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butternuggets-blog · 2 years

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I'll probably never write this so here:

Baldr Odinson is the baby of the bunch. He adores Thor and Loki, always following them everywhere and defending Loki from Sif’s bullying.

One day he gets sick, deathly sick, with a highly contagious illness which means he has to be quarantined alone. He will either die, or survive. Odin orders that no one enter the room where he is; Frigga and Thor obey, but once a day an illusionary raven swoops through the room, keeping him company. He never tells a soul, but afterwards he and Loki are inseparable.

Loki teaches him magic, and Thor teaches him to fight. He loves to explore, and he is constantly wandering through the back alleys and outskirts of Asgard, looking for interesting things. While playing in the Vault, Baldr accidently falls into the catacombs beneath them and stumbles across Fenrir and the frozen berserker army. He tells Odin, fearful that Asgard will soon be attacked. Odin gives him a small cup of wine to calm him down; the wine contains a drop of water from the Lethe, which causes Baldr to forget what he found.

This gap in his memory is the start of a niggling doubt in Baldr’s mind that everything is not quite perfect on Asgard.

Baldr is fascinated by Midgard, visiting the planet regularly whenever he can. When WW2 breaks out, he begs Odin for permission to join the fight. Odin allows it, thinking that this is just a momentary diversion, a whim, rather than anything particularly serious.

Baldr signs up with the 107th Infantry Regiment where he meets Bucky Barnes. They fall for each other- hard- and the relationship becomes so serious that Baldr gifts Bucky an arm ring as a secret engagement ring.

Then Bucky falls from the train.

Baldr is heartbroken. He returns to Asgard a shattered mess, but refuses to explain to either Thor or Loki exactly what happened because it’s too painful. Eventually he learns to smile again but he loses a part of his shine.

After Thor gets banished to Earth, he sides with Loki against the Warriors Three and Sif although he discloses to Loki that he feels misgivings about wiping out the Frost Giants. Loki knocks him out so he doesn’t have to help him stop Thor returning to Asgard; Baldr makes it to the Rainbow Bridge too late to save Loki.

Not convinced Loki is dead, and suspicious that Odin may have deliberately pushed Loki off the bridge, Baldr searches for him. Loki invades Earth; Baldr hurries to Midgard and reunites with Steve Rogers.

He helps the Avengers take down Loki, then escorts him back to Asgard. He is shocked and appalled when Loki explains what happened to him, and tries to explain to Odin what Loki went through, but Odin refuses to listen. He stands by his brother and demands that Odin spare his life, eventually wearing Odin down enough that he agrees.

Loki is imprisoned. Baldr visits him regularly, against Odin’s orders, and the pair hatch a plan to escape. They pull off the prison break, and flee to Midgard, where they disguise themselves with magic and try to lay low.

Baldr picks up hacking as a hobby, using it to get Loki and himself anything they need. One day he stumbles across the surveillance tape.

And the Soldier’s files.

Baldr shuts the laptop, gets up, brews some coffee, and begins work on a plan.

Steve Rogers gets woken up in the middle of the night by a phone call from Nat summoning him to SHIELD. He gets there; several SHIELD agents were found dead, each one thousands of miles from each other in different countries.

Over the next few months, hundreds of SHIELD agents and dozens of random citizens from multiple countries are found dead. Eventually the Avengers, and Fury, discover that each individual was a sleeper Hydra agent, and that Hydra has infiltrated SHIELD enmasse.

Thor happens to drop by, looking for his brothers. He points out that only a magic user could get to so many places so quickly, and with his help they catch Baldr.

Steve asks to be allowed to speak to him. Baldr reveals that he has been behind the Hydra killing spree. He tells a stunned Steve he wanted vengeance for Bucky who is still alive, and he has been slowly gaining his trust and helping him regain his memories for the last year.

Baldr is released on the condition that he reports in every two weeks. He keeps Loki in check, and helps Bucky recover.

When Bucky is ready to, the trio go back to SHIELD to clear his name.

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 33

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2513

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with @fanficwriter013

Chapter 33: The Battle for Asgard

We came to on the ground. The ropes that bound us were still partially in place like there had been an attempt to remove them but it had been interrupted. Around us were the sounds of battle. Metal hitting metal. Bricks crumbling. Shouting and cries of pain. Our friends and the Asgardian guards were fighting an army of what looked like angels. I couldn’t see the children anywhere but the threads that ran from me to them stretched off behind the throne with one that connected me to Loki. Standing over us was a giant grey wolf. It was snarling and attacking anyone that came near.

Steve reacted first, throwing up his arm like he had his shield to protect us from the wolf, forgetting that he didn’t actually have his shield here with him.

It didn’t matter. A large shield of light, much like Sam’s wings, spread out over all over us. Wanda’s powers glowed pink and the ropes and thread that bound us together disintegrated.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Bucky said, pulling himself to his feet. “That’s Fenrir, he’s protecting us.”

Steve didn’t lower the shield, but he looked uncertainly at Bucky as he tried to push through the shield.

“Steve, seriously. He’s fine. I can… it’s like I can understand him,” Bucky said.

Steve looked around the group and nodded. “Elise, suit up. Try and get to the kids. The rest of you, get to a weapon if you need one. Bruce, we might need Hulk in charge for this. We need to shut this down.”

Bruce nodded and his body shifted. Becoming larger and his face shape changing more as the Hulk took complete control.

I tapped the earrings and nanobots bled out of it forming my very own iron armor. Overlaying the visor was a kind of head-up display that was analyzing everything that was happening around me. “Hello, Elise. I’m charged with getting you to safety. You wanted to call me Synergy?”

“Yes, but… no… I have to help,” I said. “I can’t just run.”

“That’s not what I was designed for,” Synergy replied.

“Cut the shit,” I snapped. “I know Tony hasn’t just made me a run-away machine. We’re fighting.”

“Yes, miss,” she said and the display changed slightly. “Entering combat mode. I am able to read micro-expressions. Just move naturally. I’ll keep up.”

Steve dropped the shield and everyone scattered. Hulk charged into the fray, grabbing angels out of the air and throwing them. Sam spread his wings and took off, kicking an angel in the face and stealing their sword. Natasha disappeared but I could see the end of her thread running toward the throne where the babies were. Clint ran out, and as he broke into the crowd, Fandrall called out to him and tossed him a bow, Clint changed his direction, heading toward Fandral, I assume to get the arrows to go with it. Tony took off into the air and started blasting. Bucky touched Fenrir’s side, and the wolf crouched and let him climb onto its back. Steve ran grabbing the first thing he could find and throwing it at an attacker while Wanda took off into the air. She stopped and looked up and the ceiling disappeared. In the space above it, a large fleet of ships hovered. Carol was currently locked in battle with them and Wanda took off towards her. Thor called for Mjolnir and took off into the fray, casting lightning around him.

I leaned up and the suit took flight, I fell into synch with Tony and we began fighting back to back.

“The babies are okay?” He asked as we did a combo move, spinning in the air as we blasted the angels around us.

“Yes. Loki and Natasha are with them. She’s cloaking them,” I said.

The angels seemed to keep getting distracted by Sam - who had now worked out he could literally throw shards of light out of his wings like a weapon. They would stop fighting and watch him while talking to each other in their native tongue.

“They think he’s one of them. Like an important one,” Clint yelled up as he loosed an arrow, piercing an angel’s wing.

“Yeah, baby!” Sam called back. “I am an angel!”

We began to get an upper hand. There were so many, but there were more of us and we had a large contingency with powers. Mjolnir flew from one hand to the next. Thor used her to slam into the ground taking out a swarm of angels that were trying to overwhelm him. She flew to Natasha who used her to stealth strike some angels that were getting too close to the twins. Then to Steve who dragged a bolt of lightning through the roof and took out a large group. To me as I swung her, slamming her into someone’s face as I used an energy blast to take out another person. She followed the path of the threads that connected us like she could feel them too and knew where she was needed.

Just as it looked like we were about to subdue the last of the angels there was a loud crash at the far end of the hall and a burst of black energy. The red-headed woman strode into the room followed by what looked like a whole new army. She was flanked by a man and a woman who were dressed differently to the others. More regal. I assumed they were the king and queen of Heven.

“Enough of this!” She shouted and then spoke in what sounded like two completely different dialects. “Surrender the throne! I am the rightful heir.”

Thor flew up in front of the group and stood, squared up, not giving an inch. “What rightful heir? Why are you doing this? We have no quarrel with your people.”

“But we have a quarrel with yours. When your father conquered us. We took your heir and now we will take the nine realms,” the man said and attacked Thor. The army charged in and the woman who had attacked Riley and I led them.

“What did she say, Barton?” Tony asked as he swooped around towards Clint who had been bailed up against the wall. Tony and I took out his attackers and hovered near him while he caught his breath.

“Just that she was the firstborn child of Odin and it was her right to rule,” Clint said.

“Wasn’t the firstborn a son?” I asked.

Loki appeared beside me, giving me what felt like ten simultaneous heart attacks. “She has transitioned, fool. I would have thought that concept wouldn’t be hard to understand.”

“Jesus, Loki,” I said. “How did you sneak up on me when I’m fucking connected to you now?”

“You’re what?” She asked.

“Connected. That’s my power. I see a thread between me and my family members. I can feel them with it,” I say. “I know where they are.”

Loki looked at me with her head tilted, like she was trying to process a great deal of information. “There is a thread between you and I?”

“Yes. Here,” I said, running my hand along it.

“Is there one between you and her?” She asked.

I narrowed my eyes and watched the redhead locked in battle with T’Challa and several members of the Dora Milaje. There was a small thread of light that ran from me to her. It was faint and muddy and when I put my hand on it the feeling I got was confused and … wrong. Like they were being muted by something else.

“Yes, there’s something. It doesn’t feel right though. Plus it’s faint,” I said.

“I wonder… there should be no need if they raised her, but a connection means she is family. It’s not about blood because you have a connection with me. They might have messed with her mind,” Loki suggested.

“You two work this out. We’re gonna get back into it,” Tony said, grabbing Clint under the arms and taking off.

I put my hand on the thread that ran straight up into the air to Wanda and sent my thoughts out. “Wanda! We need you here.”

We continued fighting as Wanda floated back down through the ceiling and she turned and looked at the woman as he fought. “Yes,” she said. “Definitely mind control. I need to get closer to do something about it.”

The three of us moved in and Wanda’s eyes began to glow. Loki stepped up and began to fight the redhead pulling two long blades from the air and welding them with deadly proficiency.”

“Sister, we need not fight. Surrender to me and you may have the throne of Jotunheim as you were destined,” the woman practically purred.

“If I wanted the throne of a lonely ice planet I would take it. Just as I took the one here. I understand your cause, it’s a pity that you do not, sister,” Loki countered.

The thread got brighter and I called Mjolnir. It changed direction mid-flight and flew into my hand. I ran a current of electricity through the thread and it pierced the woman’s body. Her eyes flared pink and blue as the electricity blending with Wanda’s powers and she screamed and dropped to the floor.

The fighting paused for a moment as everyone turned to see what was happening. Wanda moved in closer putting her hands on the woman. “Angela!” The queen of Heven screamed running towards us followed by the king and several Heven warriors. Thor called Mjolnir and she pulled free of my hand, flying into Thor’s. He summoned a lightning bolt and slammed her into the ground. It threw the entire army back, giving Wanda more time to work.

The pink light faded, and Wanda helped the Red Head to her feet. The thread between us was brighter now. Just as bright as between Loki and me. She blinked slowly looking dazed and held up her hands and called out something in the language of Heven.

The angels all stopped fighting and dropped their weapons. “People!” She called again. “I apologize. The fight is over.” She turned to Thor. “Brother. I apologize most to you. If you must arrest me I shall go willingly. I was not in my right mind.”

Thor approached her. “Sif!” He called. “Take the king and queen to the dungeons.”

Sif gestured to some guards and they muscled the two rulers of Heven out of the throne room.

“Aldrif?” Thor asked, extending his hand.

She winced and shook her head. “That is my dead name. It is Angela.”

“I apologize. Angela,” he said, taking her hand. As their skin touched his whole body stiffened and his eyes glowed a bright blue. Everyone went straight to attack mode and stepped forward, but I held up my hand. This was not her attacking him.

“Wait!” I called. “He is having a vision.”

When Thor came to again he shook his head and smiled a real genuine smile. “I saw you, sister. Sitting on the throne. Ruling Asgard and the Nine Realms fairly and wisely.”

She shook her head. “I couldn’t. You are the king. It is your place to rule.”

He clapped his hand on her arm and shook her head. “Don’t you see… I don’t want it. I have never wanted it. I do it because there is no other choice. If there were anyone else capable of the job I would let them have it. I want to be with my family. I want to raise my children.”

Loki rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. Angela looked around at the hall and up at the throne. “I shall never bear any offspring. You and your daughter will remain direct heirs to the throne.”

Thor nodded and dropped to his knees before her. “I am aware. I defer to you, sister. You are the rightful heir.”

“Get up,” she said. “You are not lesser than me, brother. We are equals. But if it is what you wish, and what your vision saw, I shall take the throne.”

“Good!” He cheered getting back to his feet and pulling her into an embrace. “We have much to organize. Many things to set right.”

“Yes, and I promise we shall,” Angela replied. “But my people did you the disservice of attacking you during your bonding. You should finish and make it official.”

Thor turned to Wanda. “Can you fix this, my love?”

She looked around and nodded, her whole body became absorbed by the pink light of her powers and spread out. Damage was undone, wounds healed. When she settled back to the ground the only sign that we’d even been in battle was the foreign army in the throne room.

The armor on Tony and I retracted leaving us back in the clothes for the ceremony and we all moved up to the throne. Bruce returned to that midway state where he was both Hulk and Bruce at the same time. Natasha brought the children to us and as the room settled and people returned to their correct places, we passed the children between us, cuddling and kissing each of them.

When the room settled again the high priest moved forward again, still visibly shaken.

“Friends and loved ones, people of Asgard and the Nine Realms,” he announced. “Our lovers have taken their journey and all have returned, stronger and knowing their place with each other. They now bear the mark of their clan and that mark shall be branded to each, a visible symbol of the bond they share.” He touched each of us in turn. When he touched me a burning sensation seared the skin on my forearm. I looked down at it and saw a symbol, it looked like part of a star over two connected circles. One of the sides of the star was missing and instead, one line formed an arrow. There was an M attached to one side. Each line was traced in a different color, so you could see the element for each person. Wanda’s M formed part of Sam’s symbol. Clint’s arrow came off of Bucky’s star that sat on Steve’s shield. One circle was half Tony’s arc and half the symbol for radiation symbolizing Bruce. There was part of Mjolnir making up the star, as was Natasha’s widow mark. Right in the center of the star was a v shape turning it into a heart.

“As above, so below,” he said, returning to his place on the platform. “These ten people are bonded. They will have this bond for the rest of their lives, sharing their highs and lows, protecting and caring for each other. None shall come between it and it will not grow weak with time. I present them to you now bound together as family. They may now seal it with a kiss.”

We smirked at each other and each person turned to the one closest. For me that was Sam. He pulled me into his arms and we kissed.

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soldierwinterthe · 7 years

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Illusion

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2880

Warnings: Mentions of fight. THOR RAGNAROK SPOILER

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Ragnarok.

All the people of Asgard know the legend of this unique and catastrophic event. It’s the destruction of Asgard, and of his people.

No one, though, had ever really thought about it, until Asgard lost the King of the Gods.

Odin is dead.

In the last two years, while we thought that Odin sat on the throne, actually Loki was: he had made everyone believe that he was dead, and had taken his father’s place.

I cried Loki’s death. He and I are friends since childhood; along with Thor, we were inseparable. Although they were two princes, and I.. a normal person, they were very kind to me. The friendship between me and Loki is much stronger than that between me and Thor.

In fact, as in a children’s fairy tale, I fell in love with Loki. Too bad he doesn’t know; I decided not to say anything to him. His rejection would be too embarrassing, and my heart would break.

When Thor found out what Loki did, they started off in search of Odin; but now it was all over. The King of the Gods is dead, and this led to the release of Hela, the Goddess of Death. Thor and Loki’s sister.

The two Gods tried to stop her, but it was useless.

Thus, while Thor and Loki are dispersed, to Asgard chaos reigns. After completely destroying the army, Hela sat on the throne, ready to conquer the other kingdoms; but, coming to the Bifrost, she discovered that the Sword -the weapon to activate the Bifrost- had been stolen.

I know exactly who took the Sword: Heimdall, who was hiding in the mountains of Asgard. He, after he was able to find me, asked me to help him. In fact, we are trying to save more Asgardians as possible from Hela.

For now we are hidden, but time is running out, and soon the Goddess of Death will find us.

I’m sitting next to some kids, and I try to reassure them, telling them that everything will be fine, and that soon the God of Thunder will save us. Will it really happen? Thor can’t be dead, and even Loki.. I know that both are alive, and they will come back to help us.

“Y/n?”

I raise my eyes, and I see Heimdall quickly walking toward me; something is going to happen, I understand from his eyes.

His eyes are beautiful; every time I look at them, they always have a strange light, and their color, a shining gold, makes me feel like it’s all going to be fine in one way or the other. Behind Heidmall, there’s the splendid Brifost Sword, which he protects with his own life.

“Heimdall, what happens?”

I know it’s a stupid question; only one thing can disturb Heimdall. The arrival of Hela. In fact, he warns me in a low voice that we must bring all the people away from where we are now, before the Goddess arrives. All of us, we head to Brifost; maybe, if Hela is distracted, Heimdall can use the Sword, and we can run away. But when we get to the Bridge, waiting for us is a huge monster with the appearance of a wolf: it’s Fenrir, Hela’s personal animal.

I scream to people to go back, but on the other side of the Bridge are coming Hela soldiers. We are trapped.

I look at Heimdall, and nodding toward him, I pull my daggers -Loki has given them to me so many years ago- and I prepare for the battle. Fenrir roars, and starts running toward us. I try to use my body as a shield, but the more he approaches, and the more I feel smaller than he is.

Suddenly, we hear noises in the distance; I look up, and I see a small ship coming towards us. From inside it falls something: a huge green creature, which immediately launches on Fenrir.

The ship from where the strange creature falls stops on the Bridge, and I see two people coming out from the inside. A woman, and Thor. I smile, and I run fast to him.

“Y/n!”

Thor embraces me, while he tells me he’s happy to see that I’m fine. My smile soon disappears, noticing the absence of someone. Loki is not together with his brother.

“Loki is alive, Y/n. But I don’t think we’ll see him.”

A huge hole is formed in my stomach; Loki is alive. But he preferred to be saved, to save his people. I nod, accepting the reality. Perhaps Thor has always been right: Loki only cares about himself.

Thor moves away from me, headed toward Hela, intending to fight her. Meanwhile, I help people walk to the entrance of the Bifrost, but again, we are trapped. Outside, there are other soldiers who run toward us.

I begin to attack them, together with the other Asgardians who want to defend their lives and that of others, even if they aren’t soldiers. I’ve got the cable to fight –in fact, Loki and Thor taught me many fighting techniques when we were little- but I’m just me against hundreds of warriors. When it seems that everything is lost, from the fog, a strange creature appears, which seems to be entirely made of stone. At first, he seems to rise, but then I realize he’s standing on a huge spaceship, which it is approached to the bridge.

Other creatures come out of the ship, flinging on the soldiers of Hela; finally, their leader comes out of the ship: Loki. I widened my eyes when I see him get off the ship’s ramp with a smile on his face.

“Please, feel free to come down.”

People start running to the spaceship to get safe, while some of them continue to fight. I keep staring at Loki, who finally notices my presence in the midst of all this chaos; I thought I would never see him again.

Suddenly, someone makes me back to reality: one of Hela’s soldiers strikes me behind, clenching his hands around my throat. I give him an elbow right in the stomach, and turning around, I stab him with my dagger. The soldier falls to the ground, lifeless.

“I note with pleasure that you’ve become stronger.”

I turn around, and I see Loki approaching me; the first thing I would do is hug him and squeeze strong to me, but I refrain. Not to let him understand the feelings that I feel, I’ve always tried to make him believe that jokingly I hate him.

"Glad to see you, Loki. I thought you were dead. Again.”

Loki smiles, but we don’t have much time to chat; many other soldiers are threatening us.

Meanwhile, the battle of Thor against Hela moves to the bridge; Thor seems to have become stronger, though, Hela is very powerful, and seems to have the best on his brother.

So, Thor comes up with an idea, a weird and crazy idea: to make the Ragnarok happen.

His plan is to awaken Surtur, and let him fight with Hela, until the complete destruction of Asgard.

However, Surtur’s crown is in the castle, where Odin preserved the most important and powerful relics.

It’ll be Loki to go to the castle, and take the crown, while Thor distracts Hela. “I’m going with Loki.” I tell the two brothers, who they immediately beg me to get on the ship and save me, along with the other Asgardians.

“I can’t escape, Thor. I want to fight. And then someone has to check that Loki doesn’t do stupid things. Again.”

Me and Thor look at the God of Mischief, who pretending to be offended by my words, he rolls his eyes.

In recent years, Loki has done horrible things –he tried to conquer a world that it didn’t belong to him, and then he faked his death, and left Odin alone on Earth- but in spite of everything, I can’t hate him. He’s still Loki, my friend. Thor tells me to be careful, and after hugging him, I follow Loki in the castle.

This is the craziest plan I ever heard, I think to myself as I walk silently through the corridors of the castle along with Loki.

We should try to save our home, and instead we are about to resurrect Surtur, who will destroy it. And if we can’t even stop Hela with him? We will all die.

“Are you all right?”

I turn to Loki, who looks at me worried. Even if it doesn’t seem, I can feel that he is also afraid of what might happen.

Before I didn’t have time to observe him well; his hair grew a little. Seeing Thor with short hair, I thought how Loki would be without his long hair. It would emphasize his face and pale skin. He’s wearing different clothes from those he always wears; this uniform is perfect for him. But I believe that whatever he wore, I would love it. Now that I think, if Loki and I die, he will never know that I’m in love with him.

“We’re about to destroy Asgard. Our people might die. Yeah, never been better.” I say sarcastically. Should I tell him? I’m so afraid..

Finally, I and Loki arrive in the relics room, and we walk quickly toward the crown of Surtur; suddenly, however, Loki stops. I turn to look at what has attracted his attention: the Tesseract.

“Loki.. don’t even think about it.”

Loki looks at me, and sighing, he begins to walk again.

“I don’t want to steal the Tesseract. Again.”

A sad smile comes to my face; because of Tesseract, Loki killed innocent people, but eventually Thor managed to stop him.

“You don’t want to steal it again, I know. I feel it.”

“Really? And what do you feel? I betrayed my brother, more than once.”

As Loki says these words, he approaches the Surtur crown, and after taking it from his hands, I and he go away, ready to resurrect the creature.

“You betrayed Thor, but you’ve always come back to him to help him. When Thor came back, he told me I would never see you again. Yet you are here, to try to save your people. Our people.”

Loki looks at me while still holding Surtur’s crown. I approach to him, and as I recover the crown, our hands touch.

“Actually Loki, God of Mischief, you’re a good man.”

I try to say more; maybe this is the exact time I should tell Loki that I love him. Like in a fairy tale...

Instead, I lower my gaze, remaining in silence. Then, I approach the Fire of Life, and I put the Surtur crown inside. As soon as I walk away, everything around me and Loki begins to shake. Me and the God of Mischief exchange a look, and immediately we run as fast as possible towards the castle doors, to go out and reach safety. Surtur is about to arrive, and he will soon destroy the first thing he will be facing: the castle. The place where exactly we are now and Loki.

I’m running as fast as possible, while Loki is exactly in front of me. Suddenly, I see cracks forming on the walls, growing more and more up to the ceiling. I block when I see part of the walls fall straight to me. I cover my head with my arms, but I feel my body move; when I open my eyes, I see Loki’s face a few inches from mine, he’s obviously worried.

“Are you okay?” he asks me as I swallow deeply; it’s the first time that he’s so close to me, and despite everything around us is falling, I can’t help but think of his lips so close to mine.

Unable to say a word, all I do is nod.

Loki helps me to get up, and immediately we start to run away. On the corner of my eye, I look behind what’s going on; the castle is on fire.

Suddenly, I snatch myself against Loki’s back; I turn to find out why he stopped, and my body freezes. The fire has now surrounded us.

“What are we going to do?” I scream to Loki. He approaches me, and he tightens my body to his; I blush, and not because of the fire.

“Close your eyes.”

At my awakening, everything is confused.

The first thing I remember is the conversation between myself and Loki; then I threw Surtur’s crown into the fire, and then his awakening.

The castle was beginning to fall one piece at a time, due to Surtur growing more and more. Loki and I started to run, and then I remember anything else. Maybe something hit me, maybe I fainted.

I look around: surely we are no longer on Asgard. The room I am in isn’t very big, there is only one bed, where I’m relaxed, a small furniture with a large mirror, and a window. I get up quickly, and approaching the window, I’m breathless. Outside there’s.. nothing. It’s all dark, here and there are some rocks, some smaller, some bigger. They are asteroids. We are in the space.

The door behind me opens, and Thor enters in the room. He looks at the bed, but when he sees that it’s empty, he glances through the room until his eyes stand on me.

“Thor.”

He comes to me, and clutches me in his arms, whispering to be happy that finally I woke up.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. Surtur was born, the castle was destroyed, and before I got on the ship, I saw you lying on the Bridge, helpless. I took you in my arms, and then we escaped.”

“Where’s Loki?”

Thor low the gaze to avoid mine; he sits on the bed, and I follow him. His silence makes me feel uncomfortable; I’m afraid of what he will say.

“I think.. I don’t know, maybe.. Loki isn’t there. I didn’t find him.”

I froze; Thor only found me on the Bridge. But maybe Loki escaped alone, maybe he didn’t want to come with us. The God of Mischief is always saved... right?

“He’s alive, Thor. I feel it. Sooner or later we’ll see him.”

Thor looks at me, and nodding at my words of hope, he smiles. He still loves his brother after all. He also hopes that Loki is fine.

About twenty minutes later, I sit next to the window of my room, watching the infinite darkness of space; from Asgard I saw the sky in a completely different way. Only now I understand his true beauty. I think back to Loki, and because he didn’t want to come with us on the ship. Why did he want to leave us again? Why did he abandon me again?

“Are you sad for something?”

I jump, and in front of me, just a few feet away, there’s Loki, with a brilliant smile on his face. I smile, and I step forward toward him to embrace him, but immediately I stop. Loki seems confused; is he really that in front of me, or is it just an illusion?

“Why every time something horrible happens, you make everybody believe that you are dead, and in fact you are alive?”

“It must be my nature.” Loki says, smiling; I roll my eyes, but his laughter makes me smile too. If he’s here, illusion or not, at least means he’s alive.

"What happened in the castle?”

“The fire enveloped us; I hold you to me, and we’re gone because of my powers. But you’re faint; don’t worry. It happens when you’re too close to a beautiful God like me.”

I make a hysterical laugh when I hear his words; the funny thing is that he’s right. Well, probably I’m fainted because the fire, and the sudden ’teleporter’. But a bit is also his fault.

“I’m glad you’re alive Loki. Even if you’re not really here.”

Loki furrows, and slowly he takes a few steps toward me; my body freezes as he gets closer and closer. I’m afraid if I try to touch him, he can disappear, and this time forever.

“Y/n, I’m really here.” Loki says as if he had read my thoughts. His hand is approaching my face, and a shiver runs through my back when Loki’s soft hand touches my cheek. I look up, and my eyes meet his; Loki is getting closer to me, and I’m breathless. Is he really doing what he is doing? Loki, the God of Mischief, my friend that I love since I was a child, and I never said anything to him.. he’s kissing me. I don’t move, and I feel my face blush at the same time when Loki turns away from me, a grin appears on his face.

“W-why did you do it?” I ask Loki with the few words I can say.

“You thought I was just an illusion.”

“Well, you could shake my hand, or hug me, or give me a slap, or shake my hand..”

I close my mouth, no longer knowing what to say. Loki stares at me with a grin on his face as I feel more embarrassed.

“I missed you Y/n. I really missed you.”

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A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Seventy-One

AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

“Maebh?” Loki looked around the outhouses, having already looked for his wife inside the house, but having had no luck in finding her. “Maebh?”

“Darling?” he turned to see his mother standing behind him. “Is everything alright?”

“Where is Maebh?”

“At the village, I thought she was meeting you there.” Frigga looked at him. “She took Vali and Nafi with her.”

“Right, I will return soon, I will speak with you then.”

“Is everything alright Loki?” Frigga repeated, looking at her son in concern.

“Fine, I just need to speak with Maebh with regards a matter, I will discuss it more with you when we return.” He gave a small, yet unconvincing smile and got his horse once more, mounting and turning towards the village.

“Mother.” Nafi held up the item that Maebh had been scouring the stalls for.

“Thank goodness, I was about to give up all hope, Vali?” Maebh walked over, to her eldest, her second in tow, giving her the small leather satchel she had bestowed on him to pay for the goods they needed. “Now, that is all you could need for training.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” Vali hopped up and down excitedly as he got his new leather gauntlets for his forearms.

“Mind them, I mean it, your father and I are not going to just get you another, they need to be too small or torn beyond repair first.” She admonished. In truth, she and Loki could well afford such purchases, but that did not mean they wished to do so for no good reason.

“Yes, mother.”

“Nafi, what do you require?”

“Nothing mother, father gave me a short sword only a few months ago.”

“Does it need sharpening?” She asked, noticing something the Danu could use.

“Yes.”

“Leave it with your father’s tonight, I will have it done by morn.”

“Fandral asked that you…”

“Stop sharpening your weapons as much, I am aware.” She smiled.

“Yeah.” Nafi half grinned, remembering when he had taken his sword to cut an opponent made of hay only for it to severe it in half.

“How is he?”

“Alright, his leg is better.”

“Good, it was a terrible misfortune he had.” She gave a small shake of her head as she recalled the terrible accident that had befallen Fandral. It was a simple hunt, but his leg got caught in a stirrup, a stag had leapt through the bushes at them, causing his horse to rear and to bolt, leaving Fandral stuck to it, pulled along the ground by his leg. He had cuts and scratches, as well as a sore head, but the worst damage was a broken ankle and knee damage, he had a temporary limp as a result, but he liked to see the good in it. He had a year off the raids and Eir’s apprentice took care of his needs, so well in fact, that she was carrying his child before they were even wed. As a result, he was now one of the more experienced teachers the boys had. “Now, we shall see how your father is fairing, shall we?” she smiled, having gotten Danu the small wraps for her long ebony hair.

“He’s doing well,” Vali replied.

“And what makes you say that?” Maebh half laughed.

“He is standing over there, looking at us.”

Vali pointed through the crowd, causing Maebh to search; sure enough, Loki was ahead of them, looking at them through the market. She gave him a small, loving smile, which he returned. “Something is troubling him.” She commented, to no one in particular, both her sons looking at her, then to their father, not able to see what she was seeing. She walked over through the stalls.

“You look as beautiful as the day we met,” Loki commented.

“You mean like I faced the depths of Hel itself?” she half scoffed. “I was covered in scratches, mud, tears, sweat and blood, remember?”

“And the moment you spat in Thor's face, I knew I would never stop loving the fire in your heart.”

“You make me sound like a dragon, not a woman.” She chuckled. “What ails you, my love?”

“We are needed to go to Svartálfheim, there are new talks required; and as Ásvaldr has come here the past two times, it is our turn to return the journey.” He informed her.

Maebh said nothing for a moment. For a few years, she worried about Loki’s return to Svartalfheim, something she knew would occur at some stage, but seeing as time went on, there had been much communication and indeed travel between the two realms, her concerns lessened, until finally, she was only concerned with the usual issues she had with her husband’s travel, the waters, the boat and marauders. “It was due to happen sooner or later.” She dismissed. “When does Thor wish for you to depart?” Loki did not meet her eye. “Immediately?” she asked, again he said nothing. “What is it Loki, just tell me.”

“I am not to go alone.”

“Obviously, that would make no sense, you would…oh no, no, no, no, no, no.” she took a step back, her head shaking side to side. “There is not an ice blocks chance in Nilfheim you are getting me onto a boat to Svartálfheim.”

“Maebh…”

“Absolutely not, the children...”

“Will come with us.” Loki finished.

“Liulf is too young.”

“Ásvaldr’s girls were younger when they fled Svartálfheim during the coup, lest you forget.”

“Why all of us though?”

“He wishes to speak to us regarding an offer.”

“What offer? Loki?” She did not like the manner in which he was talking to her.

“I think it best we go somewhere more discreet to finish this conversation.” He commented, turning to head to Thor's home, knowing she would not wait until they got back to their own.

Nafi and Vali followed their parents, looking at one another, knowing well that whatever it was, their father was trying to get their mother to a place where her fiery temperature would not be witnessed by the realm.

“Fenrir, did you hear, we have no training tomorrow?” a young boy shouted out as the family made their way through the village.

Loki stopped for a moment, looking to his second son as his friend spoke to him. “His name is not Fenrir.” He growled to Maebh as she rubbed his arm. “What was the point in our naming him if he is just to be named after a wolf but his friends?”

“Need I remind you Liulf is named after a wolf. Vali survived an attack from a wolf, of course the others are going to reference that.” she smiled, knowing that the mere mentioning of the incident could send Loki into a haze of guilt for several hours. “Think nothing of it, instead, think of whatever it is you are avoiding telling me in front of people.”

“I will never get anything past you, shall I?” Loki sighed.

“Of course not, it is one of the greatest attributes of me that you find so endearing.” She smiled. “How bad is it Loki, be honest.”

“It is not bad, just…I suppose, upsetting, realising what is ahead of us in life.” Maebh frowned, not understanding what in the realms her husband was referencing. “Boys,” Loki called his sons back to him, his gaze on Nafi, causing Maebh to eye him carefully.

“Nafi,” Just as Vali’s friend said goodbye, they turned to see Barwin walk over to his friend. Over the years, the boys remained quite close, something Loki would have preferred not to occur, but did nothing to prevent. “Did I leave a shield at your house?”

“You did, indeed.” Maebh smiled kindly, looking at her oldest son’s half-brother. “I will ensure he brings it with him tomorrow.”

Barwin gave her a big smile, having come to really like his friend’s mother, a woman his own mother only ever spoke well of. “Thank you.”

“I am sure we will have you over again soon.” Loki grinned.

“Sorry, sir,” the boy looked down slightly.

Loki frowned. “I am not voicing displeasure at that,” he assured. “We are always glad to have you.”

Barwin smiled once more. “Thank you, sir.”

“We will make sure he brings it with him,” Maebh stated as she turned to leave once more. “Until we see you again.” The boys waved their goodbyes and the family continued on.

“You could have let them speak a little longer,” Loki commented as they walked.

“No, because I need to know what is happening, why I am being brought to Svartálfheim and why you are looking at Nafi in the manner you are.” Maebh looked him in the eye as she spoke.

“Maebh…”

“What are you so concerned to tell me?” she asked almost fearfully as they walked. Loki’s facial expression told her that it could indeed be something bad.

“WHAT!” Maebh stared at her husband. “NO!”

“Maebh…” Thor came forward, his hands raised in a non-threatening manner.

“No. we can’t.” she looked between them.

“Maebh, be reasonable,” Loki stated sadly. “With all things considered, it is the greatest outcome for him. He…with the truth of…”

“No, he is our son.” She stated; her heartbreak obvious.

“So we leave Vali with little?” Loki argued objectively. “I do not like it either, but think of it what a life it will be for him.”

“He…he should be here, with us.” She swallowed.

“Maebh, he will be left with nothing, and you know it. Before we had Vali, Kushtrim and Liulf, we could give him more, but now, with…”

“You always said he was our son.” She snapped viciously.

“And I will always love him as such,” Loki growled back. “So much so, I want him to have the greatest life possible, even if I do not get to see him as often as I wish, to give it to him. Princess Anna is to be queen, Maebh, he…he will be king of Svartálfheim.”

“Life is more than a title.” She replied coldly, leaving the room.

“Do you need to speak with her?” Thor asked, walking next to his brother.

“No, she needs to time to process it.” Loki sighed, looking out the door his wife had walked through, knowing she would most likely be heading to find Nafi to be close to him.

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aslightstep · 7 years

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8 - Aesir!Tony/Thor

Some legends are told/Some turn to dust or to gold/But you will remember me/Remember me, for centuries

Note: bastardization to the extremes of Norse mythology. Tyr = Tony.

Centuries

Thor crept along the halls of his home, down past the guards to where the infirmary was. Father had forbidden him from visiting ‘too soon,’ but Father was only sore at Tyr for not celebrating the great conquering of Fenrir, the mighty wolf that was prophesied to eat his Odin whole some day, choosing to stay in the infirmary and nurse his injury alone.

Thor had celebrated merrily at his brother and mother’s side; his father was safe and Tyr, in his bravery, had proven his worth to his parents to stand by Thor’s side. But as the night grew long and Tyr continued to stay away - from a feast that in other words was being held in his honor! The hero Tyr, savior of the All-Father and Asgard! - his heart grew heavy. Tyr was a blacksmith, and a master of weapons and war. The loss of his hand must have grieved him greatly.

But the infirmary, when he finally arrived, was empty.

“Are you looking for Lord Tyr?” One of the healers asked, a knowing smile on her face. Thor felt his cheeks heat at what kind of knowing that might be. He had very little shame left within him, but he and Tyr were not…discreet in their affections. It seemed like every servant or lord in the palace had happened upon them at least twice. “He left an hour ago. He didn’t say well, but a bright prince like yourself surely has an idea.”

Thor was already leaving before she had spoken, a hopeful smile on his face.

Tyr’s smithy was a place of wonder, swords and shield and armor hung on the walls and strewn about the tables surrounding the great forge in the center. Enchanted suits of mail worked busily at patching holes and sharpening blades, lit up from within by their inscribed runes. The great magic fire of Jalmari crackled merrily in the middle of the forge, belying the true power that Thor had been blessed enough to see only once or twice.

Sitting on the lip of the forge was Tyr, tinkering with a gold and red gauntlet, holding it awkwardly between his bicep and forearm. The stump where his right hand had been before it was lost to Fenrir’s bite was already healed over.

“You’ve enchanted helpers just for this sort of work,” Thor said, smiling hesitantly as he crossed the room. Tyr looked up, saw him, and smiled back, just as tremulous.

“This is the kind of work I need to do on my own,” he said softly. Thor stopped in front of his lover, looking at the runes he had already carved into the metal.

“Shall I leave you, then?” he asked softly, and when Tyr’s eyes met him they shined in firelight. It took Thor’s breath away, even as his heart broke.

Tyr was standing, crushing the gauntlet between them as he flung his arms around Thor. “Never,” he said into the crook of his neck, and Thor returned the embrace, feeling the minute trembling in that deceptively slight frame. For all that Tyr was the bastion of the anger and fire of war, he also embodied the empathy and compassion that caused men both to fight and to drop to their knees to stem the wounds of an enemy.

“Then I will stay. Always,” Thor promised.

Tyr side, pressed a kiss into the skin over his pulse, and pulled away. “Hold this. I need to make one last adjustment.” Thor took the offered gauntlet and held it as indicated.

“Tyr-” he tried to speak, though he had no idea what he would say.

“I don’t regret it,” Tyr cut in, not looking up. “I agreed to chain Fenrir, I agreed to give up my hand. It was the right thing to do, Thor.” He finished the rune and looked up. “I would do it again.”

“It will not be forgotten,” Thor said solemnly, leaning down to press his lips hard against his lover’s forehead. “Your sacrifice will be sung through the ages.”

Tyr snorted, pushing Thor back playfully. Thor was cheered to see his good humor returning. “It’s just a hand. I’ve already got a replacement.” He wiggled the gauntlet back and forth, laughing as Thor’s jaw dropped. “What, did you think I would leave it up to Loki or someone else? Did you see what he did to Sif’s hair?”

“Believe me, he has paid for that a thousand times over,” Thor chuckled. “How shall I help?”

“Hold me?” Tyr asked, turning towards the flames. “Jalmari always takes care of me, but the pain will be great, I can’t deny it.”

Thor held Tyr, close enough for comfort but loose enough to move, as the smaller man stuck his hands into the flame just as they burst to life. He did not scream, but it was a close thing.

Afterwards they rested against the flagons of stone that made the forge, watching Tyr wriggle his new fingers. “How does it feel?” Thor whispered.

“Marvelous,” Tyr breathed. “Strong.” He turned to Thor, his eyes taking on a speculative, possessive gleam that Thor knew and cherished well. “Would you like to see for yourself?”

Tyr’s hands made quick work of his armor as Thor’s head fell back. Centuries of this, he thought, and he smiled.

Tyr was dressed in his red and gold armor, as he always was these days, when he came to Thor’s tent that night.

“The battle comes at dawn,” he said unnecessarily, shedding plate until he was only gauntlet and bare skin, sliding in beside Thor and letting himself be held.

“I’ll be by your side,” Thor swore, running his hands through curling dark hair.

“It’s foolishness,” Tyr whispered. “I am War. I know where I am not to be. We should compromise with the Vanir. They are clever and fierce, as we are. We should be joining together, not fighting.”

“They threaten everything we hold dear,” Thor responded. “Our home, our way of life.”

“They are not Jotunns, intent on dominion,” Tyr snapped, then immediately subsided. “I just. I dread the dawn. I wish to stay in this moment with you forever.” The red and gold gauntlet intertwined with Thor’s hand, and they both stared at the contrast until Tony brought them both up and kissed the seam where they met, before rolling over onto Thor. “I am War,” he repeated. “My blood needs to sing.”

Thor heard his unvoiced demand and tugged him up, closer, ran lines of fire down his sides. “Then I will plays its song.”

The night was not long enough.

Thor lost sight of Tyr in the midst of battle. When the tide stemmed all around him, when warriors dropped their weapons one by one and turned towards the west, his heart dropped low.

He found Tyr, bleeding and broken, the red and gold cracked around him, exposing the skin he had worshipped just hours ago. Thor ran the few short meters left, collapsing beside him. Sif and the Warriors Three lingered at the edges of his vision. Somewhere someone was calling for a way to be made for the prince, meaning Loki was coming, but all Thor could see was the trickle of blood running down his love’s face.

“Thor,” Tyr managed on a cough, red misting up into the air with his breath. He raised his hand, palming Thor’s cheek. “I am sorry.”

“You’re fine,” Thor insisted, holding that shaking hand to him. “Do not talk. You are War. You do not end.”

“Of all the terrible things to tell a dying man,” Tyr said, trying to smile. His mouth was bloody; Thor kissed it anyway. “I made you promise to stand beside me…I am sorry I cannot do the same.”

“Don’t say that,” Thor cried, burying his head in Tyr’s broken chest. “Don’t apologize. All the time I ever had with you - I was unworthy.”

“You were. I love you. I - always will.” Tyr’s eyes grew distant, and Thor rocked him gently, like he was simply going to sleep, like they were back in bed, in love, forever. “Remember me, Thor. Remember me. One more promise.”

“I will, I will,” Thor said fervently. In the distance, Loki echoed his promise, then Sif, then the Warriors, then a thousand soldiers, enemy and ally alike. Tyr smiled even as his breath stuttered to a stop, his eyes losing focus. He died in Thor’s arms, and Thor did not know when he stopped screaming.

“Peace,” Thor said when the war council next convened. Tyr’s body was resting in his boat, ready to be put to sea. “We ask for peace.”

Odin looked at him, and where Thor expected surprise, he only saw sober understanding.

Centuries passed, and Thor grew unruly. He was cast out, down to the world of Midgard, deemed unworthy. He found himself missing Tyr fiercely, Tyr who would have been by his side, Tyr who would have followed him.

Tyr, who here was legend. It cheered Thor, even as it saddened him.

“Tyr kinda fades out after this,” Darcy said after noting Thor’s interest in his story. “What happened to him?”

Thor stared at the (incredibly inaccurate) portrait of a War God. His armor was plain and black, but the artist had managed to capture at least one thing in the proud tilt of that defiant chin. “He died,” he said quietly. It had never stopped hurting.

“Oh, man,” Darcy said, then peered at Thor’s face, apparently seeing the truth of it if the devastated expression on her face meant anything. “Oh, man.”

“Indeed,” Thor replied, and that was the end of that.

Until he saw a red and gold armor flying on the picture box. “Whoa!” Jane screeched when he stood and crossed to it, holding it so tightly it groaned. “That’s just Iron Man, okay? Tony Stark. He’s kind of a superhero now.”

“That armor.” He watched this Iron Man, this Tony, weave back and forth through similar looking suits, blasting them apart. The compact and ease of movement, the cleverness of his tactics, the red and gold. Remember me, Tyr had pleaded. Thor had kept that promise. This could not be anyone else. “I must go to him.”

“Um,” Jane said.

The next day the Destroyer attacked, Thor was sent home, his brother was lost, and the Bifrost destroyed. Tyr was lost to him again.

The first time he saw Iron Man fight in person, it was against himself.

“I do not wish to harm you, Tyr,” he pleaded, blocking up a blow.

“It’s Tony, big guy. Mr. Stark if you’re nasty,” the man told him while blasting him back. “And if you don’t want to fight, maybe don’t steal my stuff!”

Loki grinned at him the whole way back in the helicopter while Tony Stark regarded him with curious but distant eyes. Eyes that Thor had loved, once.

Thor remembered. Tyr had not.

He was saddened to see how closed off this Tony was, how he had lost his purpose as War since the beginning. War was not for profit, and it was not to be taken lightly. A sword is truly a shield until you swing it at the wrong person. Tyr had taught him that. Tony had seemingly learned this lesson, but however it had happened had carved out great parts of his heart.

Or maybe, he said, watching Tony’s expression fall minutely as the Captain berated him, he had just hidden them away.

“I believe that is enough,” he broke in, and both men turned to him. There was a moment of naked gratefulness and hope in Tony’s eyes before it disappeared. “Past mistakes do not define us, though they should never be forgotten. Leave them behind, for all our sakes.”

Of course, that did not stop Loki’s plan of destruction. He saw Tony look back over his shoulder at him as he and the Captain ran for the suit, and then he was gone.

“I feel the oddest compulsion to say ‘this is just like old times,’” Iron Man said to him as the Avengers circled up, waiting for orders. “You sure you’re a god, Point Break? You didn’t oh, I don’t know, gain some freak powers after an epic beach party down in Cancun in the early 90s?”

Thor did not know what half of those words meant, but he laughed anyway. Iron Man’s head tilted at the sound and his faceplate slid up. “Seriously, Thor. This deja vu is off the charts.”

“Perhaps it is the battle,” he replied. “Doesn’t it make your blood sing?”

“Singing blood?” Tony smiled, his eyes going a little distant. “That would play some pretty wild tricks on the mind, huh?”

“Verily,” Thor agreed softly, and Tony peered closely at him, looking confused before Captain Rogers began calling out orders and the faceplate slid down.

Thor lost track of him, and began to panic. The stab wound in his side from Loki’s dagger pained him greatly; it must have been poisoned. He stumbled in his movements and suddenly Iron Man was at his back.

They fought perfectly, executing moves and combinations Thor had not used in centuries. Tyr no longer fought with a sword, but he had long used the type of science that Tony used in his gauntlets.

“Keep your head up, big guy,” Tony told him as they cleared out the area. “You’re not allowed to leave me. You promised.”

The suit froze for a second, the helmet tipping in Thor’s direction as his heart seized in his chest. “Wait-” Tony said, even as Thor reached forward with a whispered “Tyr” on his lips, before more aliens came.

Tony blasted up to the sky and was lost again, and the next time Thor saw him, he was disappearing into the wormhole.

The Captain let Thor drag Tony’s body to him, even though both he and the Hulk must have been confused. Thor ripped off the faceplate, fighting not to scream as the same still face he remembered from centuries ago was revealed.

“You’re fine,” Thor insisted, grabbing Tony’s right gauntlet and holding it to his face. “You are War. You do not end.” He closed his eyes.

“Of all the terrible things to tell a dead man,” a raspy voice croaked out, and the Captain gasped out loud. Thor opened his eyes to find Tony staring back at him, at the gauntlet intertwined with Thor’s own hand. As if in a daze, he brought their hands to his lips and kissed the seam where they met.

“Tyr,” Thor whispered.

“Thor,” Tony - Tyr - replied, a weak smile beginning to form on his face. “You remembered.”

(The team took the revelation well in stride: by that meaning the Captain threw his hands up in the air, said “Sure, fine, Tony can be a god, too” and the archer had remarked “It is just impossible for you not to be famous!” and the Black Widow had added that being the embodiment of War explained a lot and no, Stark, that wasn’t an insult, and the doctor had simply asked if he could test Tony’s blood when they got back to a working lab.

”You know,” Tony said as the team sat around the table, eating the oddly-named food. He was remembering more every second, but remained ‘Tony’ for now and might always. Thor would call him whatever name he wished; he was merely happy to have him in his lap right now, feeding bits of meat to him. “That kinda explains how I keep living through all the absurd shit I do.”

“Going headfirst through that window,” Steven said, nodding.

“Metal poisoning,” the archer added. “Saw Nat’s notes on that. You should totally be dead, man.”

“Afghanistan,” Tony listed, grimacing. “Electrocution, lots of blunt force trauma, like three overdoses…”

“Also how you’ve looked thirty three for fifteen years,” the Lady Natasha remarked, and Tony pointed at her, apparently adding it to some invisible tally.

Thor’s chest rumbled in laughter, and Tony shivered a little, basking in the vibrations, which only made Thor’s laughter grow. That was something old between them, too. It was a joy to see.

He was eager, however, to begin finding things new.)

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