#not sure if its hela or hel but mother said hela so

[les-mys]

my mother has got new kittens

personally, I think they should be called hela and sigyn, respectively, but I don't know

They are adorable though :3

[annes-andromeda]

Ragnarök: Asgard’s Twilight

Chapter 1: Muspelheim

N/:  Needless to say I was left unsatisfied with Thor: Ragnarok. So I’ve decided to rewrite it as a whole, to fit my Fanon Marvel series. And please, if you’re gonna disagree, be civil. I don’t want butt hurt pro Ragnarok people who can’t accept the fact that there are fans who didn’t like this film.

Tagging some people cause why not, I want opinions: @nikkoliferous, @alwida10, @schlotzshewrote, @lokiloveforever, @miskiett, @ms-cellanies, @mentallydatingahotcelebrity. 

You’re all amazing💖🥰

Across the planet of Earth, beyond the stars of the Milky Way, lies the Nine Realms: Nine kingdoms brought together by the people of Asgard, protected by the great All-Father. Painted as the world tree Yggdrasil, the Nine realms each live on their own planes.

Atop the highest level sits the golden kingdom of Asgard, home to the All-Father and the All-Mother. To the west of Mani stands the brilliant kingdom of Alfheim: a land with rivers of sweet champagne and magnificent creatures such as the beautiful merfolk, the kind and gentle Faeries, and the benevolent and loyal elves of Light. And to the east of Sol lies the kingdom of Vanaheim, where the Vanir, sister race of Asgard, practice sorcery and magic.

The middle level holds Midgard, Nidavellir, and Jotunheim: the earthly realm of mortals, the star fortress of the dwarves, and the icy home of the Frost Giants. As for the lowest level, here sits the last three realms: Svartalheim, home of the Dark elves and known as the Dark World. Niffleheim, house of the realm of Hel, ruled by the goddess of Death, Hela. And Muspelheim, inhabited by the Fire Demons, and ruled by the fire giant Surtur.

Sat upon his throne of magma and rock, the Fire Giant looked up to the hardened ceiling. A cage dangled above, holding a prisoner with golden hair and clear blue eyes, which studied the ground below him. Large chains wrapped around his person, tightly restraining him.

Thor moved his head to look around, watching as the demons stared at him hungrily, angrily. Someone had come into their home without invitation, and they wished for an explanation “This isn’t really necessary, Surtur” he spoke to the flaming King “All you must do is let me go and I will not step into Muspelheim’s walls again. Just release these chains, is all”

“Your foolery amuses me, prince of Asgard” Surtur said, voice booming through the halls. He had a form built of rock and flame, gleaming as he spoke. His crown was the centerpiece of it all, a prize any warrior would desire in their halls. As a means to show who had fallen at their sword: the terrifying and disastrous king of the Fire Realm.

“To think capturing you would be so simple. It’s almost disappointing how less of a fight you put up”

Thor chuckled darkly to himself “I must say Surtur, you have truly outdone yourself. Chaining me down and throwing me into a cell is most unbefitting of you. I would have thought that by the time I had arrived, you would’ve burned me to a crisp for all your people to watch”

“Don’t pester me with your jests, Odinson. You know well of the consequences that should befall any who dare come into my kingdom unannounced. If you were truly all mighty, then perhaps you’d think twice of testing my rage”

He signaled his subjects to bring down the cage, the chains chinking as they moved. Thor turned his head to face Surtur, careful not to make himself seem angry, as much as he were. One minute he was off looking for the Infinity stones, and ensuring that the Nine Realms were protected, the next he’s attacked by Fire Demons and imprisoned. But all through his journey, Thor kept his daily goal: watch the sacred star, Aurvandil, for his love. His Captain. His Evenlight.

“I know of your rage, Surtur” Thor raised his voice in defiance “Believe me, I am no fool. Thousands of years ago you fought my grandfather Bor, and then my father as a means to wage war against the Vanir and the Aesir. Ever since, you’ve craved a vengeance that would never come”

Surtur rose from his throne, tall and imposing “Oh, but it will. You see, a time has come within the Nine Realms. A time when the golden kingdom with be plagued by a force so great, it should be its final stand. The Eternal twilight shall befall Asgard, and I the center of its demise”

The giant leaned into the cage, pulling the chains with his large, clawed hands. He could see the warrior shift in his place slightly, which caused Surtur to smirk a bit. Glad to know that even the God of Thunder still held a smudge of fear towards him “There is nothing you nor anyone could do to stop this event. It is... inevitable”

As he said that last word, he growled it, clenching his teeth and letting the sound bounce off the walls so that all could hear it. Thor tried to remain unfazed. He had faced Surtur once, hundreds of years ago. Who’s to say that he couldn’t do it again?

Lifting his chin, Thor refused to allow Surtur the satisfaction of relishing in his fear “You know, I’ve heard of this great twilight that you speak of. My mother would sometimes tell me and my brother the legend of Ragnarök. How you’d plunge your blade, forged from the Burning Galaxy, and end Asgard as we know it”

Thor stood in his cell, stumbling a bit as Surtur held it in his hand “I can assure you that will not happen” His neck pained a bit from having to maneuver it in Surtur’s direction “I have fought adversaries who would threaten my people, and all have fallen or fled. You will be no different. Surrender your plans to destroy Asgard, and this won’t have to end in combat”

A chuckle escaped the giants lips, clearly a sign of amusement “It seems conversing with those mortals from Midgard has garnered you completely blind. There is no stopping the destruction I shall bring. You of all people should know that”

The gods eyes narrowed, staring down the giant before him “This is your last chance, Surtur. Surrender now, and your people will keep their king. Even if what you say is true, you’d be leaving Muspelheim defenseless. Surely you’d be smarter than that”

“My people are more than capable of defending themselves. Perhaps it is you who should worry about your own safety. Right now, at this very moment”

Looking down, Thor could see the fire demons closing in him, with some crawling up the pillars of rock. Their eyes seethed red as they stared him down. Moving in the chains, he lifted his hand behind his back, making sure Surtur didn’t see.

He smirked in a similar fashion to the giant, almost challenging him “Very well then. It seems that bantering isn’t your style, so I won’t bother” With his acute sense of hearing, he could discern the familiar booming sound coming from behind him. Mjölnir came rushing in and landed in Thor’s hand, as the sound of thunder echoed and groaned.

“Have at you”

With that, Thor hurdled towards Sutur, smashing his face with his hammer. The chains immediately broke free and Thor dropped alongside the prison he was kept in. He could hear the demons screeching as they lunged towards him. With each creature coming at him, Thor could hit them with Mjölnir, as each one was destroyed in a pile of rubble. Surtur had stumbled back, falling on top of his throne and crushing it in the process. He looked down and grabbed his Twilight sword, plunging it into the ground.

Beneath Thor, the floor began to crumble and split, smoke hitting his face and fire spewing from the cracks. Thor threw his hammer at the demons, all of them falling as easily as the last, until it returned to his hand. He jumped up high, and struck Mjölnir into the floor, causing the demons to fall into the cracks.

“You know,” he began “For an almost thousand year old Fire Giant, your aim is almost as terrible as your threats. How embarrassing for the God of Fire who can’t even fit in his own throne”

The sound of Surtur growling sounded all throughout the walls, as he roared in frustration at Thor “I will not have my position as King be insulted by some ignorant Asgardian cub!”

He moved behind one of the pillars as he saw that Surtur was going to strike, using his sword to create a wind of fire towards him.

“Do not play coward with me, Odinson!” Surtur roared “Face me with your mighty hammer and know what true terror looks like!”

With his sword he blasted flames towards Thor, as the latter moved away from the pillar before it collapsed. He turned towards Surtur and looked him in the eye “It is you who should cower, Surtur!” Thor said, bashing fire demons in the process “The Eternal Flame is locked away, far from you” He stopped his punches and looked to Surtur “So as long as it’s safe, you can’t touch Asgard”

Surtur clenched his teeth, his grip on his sword tightening “For now, princeling” He whistled loudly, nodding his head for something “Until then, your presence is no longer welcome”

Turning his head behind him, Thor could see a giant fire dragon, whose chains were being broken by its sheer force and strength. He groaned to himself softly “Oh crud...”

As he began to turn Mjölnir in his hand, the dragon escaped and tailed behind him. His exit made a small hole in the ceiling, which to be frank, he did not care for at the moment. What he did care for, was returning to Asgard. Lifting his hammer into the air, he awaited the Bifrost to carry him away, back home.

Nothing.

“Skurge?” Thor asked to the sky. Again, there was nothing “Skurge! Norns above, where are you?”

Before he could continue, however, the dragon erupted from the ground, roaring at Thor. He jumped into the sky, flying the opposite direction of the creature. It followed him quickly and Thor parked himself into its mouth. Dropping Mjölnir on its jaw, the dragon fell down and crashed onto the surface. Thor looked up once more, shaking his head.

“Come on, Skurge, you pig-head” He muttered. The dragon struggled under the hammers hold, clearly annoyed. Thor has the same feeling as he let out an ‘ugh’ sound, one that his mother would definitely see unbefitting of a prince. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked in place all irritated.

“I swear to all Valhalla, I am going to chuck that halfwitted dullard straight into Hel!”

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“Such a shame Heimdall has abandoned Asgard” The new watchman Skurge said “He’s left his post and wandered off into the Nine Realms all by himself. But do not fear” he looked over to two Asgardian women, who were listening to his words “For in Heimdall’s place the great Odin has hired me, Skurge, the legendary Executioner, to see over the Bifrost”

The women giggled to themselves as Skurge flexed with the staff used to power the Bifrost. However, they stopped abruptly when they saw that the Bifrost was lighting up, their prince’s voice sounding through it.

“Uh, Skurge?” One of them said, looking over to the man. He was currently busy turning the staff in his hand, which he then dropped (not surprisingly) “Is that important?” She continued. Skurge’s eyes widened as he heard Thor’s voice. Quickly, he tightened his grip on the staff and inserted it into the structures main frame.

“You girls are in for a treat”

A loud noise spurred as the Bifrost activated. Thor was carried away alongside the dragon. It roared in his direction, but it stopped in its tracks as the beam moved them faster.

With the portal open, Thor jumped out, as the dragons head was chopped clean off. Goo splattered everywhere, including on Skurge and the two women. The head stopped in front of the women and they looked in horror. They both shrieked in disgust, immediately running off to probably wash off. Skurge hurried after them, trying to convince them to stay, but they didn’t listen, instead running ever faster and farther.

“Well, look who decided to show up” he said annoyedly “Out of all the creatures in the Nine Realms, you just had to bring a dragon into Asgard and drench one of the most scared places in muck. And now my companies run off”

“Don’t try to scold me, Skurge” Thor jumped in “Just because my father has made you watchman in place of Heimdall does not mean you’ve earned my respect”

Skurge simply rolled his eyes “Better me than just leaving the Bifrost unoccupied. And I’m a warrior, not some watchman” He threw the staff midair and caught it in his hand “My victory against the Storm Giants is still spread by the people. And all who hear shall know the name-“

“-Executioner” Thor interrupted “Yes, oh how you love to remind everyone”

“Speaking of your father,” Skurge began ”He’s been expecting you since you’ve been gone for practically half a year. Said it is of the upmost importance and that I inform you upon your arrival”

With that, Thor muttered an “alright” and spun Mjölnir with his hand, flying in the direction of the golden palace to meet with his father, all the while leaving Skurge alone to man the Bifrost by himself yet again.

[arvandus]

Oneshot Loki Fic: Worse Than Death (Contains IW and Endgame Spoilers!!!)

Loki opened his eyes to blackness, his hands immediately going to his throat.  Where was he?  Just a moment before, Thanos…

An involuntary shudder coursed through Loki’s body as the memory passed through his consciousness. Thanos had crushed his throat.  He should be dead.

He waited for his eyes to adjust to the blackness, but nothing came of it.  The darkness was absolute, enveloping him, suffocating him. He reached out and his hands found cold, wet stone reaching up, up, up.  The air began to take on a faint, musty smell.  He willed his feet to move, one step after the other, as he followed along the stone wall, the darkness heavy on his shoulders.  Where was he?

He walked for what felt like ages.  Every now and then he thought he heard a sound.  A scuttle here, a soft moan there.  But he could see nothing, and he found nothing.  He continued walking.  Was there an end to this?  Or would it go on forever?  Was he to walk for all of eternity? Was he in Hel?

As he walked, his mind mulled over what had happened.  Thanos had arrived, a power stone already in his possession, and in that moment hope had died in Loki’s heart.  He knew Thanos, and he knew the black order, more than he’d like to.  He knew his cruelty and his strength.  He knew that he would stop at nothing, and neither Loki nor Thor would be strong enough to fight him.  He was a titan, a titan on a mission of destruction, “burdened with glorious purpose” to cleanse the universe.  A sour taste sat in Loki’s mouth.  The mind stone’s affects and Thanos’s lecturing still crept into his mind, like a poison that wouldn’t leave.

It left Loki with very few options.  He had held the tesseract in his hands, he could have left any moment.  But Thanos had his brother.  His brother who had fought with him, saved him, and never gave up hope in the kind of man he could become.  His brother, the last of his family. The last of his people.  He couldn’t – he wouldn’t – abandon him.

And then the Hulk showed up, and Loki had dropped it. ‘Fool!’ he cursed himself.  Had he held onto it, he could have whisked him and his brother away before Thanos had time to react.  But Ebony Maw had already gotten his hands on the tesseract.  Even so, Loki tried to convince Thor to try to take the tesseract back, but Thor had refused to leave without saving Hulk and Heimdall, and his big oaf of a brother tried to take on Thanos himself.  Loki cursed his brother’s stupidity and his goodness; his all-or-nothing attitude would get them all killed.

The stupidity got worse. Heimdall, in his last moment, saved the Hulk, sending him away in the Bifrost.  A decision that completely confused Loki.  If he had the ability to save anyone, should he have not saved his brother?

He would never know the answer.  Heimdall was killed immediately after, only fueling Thor’s rage.  Loki had watched from a distance as he could anticipate how the event would play out.  Thanos would either kill Thor or take him prisoner in an attempt to make him a part of the Children of Thanos.  He had done the same to Loki when he had found him.

As for Loki, he knew that worse than death awaited him if Thanos took him.  He had lost the scepter and the tesseract when he was on Earth, and he had defied Thanos’s will once the scepter’s influence over him was broken. Thanos did not take failure lightly and took betrayal even less so.

So, Loki did what he could. An attempt on the mad titan’s life. Either he would succeed, or he would fail.  And if he failed, then he would die and escape Thanos’s clutches forever.  As for his brother, Heimdall was gone, Thanos’s flying city of a ship was right outside their broken walls.  There was no escape, there was no rescue.  And he trusted in his brother’s pride that he would not let himself be taken prisoner.  They would die together, and together they would meet in death, in Valhalla. “The sun will shine on us again, my brother.” He had said.  He had believed it.

There were worse things than death.

Now, of course, Loki wondered if that was true.  He was sure that he had been walking for ages, and yet nothing had changed.  He felt like he was going crazy.  Panic started to rise in him but he forced it down. This wasn’t the worst thing he had endured in his lifetime, and letting his fear take him wouldn’t help.

Just as he was about to give up and slump against the cold hard walls, the slightest hint of light showed ahead of him.  The pitch blackness began to have form, to have shape.  Grey shapes stood out in relief against black rocks.  Some of them moved.  He reached for his knives, but nothing happened.  They were gone.  He realized then, that he had nothing.  No weapons, and even his cape and leather armor were gone.  He stood in only his softly woven shirt and pants.  He was reduced to nothing, vulnerable.

The light continued to brighten, slowly, gradually, until he began to see color.  Green.  Everything was cast in a hue of green.  He walked cautiously like a cat, one foot softly in front of the other, a heavy pit in his stomach.

A shape moved next to him, caught in his peripheral vision, and he nearly jumped out of his boots.  A strangled cry came from the hunched mound next to him, and he realized it was a man.  A man in rags, cowering from him against the rocks.  When Loki didn’t make a move towards him, the man scuttled away like a rat, back the way Loki had come, disappearing into the darkness behind him.

The pit in Loki’s stomach became deeper, heavier.  He had a feeling he knew where he was.

He continued to follow the dim green light, as he saw more and more people cowering, hiding, or simply sitting listless or laying prone, the life in their eyes gone.  Empty shells of who they once were, reduced to basic animalistic instincts, basic fear.

He continued his path, his facial expression firm, his jaw set tight to keep his emotions in check. If he didn’t show his fear, then the fear couldn’t overtake him.

Finally, as he turned a corner, the hall he was following opened into a vast cavern, endless.  The walls reached up high above him, disappearing into blackness.  Was there a ceiling?  He couldn’t tell.  It was out of his view.

The wide expanse spread out before him, infinitely, endlessly.  People sat huddled in small groups or alone, some talking in hushed whispers, some crying.  Somewhere in the distance he heard screaming.

In the center of it all sat what looked to be a palace carved out of obsidian, the green light emanating from its glassless arched windows, reflecting off of the shining black rock.  It was immense and terrifying in its structure, all sharp angles and jagged points, and the ground seemed to hum and rumble like a living, breathing thing, a creature out of nightmares.

Hel.  He was in Hel.  Niflheim, to be exact.  So, he had died.  And this was where he was meant to spend eternity.  He pursed his lips together in annoyance.  True, he hadn’t led the purest life, but Hel?  Really? He had at least hoped his attempt to save Asgard, twice, was enough grant him entry into Valhalla.  He had hoped he would finally see his mother, and maybe even his father. He had assumed he would see Thor again, that they would enter Valhalla together.

But no.  Here he was, with the fallen, the dishonored, and the mediocre.  He still wasn’t considered a hero.  His lips curled up in a snarl.  Even in death he was denied what he was owed.

His eyes once again took in the beastly palace before him.  If he was in Hel, then… did that mean his sister was here?  What exactly happened to her after her battle with Surtur? He had thought she had died, but if she did then wouldn’t she end up back here in Hel?

He shrugged his shoulders, and continued walking, his feet taking him towards the black palace. Only one way to find out.  He had eternity here, after all.

He walked through the palace, its green lights dim and flickering.  There was hardly a soul around in this massive space.  Tall columns rose up out of the floor to hold arched ceilings.  It was quiet. Desolate.  Like a place that was a ghost of its former self.  It might have felt grand and powerful at one point. Now it felt empty.

He walked forward, his boots echoing loudly on the obsidian floor.  Ahead of him was a dais, and on that dais was a throne.  In that throne sat Hela.

She no longer held her former glory.  Her hair hung in tangled, unkempt strands.  Her body looked frail, weak.  She wore her black and green outfit of before, but her body was wrapped in a black cape as if to fight off the cold. Her eyes looked hollow with dark circles under them and her face was thin, the skin taut around her bones.

She scarcely looked up at him as he entered.  “I knew you would come, brother.” She said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. If it weren’t for the echoing of the walls, he might not have heard it.

“Hela.” Loki replied. “Is this your great domain of the dead? No wonder you wanted to conquer Asgard.”

Hela uncurled herself from her throne and stood slowly.  “It was not always so dreary.  It used to be grand, my light filling every corridor with power.  The dead worshipped me, groveled at my feet.  The screams of the villainous used to echo in these chambers like sweet music.”

“Sounds lovely.” Loki replied sarcastically.

“It was.” She replied, as she took careful slow steps down from her dais.  She laid a delicate hand against a large column, as if stroking a pet lovingly.  “I was one with this place, it was my lifeblood.  I was absolute here.”

“What happened?”

Hela pinned him with an icy gaze.  “You happened.  You and Thor. Unleashing Surtur onto Asgard was a bold move.  I didn’t expect it.  When Asgard fell, so did I, with all of my power lost into the universe.  I found myself here… and it’s never been the same since.”  She stared at the column forlornly and stepped away.  “Come, brother.  Let us talk.”

Hela escorted him out of the throne room, through a series of dreary hallways and stairwells until finally entering into a solar, a private room with lounging chairs and a dull fireplace that gave no heat with its green flames.  It was higher up in the keep, and Loki stared out of the window at the emptiness that spread out before him.  There was never to be any sunlight here, nor starlight.  Just darkness and death encased in rock.  It was a giant, living tomb built to held an infinite number of souls.

Despite all the seating in the room, he refused to sit.  His anxiousness kept him firmly on his feet, ready to run as soon as she tried anything. Hela moved slowly, tiredly, pouring a cup of liquid for the both of them into black crystalline goblets.  She handed one to Loki and he took it but did not drink.

She observed his behavior. “I certainly can’t kill you here, now can I?” she smirked.

Loki gave her a slight grin. “There are worse things than death.”

“A fair statement.” Hela agreed with a nod.  She sat herself down into a dusty cushioned chair.  “However, I have no plans to torture you.”

“Why not?” Loki asked. “Not that I’m begging you to of course, but we didn’t exactly end our last encounter on good terms.” He sat next to her in a matching chair.

“To be quite honest, I’m too tired.  Too weak.” She said softly.  “I hold this place in my keeping barely as it is.  But Hel needs a ruler, and no matter how weak I am, my duties here are bound into my soul.”

“So… if you were strong enough, this would be a different conversation.”

She gave him a piercing stare as she took a sip from her goblet. “Very different.”

Loki leaned back uncomfortably, as if the action could put a safe distance between them.  It didn’t.

“How did you know I was coming?” he replied.

“I know all beings that are soon to enter my domain.” She replied.  She set her goblet down and flicked her thin wrist in the air.  A glowing, shimmering scale floated in front of her, small enough to fit in her hand.  It was intangible, made of glowing mist that seemed to curl and spin and reform into its shape once again.  On the bottom of the scale, Loki’s name was written on it.  He stared at it with keen interest.

“What is that?” he asked.

“The balance of your life.” Hel replied.  “There are two places the dead go when their time comes.  Valhalla and here.  Where you end up will depend on this.  Too many evil deeds, too many selfish, cowardly acts and the scale tips towards Hel. But perform enough heroics, be selfless, follow your destiny to be a hero, and the scale tips towards Valhalla.”

“How on Earth then did my scale tip me here into Hel?” Loki said crossly.  “Sure, I had tried to kill off the frost giants.  Then I had tried to conquer Earth.  But the first was an attempt to save Asgard from an impending threat without losing half of Asgard in battle, the other I was under the influence of Thanos.  Even then, the body count should be far outweighed by those saved against the dark elves and… well, you.”

Hela chuckled at him. “You’re not the first to question the validity of his life.  But the scales are unquestionable.  Were your sacrifices truly intended for pure means?  When you fought with Thor against Malekith, did you not have every intention of using the opportunity to usurp Odin?”

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t expected to live.” Loki replied.  “But I did, and I figured why miss an opportunity.”

“I am not here to judge you.” Hela replied.  “Life is short, even for us, within the grand scheme of things.  I’ve always found the lines between good and evil to be arbitrary… if an individual wants to use their life to gain power, that is their right to do so.  Justice and fairness are fabrications developed by individuals trying to make sense of a chaotic universe.  However,” she whisked away the scale, its mist fading into nothing.  “I was not the one who made the rules.  Our father’s ancestors built this place and Valhalla, and they are the ones who decide who goes where.”

Loki eyed her carefully, taking in her calmness and her resignation.  She was nothing of the angry, power-hungry sister he had fought before.  How could there be such a change in her?

“And what of my efforts against you?” Loki replied.  “I had no inclination to take over Asgard when I arrived to save its people.  Surely that should have counted for something.”

“As a matter of fact, it did.” She replied.  “However, your unwillingness to fight next to Thor until the very end tipped the scale.”

Loki stood from his chair in anger.  “What do you mean?  I did everything I could to save that fool.”

Hela didn’t budge from her seat and took a careful sip from her goblet. “Did you fight bravely in battle to the bitter end, side by side together?”

Loki froze.  “Well… I mean, we were about to die regardless…”

“Or did you rush in like a fool?”

“Well, I-“ Loki stammered.

“You can not hide the truth from me, trickster.” A quirk of a smile played at her lips.

“Perhaps I did rush it, but the ending was going to be the same regardless.”

“Yes, so you thought. You think you know so much you can predict the future. But your intelligence does have limits.”

“What do you mean? Speak plainly.” Loki was losing his patience.

“Thor still lives. You, however, rushed to your death unnecessarily.  Why?” Hela stared at him, pinning him with her eyes.

“… My brother is alive?”

“Our brother.” She corrected.  “And yes, he’s alive.  But you still have yet to answer my question.  Why did you rush to your death?”

“You don’t know?  And here I thought you knew everything.” Loki mocked.

Hela didn’t take his bait, however, and waited patiently.  Loki gave up avoiding the question and sat slowly in his seat.

“I was afraid.” He said quietly.  “We were going to lose, and I knew it.  Thor didn’t… he always was the optimistic fool.  But I knew Thanos.  I knew what he was going to do to me once we lost.  There are things worse than death.” He repeated.  A realization hit him in that moment, as well.  He had rushed to his death because he couldn’t bear to watch his brother killed before him.  He wondered how Thor handled his death.

“Ah. So, you met your end to escape your fear.  You gave up hope.  Your death wasn’t brave at all.” She replied.

“How dare you.” Loki seethed. “You talking to me as if you understand a thing about honor or sacrifice.”

Hela stood in anger, the air around her crackling.  “Do not presume to know me, brother.  You know nothing about my sacrifice.”  The air cleared and her shoulders slumped as if the surge of power was too much for her. She turned from him and went to stand in front of the fireplace, staring into its green depths.

“I was not always like this.” She said softly.  “I was Odin’s daughter, his first born.  I was a child once, and he… he was everything to me.  He taught me everything I knew.  How to fight, how to rule… he prided himself on his conquests, claimed the nine realms as his birthright.  I believed him and followed him to the ends of the Great Tree’s branches.”

“Sounds familiar.” Loki replied, just as softly.

Hela gave a small smile and continued her story.  “I had the love of both of my parents.  My mother taught me her magic and my father taught me to fight.  But it wasn’t enough.  Odin always wanted more of me, pushed me to be more.  More powerful, more ruthless.  He said a king had to be unyielding, to stand by his decisions. So, I did.  He gave me his power, tying it into my own.  We were practically one, he and I.  I was his sword.  I knew nothing else.  When I fought his battles, his strength pumped through my veins and I felt whole again. It filled me, like nothing else did. I hungered for it.

“And then the fighting stopped.  Suddenly the battles were over, and I was left with nothing.  I had had only one purpose for thousands of years, and it was stripped from me.  Odin no longer gave me his power, and I hungered for it, to fill that emptiness. He had always talked about being a firm, unforgiving king… I had never expected him to be that way with me.  But suddenly I was cut off, and my purpose was lost.  My mother turned her back on me, said I was too blood thirsty, but it was Odin who made me that way.  Now that Odin had peace, there was no place for me in Asgard or in his heart.

“He condemned me.  He condemned me to suffer, and he hid me away in this place, to be forgotten.  He erased the memory of me from Asgard, he erased me from his heart.  I think Frigga might have been pregnant with Thor, when it finally happened.  He had his new heir, after all.  I was useless to him, a blemish from his past, his greatest mistake.

“I have been trapped here for a long time.  Such a long time… alone with my anger, and the pain.  I still hunger for it, you know.  I was so glad when he had died.  I was freed of my prison, and the Odinforce flowed through me again.  I wanted nothing more than to relish in that feeling.”

Loki was silent for a long time.  

Finally, he spoke. “It corrupted you.” He realized.  “Odin’s power corrupted you and made you what you were.”

Hela turned and looked at him.  “I wanted nothing else.  It was better than food, better than sleep.  Better than sex.”

“He knew?” Loki asked.

“Only after.  He had only wanted to make me strong.” Hela replied. “But he didn’t understand what he had done or how deep the hunger had rooted in me until the fighting had stopped. In all those years, he had never bothered to look at his daughter.  To truly see. He was so focused on his next conquest…”

“He was ashamed.” Loki said.

“He made me.” Hela spat.

“He wasn’t ashamed of you.” Loki replied.  “He was ashamed of what you represented.  His failure. He was ashamed of himself for failing you.”  In that moment, he realized his words applied to him as well.

Hela straightened her back. “You defend him?  After all he did to you?”

“My love for Odin is… complicated.” Loki replied.  “But one thing I can say about him is that he was never good at admitting his failings. Too prideful.”

“A trait that runs in our family, I’m sure.” Hela said.

“Agreed.” Loki nodded. “Although, to be fair, I’m not technically part of your family.  But the effect has been the same.  

“You weren’t the only one cast out of the family for failing to meet his expectations.  Apparently being tortured and having my mind influenced by an infinity stone after having all of my childhood dreams dashed to oblivion was no excuse for trying to conquer Midgard.  Which, by the way, was another attempt on my part to save at least some of Father’s domain, and the only domain that Thor cared about.  I knew of Thanos’s plans early on.  Our arrangement was to keep Earth protected as long as it was under my rule.  But something happened when I took the scepter… everything went wrong…” he paused for a moment, distracted by memories.   Finally, he continued.  “…But such facts mattered little for the Allfather.”

Loki quietly kept his remaining thoughts to himself.  In all truth, it was most likely his own behavior and defiance towards Odin that added to Odin’s lack of receptiveness to Loki’s words.  But his rage and hurt was still fresh in him back then. He wouldn’t have been able to find the right words if he tried.  And Odin did little to understand him, too blinded by his anger at Loki’s betrayal.

“Odin did quite the number on both of us, didn’t he?” Hela said with a sigh.

“And to think… he gets to go to Valhalla.  What a rigged system.” Loki grumbled.

They sat in silence for a moment, until a thought occurred in Loki’s head.  “You said you can see the scales for everyone.  Can you see them for Thor?”

Hela stared at him quietly, assessing him, before finally bringing forth Thor’s scale.  Loki walked towards her to stand next to her at the fireplace and stared at the scale before him.  It tipped precariously on the median, and a cold chill went through Loki’s body.

“What is wrong with it?” he asked. “Surely this can’t be right.”

“A lot has happened since your death, brother.” Hela said solemnly, her eyes glowing green and vacant as if she were looking somewhere else.  “Our dear brother has lost his way and turned his back on his destiny.”

“What do you mean?” Loki asked, his brow furrowed.

“He has abandoned his people.  He mourns his losses, including you. He carries the weight of his failures.” Hela said quietly.

“He’s abandoned his people? He would never.” Loki replied vehemently.

“The remaining Asgardians are now in the Valkyrie’s hands.  As for your brother, he struggles to find his place in the universe.”

“But he is a good person.” Loki said, his voice almost begging.

“He denies his destiny.” Hela replied.  “Remember, I don’t make the rules.”

“So, he might not make it to Valhalla?” Loki asked incredulously.  If anyone should deserve to go to Valhalla, it was Thor.

“His fate is still undecided.  His place of endless rest will depend upon which path he chooses to walk.”

Loki stared at the scale as it vanished from Hela’s hands.

“I must go to him.” Loki said finally.

“It is impossible.” Hela replied.  “Death is permanent, even for you, trickster.”

“There has to be a way.” Loki said desperately.

“There isn’t.  Do you think you’re the first to try to escape this place?  Take any tunnel you wish, and you will go on forever, walking in endless darkness. This place is infinite.  None may leave it.”

“You left it.” Loki replied.

“When I had the Odinforce in me, yes.  But that is gone now, destroyed with Asgard.  Only a snippet of it remains, within Thor. He is the last.”

Loki looked around the room and outside the windows.  “The green glow.  Is that you? Is that your power?”

Hela lifted her chin slightly, staring down at him suspiciously.  “Yes.  But it is the last of my power.  If I tried to use it to leave this place, I would cease to exist, and all souls stuck here, including yours, would be trapped in eternal darkness.  True darkness.  Trust me when I say you do not want that.”

Loki’s shoulders slumped in defeat, and he leaned a hand against the mantel, staring into the flames. “If only I had an infinity stone.” He said quietly.

Hela gave a small smile. “We are not so much different, you and I.  I appreciate your disregard for the rules.  An infinity stone might hold enough power to break you free if you so desired, but even that would be a huge risk, depending on which stone is used.”

“I had held two of them at one point, you know.” Loki said.  “The scepter held the mind stone.  I didn’t know it at the time, of course.  But I felt its affect on me when I began using it.  The feeling never really quite left…” he touched his temple subconsciously.  “And I held the space stone, too.  The tesseract.  So many missed opportunities…”

Hela’s posture straightened and she stared at him cautiously.  “You still feel the mind stone?” she asked.

“Well, not like before, of course.  But the memory of it is there, like a whisper.”

Without asking, Hela grabbed Loki’s face in her hands, and in that moment the world seemed the spin under his feet.  A pulse of power throbbed through him, and Hela jumped back as if she were shocked by the touch.

“It’s not possible.” She gasped.

“What? What do you mean?” Loki demanded.

“How many infinity stones have you touched?” she asked.

Loki paused for a moment and thought.  “Two.”

“Only two?” she asked.

Loki thought again. There was the tesseract, the scepter, and… and the aether.  Jane Foster had possessed the aether, but she was its vessel much how the cube was the vessel for the space stone.  “No.” he realized. “Three. The aether was the third.”

“Hm.” She thought to herself.

“What is this about?” Loki asked.

“The infinity stones are the most powerful items in the universe.  So powerful that they affect everything around them, simply by their presence. Even more so, if touched.  Their power leaks into everything, leaving their imprint on whatever touches them. A trace amount of power, permeating into the fabric of life.  You’ve held three of them, and they’ve imprinted themselves on your soul like a footprint on sand.  You have more trace power in you than most.”

“So, what does that mean for me?” he asked.

She stared at him, as she nibbled her lip in thought.  “It might be possible…” she murmured.  “Or, it might not be enough.”

“Speak plainly!” Loki nearly shouted.  “I have no time for your riddles!  Either you can help me or you can’t!”

“You managed to touch the three stones that might be able to free you from death.  The space stone can change your place.  The reality stone can give you form.  The mind stone can transfer your consciousness.  After all, what is a soul but our minds without body? The soulstone would have been better, but this might be enough.” Hela explained.  She walked briskly away from the fireplace.  “Come, Loki, God of Mischief.”

Loki obeyed, quick on her heels.

“You will help me then?” he asked, hopeful.

She eyed him sideways. “I will try.”

She led him to a new set of stairs, leading high into the keep, winding up and up, with windows following the stairs along the curve of the wall.  Higher and higher they went, until they finally entered a wide, opening at the top of the tower, out onto the rooftop.  It was a sheer drop on all sides, black obsidian sleek with moisture. What would happen to him if he fell?  Would he simply get back up and walk away?  Would he feel anything?  He didn’t want to find out.

He stared at his estranged sister.  “Why are you helping me?”

She stared at him for a moment.  “I am tired. So very tired.  And I don’t want to have to spend eternity with both of you.” She smirked at him.

“What do you mean?” he asked warily.

“This will be my last act. With the remainder of my power combined to yours, I will rewrite the rules of Hel, and free you from this place to save your brother.”

“But you will die. Completely.” Loki said.  “You will cease to exist.”

“Yes.  I will.” She replied simply.  “My life has been a brutal one.  Even now, I hunger for a power I cannot possess.  I waste away here in this place, with nothing but bad memories and loneliness.  Trust me brother when I say I understand.  There are things worse than death. Death, true death, will be a release for me.  I will be freed.”

“Why didn’t you simply try to blink yourself out of Hel sooner then?” Loki asked.  “Why do you need me for this?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re not going to take my residual power and use them to free yourself, are you?”

Hela smiled at him. “If I were stronger, I might.  But the simple weaving of our powers alone will probably kill me.  Besides, even if I did leave, I’d have nowhere to go and no strength left to do anything more than what I’m doing now.  And that hunger will always be there.”

Loki eyed her suspiciously but didn’t speak.  He always was one to play with a bit of risk.  Either she was lying, and he would cease to exist entirely while she walked free, or the other way around.  But he couldn’t leave his brother alone any longer.

“There is one caveat.” She said, as she ran her hands back over her tangled hair, her crown of sharp antlers spreading out above her head.  “Hel must always have a ruler.  Without a ruler of Hel, then Hel itself will be plunged into endless darkness.  If it is left unruled long enough, then Hel itself will break, and the souls of the dead will be freed.”

“Why do I not like where this is going?” Loki asked.

“Everything comes with a price.” Hela said.  “You wanted to be a king, did you not?  Once I am gone, my life force will be yours, and so will my titles and responsibilities. You will be king of Hel, Loki. With my power combined with yours, you’ll be able to leave Hel freely, but you must always return to rule it. If you do not, then you will fall when Hel falls, and the dead shall overrun all of Yggdrasil.”

Loki sighed and shook his head.  “The things I do for that oaf of a brother.  Very well, sister.”

Hela eyed him for a moment, to make sure he was true to his words, then raised her hands to the sky.

“Wait.” Loki shouted. She stared at him but didn’t lower her arms. “Thank you… sister.” He replied.

She stared at him in silence, and then tilted her head back, staring into the abyss above.  The green glow around her grew as she drew in the remainder of her power, its light fading from the castle below her as she removed her strength from Hel and pulled it into herself.  Blackness fell across the domain, and she stood at the center of it, a glowing beacon in endless night.  She reached out to Loki with a long hand, and he took it in his own.  As soon as their skin touched, he felt the power start to leave him, tearing his flesh apart, deconstructing his mind, particle by particle, thought by thought.  He lost all senses, all his awareness.  Then, he was being knitted back together, new power flowing through him, and a heavy weight on his spirit, a burden he would have to bear for eternity.  Every aspect of his being was being rewritten.  He cried out in agony.

*  * *  *  * *  *  *  *

Thor sat in his room, staring at himself in the mirror, struggling to recognize the man he saw. He hardly knew himself, and he couldn’t stare for long.  Too easily he could see the pain in his eyes, the emptiness he felt within himself. Outside his door he could hear the laughter of Drax and Mantis as they talked, and Rocket’s yelling as he cursed them.

He had hoped going on this journey would help him find himself, but he felt more lost than ever. He had no home, his people were thousands of lightyears away, and he and Quill still had yet to establish their pecking order.  Could these people really become family to him?

What was he doing here? What was he thinking leaving New Asgard? Leaving the Avengers?

He stared at himself again. They wouldn’t even trust him with the gauntlet.  He wasn’t an Avenger.  He was nobody.

Suddenly, a green flash lit up his room, blinding him, and he covered his eyes with a yell, calling his axe to him in an instant.  It wasn’t until the sound of his own yell died away, that he heard another, familiar yell filling his ears.

Surely, it couldn’t be. He must have finally gone crazy.

There, right before him in the middle of the floor, Loki lay sprawled out on his back, smoke curling off of his clothes as he beat at them with his hands.  Thor watched in disbelief as his brother pushed himself up off the ground and straightened his leather armor.  “That’s going to take forever to get out…” he heard him mutter, as he tried to rub the soot off his clothes and checked a hole in his cape by putting a finger through it.

Thor’s voice was caught firm by the lump in his throat, and his eyes were brimmed with heavy tears. “L… Loki?” he choked out.

Loki looked up from his self-preening, and locked eyes with Thor. “Hello, brother…”

[marvelmadam08]

The Princess & The Nomad (12)

With your hypnosis gone and your identity fully known, you and Steve reunite and pick you right where your left off. But with The Avengers disbanded and a new danger looming in the future, what’ll keep everything from falling apart?

Summary: Steve meets Odin, and you learn the real reason he exiled you. And the team has to make a quick detour to Scotland.

Warnings: Mentions of Thor Ragnarok, jealous Steve

The sea air filled your nose when your feet touched the gravel, that and the smell of wet grass relaxed you a bit. Steve and Nat walked with you along the empty shoreline, Sam stayed behind to guard the ship.

"Is it just me or does everything look... wet?" Nat asked

"It's rainy season." Steve chuckled, before turning to you "Any clue as to where he his?"

You took a deep breath and scanned the area, you eyes landing on a cliff not too far away. You could feel Odin's calming aura settled at the top "There."

"You sure?"

"Sixty percent." You matched forward, Nat joining alongside you, Steve trailing behind a few feet. The gravel crunched beneath your feet.

"Should we have gotten the climbing gear from the jet?" Nat asks Steve

"No, I can get you two up there." You answered before him

Nat smiled softly "Meeting the All Father, I feel like I should've worn a gown."

"He was wearing a cardigan sweater when I met him. You're fine." You chuckle before sneaking a glance back at Steve "How's he been? Honestly?"

"Steve's... He's been better. After the falling out with Tony he beat himself up pretty bad about it." She whispered to you "And then when he got the call the other day- When he didn't hear anything about Tony in the news he let it slide. I think a part of him was hoping that Tony called to make amends."

"No that was me, I found the phone he gave Tony."

"You were with Stark?" Steve spoke up "You know I can still hear you even if you whisper. How'd you end up with Tony for a month?"

Something about his tone felt off to you. Almost offended that you reached out to Tony before him.

"I found him at the compound. He was the only one who stayed in place." You added that last part under your breath but Steve still heard it

The three of you stood at the bottom of the cliff, it was at least a fifty foot drop, if the fall didn't kill you the rocks at the bottom would.

"How do you plan on getting us up there?" Nat squints at the top, the small amount of sunlight getting in her eyes

You twirl your hands around, blue smoke wrapped around Natasha's legs and torso and started to lift her to the top to the cliff.

"If you drop me I'll kill you."

"Relax I've done this plenty of times." You smile "Never this high though. Or with an actual person."

You heard Nat swear in Russian and giggled a bit.

"How's Tony doing?" Steve stood closer to you now

"He's doing good, he and Pepper are planning for their wedding even though they don't have a date. He took on a protege, I haven't met him yet."

"You know if I could've stayed, I would've."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not blaming you for protecting Bucky." You spoke to him but kept your eyes on Nat, she was nearing the top, reaching out for the edge

"What were you and Bucky talking about when you showed up? In the study."

Your concentration slipped slightly and so do Nat. "Hey, watch it!"

"Sorry!" You called back "Bucky was just catching me up on things. And I asked him if he remembered anything else from his time with Hydra."

"And?"

"He doesn't." You avoid casting your eyes down in shame, partly because you weren't a child even though Steve was treating you like one and you still had to keep an eye on Nat "It was just a question Steve, no need to get defensive."

"I'm not getting defensive."

'Will you two shut up.' Nat said over the comms when she got high up enough 'Before she flings me over the cliff.'

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize." Steve says to you

"I was talking to Nat."

The two of you were quiet until you had to lift him next. You were a bit rougher with him than Nat, not that he couldn't take it. Once he was perched on the cliff you flew up, landing gracefully on your toes next to him.

"You okay there Stevie?"

"Never better." He gives you a mischievous grin, his eyes flicker to your ass as you walked forward

Odin sat on a flat tree stump, facing away from you, Steve and Nat. He looked over the small town down at the bottom.

"Grandfather?"

He turned to you with a welcoming smile. "I'd wonder when you show. And you've brought companions."

"I hope you don't mind." You moved to kneel in front of him, Steve raised an eyebrow, confused "How are you?"

"Not dead, so all is well for the time being." He smiles and reaches out to hold your hands "My apologies for leaving so abruptly. Why are you kneeling? A Queen needn't bow."

"I'm not a Queen yet, Grandfather." You stood anyways

"Yet is the key word, Rayna."

You smiled. "I'd like you to meet my friends." You signaled for Steve and Natasha to come over "This is Natasha and Steve."

“Friend?” Steve raised an eyebrow at you

“You know what I mean.” you held his hand in yours 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Nat smiled

“Thank you for looking after my granddaughter, and occasionally my first born son.” Odin chuckled

"(Y/N) has certainly been a change of pace." Steve kissed the top of your head

You gave a small smile and moved to sit on the ground next to him. Steve, who didn't let go of your hand sat next to you and Nat stood off to the side. You look out over the lively but calm movement of the town. The fishermen were pulling in their latest catches of the day, a small trio of friends were sitting outside a small cafe, and watching children chasing behind a dog with an old boot in its mouth.

“It’s beautiful here.” you turned your head up towards Odin, taking in the smile on his face and the peace you felt radiating off him. Tears gathered in your eyes “Will this really be the last time I see you? I’ve only just met you- the real you- and I don’t think I’m ready to let that go.”

Odin gives you hand a tight squeeze “One can only hope the fates allow us more time.”

“Well maybe you can come back with me? Or I could stay here and look after you?”

“I wouldn’t wish to cause any more distress on your life than I already have.”

“How generous of you.” Steve said under his breath, you whipped your head around to gawk at him

“Really? Is now the best time to do this?”

Steve opened his mouth to speak again when Nat cut him off.

“Maybe we should go check on Sam, back at the jet.” she said pointedly, he didn’t argue as he followed behind her

You waited until they were both a good enough distance away before you started speaking again.

“I’m sorry for that.”

“I’m afraid he’s right, you’ve suffered because I could not get over my pride. Or my fear.”

“Fear of what?” he didn’t respond “Grandfather?”

“I feared your birth would bring about Ragnarok, the end of Asgard.”

“You shook your head in disbelief “Ragnarok? It’s a myth, legend, it’s a story parents tell their children.”

“Are gods not the same?” he sighed “Asgard was on the brink of war with the Giants and Surtr. And the winter to come was bound to be harsh, and the longest one we’d endure.”

“All the signs of Ragnarok, you thought I would cause it?”

“No, Hela. My first born, The Goddess of Death. She helped me conquer the nine realms and we ruled together until I realized she was becoming raged by power. I cast her away to Hel, but I fear once I am no longer here, she will be free.”

You remained unresponsive for a moment, the first bit of information still taking a minute to fully process. 

“Then Heimdall foresaw your birth, The Goddess of Life. And the following morning your mother came to me, seeking a safe haven.” Odin looked down at his hands “I believed that if any two beings could bring about the end of Asgard it would be The Goddess of Life and Death. I took every precaution I could in order to prevent Ragnarok, but it is destined.”

“I- I don’t know which to address first.” you took a deep breath “Who else knows about Hela?”

“Neither your father or Loki know about her, I told Frigga about her. Gave me a bruise the size of an apple once I did. But no one else.”

You smiled at the thought of Frigga hitting Odin, possibly with a shoe or book. She must’ve been an amazing woman to have put up with Odin and all his misdoings over the years.

“I don’t want to destroy Asgard.”

“I know, my assumptions were wrong. The end of Asgard was never going to be at your hand.”

“I have to go back, I have to warn everyone.” You jumped up from the ground and started pacing “But Heimdall is... I can’t get back.” you look up to the sky “They’ll all die.”

“No.” Odin stood “You father is a mighty warrior, if any one can find a way to save the people of Asgard, he can.”

“But where will they go? Without Asgard-” 

Odin smiled at you before wrapping his arm around you shoulder. “Asgard isn’t a place, it’s a people. Now I believe your friends are waiting for you.”

You looked down the small slope of the hill, Steve and Nat were standing at the bottom, clearly arguing, you could see the vein in Steve’s neck popping from where you stood.

“I can’t leave now, what about you? What about Hela? And please don’t leave me with a cryptic Norse riddle, my head can only take so much right now.”

He chuckled “Come back for tea, perhaps I can teach you the proper way to play chess.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” you pulled him in for a hug “I’ll be back Grandfather.”

“I look forward to it, Rayna.”

Odin returned to his spot on the flattened tree stump and you strolled down towards Steve and Nat, whose conversation had become silent when they saw you approaching.

“Please don’t stop on my account.”

“Are you okay? Did he like hand you the throne?” Nat gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze

“Not exactly, I can fill you guys in on the way back to Wakanda.”

They looked to each other, knowingly and concerned. Steve scratched at his chin “Yeah, about that.”

“What’s wrong?”

“How would you like to see Scotland?” Nat asks you after a brief moment of silence

“What’s in Scotland?”

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[wickednerdery]

Title: Hoarfrost Hel: Spellbound Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Marvel Pairing/character: Thor & Tony Stark (& Mutant!OC) Rating: Teen Summary: “Loki...Is it a person or item?” Notes: This is back to when Loki was taken away here. This is the second part of what’s shaping up to be a legit trilogy (the first is FrostBitten) - the master list is here. The story on whole is gonna be very dark, this piece itself - which starts Thor’s main story - is actually tame aside from some yelling, cursing, and poor Thor moments. Still, for consistency and length, it gets a “Read More”.

It is Odin who tricks Thor away from his brother, leaving Loki unprotected and easily taken. It is Odin who induces forgetfulness and spreads it through Asgard like a poison. The king works his magic to make it grow so that throughout the realms, in time, Loki might be forgotten completely. Like Hela before his adopted son would become nothing but a story, a mere fantasy; no one and nothing true. Odin would put distance between himself, his family, and his unfortunate error once again to save his pride and crown.

By the time Thor returns to the rock there is nothing there but smashed rubble and the faint sense of urgency. He’d come to the edge of the grounds for some reason, an important task, but the answers are all behind a fog. Earnest eyes scan for answers, for questions, something beyond kicked up and bloodied dirt.

His mother’s lullaby hits his ears and he turns back, up, to the palace. With placid face and knowing smile Frigga hums and, as Thor watches her, she changes before him. Deep blue dress turns green and gold. Long blond hair smooths into shoulder-length black and her whole form changes. The woman looks wholly recognizable, yet Thor cannot place the man she’s become. “You must find him, Thor. Save your brother. Protect Loki.”

“Loki...” Thor repeats the name heard only in his mind; it feels right. Real. He looks around, as if he might find this Loki nearby, before looking back up to catch sight of his mother walking back into the palace. “Loki....Loki...Loki...” The god repeats the name over and over, keeping it foremost in his mind, as he hurries to Heimdall’s observatory. “I must find a Loki, what can you see, Heimdall?”

The man narrows his eyes, ticks head slightly. “Loki? I’m afraid I do not know this word. Is it a person or item?” If he has a clearer idea of what he’s looking for, perhaps he can find it.

“I...” Thor clung to the name, but forgot its meaning. He tries to recall his mother (this Loki is tied to her, is it not?), then smiles. “I believe it is a being.”

Heimdall nods, closes eyes to concentrate, but there is nothing. Only tenuous threads he cannot weave into anything substantial and even those fray before his very mind’s eye. “I am sorry, Thor, but I can find nothing.” It was so very usual, very strange. “Perhaps it’s something to do with your time on Midgard?”

“...Perhaps...”

“Shall I send you there in search of answers and this lost...thing.” Heimdall himself’s already forgotten what they’re in search for.

“Yes, I shall go to Stark’s.” He cannot say why he picks Tony except he’s the smartest man Thor knows of on Midgard. And, if this...Loki...was a dangerous thing Tony would most certainly be prepared and ready for battle beside him.

“Very well, my prince, I shall send you directly,” Heimdall bows his head and, in a moment’s flash, Thor is at the end of Stark’s long landing pad at The Avenger’s Tower.

Not even leaving his lands can stop the disintegration of Thor’s memory though; not even reaching Midgard can protect him from his own father’s magic. By the time he reaches Stark, lounging on a deck chair, his face’s fallen to confusion. ...What has he come to ask again?

Tony’s brows rise in alarm, then fall in the wait for Thor to speak. “You alright there, Point Break?”

“I’m sorry, my friend.” Thor knows he needs help, but the reason, the trouble, is fogged from him. It’s something distant, unattainable, but very true and very real. “I...I came to request your aid...only now I’ve forgotten why.”

“So you came here to ask for my help...” Tony’s stands, examines his friend more closely. “But can’t remember with what?”

"I cannot,” Thor confesses with a sigh, running hand through hair, twisting hammer in the other. He can remember years, centuries. He has a god’s memory, how can he forget something he is certain recently occurred?!

“You hit your head on the Bifrost or something?”

Eyes fall to despair. “No.”

“Uh....huh...” He didn’t think gods could get amnesia, yet here was Thor, a god, standing all amnesiac before him. “Look, buddy, how ‘bout we go inside, have a drink, and see if we can’t figure this out, yeah?”

“Very well, my friend.”

Tony lets Thor follow as his mind begins to gather what little facts there are and formulate theories. Whatever is going on, it’s powerful enough to mess with a god’s mind. That said, Thor seems of sound mind and, potentially, with solid recall aside from whatever he needs help with. So what are they looking at here? Injury? Infection? Something else entirely? Tony skips the bar in the penthouse for the one down in his workshop and let’s Thor settle on a nearby chair as he pours for both of them - definitely need a drink or two before opening whatever can of worms this is.

“I adjusted the coding and cleared out the spare bugs from your latest suit, Stark.” The voice itself is almost robotic, but Thor sees clearly the being is flesh and blood. Back to them, hunkering down over a series of computers, he catches feminine eyes in the reflection of one of the screens. “That Thor?”

“Yeah,” Tony tips back his first drink, pours his second, as Thor takes his first. “Lynk, this is Thor, Thor,” he points to the person’s back. “Lynk with a Y...my tech assistant.” Pepper will always run most of his stuff, but Lynk has certain, unique, abilities that makes her utterly invaluable to him in his work.

Thor smiles. “Greetings, fair maid.”

“Yeah...No.”

Thor’s face falls. “No?”

Lips lift, but focus remains on the computers. “I’m not a fair maid, Mr Odinson. I’m just Lynk.”

“You may call me Thor, if you wish.”

“Okay then, Thor. I’m still Lynk.”

Thor looks to Tony, unsure, but Tony just shrugs and finishes his second drink. “Okay, so this thing you need help with...”

“Yes?”

“Let’s do process of elimination.”

“Very well.”

“It have anything to do with Earth?”

“...Not directly, I don’t believe...”

“Asgard then?”

“Maybe.”

“You personally?”

“…I...in a way, perhaps?”

“Family maybe?”

Thor’s pause is especially long, his heart and mind arguing for an accurate answer. “I...I believe so.”

“Parents?”

“They are not the issue...but maybe connected to it?” His mother turned into it, hadn’t she? Yes, yes she had, but...but Thor cannot recall what she’d turned into anymore.

Tony sighs, now presuming the whole thing a giant waffling by the god. “Fuck. if it’s Loki just say so, Thor. I’m still unlikely to help, but at least I’d admire the boldness of asking directly.”

“Wha-? Who...Who is...Loki?” And why did it sound so familiar and yet not at the same time?

“Loki, also known as Loki Laufeyson or Loki Odinson, is the God of Mischief and listed as a top-tier intergalactic terrorist by S.H.I.E.L.D.. His attempts to take over Earth resulted in the destruction of Manhattan and countless deaths. Captured by The Avengers Initiative he was turned over to his brother, Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, to be returned to Asgard where his punishment would be set by the King of Asgard, Odin Allfather.” The young woman’s turned to them both, face showing a mix of concern and interest. “You can’t remember your own brother?”

She is slight, pale, with spiked, jet black, hair and many bits of metal in her face...Thor cannot recall seeing another like her on Midgard. He smiles in spite of his current predicament. “You know him?”

“Of him,” Lynk clarifies. “I was lecturing in Boston when he came to New York, but I watched the news. Question is, why don’t you?”

“Maybe it’s Loki himself doing this?” Tony offers. “It’s not beyond him, right? Take out his brother, escape, rally some troops, come back at Earth again.”

“You’re making assumptions without basis,” she counters flatly.

“My basis is I know the guy. I’ve seen what he can do, first hand.”

“Why give his brother amnesia then send him in your direction?”

“Distraction? Shits and giggles? How should I know.”

Lynk’s eyes switch to Thor. “We need more data.”

Thor has no issue with basic or advanced memory tests, brain scans show no clear injury or disease, and nothing can be found in his blood that would suggest a cause for his amnesia. Both Tony and Lynk remain stuck, unsure what to test for next, as Thor lays on the table looking up at both of them.

“Do we know why I’ve forgotten what I’ve forgotten?” Again Loki’s existence has slipped from his mind, but not the urgency of the need to help, to get help.

“No,” Tony sighs; Thor frowns deeply. “But I’m starting to guess some kind of magic, which leads us back to Loki.”

“Who?”

“Are you sure you actually need help, Thor? Or do you just...feel like you need it?”

“I need help, of that I’m certain.”

Lynk looks down. “With...or for...your brother, Loki, yeah?”

The fog thickens. “I…cannot recall.”

Tony rolls eyes in frustration, convinced this is some elaborate trick by the God of Mischief. He wants no part of it; better to hunker down, fortify, with backup plans for when Loki’s true scheme is ultimately revealed. “This is probably all just a big fucking hoax.”

“It is not a hoax!” Thor flies up, roars his own frustration, as sparks crack across the metal table. The need to accomplish a goal he cannot recall has settled deep and sure in his heart even if his mind continues to betray him.

“Woah, hey there!” Tony’s thumb discreetly goes to his suit’s activation button as he and Lynk both jump back. “I don’t think you’re tricking me.”

“You think another is tricking us all,” Thor states firmly, hammer held out as if ready to crash. “I am not a fool, Stark, I know my own heart!”

“I might know someone who can help, Thor,” Lynk speaks up quickly, hoping to both placate and distract as she feels the machines around them shiver with the herself and Tony.

The storm in the god dies and he turns as hope blooms once more. “Truly?”

“He might be able to figure out what you can’t remember or, at the very least, maybe why you can’t remember.” She looks to Tony, who’s finally beginning to breathe again. “If it’s a trick by Loki, then you might know what he’s up to and, if it’s not...” She smiles at Thor. “Then maybe we’ll know how to help.”

Honest trouble or not, Tony had no interest in helping Loki. He still woke up in the middle of night, sweaty and short of breath, thanks to that asshole. Best not to piss of his friend, the god, though. “Sure, if you know someone who’s willing. Can’t hurt to try, right?”

“Right.”

Thor grins. “Take me to him now, fair Lynk.”

I legit feel bad writing Thor like this...in part because I know he already gets a bad wrap as sorta being the “slow on the uptake” one and I don’t think he is. That said, Odin’s clouding his - and everyone else in Asgard’s - mind from remembering Loki so it’s not like I can have Thor just putting it all together, haha! Frigga only does because she’s very powerful in magic herself. Lynk is a mutant - though there’s only a hint of her powers shown in this - and will be important to Thor going forward so...hope you like, lol!  (And, damn, I’m prod of myself for getting two out relatively quick after the holidays so go me, haha! ^_^)

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Constructing New Asgard

          { @chooserofslain -- plotted starter }

♔—- She wanted to say that everything had gone according to plan, that she’d stopped Thanos before he could do any further damage, but that hadn’t been the case. All of her efforts and all of the work everyone who interacted with and attempted to stop Thanos had been for nothing. Even surrendering the Tesseract to protect the rest of the surviving Aesir and faking her death to get away from Thanos and give herself more time to halt Thanos’ progress had been a waste.

Giving Thanos the Tesseract left a tremendous amount of guilt on her shoulders, but what else could she have done? Lied and said that she didn’t have it? That very well might have worked, until Thanos decided to slaughter everyone who survived Hela’s attack on Asgard and take Loki back into captivity as he’d done so many years ago after Loki’s fall from the Bifrost.

One way or another, the Mad Titan would have gotten his hands on the Tesseract. Unless, of course, Loki had simply run off with it. The thought crossed her mind. After all, it was the Space Gem. She could travel anywhere she wanted with it, far enough to keep it from Thanos, but if she had, what would have become of the rest of her people? 

Anyone could say what they wanted about Loki’s time as king, but she’d proved she cared about the people of Asgard, that she wanted to see them thrive and prosper without living under a ruler who believed in violence, bloodshed, and conquest above all else. She put in the effort to protect them and to improve their way of life. For all intended purposes, she’d been a good king and despite the centuries she felt as if Asgard turned its back on her, they were her people.

Sacrificing them to protect an Infinity Stone from Thanos would have been the logical option, but an option that Loki could not opt for, no matter how much she screamed at herself to run for the greater good.

She hadn’t.

And she survived where so many others had not. The snap came and went as quickly as one would expect from such a simple gesture and just like that, half the universe’s population disappeared. They didn’t die, they simply ceased existing altogether. In a few simple words, she failed, despite her many attempts to ensure Thanos never succeeded in his mad plans. The burden of guilt that rested upon her shoulders spanned to many others who stood up to Thanos and failed and she was not alone in her feelings, but where did she have to go now? What more could she even do?

If nothing else, she had her children to survive for. Jörmungandr, Sleipnir, and Fenrir took shelter in Helheim with Hel and their adopted sister, Saga, a place where Thanos’ influence would not touch. After all, he only impacted living people and Helheim was no realm for the living. At least she did not suffer the loss every mother feared more than anything again.

Her children were not the only people she had left, though. Despite how small their numbers were now, she still had Asgard, a people broken and lost but not yet extinct. They suffered more loss than most and they were struggling to find a place they belonged. 

Better judgment, after everything that transpired, told the Goddess not to return to them, that blame would likely be pinned on her as it so often was, and that they would not be accepting of Loki once they realized her current face belonged to the same person. She’d used her female visage for years to mingle with Aesir without them connecting her to the prince, but she was still very much herself. Would a change of face help her or hinder her, though, she wondered? If she were honest with the people of her identity, that was?

And as odd as it was, she didn’t want to lie to them anymore, she just wanted to help them get settled and transition to their less than ideal but workable conditions. They needed all the support they could get if they wanted to keep from losing their hope. 

If any lingered at all.

Returning to them hadn’t been difficult, a simple tracking spell to follow where the remaining Aesir finally touched down and mingled on Asgard, but coming to what truly looked like a miserable place punched a hole through her heart, one she couldn’t even pretend to be surprised about anymore. Asgard was part of her, no matter how much she didn’t want to admit it or accept it, and it would always impact her.

It wasn’t so much a settlement yet, though, as it was a group of people who had no home and weren’t entirely sure how to proceed. Was anyone even leading them or attempting to? She wasn’t sure on Thor’s status, wasn’t even sure of which Asgardians were still left, but she approached anyway.

One face stuck out to her almost immediately, that of a Valkyrie she’d met on Sakaar and bumped heads with more than once. Brunnhilde wasn’t much of a friend, really, at least, not yet, and not typically someone Loki would think to turn to, but they had faced Hela together, they both had the same goals in the end, and if Brunnhilde was helping the rest of their people, perhaps reacquainting with her was for the best.

“Brunnhilde?” Loki called, her tone significantly softer and more feminine than the deep voice Loki had a tendency to be known for. Though her tone was still deeper than average, it carried a nice melody to it, the type of voice someone could get lost listening to for hours. It helped with the lying and the storytelling she’d become renowned for.

A small smile tugged at the Goddess’ lips, though it was difficult to maintain given the bleak circumstances that lingered around their people. “I am so relieved to see you survived.” For the time being, it didn’t even occur to her that Brunnhilde may not recognize her. This form was as much Loki as the face most were used to and sometimes--especially when preoccupied--it was easy to forget it wasn’t normal for most to place her different forms. 

Perhaps that would work to her benefit in the long run? She really didn’t know what to expect at this point. This was completely uncharted territory. 

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Loki Laufeyson x Plus!Size Reader

Words: +4,450

Warnings: Some cussing, pissed-sad Loki, fighting, accusations, think that’s it.

A/N: This is where we see what causes Loki to turn against members of his family & realm. We will get back to the reader in the next chapter. Enjoy!

NOTE: Skuld (the name possibly means "debt" or "future”) is a Norn in Norse mythology. Along with Urðr (Old Norse "fate") and Verðandi (possibly "happening" or "present"), Skuld makes up a trio of Norns that are described as deciding the fates of people & gods. Skuld appears in at least two poems as a Valkyrie.

Fidgeting with his hands, Loki couldn’t look at anyone in the court, which consisted of Odin, Frigga, Thor, & the guards present when he walked to his chambers to find Y/N when she hadn’t met to accompany him to the dining hall. He could fill all eyes on him, Thor trying to get his attention in hopes of speaking to him when he noticed Loki shook. Cringing slightly when the large doors to the throne room banged open announcing that Lyall entered with his personal guard.

“Where is she,” he bellowed, starting for Loki but the Einherjar acting quickly kept him back, Loki finally looking up to show red swollen eyes.

“Calm yourself General Lyall! My son would do nothing to hurt Y/N & you know it,” Odin shouted back, stepping down the dais, Gungnir in hand, clothed in riding clothes, and stopping in front of the distraught general who glared down at the young god.

“You were right,” Lyall directed to Odin, “I should have pushed her to seek Thor as a mate, not this spineless...”

“ENOUGH! YOU WILL NOT COME INTO MY COURT AND ACCUSE MY SON OF A CRIME HE DID NOT COMMIT,” Odin roared, the entire throne room quieting.

Tuning out the bickering between the two immortals, Loki replayed the events leading up to Y/N’ disappearance thinking maybe he shouldn’t have played so cruelly with her taking the sword while they spared under the old willow sure to stay out of sight should Lyall catch them.

“Do not cheat Odinson,” Y/N had laughed drawing the dagger he had gifted her the previous week when she agreed to court him.

“I will do no such thing; besides I have a gift for you Sigyn,” he had boasted proudly stepping forward.

A short sword appearing in his hands, silver blade carved with knot work down the fuller, golden pommel that sparkled with running wolves set with ruby eyes, handle twisted with dark green and mint green leather, meant to look like their seidr intertwining.

“What is this,” Y/N breathed sheathing the dagger behind her back to cautiously step forward awe struck by the beauty of it.

“Yours,” Loki smiled holding it out & hinting her to take it.

“It is beautiful,” she breathed taking it gently looking it over, looking over her shoulder when its eloquent leather and fur scabbard appeared on her back.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Loki breathed, earning a smirk from Y/N knowing how much she hated and laughed at expressions of love but knew she would say nothing if it came from him.

Stepping closer to stand before Y/N watching her look the blade over, taking a quick step the moment, she swung it so that the blade would sing, attesting to her skill, & smiling when she looked at him pleased.

“Thank you love,” she had breathed, her pet name for Loki, one only uttered in private, making a tingle run his spine.

Even now when it seemed the room was going to Hel around him Loki couldn’t stop the shiver that traveled his spine to wake him up, he had to find her, they whoever they were couldn’t have taken her far. Y/N would have put up a fight, no a battle, something that someone even Heimdall had to notice, but sadly had seen nothing. Finally deciding it best to make it known he intended to find her even if he died in the process, it would be better than walking Asgard without his little Siggy.

“A guard. Grant me a guard to travel over the realms to find her,” Loki blurted over the ruckus, it was evident he had joined the conversation & interrupted an argument that had transpired between Thor & Lyall.

All attention turning to the young prince who realized Thor was directly to his left, between him & Lyall who glared at him. Lyall gasping like a fish, eyes filled with hate & face going red the moment he prepared to curse Loki once more.

“No Loki! I forbid it,” Odin snapped, attention turning the old god king wearing battle armor that he wasn’t earlier.

“Whoever has taken Y/N is after one of you & I can’t allow that, I will go with the….,” Odin began but Loki started forward, ignoring Lyall and Thor.

Frigga stepping forward to stop her distraught son, even drawing a blade to push Lyall back & daring him to touch Loki who was blind to what was happening around him.

“Please, don’t make me sit here like a helpless child! Let me help,” Loki pleaded, tears threatening to spill.

“No Loki, you’ve helped enough, leave me to deal with it,” Odin spoke under his breath at his youngest, making him draw away as if being struck through the heart with an arrow.

The recoil from Odin had Frigga & Thor both starting for Loki, hoping to comfort him, but Lyall had other plans. The old grey headed god sprung for Loki, the younger god not having the want to too protect himself and welcoming death that the old god offered.

“I trusted you with my last piece of Skuld,” Lyall bellowed, gauntlet claws biting into the young man’s throat & Loki doing nothing to stop them from cutting into his flesh.

“Y/N loved you! How could you let someone take her! Maybe Thor would have been a better suitor! At least he would have protected her,” the old man spat, saliva hitting Loki in the face while refusing to fight. Leaving it to the guards who were finally able to pull him off, Odin’ bellowing to stop him, followed by others became back ground noise.

The last accusation cutting deeply into his dying soul, the sound of thunder sounding in the distance to hint at Thor’ anger of the situation. The guards having pulled Lyall off while Thor rushed forward to get Loki to his feet attempting to comfort his younger brother only to be attacked by Loki with shouts of, “where were you!”

“Where were you,” Loki yelled once more in Thor’ face, Lyall’ words still eating at him the old god drug away & the remaining guard trying to pull the two brothers apart, Thor preparing to swing Mjolnir.

The soft yet firm hand of Frigga grabbing Loki to pull him away from Thor the queen mother placing herself between the two sternly, glaring the enter court down that had gone quiet. Her younger son’ grip on her forearm light so not to hurt her, while her oldest immediately dropped the war hammer & nodded to his mother in apology. Frigga turning to Loki, a sad smile on her face, the usual liveliness of her eyes gone & replaced with despair.

“To your chambers. Now,” Frigga ordered, nodding to Loki to go of his own volition, releasing her arm leaving without a word, sure to keep his head down while passing the struggling & cursing Lyall.

The walk down the corridor to his chamber felt like a death march, all eyes on him, pitying him like a child, he hated it, he needed to find Y/N so that he could walk with her proudly on his arm, showing her all the love & attention she was worthy of. Not to mention all the love he needed from her to endure this situation. Having reached his doors sooner than expected, looking up to them dumbfounded pondering on how they worked.

The yelling at the opposite end drawing his attention from the direction he had come, they were all in the throne room. Heimdall was watching the Bifrost, with no word of not allowing Loki to leave, surely no one had made that command yet, or at least hoped he hadn’t seen it.

All he had to do was think & he was standing in the golden room of the Bifrost, turning to his left to see Heimdall, looking back at him, even his suit of armor & eyes looked dim.

“I'm sorry my prince, but the queen has told me you are not to leave Asgard,” the tall god spoke, holding tightly to his sword that rested on the floor & looking down at him.

“Please, you must! I can’t sit in my chambers & do nothing,” Loki stepped forward & began to plead, but Heimdall shook his head in an effort to drive the point home.

“I am truly sorry,” Heimdall began, stepping down from the podium & starting towards Loki.

“You should be,” the young prince deadpanned, causing the taller older god to stop in his tracks knowing exactly why he said it.

“Prince Loki….,” Heimdall began once more, but watching darkness come to the young god’ features, something that he hadn’t seen the like of since Hela.

“You see all! Do you not!? Yet you didn’t see who took her! My Siggy! My Y/N! She was mine! And now some dark force has taken her & no one will allow me to look for her,” Loki snarled, evident he wasn’t done, a lone tear slipping.

“Everyone expects me to wait like a good boy! To obey like Thor would, to not question them & stay put! But I cannot! SO, if you refuse to help me get through the realms then I will find another way,” Loki snarled, turning quickly to storm out of the room.

“The only other way off of Asgard is dark magic prince! Is that a price you are willing to pay,” Heimdall shouted after him, the young god spinning in the doorway, the older god watching the darkness surface once more before answering.

“For Y/N? I would never question it,” he spoke eerily calm, turning without another thought to vanish to his chamber.

Thankfully that day, everyone seen fit to leave Loki in his room, standing in the doorway to his baths, holding to the short sword & running his fingers delicately along the blade. He had ventured to Nidavellir himself to speak with the hateful dwarves about having the weapon made, & what a Hel of a trip that was. Vowing to only go back if Y/N wished it or accompanied him, she knew how to handle the heathen dwarves, though there weren’t many of them left.

Fresh grass, fresh as if being crushed under a horses hoof, making him look out the window in the bath, out to the field & the old willow.

“Loki Odinson are you following me,” a young voice asked, closing his eyes to see a very young, Y/N halting her horse when she realized he trotted after her.

An even younger man than he was now, ridding after the little Y/H/C headed girl that had been brought to the palace after her mothers death to be taught by Frigga & raised there because her father was the general over Asgard’ armies. Having been quartered a corridor over from his very own.

“I am not, Y/N Lyallsdóttir,” he deadpanned, halting his mount next to hers, noting how the young girl commanded control over the massive animal that was bigger than his own.

“I happen to be ridding in this direction & thought that you would like some company,” Loki smiled, nudging his mount forward & her own following without prompting.

The two riding in silence until Loki found his voice to ask how she liked staying in the palace & scolding himself for how stupid the question sounded when he voiced it.

“It is OK, but I prefer the hillside, a lot of open areas & you don’t fill like everyone is crowded around you,” the little goddess responded looking at him while they rode side by side though the open meadow, riding towards the water’s edge.

“You lived in a fort, how is that better,” Loki asked, scrunching his nose up at the idea of living in close proximity with that many warriors, but immediately regretted it.

“I was a fortress Odinson, not a fort, Norns if you are going to insult someone at least do it appropriately,” she snapped, kicking her mount into a trot.

Loki you idiot he scolded himself, you just run her off, you need to do something.

“WAIT! Y/N! WAIT,” he shouted, kicking his horse harder than he meant causing him to rear slightly before taking off.

“Wait, I'm sorry, I meant nothing by it,” he immediately began to apologize & grovel next to her.

“As you should be,” Y/N spoke hatefully, but when turning to look at Loki with tears welling.

“I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, please let me make it up to you, don’t cry,” he pleaded thinking of the ass chewing he would get from his mother not to mention her father.

“Don’t flatter yourself Odinson, there not for you,” she snapped, looking down at the pendant around her neck, the symbol of the fates that resided over gods & mortals.

“That belonged to your mother,” Loki questioned, Y/N finally meeting his gaze with a quiet sniffle tears still rimming her eyes & shaking her head yes.

“I’ll leave give you some time…,” he began, pulling on the reigns to pull the horse’ head to turn & leave.

“Stay,” came a small voice behind him, halting the animal & backing it up next to her.

Y/N looked lost to him & far from the confident girl that sat attentive with he & Frigga during their lessons. That was when Thor wasn’t acting up, Frigga eventually having enough & running him off.

“How about we take a seat under the willow across the water,” Loki hinted to the large willow that branches touched the ground & over looked the palace.

Nodding her head yes, Y/N hinted for him to lead the way nudging her horse to follow through the water that reached up to the animals chest but was easy travel. Once at the tree he made sure to dismount first to hold her horse, noting how large the animal was & leaving him pondering how she got on since her head barely reached the beast’ shoulder. Hinting for her to follow under the willow, knowing the horses wouldn’t go far & surprising her by conjuring pillows to sit on.

He had to find her, there was no question to it, & if it was to be dark magic then he would seek it out & pay what ever the price would be to assure Y/N was safe, that she was in his arms one last time.

Day in, day out, Loki stayed locked in his chambers, so everyone thought, truthfully he was busying himself with finding ways to the other realms. Refusing to eat, refusing company & refusing to speak with even Frigga. Thor venturing into speak with Loki, actually breaking the door with Mjolnir, and in no time the two where snarling at each other’s throats like blood thirsty wolves.

“Stop this! No good can come from this,” Thor bellowed, knocking the stacks of spell books & the like over with the hammer, causing Loki to launch himself at Thor.

He didn’t care, didn’t care that Thor was his brother, his blood, he had no right to tell him what price he should pay to find Y/N, his Y/N. Choking the bigger god to the marble, a dagger to his throat, threatening to spill blood, a hammer coming to hand, all paused by the loud voice of their mother echoing through the chamber and guards rushing in but not daring to touch the princes.

“STOP THIS NOW,” Frigga ordered, Loki looking to his mother for the first time in a week, her hair didn’t hold the same luster, her eyes looked red, almost lifeless, & her usually beautiful elegant clothing replaced with drab dark colors.

“I…,” Loki stammered, looking down to Thor immediately drawing the dagger away in disgust, pushing to his feet & looking between the two as if he was appalled by what was happening.

It had felt as if he was watching the battle with his brother from the sidelines, not in control of his own body, like a man possessed. Trying to calm himself after realizing what he had almost done, looking to Thor who had gotten to his feet & standing with their mother. Their mother who had noticed all the books, & more notably the dark grimoire that sat on a stand obvious it was being read.

Frigga lost her breath the moment she spotted the dark book, immediately pondering how he came across the damned thing, glaring at Loki before turning to the guard.

“Everyone out,” Frigga ordered, the guard looking at her as if they didn’t understand what she said.

“OUT! ALL OF YOU but for Loki,” she shouted, unable to keep her temper in check.

Patiently she waited for the room to clear of all but her youngest son, the door to room clicking shut sounding like a nail in a coffin being drove home. Stalking to the book, Frigga shut it with a slam, grabbing it in both hands & throwing it to the floor to set it ablaze with seidr to destroy it.

“NO, I found a way,” Loki shouted, starting towards her, the deathly glare she shot him told him it was best he didn’t stop her.

“Dark magic is not the answer,” Frigga spoke calmly, not looking away from the burning grimoire to make sure it was destroyed.

“I will not,” Frigga began, finally looking up from the now bare floor to Loki with concern, “loose two children to save one. Is that understood?”

Loki looked to his mother in understanding, she loved Y/N, she was her favorite & most skilled student. He had honestly never seen his mother happier than the day the two announced that they were to court & eventually marry. Hel, even Odin father was pleased that Y/N picked him over Thor, Lyall was overjoyed.

“I have to help, I have to look for her, her safety was my responsibility & no one else. Please, talk to father, make him….,” Loki began, Frigga stepping forward to pull him to her to hold tight.

“Your father has spoken, have you not heard the arguing that goes on in our chambers at night,” Frigga spoke, pushing Loki back to look into red swollen eyes that spoke of tears & no rest.

“I argue with him every chance I get my precious son, so much so that he has done all possible to make sure that neither you nor your brother are able to leave the palace without someone knowing, as well as myself,” Frigga explained taking his head in her hands, noting his gaunt appearance, & dark circles.

“How could no one not find something? I know she would have put up a fight,” Loki began, trying to stop the tears, but it seemed he couldn’t hold them back any longer, burying his head into Frigga’ shoulder.

Shushing the young prince, all Frigga could do was hold him tight, the young god clinging to her to keep him from doing something that could doom him & Y/N. Collapsing with him to the floor, allowing him to cry it out, obvious that it was something he hadn’t done in a while.

“We will, it will take time,” Frigga spoke up, Loki finally pushing back to look at her, using his own seidr to dry the tears.

“What if she doesn’t have time,” Loki spoke quietly, getting to his feet & helping his mother up so that they could sit on the bed.

Not sure what to say herself, Frigga could only look at him in pain as if she hadn’t allowed herself to think the inevitable, taking Loki’ hands in her own, knowing the young prince looked to her for comfort.

“Y/N will make time,” Frigga reassured pushing his hair behind his ear, having refused to cut it since he first met Y/N for whatever the reason was, having given up on asking him to do so.

“I hope so,” he breathed, looking down at their hands trying to calm his thoughts & keep from thinking the worse.

“Come with me, to my chambers, we will have supper there,” Frigga began to bargain, but she knew he was wise to what she was doing, obvious she wasn’t taking no as an answer, an excuse to get him out to rid the room of all grimoires & the like.

Nodding his head in agreement, Loki allowed his mother to pull him to his feet to lead him out of his chamber & down the corridor to hers. Glad that the halls where devoid of passers by that would gawk & pity the heart broken prince. Yes, he heard their whispers, heard the ones in the courtyard & the ones who frequented by when he would sneak into the mead stores to take what he wanted. He wasn’t daft, he knew, he knew they pitied him, pitied him because Y/N seemed to be the only other that loved the young god, except for his mother. Y/N was the only one who showed him attention while others flocked to Thor & only Y/N tolerated his cruel pranks.

Pacing, that seemed to be all the young god of mischief was capable of the last while, no word, no leads, no reprieve from the awful dreams he had when he attempted sleep. Y/N father, Lyall, the words the old god had spat in his face echoing through his mind along with that day’s events on constant repeat.

Lyall had sprung for Loki, the young god remembering that he did nothing to stop him, welcoming the death he promised.

“I trusted you with my last piece of Skuld! Y/N loved you! How could you let someone take her! Maybe Thor would have been a better suitor! At least he would have protected her, I should have pushed her to seek Thor as a mate, not this spineless....” Lyall’ words cut through his mind like a dull blade.

The last accusation cutting deeply into his dying soul, the sound of thunder sounding in the distance but not enough to draw his attention away from the violent scene that continued to play in his mind. The guards having pulled Lyall off while Thor rushed forward to get him to his feet & attempted to comfort Loki only to be sat on by his own brother with shouts of, “where were you!”

The storm picking up, Loki beginning to step into the torrent of rain and deafening thunder the moment the chamber doors opened. Spinning in hopes of good news, his mother entering in, still clothed in dark dress, no, no good news, Frigga wouldn’t dress so dreary of it was good news.

“No news,” Frigga began, stepping closer to her youngest, reaching out to wrap him in a loving embrace.

Loki pushed away shortly after allowing her the hug, not wanting the comfort of another like he needed, Frigga letting him go to step back so that they can talk.

“How can Heimdall not see her,” Loki spoke trying to hold back a flood of tears, evident by the red rimmed eyes, the green irises burning brightly in the sea of red sclera, even though he tried to hide it with seidr.

“Whatever took Y/N, I don’t understand it, none of us can trace it let alone find it. I'm sorry my precious boy,” Frigga quietly admitted, Loki realizing she was trying to swallow around the lump in her throat.

“Mine, & I belonged to her, my little Siggy, she, she...,” Loki stammered, a loss for words, “maybe it would have been better it was Thor….”

“NO! Y/N only loves you, not Thor, you Loki,” Frigga scolded, obvious she wasn’t putting up with Loki’ pity party today.

“You need to go speak with your brother, he’s upset, more so than usual,” Frigga commented hinting to the raging storm.

“Why? So, the guards can pull us apart again?”

“No, because he is ready to go search for Y/N throughout the realms, so you will not hate him for what Lyall said,” Frigga admitted giving him a knowing look that he didn’t hate his brother for the words spoken.

“I don't...,” Loki began, but paused at the look Frigga gave him.

“I don't, I don’t hate him or blame him for it in anyway, besides it was her father who was happy, overjoyed at the fact that she had taken up with me, and did he not come to you and father to discuss our courtship? How could he be so quick...,” Loki began reasoning with mostly himself while he looked to his mother.

“Lyall is upset, it wasn’t that long ago that he lost Y/N mother Skuld, many say things they do not mean,” Frigga explained.

“Maybe so but it doesn’t lessen the bite of his words or make them any less damaging,” Loki finished, thunder sounding loudly and beginning to pick up before a knock sounded & the door opened.

Thor entered, looking like a scolded child & came to stand with them glancing to Loki, asking for forgiveness.

“I have planned to venture to Alfheim, please come with me brother,” Thor begged, obvious he was upset still, even his eyes where rimmed red, knowing he cared for Y/N like a little sister, one that could kick his ass.

“Alfheim has already been searched, & why would father allow us to go? Did he not forbid it,” Loki began, watching the resolve in his brothers eyes falter, the young blonde god’ gaze shooting to their mother & back to his brother.

“Please brother,” Thor continued, this time sounding heart broken, “I want to find her as much as you do, come with me.”

“We haven’t searched Midgard, why aren’t we searching…,” Loki began hotly.

Looking down his nose at Thor, Loki clasped his hands behind his back, stepping away from the hand Thor extended in friendship.

“Go with your brother Loki. It is doing you no good to pace this room like a caged animal, go with him, now,” Frigg ordered, catching Loki off guard who looked at Thor who didn’t seem taken aback at their mothers outburst realizing there was more to what was being said.

“Fine,” Loki sighed, brushing past Thor to the chamber doors pausing to turn and glare at his older brother.

“Well,” Loki snapped, hinting at the door, the pissed expression not leaving his features.

“Do we head to the Bifrost or not,” Loki huffed, aggravated that no one seemed to take it seriously & starting towards the only other two in the room.

“You two be back by night fall,” Frigga spoke, the moment Loki came close the two brothers where engulfed in blue gold light.

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[intensitystoner]

The heart of Anthony

a carelessly worded, mildly Frostiron scribble, rated T for drinkin' and language ~2,500 words (ignores Endgame)

Thanos is dead. Many in the Universe have perished during the battle against him. T'Challa. Peter. The Guardians of the Galaxy. Pepper. Thor.

Loki hasn't, he tricked Hela into letting him go from Hel this once. He returned into a world mourning its many losses, and he joined in with his own. He hid from the remaining Asgardians who searched for the next-in-line to the throne. He said his prayers unseen. He raised some havoc at certain points of the universe experimentally, but it didn't bring fulfilment: it was too easy where no one knew him. He ended up on Earth.

Earth is an easy target for nations still recovering after the wars; disorganised alien attacks are more frequent than holidays. S.H.I.E.L.D. is doing a satisfactory job, the Avengers are partially disbanded, a few available members get in contact for occasional teamwork. Tony is a drunkard, a sullen prince in a sealed-off, ruinous Tower. Friends have been trying to barge into his privatised life for his very much essential contribution, to no avail. Some have given up, others spit scornful comments about him or his guts when Loki enters the battle scene for the first time; in chains, willing hostage to the current alien powers, pretending to be helpless against them until a favourable moment presents itself. During the scarcely nostalgic encounter, he's freed unasked, and his plans are nullified with the perish of the alien troops. He can deny his need for help as he wants, his debt is established; in return for letting him stay unharmed, he needs to prove his allegiance. His task: get through the barrier and bring the self-important prince out of his castle. No need to get into the man's dishevelled mind or broken soul, physical force is fully accepted. Point is, Stark should be whole in the end and the Avengers should get a chance to talk to him.

So Loki, for want of better, or in respect to his late brother, that Midgard-lover oaf, sneaks through a familiarly humane defence mechanism with the aid of sorcery. Treads watchfully along glassy corridors and crosses deadly silences, climbs stairs and unnecessarily recognises elements designed for specific Avengers he's encountered before. Meets no resistance from the moment of entering the building. Explores systematically, from the lowest underground floors lined with motionless or disinterested robotics. Heading upwards, he pockets a few peculiar items, none of those found in Midgard among natural circumstances. Stops on Floor +6, marked with the general symbolic 'A' on the elevator's number plate. He stands in a dim, window-lit hall with crystal-smooth floor, leather sofas and a bar at the other end. Abandons the last bits of aloofness based on former experience at a very similar place. His steps don't stir the prince awake. If he's dead, as the stench indicates, it can't have been for a long time because blood is still vivid under his skin on the cheeks, nose, closed eyes. He's lying spread on the floor, jeans and T-shirt sweated through, hair inches longer than last seen, coarse bristles on his cheeks. It seems like the only thing he still gave a damn about while conscious were the former content of the countless glass bottles and cans scattered on tables, plants, shelves.

Loki deems the tip of his boot enough to stain, so he uses it to turn the man's head to the side experimentally. Just as he thought, rigor mortis hasn't set in yet. He makes sure by turning it the other way with his heel.

Stark curses at the assault against his nose and mouth. Straightening his neck, he takes time before peeking out into the weak but killer light through a curtain of eyelashes.

"Care for a drink?" he inquires already, though he can't see his guest enough yet to identify him. He clambers up to an elbow, repeatedly.

"I'll pass, thank you," the sorcerer responds while pulling up the billionaire by the upper arm, intending to drag him to the open conveniently like this.

"I have great Burgundy back there, y'know," Stark notes, giving emphasis by an index finger held into the other's face. And when he stops squinting at that finger, he frowns in recognition. "Loki!" And then: "F.R.I.D.A.Y?”  

The sorcerer, still holding his grip, follows Stark's example of glancing around. But nothing happens, the needed saviour doesn't heed the call. Alcohol enhances the purity of the billionaire's dismay.

"Drinks," he remembers abruptly and attempts to stumble backwards from the captivity.

"None of your drinks are better than water to a god," Loki informs him while he tugs on the arm to keep the man on his feet.

"God, I'll have a few select words to, once I make it there," Tony says. "But before that, you'll have to give me a chance to prove you wrong. As man to man. You'll see how much you've got to learn about the drinks of Midgard."

Loki yields and follows him silently, watches the clumsy clinking of bottles that cover the entire mirror-wall behind the counter, and the fiddling with two laboriously snatched glasses. After Stark drenches both glasses and the table top in the chosen liquid, the sorcerer takes the bottle out of his hand and puts it to his mouth.

"Show-off," the billionaire observes before gulping down the fiery fluid from his glass, then from the other one. "Have you also tried drowning your sorrow in booze? Did you notice that bitch is a damn good swimmer? I heard you're also left behind by all your own kin."  

The drink really has no greater effect than water, Loki learns during the tactless comment. The half empty bottle hits the counter with a loud thud.

"I’m here to take you out of here. Let's go, time's ticking."

Tony's face darkens at that, but his slurred tone remains light.

"I've got plenty of time, exactly a lifetime more than I want. And you are no different, god," he responds, lifting the bottle to his lips.

Loki takes it out of his hand and throws it away; it smashes into the ground with a sharp, splintering noise.

"Time to go, babbler," he repeats and reaches for the other's arm over the counter.

The billionaire huffs while reeling away from the captivity, amused. He turns back to the mirror shelves and blindly lifts off another bottle.

"Take me, if you can."

"You're challenging me?" Loki's surprise is overwhelming, the notion is quite unconscious as he twists the bottle out of the disoriented fingers and sends it on a short flight. Tony grins with the bottle opener left in his hand.  

"Been in a while, if you haven't noticed. It's what drunkards do."

And he reaches for another drink. He loses it the same way. Next time he turns, the entire wall collapses into a pool of splinters and drinks on the floor. It goes with an ear-splitting noise but no harm is done to the billionaire, he merely blinks in surprise and wades ankle-high in the precious fluids as he backs away from the sorcerer suddenly next to him. He attacks or defends with the opener in his hand, his wrist is caught and twisted before he'd figure out which one it is. He yelps and backs up from the pain, but Loki steps after him, fingertips of his free hand lie over the glowing triangle on the billionaire's chest.

"And what in Heavens is this abomination anyway? Where's your heart?"

"There's none," Tony lies with an empty stare at him, but he finds it truer now than ever.

"Isn't there? What's in its place then?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"Are you not human?"

"Maybe not."

"How about here?"

Tony holds his breath from the unnerving sensation as cool fingers slide onto his aching forehead and a foreign presence invades his mind. Memories gush forth, a coarsely edited film of his life. His freshest pains burn the deepest. Unable to think words, he roars inarticulately in a desire to get rid of them.

Loki's face shows confusion against the billionaire's torment.

"You're not artificial anywhere. You're all you."

He wants to ask why Stark denied that, but the shock took its toll on the alcohol-infused body. As blood rapidly drains from the man's face, Loki grabs hold of the shirt, catching up his fall. Held by that one clothing, he drags the semi-conscious corpse around the counter and towards the centre of the room. With a skilful switch of hands, he turns him onto his stomach, and holding him the same way by the back of the shirt, he leans the jaw to a large flower pot as considerately as he can.

Before his neck could twist back and break, Tony's hands hold his torso up, and while Loki releases him, he clambers higher over the edge of the pot and lets the burning bitter-sour fluid leave through his gutter. It doesn't have much thickness, he's forgotten the last time he ate something.

Minutes pass while the god walks aimlessly at a polite distance and Tony's arm embraces the thin crust of the mango tree, resting his forehead against it, relishing the terrible sensation of sobering out.

"Ready to leave?" Loki inquires then.

"I'm ready to die. Give me back my drinks, you stuck-up jerk,” Tony mumbles in a voice way too smooth for his words. "God, I miss F.R.I.D.A.Y."

"Who's that?"

"Man's best friend. Fits your moods, helps in need, only comes when called. No, the latter's not true, she can be an annoying whore at times. Must have turned her off at some point."

"Is she your spouse?"

Tony huffs quietly before answering.

"She should've been." He clambers up onto the nearest sofa, turning towards the backrest. "She should've been my spouse instead, then all would be fine now."

Loki frowns at the notion and walks back towards him.

"You’ll get to rest later. Don't make me drag you out by a leg."

"Get the fuck out, god of clowns, save the others from me spitting into their faces. They can't leave a man to mourn in peace."

It's getting longer than a quick favour, Loki's patience is running out. He stops for one last warning with his best intentions.

"Anthony, is it?"

"Your fat ass mother it is."

His eyebrows run up.

"In fact, she was a woman of much refined appearance."

That makes Anthony laugh, a semi-willed hiss that grows into a roar of laughter. When it’s over, he says:

"Don't tell me you're as ignorant as your brother. He was quite usable in a fight, but in terms of perception, he wasn't the brightest. He went after his own nose like the world was a single straight line. He's the saviour of the Universe and all that shit, and we loved him even before that, but he was still a dumbass. A Point Break. A big, sturdy ox with restraints way worse than the Hulk."

Loki smiles then, perhaps for the first time since his return without having control over it. Because Thor is always raised on a pedestal, admired as a flawless being, but here, he just realises, this wretched man sees him as he was in truth, as Loki sees him, as the brother he loves him. The Thor he knows exists for this man. And that makes Loki feel less alone, and grateful to him. A sensation long missed like air after a dive.

So he sits down on the other coach to listen, because he feels in debt.

And as Tony's disorganised, slurred, half-awake blabbers go on and retell the memories Loki has just witnessed as an outsider, he grows aware of how similar their pain is. How similar their helpless, senseless, still stubbornly scorching rage is against the unalterable. For this moment, he sees that a being this much measlier than a god harbours passion of the same magnitude as himself.

"You're very broken, Anthony," he concludes.

"Broken? I'm shattered. Haven't been in this many pieces since my first crack at high school."

"I've noticed that falling apart is a common habit of earthlings. But isn't it time to man up again already? I reckon it's been three years."

The human bursts out:

"I faced May!" he roars, a fist hitting the backrest while he sits up, feet landing on the floor. "I faced the kid's aunt! I did! I didn't back out! Isn't that enough?"

Loki knows no kid or aunt, but he sees the shiver run through the man's body, and he knows that the act he speaks about was something out of his boundaries.

"How is that not a shitload more than enough?" Tony weeps. And weeps. And Loki sits over to hold his miserable, stinking carcass, because the shards threaten to fall apart, and because this little human has lost an entire world like Loki did, and he sees Thor the way Loki does, and he used to wield skills enough to be a threat for him, and now nothing that's tangible about him is really him, he is nothing to this world, he has lost his ties and he belongs nowhere among the hands reaching for him blindly, he is nothing, nothing real to anyone, just like Loki. Only Loki has learnt how to be this nothing, and this man has yet to brave it. He still talks about the remaining humans like he matters.

"It is," Loki lets him know. "So the toil is over. The next step is to stand up."

The response is a snarl:

"What for, genius?"

The general denseness of humans keeps surprising the sorcerer. Fifteen hundred years, and he still can't see the qualities Thor used to praise in them. But he's very adaptive, so his tone doesn't reveal his honest curiosity.

"What else will you spend the rest of your life with? Or do you consider it an option to sit and mope? No chance of looking around for something more entertaining you could spend all these years with?"

The silence stretches long before Tony answers.

"God, you're appalling. I hate you."

Loki tells the lack of resistance in the answer, and he pats the back of the man's neck.

"Time to take on the world."

"No, stay a bit. I'm... off-balance. In my sitting, too. I'll fall off of here without a prop."

So they stay like that, motionless.

"How much longer?" Loki inquires after a minute.

"Little bit."

"I'll take you myself," he decides, but Tony's answer stops his movement.

"Nothing more to lose, so I'll be honest. I’m shitting bricks now. Don't think I'm ready to face anyone who knew me, which practically includes all of humanity."

"You never will be," Loki assures him from personal experience. And he watches the man's profile, until he inhales deeply and stirs into motion under the gaze.

He walks steadier than he claimed, his head bent. Loki holds his shoulders with an arm while they find the way out. Approaching the main entrance, a flick of his free wrist camouflages the smell and unkempt appearance of the billionaire.

"Sunglasses too," Tony mumbles. His wish is fulfilled.

Then the door slides aside, and they step out into the blinding sunlight.

Part 2

[davidcarner]

Chuck vs The Uprising, The Aftermath

A/N: First things first, I'm not saying there's a sequel, yet. The way Uprising ended always bothered me. I'vve been playing God of War which deals a lot with the Norse Gods….and I'm having thoughts…I have no idea if this will be a story, it's just something in my head that if you enjoyed the first one, I thought I'd throw it out there and see what the readers thought…

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, I do own God of War, and this is all Cas's fault…

2 ½ years after the fall of the Machines

He sat at his computer, staring at the message. He didn't think it was possible, but he was scared. During the fight against the Machines he wasn't scared, but now, he was. He had never feared death, but now he knew she was alive, and his enemy was coming for him. The fight had to be taken to him, but how? He rolled over to table, and pulled out the newest report his assistant had given him. He read the notes Laszlo Manhoski had written on the hypothesis that the remaining tower in the Badlands could be used to make small machines the size of insects. Laszlo called them replicators.

He turned back to his computer and read the message for the tenth time. H is sending the Norseman for you. B. It couldn't be taken literally, because Hela was the ruler of Hel and the daughter of Loki. Chuck had been called Loki during the Uprising, so it was obvious these were codenames. H was Hela who had to be Volkoff, which meant B was Baldr. Baldr had to be Frost, or as he knew her, his wife. Mary Bartowski. She was alive. He was going to find her, no matter what it took. He was going to save his wife.

3 ½ years after the fall of the Machines

"Jack!" Chuck yelled chasing down the toddler. He scooped him up, the little boy giggling in his arms. "What am I going to do with you?" The little boy giggled again and Chuck blew a raspberry onto his cheek.

"Are you behaving, young man?" Chuck heard Sarah say. Jack laughed again and saw his mother, grinning at him. Chuck put him down, and the little boy sped walked to her. Sarah scooped him up.

"Daddy, when's Grandpa coming home," Molly asked, who was following along behind Sarah. Chuck looked over at the empty house. He had left a year ago to go on a scientific mission to the Badlands. They had kept in touch using the wrist computer, but Stephen had been very guarded in what he was doing. Chuck wondered again if he shouldn't have gone with him.

"I'm not sure, Sweetie," Chuck replied. Sarah started to round up the children to go into the house. Chuck heard a noise, and turned around. There was something in the sky making a buzzing sound. He watched it, curious. It looked like a ball, with a glowing orb in the middle, and it was moving his direction. He stood there and realized how close it was. His eyebrows shot up and he started to run when his wrist computer went off. As he turned to run, he saw the words on the computer. "I'm sorry."

Chuck stopped in his tracks and looked back at the orb. His computer went off again. "I need you." Chuck took a deep breath, and stood still, facing the orb that was right in front of him. Sarah came out of the house, and saw what was going on.

"CHUCK!" she screamed as the ball seemed to grow arms, grab Chuck by the shoulder, and put his head into the opening. She ran to him as his body convulsed. After a few minutes it was over, and she caught him, as he fell backwards, and the ball simply lost its integrity and small parts began to rain down to the ground, sounding like Legos hitting the floor. "ELLIE!" she screamed. Ellie came running out of her house next door. She took one look at the scene and directed Sarah to get Chuck to Stephen's workshop.

A few hours later, Chuck opened his eyes, looking at a very nervous Sarah, and an irritated Ellie.

"I didn't do it," he croaked, his throat feeling dry.

"Oh, I know you didn't," Ellie said. "I know exactly what happened." She shoved a piece of paper in front of Chuck. He glanced at it, and the flash began. After it was over, he dropped back on the bed, the mother of all headaches beginning.

"What did he do?" Chuck groaned. Ellie turned on the TV, and they saw Moscow under attack by the same things that had carried this new Intersect to Chuck. "Dad," he groaned.

"He's going after mom," Ellie said, making Chuck blink his eyes and try to sit up. Sarah helped him.

"I don't understand," Sarah said.

"Years ago, our mother was kidnapped in Russia," Ellie explained. "We found out she was forced to stay or Chuck and I would be killed. A crazy weapon manufacture, Alexi Volkoff, fell in love with her. We know this, because she sent us information over the years. I've always thought the reasons the machines did what they did was to hide us from Volkoff. They tried to carry out Dad's thoughts when he entered the machines, but Dad…"

"Dad's mind is all over the place," Chuck added. Ellie nodded.

"So this time they're going for Volkoff," Sarah said. Ellie nodded again. Sarah looked at Chuck. "I'll get Hogan, looks like we're going to Moscow." Chuck stared at her. "Oh, don't you give me that look! You know you're going, and there's no way I'm letting you go alone! Plus if we leave Casey behind and there was a shootout…"

"He would be so mad," Chuck said, grinning. "The messed up Warriors three ride again?" Sarah nodded, grinning. "Admit, you missed it just a little, didn't you?" She bounced a shoulder and headed out.

"I'll tell Devon he has to watch all the kids," Ellie said. Chuck looked at her. "You sure aren't going without me." Chuck grinned at her as she walked over to her computer and started to do some work.

"Hold on, Mom, we're coming," Chuck said, as he watched Moscow in the monitor.

A/N: So the voice actor for Kratos from God of War is Christopher Judge who starred on Stargate SG-1. Cas mentioned replicators to me the other day and my mind went a million miles a minute. Look, I have no plot figured out, I have nothing, not even a crazy dream. If there's interest…I'll see what we can do… Hope you liked it, reviews and PMs are always welcomed…Take Care

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Child of Ragnarok; Loki x baby reader

Hey guys well here is another Loki fanfic for all of you out there. This one came as a Wattpad request yet again but after watching the Thor: Ragnarok trailer over 100 times I couldn’t help myself but based the request off of that plus one of my favorite movies “Kubo and the two strings” which I highly recommend watching if you haven’t already. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this request and all the fluffiness I have in store for upcoming fanfics in the next while :) Be weary of swear words.

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A child was born with the ultimate magic. Raised right and she would be bring about life and eternal light forever, but raised in the wrong hands and the child’s heart would become as black as night and bring about nothing but fear, despair and death to all that she knew.

The father, Loki knew of his daughter’s magic the moment she was born, he could feel it surging through her but that did not sway him nor treat her like a fragile china doll like Odin did for him. He loved his daughter with all his heart if not even more so.  Her mother died giving birth to such a powerful child and though he grieved for the loss of his wife, he saved himself and vowed that he would do whatever it took to raise his daughter right and keep her on the light.

But it was all too soon when Thor saw right through his façade as Odin and both he and Thor had to search for the real Odin because Thor had an inkling that something bad would soon fall upon Asgard. It was then he knew of a wizard, a sorcerer who could help track the All-father down but he also needed Loki with him because he alone knew of Odin’s condition.

In his room where a whole section was built like a nursery, Loki held his baby girl in his arms singing an ancient Asgardian lullaby Frigga once sang to him when he was a babe.  As he felt her doze off, he then saw Thor standing by the door and whispered as quietly as he could.

“It’s time Loki”. Loki narrowed his eyes at Thor but softened when he looked down at his sleeping angel.  He kissed her head and whispered.

“I love you as the stars shine in the sky” he then gently set her down in her crib as Lady Sif and the Warriors three came to defend the sleeping princess while the two Princes went to retrieve the All-father and restore peace to Asgard.

“We’ll keep an eye on the Princess my Prince, no harm shall come to her” stated Fandral.

“Thank you my friends” said Thor.  The four of them placed their right arm over their chests in a bow then before Loki left, he stopped and said.

“If I do find out that someone or something has laid even one hair on her head, you will all be stripped of your titles and banished into the most horrifying realm that not even Jotunheim can compare too”. 

When the Asgardian gods came to Midgard and sought help from the sorcerer known as Stephen Strange, they all walked the streets of New York hoping to find Odin, but neither of them were aware of who would find them first.

Eventually they did find him but he was almost unrecognizable plus his memory had been erased of who he was or who Thor and Loki were, Stephen offered the mortal All-father a place to rest in the NY Sanctum but before Thor and Loki joined them, Loki felt something.  He felt a dark power nearby.

“What is it Loki?”

“I feel like we are not alone Odinson, I feel a dark power nearby”.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know”. The two of them soon turned at an alleyway and suddenly they heard the sound of a portal opening behind them. They turned and saw someone coming out from it.  A woman wearing black with hints of green armor, she had long black hair and around her eyes they looked shadowed with death.

“Asgardians. You will soon fall” she said in a haunting voice.  Thor without warning threw his hammer towards her but what struck fear into both their hearts was that this woman actually stopped Mjolnir right in its path.  

She smirked wickedly at Thor’s horrified face then actually crushed his hammer into pieces sending a large amount of lightning everywhere knocking down the two Gods and destroying everything else in its path.

“The end has come, for the child I seek has been born”. And just like that the woman disappeared leaving behind two shocked Asgardians.

Loki’s eyes were horror stricken as he thought back on the woman’s words and knew exactly what she was talking about. Using his magic, he opened a portal to Asgard and Thor exclaimed out.

“Loki! Where are you going!?”

“Don’t you see? She’s after my daughter! She’s found out about her magic! I won’t abandon her for a bastard who never even cared for me! You can do what you want with the All-father but (y/n) needs me!” He then ran into his portal which then disappeared.

When Loki arrived in Asgard, he saw most of the Asgardian army, the best known fighters all lying dead around the palace, he quickly ran towards his room and saw Lady Sif and the warriors three all lying down wounded badly.  Sif groaned and looked up to see Loki standing before her.

“Where did she go!?” sneered Loki.

“She came out of nowhere, ahh—I’m so sorry Loki, we tried. But she’s far stronger than any of us”.

“Not my rage”.  Loki then raced back outside when suddenly he was tangled up in chains and brought down to his knees as a haunting chuckle was heard from above.

“Look at this, I come fishing for a babe and all I reel in as a Frost Giant runt”. Loki glared hatefully at the woman seeing her holding his daughter in her arms as she continued to mock him “how pathetic that this Puny God is what bared such a powerful child”.

“This Puny god will TEAR YOU APART!!!” Loki ripped the chain off him and leaped at the woman with his daggers in hand.  The woman then side-kicked Loki in his ribs sending him skidding across the floor.

“Any man who’s willing to attack a woman with a child in her arms must be such a brute. What do you say little one?” The woman said to (y/n) who only stared back with confusion and tears forming in her eyes.  Painfully Loki sat back up and snarled out.

“Who are you?”

“How quickly they forget, after all it was Asgardians who imprisoned me but it has been a few millennia’s and no one likes to remember a figure of Hel. My name Frost giant is Hela, and with your child I shall bring bout the end of your world for what they have done to me. Asgard is dead”. With that last remark she disappeared as Loki cried out his daughter’s name and just lay there in shock of how he failed to protect his little girl.

Back on Earth, Doctor Strange had just returned cleaning up the mess from the alleyway that Hela destroyed and continuing some research on this woman when a knock was heard at the front door.

When he opened it, Loki stood there but he was surprised to see that the God of Mischief that had once brought an entire alien army to Earth a few years back was now standing before him a broken God, a father who had just lost his child.

“I need your help Doctor” he said.

In the library, Stephen picked up his book and said.

“So you said this woman’s name is Hela and she wishes to bring bout the end of the Gods”.

“She means to start Ragnarok, and my daughter’s magic could help her make it a reality, but first she has to convert her in her realm of Helheim”.

“You do realize killing her won’t be easy because according to you she’s already pissed off that you’re people imprisoned her for over 3000 years”.

“But I did come across something in your vault that could put a stop to her, the Blade of Valor, an Elven weapon made by the Light elves of Álfheimr. It’s said to be so strong, it’s blade is completely unbreakable and with its power it can kill anything even a god”.

“So that’s what that thing is, I always wondered why a random sword was chosen to be a relic. I mean swords can do a lot on their own I just never heard of a one being a relic”.

“Can I have the sword or not!?” Loki demanded.

“Only problem there Loki, the relics choose their wielder, and they will choose you when they know you’re ready. Wong once told me that the last time a person chose a relic early, their powers were drained so badly that they were nothing but dust in the end. I was fortunate that my relic didn’t do that to me, but it does sometimes have anger issues at times”. The collar of his cape slapped Stephen’s cheek making him cry out. “It’s true!” He then turned back to Loki and said, “You sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m not doing it for Asgard, I’m doing it for my daughter”. The two sorcerers then went to the relic vault and there in one of the glass containers stood a mighty sword.  A nice curved blade with a long decorative elvish vine design from the fuller to the rain guard, the grips’ color was brown with golden engravings on it and actually written on the blade itself was in the language of the Light elves that read.

‘Let evil die and the Light endure, for the Blade of Valor shall not deter’.  Loki turned to Strange and Strange opened the case and nodded for Loki to take it. Loki reached out for it and grabbed the grip and took it out of the case.

The words began to glow green like Loki’s magic and he could feel the sword trying to accept him then the light died down and Loki felt the one thing he never had with Mjolnir.

He was worthy.

“Allow me to help you”.

“This doesn’t concern you, you’ll only get yourself killed”.

“Try me Beyoncé”. Loki looked at Strange confused then he continued, “Besides you let this Hela come to my world and I won’t take that lying down so I’m helping whether you like it or not”.

“Fine, but you are to do everything I say, no questions asked, understood?” said Loki as he now had the sword tied to his back.

“I’m not really a follower but I will help your daughter”.

“Then let’s go, Doctor Strange”.  It was then the two men disappeared in green light and were now standing in Helheim.

“So I guess the saying Hell freezes over is true then” stated Strange as Helheim was a frost covered realm instead of the typical fiery pit that movies and TV always make it seem.

“Her palace is ahead, but it won’t be easy to get in without being seen”.

“Leave that to me, I know you just want your daughter so leave the zombies to me, you just find your daughter”.

“Are you sure you’re up for this Strange?”

“Totally, it’s gonna be fun, plus I can brag to Wong how I’m living out Walking Dead and he is not”.  The two of them treaded on through the harsh winter winds until they stood before Hela’s palace.  “So you know where your daughter’s being kept at exactly?”

“She was born with a powerful aura, I’ll be able to track that. I just hope I get to her in time before I lose my baby forever”.

“I’ll buy you as much time as I can, so you better put your magic to good use Trickster”.  Stephen then flew down towards the palace and using his sorcery he caused an explosion of magic to draw out the guards so that they would move away from their posts giving Loki the chance to get inside.

When Loki saw the guards all following Strange, he faded in green light and soon teleported himself from the ridge to the main floor of the palace.  He could hear the sounds of a baby crying and muttered his daughter’s name and took off running towards it.

He turned down a corridor and opened up the main door and there at the center of the room his baby girl still wrapped in her blanket was placed on a transmutation circle that would drain her light magic and turn it into dark magic and with that power, Hela would claim it for herself and bring bout the end of the Gods.

“(Y/n)”. He ran towards his daughter only to be once again wrapped up in chains.  He then saw that his daughter was nothing but an illusion as she vanished into thin air and he was now being lifted into the air as Hela’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“I have crushed being that could fit all nine realms in the palm of their hand,” as Loki was brought right up to Hela (she now has the full badass headdress on) she placed her sword at his neck lifting his head up as she continued, “Fighting you will bring me no honor”.

It was then Loki spinned himself around and used both of his feet to kick Hela in the stomach freeing him from his bounds and landed skillfully on the ground and he snarled as he withdrew the Blade of Valor.

“Imagine how you’re going to feel when you lose!” He then charged at Hela and their two swords collided with each other as the two of them fought.

Using her second weapon The Reaper of Souls, (A/N: basically imagine a Kusarigama with a kama on one end and an iron claw-hand on the other) she shot the iron claw at Loki who managed to block it sending right back to Hela but she took back control of it and spun it around with her sword at her other hand.

“Seems to me you’ve already lost! Your child is now mine” Loki’s eyes widened in horror but then turned to pure hatred as he charged at Hela roaring at her.  As the two continued to battle it out, Hela continued to torment Loki. “You abandoned her when you left her on your quest to save the All-father. You’re no better than when your own Father Laufey abandoned you!” Loki used a wall as leverage as he flew in the air roaring angrily ready to strike down Hela but she suddenly disappeared.

Loki took the sword in hand cautiously looking around as he walked forward and sneered.

“Who’s the coward now you bitch!?” Unaware that she had blended into the shadows but he suddenly caught a sense of her magic and growled and managed to turn around and block Hela from striking her sword on him in the nick of time.

Loki glared at Hela with hateful eyes and she returned with bloodlust wanting to end this fight so that she could get what she wanted. Loki kicked her in the gut and Hela returned the favor with a flying roundhouse sending Loki into a pillar and cracking it in the process.  He slowly got up and took the sword again and charged at Hela.

Now using her reaper chain, she shot the Iron claw at Loki who blocked it with the Blade of Valor but he was shocked to see the claws actually grab the blade and take it out of his grasp sending it flying to the other side of the room.  Loki was defenseless.  Hela sent out the Kama end towards him but Loki vanished into green light.

Hela was baffled when suddenly a chain was wrapped around her throat, Loki had all this time given a clone of himself fighting Hela while he waited for the right moment to sneak attack her.  Using all his strength he swung the chain towards another pillar and Hela slammed face first into it before falling down to the ground.

Loki got on top of her and wound the chain further around her neck and pulled backwards hoping to choke her but one of the points of her headdress spurted out a blade point and slashed Loki across his eye forcing him to release Hela.  He held his eye on pain as Hela levitated into the air with her Reaper weapon out once more as she said.

“It never fails to amaze me how creatures like you fight so hard just to die another day”.

“We creatures have purposes that are worth fighting for”.  Loki released his hand from his eye revealing his new scar that with from the top of his eyebrow straight down to his sharp cheekbone.  He then took notice that just a few feet behind Hela was the Blade embedded into the ground.

“There is nothing in any realm worth anything!” She shot out the iron claw end towards Loki who leaped out of the way, went up the chain before flipping over Hela’s head and reached out his hand for the Blade but he was suddenly the iron claw of Hela’s weapon deeply gauged itself into Loki’s side.  

He cried out in pain as Hela gave her chain a yank pulling Loki further away from the sword until he fell to the ground in pain just barely a foot from the blade. He could feel its powerful magic beginning to drain his life. Weakly Loki crawled like a wounded dog towards the sword as best as he could as Hela stated.

“You have become a nuisance to me Loki of Jotunheim, had you not had your daughter you could’ve defeated me. But love has made you weak!”

“No!” Hela then pulled on the chain bring Loki up towards her but he wielded his sword proudly as he snarled “IT MADE ME STRONGER!!” And with a skillfully swipe with the Blade of Valor, Hela was defeated.

Loki now lay there wounded and his life draining from him.  It was then Strange came in with something in his arms.

“Loki!” He saw the God of Mischief laying there on the ground and ran towards him holding his cloak of Levitation tightly in his arms.  Loki weakly opened his eyes to see Stephen kneeling down beside him.  “What happened?”

“It is finished” he whispered.

“You mean you really—”

“Yes. She is dead, I finished her with the Blade of Valor, but it’s still too late, I’ve lost my daughter forever”.

“Ohhh I wouldn’t say that,” Stephen then revealed from his cloak Loki’s daughter happily babbling.  “I found her just before they were doing the ceremony, not a trace of dark magic is in her. In fact I found a way to expulse it from her forever, she’s safe and sound”.  Loki looked up in shock to see his baby girl alive and with no more trace of dark magic within her.

Suddenly he groaned as his wound was becoming too agonizing and Stephen finally took notice of it.

“Oh God you’re hurt, hold on I can fix—”

“You can’t do anything Strange, no one can”.

“What do you mean?”

“Her weapon, the Reaper of Souls, its magic is irreversible. As we speak my soul is being drained and soon I’ll be gone. There is no hope for me now. I may have been able to fool Thor of my death many times but for my daughter there is no trickery involved. I vowed to always protect her even if it meant dying so that she could live”.  His daughter sensing her father was in pain, reached out to him whimpering with tears in her eyes.  Loki smiled and reached out for her and brought her close and said to her. “My (y/n), my darling baby girl. Do not weep for me, you must be strong now, I want you to promise me that you’ll be strong and be brave in all that you do. Be a better person than your father was”.  (Y/n) babbled sadly as she touched his face with her hands making Loki smile a pained smile.

“Loki—”

“Stephen Strange, I am giving you the most precious thing I have to offer. Please watch over her, keep her safe, no matter what”. Stephen knew he couldn’t save Loki, he was still learning himself and couldn’t risk having his own child watch her own father die in front of her nodded at Loki and vowed.

“I promise Master Loki” calling him that Loki knew that he had been accepted as a brother to Stephen in the ways of sorcery and magic. Loki took in one last breath of life before finally slipping into darkness.

(Y/n) reached out for her father and touched her father’s wound with her hand before she was picked up by Stephen and tears fell down her face as she cried.  He held little (y/n) close to him and turned away trying to hold back his tears when suddenly something happened.

A Light shined through the room and there stood a woman with long blond hair and gentle blue eyes.  She wore a royal blue Asgardian dress with golden armor around her. She walked towards Loki and knelt down beside him and touched his wound and it began to glow.

Once the Light dimmed down, his wound was healed and light came back to his skin as he suddenly gasped in air and panted heavily startling Stephen as he saw the God of Mischief waking up.

“Loki? You alright?”

“I—I saw,” he then turned around and saw the woman smiling down at him.  His eyes widened and he muttered, “Mother”.

She nodded as she smiled lovingly and touched her son’s cheek gingerly.

“But—how is this possible?” Frigga then looked to her granddaughter and Stephen said.

“No it—it can’t be, that’s impossible”.

“But it is, she called my mother’s spirit from Valhalla to heal me, didn’t you?” (Y/n) reached out for her father laughing and gurgling happily.  Loki smiled then Stephen handed Loki back his daughter and he held her tightly as he said, “you saved me baby girl, thank you” Loki kissed his daughter multiple times before turning to his mother’s spirit and just couldn’t find the words to say.

Before he could speak, she placed her hand over his lips and looked at him with a face that said she forgave him.  She then leaned forward and kissed the top portion of where his new scar was then smiled down at her granddaughter and kissed her as well before disappearing and her spirit headed back to Valhalla.

A tear ran down Loki’s face as he finally got to see his mother forgive him after everything he had done and said to her. He smiled down at his daughter and said.

“You truly are a gift from Valhalla my little one”.

[ladyloki83]

Family Drama (You Are a Fool)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Past:

ASGARD:

Loki was able to spend time with all her children until the day the healers told her that she would have to stay in bed and off her feet. It was past the time that her child should have been born and she was getting frustrated about lying in bed not able to use her magic to protect herself from harm's way. Sif had been acting so unlike herself since the truth about herself and Thor had come out. The warrior three took it better than expected and welcome Loki in this form but Sif saw it as a cruel prank.

Loki was sleeping when someone entered their room unknown to her that they were there to kill her. The dagger was about to touch her stomach when they were throw away from her by some kind of force.

"Who is here?" They asked.

You believe that I can be easily killed. My mother may not be able to use her magic right now but I can. Tell me Angrboda why do you use Sif body like that.

Angrboda spirit decided to leave Sif body causing her to clasps to the ground. Loki awoke to the sound and saw that Sif was on the ground with a dagger in her hand. Loki realized that her child's magic was getting stronger and she had just saved their life as she had slept. Loki called for the guards to take Sif to the healer's room and to have Thor summoned.

Thor arrived to see Loki had a dagger in her hand just staring at it.

"What happen, my love?"

Loki looked at him then back to the dagger, "Thor, my magic is still not right I need you to talk to our daughter about how this came to be in Lady Sif hands."

"What? How can I speak to her the only time I've been able to be when your son is with us?"

"Thor, you can do this on your own I have faith in you. Gently touch my stomach and use your magic that you have to reach out to her like to do for Mjolnir. Concentrate, Thor."

And Thor did as Loki had asked of him.

~ Hello father.

Thor smile up at Loki and said "I heard her."

"You fool of course you did. Now ask her what happened while I was asleep." said Loki and Thor nodded.

Daughter can you tell me what happened while your mother was asleep?

~Yes, but father there are things I cannot speak about. I can say that Lady Sif was not herself. And mother is right about where the dagger came from. But it was stole from its place and she would love to have it returned to her.

"She said that Lady Sif was not herself."

"Thor, what else did she say?"

"That you are right about where the dagger came from. Only that it was stolen and she would love for it to be returned to her."

Loki truly hate this form she was always crying for all these stupid reasons but these were tears of joy for soon she may be able to see her daughter Hel.

"Loki, what is wrong? Why do you cry?"

"You fool why you must ask question to matters that you should already understand."

"Loki." Thor growled hating how Loki would always reminded him of how simple minded he was.

Loki rolled her eyes but decided to just answer him this time. "There is still hope in my life Thor. Hel wants to see me and our little one has just told us both that we will one day see Hel."

Thor decided not to speak and just hold Loki until he was sure that she was not longer in tears. It was then that he spoke saying that he would talk to the Al-father and see when they could travel and see Hel. Then making sure that Loki was sleeping before leaving to check on Lady Sif. Thor walked out of their room and hope that rumors would not be passing through the palace about Sif and Loki. When he arrived at the healer's room he spotted Sif trying to leave against their orders. She couldn't understand how she had ended up there when the last thing she remembered was that she was going to Thor room to speak to him about the rumors she heard about the baby not being Thor. But she never got to Thor's room from her memories.

"Lady Sif, calm yourself the healers must run the test. Someone took control of you and you tried to kill my child and Loki."

Everyone in the room gasped for the news had yet to get to them.

"My Lord, shall we call the guards to take her to the dungeons when we are done healing her." ask a Healer.

Thor did not know what the right thing to do was so he said, "Check for any dark spells that may have been used on her. I heard from a witness that Sif was not herself."

The Healers got to work and found that there was a dark spell on Sif that was used repeatedly on her and that there was no one that would be able to remove it for it was done by someone that was dead. But they were able to place spell on her to alarm them when she was used again. Thor left to speak to Odin but not before telling the healers to let Sif return to her home.

Upon entering the throne room Thor was greeted with his father and Heimdall which was odd for he never left his post.

"Thor, you have no need to inform me I know what has happened and you along with the Warrior's Three will go to Niflheim to speak to Hel. No Loki, cannot leave this realm in her condition and your mother is staying with her until your return."

"When do we leave?"

"Now."

"But I..."

"Now quickly say your goodbyes and meet the other at the Bifrost for Heimdall will send you to where you need to go."

Thor did as he was told said good bye to his love and daughter and left with the Warrior's Three. Loki was angry that she couldn't go with them and Frigga was there reminding her to think of her daughters' health. Loki looked at her mother and knew that she had to stay calm the last thing she wanted was for the baby to come before Thor could return.

"Mother, you know how Thor is. I know he won't hurt Hela but that doesn't mean he will not start a fight. He wants and believe he needs fight to win. I'm always there to save him or stop the battle before it starts."

"Loki, he will have to learn to do these things on his own if he wants to be king. He can't always depend on you to be by his side. You will need to raise your daughter I will help and when she is old enough to not need you at her side then and only then will be able to join Thor in battle."

Loki looked at her mother in understanding and sat by her then moved to lay her head on Frigga lap. "Mother, I hate this body I don't feel like myself all these emotions are not normal to me. How can you handle it all?"

Frigga ran a hand through Loki's hair and replied "Time, it takes time Loki. Now please you need to relax your due to bring this child into the world and I believe that you would rather Thor be here to hold her first."

Loki just laid there in her mother's lap and fell asleep to Frigga singing to her. It would be days before Thor could return to them. Of course as always he had to start a fight which caused Hela to find him to be handsome and she wanted to have him. But Hela would never do anything until her father was done with him. Hela could wait she had time in her hand.

Thor Returns

Loki was sleeping when Thor stormed into their room upon his return. Thor stood on Loki side of the bed and kneel to place a gentle kiss on Loki's head. Loki slowly began to wake she noticed that the scent of Thor was strong in the room opening her eyes she smiled "Thor, you are back."

"Yes, my love. How is our daughter?"

"Waiting for her father to return." Loki got a closer look at him and saw that he was hurt, "Thor, what did you do? Tell me you did not start a war with my daughter."

"I did not start anything with your daughter just ran into a few past enemies of ours that would not let me past. But in the end your daughter came to the save us." he said as he caressed her cheek.

Loki was about to say something to Thor when she felt a sharp pain. "Oh no, not now. Thor, I need you to take me to the healer room before my water breaks."

"It's too late my love."

"Thor, I can't do this make the pain go away."

"Loki, you did once before I know you can do this."

"You fool, I was a horse and that was nothing like this."

The doors were pushed open and Frigga entered telling Thor to move so that she can help Loki. Thor moved to his side of the bed to crawl closer to Loki and sit behind her to help her push when their mother told her too. It took a few hours but Helga was born. Loki wanted to honor the two important women in her life so she name her daughter after them both.