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Shut Up & Kiss Me - Thor Odinson x OC

warnings: college au, frat boy thor, friends to lovers, he falls first, jealousy, alcohol and drug use, soft smut, 18+

word count: 9.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1364030736-shut-up-kiss-me-gracie

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“Brother, this is an insane plan and you know it,” Loki rubbed his hand over his brow and rolled his eyes.

Thor tossed the roll of green streamers in his hand up the stairs and over the railing, “What - what plan? This party is for you! I don’t - I don’t know what you mean”

With a satisfied grin, the blonde slid into the living room to double-check the bar set up. Grass skirts, coconuts and brightly colored flowers flowed through the frat house, with bright twinkle lights illuminating the hallways. It was going to be a perfect night.

To celebrate his brother, of course. No other reason.

“Thor, if you wanted to impress this girl, you could have just asked her out like a normal person,” the dark-haired man quipped as he followed his brother through the house.

“This party is for you! We’re excited to have you in our fraternity, let us celebrate that! The fact that the yellow of these flowers compliment Gracie’s blue eyes has nothing to do with anything,” Thor paused, running a hand into his long blonde hair, “I mean, uh, what girl? I don’t even know who you’re talking about”

He watched his brother narrow his eyes at him, his signature smirk settling on his face as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Of course, you don't," he chuckled. "I'm certainly not talking about the girl who could very well take you in beer pong any day of the week. Or the girl who laughs at all of your jokes no matter how ridiculously not funny they are."

Thor swayed back and forth on his legs, looking anywhere but at Loki's face knowing his true intentions had already absolutely been made but determined to hide the fact that he was itching for Gracie to walk through the door. That big, sweet smile on her face with her long brown hair that smelled like cherry blossoms falling down her back.

He knew he had it bad for her. He also knew that his friends, especially his brother, were going to make his life miserable because he just might make a fool of himself, but Thor didn't care.

“She laughs at my jokes because they are funny, brother. It’s you who thinks that they aren’t funny. And what if this whole party had an ulterior motive? I want to see her and be around her. Plus, I just don’t know how to actually ask her out. I choked when I tried to do that, which is why I invited her to the party instead!” Thor hated being this vulnerable, especially around Loki.

Loki studied him, taping his finger against his face. "Then I suppose we should make it a party she never forgets then."

"Aye! I knew you would be excited!" Thor shook his brother by the shoulders, redirecting him into the kitchen where Korg was setting up the drink bar.

"I found it," he held up a pretty bottle of light blue booze that looked like the ocean, "it was the last bottle, unlucky for the little old lady that tried to take it from me. Put up quite the fight."

Thor smiled brightly as he nodded toward Korg. "Yes! You can’t have Jungle Juice without that stuff. It makes everything taste like Kool-aid."

Meanwhile, Loki sighed, very likely thinking he just might want to hole up in his room with a book for the party's duration. "The last time you made that, everyone went streaking down the street, you realize that, right?"

"But that's what makes it more fun!" Thor encouraged, clapping his brother on the shoulders. He walked over to the kitchen counter and began cutting up the fruit that would be going into the cooler for the juice concoction.

As he continued to prep, Thor let his mind wander to the beautiful girl he was hoping would show up tonight. Not that she would ever miss a party, but that small part of him always feared that he would have to go a day without hearing her musical laugh take over his mind, or not get to see the way her eyes lit up when it started raining.

The way her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, covering the small sunflower tattoo that sat on her shoulder blade. It was how he'd gotten his nickname for her. That and the special way she brightened any room she walked into.

"Thor!" A booming voice sounded through the kitchen and pulled the blonde from inside his head.

Shaking his head once, he peered up and grinned when he saw Sam standing in front of him, "Wilson! How's it going, man?" He rounded the counter and slapped his hand into his friends, "DJ booth is set up in the backyard for you! Creative freedom my friend, whatever you want to play to get everyone dancing!"

"Man you know everyone's always dancing when I'm around," he said, puffing up his chest proudly, "I also have a little something for you in the mix so you can make the move on your girl."

Thor felt the heat creep up his cheeks at the comment as Sam wiggled his brows playfully. Clearly, he hadn't been as good at hiding his feelings from his friends as he thought.

"Secret's safe with me, just please do something about that tonight for the love of god."

He smiled and tapped the blonde's shoulder as he made his way through the kitchen. Thor turned quickly shouting in his direction before he made it out the sliding door, "No Marvin Gaye tonight, Wilson!" he shouted.

"Boy everybody loves some Marvin Gaye!" Sam roared back from the backyard swinging his hands up in the air as the others snickered in the kitchen.

Thor was getting nervous. Dancing with her will put him in very close proximity to her. Touching her and smelling that sweet smell that always drove him insane. There was something about her that attracted him to her like a moth to a flame. “Right. Let’s not go there.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Let’s not go where?” Thor turned around and saw Quill with a condescending smile on his face. He didn’t like that smile. For some reason, it made him nervous.

“Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself. Making sure that everything is good for the party. You know, have enough to drink, make sure that the ping pong table is set up for the beer pong tournament later. That sort of thing.” He was rambling now, and he was hoping that Quill didn’t catch on to that.

“Beer pong, you say?” he asks. “I’m great at beer pong. In fact, I can and will kick everyone’s asses.” Thor knew that he was bragging about himself and knew damn well that Quill always did this when he wanted to get his competitive side out to play. He couldn’t have that. He needed this night to go perfectly.

Thor rolled his eyes. He didn't know why Quill always got an invite to his parties, but he did. "I guess we'll have to see how good your skill is later then," he smiled.

Peter grabbed a beer from the cooler and nodded smugly, "Oh you definitely will," and with that, he sauntered off into the forming crowd.

From that point on, the front door of the house didn't close for a second as person after person piled in and the party grew. Thor greeted his friends, smiling at them as they wandered through, clapping him on the shoulder and already telling him what a great party this was. But his eyes never left the front door, just waiting for the pair of blue eyes he'd been longing to see all day.

"Hey man," A familiar voice slung his arm around Thor's neck and pulled his attention away as he focused on the man in front of him, "Thanks for the invite! Pía and I love your parties, but the luau theme for Loki seems a bit strange," Bucky joked.

"Loki loves luau's," Thor chuckled nervously, flickering his eyes back to the door as more people walked in.

Pía giggled and shook her head as she wrapped her arms around Bucky's waist, "No Gracie loves luau’s, I don't think Loki cares at all," she nodded her head towards the wall where the dark hair man was leaning, scanning the crowd with a soft mischievous grin on his lips.

Thor groaned, "Wow P, I thought we were friends."

Bucky chuckled into Pía's hair as he pulled her closer to him and she smiled brightly. "We are you big lug but, so are Gracie and I aaand I already put in some good words for you... though I didn't really have to sell you much."

The brunette winked at Thor and he smiled bashfully. Gracie and Pía were good friends, it was how he was introduced to her in the first place. In a writing class neither of them- or their friends frankly - knew why they were taking but they were still happy to be there and their poems weren't half bad either.

"Just be you T, that's what makes her smile."

Just be you. “Easier said than done, P,” he mumbled, remembering how tongued tied and nervous he got every time he tried to talk to her. “But I’ll try just for you.”

“Good. Now, where-“but Pia’s words muffled into the background as Thor’s vision snapped to the doorway. All of his focus was on the one person that had just come through the door.

She’s here.

Gracie walked through the front door of the house, her brown hair partially pulled back with a flower tucked into it. Her outfit was bright, consisting of a Hawaiian shirt tied into a crop at her waist and a grass skirt, a small sliver of sunkissed skin peeking out between the two.

Thor couldn't make himself look away until Bucky tapped him on the side of the head. "Hey - hi!"

"Hey Thor," Gracie grinned as she sauntered over, doing a quick spin in front of him, "What do you think? Is this on theme?"

Thor's bright eyes travelled over her, and suddenly his mouth felt dry. Everything escaped his mind and he knew that he was just staring at her but the right combination of words wouldn't form on his tongue. The small sliver of sunkissed skin that peeked out between her shirt and the top of her grass skirt captured all of his attention.

"I - you look," Pía nudged his ribs and made him shake his head once, "you look great, very Hawaiian,"

Bucky sighed from beside him, and tried to stifle a laugh, "How about we get you girls a drink?"

With that, he placed a kiss onto Pía's temple, and wrapped his arm around Thor, pulling him away towards the bar, "what the hell was that, man?" he mumbled with a smirk when they were away from the girls.

Thor groaned, tilting his head back as they made their way into the kitchen causing Bucky to laugh again. "Seriously Thor, if you're gonna make any move onto Gracie then you have to actually put a sentence together."

He leaned against the counter, gripping the edge of it as Pia and Gracie made their way through the sea of people stopping every few moments to talk to someone else. His focus was solely on the girl whose smile lit up the entire room and every fibre within him. A small plastic shot glass thumped him directly in the forehead.

"Earth to Thor." Bucky grinned, "Did you even hear a word I said?"

Thor tossed the plastic shot glass back at his friend, "Every time I look at her, I turn into this... giant puddle of Gracie-made Jello. How am I supposed to talk to her?"

Bucky scrunched his face, "that was probably the most disgusting thing I've heard. Gracie made jello?" He shook his head with a quick shudder of his shoulders as the corners of his mouth turned up, "Ask her to play a game. Start there and see where the night takes ya, pal." He handed two cups to Thor, "Talking to a girl you like isn't as scary as it feels."

"Easy for you to say," Thor countered. "You can talk to anyone in this room. Once she actually talks to me I just... clam up," he grumbled. "It sucks."

Bucky's laugh echoed through the kitchen and he shook his head, before pounding back a shot of whiskey, "Man, you remember how long it took me to talk to Pía right? And even then she was the one who barged into my dorm and made me talk," he placed his hand on Thor's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, "now take a shot and go play darts with your girl"

"She's not my girl," Thor mumbled before grabbing the shot from in front of him and swallowing it down. His blue eyes drifted back over to Gracie and a soft smile tugged at his lips as her laugh eclipsed the room. He grabbed two of the jello shots and with a deep breath, headed in her direction.

He could do this.

Thor cleared his throat loudly and interrupted the monologue the girls had managed to get Tony started on, "Sorry to steal Gracie away, but she promised to do a shot with me, and it's time to pay up," he managed to get out with a slight shake in his breath.

"Oh yes of course," Gracie linked her arm with his, making his breath catch in his throat, "Sorry Tony, not that this conversation about nuclear physics isn't riveting but I did promise," She shrugged quickly before pulling Thor across the room.

She tugged his body, though she didn't have to pull him along behind her very hard. Thor would follow her no matter where she went. She lead them towards a corner of the room that wasn't as crowded as the rest before dropping his arm and leaning against the wall behind her. Gracie smiled up at him with a sigh, "You have perfect timing." She cooed.

Thor sucked in a breath, mourning the loss of her warmth against his skin as he shoved out a jello shot toward her. "Tony likes to talk."

She smiled, taking the shot from him. Her fingers brushed against his own forcing his eyes wide at the subtle shock his system felt. "The last thing I wanted to do tonight was listen to him drone on about some other new extravagant project he started. We all know he's going to take over the world with robots, he doesn't have to remind us every five minutes." Gracie laughed holding up her shot. "Ready Thunder?"

“Not at all,” he muttered under his breath but diffused her perplexed expression with a wide grin.

He tapped his shot against hers and then tipped it into his mouth, keeping his eyes on Gracie as she did the same. He coughed and spluttered at the sight of his Sunflower, head thrown back and eyes closed, giving a groan of satisfaction as the sweetness of the jelly hit her tongue.

Her eyes whipped open as she eyed him with concern at his choking.

“You OK there big guy?”

Thor cleared his throat and coughed once more as he nodded. "J-just went down wrong," he answered. Thor wiped his mouth with his hand, hoping there wasn't a mess all over his face. "Did you like that flavor? I... I can get you another one."

Gracie giggled and nodded her head, "I love every flavor, but you know I'm always up for anything," She grinned widely and placed her hand on his bicep, "ANOTHER!" she called, shooting the plastic cup high into the air and watching as it landed perfectly in the garbage bag that hung off the door to the back yard.

Thor's eyes widened and flickered between her and the shot she just made as the crowd erupted into applause and hollers. That's his Sunflower.

"That was incredible!" The blonde grinned at her, grabbing two more from a tray Natasha was holding on her way outside.

"Hey, that was for Clint! If we get him drunk enough he said he'll shoot stuff off someone's head with his bow!" She quipped, furrowing her brow.

"Last time he did that he shot a hole in the side of the house!"

Natasha grinned, stealing the shots right out of Thor's hands, "He promised Loki he'd shoot at the giant tree instead this time." She tossed him a wink before sliding out of the back door.

"That could be interesting," Gracie grinned looping her arm through his, "C'mon big guy, let's get more shots and go see if Clint can shoot a beer can off my head."

Thor followed in the direction that Gracie pulled him like an eager puppy, practically projecting heart eyes at her back as she led them through the room and out into the backyard.

There was a group of people gathered by the largest tree in the yard, whooping encouragement at a grinning Clint, who span in slow circles with his bow raised. He saw Thor over the crowd and pointed his bow at him, waving him over to join them but Thor shook his head with a smile.

They found another tray of jello shots, grape this time, and Gracie picked up two with a whoop.

“Down the hatch!” She almost shouted, jumping with enthusiasm as he matched her energy and downed two shots of his own.

Gracie cheered loudly, managing to distract herself enough that she stumbled and crashed into Thor’s chest, who wrapped a protective arm around her. He thought his heart would explode when she stared up at him and giggled sweetly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Easy there," he said softly, hoping she could hear him. "Let's not get yourself hurt," Thor swore he could see Gracie's cheeks turn pink as she patted both hands against his chest.

"I'm okay!" she hollered over the music. "Do you dance?" she asked, having already forgotten about Clint and his bow. It probably wouldn't have been the best idea anyway.

Thor prayed she couldn’t feel his pounding heart deep in his chest. This was farther than he’d ever imagined actually getting with her, and the way the twinkle lights caught the blue of her iris’ get distracting him from the actual events happening all around them.

“Of - of course, I dance, I’m a great dancer,” he stuttered, his gaze snapping up from her as Sam hollered at him.

Gracie nodded her head towards the crowd of people swaying in the middle of the yard and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers.

“Alright, alright, this next one goes out to our gracious host! Thor Odinson and the fraternity of Gamma Asgard Chi!”

Sweet Child of Mine by Guns n’ Roses blared through the speakers and the wide grin on Gracie’s face told him everything.

She jumped up and down as the words of the song flowed like a melody out of her lips, and Thor could have sworn everything inside of him melted at the sight of his girl singing his favourite song word for word.

Thor grinned watching her, his heart pounding and heat creeping up his neck. His eyes flickered to Sam who tossed him a wink and encouraging nod. Gracie lifted his hand in the air above her as she twirled, laughing with her head tilted back and eyes crinkled with joy. He sucked in a deep breath and began to move with her. She dropped her hand from him, smiling and singing away as she stepped in front of him and swayed with the song.

Gracie stumbled slightly in the grass again and on instinct his hands shot out to her waist, holding her steady. What he didn't expect was for her to lean back into his chest, her hands up in the air and giggled peering over her shoulder up at him. Her eyes twinkled under the light as she mouthed a thank you to him.

The broadest grin in the world spread across his face, making his cheeks ache joyfully. Then, to his utter disbelief, Gracie wrapped one of her arms around the back of his neck and twirled her fingers through strands of his hair. She swayed her hips to the music, rubbing against him, and he swallowed thickly.

He tried to move the lower half of his body away, just a little, but Gracie took her other hand and laced her fingers through his where they rested on her hip and pulled him closer.

Thor took a deep breath before deciding to go with it. He rested his head on her shoulder and swayed his hips with her along with the music. "You're a pretty good dancer," he said into her ear so she could hear him." Across the yard, he could see Peter as he leaned against the house, his eyes locked on Gracie. I don't think so.

"Thor! Gracie!" A chirpy voice sounded through the crowd bringing Thor's attention back to the crowd just as Wanda wrapped her arms around Gracie.

"Hey, you two! Having a good time?" Thor asked as he clapped his hand into Vision’s, with a wide grin.

"Always! You guys do throw the best parties on campus," Wanda complimented, flashing a knowing smile at him as her eyes moved between him and the brunette beside his side, "We won't keep you though, we just wanted to say hi! We'll come find you later!" The redhead grinned, pulling her boyfriend away with her.

Thor shook his head with an awkward laugh and watched them walking away, Wanda mouthing something to him and pointing between the two of them. He watched as she turned her attention back to Vision, wrapping her arms around his neck with a soft smile and placing a kiss on his jawline. It made Thor's heart soar to see his friends finally happy together.

As he spun to grab Gracie once more, he was meant with Quill's cocky smirk and watched as he tried to wrap his arm around Gracie's waist.

"Come on, sweetheart, dance with me!" He cooed, a pout coming to his lips, "You know I'm a better dancer than that meathead!"

"I wouldn't say that," Gracie strained attempting to pull herself from Quill's grip, "ugh Peter you smell like a dive bar."

"Just havin' a good time, beautiful, which clearly you aren't here with this guy." Quill jutted his chin in Thor's direction. Annoyance flooded him as he shoved Quill's shoulder.

"Pretty sure she doesn't want you touching her Quill. Keep your hands to yourself." Thor warned as the idiot in front of him threw up his hands in mock surrender with a snide grin.

He felt Gracie step around him, her fingers tangling into the hem of his shirt, "C'mon let's get something to drink." She pleaded as her eyes flickered from him to Quill.

"Oh don't be like that Gracie girl, come play beer pong with me! If you win I'll give you a prize." Quill winked and licked his lips, making Thor grimace with disgust.

“Ew, no,” Gracie squealed, screwing up her nose and shaking her head.

“C’mon Gracie, unless you’re… chicken?”

Gracie froze mid-turn and Thor could feel Peter’s challenge thrumming through her veins. She trembled as she warred with herself, wanting to ignore the arrogant junior but aching to put him in his place. Thor saw the moment she’d decided and just as she began to turn back he blurted words he’d probably regret later.

“I’ll do it! I mean, I’ll play you at beer pong.”

Quill eyed him with interest. “What are the stakes?”

“I’ll dance with the winner!” Gracie offered, although the grimace she gave told Thor she’d spoken before thinking… again.

“Nice. I’m down,” Quill nodded, making his way over to the beer pong table.

“Come on, Thunder,” Gracie smiled weakly. “You gotta win for me. There’s only one pair of hands I want on my ass tonight when I’m dancing and they sure ain’t Quill’s.”

Thor's eyes widened but his smile broadened. "I'll win for you, Gracie. I have no doubt."

"I'm counting on you, big guy," She winked, taking his hand in hers as they followed Peter back into the dining room.

There was loud cheering flowing through the house and when they entered it became apparent why. Miek and Bruce had taken over the beer pong table and had apparently been beating everyone in the room. With four cups still in front of them, Bruce turned his back to the table and sunk another shot, leaving Steve and Bucky with only one cup left.

"Let's go, Bruce!!" Natasha screamed, nudging her shoulder into Tony.

Stark through his hands in the air and looked up at the ceiling, "Oh come on! He's cheating!"

"Don't be such a sore loser, Stark!" Natasha quipped.

"He's using math to win, that's cheating!"

"Just because you weren't smart enough to figure out the formula, doesn't mean I can't" Bruce shot back with a wide grin.

An echo of "ouus" sounded through the room as Tony shook his head and stormed back outside, leaving them to finish their game. Thor smiled once again and nodded as he watched his friends enjoying themselves, until he felt a small squeeze on his hand, bringing his attention back to the woman beside him.

"You got this right?" Gracie smiled softly.

"I would never let you down," Thor answered softly.

Something akin to pride flickered in her eyes as she flashed him another one of her winning smiles and turned her attention back to the table, cheering with the crowd when Bruce landed his ball in the last cup on Steve and Bucky's side.

"Come on man!" Steve cursed, picking up the cup and chugging it down. Pia wrapped herself around Bucky from behind. His friend's eyes flickered over to him and then down to where his and Gracie's hands were still connected. Pia flashed him a knowing grin as Quill pushed through the group of celebratory high-fives.

"Alright, you losers! Time to give up the table!" He hollered.

"That's not how that works Quill!"

Thor sighed shaking his head, "Let'em have the table boys, I've got some ass to kick." Suddenly confident as he smirked at Quill.

Thor stepped up to Bucky’s side of the table where his friend was already setting up more cups while Pía grabbed some more beer to fill them with.

“Playing for your girl?” Bucky smirked.

“She’s not my…”

“Yeah he is,” Gracie grinned, bouncing on her feet and clapping her hands. “He’s fighting for my honor like a knight in shining armor!”

Thor rubbed his hand down his face as Bucky handed him the ball and then he turned to Quill who’d taken up position at the other end of the table.

Quill smirked and Thor rolled his shoulders and cricked his neck, rolling the ball between his large hands.

“Do you need me to blow on it for luck?” Gracie asked him.

Turning to look at Gracie, Thor swore his mouth was hitting the floor. She'd gotten really bold tonight, but he wasn't complaining in the slightest. "Sure," he told her, putting the ball in front of her. "My beautiful good luck charm."

Her slender fingers wrapped around his wrist carefully bringing his hand closer to her lips. He silently cursed the gods as his gaze met hers and she parted her lips making a soft o shape and blew gently. Gracie's warm breath fanned over his fingers and the chanting around them faded into muffled white noise as he stared at the girl who had been the object of his obsession for months.

She pulled back, letting her hand linger for a moment before giving him an encouraging nod toward the table.

"T-thanks" he stuttered with a lopsided grin finding it hard to peel his gaze away from her.

"Are you two done? Or can we get on to me winning now?" Quill's sharp voice broke the trance he was in as he dragged his eyes to the drunken fool on the other side of the table.

“You gonna blow my balls now too? Fair’s fair,” Quill added with a leer.

“From what I can see you only have one, and even that’s debatable,” Gracie quipped and Thor couldn’t help the snort of laughter that left his lips.

“That’s my girl,” he rumbled, his adoration for his Sunflower overriding his nerves for once.

Or maybe it was the shots.

“Am I?” Gracie asked sweetly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I…I mean…” he blustered.

“Just take the damn shot Odinson,” Quill shouted.

With a growl of frustration, Thor launched the ball towards the other end of the table, fully intending to clobber Quill between the eyeballs with it but it landed squarely in one of the cups.

“Ha! Drink up, Quill!” Thor was surprised he got the first one in. If he continued to focus on trying to hit Quill’s face, maybe, he’d win this thing. And maybe he’d actually get one in between his eyeballs.

“Yes!” Gracie yelled, jumping with excitement. At the other end of the table, Quill groaned in disapproval.

But Thor didn’t even acknowledge Quill or anyone else around them. He just kept looking at Gracie and the smile that lit up her face. He was utterly fucked. Fuck.

“My turn now, Thunder boy,” Quill shouted from the other side of the table. “This is the only one you’ll be able to get.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, Quill? You think I can’t actually beat you in this or is it that you’re scared now?” He volleyed back, gaining confidence.

“No,” Quill said with a mocking smile, “I am not scared. You won’t be able to get another shot because you’ll be too drunk to do it.”

Thor watched as Quill launched a ball and it banked off a cup and onto the table, making Thor chuckle. "Miss!"

"Come on! It's distracting in here!" Quill countered.

Rolling his eyes, Thor picked up the ball and launched it into the air. He smirked as it sank into the second cup. "Two to one."

“You’re doing so good Thor, I knew you would,” Gracie encouraged.

Bucky and Pía shot Thor a pointed look and he rolled his eyes so damn hard that he missed Quill planting a ball into one of his cups.

“Shit,” Thor hissed in frustration, shooting the bet as quickly as he could but landed his next throw squarely in one of Quill’s cups.

“Another hit!” Gracie squealed with excitement, wrapping her hands around Thor’s bicep and squeezing tightly.

Thor focused on the way her hands were, so soft and warm against his skin - and thinking of other places where he wanted both of her hands.

“Thor?” she asked, with a heavy breath.

“Wha-. Oh yes, the game. Sorry, got distracted for a moment.” He got distracted alright.

He chuckled and stepped back as Quill hit in a second shot, making the score even back out. Thor grumbled as he rolled the Ping pong ball in his hand for a few seconds before he took his shot just as Quill bumped the table, causing him to miss. "Hey! That's foul play!"

"What are you talking about?!" Quill shouted back, "You hit the table yourself!!"

Hollers and input sounded from the crowd as they argued about whose fault it was. There was no way Thor was going to lose to Quill because he was a cheater. His blue eyes drifted down to the brunette beside him before looking back up, seeing Clint standing beside the table, closer to Quill's side.

Thor stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled, silencing the room, "Barton, you're closest, what's the call?"

Clint thought for a moment, looking between the two players. He was one of Thor's most honest friends and there was no way the guy everyone referred to as Hawkeye was going to miss any details of the play. He was the best ref they could have asked for.

"Foul on the table, Quill loses a cup and Thor gets the ball back!" Clint concluded, earning a groan and protest from Peter, but with one look from Clint, he knew the decision was final.

The game pressed on almost going cup for cup as the boys played for Gracie's honor. It seemed silly in his mind that this was how he had to prove himself, and he knew deep down that she would never go for someone like Quill, but Thor's competitive spirit surged through his veins, needing to protect his sunflower from the dark rain cloud that was Peter Quill. His cocky attitude somehow always won him the favor of many girls on campus, but not this one. Not his girl.

It came down to Peter having one cup in front of him, while Thor had two. The tension in the room from the crowd that had gathered could have been cut with a knife and a flash of pride rose in Thor's chest. Everyone loved a good competition.

“Son of a bitch!” Thor exclaimed as Peter’s ball hit the rim of the cup and teetered for a moment before plopping into the beer.

Quill proceeded to thrust his hips like he was in a solitary dance-off, jeering loudly at Thor.

The blonde giant looked down at his Sunflower, almost cringing at the desperation in her eyes.

“I’m supposed to dance with you, Thor,” she whispered, and he felt her finger wrap around his.

He didn’t even realise what was happening until it did. Gracie slipped the ball out of his hand and he swore she didn’t even break eye contact with him as she tossed it. It was only the cheers from the crowd and Bucky’s slap to his shoulder that told him she’d landed the shot.

But he didn't care about that or anything else except the woman that was looking back at him with heat in her eyes. "How did you do that?” he asks impressed by his little Sunflower.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Gracie winked up at him, coming closer to him, “Plus, I wasn’t going to let him win because all night I’ve wanted a reason to do this-”

She kissed him. It took him a second for his brain to catch up with what was happening but when he did, he kissed her back. He kissed her like a man starved for water. They moved apart, both of them breathing heavily. But Thor wasn’t done with her. Gaining confidence, he placed his hands on the sides of her neck and kissed her again, bringing her closer to his body.

His hands tangled into her hair, exploring every inch of her skin and it was just as soft if not more than he’d ever dreamed. Tiny flickers of electricity danced from his fingertips, tickling her skin and making her wiggle beneath his touch. The movement only made him want more. The entire party seemed to fall into a hazy thrum, everything was Gracie and nothing else mattered.

“Whoa,” Gracie seemed to breathe out as they pulled apart. “Was that Lightning?” She asked pressing her hand against his around her neck.

“They don’t call me the Prince of Thunder for nothing,” he laughed tucking his face against hers with the brush of his nose.

Thor chuckled, pink dusting his cheeks as he gazed down at Gracie. Everyone roared around them and patted Thor on his back, but he ignored it all. He only had one person on his mind. "Do you want to get away from all of the noise?" he asked, hoping that she'd be able to hear him.

Her bottom lip found a home between her teeth as she looked up at him through thick lashes and nodded her head softly.

Thor leaned down and stole another quick kiss as the tips of his fingers trailed down her arms to find her hands and wrap his fingers into hers. The two of them ignored the "ouu"s that echoed through the crowd as Thor pulled his girl through the house, leading her up the stairs and into his room, thanking the gods that he'd remembered to clean up before the party.

Pulling her into his body and wrapping his hands around his waist, Thor kicked his door shut behind them, shutting out the world so he could focus solely on the beautiful girl in his arms. His fingers teased the small bit of visible skin that peaked out between her shirt and the top of her grass skirt as he leaned down and pressed his lips back to Gracie's.

"Sorry," he whispered, pressing his forehead into hers and rubbing the tips of their noses together, "you have no idea how long I've waited to kiss you,"

“Are you okay? With the kiss, with this, with us. With me dragging you here to my room and away from our friends?” he asked her in a soft voice, thinking of how forward it looked bringing her in here, but he needed the quiet and the privacy of his room to say what he needed to say.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Better than okay.”

“Okay, I’m glad because I have a confession to make,” he prepared himself mentally for what he needed to say. He was ready to just blurt it out before he lost his nerve.

Thor sat on the bed and pulled Gracie down next to him. He shook out his hands and took a deep breath.

“Oh my god, is this that moment when the guy tells the girl he’s been crushing on her for years?!” Gracie gasped, pressing her hands across her mouth in the way she always does when she was trying to joke.

Completely thrown by her interruption Thor just gaped at her. He couldn’t tell if she was excited or disgusted.

“I… well, I mean, if you want it to be?” He mumbled, his face flaming.

“Oh Thunder, look at you, all pink-cheeked and lost for words. You’re adorable.”

Thor admired her, brushing his hand over her face. “I—,” he paused, I can do this he thought to himself. “There was a moment and it sounds cheesy but promise to listen?” he said trying to explain.

“Of course Thor,” she shifted beneath him, ready for his story.

“I was sitting cross legged on the west lawn because professor fury wanted fresh air and it was terribly grey that, I was frustrated with the yarn.” His brows kissed, “but you came down the steps, late for class and the clouds parted letting in the most beautiful streak of light. It highlighted the golden streaks in your hair and the way your eyes sparkle. The string didn’t matter anymore, the gods had shown me everything I ever needed.”

Gracie expression softened as she kissed him gently. “My sweet Prince,” she smiled, “it wasn’t the gods, when you are frustrated or angry the skies are grey, when you are happy and free we see nothing but sun.”

Thors fingers brushed against the sunflower on her shoulder. Thinking about how often it rained when Gracie was near and the answer was never. He swallowed tightly, nervous from his confession. His sunflower watching him with hazy, tipsy eyes.

Thor's blue eyes looked up to meet hers, scanning over her features as that feeling deep inside calmed itself like it always had when Gracie was near. The anxiety and fear melted away, bringing to light the full feeling of what he wanted to tell her. What he'd wanted to tell her for a long time.

"I have had a crush on you, since that day you stumbled in late for class and I saw that bright, magnetic smile for the first time," he whispered, running his tongue along his bottom lip and taking in a shaky breath as he placed his hand on the side of her neck, tangling his fingers into the baby hairs at the back of her neck, "The way your just you without fear, how you laugh at my dumb jokes, but I only make dumb jokes because they make you laugh. I love - seeing you happy. The way your eyes light up when it thunderstorms and the little doodles you draw in notebook instead of listening during class," he breathed out a laugh.

"Thor..." Gracie smiled, placing her hand on his chest with a soft smile, keeping her eyes on him.

Leaning forward, Thor placed his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.

"I think I love you, my beautiful Sunflower," he whispered.

“Oh!” She breathed, her lips close to his. “I’m so relieved.”

“You are?” He asked softly, not wanting to burst what they’d created.

“Yeah I am, because in my first day in macramé, when I was panicking because my alarm hadn’t gone off and I couldn’t find my string, I ran into the seminar room and there was this giant goofball grinning at me. I thought the world had stopped turning, and then you patted the seat next to you and I thought my heart would explode.”

She sniffled a little and Thor pulled back just to check she was alright.

“See!” Gracie exclaimed. “That’s what I mean! You’re always there, making sure I’m alright.”

He shrugged, as if it were no big thing but it was, to her.

“I love you too, Thor.”

Thor smiled feeling like the weight of a thousand worlds has been lifted from his shoulders. He had thought of a thousand and one ways this moment could've gone since that fateful first sight of his sweet girl and he never even thought it'd be with her saying she loved him too. Once more her calm melodic voice had let him see the light amidst whatever grey might be laying beneath his stormy blues, and never wanted to imagine his life without her light again.

He dipped his lips to hers and whispered, "I'm just gonna kiss you now," a bashful chuckle slipping from his lips.

"Don't leave me holding my breath here, lover boy," she smiled, squeezing lightly atop his knee where her hand rested.

Their hands explored each other in new ways, like the landscape had changed in the few short moments they had been alone. Thor's heart was beating a million miles an hour and never before in his life had he been so happy for the adrenaline rush. The party downstairs was muted but the vibrations of the music thrummed up through his bed and into his veins as his lips crashed down on hers.

Kissing her felt like everything all at once. Like his favorite music, the sun first thing in the morning, the way the breeze cooled in the fall. Gracie replaced all of those things.

Thor ran his lips along her jaw as he turned and slowly laid her back onto his bed. “Gracie… can I… can I touch you? Explore you?” He breathed.

A soft whine dripped from her lips and Gracie nodded her head as she arched her back to press into him, bring their bodies closer together. Thor's mind was swimming with every possibility of how this night was going to go, but he relished the moment of having his girl - his sunflower wrapped in his arms.

"I need to hear you say it beautiful," he whispered against her skin, "please"

"Thor kiss me, touch me, show me how much you love me," she breathed out, taking his face in her hands and attaching their lips together.

He tried to stifle the groan that fell from his lips as his tongue found it's way into her mouth. His large hands slid down her body and found the exposed sliver of skin, tracing it with his fingertips and teasing her skin, living in all the sounds that came from deep within her.

“Is this really happening?” She whispered against his ear and Thor couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled up from deep within his chest.

“It really is, Sunflower,” he murmured back, drawing his fingers up her side as their kisses resumed once more.

Gracie giggled at the tickling trail his fingers made but her humour quickly turned to gasps of pleasure as he palmed her breast through her shirt.

“Off,” she insisted, “take it off!”

Thor didn’t have to be told twice. He gently helped her sit up before he removed her top, his lips instantly exploring any bit of skin he could reach.

He moaned, feeling as Gracie ram her fingers beneath his shirt, following the planes of his abs. “Gracie…”

A low chuckle came from deep within his chest as Thor sat up and pulled his dark t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in his dark room. He peered down at the beautiful girl beneath him and shook his head once. A part of him was still in shock that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"Fuck you're beautiful," she giggled, trailing her fingers up his abdomen lightly.

A noise that was a mix between a laugh and a growl escaped him, "I should be saying that to you, my love," he mumbled, leaning down to press light kisses to her stomach, trailing them upwards as he explored every inch of her exposed skin.

“Well you can say that last part again,” Gracie smirked, which quickly turned into a gasp as his lips wrapped around her nipple.

“You mean, my love?” He asked.

“Mmmhmm.”

“I’ll say it until you are tired of hearing it. My love,” he said, pressing kisses between her breasts as he move to tease her other nipple, each kiss punctuated by the words she’d asked to hear.

One hand slid down her torso and he teased his fingers along the waistband of her grass skirt drinking in the soft groans that she made. Feeling bold and self-indulgent, Thor left her breast and trailed his lips up and across to her shoulder. Pausing for a moment, almost in disbelief, he took in her form, the way she looked with eyes closed and head thrown back. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He lowered his head once more, tracing the sunflower on her shoulder with first his lips and then his tongue, earning himself more of her delicious sounds before he kissed his way back up to her mouth and captured her lips in a blistering kiss.

Thor felt as she fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, making him chuckled as he reluctantly pulled away from her mouth.

“Do you need help?” He asked teasingly.

Gracie groaned and laughed, shaking her head as her arms came up and pressed on his shoulders, flipping him over. She settled her legs on either side of his hips and smirked playfully, peering down through her thick lashes.

"Nope, I can do it," she quipped back.

Thor ran his tongue over his bottom lip and watched her work as his hands found purchase on her ribs, she popped the button on his jeans and grinned confidently.

"God Gracie," Thor groaned, moving his hips up and pressing into her so she could feel what she was doing to him.

Gracie hummed, and leaned down, bringing his ear lobe between her teeth, "What do you want, baby boy?"

“You, gods, always you,” he groaned as she ground her hips against his.

Shimmying downwards, she pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs, biting her lip at the sight of his obvious arousal.

“That’s not fair, you’re not…” Thor began to protest but Gracie stopped him.

“I haven’t finished yet,” she grinned, shucking off her skirt, the shorts underneath and her panties, leaving them both naked.

She stared at him for the longest moment, taking in all of him in his golden glory. It was an unfamiliar feeling for Thor, being so vulnerable beneath the one who held his entire heart.

“Get back here Sunflower,” he joked but he knew she’d heard the secret vulnerability behind his words.

He tugged gently on her fingers bringing her back to him. She crawled across him, settling her hips against his. Skin against skin Thor lost control again, his lightning tickling at his fingertips as she kissed his stomach, creating a tender path toward his chest.

“Shit…” Thor’s head dropped to the mattress as he concentrated on the feeling of her hot lips on his skin. “That feels so good,” he murmured quietly, his hands slowly roaming any bit of skin he could reach.

Thor nearly whined when she stopped to say, “I like when you talk to me.”

He pressed his body down into the mattress in any attempt to slow the burning that coiled in the pit of his stomach as she kissed a line up his jaw.

“Don’t go quiet on me big boy,” she laughed, pushing back against him just to draw a ragged moan from his lips.

“What… do you want me to say?” He breathed. Thor held Gracie’s hips as he gently pressed upward, rubbing his cock against her.

“Shit Gracie,” he swore as she rolled her hips against him, sliding his full length between her legs as she crashed down against him for a kiss. “Keep doing that,” he breathed as she broke for air.

“This,” she pushed back against sliding against him causing his whole body to stutter beneath her. He couldn’t believe how good she felt and even in his wildest dreams it compared nothing to this.

“Yes!” He moaned, trying to roll against her as best as he could. “That… a lot more of that.”

Gracie placed her hands on Thor's broad chest and pushed herself up, grinding her hips down into him and allowing a sultry moan to drip from her lips as a playful smirk made an appearance. Gods, she was intoxicating. Thor wanted to mesmerize every inch of her body. Every thought in his head melted away until all that was left was Gracie. Her piercing blue eyes staring down at him and showing him just how much she cared for him.

Blue sparks flashed from his fingertips as he gripped her hips and rolled them over, pulling a giggle from her lips, "I need you sweetheart," he rasped, breathing in her scent as he nipped at her neck, "please,"

"God please," Gracie moaned with a grin, bucking her hips up into him and reaching up to tangle her hands in his hair.

"Anything for you," Thor teased against her lips as he lined them up and slowly pressed himself into her.

She wined as he filled her, stretching her out over him as he gripped her hips and deepened their frenzied kiss. She wiggled and whimpered everytime a little spark licked at her bare skin rolling down over him over and over until Thor couldn't think straight.

As Thor bottomed out, he rested his head against her shoulder. “I’m not hurting you am I?” He asked quietly. It was the last thing that he wanted to do.

Gracie shook her head and breathed deeply, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, "No I'm okay, you can move handsome," She smiled, trailing her hand down his spine to his lower back and pressing in, urging him to keep going.

Taking his time, Thor shifted his hips back slowly before thrusting back into her, moving his lips from hers to press wet kisses down her jaw to find purchase on her neck, "Fuck you feel incredible," he mumbled into his skin as he bucked his hips gently back into hers once more.

A deep groan fell from her mouth as she pressed her head into the mattress and closed her eyes, "I love you, Thor," she breathed, clenching herself around him and moving her hips up to meet his, "Fast baby, please"

He would do anything she asked of him. Thor wrapped his arm around her middle tugging her as close as he could as flipped them around and slid himself back so he was sitting. He helped her wrap her legs tightly around him as he continued to pump up into her, quickening his pace as she raked her nails down his back.

She let her head fall back, her hair cascading down her back over his arm. Moaning as her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest and her legs squeezed him relentlessly.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, pistoning his hips into her willing body.

“Thor! Yes! God, don’t stop baby,” she moaned.

She clenched around him with her pleas, forcing his head to fall forward just to hold out that much longer. He had no plans to stop for as long as he could tempt it.

"Wouldn't dream of it," He groaned burying his face into the crook of her neck, his hand sliding from her waist to the back of her neck as he nibbled on her skin. The sounds of her mewls and whines muffled by the party going on behind his door. He felt her hands roam up his back knotting themselves into his hair and holding him firmly to her skin. Thor wasn't going to complain, he had noticed the heat of his breath casting waves of goosebumps over her skin over the soft pink marks his lips left on her body. A sight that only sent another jolt of warmth straight to his groin.

"Want you," He breathed, "always."

Gracie sobbed out another moan as his length hit that soft spot within her. Her words strained and punctuated with his thrusts as she whispered "Yours--always."

Thor was relentless, thrusting into her with strokes that kept her singing that beautiful tune in his ear. He could feel her body trembling as he tightened his grip, her doing the same in his hair.

“I feel like I’m flying,” she whined, “do the sparks,” she begged and he obliged. Tickling his fingers across her nipples, tiny shocks of lightning licking at the sensitive skin driving her to the edge of bliss.

“You’re so close, sweetheart,” he panted, feeling the lightning crackle at her nerves. “Let go for me, create the perfect storm.”

Thor could feel her cunt fluttering and clenching around him as their sounds mixed together in the sticky air of his room. Sheer bliss took over as he slammed himself into her. With one last clench and a deep moan, he felt her let go, muttering praises under her breath. She buried her face into his neck as stifled a whine as Thor kept up his pace, chasing his own high.

Tumbling over the edge, he spilled out with a ragged moan, peppering soft, wet kisses down her neck and over her shoulder, stopping to pay extra attention to the small sunflower.

"You're perfect, Gracie," Another kiss, "And so beautiful,"

"Holy fuck, baby," she breathed into his ear, kissing where his jaw met his neck, "I love you Thor, so much"

“Say it again,” he begged.

“I,” she kissed his collarbone, “love,” she licked a stripe of sweat from his peck, “you.”

She peered up at him with her last words and the smile on her face nearly broke everything in him. He couldn’t live without that. He couldn’t live without her.

Thor held her close to his chest and slid down the bed, falling back so they were laying together, side by side and a tangled mess of limbs. He pressed his lips to hers in a lingering slow kiss, pulling a soft moan from her.

Gracie pulled back, a seemingly permanent glowy smile plastered to her face that made pride swell in his chest for the simple reason of it being himself that put it there, "I could get used to this." She said softly her fingers tracing the edge of his jawline.

He trailed his own fingertips along her arm, tracing over the leaves on her sunflower tattoo and sparking tiny blue flickers of lightening against her skin. "I hope so," Thor rasped, "because I have no intention on letting you go Sunflower." His gaze met hers through thick lashes, "I love you so much, whenever I see you I feel like the gods made a mistake promising me Thunder when all I wanted was Sunshine."

Gracie only smiled as she looked at him with heavy eyes. “Then I will be all of the sunshine you could ever need, Thunder. Always.”

Thor hummed and tucked Gracie as close to his body as he could, relishing in the feeling of having his girl, his sunflower, finally in his arms. The feeling of her thumping heart against his skin, her sweet vanilla scent coming through on her sticky skin. He didn't want this moment to end.

Reaching up, he brushed his fingers through her dark hair, earning himself a soft smile as Gracie pressed a gentle kiss to his peck, "Whatcha thinking up there big guy?"

"I'm just waiting to see if I wake up, " he mused, chuckling quietly, "this could have been one incredible dream and I'm going to wake up on the front lawn with no pants on, and Natasha taking pictures just to post in Shield's dorms, and you, you ended up dancing with Quill and falling madly in love, and I'm just the sexy naked guy who throws great parties"

Gracie's musical laugh sounded through his room as she sat up, shaking her head at him, "Well I hate to break it to you, but I'm right here, and I'm all yours,"

"Ah that's exactly what dream you would want me to think," He pointed.

"Just shut up and kiss me," Gracie laughed again, leaning down and pressing her lips back to his, smiling into the kiss.

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mushrubes · 1 year

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Always been you

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist |

Requested : no

prompt 20. “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.” + 84. “It’s always been you. It will always be you.”

Pairing : Thor Odinson x (they/them) reader

Type : fluff

Word count : 490

i’m so proud of you!! <3

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“Thor?” Y/n asked, following after him to the outside, gazing at the atmosphere around them. He looked at them to let them know he had heard before turning back. “Do you still...have, you know, feelings? I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me...” Y/n asked quietly, unsure if it was right or not. Thor took a deep breath, turning to them. “I want to feel shitty about you. But you know what...I want to feel shitty about something and I think that’s you.” he explained, Y/n facing him in confusion. “Not really getting it.” they informed, unsure of where this was going. “I want to...my friend, he told me it’s better to feel shitty from losing love than it is to never experience love and feel nothing at all, feel empty and I think he was right. Which is, how I’ve been feeling for a long time and...” he paused, taking a breather. “I’ve pushed people away, kept them at a distance because of the fear of that loss, but I don’t want to do that anymore.” he finished as they nodded, understanding him.

“Better to close off your heart and feel the pain.” they commented, now following along. “That’s what I did, yes I closed off my heart and...and I meditated, do you meditate?” he chuckled, earning a smile and a shake of their head. “It actually made me more angry, but I’m tired of giving myself over to the idea of fate and trying to figure out what the universe wants from me. I want to live in the moment, I want to live like there’s no tomorrow, throw caution to the wind. I want...I want to be with you.” he rambled, Y/n sighing and frowning. They paced around the deck. “No, no, you’re confused Thor. What...what about Jane? I’m not worthy of this, she is.” they asked, glancing in to where Jane stood, laughing with Korg and Valkyrie. “Y/n, Mjolnir chose you, it chose you because you’re worthy, not her. When I first met you, I was unworthy, I was unable to pick up that hammer, but you taught me. There is no greater purpose than to help those in need. You made me worthy. It’s always been you and it will always be you.” he confessed, holding their hands in his.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked, Y/n humming and rubbing their thumbs up and down his hands. “Still scared. How are you feeling?” they asked back, looking up at him. “Shitty.” he responded, a grin on his face as they stared into each other’s eyes. “How shitty?” they repeated, butterflies swooning their stomach. “Really shitty.” he answered, leaning in and connecting his lips with his. The kiss was passionate but meaningful, their bond still as strong as ever. Fireworks going off for both of them, a blush settling on both their faces as they pulled apart.

“I love you always, y/n.”

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literaryavenger · 1 month

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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lokisgoodgirl · 9 months

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Mischievous Creatures [Brodinsons]

Part of the Brother Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: A grumpy Loki is forced to pet-sit by Thor, and an unexpected friendship blossoms. (w/c 1.8k) Warnings: Fluffy bro-stuff. Generic dog description, runs on the small side. Mild peril.

Loki grimaced, gritting his teeth. His eyes squeezed shut while a hand flew up against the assault of intrusive sunlight. “Brother,” he hissed, groaning against the pillow. “Must you continually be such a harbinger of accursed agitation upon my-”

“-Ahhhhh!”

Thor released an infuriatingly cheerful sigh. His arms were spread, holding the curtains wide. “Tis’ a joyus day in this realm, brother. Can you smell it?”

Loki frowned, squinting towards the silhouette. “The window is closed, you cretin.”

Thor chuckled. “One does not require an open window to smell joy, brother. Indeed, it is all around.” He turned, the aura of confidence in that garish smile making Loki’s blood run cold. “Some may say...in this very apartment.”

Loki’s frown deepened. It was always concerning when his brother attempted to be coy. “What?!” he barked, suddenly aware of how dry his throat was. Truly, had the monstrosity of muscle woken him before nine? “We have a guest,” Thor cheered, “and I require my brother’s aid.” He paced several strides to the bed, swinging crotch coming alarmingly close to Loki’s face. Two meaty hands rested on his hips, fingers drumming lightly against thick sweats. He swayed back and forth expectantly. This was not a sight Loki wished to see before breakfast.

He pulled the duvet over his head, muttering curses before the sheet was ripped from his grasp. He stiffened, an unexpected chill making his body clench while his brother’s laugh ripped through the air. “Come, they’re waiting,” was all he managed to say, before there was a loud yelp from the living room.

“So this is a dog?”

Loki observed the creature with suspicion as it snuffled against the hardwood floor.

It had been going about its business for around twenty seconds now, paying no reverence or respect to the legendary beings in its presence. Loki’s scepticism grew. He was suddenly glad he’d worn his leathers. “Yes! And I broke up some biscuits your lady gave me on the floor for it to seek while I roused you. Charming, isn’t it?” Thor spoke quickly, and with an undeniable awe. The dog looked up expectantly, tail quivering. “I have no lady,” Loki griped, casting his gaze around the living room. A cushion from the immaculately arranged sofa had been rudely upended to the floor. Loki's eyes narrowed as Thor made his way obliviously to the breakfast bar. “Be that as it may,” the blonde said brightly, “this is the companion she speaks so often of.” Loki watched as the small creature trotted to Thor’s feet, looking up at him. Its tail was doing that thing again. “This is the rival for my affections which takes up so much of her time? I’m insulted,” he muttered. The dog’s paws tippy-tapped from side to side, impatient for whatever was in the bag Thor had begun rustling. Against his better judgement, Loki felt the side of his mouth twitch. He cleared his throat. “So. Why is it here, and what are we supposed to do with it?”

Thor scoffed, shaking his head with a smile.

Loki didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all.

“Your lady- apologies, not your lady; has been called on an unexpected mission, shouldn’t take long – usual sort of thing." Thor glanced to his brother, glee in his eyes before bending forward with his hands on his knees. "I volunteered to ensure the safety of this treasure of the realm in her absence. Yes I did! Didn’t I?! Yes I did!” The pitch of Thor’s voice traced higher with every syllable. Loki was horrified. It descended into mumbling saccharine inanities at the excitable being shuffling below him, which let out a small a-woo. “‘Treasure of the realm’, please...” Loki scathed as he sidled over to the sofa. He had been sure to give the unfamiliar being a wide berth. Who knew what it’s intentions were. It was, after all, a stranger.

His breath hitched as it suddenly looked in his direction, the flash of a tiny pink tongue taking him by surprise.

He had the sudden urge to call to it, to feel the rest of it’s delicate triangular face in his hands. Perhaps, even, to stroke it. He thought it might feel soothing.

With unnecessary gravitas, Thor produced a beleaguered looking plush animal from a small bag resting on the counter. It was pink and mint and blue; splotches dotted on a crusted physique. Loki thought it had seen a few battles of its own.

“Oh for heavens sake, what is that?” he groused as Thor began to shake it aimlessly in the air. The dog leapt up on it’s back legs, dancing excitedly. “Tis a llama, brother,” Thor chided with authority, “obviously.” “A llama?” Loki frowned. Thor shrugged. “I know not. But that is how your lady referred to it. The little thing is rather attached to it, apparently. I thought it best not to question further.”

Both brothers nodded in silent understanding while the creature began to chirp, bouncing in comical circles. Its front paws waved in the air, the soft underbelly looking undeniably tender and scritchable. “Well... throw it then,” Loki huffed with feigned impatience. He rested his chin on his palm. He would admit, reluctantly, that he was beginning to mildly enjoy this. In a ridiculous sort of way. Thor’s eyebrows rose. “Excellent idea, brother” he said, before lobbing the llama forth at full force across the room. Loki’s eyes widened. “Brother, no-” The dog followed its lightening fast arc, legs sliding out behind it on the floor in haste. Loki braced against the arm of the sofa as the plasterboard-covered wall exploded with an almighty crack. The stuffed toy may as well have been a cannonball. A huge mist of dust immediately flooded the living room, chunks falling from the wall.

“Protect the small thing,” Thor bellowed.

Without hesitation, Loki sprung from the sofa, caging the little dog in mid-pursuit beneath his torso. Debris hit him like a wave, white mass covering dark curls falling around his face. There was a frightened whimper beneath him, something solid smacking against his thighs with a heavy thump. His heart was thundering as the carnage settled. She will never forgive me, Loki thought with horror. He peered between his forearms to the dark cave his body had created.

There was silence.

“Does it live, brother?” Thor rasped, his choking voice panicked. Loki registered pacing footsteps hovering around him in a cloud of dust, regretful muttering and coughing peppering the air. His stomach dropped.

He could barely bring himself to look. So fragile, these mortals. Their familiars even more so, surely. Suddenly, something moist and round surfaced from the darkness and poked him straight in the eye.

“Gargh!” Loki spluttered, before the breath was stolen from him. He fell forward, forehead hitting the floor while an agile tongue delved deep into one exposed nostril. An assassin, after all. Loki rolled to the side, freeing the wild creature. “It lives!” Thor whooped ecstatically. But the moment was lost on Loki.

The ball of fur and limbs and squiggling was upon him, crawling like a demon of Muspelheim across his person. The thing was liquid. It placed its front legs on his chest, perfecting a position of strength while a deceptively long tongue continued the assault of his face. “Desist!” he spluttered, searching for purchase on its lithe, fluff-laden frame. And yet, the incorrigible creature could not be swayed.

The softness of the bacon-like protrusion tickled violently, but somehow...Loki found himself unable to catch his breath from the laughter shaking his chest. It ravaged his cheeks, his mouth, his nostrils - all in whirling succession with no obvious tactical rhythm. “Brother, make it stop-” Loki gasped unconvincingly, hooking his thumbs beneath the dog’s little underarms. His laughter, Loki surmised, acted only to encourage the creature. And yet, he could not collect himself. “Alas, brother I must attempt to retrieve the valiant llama from the rubble,” Thor chuckled, biting his lip at his sibling strewn across the floor. With a resolute grunt, Loki hoisted the creature in the air above him. It squirmed, wriggling all four legs erratically. Its rotund bottom was positively vibrating with excitement. “Look, brother...it flies,” Loki grinned. The dog’s mouth was open in a smile, aimless tongue licking the air. Still in search of his skin no doubt. The god sat up, drawing the squiggling bundle to his chest. It settled, the cup of his hand under its rear and the other snug to its barrelled chest seeming to calm it. Loki smoothed its whiskers, brushing a crumb of plasterboard from the tufts of its snout. He searched its eyes, deep brown pools bubbling and sparkling with life. And with mischief, he thought. Loki smiled. Without knowing why, he placed a tentative kiss on its upturned nose. It was fresh, and cool. The richest black. And somehow, Loki knew those were good things.

The dog’s tongue flicked out once more; a soft, solitary lick to the tip of his own nose reciprocating the sentiment. He felt unfamiliar warmth blossom in his belly, drawing the precious bundle closer to his chest. “I am glad you are well, friend” he murmured. “I can only apologise for my oaf of a-” “-brother! Success!” Thor cheered, holding the resurrected llama aloft like a battle trophy. If it looked beleaguered before, now it was tragic. The plushie was completely white, stuffing protruding from its head like a fatal war wound. He paced victoriously across the floor, holding it out to the dog nestled in his brother’s arms. Loki could swear the creature rolled its eyes.

“Do not presume to return its prize possession in such a vile state, brother,” Loki hissed. He dropped his gaze to the bright eyes gazing lovingly into his own. “Never fear small thing, Uncle Loki shall amend this abomination.” he cooed. Circling a finger, Loki enjoyed the perk of the dog's ears as the llama glowed green. In moments, its garish pastel glory was restored. “The crusted biological coating is gone too, brother…” Thor mumbled sceptically, inspecting it. “Was that important?” Loki jiggled the squishy package in his arms. Its front paws bounced. “Methinks that was enthusiasm from historical play; perhaps we should begin to restore it,” he chuckled, as the dog began to squirm with excitement once again. Loki tickled its belly. Thor frowned. “Do not get too attached, brother” he warned, “remember that this one is claimed. And by whom.” Loki rolled his eyes. “I am aware of that, brother” he snarked, before bending to carefully lower all four paws to the ground. He straightened. “But clearly the creature and I have an affinity. It cannot be denied.” Thor folded his arms, and Loki did the same. They watched in silence as the fluffy tornado fell upon the llama, beginning to prance in a parading circle around them. It dotted easily between the chunks of plasterboard, the plushie snug within tiny jaws.

Thor cleared his throat. “It is my belief” he began knowledgeably, “that the creatures have developed ways to trick mortals in favouring them. They are provided shelter, comfort, snacks and the like in return for being…” he gestured open handed to the floor, “thus.” Two sets of eyes assessed the inexplicable sight before them, rolling on its back with four wriggling paws flapping at strange angles. “Is that so…” Loki mused, smile widening as he lowered to his haunches. The dog flipped to stand, nails scratching against the floor in a race to meet him. That little bottom shifted side to side, overcome with indescribable joy at their friend’s return to the lower level. The llama bonked against Loki's knee, a helicopter-esque tail making his heart soar.

He gripped the llama’s sides, tugging gently before pulling it flush against his chest. The cheeky growl in the dog’s throat made him chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss to its forehead. “How mischievous,” he whispered, smiling conspiratorially against the tousled fur.

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Shine

Pairing: Thor Odinson x asgardian! female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1820 words

Outline: The grandmaster grants you the best prize in Sakaar. But does he want to be your prize?

Warnings: feather play, fingering, penetrative vaginal sex, oral (f! receiving), face riding, power play, praise kink, rough play, size kink, the reader has golden tattoos.

Author’s Note: Requested by @mercurial-make-em-ups here. Set during Thor's time in Sakaar. Thanks to @heygoodgirly for choosing the positions for me :) Was tons of fun to write!

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Thor Odinson Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“Look at you, my shiny prize all ready for me, who would have thought?”

You smirk as you walk inside the vast room, your heels clicking on the floor making your way to him. Thor Odinson, the famous Asgardian prince who has now fallen of grace here, only for you, in Sakaar.

You were wearing a golden wrap dress, opting for no underwear since there was truly only one thing you wanted from this night. The grandmaster was kind enough to grant you a whole night with the prince making him your precious champion and prize.

You were a powerful rich woman, self-made, thrice a widow and you had been living close by to this planet for a while now, long before the destruction of Asgard. Yet you never had the pleasure to meet Thor before.

Thor is sitting on the bed, his arms and legs crossed looking at you. Somehow he looked much more handsome with the short hair and his eye patch, something raggedy, rough, and far more human. He was hard to resist and he was everything you ever wanted.

“I’m all yours my lady.” He smiles softly and gestures for you to sit. You shake your head at his reaction and move closer to him.

“Do you know what I want from you?”

“Oh, I know. I know very well.”

“Good. Very good. And would you do anything I ask of you?”

“Anything for you, my lady.”

“Start with your armor. I wanna see you.”

You look at him to just see how obedient he could be and you watch him as he carefully disposes of all of his clothes. Starting from the breastplate and going to the heavy pants and then he seemingly teases you as he is taking off his underwear. Your mouth hangs open at the sight of his cock. Enormous, girthy, and ever so veiny. You salivate at the thought and the sight as he sits back in the bed with a smirk on his face. Oh, he knew the effect he had on you, on any woman really.

It almost made you wonder who was truly in control.

You place a finger in your hair, tied to a loose bun, and by pulling off a golden feather you set them free and loose, holding the feather. Then you bring it to his body, dragging it slowly from his inner thighs to his chest, and watch him as he breathes in and out at your actions.

Thor looked so beautiful, all naked illuminated by the night lights coming in from the bedroom window. You move the feather across his cock, which is now getting twitchy for you, growing bigger and bigger. It makes your heart beat faster knowing you can tease him like that.

After a few more minutes of teasing him with the feather, you set it aside and climb on the bed. You pull another feather that’s on your side, holding the golden fabric together, and allow him to watch your body bare and naked just for him. Your chest was covered in different golden scribblings, phrases, and mantras from the celestials and the ancient ones.

“Is that..” Thor reaches out curiously with his hand but you only push it away. You settle on the other end of the bed with your legs open and he watches you with his mouth hanging open. He can’t figure out what you want.

“Write.” You smirk. “Write what you can read on me.” Thor’s eyes open wide and he reaches for the papyrus by his bedside table, picking it up alongside the feather and ink.

“Right here.” You gesture to him, to the area between your bare legs, and watch him as he obediently, lays on his stomach placing the papyrus very close to your pussy. With the end of the feather, he could touch your pussy, teasing you as well.

He stares at your body and touches you with his fingertips when he needs to look at the different words and symbols. Every time he writes down the right sentence, you compliment him with a smile and a “good boy”. Thor is fascinated by you and that makes you feel incredibly happy.

Your fingers are on his cheek softly caressing him as he scribbles looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes. He drags the top of the feather against your pussy lips with an innocent move as your pussy begins to wet.

“You want help with that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“You seem like a very hungry boy.”

“Oh, I am.”

He puts the feather down and hands you the papyrus before placing his hands on your thighs and his tongue on your pussy.

You are reading the content of the papyrus to him as his tongue works on you. He starts with the flat of his tongue dragging it up and down, tasting your sweet juices, followed by teasing your clit with the tip of your tongue, circling it around.

You can’t help but moan between words, trying hard not to grab his hair and force-feed him your pussy. You are curious about what he likes to do and he is also curious about what you like.

He continues though more forcefully dragging and working his tongue and his lips on your pussy, alternating between soft kisses too long licks. Then he adds a scissored finger, followed by another one, stretching you open. You drop the paper off your hands and grip his head while you start to move your pussy against his face. You couldn’t resist it anymore.

He smirks at your reaction and lets you ride his face however you like, pressing and pressing your pussy against his face, him holding you by your thighs wrapping his hands around them.

“Thor, fuck me, please!” You plead out as your orgasm hits you, causing his beard to drench in your juices.

Your body is trembling but you want more, so much more…

Thor lets go of your pussy sitting back against the bed frame and pulling you alongside him. Your legs on his legs, sitting in his embrace. It felt incredibly romantic given the circumstances and you knew that Thor wanted this as much as you did. He grabs your legs and brings them closer to him before gripping you on the hips.

You quickly realize what he wants to do, as he pushes his cockhead inside you and settles your legs on his shoulders.

He already makes you feel so full. His hands move to your ass and he grabs it as he slowly moves his cock inside your pussy, looking down to watch as you easily swallow him in.

“You ever gotten fucked by a fat cock before?” He asks you and his breath feels hot against your face. Your lean your body backward, shoving your breasts at his face as his cock is stretching you out, making it hard for you to reply.

“With the way you moan, I know it’s been a while.” He chuckles and gradually sets a pace, that lets him move his cock further and further inside you until he hits your g-spot. It fills glorious like your tightness is swallowing his cock whole like his cock was meant to fuck you like that.

The position eased him very well, to look at you and fuck you deeply. Exactly how he always liked it.

He continues, for as long as he likes, watching you moan and try to fuck yourself back to him whenever he stops for a break.

“Can’t seem to want to spend one moment unfucked?”

“Is…only one night…” You mewl, staring at him.

“Then you need a break or several, trust me. I’ve seen girls break their backs before on my cock and is not funny. Imagine your body hurting so much you can no longer take me.” He raises an eyebrow, almost scolding you. “We wouldn’t want that to happen, do we?”

You pout at him, you were supposed to be in control but you know he is right. He carefully slips out his cock as he is kissing your neck and shoulders, easing your legs down and massaging your muscles.

After a few more moments, he lays you down, turning you to your side and pulling you close to him, he kisses your face sweetly before seemingly getting up from the bed. You settle your weight on your hand as you watch him, stand close to the edge of the bed, and rub his cock a few times.

Then his attention returns to you, he moves his palm against your pussy and you rise up your legs to which he tells you no. “Keep 'em closed. I want you tight for me.”

Then Thor enters you again, pushing his cockhead against your pussy lips from the back, straddling your body.

You knew what Thor liked for sure. Deep ass penetration. That one thing was for sure. He does the same as before resting both of his hands on your body and pushing his cock inside you.

The twisted angle from this position feels so good, it allows Thor’s cock to hit you deep and fill you up exactly how he likes. He goes slowly thrusting gently almost romantically until he is sure you have rested a little and then he sets a brutal pace.

Now the room is filled with the sound of slapping skin on skin, your wetness dripping on the sheets on the bed as he fucks you like he wants to own you.

He grunts as he does so. You were keeping your legs so tightly together for him, giving a firm hold on his fat cock, almost struggling to keep your body up, glancing to look at his concentrated face, fucking your pussy like that.

He is brutal and fast and rough and you can’t help but beg him to cum inside you, but he only laughs at you.

“You know I’m the god of fertility, right?” He stops his movements and slips his cock out of your hole grunting for the last time about the tightness.

“Come here, open your mouth.” You obey, hopping around quickly like a bunny, hanging your mouth open and your tongue just for him.

And with a couple more strokes he shoots his load inside your mouth and it feels so warm and so good. Watching this specimen of men holding his fat cock with his huge arm, his eyes lightening up with his cum. What an image.

When he pushes you back down on the bed and towers your body with his shoving his cock back to your pussy, you don’t protest, you only let him show you well and thoroughly that he can fuck a lady.

That’s truly what you wanted anyway. And perhaps you make plans to keep the grandmaster happy with various gifts to potentially keep Thor as your own champion…

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marvel

bucky barnes numero dos

steve rogers

peter parker

matt murdock

moon knight

loki

for all time always by @anundyingfidelity

-Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.

from the void with love by @whirlybirbs

the heart heals in mysterious ways by @thighs-of-betrayal-blog

i know the end by @imaginedisish

-Thor and Tony tease Loki about never being able to find love. That’s not true, as far as you’re concerned, especially given your feelings for Loki. Except there’s one issue: He doesn’t know about them, at least not yet.

thor

shock delight by @lay-z

-After spending a blissful night with Thor, you have to face your bitter reality eventually.

ride the lightning by @wint3r-h3art

- they say lightning never strikes twice. thor begs to differ.

johnny storm

aftershocks by @mypoisonedvine

-the fantastic four and the brotherhood of mutants are opposing forces in a war. that should be enough to keep you away from him… but it isn’t.

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thefiery-phoenix · 26 days

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YANDERE THOR HEADCANONS

Thor won't make it certain to ANYONE that he's a yandere at first. And heck, even HE won't have a clue that he's a yandere or not. He likes showing off a little when he's around you and putting impressive thunderstorms and challenging people to life the Mjolnir and that sort of thing to prove he's worthy for you. He's like a little puppy always wanting some form of attention from his beloved. He is clingy no doubt about that always wanting you to notice him and if you don't well... he's going to go around sulking and grumping and maybe causing thunder storms on poor unsuspecting people

He isn't shy for wanting affection from you that's for sure. When he wants something, he will get it. Thor's way of affection isn't that creepy or weird. People might think you're really good friends or something. He loves being close to you and always wants to be with you when you go for missions or something. And even if you're not an Avenger, he just likes being around you. Any sort of physical contact between you both like hugs and hand holding is more than okay for him, his heart will literally be leaping till the moon

He likes seeing you laugh but will get jealous if you direct your beautiful smile and laughs at other people instead of him. So, he'll always have some corny or cheesy dad jokes prepared mentally so he can make you laugh and feel good about it. Man here can be really creative about his jokes, they can range from hilarious ones to cheesy ones to dad jokes and puns and the most weirdest and bizarre jokes you've ever heard in your life. You'll love spending time with him since he makes you feel... warm and nice and also he makes you laugh

Now, he's really protective of the people he cares about and when it comes to you, he OVER protective. He'll always look out for you and will just wave his hand dismissively when you tell him you're more than capable of taking care of yourself. As strong and powerful as you may be, Thor here sees you as a gentle delicate precious flower that needs to be protected at all times. He'll first tell you to look carefully at the road while you're crossing and make sure you don't stay out till late in the night and stuff like that. Till he starts poking his nose into your personal life and matters

Despite his friendly nature and attitude, he ain't one to take shit from anyone, and when someone tries targeting you for something, he'll get pissed. He's one of the most powerful Avengers on the team and he isn't afraid to put his strength and his hammer to good use if someone decides to mess with you since your safety is of UTMOST importance to him

Thor isn't aggressive he just appears to be because of his height and intimidating personality but deep down he's a literal cinnamon roll and a cuddly bear. With issues that is

Loki may or may not tease him for his obsession of you from time to time just to get reactions from him

He'll take you to Asgard soon after his crush deepens even more and then he decides that he needs you to be with him and tell you you'll be the perfect king/ queen of Asgard with him. He will be incredibly sweet, caring and gentle towards you. He knows he can overpower you in literally less than a second but he prefers to tone down the aggression with you since he doesn't want you to be scared of him. His poor heart will shatter if you become scared or nervous around him. He is the literal incarnation of the devil when it comes to others and he isn't scared to get his hands dirty if anyone tries taking you away from him and he'll make that crystal clear. Anyone who even looks at you for a second longer will have his hammer at their neck and he doesn't care of they're a guy or girl

He will shower you with presents and gifts if you're good with him and he'll give you jewelry and things like that. He just wants some love and affection from you so please give it to him. He will give you whatever you ask for, books, music whatever it is. You ask, you get. In the blink of an eye

He won't like it too much if you hang out with Loki than him and he needs constant reassurance from you that you won't leave him or he'll get sad and grumpy. When it comes to punishments, he'll just hold you and ask you if what he's doing for you isn't good enough, if he isn't good enough for you. He's a damn good manipulator, that's for sure. He doesn't like yelling at you or raising his hands at you since that's no way to treat his beloved and he frowns upon any sort or form of violence if he has to deal with you when you're being bad. If you get on his nerves by yelling at him, he'll just lock you up in a room till you're ready to say sorry and calm down

As a yandere, Thor is pretty tame and gentle when it comes down to you. As long as you're by his side and tell him you love him, things will be better for you, him and everyone else around you

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mvltisstuff · 9 months

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for whom the bell tolls - p.p

summary: y/n can’t help but take revenge on the person who ruined her childhood. as hard as peter tries, he nor the avengers can stop her.

peter parker x reader

a/n: i rewatched infinity war today so i was in an mcu mood yk :)) i also used a villain name generator so that’s why his names a little funky 😭 ALSO i kinda imagined y/n’s powers kinda like thenas cosmic energy weapons in eternals!!

y/n has had nothing but fury for one man her whole life. the man who lay her mothers body in front of her as she watched her life crumble before her eyes. her home was destroyed, along with her regular childhood.

she was just a normal kid. she played outside with friends on the playground. she talked to them during lunch in school. she came home and spent time with her parents. she hadn’t even hit the third grade before it was turned upside down.

y/n hadn’t seen this excuse of a person since her parents were murdered before her. he never produced the fighters himself, leaving it to his own workers. she remembers the exact face summoning her away and placing her into doom. the experiments were run, and she was forced into isolation from her peers in the world.

nightsiege had been behind the whole matter, the mastermind. he was able to capture y/n at the perfect time, training her to become one of his own army with combat skills and using her own powers.

y/n was fully aware of the life she was missing. she watched the world around her as she could never escape the nightmare. she was supposed to be top of her class, but she was top product of the nightsiege’s manipulation instead.

it wasn’t until the base was invaded by the avengers when receiving their own threat, easily being able to demolish the sources. y/n stood out immensely. she wasn’t running for cover, she was fighting for herself. the team knew she needed help, but they also knew she had too much potential to be a hero. so, they took her back to the compound. they trained her properly in new york, trying to undo some of the trauma impended on her from the siege corporations. pretty soon, she was enrolled into school, easily meshing in educationally but socially was another story.

being completely shut out from the world sets you back. she was awkward, but a sweet soul. she just wanted friends, and the adorable boy came over to her with his friend to sit with her. peter knew what it was like to be an outcast. of course, not the same way y/n was, but he was a friend. yeah, tony had told him to be nice to her, but it meshed into more. she became a true functioning person in society because of peter. he guided her through life, teaching her about things she missed when she was being experimented on. she held him dearly, having nothing but admiration for him. he never once stepped away from her side. he listened to all of her stories, and spent time with her out of school. he became her person, her safe space. peter knows what it’s like to have a responsibility that you didn’t ask for.

peter was completely mesmerized by her abilities, making swords and shields from her bare hands. her defense was incredible, and peter became better from her. y/n opened peters eyes more than by just training. he came to terms that you can do a lot with a little. it doesn’t matter what your background is, because anyone has to power to rescue someone else.

peter vividly remembers the day he asked her out. he was shaking like a leaf all day, may almost having to sedate him. he didn’t want to overstep on her growth, taking note on how far she’s come. he couldn’t hold it in anymore. it felt like something was holding them apart from growing up together, and he needed to say something before it all turned to rust. she eased him quickly, calming all his anxieties with just one kiss.

they spent every day together. weekends and weekdays were filled with school and training and missions. this was one of the days, after school in the training rooms of the compound. they had it all alone, and y/n stood holding pads for peter to punch.

“c’mon, y/n!” he shouts, happily. “stop going easy on me!”

“i’m not going easy on you!” she replies. “trust me, you’d be begging me to stop if i went any further.”

“…that’s what she said,” peter whispers as y/n smacks the pad against his head.

“grow up, spider-boy,” she beams, continuing to let him practice.

the rest of the avengers were in the other room, discussing an upcoming debacle. tony, steve, natasha, and bruce stood around the table, connecting with thor in asgard. “if he hasn’t been to asgard, tony, he’s back to earth.”

“didn’t we go to that department the other day?” nat adds. “y/n was there for that, he could’ve somehow heard she’s with us.”

“because he wants her back. she’s only getting more powerful and he wants to manipulate her more,” steve speaks next, starting to put the puzzle pieces together.

“well, why didn’t the creep come sooner if he knew she was out? he’s only coming because he knows she’s with us,” tony questions.

“nightsiege wanted her to get to her highest level of skill before he started to utilize her. besides, he’s been anti-avenger since the day we formed so we’re the last people he wants her with,” nat tells him. “it’s similar to the red-room. you were used until you were perfect. he wouldn’t even kill her, he’d just torture her further.”

“do we tell her, i mean, i think she has a right to know-“

“no,” steve tells bruce. “she could get hurt or killed if she tries to intervene. it’s best if we handle this on our own, without her and peter.”

“handle what?” peter asks, his soft voice ringing through the room as y/n stands behind him, looking fearfully at the superheroes in the room.

“so he’s only coming back to take me away?”

“basically, yes,” tony says.

“what about the other ones? why doesn’t he want them?”

“they’re not with the avengers, and none of them have the skill set that you have with the powers,” bruce tells her, looking into her frightened eyes, trying to cover up her worry. “and your parents, probably have something to do with it.”

“he killed them, that’s the deal with them,” y/n sits in the chair, thinking heavily about the situation in her hands. “i’m finding him.”

“no,” peter murmurs. “i don’t think that’s a good idea, like at all.”

“the kids right,” tony says. “you’re one of the strongest forces on this planet but you don’t have the capabilities to fully take this guy down.”

a switch flips in y/n, a side of her that she tried to bury away is released. she’s craved revenge and shooting karma his way, but she’s held it in. its been on the tip of her tongue since she watched her parents take their last breath and now it’s right in front of her. peter saw her eyes darken at the mention of him. he watched the bright smile on her face disintegrate away at the thought. a naïve part of him hoped they were past it. the young, innocent parts of themselves prayed that he was gone, never to return. unfortunately, it’s never that simple.

the second y/n ran out of that room and left the compound, they knew they were in for a ride of hell. y/n became like a daughter to them, and friend. they treated her like royalty since they say they found her, often forgetting that she capable on her own since she was so young.

when y/n found herself taking the jet, she knew she could never go back. just leaving the compound meant she was in too deep, and she just hoped she wouldn’t regret it. she was able to track down a secret management base that nightsiege would be most likely to go to. that’s where the all the information is, different from the actually training site.

“y/n’s gone,” tony alerts. “she’s trying to find nightsiege alone, which she can’t do.”

“i’ll check the tracking status on the missing jet,” bruce moves to one of the computers, seeing the new site on the map. “she’s at the info base.”

“damn it, kid,” tony shakes his head, rubbing his eyes. “well, suit up, what are we waiting for?”

peter glances as him anxiously, knowing y/n wants to do it alone. peters always tried to please everyone. if y/n gets mad at him, he’ll get mad at himself and he can’t handle her people being mad at him. peter knows there’s a right and a wrong here, and he senses full jeopardy coming toward y/n. he’s loved her for years, and peter is y/n’s favorite person. so, he goes along with avengers, going to find y/n and her vengeance.

when y/n climbed through the back entrances, she was confronted with pure darkness. the only thing that she could hear was the light whirring of the air and machinery above her. the room was filled with metal pipes and tanks. there were small offices, pitch black with nothing but a white shade in front of the windows. she illuminated her path by using a golden defense baton that was formed from her hands. her footsteps from the thick boots on her feet echoed through the tall ceilings.

when she stepped forward, she felt a bench of buttons and switches in front of her. she pressed the power key, causing a screen to shine in front of her. it contained files and sections of confidential information at the tip of her fingers. as she was preoccupied looking at the words on the massive screen, the noises behind her did not go unnoticed.

“i thought that i’d find you here,” he speaks strongly, chills rushing down y/n’s spine. she never knew that the sound of someone’s voice could make her feel sick to her stomach. “what’s brought you to me, child?”

“i’m ending all of this,” y/n turns, making eye contact with the monster in front of her. he had his own protection on, covered in armor and his own weapons. she points to the screen in front of her, all of the crucial files, including her own.

“you’ll never get those files, y/n. you are not nearly as strong as you need to be. i came to save you.”

“i don’t need any more saving, not from you.”

“you’ve been poisoned by the avengers. they’ve brainwashed you and completely put you in a box. i made you the strongest version of yourself.”

“the worst version of myself was when i was under your control. you’re a weak, weak man who has nothing going for him but a bunch of lame excuses of experiments. you ripped my life to pieces with no remorse.”

his feet slam closer to y/n, his figure coming more into sight as she takes another step backwards. “you’ll never learn, y/n. your parents were never good for you. i saved you.”

flashes of the people who really saved y/n go through her mind. memories of her and peter together are flooding her. every touch, every word, every moment with him. the life she has now is only because of peter. every single part of her wishes he were there to fight this battle with her, but she had to do it alone.

“you’re psychotic,” y/n whispers as he shakes his head with a manic smirk on his face.

“you’re never getting what you want from me.”

“then i’ll get it from your corpse,” y/n spits out at him, shooting out swords from her wrists in milliseconds. she charges toward him, releasing bursts of energy onto his body, forcing him back before he gets up. he runs toward her, grabbing her much smaller body and throwing it against the wall with his strength. she slides down with the shattered glass, picking herself up as he walks over with his knives.

her hand meets his forearm, her leg smashing into his waist, making him buckle over. his grip remained on the weapon, leaving a slash over y/n’s thigh. she grunts out, but is able to form a ring of energy over her hand, connecting it with his throat as she kicks in the back of his knees.

his hand is in defense on his neck, but the power from him brings down chunks of the metal ceilings, falling around y/n and collapsing on top of her.

she forces a shield out of her, shoving the debris off her body and swiftly acting back on the villain. she somehow manages to land an aggressive punch on his face, temporarily disorienting him. his own fist connects with hers, covered in rough metal. her nose dripped of blood, leaving smears along with the cuts and bruises on her face from earlier impacts. her body’s tired, wanting to just leave and give up but never being able to let him win. he would kill her because he’s scared of her. somehow, the thought of him being scared pushed her even further.

the next time she blinked, she saw nightsiege being swept away, a long string of webbing dragging him backward. he was confused by the sticky substance on his back, slicing it off with his smaller knife. when he tried stepping forward again, one of the arrows from clint had exploded, forcing him onto his back before he could even think.

y/n brought herself up, landing toward him as she pushed herself up with the energy. her indestructible knife was no match for his, the two having it out in the middle of the ground. caps shield had come between the two, slicing the blade in half as y/n’s was faded back into her powerful hands. the force from the shield had sent nightsiege back onto the ground on his back. when he leaned up, his knife sliced cleanly across y/n’s stomach, leaving a deep gash into her body. she gasped out in pain, holding her abdomen with her free hand as she wobbled.

another forcefield was spread around them, blocking off the rest of the avengers from them. it was only y/n and nightsiege in the area now. it was up to her to kill him and his plans.

peter banged on the forcefield, pounding his fists while screaming y/n’s name. “mr. stark! we have to get this down! please, y/n!”

“kid, calm down,” he tries to ease the boy in front of him, but also battling his own worries. peters were unmatched. his eyes were glued on his girlfriends injured figure, in agony as she continued to move this guy further into the ground. peter tried to break down the barrier, but it was impossible.

y/n glanced at peter again, and maybe for the last time. she took a shaky breath, smashing more power into him to keep him down. the eye contact with peter was excruciating. she barely wanted to look at him, wanting to just fall into his arms and run away with him. however, just like she knew, there was no turning back.

she formed restraints around nightsieges wrists, tying them to the ground as she stepped over him. a circular weapon with sharp, serrated edges as she moved herself closer to him.

“you’ll nev-never be… a hero,” his raspy voice comes out, leaving a sour taste in y/n’s mouth. she tries to ignore the burning pain throughout her body before she retorts back at him.

“rot,” she says. “in hell,” with severe grit in her voice, she lands the weapon into his chest, robbing his lungs of oxygen and watching his frail body gasp for air. she watched his eyes unfocus, and the sinfulness in his eyes turns to death.

as the barrier disintegrates around her, peter is sprinting toward her. her eyes are staying on the dead body of the man who destroyed her, before they slowly adjust to peter.

“hey!” he says, softly. “y/n, we have to get you help!”

“peter,” she whines, letting herself fall into him as the rest of the avengers move to catch her. peter has her, though, and he doesn’t ever want to let go. “i have to end this.”

“you did, baby,” his hand lands on the side of her face. “it’s over.” she shakes her head no, limping over to the screen and the controls in front of her. with the clicks of a few buttons and the blur in her eyes, every last file is wiped from existence. she can finally say it’s over, and she can believe it at last. before she knows it, her body can’t withstand the pressure of her injuries, letting herself fall to the floor of the building.

next time she is awake, the bright lights of the recovery unit of the compound make her squint. no amount of lights could conceal the beautiful face in front of her, gripping her hand as peter looks like be might doze off himself. she looks around at her body on the bed, covered in thick bandages and wires.

“pete?” she asks, vulnerably.

“yeah, i’m here, you’re ok,” he tells her, sweet as ever in her mind. she smiles at him lightly, his hand brushing the sides of her hair. “you did it, y/n/n.”

“it’s done, peter.”

“mhm, all because of you. you saved more people than i can think of. you’ve always been a hero, y/n. you’re so much more than that too.”

she tries to lean up, wiping the tears off her face to give him a kiss. he realizes her attempt, then standing up to land a soft kiss on her lips. “i love you, peter.”

peter blinks, his heart moving a million miles an hour. they’ve been dating for a while, but somehow this one feels different. watching her inch closer to her deathbed made the three words meaningful than he thought they could get. he loved her too, more than anything in the world. “i love you too,” he replies, almost embarrassingly fast. his hand covers his mouth, causing giggles to leave y/n’s mouth.

“c’mon! she just got out of surgery and they’re making out in the recovery wing!” tony complains, making natasha shake her head with a grin.

“leave them be, tony,” she laughs. “she’s finally free, let him kiss the girl.”

“fine, but,” tony presses the loudspeaker button, his voice coming through the room. “i have my eye on you fools!”

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Haven't I given enough? - Loki x Reader

Summary: Losing Loki to the hands of the Mad Titan pushed you towards the Dark Arts. A tale of grief and loss but above all, a story about unmeasurable love and sacrifice. What will a broken heart do when granted some hope? How will you react to the possibility of finding him alive?

You always knew you would go first. It was natural, it was the order of things. An immortal god would outlive a feeble mortal. This is how it was supposed to be. How it should have been. Never in your darkest nights did you imagine being left without him. This feeling, this nauseating realization tore you apart. You couldn’t stand. You couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything really for months after it happened.

You could still see that moment so clearly, during the day when it would suddenly hit you while you would run an errand and you would have to hold on to the closest stool and remember how to breathe. But during the nights it was so much worse. It was like every dream would transport you back into that minute of terror. It felt like it lasted for a lifetime then but it was actually just a mere minute in which the Mad Titan got a hold of your lover’s throat, squeezing the life out of him right before your helpless form. The darkness of the night felt like a curse to you. The burden of your thoughts, the taste of the blame you took upon yourself, the lingering smell of his blood, they were all ghosts floating above your head, eating you alive. Before Loki, you were surviving.

You never knew what living truly meant until he fell into your life. Like a drop in the ocean, he fitted perfectly. Loki rescued you from yourself and you broke through the most impenetrable of his walls to bring him back to light. And now you were crawling through life, while every moment seemed more gruelling than the one before. No lighthouse could guide you back home. Your home was long gone, it disappeared on that cursed spaceship on that damned night.

Thor used to call you sick when you would regularly throw up or suffer from migraines after hours of crying out your very soul. He might have been right, if being sick meant that you get shredded apart by your grief, only to be torn from the inside out harder each time you think that it might have lessened its grip on you. Then you were sick.

You felt like you lost all sense of reality after he was gone. He was perfect, your Loki like you have dreamed him into existence. You were only loved in your thoughts, in the scenarios you were daydreaming about, in the books and movies that you inserted yourself into. And then there was Loki. And there was love. And after him, you were left in utter despair.

Loki was patient above everything else. And in a way, you knew this was your greatest fear when it came to love, to be rushed, to be pressured because you were too late and because you were at fault for that, they said. But for him it did not matter, he was patient. He loved you from afar at first and then he loved you gently and in such a fragile way as if he was afraid you would break. As if he was fearful that he did not deserve you because of the nonsense the world was making him believe to be true. But each time he would withdraw his hand away from you after someone’s disgusted looks, you would pull him in even tighter than before. You would kiss him straight on the mouth, caress his cheek, and whisper words of love and adoration to his cruel mind.

It was frustrating really, how much you loved him. No words could do your feelings justice and you often felt like you were failing him by not being able to express how deeply dear he was to you. He was a stranger to these affections. A reassuring smile, a gentle touch, he imagined that the universe was mocking him with such goodness. He has been torn to pieces time and time again throughout his life. And whenever he managed to start building himself back up, that cruel fate of his found a way to kick him back to the ground again. So he was terrified when you showed up in his life. You were too good to be true, Loki thought. In the beginning, he would drag his eyes away from each of your smiles, berating himself for looking and for believing that they were directed at him.

‘Stupid, worthless man, you truly believe you deserve this kindness?’

The barbaric voices of doubt were hissing at him, the words reverberating from every corner of his mind. One should understand though, he wanted it. He craved all of the love that you had to offer. Even then. Even after all the inhumanity that he suffered, the deepest pits of him yearned for a love so pure. When he was younger, Loki used to do a lot of people-watching. He saw how every person he ever knew was granted the luxury of love in one way or another. And he would scoff and criticise and berate them for falling for such a stupid trick. And then, in the loneliest hours of the night, he would send silent prayers to whatever deity there was that might have been listening, asking for the smallest fraction of what everyone else got. And when the day was particularly cruel, he would taste the saltiness of his tears on his lips and hug himself to sleep, chanting that one day it will be his turn. Aeons passed and his day never came. He started resenting love. The word disgusted him or so he wished and he swore that he would stay away from those intrusive thoughts that his heart would burden him with.

Walls came up and the yearning for love was gone from the surface at least.

Mortal and small as you were, you burst through his shields like a boisterous storm. Loki found himself yearning for your presence, lingering on a look or a small moment of approval from you like it was the very air filling his lungs. He hated it. He tried to chain his heart to the darkness with snide remarks or ruthless sarcasm but your firey nature only bit back at him and it enchanted his mind and soul even more than he would care to admit. But you were also so good. So very good and kind and loving that the shadows lurking and nagging in the corners of his mind would retract from how bright you shone sometimes and they would let him be. You would bring him moments of peace he has never deemed himself worthy of.

Peace was a concept you completely forgot about, it was many moons ago that you had something similar to it and no matter how wrong it may sound, you didn’t crave it anymore. You wanted revenge. You wanted Thanos to pay and you wanted to see him suffer. For what he did to Loki. For what he did to Thor. For what he did to you. So you started planning, therefore you hid.

You found a haven in your magic as it reminded you of him. You didn't plan to turn towards the Dark Arts, nor did you plan to spiral out of control at the rate you did. But you sought revenge, it was imprinting itself in your heartstrings and your blood. It controlled you. You became sick of rules or limitations, of notions as loose as right or wrong, villain or innocent.

You obeyed these rules and held your morals in high regard. You did everything right. And yet, everything in your life is wrong. You couldn't help but wonder, if you would have had these powers when Thanos came for the Tesseract, would Loki still be alive? But Dark Magic always comes with a price. There are haunting voices in your head that taunt you, that chant gruesome thoughts for you to follow. And each time you give in to another spell, a black scaly layer of skin appears on our fingers. But you stopped minding it. You embraced the burning sensation of your newfound power and you promised yourself that you will find the Mad Titan and make him pay.

The Avengers have been tracking him for years but to no avail. He seemed to have crawled into the deepest hole in the Universe. It looked like you would never avenge your beloved. Every part of you that you sacrificed in this mad pursuit of yours seemed to have gone in vain. Until one day.

The door anything but flew from its hinges when Nat stormed into your quarters, informing you of a Stark ship returning with Bruce inside. He had been missing for a few months, crashing somewhere unknown and unreachable in his Hulk form. You figured he only recently managed to take control as Bruce, finding a way back home. Nat was livid, she couldn’t believe that they found him and she barely spoke three words to you, alerting you of the news before she took off towards the roof.

You gathered your scattered pages of spells in a small pile and followed her where the ship was landing just as you set foot into the chilly air of November. Your hand was keeping your hair in place, as the wind from the propeller was hurtling chaotically around you. Thor, Steve and Tony appeared by your side in seconds and you took a step back towards them, letting Nat approach the metal doors that were separating her from her beloved. A spang of jealousy tugged at the darkest part of you, wishing that you could ever get this chance of ever reuniting with your missing soulmate. Only, unlike Bruce, Loki was not missing. He was gone. You shoved your selfish thoughts aside and watched your two friends embrace and whisper to one another until Bruce’s eyes settled on you.

Like a match struck into his mind, he detached from Nat and wildly grasped your and Thor’s hand. If it were not for his iron grip, you would have completely dissolved into the hard cement. You had to shake your head lividly when you heard him and yet, you didn’t believe it. Bruce’s next affirmation sent you spiralling out of control and the logical part of you told you he might have gone insane.

"We have to go get Loki, fast. They have him. He is alive.”

No.

It couldn’t be. This was a trick. It was one of those venomous voices in your head that were playing with you again. You wriggled your hand out of Brue's grasp and you backed away, still shaking your head, like doing so could bring you back to the real world where no one was playing tricks on you. You used to be tormented by deceivingly beautiful dreams like this, where someone would bring Loki back to you or you would find him yourself, safe and sound. Then, no matter how the story went, just as you thought you reached him, he would be violently snatched away from your grasp and made to suffer unmentionable things in front of your helpless eyes.

Thor steadied you, your anchor and companion through all of this hurt, with a firm but trembling hand on your back, and that snapped you out of your impending, self-induced doom. You locked eyes with him and you saw it. Of course, the ever-optimistic God of Thunder would believe this. You wanted to, so badly. But each time your eyes would travel to Bruce, you expected a maniac grin from Thanos, laughing mockingly at you. It never came.

"Do not talk nonsense, Banner. My brother was subjected to the barbarity of the Titan. He is gone," Thor's voice grew raspier, his gaze accusatory to the words Bruce dumped on the two of you.

"Listen to me! He is on Sakaar, they found him on the remainings of the ship, heart barely beating."

Loki. Your Loki, you beloved, your salvation. Your chest was thundering, your blood was in your mouth. You clenched your hand onto Thor's forearm, allowing your entire quintessence a few seconds of solace. This was your dream of dreams, a wish you chanted to the Gods and deities for months until you gave up on faith. For a sparing moment, the whispers in your mind silenced themselves, the magic cursing through your veins felt warm and light.

You were snatched out of your reverie only seconds after. Worry overtook your blood and you splurged thousands of questions Bruce's way.

"Is he well? Why didn't he come with you? Why did you leave him there? Are you sure this is true?"

At the same time, Thor was voicing questions of his own.

"Who found him? Is he safe? How can we reach him?"

Bruce's gaze shifted to pure seriousness.

"I could not get him out of there. I need you two to listen to me and listen without letting your feelings get in the way," you felt as though that last remark was directed more at you than at Thor, who was holding his own as well as he could. Meanwhile, you were an indescribable mess.

A deep breath helped you gain some composure and you nodded at Bruce, urging him to go on.

"Sakaar is fraught with danger and deceit. Depravity lurks in every corner of the planet and you cannot get in or out without triggering numerous alarms. The ship that Thanos terrorized fell on Sakaar and guards gathered to inspect it in seconds. And they found Loki. Did you ever wonder why the ship was getting pulled into the opposite direction you two tried to stir it to?"

Bruce paused for a moment and you pondered upon that fact. Something strange happened to your ship that night after the Titan left. It started a free fall into what seemed like a dark abyss, like a force was pulling it violently and in the grief and desperation that was choking the two of you, Thor grabbed you and deserted it, barely making it out alive. You struggled against his grip then, wanting to join Loki, wanting to follow him into the darkest depths of the Universe, crying and screaming and begging Thor not to tear you away from his body.

"The people of Sakaar are magic syphons. When Thanos came, Loki's magic was at its peak, trying to protect Y/N. He threw a shield around you, a shield that took almost all of his will and power," you found a tear slip, as Bruce's gaze softened to meet yours again. You never knew that. That even in his final moments, he fought to guard you.

"You were passing their territory then and they sensed this immense leak of power. They tried to take it. The ship landed on Sakaar and they took Loki in. Only they realized that they were wrong. The power they sensed was stuck to you, it was your magic they were hunting, Y/N. I often heard them speak of it while I was in my cell, the guards went on and on about the magic of deceit, the one only you possess. But they sensed Loki's magic as well and saw two purposes in him. They made sure that he was back on his feet enough before they started to exploit him. They are syphoning his magic for themselves but they also keep him hoping that you will go for him, so they can imprison you and steal your powers for selfish, hungry reasons," Banner's tone was apologetic but firm while he spoke these horrors into existence, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I heard ..." the scientist wanted to say something else then but he cut himself off, pitying you. He wanted to spare you the details of the torture Loki had to endure. The people of Sakaar were not merciful.

Your life was at stake and Loki was well aware of that. He thought of you. No matter what they were doing to break him, draining him of his life and magic, he would close his eyes and go to you. You were the only thought keeping him from giving up alongside the hope that one day he would return to your arms. They would whip him and drown him, skin him or burn his body, inflicting magical illusions of you hurting. Still, he would close his eyes and search for you. As his body was giving up on him, he was not giving up on you. The mere idea of you was the only item in existence that kept him sane. The horrors would get worse with time, and his magic would get weaker but his devotion and love for you were imprinting themselves deeper into his DNA.

One particular night could have given his location away if only you would have chosen to believe the agony that was now his reality. You were haunted by the ever-present terrors of the nighttime as they often came around. It was a hot night in June when you fell asleep after hours of crying. You prayed that the realm of dreams would take you away from what you had to call your reality but what you witnessed in your nightmare was infinitely worse. A crippling sensation was running down your spine as you found yourself in the corner of a suffocating, unlit dungeon. It was the first time you saw Loki in a dream other than that of his death. He was there, in the middle of the chamber, brought to his knees and in chains, heavy metal chains that were dangling from his wrists and his ankles. Three men -if you could call them that- with anomalous markings on their faces and small horns coming out of their skulls were circling him.

You gasped forcefully, so loud that for a moment you slapped your hands over your mouth, scared that those horrifying creatures might have heard you. But the bizarre thing was that they didn't. You were a mere invisible spectator in this dream, not an actor as you often were. Loki's head was hung low, his hair matted with blood and falling over his face, shielding it from your view. You made a step towards him and called out his name. No reaction. Your hands were trembling terribly as you called to him again, making another step when you heard a raw voice speak.

"You know, I always wanted to test how much heat a Frost Giant could endure before they break," the tallest one spit out, as you finally saw the two burning iron blocks he was carrying in his gloved hands. The other two men advanced on Loki, ripping his dirty shirt off his back and the sight that greeted you made you sick with grief and despair. His entire back and torso were a reddening open wound. He had deep scars running from his neck, down his spine and disappearing under the hem of his pants. Much more scars that you remembered. They were gruesome and you found your eyes too weak to be able to look at them without wanting to scream. Blood was still dripping from some of them while others looked a few months old. The tissue around some wounds had no blisters. They were torturing him with heat. You felt like throwing up. And his chest, oh his chest. It was glowing blue and purple from the aggression it endured, wounds as large as fists growing darker and uglier.

The monster holding the two iron bricks sent a nod towards his companion on the left. As on cue, he fisted the back of Loki's hair, raising his head, making his fatigued gaze meet that of the tallest one. It was the first time you saw Loki's face since you got here and it made you sob.

"What have they done to you?" you whispered, placing a hand over your mouth. His eyes were lost in deepening violet bags, his lips dehydrated like he had not seen water in aeons. He looked worse than dead and you made a motion, trying to run towards him, wanting to cup his face and patch every wound you could cover with your hands but you found your body glued to the floor. No matter how hard you struggled, you were caged.

You realized again that this was a dream. You took one last look into Loki's hollow eyes and urged yourself to wake up. You could not withstand this nightmare.

Wake up, wake up. Please, wake up.

You kept on telling yourself, as the tall creature kicked Loki in the ribs with his boot. He groaned, but the sound was so devoid of intensity, he might as well have been dead.

"Now, you will tell us what you know if you want me to stop."

"Go to Hell," Loki's voice came out so harshly, like even muttering these three words sent knives down his throat but his eyes were icy, hatred dripping out of them and he kept his head high, his expression regal and above all of them as he took on spitting at that monster's feet like he was spitting venom.

"We are in Hell already," the horned beast laughed, slamming the two iron bricks on each side of Loki's chest forcefully.

Just as they collided with his pale skin, a scream so hoarse and painful ripped right through Loki's throat. It was the worst sound you have ever heard in your life and you instantly fell to your knees, tarnishing in your invisible prison, screaming for them to stop. Loki roared in pain once more and you started crying, begging, pleading with the unhearing beasts to let go of him.

"Stop, I beg of you! Stop!"

Nothing seemed to work, as this infinite grief was stretching into eternity. Mocking both of your torment, the torturer pressed harder. You thought he might as well just have killed your beloved judging by the cries of pain that were ripping his chest cavity open.

"Loki!" You roared and at that exact moment, his eyes blew out wide open, staring straight into yours. And you woke up.

You found yourself screaming his name in your waking state as well, crying without an ounce of control. Ice-cold sweat was dripping down your face and back and you did not make it to the bathroom as you emptied the contents of your stomach right there on the floor next to your bed. You cursed your mind for conjuring such nightmares and ended up not sleeping for two days after that.

Planets away, Loki thought he was going insane after all this torture. He could have sworn that he saw you in that room, on your knees, crying out his name for a second. Just as his eyes bore into yours, you vanished. It could not have been anything but a cruel illusion. His mind was losing its edge and wake and he must be going insane, he thought. That sight of you, no matter how heartbreaking though, kept him alive for months.

Neither one of you knew that during that moment, the Universe was merciful enough to bring you two together. Just for a second. You dismissed that vision as a nightmare and Loki thought it an illusion. You would soon find out that it was a clue all along.

Bruce was responding to question after question coming from Thor, repeating the same information over and over and you got out of your clouded mind to cut them both off.

"We have no time to waste, I am leaving for Sakaar in an hour," your voice came out determined and harsh, snatching your hand away from Bruce but Tony got ahold of you in a millisecond, finally intervening.

"Did you listen to anything Banner said? Sakaar is a suicide mision. "

"And you want me to do what? Abandon Loki? I failed him enough as it is. Let go of me, Stark," a cold stare and a forceful pull were not enough to make Tony let go of you. Thor came between the two of you then, standing by your side.

"Tony is right to an extent. Sakaar might be a suicide mission, but more than anything it is a trap set out for you, Y/N. They want you. I will go. Alone, " Thor told you, his tone final as Tony sighed, exasperated and cut you off before you could protest again.

"You two are both dim right now. You cannot go alone Y/N, and neither can you, Point Break. You cannot do that because we are coming with you. If Sakaar is so hazardous, you will need a team."

You wanted to argue again. You were truly grateful for their help but you could not ask them to place themselves in danger for you. Steve spoke before you could voice your thoughts though.

"We want to do it and we will, Loki is an Avenger and we will bring him home."

You heard Bruce and Nat agree. Thor, on the other hand, was still hesitating.

"Y/N, my brother would kill me if he knew I deliberately took you to a planet that is actively hunting you down."

"And he would also kill you if he knew you were trying to stop me from doing what I wish."

It was true. No matter how dangerous a situation would be and no matter how protective Loki's nature tended to get with you, he would always let you choose for yourself. He would never force you into being anything other than yourself and Thor knew that.

You turned towards everyone else, then.

"Suit up, get your deadliest weapons and meet me here if you want to join. We leave at sundown!" Your tone was stoic and final.

Everyone ran inside to prepare and you took a moment to inhale a deep breath. Loki is alive. You could not believe it and yet it was true. Your only wish, the most impossible of dreams. For the first time in 11 months, it felt like your heart was beating. A hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your trance. Thor returned seconds after he left and he looked at you for one moment before he crushed you into a hug. You both started crying. You have not cried in a while, being too devoid to conjure any tears.

"We will bring him home," Thor said between sniffles. You pulled back for a moment then, looking at him.

"You have to promise me something and you won't like it."

The God of Thunder was a resilient man, even after all the anguish he suffered. He was always doing the honourable thing and he loved his brother dearly. Though they were qualities you admired about him, you knew they represented a threat to the mission this time.

Drying your cheeks with the back of your hand, you spoke your next words pleadingly.

"We go there to save Loki. That is our goal. No matter what happens, Loki comes home. And if it comes down to trading lives, you trade mine, you-"

"We will all come back home. Together."

The prospect of losing either one of you was something Thor did not want to hear a word about. Yet, you pressed on.

"You cannot know that. You heard Bruce. I want us to be prepared for anything. And Thor, I am prepared to sacrifice myself if it comes to that. But you know what someone else might do in case I am in danger. You know Loki would rather die than let me get hurt and I want you-, no, to Hell with that-, I need you to swear to me that if it comes to choosing, you choose him. No matter his pleas and threats and wishes. Loki goes home."

You could see the doubts fighting behind his eyes. He was a man too just to take such decisions. But you needed his word.

"Y/N, I cannot-"

"You can and you will. Loki goes home. Swear it to me on Odin's name."

He had no choice. He knew how deep your loyalty to Loki ran, it was pointless to argue with you about that, even without his help, you would do what you set your mind to when it came to his brother.

"Thor," your tone was pleading, with the edge of a warning.

"Fine. I swear Loki has priority."

"On Odin's name?"

"On Odin's name."

The two hours you had to prepare passed in the blink of an eye and there you were, boarding the Quinjet alongside Thor, Tony, Bruce, Nat, and Steve who were joined by Vision and Valkyrie, the two remaining Avengers in the compound who were not gone on missions. You felt immensely grateful to every one of them for their presence. The flight to Sakaar was about to last for a few hours. It was a solemn, silent one. People were cleaning and sharpening knives and weapons, putting on pieces of armour.

The Asgardian armour that was adorning you was of a matte black, darker than the night itself. It was a gift from Loki after one of your almost-failed missions when you got severely injured. One snake on each of the shoulder blades was circling your forearm, it was a bewitching piece of work.

You wanted to think some strategies through for you had time to spare. But the only thing that was going through your head was Loki. How you had failed him when you knew he would have saved you from the depths of Hell itself. So you stood in silence. For hours and hours on end, you stood feeling your power burn inside of your system, tarnishing your lungs and squeezing at your heart, making it shrink more and more. It was on you. This time it was all on you. You should have searched for him to the ends of the Nine Realms.

Thor called your name softly, drawing your attention towards him. He took the empty seat next to you and you knew this was not something you would like by the already apologetic look in his eyes.

“We know that the people on Sakaar can track you by your magic, therefore Tony came up with an idea that you might not be fond of. On Asgard, we have a certain artefact, much like snuffling cuffs that stop the one wearing them from performing any spells but they also make their magic untraceable.”

Your eyes fell to his hands, finally noticing the two thick cuffs that he was holding sheepishly. He made a small pause, giving you the chance to protest. You didn’t. You were pondering this, he realized so he went on.

“I have to put these on you and only I can take them off. I will do it as soon as it is needed, alright?”

It was for Loki and everyone else’s safety and no matter how much you despised the idea, no matter how incapacitated it made you feel, you gave Thor a short nod. You were a great fighter as well, you had other skills to spare.

“Fine, but the moment the fight starts, in the possibility they caught up, you uncuff me,” you said, giving Thor access to your wrists.

What you did not consider was that these cuffs would nullify any drop of magic from your body. Even the illusions you cast on your decaying hands. Thor clasped the metal in place and retracted his hands in shock when the illusions dropped and your scaly fingers were on full display. You pulled your hands to yourself when the God tried to reach for them again.

“Y/N, what is this?” His voice was barely above a whisper, barely audible to you. “You promised me you would not let this pursuit of yours alter who you are.” He sounded disappointed, and hurt like you knew he would. Thor suspected your inclinations long before anyone else could but you soothed his worries, vowing you had it all under control. You might have failed to keep that vow.

“It is just an unimportant side effect, I am not hurt and I can hold my own. I did what I had to do.”

“You did not have to compromise yourself, you could have come to me,” he shook his head incredulously. He failed you and he failed his brother. If Loki knew that he left you to your own self-sabotaging devices for this long, he would be furious. As if his skull was transparent to you, you could see all of these thoughts running through his mind and it made you realize just how much he was also hurting. You did not want to add to that in any way. “Thor, I promise you I am fine. I am still in control of my magic and I did not hurt anyone. You were there for me more than I could ask of you and you were in pain too. No one could blame you for anything.”

Grasping his hand, he finally tore his eyes away from your fingers. He wanted to say something else when Steve’s voice came loudly for everyone to hear.

“We touch down in 15 minutes, everyone. Thor, how do we go about our plan?” The God of Thunder stood tall in the middle of the spaceship then, clearing his throat.

“Tony and Nat drop us near the location that Bruce pointed us to and we go into hiding the second we touch the ground. Y/N’s magic is masked, therefore we should be untraceable if all the attention stays on the Quinjet. You drive the sentinels away from us, far enough so we can get in, retrieve Loki and get out, but not so far that you won’t be able to be back on call. The team on the ground follows my orders, we reach the Arena and we break into the dungeons, making as little fuss as possible. Y/N’s cuffs come off only if necessary and only if we are found. We do not leave without my brother and we do not use any form of magic.”

“Copy that,” Valkyrie nodded and everyone got into their assigned position.

The plan seemed to run smoothly, no matter how much your palms were sweating and how hard you wanted to rip those cuffs off. You landed, went into the nearest tunnel and Bruce lead the way as Tony and Nat drew the threats away from all of you, bringing the chase to the sky. It all went well until you reached the Arena.

That whole arena was engulfed by silence, a silence so deafening that it made you want to scream. You had to be senseless not to realise that you had stepped into a trap. They wanted you there and you just walked through the gates and offered them what they wished for. But one should always be careful as a wish could become the most poisonous of nightmares.

A nightmare in black armour - that is what you were to them. The darkness of your magic was boiling through your veins, the need for vengeance uncontained.

"Let's split up and look for entrances, this monstrosity has tons of underground levels," Bruce said, kneeling to touch the ground and observe it.

This place was making you uneasy but you were set on turning it upside down if there was a chance that Loki was kept here. The surface that you all had to cover was vast, filled with obstacles and unnatural roots coming out of the ground. You did not wait for anyone to direct you in a certain direction, you took it into your own hands to advance towards the largest gathering of roots and thorns, using your daggers to cut through them and see what this wall was guarding.

You felt Thor's presence behind you before he managed to speak. He was following you around, trying to seem casual, when you knew that he was scared. For you, for Loki and because of you. You saw the way he looked at your charcoal-like hands now and then, how his gaze would flick from them to your tired eyes.

"I am not going mad, Thor. Stop stressing," you insisted, your back turned to him while making your way through the walls of roots.

Swinging his Asgardian steel sword, he tried to mask his intentions behind a chuckle.

"I am merely joining you, my lady. I did not suggest such a thing."

"Yet your eyes have been saying it for months." You huffed, partially because of the effort you were putting into cutting the roots with your weapons and your bare hands but also because of exasperation. It was going too slow, you were growing nervous and expectant therefore you placed the daggers back into their place and swung a wakandan spear into view.

"Whoa, where did you get that from?" Thor's eyes were wide, surprise reading all over his features as he took a step back. "Is that vibranium?" He approached you slowly, inspecting it with amazement written all over his features.

"It was a gift from Wakanda, as a sign of gratitude from King T'Challa," you turned your back to your task at hand, finding it much easier this way.

"Oh, excuse me, my Lady. I forgot everyone likes you," Thor's tone came teasingly. You knew what he was doing, trying to ease your nerves and distract you from how much stress was washing over you in waves.

You swiftly turned on your heel to face him, taking the blonde God by surprise and having to duck from his sword that was about to cut through a thick plant.

"Lady Y/N, I could have killed you," he said, picking up the sword that he dropped out of shock.

"Come on, Thor, you couldn't get rid of me so easily," you started walking backwards, rolling your eyes jokingly at the God when you heard him shout at you and pull you towards him.

"Y/N, watch out!"

As you collided with his robust chest, you slowly turned to face two metal doors carved into the ground. You were on the verge of falling through them, had it not been for Thor's intervention. You both stared at the entry and then at one another, a mixture of relief and dread shared between you.

You found it, found the entrance to the dungeons. As you knelt to touch the cold doors, Thor urged everyone in your direction. Your trembling, cuffed hand was hovering just above the middle of the opening, bracing yourself for what was coming next. Just as your fingers barely traced the outline of an inscription, Bruce's scream came tearing through you like daggers.

"Do not touch it!"

But it was too late. An explosion threw you into the air, far from the doors, making you fall on your back, loud alarms resonating off of every corner of the arena, scratching your brain, the dust rising around you clouding your vision. In an instant, the doors in the ground flew from their place as hundreds of silhouettes were emerging from behind them and from every corner you could spot, running towards you. Blurs of oddly coloured flesh were clouding your vision and the back of your head was pounding aggressively. A sort of urgency washed over you then so you shook your head a few times. You jumped to your feet, still dizzy, spear in hand and screamed for Thor.

"Come here and uncuff me. NOW!"

It all happened so fast, the fight already raging around you. Steve was shouting instructions while taking down some odd-looking creatures and you had seconds until dozens of them were about to reach you. They were gruesome, horned beasts in semi-human form, with dark green, punctured skin and they looked so familiar. In the haze, you could not place them yet. You threw one look in Thor's direction and saw that he was stuck, fighting some battles of his own so you took your position, spear ready to tear through skin and bone and attacked.

They kept coming, dozens of these monsters, lurching for you, stretching out their hideous hands to snatch you but you stood your ground, piercing their hearts, slashing their throats while looking around to find that entrance again. With a thud, Thor landed behind you, swung Mjolnir twice and took out every enemy for a one-mile radius. He quickly turned to face you, panting and releasing your hands from their magicless prison with a swish of his hand. The cuffs fell, causing a deaf sound to resonate around the space and in an instant, your veins were on fire. You placed your spear in its holder. You needed no weapon but yourself now.

"You get him out when I give you the signal. Steve already knows, my magic knows no bounds to its harm," you sternly told Thor and took off, giving him no opportunity to protest.

Wide grins were plastered all over your foes' faces as you unleashed your power. If this makes them so happy, you thought, you were going to be kind enough and give them a small taste.

You stared at the ground and solely by the expression on your face, one could easily tell that some devious idea flicked through your brain. The corners of your mouth turned upwards, into a grin that overtook all of your features and the moment you placed your hands on the dirty ground again, your eyes lifted. A deadly stare made the blood of each of your enemies freeze for a second, and then you mumbled an incantation and the ground shook itself to pieces.

It was pure chaos. Holes in the ground were eating these beasts alive, closing over them, burying them into the cement and stone. It was horrifying. You met Thor's eyes for a brief second, and a small flash of terror adorned them but it was gone as fast as it came. Your path was clear now.

"Go get him!" Thor shouted, holding some more creatures off, fighting back to back with Vision. Your eyes spotted the opening again and you sprinted towards it. A knife came for you from the side and Valkyrie screamed for you to duck, escaping it by millimetres. You were almost there. There were screams all around you but for a moment, everything stilled as you jumped into the opening in the ground, landing on a steel floor.

The hallway that greeted you was warm, dark and neverending. It was quiet, too quiet for your liking. You started running along the corridor, always keeping an eye out for anything that might hurt you from behind, taking your daggers out again, just for good measure. After a few minutes, you finally spotted a weak hue. It made you stop in your tracks. It was coming from under a thick set of metal doors and it was emerald. Loki's magic. He is here. He has to be. Something strange washed over you at that realization, something warm, almost sunny. It felt like your body could suddenly sense him and you were finally registering what all of this meant. He is alive, your love, your lifeline. And you felt scared. For the first time since you stepped on this sinful planet, you were frightened. What if you failed? What if your power was not enough? You would perish and suffer before you would let Loki die once more. He would hate it if you would ever voice such thoughts aloud because you knew he feels the same way. He was ready to meet his demise for you when Thanos came. You were prepared to do the same thing now.

Placing your hands on the solid metal, you took a breath in then the doors forcibly flew out of place, hitting the walls and ringing when they met the floor. Your knees gave out when your vision adjusted to the darkness.

Loki.

“Oh my God,” your voice shook, the sound of your name whispered in disbelief falling from Loki’s lips just as you exclaimed. You were by his side in a second, throwing yourself on your knees, for he was chained and knelt to the cement, your eyes levelling his hollow ones now.

“You found me,” he whispered, his eyes watering, his mouth hanging open as he could not believe the sight in front of him. You reached your hand out gingerly, towards his way too sharp cheekbone, tears already spilling from your eyes, silently. Your mouth was dry and you were so scared of touching him in case he was not really there. When your skin met his, he sighed and leaned into your palm. Made for him. You were specifically crafted for him, he thought. He was real. You could not register everything of how fast it was happening. The love of your life was resting on your scarred palm, cold as ever to the touch. After months of praying for this, you finally had him back. Loki opened his eyes again, registering your bewildered expression.

“I am right here, darling,” he spoke, voice so hoarse it scratched your heart.

“Oh, my love, I am so sorry,” you wrapped your arms around him in an instant once he spoke, snapping back to reality, trying to be as gentle as possible with his frail form. He leaned into you, still restrained and you distanced yourself from him for a moment, realizing his position.

“Treasure of my heart, do not apologize for anything. Oh, how I’ve missed you,” he murmured, as your vibranium daggers cut his restraints. The moment he was released, he crawled on his knees, closer to you, pulling you back into his chest. He was shaking.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. No one is going to hurt you ever again.” Reassurances of all sorts were pouring past your lips for you were desperate to bring him any sense of comfort you could muster. And you meant it. You had him now and you would rather suffer pain like no other than ever let anyone touch a hair on his head.

“You came,” he kept whispering in your hair and your heart was healing and breaking at the same time. “I love you so much, I never thought I’d see you again,” you cried out, your lips caressing the crown of his head as you spoke, cradling him into your arms. Your fingers were gently stroking his hair, as he held on to you with what seemed like all the power he had left. He looked so broken, so hauntingly empty and pale. You could feel his bones poking from under his skin as one of your hands was tracing his back, his ribs sticking out so much that you felt them pressed to your stomach as you were hugging him. But he was here, in your arms. Where he belonged. You let go of him and it took every ounce of will in your system to do so, his hands still on your waist, as yours pressed to his hollow cheeks again. That is when he saw them. Your hands. His whole face dropped and you swore you wanted to crawl into a hole in shame and just vanish.

“My dear heart, what have you done?” He took your palms in his, bringing them closer to inspect your skin. You wanted to retract them, pulling yourself away a bit. He reinforced his grasp on you and finally looked into your eyes. You expected a couple of things. Terror, dismay, disgust. Nothing of the sort was there. His eyes were pooling with the same devotion and tenderness they always held when he was looking at you, but you could see a tinge of sorrow. For what you had to do.

“Don’t ever feel like you need to hide yourself from me,” his voice was so soft, hugging you in ways you have yearned for your entire life. He understood. Of course he did. You shook your head and leaned back into him.

He was barely stable, trying to mask his trembling and winces of pain for your sake but it was a dead giveaway. His eyes were buried deep in their orbits, empty and adorned by violet bags under them and his whole face looked skeletal.

Do not cry, not in front of him. This is not about you.

You kept telling yourself but to no avail, he was coming undone into your arms despite his best efforts to seem collected and sobs tore your chest cavity to shreds. “Oh, what have they done to you?” The words evaded you before you could stop them and even now, Loki tried to comfort you. “I have been through worse, Skatt. Don’t deem me so weak,” the ghost of a smile rested on his lips but you kept shaking your head. He raised his bony hands, trembling, cupping your face as he rested his forehead on yours, cold sweat rolling down his skin. You closed your eyes, tasting his smell, ravelling under his touch. He caressed your lips with his, catching your sigh in his mouth and you melted into him as you always did.

Everything that he was became everything that you were for you forgot where his essence ended and yours began. Hasty heartbeats suffocated your chest, you never thought you would touch those lips again. You needed to get out of here now that you had him but letting go of him was the cruellest curse one could place on you.

“We have to go, baby. Can you stand?” You finally asked, still knelt in front of him and he nodded, trying to push himself up but having his knees give up from under him. You stood up then, wrapping a hand around his waist and lifting him. He tried to place as less weight on you as possible but the moment his arm came behind your shoulder, he fell onto you completely, like a dead weight.

“I will get us out of here, I promise.” The promise that you made did not manage to get cold on your lips when another voice cut in.

“You really thought I would let you go so easily, precious Y/N?” The hairs on the back of your neck stood up in terror, hurrying in your steps but Loki was too heavy and you were too slow to try and cast a spell when an odd force pulled you away from your lover and up into the air, making him fall to his knees again.

“Y/N, no!” He screamed, reaching his hands out for you as he fought so hard to get up and he almost did when a dirty boot collided with his ribs and he was on his palms again. “Get away from him!” You were struggling in the invisible grip, directing a spell at your attacker but nothing came out of your hands. You tried again, this time speaking the incantation into existence, tarnishing in the transparent claws. Still nothing. Panic clouded your mind and you screamed spell after spell but it was in vain. A screeched laugh came out at that and your hands were violently thrown behind your back, tied with a magical cord. You were dangling one foot in the air, your eyes never leaving Loki who was struggling to get to you, crawling on the dirty floor.

“Release her, now, or I will have your head,” Loki threatened, lurching towards the hidden figure with fury in his eyes but he was thrown back by the same force you were held captive by. That horrific laugh came out anew, but this time, you had a face to associate with it as the creature that hit Loki faded into view.

“This is entirely too entertaining, your magic won’t work here,” you gasped after hearing his words but most importantly because of his face. His abnormal, punctured, dark green face that you could recognize anywhere. He was in your dream, the tall torturer that burned Loki in that dungeon many months ago. Throwing a quick look around, realization dumped on you harshly, as the dungeon you were in was the same one from that night too. How could it possibly be? With a motion of his hand, the tall man made you move towards him, the strange force pulling you in until he was in your face.

Loki struggled in the grasps of this magic but to no avail.

“Truly a bewitching artefact,” the man said, tracing his fingers along your cheek. You turned your head to the side, wishing to get away from his filthy, murderous touch.

“Get your hands off her, you worthless creature,” Loki roared, wearing the most threatening expression you have seen on him. He was fighting against the restraints and it was draining all the life out of his already feeble body. You were here because of him, stuck, exposed and vulnerable and he was going insane. All of the relief he felt at seeing you had been washed away as if it had never been there. Being tortured for years to come sounded like a way gentler fate to him than having you put in any position of harm.

“You do not get to make demands, prisoner,” the Sakaarian barked, turning towards him for just a bit, waving his hand so that a thick cloth appeared, covering Loki’s mouth. You were searching your mind for every possible spell that could get you out of here but nothing was happening. Why was your magic not working?

“Stop trying to wield any magic in here, it is to no avail. You thought I would imprison two highly dangerous sorcerers and not use runes? It is only the magic that I wield that will work in this place.”

“Let him go and I will give you anything you want,” you jumped straight into bargaining, realizing you had no other choice, Loki’s life being the only thing on your mind. You heard sounds coming from Loki as he tried to protest, vehemently shaking his head.

“There is nothing you can give me that I won’t take from you anyways, little witch. But I suppose I have no use for him anymore.” That was enough from you. He could take anything away from you if it meant Loki goes free. You instantly nodded and agreed. You heard your God again, struggling and begging you with the look in his eyes to take those words back.

In a different situation, Loki would muse at the devotion you carried, carved in your veins for him. He would thank fate for this undeserving kindness and be amazed at how much love you could spare for him. But not in here, not like this. He wished that you would abandon him, desert him, hate him. He wished he had never kissed you that first time, that he had never met you if it would guarantee you would not be in this position right now. He did not deserve such love, such fidelity.

The Sakaarian approached Loki slowly and you started to apologize to your lover.

“I am so sorry, so sorry. Please leave, run away as fast as you can, Loki please, for me,” but just as you thought it was over, just as the creature dropped Loki from the magical cage and let him fall to the ground, you saw him kick Loki in the stomach and laugh.

“No, stop!” Your scream resonated off every wall and the monster turned to you, holding Loki up by the hair, a knife conjured and drawn to his throat.

“I could let him go or I could make this so much funnier for all of us and gift you his head on a spike. So you cannot say I am not merciful, that way you could always look at him when you miss him,” he laughed and you broke.

“You bastard, get away from him. I beg you, just ask for anything in this world and you will have it. Torture me, take me. I am right here, drown me, skin me alive for all I care but please, please I am begging you, put that knife down,” you were crying, screaming, trying to get on your knees, doing anything in your power to keep Loki alive. He was crying as well now, looking only at you and wishing you would stop. Wishing you would let him go. The Sakaarian dropped Loki and launched himself at you.

“You do not wish for any of that. You have no idea how much pain I can inflict. How much pain your dear God has suffered at my hands. And I would enjoy for you to see that, I would love to see you watch as I am burning him and whipping him, beating him to a pulp, would you like that of me?” You threw your head forward with incredible force at that and broke his nose. Pools of blood were spilling out as he held his hand to the wound, cursing you. Loki felt a laugh rattling in his chest. A laugh. For the first time in what felt like an eternity. Of course you would not go down without a fight, no matter the form it took.

In this madness, you did not notice the green glow that was surrounding Loki. In his time here he learned a couple of things about his torturers and one of them was that they were powerless without someone else’s magic. And the magic that was impregnating this hell was his own. He was drained, broken and ruined but there were no ends to this Universe he wouldn’t go to for you. No efforts he would spare. The moment this monster wrapped his hand around your neck, choking you for your disobedience, Loki exploded. His magic grew brighter and stronger and everywhere you looked, there was destruction. Pure destruction disguised in a green mantle, circling the body of its victim, clutching at it. The torturer was ripped away from you with such force that it seemed like he'd never even been there. Loki brought him to his knees, squeezing the life out of him with his magic.

“You die by my hands today, you disgusting creature,” a movement of Loki’s hand and the man at his mercy was screaming in anguish, reaching at his throat to try and breathe. “Death is much too kind for what you deserve,” Loki continued as the flesh on the Sakaarian’s back was ripping itself wide open, blood staining his shirt. A dagger appeared in Loki’s hand and in an instant, it penetrated the creature’s chest, straight into his heart as his whole body fell unbreathing on the floor. Loki’s own body gave up on him and his magic dissipated as you caught his form seconds before his knees met the floor.

“Get out of here, Y/N, more of them will come for you now,” he begged desperately, trying to push you away with his hands as frenzy clouded his vision, hoping that would urge you to desert him. You reached for his face, cupping it, making him look you in the eye.

"I am not leaving you, don't fight with me on this. Come on, we have to go," you pulled him up, supported his body weight and threw his hand over your shoulder before he could protest, hurrying out of this Hell and back to the surface. Loki was exhausted though and despite the effort he put in to keep going, he would fall limply and you would have to stop and help him up, encouraging him, whispering words of endearment to him to keep him from giving up.

"Brother!" Thor's voice came thunderously the second you set foot back into the arena. In an instant, he was at your side, taking his brother's weight off of you and crushing him into a hug.

"Ouch!" Loki exclaimed, his injuries still so fresh but he hugged Thor back. "I've missed you too brother but you are crushing me," Loki's muffled voice came from Thor's chest and the older Asgardian released his hold, still supporting Loki who, even now, was stubborn enough to insist that he could stand on his own. Chaos was raging and unleashing itself in waves all around you hence your brain kicking into action.

"Where are Tony and Nat? We need to get out of here."

Throwing Mjolnir towards the nearest targets approaching the three of you, Thor spoke fast, "They ran into an inconvenience. It appears an airstrike is keeping them away. Until they reach us, we have to keep resisting."

"Fine, I will secure this area while you keep Loki safe," you instructed. You could see how much Loki hated this idea by how his face contorted the instant you muttered the words.

"Stop patronising me, love. I can still fight," Loki countered, rolling his eyes in displeasure.

"I know you can, big boy," you winked but your face told him your decision was final as you instantly took off heading straight towards the most crowded part of the arena.

"Guess we're stuck on the sidelines, brother," Thor shrugged and placed himself in front of Loki, keeping any unwanted guests away.

"Are you a fool? We have to go there and fight," Loki frantically pointed his hands towards the middle of the arena where enemies were pouring out like water from every crack in the wall, suffocating the remaining team.

"Your lady will have my head if I endanger you in any way. She is right, you know? You are in no condition to fight, Loki, and I will not risk it for your ego. I barely got you back. She barely got you back."

Loki would not stand for this. You were battling more than a dozen enemies at once, the entire team was carrying fights around him as he was incapacitated and obligated to stay and watch. It will not do. Turning around to eliminate some approaching targets, Thor's attention was diverted from the youngest prince who saw this as a prospect to help. Some Sakaarians were rapidly emerging from the side as the God of Mischief tried to conjure whatever magic he had left but to no avail, he was completely drained. He could not even conjure his precious daggers, no matter his efforts. Ever the sneakiest person in the room, he managed to get to Thor without being noticed, stealing a blade his brother was carrying in the back of his belt. It had to be enough for now. With crippled steps, he advanced towards the closest creature drawing blood.

On your side of the arena, things were running smoother. Your power was ecstatic, finally being let out. A powerful blast coming from the side destabilised you and you were thrown straight through the doors in the floor, falling on your back into the tunnels. Enough with the games.

You dusted yourself off and a criminal hunger whispered in your ear. You were going to devour them. Bit by bit. For what they did to Loki. For laying even a single finger on him or throwing him a single look. You ascended the tunnels up the stairs with a different glow. A darker one that covered you like a widow's veil. Because that is how you felt for 11 months. Like a vengeful, ruined widow. No price you will make them pay will be ransom enough. You emerged back into the arena, blood dripping from your brow and even the dust appeared frightened by you, parting like the sea, letting you come through. There was a fury and determination in your eyes that made your enemies squeak. You heard their bones tremble in their bodies for the darkness and despair of the night were your allies. Your ebony magic was hugging your form, hair wild, eyes feral.

Untouchable. Eternal. Infinite.

Loki watched you in awe while everyone else was looking at you with fear in their eyes. Even your friends. But not Loki. Never your Loki. Even now when you appeared to have surrendered your light to other forces, he still believed in the good in you. After all this time, there were moments like this when you could not fully comprehend the love he carried for you. You could not have asked for it in your wildest, most courageous of dreams.

You would not tolerate it. Any more seconds of abuse, any foreign hands scarring him with immeasurable cruelty. Loki was your soul, he was your entire galaxy. You would not stand him falling into despair again. His suffering was a curse so much more wicked than any hurt that might be inflicted on you. You could take them hurting you. You couldn’t take even the passing thought of him being endangered in any way. The scars on his pale skin were in stark contrast to his frail form. Oh, how you wished you could kiss away every burn and every wound, how you wished you could show him a kinder fate. But the past was unforgiving, unmendable. You had the future still. And you were ready to give your future up for his.

You needed no bolt, no push. It was a natural decision. An instinct rooted into your entire being. It felt like something ancient inside your system snapped, a peculiar need to keep him safe. So you nodded at Thor and his eyes went wide. With sadness and disagreement. He followed your instructions anyway, pulling Loki off the ground and disappearing in such a rush, up into the sky that your lover didn’t get the chance to register what was happening until it was too late. Good. You knew he would die protecting you. He almost did so once. It was your turn.

Once every one of your friends deserted the arena, you ignited a spark within yourself. It came with a burn that made you want to vomit, a dark, primitive force surged through you, replacing your blood, leaking out of your skin in spiralling shadows hugging at your form. Your magic was pouring out of you through every patch of skin, a shade of black darker than your armour, more fearsome than the night clothing you. Seeing you alone in the field, your enemies achieved a false sense of security. They increased their use of magic. No matter. You could handle them. Blasts of power were flying from your hands when four leash-like strings of maroon magic grasped your ankles and your wrists. They were restraining you. The contact made you twist and turn, your veins almost giving up under the pressure of your own power trying to escape. A scream cut through you but it was shortly muffled by another whip of magic circling itself around your mouth and neck. You could not move for a few seconds and in the heat of the moment, your enemies smirked at your defeat, struggling to keep the magic in place, using these leashes to lift you off the ground. You suffocated for a second, your vision becoming blurry as the restraints were burning and squeezing so tight, you felt life drip out of you.

Your eyes fluttered close for a small moment and as you felt your body give up, a glimpse of Loki flashed before you. It was just a passing image of his face but it was everything you needed. You remembered why you were here, you remembered how close to him you were and how close your happy ending was. The mere thought of Loki made darkness explode out of you. You would be damned before you would let anyone tear you from him once more. There were shadows all around you, taking a human-like form, advancing on your capturers and in an instant, the scarlet magic that was keeping you, prisoner, dissipated. You remained floating in the air, a few feet above those monsters and a smirk so dark and wicked overtook your features.

“Watch it!” You warned the creature to your right, the one that was previously conjuring the magic that was silencing you. Two clawed shadow demons you produced jumped on him from the back and you squeezed your right hand in his direction, watching as his eyes were blown out of his orbits the harder you squeezed. With your other hand, the other four Sakaarians were lifted off the ground and as your fingers meet your palm in another squeeze, they were suffocating and losing their sight, blood pouring down on their cheeks, terrified screams and pleads ringing in your ears like a melody. Good. Their screams were music to your ears.

The shadows that exploded out of you were taking different forms of various disasters, wolves skinning some creatures alive, waves of darkness drowning others. It was pure terror. It was consuming you. The voices in your head were so loud, their whispers so hoarse and untamed as you unleashed the worst of yourself onto them. For Loki. Everything you ever did was for Loki. Your magic was hungry, it was vicious. It coated the entire arena, terrorizing every single living thing that was meant to harm you. And you stood above them all, floating in the air, with your hands as dark as nightmares and your eyes as hollow as a shell. Your power was only ever increasing but your body was slowly giving up on you.

As your enemies turned to ashes and you fell to the ground to your knees, you felt a warm breeze overtake you. Something familiar and comfortable wrapped itself around your waist and your body was met with heat as it got teleported somewhere else.

“Please, my love, please look at me,” your head was cradled between two big palms and the voices all around you were ecstatic, accusatory, worried. One rich tone stood out to you in particular. The one that was begging you to wake up. The one that belonged to Loki. The moment your eyes fluttered right open, you were met with your lover’s chest, Loki bringing you close to him so swiftly you melted into his tired arms. His chest started shaking immediately and you heard his sobs resonate all around you before you departed from him just enough to meet his gaze. You were both knelt on the metal floor of the Quinjet and his hands were on each side of your face, holding you a bit harder than necessary. Tears were pouring out of Loki’s eyes like midnight rain, warm and unstoppable and you did not realize you were shedding some tears of your own.

“You stupid girl,” he cried, placing a sloppy and wet kiss straight on your lips, while still holding your face. You laughed. It felt surreal. You were speechless, a trembling mess while he was ecstatic, terrified, shaking his head, sniffling, kissing you and berating you and adoring you at the same time.

“Why did you do that?” Kiss. “You could have died.” Kiss. “My wonderful, silly girl.” Another kiss. His tears were mixing with yours, your lips wet and hot and hungry for him. You took his face into your palms and pressed your lips to his again. Longer than before. With more yearning than before.

“I’ve got you, I finally got you,” you muttered more to yourself than to anyone else as you were both crying on the floor, in each other’s arms. And then he did something that made you burst into more violent sobs. He kissed your hands. Your stained hands that made everyone around you recoil, he held them and kissed each knuckle with adoration.

As he pressed his lips to the last one of your knuckles he whispered lovingly, “You have always been my salvation, Y/N.”

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I am finally back. This is my longest piece yet, with 12k words but I hope you enjoyed it. Every comment and opinion matters to my process, thank you for being here. You have all my love. Enjoy!

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