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Visiting your hometown
What happens when you take your man to your home town? As your memories, people and places come together how will he react?
A small/long drabble to get me back into writing. Enjoy!
Victor Creed
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This mutant never thought that he would walk in your hometown. He didn't expect to see cultures that morph together into one special town, your town. A place where you grew up. So keeping all that in mind he was cautious. Various not to offend someone or to say a rude word in your mother tongue. For the first time in his life, he is frazzled and nervous. he will keep in his front pocket a small leaflet some words he heard you say a few times that may be of some assistance. trying to woo you.
-that old hag showed me the middle finger. let's go.
Unfortunately, anything that he says wrong, will be your responsibility to amend it. so good luck.
Loki
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you just know that Loki will have your mother tongue in his little finger (that sounds weird but let's carry on) but do not be fooled, he can not survive the morning wave of people in the farmers market. something that is pretty much normal for you. Loki doesn't know how to feel when he sees the local butcher wrapping the meat in todays' newspaper giving it to buyers or how people shove him to the side as his black suit with the green scarf is more than brought down in value. he will hear the near shouts of Famers that are trying to sell their livelihood to him as his head goes from one side to another in a split second. he will easily get reeled in by the old farmer who just smells the innocence on the Midgardian addressed god. you know the moment you grabs his hand he looks at you.
-how did you ever survive in this chaos?
-I thought you said that chaos is your middle name.
-it is however my kind of chaos is more dignified.
-survive just a little bit more, I need to go to that man in the corner.
-oh, no...
Thor
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we all in the fandom know that thor is a ball of joy. but when he lands in your city, your territory he is stoic. he is here on a mission and no one should stand in his way. he will glue himself to your side and he will hold the dictionary book in his mighty right hand and your hand in his left. he will not stand for wasting a day on mundane stuff that you do with him back in the HQ so say goodbye to lazying around. when you go to the oceanic part of your country you are now almost ready to drown him in the ocean. or just leave him on the road, it is getting that heavy.
-thor, think it is time to stop.
-what do you mean?
-to be honest, I don't know anymore I am so tired.
-you are right... let us stop. for 2 minutes and then you can drive again.
-I will leave you here.
Bucky Barnes
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bucky loves to travel. he loves to see you in the role of a guide you tell him about the park where you cut your leg open and when you got to the hospital as a nun stood above you praying for your recovery. bucky loves to feel the fresh air going into his nose thinking to himself how this was the same air that you breathe in. he loves to see all the different parts of the city where you went to. even so much that he went to your former hairstylist.
-bucky, you don't have to do this.
-nonsense, doll. I want to experience it. just like you did.
-that was eons ago. and I wore super short hair, like a hedgehog.
-hedgehog?
-yeah, it was so short that I only put on gel and made small spikes.
- I will give everything I have and say that you looked beautiful.
-alright, your call.
Steve Rogers
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steve cannot wait for enough for him to arrive in the city where you walked, ran, and laughed. he cannot wait to enter your old apartment and see all of the hidden pieces that he wants to know. he loves to help you clean the apartment and see a big box of your old photos. he will look with your through on the hard wooden floor with one arm around your shoulders as you talk about each photo. even showing him the photo of your sister.
-when will I meet her?
-I don't know.
-didn't you say that she lived here, still?
-yeah...
-I want to meet her. I think am ready for it.
-okay...
Bruce Wayne
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you just know that when you told him to pack his bags to go with you he did his research. he knows when, how the city was built. he will try to memorize the tongue twisters and say them horribly wrong just to make you laugh. when he looks at your old apartment he tries to envision the day you left it all behind to go to Gotham and it breaks his heart to imagine you in tears.
-bruce.
you take his calloused hand feeling his fingers tighten the grip.
-sorry, I immediately imagined you when you moved out. I got sad.
-why?
-because, you surely cried.
-I did, a little, but this city didn't have that something.
-and what is that?
-you dumbass. now stop sulking we need to clean.
Clark Kent
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as Clark arrived at the farm where your aunt lived he couldn't help feel but prepared. he saw the cows eating grabs and was ready in a split second to milk it just to show off his soft and delicate side. Clark heard the stories of your aunt, well one of them, and from what he concluded, for now, this aunt was the beginner level, nice one, the one who won't tear him a new one if he doesn't treat you right. as the door opened you greeted your aunt in your mother tongue and introduced your man. Clark shakingly trying to reply in the mother tongue feeling the few letters that stood together could fall more apart than from his mouth. your aunt laughed hugging him and roughly patted him on his back. almost like a punch if you will. you look at your aunt and Clark cannot help but stand behind you as he whispered.
-what did she say?
-she said that you seem stiffer than a goat's turd.
-you said that this aunt was nice.
-she is. but that is the way we express ourselves.
-with curse words???!!
-what better way.
Arthur curry
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Arthur was relaxed when he arrived, he was laid back when he slept in your apartment but that all suicide jumped off a cliff as he shook hands with your mother. Your mom wasn't that intimating but he heard the stories of her standing to your abusive father and running away with just some change in her pocket and a used car. he knows that the woman in front of him is strong can make or break your relationship. so he held the coffee cup in his hands as if was the key to everything he needed to know how to make your mother happy. he saw how your eyes sparkled when you talked to her how your smile ever left for a second you take what seemed to him in complete gibberish but cute gibberish. your mother turns to him asking in English.
-so Arthur, can I call you by your first name?
-yes, madam. of course, you can.
-thank you. well, then Arthur what do you do for a living?
with a small nod from you, he tells the honest truth.
-I am a superhero. but minus the stupid cape. I am here to keep you and your daughter, of course, safe from all danger. and I hope you will like me!!!!
you turn to your mother with a small chuckle as you tell her in your mother tongue.
-he is helpless.
-he seems like it, good luck, Y/n.
Orm Marius
nothing can save his pulse from rising as he walked with the crowd of people in the town square only your hand which he held more than tightly enough. you stopped pointing at a big statue of a colonel on a horse placed in the middle of the square.
-he is a big deal.
-yes, I can imagine the poor people that had to lift it up to place it here.
-yes, but thanks to those people, people now in the present can always remember what they went through at that time.
he didn't find any specialness in the statute for him it lacked in far more than that he can count but when he saw your face looking at the statue he knew that whatever that stirred in you he wanted to see it every day. he only squeezed your hand placing a kiss on your knuckles.
-does this mean you want in your likeness?
-sure, but only if you will make it.
-oh, darling, that is a recipe for chaos.
The Joker
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j never put effort into himself. he did in destruction, in chaos, in mayhem, and even in covering his white skin with some basic foundation as he meets your off the edge aunt. when you told him that every second sentence from her is a curse he was more than ready to meet her. because sometimes crazy people click with the people who like to curse. everyone knows that. so when he sat in the house of your crazy aunt he firstly observed, he watched you talked together and exchanged laughs, even more, when you ever brought to tears as you laughed off the curses she threw at you so playfully making even j smile. so when she turned to him it was game time. and you were the translator.
-my aunt asked what is that you do for a job?
-tell her I am the man of your dreams.
-I told her that.
-damn, then tell her-WHAT?!
you giggle at his shock as you heard the playful quote she told you when you were little and j wanted to know what she said.
-what did she say?
-she said "if a girl gives a man a hand, she will give him her ass"
-your aunt is a wise woman.
- I knew you would like her.
Duncan Vizla
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Duncan likes to take walks and taking a walk with you next to him as you showed him around your old neighborhood and told him stores of the always pissed on metal slide and the always filled cafes that were always the pinpoints for some scammers he found in question why you like it so much. as you showed his around you stopped at your old elementary school. you showed him the main entrance was where everyone hurled in the morning hours and where you sat with your friends and talked about the horribly proffers that still to this day haunt you. something he heard you mumble in your sleep.
-she was that awful?
-yes, and people like here never get old it's like the evilness she has in her keeps her eligible for work.
-am i not the same?
he couldn't ask a stupider question. and for that, you punched him in the shoulder.
-don't compare yourself to her. you aren't evil.
-you are forgetting my job, darling.
-you kill for money, she kills for fun and to keep herself alive. a difference now let's go home I need to remind you just how good and attentive you can be.
-lead the way, dove.
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nekoannie-chan · 3 years
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Fix it
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Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.
Word count: 1254 words. 
Summary:  Steve doesn’t wanna lose you, he would do anything to save you.
Warnings: Death of a character, sad. 
A/N: This is my entry to the @candy-and-writing​’s 1000 Followers Writing Challenge with the prompt #17:
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
Also my entry to @justagirlinafandomworld​’s Time Travel Challenge with the prompt #20:
“So…I died. I’m dead”.
And my entry to @cap-n-stuff​’s Vic’s 500 Followers Writing Celebration with the dialogue prompt #14:
“It wasn’t supposed to end this way”.
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 You knew the opportunity was unique, any mistake and Doom would win, you ran as fast as you could, it was the only option, and there was no one closer. You thought you heard screaming behind you, you ignored it, you weren't even sure if they followed you, there was no time to waste, you felt you were short of air, but at last you had reached your goal, you took out the tools and started disabling the equipment... a few minutes later you knew what to do. 
You turned to see Steve, it would be the last time, your sacrifice would save the world, and for a few seconds you closed your eyes to avoid the tears from coming out, you gave one last look at your boyfriend. 
"I love you... goodbye Steve, "you whispered as you took off the bracelet you used to contain your powers.
A blinding light illuminated the place, Steve was stunned, he could not believe it, he knew perfectly well what that light meant; the plan did not contemplate any sacrifice, he could not conceive that there was any way in which it failed. 
Immediately Steve ran to where the light had originated, began to remove the debris desperately looking for you. It took the rest of them several minutes to understand what had happened. 
As soon as Steve found your body, he hugged it, he was trying to make you react in some way, but it wasn't possible anymore. The rest began to approach, Lorna stopped when she was already very close. 
"No, no... Y/N... Doll... please open your eyes," he asked between sobs. 
“Is Y/N...?” 
"Lorna, don't you dare say it, that's not possible," Wanda interrupted her by sizing to the side of her. 
Gert turned to see Nico, she shook her head, she knew it wasn't something the Staff of One could do, she tried when Gert died in the fight against Morgan and it didn't work.
"Do something! Steve cried desperately at Nico without letting go of your body. 
"I-I'm sorry... I can't revive someone," Nico apologised. 
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Steve lost track time that happened since you die, a very fixed idea had appeared in his head, and he had heard what the Runaways had done several years earlier, even remembering the déjà vu feeling. 
Bucky walked into the room that you and Steve used to share, during all those days he was trying to cheer up and support her friend, but nothing seemed to work. 
"S-Steve, it's about time," Bucky announced, taking his friend off his shoulder. 
Steve didn't answer, he let Bucky direct him to the place where your funeral ceremony would be. After that he locked himself back in the room, he waited for him to go out again, walked to Chase's lab, would come out of doubt once and for all. He rang the bell outside the place. Chase immediately opened. 
"Cap, do you need something?” 
"I wanna talk," Steve replied.
"Sure, come in, I was making some repairs to the Fistigons, I like that they're always ready... you know, in case I need them,” Chase walked over the door to let it go. “What do you want to talk about?” 
"I know you travelled back in time to save Gert, I need you to help me, and I have to prevent Y/N... sacrifices. 
Chase swallowed, he had no idea how Steve had found it out, and as far as he knew they wouldn't tell anyone how they brought Gert back. 
"I don't know what you're talking about.” 
"You know, now that I think about it, maybe I dreamed it," Steve left the lab, realizing where Chase had his time machines stored. 
He spent the next few hours planning how to get one, he was going to do whatever it took to avoid your fateful end, but he wouldn't go to that moment, but a few days earlier, what he wanted was to prevent you from going on that mission.
"Has anyone seen Steve?” Sam asked. No one knew where he was, Chase immediately realized what was going on, when he went to his lab, and he noticed the machine that was missing. 
"Oh no...” 
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 Steve went into the Compound’s kitchen, you were looking for the piece of cake you kept in the fridge to eat later. 
"Steve, did you eat my cake?" You asked him when you saw him come in, seeing that he wasn't responding, you knew he did it. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
"I-I'm sorry, I was hungry.” 
You closed the refrigerator door, saw the clock on the wall, you hadn't even heard the Quinjet arrive, you came up to Steve and looked at him carefully; he did not remember that a few days earlier they had a mission. 
"You're not Steve. Loki, I don't have time for jokes," you said. 
"Y/N, it's me, Steve, seriously...”Steve realized that for the first time he didn't have a plan and didn't know what to do. You were going to call the others who were at the Compound when he stopped you. ”Please listen to me, I can't lose you again.”
 "I beg you pardon?” 
 "I have something very important to tell you.” 
You went to your office where he explained everything, you listened to dumbfounded everything Steve told you. 
"Why should I believe you?" You asked. 
"Because I've done all this to avoid losing you, they lost Gert and figured to get her back, I just can't imagine a world without you.
“So…I died. I’m dead”
Before Steve could answer anything, Nico came into your office. 
“Y/N... Am I interrupting something? Have you returned from the mission yet?”
 "No, is...what happened?” 
"I detected some alterations in the Dark Dimension... if that continues Tandy and Ty will come to investigate, last time they argued with Stark," Nico explained. 
You and Steve looked at each other, there was no choice but to explain what happened. 
"Then the Captain stole one of the machines we used when Gert... how did you know?” 
"I heard one of your conversations one day, you guys should understand me, I lost the person I love, and I just want it back.” 
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The most difficult part was to convince everyone that you would not go on the mission, Chase had finally explained what would happen to Steve, however, he should avoid having contact with his past self, when they arrived at the same time Steve had travelled, and those versions would be replaced, resulting in a new timeline. 
"Steve," you called him. He looked up. “Thanks for saving me.” 
"I love you.” 
"I love you too.” 
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Four months had passed since that mission, a call alerted them, Thanos went for the Infinity stones you had, but it wasn't the only thing, his appearance wreaked great havoc on the Dark Dimension, while Tina, Nico, Tandy, and Tyrone tried to contain everything he wanted to get out of the Loa, the rest was fighting Thanos' army. 
Thanos had got all the stones, after snapping his fingers, disappeared. You felt something weird inside you, it was different than when the force inside you wanted to get out of control, the fear took hold of you, were you dying?  
"Steve?" You called him, you wanted me to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but when he turned around, there were only ashes. 
Steve approached, he was supposed to save you, not to lose you again, he dropped to his knees.
 “It wasn’t supposed to end this way” 
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lokigodofaces · 3 years
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thoughts on loki ep 2: the variant (spoilers)
under cut to not disturb your scrolling
Overall I enjoyed so that's good
Uh frick my mind blanked so sorry if things are completely out of order
I don't know, I expected the renaissance fair to be 2012 or 2021 or 2024 (Loki's time, our time, current time in the "sacred timeline"). So I was genuinely surprised when it was in 1985.
Ok, i really like the title card thing. And how the year scrolls around. It's a nice aesthetic touch there.
I wonder why the female Loki variant chooses her locations? Does she have a thing for renaissance fairs, French cathedrals, and Oklahoma?
1985 is when Back to the Future came out. And it's y'know, one of the most popular time travel movies ever. So I think they chose that year as a reference.
Again, not liking that the minutemen only have numbers, not names. It is giving me lots of Clone Wars vibes. If you don't know anything about Clone Wars, the clones are given number identifiers by the Kaminoans. Things like CT-7567. The clones would give themselves names (CT-7567, for example, names himself Rex). A really good sign throughout the series that someone is a sketchy person is if they call the clones by their numbers. The clones don't want to be known as numbers. They are people too, they deserve names, so they come up with all sorts of creative names (Rex, Fives, Cody, Tup, Hevy, Hardcase, Echo, Waxer, Boil, Wolffe, Jesse, Kix, Fox, Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, Omega, Tech, Matchstick, etc). The jedi respect this, and the only jedi that i can think of that called clones by their numbers is Krell, who fell to the dark side. the Kaminoans and other sketchy people all call them by their numbers and the clones don't like it. A big focus of the show is on the clone's agency (at the end, they all have brain chips that take away their agency and force them to kill jedi), and how the clones need to be respected. So for me to see in another series that people are only given numbers is bad. What's worse is that the minutemen are fine with this. They don't see it as dehumanizing or belittling. They are brainwashed into being okay with it. Which says a thing or two about the Time Keepers.
did. did the renaissance fair really have Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out for a Hero" for their renaissance themed fight? Is this normal? Was it normal in the '80's? We saw later that the female Loki can do electronic stuff. Did she rig it to play it? For the vibes?
Also the stuff before the song was about fighting for a princess, and in the end she kidnaps C-20.
Okay, btw, I'm just gonna say Lady Loki for a while because no one has explicitly said Sylvie yet, so I'm going to refer to di Martino as Loki until she or another calls her Sylvie. Cool? Cool.
I was thinking the "Holding Out for a Hero" fight would be the roomba fight or something. It is such a good song that has huge potential for this genre. Why did they use it in a lame fight as that one?
When Lady Loki did the spell on C-20, it looked similar to what Wanda and Agatha can do. As in, it had similar visuals.
Loki reading a random magazine he finds while sitting with his feet on the desk bored out of his mind because he has to learn sh*t is a MOOD.
What is Miss Minutes? She can jump around anywhere, and pop into computers. But she can't be just a projection. She took the effort to dodge Loki swatting at her, so that may mean she was corporeal. She also could be something similar to the Kree's Supreme Intelligence?
So, did Mobius give Loki the shirt, tie, and slacks, but really didn't give him the jacket until they had to call him in? What? That makes no sense? Did the TVA not have any jackets with the variant label? Did someone have to custom design a jacket for Loki?
What is up with this show giving me things I wanted to see only in holographic form? First we saw Coulson's death, and now Loki in his Jotun form in a holograph of another variant.
Okay, Loki being someone the TVA has to constantly deal with is very on brand. Loki is a creature of chaos, of course he's going to unknowingly rebel against the sacred timeline.
Also, headcanon that the Jotun Loki we see is king of Jotunheim because that would be epic.
Also, for personal reasons I choose to believe there is a Loki variant that defeated the Avengers and immediately went queer rights.
Loki's reaction to there being many Loki variants. He's seen what his life is supposed to be. I think he is even more upset that the TVA often deals with him, that there are so many things that could have been instead if it weren't for the TVA and the "sacred timeline."
Also, I totally think Mobius was waiting for another Loki to show up to help him defeat Lady Loki. They get them so often, it makes sense.
Loki explaining the difference between illusion projection and duplication was great. And very helpful to me personally understanding lore. Also, Mobius, get your crap together. If you're a Loki expert, figure this stuff out.
Loki calling the TVA out on propaganda, we love that.
The wolf quote is actually very nice, I quite like it.
Okay, the TVA doesn't even bury or cremate or do any sort of ritual for their fallen minutemen, they just reset the timeline. Which to me seems like another way to show how little the TVA actually care for their workers.
There are statues of the Time Keepers in Ravonna's office. The camera pays extra attention to it. Keep reading for more about Time Keepers and cinematography choices.
What. What sort of relationship does Ravonna and Mobius have? What is going on there? I am really confused.
Who is this "analyst on the side?" What is going on there?
Ravonna is MEGA SUS. Along with that, the Time Keepers are mega sus.
She signs R. Slayer. Yeah. Slayer. Not at all subtle, Marvel. Letting us know that she'll do the deed if needed.
Mobius you are sending me mixed signals. What do you want?
Okay, Mobius saying Loki was a "cold, scared boy" and an "ice runt" and stuff was totally a jab at Loki being Jotun.
Mobius saying Loki is insecure because of Lady Loki is...probably true.
With the elevator, the camera stops and focuses on the Time Keepers.
The Creation of the TVA, the beginning of time, the end of time, all classified. That is sus.
Loki almost crying over Ragnarok was good. Let him cry over the destruction of his home.
Loki being the one to discover something the TVA had no idea about after a day is on brand for Loki. And it shows how the TVA really are vulnerable.
Mobius: Really? In front of my salad?
No but the object lesson was well done and actually did help me understand what Loki was talking about.
Casey! Casey drinks grape juice! Imagine how confusing this is for Casey though. Loki is captured, threatens to gut you like a fish (whatever that means), and now he's dressed like an analysist, stealing your juice box. Does Loki get Casey more juice?
Honestly, Loki looking at everything logically and scientifically is fantastic. Adds to the science = magic thing Marvel's got going on, since Loki is a sorcerer.
Loki saying volcanoes are cool is fun. I agree. Volcanoes mean the planet is geologically active, which means we won't die. Also, there is a volcano named Loki on one of Jupiter's moons. I wonder if the creators knew that and put Loki in Pompeii because he is already linked with volcanoes.
Mobius telling Loki to start off small and Loki completely disregarding that felt very personal to me.
Loki being absolutely chaotic and telling everyone they were going to die while speaking perfect Latin was iconic. I want more of that content. Let the man be buckwild.
Again, Loki finding something out after a day that the TVA never knew about is on brand.
"Be free, my horned friends, be free!" I love that way too much.
Mobius being obsessed with jet skis wasn't something I expected, but I'm down for it. Heck, even Loki admitted they were cool.
The discussion on beliefs is going to lead to saying the Time Keepers are bullcrap. Hopefully.
Grapes and nuts are "candy" on Asgard. So, when Loki was eating grapes in Ragnarok, we can interpret that as him eating M&Ms. Second, this might add to something I've seen around here. I've seen things about a book somewhere with Loki saying chocolate fountains are mythical (which is really funny to me). So, I guess Asgard really doesn't have chocolate.
Oh my gosh, so many apocalypses between 2047 and 2051...hopefully none of those happen in real life.
Roxxcart is probably part of Roxxon, something that has been around in Iron Man movies.
Lady Loki got the shovel thing from Roxxcart that she left in Oklahoma! The minutemen said it was from the early third millenia, which is where we are now! 2050 also fits that category!
I saw something about the file saying Class 8 hurricane...there are only 5 classes...which means this is a crazy storm.
Does B-15 want Loki dead? This is a legitimate question, because I think she does. Dead or pruned.
Loki looking around at the storm, I love it. This could be him loving science, or him missing Thor, since Thor creates storms. Also, at this point Loki probably things Thor dies shortly after him in the sacred timeline, so Loki would be particularly sentimental about Thor.
I love Loki drying himself off and not anyone else. And B-15 yelling about his magic. And Loki's motions are so fluid, it's so aesthetically pleasing, I love it.
Dudes, I thought B-15 was going to try to prune Loki when they were alone.
Okay, was Lady Loki bsing about the azalea sale, or does Roxxcart actually do that? I want to know.
Wunmi Mosaku did a really good job as Lady Loki, I loved it.
Loki being annoyed at Lady Loki and saying he understood how Thor felt, does that insinuate Loki can do what Lady Loki was doing?
B-15 and C-20 were both very shaken after being possessed by Lady Loki. I wonder how that felt for them? We've had different explanations of mind control/brainwashing/similar from Clint, Bucky, Daisy, Mack, Fitz, and Monica in the MCU (including AoS). I wonder what is specific to Lady Loki's possession.
C-20 kept going on about something being real. What was that about?
C-20 revealed the location of the Time Keepers to Lady Loki!
Lady Loki not wanting to be called Loki could be a sign she is Sylvie.
There's something weird where Loki's voice echoed around while the camera focused on Lady Loki. Maybe she's telepathic?
Someone needs to keep a tracker on people telling Loki this isn't his story in a show literally about him.
But, that does add to themes for his life, and how everything was always about someone else in his life. He was always a supporting character for Thor, for Odin, for Thanos. Now, even in his own story, everyone insists he doesn't matter.
I was wondering what the reset charges would be used for. I wasn't expecting a massive bombing of the sacred timeline! Wow! That was unexpected and I loved it!
Okay, this isn't from me, this is from New Rockstars. But to list all the places mentioned on chronomonitors, either bombed or not: Knowhere, Barcelona, Niflheim, Dartford, Phong Nha, Lisbon, Vormir, Thorton, Cookeville, Asgard, Rome, Sakaar, Barichara, Porvoo, Ego, Titan, New York City, Tokyo, Hala, Kingsport, Xandar, Beijing, Madrid, Portland, Jotunheim. Bolded are other planets. Those are almost all the planets visited in the MCU. So fun easter eggs there!
I like Lady Loki's aesthetic. The fingerless gloves, the cloak, I love it. And YES SHE ISN'T SEXUALIZED. So many genderbent characters are excuses to sexualize women. But Lady Loki is just as covered as the male Lokis.
Lady Loki just...left the time door open for Loki to follow...for a really long time...I'm worried he's running into a trap.
What is Loki going to do now?
Theory time y'alls: Lady Loki bombed the sacred timeline to flush the minutemen out of the TVA, leaving it defenseless. And she's gonna go after the Time Keepers themselves. We know she gets into the TVA from trailer footage, and that's what I think we're gonna see next episode. I think she (like the Loki we are following) is upset over the lack of free will, and she plans to change that. That's why she wasn't interested in helping Loki "take over" the TVA, because she doesn't want to become the leader of a new TVA, she wants it destroyed.
Alright, back to the Time Keepers stuff. They keep focusing on the middle Time Keeper. Even in the end credits they have a weird cut to focus directly on his face. I'm not 100% on this, but I like this theory. That face is similar to Jonathan Major's, the actor confirmed to be Kang the Conqueror in Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania. Kang is a well known time travelling villain in Marvel. Maybe he is Kang, and is using variant versions of himself (that's a Kang thing in the comics) to mess with the timeline, and no one expects that from him. Also, Renslayer was his S/O for a bit in the comics, and they keep framing her in front of that one Time Keeper's face. I feel like this would be a good way to set up Quantumania and to show how sus the Time Keepers are.
Also, Loki was absolutely adorable the entire episode. And he got to sleep! Yay for him!
Again, I enjoyed, and can't wait for next week!
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Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 3
TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M
When Loki saw Mia the following day, a blush instantly graced her cheeks, making him grin. He went over to her and kissed her cheek in greeting, making the others around them all ‘oooooo.’ He glared at them in return.
‘The date went well last night then?’ Clint asked with a smirk.
They were in the kitchen having breakfast before starting their day.
‘A gentleman never tells.’ Loki said as he held his head high.
Mia went to sort out her breakfast, unable to stop blushing at being the main focus of the conversation within the team.
‘You’re far from a gentleman.’ Stark snorted.
Loki narrowed his eyes at him and folded his arms over his chest. ‘I’d beg to differ.’
Mia had her back to the group as she poured milk into her cereal. But she did speak up. ‘Loki was the perfect gentleman last night. More than rest of you are, that’s for sure.’
Loki grinned and looked rather smug. The team all laughed.
‘Oh no, his mischievousness is already rubbing off on you.’ Tony said as he put his face in his hands, then he looked at Loki. ‘Do NOT corrupt our sweet and innocent Mia!’
When Mia turned around, she met Loki’s gaze and he winked at her with a mischievous smirk. ‘I am making no promises.’
Because Mia’s job was to keep up their social media appearance, it meant she was often right in the action. Taking pictures of the team ‘behind the scenes’ providing it didn’t compromise any mission, as the fans loved to see what the superheroes got up to at times.
So she found herself in the lab with Loki, Tony, Bruce, Fury and Vision. She was typing some stuff up on her laptop in the corner, Loki kept glancing in her direction, unable to stop looking at her.
‘Oi, stop staring at your new girlfriend and concentrate!’ Tony remarked as he tossed a pen at Loki, but with his quick reflexes Loki was able to catch the pen before it hit him, glaring at Tony.
Mia had heard and she couldn’t help the big smile that spread across her face. She tried to concentrate on her work though, even if she could feel the God’s eyes on her often.
Later on, Mia disappeared to get something to eat from the kitchen. When she returned, she had food and drinks for everyone. Including Loki’s favourite flavour of muffins that she had baked a few days ago. When Loki thought about it, she often went out of her way for other people, especially him. She always seemed to get his favourite drink or food and would always beam happily when he thanked her.
The following day Mia was down on the training floor on the benches, watching Thor, Steve, Natasha and Clint training. She was taking a few pictures and posting onto their media. She was thinking about heading off, but Loki entered the hall and she decided to stick around for a bit. Smiling like mad when he waved at her.
He had his full armour on, like Thor, and jumped in to start training. Everyone knew he was deliberately showing off because Mia was watching, even she knew. But she found it flattering, and was always impressed with his skills.
But he was caught unaware.
He had just tricked the rest of them using his illusions and pinned Thor down with a dagger at his throat. When he got up off Thor, he looked over to Mia. He winked at her and grinned, but that’s when he was blindsided by Natasha getting him in a headlock with her ridiculously strong thighs and knocking him down to the ground with a loud thud.
Thor, Clint and Steve all burst out laughing. Mia laughed too and put her hands over her mouth. Loki got up, rather flustered as he flicked his hair back from his face and wiped the dust from his arms. He looked over at Mia sheepishly.
He wandered over towards her as she gathered her things up and stood to meet him.
‘Impressive.’ She smiled up at him.
Loki chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. ‘Aside from the end.’
‘Still impressive. Not many would be able to get up unscathed from being taken down by Natasha.’
‘True. And I was a little distracted by something rather beautiful.’ Loki reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingers along her jawline.
‘There’s uhm… the monthly Avengers interview coming up. I was wondering if you fancy doing it?’ She asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.
It was something new she had started doing, Tony was the first one last month. A small five-minute interview that Mia posted. Just to give fans a little personal insight into the team.
‘Of course. Give the fans who they really want.’ Loki smirked.
‘You do have quite the fanbase, actually.’ Mia laughed.
‘I do?’ Loki frowned, but was intrigued.
‘Oh yeah. They call themselves Loki’s army. Quite the army too.’ She grinned.
Loki titled his head, but he did look a little smug. ‘Well, they have good taste… Are you in my army?’ He raised an eyebrow.
Mia smirked, deciding to play a bit. Feeling brave again. ‘I dunno. Maybe I’m team Hulk.’ She shrugged.
Loki’s mouth parted in mock shock. ‘Well, I will need to work harder to get you on my team.’
‘Sooo… Is that a yes for the interview?’
‘Of course. Anything for you.’
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Mia had asked Loki to meet her before breakfast the next morning in the living room, to do the interview. It would give her time to come up with some good questions.
But Loki decided he wanted to do the interview somewhere more private. So he went along to her room an hour before he was due to meet her.
He knocked and heard Mia call out to just come in. When he entered though, Mia was surprised to see it was Loki.
‘Loki! Hi.’ She stammered quickly, surprised.
Loki was also surprised, she was in her pyjamas. Light blue, with cute baby penguins on them. But his first thought was how adorable she looked, with her messy hair too.
‘Oh gosh! I was expecting Wanda. Sorry, I uh… Let me just get changed real quick.’ She said in fluster, practically sprinting into her bathroom.
Loki smiled and waited until she was dressed. That’s when his eyes were drawn to what she was watching. He was a little confused when he noticed it was on the cartoon channel. But he didn’t think overly much of it, until he then spotted something peeking out from underneath her pillow. Curious, he went over and had a look, it was a colouring book of Disney characters.
His first thought was, did she have a secret child here? But he shook that off, knowing it was ridiculous. He was slightly confused as to why she would have a colouring book. Then he just thought perhaps it was something she enjoyed doing in her down time.
Loki stepped away from her bed, just as Mia emerged from the bathroom. She was looking embarrassed as she stuffed her pyjamas away in a drawer.
‘Sorry… I uhm, should probably check who’s there first.’ She said sheepishly.
‘Not at all. I should’ve said it was me.’ Loki smiled and walked over to her, he rubbed her arm and then leaned down to kiss her on the lips, making her squeak a little and blush so hard. ‘I was rather hoping we could do the interview somewhere private? The others will be a distraction in the living room.’ He chuckled.
‘Yeah, sure. Where would you prefer?’ Mia asked, still slightly flustered from the innocent kiss.
Loki shrugged. ‘Here, if that suits you? Or we could go to my room if you’d rather?’ He asked.
‘Here is good.’ Mia nodded and went over to her desk, clearing some space.
During the interview, Loki couldn’t help but be besotted with her. It was a good excuse for him to be able to just stare at her without being called out on it from the others. He kept his flirting to a minimum, knowing this was going online.  
Mia managed to keep her cool when she asked him questions, she had set up a camera to film him so it was more personal for the fans. They went nuts over the first one with Tony, so she hoped this one would be an even bigger hit.
Once it was uploaded, Mia showed Loki some of the comments. His fangirls were going crazy over it. Especially when Mia had asked him what he thought about having a fanbase. He’d replied in a charming way, saying he appreciated having so much support.
He read one comment: Heck, Loki can rule over me any day! I would kneel for him without being told to!
‘Quite a few say similar. Your, uh, attempt at ruling Earth is all over Tumblr and YouTube. Many have made fan videos out of them.’ Mia said with a laugh.
‘Really? I thought everyone would have been repulsed by what I did.’
‘Not everyone. I mean, I’d kneel for you.’ Mia said without thinking as she shrugged. Then she realised what it was she had just said. Her eyes widened.
‘Oh, really?’ Loki growled a little, leaning down closer to her as he was stood behind her, while she sat on the chair at her desk.
Mia cleared her throat and tried to ignore the fact she had just openly admitted somewhat a fantasy to Loki and that his breath was hot against her neck.
‘This interview is already a huge hit, more so than Tony’s.’ She said to try and change the subject. But Loki spun her chair around so she had to face him as he put his hands on the arms and trapped her in.
‘No changing the subject, pet.’ He chuckled at her doe in the headlights look.
‘I… wasn’t… really… I just don’t know what to say after that.’ She blurted out nervously, her eyes skittishly moving all over his face, unsure on where to look.
But she was saved by the knock. Wanda had arrived, which Mia was slightly relieved for. Though she had a feeling Loki would try and bring it up again later.
He left the girls to it, heading back to his room.
His mind kept wandering to what he’d found in Mia’s room. Or what he’d seen. He went to his laptop and sat down, after thinking for a moment he went to google to see if he could find some answers.
After some researching, he wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up on a kink site. But there he was, reading all about a Daddy Dom/little dynamic.
Some of the characteristics of a little suited Mia to a T. It really got him wondering if she was in fact a little. He then realised that while thinking of her in this kind of way he was slightly aroused.
He looked through a Daddy Dom’s characteristics and was surprised to find he fit a lot of them. When he thought about it, being in that kind of relationship with Mia was very appealing to him. And he thought how it kind of made sense why one girl actually called him Daddy during sex once… Perhaps he just oozed Daddy Dom appeal, he thought smugly.
But he now had to figure out for certain if Mia was into this kind of thing… or if it was just a coincidence. He could of course just ask her outright, but he didn’t want to scare her off if that wasn’t something she was into. He wasn’t going to lie, now he knew about the subject more and had thought about it, he would be a bit disappointed if she wasn’t…
‘Hmm…’ He tapped his lower lip in thought, deciding how to proceed.
After a lot of mulling it over, he decided that trying to coax it out of her naturally was going to be his best route.
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queenofspades20 · 3 years
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Scream - 2
Here is chapter 2 of Avengers AU of Scream for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho spooky challenge. Planning on breaking up the rest of the story into 2 chapters.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Weathers; Avengers x Reader
Word count: 2.3k
Warnings: suspense, inappropriate jokes, mentions of gore 
Natasha was sitting at her desk in her room, working on an essay for her English Literature class the next day. She was putting the finishing touches, when she heard a rustling from the tree outside her window. Natasha made her way over to the window and was looking out.
“Boo!” Clint, Natasha’s boyfriend, popped up.
Natasha jumped back and let out a small scream. “Jesus, Clint. What the hell?” She smacked his arm as he climbed through the window.
A knock sounded from her bedroom door. “Natasha? Is everything ok? I heard a scream”
Natasha raced to the door before her dad, Phil, could come in. She opened the door a little to put her face in the doorway. “Yeah. Sorry. I have Deep Blue Sea on and I’m at the part where the shark jumps out and eats Samuel L. Jackson. Gets me every time.”
Phil just laughed. “The actor that looks like the dean of your college?”
“Yeah. Not that we can ever say that to Fury. I don’t think he’s a fan of getting compared like that.”
“Fair enough. Well, I also wanted to say bye before tomorrow. My flight is pretty early. Don’t forget I’ll be staying at…”
“The Hilton by the airport. I got it, Dad.”
“There’s money for food by the phone downstairs.”
“Are you going to visit that violinist while you’re there?” Natasha asked her father. He had met the woman on a business trip last month. Natasha knew that before her mother died, her parents were going through a rough patch, so Natasha wanted to see her dad happy again.
Phil blushed.  “Maybe. She and I have just been chatting. I don’t know if it’ll go anywhere.”
“That’s fine, Dad. It doesn’t have to. I’m just happy to see you put yourself out there. I guess I’ll say goodnight and have a safe flight.” Natasha moved out of her room to hug Phil. He hugged her back.
“I’ll see you on Monday. Night, Nat.”
Natasha moved back into her room and closed the door. A stuffed bear popped up from the other side of the bed. “That was close,” Clint said in a silly voice.
“What are you doing here, Clint?”
Clint got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He chuckled. “I was watching Exorcist and it made me think of you, so I decided to come over.”
“A horror movie made you think of me?” Natasha crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“When we started out, we were rated R on our way to NC-17. But these days, we seem to have a PG rating.”
Natasha thought for a moment. “With what happened to my mom last year, I’m sorry I haven’t been up for more.”
Clint started shaking his head while Natasha was talking. “I know you’ve been dealing with that. I’m not bringing it up to pressure you into anything. I just, I kind of miss where we used to be.”
Natasha sighed. “I miss where we used to be too. I just need time.”
“I get it. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Now, you need to get out of here in case my dad hears you. I don’t need him kicking your butt.”
Clint climbed out of the window but leaned his face in. He puckered his lips. Natasha smiled and rolled her eyes. She moved close to him and they shared a soft kiss.
“Hey, Clint. Would you settle for a PG-13 relationship?”
“What’s a PG…” Clint started. Natasha lifted up her sleep shirt to flash him. Clint stared at her for a moment. Natasha lowered her shirt and laughed. “You’re dangerous, Nat.”
“Love you,” Natasha responded.
“I love you, too.”
After Clint left, Natasha finished her essay, shut off her laptop, and went to bed.
When Natasha approached the campus the next morning, there were dozens of police cars with their lights flashing all over the parking lot. There were reporters everywhere. “The brutal murder of Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers…” “The worst crime since the murder of Maria Coulson almost one year ago…” Natasha could hear random sentences from the reporters.
Wanda Maximoff ran up to Natasha. “Hey, did you see the post on Shieldbook last night?”
Natasha looked her best friend. “No. I had the essay for Lit to finish and just went to bed. I didn’t look at any social media last night.”
“Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers were murdered last night. Sharon’s body was hanging from a tree. The killer took a picture and posted it to Shieldbook.”
Natasha ran her hand along her face. “Oh my God. Sharon sits next to me in Lit.”
“Well, not any more. Anyways, not only was the picture posted on Shieldbook, her aunt Peggy is the one that found the bodies.”
“That poor woman.”
The girls made their way towards the front entrance to the school.
“Natasha! Natasha!” yelled a voice from about 20 feet away. Y/F/N Weathers ran up towards Natasha.
“Oh no.” Natasha hated the reporter. Y/F/N Weathers covered her mother’s murder a year ago. Weathers argued that the person charged, Bruce Banner, was innocent. She tried to argue that Natasha was a liar and was crazy. Natasha was certain that the person she saw leaving that night was Bruce. She was even able to identify the jacket, which had her mother’s blood all over it.
“Natasha, what are your thoughts on the murders that happened last night?” Y/N asked, hold a microphone towards Natasha.
“No comment.”
“Do you think they’re related to your mother’s murder?”
It took everything Natasha had in her to not punch Y/N. Wanda jumped in, “What the hell is your problem, bitch?”
Natasha grabbed her friend’s arm and led her away. “Not the time, Wan. She’s not worth it.”
“She deserve a major punch for the shit she’s put you through. You saw Bruce Banner leaving that night. And she keeps trying to drag you through the mud.”
“I know! I know! I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve it. I just don’t want more attention on me than what’s going to already be on me. Let’s just get to class.”
The girls made their way to their class. Natasha couldn’t stop staring at the seat next to her that was usually filled with Sharon. They weren’t the closest of friends, but they would often pass notes in class. As Natasha was lost in thought, an officer came into the room and passed a note to the professor.
“Natasha?” Natasha looked up at her professor. “It would appear it’s your turn.”
Natasha grabbed her bag and walked to the dean’s office.
“Who’s next?” Dean Fury asked.
“Um, Natasha Romanoff,” Deputy James Barnes said, looking at the list.
“Isn’t she the daughter of…” one of the deputies started to ask, when Natasha walked in.
“Have a seat, Ms. Romanoff-Coulson,” Dean Fury said, gesturing to the seat.
“Thanks. Hi Bucky.”
“Hi Nat. It’s Deputy Barnes today though.”
Natasha looked down at her hands. “Sorry.”
Dean Fury decided to take the lead on the questioning. “So Ms. Romanoff-Coulson, how well did you know Sharon or Steve?”
Natasha thought about it for a moment. “Sharon and I had a few classes together. I knew Steve through a few other classes. We didn’t really hang out outside of school; we just ran in different circles and were involved in different activities, so we just weren’t close.”
Bucky jotted down her answer. “Natasha, were you aware of anyone have a problem with either of them?”
“No. They were two of the nicest people. I can’t figure out why anyone would go after them.”
“Okay. Thanks. That’s all the questions I have for you,” Bucky said as he checked off something on his paper.
Natasha left the office. By that time, classes were over for the morning. She went to the courtyard by the student union, where Wanda, Clint, Wanda’s boyfriend, Thor, and Thor’s brother, Loki, were all sitting. They were discussing the murders and everything else that was going on.
“I wonder who did it,” Wanda said as she took a bite of her sandwich. “I saw that picture on Shieldbook. She was gutted. I can’t imagine how wrecked seeing that made her aunt.”
Loki leaned over Thor’s shoulder, “didn’t she turn you down for a date, Thor?”
Wanda looked at her boyfriend. “You told me you turned her down for me.”
Thor looked at his brother and then turned back to Wanda. “He’s lying, love. You know how he likes to stir up trouble.”
“How could anyone do that?” Natasha wondered aloud. Clint put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
“I heard they found her liver in the mailbox.” Loki said with a sneer.
“Just liver alone,” Thor said with a laugh. “Get it? LIVER alone?”
Natasha jumped to her feet and stormed off. Clint looked at the brothers. “Nice going guys.”
Loki looked at him with faux innocence. “What?”
Later that afternoon, Natasha was home and clearing up before Wanda got there. She held her phone between her shoulder and ear. “You sure you don’t mind staying over?”
“Of course not,” Wanda said. “It’ll be a fun sleepover weekend. I’m going to stop by the liquor store for provisions. Anything specific you want?”
“Nah. I’m good with anything. Just try to get here before dark. These murders have everyone spooked.”
After they hung up, Natasha decided to take a short nap in her room before Wanda got there. About two hours later, she awoke with a start. She looked at her phone and saw how much time had passed. She sent a text to Wanda to see where she was. As she was walking towards downstairs, her phone went off.
Natasha answered without looking at the screen. “Wanda, when are you going to get here?”
“Hello, Natasha,” a voice said. Natasha was unable to tell if it was male or female.
“I’m sorry. I’m waiting on a friend. Who is this?”
“You tell me.”
“Well I have no idea.”
“Scary night, isn’t it? With the murders and all, it’s like something out of a scary movie, huh?”
“Loki, you’re giving yourself away. Are you calling from work? Wanda is on her way to pick some stuff up.”
“Do you like scary movies, Natasha?”
“I like that thing you’re doing with your voice, Loki. It’s sexy.”
“What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“Oh come on, you know I don’t watch that shit.”
“What’s the matter? Too scary for you?” The voice had a playful tone to it.
“No. It’s just, what’s the point? The killer is stalking some big-breasted girl who can’t act, chasing her up the stairs when she should be running out the front door. It’s insulting.”
“Are you. . . alone in the house?”
“Loki, that’s so unoriginal. I’m so disappointed in you.”
“Well, maybe that’s because I’m not Loki.”
Natasha started to look around. “So, who are you?”
“The question isn’t ‘who am I’ but rather ‘where am I’?”
“So, where are you?”
“Your front porch.”
Natasha felt her heart drop. She walked to the door. “My porch huh? Well, I call your bluff.” Natasha opened the door and walked out onto the porch. She looked around but didn’t see anyone. “So, where are you?”
“Right here.”
Natasha still couldn’t see anyone. After looking for a few moments, she held the phone back up to her ear. “Can you see me right now?”
“Uh huh.”
“Oh really? So, what am I doing right now?” Natasha stuck her finger up her nose and started to turn around. “What am I doing? Hello?” she yelled into the phone.
There was no answer from the mysterious caller.
“That’s what I thought. Tell Wanda to hurry up. Okay? Bye now.”
As Natasha went to hang up, the voice called out, “if you hang up on me, you’ll die just like your mother! Do you want to die, Natasha? Your mother sure didn’t,” the voice taunted.
“Fuck you, you asshole.” Natasha ran back into the house and locked the door, including sliding the chain into place. As she backed away from the door, the hall closet flew open and a figure dressed in a black cloak with a white face jumped out, a knife in its raised hand. The figure slammed her body against the door. As Natasha fell to the ground, she swept the attacker’s feet out from under them and they fell to the ground. She kicked them in the face and got up.
Natasha tried to open the door, but in her haste, she forgot to undo the chain. She yanked the door open but was stopped short by the chain. The attacker got up and lunged at her again. Natasha barely managed to get away and she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. The attacker was close behind her. She ran into her bedroom and slammed the door closed. She locked the door and then opened her closet door, so that if her door opened, it would block the other door from opening all the way. As she backed away, the attacker threw their body against the door. The lock gave way but the other door prevented her door from opening all the way. The attacker pushed their arm through the small opening, waving the knife around.
Natasha was glad that her dad insisted on keeping a landline for the house and she picked up the receiver to call 911. As the call was going through, the attacker disappeared from the door. All of a sudden, BAM. Clint jumped at the open window and started to climb in. Natasha ran to her boyfriend and helped him get through the window. “Oh thank God.”
“Nat, what’s going on? The door was locked and I heard screaming.”
“There’s a killer in the house. He’s in the house.”
“He’s gone, Nat. It’s okay,” Clint soothed.
As Natasha hugged Clint, a thud resounded through the room. Natasha looked down to see a cellphone on the floor. Natasha backed away from Clint.
“Nat, what’s wrong?”
Natasha opened her doors and ran down the staircase, Clint running behind her. “Nat, wait!”
Natasha opened the door and came face with the mask of her attacker. She let out a scream.
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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 29
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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic
Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //
Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 3055
Warnings: Talk of sex
Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.
Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.
Author’s Note:  Written with @fanficwriter013​ who is never going to get off that train.
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Chapter 29: Henhalda
Sometime in the early morning some people came into Thor’s room and told us it was time to separate.  We all went to our respective rooms.  I woke the next morning to Clarke shaking me gently.  I groaned and rubbed my eyes.
“Well, you look blitzed,” she teased.
“Mmm…” I grumbled sitting up.  “Did you have fun?”
“Oh, yes,” she said grinning.  “Here I have breakfast for you.  Eat and I’ll tell you all about it.”
As I ate breakfast she regaled me with the story of the small orgy she and Jax ended up having that included Hill, Coulson, Carol, Happy, and a bunch of the Asgardians including Sif and Hogun.  She said they’d taken it to Sif’s rooms and that the other’s had all gone to bed not long after us.  It sounded pretty wild even for my standards, and I was glad she had fun.
I was just finishing up with my breakfast when Loki let herself in without knocking.  “Hurry it up.  You reek of sex and you need to bathe before Henhalda starts properly.”  She barked.
I saluted her and shoved the last piece of my food into my mouth.  She shook her head and left the room, closing the door behind her.
“It’s funny because as much as Loki particularly likes anyone, she likes me.  But also, I annoy the shit out of her,” I said getting up.
“Does Loki like anyone?”  Clarke joked.
“She has people that go from tolerate to love.  She just expresses her love differently.”
Clarke rolled her eyes.  “Through sarcasm?”
“That and only stabbing non-fatally,” I joked.  “Alright.  I better go bathe then.  See you in a bit.”
I went and bathed and came back to my room in a robe.  Clarke had been joined by Katveil and they were talking about the party while Katveil set up her brushes and inks.
“Good morning, Elly!”  The way Katveil said my name was like a little kid who had just been told they can use a curse word.  A little scared they might get in trouble but excited to try the word on their tongue.  “Are you excited about tomorrow?”
“So excited.  I never let myself want this before now.  And now I am getting it, it’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”  I said taking off my robe.
“I’m so happy for you all,” she said. “Get comfortable.  We are going to be here for a long time.”
I tied my hair up and lay down on my stomach and Katveil began to carefully fill in the linework she had done yesterday.
“So reflecting… do I just close my eyes and think about them?”  I asked.
“We could ask you questions if that will help,” Katveil said.
“Okay, yes.  That could work.”  I agreed.
“Hmm… okay then,” Katveil said.  “Do you have a favorite?”
I thought about the question seriously.  The answer was always automatically no, but there was more to it than just yes or no.  “No.  But it’s different with all of them and some feel like they are more mine than others.  Like Sam and Clint are like my best friends and I love being around them.  Like all the time.  Whereas Bruce and Tony challenge me, they push a lot, but I am very protective of them and I feel like they are mine.  They don’t belong to the others the way they belong to me.  But while they are mine, I feel like I am Natasha’s.”
“Huh,” Katveil said.  “I haven’t really been in a relationship.  So I don’t really have anything to compare that to.”
“Well, you have all the time in the world. I didn’t understand it until I was in the middle of it.  And not just the polyamory stuff.  But just being in love in general,” I explained.
“Oh?”  Katveil asked.
“Oh yeah,” I said, smiling to myself.  “Before them, I didn’t think I was the relationship type.  I didn’t understand love.  I didn’t understand romance.  I didn’t even really trust people.”
“I have a hard time believing that,” Clarke teased.
“Well, it’s true,” I snarked.  “I only started up with Nat because I knew she dated other people and I couldn’t get hurt if it never got serious.”
“Huh,” Katveil said.  She stopped painting for a moment and then quickly went back to it like she’d just realized what she was supposed to be doing.
“You should see this thing, Blue,” Clarke said.
“I wish that I could,” I said.  “But I can tell you, being painted on feels amazing.”
“Then I’m doing my job well,” Katveil said.
“I bet Hulk is enjoying it.” I hummed, imagining him lying down and being painted on.
“Is he the Hulk?”  Katveil asked.
“I think so.  Bruce was having a lot of trouble handling it,” I said.  “It’s a shame though, it’s so relaxing.”
“I am sure they are working with him nicely,” Katveil said.
I chuckled.  “If they weren’t we’d know about it.”
Clarke cracked up.  “Yeah, that would draw some attention.”
Katveil chuckled and the three of us fell into mostly silence.  I relaxed, letting the brush strokes on my back ease me into a light doze.
“So…”  Katveil said after a little while.  “Before you said the feelings were different with each of them?”
“Yes.  It’s just as much, but for each of them it feels different,” I explained.  “Like with Wanda.  She’s really soft and caring and she makes me feel nurtured and nurturing.  I want to be quiet with her and cuddle and hold each other.  With Tony, I have to keep my jealousy in check because I get a little possessive of him.  He was very hurt when I met him and it’s almost like I don’t trust anyone else not to hurt him again.  Natasha, it feels super white-hot most of the time, but I also know when I’m at my weakest she’ll be there to wrap me up and make me feel protected.”
“I guess that makes sense.  Different people need different things,” she mused.
“Exactly.  Just like that,” I said.
“Tell me about each one,” she said.
I thought about it for a moment.  “I love how Bruce can be soft and shy and gently and then rough and commanding and it's me that brings though out of him.  I like geeking out about biology with him.  I love it when he starts talking about things and I can't even understand what he's talking about anymore.
“And with Natasha, I love how loyal she is.  How protective.  How wild she can get and how bossy.  I love how well she reads us and can always tell exactly what we need even when we don't know it.  I love that with me, she lets herself be vulnerable and afraid and she knows I don't judge her for it.”
“That’s cute,” Katveil said affectionately.
“Okay... so Clint is a big dork.  I love that about him.  How funny he is.  How loving.  How he is so good at getting people into the headspace that they can do the things they need to do.  I love how up for everything he is.  Even when he's doubting himself.  I love that he's so so smart but he pretends he's not so people don't have their expectations of him too high.  I also love that with me, he pushes boundaries he's sometimes too scared to because he trusts me so much,” I explained.
“Tony I love how smart he is, and how funny.  I love watching him work and when he gets all hyper-focused on something.  I love how quickly we fell even after he'd been hurt so badly.  I love how much he trusts me even when he didn't know me.  How even when he's so scared he doesn't know what to do, what he wants more than anything is for us to be okay and to be provided for.  I love how even though he could take us to expensive restaurants all the time, he'd rather eat burgers and pizza.  I love how he tells me he loves me, even when he's not using the words.”
“How does that work?”  Katveil asked.
“You just have to listen to him.  If you listen you can hear it,” I said.
“Okay, who’s next?”  She asked.
“Alright, so Sam.  Sam is somehow both the coolest and sweetest person ever.  I love how he just deals with shit.  It almost doesn't matter what it is.  I love how open he is to people.  How caring.  How he just wants to help people, whether it be the superhero stuff, or just to have them feel better when they're struggling with things.  I love how playful he is with me.  How he teases me.  I love how free he is with his affection and that he'll come to me when he's feeling very cuddly because he knows I'm always down for cuddles,” I answered.  “I love how Steve is this paradox.  How he's so loving and understanding and caring, but how he's also such a huge fucking dumb ass.  I love how passionate he is about things that are important to him.  How he really backs up the things he believes in.  I love how he adapts to things.  I love that he sees the best in people.  That he encourages the best in them.  I love that he always has his heart open.  I love that he will talk to me about how he's feeling even when he won't talk to anyone else because I have no expectations of how he should be and he knows that.”
“A paradox,” Katveil repeated almost to herself.
“Bucky is such a caring and soft boy.  He always puts everyone ahead of himself.  He had so much bad stuff happen to him, and he blames himself so much for it.  I love that he'll let himself relax with us.  He can't always do it, but it's more and more every day and now it's so rare to see the tense and worried Bucky.  Even though he's often that with other people.  I love how loving he is.  How he is slow to open his heart but when it's open you're his person.  I love his sense of humor.  How he teases people and banters with them.  I love how he always stops to pet dogs.  Clint does that too actually.  It's super cute.  I love how when you become Bucky’s person, he's this huge flirt.”  I continued.  “Wanda is my sweet soft cuddly one.  She is probably the most powerful one.  Even compared to Thor.  But she's also so soft and so fragile.  I love how nothing has made her hard.  She just loves.  So fiercely.  I love how when I'm in bed she'll just crawl into my arms and snuggle in.  I love how she's not scared of her powers.  She loves them and she shows them off.  I love how she's quick to reassure people.  I love how much of a mother she is.  You know those people who are just kinda moms?  But at the same time, she's just this cute little innocent thing.  I love how she just comes into my room after I finished work and curls up on my bed like a cat to talk to me while I change.  I love how she's willing to need people.  She doesn't see that as a weakness.”
“Aww, curls up like a cat.  That’s cute,” Katveil said.
“Yes, it’s very cute.  She’s my cute bean,”  I hummed.
“Was that all of them?”  She asked.
“You’re forgetting the reason why I’m here,” I chuckled.
She made a small squeak sound and shook her head.  “Yes, the king.”
“That's him,” I teased.  “You know I had been with Nat for about a year before I even met Thor.  I'd heard so much about him.  They used to tease me for having a crush on him when really, I think they were projecting.  They loved him so much.  From what I hear, he's the one that convinced them that they could all be together if that's what they wanted.”
“Yes, that’s what he does,” Katveil agreed.  “He inspires.”
“Oh yeah.  He definitely does.  And he's there where you need him.  I met him because we were attacked.  They took Wanda, Bucky, and Clint.  They were toying with us.  I called out to Heimdall to send him to help and the others laughed at me.  But he came.”
Katveil gave a small nod.  “It must have been necessary.”
“Oh yeah.  It was.  But that's what he's like.  If you need him, he's there.   I love how selfless he is.  How good he makes people feel about themselves.  I love how when he makes you feel like the most important person in the universe when he's with you.”
“So it is like you are each a brick in a foundation,” Katveil said.
“Yeah.  Exactly.  That is a perfect way to put it,” I agreed.
She smiled and put her paintbrushes down.  “Guess what?”  She said.
“Finished my back?”  I asked.
“I have,” she confirmed.  “It needs time to dry fully.  So I will go and have them bring lunch in.  Just relax a bit longer.”
“Thank you, Kat,” I said.
She headed out into the living room and I looked over at Clarke.  “How does it look?”  I asked.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous,” Clarke said.  “Storytelling worked into it too.   Well, I think.”
“Wow.  Can’t wait to see it,” I said.
Katveil returned and I propped myself up on my elbows and ate the plate that was given to me.  Occasionally she would touch my back gently and look at her fingers like she was testing how dry it was.
I finished my plate and Clarke took it and put it aside.  “When you’re ready,” Katveil said.
“It’s dry?”  I asked.
“Yes,” she said.  “You are safe to move.”
I rolled over and sat up grabbing a glass of water and taking a long drink.  “Maybe I should pee first.”
Katveil giggled.  “Yes, that’s a good idea.”
I stood up.  “Did you eat?”
“Did I eat?”  She asked.
“Yes.  Did you?”  I repeated.
“The queen asks about my well being.”  She said sounding shocked.
“Kat, I thought you said we were friends.”  I scolded.
“Right, sorry.”  She said, shaking her head. “I did eat, yes.  Go… pee.”
I chuckled and grabbed the robe and went to the bathroom.  When I came back I lay down and this time instead of doing the coloring, she began to fill in one of the blank spaces she had left for our symbols.
“What do you expect from the union?”  Katveil asked as she did the intricate line work.
“I mean, I have been told we get our lives extended and powers.  I’m glad that means that the others won’t have to face watching us grow old and die.  But I think even if that wasn’t the case I’d be excited.  I’m excited I get to have this thing where we get up and say to everyone, these are our people and we commit ourselves to each other.”
“So … claiming them?”  Katveil asked.
“No.  Not that.  But not hiding and not being ashamed.  Acknowledging them,” I said.  “On Earth … Midgard… We were secret for so long because of the stigma of polyamory, that it is nice we get to have this.  We can’t even have our relationship formally recognized there.  If Tony were to die he could say we get his things, but there would be no guarantee that we’d get them.”
Katveil shook her head.  “Midgard needs to stop being so repressed.”
“No argument from me,” Clarke laughed.
Katveil continued to work through the afternoon.  The symbols for each person were all placed low around my hips and the insides of my thighs.  Each done in that style that resembled a nordic mandella.  Steve’s resembled a shield with a quill and inkwell tipped over on it.  As she colored it the ink showed as bleeding colors that represented each of us into the shield.  Blended into the shield was the rune Tỷr.  Bucky’s was a wolf with what looked like an entire galaxy of stars in its eyes.  The rune blended into it was eihwaz.  Tony’s was half arc reactor, half-atom with the rune fehu.  Bruce was a coin, that appeared to be in motion.  On one side was the trefoil, the other side a green teddy bear.  The rune that was worked into it was Ur.  Clint had what looked like a cup of coffee and two arrows that were laid out into the shape of the rune nauðr, over a chevron.  Natasha had her black widow symbol with a long-stemmed rose, complete with thorns.   Her rune was algiz.  Sam’s symbol was a feather that blended out into falcons taking flight, along with his wedged symbol and the rune raihdo.  Wanda was the curved M of her logo with the rune ansus on a bleeding heart orchid.  Thor’s was Mjolnir with sparks that came off her and connected with everyone else’s symbol.  On the handle of Mjolnir was the rune thuisaz.  
As Katveil colored, the images seemed to come to life, almost like a kind of magic ran through them.  The colors seemed to be part of the story.  In some places, they were bright primary colors.  In others washed out watercolors.  Some were metallic and shimmered in the light  A thread of gold seemed to run through the whole scene connecting each part like it was a story, but while something I could vaguely understand, others I wasn’t sure about.
By the end, I was covered neck down in the artwork.  Even on the soles of my feet and the palms of my hands.  Katveil wished me well for the wedding and said she would be in the crowd and I spent the rest of the night with Clarke.  The kids came in to see me for a little while and we played games and ate dessert.  They were then taken to see Bruce so he could read them their bedtime story.
When I went to sleep I was buzzing with excitement.  Tomorrow was the day my life was going to change forever and I couldn’t wait.
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Marvel Story
Title: I'll betray all of you in the Hunger Games
Summary: Steve read The Hunger Games, then found out there were movies. Peter brings them over and the Avengers spend a Saturday binge watching all four movies.
"So there's a movie that goes along with these books?"
"Yes Steve, for the fifth time, there is a movie, and before you ask, yes they are all out." Tony sighed, placing his head in his hands. "Who let Cap read The Hunger Games?"
"Nat." Clint mumbled, picking up the book and flipping through the pages. "Did you really make notes in the book?"
"All of them." Steve answered snatching the book back. "Do we have the movies?"
"I don't know. Probably. The kid brought a bunch of movies over the other day. Ask him." Tony looked up and sighed again at the giant smile that spread across Steve's face. 
Steve then turned from the counter and quickly walked towards the elevators to find Peter. Clint and Tony just laughed. They'd never seen him so excited about watching a movie before. 
Steve found Peter in the gym with Wanda and Natasha. The two were teaching him a few basic fighting moves. He watched for a few minutes before approaching the three. 
"Hey Cap, what's up?" Peter asked panting on the floor. Natasha had thrown him over her shoulder as Steve approached them. "Here to spar?"
Steve chuckled and helped Peter up. "No, I was wondering if you had the Hunger Game movie series?"
Peter smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah I do! Wanda said you were reading the books, so when I brought the movies over the other day I made sure to bring over all the movies!" 
Steve smiled like a kid in a candy shop. "Thank you Peter! That was very thoughtful. I just finished the last book."
"Oh cool, maybe we could movie marathon this weekend then?" Peter looked at the two women who had giant smirks on their faces. They nodded their heads and mumbled their agreements. "Awesome! Think Mr. Stark will let me invite Ned over?"
"I'm sure we can convince him. Now come on, back to your lesson. Goodbye Steve." Natasha shooed Steve and flipped Peter over her shoulder again before he could wave at Steve. 
Steve just chuckled and left the gym. He headed back to the living room area to find the movies and set them by the DVD player. He then sent out a group message to everyone to let them know Saturday was movie day. 
-Saturday-
"Hey Mr. Stark, thanks for letting me come over for movie day!" Ned said as he settled in his seat next to Peter. 
Tony just rolled his eyes and handed the two a bowl of popcorn. "Of course kid. You're Peter's best pal, and we don't leave best pals behind. Even if they're ex-assassins or destroyed New York. Do we Cap? Thor?" Bucky and Loki flipped Tony off while Steve sighed and Thor laughed. "Thought so." Tony smiled and plopped down between Pepper and Bruce. 
"You know I saved your ass from a dessert right? Or did you forget that?" Rhodey asked, raising an eyebrow. 
"I-"
"Don't start that up again Stark." Thor growled. 
Tony closed his mouth and crossed his arms. 
Ned looked at Peter for an explanation and Peter just mumbled he'd explain later. The pair jumped when they heard Steve mutter under his breath and looked towards the DVD player. Steve was pressing buttons and muttering under his breath about technology. The pair laughed and Peter picked a remote up and pressed a button to open the DVD player. 
"Here Steve. Just put the DVD in and I'll play the movie." 
"Thanks Pete." Steve mumbled standing and falling into his seat between Sam and Bucky. 
"It's okay Cap, at least you know it runs on some form of electricity." Tony laughed as Steve threw a pillow at him. 
"Shut up Stark." Steve laughed.
"All of you shut up, the movie is starting." Natasha hissed from where she was laying on the floor. 
The group fell silent as the movie started. About halfway through the movie Clint paused it to make himself popcorn. When he returned he sighed as half the group was missing. Bucky, Loki and Sam went to the restroom. Thor and Steve went to make popcorn and get drinks for everyone else. Peter left to call his Aunt and Ned went with him, not wanting to be left by himself. After about ten minutes everyone had settled back into their spot and they started the movie back up. 
Once the first one ended Steve jumped up to put the second in and everyone sighed. He frowned and sat back down and watched Peter open the DVD player with the remote as Clint put the second movie in. 
"Before we start the second one, is anyone getting hungry?" Bruce asked, looking around the room. 
Everyone nodded. 
"We should get lunch!" Peter sighed. 
"Pizza?" Bucky asked looking around. 
"Yes!" Thor shouted pointing at his friend. 
"I'll order it." Tony said pulling his phone out. "I've done it enough, I know what everyone likes by now."
Peter hit play on the movie as Tony ordered the pizza. A half hour later FRIDAY announced that their pizza was there. Peter paused the movie and watched as Steve and Thor got up and disappeared down the hallway. A few minutes later the two emerged both carrying five pizza boxes topped with bags of other stuff. 
"Geez Tony, did you order the restaurant?" Bucky asked running a hand through his hair. 
"You try feeding two teenagers, two super soldiers, two gods, two still assassins, two scientists, an enhanced being, a Rhodey, whatever the hell Sam is and my wonderful, smart beautiful lady on two pizzas." Tony deadpanned at Bucky. 
"Did you just say 'whatever the hell Same is'?" Sam asked as he walked over to set everything up. "Really dude?"
"Yeah, yeah, be happy I added you in at all bird-man." Tony laughed following behind. 
"What about Vision?" Thor asked grabbing plates. 
"I don't eat." Vision yelled from the couch. 
The four men laughed then set the food up. Once it was done they called for the others to come get it. Soon everyone was gathered around the giant counter grabbing plates, pizza, salad, wings, chips making mini sandwiches and getting a drink. Tony always went all out when they all got together. After they all attacked the food they were soon back in front of the TV. Peter hit play and the group munched on their lunch and enjoyed the second movie. 
When it ended Steve once again got up but was met with glares and sat back down. Peter and Clint went through their little routine of putting the movie in. Before Peter hit play Steve cleared his throat and everyone looked at him. 
"Before we continue, I want to ask everyone something."
"What's up Cap?" Sam asked, shoving a piece of pizza in his mouth. 
"Who all has read the book?" Everyone but Bucky, Rhodey, Loki and Sam raised their hand. "Alright, so everyone else knows what's about to happen then?"
"You sound like you're preparing us for a battle Cap." Clint chuckled looking over his shoulder from where he was laying on the floor next to Natasha. 
"Well, it's gonna get pretty intense." Steve laughed. "Just wanted to warn anyone who hasn't seen it."
"No spoilers!" Peter and Ned yelled in union. "Number one rule of fandoms Steve." 
"Of what?" Bucky asked raising an eyebrow. 
"Fandoms. Ya know-"
"Just know that if you read a book or comic or watch a movie or show before anyone else you can't talk about it." Tony explained. "Because if you do you're spoiling it for them, and that's not nice."
Steve's face turned red and he bit his lip and nodded his head while mumbling an apology. Everyone laughed at how red his face turned. Loki and Bucky rolled their eyes and yelled at Peter to just play the movie. 
Peter chuckled and hit the play button. Before anyone knew it the movie was over and Clint was quickly putting the last one in. As they waited for it to start everyone was mumbling amongst themselves. Once it started everyone immediately went quiet and turned their attention back to the screen. Tony reached for the remote and paused it, earning annoyed groans from the group. 
"Yeah, yeah shush." Tony rolled his eyes. "If anyone wants food, bathroom break, or drinks go now. Once we start we aren't pausing." 
Everyone looked at one another then quickly jumped up and ran to either the food or bathroom. Once everyone went to the restroom or got food they settled back down to finish the final movie. Tony looked around to make sure everyone was ready then hit play. 
As the movie went on those that read and had already seen the movies knew what to expect, but the few that hadn't seen the movies yet frowned a few times at the changes. The few that neither watched nor read the book watched with wide eyes as the movie played. 
As it came to the conclusion Pepper, Thor and Peter were wiping tears from their eyes. Bucky looked over at Sam and laughed.
"Are you crying?"
"What? No." Sam sniffled wiping his nose. "I got something in my eyes. 
"Why'd ya wipe your nose then?" Bucky laughed. 
"Shut up man!" Sam said punching Bucky. 
"Hey, cut it out you two!" Steve laughed pushing his two friends. "It's a sad, yet happy ending Buck."
Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed. The rest of the group started to laugh and discuss the movie with the people around them. 
"So Steve, was it how you imagined it?" Peter asked smiling. 
Steve rubbed the back of his neck in thought for a moment before replying. "The movies are definitely good, but the book is definitely better."
"Don't read Jurassic Park then watch the movies then." Clint said sitting up to face the group. "Book is nothing like the movie."
"Hey, spoiler!" Steve whined. "I'm in the middle of Jurassic Park!"
Peter and Ned smiled at Steve's use of the word spoiler. 
"Does that mean Jurassic Park marathon when you finish the two books?" Ned asked hopeful.
"I mean I wouldn't call that a marathon, aren't there only two books?" Bucky asked. 
"Two books, but five movies." Natasha said joining Clint in sitting up. 
Bucky and Steve's eyes went wide while the group laughed. 
"So hey, I've always kinda wondered this, if the Hunger Games were real and all of you got picked to go, who do you think would win?" Ned asked looking around the room. 
The room grew silent as each of the Avengers looked at one another. 
"Well, I think that's an unfair question," Pepper said slowly, "I mean two members are literal gods and two are super soldiers."
"Plus two of us are enhanced." Wanda commented. "One being more powerful. No offense Pete."
"Uhh...none taken?" Peter said raising an eyebrow. He didn't really want to start a fight with Wanda. 
"I think we'd form a group, like they did in Catching Fire. Work together to take down the Capital." Steve commented, trying to ease the sudden tension.
"I'm with Steve!" Peter said looking around the room. "I mean look at everything we've been through already. In the end we always come together."
"Yeah but that's because it was us against them. In this case it'd be us against each other." Sam said flatly. 
"Yeah but…" Peter raised a finger then immediately dropped it not knowing what to say. 
"Kids got a point though." Clint said. "A lot of us have been to hell and back together many times. The Capital would just be another hell to go to and come back from."
Many of the team nodded their head and voiced their agreements. Loki, Sam, Bucky, Rhodey, Natasha and Vision looked skeptical. 
"May I say something?" Vision asked. Everyone nodded. "You're all talking as if we'd be put into these games in modern times, where we all know one another. However, if we were to be put into these games we'd have to be living in this world, and the likelihood of us knowing each other, and being friends, is very low." Vision explained. "Given the different districts and how few there are of us, even if we all were from the same district, given how many people lived in one place, we'd likely only perhaps bump into one another. However, to be sent to the games all together would be impossible."
The group stared at him for a moment before Loki spoke up. 
"Not entirely true." 
"Which part?" Bruce asked. 
"All of us being in the games together."
"How so Loki?" Vision asked curious. 
"The Quarter Quell in the second movie." Loki simply said. 
"That would mean each of us is from a different district and won a game at some point." Wanda started. 
"It would also help with the age difference, since they picked from the winners." Natasha continued. 
"And there are fifteen of us here. So all the boys are covered for the districts, and three of the girls." Pepper finished. 
"But that still doesn't mean we'd all like one another." Bucky said flatly. "Especially the two newer ones that year."
"Well some of us would." Steve said patting his friend on the back.
"So some of us would team up to take the Capital down?" Peter asked. 
"And Captain America would be our Mockingjay." Tony said smiling as he leaned forward and raised his drink. 
Everyone agreed to that and raised their drink. Steve blushed and looked at his feet. 
"Well I know one thing for a fact." Natasha said leaning back on her arm and taking a sip from her drink. 
"What's that Nat?" Steve asked. 
"I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games." She said simply. 
Everyone looked at her for a moment before laughing. Loki and Bucky shared a look and smiled. Out of the three of them it would probably be her anyway. 
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Stubborn Independence
TITLE: Stubborn Independence 
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 4/10
AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 
Imagine Loki struggling to adjust to someone who is independent and insists on paying for themselves all the time, even if it is a struggle sometimes. They need to do everything on their own. They never ask for help and refuse help. Just imagine Loki really wanting to spoil this person. Imagine how creative he would get to make life easier on this person who has captivated him.
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Imagine being a talented singer at your local club. Loki comes in one night with Thor and the others (he’d rather be anywhere else but who turns down free drinks?) and gets ensnared in the voice of the beautiful singer on stage. Suddenly, his interest (and arousal) are more than piqued.
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Imagine getting into a petty fight with Loki, so in retaliation, he puts everything on the top shelf where you can’t reach? 
AUTHOR'S NOTES: College AU. Loki is determined to take over Odin's company. He works hard and has a strict schedule for success. However, with the interference of Thor and the other four, Loki's plans are often interrupted so they can play matchmaker.
My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight
 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~
Loki was busy with his schedule set on his phone, but he found himself making many adjustments. All he wanted to do right now was to get to bed and nothing was going to stop him. Work was chaotic with the system almost crashing and loki fully intended to cease mind functioning for the next 6 hours.
In the past three days, Thor, and his friends kept forcing him out of his room and out of his schedule. Loki found out quickly they were relentless about his attendance when Sirena was there. She was clumsy beyond belief which made Loki question if it was his own fault the first time they bumped into the other. 
Then on cue Sirena ran into him with a yelp.
Loki pulled her to him but stumbled slightly due to his heavy bag of electronic devices needed for work. He let himself be knocked into the wall because it was either, the wall or floor. She glanced up at him and he hugged her with a laugh. She hummed and held him too.
"You are the best hugger."
Loki laughed, "I enjoy hugging you as well."
Loki's phone buzzed and she let go of him. Loki glanced at his phone. "I am sorry but I need to get rest. It has been a long day."
"Alright! Goodnight Loki." She smiled brightly as she turned to leave. "Sorry I ran into you."
Loki could not help asking, "which time?" A smile pulled at his lips as she looked like an owl.
She looked around the hall, "All of them… about the first time… I apologize for the way I reacted. I was in a hurry to meet Sif actually. She was waiting for me to drive her to the mall." Sirena sheepishly looked at him, "I am always busy."
Loki seen she was in a work uniform for a restaurant. "You are going to work at this hour?"
She glanced at herself, "Oh. Yeah. I have to go." She backed up towards the exit. "Have a good rest!"
Loki wished her goodnight and he went to his room. Thor called out for him as Loki was easing his tie from his neck… he did not want to but Thor was knocking repeatedly until Loki opened the door. Thor claimed everyone was going out for drinks and wings at the restaurant Sirena worked at. Loki was strongly tempted but he wanted to sleep as he told Sirena he was going to get. 
Loki did not see Sirena much for the next few days. Thor and Fandral attempted many times to get Loki to go drink but he did not like Alcohol. It smelled terrible and tasted just as worse. Bars were not Loki's scene with the loud rooms and people constantly bumping into his chair. Most of all Loki hated how Thor and Fandral would pick up women.
The day before classes started, Loki heard a guitar coming from the laundry room. The door was open and he glanced inside as he passed. Sirena was the one playing the instrument, a guitar. She plucked the strings and thumped the side. She was doing some sort of combination of string and percussion on the guitar like at the Whispering Waters. Loki paused for a second and then continued to his room. He had more important things to do than get caught up in someone.
Loki had class with Thor first thing in the morning for a beginner science class. The next few classes were nice by himself. Thor sent a group chat for everyone to meet in the dining hall to eat together the class before lunch. His heart was racing and his palms sweat as he walked to the dinning hall. 
Loki never handled public outings well.
Sif spoke up, "look who showed up."
Loki set his things down at the end of the table. 
"Brother! Sit here." Thor moved a chair closer to him, "we are going to have more people here."
It felt good to be included but it was frustrating. Loki set his things down next to Thor then went by himself to see what food they had today. Nothing was calling out for Loki because he just did not feel like eating. 
Loki could see the arms wrapping around himself as he smiled. 
"Hello Loki!"
Loki turned with a laugh. "Hello Sirena. What do you get to eat?"
She smiled and shrugged, "I have no idea. I was just going to probably get a sample of everything."
"Would you like to walk with me? I haven't a clue what I want today."
Sirena started the walk as she spoke, "I usually don't eat here but I heard Valstagg's raving about the world food section."
Loki walked around and got some stuff, which was bland compared to the various samples Sirena had. She tried everything, especially the foods in the "Around the World" section. She was adventurous and she wished to experience the world. 
Throughout the times at lunch conversations would come up about where someone wanted to go or do. She was at various places already and had many pictures to prove it. With all of her experiences she wanted to see more, she craved experience. Sirena seemed knowledgeable through her personal memories, and she was pleasant to watch due to her highly amusing expressions.
Loki found himself talking to her more, naturally they exchanged numbers. 
She was his first and last thoughts of the day. If there was not a text from her, he would send her one. Loki found truth in her words about being busy but that was a huge understatement. She was always somewhere and the only time he got to see her was at lunchtime and around the dorms. Loki thought it kind of weird to go to the bar to see her when she was working and again he never cared much for the bar anyway. 
Loki was up and could not sleep, having just looked at the time he sighed out of frustration as he turned.
Just a month into the semester and his schedule was all over the place due to everything going on. Everyone kept pestering him to stay up and Loki felt like he had no choice. He did but due to not seeing Sirena at reasonable times his schedule was erratic. After hanging out he stayed up to do homework and read until he passed out. 
All Loki's body wanted was sleep but his mind was alert.
He tossed a few times and then he reached for his phone.
Maybe Loki was reading too far into it but he swore Sirena and Clint had this deep connection. No one talked about it but Loki seen it, or something. In the group messages Loki didn't say much but Sirena was a large portion of the messages. Clints responses always made Sirena's messages more interesting like there were plenty of inside jokes.
Loki ordered himself a coffee on his way to class with Thor.
The day went by but Loki's thoughts kept going back to the messages between Clint and Sirena. His mind was plagued with their relationship even more with how Clint seemed to be around more and the way he would tease her with some secret. Loki sat with the others in the common room as Sirena played her guitar, Clint used drumsticks and mostly everyone sang together. 
What made Loki's stomach turn more was they were love songs.
Loki sat in the back and when everyone took a break Clint went to Loki.
Clint crossed his arms after sitting down, "Do you know any love songs? Surely you love someone."
Loki admitted, "I knew most of them."
"So then sing."
Sirena went to Clint with a stern face, "you do realize not everyone likes to sing. Just experiencing music can move someone."
Clint scoffed, "right. Well maybe he could participate in some way over than creeping on you." He stood and left after sending a glare at Loki.
Sirena waited until Clint was gone to mutter obscenities. "I apologize for him. Do you wanna go for a ride?"
Loki asked with a glance to a watchful Clint. "Are you sure that's ok?"
Sirena glared at Clint. "Trust me this was bound to happen."
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All the evens for Audrey and all the odds for Margo!
thank you!  this got super long so i’m putting it under a cut hehe
audrey: 
2. why is your oc problematic?
audrey is problematic because she has no clue what she’s doing when it comes to anything and when it comes to being a hero, she relies almost entirely on trial and error.  
4. what crossovers with other ocs have you talked about?
i have talked about crossovers with you for leila, @emiliachrstine​ with jacqueline, and @notaboutcat​ with grace barnes!!!  
6. if your oc were to have superpowers, what would they be? if your oc has superpowers, what are they?
so audrey has super soldier strength as her primary superpower, and also there’s some other stuff that will be revealed during the thor: tdw arc
8. alright, be honest—whether or not they get the chance to prove it, is your oc worthy?
so i think that audrey does become worthy eventually during endgame, but i think that all the avengers are.  
10. what’s your oc’s fight song? (e.g., immigrant song for thor, just a girl for carol)
girls just wanna have fun!!! i think is the biggest one.  but i have actually picked out songs for the main fights in all of the movies audrey is in: 
avengers battle of new york: “mama talking” by parov stelar
moscow fight against bucky: “bad guy” by billie eilish which i know wasn’t technically released yet but it’s okay
thor: tdw final fight: “big god” by florence and the machine
tws final fight: “seven nation army” by the white stripes
avengers: aou battle of sokovia: “glass & patron” by fka twigs
captain america: civil war airport scene: “bad blood” by taylor swift
angels of mercy final fight: “tomboy” by princess nokia
thor: ragnarok: “the future’s so bright, i gotta wear shades” by timbuk 3 
avengers: iw: “yellow flicker beat” by lorde
avengers: endgame: “girls just wanna have some” by chrormatics and “lights up” by harry styles and “boys wanna be her” by peaches 
12. what was your oc like in high school?
audrey didn’t officially go to high school because she was tutored privately until she started just going to college but she was generally bored with her tutors.  when she went to high school in the 80s, she was jarred.  even though she’d gotten several degrees by that point, she was like freaked out by being with other people and having to have a social life because in college she just didn’t talk to anybody.  so she was nervous and quiet but she did have one good friend!
14. your oc meets thanos. what’s their first move?
omg audrey’s first move is to spit on him, i think, and then she just like attempts to tackle him and scratch his eyes out ngl
16. your oc gets married. which canon characters are in the wedding party?
yesss braudrey wedding time!! natasha is one of her bridesmaids, tony is the officiant, and both steve and darcy walk her down the aisle.  steve and darcy have a young daughter by this point who is a flower girl with morgan, and they’re super cute.  i could talk about the braudrey wedding for so long though i have so many little plans
18. what are your oc’s bad habits or vices?
audrey loves sweets, i think is one of her vices. she also tends to know she’s making bad choices but go through with them anyway. 
20. your oc wears the gauntlet (without any detrimental effects on their health) and gets one snap to wish for anything they want. what do they ask for?
audrey asks to destroy the infinity stones, i think most likely.  she doesn’t want that energy to be condensed into such a powerful form because that’s like a nightmare.  i think it changes from film to film, but by the end, her final wish is for everyone to not be so powerful all the time
22. what does your oc’s bedroom look like?
audrey’s apartment is very minimalist, because it’s easy for her to get overwhelmed.  before she moved into the tower, she was a workaholic because she would get so bored with her freetime that she always had case files everywhere.  once she joins the avengers though and kind of like starts building a life for herself, she starts to settle into her place more and have details that reflect her life more—photos on the walls, little things that she collects from good memories, and a lot of books on the shelves!  audrey likes big windows and keeps them open, but the space is mostly like white with dark blue accents.  
24. which characters from other movies or shows is your oc a combination of?
excellent question!  so audrey reminds me a lot of like the most chaotic combinations of mike schur main ships?  she’s both chidi and eleanor, and both jake and amy.  she’s anxious but also impulsive, awkward but also extremely loving, strong but also scared.  
26. which canon character would they go to for advice? why?
audrey goes to different characters for advice about different things!  with moral problems, she goes to steve.  with fighting advice, she heads to natasha, obviously.  with relationship advice, she heads to darcy.  and later, post aou, audrey actually spends a lot of time with wanda and pietro becoming more politically active.  
28. what’s your oc’s biggest flaw?
audrey is scared of everything! i think is her biggest flaw.  it’s hard for her to overcome that fear.  
30. what movies or shows is your oc featured in?
audrey is in agent carter, she has cameos in iron man 1+2, thor 1, captain marvel, and captain america: tfa.  she’s a main in avengers, thor 2, tws, avengers: aou, captain america: civil war, thor 3, and avengers iw and endgame!
margo: 
1. how did you pick your oc’s name?
margo is short for margaret! i think peggy is kind of an old-fashioned name (technically so is margo) but margo is cute and short too 
3. besides their main ship, who else do you think they would work well with?
i think margo could have a relationship with magnus (thor and jane’s older son) but it probably wouldn’t be super healthy.   also i think she and calliope could have had a cute relationship which coulson would have lost his mind about lol.
5. what’s a crossover with another oc that you’ve wanted to do, but haven’t officially discussed or planned?
i feel like it would be cool to talk about margo with @cassercole​‘s queve family ! i think an audrey and q crossover would just slap in general because i think it would be angsty and cool and i can imagine q being like . i did not sign up to be a stepmother, but thanks, but then the two of them actually becoming friends eventually.  
but anyway, i can imagine bonnie and tristan teasing margo and making them call her aunt and uncle but them all getting along well and hanging out at family reunions and getting into trouble . having a vision of the three of them stealing a blunt or something from tony’s jacket pocket at thanksgiving and then all of them being high and paranoid about getting caught by steve. 
q catches them and margo is like please don’t be mad and please don’t tell my mom and q just rolls her eyes and closes the door to the room they’re all in after telling them dinner’s in 10 minutes, and she won’t tell but it’s up to them not to get caught.  
7. rank their compatibility with the marvel teams: avengers, guardians of the galaxy, agents of shield, defenders, runaways
okay so: 1) avengers, because they’re her family.  2) gotg, because she thinks they’re all super weird and cool.  3) runaways, because i think she’s scrappy and has a similar sheltered background to them.  4) aos, just because found family time.  5) defenders.  super brutal and she’s just like ummmm i am scared . 
9. which other mcu characters would your oc really get along with?
i think gamora and margo would get along super well.  also margo’s close with carol because she likes how she’s not too serious about herself as a hero.  i think she’s also probably gets along well with wanda and pietro.  she’s super close with her dad, also.  
11. post a snippet of the next chapter of an oc’s fic!
okay to be honest i have not written any of margo’s fic yet so i will have to pass 
13. what’s a secret about your oc that they would never admit? feel free to be as angsty or as silly as you’d like!
margo would never admit it but she has a slight schoolgirl crush on thor, who is one of the strength instructors slash english teachers at the academy.  
15. if your oc has a costume/were to have a costume, what does it/would it look like? what colors? cape or no cape?
no cape, but sometimes she ties a towel around her neck and dances in her dorm room.  margo’s costume would probably look a lot like helena bertinelli’s costume on arrow—very classic, infinity mask, etc. 
17. after a battle, how does your oc recover?
she cries into her pillow for several hours and enters a period if intense self loathing and eats ice cream.  
19. what were some other faceclaims you considered for your oc?
when audrey was shipped with pietro, margo was played by josefine frida petersen!
21. if your oc survived the snap, who do they miss the most?
in an au where audrey has margo before infinity war and the snap, margo would be devastated to grow up without her mother
23. what’s their love language? what’s the love language of the character they’re shipped with?
i think margo’s is words of affirmation, and leo’s is quality time! 
25. which characters annoy your oc? why?
margo gets annoyed with her mom, a lot.  audrey and bex are really close and so she feels left out of that relationship.  i also think that margo doesn’t get along super well with pepper because she thinks pepper doesn’t like her.  she doesn’t like peter quill that much, even though she likes the rest of the guardians.  and she never meets loki, but i think she would absolutely hate him.  
27. what’s your oc’s biggest strength?
i think her biggest strength is her big heart!  she feels a lot and she’s kind of intense but she’s a very loving person.  
29. team cap, team iron man, team i don’t care, or team please stop fighting?
team please stop fighting!! she’s like why is my life an episode of family feud . i know she doesn’t exist then but she looks back on it and brings it up sometimes and they’re both deeply embarrassed about it in hindsight and also like . okay BUT and she’s like okay nevermind!!!!
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AN; I am sorry for the long delay (again) but Work was hell and still is..
I also apologize if this chapter seems out of place; i simply haven´t written in a long while for this story, so please forgive me for that and any mistakes I made as well... I might edit it later.
Warnings:  none (?)
Wordcount: around 2000
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Part 15
It was christmas eve  that you finally were allowed to leave  the hospital under the condition to be closely monitored by your friends.
“Now that you are free again, what do you want to do.”, Sam teased.
“Burger. I need some meat!”, you groaned, even with Loki´s ´Luxurious´-hospital charge, the food had been mediocre.
“If that is what you want.”, Loki hummed, trying to hold Hati back from attacking you with kisses, “The ones of the local diner are alright, I heard.”
“Yes, they really are.”
“Good, then we will go and have lunch there.”, the CEO decided.
“And then I want to go and see Ma.”, you stated with a nod.
“Of course. But I can send Thor to retrieve her and joins us for lunch.”
“Na. I will go and see her. There are things I have to discuss -things that should not be spoken of publicly.”
“Again, if that is what you wish.”, Loki breathed into your ear, “But I will join you. No arguments.”
A shiver went down your spine and you nodded, “okay.”
“Boss!”, Sam called out from ahead, “I just called the diner and reserved a table fro everyone. We have three hours before they close for Christmas.”
“Thak you Wilson. You lot heard him, hurry up your lazy asses.”, the last part was more of a laughter and everyone piled into the cars.
The diner was already filled with families and small groups of friends, when the five of you and two dogs entered.
“You must be Mr Wilson. Please follow me. There is a small table I was able to reserve for you. As you can imagine we have a lot to do today. So please except my apology for any trouble.”
“It´s alright.”, you smiled, “We came on a rather short notice. Please don´t stress yourself.”
“Thank you Miss. Please, take a seat and have a look on our menue. I will be back in a bit to take your order.”
“Thank you, Anne.”, Bucky winked, sending her away with a shy smile.
“I will take the Double Cheese with Onions, jalapenos, extra bacon, fries and Soda.”, you declared after a quick glance at the menu.
“For me it will be the ´Meatlover´s` with Fries and Soda.”, Thor exclaimed with his stomach agreeing.
“Same for me, only with potato wedges instead of fries.”, Bucky hummed.
“I am gonna eat the wings with fries.”, that was Sam.
“I think I will take the Mac´n´Cheese.”, the dark haired CEO hummed, “And some baked-apple-pie ad dessert.”
It took Anne fifteen minutes to return to your table and another five to take the order, because Hati and Skali kept begging for attention by the waitress.
“I will be back as soon as possible with your orders. Just give me a few minutes to get you your drinks.”
“Thank you Anne.”, you grinned.
-..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..-
The food was delicious and after around one hour your little group was finished.
“Here is the check, Sir.”, Anne said, “Do you want to play cash or using card?”
“Cash, if that is alright with you.”
“It is fine by me.”
“Good. This is for the food.”, Loki said, handing over some money, “And this is for your excellent service, and this for the people in the kitchen.”, another two 100 Bills landed in the girls hand, who in return was lost for words.
“Uh-uhuh. Th-Th- Thank you, Sir. But this is far too much. I – I can´t take this.”, she spluttered and you piped in.
“Yes, you can. And believe me: If you don´t take this money now, he will find a way for you to get this somehow. He doesn´t take ´no´ for an answer.”
“Uhm. This… Thank you so much, Sir. God bless you!”, she almost squealed.
“It´s fine. Have a Merry Christmas!”
She thanked him once more when she closed the door of the diner behind them.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?”, Bucky asked one last time before turning into the parking lot of Teller-Morrows.
“Yes.”, you spoke with determination in your voice.
“Well then. We will stay at the cars, you know what to do if you need our help.”
“Rosebutt”., you nodded.
“Rosebutt.”, the security nodded back in union.
“Looks like we were already found out.”, Thor stated, nodding to the entrance of the clubhouse where multiple bikers had already gathered, including your brother and his brothers Tig and Kozik.
Stepping out of the cars, you noticed the way the biker´s tensed statures changed once they realized it was you, to a more relaxed. And most of them even left to go inside.
Anger rose in your heart with every step to took towards your brother, and being usually calm and not known for using physical force, a round of surprise noised were heard all around. You had punched your brother in the face, hurting yourself in the process, but also (hopefully) hurting him while bringing your point across.
“Fuck you Happy Lowman!”, you growled, shaking out your hand, “Fuck you and your stupid way of thinking! Damn that hurt. I hope I broke your nose.”
You did not. You were not even sure that this punch had hurt him at all, but at least he was looking down ashamed.
“You heard that? Or did your Boss tell you?”, he grumbled.
“I heard you. For real? I can understand why you did what you did. At least when I was younger. But I am sure, you could have explained everything once I was, what, maybe 18 or just before I left to study? Did you think me this stupid?”
“You ain´t stupid and don´t ever believe someone who claims you are!”, he growled with so much love in your voice you nearly laughed.
“I know I am not! But seriously? Do you know what I had to go through because I believed I was alone and did not want to pull Ma into my trouble? When I thought I had nowhere to go? When I had to live on the streets!  When I was fucking harassed my a swine of a man. When I was sure I would end up in jail? And don´t even think about going into full big-brother mode or something! You lost that right up until the point of a few days ago! But you may have it now, if you stop being an asshole from now on and more of a brother. I do not forgive you right now, but maybe I will in the future. For now I am happy to maybe start anew?”
“ I would like that.”, he nodded, “And I really am sorry. For everything.”
“Good. You do deserve a broken nose though!”, you grumbled, “Where is Ma?”
“In the clubhouse. Hasn´t spoken to me really since I send you away. Deserved that.”
“Yes you did. And before this goes further: how the heck do you know about the account? No one knows about that!”
“I have my informants. Though they never told me about what you had just told me.”, he rumbled, “If anything like that happens again, call me. And I mean it- I will ride my harley to that damn city if I must.”
“Mhm… And you-”, you pointed at your mother who had just joined the two of you,”- don´t you ever be angry or disappointed because I don´t tell you thinks. And do never argue with me if I want to buy you things or help with stuff. If I didn´t know that bafoon of a brother as well as I do, I would be more than disappointed with you not telling me all of this shit. But alas, as we all are as stubborn as they come, there is no need to argue. It was what it was and what done is is done. No need to fret over thinks that can´t be changed anymore.”
Your mother smiled, “God help me with such stubborn children.”
“And us with such a stubborn mother.”, the two of you hummed in union.
“I am sorry to interrupt this moment.”, Loki´s voice suddenly piped up, “May I suggest having some pie or other baked goods together? To celebrate this?”
“And I have just the right cake for this in the fridge. If you have a place. We have a deal, Mr Laufeyson.”, your mother exclaimed and you knew there would be no other choice now, not that you would have wanted.
“As a matter of fact, I have. I am sure your brother is aware of the address. “
“Yeah.”, the brother in question grumbled.
“Good. You go ahead. I will get myself and the cake ready and Happy will drive us there. Say 4pm?”
“My pleasure.”, Loki nodded and offered you his arm, that you happily took.
“We will take care of everything else.”, the CEO smiled his charismatic smile.
“See you later Ma, Happy.”, with these words you allowed Loki to escort you back to the cars.
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The five of you had returned to New York two days later and were now in the middle of planning how the lot of you would celebrate  New Years Eve.
As you learned, there was usually a big Party at the Bifrost, because of that every one of the friends group was able to celebrate together while still being at work.
“Are there any rules on what to wear?”, you asked Loki one evening while cooking dinner, as he was sitting at the table looking at some designs for a new collection.
“Whatever you like. You could go naked for all I care, but then I would suggest having a private gathering with only the two of us.”, amusement and a bit of flirting was in his voice.
“Maybe after the official part. For now I just need to know if there will be others apart from us at the VIP or if there will be -others.”, you asked again, turning towards the CEO over your shoulder.
“If you are hinting at someone like Quill, then don´t worry your beautiful head of. Our Area of the VIP lounge will be private and separated from the rest. There will be no unwanted attention.”
“That´s exactly what I was hinting at.”, you poked out your tongue, “But seriously, I am representing you and whatever I do will reflect on you and your business. I don´t want to do something wrong or disappoint.”
Having stated this, you turned your attention back to the food, so you did not realized the man hat gotten up from his seat and stepped beside you.
His hands reassuringly caressing your shoulders and arms, he spoke with the warm tone you loved so much.
“No matter what you do, you can not do anything that would reflect badly on me. That is not who you are and even so, I don´t care what others think of you.”
“Maybe.”, you hummed.
“What else is troubling your mind. It is not only the question on what to wear.”, he stated, his arms snaking around your middle.
A deep sight left your chest and you allowed yourself to lean into his embrace.
“I haven´t repaid you for the other night.”, you mumbled, the slight feeling of guilt had been plaguing your mind for the last couple of days. Just as Loki himself you liked to take care of those that are important to you, and so having been brought to a release without your partner finding one had you feeling that way.
“That night was about you and what you need. Not what I need. And trust me, I have just as much enjoyed that night as you did. Just because I did not came to a release, does not mean I got nothing out of it. I got you and that is far more important than any release you could have given me. You gave me your trust.”, he hummed, his nose buried into your hair.
But still…
“Now, may I ask what is for dinner?”
“Chilli.”
Part 17
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In Plain Sight -- Part 7
A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader
Word length: 1958
Warnings: typical violence and stuff you’d see in the show (oh and swearing)
Request:  Hello! I just found your blog and I’m living it! Can you do a Klaus story where the reader has twins with him but he didn’t know (maybe one of his siblings helped them hid or something?) But that they are older then Hope by like a year so when their Aunt comes for a firstborn and funds Hope is not it she goes after the reader who Klaus was in fact in love with? If not its cool no pressure :) (requested by @poemfreak306 )
Summary: arriving in New Orleans
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The waitress had been possessed, as had the other four men. Apparently, it was one of Dahlia’s preferred methods of communication. Luckily, the now dead waitress’s car was parked in the back.
Klaus opted to drive while Elijah sat beside him, keeping an eye out for any danger. Rebekah and you sat in the back, each of you with one of the twins on your laps. The car was five miles from the diner when police cars and ambulances started passing by the other side of the highway. You hugged Astrid to you as the sirens faded into the distance.
Your injuries had been healed and your voice returned to you. Killing the waitress seemed to be enough to break whatever spell Dahlia had put on you to silence you. Not that it mattered. You hadn’t said a word other than a muttered “thanks” to Rebekah for a sip of her blood to heal you.
You didn’t know what you’d say anyway. As far as you were concerned, there was nothing to discuss. Rebekah said that it wasn’t like what you thought and whether or not that too was a lie, it didn’t matter. There were no options here and arguing would do nothing but upset the twins. All you could do was try to keep it together until you got to safety.
Safety, it turned out, was another five hours away after the detour that you had to take. It was spent in silence. The twins, thankfully, slept most of the way there. They were probably exhausted from the crash and diner. Probably traumatized as well.
When Klaus drove into the city, you were surprised. You knew the Mikaelsons had spent a long period in New Orleans back in the eighteen hundreds and early nineteen hundreds, but you’d expected their fortitude of safety to be in a quiet suburb, not smack dab in the middle of the French Quarter.
From the look of the building they parked in front of, it was the compound Klaus had told you about from the time he was “King of New Orleans.” Their newly discovered witch sister Freya must have put a lot of spells on it to make it safe.
Elijah opened your door. You stepped out without looking at him. You were allowed to be angry at them. Even him. You might have to stay here with them until this whole thing was sorted out, but you’d be damned if they thought you’d make it easy. Or if you’d forgive them.
You shifted Astrid to one hip and waited to be shown into the building. In front of you, you watched Rebekah hand Ari to his father. Klaus smiled widely at Ari and brought him close to his chest to hug. He looked around, making sure there were no immediate threats. He kissed Ari’s forehead before he did one last sweep of the surroundings with his eyes. His gaze, of course, landed on you. You immediately looked away.
You didn’t want to be this angry when you had Astrid in your arms. Forcing yourself to calm down just the slightest, you followed Elijah inside. Klaus was right behind you, followed by Rebekah, who kept a close eye on everyone walking the streets.
“You’re late,” a woman’s voice said with a twinge of a southern accent.
The front door seemed to lead into an archway, which is where Elijah stopped. He was looking up at the woman. He nodded before taking a step further inside.
“We ran into some unfriendly company,” Elijah said in his ever-calm voice.
“Dahlia,” the woman sighed.
You had a feeling she was Hayley and not Freya. The wave of hatred you felt wasn’t unexpected but the self-hatred was.
It wasn’t fair of yourself to expect that you wouldn’t feel this way. You still wished that you didn’t feel hurt. You wished you didn’t care. The biggest source of the self-hatred, that just got worse when you realized what it was, was the jealousy that bubbled up disgustingly inside of you.
You hated it most.
“Did you find them?” Hayley asked.
Elijah turned and looked at you. He motioned for you to step forward in response to Hayley’s question. For a moment, you felt the childish urge to refuse. You wanted to stomp your feet and take the twins and not let the other woman see you or your children.
But you weren’t going to do that.
The archway led into a courtyard. The woman was standing on the steps up to the second floor. She was wearing black jeans and a light t-shirt with a pair of black heeled boots. She had long dark brown hair, green eyes, and was, truthfully, very pretty. Irritatingly, you suddenly felt insecure.
Though you weren’t covered in bruises, blood, and broken bones anymore, you hadn’t gotten a chance to shower, change, or even brush your hair. It was ridiculous, given the circumstances, that you were comparing yourself to her. Especially since her eyes had only glanced at you for a moment before sticking to Astrid.
Your hands tightened around your daughter in your arms.
“So, this is who Dahlia wants?” Hayley said, eyeing Astrid up.
“She won’t be getting her,” you bit out.
Hayley’s eyes snapped to you just as Elijah turned to look at you in surprise as well. You stood your ground, daring either of them to challenge you. Elijah may be an Original and Hayley might be a wolf, but they could see how tough they were when they came up against you protecting your children.
“No. She won’t,” Hayley said after a moment. You couldn’t tell what was going through her mind and it irked you.  “We can protect both of our daughters,” she said confidently.
“And my son,” Klaus added as he walked into the room with Ari in his arms.
Hayley was caught off guard. Another childish urge came over you, this time to smirk at the stunned look on her face. You didn’t quite manage to stop this one.
“Twins,” Hayley said in disbelief as she looked between Ari and Astrid.
“I think it’s best we get Y/N and the twins settled in before we discuss anything else,” Elijah said.
“I can show you your room if you’d like,” Hayley offered.
“Rebekah already offered, thanks,” you said shortly.
Rebekah had done no such thing and Elijah and Klaus knew it.
“Okay then. I’ll just wait down here,” Hayley said.
You were well aware that everyone in the room knew how you felt and you also knew they all probably thought you were the one in the wrong acting like this. It might be a little childish but considering what you’ve just found out and how you’ve been treated, could any of them really say they’d act any differently?
“This way,” Rebekah said, taking Ari from Klaus and leading the way.
You left Klaus, Hayley, and Elijah in the courtyard as you followed Rebekah upstairs.
Your room was quite a bit larger than the one you had at home. The home you’d probably never see again. Arti and Astrid had the room next to yours. It already had all the furniture, clothes, and even some toys.
“I had the room readied for when we got back,” Rebekah explained.
“It’s perfect, thank you,” you said.
You placed Ari and Astrid in their beds. They would need to be fed soon, but considering the interruptions to their usual sleep schedule, they needed to get as much sleep as possible right now. Plus, it would allow time to get more information on what’s going on and what the next step was going to be now.
After placing a kiss on each of their foreheads, you left the room.
Elijah and Hayley were seated side by side at the dining table. Elijah was sipping some tea. Klaus was staring out the window, his back to everyone. As the two of you entered, Rebekah headed straight to the bourbon to pour what you were sure would be a generous glass for herself.
“Tea?” Elijah offered you.
“Sure.”
As you sat down, Elijah poured you a cup. Hayley reached for the milk and sugar.
“Light milk, no sugar,” Klaus said without looking away from the window.
Hayley glanced his way. Your jaw clenched at the fact that Klaus still remembered how you liked your tea.
“Thanks,” you said as Elijah handed you your cup.
You realized that you didn’t really want any tea now that it was in front of you, but you took a sip of it for something to do.
“Welcome to New Orleans,” Hayley said, trying to break the ice.
There were footsteps in the courtyard and you turned in your seat to see a blond woman walk into the room. Freya, you assumed.
“This is our sister, Freya,” Elijah confirmed.
Freya looked you over before her eyes went to Klaus and then everyone else to gauge the room. She took the seat further from you and Klaus. Rebekah had sat down at that end of the table, closest to the bourbon, while you had sipped your tea. She now poured Freya a drink.
“What happened?” Freya asked.
“We got ambushed,” Klaus said and even if it had been a year, you still knew him well enough to tell that it was an accusation.
You wondered what he expected Freya to do.
“If she’s found you already then it won’t be long before she comes here,” Freya said, ignoring her brother’s accusation. “I’ve already put as many protection spells as I could around the compound but it won’t be enough to hold her.
“So what do we do?” you asked.
“You need to go somewhere else,” Freya said.
“Yeah we did that with me and Hope, remember? It didn’t work,” Hayley said.
Everyone was quiet. You couldn’t help but glance at Klaus. His back was still turned. He was being unusually quiet, which meant he was deep in thought.
“We should separate the children. If she doesn’t get her hands on Y/N’s child then she’ll go for Hope,” Freya said.
“They’re twins,” Hayley told her.
“What?” Freya looked pale. “Do you have any idea what she can do with that kind of power?” She looked scared at the thought. “They have to be separated. Hide them in different locations. All of them.”
“No,” you and Hayley said at the same time.
Everyone was surprised that you agreed. It even made Klaus turn around and look at you. You eyed Hayley.
“I know what it’s like to have your child hunted by her. I won’t just go hide away with Hope. Besides, having the three of them together will mean we don’t have to worry about keeping three locations safe and guarded,” Hayley explained. “We’re family now and family protects each other.”
Maybe Hayley wasn’t the one you should hate.
“No one is going anywhere,” Klaus decided. “You’re staying right here where I can protect you all. I’ve just found my family, I won’t lose them again.” He looked around the room, daring anyone to challenge him.
“Fine but no secrets,” you stated. “If you want me to stay here with the twins and do what you want, then those are my conditions.”
“No secrets,” Klaus agreed.
“And one more thing,” you said, steeling yourself up for what you were about to say. You looked Klaus directly in the eyes, holding his gaze unwavering and unforgivingly. “You stay the hell away from me.”
Klaus was visibly hurt by your demand. Everyone in the room was noticeably tense and though you knew they expected backlash, you could tell from the way Klaus flinched that he wasn’t going to disagree.
He nodded before abruptly turning back to the window.
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tarithenurse · 5 years
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On my mind, in my soul - 7
Prompt: This time I had to go with a selection of my own prompts to build a bridge to what’s to come. I present to you: “Into the Night” by Mattis, an alley, a spray. As usual, used passages from lyrics are in block quotes. Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Oh where to start...violence, angst, pining, selfdeprication, probably cussing, stalking, trauma, medical emergency. Pretty much anything but nice stuff. A/N: Feel free to comment or reblog if you liked (it’s fuel for a writer). HUGS!
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Broken promises
Loki PoV:
There’s a magnetic attraction between certain types of people and a point far across an invisible line that shouldn’t be crossed. As God of Mischief, Loki was all too familiar with the sensation of the forbidden tempting him if for no other reason that simply because everyone were telling him “no”. Oh, how he loved eating the forbidden fruit, lazily perched on another man’s throne if possibly - all for the thrill of doing what couldn’t or shouldn’t be done. And he felt no shame in it.
Until recently.
He had promised to stay away, to keep out of [Y/N]’s life while half expecting her to return because they really were cut of the same cloth. But as time passed, he found that only the most taxing activities were enough to block the memory for a while until some unexpected smell or sound would bring forth the crushing emptiness the woman had left behind. It had never been his intention, becoming so enraptured, needing her the way some mortals of this world required drink.
Much less had he planned on following her one evening as he accidentally saw her leave a house in a company of people whom the god immediately distrusted. Stepping from shadow to shadow, the internal debated never once gave him respite from the nagging guilt [Y/N] had introduced him to.
There’s no heartbreak and pain
Till I hear your name
The group she was with an entered a club, fancy by Midgardian standards, with complete disregard to the row of guests waiting in line. Loki could do the same if he wanted…yet he chose to access the place from a back door although it cost him some of those paper token that went for money in this realm. In return he was granted access to a rickety system of gangways above the seething pit of people dancing to the heavy music.
Lost in a world of depravity, the woman whose face haunted his dreams threw herself into the arms of anyone. No. Not anyone. With hazy eyes and unsteady hands, [Y/N] would select whomever she saw fitting and give herself to them while Loki could do nothing but watch from afar. Not for lack of wanting. He’d give anything to be the one holding this particular tight against his body to feel the heat of her curves. He’d chase off anyone else who dared touch her or even looked at her wrong.
But he couldn’t.
One last look, and he returned to the alley outside where the bass was a distant thrumming in the concrete and the air cool on his skin. There he waited, promising himself that it would be the only and last time he’d follow you home. Just for your own safety…it was because of your state…not because – the lies were bitter on his tongue.
As the world just hums what I know
Of the fear and pain that I chose
 …
This time’s different from all the other times Loki has followed [Y/N] at a distance, never intervening in any way although taking steps to ensure that you were taken care of, watched over. If not by Loki himself then by someone else.
But he’s surprised to see her walk through the ambassadorial residence with an arm snaked neatly onto that of a man. The assessment is quick as Loki lets his gaze analyze the other male: used to riches, pretending to be drunk, focus elsewhere and fueled by anger. The stranger is lithe and probably strong by Midgardian standards, but would be no match for Loki.
I recognize him. It’s the gait that stirs a memory, making the god’s sharp eyes fly to the hand of [Y/N]’s company in search of a scar, faded and thin but still visible as thin lines in a distinct pattern that speaks of a past where the line has been crossed and the perpetrator caught. This rich man isn’t as innocent as the other guests although he certainly plays the part well as a date when in reality, he must be nothing more than a client granting her access in return of her expertise.
It explains [Y/N] behaviour, nonchalantly floating from one rare item exhibited in glass to the other while no one notices the cunning glances to acquaint herself with access points and surveillance. For a moment, Loki almost forgets himself as he watches the professionalism which only would be detectable to those who knew exactly what to look for, and in that short instant he lets his guard down, forgets to stay back until the reflection of her [Y/E/C] bores into him.
There’s a battle in my bones
When I see your face
Like an apple of Eden
I can almost taste
It’s the timing of her accompanying client that saves Loki from discovery right there and then, although it turns out to be a temporary salvation. Next time their eyes meet, there’s no glass shielding him from the pain and blame shining towards him.
How easy it could be to imagine the flush isn’t from anger. That the lips are painted deep red in his honour rather than the scum who’s leading her on with a hand on [Y/N]’s lower back, oblivious to the dismay that flickers across her face for a heartbeat before she manages to snake herself free to divert the route towards a vase, granting Loki a chance to leave the event…though never straying far.
“I know this man!” Loki’s itching to stride right up to the stubborn woman, but the simple fact that he had sought you out despite the promise places him in a bad position. “He’s not the kind that pays the agreed price, and you would be lucky to walk away alive!”
“I survived you, didn’t I?” The words are sharp.
All air leaves Loki’s body and he physically recoils at the painful memories that brings the shame of his actions back. Not just the many times he’s haunted your steps, but the one time he broke any trust there had been in this wretched relationship. I cannot let her walk into a trap. Looking up, the words are already forming on his lips, but [Y/N]’s no longer on the rooftop.
It takes too long to find her again, the dark car parked in the shadow seemingly absorbing all light through the matte polish. It’s the click of the booth that makes Loki halt in his mad scramble from rooftop to rooftop. A brief handshake is exchanged, and maybe all’s well after all because the client signals to one of his lackeys to present something. Watching the woman turn her back and the opportunistic client raise his arms is enough warning for Loki.
The drop to the car’s roof is short and the echo of the impact still reverberates in the alley by the time Loki’s dagger slices through a scarred hand holding a gun. The next blade disappears into a tattooed neck without a sound, allowing for a strange hiss to be heard behind the god. It doesn’t matter what the lackey’s holding because nothing could have shielded the goon from the knife that craves a new victim.
Only then does Loki have a chance to scrutinize whatever injuries [Y/N] may or may not have sustained, and his blood freezes at the sight of bulging eyes and greenish foam at the lips. A croaking sound is all that escapes her as the knees buckle beneath her, and he barely manages to surge forward and catch the collapsing body.
“I got you…”
But the surge of magic he sends through her body does little to ease whatever is killing her. If Loki had had the time then he might have beaten himself up for not bothering to learn much about healing energy, but the little he does know of poisons and Midgardian physiology is spurring him into a mad dash. Somehow cradling the heaving body while digging out one of those communication devices of the realm. Words are exchanged (mostly one-way), and the god somehow manages to pick up the pace, hurtling down semi-deserted sidewalks.
[Y/N] has started convulsing in his arms by the time he reaches the entrance to the tall tower, thanking the Old Fathers that Stark decided to keep the place after all as he’s rushed by medical personnel and at least some of the more intelligent of the Avengers. Still, he only reluctantly lets go of the smaller body.
“We called in Cho,” a familiar voice attempts to reassure Loki, “We’ll do anything we can.”
These failures
These lessons
They are feeding on my love
Following closely, the god couldn’t care less what Stark says because promises are so easily broken, like the ones he himself had given and failed to adhere to. And now there she is, colour draining from your face as dark veins protrude under the delicate skin.
If I hadn’t…I did this.
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imagine-loki · 4 years
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Stubborn Independence
TITLE: Stubborn Independence 
  CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 9/10
AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight
  ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 
Imagine Loki struggling to adjust to someone who is independent and insists on paying for themselves all the time, even if it is a struggle sometimes. They need to do everything on their own. They never ask for help and refuse help. Just imagine Loki really wanting to spoil this person. Imagine how creative he would get to make life easier on this person who has captivated him.
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Imagine being a talented singer at your local club. Loki comes in one night with Thor and the others (he’d rather be anywhere else but who turns down free drinks?) and gets ensnared in the voice of the beautiful singer on stage. Suddenly, his interest (and arousal) are more than piqued.
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Imagine getting into a petty fight with Loki, so in retaliation, he puts everything on the top shelf where you can’t reach? 
  AUTHOR’S NOTES: College AU. Loki is determined to take over Odin’s company. He works hard and has a strict schedule for success. However, with the interference of Thor and the other four, Loki’s plans are often interrupted so they can play matchmaker.
  My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight
 ~ ~ ENJOY  ~ ~
Loki went with Thor to talk to their parents together a few days after.
  Odin yelled. “As a family we have images to uphold for the business-and a child in college and not married? Your grades are already bad enough, how do you expect to pass college once this baby is born?!”
  Loki tried to step in. “Thor’s grades have improved drastically. Father, Thor IS working hard.”
  Odin made a loud abrupt sound to silence everyone.
  “You are stripped of any chance to have my company. Get out.”
  Frigga spoke calmly as her eyes tried to catch Odin’s. “Let him finish his dinner.”
  Thor replied as he stood, “I don’t have an appetite anymore.” He threw his napkin on his plate then left.
  Loki sat still as Thor left then looked to his mother who nodded.
  Loki stood and excused himself.
  Thor was walking up the street and Loki hurried in his car to pick his brother up.
  Thor got in with a growl. “That went exactly how I thought it would. That old man is a fool.”
  Loki spoke quietly as his hands sweat. “I am going to help you however I can.”
  There was a silence as Thor seemed to be thinking.
  “I have been thinking about changing my major to science. Jane is a genius and her passion about things keeps me interested to learn. There is a house we were looking into buying.”
  “I will help where I can.”
  “How about we go get our women and go eat somewhere.”
  Loki nodded, “sounds like a wonderful plan.”
  They found them sitting with everyone in the common kitchen.
  When Loki looked at Sirena she was talking with Jane and then her face lit up once she saw him. Jane got up and went to Thor who embraced her with an arm around her shoulders and a hand to her head in an attempt to shelter her.
  Loki was happy to have Sirena in his arms.
  She mumbled into his shirt. “You are back early.”
  Loki ran his fingers through her hair. “Odin is a quick decision maker…”
  Sirena looked up at him as she moved away. 
  He followed her eyes to Thor and Jane.
  Loki was a little surprised to see both of them so happy.
  Sirena held Loki’s hand as she looked at him. “Did it go well?”
  Loki tore his eyes off the couple to look in Sirena’s eyes. “I didn’t think so…”
  Sirena walked him to the kitchen. “Did you eat?”
  “Not really.”
  There was a meat mixture in a skillet still.
  “It’s supposed to be sloppy joe but… I didn’t have enough of the sauce.”
  She gave him a plate with a sandwich on it.
  “So now you are just eating joe. Ya know, get it? Cuz its not sloppy?”
  Loki smiled, “yes i get it. A bit morbid but I get the joke.”
  Jane and Thor walked into the kitchen.
  Thor had a small smile. “Thank you for keeping this a secret. But now father knows so I am sure he will try hiding it somehow.”
  Jane held Thor’s hand as she spoke to Loki and Sirena. “Yes thank you. And thank you Loki for going with Thor. The support means so much to us.”
  Sirena nodded. “Anything you need I am here.”
  Loki offered a smile. “Same with me. Just let me know.”
  Thor sported a huge smile. “How about two of those sandwiches.” Thor looked to Loki with a slight smile… “perhaps some tutoring so I can easily switch my major..?”
  Loki grinned. “I can do that.”
  Loki made sure Thor was studying hard but with the plan for next semester to change majors did not mean Thor could afford bad grades. He still needed a good GPA.
  Sirena would keep a close eye on Jane, especially during the evening hours because that was when Jane experienced the pregnancy sickness.
  By the end of the semester everyone knew due to Jane having a bump.
  Sirena was in Loki’s arms as they laid in his bed. Both drawing absentmindedly on the other’s bare skin.
  Loki asked, “what do you think Sirena.. about kids.”
  Sirena hummed. “Well at a later point in time would be fine. I want to finish my schooling, graduate, have a job with teaching music and being a musical therapist. Have a house that has everything a family could ever need.”
  Loki kissed her head briefly. “It sounds nice and I agree. I would like to have a few years into working at A.T. as the new owner. Get settled in before starting a family. During that time I was thinking about getting a cat.”
  Loki felt Sirena laugh.
  “A cat?”
  “Yes and we will name it something elegant and amazing.”
  “Sounds good. I love you Loki.”
  “I love you more.”
  Sirena huffed. “I have to write an original song for my class next semester.”
  “I am sure it will be great.”
  “I never wrote a song before.”
  “Do you want me to help you or keep assuring it is going to be amazing?”
  Sirena smiled at him. “Both.”
  So when next semester arrived Loki helped Sirena write a song. He was a natural poet and came up with the beautiful arrangement of words with Sirena. Then when she practiced the song, repeatedly, Loki felt their efforts really come to life.
  Sirena was trying to get Loki to schedule some literature classes as well as art classes.
  “Loki you are so good though. -And you love to draw and read. The song you helped me with was beyond amazing!”
  Loki’s lips were in a thin line from the constant nagging.
  “Sirena I need to hurry and finish with my current degrees so I can take over the company. My dad is not doing well.”
  “You could still do it. You love to write.”
  “It is a family business, Sirena. Thor has pushed the family away and right now this burden falls to me.”
  “Listen to yourself. You said, burden. Even YOU don’t want this.”
  Loki shut his mouth…
  Sirens started to throw her clothes back on. “You love writing. You LOVE drawing. I see how happy you are when doing that stuff. How you careLESS about the sense of duty that is forced on you.”
  “I have a responsibility to my family-”
  “Yourself.” Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat… “you only have responsibilities to keep yourself happy.”
  Loki scoffed, throwing his pants on. “Happiness never makes money.”
  “Have it your way.” She walks away.
  Loki goes after her and grabs her arm. “Wait. Where are you going?”
  Sirena pulled her arm away as she pointed at Loki. “My future plans do not hold a miserable, bland, and loveless marriage.”
  Loki grabbed her hand and plead with her. “I swear it will never be that way!”
  Sirena pulled her hand away. “I am going into a field I love because the work fulfils me in a way money never will. I know you searched how much a music therapist makes and probably immediately after how much a writer makes.”
  “I don’t understand your point.”
  “You need the money. You need a sense of stability in your life. You need to be able to impress everyone with what you have. Loki… people dont love you for what you have. They will truly enjoy you if you chase happiness, not acceptance for something you are not.” Sirena’s eyes watered. “Ever since you found out you are getting the company you are changing into something miserable.”
  “Sirena, I have to.”
  “Then I have to move on because this will never work.”
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theotherodinson · 6 years
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Good evening everyone, have some horrifying Frostmaster. Warning for dubious-everything, consent, porn, you name it. Seriously, everything is dubious and awful. Gosh, the stuff that pops into my head when I can’t sleep at night. Maybe I should try warm milk?
Smile Time
"Smile, pet."
Loki affixed a smile on his face, all teeth, helping keep any cries of pain lodged in his throat. He was stretched out chest-down across a high, narrow bed, naked and tied up. The thin, smooth ropes pressed white lines into his skin.
The Grandmaster circled his handiwork, humming as he went. Tightening here, loosening there. He was being indecisive, tying and retying the ropes around Loki's ankles and legs, wrists and arms. Fussing over the criss-cross of ropes holding Loki's body open and vulnerable. 
He adjusted the rope strung through the ring on the tight collar fastened around Loki's neck, giving it a hard tug back before looping it through another ring fastened on the wall somewhere behind him. It gave easy access to anyone standing between Loki's legs to manipulate it at will. Loki was forced to arch his back more to keep the collar from choking him. Pain spasmed through him as his spine protested the new position.
The Grandmaster clucked his tongue as he ran a hand along Loki's back. "You are magnificent, aren't you? Oh, yes. Truly." His hand came to rest possessively on Loki's ass. Loki heard the rustling of clothes behind him before the Grandmaster's other hand joined the first one and fingers began digging into his flesh.
"I think we're ready to get started now, huh?" A noisy kiss was pressed to the base of Loki's back. "Are you ready?"
"I am," Loki pushed the words through his teeth.
The Grandmaster laughed with delight. "Yes, you are. Okay, everybody. He's all set. Just remember the rules - I get to go first. And last. And - well, whenever else I want to,  heh!"
A chorus of excited, chattering voices rose up against the pounding bass of the music that filled the room.
Loki kept smiling.
***
"Grandmaster, please!"
"Nuh-uh!" the Grandmaster held his hand up for silence. "Do not interrupt! Everyone here knows how much I hate being interrupted."
"But..."
"What did I just say? Did I or did I not just say 'do not interrupt?' I did, right? I didn't imagine it." the Grandmaster cast around him for agreement.
"You did say not to interrupt," Topaz said.
"I did, thank you. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Your crimes. Ready to hear them?"
The woman locked into place in the chair before the Grandmaster began to sob softly.
The Grandmaster sighed. "Why do they always have to cry when I'm ready to pronounce their crimes? I mean - it's not like it'll make a difference. Right?"
Topaz shook her head. The Grandmaster looked over expectantly at Loki who also shook his head.
"There!" The Grandmaster grinned in triumph and tapped the end of the melt stick against the floor. "Okay, hmm, crimes, crimes. There's crime of trying to leave my service with one of my contenders without my permission - which you did not have, just to be clear. Oh! And also, trying to take away one of my contenders, that's also a crime. I sentence you to death. So I guess you get to be with him after all? Hey - bright side!"
The Grandmaster wasted no time dissolving the woman who was once a favoured companion. Her shrieks echoed through the chamber as she was reduced to a puddle, mixing with the puddle of the contender who the Grandmaster had melted in front of her just minutes before.
The Grandmaster thrust the melt stick back at Topaz. "Geez, what a start to the day, huh? Such a messy business, but what can you do?" He turned to Loki, standing quietly at his left side. "Not a total loss, though. Now I have all the more time to spend with you. Isn't that nice?"
"Of course," Loki said.
"Of course," the Grandmaster echoed. "Smile, darling. Busy day ahead."
Loki offered up a bright smile.
***
"You are a special one, do you know that? You really are."
"Thank you, Grandmaster," Loki said. "You honour me."
"Oh, stop. I just call things as I see them. I did not mean stop what you're going, by the way. You don't stop doing that until I tell you."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
The Grandmaster was lazily stretched out across his bed watching Loki fuck himself on the Grandmaster's cock. Loki moved himself up and down with aching slowness, as per the Grandmaster's instructions, his own cock long spent and limp.
The Grandmaster drew small circles on Loki's hip with his fingers. "You were just...such a find. I was getting bored. And then there you were, you know?"
"I'm pleased to know my arrival was fortuitous for you."
"Oh, it was. And not just for me. Things were getting dull around here. I don't like it when it gets dull. Dull is boring."
"And you hate being bored."
"I do, precious. Truly. Okay, that's enough - off," the Grandmaster ordered with a wave of his hand.
Loki stopped and lifted himself off the Grandmaster's still hard cock, kneeling on the bed next to him waiting for further instructions.
The Grandmaster watched him for a beat with a dark, hooded gaze. "Hmm. Fetch one of the toys. The purple one, I think. No, make it the green."
Loki deliberately did not react as he climbed off the bed, holding the edge until he was sure his legs would hold him upright, and retrieved the asked for item. He gripped it carefully so his hands wouldn't shake and returned to the bed. Loki offered it to his companion, trying to keep his face free of expression. From the look of amusement he received from the Grandmaster, he failed.
The Grandmaster laughed. "No, sweet thing. You work that in. I'll watch. And remember to smile."
Loki smiled as he carefully worked the massive dildo into himself. He stopped every so often, teeth biting into his lip, before smiling again. He was panting by the time he finally had it in.
The Grandmaster made a come-here gesture. "Let me see," he said. Loki turned and offered his ass for inspection. He felt the Grandmaster grip the toy and shoved it in deeper. Loki cried out. The Grandmaster laughed again and slapped Loki's ass.
"That's better. Now, you finish up what you were going with your mouth. Leave your ass up here where I can see it. When you're done, it'll be time to get you all dolled up for the fights." He gave the dildo a hard jerk and Loki moaned. "We'll leave this in. Who knows? Maybe there will be a decent contender out there tonight I can reward with you. That would be different, huh? Fun!"
Loki's breathe caught in his throat. "If that would please you," he said over his shoulder
"Oh, I think it would. Don't worry, precious. It's not like I won't be there, too," the Grandmaster paused. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Loki lined himself up and lowered his mouth over the Grandmaster's cock.
"Good boy," the Grandmaster said.
***
The screams coming from the fighting ring were more deafening then the blood-thirsty howls of the crowd.
The Grandmaster was grinning ear-to-ear. "Wow, I should have thought of this ages ago. I mean, I really only need so many scrappers."
"I have a family, please...please, no!"
Loki watched as one of the scrappers the Grandmaster had rounded up earlier in the day tried to evade the two giants lumbering down on him. He tried to scramble out their reach and failed. Each giant seized two of the scrapper's limbs and pulled. The man's screams rent the air before silencing abruptly. The giants abandoned the pieces they'd ripped free and searched for a new target.
There was no shortage of them. All over the ring were scrappers trying to find escape from fighters captured by them, now loosed on them, free to take vengeance. And vengeance they did. The ground was littered with broken bodies.
The Grandmaster applauded. "Excellent! That was disgusting, but I'll bet hardly anyone gets to see the chance to see something like that."
Loki looked away, unable to stomach anymore of the senseless carnage. His chin was quickly seized between the Grandmaster's thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look at him. "Hey, what's this? A long face? You're not having fun?"
"Oh, I am," Loki promised. "But perhaps it was unwise of me to eat so much before the start. I fear the food isn't agreeing so much with the spectacle. I apologize."
Especially, as Loki saw from the corner of his eye, that one of the giants had gone back to the dismembered scrapper and was now eating one of the limbs. Loki clenched his teeth together tightly, firmly telling himself he may not throw up on the Grandmaster's lap.
The Grandmaster took note of what was going on and pulled a face. "Yikes! That's nasty. Remind me to have the guards bring more food down there every once in awhile." 
He turned back to Loki, releasing his chin and stroking Loki's cheek with the back of his fingers. "Aw, sweetness, it's all right," he cooed. "I'm not mad. Cheer up, look it's almost over. Just three more scrappers to go and we'll call it a night."
There were more screams from the fighting ring. The Grandmaster checked out the action. "Okay, less than three." His face brightened. "Hey, I know, we'll stay in tonight. Just you and me. Maybe a few friends. We'll have a nice night in. Play a special game. I'll think of something new. Would you like that?"
"You know I would," Loki said.
The ear-to-ear smile was back. "Yeah, I do know. Now perk up, baby. Smile."
Loki matched the Grandmaster's exuberant smile with one of his own.
***
"Loki. Loki!"
Loki scrambled down the corridor, fleeing the commotion as the escaping fighters squared off against the Grandmaster's guards. His heart hammered in his ears as he fled. He didn't know where the Grandmaster was and he had no weapons. Loki rounded a corner and lunged for a door leading into a room he knew connected to two different corridors. If he couldn't find the Grandmaster or a weapon to defend himself, he could outrun the turmoil until he found a safe place to hide.
He didn't make it.
Wrenched away from the door, he was shoved against a wall by the contender that had been pursuing him. Loki fought back, trying to get free. He punched and scratched and bit. It was having no effect on the large man who had him pinned. He gave Loki an exasperated look.
"I can free you, if you would just hold still," the man said.
What? Loki blinked, unsure what to do.
In the next moment, the contender retrieved a small device from his belt and pressed a button. The small disc attached to Loki's neck detached and dropped to the floor. With the disc gone, memories came flooding back. Loki's knees buckled and he staggered, gasping as if he'd been without air for months as his magic flowed through him.
But Thor was there to hold him up.
"It's all right," Thor said soothingly, replacing the space the disc took up on Loki's neck with his own hand. "Take your time. You're free now."
"Thor," Loki dug his fingers into Thor's arms, trying to steady himself against the onslaught of memory and emotion. "How long...?"
"I'm not sure. I'm told time works strangely in this place. I first caught sight of you about a week ago.” Thor hesitated. “Others told me you've been here much longer than that."
A low growl curled up Loki's throat. "The Grandmaster, he...it's his doing. Where is he?"
"I don't know. But it doesn't matter. We're leaving."
"It does matter," Loki shouted. "You don't know what he did. What he made me..." Loki couldn’t finish the sentence. Not in front of Thor.
Thor was looking at him with sorrowful eyes filled with pity. Like he knew what it was Loki couldn’t bring himself to say. "Loki, what happened after you were brought here...none of it was your fault. The Grandmaster is a madman who took your will from you. But you're free. It's over."
"No," Loki said. "It's not over. It's not over until I shove a dagger through that demon's heart and then cut his throat. Then it'll be over."
Thor didn't argue. "As you wish."
Loki smiled. His first real smile since arriving on Sakaar. 
It felt euphoric.
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Um, random Peter/ Bucky AU in which they both work a shitty job at a movie theater. I don’t know what this is but its definitely crack lmao. I just wanted to write the pairing tbh.
Ok so Peter had aspirations- once upon a time that was a thing but now all his dreams are dead and he stuffs bags full of pop corn for a living. Its not exactly that he hates his job at the local movie theater, its just that he’d rather kill himself than speak to an actual live human being at a till. People are assholes for one, and also he’s discovered that the ‘ice vs no ice’ controversy is real and people are passionate about it. His preference? He doesn’t have one because he can’t be assed to care about trivial shit like that.
The only good thing to come out of his shitty job making surprisingly good popcorn is that he met Bucky. Sure he’s like ninety percent sure Bucky never actually does any work mostly because he’s way too fucking anxious to handle being on till but he’s funny and that’s all Peter cares about. Plus he’s awesome enough that no one else seems to notice that he doesn’t do much. Either that or everyone likes him too much to care.
“I hate closing shifts,” Kamala mumbles and Peter snorts.
“That makes two of us but fuck getting up in the morning,” he says, shaking his head. Morning shifts are slow as shit too so not only would he be up early but he’d have nothing to do. Fuck morning shifts. Actually no, fuck working in general, he misses stealing shit to get by but Bucky thinks its immoral to steal or whatever. Personally Peter likes to think of himself as Robin Hood except he’s only taking money for himself- if the public wants more of it they can steal their own shit.
“I already have school so you know, I’m used to it,” Kamala says.
Peter wrinkles his nose, “I’d say drop out but then I’d be a bad influence.”
Kamala laughs, “I’m pretty sure my parents would skin you if you told me to drop out and I listened.”
“Has anyone done the butter yet?” Bucky asks and Peter turns.
“No, not that I- why are you in the vat of pop corn?” he asks, frowning at Bucky sitting in the pop corn machine. Its not even empty either, he’s sitting in a giant ass vat of popcorn with food surrounding him.
“Monkey brain,” he says like that’s some kind of explanation.
Peter sighs. “When I was nine my mother died, I got kidnapped shortly thereafter, became a fucking conspiracy theory-” which he hadn’t even known about until he met Bucky. The guy reads way too many conspiracies. “-Ended up leading a life of crime so I could accumulate enough money to go to film school and also assimilate into the group of criminals I was kidnapped by. Went to film school with big dreams of being a director and writer that got sucked out by this shit place, and all for it to end with my boyfriend in a vat of popcorn explained away by ‘monkey brain’. I can’t even write that shit.” But then most of Bucky’s life is such a level of bizarre that he couldn’t write it. If he did he’d deem it unrealistic because Bucky attracts weird like nobody’s business. “Kamala, can you do the butter?” he asks her.
She sighs grumpily but agrees until Bucky interrupts, “I asked because I was gunna do it,” he says.
“You can clean out the popcorn vat,” Peter tells him and Bucky sulks, eating some of the popcorn that surrounds him. Kalama laughs as she pulls the butter from its warmer. Knowing how long those things sit there makes Peter feel almost bad for feeding it to people. But then he remembers half the customers shriek at him if he puts ice in their drinks and feels less bad.
“Can I go home? I hate it here,” Bucky says and Peter snorts.
“If I have to suffer so do you. Kamala, you go home, you have school tomorrow,” he says.
Kamala frowns, “I mean I’m leaving but we don’t have school on Saturdays, Peter.”
Bucky lets out a long whine, “how come she gets to go home? I’m the one dating you, give me special treatment.”
“Yeah, I also happen to know you pay half the rent and need the hours, Kamala’s only here to save money for college so she’s not missing out on much,” he says. “Now clean the vat.” Bucky sighs and mumbles something about Peter sucking the fun out of everything but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t like rent either but Bucky’s the one who insists they work shitty jobs for a living instead of just selling meth or robbing homes in rich areas.
“You’re the best,” Kamala tells him before she takes off. Man Peter wishes he could follow and leave this stupid job behind. Why couldn’t he have dated someone with no moral compass so he could avoid this hellhole?
“Do I still have to clean the vat?” Bucky asks and Peter nods.
“I’m not cleaning that shit,” he says.
“I thought you wanted weird experiences for your writing or whatever,” Bucky says and Peter frowns.
“I hope you know finding my boyfriend in a vat of popcorn is far weirder than cleaning it out,” he says. “Also I don’t feel like cleaning it out when I have to count literally everything in this damn place. Save me some of that popcorn,” he adds, earning a look from Clint like he has the right to issue out looks given his eating habits. Peter watched him eat an Oreo off the lobby floor once.
“His ass as been in there,” he says.
“Clint, I’ve ate is ass, why do you think that matters to me?” he asks, earning a gag from America across the room. “Oh hush, I’m sure you and Kate get up to worse,” he says to her. She gives him a doubtful look but he damn well knows Kate is probably into weird shit, she hangs out with Clint.
“Please don’t tell our coworkers about our sex life, I have to look them in the eye,” Bucky says, climbing out of the popcorn.
“Does he actually do anything around here or does he mostly just talk to you?” Clint asks.
Peter shrugs, “probably the latter but I mean are you complaining? Could you imagine this guy at a till? Dude is a human chihuahua.” He shakes at everything and sometimes has a lot of anger in unexpected places though Peter has to admit if he were Jewish and spotted a Nazi near him he’d punch the Nazi too. Except Bucky acted totally on instinct and went Full Human Chihuahua right after so it was a weird situation to be in and if Peter ever writes a comedy that is so going in it.
Clint snorts, “one time when he was on floor I watched this guy try to walk up to him and he basically ran away and left Loki to deal with it. I’m sure it went horribly wrong.”
“Actually I think Loki solved his problem and that reaffirms that I’m not fit to deal with people,” Bucky says, dumping popcorn into the trash.
“How do you date him?” Clint asks and Peter shrugs.
“Dude is so weird he inspires a crap ton of stories that no one will ever option,” he says and Bucky snorts.
“I’m sure it’ll happen eventually,” he says and yeah, maybe, but Peter is bored of writing for no audience. And also of serving ungrateful dipshits who scream about ice. Once he found a cockroach in the ice and he hopes some jackass customer has eaten one.
“Well when you hit it big remember that time I took your shift,” Clint tells him.
Peter squints, “you’ve never taken anyone’s shift ever. I know this because I help make the schedule.” Its a horrible job and he hates it.
“What I’m saying is that I want your money,” Clint tells him bluntly.
“Uh, I get his money first, you get it later,” Bucky says. “Also you want to scoop the rest of this popcorn?”
*
Peter considers the last year and a half of his life. “Do you ever think about the fact that Tony Stark basically paid you five million dollars to make him a drink?” Bucky asks.
“All the time because literally what the fuck.” He’d been closing, as usual, and then out of nowhere actual Tony fucking Stark walks up and practically begs for a drink. Peter had made a joke that he’d make it if Tony gave him the money to make a movie and the guy must have been some desperate for coke because he agreed. Peter is ninety percent sure the only reason people even went to see it is because Tony was the one who funded it but what the fuck ever man, he’s got a whole new project in the works and his last movie went over surprisingly well.
“I can’t believe real people are funding your space opera about your daddy issues,” Bucky says, shaking his head.
Peter snorts, “you get all the benefits so shush.”
Bucky grins, “well yeah, but a space opera about your daddy issues? That’s also a musical? That’s got to be a niche market.”
Not if Tony Stark is funding it but Peter has long known the guy was genius at marketing. Dude makes a shit ton of money, as evidenced by his paying a stupid amount of dollars over a joke Peter made. But like hell he was backing down from that. “It’ll sell. I mean people loved my weird sci-fi comedy that had a really odd sense of Millennial humor with an absurd amount of conspiracy theories in it,” he points out.
“Yeah, you’re officially in the Illuminati now. Tony invited you and now you’re trying to control the masses,” Bucky says, dead ass serious because he’s probably read whole Reddit threads on it or something. 
He considers that for a moment before looking back to Bucky. “First, please stop reading weird conspiracies about me. Two, do you have any idea how tempted I am to steal all of Tony’s shit always? You should be lucky I love you because he has some nice stuff and I could probably sell it for a lot of money.” He stared at that stupid expensive Rolex for so long Tony probably got suspicious at some point but Peter let him fuck around on set so he didn’t seem to care too much. Turns out Pepper Potts is terrifying though and for a hot second she took everything over to shoo Tony out.
“Actually I don’t really care if you steal from the rich but maybe not the rich guy who’s funding your shit. Steal from all his friends,” Bucky says and Peter blinks.
“Wait, what? I thought you had a thing against stealing!”
Buck shrugs, “I don’t count it if its from rich people who can replace it right away. Its like Robin Hood but selfish,” he says.
Peter stares at him for a long few moments before letting out a long string of swear words. “I’ve been avoiding stealing shit for three damn years and you didn’t even care the whole time? I’m robbing Betsy DeVos so blind she’s going to have to get laser eye surgery to correct it!” he says. He’s got plans.
Bucky throws his head back and laughs, “save that line, its funny.”
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