#thor x reader tickle

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Vacation: The Finale (Part 1)

Part 12 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, a bit of angst, this is a longer read (7590 words)

Summary: The Avengers are woken up abruptly by a strange noise on the morning of their last full day of Vacation. Tony intends to make the last full day, a great one.

CRASH!

 The ear piercing sound shook the whole cabin. You and Nat jolted awake. You jumped out of bed and ran to her. 

  “What the hell was that?” You asked, shocked. 

  “Good question.” Nat said. Her brows were furrowed. 

She grabbed her pistol out of the drawer and headed downstairs. 

You slowly followed behind her, unarmed. You kinda wished you had something on you but knew the Avengers would keep you safe. Sam came up beside you and pushed you behind him. You held onto his waist and followed him down the stairs. The cabin was dark with light only just beginning to shine through the windows. 

 “It’s okay!” Thor called from the front yard. 

Nat relaxed and so did Sam. You pushed past them in anticipation. You now remembered what this was. You stepped out onto the wooden front porch and saw everyone else standing in a semicircle in front of Thor.

The sunrise painted the sky and the birds were beginning to wake up as the crickets were dying down. Thor held a long rectangular box in his arms. It was silver with a lavender ribbon. 

  “What is this all about?” Tony piped up. “And look. It left a big patch in the grass. Now I get to hear about that from the owners.” 

  “It’s a gift for me. From Heimdall.” You said, walking up to Thor. 

Everyone looked around surprised. Tony and Steve exchanged looks. 

 Thor handed you the box with a smile. You took it in your arms. It was a little heavy. You placed it on the ground and dropped on your knees in front of it, beginning to slowly undo the ribbon. You felt excitement and nervousness. What could this be? 

Everyone held their breath in anticipation as well. Peter’s curiosity pulled him closer. Bucky’s protectiveness pulled him closer as well, yet he was excited for you to receive a gift from another realm. 

The silky ribbon fell to the grass. You looked up at Thor and he gave you a reassuring nod. 

Your fingertips gripped the sides of the box, and you lifted it up. 

Your eyes fell onto a shining sword. This was one of the most beautiful objects you had ever seen. The blade was shiny and double-edged with a pointed tip. The hilt (handle) was cruciform. The grip was wrapped in a leathery material and the pommel had a large emerald in the middle. 

  “Woah.” You whispered. You gripped the handle hesitantly as if you didn’t want to disrespect something so beautiful. You lifted it up and a glare of sunlight hit the blade. You saw your reflection in the blade and Thor standing behind you with a proud smile. The sword was about 26 inches long and it fit you perfectly. You looked down in the box and there magically appeared a scabbard (the covering for a sword blade) made out of the same leathery material on the handle. It had a note attached to it. 

   To defend the defenseless. -Heimdall

Wanda tilted her head and knelt next to you. 

 ‘‘I’m sensing something.” She said. 

 “This sword… It’s enchanted.” Thor confirmed. 

This made Tony, Steve, Bucky, and even you, a little nervous.

  “Enchanted… Is it safe?” Bucky asked. 

The red magic appeared on Wanda’s right hand as she gently touched yours that was wielding the sword. 

  “Only if it’s in her hands.” Wanda said with a smile. She was amazed. 

Peter dropped to his knees next to you, observing your sword closer. 

  “Allow me to explain.” Thor announced. “This enchanted weapon… Is one of a kind and over a thousand years old. I’ve gazed at it since I was a child. It chooses its owner. Only someone pure and in need of it can wield this sword. If anyone else tries to use it, it becomes dull and flimsy. It won’t cut anything. In the right hands, it’s supposed to be perfect. When Y/n came to Asgard, the sword sensed her presence. Heimdall says, it glowed. It chooses you, Y/n.”

With that, the sword began to glow a light purple and it subsided. 

Everyone gazed at you proudly. You smiled and a feeling of responsibility came over you. 

  “I’m at a loss for words.” You swallowed. The sword sung as you placed it in its scabbard. Then in its box. You grabbed the box, stood up, and looked at the ground as you walked towards the cabin, feeling all eyes on you. 

  “Why me? There must be a mistake.” You thought to yourself. 

…

You laid in bed thinking about your gift. You were unable to go back to sleep, so you decided to get up for the day. You got ready and before you left the room, you looked at the box again. 

  “Just one more look before I leave.” You thought to yourself. 

You opened the box again. Your heart stopped. The sword was now the size of a pocket knife!

  “THOR”’ You cried!

Thor arrived at the doorway within the minute. 

  “What’s the matter, Princess?”

  “Look!” You held up the knife.

  “So you can travel with it!” He chuckled.

  “How do I get it to be big again?”

  “You will it to.”

You nodded. “This is just… so weird.”

  “I envy you. I always wanted it for myself. But you deserve it. I hope I get to see you use it one day.” Thor quipped with a smirk. 

  “Oh… I couldn’t imagine hurting anyone…” 

  “What if there’s another invasion? You’d want it then.”

  “You're right. I must say… just holding it I feel so safe. Like I can defend myself. I don’t need to hide behind anyone. I also feel like I can protect others. I love that feeling.”

  Thor smiled and lifted you up in a hug. You left the sword in the box as Thor carried you out of the room.

  “I’m so proud of you sweet Y/n. I know that sword belongs to you and when I’m not here, it gives me peace of mind knowing you have great protection, and now you can better defend yourself.” Thor said. 

You hugged his neck tighter.

  “When I am here though… “ He trailed off. “I’m not so sure you can defend yourself.” 

  “What do you mean?” You asked confused. 

  “You can’t protect yourself from me!” He teased, laying you on the ground in the middle of the hallway upstairs. 

  “OH NO THOR COME ON!” 

  “MWAUHAHAHA!” Thor evilly laughed as he tickled all over your belly and sides.

 You just fell into laughter, not trying so hard to fight back. You just loved Thor and you dreaded him leaving. 

His large fingers roughly danced across your belly as you pushed at them yet you couldn’t manage to stop him as he tickled you. You just laid there and took it, laughing weakly. Thor chuckled and finally stopped, pulling you to your feet.

You blushed and playfully slapped his arm. 

He ruffled your hair. 

“Let’s go eat breakfast.” 

…

 “We’ve got to leave by 11:00am tomorrow.” Tony announced. 

There were frowns across the table. You felt a twinge in your chest. 

 ��“Well, how are we going to spend our last day?” Pepper asked, a smirk on her face, already knowing the answer. 

  “Oh I don’t know…” Tony started. “We could relax, play a few card games, swim, ride a few rollercoasters. I don’t know.” He said nonchalantly. 

You and Peter looked at each other with wide smiles. 

  “ROLLERCOASTERS?!” You and Peter shouted in unison. 

  “We’re leaving here around 10:30.” Tony smirked.

 After breakfast everyone scrambled to get ready to go to the amusement park. This felt like the perfect way to spend your last full day. You knew you were going to have so much fun and not have to spend the day thinking about leaving.

  You found yourself sitting on the living room floor playing chess with Peter, while Nat sat on the couch behind you, braiding your hair. You were patiently waiting to leave to go to the amusement park.

  “Stay still, silly!” Nat said, a bobby pin in her mouth. 

  “Sorry.” You said, focusing on the game.

 You made the last move as Peter cringed. You finally beat him!

  “WOO HOO!” You cheered as Nat tied the elastic in your hair. 

  “Ugggh! Congrats.” Peter groaned. “First you get a space sword and now you win chess. That’s not fair.”

You stood up doing a stupid victory dance. 

Peter tackled you down and you landed on his chest. You smiled down at him. Peter gazed into your eyes a second until you felt something snake around your side. You flinched and giggled as Peter grinned. You threw yourself to the ground next to him and began crawling away in an attempt to escape. Peter grabbed your ankle and pulled you to him. He trapped you in his legs as he tickled your foot. You squealed and thrashed but Peter just ignored you. 

  “PEHEHETER! I CAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!” You cried with laughter. 

  “This is what you get!”

  “PLEASE STAHAHAP!” 

Peter was surprised to hear that, so he let you go. You launched at him to attack but he brought you up onto his legs as he held your hands. You laughed.

  “You can’t do anything up there, can you?” He teased.

You didn’t say anything, you just used one finger to lightly tickle his palm. This made his spidey sense go crazy.

  “Ahh!” He whined. 

You laughed as he brought you back to the ground. You tackled him in a hug as he chuckled.

You blew a raspberry on his neck making giggles bubble out of his mouth. 

  “Y/N/N! Plehehehease! Nohohoho!” He laughed.

Peter had goosebumps all over his arms. He tickled at your tummy making you squeal and fight to tickle his tummy back. Your fingers made contact with his tummy and he grabbed your wrist while his other fingers danced across your belly button. You were having a full on tickle fight and it was if you were both losing. You tickled harder and so did he. 

  “TRUCE!” You both shouted in unison, pushing each other away. 

You both laid on the floor laughing. 

  “I am so excited to ride rollercoasters!” Peter said, his laughter subsiding. 

  “Me too! I’m ready to hurry up and go!”

  “Get in the car then, you dorks!” Bucky said hovering over you both. 

You smiled up at your dad. He pulled you up to your feet. 

  “Your hair looks cute.” He said sweetly. 

  “Thank you!” You said. 

…

You sat in the back with Steve. Sam and Bucky trapped Peter in between them so they could play the video game Tony had programmed onto the screens. You and Steve ignored their bickering. Nat and Thor rode with Wanda and Vis. Tony and Pepper were in the front as usual. 

 The drive was about an hour and a half. You and Steve talked about your new sword. You explained to him how it shrunk.

  “Thor says I have to will for it to go back to its normal size if I need to use it. Whatever that means.”

  “That’s really interesting. Let’s hope you don’t have to actually use it anytime soon.” Steve cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.

  “I just don’t understand…”

  “Understand what?” Steve asked. 

  “Why it… chose… me.” 

  “Of course it chose you!” Steve said gently gripping your cheeks in his hand, causing your face to squish up. “I know you. You’ll only ever use it for good. You have a good heart and you care about other people.” Steve said proudly

You blushed. “You really believe in me?” 

  “Aww. I’ll always believe in you, kid.” 

  “Thanks Steve.” You said. 

Steve kissed your nose. 

You laid your head on his shoulder.

Confidence built up in your chest. This sword did choose you. Maybe you weren’t meant to just be the young girl the Avengers saved. Maybe you were meant to take part in saving the world with them. Whatever that looked like. This felt like what you wanted to do with your life. Protect people. 

…

  “There it is!” Peter gasped, catching everyone’s attention.

You looked out the window to see the skyline of the amusement park. Rides soaring high in the air, rollercoasters with insane drops, and a free fall tower that made your stomach turn at just the thought of it. 

  “We have to go on that one first, Y/n!” Peter said excitedly. 

  “Yes! But we HAVE to sit in the very front!” You replied. 

  “She sounds like you.” Steve grumbled to Bucky, making him grin.

  “You’re not going to throw up this time, are you Steve?” Bucky chuckled. 

Steve rolled his eyes. Sam laughed too, having heard the story of the Cyclone. 

 It felt like forever for Tony to get a parking spot. Finally you all got out of the van and met up with the others, ready to go into the park together. Bucky lifted you up and put you on his shoulders. When you finally made it through checking and into the park, you and Peter scrambled to the nearest map to look for directions to the tallest, fastest coaster in the park. 

  The rest of the Avengers followed you through the park to the entrance of the ride. 

Tony got the premium fast passes so you guys practically jumped on the ride. You and Peter sat at the very front like you planned. Bucky and Sam got in the seat behind you. To everyone’s surprise, Steve and Tony got on behind Sam and Bucky. You and Peter thought this was the funniest thing ever. 

  “Come on Thor, get on with me!” Nat said, pulling Thor towards the seat.

  “Alright.” Thor said nervously. He wasn't sure what to think about this earthly contraption, but he was brave enough to give it a try. 

  Wanda made sure everyone was strapped in before she took her seat next to Vision even though the ride worker insisted he knew how to do his job. 

  The ride worker went through checking everyone and it felt eternity while you and Peter were leaned back taking deep breaths, trying not to sike yourselves out. You and Peter exchanged nervous/excited looks. Peter closed his eyes and he slowly slipped his hand in yours. You smiled to yourself and held his hand tight and that's when the ride pulled out. It went up the hill to the highest drop and you and Peter were giggling all the way up. You peaked through the seats behind you to see Sam had his eyes closed and looked scared to death while Bucky laughed at him.

  “You’re literally The Falcon!” Peter teased. 

  “I’m in control of that!” Sam yelled.

  “Here we go!” Peter shouted as you reached the top. 

You were so high up you could see for miles and the whole park down below. A breeze blew in your hair. Peter put his hands up and you gripped the handle bar in front of you. You were suddenly slowly being pulled forward and you reached the very tip of the hill. Then the ride began to drop you straight down the steep track. Your stomach dropped as the intense speed rushed through your body and you and Peter screamed like no tomorrow. You finally reached the bottom of the hill and all you could do was laugh and scream as you got jerked around the twists and turns. You finally got the confidence to put your hands up with Peter. Wanda was laughing with Vision. Natasha was laughing at Thor who was screaming like a girl. Tony and Steve were both trying not to throw up, and Bucky was laughing at Sam who was spitting out profanities. The ride came to an end as it pulled back in. 

  “FINALLY!” Sam shouted.

You and Peter cheered. 

Steve and Tony groaned.

  “THAT WAS AMAZING! AGAIN! AGAIN!” Thor shouted.

  “Anything for you Thor!” The young starstruck workers said, sending the coaster out again. 

  “NO!” Steve, Tony, and Thor cried while everyone else celebrated. 

  “Put your hands up on the drop this time!” Peter urged you. 

…

  After having a blast on three more of the giant roller coasters, everyone decided they were ready to eat. You all got your food and sat at a few tables eating. You and Bucky shared a large Coke. 

  “We should ride the teacups after this!” Peter suggested, mouth full of french fries.

  “NO!” Everyone chorused. 

  “Bad idea.” Steve laughed. 

You and Bucky finished your food, waiting for everyone else (Thor) to finish eating. You were rambling to Bucky about your favorite rides so far.

  “I’m glad you’re having fun!” He said sweetly. 

  “What should we ride next? I want to sit next to you on it!”

  “Hmm. How about this one?” Bucky said, wiggling his eyebrows. He pointed at the scariest looking ride at the park. The 300 ft drop tower. 

  “Oh…” You trailed off. 

  “You scared?” Bucky teased. 

  “No!” You fibbed. 

  “Aww don’t be scared!”

  “I’M NOT!”

  “Y/n/n! I know when you’re lying to meee!” Bucky said, gripping at your underarms, making your curl in on yourself. 

You started to giggle as Bucky tickled your underarms. You instinctively pulled back but he had you trapped good. 

  “Why are you trying to move away from me? Huh? Oh! Does that tickle?”” Bucky teased ruthlessly. 

  “N-nohohoho!”

  “More lies?! You know what happens when you lie to me! You get tickle time! Is that what you want?” Bucky pulled you onto his lap and held his metal arm under your back as he shook your left rib cage with his free hand. You cackled and blushed, pushing at his hand that was too strong to fight off. Bucky chuckled and leaned down to your ear. 

  “Why are you fighting me? I thought you liked being tickled!” He whispered, making you absolutely die inside. 

  “NO!” You shouted, embarrassed. 

Bucky just buried his face in your neck and began blowing raspberry after raspberry while his hand repeatedly squeezed your side. Your laughter turned raspy and silent as you practically died of ticklishness in Bucky’s arms. 

 Bucky sat you up in his lap and acted like nothing happened while you caught your breath and fixed your hair. 

  “So mean!” You cried, smacking his chest. 

Bucky just scrunched his nose at you before kissing your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile and butterflies found their way back to your stomach. 

…

 You rode many more rides, making sure you had the chance to sit next to everyone on at least one ride. Steve won you a giant stuffed wolf at the high striker. He also got his face painted and wore it proudly. You decided to get yours painted too, as Spider-Man. Once you were done, you tapped Peter’s back as he faced away from you. He turned around and gasped. He had no idea what you had picked.

  “I love it!” He said, picking you up and spinning you around.

  “Let me get a picture!” Wanda said, pulling out her camera. 

You and Peter pressed your cheeks together and smiled. This is probably one of your favorite pictures ever taken. 

Wanda had been eating cotton candy all day and definitely had a sugar rush. Thor had been eating all day, and didn’t seem to understand the concept of waiting in lines even with fast passes sometimes.

Tony had become the designated bag holder and constantly looking out to make sure Peter didn’t wander off. Nat was really enjoying this family time and she loved the big rides.

When you finally got on the teacups, you, Peter, Wanda, and Thor sat in one and were spinning it as fast as you could, laughing your heads off, while the rest just sat on the ride not even bothering to spin theirs while they relaxed and chatted, laughing at the four of you who would fly by screaming.

  You rode the backwards roller coaster with Tony as you insisted on seeing his reaction. He held onto you and laughed his sweet laughter while you squealed at the backwards drop. 

 You rode the tall swings with Bucky. You both sat behind Peter and Sam and got in trouble for continuously kicking the back of their seat while waiting for the ride to start. 

You sat between Steve and Natasha on the ship ride and Steve would place his hand on your chest when the ride would get to a really steep part to double make sure you wouldn’t fall out. 

  You and Wanda screamed as you went upside down on the loop de loop roller coaster. 

There was one roller coaster that was indoors and was in the dark with flashing lights. You rode that with Thor and cried with laughter at his reactions. 

  You rode the old bumpy wooden roller coaster with Sam and he swore it was going to break. 

There was a water ride that sat 8 people at a time and that was quite funny as you sat next to Peter and Natasha and would laugh your heads off when someone across from you would get splashed. Especially Sam and Bucky. 

Finally, it was time for the last ride of the day. The one you’d been dreading. The drop tower. You sat between Steve and Bucky. 

   “You’re gonna be okay. I got you. Remember, you’re brave!” Steve reassured you. 

You nodded as the worker pushed the lap bar in. 

Bucky just chuckled at you and squeezed your thigh. 

 The ride went up and you were actually enjoying the view. It wasn’t new to you, because Peter had brought you up on skyscrapers before.

  “Here we go!” Steve said, and with that the ride dropped making you scream while Steve and Bucky just laughed and laughed. 

  “Oh that was so scary!” You said as the ride slowed. 

  “That was underwhelming.” Peter said from next to Steve.

  “Because you're used to this feeling.” Tony said. “But so am I… Didn't scare me either. Just nearly lost my sunglasses."

…

You climbed in the van, tired and face hot from the sunshine.

  “Well, I say that was a great way to end the trip!” Pepper said from the front seat.

Everyone agreed. You and Peter raved about all the fun you had on the rides before you both ended up falling asleep on the way back to the cabin. You dreamt you were holding your shining sword on the rainbow bridge in Asgard. Thor and Loki were with you, teaching you how to use it. When you woke up, you were laying on Steve’s chest. He was also asleep. You pulled into the cabin ten minutes later and everyone climbed out of the van. 

  “I really want to cool off in the pool!” You said, running in to change into your swimsuit. 

  “I really want a cup of coffee.” Steve said tiredly. His hair was messy and Spider-Man face paint was smeared on his shirt. 

…

  Everyone was hanging out at the pool, swimming or chilling in the lounge chairs. You, Peter, and Thor were standing in a circle in the pool joking around. 

  “Well, this has been fun. I should be leaving here soon.” Thor said softly. 

  “How soon?” You and Peter asked in unison. 

  “The sun is setting, so it’s time.” He sighed. “My kingdom needs me to return.”

You felt your heart sink. You thought you wouldn’t have to say goodbye until tomorrow morning. Thor saw the sadness on your face and he brushed his thumb on your cheek. He got out of the pool and began drying off. He put his hand out to wield Mjolnir. You and Peter dried off as well and you put your cover up on. He got Mjolnir and his armor appeared back on his body. He went around saying his goodbyes. 

Peter hugged Thor, trying not to cry. He and Thor had become close on this trip. 

  “Sharing a room with a god wasn’t so bad afterall.” Peter sniffed.

Thor ruffled his hair. 

  “I look forward to when I see you again, Peter.”

Everyone said their goodbyes, except you. You waited. 

Thor turned to you and gestured for you to follow him out to the grass where he would leave. 

   “Princess…” Thor spoke softly, kneeling to your height. 

You looked at the ground, trying your best to fight the tears welling up in your eyes.

  “Hey.” Thor cooed, placing his index finger under your chin for you to look up at him. 

  “You are going to see me again, Y/n. I promise.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.” Thor reassured, eyes soft. “Who else is going to teach you how to use your new sword, huh?”

Your eyes twinkled. 

  “You’re meant to be something great. Never forget that, Princess.” He said, almost having to hold back tears himself. 

You stood there a moment, wracking your brain for what to say before he leaves. You couldn’t put how you felt into words. Only one sentence came close enough. You placed your hands on his shoulders and sighed. 

  “I- I love you.” 

You finally just let your tears flow. 

Thor’s eyes danced with love and he smiled. 

  “I love you, Princess.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him in a hug as he wrapped his strong arms around your torso. You sat there a minute before he finally stood up.

   He stood back, Mjolnir in hand. 

  “You better not be gone too long! Come back as soon as you can!” You urged. 

  “...Anything for you, Princess.” Thor whispered, winking at you. 

Even with teary eyes, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

And with that, he was gone. 

…

You entered the quiet cabin while everyone was still outside. The AC made your feet cold on the wooden floor. You walked upstairs with heaviness in your heart. You entered you and Natasha’s room. You opened the closet to look at your dress Thor gave you and your sword. You picked up what was currently a knife and stood in front of the mirror. You were going to try to will it back to its original size. You stood in a steady stance and began to focus, until something shiny caught your eye in the mirror. You turned around and saw the golden cup with rubies on your bedside table. You placed your tiny sword on the bed and walked over to the cup. There was a note attached to it. 

  A little something to cheer you up, in case you missed me already. -Thor

                                                                                              

You chuckled at the note and took a sip from the cup. 

Y/n and Thor’s Memories

Suddenly there was a loud thundering noise and a crash outside. Peter’s eyes widened. You knew that sound. You and Peter raced out to the white front porch. 

  “Hello roommate! I am here to keep you company and join you all on your… What do you call it? Vacation! Yes! Hahaha!” Thor laughed, referring to Peter as his roommate.   

“THOOOOR!” You screamed, running to his arms.He smiled brightly at you, lifting you up in the air before engulfing you in a big hug. You laughed with glee. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever. 

  “My sweet Y/n. I’ve missed you.” He said, kissing your cheek. 

  “I missed you so much.”

  “So uuuh… You’re going to be sharing the room with me?” Peter asked, shifting in his place, his hands resting awkwardly on his hips.

  “Yes! Haha it’s going to be great!” Thor said, tossing his hammer under a tree.

Peter thought “Wow. Sharing a room with a god is pretty freaking awesome. But this might be a disaster.”

 Thor rested you on his hip and carried you inside, following Peter.

 You waited on the back deck, talking with Thor about his latest adventures when you heard a loud scream from inside, startling you both. It sounded like bloody murder. Both you and Thor leapt to your feet. Thor pushed you behind him and stuck his arm out. VVVWWRAAAUUUMM! Thor wielded Mjolnir in his right hand. It took you a second to realize the scream belonged to Peter. You were scared. You knew this vacation was too good to be true. Some kind of trouble would follow you all here and it would be ruined. 

  “YOU BURN!” Tony yelled from inside the house. You’d never heard him yell like that. You gripped Thor’s shirt tighter. 

  “Th-Thor..” You whispered, shaking.

  “Shh baby, I’ve got this.” assured Thor as he made his way toward the door. 

Suddenly, a sprinting Peter pushed past him. “NOOOOOO!” 

Tony followed after him… with a can of sunscreen. You felt as if you just caught your breath. Thor snatched Peter up by the back of his shirt. 

  “What is this madness?” Thor asked angrily. 

  “HE’S TRYING TO PUT SUNSCREEN ON ME!” Peter screeched. 

  “YOU BURN TOO EASILY. I hate to break it to ya Pete, but you’re not stronger than the sun!” Tony shouted, pointing directly at the sun. 

You clutched your chest from the fear you had previously endured, but couldn’t help but start giggling. 

 “It has been a while since I’ve tickled Y/n.” Thor raised his eyebrow at you and a giant swarm of butterflies flooded your stomach. 

  “Go for it! She loves it!” Steve smirked. 

  “NO I DON’T!” You defended. 

Steve gave you that look and you gave him a shut up shut up shut up look. 

 “Yes! Get her, Thor!” Tony encouraged. 

Thor smirked and slowly stood up. You started giggling nervously, and took off running toward the house. You ran so fast through the grass that your flip flops flew off. You could hear him coming toward you, and right when you reached the steps, he caught you. You let out a scream and he just laughed evilly. He carried you like a baby back to his seat while you pathetically tried to get away. 

  “What’s the matter, princess?” Thor asked as he walked across the grass.  

  “Ihihihi aham scahahared!” 

  “Don’t be scared! I’m just spending time with my Y/n is all! I might make her laugh a bit!” Thor said in a terribly teasing tone. 

  “Ohohoho noooo.” You whined, super nervous and flustered. 

He plopped down with you in his seat and held you while you braced yourself. 

  “This is a very nice fire, isn’t it.” Thor asked everyone casually, still holding you like a baby. 

You looked up at him confused. Did he change his mind? He had a small smirk on his godly face and his blue eyes twinkled with mischief. Thor looked down at you and pretended to be shocked. 

  “Oh! Y/n! Haha I almost forgot! I was going to give you tickles!” He exclaimed and dug his wiggling fingers right into the middle of your tummy. Okay, THAT tickles. 

You began howling with laughter and a huge smile spread across Thor’s face. 

  “Y/n loves tickles!” He exclaimed, still tickling your tummy as you were stuck in his arms. 

You didn’t want to get away anyway, but you also did because of how much it tickled.

After a while of tummy tickling, he stopped and you caught your breath, a big smile on your face. 

  “On Asgard, we have different ways to tickle!” Thor began while you waited anxiously. “Do you know what it feels like to be pecked by a raven? Here, let me show you!” He teased as he began poking and wiggling each one of your ribs, while you squealed with laughter. He chuckled at you. 

He continued tickling your ribs for a while until he stopped again. 

   “Oh and do you know what it’s like when a dragon breathes fire?” He asked. 

You shook your head with a nervous smile. 

  “It’s like this!” He shouted before lifting you up, blowing multiple raspberries on your tummy. His raspberries were the most ticklish ones you’ve ever felt, and his beard added to it. Your laughter fell silent and he stopped again. 

 “Buck.. Steve… Thor wins.” You said catching your breath, referring to the question they asked you this morning. They both just laughed. 

  “I win what?” Thor asked. 

  “Your raspberries tickle the most!” You said bashfully. 

  “They do?” Thor asked with a grin. “What about my knee tickles?” He began squeezing and scribbling on your knees and you went straight back to squealing with adorable laughter in Thor’s arms, failing to escape the tickling on your sensitive knees. He then began to squeeze your thighs and you laughed like crazy. It tickled so much you thought you might die. 

  “Tickle tickle tickle!” Thor taunted as he now began to dig into your underarms. You fell in and out of silent laughter. 

  “THOHOHOR! STAHAHAP! THAT TIHIHICKLES!” You shouted through your laughter. This was unbearable.

  “It’s supposed to tickle, Y/n/n! I’m tickling you!” Thor said. 

  “I CAHAHAN’T!” You wheezed.

Thor chuckled and had mercy on you while you caught your breath. 

  “Would you like for me to stop?” He asked, still laughing along with you. 

You didn’t want to say “yes” and you didn’t have the courage to say “no,” so you just kept giggling. 

  “I’ll take that as a “no!”’ Thor grinned, before reaching down to scribble the bottom of your feet. 

You laughed so hard that you had to get him to stop, so you reached up and tickled his neck. He laughed his low, handsome laugh. 

  “Hey! I’m the one tickling you!” He teased sweetly, before scribbling all over your neck and collarbones. He had tickled you so much that your laughter had become hoarse and he knew you had enough. 

  “Did that tickle?” He asked with a big smile, while gently tickling your belly button. 

  “Yehehes!” You giggled. 

  “Good!” He said, ceasing his tickling and giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

Suddenly, Thor burst through the door. 

  “Princess, you are hereby sentenced to grounding for running off!” He declared. “Young Peter has also been banished. I locked him in the closet.” He joked, as he dramatically stormed toward you. 

  You burst out laughing at him as he snatched you up, making sure to be careful with your leg, and threw you over his shoulder while you giggled.

 “Thor. I need your help.” You said to the god who was currently relaxing in a hammock. He jumped to his feet. 

  “Anything for you, Princess!” He said in an up-beat tone, but his face fell when he saw yours. 

  “I want you to take me to Asgard. I want to go right now.” You almost demanded. 

  “Now? But what about the others? Wouldn’t you want to tell them?”

  “All I need is you, Thor, please. You promised.” You began to cry. 

Sorrow and confusion filled Thor’s eyes. He wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do, but he sighed and wielded Mjölnir.

  “Anything for you, Princess…”

Thor lifted you up and wrapped you tightly in his arms, lifting the magnificent hammer to the sky. 

 “Heimdall!” 

You clutched your chest in awe. In front of you stood the golden kingdom, and you stepped down onto the rainbow bridge. Tears filled your eyes. 

  “Thor… it’s more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined. I don’t even deserve to be here.” You awed. 

  “Of course you do! I have always wanted to bring you here. I knew you’d love it.” He beamed. 

  “Love is an understatement.” You whispered in amazement, walking on the bridge towards the kingdom. 

 You and Thor were now sitting out on a balcony off the side of the castle. You both were lounging on a soft, dark purple couch with matching gold pillows, sharing a warm drink out of a fancy golden cup decorated with rubies. 

  “I think we should stay here forever, Thor.”

Thor smirked, taking the cup from you and setting it aside. “You play too much, Princess.” He growled, tackling you into the pillows, tickling your tummy. 

You shrieked in surprise before being consumed in uncontrollable laughter. Thor laughed his low, handsome laugh as he tickled you. You blushed as his large hands wrapped almost all the way around your torso, digging his thumbs into the middle of your tummy. 

  “Ticklish Princess! That’s what you are!” He stated casually, looking down at you adoringly. 

  “I AM NOHAHAHAT!”

  “Now, now, why are you lying? Tell me!” He teased, slipping his hands under your arms. 

Your laughter went up an octave. You tried to thrash around but Thor effortlessly held you in place. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t due to your laughter. Your cheeks and ears burned bright red. Thor couldn’t help but smile at you. He always adored you. You had grown up over the years, but this was something he knew you’d never grow out of. 

   “THOHOHOR! Nohohoho! Not there!” You shrieked as he wiggled his fingertips roughly (but always gently) into your ribs. You tried to turn on your side, but still, you were stuck. 

  “Why are you trying to protest? I know you love tickles!” Thor laughed. 

You swore you turned like 100 shades redder. 

  “No! Thahahahat’s not true!!” You shouted through your laughter, flustered. 

  “Oh, it’s not? Okay, I’ll stop.” Thor said, letting you go and crossing his arms against his chest. 

How dare he stop!

You stared at him with a shocked expression, a smile gracing your lips. He sat back, arms still folded, and a sly smirk on his face. 

  “Hey!” You giggled, scribbling your fingers against his chest.  

  “Haha! I knew you wouldn’t want me to stop.” He laughed, prying your hands away and latching his hands around your sides, squeezing. 

Your bubbly laughter came back and eventually increased when Thor began fluttering his fingers around your neck. You scrunched your shoulders only to trap his fingers. 

  “Okahahhahay! Okahahay! I cahahan’t take ihihit!” You exclaimed, meaning it this time. 

  “But I thought you liked it!” Thor teased, tormenting your sensitive neck and collarbones. 

  “Nohoho!” Your laughter went silent and Thor knew to let up. 

You caught your breath while you and Thor leaned back into the pillows facing each other. 

Loki swung open a beautiful wardrobe and began shuffling through dresses. Thor began playing with your hair. 

“We always wanted a little sister.” Thor admitted. 

You smiled at yourself as you watched Thor braid your hair.   

“This is the one.” Loki announced, holding up a dress that you couldn’t help but gasp at.   

“For me?!” You asked.

Thor and Loki nodded. They left so you could put it on. 

  You twirled in front of the mirror in your floor length, long sleeved, lavender Asgardian dress. You felt like a princess.  

 “You look lovely!” Loki said with a clap.  

 “Thank you, Loki.” You smiled.  

 “I’m glad you like it, because it’s yours, Princess.” Thor said.  

“She had my permission. I wouldn’t have taken her if it wasn’t completely safe.” Thor added. 

  “You cannot honestly say that it was completely safe.” 

  “With me? I can honestly say that. If you think I would put Y/n in any harm-” Thor, angry, got very close to Steve. 

You smiled at her and jumped to your feet in the middle of the living room in front of everyone, ready to tell them everything. 

  “SO. Thor lifted his hammer and the next thing I know-” You began excitedly, going into every detail, gushing over the experience. 

Everyone smiled, eagerly listening, as you stood in your stunning purple dress telling them the story. 

  Thor leaned against the wall, beaming with pride. He really loved you and he was proud that he helped you and you were yourself again. 

“I’m gonna restart it.” You said for the fifth time. 

  “I’m sure you’re doing a lovely job, Y/n.” Thor encouraged. 

 Suddenly, Tony stepped out on the porch. He was nearly ready and you could smell his cologne. You liked that smell. 

 “Hey Nat, you’ve got a call from Barton.” Tony said, holding up his phone. 

 “Oh okay, I’ll be right there. Thor, can you finish her hair, please?” She asked, stepping inside. 

 “Of course!” Thor said, standing up. Your progress on the new braid fell from his hair. 

 “Aww. That one was looking straighter!” You whined. 

Thor chuckled and began running his fingers on the nape of your neck, collecting your hair. It made you shiver and scrunch your shoulders. 

 “Does that tickle?” He asked with a smirk. 

You got butterflies and blushed, but you nodded. 

 “Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” He asked, sarcasm in his voice. 

You rolled your eyes and let him finish your hair. 

When he was done, he picked you up and threw you high in the air, making you shriek. He caught you and you giggled. 

 “Well, I was going to say we could have a fire tonight, but it looks like there’s a storm coming through the night.” Tony said, catching everyone’s attention. 

  “WOW. WAIT TO GO, THOR! WAY TO RUIN EVERYTHING!” You joked, making everyone laugh. 

  “Y/N Buchanan I will fight you in the middle of this restaurant, right here right now.” He threatened jokingly. 

You gave him a challenging smirk. 

Thor pulled you to the ground by surprise and laid you face up on his chest and held your arms above your head, and wrapped one of his legs around both of your legs. 

  “Natasha, if you’d like to tickle Y/n, now is your opportunity!” Thor said. 

  “NOHOHOHO! I’ve been tickled so much today! I can’t take any more!” You lied. 

  “Sure you can!” Nat teased, dancing her long nails all over your neck. 

You laughed for the millionth time today, but Nat’s tickles were different. Her long nails caused a ticklish sensation that Steve or Tony didn’t have. Their tickles were more rough, and hers were gentler, but still would drive you quite mad. 

  “Nahahat! Plehehehase! Nohohot my neheheck!” 

  “Tummy it is then!” She giggled, dancing her fingers on your belly under your shirt. 

You squealed and laughed while Thor held you in place. He was smiling ear to ear, and thought it would be funny to blow some raspberries on the back of your neck. 

   “These sides look luscious!” Nat teased, now moving to scribbling your sides. 

You fell between your belly laughter and silent laughter, which everyone found very amusing. 

Nat was now pinching your hips while Thor squeezed you in a hug and was rubbing his beard on your neck. You just giggled, because this didn’t tickle quite as badly as before, and you were quite loving being loved-on at the moment. 

“Y/n… I might be gone for long periods of time, but it’s only because I am needed on Asgard,  or elsewhere. It does not mean that I do not miss you. You are so special to me, little one.”

  “You’re special to me too.” You launched into his arms and hugged him, making him chuckle.

  “Thank you for telling me the truth, Y/n.”

  You gave him a small smile and a nod. 

“Let’s go to bed now.” Thor said, lifting you up off the counter and setting you down. 

Tony allowed Peter to drive the car back to the cabin. You sat in the passenger’s seat and Thor sat in the back. You had all the windows rolled down, blasting music. Peter was singing at the top of his lungs with you. Thor didn’t really know any of the music, but he enjoyed it as he was eating a party size bag of potato chips. It was a great time all the way back to the cabin.

Thor smiled and lifted you up in a hug. You left the sword in the box as Thor carried you out of the room.

  “I’m so proud of you sweet Y/n. I know that sword belongs to you and when I’m not here, it gives me peace of mind knowing you have great protection, and now you can better defend yourself.” Thor said. 

You hugged his neck tighter.

  “When I am here though… “ He trailed off. “I’m not so sure you can defend yourself.” 

  “What do you mean?” You asked confused. 

  “You can’t protect yourself from me!” He teased, laying you on the ground in the middle of the hallway upstairs. 

  “OH NO THOR COME ON!” 

  “MWAUHAHAHA!” Thor evilly laughed as he tickled all over your belly and sides.

 You just fell into laughter, not trying so hard to fight back. You just loved Thor and you dreaded him leaving. 

His large fingers roughly danced across your belly as you pushed at them yet you couldn’t manage to stop him as he tickled you. You just laid there and took it, laughing weakly. Thor chuckled and finally stopped, pulling you to your feet.

You blushed and playfully slapped his arm. 

He ruffled your hair. 

End of Y/n and Thor’s Memories

  You opened your eyes and sat on the bed, the happiest feeling danced in your chest. You felt so thankful that you got to make so many great memories on this trip. You heard laughter coming from outside.

You walked over to the open window and placed your hands on the sill. You saw your family surrounding the pool. The sky was falling dark and the string lights and tiki torches were lit. Steve was hanging Peter over the pool by his ankle and everyone was laughing. Tony was getting a fire started in the firepit as Pepper brought out marshmallows, Hershey bars, and graham crackers. 

  “It’s not over yet.” You whispered to yourself and left your room to join them.

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[tickles-in-ficland]

BOREDOM

Summary: Y/N tries to avoid getting homework done by bugging two Demigods. It doesn’t go in her favor…or does it 😉

Word Count: 2,088

Pairings: Ler!Thor Ler!Loki Lee!Reader

You were bored. With everyone on missions or spending time with their families, you needed some entertainment. Being the youngest on the team along with Parker, Stark was making you stay home this weekend and finish homework. Even being an Avenger, school was still important. You argued and insisted that you attend the mission but Stark had the final word.

You’d been “working” on your homework for an hour and decided to take a break and wander the compound. You thought, minus maybe Pepper who was usually in her office you’d be alone. Much to your surprise you saw two demigods sitting in the lounge area. Your lips curled up into a smile. They hadn’t seen you enter the room and you figured you’d sneak up and spook the brothers.

Before you could take a step, without looking up from his book you heard Loki speak.

“There’s no use in trying to sneak up on us Y/N. I know you’re behind me.”

“Ugh! No fair Loki.” you pouted crossing your arms. “How’d you even know I was there?”

“Darling.” Loki scoffed as he closed his book and turned his head to look at you. “You’re talking to the God of Mischief. You can’t get anything past me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at Thor who wore an amused smirk on his face.

“He is unfortunately right young Y/N. Even as kids, I could never best him.” Thor chucked. “But it matters not because you shouldn’t even be down here. Didn’t Stark order you to finish your school work?”

“I uh, decided to take a break.” you said clearing your throat. “Needed to get some air and all that.”

“Ah.” Thor nodded, not entirely convinced by your answer. “Well my brother and I will be here should you need us. Back to it.”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Wait a minute! Stark kept you guys from the mission to be my BABYSITTERS?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way exactly…” Thor started but glancing over at Loki who was clearly amused by your reaction, spoke up.

"Oh I would." he said with a deep chuckle. “Yes. Stark asked us to make sure you did as you were told. Seeing as last time you were left unattended you did not finish your school work and failed an assignment.”

Your pout only furthered more at Loki’s words. “I’m not a baby. I don’t need to be watched.” you said with a stomp of your foot, digging your metaphorical hole deeper.

The brothers both raised an eyebrow in amusement. You huffed, knowing you’d proven their point.

“Okay fine. But I do need a break. I’m bored up there. Can I hang out with you guys for a little while. Pleeeeease?” you asked looking between the two with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster.

Going over to Thor, who you knew was the softie of the two, you wrapped your arms around his big torso and looked up at him. “Please Thor? We don’t hang out enough. We are always off doing missions or you guys go back to Asgard and I miss you.”

Thor looked down at you with a soft smile as he stroked your hair gently. The brothers had grown quite fond of you since you’d joined the team. Being the youngest of them, they felt protective of you like big brothers. The world was harsh and it didn’t hurt to have two demigods on your side. You knew Thor was a pushover, it would be Loki that would be the tough one to crack.

“Brother.” Thor said putting his arm around you affectionately. “Why don’t we let the young maiden take a break from her studies? Surely it won’t hurt to take some time to enjoy the company.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed you, his hands on his hips. He pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a sigh of defeat. “Fine. But only for a short while. I don’t want to deal with Stark when he comes home and Y/N has yet to finish her school work.”

“YAY!” you cheered throwing your arms around Loki.

Not expecting the sudden impact, Loki stumbled a bit but gave you a small pat on the shoulder. He wasn’t much for affection like his brother, but you knew he cared for you nevertheless.

“I mean it Y/N.” he chastised. “Only a short break and then you are to return to your studies. Understood?”

“Yeah yeah sure.” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand.

Sure enough, you break went by entirely too quick. You were curled up on the couch, watching tv with your head on Thor’s shoulder when suddenly the tv clicked off.

“Hey!” you shouted looking over at Loki who shrugged. “What gives?”

“Breaks over. As agreed, it is time to go back upstairs. Should you need assistance with your work, you may call one of us and we will do what we can. We are fairly well versed in Midgardian studies. But until then, off you go.”

“No.” you said confidently crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Loki asked closing his book and looking at you incredulously.

“You heard me.” you snarked back, folding your arms once again in defiance. “I said no. N-O spells no.”

You heard Thor snort laugh behind you. He knew how this was going to end but you were digging your own grave and he was enjoying himself.

Loki scoffed a laugh before standing up and approaching the couch, where you and Thor sat.

“Y/N….” Loki said in a warning tone. “This isn’t going to end well for you darling. I’d stop while you’re ahead.”

“I don’t want to do my school work today. Maybe tomorrow.” you said reaching for the remote only to have it disappear in a green flash.

“Hey! Not fair. You can’t use magic to hide things.”

“Oh well.” he shrugged while a smile tugged at his lips. “Off you go.” he said reaching for your hand only for you to shake your head.

“I said no Loki.”

Loki sighed. “Then you leave me no choice.” he said with a fake pained expression on his face.

“For whAT?” you let out a squeak as Loki tackled you to the couch and with little effort had pinned your hands to your sides.

“Lohoki! What the hehell?!” you said nervous giggles building in your chest.

“I’m going to make you regret telling me no. Stark said to use whatever method we needed, to make sure you were not going to skip your schooling. This seems like a great way to do so.”

Opening your mouth to protest was cut short as you felt ten fingers find purchase on your sides. Sporadic giggles began to escape your lips as you tried to twist and turn away from the tickly feeling.

“Lohohoki!” you squealed as his nimble fingers worked their way up your sides.

Loki’s dark chuckle told you that he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“Brother, if you wouldn’t mind I could use some assistance.” Loki chided. “The young maiden is quite squirmy.”

“Certainly, dear brother.” you heard Thor chuckle behind you.

You felt slight weight in your shoulders and looked up to see the flowy blonde hair hair dangling above your face, Thor grinning at you through it.

“Thohohor! Hehelp!”

Thor smiled affectionately at you. “I would count myself a fool to challenge my brother. A lesson you dear Y/N have yet to learn.” He chuckled before fluttering his fingers along your neck, eliciting more squeals as you shook your head trying to evade his fingers.

Loki leaned forward toward your face. “Now darling. Are we going to behave now and do as Stark has requested or shall we continue this?” he asked halting his fingers for a few moments.

You took in deep breaths at the momentary reprieve. Truthfully you didn’t hate it. No one really knew but you had a feeling the Asgardian was catching on.

You smirked at the God of Mischief, playfulness dancing in your eyes. The twinkle in your eye caught Loki’s attention and a full grin spread across his face.

“You like this. Don’t you, young one? It’s why you’re being so defiant. You wanted this to happen.” he said starting to snake his fingers up your rib cage, bubbly giggles once again pouring from your lips.

“I do not understand.” You heard Thor question behind you.

As if you weren’t apart of the conversation, Loki continued his tickle attack. Your infectious laughter ringing through the room as you weakly batted at his hands.

“Have you not noticed, that our young friend here has not asked me to stop once? She has been given opportunity to yield and yet she responds with words she knows will get her in trouble?” Loki asked. “She LIKES this. She WANTED this. Isn’t that right little one?” Loki questioned you, his nimble fingers now reaching under your arms, arguably your worse spot.

“LOHOHOKIHIHI!” your hard belly laughter raising several octaves. Pushing on his hands did nothing. He was a God after all and his strength was no match for yours. “PLEHEHEASE! GAHAHAH!” your legs kicked wildly behind him.

Thor smirked as he too realized. “Ah. I see now. She’s yet to ask either of us to stop. Is that right Y/N? You enjoy the tickles, do you not?” Thor chuckled as his fingers made contact with your neck once again, a scream of laughter erupting from you.

Your cheeks a bright crimson color as you turned your head trying to avoid eye contact as the two Asgardians tickled you mercilessly.

“Come on darling. Just admit it. You like this.” Loki teased.

“NEHEVER!”

“Very well.” Thor sighed jokingly. “Brother, if you will.” he said gesturing for Loki to step aside. “Hold her please.”

“Nonono! Thohohor!” you squealed your eyes pleading.

In an instant, the two brothers had switched places with Loki now holding you down with little effort as Thor positioned himself at your waist.

“Now then.” Thor continued “Is my brother correct in his assumptions?”

You bit your lip to bite back a giggle. “Mahahaybe.” you admitted closing your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hehey!” Thor’s deep laugh rang through the room. “Look at me Y/N.”

When your eyes remained shut, Thor dug his fingers deep in your hip, causing a boisterous laughter to come out. You peaked at him with one eye and saw him looking at you with a gentle smile.

“It is nothing to be embarrassed by. Actually, it is adorable. Don’t you agree brother?” he asked looking at Loki who remained sitting at your head, occasionally fluttering his fingers in your neck.

“Indeed it is brother. What I don’t understand is why she shields her enjoyment of it.”

You sighed but a small smile played on your lips. Thor and Loki had released their hold on you, allowing you to sit up.

“Because. It’s not something most people enjoy. I grew up an only child. My parents worked all the time. I wasn’t given affection much as a child. And then…” you continued. “The…thing happened to me and I became a part of this team, this…family and for the first time I felt like I had brothers and sisters and… friends.” you stopped for a moment wiping your eyes.

“Heyyy.” Thor said pulling you to his chest and rubbing your shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s okay to want affection. As a young child you were deprived of what you craved most. It is natural to want that.”

“I hate to agree with my brother.” Loki chimed in which made you let out a muffled laugh in the crook of Thor’s shoulder. “But he is right. And if you need us to step in and be your big brothers, then that is what we shall be.”

You sighed in relief this time, a smile, a real smile this time gracing your face. “Thank you both. I really was bored though.”

“Well then.” Loki chuckled as he patted your shoulder. “We have been distraction enough. As agreed it’s time to return to your studies.”

You looked at him with a slight pout, twiddling your thumbs. “Would um…could you…” you asked embarrassed still.

“She wants us to continue brother.”

Thor grinned at you. “And what kind of big brothers would we be if we said no?” he asked before tackling you on the couch again, your deep laughter once again echoing through the room, your honorary big brothers tickling you to pieces.

Your homework long forgotten.

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[mymelodymia]

Tickles // Dad!thor x daughter!reader

summary: your father gets back at you after pranking him.

Warnings: thor being evil >:/

Age: 14

Area/place: asgard.

A/N: I've been obsessed w/ dad!thor recently, pls don't judge me lol. Also it's hard writing a tickle fic when you haven't been properly tickled in probably over 2 years, but i feel most comfortable writing them so...

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You had just gotten back from visiting the team on Midgard on your own. Your father was lying on his bed, bored, playing with his long blonde hair.

You had also bought a plastic version of his hammer to prank him with.

You walked in wearing an avengers t-shirt, holding the toy in your right hand. Trotting into the large bedroom with an innocent smile on your face.

He sat up quickly to greet you with a childish grin on his face, which immediately fell when he saw you with his "hammer" in your tight grasp.

His eyes flickered between your "hammer" and his own, which had been sitting atop his bedside.

You giggled before speaking "see, told you i was worthy" you smirked as he panted in confusion. You tossed the fake hammer into his lap. He smiled as he realized that it was plastic.

"I got you didnt i?" You asked him, grinning sheepishly to yourself. thor wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and resting his head atop yours.

He wiggled his fingers on your side causing you to jump. You slapped his fingers away as he chuckled.

"You did. But, i will get my revenge" thor noted in a breathy tone. Your smirk fell as his expression transformed into a mischievous one.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being quickly pulled onto his lap with thors fingers digging into your sides. You screamed various protests to somehow stop your father.

Thor quickly bent down and blew the biggest raspberry he could just above your belly button. You screamed so loud you were sure the whole realm could hear you, and a few others.

"DAAHAHAHAHAHAHDD!! STOOHOAHAHAHPPP!! PLEEHEHEHHHHSSES!! AAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA" you spoke, clawing at your father.

"I thought you had outgrown this years ago!" Thor bellowed, he held you still easily, due to your size difference.

Before you know it, your dad was hovering over you and was sitting on your legs, which were kicking frantically to try to escape.

He blew another raspberry on your neck this time as he counted your ribs. You felt your eyes water as you screamed once again.

"Tell me, daughter, where does it tickle most?" Thor asked you, "here?" He added before blowing a quick raspberry on your neck. "Or here?" He asked, blowing a longer raspberry on your stomach, not even giving you time to process his words.

He stopped ticking for a moment so you could answer. "My tummy" you panted in between breaths.

"Good, now i know where to focus." Thor stated as you realized what a mistake you had made telling him this.

"NOO-AHHHHHAAAAAHAHAAHAHHAH!!! DAHADDHEDDDDYYYY PLEAHHEHHAHEHSSESS STOOOPPPP!" you begged as he showed no mercy.

He blew three more raspberrys before letting you go. With tear-stains on your cheeks, you punched him in the shoulder just as lady sif burst through the door.

"What happened?! I thought one of you was being killed! I was halfway across the palace when i heard some blood-curdling scream! D@mn it thor!" She cursed, slamming the door as she shook her head.

You and thor busted into laughter as she walked out.

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[valiantphantomangel]

Double trouble

"Alright, you made your point now PUT ME DOWN"

Thor said that you were so light, he could lift you with one arm and you (of course) told him that that wasn't true.

"I don't think so yougn maiden, see my brother alerted me that you were ones again sleeping less then 4 hours, which made it that you lost weight" Thor said.

"Alright one: why is Loki watching me and two: that is not true"

" Darling, you should know better then to lie to the god of mischief" By hearing his voice you knew you were in trouble.

Loki walked towards you with that stupid grin on his face, he nodded to Thor and before you could blink you were pinned on your back with Loki straddling your waist and Thor holding your arms above your head.

One thing crossed your mind 'im screwed'.

You hat seen how ruthless the brothers were when it came to tickling and flustering, poor Tony hat once irritated Loki or how he called him reindeer games, that was one mistake he will never make again.

And now you were in his position only now you also hat to deal with Thor and knowing them you knew they would tease you into oblivion.

The very smug looking god just sat there watching you, the anticipation killing you.

"Just get on with it" you muttered under your breath.

Loki leaned forward, resting on hand beside your head and whispered "It almost looks like you want this, us tickling you until you fall asleep exhausted from your laughter" the blush on your face gave him his answer.

"Seems like our mortal friend wants to get tickled to sleep dear brother" Thor said having heard the entire thing his brother said.

Both of them immediately went for your dead spots, not wasting any time.

"AHHHAHAHAHAHAH THOHOHOHR LOKHIHIHIH STOP"

"i don't think so, you brought this upon yourself" Loki said kneading into the middle of your ribs, while Thor was busy with you underarms.

"HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH"

"you look absolutely adorable" your already red face turned almost crimson.

Eventually they let up seeing that you needed to breath.

"Tell me love, are your knees ticklish too"? That smug son of a gun was really out to fluster you wasn't he.

"No there not"!!

"Really, i don't believe that" you felt his weight shifted and his hands were on your knees.

"Loki wait we can talk about tHIHIHIS LOKIHIHIHI"

Then if that wasn't enough, Thor now hat full access to the ribs.

"THOHOHOHR NOHOHOHO"

This went on for what felt like hours, but it finally stopped.

Your head laid on Thor's shoulder and feet on Loki's lap, you fell into a deep sleep with someone playing with your hair.

#thor odison imagine #thor odison x reader #loki tickle #ler!loki #ler!thor #marvel tickle #tickle fic #ticklish!reader #sleep deprived #loki god of mischief #loki laufeyson

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Can't Wake a Sleeping Beast

Word count: 3,800

Pairing: Various (Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Nat, Bucky, Loki) x female reader (all platonic, although Loki has a crush on you because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF DAMNIT 😂😂)

Warnings: None I can think of - mild swearing maybe?

So normally I don't write for this many characters, but I wrote a slightly modified version of this prompt requesting a fic with the six original Avengers, Bucky, and Loki trying to wake a sleeping reader. I don't specify below that the reader is the youngest of the team, but you are welcome to assume so as you read! 😊

(Also - there's no good casual gifs of the entire team, so... please accept this gif from the trip to the shwarma place at the end of Avengers 😂)

"Are you ready for the most exciting sporting event in history?!"

You plunked yourself down on the sofa beside Loki, grinning enthusiastically. Your upbeat tone was a stark contrast to your eyes, however. With puffy, darkened circles under your eyelids and a tinge of redness to the once white-colored outer edges of your eyes, it was obvious you were absolutely exhausted.

"Agent... how much sleep did you get last night?" Loki asked knowingly. You scowled at his chastising.

"I got plenty of sleep. I'm fine."

"Really? Because your eyes are telling me otherwise."

"Hey!" You folded your arms indignantly across your chest.

"I know you're not from Earth and all, but that's no way to speak to a lady," Steve chimed in as he and Bucky entered the common room, both taking a seat on an empty sofa. Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I simply mean to say that you appear to be very tired. And I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself into the young hours of the morning."

Your cheeks blossomed with color as your hardened expression faltered. "I went to bed plenty early enough, thank you very much. Plus, I slept in this morning."

"Oh? And what time did you awaken, then?"

"8AM."

"And what time did you go to sleep?"

You hesitated, taking a moment to think. "4AM."

Tony had just walked in at that moment, snorting in amusement. "Wow. That's even later than I went to bed. And that's saying something."

"You're not helping," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at the billionaire. "Anyway... can we please stop harping on my sleeping habits and get ready to watch the first game?"

"Are you certain you'll even be capable of staying awake?" Loki chided.

"For the World Cup? Absolutely. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

"Ten bucks says she falls asleep by halftime," Tony goaded, smirking at you from his armchair across the room. You scoffed, refusing to offer him a verbal response.

"Agent - you are well aware that once you fall asleep, it is nearly impossible to awaken you?" Loki teased.

"I will not fall asleep!"

Loki snickered. "Whatever you say."

You had been ranting about the upcoming World Cup for months now. Most sports were rather boring to you, but soccer games always had you on your feet cheering for your favorite team. Your enjoyment of the sport had rubbed off on your teammates - even Loki found himself interested in watching the games, finding it amusing how little protective gear these Midgardians would wear despite how violent the game could get.

And, perhaps, part of him just enjoyed the sport because you enjoyed it.

As the first game was beginning, Thor burst into the common room with a frantic expression on his face.

"Have I missed the coin toss?!" he fretted.

"Nah, you're just in time, big guy," Steve assured, chuckling as Thor's face melted with relief.

"Where are the others?" he queried as he took the seat on the opposite side of you on the sofa.

"Oh, they'll be in and out I'm sure," Tony responded flippantly.

"Bruce and Clint don't appreciate soccer as much as we do," you griped. "And Nat had a couple errands to run before she could join us."

"Agent!" Thor's attention suddenly turned to you, his brows furrowed with worry. "You appear to be exhausted! Are you alright?"

"Ah-ah - don't mention how tired she looks," Tony warned, whispering loudly enough for you to hear. "She gets grumpy when you talk about it."

"Alright, I'm ignoring all of you." You crossed your arms once again, leaning back against the sofa.

The first game finally began, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the initial kickoff intently. Intermittently, there would be a chorus of shouting as the favored team got close to the opponent's goal. Notably, you suddenly stopped joining in on the hollering about halfway through the first half. Loki hadn't expected you to fall asleep that quickly, but he didn't dare look at you to find out, for fear you'd become sour again.

And then your head suddenly slumped over onto Loki's shoulder.

"Are you awake, darling?" he whispered, turning his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and steady with a slight raspy snoring undertone. The sight was simply adorable.

"You weren't kidding about her being tired," Bucky observed at the end of the half, gazing at you incredulously as you snored away against Loki's shoulder. Tony clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Where's my ten bucks? I called it!"

"Shh! You'll wake the young maiden, Stark!" Thor scolded in a hushed tone. Loki laughed at that, earning a glare from his brother. "Do you not care that she is clearly exhausted?"

"No, no it isn't that. I just find it amusing that you believe a simple clapping noise would be enough to wake her," Loki chuckled. "The girl sleeps like the dead. It's near impossible to wake her."

"And how would you know that?" Steve asked warily. Loki felt an involuntary wave of heat rush to his face at the implication.

"I've come across her napping in the common areas of the tower before. Believe me - it's very difficult to wake her."

It was true - Loki tended to wander the tower at late hours of the evening, much later than any of the others. On numerous occasions, he'd found you sleeping on the sofa, or napping with your forehead pressed against your forearms at the kitchen table, having attempted to stay up too late to watch a film or get some work done and passed out before you could drag yourself to bed.

At first, he'd simply let you be. What should it matter to him where you slept? Clearly you managed to get yourself to bed eventually, as you were never in the same spot the following morning. Perhaps you enjoyed napping for a bit before heading off to bed for the evening?

Then Loki began to realize that the nights he discovered you sleeping outside of your bedroom were the nights you'd overworked yourself. Hours upon hours in the training room... pouring over blueprints and maps in preparation for a mission... even just completing your paperwork sometimes took precedence over sleep in your list of priorities. So he began to try to wake you whenever he found you sleeping in a position that appeared uncomfortable.

The problem was - nothing would get you to wake up.

It was clear you were still living - you were always breathing (often snoring, in fact) so Loki didn't fear something terrible had happened to you. But nothing he attempted could ever get you to awaken. Eventually, he'd simply taken to just scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room to put you to bed.

He imagined you must become confused those mornings that followed, finding yourself tucked into your own sheets despite never having brought yourself there in the first place. So, eventually, he told you the truth. Since then, it'd become a sort of joke between the pair of you - Loki teased you for sleeping like a corpse, and you teased him right back for having so much concern over where you slept. It was enough to make him feel confident that you didn't mind him looking after you on those nights.

"She will surely injure her neck if she sleeps like that for long," Thor worried, observing the way your head was tilted awkwardly to the side.

"Yes... I suppose you're right." Carefully, Loki reached around your back to grasp your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie down properly with your head resting on his leg. Thor followed suit, scooping your legs up off the floor to rest them across his own lap.

"There, now. She must be much more comfortable," Thor declared happily, patting your knee affectionately. Loki hummed in agreement.

You remained asleep through the entire second half of that first game. With a bit of a break between games, the boys began to discuss your exhaustion once again.

"She's probably gonna be really upset that she missed the first game..." Bucky pondered aloud. "We let her sleep for an hour, do you think we should try to wake her up now?"

"Good luck with that, Barnes," Loki snickered. "I'm telling you - nothing will awaken the sleeping beast."

"I don't believe it." Bucky rose to his feet, pacing over to the sofa you were resting on. Loki gazed up at him expectantly, motioning for him to try. He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently for a moment. You didn't even stir.

"Honestly - is that the best you can do?" Loki taunted with a haughty laugh.

"I wanted to go easy on her." He grasped your arm with his metal hand and shook you harder, causing your head to jostle around against Loki's leg a bit.

Nothing.

"Hang on, let me try," Tony interjected, wandering over to stand beside Bucky. He knelt down in front of you, holding his hands up in front of your face before suddenly clapping them together loudly in rapid succession. "HEY! WAKE UP! GAME'S GONNA START SOON!"

Not even a flinch.

"Wow. You weren't kidding, Ice Age." Loki scowled at Tony's nickname.

"Ah, I have a thought," Thor announced with a sly grin, gaining everyone's attention. He grabbed hold of one of your ankles in his lap and swiped a finger down the sole of your socked foot. Your toes curled in response, egging him on to start scratching with all five fingers up and down your sole.

Loki watched your face intently. Your brow furrowed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth in the most adorable way. Still, your eyes remained shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with your steady breaths.

"You might be on to something, Thor," Bucky noted as Thor relented in his attempt. He brought his fingers to your neck and fluttered them along the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. Your shoulder shrugged up reflexively, and Bucky pulled his hand away to watch you expectantly, assuming you were waking.

Then, you turned over onto your other side, letting out a deep breathy sigh. Still asleep.

"What are you guys doing?"

The group collectively glanced up toward the sound of Nat's voice in the doorway, finding her standing with her hands on her hips accusingly. Beside her stood Clint - looking less than enthused to be watching the game; as well as Bruce - looking quite enthused about being there with Nat.

"Don't worry, Romanoff - she's been sleeping for over an hour. We just don't want her to miss all the games today," Steve assured.

"Alright. I'll allow it." She wandered into the room, standing over your sleeping form while Clint and Bruce found seats. "Hmm..." Glancing around, she suddenly walked over to Tony's seat, reaching over to the side table and plucking an ice cube from his drink.

"Hey! Do you make it a habit of taking things that aren't yours?" Tony griped. Nat merely grinned, carrying the ice cube over and dropping it down the back of your shirt.

"Oh, that's gotta work," Steve declared, watching intently to see if you'd wake.

The sudden chill of the ice certainly wasn't welcome, as evidenced by the grimace that formed on your face. Still, you didn't open your eyes even once, only shifting a bit in your sleep.

"Alright, clearly that didn't work," Loki muttered, sliding his hand down your back to guide the ice cube out from under your shirt and chucking it in Nat's direction. She shrugged, unfazed.

"Hey, I tried."

"I suggest we reserve further attempts for halftime," Thor announced. "The next game is beginning!"

Loki was genuinely torn as you continued to snore away with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He knew very well that you needed the rest, despite the fact you'd never admit it. And you looked simply adorable as you slept, which didn't help matters. But he also knew how angry you'd be with yourself if you awoke later that evening to find you'd missed the entire first day of the tournament.

Yes, perhaps at halftime they could try to wake you once again. For now, he decided to let you sleep a little longer, absently twirling strands of your hair around his fingers. A happy sigh puffed out of your nose, making his heart swell.

When the first half of the game had finished, the attention of the group turned from the television to your sleeping form once again.

"How long has she been sleeping like that?" Clint whispered.

"Don't worry about keeping your voice down - she's slept like a log since partway through the first half of the first game," Bucky explained with an incredulous laugh. "Thor, Tony and I tried to wake her up before you guys walked in."

"And she hasn't even moved?" Bruce asked.

"Not really. Thor tickled her foot and that seemed to sort of work, so I tickled her neck, and still nothing."

"Maybe you haven't found her tickle spot," Clint suggested. Nat glanced at him with raised brows. "What? It's what I call it with the kids."

"That's pretty darn adorable," she hummed affectionately. Clint's cheeks turned slightly red.

"A-anyway... here, let an expert give it a shot." He meandered over to your sofa, gazing down at you in thought. "Lila nearly wets herself laughing when I get her here..." He gently lifted your arm so he could slot his fingers into your armpit, wriggling his fingertips deep into the hollow space. A huffy breath escaped your nose as your brows knit together once again, a full-fledged smile now growing on your face. Astonishingly, you remained undeniably asleep.

"I don't think it's working," Thor stated, watching your face with a fondness in his eyes. Clint groaned disappointedly, removing his hand from under your arm.

"Damn. That always gets the kids to wake up when they're being a pain."

"Let me try, then," Nat suggested, approaching from behind Clint and giving him a teasing poke in the side. He yelped and twisted, glaring at the assassin as he returned to his own seat. Nat brought both hands down on your stomach, clawing at the soft skin through your T-shirt. The ticklish smile returned to your face, but still you did not wake. It didn't matter whether she attempted a firm scratching or a light tracing motion, you were simply too sound asleep.

"Ok, obviously she's only ticklish when she's awake," Steve observed jokingly. "What else haven't we tried? We're running out of halftime."

"Oh, oh, hang on-" Tony swiped Nat's glass of water from the table in front of her, clearly feeling he needed revenge for her theft of his ice cube. Loki gave him a fierce look as he approached you with the water glass.

"I certainly hope you aren't planning to pour that on her," he stated warningly, shooting daggers at Tony with his eyes. He shrunk back just slightly under Loki's gaze.

"No, of course not... who would do something that cruel?" He dipped his fingers into the glass of water (earning an annoyed shout from its owner) and then flicked the water at your forehead. A few cold droplets stuck to the bridge of your nose, again making you grimace slightly in your sleep. Tony sighed. "Alright, can I dump it on her now?"

"Not unless you'd like my boot up your-"

"Alright! Alright, I get it, Jack Frost!" Tony rolled his eyes, placing the glass down on the table where he'd found it before returning to your side. "Ok, kid - how about this?" His fingers dug into your ribs, kneading between the bones. It was clearly tickling you quite a bit, as your eyes and nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. And yet - you stubborn thing - you still remained asleep. Tony threw his hands up in the air in frustration after a few moments, stomping back to his seat. "I thought I had her there!"

"I'm afraid we must abandon our efforts once again - the second half is starting!" Thor announced excitedly.

"No, she's gonna be pretty mad if she wakes up to find she missed two full games," Steve groaned. "Let me try."

"Please do it quickly, soldier - I must see who wins this game!" Thor insisted. Steve paced over to the sofa where you lay, wasting no time in digging into your ribs as he'd seen Tony attempt. He squeezed your side with his other hand, clearly hoping two spots would be more effective than one.

You adorable creature - you buried your face in Loki's stomach, hiding the huge grin that had taken shape on your face. Surely you must be awake now, he assumed.

And yet, when Steve relented in his attack, your breathing returned right back to the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of deep sleep.

"Alright! I give up!" Steve declared with a laugh. "She can't complain when she wakes up - every one of us has tried."

"Bruce hasn't," Tony reminded him.

"Me?!" Bruce appeared frazzled at the suggestion. "But if you guys haven't been able to, what makes you think I could wake her up?"

"Worth a shot at least," Bucky concurred. "Any genius ideas in that big brain of yours, Banner?"

"Well, I... You guys haven't tried pinching her yet?"

Bruce withered a bit under Loki's angry glare at the suggestion.

"Relax! I wouldn't hurt her!" he assured quickly, "Physicians do it to assess neurologic function."

He rose to his feet as Loki's glare softened a bit. If it worked, at least you'd get to watch the remainder of the game. But he'd be damned if Banner would actually hurt you in any way. His eyes never left Bruce's as he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his and pulling a pen from his pocket.

"See, this doesn't hurt that badly," he assured, pinching one of your fingers between the pen and his own thumb, careful not to apply enough pressure to earn the wrath of the god watching over you. No matter how hard he pressed, you didn't even flinch. You tenacious little thing.

Bruce slipped the pen back in his shirt pocket when he recognized it wasn't going to work.

"Uh... well, that wasn't helpful," he chuckled nervously. "Have you tried behind the knees?" He reached over and scratched at the back of your knee gently. You sleepily bent your knees to block out his access to the sensitive spot, that little smile tugging at your lips once again.

"I must request that we cease this until the game has finished," Thor insisted. "Clearly, the young agent requires additional sleep."

"You just want them to stop interrupting the game," Loki accused.

"I... yes, that would also be nice, thank you."

In a way, Loki was quite impressed that you'd managed to remain asleep throughout all of this. Even he, the God of Mischief, couldn't come up with another method to try to wake you that wasn't too cruel for him to care to attempt.

He decided to keep trying to wake you while the others watched the second half. He wasn't all too interested in the game anyhow, and Thor couldn't complain that he was interrupting his viewing time.

Loki was sure that he could wake you if he could just find the the spot that you were simply too ticklish to sleep through. While awake, you were devastatingly ticklish - barely a solitary squeeze to the side and you'd be giggling like mad. How your mind was able to block out the ticklish sensations only whilst you slept was beyond him.

He scratched his fingers along your belly just above your waistline as he began his mission to locate your weak spot. His fingertips traveled gently up the side of your stomach, around your side, down to squeeze at your hipbone for a moment. Your ribs, he knew, would have you howling with laughter if you were awake, and yet no matter how meticulously he searched along each rib for a trigger spot to wake you, you simply buried your face deeper into his stomach in your sleep. Loki had to abandon that spot, mostly because you'd begun to tickle him with your gentle breathy laughter against his thin shirt overlaying his belly. You infuriating little creature.

Tickling fingers traveled up to your neck, flitting lightly against the soft, silky skin. Curiously, he fluttered his fingers under your chin, chuckling fondly under his breath as you ducked your head and let out a breath of a laugh - still in your sleep, of course. Perhaps your back would do it?

Before shifting to try there, he scratched ever so gently just below your jawline, selfishly enjoying the adorable smile it brought to your face. His fingertips grazed along the thin skin just behind your ear unintentionally.

Suddenly, you squeaked.

It was barely audible over the noise of the game and the cheering of the others in the room, but it was undeniable - you had squeaked. A sly grin spread across Loki's face as he averted his full attention to that spot, ghosting his fingertips around and behind your ear. Your face scrunched up into a huge smile, then slowly, your eyes cracked open.

"What..."

"Ah, she awakens at last." Loki caught your wrist before you could block his tickling fingers with your hand, continuing to flit the fingertips of his free hand around the hypersensitive shell of your ear. Rapid, squeaky giggles bubbled from your mouth as you tried shrugging your shoulder up to block him.

"Hehey!! You wahanted me to slee-heep, and then yohou tickle mehe??" you whined sleepily.

"Darling, you've been asleep for nearly two hours," Loki informed you, pausing his torment as your mouth dropped open.

"Two hours?? But then I... I missed two games??"

"A game and a half, actually," Bucky called from his seat. The room had now realized you were awake. "But the end of this one has been a nail-biter!"

Scowling, you shifted to sit up so you could watch the television. Loki couldn't hold back from pinching your side once, drawing your attention just long enough for him to say I told you so. You returned the favor by poking him in the stomach, earning a jolt and a glare from the god that he didn't truly mean.

With the added rest, you returned right back to your usual ways. You were on your feet with every goal, screaming at the referee on the screen for every penalty as though he could hear you, cheering when the opposing team missed a score. You were rambunctious, loud, and vicious. All traits Loki had come to love about you.

But if there was one thing he'd learned today, it was this:

Even someone as fierce as yourself had a weakness.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle #avengers x fem!reader #ler!bucky #ler!thor #ler!loki #ler!Steve Rogers #ler!Bruce #ler!Natasha #ler!Clint #ler!Tony

[supermarvel-fics]

Who is the best tickler y/n? ler Loki and Ler Thor prompt ☺️

"Who is the better tickler?" Thor wiggled his eyebrows at you, grinning just as mischievously as his brother while they had you pinned to the floor.

"Oh-ho no! I'm nohohot playing thahat game!" You squeaked and giggled. "The loser wihill try and prove me wrohong!"

"Smart girl, this one," Loki smiled, gesturing to you as he spoke to Thor. "I'm certain we'll be able to determine a winner. Let us take turns."

"NO!"

Your protests fell on deaf ears. Thor chuckled and held tight to your legs, you arms already having been glued to the ground by Loki's magic. "You first."

Loki took to scratching precisely as the sides of your belly, equidistant from your side and navel.

"EHEHEAH! LOHOKI, NO!" You screamed in ticklish agony. The youngest brother continued until you felt you'd had enough, then removed his hands and took Thor's place.

"I think you'll find it difficult to beat that, brother."

"Mmhmm," Thor smiled, hands poised at the ready. "We'll see about that."

"I-hi wihihill kihiHILL YOHOU BOHOHOTH! NOHO!" Your threat was interrupted by cackling laughter once Thor's torturous fingers tickled at that same spot.

"So, young one, I will ask again. Who is better at tickling?"

"I believe it to be me. I am the God of Mischief, after all," Loki proudly stated. Of course, that comment flipped the switch to Thor's competitive side.

He growled playfully, switching to kneading into your ribs.

"AHHH! AHAHA! MEHERCY, MEHEHERCY, MEHER-AH!"

Thor instantly retracted his hands, looking in between you and his brother incredulously. Then, smirking at Loki, he said, "I win."

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this is my first time writing for thor so i had to let him win. loki wins every other time 🫣

#marvel #marvel tickle #mcu #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!loki #ler!thor #loki #loki tickle #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #thor #thor odinson #tickle prompts #sentence prompts #tickle drabble

[marvel-m-lee]

Hii its me again, i really loved the fic that you wrote and i have another idea.

There is not so many fanfics with sylvie so i though about one. Hear me out- female reader the age of 16 and she is like a litle sister to sylvie one day she and sylvie had a big fight and you refuses to talk to her, some days pass and she Accidentally finding that she is ticklish and the reader is trying to hold their laigh as much as she can hold it. This is the way sylvie choose to to make her talk to her

Talk to Me

Words: 1631

Fandom: MCU Sylvie x (f)Reader

Summary: Y/n and Sylvie have an argument which ends in silent treatment. Sylvie finds a way to get Y/n to talk to her again

A/n: I love this person, I'm sorry this didn't come out sooner. Honestly

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"Come on, please Y/n. Just talk to me"

You turned around and walked the opposite way, right back to your room. You wanted to get a snack but seeing your devil sister there just made you turn back around.

You'd been ignoring her for about 3 days now, including today. You'd both had an argument and she just wouldn't give up so you just wouldn't talk to her. She had said some hurtful things, and you had too obviously, but she stepped over a line and ever since you just couldn't look at her.

She kept trying to talk to you but you'd just walk away or ignore her. Usually avoiding her though, which was strange because the two of you were like sisters.

You'd over heard her talking to Loki one night about the situation, you'd actually spoken to him too right away and he comforted you. You only overheard a little bit but you heard the sadness in her "oh... no" when Loki explained how badly she'd hurt you...

Maybe you wanted to forgive her, but you didn't want to look at her yet. You were still mad.

"Oh come on Y/n! It's been days!" You heard as she tried running up to you. You only ignored her, continuing your pace with a head high as you continued on.

"Y/n? Y/n. Y/n! Just talk to me!"

You continued ignoring her, annoying her as you did so.

"Im sorry alright? Just look at me!"

Before you could even think about it though, someone ran at you and was swinging you in the air laughing his oh so contagious laugh.

"Dear Y/n! Why so glum? You look so much nicer with your smile!" Thor teased, holding you in his arms and tickling you making you suddenly break and fall into a giggling fit while waving his hands away. Trust Thor to do this. He had such a big smile he could fix anything.

He looked up and saw Sylvie, quickly pulling her in for a hug. "Dear sister! Lady Sylvie" he teased with a bow while holding you in his arm still. How he could read a situation so wrong was mind blowing to you but you couldn't help but smile at him.

Sylvie smirked at him too, nodding her head at him in appreciation.

"Dinner shall be ready soon, I was told to round everyone up and spotted the two of you here. Have either of you seen Loki?" He asked, looking between you both.

You shook your head, not wanting Sylvie to get the luxury of hearing your voice.

"No, sorry Thor, last I did see him was out in the garden" Sylvie replied looking behind her and pointing down the hall.

"Oh, well thank you, I'll go check, see you both at dinner!" Thors chirpy self, as usual. He quickly gave your sides another tickle before popping you down and rushing off to find his brother.

You smirked and rolled your eyes at him, Sylvie doing the same but now looking you up and down. You looked back at her and rolled your eyes, turning back and making it to your room.

You went in and tried to close the door behind you, only for the door to be stopped with a foot and Sylvies head poking through with a smirk.

You tried to close it again, yet she pushed it open. You rolled your eyes with an annoyed sigh and went to sit on your bed, ignoring her.

Sylvie's smug look didn't go away as she walked into the middle of your room and looked around with her hands in her pockets. She then looked at you as you were scrolling your phone, ignoring her presence.

"So, you're still gonna ignore me?" She asked, looking at you. You didn't react at all though, as if she was a ghost.

"You know..." she came and sat at the edge of your bed. "I thought I knew everything about you, or mostly" she started, though you didn't pay attention to her and scrolled Instagram.

"But I never knew you were ticklish!" Suddenly everything happened all at once, you shrieked as she grabbed your foot and began clawing at one of your soles.

You dropped your phone, rolling down beside you as you tried to yank your foot out of her hold, kicking her with your other leg.

She then pulled you down with your ankle and was above you, tickling at your hips as you tried to push her off you whole holding Your breath so she wouldn't hear your desperate laughter.

"Aw, come on y/n! You have to talk to me now!"

You closed your eyes and slammed yous hands over your mouth as she dragged her hands up your sides and spidered over them and your tummy, making you feel butterflies that tickled inside and out. You tried shaking your head to stop the laughter spilling out as she reached your ribs.

"How did I not know this? You're adorable!" The witch teased.

You were shaking your head with laughter, trying to roll away whilst she kept you in her clutches. You couldn't take it as she continued to tickle and teased you wherever she wanted.

"Come onnnn, let me hear your laughter!" Sylvie whined with a smirk. She began to shake your ribcage with tickles where you stretched out and kicked your legs uncontrollably, breaking a little and causing muffled laughter from under your hands.

"Ah! Ah? What was that?" She teased. "Tickle Tickle~" Sylvie could honestly be the absolute worst. By now though she'd easily realised you were enjoying this and allowing it to happen, hence you not using any magic nor fighting methods against her. Both of you smiling.

Sylvie then decided to force you to stop covering your mouth, she leaned down and lifted your shirt without you realising, you know, having being tickled half to death whilst staying stubborn at not talking to her.

Then she littered herself up, throwing her head back down and blowing a fat raspberry on your stomach. You screamed bloody murder-

Immediately you were laughing louder than ever, pushing at her head desperately as she blew another one and another one, sending you into hysterica.

"SHEHEYLVIEEEGEHE I CAHANT I CAHAHANT!- WAHAHAIT PLEHAHSEDR-" You shook your head and squeeled as she continued blowing raspberry after raspberry, while continuing to squeeze your sides and occasional thigh or knee to shock you, as if this wasn't enough.

You were desperate, usually you'd be able to take it, but it was so unexpected and felt so much worse as you'd been hiding your laughter for so long.

"SYLVIEHE!"

Raspberry.

"NAHAHA-"

Raspberry.

Pure torture. You were 98% sure this was some torture method they used on asgard to get people to talk. It had to have been- so far every asgardian you'd met seemed to be a little too good at it...

"Aw, you're so ticklish! Also, what? You want to talk to me now?" Sylvie asked, spider tickling gently over the previous spot for raspberries, sending you into hysterical giggles.

"Ohokahay! Yeheheasss!"

Sylvie shrugged, "well I'm not talking to you now so ha!" The evil woman grinned and then continued her raspberries until you were crying with silent laughter.

Your nerves were on fire and as she settled down she still decided to tease you with tiny gentle tickles before she allowed you to turn on your side and hug yourself.

Sylvie was laughing to herself when watching you, patting your head and running her hand down your hair to your back to calm you.

You let out a couple last airy laughs and sighed, turning back and spreading yourself as you were staring at the ceiling with your eyes closed. Recovering from her attack.

After a moment you felt a poke to your stomach which made you jump.

"I never knew you were ticklish!"

"Syhyhlvie!"

"Whattt?! It's cute!" She backed up her statement by poking you multiple times making you burst out into laughter again.

"Ohohkay! Ohohkay!"

Sylvie laughed as she backed off. You wiping a tear from your eye as it was quick to sent you to tears after the onslaught of raspberries and side tickles, followed by belly tickles and now this.

You recovered and couldn't wipe the grin off your face as you sat next to Sylvie on the bed. You walked her playfully and rolled your eyes.

"Can you talk to me now?" Sylvie asked, taking you by surprise. You hadn't noticed how genuinely hurt she'd seemed by your silent treatment, though very much deserved.

"Look, I'm really sorry alright? Really sorry. I took it too far and I dont- I didn't mean it. I love you like a little sister"

You felt tears in your eyes and dived into her chest, hugging her tight and holding back tears. Sylvie was pushed backwards and almost fell off the bed, surprise at your reaction.

"Im sorry too Sylvie. I'm sorry, I love you too"

For a moment to two of you hugged, sitting in peace and love. Then you broke apart and you wiped your eyes, still looking like you'd been sobbing.

"You okay?..." Sylvie asked, looking over at you and holding your shoulder for support.

"Yeah... yeah, I'll be fine"

"You know, I've found a new way to stop that frown..." Sylvie's smirk appeared on her face far too quickly foe your liking and you bolted out of the room, quickly followed by your now big sister turned tickle monster.

See, the best part about it, was after turning a corner without looking, you crashed into Thor and Loki, Sylvie inviting them in on the ge and the two being more than happy to play.

You ran.

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I only want you | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Female!Reader

Summary -> During the party he confesses his feelings for you, he kisses you but the next day he isn’t the same anymore. Your best friend is the biggest idiot you have ever seen and you don’t know why.

Warnings -> Bucky being an idiot, mention of Bucky’s past/trauma, Sharon being a bitch, hurt/comfort, angst, crying, kind of insults, fluff

Wordcount -> 7.1k (it’s long but it’s worth it, I guess)

A/N: I want to thank @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for listening when I came up with that idea as well as supporting me to find the way through all the ideas, and thank you so much for proofreading it, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry when I hurt someone, trust me I cried a lot while I wrote that oneshot but I just needed to write something to calm down my feelings and yeah here we are. I hope you all enjoy it.

Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky isn’t really a drinker, especially not since he became the Winter Soldier. He enjoys the taste, but the serum that is constantly running through his veins makes it impossible for him to experience the effects of the alcohol. It isn’t rare that he wishes to get drunk so he can forget all the memories of the things she did during the time with Hydra. It’s like Thor knew exactly about his thoughts because he is waving a flask of Asgardian Ale in front of Bucky, and the brown-haired man decides it is the perfect opportunity to drink his troubles away.

“Buck, you shouldn’t drink too much of that Asgardian Ale,” you mumble while you sit next to your best friend and look at him. You know about his trouble and about his traumatic past, but you also know it’s never an opportunity to drink it away. He has the glass completely full again and smiles at you.

“It’s oke; I can’t get too drunk. I’m the Wiener Soldier,” he says and bursts out laughing. Then he lifts his glass and turns around. "Cheers!" he shouts through the room, even when it’s almost impossible that someone hears it.

The music is way too loud to hear your own words without shouting. So it isn’t surprising when the people in the room don’t hear what Bucky shouts. Except for the two next to him, you and Steve.

“Cheers, pal!" Steve shouts and lifts his glass as well. He smiles at Bucky before he pours the liquid down his throat. You shake your head and turn around. Your back leans against the counter, and you place your forearms on top of the counter, looking at the people dancing in the middle of the room.

“Haven’t felt like that since the 40’s,” Bucky groans, filling his glass again. Then he turns to you and looks straight into your eyes. “I feel like I’m 20 again; it feels better than I thought. Do you always feel like that?” he asks and places his hand on your shoulder, standing up slowly to stand in front of you.

Then he winks at you while he almost falls to the side. You almost burst out laughing when he tries to grab something to not fall.

“Woah, the room is spinning. I didn’t know Tony was able to build something like that,” your best friend says while holding your shoulders so he won’t fall down.

You look at him and grip his arms to lead him to the seat next to you again, but he doesn’t want to move. You giggle when he leans closer, and the stubble from his beard tickles you. Bucky kisses your cheek softly.

“My lady, wanna dance with me?” he asks and looks at you with the most adorable puppy look.

His blue eyes are almost begging you to dance with him, and even when you would prefer to bring him into his room and make sure he goes to sleep, you can’t say no.

With a nod, you stand up as well, and he wraps his arms immediately around your waist. He doesn’t walk far away from the counter, just a few steps, so the two of you can dance without crashing against something. Bucky spins you around while he holds you still, pressed against him.

You wonder how it must feel for him when the room is already spinning, but the way he smiles and looks at you makes your mind dizzy, and you can’t think of anything other than him. You lay your head against his shoulder, and the heat of his body warms you. His hands are around your waist, making you almost melt in his embrace, and you could stay like that for the rest of the evening.

After a few minutes and Bucky almost lying on the ground and sleeping, you push him to the seats. Making sure he doesn’t miss the chair, when he sits, he immediately looks for his glass.

“Where is it? I’m thirsty," he says, looking at you with a slightly sad gaze.

You feel a bit sorry for him, but you reach for another glass, this time with water. Bucky looks at it skeptically, but then he pours it down his throat. Shaking his head like it’s something awful he doesn’t like. You chuckle, and it makes him look at you.

“Have you ever tried that? That’s awful,” he tells you and offers you the glass even when it’s empty.

“It’s not that bad,” you reply, and you take the glass to place it on the counter next to you.

“We should bring you into your room, you should sleep a bit,” you say, taking his hands into yours.

Before you can pull him up, and with you out of the room, he pulls you closer, and his lips are just a few inches away from yours. He is so close that you can feel his breath against your lips; it's warm and smells strongly of the ale he has consumed. You need to close your eyes for a moment. The man in front of you is making you go crazy.

“I don’t want to go to bed, not yet. I want to kiss you first, can I?” he asks you, and you immediately feel like he is Bucky from the 40’s again. And even when you don’t agree to drink his troubles away, you’re happy that he doesn’t have to suffer with his past right now. And let’s be honest, the 40’s Bucky is a gentleman, and you always wanted to know him; now you have the chance, at least for tonight.

“Doll?” Bucky asks, and you feel a shiver along your spine because of his soft voice.

You look into his eyes and smile softly.

“Of course,” you answer, not sure anymore about the question he asked.

He leans closer and kisses you softly. Bucky’s pink, plumb lips are so soft on yours, you never imagined them being that soft. You slide your hands through his hair, playing with his light curls. His lips move slowly against yours, while he lets you feel everything you tried to avoid when you’re around him. The feeling in your stomach whenever he touches you, the way he looks at you, or talks to you. You adore the way he tells you ‘Doll’ and you enjoy every moment you can spend with your best friend.

And that’s the point where you thought he would never feel the same for you. He is your best friend, and he was always a gentleman, so you were sure he was just nice. And now he is kissing you, with his hands at your waist, holding you close. Bucky is drunk, so you aren’t sure if it’s just a situation of his drunken state, but they always say: drunk people tell the truth, so he would feel the same for you as you feel for him.

When the two of you move a few inches away from each other, you still look into his eyes. His gaze looks a bit foggy, but you can also see the storm in his blue eyes.

“I love you; you’re the most adorable girl I know. You don’t know what you do to me whenever you look at me or just touch me softly. My feelings go crazy, and whenever another man walks close to you, I want to push them away and tell them you’re mine. I can’t sleep because I think of you; when you’re in a room with me, I can’t concentrate on something else, just on you,” Bucky says, and he smiles softly, his cheeks turning slightly red. “I have loved you for so long, but I thought you would never love me the same way. I was the Winter Soldier, and I don’t think I deserve someone brave, strong, wonderful, and perfect like you,” he adds, leaning his forehead against yours, wanting you to be as close as possible and feel your warmth.

You smile and press your lips against his again. The tingling feeling in your stomach grows again, and when he stands up, he towers over you, placing his hands around your cheeks, and he pulls you closer.

“I love you so much, my doll,” he whispers and slowly lets go of you, his hands gripping your waist again.

“I love you too, Buck. And you deserve everything good; it wasn’t you when you were the Winter Soldier. You’re a gentleman and the most precious one; I love the way you care about everyone you love,” you tell him, and he blushes.

Bucky lifts one of his hands and presses two of his fingers onto your lips, trying to make you shut up before you can compliment him more.

“You need more than two fingers to make me shut up,” you giggle, and his smile grows before he leans down and presses his lips on yours. He makes you speechless with the way his soft and warm lips move against yours.

“You two are almost disgusting,” Steve mumbles next to you, making you chuckle.

When you and Bucky break the kiss, you look at Steve. He still looks at you and blushes when he recognizes that you caught him looking at you and Bucky.

“You think it’s almost disgusting, but you can’t stop looking at us, huh?” you ask, and he immediately turns his head away while his cheeks get deeply red.

When you turn your head back to look at Bucky, you feel a burning look in your back. Without looking around, you already know the person who is staring at you with the same angry gaze; she always looks at you. Bucky recognizes your thoughtful look and looks up to see the person behind you. His hand clenches around your waist, and you hiss softly.

“Sorry, doll,” he mumbles, immediately losing his grip around your waist.

“Tony is staring at mine,” he growls, and you look around. You see Tony standing on the other side of the room and looking in your direction. He looks annoyed, and when you look a few inches further to the side, you see the person who is burning a hole in your back. Bucky thinks it’s Tony who is looking at you, but you know he is just listening to the person next to him. She is the one who hates you for being Bucky’s best friend, and now she will hate you more because Bucky kissed you. Sharon has had a crush on Bucky since you met her the first time, and he sometimes looks flirty around her, but he is always like that around friends. Otherwise, he would date Tony, Thor, or Steve as well.

The next morning, you wake up to the sun slowly brightening your room. You open your eyes and smile when the flashbacks of the last night come back into your mind. You and Bucky shared a lot more kisses, soft touches, and dances during the night.

You sit up slowly, stretching your limbs, and look at the clock. It’s just a bit after ten in the morning. After a few more minutes where you just look out of the window and enjoy the sun and the comfortable silence in your room, you stand up and walk through your bathroom.

With a few movements, you get out of your clothes and walk into the shower. The hot water runs along your body, and you feel your muscles relaxing under the warmth. You close your eyes, enjoying the moment just for you. In front of your eyes, you see Bucky kissing you the way he did last night. Your fingers are brushing softly over your lips, and for a moment, you feel like he is kissing you again. His hands are around your waist, and his body is pressing against yours.

But when you open your eyes, you just hear the sound of the water and your towel in front of you. No Bucky, right now. Just the thoughts making you smile again and the feeling in your stomach are the most wonderful you have ever felt until now. You are already excited to see him in a few minutes, but first you need to finish your shower and choose some comfortable clothes to wear.

With the biggest smile on your lips, you walk through the floor and into the shared kitchen.

“Someone looks really happy today,” Tony says, and you blush immediately.

Your eyes scan the room, so you can find Bucky and go to him. Talk to him about the last night and make sure you meant what you said. When you walk a few steps further into your room, you see Steve lying on the couch, holding his hand and groaning.

“I don’t know what happened last night. Tony, how can you manage to never have a headache?” he asks, and Tony laughs before he places his hand on Steve’s shoulder.

"Painkillers are really useful. It doesn't help to remember, but they help against the other effects after being drunk,” he says, and Steve nods. He doesn’t want to get up, so he just closes his eyes and tries to sleep a while longer.

You look around and see Bucky in front of the counter. Sharon stands next to him, and her hand rubs his back up and down. You roll your eyes, disgusted about the other girl, as you walk to them.

“Hey, Buck,” you say with a smile, and when the brown-haired man turns around, he smiles softly.

But in another way, as usual, he looks a bit sad, and instead of looking at you, he looks to the side.

“Hey,” he mumbles and takes his bowl with cereal.

Then he walks to the table, and Sharon follows him. You look at them both; maybe he has a hangover? You try to push the negative thoughts away and make yourself a bowl with your favorite cereals. You walk around the table and sit down in front of Bucky; he doesn’t look at you, and he doesn’t talk to you. He was just focused on his cereals and probably deep in his own thoughts.

“Buck?” You ask carefully, and he hums but still doesn’t look up from his bowl. “Can we talk? I mean just you and me?”

He nods in response and finishes his breakfast, then finally looks up to see you. But something is still different when he just loves to look into your eyes and adore the colors, but this time he looks at you like you’re someone else.

He waits until you finish your breakfast as well, and then he follows you through your room. Your best friend closes the door behind himself and looks at you.

“What’s up?” He asks with a cold voice, and you shiver immediately.

“Do you remember last night?” you ask, playing with your hands. You don’t want to look at him; you’re scared about the way he looks at you.

“No, but Sharon told me about it,” he tells you, and you nod softly.

For a moment, the two of you are quiet. You don’t know what to say, but the silence is uncomfortable as well. You shift from one foot to the other, your hands sweating, and you feel like you need to throw up.

“Why are you so cold?” you then ask and look at Bucky.

He clenches his jaw with his eyes staring at you, and the way he looks at you makes you even more uncomfortable. He never looked at you like that; the coldness almost showed hate in his eyes, and you can’t help but feel the tears burning in your eyes. He notices the tears in your eyes, and a sarcastic grin forms on his lips.

“Why are you crying now?” Bucky asks you loudly; you hiss and feel so small in front of him.

“You- Buck, yo-” You start to say something, but he interrupts you.

“Don’t call me ‘Buck’ or ‘Bucky’. You have no right to say that. You don’t deserve to say that,” he shouts, and your eyes widen.

“What do you want me to call you then?” you ask, trying to wipe the tears in your eyes away.

“Use my name. I have it for a reason,” he says, and you nod, not able to say anything.

You don’t know what happened to him. Last night he confessed his love to you, and now he acts like he hates you and has never even thought about loving you.

“Want to talk now or not? I have better things to do,” he says, rolling his eyes annoyed.

You feel a tear slowly falling down your cheek, not knowing the man in front of you anymore. He isn’t like your best friend; he isn’t like the one you fall in love with; he isn’t the one who kissed you yesterday; and he isn’t the Bucky, you know.

You shake your head. You want to talk; you really want to, but you can’t. At least not with the man in front of you. Was it all a lie? Was it all just fake? Or what happened that he is the way he is right now.

“Good,” he says, and he turns around to leave the room.

The moment he closes the door behind himself, you break down on the floor. You fall on your knees, the tears streaming down your cheeks, and you’re sobbing loudly. There is no feeling inside of you right now; you feel empty. You stare at the wall in front of you, his face in your mind, his smell, and the way he kissed you last night. You hear his words, like he is standing next to you and saying them to you. The ones of the night when he confesses his love to you and the ones he said a few minutes ago when he was looking at you with his cold, blue eyes.

“I love you; you’re the most adorable girl I know.”

“Don’t call me ‘Buck’ or ‘Bucky’.”

“I can’t sleep because I think of you; when you’re in a room with me, I can’t concentrate on something else, just on you.”

“Want to talk now or not? I have better things to do.”

It takes a while until you slowly calm down. You're curled on the floor, and the tears are still streaming down your cheeks. But your sobbing is quieter, and you slowly fall asleep on the floor. All the tears and the crying make you so sleepy that you don’t recognize Steve walking into your room and lifting you up to place you in your bed.

He sits next to you, his fingers stroking your hair softly out of your face, and he looks at you with a soft but sad smile. He saw Bucky walking out of the room, his gaze as cold as the whole morning, and even when he doesn’t know what happened at the party, he doesn’t want to leave you alone. But he also doesn’t want to interrupt you while you’re crying because he knows you would have to hide it, and he knows you need to let the feelings out of your body.

You don’t sleep well; nightmares interrupt your sleep every time, but you’re too tired to stay awake for a while. In every dream is Bucky; first he helps you, but in the next moment he shouts at you, laughs at you, and does everything you never thought he would do to you. You’re sweating and whimpering in your sleep, turning from one side to the other.

Steve tries to comfort you with his hand on your thigh, but it doesn’t work. With widened eyes, you wake up, starting to cry again for a few minutes before you fall asleep again. You don’t mind if someone sees you crying or not; you can’t escape Bucky, his coldness, not even in your dreams, and it robs you of all of the strength you have.

“Y/N?” Steve asks when you’re awake, but you turn around so you don’t have to face him.

You mumble a soft ‘mhm’. Steve sighs, his fingers drawing small circles on your thigh.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks, but you shake your head.

You just want to be alone right now. Steve nods and stands up, walking through the door, but before he leaves the room, he turns to you.

“If you need me, you can call me or just come to my room,” he offers.

“Thank you,” you whimper, and the tears are streaming down your face again.

You can’t stop thinking about Bucky; he is burned in your mind like something you need to be. Something you need to be happy, and yes, he is someone you need to be happy. Without him, it doesn’t feel the same; watching your favorite movie wouldn’t be as fun because there is someone missing who holds you when you cry out of joy because they are married. Playing board games wouldn’t be the same because the one freaking out because he doesn’t get what he wants isn't playing the board games with you. Eating your favorite snacks and ice cream wouldn’t be the same because the one man who always laughs about your snack and ice cream decisions wouldn’t laugh. The one cuddling up wouldn’t let you cuddle with him, and you would miss HIS warmth and HIS scent. It’s not just a man; it’s the ONE man; it’s Bucky.

Wrapped in your blanket, you sit against the headboard of your bed. Looking through the channels for something that could distract you. But you feel like Bucky is manipulating the television because every channel shows a movie you used to watch with Bucky.

Everything reminds you of him: every place, every movement. Every second reminds you of Bucky, the memories you both have, and the moments you shared. And now he treats you like you’re the worst thing he has ever seen, and there is no reason why he does it, right?

You don’t want to sit in your room, but you don’t want to see Bucky somewhere as well. But you feel hungry after some time, and even when you wish you didn’t have to stand up to get some food, you don’t want to make yourself feel worse just because of Bucky.

So you slowly get up; it’s already afternoon when you walk through your room. Before you reach the door, you see the pictures on your wall. He and you took so many pictures during trips or parties, some when he was joking and others when he tried to look mad. Even when he really looks like a pouting puppy, when he tries to look mad at you, you always laugh about his pouting face.

You open your door and immediately hear the voices of the others. But there are not a lot of them; just three of them are there and talk. Steve, Bucky, and Sharon. With quiet footsteps, you walk closer to the room. You look at the floor, hoping that no one will see you.

But when your feet meet the ground in the room, the gazes of the three of them are immediately on you. Steve smiles sadly when he sees you. You probably look like a wrack, with red eyes and tears all over your face, but you don’t mind. Sharon looks at you with a smile, and Bucky is as cold as before.

When you make your way to the counter, you hear Sharon flirting with Bucky, and you feel like you want to throw up. You hate her, especially since she is a jealous bitch when you’re with Bucky. And now he has him for himself - exactly the plan she had.

“Buck, look at me,” she says, and you look around to see what they do. That’s the moment you wish you wouldn’t be in the room right now. Sharon leans closer, and her lips meet Bucky’s softly. His arms are wrapped around her waist, and you see yourself in her. The moment you had last night, and now he kisses her, not the one he confessed his love to last night.

The tears forming in your eyes - they're burning. They slowly stream down your cheeks, but you don't make a noise; you just look at them until they break the kiss, and Sharon looks at you with a wide bitch smile again.

“You’re right!" you shout, and Bucky turns around to look at you as well.

With a confused gaze, the two men look at you, and you chuckle sarcastically.

“You don’t deserve me. You’re an idiot, and I would prefer to be killed by the Winter Soldier instead of being your best friend,” you shout, and you see the change in his gaze.

You don’t mean it, not really, but the anger inside of you lets you say things like that.

You see, you hurt him by saying that he has nightmares because of the Winter Soldier; he blames himself for that, and you were the one who was able to give him moments where he didn’t blame himself, but now that you mention the Winter Soldier in a way, you hurt him the most you can. And you’re sorry for that, but you hate him so much right now that you can’t stop yourself from telling him things like that.

“I feel like he would love more than you ever can,” you say, and you walk a few steps closer to him. “I hate you, in a way I never thought it would be possible,” you hiss and turn away to grab some food from the counter before you leave the room.

Bucky looks at you, and the moment those words leave your mouth, his small world breaks a bit more. The only person who loved him so much hates him now. But he deserves it, doesn’t he? And he can’t bring himself to walk to you and ask what he did because he is way too mad at you for a reason he doesn’t want to admit in front of you.

It's been a week now since you saw Sharon and Bucky kissing each other. The day he started to be an ass and the day you told him he didn’t deserve you. And you didn’t change your mind; he hasn't been nice to you since that day; he ignores you; he doesn’t even look at you. His arms are always around Sharon’s body, and his lips are on hers.

You don’t really care about yourself anymore; you’re mostly in your room, crying or just laying there and waiting until you finally fall asleep. Steve tries every day to get you out of bed and wants to plan your favorite trips, but every one of them reminds you of Bucky, and you prefer your warm and comforting bed.

Someone knocks at your door, and you hum in response before Steve opens the door.

“Want to eat something? I cooked, and you need to eat,” he says, but you shake your head and turn around so you don’t have to face him.

Steve sighs softly and walks closer to you. He sits next to you on your bed and runs his fingers along your side.

“Do you want to tell me what happened between you and Buck? He looks different as well since the party,” Steve says thoughtfully, and you slowly turn around to look at him.

Your eyes are red, and he can see the tears all over your cheeks. Steve lifts his hand and wipes the tears away, smiling softly at you. You slowly sit up, your back against the headboard of your bed, and you pull your knees against your chest, wrapping your arms around them and placing your head on your knees.

“I thought-“ you sob quietly. “He said he loved me, and then he suddenly was with Sharon,” you mumble, and you can’t stop the tears again.

“He told you he loved you? When? I mean, I know it, but when did he tell you?” Steve asks, and your eyes widen for a moment.

He knows that Bucky loves you? What happened to Bucky being the way he is when he really loves you? Why is he kissing Sharon when he could have you? He could have the one he really loves.

“At the party, he told me he loved me. He kissed me,” you mumble, and Steve’s jaw drops.

“He finally managed it?” he asks, and you nod.

“And the next day he was the idiot he is, kissing Sharon, and it looks like they are happy together,” you tell him, and he shakes his head.

“I need to talk to him,” he tells you, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

You look at him while he leaves your room. He almost runs out of it, and you don’t know why, but you don’t mind. Steve wants to talk to Bucky, but it won’t change his feelings for Sharon. And maybe Bucky thought it was her when the two of you kissed. Maybe he thought it was her when he confessed his feelings.

Meanwhile, Steve rushes into Bucky’s room. He sits on the edge of his bed, staring at the television. He doesn’t want to see Sharon today; he misses you, even when it’s just looking at you or hearing you talk. But since you’re in your room and only outside when you’re sure no one else is outside, he hasn’t heard or seen you in days.

“Buck?” Steve asks softly, and Bucky turns his head to look at the brown-haired man. He looks more broken than ever before. Steve walks closer to Bucky and lets himself fall next to his best friend in bed. “Where is Sharon?” he asks, and Bucky shrugs.

“Don’t care,” he says, and he stares in front of him again.

“Pal, what happened that you’re the way you are with y/n?” Steve looks at Bucky and sees the small tear escaping the corner of his eye.

"Nothing; she doesn’t want me,” he answers, and Steve chuckles softly. Stubborn idiot, but still his best friend and the idiot in love with you.

“She told me you confessed your love for her. And the two of you kissed. When she told me, I remembered, and it was her; it wasn’t Sharon, pal,” Steve continues, and Bucky’s eyes widen before he looks at his best friend again.

“We did what? And Sharon, what?” he asks.

“You kissed. You and y/n. But Sharon was just standing next to Tony on the other side of the room and was staring at the two of you,” he repeats, telling Bucky what he remembers. Bucky shakes his head, thinking about the version of the party and then the version he heard.

That’s definitely not what he heard about the evening. That’s not even similar to the things someone told him about.

“No, that’s not true,” Bucky says thoughtfully. “But even when, don't you know anymore what she said? She hates me, Steve." Bucky mumbles, and he feels even worse when he thinks about you, the way he treats you, and the things you said to him. Even when he understands it now, he understands why you said those things.

“I need to talk to her,” Bucky mumbles, but then he shakes his head. “Do you think she would listen?” he asks and looks at Steve, who nods.

“She is in love with you. Even when you’re such an idiot,” Steve tells him, pushing his best friend up. “Talk to her, pal,” he says, and Bucky smiles softly before he walks through the door.

He isn’t sure what to say when he talks to you. Maybe you don’t want to listen; maybe you won’t understand. Or do you really hate him now? Do you want to see him? So many thoughts run through his mind while he walks along the floor, unsure what to do or say when you ignore him or if he messed up after all the things with Sharon.

Bucky reaches your door and knocks softly. He hears your softy ‘come in’ and he opens the door. Now it’s too late to turn around; he has to talk to you now. You look at him, and your gaze gets. immediately cold.

“James,” you say, and he shivers slightly.

He didn’t know something inside of him could break more, but when you called him ‘James’ with that cold voice, something inside of him broke more.

“Doll,” he mumbles, closing the door behind him.

“Don’t call me that; call your new fucktoy that,” you hiss, and he looks at the floor.

You’re mad; he has never seen you like that before, but he can’t blame you. You’re hurt, and he is the reason for that. He hurts you so badly, but he loves you so much more than he can ever tell you. He can’t and doesn't want to be without you when there is just a percent chance for him to be yours. He would do everything to be yours.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. He hates when you’re so harsh and cold, but he understands it.

“What do you want here?” you ask, and he plays with his hands before he answers.

“I want to talk to you,” Bucky says quietly, and you chuckle sarcastically.

“I don’t want to talk to you, James,” you say, and you see him wiping some tears away.

“Please,” he begs, but you shake your head. “Can you please listen to me? Please?” he tries again, and he doesn’t want to go without telling you everything he feels, everything about the way he acted, especially why he acted like that. “Doll, please listen to me. Just this time, if you want me to go, then I will, and I will never talk to you again if you don’t want me to,” he says and sobs quietly.

You haven’t seen Bucky crying; sometimes he looked like he was about to cry, but he never cried. And now he stands in front of you, begging and crying for you to listen to him. And you want to listen, but the anger inside of you gets in control of you.

“You could have talked to me earlier. I fucking- I don’t care anymore,” you shout, and he flinches.

The strong super soldier looks like a small boy.

“Please, I love-“

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear all those lies anymore. Just shut up and go with those lies to your new girl,” you say, anger in your voice, and Bucky can’t stop the tears streaming down your cheeks.

He hurt you more than he thought he did. But he was so mad at you; he was mad about the things he heard. And now he is about to lose the most important person in his life. He loves you more than everything; he never loved someone as much as he loves you.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I really am. I love you,” he whispers, and you shake your head sarcastically, laughing.

“I saw that. You treated me like the worst person you know; that’s love for you?" you ask, and he immediately shakes his head.

“No, but I didn’t know about the things that happened during the party,” he says, and he walks a step closer, slowly, to make sure you’re oke with it.

You want to throw him out of your room, but you also want to know what happened and why he was the way he was. He wouldn’t beg and cry when it wasn't important to him. So you accept when he takes a seat at the edge of your bed and looks at you. His eyes are red, and you can see the traces of his tears on his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles, still blaming himself for doing all this to you. Bucky wants to touch you; he wants to hug you; and he wishes you would tell him it’s oke. But he knows he needs to explain his behavior before he can get some of that; when you’re ready to do it, then.

“What happened that night?”

He is interested in knowing what happened, and you clear your throat before you think about it again. When he turned into an idiot, you tried to avoid all his touches, his words, and his kisses so you didn’t need to cry all the time. And now he wants to know the truth, and you want to tell him, but you don’t want to cry because of that.

“Thor had some Asgardian alcohol there, and it made you drunk. We danced a bit; you told me you loved me; you kissed me,” you tell him, and he nods.

“You didn’t flirt with someone else?” he asks, and you shake your head.

“No, why should I? I love you, and I was happy you felt the same, but then you acted completely different the next day,” you mumble and look at him.

Bucky is playing with his fingers; you see the way he suffers because of his metal arm, and you remember the things you said about the Winter Soldier, and he probably hates his metal arm even more now.

“Why did you do it the way you did, and why are you suddenly so nice again?” you ask, and his jaw clenches slightly. Not in an angry way, but more in a thoughtful clenching.

“The morning after the party, I had a bad hangover and didn’t remember much of that night. I know that I kissed someone, but I don’t know the person. Sharon came into the room, and she asked me how the party was, and I told her I didn't know because I had too much alcohol. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and when I asked her why she said I kissed her that night,” he tells you, and you nod, blaming yourself for being the same way to Bucky as he was to you, even though it’s not his fault.

“I told her I don’t love her because I love you. And she told me about your night with a guy I don’t know. Sharon said you were flirting with me, but you have someone else, and you were flirting with me so you can make jokes with your boy about me being so dumb and really think you could love me the way I love you,” he continues, and your jaw drops slightly.

“Bu- James, there is no one else. I love you, and when you changed into the idiot you were, I hated the thought of you touching Sharon and the way you kissed her. But when you love me, why did you kiss her?” you ask, and Bucky runs his fingers through his hair.

“I wanted a distraction,” he whispers quietly, ashamed of that.

For a moment, you both sit in silence, looking at each other. “Did you really mean it?” he asks, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"When you said those things about the Winter Soldier?” He asks, and you see his hands shaking softly. His anxiety gets worse when he thinks about your answer; maybe you could really mean it? Maybe you really think the Winter Soldier could love more than Bucky can?

“No, I was mad. I’m sorry, Buck,” you say, and he nods. You smile softly when he doesn’t tell you to stop calling him ‘Buck’. “I’m really sorry, but I didn’t see how much I would hurt you with that,” you add.

“I think I deserve it,” he replies, and you want to agree, but you also know it would make him feel worse.

He was an idiot, but now that he sits there, he begs and cries that you listen to him so he can excuse his behavior. He blames himself for so much; you don’t want him to blame himself for more.

“Buck?” you ask, and he hums in response. “Tell me the truth, please.”

You look into his eyes; the blue is as warm as the one you’re used to seeing when he is with you.

“I love you, doll. I never wanted to hurt you; I want to be yours. I want you to be mine,” he says, blushing slightly. You don’t know what to say. You want to tell him you feel the same, but at the same time, you’re scared he will go to Sharon when you’re not enough for him anymore. “I’m sorry, you had to listen. But thank you for listening,” he tells you and stands up to leave the room.

You reach for his metal arm, and he flinches when you touch it.

“Sorry,” you say, slightly shocked, and let go of his arm. Bucky turns around and smiles softly.

“Just didn’t think you would touch it.” His voice is so soft, exactly the way you love when he talks to you.

“Can you stay?” you ask and look down; maybe he would prefer to go to Sharon because you were really mean?

Bucky’s smile grows, and he lets himself fall down next to you and wraps his arms around your body, pulling you into his lap. His hands slide your back up and down, and he looks into your eyes like they are the most adorable things he has ever seen. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and you play with his soft hair.

He leans closer, his lips almost touching yours, when you stop him.

“Did you brush your teeth and clean your face after she kissed you?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, and Bucky can’t stop himself and bursts out laughing.

“Yes,” he whispers, and he places one of his hands on your neck to pull you closer. His lips touch yours softly, and you almost melt in his embrace. Bucky moves his lips against yours, and a small smile appears on his lips.

“I love you, James,” you mumble against his lips, and he rolls his eyes.

“Can you be serious for a moment, doll?” he asks, laughing, and you look like you need to think about it before you answer him.

“I don’t know what you mean, James,” you giggle.

“But I love you too, doll,” he chuckles, pressing his lips on yours again to make you shut up and feel you as close as possible in that moment. He feels complete and comfortable now, being with his girl, the one he loves more than everyone, the one who loved him even when he was the Winter Soldier.

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what makes a princess

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Summary: Morgan asks a question about Jane's royalty status that leads to her revealing one of Loki's secrets

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warning/s: potentially inaccurate depictions of how to become royalty in Asgard; other than that, none, this is just fluff [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Morgan being an adorable lil beb; Nat doling out some tickle torture; teammates/coworkers to lovers

"Is Auntie Jane a princess?" 

You looked up from your laptop, taking a break from typing out your latest set of reports to wrap up your most recent mission with Nat to look at little Morgan Stark, who was sitting across you at the dining table. She looked the spitting image of her father as she anticipated your answer. 

"I don't…think so…?" you trailed off, trying to remember if Thor had even mentioned anything recently about plans to marry the mystical hammer wielding scientist. "Maybe one day soon, baby. When they get married."

"Who's getting married?" The velvety low timbre of Loki's voice nearly made you jump out of your seat, his fingers briefly ghosting over the skin of your shoulder not helping in the slightest. A small squeak of protest slipped from your mouth when he picked up your coffee mug. "Ease your worry, darling. I'm simply refilling your cup. Black with a teaspoon of sugar, or would you prefer something sweeter?" 

Morgan's little laugh began to echo throughout the common area. "You have confuzzled brows again, Auntie Y/N." 

The image of the raven-haired god looking up at you through his lashes from where he stood behind the kitchen island may very well haunt your dreams tonight in the best possible way. "You know what…surprise me, Mischief." The smirk he sent your way should have had you worried with what he had in mind, and yet the only thing you felt was the violent fluttering in your stomach that had nothing to do with your prolonged fasting. "As for your first question…we were talking about Thor and Jane." 

"Ah, well my oaf of a brother may think he's been keeping relatively quiet about the matter, but that day will most definitely be coming sooner rather than later," he spoke over the clinking of a metal spoon stirring around in your cup. 

"So it's like in the cartoons?" Morgan directed her question at him. "The prince has to marry the woman he loves so that she becomes a princess?" 

"Not quite, little Stark." Your brows knit together again at the sound of whipped cream coming out of a can coming from his direction. "There are no strict marital customs in Asgard, and as such if a member of the royal court were to publicly commit themself to another, then in turn that individual would become royalty as well. Thor has publicly committed himself to Doctor Foster, and despite having abdicated the throne to the Valkyrie, he is still a Prince of Asgard." 

"So Auntie Jane is a princess?" 

"Don't arm us with this info, Laufeyson. I might just call her Princess Foster for the rest of time," Nat's voice sounded through the common area, her usually lethal hands wielding a more delicate touch when she ruffled the hair on your and Morgan's heads before occupying the seat beside you. 

"By Asgardian customs, yes. You can consider Doctor Foster a princess." 

The assassin eyed Loki's approaching form with a knowing smirk on her face, tilting her head to look at the mug he placed on the table a few inches from your hand. "Hold on, are you telling us that all that's needed for someone to be considered royalty in Asgard is if a member of the royal family is in love with them? That's it?" 

"If it's as widely known as how my brother loves his mortal," he confirmed. "And while I surmise that she will not appreciate being addressed as such, you would not be incorrect in calling her Princess or Your Highness." You were acutely aware of the god's proximity to you from the slight movement in the corner of your eye of his fingers at the back of your chair. And the slight heat coming from his body literally inches from your side.

"Her Royal Highness, Princess Jane Foster," you mused, blowing lightly on the hot beverage in your mug and holding back the slightest thrill as the taste of your favorite little indulgence, a white chocolate mocha with a cold vanilla flavored whipped cream on top, flooded your tastebuds and blanketed you in an instant comfort. "She's definitely gonna hate that. Thank you, Mischief." 

Your heart caught in your throat when he tucked a hand under your chin, keeping you looking up at him as his free hand straightened out the ruffled locks of your hair, putting them neatly back into place. "My pleasure, little mortal," he murmured, swiping his thumb briefly at the corner of your mouth before walking back to the kitchen, starting on his own drink.

"You wanna fill me in on this domestic bliss vibe I'm picking up from Horns over there?" Nat whispered, leaning in so close she was practically draped on your lap trying to sneak the cup of coffee away from you to take a quick sniff. "He knows your 'treat yourself coffee'? Alright how long have you two been doing the horizontal tango, spill the hardware details, I'm texting Wanda and Jane. Toot suite. You've been holding out on us, you absolute slut--Ow." 

You rolled your eyes at her reaction to you elbowing her in the side. "Please, we both know that barely tickled. Now stand down, Romanoff, I haven't been holding back on anything and you know it--"

"That means you're a princess, too, Auntie Y/N!"

The Russian spy chuckled at Morgan's excitement, resting her chin on your shoulder like a child awaiting a bedtime story. "Uhm…no, sweetie. It doesn't work like that," you tried explaining to the little girl. "See there's more than one kind of love. There's the romantic love like you see in your princess movies, and that's the type that your Dad has for your Mom, the type Thor has for Jane. And that's what makes your Auntie Jane a princess."

"Then there's the love for family and friends," Nat continued for you, motioning between the three of you. "The way I love you, Uncle Clint, Auntie Y/N, and the rest of the team--well, most of them." She elbowed you before you could let out the teasing words dancing at the tip of your tongue. The name of the one that Nat loved in the romantic sense. "Not a single word, Williams."

"I wasn't gonna say anything," you deflected coyly, batting your eyes to feign innocence. "It's not like when you said 'most' my mind immediately went to a certain Serge--NAT!!" You busted out into giggles as nimble fingers found every single ticklish spot by your ribs and showed you no mercy. "I'll get--hahahahaha--I'll get you back for thihihihis, Romanoff, I promise you."

You made a quick note to slip some hot pink hair dye into her shampoo bottle on your next sleepover. The tickling onslaught had taken up all your attention that you didn't even notice that the dark-haired Asgardian leaning back against the kitchen counter was watching the scene before him, a fond smile slowly stretching across his face the longer he watched you.

Nat eventually let up once you started clutching your stomach from laughing too hard, continuing her explanation to little baby Morgan, who was currently the picture of angelic patience. And now looking not a thing like her father.

"Anyway, that kind of love is the kind that Thor has for us. That means that while there is love there, it doesn't make the entire team princes and princesses. You get me, baby?" 

"I get you, Auntie Nat. But you don't get me. Auntie Y/N is a princess, too." 

You took a breath before closing your laptop, promising yourself that you'd finish the reports later tonight. "Last I checked, sweetheart, Asgardian Barbie doesn't like me like that." 

She rolled her eyes at you. "I know that! But Prince Loki does, and that's why you're a princess, too!" 

The amused smile on your face immediately dropped at her words, your neck twitching from the sound of a spoon clattering against the sink and the sound of hurried footsteps walking out of the kitchen causing your skin to prickle. "Morgan…sweetie, you know it's not nice to say things that aren't true," you said softly, not bothering to mask the wavering tone of your voice. 

"But it is!" she insisted, pointing her little hand towards the door. "Princess Auntie Jane, tell her!" 

"Princess--? Oh…I'm guessing you all know about those customs in Asgard that technically make me a princess now?" You nodded your answer at her, not trusting yourself to say anything while you were still struggling to wrap your head around that bombshell that Morgan dropped on you. Wondering if it even was a bombshell to begin with or just the child's overactive imagination. "So I'm also guessing that now you all know that Y/N's a princess, too?" 

"She most definitely is not," you protested, briefly poking at her ribs to drive your point home. "Jane. Babes, this isn't funny." You motioned a pointed finger between her and Nat. "You both know how I feel about him, so baiting me with this kind of hope is just cruel and unusual punishment, especially when I know I haven't done anything wrong to either of--"

"You kind of really are, though," the scientist kept on, giving you a look as if she was amused by how this was completely new information to you. "You really didn't know that Mr 'You are all beneath me' wants you literally beneath him?" 

"Foster, I am two seconds away from kicking your ass over that line. Mostly because I didn't think of it myself." You elbowed Nat in the side again. "Harder. I could almost feel that." 

"Can you two just be serious for two seconds and tell the baby that she's wrong about Loki?" 

You were about to face Morgan again to advise her to find the god and apologize for saying something so outlandish, when Nat and Jane moved in unison, a hand placed on each of your shoulder, leaning in a way that you were now face to face with both of them.

"Okay, little baby," Jane started with a mock serious look. "You're wrong about Loki." 

"Unbelievably wrong," Nat capped off. "Fine. If you don't believe us, then let's start with how he saved you from that building in Belarus." 

"He has saved each of our asses at least once in the last few years," you argued.

"Yeah, but he doesn't heal us with his magic and then stays with us in the medical wing waiting for us to wake up. And I should know because that entire night Thor gave me a laundry list of the times that he got injured from battle and Loki would tell him, and I quote, that 'he shouldn't expend his energy on healing magic when it could have been better utilized for fortifying defenses'." 

"That's--That can't--That doesn't sound right," you muttered, trying to remember anything from Belarus other than being trapped under a collapsed column, convinced that your legs were done for and you'd never walk again, assuming that anyone would even find you in the wreckage. And then next thing you knew you were in the medical wing, with the god only briefly touching your head and telling you that he was glad you were alright before running off to call for Bruce to check on you.

"You make him smile," Morgan spoke up, her face lit up the same way it did when you sat with her on Princess Movie Nights. 

"He smiles around everyone as long as they're not your father or your Uncle Steve." 

"No, Auntie Y/N." She flopped herself onto the table, arms outstretched towards you, like she was trying to quite literally grab your attention and hold on to it. "With us, Prince Loki smiles with his face. When you're around, he smiles with his heart." 

Her words had you stunned silent, frozen in your seat as your friends let you go to walk over to the other side of the table and lift Stark's daughter up in the air to wrap her in a warm embrace and nuzzle her cheeks, earning them several little echoing giggles from her. 

"I uhm…I should go," you mumbled, standing from the table and giving your laptop a small tap. "I'll finish my reports tonight." 

"Tomorrow," Nat corrected you. "I have a feeling you're gonna be a bit busy tonight, Princess." 

Your pulse was drumming loudly in your ears with every step you took towards Loki's apartment, every single nerve on your body on high alert as if readying you to run at a moment's notice. Whether that was away from his place and back to the compound to tell everyone they were wrong, or into his arms, was yet to be seen.

When you reached his door, you could hear voices coming from the other side. One more hushed and panicked, the other jovial and boisterous. Thor.

"You should have stayed, Brother! You finally need not hide your affections for her, and might I say. 'Tis about time because your skirting around her was getting more than tiresome, Jane and I have been considering locking you two in a tiny room together so you could just tell her." 

You couldn't hear what Loki said in response other than something about 'being exposed by Stark's offspring', but that was more than enough to convince you that maybe this wouldn't end in you feeling like a total clown. That maybe there was more credit to the words of Morgan and your friends than you first believed. 

Just three seconds of bravery, that's all you need, you told yourself, raising your hand to rap on the door before you could talk yourself out of it. 

"It seems that in matters of the heart, your little mortal is braver than you, Brother," you heard the blond Asgardian comment before the door opened to reveal the towering bulging god, giving you a knowing look before shuffling out of your way. "I will gladly answer any question he leaves unanswered by the end of the week, my friend." 

"I'm holding you to that, Blondie," you waved him off with a playful smile before turning to face Loki. "Can we talk?" 

He looked at you with a hint of caution, almost as if he was on the same level of anxiety that you were, before giving you a small nod and motioning toward the door. "Come in, darling." 

The words tumbled out of you as soon as you closed the door. "They told me about Belarus." The caution in his eyes turned into panic. "But I need to hear it from you. Because I have…gaps? In my memory. Things I can't reconcile." 

He closed the distance separating you two, taking your hands in his. "Ask me." 

"The last thing I remember from that building was that I couldn't feel my legs. And I know that even with all the tech Stark has at his disposal, I shouldn't be up on my feet right now. Not like this. Rhodey is still in crutches despite all the efforts of Stark and Banner combined, and yet somehow…I'm not. So please. Tell me. Did you--" 

"I healed you," he cut you off, finishing your inquiry. "I could not bear the thought of you waking up distraught. Adjusting to a new reality where you had to rely on any form of machinery to help you function. Not when I knew that I could cure those ails." 

The air left your lungs at his admission, leaving you struggling to even form your next words. "What happened to energy better expended fortifying defenses?" 

His mouth turned up slightly in a knowing smirk. "I see my brother told Doctor Foster of our days in the battlefield." 

"And he's a touch wounded about it." You gave him a playful squint of your eyes, trying your damnedest to keep the mood light despite how closely he was standing, so close you could feel the slight heat radiating off of him, thinning the air to the point that you found it hard to take in your next breaths. "Why did you do it? You were in the clear, everyone else was in the clear, we finished the mission--"

"I didn't give a damn about the mission," he hissed, stepping even closer to you and effectively trapping you between him and the solid door behind you. His breath came out in shuddering exhales, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly as he rested his forehead against yours. "The only objective that held any weight with me was keeping you safe." His hand rested lightly on your waist, thumb softly stroking your ribcage. "I have braved far worse things than a burning building and I will face even more dire perils if it means your safety. If it means I do not have to witness your light fading away. And as for why…"

He brought his hand up to cup the side of your face, pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose before his lips ghosted a path to your forehead. If it hadn't been for the god wrapping his arm around you and securing you against him, you would have sunk to the ground from his attentions. 

"It is because Stark's daughter speaks the truth," he whispered into your skin, pressing a kiss between your brows. "Because I love you, precious mortal. I never intended for you to know this, to be burdened with the knowledge of my affections, but seeing as I cannot unring this bell, I only wish for you to know that I hold you under no obligation to say anything. All I ask is for to not detest me for my--"

"Are you sure you don't want me to say anything?" you choked out, your heart at your throat from attempting to come to terms with this reality. That these words were actually coming from the god you'd silently pledged your heart to so long ago. That not only did he feel the same, but he was on the exact same page that you were on, believing that the love was unrequited.

"I have long ago resigned to the certainty that my affections for you are--"

"Requited," you breathed, raising shaking hands to rest on his chest, tears welling in your eyes as you felt his erratic heartbeat against your palm. "Don't you dare even try to unring this bell because I don't detest you, Mischief." You braced yourself on his shoulders, rising to the tips of your toes to press a soft, fleeting kiss to his lips. "I love you, too." 

You felt your feet leave the ground as his arm tightened around you and lifted you up, bringing your faces level to one another, his fingers weaving through your hair in a firm yet gentle hold. "Are you sure, darling? You wish to be mine?" 

"Yes!" you blurted out, your face breaking out into a grin that instantly made your cheeks ache. You could feel the tension that flooded you just moments ago slowly melting away at the sight of him mirroring your joy over the turn of events. Any words you wished to say fell silent with a small squeak at the back of your throat when he leaned in again and captured your lips in a more heated kiss, sighing into each others mouths as he lifted you away from the wall, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. 

When Loki held you up by one arm, opening his apartment door with the other and proceeding to walk back out into the hallway, you let out a little squeak against his lips. "Where--"

"You'll see, my love," he said with a chuckle, pressing one more kiss to your lips before shifting his hold on you, swinging your whole body until he carried you bridal style. "I believe I owe someone a small debt of gratitude for telling you what I had insisted I keep to myself for fear of your abhorrence." 

He leaned down and touched his forehead to yours, lightly rubbing the tips of your noses together and making you giggle at the tender gesture. "I could never--"

"I told you he smiles with his heart!" Morgan's little voice pierced the silence of the hall. "And now you do, too, Princess Auntie Y/N!" 

A/N: For some reason this has been microwaving in my head for weeks before I even began writing it, so now y'all have it, too 👀🫡

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Hello! Can I please request headcannons for avengers (+ Loki as bf) x reader who’s very sensitive and how they would react and handle her on the days she’s especially sensitive? :)

Avengers x sensitive reader

Everyone got their experience with how sensitive you are, some didn’t go as well and others well…they learned

For example tony learned to keep it down with the sarcasm, he knows you can take a joke every once in a while but sometimes it just hits harder than it should

Thor learned to be not as loud because you get startled easily and with the amount of daggers Loki has thrown his way he was bound to learn his lesson

Bruce is your favorite to chat with after Loki though, he’s always soft spoken and his little commentary makes you smile

Wanda and Peter are the only two Loki trusts completely around you, Peter is too nice and wanda is overprotective of you

No one yells at you, like literally you chose death if you do

"Why are you upset? Who hurt? I’ll make hulk crush them!" "No!"

Loki finds it endearing when you get emotional over happy memories or something you’re so invested

"What’s wrong, the character in your book having difficulties?" "Yes…"

Natasha shares some of her extravagant only her can touch chocolates with you on a practical emotional day

Loki likes to pamper your face with kisses till you feel better

Sometimes whenever in around they all settle in the sitting area and cuddle against each other with you in the middle

Bucky gives you alpine when he’s around because he knows you like playing with it

One of Steve’s methods to burn the negative emotions with you is forcing you to go on jogs with him

"Let all the negativity energy out!" "I don’t think I’ll have any type of energy left by the end of this!"

Loki tickles you, like it’s damn annoying but it always ends up with you laugh/crying in the best way possible

That’s all I got but hopefully it’s good enough!

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Family Forged Between Realms - Part 2

Word count: 10,700

Pairing: Thor and Loki x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: bullying coworkers, a bit of angst

I had a ton of fun writing this, but it ended up much longer than I anticipated! (whoops 😂)

The original storyline was based on this Prompt requesting a platonic Loki x reader fic where the reader is working with unkind coworkers, and Loki decides to get to the bottom of it. Another prompt requested to make it part 2 to Family Forged Between Realms, which just fit so perfectly! I hope you all enjoy!

Read Part 1

"Sometime today, please."

"Shut up, Loki - I'm thinking!"

Your tongue protruded slightly from the corner of your mouth as your eyes skimmed along the wooden blocks stacked in front of you. Cautiously, you lifted your index finger to prod ever so gently against the center block on one of the middle rows, retracting it immediately when you realized the block wasn't budging. A sigh of frustration burst through your nose as you continued to search for a loose block.

"Does this Jenga game always take this long?"

"Shh - Loki! Our dear friend is trying to concentrate."

"Thank you, Thor," you hummed, shooting Loki a narrow-eyed glare. He rolled his eyes in response, leaning his elbow on the table and propping his chin up in his hand.

You supposed you couldn't blame him for being bored - it had been Thor who'd suggested the three of you play some games from your childhood. The three of you had already taken turns playing Connect Four, followed by a game of Scattergories where Loki had absolutely decimated both you and Thor. Selfishly, you'd chosen Jenga next, knowing you were skilled at it.

You poked at the block on the right side of a row closer to the bottom, finding there was a bit more give with this one. As you gradually began to slide it out of its place, your cell phone began vibrating in your pocket. The sudden buzzing startled you, causing you to push a bit too hard on the block and jostle the one next to it loose. The entire tower toppled to the table with a crash.

"All that fuss, and this is where it got you?" Loki queried teasingly. The corner of his mouth twitched upward as he heard you groan defeatedly.

"My phone is ringing," you muttered, pulling your phone out of your pocket as you scooted your chair back and stood from the table. "That was an unfair distraction - I call a rematch!"

"Perhaps you shouldn't keep your cellular device in your pocket, if it's so distracting to you."

You turned your head to stick out your tongue at the mischievous god, earning a chuckle as you spun on your heel and left the room to take your call in private. Thor had already begun restacking the Jenga blocks on the table as you vanished into the living area of your apartment.

"Hello?"

“Hey – I have a huge favor to ask of you.”

The voice of one of your university friends echoed through the speaker of your cell phone. Mandy had been one of the few friends who carried through after you graduated from school. She'd started on the same biotechnology track you'd followed, but after a year she realized it wasn't what she truly wanted to do in life. After that, she'd dropped out in favor of pursuing her true passion in clothing design. Still, you'd kept in touch all these years despite how your paths had branched in different directions.

"I'm finally opening my boutique next Saturday."

"Mandy - that's awesome! Congratulations!" you gushed, pride surging through you for your friend. "Did you get that building over on Park Avenue like you'd wanted?"

"Yes! Near the little French café!" The elation was evident in her voice. "I'm so unbelievably excited!"

"I bet you are! But... what favor do you need from me?"

She paused for a moment. You could hear the boys bickering in the other room about how to set up the blocks, which made you snicker silently to yourself.

"I hired enough staff to run the shop from 8:00am to 8:00pm, but one of them just backed out on me. Without her, I'm missing some of the evening shift coverage. I'm working on hiring a replacement, but it'll be at least a couple months before I get someone new onboarded."

"So... sorry, I don't follow. How can I help?" Your brow furrowed in confusion.

"Well - you live a few blocks away, and I know you have flexible hours with Dr. Banner... And I know I can trust you, and you're so smart, and a hard worker, and-"

"Woah, woah. Are you asking me to work in your shop?"

"I would pay you!" she insisted quickly. "I know you'd do a great job, and it would only be until I hire someone..."

"Mandy - are you sure I'd be a good fit? I-hi mean, I don't have any fashion sense, you know as well as I do."

"You don't need to! You'd just be helping with tracking inventory and supervising the shop during business hours. It's all numbers, I swear!" There was a level of desperation in her tone that was starting to break your resolve. "I would owe you big time. Please??"

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. It had been years since you'd worked outside of the science field. And you weren't entirely sure you would fit in with the undoubtedly stylish and trendy patrons who would be frequenting her shop. But Mandy was a good friend. She'd been there for you through some rough times in the past, and you felt compelled to return the favor.

"Alright. I'll help you out for a few weeks."

"You are a LIFESAVER! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" she squealed. "Let's meet up for coffee tomorrow to go over the details, ok?"

When you returned to the kitchen after finishing your call, you found Thor and Loki already locked in a Jenga match between the pair of them. For having griped so much about you taking your time on your own turn, Loki was spending an inordinate amount of time prodding at the blocks to take his turn. He hadn't noticed you enter. It was an opportunity too good to pass up.

Silently, you crept up behind him, hushing Thor with a finger pressed to your lips as his gaze flitted up to meet yours. Just as Loki finally began to slide a block out from the center of the tower, you extended your hands and dug your fingers into his ribs on either side. He barked out a laugh, jolting and sending the blocks of the tower tumbling across the table.

"What the- you!"

You leapt backward as his head whipped around to look at you, giggling and holding your hands up defensively.

"I-hi was just evening the plahaying field- NOHO LOKI!"

He swiftly advanced on you and caught you around the waist, wasting little time in wriggling his fingers into your ribcage. You twisted in his grip, pleading for Thor to assist through desperate giggles.

"Never mess with the God of Mischief - haven't you learned this by now?" he growled playfully, releasing you after a few more seconds of torment.

"Yeah, yeah..." you shrugged him off, rolling your eyes with a grin as you straightened your shirt.

"Who was it that contacted you?" Thor asked amicably.

"Oh, have I got a story for you two!"

You sat down at the table, rehashing the conversation with your friend. They listened intently, a gleam of amusement in their eyes as you explained how you'd be spending your evenings for the upcoming weeks.

"So our hangouts are gonna have to be a little later in the evening some days, just so you know," you explained.

"Perhaps we could simply come visit you at work?" Thor suggested. You snorted.

"Ahabsolutely not. I'm not giving you the address - you two harass me at work here already, I can't have you doing the same while I'm managing a shop."

"Are you suggesting you're embarrassed by our company?" Thor chided, poking your side.

"Ack- no, that is not what I'm suggesting," you retorted, swatting at his hand. "But you two have a tendency to be annoying big brothers sometimes."

"Who, us?" Loki gasped sarcastically.

"We're nothing of the sort!" Thor added with a poorly disguised grin.

"I'm not telling you - end of story," you declared, a finality in your tone. "Now then," - you reached for two of the blocks closest to your seat, beginning to set up the tower - "Let's get on with that rematch I asked for."

* * *

You arrived the following Saturday at the boutique promptly at 3:30 to begin your shift. The smell of new leather and subtle lavender met your nostrils the moment you stepped inside. Mandy must have been toying with pleasant fragrances to entice people to stay and browse longer, you thought. A clever trick. And you certainly weren’t complaining about the flowery scent.

The shop itself was moderately sized, but Mandy had strategically made use of open space to make it feel much larger. Various rows of clothing racks stocked with vibrant patterns and classic neutrals lined the walls. A few mannequins were scattered throughout the store, fashioning some of Mandy’s favorite outfits to make them stand out. A few lavishly cushioned sofas and armchairs were set out in the center of the boutique. In the back, a small row of fitting rooms with full length mirrors standing outside were available to try on pieces, with aesthetic spotlight lighting overhead to bring out the color and shine of the clothing.

“Thank you SO much for doing this!!” Mandy exclaimed when she spotted you enter, rushing over to give you a hug. “You have NO idea how much I appreciate it!”

“The shop looks fantastic!” you praised with a smile. “Have you had a lot of customers so far?”

“It’s been steady for our opening day!” She beamed with pride. “We’re expecting a rush from 4 to 6 when the weekend workers are out and about, and it should die down before you close up.”

“You aren’t staying?”

Mandy offered you an apologetic smile. “I have to get over to the bank before they close to finish up some finance paperwork. But I have full confidence that you, Chloe and Samantha can close up without me! I trust you!” Her eyes lifted to glance at the checkout counter where a woman stood ringing out a customer. “Oh! Speaking of - I’ll introduce you to the other Saturday evening staff!”

The woman at the counter had an air of trendy elegance about her, both in the way she carried herself and the way she dressed. Her dress was on point with the current fashion magazines, and her honey blonde hair hung loose around her shoulders in effortless loose curls.

“Chloe! This is my friend!” Mandy exclaimed as she tugged you over by the wrist. The woman - Chloe, you gathered - glanced up from the register as she finished thanking the customer for shopping. You felt uncomfortably exposed as her blue eyes skimmed over your dress clothes, a poorly disguised scowl pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“A pleasure,” she stated flatly, returning her attention to her work.

“Where is Sam hiding?”

Chloe looked up without bothering to turn her head. “Around.”

Seemingly unfazed by her indifference, Mandy began to lead you toward the back of the store where a closed door labeled ‘staff only’ stood in the opposite corner from the fitting rooms. As she reached for the handle, the door opened of its own accord, another woman emerging from the other side. She was similarly dressed in the latest style, brunette hair tied back in a loose bun.

“Oh! Hi Mandy, so sorry!” the woman squeaked in surprise. Her smile fell slightly when her eyes landed on you. “Is this a new customer..?”

Mandy introduced you to the woman - Samantha, as you learned. She greeted you with a smile that looked more like a grimace. You were beginning to feel more and more out of place by the second.

With a quick glance down at her wrist, Mandy’s eyes widened as she hastily began making her way toward the exit.

“I have to get moving or the bank is going to close - I’m so sorry! Chloe and Sam will go over all the closing procedures! Just make sure the register is balanced and the alarm is set before you lock up!” she gushed as she walked backwards toward the door. “And thanks again!!”

“It’s no problem!” you responded with what you hoped was a cheerful tone. With that, your friend slipped out the door, leaving you alone with the other two employees.

You decided to spend some time familiarizing yourself with the inventory in the back room and reviewing the log books for the start of your shift. Chloe continued assisting patrons as they checked out their purchases at the register, while Sam flitted around the shop asking if customers needed help or simply complementing their selections. They were, truthfully, both very good at their jobs. You could understand now why Mandy had hired them. Perhaps once you got to know them better, they would warm up to you more.

After an hour or so in the back, you popped out into the main boutique again to find the place flooded with patrons. You made your way over to the register where Chloe stood before a line of customers.

“Hey! I’ll help out up here, it’s getting pretty busy,” you offered, stepping around behind the counter to join her. Chloe raised her impeccably manicured brows at you.

“I’ve got things under control here,” she assured sharply.

“The line is seven people long,” you argued, “I’m happy to help speed things up. It’s a lot for one person.”

With a chaste apology to the customer who had just stepped up to the register, Chloe grasped your arm above your elbow and led you a few feet away from the counter.

“I think it would be best if you stayed in the back,” she suggested in a hushed tone.

“Why?”

“Well…” Her eyes scanned up and down the length of your body. “Mandy is looking to attract a certain clientele. And you… well, you just aren’t dressed the part to bring in those clients.”

You felt a rush of heat in your cheeks, both out of anger and embarrassment. “So then, what exactly do you propose I do?”

"Balance the finance books? Count inventory? Organize the stockroom?" she shrugged apathetically. "I don't really care, to be honest. Just stay out of sight."

Without another word, she turned her back on you and returned to the register to continue ringing out customers. Biting your tongue to keep from lashing out, you swiftly stepped out from behind the counter and made your way to the back room, glad for a moment alone.

As closing time drew nearer, you began to grow restless. There was only so much inventory counting you could do, being only the first day open. Perhaps there was some tidying that you could do as the customer numbers began to dwindle toward the end of the night. Grabbing a broom and dustpan from the storage closet in the back, you made your way back out to the main boutique to sweep up the dust and dirt of the busy New York streets that had been tracked inside over the course of the day.

"What are you doing??"

You froze on the spot, startled by Sam's sudden shrieking. She glanced around hurriedly, as though trying to evaluate how many patrons saw you, before scurrying over to you and draping an arm around your shoulders.

"Don't worry about cleaning up, alright? It will be taken care of, I promise," she assured in a sickeningly sweet, yet condescending tone.

"Who else is going to do it?"

"Er... Mandy has... a cleaning crew that comes after hours." You could tell by her sudden fidgeting she was lying through her teeth. Narrowing your eyes, you set the broom against the wall beside you and folded your arms across your chest.

"What's the big problem with me doing some tidying up? I'm sure the cleaning crew will appreciate the help," you drawled. Sam leaned in closer so she could speak in a low whisper.

"I think it's just better that you stay out of sight, ok? With an outfit like that..." She shuddered as though thoroughly disturbed by your clothing. "Let's just find you something to do in the back room, alright?"

Sam began to pressure you toward the door to the stockroom with the arm still wrapped over your shoulders. Scoffing, you ducked out from under her arm, grabbing the broom from where you'd left it.

"I can walk by myself, thank you."

Feeling no desire to continue the argument, you reluctantly made your way back to the stockroom and slammed the door shut behind you. With a frustrated sigh, you leaned back against the door, allowing your head to rest against the polished wood. You didn't view yourself as a fashion icon by any means, but you didn't think your style was all that bad.

When the store finally closed at 8pm, you were finally able to exit the stockroom without any griping from your coworkers. The three of you worked in silence as you counted the register contents and locked them up in a safe in the back. Trying your best to be cordial, considering you'd be working with these ladies for at least a couple months, you amicably bade them goodnight as you all parted ways. Both responded with a curt farewell before climbing into their cars and driving off down the street.

During your short walk back to the tower, you thought more about the events of the evening. Maybe you'd do a bit of shopping yourself before your next shift just to get these women off your back. After all - you did want Mandy to succeed, and if Chloe and Sam who were good at their jobs thought you weren't dressing the part, maybe you could spare a bit of effort for your friend's sake.

You'd have been lying if you'd said you weren't looking forward to your sneakers and lab coat when you went to work in Dr. Banner's lab the next morning.

* * *

Over the next week, you worked three additional shifts. Mandy had seven people working for her, and by the following Sunday, you'd worked with all of them at least once. And not one of them seemed to like you.

Every day was more of the same. Even after you'd gone out shopping for some new clothes, it seemed you just weren't stylish enough to placate the other trendy staff members of the boutique. By the third shift, you began simply trying to avoid them all rather than attempting to make conversation. It was beginning to wear on you.

"Are you alright?"

"Hmm?" You glanced up from the television screen at the sound of Thor's voice beside you. He and Loki had dropped by your apartment on your evening off to check in and see how things were going. It was unlike you to go longer than a few days without visiting the Avengers suite, you knew. But after working during the day for Dr. Banner and then spending your evenings hiding from your coworkers, the idea of actually socializing was sort of exhausting.

"You seem distracted this evening," Thor elaborated. "Normally you've made at least three or four snide comments about this film by this point, but you haven't said a word since we've started watching."

"I'm just tired," you reasoned flippantly. "Long hours working two jobs, you know?"

Thor leaned forward to gaze at Loki across the sofa. "Brother? Is our dear friend lying?"

Loki squinted at you as he analyzed your facial expression. You weren't certain how the God of Lies executed his magical lie detector tests. Taking slow, deep breaths through your nose, you attempted to slow your heart rate and maintain a straight, casual expression as his eyes bored into you.

"I'm not certain it was the whole truth," he declared finally, folding his arms sternly across his chest. "Come, now. Don't withhold information from us."

"Yes, tell us everything!" Thor concurred eagerly. "We want to support you!"

"I'm telling you, I'm just tired!" you insisted, leaning back against the backrest and stretching your legs out to rest on the coffee table. "I'm not sure what else you're looking for here."

Thor's gaze flitted up to meet Loki's once again. They had some sort of brief, silent exchange that you couldn't quite read. Then, suddenly, Loki's hands clasped around your wrists.

"Wha- LOKI! What gives??" You yelped in surprise as he yanked your wrists closer to himself, holding your arms outstretched from your body. It all fell into place the second Thor's fingers suddenly slotted up under your arms.

"Tell us the truth!" Thor urged, a hint of suppressed laughter in his tone as he scratched at your uppermost ribs. You immediately exploded with belly laughter, yanking desperately against Loki's hold on your wrists to try to block the space under your arms.

"I-HI TOHOLD YOU AHALREADY!!"

"Mm, brother, you're not quite in the right spot," Loki mentioned casually, as if having a normal conversation.

"Ah, yes. Silly me."

Laughter turned to shrieks and noncoherent pleas when Thor shifted his focus to the softer, more pliant skin in the hollows under your arms. Loki's grip was far too strong for you to overcome, especially in this weakened state. Already, you'd become breathless, laughter falling silent. Thor seemed to pick up on it, kneading his way down your ribcage to your sides to allow you a slight reprieve.

"Will you tell us the truth now?" Thor pressured.

"Ihi swehehear I'm nohot hiding thihings!" you insisted desperately. Sensing your exhaustion, Thor relented and Loki released your wrists. You took a few deep breaths, greedily sucking in oxygen. "I'm just... a little stressed... is all."

"We shall take your word for it." Thor didn't sound overly convinced. "But please, know that you can tell us anything. We're family - right, brother?"

"Hmm? Oh - yes. Family." Loki had since gone back to reading, clearly no longer paying attention to anything Thor said. You could tell by the worried creases in his forehead when he looked at you that he was more concerned than he was letting on outwardly.

It really wasn't a big deal, you thought to yourself as you settled deeper into the sofa cushions to go back to watching your movie. It certainly wasn't enjoyable, of course, working with such outspoken coworkers. But as long as you stayed hidden away in the stockroom, the shifts went by fairly smoothly. You liked to think they had Mandy's best interests in mind, although you wished they could be a bit more tactful about it.

* * *

After about a month working in the boutique, you weren't so sure how much more you could take.

Rather than your relationships with your coworkers improving over time, as you'd hoped, things seemed to only get worse between you. Not a day went by that someone didn't make some snide comment about the way you dressed, or the way you'd styled your hair. If you even so much as attempted to help with anything outside of the stockroom during business hours, you received a sharp scolding. It had truly crossed over the threshold from rudeness to straight up bullying.

How ridiculous, you thought. Being bullied in grade school was unfortunately a common occurrence, but you were a full-grown adult at this point. It was childish and silly to get so worked up over bullies at your age. And yet, you couldn't help but wince at the sharp sting of their words every time they said something cruel to you. Each dig sliced deeper and deeper into your skin, reopening the same wound that was simply never given the time to heal.

It felt juvenile to tell anyone about your plight with your coworkers. Informing Mandy about the situation seemed almost akin to "tattling" to the teacher. While you weren't above it in grade school, it felt embarrassing to even consider doing so in your adulthood. There was always the option to quit, you knew, but you knew it would make things harder on your friend. Your altruism and stubborn resolve prevented you from abandoning her in her time of need.

Thor and Loki had already begun to notice your change in demeanor after the first week, but you only seemed to regress further as time wore on. Days at a time went by without them hearing from you. When you did allow them to stop by for a visit, you were distant and devoid of your usual lively spark. They didn't want to pry - you'd made it fairly clear you weren't interested in discussing whatever it was that had been bothering you. But your surrogate brothers were genuinely beginning to worry about you - even Loki, despite the aloof front he put on whenever Thor tried to discuss the matter with him.

After an entire week went by without a word from you, Thor decided he'd had enough.

"Brother!" he shouted as he pounded with his closed fist on Loki's closed bedroom door early one morning. "I know you're in there! Open the door and speak with me - this is important!"

The younger Asgardian finally appeared in the doorway, scowling at the elder for disturbing him.

"What could possibly be so important that you felt the need to come here clobbering my door at this time of morning?"

Thor brushed past him to enter his room as he often did, despite how much he knew it irked Loki. "Have you not taken any notice to the fact that our honorary sibling has not called on us in over a week's time??"

"That is what compelled you to barrage my door?!" Loki pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he turned toward his older brother.

"Is our dear friend's welfare not cause enough for your concern?" Thor snapped back.

"Of course I'm concerned! I've been worried sick for weeks!"

The moment the words burst from his mouth, Loki appeared a bit sheepish. Of course Thor knew he cared about you - he simply wasn't one to broadcast his emotions in such outbursts.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Loki spoke again in a much more controlled tone. "W-what is it that's made you decide today that this is an emergency?"

"They are due to come in to work in Banner's lab this morning," Thor explained. "You and I both know they would never miss work - if they will not come to us, we must go to them!"

"And you think that bombarding them while they work is going to make them more willing to tell us what's wrong?" Loki scoffed skeptically.

"We at least must try! Come with me, brother! They may never admit it to us, but they need our support more than ever."

Reluctantly, Loki trudged along behind his brother as Thor set off for Banner's lab. The God of Thunder was determined to get to the bottom of your troubles. Once Thor had set his mind on something, stopping him was akin to trying to halt a charging rhino.

As the brothers approached the door to the lab, the muffled sound of voices echoed from inside. Thor reached for the door handle anyhow, but Loki snatched hold of his elbow and tugged him away from the glass door and out of sight.

"Let go of me, bro- mmpf!" Thor's bellowing was cut short as Loki's palm slammed over his mouth.

"Shh! Banner is speaking with them - listen!" he hissed. Thor's chest deflated and his shoulders loosened as he calmed down, prompting Loki to remove his hand from over his mouth as Thor, too, began to listen.

"It's just... lately you seem to be sort of distracted when you come to work," Banner stated carefully. "I know you're working another job, but I need you to be on your game when you're working in the lab."

"I'm sorry. I've just... been working long hours lately," you responded shamefully.

"Yeah, I know. But your work here is what's most important, isn't it? Last week you wrote down the wrong number on the results of the nuclear arc reactor test. I nearly blew the place up trying to replicate the results - it was off by a full decimal place."

"I promise, Dr. Banner - I care more about my work here than anything."

"I believe you." Banner sounded frustrated still, but his tone softened. "Just try to let your work reflect that, ok?"

"Yes, Dr. Banner."

The guilt and shame laden in your voice made Thor's heart ache in his chest. He turned to Loki, who wore a similarly pained expression.

"It seems things are far worse than we realized, if our friend's work is suffering as well," Thor lamented.

"Yes, it would seem that way," Loki agreed somberly. "I don't suggest we enter the lab at the moment. They will only be humiliated if they realize we've overheard their conversation with Banner."

"Quite right, Loki. Let us leave them alone for the time being."

Both brothers were lost in deep thought as they returned to their dormitories. It was clear that you weren't going to speak to them about whatever was bothering you. Neither brother could stand to watch you suffer in silence any longer. But what could be done to help?

"Loki - I have another idea," Thor declared suddenly, grasping his brother's arm to stop him in the middle of the empty hallway. "It's obvious that whatever is bothering our sibling has something to do with the shop they have been working at - they were their usual upbeat self until they took the job for their friend."

"How astute of you, brother," Loki chided, rolling his eyes. Thor ignored Loki's outburst, continuing on with his explanation.

"If they refuse to tell us what's wrong, why don't we go and find out for ourselves?"

"And how do you propose we do that? We don't even know where this shop is located - as you may recall, they had no interest in providing us the opportunity to visit them while they were working."

"Loki... I'm surprised at you!" Thor chuckled, patting his shoulder heartily. "This sort of thing is right up your alley, is it not?"

"I don't follow."

"When they leave the tower this evening to go to the shop for work, we must follow them without being seen! Then we shall learn where their place of employment is located, and they will be none the wiser."

Loki snickered condescendingly. "You believe you can sneak around and pursue our dear friend without being detected?"

"Why not?"

"Thor - you are quite possibly the most conspicuous being I've ever known," Loki elaborated, shaking his head in amusement. "There is no possible way you could prowl around without being seen."

"I'll have you know that I am a master of disguise!" Thor argued. "I was able to travel the streets of Sakaar as a wanted man without anyone recognizing who I was!" Loki gazed at him skeptically, one brow raised. "... except Valkyrie of course. But she was the only one!"

"If you insist on following our friend this evening, I won't stop you," Loki sighed, conceding to his determined brother's resolve. "But know that if they catch us, you will be taking the fall for this dreadful plan."

"We won't be caught. Have some faith, dear brother."

The Asgardian duo made plans to meet up and hide just outside the tower entrance around the time you typically left for work. There were plenty of signs and topiaries surrounding the entrance for Thor and Loki to conceal themselves. Although, Loki was still not convinced his elder brother was capable of remaining unseen.

You were punctual as always. The brothers were ready and waiting when you appeared through the front entrance. Careful to keep their distance, Thor and Loki followed as you power walked along the crowded New York streets. Much to Loki's surprise, they were able to pursue you undetected. Thor insisted it was his aptitude for stealth - Loki simply chalked it up to you being obviously distracted, as you had been for weeks.

"Look - see, there it is!" Thor hissed excitedly as he pointed toward the building where you were ascending the small staircase to the front door.

"Yes - thank you, brother. I'd never have deduced that, had you not been here," Loki muttered sarcastically. "Now what?"

"Now we find a way inside without them noticing our presence, of course!"

Loki bit back a loud laugh. "You - the God of Thunder - are going to wander into a boutique completely undetected?"

"Yes... I suppose I am rather recognizable," Thor mumbled under his breath, pondering.

"I have a better idea."

Thor gazed curiously at his brother as a green shimmer of light blurred Loki from view for just a moment. When it vanished, in Loki's place stood a handsome, wealthy-appearing business man. HIs sharp facial features had transformed, now showing the face of a man with a neatly-trimmed beard and slicked back brunette hair, wearing a high-end pair of sunglasses to hide his eyes. Complete with an impeccably tailored navy suit overlaying a collared shirt, Loki now appeared to be the exact sort of clientele that would frequent a boutique such as this.

"Excellent, Loki!" Thor praised, patting him on the shoulder. "No one could possibly recognize you underneath this dashing and stylish façade!"

"I beg your pardon," - Loki smoothed the shoulder of his suit where Thor's massive hand had rumpled the fabric - "I like to think I am equally dashing in my usual form."

"Yes, well... we've strayed from the subject at hand. Go on and enter the shop - see what you can learn about our dear friend's sudden change in demeanor!"

Scoffing, Loki turned away from his brother and strode confidently down the sidewalk toward the entrance to your workplace.

You were nowhere to be seen when he stepped through the doorway into the boutique. A few other patrons were buzzing around the shop, sifting through the pricey fabrics and selecting pieces to try on. The only employee he noticed immediately was the young woman standing behind the front register. Her eyes flitted up to meet his as the door shut behind him, a sweet smile crossing her face as she shot him a seductive wink. Merely nodding once in acknowledgement, Loki began perusing the men's wear section as a ruse while he kept an eye out for you.

A solid fifteen minutes went by without any sign of your presence. Loki was approached once by another employee - a male this time, wearing a collared shirt unbuttoned at the top two buttons - but Loki declined the offer for assistance. He made the mistake of glancing once at the window, nearly groaning audibly when he saw Thor's face peeking through the end furthest from the front entrance. Deciding he'd been browsing for too long to justify not trying something on (and requiring an excuse to avoid eye contact with his gawking brother), he selected a suit off one of the racks and made his way toward the fitting rooms.

Then, suddenly, he caught sight of you exiting a door toward the back of the boutique. You almost appeared evasive, as though worried someone might catch you doing something you ought not to. Swiftly, Loki stopped at the nearest clothing rack to feign interest so he could remain within earshot.

"What is it this time??" the male employee suddenly snarled, advancing in your direction. You immediately bristled at the sound of his voice, shoulders pinned back to stand taller and prouder.

"Relax, Jay - I'm just getting an inventory count on the clearance rack," you sneered, making your way toward a rack in the back corner of the store marked with sale signs.

"In that getup? I don't think so," the man - Jay, Loki presumed - shot back. "You look like you fell into the dirty laundry pile at a thrift shop - it's hideous."

Loki's fist clenched tighter around the set of trousers he'd been pretending to consider buying. How dare this man speak to you in such a way?! Was this the person that was bothering you? He'd have the man's tongue cut out if that's what it took to make you happy again.

"I'll only be a few minutes - I don't think anyone will be blinded by my fashion choices in that short amount of time," you retorted bitterly, turning your back to the man. Suddenly, the woman at the register called out to you as well.

"Jason - what is she doing out again?" she drawled in annoyance. "Can't you supervise the nerd for ten minutes?"

That did it.

Loki turned sharply and began advancing toward the man antagonizing you, eyes blazing with fury behind his sunglasses. He'd nearly made it within arms reach of the man when a frantic waving at the window caught his eye.

Thor stood outside, still peering through the window, his arms flailing in a desperate attempt to catch Loki's attention. The moment he realized Loki had caught sight of him, Thor began motioning for him to exit the shop and rejoin him outside. Loki glanced back at you and your antagonistic coworker, seeing your retreating form as you returned to the back room and slammed the door shut behind you. Reluctantly - though he had a right mind to ignore his brother and lay this man out on the floor - Loki altered his course and strode out of the shop without a word.

"Brother!" Thor hissed once Loki was within earshot. "What happened in there?! You looked murderous for a moment!"

"Those other employees are foul, disgusting swine," he raged, dropping his illusion once he was away from view through the window. "I'm not leaving here until I've taught them a lesson about trifling with an Asgardian-"

"Loki! You cannot go back in there!" Thor interjected sternly. "What would our friend say if they were to see you storming into the shop wreaking havoc??"

Loki growled in frustration. Deep down, although he didn't dare to admit it aloud, he knew his brother was right. You hadn't desired their presence here in the first place - you'd be furious if he suddenly stormed back inside in his own Æsir form and began blasting these miscreants to Hel.

"Then what do you propose, dear brother?" he spat stubbornly.

"Let us return here at another time, while our sibling is working in the lab. We shall have a private word with their coworkers."

"Oh, I'll have more than a word-"

"Loki..."

The younger Asgardian rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let's return to the tower, then, before we're spotted."

* * *

Days later, while you were toiling away in Banner's lab, the brothers did indeed return to the boutique. This time, the pair of them entered together, with no illusions to prevent people from recognizing them. That was the intent, after all.

"Pardon," Thor announced himself politely as he and Loki approached the front register. A different woman stood behind the counter this afternoon, though she clearly shared the same arrogant confidence of her other colleagues. Her jaw slackened when her gaze landed on Thor's bulky form, a tinge of pink blossoming in her cheeks.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. God of Thunder?" she purred flirtatiously, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her words caught the attention of the other two employees in the shop, who suddenly meandered over to the front counter to listen. One of them was Jason, the man from the evening that Loki had entered the boutique in disguise. The other was an unfamiliar woman, walking around in fashionable but terribly impractical six-inch heels.

"We're looking for one of your employees," Loki cut in, nauseated by the woman batting her eyelashes at his brother. He provided them your name, at which all three of the employees immediately grimaced.

"They aren't on until this evening," the woman at the register responded curtly. "Might I be able to assist you with something?"

"No - you see, we aren't here to purchase anything," Thor explained as he casually inspected his hammer. "We were simply looking for our sibling - we thought they might be here."

"Sibling?" Jason asked incredulously, poorly suppressing a laugh.

"You are surprised by this?" Thor glanced up from his hammer, allowing his arm to drop to his side.

"Well... yeah, actually. Aren't you two from another planet?"

"Realm, actually," Loki corrected with a glare.

"Not all family ties are bound by blood," Thor added. "Am I to assume, then, that you don't know where they are at the moment?"

"We... don't really interact outside of work," the other woman reasoned, wincing at the thought.

"Well then - we'd best be on our way. Right, Loki?"

"Yes - it seems we've wasted our time," he concurred. As he began to turn toward the door, he paused and looked back at the three dumbfounded employees. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured a slip of paper and a pen, jotting down the phone number to the tower secretary and handing it to the woman at the register. "Do contact us if you should see our sibling. Thor and I would be rather angry should something happen to them."

"Yes, quite right, Loki," Thor agreed, twirling his hammer in his hand. "They are under our protection, after all." He flashed them an ominous glare, suppressing a smirk as the three employees recoiled in fear. "Good afternoon to you all!"

With that, the brothers sauntered out of the shop, reveling in the stunned silence they left in their wake.

"I believe that went quite well," Thor boasted as they began the short walk back to the tower.

"I still would have preferred you'd have allowed me to make an example of one of them," Loki grumbled, balling his fists. "I'm certain they'd never bother our dear friend again if I'd have fastened that 'Jason' character to the wall by his poorly-fitted shirt with my daggers-"

"Yes, yes - I'm certain you'd have instilled the fear of Odin in them all," Thor sighed exasperatedly. "I feel that this non-violent approach was a much better option."

"You lack vision, dear brother..." Loki tutted with a shake of his head.

That evening, Loki was more than a bit surprised when there was yet another pounding on his bedroom door. With a groan of frustration, he stood from his desk chair and stalked over to the door.

“Thor - for the last time, stop clobbering my… oh.”

He swung the door open to reveal not his older brother, but you, standing there with a wild look in your eyes. Before he could say another word, you’d shoved your finger into his chest accusingly.

“What did you do?!” you demanded.

“What did I do?!”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Loki!” You advanced into his room, forcing him backward with a startling amount of strength for a Midgardian. Not that he was trying to fight you, of course. “Everyone at work was suddenly cowering in fear of me, and I know there’s only one reason that would happen! So tell me - what did you do?!”

“Darling, you’re asking the wrong person, honestly - it wasn’t-”

“What’s all this commotion about?”

You whirled around at the sound of Thor’s voice in the doorway, stabbing your finger into his pectoral muscle instead.

“You were in on this! Don’t you deny it! Tell me the truth, both of you!” Your chest heaved with the exertion of your frustration and bellowing. Thor’s blue eyes flitted up to meet Loki’s, an anxious look passing between the two of them. With a defeated sigh, Thor decided to tell you the truth.

“We… may have followed you to your workplace the other day,” he explained sheepishly.

“You what?!”

“We simply couldn’t take it any longer! Obviously something was very wrong!” Thor reasoned desperately. “It all began when you started working at your friend’s shop, so we decided to get to the bottom of it.”

“The mortals you work with in that establishment are witless, bottom-dwelling slugs,” Loki added furiously.

“Why did you not tell us about them in the first place??” Thor demanded.

“Because I knew this would be the result!” You threw your hands up exasperatedly, spinning on your heel and pacing further into the room. “Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to have your brothers go behind your back and threaten your coworkers??”

“We didn’t threaten them, per se…”

“Not directly, at least…”

“That’s not the point!” You spun back around to face them. “I don’t know what things are like on Asgard, but here on Earth, when someone goes and tells bullies off behind your back, it makes you look weak!”

“Have they said this to you?!” Thor raged. “I shall return there immediately and-”

“No! Ugh,” - you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration, - “they won’t say anything, but that’s exactly what they’re thinking!”

“Perhaps we should pay them another visit,” Loki muttered angrily, glancing at Thor.

“No! No more ‘visits’! Just… oh, forget it!”

You suddenly stormed out of the room, brushing briskly past Thor in the process. The door slammed shut behind you without another word, shrouding the brothers in silence.

“Perhaps… perhaps we should have spoken to them first,” Thor pondered sheepishly.

“Yes, I suppose that would have been wise.” Even Loki seemed a bit put out by your scolding.

You headed straight back to your own apartment, slamming and locking the door behind you. A frustrated yell burst from your chest. Why didn’t they understand?? At least before, your coworkers made fun of you to your face - now, they were sure to be talking about you behind your back instead, and that was so much worse.

Maybe you’d been a bit hard on them. After all, they weren’t exactly experts on the social constructs of Midgardian culture. But gods, if it wasn’t so frustrating! And you still had no idea when you’d be relieved of your duties at the shop - it could be months before you could leave this all behind.

As if on cue, your phone suddenly began ringing in your pocket. You fought the instinct to answer with a sharp tone, especially when you noticed it was Mandy calling.

"I've got fantastic news! I've got a new employee starting in two weeks!"

A wave of relief rushed through you at her revelation. "That's... amazing, Mandy! Congratulations!"

"Thanks!! And thank you for saving my boutique! I seriously owe you BIG time."

"Oh, it's no problem at all, really!" you fibbed with a falsely upbeat tone. "So... two more weeks?"

"If you can swing two more weeks, I would SO appreciate it!"

You cringed at the thought of two more weeks at this temporary job. Six more shifts of misery. But at least there was a light at the end of the tunnel now. And, you supposed, your coworkers weren't going to bother you so much anymore now that Thor and Loki had threatened to smite them, or whatever they'd said to make them cower in fear. Not that you weren't still mad at them about it.

Exhausted from the tumultuous emotions you'd experienced throughout the day, you decided to head to bed early that evening. Maybe tomorrow you'd feel more up to talking to your honorary brothers again.

* * *

You didn't hear from Thor and Loki for a few days.

The bitter part of you was satisfied that you'd managed to convey your anger enough to chase them away. But a larger part of you was really missing your brothers. Deep down, you knew they meant well when they went to the shop and stood up for you. And after more than a month of feeling too emotionally exhausted to spend quality time with them, it was hard not to have them checking up on you.

Things at the boutique had marginally improved since Thor and Loki paid them a visit. You wouldn't say your coworkers were nice to you now, but at least you could wander the store as you pleased to complete your inventory tasks and get a bit of cleaning done toward the end of the evening. Still, you were counting down the days until you could say goodbye to this place.

The shop was quiet this evening. You'd completed the review of the inventory halfway through your shift, even finding some time to balance the finance records. Now, you were simply finding little tasks to complete around the main area of the shop just because you knew it irked your coworkers, and they couldn't say a word.

Samantha and Jay were whispering to one another behind the register, you noticed suddenly. Initially, you were worried they might be talking about you, but then you saw Jay nod in the direction of a clothing rack by the door. You knew immediately who they were muttering about the moment your gaze landed on him.

A man had entered the boutique, browsing through the clothing selection rather animatedly. More intriguing, though, was the absolutely absurd outfit the man was sporting. He had on a vividly-colored suit that was about three sizes too large for him, the jacket and pants adorned with completely conflicting, flamboyant patterns. His shoes were old, battered sneakers that appeared to have been in his possession for years. In contrast to his hideous outfit, his hair was styled neatly in short, brown curls. He boasted a thick but neatly trimmed beard.

"He must be lost - go ask him if he needs directions somewhere," Samantha hissed at Jay.

"Me?! You know I can't be that subtle, Sam," Jay argued in a hushed whisper. "You go talk to him!"

"I beg your pardon!"

The man suddenly called politely across the boutique to the three of you, smiling kindly. You offered him a friendly smile in return, knowing all too well the dirty looks he'd inevitably be receiving from Sam and Jay simultaneously. If he noticed, it didn't seem to bother him.

"Would one of you care to assist me in selecting attire for a wedding I shall be attending? I'm afraid I'm not well versed in this sort of thing."

"No kidding..." Sam whispered under her breath.

"Mandy wouldn't want you to kick him out," you hissed accusingly. "You both know as well as I do. He's a paying customer."

"Why don't you help him, then?" Jay retorted.

"Me? Didn't you two spend the last month telling me how useless my fashion sense is?"

A sudden crash made the three of you jolt in surprise. You glanced up to find one of the mannequins had toppled over, undoubtedly knocked down by the vibrantly-clothed man. He began spouting profuse apologies, hurriedly moving to scoop up the mannequin but knocking the head off in the process. Samantha and Jay looked absolutely appalled, but you had to fight not to start laughing aloud.

“I-I do apologize,” the man insisted, stumbling over to the mannequin head and swiftly replacing it atop the plastic body. “I’m a bit clumsy, I suppose.”

“A bit, yes,” Jay concurred bitterly. The man took no notice of his tone, approaching the counter with an amicable smile on his face.

“As I was saying before I so rudely made a mess of your shop…” he chuckled, “I would truly appreciate any insight you could provide me on wedding attire.”

He glanced at you for a moment, catching your eye with his fierce aquamarine ones. There was a familiar sparkle of mischief behind them that made you tilt your head with curiosity. In response, he shot you a quick wink, confirming your suspicions.

"You, there!" the 'man' - Loki, you now knew - declared suddenly, turning his gaze to Jay. "You'll assist me, won't you?"

"I-I... er..."

"Of course he will!" Sam exclaimed suddenly, nudging Jay forward a bit. She was likely just pleased that she wouldn't have to be the one assisting this style mishap. Jay shot her a glare, reluctantly stepping forward and following Loki across the store to one of the suit racks. He accidentally-on-purpose stumbled into another mannequin on the way, nearly sending it falling over onto Jay as he walked past but catching it at the last possible second.

You had to excuse yourself to the restroom to avoid bursting into laughter on the spot.

Loki spent the better part of an hour asking ridiculous questions, bumping into things, and essentially making every effort to make your coworkers' lives difficult. Closing time came and went, and yet Loki still wouldn't leave, always coming up with 'just one last question' to prolong his visit.

"Sir - how about I assist you with any last questions you might have while I close up shop?" you interjected finally, trying not to giggle at the desperation written across Sam and Jay's faces.

"Yes - that would be wonderful!" he concurred, though you noticed the spark of disappointment in his eye that you had cut his fun short.

Sam and Jay didn't need to be told twice - they both swiftly scurried out of the shop with a chaste goodbye, leaving you alone with the customer who'd made their lives a living nightmare for the last hour. You busied yourself with counting the register contents, waiting until both of their cars disappeared from view outside to address Loki.

"You can drop the illusion now," you urged with a sly grin, glancing up from the register drawer. With a green shimmer of light, the poorly dressed customer morphed into your friend and brother Loki.

"Why did you have to go and ruin my fun?" he whined teasingly. "I could have kept them here an extra hour quite easily."

"Yes, but I also want to go home sometime tonight." You chuckled, stepping out from behind the counter to carry the register to the safe in the back room. "Are you... headed back to the tower?"

"I'll be here waiting to walk back with you," he nodded in confirmation, gesticulating toward the door. With a smile, you vanished into the back to finish locking up before heading out with Loki.

A charged silence fell between the two of you as you began the short walk home to the tower. You weren't angry anymore. How could you be, after he'd spent so much of his evening just trying to make you laugh? But you weren't certain how to open conversation with Loki without first mentioning the huge argument you'd had a few days ago.

"Thor and I are... sorry for what we did," Loki spoke up suddenly. You turned your head to look up at the sheepish-looking god. "Our intentions were pure, I assure you."

"I know, Loki. I'm sorry I got so upset," you responded gently. "I've been so stressed and upset the last few weeks, I guess it all just came out on you two that night. I do appreciate you looking out for me, I swear."

"Yes, well - you'll have to continue to educate us on the politics of Midgardian relationships." He grinned. "Clearly Thor requires quite a few lessons in such matters."

"Oh, Thor does? Not you, Mr. God of Mischief?"

"I should think I'm ages ahead of Thor in my understanding of Midgardian culture!"

"Pshh, yeah - about as far ahead as your fashion choices were tonight," you teased.

"I thought I looked rather dashing in that ensemble."

"Only because you probably blinded yourself when you looked in the mirror."

Loki shook his head with a laugh, offering you his arm as you reached the crosswalk. You slipped your hand around his elbow, heart swelling now that you had your brother back in your life.

The pair of you laughed about the events of the evening for the remainder of the walk home. All frustrations from the last few weeks were forgotten as you reminisced about the look on Jay's face when Loki had asked him if he had any suits in the color orange. It was the most relaxed you'd felt in over a month.

"Is Thor going to stop by tonight?" you asked as the two of you approached the door to your apartment.

"I suspect he will, yes."

You turned your key inside the lock, finding it to be already open. Warily, you glanced back at Loki, who merely shrugged with a mischievous spark in his eye. Unsure what you were going to find on the other side of your door, you gradually swung it open and stepped into your living room.

"Surprise!"

There in the doorway from your living room to the kitchen stood Thor with an exuberant smile painted across his face. In his hand, he held a baking tray filled with freshly baked cupcakes. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide the amused grin as you observed his lopsided frosting work.

"Loki and I wanted to apologize for the other day," Thor explained. "So - I researched a baking recipe! I think they turned out alright."

"Yehes, Thor - they look delicious," you confirmed, unable to prevent a small giggle from slipping out. You crossed the room and politely took one of the misshapen cupcakes from the baking sheet, wrapping an arm around Thor in a one-armed hug. "Thank you both for tonight! I really missed you."

"We, too, have missed you," Thor responded, his voice thick with emotion. "I hope we haven't made things worse for you at the shop."

"No - everyone still seems to be afraid of me, which is fine by me! And the good news is - I'm leaving my job at the shop next week! Mandy found a replacement finally."

"That's wonderful news!" Thor declared, placing the baking tray on a side table in your living room so he could scoop you into a bear hug.

"Mmpf - yes, it is - don't squish me!" you pleaded, gasping dramatically as he released you. "So... what kind of cupcakes are these, exactly?"

"They are what you Midgardians refer to as 'confetti' cupcakes!"

You gazed warily at the rather dark brown-appearing cupcake in your hand. "Oh! Uh... I see you made them extra toasty?"

"Brother - I told you not to leave them in the oven to 'keep them warm,'" Loki hissed. You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand once again.

"D-did you also leave the oven on when you did that?"

"Well of course - how are they to stay warm if the oven is not heated?"

"That explains the frosting," you giggled, watching as the blob of blue frosting began to slide off the top of the cupcake as it melted.

"At least try them before you poke fun at my baking skills!" Thor retorted, fighting back a grin. Hesitantly, you took a small bite. The outer layer was actually crunchy in texture, it was so toasted.

"Mm... you know," - you swallowed the bite so you could speak - "Once you get past the burnt taste, it's actually not so bad!"

"Yes, yes, alright... I overbaked them. It was my first attempt! Spare me some criticism!"

"You literally needed to simply follow the recipe," Loki interjected. Thor scowled at his brother, although you could tell by his eyes that he wasn't truly angry. He was simply happy to see you acting like yourself again at last.

"I don't think you can make fun of them until you try them," you chastised, grabbing another cupcake off the tray and advancing upon Loki. He grasped your wrist as you attempted to shove the cupcake into his mouth, laughing incredulously at your tenacity.

"No! No - I think not," he argued, holding your wrist tightly to prevent you from advancing the cupcake any closer to his face.

"Hey - if I had to try Thor's burnt cupcakes, so do y-eep!"

You squeaked in surprise as Thor's strong arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind, causing you to drop the cupcake on the floor.

"I've heard quite enough about my terrible baking skills from you this evening," he growled playfully, tightening his grip as you began twisting to free yourself. "I think I'll give you something else to laugh about."

"No- THOR, NOHO!" You shrieked as his fingers found purchase on your lowest ribs, vibrating into the crevices.

"Perhaps you shouldn't have messed with your older brother then, hmm? You know it only ends poorly for you," he teased.

"Peheherhaps you shohould learn hohow to BAKE behetter!"

"Oh-ho, now you're simply asking for it!" Thor dropped his hands to knead at your sides, wriggling his thumbs into the sides of your belly. With a screech, you let your knees buckle underneath you in an effort to make it more difficult for him to hold you upright.

"L-AHAH-LOHOKI, HEHELP!" you pleaded, sinking to the floor as Thor lowered you down carefully.

"Help? After you nearly smashed a cupcake into my face?" he asked incredulously, smirking at your predicament. "You're fortunate that I haven't decided to assist my brother in tormenting you."

"Why not, brother? Clearly they deserve it!" Thor countered, shifting his grip to prevent you from slipping out of it.

"N-noho! Dohon't you dahare!"

"You're quite right, Thor," Loki concurred, ignoring your pleas. Kneeling in front of you, Loki snatched up one of your ankles and scribbled at the sole of your foot.

"LOHOKI! You're thehe WORST!!" you cried, kicking out at him with your free foot. He casually grabbed hold of your other ankle, pressing both down on the floor and pinning them there with his shin before continuing to flutter his fingertips along the bottoms of both feet. Thor had taken to clawing at the center of your belly with one of his large hands, his laugh rumbling in his chest as you began to squirm harder in his grasp.

"Have you learnt not to trifle with us yet?" Loki demanded, reaching up to tickle the delicate skin behind your knee. You nodded frantically, unable to speak coherently through the desperate laughter streaming from your lips. The brothers slowly eased up in their torment before ceasing altogether, chuckling fondly at your disheveled state.

"Do you feel better yet, my friend?" Thor asked teasingly.

"B-behetter??"

"Hmm, perhaps we've not made you laugh long enough..."

"N-NOHO, I feel behetter, yes!" you insisted as his fingertips worked into your ribcage for a moment. And, truthfully, you did feel better. You'd missed this juvenile playfulness with your honorary brothers. It had been far too long since the three of you had the opportunity to relax and simply enjoy each other's company.

Thor helped you to your feet, and you smoothed out your rumpled shirt. He scooped up the tray with the remaining cupcakes, holding them out toward you and Loki.

"Care for another before I put these away?" he asked facetiously.

"I... I'm full now, actually - big dinner tonight - but thanks!" you insisted, grinning.

"Absolutely not," Loki stated flatly. Chuckling, Thor carried the tray into the kitchen to discard the burnt baked goods. He returned moments later, stretching sleepily.

"We should be on our way, Loki," he urged, motioning toward the door. "Our friend likely needs to get some rest before working tomorrow morning."

"Actually-" you interjected as the two of them began to move toward the exit to your apartment, "I'm... working a little later for Dr. Banner tomorrow, if you want to stick around for a little while. We never did get to play the rest of my old board games."

"I'm happy to stay for a while, if you're certain," Thor agreed with a warm smile. "Loki? What do you say?"

"I... suppose I can humor you both for a bit longer," he mumbled. Even he couldn't fully suppress the grin that threatened to overtake his features.

"Great! I'll make popcorn, then?"

"Oh-ho, now you're hungry??" Thor chided.

"Hungry for edible food, yeah!" you retorted, scurrying to the kitchen before Thor could make a swipe for you.

"Don't think you can throw out such thinly veiled insults and get away with it!" he called after you, loud footsteps pursuing you to the kitchen.

Yes, there were a lot of laughs, jests, and teases that evening. You'd had your brothers for such a short time relative to your lifespan. But now, more than ever, you realized you couldn't live without this dysfunctional family of yours.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #loki tickle #tickle fic #marvel tickle #thor tickle #honorary siblings #loki x gender neutral reader #thor x gender neutral reader

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

The Old Gods and the New - Chapter 6

A Crown of Flowers | Loki x Reader

When the effects of your telepathic connection to Loki become more and more apparent, neither of you can hold yourselves back from acting on your feelings. Release is just what you need to discover more about your past, and Loki makes a decision to ask his brother for help.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, flirting, dirty talk, innocence kink, striptease, p in v, unprotected sex, slight dom/sub undertones.

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The more Loki tried not to think about you the more you seemed to creep into his thoughts, by the end of the day he was sure you were doing it on purpose and he excused himself early to hide away in his rooms.

Though he was sure some of the images that made his way into his mind were deliberate, there was also an unconscious sense of your continued presence, even when you weren’t around. He could tell when you’d fallen asleep, a deep sense of calm weighing him back into his own bed, he knew when you were excited or tired, hungry or confused, the feelings tickling him like dejavu. 

He lay naked on his bed, staring at the blank white ceiling, images of you swirled through his mind, painting images of you tangled together, the room bathed in the orange glow of the sunset. He could see you laughing on the sofa, climbing into his lap and then your naked body, writhing above him, below him, trapped by his hands, by his magic - it was never ending, a barrage of want, need, desire. 

Maybe Loki would’ve been able to stave off his feelings if you weren’t so primal, despite your innocent appearance he had seen your memories, he knew where your lust could lead and he was desperate to follow you there. Since you’d begun to share your thoughts you’d been sharing your body too, pushing your hand into his and snuggling into his side at every opportunity, much to the disdain of the Avengers. 

With a grunt, Loki readjusted his pillows and attempted to move his thoughts to something other than the soft curves and dips of your body. 

Paperwork, bad plays, out of tune music, Thor’s singing - it wasn’t working, whatever he thought of he thought it would be better if you were there with him. You’d help him with the dull tasks delegated to the Princes, you’d make fun of the terrible plays with him, you’d join in with the terrible musicians and sing along with Thor. If you were with him, there was nothing that could not be endured. 

What would it be like if you were there with him? If you stayed in his rooms after dark instead of sticking to your curfew the Avengers had imposed. 

What would you wear if you were here? Something simply, stylish, comfortable, like your current day time clothing. Would you wear his shirts to bed and let him hold you, would you feel soft beneath his touch, brushed cotton and fleece. Would you wear something tantalising to please him? Would you wear nothing at all, content to be bare before hi? Would you remove your clothes slowly? Would you want to be in control, or would you let him? How would you speak…beg…moan…? 

“Curse the Norns and the Nine Realms.” Loki thumped a hand onto the comforter, that was the exact opposite of what he was supposed to be thinking about, he was supposed to be keeping a level head, not dreaming of you like an adolescent.

Yet, he knew what he wanted. He wanted you in his colours, writhing beneath him in gold and emerald, begging him for more, asking for his guidance, his permission. He wanted to be the one to bring you back to yourself one slow thrust at a time until you were bound together. 

There was a gentle knock on the door. 

“Who is it?” He called. 

“It’s me, can I come in?” You whispered. Loki pressed a button on one of Stark’s ridiculous controls and the door swung open, the corridor behind you was as dark as his room, so you appeared in shadow. 

Loki quickly covered himself with a green silk robe and sat higher on the bed. 

“Loki?” Your voice was soft and quiet, your face half covered by the darkness of the room.

“Yes?” He attempted to keep his voice steady, dropping his tone low and rough so that you wouldn’t suspect that he’d just been imagining this exact scenario. 

You stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind you, your simple white night dress moved around you like smoke, clinging to the swell of your breasts and drawing attention to your bare legs. 

“Hi,” you smiled, that innocent and friendly smile that had him feeling hot beneath the cold silk of his robe. 

“Good evening, darling.” He drawled, allowing himself a small smile, the lonely evening melting into this new encounter, comfortable and safe, he relaxed further into his pillows. 

But you remained awkwardly at the door, your hands behind your back, rocking on your toes, unsure of how to go on. 

“Not that I don’t enjoy your company, Ásynja , but is there something I can help you with?” Loki cocked his head to the side, examining each minute movement of your body. 

You seemed to think and then blurted out, “you know your thoughts are really loud.” You bit your lip, dropping your eyes to the floor. 

“Are they? Were you practising?” Loki tried to keep his cool, perhaps you hadn’t seen all of his fantasies, but he couldn’t help the twitch of his lip as you fidgeted more.

You took a breath, stealing yourself. “Yes.” You looked up then, locking your eyes with his, so intense that Loki sat up against the headboard, hands clasped in his lap. 

“Did you see anything interesting?” Loki moved his long hands across his lap, adjusting the folds of his robe to cover his growing arousal. 

You paused again and while he felt the flush of your arousal filling the space, you were still nervous. For all your projections you still couldn’t voice your feelings despite the ‘help’ he’d provided at your first meeting, you’d never been able to ask for it again, even when he was sure you were aching and desperate for him too, pressing yourself into his side or squirming in your chair beside him. 

Instead of answering you utilised your new found talents to grow taller, heels appearing as you stepped forwards and pushing you onto your toes, emerald silk falling around your curves, a corset pushing your breasts high over the stiff boning and a gold crown appeared, nestled in your hair. 

Loki had been imagining you this way since he’d created your first set of clothes in the medical bay, he’d itched to run his hands around your waist, over the ribs of the corset, pulling on the satin ribbons, but it was the crown that had his cock filling between his legs. You looked like perfection, as if the crown was an undeniable part of you and he hoped, whatever happened next, it would remain.

“Well, I thought you might enjoy this?” You turned slowly, giving him a full view of the dress, skimming over your bottom and tickling your legs. 

Loki looked you up and down; for the first time you truly looked like the Goddess he was sure you were, and it sent a ripple of desire through his body. He shifted, trying to hide the way your mere presence in his bedroom had his cock hard and his body wanting. 

“An excellent start Ásynja .” Loki crooked a finger, beckoning you forward. As you walked the folds of your dress melted away, leaving only the corset cradling your breasts, a pair of French knickers brushing the tops of your thighs and the crown atop your head. Through the thin lace Loki watched as your nipples pebbled, he wanted to taste them, to suck each bud into his mouth through that fine lace until you were arching into his touch. 

Loki waved his hand, lighting candles along the chest of drawers and bedside tables with his magic. 

“A start?” You questioned, pausing in the middle of the room. 

“Indeed, a start, have you not been teasing me for days? Let me have my fun.” Languidly he let his gaze fall and rise over your body,

“Teasing you?” You asked, fingers dancing over your body as you looked down over yourself, turning from side to side as if the source of your teasing might reveal itself. When you looked back at him your smile was playful. “I would never tease you.” 

“Yes, teasing. You forget, I can see inside of your head too. How much of that innocence is left?” He sat forwards, examining you. 

You continued to approach, but sidestepped the bed and reached out for a candle instead, fingers playing with the flame, it tingled over your skin without burning you before dying with a swirl of smoke when you pinched it. You waved your hand again and the flame reappeared. 

“Don’t deny yourself, darling, I can see what you, truly, desire as well.” He whispered, “if you would like, you can have it.” Loki turned his hands palm up, opening his arms in invitation. 

“As can you.” Under your touch the lace at your thighs vanished in speckling of glittering, silver magic. 

Loki reached out to you, guiding you onto the bed and into his lap. A familiar position now, although only in his wildest thoughts had you presented yourself like this, and he knew that they’d be consuming you too. 

Tentatively, you reached a hand out to Loki’s cheek, his skin like cool porcelain beneath your fingers, glowing in the candlelight. Loki pulled you even closer, sliding his hands over the tight laces of your corset. 

“Comfortable, Ásynja ?” His tongue swept over his bottom lip, if this was all this was going to be, you in his lap again, searching for your own release, then he may die, but he would certainly die happy. 

“Uh huh," you wiggled, hands on the collar of his silk dressing gown, tugging it open to reveal the lean muscles of his shoulders, "are you?” Your eyes didn’t meet his, instead taking in the neat lines of his chest, the dark hair that curled over his pecs. 

“I find myself a little…warm,” he offered “perhaps you could help me?” Loki lifted one dark eyebrow, fixing you under his gaze. 

Your fingers toyed with the silk, and you bent your head to his shoulder and breathed him in, running your nose from his collar bone, over his pulse and behind his ear. You felt him shiver under your touch, his hands tightening on the firm waist of your corset. Loki smelt warm, expensive. You had become used to the smell of Asgardian leather that lingered around him, but you could tell he had recently bathed, a deep scent of amber and spice mixed with clean, fresh lavender, lingering on his collar.

“Is that better?” You whispered, pushing the fabric off his shoulders.

Loki pulled the robe off, magic forgotten in exchange for the lust that he had kept carefully tamped down. 

You faltered, breathing heavily as you skimmed your hands over Loki’s bare chest, finger tips dipping into the gaps of his muscles. 

You had done this before, had seen it in your memories and believed in the sensations that your dreams brought you. You had even allowed Loki to pleasure you when you first met, a thought that made your toes curl with embarrassment. Yet there was no other physical memory there, you were unsure about what it would truly feel like to take the god before you, to have his, buried inside of you. And here he was, real and thick and long, pulsing in your hand. 

Loki felt you hesitate, despite the pressure you were applying to him, and placed his hands gently on the wide curve of your hips, feeling the dip of your waist and the dimple of your lower back. He felt terrible, something about your nervousness only made him harder, precum beading and spilling from the rosy head of his cock onto your fingers.

Yet it felt right, that he was destined for this moment with you, that it was his responsibility somehow and a wave of passion crested, rose and crashed inside of him. 

“Let me take care of you, my Ásynja ,” Loki rolled you onto your back, bracing his weight on one arm, in an effort to support his weight away from your body. You lay back, so fragile beneath him, waiting, wanting. Your hips moved, his name slipping from your lips like a midnight prayer.

“Loki.”

He sat back on his heels, admiring the glow of your skin, running his fingers up the inside of your legs slowly until he reached the thin silk clinging to your wet folds. 

“Loki!” You moaned again, begging,  his fingers barely touching you.

He had touched you here once before, but it had been hurried and, to Loki’s mind, medicinal. He had sensed the power building around you and had subdued it for a time. But now it was back, filling the room with the scent of spring blossoms, warm days and cooler evenings and crackling fires easing the day into evening. 

Loki surrendered to it. With a roll of your hips you rubbed against his fingers and they slid inside, curling into you. 

“Keep saying my name like that and I won’t be able to help myself.” Loki bent down and pressed a heated kiss to your parted lips, peppering kisses across your cheek and neck, kissing and nipping while he tried to keep his hips from rutting into the bed. 

“Good God, yes,” you panted, “god that’s…” your eyes scrunched shut in pleasure, your hands fisted in his long hair. 

Loki bit back a smile, God indeed, focusing this attention on tipping you over the edge and into ecstasy, the fabric of your panties was still damp against the back of his hand as he slid in another finger, pushing against the delicate bundle of nerves inside of you until you screamed his name. 

Your legs twitched, thighs gripping his hand as your orgasm took hold of you, your body rippling with pleasure, his fingers still buried inside. 

“That’s it ”Ásynja .” Loki tried to pull his hand away, expecting you to leave now that you had once more taken the release you so clearly needed from him. 

Instead you remained sprawled below him, reaching for his cock again. 

“Please, Loki, please.” You begged, your voice hoarse. 

Loki peeled your ruined knickers from your legs, settling your ankles on his shoulders. He bent over your writhing form, folding you back until you were displayed for him. Your hands clung to his arms, digging into his pale skin and leaving red crescents in their wake. You were all too aware of how you must look to him, wet and desperate, begging him for more. But you no longer felt embarrassed, it was freeing to show this side of you to another. 

Suddenly the room was too hot, the flames on the candles burning high and casting tall shadows on the plain walls of Loki’s room. 

Loki steeled himself against his lust, determined not to take things too quickly now he finally had you in his bed. He took hold of his cock, hard and ready, and slid the weeping head gently through your folds. You gripped him tightly with one hand and bunched the pillow below your head with the other, using it as an anchor to keen and arch below him, your hips moving in tandem with his own, pulling him deeper until your hips were flush together. 

Loki waited, pushing damp hair off your brow, sweat dripping from his as he held back. He told himself he was waiting until you were truly ready, but he was also waiting for your sweet voice to ask him again, to beg him to fuck you. 

“Please,” you whispered, hips circling slowly, “I need you, please, Loki, I need you to help me,” your voice, so quiet, like the sad prayers you had sent to him while you were locked up. It was everything he needed, all that he’d dreamed of since he’d seen you in that cruel glass prison, he could resist no longer. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, my darling,” Loki cooed. With one hand on your raised legs he held you tight against him and began a slow, torturous pace. You squirmed against his grip trying to move faster against his hold. 

“You won’t hurt me,” you insisted, clawing at the long fingers that held you tight, still sticky with your arousal. 

Loki increased his pace, but only slightly, enjoyed the drag of his cock against your fluttering walls and the way you fought against his hands. Your own fingers were now clawing at him, your hips jerking upwards with each thick inch of himself that he allowed you. 

“Ásynja , are you that desperate for me?” He laughed, low and deep and the feel of it vibrated through you. 

“Yes, yes!” Your hips pushed back against him. 

“Trust me,” he whispered in your ear, suddenly snapping his hips forward, unable to contain his lust. You gasped, shocked, hands dropping to the pillow either side of your face, your mouth open. “Is this what you need?” His pace was punishing now and you stopped fighting back, pliant, drunk beneath him only able to hum your agreement and chant his name as you came apart for him.

The scent of you was overwhelming, filling his senses and making him dizzy, the heat of the room was unbearable, as if flames were licking up the walls and consuming you both. Beside you the candles spluttered, wax pooling on each surface in ivory white puddles before dripping to the floor. Then finally the bedside lights flickered on, glowed brilliant white and popped, leaving you both in darkness. 

Loki moaned, an almost feral growl from deep inside of him and spilled everything he had, his cum leaking from between you and coating your thighs with its abundance. 

You fell asleep together, Loki’s long limbs wrapped around you, cradling you. Sleep was deep and your dreams were vivid, tangling with Loki’s during the darkest part of the night… 

You saw  yourself, younger, in an echoing, stone palace. You looked so young, blossoming beneath your dress as you watched. You were angry, tears pouring down your face and collecting in your hands spilling onto the stone base of one of the huge pillars that held up the higher levels of the palace lining the corridor itself. You had perched yourself here to hide, a hand reached out.

“Estrid?”

“Loki?”

He was younger too, the lines of centuries not yet drawn upon his alabaster skin. He was unblemished, no war wounds or family pains had yet harmed him. And he had used a name, Estrid. 

“Come down.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Talk to me?” His voice was earnest.

You looked up at him and allowed him to lift you from your hiding place, even in your dream his lithe strength was a comfort and you buried your face in his neck, hands in his hair, legs around his waist to hide your tears. 

“They’re going to send me away again. Move me again,” you sobbed.

“My father?”

“Yes, and my family too. Mother said I’m not safe but that’s not it. He hates me, Odin hates me and he wants me gone, I’m sure of it.”

Loki stroked your hair, equally stricken. How could he lose you when you had only just been returned to him.

You woke at the same time, sitting up panting and hot, still naked from the night’s activities. 

Loki reached out for you, pulling you back down against his naked chest as if in a trance. His hands danced over every part of you he could reach, checking that you were still there with him. You tangled their legs together, one hand in his hair, the other over his heart and felt it beat steadily. 

“Did you see it too?” You whispered

“Yes,” his voice wavered, it was nothing like the gentle lilt in your dream or the deep timbre he normally used. This voice betrayed the fear that he felt, that he couldn’t explain. 

“We knew each other? Before?”

“That was Asgard, that was the corridor outside of the bedrooms, mine and Thor’s. But I have no recollection of you being there.” Loki removed one hand from you to rub across his eyes, hoping the vision would reappear. 

“In my dream, I had a name.” 

“You did.” Loki looked at you, cupping your cheek and feeling your eyelashes flutter against his thumb. “Estrid.” He whispered. 

“Estrid.” 

Like magic, the veil over your memories fluttered, allowing you a feeling of what is was like to be Estrid, young and petulant, scared but loved. 

“Can I still call you Ásynja ?” 

“Of course.” You smiled at him, placing a kiss against his lips. “That’s just for us.” 

“Agreed.” Loki nodded, but he still felt troubled, his own memories of stirred, and it disturbed him how much had been hidden. What else had he forgotten? First Hela and now you, Estrid. 

When he’d seen your memories you’d been alone, here on Midgard, but in his dream he had found you in the corridor of the Royal bedchambers, how had you even been permitted to enter? 

He steeled himself against his worries, determined not to frighten you any further. 

You kissed the frown taking form on his forehead. “Maybe it was just a dream?” You offered and Loki agreed.

 But you both knew there was something deeper that you had yet to discover. You lay together, watching the sun rise, correctly, today, through the gauzy curtains of his bedroom. The walls, where he had imagined flames licking the night before, had the faint darkening of soot and the candles had melted into the plush carpet. 

In the following days you became bolder and Loki wondered if confidence was something you had ever truly lacked. Had you merely been toying with him this entire time? 

He was not going to protest, though, when you began sneaking into his room at night, sitting in his lap like a throne at any given opportunity and taking his hand boldly whenever you were together.

But every night the dreams continued. Your mind was full of Asgard, running along stone flags and manicured gardens. Meeting Loki in secret and planning childish tricks together. The scowl on Thor’s face when he saw you both approaching, his mother holding you close while you cried. The feel of his hand as he caught up to you and the damp grass beneath your feet. 

You had sat among the wild flowers outside of the palace, twining them together, and made two head dresses.

“Kneel,” you demanded, smiling. And Loki had fallen to his knees willingly to be crowned with dandelions, cornflowers and forget-me-nots. 

He rose, and placed a tiara of daisies and buttercups upon your head. 

“They’ll crown you for real soon, I suppose,” Loki  touched the delicate loops and curls of the stems at your temples. 

“I don’t want them to, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” You couldn’t look at him but he knew there were tears in your eyes nonetheless.

“Why not?”

“Then I’ll have to leave and go home, be a Queen, work. I want to be with you always.” You breathed and in your dream you climbed into his lap, your skirts billowing around you and covering his legs while you kissed him, grass stains appearing on your knees and his back. 

After a week of dreams Loki decided the best thing to do would be to speak with Thor. As much as he loathed asking his brother for anything, he was in your memories so you surely must appear in his. 

“Brother I would love to say that we all spent happy times on Asgard,” Thor thundered, sprawling himself out on the vast couch that took up most of the Avenger’s living area, “but I have no memory of the little one joining us in our childhood.” He shook you by the shoulder, a gentle admission that he was telling the truth, rather than trying to shut you out. He llooked thoughtful for a while, when Loki mentioned that the dreams had revealed your name, Estrid. 

“Valkyrie might  be able to tell you something, she knows many stories of Asgard. If she can not complete this story then she must know someone who can, perhaps we should visit Tonsberg?”

“An excellent idea, brother,” Loki agreed, standing and buttoning his suit jacket politely, “I’ve grown very weary of this tiresome place, and I believe Ásynja could use a change of scenery.” He held his hand out, helping you up from the cushions and then tucked your hand into his arm. 

“Yes! We can use the bifrost again, Val and I have -” Thor started to pace excitedly but Loki held up a hand. 

“Maybe we use a Midgardian aeroplane instead,” he turned his attention to your frightened face. There was no way you were travelling over the ocean by magic rainbow bridge

Thor looked between the two of you and then gave a disappointed sigh, shouldering Mjölnir he huffed, “fine.”

<<Part 5

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[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter 10: Bad Romance

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Quinn Fabray x Reader / eventual Natasha x Reader(slow burn)

Warnings: Reader has a Penis, mentions of drug use

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You were sound asleep when the door busted open. You gasped, jolting awake still half asleep.

“Oh my gosh!” Quinn gasped, falling out of bed thankful you both had clothes on.

“Happy boythday papa!” Finley beamed holding a cup cake and Beth holding breakfast.

“Aw thanks sugar booger.” You say sleepily as your daughters climb up in bed.

“Mom, can you light it please?” Beth urged her mom handing her the lighter.

“Hmhm.” Quinn blinked awake taking the cup cake and setting it on Beth’s table. 

Finley climbed up on the bed with a huge smile on her face. “Papa, it’s your boythday! Yayyyyy!” She clapped.

“Hmhm.” You yawned, smiling.

Quinn smiled sleepily as she and the girls began singing happy birthday.

“And many more on channel 4, and scooby do on channel 2, and a big fat lady on channel 80, and all the rest on CBS!” Beth giggled, finishing along with a great attempt from her little sister.

“Aw thank you sweets.” You smiled, kissing all of your girls on the cheek. 

You lift the cinnamon waffle and give your daughters a piece as well as your wife before eating yours.

“Hmmm tasty!” Finley hummed.

“I’m still hungry… I think I need a little girl to eat!” You began tickling Finley and Beth’s laughter filling the house. 

Quinn recorded all of it on her phone and posted it on social media. Where your neighbor Natasha just watched. You looked so happy and so did the girls. The secret Tony gave her is eating her up inside.

Nat turned her head seeing you snuggling with your family as you all watched a movie.

‘Ugh how am I supposed to tell Y/N?’ she thought to herself.

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So far your birthday was going great. You spoke to your parents for a while, leaving out the tidbit of Quinn getting pregnant. You were coming back from dinner after dropping off your daughters with their aunt when you opened the front door.

“SURPRISE!!!!” 

You jolted in place, placing a hand over your heart with a grin. “Aww guys!” They’re were streamers everywhere and a large banner that read ‘Happy Birthday’

“Surprise motha fucka!” Santana and Brittany jumped you.

“Oof!” You felt the air leave your lungs feeling Santana give you a hug.

“Happy birthday best friend.” Mike smiled, taking the next hug.

“Thanks man.” You grinned.

Soon the gleeks all hugged you at once finally allowing your new found friends to get in on the love.

First Tony, the Barton’s, Steve, Peggy, and Bucky of course. Thor lifts you up along with Val and Carol. The Stranges nodding towards you. You completely forgot about them. They’re the only ones your wife truly liked. Truthfully you found Steven Strange a bit of an ass thankfully his wife keeps him in check.

Wanda and Vis, May and Happy. The Quills, Scott and Hope, Shaun and Kate, Marc and Layla, but the best was for last.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Natasha smiled softly, hugging you close.

“Thanks Nat.” You squeezed her back.

Quinn loudly clapped her hands, startling you. “Alright drinks and karaoke time!”

You let go of Natasha and all of you made your way to the back.

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“Hey I was wondering where you went off too.” Natasha smiled seeing you in the kitchen.”

“Just needed a breather.” You muttered vaping your weed pen.

“Sure it wasn’t because Rachel is singing with Quinn?” The redhead kinked her brow.

“…No.” You muttered drinking the rest of your drink. You were crossfaded and ready to get shit faced.

“Hmhm.” The redhead chuckled sitting on the counter where you were leaning.

You grinned looking down at her jean covered legs.

“I got you something.” She said softly, taking it out of her pocket.

“Whhhat? You shouldn’t have.” You chuckled, taking the small box in your hand. You unwrapped it, opened the box and took out a necklace with the initials of your daughters on it.

“If you look through the top you’ll see them.” She smiled watching your jaw drop. You could see a picture of you and your little girls from the time you were in Natasha’s pool.

“Nat this is… thank you. I love it.” You chuckled, hugging her tightly against you. “It’s a really thoughtful and sweet gift. I love it.” You hand her the necklace to place it on you. She leaned in, unclasping the hook before placing it on you and leaning back again. 

“You’re welcome.” She said softly, you were both close and you don’t know if it’s her scent or being crossfaded but you have an urge to take her like a caveman. God, you get so horny when you drink. Her arms are still loosely hanging around your neck. You’re so close between her legs she can feel your bulge growing she leans in lightly kissing your cheek. “Happy birthday.” 

“Thank you…Where is Bruce?” You ask softly, stepping closer feeling her legs nudge you closer.

Natasha shrugs, she doesn’t have the energy to lie, not when she’s buzzed and can smell your scent.

“He doesn’t deserve you Nat.” You say boldly caressing her cheek.

She’s just going to tell you. Tell you her marriage is a sham, tell you that Quinn is the one that doesn’t deserve you. The words are on the edge of her lips when you start leaning closer “Y/N-” She husks arching her back ever so lightly to lighten the ache between her legs.

“You deserve so much better.” 

“The same could be said for you.” She whispers her hands now cupping our cheeks. She can feel how hard you are and God she just wants you to take her right there on the counter with your bitchy wife right outside. She arches once more so she can rub herself against you ever so slightly. You both hold eye contact as your hands hook beneath her legs. You’re both so close to pouncing one another when the back door opens. You both feel like the bubble has been burst. You both clear your throats as she pats your chest gently pushing you back a bit so she can get down. You turn slightly to rearrange your package discreetly.

“Hey Y/N.” Rachel cleared her throat, eyeing Natasha. “Quinn is looking for you.”

“Right.” You sigh softly remembering who you are married to. You feel a little sick thinking of the way you almost just ruined it due to a buzz. You walk away without giving Natasha another look afraid Rachel will sniff out what just transpired.

“So Quinn is right, you do want Y/N. It’s funny how they’re onto us yet they haven’t done anything about it.” Rachel says softly looking around the kitchen.

“Truly do not know what you’re talking about. I’m sorry, who are you?” Natasha furrowed her brow.

“I’m Rachel Berry.” The small brunette looked almost offended; everyone who had watched a musical or walked down Broadway knew her. “I started the glee club. Went to school with Quinn and Y/N. Tony award winning actress?”

“Ahh I see.”

“You know…” Rachel walks closer standing next to the Russian redhead. For once she met someone who was her height. “Maybe we could work together?” The starlet shrugged.

Natasha’s eyes widened realizing what she was implying.

“I can admit they would be better off divorced. Don’t you think?” Rachel furrowed her brow. “They’re both obviously unhappy.”

“I think you may be a little crazy.” Natasha chuckled, starting to walk past Rachel.

“Call me crazy but I see the way you look at Y/N, and I saw the way Y/N looked at you. You were seconds away from christening this countertop. You almost had Y/N. Almost. Your demise was doing it here in the kitchen. You’d have to do it somewhere no one would barge in and catch you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Y/N and I are friends. I am married.”

“Hmm. Hmhm. If it helps I’ve never seen Y/N look at any woman like that before. Not even Quinn. If we work together we could have them ya know… it wouldn’t take much. Their marriage has been threatening to crumble for a year now.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you’re implying breaking up a marriage it’s sickening.”  Natasha gripped the handle when Rachel stopped her.

“I know you want Y/N. I’m not afraid to tell you I want Quinn. I’ve wanted her since high school. Y/N treats Quinn great no doubt but Quinn? The same can’t be said for her and everyone knows it. Just think about it huh? This little convo stays between us.” With that Rachel slips out of the back door like a snake as Natasha stands there in shock.

Natasha steadied her breathing a lot just happened and she needs to go back outside and act like it didn’t. God she has so much to tell you now and no idea how to do it.

The door opens again this time revealing Wanda. 

“Hey, there you are! Come on Y/N is about to play us a song Quinn got them a new guitar… are you okay?” Wanda quickly notices that her best friend was absolutely not okay. 

“I have so much to tell you.” Natasha sighed.

“Do you wanna get out of here and talk about it at my place?”

“No, no, I want to watch Y/N play. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

“Okay.” Wanda hugs her best friend tightly, helping her relax a bit. “Come on, I'll make you a drink.”

They both make their way back to the party when you are getting ready to play. Tina is back on bass, Blaine is on the keyboard, and although you’re missing Finn on drums Carol takes up the mantle claiming to be a drum God.

“Hey dude you okay?” Mike asked as you took a bump of coke. “How’d you even get that?”

“Santana.” You mutter taking a shot.

“Hey I haven’t seen you this way since Finn died. What happened?” He asks, taking you aside making you put the joint down.

“I think I almost just fucked up my marriage.” You hissed.

“With who?” Mike’s eyes widened. This was not you whatsoever. You lived for your family, you would never be the type to cheat.

“Nat.” You whisper.

“Oh wow. What happened?”

“She gave me a gift and I… Mike I got bricked up and we almost… We almost kissed and if we had I would have-” You inhale deeply about to have a panic attack.

“Heyyy whoa… Breathe.” He said holding your shoulders. “In.” He inhaled with you. “Now out.” He exhaled, nodding. “That’s it. Listen bud you didn’t cheat. Did you almost… yeah probably but you didn’t. You’re high and buzzed. I know Brittany gave you a mushroom you microdosed with her, vaping from your pen, drinking, and I don’t even know how much coke you’ve been doing. The thing is you’re out of it right now. It meant nothing.”

“I don’t know Mike.” You shook your head. “I was so close to ruining everything.”

“Hey stop it. It’s your birthday. You got carried away. You both probably won’t even remember this tomorrow. Now take a deep breath and go play your heart out.”

“Mike… Do you think Quinn doesn’t deserve me?”

Mike’s eyes widened a bit in a state of shock.

“Do you think I made a mistake marrying her? My parents did… Finn did…Sersi and now Nat-”

“Hey come on you’re spiraling.”

“But-” 

“You’re spiraling.” Mike shook his head. 

“Hey there you are!” Quinn smiled.

“Come on, everyone wants to hear you play!”

Quinn ushers you on the patio platform in front of the mic.

“I just want to thank all of you for coming out tonight. Thank you to my wife for setting this all up. Thank you all for the gifts and the drinks-”

“The drugs!” Santana cackled Quinn glaring at her.

The neighbors all chuckled. “I’ll take some!” Tony laughed as Pepper smacked his arm. “Ow honey I’m kidding.”

“Anyway thanks for letting me jam out with my old band. This one goes out to Finn I really fucking miss you man.” 

“Here here!” Mike clapped with the rest of the gleeks.

You pour one out for your old best friend before downing another shot.

You turn around counting with your band. Carol nodded and began drumming the first few beats before you and Tina joined in shredding it up.

“All her signals are getting lost in the ether

(That's what she wanted) 

She's a landslide with a city beneath her

(That's what she wanted)

So take a good look so you'll never forget it

(That's what she wanted)

Take a deep breath, I know I'm gonna regret it

(That's what she wanted)

Holly's lookin' dry, lookin' for an easy target

Let her slit my throat, give her ammo if she'll use it

Caution on the road, lies, lies and hidden danger

Southern Ohio’s breeding mommy's little monster

She's got a mission, and I'm collateral damage

(That's what she wanted)

She's the flower that you place on my casket

(That's what she wanted)

Savor the moment 'cause the memory's fleeting

Take a photograph as the last train is leaving”

Quinn always hated this song; she just knew you were singing about her. How could you not? 

“Holly's lookin' dry, lookin' for an easy target

Let her slit my throat, give her ammo if she'll use it

Caution on the road, lies, lies and hidden danger

Southern Ohio’s breeding mommy's little monster

“Think she’s singing about Quinn?” Tony asked leaning up to speak to Natasha. The redhead nodded, not saying a word. Truthfully she’s still thinking about what almost happened.

“(Better run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me out

(Better run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me out

(Better run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me out

(Better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me ouuuut!”

“Yeahh!” Tony cheered loudly, clapping his hands.

“Damn I didn’t know Y/N could jam like a rockstar!” Sam chuckled.

“Kind of sexy.” Bucky muttered.

“Really?” Steve huffed.

“Okay but they’re super gay right?” Kurt whispered to his husband eyeing Steve and Bucky. 

“You can see it from space.” Blaine nodded.

“Poor Peggy.” They cringed seeing her sit next to her husband.

“Alright I'm gonna need my wife, Kurt, Mercedes, and Santana to come up here.”

You turn around briefly whispering to your band mates before turning around and strumming your guitar.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

“Ahhh this is my song bitch!” Santana laughed as the rest of the women and Kurt stand around the mic.

Everyone began to cheer before singing along. It was always a hit. Thankfully the gleeks remember whose part is whose.

“Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance!” Kurt sang.

“Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance” everyone sang next.

“I want your ugly, I want your disease I want your everything as long as it's free I want your love” Tina sang before moving so Mercedes could sing next.

“Love, love, love, I want your love (hey) I want your drama, the touch of your hand (hey) I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand I want your love

“Love, love, love, I want your love (love, love, love) (I want your love)”

Quinn stood next to you and began singing the part that always drove you crazy.

 “You know that I want you And you know that I need youI want it bad, your bad romance.” She bit your ear before you sang next looking right at Natasha.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

Natasha gulped, were you sending her a message or was this just ironic? 

“Oh my god what happened in that house Y/N was totally singing to you!” Wanda hissed near her ear.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” Nat muttered.

“Ugh, the suspense is killing me.” Wanda whined.

“Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance”

“I want your horror, I want your design 'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine I want your love” Mercedes sang. “Love, love, love, I want your love”

“I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick (hey) Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick I want your love” Santana sang.

“Love, love, love, I want your love (love, love, love) (I want your love)”

“You know that I want you And you know that I need you ('cause I'm a free bitch, baby) I want it bad, your bad romance”

You desperately wanted to know what Natasha sounds like if she sang that part. You shake your head before singing your part.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance

Walk, walk, fashion baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, passion baby Work it, I'm a free bitch, baby

“I want your love, and I want your revenge

I want your love, I don't wanna be friends 

J'veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche

J'veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) No, I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh, caught in a bad romance) I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Want your bad romance! (oh-oh-oh)” 

Damn Santana still has it.

“Caught in a bad romance Want your bad romance I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance (Want your bad romance) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance Rah, rah-ah-ah-ahRoma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance”

Everyone cheered and clapped.

“How often do you think they play this song?” Pepper glared at her husband. “I’m just saying they all had a part.” Tony shrugged.

“How many times must I remind you. They were in glee club together in high school.” Pepper grit.

“Good times!” You chuckled as the gleeks hugged and walked off the makeshift stage. “This next one was Finn’s favorite song so it’s a must. Feel free to sing along and pour one out for my boy.”

“Bet.” Sam Wilson nodded, pouring some into the grass.

“Sam it got on my boots.” Bucky gruffed.

“It’s for a fellow fallen soldier Buck, show some respect.” Sam Wilson glared.

As soon as the band began playing the intro Steve stood jumping up and down. “This is one of my favorites too!”

“Oh my.” Bucky muttered, clearly judging his booyfriend.

“Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo”

“I'm packed and I'm holding

I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden

She lives for me, says she lives for me

Ovation, her own motivation

She comes round and she goes down on me

And I make you smile, like a drug for you

Do ever what you wanna do, coming over you

Keep on smiling, what we go through

One stop to the rhythm that divides you

And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse

Chop another line like a coda with a curse

Come on like a freak show takes the stage

We give them the games we play, she said-“

“I want something else to get me through this

Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby

I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo

The sky was gold, it was rose

I was taking sips of it through my nose

And I wish I could get back there, someplace back there

Smiling in the pictures you would take

Doing crystal meth, will lift you up until you break

It won't stop, I won't come down

I keep stock with a tick-tock rhythm, a bump for the drop

And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given

Then I bumped again, then I bumped again

I said

How do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside you

How do I get myself back to the place where you said

I want something else to get me through this

Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby

I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye

I believe in the sand beneath my toes

The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling

I believe in the faith that grows

And that four right chords can make me cry

When I'm with you I feel like I could die

And that would be alright, alright

And when the plane came in, she said she was crashing

The velvet it rips in the city, we tripped on the urge to feel alive

Now I'm struggling to survive

Those days you were wearing that velvet dress

You're the priestess, I must confess

Those little red panties they pass the test

Slides up around the belly, face down on the mattress

One

And you hold me, and we are broken

Still it's all that I wanna do, just a little now

Feel myself, heading off the ground

I'm scared, I'm not coming down

No, no

And I won't run for my life

She's got her jaws now locked down in a smile

But nothing is alright, alright

And I want something else to get me through this life

Baby, I want something else

Not listening when you say

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

The sky was gold, it was rose 

I was taking sips of it through my nose 

And I wish I could get back there 

Someplace back there, in the place we used to start

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

I want something else

Steve clapped and whistled loudly. “Fuck yeah!” 

“He said a bad word.” Tony snorted.

You walked over to the Natasha with a grin.

“Sing a song for me?” You asked the redhead.

“Oh I don’t know-”

“Please? It’s my birthday. You can pick the song.”

Natasha sighed and nodded, taking your hand. You gave a lopsided grin and kissed the top of her hand.

You lead her up the patio. “What do you wanna sing?” 

“I think you know.” She kinks her brow and you know exactly what to play.

You take up your acoustic guitar and begin picking the strings before looking over at her.

“Boy, tell me, can you take my breath away?

Cruisin' down a heart-shaped highway

Got you swervin' lane-to-lane, don't hit the brakes

'Cause I'm feelin' so safe

I'll be your baby, on a Sunday

Oh, why don't we get out of town?

Call me your baby, on the same wave

Oh, no, no, there's no slowin' down!”

You grin at her, your eyes never having left hers and join her in the chorus.

“You and I, I

Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I

Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride

When I hula-hula, hula

So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler

There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i”

Quinn is bristling at this exchange especially when the redhead stands up and threads her fingers in your hair.

“Let me run my fingers through your salty hair

Go ahead, explore the island

Vibes so real that you can feel it in the air

I'm revvin' up your engine”

Natasha taps your chin and continues the song.

“I'll be your baby, on a Sunday

Oh, why don't we get out of town? (Why don't we get out of town?)

Call me your baby, catch the same wave

Oh, no, no, there's no slowin' down (let's go)”

“Quinn is going to kill Y/N.” Kurt muttered

“Okay but I’m loving this, their chemistry is through the roof!” Blaine smiled.

“You and I, I

Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I

Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride

When I hula-hula, hula

So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler

There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

No, no

You and I (you and I, I)

Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I

Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride

When I hula-hula, hula

So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler

There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'll be your baby, on a Sunday

Oh, whoa

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i

Call me your baby, catch the same wave

Oh, whoa

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i"

You quickly placed the guitar down and clapped whistling to cheer her on. You looked towards the crowd but didn’t see Quinn. Low and behold you couldn’t find Rachel either. You save that for later and focus on Natasha.

“That was beautiful Nat.” You chuckled and hugged her.

“Damn she’s sexy, Russian, and can sing?” Santana gawked with her wife Brittany.

“I know! No wonder Quinn is so jealous of her.” Brittany muttered.

“Where is that bitch anyway?” Santana squinted her eyes as she scanned the crowd.

“She went inside and so did Berry.” Brittany looked at her wife.

“Fuck Quinn.” Santana groaned.

Steve walked over to Bucky. “Buck.” He hissed. 

“What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost, or worse a naked woman.” He chuckled.

“Well.” Steve inhaled looking at you and Natasha.

“Oh shit you did.” Bucky chuckled. “Who?”

“Quinn and Rachel.” He whispered.

“What!?” Bucky exclaimed, making some people look over.

“Keep your voice down. It’s Y/N’s birthday.” He grit.

“I knew Quinn was no good.” Bucky muttered.

“Well we aren’t either. We are doing the exact same thing.”

“Hey take it easy, you said you were going to tell Peggy before she leaves again.”

Steve nodded watching Quinn and Rachel trickle out of the house.

“Do they know?” Bucky asked, looking away from them.

“No but they know someone knows. I broke a vase; I was in such shock.” He muttered.

“You’re going to have to tell Y/N.”

“Fuck.” Steve sighed he hated cursing but he knew this situation called for it. You and Quinn seemed so happy but then again he and Peggy did too. He knew he had to tell her and fast.

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“Okay spill.” Wanda said, placing a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of Natasha.

“Ughhhhh Wands!” Natasha whined banging her head on the table.

“Stop! Start from the beginning.” Wanda placed a plate of pancakes down.

“Remember how we had a football match back in August?”

“Yeaaaah.” Wanda nodded. “I had major FOMO that day.”

“Well Tony dropped a bombshell on me. Apparently someone close to Y/N turned down their full ride to MIT.”

“Oh my gosh!!! Shut up no!” Wanda gasped, her hand going over her mouth.

“Yes!”

“My money's on Quinn. She probably got scared Y/N would leave her and Beth or something.”

“I think it’s her too but Tony said we can’t just assume we need to talk to Y/N, but-“

“Neither of you want to break their family apart.” Wanda nodded. “That’s understandable.”

“So now I have this bigger secret than my fake relationship with Bruce, and now on top of that I have another that I don’t even know what to do with!”

“Oh my gosh what?! You’re killing me!” Wanda whined.

“Y/N and I had a moment in the kitchen last night.” Natasha sighed.

“Nat.” Wanda sighed. “Y/N is married-”

“I know!”

“I told you that gift was too personal-”

“But-”

“But no Nat. Listen. I love you but this is wrong.”

“I know.” Nat sighed. “I think it was just the alcohol… the only reason I brought that up is because of Rachel Berry.”

“The short one that kept singing broadway songs?”

“Yes! Anyway she cornered me right after and suggested we break them up.”

“What the hell? Hasn’t she been their friend since highschool?!”

“Yes!”

“What did she say?”

“She said she knows I like Y/N and she likes Quinn and thinks they should divorce that they aren’t truly happy together.”

“What a weirdo.” Wanda gasped.

“She told me to think about it. Now I have to tell Y/N that their career was stolen from them, and their old friend is a snake.” Natasha sighed. “Wands what do I do?” 

“Honestly, I would like to know if it happened to me.”

“But how do I even begin to tell Y/N? This is going to break Y/N’s heart, and worse, what if they don’t believe me?”

“You’ll have to treat it like a band aid.” Wanda sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. 

“This could ruin their relationship.”

“Or it could strengthen it.” Wanda raised her brow.

It was quiet for a beat when Vis walked in.

“I think the real question is Nat do you have feelings for Y/N?”

“Vis what the hell?” Wanda grit.

“I’m sorry I was hungry and didn’t want to interrupt!” He said, grabbing a plate.

“What do my feelings have to do with what happened?” Natasha asked.

“Because if you have feelings and you are both married granted yours is a sham-”

“Vis!” Wanda smacked his arm.

“I just mean if you have feelings for a married person you need to distance yourself.”

“Oh don’t worry after I speak with Y/N I’m sure they’ll stop talking to me.” Natasha smiled sarcastically. She was stuck between a rock in a hard place. One she's falling for you, two she needs to tell you her marriage is a sham, three someone stole your chance at MIT. How does someone even begin to unload all of that information?

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