#stephan strange x y/n

[ghxst-guts]

⋆˚࿔ Oh baby 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

words: 1.1k

warnings: cheating, hurt/comfort, slight angst, neglect of partner, piss kink, slightly dark, slight pevert wanda, stephan strange (yes, he needs a warning), wetting yourself, jealousy, texture issues, alludes to possible eating disorders and possible abuse, smut, praise, degradation, brief ignoring/ghosting, kissing.

relationships: boyfriend!stephan stranger x female!reader & bestfriend!wanda maximoff x female!reader

18+ minors & men dni

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"oh my, that must have been awful.." wanda whispered, her words tickled against your ears. your boyfriend stephen had canceled on your date and you were upset because you hardly saw him anymore.

you looked down at your nails, picking at the skin near it. this was one of your nervous habits that wanda tried to help you break but it was no use. every time she'd think she got you to stop, it continued.

wanda hummed, with a swift response her fingers brushed your hand. her eyes followed your movement. you met her gaze, she was waiting for you to say something.

"i'm not even surprised, i don't think i'm his first priority. or his second.. or third." your eyes dropped. wanda could feel your pain but didn't comment on it. "it's just more convenient if we were together... i know that our mess of a relationship will be over in a few months." you mumbled, a stray tear escaped your eye.

"oh, baby.." wanda sighed softly, bringing her hand up to wipe your tear. she hated seeing a man, especially one whom she hated, get you all worked up.

you collapsed in her arms, your quiet sniffles filled the silence. her fingers traced circles over your back. her hot breath lingered against your skin. the smell of her sweet perfume.. it was almost too much for you.

almost.

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your eyes fluttered as you began to feel a warmth pressed against you. it was the arms of your best friend lazily draped around you. she had also fallen asleep it appeared.

your bladder felt full and when you attempt to make a run for the toilet, you found the woman's death grip to be wildly protective. so comforting.. the urge to lay numb against her was strong but you changed your mind when you find yourself nearly having an accident on her.

"wanda" you mumbled softly against her. she shifted in the bed, no response. "wanda" you repeat but the red-head just shushed you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "wandaaa" you whimpered, you couldn't hold it anymore.

wanda felt a warm liquid drip down your leg, spreading all over her bed. she smirked against you, this was her plan all along. to get you all embarrassed and flustered under her. now this isn't exactly how she envisioned it but she can't admit that this wasn't hot.

"oh, detka.. you had a little accident, let mommy help clean you up." wanda's eyes darkened, hovering over you. you hid your face, you were so embarrassed. first you cried to her about your boyfriend and now you've peed all over her bed. there are definitely better ways she could have spent her friday evening and now you've ruined her bed.

"hey, let me see you pretty girl." she cooed at you, removing your fingers from covering your face. she smiled at the reveal of your glossy tears, god you were so beautiful.

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she noticed after your previous interactions, you wetting her bed a week ago, you had been more distant. she felt hurt and upset that you were avoiding her. she saw you spending all your time with stephen again, you claimed he was trying to "make up for lost time".

she ran into you at the supermarket and to her surprise of course you were with stephen. his hand intertwined with yours while the other occupied his phone. he appeared to be wrapped up in whatever it is he was doing, or whomever he was texting.

wanda bite her lip to hold out the venom she so desperately wanted to let out. instead, she sighed and pushed her cart to align with yours.

"hey, y/n!" she exclaimed, her eyes fixated on stephan and the way he doesn't even acknowledge her presence. y/n looked at stephan nervously, you had on a baggy hoodie and this made wanda suspicious. she furrowed her brows trying to rack her brain why this could be. she knew you hated wearing baggy clothes, it was a texture thing for you.

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the next time wanda saw you was at a barbecue, you were all dolled up and she wished she could run her hands down your doll-like figure. kiss your soft cheeks, caress your shoulders, leave traces of her all over you. she knew she had to fix things.

wanda saw you with a tray in your hands making your eay to the kitchen so she grabbed a glass and quickly followed behind. finally, she could have a moment alone with you to talk things out. she hate the silence treatment, not being able to hear your sweet voice and laugh that could brighten anyone's mood.

"y/n" wanda called out, in a rush. you emptied the tray into the trash and placed it in the sink. wanda is hovering behind you when you turn around. this startles you and you bump into her. knocking the glass out of her hand.

oh no. "wanda, i'm so sorry-" you exclaimed. you felt so bad, you had been ignoring the girl because of stephen and know you've knocked a glass out of her hand. "No- no, please let me talk y/n." Her eyes full of guilt and sadness.

you nodded, the least you could do was hear her out.

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"i can make you feel way better than he could.." she purred, exhaling softly against your neck. "let me take care of you, baby." wanda's hands ran through your body. light as a feather but just soft enough to have an effect on you, and she could see it.

she wanted to take her time with you to show you how making love should be like. your eyes widened, nodding. god you've wanted this for so long. "need to hear you say it, darling." wanda whispered, her eyes lingering on you. just aching to go forward but depending on your sweet voice to give her consent.

"i want this wanda" your words muffled against her skin. wanda waited no longer, her hands motioned for you to lay on your back as she hovered over you. she pressed dher lips against yours. you tasted so sweet, it was so addicting.

wanda let out a soft moan against your lips, she sounded so beautiful. you wanted to hear more. her hands lifted up your shirt, exposing your bra-less skin. the moment your shirt departed, the cold air hit your nipples. they began to harden, wanda bit her lip to try and control herself.

she so desperately wanted to take your nipples in her mouth, to suck on them, bite them, pull at them and just abuse them. she resisted, to use for another time. right now, a sweet little thing like you needed to be treated like an angel.

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wanda's masterlist

[saraakpotter]

Requests

Hi guys! i was thinking about doing this some time ago, i'm completely out of ideas and requests are open! so, here are the fandom's i write for but before requsting please remember theses stuff:

i don't write smut, NSFW and things like that.

i only write 'x reader'

i only write 'female!reader' becasue i'm more comfortable like that :)

i don't feel comfortable writing about (male x male) or (female x female)

now for the characters:

(by the way you can request for the actors\actress's of those characters too)

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MCU:

Romantic and platonic:

Tony Stark\ironman

Loki Laufeyson

Stephan Strange

Wade Wilson\deadpool

Steve Rogers\captain america

Peter Quill\starlord

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton\hawkeye

Bucky Barns \winter soldier

Sam Wilson\falcon

Pietro Maximoff

platonic only:

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Gamora

Stranger Things:

Romantic and platonic:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Eddie Munson

Platonic only:

Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

Dustin Henderson

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Max Mayfield

Harry Potter:

romantic and platonic:

Harry Potter

Ronald 'Ron' Weasley

Cedric Diggory

James Potter (marauders)

Sirius Black (marauders)

Remus Lupin (marauders)

(i may add the Slytherin boys later btw)

platonic only:

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

Lily Evans

Marlene McKinnon

Alice Fortescue

Mary McDonald

Sherlock:

romantic and platonic:

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Greg Lestrade

RDJ Sherlock Holmes

platonic only:

Mary Morstan

Jim Moriarty

Eurus Holmes

(i mostly write platonic for John and Greg tbh, but feel free to request both :)

AGGGTM:

romantic and platonic:

Ravi Singh

Sal Singh

platonic only:

Pippa 'Pip' Fitz-Amobi

Cara Ward

Connor Reynolds

[imagines--galore]

Okay okay so, first hi hello how're you? I hope you're doing well. Second, I'm rewatching doctor strange and I had a thought

So for majority of it, he struggles with his hands obv and it makes me think. How would he react to an s/o with carpal tunnel and arthritis?

Every once in a while my finger will dislocate and I'm just oh okay and put it back. And when my carpal tunnel acts up It'll hurt a lot to hold anything remotely heavy

I can also repeatedly pop my wrist cause its funny to see my mom get grossed out. (In reality I'm just dislocating and relocating multiple times over and over lmao)

Pairing: Dr. Strange x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. If you're not comfortable with what has been requested, please do not proceed. A/N: I actually laughed out loud when I read your request. And I hope I got the aspect of it right! I hope you enjoy it!

"Well this is just fantastic isn't it?" You grumbled as you found your arms being tied behind your back by a magic-user thief attempting to.....well rob the New York Sanctum.

"Shut up." The man said. At least he sounded like a man, judging by the deepness of his voice. He wore a black ski-mask to hide his identity, so it could be a woman. The physique didn't really give anything away. Or he could be wearing a disguise. Or she.

Argh! Your mind was still a little slow since you hadn't had your coffee.

You still couldn't figure out how the thief had managed to sneak in despite the magic wards. Not to mention he(you decided it was a he) had managed to jump you. Then again, you had walked into the Sanctum kitchen half asleep and still groggy from waking up. From what you could detect, he wasn't a very strong magic user, so incapacitating him would be easy.

But you were wide awake now, slightly pissed off, and cranky as well. Not to mention the bruise to your ego at being caught unawares. So you would play it out.

And enjoy every second of it.

Well you were going to, if Stephen hadn't portaled in at that very moment.

"Welcome home, Honey." You called in a mocking voice, just as the thief turned to press the blade of a knife to your throat.

Huh, where did the knife come from?

Stephan froze up, though the expression on his face was one of pure fury as he glared at the would-be thief. Magic fizzled at the tips of his fingers. "You come any closer-" The thief let the threat hand his voice cold.

"What do you want?" Stephen asked, getting to the business part as usual.

"The Ring of Gyges." You frowned in confusion. That ring was at the London Sanctum.

"Ha! You're at the wrong Sanctum then, buddy." You couldn't help yourself as you let out the laugh, prompting both the thief and Stephen to glance at you.

"Y/n." Stephen called your name in a warning tone, knowing how much you loved to goad the enemy with your banter to draw their attention away from the prime target.

The thief glared at you. "My sources say its here." He insisted. "Well your sources are wrong." You said in a mocking tone. That seemed to tick him off, as he raised a fist and moved to punch you.

But you were much much quicker.

With a twist of your wrist, you managed to dislocate it, allowing the ropes to loosen. And with your other hand, you caught his fist. You grinned at his perplexed expression, raising your dislocated wrist, and watching in amusement at the horrifying look that morphed over his features as he stumbled back.

"Maybe next time, make sure your captives are properly incapacitated." You said. With a flick, your bones were back in place and you threw your leg out with all your might. Catching the thief across the stomach you watched as he went flying, crashing into a nearby table. He seemed to hit his head as he went since he instantly passed out.

Rolling your wrist to make sure it was alright, you turned your attention back to Stephen, who was looking at you with an amused look on his face, a smile barely concealed.

"I still find it amazing how callously you do that." He nodded towards your hand, to which you shrugged. "I've gotten used to it. Though he caught me on one of my good days. If he had tried to take me captive a couple days ago, I wouldn't have been able to do much." You admitted, thinking how your carpel tunnel had been acting up and even lifting a book had been difficult.

It didn't help that most books in the Sanctum weighed a ton.

Walking towards you, he took your hand in his. You watched as his scarred and trembling hands brushed against your palm and fingers. Allowing your eyes to meet his, you gave him a small smile. "We make quite the pair don't we?" You asked, referring to the state of his hands and your own issues with arthritis and carpel tunnel. He sighed before nodding, lifting one of your hands to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, the one you had dislocated a few moments ago.

You smiled at his brief show of affection before turning to where the thief had begun to stir.

"I'm gonna put some coffee on. We're both gonna need it while we interrogate him." You stated before kissing his cheek quickly and strode off to the kitchen.

[daydaydayrk420]

Do you write for Stephen strange. If so can you do a fic with him where it’s pre magic Stephen. And Stephen is a narcissist and playboy he then meets reader and they hook up with Stephen. It can have body worship and also piss play

You didn't specify who's who so we're having bottom Stephen because I say so

This took me a while because I couldn't find myself motivated for this one. I have nothing against Benedict but I don't like Strange that much so I apologize if this one feels badly written. i also don't know how to write narcissist. I wanted to write it at the beginning but throughout I realised I don't actually like Dr. Strange. So I'm sorry if you'll be disappointed. This'll probably be the only Dr strange fic I'll do .

And don't lie to me I know it's bad I can see it.

Best night of my life

Stephen strange X male reader

⚠️ piss play, playboy, body worship, pre mag Stephen, top male reader ⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

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Stephen is currently in the most expensive bar in this town. Why? He's looking for prey. Why here? Well of course because he's not a cheap whore. He deserves a rich treatment from a rich man.

That being said Strange looks around studying everyone in the bar. That's until his eyes fall on a new face. He's not dressed special. He doesn't look special. But the drink on his table and Rolex watch says different.

He stands up and takes his drink towards him.

"Is this seat taken?" The man looks up at the unfamiliar voice. He looks at Stephen from head to toe. He knows what he's after. "I'm not interested."

Strange chuckles and sits in the chair opposite of him. "I can change that."

The man looks at him unamused.

"Look I'm not looking for a one night stand okay?" "You will" Stephen said without any thought and lean on the table as if he was trying to show his imaginary tits through his slightly open button up.

The man raises an eyebrow. He really isn't looking for a one night stand. But this guy is taking it as a challenge and he wants to see how hard he'll try. "Alright you have until midnight to change my mind." That's in four hours.

"Deal." Strange smirks and offers his hand to shake. "Stephen Strange." "Y/n y/l/n." Y/n takes his hand and gives it a firm shake.

"How do you plan on changing my mind?" The man asks curiously as he sips his drink and studies the playboy before him.

"With drinks."

And so he does. They talk and drink throughout the night. Stephen doesn't want to admit it but he's starting to actually like this man. They're both acting like they're out on a date.

"It's getting late i think the bar is going to close soon." Y/n said and checked his watch. They have 30 minutes. Stephen looks around the bar. There are only four other people there besides the barman. "We should probably go. Wouldn't want to get in trouble." He said and stood up. He grabbed y/n's hand and pulled him up too. They chuckle at how wobbly they've gotten and make their way to the bar to pay.

Once that's done Stephen drags him outside. Y/n chuckles and follows after him. They wobble around the empty streets and chat about insignificant things. But because none of them are paying attention to the road Strange stumbles over a broken brick from the walkway. Thankfully y/n acts quickly and catches him before he falls. Stephen's arms wrap around the other man's shoulder as his arms are around his hips. It looks like y/n is dipping Stephen in like a tango dance or something. None of them move as they look into each other's eyes.

Y/n wants to kiss him. But he can't. If he made the first move it would mean that Strange has won the deal. Stephen is too drunk to remember their deal and doesn't hesitate to lean up and press their lips together. Y/n responds immediately. He pushes his tongue into his mouth and backs him up into an alley.

Stephen runs his hands over y/n's body. The man groans in response and presses Strange against the dirty brick wall. Stephan gasps and presses himself against the other man so he's not touching the wall. "Ew! Careful this shirt costs a fortune!" He huffed as he looked behind himself at the wall. Y/n grumbles and rolls his eyes. Strange raises an eyebrow. "What, you think it's cheap to look this expensive?"

The other man grumbles at the sassy tone and bites his tongue to hold back on any comments. Instead, he pulls him out of the alley and towards the direction of his house.

"You're a brat." Y/n grunts as he pulls Stephan through his front door and instantly pushes him against a wall. Strange smirks and reaches for the man's belt. "You like it."

The other man groans and grips Stephen's wrists. "So impatient." He huffed and dragged Strange towards the bedroom. Stephen giggles and follows eagerly.

Y/n doesn't hesitate and throws the other man into the bed. They both start to strip as they get impatient.

Stephen is naked first. He smirked as he lay in the middle of the bed and spread his legs. Y/n groans as he watches how the other man runs his fingers down his body to his dick and teased himself. Strange let out a moan at the feeling of his cold fingers on his hot tip. He tries his best to keep his eyes open and hold eye contact.

Y/n strokes himself lazily and watches how the other man sucks on the fingers of his free hand. Once they're wet enough he reaches to his hole and starts to prep himself. He throws his head back and moans.

Y/N keeps watching as he strokes himself. The moans Stephen is letting out make his cock throb with need. That's it. He climbs into the bed and pins Strange's hands above his head. "You've been a brat the whole night i think you deserve a punishment." That gets Strange to whimper and buck his hips up. "Ah ah ah. No moving." Stephen whimpered in response again. Y/n grabs his belt and uses it to tie the other man's hands to the bed frame.

"Kinky." Strange smirks. Y/n only hummed and got off the bed to go to his dresser. He pulls out a box and takes it back to bed. Strange feels his dick twitch at the thought of what could be in the box.

Y/n runs his hands over Stephen's legs. "Look at you. So gorgeous." Y/n hummed and teasingly ran his fingers over the other man's sensitive cock. Stephen whines and lifts his hips. But y/n pulls away. "No moving."

Y/n reaches into the box and pulls out a sounding rod. Strange's eyes widen as a soft whine escapes past his lips. Y/n cleans up the rod and takes some lube. He squirts some into his hand and teasingly strokes Stephen's dick. Stephen moans and closes his eyes. He's never this willing to submit. He's always a brat for as long as he can. He doesn't know if it's because of the alcohol or the fact that he's actually interested in y/n. But he's willing to do anything for him.

Y/n prepares the rod and lines it up with the tip of Stranges cock. "I'm simply using this to block off any cum or even piss for how bratty you decided to be."

Stephen shivered at the thought that piss play could be a possibility. He tugs against the belt but it won't budge. Strange whines and lifts his hip. Y/n clicked his tongue and gripped the other man's hip to pin him down.

Once he made sure Strange wouldn't move he grabbed a hold of his dick and carefully inserted the sounding rod. Stephen moans loudly and arches his back.

Y/n smirks and moves it in and out a couple times before he pushes it as far as he could. The other man whimpered and buckled his hips. "Please." He pleaded. Y/n tilts his head and admires the way Stephen looks. "What do you need darling?" He asked as he ran his hands up the pale man's body. He felt the shivers his touch caused which only led him to smirk.

The paler man whines. "Your cock." That's all it took for y/n to lube up his fingers and start prepping Stephen as fast and safe as possible. Strange let out a high pitched moan at the eager fingers that found his hole.

"Yes yes yes yes yes." He chants as he fucks himself onto the big fingers that are stretch him like he's never felt before.

"That's it. Just like that. Fuck yourself on my fingers." Y/n smirks as he holds his hand in place and watches as Stephen whimpered because he had to do the job.

"Please please I'm ready." Stephen whines and begs for more. Y/n gets in between his legs and lubes up his penis. "so eager."

They both moan. Y/n pushes in slowly as he watches how Stephen's mouth falls open into a silent scream.

Strange whines. "You feel so good." He wants to move his hands. Hold onto the other man but the belt around his wrist stays in place.

Y/n lifts the other man hips and starts thrusting at a fast pace. "look at you. So beautiful." He praised as he watched how Stephen bounced with each thrust. "Such a beautiful body. I wonder what it would look like covered in white. Or maybe even hot gold." He grunts and uses one hand to stroke Strange's dick. Strange whines and his dick twitches at the feeling of the sounding rod moving around because of the strokes.

The room is filled with grunts and whines. The headboard hits against the wall. "Look at you. A whining mess." Y/n grunts and puts pressure over Strange's bladder. That made Stephen cry out and arch his back. "Don't do that" he whimpered. "Why?" Y/n smirks and does it again.

Strange whimpered again. "I'll piss myself."

"That's the plan." Y/n smirks and speeds up. The paler man whimpered and planted his feet so he could meet the fast thrusts with his. "Good boy. So pathetic for me. So sweet." Y/n grunts and teases the tip of the sounding rod that's peaking out of Strange's tip. Some pre cum leaks around it.

Strange whimpered. He feels like he's on the verge of pissing. He suddenly starts regretting drinking so much. "wait no no no no" he whines as his dick twitches. It feels like he's pissing but nothing comes out. Y/n watches with a smirk. "Look at you. You want to piss? You want to piss all over yourself?" He smirks and toys with the rod that's blocking all of the flow.

Stephen whines in humiliation. He's never been into piss play but he can't help but want to do it.

"Beg." Y/n ordered. "Please please please please" Strange whines. "Please please please please I can't. I can't hold it. I can't " he blabbered. Y/n felt bad but fuck he loved the sound of his begging. "please!" Stephen cries our as he arched his back. Some pee started to leak around the rod.

"Alright baby." Y/n slowly removes the rod. Stephen whimpered as tears streamed down his cheeks. He feels his hot golden liquid cover his things and the sheets under him. He sniffles in humiliation. "Goon boy. Look at you. So good." Y/n praised as he gave gentle thrusts. Strange turns his head trying to hide his face in his arm. Y/n kisses the tears away off his jaw and cheek.

"So good for me." He praised. Once Strange has calmed down y/n speeds his thrusts again. Chasing his own release.

Stephen moans and arches his back. His body is so sensitive that all he can mumble out are incoherent pleas of permission to cum.

"Close already?" Y/n hums as his own hips start to stutter. "Me too." He buried his face in the paler man's neck and aims for that bundle of nerves that make Stephen whine.

"Cum for me." At that Stephen let's go and squirts all over their bellies. Y/n isn't far behind as he gives his last few thrusts and spills into Strange. Y/n weakly indies the belt before his body gives out and he collapses on top of Stephen. The paler man's arms fall and he instantly clings onto y/n.

They lay there like that for a while. Enjoying each other's presence.

"...we should clean up." Strange mumbles but doesn't make an effort to move. Y/n only mumbled in response. He's barely awake.

"In the morning..." Y/n mumbles before his body succumbs to sleep. Strange falls asleep shortly after.

[dontcare77ghj]

Naps

Tony x reader x Stephen

The three of you led incredibly busy lives. It was incredibly rare for any of you to get a day off, and it was a once in the lifetime experience when the three of you had a day off together.

Because of the lives you led, the three of you had to cut back on some things. Such as regular meal times, taking care of yourselves, interacting with people, and, most importantly, sleep.

There always seemed to be too much work to do. There were constant meetings, training sessions, paperwork, and so many other responsibilities to attend to. 

Sometimes you didn't have time to sleep, but you did have time to nap.

It was a rare day. You and Stephen were at home together. Stephen wasn't needed at the sanctum, and all you had to do was paperwork that you could easily do from home.

Tony had been bullied, by Pepper, into attending several meetings for SI. Though he was no longer CEO of the company, he still did a lot of work for it and held a majority of the shares.

While Tony had gone to do his work, you and Stephan had decided it was a lazy day, despite your paperwork. The two of you had made no effort to get dressed or leave the bed today, and it felt great.

"Ah!" You yelped as Stephen's cloak suddenly attacked you. "Stephen, what the hell?" You exclaimed as it wrapped itself tightly around you.

"You zoned out, sweetheart." Stephen chuckled. "I was calling your name for almost a minute." He said, shifting closer to throw his arm around your shoulders.

"So, you set your cloak on me?" You raised a brow.

"The cloak made that decision on its own." He shrugged, gesturing for the cloak to move. "What were you thinking so hard about?"

"How good it feels to stay in bed with you." You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "I miss spending time with you and Tones."

"We miss you too," Stephen admitted. "I never used to be one who enjoyed the simple moments, but now I miss them."

"You know, I have some leave saved up." You mentioned. "Maybe we could all go on a trip." You suggested.

"Wong could look after the sanctum if we left." Stephen mused. "I'd be okay with that. We just need to get Tony to agree."

"I'm not agreeing to anything until I have another coffee." Tony groaned, entering the bedroom. "I need to set a new protocol, one that tells me to hide because Pep's coming." He said, falling onto the end on the bed. 

"If you did that, Pepper would find a way to disable it and then kill you." Stephen pointed out. "And we all know she would get away with it."

"It was just a couple of meetings, Tone." You smiled at him. "You do them all the time."

"But they're so boring," Tony whined, rolling onto his back. "I was up all night going over Pepper's notes. I felt like I was back in school." He muttered, relaxing back into the bed.

"Did you get everything you needed done?" You asked, shifting on the bed so that you could get his glasses off.

Tony let out several noncommital hums before closing his eyes and going limp. Stephen chuckled as he shifted to sit next to you.

"And he's out like a light," Stephen said, gently raising his head so he could undo his tie.

"Let him sleep." You said as the two of you moved him, so he was properly on the bed. "He deserves it."

"You know I could have just bought pasta and sauce from the store, right?" You asked, raising a brow. 

"I will have none of that sacrilege in this house," Tony said, pointing a flour-covered finger at you. "Store-bought pasta is wrong, and don't get me started on the sauce."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you're Italian and a stark traditionalist." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm not going to respond to that," Tony said, shaking his head. "Besides, you know you love my homemade sauce."

"That sounds sexual." You smirked.

"Be quiet you," Tony said, rolling his eyes, but you could see a slight smile on his face.

"Did Stephen say when he was coming home?" You asked, pushing hair out of your face. "Or what exactly he's doing?"

"I heard something about alien squid, and then he hung up screaming 'love you bye.'" Tony told you as he began to shape his pasta.

"That's terrifying." You shook your head. "We need to tell him to work on his tact. He's going to give one of us a heart attack."

"Honestly, at this point, I don't notice when either of you says stuff like that." Tony shrugged. "The two of you give me a panic attack if I pay too much attention."

"Rude." 

"Babe, between Stephen's phone calls and you dealing life-threatening injuries in the bathroom, I think I have the right to say it." Tony pointed out.

"Like you're one to talk." Stephen scoffed as he appeared in the doorway. "You drink more coffee in one day than most do in a month." 

"Steph!" You exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace the sorcerer. "You look terrible." You said once you'd pulled back to get a glimpse at his face.

There was probably a better way to phrase that, but you weren't wrong. His face looked gaunt, he was favoring his right leg, his body was covered in cuts, and you knew he was exhausted by the dark bags under his eyes.

"It's nice to see you too, sweetheart." Stephen chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to your head.

"Please tell me the other guy looks worse than you?" Tony asked, standing behind you.

"Much worse," Stephen said, moving to kiss Tony's cheek. "You're covered in flour."

"I'm making homemade tortellini," Tony told him. " Sit your ass down, you look like you're going to pass out." He added, pushing him towards a chair. 

Stephen took the offered seat and rested his head on the counter. Tony began rambling nonsensical stories about his day as he finished making dinner. When Tony had finished serving dinner, he turned to the two of you and was about to speak before you shushed him.

'He's asleep.' You mouthed. 'Do we move him?'

'Leave him.' Tony mouthed back. 'He needs his sleep. I'll save a bowl for him.'

You hadn't been home in five days. You'd been assigned a mission with Natasha and Clint, and it was one of the more stressful ones you'd ever been on.

It seemed as if everything wanted to go wrong. You'd barely been able to get your guy, and the information he had, Clint had broken his hearing aids, and Natasha had almost fallen off a roof.

You were exhausted. Everything ached and felt bruised. Your head was pounding, and you still had to debrief and write your part of the mission report.

You couldn't wait to get home and curl up in Tony and Stephen's arms.

"Hey, you're home," Stephen said, watching as you dragged yourself out of the elevator from the couch. "Did you go to medical?"

"Why would she when we've got our own doctor here?" Tony asked as you collapsed into the gap between him and Stephan. "You good there, kitty?" He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

"Don't be weird." You grumbled but didn't make a move to move his hand."I missed you two." You sighed.

"We missed you too, sweetheart," Stephen said, placing a soothing hand on your back. "Are you sure you're not injured?"

"Not injured. Just tired." You told him. "Really tired."

"Do you want us to move you to bed?" Tony questioned. "Steph will have to carry you unless I get the suit."

"No, I just want to stay here. You're so warm." You murmured, burrowing deeper into your spot and their warmth. “I love you both. A lot, a lot.” You added as your eyes began to close. 

The last thing you heard before drifting off into a wanted slumber was;

“We love you too, sweetheart.” 

“A lot, a lot.”

Taglists are always open. Requests are always open, for stories and for pairings.

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From Loss to Love

Loki x Strange!Reader 

Word Count: 4644

A/N: This takes place between Infinity War and Endgame

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Everything felt like it was in slow motion. You were winning, everything was going to plan, but then it wasn’t. Thor showed up which gave your team a leg up, but then Vision left the room. Thanos showed up, and everything went terribly sideways after that. One by one, the Mad Titan picked off your friends, some were only trapped, but others weren’t so lucky; others being Vision. You thought it was over since Thor pushed Stormbreaker through Thanos’ chest, but then there was a flash of light, and everything felt different, everything felt wrong.

You didn’t know what was happening until Bucky turned to dust, and you realized that Thanos had completed his goal. T’Challa was next to disappear, followed by Groot. Wanda and Sam followed soon after. The rest of the team reunited where Vision’s body lay. Even though your team was here, you could only worry about your father, Doctor Strange, who was in space with Peter, Tony, and your boyfriend, Loki, who didn’t come with his brother.

“Thor,” you said, your voice wavering,”Where’s Loki?” He turned to you with an empty look in his eyes, and you felt like you knew the answer but still, you needed the confirmation. With fresh tears slowly streaming down your cheeks, you asked again, “Where is he?”

“He tried to fight him, but he wasn’t strong enough,” the god said, his voice cracking slightly.

“No, no. That’s not right. H-He can’t. It was probably just an illusion. It wouldn’t be the first time. H-He’s fine. He can’t be dead! He just can’t be!” you said, trying to convince yourself, but you knew that the man you loved was gone.

You didn’t even know that you collapsed until a pair of arms wrapped around you. You tried pulling away, but they just held tighter until you gave up fighting and just collapsed into their chest, sobbing. You didn’t know how much time had passed, and you didn’t care. All you could think about was that the man you loved was dead, and your father might be too.

Your breathing started to calm down, and you finally looked at your comforter, Natasha. You looked into the sad eyes of the girl you thought of as your sister and asked barely above a whisper, “What are we supposed to do Nat?”

She looked at you sadly, and you could tell that she was on the verge of tears as well, but didn’t want to show it. “I don’t know,” she said softly while hugging you tighter.

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22 days had passed since the universe had lost half of its inhabitants. 22 days had passed since you lost him. You were currently eating by yourself when the compound started to shake. You saw Steve run out, followed by Natasha, and you followed her. Once outside, you saw a ship landing on the grass, and out came Tony and a girl. You looked for the rest of them, but no one else exited the ship.

You were too lost in your thoughts to even notice the sickly looking man in front of you. It wasn’t until a hand was placed on your shoulder that you snapped out of it. You looked into Tony’s eyes, and he already knew the question you were going to ask. “I’m sorry,” were the only words that were spoken, and the only two that had your heart broken all over again.

You stayed in your bed looking at pictures on your phone of the team, your family,  and your father, and Loki. While they brought a smile to your face, they also brought tears and heartache. You found a picture, your favorite picture, of the first day Loki came to Earth 2 years prior to the battle.

“Come on Loki!” you exclaimed while pulling your grumbling boyfriend with you. You had just arrived in New York with the God of Mischief, and were on your way to get him some casual clothes since most people don’t usually wear suits to explore the city.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just wear this,” he said while gesturing to the all black suit that he was wearing.

“You know how much I love you in suits,” you started,”but no one wears them while exploring the city. So we need to get you casual clothes.” You finally reached your favorite store, and went inside. You immediately started picking clothing items and handing them to the god next to you. “I think that’s good for now. Now go try them on and show me.” You heard him mumble under his breath which only caused you to laugh while making your way over to the couch by the rooms.

It took a good hour for you to find 3 outfits that would be suitable for your exploration. “Are we done now darling?” Loki asked, slight annoyance laced in his voice.

“Yes we’re done, but I want a picture first,” you said while grabbing your phone.

“What is that thing,” he asked curiously.

“It’s a phone. People use them to communicate with people and take pictures. Now come here,” you said while grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to get him in the frame. You looked it over to make sure it was a good one. It was perfect. You were smiling at the camera while Loki kissed the side of your head. “Now let’s go,” you said while grabbing his hand, leading him out of the store.

Once you wiped the stray tears off your face, you decided that you needed to check on Thor. The God of Thunder had locked himself in his room since that day, and hadn't come out. You knocked softly on the door, “Thor? Are you in there?” You waited for a reply, and were about to knock again, but a door opening beat you to it. There stood a normally strong and loud man, broken and quiet. No words were needed when he let you into the room that had things broken and thrown everywhere.

He sat on his bed with his head buried in his hands. You didn’t know what to say, there was nothing to say. You knew that he blamed himself for Loki, for not stopping Thanos, for the snap, for everything, but you didn’t know how to convince him that it wasn’t his fault. You were very close with Thor since you have known him and his brother since before the Battle of New York. You grabbed his hand and held it tightly while leaning your head onto his shoulder. “It’s not your fault,” you said softly, which got no reply, only a slight squeeze of the hand. You stayed like that for a while; you stayed like that because you both lost the same man that you loved, just in different ways.

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You were currently on your way to the Garden where Thanos and the stones resided. “Who here hasn’t been to space?” Rocket asked. Steve, Nat, and Rhodey all raised their hands, “you better not throw up on my ship.” That comment made you genuinely smile for the first time since the snap.

You made it to his hut, and trapped him. “I used the stones to destroy the stones,” he said. You barely had time to process what he said when Thor cut off his head. “What did you do,” asked Rocket.

“I went for the head,” replied Thor as he walked off. You were too frozen in shock to go after him. Your only chance to bring them back, was gone.

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5 years had passed since the confrontation, and during that time you had stayed at the compound along with Natasha. She had been looking for Clint ever since the snap, and while you were there for her, you knew that it would be better to leave him be.

Steve stopped by at least once a week to do laundry, but you knew that it was to check in on you two, not that you minded. You enjoyed the company. You had visited Tony, Pepper, and their daughter, Morgan, at their cottage a few times. You were happy for them, you were glad that something good had come out of this situation.

You were currently eating with Nat and Steve when a man appeared at the front gate. You recognized him as Scott Lang from the airport fight from years ago. He explained how it’s only been a few hours where for you it’s been 5 years.

He told you that time travel was possible. You could bring them back.

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You were currently discussing time travel with Tony, asking if it was possible, and if he would help. He said it was possible, but that he couldn’t risk what he has now, and you didn’t blame him. He was happy, he had a family to protect, but you had one to get back which is why you were on your way to the only other genius that you knew.

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You didn’t know what to think about the giant green...man? He explained that he tried to get the ‘big guy’ back but ended up having ‘the best of both worlds’ as he liked to put it. He agreed to help which means you are one step closer to reuniting everyone.

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You were with Natasha, Steve, and Bruce trying to get normal Scott back instead of the baby version. “When I say kill the power, kill the power,” said Bruce while Nat went to kill it. It worked.

Now it was time to get the team back.

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You were on your way to New Asgard along with Rocket and Bruce. You had visited once 2 years ago, but hadn’t been back since. You ran into Valkyrie first and she told you that he has gotten worse and worse over the years.

“It’s so good to see you!” exclaimed Thor while hugging you all.

“We need your help. There’s a chance where we can fix everything. Like Thanos,” said Bruce to which Thor grabbed Bruce’s shirt, “Don’t you say that name.”

“I think we could bring them back,” said Bruce.

“Thor, we could bring him back,” you said, which got his attention.

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Clint volunteered to go on the trial run to try and bring back something that showed if it worked. You didn’t know if it would work, but you hoped. 5 seconds passed, and there was a flash of light. “It worked.” said Clint while throwing a baseball glove at Tony.

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You had your teams. Thor, Rocket, and yourself were going to Asgard to get the Aether/Reality Stone from Jane. Nat and Clint went to get the Soul Stone from Vormir. Rhodey and Nebula were going to get the Power Stone from Morag. Steve, Tony, Scott, and Bruce were going to get the Space, Mind, and Time Stones from New York.

“See you in a minute,” said Nat, and then you all went your separate ways.

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Once on Asgard, you,Thor, and Rocket went through the dungeons to get to Jane. While walking through, you saw him, the man you lost 5 years ago, the one you were trying to get back. He looked gorgeous in his dark green and black clothes that fit him perfectly, his raven black hair that you would run your fingers through while he read to you, his pale blue eyes that you would get lost in. It took everything in you to not teleport in the cell and take him with you, but you had a mission and you couldn’t risk it no matter how bad it hurt.

The three of you had your plan, but before you could start it, Frigga walked in. “That’s my mother. She dies today,” said Thor while starting to panic. Before you could say anything, Rocket slapped him and left to go get what you came for.

You were next to Thor when Frigga snuck up behind the both of you. “The future hasn’t been kind to you, has it?” she questioned, but it was more like a statement. You all left for another room, but you stayed toward the door while they talked. A little while later, Rocket came running in,”I got the thing.”

Before you could leave, Frigga pulled you aside and hugged you while saying,”Take care of my boys,”

You were always close with her, she was the mother that you never had which is why you didn’t have the heart to tell her what happened to Loki. ”I will,” was all you said while pulling away and wiping away the tears that fell.

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You all made it back to the compound, or you thought you all did. You were still dizzy from the trip, but snapped out of it when Bruce asked where Nat was. You knew what happened once you looked at Clint's face. “This couldn’t be happening. You were supposed to bring everyone back, not lose more people. You lost too many people already,”you thought.

The team was all on the dock arguing about what happened and how she wouldn’t come back while you just thought. “She could…” you said more to yourself, but Steve caught it. “What’d you say?” asked Steve, which caught you by surprise.

“I said she could. Think about it, ‘a soul for a soul’ right? When we take the stones back, we trade the Soul Stone for Nat’s soul.”

“It could work,” said Bruce,”but we have to be prepared for it not working. But for now, let’s get to work.”

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“Who’s going to snap?” asked Rocket once the glove was finished.

The team was arguing while showing no sign of stopping until Bruce spoke up, ”I’ll do it. I was made for it.”

You put a shield around yourself and Steve to reflect any power that bounced off once Bruce snapped. “I’m okay,” said Bruce while out of breath from absorbing the power of the stones. A few seconds later he snapped and collapsed. “Did it work?” he asked, but no one knew.

“Guys I think it worked,” said Scott, but before you could check for yourself, an explosion threw you against a wall.

Once you regained consciousness, you heard Rhodey in your earpiece and tried to reply, but your com was busted.

“Dammit,” you said to yourself while trying to find someone. You couldn’t find anyone, but managed to bring yourself to the surface. Once above everything, you saw Cap, Tony, and Thor fighting Thanos, but losing.

“Hey Cap, can you read me? Cap, it's Sam. Can you hear me? On your left,” you heard through the comms. When you looked around, you saw portals opening, your dads portals.

Shuri, T’Challa, and Okoye were the first to appear, followed by Sam, your father, Guardians, and Peter, along with the rest of your army that you lost last time. You managed to point out Bucky, Valkyrie, Wanda, Wong, and Pepper; Scott brought Bruce, Rhodey, and Rocket up to the surface. You managed to get them all back.

“Avengers...Assemble,” yelled Steve, and then the battle began. Both sides charged at each other, yours led by Steve.

Amidst the chaos and fighting, you managed to find your dad about to be killed from behind. You disintegrated the monster before they could do anything. “You need to learn how to watch your back, old man,” you said once he was done fighting his problem. Before he could reply, you ran up and hugged him tightly and said, “I missed you.”

He kissed your forehead and said,”I missed you, but as much as I would love to keep this moment going, the fights are not over yet.” You pulled away, gave him a nod, and went back to the fight.

In the middle of taking down one of Thanos’ men, you were attacked from above. You barely had enough time to put up a shield before a shot landed not even 5 feet away from you. It continued for a while until they abruptly stopped. You looked up and saw the machine exploding and a person flying straight through it, Carol. You went back to fighting and asked, ”Does anyone have eyes on the stones,” which got no reply. Great, you thought to yourself.

You managed to get yourself into a fight with 5 members of Thanos’ army, and even you couldn’t handle that. While fending off 2 of them, you saw another one in the corner of your eye about to stab you. Before he could land the hit, he collapsed with a dagger in his back, a dagger you knew all too well since you had the exact same one. Loki.

“Hello darling,” said a silky voice from behind you. The voice that would greet you in the morning, the voice that would comfort you after a nightmare, the voice that would capture all your attention while he read. You didn’t want to turn around in case it was all in your head, but the temptation to look into those beautiful blue eyes was too hard to ignore. You turned around slowly, and without looking at him, ran into his chest and his arms wrapped securely around you, one hand was on your head and the other around your shoulders.

“You’re here. You’re here, and you’re okay,” you said while looking up at him and taking his face in your hands. He looked the same since the last time you saw him. Without thinking, you kissed him. The kiss was full of passion, love, hurt, and lost time. It showed what words couldn’t say. Eventually, the need for air became too great to ignore, so you pulled away enough to where you could breath, but close enough to where your foreheads were still touching. “I missed you so much, Loki. These past years have been absolute hell.”

“I know, love, but I’m here now. Once this fight is over, what do you say about finding our own place and not leaving our bed for a few days,” he said while intertwining your hands which caused you to smile.

“Finding our own place sounds perfect, but I don’t plan on leaving the bed for at least a few months,” you said which caused him to chuckle and nod.

“That sounds lovely, dear. For now, we need to rejoin the fight. I love you,” he said while giving you a quick kiss and pulling away.

“I love you, but where do you think you’re going?” you asked while holding his hand tighter. “I lost you 5 years ago, and if you think I’m going to let you out of my sight, you are sorely mistaken,” you finished which caused the man in front of you to nod and squeeze your hand in reply.

After fighting for a while longer, you looked up and saw that you were about to be eaten by a giant Chitauri, but before it could come any closer, it turned into dust. You scanned the fight around you and saw that they all were turning to dust. You looked at your team, and they all looked as confused as you did. We did it. But who did it?

You found Steve, Thor, and Rhodey surrounding someone on the ground. Whoever it was, was the one who ended the battle once and for all. You managed to see who it was, and you were surprised to find Carol, dead with the glove on. You felt a pang in your chest at the sight of the woman in front of you, and it caused you to pull Loki closer to you just to make sure that he was here too. You didn’t really know Carol, but you knew that she was a good person, and she saved everyone.

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You were in all black next to Loki and Wanda with your dad behind you at the Stark cabin for Carol's funeral. Everyone was there; The Avengers, The Guardians, Shuri, Okoye, T’Challa, Peter and his aunt, Clint’s family, even Nick Fury and Maria Hill. All to show their gratitude and respect for what she sacrificed her life for.

After the service, there was food and a lot of catching up to do. You found your friends at the dock talking amongst themselves. You found Loki talking with Thor and your dad, Wanda was talking with Steve, Sam, and Bucky, and Tony was with Bruce and Pepper. You slid next to Loki and his arm went around your waist automatically while you leaned your head on his shoulder. Before you knew it, Steve was leaving to put all the stones back to their respective timelines, and to get Nat back.

“Steve, let me go with you,” you pleaded, trying to convince the soldier to let you help.

“No. It’s easier and safer if one of us goes.”

You knew he was right and with the determined look on his face, you backed down from the argument and just said,“Bring her back Steve,” while wrapping your arms around him in a quick hug. “I will,” was all he said before he disappeared.

Not even 5 seconds later, the familiar flash of light appeared. Once it dissipated you saw Steve and Natasha! You didn’t even give her time to process what happened before you pulled the red head into a hug. “I knew it would work,” you exclaimed while crying happy tears because you had your whole family back after 5 long years.

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You were currently sitting in between Loki’s legs with your back against his chest while idly playing with his fingers. You were drawing patterns on his hand while listening to his steady breathing when he broke the comfortable silence, “Marry me.” You stopped what you were doing trying to process if you heard that right. You turned your head to look at him to see if he said what you heard, and almost like he could read your mind (which he could, but that was a secret between the two of you) he said, “Marry me.”

“What?” you asked in a whisper.

“I want you to marry me, I have for a while. I was going to ask you a long time ago, but never found the right time. I even asked your father for his blessing years ago, but never had the chance to ask you. I’ve had the ring for over 7 years now; my mother gave it to me before she died. I don’t think that there will be a more perfect time than now; the war’s over, everything’s calm, what’s stopping us. Only if you want to, of course,” he finished nervously.

You had never seen him this nervous before, and as much as you would love to tease him, you couldn’t wait to answer. “Yes, yes, yes. I would love to marry you,” you said before kissing him. When you pulled away, he grabbed your hand and slipped the diamond ring on your finger. “Perfect,” he uttered while kissing you again.

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“Nat, don’t cry otherwise you’re going to make me cry, and that’s going to ruin the beautiful work that you and Wanda did on my face,” you said while pulling your best friend into a hug.

“My baby’s all grown up,” she said while looking up and down at your white dress fixing the wrinkles. She just finished putting your veil on when a knock sounded at your door. “I’ll get it.” She opened the door to your father standing there, “I’ll leave you two.”

“So, how do I look,” you said with a smile and a twirl.

“You look beautiful,” he said with teary eyes while pulling something out of his pocket. “I was told to give this to you when the day came that you wouldn’t be my little girl anymore,” he said while giving you the box. You carefully opened it to find a necklace with a heart in the middle of it. “It was your mothers. The day she died, she told me to give this to you on your special day.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said while on the verge of tears. “Will you put it on for me?” You asked while handing him the necklace.

“You remind me of her more and more every day. She’d be very proud of you, you know,” he said while pulling you into a hug.

“I’ll always be your little girl just so you know. Who else would I go to when I need to make a doctor's appointment,” you said which caused him to laugh. “I love you dad.”

“I love you too princess,” he said before pulling away and offering his arm. “Shall we,” he said with a smile, and you grabbed his arm.

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Once you made it to the grand doors that would eventually open to your soon to be husband, you saw Nat standing there with your flowers with Thor next to her. You and Loki agreed to only have a Best Man and a Maid of Honor, and that ended up being the very two people standing in front of you.

“You ready,” Nat asked while handing you the bouquet. “As I’ll ever be,” you replied nervously.

The doors opened, and Nat walked in with her arm interlocked with Thor’s. Once they reached the end of the aisle you shared a look with your father to whom offered you a smile, and you entered.

The first thing you noticed was your soon-to-be husband standing there in his all black suit. When you looked around, you noticed your friends that came. They all had big smiles, and some including Wanda and Pepper were already crying. As you got closer to Loki, you saw that his beautiful blue eyes had glossed over. You finally reached your destination, and with one last kiss on your head from your dad, you were handed over.

“You look absolutely gorgeous darling,” Loki whispered while grabbing your hand. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” you said while offering a watery smile.

The ceremony was absolutely perfect, and by the end of it, you had tears streaming down your face thanks to Loki’s vows that were no less than poetry. “You may now kiss the bride,” said Steve since you wanted him to officiate the wedding. Once those words were said, Loki cupped your face gently and kissed you. It was filled with love and happiness. “I love you,” he said while pulling away slightly. “I love you so much Loki.”

“You know,” you said with your head on your husband's chest while you danced,”I don’t think this night could’ve gone any better.”

“While I agree with you, who said the nights are over,” he said while looking down at you and giving you his signature smirk with a wink. You just blushed and put your head back on his chest. You couldn’t have imagined a better night than this, surrounded by your closest friends and family and your now husband.

You spent the rest of the time dancing the night away, and by the time it was over, you couldn’t even walk since your feet were so sore. One perk of having a god for a husband was that he could carry you. When you went to sleep that night, you went to sleep with your head full of laughter, love, and good memories.

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The Fire

Stephanie Brown x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Request - I don’t see much love for Spoiler so could you do a Stephanie Brown x reader fluff.

It's snowing in Gotham, everyone is excited about it. Everyone starts to put on their winter clothes and grabbed their sleds. They head to the park where there is a huge hill, is covered with so much snow.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/n asked.

“It will be fun. Have you done this before?” Stephanie asked.

Wally put his arms around Y/n and Stephanie’s shoulders.

“Don’t be a chicken right now. This will be so much fun. Are you guys ready?” Wally asked.

“Yeah,” Stephanie and Y/n said.

Everyone gets on the hill and sits on their sleds. Now, everyone starts to go downhill, some are screaming because of the speed and others are cheering.

Y/n, Conner, and Wally fell off their sleds. Stephanie and Dick slowed down but Miss Martian, and Garfield used their powers to slow down.

“Are you guys okay?” Dick asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine but I think my heart jumped out of my chest,” Y/n said.

Y/n is still lying in the snow.

“Yeah! It was scary but fun” Wally giggled.

Stephanie helped them get up. Now everyone is throwing snow at each other. There is no team, but some are using powers to throw snowballs. Zatanna used magic to throw snowballs, Then Connor and Wally used speed to throw snowballs.

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Y/n and Stephanie want to spend time alone, at her apartment. They took a hot shower and she made hot chocolate while Y/n grabbed the snacks.

“Today, was fun” Stephanie smiled.

“Yeah, but it wasn't fair that Wally and Connor used speed and Z used magic,” Y/n said.

“That wasn't fair but we still had a good time,” Stephanie said.

She wrapped her arms around Y/n’s shoulders. She starts to kiss Y/n on the lips and they smile at each other. Then Y/n starts to kiss her neck.

Later, they drink their hot chocolate. Then they fell asleep while watching tv and Stephanie cuddled with Y/n.

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Y/n and the team were fighting against Mr. Freeze but Y/n got hit with the freeze blast, and now Y/n is frozen solid. Y/n pushed Terra out of the way when Mr. freeze's gun blast almost hit her.

Stephanie is panicking and Zatanna used magic to make the ice melt. Y/n is shivering rapidly and barely can stand up.

“I got you, Y/n,” Stephanie said.

She has her arms around Y/n.

“I will get a blanket,” Wally said.

Wally used speed to grab the blankets and give them to Y/n.

“Y/n will be fine. Make soup, tea, and blankets around Y/n to stay warm” Dick said.

“Okay, I will do that” Stephanie said.

At home, Stephanie bought soup from a restaurant and Y/n starts to eat it. She touched Y/n’s forehead.

“Still cold but you are starting to get warm,” Stephanie said.

“Is Terra okay?” Y/n asked.

“Yes, she is okay,” Stephanie said.

Terra came over to check up on Y/n.

“Thanks, Y/n for saving me. I got this for you it's soup, Stephanie told me about your favorite snacks and tea” Terra said.

“Thanks for getting that for me” Y/n smiled.

Terra hugged Y/n and she left. Stephanie cuddles with Y/n in the bed. She made sure to grab the extra blankets. Later, the others did text Stephanie to see how Y/n is doing.

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Stephanie and Y/n are at the new year's Eve party. Everyone is having fun and the music is loud, and everyone is taking pictures.

“You have been acting strange, is everything okay?” Y/n asked.

“Babe, everything is fine and I’m fine” Stephanie smiled.

She gave Y/n a peck on the lips. The party is at Bruce Wayne’s mansion. But Stephanie and Y/n did take selfies together.

“Did you ask Y/n?” Zatanna asked.

“Not yet. But what if Y/n says no?” Stephanie asked.

“Maybe because Y/n isn't ready to move in. Take a chance to ask or you will be thinking what if and that can be stressful” Zatanna said.

Stephanie looks at Y/n, and Y/n is talking to Garfield and Terra and they are all laughing.

“Okay, I will ask Y/n,” Stephanie said.

Everyone is watching the tv and the countdown started. Everyone starts to count and then yelled Happy New Year. Stephanie kissed Y/n on the lips and Y/n kissed her back.

“Y/n, do want to move in with me? You always spend nights at my place... So why not make it official...” Stephanie said.

“Is that why you have been acting strange?” Y/n asked.

“Yes, because I wasn't sure what your answer would be. This is my first serious relationship” Stephanie said.

“Oh...oh okay. Yeah, I will move in with you!” Y/n smiled.

“Really!?” Stephanie smiled.

Y/n kissed her

“Yeah! I do want to move in with you” Y/n said.

Stephanie is very happy and she hugged Y/n tight.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Headcanons for Kate bishop dating a sorcerer who is also Dr strange’s apprentice

Kate Bishop x Male!reader

● Strange took you on as an apprentice as a favor to Wong 

● which is how you met Kate during an avengers meeting

● Wanda "Who's the new guy?"

● Strange "this is my apprentice Y/N"

● Kate "ha it's like that movie"

● you "what movie?" 

● Kate "the sorcerers apprentice.. you know… with Nicolas Cage" 

● both you and Strange "never heard of it" 

● you and Kate started hooking up shortly after that 

● Yelena was the first to find out when she walked in on you guys fooling around on Kate's couch 

● Yelena "Kate Bishop I brought pizza and beer- wait is that the wizard man?" 

● you "I'm not a wizard I'm a sorcerer!" 

● Kate "does that really matter right now? Someone help me find my shirt!"

● using magic to do mundane tasks which always amazes Kate 

● "woah how did you do that??"

● "babe do I really need to explain how magic works again?"

● Kate finding you asleep at the table surrounded by books that Strange assigned you to read 

● you are equally as brilliant (and just as stubborn too) as Strange so Kate has to listen to you guys arguing all the time over who is right 

● "you do remember I use to be a doctor right?" 

● "and I have degrees in both quantum physics and biochemical engineering" 

● you both look to Kate for her to choose who's correct "uhh I barely passed my biology course last year so maybe you should call Scott on this one" 

● Wong comes by and checks in on you from time to time 

● "so how is your training with Strange going"

● "he's a major pain in my ass"

● "he says the same about you" 

● Wong gets much enjoyment knowing you and Strange annoy the hell out of each other 

● "and how's Kate? She is your girlfriend correct?" 

● "do you really want to know about my personal life?" 

● "no but i thought it would be rude not to ask" 

● you and Kate will be in the middle of some private time when one of you gets a call for avengers business 

● Strange "and tell Kate she is needed too" 

● "how do you know I'm with Kate?"

● "because when you're not with me you're with Kate" 

● Kate taking your phone "hi Stephan so what are dealing with this time, aliens? Robots? Alien robots?" 

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Can I request when reader and Stephan are married and they're avengers. i want to be like what if episode four Where the reader is on a mission with Stephen and both are injured and the reader, who is also a witch, dies. And like the events of the series, He goes back to the past and tries to keep the reader from dying, but every time it happens again, so stephen is looking for a way to bring the reader back.And he has to fight the Avengers and then whatever happened in the what if episode four.thanks and your writing is so much good .

Whatever The Cost

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) dies on a mission and its like Stephen's whole world ended, but he knows he can bring her back if he tries hard enough and he's willing to go that far, no matter the cost.

Warning: Mentions of death and a lot of angst, but there is some fluff in there too :')

A/N: I really hope you guys like it and I'm sorry for the slow updates, but I was just really busy with finals and the holidays, but hopefully now its better :') Also I hope you have a really good day :)

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Y/N grimaced, tugging the rumpled sheets further up towards her head, shielding their eyes from the blinding interruption that proved to be sunlight, smugly streaming in through the sheer curtains that hung loosely from the ceiling.

"What's got you so grumpy this morning ?", Stephen wondered out loud, voice still raspy as he rubbed his eyes gingerly trying to get rid of the sleep. The sensation of a woman burying her head deeper into his chest shaking him from his steady slumber, her thick locks brushing against his bare skin, causing him to reflexively tighten his grip on her waist, pulling her in to look up at him.

She frowned, before attempting to burry her head in the crook of his neck, "The sun's getting in the way of my sleep", exasperatedly groaning, the sound of her voice muffled in the thick, fluffy sheets that covered their bodies, "Why do I always procrastinate on replacing the curtains ?".

Stephen pressed his lips together, silently contemplating the situation, "Well I would say it was less procrastination, and more that we're pretty occupied most of the time", tilting his head down to peck the crown of her head gently.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes a little, "I swear it didn't feel like the Avengers did this much work before we were supposedly a part of it", huffing into warm skin, unable to stop the smile that spread across her face at the low chuckle that came from him. Despite her aversion for the sun, she lifted her face from her hiding spot, admiring the way the sunshine managed to catch him in such an exquisite way. It was almost as though his eyes were taken from the colour of the waves crashing against the fine sand on the beach, so clear and concise as they watched her carefully.

"Yes but unfortunately it is", he replied, detangling an arm from their close to conjoint frames, to brush out a strand of stray hair from her face, not being able to tear his gaze away from her, although she would say her hair closely resembled a lions mane. Even though he always loved the way she looked, always radiating an etherealness, it was her personality that made him fall for her first. The confidence that poured out of her, able to wake an entire room and command his every move, which she was well aware of, not that he minded. He would probably walk through fire for her, in fact that was a milder option, in terms of the things he would do for her. The true fact was, he would do anything for her, no matter how gruesome or painful, with just the flick of her finger or a wave of her hand, but he supposed that's why he married her, the magazine cover like photos still unclouded in his mind.

"Don't remind me", she frowned playfully, turning around to face the other side, pressing her lips tightly together to stifle her giggles.

He protested, curling his arm out to tug her back to look at him, "Alright, how's this instead ?", connecting their lips. The kiss was sweet and loving, lips moving in sync, his hand moving up to cup her cheek, thumbing at the skin softly, quickly transforming into something more passionate. She pulled away for a few seconds, practically breathless, before moving back to kiss him again, more desperate, as he pulled himself to sit up against headboard, her leg swinging over so that she sat on his lap. Running her fingers through his fluffy locks of hair still messy from sleep, he hummed in delight, enjoying the sensation, as he moved down to brushing his lips against her neck, tightening his hold around her waist to close any resemblance of space between them, causing her to pant breathlessly.

A sudden beeping signalled a hologram which promptly popped out, frightening the pair. Y/N jumped out of his arms, unfortunately choosing to land on the darkly stained hardwood floors of the sanctum, groaning in pain as she dragged herself from the ground to look at it, leaning an elbow on the bed, while she rubbed her hip gingerly. Furrowing her eyebrows, she glared at the person illuminated in the air, Tony, who sent them a deadpanned look, "I know you two just got married, but this is becoming too frequent even for me", voice dripping with sarcasm. The call switched off with a soft beep, as she slumped down onto the bed, groaning in frustration into the silky sheets, raising an accusatory finger at the man chuckling above her, "Don't even-"

"It was pretty funny", he laughed, watching as she climbed back onto the bed, laying down with her limbs spread in exasperation, a silent protest.

She sulked, giving him a hard stare, promptly grabbing the first thing that she brushed her fingers against, flinging it at the sorcerer that sat up next to, causing him to raise his arms in protection. A fluffy, clean pillow to thump softly down onto the mattress. As his laughter died down, he lay himself down next to her stretching his fingers out to curl a strand of her hair, loose from the unkept pile that feathered around her head like a crown. Watching her intently, he found the edges of his lips curve upwards into a smile when he saw her defeat as the same grin spread across her face, turning to face him.

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Frantically pushing himself to stand, Stephen ran towards the pile of rubble, ears still ringing from the explosion that sent the building raining in small pieces of concrete hail on the ground, the cloud of dust it stirred up barely even settled, still somewhat visible. He couldn't stop his hands from shaking as he performed the spell, causing thin, blazing auburn bands lifted the grey slabs, tossing them elsewhere, leaving a small frame weakly lying on the discoloured, bumpy floor.

"No, no, no" he whispered, rushing over to cradle her fragile body in his arms, the dark, angry bruises that littered her ethereal face making his heart race anxiously, which only worsened when his eyes spotted the deep stain in her tunic, that was growing at a frightening pace. He pressed a palm tightly against it, using the other hand to support her, unable to stop the warm, salty tears that ran down his face, dripping onto her pale skin when his fingers began to turn dark crimson. Tilting his head to the dreary sky, he blinked a few times, willing himself to stop the tears, yet such force only made his emotions run wilder, the streams only becoming more vigorous and tormented.

As her eyes flickered shut, his voice began to break, far from his usual collected and confident manner, "Darling, just hold on" "I- If I just - I can fix this". His words more of a reassurance to himself than anything else, as he watched the woman he loved, who was filled with love and life, so much of which was devoted to him, that she sacrificed herself for him, without a second thought. In fact, she didn't even need to think about it, the action came to her like second nature, when she saw the wreckage come crumbling to the ground towards him, she roughly shoved him out of the way, taking his place under the shadow that was meant to be his doom, giving her whole self and life for him, so that he would live.

He delicately slipped his hand into hers, lacing his fingers with hers, never wanting to let go, wondering why he ever did. The ruby colour only stained her delicate skin, but the only thing Stephen could focus on was the cold that had enveloped her fingers, covering her warmth, like a deathly blanket. He was smart enough to deduce what had happened, but no matter how intelligent, he was still just a man who was able to hold his entire world and reason for being in his hands, a man who had that world destroyed.

"Love- Just- Just look at me- Please", he tried, a part of him being lost to the insanity, thinking that maybe just maybe, the universe wasn't cruel enough to snatch the one thing that he ever really wanted away from him, leaving him to be alone, a prison sentence without justification. It was like time stood still when she lay limp on him, his breath catching in throat, not able to come out. He thought maybe it was instinctive reflex, because what was the point of his life without her, she was like the sun, if she wasn't there everything would be a bleak, darkness, cold and unmeaningful, where he wouldn't be able to exist or even function. However, he could only sneer at the universe, knowing that it was not that kind, to let him go and be with her, wherever she was now.

The tears now fell more vigorously, like waves of an unrelenting storm, created from his own despair and loss, growing like a black hole within his chest. In that moment as he slumped down, pulling her lifeless form closer to his, he wished over and over again that his heart would stop, that something would come and take his life, because anything would be better than living in a world without her, without her good morning kisses, her terrible jokes. She didn't deserve this. This wasn't what her life was meant to succumb to, sacrifice for her husband. The more he thought about it, the more he felt his heart crack, little by little, until it shattered and clattered to the pit of his chest like tiny glass pieces, cutting deep and hardly, with no remorse, but he figured he deserved that, it was still just the slimmest fraction of the horror she had endured.

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"I'm going to make tea, and I suggest you join me before you do something reckless", Wong's voice rang out in the darkness of the empty sanctum.

Stephen couldn't sleep, not anymore. The whole room wasn't right without her, too hollow, like it had been carved out despite all the furniture that littered the hardwood floor, the cold wrapping him in tight knots, the blanket doing little to nothing to help, it never really did, it was always her. The softness of her skin, against his, the way her steady breathing would lull him, the heat that spread to him as their limbs remained tangled up, legs and hands together, faces tucked close to each other, because being apart would be so detrimental and torturous. Unfortunately that was his reality as of that day. Its not that people hadn't tried to help him, they did, but they weren't her. Even as he had watched them lower her body into the hole in the soil he wondered what the meaning of all this was. Why have a funeral ? She was gone and that was the only fact that mattered, the only thing the accusatory voice in his head could say, every day, every minute and every second, over and over again, like a mantra, that she was dead because of him. How do people survive without their significant other he wondered. Every waking day felt like he was drowning. She had been his air, his lifeline, and he was destined to be alone, suffocating in this agonising hell on earth.

"What ? I didn't even say anything ?", he replied nonchanlantly, not bothering to look up from where he sat, watching the raindrops fall against the window pains, the floor blotched with shadows as they slipped and ran carelessly down. The eye-shaped artefact felt cold against his skin, his fingers running up and down across the intricate lines and designs that protected the true treasure on the inside, an infinity stone, the time stone to be more speicific. A relic that could change the very story written so cautiously, erase anything with the wave of a hand.

"You didn't have to", his friend shook his head, moving closer to place a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, somewhat unsure of what more could be done to console him, "I know you miss her but there's nothing we can do".

"Yes but it isn't fair is it", he exclaimed, feeling his blood boil as he replayed the moment, his mind snapping the details overtime, filling ind details that he couldn't notice, his imagination more brutish than it should've been. He could practically hear her bones cracking under the weight of the concrete, blood gushing out like an untamed river, staining everything an angry scarlet, her soul leaving her body like an empty shell. His voice softened, turning to meet his friends eyes, "She took that fall for me", yet still lost in the maze that he had unconsciously created for himself, a punishment for not protecting her, what good are vows if he didn't keep them, "She is dead because of me, it- it should've been me".

Wong sighed,"I'm sorry Stephen, I truly am, now come on". The memory of her was still a sore to him too, another one of his closest friends lost, yet he thought would never understand what Stephen lost that day, a part him had died along with her that day, if not almost all of him, like a dead man walking, but he did his best to help his friend.

"I- Alright, I'll join you in a minute", the sorcerer hesitated, forcing a weak smile at his friend, relaxing when he began to walk down the stairs, footsteps growing quieter, until they were enveloped in the silence. He ran a hand across his face, trying to wake himself, before bringing his eyes to the relic that was clasped in his fingers, the Eye of Agamotto. The object could turn time back, but at what risk he thought, the entire multiverse may be in danger if there was one wrong move. He tried to push the idea out of his mind, but the only thing that he could think about was the hope of being able to see her again, wake up to her again, laugh with her again. Sliding the worn string over his neck, he twisted his hands into the convoluted spell, revealing the stone, allowing it to paint the walls a light green. He thought to himself, wasn't she worth risking the multiverse for.

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He blinked a few times readjusting to the light that shone into his eyes, trying to focus on the room around him as he frantically pushed himself to sit up, the feeling of the soft cotton familiar to his fingertips, a soft creaking filling the space. He felt confused, until he caught sight of the form that stirred under the sheets next to him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. He found himself unable to speak as, she pulled the covers down, rubbing at her eyes a little to remove the sleep, before her lips curled upwards into a smile as her gaze turned to him. Just like that he felt his heart racing again, like it had been restarted, matching her grin, he tilted his eyes to the ceiling, not wanting her to see the tears that had begun to form, threatening to roll down his cheeks, yet he brought his gaze back down to her. He didn't want to tear his eyes away from her, like she would disappear if he did. Reaching a hand out cautiously, he went to cup her cheek, a part of him scared that this was just a dream and he would wake up alone again, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when his fingers touched her skin, the warmth of it spreading through him like a jolt of electricity.

"Darling, are you alright ?", she questioned, her expression falling at the sight of the tears that lined his eyes, lifting her hand to thumb the drop that had rolled down his face, pulling herself closer to him, their legs tangled up together.

"I- I- Yeah, you just-", he stammered, feeling like a lovesick school boy again, "I love you so much". He could feel his chest about to burst with so much joy, at being able to see her again, touch her skin, inhale her soft citrusy scent of lime and basil, tugging her closer to connect their lips for a sweet kiss. She was confused for a moment, before melting into him, matching the desperation of his kiss with just as much fervour, leaving her sighing as he pushed her down, letting her sink in the fluffy pillows, before settling in between her legs, all without disconnecting their lips.

Feeling breathless, she broke the kiss, nestling her head in his neck, she whispered out, "I love you too", grinning as she pressed her lips against his again, lacing her fingers through his messy hair. He groaned at her touch, tugging her closer, an attempt at closing the non-existing space between them. He didn't want the moment to end, hoping he could drag it out forever, but the sound of a beeping he knew all too well snapped him back into reality, his hands still clutching her waist protectively, as the glowing hologram illuminated the air. "Oh my- I know you two just got married but get a room", Tony's voice rang out, clearly annoyed and partly disgusted, the woman sending him a sheepish smile while shrugging her shoulders. He merely rolled his eyes, "Anyways, we're having somewhat of a situation and need you guys to come in", voice filled with sarcasm as he sent them a pointed look, gesturing to the couple, "And this, has got to stop happening", before ending the call, the bright image being reduced to a small rectangular box.

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"Stop torturing yourself Stephen, there is no hope here", she insisted, folding her arms together, her demeanour calm and relaxed despite the wreckage that surrounded them, "(Y/N) is gone. You cannot save her"

"No", he murmured, glancing back at her lifeless body that lay weakly on the floor, surrounded by pieces of demolished buildings and concrete, growing more frustrated and furious at the Ancient One's words, her peaceful, composed manner only provoking him further. How was it that she was so unaffected, she was her student too, and yet she just watched her, no let her die, without doing anything to stop it, like she was meaningless, but Stephen knew she was anything but that, he needed her.

"Stephen, this path only leads to darkness and the end of this reality", she warned, watching him vigilantly, silently hoping that he would be collected enough to make the right choice for the greater good of their reality. He could only clutch his hands tightly into fists, tilting his head down to look at the worn relic that hung from his neck, knowing what he had to do. He knew she was worth it, reality was worth destroying, if she would live instead.

Her expression softened, raising her arms in a protective stance, as she watched him, his back facing her, a sadness enveloping her when she realised what was to come, his judgement clouded by loss and despair, "Please do not do this, or I will be forced to stop you".

He felt a determination wash over him, turning himself around to give her a sharp look, he twisted his arms up to open the Eye of Agamotto, revealing the time stone, "You'd have to find me first", before disappearing into the bright green light.

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"Strange you have got to stop this", Tony's familiar voice rang out clearly in the night, the light from his suit illuminating the ground, causing Stephen to squint as it shone into his eyes. Taking a step back, he was quick to notice the shadows that stepped out from the darkness, revealing themselves to be Natasha and Steve, hands hovering above their weapons hesitantly, unsure of just how unstable he really was. He didn't think he was unstable, in fact he'd never seen clearer in his life before. He knew exactly what he wanted, he knew what he needed to do to get it and he knew he wasn't going to let anyone stop him, even his friends.

"You don't understand, she didn't deserve that, that's not what her life should be", he warned the group, raising his head to meet the emotionless, glowing eyes of the Iron Man suit. Tony wouldn't understand, he told himself, he had his wife with him. How could he possibly understand having a hole ripped in the middle of his chest, to the point where it hurt to breathe or move, knowing that she wouldn't be able to anymore. No, he didn't understand.

"Yes, but at what cost Stephen", Natasha's voice was soft and gentle, yet still cautious, testing the waters with her words, just barely brushing against the surface to wet her toes, her eyes watching for the slightest hint of aggression from him, "I don't think she'd want you to destroy the world to save her".

Rolling his eyes at her, he sighed, running a hand across his forehead in frustration, "You would do the exact same thing if you were in my position". He knew the tactic she was using to try and calm him down, persuade him to see her side, do what they wanted him to do having witnessed it many times, yet this was the first time he had been on the opposite side, finding that it did nothing to sway his mind, nothing would stop him from reuniting himself with her. He needed them to leave, them being here meant there was a problem to deal with, which meant that he was wasting precious time that he could be using to save (Y/N).

Seeing the pain behind his un-phased demeanour, she took a step closer, reaching her hands out to him, like he was some lost skittish lost child that would run at the slightest hint of danger. "I know it hurts, we all miss her, but this isn't right"

She spoke like she understood the pain, but she didn't, she may have experienced excruciating pain and though it made him sympathise for her, that did not mean she understood his. "Stop- Stop acting like you all understand, because you don't", he exclaimed, his rage only fuelled by the empathising words, tired of all the 'I'm sorry's' and 'It gets better's'. People are never really sorry and it never really gets better, they just learn to live with the pain, the difference was that he could do something about it, he could change the past, if they would just leave him alone.

"I suggest you all leave before someone gets hurt", he scowled, turning his back to them, only to be stopped with Steve in his way, the extreme emotion he felt causing the magic to instinctively flow from his fingers, lighting up the space around them in furious, auburn sparkles, his eyes shaded a dangerous colour.

The man spoke in a collected tone, trying not to provoke him further, his shield ready by his side, ready to strike at any moment, "I don't want to do this Stephen, don't make me do this". He thought they were his friends, they should care enough to help him, or at least let him do what he had to, to bring you back, but if they wanted to get in his way, so be it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"I- What- What happened ?", she stammered, using a hand to rub her head, feeling it spin as her eyes fluttered open. Her heart began to race, taking in the monstrous figure that held her gently, with dark slimy tentacles waving around and three glowing eyes that watched her intently. She felt too frightened to move, or notice that the full panging in her stomach had gone quiet, wishing she didn’t open her eyes, her mind running at full speed, trying to think of how to free herself, and then it spoke.

"(Y/N)- You- You're back", he hesitated, voice quiet and surprised at his own ability, forcing the remnants of the other masters to sink into himself, "I- I did it". Leaning in closer, he pulled her in for a kiss, her expression softening at the realisation of who it was.

She remorsefully pushed him off her, tilting her head to look around before turning back to him, questioning softly, "Oh Stephen, what did you do ?". She took in his appearance, the dark circles under his eyes had turned a deeper colour and his beautiful, cool, blue eyes seemed cloudy and hazed, like he was not fully there. The familiar rich, ruby coloured cape that she had grown accustomed to had been switched out for something more menacing, with sharp triangle edged and gold rimming. She could feel her heart sink further and further into a pit in her chest, threatening to crack at the state of the man she loved. He was lost, it was displayed plain for her to see, but he didn't seem to realise it, and she figured it was too late for either of them to reverse it.

"You died and I brought you back", he laughed, raising his arms in self-congratulation, attempting to curl his arms around her waist, bending down for another kiss, only to be stopped by her palm in his face. He raised an eyebrow, she looked unhappy, not even that but pitiful, for him. That didn't make sense, she should be happy, they could finally be together. He had burned down so many people for them, for her. He just couldn't understand it.

"You- You know I love you, but at what cost darling ?", she sighed, using a finger to slant his head up, forcing him to take in the reality that he had torn apart, "Look at the world". Her words were like a slap to the face. The sky had become a shade of green, so sickly and revolting, with holes of black that seemed to envelope all life, turning it into nothingness. He frantically began to turn his head around, hoping and wishing that there was someone who was fine, despite the part of him that knew this would have happened.

"No, no, but I- I can fix this", he tried to reassure himself. He had the power of hundreds of mystic art masters, he could fix this, otherwise what was the point of all the dark things he had done. It all seemed justified if it meant he could be with her again, anything paled in comparison to being with her, but this was not his intention, he didn't mean to doom everyone, but he could fix it. He could, he told himself, bringing himself to stand, the magic pouring from his fingertips, an act of desperation, his eyes flickering from the world to her.

She winced, pushing herself off the ground to face him, "Stephen, no one can reverse this,", a hand reached out to cup his cheek, tilting his head down to face her. There was now a new feeling in her chest, like low, dullness, not pain, but like she was losing feeling in her body, her head growing heavier. Bringing her fingers up to her eyes, she gasped, turning her hand around, shocked to see her skin turning a charcoal colour, bubbling out into the air around them. She bit her lip, a futile attempt to stop the tears that began to roll down her cheeks, tasting salty and wet as they dampened her lips. Despite how furious she was at her husband, it still felt bittersweet as she realised that this was the last time she'd get to see him, and in spite of herself she closed the gap between their two bodies, wrapping her arms around his neck, the streams that ravaged down her face staining his tunic, whispering, "Goodbye Stephen".

The world crystallised at his palms, the edges the sky no longer vast with possibility, but harsh and sharp lines formed, that resembled hard glass, but he wouldn't turn his eyes away from the woman that clutched him tightly, slowly fading further and further into emptiness. "No- But I-", he stammered, unable to control the tears that fell as he lowered down to the ground of his prison, grabbing helplessly at the unoccupied space, feeling his heart "(Y/N) no, don't go- Please-". He had sacrificed everything for her, the whole universe burnt to the ground so that she would live, and somehow it had all ended with him alone again, except this time the aching loss that seared in his chest was worse, because there was no more do-overs. This was his final chance and he ruined it.

Running a hand across his eyes, he tried to wipe at the tears that were falling at a dangerous pace, eventually giving up and hiding his face in them, so filled with shame, to have disappointed her, that this had been her last memory of him. He began to murmur out into the empty space, "I- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry", but it was pointless, there was no one to hear him, no one to forgive him, he had destroyed everything. He started all this pain, all this suffering, so that she wouldn't, but in the end she was still gone and he was still alone. The shattered pieces of his heart that littered his chest, crushed further without remorse, and it was his punishment to live with that pain for the rest of his existence, but as he thought about all the things he had done, he figured he deserved this.

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Okay so I was thinking Dr strange x familial reader (you can choose) they want to learn magic and keeps pestering him but when he 'shows her' he uses his magic to pin her and just tickle her??? Maybe with lots of raspberries and nibbles?? You don't have to do it :)

Magics 'cool' huh?

Words: 1718

Fandom: Marvel, Dr Strange!

Warnings: t!ckling?? And burning urself with coffee on ur tongue, ik, traumatic. (Jk pfft)

Summary: prompt- The reader is pestering Strange about wanting to learn magic, thiugh the reader regrets it quickly once he shows her...

A/N: HELLO. I FUCKING DID IT, I WROTE! Im not like REALLY proud of this one, but I still love it. AND STRANGE. UGH I LOVE HIM! He doesn't get enough platonic tk fics!? I legit have the collection of funkos for his movie PFFT-

Also! Also, important, from here on out for a while, i'll be writing tickle (tk word) as t!ckle in my fics until I find out what's going on with tumblr. Apparently some people can't see the word and I feel that's an appropriate way to write it? Anyway, enjoy!!

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(I rlly fucking love this gif pfft-)

"Pleaseeee"

"No"

"Pleaseeeeeeeee"

"No"

You kept begging, it had probably been going on for a while now, starting to get on Stephens nerves. You were begging him to learn magic again, he always told you "later" or "when you're older", but it never stopped the nagging.

You were following Strange around the sanctuary, you'd come down to snatch a book but Strange had caught you so you started to veg him to teach you magic instead, obviously, his answer was no. Just as it always was.

Stephen was walking down the steps so you followed behind him, egging on about how cool it would be and how awesome magic was.

"Magic isn't just about 'being cool', it's a sacred practice, used for centuries, 'being cool' isn't enough" Stephan sighed, going to make himself a coffee.

You followed behind him, "yeah- yeah but it is! And I wanna be just like you, you're so cool and awesome... come on Strange, pleaseee"

Stephen only gave you the side eye whole boiling a kettle and fixing himself a coffee. "Want one?" He asked, avoiding your pleas yet again.

You only groaned but accepted either way.

"Come on! Please! I'm older, I'm mature-"

"Are you now?" He asked, a smirk present on his face and giving you the side eye. You only glared back, pouting.

"Yes! You saw me in training the other day! I almost beat Peter!"

"Ah yes, before he took you down with a couple pokes to the stomack" Stephen choked back a laugh, smirking whole pouring the drinks.

You put a finger up to tell him off and defend yourself, but honestly, you couldnt- luckily it wasnt actual training and had turned a bit jokey by the end, in a real fight a villain wouldn't just t!ckle you.

You couldn't even defend yourself, a blush dusting over your cheeks.

"I- even so! That doesn't count- HD was bitter-"

"You're still a child Y/n"

"Teenager actually" you corrected him, standing tall as if it was something to be proud of while taking the coffee he'd handed to you and taking a sip, almost dropping your as you yelled from how hot it was.

Strange sighed and held the bridge of his nose, partly tired of you and also admiring how goofy you could be even if you were growing up as an avenger.

"And that's why you can't learn magic"

"WHATH?! BUTH THAF NOTH FAIR!" You yelled, sounding funny as you stuck out your tongue while talking as you burnt yourself.

You grabbed a glass of water and helped the burn, but quickly turned back to Strange who was already walking away. You put your coffee down and chased after him.

"Aw come on! Pleaseeee, pretty please!! Please please pleaseeeeee"

"Why do you think nagging me would help?"

"Well is it?"

Stephen only sipped his coffee, rolling his eyes, you took that as a yes and 'AhHa!'ed him.

"Please Strange? It's so cool and awesome!"

"We've already discussed this y/n, 'cool and awesome' aren't good reasons"

"Aw please!, come on, at least show me some magic! I promise won't ask for the rest of the day"

Stephen stopped for a second and put his coffee down on a coffee table, you were in one of the more relaxing rooms with a couch and a few library books.

"You really think you're gonna nag me on about this for the whole day?" Stephen asked, a slight smirk on his face as he seemed slightly humoured by your attempts and pestering.

You nodded with a bright smile, knowing you didnt have much better things to do-

"You really think Magic is awesome and cool?" He asked, slightly changing the topic again. You nodded, a little confused again but hey, he was gonna do something right?!

"Okay, fine, I'll show you some magic, but you've gotta stop pestering me about this for a week"

You had to stop and think for a minute, Stephen held back a laugh as you glared at him and began to think over the deal...

"Deal! But it's gotta be cool magic, not some shitty levitation stuff again, that was boring-"

"Oh, this isn't just 'shitty levitation'" Stephen chuckled, a smirk under his features as he began to do some weird movements with his hands and say some words.

You felt a little strange for a moment, realising what he had said, and spotting the smirk on his face. Something in your gut told you this wasn't gonna work out well for you...

Suddenly you began to levitate slightly, floating above the ground slightly, you laughed, thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad, looking down at the ground and floating around slightly.

Strange smiled at you, still mid spell.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah! This is really coo- Strange?-" suddenly you were unable to move your body, arms pinned above your head with some mystical numbers and symbols around your wrists and the same for your feet and ankles.

A part of you saw where this was leading, and desperately tried to escape, wiggling around. You knew Stephen could get playful, but this was a while new level- well- it wouldn't be the first time he or someone else had used magic to t!ckle you...

BUT STILL.

Stephen seemed to stop casting the spell and smiled at you, looking up very slightly because you weren't far up from the ground, nor were you necessarily tall.

"Stephen-" Your voice was a little wobbly, a nervous smile on your features as you began to feel exposed, realising the situation.

"Yes Y/n?"

"What are- you doing?..."

"Showing you magic" He explained, suddenly it felt as though feathers were dancing around the sides and back of your neck, making giggles bubble up inside and lightly spill out, adorable giggles filling the room.

"Anything wrong? I hope this is better than 'shitty levitation'" Strange teased, tilting his head and going to take a sip of his coffee.

"Nohohoho- thihihis is sthill duhumb" you couldn't stop the giggles as the feathers seemed to dest down to your ribs and belly, making you close one eye and look away.

Stephen only laughed, "I thought you said magic was cool?" He teased, walking up to you again after putting the coffee down.

"ThhihIS iSnT cooooohohohol!" You tried to look away from him and avoid him seeing your babies and giggly face, if you wanted to be seen as grown up; this wasn't the way to do so.

"No, no, this is very cool" He teased, beginning to use his own hands to t!ckle your sides and ribs along with the magical feathers around your neck.

"StePhEn!?!" You couldn't help but squeal as he attacked your ribs, shaking your head slightly as he would move all the way up your torso and back down again.

"Yeah?"

"Thihis WASNT- thE deahahalll!" Strange began to t!ckle your underarms and send you into hystericals.

"No, the deal was I show you some cool magic, and you stop pestering me for a week"

"THIHIHIS ISNT FAHAHIRRRR"

"This is perfectly reasonable" Strange shrugged, teasing you as he continued his onslaught.

He continued to t!ckle your underarms and send feathers to your sides and neck, one constantly on your tummy making the most adorable laugh come out. You were desperately trying to escape but also secretly, a part of you was loving this- Stephen tended to be playful or sarcastic when he could, bur it was rarer and rarer as time went on. He was very serious when it came to the reality or the time stone.

So him using his magic to keep you still while tickling you, holding back his own laughter? It wasn't ALL bad-

When Stephen began to pull up your shirt though, that's when all he'll broke loose, you felt cold hands on your stomach and looked down to see a smirk wide on his face, not even bathing to hold hold now.

"WAHAHAHIT WAIT WAIT"

You begged and squealed, it was a little surprising how cold his hands were from holding a hot mug of coffee.

"For what? And all this magic is making me hungry" Strange teased, pulling up your shirt some more to reveal your tummy. You squealed as he spidered your tummy, pretending to eat it and making dumb nom nom sounds.

"STRAAAHAHANGEEEE!"

"Sorry Y/n, I'm hungry. I wonder, do you want some raspberries?" Stephen truly began to enjoy himself now, going all in and teasing you, blowing rasberry after rasberry on your belly as you squealed and yelped, giggling turning from laughter and back in between as h would blow a rasberry and then nibble slightly, reapeating it as butterlies swarmed your stomach.

"PLEASEEEE MUHUHUHURCYYY MERCYYYYYYYY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYYY" You squealed, thrashing slightly yet staying unharmed as it was magic bonds.

After a while Stephen FINALLY gave up, letting you suffer with a few t!cklish feathers against your sensitive skin before letting the magic drop you through a portal and land face first on the couch.

You lay, face in the sofa, giggling and huffing and puffing. You knew he could be playful but that was BRUTAL!?

"Ah, my coffee's gone cold now" Stephen whined, pretending as the previous situation hadn't just happened. Luckily, magic and microwaves exist, you he just warmed it up.

When he came back, he sat on your legs and began to read a book, you honestly didn't care, you were so exhausted and slightly embarrassed that you just stayed with your face in the couch.

Stephen didn't say much more after that, he rubbed your back with a smile, still happily reading his book. When he did decide to talk, you gave him so answer, already fallen asleep after being wrecked.

Strange only smiled at you, putting his book down for a second. You meant a lot to him, you had always admired everything about everyone, all of the avengers, all people, all aliens when you'd met them. You thought the world of it all, while still maintaining a teenage composure and professional when needed.

You meant a lot to everyone really, but Strange was glad to have you around, even if it was pestering about learning magic.

It just meant he could wreck you with it.

[stuckybarton]

Manifestation of A Happy Ending

SUMMARY: "Everyone deserves a happy ending, even you."

CHARACTERS: Stephen Strange x Reader;

WARNINGS: Brief Description of Child Birth.

WORDS: 2,022

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Part 5 CANDLELIGHT

One of the few things you had learned since your past and your present had collided was the world was constantly moving. Everyone would try to move on, try to better themselves. A process the might look painful on one end, and easy for some. You had it easy. Having Stephen by your side all throughout was good, being able to find the good in the world in him, in your relationship and eventual marriage as well as the child you were carrying.

Things has been going well and you found yourself visiting the compound more on a regular basis now with Stephen constantly by your side. His sling ring a good tool to use to avoid dealing with New York traffic. Being able to reconnect with your friends had been hard at first having ghosted them for a hefty amount of time, but things had been good, especially with everyone just as excited about the baby coming in a few more months.

"Have you found out about the gender?" Nat had inquired as soon as you had arrived into the common room, your husband and Wong was dealing with a mission briefing with Steve and Tony while you waited.

"Not yet." You smiled at your friend before rubbing your growing bump. Sitting by the window with your friend, it was still weird for you to come back here, knowing everything that had happened. The way you just left and never looked back. "We still haven't decided if we're going to wait until the baby is born."

Nat smiled, asking your permission, had placed her hand against your stomach. The light thump had made the two of you jump, your baby's first kick.

"Still can't convince you to name the baby Natalie?" She teased making your burst out laughing.

"Tell that to Wanda and Thor, they're already bribing me with naming the baby after them too." You giggled remembering the multiple of times you had to deal with the two when you visit. "But I'll think about it." You assured knowing the name you had in mind would sound good with a second name added to it.

"We're not mad at you for what happened, Y/N." Nat had spoke all of a sudden, surprising you with the shift of your conversation. "We're surprised that everything happened the way that it did, but we understand why you did what you had to do."

You were left in silence, it was still something you tried your best to keep to yourself. A resentment they might have towards you because of your choice, how you turned your back on all of them when your relationship with Tony ended.

Before Nat could continue on with her words, FRIDAY had called for her to the briefing as well.

"We'll talk later, I'll find someone to keep you company for a while." Nat has said with a smile leaving you all alone to your own thoughts.

It would take a while to come to terms with your choice, but as long as you had Stephen and the baby, you had nothing more you had to worry about. Rubbing your stomach again, the thump had made you smile as you started to hum against the air, hoping to calm your restless baby.

Your eyes lingered onto the windows, the well manicured lawn and the vast land of the compound. You had remembered the time where you would sit in the middle of the grass, soaking into the sunlight after being in the confinement of your former room for days on end.

"I hope I am not intruding."

Turning your head away from the window, the sight of Loki had surprised you. For the most part, you had known about the team's hesitation towards the reformed God, and the other part of you still wary of him after the last time you've seen him in person--when he and his brother had made their way to Stephen's sanctum hoping to find you. The words that he spoke that became the push you needed to this life you now live.

"No you're not, Loki." You assured the God as he has come to approach you. "How's your stay since I've last seen you?" You inquired the man.

Unlike everyone in the team, you didn't have the same resentment towards the man--knowing from Thor what had happened to him, what he had to do to survive, you try your best not to put it against him if you could. And he is a good company to have while you do your research for your book.

"I'm afraid I've lost my library companion." He responded, a ghost of a smile resting on his face. "And I think an apology is long overdue after what I've said."

One brow rose waiting for him to continue his words.

"What I had called you in Strange's Sanctum is uncalled for and I never got the chance to apologize to you."

So he did know you were in the Sanctum. Blinking you didn't really know what to say.

"Why didn't you tell Thor or Tony?" You found yourself asking after a moment.

"What for? If you truly want to be found, you wouldn't have hidden, in such a poor excuse of curtains of all things. And I do not believe that you would be happy with Stark in the long run."

"So you're favoring Stephen over Tony?" You smiled knowing the vendetta still placed on Stephen's back for what he did to Loki all those years before.

"I have said no such thing." He brushed off finally sitting besides you on the couch. "But you're more tolerable compared to the rest of the people in this compound, so your happiness is something I'd champion for."

The biggest compliment you had received from Loki and somehow you find yourself blushing at it. You held onto the man's hand.

"I think I might just name my baby after you, Loki." You teased. "Is this your plan all along?"

"Is it working?" He smirked right back, mischief twinkling his eyes.

"You have Nat, Wanda, and your brother to fight for that right." You pointed out giggling at the antics that Loki was slowly showcasing you. A rare sight as the man chooses to keep to himself most of the time. "Want to feel the baby?" You offered looking up at the man.

"Are you sure?" The man sounded so uncertain and for a while you understood where he was coming from but knowing him, knowing he wouldn't hurt you, it doesn't sound too bad to have him feel the baby too.

Hand still holding onto his own, you placed his palm on top of your stomach. Smiling as soon as his palm rested, a sudden kick had made the two of your jump for a moment. Giving him a side glance, an amazed look that rested on his face placed you more at ease.

"They like you." You pointed out with a smile.

"A mistake they'd made before they're even born." Loki muttered pulling away.

"Loki--" You warned. "You don't contradict a pregnant woman." You warned with a pointed look now focus on him. A sheepish smile now resting on his face because of it.

Before Loki could further contradict himself, the sound of a few voices approaching had the two of you looking up and the sight of your husband and Wong coming to pick you up. But the sight of Tony and Steve also with them, the smile on your face had fallen. So much for trying to avoid the man.

"Hands off the wife, Laufeyson." Your husband warned, but you rolled your eyes and smiled towards the also much annoyed Loki.

"Loki's been keeping me company." You pointed out finally standing up and approaching your husband in the process.

"Fifty bucks he's also trying to convince you to name the baby after him."

"Keep your money to yourself, Strange." You snorted wrapping an arm around his waist. You smiled beamingly at your husband before winking knowingly at Loki and the conversation they had would only be theirs to keep from now on. "Loki's been nothing but nice to me and I'm staring to like the idea of Baby Loki."

At the grimace your husband had on you couldn't help but burst into as loud fits of laughter.  Resting your head against his chest, try as the man could, it was still hard for him to keep his emotions and his sass in check. You were fine with it, happy for his antics from time to time when he wasn't getting on your nerves.

"We'll talk about our child's life choices if you do that when we get home." He muttered cradling your head as you pull back to look at him. "Say goodbye to your friend before we go."

You smiled hugging Loki, taking the man by surprise before promising to catch up with Steve if Stephen ever stops by the compound again. But for a fraction of a second, you found your attention towards Tony, the longing look on his face as he looked at you and it scared you so much. You know you wouldn't leave Stephen, after everything you had been through, but it was just sad to see the playboy so broken--because of you.

"Bye, Tony." You finally whispered before joining your husband and Wong through the portal to bring you right home to the Sanctum.

~

"Benedict Vincent Strange."

The name had escaped your lips as soon as the baby was born. The past thirteen hours, Stephan had been besides himself. Everything he had learned from Med School was thrown in the trash when it comes to you. The doctors had tried their best to stay as far away from him while making sure you were well accommodated.

And everything was worth it as he now held on to his son. A blend of you and him. 

Even as the past few hours had been you sobbing to the high heavens while you pushed for the baby out while you pray for their safety. Stephen was relieved to know you and the baby were safe and healthy judging from the lungs capable of screaming up a storm from the both of you. The smile had somehow found their way onto his face.

He had watched the doctors begin to clean up his son before turning his attention back to you. Leaning back against the bed, even with the fatigue and pain still painting your face, you still had this big smile watching from the sides as the nurses swaddle your son.

"He's got your eyes." Stephen pointed out with a smirk and you were quick to roll your eyes. It was just a fun little debate the two of you had while you prepared for the baby, how such discussion span and become so meaningless as all the mattered was this very sight.

A life he never thought he would be allowed to have in his life. After everything he had done--the mistake he had made, he was still allowed to have his own happy ending in the form of you who had almost fallen face first in front of him in the cafe.

"Do you ever regret it?" Stephen asked after a moment of silence passed between the two of you. "Leaving Tony behind for someone like me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Stephen." You smiled holding onto his hands, pulling him closer to where you laid to rest. "I've got everything I could have ever wanted in my life. A decent man that loves me more than the whole multiverse combined. I've got a child that I will give my life and soul to protect and love."

It was the truth, and the smile that lingered on his face made everything alright now. There would come a time that his life would be put on the line for the sake of the world, but it was alright. It was for you and it was for your son. His own little manifestation of a happy ending.

He would want nothing more in his life.

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[damn-stark]

Lightning pt.2

Thor Odinson x Odinsdottir!reader, Loki Laufeyson x Odinsdottir!reader (platonic)

Summary: After the death of your brother Loki, and Frigga, things in Asgard change drastically, just like your father. Where he was cold and distant before, now he’s caring and attentive. And you didn’t mind his change, in fact you loved that he had this new time for you, yet when you find out the truth behind his actions, how will you react?

Warning- Fluff, violence, angst

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“Come on just listen.”

“Hmm,” you turn to your older brother Thor and ignore the one that was supposedly now alive and trying to get a word in. “Thor, did you hear something?”

Said man shakes his head and plays along with you. “No, it was just the howl of the wind.”

You nod in agreement, “I think so.”

“Just listen to me!” Loki bellows, making Thor and you stop halfway to Himinbjorg and turn to face him. “Just,” he sighs and calms down, “listen to me.”

“No,” you remark as you take a step towards him and point your finger at him, “no you don’t get to talk because you lied! You lied to Thor and me! You made us believe that you had died when it wasn’t true, when you were here the whole time!” Angry tears fill your eyes and your lips curl into a scowl, but also falters and threatens to turn to a frown. “You could’ve said something to me.”

“And if I had said something, tell me you wouldn’t have run to Thor, the moment you could.” Loki argues, matching the anger in your tone.

You scoff and step away from him, your tears dry up and you speak in a calmer and softer tone, “maybe because we care about you, Loki, is that so hard to believe?”

Loki parts his lips to argue, but all he does is take a small breath and stay quiet as his eyes bounce between Thor listening and agreeing, and you pouring out your frustration.

“Not only that,” you add, hearing your voice crack again, “but you made me believe that father had changed and truly cared for me and didn’t just talk to me when it was convenient for him.”

“What?” Thor interjects as he lets out a nervous chuckle, “what are you talking about, y/n? Father does care about you. You’re his only daughter and his youngest child.”

You scoff and slowly tilt your head to look at Thor, who looked utterly surprised at your revelation, that to him was unbelievable to hear, yet it was the truth to you. “Maybe deep inside his heart, but the only time he showed any type of fatherly affection was when Loki was disguised as him.” You lower your gaze and avoid both Thor and Loki's gaze. “Father has never loved me like he did you, and that’s all I wanted, for him to at least show any type of care that he showed you.”

Thor laughs nervously and crosses his arms over his chest whilst he shakes his head and dismisses the truth he didn’t admit. “Father loves us all equally, he doesn’t have favorites.”

“Uh,” you breathe out before Loki and you meet each other's gaze and share a knowing look at Thor’s clueless comment. “Okay,” you scoff, “whatever I’m done with this,” you spin back on your heels and storm towards Himinbjorg. “Let’s go find father. Our real father.”

“Hey, don’t turn your back on me,” Loki calls after you as Thor and him continue towards Himinbjorg. “I’m not done yet.”

You stop in your tracks and turn halfway to throw your hand out and shoot him a bolt of lightning. “I’m done.”

Thor looks down at Loki and snickers. “You deserved that.”

——

(MIDGARD)

“I swear I left him right here.” Loki says as the three of you watch the rubble of what used to be a building was being picked up.

“Right here on the sidewalk, or right there where the building is being demolished?” Thor remarks. “Great planning.”

Loki shrugs nonchalantly, “how was I supposed to know? Can’t see into the future. I’m not a witch.”

“No? Then why are you dressed like one?”

“Hey.”

As they both continue to argue, you finally give yourself a moment to examine Midgard for the first time. After all the good things Thor had said about this planet, it wasn’t living to your expectations; it was crowded and loud. The clothes they wore were comfortable, but so far that’s about it. The air smelled odd, there was a mixture of different scents, like new food, their was this bitter smell, the scent of trees and dirt, but also something you couldn’t identify. It made you wonder why Loki and Thor seemed to like this so much.

“Hi,”

You turn your head away from the building and look at a pair of girls walking up to Thor, with a long rectangular things in their hands and big grins on their faces.

“Would you mind taking a picture with us?”

Thor doesn’t hesitate to agree and the girls giggle with content as they gather around him to take a...picture?

“How odd, yet fascinating.” You muse, you turn to Loki and smirk, “maybe they’ll take a photo with me? Considering I’m in their little history books.”

“Start figuring out where he is.” Thor tells Loki before he smiles at the gadget.

“Sorry to hear that Jane dumped you.” A girl says before they walk off, making you turn to Thor and raise a quizzical brow.

“I thought you said—”

“She didn’t dump me, you know,” Thor interjects before you could finish, “I dumped her. It was a mutual dumping.”

Loki pats Thor's shoulder and you simply smile wider and nod as you hear his excuse, albeit not lasting too long in this happy state as around Loki’s feet a gold sparking ring begins to circle around him, making Thor, you and even Loki confused on what was suddenly going on until Loki, suddenly falls down into the gold, sparkling ring and disappears. Leaving behind a piece of paper in his place.

“What just happened?” You mutter as you tap the paper with your foot.

Thor taps the paper with the point of his umbrella and whispers, “Loki,” before he picks it up and you both read the words on it and he finishes with, “an address.”

“Is it one of your superhero friends?” You ask curiously, “your work friends?”

Thor shakes his head and puts the card down, “no. At least I don’t think so. Let’s go see what they want.”

You hum in agreement and begin to blindly follow beside him, looking around at the passing buildings to take everything in.

“So how are you liking earth?” Thor finally asks, “it’s not the trip I promised, but it’s earth.”

“It’s,” you begin slowly, lifting your hand to stroke your chin, “it’s very….what’s the word, average, disappointing, uh, mediocre? I can’t believe Loki really wanted to rule here.”

“Yeah well our brother is weird.”

You grin, “do you think if I did like a lightening show, you know something scary, they’d like bow to me?”

Thor’s gaze narrows and his expression twists into one of concern. “Uh, I think you’ve been under our brothers influence a bit too long. Let’s not do that.” He grabs your shoulders and continues guiding you to where the card instructed.

You shrug, “just something to laugh at.”

“Yeah….no.”

You sigh in disappointment and see him step to your side.

“You’ve got to try this drink these mortals call coffee, it’s delicious.” Thor adds with excitement, “after we find Loki, and father of course.”

“Okay—”

“And this thing about Father, you know...”

There it was. Yep, you knew he was going to bring that up.

“...he does care right.” Thor continues, causing you to frown and feel that frustration all over again. “He just has a hard time expressing it.”

“Yeah,” you nod slowly, “sure.” You pull away from his side and before he could blink, you speed around a couple blocks until you find the right address and return to Thor in a flash and just create a sudden gust of wind when you do so. Causing Thor to react in a shock.

“Did you just?”

“Yep. I’m faster now. Fath—Loki has been teaching me how to improve my powers…” you trail off, quickly choosing to change the subject before he could question it. “The place is just around the corner.”

——

When you finally reach the building in question, Thor is the first to knock, albeit as soon as he does you’re both magically transported inside. Being welcomed into a fancy dimly lit room that gave this magistic type of vibe.

“Thor odinson.” A sudden voice boomed and cut through the silence that had greeted Thor and you, making you jump and fist your hands to produce lightning sparks that you were prepared to turn into full lightning bolts in any given second, as this floating figure began to float towards your brother and you. “God of Thunder. You can put down the umbrella.” The man that greeted your brother from the shadows finally lets his face be seen; showing an older intimidating man that looked to be a wizard with his red cape and yellow gloves. His hardened gaze shifted from your brother and then to you to continue nonchalantly, “and turn off any hostility.”

Thor and you meet each other’s gaze and silently come to an agreement to do as this wizard said—you retract the lightning and let your fists unfold, while Thor sets his umbrella down and suddenly makes the room change as the object hits the ground. You don’t question your curiosity out loud, instead you keep it in your mind.

Thor on the other hand, did the opposite and also began to mess with items that weren’t his. “So, Earth has, uh, wizards now?” He chuckles and as he sets what he had been messing with down, making it all tumble and make a mess.

“Oh.” You breathe under your breath.

“The preferred term is “Master of the Mystic Arts.” You can leave that now.”

“All right wizard,” Thor clicks his tongue as he leans by the counter, “who are you? Why should we care?”

“My name is Doctor Stephan Strange,” the man finally reveals. “And I have some questions for you. Take a seat.”

Suddenly, seconds after he said that, Thor and you were magically swooshed to a different room, this time where you were now sitting down on comfortable seats.

“Tea?” Doctor Strange suggests, having teacups magically appear in your hands.

“Oh,” you smile, “thank you.”

However Thor doesn’t take the offering and has his drink changed to beer, letting the Doctor carry on with his own questions.

“So I keep a watchlist of individuals and beings from other realms that may be a threat to this world. Your adopted brother, Loki is one of those beings.” The man chuckles.

“He’s a worthy inclusion.” Thor remarks after finishing and getting his drink refilled. “Hmm.”

“Then why bring him here? And why bring your…” his eyes drift to you and you knew what he was going at with his waiting silence.

“Y/N Odinsdottir,” Thor introduces with a small smile, “my little sister, the Goddess of lightning and speed. Far from a threat. Regarding our brother, well we’re looking for our father.”

“So if I were to tell you where Odin was…” the man interjects, “all parties concerned would promptly return to Asgard?”

You nod after taking a sip of your tea. “Promptly.”

“Great! Then I’ll help you.”

“If you knew where he was, why didn’t you call me?” Thor questions, making Doctor Strange answer with a not so surprising answer. “I have to tell you he was adamant that he not be disturbed. Your father said had chosen to remain in exile.”

You scoff at the comment and think ‘of course, he always was such a caring man. It’s his nature. Ughh please.’

Regardless, just as the wizard had said, he helped search for your father, using magic to do so, and to magically transport Thor and you from room to room, leaving him unstable, while you didn’t think much of it and remained stable—it was fascinating magic.

It wasn’t until some minutes later where the wizard finally left you in one room to most likely send you off with pleasure, after making a gold, sparkling ring that led to Norway. Albeit something was missing.

“Uh,” you mutter out as Thor waited for his “umbrella” to come to his hand, “could we please have our brother back?”

“Oh, yeah, right.” The wizard says before he waves his hand to make a portal appear from above your heads that dropped Loki behind you.

“I have been falling for thirty minutes!” Loki complains.

“You can handle him from here.”

“Yeah,” you agree as you pull your attention away from your upset brother, “of course. Thank you very much for your help.”

Thor takes his hand and you notice as Loki falls by your side and bitterly remarks to The wizards comment. “Handle me? Who are you?” Loki pulls out his daggers and Thor begins to try and calm him down, albeit Loki was stubborn and proud. “You think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t think for one minute you second-rate…”

Before Loki could swing his dagger and try anything, Doctor Strange sends the ring your way and you’re all fully embraced by a beautiful, green and peaceful land. Some where at end, where the greenery stopped and the view of the ocean began, stood your father.

Unlike Thor who was quick to approach him, you hesitated behind, just staring at the man that hours ago you had thought you’d shared a bond with. You saw him and you thought the feelings of that bond were there, but when you really got to thinking, as you saw him on the horizon, you saw a stranger.

“Let’s go.” You hear Loki’s voice tell you.

When you look at your brother, even if seeing him still felt strange since you’d thought he had died, the feelings of that bond were with him. Oddly enough he felt more like a father than your actual father felt.

However you couldn’t forgive Loki just yet, it wasn’t that simple.

“Father it’s us.” Thor tells your father, who keeps his eyes on the beautiful ocean ahead. “My sons, my daughter. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I know. We’ve come to take you home.” Thor explains.

“Home, yes. Your mother, she calls me. Do you hear it?”

While you stand the furthest side away from him, you narrow your gaze on him out of concern.

Something was happening with him that you couldn’t admit.

“Loki, lift your magic.” Thor snaps, which Loki only disagrees to.

Your father on the other hand chuckles, “took me quite a while to break from your spell. Frigga would have been proud. Come sit with me. I don’t have much time.”

You all do as he asks and slowly you come to agreement with what was coming.

“I know that we failed you. But we can make this right.”

“I failed you.” Your father rebuts Thor’s comment, pulling your full attention. “It is upon us. Ragnarok.”

“No I’ve stopped Ragnarok. I put an end to Surtur.”

“No.” Your father continues, “it has already begun. She’s coming. My life was all that held her back. But my time has come.”

What?

Your siblings and you all share a concerned look at what you were hearing.

“I cannot keep her away any longer.”

“What? Who?” You finally voice. “Who are you talking about?”

“Goddess of Death. Hela. My firstborn. Your sister.”

Uh….

Of fucking course! Even in his very last moment he has the time to reveal something else. Another secret.

“Your what?” You scoff.

“Her violent appetites grew beyond my control. I couldn’t stop her, so I imprisoned her. Locked her away. She draws her strength from Asgard...and once she gets there, her powers will be limitless.”

“Whatever she is, we will stop her together.” Thor shakes his head, tries to reason with him and keeps himself in denial to what was obvious. “We can face her together.”

Your father shakes his head. “No, we won’t. I’m on a different path now. This you must face alone. I love you my sons, my daughter. Look at that.” Your father points beyond him, yet you don’t look, you keep repeating his words in your head. It’s the first time you had heard it and it was when he was dying. After he revealed another huge secret.

“Remember this place. Home.”

With that last word, your father is no more, he turns to gold dust and floats away into the horizon—you don’t cry however, you felt sad, but not as upset as Thor.

Thunder rumbled, the wind howled and electricity crackled in his hands. Growing Loki concerned “Brother.”

“This was your doing.” Thor seethed as he began to get in a fighting stance. Stopping however as a black and green cloud brewed in the sky. You all went closer to it but stopped before you could get far. Instead you all proceed to change into your armor, all of you in your different ways.

The black and green cloud was now before you and out of it came out a tall woman with black hair, and a black and green uniform—Your sister you assumed. Half sister.

“So he’s gone.” She said. “That’s a shame. I would’ve liked to have seen that.”

You narrow your gaze on her and clench your wrists, creating lightning in the sky and sparks of it in your hands.

“You must be Hela,” Thor said, “I’m Thor, son of Odin.”

“Really? You don’t look like him.”

You snicker at her comment and hide your threatening smile behind your hand.

“Perhaps we can come to an arrangement.”

“You sound like him.” Hela points to Loki.

You don’t butt in and create a lightning bolt on your hand, earning a smirk from Hela.

“You act like him.”

You scoff, “please don’t compare me to him.”

Hela smirk widens and she looks at all three of you. “Kneel.”

“Peg your pardon?” Loki scoffs.

Hela makes a sword appear in her hand and she repeats herself in the same nonchalant voice. “Kneel. Before your queen.”

Wait. Wait a minute.

You hold back your laugh that threatened to come out and you just smile to the ground. You knew it wasn’t the right time, but you had to say it—“so who's the adopted one again?”

You receive a warning glare from Thor and an amused look from Loki.

“I don’t think so.” Thor remarks to Hela before he throws his hammer, that she catches with ease, making you finally grow serious and shocked.

Even more so when she broke the hammer into pieces, causing a big lightning explosion that made you duck down to cover your head and face before you stand up straight to take all of it in.

After the lightning had disappeared you look back at her and see a helmet on her head, and weapons in her hands.

A smirk grows on your lips and with the lightning you collected by the explosion, you grow lightning bolts in both hands and levitate off the ground, you swing your hand back and before you could shoot her, Loki regrettably stops the fight.

“Brings us back!”

“No!”

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Tagged: @thisismysecrethappyplace & @spnquotebingo

My Aesthetics:

She’s A Forest Fire–no one-shot -no fandom

These Lips Are Sealed–has a one-shot -spn

Just Like Him–has a one-shot -spn

Blind Type Of Love–Clint Barton x Disabled!Reader

Summary: Its been awhile after his divorce so Nat sets him up on a blind date. What are friends for after all.

Simple Mistake–Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: A date night takes a downward spiral over a small mix up. But when you see the girl you love with another you tend to jump to conclusions.

Love And Marriage–Tony x Reader

Summary: Marriage without love loses it's meaning and Tony took everything he had for granted. He could only cheat some much before she left.

What You Want–Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend is one thing, but also falling for his boyfriend is whole different thing. It's wrong, it's selfish, she should want this...should she?

Tag You're It– Stephan Strange x Mutant!Reader

Summary: It's game night at the tower and the Avengers drop like flies at the mercy of the youngest Stark. A night full of fun just leads to a confection.

Red Hair and Black Lace Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: Stark Parties always lead to something. Like a bedroom.

These Lips Are Sealed–Sam Winchester x Cursed!Reader

Summary: A curse can be the cause of pain and suffering, but it could lead you I to the arms of your savior

Beauty Sleep –Castiel x Archangel!Reader

Summary: A being with enough power to have God himself on edge had to be put to rest. Now is the time to wake her up.

Just Like Him–Dean Winchester x Singer!Reader

Summary: Dean was reckless and never thinks things through running in guns blazing, but when that puts the reader in danger will he do what it takes to save her? He is a Winchester after all.

Did You Just Purr?!– Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Summary: Jack has been in pain and looking toward shis father for answers he find his solution. His soulmate Y/n Winchester to ease him through it.

Prime Time,Bitch!– Demon!Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Summary: Demon!Dean had just enough to get out from the demon trap. Leaving him and his little sister alone trapped. She's always been a fan of scary movies time for her try and live one.

[simpforfictionalboys]

Struggle Part 1

Summary- Peter Parker isn’t the only one that is keeping secrets at Midtown high. Much less being the daughter of Stephan Strange and one of the only females in her coven, Y/n is in for a little surprise. (YOU ARE SMALL AND LOOK LIKE YOU COULDN’T HURT A FLY)

Pairing- Peter Parker x reader, Peter Parker x witch!reader, Peter Parker x Strange!reader

Warning(s)- Language, Action, Gore

Part 2

The breath in your throat caught as a sliver of fur went across for bare leg- a calm reminder of your protector that sat under the table covered in shadows and air.

“Y/n?” Head snapping up you looked back over to where Peter Parker was sitting across from the table next to Ned. Your leg was lying on the other side nearly on Pete’s.

“Hmm?” You questioned back before looking into the warm golden eyes that were fixed on you. A look that you were now looking forward to seeing every day as you came to school.

“I- We were thinking about coming over to my place tonight- I mean if you want to. You don’t need to.” Hearing something that sounded along the lines of ‘nice’ that Ned muttered to Peter.

The Masters of Mythic Arts. That was the potential issue. With the current dealings with the whole time stone thing that was now lying heavily around your neck you didn’t want to think of anything other than having a good time. Knowing that there might be a chance that you could be dead tomorrow.

“Yeah, sounds great. This is probably going to be one of my only free nights tonight.” And I really would like to spend it with you.

The Ancient Ones were so far up your ass about your training that you wouldn’t be surprised if you were to get summoned. Assholes.

“Great! I’m so glad you can go since me and MJ are busy tonight. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Ned rushed out before dodging his way out of the lunch room with the crowd of students being dismissed by the bell.

Your heart seemed to seize in your chest as you looked over to where Peter was looking dumb-folded at where his friend just ditched him alone with the girl of his dreams. 

“Does that still work for you?” You said your voice seeming more steady than you thought it would be as you looked over to the cute nerd.

“Yes- totally! I mean- sure.” He tried to play it out cool as you just rolled your eyes surging forward with a new found confidence and kissed him on the cheek before turning away as soon as you could.

“See you, Parker.”

***

Warmth encased your body as your eyes shuttered open probably being the most comfortable that you had been in the past couple of days. 

There was an arm wrapped around your midsection as well as a warm breath touching the side of your neck.

Peter.

“You guys look comfy.” Your head shot up nearly smacking Peter in the face before he dodged it.

“Jesus, May!” Peter Cursed out before snaking his hand from your waist and shooting up as well on the couch. It wasn’t unusual that you hung out with Peter and were close but it was the first time that you fell asleep- cuddling.

Blush reached your cheeks as you looked over to Aunt May who was grinning towards your disheveled form and where you were now a foot away from him.

“I was going to tell you guys that Mr. Stark just called requesting Peter to come to the tower but I am sure that I could make up some sort of excuse if you guys want to stay and cuddle some more.”

You didn’t think that it could be possible to blush even more but you were utterly wrong, Peter strung up at the name and moved to go to his room.

“I should probably go, my dad is waiting-” You stumbled to come up with an excuse as May winked at you Peter giving her an exasperated look.

A ding ran through the room almost immediately as to which you grabbed your phone checking the messages. Dad:

15 minutes ago-Y/n. Are you coming? You have training tonight.

7 minutes- Y/n, sweetheart?

Now- Come now

Saved by the freaking bell. Your eyes shifted to where Peter was standing a bit of a goofy look on his face as you tucked your phone into your pocket the shadow that always seemed to follow you waiting in the shadows to protect you at any moment.

A ring of the doorbell turned your attention to a large framed teenager a year older than you.

Matthew Veneer, one of the youngest other than you in your coven and probably one of the only people you were wholly comfortable in the coven, other than your father.

He was also from your school but he was more of a popular guy or sorts but you were also.

“Hi, Matthew? How are you?” May said politely but you could see Peter’s face harden because of Matt. You never knew why but he just- didn’t like him. May had seen him probably- once. 

“Pretty good, Ms. Parker. I’m here for, Y/n.”

“See you. Bye May.” You urged before turning and making your way towards the door. Almost as soon as you got towards the door you squeezed his arm so hard that he grunted out but all he did was wrap an arm around your waist to keep you from hurting him more.

“What are you doing here, Matt? I can take care of myself. By Agamotto, Matt!” You cursed as he continued to drag you out of the apartment building.

“They are after the stone. Most likely they are tracking our magic. We need to get back now.”

Your blood chilled. The Eye of Agamotto lying on your chest. Sensing your stress the shadow formed into a shape- a cat. Ever since you had the Eye you had Circe. She was your protection - well other than your own powers.

***

“I don’t need a guard dog!” You shouted as soon as you got into the house angry with Matthew’s insensate need to be close and protect you.

“You fell on the subway-”

“Say one more thing and I will-” You were caught off by a book flying at your head in which you swung your hand around causing the book to fly into the next room someone nearly ducking the book.

Spider-man and Tony Stark were sitting in your living room.

[shitty-marvel-fan732]

Is That...?

Title: Is That...?

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader

Requested?: Yes! @wolfiegal98​ I hope you like it love!

Word Count: 6,200 ish

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, mentions of past death

Summary: Loosely follows the plot of Thor Ragnarok. What will happen when the reader finds out that Loki has actually been alive for the past 4 years? Angst and Fluff.

Author's Note: I sincerely hope this makes sense 😂 I picture the reader to be a mutant in this, capable of controlling the air, water, and fire around her, but it's not really explained well because this was already like 6k. P.s., its not my GIF!

“Stephen?” you called curiously, not moving to get up in the slightest. In all honesty, it baffled you that after almost a year of studying under him that you still had nearly no ability to navigate the Sanctum, but it felt like there was little you could do to change that. As much as you enjoyed spending time with the good Doctor, you absolutely loathed trying to find anything in this maze of a building -- you'd figured out pretty quickly that it was much easier to simply yell for him rather than attempt to find anything yourself. 

“In the front.”

You yelped as the disembodied head of your mentor popped momentarily through one of his glowy, orange portals before disappearing again. 

Forget trying to find your way around this place, you’d never get used to that. 

Rolling your eyes, a wave of your hand produced a gust of wind that weightlessly lifted you from your seat and carried you to the front. 

"You know you don't have to scare the shit out of me every time I--"

Your complaint died in your throat before you managed to finish your thought. The wind that’d been carrying you died down immediately and your feet landed on the floor with a light thump. 

Standing near Stephen was a certain blond-haired Asgardian. He was holding an umbrella, and wearing what you could only imagine was an outfit meant to help him blend in with human beings -- as if that were possible. You blinked, brain taking only a split-second to process the sight in front of you before your face cracked into a huge smile. 

"Thor!" you greeted happily before launching yourself into the god's already open arms. Thor chuckled amusedly as he embraced you tightly. 

"Hello to you as well Lady Y/N," he grinned, flashing his thousand-watt smile down towards you. You grinned as you pulled yourself out of his arms, feeling thoroughly surprised and delighted. 

"Where have you been? It's been, what like 2 years?" you questioned breathlessly as you punched him squarely on the arm in playful irritation. He only grinned wider, body not moving an inch as you hit him. 

“Eh you know, here and there,” he shrugged. “Saved a couple of planets from destruction, things like that.”

“Still modest as ever I see,” you giggled. 

“Yes, and I see you’ve been working on things since I've left,” Thor complimented. “Your control is quite impressive.”

“That’s not all I can do either,” you teased smugly. Thor chuckled amicably, one brow raised in interest. It was true, working closely with Stephen for the past year had not only massively helped you learn how to use your powers, but had led you to actually discovering some you’d never known you had. 

"Anyways. Thor is here to locate his father," Stephen interjected. "I was just about to send him on his way."

Your brows immediately dipped into a frown, eyes raking over the men in hopes that their faces would yield some sort of explanation. Though Strange's face remained impassive, Thor's expression at once became more solemn. 

"Odin's here? Like on Earth?" you questioned curiously. Thor merely nodded, eyes casting downwards as if to purposely avoid your gaze. As your mind ran wild with the new information, you internally wondered what the Asgardian king could possibly be doing on Earth. Moreover, you didn't understand why his presence would cause Thor to require Stephen's help. Eyebrow raised in suspicion, you crossed your arms and urged the men with a silent look to explain further. 

"Yes, in a place called Norway apparently. It's kind of a long story," Thor drawled. "One with many more questions than answers I'm afraid. I should probably be going to fetch him now."

Stephan nodded waving his arms nonchalantly and opening a portal, but you remained still, wondering what it was that they both knew that you were missing. 

"And I suppose I'll be needing my brother back," he finished, looking towards Stephen expectantly. 

"Your what now?" you choked. 

"Oh yeah, right," Stephen hummed.

He waved his hands above his head and another portal opened. You heard screaming coming from above, and not a second later a man fell straight out onto the Sanctum's floor with an echoing thud. Your jaw dropped.

It couldn't be. 

"I have been falling for thirty minutes!" the man roared from the ground, fists clenched and posture rigid.  

If you weren't so thoroughly consumed by your complete confusion and the small, futile feelings of hope growing within your chest, you might've laughed at the familiar voice's indignant cry.

"Is that…" you managed to ask weakly, your body completely frozen as your brain worked in overdrive trying to make sense of what you were seeing. The man stood slowly to his feet as you vaguely heard Thor and Stephen talking next to you. It felt like all the breath in your body had been stolen from you, unable to believe the sight before you. 

It was him. 

Loki, the god of mischief, stood just a few feet from you, huffing and dusting himself off. 

Loki who'd been dead for the better part of 4 years. 

Loki. 

"I-- he -- but he's -- what," you spluttered helplessly. Loki's eyes flashed to your face as you spoke. A look of utter shock filtered through his blue-green irises as he caught sight of your frozen form, and his pale face rapidly lost what little color it'd had to begin with. You whimpered pathetically. It felt like your brain might actually be imploding from its inability to process what was happening right now. "You--"

"Darling," Loki breathed, raising his hands in front of him in surrender. You gaped, mouth hanging wide open. 

"Uhm yes, quick update Loki is alive," Thor announced with a quick clap of his hands. "And while I'm sure the two of you have much to discuss we really need to be--" 

"You-- asshole."

"Y/N--"

"You absolute FUCKING ASSHOLE," you screeched, body suddenly erupting into a kind of fury the likes of which you'd never experienced. "YOU LET EVERYONE -- LET ME -- THINK THAT YOU WERE DEAD FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS, AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SHOW UP HERE NOW?"

You could feel your powers surging to the surface, the unbridled rage practically begging to be set free as you crossed the large gap between your bodies in mere seconds. Too livid to even let your natural instincts take over, you simply begin pounding your fists against every available inch of the now-cowering god's body. 

"What in FUCKS name are you even doing here, you lying, evil piece of SHIT?" your fists pounded relentlessly against Loki, primal screams of pure anger ripping from your throat as you did. Eventually, you felt your body being pulled away, a giant pair of hands gripping your waist tightly. 

"Alright now, that's probably enough," Thor's booming chuckle broke through the rhythmic, deafening pounding of your racing heartbeat in your ears. He caged your body against his with seemingly very little effort, expression wholly amused at your reaction. 

You thrashed wildly against his hold, rage still searing through your every pore like a wave of molten hot lava. Your irses began to turn red and your fingertips sparked with little bursts of flame. Falling still for only a moment, your hands darted out, grasping one of Thor’s forearms tightly as your palms glowed with a brilliant, vibrant blue. Thor growled in pain as your heated skin gripped his flesh, arms instantly releasing you as he cradled his burnt limb gingerly. 

"Since when can you do that?" Thor demanded, looking very much like he was in shock. 

Smiling smugly, your hands became engulfed in flames and you turned your attention back to Loki. 

"Told you I'd learned some new tricks," you growled before lunging towards Loki. You only made it a half a step before an invisible force held you in place. 

“How many times do I have to tell you Y/N, no fire in the Sanctum!” Stephen scolded sternly before a flick of his hand sent you, Thor, and Loki straight through the portal. 

You landed with a soft thump and found yourself rolling across grass, any sight of the Sanctum completely gone. Groaning a little at the pain in your side from the way you'd fallen, your eyes roamed over the field with confusion. 

“You can come back when you’re done with your little tantrum,” Strange’s voice echoed in your head from afar. You huffed in disbelief as your surroundings became clear. 

He’d sent you to fucking Norway. 

“Y/N,” Loki called quietly. 

Residual anger bubbled up in your chest once more at the sound of his voice. You turned to find him standing a few yards away, hands raised in surrender once more and handsome features cautiously scanning your face. 

“I must explai--,”

“Loki.” Thor cut his brother off sharply, staring towards the cliff. Loki’s eyes travelled to meet his brother’s gaze, breath catching in his throat once he noted Odin’s seated form on a large rock near the coastline. Thor began to walk purposefully over to his father, but Loki's attention turned back to you. You huffed loudly as you stared furiously into his pleading eyes, your body not moving an inch. After a few moments of intense eye contact you cocked your head towards Odin, indicating that he should proceed. Loki nodded tensely in thanks before striding off to where his father and brother sat. 

Letting out a massive sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair once you were left standing alone. A tiny flash of guilt started to fill your tummy as you watched the men murmur amongst themselves. Deciding it was probably best to give them a little privacy, you turned away, awkwardly fiddling with the rings on your fingers as you waited for them to finish speaking. 

Your mind felt like it was practically buzzing with thoughts as you tried to process everything that'd just happened. Thor's abrupt reappearance, the fact that your mentor had basically banished you to Norway, the nagging question of why Odin was even on this planet, and of course there was the small detail of Loki being back from the dead. 

Again. 

Though you probably should've been trying to figure out what kind of otherworldly threat could've brought the Asgardian king down from his golden palace, you found the majority of your thoughts turning to his adoptive son. 

Along with Thor, you'd been tasked with escorting Loki back to Asgard after the battle of New York to ensure his unhindered return. Finding yourself wholly fascinated by the entirely new and exciting planet, you'd stayed for much longer than anyone thought you would. You were so interested, in fact, that you ended up staying on Asgard for almost a year. The team back in Stark Tower thought you were crazy for staying as long as you did. 

If they only knew how you'd been occupying your time in Asgard. They'd probably would've had you committed. 

You wound up spending large portions of your time with a certain prisoner -- a fact that you hid from everyone for a long time. At first it was simply to ensure that it was indeed still Loki within his cell and not another illusion, but over time it evolved into something else entirely. Something more. 

He started to help you learn about your powers, even showing you that you could do more than just manipulate the air. Together you explored your control over fire and water in small doses, and in turn, you became someone he could talk to -- to pass the time with. The more you learned about Asgardian culture the more time you spent down with Loki, talking about anything and everything you could think of. It wasn’t long before you found yourself harboring a secret crush on the exiled prince, slowly but surely learning to trust him and him you. You were never truly sure if he felt the same -- true he referred to you as his "darling" or "pet" more than your own name, but you could never be sure he wasn't tricking you. As time passed you fell more deeply in love with the god, and you questioned his affections less and less. The two of you never discussed your relationship aloud, but something deep in his eyes told you he just might return your feelings.

You stayed in Asgard so long that you were still around when Jane became possessed by the Aether. You and Thor worked together to free Loki from his cell, and later you wound up on Svartalfheim in an attempt to save Jane’s life. 

You’d fought alongside them, and watched helplessly as Loki died right before your eyes. For all he taught you in the past months, your skills were just too weak still to stop the chaos that was raging around you.

 You weren’t strong enough to keep him safe. 

You’d clutched his hand as he groaned in pain, the cascade of tears falling from your eyes blurring the horrific sight. Even so, the image of his motionless, frail body lying on the ground had been burned into your memory ever since. 

You returned back to Earth immediately after that, all interest in Asgard gone. You’d spent the last few years trying futilely to distract yourself by working with the Avengers, which eventually led to you studying under Dr. Strange. You trained everyday, fighting to gain some semblance of control over your abilities and determined to never let anything like what happened in Svartalfheim happen again.

Your head began to ache from the seemingly constant torrent of questions flowing through your brain. How had he survived? Why had he tricked everyone into thinking he was dead? Where had he been all this time? And most importantly, why hadn’t he come to see you? 

A pang of rejection ripped through your chest as your brain fought to reconcile Loki’s actions with the sweet, caring man you came to know on Asgard. Surely you must have been mistaken-- a silly girl falling for the handsome god's tricks like a fool. No one who cared for you would leave you like that. 

The low, rumbling sounds of thunder booming overhead brought you out of your thoughts. You were on your feet in an instant, body tensing and eyes flashing over to the brothers. A fleeting rush of confusion washed over you as you noted Odin’s absence, but you weren't given much time to think about it. 

Thor and Loki stomped towards you with their gazes trained on something behind you. A bolt of lightning and a flash of green enveloping them respectively, the two of them simultaneously donned their battle gear. You rolled your eyes. 

"So dramatic," you mumbled to yourself as you turned to face whatever it was they were heading towards. 

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"YOU TINY AVENGER!"

Your head snapped up instantly, body tensing as you were abruptly ripped out of your sleep by Hulk's roar. You groaned, rolling to your side and thrusting your sweaty face deeper into your pillow. Sleep had never come easy to you, and even though your dreams for the past 2 weeks had all been the same gut-wrenching memory, that didn't make your abrupt wake up call any more welcome. 

You'd found Bru-Hulk almost immediately after arriving on Sakaar, seeing as the bifrost had spit you out straight into the colosseum in the middle of one of his death matches. You, having very little knowledge of how the bifrost mechanics worked, had absolutely no clue where you were. 

To say you'd been confused was the understatement of the millennium. 

Disoriented and probably concussed from your not-so-graceful entrance, you weren't left with much time to acclimate yourself from your surroundings before two guards had tackled you to the ground and stuck some kind of taser in your neck. Terrified, you'd tried to fight back, but you were too weak; one press of button later and you were incapacitated in an instant.The pain that seared through you from that wretched torture machine left you unable to do anything other than writhe helplessly in the dirt. Your screams of utter agony were enough to finally pull Hulk's attention away from his fight. He'd gone into a rage as soon as he realized it was you, turning on the guards instantly. 

It'd been 2 weeks since then, and with no signs of either Thor or Loki you'd essentially turned into the Hulk's personal babysitter. Apparently he was too big to be fit with one of those taser-disc things and his tantrum didn't end after he'd dismembered those guards. Evidently Hulk had thrown a fit -- in the way only he really could-- and wouldn't stop until some man called the 'Grandmaster' allowed you to stay with him. In exchange for your new home, you'd been tasked with calming him down whenever necessary.

Which, you'd quickly learned, was pretty much a 24/7 job.

Grumbling and cursing under your breath, you flung your legs out of bed and stomped into the next room in a huff. You were fully prepared to give Hulk a piece of your mind, but the sight of another person in his massive room was enough to stop you dead in your tracks. Sitting next to Hulk on the steps that led up to his massive bed was a figure that made your stomach flutter with hope. Unsure and not trusting your eyes, you spoke up as you cautiously approached the pair. 

“Thor?”

He turned his head at your call, a look of utter shock taking over his features as he recognized you. 

"Y/N!"

He jumped to his feet, making quick work of the small space that separated the two of you and immediately pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. 

"I can't believe you're here, I was so worried when I saw that she-beast knock you out of the bifrost, you have no idea," he breathed, face buried deep into your neck. You could only squeak in reply. His arms were wrapped so tightly around you that speaking wasn't exactly possible.

"Thor," you wheezed. "Can't...breathe."

Thor let you go instantly, sending you a sheepish expression as you coughed and tried to catch your breath. You doubled over and put your hands on your knees as you fought to regulate your breathing. Thor apologized, clapping a hand on your back in an awkward attempt at comfort. After a moment or two you straightened up a little bit and opened your mouth to dismiss his apologies, but Hulk beat you to the punch. 

Literally. 

A single swing from him was all it took to send Thor careening into the far wall. He crashed into the structure so hard that you felt the floor rattle beneath you, before falling into a heap surrounded by chunks of the crumbling plaster. Your jaw dropped. 

"THOR NO HURT FRIEND," Hulk roared, stepping in front of you protectively. You quickly sidestepped his giant frame and ran to Thor before crouching down. 

"Hulk no," you scolded. "He wasn't hurting me on purpose, he was just surprised! Are you okay Thor?"

"Perfectly fine," he groaned, standing quickly while swiping some of the remaining wall debris from his shoulders and stretching out his neck. "Unfortunately that's not the first time he's done that today."

"Hrrmph," Hulk pouted, stomping his foot. "Thor no hurt friend."

"It's okay buddy, I'm okay," you soothed, hand rubbing small circles on one of his massive arms. 

"Yes, well," Thor grumbled, clearly miffed that your attention and sympathy had been stolen from him so quickly. "Regardless, Y/N we have to get back to Asgard as soon as possible. Hela will destroy everything if we don't stop her."

You nodded tensely. A shiver ran its course down the entire length of your spine at the mention of his demonic sister. 

"Obviously, but I have absolutely no idea how we're gonna do that," you replied solemnly, crossing your arms. "My knowledge of inter-world travel begins and ends with the bifrost, and since I'm assuming that's out I have absolutely no suggestions."

Thor grinned. 

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“This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever been a part of,” you mumbled to yourself as you fiddled around with the controls of the ship that Valkyrie told you to get. You'd been sitting in the cockpit for an insane amount of time waiting for Thor. You'd gotten separated from him and Bruce in the massive parade after the whole Quinjet fiasco, but thankfully Valkyrie had found you later and given you the rundown of their plan. 

A plan which seemed questionable at best, seeing as you'd been waiting for the past hour for a certain blond-haired god to show up. 

Huffing in irritation, you poised your fingers above the controls and started the massive engines. You were about to fly off in search of your moron friends when you heard a commotion down below. 

"Get help please!" 

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the sound of the familiar voice’s cry. 

"Thor?" you questioned to yourself quietly, heart rate picking up speed as you anxiously darted off the ship. "Thor? Is that you, what's happening?"

"Ahhh Y/N!" he grinned widely as you approached. "Perfect timing, I see Valkyrie has given us the same task."

You rolled your eyes.

"Actually I've been here a while now, what took you so lo--," you cut yourself off as you noticed Loki sprawled out on the ground behind Thor, paralyzed as one of the obedience disks tased him constantly. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me."

Thor followed your gaze to his brother curiously, as if he'd forgotten he was even there. 

"Ah, yes. I found out Loki is also here. Surprise?" he ventured chuckling. "However since he seems to only wish to do us harm, I've elected to leave him here." 

You glanced down, a pang of guilt striking you deep in your stomach at the look of pure agony etched across Loki's handsome features. You'd be lying if you didn't also feel a little bit smug at his evident discomfort, but even with all the pain he'd put you through you couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of sympathy. His eyes locked onto your face, the blue-green orbs teaming with shock and a glimmer of an emotion you couldn’t quite place. He rolled his head desperately towards your frozen body as a wave of deja vu overcame your already overloaded mind. You stared deeply into his pain-ravaged expression, a single thought piercing through your chest as you studied his eyes. 

He hadn't known you were here. 

"At any rate, I imagine now would be as good a time as any to take our leave," Thor interrupted your mental musings. "Which was the ship she told us to get?"

You numbly pointed to the ship behind you, unable to tear your eyes away from the face of the man you'd thought dead for the second time in less than a month. Thor looked between you and his adoptive brother thoughtfully for a beat before comfortingly clapping a massive hand on your shoulder. The kind gesture was enough to snap you out of the daze you'd been in, and you shook your head to try and clear the tyranny of thoughts rumbling around in your brain. 

You began walking robotically towards the ship, but Thor's hand gripped your shoulder harder, forcing you to stop. You looked up at him with a questioning glance, confused. 

"I know we aren't exactly the closest of friends," he started, awkwardly clearing his throat. "But, as someone who's a bit too familiar with loss, I think some closure is in order here, hmm?"

You opened your mouth, eager to refute the insinuation, but Thor raised his hand to stop you before the words could come out. 

“I’ve seen the way you two look at one another. Please, for your sake, say your piece now because it's the last chance you may ever get.”

Your mouth clamped shut. Swallowing thickly, your eyes darted from Thor's stern yet compassionate face to Loki's paralyzed form and back. You nodded once. 

Thor smiled softly at the two of you, rubbing a small circle against your shoulder with his hand before jogging away. You took a deep breath and crouched down beside Loki's still twitching body. 

"There's so much to say," you started, looking off into the distance. You knew the moment you looked at him that it’d all be over, and so you stubbornly turned your face away from him and fixed your gaze on the far wall. "I honestly don't even know where to begin. Mostly I have a lot of questions. How could you forget me so easily? Why would you just let me think that you were dead? D-did you ever care about me?"

Though his body was still completely immobilized, Loki's eyes were locked onto your face with rapt attention as you spoke. With each pained word and crack in your voice a sharp pain like a knife stabbed through his heart and drove itself deeper and deeper. 

"Even if you could answer I doubt it'd mean anything," you continued, swiping a lone tear from your cheek. "I spent 4 years thinking you were gone. 4 years of grief and misery that I thought would be the worst pain I'd ever feel. But I was wrong -- knowing now that you were out there all that time, and that you didn't care enough about me to stick around? That's the worst kind of pain. The gnawing, hollowing ache of knowing that you love someone who's never going to love you back."

His eyes had never been wider as you paused briefly and let out a sob. Tears slipped down his cheeks in a mirror image of yours, and his body began twisting, desperately trying to get closer to you. You couldn’t see, but his fingers were twitching and clawing at the ground in a futile effort to connect his skin to yours. You sniffled and wiped your nose as you shakily stood to your feet, completely oblivious to his desperation. You started to walk back to the ship, pausing only for a moment to turn and make one last statement. 

"I'm not going to wait, and I'm not going to wonder why anymore. Because the truth of it is, I'm just a stupid girl who fell in love with a liar. And I know I’m always going to love you, but I refuse to let you define me any longer." 

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You grunted in pain as the sword of one of the many undead Asgardian warriors sliced through your arm. Scoffing, you thrust your flaming fist straight into its stupid, skeletal face and sent it flying off of the bridge. Gently touching your fingertips to your bicep and grimacing when you pulled them back bloody, you turned to face Heimdal. 

“There’s too many of them,” you cried, conjuring a gust of wind that knocked a group of the soldiers flying into the water below. Heimdal didn’t answer, too busy fighting to keep some distance between the Asgardian crowd and the army. Wiping a bloody hand across your forehead, you noticed the soldiers that you’d knocked into the water starting to claw their way back up into the fray. Groaning, you closed your eyes and concentrated until the water below became wild. The waves began thrashing around furiously, the tallest one knocking the skeletal bodies back down into the storm below. 

Exhausted, you fell to your knees. You weren’t used to using your powers on this kind of scale, and you hardly ever exercised your control over water. Much preferring to use fire or wind, you'd never tried to manipulate an amount of water so large before. Stars danced in front of your eyes and you felt weaker than you had in years. The thudding vibrations of running boots and the clanging of swords filled your ears as you panted, and for a moment you lost all hope.

Until a firm, yet gentle hand placed itself under your chin, forcing you to look up. 

"Now, now sweetling," a low voice practically purred in your ear, and you felt yourself being lifted up from the ground. "This is no place to rest." 

You looked up to find the blueish-greenish eyes that'd haunted your dreams for the past 5 years staring down at you. 

Loki. 

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight, a shiver running through your entire body at the sensation of being in his arms. The way his eyes bored into yours, it felt like you couldn't move, couldn't even breathe. You were locked into place, utterly mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze. He raised a hand, fingers hesitating for only a split second before they nimbly swept a piece of your hair off of your face. You couldn't help but lean your face into his palm that rested on your cheek, allowing yourself to forget everything else that wasn't the feel of his skin on yours for just a moment. 

But only for a moment. 

You were abruptly brought back down to earth-- or rather Asgard you supposed-- with a sensation like an earthquake vibrating upwards from your boots and the low-rumbling sound of thunder filling your ears. You straightened up in just enough time to see Thor launch himself into the fray, massive surges of lightning engulfing him. You grinned, the sight of your blonde friend looking more god-like than he had in weeks caused a surge of energy to roll through your body like one of his bolts of electricity. Suddenly re-energized and ready to fight alongside your blonde companion, you hopped to your feet. Sending Loki one last determined look, you ran head first into the battle, fists ablaze. 

Savagely ripping through soldier after soldier, your red eyes were focused completely on the fight all around you. You almost didn't hear Loki as he yelled over the din of the battle.  

"I did it for you, you know," he grunted as he too slashed through the seemingly never-ending torrent of Hela's army. "Staying away. It was what I thought was best."

"Seriously? We're going to do this now?" came your incredulous reply, reducing two of the soldiers into balls of flame before gaping at Loki. He kicked another off of the bridge before shrugging. 

"The last two times haven't exactly been ideal either."

Humming angrily, you turned away from him and continued your attack, intent on blocking him out. Loki clearly had other plans, inching his way forward until the two of you were practically back to back as you fought. 

"I was a war criminal, a prisoner and helping that mortal wasn't going to change anything. What sort of life was I to offer you had I stayed?" he reasoned before turning you forcibly around to face him. 

Despite the fight still raging all around you, you paused and looked at the god in front of you. You were staring each other down, your glare meeting his distressed and pleading gaze as if the two of you were the only ones in the world. 

"You expect me to believe that? That you lied to me, that you left me because you cared?" you spit out, hot tears spilling from your eyes as you spoke. Expression crumbling, Loki reached out and tried to connect your hands, but you jerked yours away before he could, your palm instantly erupting into flames. 

"You deserved better than that, better than me. You still do," he murmured. "I destroy everything, everyone around me. I couldn't bear the thought of bringing another person I care for so dearly down with me." 

You tried with every fiber of your being not to let him get to you. You reminded yourself of all the pain and misery he'd caused you -- futilely dredging up memories of all the nights you'd spent crying yourself to sleep. You squeezed your eyes shut as if not seeing his face would make it easier to resist. Your hands slowly started to extinguish as they shook, your anger fading to sadness that rolled into a tight ball in your chest that felt like it was going to suffocate you. 

"I ca-can't...you--," you blubbered incoherently. "I can't do this now." 

You turned away once more, but this time Loki stopped you by grabbing your hand desperately. The icy temperature of his skin caused what little flame was left behind to fizzle out with a small cloud of smoke. You gasped at the feeling, but didn't make any moves to remove your hand from his. 

"You asked how I could forget about you so easily, and the answer is really quite simple: I didn't," he continued breathlessly. "I couldn't. You filled my mind each and every day that we were apart, and it was only the thought of you that made the days bearable. I checked on you, often. I needed to know that you were doing alright, needed to prove myself right-- that you were, and will always be, better off without me. I know I’ve given you absolutely no reason to believe me, but if you come away from this embarrassingly honest conversation knowing only one thing, I need it to be this: I do love you, my dearest Y/N. I love you more than I can rightly express aloud, and I’ll spend the rest of my miserable existance ensuring that you never question that again if you’ll allow me. ” 

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you at his admission, and the hand that wasn’t currently entwined firmly within his flew to cover your mouth. As soon as the words left his lips you felt all of your anger, all your stubborn resolve vanish from your chest in an instant, the feelings quickly replaced by a wave of love the likes of which you’d never felt before. A choked sob left you as you searched his face frantically, looking for any twinkle of mischief or the slightest indication that he could be lying. 

His expression was firm, mouth drawn in a sort of dazed smile as he gazed down at you, lovingly. Brows raised and forehead adorably wrinkled with anxiety, he waited patiently for you to respond. You searched his eyes with your own, almost getting lost in the sea of emotion that ran through them and idly wondered if yours looked the same. He looked so hopeful, so sincere, and you felt the warm feelings of your chest expand and grow at an incredible rate. 

“Y-you...you love me?” you managed to murmur, gaze still locked firmly on his face as you worked intently to memorize his features. His lips quirked into what was quite possibly the most beautiful and honest smile you’d ever seen, and his hand gently lifted to your face. Rubbing soft circles into your cheek with the pad of his thumb, he answered so quietly you almost missed it. 

“More than I ever thought possible.”

Unable to physically stand the distance between you for another second, you carelessly crashed your body into his. Arms winding their way around his shoulders to anchor themselves, you connected your mouth to his, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He responded just as quickly, both hands now cupping your face as his smooth lips worked fervently over yours. The two of you were pressed together so tightly it was almost painful, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on anything outside of the feeling of his kiss. After wondering for so long, the feeling of his skin on yours was indescribable. Your fingers threaded through his dark, curly locks as you struggled to pull him impossibly closer to you, and you shivered in pleasure at the low growl your actions seemed to pull from his throat. 

After an indefinite, but altogether too brief length of time, you were forced to pull away from him -- panting and working intently to catch your breath, you settled for leaning your forehead against his as he did the same. For all the time you’d spent manipulating the wind to carry you around, you swore you’d never felt more weightless than you did in this moment. You couldn’t erase the dopey smile that you were sure was stretched across your face right now, but you didn’t care. Especially once you opened your eyes to find the same, love-struck grin plastered across Loki’s handsome features. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that,” he chuckled breathlessly. His voice was lower than you’d ever heard, and he sounded so uncharacteristically shy that you couldn’t help but lift yourself on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. 

“Not sure if it really needs saying at this point, but I love y--,” 

“Oi, lovebirds!,” Valkyrie interrupted, shouting from across the bridge. “If it pleases the two of you, perhaps you could come help now?”

Loki cleared his throat, a pink tinge dusting across his cheeks as he noticed his brother and Valkyrie looking at the pair of you with teasing expressions. You couldn’t help but giggle at his evident embarrassment, gazing adoringly at his reddened-features for a split second. Threading your fingers through his confidently, you tugged him along and the two of you left to join your group for what you hoped would be the final battle. 

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Mind ii

Natasha x reader x Wanda

Part two of two

“Wanda wouldn’t break the universe.” Peter defended the woman. “She wouldn’t do that. She’s a good person.”

“She would not break the universe intentionally.” Strange amended. “I understand she is your friend but she was given the power of the mind stone. Wanda has the ability to alter reality at a whim, if she continues to stay in this state and her mind snaps, she could break the universe.”

“Well how do we help her?” Clint asked the man. “And don’t say something stupid like killing her, if you do you will become acquainted with this arrow.” He threatened.

“We have to get her out of her head.” Strange said, undeterred by Clint’s protectiveness. “And that’s the tricky part.”

“You’re never done it before?” Steve asked him, raising a blonde brow. “No. Well, I’ve never done it but there’s something else that will make this difficult.” Strange said, causing Tony to sigh.

“You don’t have any good news do you?” Tony grumbled. “What else can go wrong about the destruction of the universe or the snapping of her head?”

“If we do this wrong, she could die.” Strange sighed.

“Darling. Darling, wake up.” Y/N said, her fingers drawing shapes on Wanda’s shoulder. “I know you’re awake, darling.” She smiled, pressing kisses to the back of the witch’s neck.

“And what a wonderful way to wake up.” Wanda said, rolling over so she was on top of the H/C woman who giggled. “This is a nice view.” She commented, placing her hand on Y/N’s cheek.

Natasha soon joined the two in bed and gave them both a plate of breakfast. Wanda had a soft smile on her face as she watched her partners interact and as she cut into her breakfast. That smile was plastered to her face until she felt a sharp and sudden pain in her temples.

“Wanda?” Y/N started, staring at the witch in concern. “Are you okay?” She asked, taking Wanda’s hand and squeezing.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just remembered I need to call Tony.” The woman said a crease appearing in her brow as she thought hard. “Why do I need to call Tony?” She muttered to herself, missing the look Y/N and Natasha shared.

“I don’t know why you want to call Tony. Tony’s not even here right now.” Natasha told her. “He’s on vacation with Pepper.”

“I doubt he would even pick up if you called.” Y/N said.

“Yeah you’re right.” Wanda shook her head. “It’s weird, I don’t even know why I wanted to call him.” She said before giving the women a smile. “Tell me more about today’s schedule.”

“Well after we finish breakfast, we’re going to shower and then we are going for a drive.” Natasha told the women cryptically.

“No hint?” Y/N asked her, raising an eyebrow.

“No hint.” Natasha smiled. “Now finish up we gotta get going soon.” Wanda went back to eating her breakfast but a thought continued to eat at her.

What was that?

“Natasha, where are we?” Wanda questioned as goose bumps rose on her skin.

“You can open your eyes now.” Natasha said, dodging the question. Without a moments hesitancy both women opened their eyes and finally saw where their girlfriend had dragged them.

“You brought us ice skating?” Y/N exclaimed; glee written all over her face. “I love you! I love you! I love you!” Y/N cheered, throwing her arms around Natasha’s neck and passionately kissing her.

“I think she might love you, Nattie.” Wanda smirked, waiting for Y/N and Natasha to disentangle before wrapping her arms around the Russian woman. “And I definitely do.” She said before kissing her.

“Enough romance.” Y/N said, bouncing on the spot. “It’s time to learn to ice skate and from a real Russian.”

The three women had been ice skating for an hour. Natasha was gliding gracefully across the ice and attempting to teach both her partners the basics. Y/N had fallen seven times and Wanda nine, much to Natasha’s amusement.

Wanda was leaning against the railing as she watched Natasha lead a semi stable Y/N across the ice. She was broken out of her thoughts by her phone ringing loudly. As Wanda caught sight of Steve’s name on the screen the same pain, she felt that morning, returned to her head.

Wanda dropped the phone from her hand as her knees buckled. Flashes of blood and dirt flashed before her eyes and the sounds of screams echoed through her ears.

“Wanda!” Natasha yelled, kneeling in front of the woman. “Wanda what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Wanda shrugged, standing with the help of her girlfriends. “Nothing, nothing’s wrong. It’s just a headache.” She assured them, shaking off the residual pain and reached for her phone.

Before she could pick it up, it was snatched from her grasp by Natasha.

“You shouldn’t use the phone if you have a headache.” Natasha chided, declining Steve’s call. 

“Leave the phone alone for today.” Y/N suggested. “It’s our anniversary anyway, Steve should know better.”

“Yeah, he should.” Wanda said. “I’ll just leave him a text to let him know, I’m busy.” 

“Already done.” Natasha said, shoving Wanda’s phone into her own pocket. “Now let’s get back to our day.”

“Of course.” Wanda smiled. 

Two hours later the three women were making their way out of the rink when something caught the attention of Wanda. There was a large door next to the exit, that Wanda was sure was not there when they entered, that almost seemed to be pulsating with energy.

“Wanda, what are you looking at, darling?” Y/N smiled at the witch. 

“I don’t think that door was there when we entered.” Wanda murmured, instinctively wanting to step towards it.

“It’s a janitors closet, Wanda. Doors don’t just appear out of nowhere.” Natasha chuckled.

“You’re right. My heads not in the game today.” Wanda laughed. “Let’s get on with the schedule.”

“This isn’t working, Strange.” Tony growled. “We’ve been at this for hours and she’s still in her head.”

“I’ve never done this before, Tony.” Strange pointed out. “This is a delicate situation and I can’t rush this unless you wish your friend to die.”

“That’s not what Tony was insinuating.” Steve cut in. “We’re all very tense and we need to calm down or Wanda could be hurt.” He addressed the room. “How long do you think until you can snap her out of this?” He asked the doctor.

“Bad choice of words, Steve.” Bruce mumbled.

“Realistically I’m not sure.” Stephan admitted. “There’s a door in her mind, an anchor to reality you could say, but she’s so deep in her memories, she ignores it.”

“Is there anyway we could convince her to go through the door?” Peter asked.

“Send me in.” Clint spoke up. “I could convince her to wake up.”

“That’s not a good idea.” Strange told him. “If her mind were to snap, you would be lost to us.”

“I can convince her.” Clint said firmly. “We just lost Y/N and Natasha, I won’t let us lose Wanda as well.”

“Are you sure you know what you’re volunteering for here, Clint?” Steve asked the archer. 

“I’m sure.” He nodded. “Send me in, doc.” 

“We had our first date here.” Y/N smiled as she sat in the chair Wanda pulled out for her.

“In this exact room.” Natasha confirmed as she and Wanda sat down.

“We never did thank, Clint.” Wanda mused.

“Do you really want to give him a bigger head than usual?” Natasha snorted.

“I’m good.” Y/N chuckled as a waiter entered, carrying a drinks tray. Y/N smiled as she recognized the drinks on the tray but as Wanda looked at the waiter the same intense pain she’d felt all day returned.

But instead of collapsing, Wanda let out a gasp and jumped to her feet as she recognized the man in front of her.

“Clint?” She gasped. “What are you doing here?” She asked as she spied the door behind him. The door almost seemed to be glowing as it pulsed.

“I’m here to take you home.” He said, rushing towards her and taking her hands. “Wanda you have to come with me.”

“No it’s our anniversary. We’re celebrating.” She shook her head as the pain grew.

“This isn’t real Wanda. This is a memory. This was a year ago. These aren’t Y/N and Natasha. They’re dead.” Clint said, slowly moving himself and Wanda away from the table.

“No they’re not. They’re right here.” Wanda denied before letting out a squeak of pain. Her hands flew to her head and Clint grabbed her shoulders to steady her.

“You’re incredibly Wanda. There’s a part of you that knows this isn’t real.”

“No it has to be real. They’re alive. They’re alive.” Wanda whimpered as Y/N and Natasha walked towards them.

“We’re right here, Wanda.” Y/N said.

“You don’t have to go with him. You can stay with us.” Natasha added.

“Wanda, they’re not here.” Clint told her, swallowing harshly at the sounds of their voices. “Wanda they died two weeks ago. You have been stuck in your head, reliving this date, for two weeks.”

Wanda let out another loud whimper as the noise in her head grew louder and louder. Her heart wanted to stay but her head was saying something different.

“Wanda, they wouldn’t want you to stay like this. If you stay here, you will die.” Clint told her.

“I already did.” She groaned as visions, memories, flashed through her mind.

“No, you are still alive. You still have years ahead of you and if you loved Y/N and Natasha, you will come with me. You need to wake up, Wanda.” Clint said, inching them towards the pulsating door.

“Wanda you can stay. We can stay with you. We love you.” Y/N attempted to persuade the witch.

“We’re dead out there. We’re not in here.” Natasha said. Wanda turned towards the women and her heart clenched in pain as she looked them over.

“But you’re not real.” She whispered tears streaking down her cheeks. “None of this is real.”

With Clint’s help, Wanda made it to the door and once her hand touched the handle, the room faded into nothing. 

Y/N and Natasha faded into nothing.

It was a drastic change to the team once the red faded from Wanda’s eyes. Everyone took a step back as they waited and watched. For a second Wanda did not move.

She continued to remain in the same position she had been in for weeks. Then, her eyes closed and a gasp escaped her lips. Clint’s eyes snapped open at the same time Wanda’s eyes focused.

For a minute she did nothing as she scanned over the team and that was when her eyes landed on Steve.

Wanda launched forward, her hands forming fists, as she screamed at the blonde soldier. 

“Why did you save me?” She screamed, pounding on his chest. “Why couldn’t you let me die? Why did you have to save me?” She cried. “You should have let me die!”

Steve did not attempt to fight the witch and allowed her to hit him as his eyes watered. The team attempted to pull her off as they all felt their hearts break at the broken woman.

Clint finally managed to pull the woman off the super soldier and pulled her into his chest.

“Why didn’t I die with them? Why did I have to live?” She sobbed, fisting Clint’s shirt between her fingers. Clint tightened his arms around the woman and ran his fingers through her hair.

“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.” He soothed the broken hearted woman. “You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

“Lillie's for my favorite girls.” Wanda smiled sadly as she sat down on the grass. “And they’re not from the store, they’re from the garden we always said we’d set up.”

Wanda sat there in silence, waiting for replies that would never come.

It had been a year since the deaths of Y/N L/N and Natasha Romanoff. A year since Wanda had nearly been lost to the team.

After breaking out of her head, thanks in large part to Stephan and Clint, Wanda had felt completely broken. She had lost everyone in her life. Her parents, Pietro and now Natasha and Y/N. 

Tony and Clint had set her up with a therapist. It had taken months for Wanda to open up to her therapist and when she had, she had broken down all her walls. After her breakdown, Wanda had apologized to Steve profusely for her violence and for blaming him.

He had not blamed her and merely smiled before hugging the woman tightly.

Six months after the deaths of her girlfriends, Wanda had finally built up the courage to visit their graves for the first time. And now a year later, Wanda made sure she visited at least once a week.

“You’d love the garden if you saw it.” Wanda continued. “Everything is vibrant and green, just like you’d love Y/N. And there’s even an area on deadly plants for you Nat.” She smiled fondly as her fingers traced over the names on the headstones.

Wanda let out a sigh as a breeze ruffled her hair.

“Clint said he’s going to bring his family and visit next week. And Tony said he’s going to come too. I don’t know if you’re watching over us but we’re taking care of each other.

As a team we’re all looking after each other, but the three of us are really looking after each other. We’re doing it for you both because we all loved you. We all still love you. I love you.” Wanda said.

Wanda had lost everyone she’d ever loved. Her heart had broken a little each time but with the deaths of Natasha and Y/N, it was the final blow for her heart to shatter.

She had spent a year bandaging her heart back together. It was still broken and it may never feel the same as it once had, but it was holding together.

Her heart may be broken, but her mind wasn’t.

And with her mind in tack, Wanda was free to remember all the good times. But this time, this time, she was not stuck reliving the past.

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