient as you pushed your hips ahead to take him in. A combined groan echoed in the otherwise silent room as he stretched you out, your warmth enveloping his length in its velvety blanket until he bottomed out.

Hair tangled up against the wall, back digging into the hard surface but all you could think about was more. Wanting more of what he was willing to give, every shudder that left your body wanted the same.

Loki’s teeth sunk into your skin, marking you as his while his length impaled you into a panting mess. That coil in your belly threatened to snap and he could sense it.

Deft fingers that circled around your clit in tandem with his thrusts sent you over the edge, letting out a strangled cry as your walls fluttered around his cock. Your mind a foggy mess as you floated, holding onto him as the aftershocks wracked your body.

“That was one hell of an apology.”

You felt him smile against your neck where he placed soft, soothing kisses, still sheathed inside your warmth. Carrying you over to the bed, he made you lay on top of him as he caressed your back.

“Do you forgive me, my darling?” He whispered. The duality of this man being so rough just a while back and yet this soft the next second was surprising.

Pretending to think for a while, you placed your chin on his chest with a mischievous smirk.

“I don’t know yet…Might want to keep apologizing.”

[hela-avenger]

poison & wine- last call

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1195

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but it was definitely fun to write! Hope you enjoyed the angst train because by next week that ride will be over! 

poison & wine masterlist

Black Widow Babe- 1 missed call

Hey, just came back from the mission and FRIDAY said you left without saying goodbye. I hope you’re doing ok. If Loki did something to you on that trip, let me know. It wouldn’t be my first time killing a royal prince. Call me back or just come back. Bye. 

Wanda Woman- 1 missed call

Hi, love. I know Nat called but I thought I would call you too. I don’t know… Call it my sixth witchy sense but I feel like something’s wrong. Your room… It’s filled with some chaotic energy and I’m worried. I haven’t told anyone this but call me back and let me know if you’re ok. Maybe we can do brunch and talk about whatever is bothering you. Just know that we’re here for you. Love you. 

Tony ‘IronMan’ Stank- 8 missed calls

Hey. I’ve been calling you and you keep ignoring my calls so here I am leaving a voicemail. Do people still do these things these days? I don’t know and I guess it doesn’t really matter cause I’m doing it. 

I’m just worried about you. Barnes won’t tell me anything about you leaving and the Prince of Darkness has been awfully gloomy and I’m not saying it’s you but… Kid, I mean what happened out there? You left without saying goodbye which you never do and I… I’m just really worried. 

I know you’re back at home trying to recover from what shall not be spoken but call me back. Let me know you’re alive. I… Well, you know. 

The Mighty Thor- 1 missed call

Leave a message after a beep? Alright that seems quite simple, telephone lady. Waiting for a beep. Beep, beep, beep… This is taking too long. Perhaps I should try emaili-

Buchanan Barnes- 3 missed calls

Hi doll, had to sneak off to call you but it seems your phone is off and I get it. I understand why you have to disconnect, but everyone is worried about you. Nat and Wanda cornered me the other day and threatened to take my arm off if I didn’t tell them what I saw when you left but I’m not a trained spy for nothing. I can keep a secret which I assure you, I’ve kept it. Lips are sealed. 

I just… I think you need to come back. Besides everyone being worried about you, I mean… I might not know the guy very well, but Loki is quite the recluse since he returned. We haven’t talked much but he did ask about you and Y/N… Just call me back, please. 

Black Widow Babe- 4 missed call

Wanda Woman- 5 missed call

Tony ‘IronMan’ Stank- 14 missed calls

Unknown Number  Peter Parkour- 1 missed call

Ah, Y/N! Hello! I have finally learned how to use a voicemail! Spiderboy- 

-SpiderMAN

Man? But you are small. You are but a boy. 

-Mr. Thor, please? 

Very well, you are to be a very tiny Spiderman. Where was I going with this? How do I-

-No, don’t push that button-!

Tony ‘IronMan’ Stank- 22 missed calls

Capn’ Crunch (Stevie)- 1 missed call

Hi, Y/N. I know everyone’s been calling and I tried to give you the space you wanted but it’s been weeks since we last heard of you. Bucky assures me you’re fine but I can tell he’s not too sure about that either. 

We all miss you here and I’m not trying to guilt trip you to come back but we do miss you... some more than others. I’m not going to name names but… I don’t know what happened up there in Asgard but I have a feeling that I might actually do and I… I’m trying to refrain from going all Captain to you but is running away the best option here? You have people who care about you and wish to support you here so please consider it. 

Be safe wherever you are. 

Buchanan Barnes- 5 missed calls

Tony ‘IronMan’ Stank- 37 missed calls

The Mighty Thor- 2 missed calls

HELLO! Ah, yes. I finally have managed it. Very tiny Spiderman was not as useful as I hoped he would be, but I have managed on my own! I hope you are doing well Lady Y/N. For my brother’s sake, I hope you are. I told him to leave you a voicemail but he refused. I don’t understand why he’s being quite cold lately. Haven’t seen him this way since we were children when father and I accidentally left him behind in one of our adventures. 

I don’t know what occurred back in Asgard but it seems it must have been quite severe for Loki to be behaving this way. I was hoping you might offer some insight. Or well… I should have considered perhaps that Loki might have done something to you. That’s quite worrisome. Please do call me back or send me an email! My email is- 

End of Audio Message.

Buchanan Barnes- 11 missed calls

Tony ‘IronMan’ Stank- 91 missed calls

Alright, kid. This is the last call I’m making. I… I’ve been calling you every day for the past few months trying to reach you. I have half the mind to fly out to your little getaway and YES I know where you’ve been this whole time. You think I don’t have the means to find your home estate? 

Anyways, I’m tired. It’s four in the morning and I thought I’ll give it one last shot. I’ve been trying to reach you because well… I have some big news. I don’t know if you’ve been checking your mail or even checking your voicemail but I proposed to Pepper a while back. 

We actually had an engagement party, and a bachelor party, and a bridal shower, and well you get the picture… We’ve missed you on a lot of things but you can make up for it by coming to the rehearsal dinner and the wedding. You should have gotten an invite and I’m really hoping you’ll come. You’re family, Y/N so just… Just check your mail and book a flight. 

Y/N- 1 Missed Call

“Hey, I know it’s late and you’re probably asleep but I thought I should call you before I board my flight. I know I’ve been MIA but I… I just needed some time to myself. I know I’ve been gone for a long time but being home gave me that clarity I was looking for. 

I uh… I actually started to read my mother’s journals again and as much as it hurt I could… I could just feel her with me again. I started to think about what she would say about this mess I found myself in and it made me realize that I left you behind. I basically abandoned you and for selfish reasons so I’m sorry. I hope I can make it up to you when I get back to the compound. 

Maybe uh… I mean, if you don’t have a date already, we can go to Tony’s rehearsal dinner together. Just a thought so… so yeah, I’ll see you soon.”

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[theatrelove3000]

Be By My Side

I have decided that if I am going to start posting my fics again, I should probably catch up on what I have already written. SO! Enjoy the spam of older stuff while I release all of my old docs on this poor hellsite.

These fics can be read as oneshots but make a lot more sense if you read them together. It is not necessary though so no worries!

I was also told to tag @just-the-hiddles if I start posting again so this is me following directions XD. Thank you for being interesting in the first place, friend! Let me know if you want to be tagged in all of these older ones or just a few!

Background: Noelle and Loki were “Bound” by a witch in Alfheim after a battle they fought in. This means that the witch split each of their souls in half and one half switched places. Noelle has half of Loki’s soul and vise versa. They can feel each others emotions and hear each others thoughts.

Summary: Noelle and Loki on the ship heading back to New York after Ragnorok. (Thanos doesn’t come because they already killed him. That is explained briefly in another fic that is not Loki x OFC.) 

Warnings: Implied smut, blood, cursing.

Be By My Side

Noelle PoV:

"Terribly sorry, my lady. I did not mean to cause any discomfort." The young woman in front of me bows her head.

"Oh, no, please. It isn't your fault. It's a wound. It is bound to cause pain, no matter who is wrapping it." I tell her, "and please lift your head. You needn't bow to me. I'm not royal."

She looks up at me, opening her mouth to respond. Before she can, though, she shuts it quickly, spotting something over my shoulder. I furrow my brows in confusion and look behind me to see what caused the healer distress.

At my shoulder stands the ever-regal and slightly intimidating Loki. Well, intimidating to everyone but me. He has caused me distress a few times but it has been few and far between.

My lover puts his hand on my shoulder. "You mustn't believe you are not worthy of a bow or curtsy, darling. You are consort to the prince of Asgard, rightful king of Jotunhiem." He mutters as he leans down to kiss my temple.

I roll my eyes at him and his ego. He forces eye contact with the healer and waves his hand, gesturing for her to move aside. She does so quickly and he replaces her at my feet, taking over the wrapping of my wounded and bloodied leg. The girl begins applying salve to the other cuts and bruises I got in the battle.

"If I may, my prince," she squeaks out. He nods, letting her know that it is alright to continue. "This ship you arrived in is very well stocked with medical supplies. I was just wondering where it came from to be so well stocked."

"It came from a distant planet. We didn't come by it in honorable fashion so do keep that to yourself." He responds coolly, raising an eyebrow at her. She cowers slightly under his gaze.

I take her hand gently, "What's you're name, my dear?"

"Anna Marie, my Lady."

"Well, Lady Anna Marie, I will let you in on a secret. You can't repeat it, of course." She nods vigorously, "Prince Loki seems cold and cruel but he is truly very warm and protective. And he cannot do anything to harm you, especially in my presence. You are under my protection." She smiles gratefully at me. I pat her hand and let her continue her work.

Glancing at Loki, he is scowling at me but I just smile and it melts off his face. He finishes wrapping my wound and rests his head on my knees. I turn to Anna Marie. "I know that you are not used to this level of public displays of affection so I apologize of you are uncomfortable. You have to realize, though, we just got out of a battle with the Goddess of Death. We need comfort." She smiles and nods.

Loki takes one of my hands and brings it to his lips. 'Are you alright?' I ask through the connection.

'I-' he takes a breath, 'I do not know. I am filled with emotions I didn't know I would feel.'

'It's understandable.' I tell him. 'You just watched the place you were raised go up in flames. You should be feeling a lot. It means you're still alive.'

He lifts his head and looks at me. 'Are you alright? I have been trying to shut my own emotions out that I almost forgot yours. How are you feeling, love?'

I think for a moment. 'I am sad, I suppose. Not as upset as I should be but still sad. I guess Thor will find a place to put the Asgardians and we will go back to the tower.' I shake my head laughing slightly. 'We might just have to tell them. I like being able to hug you in public.'

He smirks. 'Darling, I'm pretty sure FRIDAY has already told the Man of Iron. He has been asking questions.'

'Alright then. You tell him and he will tell everyone else. I will tell Wanda and Nat though. I really don't want them to be mad at me.'

He nods. He starts to say something else but I am pulled out of my daze by Anna Marie tapping on my shoulder. "Is there anything else I can assist you with, my Lady?" She asks politely.

"No, thank you, Lady Anna Marie. I'm very grateful for your help." I tell her as I stand, Loki standing with me. He puts a hand on the small of my back gently.

"It was my pleasure, my Lady." She curtsies to us and we leave the infirmary. We get out into the main deck of the ship and go straight to the King.

"Ah! Loki! There you are! And I see now why I couldn't find you. Hello, Lady Noelle."

"King Thor." I give a mocking, dramatic curtsy. He rolls his eyes and stands to hug me.

Loki has been helping support me since we left the infirmary so when Thor notices I'm not pulling very far from his brother, he makes a snap decision that Loki couldn't escape from. We are both pulled into a bone crushing hug.

"Release me, you big oaf. I can't breathe!" Loki struggles, trying to get out of his grip. When Thor finally let's us go, I hiss in pain, having been abruptly dropped on my feet. Loki catches me before I can fall.

"What happened to you?" Val asks.

"I was fighting the undead soldier dudes and one sliced my leg from behind. I'm fine, just a lot of blood. It is a long cut, not particularly deep though."

Thor mutters an apology. I smile at him and pat his head. He blushes a little like a child being given praise by his mother. We stay and discuss the plans for a while before Loki asks Thor something that had been on my mind for the passed few minutes.

"Brother. I hate to bring this up but where is Lady Sif? I have not seen her while we have been aboard and I assume she would have found you by now."

Thor looks at his hands for a moment, "I was wondering that as well. I talked to Heimdall. She was on the front lines when Hela arrived."

I step away from Loki and put a hand on Thor's arm. Before I can say anything he looks at me, "It is alright, Sister. I know that you know how I feel right now but you must remember that Sif and I broke off our engagement a year before this. I feel as though I have mourned her already." He gives me a small smile.

"You know you can come to me if you need someone to talk to. I'm sure Loki would be willing, too, if I'm not available." Thor pats my hand and smiles bigger. I wait a moment, thinking about what he said. "Thor?"

"Noelle?"

"You called me sister."

"That's what you have become to me."

I grin widely and hug him around the neck. He hugs back, softer this time than the first hug.

I feel Loki pulling me back by my waist. "Come with me." He whispers in my ear.

I nod and turn to Thor. "We take our leave, King Brother."

He chuckles loudly, winking at me and waving his hand in a dismissal.

Loki takes my arm and leads me to an empty room. It has a glass ceiling, exposing the galaxy around us. Loki walks us to the big window on the other side of the room, helping me get situated. He remains standing. He paces before me for a bit, hands behind his back, as I watch the stars and planets passing us.

He takes a breath before speaking, drawing my eyes back to him. "Perhaps you are wondering why I brought you in here, but its quite simple. I've been pondering over something... very critical to my own existence." He stops his pacing and looks at the floor, spaced out. "I always thought I could never find love." He shakes his head minutely, scoffing as he starts again. "Hell I couldn't find love in my own family. How could I find it out there?"

He is still close enough for me to reach for his hand, kissing his knuckles comfortingly. He looks down at our hands, taking a breath. "But after making amends with my brother and coming back to you," he makes eye contact with me for the first time since we entered the room. "My mind has been persuaded and I realized that my destiny is in my own hands. And I can change it if I want to. IF I want to."

He kneels in front of the bench, the second time today he has been on his knees before me. He takes my other hand in his, hold both my hands kissing my fingers lightly before turning his gaze back up to me. "You taught me that it wasn't too late turn back." He chuckles darkly. "To be on the good side." His small smile slips from his face, "but I wonder 'is it, though?'"

He shuts his eyes, as though trying to forget the memories. "After everything that I've done, you're telling me I can just... waltz my way back into the light as if it never happened." His grip had tightened significantly. I run my thumbs along his fingers trying to calm him enough to loosen his hold. He does a little, still holding on tight to get through this part of his speech. "All those lives. They went through hell because of me." His voice softens at the end. "And I'm supposed to pretend like it never happened, live my true happy ending. No! There's a price for everything that you do."

He opens his eyes again, gazing at me again. "I hope that I have finally paid it. I believe that I have, looking back at the passed year. And now that I am indebted to no one, I want you to be along side me. I want you to fight alongside me. And to actually be by my side." He drops his gaze to our hands again. "I know this is out of no where but-" he takes a deep breath. "I want your hand in marriage." I must look shocked or confused or something because he reiterates. "I'm asking to marry you." I just stare at him. "I have my eyes on no one; no one but you. And its been this way for a long time... a very long time. I just haven't had the words to say how I felt... but now I do. And if I'm not too late," he meets my eyes once again, "I'd like to go back. I'd like to see what the light side looks like. With you."

I don't really know what happened after but I know that suddenly my lips are on his, pulling him deeper. I pull away after a moment, keeping barely 2 inches between us. "You are good, Loki. You are beaten and broken but you are still good."

"Do you really-"

"Yes, I really believe that. For such a observant man, you certainly can be oblivious."

He laughs, some of the tension leaving his features. "You're so witty, I love it. You always know what to say and how to say it." He smiles at me, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, "I've always loved that about you." I lean my face into his hand, holding it there with my own.

"I'm taking that as a yes." He cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Um, yeah, please do!"

He laughs loudly this time. I grin and scrunch my nose at him. He pulls me closer and kisses me deeply again. He pulls away for a moment to mutter, "Well, I'm as happy as I can be." He breathes a laugh.

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I wake up to loud knocking on the door. I groan and roll onto my stomach. I hear chuckling beside me before a rustling of the sheets.

Loki puts on some pants and opens the door slightly.

"Good morning, Loki!" The thundering voice of Thor cuts through my already broken sleep cycle. "Are you just waking up?"

"I had a late night." He replies coolly. I try not to laugh and turn my face into the pillow.

"I see. Working hard as the King's hand will keep you up, I suppose."

'Or a fiancé's vocal range.' He whispers in my mind and this time I can't hold back my laughter. This brings Thor's attention to me.

"Good Morning, Elle!"

"Good Morning, Your Highness." I send back.

He tries to push into the room but Loki stops him with a hand on his chest. "I don't think you want to do that." He says lowly.

"I think I do. I have much to discuss with the both of you."

I stand up, wrapping the sheet around my body as I do so, and stand at Loki's shoulder. "Will you at least let me get some sort of clothing on first?" I ask him innocently.

His face burns bright red and he looks at the ceiling. "That would be good."

"Just put my shirt on, and a pair of shorts." Loki mutters to me, closing the door on Thor, who stays just outside it and waits for us. I do as I'm told quickly. Loki just watches me move about the room, collecting miscellaneous clothing. I sit criss crossed on the bed as I finish buttoning his shirt over my shorts I wear under my dresses. Loki opens the door and let's Thor in. He sits in the chair Loki magics out of thin air and Loki crawls back onto the bed with me. He sits slightly behind me, running his fingers through my hair.

"So, we have been thinking about where to go." Thor starts. "Midgard seems to be the wisest and most suitable choice. I would like to hear your thoughts."

"Well, while Earth is very similar to Asgard in terms of gravity and oxygen levels, it's very different in the ways of... societal norms." I say. "I think if you can find a chunk of land that could fit all of the people, you could rebuild from scratch."

"That is what I was thinking. I need to send a message to Stark so they don't panic when a strange vessel flies into their atmosphere over New York once again." Thor scratches at his newly shaven beard.

"Perhaps, Brother, we should land in the upstate area of New York. Have Stark meet us there; it will be better to not arrive in such an abrupt way with this obscene number of people." Loki's logic brings something else to the forefront of my mind.

"He is right. You not only have those on this ship but a second ship as well. The population of Asgard is much bigger than I thought."

The King of Asgard nods thoughtfully. "I will see if Banner can get a message to Stark. He will know how to do it, I'm sure."

"Grand. Its been wonderful talking to you, Thor, but are we done here? I'd like to sleep a bit more. I'm sure my fiancé feels the same. That battle was tiring for you and I. Imagine the effects on someone less immortal than us." Loki stands again, ushering Thor out. When they reached the door, Thor stops himself from being shoved out of the room by his brother by placing his hand on either side of the doorframe.

"Fiancé?" He looks at me questioningly. I raise my left hand for him to see the small black markings on my ring finger. We drew it on both our hands last night with a sharpie that I managed to conjure. Loki raises his hand to show his similar but not identical markings on his own finger. "You didn't even get a ring? For shame, Brother!" Thor whacks Loki upside his head. I laugh, Loki doesn't. Thor leaves and Loki closes the door behind him.

He climbs back onto the bed with me and immediately pushes me over so that I am laying on my back again. "You said you were tired." I laugh and let my fingers tangle in his already knotted hair, courtesy of last night's activities.

"I am, but I do believe that I am hungrier than I am tired." He says, beginning to kiss my jaw, working his way down.

"Oh, so we are hungry now?" I chuckle.

"Ravenous." He responds, kissing and nipping at my neck.

I sigh dramatically, "I suppose I could go for some breakfast."

He growls and moves back up my body to my lips. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him as close as I can.

[yespolkadotkitty]

The Right Partner, pt 1

a little Loki/reader fic I started for my pal  @hopelessromanticspoonie and of course it’s too long for a one shot because I AM INCAPABLE OF ONE SHOTS. It’s a sickness.

The Avengers sure knew how to throw a party, you thought as you descended the stairs into the central hall of the Smithsonian. It helped that Tony Stark was richer than God and could hire a museum like this on the turn of a dime.

You’d been working as a PR for the team for six months now. Your job mostly consisted of monitoring the Twitter feed and making sure Thor didn’t have too much access to Instagram - he really liked posting inappropriate pictures, not realising that the world would see them.

Thank God Jane spent too much time working to engage much with social media.

The others weren’t much trouble. Clint was sweet, completely in love with his wife and kids, wrapped up in battling kid-locked devices, he understood social media and all its dangers.

Tony was the usual loudmouth but he listened when you put a monetary figure on anything. You mostly dealt with him through Pepper. She was some kind of saint.

“Hey, girl.” Natasha slinked over to you with two glasses in her hands. She wore a painted on crimson gown that fishtailed to her legs. You assessed the dress, thinking that she likely had two, no, maybe three knives sewn into that thing. Just in case.

“Tony’s pulled out all the stops, huh?” you muttered, thanking her for the glass of fizz as she passed you.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “You should have seen Pepper’s birthday party. There was an actual blimp.”

“No kidding.”

You laughter together. “To tonight.” Nat clinked her glass against yours, then wandered further into the room to explore, and stopped to talk to Maria Hill, who wore a sensational short black cocktail dress and what had to be five inch heels. That she could probably turn a perfect somersault in.

It got depressing, living with superheroes, sometimes.

Maria and Nat made a beeline for the waiters circulating with wine and canapés, but you hung back by one of the decorated bay trees. The central hall smelled, not as it usually did, of sweets and perfume and the plastic of kids’ toys, but of something other, something.... almost otherworldly. Tony had outdone himself. The space smelled of magic, of anticipation.

Of course you knew why that was. 

You were waiting for him.

And when some whisper of sixth sense made you turn her head, and the crowd parted to reveal a tall, lean man in a charcoal suit, your heart leapt into your throat.

You didn’t remember moving towards him, but your feet must have made the motions, because you found herself looking up into his forest green eyes, darkened by the softened light in the hall.

Hungrily your gaze ate him up. You’d never seen him in a suit before; but then you had never seen a man look this good in one – you’d never seen a man own a suit like Loki did this one. 

When he looked like this, it was obvious he wasn’t human. No human looked like him, his face a symphony of planes and angles, his dark hair framing cheekbones to die for, his poet’s mouth always making you think of sin.

“Hey,” you said, trying for nonchalance.

“Good evening.” His eyes flicked behind you briefly, and you turned to see Thor some feet away, making an obvious thumb up gesture. You chuckled.

Loki rolled his eyes. “My brother, ever subtle.”

You’d spoken with the Asgardian Prince a few times since he’d been allowed out of his cage by Tony. He’d even - under very close supervision by Cap - helped out on a few off-planet missions, successful one.

The jury was still out, but you liked him. He said what he thought, never pulled punches. He was acerbic and witty and sometimes he gazed at you, the fire snapping in his eyes making heat stir up in your belly.

“Loki, I-”

The chamber orchestra on the stage  - really, only Tony fucking Stark could just hire an entire orchestra for his birthday - struck up a waltz. Loki held out a hand, his palm offered. “Dance with me?”

You hesitated. He looked dark and dangerous and his voice was oh, so lyrical, and you wanted to climb him like a tree. “I didn’t know you knew how to waltz.”

His gaze locked with yours, his eyes dancing with merriment. “We do have dancing in Asgard.”

You passed your empty glass off to a waiter, then let him lead, falling into the steps of the dance, other couples slowly whirling around the two of you, the orchestra punctuated by the swish of dresses and the click of heels. “This is… nice.”

“A word you do not associate with me, judging by your tone.”

“It’s hard to equate destroying New York with “nice,”” you admitted.

Loki sighed. “As we know, I was…. Not myself during that time. I agree that I will never be, as that man child Stark terms in, a big cuddly care bear, whatever in the Nine Realms that is, but I believe I am making progress.”

“You are.”

He tilted his head, a little like a dog would when confused. “You think so. But then, you’re different. Special.”

You felt a flush creep up her neck as they turned in the dance’s slow circular movements. Loki was so tall, and solid and lean. A fantasy come to life in your arms. “Thanks. I guess. How did you get this suit? Surely Tony didn’t give it you?”

Anyone with eyes knew Loki looked good enough to eat even in his ridiculous helmet and green and black get up. In Armani, the open white shirt flirting with a triangle of his chest, he was fuckable sin personified. No way would Tony have added fuel to the walking fire that was Loki, Prince of Asgard.

He grinned, quick and wicked, making your heart thump. “I have my sources, kitten.”

You laughed. “Of course, you do. At this point, I don’t think anything at all would surprise me.” 

Loki turned you in his arms and you briefly saw Thor and Jane watching the two of you, undisguised interest on their faces. Thor looked like a walking fashion billboard in his navy suit, Jane a gorgeous pixie beside him in a fifties style silk dress, her hair scooped up with flowers.

“Reckon they’re taking bets?” you asked, smiling.

Loki dipped his head towards yours. “Do you care?”

You couldn’t think when he was this close. “No.”

The dance ended and you stood opposite each other, holding hands, your fingers interlaced. Noise and chatter and clinking glasses and music swirled around you, but your world and focus had narrowed to the unsaid words falling between your and Loki’s bodies.

You just wanted to be alone with him. To look into his bottomless green eyes and find out what you’d see reflected in their depths.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you whispered.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Protect My Heart: Part 13

Fandom: Marvel (Bodyguard AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re an actress and after an assassination attempt on your life, your manager hires a bodyguard that will be with you 24/7.

A/N: For @buckthegrump ‘s writing challenge.

It doesn’t feel right. It feels so wrong, like he’s taking advantage of you. 

Being here, back at your home, where everything began...it’s not the same. 

It feels wrong to be here when you aren’t and knowing you’ll never come back-it hurts. 

When Sam, Hope, and Nat come back, he’ll ask if he can stay in a hotel instead because Bucky can’t stand the thought of staying in your home now that you’re gone. 

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You’re playing with the star pendant that rests on your chest, your eyes grazing over the words before you, your lips moving as you mutter the words from the script. 

Bucky’s pretending to be reading, but he hasn’t been paying attention to the newspaper on his lap for the past ten minutes. Instead, he’s watching you. He watches how you mumble your lines, saying them in different tones with different expressions each time. You’re talented, he knows. He watched your movie and admired your ability to make your character become to alive. 

You groan and toss your script onto the coffee table, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting. 

Bucky snickers and folds the newspaper, and placing it on the table, “Break time?”

“Yeah,” you stand up with a grunt and stretch your arms above your head, “Can we go for a walk?”

He shrugs, “Sure,” and stands up, watching as you rush upstairs to change into more “public appropriate” clothing and then back down, slipping your shoes on.

You and Bucky walk up and down the hills of San Francisco. It was in the mid 60s, weather wise, with a slight breeze. You’d consider it a good day. There was no need to make conversation. You and he just walked, enjoying the hustle and bustle of the city around you. One hand in his pocket and the other just hanging out, occasionally the back of his hand grazing against yours. But you never pulled your hand away whenever it happened. 

Both you and Bucky felt comfortable being in each other’s company in silence. 

“Is there a way I can stay in a hotel until this is over?” Bucky asks Nat as she approaches Bucky sitting on your couch. 

Nat shakes her head, her red curls bouncing as she does so, “Sorry, Buck, this is home base as of now and it’s best if you stay here.”

“It feels...wrong.”

Nat sighs and sits down beside Bucky, her hand resting on his arm, “I know, but anywhere else isn’t safe. This is the only place we can trust that nothing will go wrong.”

“Everything went wrong here. If I-if we didn’t spend so much time here, I wouldn’t have gotten emotionally compromised. I would’ve had my head in the game and-and she wouldn’t be dead,” he says the last word as a whisper, feeling sick to talk about you in this way. 

“You can’t change what happened, Bucky, and you shouldn’t blame yourself for this. It’s all our fault. Not just yours.”

“I fell in love with her, Nat. I loved her and I promised I’d protect her.”

“We’ll avenge her, Bucky. Don’t worry. We’re gonna bring these assholes to justice.” she gave him a reassuring pat and then got up to speak with Sam, whom was awkwardly standing some feet away, trying not to pay attention to the vulnerable moment that occured. 

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You told them everything. What happened that led to you faking your death and going into hiding. It felt so good to finally tell people about the hell you’ve gone through since you were young. 

“Well....you’re in some deep shit,” Tony Stark, yes, THE Tony Stark, snorted at you. 

You scoffed back, “Tell me about it. Thought I’d be past all this. Figured they’d forget all about me after all these years,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and shrinking into the couch of the safe house you were currently staying in. 

Stark rubbed his forehead, looking at the screens that displayed footage of Pierce and Rawlins over the past few weeks, “Well, we’re getting really close, so this’ll be all over.”

You look to Hope who decided to stay back while Nat and Sam go help Bucky after he was discharged from the hospital, “How is he?” your face clear with concern.

“Still hurting, physically and emotionally. He doesn’t wanna stay at your place while we continue this case. Said it felt wrong.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, “I understand. I’d be weird about that too. I really hope he stays safe. I don’t-I feel like he’s going to do something irrational. You guys really need to keep an eye on him.”

Hope pushed off the wall where she was resting, she waltzed over to you, her body straight with confidence, but her expression was filled with understanding and worry, “We’re anticipating it, Y/N. Nat and Sam are keeping a good eye on him, well, mostly Sam.”

“Bet he hates that.”

“Those two are always bickering like an old married couple,” Hope says with a laugh, which makes you laugh. 

You enjoy the soft heartedness for a while, not have felt it since you’ve gone under. Your smile eventually fading back to sadness, “I’d tell you to send him my love, but, you know.”

Hope gives you a reassuring smile and a nod, “When this is all over, you’ll be able to do that yourself.”

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Bucky is tossing and turning in his bedroom, well, your guest bedroom. His face is scrunched up as if he’s in pain. Drops of sweat are scattered across his face and his breathing is rapid. 

He keeps seeing you getting stabbed over and over again on replay. Whenever he tries to fight back, to get free, to save you, there’s a sliver of hope...but then it always ends with you dead. 

You’re looking up at him as you’re taking your final breaths, “You promised you’d protect me,” you’d gasp before dying in his arms. 

You promised...

You promised...

You promised...

Bucky jolted up from the bed, pressing a hand to his chest and gasping for air. His heart is rapidly beating. He feels like the room is getting smaller and smaller the more he stays inside. He has to get out. 

He kicks off the bed sheets and marches out of the room, avoiding the walls that are littered with pictures of you with family and friends. 

When he gets to the kitchen, he yanks open the refrigerator and grabs the milk carton. He hastily grabs two mugs and begins to pour the milk. One for him and one for-

He stops. 

He sets the milk onto the counter and gently picks up the mug, your mug. He turns back and places it carefully into the cabinet. With a sigh, he takes his own mug and sets it into the microwave, warming it up for a few seconds and then relishing in the warm cup. 

He stares blankly at the counter as he sips the warm milk, hearing your voice telling him about how warm milk helped you with your nightmares. 

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[marvelgirl7]

Ik ur prob busy being iconic but I was wondering if u could write a quick Bucky x reader drabble where maybe she sees Bucky and nat training together and sees how nat can last against Bucky a lot longer than she can and it makes her feel insecure and maybe she starts comparing everything about herself to nat and tries training even more excessively and pushes it to the point she can’t focus on anything. Fluffy Bucky ending?? (it’s been a rough week I just need some encouragement)

Thank you so much for this request! I hope this is what you wanted. I hope your week gets better! Hang in there! 🧡 

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You just stare at the way Bucky and Nat train together. Your heart just aches seeing how perfect and amazing she was with Bucky. They looked like the perfect team, perfect couple. Your eyes fall as you walk away and hurry to try and better yourself. 

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You find a tight black leather suit and zip it up. You frown once you see your hips and figure in it. 

“Nothing like Nat’s beautiful figure.” You whisper feeling all the pain. Bucky stops at the doorway and whistles.

“Doll you look stunning but I’d rather rip that off of you.” You look up at Bucky and shake your head at him walking to the bathroom away from him. Bucky frowns wondering what he did.

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You’ve been training for hours trying your hardest to get better in shape. You skipped all your meals, you haven’t even taken a water break. You were working yourself hard when you feel a strong force lifts you up.

“Enough Doll you are working yourself to death.” You stop and look at Bucky and fight him as hard as you can but your body is weak and exhausted from training as you just collapse in his arms. Bucky holds you tightly and carries you to your room. He sits you down on the bed as he runs a nice bubble bath for you and slowly gets you undressed and sits you in the bath. He makes you drink water as he gently massages and rubs your head. 

“What’s wrong my Doll?” You look up at him. 

“I’ll never be as good as Nat.” You whimper as Bucky stops he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. 

“I don’t want Nat and you know what Doll? You are perfect because you are you and you are my girl.” He kisses you deeply as you melt in his arms.

“No more talk like that okay you are my perfect girl and I love you just the way you are. Never ever change because you think you aren’t good enough.”

You just melt and nod your head. Yes you were perfect in Bucky’s eyes and he saw you for what you truly were and that’s all that mattered. 

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[bisluthq]

i'm sorry tom but this is hilarious

Never not funny.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Woke up married

Summary: Pounding headache, blurry details from the night before, awkward glances at brunch. All the right ingredients for the world’s worst hangover.

Warnings: 18+ stuff, drinking, talks of sex, humour & fluff.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Square Filled: Woke up married

Word count: About 1100.

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo Have I taken inspo from that Friends episode where Ross and Rachel get married? Yes I have. Enjoy ;))

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Sunlight streamed in through the glass wall and on your face in a way that had you groaning and kicking the sheets, which in turn resulted in a muffled ‘ow’ being heard from somewhere down below.

The ruthless hammering inside your head became prominent and you knew it would only get worse if you opened your eyes. There was some shuffling and moving beside you, enough to mumble a curse word before peeking an eye open to locate the source.

A big lump of pristine white sheets and Tony’s bare legs poking out through the other end right next to your face. The need for rest hung heavy on your lids as the surroundings became clearer, still eluding the events from last night.

Apart from the sheets that were tangled around your body, you realised to your horror that you were sans clothing as well. There was popcorn littered on the nightstand along with some liquid splashed across the surface and confetti?

“Oh God…”

The movement caused Tony to pull your legs closer and rest his face on your feet. The pounding headache grew as you rest yourself on your elbows to take notice of the state of the bedroom you were in.

Clothes strewn about on the floor, your bra hanging off the open bedroom door proudly, empty champagne bottles and more confetti.

“Tony. Wake up!” You hissed, blinding tapping the lump of sheets that wouldn’t move. Another kick and he was up.

“Did you just kick my face? Ugh. What time is it?”

“Time to regret drinking a river that we did last night.”

Slowly unveiling his face from the sheets, Tony emerged looking as terrible as you imagined you were too. He rubbed a hand down his face before sitting up, his bare torso littered with your lipstick stains up for display, adding to your worries.

“Do you have your boxers on?” You asked, praying he did as you spotted your panties on the foot of the bed. Tony reached underneath the sheets to check, his expression revealing everything you needed to know as he gulped and shook his head.

“We couldn’t have had sex though, could we?”

“Given how badly I want to throw up and go back to sleep right now, I’m gonna say we were too hammered to do much else.”

Tony’s reassurance did nothing to pacify your panic as the cottonmouth you had screamed for water.

“I’m never gonna drink again.”

“Tony, you and I both know it’s a lie.”

“Do you remember what we did last night?”

“I think so? Couldn’t have been too bad.”

Little did you two know that all your worst fears were about to be revealed.

.

You shrugged on one of Tony’s old T-shirts and a pair of shorts you had stashed in his closet long back when you’d first started dating, rubbing your temples in circles as you waddled downstairs for sustenance.

Expecting it to be empty, you were surprised to find the team gathered around the living room, chatting animatedly before their heads turned in your direction watching the two of you enter the land of the living.

Spotting some food kept on the table you made your way over and plopped yourself on the couch with Tony yawning shamelessly following suit.

You downed the glass of orange juice in one go as Nat exchanged suspicious looks with Clint, Bruce looking uncomfortably between the two of you while Steve acted indifferent.

Tony reached for the cup of coffee before you slapped his hand away and handed him a fruit instead, mumbling something about how drinking coffee makes the hangover worse, causing the Russian assassin to chuckle.

“Okay what is it?” You asked, glaring at everyone.

“Are we going to talk about what you guys did last night?”

The Captain crossed his arms over his chest, displeasure prominent on his face.

That previously forgotten fear showed up again as you met Tony’s eyes, your expressions matching.

Just as you were about to answer, the God of Thunder burst in the room smiling at the two of you holding a vase containing massive long stemmed roses.

“Good morning! How is the happy couple?”

“What?”

You lost your appetite as memories from the night before came back to you in pieces. There had to have been Thor’s Asgardian liquor involved since you’d never had blackout incidents before this.

Your left hand housed a ‘ring’ fashioned out of copper wires, something you definitely knew was Tony’s doing.

“What did you do Tony?” You glared at the man who gulped as last night’s events flashed before his eyes.

“Honey I wasn’t the only one drinking yesterday.”

“Explain this!!” You flashed your hand in front of his face.

Bruce cleared his throat to interrupt the possible spat that was about to commence.

“Uh. Tony sent one of his suits to get a minister to marry you guys. And he wrote this on my hand.”

He rolled up the shirt sleeves to reveal what you hoped was a temporary tattoo that read, ‘Best Man Bruce Banner’.

You held your head in your hands, unable to face any of them while Tony tried his best but failed to hide a snigger.

“It’s not funny Tony.”

“Kinda is. Look, we can take care of it, don’t worry Banner.”

You stood up suddenly, making all heads turn your way, struggling to get the ring off of your finger.

“Wait why’re you removing it?” Tony followed you, leaving the group to stare after the two of you.

“Are you suggesting I keep this god awful thing? And this was an accident, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah it was. But what if we don’t get an annulment?”

Tony’s words made you stop in your tracks. The man didn’t seem to be joking as you faced him.

“What are you saying Tony?”

“I’m saying what if we stay married? It seems like we already had the ceremony.”

“No. Not a chance.”

You shook your head and began storming towards your room. Maybe it was the lack of sleep and headache making you this irritable and react the way you were, you wondered if the circumstances had been different your answer would change.

“But why? Do you not want to marry me?”

“Not like this I don’t! We were hammered.”

The ring finally came off which you threw in Tony’s general direction, not turning to see if he’d caught it.

“I’ll get you a proper ring (Y/N) come on!”

“Get me a proper wedding Stark!”

The others laughed as you slammed the door on Tony’s face before Steve removed his phone, scrolling through hundreds of pictures which he was forced to take capturing the world’s worst hangover.

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

To Keep You Safe

Title: If we go down, then we go down together

Chapter: 22/22

Author: hopeless_romantic_spoonie

Summary: Life as the assistant to Tony Stark was busy, but boring. All of that changed when I touched something I shouldn't have and woke up with strange new abilities. If I thought that trying to figure out my new place in life as an Avenger was tough, I had no idea what was in store for me once I ran into the frustrating God of Mischief, Loki.

Rating: Explicit

Notes: I apologize for how long this chapter took in getting to you! 

Big thanks to @yespolkadotkitty​ and @just-the-hiddles​ for cheering me on and pushing me on to get this finished when I got frustrated!

Also on Ao3 here :)

Warnings: Language, blood, violence, death. There’s a fight scene, so, all that goes with that.

~~~

One month after the downfall of Hydra at the gala, uneasy peace had fallen over the Compound. The facility was in a holding pattern, every occupant waiting with bated breath for word of Thanos’ return to Earth. It was only a matter of time, and until then, all we could do was prepare the best we could.

Loki, thanks to his accelerated healing, was in fighting shape within two weeks. A hard glint entered his eyes whenever the Mad Titan was brought up, and I would rest my hand comfortingly on his arm, his back, or his thigh, to silently remind him he was safe and present with me.

After facing the fear of losing him, I didn’t let him out of my sight for more than an instant. He, thankfully, seemed to preen under the attention when he wasn’t helping Nat kick my ass in the gym. I was still the least experienced of the group, and even with my powers, I was a liability if someone became distracted because of me.

Fear drove my actions, and when Loki would pin me to the cushioned floor of the gym, demanding that I do and be better, the pent-up cocktail of rage and worry fueling him flashed in his eyes.

We trained. We fought. We worked.

We were as ready as we would ever be, unless we died of anticipation first.

~~~

“Hey, hey,” I sleepily reached over, shaking Loki’s bare shoulder beneath the blankets. “Wake up, you’re okay. Loki!”

He lurched upright in bed and straddled my hips beneath the sheets in one swift motion; a dagger pulled from his hidden pocket dimension kissed the taut skin of my neck while his other forearm pressed down across the top of my chest. His eyes were wild, unfocused and erratic as they darted over my face blindly in the thralls of his nightmare. His ragged breathing was practically deafening in the otherwise silent bedroom.

I didn’t dare move. As tensions rose from the threat of Thanos looming over our heads, his nightmares had increased, too. Last week he had almost strangled me after a particularly bad nightmare before he realized what he was doing, and he was just beginning to forgive himself for that; I didn’t want to add an accidental throat-slitting on top of his misplaced guilt.

Not dying also seemed like a good idea.

“Loki, it’s me. It’s okay. You’re safe here, with me, I promise. I’m safe. It’s okay,” I cooed quietly to him, chanting the words steadily to bring him back from the hellish imaginings of his mind. I maintained eye contact even as I called on the power coursing through my skin to pull on the metal chain of my bedside lamp, illuminating the room in an orange glow.

Slowly, the glaze over his eyes lifted, and he blinked down at me, pulling the knife from my skin and sending it back to where it came from with a look of horror. He tried to pull away from me, incoherently mumbling apologies, but I shook my head, hooked my hands behind his shoulders and my feet around his calves to pull his comforting weight down onto me. He resisted for but a moment, muscles tense and unyielding, before he sighed heavily and let himself melt into me, holding most of his weight on his elbows on either side of my neck.

“You okay now, handsome?” I asked quietly, voice muffled by my lips pressing into his disheveled raven hair as his face found sanctuary in the hollow of my throat. One of my hands trailed up his bare back to scratch lightly at his scalp, a move which was almost guaranteed to calm him down.

“I just want to face him and be done with it,” he growled against my skin. He pressed a light kiss to my collarbone before lifting his head to stare down at me, the creases in his forehead and the thin line of his lips revealing the worry and frustration he barely contained.

I craned my neck to kiss him thoroughly, only letting my head fall back to the bed when I felt him responding to me, his hips rolling against mine and his tongue snaking out to tangle sinfully with my own. We panted into the small space between us, eyes hooded with lust.

“In time. Don’t you always preach patience to me?” I teased, dragging my hands down his arms to come to rest on his biceps, rubbing them appreciatively with my thumbs.

“I’ll show you patience,” he threatened, swooping down to capture my neck in his lips, drawing out hearty, contented laughter from deep within me.

~~~

Tony’s voice cut through the music blasting through the speakers in the gym, making my steps stutter as I grappled with Loki. He caught me handily, righting me while we listened to the louder-than-life voice blare out, “Okay guys, it’s showtime. Get to the jet ASAP, dressed to kill a giant purple asshole.”

For a second, I couldn’t comprehend what Tony had said. The moment we had been waiting for was finally here, and the shock of it glued my feet to the floor. I lifted my gaze to Loki standing in front of me. Rage ticked in his jaw and steeled his eyes. With a golden glow, his athletic sparring outfit changed into his leather armor, oiled green and black fitting him perfectly and matching the golden-horned helmet adorning his head. I hadn’t seen him wear that in person before, and it added a menacing height to his already towering appearance.

He was grandiose, larger than life, and he was pissed.

Shaking myself mentally, I jerked my head toward the door for him to go ahead to the jet before sprinting off, adrenaline flooding my body and putting an extra boost in my steps.

Hydra had disposed of my old uniform, so Tony had a newer, higher-tech version made for me. It smoothed over my body like a second skin, bulletproofed reinforcements covered my torso, upper arms and thighs, and the forest green material glinted with metal fibers woven throughout so I could fly - well, a bastardized version of flying. Two wicked jagged knives, courtesy of Loki, sat in built-in holsters on the outside of my thighs, easily accessible by physical reach or with the buzzing powers just beneath my skin. My sturdy boots thudded onto the floor, echoing throughout the large minimalistic areas of the Compound before I bolted outside.

By the time I reached the hangar I was winded, following on Nat’s heels - who looked lethal in her black leather suit. We sprinted up the ramp, and I immediately sought Loki, forcing myself to take even breaths as I planted my hands on my hips.

Tony and Steve were in the cockpit, although Tony was quickly replaced by Nat who tapped him on the shoulder and gestured for him to get up. Vision and Wanda flew passed me to land close to the front of the jet, immediately observing the hectic energy as everybody answered the call to arms. Loki stood off to the side, fingering a throwing knife in his hand as he stared unseeing at the floor.

My feet carried me to him without my having made the conscious decision. Just as I was nervous before the last mission we went on and he was there for me, I would be there for him. My hand settled over his spine at the middle of his back as I came to a stop at his side, turning to face Tony. In my peripheral vision, I registered Loki lift his head, but he said nothing, only crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin, face devoid of any discernible emotion.

Tony strode purposefully to the center of the jet just as Sam ran up the ramp, and we lifted off seconds later. All accounted for after his quick glance around the small space, Tony nodded to himself and brought up an image of Thanos on the screen built into the wall behind him.

“Okay, so I just talked to Strange and Thanos will hit New York City just a few minutes before we get there, so we have to hit the ground running. He’s going after Strange and the Time Stone, and this is our shot to take him out for good. We know he has a close circle of baddies around him, and Strange said he’d have an army, too. The doc is working on getting the Wakandans and Asgardians, plus Thor, there but it’ll be tight.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and his shining dark eyes darted between each of us. “Be safe out there, guys.”

With his anxious parting words, he cast a spell of tension over the ship. Wanda and Vision bowed their heads together, talking quietly amongst themselves, hands held tightly between them. Sam went up to kneel by the cockpit with Steve and Nat, who were flying the jet at breakneck speed toward New York City. And Tony crossed over to us, lifting his metal hand to clasp my upper arm firmly.

“Don’t do anything reckless out there, Pebbles,” he instructed me, voice a little shakier than I suspected he would’ve liked. He gave me a small smile and a squeeze on my arm before dropping his hand to hold it out to the stiff Asgardian at my side.

Surprise flitted across Loki’s face before he could smother it with a look of focused intensity. He didn’t shake Tony’s hand; I didn’t expect him to, but he did dip his chin in a small nod of acknowledgment. “Stark.”

“Give ‘em hell, you two, and watch each other’s backs,” Tony said with a smile, full of bravado once more. He joined the others at the cockpit without further preamble, allowing Loki and me a moment alone.

You knew better than to ask him if he was okay, because whether or not he was, he wouldn’t answer anything but the affirmative in mixed company. Instead, we mimicked the other couple on the ship, prying Loki’s hands from their rigid position crossed over his elbows to hold them in yours. His emerald eyes, fierce with just the barest hint of fear widening them, locked onto mine. I plastered on the strongest, most determined expression I could muster, squaring my shoulders and setting my jaw.

“I won’t let him touch you again,” I said lowly, both a vow and reassurance.

He gripped onto my hands like they were tethering him to the moment, and I could barely detect the chill of him through the thin gloves protecting my hands. I yearned to feel his skin against mine one more time, but there wasn’t time for sentimentality. He gently tugged me into him so I was securely tucked beneath his arm and my forehead pressed into the hollow of his cheek. He had no words, and I had depleted mine. What did you say when you were facing the very real possibility of your death with the one you loved most? It would have to be enough just to be together, breathing each other in as the engines of the jet whined our descent. “Don’t forget; our goal is to kill Thanos and keep him from getting the stone from Strange. Do whatever you need to do to make those things happen,” Tony called out just as the jet settled onto the ground with a shudder and the ramp descended, filling the tight space with distant panicked screams.

It was chaos. The Quinjet had touched down in the middle of an intersection, and the sound of sirens and battle thundered against my ears. Or that could be the thunder booming in the sky as Thor stepped through what looked to be a hole in the air, surrounded by an orange circle, followed by Valkyrie and what could only be described as a mob of Asgardians, armed to the teeth and screaming their rage as they attacked what appeared to be alien dogs - weird black and yellow creatures with mouthfuls of jagged teeth charging down the New York streets on four and six legs, attacking anything in their path.

The rest of the Avengers set to action, heading into the battle with no hesitation. I ripped my gaze from the horde of aliens to search the crowd for Thanos, but he hadn’t made his appearance yet. Loki stepped up to my side and caught my eye, throwing his hands to his sides as daggers appeared in his grip. I poured all of my love for him into the quick look we shared.

And then he was off, illusions of him spreading out and charging headlong into the fray. Determined to keep him close to prevent him from as much harm as I could, I ripped my own knives from the sheaths at my thighs and followed, hoping that the fear clawing at my insides would turn into adrenaline once my blades had been anointed in the blood of my enemies.

It was too hectic and crowded to rely on my powers to carry me in this battle, so I gritted my teeth and faced the first monster head-on. They were shockingly tall, towering over me as I ducked to slash at the backs of the ankles at the first one that came up to me, snarling and swiping at me with giant clawed hands that I barely ducked. Fuckers are fast! I had to use all of my strength to pierce their skin, and the blue blood that tainted my knives shocked me for just a second too long.

The back of a monstrous hand slammed into my chest, knocking me down to the ground, and when the thing advanced on me, hunched and seeking my blood, I reacted without thinking. My hands twisted in the air, wrenching a light post from the ground and pulling it up over the throng to slam into the alien, pinning it to the ground around its neck.

I scrambled to my feet, panting from the exertion, sweat dripping down my face and into my eyes irritatingly. Sam flew over the crowd, spinning in the air so that his wings sliced through the thick leathery hide of the creatures.

I caught sight of Loki just a few feet away, fighting like it was a vicious dance. He was all swift, sure movements that flowed from one to the next, daggers an extension of his body as they plunged in and out of the creatures indiscriminately. Each duck and thrust of his body appeared expertly choreographed as his mind and body worked together in familiar patterns he had mastered over hundreds of years. The green aura of his magic interspersed throughout it all, used to send an opponent flying or distract one with an exact fearsome copy of himself before he stepped through it, daggers taking advantage of the quick moment of confusion to render their lives null.

Chanting broke through the din and I whipped my head towards it to see two large circles appear in the side of a building. A man floated in the air, clad in a red cape, and I assumed that had to be Doctor Strange for all Tony had told us about him. Through the circles came a wave of warriors, chanting and brandishing spears, led by the Black Panther and Bucky sprinting into battle.

“Squidward incoming!” Tony’s shouted voice sounded distant through the watch I wore beneath my suit.

I stood on the balls of my feet, knees bent, daggers drawn as I tried to figure out who the hell he meant by ‘Squidward’ and how much of a threat someone could be with that nickname. Although he called Loki ‘Reindeer Games’, so dumbass nicknames obviously didn’t imply strength.

A figure cut through the air, regal and bored as he surveyed the fighting below. His grey skin and weird nose made him look like Squidward, so at least Tony was accurate in his smartass remarks.

My teeth clenched as I pulled a traffic light from a post and directed it at him with a sweeping motion of my arm. The alien didn’t even blink as he changed its course, throwing it into a group of Asgardians and Wakandans battling the monsters frenzied beneath him. Determined, I whipped an abandoned car into the car and hurtled it in his direction, but that was deflected, too, and at me with breakneck speeds.

Defensively, my hands shot into the air, and the car stopped just inches from me, wrapped in two shades of green light. I let out a breath I had been holding and dropped my hold on the vehicle, and the brighter green light remained for half a second before the car was launched once again at the back of the floating monster.

Loki stepped forward several feet away from me, eyes narrowed and hands clenched into fists at his sides, watching the car as it smacked into the alien, sending them both careening to the ground.

There wasn’t any time to rejoice in the impact. A beam of purple light split down the street and destroyed anything it touched. Loki collided into me, knocking the air from my lungs, and carried me from the line of fire with the help of his superhuman speed. I patted his arm to thank him - there wasn’t time for anything else - and then we both turned to the source of the energy strutting down an abandoned street.

Thanos.

His hand rose in front of him, covered in a gold gauntlet that reflected the shining midday sun, and the light purple Power Stone was barely visible seated in the accessory. An almost inhuman shout of rage tore from Loki’s throat beside me, and he was gone before I could blink having vanished on the spot. As if he had heard Loki’s rage, the Titan turned toward me, leveling me with a wide, almost peaceful smile.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I ran. Not away from the terrifying man like I should have done, but towards him like an idiot with a hero complex. Tony and Vision flew overhead, beating me to Thanos, who was sending bolts of purple waves at the two men. Wanda sprinted alongside me, eyes and hands glowing red as she grabbed pieces of rubble and tossed them at him, distracting him like a gnat to a dog. I took her lead and reached for any bit of metal within my grasp, trying to wrap light poles around his ankles and benches his wrists, but every bit of debris was either obliterated with a beam of purple light, or sent flying by Squidward, who had come back to fight at Thanos’ side sporting a cut across his forehead.

“We need to get that gauntlet off of him if we want any chance at killing him!” Steve shouted to the group through the watch comms, relaying our new mission.

Loki was still nowhere to be seen, but the distinct touch of his magic was evident in the green-lit objects soaring toward Thanos and Squidward. Bullets and explosions clouded the area in smoke as Bucky, Clint, Sam, and Tony all directed their heaviest firepower at them. Thor even stormed towards the two, lightning taking out those in his way effortlessly. It just seemed to piss them off for all the help it did, but it was a distraction, keeping them from harming anyone else while we all worked to get the Power Stone out of Thanos’ grasp.

“Got it, Mr. Stark!” came from behind me, followed by a thin figure in red and blue swinging into the thick of it.

“Kid, get out of here!”

“But the bad guys!” Peter almost whined, his age showing itself. He landed on the side of a building and shot a web onto the gauntlet and tugged with all of his might.

Steve, directly in front of me, held his shield at his side as he ran at Thanos with everything he had in him. I made to follow, called to help end this once and for all, but white-hot agony stopped me, erupting across my back.

A pained cry spilled from my lips and I whirled around for the source. One of those alien dogs, this one with six limbs, echoed my outburst with an angered roar. His claws dripped red with my blood. I couldn’t linger, couldn’t worry about the agony that throbbed with my pulse, not when this monster swiped at me once again.

I took a risk. It was stupid and reckless and Tony would kill me if he saw me do it. But Nat and Loki would be proud. I didn’t think, I only reacted. I ducked and stepped into the alien, making its attack overshoot me, and plunged both of my knives deep into its neck as hard as I could. Blue blood drained from the wounds, soaking my hands and staining my suit, but the dull of its eyes was worth it, even after the edge of a claw dragged down my cheekbone, rending the flesh and filling my mouth with hot copper.

“Hold him!”

Loki’s voice, twisted and strained, pierced through the air above it all in a battle cry that sent chills down my spine. I turned just as Spiderman’s web ripped the gauntlet off of Thanos. Steve physically held onto one arm while Wanda used her powers to assist him, and Tony and Sam had the other.

But it would not be enough.

Directing the power coursing through me at the metal woven into my suit, I sheathed my knives and curled my fingers upwards, rising shakily into the air. It was a delicate balance, trying to figure out how to fly, even though Tony and Wanda made it look so damn easy. I didn’t have time to make it perfect and graceful. All the Avengers clinging onto Thanos were showing signs of strain, and I still didn’t know where Loki was.

I clumsily careened through the air toward Thanos, catching an eyeful of his gray underling beheaded at his side, before I clamped my legs around his neck, hooking my ankles together. His shout of rage shook my entire body with the power of it, but I tamped down the fear that shot through me like lightning. I ripped my weapons from my sides to plunge them into his shoulders on either side of me with as much force as I could, bolstered by a scream that ripped at my vocal cords.

“Where’s Vis? We can’t hold him much longer!” Wanda gritted out to my right, a floating fiery spectre.

“You do not need him,” came Loki’s voice, somehow cutting through the hectic noise of it all. He appeared out of thin air feet in front of Thanos, daggers in hand and eyes blazing. I had never been so close to him looking so angry, face twisted into a man I didn’t recognize as he calmly stalked forward until he was within arm’s reach. Using his powers, he lifted me from around Thanos’ neck and lowered me to the ground behind him.

Pulling the long bladed weapon from his back, Loki cut Thanos’ head clean from his body with his own weapon and dropped it to the ground after the deed was done.

Thanos was dead.

In movies the battle always stopped once the main villain was killed, but this wasn’t a movie. While his lackey, Squidward, was dead, there was still an impressive horde of aliens to kill. And with the wounds bleeding life-giving heat over my back, face, and neck, it would take everything I had left to make it out the other side.

All the Avengers, including Loki and myself, dispersed without comment to dispatch the leftovers.

Everything was a blur of animalistic sounds and flashes of movement. I ducked and dodged each blow as best I could, digging deep for every ounce of strength within me to make sure I saw the end of the battle. I couldn’t worry about my teammates, even as I heard various cries of agony ring throughout the air, as I wouldn’t be able to help them if I joined the mounting piles of bodies scattered throughout the city.

The stench of blood was thick in the air, choking me and tearing my eyes as I shoved my knife into the eye of a monster, following its body as it collapsed on the ground, landing crouched with my feet on either side of its head. I took just a beat to catch my breath, panting and sweating and straining to find the next threat to my life, when something encircled my wrist, yanking me around.

My knives were forced from my hands, and I screamed before I was jerked into a lean, leather-clad chest. My body knew who it was before my mind caught up - I’d had months to memorize the feel of him - and I ignored the sharp sting of my cheek to press myself against Loki, wrapping my arms around his back. I held onto him for dear life with my eyes clenched tightly shut, assuming that he had only come to me because we had somehow lost, something was wrong, and he had taken these last few moments to give in to sentiment and come to me. That was the only feasible explanation for this blatant show of affection.

“It is over, little one,” he said lowly, lips moving against my temple as he bowed his body around mine.

I blinked my eyes open, glancing around at the grisly scene before us. Bodies, both human and alien, littered the streets. I searched the still, bloodied faces for those of my friends, my found family, heart in my throat as I clung to Loki to reaffirm the knowledge that his would not be amongst them. I came up empty, thankfully, and brought my chin to his chest to stare wearily up at him.

Bruised, bloodied, injured with a cut to his eyebrow and his jawline, he was magnificent as he returned my searching stare. He frowned, removing one hand from my hips to tilt my face to inspect the gash along my cheek.

“I’m okay,” I assured him, and I meant it. I was injured, yes. My back and face felt as if they had been lit on fire, sure. But he was safe, my friends were alive, and the ghost hanging over Loki’s head had finally been vanquished. Everything was trivial in comparison to those facts.

“You are an exquisite warrior, and you are mine,” he replied, eyes flashing just before he crushed my lips to his in a bruising kiss. It was everything I had wanted from him before the battle, love and trust and strength, but now it was sweetened with the freedom and relief that he now held over his future.

There was nothing hanging over us now.

~~~

Somehow, the Quinjet had survived the battle in working order. Sporting various injuries and covered in blood and crime, we made a motley crew as the Avengers all climbed onto the ship. We had stayed long enough to make sure that the Time Stone was still safe in Strange’s possession, and for Wanda to destroy the gauntlet with the power stone inside of it.

I sank heavily to the floor of the jet as Nat and Steve lifted it out of the city, exhaustion and relief a powerful combination of drugs in my system that liquified my bones and muscles. Loki came to sit beside me, gracefully folding his long limbs beneath him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, careful to avoid the long gashes on my back, and held me close. My hand fell to rest on his thigh. I was too worn out to find purchase on the slick leather of his armor to anchor it elsewhere.

“How are you feeling?” I whispered, taking in the unreadable expression on his face.

He puzzled over it for several moments. I could see the gears turning in his head from the furrow in between his brows and the distant expression in his eyes. Finally, the tension melted away, and the corners of his lips ticked up the smallest amount. “Avenged.”

I slapped his thigh and shook my head. “Terrible joke. But really, are you okay?” I knew how I felt after killing my captor, my torturer: numb, almost empty. It hadn’t changed what had happened to me, only removed the threat lingering in the shadows.

His mouth opened to reply, but he was cut off by Thor coming to a stop in front of us. Loki tensed up beneath my touch. Clearing his throat, Thor held out his massive hand, a grave expression unnatural on his normally cheerful face.

“You fought well,” he praised him, rich voice hinting at a small amount of trepidation, “brother.”

I nudged Loki in the ribs when he didn’t move, and slowly, Loki stood up beside me. He reached out and clasped Thor’s hand, pumping it up and down once.

“As did you.”

~~~

“Hey, Mother Nature, you wanna lose to me next?” Sam asked, boastful with a hearty laugh that suited him well.

I pulled Loki to the bar beside the pool table, squeezing his hand before releasing it to call two beers from the fridge for us, handing one to him after I popped the metal top off with a flick of my thumb. Such trivial use of my powers was refreshing after months and months spent working to rid the world of Hydra, and then Thanos. My eyes rolled as I took an appreciative swig of my beer. “One, I hate that name. Two, how do you expect to beat me or Steve at pool with your arm still in a sling?”

Sam winked. “I got skills, baby.”

Steve shook his head at me and shrugged his shoulders. “Once the news gives you a name, you’re done for. Mother Nature, you are, sweetheart.”

I patted Loki on the shoulder, and he set down his beer momentarily to lift me onto the bar. I tangled my fingers into his hair, guiding him back between my spread legs so I cradled the back of his head against my stomach. I let my hand fall to rest on his shoulder, caressing the soft skin of his neck idly. “Mhm. That’s why we’re all mostly healed two weeks later and you’re still broken. Got it.”

“Hey, we can’t all have freaky powers. I don’t think the world could handle me if I were any more amazing than I already am.”

“What’s going on in here? Someone throwing a party and forget to invite me?” Tony asked loudly, strolling into the room followed by Nat, Bucky, and Bruce.

“We didn’t forget,” Steve deadpanned, grabbing a pool cue from the wall.

I bent down to press a light kiss to the top of Loki’s head, breathing him in for a moment. He tilted his chin backwards and up to give me a content smile.

“I love you,” I promised, tracing my finger over the scar slashing through his brow with my fingertip.

He captured my hand to press that same fingertip to his lips. “I love you.”

“Get a room, lovebirds!” Nat teased, tossing a used lime from her shot so that it bounced harmlessly off of my chest and fell to the ground at Loki’s feet.

Laughter, carefree and pleasant, rang throughout the room as the Avengers assembled for a bit of well-earned relaxation.

[the-wayward-robot]

I was tagged by the sweethearts @the-chocolate-bunny and @lostinthoughts23 *you tagged my edits account*

1. Which avenger would you recruit to help you plan your birthday? Comic Clint!

2. Which avenger would you switch suits with for a day? Since I lack superpowers, I would go with Tony’s Iron Man armor

3. Which avenger would you want to train with? Steve and Bucky... for very pure and innocent reason 😉

4. Oh No, you need help! Which avenger would you call if you’re in trouble? Steve AND Tony, if one can’t get me out of it, the other surely can

5. Uh oh, you got arrested, which avenger were you with? Comic Clint... without a doubt

6. The Avengers are playing basketball, which avenger would you pick first to be on your team? Steve or Bucky, super soldiers 🤷‍♀️

7. You’re trying to make your ex jealous, which avenger do you pretend to date? Steve, but it wouldn’t be pretend, nor would it be to make an ex jealous... I would just ask him to date or marry me, whatever works best for him lol 🤣

8. You’re out for a good time, and need a wing man/woman, which avenger do you pick for the job? I feel Sam would be perfect for this!

9. You woke up with a hangover, which avenger were you drunk with? Valkyrie, I agree with you @lostinthoughts23 this is the perfect choice

10. You’re going on a road trip, which avenger do you ride with? Bucky, I would love to just sit and talk about everything and nothing with him. I feel he has a lot more to say than people think, he just keeps to himself so this is assuming we are friends... or you know madly in love

11. No way! You slept with one of the avengers. Which avenger did you wake up next to? Steve/Bucky they are my fictional husbands after all lol

12. Your favorite band is having a concert, which avenger goes with you? Thor!! That giant puppy would be adorable at a show

13. You’re going shopping, and need second opinions, which avenger do you trust to help you pick out outfits? Nat 🙌

14. Your parents want to meet one of your new friends, which avenger do you take to meet your parents? Nat or Bucky, my family is a mess, so it would be nice seeing the ones I don’t get along with at the receiving end of their glare

15. You get injured on a mission, which avenger would you trust to be in charge of your care? I would trust all of them.

16. Your room is a mess, which avenger do you pick to be your butler, and clean your room? Gotta agree with you on Wanda @lostinthoughts23

17. You wanna play a prank on the team, but need help. Which avenger do you pick to help you prank the rest of the team? Comic Clint or Scott!!

18. Time to buy Christmas presents, which avenger is the easiest for you to buy for? Steve

19. You’re going a mission but only one other person can go. Which member of the team, do you choose to go with you? WANDA!!! The MCU hasn’t even touched the tip of how powerful she is

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[yespolkadotkitty]

Grumpy

This is for @vodka-and-some-sass​ from an ask about a garden and Loki with bunny ears....

This is the closest I could find to Tom with animal ears, my love!

******

"And you are sure this is absolutely necessary?"

You chuckled as you fitted the hat snugly on to Loki's pile of raven hair. "A deal's a deal. And you always keep your word, right?"

He glared at you from those gorgeous green eyes. "God of Lies here, remember?"

You leaned forward and brushed your lips over his. Even in the knitted bunny ear hat, he was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. It was quite frankly obscene that he could be so attractive even in a comedy outfit. The combo of the knitted bunny ear hat, the slouchy grey hoodie he preferred on off days, and his habitual murder-plotting scowl made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt.

"But you have promised never to lie to me," you murmured.

Loki rolled his eyes. "Very well. We had a bargain and while I still don't know how, you bested me. Let's get this over with."

You offered your arm and he took it with a long-suffering sigh.

As you passed the mirror of your shared bedroom, you adjusted your crown with your free hand and admired the hearts you had drawn on your cheeks with a blusher stick.

Tony Stark's birthday parties were always ridiculous. This year's, in the Avengers Tower rooftop garden, was no different, with an Alice in Wonderland Theme.

Last week you'd begged Loki to at least wear something humourous for this bash. He had challenged you to a game of chess. To the surprise of you both, you'd won by a small margin. He had refused to full-on dress up, but the ears made you laugh out loud, so you were pleased with your winnings.

The sliding doors to the garden opened and the early Summer breeze wove its way around your full skirted Queen of Hearts dress.

"Nice, Wires," Tony commented as you passed. He called you that because of your uncanny tech abilities. "Reindeer Games, you look… miserable. I like it."

"Enjoy your birthday gift, Stark," Loki growled. "It is the only one you shall get from me."

"Good talk," Tony shot back on his way to the bar. 

You cuddled up to Loki. "Come on, let's mingle."

"My two least favourite Midgardian words" he groused. 

You smiled. "I'll make it up to you later."

He perked up a bit as you complimented Nat on her impressive Cheshire Cat outfit, complete with whiskers and a sexy tail, of course. Bruce had outdone himself  with  a wobbly top hat and a stripey suit, and in the corner by the maze of hedges Tony had had delivered, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes laughed it up dressed as tweedle dum and tweedle dee, sipping earl grey flavoured punch from teacups.

"This is brilliant," you gushed, and held up your phone to snap a picture of Loki.

"That had better be for your private collection, kitten," he grumbled.

You knew he was going for a menacing tone, but the most he could manage in the bunny hat was grumpy, and you told him so.

He jerked you behind one of the massive pruned hedges. "Oh, I'll show you grumpy, foolish mortal."

And he kissed you breathless, until you forgot about everything except the taste and scent of him, the way he made your heart pound against your ribs. Every coherent thought flew from your head as he ravished your mouth, pressing you against the hedge, the little branches prickly against the back of your neck, heightening the sensations Loki always aroused in you.

You did keep the snap of him in the bunny hat as your phone lockscreen for a good while, though.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Protect My Heart: Part 12

Fandom: Marvel (Bodyguard AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re an actress and after an assassination attempt on your life, your manager hires a bodyguard that will be with you 24/7.

A/N: For @buckthegrump ‘s writing challenge.

Bucky throws the tray of food across the room. Wishing that if his body didn’t hurt so much, he’d kick and punch anything and everything in this hospital room. Hope, Sam, and Nat both look at him solemnly as he breaks down. 

“It should’ve been me! Why wasn’t it me?!” he continues to pick up and throw things as his team watches him. 

“They did the best that they could, Bucky.” Nat said as calmly and softly as possible. 

He shook his head, eyes red and filled with anger...and guilt, “It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was supposed to protect her. I failed.”

“We all did, man,” Sam spoke up.

Bucky scoffed, “But none of you loved her. Not like I did. I promised I’d keep her safe,” he grits his teeth and glares at his somber looking team, “Get out,” he sneers. With no resistance, they do, leaving their leader to wallow in his pain. 

___________________

You’re swinging your legs as they hang off the counter, watching Bucky stir the soup on the stove, “Usually chicken soup is for when people are sick. Not when they can’t sleep or have nightmares.”

He shrugged, “’M gonna be honest, I’m only doing this ‘cause I’m sick of the amount of milk I’ve been drinking with you.”

Your mouth drops open offendedly and you smack his arm, “You could’ve just declined whenever I made you a cup! Ugh!” you cross your arms over your chest and he chuckles.

“Yeah, but I didn’t wanna deal with your attitude if I did decline. And don’t even think about saying you wouldn’t gimme an attitude. We both know you would.”

You scoffed, “Fine. Point taken.”

“Good. Now hand me the bowls, please.”

You comply, handing the dishes that lay next to you. You watch as he ladles out some into each bowl and then turn the stove off. You hop off the counter and move to the couch where your usual late night shenanigans occur. 

“It’s 2am and you’re both eating soup?” Hope asks as she walks into the kitchen. 

You shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep. There’s more there if you want.”

“Pass, but thanks.”

Bucky sits back eating his soup and watching how you interact with Hope. There’s a sense of ease coming off you and he’s happy. When him and his team first arrived, he could see how awkward and uncomfortable it was. But now, two months later, you’re no longer tense. When he hears your soft laugh as you’re talking to Hope, he finds himself smiling. He likes the sound of your laugh. A lot.

“What’s got you all doey-eyed over there, Barnes?” you ask as you sip some of your soup. 

His smile widens and he just shrugs, “Just stuff.” He watches as you roll your eyes and mutter, “Whatever,” going back to your soup. There’s a fluttering in his chest and heart. Maybe this was when he realized he was starting to have feelings for you. 

______________________ 

Bucky is on medical leave while the rest of the team continues their search for Pierce, Rawlins, and Rumlow. That’s probably best because he knew that if he got to them, he’d rip their limbs off one by one. 

He’s stuck in this hospital room until he can move without wincing. It still hurts to breathe. With every rise and fall of his chest, the stab wounds move and he just wishes he can’t breathe. 

No word about your death has made it on the news, which is good. You probably would want it that way. Only have your closest friends and family know. 

Steve has visited him every day since he was admitted. He’s grateful that his old friend doesn’t blame him for his friend and client’s untimely death. 

“How’re you doing today, Buck?” Always the same question.

“Fine.” Always the same answer.

Steve nods and just sits in the chair beside the bed, “They’re close, Buck. The team’s closing in on them. They’re gonna get them.”

“I should be there. Make them feel exactly how i do,” he grits.

Steve sighs, “We all know that if you were there with them, you’d show no mercy. These guys are gonna rot in jail for the rest of their lives.”

“That’s not good enough!” Bucky sneers at his old friend, “They killed her, Steve! Killed her! They took her away from me and they need to pay!”

“And they-”

“Rotting in jail is too good for them! I want them to suffer! I want to see the light leave their eyes as I stab all of ‘em six times in the chest! Three for me and three for-” he lets out a sob, “for Y/N.”

“You’ll get your justice, Bucky. Maybe not in the way you want, but it’s still justice. Getting these guys and throwing them into jail is the type of closure that you and Y/N need.”

He scoffs, “How would you know what she’d need?”

“You forget that Y/N has been my friend and client for years,” Steve stands up angrily from the chair, “You’re not the only one who cared about her, Bucky. I love her too. She was my friend, a sister. So stop acting like everyone doesn’t know how you’re feeling.” without another word, Steve stormed out from the room. A glass vase shattering as soon as the door closes. 

__________________________

“He’s losing it. Knowing that he’s stuck in bed and not being able to help is really frustrating him.”

“Yeah, he threw his food at me. All I asked was if he needed help changing. Then food is thrown at me! Such a waste of perfectly good food!” Sam cries out. 

Nat shook her head, “We’re almost there. As soon as we get word of their next location, we get ‘em. Alive or dead, they’re ours.”

“I just want this to all be over.” Eyes all look over to you, who’s sitting at the very end of the table. You look tired, and the bags under your eyes makes it all blatantly clear that you need sleep, “I just-I feel bad. He thinks I’m dead! Why can’t we just tell him?”

Steve shook his head, “Y/N, you know that it’s not a good idea. He’s emotionally compromised. His feelings for you already put you in enough danger. We can’t let him mess this up even more. So in the meantime, you’re quiet and laying low.” You open your mouth to say something, but Steve continues, “I know it sucks and I know you want to comfort him, but please, trust them. They’re gonna get these guys and you can live your life without having to worry about the target on your back.”

You slowly nod your head and mumble out, “Okay.” You understood why this was so important, faking your death. It was giving Rawlins and Pierce and false sense of security. And once they slip up, the team will strike and you’ll never have to deal with them again. For real this time. And you’ll be off living your life safely, possibly with Bucky by your side. That is, if he doesn’t hate you after this is over.

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[the-stories-in-my-head-95]

Masquerade

Tony Stark x Reader

Summary- Tony Stark’s annual masquerade ball is the biggest party of the year, getting an invitation to the ball is harder than getting into the MET gala. So how did you get your hands on one? Well it helps to have a meddling best friend.

Message- This is for @thefanficfaerie‘s backstreetsbackchallenge!! Want a part 2?  Here’s information about Ko-fi bribes!

Word Count- 1547

“I’m not going.” You say, tossing the invitation back at Nat.

“Yes you are.” Natasha says as she grabs it out of the air.

“You can’t make me go!” You sneer, glaring at your best friend.

“You’re coming. You were invited, it would be rude not to go.” Natasha says, folding her arms over her chest.

“No.” You say, shaking your head. “You were invited, my names just written in on your plus one line.”

“Same thing.” Natasha says, shrugging.

“That’s your world, Nat. Not mine.” You sigh. “I’m not like you, I’m just a scientist that works for SHIELD.”

“That’s dumb, you’re dumb.” Natasha says, rolling her eyes.

“I’m a genius.” You say.

“You’re my best friend Y/N.” Natasha murmurs, putting her hand on your shoulder. “That makes it your world too.”

“I don’t have anything fancy enough to-.”

“I’ll take care of all of that.” Natasha says, smiling. “All you have to do is agree to go.”

“Fine.” You groan. “I’ll go to the rich people party.”

“You’ll have fun, I promise.” Nat says.

“Why are you really pushing this?” You ask, eyes narrowing. “You’ve never pushed me to meet your Avenger friends before!”

“So there’s this guy…” Natasha starts.

“No!” You yell. “You promised, no more set ups!”

“But-.”

“Do you remember Budapest?” You ask.

“That wasn’t my fault-.”

“It took 3 months for Clint’s eyebrows to grow back.” You say.

“Fine, I won’t set you up.” Natasha sighs. “But you’re still coming!”

“Fine.” You sigh.

“Stop acting like you’re not excited!” Natasha says. “You used to love dancing and parties.”

“I hate that you know me so well.” You grumble as you walk away from Natasha.

“That’s what best friends are for!” Natasha calls and you flip her off over your shoulder. “Love you too!”

**2 months later**

“I look ridiculous.” You sigh, fiddling with the large white sleeves of the ball gown that Nat had put you in.

“You look hot as fuck.” Nat says.

“I look like a cloud.”

“A hot cloud.” Clint mumbles.

“Shut up!” You laugh.

“Here’s your mask.” Natasha says.

“It’s very sparkly.” You murmur, running your fingers over the small crystals that make up your mask.

“Let me help.” Natasha fusses as you move to put the mask on. “There now you’re perfect!”

“Where are your masks?” You ask.

“Right here.” Clint says, opening the box that was next to him on the couch. When the lid comes of you see two golden masks.

“They’re beautiful.” You murmur, watching as Natasha takes her mask out of the box.

“Help me?” Natasha asks, holding out her mask.

“Sure.” You mumble, taking the mask. After helping Nat with her mask, she helps Clint with his.

“Ready?” Natasha asks, looking at you.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You say, grinning a bit.

“Relax, Y/N, You’ll have loads of fun!” Clint says, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “Maybe we can convince Thor to give you some of his special mead.”

“Doubtful.” Natasha says. “Now let’s go, we’re already late.”

“You’re the one who insisted on getting ready at my place.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“That’s because she wants to make a dramatic entrance.” Clint says, as he saunters out the door.

“Liar!” Natasha yells, but she’s blushing slightly, so you know Clint’s telling the truth.

****

“Holy shit!” You gasp, looking around the large room. It was filled with chandeliers, mirrors and smoke.

“Stark really knows how to set a mood.” Clint says, walking past you. “Hey, why is Steve wearing his old Captain America costume? It looks like the one from back when he was a soldier.”

“No idea.” Natasha says, shrugging. “But if I had to guess, he probably heard the word mask and assumed he was supposed to be in uniform.”

“Sounds about right.” Clint snorts. “Who’s our favorite star spangled man talking to anyway? I don’t recognize her.”

“That’s Miss America.” You say.

“How can you tell?” Clint asks. “You can’t even see her face.”

“She’s wearing the sash, idiot.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, no need to be mean.” Clint huffs.

“Yeah, that’s my job.” Nat says, bumping her hip with yours. “Clint and I have to make our rounds, will you be okay here by yourself for a bit?”

“Yeah” You say nodding. “Go be important, I’ll be fine on my own for a while.”

“We’ll be back soon.” Clint says, as Natasha drags him off.

****

It only took about ten minutes for you to make your way to the corner of the room. Happily observing people, while you waited for your two best friends.

“You don’t look like you’re having a lot of fun.” A voice to your right says.

“Oh?” You ask, looking at the man who was talking to you. His whole face was covered by a mask.

“I noticed you from across the room. You look lonely.”

“We’ll I’m not lonely anymore.” You murmur. “I have you.”

“Funny.” The man says. “What’s your name? I don’t recognize you.”

“Now where’s the fun in giving you my name?” You ask. “Isn’t that the point of tonight? Everyone gets to be mysterious? We can be whoever we want?”

“I like that.” That man says, you can hear the smile in his voice. “Would you like to dance?”

“Ok.” You say, talking the man’s hand. He leads you out onto the dance floor and puts his hand on your hip, before starting to sway the two of you gently to the beat of the music.

“So you wanna play in a game of disguise?” The man asks.

“Of course I do.” You murmur. “We can be whoever we want, just for tonight.”

“It’s like a perfect dream.” The man murmurs.

“What does that even mean?” You giggle.

“I don’t really know.” The man whispers. “So what should I call you? If I can’t know your name?”

“You can call me yours.” You say and the man starts to laugh.

“Very smooth.” The man says.

“I thought so!” You say, smiling.

“The songs almost over.” The man says.

“So?” You say. “That doesn’t mean we have to stop dancing.”

“So you’ll stay and dance with me?”

“I’ll stay through the night to dance with you.” You murmur.

“So cheesy!” The man laughs. “I love it!”

“Thank you.” You say, grinning up at the man.

****

The two of you dance for a couple hours, talking about anything and everything.

“Come on.” The man says, suddenly.

“Where are we going?” You ask, following quickly behind him.

“To be alone.” He says as he leads you onto the elevator. Then he presses a button and the door’s start to close.

“I don’t think we’re allowed off of that floor.” You say.

“It’s fine.” The man says, giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

“If you say so.” You say as the elevator doors open. “Holy shit, is this Tony Starks lab?”

“Yeah.”

“We really shouldn’t be here.” You murmur.

“I-I know you said that you wanted to pretend and be someone else-but- I-I just know that I would kick myself later if- can we please- I gotta know the woman behind this mask.” He stammers.

“A-Alright.” You murmur, as you move to untie the ribbon holding your mask in place. “I’m Y/N, I came here with my friends Natasha and Clint they’re-.”

“Avengers.” The man interrupts. “I know.”

“So now that you know who I am, are you going to show your face to me?” You ask, after a beat of silence.

“Right-yeah-of course.” The man says, as he stumbles to take his mask off. “Tony Stark, nice to officially meet you.” He adds as he extends his hand out to you.

“Holy shit.” You murmur, putting your hand in his.

“I’d understand- if you wanted to leave.”

“Why would I want to do that?” You ask.

“I’m-well- I’m me.” Tony says.

“And I’m me.” You murmur.

“This feels like the-.” Tony starts.

“Start of something great.” You whisper, finishing Tony’s thought.

“Yeah.” Tony says, leaning down until his lips are inches away from yours. “Will you stay?”

“The night?” You ask.

“For forever?” He asks. Instead of answering you move your head up and kiss him.

“Is that a yes?” Tony asks when the two of you break apart.

“That’s a yes.” You murmur, pulling Tony in for another kiss.

**Nat’s POV**

“I am the best matchmaker.” Natasha says, as she looks down onto you and Tony from her hiding place in the vents.

“Let’s go, this is getting creepy.” Clint whispers, as he starts to crawl back to where the party was being held.

“Come on, just say it.” Natasha says. “I need the validation.”

“Is Tony and Y/N sucking face not all the validation you need?” Clint asks.

“No.” Nat says. “That part was actually a bit gross.”

“Yeah, it was.” Clint says, nodding in agreement.

“Clint.” Natasha says, arching her eyebrow.

“Fine, you are the best matchmaker ever.” Clint says.

“Damn right I am.” Nat murmur, as she jumps out of the vents.

“What are you two doing?” Steve asks.

“You will be my next project.” Natasha says to Steve before walking away.

“Do I even want to know?” Steve asks.

“Honestly, it’s probably better you didn’t.” Clint says.

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[bisluthq]

TOM NOOOOOOO OMG THE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT I HAVE HOW DOES THIS MAN STILL HAVE A CAREER

This has been a good day.