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thorne93 · 4 years

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 56)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:1991

Warnings: Language, infinity war plot continues, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

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“Do you have a plan?” Loki asked, as if he felt you already had one. The two of you stood in your apartment. It was eerily quiet and calm. Part of you wanted to stay in there where it was seemingly safe. You just wanted to grab Loki, wrap your arms around him, and pretend like none of this awfulness was happening. But you knew that was wrong. The universe needed you, both of you. Vision needed you.

“No. I don’t,” you answered shakily.

“Then what are we do--”

“I don’t know, okay? They can help Strange with the time stone. We need to get to Vision and warn him.” It was hard to keep the absolute panic out of your voice. Thanos… you’d escaped him once, but that was just barely. You knew it wouldn’t happen again, not now that he had two stones. He was about to complete his mission.

“And then what?”

“Then we fight. We protect Vision, and the rest of the stones at all costs. Loki, he can not get those stones, you know as well as I do life will cease to exist,” you pleaded.

“I know. Call Steve,” he said and you frowned ever so slightly. Loki had never, ever called him by any of his names. It was either Captain, or The Patriot.

But he knew this was serious. It was no time to beat around the bush or be clever.

Finally, the spell broke on you of the horror that snaked through both of you and you called him.

“Hello?” His voice sounded wary.

“Steve? Steve, it’s Y/N. Do you know where Vision is?”

“I may have an idea, why? What’s going on?”

“Thanos, the guy that took Loki and me? Brainwashed us. He’s coming to Earth. He may already be here. He’s sending his minions to find the infinity stones. One of them is already in New York, with Strange. Tony, Shannon, and Wong are helping protect it. Vision has the other one. Thanos already has two. He can’t get these other ones, Steve. He just can’t. He will end life as we know it.”

“Alright. What do you need me to do?”

“Get to Vision. Tell me where he is. I can help protect him.”

“He’s in Scotland. Glasgow. They’re staying at a hotel in downtown. Hang on… Grand Central Hotel.”

“Okay. Meet you there. Hurry. Call him if you can.”

“Will do.”

With that, you hung up and turned to Loki.

“We need to get to Scotland. Fast.”

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You were able to take one of Tony’s jets and use its near supersonic speed to get you to Scotland in a matter of a few hours. You found the hotel but Vision, and you were assuming Wanda, weren’t there. You began walking the streets, hoping to find them, or Steve, when you suddenly you heard a scream.

Shit.

You and Loki took off running toward the sound. Only to find Wanda get catapulted into a store window and Corvus Glaive slam a scepter down onto Vision’s head, trying to draw out the stone.

“Hey, fuck bag!” you yelled, your dark energy flowing out of you, hitting him and knocking him off of Vision. Proxima raised her spear and chucked it at you but Loki caught it just before it hit you and he hurled it back at her, knocking her to the ground.

“Go!” you screamed to Wanda and Vision. She nodded, grabbing Vision with her power and going over the tops of buildings. “You gotta go through me, Corvus,” you said with a smirk.

“Too easy,” he said as he charged at you but you raised your hands and electrified him but he raised his spear and shot a spark of power at you knocking you off your feet. Loki tried to keep Proxima busy but at one point, they got away from both of you, fighting Wanda and Vision all over the city, on rooftops. By the time you flew up to the rooftop though, they were already fighting towards a glass ceiling, several feet away from you.

They crashed into a train station where you finally caught up to them, only to find Vision badly hurt, Wanda trying to protect him, and Steve across the tracks. You smiled at him and he stepped forward.

Natasha and Sam suddenly burst onto the scene, where Natasha stabbed Corvus in the stomach and you wanted to applaud her, but now was not the time. The three of them worked to fight Proxima and Corvus until Corvus lied on the ground and he couldn’t stand.

“We don’t want to kill you, but we will,” Natasha said as you approached them.

“You’ll never get the chance again,” she promised, which lit a fire inside you.

A beam of light came down and retrieved them, making you turn to Nat angrily. “You should’ve killed them.”

“What good would it have done?” she challenged.

“You have no idea what’s coming,” you said with accusation. “If we have any flicker of hope against Thanos, we can’t let his army get back to him.”

“I killed one of them, what more do you want?”

“I want every one who is in alliance with Thanos dead,” you deadpanned as you got close to her.

“Alright, alright, take it easy,” Steve ordered gently before getting between you and Natasha.

“I can’t, Steve. The fate of the universe depends on us stopping him. We can’t let any of them go.”

“Well, I didn’t see you taking any fatal shots,” he remarked. The comment made you stiffen and sigh. He was right, and that destroyed you. This was your fault they were alive too. “Alright. Now we need to get back to base.”

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Steve, you, Nat, Vision, Wanda, and Loki walked into the Avengers Compound. Rhodey had been talking to Secretary Ross, the same man who sent most of your friends to jail.

You immediately found Shannon. She was standing at a table, mumbling to herself. You didn’t see Tony and your heart skipped a beat. You approached her, bracing for whatever she was about to tell you.

“Look who's back!” She rushed to you and the others. “Are you guys alright?” She pulled back from hugging you and looked to see who needed healing. “Come here Wanda, let me get rid of that cut.” She got closer and cleared the cut leaving a little irritation.

You shook your head. “Shan, where’s Tony? Stephen?” Your heart was pounding, waiting for an answer, fearing the absolute worse.

She looked over to you and she held her chest and her eyes began to water. “Ton-Tony’s up in space and I lost signal,” she wiped her tears. “He went after Peter to get him off the ship and figure out what their plan was.”

You stood there baffled. “Wait. Shan,” you started, feeling a panic attack coming on. “Back up. How the hell did Tony wind up on that ship? And Peter? Parker? The fucking kid? He’s on the ship? And Stephen…” You choked down a sob. “Tell me they’re not all lost in space with that fucking Squidward asshole… What happened?”

“One moment the three of us are fighting Maw and keeping Bruce safe, the next Peter swings in out of nowhere and is helping. Tony had him go after Maw because he took Strange and the time stone,” she was shaking really hard as she spoke. “Tony rushed after the two of them and had to enter the ship to get to them and I lost the signal once they were too far away.”

It felt as if all the blood had drained from you. “Stephen… is in the hands of Maw? With Tony and Peter and we can’t get ahold of them?” You started to really break down until Loki ran over and wrapped his arms around you, shushing you. He stroked your hair and kissed your head before pushing you slightly away from him.

“Love, I know you're scared, but we have a problem. We need to address it, now,” he reminded softly, but sternly.

“You’re right,” you agreed, swallowing your tears. “Shannon,” you said before wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. We’ll find Tony, alright? We need to find Thanos first. He’s our main objective. Those three can handle that idiot Maw, okay?” You rubbed her arm, trying to keep her calm and refocus her, just as Loki had done for you.

“I know Y/N, there goes Tony again doing something crazy.” she tried to laugh but it made her cry more. “You’re right we need to focus.” In that instant she focused up and was in mission mode. “Alright this is what we know so far…” she went off to explain what she knew and let Steve continue.

“Alright, Y/N, Loki, you two spent the most time with Thanos out of everyone here, what does he want? What are we looking at?” Steve demanded once all the troops were rounded up. Bruce went to get cleaned up and Pietro had to be retrieved from his place in hiding.

“The biggest army in the universe,” you said without hesitation. “The only reason we didn’t win in New York is because subconsciously we didn’t want to. I’m not saying that to start a pissing contest. I’m stating it as a fact. With Thanos army alone, a monkey could win, but we didn’t want to.”

“Could’ve fooled us,” Rhodey remarked and you made a face of chagrin.

“So what’s his mission? What does he want?”

“Annihilation. He wants to gather all six infinity stones and with the snap of his fingers, he can wipe out half of all life across the universe.” After Charles had removed your brainwashing a long time ago, he’d also somehow restored the memories of Thanos’s plans that you’d overheard time and time again on Sanctuary. Thanos probably removed them to make sure you didn’t betray him in any way. Now though, that knowledge was extremely useful and caused you no pain to remember it. You told the Avengers everything you could to help them. He had to be stopped at any and all costs.

“And he already has two,” Steve realized.

“Which is more than anyone has ever had, except for Loki and myself when we had the Tesseract and the scepter, but even then, they were in vessels. Now, the mind stone is on Vision’s head and Thanos crushed the tesseract to get the space stone,” you explained.

“But back in New York we didn’t have Wanda or Vision,” Nat started. “Plus you and Loki are on our side now, right?”

“Of course,” you said as if it was obvious. “You’ll have me, Shannon, and the rest of you. We have a chance, a better chance… but if we are facing Thanos himself… he’s like a rabid dog when it comes to these stones. He won’t stop until he has them all even Vision’s,” you solemnly told them as you peered at Wanda and Vision.

They looked back at you with a look like they didn’t want to believe you but they knew that you were telling the truth.

“Then we have to protect it,” Natasha responded.

“No, we have to destroy it. I've been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head, about its nature. But also, its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source, something, very similar to its own signature, perhaps… its molecular integrity could fail,” Vision suddenly said, aiming it at Wanda.

“And you, with it. We're not having this conversation,” she remarked.

The next few minutes were spent debating on whether or not Vision’s stone had to be destroyed. You didn’t weigh in on the matter. This was Vision and Wanda’s choice.

Finally, Bruce concluded that perhaps Wakanda would have the resources they needed to extract the stone, so that’s where everyone headed.

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 4 years

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Unforseen Chasm (Part 56)

Part 56 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 1991 Warnings: Language, infinity war plot continues, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

“No. I don’t,” you answered shakily.

“Then what are we do--”

“And then what?”

“Then we fight. We protect Vision, and the rest of the stones at all costs. Loki, he can not get those stones, you know as well as I do life will cease to exist,” you pleaded.

“I know. Call Steve,” he said and you frowned ever so slightly. Loki had never, ever called him by any of his names. It was either Captain, or The Patriot.

But he knew this was serious. It was no time to beat around the bush or be clever.

Finally, the spell broke on you of the horror that snaked through both of you and you called him.

“Hello?” His voice sounded wary.

“Steve? Steve, it’s Y/N. Do you know where Vision is?”

“I may have an idea, why? What’s going on?”

“Alright. What do you need me to do?”

“Get to Vision. Tell me where he is. I can help protect him.”

“He’s in Scotland. Glasgow. They’re staying at a hotel in downtown. Hang on… Grand Central Hotel.”

“Okay. Meet you there. Hurry. Call him if you can.”

“Will do.”

With that, you hung up and turned to Loki.

“We need to get to Scotland. Fast.”

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Shit.

You and Loki took off running toward the sound. Only to find Wanda get catapulted into a store window and Corvus Glaive slam a scepter down onto Vision’s head, trying to draw out the stone.

“Go!” you screamed to Wanda and Vision. She nodded, grabbing Vision with her power and going over the tops of buildings. “You gotta go through me, Corvus,” you said with a smirk.

“We don’t want to kill you, but we will,” Natasha said as you approached them.

“You’ll never get the chance again,” she promised, which lit a fire inside you.

A beam of light came down and retrieved them, making you turn to Nat angrily. “You should’ve killed them.”

“What good would it have done?” she challenged.

“You have no idea what’s coming,” you said with accusation. “If we have any flicker of hope against Thanos, we can’t let his army get back to him.”

“I killed one of them, what more do you want?”

“I want every one who is in alliance with Thanos dead,” you deadpanned as you got close to her.

“Alright, alright, take it easy,” Steve ordered gently before getting between you and Natasha.

“I can’t, Steve. The fate of the universe depends on us stopping him. We can’t let any of them go.”

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Steve, you, Nat, Vision, Wanda, and Loki walked into the Avengers Compound. Rhodey had been talking to Secretary Ross, the same man who sent most of your friends to jail.

You shook your head. “Shan, where’s Tony? Stephen?” Your heart was pounding, waiting for an answer, fearing the absolute worse.

“Love, I know you're scared, but we have a problem. We need to address it, now,” he reminded softly, but sternly.

“Could’ve fooled us,” Rhodey remarked and you made a face of chagrin.

“So what’s his mission? What does he want?”

“And he already has two,” Steve realized.

“But back in New York we didn’t have Wanda or Vision,” Nat started. “Plus you and Loki are on our side now, right?”

They looked back at you with a look like they didn’t want to believe you but they knew that you were telling the truth.

“Then we have to protect it,” Natasha responded.

“And you, with it. We're not having this conversation,” she remarked.

The next few minutes were spent debating on whether or not Vision’s stone had to be destroyed. You didn’t weigh in on the matter. This was Vision and Wanda’s choice.

Finally, Bruce concluded that perhaps Wakanda would have the resources they needed to extract the stone, so that’s where everyone headed.

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doeeyeddarlingxo · 4 years

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Myriad Misadventures - Chapter 6

The Myriad Misadventures of a Midgardian Queen-In-Training - Chapter 6

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Word Count: 1211

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Rating: T

Myriad Misadventures - Chapter 6

"Should we wake her up?”

“I don’t want to be rude.”

“We'll have to eventually." Through the fog of semi-consciousness comes a smell, a sweet, cloying perfume. “(Y/N), right?”

You open your eyes slowly, trying not to yawn. "Yes?" The woman leaning over you is short, short as Carlie, almost, with a tiny waist and childbearing hips. Her hair is tinted a dark burgundy, and her straight, shiny teeth are displayed proudly as she grins at you.

"Hi! I'm - "

"Sapphire Georgas, age twenty four. Greece, right?" You rub your eyes as you sit up. "Nice to meet you." She shakes your hand, giggling.

Behind her, Rosa Perez, twenty one, of Argentina, crosses her arms. “Well, it’s about time. Your snoring was unbearable.”

“Excuse me?” You don’t snore! At least, you don’t think you do...Do I?

“I’m sorry. But, um, it’s nice to meet you. Rosa, right?” Instead of answering, she turns her eyes to the ceiling.

Oh. Okay.

The others introduce themselves: there’s Rosa, Sapphire, Irina, Alexandra, Rhea, Li Sun, Juliette, and, of course, you. You’re trying to categorize them when you feel a slight shift in the otherwise steady movement of the train. From the others’ reactions, you know you’re not alone.

“Are we speeding up?” Sapphire runs to the window. Rhea shakes her head, smiling almost maternally. From what you’ve seen of your fellow contestants up until now, she is the most mature, by far. “Slowing down, I think.”

Sure enough, when you join Sapphire by the window, you see crowds of people waving and yelling as the train pulls into a new station. You look back at the others. “I think we’re here.”

At once, all seven girls rush for the door, all eager to be the first one out - from what you hear, you’re fairly certain Rosa wins. Let them fight. I’m not rushing. The cameras, the cheering masses - you don’t want any part of it.

The roar of the crowd takes you by surprise, and your eyes widen in shock - only for a moment, though, before you’re forced to shut them against the bright sunlight. Squinting, you can just make out the faces of those closest to the stanchion - mostly girls, mostly young. Your age, give or take a few years. The excitement on their faces - jealousy, for some - hits your heart in the worst way. They’d probably switch places with me in a heartbeat.

If only they knew.

You walk closer, following Rhea at a distance of a few yards.

“(Y/N)!”

“Over here, (Y/N)!”

“Lady (Y/N)?” You look down, the smile leaving your face for a moment as you see a little girl, surely no older than six or seven, holding out a Sharpie and a notebook. “Could you please sign my book?”

Taking the book from her, you recognize it as an autograph book, the kind they sell at amusement parks, with a pink fuzzy cover and ribbons on the side to tie it with. Opposite the earliest blank page, Minnie Mouse’s sweet, bouncy signature swoops and curls in purple ink. Little heart above the “i.”

You force yourself to smile again, ignoring the sudden sting of tears. “Of course, sweetie.”

You do your best to make it look pretty. Funny, you’d always dreamed of being a princess, someone little girls looked up to, but this just wasn’t how you’d imagined it happening.

Several other people want your autograph, after that. By the time you finish, you’re stunned and speechless and more than a little emotional, even as you settle yourself in the new train. Slightly scared, too - some of those teenage girls who asked for autographs made comments that were most definitely passive-aggressive.

"You okay?"

"Huh?" You look away from the window to see Irina has slid in next to you. "Yeah, just...thinking."

She smirks, but not unkindly or in a way that comes off as condescending. More...conspiratorial. As though you're an old friend she hasn't seen in a while. "Yeah, you've probably got the most to think about, huh? What's it like, being the only min?"

"What do you mean?"

"Minimum ager," she explains. "Juliette and Li are maxes. I'm twenty, which makes me closest to you, I think, but you're the only teen. So, what do you think?"

"What do I think?" She nods. "Of what?"

She gestures around the train car. "Them. Him. All of this."

"I...I'm scared." It feels good to admit. But then you remember that this is a government train, and you don't know who might be listening. "...of failing."

She raises an eyebrow, and you can tell by the look on her face that she is not buying your flimsy cover up one bit. “Failure?” Thankfully, she lets the issue rest.

Something else occurs to you. “So, how come all of you, like, know English?”

She throws back her head, laughing. “You think I’m speaking English?” She lets out one last snort before getting the giggles under control. “That’s funny.”

“You mean, um, you’re, like - ”

“I’m speaking Russian. To me, you all sound like you’re speaking Russian, too. Sapphire over there probably hears Greek, Rosa’s probably registering Spanish.” She shrugs. “Must be some kind of spell or something. I mean, we’ve got to be able to communicate somehow, right?”

"Whatcha talking about?" The train stops, and Sapphire crashes into you.

You help her to stand. "Ah, my gosh, I’m so sorry 'bout that, I - "

"Nothing to apologize for! You excited?"

You exchange a look with Irina. "Excited?"

"God, yes! When they announced the names, my sister - my twin - looked like she wanted to murder me." She giggles again. "He's gorgeous, isn't he? I know, I know, we haven't even met him in person yet, but let me tell you..."

Exactly what you're supposed to let her tell you, you're not sure, because she trails off, gazing at nothing in particular with a dreamy look on her face. “I mean, I’m, like, nervous. I dunno, I have no idea, like, how to...you know. Live in a palace. I’ll probably fall flat on my face.” As you speak the words, you realize they’re truer than you’d thought. You want to get out as soon as possible...but if you can avoid humiliating yourself on national - sorry, international - television, that would be preferable. “I mean, it’s a bit much. I’m excited, I guess, just not used to being around so many people who aren’t either my age or else teachers.”

Irina laughs. “Girl, I graduated college last year, and let me tell you, you should be glad you don’t have to suffer through all that shit.”

You shrug. “Depends on how long I last.”

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” Rosa calls across, her voice sickly-sweet.

Irina rolls her eyes. “Back off, Perez,” she says. Before Rosa can retort, the train stops again, much more abruptly than last time, and everyone grabs on to the back of their seats to avoid flying across. Once everything has settled, once you've smoothed down your skirt and helped Irina help Sapphire fix her hair, once the doors open, that's when you speak.

"So, I guess this is it?"

Rhea, waiting by the door, overheats you and nods. "This is it."

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revwinchester · 6 years

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Guten Tag

Summary: Sam is a model contestant on the fashion design reality show Project Runway but when his designer gets sent home, he assumes he’s heading home, too.

Written for @spnaubingo; square filled free space

Pairing: Sabriel (not overly so, it’s really just some flirting on Gabe’s part at the end)

Word Count: 750

Rating: General Warnings: None; AU - model!Sam, fashion designer!Gabriel, reality television show.

A/N: Another multiple fic day! Huzzah! Though, I’m realizing that the little phrases and devices I use over and over in my fics become much more obvious when I post a bunch... Anyhow... Apparently, they’ve stopped doing the model selection on camera on Project Runway, which is a dang shame. It was simultaneously suspenseful and predictable... Oh well.

I got this idea while I was working on the Skin Wars Destiel fic. I hope you enjoy this little dose of model!Sam and fashion designer!Gabriel.

Guten Tag -

This was the worst part of the entire competition, Sam decided. The waiting and the wondering. The being on display he could deal with, it was his job, after all, though he was usually wearing more than a pair of boxer briefs… usually. But he had known that he was signing on for all of this when he was selected as one of the models for the first ever menswear edition of Project Runway. He had hoped that the designer he had been paired with would be the winner but that dream had died the day before when Gadreel had been sent home. Now, with half of the designers gone, Sam’s chances at winning the model’s prize were slim to none.

Sure, there was always the chance that another designer would pick him but everyone had been loyal to their models so far. There hadn’t been any swaps and the model paired with the losing designer had always been the model sent home. Despite the lascivious (and, frankly, creepy) looks he’d been getting from one of the designers all season, Sam didn’t hold out much hope. He had already gotten more national exposure than ever before, he reminded himself. He had modeled the hell out of Gad’s clothes and his star was on the rise. He could be content going home with that knowledge.

Just as Sam had expected, once the model selection began, the remaining designers called out familiar names. The winning designer got first pick and with each passing choice, Sam became more and more certain that he was headed back home. Luc, the designer that had been ogling Sam throughout the competition, raked his eyes up and down Sam’s body when it was his turn to choose but, ultimately, he decided to stick with his model, Nick. Sam let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He knew that Luc and Nick had a pretty good relationship but, if he was being honest with himself, Sam was relieved that the designer had passed on him.

The model selection continued for another few minutes until there was only one designer left.

Gabriel looked up at the two models remaining on the runway. He and Loki had gotten along just fine at first and he was used to designing to his measurements by now but things had gotten heated between them during the most recent challenge. Really, he should just stick with Loki and get on with the show. It was the smart decision and the safe move. But Gabriel’s had never really been known for playing it safe and his attention kept getting drawn back to Sam.

Sam was a little taller than the average male model, so that would be an adjustment if Gabriel chose him, but it was only by an inch or two and he was certain that he could handle that. Really, though, Gabe thought Sam was gorgeous. Sure, all of the men modeling the designers clothing were attractive but there was something about Sam that had caught Gabriel’s eye immediately and he had been jealous of Gadreel when Sam had stopped at his workstation and introduced himself.

“You’re both amazing models,” Gabriel said now that it was his turn to pick. He hated that he was the one sending one of these men home but that was the way the game was played. “Loki, we’ve worked well together throughout this competition so far.” Gabriel watched as Sam hung his head, waiting for the inevitable “auf wiedersehen” from Heidi and he smiled to himself. “But I’d really like to move forward working with Sam.”

Sam’s head shot up, his hazel eyes wide with disbelief, and Gabriel heard a couple of murmurs from the other designers. “I’m so sorry, Loki,” he added.

Once they were back in the workroom, Gabriel had a moment to take Sam’s measurements. “Why did you… I mean, thanks. But why did you pick me?” Sam asked as Gabriel wrapped the tape measure around his torso.

Gabriel pulled back, confused by Sam’s self conscious tone of voice. “You’re the best model in this competition,” Gabriel whispered, not wanting the other designers to hear his opinion on Sam, lest they use it against him somehow, “and have you looked in a mirror recently? You’re gorgeous, kiddo!” The second half of his declaration was louder as he went back to work with a smug smile on his face at the blush he had been able to draw from his new model.

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Myriad Misadventures - Chapter 54

The Myriad Misadventures of a Midgardian Queen-In-Training - Chapter 54

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Word Count: 2125

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Rating: T

Myriad Misadventures - Chapter 54

He keeps his word.

To be clear, you only go without speaking to each other for a week. But you are the first to initiate contact—a smile in the hallway. You are the one who sends him an invitation to go horseback riding. You are the one who begins knocking on his door to discuss politics and philosophy for hours on end.

He puts the reins in your hands, and you accept them with grace.

But you don’t kiss again.

He’s leaving the choice to you in this, too, you know. And Lord knows you want to do it, want to kiss him.

But then you’ll see him interacting with the other women. Riding with Irina, reading with Rhea, playing piano with Rosa on the violin. And this is normal, you know. You can’t expect him to completely ignore the other women just because you’ve asked for space.

But it still leaves you at a loss, somehow.

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There’s a knock on your door first thing in the morning.

“Come in, Meg,” you call out, your eyes still heavy. It’s been over a month since the Walden Incident (as you’ve since termed it in your head). It’s not much time, but you have been grateful to find sleep and security already coming more and more easily with each passing day.

“Not Meg.”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of his voice.

“May I come in? Are you decent?”

“Yes! I mean, wait. Give me two minutes.” You slip out from under the covers and onto the floor as silently as possible, tugging on the tie of your robe to make sure it's secure. You take quick jog to the bathroom to rinse your mouth and face, before returning to unlock the door.

And there he is, looking unfairly put-together for just after sunrise, with an enormous tray of food, which he hands to you. “I was hoping to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but this seemed more practical.” He turns to leave.

You get over your shock soon enough to call out. “Wait!” He turns back, his eyes...hopeful, almost. “I mean, this is a lot of food for one person. If you want to join me…”

He hesitates. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

You give him a look. “At this point, I think you can trust me to tell you if I think you’re imposing.” It’s the kind of gentle ribbing you used to fling at him all the time, the kind that has only tentatively returned to your vocabulary in the last few weeks.

You can tell from his relieved smile that he’s noticed.

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An hour later, the food is long gone, but you’re still talking. And somehow, you’ve ended up on the one topic you had planned to avoid: the other women. It seems this habit comes along with the familiarity.

“I mean, Rhea is just incredible at politics. Sorry, I mean Lady Rhea,” you joke. “Truly. She makes even Rosa and Irina look amateurish.”

“Just Rosa and Irina?”

You snort. “Well, yeah. I mean, it’s not as though making me look amateurish is a particularly high bar.”

He doesn’t laugh. Instead, a crease appears between his brows. “Why do you do that still? After all this time?”

“What?”

“Cut yourself down.”

“Is it really cutting myself down if I’m just stating the truth?”

"And there it is again." He's not looking at you again, agitated as he walks away from the bed. "I thought you'd finally accepted your place here."

"I don't understand."

"You didn't want to be here from the first. You’ve undermined yourself at nearly every possible turn."

"Then why am I still here?"

He shakes his head, still avoiding your gaze. "I know what people say about me outside these walls. What they think of me. Before the idea for the competition was announced, I spoke with some trusted individuals who suggested I show the world a different side of me. Raise up one of you Midgardians as my equal."

"But you didn't have to keep me.”

“You chose not to leave.”

“And maybe that was a mistake. What good am I doing here?”

“I told you - ”

“Don't give me that bull about getting a bigger audience. You'd still have just as many teen girls watching if I went home," you add accusingly. "I'm not a good fit."

"The response of our audience thus far would suggest otherwise."

You pad across the room to stand next to him in front of your dresser. He doesn't appear to notice; his gaze remains fixed on the smooth, shiny wooden surface. "What do you mean?"

"This is about public opinion as much as it is my own, if not more so. Part of the selection process was based on my own preferences, yes. But we've been paying attention to the civilian reaction."

"You mean, you know what people are saying about me? Right now?" You reach out and gently touch his arm. "Can I see?"

He sighs, but nods. Before you materializes a thin square of glass, like someone had taken an iPad and removed everything but the screen. The Good Evening, America website is displayed, a stars-and-stripes background with Ashley Marino's smiling face decorating the top right corner.

THE CHOOSING

MEET THE CHOSEN

You click on your name. It's strange, seeing your information page, the picture from last week’s shoot displayed next to facts such as your name, age, etc.

WHO DO YOU THINK WILL ASCEND TO THE THRONE?

On this page, there's a large pie chart, with four divisions. To your surprise, you’re in second place - you’d have thought for sure you’d be last. Rhea and Rosa are tied for first, with Irina following you. You scroll down, reading the various comments under your name.

~ (Y/N) is a little rough around the edges, but that's what I like most about her. And she's so mature for her age! ~

~ My favorite is definitely Lady (Y/N). She's so real and relatable! I think she'd make a great queen. ~

~ I was a little skeptical about the whole thing at first, but now I can't stop watching! My favorite segment was the masquerade ball - the looks on the girls’ faces were priceless! I can't believe (Y/N) didn't realize she was dancing with the king! ~

~ (Y/N) and I went to school together! She's a total sweetheart. If you're reading this, (Y/N), everyone from sophomore year English is still rooting for you! ~

~ I love (Y/N)! She and Loki have such awesome chemistry, I can't believe they haven't kissed yet! Irina's probably my second favorite. ~

There are many, many more. Much more than you would ever have expected.

"Is this for real?"

"Indeed. They are quite taken with you."

"And the others?"

"They appreciate Rhea and Irina's maturity. Rosa appeals to their need for drama. And you..." He gestures to the tablet. "You see."

"I see." You look back up at him. "But I still don't understand."

“I find that hard to believe when I quite literally just handed you the answers.” He turns away. You follow him as he paces around the room.

“I’m behind two other girls, both more capable than I am, and prettier, and probably much more everything. If this whole thing is just about publicity, why can’t you just send me home?”

You nearly run into him as he comes to a halt. “You’ve had the option to go home for nearly a year now. Is that really what you want?”

“I…” You stop yourself. “I don’t know.” You look down at your feet, feeling like a child who has just been reprimanded.

“Then you’ll stay.” Without so much as a glance in your direction, he heads for the door.

“But Lo - ”

He whirls around. “You forget yourself, Lady (Y/N). You are honor bound to stay and fulfill your duties as a Chosen without complaint until you are released or until the end of the competition, whichever comes first.”

You stare at him, feeling hollow. “So I have no choice anymore.”

For a long moment, neither of you blink. You will yourself to remain steady, to not cry. Finally, he speaks. “None of us have a choice in this, (Y/N). Not you, nor I, nor any of us. You would do well to remember that.”

You unfreeze just as he reaches the door. “So...so what?” He pauses, his hand resting on the knob. “You expect me to stay here and, what, entertain you with my mistakes? My silly Earthling sentiment? Let you use me as a lure to get rid of unsavory figures, to appease the fangirls, to win over the human race? I am not a tool - ”

“No, you are not. You are a Chosen one.” He stops and swallows, in what looks like an attempt to rein in his temper. “A ruler must do many unpleasant things for the good of their kingdom, and the same goes for rulers in training. If you were to become queen - ”

“And if I don’t want to?”

“How am I to know what it is you truly want, (Y/N)?” He runs a hand through his hair, almost yanking at it. “I have offered you the chance to leave time and time again. You have forfeited that right time and time again, and now is the time you choose to start fussing about it?”

“Maybe if—”

“I have no time for ‘maybes,’” he snaps. “The cameramen are getting anxious, as are my advisors. They want you to have more screen time, to more evenly divide it among the remaining contestants. You will report to my private quarters at six for a televised dinner.”

“Report?” you ask incredulously. “What is this, an army bunker?”

“I admire your spirit, (Y/N). It is one of the reasons why you are still here to have this argument with me. But you have a responsibility. You have become a role model for the people of your planet, and until the moment you leave this palace, you will behave as such. If I have to order you around to ensure that happens, so be it. It's entirely up to you.” His eyes flash as he finishes speaking: a challenge. He's what, testing me? Fine.

"Fine." He appears to be surprised by how readily you've agreed, but you continue talking before he can open his mouth. "I'll come to dinner. But don't expect me to suddenly feel thrilled to be here just because you refuse to let me leave."

He pauses, as though thinking it over. "As long as you're there."

And then he's gone.

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You take time in constructing your appearance, enlisting Meg's help to put up your hair with delicate silver pins, each topped with a single, tiny black stone, one of the only pieces in your jewelry box that isn't some shade of green. You sit down to allow her to add the finishing touches: an ornate onyx necklace and earrings that match the hairpins.

"You're done, miss.”

You feel rebellious as you examine your reflection in the mirror. This dress is different from any you've worn before - low cut sweetheart neckline, with long sleeves that just barely miss your shoulders. Despite being a day dress, the skirt reaches the floor, fading into a slight train in the back, long enough to lend the piece a dramatic flair without tripping you up or slowing you down.

But none of that is the best part. No, the most wickedly wonderful thing about this dress is that, from bustline to train, the entire thing is varying shades of dark red. You don't know how Meg managed to pull it off, but she did, and in a big, big way: burgundy lace layered atop yards of smouldering maroon silk, the latter catching the light just so, each move you make sending a muted shimmer rippling through the fabric. You've made the executive decision to forgo the underskirt, which was thinner than normal to begin with, in favor of wearing it loose, and it drapes itself over your body in a way you didn't know was possible, clinging to your corset and hugging your hips before dropping so that it curves around the outline of your leg only when you take a step forward. The only thing that would make it more scandalous would be to put a slit in the skirt. To top it off, Meg used black kohl to give you a subtle cat's eye, brushing light amounts of eyeshadow just below your brow bone, and exaggerating the shape of your lips using a shade of rouge that matches the dress.

You look older.

You look fierce.

You look ready to kick some Psycho-Alien-Whatshisface ass.

Let's do this.

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