#the way i fucking SCREAMED TYR PLEASE

[tiredassmage]

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[kaunis-sielu]

Schoolyard: 7

You go out into your living room. “We’re going home.”

“What?” Sif asks looking up from her phone.

“The hospital won’t allow me to work until Thor and my annulment is over so there’s no point in being here.”

“You don’t want to see any family?”

“My dad is still working, he and my mom are in Japan so I wouldn’t see them anyway. Jane was the only other person I really wanted to see and you saw how that turned out.”

“We can go whenever you want. The jet is at the airfield we just have to call in the crew.”

“Will you please? I want to go as soon as possible.”

“Call Thor.” Bryn says and you frown, “honestly he’s driving me crazy. Please just call him.”

“Fine!” You go back into your room and drop down onto the bed then video call him.

“Hi Elskede.” He says softly, he looks like he’s just woken up and when you look at your watch you realize for him it is nearly six am and that Bryn is a liar.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve waited. I forgot about the time difference.”

“No it’s okay. You look upset.” You nod then promptly burst into tears. “Oh Elskede.” He soothes and it just brings on more tears. You spill everything, how horrible Jane was and how it made you feel like such a shitty friend even though you’d done your best to reach out. How Peter had made a huge deal about you and Thor being married and practically screamed it to the paparazzi who you’re sure are going to sell it to the rest of the world. Then you tell him about work and how all you wanted to do was take care of sick kids.

“What can I do to help?” Thor asks as you finish explaining the last 24 hours to him.

“When I get home I really want a hug.” You tell him and he laughs softly.

“Elskede, that’s the least I can do. Anything you want.”

“Honestly that’s it. You’ve let me vent and cry and now all I want is one of those bone crushing hugs you used to give me.”

“Nothing else?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” You tease your mood already brighter. Someone knocks on your door, “come in?”

“Sorry to interrupt.” Sif says, “the jet can be ready before midnight.” You glance at the time and nod.

“That works for me.” You tell her glancing over at your almost completely packed bag.

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay longer Elskede?”

“Positive.” He nods and you lay back on your pillow. You’re still chatting with him when a loud noise from out in the living room catches your attention.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You lay the phone down and climb off your bed then open your bedroom door.

“Is everything okay?”

“Dr. Foster is attempting to gain access.” Bryn tells you, you notice the gun in her hand but don’t say anything.

“Why?”

“We don’t know.” You sigh and move toward the door but Sif stops you.

“Are you sure you want to do this again?”

“Yea.” You pull out the stop then open the door.

“What the hell. Why wouldn’t the door open.”

“Didn’t know if you told Peter where I lived or not and if he had a key.”

“What?”

“He came to my work Jane. Screamed about how I was married to a prince and how you’d told him everything. Just loud enough for the paparazzi to hear.”

“And I’m sure that’s all my fault.”

“Hell yea it is! I asked you to keep that to yourself!”

“I don’t keep secrets from my boyfriend.”

“Just your best friend then huh.” You snap and she glares at you.

“I just came to get some of my shit.”

“You know what? Just keep the fucking place. Thanks to your boyfriend I don’t have a job here anymore and Asgard and Thor already feel more like home than this fucking city does anyways.” You sneer before turning on your heel and heading back to your room. You grab your bag, shove the few things you took out back into it then grab your phone.

“I’ll call you back.”

“Elskede.” Thor starts before you hang up on him.

“Lose my number until you lose the shit attitude.” You tell Jane before blowing past her Sif and Bryn hot on your heels. When you get downstairs you’re horrified by the amount of press outside your place.

“Can we take you to the embassy now?”

“Fine.” You agree and the two women flank you on either side then hurry you out the door. The paparazzi start screaming the second they realize it’s you but you keep a passive face, you don’t look at them and you follow Sif and Bryn’s directions to the car. When you pull away some of the paparazzi follow you but Bryn easily loses them.

When you pull up to the embassy it Bryn hardly slows down. The gates swing open for you and slowly shut behind you while two guards block the drive. When the car stops Sif opens the door and you climb out then follow her into the embassy.

“Your Highness, welcome! I’m Tyr, the ambassador. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He’s a burly older man with a long white beard and shoulder length white hair.

“Thank you for allowing us to spend a couple of hours here. It’s much appreciated.”

“Of course your Highness. Is there anything I can get you?”

“No thank you.” You tell him as your phone starts to ring, you’re not surprised to see that it’s Thor. “Excuse me the Crown Prince is calling.” He nods and you step away putting the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Just wanted to check in. Did you make it to the embassy okay?”

“Yea, I’m just ready to be home.”

“It’s been weird without you here Elskede.”

“Can we do a long weekend when I get back? Before Spain?”

“That should be fine, where do you want to go?”

“Surprise me.” You tell him and he hums softly.

“I have to go though Elskede. I’ll see you when you get back. Have a safe flight.”

“Okay, bye.” You hang up then join Sif, Bryn and Tyr again.

“Everything alright?” Sif asks and you nod.

“If you have things to do you don’t need to host us. We’ll just be here for a couple hours.”

“Are you sure Your Highness?” You nod, “is there anything I can get you first?” You glance over at Sif and Bryn but both shake their heads.

“We’re good. Thank you.” He nods again then leaves the three of you in the sitting room.

You read for a couple of hours then head back out to the car and to the airfield. You sleep for most of the flight then take a quick shower and change just before landing. The ride to the palace feels like it’s hours long but when you get there Thor comes bounding out of the building and yanks open your door. You scurry out of the car and into his waiting arms. Thor holds you tightly to him, his chin rests on the top of your head and you let out all the tension you didn’t know you were carrying with a long slow breath.

“I’m so glad you’re home safe Elskede.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I’m glad I’m home too.” You tell him not moving from his embrace as people move around you. “I knew that this was exactly what I needed.” He chuckles softly but doesn’t move, god you’ve never felt so content, so protected, safe and happy.

“We have a meeting with the judge tomorrow then we can go on our trip.” The judge. The annulment. That shouldn’t fill you with so much dread but it does.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” Thor tells you and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Fine.” You finally release your grip on him then his hand ends up in yours, like it always does, and you head back inside.

“Mother wishes to speak with Doodle.” Loki says as they walks past you with their bodyguard Laufey behind them. “Alone.” They add and your eyes widen.

“I told her what happened with your friend. I hope that’s alright.” Thor tells you as you start for The Queen’s rooms.

“Oh, that’s fine. Do you think that’s why she would want to speak to me?”

“I don’t know. I’ll bring you there. We have a charity event at a hospital tonight, will you be alright to go?” As you make your way toward Frigga’s rooms.

“Yes, I don’t want anyone to think they broke me.”

“You have nothing to prove Elskede.”

“I know. I won’t have them think they won. Besides, you’d be so bored without me.” You tease and he chuckles softly.

“I’ll have some dresses sent for you.”

“Thank you.” You tell him as you come up to Frigga’s door. He nods, presses a kiss to the side of your head then leaves you to his mother.

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No Place Like Home

Hello, Friends! My brain is fried so there is no introduction like there normally is. I honestly doubt anyone reads them anyway. Whatever. ONWARD!

Background: Noelle and Loki were “Bound” by a witch in Alfheim after a battle they fought in. This means that the witch split each of their souls in half and one half switched places. Noelle has half of Loki’s soul and vice versa. They can feel each other's emotions and hear each other's thoughts. Noelle is also Half Asgardian, half Midgardian. Her father is Tyr and her mother is of Midgard. Loki enchanted her wedding ring so that she can be immortal with him.

Summary: Noelle is kidnapped by Hydra while on a mission in Europe and help captive in an unknown base somewhere in the country. Loki needs to find her before the worst can happen.

Warnings: Kidnapping, swearing, suggestions of attempted rape, creepy Hydra guys being gross, slight angst with a fluffy end.

No Place Like Home

Noelle PoV:

Well.

I am not sure how to describe my situation in any other way than this: I'm fucked.

It was supposed to be a routine mission. We were supposed to be in and out, no big deal. That is no longer the case.

Nope. The current situation is much more dire than such things as "routine" and "easy in-and-out". The situation is now me, gagged, bound, and surrounded by the darkness of the van that the Hydra agents had thrown me into. So I repeat. I am fucked. But then again...

So are they.

If there is one thing I know, it's the power my husband holds within himself. A power that does nothing but grow, especially when I am in danger.

They have created a cuff to cut off my magic and tied my hands behind me so I couldn't use my knives or gun. It's not ideal but I've been through worse. The only thing I'm afraid of now is who will control these men from putting their hands on me. I can't defend myself with my hands tied and magic quelled.

I soon get my answer as the van comes to a stop. I'm hauled out by the two guys who sat in the back with me. They seem to be expecting me to kick and scream, thinking they will have to drag or even carry me into the concrete structure we are about to enter. They are wrong. I keep my emotions in check. I stay cool and collected and let them walk me to the elevator.

The bigger of the two men, who I have decided looks like a Chuck, jabs his finger into the button of the floor number we need to get to. -5. Noted.

When the elevator doors open again, I am faced with a small grey room with a metal chair in the middle, a small cot in the right hand corner of the far wall, and one small light that dangles from the ceiling.

Chuck and his buddy Frankie sit me in the chair and take the gag out of my mouth. The first thing I do is make eye contact with Frankie and give him a small smile. He is clearly unsettled by my calmness and looks extremely guarded as he unties my hands and cuffs me to the chair. I let them do their job and nod my head at Chuck, who looks equally unnerved by me. Yay!

They both walk backwards to the elevator and keep their eyes on me until the doors shut once again. I keep my smile on until they are gone. Now that they left and my eyes have adjusted to the dim room, I can scope it out.

There must be hidden cameras. I can get a general sense of where based on the discolouration of the concrete. They were recently installed. This is a new base. We may not have record of it yet.

Shit. Okay, plan B. If I let the wall between Loki and myself down, he could follow the pull and find me. But that could take days. I hope that by the Fates that the tracker we have installed into our suits is still working.

I'm still thinking through my game plan when the doors open again. I look up to see a very... boring? I think that's a good word, yes. A boring man walks through the door.

"Lady Noelle." I hear the accented voice say. I unintentionally tense up. He addressed me as "Lady Noelle." No one calls me that except the Asgardians and they haven't called me "Lady" anything since my marriage to their Prince. They say "Princess" now. This man isn't of Asgard.

"Oh, not to worry, my dear Lady. You are... well, I cannot say safe but you will not be harmed if you cooperate." He walks into the light, circling me. I relax my body, with some effort, and try to appear calm.

"Forgive me, sir, but you seem to know my name, yet I don't know yours."

He chuckles. "You think me a fool?" He asks, stopping his pacing in front of me. I can see it relatively well. He looks like the basic Hydra douche in the stupid uniform and such things, but there is something about his eyes. I can't understand it but it's more frightening than I let on.

"I am not going to just give you information on myself. I suppose you think I am going to just surrender my plan to you as well?" He steps forward, resting his hands on the cuffs holding mine to the chair, and leaning in a bit.

I force a calm smile and tilt my head slightly. "Of course not. That would be ridiculous. Though, you did just tell me you are a head officer in this joint, if not the mastermind. I'll know your name sooner or later. I'd prefer sooner if you don't mind." I cock an eyebrow at him. "Build a rapport and all that jazz?"

He chuckles again and stands straight. "It appears you would be right. My men will call my name eventually and then you will know. My name is Leon Becker. I am, in fact, the leader of this base and this mission. And you, my dear, are my guest." He smiles coldly.

"Do you normally strap your guests to chairs?"

"If they are Avengers, yes."

"Ah. So you are afraid I will hurt you. Okay, no big. I totally understand." I nod in faux agreement. "Makes sense to keep a woman with no weapons and stripped of her powers locked up."

"I am not stupid, woman." He growls at me. "Your reverse psychology will not work on me. You were trained in Asgard as a warrior and then in the Avengers compound by super soldiers and highly trained assassins. I know you can beat me. You have otherworldly strength that you received from your father: an Asgardian." He begins pacing around me again.

My smile falters for a moment. How does he know about Tyr? I regain my composure. "So you know of my parentage. Well done! You did your homework." I snip sarcastically.

He smirks at me as he passes. "Your mother died of Osteosarcoma. Bone cancer. That's sad. What's it been now, three years? You laid beside her and sang to her until her last breath. Such a devoted daughter." He shakes his head. "Well, maybe not so devoted. You saw her, what, four times in the three years you lived in Asgard at that point?" I feel my throat start to close up. Momma. I do my best to hold it together. "Aw, my apologies, Lady Noelle. Did my talking of your mother upset you? Oh dear." Leon tsks. As he walks to the elevator, he says over his shoulder. "I suppose we can start in the morning. Rest well, Lady Darkness."

The doors shut behind him. As they do, the cuffs holding me to my chair release me. I take a deep breath. I will not cry. I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Making my way over to the cot, I rub my wrists absentmindedly as I break down the wall between Loki and myself.

'NOELLE!' He shouts into my mind. I wince. 'Where are you? Are you hurt? I will kill them. Do you have a location?'

'Loki, honey. I'm very tired. One question at a time.'

I feel him take a deep breath. 'Are you injured in any way? Have they touched you?'

'No to both questions. I'm not hurt and most of them are frightened of me.'

He smiles at that but it quickly falls. 'What's your location?'

'I don't know. I was in the back of a van, it was dark.'

I feel his emotions shift from anger to distress. 'I can use our... What did you call it? The link that helps us find each other?'

'Built in GPS. And you can try but I think it will be too far. We were driving for a while.'

He scowls, 'I meant what I said. When I find you, I will slaughter them all. They put their hands on my wife. I will be sure to put every last one in their graves.'

'I love you for that but really, please focus on finding me and getting me home.'

'You cannot teleport. I can't get you here either. I've been trying for hours. Why is that?'

'Well, they are getting smarter. They have found a way to create a cuff that cuts off my magic. The only reason we can communicate is because we are bound. They must not know about that.'

There is silence for a moment. 'What do they know?' He asks in a small voice.

I sigh. 'Too much.'

He nods but doesn't press the matter. He knows I will tell him eventually.

~~~~~Le Time Skip cuz I'm lazy~~~~~

I have no idea what time it is or how long I've been here. I only sleep in intervals and I'm not even sure how long they are. They can't be very long. I'm exhausted.

'You sleep in one hour intervals about 4 times a day.' I sigh. He isn't sleeping. 'Can you blame me, Noelle? You are in captivity and I do not know where you are. I am working on finding you and I will not rest until I do so.'

'I love you for it but you can't keep doing this. You're going to burn yourself out.'

'You are not the first to mention that.' He grumbles. 'Thor is saying the same. Agent Romanoff as well.'

'They're right. Listen to them. I'm alright. She is pretty smart so you should listen.'

He laughs, 'She? Only she?'

I smile, 'Thor thinks with his heart. He is thinking of you because he loves you and wants to keep you safe. Natasha thinks with her brain. She needs you to keep your wits about you and she is right.'

'I-' he is interrupted by the elevator doors opening. Frankie and Chuck step through. One is holding a tray of food, like every day, and the other holds a case file. That's new. So are the looks on their faces.

Damn it.

'I love you.' I whisper in my mind. 'Please forgive me.' Before he can respond, I put up the wall in our minds. He can't hear or feel me now.

"Breakfast for you, Lady Darkness."

I smile and say, "Thank you, Chuck." I sit up and take the tray.

"Again, that is not my name."

"Yeah, well, that's what I'm gonna call you.  You realize that my best friend is the greatest nickname maker of all time?"

Chuck scowls and Frankie crosses his arms.

"You should really hold your tongue. You cannot beat us both at once without your powers." Frankie tells me. He runs his fingertips over my knee. I immediately jerk away from him. He laughs. It's a sickening laugh. I've always been outspoken and strong about things like that but he is right. I couldn't stop them both.

"The loud-mouthed Princess is speechless. Probably for the better. I would be afraid if I was such a small girl as well."

I feel a burst of heat pass through me. Whether it was bravery or stupidity, I let it control me. "Wait a minute, Frankie. You're telling me you're not a girl? Wow. Could have had me fooled."

His face turns red. "You little bitch." He growls menacingly.

"You know, I was actually pretty proud of you for a minute. A female soldier protecting a... what did you call me? 'Loud-mouth princess'? Pretty cool. But know that I know you're a guy, meh."

"Shut your mouth." Snaps Chuck before turning to his little buddy, "She is trying to provoke you. We can take her easily. Don't do anything stupid."

"You too! You think you're big tough men? You follow a coward who hides behind his pride. You do his bidding like dogs." I stand up and start summoning my strength. "That's what you are. Not men. Not women. Dogs. You are disposable and worthless to him. You mean no more to him than a-" WHACK.

Frankie slaps me hard across the face. I stumble back and hit the chair. As I stand and start towards him, the doors open and Leon stands there with another few guards. They grab hold of me and strap me to the chair again as Frankie and Chuck board the elevator.

"That was unwise, Lady Noelle." Leon says calmly. I blink away the tears that pooled from the sting.

"Never said I was wise." I mutter. I take a deep breath and straighten my back, crossing my ankles. "It was a sudden moment of weakness you will not have the pleasure of witnessing again." I raise my chin, remembering what Loki showed me when we sat on the throne while Thor was away.

"Your bravery never ceases to amaze me, my dear. The beauty and power you possess to be strapped to a pathetic chair and still sit as though it is a throne is truly remarkable."

"I learned from a king."

This comment shakes him for a moment. He walks towards me and leans his face closer to mine. "Those fools do not deserve such a pleasure you could provide." He breathes me in. I suppress a shudder.

"And you think you do? Interesting."

"I deserve better than an alien's whore," he snarls before standing straight. "But I would settle for you."

I feel my lungs grow tight. "Not to worry, Lady Noelle. I will not touch you until your husband is dead."

I laugh, though there is no humour in it. "You will be waiting for a very long time, I'm afraid. Loki is immortal."

"Ah, but that is not true, is it? They can be killed." Leon cocks an eyebrow.

"Well if that is your master plan, I suggest you pray to whatever God you believe in, Mr. Becker. My husband is not easy to kill."

~~~~~Le Time Skip II~~~~~

The next day, Leon decides that it is a splendid idea to have dinner with me. He makes idle conversation, I make an occasional sarcastic remark. He proves that the food wasn't poisoned by eating off of my plate himself. Even then I don't eat much.

"So, Lady Noelle. You grew up in New York, yes?"

I simply smile knowingly. He already knows.

"And your husband attacked New York in 2012?"

Another smile.

"It makes me wonder whether you agreed with those actions. Very curious." He puts a bite of salmon in his mouth.

"Not that I need to explain it to you, Mr. Becker, but if you must know, I was not in on Loki's attack on New York. At the time, he and I were not in contact. And for the record, he was brainwashed and being controlled by an evil being." I take a bite of rice, watching his reaction. "We later destroyed the being that tortured him for two whole years. Loki tore him limb from limb." I say casually.

He seems shocked (yay) but does his best to compose himself. "Your husband's past is very dark. And his cruelty is shocking."

"Hmm." I hum absently, "Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. Though I should tell you to prepare yourself because what he did to Thanos is nothing compared to what he will do to you."

Leon's eyes grow wide. He takes a breath and pushes a button. He stands as Frankie and Chuck come in and move the table and the chair Leon was in away. As the three if them walk back towards the elevator, I decide to take a small parting shot.

"A normal man can do the impossible to save the woman he loves, Leon." I call to his retreating form. "My husband is no ordinary man." Before the elevator doors close, I say, "He is a God."

I feel Loki laughing in my mind.

'Good show, darling.' He says.

'Thank you, thank you. Have you found me yet?'

'Just a bit longer, love. I will find you. We will find you soon.' I nod as I lay on my cot.

'I love you.' I tell him.

'I love you more.' He replies.

'I love you most.' I say as I shut my eyes, willing my body to sleep.

~~~~~Le Time Skip III~~~~~

I am awoken by banging and screams coming from above me. And then I feel it.

Loki is here.

I sit up and try to speak to him in my mind. He doesn't respond quickly and I can feel his adrenaline coursing through him in the fight.

After a few minutes, I hear him calling me.

"LEVEL -5! LOKI!"

Its not long before he finds me and wraps me up tight. "I've got you." He says. "I've found her." He says, louder this time, and not to me. He is telling the team.

"You are practically frozen, my dove." He says, kissing my forehead. I nuzzle my way deeper into his chest. He takes off his thick, green cape and tugs it around my shoulders. He kisses my head again before taking my hand in his and leading the way back to the stupid elevator.

"Loki." I whisper once we are in.

"Noelle?" He responds. I hold out the wrist the anti-magic cuff is on. He takes the hint and takes it off. Immediately after, I feel a surge of power running through my body. The sensation is so strong that I almost crumble. Loki catches me and holds me up. We reach the top floor soon after that where a helicarrier is waiting for us.

Loki gets me settled in my seat before trying to leave again, presumably to kill every Hydra agent in sight. I take his hand quickly and tug him back to me. He looks at me questioningly and kisses my knuckles.

"Please, don't leave me. Let the others get to Leon."

He clearly doesn't like it but agrees to stay. "Do you have an earpiece? I want to talk to Tony."

He hesitates for a moment before standing up to go get me an earpiece. He hands it to me when he returns and I stick it in my ear quickly.

"Tony." I say.

"Good to have you back, Elle. You alright?" Tony says, cool as ever.

"I'm alright. Listen, the leader's name is Leon Becker. He has the most decorated uniform, well-kept brown hair, a lame ass mustache that looks exactly how you imagine it will, and dark dark brown eyes. Keep him alive. We should question him."

I hear Tony sigh. He agrees but he doesn't want to. Neither does Loki, as I gather from the growl. "Fine. I'll find him and put him in the cargo hold with Nat and Clint."

"Cool. I'm going to rest a bit. And Tony? Thank you. For saving me I mean. Thank you to everyone."

"We got you, Elle. Now go cuddle your man." I hear Nat's voice and smile. I take out the earpiece and put it aside.

"Cuddles?" Loki asks, opening his arms. I need no further invitation. I climb into his lap and bury my face in his neck. I breathe him in and, for the first time in days, let my body feel. I start to cry, not because I'm sad or hurt, but because I'm safe. And happy to be where I am.

My home is in the lap of the love of my life, his arms around me and mine around him, my face buried in his neck. And there's no place like home.

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Claimed

Loki x reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut, Mention of blood and abuse former lover and Fluffyness. That’s all I can think of.

@silverlightsaber Loki with a side of smut 13, 15, 21 I hope you like it.

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13 "Are you hurt?" "No." "Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

15 "Is that blood?" ".....No?"

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21 "I'd take a bullet for you." "It's not romantic when you're immortal."

The beautiful green and gold dress you wore was ruined, having a small amount of blood on it. Sadly it was to be worn for tonight's ball at the palace. Unfortunately, a casualty just like your face that was covered in small about of bruises. After a fight broke out between you and a man that was to be your fiancé, one that was willingly provided to you by your family. He was an awful man and had no regard for you. You were just some prize to be won to him. Your family's wealth was what he was after. No matter how hard you tried to tell your parents that, you did not want to marry him, that he was hurtful to you. But to them, this was what life was like. Your father was an awful man that would hurt your mother. He would only tell you that you most like deserved it. And that you will understand when you became his wife.

The countless time you tried to run away only to be caught. The one and only male you had trust in your life was the God of mischief. You both had been friends as kids. The love of your life. A prince you know all too well you could never be with.

Luckily no one was home when you arrived; everyone had left for the ball. You ran from the man you told you would never marry after he struck you for leaving, his mark on your face grabbing you by the arm before throwing you down. You had never noticed the blood coming from your nose until you got home. Tears stained your cheeks and burned your eyes. You never noticed that you had left the door open to your home or your bedroom. You also never heard a man call for you.

"lady y/n." Loki's voice came from the door as he pushed it open. You screamed and jumped, grabbing anything to cover your naked form.

"Norse Loki, get out!" You yelled, throwing the pillow you had grabbed to cover yourself as the Prince just stood there stunned. You quickly regretting the only thing that covered you to throw it at him as you suddenly grabbed the discarded dress, holding it to your body. Your head tilted down, letting your hair fall in front of your face.

"I'm sorry, darling I-" Loki had casted his eyes downward. Only for him to realize there was something off, and it wasn't you naked a pleasant sight sure, but your dress had blood on it.

"Is that blood?" Loki asked, looking back up at you, taking a step further into your bedroom.

".....No?" you squeaked out, flipping the dress around backing away in the process, still hiding your face from him.

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"I think I would be able to recognize blood, so would you like to try again?" Loki crosses his arms over his chest.

"Loki," you sighed heavily, still keeping your face down. "I only had a bloody nose, no need to worry, now can you kindly leave so I can get dressed." Hoping Loki wouldn't see past your somewhat of a lie. Loki was about to take a step back. You turned just slightly to watch him walk out, but he stopped. "Are you hurt?"

"No." you Stammered out, turning your head away. "Please, can you go." you never noticed Loki used an illusion until you felt his finger hooked gently under your chin, lifting it, giving him a better view of your face. He winces at the state of you.

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?" He asked his voice soft yet stern. His eyes were watching you waiting for you to lie to him.

"I-I fell." You pulled away slightly. "As I said, it's nothing." You heard Loki sigh his head fell before he spoke again.

"My little dove." He looked back at you, your heart flutter as it always did at the nicknames he would give you. He was making it hard not to tell him everything. "Try again."

"I broke the engagement off. And this was what he had to say about it. Now can we move on and let me attempt to hide this." You sobbed out, still trying hard to hold on to the tears that threatened to spill. The anger rose in Loki. He knew something was off when and if he got to see you. As of late, the time the two of you spent together was sparse at most. Ever since the announcement of betrothed to Tyr. Loki loath the pathetic excuse of a man that your father had arranged to marry you. Loki had always thought it would be him that would get the honor. Loki never likes your family. But who believes kids no one.

"I'm going to kill him. Is he going to the ball?" Loki seethed jaw clenched as he moved from you storming out of the room, catching his arm before he could get further than the door. Your gown now forgot on the floor.

"Please, Loki, don't it's not worth it for you to get onto trouble." you pleaded as you pulled him back into your room. Loki notices you were now complete expose to him. His eyes couldn't help but look mostly to look for other marks on your beautiful skin. Taking note at what seemed to be old bruising and a few scars. That he knew you never had before. Considering no matter how many times you told him not to look when the two of you would sneak off onto the forbidden forest just to skinny dip in the hot springs. Loki would use his illusions to make it look like his back was turned to you. Making him smile when he would catch you trying to take your own peek at the God.

"Darling, you know I would do anything for you, right?" Loki looked at you with soft eyes when you stopped making sure the door was shut. You nodded slightly. "you know, I'd take a bullet for you."

   "Loki, It's not romantic when you're immortal." A small smile formed on your face as you watched him. Suddenly your lips whereon his. Kissing him, fiercely years of longing pinning over the other in that one kiss. You pulled away slightly," Please stay with me."

"Are you sure about that little dove?" Loki smirked as he towered over you. "I am not sure I can control myself around you knowing you are no longer betroth freed from someone who had no claim to you."

"Are you sure it's not because I'm naked in front of you." Your hand ran over the detail of his armor.

​

"well, that doesn't help, but I have longed for you. I may have claimed you as mine when we were children — telling my mother that I was going to marry you someday." Loki chucked his hands held on to you tenderly. "I wish I had tried harder, and for that, my love, I'm sorry." your mouth pressed against his once more. Your hand fisted into his raven hair. Pulling him as close to you as you could. You needed him more than you ever thought.

​

        "This, " You moaned against his lips. Your hands roamed over his armor. "Need's to go." Fingers were digging into the leather at his neck. "Please, I've needed you for so long." Like an answer to your prayer, he did as you bid with a simple flick his clothes were gone, and you were on your back with Loki hovering over you. His hands moved along your naked body finding there way between luscious thighs. While his mouth worked over your neck, sucking on the soft flesh.

"Well, well, my pet is oh so wet for her prince." Loki growled his head, moving down towards your heaving chest. The side of his hand rubbed along all ready wet folds. Loki smirked against your skin when you gasped out, moaning his name. Your hips buckled as his skillful fingers explore what lies beneath wet fold. Loki's smirk only grows more sinister as you praised him, calling his name over and over, egging the God on further. His own growing need pressed along your thigh. Your thigh rubbing delightfully against his length as you squirmed under him.

           Loki's suckled on peaked nipples teeth, and tongue worked harmoniously together his teeth held just enough to make it a pleasurable pain while his tongue swirled and flicked over the stiff peaks. Taking his time worshiping each one as they should be. Your whole body is a Temple for him, and only his worship to play with, to have his way with, to love. You were moaning his name night after night day after day. Greedily he would not share you. Your hands found themselves fisting into Loki's raven hair. Loki's hand continue its assault to your core two fingers sliding skillfully in and out while his thumb did a number to your clit within moments you came arching your back, screaming out his name. He Climbed over you after he worked you through your first orgasm.

       "Such a beautiful creature withering beneath me, her God." he purred before kissing you passionately. Loki then eased himself inside you; your welcoming walls squeezed the life out of him. He was rather enormous when he entered you. Your nails dug into pale flesh as you gasped out when he finally settled into you, allowing you some time to adjust. You arched into him with a roll of your hips, giving that silent nudge. Which he gladly did taking you slowly as not to hurt you moving in and out of you. "Norse, you are remarkably tight."

            Loki wasn't sure he could last much longer being you were a nicely a snug fit around his throbbing member. Your moans of pleasure only had him picking up his speed as he trusted deep into you. Making sure to hit the spot deep inside you with each welcoming thrust. Moving your hips in tune with his trusts, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your body was on fire that Loki could only ignite. This was how he felt, and tasted, it was everything, and more finally able to seize.

              "Loki, oh gods, I'm going to- please harder." you cried out Loki smiled at your request. He Pulled your legs from his waist only to place them over his shoulders. Changing the angle hitting new areas, and further just grazing your cervix. Pounding into you, taking you harder, your screams were music to his ears. He fucked you into the mattress, and you came hard around his throbbing cock.

           "Yes, that it cum around my cock." He growled, finding it hard to last as you socked him even further. He came into you hard and deep. Your walls were milking every last drop of him. Loki captured your lips with his as he stilled. Moving your leg as he slowly pulled out, you whimpered at the empty feeling. "I think all of Asgard knows now who clams you." Loki pulled you to him as you both laid there, panting heavily. The feeling of his seed seeped out, your bodies covered in sweat.

         "Loki, how em I going to explain this to my family?" You asked him, Loki tenderly traced your jaw, making sure not to cause you any pain.

          "No need to worry, love. I will take care of it. I will also be taking care of that worthless man that dared to lay his hand on you." Loki promised you as he held you tightly. The joyful sounds of the ball range throughout the town, only missing two of its people. Though as you slowly started to drift off to sleep, you felt a change in the room. Loki had brought you back to his chambers where you would reside forever.



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Author’s Notes | Notes Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader, Ivarsðóttir x OC!Einar Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @justanawolf​ for 5CW7 Words | 2762 ⁑ Warnings: Some cursing. Mentions to violence, death, and blood. Insinuations to rape.

"Ivar Ragnarsson!"

Ivar sighed in his throne. You were once again disturbing his mind with that inconceivable idea of marrying his beautiful daughter to that boy...

That thin and weak boy that invaded his life years ago, playing with his precious daughter as if he would grow enough to become the raider he pretended to be in their imagination.

Your daughter and he used to play together all the time and Einar, who was the son of a local farmer, was a good boy in your sight. He never tried anything improper, always playing like a good boy, respectful, a good worker, well educated... The fact was that the stupid boy had grown into adult life and became a man, for Ivar's disgust: it would have been easier if Hella had taken him as Ivar thought would happen. And now, you were there, for the hundredth time in that year, remembering him your daughter and that thin thing were starting to get involved... That he should prepare to discuss her marriage to that annoying remembrance of Sigurd's bardic traces walking through his Hall after his precious daughter's skirts. He was even good with the oud! The oud!

Sigurd was a damn plague in his life and Ivar could bet he was laughing at his face from Valhalla, celebrating with toasts his curses becoming true under the skin of that infamous boy his daughter was so in love with.

"He's weak," he insisted, sighing bored when you started again the whole speech.

He knew what would come, but even then, there you were, speaking, and speaking...

"...And strength is not everything! Nor is stamped in his face, Ivar. If it was like this, then my father should have denied your pledge for my hand," you said, catching his attention and an angry glare in his eyes.

You wouldn't dare to compare that thin little boyish thing to him, right?

"You were a cripple weak rag of a boy in his sight, but he gave you a chance to prove yourself and you did it! You owe Einar a chance as well!"

You would.

And it infuriated him - of course! What would infuriate Ivar the Boneless more than messing with his ego?

"I'm nothing like that boy and I owe him nothing!" he said with his powerful voice, looking at you with sharp blues. "Well, he wants to marry my daughter? So, if you want so badly to compare the two of us, tell him to do what I did! Tell him to conquer kingdoms and kill kings, to gather an army and have lands under his control! Tell him to become a commander, a successful raider, and a king! And then, I'll gladly offer my daughter's hand in marriage and maybe an alliance!"

You crossed your arms. He knew he was going too far, but Ivar never knows when to stop...

"As long as he's standing under my boots on our society, then he'll have no chances to have my beautiful Freya bearing his children!"

"You rather sell our daughter to a foreigner king for an alliance, I suppose... Right, King Ivar?"

He drew back. It was a slap on his face, and you knew it. You did it on purpose, just to see that frown in his forehead.

The subject was over. None of you wanted to speak about that anymore. You turned yourself to leave and his voice echoed, calling your attention.

"I'll be leaving on a short trip at the end of this moon..."

"Don't you dare to suggest taking the boy with you, Ivar," you said, immediately looking back.

"I won't get him killed on purpose! For the gods' sake, woman, what do you think I am?" he answered, offended by the obvious concern in your sentence.

But you stood on your position, looking straight inside his eyes.

"A father, Ivar," you answered, slapping his face without your hands one second time. "One disposed to do anything for what he thinks is his daughter's safety. Einar stays. Our daughter loves him too much for me to allow your concerns to hurt this innocent relationship. I rather see them as friends forever than hold my daughter's cry if her heart goes with him."

Wise words... For his disgust once again.

Damn him for marrying a woman able to outsmart his plans and, sometimes, see forward in his steps. He had no intention to harm the boy, but you were right: his raids weren't for a farmer and if Einar didn't come back, his precious Freya would suffer twice: for the future love never built and for the friendship lost.

"Fine. We'll solve this when I come back," he stated.

Something you could accept. With a heated head, nor Ivar or you would think straight and it was the future of your daughter in your hands. Freya's happiness was more important than anything.

"Baldur will come with me. Such as Tyr," Ivar declared about the raid and you sighed.

Your children were growing so fast... Last night you were waking up for Tyr's nightmares, and now there he was, a young man, walking around with Hvitserk, drinking with Baldur, looking the skirts around.

Going to raids with his father and brother...

"I'll make the sacrifices to provide you a safe trip and safe return, husband," you said, looking at him.

Sometimes words weren't necessary.

"I'll take good care of them, my love. Not that I really have to once Baldur fights like a beast and Tyr honors his name, but I'll take good care of them, don't worry."

It didn't really matter for you and Ivar knew that. They could fight like his best men and be greater than his father, and yet, Baldur and Tyr would always be your little boys.

Boys you thought you would never see one more time when those men invaded your home. Ivar's self-confidence was a mistake and sometimes, a few times, it would really cause a disaster.

This time he thought his fame and name would be enough to keep small invaders away from his lands. He thought they wouldn't dare to threaten his kingdom, nor his wife, nor his daughter...

"Mother!"

Your heart crushed in a thousand pieces when you had your daughter brutally ripped from your embrace. Those men touching her, holding you, trying to lift your skirt, speaking offensively about how your husband would hunt them if he ever knew who fucked his wife and daughter to death the way they were planning.

"Or else I could put a child on her belly and leave the crippled king a boy with my face," one of them boasted touching your lower belly right before you spat on his face.

"I would rip my own womb before bearing your child, you bastard!" you cursed and he slapped your face, throwing your body on the ground, starting to rip your dress.  

His curses and words, telling you how he would give you the taste of a whole man before you could prove his sword, were cut in the middle when someone crossed his chest with a sword. You felt the blood spatting on your back and the weight of the dead body, but your instinct screamed louder and you stole that dead man's sword, getting up to help whoever was the man fighting to get your daughter free.

You were no shieldmaiden. But you were a mother and somehow Frigga imbued your heart with her strength and you sunk that blade on the shoulder of one of the bastards while your savior was trespassing the third one.  

Quickly, he ran to lock and block the door and so, as your daughter was falling on your embrace, crying like a child, your eyes could recognize your savior coming closer, fully worried about his beloved princess in your hands.

"Einar..." you mumbled as Freya threw herself into the boy's hug.

You watched in relief as he held your child in his arms, hiding her completely into his embrace, mumbling sweet words into your daughter's scared ears.

There was so much love between them... How could Ivar deny he was the perfect husband to your sweet daughter?

As Einar's hands consoled your crying daughter, slowly lulling her into his embrace, you straightened your dress, trying to keep yourself covered and see if there were wounds beyond the scratch bleeding on your face. The sounds of battle could be heard outside and somehow, they became stronger in your Hall.

You couldn't determine if someone had arrived to kill the invaders or if the raiders had backup now, but the cries of battle were closer and higher, and so, Einar showed his bravery once again.

"No... Einar, please no!" your child cried as the boy delivered her into your embrace.

She wasn't calm anymore. Instead, she was terrified of seeing him holding that sword.

"Please!" she begged, but Einar just touched Freya's face with a gentle caress.

"Don't worry, my princess. I'll be fine. And if I fall here, then I wasn't worthy of your heart, my love. What man can desire a woman he cannot protect?"

Wise words. A wise man... You held your daughter and touched her face.

"The gods know how much you love each other, my child. Don't worry... If we fall into this place, I ensure you'll find him again," you said, having nothing but some more tears from your crying daughter as Einar straightened himself, holding the sword like a true warrior, waiting for the small barricade of the door to fall.

It didn't take too long until the sounds reached your room and Freya yelled when a strong impact broke the door open. But despite prepared for a huge fight, Einar's shoulders relaxed when Whitehair came into the room followed closely by the king and his men.

"Father!" your girl cried and Ivar came closer, embracing you and her as Baldur and Tyr were looking around searching for any other invader at the room.

"My child... My love... Are you wounded?" Ivar asked.

His heart was hammering his chest like a midsummer drum.

"We're safe... Thanks to Einar," you said, causing the eyes to turn towards the boy that was still holding his sword, tiredly.

Baldur sheathed his own blade as Tyr came closer, to touch his forehead to yours. The older brother and Ivar were focused on the boy who was now panting a little less, relieved the king was back.

Before they could say anything, Freya released herself from Ivar's arms, throwing her own arms around Einar's waist, hiding her crying face in his chest, causing the young warrior to release his sword in order to hold her against him.

"Did you protect my daughter and wife, boy?" Ivar asked, not sounding so hostile towards the boy now.

"Not as good as my king would have done, but I tried my best to keep them safe, King Ivar," he answered, respectfully.

But you didn't lose your chance.

"He's being modest... The boy saved my life and our honor," you spoke, soothing your husband's glare towards Einar. "He came into this room with bravery and faced three enemies in order to get us free from their hands and blades. Two of them he killed by himself. One with my help. And to keep Freya's safety and mine, he was disposed to keep on fighting whoever would come through this door, husband." you testified.

Einar lowered his head, touching his nose in your daughter's hair, trying to keep her calm as she was slowly stopping the loud sobs.

"Then, you learned what I taught you," Baldur said, kinda proud, surprising both of you when he turned himself towards his father. "Einar has been training with me and Tyr for some lessons with the sword, father," he said.

"He said he wants to prove you he's a good man... For Freya's hand," Tyr completed, kinda exposing the boy, causing Einar to look at your husband insecure and scared.

"It's not that I believe I'm worthy, I just..." he started trying to justify himself, but Ivar raised his hand causing him to shut and you to prepare your arguments to defend the boy.

But this time, there weren't bad words.

"I would never question the value of a man that offered his chest to protect my most precious treasures. You know you could have died into this room, don't you, boy?" Ivar asked.

To what Einar looked into his eyes, seeming to create the courage to face your husband for the first time.

"My king doesn't fear the death for Valhalla awaits him in the end. Why should I fear if I want to be like him?"

Words that sounded like a huge surprise, causing Ivar's barriers to crumble.

"What did you just say, boy?"

"That I know I'm a farmer, with poor origins and thin blood. And I know I have a long way to prove my value under your eyes, King Ivar. But such as you fought the whole world and proved yourself despite all your obstacles, I want to make me worthy of Freya's love and your trust. I love your daughter, King Ivar. I have been loving her my whole life and I would die for her without a single question if it was necessary to keep her safe."

Baldur smiled, Tyr giggled and you slapped your younger son's shoulder for the sounds, reprehending him like a boy for laughing of another's feelings.

But Ivar looked right into Einar's eyes. Freya was still hidden into his embrace that somehow Einar was managing to sustain longer than you could imagine he would in front of your husband.

"You have strong words. And a fierce heart. You said you want to be like me, so I'll teach you what is missing in your speech, boy."

For a second, you thought once again that Ivar would destroy Einar with his words, but your fears did not become true one more time. Instead, Ivar touched the boy's shoulder with a tight grip.

"Know that you would die for her makes me proud. See that you will fight to live for her makes me relieved. Die for your wife if this is your fate, boy, but love her enough to fight to live for her until your last breath. Did you understand me, son?"

Son...

You and your sons smiled at the sound of that word.

Your husband was accepting Einar as his son-in-law and you knew that in that discrete change on the way Ivar was calling him.

"Yes, my king..." Einar answered, with his eyes shining.

And Ivar sighed. It was easy to see the loyalty and strength into that boy's eyes.

Maybe the gods had permitted that invasion to give the boy the chance you said he should have. And Einar had proven himself to him, despite the fact that Ivar would never admit it with all the words in his mouth. The best he could do was to stop trying to scare the boy to the bones away from his daughter.

But for now, it was time to negotiate details...

"We have to fix this Hall and get rid of the bodies. It will take a while... Tell your father to prepare his guest room... The king's family will dinner at your farm tonight," Ivar spat, draining Einar's color completely before Ivar started walking out of the room.

This time you couldn't avoid smiling as Baldur patted your soon-to-be son-in-law and Tyr giggled jumping the bodies, just like Hvitserk used to do, to follow his father out of the door.

"Tell your mother to make that chicken, brother!” He said before crossing the door starting to speak with Baldur. “Boy, Einar's mother's chicken is the best I ever ate!"

And there was your Tyr, thinking on food despite the fact that the hall around him was made into pieces… You should talk to Ivar about the huge amount of time Tyr was passing with his uncle... But for that moment, you walked towards Einar, caressing your daughter's hair in his embrace.

"Don't worry, child," you said, touching his face. "He likes you... Such as I do. Take care of my princess. I'm sure she's in the best hands," you said, before seeing Freya smiling between her tears towards you.

Maybe the gods had messed things up for a reason. Maybe all the suffering had a purpose. The fact was that Einar would have his place in your husband's Hall and you were satisfied to see your daughter's eyes glowing with love once again.

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The Tempest Temptation: Ch.8 Snippet

Small update on The Tempest Temptation.  Right now it’s fighting me every step of the way and I have no clue when I’m going to get the chapter finished.  Out of This World will probably get an update before this does because it’s like getting blood from a stone.

So, to thank you for your patience, here’s a quick preview of the next chapter.  Enjoy:

“It’s fucking outrageous!” Xanxus howls as he paces in front of his audience in the Estrano labs.  The developers were ignoring him, tinkering at the nearby tables, but Tsuna is watching attentively, sitting backwards in a chair, while Karasu sits in a ridiculously plush armchair, drinking from  a delicate china tea set and grinning like it’s the best entertainment she’s had in years.

Although considering what the last few years have been like, maybe it is.  

“All things considered, you’re getting off lightly Xan” Tsuna argues, and winces as the teen rounds on him.

“No gun range for three weeks, no missions for six, and house keeping detail for a month, adding a day every time I’m rude to some random Trash” he snarls.

“Be grateful I haggled him down to one month” Tsuna argues.  

“Oh please tell me you have to wear a maid’s outfit” Karasu snickers from behind her tea.  

Xanxus ignores her.  “They’re also banning Squalo from the grounds for two months!  Plus everything I made from my last mission goes to the Cavallone as ‘penance.’  I earned that money fair and square!

“He started at a full three months house keeping with docked pay, Squalo away for six, and paying for anger management classes” Tsuna counters.  “Which to be frank, probably should have stayed on the table.”

“I DO NOT NEED ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES!”

Tsuna dropped his head into his arms, and there’s a malicious cackle from Karasu.

“They’re adding a day every time forget your manners?” she comments.  “You’re going to be on cleaning duty until you retire.”

“WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE!” Xanxus screams.

Karasu raises her cup.

“Uh, I live here, Junior.”

Xanxus hisses, and his storm flames start flickering around his hands.  However, the second Tsuna registers the flames, his head jumps up, and flares his own sky flames in reply, shaving off the edge of his ire.

“Xanxus...”

The teen scowls, but Tsuna’s face is stern.

“No. Flames. In. The lab” he reminds him.  “It’s the one rule.”

Karasu on the other hand, is eyeing up the orange flames with interest.  She leans over, pretending to set down her tea cup, while her mist flames join the conversation and slip behind Tsuna.  But before they can do more than brush against the edges of the loose Sky flames, they’ve vanished, locked up behind Tsuna’s scowl.

“Karasu!”

The woman just smiles and picks up her cup.  “If that tone doesn’t work on the kid, it’s certainly not going to work on me.”

Xanxus bites down a snicker at that.  The Mist might have zero sympathy for his situation, but he’d be just the same if the situation was reversed.  When Karasu gets her way and finally harmonises with Tsuna, Xanxus will have no real complaints.  

It certainly doesn’t help his case that his flames seem to be drawn to her.   Whether Tsuna is willing to admit it or not, the mist is carving out a bond piece by miniscule piece and his flames aren’t even trying to protest.

Just then, from the table, one of the Estrano scientists pipes up-

“Um, the prototype’s ready if you are?”

Xanxus immediately abandons his argument, rushing to the table, while the older duo follows with less enthusiasm.  He’s been waiting far too long for this.

To take on Tyr, Xanxus needs to step up.  He has no qualms about his physical ability, but it’s about time he finally committed to a weapon.  That it would be a firearm was never a question, but he wants something a little more personal.

Over the last few weeks, he often got lost in his mind, talking out loud to the walls as he tries to explain how he wants the guns to function, only to find Tsuna has entered the room at some point and pulled up a chair to listen.  There’s always this sappy, wistful look on his face when he does it too, which is annoying, because it means he’s doing something Tsuna thinks is adorable, and Xanxus has never been adorable in his life.

His Sky never offers input on the designs though, happy to act as a sounding board without adding an opinion.  The man admits he’s never been the type to care how something works as long as it does – his gloves had all but been handed to him and he never bothered to learn exactly how they worked.  He knows just enough to know when to shut up – and pointed Xanxus in the direction of the new Estrano division of Vongola, if he wanted to keep his tools secret from the rest of the family.

As it turns out, the Estrano are quite delighted to have a new project that’s less ‘Vongola’ and more ‘one-of-the-men-that-saved-us-from-gruesome-death,’ and already have history with enhancing weapons, so they’re on board with any idea Xanxus has, no matter how crazy it sounds.  

He clearly picked the right team for the job, because the black firearm in his hand is almost perfect.  Solid but lightweight, the handle coated in flame absorbing material in order to channel his flames.  He’ll need to test it out to make sure the aim isn’t off, and can handle the destructive power of his wrath flame before they make the second, but he already wants to take it home.  

Tsuna seems to approve of it too, when he gets a chance to hold it. He brushes the side of the black muzzle in musing, drawing out an X shape.

“Aren’t you going to sign them?” he asks, and Xanxus why the hell he hadn’t thought of that.  

“Damn, that’s perfect” Xanxus chuckles, the creators already jotting down the aesthetic change.  

‘I think I’ll make them red...’

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The Remnant Branches

CH. 2 - Vile Toxic Intent

Part 1: Wanna Start A Massacre?

Tyrian arrives in a place known as The Aerie. He meets a like-minded individual, and begins his journey to appease his Queen across worlds.

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Tyrian woke up, seeing nothing but a cliff in the distance. As he got up, he noticed that he was at the edge of a cliff, which brought a chuckle out of him. One feels most alive when closest to death. Looking around, there were no noticeable features, nothing that would help him in his search. He knew that he should be near some inhabited structure, so he looked over the cliff’s edge.

“Biiiiinnnggoooooo!” he exclaimed when he saw structures built into the cliff faces. Began to run along the cliff’s edge towards the settlement. He hoped they wouldn’t cooperate with him. People who easily cooperated were never any fun to him. Once he was above a platform, he jumped off the cliff’s edge and dug his weapon into the cliffside as he fell down. He landed with a solid thump on the walkway.

The place was windy and cold, and very drab. If the place didn’t look so neat, he would think it was abandoned. Faint whispers almost masked by the wind told him this place definitely had life. He walked over to a nearby house, making sure every one of his footsteps was heard. He had a feeling the people here would be more terrified of a lack of silence. He knocked, one, two, on the door.

“Who’s there? What do you want?” the quivering voice asked.

“Oh, I am but a siiiimple traveler, looking to expand his knowledge of the magics. Would you happen to know where I would be able to do that?” Tyrian  questioned as he leaned in closer towards the door.

“Umm, I- I don’t know man. I hardly ever l-leav-ve my home.”

“Oh that’s a shame. A reeeal shame. How about,” he started as he began to tap the end of his stinger against the door, “we take a little walk. Together. I can show you all sorts of things the world has to offer. Soo many things.” Tyrian could practically feel the man trembling through the door. What he wouldn’t give to see the stranger’s face.

“No! N-no. I’m alright. Maybe ask- ask our chief. He lives in the highest building. He- he might know something.” Tyrian removed his stinger from the door, ending the tapping, and thanked the person. Looking around, he easily found the building. Getting to it would be another matter. The place was a maze of walkways, platforms, and bridges. He realized that this place is what was referred to as The Aerie. A town full of cowardly recluses. Tyrian imagined how he could tear this place to shreds, but knew he had orders to fulfill first.

Instead of trying to navigate the place, he made his way to a walkway directly beneath the chief’s house, and began to scale the cliff face by digging his weapons into the rock. It took more time than he liked, but knew the alternative would have taken more time. Besides he could imagine the man quaking as he heard something unknown climbing the cliff towards his house. With a flip, he landed onto the walkway. With loud footsteps, he walked  towards the door, and knocked, one, two, three.

“Go away! You’re not wanted here!” the voice yelled.

“Now, is that any way to treat a weary traveler?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“Yes. Now go away!”

“But I’m soo tired.” Won't you at least let me rest here? I can show you my wonderful weapons as payment. They slice through my enemies so  beautifully. Or maybe, perhaps, you can tell me about magic. Hearing about it would put my soul at such ease.”

“Go visit that monster in the mines at the entrance. You’ll get what you want there. Begone with you now!”

“Thank you! I’ll be sure to repay your kindness.” He replied with a malicious smile. Now where the fuck is the entrance at? … There! Not too far away was the entrance to What looked to be a cave. From a higher vantage, he could see the path he would have to take. Salem’s reports had no mention of a girl living there. He figured that time had passed since.  As he walked with heavy footsteps, he thought about how the place is perfect for a massacre. The dull surroundings stained with bright red blood would be a beautiful sight.

Years later, some traveler would wander in to find the place full of death, only able to wonder what transpired, and what sort of monster could do such a thing. It brought a smile to his face. Once he reached the cave, he kept on the lookout for the monster. He imagined some hulking, shadowy beast with magic emanating from it. To his left, he saw an opening. In it, sunlight entered, feeding a layer of grass. There is also a small hut with a lone woman resting in the light.

“Rise and shine, Sunshine.” Tyrian whispered in her ear in attempts to scare her awake

“Shut up Tyrann. Can’t you see I’m trying to fucking sleep.” she said groggily turning in her bed. Wasn’t me. You’ve gotta visitor Sunshine. Kaine was all too awake now, and all too aware of the all too familiar, but distinctly separate presence nearby. Quickly, she turned in her bed to bring down a slash of her sword. It was swiftly dodged with maniacal laughter.

“Is that any way to treat a guest, Sunshine? And the name’s Tyrian. Not Tyrann.” he said, balancing on his tail.

“I don’t give a shit. Now get lost or I’ll take your tail, cut it into a million pieces and shove it down your throat.”  she shouted, unleashing an intimidating wave of magic. That’s it Sunshine! There’s the hate I like to see! Show this bitch what happens when you look like the thing that killed your granny! Remember that hate!

“Perfect .” Tyrian said deviously as he unsheathed his weapons. He rushed towards her, firing as he ran. However, the bullets were all blocked by a magical barrier. When he was open, she unleashed a wave of energy that he barely dodged. Now they were in close quarters. She was quick, but Tyrian was quicker, though just barely. It was a thrill! Their weapons clashed, grinding against each other.

“Once I’m done with you, I’ll destroy that little village over there! Every single one of them will scream in agony as I rip them to shreds piece by piece!”

“They can rot in hell for all I care. And you can too shit hole!” With immense power, she sent him flying back, knocking him against a wall and causing him to fall to the ground on his stomach. Before he could even react, she rushed towards him. She stabbed one hand with her right sword and pinned the other down with a foot, causing Tyrian to curse in pain. She removed the sword and stomped on the wounded hand, inciting even more yelps of pain. Tyrian tied to attack with his tail, but it was caught with a single hand.

“I heard you like the sounds of screaming. Well I hope you like your screams too!” she brought down her left sword to cut the tail off, but was stopped just before it could connect. Change of plans Sunshine. This hate is nice and all, but. I'm gonna go have some REAL fun. “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU ROTTEN PIECE OF-”

Darkness swirled around her, and Tyrian could feel the pressure being lifted off his hands. The dark mist moved to the center of the clearing. It began to solidify, and Tyrian could make out the shape of the woman. From the ground, it rose up revealing a shade in Kaine’s form. Tyrian picked himself up as it walked to him. It held out a hand, to which Tyrian refused. It rolled its head, and pointed to the wounded hand. He didn’t have any other choice really, so he held out his hand to the thing. He felt a wave of energy pass through him, sending shivers through him. When he pulled his hand back, it was miraculously healed.

“So, you’re Tyrann?” he asked, still wary.

“Of course I am! And you must be Tyrian.” spoke a voice sharp and rough like glass scrubbed with tough sandpaper. “Tyrann and Tyrian… I think we're gonna do great things together.” Tyrann would have been smiling wickedly if he could. Tyrian recognized that tone. It was then that Tyrian knew he was in the presence of a kindred spirit.

“How about we start with a little massacre? I’ve been dying to end that village the moment I saw it.”

“Now you’re speaking my language! Hey, lets spare a few so they can live to tell the tale! Imagine how much fear will be passed down from generation to generation! Imagine how much hate will be born!” Tyrann could feel the energy within him about to burst. This was the most excited he had been in a long time.

“You’re right, my friend! We are going to do great things together!”

“That day, their maniacal laughter and the screams of family and neighbors was the last thing many people heard. The last things many of them saw are best not described. Though if  you want that description, please refer to the Gestalt timeline, branch REMNANT, sub-branch TYR. Hmm. I’ll be sure to keep a close eye on this sub-branch. The threat of The Flower is miniscule in the Gestalt-Replicant Timelines, but still present. And with a Remnant interloper like this, who knows what the chances really are. Further reports will be incoming shortly. Accord signing off.”

-

“Hmph. Another massacre. Y’know, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen people from different universes get along, but these two… These two get along too well. With their sadistic tendencies, that isn’t a good thing. They only fuel each other’s love for killing. I know our primary function is to record, but there are times when we have to intervene. This may be one of them.”

-

“Ahhhh. That was the most fun I had since yesterday.” Tyrann let out as they walked, clothes drenched in blood. He and Tyrian had just run into a group of shades hiding in an abandoned building. He learned a lot from that slaughter, and knew his queen would be pleasantly pleased at the knowledge he gained. Tyrann found shade’s screams to be delightful. He particularly loved how they pleaded to be spared. He was so grateful he could understand them, and found that killing with a like-minded friend to be such fun. He thanked his goddess that she had given him such a joyous opportunity.

“And unI alfortunately, it’ll be a while before we get to kill anymore of them. Aren’t many shades where we’re going.” Tyrann sighed sadly. “Only just some old machines.”

“Bummer.” Tyrian replied, sharing the other murderer’s lack of enthusiasm. “Where are we going anyways?”

“Some place where you can find the information your queen wants, and where I can see about making a replicant for me.”

“Replicant? Tell me more.”

“Eh.” Tyrann said with a shrug. “I guess I can give you a basic rundown of it all.”

-

“I’ve been running the schematics, and there is a high chance one of them will die at the facility. Machines, androids, betrayal, stray meteor, uhh, what else… oh, yeah, or tripping and falling down a flight of stairs. Personally, my money is on betrayal, but who knows. However, if it comes to that, intervention will be necessary in the event that Tyrann’s death is the outcome. If he dies, so does Kainé, and she is too important to these timelines to die so soon.”

[khrow-shinku]

The Great War S14

D&D 5e Campaign The Great War

Session 14

The party is led back to the inn by Ara and Amari. Ara tells them a bit about what she has found out on the way, about her brother and her mother etc. She also tells them she has someone to introduce them to. Once at the tavern everyone except Ara noticed a cloaked figure in the corner of the tavern. Whenever someone tries to get close to the individual they feel an intense heat that keeps them from getting within 15 feet of the cloaked figure. They then see a little lizard run towards her on the ground and it burns and gets completely incinerated beyond ash the moment it gets within 15 feet of her yet the actual objects of the bar are untouched. Everyone follows Ara on upstairs and takes a seat at the tables in the lounge area of the Inn part of the tavern. It is at this time the cloaked figure from downstairs pops into visibility sitting next to Ara. Ara introduces everyone to her and tells them all that her name is Thefa. The party gets side tracked by asking what all has changed in the world over the past 6 months. Thefa responds informing them that several formally lost land masses have resurfaced and are back on the surface. She tells them about how the country that the race known as lycanborn lives in, along with the entire race has been wiped from the planet, turned into a giant pit of glass. Also a species of fish has gone extinct. Thefa then decides to properly introduce herself to the group. “Hello everyone, my name is Thefa, I am an Ifrit created by the god Slaanesh. I was created for one purpose, watching over, guiding, and protecting the first bloodline. Slaanesh after he rose into godhood his first act was creating a race of succubus and giving them a country to rule over. Ara is the last of that bloodline so it is my sole duty to be at her side. Normally it is done from the shadows and very subtly however M’lady here desires that I be more forthcoming with how I do things so here I am. Also please allow me to apologize for earlier. I am sure you understand given my purpose for existing I’ve learned to be defensive and not let people near.” Ara then boops her head, “What did I tell you about being so formal? Remember to loosen up. These guys are close to me and practically family. You will be spending a lot of time with them so you need to be friendlier and less formal. You are a beautiful female, you need to act like it.” Ara then gets distracted and shows the tattoo she got on her ass cheek and says that both her and Thefa got matching ones. Thefa just blushes and mumbles under her breath how Ara should follow her own advice about acting like a lady. Ara looks puzzled, and Thefa tells her to pull her pants up, it isn’t very becoming of a future queen to be showing her ass in public. Ara laughs and pats Thefa on the head as if she is just being silly but the look on Thefa’s face makes it clear she was not joking. With the introduction over, JJJ says a small prayer for their lycan friends who have perished. Upon doing so a small thimble of liquid appears next to him on the table. JJJ assumes it is from Tyr so he drinks it. After he drinks it his skin begins to peel exposing scales as he feels nubs start to sprout from his back. As JJJ starts screaming in pain, Rin quickly rushes to him and takes his bulky armor off as it appears it is lifting off his back. The nubs slowly form into wings as his legs change shape and he begins to grow a nub above his ass. This nub slowly grows out into a tail. Once his transformation is done, JJJ is now full dragonborn. After these exciting events Rooklus needed a breath of fresh air so he walked outside. Once outside he could smell the nearby disrespect pit and hear the voice of a child screaming for help. He follows the screams and sees a child that fell into the disrespect pit. Rooklus saves the child and takes him to the orphanage. There he is cleaned up and taken in. It also seems the child’s village was destroyed and he was the only survivor. He had been living on his own in the woods a couple miles out of town for some time now. The party then all heads to bed. In the morning the party is awakened to the world shaking. The party quickly gets their stuff together and runs outside to see what is going on. The party follows what seems to be the center of the disturbance and finds a dragon who has no claws jumping up and down trying to dig a hole. The party attempts to talk to the dragon but it just says it is looking for something and doesn’t care if the town gets destroyed in the process. The party then tries to attack the dragon, it puts up an ice wall and a wall of flame up 5 feet further beyond. The party melts its ice wall and turns it into a pond in the crater that the dragon is making and tries to attack it. Amari tries to repair the ground as it looks as though lava is about to bubble through the cracks in it. He succeeds and also lifts out of it a bunch of dragon eggs. The dragon then curls around them and they hatch within a few minutes. The party is in awe of how cute the babies are, except Ara who is mad because the dragon deflected her mental attack back at her earlier. Rin and Tinkerman heal the dragon as they notice it is missing a part of a finger and its claws.  The dragon decides to bestow gifts on a couple of the party members as a thanks for helping her get her eggs even if it was on accident, she was still grateful they stopped attacking and let her and her children be. She breathed her fire gently onto JJJ’s sword turning it into a dragonslayer sword. She then touches Amari’s armor and it turns into a lighter version of scale mail armor. After a while the dragon flies away with its babies leaving behind the egg shells. Tinkerman tries to get M.A.W. to pick them up but for some reason they won’t go in. So tinkerman tries to load it in manually, instead it changes form and wraps itself around tinkerman giving his metallic body a glossy protective clear coat that looks a little like dragon scales and has the properties of scale mail. Everyone else getting curious, starts picking one up. Everyone else one by one gets either their armor or weapon or in some other way gets upgraded by the dragon eggshells, except Ara who is still pouting. Thefa chastises her and tells her to stop being a brat and go pick up one of the 2 that are left. She grumbles and does it, as she does it turns into sexy bikini armor. The final eggshell flies off and smacks Angra in the face who is elsewhere in the city getting more info on his contracts as he has been doing the entire day. (Hey DM was the dragon’s name Zordon? Because these guys look like some fucking mighty humping dragon rangers if I ever seen some and damn do they have some attitudes.) After everyone finishes showing off their new upgrades they head back to the inn to rest for the night.

[warpriest-writings]

Fenrir Unchained (second draft)

Preface:

Darkness, so deep. So hard...hard to breathe. Help me Father! The chains keep me. It was supposed to be a game. It was supposed to be fun. Tyr, I'm sorry, I was just scared. The earth shakes and I know my father suffers, why hasn't Thor saved him? Is Thor okay? Has the battle started without me? Soon they'll come back for me, soon my chains shall be undone. Soon. Soon. Soon.

Chapter 1: In which a wolf is freed.

"Come now, brother." father said," It's good for the boy to have such a healthy appetite."

I munched and crunched through another juicy leg, happy to listen to father and uncle banter back and forth.

"Well err, I am only concerned for the pup's waistline." My uncle said," Not much use for a fat hound, aye?"

"Odin!" Father snapped, then took a moment to gather himself before saying," What of Thor? He just sat down not five minutes ago and has he not already eaten more than the rest of us combined." Loki gestured over to Redbeard, who briefly glanced over as he tore through a rack of ribs.

I waved to the Thunderer, he waved back at me.

"That's different," Odin said," My son is a warrior, the warrior. He needs to keep up his strength if he is to do battle with the enemies of Asgard."

"Then maybe I should become a warrior too." I suggested, but they didn't respond." Maybe I could become a warrior?" I said again.

"Is it safe to leave him here like this?" Thor said in a strange voice.

"He will awaken soon enough." Said Odin, with a strangers voice, also.

"I don't think you understood my question." Father said, and the world grew dark.

My limbs felt like, what was the right way to say It? Fluff, heavy fluff. What, have I melted into the ground? Where am I? I asked myself

I started yawning but it turned into a horrible scream and I felt blood pour out and down my mouth and throat. I lifted my paws at my snout but wolf limbs were useless and I panicked.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I cried out," Someone help me please!" I begged but it came out as garbled wails. Wildly flailing, I smashed against the cave walls as so tried to shake whatever was piercing through my snout loose. Slower than I wanted I began to shift, changing my body into something different, the shape favored by my Father and his adopted kith. The shape of man, standing upright I grasped it in my hands and with all my might I pulled it out, and through it against the wall.

My body was quaking with shock, I dropped to my knees and painfully threw up foamy blood. My fist smashed the rock as I beat it against the cavefloor. I reached up at the wound as I tried to steady my breathing, it already started closing; thankfully. Though I wasn't sure who I was thankful too.

I took a sharp inhale and glanced around to get a good look at my surroundings," Why the fuck am I in a cave!?" And I crushed a rock in my hand. With a sigh and no small amount of morbid curiosity I walked over to the spot where I threw the thing that was impaled through my face.

A sword? I thought, picking up the blade, still wet with my blood. I recognized the design, Aesir.

A growl broke my lips, foolish trickster gods. "Trap Fenrir Lokison, will you?" I said aloud to myself." I shall learn you lot."

I smiled at the weapon," To Asgard."

So thirsty, I growled, then my stomach growled more fiercely than I," Shut up, you." I said," You're how I got into this mess."

Well, only one way out, and I started walking. Knowing I made progress as the air starter smelling fresher and fresher, then for the first time in a millennium I saw the light of the sun. Stepping out of the cave I took a deep satisfied breath.

I trembled," No." That scent on the wind," Why am I on Midgard!?!"

"Heimdall! The Bifrost, Heimdall!" I called out.

Nothing. Still nothing, an insane amount of zero rainbow bridge.

My right eye twitched," Great, Perfect! Midgard!" I picked up a rock and threw it in the air. In my fit I knocked over several trees before shouting to the sky again," I know you can hear me, Coward! Lower the Bifrost!"

In prompt response the rock I threw up stuck me in the head," I am being toyed with." I growled.