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slt4oscarisaac · 2 years
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Loki, Y/N, and Thor are sitting on a bench
Bruce: Why do you guys look so sad?
Y/N: Sit down with us so we can tell you.
*Bruce sits down*
Loki: The bench is freshly painted.
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anajaberportfolio · 8 months
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I've always had a soft spot for powerful characters. Here's Enchantress, one of Thor's villains. I don't know her in-depth, that's true, but I do know enough to know that her independence and, so to speak, irreverence were enough to captivate me. Literally. This drawing was created using mixed media, on paper, and then colored in Photoshop.
Interested in commissioning your own artwork with me? Feel free to send me a Direct Message, and I'll be more than happy to assist you!
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ghostly-lee · 2 years
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Sketches of Thor ✨
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underworldianprincess · 5 months
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Life been rough recently I just wanna write a Thor x reader comfort fic In case anyone needs it too🥹
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lifeinbrick · 1 year
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"You shaved your beard!" "You grew your hair!"
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aflowerthatbloomed · 2 years
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𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔞🩰 
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⁀➷ blurb!: the last elf left in the whole nine realms...and she is left with the asgardians. but not just any asgardinas the royalty. the king and queen of asgard. anthiea goddess of flowers spent the rest of her days with the asgardians being adored by the two sons.
ೃ⁀➷warnings!: loss of family, tragedy, hurt/comfort, angst, swearing, etc...
chapters:
prelude
chapter 1
chapter 2
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padshiyangel · 2 years
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So, the concepts of the main characters of the comic book "Day and Night". There will be more, but a little later.
They are all so strangely beautiful😍😍😍
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openheart-odinson · 2 years
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biker!Thor moodboard anyone?
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theobsessedbrunet · 2 years
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Burn
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Pairings: Thor x Y/n  
A smile appeared on your face as you looked at the sight before you. It was beautiful but it was so much more to you. It was a promise that was once made for you and now it had been fulfilled. Now you just had to wait.
  A long time ago you sat with the love of your life on the ground upon the hill under an apple tree. You leaned against the strong chest and listened to his heart steady beating. You knew it was beating for you, for your future together. And that's when you had an idea.
 "Let's plant a tree."
 "A tree?" Thor grumbled a smile glowing on his face. "Yes, a tree. So it could grow like our love." Thor absolutely melted, he had never heard something so sweet. He had heard and even done grand love gestures but this was not grand. It was just for the two of you.  But it was not his style.
 "What about if we burn this ground then?"
 You looked at him instead of smile taking over you looked shocked. Burn? How did he jump from planting a tree to burning everything?
 He loved seeing the bewildered look on your face, how you were trying to connect the dots. You were an intelligent woman but the space viking had a way of ripping the carpet from under you.
 "Come on, love. Let me burn this ground for you so we could grow something beautiful out of it."
 You never agreed to it, it was insane and just not reasonable. And that discussion was the beginning of your end. It showed you and Thor your differences more clearly and you two had for the first time trouble coming over it, over anything.
 After so many years of silence you had returned to the hill and that's when you saw it. Before you was a sad, black sight of the burned ground before you. Everyone else might see it as a sad sight, dead nature. But you saw what was behind of it all. It was you two, with children and a beautiful house, behind it a grand garden that had grown from the burned ground.
 And for the first time after the end, you had hope.
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visbiscuit · 2 years
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𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 (saga masterlist)
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Floriography is a language, the language of flowers. Floriography is an art that only true artists know how to embrace. Floriography has always been a lover's best friend and the power it holds can be far greater than the one of words. When furtive glances, lips raised in embarrassed smiles, and intertwined hands aren't enough, there's always a petal to act as a messenger to two young lovers. The challenge is to understand the message and live to receive another or perish in the desire to escape it.
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MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR! Hello everyone and welcome to "Let a Thousand Flowers Bloom" a.k.a. the Bridgerton x Marvel crossover nobody needed. This is an idea that has been consuming me for weeks now and I decided to give it a try. In this Masterlist, you'll find various stories featuring some Marvel Men x Fem!Reader insert. They are all in the same Universe, so you'll find some easter eggs in them. You do not have to read every story in order to understand them all but if you do, you'll be able to get some insight on the main characters here. There is Lady Whistledown, but it's not who is in the series and books, I've got a nice surprise planned! This masterlist is under continuous updates and I plan to have a lot of stories here. Hopefully, this all comes together the way I've imagined it. Thank you for being interested in this project and happy reading!
DISCLAIMER! I am NOT responsible for your media consumption. This blog is intended for a mature audience as are the stories on it. So if you are not at least 18, I suggest you read something else. If you recognize any name or characters, that means that I have no copyright on them, but their actions in this work of fiction are mine as is the plot. This is a no-profit written work and I don't condone republishing it or copying it. Please, if you want to support me, reblog/like or comment.
GENERAL WARNINGS! I am not an English native speaker. All stories contain the following: angst, fluff, smut (18+ !), sexist ideas, external links to pinterest, spotify, youtube, etc. These stories do not wish to be historically correct in any way. There are no description of ethnicity and body type, the images used are just for aesthetics and the best I found to fulfill my purpose. If you notice any physical description that implies a certain body type or/and ethnicity, please underline them to me and I'll correct them ASAP!
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The Friends to Lovers trope.
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(1) PERUVIAN LILY.
Alstroemeria, or Peruvian Lily, symbolizes devotion, a gift for a friend who has remained supportive through the ups and downs.
Lady Y/N Maximoff was afraid of what her past held. That's why she always looked to the future, running away from the memories that obliterated her mind at night. She was looking for a safe place to curl up and try to move forward. She would never look back again. Viscount Steve Rogers lived as a function of his past. Every action, every thought, every slightest change of opinion was due to what he tried to hide in his shattered heart. Lady Y/N only wanted a friend by her side who would not judge her and who would turn a blind eye to her pain. Lord Steve just wanted someone who would love him wholeheartedly, someone who would also love his past.
pairing: Viscount!Steve Rogers x Dowager(Mom)FemReader general warnings: heavy angst, death, sexist behavior, fluff, smut, pietro maximoff is dead, wanda is younger than pietro, pregnancy
The Enemies to Lovers trope.
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(2) CAPE JASMINE. [ unpublished ]
Gardenia, or Cape Jasmine, holds various meanings. Perhaps, the most fitting is the one of "secret love", along with "purity"
Duke James Barnes was deeply bored. Bored with everything around him. Even the companies that had supported him for years were starting to get to him. The magic of love had captured all of his closest friends and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His only goal was to find something to keep him going and not die in his own adrenaline craving. Y/N Y/L/N was a simple woman with an unconditional love of high class and a keen talent for writing. Mixed with a bit of curiosity, the one desire she had in her life was to write a book, inspired by the strong women of her time, including Lady Whistledown. The only way she could find material to include in her writing was to crash the endless balls that would occur during that social season. How to do it and what would have happened if she had succeeded?
pairing: Duke!James Barnes x Lower Class!FemReader general warnings: angst, sexist behavior, love/hate relationship, smut, fluff, fluffy-haired bucky, comedy
The Beauty and The Beast trope. ( partial plot thanks to @loving-barnes )
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(3) HONEYSUCKLE. ( unpublished )
Lonicera, or Honeysuckle, represents devoted affection, bonds of unprecedented love.
The Honourable Y/N Fury had always lived in the shadows of every member of her family. Her mother had been a perfect dancer, she seemed to have two left feet. Her father had been a man who was always dedicated to his work, she always had her head somewhere else. And her twin sister, oh her sister Nicolette, was just…incredibly and annoyingly flawless. Everything she did came across as graceful and genuine, from a simple smile to a twirl. Once they entered society, Y/N knew she would always be second best and would certainly not find a husband when she debuted. Part of her hoped that someone would look in her direction and not get trapped in Nicolette's magnetic eyes, but it was a pipe dream and, more importantly, unattainable. At least that's what she believed. Then, one look caressed her entire figure and Y/N burned.
pairing: Prince!Loki Odinson x The Honourable!Fem Reader general warnings: heavy heavy heavy angst, slowest burn ever, death, shameless smut, fluff, sexist behaviour
MORE STORIES COMING SOON!!! IF YOU WISH TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST, LEAVE A COMMENT!
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koshehehe · 1 year
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mufasa and scar is just a furry representation of thor and loki in an alternate universe where thor is the one who fell from the bridge instead of loki.
I can just imagine loki saying long live the king before pushing thor off into the void.
wouldnt that make thor a villain development then or...?
Or idk maybe thor's too righteous to accept thanos. Bet.
But lile what if??🤔🤔
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katoninefandoms · 1 year
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Cottagecore Fae/Magic AU
Steve is a Faerie. He’s run away from civilization, human and fae. He’s tired of trying to meet all the expectations. He’s not strong enough for a human, or pretty enough for a fae. So he runs. 
He loses himself in a Forest. He follows the footpaths, letting them guide him, and he comes across a clearing. The Forest sends wind to tousle his hair and coo at him. It shows him to a small cottage in the clearing (a la, sleeping beauty), and it lets him stay. In return for protection, Steve will help all those the Forest leads to him. 
He’s barely settled when his first visitors come. Gods, they are; Thor and Loki. Steve does his best, setting up beds for them and trying to make filling meals out of what little he’s managed to gather. But they are patient. They are only here to oversee the land. That Steve is willing to share what little he has is beautiful. Before they leave the next morning, they each press a blessing kiss to his forehead. 
Steve sets up little shrines in his garden for them, and slips into a routine. He figures out where all the good things are. He forages and sets traps for the small animals. He’s not worried about the meat, though, he can have mushrooms. 
While he’s working in his garden one day, maybe a few months later, another creature comes to the clearing. It’s a huge White Wolf, a shifter, and Steve bows to him in deference. His white fur is matted with blood and he has no front left paw -- it’s not a new injury, but it does mean he’s not so stable while hurt. Steve quickly gets salve and bandages to help. He patches the Wolf up and brings him inside to one of the beds to make him comfortable. When he’s finally well enough, Bucky shifts back into a human form to thank Steve and kneel before him. “Thank you, Fair One.” Steve pulls him up and just makes them breakfast. 
Bucky prefers to live as a Wolf, so he retreats into the Forest, but he stays in the area. He visits Steve often, bringing meat when he does. They bond quickly, and Steve loves to see his friend. 
When the next visitor comes, Steve thinks she and Bucky won’t get along. Another shifter, but a red Cougar, Natasha is competition to a Wolf. But she needs a safe place, so Steve houses and feeds her. She and Bucky get along like fire and kindling. The three of them spend the winter bedded down in Steve’s cabin, since storing up for the season is easier with all three of them doing the work. When spring comes, Natasha and Bucky go out into the Forest to hunt and live their best animal lives. But in winters, they come to stay with Steve. 
Years pass, and Steve only has to help a few wounded animals, point a couple of lost humans in the right direction. But one night, he hears wagon wheels rolling through the forest. It echoes in his clearing and his cottage. He gets up and runs outside to look, but he sees nothing. He follows the sound and the Forest’s guidance, and finds another clearing, and there is a Witch and her coven, her brother and husband, moving into another secluded cottage. Steve realizes he doesn’t know where the Forest gets the cottages, but he’s stopped questioning the Forest a long time ago. Wanda almost hits him with a protection spell, but Steve introduces himself as a steward of the Forest, and she grins, having found kin. She shows Steve Pietro and Vision, and he helps them get moved into the cottage. He promises to help if they should ever need it, and they offer the same. Over the next few days, the new neighbors meet Bucky and Natasha, and Steve shows them the good places to get certain plants. 
Another homesteader is not far behind them, an alchemist, perhaps a mage. Steve doesn’t know. He meets Bruce once, and while he does bring the man vegetables from his garden at the end of summer every year, they’re not very good friends. Bruce keeps to himself mostly, though Steve does sometimes hear odd howling and other sounds from that part of the forest every so often. Wanda promises he’s nice, though Steve gets the feeling she doesn’t see Bruce much, either. 
Over the next few years, there is a recurring visitor. A black Panther, who comes in the night. Steve catches him one night, sleeping on the cottage’s doorsteps. Steve leaves food for him, but he never stays long, always disappearing back into the Forest by dawn. Finally, one night, Steve stays up to catch the Panther’s arrival. He offers him a bed, but T’Challa is wary of the Fae. Steve mentions his friends, the other shifters, if T’Challa needs a safe place to be. In the morning, T’Challa leaves in a direction opposite of his usual, going deeper into the forest. The next time Steve sees him, it’s with Bucky and Natasha, and he can’t stop grinning. 
More years of the same helping animals and lost travelers. But his family grows closer, Natasha and Bucky are officially a bonded pair, their Pack has grown with T’Challa, the Coven invites the other four for celebrations of their holidays, and Steve invites the others to celebrations of Fae holidays. It’s good. The Forest has provided, the gods have blessed. 
But despite it all, Steve is… kind of lonely. 
Fae pass through; two Feathered Ones, a hawk and a falcon that land on Steve’s roof. But he recognizes them immediately and bows. Clint and Sam are not shifters like Bucky, Natasha, and T’Challa, they are Fae, not human. But they have two forms. They spend several nights with Steve, and Steve asks them so many questions about how the Fae realm has changed, how everyone is doing. Nothing has changed much, not like the Forest, which seems to always be growing and changing. The Pack comes to check on Steve when Bucky realizes he hasn’t seen Steve in the woods for days. 
The Feathered ones take to the Pack easily. They don’t want to live like Steve, in a human cottage. But this Pack is very beautiful to them, better than a Fae Court. They nest near Steve’s cottage, but spend their time foraging and hunting with the Pack, eventually joining it. 
Even the Fae aren’t staying. 
But Steve keeps leaving his offerings and working his garden, foraging from the land. Magic flows through the Forest, decades pass, the family grows closer. Even Bruce is brought more into the fold, though there are weeks where he will disappear -- that’s when Steve hears the sounds. He doesn’t dare investigate, because if Bruce wanted them all to know… he’s had plenty of chances to get the others involved. Steve won’t push if he’s not ready. 
More years, more time with family, more loneliness. 
One evening, Steve is leaving to go out into the forest. It’s dark, and it’s his favorite time to go hunting for mushrooms. They glow when he comes close, so it’s much more fun to forage them at night. But as he’s going, a tiny Faun bursts from the Forest giggling and squealing as he chases fireflies. He freezes when he sees Steve, and Steve freezes, too, not wanting to scare the poor thing. He waits for an adult Faun to follow, but there isn’t one. When Steve asks, the boy confirms that he’s lost. Steve gets Peter a blanket and a mug of tea, and sits with him on the steps to wait for his father. When no father is forthcoming, Steve uses magic to amplify Peter calling for his father, letting the boy’s voice echo through the Forest. He knows the Forest will make sure the right creature hears. 
An adult Faun bursts into the clearing minutes later, clearly concerned. Peter rushes to his father, joyful and relieved. Steve bows to the Faun, once he has his attention. He introduces himself and offers the man and his son beds for the night. Tony thanks him, explaining that they are having to run for humans. Steve gives them dinner and beds, promising they are safe. 
But he can’t sleep. He can’t stop thinking about how terrified Tony seemed, but how much Peter loved the forest. He thinks about Tony’s warm chestnut eyes. He doesn’t want to see them go. He just feels it in his heart, in the way his forehead tingles when they’re near, that he’s supposed to keep them. He spends the night putting together baskets of provisions for them, in case they don’t want to stay. 
In the morning, he passes over one of the bundles to Tony, but his hands are still on it. Steve looks up into Tony’s eyes, and he feels his forehead buzzing, almost. “The Forest never lets anything harmful come here,” he promises. “You’d be safe. I… would you like to stay?” And Tony seems unsure, but Steve begs, “Please, stay?” 
Tony can’t say no, and he and Peter stay. Tony says they’ll only stay until spring. But come spring, he’s helping Steve add onto the cottage. The lumber and other materials they need appear from nowhere at the edge of the clearing. But it’s perfect. They send thanks to the Forest every day. They build and together, they take care of the Forest’s lost souls. 
Wanda and Vision have boys that come to play with Peter, the Pack comes and helps with the building, Tony makes good friends with Bruce. And Steve isn’t lonely anymore. The Forest provided, the gods blessed. He leaves offerings and thanks for them every night, and they even return the summer Steve and Tony officially pair. They both kiss Steve’s forehead before leaving, and Steve just can’t stop grinning.
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spelljammers · 2 years
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It's a ship...
"Look at its glory, brother!" Thor boasted, loudly toward Baldur - the Asgardian shipyard at Thor's back. "It's so large... is it too large?" Baldur's eyes struggled to take in all of the glory Thor had directed him towards. "That's not a thing," Thor said and chuckled, almost confused by Baldur's reaction. "You recognize it - brother?"
"Yes," Baldur answered quickly. "It's a ship..." Baldur's darker eyes searched Thor's hoping his answer was significant for the King.
"Yes!" Thor's face burned brightly, sure that Baldur was as similarly excited, just in the more subdued way his younger brother preferred. "Finally, Asgard has a vessel we can be proud of." Thor turned back toward the nearly completed space vessel that resembled a Drake type Viking longship more than an actual spaceship. "Powered by solar sails and the Bifrost itself, it's the fastest and most luxurious warship in the galaxy." Thor grinned uncontrollably.
"Warship?" Baldur asked. He ran his fingers along the gold tinted, wood grained hull still unsure which material it was actually constructed of.
'Well, yes. We unfortunately must always be ready for our next hostile encounter." Thor's more sober words hung in the air for a moment, until his unbashful excitement returned. "Don't worry, every member of the royal family has a full cabin and room for guests."
"Oh, that's... good." Baldur smiled more for Thor's sake than his own actual enthusiasm. "It truly seems to be a marvel of Asgardian engineering."
"Exactly," Thor bought his large palm down on his brother's shoulder in a moment of solidarity. "Not a silly toy and a waste of resources." Thor said quietly.
"Who said that?" Baldur asked.
"Hm? Not important." Thor pushed Baldur toward the extended ramp which led to the deck of the massive ship. "Let me give you the tour."
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mc-cards · 2 years
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lifeinbrick · 1 year
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"Weren't there two of you?"
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aflowerthatbloomed · 2 years
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𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔞🩰   
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ೃ⁀➷ blurb!: the last elf left in the whole nine realms...and she is left with the asgardians. but not just any asgardinas the royalty. the king and queen of asgard. anthiea goddess of flowers spent the rest of her days with the asgardians being adored by the two sons.
ೃ⁀➷warnings!: loss of family, tradgey, hurt/comfort,angst, swearing, etc...
Chapter 1  ׂׂૢ་༘࿐:when kingdoms fall only memories are left. 
It was a dark day, the sun was setting as the hues of the dark night were upon the Planet of Asgard and the stars were beginning to show. The kingdom stood at the edge of the sea of space mourning the lost planet of Alfheim. The nine realms became the eight. And every realm was mourning the loss of the Elven planet. The boats were propped up in the water being ready to be sent out into the invisible sea of space. The king of Asgard the Allfather of the now eight realms stood sadly with his people standing behind him. But to the right of him stood his queen and his two sons. 
And the only elf left in the nine realms. 
Anthiea. 
The toddler stood between the two gods holding their large hands. The girl only reached their knees as she was clutching their hands with every ounce of power she could have conjured up but it wasn’t enough for the two norse god’s to even notice.
 Loki, god of mischief and Thor, god of thunder, stood tall dressed in black armor while the little elf wore a black short gown that was laced with gold, for it was inappropriate for a child to wear the solid color black. Her brown hair was slicked back with a headband so no hair was in her face, which was all she wanted to hide. For she never felt more lonely in her short life. Her little face was all red and agitated but the tears she was begging to let out were building up in her bathtub she called eyes. 
“On this day we celebrate not the loss of the planet Alfheim but the lives that deserve to be celebrated for showing nothing but loyalty and commitment to their kingdom. The Alfheim realm showed Asgard how to plant and prosper, providing food for those who can not. They showed us peace and how love could be a way to rule a kingdom. Their kingdom deserves to prosper. But they were lost cruel, cruel beings,” Odin began to speak his eulogy, his powerful voice silencing the people of Asgard. 
Antheia sniffiled a bit at Odin’s kind words. She was whisked away in a wave of memories. She remembered wearing simple gowns in the kingdom's garden, frolicking , picking the rarest flowers in the galaxy to give to her mother and father. She remembered its petals: the ombre color of the blue pink and green was one of the most gorgeous flows of color she has ever laid her eyes on. 
The young elf recalled when her father would set her on his throne telling her how one day she would rule her kingdom better than all of her ancestors. She remembered her mother creating her one of the most beautiful flower crowns in the whole nine realms. She blinked away tears dropping her hands down from the two gods who finally noticed the young girl smiling sadly while looking blankly in no where specific. 
Thor kneeling on one knee placing his large hand on the tiny elves tummy tracing her out of her thoughts. The girl turned her face toward the god of thunder. She smiled a little wider while tears started to pool out of her eyes. She looked into his stormy eyes filled with sympathy and sadness. The voice of Odin was now drowning out the elves' ears. 
“Hi little one,” The blond cooed softly, continuing the soothing motion on her stomach. He noticed her little hand sitting gently on his armor. His gruff hands went under her armpits lifting her body so she sat on his hip. Her tiny arms instantly clung around his neck as he shot off the ground he held tightly, securing her in comfort. 
The norse god couldn’t even begin to feel how she did. How do you relate to a little girl who lost everything? 
Thor couldn’t imagine a lifetime without Asgard, his mother, his father, his friends, Heimdall, and of course his brother. The people his land the place he called home. This little elf he was holding was the only one left of her kind left. The loneliness she was feeling was probably excruciating.
 He looked to his right to see his brother’s face solem at the sight of the little girl clung around Thor’s neck. Antheia’s eyes fell on Loki. She bit back her tears as she offered her small hand as if he was the one in need of comforting. He graciously took her little hand which he instantly engulfed. 
He wanted to be the one to hold her and tell her that she was going to be okay. But he knew if someone would have told him that he would be furious. Enraged at someone's stupidity to tell him he was going to be okay. 
Instead Loki placed a small enchantment on her. One that would help her let out the emotions she was building up in the creases of her eyes. When he saw her tears start to fall he was relieved, children should express emotions not suppress them. 
“Let them fall my love, those little tears are potions that will help kill this grief,” The raven haired god said comfortingly begging her to cry. 
Thor heard- small choked sobs fall from her mouth. He had to urge to help her stop crying. But he knew deep down he shouldn’t. He bounced her up and down softly doing his best to subtly ease her. Loki had a stern face at his brother but still Thor hated the sound of her broken sobs so he continued to bounce the small being. 
Odin the Allfather king of the nine realms began to notice her crying. He kept preaching his eulogy talking about the greatness of the Elven kingdom. Frigga the queen looked at her sons adoringly, seeing them both help a small child made her feel at least she did one thing right. Her eyes couldn’t help but sadly trail over to the little girl in her son’s arms. The wailing that could be heard from the girl was gut wrenching. Her small face was scrunched up very tightly and her tears were falling at an extreme rate. Big eyes were drowned out by the tears. 
“I want mama and papa,” she croaked out into Thor’s ear. The small sentence made him cling to her like a second skin. He felt his own tears and wanted to let loose but he wouldn’t be weak in front of her while she needed him most.
I want mama and papa. 
It stung. A baby. It’s all she was a little girl who wanted her parents to hold her and comfort her. And neither were there to provide. From that moment Thor swore to kill the people that killed the elves. For his sweet girl. 
Because no one hurts what he loves. 
Loki just stared at her confused on what to do. Her helplessness scared him. Such a defenseless creature. Bringing his lips to her small hand he placed a tender kiss on it just reminding her he was there. Antheia clutched his hand tightly in response. Thor watched the interaction before sadly looking at Loki. 
Face solem and defeated, the raven haired god shook his head. Odin had completed his speech and Frigga wanted nothing more than to tell her sons to bring the little girl inside for a bath and put her to bed. But there was a big ceremony tonight, the celebration of life. The young girl was far too young to attend for more than an hour. So the woman compromised by giving her a bath before the celebration and let her eat supper before I went to bed. The woman was dressed like a goddess. As she was. 
A long silk black dress that was a turtleneck where one side was built with some of the most rarest diamonds you could find in the whole nine realms, high heels that could make even the most petite maiden look tall, and her long hair was done up half up and half down with many soft braids decorated around the braid. Frigga started over to her sons, placing a loving hand on their shoulder. Both men looked over to their mother who had a soft, kind, smile. Both blue eyed gods softened when they met their mother’s gaze. 
“Get her washed up and in soft clothes, she was not ready for all of this,” Frigga instructed her children. 
“Of course mother,” Thor replied, feeling Antheia’s body slump against his hold. Loki just nodded in no mood to actually respond. 
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“Theia we must get you bathed please let me help you with the dress,” The raven haired god pleaded softly. The pair of brothers were sitting in the bathing chambers in their parents room begging with the girl to remove her dress. She sat on the ground zoned out from the rest of the world. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to listen, it was just that she really was in no mood to speak or to move. Her little head nodded signaling it was okay if they helped her. 
“Okay dove scoot around so I can untie the corset,” Loki instructed softly but he didn’t wait for her to do what she was asked, he simply picked her up and turned her so her back was facing him. Slender fingers went to work on undoing the millions of ties as Thor stood near the bath making sure it was warm enough to put her in. 
Both gods were no longer in their armor; they in short sleeve shirts; both of their arms were on display. Thor did look a little silly; he had a cloth draped on his shoulders, hair tied back, and alongside a simple dressing robe for Antheia. It was a creamy white color with a white bow on the top of the hem line. He watched his brother interact with the elf. He always enjoyed seeing Loki a bit softer than he would have normally been. When it came to Antheia Loki would take over a planet. A scary but true thought. 
The god of mischief was crouched down helping the little elf disrobe, the only thing that was left to remove was her under dress. It was placed under her so Antheia wouldn’t itch her skin the whole night. But Loki's eyes noticed something on her back. It was moving. The top of her back right between her shoulder blades was moving. 
“Anthiea? dove? Does your back feel a little off darling?” Loki questioned as he began to remove the undergarment. The little elf’s head bobbed up and down very quickly. The god quickly noticed a pair of tiny wings forming on her back. He held the dress so her bum was covered.
 Pupils expanding like saucers Loki’s hands went to gently touch the delicate illuminated wings. They were so tiny that Loki’s hand could cover both of them. But why did she have wings? She was an Elven , no elves ever were known to have wings. 
Then it hit him. 
She was smaller than most child elves, she was much more dainty, and her white freckles. Elves had dark freckles. One of her parents must have been a pixie. Cursing himself that he didn’t recognize sooner. 
“Brother,” the shocked god called over his brother who was playing with his hair. Thor just nodded walking over to the two. He thought Antheia was just being fussy and Loki needed his assistance. His long legs made it over there with much ease. When he saw his younger brother's finger pointed to her upper back you could tell at that moment they were brothers. The blond norse god’s eyes widened just as his brother created the same saucer shape the little elf looked at Thor with much concern. 
Antheia turned around and was scared of her begging Loki for some sort of answer. His face contorted anxiously quickly not wanting to hear another sobbing fest. Little whimpers could be heard from her rosy lips. 
“Shh, love you’re okay. You have wings my dear like the little pixies you read in those midgardian fairy tales,” Loki informed her like she was the coolest little thing in the whole eight realms. Thor was now on both knees gently examining her back. 
“Wow look at you Theia you are not just an elf but a little pixie!” Thor exclaimed happily following Loki’s pursuit on the idea of calming her down. 
“Pixie? I’m an elf,” the little elf-pixie said timidly fiddling with her long thick curls. The thunder god smirked before kissing the side of her head with all the admiration he could muster. Loki pre-occupied himself with flattening her hair and removing the head band upon her head. 
“Well you’re both,” Loki told her flatly he would say he’s shocked but he wasn’t. It was so blatantly obvious. 
“Does that mean I have magic like you, Prince Loki?” The brunette asked him with big alien eyes. 
“Could mean that, yes,” He replied, helping her step out of the under dress completely. 
“Anyone could have magic my dear,” Loki continued as he took her off the floor and toward the grand stone bath. Little flowers were decorated in the warm bathing water. He placed her small self into the water. She sat on one of the third steps so she wouldn’t submerge completely under the water. It was a large tub made of the grandest of marble. 
“So you’re not a pixie?” Antheia asks innocently, holding her breath before plopping herself under the water to make her hair wet, shooting back up immediately. Loki was leaning against the marble bath both his arms crossed under him as he let Antheia play around in the water like a little guppy.  
“Do I look like a pixie?” he asked sarcastically but the girl had no idea what sarcasm was so she nodded her head up and down as she held up one of the many petals scattered in the water.
“You kind of look like a pixie,” Thor agreed as Antheia swam to the edge where Thor was walking to. 
 A subtle chuckle could be heard from the blond god mimicking Loki’s pose. Thor took the petal in her hand and kissed it. She blushed softly and giggled at the action before returning to her water adventures. 
“I do not look like a pixie!” Loki exclaimed, making them both roar out into a fit of laughter. 
“You look more like a pixie than Theia does,” the elder brother jokes, finding a jar of the natural honey-vanilla scented soap and lathering it into the girl's hair suds. 
“Prince Loki is a cute pixie!” 
“Will you cut that out before I put you in time out,” The mischievous god said all serinoes laced in his tone. Thor took his soapy hand and punched his brother slightly shaking his head Loki glared at noticing his arm was now full of suds. Antheia frowned and gave a cute little pout making Thor kiss her soapy forehead making the freckled girl’s nose scrunch. 
“Well I am the eldest so that means I'm in charge of the punishments and I say attack Loki with bubbles!” The blond said with a playful glare in his eyes as he quickly swiped a handful of suds off of the pixies head and swiped it all over Loki’s face. The god of mischief's face was in utter disbelief but it was until he saw Antheia tiny self standing on the step placing suds on his head was when he snapped. His eyebrows raised and his smirk turned to one like the Cheshire cat. 
“Oh you two are in for it now aren’t you.” 
Before the pair of trouble makers knew it Loki had used his magic to make them both covered in bubbles. For Antheia it wasn’t much of a problem but for the thunder god he was out of the water dry covered with bubbles. So as the little elf-pixie was sumberging herself under water removing the suds easily Thor was brushing the bubbles off of his skin as Loki was chuckling to himself helping Antheia remove the bubbles when she popped back up. 
“Loki!” 
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“There you are ma chaton,” Loki cooed as he dried off Antheia with a fluffy white towel. Constantly shaking the towel around her, fluffing her around making sure the young elf would be soft, warm and dry. Thor had left to take a bath himself in his chambers. So the pixie-elf and the god of mischief were left together. 
“Prince Loki?” Antheia said his name in a soft whisper. Her head was pointed down as she clung the towel around herself not wanting to lose the warmth. 
Loki’s two fingers went under her chin gently plucking up her head; he had an adoring smile, one that is only shown to the little girl and his mother from time to time. 
“Yes princess?” he asked, picking her up and placing her on his hip as he walked toward the door out of his parents room. 
“Do you think mommy and daddy are in Valhalla?” she asked innocently looking up at him with those huge doe eyes. Innocence is such a foregin concept to him. He was so used to using snarky comebacks, and lies he had no idea how to answer such a delicate sensitive question. 
“You’re mother and father were kind and strong beings, you my dear are a product of those two warriors. I have not a doubt in my mind your parents are looking down adoringly,” The god of mischief and life said with all honesty. Antheia looked at his blue eyes only seeing truth she nodded then yawned placing her little head on his shoulder finally calming down from the heightened emotions from today. 
“Thank you prince Loki, love you…” she slipped , falling completely asleep. Loki smiled a genuine one. He clung to her tightly like a teddy bear. 
“Yes little one I love you as well.” 
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