#now the richest brother bought a piece of land last year

[kabretoss]

Why is family like that

[yetanotherhiddlestoner]

                            The Asgardian and his Atlantean.

  (First time writing a marvel related story and and LokiXreader one at that. So forgive the way it is. I got bored one night watching Atlantis on Disney that I came up with this mixture of a story. Hope you enjoy I own nothing of marvels or disney’s. This story is also on my Wattpad -https://www.wattpad.com/user/HatterMoon )

Life at Stark Tower was good for you. All the Avengers loved you and they treated you like family. You loved helping out Tony the most with his suits and helping him advance the technology. This morning started like any other day, you woke before the sun had started to shine in the sky, you check your pendent. A couple more days before you need to be returning home.

You prepared breakfast for everyone, despite being told numerous times that you didn't need to do it.

You made sure to brew enough coffee for everyone as they all seem to need it first thing in the morning. You preferred tea to start your day, and so they have gifted you your own tea pot and tea set at Christmas.

The first to wander in was Nat, still in his PJ's with messy hair and rubbing her eyes, you chuckle silently. "Morning Nat. Sleep well?" She mumbled a reply, followed by the words "Need Coffee" One by one all the Avengers entered the common room, some more awake then others. "Tony where is Steve and Bucky?" Wanda asks as you take in notice that you are two short. "They left on a mission last night so for the time being it will just be us." Tony answers "Good Morning Y/N." Bruce said as he come to stand beside you. "Morning Bruce. I might need the lab later today to test out some test for healing drinks is that fine with you? "Hey I only borrow the Lab myself you best ask Tony since you know, he owns it" "I know but you are the one in there most of the time. It feels like I am invading  your space" "You can use the Lab Y/N. Do I need to remind you that you live here, you do not have to ask to use something." Tony said as he had overheard the conversation. You smile at him. Tony had become like a father figure to you over the years. "Thanks Tony."

It's not long before they all go off and do their own things, Clint goes to the shooting range, Natasha and Wanda go to the training, Bruce to the lab and Tony goes to the armory, leaving you to do your own thing. It unusually quiet this day. You so used to Bucky keeping you company while you wander through various jobs that need doing.

As the day went on you made your way down to the lab for a few hours, The Avengers went on a small mission, leaving you alone. As much as you hated them going on missions you enjoyed the quiet. You took note of the potions and ingredients and the ones that needed restocking.

"Miss Y/N. They will be returning shortly. I was informed by Mr Stark" "Thank you Jarvis, will they be requiring my assistance?"

"I am unsure Miss Y/N best to be prepared in case" You nod and gather a couple of jars in your hand and take them to the Med-bay.

"Hey kid we're home" Tony called out through the building. You make your way to them to see Nat and Clint heading to the med-bay, limping.

"There is a new stock of healing potions in there for you guys to try if you want." You smile and they nod at you as you continue your way to Tony. "How did it go Tony?" "Wasn't our best, wasn't as small as we had predicted." "That bad?" "You could say ,might be a problem in the future but not right now, also kid we have a new person for you to meet. They will be staying here for a while." He said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. "Oh?" Now you were curious. "Yeah its Thor's brother, Loki. He will be arriving later today. If you want to join us in collecting him you are more than welcomed." "I might just do that. It has been awhile since I left the tower and I will be returning home in a couple days to grab supplies, So you will have to survive without me for about a week" Tony chuckles "You mean we have to cook our own breakfast? Oh no how will we survive." You roll your eyes at the sarcasm but smile. He pats your back as he walks out of the common room.

You head to your room and rest for a while, you slowly starting to feel the drain on your body. Closing your eyes you dream of your home, your friends and family.

A knock on your door alerts you to wake up. "Hey Lady Y/N, Stark told me to come and grab you." Only one person calls you by that nickname and its Thor so its no surprise when you open the door and see him there. "Please Thor call me Y/N. No need for formalities." "No. Lady Y/N we will be leaving soon, walk with me to the landing dock?" You nod and allow Thor to lead you to the Quin-jet. "So your brother is joining the Avengers?"

"Sadly no, he will be helping out on missions but will not be a Avenger. He is barely happy about helping us. He might even be able to help you in the Lab and with the suits." "I doubt Tony will allow anyone to touch his suits, do you remember the trouble I had when I fixed his suit the first time, I was all but grounded" "I am sure you could convince Tony to allow Loki to help?" "Ah the God of Mischief and Tony Stark agreeing on something. Is this not the same Loki that attacked New York?" You joke to the god of thunder. "The same one, I would like to think that Tony will one day sort of agree with him, he has done his time on Asgard and Father thinks this will help him amend the past." You stay quiet, you had not been here when the New York attack happened, that was the week Tony had sent you home to grab supplies, but he had filled you in on some of the details.

"Lady Y/N if you may" Thor says gesturing to the seat "We will betaking off soon." You smile and get strapped in to your seat. You stay quiet for the flight, everyone around is chatting between themselves, and joking. You pick up on bits and pieces here and thereof what they discussing.

"We might as well have a party for Reindeer games arrival." Tony says loud enough for everyone to hear. "Another party Tony? Must we, you know Loki won't like it" Nat says glaring at the male beside her. "Another reason to have it. He needs to get over it and show us that he is changing. So a party is the perfect way to do it." You sometimes wondered what went though Tony's head some days. He had to host a party for everything. He even held one for you when you finally agreed to help them. FLASHBACK It took a lot of convincing and asking for you to accept Mr. Starks offer to work for him. Some how your little secret was out in the open and now you had the richest man in the area, all but begging you to join his crew. "We could use a smart woman like you on the team. You would have your own room, hell I will even give you your own floor for your technology and gear." "Mr. Stark as much as I would love to join, I am afraid I will never fit in." "Why because your Atlantean? You do know Thor is a god, Bruce is the Hulk. You would fit in fine. I do not care what you are or where you come from."

You look at him and then look away to your garage filled with old Atlantean war machines. You could use a bigger place for them to be stored while you fix them up and get them back in the air. "Could I bring all this? I have worked to hard to give up" You wave your hands round the room. "Not to the tower, but I have a compound that we can store them at and you can go there and work on them whenever you need." "Alright Mr. Stark. I will accept." "Great and call me Tony. I will start arranging the transportation of your vehicles and your personal belongings. Please excuse me" You watch him walk out, a bit stunned at how quickly he got to setting everything up.

ENDOF FLASHBACK.

You feel Thor tapping your shoulder, you glance at him "Yes?" "We will be landing soon. Are you ok? You seem to be a bit distracted?" "Oh its all good Thor, I was just thinking." "As long as you are well Lady Y/N" A few moments alter you have landed and everyone has started leaving the Quin-jet. You look around you, nothing but grasslands for miles. Next thing you see a giant beam of light land on the ground ahead of you and in a flash it is gone, leaving nothing but a raven hair man in green armor.

Loki.

"Brother it is nice to see you again." Thor approaches the man alone. "Thor. I see you bought the whole team for this arrival. Couldn't trust me enough to come alone?" "It is not like that Loki. Do not start this" You watch the interaction between the brothers as does everyone else. No-one moves to greet him. "Come now Brother, there is someone I wish for you to meet." Thor looks in your direction. They make their way over to you. "Brother is is Lady Y/N." You bow a bit to Loki, knowing of his royal title, you have no choice but to. "Your Highness, nice to meet you" "Lady Y/N you do not need to bow to him." "Best you listen to my brother Mortal" Loki said with a smugness. You raise your head and you feel his eyes trail to your neck. You see the realization kick in once he sees your pendent. "You're Atlantean?"

[silvertaetae]

Rosé and Rolexes {Preview}

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (Arranged Marriage!)

Warnings: Love to Hate, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Lots of Arguing, Alcohol, Reader gets mad and throws Tae’s gucci slides out a window.

Summary: The Parks and the Kims had always been enemies. The two most powerful businesses is South Korea, but when a scare erupts in both companies they’re left to fix it somehow. That somehow is Kim Taehyung the one person you hate more than anything in this world. His arrogant, cocky, blunt, rude and most importantly he’s your new husband? As you’re forced too be with this man will you two finally bury the hatchet or will this end in more flames then it started?

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Being wealthy is not always fun.

It’s not always, glitz and glamor.

It’s not always getting what you want or what you need.

It’s just about having money.

That’s it’s.

You may have money, but it doesn’t mean that you have all the power. You can be a pawn for someone else’s gain and that’s exactly what’s happened to you. Your grandfather had hit it big when he bought a piece of what he thought was crappy land which actually turned out to be sitting on one of the biggest oil mines in South Korea. Causing him to go from low class farmer to one of South Korea’s richest men. He ran his business well and always stayed humble throughout.

Giving to the little people and still keeping his business a float. Your grandfather was your biggest hero and even after his untimely death at the age of eighty three from heart failure, he remained your biggest inspiration.

Your father, sadly, had lost some of his humbleness being surrounded with riches at the ripe age of fifteen. He basically got everything handed to him by his mother.

He still remained sympathetic to the people who worked hard to make an earnest living, but he seemed to have forgotten the days where he would stay outside for hours on end working so his family could barely get by. His thoughts had been more preoccupied with how to get money and how fast he could get it. In the first two years since the death of your grandfather he had doubled the money Park Enterprise was sitting on.

He moved your family to a bigger mansion when you were seven and your brother Jimin was eight, making you uncomfortable with having to go to an even fancier private school.

Since that day, all you can remember is the diamonds, glitter and gold thrown at you, but you always remember losing all your friends and your parents not being around as much anymore. You remember being on magazines, but not being able to go out and get a simple ice cream cone without being followed. You don’t even remember the last time you had fast food.

Caviar was no longer something that you dreamed of having.

It was lunch.

All the things you had enjoyed even when you were rich, had not been taken away because of a spotlight. Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse. They did.

Around the time of your sixteenth birthday another family had hit the nail on money, but they made their money in real estate.

The Kims.

They built condos and apartment complexes. Even building houses for upcoming celebrities. They were stupid rich and seemed to be competition for the title of richest family in South Korea.

People buzzed about a non-existent feud between you two. Everyone discussed the fall of the Park Dynasty or the Kim Empire.

Your father at first brushed off the talk. Treating it like the gossip it was, but when there was an accidental scare about a certain place where your family was digging and how the Kims could lose money, they both came together to show the press there was no bad blood. As well as, becoming business partners, working together to build upon their massive wealth.

Jimin had even became close to their son.

Kim Taehyung.

The one person you hated more than anyone else in the world.

He was obnoxious, arrogant, spoiled and more than anything he was full of himself.

He always walked around, dressed head to toe in Gucci, thinking that this was his world and never considered the thoughts or feelings of others.

He was unapologetically blunt and said whatever he wanted, and you hated it.

He on the other hand, enjoyed watching you get frustrated with him over his presence. He saw this as a game.

One that he wasn’t willing to lose or so you both thought.

That was up until both companies almost lost everything they had.

Your father and his had made a bad investment and the fear their empires crumbling seemed inevitable, but they made it back.

Rising higher in glory, but it still scared both of them. Made them look past what was just in front of them and into what their companies would look years from now. Which is how you ended up in this situation.

“Jimin what do you think dad wants?” You look down at the carpet below you. Tip of your heel tapping against the floor as you tap the arm of the chair.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be fine! He never calls me to his office. Last time he did, it was because I had almost crashed his Lamborghini.” Jimin was silent and you groaned, sliding into the chair.

“Okay so maybe it’s something big, but it can’t be that bad.” You pout and put your head on Jimin’s shoulder.

“I never thought I would see Y/N pout?” You freeze at the sound of the familiar voice. You open your eyes only to be met Taehyung’s.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You growl, snapping your head off of Jimin’s shoulder.

“I’m as clueless as you are Y/N. I literally just got here.” He sat down on the leather couch opposite of you. Arrogant smile painting his face.

“Why didn’t tell me you were coming man. I could’ve warned her.” Jimin leaned forward and you rolled your eyes. Not understanding how someone as nice as Jimin could be friends with someone as vile as Taehyung.

“I got the call about twenty minutes ago. My dad is in there and he asked me to come.” Your eyebrow arches up and you feel your nerves shoot up again. Heel starting it tapping again. “Calm down. I’m sure it’s something like making a public appearance. Showing the mixture of the family or something like that.”

“I haven’t been called to his office in almost five years.” You mumble out completely ignoring that you were talking to Taehyung.

“Y/N, you’re going to be okay. I promise. As your big brother I swear nothing bad will happen.” You nod, leg still twitching. It’s silent for a while and you see Taehyung squirm on the couch. His thumbs meeting trying to calm his nerves.

“Y/N. Taehyung.” You jump slightly turning your head over to look at Taehyung’s dad who had a small smile on smile. “I need you two in here.” You look at Jimin and Taehyung before looking back at Mr. Kim. You both hesitantly get up and walk into the office.

You fidget slightly and Taehyung grabs your shoulder and you freeze.

“You’ll be okay. I’m sure of it.” He gives you a small smile and you nod slightly, before walking over to your father’s desk.

“Y/N! Taehyung! It’s so good to see you two in the same room without fighting.” You inwardly roll your eyes at his statement. “Sit. Go ahead.” You do, legs crossing in anticipation. You can hear Mr. Kim coming from behind you two, before he finally sits in the chair next to Taehyung.

“You look nervous Y/N?” Mr. Kim says, a smile still on his face. “Are you okay?” You’re silent and you stare at your heels again.

“Answer Mr. Kim Y/N.” You’re fathers more authoritarian tone kicked in and you immediately snap up.

“I’m fine sir, sorry.” You nod your head and make eye contact with Tae who looked almost...angered?

“I’m so sorry for her behavior. She’s never been a people person, but maybe she can be after this.” You finally rip your eyes away from Tae and Mr. Kim, looking back at your father in confusion. “We have good news you two.”

“Y/N, you’re father and I came on to an agreement in a way that could save both of our business.” You look at Taehyung who’s already staring at you with the same confusion.

“You two are getting married!”

You freeze for a solid minute before your able to understand the words that left your father's mouth.

“I’m sorry-what?” Taehyung ask as your mouth hangs open.

“You and Y/N are getting married. Isn’t that exciting?”

“I’m sorry. WHAT?!” You both yelled shooting out of the chairs.

“I can barely stand him?! Why him? Why not Jungkook or Seonghwa!?”

“Y/N! Show some respect!” Your father stares almost in shock at your reaction. You weren’t expecting to hear Taehyung laugh.

“What was all that about Jinsoul and Jung’s huh? You’d of course marry me to my best friend's baby sister!” The room is silent and you feel the tension.

“Taehyung.” His father cuts in. “I won’t be around forever and neither will Y/N’s father. We need to know that everything we’ve made won’t go down the drain once we pass our companies on.” You wince at Mr. Kim's words.

“Dad-”

“You don’t get to choose what you want this time. It’s yes or yes.” You’re stunned at the way Mr. Kim speaks to Taehyung. It’s almost as if he looks down upon his own child. You thought you were the only kid going through things like that.

“Then what about me huh? Where’s my say?”

“You don’t get one.” Your father says almost annoyed. You clench your jaw and you see Taehyung’s fist clench. “Now if you two are done. It will be announced tomorrow.” You look at Taehyung only to see his head hanging and jaw shut tight. “The wedding will be taking place in a couple months. We’ll give the exact date when everything is planned.”

This had to be a dream.

You wanted to open your eyes and wake up in your bed.

“That will be all.”

Then reality hit you.

You’re about to marry the one person you despise more than anyone else.

Lucky you.

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A/N: Sorry for being gone for so long! I have another account and school work and sports. It’s a lot, but I’m glad I can be back! Please be safe and stay healthy! I love you all!💓

[lisinfleur]

Inevitable

The request:

Author’s Notes | The mourning moment doesn't always have to be terrible. Sometimes, we're just saying goodbye. Sometimes, it's just "see you soon"... Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @silly-bullshit-collector​ for 5CW7 Words | 1538 ⁑ Warnings: HEAVY ANGST. Mentions of death.

Lilies.

She used to like them more than the other flowers. So, he gathered some with his sons' help. His old and thick fingers were still able to braid them into a crown with some other flowers to make it more colored. But this time, it wasn't for her smiles...

The elder king wasn't able to drag himself around anymore. Nor walk with his heavy braces recently abandoned despite his wounded pride. But Ivar knew she wouldn't mind having four of the beautiful and strong sons she gave him carrying his chair towards the beach that day, such as she didn't mind smiling at him when they were younger and he was dragging himself in mud and horse shit around.

She was with him since the beginning. Ivar smiled remembering this...

"From the very beginning to the very end," he muttered, placing the beautiful crown of colored flowers in her head, replacing the metal crown that would remember the gods she was his queen.

The gorgeous metallic jewel he ordered for her when the time of his crowning, he placed in between her hands, taking a moment to caress them one more time.

One last time.

Her skin wasn't that soft or clean as he could remember from the first time he touched her. There were marks of working, marks of time... But no other hand would ever fit his palm as hers. No other woman would ever hold his hands with such tenderness. But his heart wasn't sad about this fact. Instead, there was pride inside of his chest. Ivar was proud to say she was the only one who ever conquered his heart. He was proud to declare he was blessed by the gods with her presence throughout his whole life and he was able to keep the gift the gods gave to him until the very day when they decided to take it back.

While his sons and daughters - all the many she promised him! - were walking around the boat, spreading goods and gifts and her favorite things to go with her, Ivar spent his time settling her dress the way she liked. Tied, not too tight, not too loose as well.

"The perfect tightness to show your beauty and hide what would instigate the desires," he smiled, remembering her words when he first saw her tying her dress after one night by his side.

The first night of her life.

He was the first and the only. And he was proud of it.

His younger daughter delivered in his hand her favorite hair comb. A beautiful jewel he gave her when they were celebrating their first year of a marriage that lasted decades. She still had it, perfectly preserved despite the fact that she would always wear it whenever there was something important for them to attend.

Ivar smiled at the small piece, slowly placing it in her hair, straightening the strands now stained in white.

She was growing old faster than him, Ivar knew that, but she was a strong woman, mother of twelve, eight of them alive, two of them defeated, two of them lost. Scars in her heart that she never really forgot such as the others were jewels she never got tired of celebrating. Her children were her pride. And his as well.

Ivar looked around seeing all the eight of them working around. Two daughters, six sons. All strong women and men, well raised. The older of them already reigning by his side and two of them had come just because of her departure, but soon they would be back to their own kingdoms... His daughters? One of them well married just like her mother, mother of four already, carrying the fifth in her belly. The other, like him, a conqueror, resembling his brother Björn and his thirst to explore the oceans and find new lands, new cultures...

His eyes kept running the beach, his grandsons messing with the shells and stones, gathering gifts to bring to her boat by themselves. Some of them closer to the time to receive their armlets and start their lives. Some of them with childish tears in their eyes...

It was a sad day for the kingdom, a sad day for his family. But Ivar smiled.

"You made me a blessed man... A rich man. Look at them, my beloved... Look at all the gifts you made me," he spoke, caressing her face, feeling the coldness stealing the warmth he knew he would miss more than anything in his life.

Yet, he kept smiling.

She never liked to see his tears.

"They're beautiful... A line I never thought I would be able to see. And you gave them to me. You made me a happy man, Y/N. And for this, I'm thankful."

His fingers straightened the earrings in her ears and the necklace in her chest - the morgen-gifu he gave her after the first night of their marriage: a beautiful necklace with stones that reflected the color of her eyes. The most expensive thing he ever bought in his life and the only expensive gift she ever accepted from him...

She wasn't an expensive woman. Instead, she was simple and even when he became a king by her side and made her a queen, the simplicity of her nature didn't change.

Maybe that was why Ivar chose such a simple dress for her to wear, despite the beautiful and sumptuous boat around her: a way to represent how she was a delicate flower of simplicity and kindness, even when surrounded by the richest environments.

"I won't tell you I'm not sad," he mumbled, knowing, somehow, she could hear his heart.

He was never able to lie to her... He wouldn't try now.

"My heart cries and bleeds and I know this wound will never heal, my love. No bandage will be able to heal the pain of your absence, no sunrise will be the same without you by my side on our bed, nor sunset will be the same without you to watch it with me. But I'll keep watching them... And I'll keep waking up in every morning, my heart," he continued.

His fingers caressing her chin the way she liked the most.

His eyes holding back the thin line of tears he didn't want to pour from his eyes.

"I will keep honoring the gods and walking every step of the right path, so, when the time comes and they decide I shall leave this world, my path will end in the place I crave the most: into your arms, my love."

With tenderness, Ivar leaned himself, kissing her forehead before touching his own with hers. The contrast of their skin remembering him of the coldest days of winter when she was always colder than him.

A stubborn tear rolling down his face when he thought to himself that he could just pretend it was a winter night... Another, softly dripping over her immobile cheek, rolling down her face as he closed his eyes, feeling her presence one last time before raising himself.

"My beautiful queen..." his lips mumbled before he took her hand in between his and kissed her knuckles one last time. "I loved you from the very first day... And I'll love you until my very last. Carry my heart with you, my soul. For today, even the stones are weeping, but soon, there will be joy and happiness once again. The days will pass, my beloved, and I'll find you once again."

His elder son's hand touched his shoulder in a supportive touch and Ivar nodded, mutely informing his boy he was ready to leave her.

Tenderly, he placed his beloved Y/N's hand over the crown once again, looking at her, seeing how she seemed to be peacefully sleeping now. The same tranquil sleepiness that took her last night to never give her back.

"Farewell, my love. Farewell, for now," he muttered, and his son helped him to get out of the boat, back to his wooden chair to be carried away to the docks.

The sacrifices were made; the boat, released. And Ivar's eyes followed it as the fire was lit, turning her body into a high flame that soon took distance from the coast and with the night falling around became nothing but a bright star in the middle of the darkened sea.

"Father... We must go," his son warned. "It is too cold for your legs..."

Ivar raised his hand and his son got silent, but there wasn't reprobation in his expression.

Instead, he touched the boy's shoulder, pressing it softly.

"You're right, my son. Take me back home... We shall feast and celebrate in her memory, not mourn over her dead corpse. Your mother is now with the gods where soon I shall be with her. Let's go..."

The men around looked at each other. They all knew their father was growing old and soon, it would be his boat at the waters as well. But somehow, knowing this wasn't agonizing them anymore.

Such as Ivar's heart, they now knew their father's place wasn't in Midgard anymore.

She was waiting for him.

And he was eager to find her again.

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