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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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Could you write a: thor holding his baby girl for the first time? 🥺❤️

His daughter

Thor walked back and forth too many times that his brother was starting to get irritated by it.

"Would you settle down already!?"

"But I want to her and I’m worried!" Loki rolled his eyes, the child is just being cleaned and checked.

"She’ll be fine brother"

"Bu-"

"Hush" Thor blinked when the nurse walked out with the baby in the moving bed, all warped up and sleepy looking.

"Can I?" He whispered, not sure if he should be as loudly bold as his usual self around such a small being.

"Yes but let me help you" the nurse picked her gently, the girl yawned opening her tiny mouth before being handed to her father, her eyes were still not fully open since she seemed tired but he could tell she had his blue eyes.

"You’re so small" Thor felt like crying, she was just perfect, she was everything he wished her to be, a healthy beautiful baby, his baby.

His own daughter.

"She’s precious" Loki tapped his brother’s back, feeling proud to see him on the path to being a better father than Odin was ever to them.

"I know, I feel mighty blessed. My beautiful princess" he kissed her head tenderly. He couldn’t wait to go home with her.

"Mother would’ve loved you" he mumbled with a sad smile but then chuckled "but I think she was far beyond running children"

"That she was brother. What are you going to name her?"

"I think there is time to think it over, so for now she’s just my princess."

#thor of asgard #thor odison imagine #thor imagine #imagine #mcu #fanfic #thor odinson #father thor

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cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop · 3 months

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Tyr and Thor

From experience I can tell you that the eldest child is ALWAYS the first one to see through the bullshit of their parents.

So Tyr is the oldest child in this verse (nothing says otherwise).

When we hear his story, we know he is this calm, peacful, loving person and that he turned on his father to save the giants and innocent people.

Being the peacful person he is, he must have relentlessly tried to talk to his father and convince him before outright turning on him. and there must have been a breaking point for him to give up on his father completely.

I thought to myself: "What was the breaking point?" and then it hit me.

Thor.

A young Thor who had accidentally killed his own mother.

Odin makes his life hell for it. Tyr begs his father to go easy on Thor.

"It was an accident. He's only a child." he would beg. The words only fell on deaf ears as Odin continued to make Thor into his killing machine.

That was the breaking point. That was the day Tyr started working towards Odin's downfall

Tyr didn't turn on Odin for giants. He turned on him for the giant that mattered to him the most.

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jadedvibes · 2 years

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sweet child o’ mine playing with chris hemsworth’s literal daughter on the screen omg ❤️⚡️

#I love love 🥺#love the parallel of him adopting like his father 🫂#tlat spoilers #thor spoilers #thor love and thunder #thor #thor love and thunder spoilers #chris hemsworth #sweet child o mine #currently watching

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p4nishers · 6 months

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oh god it really is about change, isn't it? all of it. loki met mobius and they LET themselves change bc they finally had someone who saw the good in them and trusted them with UNSHAKABLE certainty no matter fucking what even after they BETRAYED him even if he was angry for a while he never actually stopped believing in them and believing that they could be good or whatever they wanted to be. that they could change and be it for the better. "it's never too late to change" and loki did change, they become far more mature and grounded and caring and maybe even soft but with changing came the understanding that being soft isn't a bad thing. that loving someone isn't weakness. and mobius changed too, he learned to want things for himself and try to look beyond what he already has. they changed each other SO throughoutly and they've changed together and loki is seeing it, they're finally fucking seeing it, otherwise WHY else bring up thor and jane and love CHANGING people for the better. i think they're seeing their past thinking in sylvie and trying to show her that loving doesn't make you weak infact it makes you stronger and better and they know that because they HAVE found that love in mobius. mobius brought hope and kindness into their life and with that, completely changed them as person, just like jane did with thor.

#loki grew up thinking ppl CANT change that they have a path set out for them in this case be a villain of the story and not be able to #change it they grew up being the shadow of thor's greatness they grew up with their fathers hatred in their bones they grew up forced to be #smth they never wanted to be and never once did they think they could change for the better but mobius came along and he changed everything #he showed loki kindess and understanding where loki only ever had mistrust and cruelty and he never once gave up on them. not ever #if that isn't a love story idk what is #lokius #loki spoilers #loki season 2 #loki series #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #loki x mobius

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the-mjolnir-owner · 6 months

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Odin: baby Thor is so damn loud!

Tosses him out into the storm

Also Odin: why doesn't Thor like me? I want to see my son!

Has thor tied to the leg of his chair

Excerpts from King Thor (2019) Issue #4, Thor: God of Thunder (2012) Issue #15 and Avengers (2018) Issue #62.

#odin #thor #comic #I was cleaning my folders and found these prints again #well done dad 👍🏼🙄#then thor won't resort to thunder/lightning/his powers in general in order to use the hammer/become a warrior/be less loud and please his f #then the hammer is taken from him 😐#father*

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like-sands-of-time · 7 months

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So does sigyn just not exist in the mcu? I know she's in the comics even though I don't read them. Because why are you telling me Loki is completely unloveable and the only person he can love/feel attracted to is himself as a woman that's insane. He's not this demonic guy he's a god of tricks and chaos. He's loved by Thor. By frigga/Freya. By sigyn his canon wife. By his children even if you don't want them to exist here (why I've no idea that's an amazing story)

#loki #loki x sigyn #and then theres the people who latched onto shipping simply for the sake of it #idk maybe ive been a loki fan too long but who gives a shit about mobius i want to see loki like he was before the first thor movie #a hero by choice #reuniting with his brother even though theyre separated by timelines #using his magic and being badass and saving the day #tearing the world apart because odin and frigga are dead his birth father is dead his adopted sister is dead #and now thanos is dead #he can find thor and the little god child he just adopted #loki is a caring mom we already know this

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remoryu · 5 months

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do y’all think the rift is the gateway to the higher plane of existence for gods, where athena and later thor go to after they died their selfless deaths? me too

other god of war pics (32/?)

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fromasgardandback · 1 year

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Please Don’t Leave Me

Father!Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

description: Tony is on his last breath, but his daughters needs him.

word count: 850

a/n: I’ve been sitting on this for a while, so please enjoy <3

masterlist | oneshots

Tony Stark is my father, plain and simple. He and my mother were college sweethearts. They met in the last semester of their senior year and fell in love. They had me a few years after that and then by the age of six, she died battling an incurable disease. Daddy couldn’t explain it, and neither could the doctors. Her funeral was extremely hard for both of us. Then he met Pepper Potts when she applied to be his personal assistant.

Pepper had always been nice to me. She knew what had happened and tried to make me feel better about it every year. She was the pseudo-mother I needed while mine was resting in heaven. I advocated for their relationship when I got older and berated Dad when he messed it up. She also kept me safe in every battle they faced.

Daddy did the best he could with the knowledge and understanding he had. I knew they even though he lacked in some areas, he made up for it in others. Dad never missed a game, recital, performance, or award show; you name it. He made sure to be present and in the moment for me. Tony was the father he wished he had growing up. But as the years went on and the threats to Earth grew greater, it got harder to see my father become more than just a local or American hero. He became a worldwide one at that.

“No,” Tony said walking further into his lab.

“Dad, come on. I’m old enough and I have the training to be one. Why can’t I?” I said following him.

“Because I am your father and I said no.” He said getting annoyed.

“You know statistically when parents say that phrase to their kids it lowers their self-esteem and ability to trust people based on their reactions. Plus, you said yourself that you just finance all this high-tech equipment and that Steve is the leader. Therefore, I’ll just go talk to Steve. And don’t you dare stop me. I am good at my job and what I do. I can be a real asset to this team.” I said huffing.

“Are you finished?” Tony said. I nodded in response looking for his. “Fine. Go see Steve. But just know there is no backing out. Once you’re an avenger, you’re in.” He finished, going back to his screens.

I thought about that conversation while fighting Thanos and his men in the battle. I had never thought that this would become my life. I grew up thinking I would be someone different and in a different limelight. While fighting Thanos was not on the top ten list of fun things to do this summer, it took precedence. We did everything we could to take the gauntlet away from him. That stupid purple dinosaur is really going to get it. Especially treating my family the way he has. In horror, we all watch as Thanos snapped his fingers, but nothing worked. Then we looked over and Daddy was sitting there, stones in hand, ready to snap. I knew what would happen, but it was a sacrifice we all had to make.

“I… Am… Ironman.” Tony glared at Thanos and snapped his fingers. That day will forever live in my mind. I held onto my father with Pepper as we wept, watching him slowly sink into his death. But then some cosmic force shook the earth and we were brought into a hospital room. Dad lay in the bed with tubes and IVs everywhere. He was hooked up to every machine they had in the hospital as he fought to stay alive. Morgan sat on my lap as we both held his hand. Pepper sat on the other side holding his right hand.

He was in a coma for three weeks before the brainwaves started to move more frequently. His charts improved and the tests they ran on him improved with every passing second; he was healing. Tony was fighting to stay alive for us, for his girls.

“Dad,” I said gently, reaching to hold his hand. He slowly leaned over and opened his eyes to me. His smile came soon after and the love shown on his face was unmatched. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing. We were all told by the doctors and professionals that he should not have survived what he did. But instead of destroying and killing him, it saved him in some way.

“Pumpkin,” Tony responded weakly. I chuckled as tears rolled down my face. Morgan practically jumped into his arms. Pepper and I followed, reminding each other to be gentle. He let us stay in that hug-holding position for as long as we liked, and we weren’t complaining.

“You’re alive and talking and awake,” I said still dumbfounded.

“It’s going to take a lot to take me down. I couldn’t just leave my girls.” He smiled, kissing Pepper, then leaning down to kiss mine and Morgan’s heads.

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loversquarrels · 11 months

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"I made a habit of checking in on my dad. I know it wasn't my responsibility, but ever since I almost lost him...I just need to. Typically, he would be lounging around sleeping in the house or ordering people around as the new Alfather, though he hates the title and perfers King instead. But if I hadn't found him by his snoring or loud voice alone, then I knew what that meant. He would be where he used to be. Expect here in this new realm, he would just stare at the cup of mead instead of drinking it. I knew he needed help. So I took him out and told him I wanted to spend the day with him. And that's what we did.

We did all sorts of foolish things. Like how I bet him that he couldn't eat out the whole bakery. Turns out he really could. Probably way more. I didn't know what was more immpressive, his stomach or his strength.

Oh, and then we went to work out! I mean, we do that every other morning anyway, but it's always fun to do it. There are these heavy ass stones to carry around. Even with all my strength, I struggle to carry them. All the while, Fadir carries it around like nothing. However, I did make some progress with my fathers help. I ACTUALLY CARRIED IT THIS TIME!

Then after that we went and sat by the local pond. There, he told me stories about how he would cradle me in his arms when I was younger. It looked to have made him happy. And sad. I made sure to hug him. He seemed surprised at first, but he leaned into it. He held me with a strong grip. Very strong, it felt as if he was holding onto me for dear life.

"I'm sorry, thrud," he would say.

And all I could say back was "I love you, Fadir."

And he would say it back. "I love you too Thrudie".

.........

Happy fathers Day, everyone! Not that it's the most joyous day for me, but I still wanted to draw something specifically for my favorite Nordic gals. I've been drawing a lot. I just never post. I'm excited to post something else real soon. I think I'm getting the hang of my style. Kinda.

Oh and this is my headcannon of what I wanted to happen. Thor and the rest of the surviving aesir realize they can't stay in Vanaheim cause of the animosity so they decide to travel to a new realm, Thrudvang which thrud named herself. There they rebuilt...(after killing a giant beast there)... and made new Nyr Asgard.

(Thrudvang is supposedly Thor's personal realm in mythology, but I like to think Thrud named it after herself:3)

#thor god of war #more thor content #god of war ragnarok #god of war #gow ragnarok #thor #thrud god of war #father's day #father's daughter

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whyareyouhere66 · 7 months

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(Loki anon here I’m sorry I’m still in my fixation and I love ur writing 😭)

Loki x son reader were Loki wasn’t in reader’s life very often and reader slowly grows to hate him for it. But reader ends up going through the same path Loki did by terrorizing Earth/trying to rule it to show he can be better and stronger than his father. I can’t decide how it would end- like reader gets imprisoned after Loki tries to stop him or like, they talk and make up?? Idk😭

(Loving that the only plots I can come up with are full of daddy issues LMAO)

You’re so real for that bro-

never be sorry you’re amazing

I hate being late on requests, I don’t know if you’re still in the Loki fixation I’m really late but I hope you enjoy either way <3

DNA - !Father! Loki x Male Reader

CW: Loki was kinda a shit dad, mentions of guns in beginning, timeline may not be 100% canon, lazy proof read, long

Chaos tumbles in the streets, shouts echoing from the crowds.

Ruckus in a small town, built into a crevice in the mountain, it’s far too easy to cause havoc on its streets.

People are rushing to see what has happened at the small museum just down the street to the various neighborhoods, though get pulled away when they see the people running the opposite way. Half aren’t even sure what they’re running from.

The front doors to the museums walls burst open suddenly, a tall figure strutting out of the frame.

Y/n Odinson, in all his grace.

A few gasps come from the witnesses, eyes widening upon seeing the man. The before untouched museum now holds shattered windows, it looks broken.

A few spikes of glass crunch under Y/n’s boots, a trail of shards gathered around the door. It takes another moment for people to see the pendant swinging from his clenched fist.

“Stop, now!” The first officer to arrive at the scene, holding a gun in front of him. Just a minute too late, he’s running to catch up.

A second one appears behind him a moment later, but doesn’t chase, instead crouches behind the hood of his car and points his own gun towards Y/n’s clenched fist.

“We’ll shoot!” He shouts, hearing the sirens of backup following behind. Y/n doesn’t flinch.

“That doesn’t sound too smart,” The man speaks nonchalantly, further frustrating the cops behind him, “but if you must, I suggest now.” There’s a sly grin on his face when he looks at them over his shoulder.

So, they do.

A bang pierces the air, and suddenly a bullet is flying. Y/n knows it’s headed his way, but it’s too late anyways. For he was gone the second the trigger was pulled- puffed away with nothing but an imprint of dirt and blue fog left behind.

People look around, confused.

He’s escaped, and he holds another piece with him.

***

Y/n Odinson

10:37 pm

In the dark room, I notice there’s few sources of light for me to work with.

The window, the clock, and the lamp just to the right of me.

Even as it becomes later and later into the night, I’m still sitting here, hunched over this damn desk with two of the same things placed in front of me- one being the necklace stolen mere hours prior.

Its jewels reflect in the light of the lamp, red and green jewels lining a silver chain. It shines the brightest compared to the dusty old book beside it.

I continue to stare at it, before a frustrated groan rumbles out of my already sore throat.

“This isn’t going anywhere…” I mumble bitterly.

I grab the book, pages squished between the leather cover. I run my thumb down the engraved cover, it’s patterns bumping under my finger. There’s a pad of dust on my thumb when I lift it again, a trail left behind on the leather.

I’m so close- I feel it. Yet in the back of my mind it feels like I’m so, so far.

The lights coming in from my window distract me for a moment, and I look at all the buildings I’ve looked at everyday. It’s all the same, like I’m exactly where I was yesterday, no more progress than the day before.

Slowly, my gaze turns back to the desk.

After my father fumbled the Tesseract that first time, I felt even more determined to surpass him.

To take on the world better than he could have ever imagined, make him feel as stupid as he looked.

I had thought that maybe going a more logical route would be more successful than his try, try, and try again strategy.

And sometimes I think it’s working.

And then, there’s moments like this, when I’m hunched over a desk with a mind as blank as a void, that I think it really isn’t.

I run my hands down the side of my face, the heels of my hands pressing into my skin.

The god of mischief was just as good of a father as you’d expect.

I remember the nights still, when he shouldve been home, stuck in that run down apartment with his face plastered across the tv, a big mischievous smile because he thought what he did was significant.

It makes me flinch how much I’ve grown to be like him.

There’s a small crack between the holder and the 3rd gem of the necklace, a gap that would be hard to notice from any other angle. I reach out my thumb, and run it gently along the crack a few times as if to smooth it out.

Another sigh, and I stand up from my chair. I’ll figure it out. I have to, I’ll do it and I’ll become better than he ever was, as low as that standard may be.

I just have to do it right.

***

“He did it again.”

“Who?”

“Who do you think?”

Bruce looks between Tony and the computer curiously, standing up from his work.

“Don’t tell me.”

Across the room, Mr. Stark sighs.

“That son of a bitch.” He mutters, fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose. The headline, big and bold on his screen, “Precious necklace stolen from small town museum- the work of Y/n.”

“He’s up to something.” Bruce says, moving so he can read the headline over Tony’s shoulder, who just groans.

“He’s not just planning something- he knows something.”

Bruce glances back at the brunette man, “Should we do something to stop him?”

The answer is obvious.

“We have to.” Tony sighs as his face leaves his hands. “We need him anyways.”

At this, Bruce looks at the man curiously. “We do? Why?”

Tony stares straight into the pixels of his screen.

“Because I know what he’s planning.”

***

It’s a slower day in downtown DC.

I can’t decide what I’m doing here, nor what I want to be doing. All I know is that I’m getting closer and closer to the capital with no plans of turning around.

There’s a corner coming up, and I turn, not expecting to see the woman around the corner when I do.

Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, looks at me expectantly as we make eye contact.

“Well hello.” She says smoothly, giving me only a second to process before lunging for me. I feel a tingling in my palm, sparks of blue seeping through my fingers.

“Oh, what a nice surprise.” I mock her, and she’s about to reach me. But just before she can make contact, I’m out of there again.

I leave her on the sidewalk with nothing but the same blue fog as always, appearing back in an alleyway a few blocks down. Thinking I’m alone, the sparks fade from my fist. But another voice makes itself known before I can even turn around.

“-well that was easy.”

I spin around only to see Captain America at the other end of the alleyway. My eyes narrow- they’re kidding.

“Well doesn’t this work out well.”

Another glance behind me and I can see that Natasha has caught up to me much quicker than I had expected. I raise an eyebrow.

“So you brought a friend? That’s nice.” I remark, before throwing a swift punch her way. She jumps back, just before I can hit.

Arms wrap around my neck before I can process anything else- the strong grip from Captain catching me off guard. I try to pry him off of me, leaning my head down and without a second thought I bite him as hard as I can.

With a yelp, he pulls back.

Blue fog surrounds me before I’m suddenly behind him, swinging my fist so it collided with the back of his head. He stumbles, holding the spot where I hit.

“He bit me!” He yells.

“You strangled me.”

With a groan, and the roll of her eyes, Natasha pounces on me again.

There’s struggling as she pushes my body backwards, but I continue to fight back until she suddenly backs away from me.

Confused, I step towards her. But her foot comes at me quicker than I can comprehend.

Next thing I know, my head collides with the strong metal of a shield. Fuck.

“Good work.” I hear faintly, as I’m stumbling to the floor.

Words morph from Natasha’s mouth, but everything goes black before I can hear anything else.

***

“What are we gonna do with him?”

Natasha stands across from the glass jail, circular in the center of the room. A bit dehumanizing, really, like some sort of exhibit. My unconscious body is still slumped on the floor, next to the one chair inside the cell.

“Better yet- where did you get him?”

Thor asks, standing next to Bruce, Steve and Clint. His strong arms are crossed over his chest, and he’s looking around waiting for an answer.

“We think he’ll be useful in the plan against Thanos.” Tony answers, far too nonchalant for the situation, “he might be looking for the same stones we are.” He spins around in his chair, back now facing the computer he was just looking at to look at his teammates. A sound close to a scoff comes from Thor.

“You know that’s my nephew, right?” He points to my body, “unconscious in your little glass cage?”

Tony rolls his eyes, rolls his head to the side. “I am well aware, Thor.”

“Wait, hold on-“ Bruce speaks up, processing far slower than Tony would like, “so we just kidnapped him? That was the plan?”

Natasha clicks her tongue. “Pretty much…”

“And are-“

Small plastic wheels scrape the floor as Tony abruptly stands up. So impatient, he claps his hands together to grab everyone’s attention.

“Glad we’ve established the obvious, how about we let me talk now.”

Thor immediately brushes him off- much to Tony’s annoyance. The muscular man steps forward and raises an eyebrow at the shorter man, who looks up at him with disinterest through the thick frames of his glasses.

“What does Y/n have to do with any of this?” He asks with crossed arms. Tony sighs.

“He recently stole this from some small town in the west,” Tony hands the blonde man a picture of the necklace, “looks important, part of a plan. We think he’ll be a good weapon against Thanos, and it’s a good excuse to see what’s up with the necklace.”

Thor examines the picture, eyes flickering to the glass occasionally. It still feels a bit absurd, though.

“You really think he’s up to something big, huh.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.” Everyone’s gazes turn to Clint, “he is Loki’s kid, isn’t he?”

Thor doesn’t respond, he doesn’t have to because Tony is talking once more.

“Oh he’s Loki’s kid, alright.” He says.

“So, how do we plan to get him in on this, exactly?” Steve finally steps in.

It goes quiet, for a second, though the awkward glances are quite loud.

“…I mean…we could get Loki in on this too.” Bruce answers after too long of a pause. Immediately, Thor shakes his head with a mighty laugh.

“Oh no, no we aren’t doing that.”

“That would work.”

The blonde man snaps his head over to Tony.

“Uh, no. Believe me, it wouldn’t.”

But he is once again ignored, instead walking away from the room and leaving the rest of the curious Avengers behind. But Thor follows.

“Stark!” He shouts, following him out and down the hallway despite the sigh that he is met with.

“What, Thor.”

“You will not bring Loki here.” He says firmly, even if the words don’t make it through the stubbornness of Tony’s brain.

“And why’s that?”

“It’s a horrible idea-“

“You got a better one?”

Becoming exasperated, Thor throws his hands up before the drop to his sides. “I’ll do it, I’ll convince him.”

Tony scoffs. “Right, cause you’re so good at that.” He goes to walk away again, but still, Thor persists.

“It won’t work if Loki tries-“

“How do you know? Hmm?” Tony gives Thor a look, something so knowing that it frustrates Thor to no end, “when was the last time you talked to Y/n? Or Loki, for that matter?”

He wasn’t going to get anywhere with this. Tony’s too stubborn, too head strong to negotiate right now. So, Thor only shakes his head.

“Fine, do it your way, you’ll see.”

“That we will.”

***

By the time I’ve woken up, it’s far later in the afternoon.

I try to sit up, head throbbing from the start of a migraine, when I realize I have no clue where I am.

The edges of my vision blur together while I stumble up, so dizzying I nearly have to sit down again. Below me, my knees feel weak, like they could give out at any moment. But I stand anyways, stand and wait for the feeling in my muscles and bones to come back to me.

“Well, look who’s awake.”

I whirl around, just close enough to knocking myself out again, and watch the figure outside of this…glass wall, stand up.

“Stark,” I mumble, rubbing the sore spot on my head, “should’ve known it’d be Stark.”

“Good morning to you too, Y/n.”

I turn to see Natasha once more, how familiar. She’s leaning against one of the desks, and next to her are Bruce, Steve and Thor. I raise an eyebrow.

“Thor.”

He just nods awkwardly. “Hi Y/n.”

I look around, spinning, and chuckle. “Really brought in the whole gang, huh?”

On the other side of the glass, Tony takes off his glasses to wipe at the lenses carefully. He looks uninterested as usual.

Someone tries to talk to me again, but I’m already feeling the sparks of blue on my skin once more.

“Uh, hey-“

“He’ll be fine.”

My head bangs against glass, and I’m sent back stumbling.

“What the fuck-“ My hand flies to my forehead, where I can already feel a bruise forming.

“The glass is a strong barrier,” Steve winks, “can’t get out.”

His cocky gaze makes me uncomfortable, but I should’ve known it wouldn’t be so easy. Nothing here ever is.

I scoff, clicking my tongue. “Do you treat all your hostages like circus monkeys or am I just special?”

“I’ll let you decide on that one.” Tony replies, settling his glasses back onto his face. “Now let’s get down to business.”

The room, now that I get a decent look at it, is pretty artificial. A large computer, followed by a smaller computer, scattered paperwork, a few glasses stained with the remnants of alcohol. Just about what I’d expect.

My uncle is sitting back, next to Banner, his big arms crossed against his chest. He doesn’t look as calm or boastful as usual, instead glancing at the large doors. I furrow my eyebrows, following his gaze, but no one is there.

“We know you’re planning something.”

My eyes flicker to Steve, meeting his expectant gaze. I raise an eyebrow at him mockingly.

“Oh? Well that’s wonderful, though I thought I was quite obvious.”

Steve rolls his eyes, not amused. “Yeah, well, we are too,” he takes a step closer to me, “and we want you to be a part of it.”

I pause.

Visibly processing, it takes me a minute.

“…what?”

“I saw your little necklace heist the other day, since you’re so good at stealing think you could steal some stones for us?” Tony cuts in, raising an eyebrow at me.

“You want me to steal stuff for you.”

“Well, and other stuff.” Bruce shrugs. He flinches away from my deadpan.

With the click of my tongue, rubbing my face, I turn back. “And why would I do that?”

Tony shrugs this time, “you might be interested to know we also are recruiting someone else.”

I raise my eyebrow. “And who would that be?”

He doesn’t say the name, just gives me a look and by the glint his eyes I can’t tell if that’s better or worse. A voice suddenly sounds out from the doorway.

“I’m going- good god I’m going, no need to shove-“

…

No.

I snap my head to the door.

They’re joking.

The tall, unfortunately familiar figure of my father walks in. He looks almost the exact same.

Big gold thorns stick out from his helmet, a green robe on. When he turns to see me, I see his expression falter. For a second, he even looks nervous.

My eyes dart to Thor’s, who looks at me apologetically and shrugs. Then I look at Tony, eyes going cold.

“If you wanted to persuade me to do something, Stark, he’s the last person you should’ve brought.”

I can see Thor out of the corner of my eye, how he’s looking between me and my dad, waiting for something to happen. But I refuse to look at Loki himself, even as he awkwardly sighs.

“Y/n.” He says, but I don’t respond.

“…what’s happening here.” Tony too, is looking between the two of us curiously.

“Should we leave?“ Bruce gets cut off by Thor.

“I told you, Stark-“

There’s so much noise, so many voices, i squeeze my eyes shut to block them out. Why would they bring him here? Whose damn idea was this?

My fingers prod the skin over my temples, trying to clear my head, to think. Which, feels much harder since that blow to Captain’s shield over there. I wish I could make them feel like white noise against my ears.

Something someone says, who I assume is Banner or Natasha, catches my attention though.

“I say we leave them alone for a bit, how about that.”

“Yeah I don’t want to have to watch this anymore.”

I’m realizing now their presence is better than the sole company of my father.

“Wait-“ I turn around, them filing out of the doorway, “Thor.”

He doesn’t look at me, instead leans over and whispers something to Loki that I can’t hear. “Thor!”

And, he’s gone.

An uncomfortable silence suddenly takes over the room, and I feel pressured to turn away. He clears his throat behind me, and then to my dismay, he talks.

“Y/n.”

I say nothing, and he sort of scoffs.

“Ah, the silent treatment, right.”

A quick breath escapes in disbelief, my anger is rising too quickly. I turn to him halfway, “would you rather I talk? Cause I don’t think you’ll like what I have to say much more.”

I can’t tell if he rolls his eyes or not.

“Can we at least talk?” He asks next, and I start to feel the dents in my palm as my fingers clench tighter.

“Fine, do it.”

He didn’t seem to have expected that answer, because he takes a moment to continue.

“Well, I…” he pauses, “well what do you want me to say?”

My lips fall in disbelief, and I look at him with a pinched expression.

“Are you serious?”

The internal battle of his brain becomes visible as his gaze darts away from mine, struggling for words.

“Look, I know I wasn’t really there,”

“No really? I think I saw you more on tv than I ever did at home.” I say hoarsely.

“I, I was busy-“ he breathes out pathetically, each croak of his voice irking me.

Locked in this, what is this, a cell? A cage? Put on display in front of the man I shame the thought of. I run my hands down my face, barely able to look at him.

“Yeah, real busy running the world right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Well wasn’t that your end goal? Rule the world?” His shoulders recoil from my words, “become the most powerful god there is, right?” I look at him with exhausted, yet knowing eyes. I can tell by his silence, his face, he knows I’m right. I scoff and turn away, there’s no point in this anymore.

Moments of silence pass, I can still feel his presence behind me, looming like a shadow. By the time he speaks again, his voice has changed- more cautious, more delicate.

“I never thought I was cut out to be a father.”

And god that hurt, more than I’d care to admit. So I stay quiet.

“Thor was always the favorite,” he continues with a shaky laugh, “and he wasn’t even my real brother. So…”

The breathes he takes are louder, slower.

“I’ve never really known how to, y’know, do that.”

I feel myself turning closer and closer to him, feeling the words he wants to say sting my tongue.

“…have a family?”

“…yeah.”

His eyes have softened, pupils small like a speck against his iris. His throat strains against his skin, swallowing the lump in his throat to will himself to keep going now that he’s started.

“I should’ve been there.”

I know.

“But I wasn’t…and I should’ve been.” One pale hand pulls the helmet out of his messy hair, dropping to his side. The gold lightly smacks his thigh, yet his eyes never stray.

“My father wasn’t, and I wasn’t, and now…”

I finish the sentence for him.

“And now I’m just like you.”

My voice breaks as I say it, and part of my heart does too.

“Which, no one deserves.” He laughs, but when I turn and watch his face I see the redness in his eyes, and the shakiness behind his smile as well as how it falters when he sees my own red eyes.

“I’ll fix it.” He almost whispers, voice brittle, “or I’ll try to, at least.”

And it’s not until now that I realize, that I know, I want to.

My voice is too numb to speak, so I just nod tearfully. He swallows again.

His eyes flicker to a panel just outside of the glass, and he reaches for it. I don’t have time to question before the glass doors are opening in front of me.

He doesn’t say anything as I step out, and instead he hugs me.

I also realize I haven’t been hugged in a very long time.

“I’ll do everything I can, Y/n.” Is what he says to me, voice hoarse against my ear and I hug him back with the strength I have.

“You better.” I mutter back, I can’t forgive him now, but with the warmth of his hold, I pray we’re both right.

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