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A Wife for Thor Pt.12

Queen of New Asgard

12/02/2020

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 9,737

Warnings: fluff, cute babies, talks of pregnancy, angst, Avengers shenanigans, talks of sex

A/N: So this one is a bit longer than the rest, I really wanted to make sure that this one was a lengthy treat. I didn’t want to split the chapter into two between getting to the Avengers and then actually meeting them and spending tie with them. I wanted to keep it together. I hope you all like it! I had a lot of fun with it, and mostly, I just really love Thor. I want him for myself. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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To say you’re a mess would be an understatement.

At least having Thor by your side gives you a small sense of stability, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re about to meet the Avengers.

Earth’s mightiest heroes.

People so famous that everyone knows their name. Even people in remote parts of the world know they exist.

The sensation of being pulled and gliding through the air in Thor’s arms as the Bifrost glow surrounds you both in your transport is nothing compared to the rolling of your stomach at the thought of saying or doing something stupid in front of Thor’s friends and comrades.

You hold him tighter, loving the way he feels in full armor. Only because it really drives home the fact that he could protect you from anything as opposed to being comfortable.

You’re dressed more simply though not at all casual. The outfit you’re wearing was shoved into your bag with two others in case of official events that might crop up during your honeymoon.

Because dinner with Thor’s teammates is supposed to be a relaxed event, you chose the most unimpressive of the three.

The bodice consists of a one-piece made of leather. Armor would be more accurate in describing it. Though bits of it have been dyed a dark yet also soft gray-purple, others, like the right breast piece and the strip that wraps down around your left side are a natural brown. Textured with a ridged design to compliment the thinner more boned design of the gray-purple section.

Around your waist and laced at the back is another a-symmetrical piece of that natural brown leather, but along the base of it is sewn a long flowing skirt made of a cotton voile base in navy and a sheer silk light blue making the effect of it together like shifting water.

The skirt is left open slightly on the right. If anyone pays really close attention, they’ll see the top of your thigh in the sway. Generally, the dress is appropriate and since this will technically be your first public outing with Thor, it was important you look the part.

Neither of you is wearing a crown. Not necessary really, if it isn’t an official ceremony or event, but you are wearing the large golden pin that Thor had made for you to put on the left breast of your sleeveless gown.

It’s the same interlaced arches that are on your swords with a crown that looks just like your wedding crown at the center where the arches connect.

It shines bright, brand new as it is, and is a symbol of your new status in the world.

A human Queen of Asgard.

It’s safe to say that your name is known from one corner of the Earth to the other which you only just realized when you were doing some research on the time it takes for a body to decompose in a demi-damp environment occasionally exposed to heat. You’d stumbled across a tabloid page with the headline How the New Queen of Asgard Bewitched the God of Thunder.

You hadn’t bothered to read the article because it was clear exactly what kind of reporting they were doing from the picture of you, which someone had pulled from the website of your old school, sitting on Thor’s chest with a photoshopped smirk and glowing red eyes.

There were a few others you read, most of them nice and from official news sources. All of them detailing your tragic childhood and your ascension to wealth. Then your birth ancestry was exposed making you a top candidate for Queen of the Asgardians and in one article for the New York Times, you recognized the pictures of your wedding as you and Thor stared at each other in all of your enamored glory.

Anyone with eyes can see that you love him and in those pictures, you can admit that it helps you feel a bit more secure in Thor’s love to see that he’s looking at you the exact same way. How can he look at you like that and not love you? Or at least be really fond of you?

As the air gets colder, mushy gray snow lining the streets below you, Thor’s body pulls up, preparing to stand as his speed slows.

You feel him step onto the pavement before you do, then slowly he lowers you, large hands so careful with you that you can’t help but look for his eye to see what he might be feeling.

His eyes are not on you though. They’re on the crowd that’s slowly begun to gather.

They’re giving you a wide berth, but they’re stopping to look, and some have pulled out their cell phones to take photos or record video.

You can hear whispers shift through the cold New York winter air, people leaning over to each other in excitement and curiosity. Much like the crowd back in New Asgard had when you’d driven by them to get to your dress fitting and the wedding parade.

You can’t really make out what they’re saying but Thor can, and he wraps his arm around your waist, turns you to face those that are nearest, and waves.

You follow his example and give them as kind a smile as you can, despite the sudden nerves eating at you.

Shit, do you have to say something? Are you expected to?

“Hello everyone. I know most of you have seen her in the papers and on the interwebs already, but this is my beautiful and lovely Queen. My wife, Y/N.” Thor declares, but even your name he caresses with the soft shift in his tone.

“Hello?” You don’t mean it to come out as a question, but it does.

Still, there are a few people that giggle at your reaction.

A sense of calm overcomes those watching, as if finally hearing you speak seems to have burst a bubble.

“Aw yew a pwincess?” A small hand tugs at your skirts and you turn to look down at an adorable little girl with smooth deep brown skin. Her hair is gathered in two small buns, tight braids keep it neat.

All you can really see are her big brown eyes, so wide and full of wonder.

You pull from Thor’s grasp and squat down to be on the toddler’s level. She can’t be more than three.

“She’s my Queen, little one.” Thor explains, squatting down beside you. “Queen of New Asgard. Isn’t she pretty?”

The little girl giggles and nods, then reaches up to touch your own hair which has also been braided, one long in the middle giving it a mohawk look, and several other small braids along the sides to keep it neat while flying.

At least that’s the bit that you remember from this morning.

Thor had pulled you out of bed at four o’clock, led you to a chair in the bathroom and then started messing with your hair. Of course, that sent you right back off to sleep but you remember asking him sleepily at some point why he was braiding your hair and he’d explained that it was to keep it from getting all messy while flying.

That’s the last thing you remember before he was suddenly kissing you awake and then your mind was busy with the delicious way he carried you back to bed and then heartbroken when he said you had only ten minutes more to sleep while he showered.

You’re so tired.

Smiling at the little girl, watching her own joy grow in her eyes gives you new energy and you take her hand and hold it in your two.

“It’s so lovely to meet you…?”

A woman hurries over from the crowd, voice frantic as she seems to have finally spotted her little escapee.

“RUBY!” The poor mother cries, hurrying to her daughter’s side.

“Ruby,” You repeat.

The little girl turns to look at her mother while you keep hold of her hand.

“Wook mama! A Ka-ween!” She giggles and her mother slows, hesitating now that she notices you and Thor.

“Holy shi-” Her mother says, “I’m so sorry.”

Hurrying forward, she takes hold of Ruby’s shoulders and pulls her close, not because she’s threatened by you two or anything. She must be shocked.

You let her hand go as it’s pulled gently, and Thor helps you stand back up. Once you’re standing, he reaches down to take hold of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“It’s okay.” You shake your head, smiling at the woman as Ruby turns to hug her leg excitedly. “She’s very sweet.”

“She’s a troublemaker. That’s what she is.” The woman counters. “D-Do I have to curtsy or somethin’?”

“Not this time.” Thor tells her, “For having such an adorable child, we’ll give you the curtsy pass.”

He’s joking. Teasing the woman.

“Thor…” You nudge him and he chuckles, amused by you more than his joke. “What he means to say is, yes. Normally you would have to, but he knows I’m already nervous out of my mind so it’s okay.”

The woman looks around behind her, aware of the flashing camera phones and the videos they must be taking. So, she turns back to you and clumsily makes a curtsy.

Little Ruby sees her do it and then turns to you and does an even clumsier version of the same bow.

“Thank you.” You manage to say, voice almost completely deprived of volume from how nervous her attention makes you.

“Yes,” Thor agrees, suddenly serious. “Thank you. Both of you, for the warm New York welcome.”

“It was nothing.” The woman says, dipping down to pick up Ruby. “Say buh-bye, Ruby.”

As they walk away, Ruby twists in her mother’s arms to look over her shoulder at you and Thor and waves.

“Buh-bye!”

“Bye, Ruby.” You wave at her, smiling at her cuteness before you look up to meet Thor’s gaze.

“See, that wasn’t so terrible.” Thor gives you a squeeze. “Just our luck that it was an adorable child to greet you first.”

“She was so cute!” You gush, wishing you could take her home.

Maybe Thor sees the deep want in your own face because he leans in and presses his lips to your temple before resting them softly against your ear.

“Don’t worry, cherub. Soon we’ll have our own little one running around the palace.” He promises.

Even though he means it in an innocent way, the deep tone and intent in his voice is also very clear and if there weren’t a lot of people watching, you’d pull him down for a kiss.

He smirks down at you, almost like he knows that you picked up on that lusty vibe despite his words being sweet.

“You’re not playing fair.” You complain.

Thor chuckles then gives the crowd, which has grown quite a bit, another wave.

“Something to look forward to when we go home.” He reasons.

“Will we get to do everything you want with this crowd around us?” You give them a look and tuck yourself into Thor’s side a little more but wave all the same.

All these eyes on you. Watching you. Listening to every little thing you say?

“I’ll make it possible, cherub.” Thor assures you.

He twirls his hammer, a near replica of the one his sister destroyed before they arrived on Earth and takes a step towards the crowd with the look of someone about to make a speech.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you look at yourself, you still look like you. Still wearing the dress you’d pulled on in the morning. Braids still in place.

Thor is still in full uniform. Still holding his hammer. But as the two of you walk through the city, no one stops to look.

After you and Thor had ducked into that first shop—a bakery that had lured him in by the nose because apparently the breakfast you’d cooked him hadn’t been enough—and emerged freshly fed, none of the people who had stopped to watch you when you'd landed were looking at you as you passed them.

Some of them even looked right at you then away as if they didn’t recognize you.

“It’s magic.” Thor whispers in your ear.

He straightens up, watching you with an amused grin as understanding overcomes your face.

“A trick my mother taught me that Loki has helped me perfect. Would you like us to see what they do? Our clothes, I mean? We’ll still see each other.”

“Sure.” You nod, excited by the proximity of magic to yourself.

Thor gives you a nod. He twirls his hammer, held loose in his right hand and it turns into an umbrella.

His clothes are neat and somewhat formal. More of a business casual with dark pressed trousers, a thick black t-shirt made of a heavy and soft cotton blend. His jacket is coal gray, with just the slightest hint of brown.

You gasp lightly, stunned by the sight of him with two electric blue eyes. No sleek black and gold eyepatch. Just two pretty orbs that blink at the shock on your face.

“What, love?” He worries, reaching down to place his hand on your lower back as the two of you continue down the sidewalk.

“Your eyes.” You shake your head, speechless.

“Oh, yes. Well, it helps me blend in.”

His blonde hair is styled too, a smooth wave of the longer hair along the top of his head. Why is he so pretty?

Thor chuckles.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He teases, still looking forward.

“I’m staring,” You huff a laugh. “I’m sorry.”

But you give yourself a look and find yourself wearing a chic black pantsuit. More heavy cotton blend fabric from head to toe. It has that waterproof sheen though. Like if you spill something it’ll just roll off. Black long sleeve shirt with a higher than normal collar. It’s just a few inches short of being a turtleneck.

Over that you’re wearing a sleeveless wool trench coat with big black buttons and large pockets. The cut is feminine and left open since it’s cold but not too cold during the day with the sun streaming down.

It’ll be different tonight.

“We have these actual clothes waiting for us at the compound. I had them sent over when Stark told me that I’d be able to bring you for introductions. We can change in my room once we’re there, so we won’t be as constricted.” Thor takes your hand to his lips and gives it a kiss.

“You have a room at the compound? Isn’t it like a military base or something?” You wonder.

“Parts of it. There is a shooting range and a hangar with plenty of planes and jets. A pretty large garage with quite the selection of cars. Maybe we can go for a drive after dinner for some alone time?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, but you’re still trying to wrap your mind around bedrooms at the compound.

“Do some of the Avengers live on the compound?”

“Yes.” Thor nods, his attention pulled away from his suggestive expression. “Several of them do. Wanda lives there. Captain Rogers, Natasha, Vision, Samuel and Barnes live there now too. Stark has moved out to be with Pepper on some cabin they purchased together a year ago.

“Barton lives with his family, so he doesn’t stay at the compound. And of course, for me it has been a home away from home. The only other person that stays there but doesn’t live there permanently is Banner.

“After we arrived from our journey in space, he took to his lab and slept at the compound for nearly six months before he finally went home. He hasn’t come back to the compound since. Says he’s working on something, but he’s promised to be here for our dinner.” Thor assure you.

Sad to say that you can’t exactly be as excited as he is as the list of names, he just went through looms over you like a test you didn’t study for.

Suddenly he stops, and he waves over at another tall blonde man with storm blue eyes and what looks to be a full beard. His slightly outgrown blonde hair is pushed back, the tresses smooth and silky as he hurries towards you both, brown leather bomber jacket zipped shut over a pair of jeans.

“Oh, you’re dressed up.” He says, but you recognize him and as Thor stops, you find yourself gaping at Captain America. “Maybe I should have picked something nicer.”

“Not necessary. You and the rest of the team are friends.” He takes Captain America’s hand and shakes it before they both meet in a quick hug.

“It’s been too long.” Thor admits.

“Well, you’re a busy man now. King and all that.”

“H-How did you recognize us?” You stutter, focusing on the mystery before you instead of the fact that Captain America is standing right fucking there!

“I let him see us.” Thor explains. “The veil holds only for those I want to shield us from.”

“Oh.” You whisper, not intending to but you have no air in your lungs again.

Thor seems to read your frayed nerves because he reaches around to wrap his arm around your waist and offer you some support.

“Captain Rogers, this is my lovely and very nervous wife, Y/N Y/L/N. Queen of Asgard and if I’m honest, the love of my life.” Thor’s honest gushing, the way he sounds honest and so freaking sincere brings you back to yourself a little and with a squeeze from him, you relax.

“Steve, Thor. Please. I’m not Captain America anymore.” He says, almost as if it’s a reminder.

This confuses you because as far as you know, Steve Rogers is still Captain America.

“I read the e-mail.” Thor says, shaking his head. “I thought perhaps it was a joke.”

“Since when have I ever joked about something this serious?”

“I don’t know, I thought perhaps you might have-”

Steve Rogers turns to you, ignoring Thor for the moment as he holds his hand out and slowly you take it.

“I know I should probably bow, but we don’t want everyone knowing who I’m talking to so, is a handshake okay?”

“Of course!” You say breathlessly as he shakes your hand softly. His grip is firm, but you can tell he’s very aware of not hurting you.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” He begins, then leans in towards you and whispers, “Your Majesty.”

Both of you are left smiling while Thor’s eyes are narrowed at the two of you.

“How do you find married life? Has Thor gotten on your nerves yet?”

You can tell he’s joking because while he’s talking to you, he steals a quick side-eye at Thor to gauge his reaction.

“Not yet. But he does like to eat all of the bacon.” You whisper.

Steve makes a pained look, directing it at Thor, still holding your hand in that gentle handshake.

“That’s a big no-no.” Steve agrees.

“Right?” You press, enjoying the pout on Thor’s lips.

“Alright, Rogers, release my wife’s hand.” He reaches and takes your hand out of Steve’s forcefully, but you and Steve only chuckle.

Thor pulls your hand up against his chest and with his other arm still around your waist, he’s basically got you wrapped up in his arms.

“Come on, everyone’s waiting.” Steve laughs, moving towards a black luxury sedan.

Thor makes to move forward but you pull back, resisting because meeting Steve Rogers was already stressful enough.

Now you have to go meet the rest of them? Can’t you just call it quits now?

“Cherub?” Thor looks at you, the concern pouring from him so overwhelmingly sweet that you give in.

He wants this so badly. It’s so important to him. You’ll also have to do many things from here on out that will make you anxious and stressed.

Suck it up.

“I’m just nervous.” You tell him, as if he can’t already see it himself.

“Thor?” Steve calls from the driver’s side of the car. He’s got the door open, both arms resting against the top of the vehicle.

“A moment, Steve.” Thor says, and for some reason it gives Steve a curious look on his face.

It’s almost as if he’s not used to Thor calling him by his first name.

“You have nothing to be nervous about, my love. You’ve already met Rogers and he’s like one of those dogs with the long ears and the funny long howl when it comes to sensing when anything’s amiss. Clearly, he likes you. You’re perfection, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about.”

Thor’s gushing should make you feel better, and it does a little. But you’re about to meet so many people. All of them important to Thor. What if you say something that makes one of them angry? What if you and one of them—or all of them—just don’t mesh well?

“I just-I-I don’t want to, I don’t know, disappoint you?”

Thor’s face falls into complete adoration. His smile is soft but wide and so pleased. He takes a step towards you, reaching up with both hands to place them on the back of your head, just behind your ears.

“You’ve already made me so proud, cherub. You’re here, standing with your head held high, greeting the people of a foreign country with grace and kindness. You’ve made jokes with one of my closest comrades already. I have every faith that you will continue to outshine me.” He chuckles as you relax a little more. “Do you need a few minutes?”

You shake your head, reaching up to take hold of his wrists. “No.”

“Ready?”

“Yes,” you nod.

Thor slips his hands down, flicking them gently so that he can take hold of both your hands.

He pulls them to his lips and kisses them, never breaking eye contact.

He must lose concentration for his magic because as he kisses your knuckles, his two eyes turn into one as the eyepatch takes its place again.

His regular clothes turn back into his armor and your own dress shifts back into the more Asgardian appropriate attire.

“Uh, Thor?” Steve Rogers insists.

Thor looks at him and with a nod towards his body, Steve Rogers communicates the problem.

You look around and people are stopping their shopping and walking and going about their days to turn and look at the two Asgardian monarchs suddenly standing on the sidewalk in a sweet and affectionate embrace.

“Oops.” Thor smiles at them and gives them a wave while simultaneously taking hold of your hand.

You follow his lead and give them a regal wave and polite smile as he pulls you towards the car. Steve Rogers is already there, holding the back door open for you.

You get in and he shuts the door as Thor moves around to the other side and gets in too.

“You distracted me.” He accuses you, reaching around you to pinch your side.

You give a small scream of laughter then look at the watching crowd with a startled and embarrassed smile, but they’re pleased by the exchange. Some of them taking video and photos. Others just giggling and laughing along with you.

There are a few young women and men who even look envious. And honestly? Who wouldn’t?

You look and Thor and as he chuckles at your reaction to his teasing and the reaction of those watching as Steve Rogers pulls the car away from curb, you can understand their envy because Thor is beautiful and anyone, even if in the end they decide they don’t want to be with him, would be lucky to share in his love.

~~~~~~~~~~

You made Thor promise to keep his hands to himself and you’re already regretting it.

You feel like you’re going to pass out. It’s all wobbly on your legs.

Knees are buckling and you might go down any second.

Thor takes an inch in your direction, but you give him a frown and he clears his throat before going right back to the spot he’d been in.

Both of you stand in a long common room. There are two modern armchairs in a gray almost beige cotton fabric. Two long sofas in an orange sandstone color sit completely occupied.

On the sofa to the right sit two beautiful red heads. One has short shoulder-length hair with pale blonde tips. The other’s long locks in a deeper less vibrant red fall to the base of her shoulder blades.

The brighter red headed woman has a sharp face, with large bright green eyes and eyebrows that start somewhat full on the inner corners and slowly fade into much thinner lines.

They’re perfectly shaped for her face though it does give her a sterner look.

She’s wearing a plain black dress with capped sleeves and a plunging V neckline. Her shoes are simple black flats though, which she taps against the floor as she waits for you to speak. Black Widow is just as fearsome as she looks in the news.

The other woman is much younger, her youthful face round. Her eyes are a pretty soft brown, more inviting though still a little distrustful. This must be Wanda, the Scarlet Witch.

It’s like she’s analyzing every move you make.

Fuck.

Beside her sits a man with peachy skin, short blondish-reddish hair. He looks older than her, but still handsome.

Despite the appearance of his older age, he has hold of one of Wanda’s hands. Fingers intertwined.

They’re together.

Vision, your mind provides.

On the other sofa sits Steve, his eyes kind as he waits patiently for you to be ready. Beside him sits a handsome black man with an exhausted expression.

You can tell that it isn’t directed at you, but he looks tired. Just home from doing some Avengers work, maybe?

Beside him sits a middle-aged man with small streaks of gray at his temples. His face is kind, but he seems like he’s preoccupied. Like he’s got places to be or things to do.

He keeps wringing his hands slowly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he watches you.

On the far armchair is the man himself, Tony Stark. He looks every bit a king in his domain, just like Thor back home in New Asgard.

He owns the place—literally—and everyone knows it just by watching him sit there. He’s inquisitive about you, his mind clearly racing from the look in his eyes.

He’s the most analytical out of everyone. He keeps looking at you from head to toe, every shift in your stance, the way you hold your hands, or the fact that you’re looking each of them over and making your own conclusions catches his attention.

The last person in the room, and the only other one standing aside from you and Thor, is a tall beefy man with shortly cropped dark brown hair. He also looks tired, and he reaches up to rub his exhausted face with his shining black arm etched with golden veins that run through the sleek indestructible metal.

Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. Though most people still call him that, from what Thor said in your prep when coming is that he’s been fixed?

No, that’s not the right way to phrase that. He’s not a dog. He’s been deprogrammed.

You don’t quite understand what that means, but you realized as Thor spoke that Hydra had done something to Bucky to make him do the things that he’d done. Like brainwashing, though you know nothing about how one gets brainwashed.

It made you sad, that someone would be that cruel and take from someone their identity and all the things that make them who they are. You heart aches for the former Winter Soldier and he gives you the tinies of smiles. Just a soft and subtle gesture of encouragement.

All eyes in the room are on you, and you’re freezing up so you appreciate the figurative extended hand.

When you speak, your voice trembles at first.

“I-It’s so…I’m s-so…”

They stir, sitting up straighter at the sound of your voice.

Get it together! You’re Queen of an entire fucking kingdom!

You clear your throat, and with a quick shallow breath you try again.

“I’m sorry, I’m a l-little nervous. I know how important you all are to Thor and I-I know this was sudden. We were both really sorry that you couldn’t come to the wedding but I’m so glad to meet you now. My name is Y/N, and I…I think that’s it?”

Turning to Thor, you find him smiling wide, singular eye bright. He’s proud and you can see it in the way he pulls his shoulders back and moves back towards you, slipping his arm around your waist.

Both of you are wearing the real versions of his illusion now minus the coats, formal King and Queen garb abandoned in his room.

Thor’s arm is a welcome warmth.

“That was wonderful, cherub.”

“Cherub?” A snarky voice teases, and both of you turn to look at Tony Stark.

“Leave them alone, Tony. I’ve heard some of the things you call Pepper when you think we aren’t listening.” The Black Widow, Natasha, cuts in.

“Like what?”

“Pudding-pop?”

“That’s a good one.” Thor observes. “Can I borrow it?”

“All y’all being really gross.” The new Captain America, Sam, points out.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have your own pudding-pop.” Bucky sighs, moving to the back of the sofa to lean both hands on the seat and look down at his friend.

“When’s the last time you had someone call you pudding-pop, Barnes?” Sam wonders, a clear attempt at a jab.

“Uh…1943? Just after I enlisted.” He answers, no sarcasm or embarrassment about that fact.

“You both need to get a life.” Natasha points out.

“You first.” Sam retorts.

Natasha fixes him with a look of confusion before getting up and moving towards Bucky. For a moment it looks as if she’s just going to pass right by him and into the kitchen behind him, but instead she slips her arm through his metal one and leans against him gently.

“I’ve got one. Don’t I, pudding-pop?”

The silence that follows is heavy but with building energy.

Then the room explodes with exclamations of, “What?!”

“When did this happen?!”

“How long have you two been a thing?”

“Why?!”

With their attention diverted, you relax, leaning into Thor’s embrace as Natasha catches your eye and gives you a quick subtle wink.

“I thought we were gonna wait?” You hear Bucky ask Natasha over the cacophony of voices demanding information, all of them on their feet again too except for Steve who is smiling and hiding it behind his hand.

Obviously he already knew, and it’s also obvious that Natasha revealed her relationship with Bucky for your benefit and to make meeting you the secondary event of this get together and while some women would be pissed that she’s gone and stolen your spotlight, you could not be more grateful.

~~~~~~~~~~

A metallic shoulder rubs against the side of your head and you lean away, gasping because you hadn’t expected the sensation.

You’re greeted with a metallic mask, similar to those of Tony Stark’s Iron Man helmet with slight variations around the mouth. The color is also brushed silver, the body white and red. It shifts to the side a little, away from you but it tips its head down in apology like an old 18th century gentleman.

“I’m sorry. Please, excuse me while I collect your empty plates.” The robot says.

“Sorry about the A.I., Cherub.” Tony says, then gives a quiet whistle. “Hey Bud, why don’t you take the night off?”

Beside you, Thor chuckles at Tony’s new nickname for you. He’s done nothing but call you cherub since Thor did earlier in the night. It’s going to stick, or so Steve had promised.

The A.I. straightens up and puts the plates back down before moving off down the hall and out of sight.

“Bud?” Bruce Banner asks, who insisted you call him Bruce and drop the Doctor and the last name.

You have to keep reminding yourself to do so every time you talk to him. Because you can’t seem to remember, you’ve just chosen not to talk to him until you can.

Tony gets to his feet, moving around the table to lean over you, hand placed on his jacket to keep it from swinging against you.

“B.U.D.” He repeats, each letter on its own. “Buggy and Underdeveloped. I’m working on it. I’ve got their manners down. Jarvis quality though not as reliable. Vision is helping me work out the kinks.”

“I do what I can.” Vision says, Wanda reaching around to massage the back of his shoulders.

“You’ve made all the improvements. Tony had them calling us dickheads that one week before he asked for your help.”

“It was a typo!” Tony moves around to Natasha’s plate and piles it on top of yours, then Bucky’s who mutters a nervous thanks which Tony also mutters back a somewhat stiff approval.

You’re not given much time to notice their exchange before Thor’s hand finds your thigh under the table and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You smile at him, reaching down to take his hand. “Just surprised. I’ve never been around artificial intelligence of that caliber.”

“Don’t worry, Cherub. You’ll be used to it soon. You’ll be getting an upgrade at that pretty space cottage of yours pretty soon.” Tony says, grabbing a few glasses one at a time as he moves around the table.

“I’ll help you, Stark.” Thor suddenly says and releases your hand to move around the table and grab the other plates and glasses.

Why does he call him by his last name? Habit maybe?

“Thanks,” Tony nods.

“Space cottage?” You’re not sure what he means.

“Yeah, that big wooden house you all call a palace?” Tony clarifies.

“Oh,” Silly way to look at it. “There’s steel too.”

Tony smirks, “Well, I’ll be sending some people over to get a security system installed and an advanced satellite scanner to catch any movements that might come in from—up there. With this new threat that-”

Thor coughs loudly, dropping a glass that makes a terrible shattering glass sound against the black tabletop. Bucky catches the glass and holds it still then offers it up to him again.

Tony meets Thor’s singular eyed gaze who shakes his head minutely.

“-which I guess you’re not supposed to know? Whoops.” And with that he turns and leaves the room.

You look at Thor and find him watching you, then he quickly turns and follows Tony out of the room.

Whenever you’ve read in the past that someone sees red, you’d always suspected that it was metaphorical. However, you see red as your brain short circuits and all you can feel is a level rage.

The one thing you’d asked of Thor was that he won’t keep secrets from you and here is one, not even a week after your wedding!

“Don’t worry.” Natasha interjects, getting up from her seat. “When it’s worth knowing about, Thor will tell you. He just doesn’t want you to worry.”

Your frown only grows. You can’t seem to get your sudden temper flare under control.

“You’re upset.” Steve notices, getting up when everyone also starts to rise. “Why?”

You follow their example and get to your feet, pushing your chair under the table before following them into a smaller living room space just off the main common room while trying to quell your anger.

The living room is mostly white and gray with a long sectional that is full of red pillows.

“Because I’m Queen of New Asgard.” You point out, speaking a little more firmly than you mean to.

Steve gestures to the seat at the edge of the sectional and you take it, swallowing hard as you shove some of that upset down into your tummy so that you won’t lash out at the very nice people that Thor sees as family.

“You are.” Steve agrees. “No one would argue that you aren’t.”

Does he not get it?

“He might not want me to worry, but I have a responsibility to the people of New Asgard. If something is happening that might affect them, I need to know.” You cross your arms across your chest, huffing lightly and letting that be the peak of your temper.

You don’t want to fight with Thor here in front of everyone.

The reaction isn’t what you expect.

Sam, who is sitting on the floor at the bend in the sofa leaning against it as the weight of his sleepiness begins to take over, whistles.

Long and slow.

Bucky chuckles as Natasha settles beside him, her arms crossed across her chest as she leans back into his arm.

They don’t look together even if they are, just comfortable. Bucky’s arm curves a little more for her and is the only giveaway that there’s more between them than friendship.

She smirks. On the sofa beside you, Wanda leans forward to try and get a look at your pouting face, her red curtain of hair falling over her shoulder. Vision is standing by the TV looking at a collection of records to put on a turntable that sits ready and empty.

Dr. Ban-Bruce isn’t anywhere in sight.

Steve settles in beside Wanda but closer to Sam, leaving enough room for Vision to sit when he’s finished with the music.

“Thor said you had some bite.” Natasha shares, “Said something about you standing up for Loki? What’s that about?”

You feel your cheeks burn, neck too. With a shrug, you drop your arms and clutch at the fabric of your pants by your knees.

“Yeah, dude’s pretty psycho,” Sam adds.

“Sure, yeah, because a bunch of people dressing up in costumes and going around fighting crime and otherworldly forces are completely sane.”

Shit, did you seriously just say that?

There’s a beat of silence, then, “She sounds very sensible. Now that I’ve had some time with it, I think the cape might have been a touch too far.”

Everyone chuckles, and you turn to look at Vision who finally picks an album and slips it in place.

“Sorry,” You offer, hesitating a moment before you decide to explain yourself. “Loki has been nothing but kind to me. And calling him a psycho offends me. I know you all and the rest of the planet, have issues with him and what he did…so did I, but he’s trying. And he’s family now…like you all…so…”

Your words trail off as you turn to look for Thor, but you can still see him across the common room in the kitchen, exchanging hushed words with Tony and it’s starting to rile you up again. What’s coming? What’s so important that Thor has brought in the Avengers too?

“What did Thor call it?” Bucky asks Nat.

“Bite.” Steve tells him, “She’s got bite.”

“I’d say it’s more like a sting. But she’s right. I don’t think any of us here can judge someone by their past. At least I can’t.” Bucky nods.

“Or me,” Nat agrees.

“Or me,” Wanda smiles.

And then the music starts. Vision turns, hands behind his back as he also smiles at the general pleasantries.

“Taylor Swift?” Sam demands, “Really?”

Vision’s smile vanishes and he gives him nice wide eyes of surprise, “I’ve never heard this one before.”

“Excuse me.” You get up and move towards the kitchen, determined to get an explanation while the room behind you continues to argue the merits of Vision exploring different musical avenues.

“Whose album even is that?” Sam demands.

Steve clears his throat, “I think you should both get some sleep. I want a debrief first thing in the morning. I might not be Captain America anymore, but I’m still running this show.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, you’ve never accepted the boss mantle until now. Which other albums do you have in your room that you’re too afraid to share?” Nat adds.

“Hey, I have no shame in my musical taste.” Steve defends.

As you near the kitchen, the open spaces separated only by two large circular pillars and a sleek concrete counter island, you slow as their quiet conversation begins to reach your ears. It wasn’t necessarily that you’re trying to eavesdrop…but they’re not talking about what you expected them to be talking about. So, you freeze.

Too nervous to move, forward because what the hell? Or back, because they’ll no doubt hear your retreat.

Where’s the talk about threats to the kingdom and planet? No, you get a nice dose of fear and jealousy instead.

“You only knew her for a week before you married her?”

“It was arranged. All of you knew this. I explained it the last time we met.”

“I get that, but what-” You can hear the hesitation in Tony’s voice.

Despite the fact that he knows he probably shouldn’t bring it up, he throws his dishtowel on the counter and turns around to lean against it as Thor’s hands continue to sift through the dishes, washing them slowly. “What happened to Foster? Weren’t you two pretty hot and heavy? Last time you brought her here-”

“Jane has other priorities.” Thor cuts him off, clearly still hurt from his breakup with Jane.

You hate the sound in his voice. Why does he have to be so clearly heartbroken?

“That’s all I get?” Tony asks, waiting and leaning in a little closer to Thor.

“What else would you have me say? It was hard to leave her. And if I’m honest, I still find myself thinking about what life might have become if she’d been ready to settle down.”

What?

You take a step back, wanting to get away from this horrible conversation you wish you hadn’t accidentally run into. Retreat being heard be damned!

But then, “Cherub?”

It’s Tony, a smirk in his voice as he turns to help Thor dry the dishes he sets aside.

“She is my angel.” Thor smiles, just a teeny upturn at the corners of his lips as he steals a glance at Tony.

Your heart gives a painful clench at the love that you’ve been seeing in his eye pour through in his voice.

“A celestial creature sent to me by fate. I had no knowledge of the capacities of love. I’ve only ever found love as I found Jane’s. We were met by chance, and the attraction was clear and instant. Intention as well. With my cherub, things though they grew quickly, were harder to find. I had to look past my own melancholia to see that she was there waiting for me.”

“She does look like she’s completely lost it.” Tony nudges Thor aside because he’s taking so long and takes over the washing.

“I hope you mean lost her heart to me?”

“What else? Her mind? Though why anyone would agree to rule an entire country is beyond me.”

“She’s brave.” Thor boasts, body completely relaxed. “I’ve never known anyone with her courage. The first night of our engagement she demanded that I be honest with her, even if I decided to keep Jane as a mistress.”

Tony looks at him, eyebrow quirked as he asks a voiceless question.

“Which of course, is out of the question. I entertained the thought for a bit, I can’t deny it. At the very beginning as I was making my plans to go leave Jane, to end things permanently so that I could do right by Y/N and really try to make our marriage something lasting—I wanted to keep Jane at my side by any means necessary.

“Imagining a life without her was painful and I hate to admit that I had every intention in those last moments before I saw her to ask her to be with me even after I was married.” Thor confesses, sounding torn between guilt and desperation.

You remember seeing that desperation in him before he’d gone to see Jane.

Even after his proposal to you, even after those earth-moving kisses, he’d wanted to keep Jane at his side.

Of course, he did. You shouldn’t be surprised by that. He and Jane had shared so much before you came into the picture. Before you were forced in if you’re honest.

Still, it hurts, and you hate hearing it.

For a second time, you take a step back, wanting to leave.

But then, “What changed your mind?”

Thor sighs heavily, exasperated, exhausted by something.

He crosses his large arms across his chest, black shirt straining against his biceps and pecs. He’s so massive. Standing next to Tony only accentuates that fact.

“It took her two hours to make time to speak with me, and another three before she stopped explaining her work on energy spikes in some far East quadrant of space to let me even bring up the fact I was officially engaged to someone else.

“The only reason I was able to hold off for so long is that she would come and kiss me every twenty minutes to promise that she’d be done soon.”

You hate that.

“It was the waiting around after three months of having seen her last and six months since we’d been together. I just couldn’t stand the thought of that always being my life. As much as I loved her, I didn’t want to spend my marriage waiting for a woman when another had already assured me of her commitment to rule at my side as wife and Queen.”

“Is that the only reason you’re so into your Cherub? Because she obviously likes you?”

“No.” Thor shakes his head, “No, there are many things about Y/N that draw me to her. Most of them I’ve discovered since I made the choice to really let Jane go. When I came home that night, she was there to lure me back from the pit I’d crawled myself into by telling Jane goodbye.”

Tony stops washing to fix Thor with a knowing gaze. He scoffs then turns back to his washing.

“So, the sex is good, is what you’re saying?”

“The sex is very good. Incredibly good. I have no complaints about our physical chemistry. In fact, it’s better than with Jane or anyone else I’ve ever been with. I’m not sure what it is, but we are very well suited in the bedroom. She has such vigor, such desire. I am never in no doubt of her want of me. It’s so good that I almost didn’t want to bring her here because then I’d have to give up an entire day of having her to myself wrapped up in nothing but her bedsheets.”

“Alright, I think I get the picture.” Tony holds up one soapy hand to stop Thor’s bragging. “So, she sleeps with you and makes you feel better. Jane makes you wait, so you end it for good. Did you at least give her a proper goodbye?”

Thor is silent, and this time, you don’t want to know. You’ve already guessed and have been suspecting that this is very much the case, but you don’t want the confirmation.

If that’s what happened when he went to see Jane, you don’t want to know. Even if it happened before you two were married and really together, it happened when you were already in the picture and your heart was already being swayed.

Stepping out from behind the large round pillar, one hand resting against the smooth black curve, you watch Thor think about Tony’s question, tilting his head up to look across the room towards the living room space where the Avengers are now laughing about who the hell knows what.

He sees you and his face loses color.

“Thor?”

“What’s the matter?” He asks, a small bit of panic in his voice.

He moves towards you and you move towards him, meeting halfway.

“Did you hear?” He knows, probably because of whatever is on your face that’s making him panic.

His large hands are already pushing your numerous braids back, throwing them over your shoulders gently so that he can place his hands on your neck.

“Thor,” You repeat, this time getting a hold of yourself and reaching up to grab his wrists and pull his hands down away from your face. “What’s coming?”

This is why you’d come in here, and this is what you’ll insist on knowing. Fuck everything else they were talking about. You don’t want to know, and you don’t care what happened or what Thor felt before both of you exchanged vows.

“What?”

He seems stunned by the shift of topic, despite the agony that you’d momentarily been in. His voice even cracks a little, too shocked by the change.

“The new threat,” You clarify. “This new thing that we need satellites back home for? What is it? What’s happening? I know that you probably don’t want me to worry or want to protect me or maybe you’re still thinking of me as a civilian? But I’m Queen of our kingdom, Thor. If something is coming for us, I deserve to know. I need to know what’s coming if I’m going to help you protect our people. It’s my job and I can’t do it if you don’t let me.”

“Cherub’s got a point.” Tony adds, and claps Thor on the shoulder before gathering up a tray and makes his way out of the kitchen and towards the others with a bottle of beer for each of them.

“You’re right.” Thor nods, reaching to take your hands and he pulls them up to his lips kiss away the pain that he must have seen you feeling.

He seems to know though that you don’t want to focus on that and so he doesn’t bring it up.

You can tell he wants to though. He really wants to talk about what was just said in this kitchen.

“Yes, you’re right, you should know and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want you frightened or worried when you didn’t have to be, but you’re right. As Queen, you have every right to know what might be coming. But can’t we wait to talk about it until later? Tonight perhaps? When we’re alone?”

You don’t want to agree. You want to make demands of him and make him tell you everything right now. However, you also know that you’re a little angry about what you overheard and that’s probably why your pulse is pounding in your throat, heart ramming itself against your ribcage.

“Fine.” You huff then turn to move back into the living room.

“Hey,” He coaxes you back, voice low and deep so that the others won’t hear him.

He catches your wrist and pulls you back gently.

“Did you hear us? Because if you did, when I went to leave Jane I-”

“I don’t wanna know, Thor. If you slept with her, I don’t want to know.” You sigh, stomach clenching painfully. “You did what you have to do. It’s not like you and I fell in love in any kind of traditional way. We were forced together and now we’re married. I’m not stupid.”

“Of course you aren’t, and as true as all of that is, I don’t like the way you’re talking about it.” Thor agonizes, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer and further into the kitchen out of view of the others. “You’re acting as if I don’t love you, or as if it’s a farce. I love you, cherub. It happened quickly, but it is real.”

“I know that, Thor,” It’s nice to hear though, because you’re seriously feeling weak in the confidence you’d spent every night since your wedding building.

For a bit there, you’d believed wholeheartedly that Thor loves you. You still do…but the realities of Jane and how quickly he’d had to end that relationship with her because he had to marry you to give his people a Queen have been brought to light and ruptured the bubble of your new marital bliss.

It’s also suddenly very clear to you that he must still love Jane very much. Even if he loves you too. There’s no way he can move on this quickly.

“You don’t look like you do. You look sad and it’s putting knots in my stomach, love. Please don’t doubt me now.”

Fuck!

You lean forward, shoving your forehead against his wide chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and fist the back of his shirt as he brings his hands up to the sides of your head. You can feel his lips against your scalp, kissing against the large middle braid that goes down along the back of your head.

“This is so hard.” You admit, hating your jealousy.

“I wish I could take all of your strife.” He kisses your head again, an audible smack. “I’m sorry I’m the one making it for you.”

Both of you knew that this would be tricky.

“I swear to you, cherub, it’s only you. You are the only woman I want and the only being in the universe that I want to bear my children.” His words are full of truth and you look up at him to find that same honesty in his gaze.

It’s pained and sorrowful and you hate it.

“I shouldn’t have listened.” You pull yourself up against his body and push yourself up with puckered lips.

Eagerly he leans down to meet your lips with his own but he shifts his head to the side to deepen the peck you’d wanted to leave you in no doubt as to his devotion, or at the very least, his passion.

He leans down to wrap his arms around you and press you up against the side of the pillar.

“Thor…” You whisper when he pulls back to tilt his head the other way. “We’re guests here.”

The reminder cools him down and he places his hands on your hips instead while you tickle the hairs on the back of his neck.

“We should get back to your friends.”

Thor sighs heavily, hating this idea, but he knows you’re right.

He reaches up to take hold of the back of your neck, squeezing it possessively before he leans down to give you one more quick kiss.

“Tonight, I will leave you in no doubt as to my devotion and love. I promise.”

His declaration takes your breath away, and apparently Bruce’s too as he sputters a cough around his own beer as he freezes on the other side of the kitchen by the fridge where another large round pillar lines a different entrance opposite the side you’re both standing on.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Bruce says, reaching up to wipe at the beer dribble around his mouth.

Thor takes his hands back and you slip out from between him and the pillar then make your way back towards the living room feeling flushed.

As you walk back in, observing the room, Steve and Vision are currently playing an apparently rousing game of Connect Four on the floor while Nat and Bucky sit cuddled up on the far corner of the sectional, talking quietly but also giving the two battling on the floor the occasional glance.

Wanda is on her phone, typing away quickly with a beer held between her thighs. Sam is standing by the records, despite his previous griping, nodding his head as Taylor Swift’s 22 fills the space.

Tony is on his own phone, standing in the far corner of the room with a sappy smile on his own face which tells you he’s probably talking to his own wife, Pepper Potts, who couldn’t make it tonight due to a work engagement.

All of them have a beer around them or in hand, and as you make your way towards the bend in the sectional feeling a little like you’re intruding, just as your back hits the sofa a cold bottle meets your cheek.

You jump a little but turn to look and Tony holds out a sealed bottle for you.

“You okay with import? Or do you want domestic?” He asks, holding his phone to his shoulder, brows drawn together as he waits for your answer.

“This is fine, thanks.” You take the bottle and then give him a quick smile.

“Good, because then I’d have sent you down to get your own.” He assures you, but a voice from his phone calls his name and he hurries away again, phone pressed to his ear.

You look at the bottle of beer in your hands, wondering if the top is a twist but when you go to turn it the ridges hurt your hand and you stop instantly.

Just as you’re about to lean over and ask Bucky to open the bottle for you, the sectional dips beside you and heat envelops your shoulder and side as Thor sits right beside you.

“It sounds like excuses to me.” He says, looking at Bruce who sits down beside him with a bit more space allowed between them.

“It’s not an excuse,” Bruce insists. “I’m working on something that needs all of my concentration. I’ll come visit soon, I promise. I’m going to be coming with Tony for the security system installation so, I’ll get to see the palace then.”

“Thor?” You hold the bottle up for him and he takes it from you, kissing the side of your head before he simply flicks the top with his thumb and it flies off and falls right on Steve’s head.

“Hey,” He complains, but then gets distracted as Vision connects his four red chips.

“I win.” Vision declares.

“Damn,” Steve concedes. “You got me. Go again?”

Vision dumps the chips, and they start splitting them up.

“Here you are, cherub.” Thor hands you back your beer, and you take a quick drink before settling in against Thor’s side a bit more comfortably as he gives you a squeeze but continues to chat with Bruce.

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Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the Marvel Comics

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Did you know Sigyn was in the Marvel Comics long ago? Did you know Loki had a wife?

Oh...that’s probably because Marvel wanted you to forget their terrible writing mistakes concerning this great Norse Couple.

Let’s dive into this exploration of history where the Marvel writers realized they fucked up on telling a perfectly good couples story, and in the process, setting off a spark of rebellion that caused some retconning and a group of fans to demand justice for both Loki & Sigyn -- not just as a couple, but as their own individual beings.

#JusticeforSigyn #JusticeforLoki #JusticeforLogyn

Where it First Began (Meeting & Marriage of Lies):

In September of 1978, Thor #275 came out featuring the first appearance of Sigyn, Loki’s wife from Norse Mythology. She was introduced as a beautiful Asgardian Loki had randomly come across while looking into a crystal ball inside his castle, wanting to find some companionship to fill his loneliness.

However, when Loki came with riches and jewels to offer her in exchange for her hand in marriage, Sigyn outright rejected him, stating she would never take someone as vile as him, even stating she was already engaged to an Asgardian Warrior part of Odin’s guard -- Theoric.

Unable to accept this, Loki came up with a plan to have her fiancee killed during a mission, resulting in the Trickster taking on the disguise of Theoric in order to take Sigyn for his own. Despite having slightly suspicions of her lover being more romantic than before, Sigyn didn't notice that her lover wasn’t exactly who she thought he was.

Now comes the day of the wedding as Odin marries the happy couple. This was when Loki finally revealed his true self and what he had done. Odin tried to null the marriage, but it was against Asgardian law for even the High Father to do such a thing. Hence, Sigyn accepted her fate as Loki’s wife. This caused Odin to name her the Goddess of Fidelity.

Where it’s Heading (Cargo of Incantation-Fetter’s Arms):

Loki being Loki, he did some shit that ended up with him being imprisoned in a tree by Odin, something that infuriated Sigyn, resulting in her trying to take control over Donald Blake to use over the All-Father as a way to free her husband from his punishment. However, it didn’t work out, resulting in a bunch of other crazy shit happening and putting Thor on their trail.

After Balder was killed, Loki was put on trials for his crimes and received yet another punishment that Sigyn had to protect him from -- having burden over the fact she was “the evil’s wife.” Just like the classic Norse tale, she holds a bowl over his head, shielding him from snake venom and leaving to empty it momentarily when it became full, resulting in Loki cursing her.

Also, Loki and Sigyn had a child -- Narvi, but they died young, being used as the binding to imprison Loki (following the Norse myth too.)

Some more crazy shit happens and now Odin has shackled Loki to Sigyn so he doesn’t cause anymore trouble. Loki of course is not pleased about this one bit. Having had enough of this, he went to Odin demanding to be released, only resulting in him being banished to an outpost.

There Just Might be Hope????:

Some more shit happens again, resulting in Loki being stuck in an astral form and bound to a suit of armor so he could reside in Asgard thanks to Sigyn. A fight happens with Thor, Loki and Mephisto, putting Sigyn in danger. This is when for the first time ever, Loki ends up having a tender confession of love over Sigyn, asking Thor to save her since he could not.

It’s unknown if this is just Loki putting on an act or being real, but you know how the Trickster God can be.

After the battle, while Loki had released Sigyn from her marital vows, his wife swore to always be there for him when he needed her.

And that’s the last we see of Sigyn’s regular appearance in the comics in 1996. She makes a cameo in Avengers: Unleashed #1 in 2019, but it’s nothing more than a flashback to her time of helping Loki.

A Hypothesis & Notes on their relationship in comics:

The whole entire plotline consisting of Theoric and Loki killing him in order to obtain Sigyn is just something most of the fandom doesn’t like. Not only does it objectify Sigyn, but it makes Theoric a Pointless character to introduce anyway, only used as a tool for means in which Loki can get Sigyn, when honestly, he could have done so in a different way.

I like that they stick with Sigyn being the faithful wife of Loki (that’s who she is), but they honestly don’t give her any agency in this besides that trait alone. The writers don’t even let Sigyn be her own damn person! She is SO MUCH MORE than Loki’s loyal wife. SHE IS A FREAKIN GODDESS! I know there is more we can do with her.

Instead of pulling the ‘woe is me, my husband is evil and I’ll just go along with it’ card, something else could have been done. LIKE LITERALLY, ANYTHING ELSE! We know Loki can be a troublemaker, but Sigyn knows how to deal with his shit. She isn’t some damsel in distress here! It’s another reason Loki likes her.

Couples can bicker in times, it’s normal in marriages and relationships, but to have Loki whining about how much of a burden Sigyn is is just....WHY? I mean, you went after the woman and killed another guy for her. This is what you wanted! *shakes head at writers*

I will give them kudos though for some of the stuff near the end when Loki actually starts displaying his true feelings of love towards Sigyn. And sadly we only got a little taste of that...and we aren’t even sure if it was an act or Loki being real.

THE FACT THAT SIGYN ISN’T EVEN IN THE COMICS ANYMORE SINCE 1996. She’s only mentioned, but it’s just as a tale, not as an actual person who USED to be his wife. They literally killed her off. EXCUSE ME! #JusticeforSigyn (We’re still waiting for her in the MCU...)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY TIE-INS:

There were some moments in the comics between them that they writers took from Norse Mythology with them. Thought It’d be important to list.

Loki’s Punishment of snake venom dripping onto him while Sigyn holds a bowl to collect it and shield him.

Narvi being Loki & Sigyn’s son who was killed and his insides used to bind Loki for his punishment.

Sigyn being Loki’s wife.

DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT CHARACTERIZATION:

As is the case with everything out there, if you have different writers working on the same project, there is bound to be a difference of characterization and interpretation, resulting in OOC moments or just something completely different altogether. After researching and pondering on this subject, I FULLY believe this is what has happened with Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the comics. Let’s take a look at the evidence I’ve found:

For the comics Sigyn’s creators were Roy Thomas, John Buscema and Tom Palmer.

Loki’s creators for the comics were Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Jack Kirby, Violet Barclay, and honestly, many others.

My favorite quotes on them from the comics:

Wait? Despite the crappy writing, I actually have quotes I like from the comics? GASP! I call these the only positives from the comics of their relationship.

“My Sigyn-- the love of my immortal life...” — Loki, Thor Annual Vol 1 #19

“Aye-- For only Sigyn, of all in the realm eternal, feels love for Loki. And among all Asgardians, only for Sigyn does Loki feel...” — Loki, Thor Annual #19

“Sigyn loves me-- just as she is the only thing in the nine worlds that I truly love.”— Loki, Thor #483

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Fandoms Wish for MCU & Future Appearance Justice:

Fans would like to see Sigyn make an appearance, not only in the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe), but also the Marvel Comics once again. They would like to see Loki & Sigyn’s characters done justice with proper writing, especially regarding their relationship with each other.

This is why there is plenty of fans out there writing Fanfiction, making Fanart, Roleplaying and even Cosplaying them, giving their interpretation’s of what their relationship would be like. This is THE VERY REASON this blog and @sigynappreciation was created to help spread awareness and unite fans who feel the same way.

These characters are very near and dear to our hearts. Some of us even worship them in our religions. We would like to see their relationship grow and portrayed in a way that helps fill the pieces of the missing puzzle to how they came to be in Norse Mythology.

CONCLUSION:

Although their relationship in the comics usually leaves fans grimacing, at least we got to have it explored. Who knows if Marvel will ever touch anything with them ever again, but at least it’s brought together a small community that continues to go strong -- and honestly, that kind of unity is what Loki & Sigyn would want.

So imagine to your hearts content! Draw that fanart! Write those fanfictions! Dress up in that cosplay! Be those characters! But just remember, you have a family here to love and support you.

SOURCES:

Sigyn’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Sigyn_(Earth-616)

Loki’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Loki_Laufeyson_(Earth-616)

Sigyn on Marvel Universe: http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/sigynthor.htm

Logyn on the Shipping Wiki: https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Logyn

Loki & Sigyn’s relationship through Media: https://www.alehorn.com/blogs/blog/norse-mythology-loki-and-sigyn

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nikkoliferous · 4 years

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Phase One: Thor

Since I was looking up my past live-blog of the novel and realising how annoying and repetitive reading through it all is because of my having structured it as a bunch of reblogs, I’ve decided to organize it all into one long-ass post instead. In case anyone else wants to read it in the future. Or in case I decide to re-read it. Because I’m hilarious. 😅

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO

My Hilarious Yet Wrathful Overview Of Phase One: Thor, Redux

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If your son who’s to become king requires a babysitter to not screw it all up and also the idea of him being king is stressful enough to put you into a coma, maybe, uh… reconsider doing that? Just a thought.

But you see here why Odin was so deadset on Thor becoming king, despite him being ill-suited for the role. It’s not about what’s best for Asgard; it’s about personal legacy. Thor is Odin’s mini me, and Loki is very much not. There are places within the text where Odin laments Thor “lacking his father’s wisdom” (he’s definitely inherited your humility, though, Odin!), but he hopes for Thor to grow into a “wise king” like himself. Whereas he holds no such illusions (lol, pun) that Loki will ever take after him.

now with tag commentary! #this scene is in the script and both novelizations #(though in reading this novel seems to just be a more complete version of the junior novel? #idk i'm confused because they're supposedly written by different authors but so far the text is identical) #and it drives me insane each time i read it

“Haha, I’m a warmongering piece of shit, isn’t it funny?”

I know, I know. I try to cut Asgard some slack for being such a militaristic culture because social changes happen slowly and when you live for thousands of years per generation, it makes sense that your views on things like war would be regressive. The text says Odin has ruled Asgard for tens of thousands of years (so much for taking Loki’s “give or take 5,000 years” line literally; sure, the Odinsleep would have extended Odin’s lifespan, but by that much? Idk).

Still, fuck Odin. Especially since he’ll eventually try to shame Loki for doing the same thing he’s fucking boasting about here. And on a much smaller scale too.

…is it, though?

I actually think Loki’s relationship with being the centre of attention is really interesting in its complexity and we don’t discuss it enough. I’ve said this before, but he strikes me as the sort of person who craves attention but also wouldn’t really know what to do with it if he had it. He craves it as a result of neglect, because he’s never been shown recognition or validation. This is why he seems to revel in it in Stuttgart, even in (or maybe especially in?) his brainwashed state. But he also frequently comes across as pretty introverted and has horrible self-esteem, so I think on another level, sustained, genuine attention would make him feel kind of uncomfortable. Loki seems to believe that in order to be loved or respected, he has to literally be Thor, though. And Thor has always been the centre of attention, so for Loki, attention is synonymous with respect.

I find Loki’s relationship with wanting attention especially fascinating because I too both crave and fear it. As a borderline, I need it. When no one is paying attention to me, I lose my sense of identity. I feel as though I literally cease to exist. It’s excruciatingly painful. And yet, I have no authentic sense of self; I’m just a chameleon, and the closer people get to me, the more likely it is they’ll see behind my mask. They’ll realise it’s all a show and that I’m actually no one. And then they’ll leave. I can’t help wondering if that’s how Loki feels sometimes too.

Wait, what? You mean goat. His horns are shaped like a goat’s. This is a ram:

This is a goat:

This is Loki:

Do you see now? They’re like a goat. Not a ram. Not a cow. A GOAT.

This book was written before Ragnarok was a thing, so it may be unfair to connect the two, but it still seems worth noting that it was Thor who reduced Loki to being no more than a trickster to begin with. “You could be more,” my ass. Loki’s problem has never been that he was one-dimensional; it was always that the people in his life, including Thor, refused to see any other dimensions to him. Which makes those words particularly cruel—as if they aren’t cruel enough already, what with the physical torture and all.

Always happy to have cause to point out that

Loki was on Thor clean-up duty their whole lives; he certainly was not trying to kill Thor.

People like to point to Loki’s attempted genocide of the Jötnar and attempted(-ish? lol) conquest of Earth as proof that he’s some kind of violent maniac. But in a little place I like to call reality, Loki was historically far less aggressive and bloodthirsty than his peers.

Question: why is one conqueror evil and the other is righteously entitled to ruling over the Nine Realms?

Asgardian exceptionalism FTW

I can’t even begin to imagine what would lead you to expect such a thing, Odin. 😂

Uh, ‘cause it is?? And also their planet is MELTING without it??

This is all only within the first two chapters, btw. Lmao

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“Looking for answers,” my foot.

YOU WOULD THINK SO, WOULDN’T YOU??

#i mean unless you knew heimdall #he only commits treason on days that end in y

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What’d I say? Thor clean-up dutyyyyy

Just wanna remind everyone that this

is why he’s smiling during this scene

because it makes me laugh every time. 😂

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My heart breaks every time I remember that second excerpt because literally ALL OF IT happened to him when he survived falling through the wormhole. My poor boy. 😭

But also of note… Loki gets cold (and also does not like being cold). This interests me because 1) as many are aware, the prevalent headcanon that Loki has a low body temperature irritates me and 2) it possibly(?) lends weight to the theory that he may not be fully Jötun, whether by virtue of his birth or Odin’s spell.

Haha, look at this Feminist Icon™ trying to take credit for his female friend’s accomplishments! Truly inspiring.

#for some reason the ragnarok lovers have somehow decided that thor is both a feminist and lesbian icon #whatever that means 🤷‍♀️ #and i'm still trying very hard to figure out why #is it literally just because he *says* he respects women or whatever in that dumb rambly conversation with valkyrie?

Ooh… you were so close to getting the point, Volstagg. So close. Take your tongue off Odin’s boot for just a couple minutes longer.

Also, the author just forgot the name of the Casket. How did this book get published? 😂

JUST LOOKING FOR ANSWERS, HUH?

Because fuck Loki, amirite? He, uh… he’s a prince too, you know.

Also… Fandral, you dweeb 😂

…am I reading too much into this, or did Odin just literally forget that Loki exists?

On the other hand, the author also seemed to forget Loki existed for most of this chapter, so who knows. 🤷‍♀️

lmao @ Jane immediately trying to convince herself she’s too rational to be attracted to a stranger

Honestly, though, big mood.

Just your periodic reminder that Thor’s sycophantic friends KNEW Loki was right and decided to throw him under the bus anyway.

Just as I’ve always said: That was it. That was their ENTIRE rationale. That Loki *could* have done it, therefore he must have. Please tell me these people have nothing to do with Asgard’s justice system.

…lol, jk, Asgard has no justice system.

Ok, first of all, no.

Second: thank you, Fandral. You’re a self-absorbed cad, but also evidently Thor’s least stupid friend.

Thirdly, how…? First, it was, “Loki arranged all this because he’s jealous of Thor.” Now they’ve suddenly jumped all the way to, “All of Asgard is in danger.” What exactly does Sif think Loki is planning? He’s gonna, what… assassinate Odin and then sell Asgard to the Jötnar?

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Please stop hurting me.

Just so there’s no confusion: this one sentence explains everything Loki did for the rest of the movie. It explains how a person who has been historically non-aggressive suddenly transforms into a warmonger. To prove himself a real Asgardian, like his brother and father and grandfather.

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…why did Odin fall into the Odinsleep in two completely different scenes in this book? I’m super confused.

Also, we really need to talk about how cruel it is of Marvel to keep forcing Loki to prove his loyalty again and again and again when he’s been doing so almost literally since we met him. And by “we need to talk about it”, I mean I need to tie Kevin Feige and co. to a chair and spend a minimum of five hours lecturing them on how poorly they understand their own fucking character.

Let’s just be clear here: they’re talking about Loki. They’re saying Loki, their LEGITIMATE king, is an enemy of Asgard, based on evidence so paper-thin it’s practically invisible. Just… please, let that sink in. Take a moment to appreciate how utterly fucked up that is.

I’m sorry (not really), but Thor was so much funnier before Ragnarok.

This scene has always kind of bugged me. If Odin removed Thor’s powers, how come he can still control the weather? Confusing.

So what exactly was Thor’s plan anyway, before he realised he couldn’t lift Mjölnir? He was just gonna call on Heimdall to help him commit treason AGAIN, show up on Asgard against the expressed command of his king, and… Odin would just shrug and be like, “You got me, son! I guess I can’t keep you down. Welcome home!”?

…I mean, I guess that more or less is what happened in the end, but it’s hard to imagine it would have still gone down that way without all the stuff that happened with Loki. Idk.

#look what i'm saying is... thor is not exactly a thinking person #no one on asgard is a thinking person #except loki but he's crazy now so he's also thinking somewhat poorly lol

Cool, Thor. Now imagine feeling that way for ONE THOUSAND YEARS and develop a little fucking empathy for your brother.

But you won’t.

You’ll brush off his feelings of worthlessness as “imagined slights”. 😒

Nice that somebody knows how the royal line of succession works, I guess…

That sound you hear? Yeah, that’s just my heart breaking. NBD.

First, they mislabelled it the Casket of Eternal Winters. Now it’s the Cask of Ancient Winters. Author must have been thirsty when they wrote this. Lol

Look, not to nitpick, but this is not the recommended procedure when you see a storm that you don’t believe is of supernatural origin coming. I’m just saying. Lol

Uh… ‘cause he is?? And your pals are committing treason AGAIN, Thor, so it technically is responding to a threat to Asgard. Just FYI.

Anyways, this is an important point that doesn’t get made often enough. People want to act like Loki illegally usurped the throne somehow, but even without the deleted scene that explicitly shows Frigga passing rulership to him (a scene which is, for some reason, entirely skipped over in this book, but whatever), understand this: Loki could not have controlled the Destroyer unless he was legitimately King of Asgard. The fact that he’s able to do so is irrefutable proof that his rulership is valid.

lmao you little shit

So… here’s my issue with this scene (and with Thor as a character): He always assumes that Loki’s acting out specifically to hurt him. That Loki’s entire life and thought process revolves around Thor. He does it in this scene, he does it in The Avengers… it’s just a chronic thing with Thor. Everything is viewed through the lens of Loki inexplicably hating him.

But that’s… just not accurate. Yes, Loki harbours a lot of jealousy towards Thor. But that’s not what’s happening in this scene. Loki is not trying to kill Thor here because he wants him dead; he’s doing it because Thor (and his friends) are getting in the way of Loki completing his ultimate goal. Loki tried to solve this problem non-violently, by lying about Odin being dead. It’s Thor’s friends who all but forced his hand by going behind his back and trying to bring Thor back to Asgard against Loki’s (and Odin’s!) direct orders.

For all the humility he’s learned in the past few days, this entire speech is still really all about Thor. About assuming that Loki’s doing this for personal reasons, because he holds a grudge against Thor for some unknown reason. This is implicit in his request to “take [my life] and end this.” It never even occurs to him that his friends are traitors to the Crown and Loki, as King of Asgard, is perhaps justified in pursuing them.

It also needs to be acknowledged that Thor’s apology here is hollow, even if it’s ultimately coming from his heart, because he has no idea what he’s apologising for. “Whatever I have done to wrong you” is not an apology. An apology addresses specific hurtful actions taken and commits to not repeating those mistakes in the future. Thor cannot commit to not repeating the hurtful things he’s done, because he doesn’t know what he’s done. Despite his best intentions, what Thor is doing here is actually kind of manipulative. He’s not addressing any substantive issue between the two of them; he’s just trying to talk Loki down. And it ultimately fails not because Loki doesn’t care or because he wants Thor dead, but because it doesn’t actually change anything.

Finally and only semi-relatedly, we should maybe at some point talk about the fact that Loki, who is stated to be a master tactician, has displayed a weird pattern of hardly ever being as lethal as he could be. He freezes Heimdall in place instead of killing him outright; he backhands Thor with the Destroyer instead of incinerating him; he, well… *gestures vaguely at almost the entirety of the first Avengers movie* Anytime the violence is even a little bit personal, he seems to hedge. Odd behaviour for somebody who’s supposedly super evil.

I’m sorry, I know I’ve pointed it out at least a hundred times before, but I just can’t encounter this scene in any form without taking a moment to appreciate how underrated and hilarious it is.

I also genuinely wonder how many Ragnarok stans who have accused me of having no sense of humour, have failed to laugh at moments like this one. Kinda feel like if you need to have the comedy spoonfed to you in the form of ass jokes, maybe you’re the one whose sense of humour is lacking. 🤷‍♀️

Let’s be super clear: this is not what happened. Loki did not betray Odin; he was betrayed by Odin. He did not open Asgard to its enemies; he attempted, misguidedly, to destroy Asgard’s enemies. And he most certainly did not commit suicide out of a sense of guilt.

I’m not saying Loki did nothing wrong, nor am I saying he feels no regret for the lives he has taken. What I’m saying is there’s no indication that he believes he betrayed Odin or Asgard in the process. Which makes perfect sense, because he didn’t. Everything he tried to do was for Odin and Asgard. It was misguided and horrible, yes, but it can hardly be classified as a betrayal.

The insurmountable burden on Loki is not that he did terrible things, but that no matter what he does or how hard he tries, Odin will never look at him with anything but contempt. Consider once more these passages from the very beginning of the book, at Thor’s coronation:

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Consider that this book goes to great pains to point out that Odin favours Thor because Thor is a warrior like him. And yet even when Loki embraces that, even when he acts more war-like than ever before, Odin rejects him— just as he always has.

There is a reason why this moment is the last time Loki will ever call Odin his father. Because he realises once and for all that, no, nothing he tries will ever be good enough; no, Odin won’t ever look at him with pride. That is Loki’s burden. That is why he lets go.

The epilogue is really just two pages of making me want to vomit.

There’s your party where Thor and a certain subset of the fandom insist that Loki was mourned. There’s barely an indication here that anyone even perceives his demise as a negative thing.

“[Sif] could see Frigga thought [Loki was dead] as well” also contradicts the tie-in comic for TDW, so I don’t know what the author is on about there. Unlike the majority of Marvel comics, the tie-in comics are canon to the MCU, so it’s a bizarre statement to make.

COULD YOU SMEAR THE DEAD* ABUSE VICTIM A LITTLE HARDER, PLEASE? Fucking hell.

No matter how many times I encounter this scene, in whatever format, I still fail to become desensitized to how disgusting it is. I realise there’s a good chance that whatever version of events Thor has been told was twisted at best; but how you can look at a man whose son has just committed suicide under any circumstances and say there will never be a better father than that guy, is utterly beyond my capacity to understand.

And Odin’s “you’ve already made me proud” line just feels like extra salt in the wound because, again, Loki let go because he realized Odin would never say those words to him. And yet they come so damn easily when it’s Thor.

Fuck this entire family so much. I think I hate them more than Loki does. Sometimes I wonder what he would think about that. How he would react to knowing that not only is he actually loved, but that he’s so loved that people are genuinely furious at the way he’s been mistreated. That there are people who regularly devolve into full-on rants because they just can’t contain how much anger they have towards the people who hurt him. I think he’d have a hard time wrapping his head around that concept, tbh.

Anyways, to end on a not-completely-depressing note, I’m still waiting for someone at Marvel to explain how Loki knew what Thor said in this scene after plummeting into a wormhole. ‘Cause he references this conversation as Fauxdin at the end of TDW. So like… ?? Did he steal Odin’s memories before he erased them? Because that would be… kind of neat, actually. And very clever. Not entirely ethical, of course, but it’s Odin, so fuck ethics.

WELP, THAT’S IT. Thanks for following along with my dumbassery, hope you enjoyed yourselves. Lol

#phase one: thor #loki meta #thor meta #odin's a+ parenting #frigga's b+ parenting #topic: thor and loki's broken relationship #loki #thor #heimdall #lady sif #the warriors 3 #jane foster #ragnarok cinematic universe #mcu #topic: asgardian hypocrisy #topic: asgardian militarism #topic: odin's family dynamic

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 3 years

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(MCU) Loki Laufeyson/Odinson Character History and Analysis

(WARNING: Contains spoilers from Thor, The Avengers, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok, and The Avengers: Infinity War. Additionally, this is SUPER LONG.

Word Count: 3,795

Some people may view Loki as simply a black and white character in terms of morality. Some may say he's "selfish" or "power hungry" or "evil" or even "uncaring". Some directors may even falsely attribute ideas of being "a spoiled rich kid" or "over dramatic" or having been "trying to kill his brother his whole life" to Loki. But these couldn't be further from the truth. Throughout the Thor franchise (much more diluted in the 3rd Thor thanks to the bias and lack of care or sensitivity from one particular director) and within his appearances in the Avengers films, we see Loki display a wide range of emotion and multi-layered complexity. He struggles with depression, PTSD, extreme fear of failure, being an outcast, and utter brokenness of one's self. Loki is a multifaceted character who has had an immense growth over his years on the screen and allusions to experiences in the past. Loki is not just an "evil", "two-dimensional", "boring", "selfish", "Draco Malfoy-esque" (no offense Draco, I love you too, but this ain't about you), character. He is so much more.

He’s a broken and desperate man who only wanted recognition from his father. This drove him to sabotaging Thor’s coronation to give him more time to prove himself. But when he found out his true parentage, he was broken. Suddenly, in his mind, everything made sense as to why Odin favored Thor over him; not only was he not truly the son of Odin, but he was a “monster”.

Suddenly, the stakes are raised as he feels like he know has to try even harder than before. He goes from making calm and calculated decisions to some desperate and reckless decisions. Thor is out of the way, so he believes he already has a slight advantage. Unfortunately, Thor starts to cause a ruckus on earth. Loki is panicking. He sends the destroyer after him, to destroy him; something he has never done before. He has never gone this far before. He’s not himself anymore; the cumulation of years and years of being in his shadow, untrusted, not knowing why he can’t be equal with his brother (why caused him to do pranks and other mischievous things as, in his eyes, negative attention was better than no attention), all of this building up until it finally overflowed with the events of the first Thor movie finally putting him over the edge. And even then, when Thor is right there to quickly kill with a beam from the destroyer, Loki goes for the backhand. It could still kill him, yes, but emphasis on ‘could’. He is still angry and wanting Thor out of his way, but he can’t bring himself to just so easily get rid of him. Especially not after Thor’s speech to him.

When Thor manages to defeat the destroyer, Loki is thrust into his plan even quicker than before. Trick the frost giants, the Jötunns, the biggest enemy of Asgard at the time, into coming into the palace under the guise of being led to kill Odin. Of course it was never Loki’s intention to have them kill Odin. Even when Odin’s death could solidify his position on the throne; it Odin was killed, no one would be in Loki’s way to claim the throne forever, but the truth is, he didn’t want the throne. He only wanted to be Thor’s equal. So, within the presence of the All-Father in his All-Sleep, Loki killed Laufey. This not only proves that Loki could do what Thor could not, but it also is Loki’s way of showing Odin that he is nothing like the other Jötunns. Unfortunately for Loki’s plan, Thor manages to arrive just in time. Loki’s life is constantly breaking before him; now in front of his own mother, Frigga, the only one who Loki felt truly loved him and held him in the same standing as Thor, saw his plan fall apart.

Loki’s suddenly finding himself desperately fighting with Thor. Something not too new to him, he’s fought him and fought alongside him throughout their childhood and time growing up, but it’s never been like this. Loki needs to prove himself. He can’t let anything stop him no matter what. If he destroys Jötunnheim, Odin will finally accept him, right? But Thor is refusing to truly fight Loki. He doesn’t want to fight his brother. He wants things to go back to normal aside from Thor’s newfound perspective on life. Loki knows this about Thor and know that the only way to bring back the reckless Thor from before is to bring up the woman whom he sees as responsible for his brother going soft. Getting under Thor’s skin, their fight ensues. In the end, Loki gets pinned down by Mjølnir but sees he’s plan to destroy Jötunnheim unfolding. There’s nothing that can stop it.

But then... Thor does the unthinkable. He starts destroying the bifrost. Loki is shocked and immensely confused. Why would his brother be doing this? Why is he trying so hard to stop him and save Jötunnheim, even at the expense of never seeing Jane Foster again? Thor manages to succeed in destroying the bifrost, saving Jötunnheim from destruction. The brothers find themselves in a precarious situation as Loki is clinging onto All-Father’s spear, held by Thor, trying desperately not to fall into the collapsing bifrost. When it seems all is lost, none other than Odin shows up to save them. In a final, desperate act to prove himself to Odin, he proclaims “I could have done it, Father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!” But what response does he get from Odin? Simply “No, Loki.” Suddenly, Loki feels empty. Defeated. Pointless. He lets go. He falls into the collapsing bifrost expecting and accepting his certain fate of demise. But that wasn’t the last he’s heard of.

To Loki’s unfortunate luck, he falls into the grasp of the Mad Titan, Thanos. Promised power and a planet to rule, Loki is equipped with the scepter containing the mind stone. Not much is known about what exactly occurs during Loki’s time with Thanos, but needless to say, it leaves him gaunt, weakened, exhausted, and appearing to have been burned. Loki is instructed to locate and obtain the Tesseract on earth and return it to Thanos. The Other reminds Loki of the consequences should he fail, “If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he can not find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain.” Loki arrives on earth. More desperate than he’s ever been in his entire life. Furthermore, warped and twisted in the head. This scepter grants him dominion over the minds of others, just through slight contact on the chest.

Unbeknownst to Loki, the effects of the scepter are not limited to touch. It’s affecting him too. Amplifying Loki’s own desires to rise up and prove himself capable of ruling, capable of what his brother is supposed to be entrusted to do. This, combined with the threats and looming consequences that weigh on his mind drive him beyond himself. He’s no longer Loki Odinson. He’s Loki, and he his burdened with glorious purpose.

As the events of The Avengers (2012) unfold, we see glimpses into Loki’s mindset. We see him determined and twist looking. He’s enjoying it. He’s enjoying the attention and the recognition. He is feared. He is a force to be reckoned with. Everything is going to plan. There’s a group trying to come after him? Well that’s no biggie, he knows of the beast inside of Bruce banner. He’s confident he can take them down. Captured in Stuttgart, everything seems to be fixed in the eyes of the Avengers, but Loki knows otherwise. Of course his brother Thor has to pop by and pull him from the situation. We see Thor desperately pleading with Loki to come back home. But Asgard isn’t Loki’s home; not anymore. Thor manages to get under Loki’s skin a bit when he mentions that someone else must be controlling him. “Who showed you this power? Who controls the would-be-king?” Even Thor knows that this is beyond his brother, beyond what he would ever do in a normal headspace. What Thor saw of Loki in the first Thor shocked him as well. This is not the Loki he knows. When things seem to be escalating and Thor appears to be ready to start a lecture, Thor is sent flying form a tackle from Iron Man. Iron Man, Thor, and Captain America have a brief fight in the woods below Loki, all the while Loki waits. He waits; he doesn’t try to run, he’s waiting because he needs to follow through with his plan.

When the three avengers stop their fighting and come to a resolve, Loki finds himself being brought on board a massive helicarrier and locked into a secure cell. All according to plan. What he’s not aware of is the scepter having effects on the avengers while their conversation devolves into arguing; they too are affected by the scepter’s proximity based effects. Soon enough, he is visited by one Natasha Romanoff, surprisingly to him as she manages to approach without his knowing. But he knows all about her thanks to Clint Barton. He knows how to attack her weak points, he knows her past and her dark secrets. He’s reveling in the power he feels even within a cell. But when he thinks he’s fully gotten to her, she pauses. She knows his plan to use the Hulk... but how? Now he’s confused but also intrigued. He’s not too worried though as things are still going to plan. The Hulk is unleashed and Hawkeye follows through with the plan. Loki is able to send his brother Thor down from the sky after tricking him into the cell. This Loki does so without hesitation; he laughs at the prospect of his brother’s potential demise. This is not the Loki we knew. Loki makes his escape, losing Hawkeye in the process, and gets to Stark Tower to initiate the final phase of his plan.

Fast forward and the portal is opening. Of course, Thor stops by and crashes his moment. But not the way you might expect. Despite what Loki has done, Thor still approaches him with compassion and love and the desire for him to return home with him. He wants Loki to see what he’s done, he still has hope that this isn’t truly Loki or his desires.

Thor angrily chastises Loki, “Look at this! Look around you! You think this madness will end with your rule?”

Loki looks around, fear and shock within his eyes as if he can’t believe what he’s doing. He simply responds, “It’s too late. It’s too late to stop it.”

Thor hopes this is his chance to bring Loki back. “No. We can, together.”

For a moment, it seems like Loki might come back, but he doesn’t. Any hope for himself he has in his eyes is squandered. He really believes he’s “come to far for anything else.” He’s still twisted from the scepter. His thoughts are only of his twisted desire for power and the overwhelming, looming threats of what would come if he fails. He stabs Thor, but not anywhere that could be fatal. He states one thing with an uncertain and wicked smile “sentiment.” He doesn’t stick around to try and kill him either. When Thor gets back up and tries to fight, Loki simply rolls off the edge of Stark tower to be caught by one of the Chituari vehicles. He’s got his eyes elsewhere, he’s not going to waste his time on Thor. He can’t risk the chance of Thor snapping him out of his plans.

Fast forward more, and he is eventually defeated. The raw, physical might of the Hulk is too much even for him. He’s failed. He’s been defeated. He could not deliver on his order from Thanos. Chained and muted by a muffle, Loki follows Thor to be brought back to Asgard for judgement. Something he can only assume to be his death.

Arriving in Asgard, Loki is marched to the All-Father’s throne. His mother Frigga watches from the side. Loki, pretty much numb at this point takes things less than seriously. He is lacking some sanity from before but not so much where he can’t comprehend what’s happening. Just so much to the point that he doesn’t care what happens, or so he thinks. Frigga begs Loki to not make things worse to which Loki retorts “Define worse.” Loki feels like he doesn’t really care since he expects death. He even asks Odin if that is what he will be sentenced to; Loki does so without seeming scared or sad but rather uncaring at his fate.

Odin states, “All this because Loki desires a throne.”

Loki defends himself, calling back to what Odin told him and Thor back when they were children. “It is my birthright!”

And Odin, showing his true colors and a fit of rage responds, “Your birthright was to die as a child! Cast out on a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, you would not be here now to hate me.”

Loki is understandably taken aback by this. “If I am for the axe, then, for mercy's sake, just... swing it!”

But when Odin replies with what Loki truly will be sentenced to, Loki’s face changes. Not death, but eternal imprisonment. Eternal imprisonment away from everyone and Loki’s mother who he loves, Frigga. Loki is taken aback. He was content with dying. If he was dead, he would neither have to fear Thanos hunting him down nor feeling of emptiness and worthlessness. But instead of that sweet release, he is sentenced to living out the rest of his life, secluded from his mother but isolated with his own thoughts. This is a fate worse than death in his eyes, especially when you consider how long Asgardians live.

Over a year passes with Loki still in prison. A prison break occurs around him which piques his interest and mischievous nature. He clings to any idea that could provide him with a feeling of life outside of books. Seeing the apparent leader of the group, Loki informs him of the path to take that would lead him to Asgard’s shield generator. It’s uncertain what exactly Loki’s motives are for doing this, but it can be assumed it’s because of his desire to have any impact, to do something that will have an effect, to rile things up. He doesn’t know how truly dangerous these people are. He could easily think that they would be no match for the Asgardians and that he is simply causing a little trouble. Unbeknownst to Loki, these are powerful and dangerous Dark Elves... and his dear mother Frigga was in the path of the Kursed. Frigga dies protecting the location of Jane Foster.

After the matter, after the dark elves had been expelled, Loki, still in his cell, is approached by a guard. A guard; that’s who tells Loki of his mother’s death. No visit from Thor or Odin or even Sif and/or the Warriors Three... While Thor and Odin and the rest of Asgard gets to attend Frigga’s funeral and mourn her, Loki is left all alone in his cell to mourn alone. Distraught, broken again, angry at the Kursed and the Dark Elves, but especially angry with himself. Undoubtedly he feels guilt having been the one to, unintentionally, lead the Kursed directly to Frigga. Loki destroys his cell. He is shattered. The one person he felt true love from. Loki is utterly empty. The last thing he had left is gone, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye. Overwhelmed, he uses his magic to lash out, destroying the entire room. In an absolute rage, he rampaged throughout his little cell, not caring much in the process, even stepping on broken glass and cutting himself. Eventually, he collapsed onto the floor, exhausted, disheveled, and utterly broken.

When Thor comes for Loki’s aide, he finds Loki looking his usual self. Loki inquires if Thor is there to gloat, to which Thor, knowing his brother, tells Loki “no more illusions.” Loki drops the illusion, revealing the trashed state of his cell and himself. “Now you see me brother.” Loki asks if Frigga suffered, but Thor isn’t there to comfort Loki or share their grief. He instead implores Loki to assist him in going against Odin’s wishes to go to the dark world and stop Malekith. Of course this prompts Loki to ask Thor what makes him think he can trust him, to which Thor replies, “I don't. Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me, and I will kill you.” Thor is desperate. He’s angry. He’s scared. He’s lost his mom, Jane is in danger, and as far as he’s aware or concerned, he’s lost Loki to the darkness. But he can’t let that stop him now. He needs Loki. He needs someone who has tricks and knowledge of Asgard to help him escape.

Loki ventures with Thor to the dark world, showing him the way (with brotherly banter in between). Loki muses Thors attachment to Jane, a mere mortal. Loki can’t understand why a powerful godlike being such as Thor could grow enamored with someone who will die long before he will. “This day, the next, a hundred years, it's nothing! It's a heartbeat. You'll never be ready. The only woman whose love you prized will be snatched from you.”

Thor is of course angry with this response as (at least at the time... thanks Taika...) he loves Jane, “And will that satisfy you?”

Loki only has to say, “Satisfaction's not in my nature!” This line alone gives us so much insight to Loki, much more than it may seem from surface value. Loki isn’t doing this for self satisfaction. He’s never satisfied, because he’s never been allowed to be. Until he can be equal with Thor, he doesn’t care. Loki appears selfish here, he embodies a persona of self confidence and defiance; as someone who only cares for himself. But this is far from the truth.

We see Loki appear to betray Thor as he cuts off his hand and stabs him before kicking him and sending him down a hill. He then roughly grabs Jane and throws her to the ground in front of Malekith. To the surprise of the audience and Jane, this was all part of Loki and Thor’s plan. Having Malekith off guard, Loki allows Thor to attack. Loki, against what appeared to be his nature a bit ago based on what he said, he immediately rushes to Jane to protect her. Twice. Once to cover her, the second to push her out of the way of one of the Kursed’s attacks that would have killed him if Thor hadn’t managed to get him out of the way last minute. The fight continues and Thor is beaten down and about to be finished off before Loki jumps to his rescue, stabbing the attacking Kursed. Unfortunately for Loki, he was too confident in this attack and the Kursed had enough energy left in him to impale him onto the other end of the blade Loki used to stab him. Loki appears to be dying. He fully expected to. Loki genuinely apologizes to Thor for what he’s done, calling himself a fool.Thor mourns and cries out, promising Loki “I'll tell Father what you did here today.” Loki’s apparent final words are “I didn’t do it for him.” This could be interpreted as Loki doing it for Frigga, Thor, or even himself. This time, Loki didn’t do it for Odin’s approval or recognition. He’s fine dying here. He’s done his part. I personally believe he did it for a mixture of all three of them.

Thor believes Loki to be dead and leaves, heartbroken and mournful, losing his mom and then his brother. Loki, however, did not die. His wound, will appearing to be fatal, did not kill him. It was not enough for a being such as him. He recovers in time and makes his way back to Asgard. Having survived, he has a newfound resolve. He’s done doing things for Odin. He’s going to do something for himself. To prove to himself and the others. Using powerful magic, Loki banishes Odin, the All-Father, guardian of the nine realms, to earth. He clouds Odins memories and leaves him (either in a care home or as a homeless man depending on which you accept as canon in Ragnarök). Loki assumes Odin’s identity as king of Asgard, the All-Father. Eventually, Thor comes to him, believing him to be Odin. He hears Thor honor Loki, giving Loki the praise he always wanted to hear. Loki, as Odin, encourages Thor to keep mjølnir as it belongs to him, and to go on as he wishes as Thor does not desire the throne. Thor thanks Odin and leaves. Loki, returning to his true form, thanks the absent Thor.

Loki rules over Asgard for four years. He avoids any issues, no conflict with other realms, no damage or anything. He enjoys his time in the light, even if others believe him to be Odin.

Then one day, Thor returns. Ragnarok unfolds. Loki finds himself torn between helping Thor or not and keeping himself safe, but ultimately decides to join Thor and fighting to protect the people of Asgard, risking his own life in the process, nabbing the tesseract on his way (c’mon... what’d you expect?). Loki seems content with himself and Thor as king of Asgard. Loki no longer worries about meeting Odin’s expectations, he just needs to meet his own.

Unfortunately, good things don’t last forever. Thanos has finally found Loki. Loki can decide to join Thanos, granting him safety, or to stand by Thor and his people. He chooses the latter. He stands up for Thor. He accepts himself as a Jötunn, but also as an Odinson. He promises Thor, “I assure you, brother, the sun will shine on us again.” He makes a desperate attempt at Thanos, one that fails. Loki dies, choked out by Thanos. His final words, an insult to Thanos but also a self aware reflection for Loki himself, “You will never be a god.” Loki saves Thor’s life by giving his own. Loki died a hero.

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enchantedlokii · 3 years

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Mistakes I’ve Made

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of slavery

Characters: Brunnhilde, Bruce Banner, Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, Heimdall, Korg, Miek, Grandmaster, Topaz

Relationships: Brunnhilde & Bruce, Brunnhilde & Loki, Brunnhilde & Thor, Brunnhilde & Grandmaster, Brunnhilde & Topaz, Loki & Thor, Brunnhilde & Bruce & Loki & Thor

Brunnhilde would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised that the guilt of her secret had been growing ever since she first saw a graying man trailing behind Thor during the riots. She had never felt guilty about any of the slaves that she had captured for the Grandmaster before. She realized now that must have been because she was constantly drowning the guilt of failing Asgard and had eventually grown numb to the familiar feeling. At one point, she would have been terribly angry learning about a planet that still held slaves, even outside the Nine Realms. After centuries of drinking, she had found that she no longer cared. That’s why the twisting feeling in her gut took her by surprise.

The Valkyrie had managed to hide her newfound emotion in the moment, pretending like she didn’t recognize Bruce and had never known him as anyone other than his alter ego. He had bought it, and so had Thor. She had acted surprised on the Bifrost bridge when he attacked Fenris, and the topic hadn’t come up again until weeks later when Brunnhilde found herself being approached by Loki.

“So, when are you going to tell Banner the truth?” He had asked casually, appearing out of nowhere as he leaned against the wall of the shared quarters. Bruce had only just left the room, and she was under the impression that she was now alone in the room. Apparently Loki had been there the whole time, hidden by one of his many illusions.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied easily. There was no way that Loki knew the truth. Even as close as he had been to the Grandmaster, she knew that the man would never release the secret to anyone. As far as she knew, not even Topaz knew the truth. The leader had ensured that their meetings were held in private, never letting anyone eavesdrop on their conversations that he shielded with his seidr. Seidr that only a few Sakaarans knew he possessed.

“You do realize that I am the God of Lies, Valkyrie,” Loki shot back, his green eyes locking on hers. “You can not deceive me as easily as you can my brother. I may not know the truth of the situation, but I know that you knew who he was before you brought him to your apartment. You knew the whole time that he was the man behind the monster, yet you continue to let him believe you were clueless.”

“Why do you even care?” Brunnhilde finally snapped, moving forward in an attempt to pin him to the wall. Loki simply phased to the other side of the room, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You two don’t even like each other.”

“I don’t dislike him,” Loki retorted. “Our history is not the best, but I have revealed truths to him that have helped the situation. I would not call us friends, but we are not enemies. Not anymore. He is a very understanding character. Not bad for a Midgardian, truthfully.”

“I assure you, the truths I am withholding from him will do nothing to ‘help,’” she huffed, turning towards the door. “Though I suppose you know very little about friendship.”

Brunnhilde had left with that, but Loki’s words burned in her mind for days following the conversation. To his credit, the prince didn’t treat her any differently after the confrontation. He did, however, give her a sharp look any time he caught her talking to Bruce. He seemed insistent on her coming clean, but she had yet to determine whether his intentions were positive or negative. It was hard to tell with Loki, she had learned.

“You good, Val?” Brunnhilde blinked at the sound of her name, glancing around at the others. She was at one of the many council meetings that Thor held on the Statesman. The aforementioned king was sitting to her left and Bruce was at her right; he was the one who had spoken. Loki was sat across from his brother, Heimdall was in front of her, and there were a few other Asgardians that Brunnhilde still didn’t know all that well sitting at the table as well. Korg stood at the door with Miek by his side, taking on watch duty because of the lack of Einherjars who survived Hela’s massacre.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she muttered, rubbing her face. “Sorry. What was it?”

“I had just asked if you would care to lead the patrol on the upcoming outpost,” Thor told her. His voice remained as casual as always, but she could see the twinkle of concern in his eye. “Though, someone else can take it if you are feeling unwell.”

“No, no, I can lead it,” she told him. They would be at the outpost in three days or so, Heimdall had told them. She could get herself under control by then. She just needed to clear her head. That was all. But. . .

Val found herself glancing over at Bruce as he turned back to Heimdall, who had begun to speak. She knew she should be paying attention, but they were already far past that point. Looking at her friend, she felt another stab of guilt. He had started to become much more relaxed as time passed, easily falling into line and interacting with the Asgardians as if he were one of them. He was most comfortable with Thor, which made sense considering they had known each other for years, but he was comfortable with her as well, and was getting there with Heimdall and Loki and the rest of the council. On Sakaar he had seemed far too stressed, constantly on edge. And it’s all my fault.

Brunnhilde pushed away the thought, managing to finish the meeting before leaving the room and trying to get as far away from the others as she could. Eventually, she found herself in a storage room, sitting on a crate and just trying to clear her head. She stared at one of the bottles of mead that was pushed to the back, debating on breaking down and getting a drink, but her thought was broken when she heard a creak, the door pushing open. “Val?”

Brunnhilde forced a smile as Bruce stepped in, glancing around the room with a confused expression. “Hey, Big Guy,” she said lightly, leaning back in an effort to seem “chill.” She realized she was doing a poor job when Bruce turned to her, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up?” He asked. “You’ve been acting. . . I don’t know, off, lately. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, Bruce,” she assured him. “No need to worry about me.”

“That’s the thing. I do worry.” Bruce came over, pulling a crate in front of her and sitting on top of it. The position looked much more uncomfortable for him, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I worry about my friends. Just ask Thor.”

Brunnhilde hummed noncommittedly in response, her eyes trailing to the bottle of mead again. She could easily play this off as withdrawal, but she was aware that her friend was some sort of healer based on his title and would likely know that she was way past that phase now.

“Brunnhilde.” That got her attention. She had never heard Bruce use her real name, with the exception of the first time she had brought it up and he had repeated it, seeming to test it. He had still continued to just call her Val or Angry Girl most of the time.

“Okay, okay,” she sighed. “I. . . I think that there’s something you need to know, and you’re probably going to hate me for it.”

“I doubt I would hate you,” he assured her, giving her a small smile as he reached forward to put a hand on her knee. The first time he had done this, Brunnhilde had pulled away, spitting with offense until Bruce explained that it was often used as a platonic gesture on Midgard and he hadn’t meant any harm. She had been a bit embarrassed after the fact for assuming that he would even want to be anything other than her friend, but he had brushed it off easily.

“You don’t remember landing on Sakaar, do you?” Brunnhilde started, still a bit hesitant. She could see the blink of confusion that Bruce gave her before he shook his head.

“No. I remember leaving Earth, but nothing after that until I followed Thor to the Quinjet,” Bruce told her. “I assume that I was just the Other Guy the whole time.”

“You weren’t,” the Valkyrie murmured, not missing the look of surprise he gave her in response. “When you landed, you were you. And I think I owe you an explanation.”

Scrapper 142 smirked at the site of the aircraft she found among the rummage of Sakaar. As she got closer, she noticed a man who appeared to be from Midgard slipping from the shadows. He had some sort of shall covering most of his body, his hair messy and his frame tense. He didn’t even notice her until she dropped a net on top of him and landed nearby.

As she stepped out, Scrapper noticed the man looking at her. “Um, hello,” he started, seemingly a bit nervous. “I’m sorry, am I trespassing? I’m— I’m not from here.”

Brunnhilde ignored his question. “What’s a Midgardian doing way out here?” She asked, moving closer. She had an obedience disk in her hand, planning to place it on his neck before taking him to the Grandmaster. So far, he didn’t seem like a threat, but she knew that it was better safe than sorry. “You’re a long way from home.”

The man’s eyes widened a bit. “Midgard. . . You’re an Asgardian? Is this. . .” He glanced around. “This isn’t what I expected Asgard to look like.”

The Scrapper stopped, a bit surprised. Not many Midgardians knew about the Nine Realms. Odin preferred to keep it that way, knowing that humans were weak and that they were safer being on the outside of the squabbles between realms. “How do you know about Asgard?”

The man looked back to her. “I’m friends with Thor,” he said simply.

Brunnhilde just blinked. “I have absolutely no idea who you are talking about,” she said with a small snort, moving forward and attaching the disk. The man jerked away, but she grabbed his wrist and forced it on. She notice his eyes flash green as he looked at her before he seemed to steel himself. “I am not an Asgardian. Not for countless centuries. I do not know Thor and they do not know me.”

“Where am I?” The man asked then, seeming to read between the lines. His eyes had faded to the more natural-looking brown now, but he gripped the net, trying to work his way out of it. “What did you just put on me?”

Scrapper grinned and held up the remote. “An obedience disk. Either you come with me, or I use this to electrocute you and drag you to the Grandmaster myself. Your choice.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the man grunted, his eyes meeting hers. “You don’t want to make me angry.”

“Is that a challenge?” Brunnhilde raised the device again, not missing the flash of fear in the Midgardian’s eyes as she pressed the button and a shock ran through his body. She expected him to faint immediately, but instead the man bent over, gripping the dirt. She took a step back as she watched the veins of his neck starting to turn green. He seemed to fight if for a moment before he grew, turning into a figure that was the size of a Kronian, maybe even larger. The creature put a hand over the obedience disk and jerked it off, crushing it easily before turning on Brunnhilde, anger shining in his green eyes.

The creature grinned, balling his fists at the sight of her. “Hulk smash!”

Brunnhilde ran towards her ship, grabbing her weapons and activating them quickly, aiming and shooting at this “Hulk.” She felt fear slice through her as the blasts failed to do anything but make him angrier. She hurriedly went to her radio and tuned into the Scrapper Channel that would connect her to the Grandmaster. “Code 103!”

It didn’t take long for more Scrappers to appear, blasting at the Hulk as he roared back. Every now and then he would shout something at them, but he couldn’t do much as they hovered over the rubble that they were used to patrolling. Nothing they did seemed to effect the monster, not until the Grandmaster appeared and raised a hand, using his seidr to calm the beast. The Hulk slowly turned back to the Midgardian that Brunnhilde had found, except he was not passed out on the ground, naked.

Grandmaster turned to Brunnhilde then. “Meet me in my chambers.”

Brunnhilde could feel her heart pounding as she made her way to the Grandmaster’s chambers later that evening. She was being led by Topaz, of course. She wasn’t sure where they had taken the Midgardian, but she assumed that it was one of the prisoner chambers that she had been to often, dropping off slaves. “Good luck, Scrapper,” Topaz muttered before opening the door and allowing her to make her way inside.

Brunnhilde stepped through the door, flinching as it was shut behind her. She looked up and saw that the Grandmaster was looking out the window. “Scrapper 142,” he started, not turning to look at her.

“Grandmaster.”

The man turned to her now. “This is a strange creature that you have found,” he started, giving her a dangerous look. “One that I have never known to exist in the centuries that I have been alive.”

“He is a Midgardian,” Brunnhilde protested. “There’s just. . . Something different about him.”

“Indeed there is,” the Grandmaster replied. “I have made a decision regarding this new prisoner and have an offer for you. One that I truly hope you consider before turning down.”

“And what is that offer?” Brunnhilde asked.

“I have found a way to keep the Midgardian from reverting back to his more fragile form,” the Grandmaster started. “Instead, he will be kept in the green form and will be used as the new Grand Champion. The old Champion is growing old, and I fear he only has a few years left. I want you to help our new Champion get accustomed to his home and ensure that he does not try to escape or turn against us.”

Brunnhilde blinked with confusion. “He will try to kill me,” she told him. “He did try to kill me.”

“Which is why I have erased his memory for the past twenty-four hours,” the Grandmaster responded. “The Champion will not remember your failed attempt to contain him.”

“And what if I decline the offer?”

The Grandmaster smirked before turning to the window. “Then you will be his first opponent.”

That was how Brunnhilde found herself making the long trek to the Grand Champion’s suite. Already, the old Champion has been taken from his longtime home and the room had been given to the Hulk. She stared inside for a moment, waiting for the sound of Topaz’s retreating steps before she took a deep breath and opened the barrier, stepping inside before closing it again. She slowly stepped towards where the beast was sitting, looking outside the window. He was sitting there, his shoulders hunched over slightly. He almost looked sad, really. “Hey there, Big Guy,” she said softly.

Hulk looked back quickly and Brunnhilde saw something that resembled hope in his eyes before he saw who was there and it faded. “Not Tasha,” he mumbled before turning away again.

“No, I’m not Tasha,” she told him. She had no idea who Tasha was or why the Hulk had looked so excited to see her, but she just went along with her. “You can call me Scrapper, okay?”

“Hulk want Tasha,” he mumbled. “Sun real low.”

“I’m sorry, Buddy, I don’t know who Tasha is,” Brunnhilde said, carefully putting a hand on his back. When she first came in, she expected to be met with anger, not sadness, and she wasn’t quite sure how to handle it.

“Tasha scary Avenger,” Hulk muttered. “Banner love Tasha. Hulk love Tasha. Hulk miss Tasha.”

“Banner,” Brunnhilde repeated the name. That must be the Midgardian’s name. So Hulk was still aware of his host, at least. He still remembered his past outside Sakaar. That could either make things much easier or much harder.”

“Banner left friends,” Hulk huffed. “Banner left Avengers.”

“Avengers, huh?” She asked, settling down next to him. She was catching on that this creature didn’t have a huge vocabulary. He was like an oversized toddler, and it had been years since she had encountered one of those. Maybe even decades or centuries. She couldn’t really remember.

Hulk nodded and held up a hand in front of him. He made a “pew” sound. “That Tony. Tony Banner’s friend. Hulk like Tony,” he started. “Tin Can.”

Then, Hulk moved his head to the side a bit, pulling his hand back. “Steve has shield. Steve let Hulk smash. Hulk like smash. Hulk like Steve. Hulk like Thor.” The creature made a swinging motion with his arm. “Thor has puny hammer.”

Hulk paused and then held out both hands and pulled one back as if he were shooting a bow and arrow. “Clint Tasha’s friend. Clint like arrows. Clint nice to Banner.”

Brunnhilde waited until Hulk lowered his arms and was silent for a moment before she spoke up. “Hulk is going to get to smash a lot really soon,” she told him, holding back a grin at the excited look he gave her. “You like that?”

“Hulk love smash,” he told her, standing up. “Banner don’t like Hulk smash.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about Banner anymore.” Even as Brunnhilde said this, she felt a bad taste in her mouth. Something about this felt wrong. The Midgardian didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt anyone. He had warned her not to make him angry and then looked afraid when he realized she was going to do so anyway.

She shook off the thought. This was who she was now. She was a Scrapper. She captured prisoners. She sold them to the Grandmaster. She knew it was wrong, but she chose to do it anyway. She couldn’t just stop now. Not because she had a bad feeling.

Still, she couldn’t help but glance down at the tattoo on her forearm. She closed her eyes, releasing a shaky breath before looking back at Hulk. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Big Guy.”

Brunnhilde watched quietly as Bruce stared at the floor, seemingly trying to process everything she had just told him. The silence was killing her. A small part of her feared that when he raised his head to look at her again she would see the angry green of the Hulk rather than the soft brown that she was used to. She wasn’t afraid of the Hulk before, but she had not been on the receiving end of his anger since that first encounter two years ago.

“He did something to me,” Bruce said finally, his voice quiet. “Something to me or something to the Other Guy.”

Val nodded sadly. “He didn’t give me anymore details than that. I. . . I don’t know what he did.”

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, that makes more sense, at least,” he murmured. “That’s why he didn’t want to come out on the Bifrost.”

Brunnhilde nodded a bit, looking down. Bruce still hadn’t actually looked at her, his gaze pointed to the floor. “I’m sorry,” she whispered finally. “I know that what I did was wrong, and I should have told you sooner. I just. . . I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” Bruce told her, finally looking up at her. “It’s not your fault.”

The Valkyrie shook her head. “No, Bruce. It’s not okay. Nothing about this is okay. I knew what I did was wrong but I did it anyway. And then I have the audacity to say I’m your friend like I’m not the reason he hurt you.”

“Hey,” Bruce’s voice was stern then and he stood up before kneeling in front of her, putting a hand on either shoulder. “Look at me, Val.”

Brunnhilde forced herself to look him in the eyes. “Bruce. . .”

“We all make mistakes,” he said softly, not letting their eye contact waver as he spoke. “I am not mad at you, okay? I’m glad that you told me this now and that you trust me enough to do so.”

“You should be mad at me.”

Bruce shook his head. “Nope. Not going to happen,” he told her, giving her a small smile. “You’ve already made up for it over and over. Just the fact that you’re not afraid of me? That itself means a lot to me, okay? There’s not many people who see me as anything more than a threat.”

“So you don’t hate me?” Val hated how pitiful she sounded right now, but she couldn’t help it. She had fully expected Bruce to be furious. She hated to admit that she was expecting him to hurt her. She had hoped he would hurt her, because that would be so much easier than processing these emotions that had become unfamiliar in her time on Sakaar. She didn’t understand how he could still be so kind to her after this.

“No,” he told her firmly. “You made a mistake, and that’s okay. People change. I mean, heck, when I first met Loki he was actively trying to take over Earth and use the Hulk as a weapon, but I know that won’t happen again because he’s a different person than he was then. I fully believe that you are a different person than the one who found me on Sakaar.”

Val briefly remembered her conversation with Loki earlier that week. How he had mentioned telling Bruce the truth. He hadn’t elaborated what that truth was, but she now knew that Bruce believed him whatever it was. He was willing to forgive Loki, and he was willing to forgive her as well it seemed. “Thank you.”

Bruce smiled and stood up. “Can I give you a hug, Angry Girl?”

To Val’s surprise, she found herself nodding. Only a moment later she felt arms wrapping around her and she allowed herself to melt into them, clinging to his sleeves as she lowered her head into his chest. “We’re still friends?”

“We’re still friends,” he assured her, giving her a tight squeeze before they pulled apart. “Now, how about I elaborate on those amazing descriptions of the other Avengers?”

Brunnhilde chuckled and nodded, standing up and following Bruce out of the storage room as he started talking about his friends back home. Her head finally clear of the fog that had been trapped there for days, she listened. She listened and laughed along with her friend as they spoke as if nothing had changed. Nothing was different.

From the small smile that she caught Loki giving her when the two returned to the chambers that evening, she knew that he had been right. She couldn’t stop herself from mouthing “thank you,” and didn’t miss the twinkle of mischief that flashed in his eyes before he turned back to Thor. Her and Bruce joined the brothers then, relaxing into a routine that was their new normal. For the first time in years, Brunnhilde felt like everything might be alright.

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danddymaro · 4 years

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A Dance Just For Two | PT.2

Previous : Just You

Word count : 2761

Pt. 2: Marshmallows

It was late by the time they had arrived home, actually a smidge past midnight.

So, of course, neither of the two would have expected to run into anyone.

As far as (f/n) was aware of, Natasha was away on assignment.

It was one she didn’t bother to disclose too much information on, which wasn't too much out of the ordinary because Nat never really revealed too much about where she was going, or what she’d do when she left.

It was always confidential, and everyone knew to not ask.

The redhead had left two days prior on a starless night, dressed in her form-fitting black uniform, leaving with nothing more than what was on her.

And though she was strict about what she’d reveal about her missions, she did, however, offer a small smile, along with her goodbye as she usually did.

Clint Barton had long left, announcing his retirement with a tired and half-hearted smile following up the battle in Sokovia. Prioritizing his family was beyond anything else, and seeing the growing team, he decided it was a good moment to part ways.

And hell, (f/n) couldn't blame him, because if she had a family herself, she’d pick them over everything else in the world.

Bruce Banner was still MIA, his whereabouts being a mystery to everyone, and worry ensued for him.

He was a kind man with a heavy curse, one he had no control of, and the (h/c) haired young woman could only hope he found his way back soon, returning back home safe and sound. But for the moment, it seemed that he didn’t want to be found and it was clear as day.

It was also plainly obvious that his departure had its effect on a certain member,

‘That’s probably why she keeps herself so busy now...’ (f/n) thought to herself with a touch of sadness.

Thor had also decided to part ways, his face filled with conflict as he bid his farewell, seeming to have too much on his mind to express.

Up to date, he hadn’t sent word back, and she wished there was a way to reach him, just to know if he was alright out there. (f/n) couldn’t even begin to imagine what things lay beyond the earth, what other threats the thunder god took care of alone.

She could only hope that whatever dangers he encountered, they were no match for his might.

Wanda Maximoff had become an official member of the Avengers not long after the battle in Sokovia.

She grieved over the loss of her only kin, her hands empty as she realized she had nothing more left because everything she cared for had been there at her side until his final breath, bloodied on the battlefield.

However, Clint Barton assured her she had a place, that she could pull through because her young life was filled with promise.

Every day since then, the young woman worked tirelessly to gain more control of her strange powers, learning ways to expand the manipulation of them she had access to.

Vision, who had also become a member after the events aided her, the two becoming a close pair soon after, an obvious attachment grown between them during the duration of time.

They went together like youth and inexperience, and in a sense, they represented the two sides perfectly.

The artificial being, though not requiring rest, would often partake in the falls of slumber, most often times around 10, finding it to be a reasonable hour, whereas Wanda was a toss between ten or three, with no real indicator to which she would lean to.

Either way, she stayed in her quarters, unbothered by the world outside.

Tony, of course, was someone else who stayed up late quite often, stuck in his laboratory doing things (f/n) would never come to understand because to put it plainly, she wasn't a whiz kid like he was. He stayed locked in the wide space, a dark roast of hot beverage chugged down excessively with frequency.

Heck, the man lived on coffee.

But she knew well enough it wasn't just the drink that had him up, it was much more that would haunt him, leaving him restless at night.

What was much more to leave him awake: Pepper’s absence.

What solace he’d find at her side at night went missing as she left.

“ A small business trip,” she said, to which everyone believed.

But then she didn’t return to the home, nor was she frequently shown at Stark's side like before.

She was still active as CEO of his company, something he’d never take from her, because all in all, she earned it. She was his successor despite any strain in their relationship, and (f/n) found it fitting.

(f/n) was close to Tony Stark, having grown a mutual fondness at first that grew into genuine feelings of love. And while she was certain they could speak about anything, Tony was someone that didn’t like bothering people with his own problems too.

Similar to her, he felt like a burden while opening his heart.

‘It would be nice if we could all just let go,’ She mused, ‘Let go of all the feelings that anchor us.’ She added, knowing that all of them had something that weighed them down.

Side glancing at the blonde beside her, (f/n) smiled softly, ‘ Would I be happier if I let you go?’ She wondered.

‘Or can I actually find a way to reach you, reaching happiness that way?’

The gentle warmth of the spacious room then spread all around her, smoothing her like a fluffy blanket, bringing her instant comfort, to the point of making a small moan of delight leave her to show her contentment.

Needless to say, it felt good to be home, and when she said that there was no place like home, she truly meant it.

There truly was absolutely no place like the Avengers facility, and she would go so far as to admit that it was far better than the tower they had previously gathered within.

‘It’s perfect,’ she thought gleefully as a sweet, creamy scent wafted towards her, tickling her nose and making her mouth moist with desire for the teasing, traveling aroma, even if she wasn't quite sure what it was.

She couldn't pinpoint it, but it was somewhere there on the tip of her tongue, moreover, it made her feel giddy for some reason.

And hidden in the background, being outshined by the visiting smell was a smokey wild cherry that was more recognizable and well known throughout the place.

The crisp “snip-snap” cracking sounds of the blazing fire in the room caught her attention, causing her to pull up a soft smile at the view, knowing that the lovely display was out again, spreading out warmth as well as the sweet, welcoming scent of Cherrywood.

‘Tony really outdoes himself.’ she thought to herself, gazing at the flames with fascination, watching the Amber-colored heat dance in mellow movements.

Though Stark might find improvement in the place, always running through the rest of the crew with new ideas, she thought the building in its entirety was just fine, perfect even.

She wasn't sure about everyone else, but that’s how she felt at least.

She felt that nothing needed to change as It felt like a true home, packed with people she loved.

Isn’t that what made home, well, home?

Love..?

As she swam in that thought, one particular man set himself off from the rest, just as he always did.

Her (e/c) colored eyes peeked over to the said man to find him engrossed within the sight of the soothing fire, caught in thought, just as she had been a moment ago.

With sincere admittance, she'd have given anything to know what he was thinking, and what was much more, know if there was a part of his pondering that was about her.

The smile gracing his face as he watched the flames dance made her feel warm fuzz all over as she continued to observe him, the slightly dimmed lighting doing nothing but accenting the lovely edges of his features.

As if he wasn’t astonishingly handsome already.

“ looks real doesn’t it?” she commented, her voice sweet-sounding and soft as she airily spoke, making him turn his attention to her, snapping out of his light daze with her simple question.

“I was just thinking that.” he said shaking his head. “ looks like someone lit a fire behind a glass window. And then the smell... it’s hard to believe it’s not real,” he added. “ Technology has gotten pretty crazy, I would have never imagined sitting down and warming up next to an imitation fireplace this realistic.” He admitted.

“I mean, yeah we had these, but not as convincing,” he explained.

“It's scary isn't it old man...” she said wiggling her fingers in front of him. “Technology is so scary,” she said adding tremor to her voice, continuing to giggle with glee as he stared at her flatly.

Raising an eyebrow at her with a teasing smirk growing, he waited for her to calm down more before speaking,

“ Oh...aren't you the one paranoid about that little movie?” he asked her, “ what was it...” he muttered to himself, humming, his right hand taking a light hold of his chin. “ Ah, Wall-e right? Robots are gonna take over the world and control it, right?” he asked her and she stopped laughing, piping down.

“ That was a kid's movie and you were paranoid about something like that, ” he said poking her cheek. “ So, I guess, technology is scary, ohhhh…” he said mimicking her earlier actions, taunting her with the same childish actions as she stared at him with a halfhearted glare.

“That wasn’t exactly it,” she told him.

Sure that little film gave her anxiety, but not for that very reason,

“ Besides, if we're talking about that... I wasn't so far off…” she grumbled, referring to the incident with the ‘peacekeeper’ Ultron.

The entire ordeal had been a complete nightmare for her.

While, of course, Large, menacing, reptilian-like aliens would be something to fear, nothing really took the top off as much as psycho killer robots, but that was just her opinion.

She began to nibble on her left thumb’s nail as she recalled the event, all with a cold shiver.

“- Quit sucking your thumb,” Steve chided, chuckling as she instantly brought the entire hand down, her hand fisted to her side as she glared at him.

“I wasn’t sucking on it!” she said with a short hiss as an exaggeration to the ‘s’ sound.

Ready to challenge her, Steve opened his mouth to speak, stopped by another masculine voice,

“ Well, well, well, having fun alone you two?” Bucky said teasingly, finally catching the other two’s attention.

“Don't you two know how late it is?” he chided tisking, adding on a small chuckle.

His attention was trained over the counter as his back faced both (f/n) and Steve, not letting them see his true, troubled face.

“-Jealous?” Steve said raising a brow, quirking up a partial smile, mindlessly teasing his friend.

“Maybe…” Bucky huffed, “ I wasn't invited out after all.” Bucky replied bitterly.

“You know, my two friends decided to hang out without me.” he sighed, “ How could I not be?”

“ We were just out for a stroll,” (f/n) said rolling her eyes, “You're such a drama queen,” she added playfully.

In response, he hummed and turned around with two mugs of a hot beverage, pursing his lips as he looked off to the side, “I always have a comeback at hand,” he warned her, “ But being the grown-up here, I’ll keep them to myself,” he said while walking towards the two.

He then handed each of them their own cups, going back to retrieve his own.

Curious, she gazed down to see her kitty mug filled with hot cocoa, brimmed with small marshmallows.

With eagerness, she smelled the sweet aroma up close,

“ Oh, Hot cocoa ! “ she chirped joyously, giving the man a closed eye smile, absolutely joy-filled.

‘That’s what that smell was,’ She mused, 'It was right there,' She added, having been bothered by the fact that she couldn't name it off the bat, and by then feeling silly for not recognizing it.

Bucky’s smile broadened as he nodded while seeing her obvious excitement,

“Yeah, I thought you guys would want some,” he told them. “ It's starting to get real chilly out there.” He pouted, not liking the cold.

He wasn't really a fan.

“Ohh, you even put the tiny marshmallows on it, “(f/n) muttered, “Whoa, A whole bunch of them,” she added with a grin, all while looking within the cup.

“Just how you like it, I remembered,” Bucky replied, watching her face bloom with happiness.

“Love you Buck, You’re the best,” she said looking up towards him in gratitude before she started to blow on her drink.

“ I only got two,” Steve said staring down at his hot chocolate, plainly glaring at it with a disappointed pout, because he couldn't help but feel robbed.

“There wasn't much to work with,” Bucky said shrugging, the words accompanied by a nervous laugh.

“That’s all we had, I swear,” He added.

“Yeah, I bet,” Steve argued back flatly, “After you practically chucked the entire bag into (f/n)’s cup, you didn't have any left, right?” Steve replied with accusation.

(f/n)’s face heated up, taking a look at both cups with embarrassment.

“ I'm sorry Steve !” she said immediately. “ We can switch if you want,” she said frantically,

“Or I can just-”

Both men stared at her with amusement, Bucky being the first to laugh, shaking his head as he spoke,

“That’s cute,” he muttered.

“ Its alright doll, no need,” Steve said shaking his head. “I'm just teasing!” he exclaimed, calming her down. “Seriously,” he added.

“ I wouldn't get so worked up over some marshmallows,” he assured her.

“And Besides, I know Bucky here made that especially for you,” he said smiling knowingly with a grin, denying taking any contents from the cup in her hands as he lifted up his free hand in a stopping motion.

“He likes to play favorites between the two of us. I’ve gotten used to it anyway,” he added.

“I’m sure he doesn’t,” (f/n) said sheepishly, not believing him.

“No, I do,” Barnes said with certainty, his upfront admittance making her keep her eyes down to her drink,

‘Oh Bucky,’ She thought with a smile, shaking her head at his response, not sure if he meant it, or said it just to be a tease.

After taking a sip, she looked back towards Bucky, her eyes full of gratitude and amusement,

“At least you made some for yourself, “ she said with relief to which he shook his head,

“Nah,” he replied, making her stop drinking.

“ You didn’t make some for yourself?" She asked him, and shaking his head again, he answered her, “Nah, but it's fine.” He said with a dismissive wave.

“But wait what’s that in your hand,” she asked, pointing her finger towards his cup.

“Water,” he replied, “ I only realized afterward that I only made enough for two, but again, it’s fine,” He assured her, putting it down on the closest surface to him.

“Oh Bucky,�� she said sighing, walking closer to him and leaving Steve's side altogether.

She took one of his hands, the warm flesh one, raising it up to touch the steamy mug in her hand. She pressed it there beneath hers as she gave him a small smile. “ Here, “ she told him, her hold loosening to let him take hold of the drink.

“But It’s for you,” he reminded her, being quick to return it, doing the same as she had by holding her hand to the mug,

“Really,” he said sweetly, begging her with his eyes.

" Half and half ?" She suggested, not willing to let it go.

"That's the closest I'm getting to winning, huh?" He asked her with defeat, and nodding (f/n) agreed, "Pretty much," she said, having gone unbeaten up to date, getting the last say.

'Only because it's you.

Only because you're so sweet.

Only because I love you so damn much,' The dark-haired man thought with a soft smile.

Bucky caved, the three people enjoying the warm drink as they talked, letting the night take its course.

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A/N: Requests from two anons and @cognativeresonance. More smut? More smut. And I think the gif is a spoiler.

Words: 2769 Warnings: ghost!Reader/succubus!Reader, smut

Peace was a treacherous word. At least it was for a spirit. You had been unwilling to accept death—and you had more or less come to terms with staying on Midgard and watching life pass you by when you would still be here once all life was gone.

But just because, according to mortal laws, you were dead, this did not mean you were not alive. Your physical manifestation resembled that of an angel, or a demon. You were not mortal—but you were not immortal either.

For decades, lower species had hunted you down for their sick and ruthless experiments and research, in an attempt to understand themselves, the universe, better. You had fled, times and times, until you found the perfect hiding place. Putting your trust in an Asgardian sorcerer who had done nothing but use you for his own wicked schemes. When you found out about his schemes, he punished you, bounding you to Midgard for all eternity. Now, you had taken refuge in an ancient castle with cold and moist stone walls that screamed history from every dark corner.

Every now and then, humans found this godforsaken and lonely place. Archaeologists, tourists and daring teenagers who had spread the rumours that the castle was haunted. Well, technically… they were not wrong. At least, that kept curious spectators away—most of the time.

Today, it was all different. You were almost grateful… for every now and then, life inside these ancient walls got rather tiring.

They called themselves the Avengers, on a secret mission to save the world. You rolled your eyes upon eavesdropping. This world was beyond saving. They needed a shelter for the night, somewhere safe to stay until dawn.

Still… they had not asked for your permission.

You recognised them; some of them anyway. There was Thor, God of Thunder and firstborn son of Odin Allfather. Ever since the destruction of his home planet, he had settled down on Earth, taking his mischievous brother Loki right with him. Loki. The God of Mischief. You licked your lower lips when you first lay your eyes upon him, unbeknownst to him.

He was tall, thin, yet well-trained and graceful with every movement he made. His hair raven black, his eyes piercing blue and those sharp cheekbones… you had heard about the horrors he had gone through over the last couple of years and you had taken quite the liking into him.

You followed him into one of the smaller chambers they had chosen to reside in for the night, secretly watching him, his body language and mimics. Good thing you were able to pass through walls. Your heart skipped a beat when he began taking off his heavy leather armour, revealing a plain green shirt seemingly made of silk. And when he took that off too, he revealed a pale but well-defined chest, making your mouth water.

You smirked. For Heaven’s sake, you had not had to lay with a man for decades. Unceremoniously, you knocked over the old vase on top of the drawer.

Loki turned on his heel, eyes darting around the room. He could not see you, of course.

“Who is there?” You chuckled. The sound echoed through the room, having him tense up. “Show yourself!” He demanded. Oh… so dominant. You would certainly enjoy having him in your bed.

And how you loved scaring intruders. Admiring his godly body once more with utter amusement, you only just missed the vigorous movement of his hand sending green shimmers of light through the room—until it was too late.

“My… what do we have here?” He purred darkly. His blue eyes locked with yours, knocking all air out of your lungs at once. You had certainly underestimated the God of Mischief. Your lips parted.

He could see you. He could actually see you. When was the last time a man… no, any other living being, had seen you with their own eyes? The thought both excited and scared you at the very same time.

“What a ravishing little ghost.”

Instantly, you frowned, insulted by the term he had used.

“I am a spirit. Not a ghost.”

Loki smirked. He enjoyed eliciting such reactions from you then. “Ah, pardon me. A spirit. So you are not… dead then.”

“No… not really,” You paused. “What spell did you cast? How are you able to see me?”

Loki was smart. A skilled sorcerer with centuries of experience. You should have known better than to provoke him. But then again… feeling his scrutinising blue gaze on you did things to you which you had not felt in so long it felt surreal. Perhaps this had been worth it.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, little spirit?” He was mocking you. He was actually mocking you. Angrily, you knocked over another vase without even laying a hand on it. It clattered to the hard ground, bursting into thousands of pieces and making him chuckle.

“Now since you had the audacity to haunt me like an ordinary ghost, why don’t you start by telling me exactly who you are?”

You snorted. He was the Norse God of Mischief. The more he knew about you, the more he would be able to manipulate and trick you. Besides, he was a stranger. This was personal.

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned on your heel in an attempt to pass through the wall, leaving him behind for good. The moment you collided with the hard and cold stone wall was the first time since your banishment you felt true pain.

What in the nine realms had he done to you?!

“No luck?”

You growled, rubbing your shoulder. Perhaps you should sleep with him and feast on his energy, if anything to wipe that cheeky smirk off his face.

“Who are you?” He asked again, more demanding and stricter this time. The sound of his velvety voice sent, unconsciously, pleasant shivers up and down your spine. You sighed. Somehow, he had bound you to this room. He could not mean to harm you but the threat lingering behind his words was clear.

“(Y/N)… my name is (Y/N).” Loki lifted his chin.

“Are you Midgardian?”

“What? Ew, no… I was born in Anaheim, almost five centuries ago.”

“Then how did you end up on Midgard? If you are not dead, your spirit must have been banished here.”

Hm. He knew what he was talking about then.

“I was, by an Asgardian sorcerer, almost two centuries ago.” The memory was painful. After all this time, the scar the day you had lost your body and became unable to leave this dirty planet, had still not healed.

“Which crime did you commit to deserve such severe punishment?” He probed.

Once again, you glared at him furiously. “Is this an interrogation? This is none of your business, Loki.”

“You know who I am then.” He stated bluntly. He took a step closer, threateningly. Gods, could it be? That you had offended him so gravely with your harmless spooking?

“Let me go.” You suddenly heard yourself whisper. Loki chuckled darkly. He was very well aware his sudden closeness was messing with your mind, sending waves of numbing heat through your body. The urge to grab him and throw him on the bed to ravish him grew with every passing second.

It had been severe punishment indeed. The sorcerer—Armal had been his name—was cruel. With your spirit detached from your physical form despite it never having left your body, you were unable to be seen or touched, your cravings left unsatisfied for all eternity.

Right now, however, in this very moment, your curse appeared like a true blessing. “You cannot touch me.” You hissed. “So stop threatening me.”

Loki raised his eyebrows. Only now did you realise that he was still shirtless.

“Can I not?” He reached out to grab your wrists and instead of passing right through you, his hands wrapped around them firmly. You flinched upon the sudden body contact, the fire that had been extinguished so many centuries ago igniting each and every one of your limbs within the fraction of a second.

“What… what did you do to me?”

“I am a sorcerer, my dear.”

“I…” You croaked out, unable to speak due to the growing desire overwhelming both your body and mind. “I haven’t touched… a… man… in… in decades.”

Loki frowned. He might have been a sorcerer. But when he leaned in even closer, his blue eyes wandering down to your lips, you realised that not even he was immune to your body.

“What are you?” He growled hoarsely.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Defeated by your own lust, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his, initiating even more body contact—even more intimate body contact.

Loki breathed in sharply, his hands letting go of your wrists to instead cup your face, taking control of the kiss. He was intoxicated—but so were you as he pulled you towards the bed, flipping you both around so he came to lie on top of you, straddling you and rendering you completely helpless.

He was strong. Much stronger than you, yet all you could think about in this very moment was Loki’s lips on your mouth, your chin, your neck… you gasped when he ripped your clothing off of your body, revealing your breasts to him. They bounced free upon the sudden movement, your nipples hardening both from the chilly temperatures around you and his greedy, hungry gaze on them.

You moaned when he took them into his mouth, one at a time to suckle on them teasingly, almost driving you crazy. Your back was arching, your body preparing to feed on his energy… would you be able to? It was true, you did not know what spell Loki had cast. Surely, he had not ended your banishment and surely, nobody but him was able to touch you right now. Instantly you wondered if he’d find a way to free you—you’d be forever grateful; and if you were just careful enough, you would not murder him during the act.

With but another flick of his wrist, the same green light returned, surrounding both your bodies this time. Only when he pried your legs apart to give himself access to your most intimate parts, you realised that you were both entirely naked.

The direct skin on skin contact made you swoon, your palms sweating with unspent energy, every fibre of your being longing to feast on him.

You were soaking wet when he forced himself between your legs, his hardened length leaking precum as he teased your clit with the tip, making you moan.

“Please…” You croaked hungrily. “Please…” Oh, in the end, all men were fools, driven by their carnal instincts.

Loki smirked smugly, seemingly enjoying your begging. You cried out in bliss when he buried himself inside you to the hilt, relentless and starving for pleasure. His energy built within you, flowing into your body like an ice cold river in spring. Your senses awakened, the world all of a sudden more beautiful, more colourful, more lively.

You dug your fingers into his bare back, leaving marks he would surely be able to feel tomorrow morning. When you opened your eyes to meet his lustful gaze, his own widened. You had almost forgotten they turned yellow, the pupils small black slits like those of a snake when you fed.

“You are a succubus.” He panted out of breath, slight shock swinging in his voice. If he were to pull away now, disgusted, you would never find the strength to keep him inside you. Loki was a god, after all. Much stronger than you.

“Please… please don’t stop now.” And it was true. The moment you had first tasted his sexual energy, your hunger returned like a tidal wave knocking you over and clouding your mind. He felt so incredibly good, both physically and spiritually…

For just the fraction of a second, his eyes flickered with an emotion you could not quite put your finger on. Was it compassion? Pity? The enchantment, in any case, seemed to be broken. He was fully aware now of what he was doing and with whom he was doing it.

You whined when he retreated from your tight heat, hissing in the process but screamed, out of control, when he plunged back inside you, fucking you hard and fast. The room filled with the smell of sex and sounds of skin smacking against skin, paired with both your moans and pants.

You threw your head back. He was so… so delicious. “Oh God…”

“’Oh God’ indeed…” He mused, barely able to contain himself. You had to admit, feeding usually felt as great as experiencing orgasms to you. You did not need them when you slept with men. This time, however… as you felt yourself tripping closer and closer to the edge, your breathing quickening and your heartbeat speeding up, you started to doubt this initial notion.

Loki knew exactly how to move and how to caress your dripping cunt to get you wet for him and welcome his manhood into your awaiting cave. With every powerful thrust he brought you closer to an earth-shattering orgasm threatening to steal away your senses and when you finally fell off the cliff, he was there to catch you. Your eyes returned to their normal colour, your hunger satisfied.

Rhythmically, your walls began clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth and triggering his own release. Loki grunted, wolfishly, as he spurted ropes of his seed deep inside you, making you scream his name in pure ecstasy.

He rutted into you a few more times, helping you ride out your climax until he himself was completely spent, then chuckled in an amused and mischievous manner when your eyes fell shut, exhausted by this wonderful adventure the Norse god had taken you on.

“Thank you…” You mumbled. What for exactly, you did not know. Was it the mind-blowing orgasm? The thirst he had quenched? The intimate body contact you had missed so strongly? You were still joined, his hard cock resting inside of you. He would soften any moment now, right? You should enjoy the sensation for as long as it lasted.

“Oh, my sweet little succubus…” He purred darkly. “You did not think I was done with you already, did you?”

Your eyes widened when he thrust back into you with a start. You had hardly recovered from your first orgasm when he already stirred you straight into the next, working you up even faster this time. One of his hands disappeared down to where your bodies where joined, his long and soft digits sardonically toying with your clit until you were ready to burst into a million pieces yet again.

“Oh… my God… Loki!” Your arms were all over the place, desperate for a safe grip. He pinned them down above your head, forcing you to simply take all the pleasure he was offering you. You screamed when you climaxed again, the sensations even stronger this time. But Loki did not stop. He kept fucking you roughly, hunting his own peak like a predator and never ceasing to make sure you enjoyed yourself as well.

How many more orgasms did he force you into? Was it three? Four? Six? Ten? You had stopped counting after the third time he filled you with his cum. Loki had turned you into a panting mess, all weak from all the bliss and as satisfied as you had never been in your long life.

Limply, you rested your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. He did not need to speak out loud what he was thinking—for this truly was an unexpected turn of events. Surely, none of the Avengers had planned anything alike on this mission, especially not for him.

Loki had been intoxicated by your scent, a magical component your body released to seduce your victims easier but in the end, he had been the one who had proved to you what it meant to share the bed with a Norse god. The Norse God of Trickery. Weakly, you smiled to yourself.

“Loki…” You whispered breathlessly. He hummed in response. “Can you help me? Can you help me leave this place?”

His hand came up to stroke your arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps wherever his fingertips brushed over your naked skin.

You could tell he was smiling as well when he replied.

“I most certainly can, (Y/N).”

A/N: Damn, I really enjoyed writing this one.

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TITLE: strangers CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 5/? AUTHOR: hiddlemediddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a psychologist set to question Loki during his incarceration in Stark Tower. Initially, he scoffs at the prospect of a ‘psychological examination’. However, Loki grows quite attached to you and complies to each and every programme you have in store for him. RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: And they meet again… x - You found yourself faced with Loki once more. Two days later, you had found a slot within your schedule to fill and you informed Fury that, if Loki was willing, you would see him then. You received correspondence that that would be fine. “Are you quite recovered from your outburst, Loki?”

Loki smirked at your question. “Quite. This.. situation I find myself in.. can be extremely infuriating. Especially when your brother persists in being.. your brother. Insisting that my mother has no desire to see me. And they call me the God of Lies.” You listened to his reasonings. You had spoken to Thor about the ordeal earlier, telling him that his words would be hurtful to anybody. Especially to Loki, who was missing his mother more than anything. You knew that from the paper. But anyone could tell. “I want to speak about the fears you wrote down.” “Not when they are listening in.” Loki smiled. “Now, you see, they aren’t. They can see us, but they can’t hear us. So we can talk about them and it will all remain between us.” Loki scoffed. “Now a Goddess of Lies? How stimulating.” “I’m not lying, Loki. The audio is off.” “Prove it, then. Do something unofficial.” Loki raised his brow arrogantly. “And then I will cooperate.” “What unofficial thing do you expect me to do?” “Say something that would get you fired if they could hear it.” Loki smirked. “Once you do that, we may speak as openly as we like about myself. And my fears.” You rolled your eyes at his predictability. Of course there had to be a catch. Well, they weren’t listening.. Or so you believed. You were assured, even though you were sceptical of how much you could trust an organisation of.. Spies. But you trusted Thor, and Thor assured you that the audio would be off. Nothing would be heard. “If it prompts my brother to speak, so be it. As long as he speaks to.. Someone. Anyone.” he had said. You wished Loki had heard it himself. That was the problem with that family. They were shit at talking to each other. “SHIELD is run by a bunch of twats who don’t know what they’re doing. Thor is a great big idiot for fucking up my work the other day by making you angry. If he would have kept his mouth shut, I wouldn’t be so mad at his shitheadedness.” Loki laughed. “Is that a new word? Shitheadedness?” You shrugged your shoulders, loosening up after your words. “British thing, I suppose.” “British. The colonial conquerors.” Loki raised his brow. “As much as I’d love to drag the history of the British empire through the ground, we’re here to talk about you.” Loki smirked. “Do I detect a relaxation in you, Miss. Croft? Does the lack of SHIELD ears make this situation better? My, my. I should be pleading with them to stop wagging their ears on our little rendezvous.” “Loki. I want to talk about Frigga.” The arrogance was gone. The sarcastic smile and the mock superiority. At one word, the word of his mother, he softened. But then sparked. Anger. You saw it in his eyes. “You want to see her? And she wants to see you. You fear to lose her.” Loki’s eyes softened their gaze on you. “I would die if I lost her.” Your heart sank at his words. “You want all of this control to save these people. To save those closest to you.” “To lead them, to educate them. To raise them from ignorance. Is that so bad?” Loki said with a small smile. “It all seems born from some inherent superiority.” You said. “That everyone in the universe is living in ignorance and that you are quite literally the all-knowing God above everyone else.” “Isn’t that what Odin has proclaimed with his.. all-father role?” Loki smirked. “I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t know this Odin guy, so forgive me for my.. Ignorance.” Loki grinned. “Definitely a loosening, Miss. Croft. Very lightening. Now, let us move on..” “What would you do if Frigga were here? Right now?” “Is this the part of the show where you bring her out from the shadows?” You raised your eyebrow for emphasis. Loki revelled in those movements. That straight face.. Moving. Living. “I would embrace her. But seeing as I am in this cage, I would try to express that embrace through words. Through apology. I have failed her as her son.” You tried not to widen your eyes too much, but Loki noticed. Another smirk. “I do enjoy surprising you, Miss. Croft. It gives me such.. pleasure.” You flickered through a few more of your notes. Underneath the clipboard was the piece of paper which Loki had written on. “You fear death. Tell me more about your fear of death. Why do you fear it?” “Isn’t the fear of the cessation of life self-explanatory?” Loki raised his left brow in query. “I want you to speak about it. We all fear death in different ways, Loki.” Loki sighed. “I don’t fear death as much as you mortals do. Your pathetically short lives are always a source of amusement to those who live for thousands of years. What muck you fill up the little time you have on this planet makes even the most stoic of gods laugh. The fact that you are here, using up the little time you have on Earth on me is absurd.” You narrowed your eyes in curiosity. “Is it not the quality of one’s life that counts?” “And helping reprobates is worthwhile?” You couldn’t help but smile in amusement. The veneer was off. It was the first time that Loki had seen you smile in that way. He caught sight briefly of your teeth in that smile and his heartbeat quickened. “If it means that these.. ‘Reprobates’ you mention are given another chance at life, then yes. Now, tell me more. Only if you are comfortable, of course.” “It seems I have little choice in the matter, Miss. Croft.” he smirked. “Death would be a most unfortunate occurrence for me because I cannot bear the idea of leaving this universe behind. I am in love with living.” “And you are in love with living now? Right now?” Loki widened his mouth in a grin as he chuckled. “Yes. With you before me. And once you leave, I will continue to despise my existence until I am released from this cage.” You were struck dumb. The entire facade was broken and Loki saw raw emotion on your face. “Apologies for being so candid, Miss. Croft. I have to be honest with how stimulating our conversations are. I cannot get two words out of these guards and my brother is a dim witted fool with no intellectual capacity beyond the alphabet.” You exhaled a small chuckle. It was a nervous one more than anything. Things had become a bit too heated. You considered leaving, but you knew you had come too far. You had more questions. “What of your magic? You lose your magic and you would react how?” “I would lose my identity. My magic is who I am.” “You are still you, even without your abilities.” “You don’t understand. My entire identity had been moulded around my ability to use magic. One of the first things my mother taught me was magic. I find it difficult to believe that I would survive without it.” “And what of Thanos?” “He is after me. He wants to kill me for failing to obtain the tesseract. I would not be surprised if he raided this facility and picked me up from the ceiling to skin me alive.” A shiver ran through your spine. This Thanos sounded much more than just the average villain. He wanted to take Loki’s life. Thor had already communicated this to you, but the fact that Loki himself was admitting it so openly was unnerving. That this powerful being was after his life for failing to complete his task. “I think it’s the last one, Loki, which you fear the most.” You said. “I cannot recall it.” Loki lied. “Loneliness.” Loki moved in his seat. He stiffened at the word. You were right, it was the thing which he feared the most. The prospect of being alone in the universe. “No contact. Nothing. Don’t you fear it? Are you alone, Miss. Croft? Do you have people around you?” “Forming connections with other beings is so important. It’s biologically driven within each of us, even gods like you. We weren’t built to be solitary beings, Loki. Your fears are valid. Everyone fears it. Of course, many people prefer solitude. But loneliness.. True loneliness.. Everyone fears that. Being alone and lonely are completely different things. The former can be a relief, meanwhile the latter is detestable.” “You didn’t answer my questions, Miss. Croft.” You knew that this would happen. Without the audio, Loki would become more daring. Prod into your personal life, whatever he wished. Now that his imprisonment wasn’t being affected by SHIELD’s perception of him. They couldn’t even hear what he was saying. Or so Thor and Fury had promised. “We are here to talk about you, Loki. I thought I had made that clear in our first meeting.” You said, feeling tense from the atmosphere. Perhaps it was time to go. “As far as I am aware, Miss. Croft, this is a conversation. It works both ways. I say something deep and meaningful and you return the favour. Otherwise, it is rather one-sided.” You tried not to let yourself become riled. “Loki, this isn’t about me. It’s about you.” “I will cooperate with you, Miss. Croft. On the condition that you answer my questions. Unless, of course, you are entirely averse to them.” “I am entirely averse to them.” Loki rolled his eyes with a grin. “Asking you about being alone? It hits a nerve, does it?” “Anything you ask me, Loki. I wouldn’t be doing my job if I were to start blabbering about myself.” Loki exhaled. You were a tough nut to crack, but Loki was persistent. “Do indulge me, Miss. Croft. I already know my brother like the back of my hand. He has always been an open book. I hate to form attachments, Miss. Croft. Do not misunderstand me. I am simply.. curious.. To know the living situation of a woman of your calibre and reputation. Nick Fury didn’t spare me the details of your many.. accolades.” You started to gather your notes in preparation to leave. Loki frowned. “Was it something I said, pray, Miss. Croft?” You lifted your clipboard from the floor and moved your feet to stand. “Robin.” You froze before your legs moved to stand. You raised your eyes to see Loki. You weren’t seeing a client in those moments. It was a man before you. A desolate man with the basic desire to be.. Free. Free physically and mentally. “I will tell you all that you need to know about me. No tricks, no fooling around. Just tell about yourself. About who you are. Yes, I have no need for such information and, well, petty details. I simply wish to fill my time. I have not indulged in a real conversation in months. You know, one that is transparent on both sides.” You wondered if you were fooling yourself to believe that there was desperation in his eyes. “Trust, Loki. I’m having trouble trusting you.” You whispered under your breath. Loki smiled gently. “Trust is an illusion, Miss. Croft. We are all beguilers in a world of guiling. They call me the God of Lies and Mischief, but we are all liars and hypocrites. Every being with a conscience. But the trust you speak of is almost spiritual. I simply want to converse without the barriers of your profession and some false propriety.” “Think about what you want to ask me. I will see you next week, Loki.” “And we will be heard next week, will we?” You raised your eyebrow. “Well, seeing as you want to talk normally, then I’ll have to pull a few strings, won’t I?” “This must be why you are so highly revered, Miss. Croft. By pulling those strings.” x

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Something many people forget, or rather, overlook, about Steve Rogers is that he’s not really 90 years old, not in terms of lived years, technically he’s barely thirty, technically he’s a millennial. And a fast learner.

All of this culminates into one, hour-long conversation with Peter and Harley (Tony’s never going to tell him to babysit them ever again (he blatantly ignores Rhodey’s jabs at his kids getting along with his boyfriend (they’re not like that, he swears))) which ends with Steve getting Instagram and Twitter. Which seems harmless initially, because it’s not like he’s going to get catfished, or groomed, or manage to buy into every pyramid scheme ever (Peter tells Tony that only Facebook has pyramid scheme ads and if, after that, he makes an active effort to be on the Stark Industries Twitter more, then no-one has to know), but it’s soon evident that memes, which appear to be entirely inconsequential fun, are in fact, not.

For whatever god-given purpose, Steve and Peter hang out a lot more than one would expect from a man from the Great Depression and a kid too young to remember 9/11, which means, as with most friendships, their vernacular somehow ends up merging, case and point, last week.

“So you and Cap are getting along pretty well,” Tony says, casually, as he walks into the kitchen around noon (he hates to admit it, but he’s getting to the age where his body will actively protest to any accidental fasting), and finds Peter waiting for his garlic bread to warm in the oven.

“Yeah! I know everyone thinks he’s hard-boiled, but he cooks with gas and he’s no chicken, so it’s all gucci in my book,” Peter replies, not taking his eyes off the oven door, completely oblivious to Tony attempting to translate everything he just said, because he’s fully fluent in six languages and what on earth just flew out of Peter’s mouth isn’t any of them.

Tony feels like he should be concerned, but Steve seems to be more comfortable in the century and Peter, from what he’s gathered, either thinks of him as an older brother or an eccentric uncle, so, despite his better instincts, he watches from afar as Peter (and some of his friends, and Harley) manage to incorporate more 1940s slang into their vocabulary than Steve had, and as Steve becomes almost worryingly invested in meme culture.

“I don’t really know,” he says simply, when Tony asks him why he took so easily to it. Tony pours out two cups of coffee and slides one over to Steve. It’s late enough that the very first rays of sunlight are just peaking across the horizon, and just about dark enough that they can pretend it’s still yesterday.

“They’re fun,” Steve says, after a moment, and Tony pretends to watch New York officially move into the next day, staring at Steve and the way the orange-pink light hits his face instead.

“I can’t say I understand it fully,” Tony starts, quietly, “but it’s nice to see you happy.”

Steve turns to face him. What feels like long ago Tony couldn’t bear the full, intense, focus of Steve’s gaze, but now, now that he’s not trying to intimidate him, he can’t help but feel almost comforted by it.

“Thank you,” Steve says, after a moment, mouth, pretty and so, so pink, quirking up at the corner.

He doesn’t know who moved first, but one minute they’re just staring at each other, and the next, he’s in his lap and finally, finally, they’re going to bed.

“May I remind both you, Sir, and Captain Rogers, that you have the mandatory biannual Avengers press conference in two hours,” JARVIS says, after allowing Steve and Tony a few precious minutes of afterglow (in the space of three days, Tony’s discovered some fascinating things about Steve, one of which includes just how fast he can move his tongue).

Steve groans into his neck and wraps his arms around his waist, effectively pinning him to the bed, not that Tony’s complaining, but he was late for the first of these biannual conferences and after that Fury installed a rule (with the help of Pepper the traitor), that ends with Tony teaching a community college foundation maths class, so he nudges Steve gently, “Get up.”

“No,” he says, almost petulant, somehow attempting (and, bafflingly, succeeding) to move closer to him, despite starting out with no space whatsoever between them, not that, once again, Tony’s complaining, “don’ wanna,” he mumbles.

“We have to,” Tony says, trying to be the adult, whilst making no effort to push Steve off him.

“Nah,” Steve says, and Tony can feel him smiling, all soft and gentle against his skin, “‘m Captain ‘Merica, don’ gotta do nothing.” God.

“Double negative, darling.”

“You’re’a double negative,” Steve grumbles, but the supposed intended effect is entirely lost by the way he’s looking at Tony, like he hung the moon and the stars and created life and the earth itself (for what reason, is akin to Atlantis to Tony, but by God had Steve asked him for the moon, for the whole damn solar system, he would do anything in his power to give him it). He knows that the battle is completely lost when Steve starts spreading a series of incredibly distracting kissing down his chest, and who is he to disobey his captain’s orders?

“One more strike and you’re off to community college,” Fury growls as soon as he comes into the green room, followed by Steve.

“He was helping me with an emergency, sir,” Steve says, Tony notices that his voice had dropped into what he’s internally dubbed his ‘Captain Important Voice’, which makes everyone what to follow his exact words (and has the side effect of making Tony unimaginably horny, but now, just before he’s about to be on multiple live news channels, isn’t the time), and despite being at least two decades his senior, Fury just nods.

“You’re excused for now, Stark,” he mutters, quite possibly the closest he’s ever gotten to apologising.

Tony grins at Steve, “Have I finally corrupted America’s Golden Boy?”

Steve smiles back, small, but with an edge, teasing, “Don’t take all the credit, I’m pretty sure Arnie and Bucky had something to do with it, back in the day,” he says, and Tony’s vision absolutely does not turn greener than a copper fire at the prospect of Steve having sex with someone else, because he’s well aware that he’s not a virgin, therefore, by definition, has had sex with other people, and Tony’s definitely okay with that and doesn’t want to drag him into the janitor’s room and mark him up where the people ten feet away can and can’t see (amongst his discoveries, he’s found out that his thighs are delightfully sensitive) and then curses the serum for clearing up the marks so fast that it would be entirely futile (well… not entirely). Nope. Not him.

He’s not bad at poker, but he knows from Steve’s expression that he’s given himself away, and then it dawns on him, maybe that was the end goal.

“Bastard,” Tony mutters, under his breath, as they walk through the curtains to face the vultures, and Steve just grins wider, that little glint in his eye confirming what he thought. He really does live up to the title of ‘Master Tactician’, huh?

And now Tony’s horny in front of quite possibly the worst group of humans to possibly exist: reporters (not that he’d ever even mention that to Wayne, not if he liked having his balls attached as they originally are, and in the right place). On the bright side (and they do like unnecessarily using the flash) they, and the prospect of the questions sure to be flung his, and the team’s, way, manage to pretty much decimate his libido.

The conference goes as all conferences go, slowly, Tony finds himself creating JARVIS’ updates, SIOS updates, and, during a particularly dull exchange between a reporter and Thor, reciting the capital cities in reverse-alphabetical order, then, during the mandatory sexist-reporter-against-Natasha exchange, the elements of the periodic table, in order of most to least reactive.

He takes to staring at Steve after that, he’s not in uniform, but he doesn’t need to be, to be respected and regarded as ‘Captain America’, everything about his body language, his expression, the way he holds himself, he exudes power and control and Tony’s fascinated and bewitched entirely, even as Steve’s focused on the reporters.

He almost jolts when one of them addresses Steve.

“Captain, as a man from a time when homosexuality was considered a criminal offence, do you support the legalisation of same-sex marriage across all states?”

Steve, if possible, sits up straighter, and says, “As a bisexual man growing up when I did, nothing would make me prouder for this nation. Everyone, regardless of race and gender, deserves to have the right for their love to be acknowledged by the state, withholding that right, just because it’s two grooms, doesn’t constitute American values of equality and freedom, and, if I may be crass, it’s long overdue.”

They don’t even get a chance to celebrate, or clap, because a white, balding reporter with quite possibly the worst shirt-tie combination Tony’s seen in a while, stands up, “I demand you resign, we can’t have a faggot represent America! You’ll be spreading your disease to impressionable young kids, then what would we be? A nation of fairies and bumboys? We’d be the laughing stock of the world!”

Steve gets that glint in his eye again, and smiles a little as he leans closer to the microphone, making direct eye-contact with the man, who’s squirming slightly, and up until this point, Tony’s almost forgotten about Steve and his fluency in modern memes, but he can see Peter grinning and he just knows what he’s going to say, a millisecond before it comes out of his mouth.

“Ok, Boomer.”

And that’s when the room explodes with more laughter than Tony’s ever seen in all his years (and maybe, when Steve grins, all sunny and bright and so goddamn beautiful, that’s when he realises that he’s in love, but that’s for another time), and Maria has to take them off stage.

The next morning, Steve flicks through his phone to find his face plastered all over the internet, news sites and meme pages alike.

CAPTAIN AMERICA SHUTS DOWN HOMOPHOBE

my parents talkin abt how ‘art isn’t a career’:

me:

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CAPTAIN AMERICA OR CAPTAIN DISRESPECT?

was anyone going to tell me that captain america is a millennial who’s aware of, and uses topical memes

or was i meant to watch him verbally decimate an incel on msncb myself???

STARS AND STRIPES? CAPTAIN AMERICA COMES OUT

anyways if captain ‘from the fucking 1940s gays are sin era’ america doesn’t have to “make a choice” neither do i ✌✌

“You’re a worldwide sensation,” Tony teases, nudging him.

Steve just shrugs, “It’ll go away by tomorrow,” he says, optimistically. He puts his phone on the bedside table and turns to Tony, all talk of memes leaving the room very fast.

It doesn’t. Not even when Ellen mentions it.

“Cap,” Peter says, jogging up to him, almost half a year after that damn conference, “I don’t think you understand, you’re gonna end up in the modern meme hall of fame.”

“Well, there are probably worse things to be known for.”

(It takes Tony an embarrassingly long time to realise that Steve was talking about his old sex tapes.)

((After that it takes him even longer to realise the implications: Steve’s watched those tapes.))

for ‘accidental meme’ on happy steve bingo

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haven’t washed all this already of this information is slightly hard to keep track of you a second thatand gets into that placeand he said last night was abandoned there a long time ago they become friendsand survive together after many years of service Frank S returns home to his family from his militaryand shady servers daysand it’s super niceand emotional however around this timeand Cerberus leaks with Cerberus was actually about including the video that it is a guiding shot to this guy called David whose nickname micro will be back in a sec agent orange transfer for doing this because he’s not a big fan of Frank’sand so with the help of the Cerberus squad including Frank supposed best friend Billy Russo he sets up a three way gunfight between three gangs in a park to kill Frankand his family Frank’s wifeand children are brutally murderedand Frankish on the head but survives after this Frank is enragedand devastated answer decides take matters into his own hands he uses his military trainingand pure anger to hunt downand kill everyone in the gangs involved with his family’s death he does this under the vigilante guys of the punisher first just make a plan though so that takes a little time now micro is a hackerand NSA analyst these to help a Daisy when she was working as a hacker’s analysis info that Cerberus doing legal stuffand he starts leaking it so agent orange triesand killed his men shoot microand think they killand really the bullet his phoneand so survived because phones are bulletproof in this world Michael doesn’t hidingand pretends to be dead even from his wifeand kids who he watches from security cameras Scott Lange has finally finished serving his time in prison for his crime that really was not badand is released going to stay with his old cellmateand pal Luis he wants to see his daughter but his life is moved on to another guyand so that’s difficult in its with Luis his new friends Kurtand Daveand try to get a job at Baskin Robbins but Baskin Robbins always finds out tech is having run by Darren cross hang pencil protégé along with Hank’s daughter hope while Hank is on the world they some old tales of Hank’sand process about his own version of the suit called the yellowjacket only this one is way deadlierand fliesand shoots lasers cross also plans to sell this tech to Hydraand the 10 ringsand just the worst people thanks not too happy about thisand try to think of a plan to stopand even where Scott Lange ever since the very public Vista quick job I think Scott could be a good choice to take on the object stuff before gets into the wrong hands through a series of people think it’s got a tip about as mentioned Rob Casillas to see how good Scott really is what Scott eventually does only to find the entrance to he takes it tries it onand is terrified by the experience Hank is impressed with the skill cc but when Scott tries to return the suit he’s caught by the policeand cost breakdown in jailand tells of his pregnant with cross help is not awfully happy with how things are developing as she was to wear the MS student takedown cross but Hank does a letter because of how her mother died all those years ago so they trained Scott until he becomes great at the shrink tricky stuff even to friendsand called Anthony very good Scott also starts to get romantically involved with hopeand Hank reveals to help our mom diedand she is all well I totally understandand forgive you know dad even though you really could is only sooner I’m an adult you know they’re good now Scott needs advice from an old avenger space to steal the yellowjacket suit is there only to discover that it’s been renovatedand it’s now the new venture space is not by falcon who fights in man is defeated but also impressed by Scott’s abilitiesand less just called Scott’s good fortune that it wasn’t patient who was on patrol that day also by the way crosses going crazy because pen particles mess with the brain after all this Scott goes in to steal the yellowjacket suit but gets caught so him across FIFO while in a helicopterand then a briefcaseand in Scott’s daughter’s room to save his daughterand kill cross Scott go subatomicand saves the day but is temporarily trapped in the quantum realm where Hank’s wife Janet was left however he manages to get outand it’s all good after all this Hank believes that hope is finally ready to become a heroand so gives her the lost barber Scott is back his familyand his daughter Anna’s dosing hopeand never once happy now go back to the moon real quick a place we haven’t been for a while where the go inhumanand potentially the most unlikable character in this entire universeand human arguing about this American flag I am only mentioning this to see him forget that there’s an entire inhuman civilization just living on the moon while all this is happening back on earth the tomb salvaging company shows up in the area were scurvy’s to beand picks up small font Exceland some of this ends up in the hands of Hydra uses it to build a giant robot called ultimo but the manager show up at least those are leftand defeated now were getting into the Netflix world for a while first off Jessica Jones gets new job from Joy Meacham the sister of one Meacham was running red Enterprises will be manipulate it by’s dad was being controlled by the hand I give it a second to sink in again anyway she is Jessica to investigate the people around so she can blackmail them later if need be also Wilson Fisk is stilland by his he I mean jail because he such a big crime boss he start making connections there that Frank Castle has finally gotten all the resources he needs to kill the gangs he thinks were solely responsible for his family’s murder so starts going around doing that in the most brutal way possible starting with the Irish Mafiaand a gang called the dogs of hell is all happening in or near Hells kitchenand that Murdoch starts noticing the stuff so he starts investigating eventually as daredevil in a newand improved suit by the way he comes face to face of the punisher which ends with a bullet to the face that is seriously injured but survives fighting keep fighting that the vigilante stuff while Cassidy is going around the city killing pedophiles in such an entry castle manages to kidnap daredevil Jenny into a chimney where they learn about each other’s pastsand ideologies Castle takes a gun to daredevil’s hand pulse of the criminaland hasn’t had to shoot the criminal or he’s can do it because castle things killing your enemies is the way to go hello I thought a lot of the people daredevil Scott daredevil to try to kill anyway daredevil breaks outand has to fight through some angry bikers Castle unleashes on them later on Frank it’s kidnap by the Irish who brutally tortured him but eventually he gets out with their troubles help explain the situationand himand daredevil cool now but that is arrested that the craziness is now over but nope just now Electra shows up his old girlfriend then ninjaand potentially secret weapon for the handand she’s like a let’s find together because I see her doing that nowand so they do if I think he was a mainly with franking space to Karen what happened to his familyand the bondand become best is so daredeviland Electra are going around fighting the accuserand ultimately come across this giant pit the hand is digging in order to get Dragon bonesand to become immortal that still going on their tax by handand just until state shows up to save the day meanwhile on the lower side of things the punisher trial happensand during that Frank saw like an Angus into jail where he meets Wilson Fisk Fisk is like Frank nothings working everything but my biggest rival this person helped kill your family soand Frank Sykes say no more so he takes a that guy that this double crossesand try seven killed by Frank is just too good for that so Fisk lets them goand Frank tells Fisk to kill him when if he sees them again Frank it’s a geland mean wild animals like snow but again then ninja he thought he go before was brought back by the hand also their little kids being drained of their blood also for resurrection purposes through similar shenanigans the punisher keeps going around killing guys involved with his family’s murderand I will still have conflicting ideologiesand punish ends up killing an old Marine buddy of his Electra stick have a falling outand cystic trust tablets are killedand she didn’t like that so she tries to kill him will saves the dayand sticks kidnapped by the hand so Matt goesand save steak but while he’s doing that nobody reveals that Electra is a black skyand should be leading the hand she almost does but ends up joining their double insteadand the five images together real lasted I’m on right there after a hostage situationand Electra go up against like an infinite supply of hingesand Electra ends up sacrificing yourself for daredevil the punisher also shows up at the last minute to get daredeviland assist which is a pretty awesome moment not to lie no booze killed for real this time by stickand the good guys win except the hand takes Electra’s bodyand uses their Dragon magic to bring her back to life so she can work for them one of the five leaders of the hand the main one Alexandra comes to oversee her resurrection fog equatesand hours for Hogarth from Jessica Jones reveals he’s daredevil to Karenand the punisher goes off to kill everyone was involved with his family’s murder micro also wants answers about the whole Cerberus thing as a goes into Frank’s houseand puts the disk there with the video on it Castle’s unit in Afghanistan tortureand killing that innocent guy which Frank findsand takes with them tiny little break from the granite stuff here a witch just straight up which shows up in Londonand steals a magical artifact called the dark scepter however long case aliasand more masters of the Mystic arts show upand stop her a reminder that there’s magic in this world back to the streets now the gauge is now working at Pops barbershopand I know people disagree on what years these Netflix shows in particular take placeand they are confusing but based on the research I did this seems to check out anyway Luke also works of the barand one evening because he such a player he starts floating with detective Misty Knight the club Lucas working is also my cottonmouth now is a big shot crime boss’s cousin Mariah is a City Councilmanand is also pretty shady just more low key than enough strike is a hammer check from Justin Hammer for some good money but the operation goes wrong look secret half brother Willa striker is also involved here at the highest level is a big criminal now is now called diamondbackand is cottonmouth’s boss basicallyand so he sends in his body shades to make sure everything is running smoothly godmother still cool because these be friends back in the day but because the guy because the deal to go wrong is involved with pop one of cotton’s goons goes against disordersand shoots at the barbershop killing pop through this link in contrast to fightingand looks all like I really care for but not my radar so stop doing illegal stuffand calmness like know so we can start messing up his operation Luke also teams up with Claire Temple daredevil hotel buffet crimeand start a romance energy gets his hands on some bullets I can actually penetrate Luke’s impenetrable scan forand use them thoughand up having an argumentand so she murders him with a mic standand because the new big crime boss with shades help diamondback decides to team up with their setting out a plan to run the crime will do Harlem well Mariah does all the boring political stuff diamondback also shoots a cage twice with those magic bulletsand reveals that he’s actually his brother Claire takes her to the doctor who originated the experiment on themand they send an asset or boiling water something painfuland basically he’s restored to full strength while diamondbackand Mariah are running like a spear campaign against the cage to turn the people filed against them they do this through politicsand super shock loves Lucas backand FaceTime back in the police eventually diamondback shows up in a terrible super suitand even the punch each other for a bit is the end against diamondback partly with helping New York Spiderman style despite all his heroicsand proving himself a good guide to the policeand the people Harlem Lucasand back to prison because been discovered as Carl Lucas back in the day with your call despite being innocent broke out of prisonand so still needs to service time however one of Luke’s barbershop friends is a file that proves his innocence so he’s getting out soon also diamondback is taking them but I doctor who did this experienceand Luke so he’ll probably have some modifications the next time we see them there is a little bummed out that Luke is in jailand that they can’t get a cup of coffee for a while but she keeps itself occupied by starting martial arts training with help from Colleen way that martial artist to statically buy land but doesn’t really know that the hand is evil a bunch of little stuff happens here now firstly that kid who Iron Man said a while back Peter Parker is bitten by a radioactive spider which gives in special abilities like superstrength the ability to climb the wallsand having a dead uncle because he’s a genius kid he also designs web shooters that shoot superstrong webs also because he’s a good kid he realizes if you help people using his new powers he’s responsible for one bad stuff happens so he designs a pajama looking costume takes a living Spidermanand starts fighting little crimes in Queens now over with the Masters of the Mystic arts page 1and Margot find a group called the Dragon Raiders just FYI also falcon is still pretty impressed by thatand I guys a while back I think she could be a valuable asset to the team so he finds a way to contact with them through Luis about potentially joining the avengers Scots like well I cannot stay with my daughter right now but if you really need me yes give me a call we had about the shield team in a while but they’re still doing stuff around these husband Andrew turned into an inhuman call mile he did that is now a giant monster whose sole purpose really is to hunt other humans with humans popping up around the world now shields main mission objective is protecting in humansand training them is made harder because the government treats a group called the ATC you which is designed to track down superpowered people like humansand take them then basically they’re designed to replace yield now that shield has had to go underground in the ATC you is this guy called Malik once again is a big secret Hydra guy said he thought we were done with Hydra you were sorely mistaken the reason this ATC you exists is so Hydra can get a hold of all these in humansand use them you guessed it to make a super soldier army is not getting that seriously 99 of Hydra’s plans so shield in the ATC are fighting for to try to get Simmons off at alien planet which eventually doesand what is still working on rebuilding Hydra I guess Marilyn Stucker’s weightless cool son Werner to join him in a nutshell the main thing is shield us to start up a team of humans the inhuman hunting monster is out there going after them thing of lash is like a less strong or cool version of the book he changes in this monster at different times Olson is asking pretty close to one of the higher ups at the ATC you who isn’t actually evil but then worksheets are in the throat cycles is like I just have to crush discussed just Hydra also wants to get to the matter because they want to bring Benjamin back because they think will be a big secret weapon for them so word fits in Colson end up on an alien planetand cousins like mandatory wordand he crushes Ward’s chest with his robot handand then goes back to think that’s the end of Ward but then the superpowerful clinical human eye possesses corpseand then makes its way back to earth I was now leading Hydra through Ward’s bodyand he’s observing people for strengthand you know typical evil villain stuff so that any rent is still in and now going to basket CCI festand that’s what the iron fist does ever he starts missing homeand gets bored because he’s kind of a spoiled brat so just ramp runs away when the pass is open his eyes to go back to New York to take packs company because that’s I think it works because he’s also kind of a thundering dumbass doesn’t work focuses old friends join Ward Meacham if it were just go with it think is a crazy homeless person understandably wards think that that Harold is still kind of running the company while being controlled by the hand which he started to get kinda sick of becomes friends with Colleen at the dojo he also meets Claire Temple bananas put in a mental hospital he breaks out there with the power of the iron fist stocking 30 with Colleenand Bruce’s friends that it actually is an is coming back with the help of Jerry Hogarth he kinda sucks a business though because he’s been living among city in another dimension for the past decade ends of meeting Harold whose IK we should work together can sometimes take a controlling me so you can go kill themand I like gathers the main purpose in life I had to hand them gal the hand is still selling heroinand Denny’s unhappy about that science of beating herand agreeing to a series of challenges the loser has to pack upand get out of the city anyways but Manga breaks the promise but she’s got ancient society superpowers so there’s not much you can do about it Danny keeps consistently sucking a ring’s company so he’s married now by the board along with the Meacham’s words also super pissed at is that Harold is he took all of his money so he tells Harold bio comes back thanks to the hand Danny Colleenand Claire go to Chinaand take them gal realizes that Ward killed him so he frames them for drug possessionand so Ward gets locked up in the asylum Harold of its joy to be his new number two Danny also made potato Colleen so teacher was also secretly when the 5 m of the handand find out about thisand is in the fan now this guy called divers who isn’t that Dallas is days old friend from and he shows up to help Dannyand Colleen Joyce into saying that the hand probably his neck in the end after helping Dallas is like take the path to come on is open right nowand you’re supposed regarding it what the hell manand I was like well you know is boringand decides to team up with Haroldand joy to take on handand the Kudo but the kudos now working with wordand long story short is defeated but runs away Dallas is not a Danny but they work it out kind of data gets frame for drug stuffand goes in the runand Harold is the bag on the endand tries to take over the company Danny Lord in the big final battle team up kill Haroldand burn his corpse so he will come back to life now Ward is running the companyand Dallas teams of joyand maybe not out to kill Danny down the lineand then sends a team led by lecture to come on which again has no iron fist protecting it they kill a bunch of the monks there it’s pretty brutal the entrance is then close for safety so no one knows when it’ll open up again because back to check out the passand find the city is goneand some abilityand he realizes he probably should state to protect it also Luke Cage sends Claire letter from prison because there still thing overand cover Taj at this point Casillas is starting to get kinda pissed with Angel on it if you like his training isn’t getting him what he wants to start having some friction with most the Masters there also finds out that the angel on his drawing power from the dark dimension which he thinks is pretty have a critical because he must use the dark dimension to see his dead family againand to gain immortality but the angeland told him no because a bunch of people that the ancient one is withholding informationand they should bring tomato from the dark dimension to earth to golf it in eternity forms to rise up against the ancient one they break into the libraryand cover tiesand steal some pages from the ageless book about the dark dimension one tries to stop them but they get away in the end one point Rogers well the shielding goes to Mexicoand meets the human called yo yo who has superspeed who eventually joins the ranksand eventually becomes next girlfriend also Bobby Hunter leave the team because they were so staff spent off but that didn’t happen somewhere venturesand Sue Shield has an inhuman team but highest the inhuman Hydra God takes control of Daisy’s mind because he can do thatand turns against the team just as a vision of the future where one of them diesand other important detail there’s this group called the watchdogs which is basically inhuman racist who are going around killing humans as they plan by the way is to make every human in the worldand in human goes against Dr Ratcliff a scientist who he thinks can help them re create the original Cree experiment that native humans in the first place he realizes he needs actual Cree blood to do it so he sends a signal to the Creed to get some to come downand they do in a fight ensues they’re both taken out but also rendered useless however some Cree blood from daisies used from when she was saved without original Cree corpse long story doesn’t really matter experience go half rate asand it turns peopleand these gross disfigured mindless things meanwhile Scott laying after successfully cross job is still training is at man with Hankand hope that at some point here he upgrade to suitand test out new tech that allows him to become giant he tries it onceand passes out but hey it works Peter is continuing to Spiderman around the city at one point stopping a car crashand getting caught on camera the footage is uploaded to YouTubeand catches the eye of Tony Stark who keeps it in his watch later until he really needs it he’s got bigger stuff to think about right now is right around this point people are starting to take more notice of how much damage the superheroes have actually caused in their superheroand the guy who’s all over this is unsurprisingly general Ross from the days he needs of the presidentand his appointed Secretary of Stateand start talking about how they can keep the stuff moreand check the start of on the ideas for the Segovia cords basically a way of regulating superheroes with more oversight by forcing them to register with the government while this is happening Frank Castle continues his killing spree of people who were involved in this family’s murder going from truck murder to sniper murder to the bathroom murder is getting what he thinks is all them in a decides to move all of his life is the whole point the punisher was to avenge his family so that’s done now or so he thinks also after lectures not has stopping daredevil for a few months now because he’s just too sad things are not bad though foggy Nelson get some helpand I got in the barbershopand clears the cages nameand Lucas at a prison loop is up with Claireand they get that coffee they’d wanted Jessica Jones comes across lecture during one of her cases is still doing whatever the hand once rememberand objective Dragon bones under New York immortality the only problem is those Dragon bones are essential foundations for the city so the removal of them is causing serious earthquakesand could eventually to the whole city collapsing is also hiring a bunch of Harlem kids to help them kill and or clean up the mess is left behind by their enemies cages about this news like I got to protect the people of Harlemand Danny Randy is about this is like I gotta take a hand saw this lease to them crossing pathsand having a bit of a fight every day become friends because of their mutual friend Claire through fortuitous circumstances Jessica’s tracking guy connected to the handand that Murdoch ends up being her lawyerand also gets interested in the case so all four of them end up at the hands buildingand start fighting their ninjas electro sent into daredevil surprise but doesn’t remember him remind you of anyone but they all managed to get out of thereand go hide out in a Chinese restaurant where the become more acquainted state gets kidnapped by the hand but gets out of there by cutting off his own hand get itand goes to talk to the team Alexandraand had followed to see Alexandraand the hand is a whole knee iron fist alive because his iron fist is the key to open the gate to the sweet sweet Dragon bones if I happens electro starts remember who she isand that offenders get their hands on one of the hands main leaders also have their superhero team name is the defenders this guy is not of much help thoughand so stick to set off is not happy about this because they’re running out of there immortality juice the defender starting though because they’re like if the hand need you Danny we should probably had your wayand then he does what he does bestand is a whiny baby so they’ll punch him for a whileand then time however stickand typical stick fashion thinks that he might in the world so I’m getting kill him but lecture shows upand kill stickand tasty on fist to the hand she also kills Alexandra as she wants to be in charge I guess Jessica Jones find out more about that whole get it will found a while back with hands digging for Dragon bones after Lilith over the police that offenders minus Danny fight the hand plus the got Colleen to help Danny accidentally opens the gates of the Dragon bones because of course he doesand other defenders are fighting to hand in a lecture while also trying to block building so the hand can destroy New York the kudos guild Misty Knight loses an armand the offenders whenand get out of there butback to talk to Bucky I mean Electra yesterday heard the building collapses on the master kissingand that he saved by some nuns think look that they savedand that doesn’t actually die thank God it’s time to introduce another very important character very late in the game a Stephen strange is an amazing surgeon but he’s also super arrogantand kind of addict’s ex girlfriend also works with him called Rachel McAdams one day he’s drivingand textingand he crashes his car crushing his amazing surgeon hands in his life because he can’t be an awesome surgeon anymoreand he somehow even more awful to sex than usual really his life is just falling apart he starts to find ways to heal himself however ridiculous eventually he comes across Jonathan born the guy who trained with the ancient oneand was cured so strange has two Taj is there more to one of the masters takes into the ancient one because of all the crazy ultra dimensions there are at least the trip used ones he’s like help me learnand she’s like no your grossand sad in a terrible person but he pleadsand stays her door so she reluctantly changes her mind so strange that’s learning how to control the Mystic artsand other dimensionsand make hologram shieldsand whatnot with the help of Moto the ancient oneand the bookkeeper Wong who he befriends is about the different symptomsand how they protect worldand trains for several months along the way he also stumbles upon the times done sitting in a handy necklace the INI tomato figures out how to been time with it more unwanted like you don’t do that you could get stuck in a time loop anyway at one point you stuck to Mount Everest restraining just while all this other stuff is happening remember Stephen strange is getting great a magic this whole time so U ventures all trained upand going on missions also still looking for Bucky the next hydrogen in Lagosand think it might finally be Bucky but as they get there they realize it’s actually Brock Romo crossbones who understoodand is planning on suicide lineup himselfand Capt. 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lettalady · 3 years

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Made up fic title: New Conversations

I’ve got to admit that I’ve been listening to the WISH series playlist today so when this prompt came in my brain said: eh let’s stick with where we’ve been all day. Hurrah for breaking out of the pattern? In the past I’ve built new stories around the prompts... this time I see it as a moment from the world of WISH - something that takes place not in WISH5 [Wish Among the Stars] but in WISH6. I know I know. Finish what you’ve started, Letta. I’ll get there. Promise.

The feeling of wrongness has settled deep within you. It’s not just these corridors, the ill-at-ease feeling leeching into you at the mere thought of having to call this abandoned HYDRA base a temporary home. There’s a small comfort in the familiar tug of Earth’s gravity, something you hadn’t realized you’d miss quite so much, but there’s still that off feeling. Knowing that the world will keep on spinning regardless of your presence is one thing... returning to the world and witnessing the changes, big and small, is quite another. In some ways everything is the same, in some ways it feels as though the world has spun right off it’s axis.

Between training sessions Loki and Thor have been giving you space - space to process, space to breathe, space to adjust to the new normal. Quietly sitting isn’t in the cards. Dwelling isn’t helpful. Instead you’ve taken to exploring the compound, clearing hallways and rooms just like you used to do in the substation in the subarctic. Every room cleared, every weapon or ration or item that can be put to use added to the collection, eases some of the tension thrumming through you... every trap uncovered - and carefully disarmed - tightens the cord again.

The added distance between you and Loki makes everything worse. You’d like nothing more than to disappear in the quiet chill of his embrace, to lose yourself in the blissful state of his body being connected to yours, but even the prolonged proximity during training is taking a toll. You refuse to risk his life further in the pursuit of momentary pleasure. The midnight stains that once merely graced your fingertips now engulf your hands, and though he claims to feel fine even Thor has noted a change in Loki’s demeanor.

"There’s no guarantee this plan will work.” Thor breaks his silence from a few paces off your flank, plucking one argument out of many out of the ether. The crackle of his temper is almost a physical pressure on your skin. “This scheme of my brother’s.”

Just like during today’s training session you’re unable to control the urge to snort in response. You stomp on without your usual care to clear the area you’re passing through, lashing out your frustrations at the only Odinson within earshot, “Grow up. ‘Scheme.’ Just because we’re following his plan and not yours.”

"I grew up at his side. I know my brother’s mind. Whatever information he shares, whatever he says, there’s more at play.”

Like you don’t know that? And his implication is - what - that simply because he grew up with Loki he had any better insight into what drove his brother? You’re well aware that Loki plays things close to the chest. And what of Thor’s motivations? What of your own? Both the brothers had their own reasons for wanting to return to Earth, for wanting to reach out to SHIELD. Neither, it seems, has thought to question your sudden reversal - your willingness to return.

#ask games: fic titles #ok ok ok so it's less a title and more a chapter header #and yea I kinda got carried away there with the future WISH things #but the conversations and what happens after are planned and plotted and taunting meeeee #loki wish series #loki and thor and our agent #ourladybinxthings

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iamartemisday · 4 years

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90 and 32 for Loki and your choice?

Is there really a choice? lol

Pregnancy Fic + Unexpected Virgin

...hoo boy.

Okay, so Loki decides one day to go to Midgard. No real reason why. He’s just bored.

While there, he meets some mildly interesting people, including a young woman about to graduate college named Jane Foster. She’s just escaped an incredibly painful blind date and Loki further helps her avoid the hapless human by pretending to kiss her in an alleyway. Her hot breath on his face actually makes him think of kissing her for real, but that’s a ridiculous notion. What kind of prince would he be cavorting with mortals?

Regardless, as they talk about life and Jane’s plans for grad school, he finds himself intrigued by her. She’s highly intelligent for her species and while her grip on the Bifrost could not be more basic, if anyone was going to figure it out, he’d say it was her.

Over the next month or so, Loki starts visiting Midgard and Jane more and more. As far as she knows, he’s another student like her home for summer break. As they grow closer, Loki thinks more and more about what it would be like to kiss her. Finally, the day comes and by Odin, can she ever kiss.

Of course, there’s no way something like this can last. Even putting aside Loki’s greater longevity, there are so many people out there he’s pissed off. If they know a vulnerable mortal woman has caught his eye, no way they won’t take advantage.

That’s how Jane ends up a hostage of one of Loki’s many enemies. He is able to save her and kill the perpetrator, but he realizes now that their relationship can only end in pain. He knows now just how deeply in love with her he’s fallen. He loves her so much that he can find it in himself to erase every trace of him from her memory. Everything from their first meeting to the day they first kissed. He gives her one more kiss before he leaves her, pouring all his love and magic into it. Along with a wish that one day, somehow, their paths would cross again.

And so, Loki leaves her. Jane wakes up the next morning in her apartment with no recollection of her harrowing adventure or the prince she once loved. It’s as if nothing ever happened.

Except as the days go by, Jane starts to have some odd symptoms. She’s weirdly sick in the morning and feels faint during the day. She’s moodier than usual, only wants to eat food she hates and gets random headaches.

There is an obvious answer that is also completely impossible. Jane is not ashamed to admit she’s never had sex (like it even matters how long someone waits). In fact, she hasn’t dated since that one awful blind date a few months ago (every time she thinks about it she feels sad for no reason, and she still can’t figure out why). Days later, the symptoms persist. As a joke, she buys a home pregnancy test. Not like it’s going to mean anything.

The test comes back positive.

Jane buys three more. All positive.

She goes to the doctor, who confirms it.

Pregnant.

Now, this is a major problem because again, Jane has never had sex. She rarely drinks and hasn’t been to a bar recently. A few guys in her department like her, but there was no way they’d ever do something like that to her. Right?

The time frame of conception is determined. Jane recalls a day during that time when she did go to the bar, and now that she thinks about it, her memory of that week is a bit spotty...

At that point, Jane, being the determined woman she is, decides she can’t worry about what might’ve happened right now. She needs to think about what is happening. The obvious answer is abortion. That or adoption. How can she, a grad student going into astrophysics of all things, take care of a child? It’s not that she doesn’t want kids, it’s the idea never even crossed her mind because she’s just that focused on her goal.

Now, motherhood is an actual reality. It’s still early enough for her to make an appointment at the clinic. She’s online researching, still unsure if she’s actually going to call, when she feels something. At first, she thinks she’s imagining it. She feels her stomach and there it is again. The tiniest movement. Maybe not even a movement at all. Maybe just a heartbeat...

At that moment, something fundamental within Jane changes. She closes her current web search and opens a new one on pregnancy guides and nearby baby stores.

A few months later, Jane’s daughter is born. While it’s definitely a bit on the nose given the circumstances, Jane can’t resist writing Christina on the birth certificate.

It’s not as hard as she thought it would be. Erik and her mother are both huge helps. They immediately fall in love with the baby and watch her while Jane is at school and studying. By the time she gets her degree, Christina is five and has spent the last few years providing constant encouragement for her mother. She walks at Jane’s side during her graduation. She gets a little stuffed bear with a cap and gown while Jane gets her doctorate.

The next few years are a bit hectic. Jane tries to give Christina as much stability as possible. They live in one place for a few years while Jane teaches at the university and builds up goodwill with the staff in order to get the grant money she needs to fund her research. Her efforts finally pay off when Christina is about to turn nine. Jane sets up her lab in New Mexico and they move there for the summer. They might stay longer depending on what Jane finds, but she doesn’t tell Christina that just yet. She’s already complaining about how boring Puente Antiguo is.

To entertain herself, Christina reads and writes about all sorts of fun adventures she could be having. She’s never showed her mom this, or anyone for that matter, but she has a few strange little talents no one else seems to have. For example, she can sometimes move things around without touching them. One time, she swears she turned a mean kid’s hair blue when he was bullying her and her friends. Snakes seem to really like her. She can’t talk to them like Harry Potter, but they do follow her sometimes. There are tons of snakes in New Mexico, but she’s not too bothered by it. They all seem pretty nice.

Soon Darcy arrives and she more or less bonds with her new boss’s kid. When some guy in town starts hassling Darcy, Christina asks one of her snake friends to make him go away and the guy never comes back. Another guy makes fun of Jane on the street, calling her a crackpot. He rather suddenly trips over nothing and knocks a few of his teeth out.

Jane does notice a lot of this stuff, but not once does she think to connect it to her innocent daughter. Meanwhile, Christina is well aware that she’s the one doing this. Somehow or other, she does have powers no one else has, and she’s starting to realize just how strong those powers might be.

It all comes to a head with the arrival of Thor. Jane went out with Darcy and Erik to watch for an incoming storm. Christina had to stay home, as this could be dangerous. So, of course, she snuck along in the back hidden under a blanket. She’s right there when Thor falls from the sky. Terrified that they’re all about to die, Christina unleashes a HUGE wave of magic. Big enough to disrupt the bifrost and send Thor flying into a nearby rock formation. He hits his head hard, and as he is now human. this is not an insignificant injury.

In fact, when they get to the hospital, the poor stranger has already slipped into a coma. Jane is left to comfort her hysterical daughter who won’t stop blaming herself for what happened, She finally admits the truth about her powers to Jane and demonstrates by summoning a pen from the nurse’s station. Jane is shocked and has no idea what to do. Christina interprets this as her mother being scared of her and runs away. Jane chases after her. By the time she turns the corner, Christina is gone. Jane searches the entire hospital, but her little girl is nowhere to be found.

Now comes Loki. He’s been pretty out of it ever since losing Jane. Though it’s been close to a decade on Earth, that barely feels like a week to him. Now Thor has been banished, he has some truly uncomfortable questions to ask Odin about his origins, and to top it all off, one of his old enemies has just randomly appeared with a little girl in tow.

(NOTE: I honestly have no idea who the enemy would be. If I actually wrote this I’d just figure it out later)

His enemy mocks him for growing soft and not protecting his progeny like he should have. Loki has no idea what the hell this guy is talking about until he gets a better look at the girl. Her midnight black hair, terrified blue eyes, that face just like a younger Jane.

Jane...

He hadn’t looked in on her since he left. He just couldn’t bring himself to. Now he wishes to all his ancestors that he had. The enemy issues a challenge, daring him to come and save his newfound daughter. He disappears with Christina, and try as he might, Loki can’t trace where they’ve gone. He has a few ideas, but he’s going to need some help.

And he’s going to need to correct some old mistakes as well.

At the hospital, the police have arrived and are searching for the missing girl. Jane curls up in the waiting room, thinking of everything that led them to this point. If only she hadn’t accepted the grant money. If only she’d gone somewhere else to search for bridges. If only she’d paid enough attention to her own fucking child to know that she was literally psychic. Or magic. Or something!

While she cries, a shadow appears over her. When Jane looks up, a tall man with dark hair and eyes like Christina is watching her.

It all comes flooding back.

She remembers Loki. She remembers their kiss, that monster thing that kidnapped her. Loki saved her, and then he told her they’d never see each other again. Then she woke up at home as if from a dream and it was like he never existed at all.

But he had. She knew now that she had, and she had a daughter to prove it.

Which still begs the question of how. She knows now that they definitely didn’t have sex. Loki’s theory is that his magic somehow infused with latent abilities within Jane herself (she might actually have a small percentage of Asgardian in her) and created a child born of them both. It’s a tenuous idea at best, but it’s all he has right now, and who even cares how Christina was conceived. Point is, she exists and she’s been kidnapped and Thor is in a freaking coma now and can’t help them. Time to gear up and save their kid!

Not going to go into too much detail here as I’ve already written way too much. Basically, Loki teaches Jane to harness the magic within. She already knows a few knife tricks from self-defense classes, so Loki gives her a new knife that never dulls and is virtually indestructible. When she’s ready, they strike out to find their daughter in the enemy’s secret hideout. At some point, Thor wakes up and rushes to help his brother. His willingness to go to a far off planet and fight to the death for a child he’s never met makes him worth of Mjolnir again at just the right time. Loki and Jane rescue their little girl, who instinctively knows her father the moment she sees him. The enemy is defeated and now they’re free to start over and live as the family they were always meant to be.

#Lokane #Loki #Jane Foster #fic prompt #fic I won't write

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heaven don’t have a name—q.b.

Requested by fandomizedtrash

A/N—I lost the actual ask because I am a clown, but the general idea was Quentin Beck attempting to seduce a (reader) SHIELD agent to further win the masses over in his attempt to become the world's greatest superhero. What happens when he starts to fall for her himself? (as far as a sociopath like him can fall, that is). I tried not to woobify him too much, (I mean he DID hold a gun to a sixteen year olds head and tried killing like three other minors, along with Fury and Hill, but the man’s a five course meal, so fan fiction I shall write).

Also, I am aware that I may have screwed up by making the air elemental first, as opposed to being the second one that attacks. That being said, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I had way too much fun with this one, friends and foes.

(I used a Jeremy Renner song title for this, what about it)

The energetic music blaring through the bar seemed to add to the uneasiness you felt as you lamented upon the past one more time.

The Avengers were effectively dead, and you still didn’t know what to do with that knowledge.

It had been just over a year since the Avengers had battled Thanos one last time and over a year since your life had drastically changed once again.

You weren’t too sure where your life had gone in the following months as you helped to rebuild the world from the ashes.

Or where it was headed, for that matter.

Despite the pretty words that had been said for your fallen teammates so long ago, it was still so difficult to grow accustomed to a world without them.

Steve, who you had grown to love as a sibling, had given up his life in this time to return to the world that had been taken from him. Last you heard, he was in Brooklyn now, living out his final days in silence. It had seemed he’d gotten the quiet life he’d always desired, something you envied.

Tony, whose heart and mind always competed for mastery over him, had led the final hurrah against Thanos with an act as simple as snapping his fingers. Tony, who had brought the world into the future more than once, just as his father before had done.

And then...Natasha.

Nat, who shouldered the responsibility of keeping the world together in it’s darkest time had given her soul itself, or so Clint had said. Nat, who you’d followed around like a happy pup in your first years at SHIELD, and who had taught you more about being apart of SHIELD than anyone else had. Nat, who you stayed up with most nights to try and fix every single problem during those five years, solved the biggest one by giving her life.

Even a year later, you still couldn’t move on and find purpose in the way that others had.

Thor was offworld with Rocket Raccoon’s crew after shirking his responsibilities as King. Last you heard, Brunnhilde was running the new Asgard like a well oiled machine.

T’Challa, who resumed carrying the same responsibility, was equally busy with restoring Wakanda to the power house that it had been revealed to be. Maybe give earth another long leap into the future, just as Tony had done.

Judging by the cryptic message that Sam and Bucky had left behind several months ago, they had decided to take it upon themselves to bring certain people to justice. An unrelated story a month later had informed you that Helmut Zemo had been declared missing from the Joint Counter Terrorist Center.

Clint and Scott were off with their respective families, each reveling in the retirement that they had sought for so long.

Rhodey followed in retirement, but still interfered as much as he could with what remained of Stark Industries. You thought you’d seen him flying around Manhattan once or twice, too.

Wanda had insisted on hiding out in the meantime, taking up teaching while she did so. You thought it suited her.

Even Carol, who was busy watching after the stars, hadn’t been heard from in months.

You wondered how Fury felt about that.

You couldn’t even begin to think about which dimension Doctor Strange was in at that moment; was he rebuilding elsewhere, too?

While you’d once been part of a team to keep the peace on earth, you were now following Fury and Hill in their attempts at making the world safer, as if there had been any threats in the fourteen months that had passed.

To say you didn’t feel needed anymore was an understatement.

Your finger ran around the rim of the glass as you recalled what had been your breaking point.

You had thought that sharing a celebratory bottle of bourbon with Rhodey had been much warranted, yet it resulted in you divulging your insecurities about the uncertain future. He was more than understanding, and you’d nearly cried when he’d spoken next.

“You’ve spent a year trying to go back to normal. We don’t even know what normal is anymore. Why don’t you try living in the new world?”

Fury, meanwhile, had other plans for you.

He’d stopped you on your way to the airport ticket counter in the middle of the night just shy of a week ago.

“Looking for a little vacation time?”

“Hard to believe that you’re not after everything that’s happened,” you had said. He had crossed his arms in a very Nick Fury way and replied, “Nick Fury doesn’t take vacations.”

You had laughed at that; however, when he had gifted you a mobile device and his usual no-nonsense stare, you knew that your vacation would have to be postponed. Even incognito, Fury still had the ability to frighten you.

Something about electro-magnetic pulses that Hill had noticed, and another lecture about how Earth still needed someone to look after it.

“Your team might be gone, but the idea of the Avengers isn’t. You got anything better to do?”

At risk of sounding like a petulant child, you wished it didn’t have to be you.

It wasn’t all bad, though; Morocco had quite a lot to offer.

You had briefly cursed Fury for taking away your opportunity for self-reflection, but he was right: you had nothing else to go to.

You would always be a part of SHIELD.

You’d always be an Avenger.

With that melancholic thought, you finished your second scotch of the night and slid off of the barstool.

Day two, and the energy pulses had remained stagnant.

‘So much for an otherworldly threat,’ you thought.

You shoved your hands in your pockets as you began to trail towards your hotel, not paying particular mind to the greying clouds in the sky.

It was when a gust of wind made you shiver that you stopped in your tracks.

A glance at your phone reminded you that it was due to be nearly 70 degrees that evening, with no chance of wind.

Or storms.

As you pocketed your phone, you observed the graying skies in the distance and the way the wind picked up.

A clap of thunder roared through the sky.

The uneasiness you had tried to quell with your trip to the bar reared its head once more; was Fury getting under your skin, or was there something more sinister hiding under the ground of Morocco?

Several more cracks of thunder sounded across the horizon, and you were thrown off by just how idyllic it had been just a little bit before.

Not a cloud in the sky, you had mused before entering the bar.

You pulled your hair back when the wind roared louder this time, and you happened to see a few teenagers warning each other in Arabic. Even with a very basic understanding, you gathered that they were telling each other to book it.

Your gaze shifted from the kids to the storm again, and you frowned. It couldn’t be Thor back, could it? His storms were always so much more...organized. This was unprecedented. Disorderly.

Was Fury right? Was it another extra-terrestrial attack?

You blanched at the thought of Thanos returning somehow.

Small groups of people slowly exited from the block you stood at, some of them muttering about the buzzkill weather.

Another, much larger gust of wind hit you, nearly throwing off your balance.

Your phone rang then, just as another loud crash of thunder was heard from the mass that grew in the sky.

“Energy pulse is rising. What do you see?” Fury said on the other end, as straight to the point as ever.

“Far from what the forecast predicted,” you breathed. “A massive stormcloud with the wind speed of something I’ve never encountered.” At that, you shivered as another long gust hit you.

“Marrakech isn’t known for tropical storms,” Fury pointed out. “And even if they were, they wouldn’t be giving off the kind of readings that this thing is. Keep your eyes up. I’ll do the same. If either of us see something, we alert the other ASAP, understood?” Fury concluded. You gave an affirmative before hanging up your phone. As you pocketed it, you furrowed your brow.

Why couldn’t the world go more than a year without some sort of cosmic disaster raining down on you all?

You reprimanded yourself for thinking Fury had no business sending you out this way.

He was absolutely paranoid, but he was right.

He was always right.

You gazed at the growing storm, and were taken aback by it as your eyes were able to properly register what it was. The maelstrom, if that’s even what you could call it, had arranged itself into a body. Moreover, it looked like it had a face.

You dropped your gaze long enough to observe the passers by in the area. While most of them were tucked into each other to avoid the freezing wind, you saw that a few were recording the unprecedented change in weather.

Your focus shifted to the area over which the amalgamation was hovering. You were no Clint, but you could see that people were still leisurely occupying the area.

You began jogging in the direction of the storm; you heard a few people telling you to turn away from the monster, but you ignored their cries to leave, and continued your trek.

Fortunately for you, there were very few tourists to actually escort from the area. Occasionally, you veered from you path to order people out of the area and to find a safe place, trying your best to sound calm.

As you neared the creature, the wind grew more and more violent, and you did your best to remain vigilant about the occasional sign that the wind had picked up.

You jogged from your route to approach a small group of people looking around wildly and speaking to each other frantically; one appeared to be trying to calm down a couple, and was speaking quickly in French.

“I need you to get out of here,” you said as you approached them, but half of the married couple stopped you.

“Mon fils!” the older woman cried as you approached her. “Où est mon fils? Mes Louis?”

You quickly calmed her as best as you could, and promised you’d find her son. When she refused to move from your side, you insisted that they find the nearest shelter. The boy’s mother stood for a moment, unwilling to leave her son behind. You felt your heart ache slightly at that, but you were adamant that they leave as soon as they could.

Another older woman informed you that the boy and his friend were last seen across the shopping center, right in the eye of the storm. You masked your cynicism, and thanked them for their time. The second woman nodded, and muttered reassuring things to the boy’s mother before leading her away.

Once they began to make their way in the opposite direction, you turned and started for the storm.

The closer you got to the maelstrom, the more things were being picked up. For a while, you did a pretty good job at avoiding tree branches and the like.

In your attempt to dodge a large remnant of a window, however, you managed to leap right into the path of more debris.

You grunted as the wood knocked you right to the ground. Pain blossomed on the right side of your face, and you had to brace yourself against the road before standing back up to continue your venture.

Just under one hundred feet from where the creature was hovering, you ended up in a small, seemingly abandoned market. You heard the sound of someone swearing in French, and looked around until you found a teenager not too much younger than Peter Parker.

He was clutching his phone angrily, and sitting on the ground as he tried to make a phone call.

His wet eyes found yours, and he seemed slightly hopeful.

This had to be the missing kid.

“Louis?” you asked.

He nodded again, before growing worried.

“Ma famille?” he asked frantically.

“Sûr,” you told him calmly, as you helped him up from his spot.

“Your family took shelter nearby,” you said, silently thanking Steve for the many French lessons he’d gifted you. “If you can’t find them, then get to safety before the storm gets here.”

The kid shook his head, his eyes going wide in panic.

“My...friend, Blase. He’s stuck,” the boy said.

Before you could ask him where the other kid was, Louis began to jump over debris to lead you to where the other boy was. In a nearby parking lot, you saw a boy around the same age laying on the ground. He groaned in pain as he gripped his thigh.

True to Louis’ word, you saw that the other boy was struggling underneath of the remnants of a roof. You kept your cool as you approached him, and you prayed to whoever was up there that the kid wouldn’t lose his leg in the middle of the storm.

Louis spoke gently to his friend, assuring him that you were there to help them out.

“Blase?” you said. The boy was fearful as he looked at you.

“I’m going to get you out of here, okay?”

He nodded stiffly.

“Louis, I need you lift as much as you can from that side,” you ordered. The boy was only too happy to help. You grabbed the other end of the wreckage and lifted as much as you could. You didn’t blame Louis for running away to get help. The thing was heavy.

Once you lifted it up substantially, you peeked under to see the state of his leg.

From underneath, you saw that the boy’s leg looked crushed. You kept your face even, not wanting to scare either of them.

“Can you move from under?” you asked, and you started to feel the weight from the debris grow heavy. Blase grunted, but wiggled his way out from underneath the roof. When he was far enough away, you told Louis to let go.

The two of you dropped it, and you rushed over to check the other teen’s injury.

“There’s nothing I can do for you here. I need you two to go back. Maybe find your family along the way, but definitely get medical assistance if you can.”

As if to emphasize your point, the creature roared again. Without missing a beat, you helped Louis pick up his friend, and helped adjust his weight accordingly.

“Thank you,” Louis said, and you nodded in response.

Blase opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing. You followed him to see what had surprised him so, and couldn’t believe the sight.

A newcomer had arrived on the scene, dressed in what you could only compare to Roman armor.

It wasn’t anyone you recalled from the attack on the Avengers base last year, and you didn’t seem to recognize him from SHIELD’s radar so many years ago.

You were mesmerized as he flew around the monster, striking it often with green bolts not unlike what Wanda produced. Who was it? It wasn’t often you were missing so many different variables in an equation like this.

You felt your feet inch you closer to the attack.

You pulled the gun from your holster, and warned the kids one last time.

“Go!” you said over the shrieking of the storm. Louis glanced between the gun, the storm, and you. Without another word, he adjusted his grip on Blase, and the two began their trek around the fallen trees.

As you turned around, you could practically hear Fury in your ear telling you to book it before you were crushed like a bug under the monster.

But God were you curious.

Perhaps this is what Hill meant when she said that interfering was your downfall.

You jogged to get as close as you could without catching the attention of the creature. The more you looked at it, the more perplexed you grew. Perhaps it was an alien? If Thor was real, there wasn’t any reason that the Titans from Greek mythology couldn’t be real, right?

The stranger in the sky must have caught you staring, for when he was close enough, he called over his shoulder.

“You need to stand back. I don’t want any casualties,” he ordered from behind his helmet. Your gun was repositioned in your hand and ready to fire.

“Standing back isn’t really in my job description,” you shouted over the wind.

“Do what you like, but a gun isn’t going to do very much in a situation like this!”

He kept his gaze on you for a few moments longer, before swooping around to narrowly dodge a hit from the monster. In his departure, the creature managed to spot you on the ground below him.

You jumped over the debris that lay scattered around the area, and narrowly ducked the fist of the creature. It wailed again, and you turned around to fire a shot into it.

To your dismay, the shot did nothing but piss the creature off. You could see the flying man’s helmet turn in your direction.

In his moment wasted to watch you, the creature attacked its nearest enemy.

It knocked the man to the ground, and began to follow where he landed.

Shit.

Unsure of what else to do, you decided to get it’s attention again.

“Hey! Earth’s had more than enough weird stuff the last ten years, thanks!” you shouted at the monster, unsure if it would actually hear you. It roared in your direction, and rather than run, you shot at it a few times. You hoped that the flying man would be able to get his bearings again, and soon.

You ran away from the creature, doing your best to keep it from destroying more of the city than it already had.

You jumped over the nearest car and ducked behind it, gun still ready.

You took a few moments to catch your breath. What would your next step be? Calling Fury? You thought it a bit overkill to send in so much help when you had the green guy helping you out.

Assuming he wasn’t completed demolished from landing on the ground as hard as he did.

A nearby roar was heard again, and you cursed.

You stood up and shot one more round into the creature.

It saw you, and began lifting up some parked cars to throw in your direction.

As you ran, you were able to duck the cars, but were caught off guard when you were knocked off of your feet by the monster itself.

You weren’t sure how far you were thrown, but you had managed to land in a field.

Your back took all of the weight as you landed, and you released nothing more than a strained gasp on impact. You felt the breathe leave your body and were unable to move for a moment.

As you struggled to prop yourself up on your forearms, you saw the creature was still turned toward you.

From behind it, however, you could see that the newcomer had gotten back up. With his gaze in your direction, you felt he was trying to communicate something to you.

You crawled over a few feet, and grabbed the gun that had fallen from your grasp. You fired what very well may have been the last round in your gun, and swore as the monster advanced on you faster.

‘Anytime, green guy,’ you thought.

As if on cue, green bolts of light went through the creature’s middle. The monster turned around to attack the newcomer, but it moved too slowly. An inhuman sound came from it, and it slowly moved its hands around to catch it’s antagonist.

It was futile, however, as more of the same green light came from the man’s hands in a steady stream. You watched in wonder as the creature roared a final, deafening roar.

It collapsed into nothing, and you slid the mostly empty gun into your holster.

As you pushed yourself up, you felt a groan build in your throat. You stumbled your way across the field and into the parking lot. Fortunately for you, you were able to collapse upon a fallen palm tree.

The pain that you’d been doing your damndest to ignore took over most of your senses; you’d thought that the adrenaline had masked most of the pain in your face, but that changed when you were thrown by the typhoon-thing. You hated to think of how it would feel once the adrenal fatigue hit you.

“Son of a bitch,” you swore after you moved your jaw around.

You felt, quite honestly, like shit.

As you admired the now clear skies, you saw the mystery man’s silhouette against the setting sun, until he was before you. As he got closer, he dropped and walked your way.

“You’re bleeding,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, I noticed,” you said, resisting the urge to groan.

“Thanks for helping out,” he said then. “It was exciting to have an Avenger for backup.”

You were suddenly unsure of how he was able to see through his helmet.

“The Avengers don't exist anymore. Not in the way they used to,” you added, wiping your admittedly unsanitary sleeve at your head injury. “Or have you been living under a rock the last year?”

“Something like that,” he said with a hint of amusement. “Listen, are you okay? You seem like you’re pretty hurt. You took a pretty bad fall back there.”

“Uh, it’s...it’s nothing I haven’t felt before,” you stammered before attempting to stand up. You struggled slightly, and he offered a gloved hand to assist you. You took it, all the while suppressing a hiss.

“I know,” he replied. “If I remember correctly, you're the one who takes the most hits out of the group.”

You scoffed, and didn’t bother to hide the cynicism in your voice.

“Yeah, tell that to Tony Stark, or Natasha Romanoff. From what I hear, they got the worst of it.”

He didn’t seem to know how to respond to that, so the two of you fell into an awkward silence.

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t at risk of immediately dying. I should get going,” he said after a few moments, turning the other way. Just as he braced himself to fly, you caught his arm.

“Wait!”

He paused and turned to face you, and you let your arms drop to fall awkwardly at your sides while you spoke.

“You...I don’t know who you are.”

“Yeah, that’s probably true,” he replied.

You ignored his comment

“I mean...heroes aren’t masked symbols anymore. Heroes don’t get secret identities, not with—with governments and whatnot to monitor all of that now.”

“You’re right, they don’t. Not here, anyway,” was all he said.

You frowned, unsure of what he meant by that. Was he an alien, too? Was earth pulled into another inter-planetary dispute amongst aliens?

“So, what’s your game?” you asked, not bothering to hide your suspicion. He seemed to pick up on your tone pretty quickly.

“Look, I’m not here to join the Avengers, or get some sort of award,” he assured you after a moment. “I’m just trying to stop a threat I should have stopped sooner.”

That answered next to none of your questions.

“You know who I am. Why can’t I know who you are?” you pressed.

“That’s a long conversation. I’d prefer not to keep you out so late after all that’s happened.” There was a beat, and he spoke again.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Soleil.”

You frowned when he used your codename. No one had used it in a long time.

“Make sure to get looked at,” he reminded you, before turning away.

He flew away with a trail of forest green behind him, unknown to you and to the rest of the world.

You wondered where the guy had been this whole time. Who was he, and why was he just now emerging? Was he known to the other heroes, and you were just now catching wind of it?

As he disappeared from your line of sight, you turned your gaze back to the evening sky. As the sun set, the first few stars began emerging for the night, and you wondered just how many surprises this new world held.

The sound of a medical vehicle approaching surprised you, and you began the slow trek back to your hotel; you didn’t want to speak to anyone, not with the million questions that might be asked.

It was then that you felt another sharp sting as you breathed in.

Maybe he was right. You were hurting like a motherfucker just about everywhere.

●

Quentin sat on his bed while the rudimentary footage of the attack played over and over again on all of the major news networks; the first elemental had been pulled off without a hitch.

Without a major one, anyway.

He thought he’d been thorough when ensuring that the Avengers were nowhere to be found. As far as he was concerned, the Avengers were practically disassembled.

At first glance, he’d hardly recognized her. He’d wondered how she’d gotten all the way over to this part of the world with no backup tagging along.

What to do with a loose end like her?

Janice had called earlier, asking if the woman should be confined to the hospital under the guise of massive internal injuries.

Then, a thought struck him with the force of a lightning bolt— how the masses did love their superhero stories, and none was more heartbreaking than his. A battle-hardened warrior who had lost everyone who meant anything to him, as well as his home, no matter how hard he had fought to keep all of that?

How the sympathy and support would grow when he became involved with one of the original Avengers, someone just as broken and lonely as he was.

Someone who was disillusioned, and needed someone like him to give her hope.

“Keep an eye on her, actually,” he had said. “Let me know when she’s discharged, and try to find out where she’s staying,” he requested of his co-worker. “We could use someone like her.”

Then, he’d pondered just how he’d get her on his side. What did he know about her?

He knew she was the youngest to join, and did so during the Chitauri attack in 2012. He knew she had an affinity for blasters, something he noticed she was missing that evening. He also knew that she was one of the few original team members left.

The footage on the television continued to play, and he looked away briefly to answer a call from another coworker.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sending you the files you requested, and then some. Let me know if you need additional information,” Victoria said. Quentin pulled away to quickly scan his incoming mail.

The more he saw, the more he smiled.

“This should be plenty. Thanks,” he said appreciatively before hanging up.

He opened the first file, one that had been leaked when SHIELD was under fire back in 2014. He settled into the armchair as he started reading.

He had thought that maybe he’d have to add another casualty to his list, but the more he thought of the alternative, the more his smile twisted.

How poetic it was that it would be one of the Avengers who would ensure his acclaim with the rest of the world.

#Quentin Beck #quentin beck x reader #quentin beck x oc #mysterio #mysterio x reader #mysterio x oc #spiderman #spiderman: ffh #spiderman fanfiction #Avengers #avengers fanfiction #hdhan

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Bright Smile

Reader x Loki (Platonic Reader x Bucky, Platonic Reader x Thor)

Prompts: 2- I just wanted to see you smile

108- Don’t leave

33- You’re not alone anymore and you never will be again

Summary: The avengers don’t approve of Loki and reader’s relationship and aren’t afraid of letting her know.

A/N: One day I’ll post regularly. One day. Been struggling to manage my life lately tbh. Between work and uni and everything, my anxiety has been kicking my ass. (I cried in front of my boss, kill me now). I have many ideas, a couple I’ve written up but doubting them. Hopefully I’ll get more up soon because I actually enjoy writing when it’s not uni work, even if it’s not that great, who cares, I like it 🤣🤷‍♀️

Also my first Loki writing 😬🤞

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Y/N was happier than she had been in months. She had just been informed that Thor was returning. Which meant that Loki would also be returning.

Y/N and Loki had been together nearly a year and a half. A couple years after the battle of New York Thor had come back with Loki in tow.

Y/N had immediately seen the difference. He was quiet, stuck by Thor and, even though he kept his face and posture neutral, she could see the guilt in his eyes.

The Avengers, along with the rest of the city, were not happy with him being back. Thor had tried to explain in a calm manner, but they wouldn’t have it. He knew Loki wasn’t the best person, he hurt many people, including the Avengers. But it wasn’t entirely his fault and the Avengers needed to know this. If only they would listen.

Thor was a patient man, but even he had his limits and he loved his brother. When he snapped, yelling at his teammates, thunder clapped outside. That shut them up.Thor explained about how Loki had been taken, tortured and manipulated after he fell from the Bifrost. That the septre influenced him just as it had done to others. He was being used to attack New York, and the rest of earth, by the Chituri and someone else. Someone Thor was determined to get to.

Loki hadn’t wanted to return, knowing the damaged he caused. He was the God of Mischief; he likes to play games on people and trick them a lot. Especially Thor, he always fell for them. But he had become aware that his actions in New York were not acceptable and during his imprisonment on Asgard, he worked through what had happened. The truth about his past, his parentage and the manipulation.

Thor was glad to have his brother back and determined to prove he was not all bad. He could, in fact, prove to be helpful.

The Avengers concede to Loki staying on earth, but he was always to be watched. If he left the tower, someone had to be with him. By ‘someone’ they meant Thor. No one else wanted to deal with him, so he was kept under Thor’s supervision.

Over the following months, he found himself growing fond of Y/N.Thor enjoyed Y/N’s company. She was always intrigued to hear about Asgard and his adventures and just as enthusiastic to answer all his questions about Midgard. With Thor spending plenty of time with Y/N and Loki stuck with Thor, he got to know her as well.

It was a couple of months before Loki and Y/N talked directly, without Thor.

Loki often spent nights laying in his bed, room next to Thor’s, wishing he hadn’t given into Thor and instead stayed in his home. They had grown to accept him much quicker than the Midgardians. Although, he was raised as Asdgard’s prince, along with Thor, who they all trusted.

He had been pulled from his thoughts by the shuffling of feet past his room. His curiosity got the better of him. There were only three rooms on the floor he inhabited; his, Thor’s and Y/N’s. It was certainly not Thor as he could still hear the snoring through his wall.Y/N was seated in the kitchenette each shared floor had, mug in hand, watching the night life of New York below the tower.

Loki couldn’t understand why it was so difficult to find the courage to walk up to her. To ask her if she was ok. Why he even felt the need to know. But he eventually did. She genuinely smiled at him, something he hadn’t received from anyone since he arrived, and invited him to sit with her.

For a while they sat in silence. Watching the still busy streets at 3 in the morning. Loki understood why New York was ‘the city that never sleeps’.

Slowly and quietly, Y/N explained that she had a nightmare. She may not work in the field; she worked in the lab, on tech, schematics, behind the scenes type of work; but she still encountered enough.

Loki admitted to his own troubles sleeping. It surprised him how easy it was to talk to her. To tell this Midgardian things he had never said to anyone else.

It didn’t take long before they were in a comfortable conversation. Talking and laughing about Earth and Asgard, Thor and the Avengers, Y/N tried explaining some of her tech and Loki his abilities. Loki couldn’t help the smile on his face when Y/N laughed at his tale of stabbing Thor by pretending to be a snake. Thor loves snakes.

He found himself intrigued by Y/N and their nightly conversations became a routine for them. They grew closer and no matter how much Loki wished to deny his feelings, he was falling for her.

It wasn’t long before they kissed and admitted their feelings. For the following month and a half, they had kept their secret from everyone. Even Thor. He wouldn’t judge them, but they doubted he would be able to keep it from the rest. Until Thor and Loki had to return home.

The Avengers still didn’t know about their relationship but knew they had grown close. They thought they were friends and didn’t like it. They let Y/N know that every chance they got.

Y/N had tried to change their opinions of Loki. Reminding them about his torture and manipulation. Of how much he had helped them and even saved their lives since his return. But, like hypocrites, the Avengers wouldn’t give him a second chance.

By the time they returned a few weeks later, Thor had found out about the relationship. Surprisingly, he didn’t mention it to anyone. Didn’t even hint at it.

Loki and Thor were here and there over the following year. Never usually gone longer than four weeks. Keeping it a secret was going well until the last time they were back.

No-one usually came to their floor, so Y/N and Loki didn’t feel the need to hide. Unfortunately, something urgent came up in the middle of the night and Steve himself had come up to wake Thor.

Loki and Y/N were standing in front of the windows, where they spent their nightly chats. Loki’s hands gently placed on either side of Y/N face, thumbs lightly rubbing across her cheeks. Y/N’s hands rested on Loki’s chest, their lips connected.It wasn’t a messy kiss or a desperate kiss. It was sweet and loving. A kiss of a couple.

Steve was shocked and angry. A “what the hell?!” burst from him before he could think. Loki and Y/N leapt apart, fear etched on Y/N’s face and the three of them stared at each other in the darkness. Waiting for someone to make the first move.

Thankfully, Thor walked out, yawning and running a hand through his bed hair, demanding to know why he was woken. Steve had silently pointed at the couple, not taking his eyes away. Thor had brushed it off, not phased by old news, and asked why the captain was present at such an hour.

Steve had elected to ignore what he saw until the urgent matter had been dealt. Leaving Y/N to panic for the following 15 hours. Terrified for the outcome of everyone knowing her secret relationship.

She was right to be.

As soon as the mission was over, the matter dealt with, Steve alerted the others to what he had witnessed. What followed was a mass of yelling, questioning and insults thrown at Y/N without allowing her a chance to speak.

“what the hell are you thinking?”

“after everything he did to us?! To the city?!”

“he’s evil. He killed people.”

“he’s pretending, he’s tricking you. He is the God of mischief, a trickster.”

“You’re an idiot. You’re blind. He’s going to hurt you.”

For the following 30 minutes, Y/N was bombarded with hate from her ‘friends’. Thor and Loki hadn’t been there, leaving to their floor the second they landed to deal with a message they had received.

Once Y/N had managed to escape, she hid herself away. Curling into herself and crying until FRIDAY informed her that Loki was looking for her. She brushed away the tears and put on a brave face.

The message came from Heimdall, Thor and Loki needed to return to Asgard immediately and it was unclear when they would return. Y/N stayed brave as they said goodbye, telling each other ‘I love you’ before parting.

It hadn’t gotten easier for Y/N. It only got worse. The others wouldn’t speak to her. They didn’t invite her to hang out with them, or to events. They even kept her away from missions if they could. They took their tech to Tony or even Bruce to avoid her. Some of them even left the room when she entered. Y/N had stopped using the shared kitchen, opting to do what she could with the kitchenette on her empty, lonely floor.

It wasn’t just the Avengers, it was everyone else that worked in the building. It hadn’t taken long for word to spread. Soon enough everyone was whispering about her and her relationship.The only person who spoke to Y/N was Bucky. He had only been around a couple months when news of her and Loki was revealed. He wasn’t around during the battle of New York and wasn’t one to judge without knowing.

He had seen her walking around in the middle of the night, having decided it was easier to work when everyone else was in bed, and made the effort to talk to her. He didn’t have to be trained to see the pain and loneliness on her face.

He was still shy and adjusting to being around so many people, but he stayed and listened to every word she said. About how Loki didn’t have a choice, that what they did to him still brings nightmares. The fears and hurt he felt about how Odin lied to him, about who he really is. That no-one made an effort to know Loki, who he is when he’s free to be himself. How kind, gentle and loving he could be, honest and patient, but also funny. She loved him so much. But now he was gone, and she was alone. She lost everyone, but she loved Loki more than she thought possible and he loved her more than she had ever been loved that she didn’t want to lose him.

Bucky had listened and he understood. He too had been used by someone else to do bad things. Granted he had no choice whatsoever, but he could relate to being tortured and manipulated into things you would never choose to do. To feel guilty for the things you did.

He hated to see Y/N so broken up. In the brief time he had known her, she had been so friendly, so kind-hearted and compassionate. She was funny and smart. And she most certainly didn’t deserve the treatment she received just because of who she loved.

He still had his own troubles sleeping and made a point to join Y/N at night. Keep her company and show her she wasn’t entirely alone. It helped him too, kept his mind from his own horrors. Chatting, laughing and learning about the 21st century. He was glad to call her his friend, but he struggled to bring up the matter with Steve, failing the couple times he had tried. She had asked him not to the last time he had because she didn’t want him and Steve to argue. Not after all they had been through. So, he kept his routine, hoping it helped her at least a little.

And now, after nearly four months, Loki and Thor were finally back. Y/N had chosen to greet them back on their floor, avoiding the reunion with the rest of the Avengers.The brothers didn’t seem too put out when they entered their floor, used to the hostility Loki received from them that they didn’t acknowledge it or recognise it was different. So, Y/N chose not to say anything either. Just glad he was back.

But Loki isn’t an idiot. Thor may not be the most observant, but even he noticed by the end of the week. Y/N was not happy. She didn’t interact with the avengers; she spent her time either in her lab or on their floor. The only person they had seen her talk to was Bucky.

By the following week they had heard the whispers around the building. They noticed the way the avengers looked at their ‘friend’. They saw the pained look in her eyes and the sadness her body held. Loki missed her laugh and when she did smile, it wasn’t the bright one he loved.

He wanted to yell at the Avengers. To hurt them as they hurt her. But he chose instead, to make his beloved happy again. No matter what.

This didn’t stop him from being petty. Such as “accidently” passing salt instead of sugar for people’s coffee or using his magic to mess with them, but only slightly. Just enough to frustrate and annoy them. Subtly moving Tony’s tools when he put them down, a fly that wouldn’t leave Steve alone, tripping Natasha from across the room and so on.

But Y/N was his focus. She had been locked away in her lab all day, working on designs and building tech to help the team, even though they hadn’t asked for anything in months, when Loki practically dragged her away and back to their floor for a surprise.

The sight before her left her stunned. In their spot by the window, Loki had set up a fort. Pillows, sheets, fairy lights, the whole deal. Their usual drinks ready and her laptop out.

“I don’t know how to use it but I thought we should watch some of those movies you keep talking about”, Loki admitted.

He became worried by her shocked face, the tears in her eyes making him believe he had done something wrong. But Y/N was quick to pull him into a kiss, bright smile as she held his face and told him it was perfect.

“But why?”

“I just wanted to see you smile.”

He also admitted that Thor had assisted, wanting his favourite Midgardian to be happy again. Neither of them pleased with how the avengers were treating her but that making her feel loved was more important than revenge or at the least, a yelling match.

This continued for a month. Loki and Thor doing things for Y/N, whether it be in the tower or out in New York (mostly on Thor’s part), big or small. Getting a smile on her face or a laugh out of her was the aim and achieving this made them happy. She continued to have her conversations with Bucky, but usually when Steve and the others were out instead of the middle of the night. He was also doing better so tended to actually be asleep at night. He was just as happy to see her smiling.

Y/N knew it would happen eventually, but she wasn’t ready. She had overheard Thor; he was needed again and would be leaving soon. Which meant Loki would go too. He always did.

“Don’t leave.” Was the first thing out of her mouth once she found Loki, sitting in their spot reading a book.

“What do you mean, love?” Loki put his book down, turning to her in confusion.

He grew concerned at the fear in her face. Tears welling in her eyes.“I heard Thor. You’re leaving again. I don’t want you to go yet. I don’t want to be alone.”

Loki embraced Y/N, holding her tight in his arms as the tears slipped down her face. The Avengers didn’t deserve her. How could they hurt someone so perfect? He wasn’t going to leave her alone with them again. She may have Bucky, but that’s one man against the whole team. And he’s a man still healing himself, it would be unfair to pit him against them.

Pulling back, he kept his hands on Y/N’s arms, looking in her eyes and promised he wouldn’t leave her.

“I don’t care how, but I’m staying with you. Either I’ll stay here while Thor goes, even if I’m confined to this floor, or you can come with us. I’m sure they would love you on Asgard. I should have taken you sooner, really.”

Thor had returned to the floor and agreed with Loki, their people would indeed love Y/N and he was sure she would love them. He was also worried about leaving her behind.

The three made their decision.

Soon enough they were in the shared kitchen-living area, faced with the Avengers. Thor announced that he would be heading back to Asgard and not only Loki, but Lady Y/N would be joining too. That their only other option would be leaving Loki with Y/N in the tower.

This was not received well. The avengers all started yelling over each other.

“Like hell reindeer games is staying here unattended!”

“She is not leaving with him!”

“Who the hell thought that was a good idea?”

“Those are not the only options, Y/N will stay here, and Loki will go. He should stay gone as well.”

“We should have never let him back here.”

“Has she not learnt yet!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Enough!” Loki hit his limit. Y/N was close to tears, arms wrapped around herself, eyes planted on the floor, unable to look at her ‘friends’.

Even Thor’s face radiated anger and Bucky had subtly moved away from the group, eyeing Steve, more than the others, in disbelief.

“How dare you treat her like this. You claim that I will hurt her. That I will use her. I will abandon her. But I haven’t. I never will. I can’t imagine being without her. Leaving without her hurts me. Being away from her pains me in ways I never imagined. And yet you people, claiming to be the good ones. Claiming to be her friends, her family, are the ones that hurt her. You used her and abandoned her. She does everything for you, treats you all with such friendship, compassion and sympathy. Even these last months where you all treated her with disgust and hate, when you ignored her and left her alone, she continued to do things to help and protect you. You are all hypocrites and she deserves better. Judging her because of me is disgraceful. I accept it because I have done wrong, even though all of you have too and are granted second chances. The Black Widow, raised in the Red Room, KGB agent, killed many. Tony Stark, previous owner of a weapons company, profiting from war and death. Even you dear Captain, claiming to be pure and good, but fail to follow rules and orders when you believe it is wrong. Committing illegal acts to get what you want. She deserves better than you lot and she will get it with us. In Asgard. Where she will be respected and loved.”

Thor stepped forward, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder, stopping him before his words turned physical.

“My brother is right, you have not been the good men and women you claim to be. I brought my brother here to atone for his behaviour, that he was not in full control of, to people who are all about second chances. Changing who you are to be a better person, and instead you have given him nothing but hostility. Despite how much good he has done, how much help he has provided. You still present with hate. Hate which has spread and you have lost the greatest of you. She will come with us because I don’t want to leave her with you. I don’t want to return to see the misery and loneliness I saw this time. To hear the whispers and see the vicious looks she receives. She does not belong to you, she has made this decision.”

The avengers were left speechless. All of them guilty and unable to look at Y/N who was looking at the brothers in awe. Tony presented with the most guilt. The first to look at Y/N, tears in his eyes as he realised his hate for Loki had blinded him. Y/N had been like a sister to him, and he not only pushed her aside, but treated her so horribly.

Bucky made his way over to his new friend, pulling her into a hug. Pulling back, he looked down to her, “you are going to love up there. You better tell me all about it when you return.” He smiled before placing a brief kiss on her head as she nodded.

Bucky turned to stand next to Y/N, with Thor next to him and Loki on Y/N’s other side. He pointedly looked at Steve, who was confused. He had no idea this friendship had evolved and so deeply as well. He too came to realise how terrible he had been.

Loki turned to Bucky, “thank you, for being the only other Midgardian I like. For keeping my love happy and not alone while my brother and I were away. I do hope you continue to find yourself and be truly happy as well.”

Bucky smiled and nodded once in response to Loki before sending Y/N one last smile and moving away, taking a stand off to the side, ready to let them leave.

The avengers started to make a move, try and say their apologies. But the brothers weren’t going to have it. Loki grabbed Y/N’s hand in his, rubbing a thumb across the back, and turning her away from the group. Thor followed as they made their way upstairs to collect their belongings and leave. The Avengers could wait until their return, whenever that will be, to say their apologies and make amends.

“You’re not alone anymore, and you never will be again.”

Those were the final words Y/N heard before a bright light surrounded them. When she re-opened her eyes, the most beautiful scene was before her. The bright smile on her face didn’t fade.

#avengers imagine #avengers reader insert #loki x reader #loki imagine #please send requests and comment #love to hear what you think

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How to Get the Girl (Peter Quill x reader x Thor)

A/N: I received this request a really long time ago so I would like to emphasize that this is going to take place before Infinity War and NOT after Endgame. This fic will not be the same as the scene from Infinity War but it will be pretty similar. Also, I’m sorry if you’re a hardcore Thor stan, but the reader is going to pick my boy Peter Quill over Thor.

Request: i want an avengers imagine where Star-Lord and Thor are both fighting over the reader and they keep flirting with her and she’s torn between them, constantly going to rocket to talk to him about all of it ? Just tons of fluff!! Thanks girly!! ❤️❤️

(I lowkey changed this request up a bit because I made it more angsty than fluffy so I apologize for that but I hope you like it anyway)

Summary: Two men in your life seem to be fighting over you. One of them is Peter Quill, your best friend in the whole world and the other is Thor, a man who randomly crashed onto your spaceship. So, will you choose legendary outlaw Star-Lord or the God of Thunder?

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst

Thor landed on the Milano only mere moments ago and it is already like he is making himself at home. After crashing into the ship and making brief introductions, he gets right to work. The brawny man sifts through most of the belongings that the rest of the Guardians own and begins searching vigorously for something to eat. He mumbles to himself about his home or a hammer or something while the team just gives him dumbfounded looks. You aren’t used to random visitors like this.

“What do you think of this guy?” Peter leans over and asks you. His arms are crossed over his chest and he nods towards Thor with an eye roll.

You shrug. “He seems okay, I guess.”

“Okay? He seems okay?” Peter scoffs. “Y/N, he is going through our stuff and insulting us.”

“Do not doubt the beautiful, muscular man, Quill,” Drax states.

Rocket waltzes between the two of you and kicks Peter in the shin. He winces slightly at the pain. “Show him some respect!”

“First of all, OW,” Peter says. “Second of all, he doesn’t deserve any respect if he thinks he can just come in here and steal our shit without listening to us. This dude is essentially saying ‘fuck you’ to my leadership over the team.”

“I don’t mind him being here,” Rocket declares. “And since when are you our leader?”

“Since always!” He shouts, his annoyance growing by the second. “This is my ship in case you forgot. You’re supposed to be listening to me.”

Rocket laughs an obviously fake laugh. “That’s a joke. If anyone is the leader of this ship it’s gotta be me.”

Gamora rolls her eyes at the two idiots and steps forward to get a closer look at Thor, who continues to rummage through cabinets and drawers. “Can both of you please stop? I’m more concerned over the fact that we have a stranger on our ship than who is the one giving orders on it.”

“She’s referring to me,” Peter mumbles under his breath angrily.

Rocket snickers. “I think you mean that she is referring to me.”

“Shut up!” You yell. Both of them remain silent. “Gamora is right. We need to deal with the man on our ship instead of having the same fucking argument over and over again.”

“You’re right, Y/N. I was thinking exactly that,” Peter agrees, approaching you. “We should-”

“This one shows promise,” Thor interrupts. You turn around to notice he is standing right behind you, his large figure towering over your body. “If there is anyone on this ship that demonstrates leadership, it is this fine, young lady here.”

You blush. “Well, thank you, Thor.”

“You do not need to show your gratitude, Lady Y/N, as I was only speaking the truth. Everyone else on this ship appears to be a moron, except for you and your green friend.” He smiles brightly at Gamora.

“Hey, let’s get one thing straight,” Peter scolds. “There ain’t nobody on this ship that’s a moron.”

“That’s right,” Rocket defends, smirking triumphantly.

Thor studies Rocket for a moment and then grins. “My apologies, morons, the rabbit also demonstrates intelligence.”

“Rabbit?” Peter questions.

Rocket hollers in celebration, ignoring the rabbit comment. “Now you’re starting to make sense.”

“What exactly are you doing here, Thor?” You inquire.

“I have just come from Earth where I was fighting off large armies of intruders in order to save that planet from destruction for what was most likely the hundredth time. My work colleagues down there often need my help because nothing they can do can compare to being the God of Thunder,” Thor brags.

“You’re the God of Thunder?” Rocket repeats it to the group more than asking it as a question.

“Yes and I need to return to Asgard, which is where I’m from, but my friend Heimdall did not open the Bifrost for me. I found that rather odd so I decided to fly up to space using this..” He holds out his hand and a large hammer attracts to it. Thor grips the hammer and spins it around in his grasp a few times with a cocky grin. “...and now I am wandering space hoping to catch a ride home.”

“Uh, does anybody have any idea what this guy just said?” Peter asks.

“Thor needs to get back to his home planet, Asgard, and he is wondering if we will give him a ride,” Gamora explains.

“No, absolutely not,” Peter insists. “He ain’t staying.”

Rocket rolls his eyes at Peter. “All of those in favor of giving Thor, the fucking God of Thunder, a ride to the ass planet he’s from, raise your hand.”

Your gaze falls upon the rest of the Guardians as you watch most of them raise a hand. Rocket, Drax, and Gamora all raise a hand. To your surprise, Mantis does not raise a hand, most likely because she doesn’t understand or she’s not paying attention. Obviously, Peter doesn’t even flinch as he stands completely still. All of their eyes land on you. You’re the tiebreaker.

“Lady Y/N, I must say that I have been to numerous worlds and you are by far the most gorgeous woman I have seen in all of the realms.” Thor flirts, causing a smile to rise to your lips. Peter looks to you and shakes his head, but you ignore him.

Slowly, you raise your hand. The team cheers and Rocket mentions he can fly the ship to Asgard if Thor gives him general direction. All of them run off to the flight deck to learn more about Thor as you hear him began to share extravagant stories about Asgard and fighting on Earth. He has to explain at first that Earth is what all of you know as Terra. Everyone admires Thor as he goes on and on about his life. The only people left in the hallway are you and Peter.

“You really want that dude to stay here? On our ship?”

Your gaze falls to the floor. “He doesn’t seem so bad. I like him.”

Peter furrows his eyebrows and stares you down. “What you like is his stupid, blonde hair and his unreasonably big muscles.”

“What are you, jealous?”

“So what if I am?” Peter shouts. “Thor just waltzes into the Milano one day and all of a sudden the whole fucking team is in love with him. All of you sided with him over me, who is your commander despite what Rocket says, and I’m not allowed to be upset about it?”

“No, Peter, I mean are you jealous that he was flirting with me?”

“Maybe,” he mutters. “I don’t get how that’s relevant to this conversation.”

“It’s fucking relevant because the only reason you don’t want to help out Thor is that you’re worried I’ll like him more than you,” you argue.

“You think I care if you fall for that guy instead of me?” Peter gestures to the flight deck angrily. “I don’t give a shit who you want to fuck, even if it’s a random stranger that’s been on the ship for two fucking seconds.”

“Listen to you! Now you’re putting words into my mouth!” You scream. “Why are we even fighting over this in the first place? Thor is going to be gone soon after we take him back to his home.”

“We’re fighting over this because you sided with Thor over me when I’m your best friend who has always been there for you. You sided with a stranger just because he’s hot and flirted with you!”

“I sided with Thor because you’re acting like a jealous idiot!” You spit. “Thor is being nice to me and he obviously means well. He deserves to get back to Asgard and it doesn’t matter that we’re helping him get there. So, sorry that I sided with Thor because-”

“Because why?” Peter pushes. “Because he complimented you? Because he flattered you into letting him stay?”

“No, that’s not-”

“Newsflash, Y/N, not everyone needs to be the fucking God of Thunder in order to know that you’re the greatest girl in the entire galaxy.” Peter snarls and then storms off to his sleeping quarters, slamming the door behind him.

After he walks away, you feel a pang of guilt. He was right, Peter has been your loyal, best friend ever since the Guardians were formed. He’s always been there for you and sided with you no matter what. Over the past few years, you’ve developed feelings for him. The rest of the team knows and you’re almost certain Peter knows as well. He often flirts with you which leads you to believe that the two of you could be more than friends, but you also are aware of the fact that Peter Quill is a known flirt. Now that he practically just confessed to feeling the same way, all of it became much more confusing and you can’t help but regret not having his back this time.

Peter protected you during the prison break when the Guardians first met.

Peter saved your life when you fought Ronan.

Peter chose life with you over life being a God with his father.

Peter stood up for you in every argument the Guardians have had.

Peter helped you escape from unwanted men at bars numerous times.

Peter is your best friend and no one can compare to him. Especially not a random Asgardian crashing on the Milano.

You start to head towards Peter’s quarters when someone stops you. Unsurprisingly, it’s Thor. “Lady Y/N, may I have a word with you?”

“Of course,” you respond with a smile.

Thor pulls you aside and leads you to the table in the main area of the ship. It is almost as if he doesn’t know you live here, walking you to the spot and pulling your chair out for you. The two of you take a seat and Thor leans over the table with his elbows propped up on the surface. He is awfully close to you and you’re unsure how that makes you feel. You study his face. Thor has such gorgeous, chiseled features and bright, blue eyes that you could get lost in. He’s tall, muscular, and attractive. The man is a God, but does he compare to Peter in your eyes?

“I want you to know that what I said earlier was not just to sway you into allowing me to stay,” he says. “I truly find you to be wonderful.”

You smile weakly. “I appreciate that Thor, but I-”

“Forgive me, I know we only just met and I am being rather forward but I know I won’t be staying long on your ship.” You lean in closer to Thor and listen to what he has to say. “I felt connected to you the moment I first laid eyes on your beautiful face and I believe something brought me to this specific ship. I think that something is you.”

“Thor...”

“I want you to come back to Asgard with me,” he blurts. “It would only be for a short while in order for us to get to know one another better, but if you happen to fall for me, we could certainly make arrangements for you to stay in my kingdom indefinitely.”

“Kingdom?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at his statement.

“Oh, I must have forgotten to mention that I am also the King of Asgard.”

You laugh at his statement and Thor chuckles as well. He really does have it all and you admire his perseverance with you, but he’s not Peter. “I think you’re great, Thor, I really do. It’s just that I’m kind of with someone else, sort of.”

“I understand. You’re in love with the moron who believes he rules over this ship, aren’t you?”

“I am,” you state. “You’re absolutely right that he’s a total moron, but I can’t help how I feel, you know?”

Thor tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as his blue eyes bore into yours deeply. “Believe me, Lady Y/N, I know.”

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Peter interjects, his face red with frustration.

“There’s the moron now!” Thor chants.

“Peter, it’s not what it looks like.”

“She’s right, we were actually talking about you.”

Peter groans and puts a hand up to Thor. “Save it, God of nobody gives a shit.”

“Peter, be nice, Thor is just trying to help,” you defend. “I don’t give a fuck what Thor is doing especially now that I know it’s you that he’d like to be doing,” he says. “I actually came out here to apologize and to you tell you how fucking in love with you I am, but I see you that you wouldn’t want to hear it.”

Peter storms back off to his room as you sit at the table with your eyes filling with tears. You clearly hurt Peter and that is the last thing you would ever want to do. Thor places a comforting hand on your shoulder as he lets you cry it out for a couple of minutes. Some time passes before he eventually speaks up.

“I sincerely apologize, Y/N. I never meant to come between you and your love.”

You pat Thor’s arm. “It’s all right, Thor, it wasn’t you. Peter and I have never been very honest about how we feel and it was only a matter of time before one of us got so jealous that we got hurt.”

“I am almost certain that the two of you will work it out,” Thor reassures. “He seems to love you an awful lot. I am sure he will understand.”

“Thank you, Thor. I’m sorry about everything you had to put up with today. I bet there are plenty of women dying to be with the God of Thunder. You’ll meet someone new on Asgard way better than me.”

Thor brushes it off. “Of course, Lady Y/N. I should have known there was already a man madly in love with you. Now, go get him.”

Thanking Thor one last time, you head toward Peter’s quarters. You’re about to knock but you hesitate at the door. You decide to give him some more time to cool off, knowing Peter is so stubborn he won’t believe you or listen to you right away anyway. Retreating to your own room, you fall onto your bed and sleep the day off. Meeting Thor and arguing with Peter was extremely stressful and resting for a while is exactly what you need to recover from the annoyance of having too many men on the ship trying to get with you.

Sleeping is only a luxury for so long, however, as Rocket comes barging into your room only a few hours after you drift off. You groggily whine to him about how he’s an asshole for disturbing you from your sleep, but he ignores your remarks.

“What the hell is going on with you and Quill?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You know about that?”

“We all know about that, Y/N, you’re not exactly great at hiding your feelings for the jerk,” he laughs. “Besides, I saw the two of you being dramatic and I told him to get his fucking act together. I said if he wants the girl he’s gotta go after her. He listened to me, but he still seemed pissy. So, what happened today?”

“Well, Thor being here and flirting with me made Peter kind of jealous so we got into a big fight. Then Thor basically asked me to move to Asgard with him so-”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Rocket stops you. It feels like you’ve been interrupted every time you’ve tried to speak today. “Thor wanted you to go back to Asgard with him?”

“Yeah.” Rocket cackles at your statement. He can barely breathe he is laughing so hard. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes,” he answers. “You and Quill have been wanting to fuck each other since the beginning of time and then all of a sudden a random God wants to be with you? And you’re still in love with the idiot in the next room?”

You glare at the raccoon. “Can you take this seriously, please? I need your help with this.”

“Y/N, I’ve known you and Quill for a few years now. No matter how annoying he is and no matter how much better than him you are, the two of you belong together,” he says sincerely. “It’s just fucking science or fate or whatever it’s called.”

“Thanks, Rocket.” You mess with the fur on the top of his head. “I was really torn there for a while. I’m glad you helped me figure out what to do.”

“No problem, it’s what I do.” Rocket jumps off of your bed and heads out the door. He shakes his head and mumbles to himself on the way out. “Torn between Quill and a God.”

“Hey!” You hear a familiar voice bellow down the hall. “You’re forgetting that I’m part God too.”

“You wish you were still part God!” Rocket retaliates.

Peter enters your room and quietly shuts the door behind him. “Can you believe that raccoon? What a dick.” Both of you laugh as he takes a seat on your bed beside you. “Hey, I’m really sorry about earlier.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him. He places one of his large, warm hands on top of yours.

“But, it’s not okay, Y/N,” Peter continues. “I was totally out of line and I let my jealousy get the best of me. If you want to be with Thor and go back to ass world with him then you should do that.”

“Asgard,” you correct with a chuckle.

“Whatever, I don’t care,” Peter snickers with you. “The only thing I care about is if you’re happy.”

You place a hand on the back of his neck, your fingers creeping up into his light brown locks. Pulling his face forward, you smash your lips onto his. He gives into the kiss immediately. The kiss is passionate and sweet, making up for the silly argument the two of you had earlier. Reluctantly pulling away, you press your forehead against his. “Peter, you make me happy.”

He smiles, his green eyes looking into yours with such kindness. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Peter Quill.”

“It’s about damn time!” Rocket yells. “I told you that you’d get her, Quill.”

The next morning you and the rest of the Guardians arrive on Asgard. Thor collects his belongings, along with some of the things he stole from the Milano and gets ready to depart. He comes up to you and grins widely. “It was lovely to meet you, Lady Y/N.”

“And you as well, Thor.” Peter places an arm around you, showing Thor his place. It’s nice knowing that after all these years of misunderstood feelings and bickering about jealousy, you are finally Peter Quill’s girl.

“Yeah, hopefully, we’ll see you around,” Peter states. Thor walks over to Rocket and Peter chuckles. “Not,” he whispers in your ear. You lightly hit him in the stomach for being rude. His response is to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“I get that the two of you are finally happy but I hate that you’re going to be together as a couple now,” Rocket says. “It’s disgusting.”

“I think it’s quite nice,” Thor beams, patting Rocket on the head. “Maybe we will meet again, rabbit.”

“Maybe,” he agrees happily.

“Farewell, morons.”

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